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THE  NANTUCKET 
SCRAP  BASKET 


Being  a  Collection  of  Characteristic  Stories  and 

Sayings  of  the  People  of  the  Town   and 

Island  of  Nantucket,  Massachusetts. 


Compiled,  Edited  and  Arranged  by 
WILLIAM  F/lVlACY  and  ROLAND  B.  HUSSEY 

and  published  for  the  benefit  of 

THE  SONS  AND  DAUGHTERS  OF  NANTUCKET' 


NANTUCKET 

THE  INQUIRER  AND  MIRROR  PRESS 

1916 


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Copyrighted  1916 

by 
William  F.  Macy 

and 
Roland  B.  Hussey. 


JUN  20  1916 
©CI.A433438 

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Dedicated 

by  the  Compilers 

to  all 

SONS  AND  DAUGHTERS 

OF  NANTUCKET. 


The  House-top  Walk. 


Weather-stained  and  beaten  and  empty  now, 

The  long,  long  vigil  o'er; 
No  longer  the  ships  go  out  to  sea, 

And  the  watchers  wait  no  more; 
Sailors  and  watchers  are  resting  now, 

Some  on  this  sandy  lea, 
And  some,  with  the  sea-grass  round  them  twined. 

Are  asleep  in  the  wandering  sea. 

But  it  comes  to  me  as  I  walk  the  street 

Of  the  quaint,  historic  town, 
A  vision  these  scenes  have  looked  upon 

In  the  years  so  long  agone— 
A  vision  of  struggle  with  storm  and  tide, 

By  the  brave  ones,  called  to  roam 
On  the  wrathful  way  of  the  ocean  wide; 

And  a  vision  of  love  at  home. 

On  the  house-top  walk  in  the  morning  gray, 

And  yet  in  the  deepening  night, 
They  watch  for  the  flash  of  a  homeward  sail, 

Or  the  swing  of  a  mast-head  light. 
It  is  morn  again,  and  again  'tis  eve, 

So  the  days  drag  one  by  one, 
And  the  steadfast  thing  in  the  changeful  scene 

Is  the  love  that  will  have  its  own. 

So  the  hair  grows  gray,  and  the  faces  thin, 

For  the  sea  is  empty  still; 
And  the  lonely  years  will  have  their  way, 

And  God  will  have  His  will. 
But  the  watch  is  o'er.     What  matters  now 

Though  the  ships  drift  endlessly, 
Though  some  are  asleep  in  the  graveyard  there, 

And  some  in  the  wandering  sea? 

—Charles  L.  Thompson. 


TABLE  OF  CONTENTS. 
Chapter  I— Introductory. 
Chapter  II — Sea  Yarns  and  Sayings. 
Chapter  III— Whale  Scraps. 
Chapter  IV — Anecdotes  of  the  Quakers. 
Chapter  V— Some  Nantucket  Traits. 
Chapter  VI — Local  "Characters." 
Chapter  VII  — Burying  Ground  Aftermath. 
Chapter  VIII — Miscellaneous  Scraps. 
Chapter  IX — Twentieth  Century  Anecdotes. 
Chapter  X— Expressions  and  Idioms. 
Chapter  XI — Flotsam  and  Jetsam. 


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Foreword. 

3T  has  long  been  the  wish  of  all  those  who  are  in- 
terested in  Nantucket's  past  that  some  of  the  many 
good  stories  and  anecdotes  of  the  place  and  its  people, 
as  well  as  some  of  the  quaint  and  characteristic  sayings 
and  idioms  of  the  islanders,  might  be  collected,  ar- 
ranged and  preserved  in  some  permanent  form. 

The  publication  of  this  book  came  about  in  a  rath- 
er curious  way.  Each  of  the  two  compilers,  largely  as 
a  labor  of  love,  had  long  been  collecting  material  of 
this  nature,  with  no  very  definite  purpose  in  view  other 
than  a  vague  hope  that,  at  some  time  and  in  some  way, 
the  collection  might  perhaps  be  printed. 

In  the  fall  of  1915  the  one  who  resides  at  Nan- 
tucket wrote  to  the  other  in  Boston  that  he  was  mak- 
ing such  a  collection,  and  asking  that  he  might  have 
access  to  the  "Scrap  Basket,"  which  has  long  been  a 
feature  of  the  reunions  of  the  Sons  and  Daughters  of 
Nantucket,  held  in  Boston  each  autumn  for  the  past 
twenty-odd  years.  After  some  little  correspondence  it 
was  mutually  agreed  that  the  two  should  collaborate  in 
the  preparation  of  a  volume,  which,  using  the  material 
contributed  to  the  Scrap  Basket  since  its  inception,  as 
a  nucleus,  should  be  published  for  the  benefit  of  the 
Sons  and  Daughters,  under  the  title  of  "The  Nantuck- 


et  Scrap  Basket."  The  compilers  have  no  apology  to 
offer  for  the  result,  but  a  few  words  of  explanation 
may  not  be  amiss. 

First,  we  recognize  that  the  collection  is  far  from 
complete.  The  field  is  unlimited,  and  if  every  "scrap" 
it  would  be  possible  to  obtain  were  included,  the  first 
old-time  Nantucketer  who  read  the  book  would  be  re- 
minded of  many  others  which  the  compilers  had  over- 
looked or  had  never  heard  of.  No  attempt  has  been 
made,  therefore,  to  cover  all  the  ground.  On  the  con- 
trary, the  mass  of  available  material  has  been  carefully 
sifted  with  the  idea  of  eliminating  much  that,  for  one 
reason  or  another,  it  was  thought  best  not  to  use.  We 
admit  that  the  sieve  was  of  a  rather  large  mesh,  and 
that  much  went  through.  Other  compilers  might  have 
left  out  much  that  we  put  in  or  put  in  much  that  we 
have  left  out— either  or  both.  We  have  used  our  best 
judgment,  having  in  mind  the  limitations  of  time, space 
and  expense.  But  the  result  is  not  final.  A  scrap 
basket  is  never  full;  it  may  be  added  to  or  subtracted 
from,  and  if  the  work  meets  with  the  approval  and  the 
sale  which,  in  our  more  sanguine  moments,  we  hope  for 
it,  future  editions  may  contain  many  of  the  stories  of 
which  some  of  those  in  this  book  may  remind  its  read- 
ers. We  earnestly  solicit  such  contributions  for  pres- 
ervation and  future  use  if  opportunity  offers. 

To  many  Nantucketers  we  know  that  most  of  these 
stories  are  far  from  new.  Many  have  heard  them 
from  childhood,  till,  by  frequent  repetition  and  long  fa- 
miliarity, they  have  lost  point  and  become  "chestnuts. " 
To  such  we  extend  our  sympathy,  only  hoping  we    may 


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have  unearthed  some  few  which  they  have  not  heard, 
and  suggesting  that  they  skip  the  others,  remembering, 
however,  that  to  many  readers  most  of  the  stories  will 
be  new.  If  the  present  generation  fails  to  appreciate 
our  efforts,  we  must  look  to  posterity,  which  cannot 
fail  to  accord  them  some  merit;  for  it  is  a  fact  that 
these  things  are  passing;  much  that  was  well  worth 
preserving  has  already  been  lost,  perhaps  irretrievably, 
and  it  is  high  time  some  attempt  was  made  to  save 
what  is  left. 

Many  of  the  stories  must,  perforce,  lose  much  of 
their  flavor  and  point  when  separated  from  their  proper 
surroundings  and  set  down  in  cold  type;  they  need  the 
characteristic  environment,  the  unique  personality  of 
the  narrator,  and  that  vague  something  which  we  call 
-atmosphere"  to  be  appreciated  at  their  full  value. 
Moreover,  it  is  always  a  risk  to  bring  loo  many  quaint 
or  amusing  anecdotes  together  in  a  printed  collection, 
for  many  of  them  lose  rather  than  gain  by  proximity 
and  contrast  each  with  the  other.  But  we  take  those 
chances  in  the  confidence  that  the  reader's  imagination 
may  supply  some  at  least  of  what  we  realize  is  lack- 
ing. 

We  have  attempted  to  classify  and  arrange  the 
stories  and  sayings  under  different  chapter  headings, 
but  it  will  be  readily  understood  that  many  of  them 
might  appear  under  any  one  of  several  heads, since  they 
partake  in  some  measure  of  the  characteristics  of  each; 
so  we  have  considered,  in  this  connection,  what  seemed 
to  be  the  salient  or  distinctive  feature  of  each    in    ac- 


cording  a  place  to  it,  and  we  trust  the   result  will    not 
be  altogether  disappointing. 

With  this  preliminary  "slushing  of  the  ways," 
we  launch  our  little  venture,  bearing  in  mind  always 
that  "it  takes  one  voyage  to  learn." 

William  F.  Macy, 
Roland  B.  Hussey. 


Chapter  I. 

INTRODUCTORY. 

fERHAPS  no  better  introduction  to  this  collection  of 
Nantucket  stories  and  sayings  could  be  selected  than 
those  oft-quoted  (and  quite  as  oft-misquoted)  doggerel 
verses  which  purport  to  set  forth  the  characteristics  of 
some  of  the  old  island  families.  Their  authorship, 
though  somewhat  obscure,  is  usually  attributed  to  one 
Phineas  Fanning,  a  man  of  some  parts,  who  resided  on 
Nantucket  in  the  latter  half  of  the  eighteenth  century, 
and  who  married,  in  1777,  Keziah,  a  daughter  of  John 
and  Keziah  (Folger)  Coffin.   The  verses  are  as  follows: 

The  Rays  and  Russells  coopers  are; 

The  knowing  Folgerslazy; 
A  learned  Coleman  very  rare, 

And  scarce  an  honest*  Hussey. 

The  Coffins  noisy,  fractious,  loud, 

The  silent  Gardners  plodding, 
The  Mitchells  good,  the  Barkers  proud. 

The  Macys  eat  the  pudding. 

The  Swains  are  swinish,  clownish  called; 

The  Barnards  very  civil; 
The  Starbucks  they  are  loud  to  bawl; 

The  Pinkhams  beat  the  devil. 

*''Learned"  in  some  versions. 

Someone  has  said,  "All  generalizations    are    open 
to  criticism, even  this  one,"  and  as  these  lines  are  sim- 


ply  a  series  of  generalizations,  it  is  not  to  be  presumed 
that  they  were  ever  meant  to  be  taken  seriously. 

We  certainly  know  that  members  of  the  Ray  and 
Russell  families  followed  other  trades  than  that  of 
coopering,  Folgers  were  not  infrequently  more  industri- 
ous than  erudite, Colemans  did  sometimes  acquire  learn- 
ing, Husseys  were  faithful  in  positions  of  trust,  Coffins 
were  on  occasion  quiet  and  Gardners  vociferous,  and  so 
on  through  the  list;  though  it  may  well  be  that  the 
most  conspicuous  representatives  of  the  respective 
names  to  the  eye  and  mind  of  the  rhymster  at  the  time 
answered  to  the  descriptions  he  applied  to  the  clan  as  a 
whole.  Perhaps  the  most  comfortable  assumption,  for 
those  of  us  who  claim  descent  from  any  of  the  families 
enumerated,  is  that  Phineas  spoke  truly  only  when  he 
ascribed  virtues  to  our  ancestors, while  in  all  other  cas- 
es he  was,  let  us  sav,  mistaken. 

A  well -authenticated  story  comes  down  to  us  from 
early  in  the  nineteenth  century,  wherein  it  is  told  that 
a  Nantucket  woman,  on  her  departure  for  a  visit  with 
relatives  in  Brooklyn,  was  entrusted  with  a  message 
from  an  elderly  island  dame  to  a  cousin  of  the  latter 
who  lived  "somewhere  on  Long  Island."  The  parting 
injunction  was:  "Thee  has  Pinkham  enough  in  thee  to 
remember  it,  Coffin  enough  to  relate  it,  and  if  the 
Gardner  does  not  predominate, Mehitable  will  hear  from 
me."  This  would  seem  to  confirm  at  least  the  Coffin 
reputation  for  loquacity  and  that  of  the  Gardners  for 
reserve.  As  for  the  Pinkhams,  since  they  "beat  the 
devil,"  they  might  well  be  credited  with    long    memo- 


Apropos,  we  recall  the  deposition  of  a  venerable 
clergyman  who  spoke  at  one  of  the  reunions  of  the  Sons 
and  Daughters  of  Nantucket  a  few  years  ago,  to  the 
effect  that  upon  his  betrothal  to  a  fair  daughter  of  the 
island  a  half-century  before,  his  prospective  father-in- 
law  gave  him  warning  of  what  he  might  expect  in  these 
words:  "My  daughter,  sir,  has  in  her  veins  some  of 
the  blood  of  all  the  original  settlers  of  Nantucket,  and 
a  queerer  lot  God  never  made!" 

Dr.  R.  A.  Douglas-Lithgow,  author  of  "Nantuck- 
et: A  History,"  in  an  interesting  chapter  on  "Quaint 
Nantucketers,"  says:  "They  were  a  peculiar  people, 
differing  from  others  in  manners  and  customs  from  the 

reaction  of    their    environment It  is 

from  them  have  been  transmitted  those  bright  attri- 
butes of  intelligence  and  character  which  distinguish 
Nantucketers  the  world  over,  and  which,  often  above 
the  average  and  occasionally  tending  toward  eccentric- 
ity, are  always  forcible  and  ever  individualistic.  .  . 
.  .  .  Inherent  humor  is  always  a  prominent  char- 
acteristic of  a  Nantucketer,  and  in  almost  every  case 
it  is  closely  associated  either  with  the  sea  or  the  gray 
fraternity  of  Friends,  and  in  accordance  with  the  ele- 
ments of  both  as  blent  in  his  character A 

people  distinguished  by  certain  characteristics  which 
are  apparent  to  every 'off  islander'  during  five  minutes' 
conversation.  Unconventional  or  eccentric  might  de- 
scribe their  idiosyncrasies,  but  quaintness  is  more  ex- 
pressive, and    delightfully    quaint    they  are. " 

Many  other  writers  and  observers  bear  testimony 
to    these  characteristics  and  peculiarities  of  the  island- 


ers,  and  most  visitors  who  come  in  contact  with  them 
are  similarly  impressed;  so  that  it  would  seem  that 
there  must  be  "something  in  it,"  and  that  as  a  people 
we  are,  consciously  or  unconsciously,  a  little  wittier, 
a  little  quainter,  or,  it  may  be,  only  a  little  queerer 
than  other  folks.  Perhaps  the  net  result  is  a  combina- 
tion of  all  these  qualities  in  varying  proportions,  inten- 
sified and  accentuated  by  our  isolation  from  the  rest  of 
the  world,  and  by  several  generations  of  in-breeding — 
both  of  which,  as  is  well  known,  tend  to  the  develop- 
ment in  a  high  degree  of  racial   and  family  traits. 

The  attitude  of  the  average  Nantucketer  toward 
this  charge,  if  such  it  can  be  called,  is  one  of  amuse- 
ment and  complacency,  tinged  perhaps  at  times  with  a 
slight  resentment  that  anyone  should  consider  the  mat- 
ter worthy  of  note.  Recognizing  the  fact  that  he 
couldn't  be  different  if  he  would,  he  is  equally  sure  that 
he  wouldn't  be  if  he  could.  And  there's  an  end  on't. 
Certain  it  is,  however,  that  Nantucket  has  produced 
many  unusual  and  unique  "characters,"  some  of  great 
and  others  of  less  ability,  but  in  any  case  distinctive 
and  quite  unlike  any  others  to  be  met  elsewhere. 

As  Dr.  Lithgow,  in  the  passage  quoted,  has  ob- 
served, the  two  strongest  influences  in  shaping  the  char- 
acter and  habits  of  these  people  were  the  sea  and  the 
Quaker  religion.  Either  of  these  alone  would  have  left 
its  mark,  one  which  centuries  could  not  altogether 
obliterate.  The  two  together,  interacting  one  upon  the 
other,  were  bound  to  have  a  pronounced  effect.  It 
could  not  have  been  otherwise. 

As  the  sea  was    always    here,  while    the    Quakers 


came  some  time  after  the  settlement,  the  influence  of 
Neptune  antedates  that  of  George  Fox  and  his  follow- 
ers, so  it  may  be  well  to  trace  first,  through  song  and 
story  and  quaint  saying, this  earlier  and  perhaps  strong- 
er—because more  universal — of  the  two  influences  upon 
the  island  character.  The  anecdotes  and  expressions 
connected  with  the  sea  and  ships  are  so  many  and  so 
varied  that  only  a  comparatively  small  part  of  the  vast 
store  of  available  material  can  be  utilized.  The  list 
might  be  extended  to  make  several  such  books  as  this, 
but  the  compilers  have  selected  those  which  seemed 
most  characteristic  as  well  as  most  indigenous  to  our 
island. 


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Chapter  II. 

SEA  YARNS  AND  SAYINGS. 

g.  HE  very  earliest  Nantucket  sea  story  of  which  we 
1/  have  any  record  actually  antedates  the  settlement  of 
the  island — by  a  few  hours,  at  least.  It  is  related  that 
when  Thomas  Macy,  with  his  good  wife  Sarah  and  their 
five  children,  made  the  famous  voyage  from  Salisbury, 
on  Cape  Ann,  to  Nantucket,  in  the  autumn  of  1659, 
they  encountered  rough  weather  with  heavy  seas,  and 
that  Sarah,  becoming  alarmed,  begged  her  husband  to 
turn  back — to  which  entreaty  Goodman  Thomas  replied: 
"Woman,  go  below  and  seek  thy  God!  I  fear  not  the 
witches  on  earth  or  the  devils  in  hell!"  Which  would 
indicate  that  the  ancestor  of  all  the  pudding-eaters  was 
himself  something  of  a  fire-eater.  Probably  none  of 
the  party  saw  anything  amusing  in  the  remark,  but 
there  was  a  certain  grim  humor  in  it  which  befits  the 
situation  as  we  may  picture  it. 

From  that  day  to  this  Nantucketers  have  been  pre- 
eminently a  sea-faring  folk,  and  their  main  interests 
have  been  in  or  on  the  ocean.  Is  it  to  be  wondered  at 
then  that  their  whole  conversation  savors  of  the  sea 
and  ships?  The  habit  is  quite  unconscious  to  most  of 
them — 'the  nautical  term3  having  become  so  incorpo- 
rated into  their  every-day  speech  that  it  never  occurs  to 


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them  there  is  anything  unusual  about  it.  They  never 
pull,  they  always  "haul";  they  do  not  tie  or  fasten 
anything,  they  "splice"  or  "belay"  it;  they  do  not 
arrange  or  fix  a  thing,  they  "rig  it"  or  "rig  it  up"; 
they  do  not  throw  anything  away,  but  "heave  it  over- 
board" ;  they  "back  and  fill,"  they  "luff,"  "tack," 
"come  about"  and  "square  away"  on  any  and  all  oc- 
casions. Before  engaging  in  any  venture  they  first 
"3ee  if  the  coast  is  clear,"  then,  as  they  proceed,  they 
"keep  the  weather  eye  peeled"  and  always  "look  out 
for  squalls. "  Then  they  "sound  it  out"  until  they 
"fathom"  it.  If  they  don't  like  "the  lay  of  the  land" 
they  "give  it  a  wide  berth  "  To  be  prudent  is  "to 
keep  an  eye  to  windward,"  but  to  be  over-prudent 
to  the  point  of  timidity  is  to  be  "always  reefed  down 
and  standing  on  the  inshore  tack  "  To  be  reckless  and 
take  too  many  chances  is  to  "sail  too  close  to  the 
wind,"  and  to  be  caught  off  one's  guard  is  to  be  "tak- 
en aback,"  meaning  to  catch  the  wind  on  the  wrong 
side  of  the  sails — an  exasperating  and  sometimes  peri- 
lous experience  for  a  mariner.  Anything  put  by  for  a 
rainy  day,  or  any  provision  against  adversity  or  disas- 
ter is  "an  anchor  to  windward,"  while  to  be  gay  or 
foolish  is  to  "carry  on"  as  an  inexperienced  or  reck- 
less navigator  may  carry  on  (sail).  A  telling  rebuke 
of  extravagance  is  the  phrase  "two  lamps  burning  and 
no- ship  at  sea."  To  overcome  or  to  best  an  opponent 
is  to  "take  the  wind  out  of  his  sails."  To  be  ready 
for  anything  is  to  be  "always  on  deck,  "  and  so  on  ad 
infinitum. 

Some  day,  perhaps,  if  you  are    an    old-time    Nan- 


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tucketer,  you  "tackle  up"  the  horse  and  "all  rigged 
out"  you  "cruise  down  along."  A  "mate"  recognizes 
you  "by  the  cut  of  your  jib,"  and  you  are  "hailed" 
with  the  query,  "where  you  bound?"  Replying  that 
you  are  "bound  to  the  south 'ard"  or  to  the  "east'ard,  " 
as  the  case  may  be,  you  are  urged  to  "heave  to"  or  to 
"come  alongside."  Complying  with  the  request,  you 
are  urged  to  "drop  anchor,"  and  to  "come  aboard  and 
have  a  gam";  so  you  "make  fast"  and  visit  for  a 
while,  till  it's  time  to  "heave  your  anchor  short"  or 
"top  up  your  boom,"  and  "get  under  way"  for  the 
next  "port." 

So  the  conversation  goes,  not  always  with  the  nau- 
ticalisms  as  thick  as  in  the  samples  given,  but  always 
with  the  salty  flavor  of  the  sea.  Less  now  than  for- 
merly, perhaps,  for  the  times  are  changing;  but  much 
of  it  lingers  yet  in  the  speech  of  the  older  generation. 
Some  of  the  old  expressions  are  rarely  heard  nowadays. 
In  former  times  a  Nantucket  mother  told  her  children 
to  "splice  their  patience,"  and  if  she  went  out,  one  of 
the  older  ones  had  to  "tend  the  kitchen  halyards"  in 
her  absence. 

Of  a  light-minded  person  or  one  who  didn't  amount 
to  much, they  would  say,  "Well  I  guess  he'd  come  over 
the  bar  without  camels,"  while  the  expression  applied 
to  an  absolutely  useless  fellow,  "he  ain't  good  enough 
even  to  take  in  slack,"  explains  itself.  An  ill-fitting 
garment  was  said  to  "fit  like  a  purser's  shirt  on  a 
hand-spike."  "God  made  the  food, but  the  devil  made 
the  cook"  is  a  sailor's  phrase,  often  borrowed  to  de- 
scribe a  poor  cook  ashore ;  and  the  expression  "we  must^ 


take  it  as  it  comes  from  the  cook"  is,  perhaps,  another 
form  of  the  same   idea. 

A  certain  Nantucket  Quaker  mother  once  denied 
that  she  ever  used  these  nautical  phrases,  and  told  her 
children  to  remind  her  if  they  ever  caught  her  doing  it. 
The  very  next  morning  she  gave  one  of  them  some  eggs 
to  leave  at  the  house  of  a  relative  on  the  way  to  school 
with  the  words:  "Take  these  into  Cousin  Phebe's,  and 
tell  her  I  think  this  squares  the  yards  with  us;  and  thee 
must  scud,  for  it's  almost  school  time." 

Of  course  not  all  these  expressions  are  peculiar  to 
Nantucket.  Many  of  them  are  heard  elsewhere  along 
the  coast,  and  even  far  inland,  and  many  of  them,  in- 
deed, have  become  so  much  a  part  of  the  language  that 
they  are  not  recognized  as  nautical  phrases  at  all.  Of 
such  are  several  already  given— notably  such  terms  as 
"taken  aback,"  to  "carry  on"  or  "the  lay  of  the 
land"  and  many  others,  such  as  main-stay,  bulwark, 
chock  full,  etc. ;  but  even  of  these,  when  their  sense  is 
grasped  ana\  understood,  it  must  be  admitted  that  their 
origin  is  obvious.  Even  the  very  common  word  "land- 
mark," is  a  sailor's  term,  meaning  a  mark  on  the  land 
by  which  to  steer  or  lay  a  course.  Others  not  recog- 
nizable at  all,  except  by  the  initiated,  are  constantly 
used.  "Al"  or  "A  No.  1"  originated  in  the  classifi- 
cation of  wooden  ships,  being  the  highest  grade  in 
Lloyd's  Register.  Even  more  surprising,  perhaps, will 
be  the  statement  that  the  term  "bitter  end"  is  a  very 
technical  nautical  phrase,  that  being  the  sailor's  name 
for  that  part  of  the  cable  which  is  abaft  the  windlass 
bitts;  so  when  the  cable  is  let  out    to    the    bitter  end, 


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that  is  as  far  as  it  is  possible  for  it  to  go;  and  it  is 
only  in  very  deep  water  or  when  riding  out  a  gale  at 
anchor  that  this  occurs. 

"To  know  the  ropes"  is  obviously  of  nautical 
origin.  It  is  said  there  are  only  seven  "ropes"  on  a 
full-rigged  ship.  Everything  else  which  might  be  tak- 
en for  a  rope  by  a  land- lubber  goes  by  some  other  name, 
as  halyards,  clewlines,  earrings,  garnets,  sheets,  tacks, 
stays,  buntlines,  gaskets,  etc.,  to  mention  only  a  few. 
So  that  to  pick  the  seven  "ropes"  from  all  this 
confusion  of  nomenclature  requires  an  "A  B"degree  in 
seamanship. 

Another  common  expression,  "fagged  out, "or  the 
"fag  end,"  is  undoubtedly  of  nautical  origin,  that  be- 
ing the  sailor's  term  for  a  rope  which  is  untwisted  and 
frayed  at  the  end. 

Examples  of  this  nature  might  be  multiplied  in- 
definitely, and  it  is  a  fascinating  study;  but  further 
discussion  of  the  subject  is  hardly  within  the  scope  of 
this  work,  even  if  space  permitted.  Our  language  un- 
doubtedly owes  much  to  the  sailors,  who,  while  they 
may  not  have  actually  coined  manj  of  the  words  in 
question,  have  probably  preserved  many  very  old  ones 
which  would  otherwise  have  passed  into  disuse  and  been 
forgotten. 

Some  Odd  Sayings. 

"Give  a  woman  all  the  advice  in  the  world  and 
then  she'll  go  ashore  with  both  anchors  on  the  bows" 
expresses  the  contempt  of  an  old  Nantucket  captain  for 
feminine  judgment  and  capacity. 


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"The  devil  would  have  made  a  sailor  if  he'd  ever 
looked  aloft"  is  said  of  or  to  a  man  who  gets  things 
snarled  aloft  by  not  looking  to  see  that  everything  is 
clear;  and  the  first  thing  he  knows  everything  is  "mops 
and  brooms." 

"Nothing  but  hot  water  and  ashes  can  be  thrown 
to  windward"  is  told  to  the  green-horn, who  needs  only 
to  try  it  once  to  learn  the  lesson. 

Said  of  a  gale  off  Cape  Horn:  "It  blows  so  hard 
it  takes  two  men  to  hold  one  man's  hair  on." 

Of  a  captain  in  a  tight  place,  from  which  it  would 
seem  next  to  impossible  to  extricate  himself, the  sailors 
were  wont  to  say:  "The  old  man's  'twixt  Heaven  and 
hell  without  halyard  or  downhaul." 

Of  an  incredible  story:  "That  yarn  doesn't  square 
by  its  lifts  and  braces." 

Of  an  over-dressed  woman,  displaying  flounce, ruffle 
and  furbelow:  "Here  she  comes,  stud'n's'ls  set  alow 
and  aloft." 

Similarly,  of  a  sailor  home  from  sea,  with  his 
pockets  full  of  money  rolling  down  Main  street  on  his 
sea- legs,  with  a  girl  on  each  arm:  "There  goes  Jack, 
rolling  down  to  St.  Helena,  eighteen  cloths  in  the  low- 
er stud'n's'l,  and  no  change  out  of  a  dollar!" 

An  old  skipper,  still  hale  and  hearty,  being  asked 
why  he  quit  going  to  sea,  replied:  "Well,  I  thought 
when  I  got  to  the  north'ard  o'  sixty,  'twas  time  to 
heave  to." 


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Another,  being  invited  out  to  dinner,  announced  on 
his  arrival  that  he  was  "ready  to  fall  to  any  time,"  as 
he  had  "come  with  a  swep'  hold." 

"Hull  Down." 

Capt.  Stephen  Bailey,  partaking  of  an  oyster  stew 
at  a  church  supper,  called  the  waitress  with,  "See 
here,  my  lass,  can't  ye  get  me  some  more  oysters? 
These  here  are  a  day's  sail  apart." 

They  Pumped. 

The  crew  of  a  leaky  ship,  homeward  bound  for 
Nantucket,  had  become  so  exhausted  with  work  at  the 
pumps  that  they  finally  came  aft  and  told  the  captain 
they  couldn't  stand  it  any  longer  and  would  have  to 
give  up.  Expecting  little  short  of  death  for  such  a  fla- 
grant breach  of  discipline  aboard  ship,  their  surprise 
may  be  imagined  when  the  captain  blandly  replied,  "I 
don't  blame  ye  a  bit,  boys."  Recovering  from  their 
astonishment,  they  asked,  "But  what'll  we  do?" 
"Pump  and  you'll  float;  quit  and  you'll  sink,"  was  the 
response,  "and  I'll  sink  with  ye!" 

Evidently  they  pumped,  or  the  story  would  have 
remained  untold. 


After  some  such  a  voyage  as  this  we  can  under- 
stand how  the  sailor  felt  who  said  he  was  going  to 
shoulder  an  oar  and  march  inland  till  somebody  asked 
him  what  that  thing  was  he  was  carrying,  and  there  he 
would  settle  for  the  rest  of  his  days. 


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Orthography. 

It  was  always  the  mate's  duty  to  keep  the  log 
aboard  ship.  When  the  good  ship  "Aurora"  arrived 
home  the  owners  were  somewhat  puzzled  on  looking 
over  the  log-book  to  read  in  a  good  round  hand  at  the 
top  of  each  page:  "Ship  Ororor,  Lat. — ,  Long.  — " 
Calling  the  mate  in,  they  asked  him  what  it  meant. 
4 'Why,"  said  he,  "that's  the  name  o'  the  ship." 
"But  why  do  you  spell  it  that  way?"  they  asked.  The 
mate  studied  the  letters  for  a  while,  then  he  burst  out 
with:  "Well  if  O-r-o  r-o-r  don't  spell  Ororor,  what  in 
does  it  spell?" 

Worthy  of  Note. 

Some  good  ones  are  claimed  for  Nantucket  which 
may  have  had  their  origin  elsewhere.  Of  these,  per- 
haps, is  that  other  log-book  story  concerning  the  mate 
who,  on  returning  from  shore  leave  somewhat  the  worse 
for  liquor,  forgot  or  was  unable  to  write  up  the  day's 
log.  Recovering  the  next  day,  he  found  the  captain 
had  attended  to  that  duty,  adding  at  the  end  of  the  rec- 
ord the  words  "Mate  drunk  today."  The  mate  said 
nothing,  but  at  the  close  of  the  next  day's  record  he 
wrote  "Captain  sober  today." 

Another  good  one  attributed  to  a  Nantucket  cap- 
tain, but  not  vouched  for  as  authentic,  has  been  widely 
quoted,  even  Mark  Twain  having  related  it  in  one  of 
his  books.      This  is  the  story  of 

The  Captain's  Prescription. 

Many  old-time  ships  carried  in  the    medicine  chest 


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what  was  called  the  "symptom  book,"  in  which  were 
detailed  such  symptoms  as  were  likely  to  develop  in 
certain  diseases.  The  diagnosis  being  thus  disclosed, 
instructions  were  given  to  administer  such  and  such  a 
dose  of  remedy  number  so  and  so  from  the  medicine 
chest.  One  day  a  sick  sailor  having  developed  the 
symptoms  calling  for  number  eleven,  the  captain  found 
to  his  dismay  that  the  bottle  supposed  to  contain  that 
number  was  empty.  However,  not  to  be  stumped  by  a 
little  thing  like  that,  he  administered  equal  parts  of 
number  six  and  number  five  to  the  amount  of  the  dose 
directed  for  number  eleven.  The  story  has  it  that  the 
man  was  pretty  sick  for  a  time,  but  that  he  finally 
pulled  through,  though  whether  owing  to  a  strong  con- 
stitution or  to  the  captain's  ingenuity,  deponent  sayeth 
not. 

A  Question  of  Taste. 

Perhaps  no  Nantucket  story  is  more  widely  known 
than  the  one  celebrated  in  the  verses  about  "Marm 
Hackett's  Garden,"  the  correct  version  of  which,  the 
islanders  claim,  is  as  follows:  Captain  Finney,  of  the 
packet  sloop  Penelope,  had  long  made  it  his  boast  that 
he  could  tell  where  he  was  at  any  time  by  merely  tasting 
the  material  brought  up  on  the  sounding  lead.  Obed 
Fisher,  his  mate,  being  more  or  less  skeptical  of  his 
skipper's  ability  in  that  direction  and  wishing  to  put  it 
to  the  test, took  the  lead  one  night  during  the  old  man's 
watch  below,  and  after  greasing  it  well, rolled  it  in  the 
earth  in  a  box  which  had  contained  some  Nantucket- 
grown  turnips.      Then,   going  below,  he  roused  the  cap- 


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tain  from  a  sound  sleep  and  thrust  the  lead  in  his  face, 
exclaiming:  "For  the  Lord's  sake,Cap'n,  tell  us  where 
we  be!"  Touching  his  tongue  to  the  lead,  the  skipper 
ta3ted  a  moment,  then  jumped  from  his  bunk  with  a 
yell:  "Great  Scott!  Obed,  Nantucket's  sunk,  and 
we're  right  over  Dr.  Tupper's   hill." 

Saved  by  a  Song. 

A  stuttering  foremast  hand,  seeing  a  shipmate  fall 
overboard, rushed  aft  to  tell  the  captain,  but  so  terrified 
and  excited  was  he  that  he  could  only  mouth  helplessly, 
"B-b-b-b — !"  "Sing  it,  man, "  roared  the  captain, 
"sing  it!"  Whereupon  the  sailor  (for  'tis  well  known 
that  stutterers  can  always  sing)  chanted: 

"Overboard  goes  Barnabas- 
Half  a  mile  astarn  of  us." 

He  Was  Particular. 

On  a  very  rough  passage  across  the  Sound  in  the 
old  Island  Home,  some  of  the  more  timid  passengers 
besought  an  old  Nantucket  sailor  man  to  tell  them  if 
he  thought  there  was  any  danger.  "Wal,"  said  the 
old  salt,  puffing  away  at  his  pipe,  "I've  sailed  on  all 
the  oceans;  (puff,  puff)  I've  been  in  'bout  every  kind  o' 
weather  there  is  made,  (puff,  puff)  and  in  'bout  every 
kind  of  a  craft,  (puff)  man  and  boy,  I've  follered  the 
sea  for  nigh  fifty  year,  (puff,  puff)  but  'twould  muckle 
me  dretful  to  go  to  bottom  in  an  old  tub  like  this." 


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Chapter  III. 

WHALE  SCRAPS. 

II  HERE  is  a  tradition  that  one  of  our  forefathers, 
!/  with  the  gift  of  prophecy,  standing  one  day  on 
what  was  later  called  Folly  House  Hill,  said,  pointing 
to  the  great  ocean  to  the  south,  where  a  school  of 
whales  were  disporting:  "There  is  the  green  pasture 
where  your  children's  children  will  go  for  their  bread." 

A  certain  eminent  New  York  barrister  and  jurist, 
who  spent  his  declining  years  on  Nantucket,  took  a 
great  interest  in  the  history  of  the  whaling  days.  It  is 
related  of  him  that  he  once  said  to  an  island  friend  : 
"What  has  often  puzzled  me  is  how  they  managed  to 
carry  fuel  enough  on  those  whale-ships  to  try  out  all 
the  oil!"  It  had  never  occurred  to  him,  strange  to 
say,  that  the  whale  itself  furnished  the  fuel  to  try  out 
its  own  blubber — a  fact  which  has  often  been  cited  as 
an  excellent  example  of  the  secondary  use  of  things. 
As  the  oil  was  extracted,  the  "scraps"  remaining  were 
skimmed  off  and  fed  to  the  fire  under  the  try-pots,  so 
as  long  as  there  was  any  blubber  to  try  out,  there  were 
scraps  to  try  it  out  with. 

It  has  even  been  said  that  these  scraps  were  pala- 
table, if  not  exactly  toothsome.  The  compilers  are  un- 
able to  vouch  for  the  fact,  but  they  offer  a  few  samples 
to  the  reader,   who  can  judge  for  himself. 


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The  expression  "gallied"  is  still  current  to  some 
extent  among  the  older  generation  of  Nantucketers.  It 
was  a  whaling  term,  meaning  primarily,  frightened  and 
excited,  and  withal  uncertain  what  to  do  next.  Its 
nearest  synonym,  perhaps,  is  the  modern  word  "rat- 
tled," though  it  implies  more  of  fear  and  fright  than 
the  latter  term.  If  a  whale  became  "gallied"  before 
being  struck,  it  required  much  more  skill  and  caution 
in  the  attack  than  would  otherwise   be  the  case. 

There  is  a  story  of  Capt.  Stephen  Bailey  (the  same 
who  demanded  more  oysters  in  the  stew)  to  the  effect 
that  he  was  once  called  as  a  witness  in  a  case  in  court, 
where  Rufus  Choate  was  counsel  for  the  opposing  liti- 
gant. During  a  somewhat  severe  cross  examination  by 
the  great  lawyer, the  "Cap'n"  suddenly  remarked  good 
naturedly:  "Do  you  know,  Mr.  Choate,  you  remind  me 
a  good  deal  of  a  gallied  whale."  Somewhat  surprised, 
the  lawyer  asked,  "Why,  how's  that,  Captain?" 
"Well,  when  you  go  down,  there's  no  telling  where 
you're  coming  up  again!"  It  is  said  that,  for  once, 
the  laugh  was  on  Choate. 


Another  common  term  was  "foopaw."  This  is 
said  to  have  been  a  corruption  of  the  French  faux  pas. 
and  is  believed  to  have  been  borrowed  from  the  French 
whalers.  To  "make  a  foopaw"  of  anything  was  to 
make  a  mess  of  it,  to  bungle  it — as  when  a  harpooneer 
missed  his  whale,  or  having  succeeded  in  "getting  an 
iron  in,"  to  have  the  line  foul  or  snarl.  That  was  a 
dangerous  "foopaw"  to   make,  as    unless    the  line  was 


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cut  quickly  before  the  whale  "ran"  or  "sounded,"  it 
might  mean  death  to  one  or  more  men  in  the  boat. 

As  a  case  in  point,  the  following  quaintly  interest- 
ing passage  from  the  log-book  of  Peter  Folger,  under  a 
date  in  the  year  1761,  is  apropos: 

July  ye  29  we  stowed  away  our  whale.  We  saw 
2  sloops  to  the  Easterd,and  we  saw  divers  sparmocities 
and  we  struck  one  and  made  her  spout  Blood.  She 
went  down  and  their  came  a  Snarl  in  the  Toe-line  and 
catched  John  Meyrick  and  over  sot  the  boat  and  we 
never  saw  him  afterwards.      We  saved  the  whale.'" 

Of  course  the  saying  "There  she  blows!"  would 
be  quoted  on  every  possible  occasion  by  a  people  famil- 
iar with  whaling,  but  the  companion  phrases,  "there 
she  breaches!"  (breaks  water)  and  "there  goes  flukes" 
(the  tail)  are  less  well  known  ashore,  the  last  phrase 
meaning  to  show  the  tail. 

