Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Christian life -- Juvenile fiction; England -- Juvenile fiction
It made him ashamed to find himself regretting his clothes when he had
lost a mother! Then it pleased him to think that she had his
sovereign, and the wages due since his clothes were paid for. They
would help to give Glum Gunn his own, and set the beasts free from
him! Then he would go back and spend his life with his mother and
Pummy! Poor Pummy! But though Gunn hated him, he was now afraid of him
too; and his fear would be the creature’s protection! He had imagined
it his might that cowed the puma, when it was the animal’s human
gentleness that made him submissive to man: he knew better now! Clare
clasped Abdiel to his bosom, and trudged on. They had gone miles ere
it occurred to him that it might be more comfortable for both if each
carried his individual burden. He set Abdiel down, and the dog ran
vibrating with pleasure. Clare felt himself set down, but with no tail
to wag.
It was late in the autumn: they could do without supper, but they must
if possible find shelter! A farm-house came in sight. It recalled so
vividly Clare’s early experiences of houselessness, that beasts and
caravans, his mother and Glum Gunn, grew hazy and distant, and the old
time drew so near that he seemed to have waked into it out of a long
dream. They were back in the old misery--a misery in which, however,
his heart had not been pierced as now with the pangs of innocent
creatures unable or unwilling to defend themselves from their natural
guardian! It was long before he learned that for weeks Gunn was unable
to hurt one of them; that his drinking, his late wound, and the blow
Clare had given him, brought on him a severe attack of erysipelas.
When they reached the farm-yard, Clare knew by the aspect of things
that the cattle were housed and the horses suppered. He crept unseen
into one of the cow-houses: the bodies and breath of the animals would
keep them warm! How sweet the smell seemed to him after that of the
caravans! An empty stall was before him, like a chamber prepared for
his need. He gathered a few straws from under each of the cows, taking
care that not one of them should be the less comfortable, and spread
with them for Abby and himself a thin couch.
But with the excitement of what had happened, his wonder as to what
would come next, and the hunger that had begun to gnaw at him, Clare
could not sleep. And as he lay awake, thoughts came to him.
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