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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: We and the World, Part I + A Book for Boys + +Author: Juliana Horatia Ewing + +Release Date: March 29, 2006 [EBook #18077] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WE AND THE WORLD, PART I *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Erik Bent, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + WE AND THE WORLD: + + A BOOK FOR BOYS. + + + PART I. + + + BY + JULIANA HORATIA EWING. + + + + SOCIETY FOR PROMOTING CHRISTIAN KNOWLEDGE, + LONDON: NORTHUMBERLAND AVENUE, W.C. + BRIGHTON: 129, NORTH STREET. + NEW YORK: E. & J.B. YOUNG & CO. + + + +[Published under the direction of the General Literature Committee.] + + + + + DEDICATED + TO MY TWELVE NEPHEWS, + WILLIAM, FRANCIS, STEPHEN, PHILIP, LEONARD, + GODFREY, AND DAVID SMITH; + REGINALD, NICHOLAS, AND IVOR GATTY; + ALEXANDER, AND CHARLES SCOTT GATTY. + + J.H.E. + + + + +WE AND THE WORLD. + + + + +CHAPTER I. + + "All these common features of English landscape evince a calm and + settled security, and hereditary transmission of home-bred virtues + and local attachments, that speak deeply and touchingly for the + moral character of the nation."--WASHINGTON IRVING'S _Sketch Book_. + + +It was a great saying of my poor mother's, especially if my father had +been out of spirits about the crops, or the rise in wages, or our +prospects, and had thought better of it again, and showed her the bright +side of things, "Well, my dear, I'm sure we've much to be thankful for." + +Which they had, and especially, I often think, for the fact that I was +not the eldest son. I gave them more trouble than I can think of with a +comfortable conscience as it was; but they had Jem to tread in my +father's shoes, and he was a good son to them--GOD bless him for it! + +I can remember hearing my father say--"It's bad enough to have Jack +with his nose in a book, and his head in the clouds, on a fine June +day, with the hay all out, and the glass falling: but if Jem had been a +lad of whims and fancies, I think it would have broken my poor old +heart." + +I often wonder what made me bother my head with books, and where the +perverse spirit came from that possessed me, and tore me, and drove me +forth into the world. It did not come from my parents. My mother's +family were far from being literary or even enterprising, and my +father's people were a race of small yeomen squires, whose talk was of +dogs and horses and cattle, and the price of hay. We were +north-of-England people, but not of a commercial or adventurous class, +though we were within easy reach of some of the great manufacturing +centres. Quiet country folk we were; old-fashioned, and boastful of our +old-fashionedness, albeit it meant little more than that our manners and +customs were a generation behindhand of the more cultivated folk, who +live nearer to London. We were proud of our name too, which is written +in the earliest registers and records of the parish, honourably +connected with the land we lived on; but which may be searched for in +vain in the lists of great or even learned Englishmen. + +It never troubled dear old Jem that there had not been a man of mark +among all the men who had handed on our name from generation to +generation. He had no feverish ambitions, and as to books, I doubt if +he ever opened a volume, if he could avoid it, after he wore out three +horn-books and our mother's patience in learning his letters--not even +the mottle-backed prayer-books which were handed round for family +prayers, and out of which we said the psalms for the day, verse about +with my father. I generally found the place, and Jem put his arm over my +shoulder and read with me. + +He was a yeoman born. I can just remember--when I was not three years +old and he was barely four--the fright our mother got from his fearless +familiarity with the beasts about the homestead. He and I were playing +on the grass-plat before the house when Dolly, an ill-tempered dun cow +we knew well by sight and name, got into the garden and drew near us. As +I sat on the grass--my head at no higher level than the buttercups in +the field beyond--Dolly loomed so large above me that I felt frightened +and began to cry. But Jem, only conscious that she had no business +there, picked up a stick nearly as big as himself, and trotted +indignantly to drive her out. Our mother caught sight of him from an +upper window, and knowing that the temper of the cow was not to be +trusted, she called wildly to Jem, "Come in, dear, quick! Come in! +Dolly's loose!" + +"I drive her out!" was Master Jem's reply; and with his little straw +hat well on the back of his head, he waddled bravely up to the cow, +flourishing his stick. The process interested me, and I dried my tears +and encouraged my brother; but Dolly looked sourly at him, and began to +lower her horns. + +"Shoo! shoo!" shouted Jem, waving his arms in farming-man fashion, and +belabouring Dolly's neck with the stick. "Shoo! shoo!" + +Dolly planted her forefeet, and dipped her head for a push, but catching +another small whack on her face, and more authoritative "Shoos!" she +changed her mind, and swinging heavily round, trotted off towards the +field, followed by Jem, waving, shouting, and victorious. My mother got +out in time to help him to fasten the gate, which he was much too small +to do by himself, though, with true squirely instincts, he was trying to +secure it. + +But from our earliest days we both lived on intimate terms with all the +live stock. "Laddie," an old black cart-horse, was one of our chief +friends. Jem and I used to sit, one behind the other, on his broad back, +when our little legs could barely straddle across, and to "grip" with +our knees in orthodox fashion was a matter of principle, but impossible +in practice. Laddie's pace was always discreet, however, and I do not +think we should have found a saddle any improvement, even as to safety, +upon his warm, satin-smooth back. We steered him more by shouts and +smacks than by the one short end of a dirty rope which was our apology +for reins; that is, if we had any hand in guiding his course. I am now +disposed to think that Laddie guided himself. + +But our beast friends were many. The yellow yard-dog always slobbered +joyfully at our approach; partly moved, I fancy, by love for us, and +partly by the exciting hope of being let off his chain. When we went +into the farmyard the fowls came running to our feet for corn, the +pigeons fluttered down over our heads for peas, and the pigs humped +themselves against the wall of the sty as tightly as they could lean, in +hopes of having their backs scratched. The long sweet faces of the +plough horses, as they turned in the furrows, were as familiar to us as +the faces of any other labourers in our father's fields, and we got fond +of the lambs and ducks and chickens, and got used to their being killed +and eaten when our acquaintance reached a certain date, like other +farm-bred folk, which is one amongst the many proofs of the adaptability +of human nature. + +So far so good, on my part as well as Jem's. That I should like the +animals "on the place"--the domesticated animals, the workable animals, +the eatable animals--this was right and natural, and befitting my +father's son. But my far greater fancy for wild, queer, useless, +mischievous, and even disgusting creatures often got me into trouble. +Want of sympathy became absolute annoyance as I grew older, and wandered +farther, and adopted a perfect menagerie of odd beasts in whom my +friends could see no good qualities: such as the snake I kept warm in my +trousers-pocket; the stickleback that I am convinced I tamed in its own +waters; the toad for whom I built a red house of broken drainpipes at +the back of the strawberry bed, where I used to go and tickle his head +on the sly; and the long-whiskered rat in the barn, who knew me well, +and whose death nearly broke my heart, though I had seen generations of +unoffending ducklings pass to the kitchen without a tear. + +I think it must have been the beasts that made me take to reading: I was +so fond of Buffon's _Natural History_, of which there was an English +abridgment on the dining-room bookshelves. + +But my happiest reading days began after the bookseller's agent came +round, and teased my father into taking in the _Penny Cyclopędia_; and +those numbers in which there was a beast, bird, fish, or reptile were +the numbers for me! + +I must, however, confess that if a love for reading had been the only +way in which I had gone astray from the family habits and traditions, I +don't think I should have had much to complain of in the way of blame. + +My father "pish"ed and "pshaw"ed when he caught me "poking over" books, +but my dear mother was inclined to regard me as a genius, whose learning +might bring renown of a new kind into the family. In a quiet way of her +own, as she went gently about household matters, or knitted my father's +stockings, she was a great day-dreamer--one of the most unselfish kind, +however; a builder of air-castles, for those she loved to dwell in; +planned, fitted, and furnished according to the measure of her +affections. + +It was perhaps because my father always began by disparaging her +suggestions that (by the balancing action of some instinctive sense of +justice) he almost always ended by adopting them, whether they were wise +or foolish. He came at last to listen very tolerantly when she dilated +on my future greatness. + +"And if he isn't quite so good a farmer as Jem, it's not as if he were +the eldest, you know, my dear. I'm sure we've much to be thankful for +that dear Jem takes after you as he does. But if Jack turns out a +genius, which please God we may live to see and be proud of, he'll make +plenty of money, and he must live with Jem when we're gone, and let Jem +manage it for him, for clever people are never any good at taking care +of what they get. And when their families get too big for the old house, +love, Jack must build, as he'll be well able to afford to do, and Jem +must let him have the land. The Ladycroft would be as good as anywhere, +and a pretty name for the house. It would be a good thing to have some +one at that end of the property too, and then the boys would always be +together." + +Poor dear mother! The kernel of her speech lay in the end of it--"The +boys would always be together." I am sure in her tender heart she +blessed my bookish genius, which was to make wealth as well as fame, and +so keep me "about the place," and the home birds for ever in the nest. + +I knew nothing of it then, of course; but at this time she used to turn +my father's footsteps towards the Ladycroft every Sunday, between the +services, and never wearied of planning my house. + +She was standing one day, her smooth brow knitted in perplexity, before +the big pink thorn, and had stood so long absorbed in this brown study, +that my father said, with a sly smile, + +"Well, love, and where are you now?" + +"In the dairy, my dear," she answered quite gravely. "The window is to +the north of course, and I'm afraid the thorn must come down." + +My father laughed heartily. He had some sense of humour, but my mother +had none. She was one of the sweetest-tempered women that ever lived, +and never dreamed that any one was laughing at her. I have heard my +father say she lay awake that night, and when he asked her why she could +not sleep he found she was fretting about the pink thorn. + +"It looked so pretty to-day, my dear; and thorns are so bad to move!" + +My father knew her too well to hope to console her by joking about it. +He said gravely: "There's plenty of time yet, love. The boys are only +just in trousers; and we may think of some way to spare it before we +come to bricks and mortar." + +"I've thought of it every way, my dear, I'm afraid," said my mother with +a sigh. But she had full confidence in my father--a trouble shared with +him was half cured, and she soon fell asleep. + +She certainly had a vivid imagination, though it never was cultivated to +literary ends. Perhaps, after all, I inherited that idle fancy, those +unsatisfied yearnings of my restless heart, from her! Mental +peculiarities are said to come from one's mother. + +It was Jem who inherited her sweet temper. + +Dear old Jem! He and I were the best of good friends always, and that +sweet temper of his had no doubt much to do with it. He was very much +led by me, though I was the younger, and whatever mischief we got into +it was always my fault. + +It was I who persuaded him to run away from school, under the, as it +proved, insufficient disguise of walnut-juice on our faces and hands. +It was I who began to dig the hole which was to take us through from the +kitchen-garden to the other side of the world. (Jem helped me to fill it +up again, when the gardener made a fuss about our having chosen the +asparagus-bed as the point of departure, which we did because the earth +was soft there.) In desert islands or castles, balloons or boats, my +hand was first and foremost, and mischief or amusement of every kind, by +earth, air, or water, was planned for us by me. + +Now and then, however, Jem could crow over me. How he did deride me when +I asked our mother the foolish question--"Have bees whiskers?" + +The bee who betrayed me into this folly was a bumble of the utmost +beauty. The bars of his coat "burned" as "brightly" as those of the +tiger in Wombwell's menagerie, and his fur was softer than my mother's +black velvet mantle. I knew, for I had kissed him lightly as he sat on +the window-frame. I had seen him brushing first one side and then the +other side of his head, with an action so exactly that of my father +brushing his whiskers on Sunday morning, that I thought the bee might be +trimming his; not knowing that he was sweeping the flower-dust off his +antennę with his legs, and putting it into his waistcoat pocket to make +bee bread of. + +It was the liberty I took in kissing him that made him not sit still +any more, and hindered me from examining his cheeks for myself. He began +to dance all over the window, humming his own tune, and before he got +tired of dancing he found a chink open at the top sash, and sailed away +like a spot of plush upon the air. + +I had thus no opportunity of becoming intimate with him, but he was the +cause of a more lasting friendship--my friendship with Isaac Irvine, the +bee-keeper. For when I asked that silly question, my mother said, "Not +that I ever saw, love;" and my father said, "If he wants to know about +bees, he should go to old Isaac. He'll tell him plenty of queer stories +about them." + +The first time I saw the bee-keeper was in church, on Catechism Sunday, +in circumstances which led to my disgracing myself in a manner that must +have been very annoying to my mother, who had taken infinite pains in +teaching us. + +The provoking part of it was that I had not had a fear of breaking down. +With poor Jem it was very different. He took twice as much pains as I +did, but he could not get things into his head, and even if they did +stick there he found it almost harder to say them properly. We began to +learn the Catechism when we were three years old, and we went on till +long after we were in trousers; and I am sure Jem never got the three +words "and an inheritor" tidily off the tip of his tongue within my +remembrance. And I have seen both him and my mother crying over them on +a hot Sunday afternoon. He was always in a fright when we had to say the +Catechism in church, and that day, I remember, he shook so that I could +hardly stand straight myself, and Bob Furniss, the blacksmith's son, who +stood on the other side of him, whispered quite loud, "Eh! see thee, how +Master Jem _dodders_!" for which Jem gave him an eye as black as his +father's shop afterwards, for Jem could use his fists if he could not +learn by heart. + +But at the time he could not even compose himself enough to count down +the line of boys and calculate what question would come to him. I did, +and when he found he had only got the First Commandment, he was more at +ease, and though the second, which fell to me, is much longer, I was not +in the least afraid of