Rockhaven
n tower above his fellow-men. Not from stature, though he stood full six feet, or that he was impressive in other ways-far from it. He was like a child a
sed he always fulfilled, and no one ever asked his aid in vain. Others quarrelled, made mistakes, repented of errors, lost time in fruitless ventures; but Jess-never. He was like a great ship moving majest
ered above al
st of all follies. To him men were grown-up children who needed to be amused and directed; and women the custodian
t he was a walking example of the best that religion encourages, for he gov
nd in setting a good example as far as la
my behalf. I'm a weak vessel, like all on us, an' my impulses need caulkin'. I do the best I kin, 'cordin' to my light, 'n' that's all any man kin. The Lord won't go back on us fer not gittin' dipped, an'
e're all on us poor critters, an' if we jine
ss of inherent human weakness
boat 'thout ballast in a gale o' wind. An' then what becomes o' all yer 'lowin' the Lord's opened yer eyes 'n' gin ye extra grace? Ye only get laughed at by the scoffers 'n' y
humble as a child's happiness, permeated a
xt days, and when we git to 'em, somehow they've sorter faded away, and it's to be the next day and the next as is ter be the bright uns. Then, we are all on u
it's worryin' 'bout our nabors havin' more'n we do. The feller courtin' worries for fear the gal won't say 'yes,' an' when she does he is likely to see the time he wishes she hadn't, an' worries 'cause he's got her. We worry ourselves old 'n' wrinkled 'n' gr
what Jess believed and said that was quoted rather than the parson's assertions; and although Jess seldom failed to be one of his listeners, and contributed more than any five or ten ot
ar, mackerel were late in reaching the coast. The price was correspondingly high, and Rockhaven's band of fishermen eager to make the first haul. Most of them attended churc
e had been sung, and the parson, with closed eyes, had got well started in his prayer, down through
in the church except Jess Hutton and the parson. And when that good m
, "the model o' all Christianity sot the example, 'cord
failed to see the humor of the situation and sadly shook his h
ding of these fisher-folk's carnal as well as spiritual
' scace at that, prayers hain't got their usual grip. And ye oughtn't ter 'spect it, parson. The way to reach 'em's to be one with 'em and sorter feel thar needs, and make em feel they're yer
nd partially the secret of
debts, and rewarded all kindnesses. And how they trusted him! A fisher lad, saving up for a new suit of clothes or a boat of his own, would, before starting on a trip, leave his money with Jess for safe keeping. The owner of a smack or schooner, ready for another cruise, would ask Jess to take charge of the quintals and kits of fish just lande
trust w
stood by all to be the rule; and every one in the island, from a child wantin
ton, claimed to her amusement; and when she asked that he accompany her flower or sh
tation of candy, oranges, and nuts in his store, wou
ter try it, let 'em. It's bound to be found out, one way or 'nother, and wh
for he was like a boy baiting squirrels wit
he kept bachelor's hall over his store, and to have
s and beneath his counter; they hid in empty boxes and under piles of old sails in his back room. They littered his piazza with crabs, starfish, long strips of kelpie and shells, they had gathered among the rocks and on the beach, and left the
ed, danced, crowed, and shouted
as also sup
always cordial, and whose love seemed limitless. And they would obey a shake of his head even. And when the frolic had las
in of satire as w
brighter'n our neighbor's, an' our own joys and sorrers o' more account, and
were an' what she was doin' fer 'em. She'd run on fer hours 'bout all her ailin's till folks 'ud go off 'n' leave her. She got so daft on this subject, finally, everybody'd run fer safety and hide when they saw her comin'. She used ter talk in meetin' onct in a while, 'n' arter a spell her aches got sorter
t any wuss fer the Lord to hev to listen to her bodily aches and pains than the spiritu
how the rumatiz had started in her big toe and skipped from one jint to 'tot
er upper lip an' a hair mole on her chin, 'sides bein' poorer'n a church mous