The Merry Men, and Other Tales and FablesStevenson, Robert Louis
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The Merry Men, and Other Tales and Fables
Stevenson, Robert Louis
Boys -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction; Paranormal fiction; Treasure troves -- Fiction
It fell in this way. He was by nature slothful, and much of a vagabond,
and yet he kept by the house, and not only waited upon my wants, but
laboured every day in the garden or small farm to the south of the
residencia. Here he would be joined by the peasant whom I had seen on
the night of my arrival, and who dwelt at the far end of the enclosure,
about half a mile away, in a rude out-house; but it was plain to me
that, of these two, it was Felipe who did most; and though I would
sometimes see him throw down his spade and go to sleep among the very
plants he had been digging, his constancy and energy were admirable in
themselves, and still more so since I was well assured they were
foreign to his disposition and the fruit of an ungrateful effort. But
while I admired, I wondered what had called forth in a lad so
shuttle-witted this enduring sense of duty. How was it sustained? I
asked myself, and to what length did it prevail over his instincts? The
priest was possibly his inspirer; but the priest came one day to the
residencia. I saw him both come and go after an interval of close upon
an hour, from a knoll where I was sketching, and all that time Felipe
continued to labour undisturbed in the garden.
At last, in a very unworthy spirit, I determined to debauch the lad
from his good resolutions, and, way-laying him at the gate, easily
pursuaded him to join me in a ramble. It was a fine day, and the woods
to which I led him were green and pleasant and sweet-smelling and alive
with the hum of insects. Here he discovered himself in a fresh
character, mounting up to heights of gaiety that abashed me, and
displaying an energy and grace of movement that delighted the eye. He
leaped, he ran round me in mere glee; he would stop, and look and
listen, and seem to drink in the world like a cordial; and then he
would suddenly spring into a tree with one bound, and hang and gambol
there like one at home. Little as he said to me, and that of not much
import, I have rarely enjoyed more stirring company; the sight of his
delight was a continual feast; the speed and accuracy of his movements
pleased me to the heart; and I might have been so thoughtlessly unkind
as to make a habit of these wants, had not chance prepared a very rude
conclusion to my pleasure. By some swiftness or dexterity the lad
captured a squirrel in a tree top. He was then some way ahead of me,
but I saw him drop to the ground and crouch there, crying aloud for
pleasure like a child. The sound stirred my sympathies, it was so fresh
and innocent; but as I bettered my pace to draw near, the cry of the
squirrel knocked upon my heart. I have heard and seen much of the
cruelty of lads, and above all of peasants; but what I now beheld
struck me into a passion of anger. I thrust the fellow aside, plucked
the poor brute out of his hands, and with swift mercy killed it. Then I
turned upon the torturer, spoke to him long out of the heat of my
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