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Updated: May 24, 2025
Rats are not selfish animals: having found out where the feast is stored, they will kindly communicate the intelligence to their friends and neighbors. The following anecdote will confirm this fact. A certain worthy old lady named Mrs. Oke, who resided at Axminster several years ago, made a cask of sweet wine, for which she was celebrated, and carefully placed it on a shelf in the cellar.
Oke seemed to become at all aware of my presence as distinguished from that of the chairs and tables, the dogs that lay in the porch, or the clergyman or lawyer or stray neighbour who was occasionally asked to dinner, was one day I might have been there a week when I chanced to remark to her upon the very singular resemblance that existed between herself and the portrait of a lady that hung in the hall with the ceiling like a ship's hull.
"They used to tell it us when we were children," said my host, in a hoarse voice, "and to frighten my cousin I mean my wife and me with stories about Lovelock. It is merely a tradition, which I hope may die out, as I sincerely pray to heaven that it may be false." "Alice Mrs. Oke you see," he went on after some time, "doesn't feel about it as I do. Perhaps I am morbid.
We can only give the sense as he would probably have given it in his own tongue. "Okematan's friends can always find him," answered the Indian with a grave but pleased look. "So it seems. But I say, Oke, I want to ask a favour of you. Dan Davidson tells me you want me to go a-hunting with you. Well, I'm your man if you'll let me take Little Bill with me. Will you?"
Perhaps she does not know all the risk she is running, you know, but she will not draw back she will not avow it to her husband" "My dear Oke," I interrupted, attempting to take the matter lightly, "these are questions that can't be solved in the abstract, or by people to whom the thing has not happened. And it certainly has not happened to you or me." Oke took no notice of my interruption.
"An' what do he say?" inquired Calvin Oke, drawing a short pipe from his lips. "In round numbers, he says nothing, but takes on." "A wisht state!" "Ay, 'tis wisht. Will 'ee be so good as to frisk up the beverage, Prudy, my dear?" Prudy took up a second large mug that stood warming on the hearthstone, and began to pour the eggy-hot from one vessel to the other until a creamy froth covered the top.
I should judge the distance at about two miles an extreme limit. Take my glass and you'll note a line of earthworks thrown up on this side of the stone. That is intended to represent a redoubt and we're going to shell it and slay the dummy men posted inside." "I can see without the glass. The rock is called Oke Tor, and I'm going to meet a man there this afternoon."
Oke slowly, playing mechanically with a fork, and picking out the pattern of the tablecloth. "That is just the extraordinary circumstance, that, so far as any one knows, nothing ever did happen there; and yet that room has an evil reputation. No member of our family, they say, can bear to sit there alone for more than a minute. You see, William evidently cannot."
"Damn it, old fellow, this is a queer world we live in!" and rang for more brandy and soda, which he was beginning, I noticed, to take pretty freely now, although he had been almost a blue-ribbon man as much so as is possible for a hospitable country gentleman when I first arrived. It became clear to me now that, incredible as it might seem, the thing that ailed William Oke was jealousy.
Oke was with every one a diffident and reserved man, and most of all so with his wife; besides, I can fancy that he would experience a positive impossibility of putting into words any strong feeling of disapprobation towards her, that his disgust would necessarily be silent.
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