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twg_000012580700 | to say that these words are not so bad as they sound. "The fisherman's look and action were so terrible whilst he poured forth his wrath, which was kept alive by the thought of the smouldering embers of his own cottage, that the Spaniard could not but obey. With a ludicrous compound of fun and terror he began to dance | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580701 | and sing, or rather to leap and wail, while Gurnet stood before him with a look of grim ferocity that never for a moment relaxed. "Whenever the Spaniard stopped from exhaustion Gurnet shouted `Go on,' in a voice of thunder, and the poor man, being thoroughly terrified, went on until he fell to the ground incapable of f... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580702 | to this point Gurnet had kept saying to himself, `He is fond o' dancin' an' singin', let un have it, then,' but when the poor man fell his heart relented. He picked him up, threw him across his shoulder as if he had been a bolster, and bore him away. At first the men of the place wanted to hang | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580703 | him on the spot, but Gurnet claimed him as his prisoner, and would not allow this. He gave him his liberty, and the poor wretch maintained himself for many a day as a wandering minstrel. At last he managed to get on board of a Spanish vessel, and was never more heard of, but he left his guitar behind him. | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580704 | It was picked up on the shore, where he left it, probably, in his haste to get away. "The truth of this story, of course, I cannot vouch for," concluded Mr Donnithorne, with a smile, "but I have told it to you as nearly as possible in the words in which I have often heard my grandfather give it--and as | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580705 | for the guitar, why, here it is, having been sold to me by a descendant of the man who found it on the seashore." "A wonderful story indeed," said Oliver--"_if true_." "The guitar you must admit is at least a fact," said the old gentleman. Oliver not only admitted this, but said it was a sweet-sounding fact, and was pr... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580706 | to comment further on the subject when Mr Donnithorne interrupted him-- "By the way, talking of sweet sounds, have you heard what that gruff-voiced scoundrel Maggot--that roaring bull of Bashan--has been about lately?" "No, I have not," said Oliver, who saw that the old gentleman's ire was rising. "Ha! lad, that man ou... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580707 | knave, a smuggler--a--an ungrateful rascal. Why, sir, you'll scarcely believe it: he has come to me and demanded more money for the jewels which he and his comrade sold me in fair and open bargain, and because I refused, and called him a few well-merited names, he has actually gone and given information against me as p... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580708 | of right, so they say, belongs to Government, and last night I had a letter which tells me that the treasure, as they call it, must be delivered up without delay, on pain of I don't know what penalties. Penalties, forsooth! as if I hadn't been punished enough already by the harassing curtain-lectures of my over-scrupul... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580709 | unlucky day when the baubles were found, not to mention the uneasy probings of my own conscience, which, to say truth, I had feared was dead altogether owing to the villainous moral atmosphere of this smuggling place, but which I find quite lively and strong yet--a matter of some consolation too, for although I do have... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580710 | 'baccy and brandy, being of an economical turn of mind, I don't like the notion of getting rid of my conscience altogether. But, man, 'tis hard to bear!" Poor Mr Donnithorne stopped here, partly owing to shortness of breath, and partly because he had excited himself to a pitch that rendered coherent speech difficult. "... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580711 | once to relieve your conscience, sir," suggested Oliver respectfully, "by giving up the things that cause it pain? In my profession we always try to get at the root of a disease, and apply our remedies there." "Ha!" exclaimed the old gentleman, wiping his heated brow, "and lose twenty pounds as a sort of fee to Doctor ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580712 | other doctors I wot of, created the disease himself, and who will certainly never attempt to alleviate it by returning the fee." "Still, the disease may be cured by the remedy I recommend," said Oliver. "No, man, it can't," cried the old gentleman with a perplexed expression, "because the dirty things are already sold ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580713 | Botallack shares, to sell which and pay back the cash in the present depressed state of things would be utter madness. But hush! here comes my better half, and although she _is_ a dear good soul, with an unusual amount of wisdom for her size, it would be injudicious to prolong the lectures of the night into the early h... