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 he knew it all the time. Strange how nature looks out for us, ain’t it, and lets us know what we should know when the time comes? Did I never tell you the yarn about Henry getting the fish hook in his nose, Mistress Blythe?”

“No.”

“Well, him and me had a laugh over it today. It happened nigh unto thirty years ago. Him and me and several more was out mackerel fishing one day. It was a great day—never saw such a school of mackerel in the gulf—and in the general excitement Henry got quite wild and contrived to stick a fish hook clean through one side of his nose. Well, there he was; there was barb on one end and a big piece of lead on the other, so it couldn’t be pulled out. We wanted to take him ashore at once, but Henry was game; he said he’d be jiggered if he’d leave a school like that for anything short of lockjaw; then he kept fishing away, hauling in hand over fist and groaning between times. Fin’lly the school passed and we come in with a load; I got a file and begun to try to file through that hook. I tried to be as easy as I could, but you should have heard Henry—no, you shouldn’t either. It was well no ladies were around. Henry wasn’t a swearing man, but he’d heard some few matters of that sort along shore in his time, and he fished ’em all out of his recollection and hurled ’em at me. Fin’lly he declared he couldn’t stand it and I had no bowels of compassion. So we hitched up