Japhet, In Search Of A Father Part 1, Frederick Marryat [best non fiction books of all time .txt] 📗

They Employed Me To Pump

All The Water For The Use Of The Workhouse. I Worked At My _Papa_,  As I

Called The Pump,  All Day Long. Few Sons Worked Their Father More,  Or

Disliked Him So Much: And Now,  Japhet,  You See,  From Habit,  I'M Pumping

You."

 

"You'Ll Soon Pump Dry,  Then,  For I'Ve Very Little To Tell You," Replied

I; "But,  Tell Me,  What Sort Of A Person Is Our Master?"

 

"He'S Just What You See Him,  Never Alters,  Hardly Ever Out Of Humour,

And When He Is,  He Is Just As Odd As Ever. He Very Often Threatens Me,

But I Have Never Had A Blow Yet,  Although Mr Brookes Has Complained Once

Or Twice."

 

"But Surely Mr Brookes Is Not Cross?"

 

"No,  He Is A Very Good Gentleman; But Sometimes I Carry On My Rigs A

Little Too Far,  I Must Say That. For As Mr Brookes Says,  People May Die

For Want Of The Medicines,  Because I Put Down My Basket To Play. It'S

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Very True; But I Can'T Give Up 'Peg In The Ring' On That Account. But

Then I Only Get A Box Of The Ear From Mr Brookes,  And That Goes For

Nothing. Mr Cophagus Shakes His Stick,  And Says,  'Bad Boy--Big

Stick--_Um_--Won'T Forget--Next Time--And So On,'" Continued Timothy,

Laughing; "And It Is _So On_,  To The End Of The Chapter."

 

By This Time Mr Cophagus And His Assistant Had Finished Their Dinner,

And Came Into The Shop. The Former Looked At Me,  Put His Stick To His

Nose,  "Little Boys--Always Hungry--Um--Like Good Dinner--Roast

Beef--Yorkshire Pudding--And So On," And He Pointed With The Stick To

The Back Parlour. Timothy And I Understood Him Very Well This Time: We

Went Into The Parlour,  When The Housekeeper Sat Down With Us And Helped

Us. She Was A Terribly Cross,  Little Old Woman,  But As Honest As She Was

Cross,  Which Is All That I Shall Say In Her Favour. Timothy Was No

Favourite,  Because He Had Such A Good Appetite; And It Appeared That I

Was Not Very Likely To Stand Well In Her Good Opinion,  For I Also Ate A

Great Deal,  And Every Extra Mouthful I Took I Sank In Her Estimation,

Till I Was Nearly At The Zero,  Where Timothy Had Long Been For The Same

Offence; But Mr Cophagus Would Not Allow Her To Stint Him,  Saying,

"Little Boys Must Eat--Or Won'T Grow--And So On."

 

I Soon Found Out That We Were Not Only Well Fed,  But In every Other

Point Well Treated,  And I Was Very Comfortable And Happy. Mr Brookes

Instructed Me In The Art Of Labelling And Tying Up,  And In a Very Short

Time I Was Very Expert; And As Timothy Predicted,  The Rudiments Were

Once More Handed Over To Him. Mr Cophagus Supplied Me With Good Clothes,

But Never Gave Me Any Pocket-Money,  And Timothy And I Often Lamented

That We Had Not Even A Halfpenny To Spend.

 

Before I Had Been Many Months In The Shop Mr Brookes Was Able To Leave

When Any Exigence Required His Immediate Attendance. I Made Up The

Pills,  But He Weighed Out The Quantities In The Prescriptions; If,

Therefore,  Any One Came In For Medicines,  I Desired Them To Wait The

Return Of Mr Brookes,  Who Would Be In Very Soon. One Day,  When Mr

Brookes Was Out,  And I Was Sitting Behind The Counter,  Timothy Sitting

On It,  And Swinging His Legs To And Fro,  Both Lamenting That We Had No

Pocket-Money,  Timothy Said,  "Japhet,  I'Ve Been Puzzling My Brains How We

Can Get Some Money,  And I'Ve Hit It At Last; Let You And I Turn Doctors;

We Won'T Send All The People Away Who Come When Mr Brookes Is Out,  But

We'Ll Physic Them Ourselves."

 

I Jumped At The Idea,  And He Had Hardly Proposed It,  When An Old Woman

Came In,  And Addressing Timothy,  Said,  "That She Wanted Something For

Her Poor Grandchild'S Sore Throat."

 

"I Don'T Mix Up The Medicines,  Ma'Am," Replied Timothy; "You Must Apply

To That Gentleman,  Mr Newland,  Who Is Behind The Counter--He Understands

What Is Good For Every Body'S Complaints."

 

"Bless His Handsome Face--And So Young Too! Why,  Be You A Doctor,  Sir?"

 

"I Should Hope So," Replied I; "What Is It You Require--A Lotion,  Or An

Embrocation?"

 

"I Don'T Understand Those Hard Words,  But I Want Some Doctor'S Stuff."

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"Very Well,  My Good Woman; I Know What Is Proper," Replied I,  Assuming

An Important Air. "Here,  Timothy,  Wash Out This Vial Very Clean."

 

"Yes,  Sir," Replied Timothy,  Very Respectfully.

 

I Took One Of The Measures,  And Putting In a Little Green,  A Little

Blue,  And A Little White Liquid From The Medicine Bottles Generally Used

By Mr Brookes,  Filled It Up With Water,  Poured The Mixture Into The

Vial,  Corked,  And Labelled It,  _Haustus Statim Sumendus_,  And Handed It

Over The Counter To The Old Woman.

