Lorna Doone eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 973 pages of information about Lorna Doone.

Lorna Doone eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 973 pages of information about Lorna Doone.

“Oaf, I mean nothing of the sort; they would only make a laughing-stock, as those Devonshire people did, of me.  No, I will go to the King himself, or a man who is bigger than the King, and to whom I have ready access.  I will not tell thee his name at present, only if thou art brought before him, never wilt thou forget it.”  That was true enough, by the bye, as I discovered afterwards, for the man he meant was Judge Jeffreys.

“And when are you likely to see him, sir?”

“Maybe in the spring, maybe not until summer, for I cannot go to London on purpose, but when my business takes me there.  Only remember my words, Jack, and when you see the man I mean, look straight at him, and tell no lie.  He will make some of your zany squires shake in their shoes, I reckon.  Now, I have been in this lonely hole far longer than I intended, by reason of this outrage; yet I will stay here one day more upon a certain condition.”

“Upon what condition, Uncle Ben?  I grieve that you find it so lonely.  We will have Farmer Nicholas up again, and the singers, and—­”

“The fashionable milkmaids.  I thank you, let me be.  The wenches are too loud for me.  Your Nanny is enough.  Nanny is a good child, and she shall come and visit me.”  Uncle Reuben would always call her “Nanny”; he said that “Annie” was too fine and Frenchified for us.  “But my condition is this, Jack—­that you shall guide me to-morrow, without a word to any one, to a place where I may well descry the dwelling of these scoundrel Doones, and learn the best way to get at them, when the time shall come.  Can you do this for me?  I will pay you well, boy.”

I promised very readily to do my best to serve him, but, of course, would take no money for it, not being so poor as that came to.  Accordingly, on the day following, I managed to set the men at work on the other side of the farm, especially that inquisitive and busybody John Fry, who would pry out almost anything for the pleasure of telling his wife; and then, with Uncle Reuben mounted on my ancient Peggy, I made foot for the westward, directly after breakfast.  Uncle Ben refused to go unless I would take a loaded gun, and indeed it was always wise to do so in those days of turbulence; and none the less because of late more than usual of our sheep had left their skins behind them.  This, as I need hardly say, was not to be charged to the appetite of the Doones, for they always said that they were not butchers (although upon that subject might well be two opinions); and their practice was to make the shepherds kill and skin, and quarter for them, and sometimes carry to the Doone-gate the prime among the fatlings, for fear of any bruising, which spoils the look at table.  But the worst of it was that ignorant folk, unaware of their fastidiousness, scored to them the sheep they lost by lower-born marauders, and so were afraid to speak of it:  and the issue of this error was that a farmer, with five or six hundred sheep, could never command, on his wedding-day, a prime saddle of mutton for dinner.

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