Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Fantasy literature; Nature -- Juvenile fiction; Self-reliance -- Juvenile fiction
"Haw, haw, haw," guffawed the old fellow. It was a tremendous laugh, so
loud and hollow, it astonished and almost frightened Martin to hear it.
"Well I never!" he said. "He ain't no fool, neither. Now, old Jacob,
just you take your time and think a bit afore you makes your answer to
that."
This curious old man, whose name was Jacob, had lived so long by himself
that he always thought out loud--louder than other people talk: for,
being deaf, he could not hear himself, and never had a suspicion that he
could be heard by others.
"He's lost, that's what he is," continued old Jacob aloud to himself.
"And what's more, he's been and gone and forgot all about his own home,
and all he wants is summat to eat. I'll take him and keep him, that's
what I'll do: for he's a stray lamb, and belongs to him that finds him,
like any other lamb I finds. I'll make him believe I'm his old dad; for
he's little and will believe most anything you tells him. I'll learn him
to do things about the house--to boil the kettle, and cook the wittels,
and gather the firewood, and mend the clothes, and do the washing, and
draw the water, and milk the cow, and dig the potatoes, and mind the
sheep and--and--and that's what I'll learn him. Then, Jacob, you can sit
down and smoke your pipe, 'cos you'll have some one to do your work for
you."
Martin stood quietly listening to all this, not quite understanding the
old man's kind intentions. Then old Jacob, promising to give him
something to eat, pulled him up on to his horse, and started home at a
gallop.
Soon they arrived at a mud hovel, thatched with rushes, the roof sloping
down so low that one could almost step on to it; it was surrounded with
a ditch, and had a potato patch and a sheep enclosure; for old Jacob was
a shepherd, and had a flock of sheep. There were several big dogs, and
when Martin got down from the horse, they began jumping round him,
barking with delight, as if they knew him, half-smothering him with
their rough caresses. Jacob led him into the hut, which looked extremely
dirty and neglected, and had only one room. In the corners against walls
were piles of sheep-skins that had a strong and rather unpleasant smell:
the thatch above was covered with dusty cobwebs, hanging like old rags,
and the clay floor was littered with bones, sticks, and other rubbish.
The only nice thing to see was a tea-kettle singing and steaming away
merrily on the fire in the grate. Old Jacob set about preparing the
evening meal; and soon they sat down at a small deal table to a supper
of cold mutton and potatoes, and tea which did not taste very nice, as
it was sweetened with moist black sugar. Martin was too hungry to turn
up his nose at anything, and while he ate and drank the old man chuckled
and talked aloud to himself about his good fortune in finding the little
boy to do his work for him. After supper he cleared the table, and put
two mugs of tea on it, and then got out his clay pipe and tobacco.
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