`` Then I 'll come . You 'll likely be pestered with me at any hour . And I 'd be proud to have you drop over to visit me now and then too . I live on that point yander . Neither me nor my house is worth coming to see . It 's only got one room and a loft and a stovepipe sticking out of the roof for a chimney . But I 've got a few little things lying around that I picked up in the queer corners I used to be poking my nose into . Mebbe they 'd interest you . '' Uncle Jesse 's `` few little things '' turned out to be the most interesting collection of curios I had ever seen . His one neat little living room was full of them -- beautiful , hideous or quaint as the case might be , and almost all having some weird or exciting story attached . Mother and I had a beautiful summer at Golden Gate . We lived the life of two children with Uncle Jesse as a playmate . Our housekeeping was of the simplest description and we spent our hours rambling along the shores , reading on the rocks or sailing over the harbour in Uncle Jesse 's trim little boat . Every day we loved the simple-souled , true , manly old sailor more and more . He was as refreshing as a sea breeze , as interesting as some ancient chronicle . We never tired of listening to his stories , and his quaint remarks and comments were a continual delight to us . Uncle Jesse was one of those interesting and rare people who , in the picturesque phraseology of the shore folks , `` never speak but they say something . '' The milk of human kindness and the wisdom of the serpent were mingled in Uncle Jesse 's composition in delightful proportions . One day he was absent all day and returned at nightfall . `` Took a tramp back yander . ''
`` Back yander '' with XXXXX Jesse might mean the station hamlet or the city a hundred miles away or any place between -- `` to carry Mr. Kimball a mess of trout .
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