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Master Salter's swine suffered neglect at the hands of several successors to the office Abel had held, and Master Salter whilst alluding to these in indignant terms as "young varments," "gallus- birds," and so forth was pleased to express his regret that the gentle and trustworthy Abel had given up pig-minding for nursing. The pigs' loss was the baby's gain.
He refused to have it curtailed, or in any way adapted to his figure, and in it, with a switch of his own cutting, he presented himself at Master Salter's farm in good time the following morning. It could not be said that Jan's predecessor had exaggerated the perversity of the pigs he drove.
'Hands off me, said Heriot; 'I can help myself. The youngster 'll help me, and we'll go round to the front door. I hope, sir, you will behave like a gentleman; make no row here, Mr. Boddy, if you've any respect for people inside. We were upset by Mr. Salter's carriage; it's damaged my leg, I believe.
But that's not a miller's coat ye've on," said the old man, with a twinkle in his eye. Jan looked seriously at it, and then explained. "I be Master Salter's pig-minder just now, but I've got a miller's thumb, I have." "That's well, Master Pig-minder; and now would ye tell an old man what ye screamed out for. Did I scare ye?"
The voice of Agnes was heard in hasty and anxious imploration: "For pity's sake, say no more. Be silent. Am I not bowed and wretched enough?" She came hastily to the fissure of the door and looked in, because Duff Salter just then sneezed tremendously: "Jericho-o-o-o! Jer-ry-cho-o-o!" Podge Byerly reappeared with a pack of cards and shuffled them before Duff Salter's face.
Outside, the dog-kennels had been newly thatched with tohi grass, the garden weeded and freshly dug, the chopping-block and camp-oven as clean as scrubbing could make them. It was too late in the year for fruit, but Salter's currant, raspberry, and gooseberry bushes gave us a good idea of how well he must have fared in the summer.
We had lost the sound of the carriage. Heriot fell to musing. He remarked that the accident took away from Mr. Salter the responsibility of delivering him at Surrey House, but that he, Heriot, was bound, for Mr. Salter's sake, to conduct me to the doors; an unintelligible refinement of reasoning, to my wits. We reached our town between two and three in the morning.
Another matter of concern was on Mr. Duff Salter's mind his serving-man. Such an unequal servant he had never seen at times full of intelligence and snap, again as dumb as the bog-trotters of Ireland. "What was the matter with you yesterday?" asked the deaf man of Mike one day. "Me head, yer honor!" "What ails your head?" "Vare-tigo!" "How came that?" "Falling out of a ship!"
We drove home back to prison, we called it full of good things, talking of Salter's father's cellar of wine and of my majority Burgundy, which I said, believing it was true, amounted to twelve hundred dozen; and an appointment was made for us to meet at Dipwell Farm, to assist in consuming it, in my honour and my father's.
Oldfield cooled their ardor with sound objections. He was familiar with the Statutes de Lunatico, and said they had been strictly observed both in the capture of Sir Charles and in Mr. Salter's refusal to let the wife see the husband. In short, he appeared either unable or unwilling to see anything except the strong legal position of the adverse party. Mr.
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