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Every Man for Himself   By: (1871-1916)

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[Illustration: SHE WAS PROMISED TO SLOW JIM TOOL]

EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF

BY NORMAN DUNCAN

AUTHOR OF “THE CRUISE OF THE SHINING LIGHT ” “DOCTOR LUKE OF THE LABRADOR ” ETC. ETC

NEW YORK AND LONDON HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS MCMVIII

Copyright, 1906,1907,1908, by Harper & Brothers. Copyright, 1906, by Houghton, Mifflin, and Company. Copyright, 1905, by The Outlook Company. Copyright, 1907, by The Century Co.

All rights reserved Published September, 1908.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER PAGE I. The Wayfarer 1 II. A Matter of Expediency 40 III. The Minstrel 66 IV. The Squall 98 V. The Fool of Skeleton Tickle 132 VI. A Comedy of Candlestick Cove 149 VII. “By an’ by” Brown of Blunder Cove 182 VIII. They Who Lose at Love 208 IX. The Revolution at Satan’s Trap 231 X. The Surplus 273

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SHE WAS PROMISED TO SLOW JIM TOOL. Frontispiece “I SEED THE SHAPE OF A MAN LEAP FOR MY PLACE” 62 THE DARK, SMILING SALIM, WITH HIS MAGIC PACK, WAS WELCOME 88 “YOU KEEP YOUR TONGUE OFF POOR LIZABETH” 112 “YOU WAS FIXED ALL RIGHT?” PARSON JAUNT ASKED 178 “OL’ BILL HULK CRAWLIN’ DOWN THE HILL T’ MEETIN’” 276

EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF

I—THE WAYFARER

The harbor lights were out; all the world of sea and sky and barren rock was black. It was Saturday—long after night, the first snow flying in the dark. Half a gale from the north ran whimpering through the rigging, by turns wrathful and plaintive—a restless wind: it would not leave the night at ease. The trader Good Samaritan lay at anchor in Poor Man’s Harbor on the Newfoundland coast: this on her last voyage of that season for the shore fish. We had given the schooner her Saturday night bath; she was white and trim in every part: the fish stowed, the decks swabbed, the litter of goods in the cabin restored to the hooks and shelves. The crew was in the forecastle—a lolling, snoozy lot, now desperately yawning for lack of diversion. Tumm, the clerk, had survived the moods of brooding and light irony, and was still wide awake, musing quietly in the seclusion of a cloud of tobacco smoke. By all the signs, the inevitable was at hand; and presently, as we had foreseen, the pregnant silence fell.

With one blast—a swishing exhalation breaking from the depths of his gigantic chest, in its passage fluttering his unkempt mustache—Tumm dissipated the enveloping cloud; and having thus emerged from seclusion he moved his glance from eye to eye until the crew sat in uneasy expectancy.

“If a lad’s mother tells un he’ve got a soul,” he began, “it don’t do no wonderful harm; but if a man finds it out for hisself—”

The pause was for effect; so, too, the pointed finger, the lifted nostrils, the deep, inclusive glance.

“—it plays the devil!”

The ship’s boy, a cadaverous, pasty, red eyed, drooping jawed youngster from the Cove o’ First Cousins, gasped in a painful way... Continue reading book >>




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