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He looked more as if he might be expected to rap on the desk and ask the school to come to order. "Albert's goin' to take hold here with us in the office," went on Captain Lote. "You'll remember I spoke to you about that when we talked about his comin'. Al, Labe Mr. Keeler here will start you in larnin' to bookkeep. He'll be your first mate from now on.
We were bound for the Tagus with a cargo of salted fish which I had bought at Bergen from the Lofoden smacks fish for the Roman Catholics to eat in Lent. Nils Pedersen, the captain, was my husband: Knud Lote was mate." Mr. Scammell having expressed some surprise that so young a man should have been captain, she explained, "He was twenty-two. I made him captain.
Snow smiled feebly at her grandson. "I guess you think we're funny folks, Albert," she said. "But Rachel is one hired help in a thousand and she has to be treated just so." Five minutes later Cap'n 'Lote returned. He shrugged his shoulders and sat down at his place. "All right, Mother, all right," he observed. "I've been heavin' ile on the troubled waters and the sea's smoothin' down.
The two letters which accompanied it he put in his pocket to read later on, when alone. Somehow he felt that the first hours in the old house belonged exclusively to his grandparents. Everything else, even Madeline's letters, must take second place for that period. Dinner was, to say the least, an ample meal. Rachel and Olive had, as Captain Lote said, "laid themselves out" on that dinner.
Albert, not knowing how to reply, looked more embarrassed than ever. Olive seemed on the point of weeping. "Oh, Zelotes, how CAN you!" she wailed. "And to-day, of all days! His very first mornin'!" Captain Lote relented. "There, there, Mother!" he said. "I'm sorry. Forget it. Sorry if I shocked you, Albert.
Unseen water-wheels splashed coolly; vivid butterflies flickered through masses of greenery among the acacia, mimosa, lote and mulberry trees.
I'll open the door when I want him to come." "All right, Cap'n Lote. Yes, yes," observed Mr. Keeler and departed. The captain looked thoughtfully at the card. "Al," he said, after a moment's reflection, "we'll have to cut this talk of ours short for a little spell. You go back to your desk and wait there until I call you. Hold on," as his grandson moved toward the door of the outer office.
Captain Zelotes rose and laid his big hand on his bookkeeper's shoulder. "Don't you believe it, Labe," he said. "I'm proud of you. . . . And, I declare, I'm ashamed of myself. . . . Humph! . . . Well, to-night you come home with me and have supper at the house." "Now, now, Cap'n Lote " "You do as I tell you.
The chief furs obtained by Aleutians who hunt for the Company are those of the otter, the beaver, the fox, and the souslic. The natives also hunt the walrus, seal, and whale, not to speak of the herring, the cod, salmon, turbot, lote, perch, and tsouklis, a shell fish found in Queen Charlotte's Islands, used by the Company as a medium of exchange with the Americans.
Wait a minute." "Be still? What do I want to be still for? I cal'late Cap'n Lote'll holler some, too, when he hears. He's alive, Cap'n Lote, I tell ye. Let go of me, Labe Keeler! He's alive!" "Who's alive? What is it? Labe, YOU answer me. Who's alive?" Laban's thoughts were still in a whirl. He was still shaking from the news the telegraph operator had brought.
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