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
There were not then many stable-clocks, such as are growing upon us now,
so that every horse has his own dinner-bell; only for all those that
were, Hezekiah received, I daresay, from five to ten shillings a-month
apiece in order to keep them moving. But, bless my heart! he knew less
of a clock than I, old Davy Llewellyn, and once on a time I asked him,
when he talked too much of his "ometries"--as a sailor might do in his
simpleness--I asked him to take an "observation," as I had seen a good
deal of it. But all he did was to make a very profane and unpleasant
one. As for this man's outward looks, he was nothing at all particular,
but usually with dirt about him, and a sense of oiliness. Why he must
needs set up for a saint the father of evil alone may tell; but they
said that the clock that paid him best (being the worst in the
neighbourhood) belonged to a Nicodemus-Christian, with a great cuckoo
over it. Having never seen it, I cannot say; and the town is so full of
gossip that I throw myself down on my back and listen, being wholly
unable to vie with them in depth or in compass of story-telling, even
when fish are a week on my hands.
CHAPTER XIII.
THE CORONER AND THE CORONET.
An officer of high repute had lately been set over us, to hold account
of the mischief, and to follow evidence, and make the best he could of
it when anybody chose to die without giving proper notice. He called
himself "Coroner of the King;" and all the doctors, such as they were,
made it a point that he must come, whenever there was a dead man or
woman who had died without their help.
Now all about the storm of sand, and all about the shipwreck, was known
in every part of the parish, before the church clock had contrived, in
gratitude to Hezekiah, to strike the noon of Monday. Every child that
went to the well knew the truth of everything; and every woman of Newton
and Nottage had formed from the men her own opinion, and was ready to
stand thereby, and defy all the other women.
Nevertheless some busy doctor (who had better been in the stocks) took
it for a public duty to send notice and demand for the Coroner to sit
upon us. The wrath of the parish (now just beginning to find some wreck,
that would pay for the ropes) was so honest and so grave, that the
little doctor was compelled to run and leave his furniture. And so it
always ought to be with people who are meddlesome.
It came to my knowledge that this must happen, and that I was bound to
help in it, somewhere about middle-day of Tuesday; at a time when I was
not quite as well as I find myself when I have no money. For, being
pleased with my luck perhaps, and not content quite to smoke in the
dark, and a little dry after the glow-worms, it happened (I will not
pretend to say how) that I dropped into the "Jolly Sailors," to know
what the people could be about, making such a great noise as they were,
and keeping a quiet man out of his bed.
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