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
Now although it was very pleasant to see the thankfulness of Black Evan,
when he came over every day, and brought his pockets full of things, and
tried to look pleased when truthful Bardie refused downright to kiss
him; pleasant also for me to be begged not only to fish, but even to
shoot--perhaps because now the wrong time of year--in and over and
through a place, where the mere sight of my hat had been sure to lead to
a black eye under it; in despite of all these pleasures, I perceived
that business must be thoroughly attended to. And taking this view I was
strengthened in my own opinions, by the concurrence of every neighbour
possessing a particle of sense. Not only Mother Jones--who might be
hard, from so much family--but also the landlord of the Jolly quite
agreed with the landlady, and even Crumpy, a man of the utmost
tenderness ever known almost, and who must admire children, because he
never yet had owned any--all these authorities agreed that I must take
care what I was about. For my part, finding their opinions go beyond my
own almost, or at any rate take a form of words different from my own,
and having no assurance how it might end, I felt inclined to go back,
and give fair-play to both sides of the argument.
But, as often happens when a man desires to see the right, and act
strictly up to it, the whole affair was interrupted, and my attention
called away by another important matter, and the duties springing out of
it. And this came to pass in the following manner. It happened upon
Oak-apple morning that I was down on a little sandhill, smoking a
pipe, and with both children building houses upon my pumps. These pumps
had lovely buckles of the very latest regulation; and it was a pleasure
to regard them when at leisure, and reflect upon their quality, as well
as signification. The children, however, took this matter from another
point of view; and there was scarcely anything to their little minds
more delightful than to obscure my pumps with sand, and put up a tower
over them. And then if I moved, down came the whole; and instead of
themselves, they laughed at me. I had worked very hard in the Alcestis,
and for almost a week after landing found it a most delicious thing,
because so incomprehensible, to have nothing whatever to do. But long
before now, I was tired of it, and yearned to put on my old slops again,
and have a long day of fishing as if Bunny's life and mine hung on it.
And when I gave a feast of turbot caught by that excellent Sandy Macraw
(and paid for at just what he chose to charge), you would not have
guessed it, but such were my feelings, that I only could make believe to
eat. And Sandy himself, by special desire, took the foot of the table,
and went largely into everything; but behaved uncommonly well, for him.
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