 

"Is The Poor Child To Take It,  Or Is It To Rub Outside?" Inquired The

Old Woman.

 

"The Directions Are On The Label;--But You Don'T Read Latin?"

 

"Deary Me,  No! Latin! And Do You Understand Latin? What A Nice Clever

Boy!"

 

"I Should Not Be A Good Doctor If I Did Not," Replied I. On Second

Thoughts,  I Considered It Advisable And Safer,  That The Application

Should Be _External_,  So I Translated The Label To Her--_Haustus_,  Rub

It In--_Statim_,  On The Throat--_Sumendus_,  With The Palm Of The Hand.

 

"Deary Me! And Does It Mean All That? How Much Have I To Pay,  Sir?"

 

"Embrocation Is A Very Dear Medicine,  My Good Woman; It Ought To Be

Eighteen-Pence,  But As You Are A Poor Woman,  I Shall Only Charge You

Nine-Pence."

 

"I'M Sure I Thank You Kindly," Replied The Old Woman,  Putting Down The

Money,  And Wishing Me A Good Morning As She Left The Shop.

 

"Bravo!" Cried Timothy,  Rubbing His Hands; "It'S Halves,  Japhet,  Is It

Not?"

 

"Yes," I Replied; "But First We Must Be Honest,  And Not Cheat Mr

Cophagus; The Vial Is Sold,  You Know,  For One Penny,  And I Suppose The

Stuff I Have Taken Is Not Worth A Penny More. Now,  If We Put Aside

Two-Pence For Mr Cophagus,  We Don'T Cheat Him,  Or Steal His Property;

The Other Seven-Pence Is Of Course Our Own--Being The _Profits Of The

Profession_."

 

"But How Shall We Account For Receiving The Two-Pence?" Said Timothy.

 

"Selling Two Vials Instead Of One: They Are Never Reckoned,  You Know."

 

"That Will Do Capitally," Cried Timothy; "And Now For Halves." But This

Could Not Be Managed Until Timothy Had Run Out And Changed The Sixpence;

We Then Each Had Our Three-Pence Halfpenny,  And For Once In Our Lives

Could Say That We Had Money In Our Pockets.

 

 

 

 

 

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     I Perform A Wonderful Cure Upon St John Long'S Principle,  Having

     Little Or No Principle Of My Own--I Begin To Puzzle My Head With A

     Problem; Of All Others Most Difficult To Solve.

 

 

 

 

The Success Of Our First Attempt Encouraged Us To Proceed; But Afraid

That I Might Do Some Mischief,  I Asked Of Mr Brookes The Nature And

Qualities Of The Various Medicines,  As He Was Mixing The Prescriptions,

That I Might Avoid Taking Any Of Those Which Were Poisonous. Mr Brookes,

Pleased With My Continual Inquiries,  Gave Me All The Information I Could

Desire,  And Thus I Gained,  Not Only A Great Deal Of Information,  But

Also A Great Deal Of Credit With Mr Cophagus,  To Whom Mr Brookes Had

Made Known My Diligence And Thirst For Knowledge.

 

"Good--Very Good," Said Mr Cophagus; "Fine Boy--Learns His

Business--M.D. One Of These Days--Ride In His Coach--Um,  And So On."

Nevertheless,  At My Second Attempt,  I Made An Awkward Mistake,  Which

Very Nearly Led To Detection. An Irish Labourer,  More Than Half Tipsy,

Came In One Evening,  And Asked Whether We Had Such A Thing As Was Called

"_A Poor Man'S Plaister_. By The Powers,  It Will Be A Poor Man'S

Plaister When It Belongs To Me; But They Tell Me That It Is A Sure And

Sartain Cure For The Thumbago,  As They Call It,  Which I'Ve At The Small

Of My Back,  And Which Is A Hinder To My Mounting Up The Ladder; So As

It'S Saturday Night,  And I'Ve Just Got The Money,  I'Ll Buy The Plaister

First,  And Then Try What A Little Whiskey Inside Will Do,  The Devil'S In

It If It Won'T Be Driven Out Of Me Between The Two."

 

We Had Not That Plaister In The Shop,  But We Had Blister Plaister,  And

Timothy,  Handing One To Me,  I Proffered It To Him. "And What May You Be

After Asking For This Same?" Inquired He.

 

The Blister Plaisters Were Sold At A Shilling Each,  When Spread On

Paper,  So I Asked Him Eighteen-Pence,  That We Might Pocket The Extra

Sixpence.

 

"By The Powers,  One Would Think That You Had Made A Mistake,  And Handed

Me The Rich Man'S Plaister,  Instead Of The Poor One'S. It'S Less Whiskey

I'Ll Have To Drink,  Anyhow; But Here'S The Money,  And The Top Of The

Morning To Ye,  Seeing As How It'S Jist Getting Late."

 

Timothy And I Laughed As We Divided The Sixpence. It Appeared That After

Taking His Allowance Of Whiskey,  The Poor Fellow Fixed The Plaister On

His Back When He Went To Bed,  And The Next Morning Found Himself In a

Condition Not Be Envied. It Was A Week Before We Saw Him Again,  And Much

To The Horror Of Timothy And Myself,  He Walked Into The Shop When Mr

Brookes Was Employed Behind The Counter. Timothy Perceived Him Before He

Saw Us,  And Pulling Me Behind The Large Mortar,  We Contrived To Make Our

Escape Into The Back Parlour,  The Door Of Which We Held Ajar To Hear

What Would Take Place.

 

"Murder And Turf!" Cried The Man,  "But That Was The Devil'S Own Plaister

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