Captain Bayley's Heir: A Tale of the Gold Fields of California

  • 2010
  • 466
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  • 9782819915683
0 thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. A CRIPPLE boy was sitting in a box on four low wheels, in a little room in a small street in Westminster; his age was some fifteen or sixteen years; his face was clear-cut and intelligent, and was altogether free from the expression either of discontent or of shrinking sadness so often seen in the face of those afflicted. Had he been sitting on a chair at a table, indeed, he would have been remarked as a handsome and well-grown young fellow; his shoulders were broad, his arms powerful, and his head erect. He had not been born a cripple, but had been disabled for life, when a tiny child, by a cart passing over his legs above the knees. He was talking to a lad a year or so younger than himself, while a strong, hearty-looking woman, somewhat past middle age, stood at a wash-tub. What is all that noise about? the cripple exclaimed, as an uproar was heard in the street at some little distance from the house. Drink, as usual, I suppose, the woman said.