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"There," said my father at last, after the final order to sheathe swords had been given. "Break off. No pistol practice to-day. Your hands will be unsteady." "Always the way!" I heard Bob Chowne grumble. "I stopped on purpose to have a bit of pistol-shooting, and now there's none. See if I'd have stayed if I had known."
See Croker's "Essays on the Revolution," p. 266. Duchesse d'Angoulême, p. 78. See a letter from Miss Chowne to Lord Aukland, September 23d, 1793, Journal, etc., of Lord Aukland, ii., p. 517. "Le peuple la reçut non seulement comme une reine adorée, mais il semblait aussi qu'il lui savait gré d'être charmante," p.5, ed. 1820. Great interest was felt for her in England.
"Now, Sep, serve out the arms." I had done this several times before, and rapidly handed to each man his cutlass and belt, which was as quickly buckled on. Then one each was given to Bob Chowne and Bigley, and I was left without. "Humph, twelve," said my father counting, as he saw me unarmed. "You can take that new sword, Sep."
You have been to sleep." "Sleep?" I said, rousing myself. "Sleep?" "Yes; we've all been to sleep, and Here, Bob! Wake up! Wake up!" He shook Bob Chowne, who was so sound that it was with difficulty he could be made to sit up, and in that little interval I realised why it was that Bigley looked so scared.
"But did you get the deeds?" cried the doctor. "Specimen, Sep?" said my father. "Oh, that's it, is it? Well, it doesn't look worth all this trouble." "Duncan, what a man you are!" said Doctor Chowne pettishly. "I've said twice over, Did you get the deeds?" "I beg your pardon, Chowne. Yes, of course.
Bob Chowne did not speak, only crouched down in the bottom of the boat and watched us as we tugged hard at the oars, under the impression that we were rowing in. But we soon knew to the contrary. We were only boys, the boat was a heavy one and stood well out of the water, and as we pulled the wind had tremendous power over our oars.
"And you may congratulate yourself on being the owner of a valuable lead and silver mine." "Then you feel sure of that, Chowne?" said my father, who seemed quite overcome. "I am certain of it; but of course I can't say what is the quantity." "Silver?" "Probably. Lead, certain." "Then, Sep, my boy " cried my father excitedly, catching me by the shoulder. "Yes, father," I said.
This first capture was soon transferred to the basket, and the fact of one being taken so encouraged Bob that he set to with renewed energy, and the result was that we caught two more out of that pool, the biggest of all at least Bob Chowne said it was having to be left behind in the inaccessible crack where he had hidden himself.
He bore up famously for a few days, working hard, in spite of Doctor Chowne's orders, in trying to make his wounded work-people comfortable, and then when by the doctor's orders I was lying at home on a sofa in the same room as Bigley, my poor father broke down and took to his bed. "I'm not surprised," Doctor Chowne said to me shaking his head.
It was too rough for wheels, but filled with the heavy hoof-marks of donkeys, which were used largely for carrying wood, charcoal, and sea-coal to the mine; and as I stood up by the spot where years before Bob Chowne, Bigley, and I had blown up the big stone and set it rolling down into the valley, it was wonderful what a change had taken place.
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