Cape Cod Stories

Chapter 11

"Hi, Rosa!" she hollers. That mare turned her head and looked. And, for the first time sence she hove anchor on that flat, the critter unfurled her ears and histed "em to the masthead.

"Hi, Rosa!" says Becky again, and begun to pound the pan with the potater. And I give you my word that that mare started up, turned the wagon around nice as could be, and begun to swim ash.o.r.e. When we got where the critter"s legs touched bottom, Becky remarks: "Whoa!"

"Here!" I yells, "what did you do that for?"

"Pay thirty-five dolla NOW," says she. She was bus"ness, that girl.

Todd got his wallet from under hatches and counted out the thirty-five, keeping one eye on Lonesome, who was swooping up and down in the launch looking as if he wanted to cut in, but dasn"t. I tied the bills to my jack-knife, to give "em weight, and tossed the whole thing ash.o.r.e.

Becky, she counted the cash and stowed it away in her ap.r.o.n pocket.

"ALL right," says she. "Hi, Rosa!" The potater and pan performance begun again, and Rosa picked up her hoofs and dragged us to dry land. And it sartinly felt good to the feet.

"Say," I says, "Becky, it"s none of my affairs, as I know of, but is that the way you usually start that horse of yours?"

She said it was. And Rosa ate the potater.

Becky asked me how to stop the launch, and I told her. She made a lot of finger signs to Lonesome, and inside of five minutes the Greased Lightning was anch.o.r.ed in front of us. Old man Huckleberries was still hankering to interview Todd with the pitchfork, but Becky settled that all right. She jumped in front of him, and her eyes snapped and her feet stamped and her fingers flew. And "twould have done you good to see her dad shrivel up and get humble. I always had thought that a woman wasn"t much good as a boss of the roost unless she could use her tongue, but Becky showed me my mistake. Well, it"s live and l"arn.

Then Miss Huckleberries turned to us and smiled.

"ALL right," says she; "GOO"-by."

Them Todds took the train for the city next morning. I drove "em to the depot. James was kind of glum, but Clarissa talked for two. Her opinion of the Cape and Capers, "specially me, was decided. The final blast was just as she was climbing the car steps.

"Of all the barbarians," says she; "utter, uncouth, murdering barbarians in--"

She stopped, thinking for a word, I s"pose. I didn"t feel that I could improve on Becky Huckleberries conversation much, so I says:

"ALL right! GOO"-by!"

THE MARK ON THE DOOR

One nice moonlight evening me and Cap"n Jonadab and Peter T., having, for a wonder, a little time to ourselves and free from boarders, was setting on the starboard end of the piazza, smoking, when who should heave in sight but Cap"n Eri Hedge and Obed Nickerson. They"d come over from Orham that day on some fish business and had drove down to Wellmouth Port on purpose to put up at the Old Home for the night and shake hands with me and Jonadab. We was mighty glad to see "em, now I tell you.

They"d had supper up at the fish man"s at the Centre, so after Peter T.

had gone in and fetched out a handful of cigars, we settled back for a good talk. They wanted to know how business was and we told "em. After a spell somebody mentioned the Todds and I spun my yarn about the balky mare and the Greased Lightning. It tickled "em most to death, especially Obed.

"Ho, ho!" says he. "That"s funny, ain"t it. Them power boats are great things, ain"t they. I had an experience in one--or, rather, in two--a spell ago when I was living over to West Bayport. My doings was with gasoline though, not electricity. "Twas something of an experience.

Maybe you"d like to hear it."

""Way I come to be over there on the bay side of the Cape was like this.

West Bayport, where my shanty and the big Davidson summer place and the Saunders" house was, used to be called Punkha.s.sett--which is Injun for "The last place the Almighty made"--and if you"ve read the circulars of the land company that"s booming Punkha.s.sett this year, you"ll remember that the princ.i.p.al attraction of them diggings is the "magnificent water privileges." "Twas the water privileges that had hooked me. Clams was thick on the flats at low tide, and fish was middling plenty in the bay.

I had two weirs set; one a deep-water weir, a half mile beyond the bar, and t"other just inside of it that I could drive out to at low water. A two-mile drive "twas, too; the tide goes out a long ways over there. I had a powerboat--seven and a half power gasoline--that I kept anch.o.r.ed back of my nighest-in weir in deep water, and a little skiff on sh.o.r.e to row off to her in.

"The yarn begins one morning when I went down to the sh.o.r.e after clams.

I"d noticed the signs then. They was stuck up right acrost the path: "No trespa.s.sing on these premises," and "All persons are forbidden crossing this property, under penalty of the law." But land! I"d used that short-cut ever sence I"d been in Bayport--which was more"n a year--and old man Davidson and me was good friends, so I cal"lated the signs was intended for boys, and hove ahead without paying much attention to "em.

"Course I knew that the old man--and, what was more important, the old lady--had gone abroad and that the son was expected down, but that didn"t come to me at the time, neither.