When  an  old  whaleman  was  asked  after  his  health, 
his  reply  was,  "Bung-up  and  bilge-free,"  referring  to 
the  way  casks  are  stowed  in  the  hold  of  a  ship;  but  if 
you  happen  to  hear  one  say  that  he  was  "pretty  nigh 
fin  out,"  you  can  know  that  he  has  been  very  sick,  or 
that  he  thought  he  was,  for  that  expresses  the  condi- 
tion of  a  dying  whale  when  he  rolls  over  on  his  side, 
showing  a  fin  above  water.  The  nearest  counterpart  to 
this  expression  we  have  now  is  "about  all  in." 

To  "throw  a  tub  to  a  whale"  is  to  offer  a  sop  to 
keep  any  one  quiet,  said  to  be  a  survival  of  a  very 
ancient  custom  when  approaching  a   sperm    whale    sus- 


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pected  of  being  ugly,  or  perhaps  only  "gallied,"  to 
throw  a  cask  overboard  so  it  would  drift  toward  the 
whale  to  distract  its  attention  while  the  boat  was  ap- 
proaching. 

"Put  that  butter  within  darting  distance,  will 
you?"  was  the  request  of  an  old  whaleman  at  the  table, 
bread  in  one  hand  and  knife  in  the  other,  as  he  scanned 
the  intervening  distance. 

Tradition  has  it  that  no  whaleman  was  expected  to 
ask  the  girl  of  his  choice  for  her  hand  until  he  had 
"killed  his  whale,"  and  if  she  were  of  the  better  class 
of  the  island  maidens,  the  wedding  day  was  not  fixed 
until  he  had  won  a  command.  "She  married  him  be- 
fore he  had  a  ship"  was  a  reproach  which  no  high-born 
damsel  of  spirit  would  venture   to  endure. 


Of  a  particularly  fine  young  woman  it  was  said: 
"she  deserves  an  East  India  cap'n,"  the  popular  im- 
pression being  that  such  worthies  were  likely  to  be 
more  than  ordinarily  prosperous  and  successful. 


Soon  after  the  Revolution  a  Nantucket  whaleship 
visited  London  with  a  cargo  of  oil.  The  feeling 
against  the  Colonies  still  ran  high,  and  Yankees  were 
hardly  persona  grata  in  the  old  country  as  yet.  As 
one  of  the  whaler's  crew,  who  happened  to  be  a  hunch- 
back, passed  up  the  street  from    the    wharf,  a    British 


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tar,  coming  up  behind  him,  gave  him  a  sounding  whack 
on  his  hump  with  the  jeering  remark:  "Oi  s'y.  Jack, 
wot  you  got  there,  now?"  "Bunker  Hill  and  be  d  —  d 
to  you!"   was  the  tart  reply  of  the  Nantucketer. 

Some  Consolation. 

An  oft-quoted  story,  which  has  even  been  put  into 
verse, is  that  of  the  Nantucket  whaling  captain  who  re- 
turned from  a  voyage  of  three  or  four  years  with  a 
"clean  ship."  When  asked  what  luck  he  had  had,  he 
replied  cheerfully,  "Well,  we  didn't  get  a  whale,  but 
we  had  a  d — d  fine  sail !" 


It  is  quite  evident  that  he  was  not  a  Quaker  cap- 
tain, like  so  many  masters  of  Nantucket  whaleships, 
(and  of  whom  more  anon),  but  rather  of  the  type  re- 
ferred to  in  the  following  anecdote. 

A  Reasonable  Request. 

A  mate  reported  to  "the  old  man,"  (as  the  cap- 
tain of  a  whaler  was  always  called,  though  he  might  be 
the  youngest  man  on  the  ship)  that  a  "snorter  and  a 
blower"  had  been  sighted  in  the  distance  and  asked 
permission  to  lower  and  give  chase.  The  weather  being 
rough,  with  a  heavy  sea  running,  the  prudent  captain 
responded,  "A  snorter  and  a  blower  she  may  be,  but  I 
don't  see  fitten  for  you  to  lower  at  present."  The 
whale  remaining  in  sight,  after  a  time  the  mate  again 
begged  for  the  chance  to  try  his  luck.  With  an  eye  on 
the  weather,  the  captain  replied:   "//'she's    a    snorter 


af 


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and  a  blower,  you  may  lower  and  be  d — d  to  you,  sir!" 
The  mate  returning  an  hour  or  two  later,  with  the  cap- 
tured whale  in  tow,  the  captain's  change  of  sentiment 
was  most  apparejit,  when  he  greeted  his  mate  as  "a 
scholard  and  a  gentleman,"  with  ''here's  yer  rum,  and 
here's  yer  see-gars,  for  you've  earned  'em."  But  the 
mate  was  on  his  dignity.  "I  don't  want  yer  rum,"  said 
he,  "no  no  more  your  see-gars.  All  I  want  is  a  little 
cy-vi\ity,  and  that  of  the  commonest  d— d  sort!" 

Hobson's  Choice. 

Illustrating  the  dependence  of  the  island  families 
upon  the  Pacific  ocean  for  a  living,  it  was  told  that  a 
wife  whose  husband's  earnings  from  his  last  voyage 
had  about  disappeared,  feeling  the  pinch  of  poverty,  and 
noting  that  her  rather  lazy  spouse  showed  no  signs  of 
replenishing  the  family  larder,  remarked  one  day,  as 
she  served  the  frugal  dinner:  "Well,  John,  one  or 
t'other  of  us  has  got  to  go  round  Cape  Horn  pretty 
soon,  and  I  ain't  agoin. " 

A  Warm  Reception. 

So  accustomed  to  the  long  absences  from  home  of 
their  husbands  did  some  of  these  wives  become  that  we 
may  almost  believe  the  story  of  the  one  who  is  said  to 
have  looked  out  of  the  window  one  day,  and  seeing  her 
husband  coming  up  the  street  on  his  return  from  a  four- 
years'  voyage  "round  the  Horn,"  hastened  to  meet  him 
at  the  door  with  the  water  pail,  which  she  thrust  into 
his  hand  with  the  remark:  "Hello,  Si.  Here,  go  get  a 
bucket  o'  water.  Dinner'll  be  ready  by  the  time  you 
get  back." 


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Still  harder  to  believe  is  the  alleged  reply  of  the 
captain  who  was  about  to  sail  on  a  comparatively  short 
Atlantic  voyage,  when  reminded  at  the  last  minute  that 
he  had  not  said  good-by  to  his  wife:  "Oh  well,  never 
mind,  I  shan't  be  gone  more'n  a  year  or  so." 

The  Ruling  Passion. 

Seen  (and  heard)  on  one  of  the  Nantucket 
wharves  some  years  ago.  An  old  whaleman  spinning 
yarns  to  a  group  of  summer  girls.  "An*  jest  then,"  the 
narrator  was  saying, "he  up  with  his  flukes  (them's  his 
tail,  ladies)  and  down  he  come  kerswash!  acrost  the 
bow  o'  the  bo't;  an'  up  we  went  int'  the  air  'bout  ten 
fathom,  more  or  less;  an'  the  nex'  thing  I  knowed  I 
was  a  lookin'  down  right  into  his  gre't  gizzard,  big's 
a  barn  door,  with  the  rows  o'  white  teeth  a  shinin',  an' 
me  a  fallin'  right  square  int'  the  openin'— (dramatic 
pause).  Chorus  of  "oh's !"  Then,  from  one  of  the 
maids:  "And  what  did  you  think  of  then.  Captain?" 
"Well,"  (shifting  his  quid  slowly  to  the  other  cheek) 
"I  thought  he'd  make  'bout  a  hundred  barrels." 


JUDITH  fCOFFIN)  FOLGER-AT  94  YEARS. 


Chapter  IV. 

ANECDOTES   OF  THE  QUAKERS. 

NOTWITHSTANDING  the  austerity  of  the  Quakers 
and  their  well-known  dislike  and  disapproval  of 
anything  approaching  levity  in  a  worldly  sense,  they  had 
a  shrewd  wit  of  their  own,  kindly  as  a  rule,  but  not 
without  its  sting  of  irony,  too,  at  times.  Many  good 
stories  are  told  of  them  and  about  them,  from  which 
we  have  culled  a  few  which  seemed  most  worthy  of  a 
place  here.  Including  in  their  numbers  at  one  time 
fully  half  the  population  of  the  island,  and  being,  by 
virtue  of  their  ability,  thrift  and  business  acumen,  the 
ruling  element,  politically  as  well  as  socially,  no  col- 
lection of  characteristic  Nantucket  stories  and  sayings 
would  be  complete  unless  they  were  well  represented 
therein,  and  they  are  entitled  to  at  least  one  whole 
chapter  in  the  "Scrap  Basket." 

As  is  well  known,  the  Friends  never  used  our  pro- 
fane names  for  the  days  of  the  week  and  the  months  of 
the  year,  each  being  known  by  its  number.  Thus  we 
have  the  amusing  incident  of  the  Quaker  schoolmaster 
who  set  the  copy  for  the  writing  class  on  the  black- 
board in  this  wise  : 

Beauty  fadeth  soon. 
Like  a  rose  in  6th  mo. 


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Also  of  the  Quaker  who  referred  to  the  story  of 
"Robinson  Crusoe  and  his  good  man,  Sixth  Day."  It 
has  been  suggested  that  to  carry  this  rule  to  its  logical 
conclusion  we  might  expect  something  like  this: 

Third  month  winds  and  fourth  month  shewers 
Bring  forth  the  fifth  month  flowers. 

Equally  careful  were  all  good  Quakers  to  avoid  using 
the  common  plural  form  of  the  personal  pronoun  in  the 
second  person  singular,  though  strangely  enough,  they 
(at  least  the  Nantucket  Friends)  used  the  objective 
form  ungrammatically  in  the  nominative  case.  Thus, 
it  was  never  "thou  dost  "  or  "thou  knowest,"  but  al- 
ways "thee  does"  or  "thee  knows"  with  them,  and 
they  were  very  strict  about  it.  We  do  not  vouch  for 
the  truth  of  this  story,  but  it  is  said  that  a  woman  of 
the  world's  people  who  bore  the  name  of  Eunice  Ewer 
was  always  referred  to  among  them  as  "Theenice 
Thine."  We  are  inclined  to  suspect  some  local  wag 
among  "the  world's  people"  was  responsible  for  that. 

Cursing  by  Deputy. 

The  captain  of  a  Nantucket  coasting  vessel,  who 
was  a  member  of  the  Society  of  Friends,  in  attempting 
to  dock  his  vessel  at  a  wharf  in  New  York  found  a  No- 
va Scotia  craft  in  his  way.  He  used  all  his  powers  of 
persuasion  on  the  Nova  Scotia  captain  to  get  him  to 
move,  so  that  he  might  take  his  vessel  up  to  her  place, 
but  the  Down  Easter  was  impervious  to  all  entreaty. 
Our  Quaker  captain  had  for  a  mate  a  man  who  was 
somewhat  noted  for  his  fluency  in  the  use  of  swear 
words,  and  when  it  proved  impossible  to  move  the  Nova 


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Scotian  by  kindness,  the  captain,  whose  patience  was 
exhausted,  stepped  to  the  companionway  and  called 
down  the  stairs:  "Friend  Peter,  come  up  here  and  use 
some  of  thy  unadvised  language  on  this  man."  Then, 
handing  the  speaking  trumpet  over  to  the  mate,  he  add- 
ed, "and  don't  spare  thyself,  Peter."  The  mate  re- 
sponded with  alacrity  and  to  such  good  effect  that  a 
clear  berth  was  soon  opened  for  the  Nantucket  coaster. 

Better  or  Worse? 

Another  Quaker,  a  ship-owner,  being  much  dis- 
turbed by  the  profanity  of  one  of  his  workmen,  said  to 
him  one  day:  "Jack,  I  think  if  thee  should  wear  my 
coat  for  a  week,  thee  might  cure  thyself  of  thy  habit  of 
swearing."  Jack  agreed  to  try  it,  and  on  returning- 
the  coat  at  the  end  of  the  week,  the  Quaker  asked: 
"Well,  Friend  Jack,  did  thee  have  any  inclination  to 
swear  while  thee  was  wearing  my  coat?"  "No,"  said 
Jack,  "but  I  did  have  a  terrible  hankerin'  to  lie." 
A  Polite  Rebuke. 

If  the  lie  has  to  be  passed  sometimes,  could  it  be 
done  more  diplomatically  than  in  this  instance?  A  sail- 
or man  who  was  sadly  addicted  to  "drawing  the  long 
bow,"  as  the  habit  of  lying  was  called,  was  thus  re- 
buked by  an  old  Quaker :  "Friend  Charles,  if  thee'd 
ever  been  one-half  as  economical  of  this  world's  goods 
as  thee  is  of  the  truth,  thee'd  be  the  richest  man  in 
Nantucket.  " 

Keep  the  Change. 

An  old  Quaker  ship-master,  beset  by  Malay  pirates 
in  the  East  Indies,  noting  a    brown-skinned    buccaneer 


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climbing  up  the  ship's  side  by  a  rope,  reached  over  side 
and  cut  the  rope,  remarking  quietly:  "Thee  can  have 
the  rope,  friend,  but  thee  can't  come  aboard." 

Disinterested  (?)  Advice. 

One  of  the  Nantucket  coasters,  while  running  the 
blockade  in  Vineyard  sound  during  the  war  of  1812, 
was  in  danger  of  being  overhauled  by  a  boat's  crew 
from  an  enemy  privateer.  The  mate  wanted  to  resist, 
and  asked  permission  to  mount  a  small  swivel  they  had 
aboard, but  the  Quaker  captain  answered:  "Thee  knows 
my  principles  will  not  allow  me  to  take  part  in  any 
fighting."  "But,  Captain,"  begged  the  mate,  "will 
you  go  below  for  a  few  minutes,  and  give  up  the  deck 
to  me?"  Seeing  no  harm,  and  possibly  some  good  in 
this,  the  Captain  agreed  and  disappeared  below.  The 
boat  approached,  the  swivel  was  mounted  and  trained, 
but  just  as  it  was  about  to  be  touched  off,  a  head  ap- 
peared cautiously  above  the  companion-way,  and  a  mild 
voice  said:  "Mate,  if  thee  means  to  do  any  execution 
with  that  swivel,  I'd  advise  thee  to  lower  the  muzzle 
a  little." 

Good  Business. 

When  two  well-remembered  Quaker  worthies  plied 
the  trade  of  tinsmiths,  a  man  took  a  kettle  to  them  to 
be  mended.  Calling  for  it,  he  asked:  "How  much, 
Peleg?"  "Nothing,  friend,"  was  the  reply.  "Well, 
well,  I'll  bring  all  my  work  here."  "That's  what  I 
wish  thee  to  do,  friend,"  answered  Peleg,  quietly. 


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A  Man  of  His  Word. 

One  local  artisan,  in  business  on  Main  street  for 
many  years,  if  asked  when  a  job  would  be  done,  would 
reply--" Well,  thee  may  call  on  Fourth  Day."  If  the 
customer  called  for  the  work  on  that  day,  and  finding  it 
was  not  finished,  upbraided  the  shop-keeper  for  failing 
to  keep  his  promise,  the  latter  would  reply:  "I  did  not 
tell  thee  the  work  would  be  done ;  I  told  thee  thee 
might  call  on  Fourth  Day.  I'm  always  glad  to  see 
thee." 

The  Best  None  Too  Good. 

An  elderly  Friend  once  interviewed  a  local  black- 
smith in  regard  to  the  price  for  making  him  a  carving- 
knife.  "Well,"  was  the  reply,  "I  can  make  you  a 
pretty  good  knife  for  seventy-five  cents;  I  can  make 
you  a  better  one  for  a  dollar,  but  I  can  make  you  one 
that  would  cut  the  devil's  head  off  for  a  dollar  and  a 
quarter."  The  Friend  promptly  replied:  "Thee  may 
make  me  the  dollar  and  a  quarter  one." 

International  Amenities. 

Just  before  the  war  of  1812  a  Nantucket  Quaker 
ship-owner  presented  a  check  of  considerable  size  to 
the  Bank  of  England  for  payment.  The  irritation  and 
contempt  which  anything  American  aroused  in  the  Brit- 
ish capital  at  that  time  was  intense,  but  the  old  Quak- 
er was  told  to  call  later  and  his  check  would  be  hon- 
ored. When  he  did  so,  he  was  shown  two  kegs  of  frac- 
tional currency  and  was  curtly  told  that  there  was  his 
money.  Patience  to  count  it  the  Quaker  did  not  have, 
and  his  native  shrewdness  forbade  his    accepting    it  on 


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trust;  so  taking  a  handful  of  coins  from  each  keg  he 
remarked  calmly :  "Thee  may  deposit  the  remainder 
and  give  me  a  draft  for  it  on  New  York."  After  hours 
of  counting  and  verification  the  task  was  accomplished, 
and  the  old  Friend  went  calmly  on  his  way  rejoicing. 

Qualified  Praise. 

A  worthy  Quaker  housewife  noted,  as  were  they 
all,  for  her  habits  of  cleanliness  and  orderliness,  decid- 
ed after  much  deliberation  and  with  many  misgivings 
to  leave  her  family  in  the  charge  of  her  daughters 
while  she  attended  Quarterly  Meeting  in  Newport. 
Upon  her  return  she  praised  her  daughters  for  their 
housekeeping,  saying:  "Thee  has  done  very  well;  but 
thee  has  put  the  pudding  dish  on  the  wrong  side  of  the 
platter. ' ' 

Ruling  Passion. 

Cousin  Eunice,  one  of  the  Quaker  housewives  who 
had  a  reputation  in  her  day  for  being  what  was  called 
"nasty  neat,"  once  entertained  several  friends  at 
"tea,"  which  meant  supper  in  Nantucket.  Having 
occasion  during  the  meal  to  go  to  the  kitchen  for  some- 
thing, she  was  gone  such  a  long  time  that  the 
guests,  finally  becoming  anxious  and  fearing  that  some- 
thing might  have  happened  to  her,  decided  to  investi- 
gate. They  found  her  with  her  sleeves  rolled  up, 
standing  on  a  chair  cleaning  the  shelves  in  the  "chiny 
closet."  "Well,  there !"  she  said,  when  discovered, 
"I  saw  these  shelves  with  all  the  dishes  off  of  them, 
and  I  just  thought  what  a    fine    chance    'twould    be    to 


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wash  them  off,     and— I'm    awful    sorry— but    1    clean 
forgot  I  had  a  party!" 

A  Friend  in  Need  of  Sympathy. 
A  widower  of  a  half-year's  standing  met  a  neigh- 
borly Quaker  on  a  Nantucket  street.  The  fact  that  the 
widower  was  carrying  a  red  "piny,"  and  was  headed 
straight  for  the  home  of  a  buxom  widow  may  have  fur- 
nished the  text  for  his  neighbor's  remark:  "Friend  Ja- 
bez,  thee  should  marry  again."  To  which  Jabez  re- 
sponded: "Friend  Peleg,  that's  the  first  kind  word 
I've  heard  for  six  months." 

Mutual. 

Any  one  acquainted  with  friends  knows  how  par- 
ticular they  were  about  attending  meeting.  On  one 
very  stormy  Fifth  Day  an  old  lady  went  to  the  meeting 
house  and,  excepting  the  janitor  who  was  in  the  entry, 
found  no  one.  She  took  her  seat,  and  after  a  few  mo- 
ments a  man  entered  and  seated  himself,  as  was  the 
custom,  on  the  men's  side.  They  sat  in  silence  during 
the  hour;  then  he  (a  widower)  arose,  and  after  shaking 
hands  with  her  (a  widow),  remarked:  "I  have  had  a 
very  profitable  season,"  to  which  she  replied  that  she 
had  also. 

Accomplished  Its  Purpose. 
A  Quaker  took  a  young  man  of  the  world's  people 
who  was  visiting  the  island,  to  First  Day  meeting. 
There  chanced  to  be  no  speaking,  as  "the  spirit  did  not 
move"  anyone  to  rise,  so  they  sat  for  an  hour  in  silent 
worship.   On  the  way  home  the  Quaker  asked  the  young 


man  how  he  had  enjoyed  the  service.  "It  beat  the 
devil"  was  the  reply.  "That  is  precisely  the  object," 
rejoined  the  Quaker,  calmly. 

All  is  Vanity. 

A  dear  old  member  of  the  Society  of  Friends,  one 
of  the  occupants  of  the  rising  seats,  went  to  meeting 
on  First  Day  in  that  calmness  and  serenity  of  demeanor 
which  bespoke  inner  tranquility  of  heart  and  mind. 
The  alteration  in  his  bearing  when  he  returned  home 
was  so  striking  that  it  awoke  consternation  in  his  quiet 
household.  He  was  undeniably  cross;  and  no  reason  for 
his  change  of  heart  could  be  surmised,  until  at  last  he 
turned  upon  his  innocent  and  solicitous  wife,  and  blurt- 
ed out:  "What'd  thee  let  me  go  to  meeting  in  my  barn 
hat  for?" 

Too  Expensive. 

One  of  our  well-known  island  Friends,  after  the 
Quakers  had  ceased  to  hold  meetings,  had  long  been  a 
regular  attendant  at  one  of  the  churches  of  the  world's 
people,  but  quite  suddenly  his  attendance  stopped,  and 
a  committee  from  the  church  called  upon  him  to  ask 
why.  "Can't  afford  it,"  he  replied  brusquely.  "Can't 
afford  it?"  said  the  committee.  "Why,  what  do  you 
mean?"  Whereupon  he  answered  somewhat  irreverent- 
ly: "No,  I  can't  afford  it.  I've  lost  umbrellas  and 
pocket  handkerchiefs  enough  going  to  such  places." 

A  True  Reflection. 

A  Nantucket  woman,  brought  up  in  all  the  strict- 
ness of  the  Friends'  meeting,  after    her    marriage    de- 


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parted  so  far  from  Friendly  usage  as  to  admit  into  her 
house  many  articles  which  were  ornamental  enough  to 
win  the  disapproval  of  members  of  her  sect,  who  placed 
the  ban  on  anything  purely  decorative,  though  if  it 
could  be  shown  that  an  article  was  useful,  it  might  be 
permitted.  A  committee  of  friends  waited  upon  her  to 
inquire  into  the  presence  of  the  alleged  unseemly  ob- 
jects in  her  home.  The  lady  was  very  clever, and  found 
a  plausible  excuse  for  the  presence  of  each  article 
which  aroused  suspicion  as  they  went  through  the 
house.  Somewhat  discomfited  by  their  fruitless  search 
for  contraband,  the  committee  finally  arrived  at  the 
front  hall  on  the  way  out;  but  there  they  espied  a  con- 
cave mirror.  "Now  this,"  said  the  spokesman  trium- 
phantly, "what  possible  use  can  thee  have  for  this?" 
"That  mirror?"  asked  the  lady  in  tones  of  surprise. 
"Why,  that  is  the  most  useful  thing  in  the  house.  That 
is  to  show  thee  how  very  small  thee  looks  when  thee 
comes  on  such  an  errand." 

A  Total  Loss. 

That  very  honest  ship  owner  and  financier,  a  mem- 
ber of  the  Society  of  Friends,  Jacob  Barker,  being  anx- 
ious about  a  ship  which  was  long  overdue,  called  at  the 
office  of  one  of  the  large  marine  insurance  companies 
and,  frankly  confessing  his  anxieties  and  doubts  of  the 
ship's  safe  return,  applied  for  a  policy  of  insurance  on 
vessel  and  cargo.  The  premium  proposed  was  a  large 
one,  and  the  agents  were  anxious  to  underwrite  the  risk 
if  they  could  do  it  safely.  They  refused,  however,  to 
give  a  definite  answer  at  once, but  asked  for  a  few  days 


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in  which  to  communicate  with  the  home  office,  appoint- 
ing a  day  later  in  the  week  when  they  would  report. 
In  the  meantime  every  avenue  of  information  was 
worked  for  news  of  the  missing  craft,  while  as  a  safe- 
guard against  any  slip,  the  policy  was  prepared  and  ex- 
ecuted, ready  for  delivery  the  moment  any  definite  as- 
surance of  the  ship's  safety  could  be  obtained. 

On  the  day  agreed  upon  no  news,  favorable  or  oth- 
erwise, had  been  received  by  the  agents;  but  that  morn- 
ing the  honest  old  Quaker  stopped  in  at  the  office  on  his 
way  down-town,  to  say  carelessly:  "0,  by-the  way,  if 
thee  hasn't  made  out  that  policy  thee  needn't,  for  I've 
heard  from  the  vessel."  "Well  now,  Friend  Jacob, 
that's  too  bad,"  exclaimed  the  insurance  man,  "for  the 
company  accepted  the  risk, and  the  policy  is  all  ready," 
and  stepping  behind  the  desk  he  took  out  the  paper  and 
handed  it  to  our  friend.  The  old  Quaker  heaved  a  deep 
sigh — somewhat  noncommittal  in  its  purport — as  he 
counted  out  the  gold  for  the  premium,  and,  tucking  the 
precious  document  safely  away  in  his  inside  coat  pock- 
et, he  remarked,  still  casually:  "Yes,  I've  heard  from 
her.  She  went  to  the  bottom  off  Hatteras  last  month, 
with  all  on   board." 

No  Claimant. 

In  the  busy  whaling  days  of  Nantucket,  when 
heavy  drays  loaded  with  casks  of  oil  made  their  way  to 
the  candlehouse,  "Gran'ther  B.",  a  worthy  Quaker  of 
the  town, had  a  large  business  in  buying  and  selling  oil. 
Several  cargoes  arrived  that  were  not  satisfactory  in 
the  estimate  of  the  old  gentleman.    They  looked  cloudy, 


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and  he  made  frequent  inquiries  as  to  the  best  method  to 
improve  the  color,  but  to  no  avail.  Finally  a  French- 
man came  to  town  who  dealt  in  wines  and,  rumor  had 
it,  knew  how  to  clarify  them.  Now  was  Gran'ther  B's 
time.  Perhaps  the  same  method  might  be  used  with 
his  oil. 

It  was  not  long  before  interested  dealers  became 
curious,  and  one  of  them  approached  Gran'ther's  right- 
hand  man,  Zimri,  who  tended  the  vats.  "What  does 
the  old  gentleman  use,  Zimri,"  asked  the  zealous  friend, 
"to  make  his  oil  so  clear?" 

"I  can't  tell  thee." 

"Can't  tell  me?"  he  repeated.  "And  there  thee 
stands  every  day  watching  the  vats." 

"Yes,  but  thee  sees, when  the  oil  is  poured  in,  the 
old  man  says,  'Zimri,  I  want  thee  to  do  an  errand  for 
me  around  the  corner';  and  there's  always  an  errand," 
sighed  the  fellow. 

"Yes?  Well,  I'll  tell  thee,  I'll  give  thee  five  dol- 
lars if  thee'll  find  out  the  secret  for  me." 

A  few  days  later  Zimri  was  again  interviewed. 
"Well,  how  is  it  now?  Thee  knows  it  means  a  five- 
dollar-bill  for  thee." 

"I  can't  help  it,  "groaned  Zimri,  "it's  always  the 
same  thing,  'an  errand  around  the  corner.'    ' 

"Well,  why  doesn't  thee  go  back  some  time  and 
pretend  thee  has  forgotten  something,"  was  the  next 
suggestion. 

"I  tried  that  once,  but  I  did  not  find  anything — 
just  some  empty  papers,"  answered  Zimri  in  despair. 

One  morning  Gran'ther  B.  seemed    most    reluctant 


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to  come  to  breakfast,  and  when  he  had  disregarded  the 
summons  of  every  member  of  the  family,  his  wife  went 
out  with  determined  air  to  where  he  stood  beside  his 
casks,  and  said:  "Why  is  thee  so  late  to  thy  break- 
fast?" 

Lifting  a  restraining  hand,  he  said:  "Sh,  mother! 
some  one  has  been  prowling  around  theise  casks  in  the 
night  and  been  scared  off,  for  look — "  and  he  held  up 
a  cane,  dripping  with  oil,  which  he  had  taken  from  the 
cask. 

"What's  thee  going  to  do  with  it?"  she  asked. 
"Look  for  its  owner,  won't  thee?" 

After  a  moment's  pause,  the  old  man  said  with  a 
sly  twinkle,  "Not  a  bit  of  it.  I'll  never  hunt  for  the 
owner,  but  I  have  a  plan.  I'll  take  that  cane  with  me  to 
meeting  every  Fifth  day  and  First  day,  where  on  the 
high  seat  it  will  be  seen  by  everybody."  It  is  needless 
to  say  that  the  owner  never  appeared,  and  the  cane  is 
now  in  the  possession  of  Gran'ther  B's  great-grandson. 
(The  wonderful  clarifying  solution  that  was  added  to 
the  oil  proved  nothing  more  elaborate  than  common 
soda.) 

Safety  First. 

When  Signor  Blitz,  the  sleight-of-hand  performer, 
was  in  town,  he  went  into  the  bank,  where  William 
Mitchell,  the  cashier,  spoke  with  him,  and  said:  "I 
would  like  to  see  thee  do  one  of  thy  coin  tricks,  Friend 
Blitz."  The  latter  said  he  would  be  delighted,  and  re- 
questing the  use  of  some  coins,  did  a  few  stunts  before 
the  eyes  of  the  astonished  cashier,  causing  the  silver  to 


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disappear  and  reappear  at  will.      William  looked  on  in- 
terestedly a  few  moments,  and  then    turning    to  an  as- 
sistant, said:     "I  think  thee  had  better  put  the  rest  of 
our  silver  in  the  vault,  and  turn  the  key." 
Calling  Names. 

A  young  girl  of  Quaker  parentage,  playing  with  a 
friend  of  a  worldly  family,  became  incensed  with  her 
companion,  and  expressed  her  indignation  thus  forcibly :. 
"Thee's  a  little  thee,  thou!-' 

In  Coffin's. 

Visitors  to  the  island  applied  for  accommodations 
at  a  boarding  house  kept  by  Quakers,  and  were  met 
with  this  reply :  "Yes,  thee  can  come  to  us,  but  we 
shall  be  compelled  to  sleep  thee  in  Coffin's."  The  vis- 
itors enjoyed  the  situation  when  the    full    meaning  was 


No  Telling  How  Good  May  Come. 

Aunt  Eliza  Nickerson  was  a  driver  of  everything 
with  life,  and  had  in  her  employ  a  girl  named  Harriet. 
She  often  drove  over  to  'Sconset,  taking  Harriet,  who 
sat  "in  the  tail  of  the  wagon,"  and  was  supplied  with 
knitting  needles  and  cotton,  and  was  not  permitted 
to  loiter  any  during  the  journey,  Aunt  Eliza  fre- 
quently prodding  the  girl  with  her  foot,  saying.  "Knit, 
Harriet!  Knit!!  It  is  for  thy  good  I  kick  thee." 

Almost. 

Hon.  Walter  Folger,  the  famous  mathematician, 
whose  astronomical  clock  was  one  of  the  wonders  of  his 
day,  often  became  so   absorbed    in    the  work    in    hand, 


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whatever  it  might  be,  that  he  would  shut  himself  up  in 
his  study  for  days  at  a  time,  and  it  was  hard  for  his 
wife  to  get  him  even  to  come  to  his  meals.  One  of  her 
woman  friends,  to  whom  she  was  once  relating  her  dif- 
ficulties in  this  respect,  remarked  that  it  must  be  very 
trying  to  have  to  live  with  such  a  man.  "Indeed  it 
is,  "replied  Mistress  Folger.  ''Why,  do  you  know, 
Abigail,  sometimes  I  almost  wish  he  didn't  knuw  any 
more  than  thy  husband!" 


Chapter  V. 

SOME  NANTUCKET  TRAITS. 

JHHHEN  all  is  said,  perhaps  the  most  typical  char- 
US  acteristic  of  the  average  Nantucketer  is  a  certain 
complacency,  a  comfortable  self-satisfaction  and  a  gen- 
eral feeling  of  content  at  having  been  born  and  having 
spent  his  life  in  this  most  desirable  place  of  abode.  At 
its  best, this  is  simply  an  intense  loyalty  to  the  place  of 
his  nativity  and  to  all  of  its  traditions.  At  its  worst, 
it  is  a  harmless  pride,  akin  to  that  of  the  average  resi- 
dent of  most  of  our  western  towns,  founded  upon  the 
belief  that  his  particular  section  is  ''God's  own  coun- 
try." Nantucketers  realize,  of  course,  that  everyone 
could  not,  in  the  nature  of  things,  have  been  born  on 
the  island;  so  without  being  vainglorious, they  yet  sym- 
pathize in  a  kindly  way  with  those  less  fortunate  than 
themselves.  This  is  expressed  quite  simply  in  the  re- 
mark of  an  old  man  who  had  never  been  "off -island" 
in  his  life,  when  asked  if  he  did  not  want  to  go  before 
he  died:  "No,  "  he  said  ;  ' '  What  would  I  want  to  go 
off  island  for?      Nantucket's  good  enough  for  me." 

Even  the  children  early  acquire  this  point  of  view, 
as  is  evidenced  by  the  two  stories  from  the  schools,  one 
of  the  boys,  who  located  Alaska  as  in  "the  northwest 
corner  of  off-island,"  and  the    other  who  wrote    of  Na- 


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poleon  :  "He  was  a  great  soldier  and  a  great  statesman, 
but  he  was  an  off-islander." 

During  the  occasional  freeze-ups,  when  Nantucket 
is  isolated  from  the  mainland  for  days  or  even  weeks, 
the  sympathy  expressed  in  many  quarters  for  the  isl- 
anders in  being  cut  off  from  the  rest  of  the  world  is 
more  than  reciprocated.  The  islanders  feel  that  the  rest 
of  the  world  loses  at  least  as  much  as  they  do  by  the 
embargo. 

Only  An  Off-islander. 

It  is  told  that  when  the  late  Oliver  Ames,  one- 
time governor  of  Massachusetts,  whose  wife  was  a  Nan- 
tucket woman,  came  to  the  island  to  be  married,  he 
was  accosted  by  a  native,  who  asked  him,  without 
knowing  who  he  was,  if  he  had  come  down  to  the  wed- 
ding. "Whose  wedding?"  asked  Mr.  Ames.  "Why, 
Anna  Ray's.  She's  a  Coffin,  you  know;  but  he's  noth- 
ing but  an  off-islander." 


On  the  day  of  Charles  Sumner's  funeral,  a  good 
Nantucket  lady,  hearing  the  affair  discussed,  is  said  to 
have  inquired:     "Was  he  of  Nantucket  origin?" 


An  old  lady  on  Tuckernuck,  learning  that  a  party 
of  people  had  arrived  on  the  island  for  a  visit,  asked 
her  informant:  "Are  they  town  folks,  or  furriners  and 
philosophians?" 


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An  Alien. 

Another  lady,  not  to  the  manner  born,  but  whose 
husband  was  a  native,  was  highly  amused  at  a  remark 
which  was  repeated  to  her  to  the  effect  that  "she's  a 
charming  woman,  and  we're  very  fond  of  her,  but  he 
is  one  of  us." 

A  Law  Unto  Itself. 

A  "stranger  lady,"  attending  a  popular  service  at 
one  of  the  local  churches,  was  much  disturbed  when 
they  began  to  place  chairs  in  the  aisles  after  the  pews 
were  all  filled  and  many  people  were  standing.  "Don't 
you  know,"  she  asked  an  old  captain  who  was  lending 
a  hand  with  the  chairs,  "that  this  is  against  the  laws 
of  Massachusetts?"  "Well,  madam,"  was  the  reply, 
"Massachusetts  laws  don't  apply  to  Nantucket." 

Perfectly  Safe. 

A  stranger  once  asked  the  jailer's  wife  if  she  nev- 
er felt  nervous  when  her  husband  didn't  happen  to  be 
round,  and  there  were  prisoners  in  the  lock-up.  "Cer- 
tainly not,"  was  the  indignant  reply,  "I'd  have  you 
understand  they  are  all  our  own  people,  and  perfectly 
respectable !" 

Reassuring. 

All  good  Nantucketers  want  to  sleep  the  last  sleep 
under  their  native  sod.  One  good  lady,  ordered  to  a 
hospital  on  the  mainland  for  treatment,  was  quite  sure 
she  should  die  there.  "And  then  what' 11  be  done  with 
me?"  she  asked  of  a  friend.  "Here'll  be  my  house  all 
shut  up  and  cold  and  dark.      Where' 11  I  go?     Oh,  Jane, 


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dear,  if  I  could  only  be  brought  to  your  house.  Say 
that  I  could,  and  I'll  die  satisfied."  "Why,  of  course 
you  can,"  assented  the  wnrm-hearted  Jane,  "Come  and 
welcome,!" 

We  are  glad  to  be  able  to  record  that  Jane's  hos- 
pitality has  not  yet  been  availed  of. 

Examples  of  this  kind  might  be  multiplied  indefi- 
nitely, but  enough  have  been  given  to  illustrate  the 
point,  and  many  others  will  doubtless  occur  to  the  read- 
er who  knows  his  Nantucket. 

Two  prominent  traits  of  the  typical  Nantucketer 
have  often  been  remarked  upon.  One  is  the  tendency 
to  indulge  in  "platitudinous  ponderosity,"  and  the 
other  is  a  habit  of  "dropping  into  poetry  in  a  friendly 
way."  A  few  notable  examples  of  each  of  these  char- 
acteristics are  given. 

The  disposition  to  clothe  their  thoughts  and  ideas 
in  flowery  language  may  be  due  to  the  Quaker  influence, 
for,  while  the  Friends  stood  for  simplicity  in  many 
things,  the  fear  of  appearing  in  any  way  frivolous  or 
"unseemly"  in  manner  or  deportment  and  the  effort  to 
preserve  their  dignity  on  all  occasions  often  led  them 
to  adapt  a  somewhat  forced  and  stilted  style  of  speech. 

"Cousin"  Elizabeth  Black, 

the  Quaker  school  mistress,  was  wont  to  praise  a  pupil 
who  had  done  well  in  these  words :  "Excellent!  Ex- 
cellent! Thee  deserves  a  reward  of  approbation." 
This  good  lady,  on  being  offered  by  Cousin  Charles  Fol- 
ger,  the  use  of  his  horse  and  cart  to  convey  her  to  his 
house  for    tea,  admonished    him    solemnly    to  "be  sure 


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and  provide  a  skillful  charioteer."  Later  in  life  she 
kept  a  little  notion  shop  in  the  west  part  of  the  town. 
One  day  a  small  boy  opened  the  door  and  called  out: 
"Got  'ny  jewsharps,  Cousin  'Liz'beth?"  "No,  my 
child,"  was  the  reply,  "nor  any  other  instrument  of 
music  used  by  Israelite  or  Gentile,  ancient  or  modern, 
either  for  diversion  or  devotion. " 

Squire  Hussey, 

lawyer,  justice  of  the  peace  and  real  estate  agent  in 
the  1850's,  or  thereabouts,  indulged  his  propensity  for 
high  flown  language  in  his  advertisements  in  the  local 
paper  in  this  wise  : 

For  Sale.  A  dwelling  house  situated  on  the  Cliff. 
This  notable  headland  commands  an  extensive  view  of 
the  Sound,  where  vessels  may  be  seen  daily  passing  to 
and  fio  with  accelerated  velocity. 

For  Sale.  A  dwelling  house  on  York  street.  This 
is  one  of  the  most  popular  localities  of  the  town,  in  the 
midst  of  a  refined  and  enlightened  community.  The 
Colored  Methodist  Society  contemplates  the  erection  of 
a  house  of  worship  immediately  opposite,  which  fact 
will  commend  itself  to  all  religiously-disposed  minds. 

A  Barber's  Ad. 

At  the  sign  of  the  Eastern  Pine, 
Where  the  red  and  white  combine. 

