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Thankful, whose husband, Eben Barnes, was lost at sea the year after their marriage, had been living with and acting as housekeeper for an elderly woman named Pearson at South Middleboro.She, Thankful, had never visited her East Wellmouth inheritance.For four years after she inherited it she received the small rent paid her by the tenant, one Laban Eldredge.His name was all she knew concerning him.Then he died and for the next eight months the house stood empty.And then came one more death, that of old Mrs.Pearson, the lady for whom Thankful had "kept house."Left alone and without present employment, the Widow Barnes considered what she should do next.And, thus considering, the desire to visit and inspect her East Wellmouth property grew and strengthened.She thought more and more concerning it.It was hers, she could do what she pleased with it, and she began to formulate vague ideas as to what she might like to do.She kept these ideas to herself, but she spoke to Emily Howes concerning the possibilities of a journey to East Wellmouth.

Emily was Mrs.Barnes' favorite cousin, although only a second cousin.Her mother, Sarah Cahoon, Thankful's own cousin, had married a man named Howes.Emily was the only child by this marriage.But later there was another marriage, this time to a person named Hobbs, and there were five little Hobbses.Papa Hobbs worked occasionally, but not often.His wife and Emily worked all the time.The latter had been teaching school in Middleboro, but now it was spring vacation.So when Aunt Thankful suggested the Cape Cod tour of inspection Emily gladly agreed to go.The Hobbs house was not a haven of joy, especially to Mr.Hobbs' stepdaughter, and almost any change was likely to be an agreeable one.

They had left South Middleboro that afternoon.The rain began when the train reached West Ostable.At Bayport it had become a storm.

At Wellmouth Centre it was a gale and a miniature flood.And now, shut up in the back part of the depot-wagon, with the roaring wind and splashing, beating rain outside, Thankful's references to fish and ducks and mermaids, even to Mount Ararat, seemed to Emily quite appropriate.They had planned to spend the night at the East Wellmouth hotel and visit the Barnes' property in the morning.But it was five long miles to that hotel from the Wellmouth Centre station.Their progress so far had been slow enough.Now they had stopped altogether.

A flash of light showed above the top of the carriage boot.

"Mercy on us!" cried Aunt Thankful."Is that lightnin'? All we need to make this complete is to be struck by lightnin'.No, 'tain't lightnin', it's just the lantern.Our pilot's comin' back, I guess likely.Well, he ain't been washed away, that's one comfort."Winnie S., holding the lantern in his hand, reappeared beneath the boot.Raindrops sparkled on his eyebrows, his nose and the point of his chin.

"Judas priest!" he gasped."If this ain't--""You needn't say it.We'll agree with you," interrupted Mrs.

Barnes, hastily."Is anything the matter?"The driver's reply was in the form of elaborate sarcasm.

"Oh, no!" he drawled, "there wasn't nothin' the matter.Just a few million pines blowed across the road and the breechin' busted and the for'ard wheel about ready to come off, that's all.Maybe there's a few other things I didn't notice, but that's all I see.""Humph! Well, they'll do for a spell.How's the weather, any worse?""Worse? No! they ain't no worse made.Looks as if 'twas breakin' a little over to west'ard, fur's that goes.But how in the nation we'll ever fetch East Wellmouth, I don't know.Git dap! GIT DAP!

Have you growed fast?"

General Jackson pulled one foot after the other from the mud and the wagon rocked and floundered as its pilot steered it past the fallen trees.For the next twenty minutes no one spoke.Then Winnie S.

breathed a sigh of thankfulness.

"Well, we're out of that stretch of woods, anyhow," he declared.

"And it 'tain't rainin' so hard, nuther.Cal'late we can get to civilization if that breechin' holds and the pesky wheel don't come off.How are you, in aft there; tolerable snug?"Emily said nothing.Aunt Thankful chuckled at the word.

"Snug!" she repeated."My, yes! If this water was salt we'd be as snug as a couple of pickled mackerel.How far off is this civilization you're talkin' about?""Well, our hotel where you're bound is a good two mile, but there's--Judas priest! there goes that breechin' again!"There was another halt while the breeching underwent temporary repairs.The wind blew as hard as ever, but the rain had almost stopped.A few minutes later it stopped altogether.

"There!" declared Winnie S."The fust mile's gone.I don't know's I hadn't ought to stop--"Aunt Thankful interrupted."Stop!" she cried."For mercy sakes, don't stop anywheres unless you have to.We've done nothin' but stop ever since we started.Go on as far as you can while this--this machine of yours is wound up."

But that was not destined to be far.From beneath the forward end of the depot-wagon sounded a most alarming creak, a long-drawn, threatening groan.Winnie S.uttered his favorite exclamation.

"Judas priest!" he shouted."There goes that wheel! I've, been expectin' it."He tugged at the right hand rein.General Jackson, who, having been brought up in a seafaring community, had learned to answer his helm, swerved sharply from the road.Emily screamed faintly.

"Where are you goin'?" demanded Mrs.Barnes.

The driver did not answer.The groan from beneath the carriage was more ominously threatening than ever.And suddenly the threat was fulfilled.The depot-wagon jerked on for a few feet and then, with a crack, settled down to port in a most alarming fashion.Winnie S.

settled down with it, still holding tight to the reins and roaring commands to General Jackson at the top of his lungs.