He was a decidedly fine-looking person-tall , broad-shouldered , well-featured , with a Roman nose and frank gray eyes ; he was dressed in a prosperous farmer 's Sunday best ; in so far he might have been any inhabitant of Four Winds or the Glen . But , flowing over his breast nearly to his knees , was a river of crinkly brown beard ; and adown his back , beneath his commonplace felt hat , was a corresponding cascade of thick , wavy , brown hair . `` Anne , '' murmured Gilbert , when they were out of earshot , `` you did n't put what Uncle Dave calls ' a little of the Scott Act ' in that lemonade you gave me just before we left home , did you ? '' `` No , I did n't , '' said Anne , stifling her laughter , lest the retreating enigma should hear here . `` Who in the world can he be ? '' `` I do n't know ; but if Captain Jim keeps apparitions like that down at this Point I 'm going to carry cold iron in my pocket when I come here . He was n't a sailor , or one might pardon his eccentricity of appearance ; he must belong to the over-harbor clans . Uncle Dave says they have several freaks over there . '' `` Uncle Dave is a little prejudiced , I think . You know all the over-harbor people who come to the Glen Church seem very nice . Oh , Gilbert , is n't this beautiful ? '' The Four Winds light was built on a spur of red sand-stone cliff jutting out into the gulf . On one side , across the channel , stretched the silvery sand shore of the bar ; on the other , extended a long , curving beach of red cliffs , rising steeply from the pebbled coves . It was a shore that knew the magic and mystery of storm and star . There is a great solitude about such a shore . The woods are never solitary -- they are full of whispering , beckoning , friendly life . But the sea is a mighty soul , forever moaning of some great , unshareable sorrow , which shuts it up into itself for all eternity . We can never pierce its infinite mystery -- we may only wander , awed and spellbound , on the outer fringe of it . The woods call to us with a hundred voices , but the sea has one only -- a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music . The woods are human , but the sea is of the company of the archangels .
XXXXX and Gilbert found Uncle Jim sitting on a bench outside the lighthouse , putting the finishing touches to a wonderful , full-rigged , toy schooner .
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