forgetting it, for I could have done the whole of +my duty to my neighbour if it had been necessary. + +Jem got through very well, and I could hear my mother blessing him over +the top of the pew behind our backs; but just as he finished, no less +than three bees, who had been hovering over the heads of the workhouse +boys opposite, all settled down together on Isaac Irvine's bare hand. + +At the public catechising, which came once a year, and after the second +lesson at evening prayer, the grown-up members of the congregation used +to draw near to the end of their pews to see and hear how we acquitted +ourselves, and, as it happened on this particular occasion, Master Isaac +was standing exactly opposite to me. As he leaned forward, his hands +crossed on the pew-top before him, I had been a good deal fascinated by +his face, which was a very noble one in its rugged way, with snow-white +hair and intense, keenly observing eyes, and when I saw the three bees +settle on him without his seeming to notice it, I cried, "They'll sting +you!" before I thought of what I was doing; for I had been severely +stung that week myself, and knew what it felt like, and how little good +powder-blue does. + +With attending to the bees I had not heard the parson say, "Second +Commandment?" and as he was rather deaf he did not hear what I said. But +of course he knew it was not long enough for the right answer, and he +said, "Speak up, my boy," and Jem tried to start me by whispering, "Thou +shalt not make to thyself"--but the three bees went on sitting on Master +Isaac's hand, and though I began the Second Commandment, I could not +take my eyes off them, and when Master Isaac saw this he smiled and +nodded his white head, and said, "Never you mind me, sir. They won't +sting the old bee-keeper." This assertion so completely turned my head +that every other idea went out of it, and after saying "or in the earth +beneath" three times, and getting no further, the parson called out, +"Third Commandment?" and I was passed over--"out of respect to the +family," as I was reminded for a twelvemonth afterwards--and Jem pinched +my leg to comfort me, and my mother sank down on the seat, and did not +take her face out of her pocket-handkerchief till the workhouse boys +were saying "the sacraments." + +My mother was our only teacher till Jem was nine and I was eight years +old. We had a thin, soft-backed reading book, bound in black cloth, on +the cover of which in gold letters was its name, _Chick-seed without +Chick-weed_; and in this book she wrote our names, and the date at the +end of each lesson we conned fairly through. I had got into Part II., +which was "in words of four letters," and had the chapter about the Ship +in it, before Jem's name figured at the end of the chapter about the Dog +in Part I. + +My mother was very glad that this chapter seemed to please Jem, and that +he learned to read it quickly, for, good-natured as he was, Jem was too +fond of fighting and laying about him: and though it was only "in words +of three letters," this brief chapter contained a terrible story, and an +excellent moral, which I remember well even now. + +It was called "The Dog." + +"Why do you cry? The Dog has bit my leg. Why did he do so? I had my bat +and I hit him as he lay on the mat, so he ran at me and bit my leg. Ah, +you may not use the bat if you hit the Dog. It is a hot day, and the Dog +may go mad. One day a Dog bit a boy in the arm, and the boy had his arm +cut off, for the Dog was mad. And did the boy die? Yes, he did die in a +day or two. It is not fit to hit a Dog if he lie on the mat and is not a +bad Dog. Do not hit a Dog, or a cat, or a boy." + +Jem not only got through this lesson much better than usual, but he +lingered at my mother's knees, to point with his own little stumpy +forefinger to each recurrence of the words "hit a Dog," and read them +all by himself. + +"_Very_ good boy," said Mother, who was much pleased. "And now read this +last sentence once more, and very nicely." + +"Do--not--hit--a--dog--or--a--cat--or--a--boy," read Jem in a high +sing-song, and with a face of blank indifference, and then with a hasty +dog's-ear he turned back to the previous page, and spelled out, "I had +my bat and I hit him as he lay on the mat" so well, that my mother +caught him to her bosom and covered him with kisses. + +"He'll be as good a scholar as Jack yet!" she exclaimed. "But don't +forget, my darling, that my Jem must never 'hit a dog, or a cat, or a +boy.' Now, love, you may put the book away." + +Jem stuck out his lips and looked down, and hesitated. He seemed almost +disposed to go on with his lessons. But he changed his mind, and +shutting the book with a bang, he scampered off. As he passed the +ottoman near the door, he saw Kitty, our old tortoise-shell puss, lying +on it, and (moved perhaps by the occurrence of the word _cat_ in the +last sentence of the lesson) he gave her such a whack with the flat side +of _Chick-seed_ that she bounced up into the air like a sky-rocket, Jem +crying out as he did so, "I had my bat, and I hit him as he lay on the +mat." + +It was seldom enough that Jem got anything by heart, but he had +certainly learned this; for when an hour later I went to look for him in +the garden, I found him panting with the exertion of having laid my +nice, thick, fresh green crop of mustard and cress flat with the back of +the coal-shovel, which he could barely lift, but with which he was still +battering my salad-bed, chanting triumphantly at every stroke, "I had my +bat, and I hit him as he lay on the mat." He was quite out of breath, +and I had not much difficulty in pummelling him as he deserved. + +Which shows how true it is, as my dear mother said, that "you never know +what to do for the best in bringing up boys." + +Just about the time that we outgrew _Chick-seed_, and that it was +allowed on all hands that even for quiet country-folk with no learned +notions it was high time we were sent to school, our parents were spared +the trouble of looking out for a school for us by the fact that a school +came to us instead, and nothing less than an "Academy" was opened within +three-quarters of a mile of my father's gate. + +Walnut-tree Farm was an old house that stood some little way from the +road in our favourite lane--a lane full of wild roses and speedwell, +with a tiny footpath of disjointed flags like an old pack-horse track. +Grass and milfoil grew thickly between the stones, and the turf +stretched half-way over the road from each side, for there was little +traffic in the lane, beyond the yearly rumble of the harvesting waggons; +and few foot-passengers, except a labourer now and then, a pair or two +of rustic lovers at sundown, a few knots of children in the blackberry +season, and the cows coming home to milking. + +Jem and I played there a good deal, but then we lived close by. + +We were very fond of the old place and there were two good reasons for +the charm it had in our eyes. In the first place, the old man who lived +alone in it (for it had ceased to be the dwelling-house of a real farm) +was an eccentric old miser, the chief object of whose existence seemed +to be to thwart any attempt to pry into the daily details of it. What +manner of stimulus this was to boyish curiosity needs no explanation, +much as it needs excuse. + +In the second place, Walnut-tree Farm was so utterly different from the +house which was our home, that everything about it was attractive from +mere unaccustomedness. + +Our house had been rebuilt from the foundations by my father. It was +square-built and very ugly, but it was in such excellent repair that one +could never indulge a more lawless fancy towards any chink or cranny +about it than a desire to "point" the same with a bit of mortar. + +Why it was that my ancestor, who built the old house, and who was not a +bit better educated or farther-travelled than my father, had built a +pretty one, whilst my father built an ugly one, is one of the many +things I do not know, and wish I did. + +From the old sketches of it which my grandfather painted on the parlour +handscreens, I think it must have been like a larger edition of the +farm; that is, with long mullioned windows, a broad and gracefully +proportioned doorway with several shallow steps and quaintly-ornamented +lintel; bits of fine work and ornamentation about the woodwork here and +there, put in as if they had been done, not for the look of the thing, +but for the love of it, and whitewash over the house-front, and over the +apple-trees in the orchard. + +That was what our ancestor's home was like; and it was the sort of house +that became Walnut-tree Academy, where Jem and I went to school. + + + + +CHAPTER II. + + _Sable_:--"Ha, you! A little more upon the dismal (_forming their + countenances_); this fellow has a good mortal look, place him near + the corpse; that wainscoat face must be o' top of the stairs; that + fellow's almost in a fright (that looks as if he were full of some + strange misery) at the end of the hall. So--but I'll fix you all + myself. Let's have no laughing now on any provocation."--_The + Funeral_, STEELE. + + +At one time I really hoped to make the acquaintance of the old miser of +Walnut-tree Farm. It was when we saved the life of his cat. + +He was very fond of that cat, I think, and it was, to say the least of +it, as eccentric-looking as its master. One eye was yellow and the other +was blue, which gave it a strange, uncanny expression, and its +rust-coloured fur was not common either as to tint or markings. + +How dear old Jem did belabour the boy we found torturing it! He was much +older and bigger than we were, but we were two to one, which we reckoned +fair enough, considering his size, and that the cat had to be saved +somehow. The poor thing's forepaws were so much hurt that it could not +walk, so we carried it to the farm, and I stood on the shallow +doorsteps, and under the dial, on which was written-- + + "Tempora mutantur!"-- + +and the old miser came out, and we told him about the cat, and he took +it and said we were good boys, and I hoped he would have asked us to go +in, but he did not, though we lingered a little; he only put his hand +into his pocket, and very slowly brought out sixpence. + +"No, thank you," said I, rather indignantly. "We don't want anything for +saving the poor cat." + +"I am very fond of it," he said apologetically, and putting the sixpence +carefully back; but I believe he alluded to the cat. + +I felt more and more strongly that he ought to invite us into the +parlour--if there was a parlour--and I took advantage of a backward +movement on his part to move one shallow step nearer, and said, in an +easy conversational tone, "Your cat has very curious eyes." + +He came out again, and his own eyes glared in the evening light as he +touched me with one of his fingers in a way that made me shiver, and +said, "If I had been an old woman, and that cat had lived with me in the +days when this house was built, I should have been hanged, or burned as +a witch. Twelve men would have done it--twelve reasonable and +respectable men!" He paused, looking over my head at the sky, and then +added, "But in all good conscience--mind, in all good conscience!" + +And after another pause he touched me again (this time my teeth +chattered), and whispered loudly in my ear, "Never serve on a jury." +After which he banged the door in our faces, and Jem caught hold of my +jacket and cried, "Oh! he's quite mad, he'll murder us!" and we took +each other by the hand and ran home as fast as our feet would carry us. + +We never saw the old miser again, for he died some months afterwards, +and, strange to relate, Jem and I were invited to the funeral. + +It was a funeral not to be forgotten. The old man had left the money for +it, and a memorandum, with the minutest directions, in the hands of his +lawyer. If he had wished to be more popular after his death than he had +been in his lifetime, he could not have hit upon any better plan to +conciliate in a lump the approbation of his neighbours than that of +providing for what undertakers call "a first-class funeral." The good +custom of honouring the departed, and committing their bodies to the +earth with care and respect, was carried, in our old-fashioned +neighbourhood, to a point at which what began in reverence ended in +what was barely decent, and what was meant to be most melancholy became +absolutely comical. But a sense of the congruous and the incongruous was +not cultivated amongst us, whereas solid value (in size, quantity and +expense) was perhaps over-estimated. So our furniture, our festivities, +and our funerals bore witness. + +No one had ever seen the old miser's furniture, and he gave no +festivities; but he made up for it in his funeral. + +Children, like other uneducated classes, enjoy domestic details, and +going over the ins and outs of other people's affairs behind their +backs; especially when the interest is heightened by a touch of gloom, +or perfected by the addition of some personal importance in the matter. +Jem and I were always fond of funerals, but this funeral, and the fuss +that it made in the parish, we were never likely to forget. + +Even our own household was so demoralized by the grim gossip of the +occasion that Jem and I were accused of being unable to amuse ourselves, +and of listening to our elders. It was perhaps fortunate for us that a +favourite puppy died the day before the funeral, and gave us the +opportunity of burying him. + + "As if our whole vocation + Were endless imitation----" + +Jem and I had already laid our gardens waste, and built a rude wall of +broken bricks round them to make a churchyard; and I can clearly +remember that we had so far profited by what we had overheard among our +elders, that I had caught up some phrases which I was rather proud of +displaying, and that I quite overawed Jem by the air with which I spoke +of "the melancholy occasion"--the "wishes of deceased"--and the +"feelings of survivors" when we buried the puppy. + +It was understood that I could not attend the puppy's funeral in my +proper person, because I wished to be the undertaker; but the happy +thought struck me of putting my wheelbarrow alongside of the brick wall +with a note inside it to the effect that I had "sent my carriage as a +mark of respect." + +In one point we could not emulate the real funeral: that was carried out +"regardless of expense." The old miser had left a long list of the names +of the people who were to be invited to it and to its attendant feast, +in which was not only my father's name, but Jem's and mine. Three yards +was the correct length of the black silk scarves which it was the custom +in the neighbourhood to send to dead people's friends; but the old +miser's funeral-scarves were a whole yard longer, and of such stiffly +ribbed silk that Mr. Soot, the mourning draper, assured my mother that +"it would stand of itself." The black gloves cost six shillings a pair, +and the sponge-cakes, which used to be sent with the gloves and scarves, +were on this occasion ornamented with weeping willows in white sugar. + +Jem and I enjoyed the cake, but the pride we felt in our scarves and +gloves was simply boundless. What pleased us particularly was that our +funeral finery was not enclosed with my father's. Mr. Soot's man +delivered three separate envelopes at the door, and they looked like +letters from some bereaved giant. The envelopes were twenty inches by +fourteen, and made of cartridge-paper; the black border was two inches +deep, and the black seals must have consumed a stick of sealing-wax +among them. They contained the gloves and the scarves, which were +lightly gathered together in the middle with knots of black gauze +ribbon. + +How exquisitely absurd Jem and I must have looked with four yards of +stiff black silk attached to our little hats I can imagine, if I cannot +clearly remember. My dear mother dressed us and saw us off (for, with +some curious relic of pre-civilized notions, women were not allowed to +appear at funerals), and I do not think she perceived anything odd in +our appearance. She was very gentle, and approved of everything that was +considered right by the people she was