The Land of Bondage: A RomanceBloundelle-Burton, John
History
The Land of Bondage: A Romance
Bloundelle-Burton, John
Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
"And now," said Oliver, "let's see for the abode. The number is
twenty-seven, this is fourteen--it cannot be afar. Wil't come in
Gerald and show thyself to my friend, who will surely gape for wonder
at seeing a real lord; or go into the tavern? Or, stay, yonder seems a
decent coffeehouse where, doubtless, you may read a journal or so; or
what?"
I was about to say I would go with him and, because I was in a merry
mood, exclaimed that I would treat his friend to so gay a sight as a
real Irish lord when, alas! my boyish attention was attracted by a
raree-show fellow who came along, followed by a mob of children of all
ages, many grown-up men and women, and his servant or assistant. This
latter bore upon his back the long box in which his master kept his
stock-in-trade and apparatus, and, as they drew near, was cursing
vehemently the crowd who wished them to exhibit their tricks and
wonders. "What," he muttered, "show you the fleas that run at tilt
when there is not so much as a groat amongst you all, or the hedgehog
that can divine the stars, or the wonderful snake, for which we paid
twenty Dutch ducatoons at Antwerp--and without payment, the devil take
you all!"
But here, while still the children screamed at him and his master and
the elders jeered, his eyes fell on me standing at the hither end of
the street after Oliver had gone in to the house he wanted, and,
advancing down it, he said: "Now here is a young gentleman of quality
or I ne'er saw one, whose purse is lined with many a fat piece I
warrant. Noble, sir," addressing me, and speaking most volubly, "will
you not pay to see our show? We can exhibit you the wonderful snake
and divining hedgehog, the five-legged sheep and six-clawed lobster,
the dolls who dance to the bagpipes' merry squeak and the ape who
scratched the Cardinal's nose in Rome. Or my master will knock you a
knife in at one cheek and out at t'other without pain or bleeding,
swallow dull cotton and blow out fire or make a meal of burning coals,
or by dexterity of hand fill your hat full of guineas from an empty
bottle. And then again, noble sir, we have pills that are good against
an earthquake, so that the worst cannot disturb you; or, again, an
elixir which shall prevent the lightning from harming you even tho' it
strike you fair, or still again----"
But here I interrupted him, crying, "Nay! nay! I want not your pills
or elixir, but I have ten minutes to await a friend, so show me your
curious beasts and I will give you a shilling."
"And let us see, too," the mob cried. "We must see, too."
"Ay," said the master of the raree-show taking the word up while he
opened his box to earn my shilling, "Ay, you must see, too, though
devil a fadge have you got to pay. Yet, ere long, will I hire a booth
where none can see who pay not. I'll lead this dog's out-o'-door life
no longer."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account