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Updated: May 24, 2025
One Saturday evening, when the dusk was just beginning to smoothe the break of billow and to blunt the edge of rock, young Dan Tugwell swung his axe upon his shoulder, with the flag basket hanging from it in which his food had been, and in a rather crusty state of mind set forth upon his long walk home to Springhaven.
I have been quite sorry for you on Sundays, to see you in the gallery, without a bit of rest, still obliged to give the time with your elbow. I have often been astonished that your mother could allow it. Why, Dan, if you go away, you will break her heart, and I don't know how many more in Springhaven." "No, miss, no. They very soon mends them.
Prater said, when his wife pretended to make nothing of it, for no other purpose than to aggravate him, because she thought that he was making too much money, in proportion to what he was giving her "now we shall see what Springhaven can do for the good of the Country and the glory of herself.
But the Admiral laughed, and said, "Pooh, pooh!" for he had faith in the maids of Springhaven. For these there was a fine time now in store young men up and down everywhere, people running in and out with some new news, before they could get their hats on, the kettle to boil half a dozen times a day, and almost as much to see as they could talk of.
Whatever you do is for the good of Springhaven, which belonged to my family for centuries before those new-fangled Darlings came. And, Cheeseman, you may trust to the honour of the Carnes not to grind down a poor man who has his way to make. Them were his words, sir; how well I recollect them!" "Too well almost," replied the young man, coldly, "considering how scanty was your memory just now.
"Whether he be wrong or right and I won't say but what I might have done it better none but a fool like you would dare to set his squeak up against Admirable Lord Nelson." "I am not a man of the world, but a man of the Word," said Parson Twemlow, the Rector of Springhaven; "and I shall not feel that I have done my duty unless I stir him up to-morrow.
Coggs, of Pebbleridge, the only wheelwright within ten miles of Springhaven, had taken a Government contract to supply within a certain time five hundred spoke-wheels for ammunition tumbrils, and as many block-wheels for small artillery; and to hack out these latter for better men to finish was the daily task of Dan Tugwell.
Meedle or Beedle he had set his heart on getting it. He declared by the good God that he would have it, and that you had got it under a tombstone." "A sample of their persecutions! You know that I have never seen it, nor even heard of the Captain Middleton who went on his rovings from Springhaven.
He appeared to be well on the right side of forty; and every young lady on the wrong side of thirty possessing a pony, or even a donkey, with legs enough to come down the hill, immediately began to take a rose-coloured view of the many beauties of Springhaven. If Mr. Shargeloes had any ambition for title, it lay rather in a military direction.
Long after the time of those who write and those who read this history, the name of Zebedee Tugwell will be flourishing at Springhaven. To achieve unmerited honor is the special gift of thousands, but to deserve and win befalls some few in every century, and one of these few was Zebedee.
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