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
Because, when I found no means to escape this degrading voyage to
Devonshire, I had said to myself that at any rate it would enable me to
peg down those people for the future. Not that they boasted, so to
speak, but that they held their tongues at our boasts; as much as to
say, "You may talk if you please; it does you good; and our land is such
that we never need contradict you."
But now when I saw these ins and outs, and ups and downs, and cornering
places, and the wrinkles of the valleys, and the cheeks of the very
rocks, set with green as bright and lively (after a burning summer) as
our own country can show in May, I began to think--though I would not
say it, through patriotic unwillingness--that the people who lived in
such land as this could well afford to hold their tongues, and hearken
our talk with pleasure. Captain Fuzzy said no word, to show that he was
home again; neither did he care to ask my opinion about the look of it.
And old Ike treating me likewise, though he ought to have known much
better, there I found myself compelled by my natural desire to know all
about my fellow-creatures, to carry on what must have been a most highly
flattering patronage towards the boy who did our slop-work, and whose
name was "Bang," because everybody banged him.
This boy, forgetting the respect which is due to the mate of a ship of
commerce--for I now assumed that position legally, over the head of old
Ikey, who acknowledged my rank when announced to him--this ignorant boy
had the insolence to give me a clumsy nudge, and inquire--
"Du 'e knaw thiccy peart over yanner? Them down-plasses, and them zandy
backs?"
"My boy," I replied, "I have not the honour of knowing anything about
them. Very likely you think a good deal of them."
"Whai, thee must be a born vule. Them be Braunton Burrusses!"
"Be them indeed? Take this, my boy, for such valuable information." And
I gave him a cuff of an earnest nature, such as he rarely obtained,
perhaps, and well calculated to be of timely service to him. He howled a
good bit, and attempted to kick; whereupon I raised him from his natural
level, and made his head acquainted with the nature of the foremast,
preserving my temper quite admirably, but bearing in mind the great
importance of impressing discipline at an early age. And I reaped a
well-deserved reward in his lifelong gratitude and respect.
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