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twg_000012580100 | by day he sank lower and lower, and evil at which he would have shuddered at first became at last familiar. He did not sink without a struggle, however, and he would have returned to the place where his mother had died, to ask help of the young surgeon who had expressed sympathy with him, but, with the carelessness of | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580101 | boyhood, he had forgotten the name of the hospital, and did not know where, in the great wilderness of bricks and mortar, to search for it. As for the home from which he had fled, the memory of the landlord still kept him carefully clear of that. But Jack's mother was _not_ dead! In hospitals--as in the best of well-re... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580102 | families--mistakes will sometimes happen. The report which had proved so disastrous to our poor hero referred to another woman who had died. A messenger had been at once sent, by the young surgeon before mentioned, to tell Jack of the error; but when the messenger arrived the boy had flown--as already described. Indeed... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580103 | on the stair. It was long before Mrs Matterby recovered, for the disappearance of her boy caused a relapse; and when at last she left the hospital, feeble and homeless, she went about for many months, searching at once for work and for her lost treasure. Christmas came again, and found Jack Matterby at nearly the lowes... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580104 | downward career. It is due to him to say, however, that he had not up to that time, been guilty of any criminal act that could bring him with the grasp of human law; but in word and deed he had begun, more and more, to break the law of God: so that if poor Mrs Matterby had at that | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580105 | time succeeded in finding her son, it is probable that her joy would have been overwhelmed with terrible grief. It was not exactly Christmas morning, but it was the Christmas season of the year, when our little hero, wearied in spirit and body with the hard struggle for life, sauntered down the now familiar Strand in t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580106 | some odd job to do. He paused before a confectioner's shop, and, being very hungry, was debating with himself the propriety of giving up the struggle, and coolly helping himself to a pie! You may be sure that bad invisible spirits were at his elbow just then to encourage him. But God sent a good angel also, and she was | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580107 | visible--being in the form of a thin little old lady. "You'd like a bun, I know," she said, putting a penny into Jack's hand. "God bless you, ma'am--yes," burst from the astonished boy. "Go in and buy one. Then, come and tell me all about you." The thin little old lady was one of those followers of the Lamb who | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580108 | do not wait for Christmas to unlock their sympathies. The river of her love and pity was _always_ overflowing, so that there was no room for increase to a deluge at Christmas time--though she rejoiced to note the increase in the case of others, and wished that the flood might become perennial. To this lady Jack laid ba... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580109 | heart, and she led him back to the Saviour. "Now, Jack, let me ask you one question," she said; "would you like to go to Canada?" With tremendous energy Jack answered, "_Wouldn't_ I!" "Then," said the old lady, "to Canada you shall go." STORY THREE, . THE DOUBLE RESCUE. And Jack Matterby went! But before he went he had... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580110 | go through a preliminary training, for his regular schooling had ceased when his father died, and he had learned no trade. In those days there were no splendid institutions for waifs and strays such as now exist, but it must not be supposed that there was no such thing as "hasting to the rescue." Thin little old Mrs Se... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580111 | struck out the idea for herself, and had acted on it for some years in her own vigorous way. She took Jack home, and lodged him in her own house with two or three other boys of the same stamp--waifs. Jack elected to learn the trade of a carpenter, and Mrs Seaford, finding that he had been pretty well grounded | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580112 | in English, taught him French, as that language, she told him, was much spoken in Canada. Above all, she taught him those principles of God's law without which a human being is but poorly furnished even for the life that now is, to say nothing of that which is to come. In a few months Jack was ready for exportation! | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580113 | A few months more, and he found himself apprenticed to a farmer, not far from the shores of that mighty fresh-water sea, Ontario. Time passed, and Jack Matterby became a trusted servant and a thorough farmer. He also became a big, dashing, and earnest boy. More time passed, and Jack became a handsome young man, the bos... