Witch Hazel; or, The Secret of the Locket — page 3: what you’re looking at

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and weather-beaten face, and his sixty years of toil and hardship sit lightly upon him, and he is as pune- tual and conscientious in the performance of his duties as the rising and setting sun himself. For more than twenty years he has held his present sition. and, to all appearances, is likely to hold it or as many more. His grandson, Percy, is a bright, handsome boy of ten, and wise beyond his years. Brown as a berry, from exposure to all kinds of weather, hardy as a mountain buck, and jolly as a young tar, there is yet something about him, a certain dignity and refine- ment, which makes him appear as if he should have been born to an entirely different kind of life. He is the idol of his fond grandsire's heart, and the old gentleman cannot bear to haye him out of his sight for even a single hour. ears ago Sandy Morton had a promising son. He, too, was a sailor, having inherited his father's love for the sea, and he finally rose to be the captain of . fine merchantman, which was the pride of his eart. Upon his return from his first trip as captain, he had married a sweet girl whom he had long loved, and she, refusing to be separated from him, declared that she would share the perils of the deep with him rather than live aione on land. One short, happy year they spent together upon the “bounding billows,’’ and then, while in a foreign port, a fine boy was born to them. They set out upon their homeward yoyage filled with hope and joy. Favoring gales speeded them on their way; smeoth seas stuiled treacherously until when almost in sight of their native shores, a fearful storm wrecked the stanch vessel, and husband and wife, ondoth ne st part of the crew, went down iuto the ragtti eae a