The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel JackDefoe, Daniel
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The History and Remarkable Life of the Truly Honourable Colonel Jacque, Commonly Called Colonel Jack
Defoe, Daniel
Adventure stories, English; England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Picaresque fiction
I was very glad of the occasion, and, in short, took security there of
the person for delivering the horse safe and sound, and had 15s.
sterling for the riding him. Upon this agreement, I gave order to leave
the horse at the Falcon, at Puckeridge, and where I heard, many years
after, that he was honestly left, and that the owner had him again, but
had nothing for the loan of him.
Being thus eased of the expense of my horse, and having nothing at all
to do, I began to consider with myself what would become of me, and
what I could turn my hand to. I had not much diminished my stock of
money, for though I was all the way so wary that I would not join with
my captain in his desperate attempts, yet I made no scruple to live at
his expense, which, as I came out of England only to keep him company,
had been but just, had I not known that all he had to spend upon me was
what he robbed honest people of, and that I was all that while a
receiver of stolen goods. But I was not come off so far then as to
scruple that part at all.
In the next place, I was not so anxious about my money running low,
because I knew what a reserve I had made at London. But still I was
very willing to have engaged in any honest employment for a livelihood,
for I was sick indeed of the wandering life which I had led, and was
resolved to thieve no more. But then two or three things which I had
offered me I lost, because I could not write or read.
This afflicted me a great while very much; but the stabler, as I have
called him, delivered me from my anxiety that way by bringing me to an
honest but a poor young man, who undertook to teach me both to write
and read, and in a little time too, and for a small expense, if I would
take pains at it. I promised all possible diligence, and to work I went
with it, but found the writing much more difficult to me than the
reading.
However, in half a year’s time, or thereabouts, I could read, and write
too, tolerably well, insomuch that I began to think I was now fit for
business. And I got by it into the service of a certain officer of the
customs, who employed me for a time; but as he set me to do little but
pass and repass between Leeds and Edinburgh, with the accounts which he
kept for the farmers of the customs there, leaving me to live at my own
expense till my wages should be due, I run out the little money I had
left, in clothes and subsistence, and a little before the year’s end,
when I was to have £12 English money, truly my master was turned out of
his place; and, which was worse, having been charged with some
misapplications, was obliged to take shelter in England, and so we that
were servants, for there were three of us, were left to shift for
ourselves.
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