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580114 | employer. Yet a little more time winged its silent way, and Jack became John Matterby, Esquire, of Fair Creek Farm, heir to his former master's property, and one of the wealthiest men of the province--not a common experience of poor emigrant waifs, doubtless, but, on the other hand, by no means unprecedented. It must n... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580115 | those years Jack forgot the scenes and people of the old land. On the contrary, the longer he absented himself from the old home the more firmly and tenderly did the old memories cling and cluster round his heart; and many a story and anecdote did he relate about these, especially during the Christmas season of each ye... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580116 | old master and to Nancy Briggs, in the log homestead of Ontario. Nancy was a waif, who had been sent out by the same thin little old lady who had sent Jack out. She was very pretty, and possessed of delightfully amiable domestic qualities. She grew up to be a very handsome girl, and was a very bright sunbeam in | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580117 | the homestead. But Jack did not fall in love with her. All unknown to himself his heart was pre-occupied. Neither did Nancy fall in love with Jack. All unwittingly she was reserving herself for another lot. Of course our hero corresponded diligently with the thin little old lady, and gladdened her heart by showing and ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580118 | waifs of the great city; more than once, in his earlier letters, mentioning one named Bob Snobbins, about whose fate he felt some curiosity, but in regard to whose home, if such existed, he could give no information. Twice during those years Jack also wrote to the Grove family; but as he received no answer on either oc... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580119 | that the father must have been drowned, that old Nell was dead, and the family broken up. Need we add that the memory of his dear mother never faded or grew dim? But this was a sacred memory, in regard to which he opened his lips to no one. At last there came a day when John Matterby, being in | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580120 | the prime of life, with ample means and time to spare, set his heart on a holiday and a visit to the old country--the thin little old lady being yet alive. It was not so easy, however, for our hero to get away from home as one might imagine; for, besides being a farmer, he was manager of a branch | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580121 | bank, secretary to several philanthropic societies, superintendent of a Sunday-school, and, generally, a helper of, and sympathiser with, all who loved the Lord and sought to benefit their fellow-men. But, being a man of resolution, he cut the cords that attached him to these things, appointed Miss Briggs to superinten... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580122 | in a steamer, as most rich men would have done, but in a sailing ship, because the vessel happened to be bound for the port of Blackby, the home of his childhood. It was winter when he set sail, and the storms of winter were having high jinks and revels on the deep in the usual way at that season | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580123 | of the year. Jack's vessel weathered them all till it reached the shores of old England. Then the storm-fiend broke loose with unwonted fury, and, as if out of spite, cast the good ship on the rocks lying a little to the eastward of the port of Blackby. It was a tremendous storm! The oldest inhabitant of Blackby said, ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580124 | well as his toothless gums would let him, that, "it wos the wust gale as had blow'd since he wos a leetle booy--an' that warn't yesterday--no, nor yet the day before!" The gale was at its height, in the grey of early morning, when the ship struck, and all the manhood of the port and neighbouring village were out to | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580125 | render aid, if possible, and to gaze and sympathise. But who could render aid to a vessel which was rolling on those black rocks in a caldron of white foam, with a hundred yards of swirling breakers that raged and roared like a thousand lions between it and the base of the cliffs? Even the noble lifeboat would have bee... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580126 | useless in such a place. But hark! a cry is raised--the coastguardmen and the rocket! Yes, there is one hope for them yet--under God. Far below the men are seen staggering along over the shingle, with their life-saving apparatus in a hand-cart. Soon the tripod is set up, and the rocket is fired, but the line falls to l... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580127 | is tried; it falls short. Still another--it goes far to windward. Again and again they try, but without success, until all their rockets are expended. But these bold men of the coastguard are not often or easily foiled. They send for more rockets to the next station. Meanwhile the terrible waves are doing their awful w... