Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil BlasLever, Charles
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Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil Blas
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- Fiction
I have said that a feeling of rivalry existed between the Moorish boy,
El Jarasch, and myself; and although I endured the scoffs and sneers
at first with a humility my own humble garb and anomalous position
enforced, I soon began to feel more confidence in myself, and that
species of assurance a becoming dress seems somehow to inspire; for
I was now attired like the rest of the crew, and wore the name of
the yacht in gold letters on my cap, as well as on the breast of my
waistcoat.
The hatred of El Jarasch increased with every day, and mutual scoffs and
gibes were the only intercourse between us. More than once, Halkett,
who had always befriended me, warned me of the boy, and said that his
Moorish blood was sure to make his vengeance felt; but I only laughed at
his caution, and avowed myself ready to confront him when and however he
pleased. Generosity was little wasted on either side, so that when one
day, in a fierce encounter with the lions, El Jarasch received a fall
which broke one of his ribs, and was carried in a state of insensibility
to his berth, I neither pitied him nor regretted his misfortune. I
affected even to say that his own cowardice had rendered the creatures
more daring, and that had he preserved a bolder front the mischance
would have never occurred. These vauntings of mine, coupled with an
avowed willingness to take his place, came to Sir Dudley's ears on the
third evening after the accident, and he immediately sent for me to his
cabin.
"Is it true, sirrah," said he, in a harsh, unpleasant voice, "that you
have been jesting about Jarasch, and saying that you were ready to take
charge of the whelps in his stead?"
"It is," said I, answering both questions together.
"You shall do so to-morrow, then," replied he, solemnly; "take care that
you can do something as well as boast!" and with this he motioned me to
leave the cabin.
I at once repaired to the steerage to report my interview to the men,
who were all more friendly with me than with the "Moor." Many were the
counsels I received about how I should conduct myself the next morning;
some asserting that, as it was my first time, I could not be too gentle
with the animals, avoiding the slightest risk of hurting them, and even
suffering their rough play without any effort to check it. Others, on
the contrary, advised me at once to seek the mastery over the beasts,
and by two or three severe lessons to teach them caution, if not
respect. This counsel, I own, chimed in with my own notions, and also
better accorded with what, after my late vauntings, I felt to be my
duty.
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