I am always in a fidget about
him. I wish the new king, who is now in France would raise an army and
come over. It is better that Edward should be fighting in the field
than remain here and risk being shot as a deer-stealer, or put in
prison. The farm is sufficient for us all; and when I have taken in
more ground it will be much more than sufficient, even if I do not
kill the wild cattle. I am fit for the farm, but Edward is not. He is
thrown away, living in this obscurity, and he feels it. He will always
be in hot water some way or another, that is certain. What a narrow
escape he has had with that scoundrel, and yet how little he cares for
it! He was intended for a soldier, that is evident; and, if ever he is
one, he will be in his element, and distinguish himself, if it pleases
God to spare his life. I'll persuade him to stay at home a little
while to help me to inclose the other piece of ground; and, after that
is done, I'll dig a saw-pit, and see if I can coax Pablo to saw with
me. I must go to Lymington and buy a saw. If I once could get the
trees sawed up into planks, what a quantity of things I could make,
and how I could improve the place!"
Thus thought Humphrey, as he went along; he was all for the farm and
improvements, and was always calculating when he should have another
calf, or a fresh litter of pigs.
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