used to, and she had only two +anxieties about our scarves: first, that they should show the full four +yards of respect to the memory of the deceased; and secondly, that we +should keep them out of the dust, so that they might "come in useful +afterwards." + +She fretted a little because she had not thought of changing our gloves for +smaller sizes (they were eight and a quarter); but my father "pish"ed and +"pshaw"ed, and said it was better than if they had been too small, and that +we should be sure to be late if my mother went on fidgeting. So we pulled +them on--with ease--and picked up the tails of our hatbands--with +difficulty--and followed my father, our hearts beating with pride, and my +mother and the maids watching us from the door. We arrived quite +half-an-hour earlier than we need have done, but the lane was already +crowded with complimentary carriages, and curious bystanders, before whom +we held our heads and hatbands up; and the scent of the wild roses was lost +for that day in an all-pervading atmosphere of black dye. We were very +tired, I remember, by the time that our turn came to be put into a carriage +by Mr. Soot, who murmured--"Pocket-handkerchiefs, gentlemen"--and, +following the example of a very pale-faced stranger who was with us, we +drew out the clean handkerchiefs with which our mother had supplied us, and +covered our faces with them. + +At least Jem says he shut _his_ eyes tight, and kept his face covered +the whole way, but he always _was_ so conscientious! I held my +handkerchief as well as I could with my gloves; but I contrived to peep +from behind it, and to see the crowd that lined the road to watch us as +we wound slowly on. + +If these outsiders, who only saw the procession and the funeral, were +moved almost to enthusiasm by the miser's post-mortem liberality, it may +be believed that the guests who were bidden to the feast did not fail to +obey the ancient precept, and speak well of the dead. The tables (they +were rickety) literally groaned under the weight of eatables and +drinkables, and the dinner was so prolonged that Jem and I got terribly +tired, in spite of the fun of watching the faces of the men we did not +know, to see which got the reddest. + +My father wanted us to go home before the reading of the will, which +took place in the front parlour; but the lawyer said, "I think the young +gentlemen should remain," for which we were very much obliged to him; +though the pale-faced man said quite crossly--"Is there any special +reason for crowding the room with children, who are not even relatives +of the deceased?" which made us feel so much ashamed that I think we +should have slipped out by ourselves; but the lawyer, who made no +answer, pushed us gently before him to the top of the room, which was +soon far too full to get out of by the door. + +It was very damp and musty. In several places the paper hung in great +strips from the walls, and the oddest part of all was that every article +of furniture in the room, and even the hearthrug, was covered with +sheets of newspaper pinned over to preserve it. I sat in the corner of a +sofa, where I could read the trial of a man who murdered somebody +twenty-five years before, but I never got to the end of it, for it went +on behind a very fat man who sat next to me, and he leaned back all the +time and hid it. Jem sat on a little footstool, and fell asleep with his +head on my knee, and did not wake till I nudged him, when our names were +read out in the will. Even then he only half awoke, and the fat man +drove his elbow into me and hurt me dreadfully for whispering in Jem's +ear that the old miser had left us ten pounds apiece, for having saved +the life of his cat. + +I do not think any of the strangers (they were distant connections of +the old man; he had no near relations) had liked our being there; and +the lawyer, who was very kind, had had to tell them several times over +that we really had been invited to the funeral. After our legacies were +known about they were so cross that we managed to scramble through the +window, and wandered round the garden. As we sat under the trees we +could hear high words within, and by and by all the men came out and +talked in angry groups about the will. For when all was said and done, +it appeared that the old miser had not left a penny to any one of the +funeral party but Jem and me, and that he had left Walnut-tree Farm to a +certain Mrs. Wood, of whom nobody knew anything. + +"The wording is so peculiar," the fat man said to the pale-faced man and +a third who had come out with them; "'left to her as a sign of sympathy, +if not an act of reparation.' He must have known whether he owed her any +reparation or not, if he were in his senses." + +"Exactly. If he were in his senses," said the third man. + +"Where's the money?--that's what I say," said the pale-faced man. + +"Exactly, sir. That's what _I_ say, too," said the fat man. + +"There are only two fields, besides the house," said the third. "He must +have had money, and the lawyer knows of no investments of any kind, he +says." + +"Perhaps he has left it to his cat," he added, looking very nastily at +Jem and me. + +"It's oddly put, too," murmured the pale-faced relation. "The two +fields, the house and furniture, and everything of every sort therein +contained." And the lawyer coming up at that moment, he went slowly back +into the house, looking about him as he went, as if he had lost +something. + +As the lawyer approached, the fat man got very red in the face. + +"He was as mad as a hatter, sir," he said, "and we shall dispute the +will." + +"I think you will be wrong," said the lawyer, blandly. "He was +eccentric, my dear sir, very eccentric; but eccentricity is not +insanity, and you will find that the will will stand." + +Jem and I were sitting on an old garden-seat, but the men had talked +without paying any attention to us. At this moment Jem, who had left me +a minute or two before, came running back and said: "Jack! Do come and +look in at the parlour window. That man with the white face is peeping +everywhere, and under all the newspapers, and he's made himself so +dusty! It's such fun!" + +Too happy at the prospect of anything in the shape of fun, I followed +Jem on tiptoe, and when we stood by the open window with our hands over +our mouths to keep us from laughing, the pale-faced man was just +struggling with the inside lids of an old japanned tea-caddy. + +He did not see us, he was too busy, and he did not hear us, for he was +talking to himself, and we heard him say, "Everything of every sort +therein contained." + +I suppose the lawyer was right, and that the fat man was convinced of +it, for neither he nor any one else disputed the old miser's will. Jem +and I each opened an account in the Savings Bank, and Mrs. Wood came +into possession of the place. + +Public opinion went up and down a good deal about the old miser still. When +it leaked out that he had worded the invitation to his funeral to the +effect that, being quite unable to tolerate the follies of his +fellow-creatures, and the antics and absurdities which were necessary to +entertain them, he had much pleasure in welcoming his neighbours to a +feast, at which he could not reasonably be expected to preside--everybody +who heard it agreed that he must have been mad. + +But it was a long sentence to remember, and not a very easy one to +understand, and those who saw the plumes and the procession, and those +who had a talk with the undertaker, and those who got a yard more than +usual of such very good black silk, and those who were able to remember +what they had had for dinner, were all charitably inclined to believe +that the old man's heart had not been far from being in the right +place, at whatever angle his head had been set on. + +And then by degrees curiosity moved to Mrs. Wood. Who was she? What was +she like? What was she to the miser? Would she live at the farm? + +To some of these questions the carrier, who was the first to see her, +replied. She was "a quiet, genteel-looking sort of a grey-haired widow +lady, who looked as if she'd seen a deal of trouble, and was badly off." + +The neighbourhood was not unkindly, and many folk were ready to be civil +to the widow if she came to live there. + +"But she never will," everybody said. "She must let it. Perhaps the new +doctor might think of it at a low rent, he'd be glad of the field for +his horse. What could she do with an old place like that, and not a +penny to keep it up with?" + +What she did do was to have a school there, and that was how Walnut-tree +Farm became Walnut-tree Academy. + + + + +CHAPTER III. + + "What are little boys made of, made of? + What are little boys made of?" + _Nursery Rhyme_. + + +When the school was opened, Jem and I were sent there at once. Everybody +said it was "time we were sent somewhere," and that "we were getting too +wild for home." + +I got so tired of hearing this at last, that one day I was goaded to +reply that "home was getting too tame for me." And Jem, who always +backed me up, said, "And me too." For which piece of swagger we +forfeited our suppers; but when we went to bed we found pieces of cake +under our pillows, for my mother could not bear us to be short of food, +however badly we behaved. + +I do not know whether the trousers had anything to do with it, but about +the time that Jem and I were put into trousers we lived in a chronic +state of behaving badly. What makes me feel particularly ashamed in +thinking of it is, that I know it was not that we came under the +pressure of any overwhelming temptations to misbehave and yielded +through weakness, but that, according to an expressive nursery formula, +we were "seeing how naughty we could be." I think we were genuinely +anxious to see this undesirable climax; in some measure as a matter of +experiment, to which all boys are prone, and in which dangerous +experiments, and experiments likely to be followed by explosion, are +naturally preferred. Partly, too, from an irresistible impulse to "raise +a row," and take one's luck of the results. This craving to disturb the +calm current of events, and the good conduct and composure of one's +neighbours as a matter of diversion, must be incomprehensible by +phlegmatic people, who never feel it, whilst some Irishmen, I fancy, +never quite conquer it, perhaps because they never quite cease to be +boys. In any degree I do not for an instant excuse it, and in excess it +must be simply intolerable by better-regulated minds. + +But really, boys who are pickles should be put into jars with sound +stoppers, like other pickles, and I wonder that mothers and cooks do not +get pots like those that held the forty thieves, and do it. + +I fancy it was because we happened to be in this rough, defiant, +mischievous mood, just about the time that Mrs. Wood opened her school, +that we did not particularly like our school-mistress. If I had been +fifteen years older, I should soon have got beyond the first impression +created by her severe dress, close widow's cap and straight grey hair, +and have discovered that the outline of her face was absolutely +beautiful, and I might possibly have detected, what most people failed +to detect, that an odd unpleasing effect, caused by the contrast between +her general style, and an occasional lightness and rapidity and grace of +movement in her slender figure, came from the fact that she was much +younger than she looked and affected to be. The impression I did receive +of her appearance I communicated to my mother in far from respectful +pantomime. + +"Well, love, and what do you think of Mrs. Wood?" said she. + +"I think," chanted I, in that high brassy pitch of voice which Jem and I +had adopted for this bravado period of our existence--"I think she's +like our old white hen that turned up its eyes and died of the pip. +Lack-a-daisy-dee! Lack-a-daisy-dee!" + +And I twisted my body about, and strolled up and down the room with a +supposed travesty of Mrs. Wood's movements. + +"So she is," said faithful Jem. "Lack-a-daisy-dee! Lack-a-daisy-dee!" +and he wriggled about after me, and knocked over the Berlin +wool-basket. + +"Oh dear, oh dear!" said our poor mother. + +Jem righted the basket, and I took a run and a flying leap over it, and +having cleared it successfully, took another, and yet another, each one +soothing my feelings to the extent by which it shocked my mother's. At +the third bound, Jem, not to be behindhand, uttered a piercing yell from +behind the sofa. + +"Good gracious, what's the matter?" cried my mother. + +"It's the war-whoop of the Objibeway Indians," I promptly explained, and +having emitted another, to which I flattered myself Jem's had been as +nothing for hideousness, we departed in file to raise a row in the +kitchen. + +Summer passed into autumn. Jem and I really liked going to school, but +it was against our principles at that time to allow that we liked +anything that we ought to like. + +Some sincere but mistaken efforts to improve our principles were made, I +remember, by a middle-aged single lady, who had known my mother in her +girlhood, and who was visiting her at this unlucky stage of our career. +Having failed to cope with us directly, she adopted the plan of talking +improvingly to our mother and at us, and very severe some of her +remarks were, and I don't believe that Mother liked them any better +than we did. + +The severest she ever made were I think heightened in their severity by +the idea that we were paying unusual attention, as we sat on the floor a +little behind her one day. We were paying a great deal of attention, but +it was not so much to Miss Martin as to a stock of wood-lice which I had +collected, and which I was arranging on the carpet that Jem might see +how they roll themselves into smooth tight balls when you tease them. +But at last she talked so that we could not help attending. I dared not +say anything to her, but her own tactics were available. I put the +wood-lice back in my pocket, and stretching my arms yawningly above my +head, I said to Jem, "How dull it is! I wish I were a bandit." + +Jem generally outdid me if possible, from sheer willingness and loyalty +of spirit. + +"_I_ should like to be a burglar," said he. + +And then we both left the room very quietly and politely. But when we +got outside I said, "I hate that woman." + +"So do I," said Jem; "she regularly hectors over mother--I hate her +worst for that." + +"So do I. Jem, doesn't she take pills?" + +"I don't know--why?" + +"I believe she does; I'm certain I saw a box on her dressing-table. +Jem, run like a good chap and see, and if there is one, empty out the +pills and bring me the pill-box." + +Jem obeyed, and I sat down on the stairs and began to get the wood-lice +out again. There were twelve nice little black balls in my hand when Jem +came back with the pill-box. + +"Hooray!" I cried; "but knock out all the powder, it might smother them. +Now, give it to me." + +Jem danced with delight when I put the wood-lice in and put on the lid. + +"I hope she'll shake the box before she opens it," I said, as we +replaced it on the dressing-table. + +"I hope she will, or they won't be tight. Oh, Jack! Jack! _How many do +you suppose she takes at a time?