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When Polpier folk had occasion to talk of soldiers and soldiering a far-away theme to which the mind seldom wandered their eyes would become pensive and their voices take an accent of pity tinged with gentle contempt. 'There were such men.
But no: the London post-mark bore date "Aug. 1." The letter had been received and delivered at Polpier on the 2nd, and had been lying in the bank letter-box for two whole days. He broke the seal in some trepidation: for he had spent the last sixty hours or so of national emergency on a visit with Mrs Pamphlett to her brother-in-law, a well-to-do farmer, who dwelt some twelve miles inland.
Or peradventure is it a Circus? . . . Sold again! 'Tis a Recruitin' Meetin', an' for Saturday." Having slapped on the paste, he unfolded a bill and eyed it critically. "'YOUR KING AND COUNTRY WANT YOU. That's pretty good for Polpier, eh? Flatterin', one might almost say." His cheerfulness held the group with their passions arrested.
At Troy and at St Martin's they will tell you that every Polpier man carries about his home-address on his person, and will rudely indicate where. Mrs Penhaligon put it one day in more delicate proverbial form. While Nicky-Nan who, as we have said, had a fondness for children stood and eyed the weather with approval, Mrs Penhaligon came bustling out, with her bonnet on.
First of all, then, the Doctor hied him to Boatbuilder Jago's: and it was lucky he did so, for the child had developed measles a notifiable complaint. "Any other cases about?" he asked. Mrs Jago did not know of another child sick or sorry in the whole of Polpier. "Which," she went on to argue in an aggrieved tone, "it therefore passes my understandin' why our Josey should be took, poor mite!
"Yes as I was saying, or about to say it's a pity that, in a small town like Polpier, two ministers of religion cannot between them keep a general shop to suit all tastes, like Mrs Pengelly." Mr Hambly's voice dropped as he wound up. "Ah, if like Mrs Pengelly we kept bull's-eyes for the children!"
Mr Pamphlett had nothing of the sort. In ordinary circumstances, knowing Nicky-Nan to be an honest man, he would have treated him easily. But he wanted to "develope" Polpier to his own advantage: and his scheme of development centred on the old house by the bridge. He desired to pull it down and transfer the Bank to that eligible site.
"Folks don't happen on buried treasure in Polpier; and you can't have a legacy without its getting into the papers." Mr Latter had no sooner departed than she put on her bonnet and paid a call on her friend Miss Charity Oliver. "If Mr Pamphlett were only a magistrate " said Mrs Polsue, after telling her story.
I let slip in my haste that I don't reckon the thing malignant; and I don't as yet. But it easily may be; and anyhow you're going to have trouble with it." "I've had trouble enough with it already. But, mortal or not, I ben't goin' to stir out o' Polpier nor out o' this house. . . . Doctor, don't you ask it!" he wound up, as with a cry extorted by pain. "Why, man, what are you afraid of?
From this 'History of Polpier' I must quote being unable to better it his description of the little town. "If the map of the coast of Cornwall be examined, on the south-east, between the estuaries of the two rivers that divide the Hundred of West from the Hundred of East and the Hundred of Powder, will be noticed an indentation of the littoral line, in which cleft lies the little town of Polpier.
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