Joe Broers procured this curiosity for me during one of his sojourns in Kingsport. It comes from the estate of a hoary old seafarer who was a denizen of that dream-haunted town - apparently Mate Ellis was the name of a shipmate of this peculiar character who, rumour has it, would hold long, rambling conversations about the olden days with this bottle and others like it. I try not to listen when, sometimes at night, the little stone head suspended in the bottle whispers it's horrible secrets to me.
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