_" + +We never knew, and what is more, we never knew what became of the +wood-lice, for, for some reason, she kept our counsel as well as her own +about the pill-box. + +One thing that helped to reconcile us to spending a good share of our +summer days in Walnut-tree Academy was that the school-mistress made us +very comfortable. Boys at our age are not very sensitive about matters +of taste and colour and so forth, but even we discovered that Mrs. Wood +had that knack of adapting rooms to their inhabitants, and making them +pleasant to the eye, which seems to be a trick at the end of some +people's fingers, and quite unlearnable by others. When she had made the +old miser's rooms to her mind, we might have understood, if we had +speculated about it, how it was that she had not profited by my mother's +sound advice to send all his "rubbishy odds and ends" (the irregularity +and ricketiness and dustiness of which made my mother shudder) to be +"sold at the nearest auction-rooms, and buy some good solid furniture of +the cabinet-maker who furnished for everybody in the neighbourhood, +which would be the cheapest in the long-run, besides making the rooms +look like other people's at last." That she evaded similar +recommendations of paperhangers and upholsterers, and of wall-papers and +carpets, and curtains with patterns that would "stand," and wear best, +and show dirt least, was a trifle in the eyes of all good housekeepers, +when our farming-man's daughter brought the amazing news with her to +Sunday tea, that "the missus" had had in old Sally, and had torn the +paper off the parlour, and had made Sally "lime-wash the walls, for all +the world as if it was a cellar." Moreover, she had "gone over" the +lower part herself, and was now painting on the top of that. There was +nothing for it, after this news, but to sigh and conclude that there +was something about the old place which made everybody a little queer +who came to live in it. + +But when Jem and I saw the parlour (which was now the school-room), we +decided that it "looked very nice," and was "uncommonly comfortable." +The change was certainly amazing, and made the funeral day seem longer +ago than it really was. The walls were not literally lime-washed; but +(which is the same thing, except for a little glue!) they were +distempered, a soft pale pea-green. About a yard deep above the wainscot +this was covered with a dark sombre green tint, and along the upper edge +of this, as a border all round the room, the school-mistress had painted +a trailing wreath of white periwinkle. The border was painted with the +same materials as the walls, and with very rapid touches. The white +flowers were skilfully relieved by the dark ground, and the varied tints +of the leaves, from the deep evergreen of the old ones to the pale +yellow of the young shoots, had demanded no new colours, and were +wonderfully life-like and pretty. There was another border, right round +the top of the room; but that was painted on paper and fastened on. It +was a Bible text--"Keep Innocency, and take heed to the thing that is +right, for that shall bring a man Peace at the last." And Mrs. Wood had +done the text also. + +There were no curtains to the broad, mullioned window, which was kept +wide open at every lattice; and one long shoot of ivy that had pushed in +farther than the rest had been seized, and pinned to the wall inside, +where its growth was a subject of study and calculation, during the many +moments when we were "trying to see" how little we could learn of our +lessons. The black-board stood on a polished easel; but the low seats +and desks were of plain pine like the floor, and they were scrupulously +scrubbed. The cool tint of the walls was somewhat cheered by coloured +maps and prints, and the school-mistress's chair (an old carved oak one +that had been much revived by bees-wax and turpentine since the miser's +days) stood on the left-hand side of the window--under "Keep Innocency," +and looking towards "Peace at the last." I know, for when we were all +writing or something of that sort, so that she could sit still, she used +to sit with her hands folded and look up at it, which was what made Jem +and me think of the old white hen that turned up its eyes; and made +Horace Simpson say that he believed she had done one of the letters +wrong, and could not help looking at it to see if it showed. And by the +school-mistress's chair was the lame boy's sofa. It was the very old +sofa covered with newspapers on which I had read about the murder, when +the lawyer was reading the will. But she had taken off the paper, and +covered it with turkey red, and red cushions, and a quilt of brown +holland and red bordering, to hide his crumpled legs, so that he looked +quite comfortable. + +I remember so well the first day that he came. His father was a parson +on the moors, and this boy had always wanted to go to school in spite of +his infirmity, and at last his father brought him in a light cart down +from the moors, to look at it; and when he got him out of the cart, he +carried him in. He was a big man, I remember, with grey hair and bent +shoulders, and a very old coat, for it split a little at one of the +seams as he was carrying him in, and we laughed. + +When they got into the room, he put the boy down, keeping his arm round +him, and wiped his face and said--"How deliciously cool!"--and the boy +stared all round with his great eyes, and then he lifted them to his +father's face and said--"I'll come here. I do like it. But not to-day, +my back is so bad." + +And what makes me know that Horace was wrong, and that Mrs. Wood had +made no mistake about the letters of the text, is that "Cripple +Charlie"--as we called him--could see it so well with lying down. And he +told me one day that when his back was very bad, and he got the fidgets +and could not keep still, he used to fix his eyes on "Peace," which had +gold round the letters, and shone, and that if he could keep steadily to +it, for a good bit, he always fell asleep at the last. But he was very +fanciful, poor chap! + +I do not think it was because Jem and I had any real wish to become +burglars that we made a raid on the walnuts that autumn. I do not even +think that we cared very much about the walnuts themselves. + +But when it is understood that the raid was to be a raid by night, or +rather in those very early hours of the morning which real burglars are +said almost to prefer; that it was necessary to provide ourselves with +thick sticks; that we should have to force the hedge and climb the +trees; that the said trees grew directly under the owner's bedroom +window, which made the chances of detection hazardously great; and that +walnut juice (as I have mentioned before) is of a peculiarly +unaccommodating nature, since it will neither disguise you at the time +nor wash off afterwards--it will be obvious that the dangers and +delights of the adventure were sufficient to blunt, for the moment, our +sense of the fact that we were deliberately going a-thieving. + +"Shall we wear black masks?" said Jem. + +On the whole I said "No," for I did not know where we should get them, +nor, if we did, how we should keep them on. + +"If she has a blunderbuss, and fires," said I, "you must duck your +head, remember; but if she springs the rattle we must cut and run." + +"Will her blunderbuss be loaded, do you think?" asked Jem. "Mother says +the one in _their_ room isn't; she told me so on Saturday. But she says +we're never to touch it, all the same, for you never can be sure about +things of that sort going off. Do you think Mrs. Wood's will be loaded?" + +"It may be," said I, "and of course she might load it if she thought she +heard robbers." + +"I heard father say that if you shoot a burglar outside it's murder," +said Jem, who seemed rather troubled by the thought of the blunderbuss; +"but if you shoot him inside it's self-defence." + +"Well, you may spring a rattle outside, anyway," said I; "and if hers +makes as much noise as ours, it'll be heard all the way here. So mind, +if she begins, you must jump down and cut home like mad." + +Armed with these instructions and our thick sticks, Jem and I crept out +of the house before the sun was up or a bird awake. The air seemed cold +after our warm beds, and the dew was so drenching in the hedge bottoms, +and on the wayside weeds of our favourite lane, that we were soaked to +the knees before we began to force the hedge. I did not think that grass +and wild-flowers could have held so much wet. By the time that we had +crossed the orchard, and I was preparing to grip the grandly scored +trunk of the nearest walnut-tree with my chilly legs, the heavy peeling, +the hard cracking, and the tedious picking of a green walnut was as +little pleasurable a notion as I had in my brain. + +All the same, I said (as firmly as my chattering teeth would allow) that +I was very glad we had come when we did, for that there certainly were +fewer walnuts on the tree than there had been the day before. + +"She's been at them," said I, almost indignantly. + +"Pickling," responded Jem with gloomy conciseness; and spurred by this +discovery to fresh enthusiasm for our exploit, we promptly planned +operations. + +"I'll go up the tree," said I, "and beat, and you can pick them as they +fall." + +Jem was, I fear, only too well accustomed to my arrogating the first +place in our joint undertakings, and after giving me "a leg up" to an +available bit of foothold, and handing up my stick, he waited patiently +below to gather what I beat down. + +The walnuts were few and far between, to say nothing of leaves between, +which in walnut-trees are large. The morning twilight was dim, my hands +were cold and feebler than my resolution. I had battered down a lot of +leaves and twigs, and two or three walnuts; the sun had got up at last, +but rather slowly, as if he found the morning chillier than he expected, +and a few rays were darting here and there across the lane, when Jem +gave a warning "Hush!" and I left off rustling in time to hear Mrs. +Wood's bedroom lattice opened, and to catch sight of something pushed +out into the morning mists. + +"Who's there?" said the school-mistress. + +Neither Jem nor I took upon us to inform her, and we were both seized +with anxiety to know what was at the window. He was too low down and I +too much buried in foliage to see clearly. Was it the rattle? I took a +hasty step downwards at the thought. Or was it the blunderbuss? In my +sudden move I slipped on the dew-damped branch, and cracked a rotten one +with my elbow, which made an appalling crash in the early stillness, and +sent a walnut--pop! on to Jem's hat, who had already ducked to avoid the +fire of the blunderbuss, and now fell on his face under the fullest +conviction that he had been shot. + +"Who's there?" said the school-mistress, and (my tumble having brought +me into a more exposed position) she added, "Is that you, Jack and Jem?" + +"It's me," said I, ungrammatically but stoutly, hoping that Jem at any +rate would slip off. + +But he had recovered himself and his loyalty, and unhesitatingly +announced, "No, it's me," and was picking the bits of grass off his +cheeks and knees when I got down beside him. + +"I'm sorry you came to take my walnuts like this," said the voice from +above. She had a particularly clear one, and we could hear it quite +well. "I got a basketful on purpose for you yesterday afternoon. If I +let it down by a string, do you think you can take it?" + +Happily she did not wait for a reply, as we could not have got a word +out between us; but by and by the basketful of walnuts was pushed +through the lattice and began to descend. It came slowly and unsteadily, +and we had abundant leisure to watch it, and also, as we looked up, to +discover what it was that had so puzzled me in Mrs. Wood's +appearance--that when I first discovered that it was a head and not a +blunderbuss at the window I had not recognized it for hers. + +She was without her widow's cap, which revealed the fact that her hair, +though the two narrow, smooth bands of it which appeared every day +beyond her cap were unmistakably grey, was different in some essential +respects from (say) Mrs. Jones's, our grey-haired washer-woman. The more +you saw of Mrs. Jones's head, the less hair you perceived her to have, +and the whiter that little appeared. Indeed, the knob into which it was +twisted at the back was much of the colour as well as of the size of a +tangled reel of dirty white cotton. But Mrs. Wood's hair was far more +abundant than our mother's, and it was darker underneath than on the +top--a fact which was more obvious when the knot into which it was +gathered in her neck was no longer hidden. Deep brown streaks were +mingled with the grey in the twists of this, and I could see them quite +well, for the outline of her head was dark against the white-washed +mullion of the window, and framed by ivy-leaves. As she leaned out to +lower the basket we could see her better and better, and, as it touched +the ground, the jerk pulled her forward, and the knot of her hair +uncoiled and rolled heavily over the window-sill. + +By this time the rays of the sun were level with the windows, and shone +full upon Mrs. Wood's face. I was very much absorbed in looking at her, +but I could not forget our peculiar position, and I had an important +question to put, which I did without more ado. + +"Please, madam, shall you tell Father?" + +"We only want to know," added Jem. + +She hesitated a minute, and then smiled. "No; I don't think you'll do it +again;" after which she disappeared. + +"She's certainly no sneak," said I, with an effort to be magnanimous, +for I would much rather she had sprung the rattle or fired the +blunderbuss. + +"And I say," said Jem, "isn't she pretty without her cap?" + +We looked ruefully at the walnuts. We had lost all appetite for them, +and they seemed disgustingly damp, with their green coats reeking with +black bruises. But we could not have left the basket behind, so we put +our sticks through the handles, and carried it like the Sunday picture +of the spies carrying the grapes of Eshcol. + +And Jem and I have often since agreed that we never in all our lives +felt so mean as on that occasion, and we sincerely hope that we never +may. + +Indeed, it is only in some books and some sermons that people are +divided into "the wicked" and "the good," and that "the wicked" have no +consciences at all. Jem and I had wilfully gone thieving, but we were +far from being utterly hardened, and the school-mistress's generosity +weighed heavily upon ours. Repentance and the desire to make atonement +seem to go pretty naturally together, and in my case they led to the +following dialogue with Jem, on the subject of two exquisite little +bantam hens and a cock, which were our joint property, and which were +known in the farmyard as "the Major and his wives." + +These titles (which vexed my dear mother from the first) had suggested +themselves to us on this wise. There was a certain little gentleman who +came to our church, a brewer by profession, and a major in the militia +by choice, who was so small and strutted so much that to the insolent +observation of boyhood he was "exactly like" our new bantam cock. Young +people are very apt to overhear what is not intended for their +knowledge, and somehow or other we learned that he was "courting" (as +his third wife) a lady of our parish. His former wives are buried in our +churchyard. Over the first he had raised an obelisk of marble, so costly +and affectionate that it had won the hearts of his neighbours in +general, and of his second wife in particular. When she died the gossips +wondered whether the Major would add her name to that of her +predecessor, or "go to the expense" of a new monument. He erected a +second obelisk, and it was taller than the first (height had a curious +fascination for him), and the inscription was more touching than the +other. This time the material was Aberdeen granite, and as that is most +difficult to cut, hard to polish, and heavy to transport, the expense +was enormous. These two monstrosities of mortuary pomp were the pride of +the parish, and they were familiarly known to us children (and to many +other people) as "the Major's wives." + +When we called the cock "the Major," we naturally called the hens "the +Major's wives." + +"My dears, I don't like that name at all," said my mother. "I never like +jokes about people who are dead. And for that matter, it really sounds +as if they were both alive, which is worse." + +It was during our naughty period, and I strutted on my heels till I must +have looked very like the little brewer himself, and said, "And why +shouldn't they both be alive? Fancy the Major with two wives, one on +each arm, and both as tall as the monuments! What fun!" + +As I said the words "one on each arm," I put up first one and then the +other of my own, and having got a satisfactory impetus during the rest +of my sentence, I crossed the parlour as a catherine-wheel under my +mother's nose. It was a new accomplishment, of which I was very proud, +and poor Jem somewhat envious. He was clumsy and could not manage it. + +"Oh!" ejaculated