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They stopped work and smiled at him, and the girls dried their hands and shook hands with him all with an absolute absence of embarrassment that, to one familiar with the awkward shyness of country people, would have told almost the whole story of Scarborough's character. "I'll get you some breakfast in the dining-room," said Mrs. Gabbard.
Gabbard, his farmer's wife, standing at the back door, in calico skirt and big shawl. When she saw who it was, her irritated voice changed to welcome. "Why, howdy, Mr. Scarborough! I thought it was old John Lovel among the chickens or at the granary. I might 'a' knowed he wouldn't come in the full of the moon and no clouds." "Go straight back to bed, Mrs.
"My old woman," said Gabbard, "says that two set-down meals a day in harvest time's as many as she'll stand for. So we have dinner out here in good weather, and to the barn when it rains." The talk was of weather prospects, of probable tonnage to the acre, of the outlook for the corn, of the health and family expectations of the mares and the cows and the pigs.
An hour after supper Scarborough could no longer hold his eyes open. "Wake me with the others," he said to Mrs. Gabbard, who was making up the "salt-rising" yeast for the morrow's baking. "I'll have breakfast when they do." "I reckon you've earned it," said Mrs. Gabbard. "Eph says you laid it over 'em all to-day." "Well, I guess I at least earned my supper," replied Scarborough.
Gabbard and her daughters, Sally and Bertha, were washing the breakfast dishes Gabbard and his two sons and the three "hands" had just started for the meadows with the hay wagons. "Good morning," said Scarborough, looking in on the three women.
The four flashes of the Outer Gabbard winked him good-bye away on the starboard, and at eleven o'clock the next night far out in the North Sea he saw the little city of lights swinging on the Dogger. The Willing Mind's boat came aboard the next morning and Captain Weeks with it, who smiled grimly while Duncan explained how he had learnt that the smack was shorthanded.
The English quickly took the sea to hunt him down. As Blake was still incapacitated by his wound, the command was given to Monk. The latter, with a fleet of over a hundred ships, brought Tromp to action on June 2 in what is known as the "Battle of the Gabbard" after a shoal near the mouth of the Thames, where the action began.
They washed their hands and sunburnt arms and soused their heads in cold water from the well, and sat, Scarborough at one end, Gabbard at the other, the strapping sons and the "hands" down either side. The whole meal was before them huge platters of fried chicken, great dishes full of beans and corn and potatoes; plates piled high with hot corn bread, other plates of "salt-rising"; Mrs.
He had not long to wait and he did not linger over what was served. "You've et in a manner nothing," complained Mrs. Gabbard. "I haven't earned an appetite yet," he replied. "Just wait till this evening." As soon as he was out of view he gave a great shout and started to run.
The latter, for their part, were equally determined not to lose the fruits of their hard won victories. Since Blake's active share in the battle of the Gabbard aggravated his wound so severely that he was carried ashore more nearly dead than alive, Monk retained actual command.
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