The Village Uncle
                                            
                            By Nathaniel Hawthorne
                            
                                2 Oct, 2019                            
                            
                         
                                        
                                                                        Brief Extract: Many such a day did I sit snugly in Mr. Bartlett's store, attentive to the yarns of Uncle Parker; uncle to the whole village, by right of seniority, but of Southern blood, with no kindred in New England. His figure is before me now, en
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                                                Brief Extract: Many such a day did I sit snugly in Mr. Bartlett's store, attentive to the yarns of Uncle Parker; uncle to the whole village, by right of seniority, but of Southern blood, with no kindred in New England. His figure is before me now, enthroned upon a mackerel-barrel; a lean old man, of great height, but bent with years, and twisted into an uncouth shape by seven broken limbs; furrowed also, and weather-worn, as if every gale, for the better part of a century, had caught him somewhere on the sea. Less