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
Having seated the ladies, the gentlemen were soon in the saddle; and
away we went at full speed, as if there had been a fox before us,
across the little bridge, and up the road towards the highway. As long
as we had anything like green herbs beneath our feet, this was all
very well; but when we came upon the public road, the dust soon
compelled us to slacken our pace and proceed more leisurely. The party
fell speedily into what I suppose was its natural arrangement: Mr.
Byles riding beside Miss Thornton; I accompanying her fair cousin;
and Mr. Thornton himself falling behind to give some directions
to his eldest boy, who accompanied us on a beautiful dark chestnut
pony--which, by the way, had an awkward habit of throwing out her
hoofs at anything which might come behind her, and was consequently
quite as well in the rear.
Miss Davenport, as we went, was as gay as a lark; and, in the spirit
of light badinage with which she had begun the day, contrived to tease
me very heartily all the way that we went. I found that she was
exceedingly well read, especially in modern history, and she managed
to twist and turn a great many of the acts and deeds of Old England in
such a manner as more than once to put me on the defensive somewhat
warmly; and then she would laugh till her eyes almost ran over, and
declare that Englishmen never could bear to hear a word said against
their country. Positively, I was not certain, in the end, whether I
did not hate her mortally.
On the whole, however, I was not sorry to hear what Americans really
thought of many of our doings; and I doubted not in the least that
Miss Davenport's views were but the reflex of those most generally
entertained. In them there was much of prejudice undoubtedly; many of
her facts were wrong; many of the inferences unjust; and, almost
always, the motives were, I may say, ridiculously distorted. Purposes
and objects which never entered into the head of any one Briton from
the Land's End to John O'Groat's House, were ascribed to the whole
nation as coolly and positively as if they were demonstrated
certainties. Still, her free-spoken comments gave me an insight into
the feelings with which a great part of the American people regard my
countrymen, and which is politely concealed from us in ordinary
society.
The scenery through which we passed was rather flat and monotonous,
and the forest in general shut out all distant prospects.
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