The Maid of SkerBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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The Maid of Sker
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Foundlings -- Fiction; Romance fiction; Wales -- Fiction
"Ship your starboard oars, you lubbers. Do you want to run me down? What
the devil brings you here, at this time of the morning?" Hereupon these
worthy fellows dropped their oars, from wonder; until I showed them
their mistake, and begged them to sheer off a little. For if I had
accepted rope, such as they wished to throw me, they might have put in
adverse claims, and made me pay for my own boat!
"When a poor man has been at work all night," said I, to break off their
officiousness; "while all you lazy galley-rakers were abed and snoring,
can't he put his shirt to dry, without you wanting to plunder him?"
To temper off what might appear a little rude, though wholesome, I now
permitted them to see a stoneware gallon full of beer, or at least I had
only had two pints out. Finding this to be the case, and being hot with
rowing so rapidly to my rescue, they were well content to have some
beer, and drop all further claims. And as I never can bear to be mean, I
gave them the two and sixpence also.
Sandy Macraw took all this money; and I only hope that he shared it
duly; and then, as he never seemed at all to understand my contempt of
him, he spoke in that dry drawl of his, which he always droned to drive
me into very dreadful words, and then to keep his distance.
"I am heartily glad, ma mon, to see the loock ye have encoontered. Never
shall ye say agin that I have the advantage of ye. The boit stud me in
mickle siller; but ye have grappit a boit for nort."
I cannot write down his outlandish manner of pronouncing English; nor
will I say much more about it; because he concealed his jealousy so,
that I had no enjoyment of it, except when I reasoned with myself. And I
need have expected nothing better from such a self-controlling rogue.
But when we came to Porthcawl Point--where some shelter is from wind,
and two public-houses, and one private--the whole affair was so
straightforward, and the distance of my boat from shore, at time of
capture, so established and so witnessed, that no steward of any manor
durst even cast sheep's-eyes at her. A paper was drawn up and signed;
and the two public-houses, at my expense, christened her "Old Davy."
And indeed, for a little spell, I had enough to do with people, who came
at all hours of the day, to drink the health of my boat and me; many of
whom seemed to fail to remember really who was the one to pay. And being
still in cash a little, and so generous always, I found a whole basket
of whiting, and three large congers, and a lobster, disappear against
chalk-marks, whereof I had no warning, and far worse, no flavour. But
what I used to laugh at was, that when we explained to one another how
the law lay on this question, and how the craft became legally mine, as
a derelict from the Andalusia, drifting at more than a league from
land,--all our folk being short and shallow in the English language,
took up the word, and called my boat, all over the parish, my "RELICT;"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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