The Old DominionJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Old Dominion
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Southampton Insurrection, 1831 -- Fiction
"Oh, Stringer is an old friend of mine," he answered. "We are both
Northern men, with Southern principles, as they call us, in the
blessed region of Yankeedom--eh, Stringer? We read '_M[ae]cenas atavis
edite regibus_' together, when we were good little boys, and very well
behaved; and so, of course, I come to see him from time to time, '_sub
tegmine fagi_,' which may be translated, I presume, under the shadow
of his own fig-tree. But, to speak truth, Sir Richard, the proximate
cause of my coming here first, instead of going on further, and taking
my good friend on my return, was no other than yourself. Thus stands
the case. Your good landlady at Norfolk was assailed by sundry
rumours--coming, Heaven knows how--that you wanted, and were in dire
necessity for, two large black portmanteaus, which you left under her
care; and hearing I was going west, as she termed it, she presented a
humble petition and remonstrance to me to bring them on my buggy; to
which, of course, I condescended, knowing that wherever you had
strayed, or in whatever direction you had gone, I should be sure to
hear everything about you at each house on the road. Thus I learned
that you had first gone to Mr. Thornton's; then, that you and a young
lady," and he took off his hat and bowed to Miss Davenport, "had
attempted, unsuccessfully, to drown yourselves in the river, and that
then you had come on to Mr. Stringer's."
"You did not get the story about the drowning quite right, sir," said
Bessy Davenport. "It was I who tried to drown myself, and my cousin
wouldn't let me."
"It came all to the same thing in the end, madam, I presume," replied
Mr. Wheatley, laughing. "He had been nearly drowned in saving you, I
was told; and as his was a voluntary act, as well as yours, the
foundation of the story was pretty correct."
"Mine was anything but a voluntary act," said Bessy Davenport; "for I
know when I found my pony rolling into the water with me, I would have
consented to have my head shaved and be sent to the penitentiary, to
be off his back and on the dry land."
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