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580128 | the rocks as if she were a mere toy--as indeed she is, in their grasp. Can nothing be done? "She'll never hold together till the rockets come," said a young seaman stepping out from the crowd. "Here, let me have the line, and stand by to pay out." "Don't try it, lad, it'll be your death." The youth paid no | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580129 | regard to this advice. "A man can only die once," he remarked in a low voice, more as if speaking to himself than replying to the caution, while he quickly tied the end of the light rope round his waist and dashed into the sea. Oh! it is grand and heart-stirring to see a stalwart youth imperilling life and limb | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580130 | for the sake of others; to see a powerful swimmer breasting the billows with a fixed purpose to do or die. But it is terrible and spirit-crushing to see such a one tossed by the breakers as if he were a mere baby, and hurled back helpless on the sand. Twice did the young sailor dash in, and twice was | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580131 | he caught up like a cork and hurled back, while the people on shore, finding their remonstrances useless, began to talk of using force. The man's object was to dive _through_ the first wave. If he could manage this--and the second--the rest would not be beyond the power of a strong man. A third time he leaped into the ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580132 | flood, and this time was successful. Soon he stood panting on the deck of the stranded vessel, almost unable to stand, and well he knew that there was not a moment to lose, for the ship was going to pieces! Jack Matterby, however, knew well what to do. He drew out the hawser of the rocket apparatus, fixed the various | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580133 | ropes, and signalled to those on shore to send out the sling life-buoy, and then the men of the coastguard began to haul the passengers and crew ashore, one at a time. The young sailor, recovering in a few minutes, lent a hand. Jack knew him the instant he heard his voice, but took no notice of him, for it | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580134 | was a stern matter of life or death with them all just then. When Jack and the captain stood at last awaiting their turn, and watching the last of the crew being dragged over the boiling surf, our hero turned suddenly, and, grasping the young sailor's hand with the grip of a vice, said, "God bless you, Natty Grove!" Na... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580135 | gazed as if he had been stunned. "_Can_ it be?" he exclaimed. "We had thought you dead years ago!" "Thank God, I'm not only alive but hearty. Here comes the life-buoy. Your turn next. But one word before--old Nell; and--Nellie?" "Both well, and living with your mother--" "My--" Jack could not speak, a tremendous shock ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580136 | Young Grove felt that he had been too precipitate. "Your mother is alive, Jack, and--" He stopped, for the captain said quickly, "Now, then, get in. No time to lose." But Jack could not get in. If he had not been a strong man he must have fallen on the deck. As it was, he felt stunned and helpless. "Here, | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580137 | captain," cried Nat Grove, leaping into the life-buoy, "lift him into my arms. The ropes are strong enough for both." Scarce knowing what he did, Jack allowed himself to be half-lifted into the buoy, in which his old friend held him fast. A few minutes more, and they were dragged safely to land and the ringing cheers a... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580138 | the assembled multitude. The captain came last, so that, when the ship finally went to pieces, not a human life was lost-- even the ship's cat was among the number of the saved, the captain having carried it ashore in his arms. Now, there are some scenes in this life which will not bear description in detail. Such was ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580139 | meeting of our hero with his long-lost mother. We refrain from lifting the curtain here. But there is no reason why we should not re-introduce the joyful and grateful pair at a later period of that same eventful day, when, seated together by the bedside of old Nell, they recounted their experiences--yes, the same old w... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580140 | and smaller in every way; and the same bed, as far as appearance went, though softer and cosier, and bigger in all ways. On the other side of the bed sat the manly form of Natty Grove. But who is that fair girl with the curling golden hair, whose face exhibits one continuous blush, and whose entire body, soul and | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580141 | spirit is apparently enchained by an insignificant piece of needlework? Can that be Nellie Grove, whom we last saw with her eyes shut and her mouth open--howling? Yes, it is she, and--but let Mrs Matterby explain. "Now, Jack," said that lady in a firm tone, "it's of no use your asking question after question of every o... