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
"So be it!" he ejaculated, as he threw the letter from him, and flung
himself back into his chair. "You will obey this high behest? With all
humbleness, we will thank these knaves for their many condescensions,
and their good favours. Your uncle, the Chancellor here, our old
frosted comrade, is the first that your Lordship will give bare-headed
to the sky. As for myself, I have been voted an incarnate devil in a
half dozen conclaves--and so Fendall shall be the surveyor. I hope your
Lordship will remember that I have a military command--a sturdy
stronghold in the fort of Christina--and some stout fellows with me on
the border. It might be hard to persuade them to part company with me."
"Peace, I pray you, peace!" interrupted the Proprietary; "you are
nettled, Talbot, and that is not the mood for counsel."
"These pious cut-throats here," said Talbot, "who talk of our
degeneracy, slander us to the whole world: and, faith, I am not of the
mind to bear it! I speak plainly what I have thought long since--and
would rather do than speak. I would arrest the ring-leaders upon a
smaller scruple of proof than I would set a vagrant in the stocks. You
have Fendall now, my Lord--I would have his fellows before long: and
the space between taking and trying should not add much to the length
of their beards:--between trying and hanging, still less."
"As to that," said the Proprietary, "every day brings us fresh
testimony of the sedition afoot, and we shall not be slow to do justice
on the parties. We have good information of the extent of the plot
against us, and but wait until an open act shall make their guilt
unquestionable. Master Coode is now upon bail only because we were
somewhat too hasty in his arrest. There are associates of Fendall's at
work who little dream of our acquaintance with their designs."
"When does your provincial court hold its sessions?" inquired the
Surveyor.
"In less than a month."
"It should make sure work and speedy," said Talbot. "Master Fendall
should find himself at the end of his tether at the first sitting."
"Ay, and Coode too," said one of the council: "notwithstanding that the
burgesses have stepped forward to protect him. The House guessed well
of the temper against your Lordship in England, when they stood up so
hardily, last month, in favour of Captain Coode, after your Lordship
had commanded his expulsion. It was an unnatural contumacy."
"In truth, we have never had peace in the province," said another,
"since Fendall was allowed to return from his banishment. That man hath
set on hotter, but not subtler spirits than his own. He has a quiet
craftiness which never sleeps nor loses sight of his purpose of
disturbance."
"Alas!" said the Proprietary, "he has not lacked material to work with.
The burgesses have been disaffected ever since my father's death. I
know not in what point of kindness I have erred towards them. God knows
I would cherish affection, not ill-will. My aim has ever been to do
justice to all men."
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