Partners of the tide

“Was you cal’latin’ to buy one of them turnovers, bub?” casually inquired Mr. Clark, ceasing to gaze at his steaming boots, which were planted against the bulging centre of the...

Bradley, being what his late “Uncle Solon” had called a “noticin’ boy,” remembered Captain Titcomb’s hint concerning the foot wiping, and his first move, after crossing the Alle...

In “Weeks’ Store” was to be found an assortment of wares ranging from potatoes and razors to molasses and ladies’ dress goods. Somewhere within this extensive range was a limite...

When the Captain called, which he did the next forenoon, the tale of Bradley’s eventful first day at school was told him in all its harrowing completeness. Miss Prissy--by previ...

For a moment Miss Tempy made no reply to her sister’s speech. Instead, she sat there with her eyes fixed upon Miss Prissy’s face and her thin fingers picking nervously at her dr...

The _Thomas Doane_, seen from the wharf in the faint light of the street lamp, was a mere shape of blackness, with masts like charcoal marks against the sky, and a tangle of rop...

The _Thomas Doane_ was at her dock in New York, and Bradley, now twenty years old and a “sure enough” second mate, was on her deck, watching the foremast hands clearing up the c...

“Brad,” asked Captain Titcomb, creasing the morning paper into folds and tossing it on the bed, “what are you plannin’ to do, now that our late lamented owners have committed fi...

It was a May morning off Setuckit Point. The Point itself was in the middle distance, with the lighthouse top shining black against the sky, and the little cluster of fishing sh...

Breakfast next morning was hardly begun when “Blount’s boy”--his name was Ulysses Simpson Grant Blount, but no one but his parents ever called him by it--came to the dining-room...

“And there she is!” said Captain Titcomb, standing beside Bradley in the bow of the _Lizzie_. “There she is, just where we left her. Here’s hopin’ she don’t quit till we want he...

Bradley would have proclaimed his happiness through a speaking trumpet, but Gus begged that the engagement be kept secret for a while. “Please let me feel a little surer of myse...

After that both sides stood pat for a time. Cook and Son, although they sent no more tugs, did not wire, as the Captain had suggested, and the anchor and chain lay untouched on...

“There!” exclaimed Captain Titcomb, ten days later, when the last section of the _Liberty’s_ chain had been laid on Orham wharf; “there! _that_ child’s born and his name’s Adoni...

The next morning he was more miserable still, having had time to think it over. But he resolved that no one should guess his feelings from his appearance. Therefore, he was, at...

October had been a month of exceptionally pleasant weather, but, in the night of November first, Bradley woke to feel the old house trembling and to hear the rain thundering on...

It was close to daybreak when the partners separated. They had planned and figured and estimated, and each now knew what his part in the great fight was to be. As he was leaving...

At that very moment Mr. Hammond, seated on the fence by the vestry door, was puffing at a cigar and talking in an unusually loud voice of New York and his experiences there. He...

There was a mystery about the Captain’s visits to the big house. Up to the beginning of that week he had called on Tuesday and Friday evenings only, and had remained until after...

“Well, Clara,” observed Captain Titcomb, a few hours later, standing on the step by the back door and buttoning his peajacket, “I s’pose it had to come out sometime, but I did h...

At nine o’clock that morning Bradley, with his head bandaged, sat in the rocking chair by the window of his chamber, looking out. On the table beside him were medicine vials, te...

Gus rose early that morning. The storm had awakened her. She pulled aside the window shade and peered out at the bare branches of the silverleaf beating and whipping in the wind...