Part 5 (2/2)
”Well, he lives” A little later he added:
”Oh, yes There's nothing lazy about Charlie He's a good worker When he was in the fishi+ng line here there wasn't alike that against him”
”Is he very difficult to talk to?” I asked,him out I had so little to do at the time, the very idlest of su me I wanted to discover for myself whether he was real or not--whether the reports were true
The Saerated at times
”Oh, no He's one of the finest h, if you went up to Norwich, providing he's up there He usually is, though, I think He lives there with his wife and ht an afternoon boat for New London and Norwich at one-thirty, and arrived in Norwich at five The narrow streets of the thriving little mill city were alive with people I had no address, could not obtain one, but through the open door of a news-stall near the boat landing I called to the proprietor:
”Do you know any one in Norwich by the na the poor people here?”
”That's the man”
”Yes, I know him He lives out on Summer Street, Number Twelve, I think
You'll find it in the city directory”
The ready reply was rather astonishi+ng Norwich has so like thirty thousand people
I walked out in search of Summer Street and finally found a beautiful lane of that naentle slopes, arched coes extended nearly to the sidewalk Ha-chairs on verandas, benches under the trees--all attested the love of idleness and shade in sulimpse of riave risethe poor
”Is this Su cityward in the cool of the evening An u paper under his spectacled nose
”Bress de Lord!” he said, looking vaguely around ”Ah couldn't say Ah knows dat street--been on it fifty times--but Ah never did know de name
Ha, ha, ha!”
The hills about echoed his hearty laugh
”You don't happen to know Charlie Potter?”
”Oh, yas, sah Ah knows Charlie Potter Dat's his house right ovah dar”
The house in which Charlie Potter lived was a two-story fra a sharp slope, which descended directly to the waters of the pretty river below For a mile or more, the valley of the river could be seen, its slopes dotted with houses, the valley itself lined withlawn to the right of the house A stout, co by aon the left side of the house, gazing out over the valley
”Is this where Charlie Potter lives?” I inquired of one of the children
”Yes, sir”
”Did he live in Noank?”
”Yes, sir”
Just then a pleasant-faced woman of forty-five or fifty issued from a vine-covered door
”Mr Potter?” she replied to ht out”