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Journals of Dorothy Wordsworth, Vol. 1 (of 2)
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Dorothy Wordsworth
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We
had
yet
ten
or
eleven
miles
to
travel,
and
no
food
with
us.
William
lay
under
the
wind
in
a
corn-field
below
the
house,
being
not
well
enough
to
partake
of
the
milk
and
bread.
Coleridge
gave
our
host
a
pamphlet,
"The
Crisis
of
the
Sugar
Colonies";
he
was
well
acquainted
with
Burns's
poems.
There
was
a
politeness
and
a
manly
freedom
in
this
man's
manners
which
pleased
me
very
much.
He
told
us
that
he
had
served
a
gentleman,
a
captain
in
the
army--he
did
not
know
who
he
was,
for
none
of
his
relations
had
ever
come
to
see
him,
but
he
used
to
receive
many
letters--that
he
had
lived
near
Dumfries
till
they
would
let
him
stay
no
longer,
he
made
such
havoc
with
the
game;
his
whole
delight
from
morning
till
night,
and
the
long
year
through,
was
in
field
sports;
he
would
be
on
his
feet
the
worst
days
in
winter,
and
wade
through
snow
up
to
the
middle
after
his
game.
If
he
had
company
he
was
in
tortures
till
they
were
gone;
he
would
then
throw
off
his
coat
and
put
on
an
old
jacket
not
worth
half-a-crown.
He
drank
his
bottle
of
wine
every
day,
and
two
if
he
had
better
sport
than
usual.
Ladies
sometimes
came
to
stay
with
his
wife,
and
he
often
carried
them
out
in
an
Irish
jaunting-car,
and
if
they
vexed
him
he
would
choose
the
dirtiest
roads
possible,
and
spoil
their
clothes
by
jumping
in
and
out
of
the
car,
and
treading
upon
them.
"But
for
all
that"--and
so
he
ended
all--"he
was
a
good
fellow,
and
a
clever
fellow,
and
he
liked
him
well."
He
would
have
ten
or
a
dozen
hares
in
the
larder
at
once,
he
half
maintained
his
family
with
game,
and
he
himself
was
very
fond
of
eating
of
the
spoil--unusual
with
true
heart-and-soul
sportsmen.
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