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The prosperity attendant on the labours of Snarley Bob had already begun: the house was roomy and well furnished; there was a parlour and a drawing-room; but Perryman, when the day's work was done, preferred the kitchen. And so did I.
At the present moment there is no more prosperous corner in agricultural England, and the basis of that prosperity is the life-work of Snarley Bob. The fame of that work is now world-wide, though the author of it is unknown. The Perryman rams have been exported into almost every sheep-raising country on the globe.
Then after dinner with Captain Perryman down to Redriffe, and so walked to Deptford, where I sent for Mr. Shish out of the Church to advise about my vessel, "The Maybolt," and I do resolve to sell, presently, for any thing rather than keep her longer, having already lost L100 in her value, which I was once offered and refused, and the ship left without any body to look to her, which vexes me.
Perryman, was that your trap that drove by about half-past seven last night? 'Yes, I says; and I might have known from that minute she was going to do a down on me. "However, I'd made up my mind how I was goin' to get that money back, and I wasn't goin' to change for nobody. You must understand there's a weekly offertory in our church.
And I reckon you're pretty cold already you look it. Come down the hill wi' me, and I'll get my missis to make yer a cup o' hot tea." Farmer Perryman was rich, and it was Snarley Bob who had made him so. Now Snarley was a cunning breeder of sheep. For three-and-forty years he had applied his intuitions and his patience to the task of producing rams and ewes such as the world had never seen.
Young farmers with capital were confident that they were going to make money as soon as they began to breed from the Perryman strain. To have purchased a Perryman ram was to have invested your money in a gilt-edged, but rising, stock. The early "eighties" were times of severe depression in those parts; capital was scarce, farmers were discouraged, and the flocks deteriorated.
Thence Perryman and I back again, talking of the great miscarriages in the Navy, and among the principal that of having gentlemen commanders. I shall hereafter make use of his and others' help to reckon up and put down in writing what is fit to be mended in the Navy after all our sad experience therein. So home, and there sat with my wife all the evening, and Mr.
Commissary Sergeant J.N. Martin, Newberry. Chaplain Rev. Mayfield. SEVENTH SOUTH CAROLINA REGIMENT. Colonel, Thomas G. Bacon. The following companies were from Abbeville: Company A, Captain W.W. Perryman. Company B, Captain G.M. Mattison. Company C, Captain P.H. Bradley. Company D, Captain S.J. Hester. The following companies were from Edgefield: Company E, Captain D. Dendy.
When all had eaten their fill, songs were called for, and "Master" Perryman, of course, led off with "The Farmer's Boy." Others followed. I was struck by the fact that nearly all the songs were of an extremely melancholy nature the chief objects celebrated by the Muse being withered flowers, little coffins, the corpses of sweethearts, last farewells, and hopeless partings on the lonely shore.
Standing over me with fierce gesticulations, Mr. Perryman poured out a fury of words, only fragments of which I can now recall. "Perfect saint!" he shouted. "Do you know who it is you're talking about? No, you don't, or you'd never have said such a word! Look here, mister, let me tell yer this: you're on the wrong side of your 'osses this time!
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