Maryland -- History -- Fiction; United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
Our dear friend Captain Clapsaddle was away when my grandfather fell
sick, having been North for three months or more on some business known
to few. 'Twas generally supposed he went to Massachusetts to confer with
the patriots of that colony. Hearing the news as he rode into town,
he came booted and spurred to Marlboro' Street before going to his
lodgings. I ran out to meet him, and he threw his arms about me on the
street so that those who were passing smiled, for all knew the captain.
And Harvey, who always came to take the captain's horse, swore that he
was glad to see a friend of the family once again. I told the captain
very freely of my doings, and showed him the clipping from the Gazette,
which made him laugh heartily. But a shade came upon his face when I
rehearsed the scene we had with my uncle and Mr. Allen in the garden.
“What,” says he, “Mr. Carvel hath sent you to Mr. Allen on your uncle's
advice?”
“No,” I answered, “to do my uncle justice, he said not a word to Mr.
Carvel about it.”
The captain turned the subject. He asked me much concerning the rector
and what he taught me, and appeared but ill-pleased at that I had
to tell him. But he left me without so much as a word of comment or
counsel. For it was a principle with Captain Clapsaddle not to influence
in any way the minds of the young, and he would have deemed it unfair to
Mr. Carvel had he attempted to win my sympathies to his. Captain
Daniel was the first the old gentleman asked to see when visitors were
permitted him, and you may be sure the faithful soldier was below stairs
waiting for the summons.
I was some three weeks with my new tutor, the rector, before my
grandfather's illness, and went back again as soon as he began to mend.
I was not altogether unhappy, owing to a certain grim pleasure I had
in debating with him, which I shall presently relate. There was much
to annoy and anger me, too. My cousin Philip was forever carping and
criticising my Greek and Latin, and it was impossible not to feel his
sneer at my back when I construed. He had pat replies ready to correct
me when called upon, and 'twas only out of consideration for Mr. Carvel
that I kept my hands from him when we were dismissed.
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