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
Bang was ashamed to deliver this message; and I cannot describe to you
my wrath, as slowly I wrung it out of him. His head went into his neck
almost, for fear of my taking it by the handles, which nature had
provided in his two ears, and letting him learn (as done once before)
that the mast had harder knots in it. But I always scorn injustice; and
Bang was not to be blamed for this. So I treated him kindly; as I might
wish a boy of my own to be treated by a man of large experience. And I
let him go home to his mother's house, which was said to be somewhere
within a league, and then I went to see what manners had been shown in
the pickling-tub.
Here I found precious little indeed, and only the bottom stuff of
coxcombs, tails, and nails, and over-harpings, thready bits, and
tapeworm stuff, such as we pray deliverance from, unless it comes to
famine. Nevertheless, in my now condition I grieved that there was not
more of it. Because how could I get across to my native land again? All
the small coasting-craft were laid up, as if they were china for
shelfing, immediately after that gale of wind, which (but for me) must
have capsized us. These fellows up the rivers never get a breath of
seamanship. Sudden squalls are all they think of. Sea room, and the
power of it, they would be afraid of.
At one time I thought of walking home, because none of these traders
would venture it; and if I had only a guinea to start with on the road
to Bristol, nothing could have stopped me. For, say what I might to
myself about it, and reason however carefully, I could not reconcile
with my conscience these things that detained me. The more I considered
only three half-crowns, and the mere chance of wild-ducks on the river,
the less I perceived how my duty lay, and the more it appeared to be
movable. And why was I bound to stop here like this, when their place
was to take me home again, according to stipulation? To apply to the
mayor, as I knew, was useless, especially now that I owed him a bill; as
for the bench of magistrates, one had already a bias against me, because
I went into a wood one night to watch an eclipse of the moon, and took
my telescope; which they all swore was a gun! Being disappointed with
the moon's proceedings, I slammed up my telescope hastily, and at the
same time puffed my pipe; and there was a fellow on watch so vile as to
swear to the sound and the smoke of a gun! And this fellow proved to be
a Welshman of the name of Llewellyn, and a cousin of mine within seven
generations! I acquit him of knowing this fact at the time; and when in
cross-examination I let him know it, and nobody else, he came back to
his duty, and swore white all the black he had sworn before.
Nevertheless I did not like it (though acquitted amidst universal
applause) on account of the notoriety; and finding him one night upon
the barge walk, and his manners irritating, I was enabled to impress him
with a sense of consanguinity. And after that I might bear my telescope,
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