52 FivEAcEES TOO MUCH. 



have made out during the summer mouths, proba 

 bly, if the cellar had only been upside down. 



The foundation was built, the mason was out of 

 work, and myself out of humor, when we were both 

 again raised to the pinnacle of happiness by the ar 

 rival of another vessel, which fortunately selected 

 another dock, and landed another house. On inquiry, 

 it appeared that this w r as my house. Lest the reader 

 may suppose that Nantucket was so overflowing with 

 houses that they floated down the Sound and drifted 

 ashore any where, it must be explained that the first 

 house was merely the workshop. So the carts and 

 trucks reappeared, and this time carried away the- 

 debris of what was once the house of some bluff sea 

 faring man timbers that were shivered, as he had 

 no doubt often requested they should be, doors, win 

 dows, shingles, pieces of roof, floor -boards, posts, 

 moulding, and a thousand other odds, ends, bits, and 

 pieces, in the most admired confusion and deposit 

 ed them upon my entire five acres, scattered hither 

 and thither, as though they were component parts 

 of five houses instead of one. 



As Mr. Sille had not come with the house, but was 

 to arrive the next day for it appeared he had been 

 storm-bound in some of the numerous &quot; bights,&quot; as 

 the Yankees call them, of Nantucket or Martha s 