my mother, "Jack, I must speak to your father about +those dangerous tricks of yours. And it quite shocks me to hear you talk +in that light way about wicked things." + +Jem was to my rescue in a moment, driving his hands into the pockets of +his blouse, and turning them up to see how soon he might hope that his +fingers would burst through the lining. + +"Jacob had two wives," he said; and he chanted on, quoting imperfectly +from Dr. Watts's _Scripture Catechism_, "And Jacob was a good man, +therefore his brother hated him." + +"No, no, Jem," said I, "that was Abel. Jacob was Isaac's younger son, +and----" + +"Hush! Hush! Hush!" said my mother. "You're not to do Sunday lessons on +week-days. What terrible boys you are!" And, avoiding to fight about +Jacob's wives with Jem, who was pertinacious and said very odd things, +my mother did what women often do and are often wise in doing--she laid +down her weapons and began to beseech. + +"My darlings, call your nice little hens some other names. Poor old +mother doesn't like those." + +I was melted in an instant, and began to cast about in my head for new +titles. But Jem was softly obstinate, and he had inherited some of my +mother's wheedling ways. He took his hands from his pockets, flung his +arms recklessly round her clean collar, and began stroking (or +_pooring_, as we called it) her head with his grubby paws. And as he +_poored_ he coaxed--"Dear nice old mammy! It's only us. What can it +matter? Do let us call our bantams what we like." + +And my mother gave in before I had time to. + +The dialogue I held with Jem about the bantams after the walnut raid was +as follows: + +"Jem, you're awfully fond of the 'Major and his wives,' I suppose?" + +"Ye-es," said Jem, "_I am_. But I don't mind, Jack, if you want them for +your very own. I'll give up my share,"--and he sighed. + +"I never saw such a good chap as you are, Jem. But it's not that. I +thought we might give them to Mrs. Wood. It was so beastly about those +disgusting walnuts." + +"I can't touch walnut pickle now," said Jem, feelingly. + +"It'd be a very handsome present," said I. + +"They took a prize at the Agricultural," said Jem. + +"I know she likes eggs. She beats 'em into a froth and feeds Charlie +with 'em," said I. + +"I think I could eat walnut pickle again if I knew she had the bantams," +sighed Jem, who was really devoted to the little cock-major and the +auburn-feathered hens. + +"We'll take 'em this afternoon," I said. + +We did so--in a basket, Eshcol-grape wise, like the walnuts. When we +told Mother, she made no objection. She would have given her own head +off her shoulders if, by ill-luck, any passer-by had thought of asking +for it. Besides, it solved the difficulty of the objectionable names. + +Mrs. Wood was very loth to take our bantams, but of course Jem and I +were not going to recall a gift, so she took them at last, and I think +she was very much pleased with them. + +She had got her cap on again, tied under her chin, and nothing to be +seen of her hair but the very grey piece in front. It made her look so +different that I could not keep my eyes off her whilst she was talking, +though I knew quite well how rude it is to stare. And my head got so +full of it that I said at last, in spite of myself, "Please, madam, why +is it that part of your hair is grey and part of it dark?" + +Her face got rather red, she did not answer for a minute; and Jem, to my +great relief, changed the subject, by saying, "We were very much obliged +to you for not telling Father about the walnuts." + +Mrs. Wood leaned back against the high carving of her old chair and +smiled, and said very slowly, "Would he have been very angry?" + +"He'd have flogged us, I expect," said I. + +"And I expect," continued Jem, "that he'd have said to us what he said +to Bob Furniss when he took the filberts: 'If you begin by stealing +nuts, you'll end by being transported.' Do you think Jack and I shall +end by being transported?" added Jem, who had a merciless talent for +applying general principles to individual cases. + +Mrs. Wood made no reply, neither did she move, but her eyelids fell, +and then her eyes looked far worse than if they had been shut, for there +was a little bit open, with nothing but white to be seen. She was still +rather red, and she did not visibly breathe. I have no idea for how many +seconds I had gazed stupidly at her, when Jem gasped, "Is she dead?" + +Then I became terror-struck, and crying, "Let's find Mary Anne!" fled +into the kitchen, closely followed by Jem. + +"She's took with them fits occasional," said Mary Anne, and depositing a +dripping tin she ran to the parlour. We followed in time to see her +stooping over the chair and speaking very loudly in the +school-mistress's ear, + +"I'll lay ye down, ma'am, shall I?" + +But still the widow was silent, on which Mary Anne took her up in her +brawny arms, and laid her on "Cripple Charlie's" sofa, and covered her +with the quilt. + +We settled the Major and his wives into their new abode, and then +hurried home to my mother, who put on her bonnet, and took a bottle of +something, and went off to the farm. + +She did not come back till tea-time, and then she was full of poor Mrs. +Wood. "Most curious attacks," she explained to my father; "she can +neither move nor speak, and yet she hears everything, though she +doesn't always remember afterwards. She said she thought it was +'trouble,' poor soul!" + +"What brought this one on?" said my father. + +"I can't make out," said my mother. "I hope you boys did nothing to +frighten her, eh? Are you sure you didn't do one of those dreadful +wheels, Jack?" + +This I indignantly denied, and Jem supported me. + +My mother's sympathy had been so deeply enlisted, and her report was so +detailed, that Jem and I became bored at last, besides resenting the +notion that we had been to blame. I gave one look into the strawberry +jam pot, and finding it empty, said my grace and added, "Women are a +poor lot, always turning up their eyes and having fits about nothing. I +know one thing, nobody 'll ever catch _me_ being bothered with a wife." + +"Nor me neither," said Jem. + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + + "The bee, a more adventurous colonist than man." + W.C. BRYANT. + + "Some silent laws our hearts will make, + Which they shall long obey; + We for the year to come may take + Our temper from to-day."--WORDSWORTH. + + +"You know what an Apiary is, Isaac, of course?" + +I was sitting in the bee-master's cottage, opposite to him, in an +arm-chair, which was the counterpart of his own, both of them having +circular backs, diamond-shaped seats, and chintz cushions with frills. +It was the summer following that in which Jem and I had tried to see how +badly we could behave; this uncivilized phase had abated: Jem used to +ride about a great deal with my father, and I had become intimate with +Isaac Irvine. + +"You know what an Apiary is, Isaac?" said I. + +"A what, sir?" + +"An A-P-I-A-R-Y." + +"To be sure, sir, to be sure," said Isaac. "An _appyary_" (so he was +pleased to pronounce it), "I should be familiar with the name, sir, from +my bee-book, but I never calls my own stock anything but the beehives. +_Beehives_ is a good, straightforward sort of a name, sir, and it serves +my turn." + +"Ah, but you see we haven't come to the B's yet," said I, alluding to +what I was thinking of. + +"Does your father think of keeping 'em, sir?" said Isaac, alluding to +what he was thinking of. + +"Oh, he means to have them bound, I believe," was my reply. + +The bee-master now betrayed his bewilderment, and we had a hearty laugh +when we discovered that he had been talking about bees whilst I had been +talking about the weekly numbers of the _Penny Cyclopędia_, which had +not as yet reached the letter B, but in which I had found an article on +Master Isaac's craft, under the word Apiary, which had greatly +interested me, and ought, I thought, to be interesting to the +bee-keeper. Still thinking of this I said, + +"Do you ever take your bees away from home, Isaac?" + +"They're on the moors now, sir," said Isaac. + +"_Are_ they?" I exclaimed. "Then you're like the Egyptians, and like the +French, and the Piedmontese; only you didn't take them in a barge." + +"Why, no, sir. The canal don't go nigh-hand of the moors at all." + +"The Egyptians," said I, leaning back into the capacious arms of my +chair, and epitomizing what I had read, "who live in Lower Egypt put all +their beehives into boats and take them on the river to Upper Egypt. +Right up at that end of the Nile the flowers come out earliest, and the +bees get all the good out of them there, and then the boats are moved +lower down to where the same kind of flowers are only just beginning to +blossom, and the bees get all the good out of them there, and so on, and +on, and on, till they've travelled right through Egypt, with all the +hives piled up, and come back in the boats to where they started from." + +"And every hive a mighty different weight to what it was when they did +start, I'll warrant," said Master Isaac enthusiastically. "Did you find +all that in those penny numbers, Master Jack?" + +"Yes, and oh, lots more, Isaac! About lots of things and lots of +countries." + +"Scholarship's a fine thing," said the bee-master, "and seeing foreign +parts is a fine thing, and many's the time I've wished for both. I +suppose that's the same Egypt that's in the Bible, sir?" + +"Yes," said I, "and the same river Nile that Moses was put on in the ark +of bulrushes." + +"There's no countries I'd like to see better than them Bible +countries," said Master Isaac, "and I've wished it more ever since that +gentleman was here that gave that lecture in the school, with the Holy +Land magic-lantern. He'd been there himself, and he explained all the +slides. They were grand, some of 'em, when you got 'em straight and +steady for a bit. They're an awkward thing to manage, is slides, sir, +and the school-master he wasn't much good at 'em, he said, and that +young scoundrel Bob Furniss and another lad got in a hole below the +platform and pulled the sheet. But when you did get 'em, right side up, +and the light as it should be, they _were_ grand! There was one they +called the Wailing Place of the Jews, with every stone standing out as +fair as the flags on this floor. John Binder, the mason, was at my elbow +when that came on, and he clapped his hands, and says he, 'Well, yon +beats all!' But the one for my choice, sir, was the Garden of Gethsemane +by moonlight. I'd only gone to the penny places, for I'm a good size and +can look over most folks' heads, but I thought I must see that a bit +nearer, cost what it might. So I found a shilling, and I says to the +young fellow at the door (it was the pupil-teacher), 'I must go a bit +nearer to yon.' And he says, 'You're not going into the reserved seats, +Isaac?' So I says, 'Don't put yourself about, my lad, I shan't interfere +with the quality; but if half a day's wage 'll bring me nearer to the +Garden of Gethsemane, I'm bound to go.' And I went. I didn't intrude +myself on nobody, though one gentleman was for making room for me at +once, and twice over he offered me a seat beside him. But I knew my +manners, and I said, 'Thank you, sir, I can see as I stand.' And I did +see right well, and kicked Bob Furniss too, which was good for all +parties. But I'd like to see the very places themselves, Master Jack." + +"So should I," said I; "but I should like to go farther, all round the +world, I think. Do you know, Isaac, you wouldn't believe what curious +beasts there are in other countries, and what wonderful people and +places! Why, we've only got to ATH--No. 135--now; it leaves off at +_Athanagilde_, a captain of the Spanish Goths--he's nobody, but there +are _such_ apes in that number! The Mono--there's a picture of him, just +like a man with a tail and horrid feet, who used to sit with the negro +women when they were at work, and play with bits of paper; and a Quata, +who used to be sent to the tavern for wine, and when the children pelted +him he put down the wine and threw stones at them. And there are +pictures in all the numbers, of birds and ant-eaters and antelopes, and +I don't know what. The Mono and the Quata live in the West Indies, I +think. You see, I think the A's are rather good numbers; very likely, +for there's America, and Asia, and Africa, and Arabia, and Abyssinia, +and there'll be Australia before we come to the B's. Oh, Isaac! I do +wish I could go round the world!" + +I sighed, and the bee-master sighed also, with a profundity that made +his chair creak, well-seasoned as it was. Then he said, "But I'll say +this, Master Jack, next to going to such places the reading about 'em +must come. A penny a week's a penny a week to a poor man, but I reckon I +shall have to make shift to take in those numbers myself." + +Isaac did not take them in, however, for I used to take ours down to his +cottage, and read them aloud to him instead. He liked this much better +than if he had had to read to himself--he said he could understand +reading better when he heard it than when he saw it. For my own part I +enjoyed it very much, and I fancy I read rather well, it being a point +on which Mrs. Wood expended much trouble with us. + +"Listen, Isaac," said I on my next visit; "this is what I meant about +the barge"--and resting the Penny Number on the arm of my chair, I read +aloud to the attentive bee-master--"'Goldsmith describes from his own +observation a kind of floating apiary in some parts of France and +Piedmont. They have on board of one barge, he says, threescore or a +hundred beehives----'" + +"That's an appy-ary if ye like, sir!" ejaculated Master Isaac, +interrupting his pipe and me to make way for the observation. + +"Somebody saw 'a convoy of _four thousand_ hives----' on the Nile," said +I. + +The bee-master gave a resigned sigh. "Go on, Master Jack," said he. + +"'--well defended from the inclemency of an accidental storm,'" I +proceeded; "'and with these the owners float quietly down the stream; +one beehive yields the proprietor a considerable income. Why, he adds, a +method similar to this has never been adopted in England, where we have +more gentle rivers and more flowery banks than in any other part of the +world, I know not; certainly it might be turned to advantage, and yield +the possessor a secure, though perhaps a moderate, income.'" + +I was very fond of the canal which ran near us (and was, for that +matter, a parish boundary): and the barges, with their cargoes, were +always interesting to me; but a bargeful of bees seemed something quite +out of the common. I thought I should rather like to float down a gentle +river between flowery banks, surrounded by beehives on which I could +rely to furnish me with a secure though moderate income; and I said so. + +"So should I, sir," said the bee-master. "And I should uncommon like to +ha' seen the one beehive that brought in a considerable income. Honey +must have been very dear in those parts, Master Jack. However, it's in +the book, so I suppose it's right enough." + +I made no defence of the veracity of the _Cyclopędia_, for I was +thinking of something else, of which, after a few moments, I spoke. + +"Isaac, you don't stay with your bees on the moors. Do you ever go to +see them?" + +"To be sure I do, Master Jack, nigh every Sunday through the season. I +start after I get back from morning church, and I come home in the dark, +or by moonlight. My missus goes to church in the afternoons, and for +that bit she locks up the house." + +"Oh, I wish you'd take me the next time!" said I. + +"To be sure I will, and too glad sir, if you're allowed to go." + +That _was_ the difficulty, and I knew it. No one who has not lived in a +household of old-fashioned middle-class country folk of our type has any +notion how difficult it is for anybody to do anything unusual therein. +In such a well-fitted but unelastic establishment the dinner-hour, the +carriage horses, hot water, bedtime, candles, the post, the wash-day, +and an extra blanket, from being the ministers of one's comfort, become +the stern arbiters of one's fate. Spring cleaning--which is something +like what it would be to build, paint, and furnish a house, and to "do +it at home"--takes place as naturally as the season it celebrates; but +if you want the front door kept open after the usual hour for drawing +the bolts and hanging the robbers' bell, it's odds if the master of the +house has not an apoplectic fit, and if servants of twelve and fourteen +years' standing do not give warning. + +And what is difficult on week-days is on Sundays next door to +impossible, for obvious reasons. + +But one's parents, though they have their little ways like other +people, are, as a rule--oh, my heart! made sadder and wiser by the +world's rough experiences, bear witness!