1844-1845
1844-1845The worker, whose name Margaret hadn’t bothered to remember, ran to the house and banged on the kitchen door with his fists. Annoyed at the intrusion into her day, Margaret wiped flour off her hands and marched to the door ready to give the worker a reprimand. On seeing his face, Margaret took a quick breath ‘What? What is it? What’s happened?’
‘It’s Mister William, Missus Blay. He tripped when he was ploughing the field and spooked the bullocks. He was dragged along a fair way, we think his leg’s broken.’
Margaret looked around the kitchen for an answer to the question she hadn’t yet formulated in her head. ‘Has anyone gone into town for the doctor?’ she eventually asked.
‘Yes, Missus Blay, Tom’s gone to get the doctor. We’ll need to bring Mr William to the house, b
