me for a remembrance, and therewith did I seat myself upon a rock whilst roundabout me these sweated salvages did wag their spears and otherwise persist in their obstreperous devilry. Whilst thus I ground my tabacco to an excellent rappee, I much bethought me of Belinda and our frolics in the barn. Yea, and I sighed for her lying-in and to think that she now did slumber in a distant churchyard. And whilst I was prey to these most melancholy reflections, a shriek -- such as a wilder’d harpie might make -- did issue from the bowels of that cavern. And therefore were these salvages yet more fervid in their merriment.
I wore that day, I well remember, my yellow nankeen breeches and waistcoat and because that this garb was passing hot and I was most loth to be sunburnt, I now commanded this Satchunk to bring my parasol, the which duty she performed with pleasing alacrity. For ’twas most agreeable that, like a dog who hath been beaten and thereafter doth cringe and fawn, so this saucy-face did now most craven tend unto my person. Yea, so excellent docile had she become and withal so fearful lest again she raise my ire, that I did not scruple moreover to send her for my portmanteau and a dram of brandy. For I was most weary from my journey and would no longer brook her slothful sullens.
All this mean whiles did the prince of these salvages, companied by his sow, divers of his courtiers and the general rabblement, await in most rabid perturbation upon the vile ministrations of their priest. For whilst thus I sate and partook my snuff and brandy, and elsewise manfully endeavoured to refresh my person of the infinite wretchedness of these brutes, their priest did kiss that rotted head of which I spake before, and spitted into its lips and drank therefrom and committed other suchlike disgustful abominations. At the last, when he had quite taken his pleasure of this rotted head, this old-sire did totter from that clift whereon he stood and with wondrous slow step and palsied grin betook himself to a beggarly sodden hovel -- a mound of muck and hay within but a stone’s throw of my now most sorely vexed repose.
Whilst thus I tarried before that stenchful palizado and much apprehended what further villainy this ancient swine might do, he plucked aside the hide which served for door into that hovel, discovering therein a hugeous white crokadell the which drowzed within a tub of whitish stone -- or white it seemed, tho’ much fouled and o’erspread with flyes. Straightways this priest (fearing not this dragon but rather desiring, I doubted not, some satisfaction of unnatural companionship) reached beneath its privities and, deft as any milk-maid, drew off a plenteous beveridge.
Upon the consummation of this loathsomeness, at which my stomack turned, these salvages (jumping roundabout my person) were so jubilant that methought my ears would burst for the bellowing. Aye, so exceeding merry were these brutes that, one after t’other, they now threw their baubles and posies of flowers o’er the top of the palizado and onto the scarlet heap of putritude in the very shadow of the cavern’s mouth.
VI.
It now befell that this right insufferable old stinkard raised aloft in hand his crosier staff, whereat these wretches of a sudden fell most deliciously silent, one and all, with exception that some two score naked females and their clutching dams could not forbear their irksome whimpering. Indeed amongst these females I could hardly fail to remark my own most luscious charmer, whose tears rendered her yet more keenly winsome, albeit the pendulous dugs of her blubbering dam did some-deal blunt my appetite.
“Milord,” now says Simkyn Potter, surmizing how maddingly my pintle yearned, “is’t not a grievous plaguy waste of quim?”
“Marry, Sirrah,” says I, “and there’s a guinea for thy trouble if thou dost show me how to bed
I wore that day, I well remember, my yellow nankeen breeches and waistcoat and because that this garb was passing hot and I was most loth to be sunburnt, I now commanded this Satchunk to bring my parasol, the which duty she performed with pleasing alacrity. For ’twas most agreeable that, like a dog who hath been beaten and thereafter doth cringe and fawn, so this saucy-face did now most craven tend unto my person. Yea, so excellent docile had she become and withal so fearful lest again she raise my ire, that I did not scruple moreover to send her for my portmanteau and a dram of brandy. For I was most weary from my journey and would no longer brook her slothful sullens.
All this mean whiles did the prince of these salvages, companied by his sow, divers of his courtiers and the general rabblement, await in most rabid perturbation upon the vile ministrations of their priest. For whilst thus I sate and partook my snuff and brandy, and elsewise manfully endeavoured to refresh my person of the infinite wretchedness of these brutes, their priest did kiss that rotted head of which I spake before, and spitted into its lips and drank therefrom and committed other suchlike disgustful abominations. At the last, when he had quite taken his pleasure of this rotted head, this old-sire did totter from that clift whereon he stood and with wondrous slow step and palsied grin betook himself to a beggarly sodden hovel -- a mound of muck and hay within but a stone’s throw of my now most sorely vexed repose.
Whilst thus I tarried before that stenchful palizado and much apprehended what further villainy this ancient swine might do, he plucked aside the hide which served for door into that hovel, discovering therein a hugeous white crokadell the which drowzed within a tub of whitish stone -- or white it seemed, tho’ much fouled and o’erspread with flyes. Straightways this priest (fearing not this dragon but rather desiring, I doubted not, some satisfaction of unnatural companionship) reached beneath its privities and, deft as any milk-maid, drew off a plenteous beveridge.
Upon the consummation of this loathsomeness, at which my stomack turned, these salvages (jumping roundabout my person) were so jubilant that methought my ears would burst for the bellowing. Aye, so exceeding merry were these brutes that, one after t’other, they now threw their baubles and posies of flowers o’er the top of the palizado and onto the scarlet heap of putritude in the very shadow of the cavern’s mouth.
VI.
It now befell that this right insufferable old stinkard raised aloft in hand his crosier staff, whereat these wretches of a sudden fell most deliciously silent, one and all, with exception that some two score naked females and their clutching dams could not forbear their irksome whimpering. Indeed amongst these females I could hardly fail to remark my own most luscious charmer, whose tears rendered her yet more keenly winsome, albeit the pendulous dugs of her blubbering dam did some-deal blunt my appetite.
“Milord,” now says Simkyn Potter, surmizing how maddingly my pintle yearned, “is’t not a grievous plaguy waste of quim?”
“Marry, Sirrah,” says I, “and there’s a guinea for thy trouble if thou dost show me how to bed
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