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
However my ferry was knocked on the head; and all the hopes of a wife
and family, and even a public-house and skittles, which I had long been
building up, as well as to train our Bunny for barmaid; which must
always be done quite young, to get the proper style of it, and thorough
acquaintance with measures, how to make them look quite brim up when
they are only three-parts full. All golden dreams will vanish thus; no
life of smiling Boniface, but of gun-muzzles was before me; no
casting-up of shot by pence, but ramming down on pounds of powder. Let
that pass; my only wish is to conceal, in the strictest manner, little
trifles about myself.
Isabel Carey was so shocked at hearing of our danger (as by me
distinctly told without a word of flourish), that she made me promise
strongly to give up my ferrying. This I was becoming ready, more and
more every day, to do; especially as nobody ever now came down for
porterage. But I told the lady how hard it was to have formed such a
valuable trade, or you might say an institution; and then to lose it
all, because of certain private enmities. What she said or did hereon is
strictly a family question, and can in no way concern the public, since
I hauled my flag down.
And now I gained more insight into my great enemy's schemes and doings,
than I could have acquired while engaged so much at ferry. For time
allowed me to maintain that strict watch upon Narnton Court, which was
now become my duty, as well as an especial pleasure, for the following
reason. I began to see most clearly that the foul outrage upon my boat
must have been perpetrated by one or both of those savage fellows who
were employed as spies upon this great house, from the landward side.
They must have forded the river, which is not more than three feet deep
in places, when the tide is out, and no floods coming down. These two
cunning barbarians came of course from the Nympton rookery, but were
lodging for the present in a hole they had scooped for themselves in the
loneliest part of Braunton Burrows. Of course they durst not go about in
a peopled and civilised neighbourhood, with such an absence of apparel
as they could indulge at home. Still they were unsightly objects; and
decent people gave them a wide berth, when possible. But my firm
intention was to grapple with these savage scoundrels, and to prove at
their expense what a civilised Welshman is, and how capable of asserting
his commercial privileges. Only as they carried knives, I durst not meet
them both at once; and even should I catch them singly, some care was
advisable, so as take them off their guard; because I would not lower
myself to the use of anything more barbarous than an honest cudgel.
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