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
Therefore I started in good spirits on the Monday morning, carrying with
me news enough to sell three times the weight I bore, although it was
breaking my back almost. Good fish it was, and deserved all the praise
that ever I could bestow on it, for keeping so well in such shocking
weather; and so I sprinkled a little salt in some of the delicate
places, just to store the flavour there; for cooks are so forgetful, and
always put the blame on me when they fail of producing a fine fresh
smell.
Also knowing, to my sorrow, how suspicious people are, and narrow-minded
to a degree none would give them credit for, I was forced to do a thing
which always makes me to myself seem almost uncharitable.
But I felt that I could trust nobody to have proper faith in me,
especially when they might behold the eyes of the fishes retire a
little, as they are very apt to do when too many cooks have looked at
them. And knowing how strong the prejudice of the public is in this
respect, I felt myself bound to gratify it, though at some cost of time
and trouble. This method I do not mind describing (as I am now pretty
clear of the trade) for the good of my brother fishermen.
When the eyes of a fish begin to fail him through long retirement from
the water, you may strengthen his mode of regarding the world (and
therefore the world's regard for him) by a delicate piece of handling.
Keep a ray-fish always ready--it does not matter how stale he is--and on
the same day on which you are going to sell your bass, or mullet, or
cod, or whatever it may be, pull a few sharp spines, as clear as you
can, out of this good ray. Then open the mouth of your languid fish and
embolden the aspect of either eye by fetching it up from despondency
with a skewer of proper length extended from one ball to the other. It
is almost sure to drop out in the cooking; and even if it fails to do
so, none will be the wiser, but take it for a provision of nature--as
indeed it ought to be.
Now, if anybody is rude enough to gainsay your fish in the market, you
have the evidence of the eyes and hands against that of the nose alone.
"Why, bless me, madam," I used to say, "a lady like you, that
understands fish a great deal better than I do! His eyes are coming out
of his head, ma'am, to hear you say such things of him. Afloat he was at
four this morning, and his eyes will speak to it." And so he was, well
afloat in my tub, before I began to prepare him for a last appeal to the
public. Only they must not float too long, or the scales will not be
stiff enough.
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