The MS. in a Red BoxHamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
History
The MS. in a Red Box
Hamilton, John A. (John Arthur)
Axholme, Isle of (England) -- History -- Fiction
So when I bade them throw down their weapons, they pitched poles,
knives, crossbows, guns to the ground. They showed some surprise at my
picking them out one by one, bidding each go about his business, but to
take his part in carrying off their wounded men. In this way I let go
all but Boswell and thirteen gipsy fellows, whom I had securely bound
and laid far apart one from another, Boswell I bestowed safely in an
outhouse under the watch of two guards. My purpose in this was to
learn the truth about Jim Ulceby's death. As soon as the prisoners had
been dealt with, I sent some of my men to Crowle to ascertain whether
Mr. and Mrs. Graves were at the vicarage; some to Sandtoft to learn how
things stood there, and particularly to inquire for Mr. Ulceby; and
some to Butterwick to glean what tidings they might of the action of
the earl with regard to his son's death. Doctor Goel, assisted by Anna
and her maid, had attended to the half-dozen of our men whose injuries
demanded a surgeon's care, and Dame Drury, with her grumbling husband's
help, was busy supplying food and drink to our good friends. Now I had
leisure to question John concerning the marvel of his rising from the
bed on which he had lain helpless so long.
"I know no more than you," he answered. "I lay at the window, in a bad
humour enough that I was as useless as a log, looking out over the fen,
and I saw boats on the river. The men you had posted at the
landing-place had disappeared--gone to join their comrades in the fray,
I suppose. I called out, but nobody heard, and the boats drew nearer
and nearer; if they were not beaten back you would be taken unawares by
a fresh attack. Without thinking about the wonder of it, I sprang off
my bed, rushed downstairs, took my cousin's gun, and ran out. 'Twas
the will of Heaven, a miracle on your behalf, and on mine."
I feared his strength, so suddenly restored, might as suddenly fail,
but it did not. So far as we could see, he was hale and vigorous, and
as active as any man among us. The doctor cheered us by saying that in
a number of such recoveries, which were well attested, the cure had
been lasting. I spoke of my astonishment on seeing John move as if to
rise when I took Anna to his chamber.
"Now you speak of it, I remember that," said John; "and it makes my
restoration to accord with ancient precedent. An angel was sent to
heal me. 'Tis a miracle in proper form and order."
Though he spoke so lightly, the shining in his eyes were eloquent of
feeling too deep for words.
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