Dariel: A Romance of SurreyBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Dariel: A Romance of Surrey
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Surrey (England) -- Fiction
"When you come to know them, you might find worse fellows; for I
cannot call them treacherous exackly. They would skin you to your
spare-rib, if you let them have the chance; but they won't stick a
knife into you, until you aggravate them. I am getting rather thick
with some of them, by making out a little of their crack-jaw words,
though there seems to be no end of them. But talk about jaws, I
need not tell you, as you have seen too much of them. There was a
man in Yorkshire, about fifty years ago, who could get through a
lamb, and then three quarters of her mother. But one of these
fellows would eat the whole sheep first, and then take her little
ones for desert. But you must remember that their sheep weigh less
than ours, and I like to see a man make a hearty dinner. But it is
hard lines to pay him for the sheep; and then let him come to dine
with you, as he must do, so that you never get a taste of it.
"However I am not complaining. The country must be beautiful, when
the snow lets a fellow look at it, and you think the more about it,
because it is out of sight. Tell Rosa that the girls are not a
patch upon her, and she would laugh to see how they put their hair
up. The men are not refined enough to think much of the women; but
make them wear swabs upon their faces, and the insects are
tremenjious in the summer-time. We have got more than we can do now
to keep any road clear to get at the pocket where the stones are,
just a soft place between two tremenjious rocks; down comes the
snow again, and you could scarcely find it out, unless you leave a
black tar-pole sticking up, and then you must fix it wonderfully
firm, or you won't find it in the morning, for the wind does blow,
I can tell you. We shall have to knock off for three months, I am
afraid, and where am I to go to all the time? The Russians are not
half bad fellows, only some of them too pious when you come to know
them. Only you may be glad of that sometimes, because when they go
to say their prayers, you get the best place by the fire. I don't
care for quite so much tea myself, and I have not tasted a good bit
of tobacco for a month. But everybody says that when some great
man, who has been living for several years in England, and I do
believe I have heard you speak of him, when he comes back they say
he will change everything, all the thieves of the mountains will
begin to say their prayers, and nobody will stick his best friend
for nothing. If this can be managed, it will be a true excelsior.
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