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Joseph C. Lincoln

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CAP'N WARREN'S WARDS 

by JOSEPH C.  LINCOLN 

CHAPTER I 

"Ostable!" screamed the brakeman, opening the car door and yelling
his loudest, so as to be heard above the rattle of the train and
the shriek of the wind; "Ostable!" 

The brakeman's cap was soaked through, his hair was plastered down
on his forehead, and, in the yellow light from the car lamps, his
wet nose glistened as if varnished.  Over his shoulders the shiny
ropes of rain whipped and lashed across the space between the cars.
The windows streamed as each succeeding gust flung its miniature
freshet against them. 

The passengers in the car--there were but four of them--did not
seem greatly interested in the brakeman's announcement.  The red-

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