John Herring: A West of England Romance. Volume 2 (of 3)Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
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John Herring: A West of England Romance. Volume 2 (of 3)
Baring-Gould, S. (Sabine)
West Country (England) -- Fiction
’Your father is bitten with Ophir,’ he answered. ’He and I have nearly
come to hard words. It is the first time we have had any difference,
and we have been warm on both sides. I must find out about Ophir, if
only to save him; for Tramplara has woven his web round him, and has so
dusted his eyes with gold that he can neither free himself nor see
clearly where he is. He will infallibly be brought to ruin again by
that wretched old man, unless I get to the bottom of the mystery of this
accursed Ophir.’
’Oh, Mr. Herring!’ pleaded Cicely, putting her hands together; ’do—do
help us.’
’Yes, _Miss_ Cicely.’
’I beg your pardon,’ she said, and the clouds cleared from her pleasant
face. ’Cousin John, what should we—what should I do without you?’
’I have done nothing as yet. But I am determined to expose Ophir, and
by so doing to save your father.’
’How will you set about it?’
’I have a clue—a shekel.’
John Herring went in search of Grizzly. The old savage was now generally
to be found near Ophir. The mine exercised a strange attraction on the
wild old man. The visitors spoke to him, and asked him questions about
the Giant’s Table, and the Jews, and the gold, and then made him
presents. Some of the more intemperate among the Temperates had serious
thought of setting him up as a representative of Jonadab the son of
Rechab, and put leading questions to him, to elicit from him traditions
of such descent. But further inquiries into the habits and
peculiarities of his parent stock at Nymet damped their enthusiasm. The
Nymet savages, even if temperate, which was doubtful, were not shining
moral lights to hold up as examples in other particulars. Grizzly had
become somewhat civilised by association with human beings. When he was
tired of being questioned, he rambled off upon the moors, and
disappeared up the stream in the direction of Rayborough Pool, but not
for long. The stir of Ophir drew him back. He liked watching the
stampers, and to stand on the bank above the washing floors, chuckling
and sniggering at the people examining the sediment and picking out the
glittering grains.
There Herring found him. He at once attacked him on the subject of the
shekel.
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