Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Stacy Brown, Emily and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net [Illustration: CAPE COD FOLKS.] CAPE COD FOLKS BY SARAH P. MCLEAN GREENE (SALLY PRATT McLEAN) _With Illustrations from the Play_ NEW YORK GROSSET & DUNLAP PUBLISHERS Copyrighted, 1881, By A. WILLIAMS & Co. Copyrighted, 1904, BY DEWOLFE, FISKE & Co. TO W.N.G. CONTENTS. I. ON A MISSION II. I BLOW THE HORN III. THE BEAUX OF WALLENCAMP PERFORM A GRAVE DUTY IV. THE TURKEY MOGUL ARRIVES V. GRANDMA KEELER GETS GRANDPA READY FOR SUNDAY SCHOOL VI. BECKY AND THE CRADLEBOW VII. LUTE CRADLEBOW KISSES THE TEACHER VIII. FESTIVITIES AT THE ARK IX. LOVELL BARLOW "POPS THE QUESTION." X. A LETTER FROM THE FISHERMAN XI. A WALLENCAMP FUNERAL XII. BECKY'S CONFESSION XIII. A MILD WINTER ON THE CAPE XIV. RESCUED BY THE CRADLEBOW XV. DAVID ROLLIN IN THE SCHOOL-ROOM XVI. GEORGE OLVER'S LOVE FOR BECKY XVII. TEACHER HAS THE FEVER.--DEATH OF LITTLE BESSIE XVIII. LUTE CRADLEBOW GIVES THE TEACHER A NEW CHAIR XIX. DEATH OF THE CRADLEBOW XX. GEORGE OLVER'S ORATION XXI. FAREWELL TO WALLENCAMP [Illustration] CHAPTER I. ON A MISSION. "Lo, on a narrer neck o' land, 'Twixt two unbounded seas, I stand!" Aunt Sibylla was not sporting, now, in the airy realms of metaphor. Aunt Sibylla stood upon Cape Cod, and her voice rang out with that peculiar sweep and power which the presence of a dread reality alone can give. Something of the precariousness of her situation, too, was expressed in The wild, alarming, though graceful, gesture of her arms. It was before the long-projected canal separating Cape Cod from the mainland had been put under active process of preparation. It was at an evening meeting in the Wallencamp school-house. A row of dingy, smoking lanterns had been set against the wall and afforded the only light cast upon the scene. Aunt Sibylla Cradlebow, the speaker, was tall and dark-eyed, with an almost superhuman litheness of body, and a weird, beautiful face. "And, oh, my dear brothers and sisters and onconvarted friends!" she continued; "how little do we realize the reskiness of our situwation here on the Cape! Here we stand with them ar identical unbounded seas a rollin' up on ary side of us! the world a pintin' at us as them that should be always ready, with our lamps trimmed and burnin'! and, yit, oh my dear brothers and sisters and onconvarted friends! as fur as I have been inland--and I have been a consid'able ways inland, as you all know, whar it would seem no more than nateral that folks should settle down kind o' safe and easy on a dry land univarse--I say, as fur as I have been inland, I never see sech keeryins on and carnal works, sech keerlessness for the present and onconsarn for the futur', as I have amongst the benighted critturs who stand before me this evenin', a straddlin' this poor, old, Godforsaken Pot Hook!"