The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Smuggler: A Tale. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
England -- Social life and customs -- 18th century -- Fiction; Kent (England) -- Fiction; Smugglers -- Fiction
Almost every inhabitant of Woodchurch had some cause of complaint
against the Ramleys' gang; and, to say the truth, Mr. Radford himself
was by no means popular in the county. A selfish and a cunning man is
almost always speedily found out by the lower classes, even when he
makes an effort to conceal it. But Mr. Radford took no such trouble;
for he gloried in his acuteness; and if he had chosen a motto, it
probably would have been "Every man for himself." His selfishness,
too, took several of the most offensive forms. He was ostentatious; he
was haughty; and, on the strength of riches acquired, every one knew
how, he looked upon himself as a very great man, and treated all the
inferior classes, except those of whom he had need, to use their own
expression, "as dirt under his feet." All the villagers, therefore,
were well satisfied to think that he had met with a check at last; and
many of the good folks of Woodchurch speculated upon the probability
of two or three, out of so great a number of prisoners, giving such
evidence as would bring that worthy gentleman within the gripe of the
law.
Such were the feelings of the people of that place, as well as those
of many a neighbouring village; and the scene presented by the captive
and wounded smugglers, as they were led along, was viewed with
indifference by some, and with pleasure by others. Two or three of the
women, indeed, bestowed kindly attention upon the wounded men, moved
by that beautiful compassion which is rarely if ever wanting, in a
female heart; but the male part of the population took little share,
if any, in such things, and were quite willing to aid the soldiers in
securing the prisoners, till they could be marched off to prison.
The first excitement had subsided before noon, but still, from time to
time, some little bustle took place--a prisoner was caught and brought
in, and carried to the public house where the colonel had established
himself--an orderly galloped through the street--messengers came and
went; and four or five soldiers, with their horses ready saddled,
remained before the door of the inn, ready, at a moment's notice, for
any event. The commanding officer did not appear at all beyond the
doors of his temporary abode; but continued writing, giving orders,
examining the prisoners, and those who brought them, in the same room
which he had entered when first he arrived. As few of the people of
the place had seen him, a good deal of curiosity was excited by his
quietness and reserve. It was whispered amongst the women, that he was
the handsomest man ever seen; and the men said he was a very fine
fellow, and ought to be made a general of. The barmaid communicated to
her intimate friends, that when he took off his cloak, she had seen a
star upon the breast of his coat; and that her master seemed to know
more of him, if he liked to tell; but the landlord was as silent as a
mouse.
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