The speaker, John Doane, was a sunburnt fisherman, one of a circle of well-salted individuals who sat, some on chairs, some on boxes and barrels, around the stove in a country store. “Yes,” said Captain Seth, a middle-aged little man with ear-rings; “he come on the stage to-noon. Would n't hardly speak a word, Jim says. Looked kind o' sot and sober.”…
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