The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Forgery; or, Best Intentions.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
"Why, you see, sir," replied the man, "the way they carried on their
trade was this: they went into a field, killed half-a-dozen sheep or
so, skinned them upon the spot, and left the head, skin, and feet in
the field. Then upon the commons, you know, there's a great number of
donkeys. Well, they used to gather them all together, or as many as
they wanted, put the mutton on their backs, and drive them away ten or
twelve miles to market. They found plenty of butchers ready to buy the
carcases, without asking where they came from--just as men buy game
now-a-days. However, a man who had a donkey on the common found that
every now and then he lost him for a whole day, and sometimes when he
came home his back was bloody; and that roused suspicion as to how the
stolen sheep were disposed of. For a long time they could not trap
them; but at last a shrewd old fellow fell upon a plan, and getting
the asses all together one night, they stuffed their hoofs with a
compound of red ochre and something else to make it stiff, and then
turned them loose, well knowing they would not go very far before
morning. The next day, ten or twelve of the donkeys were missing, and
a whole heap of people set out upon the track--for there were plenty
of marks of red ochre near the field, where some sheep had been stolen
the night before. They had no great difficulty now; for all along the
road the thieves had taken, one stone had a mark, and another stone
had a mark, for nine or ten miles or more, till they came to the place
where the carcases had been carried; and there they found thieves, and
sheep, and asses, and all. That stopped the business for some time;
but now they have got another plan, which is safer. A man comes down
from London in a light cart, and there are five or six different
places, at each of which he stops, gets out, and goes into the next
field. There he finds whatever has been stolen during the night; and
whatever it may be, whether it be a dead sheep, fowls, or game, linen,
clothes, or anything else, there is sure to be a ticket upon it with
the price marked. If he likes the price, he takes the goods, and he
almost always does, for they never put half the value upon them; and
then he sends down the money every week to what they call their
bankers, in some of the towns near; and they take the fellow-ticket to
that which they left upon the goods, and get the money, giving the
banker his share."
"Is it possible that such a system is tolerated in England?" exclaimed
Henry. "Why, it could not be carried on even in Spain, where heaven
knows, justice is lax enough."
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