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
“Well, to be sure, it's rainy enough, so it is,” says Corney; “but
mile-stones, I thought, was made to stand wind and weather. Is that
any one's umbrella there on Henniker's mile-stone?--Be-kase if it's
nobody's, why, then, I'll get it.”
The umbrella began to move, and presently Corney discovered that a
gentleman and his dog was beneath it. There they sat, shivering, dirty,
and making themselves as little as possible, on the top of the stone;
and barely able, the one to keep his tail, and the other the skirts of
his coat, and the lower part of his legs, out of the water; which, after
it rained unusually hard,--as it did that day,--got together in a pool
round the stone, and sometimes rose over it entirely.
“Come out o' that,” said Corney to the gentleman; “come away at once,
sir; and don't be sitting that way on Henniker's folly all night! May be
you're Henniker himself, though,--and then, no wonder.”
The gentleman replied, as well as his shivering would let him, that
Corney was mistaken.
“Then why stay there, sir?” says Corney, “when we've room on the car for
you, and the garron impatient to be going!”
“Look at the water,” said the gentleman; “how am I to wade through it?”
“Is it wade?--Faith! then, you'll have to swim soon! But take your
choice, sir:--I won't persuade you one way or another.”
“Where _am_ I?” says the gentleman.
“Where _are_ you!--Why, then, look at the side of the stone, and
you'll see, cut in legible letters,'_nine miles from anywhere_ and no
mile-stone in the world ever spoke truer. Was it to gratify impertinent
curiosity, do you think, that Henniker put up the stone?--Not himself,
then!--Mad as he was, he knew that it would be quite enough to make any
man move on to be tould he was nine miles from anywhere!--What more did
you want? Would you have him keep a horse ready saddled, waiting 'till
you'd come?”
“My mare has thrown me and ran away,” said the gentleman; “and I merely
got on the stone, so that I might shelter myself and my dog, from head
to foot, until some one came by, or the rain ceased.”
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