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Updated: June 12, 2025
The high road to Marlborough, that climbs the hills for three fatiguing miles, passes through the small village of Oare, where there is a modern red-brick church. Not far away to the west are the hamlets of West and East Towel, lost in the lonely by ways beneath the hills. Above them in a fold of the Downs is Huish, dropped down amidst memorials of a long vanished past.
"Don't ast me what I think of him!" he said. "There's a day comin', I pray Gawd, when I can tell it him myself." "Huish means the same as what I do," said Davis. "When that man came stepping around, and saying, 'Look here, I'm Attwater' and you knew it was so, by God! I sized him right straight up.
"Let him free now," he said. "We've had all we want this morning." "Let him have it, then," said the captain. "It's his last." By this time the wire was open, the string was cut, the head of gilded paper was torn away; and Huish waited, mug in hand, expecting the usual explosion. It did not follow. He eased the cork with his thumb; still there was no result. At last he took the screw and drew it.
"So I have too," replied the captain; "and I've never told my own since the day I tore the title-page out of my Bowditch and flung the damned thing into the sea. But I'll tell it to you, boys. John Davis is my name. I'm Davis of the Sea Ranger." "Dooce you are!" said Huish. "And what was she? a pirate or a slyver?"
While Huish was thus airing and exercising his bravado, the man at his side was actually engaged in prayer. Prayer, what for? God knows. But out of his inconsistent, illogical, and agitated spirit, a stream of supplication was poured forth, inarticulate as himself, earnest as death and judgment. 'Thou Gawd seest me! continued Huish. 'I remember I had that written in my Bible.
"Don't!" said Davis. "Don't talk of it!" "Well, you are a juggins!" exclaimed Huish. "What did you want? You wanted to kill him, and tried to last night. You wanted to kill the 'ole lot of them, and tried to, and 'ere I show you 'ow; and because there's some medicine in a bottle you kick up this fuss!" "I suppose that's so," said Davis. "It don't seem someways reasonable, only there it is."
Herrick gave her a spoke or two in silence; his eye, as it skirted from the needle to the luff of the foresail, passed the man by without speculation. But Huish was really dull, a thing he could support with difficulty, having no resources of his own. The idea of a private talk with Herrick, at this stage of their relations, held out particular inducements to a person of his character.
'Gone, said the captain. 'Ashore? cried Huish. 'Oh, I say! I'd 'a gone too. 'Would you? said the captain. 'Yes, I would, replied Huish. 'I like Attwater. 'E's all right; we got on like one o'clock when you were gone. And ain't his sherry in it, rather? It's like Spiers and Ponds' Amontillado! I wish I 'ad a drain of it now. He sighed.
'Oh, you may do sentry-go till you're blue in the mug, you won't find anythink else, said Huish. There was a little silence; the captain, like a man launched on a swing, flying dizzily among extremes of conjecture and refusal. 'But see, he said, suddenly pausing. 'Can you? Can the thing be done? It it can't be easy.
How he would regret it, if he knew you had been here! said Attwater. ''E's on the Trinity 'All, ain't he? asked Huish. 'And if you could tell me where the Trinity 'All was, you would confer a favour, Mr Whish! was the reply. 'I suppose she has a native crew? said Davis. 'Since the secret has been kept ten years, one would suppose she had, replied Attwater. 'Well, now, see 'ere! said Huish.
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