true, he disappeared for one, two, or three days at a time, going
and returning without giving any notice or account of his
movements. He always appeared to have plenty of money, though
often of very strange, outlandish coinage; and he regularly paid
his bill every evening before turning in.
He had fitted up his room to his own fancy, having slung a
hammock from the ceiling instead of a bed, and decorated the
walls with rusty pistols and cutlasses of foreign workmanship. A
great part of his time was passed in this room, seated by the
window, which commanded a wide view of the Sound, a short
old-fashioned pipe in his mouth, a glass of rum toddy at his
elbow, and a pocket telescope in his hand, with which he
reconnoitred every boat that moved upon the water. Large
square-rigged vessels seemed to excite but little attention; but
the moment he descried any thing with a shoulder-of-mutton sail,
or that a barge, or yawl, or jolly boat hove in sight, up went
the telescope, and he examined it with the most scrupulous
attention.
All this might have passed without much notice, for in those
times the province was so much the resort of adventurers of all
characters and climes that any oddity in dress or behavior
attracted but little attention. But in a little while this
strange sea monster, thus strangely cast up on dry land, began to
encroach upon the long-established customs and customers of the
place; to interfere in a dictatorial manner in the affairs of the
ninepin alley and the bar-room, until in the end he usurped an
absolute command over the little inn. It was in vain to attempt
to withstand his authority. He was not exactly quarrelsome, but
boisterous and peremptory, like one accustomed to tyrannize on a
quarter deck; and there was a dare-devil air about every thing he
said and did, that inspired a wariness in all bystanders. Even
the half-pay officer, so long the hero of the club, was soon
silenced by him; and the quiet burghers stared with wonder at
seeing their inflammable man of war so readily and quietly
extinguished.
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