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
However, this is not to the purpose, any more than it is worthy of me.
How can it matter what people call me when I am clear of my fish-basket?
as, indeed, I always feel at the moment of unstrapping. No longer any
reputation to require my fist ready. I have done my utmost, and I have
received the money.
These are the fine perceptions which preserve a man of my position from
the effects of calumny. And, next to myself, the principal guardian of
my honour was this noble Colonel Lougher. Moreover, a fine little chap
there was, Lady Bluett's younger son, Honourable Rodney Bluett by name;
for his father had served under Admiral Rodney, and been very friendly
with him, and brought him to church as a godfather. This young Rodney
Bluett was about ten years old at that time, and the main delight of his
life was this, to come fishing with old Davy. The wondrous yarns I used
to spin had such an effect on his little brain, that his prospects on
dry land, and love of his mother, and certain inheritance from the
Colonel, were helpless to keep him from longing always to see the things
which I had seen. With his large blue eyes upon me, and his flaxen hair
tied back, and his sleeves tucked up for paddling, hour by hour he would
listen, when the weather was too rough to do much more than look at it.
Or if we went out in a boat (as we did when he could pay for hiring, and
when his mother was out of the way), many and many a time I found him,
when he should have been quick with the bait, dwelling upon the fine
ideas which my tales had bred in him. I took no trouble in telling them,
neither did I spare the truth when it would come in clumsily (like a
lubber who cannot touch his hat), but they all smelled good and true,
because they had that character.
However, he must bide his time, as every one of us has to do, before I
make too much of him. And just at the period now in hand he was down in
my black books for never coming near me. It may have been that he had
orders not to be so much with me, and very likely that was wise; for
neither his mother nor his uncle could bear the idea of his going to
sea, but meant to make a red herring of him, as we call those poor
land-soldiers. Being so used to his pretty company, and his admiration,
also helping him as I did to spend his pocket-money, I missed him more
than I could have believed; neither could I help sorrowing at this great
loss of opportunity; for many an honest shilling might have been turned
ere winter by the hire of my boat to him when he came out with me
fishing. I had prepared a scale of charges, very little over Captain
Bob's, to whom he used to pay 4d. an hour, when I let him come after the
whiting with me. And now, for no more than 6d. an hour, he should have
my very superior boat, and keep her head by my directions, for he
understood a rudder, and bait my hooks, and stow my fish, and enjoy (as
all boys should) the idea of being useful.
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