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Updated: May 13, 2025
He left our centre at first pretty well alone, and thrust along the river bank and to the wood of La Bruyere, where we linked up with the division on our right. Lefroy was in the first area, and Masterton in the second, and for three hours it was as desperate a business as I have ever faced ... The improvised switch went, and more and more of the forward zone disappeared.
The Reverend Stephen Masterton, the single erect, passionate figure of that confused medley of kneeling worshipers, had reached the culminating pitch of his irresistible exhortatory power. Sighs and groans were beginning to respond to his appeals, when the reverend brother was seen to lurch heavily forward and fall to the ground.
I will take it down, in case I have to write to you. Your address is " "Piazza Covent Garden." Mr Masterton took my name and address, I took the papers, and then we both took leave of one another, with many expressions of pleasure and good-will. I returned to the hotel, where I found Timothy waiting for me, with impatience. "Japhet," said he, "Lord Windermear has not yet left town.
Mr Masterton was then introduced: Lord Windermear shook hands with him, and after a short conversation took his leave. "Japhet," said Mr Masterton aside, "I have a little business with your father; get out of the room any way you think best."
We had such a joyous meeting, that Mr Masterton and I agreed, each in our own way, that we should celebrate the business. That is to say, Burns undertook to compose a song descriptive of the merry encounter, while Mr Masterton, who was an amateur musician, should compose an appropriate air. So far there seems to be little obscurity about the matter.
My father supposed that I had been looking out for a house for him, and was satisfied. Fortunately they were job horses; had they been his own I should have been in a severe scrape. Horses are the only part of an establishment for which the gentlemen have any consideration, and on which ladies have no mercy. I had promised the next day to dine with Mr Masterton.
Indeed, between the volleys, Masterton could see that the road was perfectly bare and wind-swept, and except slight drifts and banks beside outlying bushes and shrubs, which even then were again blown away before his eyes, the level landscape was unclothed and unchanged.
Still uncertain what to do, he mechanically passed before the long shed which served as temporary stalls for the steaming wagon horses. At the further end, to his surprise, was a tethered mustang ready saddled and bridled the opportune horse left for the fugitive, according to the lounger's story. Masterton cast a quick glance around the stable; it was deserted by all save the feeding animals.
The rough sheepskin jackets which these men wore over their characteristic blue blouses and their heavy leggings were a new revelation to Masterton, accustomed to the thinly clad coolie of the mines. They seemed a distinct race. "I never knew those chaps get so high up, but they seem to understand the cold," he remarked.
"I have been too precipitate," said Mr Masterton going to her assistance; "but joy does not kill. Ring for some water, Japhet."
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