says I. ` No , 'cause I had a big gun , ' says Joe , ` and I shot the wolf dead , Uncle Jim , -- solid dead -- and then he went up to heaven and bit God , ' says he . Well , I was fair staggered , Mistress Blythe . '' The hours bloomed into mirth around the driftwood fire . Captain Jim told tales , and Marshall Elliott sang old Scotch ballads in a fine tenor voice ; finally Captain Jim took down his old brown fiddle from the wall and began to play . He had a tolerable knack of fiddling , which all appreciated save the First Mate , who sprang from the sofa as if he had been shot , emitted a shriek of protest , and fled wildly up the stairs . `` Ca n't cultivate an ear for music in that cat nohow , '' said Captain Jim . `` He wo n't stay long enough to learn to like it . When we got the organ up at the Glen church old Elder Richards bounced up from his seat the minute the organist began to play and scuttled down the aisle and out of the church at the rate of no-man 's - business . It reminded me so strong of the First Mate tearing loose as soon as I begin to fiddle that I come nearer to laughing out loud in church than I ever did before or since . '' There was something so infectious in the rollicking tunes which Captain Jim played that very soon Marshall Elliott 's feet began to twitch . He had been a noted dancer in his youth . Presently he started up and held out his hands to Leslie . Instantly she responded . Round and round the firelit room they circled with a rhythmic grace that was wonderful . Leslie danced like one inspired ; the wild , sweet abandon of the music seemed to have entered into and possessed her . Anne watched her in fascinated admiration . She had never seen her like this . All the innate richness and color and charm of her nature seemed to have broken loose and overflowed in crimson cheek and glowing eye and grace of motion . Even the aspect of Marshall Elliott , with his long beard and hair , could not spoil the picture . On the contrary , it seemed to enhance it .
Marshall XXXXX looked like a Viking of elder days , dancing with one of the blue-eyed , golden-haired daughters of the Northland .
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