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"Not exactly that, sir," said Mrs Fidler, looking sadly troubled and perplexed; "but she said she was sure you would be doing something uncanny up there, and she hoped that no evil would descend upon the village in consequence, for she fully expected that we should be smitten for your sins." "Did she tell you this?" "No, sir; she said it to Mr Maxted." "Told the vicar?" "Yes, sir."
One of their most active agents, in occupying the Red River Valley, was the Englishman Peter Fidler, who was the surveyor of this district, the master of several forts, and a man who ended his eventful career by a will made providing that all of his funds should be kept at interest until 1962, when they should be divided, as his last chimerical plan should direct.
The Vicar called again one day, and hearing from Mrs Fidler that her master was over at the observatory, he came to the yard gate and thumped with his stick. "What's that?" said Uncle Richard, who was down upon his knees carefully adjusting a lens. "Tramp, I should think," said Tom, who was steadying the great tube of the telescope. "Then he must tramp," said Uncle Richard.
"Now then, how do you feel ready for one hour's more grinding at the speculum, or shall we leave it till to-morrow?" "I want to finish it, and see the moon," said Tom sturdily, as he rolled up his sleeves a little more tightly. "Let's get on, uncle, and finish it." "Or get an hour nearer," said Uncle Richard; and they went down and ground till Mrs Fidler summoned them to their meal.
Now, what do you say? for I must not preach any more." "Say, uncle!" cried Tom. "Let's begin at once!" "I beg pardon, sir," said a pleasant voice; "but would you mind having a bell made to ring right in here?" "No, Mrs Fidler," said Uncle Richard; "we will lay down iron pipes underground to make a speaking-tube, so that you can call when you want me. What is it lunch?"
Fidler? we are now within a hundred miles of the Rocky Mountains, and I find from my observation of the 3rd Inst that the latitude of this place is 47° 24' 12.8". the river must therefore turn much to the South, between this and the rocky Mountain to have permitted Mr.
Mrs Fidler sighed and left the room as the Vicar took the couch, Uncle Richard one easy-chair, and Tom the other, to lie back and listen to the murmur of voices out in the lane, where the village people were still discussing the startling affair.
Then quite a cloud gathered about them, and with his ears still singing, Tom felt himself lifted out, water was sprinkled over his face, and he began to see things more clearly; but every word spoken sounded small and distant, while the faces of David, Mrs Fidler, and the people who gathered about them in a scared way looked misty and strange. Then he heard the Vicar's voice.
"Lunch, sir!" said Mrs Fidler; "dear me, no; the dinner's waiting and getting cold." "Bother the old dinner!" thought Tom. "Come, my lad, we must eat," said Uncle Richard, with a smile. "We shall not finish the telescope to-day."
"She thinks I did it now," he said to himself; and when his uncle left the table and went into his study he had full proof, for Mrs Fidler seized the opportunity, and shaking her head at him again, said in a whisper "Oh, Master Tom, my dear, the truth may be blamed, but can never be shamed." "Well, I know that," cried the boy angrily. "Hush, my dear!
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