Chapter 47 - Page 2

a€˜who are these? Eh? art a beggar, woman?a€™

The widow answered with a curtsey, that they were poor travellers.

a€˜Vagrants,a€™ said the gentleman, a€˜vagrants and vagabonds. Thee wish to be made acquainted with the cage, dost theea€"the cage, the stocks, and the whipping-post? Where dost come from?a€™

She told him in a timid manner,a€"for he was very loud, hoarse, and red-faced,a€"and besought him not to be angry, for they meant no harm, and would go upon their way that moment.

a€˜Dona€™t he too sure of that,a€™ replied the gentleman, a€˜we dona€™t allow vagrants to roam about this place. I know what thou wanta€™sta€"- stray linen drying on hedges, and stray poultry, eh? What hast got in that basket, lazy hound?a€™

a€˜Grip, Grip, Gripa€"Grip the clever, Grip the wicked, Grip the knowinga€"Grip, Grip, Grip,a€™ cried the raven, whom Barnaby had shut up on the approach of this stern personage. a€˜Ia€™m a devil Ia€™m a devil Ia€™m a devil, Never say die Hurrah Bow wow wow, Polly put the kettle on wea€™ll all have tea.a€™

a€˜Take the vermin out, scoundrel,a€™ said the gentleman, a€˜and let me see him.a€™

Barnaby, thus condescendingly addressed, produced his bird, but not without much fear and trembling, and set him down upon the ground; which he had no sooner done than Grip drew fifty corks at least, and then began to dance; at the same time eyeing the gentleman with surprising insolence of manner, and screwing his head so much on one side that he appeared desirous of screwing it off upon the spot.

The cork-drawing seemed to make a greater impression on the gentlemana€™s mind, than the ravena€™s power of speech, and was indeed particularly adapted to his habits and capacity. He desired to have that done again, but despite his being very peremptory, and notwithstanding that Barnaby coaxed to the utmost, Grip turned a deaf ear to the request, and preserved a dead silence.

a€˜Bring him along,a€™ said the gentleman, pointing to the house. But Grip, who had watched the action, anticipated his master, by hopping on before them;a€"constantly flapping his wings, and screaming a€˜cook!a€™ meanwhile, as a hint perhaps that there was company coming, and a small collation would be acceptable.

Barnaby and his mother walked on, on either side of the gentleman on horseback, who surveyed each of them from time to time in a proud and coarse manner, and occasionally thundered out some question, the tone of which alarmed Barnaby so much that he could find no answer, and, as a matter of