--very indulgent; and after a +good many ups and downs, and some compromising and coaxing, I got my +way. + +On one point my mother was firm, and I feared this would be an +insuperable difficulty. I must go twice to church, as our Sunday custom +was--a custom which she saw no good reason for me to break. It is easy +to smile at her punctiliousness on this score; but after all these +years, and on the whole, I think she was right. An unexpected compromise +came to my rescue, however: Isaac Irvine's bees were in the parish of +Cripple Charlie's father, within a stone's throw (by the bee-master's +strong arm) of the church itself, which was a small minster among the +moors. Here I promised faithfully to attend Evening Prayer, for which we +should be in time; and I started, by Isaac Irvine's side, on my first +real "expedition" on the first Sunday in August, with my mother's +blessing and a threepenny-bit with a hole in it, "in case of a +collection." + +We dined before we started, I with the rest, and Isaac in our kitchen; +but I had no great appetite--I was too much excited--and I willingly +accepted some large sandwiches made with thick slices of home-made bread +and liberal layers of home-made potted meat, "in case I should feel +hungry" before I got there. + +It pains me to think how distressed my mother was because I insisted on +carrying the sandwiches in a red and orange spotted handkerchief, which +I had purchased with my own pocket-money, and to which I was deeply +attached, partly from the bombastic nature of the pattern, and partly +because it was big enough for any grown-up man. "It made me look like a +tramping sailor," she said. I did not tell her that this was precisely +the effect at which I aimed, though it was the case; but I coaxed her +into permitting it, and I abstained from passing a certain knowing +little ash stick through the knot, and hoisting the bundle over my left +shoulder, till I was well out of the grounds. + +My efforts to spare her feelings on this point, however, proved vain. +She ran to the landing-window to watch me out of sight, and had a full +view of my figure as I swaggered with a business-like gait by Isaac's +side up the first long hill, having set my hat on the back of my head +with an affectation of profuse heat, my right hand in the bee-master's +coat-pocket for support, and my left holding the stick and bundle at an +angle as showy and sailor-like as I could assume. + +"And they'll just meet the Ebenezer folk coming out of chapel, ma'am!" +said our housemaid over my mother's shoulder, by way of consolation. + +Our journey was up-hill, for which I was quite prepared. The blue and +purple outline of the moors formed the horizon line visible from our +gardens, whose mistiness or clearness was prophetic of the coming +weather, and over which the wind was supposed to blow with uncommon +"healthfulness." I had been there once to blow away the whooping-cough, +and I could remember that the sandy road wound up and up, but I did not +appreciate till that Sunday how tiring a steady ascent of nearly five +miles may be. + +We were within sight of the church and within hearing of the bells, when +we reached a wayside trough, whose brimming measure was for ever +overflowed by as bright a rill as ever trickled down a hill-side. + +"It's only the first peal," said Master Isaac, seating himself on the +sandy bank, and wiping his brows. + +My well-accustomed ears confirmed his statement. The bells moved too +slowly for either the second or the third peal, and we had twenty +minutes at our disposal. + +It was then that I knew (for the first but not the last time) what +refreshment for the weary a spotted handkerchief may hold. The +bee-master and I divided the sandwiches, and washed them down with +handfuls of the running rill, so fresh, so cold, so limpid, that (like +the saints and martyrs of a faith) it would convert any one to +water-drinking who did not reflect on the commoner and less shining +streams which come to us through lead pipes and in evil communication +with sewers. + +We were cool and tidy by the time that the little "Tom Tinkler" bell +began to "hurry up." + +"You're coming, aren't you?" said I, checked at the churchyard gate by +an instinct of some hesitation on Isaac's part. + +"Well, I suppose I am, sir," said the bee-master, and in he came. + +The thick walls, the stained windows, and the stone floor, which was +below the level of the churchyard, made the church very cool. Master +Isaac and I seated ourselves so that we had a good view within, and +could also catch a peep through the open porch of the sunlit country +outside. Charlie's father was in his place when we got in; his +threadbare coat was covered by the white linen of his office, and I do +not think it would have been possible even to my levity to have felt +anything but a respectful awe of him in church. + +The cares of this life are not as a rule improving to the countenance. +No one who watches faces can have failed to observe that more beauty is +marred and youth curtailed by vulgar worry than by almost any other +disfigurement. In the less educated classes, where self-control is not +very habitual, and where interests beyond petty and personal ones are +rare, the soft brows and tender lips of girlhood are too often puckered +and hardened by mean anxieties, even where these do not affect the girls +personally, but only imitatively, and as the daily interests of their +station in life. In such cases the discontented, careworn look is by no +means a certain indication of corresponding suffering, but there are too +many others in which tempers that should have been generous, and faces +that should have been noble, and aims that should have been high, are +blurred and blunted by the real weight of real everyday care. + +There are yet others; in which the spirit is too strong for mortal +accidents to pull it down--minds that the narrowest career cannot +vulgarize--faces to which care but adds a look of pathos--souls which +keep their aims and faiths apart from the fluctuations of "the things +that are seen." The personal influence of natures of this type is +generally very large, and it was very large in the case of Cripple +Charlie's father, and made him a sort of Prophet, Priest, and King over +a rough and scattered population, with whom the shy, scholarly poor +gentleman had not otherwise much in common. + +It was his personal influence, I am sure, which made the congregation so +devout! There is one rule which, I believe, applies to all +congregations, of every denomination, and any kind of ritual, and that +is, that the enthusiasm of the congregation is in direct proportion to +the enthusiasm of the minister; not merely to his personal worth, nor +even to his popularity, for people who rather dislike a clergyman, and +disapprove of his service, will say a louder Amen at his giving of +thanks if his own feelings have a touch of fire, than they would to that +of a more perfunctory parson whom they liked better. As is the +heartiness of the priest, so is the heartiness of the people--with such +strictness that one is disposed almost to credit some of it to actual +magnetism. _Response_ is no empty word in public worship. + +It was no empty word on this occasion. From the ancient clerk (who kept +a life-interest in what were now the duties of a choir) to some gaping +farm-lads at my back, everybody said and sang to the utmost of his +ability. I may add that Isaac and I involuntarily displayed a zeal which +was in excess of our Sunday customs; and if my tongue moved glibly +enough with the choir, the bee-master found many an elderly parishioner +besides himself and the clerk who "took" both prayer and praise at such +independent paces as suited their individual scholarship, spectacles, +and notions of reverence. + +It crowned my satisfaction when I found that there was to be a +collection. The hymn to which the churchwardens moved about, gathering +the pence, whose numbers and noisiness seemed in keeping with the rest +of the service, was a well-known one to us all. It was the favourite +evening hymn of the district. I knew every syllable of it, for Jem and I +always sang hymns (and invariably this one) with my dear mother, on +Sunday evening after supper. When we were good, we liked it, and, +picking one favourite after another, we often sang nearly through the +hymn-book. When we were naughty, we displayed a good deal of skill in +making derisive faces behind my mother's back, as she sat at the piano, +without betraying ourselves, and in getting our tongues out and in again +during the natural pauses and convolutions of the tune. But these +occasional fits of boyish profanity did not hinder me from having an +equally boyish fund of reverence and enthusiasm at the bottom of my +heart, and it was with proud and pleasurable emotions that I heard the +old clerk give forth the familiar first lines, + + "Soon shall the evening star with silver ray + Shed its mild lustre o'er this sacred day," + +and got my threepenny-bit ready between my finger and thumb. + +Away went the organ, which was played by the vicar's eldest +daughter--away went the vicar's second daughter, who "led the singing" +from the vicarage pew with a voice like a bird--away went the choir, +which, in spite of surplices, could not be cured of waiting half a beat +for her--and away went the congregation--young men and maidens, old men +and children--in one broad tide of somewhat irregular harmony. Isaac did +not know the words as well as I did, so I lent him my hymn-book; one +result of which was, that the print being small, and the sense of a hymn +being in his view a far more important matter than the sound of it, he +preached rather than sang--in an unequal cadence which was perturbing to +my more musical ear--the familiar lines, + + "Still let each awful truth our thoughts engage, + That shines revealed on inspiration's page; + Nor those blest hours in vain amusement waste + Which all who lavish shall lament at last." + +During the next verse my devotions were a little distracted by the +gradual approach of a churchwarden for my threepenny-bit, which was hot +with three verses of expectant fingering. Then, to my relief, he took +it, and the bee-master's contribution, and I felt calmer, and listened +to the little prelude which it was always the custom for the organist to +play before the final verse of a hymn. It was also the custom to sing +the last verse as loudly as possible, though this is by no means +invariably appropriate. It fitted the present occasion fairly enough. +From where I stood I could see the bellows-blower (the magnetic current +of enthusiasm flowed even to the back of the organ) nerve himself to +prodigious pumping--Charlie's sister drew out all the stops--the vicar +passed from the prayer-desk to the pulpit with the rapt look of a man +who walks in a prophetic dream--we pulled ourselves together, Master +Isaac brought the hymn book close to his glasses, and when the +tantalizing prelude was past we burst forth with a volume which merged +all discrepancies. As far as I am able to judge of my own performance, +I fear I _bawled_ (I'm sure the boy behind me did), + + "Father of Heaven, in Whom our hopes confide, + Whose power defends us, and Whose precepts guide, + In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, + Glory supreme be Thine till time shall end!" + +The sermon was short, and when the service was over Master Isaac and I +spent a delightful afternoon with his bees among the heather. The +"evening star" had come out when we had some tea in the village inn, and +we walked home by moonlight. There was neither wind nor sun, but the air +was almost oppressively pure. The moonshine had taken the colour out of +the sandy road and the heather, and had painted black shadows by every +boulder, and most things looked asleep except the rill that went on +running. Only we and the rabbits, and the night moths and the beetles, +seemed to be stirring. An occasional bat appeared and vanished like a +spectral illusion, and I saw one owl flap across the moor with level +wings against the moon. + +"Oh, I _have_ enjoyed it!" was all I could say when I parted from the +bee-master. + +"And so have I, Master Jack," was his reply, and he hesitated as if he +had something more to say, and then he said it. "I never enjoyed it as +much, and you can thank your mother, sir, with old Isaac's duty, for +sending us to church. I'm sure I don't know why I never went before when +I was up yonder, for I always took notice of the bells. I reckon I +thought I hadn't time, but you can say, with my respects, sir, that +please GOD I shan't miss again." + +I believe he never did; and Cripple Charlie's father came to look on him +as half a parishioner. + +I was glad I had not shirked Evening Prayer myself, though (my sex and +age considered) it was not to be expected that I should comfort my +mother's heart by confessing as much. Let me confess it now, and confess +also that if it was the first time, it was not the last that I have had +cause to realize--oh women, for our sakes remember it!--into what light +and gentle hands GOD lays the reins that guide men's better selves. + + * * * * * + +The most remarkable event of the day happened at the end of it. Whilst +Isaac was feeling the weight of one of his hives, and just after I lost +chase of a very peculiar-looking beetle, from his squeezing himself away +from me under a boulder, I had caught sight of a bit of white heather, +and then bethought me of gathering a nosegay (to include this rarity) of +moor flowers and grasses for Mrs. Wood. So when we reached the lane on +our way home, I bade Isaac good-night, and said I would just run in by +the back way into the farm (we never called it the Academy) and leave +the flowers, that the school-mistress might put them in water. Mary Anne +was in the kitchen. + +"Where's Mrs. Wood?" said I, when she had got over that silly squeak +women always give when you come suddenly on them. + +"Dear, dear, Master Jack! what a turn you did give me! I thought it was +the tramp." + +"What tramp?" said I. + +"Why, a great lanky man that came skulking here a bit since, and asked +for the missus. She was down the garden, and I've half a notion he went +after her. I wish you'd go and look for her, Master Jack, and fetch her +in. It's as damp as dear knows what, and she takes no more care of +herself than a baby. And I'd be glad to know that man was off the place. +There's wall-fruit and lots of things about, a low fellow like that +might pick up." + +My ears felt a little hot at this allusion to low fellows and garden +thieving, and I hurried off to do Mary Anne's bidding without further +parley. There was a cloud over the moon as I ran down the back garden, +but when I was nearly at the end the moon burst forth again, so that I +could see. And this is what I saw:-- + +First, a white thing lying on the ground, and it was the widow's cap, +and then Mrs. Wood herself, with a gaunt lanky-looking man, such as Mary +Anne had described. Her head came nearly to his shoulder, as I was well +able to judge, for he was holding it in his hands and had laid his own +upon it, as if it were a natural resting-place. And his hair coming +against the darker part of hers, I could see that his was grey all over. +Up to this point I had been too much stupefied to move, and I had just +become conscious that I ought to go, when the white cap lying in the +moonlight seemed to catch his eye as it had caught mine; and he set his +heel on it with a vehemence that made me anxious to be off. I could not +resist one