Katerfelto: A Story of ExmoorWhyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
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Katerfelto: A Story of Exmoor
Whyte-Melville, G. J. (George John)
Exmoor (England) -- Fiction
"Thee be'est a drunken old twoad!" exclaimed a buxom countrywoman,
apple-faced and dark-haired, to her laughing mate, not the least in
tones of conjugal reproof, but rather as a delighted damsel of the
present time might say to her degenerate admirer; "how _can_ you be so
silly!" while the strapping fellow's sides shook, and his honest face
grinned from ear to ear at such homely jests and simple sights as both
had trudged half-a-score of miles into Dulverton to enjoy. It was an
hour or so after noon, and the Revel seemed at its height. Two or three
booths offered the indispensable refreshment of cheese, cold meat, and
cider. On the floor of a waggon, which formed his primitive stage, a
jack-pudding, as he was called, performed certain antics, affording
inexhaustible amusement to the spectators, who were never tired of
watching him inflate his cheeks, loll out his tongue, eat lighted
candle-ends, or feign to pull straws out of his eye. A fat lady, a
giant, and a dwarf were respectively portrayed on the sides of a van, in
which all three were supposed to be domiciled; while a drum, fiddle, and
brass instrument played appropriate airs without ceasing and cruelly out
of time. The rustics, many of them stout moorland men from the wilds of
Brendon and Dunkerry, or borderers of North Devon and West Somerset,
with here and there a swarthy, broad-shouldered visitor all the way from
Cornwall, strolled about, gaping, grinning, and drinking, in a high
state of contentment and delight, each with a ruddy-faced damsel at his
elbow, to whom, as occasion served, he offered his boisterous jest or
rude and hearty salute. These gallants were mostly fine specimens of
manhood, tall, straight, and well-limbed, with a frank, fearless air
about them, as though equally ready for a feast and a fray. The women,
while of lower stature in proportion, were exceedingly comely, some even
beautiful, dark-haired, dark-eyed, delicate of features, and with the
bloom of health mantling in their cheeks. One and all wore garments of
bright colours and daring contrasts. One and all drank freely of cider
and other liquors. One and all seemed resolved thoroughly to enjoy the
present, and make the most of Dulverton Revel, seeing that it came but
once a year.
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