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Updated: June 1, 2025
Martha and Galusha started simultaneously. "Pulcifer?" queried Martha. "Raish Pulcifer, do you mean?" "It doesn't seem to me that his Christian name is What did you say, Miss Phipps?" "I said 'Raish'; that's what every one down here calls the man I mean. His real name, of course, is Horatio." "Horatio? That sounds more like it.
What is goin' on, anyway?" She was by no means the only one who was asking that question. Three days later Captain Jethro asked Galusha the same thing. They met in the lane leading to the village and the light keeper approached the subject without preamble. "Say, Mr. Bangs," he demanded, "what's Raish Pulcifer cal'late he's doin'?" Galusha smiled.
Seventy years had passed, and on each birthday, from the time when she was only "Raish Dunnell's little Lou," to the years when she was Lucinda Bascom, wife and mother, she had wandered down by the river side, and gazed, a little superstitiously perhaps, on the log that had been marked with an "L" on the morning she was born.
"Hurry on down to the next jam, Raish, and let it alone," cried the men. "Mebbe it'll git washed off in the night, and anyhow you can't budge it with no kind of a tool we've got here." Then from the shore came a boy's voice calling, "There's a baby up to your house!" And the men repeated in stentorian tones, "Baby up to your house, Raish! Leggo the log; you're wanted!"
"It is quite all right, really.... I suppose, Mr. Pulcifer, he meant that he had done just that. He did. I ah bought his stock." "You did! YOU did? Say, what kind of a Say, am I crazy or are you?" "Oh, I am. Dear me, yes, Mr. Pulcifer. At all events, I purchased the stock from Captain Hallett. I bought Miss Phipps' shares at the same time." It took more than a trifle to "stump" Raish Pulcifer.
"I understood " began Galusha, again, but a roar interrupted him. "Aw, you understand too darn much," shouted Raish. "You go back and tell Martha Phipps I say I don't know what them shares of hers are worth and I don't care. You tell her I don't want to buy 'em and I don't know anybody that does.
Raish took the cigar, which even the bump against the lamp door had failed to dislodge, from the corner of his mouth, snapped the ash from its end, and then asked a question of his own. "Hall?" he repeated. "Hall? Why, he don't live in Wellmouth. East Wellmouth's where he lives." "Dear me! Are you sure?" "Sure? Course I'm sure. Know him well." "Oh, dear me! Why, the man at the station told me "
"I don't know a great deal about it," confessed Martha, "that is, not about the reasons for it and all, but, as near as I can make out, Raish and Jethro wouldn't sell outright to the Eagle Company, but wanted to come in on the profits from the cold storage business, which were pretty big sometimes. And they couldn't get into the reg'lar Eagle Fish Freezing Company, the old one.
Raish said that he wanted to know and waited for his passenger to say something more. This the passenger did not do. Mr. Pulcifer whistled a bar or two of his "Follies" song and then asked another question. "You any relation to Josh?" he asked. "I beg your pardon?" "Eh? Oh, that's all right. I just asked you if you was a relation of Josh's of Hall's, I mean, the folks you're goin' to see."
Apparently Raish was quite unconscious of the little man's presence, but there would come another tug at the coat-tail and a barely perceptible jerk of the Pulcifer head toward the door. Feeling remarkably like a fool, Galusha would follow to the front steps of the post office.
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