Great Britain. Royal Navy -- Juvenile fiction; Midshipmen -- Juvenile fiction; Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction
Shouts and imprecations followed me, but though I pulled at the rein
with all my might, I could not stop him. On he went, upsetting a booth
of crockery and scattering the contents; he dashed in among a herd of
pigs, which scampered off in all directions; when finally, attempting to
leap over a tent in our course, he went through one side of it, pitching
me before him, and down he came on to the middle of the table, with his
hind legs under the bench, and very nearly on the top of me.
I scrambled out of the way, bruised and scratched, receiving no very
friendly greeting from the owner of the booth. Larry, who had seen what
was going on, followed, and assisted to extricate my steed as well as
me.
Its knees were cut and hind legs sprained, and I felt as if every bone
in my body was broken, though I managed to get on my feet, and, giving
myself a shake, had the satisfaction of discovering that nothing of the
sort had occurred.
My brothers-in-law, coming up, paid the men for the damage done to the
crockery booth and the tent my steed had upset, out of the proceeds of
their sale; and I, to show that I was not daunted, remounted my horse.
"Have you sufficiently enjoyed the humours of the fair, Terence?" asked
Fitzgerald.
"Faith, indeed I have, and sufficient to last me a mighty long time," I
answered.
In one place there were a dozen fellows piled up, one upon another,
struggling and kicking, with their heads cut and their noses bleeding;
but few of them had lost their voices, and not one of them was mortally
wounded.
I had charged Larry not to join in any of the fights; and though he
confessed that he had been sorely tempted, he had become too well
disciplined at sea to disobey me. He came out of the fair, therefore,
with a whole skin, having employed himself for a good portion of the
time in amusing the boys and girls with some tunes on his fiddle. I
took care to see him clear of the fair, and free from danger, before we
put our horses into a trot.
The whole scene gave me some idea of the state of my native country, to
become still more unhappy before many more years were over, owing to the
misguiding of hot-headed men, and the cruel treatment of a Government
whose only notion of ruling was by stern suppression and terrorism.
We rode too fast to allow of Larry playing his fiddle, so he was obliged
to put it in its case, and trot after us.
I felt dreadfully stiff for several days after this adventure, and but
little inclined to ride, though I managed to walk about.
Denis begged me to go with him to fish in a stream which ran into the
Shannon three or four miles from the house. I agreed, for the sake of
having his society, although no adept in the art of throwing a fly.
Larry accompanied us, to carry our baskets, and the fish we intended to
bring home. We started later in the day than we had intended, so that
the best part of it had gone by before we could reach the stream.
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