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
Even in the dark, I knew by the walk that it was a seaman, and now my
eyes were so accustomed to look out in all sorts of weather, that day or
night made little difference to my sense of vision, which (as you may
see hereafter) saved a British fleet, unless I do forget to tell of it.
"Heaviside is my name, sir. And I should like to know what yours may
be."
"David Llewellyn." And so we met; and I squeezed his hand till he longed
to dance; and I was ready to cut a caper from my depth of feeling.
I introduced him to Jerry Toms, according to strict formality; and both
being versed in the rules of the service, neither would take precedence;
but each of them hung back for the other fellow to pretend to it, if he
dared. I saw exactly how they stood; and being now, as master's mate,
superior officer to both, I put them at their ease, by showing that we
must not be too grand. Thus being all in a happy mood, and desirous to
make the best of things, we could not help letting our Captain go to
dwell upon his own fortunes. Not that we failed of desire to help him,
but that our own business pressed.
Gunner Heaviside led us down to a little cabin set up by himself on the
very brink of Tawe high-water mark, as a place of retirement when hard
pressed, and unable to hold his own in the bosom of his family. You may
well be surprised--for I was more, I was downright astonished--to find
that this was my old ferry-boat, set up (like a dog begging) on shores,
with the poop channelled into the sand, and the sides eked out with
tarpaulin. A snugger berth I never saw for a quiet man to live in: and
though Heaviside scorned to tell us, and we disdained to ask him,
that--as I guessed from the first--was the true meaning of it. This poor
fellow had been seduced--and I felt for his temptations--(when he came
fresh from salt water, and our rolling ideas of women) into rapid
matrimony with that sharp Nanette. He ought to have known much better;
and I ought to have given him warning; but when he had made up his mind
to settle, I thought it was something solid. I gave him the names, as I
may have said, of good substantial farmers' daughters, owning at least a
good cow apiece from the date of their majority, also having sheets and
blankets, and (as they told me many a time) picked goosefeathers enough
for two. And yet he must go and throw himself away upon that Nanette so!
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