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580714 | of morning." As he spoke little Mrs Donnithorne's round good-looking face appeared like the rising sun in the doorway, and her cheery voice welcomed Oliver to breakfast. "Thank you, aunt," said Oliver, "but I have already breakfasted more than an hour ago, and am on my way to visit my patients. Indeed, I have to blame ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580715 | so early an hour, and would not have done so but for the irresistible attraction of a newly discovered voice, which--" "Come, come, youngster," interrupted Mr Donnithorne, "be pleased to bear in remembrance that the voice is connected with a pair of capital ears, remarkable for their sharpness, if not their length, and... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580716 | "You do Rose injustice," observed Mrs Donnithorne, as the voice at that moment broke out into a lively carol in the region of the kitchen, whither its owner had gone to superintend culinary matters. "But tell me, Oliver, have you heard of the accident to poor Batten?" "Yes, I saw him yesterday," replied the doctor, "ju... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580717 | and I am anxious about him. I fear, though I am not quite certain, that his eyesight is destroyed." "Dear! dear!--oh, poor man," said Mrs Donnithorne, whose sympathetic heart swelled, while her blue eyes instantly filled with tears. "It is so very sad, Oliver, for his delicate wife and four young children are entirely ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580718 | sons--and they found it difficult enough to make the two ends meet, even when they were all in health; for it is hard times among the miners at present, as you know, Oliver; and now--dear, dear, it is very, _very_ sad." Little Mrs Donnithorne said nothing more at that time, but her mind instantly reverted to a portly b... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580719 | she was much in the habit of carrying with her on her frequent visits to the poor and the sick--for the good lady was one of those whose inclinations as well as principles lead them to "consider the poor." It must not be imagined, however, that the poor formed a large class of the community in St. Just. The miners | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580720 | of that district, and indeed all over Cornwall, were, and still are, a self-reliant, independent, hard-working race, and as long as tough thews and sinews, and stout and willing hearts, could accomplish anything, they never failed to wrench a subsistence out of the stubborn rocks which contain the wealth of the land. B... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580721 | a Cornishman, and the lowest depth to which he can sink socially, in his own esteem, is that of being dependent on charity. In some cases this sentiment is carried too far, and has degenerated into pride; for, when God in His wisdom sees fit, by means of disabling accident or declining health, to incapacitate a man fro... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580722 | is as honourable in him to receive charity as it is (although not always sufficiently esteemed so) a high privilege and luxury of the more fortunate to give. Worthy Mrs Donnithorne's charities were always bestowed with such delicacy that she managed, in some mysterious way, to make the recipients feel as though they ha... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580723 | them. And yet she was not a soft piece of indiscriminating amiability, whose chief delight in giving lay in the sensations which the act created within her own breast. By no means. None knew better than she when and where to give money, and when to give blankets, bread, or tea. She was equally sharp to perceive the spi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580724 | rendered it advisable for her to say, "I want you to do me a favour--there's a good woman now, you won't refuse me, etcetera," and to detect the spirit that called forth the sharp remark, accompanied with a dubious smile and a shake of her fat forefinger, "There now, see that you make better use of it _this_ time, else | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580725 | I shall have to scold you." Having received a message for poor Mrs Batten, the miner's wife, the doctor left the cottage, and proceeded to pay his visits. Let us accompany him. CHAPTER TWELVE. IN WHICH OLIVER GETS "A FALL," AND SEES SOME OF THE SHADOWS OF THE MINER'S LIFE. In crossing a hayfield, Oliver Trembath encoun... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580726 | figure, and the grave, sedate smile of Mr Cornish, the manager. "Good-morning, doctor," said the old gentleman, extending his hand and giving the youth a grasp worthy of one of the old Cornish giants; "do you know I was thinking, as I saw you leap over the stile, that you would make a pretty fair miner?" "Thanks, sir, ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580727 | good opinion of me," said Oliver, with a smile, "but I would rather work above than below ground. Living the half of one's life beyond the reach of sunlight is not conducive to health." "Nevertheless, the miners keep their health pretty well, considering the nature of their work," replied Mr Cornish; "and you must admi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580728 | stout fellows. You would find them so if you got one of their Cornish hugs." "Perhaps," said Oliver, with a modest look, for he had been a noted wrestler at school, "I might give them a pretty fair hug in return, for Cornish blood flows in my veins." "A fig for blood, doctor; it is of no avail without knowledge | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580729 | and practice, as well as muscle. _With_ these, however, I do acknowledge that it makes weight--if by `blood' you mean high spirit." "By the way, how comes it, sir," said Oliver, "that Cornishmen are so much more addicted to wrestling than other Englishmen?" "It were hard to tell, doctor, unless it be that they feel the... