an old town by the sea-第14章
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o much as a thimble； or a piece of wax； or a portable tooth； or any amiable vanity in the way of tonsorial device； escape him。 I have heard Mr。 Newman spoken of as 〃that horrid man。〃 He was a picturesque figure。
Possibly it is because of his bell that I connect the town crier with those dolorous sounds which I used to hear rolling out of the steeple of the Old North every night at nine o'clockthe vocal remains of the colonial curfew。 Nicholas Newman has passed on； perhaps crying his losses elsewhere； but this nightly tolling is still a custom。 I can more satisfactorily explain why I associate with it a vastly different personality； that of Sol Holmes； the barber； for every night at nine o'clock his little shop on Congress Street was in full blast。 Many a time at that hour I have flattened my nose on his window…glass。 It was a gay little shop （he called it 〃an Emporium〃）； as barber shops generally are； decorated with circus bills； tinted prints； and gaudy fly…catchers of tissue and gold paper。 Sol Holmeswhose antecedents to us boys were wrapped in thrilling mystery； we imagined him to have been a prince in his native landwas a colored man； not too dark 〃for human nature's daily food；〃 and enjoyed marked distinction as one of the few exotics in town。 At this juncture the foreign element was at its minimum； every official； from selectman down to the Dogberry of the watch； bore a name that had been familiar to the town for a hundred years or so。 The situation is greatly changed。 I expect to live to see a Chinese policeman； with a sandal…wood club and a rice…paper pocket handkerchief； patrolling Congress Street。
Holmes was a handsome man； six feet or more in height； and as straight as a pine。 He possessed his race's sweet temper； simplicity； and vanity。 His martial bearing was a positive factor in the effectiveness of the Portsmouth Greys； whenever those bloodless warriors paraded。 As he brought up the rear of the last platoon； with his infantry cap stuck jauntily on the left side of his head and a bright silver cup slung on a belt at his hip； he seemed to youthful eyes one of the most imposing things in the display。 To himself he was pretty much 〃all the company。〃 He used to say； with a drollness which did not strike me until years afterwards； 〃Boys； I and Cap'n Towle is goin' to trot out 'the Greys' to…morroh。〃 Though strictly honest in all business dealings； his tropical imagination； whenever he strayed into the fenceless fields of autobiography； left much to be desired in the way of accuracy。 Compared with Sol Holmes on such occasions； Ananias was a person of morbid integrity。 Sol Holmes's tragic end was in singular contrast with his sunny temperament。 One night； long ago； he threw himself from the deck of a Sound steamer； somewhere between Stonington and New York。 What led or drove him to the act never transpired。
There are few men who were boys in Portsmouth at the period of which I write but will remember Wibird Penhallow and his sky…blue wheelbarrow。 I find it difficult to describe him other than vaguely； possibly because Wilbird had no expression whatever in his countenance。 With his vacant white face lifted to the clouds； seemingly oblivious of everything； yet going with a sort of heaven…given instinct straight to his destination； he trundled that rattling wheelbarrow for many a year over Portsmouth cobblestones。 He was so unconscious of his environment that sometimes a small boy would pop into the empty wheelbarrow and secure a ride without Wibird arriving at any very clear knowledge of the fact。 His employment in life was to deliver groceries and other merchandise to purchasers。 This he did in a dreamy； impersonal kind of way。 It was as if a spirit had somehow go hold of an earthly wheelbarrow and was trundling it quite unconsciously； with no sense of responsibility。 One day he appeared at a kitchen door with a two…gallon molasses jug； the top of which was wanting。 It was not longer a jug； but a tureen。 When the recipient of the damaged article remonstrated with 〃Goodness gracious； Wibird！ You have broken the jug；〃 his features lighted up； and he seemed immensely relieved。 〃I thought； 〃 He remarked； 〃I heerd somethink crack！〃
Wibird Penhallow's heaviest patron was the keeper of a variety store； and the first specimen of a pessimist I ever encountered。 He was an excellent specimen。 He took exception to everything。 He objected to the telegraph； to the railway； to steam in all its applications。 Some of his arguments； I recollect； made a deep impression on my mind。 〃Nowadays；〃 he once observed to me； 〃if your son or your grandfather drops dead at the other end of creation； you know of it in ten minutes。 What's the use？ Unless you are anxious to know he's dead； you've got just two or three weeks more to be miserable in。〃 He scorned the whole business； and was faithful to his scorn。 When he received a telegram； which was rare； he made a point of keeping it awhile unopened。 Through the exercise of this whim he once missed an opportunity of buying certain goods to great advantage。 〃There！〃 he exclaimed； 〃if the telegraph hadn't been invented the idiot would have written to me； and I'd have sent a letter by return coach； and got the goods before he found out prices had gone up in Chicago。 If that boy brings me another of those tapeworm telegraphs； I'll throw an axe…handle at him。〃 His pessimism extended up； or down； to generally recognized canons of orthography。 They were all iniquitous。 If k…n…i…f…e spelled knife； then； he contended； k…n…i…f…e…s was the plural。 Diverting tags； written by his own hand in conformity with this theory； were always attached to articles in his shop window。 He is long since ded； as he himself would have put it； but his phonetic theory appears to have survived him in crankish brains here and there。 As my discouraging old friend was not exactly a public character； like the town crier or Wibird Penhallow； I have intentionally thrown a veil over his identity。 I have； so to speak； dropped into his pouch a grain or two of that magical fern…seed which was supposed by our English ancestors； in Elizabeth's reign； to possess the quality of rendering a man invisible。
Another person who singularly interested me at this epoch was a person with whom I had never exchanged a word； whose voice I had never heard； but whose face was as familiar to me as every day could make it。 For each morning as I went to school； and each afternoon as I returned； I saw this face peering out of a window in the second story of a shambling yellow house situated in Washington Street； not far from the corner of State。 Whether some malign disease had fixed him to the chair he sat on； or whether he had lost the use of his legs； or； possible； had none （the upper part of him was that of a man in admirable health）； presented a problem which； with that curious insouciance of youth I made no attempt to solve。 It was an established fact； however； that he never went out of that house。 I cannot vouch so confidently for the cobwebby legend which wove itself about him。 It was to this effect： He had formerly been the master of a large merchantman running between New York and Calcutta； while still in his prime he had abruptly retired from the quarter…deck； and seated himself at that windowwhere the outlook must have been the reverse of exhilarating； for not ten persons passed in the course of the day； and the hurried jingle of the bells on Parry's bakery…cart was the only sound that ever shattered the silence。 Whether it was an amatory or a financial disappointment that turned him into a hermit was left to ingenious conjecture。 But there he sat； year in and year out； with his cheek so close to the window that the nearest pane became permanently blurred with his breath； for after his demise the blurr remained。
In this Arcadian era it was possible； in provincial places； for an undertaker to assume the dimensions of a personage。 There was a sexton in Portsmouthhis name escapes me； but his attributes do notwhose impressiveness made him own brother to the massive architecture of the Stone Church。 On every solemn occasion he was the striking figure； even to the eclipsing of the involuntary object of the ceremony。 His occasions； happily； were not exc
