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
It was not long before we made them understand that we were in the same
circumstances with themselves, and so we soon became one company; and
after resting some time on the English side of the river (for we were
heartily tired, and the others were as much fatigued as we were)—I say,
after resting awhile, we set forwards towards Newcastle, whither we
resolved to go to get our passage by sea to London; for we had not
money to hold us out any farther.
Our money was ebbed very low; for though I had one piece of gold in my
pocket, which I kept reserved for the last extremity, yet it was but
half-a-guinea, and my captain had bore all our charges as far as his
money would go, so that when we came to Newcastle we had but sixpence
left in all to help ourselves, and the two Scots had begged their way
all along the road.
We contrived to come into Newcastle in the dusk of the evening, and
even then we durst not venture into the public part of the town, but
made down towards the river, something below the town, where some
glass-houses stand. Here we knew not what to do with ourselves; but,
guided by our fate, we put a good face upon the matter, and went into
an alehouse, sat down, and called for a pint of beer.
The house was kept by a woman only—that is to say, we saw no other; and
as she appeared very frank and entertained us cheerfully, we at last
told our condition, and asked her if she could not help us to some kind
master of a collier that would give us a passage to London by sea. The
subtle devil, who immediately found us proper fish for her hook, gave
us the kindest words in the world, and told us she was heartily sorry
she had not seen us one day sooner; that there was a collier-master, of
her particular acquaintance, that went away but with the morning tide;
that the ship was fallen down to Shields, but she believed was hardly
over the bar yet, and she would send to his house and see if he was
gone on board; for sometimes the masters do not go away till a tide
after the ship, and she was sure, if he was not gone, she could prevail
with him to take us all in; but then she was afraid we must go on board
immediately, the same night.
We begged her to send to his house, for we knew not what to do, and if
she could oblige him to take us on board, we did not care what time of
night it was; for, as we had no money, we had no lodging, and we wanted
nothing but to be on board.
We looked upon this as a mighty favour, that she sent to the master’s
house, and, to our greater joy, she brought us word about an hour after
that he was not gone, and was at a tavern in the town, whither his boy
had been to fetch him, and that he had sent word he would call there in
the way home.
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