The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1899-01-20
CHAPTER 7.
The Elton Bow.

principle maintained by some writer's
that, by an inevitable course Of
events in life, that becomes fate which
at first was merely choice; but rather
20 show how, by a remarkable COM
blnation of circumstances Ito a great
extent beyond my own control), I was
INVOLVE in a series OF perils and per-
ordinations, such as rarely fall to the
lot even of those who have the most
restless Of dispositions.
That my temperament was, and is
still, something of this nature, l must
confess; and the reading Of my leisure
hours-books of wild adventure by field
and flood q have devoured them all
from the volumes of dear old Daniel
Defoe, to those of the Railway Lii
brary)-flled my mind with vague
longings and airy fancies for greater
achievements than our periodical re-
gatta or the ranks.of our Elton Rifle
Volunteer Corps were likely to afford,
although deemed myself by no means
an undistinguished member of the lat
ter.
Existence says a certain writer,
appears to me scarcely existence,
without its struggles and it's successes.
/ should ever like to have some great
end before me, for the striving to at
tain amid a crowd CT competitors
would make me feel all the glory Of
life"
With such vague ideas floating be-
fore me, l returned from Elton last
year, and found myself at my fathers
house, the old and secluded rectory Of
Erlesmere, in a very undecided frame
of mind as to the future, and the pro-
fession I should adopt.
My father, as before, urged Kings
College as a proper preparation for any
profession.
My mother limited that our name had
shone in the navy, and cast a glance
at a large portrait which hung in the
dining room. 1t represented George
Lord Rodney, the c%astigator of the
Spaniards, in a full bob-wig and white
satin breaches, boarding the leading
ship Of the Caracca fleet amid a whirl-
wind of torn rigging, smoke, and can
non balls. forming a background by no
means QllarlOuS.
But my father pooh-poohed this. I
was already far too old for the time at
which the navy Is entered-to-wit, the
mature years Of thirteen.
Then my Aunt Etty, who still curled
her hair in the fashion of thirty years
ago, recommended the army with a
pensive air; for she had been engaged
to a young sub, who was killed at
must not say where. for it was a great
many years ago, and Aunt Etty is I'M
married still; but her views, though
warmly seconded by sisters Dot and
Sybil (who saw military balls and pic
mics in perspective), did not accord
with mine, for I had spent two years
or more In our Elton rifle corps, and
the monotony of the drill-especially
that boring curriculum of Hythe posi-
ton q went through the musketry
cclass), worried me-. as I willfully deem
ed myself able to sight my eapon and
bring down either a Frenchman or a
pheasant without it.
At Aunt Etty's suggestion, my faith
~er would shake his white head and say,
quoting the author Of Ecclesiasticus:
There are two things which grieve
my heart to see; a man Of wal that
suffereth from poverty, and men of
understanding that are not set Bly, The
sword, Etty, is but a poor inheritance;
better send Dick to the counting house
of his uncle. Rodney & Co., in Lon
don"
But trembled at this suggestion, as
it did not accord with my own brilliant
views in any way, and so months
passed idly away.
I missed the manly amusements of
Elton and the hilarity of my class-fe!-
lows; and though loving well my home
and family, when the novelty of my re-
turn and of perfect freedom passed
away, I longed for a change Of scene
a stirring occuDation-an active en-
ployment.
Is destiny stronger than intention?
1 should hope not; yet for a time
was almost inclined to think so, after
the terrible episode by which I was
suddenly torn from my home and cast
upon hat world which, hitherto, I had
viewed through the sunny medium of
my day dreams and romances alone.
Two miles from the Rectory is the
village OF small seaport of Erlesmere.
One Of the leading features in the
fsher-village Of Erlesmere is a little
public house, at the ivy-colored porch
of which a group of turly weather.
beaten fellows in long boots, striped
shirts, and red nightcaps, and con-
stantly smoking, drinking and "tak-
ing squints to seward through an
old battered telescope, Served" round
with spun yarn. Near it is a small
dock yard, where their boats are built,
tarred and painted, and where q pass
ing coaster may have a trivial repair
effected, and occasionally be hove
down. .
1t happened, only last year, that a
small Dutch schooner of some fifty
tons was laid down on the CridirOn at