Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall, Second SeriesBottrell, William
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Traditions and Hearthside Stories of West Cornwall, Second Series
Bottrell, William
Cornwall (England : County) -- Social life and customs; Legends -- England -- Cornwall (County)
When the old dame had somewhat recovered from her surprise,
Nelly told her, that, young and thoughtless as she was, until
Brea, to avoid trouble to his family, escaped with great haste
and secrecy, she had no notion how deep was her love for the
unfortunate youngster, and that he, unknown to every one but
herself, had been for many days and nights in Boskenna or
Treviddern cliff, before Bosvargus found a merchant-ship, in
which they both left on a long voyage. Nelly knew if all went
right, when they might be expected to return; and Brea promised
her that, whenever he came on shore, he'd take no rest till he
met her again in the old chapel of St. Loy, where many a long
and dreary night she had watched and prayed for his safe return,
and often of an evening, or a winter's night, when the inmates of
Boskenna thought her in bed, or miles away at some merry-making,
she was wandering the cliffs, or waiting in the cairns
near by, in hope of meeting with her absent lover. Yet she had
only the chance to see him at long intervals, and then only for a
short time.
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Four or five years after Brea went to sea, he became captain of
a ship. Then he proposed to take Nelly with him as his bride,
and she, being nothing loath, they met at St. Loy, one night, a
little before the Fair, and agreed that, at the Fair, a dance
together they would have, and that should be their bridal night.
He was so altered, as well as his comrade, the Bosun, that no
person but Nelly knew them, and, if they did, no one would
betray him, or turn informer.
When Nelly had come thus far in the history of her courtship,
Betty said, "Now, my darling, one can understand how, in spite of
wind and rain, you were so eager to go to Fair that night; and,
faith, I'd go through fire and water for the man I loved when at
the mad age you were then. One can see how drink, given
without stint, by the open-hearted sailor, together with the
music of the Bosun's pipe, set every one dancing in spite of
themselves. Then, when the storm so suddenly came, and as
suddenly broke, and you vanished in the midst of thunder
and lightning, with Brea and his Bosun, everyone believed you
were carried off by the Devil, and it's thought so still. But tell
me what next became of ye?"
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