well.
âDown below there, hold on now.â
âNever fear,â cried Jack.
Away went the winch, and once more Jack had an extended horizon to survey. As soon as he was at the top, the men hauled him over the bricks and laid him down upon the ground, for Jackâs strength had failed him.
âDang it, if it beanât that chap who was on my apple-tree,â cried the farmerââhowsomever, he must not die for stealing a few apples; lift him up, lads, and take him inâhe is dead with coldâno wonder.â
The farmer led the way, and the men carried Jack into the house, when the farmer gave him a glass of brandy; this restored Jackâs circulation, and in a short time he was all right again.
After some previous conversation, in which Jack narrated all that had happened, âWhat may be your name?â inquired the farmer.
âMy name is Easy,â replied Jack.
âWhat! be you the son of Mr Easy, of Forest Hill?â
âYes.â
âDang it, he be my landlord, and a right good landlord tooâwhy didnât you say so when you were up in the apple-tree? You might have picked the whole orchard and welcome.â
âMy dear sir,â replied Jack, who had taken a second glass of brandy, and was quite talkative again, âlet this be a warning to you, and when a man proposes to argue the point, always, in future, listen. Had you waited, I would have proved to you most incontestibly that you had no more right to the apples than I had; but you would not listen to argument, and without discussion we can never arrive at truth. You send for your dog, who is ripped up by the bullâthe bull breaks his leg in a saw-pitâthe bee-hives are overturned, and you lose all your honeyâyour man John breaks his jawâ your maid Susan spoils all the breadâand why? because you would not allow me to argue the point.â
âWell, Mr Easy, it be all true that all these mishaps have happened because I would not allow you to argue the point, perhaps, although, as I rent the orchard from your father, I cannot imagine how you could prove to me that the apples were not mine; but now, letâs take your side of the question, and I donât see how you be much better off: you get up in a tree for a few apples, with plenty of money to buy them if you likeâyou are kept there by a dogâyou are nearly gored by a bullâyou are stung by the bees, and you tumble souse into a well, and are nearly killed a dozen times, and all for a few apples not worth twopence.â
âAll very true, my good man,â replied Jack; âbut you forget that I, as a philosopher, was defending the rights of man.â
âWell, I never knew before that a lad who stole apples was called a philosopherâwe calls it petty larceny in the indictments: and as for your rights of man, I cannot see how they can be defended by doing whatâs wrong.â
âYou do not comprehend the matter, farmer.â
âNo, I donâtâand I be too old to learn, Master Easy. All I have to say is this, you are welcome to all the apples in the orchard if you please, and if you prefers, as it seems you do, to steal them, instead of asking for them, which I only can account for by the reason that they say, that âstolen fruit be sweetest,â Iâve only to say that I shall give orders that you be not interfered with. My chaise be at the door, Master Easy, and the man will drive you to your fatherâsâmake my compliments to him, and say, that Iâm very sorry that you tumbled into our well.â
As Jack was much more inclined for bed than argument, he wished the farmer good-night, and allowed himself to be driven home.
The pain from the sting of the bees, now that his circulation had fully returned, was so great, that he was not sorry to find Dr Middleton taking his tea with his father and mother. Jack merely said that he had been so unfortunate as
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