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
"Clear out, clear out," said Rambone, fetching his whip toward all of
us; "I am left in authority here, and I must have proper discipline. Mrs
Steelyard, I am surprised at you. Girls, you must never go on like this.
What will his Reverence say to me? Come along with me, thou villain
Welshman, and give me a light for my pipe, if you please."
It was a sad thing to behold a man of this noble nature, having gifts of
everything (whether of body, or heart, or soul), only wanting gift of
mind; and for want of that alone, making wreck of all the rest. I let
him lead me; while I felt how I longed to have the lead of him. But that
was in stronger hands than mine.
"Come, and I'll show thee a strange sight, Taffy," he said to me very
pleasantly, as soon as his pipe was kindled; "only I must have my horse,
to inspire them with respect for me, as well as to keep my distance.
Where is thy charger, thou valiant Taffy?"
I answered his Reverence that I would rather travel afoot, if it were
not too far; neither could he persuade me, after the experience of that
morning, to hoist my flag on an unknown horse, the command of which he
offered me. So forth we set, the Parson on horseback, and in very high
spirits, trolling songs, leaping hedges, frolicking enough to frighten
one, and I on foot, rather stiff and weary, and needing a glass of grog,
without any visible chance of getting it.
"Here, you despondent Taffy; take this, and brighten up a bit. It is
true you are going to the gallows; but there's no room for you there
just now."
I saw what he meant, as he handed me his silver hunting-flask, for they
have a fashion about there of hanging bad people at cross ways, and
leaving them there for the good of others, and to encourage honesty. And
truly the place was chosen well; for in the hollow not far below it,
might be found those savage folk, of whom I said something a good while
ago. And I did not say then what I might have said; because I felt
scandalised, and unwilling to press any question of doubtful doings upon
thoroughly accomplished people. But now I am bound, like a hospital
surgeon, to display the whole of it.
"Take hold of the tail of my horse, old Taffy," said his Reverence to
me; "and I will see you clear of them. Have no fear, for they all know
me."
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