He was always called 'Oby' (_i.e._
Obadiah), and was the most determined poacher of a neighbouring
district--a notorious fighting man--hardened against shame, an
Ishmaelite openly contemning authority and yet not insensible to
kindness. I give his history in his own language--softening only the
pronunciation, that would otherwise be unintelligible.
'I lives with my granny in Thorney-lane: it be outside the village. My
mother be married agen, you see, to the smith: her have got a cottage as
belongs to her. My brother have got a van and travels the country; and
sometimes I and my wife goes with him. I larned to set up a wire when I
went to plough when I were a boy, but never took to it regular till I
went a-navigating [navvying] and seed what a spree it were.
'There ain't no such chaps for poaching as they navigators in all
England: I means where there be a railway a-making. I've knowed forty of
'em go out together on a Sunday, and every man had a dog, and some two;
and good dogs too--lots of 'em as you wouldn't buy for ten quid. They
used to spread out like, and sweep the fields as clean as the crownd of
your hat. Keepers weren't no good at all, and besides they never knowed
which place us was going to make for. One of the chaps gave I a puppy,
and he growed into the finest greyhound as you'd find in a day's walk.
The first time I was took up before the bench I had to go to gaol,
because the contractor had broke and the works was stopped, so that my
mates hadn't no money to pay the fine.
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