Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)Kennedy, John Pendleton
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Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Kennedy, John Pendleton
Maryland -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
Some few years before I have presented him in these pages he had come
over to Maryland, with a party of Flemings, to gather for his old age
that harvest of wealth and ease which the common report promised to all
who set foot upon the golden shores of the Indies--Maryland, in vulgar
belief, being a part of this land of wonders. The captain neither
stumbled upon a gold mine, nor picked up an Indian princess with a
dowry of diamonds; but he fared scarce worse, in his own estimation,
when he found himself, in a pleasant sunny clime, invested with the
rank of captain of musqueteers, with a snug shelter in the fort, a
reasonably fair and punctual allowance of pay--much better, than had
been his lot under former masters,--and a frank welcome at all times
into the mansion of the Lord Proprietary. Add to these the delights
more congenial to the training of his past life, a few wet companions,
namely, to help him through an evening potation, and no despicable
choice of wines and other comforts at the Crow and Archer, where the
Captain with due alacrity became a domesticated and privileged guest,
and it may still better be comprehended how little he was likely to
repine at his fortune.
His figure had, in youth, been evidently remarked for strength and
symmetry--but age and varied service, combined with habits of irregular
indulgence, had communicated to it a bluff and corpulent dimension. His
port nevertheless was erect, and his step as firm as in his days of
lustihood. His eye still sparkled with rays but little quenched by
time, although unseasonable vigils sometimes rendered it bloodshotten.
A thick neck and rosy complexion betokened a hale constitution; and the
ripple of a deep and constantly welling humour, that played upon his
strongly marked features, expressed in characters that could not be
misread, that love of companionship which had been, perhaps, the most
frequent shoal upon which his hopes in life had been stranded. His
crown was bald and encircled by a fair supply of crisp, curly and
silvery hair, whilst a thick grey moustache gave a martial and veteran
air to his visnomy.
His dress served to set off his figure to the best advantage. It
consisted of the doublet and ruff, short cloak and trunk hose, the
parti-coloured stocking and capacious boot proper to the old English
costume which, about the period of the Restoration, began to give way
to the cumbrous foppery of the last century. This costume was still
retained by many in the province, and belonged to the military
equipment of the garrison of St. Mary's, where it was fashioned of
light green cloth garnished with yellow lace.
Arrayed in this guise, Captain Dauntrees had some excuse for a small
share of vanity on the score of having worn well up to a green old age;
and it was manifest that he sought to improve this impression by the
debonair freedom with which he wore a drab beaver, with its broad flap
looped up on one side, leaving his ample brow bared to wind and
weather.
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