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580730 | and being accustomed to violent exertion more than others, they take greater pleasure in it. Undoubtedly the Greeks introduced it among us, but whether they practised it as we now do cannot be certainly ascertained." Here Mr Cornish entered into an enthusiastic account of the art of wrestling; related many anecdotes of... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580731 | explained the peculiar method of performing the throw by the heel, the toe, and the hip; the heave forward, the back-heave, and the Cornish hug, to all of which the youth listened with deep interest. "I should like much to witness one of your wrestling-matches," he said, when the old gentleman concluded; "for I cannot ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580732 | peculiar Cornish hugs or twists can be so potent as to overturn a stout fellow who is accustomed to wrestle in another fashion. Can you show me one of the particular grips or twists that are said to be so effective?" "I think I can," replied the old gentleman, with a smile, and a twinkle in his eye; "of course | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580733 | the style of grip and throw will vary according to the size of the man one has to deal with. Give me hold of your wrist, and plant yourself firmly on your legs. Now, you see, you must turn the arm--so, and use your toe--thus, so as to lift your man, and with a sudden twist--there! That's the way to | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580734 | do it!" said the old gentleman, with a chuckle, as he threw Oliver head foremost into the middle of a haycock that lay opportunely near. It is hard to say whether Mr Cornish or Oliver was most surprised at the result of the effort--the one, that so much of his ancient prowess should remain, and the other, that he shoul... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580735 | have been so easily overthrown by one who, although fully as large a man as himself, had his joints and muscles somewhat stiffened by age. Oliver burst into a fit of laughter on rising, and exclaimed, "Well done, sir! You have effectually convinced me that there is something worth knowing in the Cornish mode of wrestli... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580736 | what you were about to do, it might not perhaps have been done so easily." "I doubt it not," said Mr Cornish with a laugh; "but that shows the value of `science' in such matters. Good-morning, doctor. Hope you'll find your patients getting on well." He waved his hand as he turned off, while Oliver pursued his way to th... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580737 | miners' cottages. The first he entered belonged to a man whose chest was slightly affected for the first time. He was a stout man, about thirty-five years of age, and of temperate habits--took a little beer occasionally, but never exceeded; had a good appetite, but had caught cold frequently in consequence of having to... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580738 | shaft's mouth to the changing-house while exhausted with hard work underground and covered with profuse perspiration. Often he had to do this in wet weather and when bitterly cold winds were blowing--of late he had begun to spit blood. It is necessary here to remind the reader that matters in this respect-- and in refe... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580739 | miner generally--are now much improved. The changing-houses, besides being placed as near to the several shafts as is convenient, are now warmed with fires, and supplied with water-troughs, so that the men have a comfortable place in which to wash themselves on coming "to grass," and find their clothes thoroughly dried... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580740 | on before going underground. This renders them less liable to catch cold, but of course does not protect them from the evil influences of climbing the ladders, and of bad air. Few men have to undergo such severe toil as the Cornish miner, because of the extreme hardness of the rock with which he has to deal. To be bath... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580741 | in perspiration, and engaged in almost unremitting and violent muscular exertion during at least eight hours of each day, may be said to be his normal condition. Oliver advised this man to give up underground work for some time, and, having prescribed for him and spoken encouragingly to his wife, left the cottage to co... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580742 | or less similar to the above, followed each other in succession; also one or two cases of slight illness among the children, which caused more alarm to the anxious mothers than there was any occasion for. These latter were quickly but good-naturedly disposed of, and the young doctor generally left a good impression beh... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580743 | though prompt, manner and a sympathetic spirit. At one cottage he found a young man in the last stage of consumption. He lay on his lowly bed pale and restless--almost wishing for death to relieve him of his pains. His young wife sat by his bedside wiping the perspiration from his brow, while a ruddy-cheeked little boy... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580744 | room unnoticed--ignorant that the hour was drawing near which would render him fatherless, and his young mother a widow. This young man had been a daring, high-spirited fellow, whose animal spirits led him into many a reckless deed. His complaint had been brought on by racing up the ladders--a blood-vessel had given wa... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580745 | as Oliver was leaving him a Wesleyan minister entered the dwelling. "He won't be long with us, doctor, I fear," he said in passing. "Not long, sir," replied Oliver. "His release will be a happy one," said the minister, "for his soul rests on Jesus; but, alas! for his young wife and child." He passed into the sickroom, ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580746 | doctor went on. The next case was also a bad one, though different from the preceding. The patient was between forty and fifty years of age, and had been unable to go underground for several years. He was a staid, sober man, and an abstemious liver, but it was evident that his life on earth was drawing to a close. | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580747 | He had been employed chiefly in driving levels, and had worked a great deal in very bad air, where the candles could not be made to burn unless placed nine or ten feet behind the spot where he was at work. Indeed, he often got no fresh air except what was blown to him, and only a puff now and | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580748 | then. When he first went to work in the morning the candle would not keep alight, so that he had to take his coat and beat the air about before going into the level, and, after a time, went in when the candles could be got to burn by holding them on one side, and teasing out the wick very | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580749 | much. This used to create a great deal of smoke, which tended still further to vitiate the air. When he returned "to grass" his saliva used to be as black as ink. About five years before giving up underground work he had had inflammation of the lungs, followed by blood-spitting, which used to come on when he was at wor... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580750 | in what he called "poor air," or in "cold-damp," and he had never been well since. Oliver's last visit that day was to the man John Batten; who had exploded a blast-hole in his face the day before. This man dwelt in a cottage in the small hamlet of Botallack, close to the mine of the same name. The room | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580751 | in which the miner lay was very small, and its furniture scanty; nevertheless it was clean and neatly arranged. Everything in and about the place bore evidence of the presence of a thrifty hand. The cotton curtain on the window was thin and worn, but it was well darned, and pure as the driven snow. The two chairs were ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580752 | as was also the table, but they were not rickety; it was obvious that they owed their stability to a hand skilled in mending and in patching pieces of things together. Even the squat little stool in the side of the chimney corner displayed a leg, the whiteness of which, compared with the other two, told of attention to... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580753 | things. There was a peg for everything, and everything seemed to be on its peg. Nothing littered the well-scrubbed floor or defiled the well-brushed hearthstone, and it did not require a second thought on the part of the beholder to ascribe all this to the tidy little middle-aged woman, who, with an expression of deep ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580754 | attended to the wants of her injured husband. As Oliver approached the door of this cottage two stout youths, of about sixteen and seventeen respectively, opened it and issued forth. "Good-morning, lads! Going to work, I suppose?" said Oliver. "Iss, sur," replied the elder, a fair-haired ruddy youth, who, like his brot... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580755 | evil influence of the mines; "we do work in the night corps, brother and me. Father is worse to-day, sur." "Sorry to hear that," said the doctor, as he passed them and entered the cottage, while the lads shouldered their tools and walked smartly down the lane that led to Botallack mine. "Your husband is not quite so we... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580756 | I hear," said the doctor, going to the side of the bed on which the stalwart form of the miner lay. "No, sur," replied the poor woman; "he has much pain in his eyes to-day, but his heart is braave, sur; I never do hear a complaint from he." This was true. The man lay perfectly still, the compressed lip | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580757 | and the perspiration that moistened his face alone giving evidence of the agony he endured. "Do you suffer much?" inquired the doctor, as he undid the bandages which covered the upper part of the man's face. "Iss, sur, I do," was the reply. No more was said, but a low groan escaped the miner when the bandage was remove... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580758 | the frightful effects of the accident were exposed to view. With intense anxiety Mrs Batten watched the doctor's countenance, but found no comfort there. A very brief examination was sufficient to convince Oliver that the eyes were utterly destroyed, for the miner had been so close to the hole when it exploded that the... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580759 | and portions of unburnt powder had been blown right into them. "Will he see--a _little_, sur?" whispered Mrs Batten. Oliver shook his head. "I fear not," he said in a low tone. "Speak out, doctor," said the miner in firm tones, "I ain't afeard to knaw it." "It would be unkind to deceive you," replied Oliver sadly; "you... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580760 | destroyed." No word was spoken for a few minutes, but the poor woman knelt by her husband's side, and nestled close to him. Batten raised his large brown hand, which bore the marks and scars of many a year of manly toil, and laid it gently on his wife's head. "I'll never see thee again, Annie," he murmured in a | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580761 | low deep tone; "but I see thee face now, lass, as I _last_ saw it, wi' the smile of an angel on't--an' I'll see it so till the day I die; bless the Lord for that." Mrs Batten rose and went softly but quickly out of the room that she might relieve her bursting heart without distressing her husband, but | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580762 | he knew her too well to doubt the reason of her sudden movement, and a faint smile was on his lips for a moment as he said to Oliver,--"She's gone to weep a bit, sur, and pray. It will do her good, dear lass." "Your loss is a heavy one--very heavy," said Oliver, with hesitation in his tone, for he | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580763 | felt some difficulty in attempting to comfort one in so hopeless a condition. "True, sur, true," replied the man in a tone of cheerful resignation that surprised the doctor, "but it might have been worse; `the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away, blessed be the name of the Lord!'" Mrs Batten returned in a few minut... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580764 | left them, after administering as much comfort as he could in the circumstances, but to say truth, although well skilled in alleviating bodily pains, he was incapable of doing much in the way of ministering to the mind diseased. Oliver Trembath was not a medical missionary. His mother, though a good, amiable woman, had... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580765 | those good-tempered, listless ladies who may be regarded as human vegetables, who float through life as comfortably as they can, giving as little trouble as possible, and doing as little good as is compatible with the presence of even nominal Christianity. She performed the duties of life in the smallest possible circl... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580766 | extremity of the radii extending to the walls of her garden. She went to church at the regulation hours; "said her prayers" in the regulation tone of voice; gave her charities in the stated way, at stated periods, with a hazy perception as to the objects for which they were given, and an easy indifference as to the suc... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580767 | these objects--the whole end and aim of her wishes being attained in, and her conscience satisfied by, the act of giving. Hence her son Oliver was not much impressed in youth with the power or value of religion, and hence he found himself rather put out when his common sense told him, as it not unfrequently did, that i... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580768 | his duty sometimes to administer a dose to the mind as well as to the body. But Oliver was not like his mother in any respect. His fire, his energy, his intellectual activity, and his impulsive generosity he inherited from his father. Amiability alone descended to him from his mother--an inheritance, by the way, not to... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580769 | by it all his other qualities were immeasurably enhanced in value. His heart had beat in sympathy with the mourners he had just left, and his manly disposition made him feel ashamed that the lips which could give advice glibly enough in regard to bandages and physic, and which could speak in cheery, comforting tones wh... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580770 | his patient, were sealed and absolutely incapable of utterance when death approached or hopeless despair took possession of the sufferer. Oliver had felt something of this even in his student life, when the solemnities of sickness and death were new to him; but it was pressed home upon him with peculiar power, and his ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580771 | blush when he was brought into contact with the Wesleyan Methodism of West Cornwall, where multitudes of men and women of all grades drew comfort from the Scriptures as readily and as earnestly as they drew water from their wells--where religion was mingled with everyday and household duties--and where many of the mine... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580772 | one another with God's Word, as vigorously, as simply, and as naturally as they hewed a livelihood from the rocks or drew sustenance from the sea. CHAPTER THIRTEEN. TREATS OF SPIRITS AND OF SUNDRY SPIRITED MATTERS AND INCIDENTS. One sunny afternoon Mrs Maggot found herself in the happy position of having so thoroughly ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580773 | she felt at leisure to sit down and sew, while little Grace sat beside her, near the open door, rocking the cradle. Baby, in blissful unconsciousness of its own existence, lay sound asleep with a thumb in its mouth; the resolute sucking of that thumb having been its most recent act of disobedience. Little Grace was flu... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580774 | for it had cost her half an hour's hard wrestling to get baby placed in recumbent somnolence. She now sought to soothe her feelings by tickling the chin of the black kitten--a process to which that active creature submitted with purring satisfaction. "Faither's long of coming hum, mother," said little Grace, looking up... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580775 | he is?" inquired Grace. "No, I doan't," replied her mother. It was evident that Mrs Maggot was not in the humour for conversation, so Grace relapsed into silence, and devoted herself to the kitten. "Is that faither?" said Grace, after a few minutes, pointing to the figure of a man who was seen coming over the distant m... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580776 | land which at that period surrounded the town of St. Just, though the greater part of it is now cultivated fields. "It isn' like un," said Mrs Maggot, shading her eyes with her hand; "sure, it do look like a boatsman." [The men of the coastguard were called "boatsmen" at that time.] "Iss, I do see his cutlash," said li... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580777 | Grace; "and there's another man comin' down road to meet un." "Haste 'ee, Grace," cried Mrs Maggot, leaping up and plucking her last-born out of the cradle, "take the cheeld in to Mrs Penrose, an' bide theer till I send for 'ee--dost a hear?" Plucked thus unceremoniously from gentle slumber to be plunged headlong and w... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580778 | war, was too much for baby Maggot; he uttered one yell of rage and defiance, which was succeeded by a lull--a sort of pause for the recovery of breath--so prolonged that the obedient Grace had time to fling down the horror-struck Chet, catch baby in her arms, and bear him into the neighbouring cottage before the next r... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580779 | The youthful Maggot was at once received into the bosom of the Penrose family, and succeeding yells were smothered by eight out of the sixteen Penroses who chanced to be at home at the time. That Mrs Maggot had a guilty conscience might have been inferred from her future proceedings, which, to one unacquainted with the... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580780 | would have appeared strange, if not quite unaccountable. When baby was borne off, as related, she seized a small keg, which stood in a corner near the door and smelt strongly of brandy, and, placing it with great care in the vacant cradle, covered it over with blankets. She next rolled a pair of stockings into a ball a... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580781 | on it a little frilled night-cap, which she disposed on the pillow, with the face pretty well down, and the back of the head pretty well up, and so judiciously and cleverly covered it with bedclothes that even Maggot himself might have failed to miss his son, or to recognise the outlines of a keg. A bottle half full of | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580782 | brandy, with the cork out, was next placed on the table to account for the odour in the room, and then Mrs Maggot sat down to her sewing, and rocked the cradle gently with her foot, singing a sweet lullaby the while. Ten minutes later, two stout men of the coastguard, armed with cutlasses and pistols, entered the cotta... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580783 | Maggot observed that they were also armed with a pick and shovel. "Good-hevenin', missus; how dost do?" said the man who walked foremost, in a hearty voice. "Good-hevenin', Eben Trezise; how are _you_?" said Mrs Maggot. "Braave, thank 'ee," said Trezise; "we've come for a drop o' brandy, missus, havin' heard that you'v... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580784 | smell it--eh?" "Why, iss, we've got wan small drop," said Mrs Maggot, gently arranging the clothes on the cradle, "that the doctor have order for the cheeld. You're welcome to a taste of it, but plaise don't make so much noise, for the poor cheeld's slaipin'." "He'll be smothered, I do think, if you don't turn his head... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580785 | bit, missus," said the man; "hows'ever you've no objection to let Jim and me have a look round the place, I dessay?" Mrs Maggot said they were welcome to do as they pleased, if they would only do it quietly for the sake of the "cheeld;" so without more ado they commenced a thorough investigation of the premises, outsid... