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The dark, muddy water boiled up in thousands of bubbles in our wake. "We'll see if we can get a mess of clams at Pingree's Beach, an' then we'll have a chowder for dinner, what d'yer say, boys?" We all said that the Captain's idea was a good one. There was a sharp turn in the river just then, and he put the boat about to round a sort of headland, where the banks were eight or ten feet high.
If we turn our eyes homeward and contemplate the many thousands of small efforts made in this country toward the alleviation of city children's misery, we can say truthfully that we in America are perhaps fully alive to the necessity which has prompted the people of Berlin to action; we only need to be reminded of Mayor Pingree's potato patches on empty city lots, our children's outing camps, our occasional children's excursions, and the like.
That's his shanty, the one with the red door. Ask him to let yer have a basket of clams. Tell him I sent yer." Pingree's Beach was a short strip of sand, bordered with eel- grass. There were two small cottages, set above high-water mark, three dories drawn up on the shore, and a heap of lobster-pots and nets. Mr. Haskell could be seen moving in and out of his shanty. Jimmy Toppan and Mr.
"You can find out tomorrer," said our skipper, "now we're headin' for Pingree's Beach to see if we can get a mess of clams of old man Haskell. Then we'll have dinner, and we can run over to the inlet at Little Duck in an hour, any time this afternoon." The breeze was still light, and the "Hoppergrass" made only fair progress. Soon we were out of the river, and entering Broad Bay.
The canoe seemed to come along pretty well. How that river does twist! And it's very narrow, I should think the steamboat would stick." The Captain opened his mouth helplessly, once or twice. "Gosh sakes!" he said, "you warn't in no river. You was in Pingree's Crik, or you wouldn't have got down here." "I thought it seemed pretty narrow.
Pingree's Pain-Exterminator, Humanity's Friend," of his own face, beautified by art, adorning fences and walls above this proud inscription, "The Renowned Inventor of the Universal Pain-Exterminator"? This fame, the dream of a lifetime, might now be purchased by money. And he had always admired Miranda.
"I know his house, up there on the hill, aint it?" "Yes, but he isn't there now. My aunt was there for a while, but she went away, about two weeks ago. The house is closed, I suppose." Jimmy, who had been looking toward the shore, turned to the Captain. "This is Pingree's, isn't it, Captain?" "Yessir; this is Pingree's Beach. Two of yer better go ashore an' see old man Haskell.
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