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Updated: June 19, 2025
He unfolded the paper Wilson had brought and buried his face in it. Then he swore. They were explaining the runners as a case of mob hysteria! Northport was calmer. Apparently they had yet to have first-hand experience with the plague. But now nothing seemed quite real to Doc, even when they locked him into the big Northport jail.
"I beg your pardon sir; but I say so," answered Laud, apparently unmoved by the violence of his auditor. "You were in the boat formerly owned by Mr. Ramsay, and you ran over towards the Northport shore." "Did you see me?" "I did," replied Laud. "And you have come to levy black-mail upon me," added the captain, with a withering stare at his visitor. "Nothing of the sort, sir.
The bell rings the cable that bound us to the friendly wharf is cast off and flung on the deck the steamer opens her deep lungs, and we are once more stemming our way towards Kingston. While we sail up that romantic part of the Bay of Quinte, called the "Long Reach," at the head of which stands the beautiful town of Picton, I will give you a few reminiscences of Northport.
"Tis me that would have kept 'er open," he mused bitterly. "And they fired me!" He nodded and slept. He awoke and he said the same thing again. He reached Northport, late at night, to roar at Jewel and the hot water she had heated for his frost-bitten feet then to hug her with an embrace that she had not known since the days when her Marty wore a red undershirt. "And do ye be hearin?" she asked.
she sang happily, studying her gestures with care and cheerfully flopping her tail. She had a very lovely voice which had been expensively cultivated. One or two small birds listened attentively for a while, then started in to help her out. On the veranda of his bungalow, not very far from Northport, stood a young man of pleasing aspect, knickerbockers, and unusually symmetrical legs.
At Northport she had been like sunlight to her intimates and like a ministering seraph to the poor. In New York she avoided society: she had no tenderness for misery. The explanation seems to be that love was her only motive of feeling and action. Not a creature of reason, not a creature of conscience she was only a creature of emotion, an exaggerated woman.
When we parted, he stood over towards the Northport shore, where Captain Shivernock had gone, and I thought they would meet; but I lost sight of them." "Then you think the captain paid Laud the money when they met." "That was what I supposed when Laud paid me for the boat. I believed it was all right. I had a talk with Laud afterwards about it, and I told him how he got the money.
Slowly, inch by inch, like one who proposes a step which cannot be retraced, she crept under the railing of the bridge, seated herself on the edge of the shaky planking and continued to gaze into the inky waters. A quarter of an hour later, when the clergyman of Northport passed by that spot, returning from a visit to a dying saint of his flock, no one was there.
No one is deemed an intruder all find excellent cheer, and a hearty welcome. Northport does not want its native poet, though the money-making merchants and farmers regard him with a suspicious and pitying eye.
The canoe danced across the water, the paddle glittered, dipped, swept astern, and flashed again. Flavilla was very, very happy for no particular reason, which is the best sort of happiness on earth. There is a sandy neck of land which obstructs direct navigation between the sacred waters of Oyster Bay and the profane floods which wash the gravelly shores of Northport.
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