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580786 | in. Then they went to the smithy, where Mrs Maggot knew her husband had concealed two large kegs of smuggled liquor on the hearth under a heap of ashes and iron debris, but these had been so cleverly, yet carelessly, hidden that the men sat down on the heap under which they lay, to rest and wipe their heated brows | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580787 | after their fruitless search. "Hast 'ee found the brandy?" inquired Mrs Maggot, with a look of innocence, when the two men returned. "Not yet," replied Eben Trezise; "but we've not done. There's a certain shaft near by that has got a bad name for drinkin', missus; p'raps you may have heard on it? Its breath do smell dr... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580788 | Both men laughed at this, and winked to each other, while Mrs Maggot smiled, and, with a look of surprise, vowed that she had not heard of the disreputable shaft referred to. Despite her unconcerned look, however, Mrs Maggot felt anxious, for she was aware that her husband had recently obtained an unusually large quant... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580789 | from the Scilly Islands, between which and the coasts of Cornwall smuggling was carried on in a most daring and extensive manner at the time of our story, and she knew that the whole of the smuggled goods lay concealed in one of those numerous disused shafts of old mines which lie scattered thickly over that part of th... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580790 | Maggot's absence rendered her position still more perplexing, but she was a woman of ready wit and self-reliance, and she comforted herself with the knowledge that the brandy lay buried far down in the shaft, and that it would take the boatsmen some time to dig to it--that possibly they might give up in despair before ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580791 | men went off to search for the shaft, and while Mrs Maggot was calmly nursing her spirited little baby, Maggot himself, in company with his bosom friend John Cock, was sauntering slowly homeward along the cliffs near Kenidjack Castle, the ruins of which occupy a bold promontory a little to the north of Cape Cornwall. T... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580792 | sight of the tin-mine and works which cover Nancharrow valley from the shore to a considerable distance inland, where stand the tall chimneys and engine-houses, the whims and varied machinery of the extensive and prolific old tin-mine named Wheal Owles. The cliffs on which the two men stood are very precipitous and rug... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580793 | of about feet above the rocks where the waters of the Atlantic roll dark and deep, fringing the coast with a milky foam that is carried away by the tide in long streaks, to be defiled by the red waters which flow from Nancharrow valley into Porth Ledden Cove. This cove is a small one, with a narrow strip of | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580794 | sand on its shore. At its northern extremity is a deep narrow gorge, into which the waves rush, even in calm weather, with a peculiar sound. In reference to this it is said that the waves "buzz-and-go-in," hence the place has been named Zawn Buzzangein. The sides of the Zawn are about sixty feet high, and quite precipi... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580795 | part, especially, they overhang their base. It was here that Maggot and his friend stopped on their way home, and turned to look out upon the sea. "No sign o' pilchers yet," observed Maggot, referring to the immense shoals of pilchards which visit the Cornish coasts in the autumn of each year, and form a large portion ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580796 | of the county. "Too soon," replied John Cock. "By the way, Jack," said Maggot, "wasn't it hereabouts that the schooner went ashore last winter?" "Iss, 'twor down theer, close by Pullandeese," replied the other, pointing to a deep pool in the rocks round which the swell of the Atlantic broke in white foam. "I was theere... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580797 | down 'bout daylight--before others were stirring, an' sure 'nuff there she lay, on the rocks, bottom up, an' all the crew lost. We seed wan o' them knackin' on the rocks to the north, so we got ropes an' let a man down to fetch un up, but of coorse it was gone dead." "That minds me, Jack," said Maggot, | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580798 | "that I seed a daw's nest here the last time I come along, so lev us go an' stroob that daw's nest." "Thee cusn't do it," said John Cock. Maggot laughed, and said he not only could but would, so he ran down to the neighbouring works and returned with a stout rope, which he fixed firmly to a rock | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
twg_000012580799 | at the edge of the overhanging cliff. We have already said that Maggot was a noted madcap, who stuck at nothing, and appeared to derive positive pleasure from the mere act of putting his life in danger. No human foot could, by climbing, have reached the spot where the nest of the daw, or Cornish chough, was fixed--for ... | 60 | gutenberg | unknown |
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