John  Peters,  a  descendant  of  the  famous  English 
Divine,  Hugh  Peters,  informs  all  the  tidy  citizens  of 
Nantucket  that  Apollo  and  the  Graces  came  over  in  the 
last  packet, and  have  taken  up  their  abode  at  the  corner 
of  Pearl  and  Water  streets.  He  officiates  as  High 
Priest  in  their  temple, where  it  is  his  delightful  task  to 


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adorn  the  outward  man,  to  shave  off  excresences  and 
trim  into  proportion  the  shrubbery  which  nature  has 
reared  around  the  head  pieces  of  mankind.  By  a  judi- 
cious application  of  the  scissors  of  discrimination,  the 
soap  of  good  nature,  the  brush  of  reform,  and  the  razor 
of  decision,  he  expects  to  bring  about  results,  which 
like  powers  of  the  Steam  Engine,  are,  as  yet,  only 
dreamed  of.  The  grace  of  the  Athenian  beau,  and  the 
dignity  of  the  Roman  senator,  shall  be  so  intermingled 
in  the  grand  contour  of  all  who  submit  to  his  touch, that 
the  toute  ensemble  cannot  fail  to  kindle  love,  and  com- 
mand respect. — Inquirer,  July  4,  1829. 

Liked  His  Withont  Trimmings. 

The  story  is  told  of  a  good  citizen  who  gave  an  or- 
der to  his  grocer  thus:  "I  crave  a  pound  of  Coffee  in 
the  crude  state." 

Lydia  Green, 

a  worthy  spinster,  having  encountered  a  dead  horse  on  a 
walk  outside  the  town, remarked  casually  to  a  friend  on 
her  return:  "I  should  have  enjoyed  my  accustomed  per- 
ambulation over  the  hills,  were  it  not  for  inhaling  the 
noxious  effluvia  which  emanated  from  the  cadaverous 
carcass  of  a  defunct  quadruped." 


Of  course  Nantucketers  do  not  talk  that  way,  as  a 
rule,  and  the  examples  given  are  extreme  cases,  but 
there  are  so  many  such  stories  told  of  our  people,  and 
so  many  of  the  older  generation,  even  today,  are  noted 
for  employing  rather  stately    diction    and    speech,  that 


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we  feel  justified  in  recognizing  this  as  one  of  their  more 
or  less  characteristic  traits. 

As  for  the  versifying  habit  we  doubt  if  any  com- 
munity of  its  size  anywhere  has  produced  quite  so  many 
"feet"  of  rhyme  per  capita.  Nantucket  has  had  many 
true  poets,  and  some  exquisite  verse  has  been  written 
by  natives  of  the  island.  It  is  not,  however,  with  such 
that  the  Scrap  Basket  would  concern  itself,  but  rather 
with  the  quaint  and  the  humorous,  not  to  say  grotesque 
form  which  the  tendency  may  at  times  have  taken. 

An  early  example  of  this  trait  is  Obed  Macy's 
well  known  proposal  to  Abigail    Pinkham  : 

From  a  long  consideration 
Of  the  good  reputation 
Thou  hast  in  this  nation, 
Gives  me  an  inclination 
To  become  thy  relation 
By  a  legal  capitulation. 
And  if  this  my  declaration, 
May  but  gain  thy  approbation. 
It  will  lay  an  obligation, 
From  generation  to  generation 

On  thy  friend 
Who,  without  thy  consideration, 
May  remain  in  vexation. 

to  which  Abigail  is  said  to  have  replied,  though  the  gen- 
uineness of  the  reply  is  not  vouched   for: 

On  mature  consideration 
Of  this  unique  nariation 
Of  thy  infatuation, 
Without  further  hesitation, 
With  no  coy  dissimulation, 
But  with  maidenly  elation. 
And  perhaps  some  perturbation, 
I  agree  to  annexation, 
And  life-long  assimilation. 

[Note:  — Obed  and  Abigail  were  married  in  1786,  and  had  ten  children,] 


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A  Rhyming  Skipper. 

In  1781  the  sloop  Good  Intent,  owned  by  William 
Roteh  and  others,  and  known  at  Nantucket  as  "Copper 
Bottom"  was  seized  for  some  infraction  of  the  laws  by 
order  of  the  Board  of  War,  then  sitting  in  Boston. 
Ichabod  Plaisted,  the  local  naval  oflicer,  not  knowing 
just  how  to  indite  his  official  report  of  the  seizure, 
sought  the  advice  of  one  Capt.  Dowse,  who,  after  learn- 
ing the  facts,  produced  the  following,  which  was  duly 
sent : 

"Gents:  Your  orders  respecting  the  Sloop  Good 
Intent  I  received  last  night  and  straightway  I  went  On 
board  of  said  vessel,  and  in  the  State's  name.  Made  a 
seizure  thereof;  but  soon  after  came  Some  riotous  per- 
sons, whose  names  I  could  mention,  Lock'd  the  men  I 
had  plac'd  as  guards  in  the  round-house,  And  kept  them 
confin'd  there  as  snug  as  a  dormouse.  They  instantly 
made  what  dispatch  they  were  able,  And  soon  stripped 
the  vessel  of  sails,  rigging  and  cable.  She'd  a  cargo 
on  board  of  codfish  and  inions.  And  a  lot  of  sperm  oil; 
in  good  Whigs'  opinions  Was  destined  direct  to  the  isle 
of  Jamaica,  With  two  sets  of  papers,  lest  a  cruiser 
should  take  her.  In  this  state  she  remains  and  I  await 
further  orders — Which  I  beg  you  to  hasten,  to  stop  new 
disorders.  I  need  add  no  more  lest  time  should  be 
wasted.      But  remain,  with  respect, 

Yours, 

Ichabod  Plaisted. 


Old  time  Nantucketers  often    quote  that  odd    sign 
once  displayed  in  front  of  a  local  store  : 

Nice  white  quart  bowls  of  all  sizes, 
Ninepence  apiece  and  all  prices. 


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Another  advertisement  of  John  Peters,  barber,  in 
the  Nantucket  Inquirer  of  July  3,  1830,  has  been  hand- 
ed down.  This  effusion  consists  of  twelve  verses  of 
four  lines  each,  but  a  few  will  suffice. 

Curling  irons,  best  and  common. 
Suitable  for  man  or  woman. 
Perfumed  soap,  both  red  and  white, 
To  please  the  sense  of  smell  or  sight. 

Razor  straps  and  paste  assorted, 
Yankee  made,  likewise  imported; 
With  one  side  black,  the  other  fair 
They'll  give  an  edge— twill  split  a  hair. 

Then  please  to  call,  pray  don't  pass  by. 
If  I  don't  shave  you  smooth,  I'll  try; 
My  soap  is  soft,  my  razor  keen. 
To  shave  you  well  is  what  I  mean. 

I'll  cut  your  hair  in  any  style — 
To  suit  a  frown,  a  scowl,  a  smile; 
To  please  your  taste  or  Fashion's  rule, 
I'm  an  adept  in  either  school. 

Not  so  bad,  John,  for  1830.  Much  worse  dogger- 
el confronts  us  every  day  in  the  street  cars,  nearly  a 
century  later,  and  much  less  to  the  point  at  that. 


Another  old  one  comes  to  light,  wherein  William 
Harris  advertises,  in  1827,  that  he  has  taken  the  cellar 
under  Major  Bigelow's  house, 

Where  he  has  opened  his  Oyster  Shop 

For  friends  to  sit  at  ease, 
While  he'll  supply  them,  cold  or  hot, 

Or  cooked  just  as  they  please. 

to  which  place  he  invites  a  continuance  of  their  patron- 
age, and 

Where  they  shall  find,  as  usual,  his  utmost  care  is 
That  the  public  shall  be  pleased  by  their  servant, 

—  William  Harris. 


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One  more,  printed  in   1858,  and    decidedly    frank 
to  say  the  least : 

The  schooner  Rosa  is  again  down  South, 

Loading  with  lots  of  trash; 
Bound  for  a  market  somewhere  North, 

To  shave  folks  out  of  their  cash. 

With  Corn,  Flour,  and  other  nice  things, 

Too  numerous  to  mention; 
I'm  bound  to  shave  folks  all  I  can, 

'Tie  my  trade  and  whole  intention. 

The  almighty  Dollars  I  need  so  much, 

Since  the  times  are  tight  and  hard, 
So  if  anything's  wanted  in  my  line, 

Call  on  Capt.  J.  H.  Barnard. 


The  files  of  the  Nantucket  newspapers  contain  hun- 
dreds of  such  advertisements,  and  it  was  evidently  a 
popular  way  of  calling  atention  to  one's  wares  long  be- 
fore the  days  when  the  advertising  "expert"  began  to 
inflict  his  atrocities  upon  us. 


Even  the  editor  often  caught  the  trick,  as  witness 
this  gem  from  the  Inquirer  as  far  back  as  1822,  when 
Mr.  Melcher  copies  from  an  exchange  the  marriage  no- 
tice of  William  Double  to  Ann  Maria  Single,  and  adds: 

A  prudent  maid  to  change  her  fate 

From  solitary  trouble. 
She  wisely  left  the  Single  State, 

And  turned  into  the  Double. 


Some  of  these  wedding  verses  were  so  good  that 
we  are  tempted  to  reprint  several  of  them,  appearing 
in  the  Inquirer  in  the  1820's  and  30's. 


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Christopher  Sutton  to  Miss  Margaret  Hands  : 

Pleasing:  facts  of  love  requited 
Here  indeed  is  Hands  united. 

Robert  Nott  to  Miss  Sophia  Dewdney  : 

Happy  be  fair  Sophy's  lot, 

She  once  was  singrle,  now  she's  nott. 

By  Rev.  G.  Blythe.  William  Merry  to  Miss  Jane 
Stephenson  : 

When  at  the  Altar  hands  are  twined, 

The  hearts  are  joyful— very; 
And  so  was  Jane's  when  Blythely  joined. 

The  parson  made  her  Meriy. 

Samuel  Moody  to  Miss  Asenath  Paine: 

When  Moody  Samuel  went  to  woo 

His  spirits  to  regain, 
He  made  his  fair  one  Moody  too — 

Though  she  lost  all  her  Pain. 

Thomas  Allwood  to  Miss  Sparke  : 

"If  Cupid's  heart  were  anthracite 

It  would  not  catch  like  tinder, 
But  when  its  texture  is  All  wood, 

A  spark  soon  makes  it  cinder." 

Edward  Byrd  (82)  and  Miss  Elizabeth  Cherry  (71)  : 

"Old  Birds  like  Cherries  fully  ripe." 

But  perhaps  the  best  of  all  was  that  of  Editor 
Samuel  H.  Jenks,  of  The  Inquirer,  author  of  most  of 
the  foregoing,  who  appended  to  the  marriage  notice  of 
Miss  Lydia  B.  Long,  when  that  lady  changed  her  name 
to  Bourne,  this  delightful   bit: 

Said  the  bridegroom  in  haste  to  the  bride-elect: 
"Don't,  Lydia,  be  long,  for  the  touch  of  love  burns!" 
But  she,  more  wary  and  circumspeet, 
Said:  "Is  this  the  Bourne  whence  no  traveler  retuens?" 


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The  late  Rev.  Ferdinand  C.  Ewer  is  authority  for 
this  correspondence  between  his  grandfather,  who  was  a 
blacksmith,  and  a  customer  who  wanted  an  adze    made: 


Hazadiah, 
I  desire 
That  thou  an  adze  would  make  me; 
And  when  'tis  done, 
Set  down  the  sum  — 
The  money  I'm  to  stake  thee. 
I  want  an  adze. 

-Bartlett  Coffin. 


The  reply  : 


I  and  my  lads 

Have  made  thy  adze, 
Though  nothing  have  to  boast  on; 

So  take  it  away, 

And  the  money  pay; 
'Tis  cheaper  than  in  Boston. 

A  Shilling. 

—  Hazadiah  Cartwright 


As  Dr.  Ewer,  if  now  living, would  be  about  ninety 
years  of  age,  and  this  happened  to  his  grandfather,  we 
can  get  some  idea  of  how  far  back  this  trait  showed 
itself  among  the  islanders;  but  can  we  imagine  such  a 
correspondence  between  a  local  blacksmith  and  his  cus- 
tomer in  these  days? 


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Here  is  another : 

Stoves  polished  and  Carpets  beat 
By  Edwin  Ellis,  Farmer  street. 

Some  Artisan. 

A  sign    was    at    one    time    conspicuously    posted, 
which  stated : 

Notice.  » 

Carpets  taken  up,  Spots  Removed  and  put  down 
again. 

Tempora  Mutant ur. 

A  trait  often  attributed  to  Nantucketers  is  an  ex- 
treme conservativeness  toward  anything  new.  The 
charge  has  often  been  made,  and  with  some  justifica- 
tion, perhaps,  that  every  public  improvement  proposed 
has  always  been  fought  bitterly  and  that  every  possible 
obstacle  to  its  realization  has  been  placed  in  its  way  by 
a  considerable  section  of  the  community.  We  are  in- 
clined to  doubt  if  this  spirit  is  any  more  in  evidence 
among  our  people  than  elsewhere;  for  it  is  well  known 
that-  this  experience  is  almost  universal  with  promo- 
ters of  new  projects  the  world  over.  The  very  fact 
that  most  of  the  modern  public  services  have  been  suc- 
cessfully inaugurated  here  at  an  earlier  date  than  in 
many  far  larger  communities  would  seem  to  be  a  suffic- 
ient refutation  of  the  charge. 

Certain  it  is,  however,  that  many  of  our  elderly 
people,  who  had  lived  in  the  days  of  the  island's  mari- 
time prosperity,  looked  with  little  favor  upon  the  met- 
amorphosis which  took  place  a  generation    ago    from  a 


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great  whaling  port  to  a  popular  summer  resort,  and 
they  felt  that  little  good  could  come  of  the  change. 
The  summer  people  were  in  many  cases  partly  responsi- 
ble for  this  prejudice,  for  many  of  them  were  inclined 
to  patronize  the  islanders  in  a  way  which  was  offensive 
to  a  proud  people  with  a  history  in  which  all  took  pride. 
Aunt  Eliza  Russell,  who  lived  to  the  age  of  ninety- 
three  years,  seventy-seven  of  which  were  spent  in  the 
old  home  on  Pearl  street,  where  she  went  as  a  bride  at 
the  age  of  sixteen,  was  one  of  the  most-  out-spoken  in 
her  disapproval  of  the  changed  conditions  which  came 
to  pass  in  her  later  years.  On  one  occasion  she  an- 
swered a  ring  at  her  door  bell  to  find  four  ladies  (  ?) 
standing  on  the  door-step,  one  of  whom  addressed  her 
thus:  "We  have  been  told  that  there  are  many  old  and 
curious  things  in  this  house,  and  we  wondered  if  we 
might  see  them."  With  all  the  dignity  of  her  ninety 
years,  Aunt  Eliza  replied:  "I  am  as  old  and  curious  as 
anything  in  it,  and  you  can  see  me."  On  another  oc- 
casion, when  told  of  the  profits  she  might  derive  from 
renting  her  spare  chambers  to  the  summer  boarders,  she 
remarked,  "I  think  my  income  will  keep  me  comforta- 
bly as  long  as  I  am  likely  to  live,  and  I  haven't  the 
slightest  intention  of  allowing  'coofs'  to  get  in  between 
my  sheets  with  their  boots  on!"  That  settled  it,  and 
her  spare  rooms  were  always  at  the  disposal  of  her  chil- 
dren and  her  children's  children. 


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Of  course  there  are  many  other  characteristic  Nan- 
tucket traits  quite  as  well-recognized  as  those  men- 
tioned, but  not  perhaps  so  easily  illustrated  by  anec- 
dotes suitable  for  the  Scrap  Basket.  Of  the  really  dis- 
tinctive qualities  of  Nantucket  people  as  compared  with 
others  elsewhere,  the  compilers  hesitate  to  speak  as 
freely  as  they  might,  for  fear  of  being  themselves  ac- 
cused of  that  particularly  typical  one  first  mentioned 
in  this  chapter. 


Chapter  VI. 

LOCAL  "CHARACTERS.'' 

/fPlF  quaint,  interesting  and  more  or  less  eccen- 
Vll/  trie  characters  Nantucket  has  produced  so  many 
that  a  mere  catalogue  of  the  names  of  these  notables 
would  occupy  many  pages.  Judging  by  the  early  rec- 
ords, nearly  all  of  the  original  settlers  might  be  eligi- 
ble to  the  list,  and  each  generation  since  has  produced 
its  quota  who  have  left  their  mark  in  the  annals  of 
their  times.  To  mention  only  a  few,  with  some  sam- 
ples of  their  idiosyncrasies,  is  all  that    space  permits. 

"Uncle  Pillick"  Folger 

is  one  of  the  earliest.  Of  him,  some  local  wag  wrote 
the  verses  beginning  : 

"Old  Uncle  Pillick  he  built  him  a  boat 
On  the  ba— ack  side  of  Nantucket  P'int; 

He  rolled  up  his  trousers  and  set  her  afloat 
On  the  ba— ack  side  of  Nantucket  P'int. 

His  sea  journal  of  some  voyages  on  the  sloop 
Grampus  in  1751  is  rich  in  philosophy  of  a  quaint  and 
original  order,  and  interlarded  with  Latin  phrases  and 
quotations  from  the  classics,  which  betoken  no  small 
erudition  for  a  sailor  man  of  those  days.  On  May  15, 
1751,  he  writes : 

This  day  we  fell  in  with  the  South  Shoal, and  made 


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our  dear  Nantucket  and  thro'  God's  mercy  got  round 
the  point  in  the  afternoon.  So  we  turned  it  up  to  the 
Bar  by  the  Sun  2  hours  high.  —  Laus Deo. 

On  another  voyage  July  14th,  same  year,  he  says : 

We  have  killed  two  spermacetie's.  Now  for  home, 
Boys.  We  have  seventy  barrels  in  our  Hold — ex  bene- 
ficia  divina. 

The  Newbegins. 

Much  has  been  written  about  this  interesting  and 
unusual  family;  but  perhaps  the  best  story  presented 
concerning  them  was  that  by  Dr.  Lithgow  in  The  In- 
quirer and  Mirror  of  September  2,  1911,  and  from  that 
story  we  make  several  excerpts  which  will  give  the 
general  reader  some  insight  into  their  peculiarities. 
Like  as  in  many  other  examples,  they  have  been  written 
up  in  verse  and  story. 

Reference  to  the  Newbegins  usually  has  to  do  with 
the  three  sistera,  Phoebe,  Mary  and  Anna, who  were  the 
children  of  James  and  Phoebe  Nicholls  Newbegin.  Of 
these  daughters  alone  we  shall  principally  speak.  They 
were  always  more  or  less  eccentric,  and  as  time  went 
on,  their  peculiarities  became  more  accentuated.  They 
are  said  to  have  been  good-looking  and  attractive,  but 
their  isolation  and  mode  of  living  rendered  them  timid 
and  reticent.  They  had  few  social  friendships,  beyond 
those  involved  in  their  regular  attendance  at  Friends' 
Meetings  and  quiet  visits  of  some  of  the  Friends.  Even 
their  education  was  crude  and  elementary,  and  they 
knew  little  of  things  going  on  in  the  outside  world  or 
even  about  them.  They  assisted  in  the  duties  of  the 
house,  gathered  herbs  and  berries,  sewed  and  wove,  and 
looked  after  their  hens,  which  latter  were  to  them  a 
source  of  the  greatest  comfort  and  pleasure. 


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Anna,  the  youngest,  did  all  the  marketing,  and  in 
her  Quaker  bonnet  and  garb,  could  often  be  seen  walk- 
ing to  town  from  their  home  about  a  mile  distant,  with 
unsteady,  zig-zag  gait,  never  passing  a  post  or  stump 
or  tree  without  circumnavigating  it  three  times  in  suc- 
cession;  nor  would  she  step  off  a  curb  without  stepping 
off  of  it  and  going  back  and  stepping  off  again.  Phoebe 
and  Mary  were  taciturn,  apathetic  and  melancholy. 

For  nearly  forty  years  these  simple-minded,  ec- 
centric beings  lived  contentedly  alone.  They  were 
regarded  as  curiosities,  and  town  people  would  bring 
visiting  friends  to  gaze  upon  them  in  sympathy  and 
wonder.  Iheir  home  was  of  interest,  and  in  its  one 
front  room  lived  a  cat,  hens  and  the  three  old  maids. 
Suspended  about  the  walls  were  garments  and  Quaker 
bonnets,  with  iron  and  wooden  utensils,  while  on  the 
mantel-piece  and  other  convenient  points  there  was  a 
heterogeneous  collection,  including  an  old  shoe,  one 
brown  tea  pot  with  broken  spout,  yellow  pitcher  with- 
out handle,  dead  chicken,  untidy  lamps,  well  spattered 
tallow  candle,  and  other  remains  of  worthless  bric-a- 
brac. 

They  lived  to  good  old  ages, and  when  they  became 
unable  to  care  for  themselves,  were  removed  to  the 
Friends'  Boarding  House,  on  Main  street,  three  doors 
west  of  Gardner,  where  they  were  looked  after  by  the 
Society  of  Friends.  Anna  died  August  7,  1853,  at  the 
age  of  eighty-one  years;  Phoebe,  February  23,  1860, 
ninety-four  years;  and  Mary,  August  10,  1863,  ninety- 
three  years.  They  were  buried  in  the  Friends'  Burying 
Ground. 


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Anna  was  the  talker  of  the  family,  and  when  she 
found  nobody  to  talk  to,  would  address  the  hens,  which 
lived  in  the  same  room  with  the  family.  Some  of  these 
bipeds  were  regarded  by  her  as  almost  human  and  in- 
tellectual, and  she  would  talk  to  them  accordingly, 
while  others  which  were  treated  as  pets  would  usually 
roost  up-stairs,  but  were  frequently  seen  nesting  on  one 
of  the  beds,  on  the  mantel-piece,  or  in  Anna's  arms. 
Favorites  were  designated  by  special  names,  as  Martha, 
Hannah,  Abigail.  Hannah  always  gave  notice  of  her 
intention  to  lay  by  a  "cluck-cluck,"  which,  when  Anna 
heard,  she  would  open  a  drawer  in  the  bureau  and  Han- 
nah would  fly  into  it,  and  then  it  was  nearly  closed  un- 
til Hannah  would  announce  the  object  of  her  incarcera- 
tion  acomplished. 

The  simple-mindedness' of  these  people  is  evidenced 
in  the  following  fact,  regarding  their  brother  George, 
who  essayed  to  swim  across  Hummock  pond,  and  when 
two  thirds  the  way  became  fearful  he  could  not  make 
the  shore,  so  turned  and  swam  back  again. 

At  one  time   Uncle    Benjamin    G had    a    fine 

hog  killed  and  decided  to  send  the  hams  to  Mary  L- , 

who  made  a  business  of  smoking  and  curing  them.  He 
told  John,  his  man-of-all-work,  to  "take  the  hams  to 
Mary."  Now  John  was  a  frequent  caller  at  the  New- 
begins,  and  thought  Uncle  Ben  intended  them  as  a  gift 
to  Mary  and  her  sisters,  and  took  them  there.  Later, 
Aunt  Rachel  (Benjamin's  wife)  was  calling  at  the 
Newbegins,  when  Mary  burst  out  with:  "Rachel,  Ben- 
jamin's legs  are  perfectly  beautiful!  perfectly  beauti- 
ful !      We  have    bad    them    fried,  we    have    had    them 


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baked,  and  we  have  had  them  in  all  ways,  and  thee 
may  say  to  Benjamin  that  his  legs  were  beautiful." 
It  was  not  until  the  puzzled  Rachel  returned  home  and 
reported  this  incident,  that  the  fact  was  brought  to 
light  the  hams  had  been  innocently  diverted  from  in- 
tended channels. 

The  following  lines  show  up  quite    clearly  some  of 
the  eccentricities  of  the  sisters  : 

On  this  little  sandy  isle, 

A  mile  or  two  from  town, 
Live  three  aged  sisters 

The  fame  of  whom  resounds. 
One  of  these  sisters  eighty-two, 

Another  most  four-score. 
And  Anna,  youngest  of  the  three. 

Her  years  are  seventy-four. 
In  peace  and  comfort  there  they  live, 

Free  from  the  care  of  wealth, 
Enjoying  more  than  many  hearts 

In  happiness  and  health. 
No  husband  ever  smiled  on  them 

To  cheer  them  on  their  course, 
But  a  life  of  sinerle  blessedness 

Seemed  to  have  been  their  choice. 
They've  never  left  their  native  isle 

The  world  at  large  to  see, 
But  seem  as  well  contented 

In  ignorance  to  be. 
Our  steamboats  they  have  never  seen 

Except  at  a  distance, 
Likewise  our  ships — those  noble  craft- 
Have  never  met  their  vision. 
Full  sixty  years  ago,  they  say, 

They  visited  our  wharves, 
The  price  of  apples  to  obtain, 

Also  of  beef  and  pork. 
They  make  companions  of  their  hens, 

And  nurse  them  with  much  care; 
They  share  with  them  their  humble  home 

And  let  them  roost  up  stairs. 
One  of  them  walks  sometimes  to  town 

In  order  to  procure 


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Whatever  articles  they  may  need 

From  Cousin  Reuben's  store. 
It  would  please  you  very  much 

To  see  her  in  her  walks. 
As  around  a  post  she  three  times  goes 

In  steps  so  quick  and  fast. 
Gay  visitors  they  sometimes  have — 

Also  the  slick  and  prim— 
With  pockets  well-nteh  bursting 

With  cakes  and  other  things. 
Could  you  but  sea  the  joyous  smiles 

Around  Friend  Mary's  mouth, 
And  hear  the  trembling  accents 

As  Phebe  then  breaks  forth, 
"I'm  obliged  to  thee,  friend!"  Phebe  cries. 

And  Anna  looks  her  thanks, 
While  Mary  hastens  with  the  prize 

As  fast  as  she  can  tramp. 
Upon  the  upper  shelf  she  puts 

The  croods  which  they  bestow 
And  then  comes  and  seats  herself, 

The  news  in  town  to  know. 
"Tis  then  the  numerous  questions 

In  quick  succession  come, 
About  the  folks  in  town 

Also  our  friends  at  home. 
And  sometimes  while  you're  sitting 

Conversing  with  these  three 
About  their  hens  and  chickens, 

You  much  amused  would  be— 
Pei-chance  will  greet  your  ears 

A  cackling  loud  and  shrill; 
Sometimes  a  smart  young  chanting 

Will  make  those  wails  resound. 
When  we  speak  of  leaving 

They  press  us  hard  to  stay, 
And  make  us  promise  often 

To  take  a  stroll  that  way. 
";Now,  come  again,  all  on  ye," 

Is  Phebe's  constant  cry 
As  we,  their  mansion  leaving, 

Turn  round  to  say  good-bye. 
Now,  if  there's  anyone  on  this  isle, 

Who  never  has  seen  these  three, 
Delay  no  longer— visit  them— 

Repaid  you'll  surely  be. 


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An  Old-time  Constable. 

Way  back  in  the  days  when  our  grandfathers 
were  small  boys  there  was  a  certain  constable  in  Nan- 
tucket, who  had  charge  of  the  little  lock-up  on  "Hay 
Scale  Lane,  "now  Pine  Street.  Any  boys  caught  out  after 
the  nine  o'clock  curfew  were  impounded  therein,  and 
their  parents  were  notified  to  come  and  take  them  home. 
The  constable  was  somewhat  infirm,  and  unless  the  boys 
were  so  awed  by  the  official  presence  that  they  came  at 
once  on  being  hailed,  he  would  try  diplomacy  on  them 
in  this  wise  : 

"Come  here,  now!  Come  right  here  to  me,  every 
one  o'  ye;  or  I'll  tell  ye  all  something  about  your  grand- 
fathers that  ye  won't  like  to  hear." 

Cousin  Cyrus  Folger 

was  seen  walking  briskly  down  Main  street,  with  both 
hands  extended  before  him,  palms  toward  each  other. 
He  was  approached  by  several  friends  along  the  route 
who  supposed  he  wished  to  shake  hands.  But  he  shook 
his  head  to  each  one,  exclaiming:  "Don't  bother  me! 
I've  got  the  measure  of  a  pane  of  glass." 

Butts  Up. 

Uncle  Jed  R ,  a  well-known  character    in    the 

fifties,  distinguished  himself  by  shingling  his  hog-pen 
with  the  butts  of  the  shingles  pointing  skyward.  This 
innovation  earned  for  him  the  nickname  "Butts  up." 

One  day,  while  passing  Capt.  Joseph  Coffin's  house 
on  Main  street,  he  spied  that  mariner  building  a 
"walk"  on  top  of  his  house.  Wishing  to  be  sociable, 
Uncle  Jed  sang  out,  "What'r'ye    buildin'    up    there?" 


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Remembering  Jed's  shingling  exploit,  the  captain  re- 
plied: "A  hog  pen."  "Humph,"  said  Uncle  Jed, "bet- 
ter stay  in  it  when  ye  git  it  done!" 

Repartee. 

Amos  Wood  and  Peleg  West  were  two  inveterate 
jokers,  and  each  liked  to  get  the  better  of  the  other. 
Amos  was  somewhat  of  a  stutterer,  and  Peleg  had  a 
wooden  leg.  One  day  West  observed  his  rival  coming 
along  the  street,  and  remarked  loud  enough  for  Amos 
to  hear  him  : 

"Here  comes  Amos  Wood 

Who  never  was  known  to  do  any  good." 

To  which  Amos  retorted 

"And  h-h-here  is  P-P-Pelee  West, 
And  his  woo- woo- wooden  part  is 
M-much  the  best." 

The  Devil  on  One  Stick. 

Charlie  Callahan  also  had  a  wooden  leg.  He  kept 
a  liquor  saloon  and  was  called  "the  devil  on  one  stick." 
On  one  occasion  he  was  at  a  house  about  dinner  time 
where  a  blackberry  pudding  was  one  of  the  parts  of  the 
meal.  Callahan  was  not  asked  to  partake,  but  saw 
through  an  open  door  what  was  going  on.  Atter  the 
meal  was  over  Charlie  asked  the  head  of  the  family, 
"What  they  would  take  for  that  blagberry  pudden,  be- 
in's  it  was  second  hand?" 

Joseph  Perry, 

remembered  by  many  who  go  back  even  one  generation, 
was  not  a  Nantucketer  by  birth,  but  a  native-born  Eng- 
lishman.     For  many  years  he  kept  a  hardware  store  on 


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Main  street  where  Folger's  restaurant  is  now  located. 
A  lady  who  still  spoke  the  Friends'  language  had  long 
waited  for  a  special  kind  of  an  old  brass  latch  which 
"Joe"  had  agreed  to  order  for  her  and  to  let  her  know 
when  it  arrived.  Finally,  exasperated  by  the  delay, 
she  went  down  to  the  shop, determined  to  bring  matters 
to  a  head.  Joe  sat,  as  was  his  wont,  tipped  back  in 
his  chair,  with  his  feet  up,  calmly  smoking  his  pipe. 
The  good  lady  opened  up  as  follows : 

"I  suppose  thee  has  done  nothing  about  that  door 
handle  of  mine  yet,  Joseph?  Now  I  have  waited 
about  long  enough,  and  I'd  like  to  know  if  thee  really 
ever  intends  to  get  it  for  me.  Thee  has  treated  me 
shamefully,  and  I  am  tired  of  it.  Why  doesn't  thee 
say  thee  can't  get  it,  and  be  done  with  it?  Now,  for 
the  last  time,  is  thee  going  to  get  me  that  handle?" 

Old  Joseph  sat  calm  and  unruffled  throughout  this 
tirade;  then,  taking  his  pipe  slowly  from  his  mouth, 
but  without  changing  his  position  otherwise,  he  drawled 
out,  as  to  the  world  in  general : 

"Lord!  'Ear  that  woman  jaw!  I  tell  ye  now,  as 
I  told  ye  afore,  it  ain't  a  'andle  at  hall,  it  is  a  latch; 
and  I  got  it  hinside." 

An  Un-named  but  Enterprising  Merchant. 

A  story  is  told  of  a  lazy  Nantucket  shop-keeper 
who  was  not  inclined  to  give  up  his  personal  comfort  or 
ease.  Whenever  he  saw  a  customer  enter  the  front 
door  he  would  call  out  from  his  chair:  "Well,  what 
is  it?  What  is  it?  Because  perhaps  I  haven't  got  it." 
On  one  occasion  a  customer  wished  to  buy    a    pail    and 


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inquired  the  prices  of  the  different  sizes  hanging  in  a 
line  from  the  ceiling.  The  shop-keeper,  without  get- 
ting out  of  his  chair,  designated  each  pail  with  his  foot, 
saying:  "That  is  50  cents;  that  is  62^  cents." 
"Well,"  said  the  customer,  "I  will  take  that  one," 
pointing  to  the  pail  he  wished  to  buy.  The  shop-keep- 
er did  not  stir,  and  a  wave  of  distress  seemed  to  be 
passing  over  him.  Presently,  with  an  air  of  great  per- 
plexity, he  said:  "No,  I  won't  sell  it,  for  I  shall  only 
have  to  buy  another." 

Prof.  Maria  Mitchell, 

the  famous  astronomer  and  one  of  Nantucket's  most 
distinguished  daughters,  could  hardly  be  classed  as  a 
"character"  in  the  sense  that  some  of  these  others  are 
so  named,  but  she  was  a  woman  of  strong  and  original 
personality,  and  many  good  stories  are  told  of  her  by 
her  friends  and  acquaintances.  She  was  once  directed 
by  her  physician  to  use  lager  beer  as  a  tonic  On  her 
way  to  visit  her  sister,  Mrs.  Kendall,  in  Cambridge, 
Mass.,  she  stopped  at  a  saloon  and  purchased  a  bottle 
of  beer,  which  she  later  asked  her  brother-in-law  to 
open  for  her.  "Where  did  thee  get  it,  Maria?"  asked 
her  sister.  "At  the  saloon  on  the  corner,"  relied  Miss 
Mitchell  serenely.  "Why  Maria!  Doesn't  thee  know 
that  respectable  women  don't  go  into  such  places?" 
"Oh,"  said  Miss  Mitchell,  in  the  manner  of  one 
who  has  done  all  that  could  be  required,  "I  told  the 
man  he  ought  to  be  ashamed  of  his  traffic." 


A  gentleman    who.  still    cherished    the    theory  of 


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woman's  incapacity  for  any  attainment  not  purely  do- 
mestic, once  asked  Prof.  Mitchell  if  she  did  not  think 
that  the  delicate  organization  of  woman  unfitted  her  for 
the  irregular  hours  which  the  night  work  in  astronomy 
necessitated.  "Sir,"  Miss  Mitchell  replied, in  her  deep 
masculine  voice,  "my  mother  had  more  night  work  than 
astronomy  will  ever  demand  of  any  woman.  She 
brought  up  eight  children." 


A  certain  visitor  to  the  island  had  a  most  ardent 
desire  to  see  Maria  Mitchell,  and  was  gratified  to  learn 
that  she  would  be  able  to  do  so  at  a  home  wedding 
which  she  was  to  attend  with  her  hostess.  "But  how 
shall  I  know  which  is  she?"  was  the  anxious  query. 
Remembering  that  Miss  Mitchell  was  of  a  pronounced 
brunette  type,  the  hostess  said  hastily:  "She'll  be 
the  darkest  person  in  the  room."  This  simple  method 
of  identification  did  not  take  into  consideration  the  pres- 
ence of  the  family  servant,  a  mulatto  woman.  The  in- 
terested stranger,  upon  joining  the  assemblage,  looked 
quickly  around  and  naturally  settled  upon  the  mulatto 
as  hest  answering  the  description;  so  she  advanced  with 
outstretched  hands  to  exclaim  with  fervor:  "Is  this  our 
Maria?" 

Capt.  William  Baxter, 

who,  for  many  years  before  the  Nantucket  railroad  was 
built,  and  even  for  some  time  thereafter,  drove  the 
'Sconset  stage,  was  an  inveterate  joker  and  wag,  and 
many  are  the  good    stories    told    of    him    by  those  who 


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knew  him.      The  following  is  one  of  his  advertisements 
from  the  files  of  the  Inquirer  and  Mirror: 

Back-stir. 

Ancient  mariner,  by  sea  and  land, has  forsaken  the 
former  and  confines  his  efforts  no  more  to  trackless 
wastes.  His  side-wheel  craft,  Swiftsure,  will  be 
launched  Monday,  May  11,  1891,  for  the  season.  She 
has  been  newly  rigged,  and  is  supplied  with  hard  cush- 
ions for  invalids  and  soft  seats  for  sweethearts.  Deaf 
ear  turned  to  cooing  and  billing,  all  confidences  strictly 
confidential,  and  no  gossip  repeated.  Rates  reduced  to 
all  parts  of  the  island. 

When  Cap'n  Baxter  was  conveying  a  party  of  visi- 
tors across  the  commons  to  'Sconset  on  a  dark  and  fog- 
gy night,  he  would  frequently  stop,  jab  the  handle  of 
his  whip  into  the  road  and  gravely  taste  the  dust  which 
clung  to  it.  When  inquiries  were  made  as  to  the  mean- 
ing of  this  eccentric  performance,  he  responded:  "Why 
bless  you, I  know  this  old  island  blindfolded  the  darkest 
night  that  ever  was.  I  just  take  a  sounding,  and  I  can 
tell  to  a  foot  where  we  are  by  the  taste  of  the  bottom." 

One  of  Cap'n  Baxter's  duties  was  the  transporta- 
tion of  the  mail  to  Siasconset, where  the  villagers  could 
obtain  their  letters  and  papers  by  calling  at  his  house. 
A  complaint  having  been  made  that  the  sign  "Post  Of- 
fice" had  been  placed  by  Cap'n  Baxter,  without  author- 
ity, over  the  door  of  his  house,  an  official  of  the  postal 
service  visited  the  island  to  verify  the  charge.  In  the 
natural  course  of  events  he  became  a  passenger  (and 
the  only  one)  in  the  Cap'n's  good  side-wheeler,  bound 
for  'Sconset,  and,  quite  as  naturally,  he  had  unbosomed 
himself  to  the  Cap'n  before    the  town  was    hull   down. 


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The  Cap'n  shook  his  head  doubtfully.  "I  live  right 
there  in  the  village,"  he  said,  "and  I  would  be  sure  to 
know  it  if  there  was  such  a  sign  there,  but  I  never  saw 
it.  However,  the  best  way  will  be  for  you  to  see  for 
yourself."  So  he  drove  to  Polpis  and  allowed  the  of- 
ficial to  inspect  personally  every  farmhouse  in  the 
place.  "You  see,"  said  the  Cap'n,  "there's  no  such 
sign  here."  And  the  inspector,  satisfied  that  the  com- 
plaint was  without  foundation,  was  driven  back  to  town 
and  took  the  next  boat  for  the  continent. 

"How  blue  the  water  is!"  murmured  one  fair  pas- 
senger making  her  first  trip  to  'Sconset  on  the  Swift- 
sure.  "Why,  there,"  said  the  Cap'n,  "this  must  be 
the  day."  Somewhat  puzzled,  the  passenger  inquired, 
"yes?  what  day?"  "Why,  we  like  to  make  things 
look  nice  for  you  strangers,  so  about  once  in  so  often 
we  tip  a  couple  of  hogsheads  of  blueing  overboard,  so 
as  to  make  the  water  a  pretty  color,  and  they  must  have 
just  done  it  today." 

