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didn't chance to fancy what was sent her； she had no hesitation in sending it back to the giver with 〃Miss Jocelyn's respectful compliments。〃
But I have been gossiping too long…and yet not too long if I have impressed upon the reader an idea of what a rusty； delightful old town it was to which I had come to spend the next three or four years of my boyhood。
A drive of twenty minutes from the station brought us to the door…step of Grandfather Nutter's house。 What kind of house it was； and what sort of people lived in it； shall be told in another chapter。
Chapter Five
The Nutter House and the Nutter Family
The Nutter House…all the more prominent dwellings in Rivermouth are named after somebody； for instance； there is the Walford House； the Venner House； the Trefethen House； etc。； though it by no means follows that they are inhabited by the people whose names they bear…the Nutter House； to resume； has been in our family nearly a hundred years； and is an honor to the builder （an ancestor of ours； I believe）； supposing durability to be a merit。 If our ancestor was a carpenter； he knew his trade。 I wish I knew mine as well。 Such timber and such workmanship don't often come together in houses built nowadays。
Imagine a low…studded structure； with a wide hall running through the middle。 At your right band； as you enter； stands a tall black mahogany clock； looking like an Egyptian mummy set up on end。 On each side of the hall are doors （whose knobs； it must be confessed； do not turn very easily）； opening into large rooms wainscoted and rich in wood…carvings about the mantel…pieces and cornices。 The walls are covered with pictured paper； representing landscapes and sea…views。 In the parlor； for example； this enlivening figure is repeated all over the room。 A group of English peasants； wearing Italian hats； are dancing on a lawn that abruptly resolves itself into a sea…beach； upon which stands a flabby fisherman （nationality unknown）； quietly hauling in what appears to be a small whale； and totally regardless of the dreadful naval combat going on just beyond the end of his fishing…rod。 On the other side of the ships is the main…land again； with the same peasants dancing。 Our ancestors were very worthy people； but their wall…papers were abominable。
There are neither grates nor stoves in these quaint chambers； but splendid open chimney…places； with room enough for the corpulent back…log to turn over comfortably on the polished andirons。 A wide staircase leads from the hall to the second story； which is arranged much like the first。 Over this is the garret。 I needn't tell a New England boy what…a museum of curiosities is the garret of a well…regulated New England house of fifty or sixty years' standing。 Here meet together； as if by some preconcerted arrangement； all the broken…down chairs of the household； all the spavined tables； all the seedy hats； all the intoxicated…looking boots； all the split walking…sticks that have retired from business； 〃weary with the march of life。〃 The pots； the pans； the trunks； the bottles…who may hope to make an inventory of the numberless odds and ends collected in this bewildering lumber…room？ But what a place it is to sit of an afternoon with the rain pattering on the roof！ 20What a place in which to read Gulliver's Travels； or the famous adventures of Rinaldo Rinaldini！
My grandfather's house stood a little back from the main street； in the shadow of two handsome elms； whose overgrown boughs would dash themselves against the gables whenever the wind blew hard。 In the rear was a pleasant garden； covering perhaps a quarter of an acre； full of plum…trees and gooseberry bushes。 These trees were old settlers； and are all dead now； excepting one； which bears a purple plum as big as an egg。 This tree； as I remark； is still standing； and a more beautiful tree to tumble out of never grew anywhere。 In the northwestern comer of the garden were the stables and carriage…house opening upon a narrow lane。 You may imagine that I made an early visit to that locality to inspect Gypsy。 Indeed； I paid her a visit every half…hour during the first day of my arrival。 At the twenty…fourth visit she trod on my foot rather heavily； as a reminder； probably； that I was wearing out my welcome。 She was a knowing little pony； that Gypsy； and I shall have much to say of her in the course of these pages。
Gypsy's quarters were all that could be wished； but nothing among my new surroundings gave me more satisfaction than the cosey sleeping apartment that had been prepared for myself。 It was the hall room over the front door。
