The Broad Highway
Page 104"Well?" I inquired.
"Well," he continued slowly, "I lifted th' latch, an' give a push
to the door, but it would only open a little way--an inch,
p'r'aps, an' stuck." Here he tapped, and opened his snuff-box.
"Well?" I inquired again.
"Well," he went on, "I give it a gert, big push wi' my shoulder
(I were a fine, strong chap in those days), an', just as it flew
open, comes another flash o' lightnin', an' the fust thing I seen
was--a boot."
"A boot!" I exclaimed.
"A boot as ever was," nodded the Ancient, and took a pinch of
"Go on," said I, "go on."
"Oh!--it's a fine story, a fine story!" he chuckled. "Theer bean't
many men o' my age as 'as fund a 'ung man in a thunderstorm! Well,
as I tell ye, I seen a boot, likewise a leg, an' theer were this
'ere wanderin' man o' the roads a-danglin' be'ind th' door from a
stapil--look ye!" he exclaimed, rising with some little difficulty,
and hobbling into the hut, "theer be th' very stapil, so it be!"
and he pointed up to a rusty iron staple that had been driven
deep into the beam above the door.
"And why," said I, "why did he hang himself?"
knowed," answered the old man, shaking his head, "but on that
theer stapil 'e 'ung 'isself, an' on that theer stapil I fund
'im, on a stormy night sixty and six year ago come August."
"You have a wonderful memory!" said I.
"Ay, to be sure; a wunnerful mem'ry, a wunnerful mem'ry!"
"Sixty and six years is an age," said I.
"So it be," nodded the Ancient. "I were a fine young chap in
those days, tall I were, an' straight as a arrer, I be a bit
different now."
"Why, you are getting old," said I.
ever."
"Iron generally wears better than flesh and blood," said I; "it's
only natural."
"Ay, but 'e can't last forever," said the Ancient, frowning, and
shaking his head at the rusty staple. "I've watched un, month in
an' month out, all these years, an' seen un growin' rustier an'
rustier. I'll last 'ee out yet,' I've said to un--'e knows it--'e
've heerd me many an' many a time. 'I'll last 'ee out yet!' I've
said, an' so I will, to--'e can't last forever an' I be a vig'rus
man--a mortal vig'rus man--bean't I?"