Two  young  men,  "coofs,"  who  had  heard  of  Cap- 
tain Baxter's  quips  and  jests,  were  most  desirous  of 
enjoying  his  fun  at  first  hand,  and  for  this  purpose  they 
drove  out  to  'Sconset.  It  chanced  that  the  first  one 
they  met  on  entering  the  village  was  the  Cap'n  him- 
self, and  to  him  they  expressed  their  wishes.  "You 
have  come  at  just  the  right  time,"  said  the  Cap'n 
pleasantly.  "Cap'n  Baxter  is  to  lecture  this  evening 
at  the  school-house,  and  you'll  have  a  chance  to  hear 
him  there.  But  I  advise  you  to  be  on  hand  early  so  as 
to  get  good  seats."     As  soon  as  the  evening  shades  be- 


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gan  to  gather, the  young  men, with  happy  anticipations, 
betook  themselves  to  the  school  house  and  sat  down  on 
the  steps  to  await  the  opening  of  the  door.  And  ther^ 
they  sat,  and  sat,  and  continued  to  sit  while  darkness 
settled  around  them  and  the  village  quieted  down  for 
the  night.  At  last,  becoming  fearful  that  something 
was  wrong,  they  returned  to  the  village,  where  again 
they  told  their  tale  to  the  first  man  they  met.  The 
man  laughed.  "I  guess  you've  seen  Cap'n  Baxter," 
he  said. 

When  Cap'n  Bill  lay  on  what  was  apparently  his 
death  bed,  his  old  friend,  Joseph  Clapp,  an  equally  in- 
corrigible joker, went  to  see  him  and  condole  with  him. 
The  old  man  was  pretty  far  gone  and  very  weak,  but 
that  did  not  prevent  Capt.  Joe  from  having  his  little 
joke.  On  leaving,  his  parting  words  were:  "Well. 
William,  I  wouldn't  hurry  about  leaving  this  sinful 
world.  Thee'd  better  stay  here  as  long  as  thee  can, for 
thee's  not  likely  to  go  to  any  better  place."  Cap'n 
Bill  took  the  hint,  and  his  convalescence  was  rapid  from 
that  hour. 

"Joe"  Clapp. 

Meeting  Matthew  Barney,  Treasurer  of  the  Sav- 
ings Bank,  one  day,  Joseph  Clapp  stopped  him.  "Friend 
Matthew,"  he  said,  solemnly,  "Thee  knows  that  Paul 
said,  'would  thou  wert  as  I  am,  excepting  these 
bonds.'  Well,  I've  come  to  the  conclusion  that  they 
were  City  of  Jerusalem  bonds,  and  that  they  were  at  a 
discount.  " 


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Mrs.  McCleave  and  Her  Museum. 

One  of  the  most  interesting  characters  of  the  last 
generation  was  Mrs.  Eliza  A.  McCleave,  better  known 
as  '*  'Lizy  Ann,"  who  had  a  small  museum  of  antiques 
and  curiosities  at  her  house  on  upper  Main  street — a 
Mecca  for  visitors  for  many  summers.  The  collection 
was  an  interesting  one, but  the  accompanying  "lecture" 
delivered  by  the  hostess  herself,  was  much  more  so.  It 
was  largely  in  rhyme,  and  was  delivered  with  an  unc- 
tion which  was  irresisitible.  Could  it  have  been  pre- 
served in  a  talking  machine  record,  it  would  have 
proved  one  of  the  best  sellers  in  the  list.  We  can  give 
but  a  little  of  it. 

"This  old  shell  comb,  though  not  as  old  as  Noah. 
Yet,  when  fifteen,  my  sister  Phebe  wore 
She  worked  very  hard  to  gratify  her  passion, 
And  when  the  cost  was  earned,  'twas  out  of  fashion. 


"This  glass  tankard,  though  not  a  hundred  years, 
Grandmother's  gift,  as  the  case  appears. 
The  pound  of  putty  daubed  throughout  is  meant 
To  serve  for  use  as  well  as  ornament. 


"These  are  ashes,  supposed  to  be, 
Which  fell  on  various  ship6  at  sea. 

"These  musk-ox  bones,  just  seven  feet  ten  from  end  to  end 

they  measure; 
Look  up  and  view  them  at  your  pleasure." 


"The  man  who  carved  the  carved  ivory  carved  this. 


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And  again, 

"This,  ladies  and  gentlemen,  is  a  horsefoot  or  king  crab— botanical 
name,  Polypemus;  twenty-four  thousand  eyes  on  either  side,  but  even- 
tually nothing-  but  a  crab." 

Lizy  Ann  knew  every  Nantucketer,  of  course,  and 
when  one  of  them  accompanied  her  off  island  visitors, 
her  personal  observations  were  apt  to  be  amusing  and 
sometimes  rather  embarrassing.  On  one  occasion  a  fair 
daughter  of  the  island  brought  a  young  man  from  Bos- 
ton. In  the  midst  of  the  lecture,  Lizy  Ann  suddenly 
inquired:  "Is  this  young  fellow  a  beau  of  yours,  Car- 
oline?" "Oh,  no,  no;"  replied  the  lady.  "Is  he  go- 
ing to  be?"  was  the  next  question. 

Once,  when  exhibiting  two  small  figurettes,  she  is 
said  to  have  remarked:  "Now  friends,  take  notice  of 
these ;  one  is  Caesar,  the  other  Brutus.  I  am  not  sure 
which  is  which.  (Turning  to  her  assistant  and  under- 
study) Mary  Lizzie,  which  one  of  them  two  was  it  got 
slewed?" 

One  of  her  best  pieces— her  chef  d'oeuvre,  perhaps 
—was  "The  Cedar  Vase,"  a  long  "poem,"  describing 
this  article  wrought  by  Reuben  Folger  at  his  shop  on 
Orange  street.  After  reciting  this  effusion  she  often 
innocently  added  this  interesting  reminiscence:  "Many 
people  have  admired  this  poem.  My  cousin  admired  it 
very  much.  One  evening  he  was  here  and  I  repeated 
it  to  him.  He  went  home  soon  afterward,  and  was 
found  dead  in  his  bed  next  morning." 

Elisha  Pope  Fearing  Gardner, 

poet  and  peanut  vendor,  who    died    January    28,  1913, 
maintained  for  many  years  at  his  little  home  on  Chicken 


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Hill,  which  he  called  "Poet's    Corner,"  a  sort    of  ma- 
rine and  whaling  exhibit  of  much    interest    to  the  sum- 
mer visitors.      Some  of  the  relics  were  well  worth   see- 
ing, but  the  various  original  signs  posted  conspicuously 
all  over  the    place  were,    next  of    course    to    the    poet 
himself,  the  chief  attraction.      Some  of  them  were  very 
funny.        Mr.  Gardner  had  been  a  soldier    as    well  as  a 
sailor,  had  served  as  a  Union  spy  during  the  Civil  war, 
and  had  had  an  adventurous  career  altogether.     Though 
of  a  somewhat  unique  and  eccentric    personality,  which 
he  capitalized  at  its  full  value  in  his    declining    years, 
he  was  a  man    of    some  ability  and    much  originality. 
His    "boneless    peanuts"  became    famous    the  country 
over,  through  the  many    write-ups    he    and    his    place 
were  given  by  visiting  journalists.      The  place,    but  not 
the  "poet,"  may  still  be  seen.      Below    appear    copies 
of  several  of  the  numerous    inscriptions    that    adorned 
the  fences  about  Elisha's  homestead: 

The  years  they  come,  the  years  they  go, 
And  Poet's  Corner  still  is  here, 
For  I  am  alive,  don't  you  know 
To  welcome  all  with  a  good  cheer. 

The  sun  may  rise,  the  sun  may  set. 
But  folks  will  come  here  just  the  same; 
And  if  some  peanuts  you  wish  to  get 
This  is  the  place,  you  know  the  name. 

When  I  was  young  and  in  my  prime 
Full  of  fun  I  always  was, 
I  always  had  a  good  time— 
My  only  reason  was,  because. 

The  fleas  are  thick  here,  you'll  find, 

And  they  follow  where'er  you  go; 

But  they  are  gentle,  they  are  kind. 

Never  mind  the  weather  when  the  wind  don't  blow, 


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These  signs  are  new  every  year, 
I  do  not  print  them  over  twice, 
Apple  sass  and  root  beer 
Are  both  I  think  very  nice. 

I  was  thinking  the  other  day 

Of  the  folks  that  here  do  call, 

And  wondered  where  they  stowed  away 

When  night  began  to  fall. 

Carted  Everything. 

The  late  William  H.  Bowen  ("Billy")  was  some- 
thing of  a  wag.  One  day, while  carting  off  rubbish  for 
a  'Sconset  family,  some  young  girls  thought  to  have  a 
little  fun  at  his  expense.  One  of  them  said:  "Oh,  Mr. 
Bowen,  I  didn't  know  you  carted  away  trash."  "Yes, 
yes,"  was  the  prompt  response,  "Get  in." 


THE  TOWN  CRIERS. 

For  many,  many  years,  until  quite  recent  times, 
Nantucket  maintained  one  or  more,  sometimes  several, 
town  criers,  and  much  of  the  local  advertising  was  done 
by  that  method  Evidently  all  the  criers  were  more 
or  less  of  characters,  and  many  good  stories  concerning 
them  have  been  preserved. 

This  quaint  couplet  has  come  down  to  us  from  very 
ancient  times,  indicating,  it  may  be,  that  the  duties  of 
night  watchman  and  town  crier  were  combined: 

"Twelve  o'clock  and  all's  well. 
Jabez  Arey  has  beam  to  sell." 

Stephen  Macy. 

One  of  the  ancient  criers  was  Stephen  Macy,  who 
seems  to  have  been  a  man  of  resource.  After  making 
due  announcement  through    every  street  and  lane  of  the 


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town  for  a  local  merchant  one  morning,  he  presented 
himself  before  his  employer  for  the  accustomed  fee. 
But  it  was  not  forthcoming,  and  even  after  some  dis- 
cussion of  the  point  the  merchant  did  not  seem  inclined 
to  pay  for  the  service.  So  in  the  afternoon  Stephen 
went  out  again  and,  revisiting  every  street  and  lane  of 
his  former  route,  he  "uncried"  his  morning  announce- 
ment. 

On  another  occasion,  when  the  sailing  packet  for 
the  mainland,  owing  to  the  exigencies  of  wind  and  tide, 
made  her  departure  at  the  unaccustomed  hour  of  three 
o'clock  in  the  morning,  Stephen  shortly  thereafter  re- 
paired to  the  local  tavern,  roused  the  proprietor,  and 
asked  him  if  any  of  his  boarders  wanted  to  leave  by  the 
packet  that  day.  "Why,  yes,"  replied  the  landlord, 
"there  are  several  who  are  anxious  to  get  away." 
"Well,"  said  Stephen,  "tell  'em  they  can't,  cause  the 
packet's  gone. " 

Charles  H.  Chase. 

There  is  a  many-times -told  story  of  Charles  H. 
Chase,  one  of  the  criers  during  the  60's  and  70's  of  the 
last  century,  to  the  effect  that  on  one  occasion,  after 
ringing  his  bell  lustily  and  making  his  announcement,  a 
rather  fresh  young  summer  girl  called  out  to  him  from 
a  boarding  house  veranda:  " Where 'd  you  get  your  bell, 
Mister?"  Quick  as  a  flash  came  back  the  reply: 
"Same  place  you  got  your  manners,  young  woman — 
from  the  brass  foundry!"  , 


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William  B.  Ray 

succeeded  Mr.  Chase.  His  custom  was  to  ring  his  bell 
loudly,  and  then  in  a  very  clear  and  intelligent  but 
rather  gentle  conversational  tone,  to  recite  his  announce- 
ment for  the  benefit  of  the  immediate  bystanders. 
Cap'n  William  C.  Dunham,  happening  to  pass  one  day 
as  William  B.  was  "crying"  an  auction,  seized  the 
bell,  and  exclaimed  contemptuously :  "That  ain't  no 
way  to  cry.  Now  lemme  show  you."  Then,  in  the 
stentorian  tones  often  heard  later  in  the  Hall  of  Repre- 
sentatives at  Boston,  he  bawled  out  the  announcement 
with  all  the  vigor  of  his  great  lung  power.  Mr.  Ray 
endured  it  in  scornful  silence,  and  at  the  close  of  the 
object  lesson  remarked  with  calm  dignity:  "I  could  do 
it  that  way  if  I  wished,  but  I  don't  care  to." 

On  another  occasion  the  ringing  of  this  crier's  bell 
excited  a  dog  to  a  frenzy  of  barking.  The  crier  waited 
with  poised  bell,  until  the  clamor  ceased,  then  "Time 
ain't  nothin', "  he  remarked  philosophically,  and  pro- 
ceeded with  his  announcement. 

Billy  Clark. 

The  most  famous,  because  the  best  advertised  by 
the  write-up  men,  of  all  Nantucket's  town  criers,  was 
the  late  William  D.  Clark.  William  was  a  "queer  ge- 
nius," and  columns  have  been  written  about  his  eccen- 
tricities. 

"Billie,"  as  he  was  always  called,  combined  in  one 
incumbent  the  manifold  duties  of  a  score  of  offices.  He 
was  news  vendor,  errand  boy,  window  washer,  bill  pos- 
ter, distributor  of  almanacs,  hand-bills  and  general  ad- 


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vertising  matter,  including  free  samples,  all-round 
chore  man  and  general  factotum.  In  his  day  and  time 
he  was  just  about  the  busiest  business  man  in  town. 
"Crying"  was  only  incidental,  and  he  could  make  half 
a  dozen  different  announcements  in  one  round  of  the 
town. 

As  the  steamboat  ran  up  to  the  wharf,  and  even 
before  the  hawsers  were  out,  his  bundles  of  daily  pa- 
pers were  thrown  to  him.  Ripping  off  the  wrappers  as 
he  started  up  town,  he  glanced  over  the  headlines,  ab- 
sorbing enough  of  the  day's  sensations  to  transform 
himself  into  a  walking  bulletin  board.  By  the  time  he 
had  reached  the  head  of  the  wharf,  with  a  toot  of  his 
horn  to  attract  attention,  he  exploded  into  a  monologue, 
of  which  a  fair  sample,  from  memory,  would  be  some- 
thing like  this : 

''Now  comes  the  news  to-night!  Now  comes  the 
news  to-night!  Awful  fire  in  Chicago!  City  all  burnt 
up. — Hundreds  of  folks  drowned!  That's  down  in 
Kentucky,  the  river — the  river  Ohio  overflowin' — an' 
they  can't  stop  it! — 'Nother  severe  murder  in  New 
York!  Man  killed  his  wife,  then  killed  himself — both 
of  'em  dead!  Meat  auction  on  the  lower  square  to- 
morrow morning  at  10  a.  m.,  at  10  a.  m.,  to-morrow 
morning,  beef,  pork,  mutton  and  lamb.  And  don't 
forget,  ladies  and  gentlemen,  don't  forget  there's  a 
big  surf  on  at  'Sconset!  Take  the  Nantucket  railroad 
and  go  out  and  see  it!  Round  trip,  50  cents.  And 
there's  consid'able  goin'  on!  Grand  Concert  and  En- 
tertainment in  the  Atheneum  Hall  to-night,  to-night  at 
8  o'clock,   p.  m.   Tickets,  25  cts.,  children,  half  price. 


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And  remember,  remember  the  grand  ball,  grand  ball  at 
Smith's  Hall  Saturday  night,  Number  Fours,  Number 
Fours  grand  ball!  And  that  ain't  all,  no;  that  ain't 
all!  Don't  forget  my  birthday — November  17th,  that's 
the  date,  ladies  and  gentlemen,  November  17th.  Toot! 
Toot!  !     To-o-o-o-t!  !  ! 

It  is  useless  to  attempt  any  imitation    of    the    ec- 
centricities of  elocution  or  articulation  which  character- 
ized Billie's  delivery  of  one  of  these    tirades.      It    has 
often  been  tried,  but  it  simply  can't  be  done   in    print. 
Those  who  have  heard  him   can    reproduce    it.      Others 
must  trust  to  the  imagination  or  get  some  old-timer  to 
impersonate  the  immortal  William  for  their  edification. 
For  many  years  Clark  rendered  a  valuable    service 
to  the  townspeople,  which  was    entirely    voluntary    on 
his  part,  by  announcing  the  approach  of  the  steamboat. 
Day  after  day  he  climbed  the  many  steps  to  the  lookout 
in  the  old  south  tower,     swept    the    northwest    horizon 
with  a  powerful  spy-glass,  and  as  soon    as    he    sighted 
the  boat,    he  pushed    his    horn    through    slides    in    the 
windows    provided    for    the    purpose    on    each    of    the 
four  sides,  and  gave  several  loud    and    prolonged    toots 
on  his  horn,  which  could  be  heard  in  every  part  of    the 
town.      Moreover,  at  daylight  on  every    morning    after 
a  severe  storm  he  was  at  his  post  in  the  tower    search- 
ing the  rips  and  shoals  about  the  island  with  his    glass 
for  signs  of  wrecks  or  vessels  in  distress;  and  there    is 
no  doubt  many  a  poor  sailor  owes  his  life  to  the    relief 
expeditions  which  often  resulted    from    Billie's    vigils 
and  the  quick  alarm   given    on    such    occasions.      With 


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all  his  peculiarities  (and  he  had  many)  William  D. 
Clark  was  a  valuable  citizen,  and  his  place  has  never 
been  and  never  can  be  filled. 

"Al"  Hull. 

The  very  last  of  Nantucket's  criers,  Alvin  Hull, 
who  died  a  few  years  ago,  was  a  born  humorist.  His 
wit  was  spontaneous,  and  he  had  the  gift  of  self-adver- 
tisement to  a  remarkable  degree.  Having,  on  one  oc- 
casion completed  the  rounds  of  the  town,  and  called  for 
his  pay,  he  greeted  his  employer  thus: 

"How'd  you  like  the  cry  1  gave  you?  Well,  I 
tell  you,  I  meant  to  give  you  a  good  one.  I  went  out 
in  the  afternoon  and  I  sez — Now  if  that  ain't  enough, 
I'll  cry  again  after  supper,  when  the  folks  are  all  out 
on  the  piazzas  and  down  to  the  wharf.  And  there  was 
something  about  the  air  last  night  that  was  jest  right 
for  crying.  I  sez  to  my  wife  when  I  stepped  out  o'- 
doors,  'It  seems  'sif  I  jest  wanted  to  cry.'  And  then 
the  hour,  7.45 — I  don't  know  what  there  is  about  it, 
but  seems  'sif  I  could  jest  warble  forth  7.45." 


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SOME  LOCAL   SIMILES. 

The  speech  of  the  older  generation  of  Nantucketers 
is  full  of  quaint  similes,  most  of  which  refer  to  some 
old  story.  In  some  cases  the  story  has  been  forgotten, 
while  the  expression  still  remains.  We  have  succeeded 
in  collecting  a  number  of  these  odd  sayings-  with  the 
accompanying  stories : 

As  Mad  as  Tucker. 

Tucker  was  one  of  those  gentle  souls  whose  heart 
was  bigger  than  his  brains.  His  only  relation  and  care- 
taker was  a  grandmother  to  whom  he  was  as  deeply 
attached  as  his  feeble  mental  capacity  would  permit. 
When  this  poor  innocent  was  seen  on  the  street  one  day, 
crying  bitterly,  the  compassionate  neighbors  hastened 
to  inquire  the  cause.  "I'm  so  mad,"  he  sobbed.  "'I'm 
so  mad.  Granny's  dead  and  I'm  so  mad  I  don't  know 
what  to  do.  "  The  poor  fellow  could  not  even  distin- 
guish between  his  emotions,  and  although  not  wholly 
unsympathetic,  the  Nantucketers  could  not  refrain  from 
their  inalienable  right  to  seize  upon  a  joke  by  using 
the  simile,  "As  mad  as  Tucker  when  his  granny  died." 

"As  Weak  as  Annie  Burrill's  Tea." 

Annie  Burrill  was  so  flustered  when  she  enter- 
tained the  minister  that  she  forgot  to  put  any  tea  in 
the  tea-pot,  serving  him  with  a  nice  cup  of  freshly- 
boiled  water.  When  asked  if  his  tea  was  satisfactory, 
his  reply  was:  "It  has  no  bad  taste,  madam."  Thus 
the  expression  became  a  simile  for  weakness  in  her  day. 


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"As  Bad  as  Old  Skitzy." 

Skitzy  remarked  one  day,  "Now,  wife,  that  cheeae 
is  all  gone,  and  I've  had  none  of  it."  "Well,  why 
didn't  you  eat  some?"  she  asked.  "Why,  I  don't  like 
cheese,"  answered  Skitzy. 

"As  Handy  as  Caleb's  Cheese." 

It  is  said  that  Caleb  Macy  was  (unlike  Skitzy)  so 
fond  of  cheese  that  he  kept  one  hanging  by  a  string  in 
his  sitting-room,  "so's  to  have  it  handy;"  hence  the 
expression. 

A  Poor  Gamaliel. 

Gamaliel,  a  poor  good-for-nothing,  coming  home 
one  night,  said  to  his  long-suffering  wife:  "Well,  I've 
sold  my  horse."  "Have  you?  What  did  you  get  for 
it?"  "Why — a  cart!"  Hence,  the  expression,  "a 
poor  Gamaliel"  has  a  deep  significance  to  the  Nan- 
tucketer. 

"You  Haven't  Got  Dinah  Paddock  to  Deal  With." 

Dinah  Paddock  was  a  weak-minded  woman  whom 
the  boys  delighted  to  tease,  when  playing  around  her 
door.  After  she  moved  away,  they  began  playing  the 
same  tricks  on  her  successor,  but  she  soon  scattered 
them,  saying:  "I'll  let  you  know  you  haven't  got  Di- 
nah Paddock  to  deal  with."  This  became  a  simile  for 
efficiency  for  that  day  and  generation. 

"Keeping  Still  Like  Uncle  Jimmy." 

In  the  old  days,  when  families  laid  in  the  win- 
ter's supply  of  beef  and  pork  in  barrels,  Uncle  Jimmy 
missed,  little  by  little,  the  pork  from  the  barrel   which 


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stood  in  the  yard.      He  suspected  a    certain    man,     but 
said  nothing. 

Fourteen  years  went  by,  and  one  day,  in  talking 
of  losses,  the  man  whom  he  had  suspected,  said:  "Un- 
cle Jimmy,  you  never  found  out  who  took  that  pork, 
did  you?"  "No,"  said  Uncle  Jimmy,  "not  till  this 
dayl"  Out  of  this  incident  grew  the  well-known  ex- 
pression,   "keeping  still  like  Uncle  Jimmy." 

"No  More  Use  for  Them  Than  Meader  Had  for  His  Teeth" 

A  man  named  Meader,  living  during  the  war  of 
1812,  applied  to  his  neighbor  for  the  loan  of  a  ham- 
mer. Being  asked  why  he  wished  it,  he  replied:  "To 
knock  out  my  teeth.  I  have  no  need  of  them,  for  I 
can  get  nothing  to  eat."  Hence  the  saying  among  old 
Nantucketers,  -I  have  no  more  use  for  it  than  Nick 
Meader  had  for  his  teeth." 

A  Shrinking  Bride-elect. 

Someone  once  asked  Uncle  Amaziah  how  soon  his 
daughter  Susan  who  had  been  betrothed  for  some  time, 
was  to  be  married.  "Oh,  pretty  soon  now,"  was  the 
reply.  "She's  only  waiting  for  her  gums  to  shrink." 
The  seeker  for  information  was  somewhat  puzzled  for  a 
time  until  further  inquiry  revealed  the  fact  that  Susan 
had  recently  had  her  whole  "upper  set"  extracted,  pre- 
paratory to  having  some  new  store  teeth,  so  that  she 
might  make  a  good  appearance  as  a  bride.  So  when 
an  engagement  is  unduly  prolonged,  those  in  the  know 
are  apt  to  say,  "  She  must  be  like  Susan,  waiting  for 
her  gums  to  shrink." 


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Liked  His  Own  Way  Best. 

Bill  Munn  was  a  menial  in  the  employ  of  a  light- 
house keeper  many  years  ago.  He  was  one  day  writing 
to  friends,  and  finally,  after  a  few  moments  of  deep 
thought,  asked  a  member  of  the  household  how  he 
spelled  sugar.  He  was  told;  and  then  responded:  "I 
have  writ  it  'shugar, '  and  I  like  my  own  way  best." 
Hence  the  old-time  Nantucketer,  may,  in  his  response 
to  a  query  as  to  why  he  did  not  do  a  piece  of  work 
differently,  be  likely  to  reply:  "I'm  like  Bill  Munn 
— J  like  my  own  way  best.  " 


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Chapter  VII. 

BURYING  GROUND  AFTERMATH. 

||  HE  half  dozen  or  more  burying  grounds  of  the  isl« 
■^  and  furnish  much  of  interest  and  humor  in  their 
often  strange  epitaphs.  It  would  be  wholly  without 
the  bounds  of  possibility  to  endeavor  to  give  anything 
like  a  general  presentation  of  all  that  have  been  col- 
lected, but  the  choice  ones  that  have  come  to  notice  will 
perhaps  entertain  and  not  prove  boresome.  And,  too, 
it  is  possible  to  append  a  few  ludicrous  episodes  and 
conditions  connected  with  funerals,  etc. 

Cautionary  Signals. 

"Stop,  kind  reader,  and  shed  a  tear 
O'erthedust  that  slumbers  here: 
And  when  you  read  the  fate  of  me 
Think  on  the  glass  that  runs  for  thee." 

"Stop,  my  friend,  as  you  pass  by; 
As  you  am  now  so  once  was  I. 
As  I  am  now,  so  must  you  be; 
Prepare   for  death  and  follow  me. 
Follow  me  and  be  you  wise, 
And  up  to  Heaven  you  will  arise." 

Playing  the  Hose. 

An  old  Nantucket  scrap-book  credits  the  following 
epitaph  to  "a.  Hosier  stone": 

"He  left  his  hose  his  Hannah  and  his  love 

To  go  and  sing  Hosannah  in  the  realms  above." 


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At  Anchor. 

The  following  epitaph  was  alleged  by  the  Boston 
Sentinel  to  have  been  inscribed  on  a  tombstone  in  Nan- 
tucket. It  was  not  to  be  found  in  any  burial  ground 
on  the  island  in  1835,  and  beyond  question  deserves  a 
niche  in  the  same  Temple  of  Fame  where  the  story  of 
"Nantucket's  First  Tea"  is  so  carefully  and  elaborate- 
ly embalmed : 


"Free  from  the  storms  and  gusts  of  human  life. 

Free  from  the  squalls  of  passion  and  of  strife. 

Here  lies  Reuben  Chase  anchored,  who  stood  the  sea 

Of  ebbing  life  and  flowing  misery; 

He  luffed  and  bore  away  to  please  mankind, 

Yet  duty  urged  him  still  to  head  the  wind; 

Rheumatic  gusts  at  length  his  mast  destroyed, 

But  jury  health  awhile  he  still  enjoyed. 

'Tho  not  dandy  rigged,  his  prudent  eye  foresaw. 

He  took  a  reef  at  fortune's  quickest  flaw. 

Worn  out  with  age  and  shattered  head. 

At  last  he  struck  and  grounded  on  his  bed. 

There  in  distress  careening  thus  he  lay, 

His  final  bilge  expecting  every  day; 

Heaven  took  his'ballast  from  his  dreary  hold, 

And  left  his  body  destitute  of  soul." 


Cheerful  Amid  the  Surroundings. 

In  one  of  the  cemeteries  is  a  tombstone  bearing 
the  following  line  in  tribute  to  the  memory  of  the  de- 
parted : 

"She  was  so  pleasant." 

"Here  and  There"  in  Verse. 

The  following  is  an  epitaph  to  be  found  in  the  Old 
South  burying  ground,  and  gives  poetical   expression  to 


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a  supposedly  family  difference    of    opinion    as  to  where 
the  body  should  be  laid : 

"However  dear,  she's  not  laid  here; 
Some  private  grief  was  her  disease. 
Laid  to  the  North,*  her  friends  to  please." 

*North  burying  ground.  Newtown. 

Don' t  Crowd  the  Mourners. 

When  you  read  what  is  here 

Think  on  the  mourners  and  drop  a  tear. 

Newtown  Burying  Ground,  1815. 
One  Smile. 

My  life  in  infant's  days  was  spent 
While  to  my  parents  i  was  lent 

One  smiling  look  to  them  i  gave 
Then  descended  to  the  grave. 

Old  North,  1802. 


A  Good  Asset. 

He  has  left  an  affectionate  widow  to  lament  the  loss. 

Old  North,  1803. 
Watch  Your  Step. 

Learn  then  ye  living,  by  these  mouths  be  taught 

Of  all  these  sepulchres,  instruction  true, 
That  soon  or  late,  death  is  your  lot 

And  the  next  opening  grave  may 
yawn  for  you.  -„..« 

Old  North,  1812. 
Recorded. 

Seven  years  ago  thy  birth  was  given. 

Old  North,  1836. 


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Next! 

Stop  gentle  reader  and  think  awhile 
On  them  that  lies  beneath  this  soil 

Perhaps  it  may  be  your  next  lot 
To  be  intomb'd  on  the  next  spot. 


Newtown,  1828, 


No  Escape. 

Death  is  a  debt  to  Nature  due 
Which  I  have  paid,  and  so  must  you. 


Old  North,  1828. 


Philosophical. 

When  soul  and  body  did  unite 
In  me  my  parents  took  delight 
The  scene's  changed;  the  separation  made 
And  I  am  numbered  with  the  dead. 
Both  old  and  young  may  plainly  see 
That  youth  was  no  defence  for  me. 
Death's  summons  we  must  all  obey 
And  mingle  with  our  mother  clay. 


Old  North,  1802. 


Waiting  the  Trump. 

Reader!  Farewell  until  the 
Red  morning  of  the  resurection 
Sparkles  over  yonder  hills. 


Old  North,  1837. 


Bah! 

She  tasted  of  life's  bitter  cup 
Refused  to  drink  the  potion  up, 

But  turned  her  little  head  aside 
Disgusted  with  the  taste,  and  died. 


Newtown,  1886. 


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Full  to  the  Brim. 

Beneath  this  stone  doth  lie 
As  much  virtue  as  can  die 

Which  when  alive  did  vigour  give 
To  as  much  beauty  as  could  live. 


Old  North,  1820, 


Vanity  and  Smoke. 


This  mortal  life  decays  apace 

How  soon  the  bubble's  broke 
Adam  and  all  his  numerous  race 

Are  vanity  and  smoke. 

Old  North,  1806. 

Weather  Had  Changed. 

Cousin  Lydia  Monroe  had  been  a  boarder  with  un- 
cle John  Sherman's  family  prior  to  her  decease.  Some 
time  after  her  burial,  two  well-born  ladies  met  Uncle 
John  on  the  street  one  evening,  and  thought  to  have  a 
bit  of  fun  at  his  expense.  One  of  them  started  the 
ball  with:  "Good  evening,  Uncle  John,"  to  which  the 
old  gentleman  politely  responded,  Then  the  second  lady 
asked:  "Have  you  heard  from  Cousin  Liddy,  Uncle 
John?"  "Oh,  yes,"  came  the  reply,  "We  heerd  yis- 
terday,  and  she's  sent  for  her  summer  clothes." 

« Two  in  a  Hill." 

It  was  during  an  epidemic  of  canker  rash  in  the 
town,  and  there  were  numerous  deaths,  which  gave  Un- 
cle Cyrus  Hussey  rather  more  digging  than  he  could 
manage,  so  he  dug  the  next  grave  and  each  subsequent 
one  a  trifle  wider,  and  buried  two  bodies  in  each  exca- 
vation.     But  someone  got  on  to  the  fact    and    reported 


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to  the  person  in  authority,  and  it  being  against  the  be- 
lief of  Quakers,  the  practice  was  soon  stopped.  But 
ever  after  that  Uncle  Cyrus  was  referred  to  as  "Two  in 
a  Hill." 

Buried  in  Two  Sections. 

At  the  time  Uncle  Cromwell  Coffin  died  at  his 
home  at  the  North  Shore,  on  the  present  site  of  Sea 
Cliff  Inn,  Uncle  "Liphey"  Paddock  was  sexton.  It 
was  the  custom  in  those  days,  after  the  service,  for  the 
corpse  to  be  placed  in  the  hearse  before  any  person  left 
the  house,  and  the  driver  then  moved  away  to  make 
room  for  the  carriages  for  the  family  and  other  mourn- 
ers. Uncle  Liphey  was  a  bit  "hard  of  hearing,"  but 
understood  his  job  generally.  The  coffin  was  placed  in 
the  hearse,  and  Uncle  Liphey  drove  off,  halting  at  a 
respectable  distance.  Somebody  then  told  him  to  move 
on,  with  the  purpose  of  making  room  for  more  carriages 
at  the  door.  He  thought  it  was  the  signal  to  pro- 
ceed and  started  off,  the  immediately-following  vehi- 
cles moving  with  him;  and  this  first  section  proceeded 
down  the  hill,  through  Centre  street,  beyond  the  curve, 
before  the  second  section  got  under  way.  When  the  "first 
carriage"  of  this  second  section  reached  Lily  street,  the 
driver  thought  the  others  had  passed  that  way,  and 
drove  in,  the  others  following.  Meanwhile  Uncle  Li- 
phey's  section  had  reached  Main  street,  and  started 
westward  for  the  burying  ground.  About  this  time 
Samuel  Remsen,  a  "carman,"  drove  up  and  essayed  to 
get  ahead  of  the  funeral  cortege.  Uncle  Liphey,  who 
was  a  "rough  stick,"  thought    this    was    a    challenge, 


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and  exclaiming:  "Not  by  a  d— d  sight,  Sam  Remsen ! 
You  can't  beat  me!"  whipped  up  his  horse,  and  went 
prancing  up  Main  street  at  a  lively  gait, the  others  hur- 
rying to  keep  pace.  Uncle  Cromwell's  remains  were 
duly  placed  in  the  grave,  and  as  the  "first  section" 
drove  out  to  the  street,  the  "second  section"  was  just 
coming  up.      It  was  Uncle  Liphey's  last  day  as  sexton. 


Chapter  VIII. 

MISCELLANEOUS  SCRAPS. 

Any  Way  to  Get  There. 

SURING  the  ''gold  rush"  for  California  in  '49, 
hundreds  of  Nantucket  men  and  many  from  off-isl- 
and took  ship  direct  from  here  to  San  Francisco.  The 
following  bona  fide  conversation  was  reported  at  the 
time : 

Stranger — How  much  do  you  ask,  Mr. ,  for  a 

cabin  passage  to  California? 

Ship-owner — One  hundred  dollars  cash  down  in  ad- 
vance.     But  i  can't  take  you — all  full   in  the  cabin. 

Stranger — Well,  suppose  I  go  in  the  hold,  how 
much  do  you  ask  then? 

Ship-owner — Eighty  dollars;  but  I  can't  take  you. 
Hold   is  full. 

Stranger — But  can't  I  go  in  the  fore  peak?  What 
is  the  price  of  a  passage  there? 

Ship-owner — Eighty  dollars,  but  I  can't  take  you. 
Full,  fore  and  aft. 

Stranger — Well,  can't  I  go  aloft  somewhere?  and 
suppose  I  do,  what  will  you  charge? 

Ship-owner— We  charge  eighty  dollars  to    go  any- 


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where;  but  can't  carry  you  aloft.        Got  to  carry  provi- 
sions there. 

Stranger— It  is  a  hard    case,  isn't    it?     But    as  I 
want  to  go  tolerably  bad,  what  will  you    charge  to  tow 

me? 

The    ship-owner    retreated    suddenly,     and    didn't 
make  his  appearance  again  until  the  vessel  sailed. 

Specie  Payments. 

In  the  first  quarter  of  the  nineteenth  century  it 
was  no  unusual  event  for  Boston  banks  to  take  the  bills 
of  country  banks  to  the  bank  of  issue  and  demand 
specie.  One  day,  without  warning,  the  Boston  agent 
arrived  in  Nantucket  with  $50,000  in  Nantucket  bank 
bills  and  demanded  specie.  The  bank  officers  tendered 
him  $70,000  in  Boston  notes  and  demanded  the  specie 
balance.  The  agent  declined  the  tender,  so  while  the 
tellers  were  counting  out  the  specie  the  Nantucket  bank 
officials  sent  an  agent  to  Boston  with  the  Boston  bank 
notes  and  held  back  every  vessel  from  sailing  until  he 
returned.  And  the  Boston  agent  was  compelled  to  wait 
until  he  saw  the  Nantucket  bank  gain  $20,000  in  specie 
by  his  attempted  sharp  practice. 

Poor  but  Proud. 

The  fame  of  Nantucket's  sweet-toned  Portuguese 
bell,  which  hangs  in  the  <<  South  tower,"  having 
reached  as  far  as  Boston  at  a  time  when  a  certain  very 
prosperous  religious  society  of  the  Hub  was  building  a 
new  church,  it  is  related  that  the  building  committee  of 
the  Boston  society  wrote  to  the  Nantucket  society  which 


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owns  the  bell,  stating  that  they  had  a  fine  new  church 
and  asking  if  the  Nantucket  society  cared  to  sell  its 
bell.  The  Nantucket  society  replied  promptly,  stating 
that  they  had  a  fine  old  bell,  and  asking  if  the  Boston 
society  wanted  to  sell  its  church. 

A  Genealogist. 

The  following  incident  illustrates  well  the  famili- 
arity of  Nantucketers  with  matters  pertaining  to  gene- 
alogy. A  former  librarian  of  the  Atheneum  went  home 
one  evening,  deep  in  thought,  and  said  to  her  sister  : 
"Ann  W.  Starbuck  has  been  taking  out  books  as  a 
member  of  the  family  of  George  P.  Starbuck,  but  I 
cannot  seem  to  recall  the  connection."  Without  a  mo- 
ment's hesitation  her  sister  answered  :  "Ann  W.  Star- 
buck's  mother's  father's  first  wife's  husband  was  a 
brother  of  George  P.  Starbuck 's  mother." 

Retribution. 

A  good  Quaker  lady  who  was  keen  on  genealogy, 
exasperated  at  being  unable  to  rouse  any  enthusiasm  for 
the  subject  in  the  mind  of  her  younger  sister, exclaimed 
one  day:  "Well,  I  wish  thee  might  be  left  a  legacy 
sometime,  and  be  unable  to  get  it  because  thee  could 
not  prove  thy  relationship". 

True  Economy. 

Two  men  met  on  the  street  one  day,  and  in  the 
course  of  conversation  the  one  said  to  the  other :  ' '  How 
do  you  manage  to  feed  your  large  family  with  your 
small  income?"   "Well,"  he  responded,  "I'll  tell  you. 


A  NANTUCKET  GENTLEMAN  OF  THE  OLD  SCHOOL. 


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I  find  out  what  they  don't  like  and  give  'em  plenty    of 
it." 

(Note — The  above  story  was  related  by  Rev.  Rob- 
ert Collyer  in  the  course  of  a  lecture  in  a  city  far  from 
Nantucket  some  years  ago.  A  lady  in  the  audience  rose 
and  confirmed  the  truth  of  the  story,  stating  that  she 
was  one  of  the  large  family  referred  to.) 

An  Impatient  Swain. 

A  dweller  on  the  Hinsdale  road  wooed  and  won  a 
fair  maiden  living  on  a  farm  in  Polpis.  It  was  ar- 
ranged that  the  marriage  should  take  place  in  town. 
On  the  nuptial  morning  the  bridegroom  hitched  up  and 
started  for  town.  Meeting  a  homeward-bound  Polpis 
rig  on  the  road,  he  called  out:  "Say,  if  you  see  Sarah 
Abbie  anywhere  along  the  road,  tell  her  to  hurry  up." 

The  Law  and  the  Profits. 

