Three Courses and a Dessert: Comprising Three Sets of Tales, West Country, Irish, and Legal; and a MelangeClarke, William
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Three Courses and a Dessert: Comprising Three Sets of Tales, West Country, Irish, and Legal; and a Melange
Clarke, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Legal stories, English; West Country (England) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
own expression, lecturing, her domestics for every trivial offence; and
nothing but the high wages which she gave, induced the rustic labourers
to remain in her service. I was one evening sauntering round the
summit of the hill which immediately looked down upon Hester's house,
occasionally stealing a glance from the pathway into the wood towards
the rich glories of the declining sun, when a rude hand clutched me by
the collar behind, and, in a moment, pulled me backwards into an immense
wheelbarrow. The gigantic villain who had performed this daring
feat, directly placed himself between the handles of the vehicle,
and vigorously trundled it down the hill. I was seated, or rather,
self-wedged in the barrow, with my legs painfully dangling over the rim,
on each side of the wheel: the velocity, with which we descended the
steep and rugged declivity, deprived me of all power; the fellow panted
and laughed, pushing on with increased vigour, until we came in sight of
the wide-gaping door of old Hester's kitchen. His fellow-labourers, who
were seated at the porch, immediately rose at the sight of our novel
equipage.--Confound the rascal! he was a most experienced ploughman, and
deemed this a fair opportunity of shewing his great rectilinear skill,
and obtaining the applause of his fellows, by driving me at full speed
through the door-way of the house. It stood exactly at the foot of the
steepest part of the hill; and, from the tremendous rate at which we
travelled, the downfall of the whole edifice seemed inevitable! My
senses, which had partially taken leave of me in the course of
the descent, returned just as we arrived within a few yards of our
destination; I uttered one shriek, desperately closed my eyes, and gave
myself up for a buried man.
The next moment I found my body, safe and unhurt, on the hearth of
Dame Caddlefurrow's kitchen. There was the dame, seated in her bee-hive
chair, staring with surprise, impatience, and anger, at my worship in
the barrow. As soon as the clown recovered his lost breath, he proceeded
to an explanation of the cause of his introducing such an unsightly and
unknown personage as me to her goodly presence. “I ha; zeed the chap,”
quoth he, elevating the handles of his wheelbarrow to the top of his
shoulders, so as to afford the dame a full view of my person; “I ha'
zeed the chap scaures and scaures o' times, skulking about the hill,
always and vor ever just about night-vall, when 1 do goa a-voddering the
beasts; zo, thinks I, thic jockey bean't loitering about here zo often
wi' any good plan in his noddle: moorauver, I ha' zeed un, coming athirt
the vields ov a night, just avore harvest, treading down whole zheaves
o' wheat at a voot-vall:--that nettled I more nor all; zo I looked out
vor un to-night, zlipped un into the dung-barry, walked un down the
hill-zide, and drove un through the ould porch ztraight as a vurrow:--zo
here a' is, and let un gi'e a'count ov hi'zelf.”
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