The first instinctive movement of the little creatures is to make a cache, and bury in it beliefs, doubts, dreams, hopes, and terrors.

I am uncovering one of these CACHES.

Do you think I was necessarily a greater fool and coward than another?
I was afraid of ships.

Why, I could never tell.

The masts looked frightfully tall,--but they were not so tall as the steeple of our old yellow meeting-house.