A  certain  old  mason  of  Nantucket,  being  asked  to 
figure  on  a  new  chimney  for  a  wealthy  "squire"  who 
had  the  reputation  of  being  rather  "near,"  named  a 
price  which  was  as  low  as  he  felt  he  could  do  an  honest 
job  for.  Still  the  customer  was  not  satisfied  and  in- 
sisted on  beating  him  down.  He  needed  the  work  and 
was  willing  to  sacrifice  any  possible  profit  if  he  could 
get  "a  decent  day's  pay"  out  of  it,  so  after  consider- 
able haggling,  he  took  the  contract  at  a  figure  which 
was  far  too  low  even  for  that.  He  built  a  first-class 
chimney,  but  it  would  not  draw,  and  when  the  first  fire 
was  started  the  squire's  house  was  filled  with  smoke. 
In  a  rage,  he  sought  the  mason  and  made  his  complaint. 
"Well,"  said  the  artisan,  "of  course    you    must    have 


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known  I  couldn't  guarantee  the  job  at  that  price." 
"But  what  will  it  cost  to  make  it  right?"  queried  the 
now  penitent  customer,  visions  of  a  complete  rebuild- 
ing of  the  structure  at  more  than  the  original  cost,  flit- 
ting through  his  mind.  After  some  further  bargaining 
the  mason  agreed  to  correct  any  fault  in  the  chimney 
and  guarantee  the  job  for  an  additional  twenty  dollars, 
which  was  about  the  amount  of  profit  he  had  figured  in 
his  original  estimate.  The  following  day,  when  the 
customer  was  down  town, the  mason  climbed  to  the  roof 
of  the  house,  tied  a  brick  to  the  end  of  a  piece  of  twine 
and  dropped  it  down  the  chimney  from  the  top.  A  few 
well-directed  strokes  with  the  brick  smashed  the  light 
of  glass  he  had  carefully  set  in  the  flue,  and  the  chim- 
ney "drew"  perfectly  forever  after. 

"A  Window  in  Thrums. " 

A  dear  old  lady  whose  chief  occupation  and  pleas- 
ure were  "watching  the  pass  go  by,"  was  heard  to  re- 
mark: "By  the  looks  of  that  package  1  think  Zimri 
Coffin  has  bought  a  piece  of  cheese." 

Durance  Vile. 

Some  one  asked  the  Nantucket  jailer  how  he  made 
sure  that  all  his  prisoners  were  in  when  he  locked  up  at 
night.  "Oh,"  he  said,  easily,  "I  just  call  in  at  the 
door,  'Boys,  are  you  there?'  and  they  answer,  'Yes, 
we're  here.'  " 

Cast  Off  the  Painter. 

A  certain  local  painter,  who  was  rather  "poor 
pay"  had  long  owed  The  Inquirer  a  bill  for  advertising. 


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On  being  dunned  rather  hard  by  Mr.  Jenks,  the  editor, 
he  finally  said,  "If  I  don't  pny  you  that  money  by  next 
Thursday,  it'll  be  because  I'm  dead."  Friday's  issue 
of  The  Inquirer  contained  an  obituary  notice  of  the 
painter,  written  in  Jenks'  best  style. 

It  Pays  to  Advertise. 

The  Inquirer  of  April  25,  1829,  published  the  fol- 
lowing : 

Special  Notice. 
The  person  who    STOLE    the     subscriber's    Wheel 
Barrow  is  requested  to  call  and    take    the    side    boards 
which  belong  to  it. 

E.  W.  Tallant. 

In  much  more  recent  times  a  local  tailor  advertises  : 
"If  the  person  who  borrowed  my  snips  will  return 
them,  I  can  lend  them  to  someone  else." 

A  Few  Who'd  "Come  Over  the  Bar  Without  Camels.' ' 

That  not  all  Nantucketers  are  brilliant  will  be 
seen  by  the  following  collection  of  anecdotes. 

It  was  a  Nantucket  man  who,  in  order  to  estimate 
the  requisite  amount  of  wall  paper  bordering  needed  for 
a  room,  borrowed  a  step  ladder  from  his  neighbor,  so  as 
to  measure  for  it. 

A  good  Nantucket  woman  whose  place  was  in    the  • 
home  said  that  on  short  dnys  she  always  put  the    pota- 
toes on  earlier. 

And  it  must  have  been  the  same  resourceful  house- 
keeper who  said  that,  when  she  wanted  an  extra  good 
cake,  she  just  doubled  all  the  ingredients. 


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At  a  time  when  a  well  was  being  dug  in  a  Nan- 
tucket backyard  and  had  reached  a  goodly  depth,  the 
lady  of  the  house  went  out  there  with  a  hand  mirror,  to 
try  to  see  the  bottom  by  reflecting  the  light  into  the 
depths.  This  so  alarmed  the  unsuspecting  digger  that 
he  called  out  in  terrified  tones:  "H'ist  me  up,  Eph- 
raim,  h'ist  me  up,  for  I  see  the  light  of  another 
world." 

Uncle  Jed  Russell,  when  he  received  a  check  for 
the  first  time  (amount  $30),  was  told  to  take  it  to  the 
bank  and  get  the  cash.  He  went  in,  and  slapping  the 
paper  on  the  counter  with  his  big  hand,  blurted  out: 
''Now,  William  Mitchell,  I  guess  I've  got  you  stuck. 
Look  at  that!  Too  much  for  your  old  bank,  eh?  Wall, 
if  yer  can't  give  me  the  whole  at  one  time,  give  me 
what  yer  can !" 

Charles  died  rather  suddenly,  and  a  friend  said  to 
the  widow  sympathetically,  '"Well, Eliza, Charles  went 
off  rather  unexpectedly,  didn't  he?"  "Ye-e-s,  he  went 
off  like  a  Gun!" 

One  mother  kept  her  daughter  in  because  she  did 
not  "like  she  to  mix  with  those  other  girls." 

A  good  woman  one  day  told  with  pride  she  had  had 
her  last  fall's  bonnet  "re-mo-delled." 

A  local  church  deacon  one  day  made  this  announce- 
ment: "Arter  this  arternoon  this  arternoon's  service 
will  be  drapped." 

A  good  man  said  his  wife  was  just  "gittin'  bet- 
ter from  'penumia'  ". 

Another  citizen  referred  to  the  new  "tarpeter" 
boats  the  government  was  constructing. 


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Wet  Line. 

In  Mr.  Joseph  E.  C.  Farnham's  book,  "Memories 
of  my  Boyhood  Days  in  Nantucket,"  he  speaks  of 
the  little  store  kept  by  the  respected,  innocent  and  in- 
offensive Quaker,  Edward  Mitchell,  whither  boys  and 
girls  would  go  for  school  supplies  Naughty  boys 
would  sometimes  go  in  in  pairs,  and  while  one  would 
engage  the  attention  of  the  unsuspecting  Edward,  the 
other  seizing  the  end  of  the  suspended  ball  of  string 
would  start  out  of  the  doorway,  with  the  line  a-run- 
ning,  calling  out  ''wet  line,  Edward,  wet  line!"  Not 
being  mentally  quick  enough  to  seize  the  scissors  and 
cut  the  string,  he  would  stand  gaping  at  it  as  it  un- 
wound, until  the  whole  ball  had  extended  itself  up  Main 
street  or  through  Fair  street  opposite  his  store. 

The  Finishing  Touch. 

We  may  perhaps  admire  the  intensity  of  purpose 
and  singleness  of  soul  of  that  Nantucket  woman  who, 
having  lost  her  case  in  court,  visited  the  opposing  law- 
yer and  called  him  every  opprobrious  epithet  which  3he 
could  think  of.  But  after  she  got  home  she  thought  of 
one  more;  so  she  donned  her  bonnet  and  shawl,  returned 
to  his  office  and  called  him  that. 

En  Passant. 

A  knowledge  of  the  island  geography  is  necessary 
to  the  proper  appreciation  of  this  one. 

Long  ago,  on  the  occasion  of  one  of  the  famous 
old-fashioned  tea-parties,  given  by  the  keeper's  wife 
at  Great  Point,  a  wagon-load  of  the  guests  from    town 


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stopped  at  Aunt  Love's  in  Folpis  to  take  her  with  them. 
But  they  found  the  dear  old  lady  much  perturbed  by 
some  occurrence  and  in  no  mood  for  festivities.  She 
refused  emphatically  to  attend  the  party,  and  her 
friends  were  obliged  to  go  on  without  her.  They  had 
not  been  long  in  their  hostess'  sitting  room  at  Great 
Point,  however,  when  Aunt  Love  walked  in  upon  them, 
remarking  coolly  that  she  "was  just  going  by  and 
thought  she  might  as  well  stop." 

She  Knew  Him. 

A  certain  Nantucket  Micawber,  whose  promise  to 
pay  was  as  good  for  a  dollar  as  it  was  for  a  thousand 
(and  no  better)  came  home  one  day  and  announced  to 
his  wife  that  he  had  bought  a  horse.  "What  did  you 
give  for  it?"  asked  the  wife.  "Oh,  I  gave  my  note," 
he  answered,  blandly.  "Cheap  enough,"  quoth  the 
wife,  "Why  didn't  you  get  a  span?" 

Her  Mistake. 

The  story  is  told  of  a  good  woman  who  rushed  from 
her  home  one  day  and  held  up  the  sexton  driving  along 
with  the  hearse.  She  realized  her  mistake,  and  apolo- 
gizing, said  she  thought  it  was  the  "bake-cart"  (mean- 
ing baker's  wagon.) 

Didn't  Like  Her  "Unworried"  Attitude. 

A  'Sconseter  of  a  former  generation  had  been  "to 
town"  (meaning  Nantucket),  where  he  had  met  con- 
vivial companions.  He  finally  reached  his  own  door- 
yard,  only  to  find  his  better  half  away.  His  horse 
finally  put  up,  he  started  to  find  the  good    wife,    whom 


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he  discovered  at  a  neighbor's,  having  a  social  sitting. 
By  this  time  he  had  become  a  bit  testy,  and  blurted 
out:  "Oh  here  you  are,  settin'  as  unworried  as  if  the 
Devil  had  you,  while  I've  been  under  the  wheel  three 
times."  The  old  fellow  had  fallen  out,  as  he  stated, 
three  times  on  the  homeward  trip.  He  it  was  who  al- 
ways said,  when  referring  to  his  boots,  that  he  wore 
"eightsies.  " 

Preparedness. 

Uncle  "Liphey"  Paddock  was  of  somewhat  unus- 
ual type,  and  his  name  will  figure  again  in  another 
story.  It  is  told  that  the  night  he  died,  he  roused  and 
inquired  of  the  "watcher"  (term  used  for  night  nurse 
in  those  days)  what  the  hour  was.  It  was  then  near 
midnight.  He  asked  what  time  the  tide  changed,  and 
was  told.  "Well,"  he  said,  "you  go  out  and  get  the 
"board"  (there  was  always  a  board  kept  in  certain 
households  for  "laying  out"  bodies)  and  bring  it  here, 
for  I'll  die  about  the  time  the  tide  turns,  and  I  don't 
want  you  people  running  around  all  excited  after  a 
board, and  ev'rybody  hollerin'  'Is  Liphey  Paddock  dead? 
Has  Liphey  Paddock  died?  You  jest  git  the  board, 
now,  and  we'll  save  lots  of  that  fussin.'  ' 

To  the  Rescue. 

Another  citizen  (a  resident  of  New  Dollar  lane) 
is  said  to  have  enacted  the  role  of  preparedness.  He 
had  a  nearby  neighbor  who  was  given  to  intoxication, 
and  often  there  were  drunken  brawls  on  the  premises. 
One  night  in  particular  things  were  a  little  more  turbu- 
lent than  usual,  and    there    came    the    cry:  "Murder! 


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Murder!  Help!  Help!"  Hastening  through  to  his 
back  yard,  he  caught  up  the  axe  lying  against  the  chop- 
ping block,  and  going  to  the  back  fence,  mounted 
the  lower  stringer,  that  he  might  see  into  his  neighbor's 
yard,  and,  waving  his  axe,  shouted:  *'I  heard  the  cry  of 
murder,  and  I've  come  prepared."  Whenever  you  hear 
a  Nantucketer  say  he  has  "come  prepared,"  you  may 
know  he  refers  to  the  above  incident. 

Ready  for  the  Fray. 

An  islander  who  liked  the  good  things  of  this  life 
went  to  a  tea  party  at  a  friend's,  and  partook  heartily 
of  the  goodies  spread  before  him.  His  hostess  finally 
urged  him  to  have  more,  and  he  yielded  to  the  gentle 
persuasion  with  the  remark:  Well,  don't  mind  if  I  do, 
for  I've  come  with  my  'squantum'  vest  on."  And  he 
actually  had  worn  a  large  size  waistcoat,  that  he  could 
cater  to  his  taste  without  restraint. 

Millinery  Out  of  the  Question. 

A  former  Nantucket  sexton  was  besought  by  his 
daughter  for  permission  to  purchase  a  new  bonnet.  His 
reply  was:  "No,  daughter,  thee  cannot  have  any  new 
head-gear  now,  for  I  haven't  buried  a  living  soul  for 
two  weeks. " 

Liked  to  Keep  Books. 

The  story  is  told  of  a  respected  Portugusese  citizen 
who  kept  a  grocery.  A  townsman  went  to  the  store 
with  his  jug  for  molasses,  and  when  ready,  he  asked 
the  price,  prepared  to  pay  cash,  when  he  was  taken 
aback  by  this  reply:  "Feety  cents;  but  if  I  sharge 
(charge)  him,  he  be  40  cents." 


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So  Sociable. 

Speaking  of  their  husbands'  qualifications,  two 
good  widow  ladies  vied  with  each  other  in  telling  of  the 
merits  of  their  respective  respected  departed.  ''Well, 
Keziah.I  know  that  Reuben  was  one  who  cared  for  thee 
diligently;  but  my  Hezekiah  was  splendid  in  many 
ways.  He  was  sociable.  He  would  sit  with  his  feet 
on  the  mantel-tree  (mantelpiece)  and  spit,  and  spit,  and 
spit.      Oh!  He  was  so  sociable!" 

Belay,  All! 

Capt.  Stephen  Bailey,  discussing  with  friends  the 
merits  of  careful  saving,  remarked:  ''When  you  start 
the  standin'  riggin'  of  a  five-dollar  bill,  there's  but 
d— d  little  left." 

Forty  Years  Wrong. 

It  was  on  'Sconset  bank,  many  years  ago,  that 
Capt  Alex.  Bunker,  keeper  of  Sankaty  light,  was  hav- 
ing a  gam  with  a  lot  of  'Sconseters,  during  which  he 
pointed  his  finger  and  said:  "That's  due  east  from 
here."  "Guess  you're  mistaken,  Capt.  Bunker,"  said 
one  of  his  hearers.  The  old  skipper,  who  was  of  stub- 
born disposition, took  immediate  exception  to  this  inter- 
ference with  his  opinion,  and  his  opponent,  knowing 
well  whom  he  had  to  deal  with,  slipped  quietly  home 
and  brought  forth  a  compass.  Setting  it  on  a  post,  he 
remarked:  "Now,  Captain,  satisfy  yourself."  The  old 
skipper  squinted  and  looked,  and  looked  and  squinted, 
finally  blurting  out:  "Well*,  well,  Mr.  Morris,  I've 
lived  in  error  these  forty  year." 


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Hove  Him  To. 

Uncle  Fred  had  a  blacksmith  shop  on  Old  North 
wharf,  and  was  possessed  of  a  bit  of  sporting  blood,  so 
always  kept  a  shot  gun  at  hand, once  in  a  while  getting 
a  chance  to  shoot  at  a  duck.  The  denizens  about  the 
wharves  knew  of  his  fondness  for  shooting  and  his 
weakness  as  a  marksman,  and  often  reported  when  game 
was  in  sight.  One  day  a  lad,  scenting  fun,  called  the 
good  smith's  attention  to  a  loon  swimming  in  the  dock, 
and  Uncle  Fred  started  out  to  get  him.  Bang!  went 
his  gun,  when  the  lad  shouted:  "Did  you  get  him, 
Uncle  Fred?"  "No-o-o!"  was  the  reply;  but  I  made 
him  ta-a-a-ck  ship!" 

Cherchez   la  Femme. 

There  is  a  story  of  one  Nathaniel  Worth,  who,  one 
day  when  his  son  called  to  see  him,  took  the  young 
man  out  to  inspect  a  new  colt,  of  which  he  was  very 
proud.  As  they  walked  around  the  animal,  which  stood 
by  its  mother  in  the  barn-yard,  suddenly  the  colt  let 
fly  a  tiny  hoof,  and  as  Nathaniel  happened  to  be  in  the 
way,  he  received  a  rather  severe  kick.  Seizing  a  stick 
the  old  man  began  to  belabor  the  mare.  "Why,  fath- 
er," remonstrated  the  son,  "it  was  the  colt  that  kicked 
you — not  the  mare."  "I  know  it,"  said  Nathaniel, 
"but  didn't  you  see  her  give  him  the  wink?" 

No  Regrets  ? 

One  of  thf  Husseys  sends  this  one  : 

Father  and  Mother  Hussey  planned  to  entertain 
their  relatives  at  Christmastime,  but  when  the  list  was 
made  out,  the  number  was    appalling,     and    they    won- 


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dered  if  they  could  -do  it,  without  slighting  some  of 
them.  Mother  took  a  hopeful  view  of  the  matter,  how- 
ever, saying,  "Oh  well,  of  course  they  won't  all  come; 
probably  not  more  than  half.  You  go  ahead,  Father, 
and  invite  them."  So  Father  started  out  with  the  list. 
He  was  gone  a  long  time.  Mother  met  him  at  the  door, 
saying,  "Well,  how  many  accepted?"  "Not  a  devil  of 
a  one  refuses!"  was  the  emphatic  reply. 

Call  All  Hands. 

Alfred  Folger's  seven  sons  were,  it  is  said,  sum- 
moned to  the  noon  meal  by  their  mother  in  this  wise  : 

"John  M.  and  Henry  B., 
William  A.  and  Hiram  C, 
Alfred.  Charles  and  Roland  C, 
Wash  up  and  come  to  dinner." 

Asked  for  Prayers. 

In  some  of  the  Nantucket  churches  it  was  formerly 
customary  when  a  church  member  sailed  on  a  voyage  to 
the  Pacific  for  his  wife  to  hand  in  a  notice  to  be  read 
from  the  pulpit,  somewhat  to  this  effect :  "Capt.  Peter 
Coffin,  having  gone  to  sea,  his  wife  desires  the  prayers 
of  the  congregation."  It  so  happened  on  one  such  oc- 
casion that  an  off-island  minister  happened  to  be  sub- 
stituting for  the  regular  pastor.  We  may  imagine  the 
sensation  produced  when  it  was  announced  with  all  due 
solemnity  that  "Capt.  Peter  Coffin  having  gone  to  see 
his  wife,    desires  the  prayers  of  the  congregation." 

No  Wonder  They  Prospered. 

During  the  palmy  days  of  the  whaling  industry, 
when  Nantucket's  sperm  and  whale  oil    were    lighting 


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the  world,  her  own  streets  were  dark.  Many  attempts 
were  made  to  get  the  town  to  introduce  a  street  light- 
ing system,  but  the  proposition  was  invariably  voted 
down  at  the  annual  town  meeting.  The  unanswerable 
logic  of  the  argument  advanced  by  its  opponents  always 
carried  the  day.  Stated  briefly  this  was:  that  if  the 
price  of  oil  was  low,  no  one  could  afford  to  pay  the  ex- 
tra tax  necessary,  while  if  the  price  was  high,  it  would 
be  extravagant,  and  the  town  could  not  afford  it.  So 
they  exported  all  their  oil,  and  either  groped  their  way 
about  or  remained  indoors  after  dark. 

A  Man  of  Taste. 

Ariel  Cathcart  (always  called  Uncle  'Riel)  kept  a 
small  notions  store  on  Orange  street,  and  displayed  in 
his  windows  tin-capped  glass  jars  of  "stick"  candy  to 
tempt  the  young  people's  cents  to  his  till.  One  day 
two  girls  visited  the  emporium,  each  with  a  cent,  and 
each  requesting  a  "stick  of  pep'mint."  Lifting  the 
cover,  Uncle  'Riel  fingered  deftly  among  the  bunch  of 
barber-pole  sweets,  and  drawing  forth  two,  touched 
each  to  his  protruded  tongue-tip,  and  handed  them  over 
to  the  waiting  misses  with  the  remark:  "Yes,  them's 
pep'mint. " 

W  W— Mixed— M  M. 

Uncle  Alec  was  a  right  good  cobbler  and  had  the 
patronage  of  the  leading  citizens.  He  was,  unfortu- 
nately, forgetful,  and  being  aware  of  the  fact,  made  it 
a  rule  to  mark  in  chalk  on  the  sole  of  every  pair  of 
boots  brought  him  to  repair  the  initials  of  the  owner. 
One  day  William  Worth  left    footwear    to    be  mended, 


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and  immediately  Uncle  Alec  caught  up  his  chalk  and 
marked  on  each  sole,  W  W.  Later  on  as  he  came  to 
these  boots,  he  put  the  mark  W  W  on  each  new  sole, 
and  stood  them  aside  until  he  found  time  to  deliver 
them.  Then,  taking  them  up,  he  saw  the  marks  in  re- 
versed form — M  M,  and  off  he  trudged  with  them  to 
Matthew  Myrick,  who  denied  the  soft  impeachment  of 
ownership,  when  the  truth  finally  dawned  on  Uncle 
Alec,  who  enjoyed  the  joke  on  himself  as  much  as  oth- 
ers did  who  were  knowing  to  the  story. 

According  to  Her  Light. 

A  venerable  Liberty  street  woman  of  some  90 
summers  lived  with  her  daughter.  One  day  the  old  lady, 
who  was  quite  active  for  her  years,  started  to  cross 
the  room  (which  she  alone  occupied),  and  unfortunately 
tripped  over  a  hit-or-miss  rug,  and  fell  to  the  floor 
heavily.  The  daughter  heard  the  thud  and  rushed  from 
the  kitchen  to  find  her  mother  just  arising  from  the 
floor.  Taking  hold  to  assist,  she  said,  "Mother,  have 
you  hurt  you?"  "Have  I  hurt  me,  Jeddy  (Judith)  ! 
Have  I  hurt  me !!  Well,  I  guess  you'd  think  you'd 
hurt  ye  if  ye  pitched  down  and  your  eyes  struck  fire 
and  your  teeth  flew!"  The  old  lady,  while  not  serious- 
ly hurt,  had  the  misfortune  to  knock  out  her  sole  re- 
maining bicuspid,  which  had  long  stood  its  ground  as  a 
sort  of  carelessly-placed-on-one-side  sentinel  in  the 
good  woman's  mouth. 

Liked  His  Mixed. 

Uncle  James  Paddock  was  telling  a  lot  of  friends 
one  day  that  he  liked  his  pork  fat  and  lean,  and  always 


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fed  his  hogs  to  that  end.  "How  d'ye  do  it,  Uncle 
Jim?"  piped  up  Barney  Coffin.  "Oh,  that's  easy 
enough,"  said  Uncle  Jim.  "I  jest  feed  'em  heavy  to- 
day, and  tomorrow  give  'em  nothin'.  No  trouble  'bout 
it." 

Knew  the  Course. 

The  story  is  told  of  the  late  Capt.  Paul  West  that, 
coming  on  deck  one  day,  he  said  to  the  helmsman, 
"How  does  she  head?"  "Nor'west  by  west,  half  west, 
a  little  westerly,"  was  the  reply.  "Um-mm!" 
growled  the  skipper,  "if  you  could  get  another  west  in 
that  course,  I'd  give  you  a  glass  of  grog."  "Nor' west 
by  west,  half  west,  a  little  westerly,  Captain  West," 
was  the  quick  response.  "Come  below,  you  rascal, 
when  your  trick  at  the  wheel  is  up,"  said  the  skipper 
as  he  started  away,  grinning. 

There  is  an  old  conundrum  in  verse: 

"The  wind  was  West, 

And  West  steered  we. 

The  wind  was  right  aft, 

Now  how  could  that  be?" 
Answer — Paul  West  had  the  wheel. 

"Cur'us!    VeryCur'us." 

Uncle  Cyrus  Hussey  was  employed  to  saw  a  limb 
from  a  tree,  and  (as  has  happened  in  other  instances) 
sat  on  the  limb  while  he  cut,  with  the  result  that  he 
and  the  limb  came  to  earth  together.  Later,  whenever 
questioned  as  to  his  escapade,  his  reply  was  always: 
"Cur'us!   Verycur'us!" 


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* 'Sauce  for  the  Goose",  Etc. 

A  local  mason  was  doing  a  job  of  mason  work  in 
the  basement  of  a  leading  citizen's  house,  having  with 
him  John,  a  journeyman.  During  his  stay  on  the  job 
the  boss  came  across  a  jug  of  "Oh  Be  .Joyful"  and 
helped  himself  once  or  twice,  undiscovered.  Later,  John 
caught  on,  and  watching  his  opportunity,  got  to  the 
jug.  But  the  boss  discovered  him  in  the  act  and  re- 
monstrated.     John  came  back  with:     "Well,     I    guess 

what's  good  for is  good  for  John." 

Appearances  Sometimes  Deceitful. 

A  worthy  citizen  was  before  the  court  as  defendant 
in  divorce  proceedings,  during  which  the  presiding  jus- 
tice said,    "Well,  Mr. ,    you    and    Mrs. had 

always  lived  happily  up  to  the  time  under  considera- 
tion, had  you  not?"  Quietly  the  reply  came:  "Ap- 
parently." 

"Strike  While  the  Iron's  Hot." 

A  woman  in  a  somewhat  perturbed  frame  of  mind, 
had  a  neighbor  drop  in  for  a  little  social  call,  and  final- 
ly urged  her  to  look  after  the  children  for  a  few  min- 
utes "while  I  run  over  to  Becky  Holmes's  to  'sass' 
her." 

Keen  Discrimination. 

Two  women  were  discussing  the  merits  of  macker- 
el and  codfish,  when  one  piped  up  with  the  remark: 
"Well,  for  my  part  I  think  mack'rel  spawn  is  fur  be- 
fore codfish  breech."  (The  Nantucketer  calls  the  spawn 
of  the  cod  "breeches,"  probably  from  its  resemblance 
to  that  article  of  male  attire). 


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Quite  Swell. 

Uncle  Frankie  thought  he  would  have  rice  for  his 
dinner  one  day.  He  was  living  alone,  his  wife  being 
"off-island"  for  a  visit.  He  was  not  an  expert  chef, 
and  poured  into  the  kettle  what  he  deemed  would  make 
a  good  "mess."  The  vegetable  began  soon  to  take  on 
life,  and  it  was  not  long  'ere  Uncle  Frankie  had  all  the 
bowls  from  the  pantry  heaping  full.  The  Nantucketer 
keeps  the  story  alive  by  using  the  term  "Like  Uncle 
Frankie's  Rice"  to  explain  that  somebody  had  too  much 
of  a  good  thing. 

And  He  Was. 

A  local  "nebulous  policeman,"  on  duty  on  the 
"Square,"  was  charged  with  keeping  persons  moving, 
and  not  permitting  loitering  on  the  corners.  He  came 
upon  the  late  Charles  Henry  Webb,  who  was  standing 
on  the  curb,  and  stepping  up,  said:  "You  can't  stand 
here!"      "But  I  am,"  replied  Charles  Henry. 


Someone  once  went  to  sell  Mr.  Webb  some 
"breeches  and  chittlings."  He  went  to  the  door  and 
the  man  asked:  "  Want  to  buy  any  in'ards?"  Webb 
looked  into  the  pail,  and  said:  "F-f-f-or  God's  s-sake, 
whose?" 

Nobody  From  Cambridge  Had  Applied. 

A  lady  summer  resident  one  day  stalked  into  a 
room  in  the  Town's  Building,  where  the  chairman  of 
the  Board  of  Selectmen  was  sitting,  inquired  for  that 
personage,  and  on  being  presented,  broke  out  irately  in 


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denunciation  of  the  (from  her  angle  of  view)  careless 
and  unsatisfactory  manner  in  which  the  garbage  of  the 
town  was  collected  and  removed.  She  talked  on  vigor- 
ously, the  official  giving  polite  attention  without  an 
interruption  When  the  good  woman  had  run  down, 
his  chairmanship  agreed  to  all  she  had  said,  suavely 
indicated  his  desire  that  things  could  be  improved,  and 
closed  with  the  remark:  "You  may  not  perhaps  know 
the  fact,  my  good  lady,  but  up  to  the  present  we  have 
been  unable  to  get  any  Harvard  graduate  to  apply  for 
the  job,  and  we  are  doing  the  best  we  can."  The  lady 
had  a  sense  of  humor  and  a  lot  of  sound  judgment,  and 
fully  appreciated  the  situation,  leaving  in  a  greatly 
comforted  mental  condition,  after  thanking  the  chair- 
man. 

On  the  Quiet. 
The  late  Charles  0 'Conor,  the  eminent  New  York 
lawyer,  spent  his  last  days  as  a  resident  of  Nantucket, 
and  patronized  the  barber  shop  of  Rev.  James  E.  Craw- 
ford, who  was  a  somewhat  garrulous  colored  preacher 
as  well  as  a  tonsorial  artist.  On  his  first  visit  to  the 
shop,  Mr.  Crawford  was  overwhelmed  and  bestowed  ev- 
ery attention  on  his  new  patron,  talking  his  very  best 
all  the  time.  When  Mr.  0 'Conor  was  seated  in  the 
chair,  Mr.  Crawford  asked:  "How  would  you  like  to 
be  shaved,  sir?"  "In  silence, "  was  the  blunt  re- 
sponse. 

"Some"  Day. 

"Well,  this  is  a  beautiful    morning,     Mr.     Craw- 
ford," said  a  citizen  to  the  veteran  colored  barber    and 


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preacher.  "Yes,  yes;  perfectly  goddeous!"  was  the 
response. 

The  Rat  Hole. 

"Uncle  Brown"  Gardner  was  one  of  the  beloved 
of  the  Siasconset  fishermen  of  a  generation  or  two  ago, 
and  his  cottage  on  Broadway  in  that  village  was  the 
nightly  rendezvous  of  the  male  population.  It  was  there 
the  writer  heard  this  story  related.  It  seems  "Uncle 
Brown,"  after  getting  his  tide's  catch  of  cod  into  the 
fish-house,  went  home  for  dinner,  later  returning  to 
dress  the  fish  for  salting.  While  he  was  absent,  some 
wag  took  a  rat  he  had  caught  and  pushed  it  into  the 
paunch  of  a  big  cod.  When  the  old  skipper  opened  up 
this  fish  he  was  amazed  to  find  the  rodent,  and  showed 
it  about  among  his  mates  as  a  rather  remarkable  feat- 
ure, and  it  was  long  afterwards  before  he  knew  the 
real  truth.  He  enjoyed  the  joke  and  always  referred 
to  the  spot  where  he  was  anchored  that  day  as  "The 
Rat  Hole." 

Steadying  Her  Nerves. 

A  venerable  lady,  active  for  her  years,    was    trip- 
ping along  the  street  one  morning,  when    she    was    ac- 
costed by  a  maiden  lady  contemporary    with    her,    but 
whom  she  had  not  met  for  a  long  period.      "Isn't    this 

Mary ?     Yes,  I  thought  so,  but  haven't  seen    you 

for  years.  Aren't  you  out  a  great  deal?  See  you 
pass  frequently  and  you  must  be  feelin'  pretty  smart. 
I  am  quite  well,  but  not  as  well  as  I  wish  I  was.  I'm 
takin'  Moxie." 


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Artist  Should  Have  Paid  Him  Well. 

Years  ago  a  popular  artist  painted  a  portrait  of 
the  late  Joseph  Starbuck,  one  of  the  oil  magnates  of  his 
time.  One  day  his  hired  man,  Patrick,  was  called  in 
to  see  if  he  recognized  it.  The  Irishman  looked  at  it  a 
long  time,  and  from  all  angles,  and  finally  burst  out 
with:  "Wall,  enny  man  who  niver  saw  Misther  Star- 
buck  would  know  it  was  him!" 

Knew  Art  Wherever  Found. 

A  young  man  of  the  town  was  at  a  card  party 
given  by  a  friend,  there  being  a  large  attendance.  His 
luck  was  with  him  and  he  won  the  leading  prize,  which 
the  hostess  presented  with  the  remark  that  the  article 
was  hand  painted.  "So  are  our  back  steps,"  blurted 
the  young  man. 

"Thee  Think  and  I'll  Saw." 

A  boy  sent  on  an  errand  to  an  old  Quaker  carpen- 
ter, found  him  sawing  through  the  ceiling  of  his  shop. 
The  sight  of  the  stern  visage  glaring  down  at  him 
through  the  hole  so  startled  the  boy  that  he  could  not 
remember  his  errand,  but  could  only  stammer:  "Fath- 
er wants — father  wants — now — now,  father  wants" — 
.The  carpenter, noting  the  boy's  trepidation,  finally  said, 
not  unkindly:  "All  right,  son;  thee  think  and  I'll 
saw,"  and  went  on  writh  his  work. 

A  Tightwad. 

Uncle  Bihu  Bunker  and  his  good  wife  Aunt  Ruth 
lived  in  a  house  on  Main  street  that  was  known  locally 
as  the  Knife-Box,  from  its  peculiar  architecture.     Aunt 


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Ruth  had  been  ill  for  some  time.  One  day  the  old  gen- 
tleman was  on  his  way  down  town,  when  a  friend  in- 
quired: "How's  Aunt  Ruth  today,  Uncle  Bihu?"  "0, 
there  she  lays,  a  bill  of  expense."  Hence  the  expres- 
sion when  a  Nantucketer  refers  to  some  extravagant 
person  or  article  as  "A  bill  of  expense,  like  Bihu's 
wife." 

"Troublous  Times." 

Uncle  H lived  in  the  south  part  of    the    town 

and  was  of  that  class  of  persons  who  are  "always  in 
hot  water."  One  morning  a  neighbor  saw  him  rushing 
excitedly    about    and    ventured    the    question:   "Well, 

what's    the    trouble    this      morning,     Uncle    H ?" 

"Trouble!  Trouble!!  Trouble  enough,  I  tell  ye !  My 
pig's  got  away,  my  wife's  died,  and  I  can't  find  my 
pea  jacket!    Trouble!  Trouble!!  Nothin'  but  trouble!" 

Self  Preservation. 

Uncle  Christopher  was  a  well-to-do  Quaker,  as 
well  as  a  benevolent  one.  Uncle  Al,  his  neighbor,  was 
also  a  good  soul,  but  not  so  well  supplied  in  the  way  of 
worldly  goods.  Thus  it  frequently  happened  (the  two 
men  being  about  the  same  physique)  that  some  of 
Christopher's  half-worn  clothing  was  transferred  to 
Uncle  Al.  One  day  the  latter,  dressed  in  a  long  "out- 
side coat"  of  his  benefactor,  was  passing  through  the 
street,  when  a  bunch  of  lads,  mistaking  him  for  Uncle 
Christopher,  commenced  shouting,  "Good  morning,  Un- 
cle Christopher!"  Turning  to  them, Uncle  Al  said  mild- 
ly: "Thank  thee,  lads;  thank  thee.  I  trust  the  Devil 
will  make  the  same  mistake." 


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The  Limit. 

A  Nantucket  skipper  was  cruising  in  high  latitudes 
when  one  day  he  noted  the  mate  come  below  and  get  his 
pea  jacket  from  his  state-room,  put  it  on  and  go  on 
deck.  The  captain  soon  followed  him, when  he  saw  the 
second  officer  go  and  look  at  the  thermometer,  which 
was  always  fastened  to  the  mizzen-mast,  and  he,  too, 
went  below  and  donned  his  pea  jacket.  A  little  later 
the  colored  cook  came  aft  from  his  galley,  glanced  at 
the  mercury,  and  went  off  for  his  jacket.  This  proved 
too  much  for  the  irascible  skipper,  who  blurted  out  to 
the  mate:  "Here,  Mr. ,  take  off  that  thermome- 
ter and  throw  it  overboard.  It's  a  pretty  how-d'ye-do 
when  a  dev'lish  nigger  cook  can't  tell  when  it's  cold 
enough  for  a  pea  jacket  without  looking  at  one  of  those 
d — d  things.      T'  hell  with  it,  overboard." 

Long  Time  Absent. 

A  neighbor  dropped  in  to  call  on  Mary  Chase,  whose 
husband  had  recently  "sailed  on  a  Cape  Horn  voyage." 
"Well,  Mary,"  she  remarked,  "how  long  is  it  that 
Paul's  been  gone?"  "Let  me  see,"  replied  Mary. 
"Why,  day  after  tomorrow  Paul  Chase  will  have  been 
gone  three  days." 

Wanted  Channel  Clear. 

An  Orange  street  lady  was  entertaining  a  friend 
from  "off  island,"  and  suggested  to  her  husband  that 
he  procure  a  team  and  take  them  for  a  drive.  The  ap- 
pointed time  came,  and  the  team  (a  horse  and  beach 
wagon)  was  brought  by  the  stable  man  and  left  hitched 


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to  the  post.  The  women  were  helped  to  the  rear  seat, 
when  the  husband,  who  was  a  retired  ship-master,  of 
large  frame,  "let  go  the  bow  hawser,"  clambered  to 
the  front  seat,  and  started  up  the  horse.  He  was  an 
awkward  driver,  knowing  more  about  sailing  ships  than 
directing  equines,  and  he  felt  a  trifle  nervous  in  his 
new  role.  Arriving  at  Martin's  lane  (a  narrow  way, 
with  room  only  for  one  team)  the  captain  hauled  in  and 
headed  west.  When  well  into  the  lane,  in  which  at 
that  time  there  was  a  slight  curve,  he  espied  Benjamin 
Sheffield  coming  from  the  opposite  direction,  on  the 
hearse.  Then  the  skipper's  nervousness  increased  mo- 
mentarily, and  finally, unable  to  control  himself  longer, 
he  rose  from  his  seat,  leaned  out  over  the  dasher,  and 
gesticulating  violently,  shouted  in  stentorian  voice : 
"Starn  all!  Starn'all!!  with  your  d— d  old  hell 
wagon  !!!"  There  was  no  resisting  such  an  appeal, 
and  the  good-natured  sexton  soon  made  a  clear  channel 
for  the  perturbed  mariner. 

"Pay  Out,  Mother!" 

Nantucket  boys  all  looked  forward  to  the  day  when 
they  could  ship  for  a  whaling  voyage  round  Cape  Horn. 
They  thought,  talked  and  dreamed  whales  and  whaling 
from  their  earliest  years.  A  story  comes  down  to  us 
of  a  boy  of  nine  who  tied  one  end  of  his  mother's  ball 
of  darning  cotton  to  a  steel  fork,  and  tried  to  harpoon 
the  family  cat.  As  the  frightened  animal  sought  to 
escape, mother  entered  the  room  and  picked  up  the  ball. 
The  boy,  intent  only  on  his  "whale,"  shouted,  "Pay 
out,  mother!  pav  out!!  There  she  'sounds'  through  the 
window !" 


Ill 


A  Mark-Up  Sale. 

So  many  good  things  have  been  preserved  in  the 
files  of  the  local  papers,  we  must  find  a  place  for  a  few 
more : 

Samuel  B.  Romaine,  who  had  a  store  on  Main 
street,  does  not  appear  to  be  one  who  had  much  faith  in 
"mark  down"  sales.  His  advertisement  in  the  Inquir- 
er of  July  24,  1833,  reads: 

"20  Per  Cent  Above  Cost. 
As  the  reduction  of  stock  has  become  so  universal, 
the  subscriber  offers  for  sale  all  he  has  on  hand    at  the 
above  advance,  in  lots  to  suit  purchasers    for    cash,  his 
object  being  to  make  money." 

The  following  "Card"  was  published  in  The  In- 
quirer of  January  12,  1833:  "The  thief  who  stole  a  jug 
of  oil  from  the  North  Humane  House  on  Great  Point, 
on  Sunday  last,  is  requested  to  return  the  jug  to  the 
place  from  which  he  took  it;  and  he  may  keep  the  oil 
to  light  his  crime-stained  steps  through  Purgatory.  And 
no  questions  will  be  asked  by  Caleb  Cushman,  Supt." 

