the first strains of those curious harmonies and chromatic runs, descriptive of the howling winds that herald the coming of the Phantom Ship, Hollnder”s tiny head peered out, followed, after a furtive glance about, by his little body A music-loving squirrel evidently, and one versed in the art; for with the first strains of those [...]

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‘You well remember your first visit to the South, I dare say. You cannot have forgotten many incidents that occurred at a little village of North Carolina, called Warrenton? No, there is _one_ circumstance I feel assured you never can forget while memory lasts, and there are others to which I claim the right to [...]

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