look back as I left the garden, if only to make sure that I +had not been dreaming. No, they were there still, and he was lifting the +coil of her hair, which I suppose had come down when the cap was pulled +off, and it took the full stretch of his arm to do so, before it fell +heavily from his fingers. + +When I presented myself to my mother with the bunch of flowers still in +my hand, she said, "Did my Jack get these for Mother?" + +I shook my head. "No, Mother. For Mrs. Wood." + +"You might have called at the farm as you passed," said she. + +"I did!" said I. + +"Couldn't you see Mrs. Wood, love?" + +"Yes, I saw her, but she'd got the tramp with her." + +"What tramp?" asked my mother in a horror-struck voice, which seemed +quite natural to me, for I had been brought up to rank tramps in the +same "dangerous class" with mad dogs, stray bulls, drunken men, and +other things which it is undesirable to meet. + +"The great lanky one," I explained, quoting from Mary Anne. + +"What was he doing with Mrs. Wood?" asked my mother anxiously. + +I had not yet recovered from my own bewilderment, and was reckless of +the shock inflicted by my reply. + +"_Pooring_ her head, and kissing it." + + + + +CHAPTER V. + + "To each his sufferings; all are men + Condemned alike to groan. + The tender for another's pain--" + GRAY. + + +Not even the miser's funeral had produced in the neighbourhood anything +like the excitement which followed that Sunday evening. At first my +mother--her mind filled by the simplest form of the problem, namely, +that Mrs. Wood was in the hands of a tramp--wished my father to take the +blunderbuss in his hand and step down to the farm. He had "pish"ed and +"pshaw"ed about the blunderbuss, and was beginning to say more, when I +was dismissed to bed, where I wandered back over the moors in uneasy +dreams, and woke with the horror of a tramp's hand upon my shoulder. +After suffering the terrors of night for some time, and finding myself +no braver with my head under the bedclothes than above them, I began +conscientiously to try my mother's family recipe for "bad dreams and +being afraid in the dark." This was to "say over" the Benedicite +correctly, which (if by a rare chance one were still awake at the end) +was to be followed by a succession of the hymns one knew by heart. It +required an effort to _begin_, and to _really try_, but the children of +such mothers as ours are taught to make efforts, and once fairly +started, and holding on as a duty, it certainly did tend to divert the +mind from burglars and ghosts, to get the beasts, creeping things, and +fowls of the air into their right places in the chorus of benedictions. +That Jem never could discriminate between the "Dews and Frosts" and +"Frost and Cold" verses needs no telling. I have often finished and +still been frightened and had to fall back upon the hymns, but this +night I began to dream pleasanter dreams of Charlie's father and the +bee-master before I got to the holy and humble men of heart. + +I slept long then, and Mother would not let me be awakened. When I did +open my eyes Jem was sitting at the end of the bed, dying to tell me the +news. + +"Jack! you have waked, haven't you? I see your eyes. Don't shut 'em +again. What _do_ you think? _Mrs. Wood's husband has come home!_" + +I never knew the ins and outs of the story very exactly. At the time +that what did become generally known was fresh in people's minds Jem and +I were not by way of being admitted to "grown-up" conversations; and +though Mrs. Wood's husband and I became intimate friends, I neither +wished nor dared to ask him more about his past than he chose to tell, +for I knew enough to know that it must be a most intolerable pain to +recall it. + +What we had all heard of the story was this. Mr. Wood had been a head +clerk in a house of business. A great forgery was committed against his +employers, and he was accused. He was tried, condemned, and sentenced to +fourteen years' penal servitude, which, in those days, meant +transportation abroad. For some little time the jury had not been +unanimous. One man doubted the prisoner's guilt--the man we afterwards +knew as the old miser of Walnut-tree Farm. But he was over-persuaded at +last, and Mr. Wood was convicted and sentenced. He had spent ten years +of his penal servitude in Bermuda when a man lying in Maidstone Jail +under sentence of death for murder, confessed (amongst other crimes of +which he disburdened his conscience) that it was he, and not the man who +had been condemned, who had committed the forgery. Investigation +confirmed the truth of this statement, and Mr. Wood was "pardoned" and +brought home. + +He had just come. He was the tramp. + +In this life the old miser never knew that his first judgment had been +the just one, but the doubt which seems always to have haunted +him--whether he had not helped to condemn the innocent--was the reason +of his bequest to the convict's wife, and explained much of the +mysterious wording of the will. + +It was a tragic tale, and gave a terrible interest to the gaunt, +white-haired, shattered-looking man who was the hero of it. It had one +point of special awe for me, and I used to watch him in church and think +of it, till I am ashamed to say that I forgot even when to stand up and +sit down. He had served ten years of his sentence. Ten years! Ten times +three hundred and sixty-five days! All the days of the years of my life. +The weight of that undeserved punishment had fallen on him the year that +I was born, and all that long, long time of home with Mother and Father +and Jem--all the haymaking summers and snowballing winters--whilst Jem +and I had never been away from home, and had had so much fun, and +nothing very horrid that I could call to mind except the mumps--he had +been an exile working in chains. I remember rousing up with a start from +the realization of this one Sunday to find myself still standing in the +middle of the Litany. My mother was behaving too well herself to find me +out, and though Jem was giggling he dared not move, because he was +kneeling next my father, whose back was turned to me. I knelt down, and +started to hear the parson say--"show Thy pity upon all prisoners and +captives!" And then I knew what it is to wish when it is too late. For I +did so wish I had really prayed for prisoners and captives every Sunday, +because then I should have prayed for that poor man nearly all the long +time he had been so miserable; for we began to go to church very early, +and one learns to pray easier and sooner than one learns anything else. + +All this had happened in the holidays, but when they were over school +opened as before, and with additional scholars; for sympathy was wide +and warm with the school-mistress. Strangely enough, both partners in +the firm which had prosecuted Mr. Wood were dead. Their successors +offered him employment, but he could not face the old associations. I +believe he found it so hard to face any one, that this was the reason of +his staying at home for a time and helping in the school. I don't think +we boys made him uncomfortable as grown-up strangers seemed to do, and +he was particularly fond of Cripple Charlie. + +This brought me into contact with him, for Charlie and I were great +friends. He was as well pleased to be read to out of the Penny Numbers +as the bee-master, and he was interested in things of which Isaac +Irvine was completely ignorant. + +Our school was a day-school, but Charlie had been received by Mrs. Wood +as a boarder. His poor back could not have borne to be jolted to and +from the moors every day. So he lived at Walnut-tree Farm, and now and +then his father would come down in a light cart, lent by one of the +parishioners, and take Charlie home from Saturday to Monday, and then +bring him back again. + +The sisters came to see him too, by turns, sometimes walking and +sometimes riding a rough-coated pony, who was well content to be tied to +a gate, and eat some of the grass that overgrew the lane. And often +Charlie came to _us_, especially in haytime, for haycocks seem very +comfortable (for people whose backs hurt) to lean against; and we could +cover his legs with hay too, as he liked them to be hidden. There is no +need to say how tender my mother was to him, and my father used to look +at him half puzzledly and half pitifully, and always spoke to him in +quite a different tone of voice to the one he used with other boys. + +Jem gave Charlie the best puppy out of the curly brown spaniel lot; but +he didn't really like being with him, though he was sorry for him, and +he could not bear seeing his poor legs. + +"They make me feel horrid," Jem said. "And even when they're covered +up, I know they're there." + +"You're a chip of the old block, Jem," said my father, "I'd give a +guinea to a hospital any day sooner than see a patient. I'm as sorry as +can be for the poor lad, but he turns me queer, though I feel ashamed of +it. I like things _sound_. Your mother's different; she likes 'em better +for being sick and sorry, and I suppose Jack takes after her." + +My father was wrong about me. Pity for Charlie was not half of the tie +between us. When he was talking, or listening to the penny numbers, I +never thought about his legs or his back, and I don't now understand how +anybody could. + +He read and remembered far more than I did, and he was even wilder about +strange countries. He had as adventurous a spirit as any lad in the +school, cramped up as it was in that misshapen body. I knew he'd have +liked to go round the world as well as I, and he often laughed and +said--"What's more, Jack, if I'd the money I would. People are very kind +to poor wretches like me all over the world. I should never want a +helping hand, and the only difference between us would be, that I should +be carried on board ship by some kind-hearted blue-jacket, and you'd +have to scramble for yourself." + +He was very anxious to know Isaac Irvine, and when I brought the +bee-master to see him, they seemed to hold friendly converse with their +looks even before either of them spoke. It was a bad day with Charlie, +but he set his lips against the pain, and raised himself on one arm to +stare out of his big brown eyes at the old man, who met them with as +steady a gaze out of his. Then Charlie lowered himself again, and said +in a tone of voice by which I knew he was pleased, "I'm so glad you've +come to see me, old Isaac. It's very kind of you. Jack says you know a +lot about live things, and that you like the numbers we like in the +_Penny Cyclopędia_. I wanted to see you, for I think you and I are much +in the same boat; you're old, and I'm crippled, and we're both too poor +to travel. But Jack's to go, and when he's gone, you and I'll follow him +on the map." + +"GOD willing, sir," said the bee-master; and when he said that, I knew +how sorry he felt for poor Charlie, for when he was moved he always said +very short things, and generally something religious. + +And for all Charlie's whims and fancies, and in all his pain and +fretfulness, and through fits of silence and sensitiveness, he had never +a better friend than Isaac Irvine. Indeed the bee-master was one of +those men (to be found in all ranks) whose delicate tenderness might not +be guessed from the size and roughness of the outer man. + +Our neighbours were all very kind to Mr. Wood, in their own way, but +they were a little impatient of his slowness to be sociable, and had, I +think, a sort of feeling that the ex-convict ought not only to enjoy +evening parties more than other people, but to be just a little more +grateful for being invited. + +However, one must have a strong and sensitive imagination to cultivate +wide sympathies when one lives a quiet, methodical life in the place +where one's father and grandfather lived out quiet methodical lives +before one; and I do not think we were an imaginative race. + +The school-master (as we used to call him) had seen and suffered so much +more of life than we, that I do not think he resented the clumsiness of +our sympathy; but now I look back I fancy that he must have felt as if +he wanted years of peace and quiet in which to try and forget the years +of suffering. Old Isaac said one day, "I reckon the master feels as if +he wanted to sit down and say to hisself over and over again, 'I'm a +free man, I'm a free man, I'm a free man,' till he can fair trust +himself to believe it." + +Isaac was probably right, and perhaps evening parties, though they are +meant for treats, are not the best places to sit down and feel free in, +particularly when there are a lot of strange people who have heard a +dreadful story about you, and want to see what you look like after it. + +During the summer holidays Jem and I were out the whole day long. When +we came in I was ready for the Penny Numbers, but Jem always fell +asleep, even if he did not go to bed at once. My father did just the +same. I think their feeling about houses was of a perfectly primitive +kind. They looked upon them as comfortable shelter for sleeping and +eating, but not at all as places in which to pursue any occupation. +Life, for them, was lived out-of-doors. + +I know now how dull this must have made the evenings for my mother, and +that it was very selfish of me to wait till my father was asleep (for +fear he should say "no"), and then to ask her leave to take the Penny +Numbers down to the farm and sit with Cripple Charlie. + +Now and then she would go too, and chat with Mrs. Wood, whilst the +school-master and I were turning the terrestrial globe by Charlie's +sofa; but as a rule Charlie and I were alone, and the Woods went round +the homestead together, and came home hand in hand, through the garden, +and we laughed to think how we had taken him for a tramp. + +And sometimes on a summer's evening, when we talked and read aloud to +each other across a quaint oak table that had been the miser's, of +far-away lands and strange birds of gorgeous plumage, the school-master +sat silent in the arm-chair by the open lattice, resting his white head +against the mullion that the ivy was creeping up, and listened to the +blackbirds and thrushes as their songs dropped by odd notes into +silence, and gazed at the near fields and trees, and the little +homestead with its hayricks on the hill, when the grass was apple-green +in the gold mist of sunset: and went on gazing when that had faded into +fog, and the hedgerow elms were black against the sky, as if the eye +could not be filled with seeing, nor the ear with hearing! + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + + "Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, + Turns his necessity to glorious gain." + WORDSWORTH. + + +"Jack," said Charlie, "listen!" + +He was reading bits out of the numbers to me, whilst I was rigging a +miniature yacht to sail on the dam; and Mrs. Wood's husband was making a +plan of something at another table, and occasionally giving me advice +about my masts and sails. "It's about the South American forests," said +Charlie. "'There every tree has a character of its own; each has its +peculiar foliage, and probably also a tint unlike that of the trees +which surround it. Gigantic vegetables of the most different families +intermix their branches; five-leaved bignonias grow by the side of +bonduc-trees; cassias shed their yellow blossoms upon the rich fronds of +arborescent ferns; myrtles and eugenias, with their thousand arms, +contrast with the elegant simplicity of palms; and among the airy +foliage of the mimosa the ceropia elevates its giant leaves and heavy +candelabra-shaped branches. Of some trees the trunk is perfectly smooth, +of others it is defended by enormous spines, and the whole are often +apparently sustained by the slanting stems of a huge wild fig-tree. With +us, the oak, the chestnut, and the beech seem as if they bore no +flowers, so small are they and so little distinguishable except by +naturalists; but in the forests of South America it is often the most +gigantic trees that produce the most brilliant flowers; cassias hang +down their pendants of golden blossoms, vochisias unfold their singular +bunches; corollas, longer than those of our foxglove, sometimes yellow +or sometimes