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The Tides of Barnegat

The Tides of Barnegat

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The Tides Of Barnegat


by

F. Hopkinson Smith




CONTENTS

I   THE DOCTOR'S GIG
II   SPRING BLOSSOMS
III   LITTLE TOD FOGARTY
IV   ANN GOSSAWAY'S RED CLOAK
V   CAPTAIN NAT'S DECISION
VI   A GAME OF CARDS
VII   THE EYES OF AN OLD PORTRAIT
VIII   AN ARRIVAL
IX   THE SPREAD OF FIRE
X   A LATE VISITOR
XI   MORTON COBDEN'S DAUGHTER
XII   A LETTER FROM PARIS
XIII   SCOOTSY'S EPITHET
XIV   HIGH WATER AT YARDLEY
XV   A PACKAGE OF LETTERS
XVI   THE BEGINNING OF THE EBB
XVII   BREAKERS AHEAD
XVIII   THE SWEDE'S STORY
XIX   THE BREAKING OF THE DAWN
XX   THE UNDERTOW
XXI   THE MAN IN THE SLOUCH HAT
XXII   THE CLAW OF THE SEA-PUSS




THE TIDES OF BARNEGAT


CHAPTER I

THE DOCTOR'S GIG

One lovely spring morning—and this story begins on a spring morning some fifty years or more ago—a joy of a morning that made one glad to be alive, when the radiant sunshine had turned the ribbon of a road that ran from Warehold village to Barnegat Light and the sea to satin, the wide marshes to velvet, and the belts of stunted pines to bands of purple—on this spring morning, then, Martha Sands, the Cobdens' nurse, was out with her dog Meg. She had taken the little beast to the inner beach for a bath—a custom of hers when the weather was fine and the water not too cold—and was returning to Warehold by way of the road, when, calling the dog to her side, she stopped to feast her eyes on the picture unrolled at her feet.

To the left of where she stood curved the coast, glistening like a scimitar, and the strip of yellow beach which divided the narrow bay from the open sea; to the right, thrust out into the sheen of silver, lay the spit of sand narrowing the inlet, its edges scalloped with lace foam, its extreme point dominated by the grim tower of Barnegat Light; aloft, high into the blue, soared the gulls, flashing like jewels as they lifted their breasts to the sun, while away and beyond the sails of the fishing-boats, gray or silver in their shifting tacks, crawled over the wrinkled sea.

The glory of the landscape fixed in her mind, Martha gathered her shawl about her shoulders, tightened the strings of her white cap, smoothed out her apron, and with the remark to Meg that he'd "never see nothin' so beautiful nor so restful," resumed her walk.

They were inseparable, these two, and had been ever since the day she had picked him up outside the tavern, half starved and with a sore patch on his back where some kitchen-maid had scalded him. Somehow the poor outcast brought home to her a sad page in her own history, when she herself was homeless and miserable, and no hand was stretched out to her. So she had coddled and fondled him, gaining his confidence day by day and talking to him by the hour of

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