The Early Morning Light by Edward Forde Hickey

Author:Edward Forde Hickey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Troubador Publishing Ltd
Published: 2022-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

Night-Time

Night entered the yard and it peered into The Welcoming Room. Dowager lit the oil lamp and the two candles. The three of them knelt down in a ring and they said their fervent prayers to guard them from The Boodeeman and the other wicked spirits that rambled through the world for the ruin of their souls. Blue-eyed Jack raked up the ashes and they each took the holywater from the font to protect them in their sleep. With the two candles they headed to the left and to the right – Dowager to her little anteroom and the two-men-of-us to The Big Cave Room next to the hen-house.

Blue-eyed Jack blew out the candle on the corner of the teachest and Teddy snuggled down under the cover of the five blankets and the wadded quilt. He shivered deliciously in the damp musty sheets that he wrapped around his ears. He put his two small feet in between Blue-eyed Jack’s legs and he rested his head against the big man’s chest. The darkness of The Big Cave Room seemed to be piled up in the four corners and the stars shone dimly in through the broken-glass window. The moon tangled itself amid the trees of the haggart and the faint glimmer of curly black clouds showed where the cowshed was and the wind shrieked on the hen-house galavanize. Being so close to his uncle The Little Englander felt very brave and believed that he could take on a great big lion if he ever saw one.

Blue-eyed Jack lay awake for a long time. It had been a good day’s fishing – a load of dead trout and some of them already eaten. But there were many more trout (thank God) swimming happily this night beneath the rushes of The Big Hole and he was already mulling over in his head another fishing trip with Teddy. He wrapped his little nephew tightly to him, protecting him from the wind and the rain and from The Boodeeman.

Teddy and the bigger boys had learnt a great deal this memorable day. They had seen into the gentle soul of the big man. The Rogue was once again swimming safely in The Big Hole. This mighty fish was thinking (you and I might like to believe) of The Man and his great kindness – of The Man who had gently lifted him off of the hook – of The Man, who had reverently placed him back in his home. The king of the fishes swam happily among his minions, deep in his kingdom in the moonlit silvery pool.

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