Old Concord, her highways and byways; . THE SYLVAN SHURE. that Tm willing to allow, but dont walk over mypet theory, I beg. * Perhaps you can see Captain Moseleys wighanging on that tree, suggests her friend with anironical tinge to the color of her tone — andpointing to a twisted specimen of oak just acrossthe path. You remember that story } No ; never heard it. 144 Old Concord. Im so glad, because now it gives me a chanceto talk, leaning forward in a conversational atti-tude : Why, you see there was a certain CaptainMoseley, a soldier, but a terror on the sea as well,for he had been a West I
Old Concord, her highways and byways; . THE SYLVAN SHURE. that Tm willing to allow, but dont walk over mypet theory, I beg. * Perhaps you can see Captain Moseleys wighanging on that tree, suggests her friend with anironical tinge to the color of her tone — andpointing to a twisted specimen of oak just acrossthe path. You remember that story } No ; never heard it. 144 Old Concord. Im so glad, because now it gives me a chanceto talk, leaning forward in a conversational atti-tude : Why, you see there was a certain CaptainMoseley, a soldier, but a terror on the sea as well,for he had been a West Indian Buccaneer. Well,he indulged in a bit of New England finery in thosedays, a wig. Probably his locks underneath wereflowing and plentiful, in the pirate style, but fordress-up occasions his caput was not completewithout an extra arrangement of hair. When hewas soldiering, and before an engagement, he wouldcarefully hang his wig on a bush or branch of a of course the Indians thought he had two was bad enough to fi
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