The Bozeman weekly chronicle. (Bozeman, Mont.) 1883-1889, 1886-12-08
CHAPTER III.

All Eastport was aStir next morning to sec
the Ann Mary Ann off Eastport's single
long wharf was crowded with relatives and
friends of those departing relatives is the
most proper term, for this was long settled
community, dating its first planting but
twenty years after the landing at Plymouth
The names Of the first settlers were still the
predominant ones, both i'll our village and
the towns as we called the exclusively
agricultural villages few miles back in the
country. Eastport was the harbor for these.
their commercial city on very small scale.
Every old family could trace some degree OF
ru1rslluguinity moro or less remote with
every other family through marriage, per-
haps, in this century or the one preceding.
1t was no idle throng upon that wharf, at
tracted by mere curiosity There were fathers
and mothers, sisters and brothers, aunts ana
uncles, first, second and third cousins, grand
fathers and grandmothers, sweethearts anu
wives The sailing of whaler with score
of townspeople on board was no new tnlng'
but the mission of those leaving in this case
was different, and the seventy on board rep
resented, as to life and enterprise, the very
elite of the place, myself excepted
had shipped before the mast, and coming
on board about nine in the morning, dressed
in my best had been Immediately pounced
upon by Mr. PeIl, our second mate, and Or
dered TO ''take off them duds and turn to III
my working toggery." So buried my broad
cloth suit in my chest, bade 1t adleu, ana,
making my appearance on deck In white ducK
trousers and flaming red flannel shirt was
ordered by Mr.. Pell to catch the ships pig,
roaming then at will about decks, and "elap
m in his pen"
Mr.. Pell was tall, gaunt tough, hard
ened man, with one eye, and hand and arm
tanned by exposure to tropic suns TO tne
color of mahogany. He seemed all bones
working bones, and the one impossible thing
for Mr. Pell to do, while awake, was to SIT
still, and the next impossibility with him was
to allow others to sit STILL if it was IN nie
power to prevent them.
Mr.. Pell belonged to one of our secoli'3-
class families. There were first and second
class families in and about Eastport, and a
certain unnamed, untalked distinction al
ways existed between them, and had so done
for generations. More than one of the older
families could produce well attested evidences
of lineage with the aristocracy of the mother
land and no change of fortune or station
could ever rid them of a certain bearing saw
Orlng OF DIOOG~ dUu pctAlisIco. AhOJ HN6-A' -
before the mast, serve as boat steerers, learn
the trade Of cooper, the principal mechanical
calling of the places but the manner ever
clung to them.
Now Mr.. Pell was not one or these he
prided himself on being common mana
very common man Anything in the least
degree bespealking putin on airs, as Mr..
Pell expressed it, was very repugnant to nun.
The PelIs had always lived In an nnpalnted
frame house on the black street, and In
their sandy back yard ''pig weed" seemed to
grow more luxuriantly than elsewhere. Ihe
shore Pells fshed and dug CLAIMS for living.
The sea Pells would rise to the position OF
second mate, seldom any higher. As boys
the Pells learned almost in their infancy TO
chew tobacco. At the district school they
received the hardest whippings with the
most unconcern.
This was Sam PelI, second mate Of the Ann
Mary Ann, and was one of the ancient
house Of Holders, scampering under his
orders after an obstinate pig, and all this in
full view of various members of the proud
Holder family-and not only the Holders.
but the Talmadges, the Osbornes, the Wester-
bees the Hillyers, the Carys the Wickhams
and the Rysams! | caught the brute at last
by the hind legs, which he worked to and fro