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
"What, Davy! Brother Davy!" he cried, being compelled to begin, because
I took care not to look at him. "Has it been so ordered that I behold
good brother Davy with fish upon a Monday?" His object in this was plain
enough--to beat down my goods by terror of an information for
Sabbath-labour.
"The Lord has been merciful to me," I answered, patting my best fish on
his shoulder; "not only in sending them straight to my net, at nine
o'clock this morning; but also, brother Hezekiah, in the hunger all
people have for them. I would that I could have kept thee a taste; not
soon wouldst thou forget it. Sweeter fish and finer fish never came out
of Newton Bay"--this I said because Newton Bay is famous for high
quality. "But, brother Hezekiah, thou art come too late." And I began to
pack up very hastily.
"What!" cried Hezekiah, with a keen and hungrily grievous voice; "all
those fish bespoken, Davy?"
"Every one of them bespoken, brother; by a man who knows a right down
good bass, better almost than I do. Griffy, the 'Cat and Snuffers.'"
Now, Griffith, who kept the "Cat and Snuffers," was a very jovial man,
and a bitter enemy to Hezekiah Perkins; and I knew that the latter would
gladly offer a penny a-pound upon Griffy's back, to spoil him of his
supper, and to make him offend his customers.
"Stop, brother Davy," cried Hezekiah, stretching out his broad fat
hands, as I began to pack my fish, with the freshest smellers uppermost;
"Davy dear, this is not right, nor like our ancient friendship. A rogue
like Griffy to cheat you so! What had he beaten you down to, Davy?"
"Beaten me down!" I said, all in a hurry; "is it likely I would be
beaten down, with their eyes coming out of their heads like that?"
"Now, dear brother Dyo, do have patience! What was he going to give you
a-pound?"
"Fourpence a-pound, and ten pound of them. Three-and-fourpence for a lot
like that! Ah, the times are bad indeed!"
"Dear brother Dyo, fourpence-halfpenny! Three-and-nine down, for the lot
as it stands."
"Hezekiah, for what do you take me? Cut a farthing in four, when you get
it. Do I look a likely man to be a rogue for fivepence?"
"No, no, Davy; don't be angry with me. Say as much as tenpence.
Four-and-twopence, ready money; and no Irish coinage."
"Brother Hezekiah," said I, "a bargain struck is a bargain kept. Rob a
man of his supper for tenpence!"
"Oh, Dyo, Dyo! you never would think of that man's supper, with my wife
longing for fish so! Such a family as we have, and the weakness in
Hepzibah's back! Five shillings for the five, Davy."
"There, there; take them along," I cried at last, with a groan from my
chest: "you are bound to be the ruin of me. But what can I do with a
delicate lady? Brother, surely you have been a little too hard upon me.
Whatever shall I find to say to a man who never beats me down?"
"Tell that worldly 'Cat and Snuffers' that your fish were much too
good--why, Davy, they seem to smell a little!"
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