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Updated: June 6, 2025
A fine autumn enabled Coomber to go out in his boat until the time for shooting wild fowl began, and the children could play on the sands, or gather samphire, instead of being penned up in the house half the time.
Never before had Coomber looked forward with such dread to the winter.
Make haste and put your clothes on, and come and have your breakfast," said Mrs. Coomber. "Where's Dick?" asked Tiny. "He's helping daddy and Bob with the net; and you can go, too, when you've had your breakfast. Daddy wouldn't let the boys come and wake you 'cos you was so tired last night." "What are they doing to the net?" asked Tiny, as she came to the table. "Mending it, of course.
A few months before Coomber would have raved and blustered, and sworn it was all Bob's fault, but since that tea-meeting at Fellness he had been a changed man old things had passed away, and all things had become new; and none felt this more than Bob.
They picked her up from where she had fallen, or rather had been thrown, and her face was covered with blood; but she uttered no groan gave no sign of life. "Oh, she's dead! she's dead!" wailed Dick, bending over her as she lay in his mother's arms. The terrible sight had completely sobered Coomber. "Did I do it? Did I do that?" he asked, in a changed voice.
Coomber gathered her in her arms, and kissed the little white lips, and pressed her to her bosom, as only a tender mother can, while the boys stood round in wondering silence, and Coomber dashed a tear from his eye as he thought of the little daughter lying in Fellness churchyard.
"Yes," said the old man, promptly, taking out his pocket-book as he spoke. "Here they are; I took care to bring 'em with me;" and he brought out three photographs. Coomber seized one instantly. "It is him! It is my Jack!" he gasped. "Oh, sir, tell me more about him."
So Coomber never thought of curtailing his daily allowance of grog to meet the additional expense of his household: he rather increased the allowance, that he might be able to work the boat better, as he fancied, and so catch more fish.
"I never thought I could ha' been such a brute as to hurt a little 'un like that," he said, drawing his sleeve across his eyes, and speaking in a whisper to his wife. "It was the whisky," said his wife, by way of comforting him. But Coomber would not accept even this poor comfort. "I was a fool to take so much," he said.
These were his closing words, and Coomber, who had listened with eager, rapt attention, stayed only for the people to move towards the door, and then followed the speaker into the little vestry. "Beg pardon, sir," he said, pausing at the door, "but 'tain't often as I gets the chance of hearing such words as I've heard from you to-night, and so I hopes you'll forgive me if I asks for a bit more.
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