A book of the west. Volume 2, Cornwall : $b being an introduction to Devon and CornwallBaring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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A book of the west. Volume 2, Cornwall : $b being an introduction to Devon and Cornwall
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
Cornwall (England : County)
“If you had taken the left-hand road you would never have seen next
morning.”
“Why so?”
“There was a large cargo of ‘run’ goods being transported that night,
and you would have met it.”
“What of that?”
“What of that? You would have been chucked over the cliffs.”
“But how could they suppose I would peach?”
“Sir! They’d ha’ took good care you shouldn’t a’ had the chance!”
I was sitting in a little seaport tavern in Cornwall one winter’s
evening, over a great fire, with a company of very old “salts,”
gossiping, yarning, singing, when up got a tough old fellow with a
face the colour of mahogany, and dark, piercing eyes, and the nose of
a hawk. Planting his feet wide apart, as though on deck in a rolling
sea, he began to sing in stentorian tones a folk-song relative to
a highwayman in the old times, when Sir John Fielding, the blind
magistrate at Westminster, put down highway robbery.
The ballad told of the evil deeds of this mounted robber of the
highways, and of how he was captured by “Fielding’s crew” and condemned
to die. It concluded:--
“When I am dead, borne to my grave,
A gallant funeral may I have;
Six highwaymen to carry me,
With good broad swords and sweet liberty.
“Six blooming maidens shall bear my pall,
Give them white gloves and pink ribbons all;
And when I’m dead they’ll tell the truth,
I was a wild and a wicked youth.”
At the conclusion of each verse the whole assembly repeated the two
final lines. It was a striking scene; their eyes flashed, their colour
mounted, they hammered with their fists on the table and with their
heels on the floor. Some, in the wildness of their excitement, sprang
up, thrust their hands through their white or grey hair, and flourished
them, roaring like bulls.
When the song was done, and composure had settled over the faces of the
excited men, one of them said apologetically to me, “You see, sir, we
be all old smugglers, and have gone agin the law in our best days.”
There is something to be said in extenuation of the wrongfulness of
English smuggling.
The customs duties were imposed first in England for the purpose
of protecting the coasts against pirates, who made descents on the
undefended villages, and kidnapped and carried off children and men to
sell as slaves in Africa, or who waylaid merchant vessels and plundered
them. But when all danger from pirates ceased, the duties were not only
maintained, but made more onerous.
It was consequently felt that there had been a violation of compact
on the side of the Crown, and bold spirits entertained no scruple
of conscience in carrying on contraband trade. The officers of the
Crown no longer proceeded to capture, bring to justice, and hang
notorious foreign pirates, but to capture, bring to justice, and hang
native seamen and traders. The preventive service became a means of
oppression, and not of relief.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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