He Was Mad To Do Something,
And Because There Was Nothing For Him To Do His Time Was
Mostly Spent
In going about the village to keep an eye on
the movements of the people, especially of those who did
The work, always with the hope that his services might be
required in some way by some one. He was grateful for the
smallest crumbs, so to speak. House-work and work about the
house - milking, feeding the pigs and so on - did not interest
him, nor would he attend the labourers in the fields. Harvest
time would make a difference; now it was ploughing, sowing,
and hoeing, with nothing for Jack. But he was always down at
the fishing cove to see the boats go out or come in and join
in the excitement when there was a good catch. It was still
better when the boat went with provisions to the lighthouse,
or to relieve the keeper, for then Jack would go too and if
they would not have him he would plunge into the waves and
swim after it until the sails were hoisted and it flew like a
great gull from him and he was compelled to swim back to land.
If there was nothing else to do he would go to the stone
quarry and keep the quarrymen company, sharing their dinner
and hunting away the cows and donkeys that came too near.
Then at six o'clock he would turn up at the cricket-field,
where a few young enthusiasts would always attend to practise
after working hours.
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