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580142 | and not even waiting for answers, and everybody speaking at once--" "Excuse me, dearest mother, Miss Nellie Grove has not yet spoken at all." "_Miss_ Nellie, indeed! Times are changed,"--murmured Natty, with a look of surprise. "Her not speaking proves her the wisest of us all," resumed the widow, looking at Old Nell, ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580143 | You must know, old Nell had become as deaf as a post, and, being incapable of understanding anything, she gratified her natural amiability by approving of everything--at least everything that was uttered by speakers with a visible smile. When they spoke with gravity, old Nell shook her tremulous head, and put on a look... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580144 | present occasion, however, the antique old thing seemed to have been affected with some absolutely new, and evidently quaint, ideas, for she laughed frequently and immoderately, especially when she gazed hard at Jack Matterby after having looked long at Nellie Grove! "Now, Jack," resumed the widow for the fiftieth time... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580145 | given you up for dead, I came back here, feeling an intense longing to see once more the old home, and I began a school. In course of years God sent me prosperity, notwithstanding the murmurings of rebellion which rose in my heart when I thought of _you_. The school became so big that I had to take a new | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580146 | house--that in which you now sit--and sought about for a teacher to help me. Long before that time poor Ned Grove had been drowned at sea. Your old friend Natty there had become the first mate to a merchantman, and helped to support his grandmother. Nellie, whose education I had begun, as you know, when you were a boy,... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580147 | grown into a remarkably clever and pretty girl, as, no doubt, you will admit. She had become a daily governess in the family of a gentleman who had come to live in the neighbourhood. Thus she was enabled to assist her brother in keeping up the old home, and took care of granny." At this point our hero, as he | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580148 | looked at the fair face and modest carriage of his old playmate heartily admitted, (to himself), that she was much more than "pretty," and felt that he now understood how a fisherman's daughter had, to his intense surprise, grown up with so much of gentle manners, and such soft lady-like hands. But he said never a word... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580149 | me," continued Mrs Matterby, "Nellie lost her situation at the time I speak of, owing to the death of her employer. Thus I had the chance of securing her at once. And now, here we have been together for some years, and I hope we may never part as long as we live. We had considerable difficulty in getting old | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580150 | Nell to quit the cottage and come here. Indeed, we should never have succeeded, I think, had it not been for Natty--" "That's true," interrupted Nat, with a laugh. "The dear old woman was too deaf to understand, and too obstinate to move: so one day I put the bed clothes over her head, gathered her and them up in | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580151 | my arms, and brought her up here bodily, very much as I carried _you_ ashore, Jack, in the life-buoy, without asking leave. And she has been content and happy ever since." What more of this tale there is to tell shall be told, reader, by excerpts from our hero's Christmas letter to thin little Mrs Seaford, as follows:-... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580152 | seeming neglect, dear old friend. I meant to have run up to town to see you the instant I set foot in England, but you must admit that my dear, long-lost mother had prior claims. Pardon, also, my impudence in now asking you to come and see _me_. You _must_ come. I will take no denial, for I want you | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580153 | to rejoice at my wedding! Yes, as old Nell once said to me, `God sends us a blessing sometimes when we least expect it.' He has not only restored to me my mother, but has raised me from the lowest rung in the ladder to the very highest, and given me the sweetest, and most--. But enough. Come and see | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580154 | for yourself. Her name is Nellie. But I have more to astonish you with. Not only do I take Nellie back with me to my home in the new world, but I take my mother also, and Natty Grove, and _old Nell herself_! How we got her to understand what we want her to do, could not be told in | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580155 | less than four hundred pages of small type. Nat did it, by means of signs, symbols, and what _he_ styles facial-logarithms. At all events she has agreed to go, and we hope to set sail next June. Moreover, I expect to get _you_ to join us. Don't laugh. I mean it. There is good work to be done. Canada needs | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580156 | philanthropic Christians as well as England. "You will scarcely credit me when I say that I have become a match-maker--not one of those `little' ones, in whose welfare you are so much interested, but a real one. My deep design is upon your partner, Natty Grove. Yes, your _partner_--for were not _you_ the instrument use... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580157 | _he_ my body? so that you have been partners in this double rescue. Well, it is my intention to introduce Natty Grove to Nancy Briggs, and abide the result! Once on a time I had meant her for Bob Snobbins, but as you have failed to hunt him up, he must be left to suffer the consequences. D'you know I | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580158 | have quite a pathetic feeling of tenderness for the memory of that too sharp little boy. Little does he know how gladly I would give him the best coat in my possession--if I could only find him! "Now, dearest of old friends, I must stop. Nellie is sitting on one side of me, mother on the other, and old Nell | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580159 | in front--which will account to you, in some degree, for the madness of my condition. "Once more, in the hope of a joyful meeting, I wish you `a merry Christmas and a happy New Year.'" THE END. | 37 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580160 | Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England DEEP DOWN, A TALE OF THE CORNISH MINES, BY R.M. BALLANTYNE. CHAPTER ONE. BEGINS THE STORY WITH A PECULIAR MEETING. Necessity is the mother of invention. This is undoubtedly true, but it is equally true that invention is not the only member of necessity's large family. Change o... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580161 | among her children. It was necessity that gave birth to the resolve to travel to the end of the earth--of English earth at all events--in search of fortune, which swelled the bosom of yonder tall, well-favoured youth, who, seated uncomfortably on the top of that clumsy public conveyance, drives up Market-Jew Street in ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580162 | necessity, as she is sometimes called--drove that youth into Cornwall, and thus was the originating cause of that wonderful series of events which ultimately led to his attaining--but hold! Let us begin at the beginning. It was a beautiful morning in June, in that period of the world's history which is ambiguously styl... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580163 | referred to--rumbled up to the Star Inn and stopped there. The tall, well-favoured youth leapt at once to the ground, and entered the inn with the air of a man who owned at least the half of the county, although his much-worn grey shooting costume and single unpretentious portmanteau did not indicate either unusual wea... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580164 | off-hand hearty way, he announced to landlord, waiters, chambermaids, and hangers-on, to all, indeed, who might choose to listen, that the weather was glorious, that coaches of all kinds, especially Kittereens, were detestable machines of torture, and that he meant to perform the remainder of his journey on foot. He in... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580165 | his luggage to be forwarded by coach or cart, and, with nothing but a stout oaken cudgel to encumber him, set out on his walk of about seven miles, with the determination of compensating himself for previous hours of forced inaction and constraint by ignoring roads and crossing the country like an Irish fox-hunter. Act... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580166 | he could find his way to any part of the world with the smallest amount of direction, he naturally missed the right road at the outset, and instead of taking the road to St. Just, pursued that which leads to the Land's End. The youth, as we have observed, was well-favoured. Tall, broad-shouldered, deep-chested, and ath... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580167 | erect gait, and clear laughing eye, he was one whom a recruiting-sergeant in the Guards would have looked upon with a covetous sigh. Smooth fair cheeks and chin told that boyhood was scarce out of sight behind, and an undeniable _some thing_ on the upper lip declared that manhood was not far in advance. Like most peopl... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580168 | be termed an uncertain stage of existence, our hero exhibited a variety of apparent contradictions. His great size and muscular strength and deep bass voice were those of a man, while the smooth skin, the soft curling hair, and the rollicking gladsome look were all indicative of the boy. His countenance, too, might hav... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580169 | grave almost to sternness, at other times it sparkled with delight, exhibiting now an expression that would have befitted a sage on whose decisions hung the fate of kingdoms, and anon displaying a dash of mischief worthy of the wildest boy in a village school. Some of the youth's varied, not to say extravagant, actions... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580170 | to the exhilarating brilliancy of the morning, or to the appearance of those splendid castles which his mind was actively engaged in building in the air. The country through which he travelled was at first varied with trees and bushes clothed in rich foliage; but soon its aspect changed, and ere long he pursued a path ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580171 | wide extent of wild moorland covered with purple heath and gorse in golden-yellow bloom. The ground, too, became so rough that the youth was fain to confine himself to the highroad; but being of an explorative disposition, he quickly diverged into the lanes, which in that part of Cornwall were, and still are, sufficien... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580172 | more experienced traveller. It soon began to dawn upon the youth's mind that he was wandering in a wrong direction, and when he suddenly discovered a solitary cottage on the right hand, which he had previously observed on the left, he made up his mind to sacrifice his independence and condescend to ask for guidance. Li... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580173 | this intent, he crossed two fields, and stooped as he looked in at the low doorway of the cottage, from the interior of which there issued the loud cries of a child either in great pain or passion. A sturdy little boy seated on a stool, and roaring like a young bull, while an elderly woman tried to comfort him, | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580174 | was the sight which met his gaze. "Can you show me the road to St. Just?" inquired our adventurer. "St. Just, sur?" said the woman, stepping out in front of the door, "why, you're on the way to St. Buryan, sure. Ef you do keep on the right of the hill over theere, you'll see the St. Just road." A | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580175 | yell of unparalleled ferocity issued at this moment from the cottage, and it was found that the noisy urchin within, overcome by curiosity, had risen to ascertain who the stranger outside could be, and had been arrested by a pang of agony. "Aw dear, aw dear, my poor booy," exclaimed the woman, endeavouring gently to pr... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580176 | on the stool, amid furious roaring. "What's wrong with him?" asked our traveller, entering the apartment. "He's tumbled off the wall, dear booy, an' semen to me he's scat un shoulder very bad." "Let me have a look at him," said the youth, sitting down on the edge of a bed which stood at one end of the room, and | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580177 | drawing the child between his knees. "Come, little man, don't shout so loud; I'll put it all right for you. Let me feel your shoulder." To judge from the immediate result, the young man seemed to put it all wrong instead of "all right," for his somewhat rough manipulation of the boy's shoulder produced such a torrent o... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580178 | the pitying woman had much ado to restrain herself from rushing to the rescue. "Ah!" exclaimed the youth in grey, releasing his victim; "I thought so; he has broken his collar-bone, my good woman; not a serious matter, by any means, but it will worry him for some time to come. Have you got anything to make a bandage of... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580179 | "Sur?" said the woman. "Have you a bit of rag--an old shirt or apron?--anything will do." The woman promptly produced a cotton shirt, which the youth tore up into long strips. Making a pad of one of these, he placed it under the boy's arm-pit despite of sobs and resistance. This pad acted as a fulcrum on which the arm | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580180 | rested as a lever. Pressing the elbow close to the boy's side he thus forced the shoulder outwards, and, with his left hand, set the bone with its two broken ends together. To secure it in this position he bound the arm pretty firmly to the boy's body, so that he could not move a muscle of the left arm | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580181 | or shoulder. "There," said the youth, assisting his patient to put on his shirt, "that will keep all straight. You must not on any account remove the bandage for some weeks." "How long, sur?" exclaimed the woman in surprise. "For some weeks; but that will depend on how the little fellow gets on. He may go about and use... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580182 | right arm as he pleases, but no more climbing on walls for some time to come. Do you hear, little man?" The urchin, whose pain was somewhat relieved, and who had moderated down to an occasional deep sob, said "Iss." "You're a doctor, sur, I think?" said the woman. "Yes, I am; and I'll come to see you again, so | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580183 | be careful to attend to my directions. Good-morning." "Good mornin', sur, an' thank 'ee!" exclaimed the grateful dame as the youth left the house, and, leaping the low enclosure in front of it, sped over the moor in the direction which had been pointed out to him. His resolution to ignore roads cost our traveller more ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580184 | anticipated, for the moor was very rugged, the brambles vexatious, and the spines of the gorse uncommonly sharp. Impediments of every kind were more numerous than he had been accustomed to meet with even on the heath-clad hills of Scotland, with which--although "the land of the mountain and the flood" was not that of h... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580185 | familiar. After a good deal of vigorous leaping and resolute scrambling, he reached one of those peculiar Cornish lanes which are so deeply sunk in the ground, and edged with such high solid walls, that the wayfarer cannot in many places see the nature of the country through which he is passing. The point at which he r... