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This extract is from the beginning of a short story by John Trevena. It is the early
1900s and Brightly, a homeless dealer in rabbit skins, is walking through the
countryside.
1 Up the road from Brentor to St. Mary Tavy came Brightly, his basket dragging on his arm.
He was very tired, but there was nothing unusual in that. He was tired to the point of
exhaustion every day. He was very hungry, but he was used to that too. He was thinking of
bread and cheese and cider; new bread and soft cheese, and cider with a rough edge to it.
He licked his lips, and tried to believe he was tasting them. Then he began to cough. It was a
long, heaving cough, something like that of a Dartmoor pony. He had to put his basket down
and lean over it, and tap at his thin chest with a long raw hand.
8 Brightly had a home. The river saw to that; not the Tavy, but the less romantic Taw. On the
Western side of Cawsand are many gorges* in the great clefts* cut by the Taw between
Belstone and Sticklepath. There narrow and deep clefts have been made by the persistent
water draining down to the Taw from the bogs above. In the largest of these clefts Brightly
was at home. The sides were completely hidden by willow-scrub, immense ferns, and clumps
of whortleberries, as well as by overhanging masses of granite. The water could be heard
dripping below like a chime of fairy bells. In winter the cleft appeared a white cascade of
falling water, but Brightly's cave was fairly dry and quite sheltered. He had built up the
entrance with shaped stones taken from the long-abandoned copper-mines below. The cleft
was full of copper, which stained the water a delightful shade of green.
18 The dealer in rabbit-skins was not alone in the world. He had a dog, which was rubbish like
its master. The animal was of no recognised breed, although in a dim light it called itself a
fox-terrier. She could not have been an intelligent dog, or she would not have remained
constant to Brightly. Her name was Ju, which was an abbreviation of Jerusalem. One Sunday
evening Brightly had slipped inside a church, and somewhat to his surprise had been allowed
to remain, although an usher was told to keep an eye upon him and see that he did not break
open the empty poor-box. A hymn was sung about Jerusalem the golden, where happy souls
were indulging in over-eating themselves in a sort of glorified dairy filled with milk and
honey. The hymn enraptured Brightly, who was, of course, tired and famished; and when he
had left the warm church, although without any of the promised milk and honey, he kept on
murmuring the lines and trying to recall the music. He could think of nothing but Jerusalem
for some days. He went into the public library at Tavistock and looked it up in a map of the
world, discovered it was in a country called Palestine, and wondered how many rabbit-skins
it would cost to take him there. Brightly reckoned in rabbit-skins, not in shillings and pence,
which were matters he was not very familiar with. He noticed that whenever he mentioned
the name of Jerusalem the dog wagged her tail, as though she too was interested in the dairy
produce; so, as the animal lacked a title, Jerusalem was awarded her. Brightly thought of the
milk and honey whenever he called his poor half-starved dog. Nobody wanted Brightly,
because he was not of the least importance. He hadn't got a vote, or any of those things which
make the world desire the presence of people.
38 Presently he thought he had coughed long enough, so he picked up his basket and went on
climbing the road, his body bent as usual towards the right. At a distance he looked like the
half of a circle. He could not stand straight. The weight of his basket and habit had crooked
him like an oak branch. He tramped on towards the barren village of St. Mary Tavy. There
was a certain amount of wild scenery to be admired. Away to the right was Brentor and the
church upon its crags. To the left were piled the rocks of the abandoned copper-mines. The
name of Wheal Friendship might have had a cheerful sound for Brightly had he known what
friendship meant. He didn't look at the scenery, because he was half blind. He could see his
way about, but that was all. He lived in the twilight.
47 Brightly did not think much while he tramped the moor. He had no right to think. It was not
in the way of business. Still, he had his dream, not more than one, because he was not
troubled with an active imagination. He tried to fancy himself going about, not on his tired
rheumatic legs, but in a little cart, with fern at the bottom for Ju to lie on, and a bit of board at
the side bearing in white letters the inscription: "A. Brightly. Purveyor of rabbit-skins"; and a
lamp to be lighted after dark, and a plank for himself to sit on. All this splendour to be drawn
by a little shaggy pony. What a great man he would be in those days!
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Section A: Reading
01 Read again the first part of the source, from lines 1-7.
List four things about Brightly from this part of the source. [4 marks]
How does the writer use language here to describe the setting?
How has the writer structured the text to interest you as a reader?
• What the writer focuses your attention on at the beginning of the source
• How and why the writer changes this focus as the source develops
• Any other structural features that interest you. [8 marks]
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04 Focus this part of your answer on the second part of the source, from line 18 to the end.
A reader said, ‘When Brightly is in the church, he enjoys his time there, and it has a positive
effect on him, even though his life is hard.’
Section B: Writing
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