"'You bet!' says I. 'My home port's Harniss, and that's right next door. Minot? Minot?' I says, tryin' to recollect, you understand. 'Seems to me I used to know a Minot down that way. Why, yes, course I did! You any relation to old Ichabod Minot, that skippered the _Gypsy Maid_ fishin' to the Banks? Ichabod hailed from--from--Denboro, seems to me 'twas.' "He said no pretty sharp. Barstow, he laughed like fury and wanted to know if this Ogden Minot looked like Ichabod. 'Is there a family resemblance?' he says. I told him I guessed not. 'Anyhow,' says I, 'I couldn't tell very well. I only seen Ichabod when he was drunk.' That tickled Barstow most to death. 'You never saw him but that once, then?' he wanted to know. 'Oh, yes,' says I, 'I seen him about every time he was on shore after a fishin' trip.' "That seemed to make him laugh more'n ever and even young Ogden laughed some. Anyhow, we got to talkin' and I told Barstow how I was cal'latin' to go cook on the _Gallant Rover_. 'And I'm sick of it,' I says. 'I'd like a nice snug berth ashore.' 'You would?' says Barstow. Then he says, 'Humph!' and looks at Minot. And Minot, he says, 'Humph!' and looked at him. And then they both says, 'Humph!' and looked at me. And afore I set sail from that office to carry Cap'n Philbrick's papers back to him I'd agreed not to sign on for that v'yage as cook until I'd cruised down here to Bayport along of young Ogden Minot to see how I'd like to be sort of--of general caretaker and stevedore, as you might call it, at the General Minot place. You see, young Ogden was the General's grandson and he'd had the property left him. And 'twas part of the sailin' orders--in the old General's will, you understand--that it couldn't be sold, but must always be took care of and kept up. Ogden could rent it out but he couldn't sell it; that was the pickle _he_ was in. Understand, don't you, Cap'n Sears?" Kendrick nodded. "Why--yes, I guess likely I do," he said. "But this Minot boy could live in it himself, couldn't he? Why doesn't he do that? As I remember it, it was considerable of a house. I should think he would come here himself and live." Judah nodded. "You would think so, wouldn't you?" he agreed. "But _he_ don't think so, and what's a mighty sight more account, his wife don't think so. She's one of them kind of women that--that--well, when she gets to heaven--course I ain't layin' no bets on her gettin' there, but _if_ she does--the fust thing she'll do after she fetches port is to find out which one of them golden streets has got the highest-toned gang livin' on it and then start in tryin' to tie up to the wharf there herself. _She_ wouldn't live in no Bayport. No sir--ee! She's got winter moorin's up in one of them streets back of the Common, and summer times she's down to a place called--er--er--Nahum--Nehimiah--No--jumpin' prophets! What's the name of that place out on the rocks abaft Lynn?" "Nahant?" suggested his companion.