John Deane of Nottingham: Historic Adventures by Land and SeaKingston, William Henry Giles
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John Deane of Nottingham: Historic Adventures by Land and Sea
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Dean, John, 1679-1761
The animal was, however, he saw at a second glance, not destitute of
bone and muscle; while the rider's expression of countenance and general
appearance made it difficult to believe that he was of the pacific
character his words would imply. A pair of substantial saddle-bags hung
across the saddle, and Jack observed that the butts of two pistols
projected from the holsters on either side.
"Why, Master Pearson, you have made good despatch with your business in
the north," said Jack; "for I think I am not wrong in calling you by
that name. I hope that it has been successful."
"As things generally go with me," answered Pearson carelessly. "I am
now on my way south again to Cambridge and other places; for I also have
some interest in the wool trade, and hope to be at Stourbridge Fair:
that beats every other mart in the world, in my opinion."
"I have heard that it was far above our Goose Fair," said Jack, "though
we are not ashamed of that either."
"That is a right curious name you give your fair, Master Deane,"
observed Pearson. "There must be a great sight of geese sold there, I'm
thinking."
"Not exactly," answered Jack. "I do not know that more geese are sold
then than at any other time."
"Then come, tell me why it is called Goose Fair: there must be a reason
for it," said Pearson. "If you know it, out with the truth, lad."
"The reason why our Nottingham Fair is called Goose Fair? Well, if you
needs must know the story, I'll out with it," said Jack, thus pressed by
his companion. "Of course, having been born and bred in Nottingham, I
believe all about it. You must know that some time, since bold Robin
Hood ranged through Sherwood Forest, at all events between his days and
ours, there dwelt within it, some ten miles away, a worthy knight and
his dame. The better half of the knight was a shrew, and led him a
wretched life. He had a son, on whom he bestowed all the affection
which his wife might have shared. At length death relieved him of his
tormentor. The dame died and was buried. He had a wonderfully heavy
stone put on the top of her grave, lest she should come to life again;
and then he gave all his thoughts to the education of his son. He
resolved, moreover, that he should not make the mistake of which he had
been guilty by marrying too early. He therefore kept the boy closely
confined within the precincts of his own domain, within which not a
female of any age, old or young, was allowed to enter. They were all
alike, he declared. The oldest might inveigle his boy as well as the
youngest. At length the lad having approached the age of twenty-one,
and being perfectly contented with his lot, his father thought that he
might with safety take him to Nottingham Fair where he had business.
Scarcely had they dismounted from their steeds than a damsel with black
eyes and rosy cheeks came tripping by. The lad regarded her with eyes
of astonishment and admiration.
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