Christmas in Narragansett (Classic Reprint) - Softcover

Excerpt from Christmas in Narragansett

Quite a wondering crowd surrounded him. He had summoned one or two of the fishing gang to help - stout fellows, who had been aloft in a gale, and were not afraid to sway back and forward if the wind blew. Tom Grinnell, the Singing gaberlunzie, who looks in upon all the people along the shore from Pint Judy Pint as far as the Gilmans, at Norwich Town, was look ing on. A belated Italian, with his bear, working south ward, could not resist the attraction. Oliver was there - half Indian, half negro, half white man, and general purveyor. He had a Chinaman's yoke on his neck, and bore clams in a pail hanging from each arm of it. The telephone interested him, as it interested all the neigh bors - his time was Of little value to him, for'he had all the time there was - and he laid aside his burden for the moment, to render any needed assistance. Indeed, the neighborhood lived, in a fashion, on the feudal system.

Colonel Ingham, then, sat on horseback watching Larkin, who, at the top Of the pole, was handling his monkey-wrench and driving his bolts as skilfully as if he had been standing at a comfortable work-bench.
That will hold, said Larkin, cheerily, through another September gale.

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Excerpt from Christmas in Narragansett

Colonel Ingham sat on his horse where the rough road ascends from Perch Cove. He was himself superintending the erection of a telephone wire.

Quite a wondering crowd surrounded him. He had summoned one or two of the fishing gang to help - stout fellows, who had been aloft in a gale, and were not afraid to sway back and forward if the wind blew. Tom Grinnell, the singing gaberlunzie, who looks in upon all the people along the shore from Pint Judy Pint as far as the Gilmans, at Norwich Town, was looking on. A belated Italian, with his bear, working southward, could not resist the attraction. Oliver was there - half Indian, half negro, half white man, and general purveyor. He had a Chinaman's yoke on his neck, and bore clams in a pail hanging from each arm of it. The telephone interested him, as it interested all the neighbors - his time was of little value to him, for he had all the time there was - and he laid aside his burden for the moment, to render any needed assistance. Indeed, the neighborhood lived, in a fashion, on the feudal system.

Colonel Ingham, then, sat on horseback watching Larkin, who, at the top of the pole, was handling his monkey-wrench and driving his bolts as skilfuly as if he had been standing at a comfortable work-bench.

About the Publisher

Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com

This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.