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Their hutfor it was little morestood on the outskirts of the town, at a short distance from the high road, but in a secluded place, where few chance passengers strayed at any season of the year. It had a plot of garden-ground attached, which Barnaby, in fits and starts of working, trimmed, and kept in order. Within doors and without, his mother laboured for their common good; and hail, rain, snow, or sunshine, found no difference in her. Though so far removed from the scenes of her past life, and with so little thought or hope of ever visiting them again, she seemed to have a strange desire to know what happened in the busy world. Any old newspaper, or scrap of intelligence from London, she caught at with avidity. The excitement it produced was not of a pleasurable kind, for her manner at such times expressed the keenest anxiety and dread; but it never faded in the least degree. Then, and in stormy winter nights, when the wind blew loud and strong, the old expression came into her face, and she would be seized with a fit of trembling, like one who had an ague. But Barnaby noted little of this; and putting a great constraint upon herself, she usually recovered her accustomed manner before the change had caught his observation. Grip was by no means an idle or unprofitable member of the humble household. Partly by dint of Barnabys tuition, and partly by pursuing a species of self-instruction common to his tribe, and exerting his powers of observation to the utmost, he had acquired a degree of sagacity which rendered him famous for miles round. His conversational powers and surprising performances were the universal theme: and as many persons came to see the wonderful raven, and none left his exertions unrewardedwhen he condescended to exhibit, which was not always, for genius is capricioushis earnings formed an important item in the common stock. Indeed, the bird himself appeared to know his value well; for though he was perfectly free and unrestrained in the presence of Barnaby and his mother, he maintained in public an amazing gravity, and never stooped to any other gratuitous performances than biting the ankles of vagabond boys (an exercise in which he much delighted), killing a fowl or two occasionally, and swallowing the dinners of various neighbouring dogs, of whom the boldest held him in great awe and dread. Time had glided on in this way, and nothing had happened to disturb or change their mode of life, when, one summers night in June, they were in their little garden, resting from the labours of the day. The widows work was yet upon her knee, and strewn upon the ground about her; and Barnaby stood leaning on his spade, gazing at the brightness in the west, and singing softly to himself. A brave evening, mother! If we had, chinking in our pockets, but a few specks of that gold which is piled up yonder in the sky, we should be rich for life. We are better as we are, returned the widow with a quiet smile. Let us be contented, and we do not want and need not care to have it, though it lay shining at our feet. Ay! said Barnaby, resting with crossed arms on his spade, and looking wistfully at the sunset, thats well enough, mother; but golds a good thing to have. I wish that I knew where to find it. Grip and I could do much with gold, be sure of that. What would you do? she asked. What! A world of things. Wed dress finelyyou and I, I mean; not Gripkeep horses, dogs, wear bright colours and feathers, do no more work, live delicately and at our ease. Oh, wed find uses for it, mother, and uses that would do us good. I would I knew where gold was buried. How hard Id work to dig it up! You do not know, said his mother, rising from her seat and laying her hand upon his shoulder, what men have done to win it, and how they have found, too late, that it glitters brightest at a distance, and turns quite dim and dull when handled. Ay, ay; so you say; so you think, he answered, still looking eagerly in the same direction. For all that, mother, I should like to try. |
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