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)
"What can you know of this matter?" demanded the mayor.
"Give time to draw breath, and I will tell 'e," said Tom. "I
was fellow traveller with these three merchants of Treen. They
asked me to lodge in the same house with them, but having
bought a piece of wit that teacheth me to avoid the house where
a young woman is wedded to an old man, I went next door.
There was no room to spare but in the garret, where I found a
pile of straw against a screen of boards between that house and
the one in which the merchants lodged. On the straw I made
my bed. Though tired, I didn't sleep, because music, singing,
and dancing, below, kept me awake. About midnight, when
all was quiet, I saw, through a hole in the screen, a light in the
next house, and that woman (I know her by her purple nose and
splatty face) talking to a tall red-haired man. Both stood near
the screen. Then she said to him, 'I am heartily sick and tired
of my old fool. All he's good for is to turn the spit, and a small
dog would do that better. To-night would be a capital time to
stop his wheezing. Here's what you might do it with,' said
she, giving him a nackan (handkerchief). 'Draw it tight
around his scraggy throat; give it a good twist, just so (said
she showing him how), and we shall be no more troubled with
his jealousy. Don't fear the consequences; leave them to me;
I know how to get these three jeering West Country fellows
into the scrape. If they are hanged for it, it will be good fun
for us.' The man seemed unwilling till, putting her arms round his
waist, she said, 'With all the love I have for thee, cans't thou
stick at such a trifle, my dearest Honney (Hannibal), that will
make the way clear for thee to be master here, with me and all
the old fool's money. And there it is, in the bags by the screen—all
the best of it,' said she, pointing to them; 'what's left in
the chest is only copper coins and old tokens, and his claws are
too stiff and crum (crooked) to untie the bags and see what's
in them. And here, faint heart,' said she, taking up a bottle and
pouring out a cup of liquor, 'drink this brandy; go down; be
quick; and do it quietly, that Treen men, in the next room, may'nt
hear thee.' The man went down with the nackan in his hand,
and in two minutes or less returned. 'Well! is all right?' she[85]
asked. 'That it is,' he replied, 'I quickly wound the nackan
round his neck; he moved a little and murmurred in his sleep,
'Don't 'e hug me so close, my dear.' I then drew it tight, and
gave it a wrench; he made but one squeak and all was over.
And now I'll take the money and go.' 'Don't be in such a
hurry,' said she, 'one or two bags are enough for 'e now.' 'No,'
said he, getting from her and approaching the screen, 'all isn't
enough for the deed I've done to please thee.' Then he handled
the bags, took two, and went away. I know it was about midnight"
(said Tom in reply to the doctor's query) "because,
while the man was below I heard the bell that shaven crowns
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