One  of  Editor  Jenks's  esteemed  contemporaries 
having  spelled  Inquirer  with  a  preliminary  E,  Mr.  Jenks 
wrote  "he'll  find  himself  ill  at  Es  in  putting  out  other 
people's  Is.  " 

Someone  having  taken  the  editor  to  task  for  men- 
tioning the  South  tower  and  omitting  to  comment  on 
the  North  one,  he  hastened  to  say  that  a  spire  has  been 
erected  on  the    North    tower    59    feet    high    from    the 


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ground,  that  it  is  a  good  lookout,  is  painted  and  the 
"materials  are  almost  as  durable  as  the  doctrines 
preached  there." 

A  'Sconseter's  Will. 

This  last  will  and  testament,  dated  at  'Sconset, 
May  30,  1841,  was  unearthed  not  long  ago: 

"I,  Obed  Gardner,  master  mariner,  now  livin  at 
Sconset,  write  down  this  will. 

Item.  I  have  cruised  with  my  wife,  Huldy  Jane, 
since  1811.  We  signed  articles,  in  town,  before  the 
preacher  on  Independence  Day.  I  want  her  and  my 
oldest  son  Jotham  to  be  Captain  and  mate  in  bringin  to 
port  whatever  I  leave  and  to  see  that  every  one  of  the 
crew  gets  the  lay  as  writ  down  on  this  paper.  I  put 
mother  in  command.  I  know  sheel  be  Captain  anyway, 
for  six  months  after  we  started  on  our  life  cruise  I 
found  out  that  I  was  mate  and  she  was  master.  I  don't 
mean  that  she  ever  mutinied,  but  I  no  that  whenever 
we  didn't  agree  she  always  manoovred  to  windward. 
May  be  it  is  all  right  for  she  could  sail  closer  to  wind 
than  I  could." 

After  a  bequest  of  an  interest  in  the  ship  Nancy 
Rotch,  then  somewhere  on  the  seas,  to  his  son  Jotham, 
the  Captain's  will  goes  on: — ■ 

"Item.  I  want  mother  to  have  the  house  on  Union 
street  until  she  goes  aloft.  Then  I  want  it  to  go  to  the 
children  in  equal  lays  and  if  any  child  dies  I  want  the 
lay  of  the  parent  to  go  to  the  parent's  young  ones,  but 
I  don't  want  my  daughter  Belindy  to  have  anything  as 
long  as  her  husband  is  livin.  He  is  a  lubber,  but  she 
has  been  cruisin  with  him  for  years.  I  haven't  got 
anything  partickler  agin  him,  but  he  doesn't  no  how  to 
navigate  the  sea  of  life.  I  do  believe  if  he  wanted  to 
stop  a  leak  board  ship  it  would  be  just    like    him  to  go 


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into  the  hold  with  an  auger  and  bore  a  hole  threw  the 
plankin  to  let  the  bilge  water  out  into  the  sea. 

But  Belindy  likes  him.  That's  just  like  a  woman. 
If  I  should  give  the  lay  out-and-out  to  her,  I  am  afraid 
her  husband  would  manoover  to  get  it.  So  I  want 
mother  and  Jotham  to  put  it  out  at  interest,  and  give 
what  comes  out  of  it  to  her  until  her  husband  ships  for 
a  corpse  below  decks  in  the  grave  yard.  Then  she  can 
take  the  lay  and  do  what  she  wants  to  with  it." 

The  will  went  on  to  cut  his  son  "Ezry"  out  with- 
out a  shilling  because  he  had  been  disobedient  and  re- 
fractory and  had  run  away  to  sea  and  to  China.  Then 
there  was  another  item  : — 

"I  want  mother  and  Jotham  to  settle  up  things  as 
soon  as  they  can  break  bulk  and  make  a  fair  divide  be- 
tween the  children.  But  don't  forget  what  I  have  writ 
down  about  mother  and  Belindy.  I  don't  think  Belindy 's 
husband  will  make  any  fuss  about  the  way  I  have  taken 
care  of  her  unless  she  runs  head  on  to  the  shoals  of  a 
lawyer's  office.  Then  look  out  for  squalls.  I  hope 
sheel  stand  off  if  she  sees  a  lawyer  comin  thort  her 
bows.  " 

The  will  was  witnessed  by  Jethro  Coffin,  2d,  Elea- 
zur  Paddack  and  Shubael  Starbuck,  but  it  was  never 
presented  in  court  for  probate  because  the  turn  of 
events*  made  it  unnecessary.  The  Nancy  Rotch  returned 
and  was  sold  for  a  good  price.  Belindy's  husband  was 
drowned  by  the  upsetting  of  his  dory  on  Miacomet  Rip. 
Ezra  returned  from  China,  prosperous  and  anxious  to 
make  amends  for  past  shortcomings,  and  no  one  was 
more  delighted  to  see  him  than  Cap'n  Obed.  When 
the  latter  died,  it  was  at  Ezra's  suggestion  that  the 
whole  estate  was  given  to  the  widow  during  her  life- 
time.  After  her  death,  at  the  age  of  92,  it  was  divided 


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among  the  children,  except  that  Ezra  gave    his    "lay 
to  Belindy's  oldest  boy,  who  had  been  named  for  him. 


We  do  not  know  the  origin  of  this  quatrain, nor  the 
occasion  it  is  supposed  to  celebrate,  but  it  was  often 
quoted  in  the  old  days: 

They  sang  "Old  Hundred"  on  the  sea; 

The  fishes  heard  the  racket, 
And  wondered  what  the  noise  could  be, 

And  who  was  on  the  packet. 


The  Friends'  version  of  the  well-known  rhyme 

Thirty  days  hath  September, 
April,  June,  and  November,"  etc. 

will  be  of  interest: 

"The  ninth,  the  eleventh,  the  fourth,  the  sixth 

Have  thirty  days  to  each  affixed; 
All  the  rest  have  thirty-one, 

Except  the  second  alone, 
Which  hath  twenty-eight, 

Excepting  leap  year,  (once  in  four} 
When  it  hath  one  day  more." 


Varying  Degrees. 

"Is  thee  comfortable,  Sarah?"  said  Cousin  Mary 
to  her  irascible  friend.  "Comf 't'ble,  Mary!  Comf't'- 
ble!  No,  I'm  never  comf 't'ble!"  "What  I  meant, 
Sarah,  was,  is  thee  any  les3  comfortable  than  usual?" 


Chapter  IX. 

TWENTIETH  CENTURY  ANECDOTES. 

QLO  many  good  modern  stories  have  found  their  way 
s^r  into  the  Scrap  Basket  from  time  to  time  that  the 
compilers  have  thought  best  to  devote  a  separate  chap- 
ter to  these  more  recent  contributions  to  our  budget  of 
humor. 

Many  amusing  incidents  are  related  by  our  summer 
visitors  of  their  experiences  with  the  carriage  drivers 
who,  for  a  modest  stipend,  will  drive  the  unsuspecting 
stranger  through  the  town  or  over  the  island  roads,  de- 
scribing ''all  the  points  of  interesf'after  a  fashion  of 
their  own.  A  few  of  these  bon  mots  have  been  pre- 
served : 

Vide  Inscription. 

A  young  driver,  evidently  not  to  the  manner  born, 
or  at  least  unversed  in  the  island  traditions,  took  his 
passengers  through  Winter  street  and  pointed  out  the 
Coffin  School.  Asked  as  to  the  identity  of  its  founder, 
he  replied:  "Well,  1  don't  know  much  about  him,  ex- 
cept that  'twas  a  feller  by  the  name  of  Bart." 

Pitied  Their  Ignorance. 

Another,  quite  as  evidently  very  much  to  the  man- 
ner born,  and  proud  of  the  fact,  confided  to  a  friend, 
after  conducting  a  party  about  the  town,    that    he    had 


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been  asked  what  those  platforms  were    on    the    top    of 
many  of  the  houses.    "I  told  'em  they  were  'walks,' 
he  added,   "but  I  don't    know    where    they'd    been    all 
their  days." 

We  Can't  Fathom  This  One. 

A  party  driving  through  the  Sauls  Hills  country 
asked  the  local  Jehu  where  all  the  big  boulders  which 
dot  the  landscape  in  that  part  of  the  island  came  from. 
"Oh,  them?"  was  the  reply.  "Them  was  left  by  the 
glaciers.      At  least,  that's  what  the  glaciers  claim." 

Sympathetic,  but  Practical. 

One  of  the  old  "Cap'n's"  who  drove  a  carriage 
during  the  summer  months  for  many  years,  noting  that 
one  of  his  passengers,  a  lady,  who  occupied  the  front 
seat  with  him,  was  dressed  in  deep  mourning,  inquired 
sympathetically:  "Met  with  a  loss,  madam?"  The 
lady,  though  somewhat  taken  aback  by  the  question, 
replied  quietly,  "Yes."  After  a  pause  he  asked,  still 
sympathetically,  "husband?"  Again,  from  the  lady, 
"Yes."  Another  pause,  then,  most  sympathetically, 
"hope  he  left  you  comf 'table." 

Had  Been  -Off." 

A  Nantucket  school  teacher  in  the  primary  grade 
asked  her  pupils  one  day  how  many  of  them  had  ever 
been  off  island.  One  little  girl,  whose  history  the 
teacher  happened  to  be  very  well  informed  about,  was 
among  those  who  raised  their  hands.  "Why,  Polly," 
she  said,  "I  didn't  know  you  had  ever  been  off  island. 
When  did  you  go?"      "One  day   last  summer,"  replied 


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the  little  six  year  old,  "papa  took  me  down  to  Brant 
Point,  and  I  took  off  my  shoes  and  stockings  and  waded 
right  off. " 

Free  Grace. 

Another  little  "daughter,"  making  a  visit  to  Bos- 
ton, was  taking  her  first  meal  at  a  hotel.  After  the 
soup  was  served  and  they  had  begun  to  eat,  she  sudden- 
ly remarked:  "O,  say,  nobody  asked  a  blessing." 
"Why,  Helen,"  reproved  her  sister,  two  years  older, 
"we  pay  here !" 

Jordan's  a  Hard  Road  to  Travel. 

A  Nantucket  boy,  having  obtained  his  high  school 
diploma,  went  to  Boston  to  seek  his  fortune.  After  a 
time  he  "secured  a  situation,"  as  the  home  paper  puts 
it,  in  one  of  the  big  department  stores.  Being  young, 
however,  and  his  duties  arduous,  the  pull  of  the  old 
home  was  pretty  strong,  and  nostalgia  having  won  the 
day,  he  threw  up  his  job  as  summer  approached  and 
went  back  to  his  good  mother,  who,  after  greeting  him 
affectionately  and  providing  him  with  a  good  hot  sup- 
per, asked  anxiously:  "Well,  and  what  did  Mr.  Jordan 
say  when  you  left?" 

A  Kind  Employer. 

Another  boy,  after  a  year  in  a  New  York  office, 
was  granted  the  customary  fortnight's  vacation,  which, 
as  might  be  expected,  he  elected  to  spend  on  the  isl- 
and. Having  a  grand  good  time,  without  consulting 
his  employer,  he  overstayed  his  leave  several  days. 
About  the  time  he  thought  of  starting  back  he  received 


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a  letter  from  the  office  advising  him  that  his  vacation 
was  indefinitely  extended.  This  so  pleased  his  innocent 
old  mother  that  she  took  the  letter  round  to  all  the 
neighbors,  "just  to  show  what  a  nice  man  Georgie 
worked  for. ' ' 

Some  School  Stories. 

"English  as  she  is  taught"  produces  much  the 
same  results  in  the  Nantucket  schools  as  elsewhere,  ap- 
parently. On  one  occasion  the  late  Dr.  Sharp,  who  was 
an  authority  on  marine  biology,  spoke  on  that  subject 
to  the  pupils  of  the  high  school.  Part  of  the  informa- 
tion imparted  had  to  do  with  the  spawning  habits  of 
certain  molluscs.  The  principal  having  asked  the  pu- 
pils to  write  out  what  they  could  remember  of  the  lec- 
ture, one  boy  carefully  noted  and  reported  the  interest- 
ing fact  that  "oysters  always  spoon  in  August." 

Another  incident  is  related  of  a  girl  pupil  who 
glibly  recited  her  well-learned  history  lesson  to  the  ef- 
fect that  during  a  certain  battle  the  attacking  army 
ascended  the  hill  "pantaloon  after  pantaloon  " 

Another  boy  gave  the  definition  of  bullion  as  "a 
little  bull." 

The  Retort  Courteous. 

As  evidence  of  the  fact  that  despite  the  foregoing 
stories,  our  educational  system  does  "take"sometimes, 
it  is  a  pleasure  to  relate  the  following,  which  would 
seem  almost  too  good  to  be  true  were  it  not  vouched  for 
on  the  best  of  authority. 

A  Nantucket  boy  went  up  on  the  Ocean    House  ve- 


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randa,  and  accosted  a  complacent  looking  fat  gentleman 
who  sat  with  his  feet  on  the  rail  : 

"Want  to  buy  any  pond  lilies?"  said  the  boy. 

"No,  I  guess  not,"  said  the  man;  "Making  any 
money,  bub?" 

"A  little,"  was  the  reply. 

"What  do  you  sell  when  they're  ain't  no  pond- 
lilies?"  was  the  next  question. 

"Oh,  sometimes  one  thing  and  sometimes  anoth- 
er", replied  the  boy. 

"Humph!  Don't  you  go  to  school?" 

"Oh  yes;  when  there  is  any.  School  is  closed 
now. ' ' 

"Do  you  go  to  school  on  Nantic":et?" 

"Yes,    sir." 

"Oh,  they  have  a  school  here,  then,  do  they?" 

"Oh,  yes  sir." 

"Well,  what  do  they  learn  you  in  school?" 

"Why,  they  teach  us  grammar  and  other  things." 

He  Knew  His  Place. 

That  the  local  boatmen,  no  less  than  the  carriage 
drivers,  are  responsible  for  their  share  of  the  humors 
of  life,  is  shown  by  one  or  two  "scraps"  which  have 
reached  us.  They  like  nothing  better  than  to  get  one 
of  those  amateur  sailors  oi  the  common  or  piazza  vari- 
ety out  "back  of  the  rips,"  and  soak  a  little  of  the 
brine  out  of  him. 

"What  would  you  do,"  asked  the  skipper  of  a  cat- 
boat  on  one  such  occasion,  addressing  a  jolly  fresh  wa- 
ter tar  in  a  smart  yachting    cap,    if    you  were    aboard 


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ship  and  the  old  man  should  sing  out:  "Hey,  you  Jack, 
lay  aloft  there  and  clew  up  that  fore-to-gallant  star- 
board studd'n's'l  boom  iron?"  After  a  moment's  deep 
thought,  Percy,  with  a  keener  perception  of  the  situa- 
tion and  his  relation  to  it  than  he  had  perhaps  been 
given  credit  for,  replied  with  conviction:  "I  should  go 
right  straight  home!" 

Courtesy  Has  Its  Limits. 

Nantucket  skippers  are  always  prudent,  and  usual- 
ly courteous  to  the  last  degree,  but  we  can  hardly  con- 
done, though  we  may  well  understand,  this  example  of 
pardonable  exasperation  or  the  part  of  one  of  them  at 
the  helm  of  a  boat  bound  for  Wauwinet,  with  a  stiff 
breeze  from  the  east'ard,  and  a  boat-load  of  passengers, 
wearied  and  grown  careless  by  a  constant  repetition  of 
apparently  senseless  tack-tics :  "Ready  about,  now! 
Ready  about!  Hard-a-lee!  Low  bridge,-  there!  Low 
bridge!!  Low  Bridge!!! — Well,  I  shan't  say  it  again, 
and  (sotto  voce)  I  don't  care  a  d — n  if  some  of  ye  do 
get  a  crack  on  the  head!" 

A  Patent  Boat. 

"But  you  can't  get  home  if  the  wind  is  dead 
against  you,  can  you?"  inquired  an  anxious  passenger, 
as  they  started  back  from  Great  Point  in  a  "smoky 
sou-wester."  "Oh  yes,"  replied  the  skipper,  reassur- 
ingly* "You  see  I  had  this  boat  made  with  two  sides 
on  purpose,  so  that  when  she  couldn't  sail  on  one  tack, 
she  could  on  the  other.  It's  the  only  boat  in  these  wa- 
ters that's  built  just  that  way."      And  the    passenger, 


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her  confidence  in  the  adaptability  of  the  craft    and    the 
sagacity  of  its  skipper  restored,  curled  up  in    her    oil 
skins  and  took  a  nap. 

He  Needed  "A  Voyage  to  Learn." 

"I  didn't  ask  for  a  round-trip  ticket,"  exclaimed 
an  irate  passenger  on  the  Gay  Head,  en  route  to  Nan- 
tucket, as  the  purser  detached  the  Woods-Hole-to-N  an- 
tucket  coupon  and  handed  back  the  return  portion  of 
the  ticket.  "I  don't  want  that  for  anything,  you  can 
keep  it,"  he  persisted,  as  the  purser  pressed  the  slip 
on  h'm.  "Whv,  you'll  need  it  to  come  back  on,  won't 
you?"  said  the  official.  "Not  at  all,  sir,"  was  the 
haughty  reply,  "Not  at  all!  I  intend  to  return  some 
other  way." 

"Not  Unless  She's  Got  Fins." 

This  reminds  us  of  the  incident  reported  some 
years  ago  by  the  superintendent  of  the  Nantucket  Rail- 
road when  he  received  a  telegram  from  the  lost  ca 
tracer  of  some  Western  railroad  asking  him  if  freight 
car  No.  so  and  so  had  by  any  chance  strayed  onto  the 
Nantucket  road,  and  got  side-tracked. 

Oh  for  the  Wings  of  a  Dove. 

A  super-annuated  mariner  served  for  many  years 
as  custodian  of  the  old  Atheneum  museum.  On  one 
occasion  a  party  of  excursionists  arrived  late  in  the  af- 
ternoon and  wanted  to  see  the  collection.  As  was  his 
custom,  the  old  man  took  them  about  the  room,  ex- 
plaining the  various  curiosities  and  relics.  Having  con- 
cluded the  rounds  and  the  visitors  showing  no   signs    of 


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going,  though  it  was  then  past  closing  time  and  his  five 
ovclock  "tea"  was  waiting,  he  started  in  again,  think- 
ing that  a  repetition  of  even  a  part  of  his  lecture  would 
prove  a  sufficient  hint  and  have  the  desired  effect.  But 
not  so.  The  visitors  drank  in  his  words  with  the  same 
avidity  as  before,  and  apparently  expected  him  to  go 
through  it  all  again.  Finally,  seizing  a  big  club  from 
one  of  the  shelves,  he  swung  it  loosely  in  his  hand  as  he 
pattered  on:  "This,  ladies  and  gentlemen,  is  a  genuyne 
war  club  used  by  the  savages  of  the  Fiji  Islands — I 
wish  to  God  I  was  there!" 


Chapter  X. 

EXPRESSIONS  AND  IDIOMS. 

SHE  Compilers  have  here  undertaken  to  set  down  al- 
phabetically some  of  the  more  common  words,  nau- 
tical expressions  and  idiomatic  sayings  which  are  char- 
acteristic of  the  Nantucket  speech.  Many  of  them  are 
heard  elsewhere  along  the  coast,  and  some  are  of  uni- 
versal use  even  far  from  the  sea,  but  not  a  few  of  them 
are  quite  peculiar  to  this  section.  Every  term  given 
will  no  doubt  suggest  many  others,  and  a  book  could 
easily  be  compiled  on  this  one  subject;  but  we  have 
simply  jotted  down  those  expressions  which  have  occur- 
red to  us,  in  the  belief  that  even  a  limited  glossary  of 
such  terms  would  be  of  interest,  leaving  to  others  the 
interesting  task  of  extending  the  list  until  it  may  some 
time,  perhaps,  be  fairly  complete.  Some  of  the  words 
quoted  are  very  difficult  to  define.  Though  we  have 
heard  them  all  our  lives,  and  know  exactly  what  they 
mean  when  we  hear  them,  there  seem  to  be  no  syno- 
nymns  for  many  of  them,  and  the  exact  shade  of  mean- 
ing is  sometimes  difficult  to  indicate. 

A 

"Adrift" — Nantucketers  use  this  word  constantly  in 
the  sense  of  loose  or  unfastened:  as  "a  blind  on 
the  house  got    adrift    in  the  gale";    also    to    ex- 


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press  general  disorder  as  "everything  was  all 
adrift." 

"Aloft"  — High  up,  or  above,  as  "I'm  going  aloft  (up- 
stairs) to  bed;"  or  "I  put  the  thing  up  aloft." 

"All  Sail  Set"  —  Hurriedly;  sometimes,  fully  dressed. 
"He  was  going  'all  sail  set'  for  home."  "She 
had  'all  sail  set'  for  the  party." 

"Alongside"  —  Meaning  obvious.     In  very  common  use. 

'  'Amidships"  —  The  middle 

"An  Anchor  to  Windward"  —  Prudent — prepared  to 
meet  an  emergency. 

"Anchor  It"  -  To  put  a  weight  on  anything;  or  secure 
it  so  it  won't  get  "adrift." 

"Any  Port  in  a  Storm" — Meaning  obvious. 

"Astern"  —  In  the  rear  of,  or  behind. 

"Astern  the  Lighter"  —  Tardy,  lagging  behind;  a  light- 
er being  a  slow-moving  craft  used  for  transferring 
cargo,  to  be  "astern  the  lighter"  is  to  be  rather  a 
laggard,  and  the  term  is  used  in  a  contemptuous 
sense,  as  "Oh,  he's  always  astern  the   lighter!" 

"Athwart,  athwartships  (or  'thwartships)  "—Cross- 
wise, as  '"thwartships  of  the  bench."  Speaking  of 
an  operation,  a  Nantucketer  said:  "they  cut  him 
'thwartships. " 

"Athwart  the  bow" — Passing  in  front  of. 

"At  Loggerheads" — At  variance;  opposed. 

"At  Sea"  — Uncertain,  undetermined;  as  "I  was  all  at 
sea  as  to  what  to  do  next."  Also,  wrong  or  in 
error;  as  "he  was  all  at  sea  about  the  matter." 


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B 
Back  of  the  Rip"  —  The  dangerous  shoals  and  sand- 
bars which  surround  the  island  are  known  as 
"rips";  the  islanders  have  a  way  of  consigning 
any  annoying  person  or  thing  to  a  point  beyond 
these  obstructions  to  navigation,  from  which  it 
would  be  difficult  if  not  impossible  to  return.  Ex- 
ample :  "I  wish  he  (or  it)  was  back  of  the  rip!" 

Back  and  Fill" — To  vaccillate,  to  be  unsteady  or  in- 
firm of  purpose. 

Bare  Poles" — This  term  is  used  to  indicate  scanty 
raiment;  as,  "she  was  scudding  under  bare 
poles.  " 

Beat" — To  tack,  to  make  headway  against  the  wind 
by  changing  the  course  frequently.  We  do  not  say 
"tack  to  windward,"  but  "beat  to  windward," 
though  otherwise  the  two  words  are  practically 
synonymous. 

Beating  or  Beating  Up"— Tacking,  making  head 
against  the  wind  or  other  adverse  conditions. 

Beats  the  Pattern" — Clever,  remarkable. 

Belay" — To  hold,  to  stop,  to  make  fast. 

Below" — Obviously  the  opposite  of  aloft,  used  in  the 
same  way,  as  applying  to  down  stairs  or  down  cel- 
lar. 

Berth" — Situation;  as,  "he  has  secured  a  berth  with 
Jones  &  Co."  Sometimes  used  as  a  verb  to  indi- 
cate locating  oneself  comfortably  ;  as,  "he  berthed 
at  Cousin  Sarah's." 


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"Better  Weather" —Easier  times,  improved  conditions, 
as  "let's  hope  he'll  make  better  weather  of  it 
now";  also  used  as  a  verb,  meaning  clears  or  im- 
proves; "there  she  better-weathers"  means  that  it 
is  clearing  up  after  a  storm. 

"Bow  On"  —  Head  on,  face  to  face,  as  "I  saw  him 
coming  bow  on." 

"Bows  Under" — Laboring  heavily,  as  a  ship  in  a  head 

sea. 
"Born  in  the  Middle  of    the  Week    and    Looking    Both 

Ways  for  Sunday" — A  queer  old  local    expression 

applied  to  a  very  cross-eyed  person. 

C 

'  Came  out  of  the  Bureau  Drawer"  —  (sometimes  the 
top  drawer)  —Meaning  fresh,  dainty,  clean. 

'Carry  On" — To  be  gay  or  reckless.  An  imprudent 
skipper  was  said  to  carry  on  (sail).  This  term, 
though  originally  used  in  the  nautical  sense,  im- 
plying recklessness, has  come  to  be  used  to  express 
any  lively  good  time,  in  the  sense  that  the  verb  to 
train  is  sometimes  used. 

"Cannikin  Tub" — A  wooden  pail,  with  straight  sides, 
hooped  and  with  a  close-fitting  wooden  cover.  The 
term  is  an  old  one,  but  though  in  constant  use  to- 
day by  Nantucketers,  most  off-islanders  are  puz- 
zled by  it. 

"Chock,"  "chock-full,"  "chock-a-block"  and  "chock- 
a-block  full" — are  all  nauticalisms  in  general  use, 
but  more  commonly  used  among  a    seafaring    peo- 


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pie  than  elsewhere,  and  Nantucketers  employ  these 
various  terras  on  all  occasions.  Each  has  its  par- 
ticular shade  of  meaning  when  correctly  used. 

"Clip  In"— To  run  in  for  a  short  visit,as  "I  think  I'll 
clip  in  to  Mary's  on  the  way  home."  It  implies  a 
hurried  call,  and  if  the  visitor  announces  that  he 
just  clipped  in,  he  is  not  expected  to  tarry  more 
than  a  few  minutes. 

''Clipper  Built"  —  A  well-set-up  man  or  woman  is  re- 
ferred to  as  clipper  built — that  is,  trim,  trig  and 
up-to-date. 

"Close  Aboard"  —  Very  near. 

"Close  to  the  Wind" — Hard  pressed  or  hard  up,  physi- 
cally, financially  or  .otherwise. 

"Cock-billed" — Awry  ;   out  of  plumb. 

"Come  About" — To  turn  round,  to  change  the  course, 
as  a  ship  when  tacking  against  the  wind.  Much 
used  in  a  figurative  sense  by  the  islanders. 

"Come  Aboard"  — A  welcome  to  the  coming  guest,  or  an 
invitation  to  a  passer-by  or  a  casual  visitor  to  ac- 
cept one's  hospitality. 

"Continent,  the" — The  islander's  name  for  the  main- 
land of  North  America. 

"Coof" — An  "off-islander,"  said  to  have  been  applied 
originally  only  to  Cape  Codders. 

"Commons"  —  Unlike  most  old  New  England  towns, 
Nantucket  never  had  a  Common,  but  it  did  have 
thousands  of  acres  of  "commons, "  that  is,  undivid- 
ed lands  held  in  common  by    the    early  proprietors 


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and  their  successors.  Until  recent  times  all  the 
unfenced  lands  on  the  island  were  called  "the 
commons"  and  it  is  only  since  the  advent  of  the 
summer  folks  in  the  last  generation  that  we  have 
come  to  call  them  "the  moors,"  which,  by  the 
way,  is  said  to  be  a  misnomer,  as  they  are  not 
moors  at  all  in  the  true  meaning  of  that  word,  but 
rather  heath  lands  or  heath. 

Cornstarch  Airs" — Stiff,  formal  manners. 

Course  and  Distance" — Mean  much  to  the  islander, 
and  are  constantly  employed  in  conversation.  To 
say  that  a  boat  or  a  vessel  was  a  mile  to  the 
south'ard  headed  nor'west  tells  the  story  in  a  word. 
So,  when  speaking  of  meeting  an  acquaintance,  he 
says  "he  was  headed  to  the  eastward  when  I  saw 
him."  A  boy  applying  for  the  loan  of  a  saw  was 
told  by  the  owner,  an  old  mariner,  "head  right 
through  that  door,  port  your  helm,  haul  to  the 
south'ard  about  ten  foot,  and  you'll  find  it  hung 
on  a  nail  about  hand-spike  high."  The  lad,  being 
island-bred,  found  the  saw.  The  stranger  is  di- 
rected to  a  certain  house  as  on  the  north,  east, 
south  or  west  side  of  the  street,  and  is  expected  to 
find  it  without  a  compass.  At  one  of  the  old-time 
"huddles,"  (as  dancing  parties  were  then  called) 
the  prompter  leaned  over  the  rail  of  the  suspended 
band-stand  and  shouted  in  perfect  time  to  the  mu- 
sic: "Chassez  a  little  to  the  north'ard,  and  shet 
that  door!"  The  door  was  promptly  closed  by  one 
of  the  dancers,  and  the  wintry  draught  shut  out. 


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"Craft"— This  word  is  often  given  a  personal  applica- 
tion. Respect  or  contempt  are  expressed  by  such 
terms  as  "She's  quite  a  craft,"  or  "He's  a  poor 
craft."  Eccentricity  is  implied  in  the  term  "a 
queer  craft." 

"Cruise" — A  word  in  very  common  use,  both  as  a  verb 
and  as  a  noun,  being  in  either  case  pronounced 
with  the  sharp  s  sound,  as  if  it  were  spelled 
"crooce."  Any  outing  or  vacation  trip  is  called 
a  cruise,  and  we  speak  of  cruising  about  town,  out 
west'ard  way,  or  "just  down-along." 

"Cut  of  His  Jib"  — General  appearance,  physique, 
clothes,  and  general  get-up.  By  this  do  we  judge 
of  a  person,  and  "size  him  up." 

D 

"Dandy  Funk"--A  sailor's  pudding— see  sub-title 
"Tid-bits,"  following  this  list. 

"Doctor,  the"— the  name  by  which  the  cook  is  always 
known  at  sea. 

"Douse  the  Glim"— To  put  out  the  light;  not  local, 
but  one  of  the  slang  nautical  terms  which  still  lin- 
gers. 

"Down  Along"  —  Many  Nantucketers,  when  asked  as  to 
where  they  are  bound,  reply  "Oh,  jest  down 
along."  No  one  has  ever  been  able  to  locate  just 
where  this  popular  destination  is  located.  The 
North  Shorer,  the  Upper  Main  Streeter,  or  the 
Chicken  Hiller  means  when  he  uses  it,  that  he  is 
going  down  town.      The    Newtowner    gives    it  the 


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same  meaning,  but  he  also  uses  it  to  express  a 
port  in  the  opposite  direction,  as  when  he  heads 
for  home.  The  Under-the-Banker  also  uses  it  to 
indicate  both  up  town  and  down  town.  We  have 
always  heard  of  people  who  were  going  there,  but 
we  never  knew  any  one  to  arrive.  "Up-along" 
is  sometimes  heard,  but  much  less  frequently. 

"Down  by  the  Head"  —  A  vessel  loaded  heavily  for- 
ward, so  as  to  put  her  bow  too  deep  in  the  water, 
is  said  to  be  "down  by  the  head"  and  the  expres- 
sion is  sometimes  applied  to  a  person  bowed  by  age 
or  infirmity. 

"Drifting  or  Drifting  Round" — Going  aimlessly  from 
place  to  place,  with  no  definite  destination. 

"Draws  Lots  of  Water" — Influential,  substantial,  of 
some   importance. 

E 

"Ease  Off" — To  give  way  slowly,  as  in  argument. 

"Even  Keel" — Upright.  This  expression  is  very  fre- 
quently used  by  the  native  islanders,  and  in  such 
manner  as  the  following:  Passing  a  well-filled 
bowl  of  liquid  to  another,  the  housewife  may  be 
heard  to  say,  "Now  keep  it  on  an  even  keel,  so's 
not  to  spill."  Or  referring  to  some  unstable 
thing:  "I  had  hard  work  to  keep  the  thing  on  an 
even  keel." 

"Everything  Drawing" — Making  the  best  possible 
progress  in  any  enterprise.  It  conveys  the  idea 
that, whatever  a  person  maybe  doing, he  has  called 


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to  his  assistance  every  available  factor  to  facili- 
tate his  work,  as  the  mariner  trims  every  sail  so 
that  it  may  best  catch  the  breeze  and  "draw." 

F 
"Fair  Wind" — In  wishing  well    a    parting    guest,  one 
says,  "A  fair  wind  to  you."       It  is    used    also  in 
speaking  of  a  streak  of  luck,  as  "he  struck  a  fair 
wind." 

"Fall  To" — To  begin  work;  often,  to  begin  eating  a 
meal. 

"Fare"— The  total  catch,  as  "a  big  fare  of  fish." 

"Fast" — Attached.  The  whaleman  and  fisherman  get 
fast  to  whale  or  fish,  while  if  one's  clothing  is 
caught  in  some  projection,  it  is  referred  to  as 
"got  fast  to  an  old  spike"  (or  whatever  the  offend- 
ing projection  may  have  been).  The  term  "make 
fast"  is  to  suggest  attaching  boat,  horse,  any- 
thing to  some  stable  object. 

"Fathom" — To  understand,  grasp  the  meaning  or  to 
penetrate  the  sense  of. 

"Figure  Nine  with  the  Tail  Cut  Off"— That  is,  noth- 
ing; of  no  account  or  consequence. 

"Fin  Out" — "All  in,"  as  we  say  nowadays.  A  dying 
whale  rolled  over  and  showed  his  fin.  So  the 
whalemen  used  to  say,  when  a  man  was  very  sick 
or  badly  hurt,  "he  was  pretty  nigh  fin  out." 

"First"  —  Eager,  anxious;  as  "he  was  quite  first  to  go 


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the  voyage."      This    is  a  curious  and,  apparently, 
quite  local  use  of  this  word. 

"Flax" — To  gad  about,  to  hustle,  as  "flax  around  and 
get  something  on  the  table  for  dinner." 

"Fleet" — To  move,  especially  to  move  over,  to  change 
the  position  of. 

"Foopaw" — A  bungling  job;  to  make  a  foopaw  of  a 
thing  is  to  make  a  mess  of  it.  Said  to  be  a  cor- 
ruption of  the  French  faux  pas,  picked  up  from 
the  French  whalers  in  the  Pacific. 

"Fudge" — To  bother,  to  fool  or  "bamboozle." 

G 

"Gaily" — To  frighten,  to  terrify;  more  often  used  'in 
the  perfect  participle  from  "gallied,"  meaning 
nervous,  uncertain  as  to  what  to  do  next,  "rat- 
tled"— applied  to  a  whale  when  alarmed. 

"Galley" — The  sailor's  name  for  the  cook-house  aboard 
ship;  often  applied  to  the  kitchen  of  a  house. 

"Galley  West" — An  odd  sailor's  expression,  often 
heard,  but  the  origin  of  which  is  obscure.  To 
strike  or  hit  a  thing  so  as  to  demolish  it  or  knock 
it  over  is  to  "knock  it  galley  west."  The  galley 
doubtless  refers  to  the  cook-house.  But  why  west 
rather  than  east,  or  any  other  point  of  the  compass? 

"Gam" — A  social  visit  and  talk.  Originally  this  term 
was  applied  to  a  school  of  whales,  and  its  use  by 
the  whalemen  is  doubtless  derived  from  that 
source.      Whaleships  meeting  at    sea,     often    hove 


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to,  and  the  captains  would  visit  back  and  forth 
during  the  time  the  ships  were  in  company.  Under 
certain  conditions  the  crews  were  allowed  the  priv- 
ilege also.  The  word  was  used  both  as  a  noun 
and  as  a  verb,  and  it  is  still  very  frequently  heard 
among  Nantucketers.  One  says,  ''I  met  so-and-so 
today,  and  we  had  a  grand  gam  together,"  or  "we 
gammed  for  an  hour  or  more." 

"Get  the  Drift"  —  To  catch  the  meaning  of;  also  to 
get  in  touch  with  latest  news  and  gossip,  as  "I'm 
going  down  town  to  get  the  drift." 

"Gingerbread  Cut  the    Right  Way" — Is    an    old-time 

expression  denoting  that  some    matter    has    been 

satisfactorily  settled  for  the  person  under  con- 
sideration. 

"Go  Ashore  to  Windward"  —  Said  of  a  person  who 
would  go  wrong  with  no  excuse. 

"Going  by  the  Board" — Neglected,  decaying,  dilapi- 
dated; a  building,  a  boat,  a  road,  or  a  business 
which  is  not  looked  after  and  taken  care  of  is  said 
to  be  "fast  going  by  the  board." 

"Gone  to  Bottom" — When  a  Nantucketer  drops  a 
thing,  he  is  apt  to  speak  of  it  as  having  gone  to 
bottom. 

"Greasy  Luck" — To  wish  a  whaleman  greasy  luck 
meant  to  wish  him  a  good  voyage,  with  plenty  of 
oil;  hence  the  Nantucketer  uses  it  in  well-wishes 
to  his  friends  in  any  proposed  venture.      To  say  on 


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parting,  "Well,  greasy  luck  to  you!"    is    to    say 
"bon  voyage  I" 

"Greenhorn" — An  inexperienced  person,  a  "tender- 
foot." 

"Gunwale  Deep" — (pronounced  "gunnel  deep")  -Heav- 
ily loaded,  that  is,  loaded  to  the  gunwale,  the  up- 
per edge  of  the  side  of  a  boat. 

H 

"Hail" — To  call  or  speak  to,  as  "I  was  going  by  and 
he  hailed  me."  In  very  common  use  on  the  island 
in  this  sense.  Also  used  as  a  synonymn  for 
"come"  in  such  expressions  as  "Where  do  you 
hail  from?" 

"Half  Seas  Over"— Half  drunk. 

"Hatch" — Applied  to  any  trap  door,  or  a  door  at  the 
head  of  a   flight  of  stairs. 

"Hatches  Battened  Down" — All  secure  and  tightly 
closed  to  keep  the  wind  and  rain  out. 

"Head  Boat"  —  First,  in  the  lead;  used  in  a  compli- 
mentary sense,  as  "he  was  usually  head  boat;"  or 
perhaps  sarcastically,  as  "oh,  she  always  wants 
to  be  head  boat." 

"Home  Port" — The  place  where  one  lives;  much  used 
among  the  island  folk. 

"Head  Wind" — Reverses  or  difficulties  to  be  overcome, 
as  "he's  having  a  head  wind  getting  his  hay  in." 

"Heave" — This  verb  is  used  in  its  various  forms,  in 
the  sense  of  throw  or  cast. 


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"Heave  To" — To  come  to  a  stop;  in  the  perfect  par- 
ticiple form,  "hove  to,"  it  means  stationary,  at  a 
standstill. 

"Heave  in  sight" — To  come  into  view. 

"Heave  your  Anchor  Short" — Get  ready  to  go;  as  the 
hour  grows  late,  and  it's  time  to  go  home,  father 
says  "Come,  mother,  heave  your  anchor  short." 
This  does  not  mean  to  start  at  once,  but  to  get 
wraps,  etc.,  and  prepare  for  departure. 

"Hitch" — This  word  has  many  uses,  both  as  noun  and 
verb,  and  is  indispensable  to  the  islander's  vocab- 
ulary. In  addition  to  its  more  common  uses,  he 
speaks,  perhaps,  of  the  next  hitch,  meaning  the 
next  attempt, or  of  a  hitch  (a  delay  or  obstruction) 
in  the  proceedings.  To  "hitch  along"  is  to  move 
over.      It  is  also  used  to  imply  making  fast. 

"Hoist" — Most  old  Nantucketers  prefer  this  word  to 
either  lift  or  raise.  They  "h'ist"  the  basket  on 
to  the  table,  the  box  into  the  cart,  and  even  the 
food  to  the  mouth.  The  word  has  another  odd  use, 
in  a  sort  of  a  perverted  sense,  meaning  a  fall,  as 
"the  staging  gave  way,  and  he  got  a  bad  h'ist." 
There  seems  to  be  no  explanation  of  this  use  of 
the  term. 

