Thankful's Inheritance by Joseph Crosby Lincoln
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"Bangs is my name, ma'am," said the big man with the lantern. "Obed Bangs." "Thank you, Mr. Bangs. Or it's 'Cap'n Bangs,' ain't it?" "They generally call me Cap'n, ma'am, though I ain't been doin' any active seafarin' for some time." "I thought as much. Down here on Cape Cod, and givin' orders the way I heard you afore you come into this room, 'twas nine chances to one you was a cap'n, or you had been one. Bangs--Bangs--Obed Bangs? Why, that name sounds kind of familiar. Seems as if--Cap'n Bangs, you didn't use to know Eben Barnes of Provincetown, did you?" "Eben Barnes? Cap'n Eben of the White Foam, lost off Cape Hatteras in a gale?" "Yes, that's the one. I thought I heard him speak of you. He was my husband." Captain Obed Bangs uttered an exclamation. Then he stepped forward and seized Mrs. Barnes' hand. The lady's hand was not a very small one but the Captain's was so large that, as Thankful remarked afterward, it might have shaken hers twice at the same time. "Eben Barnes' wife!" exclaimed Captain Obed. "Why, Eben and I was messmates on I don't know how many v'yages! Well, well, well, ma'am, I'm real glad to see you." |
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