Both barrels went into that devilfish, and that was more than it could
stomach; so it let go," finished the captain.
"Mercy! what an experience," commented Louise, wondering rather vaguely
why the minister of the First Church had reminded her uncle of this
octopus.
"Yes. 'Twas _some_," agreed Cap'n Amazon. "But let's step along a
little livelier, Niece Louise. I'm goin' to give you a re'l
fisherman's chowder for dinner, an' I want to git the pork and onions
over. I like my onions well browned before I slice in the potaters."
Cap'n Amazon insisted on doing most of the cooking, just as Cap'n Abe
had. Louise had baked some very delicate pop-overs for breakfast that
morning and the captain ate his share with appreciation.
"Pretty average nice, I call 'em, for soft-fodder," he observed. "But,
land sakes! give me something hearty and kind of solid for reg'lar
eating. Ordinary man would starve pretty handy, I guess, on breadstuff
like this."
The chowder was both as hearty and as appetizing as one could desire.
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