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    Ch. 22: The Master of the Village - Page 2

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    neighbour--mean, sordid, greedy, tyrannous, even cruel, and he may
    be generally hated and despised as well, but along with these feelings
    there will be a kind of shamefaced respect and admiration for his
    courage in following his own line in defiance of what others think and
    feel. It is after all with man as with the social animals: he must have
    a master--not a policeman, or magistrate, or a vague, far-away,
    impersonal something called the authorities or the government; but a
    head of the pack or herd, a being like himself whom he knows and sees
    and hears and feels every day. A real man, dressed in old familiar
    clothes, a fellow-villager, who, wolf or dog-like, has fought his way to
    the mastership.

    There was a person of this kind at Winterbourne Bishop who was often
    mentioned in Caleb's reminiscences, for he had left a very strong
    impression on the shepherd's mind--as strong, perhaps, though in a
    disagreeable way, as that of Isaac his father, and of Mr. Ellerby of
    Doveton. For not only was he a man of great force of character, but he
    was of eccentric habits and of a somewhat grotesque appearance. The
    curious name of this person was Elijah Raven. He was a native of the
    village and lived till extreme old age in it, the last of his family, in
    a small house inherited from his father, situated about the centre of
    the village street. It was a quaint, old, timbered house, little bigger
    than a cottage, with a thatched roof, and behind it some outbuildings, a
    small orchard, and a field of a dozen or fifteen acres. Here he lived
    with one other person, an old man who did the cooking and housework, but
    after this man died he lived alone. Not only was he a bachelor, but he
    would never allow any woman to come inside his house. Elijah's one idea
    was to get the advantage of others--to make himself master in the
    village. Beginning poor, he worked in a small, cautious, peddling way at
    farming, taking a field or meadow or strip of down here and there in the
    neighbourhood, keeping a few sheep, a few cows, buying and selling and
    breeding horses. The men he employed were those he could get at low
    wages--poor labourers who were without a place and wanted to fill up a
    vacant time, or men like the Targetts described in a former chapter who

    could be imposed upon; also gipsies who flitted about the country,
    working in a spasmodic way when in the mood for the farmers who could
    tolerate them, and who were paid about half the wages of an ordinary
    labourer. If a poor man had to find money quickly, on account of illness
    or some other cause, he could get it from Elijah at once--not borrowed,
    since Elijah neither lent nor gave--but he could sell him anything he
    possessed--a horse or cow, or sheepdog, or a piece of furniture; and if
    he had
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