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Updated: June 1, 2025
When, that evening, Bill Hayden had scraped up the last poor slivers of meat, he sat down beside me on my chest. "If I didn't have my little wee girl at Newburyport," he said, "I might be as gloomy as Neddie Benson. Do you suppose if I went to see a fortune-teller I'd be as gloomy as Neddie is? I never used to be gloomy, even before I married, and I married late.
Some of our American folks don't know what he is about, not understanding his language and imagine that he's selling popcorn or advertising the dance-house, or maybe calling for somebody to come and help him down." "How, Uncle Wal?" asked Neddie. "With a ladder, I suppose." "Do they bring it to him?" "I don't think they have yet, Neddie; at least I haven't heard of it.
He soon came in, and looking at my father's "Fish Gourd," remarked: "Neddie, you have had fine sport; where did you catch so many such large Frenchmen?" "Friend Jimmy," my father replied, "when I started my first experiment was at the 'Forked Gum, and I did not get a nibble. I left it and stopped at the 'Stooping Pine' with the same success. I began to think that I was fishing on the wrong moon."
What Ah wants is a good, cool drink and a piece of pie. Yass, sah," "Now that's like I feel," said Neddie Benson. "I never thought when the lady was tellin' me about trouble in store, that there warn't goin' to be enough victuals to go round " "Ah, you make me tired," Blodgett snapped out. "Food, food, food! And here's a chance to find a nice little temple an' better our fortunes.
I watched him as he sat down by Davie Paine, and grinned at the cook, and asked Neddie Benson how his courage was and laughed heartily at Blodgett who had spilled a cup of coffee down his shirt-front yet in such a way that Blodgett was pleased by his friendliness rather than offended by his amusement. I suppose it was what we call "personality." Certainly Roger was a born leader.
"'Long Tom," repeated little Elsie, gazing curiously at the great gun, about which some remark had been made a moment before, "I s'pose there's a story to it. I wish somebody would tell it to Neddie and me." "You shall hear it one of these times," said her father, "but not here and now;" and with that she was content, for papa's promises were sure to be kept.
She wheeled softly on him, and looked him full in the eyes. "What other testimony was there to offer?" "We are getting a long way from our starting-point," he answered evasively. "We were talking of a more serious matter." "But a matter with which this very thing has to do, Neddie Dibbs. There's a mystery somewhere.
"It is so delightful to be one of your treasures, you dear papa," she said, going to his side in response to an inviting gesture, as Neddie got down from his knee to run to the side of the vessel to look at a passing boat. "And so delightful to have you for one," he said, drawing her to the seat Neddie had vacated.
Feeling no inconvenience from his ablution, and drinking a cup of hot coffee, he related the circumstances as detailed above. "Well, Neddie;" said Mr. W., "you should at once return thanks to the Giver of all Good for this miraculous escape." The pious Mr. Woodward joined with him. It was now nearly dark, and preparations were made to have supper.
Barnes put on her glasses and opened her old Bible and read, "As new born babes, desire the sincere milk of the Word, that ye may grow thereby." "I find here," she said, "that the Bible is to be our food, and that it is intended to make us grow. Now one can't grow without the right kind of food. The verse makes me think of my dear little grandson Neddie.
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