I had never had a chamber all to myself before； and this one； about twice the size of our state…room on board the Typhoon； was a marvel of neatness and comfort。 Pretty chintz curtains hung at the window； and a patch quilt of more colors than were in Joseph's coat covered the little truckle…bed。 The pattern of the wall…paper left nothing to be desired in that line。 On a gray background were small bunches of leaves； unlike any that ever grew in this world； and on every other bunch perched a yellow…bird； pitted with crimson spots； as if it had just recovered from a severe attack of the small…pox。 That no such bird ever existed did not detract from my admiration of each one。 There were two hundred and sixty…eight of these birds in all； not counting those split in two where the paper was badly joined。 I counted them once when I was laid up with a fine black eye； and falling asleep immediately dreamed that the whole flock suddenly took wing and flew out of the window。 From that time I was never able to regard them as merely inanimate objects。
A wash…stand in the corner； a chest of carved mahogany drawers； a looking…glass in a filigreed frame； and a high…backed chair studded with brass nails like a coffin； constituted the furniture。 Over the head of the bed were two oak shelves； holding perhaps a dozen books…among which were Theodore； or The Peruvians； Robinson Crusoe； an odd volume of Tristram Shandy； Baxter's Saints' Rest； and a fine English edition of the Arabian Nights； with six hundred wood…cuts by Harvey。
Shall I ever forget the hour when I first overhauled these books？ I do not allude especially to Baxter's Saints' Rest； which is far from being a lively work for the young； but to the Arabian Nights； and particularly Robinson Crusoe。 The thrill that ran into my fingers' ends then has not run out yet。 Many a time did I steal up to this nest of a room； and； taking the dog's…eared volume from its shelf； glide off into an enchanted realm； where there were no lessons to get and no boys to smash my kite。 In a lidless trunk in the garret I subsequently unearthed another motley collection of novels and romances； embracing the adventures of Baron Trenck； Jack Sheppard； Don Quixote； Gil Blas； and Charlotte Temple…all of which I fed upon like a bookworm。
I never come across a copy of any of those works without feeling a certain tenderness for the yellow…haired little rascal who used to lean above the magic pages hour after hour； religiously believing every word he read； and no more doubting the reality of Sindbad the Sailor； or the Knight of the Sorrowful Countenance； than he did the existence of his own grandfather。
Against the wall at the foot of the bed hung a single…barrel shot…gun…placed there by Grandfather Nutter； who knew what a boy loved； if ever a grandfather did。 As the trigger of the gun had been accidentally twisted off； it was not； perhaps； the most dangerous weapon that could be placed in the hands of youth。 In this maimed condition its 〃bump of destructiveness〃 was much less than that of my small brass pocket…pistol； which I at once proceeded to suspend from one of the nails supporting the fowling…piece； for my vagaries concerning the red man had been entirely dispelled。
Having introduced the reader to the Nutter House； a presentation to the Nutter family naturally follows。 The family consisted of my grandfather； his sister； Miss Abigail Nutter； and Kitty Collins； the maid…of…all…work。
Grandfather Nutter was a hale； cheery old gentleman； as straight and as bald as an arrow。 He had been a sailor in early life； that is to say； at the age of ten years he fled from the multiplication…table； and ran away to sea。 A single voyage satisfied him。 There never was but one of our family who didn't run away to sea； and this one died at his birth。 My grandfather had also been a soldier…a captain of militia in 1812。 If I owe the British nation anything； I owe thanks to that particular British soldier who put a musket…ball into the fleshy part of Captain Nutter's leg； causing that noble warrior a slight permanent limp； but offsetting the injury by furnishing him with the material for a story which the old gentleman was never weary of telling and I never weary of listening to。 The story； in brief； was as follows。
At the breaking out of the war； an English frigate lay for several days off the coast near Rivermouth。 A strong fort defended the harbor； and a regiment of minute…men； scattered at various points along…shore； stood ready to repel the boats； should the enemy try to effect a landing。 Captain Nutter had charge of a slight earthwork just outside the mouth of the river。 Late one thic