"Hooked  In" — Walking  arm  in  arm.  In  the  old  days 
an  unmarried  couple  seen  on  the  street  "hooked 
in"  were  supposed  to  be  engaged,  and  the  gossips 
would  say  "oh,  they  must  be  engaged,  for  I  saw 
them  on  Main  street  hooked  in." 


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'Hot  Water  and  Ashes  to  Leeward" — To  understand 
that  leeward  (pronounced  looard)  is  the  direction 
in  which  the  wind  is  blowing,  is  sufficient  explan- 
ation of  this  old  phrase  borrowed  from  the  sailors. 

'Hull  Down" — Just  showing  above  the  horizon,  as  the 
masts  and  sails  of  a  ship;  hence  to  see  only  the 
head  and  shoulders  or  the  upper  part  of  a  person's 
body  abuve  a  fence,  a  hedge  or  a  snow  bank,  is  to 
see  him  "hull  down." 

I 
"In  Charge  of  the    Ship" — Applied    to    anyone    upon 
whom  responsibility  rests  during    the    absence    of 
the  owner  or  boss.    It  is  often  used  in  defining  the 
duties  of  a  care-taker. 

"In  the  Doldrums"  —  Making  no  progress;  hence  dull, 
listless,  perhaps  sulky  and  dissatisfied.  The  Dol- 
drums is  the  sailor's  name  for  that  part  of  the 
ocean  near  the  equator,  where,  at  certain  seasons, 
the  winds  are  light,  variable  and  baffling,  with 
calms  and  squalls  interspersed,  and  little  progress 
can  be  made  by  a  sailing  ship. 

"In  the  Suds" — In  the  thick  of  things,  especially  in  a 
social  way,  as  "oh,  she's  right  in  the  suds." 

"It  Takes  a  Voyage  to  Learn" — Equivalent  to  "expe- 
rience is  the  best  teacher."  This  is  often  quoted 
as  an  excuse  for  mistakes  or  inefficiency  due  to  in- 
experience. 


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"Jadehopper" — A  curious  old  word  applied  to  a  lewd 
or  vicious  woman, or  sometimes  to  one  who  is  only 
mischievous  and  lively. 

K 

"Kettle  Halyards,"  or  sometimes  "Kitchen  Halyards" 
—refers  to  domestic  duties, especially  of  a  culinary 
nature  or  work  in  the  kitchen.  In  the  absence  of 
the  mother,  a  child  was  often  left  to  "tend  the 
kettle  halyards. " 

"Keel  Out"  —  Literally,  of  course,  upside  down,  but 
used  to  express  illness,  as  "I've  been  keel  out  for 
a  week  with  the  grip." 

"Know  the  Ropes" — To  be  familiar  with  anything  or 
well  posted.  See  reference  in  Chapter  II  —  "Sea 
Yarns  and  Sayings." 

L 

"Laboring  Oar" — The  heavy  part  of  the  work;  a  per- 
son who  does  more  than  a  fair  share,  as  compared 
with  his  fellows,  is  said  to  "pull  the  laboring 
oar." 

"Land" — As  a  verb,  to  disembark,  or  to  bring  to  the 
shore,  as  "he  landed  a  hundred  fish  today." 

"Last  Out  the  Voyage"  —  Sufficient  for  the  time  set. 

"Late  On  the  Tide" — Delayed,  belated. 

"Lay" — A  share,  a  percentage.  All  whaling  voyages 
were  conducted  on  the  profit-sharing  basis,  each 
man  interested,  from  the  owners  and  captain  down 


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to  the  greenhorn  and  boy,  getting  a  proportionate 
part  of  the  proceeds.  The  word  has  lingered  in 
common  use  in  the  island  speech. 

"Lay  of  the  Land" — The  existing  conditions  and  cir- 
cumstances. To  get  the  lay  of  the  land  is  to  get 
posted  and  acquaint  one's  self  with  all  the  condi- 
tions. 

"Lee  Day" — An  open  or  free  day,  with  no  special  job 
on  hand. 

"Lee  Set"  —  A  low  bank  of  clouds  to  leeward — some- 
times presaging  a  storm. 

" Loaded  to  the  Bow  Thwart" -The  bow  thwart  (the 
cross-seat  of  a  boat)  being  higher  above  the  wat- 
er line  than  the  others,  a  boat  loaded  to  that  point 
was  filled  to  its  reasonable  capacity,  though  not, 
perhaps,  quite  "gunwale  deep."  As  used  by  the 
islanders  it  means  heavily  loaded. 

"Lobscouse" — A  sailor's  dish  —  see  sub-title  "Tid- 
bits," following  this  list. 

"Long-sparred" — A  person  with  long  limbs. 

"Lower" — As  the  old-time  Nantucketer  "h'ists"  most 
everything,  rather  than  raising  or  lifting  it,  so  he 
lowers,  rather  than  handing  down  or  dropping  a 
thing. 

M 

"Marriageable" — The  use  of  this  word  in  a  certain 
sense  by  Nantucketers  seems  to  be  rather  unique. 
A  woman  speaks  of  some  article  of  wearing  appar. 


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el, furniture,  or  household  decoration  as  her  "mar- 
riageable, "  meaning  that  the  dress  was  a  part  of 
her  trousseau,  or  that  the  table  or  picture  was  a 
wedding  present.  Examples:  "Jane  has  kept  her 
marriageable  dress  all  these  years,  and  her  daugh- 
ter will  be  married  in  it;"  or  "that  bureau  was  a 
marriageable  present  from   my  aunt." 

Masthead" —Any  point  high  up,  out  of  reach.  If  a 
spring  roller  shade  winds  itself  to  the  top  of  the 
window,  the  housewife  says,  "  Well,  that's  gone  to 
masthead."  Anything  very  high  up  is  said  to  be 
"masthead   high.  " 

Melzer" — A  sailor's  dish.  See  sub-title  "Tid-bits," 
following  this  list. 

Mess"- — Enough  for  a  meal — As  a  mess  of  clams,  or 
a  mess  of  birds.  When  such  commodities  are 
scarce  they  say,  "it's  hard  to  get  enough  for  a 
mess."  The  word  is  also  used  to  describe  certain 
dishes  for  the  table,  as  "I'll  fix  up  a  mess  for 
dinner,"  that  is,  make  a  chowder  or  a  stew. 

Miss  His  Reckoning"' — To  lose  one's  way,  to  miscal- 
culate, to  make  a  mistake. 

Misstay" — To  make  a  mistake. 

Muckle" — To  work  hard  under  adverse  conditions,  as 
"he  muckled  away  at  it  till  he  finally  got  it 
right;"  also  to  bother  or  disturb,  as  "don't  muc- 
kle me  now. " 

N 
Navigate" — This  word  is  employed  to   express    prog- 
ress by  any  means  of  locomotion,  walking,  riding, 


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driving,  etc.      Bad  walking  is  called  "bad  naviga- 
ting", and  vice  versa. 

"Needs  to  Eat  a  Piece  of  Mad  Dog" — Is  an  ancient 
and  expressive  term  applied  to  a  slow-going, stupid 
person. 

0 

"Odd  as  Huckleberry  Chowder" — Is  an  expressive  lo- 
calism used  as  a  simile  for  extreme  eccentricity. 

"Off" — An  abbreviation  of  "off-island,"  is  very  fre- 
quently heard.  One  often  hears  such  a  remark  as 
"I  haven't  seen  you  lately.  Have  you  been  Off?" 
Still  more  odd  is  the  expression  "when  did  you 
come  On  from  Off?" 

"Off  and  On" — This  very  common  expression  wherever 
the  language  is  spoken  is  undoubtedly  of  nautical 
origin,  meaning  to  steer  a  course  first  away  from 
and  then  toward  the  land.  It  may  frequently  be 
heard  here  in  its  original  sense,  as  "cruising  off 
and  on. " 

"Off -Island  and  Off -Islander" — Words  in  constant  local 
use,  and  of  too  obvious  a  meaning  to  require  defi- 
nition. 

"Off -Soundings" — In  deep  water.  One  who  gets  be- 
yond his  capacity  in  an  argument  is  said  to  be  off- 
soundings,  that  is,  he  can't  "touch  bottom." 

"Old  Coot" — A  rather  disrespectful  name  for  an  old 
person,  as  "there  were  a  lot  of  old  coots  there." 

"Old  Town  Turkey" — The  Nantucketer's  name  for  any 
resident  of  Martha's  Vineyard;   from    the  town  of 


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Edgartown,    which   was    formerly    known    as    Old 
Town. 

''On  Deck" — Alert,  prepared,  ready   for  anything. 

"On  the  Stocks" — In  process  of  completion,  as  "I've 
got  a  job  of  work  on  the  stocks."  On  the  hooks 
has  much  the  same  meaning. 

"On  the  Ways" — Is  used  more  to  imply  illness  or  dis- 
ability from  any  cause,  that  is,  "on  the  ways  for 
repairs.  " 

"Over  the  Bay" — Another  name  for  intoxicated. 

"Over  the  Bulge"  (or  Bilge) — The  crisis  passed;  used 
especially  to  denote  the  successful  accomplishment 
of  the  hardest  part  of    a    job    or    duty. 

P 

"Pass,  the"  — People  on  the  street.  All  Nantucketers 
enjoy  "watching  the  pass." 

"Pernickety" — A  survival  of  old  English  speech, 
meaning  fussy,  particular,  especially  about  trifles. 

"Petered"  or  "Petered  Out" — Used  up;  exhausted. 

"Piggin" — Another  good  old  word,  still  used  to  some 
extent.  It  means  a  small  wooden  tub,  with  hoops, 
and  one  stave  projecting  above  the  rim  to  form  a 
handle;  used  as  a  receptacle  for  flour, meal  or  oth- 
er material.  It  differs  from  a  cannikin  tub,  in 
having  the  long  stave  and  no  cover. 

"Plain  Sailing" — A  nautical  expression  in  general  use 
everywhere,  meaning  good,  easy  going. 


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"Folpisy" — Countrified,  outlandish;  a  very  old  local 
term,  dating  back  to  a  time  when  the  people  of 
that  suburb  were,  perhaps,  less  in  touch  with  the 
civilizing  influences  of  the  island's  metropolis  than 
at  present.  "Don't  act  Polpisy!"  was  said  to  a 
child  who  was  awkward  and  ungainly. 

"Port" — The  left-hand  side;  very  much  used  by  Nan- 
tucket men  and  boys.  Also,  as  a  noun,  to  indicate 
a  place  or  locality,  as  the  last,  next  or  home  port. 

"Put  Out"  —  To  start;  same  as  "set  sail"  or  "get  un- 
der way.  " 

Q 

"Quint" — An  abbreviation  of  quintessence;  applied  to 
a  "pernickety"  old  maid;  from  a  local  saying  de- 
scribing such  a  person,  "she's  the  quintessence  of 
old  maid  stewed  down  to  a  half  pint."  The 
corresponding  adjective  is  "quinty.  " 

R 

"Rantum  Scoot" — A  term,  we  believe,  peculiar  to 
Nantucket,  and  very  old.  It  means  a  day's 
"cruise"  or  picnic  about  the  island,  usually  a 
drive,  but  it  might  be  on  foot.  The  distinctive 
feature  of  such  an  excursion  is  that  the  party  has 
no  definite  destination,  but  rather  a  roving  commis- 
sion, in  which  respect  such  a  trip  differs  from  a 
"squantum"  (which  see  later).  "Rantum"  is 
probably  a  corruption  of  random. 

"Rig,  Rig  Out,  Rig  Up,"  etc.- — These  terms  are  con- 
stantly used    by    the    islanders,  in    common  with 


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most  seafaring  folk,  as  substitutes  for  other  words 
expressing  the  same  meaning  in  use  elsewhere, 
such  as  fix,  arrange,  prepare,  make  ready,  etc. 

"Running  Before  the  Wind" — To  be  favored  by  luck, 
as  of  a  sucessful  man  it  may  be  said  "he's  run- 
ning before  the  wind  now  all  right." 

S 
"Sat  in  the  Butter  Tub" — Said  of  one  who  has    fallen 
into  good  luck,  especially  of  one  who  has  married 
well;   an  expressive  phrase,  to  say  the   least. 

"Scrabble" — Formerly  used  to  express  hustle  and 
haste. 

"Scrap  Islander" — The  name  applied  to  a  Nantucketer 
by  the  people  of  Martha's  Vineyard. 

"Scud" — To  hurry,  to  move  quickly.  A  nauticalism 
much  used  in  general  conversation. 

"Seeing  the  Look" — Noting  a  family  resemblance;  us- 
ually applied  in  the  case  of  children  to  parents  or 
to  other  ancestors.  We  speak  of  seeing  the  "Fol- 
ger  look"  or  the  "Starbuck   look." 

"Set  Sail" — To  start,  to  depart,  to  "get  under  way." 
It  is  not  in  the  literal  or  formal  use  of  these  terms 
that  our  interest  lies,  but  in  their  every-day  fig- 
urative use,  as  "it's  time  to  set  sail  for  home," 
or,  on  the  occasion  of  a  picnic  or  a  cruise,  "there 
were  so  many  things  to  do  we  didn't  'set  sail',  or 
'get  underway'  till  the  middle  of  the  forenoon." 

"She  Rig" — A  contemptuous    term,  reflecting    on    the 


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weaker  sex, applied  to  anything  which  is  not  prop- 
erly made,  set  up  or  put  together— in  direct  oppo- 
sition to 

"Ship  Shape" — Implying  masculine  skill  and  efficiency. 
"Everything  ship-shape"  means  all  in  perfect  or- 
der and  condition. 

"Shooler" — The  old  English  verb  "shool"  is  rarely 
heard,  but  its  derivative,  "Shooler"  is  still  used 
occasionally,  and  is  applied  to  any  one  who  likes 
to  roam  about  the  shores  or  over  the  commons  in 
search  of  a  "mess"  or  a  "voyage"  of  fish,  clams, 
berries  or  game,  or  for  any  other  object. 

"Sign  Articles"  —  To  make  an  agreement  or  contract 
of  any  kind. 

"Skimming  Slicks" — Securing  the  full  limit  of  return 
from  any  effort.  A  "slick,"  as  used  by  the  isl- 
anders, refers  to  the  smooth,  oily  patches  often 
seen  on  the  sea  over  a  school  of  blue-fish,  macker- 
el or  other  surface-feeding  fish,  and  which  exudes 
from  the  small  fish  or  "bait"  on  which  the  school 
are  feeding.  The  full  significance  of  this  term 
will  be  recognized  if  one  stops  to  think  of  the  labor 
necessary  to  skim  the  slick  and  get  all  there  is  in 
it. 

"Skoodle" — To  squat  or  crouch  down;  rarely  heard 
now,  though  in  common  use  fifty  years  ago. 

"Slatch" — A  good  English  word,  though  somewhat  old- 
fashioned;  literally  anjnterval  of  good  weather  in 
an  otherwise   stormy  period;  but  Nantucketers  use 


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it  also  to  express  a  brief  respite  from  labor  or  du- 
ty. An  old-time  Nantucket  housewife,  in  making 
a  neighborly  call  during  the  forenoon,  might  have 
said:  "I  had  a  little  'slatch'  in  my  work,  so  1 
thought  I'd  leave  Melinda  to  'tend  the  kettle  hal- 
yards', and  'clip  in'  for  a  few  minutes." 

"Slurrup" — A  shiftless,  untidy  woman;  a  slattern. 
The  adjective  "slurrupy"  was  also  used  to  de- 
scribe such  a  person 

"Snivver" —  Here's  a  queer  word, still  used  occasional- 
ly. One  says  "I'll  be  over  to  your  house  snivver 
dinner."  The  presumption  is  that  the  speaker 
means  "as  soon  as  ever  I  have  had  my  dinner."  A 
good  definition  would  be:  immediately  after.  We 
have  been  unable  to  find  any  record  of  the  use  of 
this  odd  term  off-island. 

"Sound" — To  inquire  into  or  about,  to  investigate,  as 
"I'll  sound  him,  and  see  how  he  feels  about  it," 
or  "You'd  better  sound  it  carefully  before  decid- 
ing "  Often  used  also  with  the  word  "out,"  as 
"we'll  sound  it  out  first." 

"Speak" — To  communicate  with;  used  in  its  nautical 
sense,  this  verb  is  always  in  a  transitive  form. 
Not  speak  with  or  to  a  person,  (as  in  the  ordinary 
sense)  but  to  speak  him  or  her  (with  no  interven- 
ing preposition).  As  one  ship  speaks  another  on 
the  high  seas,  so  one  Nantucketer  speaks  another 
on  the  street.  As  distinguished  from  "hailing" — 
the  latter  implies  distance    between    the    speaker 


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and  the  speakee,  which  is  net  necessarily  the  case 
in  "speaking' '. 

"Spell  Set" — Difficult  to  define  exactly;  an  islander, 
delayed  by  annoying  circumstances  from  accom- 
plishing any  object  in  view,  will  say  there  was  a 
"spell  set"  against  him.  It  would  seem  to  have 
some  connection  with  the  tides. 

"Spitting  Image"  —  A  rather  inelegant  term,  implying 
a  striking  resemblance,  as  of  a  child  to  a  parent; 
but  why  "spitting"  no  one  seems  to  know. 

"Splice  the  Main  Brace" — Old  English  nauticalism  for 
taking  a  drink ;  always  understood,  afloat  or 
ashore,  by  the  bibulous  brotherhood. 

"Squantum" — Doubtless  of  Indian  origin;  the  Nan- 
tucketer's  name  for  a  party  outing  or  picnic- — dif- 
fering from  a  "rantum  scoot"  (see  before)  in  that 
a  squantum  usually  implies  some  definite  destina- 
tion for  the  cruise. 

"Square  the  Yards"  —  To  settle  up,  to  balance  an  ac- 
count. 

"Stand  Off" — To  keep  away,  to  avoid;  as  a  ship 
stands  off  from  the  shore;  "stand-offish"  is  much 
used  as  an  adjective  to  imply  exclusiveness. 

"Steer  Clear" — To  shun,  to  avoid,  to  keep  away  from, 
to  avoid  colliding  with;  one  of  those  nautical  ex- 
pressions which  is  in  universal  use  ashore. 

"Stingaree" — A  name  given  to  an  annoyingly  persis- 
tent person. 


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•'Strange  Sail"  —  Any  stranger  within  our  gates  is  so 
referred  to. 

"Straight  Wake" — A  bee  line;  as  "the  lad  made  a 
straight  wake  for  home." 

'Struck  by  a  Squall" — Demolished  or  wrecked  by  the 
elements  or  by  any  accidental  means;  anything 
which  is  in  a  tumbledown,  dilapidated  condition 
is  said  to  look  as  if  it  had  been  struck  by  a  squall. 

"Struck  with  the  Dry  Wilt" — A  person  who  looks  seedy 
from  illness  or  other  cause  is  referred  tc  as  look- 
ing as  though  he  was  struck  with   the  dry  wilt. 

T 
"Tack" — To  progress  in  an  uneven  course, as  a  boat  or 
vessel  against  a  head  wind. 

"Tack  Ship" — The  same  as  tack,  but  often  used  like 
"come  about"  to  indicate  a  change  of  course. 

"Talking  Tacks  Aboard"  — Loquacious,  verbose. 

"Tall  as  the  Mainmast"  —  Said  of  a  very  tall  person. 

"Taken  Aback"  —  Surprised,  astonished,  dumbfounded; 

from  a  ship  catching  the  wind  on    the  wrong    si^e 

•  of  its  sails,  when  it  is  said  to  be  "taken  aback." 

"Take  in  Slack" — To  gather  in  the  loose  end;  hence 
to  render  minor  assistance  in  any  operation. 

"Taking  a  Lunar"— To  look  about,  to  observe  condi- 
tions from  the  maritime  custom  of  taking  a  lunar 
observation.  Many  old  Nantucketers  step  out- 
doors every  night  and  "take  a  lunar"  before 
"turning  in." 


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"There  She  Blows"— The  lookout's  cry  on  sighting  a 
whale;  hence  often  used  by  people  of  a  whaling 
community  like  ours  to  denote  the  first  sight  of  a 
thing. 

"There  She  Breaches"  (breaks  water)  "there  she  white 
waters,"  "there  goes  flukes"  (the  tail),  etc.  —  all 
these  various  cries  of  the  lookout,  as  he  watched 
the  whale  while  preparations  were  being  made  for 
its  pursuit,  are  quoted  by  the  old-timers  on  the 
least  provocation  when  any  of  them  can  be  made 
to  fit  the  occasion. 

"This  Latitude" — This  vicinity  or  neighborhood.  Meet- 
ing an  acquaintance  in  some  unaccustomed  part  of 
the  town,  the  islander  asks,  "What  are  you  doing 
in  this  latitude?"  or  "Aren't  you  out  of  your  lat- 
itude?" 

"Three  Sheets  in  the  Wind"  —  Still  another    name    for 

drunk. 
"Tivis" — To  wander  aimlessly  about. 

"Top  Up  Your  Boom" — Get  ready  to  go;  from  the 
custom  of  hoisting  on  the  topping-lift  of  a  fore 
and  aft  sail,  before  hoisting  the  sail   itself. 

"Turn  In  and  Turn  Out" — The  sailor's  universal  terms 
for  going  to  bed  and  getting  up.  Most  island  men 
and  boys  prefer  this  form  to  "retire"  and  "rise." 

"Traipse"  or  "Trapes" — One  of  the  survivals  from 
old-time  speech,  meaning  to  gad  or  gallivant  on  the 
street.  (See  same  under  "Some  Queer  Words  We 
Use"  at  end  of  this  list). 


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"Trim" —  To  load  evenly,  as  a  good  sailor  would 
"trim"  a  boat.     Also,  neat,  natty. 

"Trim  Sail" — To  so  order  affairs  as  to  meet  conditions 
—  as  to  "trim  sail  according  to  your  means,"  that 
is,  to  buy  only  as  you  can  afford. 

"Two  Lamps  Burning  and  No  Ship  at  Sea" — An  old 
saying  used  as  a  rebuke  for  extravngance  of  any 
kind. 

U 
"Under  Way" — Moving,  getting    headway    on;   some- 
times written  (incorrectly, we  think)  under  weigh. 

"Under  the  Window"' — 'By,  at  or  beside  the  window 
seems  to  be  preferred  by  off-islanders,  but  your 
true  Nantucketer  still  sits  "under"  the  window, 
and  "watches  the  pass." 

V 

"Voyage" — To  the  old-time  resident  every  expedition 
is  a  voyage,  and  whatever  results  from  the  voyage 
is  also  a  voyage.  The  term,  so  used,  has  come 
down  from  the  whaling  days,  when  the  number  of 
barrels  of  oil  secured  determined  whether  it  had 
been  a  good  or  a  poor  voyage.  So  today,  if  one 
goes  clamming,  fishing,  hunting  or  berrying,  the 
result  of  his  efforts  is  the  "voyage",  and  on  his 
return,  he  is  asked,  "What  kind  of  a  voyage  have 
you  had?"  or  "Did  you  have  a  good  voyage?" 

"Veer  and  Haul" — To  "back  and  fill",  to  vaccillate, 
like  a  changeable  wind. 


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W 
"Wadgetty" — Fidgety;  nervous. 

"Watch  the  Pass"  —  A  never-failing  source  of  enjoy- 
ment to  a  true  Nantucketer.  Fortunate  is  he  (and 
especially  she)  who  lives  on  one  of  the  main  ave- 
nues of  travel,  where  the  opportunity  for  this  di- 
version is  greatest. 

"Watcher"-- One  who  sits  up  at  night  with  a  sick 
person,  and  attends  to  his  or  her  wants.  In  the 
old  days  there  were  no  trained  nurses,  and,  anyway, 
a  nurse  had  to  do  only  with  babies,  or  possibly 
with  children.  The  invalid  was  usually  cared  for 
by  a  member  of  the  family  during  the  day,  but  at 
night  a  "watcher"  (sometimes  hired,  but  more 
often  a  volunteer)  came  in  and  took  charge.  Af- 
ter a  death,  a  watcher  always  sat  up  with  "the 
remains"  each  night  until  the  funeral. 

"Weather" — This  word  had  several  meanings  in  addi- 
tion to  its  ordinary  significance.  As  an  adjective, 
it  meant  "windward,"  as  the  "weather  bow,"  or 
the  "weather  side"  of  anything.  As  a  verb  it 
meant  to  get  safely  by,  as,  of  a  sick  person,  "if 
he  weathers  the  night,  he  may  pull  through;"  or, 
in  a  financial  sense,  "if  he  weathers  this  year,  he 
may  succeed  in  the  end, ' '  etc. 

"Weather  Eye  Peeled" — Alert,  on  the  watch. 

"When  the  Spirit  Moves" — A  Quaker  term.  No  one 
was  supposed  to  "speak  in  meeting"  unless  the 
Spirit  moved.      Hence  Nantucketers  use  the    term 


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to  indicate  that  they  will  do  a  thing    when    or    if 
the  Spirit  moves,  that  is,  when  or  if  the    inspira- 
tion comes. 
Where  Do  You  Hail  From?" — What  is    your    ''home 
port"  or  place  of  residence? 

Whick-Whack"  — To  dash  hither  and  yon,  as  "He 
was  whick-whacking  back  and  forth,  from  house 
to  barn  and  from  barn  to  house,  all  day." 

Whittle"— To  annoy,  to  tease,  to  pester;  also  some- 
times to  be  nervous  and  uneasy  (see  same  under 
"Some  Queer  Words  We  Use",  at  end  of  this  list.) 

Wide  Berth"— Plenty  of  room;  to  give  a  person  or  a 
thing  a  wide  berth  is  to  shun  or  avoid  him;  to  keep 
well  away  from. 

;  Wilcox" — To  pass  a  restless,  uneasy,  sleepless  night. 
The  expression  "I  wilcoxed  all  night  long"  is  of- 
ten heard  even  now.  (See  same  under  "Some 
Queer  Words  We  Use",  following  this  list.) 

'Wild  as  a  Tuckernuck  Steer"— Wild,  harum-scarum. 
Many  beef  cattle  were  formerly  raised  on  Tucker- 
nuck, and  their  antics,  when  brought  into  the  gay 
metropolis  of  Nantucket  town,  probably  gave  rise 
to  this  expression. 

'Wild  Fowl  Flavor"— Tasty  and  appetizing  food  was 
said  to  "have  a  real  wild  fowl  flavor."  The  dish 
in  question  might  be  a  pie  or  any  kind  of  food, 
but  the  expression  was  used  in  a  complimentary 
sense,  meaning  good,  "moreish." 


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Weather  Sayings. 

Mark  Twain  says  somewhere,  speaking  of  the 
weather,  that  it's  a  thing  we  are  always  talking  about, 
but  nobody  ever  seems  to  do  anything  about  it.  Could 
Mark  have  spent  a  winter  on  Nantucket,  he  might  have 
thought  there  were  times  when  we  talked  of  little  else; 
and  with  reason,  perhaps,  for  it  is  a  matter  of  vital 
consequence  to  us  and  to  all  our  interests.  Many  Nan- 
tucketers  specialize  on  the  subject.  The  first  thing 
they  do  on  rising  in  the  morning  is  to  "take  an  obser- 
vation." Breakfast  has  no  interest  for  them  till  they 
have  looked  at  the  thermometer,  the  barometer,  the 
nearest  weather  vane,  and  the  sky  overhead  This 
done,  plans  for  the  day  may  be  considered.  There  is 
much  weather  lore  among  them.  Any  old-timer  can 
predict  the  weather  for  twenty-four  or  even  forty-eight 
hours  ahead;  and  sometimes  he  hits  it  right,  as  might 
naturally  be  expected.  Perseverance  will  accomplish 
anything. 

In  former  times  there  were  many  wise  saws  con- 
cerning the  weather,  and  some  of  them  are  still  current 
among  the  islanders.  Yet  it  is  a  curious  thing  that  if 
one  starts  out  to  make  a  collection  of  such  sayings,  he 
cannot  find  anyone  who  can  remember  off-hand  more 
than  two  or  three — usually  the  same  ones.  Probably 
some  one  has  a  collection  of  such  sayings,  but  if  so, 
the  compilers  have  been,  up  to  the  hour  of  going  to 
press,  unable  to  locate  it.  A  few,  however,  have  been 
jotted  down,  some  of  which  are  known  to  be  very  old. 
It  is  hoped  that  if  a  second  edition  of  this  book  should 
ever  appear,  the  list  may  be  greatly  extended. 


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One  of  the  things  which  every  old-time  Nantucket- 
er  recognizes  at  sight  is  the  particular  kind  of  a  day 
which  is  known  as  a  "weather  breeder."  It  is  always 
a  perfect  day,  but  not  every  perfect  day  is  necessarily 
a  weather  breeder.  It  is  difficult  to  describe,  and  still 
more  difficult,  to  the  uninitiated,  at  least,  to  recog- 
nize. The  saying,  "There's  always  a  calm  before  a 
storm,"  is  known  the  world  over,  and  the  expression 
has  its  counterpart  in  all  languages.  It  may  be  applied 
to  a  day  as  well  as  an  hour.  Hence  the  "weather 
breeder" --a  fair,  calm  day,  with  a  cloudless  sky,  or  at 
most  a  few  fleecy  white  wisps  far  up  in  the  blue,  when 
distant  objects  stand  out  clearly,  when  Pocomo  Head 
and  Great  Point  hang  suspended  'twixt  sea  and  sky  and 
even  Cape  Cod  may  be  visible  in  mirage.  Everything 
on  or  near  the  water  is  clearly  and  sharply  reflected. 
The  wind  is  usually,  but  not  always,  from  the  east,  for 
though  'tis  said 

"When  the  wind  is  in  the  east 

'Tis  good  for  neither  man  nor  beast," 

we  often  have  some  beautiful  weather  when  the  wind 
is  in  that  quarter — a  fact  which  is,  we  think,  not  gen- 
erally recognized.  But,  as  every  perfect  day  is  not  a 
weather  breeder,  neither  is  every  fair  day  with  an  east 
wind  such.  The  unusual  clearness  of  the  air  is  one  of 
the  best  signs,  for 

"The  further  the  sight  the  nearer  the  rain." 
Toward    night    there    is    quite    apt  to  be  a  "mackerel 
sky,"  and  every  sailor  knows 

"Mackerel  scales, 
Furl  your  sails." 


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And  if  this  condition  is  accompanied  or  followed  by 
"  mares'  tails,"  then  look  out,  for 

"Mackerel  sky  and  mares'  tails 
Make  lofty  ships  carry  low  sails." 

Now  watch  the  barometer  and  remember  that 

"First  rise  after  a  low — 
Squalls  expect  and  more  blow." 

When  the  expected  happens,  observe  it  closely,  for 

"First  the  wind  and  then  the  rain, 
Hoist  your  topsails  up  again." 
But 

"First  the  rain  and  then  the  wind, 
Topsail  sheets  and  halyards  mind!" 

If  it  hauls  to  the  south'ard  a  bit,  and  blows  hard,  be 
prepared  for  what  is  to  follow,  for 

"A  nor' wester  never  dies  in  debt  to  a  southeaster." 
However,  take  comfort  in  the  fact  that,  the  debt  being 
paid,  with  interest, 

"A  howl  from  the  north  brings  a  scream  from  the 
east,  a  whisper  from  the  south,  and  a  song  from  the 
west," 

provided,  of  course,  it  goes  round  that  way;  that  is, 
from  north  to  east,  east  to  south,  etc.  ;  but  if,  on  the 
contrary,  the  wind  "backs,"  that  is,  changes  in  the  op- 
posite direction,  then  you  may  know  that  it  has  all  to 
be  done  over  again,  for 

"Winds  that  change  against  the  sun 
Are  always  sure  to  backward  run." 

1  And  this  never  fails,  for  there  can  be     no    settled 


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weather  (if  there  ever  is  such  a  thing  in  this  latitude) 
until  the  wind  has  gone  round  the  right  way — that  is, 
with  the  sun.  And  to  the  older  islanders  it  is  a  well- 
known  fact  that  there  is  (almost  without  exception)  a 
dead  calm  within  twenty-four  hours  before  or  after  the 
full  of  the  moon. 

A  knowledge  of  these  simple  rules  will  enable  any 
land-lubber  to  set  up  as  a  weather  prophet  with  quite 
as  much  chance  of  establishing  a  reputation  as  if  pic- 
kled in  brine  for  three-quarters  of  a  century. 

The  varieties  of  weather  known  to  Nantucketers 
often  surprise  the  inland  visitor,  who  recognizes  only 
two  kinds,  good  and  bad.  We  have  fair,  good,  fine, 
foul,  dirty,  nasty,  bad,  thick,  rough,  heavy  and  several 
other  sorts,  including  "owlish"  and  "mirogenous. " 
Wind  conditions  are  described  as  dead  calm, stark  calm, 
calm,  light,  puffy,  squally,  heavy,  single-reef,  two-, 
three-  and  close-reef  breezes,  half-a-gale,  gale,  hurri- 
cane, etc.  ;  or  a  wind  may  be  described  as  a  six  or 
eight-knot-breeze,  and  so  on.  Among  those  to  the 
manner  born,  a  "tempest"  means  a  thunder-storm. 
Boxing  the  Compass. 

We  have  our  own  names  for  the  points  of  the  com- 
pass. Many  writers  persist  in  making  the  sailor  man 
say  "nor'east"  and  "sou'east."  None  such  ever  used 
the  words.  He  does  say  "nor' west"  and  " sou' west,  " 
but  north  is  "no'the,"  with  a  long  "o"  and  a  soft 
"th."  Northeast  is  "no'theast,  "  pronounced  the  same 
way  (the  "no'the"  like  the  verb  "loathe.")  South  is 
pronounced  with  the  same  soft  "th"  (like  "mouth" 
when  used  as  a  verb). 


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When  either  north  or  south  is  used  as  an  adjective 
before  the  noun,  however,  each  takes  its  ordinary  dic- 
tionary pronunciation,  as  a  "north  wind,"  or  the 
"south  shore."  It  is  only  when  used  without  the  noun 
that  the  long  "o"  sound  in  "no'the"  and  the  soft 
"th"  in  both  words  are  heard.  Thus  we  say  the  wind 
is  "out  southe,  "  or  "about  no'the" — never  a  "no'the 
wind"  or  the  "southe  shore."  It  is  a  curious  distinc- 
tion, for  which  there  seems  to  be  no  reason  except  cus- 
tom itself.  Then  we  have  "no-no'theast,  "  and  "sou'- 
southeast, "  but  always  "nor'nor'west"  and  "sou'- 
sou'west."  Writers  who  wish  to  apply  the  local  col- 
or correctly  are  urged  to  study  these  forms  carefully,  and 
not  slip  up,  as  most  of  them  do,  on  such  simple  mat- 
ters. "Southe"  is  sometimes  used  as  a  verb,  when 
speaking  of  the  moon,  as  "when  the  moon  southes;" 
and  the  word  "easting"  is  sometimes  heard. 

Underground  Moon. 

And  we  must  not  let  another  lunar  phase  pass  un- 
heeded, as  a  part  of  the  island's  weather  curriculum — ■ 
the  "underground  moon."  Here  we  have  a  strictly 
local  phase  of  the  orb  of  night.  When  the  moon  makes 
a  change  between  the  hours  of  12  and  1  o'clock,  she  is 
classed  as  an  "underground  moon,"  and  the  claim  is 
made  that  foul  weather  is  sure  to  accompany.  Care- 
ful notes  indicate  that  such  conditions  do  result,  but 
that  the  rule  is  not  infallible.  The  real  "under- 
ground" moon  is  when  that  heavenly  body  makes  its 
change  between  the  time  of  setting  and  rising,  and 
between  the  hours  of  12  and  1    o'clock,     being    at    the 


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time  below  the  horizon— or  underground.  The  real 
weather-wise  Nantucketer  holds  quite  tenaciously  to 
the  theory. 

TID  BITS. 
It  would  be  a  mistake  to  fail  to  preserve  here  the 
menu  known  to  whalemen  in  the  early  days.  It  will 
intensify  our  respect  for  our  forbears, who  as  lads  were 
eager  to  risk  all  the  comforts  of  home  to  sail  on  long 
voyages,  knowing  full  well  what  conditions  they  would 
be  compelled  to  meet  The  mess  table  of  those  days 
was  in  strong  contrast  to  what  is  served  Jack  in  these 
days  of  tinned  food-stuffs,  and  the  "tar"  of  today  is 
better  looked  after  in  every  particular,  through  better 
national  and  international  laws  bearing  upon  his  pro- 
tection. 

Lob  Scouse. 
In  the  old  days  Lob  Scouse  was  a  prominent  fea- 
ture of  the  menu  of  a  whaleship.  It  was  a  stew  of 
soaked  hard  tack, pork  fat,  or  "top  o'  the  pot"  (grease 
left  after  boiling  "salt  horse"— beef),  or  any  sort  of 
"slush"  (sailor's  term  for  grease),  boiled  with  molas- 
ses and  water. 

Potato  Scouse 
Was  the  same    as  above,  excepting    that  potatoes  were 
substituted  for  hard-tack. 

Dandyfunk. 
This  appears  to  have  been   a  dish  of  class  on  ship- 
board, made  of  powdered  hard-tack,  molasses  and   wat- 
er and  baked  in  the  oven— evidently  a  sort  of  pudding. 


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Salt  Horse 

(salted  beef)  was  served  twice  a  week,  as    was  boiled 
salt  pork. 

Duff 
Boiled    in    a    cloth,    was    on    the  menu    twice  weekly, 
and  one  day  of  the  seven  gingerbread  was  served. 

Meal  and  Molasses. 

Scalded  yellow  meal  with  molasses  was  served 
daily,  and  occasionally  salt  fish  and  potatoes. 

Whale  scraps  were  occasionally  eaten, and  porpoise 
meat,  and  sometimes  fresh  fish  found  place  on  the  fes- 
tive board;  and  when  they  were  trying  out  a  whale, ad- 
vantage was  taken  of  the  abundance  of  hot  fat  to  do 
more  or  less  frying  in  the  try-pots. 

To  the  whaleman,  salt  beef  was  always  "meat," 
while  pork  was  pork.  As  some  preferred  one  and 
some  the  other,  a  sailor  would  frequently  offer  to  swap 
his  "meat"  for  his  mess-mate's  pork,  or  vice  versa. 
Whalemen  used  to  say  they  varied  their  diet  by  having 
salt  horse  and  hard-tack  one  meal,  and  hard-tack  and 
salt  horse  the  next,  and  so  on. 


Some  Queer  Words  We  Use. 

To  the  student  of  etymology  the  speech  of  the 
Nantucket  people  offers  an  interesting  field.  Here  he 
will  encounter  many  unusual  words  and  expressions 
rarely  found  elsewhere  outside  of  the  dictionary,  and 
not  always  there,  yet  frequently  used  and  perfectly  un- 
derstood by  the  older  generation  of  islanders. 


