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
But the impatience of our Captain showed how very young he was, now at
forty years of age, according to chronology, though nobody would believe
it! Surely he might have waited well, after so long waiting; and if he
could not chew a quid--which breeds a whole brood of patience--at any
rate he had fine pipes, and with common-sense might have kindled them. I
handed him down my flint and steel, and my hat to make a job of it; but
he shut up the glass, and cried, "More sail!" in a voice that almost
frightened me.
It was as dark as main-top-tree holes by the time we got to Barnstaple;
but we found no less than four fine lamps of sperm-oil burning, and
tallow-candles here and there, in shops of spirit and enterprise. The
horses were stalled, and the baggage housed in a very fine inn, looking
up the street, and then the Captain told Toms and me to house up our
jibs, while he went out. This we were only too glad to do after so much
heavy rolling upon _terra firma_, as those landsmen love to call it, in
spite of all earthquakes, such as killed thirty thousand Italian people,
when first I took to the sea again.
But before long, Toms and I began to feel that we had no right to
abandon our commander so. Here we were in a town that hardly ever saw a
royal sailor, and could not be supposed to know for a moment what his
duties were, or even to take a proper pride in seeing him borne
harmless. And here was our Captain gone out in the dark, with his
cocked-hat on, and his gold lace shining wherever a tallow-candle hung;
also with a pleasant walk as if he were full of prize-money; though the
Evil One had so patched up a peace that we never clinked a halfpenny.
When old Jerry Toms and my humble self had scarcely gone through three
glasses, he said to me, and I said to him, that we were carrying on too
coolly in a hostile town like this. And just at this moment the Navy was
down in popular estimation; for such is the public urgency, whenever we
are paid for, without being killed or wounded. Therefore Jerry and I
were bound to steer with a small helm, and double the watch.
We beat up the enemy's quarters calmly, finding none to challenge us;
and then we got tidings of our Captain out upon the Braunton road. Jerry
was a man of valour, and I could not hang back to be far behind him; and
we had been concerned in storming many savage villages. So we stormed
this little town, carrying our hangers, and nobody denied us. But before
we were half a mile entirely out of hearing, the mayor arose from his
supper, and turned out the watch, and beat the drums, and bred such
alarm that in one street there were three more people alive ere morning.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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