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
"Work away, my lads, work away. You are all of a mind to warm
yourselves. Let me know when you have done. And all you find belongs to
me. I can sit and see it out, and make a list of everything. Ear-rings
gold, and foreign pieces, and the trinkets they have worn. Out with
them! I know them all. Fools! what use of skulking? You are on soft
stuff, I see. Have out every one of them."
So they did; and laid before him, in the order of their birth, the
carcases of his five sons. Evan first, his eldest born; Thomas next, and
Rees, and Hopkin, and then (with the sigh of death still in him) Jenkin,
newly turned fifteen.
CHAPTER XII.
HOW TO SELL FISH.
What I had seen that night upset me more than I like to dwell upon. But
with all my fish on hand, I was forced to make the best of it. For a
down-hearted man will turn meat, as we say, and much more, fish, to a
farthing's-worth. And though my heart was sore and heavy for my ancient
sweetheart Moxy, and for little Bardie in the thick of such disasters,
that could be no excuse to me for wasting good fish--or at least pretty
good--and losing thoroughly good money.
Here were the mullet, with less of shine than I always recommended and
honestly wish them to possess; here were the prawns, with a look of
paleness and almost of languishing, such as they are bound to avoid
until money paid and counted; and most of all, here were lawful bass, of
very great size and substance, inclined to do themselves more justice in
the scales than on the dish.
I saw that this would never answer to my present high repute. Concerning
questions afterwards, and people being hard upon me, out of thoughtless
ignorance, that was none of my affair. The whole of that would go, of
course, upon the weather and sudden changes, such as never were known
before. And if good religious people would not so be satisfied with the
will of Providence to have their fish as fish are made, against them I
had another reason, which never fails to satisfy.
The "burning tide," as they called it (through which poor Bardie first
appeared), had been heard of far inland, and with one consent pronounced
to be the result of the devil improperly flipping his tail while
bathing. Although the weather had been so hot, this rumour was beyond my
belief; nevertheless I saw my way, if any old customer should happen,
when it came to his dinner-time, to be at all discontented (which no man
with a fine appetite and a wholesome nose should indulge in)--I saw my
way to sell him more, upon the following basket-day, by saying what good
people said, and how much I myself had seen of it.
With these reflections I roused my spirits, and resolved to let no good
fish be lost, though it took all the week to sell them. For, in spite of
the laws laid down in the books (for young married women, and so
forth), there is scarcely any other thing upon which both men and women
may be led astray so pleasantly as why to buy fish, and when to buy
fish, and what fish to buy.
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