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Om it; he waited till it foamed up, and then drew the loggerhead out.
Hepzibah passed the bowl to Captain Rogers. "Here's to good King George
and confusion to his enemies!" He took a long draught at it, and then
the bowl was passed round. A man of middle age came into the room, with
a whip in his hand, and his hat jammed well on his head. "Good evening,
Ephraim." "Sarvent, sirs!" "Captain, this is Ephraim Winship. He knows
something about Indian fighting. Show him your head, Ephraim." Ephraim
took off his hat, and lifted his wig from his head. He had but one eye.
There were two bare red spots on top of his head, and between them a
fringe of hair ran back from his forehead. It gave him a weird
appearance. "Hello!" said Rogers. "You've been among the Indians,
haven't you? How did you lose your scalp or scalps? For I see you have
lost two." The men made room for Ephraim. He put on his wig and sat
down. "I have to keep those spots pretty well covered up these winter
nights, or I have all sorts of trouble with my head. "I had been living
down on the Eastern Frontier for some years at a place called New
Marblehead. We had plenty of scares, but no real trouble with the
Indians, till this war broke out. It was in May, two years ago. I went
out with Ezra Brown, to do some work on his farm, which was a mile from
the garrison house where we lived. We had a guard of four men and four
lads. Ezra and I were ahead. As we were walking through some woods, the
Indians--there were fift