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
So as we were just by Longlands in the early beat of the stars, I
managed to be at Perkins's side. Then suddenly, as a bat went by, I
caught the arm of Hezekiah, and drew back, and shivered.
"Name of God, Davy! what's the matter?"
"Can't you see them, you blind-eye? There they go! there they
go! All the coffins with palls to them. And the names upon the
head-plates:--Evan, and Thomas, and Hopkin, and Rees, and Jenkin, with
only four bearers! And the psalm they sing is the thirty-fourth."
"So it is! I can see them all. The Lord have mercy upon my soul! Oh
Davy, Davy! don't leave me here."
He could not walk another step, but staggered against the wall and
groaned, and hid his face inside his hat. We got him to Newton with much
ado; but as for going to Bridgend that night, he found that our
church-clock must be seen to, the very first thing in the morning.
CHAPTER XVI.
TRUTH LIES SOMETIMES IN A WELL.
The following morning it happened so that I did not get up over early;
not, I assure you, from any undue enjoyment of the grand Crowner's
quests; but partly because the tide for fishing would not suit till the
afternoon, and partly because I had worked both hard and long at the
"Jolly Sailors:" and this in fulfilment of a pledge from which there was
no escaping, when I promised on the night before to grease and tune my
violin, and display the true practice of hornpipe. Rash enough this
promise was, on account of my dear wife's memory, and the things bad
people would say of it. And but for the sad uneasiness created by black
Evan's prophecy, and the need of lively company to prevent my seeing
white horses, the fear of the parish might have prevailed with me over
all fear of the landlord. Hence I began rather shyly; but when my first
tune had been received with hearty applause from all the room, how could
I allow myself to be clapped on the back, and then be lazy?
Now Bunny was tugging and clamouring for her bit of breakfast, almost
before I was wide-awake, when the latch of my cottage-door was lifted,
and in walked Hezekiah. Almost any other man would have been more
welcome; for though he had not spoken of it on the day before, he was
sure to annoy me, sooner or later, about the fish he had forced me to
sell him. When such a matter is over and done with, surely no man, in
common-sense, has a right to reopen the question. The time to find fault
with a fish, in all conscience, is before you have bought him. Having
once done that, he is now your own; and to blame him is to find fault
with the mercy which gave you the money to buy him. A foolish thing as
well; because you are running down your own property, and spoiling your
relish for him. Conduct like this is below contempt; even more
ungraceful and ungracious than that of a man who spreads abroad the
faults of his own wife.
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