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
The name he had given the ship surprised me; and indeed I felt sure that
it was quite wrong; and so I said immediately, without any low
consideration of what might be mine own interest. But the Coroner would
not hearken to me, being much impressed now with the learning and wisdom
of Hezekiah Perkins. And when Hezekiah presented his card, beginning
with "horologist," and ending with the "king and queen," he might have
had any verdict he liked, if he himself had been upon trial.
Therefore, after calling in (for the sake of form) the two poor women
who found the dead baby among the sea-weed, and had sevenpence apiece
for doing so, and who cried all the while that they talked in Welsh
(each having seen a dear baby like him not more than twenty years ago),
we came in the most unanimous manner, under his lordship's guidance, to
the following excellent verdict:--
"Found drowned on Pool Tavan rocks, a man-child, supposed to be two
years old; believed to be a young nobleman, from marks on pinafore, and
high bearing; but cast away by a storm of sand from the ship Andalusia
of Appledore."
Now I was as certain, as sure could be, that half of this verdict must
be wrong; especially as to the name of the ship, and her belonging to
Appledore, which never yet owned any craft of more than 200 tons at the
utmost--a snow, or a brig at the very outside. Nevertheless I was
compelled to give in to the rest of them, and most of all to the
Coroner. Only I said, as many who are still alive can remember, and are
not afraid to speak to, and especially my good friend Mr Lewis, "The
ship was not called the Andalusia; the ship was never from Appledore;
neither was she of British build. As an old seaman, it is likely that I
know more of the build of a ship than a lubber of a clock-maker, or
rather a clock-mauler."
But here I was put down sternly; and hearing of verdicts a great deal
worse, without any mischief come of them, I was even content to sign the
return, and have a new pipe of bird's-eye. And a bird's-eye view this
gave me of them at the second inquest wherein I had to give evidence;
and was not of the jury. They wanted to cross-examine me, because I had
been unpleasant, but of that they got the worst, and dropped it. But as
all our jurymen declared upon their oaths that the little nobleman was
drowned in a storm of sand, so they found that the five young rabbiters
came to their end of smothering through a violent sea-tempest.
In the days of my youth such judgments perhaps would have tried my
patience; but now I knew that nothing ever follows truth and justice.
People talk of both these things, and perhaps the idea does them good.
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