Lewis Rand | Page 7

As the hunter
and Lewis Rand approached, a little girl, brown and freckled, barefoot
and dressed in linsey, sprang up from the stone before the gate, and
began to run towards the house. Her foot caught in a trailing vine, and
down she fell. Adam was beside her at once. "Why, you little
partridge!" he exclaimed, and lifted her to her feet.
"It's Vinie Mocket," said his companion. "Vinie, where's your father?"
"I don't know, thir," answered Vinie. "Tom knows. Tom's down there,
at the big ship. I'll tell him."
She slipped from Gaudylock's clasp and pattered off toward the river,
where the brig from Barbadoes showed hull and masts. The hunter sat
down upon the porch step, and drew out his tobacco pouch. "She's like

a partridge," he said.
"She's just Vinie Mocket," answered the boy. "There's a girl who stays
sometimes at Mrs. Selden's, on the Three-Notched Road. She's not
freckled, and her eyes are big, and she never goes barefoot. I reckon it's
silk she wears."
"What's her name?" asked the hunter, filling his pipe.
"Jacqueline--Jacqueline Churchill. She lives at Fontenoy."
"Fontenoy's a mighty fine place," remarked Gaudylock.
"And the Churchills are mighty fine people.--Here's the partridge back,
with another freckle-face."
"That's Tom Mocket," said Lewis. "If Vinie's a partridge, Tom's a
weasel."
The weasel, sandy-haired and freckled, came up the path with long
steps. "Hi, Lewis! Father's gone toward the market looking for your
father. That's a brig from the Indies down there, and the captain's our
cousin--ain't he, Vinie? I know who you are, sir. You're Adam
Gaudylock, the great hunter!"
"So I am, so I am!" quoth Adam. "Look here, little partridge, at what
I've got in my pouch!"
The partridge busied herself with the beaded thing, and the two boys
talked aside. "I've till dinner time to do what I like in," said Lewis Rand.
"Have you got to work?"
"Not unless I want to," Young Mocket answered blissfully. "Father, he
don't care! Besides"--he swelled with pride--"I don't work now at the
wharf. I'm at Chancellor Wythe's."
"Chancellor Wythe's! What are you doing there?"
"Helping him. Maybe, by and by, I'll be a lawyer, too."

"Heugh!" said the other. "Do you mean you're reading law?"
"No-o, not just exactly. But I let people in--and I hear what they talk
about. I like it better than the wharf, anyhow. I'll go with you and show
you things. Is Mr. Gaudylock coming?"
"No," replied Adam. "I'll finish my pipe, and take a look at the ship
down there, and then I'll meet a friend at the Indian Queen. Be off with
you both! Vinie will stay and talk to me."
"Yeth, thir," said Vinie, her brown arm deep in the beaded pouch.
The two lads left behind the scarlet-clad porch, the hunter and Vinie,
the little green yard and the broken gate. "Where first? demanded Tom.
"Where is the best place in Richmond to buy books?"
Young Mocket considered. "There's a shop near the bridge. What do
you want with books?"
"I want to read them. We'll go to the bridge first."
Tom hung back. "Don't you want to see the brig from Barbadoes? She's
a beauty. There's a schooner from Baltimore, too, at the Rock Landing.
You won't? Then let's go over to Widewilt's Island. Well, they whipped
a man this morning and he's in the pillory now, down by the market.
Let's go look at him.--Pshaw! what's the use of books! Don't you want
to see the Guard turn out at noon, and hear the trumpet blow? Well,
come on to the bridge! Nancy, the apple-woman, is there too."
The shop near the bridge to which they resorted was dark and low, but
learning was spread upon its counter, and a benevolent dragon of
knowledge in horn spectacles ran over the wares for Lewis Rand. "De
Jure Maritimo, six shillings eightpence, my lad. Burnet's History and
Demosthenes' Orations, two crowns, Mr. Gibbon's Decline and Fall of
the Roman Empire, a great book and dear! Common Sense--and that's
Tom Paine's, and you may have it for two pistareens."

The boy shook his head. "I want a law-book."
The genie put forth The Principles of Equity, and named the price.
"'Tis too dear."
A gentleman lounging against the counter closed the book into which
he had been dipping, and drew nearer to the would-be purchaser.
"Equity is an expensive commodity, my lad," he said kindly. "How
much law have you read?"
"I have read The Law of Virginia," answered the boy. "I borrowed it. I
worked a week for Mr. Douglas, and read The Law of Nations
rest-hours. Mrs. Selden, on the Three-Notched Road, gave me The
Federalist. Are you a lawyer, sir?"
The gentleman laughed, and the genie behind the counter laughed.
Young Mocket plucked Lewis Rand