The Lady of the Barge and Others, Entire CollectionJacobs, W. W. (William Wymark)
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The Lady of the Barge and Others, Entire Collection
Jacobs, W. W. (William Wymark)
England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Humorous stories, English; River life -- Fiction
“Then Henery Walker see it. We was sitting inside ’ere with scythes,
and pitchforks, and such-like things handy, when we see ’im come in
without ’is hat. His eyes were staring and ’is hair was all rumpled. He
called for a pot o’ ale and drank it nearly off, and then ’e sat
gasping and ’olding the mug between ’is legs and shaking ’is ’ead at
the floor till everybody ’ad left off talking to look at ’im.
“‘Wot’s the matter, Henery?’ ses one of ’em.
“‘Don’t ask me,’ ses Henery Walker, with a shiver.
“‘You don’t mean to say as ’ow you’ve seen the tiger?” ses Bill
Chambers.
“Henery Walker didn’t answer ’im. He got up and walked back’ards and
for’ards, still with that frightened look in ’is eyes, and once or
twice ’e give such a terrible start that ’e frightened us ’arf out of
our wits. Then Bill Chambers took and forced ’im into a chair and give
’im two o’ gin and patted ’im on the back, and at last Henery Walker
got ’is senses back agin and told us ’ow the tiger ’ad chased ’im all
round and round the trees in Plashett’s Wood until ’e managed to climb
up a tree and escape it. He said the tiger ’ad kept ’im there for over
an hour, and then suddenly turned round and bolted off up the road to
Wickham.
“It was a merciful escape, and everybody said so except Sam Jones, and
’e asked so many questions that at last Henery Walker asked ’im
outright if ’e disbelieved ’is word.
“‘It’s all right, Sam,’ ses Bob Pretty, as ’ad come in just after
Henery Walker. ‘I see ’im with the tiger after ’im.’
“‘Wot?’ ses Henery, staring at him.
“‘I see it all, Henery,’ ses Bob Pretty, ‘and I see your pluck. It was
all you could do to make up your mind to run from it. I believe if
you’d ’ad a fork in your ‘and you’d ’ave made a fight for it.”
“Everybody said ‘Bravo!’; but Henery Walker didn’t seem to like it at
all. He sat still, looking at Bob Pretty, and at last ’e ses, ‘Where
was you?’ ’e s,es.
“‘Up another tree, Henery, where you couldn’t see me,’ ses Bob Pretty,
smiling at ’im.
“Henery Walker, wot was drinking some beer, choked a bit, and then ’e
put the mug down and went straight off ’ome without saying a word to
anybody. I knew ’e didn’t like Bob Pretty, but I couldn’t see why ’e
should be cross about ’is speaking up for ’im as ’e had done, but Bob
said as it was ’is modesty, and ’e thought more of ’im for it.
“After that things got worse than ever; the wimmen and children stayed
indoors and kept the doors shut, and the men never knew when they went
out to work whether they’d come ’ome agin. They used to kiss their
children afore they went out of a morning, and their wives too, some of
’em; even men who’d been married for years did. And several more of ’em
see the tiger while they was at work, and came running ’ome to tell
about it.
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