"I was heading for home about eight, with two big dreeners full of clams, and had just climbed the bluff and swung over the fence into the path, when somebody remarks: "Here, you!" I jumped and turned round, and there, beating across the field in my direction, was an exhibit which, it turned out later, was ticketed with the name of Alpheus Vandergraff Parker Davidson--"Allie" for short.

"And Allie was a good deal of an exhibit, in his way. His togs were cut to fit his spars, and he carried "em well--no wrinkles at the peak or sag along the boom. His figurehead was more"n average regular, and his hair was combed real nice--the part in the middle of it looked like it had been laid out with a plumb-line. Also, he had on white shoes and glory hallelujah stockings. Altogether, he was alone with the price of admission, and what some folks, I s"pose, would have called a handsome enough young feller. But I didn"t like his eyes; they looked kind of tired, as if they"d seen "bout all there was to see of some kinds of life. Twenty-four year old eyes hadn"t ought to look that way.

"But I wasn"t interested in eyes jest then. All I could look at was teeth. There they was, a lovely set of "em, in the mouth of the ugliest specimen of a bow-legged bulldog that ever tried to hang itself at the end of a chain. Allie was holding t"other end of the chain with both hands, and they were full, at that. The dog stood up on his hind legs and pawed the air with his front ones, and his tongue hung out and dripped. You could see he was yearning, just dying, to taste of a middle-aged longsh.o.r.eman by the name of Obed Nickerson. I stared at the dog, and he stared at me. I don"t know which of us was the most interested.

""Here, you!" says Allie again. "What are you crossing this field for?"

"I heard him, but I was too busy counting teeth to pay much attention.

"You ought to feed that dog," I says, absent-minded like. "He"s hungry."

""Humph!" says he. "Well, maybe he"ll be fed in a minute. Did you see those signs?"

""Yes," says I; "I saw "em. They"re real neat and pretty."

""Pretty!" He fairly choked, he was so mad. "Why, you cheeky, long-legged jay," he says, "I"ll--What are you crossing this field for?"

""So"s to get to t"other side of it, I guess," says I. I was riling up a bit myself. You see, when a feller"s been mate of a schooner, like I"ve been in my day, it don"t come easy to be called names. It looked for a minute as if Allie was going to have a fit, but he choked it down.

""Look here!" he says. "I know who you are. Just because the gov"ner has been soft enough to let you countrymen walk all over him, it don"t foller that I"m going to be. I"m boss here for this summer. My name"s--"

He told me his name, and how his dad had turned the place over to him for the season, and a lot more. "I put those signs up," he says, "to keep just such fellers as you are off my property. They mean that you ain"t to cross the field. Understand?"

"I understood. I was mad clean through, but I"m law-abiding, generally speaking. "All right," I says, picking up my dreeners and starting for the farther fence; "I won"t cross it again."

""You won"t cross it now," says he. "Go back where you come from."

"That was a grain too much. I told him a few things. He didn"t wait for the benediction. "Take him, Prince!" he says, dropping the chain.

"Prince was willing. He fetched a kind of combination hurrah and growl and let out for me full-tilt. I don"t feed good fresh clams to dogs as a usual thing, but that mouth HAD to be filled. I waited till he was almost on me, and then I let drive with one of the dreeners. Prince and a couple of pecks of clams went up in the air like a busted bomb-sh.e.l.l, and I broke for the fence I"d started for. I hung on to the other dreener, though, just out of principle.

"But I had to let go of it, after all. The dog come out of the collision looking like a plate of scrambled eggs, and took after me harder"n ever, shedding sh.e.l.ls and clam juice something scandalous. When he was right at my heels I turned and fired the second dreener. And, by Judas, I missed him!

"Well, principle"s all right, but there"s times when even the best of us has to hedge. I simply couldn"t reach the farther fence, so I made a quick jibe and put for the one behind me. And I couldn"t make that, either. Prince was taking mouthfuls of my overalls for appetizers. There was a little pine-tree in the lot, and I give one jump and landed in the middle of it. I went up the rest of the way like I"d forgot something, and then I clung onto the top of that tree and panted and swung round in circles, while the dog hopped up and down on his hind legs and fairly sobbed with disapp"intment.

"Allie was rolling on the gra.s.s. "Oh, DEAR me!" says he, between spasms.

"That was the funniest thing I ever saw."

"I"d seen lots funnier things myself, but "twa"n"t worth while to argue.

Besides, I was busy hanging onto that tree. "Twas an awful little pine and the bendiest one I ever climbed. Allie rolled around a while longer, and then he gets up and comes over.

""Well, Reuben," says he, lookin" up at me on the roost, "you"re a good deal handsomer up there than you are on the ground. I guess I"ll let you stay there for a while as a lesson to you. Watch him, Prince." And off he walks.

""You everlasting clothes-pole," I yells after him, "if it wa"n"t for that dog of yours I"d--"

"He turns around kind of lazy and says he: "Oh, you"ve got no kick coming," he says. "I allow you to--er--ornament my tree, and "tain"t every hayseed I"d let do that."

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