I give him a
name. 'Am'zon' has been a name in our fambly since Cap'n Reba Silt
first put the nose of his old _Tigris_ to the tidal wave of the Am'zon
River--back in seventeen-forty. He come home to New Bedford and named
his first boy, that was waitin' to be christened, 'Am'zon Silt.'
"So I called this--this dream brother of mine--'Am'zon.' These
Cardhaven folks warn't likely to know whether I had a brother or not.
And I made up he went to sea when he was twelve--like I told ye, my
dear. Ye-as. I did hate to lie to ye, an' you just new-come here.
But I'd laid my plans for a long while back just to walk out, as it
were, an' let these fellers 'round here have a taste o' Cap'n Am'zon
Silt that they'd begun to doubt was ever comin' to Cardhaven. An'
hi-mighty!" exploded Cap'n Abe, with a great laugh, "I _have_ give 'em
a taste of him, I vum!"
"Oh, you have, Uncle Abram! You have!" agreed Louise, and burst, into
laughter herself. "It is wonderful how you did it! It is marvelous!
How _could_ you?"
"Nothin' easier, when you come to think on't," replied Cap'n Abe.
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