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Title: Sheila of Big Wreck Cove
A Story of Cape Cod

Author: James A. Cooper

Release Date: January 2, 2005 [EBook #14563]

Language: English

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SHEILA OF BIG WRECK COVE
_A Story of Cape Cod_

By JAMES A. COOPER

AUTHOR OF
_"Tobias o' the Light," "Cap'n Jonah's Fortune"
"Cap'n Abe, Storekeeper," etc._

WITH FRONTISPIECE BY
R. EMMETT OWEN

A. L. BURT COMPANY
Publishers New York

Published by arrangement with George Sully & Company
Printed in U.S.A.

COPYRIGHT, 1921 (AS A SERIAL)

COPYRIGHT, 1922, BY
GEORGE SULLY & COMPANY

[Frontispiece: "Come here and look at this craft, Prudence."
Page 11 (_Sheila of Big Wreck Cove._)]

CONTENTS

CHAPTER
I. CAP'N IRA AND PRUE
II. THE CAPTAIN OF THE SEAMEW
III. THE QUEEN OF SHEBA
IV. AT THE LATHAM HOUSE
V. LOOKING FOR IDA MAY
VI. AN UNSATISFACTORY INTERVIEW
VII. AT THE RESTAURANT
VIII. SHEILA
IX. A GIRL'S STORY
X. THE PLOT
XI. AT BIG WRECK COVE
XII. A NEW HAND AT THE HELM
XIII. SOME YOUNG MEN APPEAR
XIV. THE HARVEST HOME FESTIVAL
XV. AN INVITATION ACCEPTED
XVI. MEMORIES--AND TUNIS
XVII. AUNT LUCRETIA
XVIII. IDA MAY THINKS IT OVER
XIX. THE ARRIVAL
XX. THE LIE
XXI. AT SWORDS' POINTS
XXII. A WAY OUT
XXIII. A CALL UNANNOUNCED
XXIV. EUNEZ PARETA
XXV. TO LOVE AND BE LOVED
XXVI. ELDER MINNETT HAS HIS SAY
XXVII. CAP'N IRA SPEAKS OUT
XXVIII. GONE
XXIX. ON THE TRAIL
XXX. THE STORM
XXXI. BITTER WATERS
XXXII. A GIRL TO THE RESCUE
XXXIII. A HAVEN OF REST

CHAPTER I

CAP'N IRA AND PRUE

Seated on this sunshiny morning in his old armchair of bent hickory,
between his knees a cane on the head of which his gnarled hands
rested, Captain Ira Ball was the true retired mariner of the old
school. His ruddy face was freshly shaven, his scant, silvery hair
well smoothed; everything was neat an