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The Country of the Pointed Firs
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Sarah Orne Jewett
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“You
better
let
her
drift;
we'll
get
there
'bout
as
quick;
the
tide'll
take
her
right
out
from
under
these
old
buildin's;
there's
plenty
wind
outside.”
“Your
bo't
ain't
trimmed
proper,
Mis'
Todd!”
exclaimed
a
voice
from
shore.
“You're
lo'ded
so
the
bo't'll
drag;
you
can't
git
her
before
the
wind,
ma'am.
You
set
'midships,
Mis'
Todd,
an'
let
the
boy
hold
the
sheet
'n'
steer
after
he
gits
the
sail
up;
you
won't
never
git
out
to
Green
Island
that
way.
She's
lo'ded
bad,
your
bo't
is,--she's
heavy
behind's
she
is
now!”
Mrs.
Todd
turned
with
some
difficulty
and
regarded
the
anxious
adviser,
my
right
oar
flew
out
of
water,
and
we
seemed
about
to
capsize.
“That
you,
Asa?
Good-mornin',”
she
said
politely.
“I
al'ays
liked
the
starn
seat
best.
When'd
you
git
back
from
up
country?”
This
allusion
to
Asa's
origin
was
not
lost
upon
the
rest
of
the
company.
We
were
some
little
distance
from
shore,
but
we
could
hear
a
chuckle
of
laughter,
and
Asa,
a
person
who
was
too
ready
with
his
criticism
and
advice
on
every
possible
subject,
turned
and
walked
indignantly
away.
When
we
caught
the
wind
we
were
soon
on
our
seaward
course,
and
only
stopped
to
underrun
a
trawl,
for
the
floats
of
which
Mrs.
Todd
looked
earnestly,
explaining
that
her
mother
might
not
be
prepared
for
three
extra
to
dinner;
it
was
her
brother's
trawl,
and
she
meant
to
just
run
her
eye
along
for
the
right
sort
of
a
little
haddock.
I
leaned
over
the
boat's
side
with
great
interest
and
excitement,
while
she
skillfully
handled
the
long
line
of
hooks,
and
made
scornful
remarks
upon
worthless,
bait-consuming
creatures
of
the
sea
as
she
reviewed
them
and
left
them
on
the
trawl
or
shook
them
off
into
the
waves.
At
last
we
came
to
what
she
pronounced
a
proper
haddock,
and
having
taken
him
on
board
and
ended
his
life
resolutely,
we
went
our
way.
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