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In    an    essay    entitled  "Shakespeare's    American- 
isms," Henry  Cabot  Lodge    answers  some  of  the  Eng- 
lish   critics  who  have  referred  rather  slurringly  to  cer- 
tain    alleged    innovations    in    the     mother    tongue    as 
"Americanisms,"  and  proves    conclusively,  by    quota- 
tions from   Shakespeare    and    his    contemporaries,  that 
many  of  these  terms  are  simply    survivals    of  well-rec- 
ognized forms  which  were  in  common  use  in    the    Eliz- 
abethan age  or  even  earlier.      One  such  word  quoted  by 
Mr.  Lodge  is  "fleet,"  used  as    a  verb,  which    he    had 
often  noted  in  Nantucket.      The  primary    definition    of 
this  word,  according  to  the   Century    dictionary,  is  "to 
move  quickly,  "    but  as  it  survives  with  us,  it    is    used 
more  in    its    second    sense,  "to    move    over,  to    move 
along",  or,  in    the    transitive    form,  "to    change    the 
place  of."      An  excellent  example  is    contained    in  the 
story  of  a  Quaker  minister,  who,  noting  that    a  consid- 
erable part  of  his  scattered  congregation    occupied    the 
back  seats,  began  his  discourse  by  saying :  "Come,  fleet 
for'ard,  friends;   there's  too  much  weight    aft."      Cu- 
riously enough  the  Century  Dictionary's  example  is  al- 
most exactly  similar,  to  wit:  "To  fleet  aft  the  crew  of 
a  whale  boat,  that  by  their  weight  they    may    help    to 
keep  the  head  of  the  boat  up  when    a  whale    is    sound- 
ing." 

So  whnn  some  of  our  hypercritical  visitors  are  in- 
clined to  poke  a  bit  of  fun  at  us  for  using  certain  "out- 
landish" words,  it  may  be  wiser  for  them  to  first  con- 
sult the  dictionary  and  make  sure  that  the  word  in 
question  is  not  some  rather  choice  bit  of  pure  old  Eng- 
lish speech. 


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It  may  be  of  interest  to  consider  a  few  of  the 
more  common  examples  of  such  words,  many  of  which 
are  given  in  our  list  of  "Expressions  and  Idioms." 
Few  if  any  of  them  could  yet  be  considered  obsolete, 
and  the  worst  that  could  be  said  of  any  of  them  is  that 
they  are  more  or  less  archaic.  There  is  space  to  men- 
tion only  a  few, which  we  have  arranged  alphabetically. 
Almost  any  old  Nantucketer  can  add  one  or  more  to  the 
list,  which  may  thus  grow  to  a  long  chapter  by  itself 
should  a  second  edition  of  this  book  ever  appear. 

"Clip" — A  Nantucketer  would  say,  "I'll  just 
'clip'  in  to  Mary's  on  the  way  back."  One  meaning 
of  the  verb  clip  is  to  move  quickly,  and  as  our  use  of 
this  term  implies  haste,  or  a  hurried  call,  it  is  doubt- 
less derived  from  that  meaning. 

"Coof" — the  Century  defines  as  "a  lout,  a  cow- 
ard." (Scotch).  Originally  the  word  was  without 
doubt  used  in  a  somewhat  contemptuous  sense,  and  to 
the  resident  of  a  prosperous  urban  community  of  ten 
thousand  people,  such  as  Nantucket  was  seventy  or 
eighty  years  ago,  visitors  from  Cape  Cod  (to  whom  the 
term  was  originally  applied)  might  well  have  seemed 
loutish.  Gradually  the  word  came  to  be  applied  to  any 
off-islander  and  lost  most  of  its  contemptuous  signifi- 
cance, implying  only  a  slight  inferiority  by  reason  of 
the  accident  of  birth  elsewhere  than  on  the  island.  It 
is  a  good  English  word,  which  is  the  main  point. 

"Diddledees" — a  curious  old  word  used  for  pine- 
needles.  This  has  always  been  something  of  a  puzzle, 
but  the  Century  again    helps    us  out:      "Diddledees  —  a 


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shrub  in  the  Falkland  Islands  and  other  Antarctic  re- 
gions used  for  fuel."  As  pine-needles  have  been  used 
as  "kindlings"  by  the  Nantucket  people  for  generations 
past,  may  it  not  be  that  the  word  was  brought  from 
the  Antarctic  by  the  whalers?  In  the  absence  of  any 
better  explanation  of  the  origin  of  the  term, this  theory 
is  advanced  for  what  it  may  be  worth. 

"Flax"  as  a  verb.  The  Century  gives  as  an  ex- 
ample "flax  around,"  which  is  just  the  way  Nantucket 
people  use  it,  meaning  to  gad  about,  or  to  hustle. 

"Fudge" —Long  before  its  use  as  a  noun,  applied 
to  a  certain  kind  of  candy,  our  ancestors  used  this  word 
as  a  verb,  meaning  to  bother  or  plague,  to  fool,  or 
something  like  the  term  "bamboozle."  There  is  a 
story  of  an  old  Quaker  grocer  who  sent  word  to  a  cus- 
tomer who  had  complained  of  the  butter  he  sent  her 
that  "it  was  good  butter,  and  he  would  not  be  fudged 
by  women."  Another  story  tells  of  a  Quaker  who  was 
asked  to  sell  half  of  a  two-cent  pickle  for  one  cent. 
His  reply  was,  "Thee  get  along  now,  thee  can't  fudge 
me."  There  is  a  dictionary  definition,  "to  prod  with 
a  stick,"  from  which  the  local  use  of  the  term  may 
have  been  derived,  but  it  is  a  trifle  obscure. 

"Gam" — Originally  "a  school  of  whales,  "  from 
which  it  was  quite  natural  the  whalemen  should  have 
applied  it  to  a  social  visit  between  ships,  which  is  one 
of  the  Century's   definitions. 

"Gaily" — Though  this  word  has  survived  princi- 
pally in  the  perfect  participle  form,  "gallied,"  it  was 
also  used  in  the  present  and  other  tenses.    It  is  a  vari- 


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ation,  recognized  in  the  dictionary,  of  the  good  old  Eng- 
lish verb  gallow,  to  frighten  or  terrify.  "The  wrath- 
ful skies  gallow  the  very  wanderers  of  tht  dark."  — 
Shakespeare. 

"Meeching" — Is  another  word  often  noted.  The 
dictionary  gives  "skulking,  sneaking,  mean,"  which  is 
just  the  sense  we  give  it  in  Nantucket. 

"Muster" — Not  as  applied  to  the  military,  but  to 
any  group  or  assemblage  of  people,  as  "quite  a  mus- 
ter," which  is  a  secondary  definition  of  the  term  in  the 
dictionary,  and,  we  think,  rather  unusual  "off -island." 

"Perceive" — No  word  causes  more  comment,  per- 
haps, among  our  visitors  than  this;  not  of  course  the 
word  itself,  but  the  way  Nantucketers  use  it.  It  is 
difficult  to  define  the  exact  shade  of  difference  between 
our  use  of  the  word  and  that  of  others.  With  us  it 
means  something  more  than  to  see  or  discern,  or  even 
to  notice.  It  means  rather  to  grasp  or  "take  in.  "  For 
example  if  one  speaks  to  an  old  islander,  he  or  she,  as 
recognition  dawns,  says:  "Oh,  how  do  you  do!  I 
didn't  perceive  you  at  first."  It  is  perfectly  obvious 
that  he  saw  you,  but  it  required  something  more,  the 
use  of  some  other  sense  or  senses,  and  possibly  some 
slight  lapse  of  time,  to  perceive  you.  In  view  of  this 
use  of  the  word,  the  Century  Dictionary  definition  is 
very  interesting:  "to  become  aware  of,  to  have  knowl- 
edge of."      And  again  "specifically,  to    come    to  know 

through  the  organs   of  sense When    we 

perceive,  the  object  is  actually  before  us,  appealing  to 
various  sense  organs."       Is  it  not  curious  that  this  ex- 


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act  distinction,  subtle  as  it  is,  should  have  survived 
among  us, to  be  frequently  remarked  upon  by  outsiders? 
"Perceivance" — In  a  similar  sense  this  word  still 
persists  in  the  speech  of  Nantucketers.  Is  it  ever  heard 
elsewhere?  The  dictionary  gives  an  example  from  Mil- 
ton :  ''The  senses  and  common  perceivance  carry  this 
message  to  the  soul.  "  When  a  Nantucket  woman  of 
the  old  regime  wishes  to  convey  the  idea  that  she  scorn- 
fully ignored  some  slighting  remark,  she  says  with  dig- 
nity :  "Yes,  I  heard  it,  but  I  took  no  perceivance  of  it." 

"Pernickety" — When  a  Nantucket  person  calls 
another  pernickety,  it  strikes  an  outsider  as  provincial 
or  even  as  if  the  word  might  have  been  coined  for  the 
occasion;  but  again  the  Century  justifies  us  as  follows: 
"Pernickety — precise  in  trifles,  fussily  particular,  es- 
pecially about  dress  or  trifles," — which  is  exactly  how 
we  use  the  term. 

"Porch"-- Applied  to  an  ell  kitchen.  A  summer 
cottager  who  instructed  the  native  man-of  all-work  to 
sweep  and  clean  the  porch  accused  him  of  stupidity 
when  she  returned  an  hour  or  two  later  to  find  her 
kitchen  nicely  cleaned,  while  the  veranda  remained  in 
the  same  disorder  as  when  she  went  out.  Each  knew 
what  a  porch  was,  but  each  had  something  quite  differ- 
ent in  mind.  The  word  porch  is  defined  as  "a  covered 
way  or  entrance,  whether  enclosed  or  unenclosed."  In 
ecclesiastical  architecture,  where  it  presumably  origi- 
nated, it  describes  the  covered  and  usually  enclosed  en- 
trance built  on  to  a  church  or  cathedral  -for  all  the 
world,  in  general  outline  and  appearance,  like    the    ell 


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kitchen  of  a  typical  old  Nantucket  house,  succeeding 
the  "lean-to"  in  the  very  old  ones.  The  use  of  the 
word  as  applied  to  a  veranda  is  modern  U.  S. ,  and 
more  or  less  local  at  that.  So  the  Nantucketer  may 
have  been  nearer  right  than  his  employer.  The  room  over 
this  style  of  kitchen  was  always  "the  porch  chamber." 

"Scrimshont" — A  curious  word, of  which  the  orig- 
inal is  said  to  have  been  scrimshaw.  The  dictionary 
defines  it  in  effect  as  any  fine  or  delicate  mechanical 
work,  especially  the  carving  on  shells  or  ivory  done  by 
sailors.  Many  fine  examples  of  "scrimshonting"  may 
still  be  seen  in  some  of  the  old  Nantucket  homes,  and 
the  Historical  Association  has  some  excellent  speci- 
mens in  its  collection. 

"Scrouge"  is  another  survival,  meaning  "to 
squeeze,  to  press,  to  crowd,"  especially  in  a  financial 
way,  as  by  a  creditor  in  dealing  with  a  debtor.  Did 
Dickens,  perhaps,  have  it  in  mind  when  he  named  his 
central  character  in  the  "Christmas  Carol?" 

"Serve"  —  If  a  Nantucket  woman  breaks  her 
broomstick  or  mop-handle,  she  fits  the  pieces  together 
and  asks  her  husband  or  some  other  man  to  "serve"  it. 
If  he  is  a  sailor  he  knows  what  she  means,  and  he  does 
a  wonderfully  neat  job.  He  does  not  need  to  look  in 
the  dictionary,  where  he  might  learn  that  it  means  "to 
bind  or  wind  tightly  with  small  cord  or  marline;"  but 
unless  he  is  a  sailor,  or  has  been  taught  by  a  sailor,  he 
cannot  do  it  without  having  at  least  one  of  the  ends,  if 
not  both,  showing  when  the  work  is  finished.  It  is  a 
fine  art  when  properly  done. 


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"Shod,"  according  to  the  dictionary,  means  "to 
saunter  about,  to  loiter  idly"  — a  favorite  pastime  with 
the  "shooler,"  who  is  a  well-known  character  in  the 
local  vernacular. 

"Slatch" — A  word  still  in  quite  common  use  on 
the  island  among  the  older  people.  It  means  "a  short 
gleam  of  fine  weather,  an  interval  in  a  storm."  When 
caught  away  from  home  in  a  heavy  rain,  we  plan,  if 
possible,  to  "wait  for  a  slatch"  before  starting  to  re- 
turn. The  term  is  also  sometimes  used  in  the  sense  of 
a  respite  from  labor,  as  "I  had  a  slatch  in  my  work, 
and  I  thought  I'd  run  over  and  see  you.  " 

"Sliver"— (pronounced  with  a  long  "i")— Ask 
your  city  fish  man  to  sliver  a  flounder,  a  plaice  fish  or 
a  scup  for  you,  and  there's  one  chance  in  ten,  if  he's 
not  an  old  fisherman  himself,  that  he  will  know  what 
you  mean;  yet  the  dictionary  defines  it  exactly:  "to 
cut  each  side  of  a  fish  away  in  one  piece  from  the  head 
to  the  tail,  which  is  the  only  proper  way  to  clean  eith- 
er of  the  fish  mentioned,  as  every  Nantucketer    knows. 

"Stir",  as  a  noun — This  may  be,  strictly  speak- 
ing, less  distinctively  local  than  some  of  the  other 
terms,  but  it  is  doubtful  if  it  is  used  as  frequently  in 
this  sense  elsewhere  as  here.  One  says,  for  instance, 
"I've  been  down  town,  but  there  isn't  much  stir." 
The  word  means  "activity,  bustle,  movement,  action, 
commotion,  excitement"— all  of  which  are  included  in 
the  thing  which  is  lacking  in  the  sentence  quoted. 

"Traipse",  or  "trapes"  is  another  verb  which 
Nantucketers  still  use  frequently  in  the  exact  sense  au- 


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thorized  by  the  Century:  ''To  gad  or  flount  about 
idly."  It  includes  a  little  of  the  meaning  of  both 
"flax"  and  "shool"  above  given,  with  something  add- 
ed, but  it  implies  something  rather  less  reputable  than 
either  of  those  terms.  To  say  that  a  woman  "traipses" 
up  and  down  Main  street  comes  dangerously  near  slan- 
der on  our  island. 

"Whittle" — There  seems  to  be  no  good  authority 
for  our  use  of  this  word,  meaning  to  fuss,  to  get  un- 
easy;  also,  sometimes,  to  tease,  to  pester.  One  says, 
"Well,  it's  time  to  go.  Mother'll  be  whittling." 
What  child  of  a  Nantucket  mother  hasn't  been  told, 
when  he  had  exhausted  her  patience  to  the  point  of  ex- 
asperation by  teasing  for  something,  "Oh,  stop  your 
whittling!" 


Many  other  words  are  less  easy  to  place,  though 
every  old  Nantucketer  will  recognize  some  if  not  all  of 
them. 

"Bungy" — "Where  you  going?"  "I'm  going  to 
Bungy."  What  and  where  is  Bungy?  The  impression 
seems  to  be  that  the  reply  is  a  rather  saucy  one — al- 
most as  if  to  say,  "None  of  your  business." 

"Flink" — "I'm  going  out  on  a  flink,"  meaning  a 
good  time.  May  it  be  a  corruption  of  "fling"  some- 
times used  in  a  similar  sense? 

"Huddle" — An  old-time  name  for  a  dance  or  ball. 
All    the  old-timers  will  recall  "Handy's  huddles." 


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"Muckle" — See  Expressions  and  Idioms.  Origin 
obscure. 

"Rantum-scoot"  — Does  it  mean  to  scoot  at  ran- 
dom? That  is  the  implication  of  the  term,  as  used. 
Who  knows? 

"Skoodle" — To  crouch,  to  squat.  There  seems  to 
be  no  authority  for  this,  though  long  in  common  use. 

"Slurrup" — A  slattern;  the  adjective  was  "slur- 
rupy."  There  is  a  definition  (Provincial  English)  of 
slur,  meaning  "mud,  especially  thin,  washy  mud."  A 
possible  connection  suggests  itself. 

"Strams"— Children;  not  common,  but  apparently 
authentic.      Whence  came  it? 

"Wilcox" — Much  used  in  Nantucket  formerly,  to 
describe  an  uneasy,  sleepless  night.  To  this  day  the  old 
folks  (and  some  of  the  young  ones)  say;  "I  couldn't 
sleep.  I  wilcoxed  all  night  long."  It  has  been  sug- 
gested that  the  term  originated  with  a  story  of  some 
family  named  Wilcox  who,  having  an  overplus  of  com- 
pany one  night,  slept  four  or  five  in  a  bed,  with  the 
natural  result  that  no  one  slept  at  all. 

Unlike  most  rural  New  Englanders,  including  even 
Cape  Cod  coofs,  your  Nantucketer  never  "cal'lates, " 
though  some  writers  have  made  him  ^do  so,  by  implica- 
tion, in  their  attempts  to  reproduce  the  local  dialect. 
Nor  does  he,  like  the  Southerner,  "reckon.'  Most  as- 
suredly he  never,  like  the  Englishman,  "fancies."  He 
does  sometimes  "guess"  (which,  by  the  way,  is  one  of 
the  "Americanisms"  which  Mr.  Lodge  proves  by  sever- 


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al  examples  has  a  good  Shakespearean  origin  and  au- 
thority) ;  but  he  employs  a  much  more  elegant  and  dig- 
nified phrase  than  either  of  these.  He  "presumes  like- 
ly." That  is  his  particular  contribution  to  the  many 
variations  of  the  word  think.  He  prefaces  most  of  his 
opinions  with  the  phrase,  as  "I  presume  likely  the  boat 
will  be  late  tonight;"  and  if  you  ask  him  almost  any 
question  requiring  anything  short  of  a  positively  affirm- 
ative reply,  he  answers  it:  "I  presume  likely." 
There  is  something  akin  to  the  Scotchman's  well-known 
reluctance  to  make  any  unqualifiedly  positive  statement 
in  the  Nantucketer's  use  of  this  phrase,  and  he  keeps  it 
handy  for  all  occasions. 

Nantucketers  never  sit  at  the  window  or  by  the 
window,  but  always  "under"  the  window.  There  is 
perhaps  no  phrase  which  is  more  often  noted  in  our 
speech  than  this,  and  we  who  use  it  are  often  asked  to 
explain  or  even  to  demonstrate  just  how  we  sit  under 
the  window.  The  answer  is,  obviously,  that  as  Nan- 
tucket windows  are  usually  rather  high  from  the  floor, 
as  we  sat  by  or  at  one  of  them, we  are  under  them, just 
as  the  wall  paper  or  the  baseboard,  or  even  the  floor, 
for  that  matter,  is  under  them — which  only  goes  to 
prove  that  whatever  may  be  said  of  us,  we  are  never 
in  the  wrong.      Let  him  who    can  prove    the  contrary. 

We  might  go  on  indefinitely  citing  peculiarities  of 
the  local  dialect,  if  such  a  term  may  be  used  in  this 
connection ;  but  it  would  need  another  book  to  pursue 
the  subject  to  its  limits,  and  the  limitations  of  our 
space  forbid.  But  we  cannot  close  without  a  word 
about  what  is  known  as  "the  Nantucket    yes    marm," 


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which,  after  all,  is  no  more  Nantucket  than  Cape  Cod, 
or  anywhere  else,  for  that  matter;  though  we  are  just- 
ly accused  of  using  it  more  generally  and  more  univer- 
sally, perhaps,  than  other  people.  Though  rather  in- 
formal, it  is  good  English,  strange  to  say.  To  refer 
once  more  to  our  Century  Dictionary,  we  find 
"h'm-h'm— a  murmur  of  assent."  Nantucketers  do 
not  say  "h'm-h'm,"  but  "m'm-h'm"—  that  is,  there 
is  no  aspirated  sound  on  the  first  syllable,  but  only  on 
the  second.  The  lips  are  kept  tightly  closed,  and  the 
sound  comes  through  the  nose.  One  has  only  to  listen 
to  a  modern  Nantucketer  "murmuring  assent"  over  the 
telephone  to  realize  how  fixed  the  habit  is  with  all  of 
us. 


Chapter  XL 

FLOTSAM  AND  JETSAM. 

A  queer  old  couplet,  sometimes   quoted    by    the  old- 
timers,     though    no    one    seems    to    know  how  or 
where  it  originated: 

''First  a  feast,  and  then  a  famine, 

And  then  out  on  the  banks  a-clammin'." 


That  the  old-time  speech  of  the  island  people  has 
not  entirely  passed  out  of  use,  is  proved  by  a  compara- 
tively recent  experience  of  a  family  who  were  looking 
for  an  apartment  for  the  summer.  Having  hesitated 
about  taking  the  upper  floor  of  one  of  the  old  houses,  on 
the  ground  that  it  was  not  quite  large  enough  for  their 
needs, the  lady  of  the  house  offered  to  "heave  in  a  room 
up  garret,"  which  served  to  clinch  the  bargain. 

Whalers'   "Shop  Talk." 

About  the  year  1800,  a  Boston  man,  on  returning 
from  a  visit  to  Nantucket,  told  his  friends  that  he  had 
never  heard  of  such  a  barbarous,  cold-blooded  lot  of 
people  as  those  islanders.  When  asked  to  explain,  he 
replied:  "Well,  I'll  tell  you  a  little  conversation  I 
overheard  on  the  wharf  between  two  apparently  respec- 
table citizens.      One  said  to   the    other,  'Have  you  sold 


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your  head?'  to  which  the  other  replied,  'No,  not  yet; 
I've  sold  my  body  and  my  bone,  but  I'm  waiting  for  a 
better  offer  for  my  head!' 

A  Division  of  Labor. 
After  the  fight   between    the    American    privateer 
Prince  of  Neufchatel  and  the    boats    from    the    British 
frigate  Endymion,  off  the  south  side  of  Nantucket,  dur- 
ing the  war  of    1812,  many  wounded  men  were    landed 
on  the  island.      Among  them  were   two    shipmates,  one 
of  whom  had  lost  a  hand,  while    the  other  had  been  hit 
in  the  jaw  by  a  musket  ball.        Being  asked  out  to  din- 
ner with  others  of  their  comrades,  they  both   suffered  a 
serious  handicap  in  competition  with   their  more    fortu- 
nate messmates,  who  were  all   too    busy  to  notice  their 
predicament.      Finally,  he  of  the    one    hand    addressed 
him  of  the  broken  jaw  with,  "I    say,  Jack,  you    can't 
grind,  and  I  can't  carve,  so  what  do  you  say  to  splicing? 
You  cut  for  me,  and  I'll  chew  for  you." 
That  Second-Harid  Pulpit. 
There  are  several  different  versions    of    this    tale, 
two  or  three  of  which  have  found    their  way    into    the 
Scrap  Basket.      They    vary,  however,  only    as    to    the 
store  where  it  happened,  and  the  place  where  the  pulpit 
came  from.      The  story  is  that  a    certain    shop-keeper, 
who  shall  be  nameless,  carried  such  a  varied  line  that  it 
was  hard  to  think  of  anything  which  he    could  not  pro- 
duce        So  famous  in  this  respect  did  the  shop    become 
that  finally  a  wager  was    made    between    two    citizens 
that  one  could  not  ask  for  anything  which  the    proprie- 
tor did  not  have  in  stock.      Going    into    the    store,  the 


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spokesman  said:  "We've  called  to  see  if  you  happened 
to  have  a  second-hand  pulpit."  "Why,  yes,"  was  the 
reply;  "now  you  speak  of  it,  I  believe  I  have;  but  I 
never  expected  to  sell  it,  and  I'd  pretty  near  forgotten 
I  had  it.  When  they  took  down  the  old  Teazer  Meeting 
House,  I  bought  the  pulpit,  and  I've  got  it  up  garret. 
I'll  bring  it  down."  The  loser  paid  his  bet,  and  paid 
for  the  pulpit  as  well,  though  "he  had  no  more  use  for 
it  than    Nick  Meader  had  for  his  teeth." 

Not  Too  Much  at  a  Time. 

Uncle  James's  son  Theophilus,  who  was  in  "for- 
eign parts,"  wrote  a  letter  to  his  mother.  After  the 
lamp  was  lighted  in  the  sitting  room,  she  put  on  her 
specs,  and  sat  down  to  read  it  aloud  to  the  family.  Af- 
ter she  had  read  a  page  or  two  Uncle  James  stopped 
her,  saying,  "There,  that'll  do  for  this  time,  mother; 
now  put  it  on  the  mantel,  put  the  whetstone  over  it, 
and  finish  reading  it  tomorrow."  Being  a  dutiful 
wife,  she  obeyed,  and  the  family  had  to  wait  for  the 
second  installment. 

Twisted. 

Reuben  Clark,  who  was  famous  as  a  gunner,  lived 
at  the  foot  of  Mill  Hill.  One  day  a  boy  saw  a  fish- 
hawk  light  on  the  topmost  point  of  the  mill-vane. 
Greatly  excited,  he  ran  down  the  hill,  banged  on  the 
door  of  the  Clark  domicile,  and  yelled:  "Reub  Gun, get 
your  dark,  and  shoot  the  mill-vane  on  the  fish-hawk!" 

This  reminds  us  of  the  time  Hiram's  pig  escaped, 
when  Uncle  Isaac,  his  father-in-law,  called    out,  "Hi- 


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ram!  Hiram!     Half  a  dozen  hammers  and  a  board-nail, 
quick!     The  pig's  under  the  gate!" 

Question  Not  Debatable. 

Richard  Macy,  father  of  Zaccheus,  had  engaged  to 
marry  Alice  Paddack,  a  single  woman,  he  being  at  the 
time  about  80  years  old.  On  telling  his  son  Caleb  of 
his  intention,  the  latter  remonstrated  on  account  of  his 
father's  great  age,  whereat  Richard  told  Caleb  that  he 
misapprehended  the  reason  for  his  call ;  he  had  not  come 
to  consult  him  or  to  get  his  concurrence — he  merely 
came  to  inform  him  that  he  should  marry  Alice  Pad- 
dack. 

More  Good  Things  from  the  Inquirer. 

This  advertisement  appeared  in  the  Inquirer  of 
March  11,  1823: 

Wanted 

"Smart,  native,  honest  Lad  of  from  12  to  16 
years  of  age,  who  writes  a  good  hand  and  is  acquainted 
with  figures,  to  attend  in  a  West  India  Goods  Store. 
No  compensation  will  be   allowed." 

What  a  temptation  to  an  ambitious  boy  to  enter  a 
mercantile  life ! 


The  Inquirer  of  October  5,  1833,  quotes  the  fol- 
lowing native  poetry,  transcribed  from  a  shutter  on  a 
local  grocery  store : 

"New  Cider  Sweat  and  good 

Pleas  to  trye  it  if  you  would 

Apples  Paires  and  Peaches  too 

As  good  frute  as  ever  grew 

Oysters  fine  as  ever  you  saw 

You  can  have  them  cook't  or  take  them  raw. " 


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Cured  of  "Playing  Sick." 

The  Mirror  of  Feb.  28,  1846,  tells  of  an  old  Nan- 
tucket ship  captain  "now  located  far  away,"  who,  be- 
ing applied  to  by  a  lazy  sailor  for  some  medicine, 
said  that  he  cut  up  a  head  of  tobacco,  steeped  it  in  a 
pint  of  black  fish  oil,  administered  it,  and  "put  such  an 
injunction"  upon  the  fellow  that  he  never  troubled  him 
again. 

Rich,  but  Humble. 

There  is  a  story  which  has  been  attributed  to  sev- 
eral different  local  plutocrats  at  various  times,  but  the 
story  itself  is  probably  older  than  some  of  its  alleged 
heroes.  It  first  appeared  in  the  Worcester  Yeoman  in 
November,  1828,  and  was  related  as  an  example  of  the 
democracy  existing  in  Nantucket.  Some  strangers, 
landing  at  the  wharf,  noticed  two  elderly  men  with  a 
cart,  and  at  once  piled  their  luggage  aboard  and  or- 
dered it  delivered  at  a  certain  boarding  house  in  the 
town.  When  the  cart  arrived,  the  strangers  ordered 
the  various  articles  disposed  of  according  to  their  wish- 
es, but  on  asking  for  the  bill,  their  surprise  may  be 
imagined  when  they  were  informed  that  there  was  no 
charge  for  the  service  and  that  if  any  further  work     of 

the    kind    was  needed,    to  call  on  Mr. and    Capt. 

.  Inquiry  soon  revealed  the  fact  that  the  strang- 
ers had  employed  two  of  the  richest  men  on  the  island, 
who  seemed  to  enjoy  the  joke  even  more  than  their  em- 
ployers, who  had  profited  by  the  service  rendered. 


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Gatherings. 

The  late  John  Rand,  remembered  as  an  incorrigible 
joker,  was  one  of  the  many  Nantucket  men  who  enlist- 
ed early  in  the  Civil  war,  going  out  with  the  Twentieth 
Regiment,  M.  V.  M.,  as  a  member  of  Company  I.  The 
examining  surgeon  asked  him  if  he  had  ever  had  any 
serious  illness,  to  which  John  replied  that  when  he  was 
a  boy  he  used  to  have  "gatherings  in  his  head." 
Finding  no  sign  of  any  such  trouble  he  was  asked  what 
had  been  done  to  cure  it.  "Why,"  he  replied,  "my 
mother  used  to  treat  'em  with  a  fine-tooth  comb!" 
John  was  accepted. 

Knew  the  Exact  Spot. 
"Where  did  you  get  such  a  bad  cold?"  was  asked 
of  a  Nantucket  man  who  was  obviously  suffering  in 
that  respect.  "  Well,  I'll  tell  you  where  I  got  it," 
was  the  reply.  "It  was  right  between  John  Shaw's 
house  and  Roland  Folger's  shop." 

Height  of  His  Ambition. 

One  day  Jake  E was  heard  to  say:     "Wish  I 

had  a  million  dollars."  "What  would  you  do,  Jake, 
if  you  had  a  million  dollars?"  "I'd  go  right  down 
to  auction  and  buy  a  d— d  great  piece  of  corned  beef," 
was  the  response. 

*  Epitaphs  Which  Might  Have  Been. 
In  an  interesting  letter  to  his  cousin,  Keziah 
Coffin,  Benjamin  Franklin  suggested  these  two  epitaphs 
—  the  first  for  his  parents,  and  the  second  for  himself. 
They  were  printed  in  The  Nantucket  Inquirer,  January 
26,  1824. 


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Josiah  Franklin 

And  Abiah,  his  wife, 

Lie  here  interred. 

They  lived  loveingly  together  in  Wedlock 

Fifety-five  Years 

And  without  an  Estate  or  gainfull  Imployment 

by  constant  Labour  and  honest  Industry 

With  God's  Blessing 

Maintained  a  large  Family  comfortably  and 

brought  up  thirteen  Children  and  seven 

Grandchildren 

Reputably. 

From  this  Instance  Reader 

be  encouraged  to  Dilligence  in  thy  Calling 

And  distrust  not  Providence. 

He  was  a  Pious  and  Prudent  Man 

She  was  a  diligent  and  Virtuous  Woman 

Their  youngest  Son 

In  filial  Regard  to  their  Memory 

Places  this  Stone — 

J.  F.  horn  1655  died  1744 

A.  F.  born  1666  died  1752 


The  Body  of  B.  Franklin 

Printer 

Like  the  Cover  of  an  old  Book 

Its  Contents  torn  out 

And  stript  of  its  Lettering  and  Gilding 

Lies  here  Food  for  Worms 

But  the  Work  shall  not  be  lost 

It  will  (as  he  believes)  appear  once  more 

In  a  new  and  more  beautiful  Edition 

Corrected  and  Amended 

By  the  Author. 

He  was  born  Jan.  6,  1706.   And 

died  17— 


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Non  Persona  Grata. 

Here  is  a  copy  of  an  official  warrant  issued  by  the 
Selectmen  of  Sherborn,  in  1738: 

Nantucket,  ss.   To  the  Constables  of  the  Town  of  Sher- 
born, or  either  of  them,  &c : 

Information  being  made  to  us,  the  subscribers,  that 
Marther  Broadbrook  of  the  County  of  Barnstable  is 
landed  into  this  town  in  order  to  take  up  her  abode 
here,  which  is  like  to  be  of  ill  consequence  if  not  time- 
ly prevented : 

These  are  therefore  to  order  you  or  either  of  you 
to  warn  the  said  Marther  Broadbrook  immediately  to 
depart  this  town  or  to  expect  the  severity  of  the  law  in 
that  case  made  and  provided,  and  make  Return  of  this 
order  to  either  of  us  as  soon  as  may  be. 
The  22nd  of  the  6th  month,  1738. 

Jabez  Bunker, 
Nathan  Folger, 
Thomas  Macy, 
Richard  Coffin, 
John  Macy, 
Paul   Starbuck, 
Ebenezer  Barnard, 

Selectmen. 
On  the  back  of  this  order  is  the  following  endorse- 
ment : 

Nantucket,  Sherborn,  August  29,  1738,  Pursuant 
to  this  warrant  this  day  warned  the  within  Marther 
Broadbrook.      (The  signature  is  illegible.) 


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A  Quiet  Hint. 

An  old-time  grocer  of  the  island  disliked  loafers 
in  his  store,  and  posted  the  following  placard  conspicu- 
ously : 

"Right  Man  in  the  Right, 

Place- 
Husband   at  Home  in  the 
Evening." 


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A  Rhymed  Resume. 

The  following  lines,  which  portray  traits  of  many 
old  Nantucket  families,  were  written  by  Matthew  Bar- 
ney, and  read  at  the  Coffin  family  gathering  and  cele- 
bration, 1881. 

Ho!  children  of  "Scrap  Island*',  hear, 

Leave  each  your  avocation ; 
Come,  gather  in  the  old  home  dear; 

Let's  have  a  Celebration. 

Two  hundred  years  have  passed  away, 

Since  came  the  pair  of  Macys, 
And  from  that  stock  we  show,  today, 

A  troop  of  smiling  faces. 

Old  Tristram  Coffin's  name  we  find 

A  regiment  could  furnish, 
And  Mary  Starbuck's  strength  of  mind 

Lives  other  minds  to  burnish. 

Come,  Rays  and  Russells,  leave  your  trade, 

There's  fun  for  coopers   brewing; 
Nantucket  sons  and  daughters  staid 

Old  friendships  are  renewing. 

Come,  knowing  Folgers,  'tis  said  you  need 

In  labor's  line  true  grit, 
So  to  our  invite  please  take  heed, 

There's  less  of  work  than  wit. 

Come,  Colemans,  for  the  name  recalls 
Thoughts  of  the  good  old  preacher; 

Tho'  seldom  found  in  college  halls, 
Yet  truth's  your  sterling  feature. 

Come,  Coffins,  noisy,  fractious,  loud, 

We  can  excuse  your  manner ; 
Of  all  the  names  that  homeward  crowd 

I'm  sure  yours  take  the  banner. 


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Come,  silent  Gardners,  slow  and  sure, 
Leave  business  whilst  you're  gamming; 

If  one  week's  play  you  can't  endure, 
We'll  find  you  work  at  clamming. 

Come,  quiet,  honest  Husseys,  too, 

(From  Christopher  descended) 
We  shall  not  get  a  speech  from  you  — 

Least  said  is  soonest  mended. 

Come,  Mitchells,  good,  the  old  rhymes  say, 
(I  suppose  it  means  at  writing) 

Let's  have  a  poem  for  the  day, 
Rich,  joyous  and  delighting. 

Come,  Barkers,  you  are  rated  proud, 
We  know  you  have  some  humor; 

Just  lend  a  hand;   we'll  show  the  crowd 
This  gathering's  not  mere  rumor. 

Come,  Macys,  of  the  good  old  stock  — 
The  first  that  trod  our  shores — 

From  that  good  pair  has  sprung  a  fleck 
That's  counted  now  by  scores. 

Don't  fail  to  come,  we  do  insist: 

This  is  not  all  a  fable, — 
We'll  put  you  down  upon  the  list 

At  the  " pudding' '  place  at  table. 

Come,  Swains,  'tis  said  a  grouty  set 
(Perhaps  there  is  some  reason); 

You  grumble  if  a  chance  you  get, 
Both  in  and  out  of  season. 

Come,  Barnards,  quiet  in  your  mien, 

In  general,  civil-spoken; 
Come,  Pinkhams,  lay  aside  your  spleen, 

Let  not  good  cheer  be  broken. 


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Come,  Starbucks,  ye  of  Edward's  line, 

Nathaniel  and  his  Mary, 
Wide-scattered  'mong  Carolina's  pine, 

And  o'er  the  western  prairie 
'Tis  said  you're  cold  and  rather  rough. 

Our  welcome  will  be  warm  enough. 

Come,  Bunkers,  ye  of  William's  stock, 

And  his  young  wife  Joanna; 
When  roused,  you're  stubborn  as  a  rock, 

But  kind  your  natural   manner. 

Come,  Paddacks  of  Ichabod's  bold  race, 
That  taught  our  grandsires  whaling; 

Come,  let  a  smile  light  every  face, 
For  soberness  is  your  failing. 

Come,  honest  Chases,  rather  bluff, 
And  sometimes  prone  to  fretting. 

A  whale  is  sure  to  cry,  " enough," 
If  once  you  get  a  "setting." 

Come,  Worths,  with  notions  quaint  and  rare, 
Most  taught  in  Whalemen's   College, 

Where  he  is  best  who'll  do  and  dare, 
Tho'  lacking  in  book  knowledge. 

Come,  Jenkins,  cold  and  slow  of  speech, 

Minds  of  mechanic  turn ; 
Some  facts  this  gathering's  sure  to  teach, 

You  are  not  too  wise  to  learn. 

Come,  Cartwrights,  square  in  thought  and  act, 

More  sober-hued  than  gay , 
This  gathering  is  a  stubborn  fact, 

There's  time  to  work  and  play. 

Come,  Brooks  and  Brocks,  a  sturdy  race, 

Of  old  Puritanic  stock. 
These  r  ".mes  have  oft  held  honor's  place, 

In  halls  and  battle-shock. 


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Come,  Barneys,  you  of  Jacob's   line — 
The  good  old  Baptist  preacher — 

Though  not  of  cast  of  mind  to  shine, 
You  have  pugnacious  feature. 

Come,  Jones  and  Gerald,  and  Jenks,  too, 

We  need  you  in  our  array. 
We've  speeches  planned,  and  songs  from  you, 

And  a  poem  for  the  day. 

Come,  Coon  and  Cash,  you  have  a  claim 

In  valor's  line  to  stand; 
Leviathan,  the  great  sea  game, 

Oft  yielded  to  your  hand. 

Come,  Browns,  you  have  mechanic  skill, 

But  lack  in  earnest  thought — 
Come,  let  your  hand  and  heart  and  will 

To  aid  this  plan  be  brought. 

Come,  Myricks,  of  the  old-time  stock, 
Cool,  square,  and  sharp  in  trade, 

Your  thought  can  pierce  through  wood  or  rock 
To  work  out  plans  you've  made. 

Come,  Joys,  'tis  said  that  you  can  brag, 

(And  some  we  know  were  able) 
We  look  to  you  that  talk  shan't  flag, 

For  that's  good  sauce  at  table. 

Come,  Mooers,  of  Capt.  William's  clan, 

Who  first  at  mast-head  wore 
Our  stars  and  stripes,  and  the  first  man 

To  float  them  at  England's  shore. 

Come,  Smiths — you  sprang  from  Capt.  John, 

Saved  by  that  Indian  lassie; 
The  name  hath  oft  true  honor  won, 

Tho'  some  are  blunt  and  sassy. 


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Come,  Clarks,  perhaps  your  name  you  trace 

(For  surely  you  may  try  it) 
Back  to  the  old  explorer's  race; 

If  so,  here's  chance  to  cry  it. 

Come,  Aliens,  you  can  trace  your  name 

To  dear  old  Scotia's  shore; 
Come  out  your  shell,  don't  be  so  tame, 

We'll  make  old  golden  roar. 

Come,  Meaders,  of  the  old-time  folks, 
We  ask  your  strong  arms'  aid; 

Our  call  is  real  and  no  joke — 
Here  may  be  a  chance  to  trade. 

Come,  Eastons,  you're  from  Rhody's  Isle, 
Though  earnest,  have  your  doubt; 

You'll  find  a  pleasure  worth  you  while — 
Come,  aid  to  bring  it  out. 

Come,  Baxters,  maybe  of  Richard's  line, 

Of  old  covenanter's  fame, 
Here's  chance  for  smile  if  you  incline, 

Or  be  in  joke  the  game.