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580186 | was so overgrown with gorse and brambles that it was necessary to search for a passage through them. This not being readily found, he gave way to the impetuosity of his disposition, stepped back a few paces, cleared the obstacles with a light bound, and alighted on the edge of the bank, which gave way under his weight,... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580187 | descended into the lane in a shower of stones and dust, landing on his feet more by chance than by dexterity. A shout of indignation greeted the traveller, and, turning abruptly round, he beheld a stout old gentleman stamping with rage, covered from head to foot with dust, and sputtering out epithets of opprobrium on t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580188 | thus unintentionally bespattered him. "Ugh! hah! you young jackanapes--you blind dumbledory--ugh! What mean you by galloping over the country thus like a wild ass--eh?" A fit of coughing here interrupted the choleric old gentleman, in the midst of which our hero, with much humility of demeanour, many apologies, and pro... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580189 | gentleman's hat, assisted him to brush his clothes with a bunch of ferns, and in various other ways sought to pacify him. The old man grumbled a good deal at first, but was finally so far mollified as to say less testily, while he put on his hat, "I warrant me, young man, you are come on some wild-goose chase | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580190 | to this out-o'-the-way region of the land in search of the picturesque--eh?--a dauber on canvas?" "No, sir," replied the youth, "I profess not to wield the pencil or brush, although I admit to having made feeble efforts as an amateur. The scalpel is more to my taste, and my object in coming here is to visit a relative.... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580191 | on my way to St. Just; but, having wandered somewhat out of my road, have been obliged to strike into bypaths, as you see." "As I _see_, young man!--yes, and as I _feel_," replied the old gentleman, with some remains of asperity. "I have already expressed regret for the mischance that has befallen you," said the youth ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580192 | sternly, for his impulsive spirit fired a little at the continued ill-humour of the old gentleman. "Perhaps you will return good for evil by pointing out the way to St. Just. May I venture to ask this favour of you?" "You may venture, and you _have_ ventured; and it is my belief, young man, that you'll venture many a t... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580193 | before this world has done with you; however, as you are a stranger in these parts, and have expressed due penitence for your misdeed, though I more than half doubt your sincerity, I can do no less than point out the road to St. Just, whither I will accompany you at least part of the way; and, young sir, as | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580194 | you have taken pretty free liberty with _me_ this morning, may I take the liberty of asking _you_ the name of your relative in St. Just? I am well acquainted with most of the inhabitants of that town." "Certainly," replied the youth. "The gentleman whom I am going to visit is my uncle. His name is Donnithorne." "What! ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580195 | exclaimed the old gentleman, in a tone of surprise, as he darted a keen glance from under his bushy eyebrows at his companion. "Hah! then from that fact I gather that you are Oliver Trembath, the young doctor whom he has been expecting the last day or two. H'm--so old Tom Donnithorne is your uncle, is he?" The youth in | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580196 | grey did not relish the free and easy, not to say patronising, tone of his companion, and felt inclined to give a sharp answer, but he restrained his feelings and replied,--"He is, and you are correct in your supposition regarding myself. Do you happen to know my uncle personally?" "Know him personally!" cried the old ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580197 | "Oh yes, I know him intimately--intimately; some people say he's a very good fellow." "I am glad to hear that, for to say truth--" He paused abruptly. "Ha! I suppose you were going to say that you have heard a different account of him--eh?" "Well, I _was_ going to observe," replied Oliver, with a laugh, "that my uncle ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580198 | a wild man for his years--addicted to smuggling, I am told, and somewhat given to the bottle; but it is well known that tattlers give false reports, and I am delighted to hear that the old boy is not such a bad fellow after all." "Humph!" ejaculated the other. "Then you have never seen him, I suppose?" "No, never; alth... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580199 | I am a Cornishman I have seen little of my native county, having left it when a little boy--before my uncle came to live in this part of the country." "H'm--well, young man, I would advise you to beware of that same uncle of yours." "How!" exclaimed the youth in surprise; "did you not tell me just now that he | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
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