Uncle Terry; A Story of the Maine Coast
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Chapter 1. A Waif Of The Sea
_ CHAPTER I. A WAIF OF THE SEA
"It‘s goin‘ to be a nasty night," said Uncle Terry, coming in from the shed and dumping an armful of wood in the box behind the kitchen stove, "an‘ the combers is just a-humpin‘ over White Hoss Ledge, an‘ the spray‘s flyin‘ half way up the lighthouse."
"The Lord-a-massy help any poor soul that goes ashore to-night," responded a portly, white-haired woman beside the stove, as a monster wave made the little dwelling tremble.
Uncle Terry took off his dripping sou‘wester and coat, and, hanging them over the wood box, went to the sink and began pumping a basin of water.
"Better have some warm, Silas," said the woman, taking the steaming kettle from the stove and following him; "it‘s more comfortin‘."
When he had washed, and combed his scanty gray locks and beard at a small mirror, he stood for a moment beside the stove. His weather-beaten face that evinced character, so pronounced were its features, wore a smile, an
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