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Updated: May 10, 2025
If he had not been in England, he would have said that it was a patch of sunshine. Mr. Bennett stared at the yellow blob with the wistful mistrust of a traveller in a desert who has been taken in once or twice by mirages.
Rough with crinkled limpet shells and sparsely strewn with locks of dry seaweed, a small boy has to stretch his legs far apart, and indeed to feel rather heroic, before he gets to the top. But there, on the very top, is a hollow full of water, with a sandy bottom; with a blob of jelly stuck to the side, and some mussels. A fish darts across.
Then silence as they took the grass. He flung his head across his shoulder as he ran. The lugger-guard, loosed at last, were hurling across the greensward at him, bayonets at the charge. Such tall and terrible men! and how they strode along, bearskins a- bob, savage eyes smouldering, snapping fierce phrases at each other as they came! Kit loosed his soul in a ghastly scream. "Back, Blob!"
She went to the Victor, and she was on his side: for he was England, and England had won her first, and, true woman that she was, she clove to her first conqueror. They were coming. He thrilled to them. "Now, Blob! you take that side. I'll take this. Pick off a man as he comes over the crest. Then out knives, and do your best!" He leapt on to the taffrail, balancing by the mizzen.
And he once down, the door open, all was over! the cottage stormed, the despatches taken, old man Piper slain, and Nelson lost. His ear against the clammy iron, he listened. Yes; outside the door he could detect the sound of faint breathing. A distance away, he could hear the scuffling of feet. He saw it all. They had shot Blob, who lay without, breathing his last.
"And your skull's too thick to let it through to the little blob of brain that you do possess," said Benjy with a kindly-contemptuous look at his sable friend. "Oh! flatnose, you're a terrible thick-head." "You's right dere, massa," replied the negro, with a gratified smile at what he deemed a compliment.
The men and women feel it burning their backs, their breasts and their arms; they feel their bodies expanding, coming alive... so that they make large embracing gestures, lift up their arms, for nothing, swoop down on a girl, blurt into laughter. Lemonade! A whole tank of it stands on a table covered with a cloth; and lemons like blunted fishes blob in the yellow water.
The day died, and the moon came out to wink and dodge and play a foolish game of hide-and-seek in and out among the clouds. She showed the skua, a black knob atop of the black blob of his bowlder, apparently fast asleep, invisible if we did not know he was there. She showed black dots bobbing upon silver lanes, which were sea-duck of various kinds scaup, long tail, scoter, and the rest.
Blob, leaning out of the dormer, chewing an apple, watched him with spiteful amusement. "Say, Maaster Sir," he cried, as he spat and slobbered, "reck'n they'll catch you." "Shall I unbolt the door, sir?" shouted Piper. "You do, by God!" roared the wrathful Parson. "They're on our heels, fool!" "How'll you manage then, sir?" "Leave that to me, and stick to your shooting!"
As he breasted the bank, his hands succouring his feet, he heard steps behind him. "Who's that?" he snarled, crouching. Blob was standing at gaze a little way behind him. "What ye want?" The boy made no answer, staring with round moon-eyes. "He's noiked," came a musing voice. "Oi dew loike to see un." He shot out a finger, and, flinging back his head, gurgled laughter. "Here, boy!" called Kit.
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