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
they must fight, fight they should until one fell down, and could not
come to the scratch again. And Drake had a boy of equal spirit with his
own to contend against, not however of bone and muscle to support him
thoroughly. But who could grieve, or feel it half so much as young Drake
Bampfylde did, when the other boy, in three days' time, died from a
buzzing upon his brain? He might have got into mischief now, even though
he was of far higher family than the boy who had foundered instead of
striking; but chiefly for the goodwill of the school, and by reason of
the boy's father having plenty of children still to feed, and consenting
to accept aid therein, that little matter came to be settled among them
very pleasantly. Only the course of young Drake's life was changed
thereby, as follows.
The plan of his family had been to let him get plenty of learning at
school, and then go to Oxford Colleges and lay in more, if agreeable;
and so grow into holy orders of the Church of England, well worth the
while of any man who has a good connection. But now it was seen, without
thinking twice, that all the disturbers and blasphemers of the
Nonconformist tribe, now arising everywhere (as in dirty Hezekiah, and
that greasy Hepzibah, who dared to dream such wickedness concerning even
me), every one of these rogues was sure to cast it up against a parson,
in his most heavenly stroke of preaching, that he must hold his hand,
for fear of killing the clerk beneath him. And so poor Drake was sent to
sea; the place for all the scape-goats.
Here ill fortune dogged him still, as its manner always is, after
getting taste of us. He heeded his business so closely that he tumbled
into the sea itself; and one of those brindle-bellied sharks took a
mouthful out of him. Nevertheless he got over that, and fell into worse
trouble. To wit, in a very noble fight between his Britannic Majesty's
sloop of war "Hellgoblins," carrying twelve guns and two carronades
(which came after my young time), and the French corvette "Heloise," of
six-and twenty heavy guns, he put himself so forward that they trained
every gun upon him. Of course those fellows can never shoot anything
under the height of the moon, because they never stop to think;
nevertheless he contrived to take considerable disadvantage. By a
random shot they carried off the whole of one side of his whiskers; and
the hearing of the other ear fell off, though not involved in it. The
doctors could not make it out: however, I could thoroughly, from long
acquaintance with cannon-balls. Also he had marks of powder under his
skin, that would never come out, being of a coarse-grained sort, and
something like the bits of tea that float in rich folks' tea-cups.
Happening, as he did by nature, to be a fine, florid, and handsome man,
this powder vexed him dreadfully. Nevertheless the ladies said, loving
powder of their own, that it made him look so much nicer.
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