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
Through wholesome fear of Parson Chowne, and knowledge of his
fire-tricks, I kept the Rose of Devon in a berth of deep fresh water;
where a bulk of sand backed up, and left a large calm pool of river.
Here the dimpling water scarcely had the life to flow along--when the
tide was well away; and scarcely brought a single bubble big enough to
break upon us. According to the weather, so the colour of the water was.
Only when you understood, it seemed to please you always.
One night I was not asleep, but getting very near it; setting in my mind
afloat (as I felt the young tide flowing) thoughts or dreams, or lighter
visions than the lightest dream that flits, of, about, concerning,
touching, anyhow regarding, or, in any lightest side-light, gleaming,
who can tell, or glancing from the chequers of the day-work. Suddenly a
great explosion blew me out of my berth, and filled the whole of the
cuddy with blaze and smoke. I lay on the floor half-stunned, and with
only sense enough for wondering. Then Providence enabled me, on the
strength of the battles I had been through, to get on my elbow, and look
around. Everything seemed quite odd and stupid for a little while to me.
I neither knew where I was, nor what had happened or would happen me.
It may have been half an hour, or it may have been only half a minute,
before I was all alive again, and able to see to the mischief. Then I
found that a very rude thing had been done, and a most unclerical
action, not to be lightly excused, and wholly undeserved on my part. A
good-sized kettle of gunpowder had been cast into my cuddy, possibly as
a warning to me; but, to say the least, a dangerous one. My wrath
overcame all fear so much, that in spite of the risk of meeting others,
I rushed through the smoke and up the ladder, and seized my gun from its
sling on the deck, and gazed (or rather I should say stared) in every
direction around me. But whether from the darkness of the night, or the
stinging and stunning turmoil in my eyes and upon my brain, I could not
descry any moving shape, or any living creature. And this even added to
my alarm, so that I got very little more sleep that night, I do assure
you.
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