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Updated: May 7, 2025
Well, my mind was in a kind of various state, as you might say, for a minute. 'Course, I'd known about Lonesome's owning them decoys told Todd about 'em, too but I hadn't seen 'em nowhere alongshore, and I sort of cal'lated they was locked up in Lonesome's hen house, that being his usual way when he went to town.
We went 'way beyond Lonesome's shanty, but there wa'n't nobody to home. Lonesome himself, it turned out afterward, was up to the village with his horse and wagon, and his daughter Becky was over in the wood on the mainland berrying. Todd was a cheerful talker, but limited. His favorite remark was: "Oh, I say, my deah man." That's what he kept calling me, "my deah man."
There she was, setting on the seat of Lonesome's wagon, holdin' the reins and as cool as a white frost in October. "Get in at once," says she. I jedged 'twas good advice, and took it. "Proceed," says she to the mare. "Git dap!" says I, and we started. When we rounded the sand hill we see the race in the distance.
All our luck's gone: 'When the master's dead, the house is shook, they say where I was raised. Oh, Miss Hetty! it's lonesome's death in the kitchen." Hetty threw open the door into the sitting-room. "Put on a stick of wood, Nan, and make the fire blaze up," she said. While Nan was doing this, Hetty lighted the lamps, drew down the curtains, and gave the room its ordinary evening look.
Here was us, stranded with a horse we couldn't make go, being chased by a feller who was run away with in a boat he couldn't stop! Just as I'd about give up hope, I heard somebody calling from the beach behind us. I turned, and there was Becky Huckleberries, Lonesome's daughter. She had the dead decoys by the legs in one hand. "Hi!" says she.
All our luck's gone: 'When the master's dead, the house is shook, they say where I was raised. Oh, Miss Hetty! it's lonesome's death in the kitchen." Hetty threw open the door into the sitting-room. "Put on a stick of wood, Nan, and make the fire blaze up," she said. While Nan was doing this, Hetty lighted the lamps, drew down the curtains, and gave the room its ordinary evening look.
He fairly flew, but Lonesome split tacks with him every time, and kept to wind'ard, into the bargain. When they went out of sight amongst the sand hills 'twas anybody's race. I was scart. I knew what Lonesome's temper was, 'specially when it had been iled with some Wellmouth Port no-license liquor.
The captain, who had expected almost anything but that, stared at him. "Sociable!" he repeated. "You're sailin' stern first, Jed. Lonesome's what you mean, of course." Jed shook his head. "No-o," he drawled, "I mean sociable. There's too many boys in there, for one thing." "Boys!" Captain Sam was beginning to be really alarmed now. "Boys!
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