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Updated: June 26, 2025
It was the same slow, heavy laugh, that had almost appalled the lime-burner when it heralded the wayfarer's approach. The solitary mountain-side was made dismal by it. Laughter, when out of place, mistimed, or bursting forth from a disordered state of feeling, may be the most terrible modulation of the human voice.
In September the violent storms of wind and rain commence, and heavy falls of snow may be expected from day to day. A tent, provisions, cooking utensils, pillows, bed-clothes, and warm garments, are highly necessary for the wayfarer's comfort.
Sewell told, in amusing detail, of the Wayfarer's Lodge, where he had found Barker after supposing he had gone home. Evans seemed more interested in the place than in the minister's meeting with Lemuel there, which Sewell fancied he had painted rather well, describing Lemuel's severity and his own anxiety. "There!" said the editor. "There you have it a practical illustration!
Well, what I started to say was that when I turn up in Boston, now, and I most generally do, I don't go to no sailor boardin'-house; I break for the Wayfarer's Lodge, every time. It's a temperance house, and they give you the worth o' your money." "Come! Hurry up!" said the attendant. He wiped the table impatiently with his towel, and stood waiting for Lemuel and the other to finish.
During five consecutive days Henchard's rush basket rode along upon his shoulder between the highway hedges, the new yellow of the rushes catching the eye of an occasional field-labourer as he glanced through the quickset, together with the wayfarer's hat and head, and down-turned face, over which the twig shadows moved in endless procession.
He had essayed to turn in but 'twas rough water outside and he had caroused with Jagger's crew all the way from Wayfarer's Tickle and 'twas very rough water and he had fallen headlong down the companion and they had picked him up and put him in his berth, where he lay unconscious. 'Twas sweet news to me. "You'll not go?" I whispered to the doctor.
Once, being on the Watchman with my father's glass, I fancied I sighted her, far off shore, beating up to Wayfarer's Tickle in the dusk: but could not make sure, for there was a haze abroad, and her cut was not yet well known to us.
In the shadows beyond lurked a huge dog a mighty, sullen beast, which came stepping up, with lowered head, to peer at us from between his master's legs. "I'll be scuttled," said the man, bringing his head forward with a jerk, "if the little cock wouldn't cut into the trade o' Wayfarer's Tickle!" "Scuttled!" he repeated, fetching his paunch a resounding thwack. "Bored!"
Tom Tot returned downcast from Wayfarer's Tickle: having for three days sought his daughter, whom he could not find; nor was word of her anywhere to be had. Came, then, the winter with high winds and snow and short gray days: sombre and bitter cold.
"'Twas writ by that doctor-woman an' sent t' you, Skipper Tommy t' tell me t' break it easy that she'd run off from Wayfarer's Tickle because o' the sin she'd found there. I misdoubt oh, I misdoubt that she've been afeared I'd that I'd mistook her, poor wee thing an' turn her off. I call the Lard God A'mighty t' witness," he cried, passionately, "that I'd take her home, whatever come t' pass!
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