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Nuffin like dem yer pine cones fur winter mornin's, Hagar always said; and many were the visits which she and
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Mas'r Noll
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Gull,
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Yer 'live an' hearty yet, lad! was his greeting as he came around in the
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Gull's boat with a variety of provisions for winter use, one cloudy afternoon.
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Well, I mus' say I didn't think to find ye so? Lonesome any? Goin' to let me carry ye back to Hastings afore the 'Gull' stops runnin'?
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No, said Noll, bravely,
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I'm going to stay, skipper.
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Ye'll find the weather a tough un, bime-by,
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Yes, said the skipper,
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Well, he said at last,
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Ay, lad, said the skipper, his eyes twinkling.
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What be these?
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Letters! and for me?
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Yes, these be letters, he said, chuckling;
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Jack, here, talks o' runnin' a smack down this winter purpose to bring yer mail!
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All yer frien's said as how I was to bring ye back on the 'Gull,'
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Oh, how I wish--No! I can't go, skipper; it's no use talking,