purple, load the arborescent bignonias; while the chorisias +are covered, as it were, with lilies, only their colours are richer and +more varied; grasses also appear in form of bamboos, as the most +graceful of trees; bauhinias, bignonias, and aroideous plants cling +round the trees like enormous cables; orchideous plants and bromelias +overrun their limbs, or fasten themselves to them when prostrated by the +storm, and make even their dead remains become verdant with leaves and +flowers not their own.'" + +Though he could read very well, Charlie had, so far, rather stumbled +through the long names in this description, but he finished off with +fluency, not to say enthusiasm. "'Such are the ancient forests, +flourishing in a damp and fertile soil, and clothed with perpetual +green.'" + +I was half-way through a profound sigh when I caught the school-master's +eye, who had paused in his plan-making and was listening with his head +upon his hand. + +"What a groan!" he exclaimed. "What's the matter?" + +"It sounds so splendid!" I answered, "and I'm so afraid I shall never +see it. I told Father last night I should like to be a sailor, but he +only said 'Stuff and nonsense,' and that there was a better berth +waiting for me in Uncle Henry's office than any of the Queen's ships +would provide for me; and Mother begged me never to talk of it any more, +if I didn't want to break her heart"--and I sighed again. + +The school-master had a long smooth face, which looked longer from +melancholy, and he turned it and his arms over the back of the chair, +and looked at me with the watchful listening look his eyes always had; +but I am not sure if he was really paying much attention to me, for he +talked (as he often did) as if he were talking to himself. + +"I wanted to be a soldier," he said, "and my father wouldn't let me. I +often used to wish I had run away and enlisted, when I was with +Quarter-master McCulloch, of the Engineers (he'd risen from the ranks +and was younger than me), in Bermuda." + +"Bermuda! That's not very far from South America, is it?" said I, +looking across to the big map of the world. "Is it very beautiful, too?" + +The school-master's eyes contracted as if he were short-sighted, or +looking at something inside his own head. But he smiled as he answered-- + +"The poet says, + + 'A pleasing land of drowsy-head it is, + Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; + And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, + For ever flushing round a summer sky.'" + +"But are there any curious beasts and plants and that sort of thing?" I +asked. + +"I believe there were no native animals originally," said the +school-master. "I mean inland ones. But the fowls of the air and the +fishes of the sea are of all lovely forms and colours. And such corals +and sponges, and sea-anemones, blooming like flowers in the transparent +pools of the warm blue water that washes the coral reefs and fills the +little creeks and bays!" + +I gasped--and he went on. "The commonest trees, I think, are palms and +cedars. Lots of the old houses were built of cedar, and I've heard of +old cedar furniture to be picked up here and there, as some people buy +old oak out of English farm-houses. It is very durable and deliriously +scented. People used to make cedar bonfires when the small-pox was +about, to keep away infection. The gardens will grow anything, and plots +of land are divided by oleander hedges of many colours." + +"Oh--h!" ejaculated I, in long-drawn notes of admiration. The +school-master's eyes twinkled. + +"Not only," continued he, "do very gaudy lobsters and quaint cray-fish +and crabs with lanky legs dispute your attention on the shore with the +shell-fish of the loveliest hues; there is no lack of remarkable +creatures indoors. Monstrous spiders, whose bite is very unpleasant, +drop from the roof; tarantulas and scorpions get into your boots, and +cockroaches, hideous to behold and disgusting to smell, invade every +place from your bed to your store-cupboard. If you possess anything, +from food and clothing to books and boxes, the ants will find it and +devour it, and if you possess a garden the mosquitoes will find you and +devour you." + +"Oh--h!" I exclaimed once more, but this time in a different tone. + +Mr. Wood laughed heartily. "Tropical loveliness has its drawbacks, Jack. +Perhaps some day when your clothes are moulded, and your brain feels +mouldy too with damp heat, and you can neither work in the sun nor be +at peace in the shade, you may wish you were sitting on a stool in your +uncle's office, undisturbed by venomous insects, and cool in a November +fog." + +I laughed too, but I shook my head. + +"No. I shan't mind the insects if I can get there. Charlie, were those +wonderful ants old Isaac said you'd been reading about, Bermuda ants?" + +I did not catch Charlie's muttered reply, and when I looked round I saw +that his face was buried in the red cushions, and that he was (what Jem +used to call) "in one of his tempers." + +I don't exactly know how it was. I don't think Charlie was jealous or +really cross, but he used to take fits of fancying he was in the way, +and out of it all (from being a cripple), if we seemed to be very busy +without him, especially about such things as planning adventures. I knew +what was the matter directly, but I'm afraid my consolation was rather +clumsy. + +"Don't be cross, Charlie," I said; "I thought you were listening too, +and if it's because you think you won't be able to go, I don't believe +there's really a bit more chance of my going, though my legs _are_ all +right." + +"Don't bother about me," said Charlie; "but I wish you'd put these +numbers down, they're in my way." And he turned pettishly over. + +Before I could move, the school-master had taken the papers, and was +standing over Charlie's couch, with his right hand against the wall, at +the level of his head, and his left arm hanging by his side; and I +suppose it was his attitude which made me notice, before he began to +speak, what a splendid figure he had, and how strong he looked. He spoke +in an odd, abrupt sort of voice, very different from the way he had been +talking to me, but he looked down at Charlie so intensely, that I think +he felt it through the cushions, and lifted his head. + +"When your father has been bringing you down here, or at any time when +you have been out amongst other people, have you ever overheard them +saying, 'Poor chap! it's a sad thing,' and things of that kind, as if +they were sorry for you?" + +Cripple Charlie's face flushed scarlet, and my own cheeks burned, as I +looked daggers at the school-master, for what seemed a brutal +insensibility to the lame boy's feelings. He did not condescend, +however, to meet my eyes. His own were still fixed steadily on +Charlie's, and he went on. + +"_I've heard it._ My ears are quick, and for many a Sunday after I came +I caught the whispers behind me as I went up the aisle, 'Poor man!' +'Poor gentleman!' 'He looks bad, too!' One morning an old woman, in a +big black bonnet, said, 'Poor soul!' so close to me, that I looked +down, and met her withered eyes, full of tears--for me!--and I said, +'Thank you, mother,' and she fingered the sleeve of my coat with her +trembling hand (the veins were standing out on it like ropes), and said, +'I've knowed trouble myself, my dear. The Lord bless yours to you!'" + +"It must have been Betty Johnson," I interpolated; but the school-master +did not even look at me. + +"You and I," he said, bending nearer to Cripple Charlie, "have had our +share of this life's pain so dealt out to us that any one can see and +pity us. My boy, take a fellow-sufferer's word for it, it is wise and +good not to shrink from the seeing and pitying. The weight of the cross +spreads itself and becomes lighter if one learns to suffer with others +as well as with oneself, to take pity and to give it. And as one learns +to be pained with the pains of others, one learns to be happy in their +happiness and comforted by their sympathy, and then no man's life can be +quite empty of pleasure. I don't know if my troubles have been lighter +or heavier ones than yours----" + +The school-master stopped short, and turned his head so that his face +was almost hidden against his hand upon the wall. Charlie's big eyes +were full of tears, and I am sure I distinctly felt my ears poke +forwards on my head with anxious curiosity to catch what Mr. Wood would +tell us about that dreadful time of which he had never spoken. + +"When I was your age," he said bluntly, "I was unusually lithe and +active and strong for mine. When I was half as old again, I was stronger +than any man I knew, and had many a boyish triumph out of my strength, +because I was slender and graceful, and this concealed my powers. I had +all the energies and ambitions natural to unusual vigour and manly +skill. I wanted to be a soldier, but it was not to be, and I spent my +youth at a desk in a house of business. I adapted myself, but none the +less I chafed whenever I heard of manly exploits, and of the delights +and dangers that came of seeing the world. I used to think I could bear +anything to cross the seas and see foreign climes. I did cross the +Atlantic at last--a convict in a convict ship (GOD help any man who +knows what that is!), and I spent the ten best years of my manhood at +the hulks working in chains. You've never lost freedom, my lad, so you +have never felt what it is not to be able to believe you've got it back. +You don't know what it is to turn nervous at the responsibility of being +your own master for a whole day, or to wake in a dainty room, with the +birds singing at the open window, and to shut your eyes quickly and pray +to go on dreaming a bit, because you feel sure you're really in your +hammock in the hulks." + +The school-master lifted his other hand above his head, and pressed both +on it, as if he were in pain. What Charlie was doing I don't know, but I +felt so miserable I could not help crying, and had to hunt for my +pocket-handkerchief under the table. It was full of acorns, and by the +time I had emptied it and dried my eyes, Mr. Wood was lifting Charlie in +his arms, and arranging his cushions. + +"Oh, thank you!" Charlie said, as he leant back; "how comfortable you +have made me!" + +"I have been sick-nurse, amongst other trades. For some months I was a +hospital warder." + +"Was that when----" Charlie began, and then he stopped short, and said, +"Oh, I beg your pardon!" + +"Yes; it was when I was a convict," said the school-master. "No offence, +my boy. If I preach I must try to practise. Jack's eyes are dropping out +of his head to hear more of Bermuda, and you and I will put our whims +and moods on one side, and we'll all tell travellers' tales together." + +Cripple Charlie kept on saying "Thank you," and I know he was very sorry +not to be able to think of anything more to say, for he told me so. He +wanted to have thanked him better, because he knew that Mr. Wood had +talked about his having been a convict, when he did not like to talk +about it, just to show Charlie that he knew what pain, and not being +able to do what you want, feel like, and that Charlie ought not to fancy +he was neglected. + +And that was the beginning of all the stories the school-master used to +tell us, and of the natural history lessons he gave us, and of his +teaching me to stuff birds, and do all kinds of things. + +We used to say to him, "You're better than the Penny Numbers, for you're +quite as interesting, and we're sure you're true." And the odd thing was +that he made Charlie much more contented, because he started him with so +many collections, whilst he made me only more and more anxious to see +the world. + + + + +CHAPTER VII. + + "Much would have more, and lost all."--_English Proverb_. + + "Learn you to an ill habit, and ye'll ca't custom." + _Scotch Proverb_. + + +The lane was full of colour that autumn, the first autumn of the +convict's return. The leaves turned early, and fell late, and made the +hedges gayer than when the dog-roses were out; for not only were the +leaves of all kinds brighter than many flowers, but the berries (from +the holly and mountain-ash to the hips and haws) were so thick-set, and +so red and shining, that, as my dear mother said, "they looked almost +artificial." + +I remember it well, because of two things. First, that Jem got five of +the largest hips we had ever seen off a leafless dog-rose branch which +stuck far out of the hedge, and picked the little green coronets off, so +that they were smooth and glossy, and egg-shaped, and crimson on one +side and yellow on the other; and then he got an empty chaffinch's nest +close by and put the five hips into it, and took it home, and persuaded +Alice our new parlourmaid that it was a robin redbreast's nest with eggs +in it. And she believed it, for she came from London and knew no better. + +The second thing I remember that autumn by, is that everybody expected a +hard winter because of the berries being so fine, and the hard winter +never came, and the birds ate worms and grubs and left most of the hedge +fruits where they were. + +November was bright and mild, and the morning frosts only made the +berries all the glossier when the sun came out. We had one or two +snow-storms in December, and then we all said, "Now it's coming!" but +the snow melted away and left no bones behind. In January the snow lay +longer, and left big bones on the moors, and Jem and I made a slide to +school on the pack track, and towards the end of the month the mill-dam +froze hard, and we had slides fifteen yards long, and skating; and +Winter seemed to have come back in good earnest to fetch his bones away. + +Jem was great fun in frosty weather; Charlie and I used to die of +laughing at him. I think cold made him pugnacious; he seemed always +ready for a row, and was constantly in one. The January frost came in +our Christmas holidays, so Jem had lots of time on his hands; he spent +almost all of it out of doors, and he devoted a good deal of it to +fighting with the rough lads of the village. There was a standing +subject of quarrel, which is a great thing for either tribes or +individuals who have a turn that way. A pond at the corner of the lower +paddock was fed by a stream which also fed the mill-dam; and the +mill-dam was close by, though, as it happened, not on my father's +property. Old custom made the mill-dam the winter resort of all the +village sliders and skaters, and my father displayed a good deal of +toleration when those who could not find room for a new slide, or wished +to practise their "outer edge" in a quiet spot, came climbing over the +wall (there was no real thoroughfare) and invaded our pond. + +Perhaps it is because gratitude is a fatiguing virtue, or perhaps it is +because self-esteem has no practical limits, that favours are seldom +regarded as such for long. They are either depreciated, or claimed as +rights; very often both. And what is common in all classes is almost +universal amongst the uneducated. You have only to make a system of +giving your cast-off clothes to some shivering family, and you will not +have to wait long for an eloquent essay on their shabbiness, or for an +outburst of sincere indignation if you venture to reserve a warm jacket +for a needy relative. Prescriptive rights, in short, grow faster than +pumpkins, which is amongst the many warnings life affords us to be just +as well as generous. Thence it had come about that the young roughs of +the village regarded our pond to all winter intents and purposes as +theirs, and my father as only so far and so objectionably concerned in +the matter that he gave John Binder a yearly job in patching up the wall +which it took them three months' trouble to kick a breach in. + +Our neighbours were what is called "very independent" folk. In the +grown-up people this was modified by the fact that no one who has to +earn his own livelihood can be quite independent of other people; if he +would live he must let live, and throw a little civility into the +bargain. But boys of an age when their parents found meals and hobnailed +boots for them whether they behaved well or ill, were able to display +independence in its roughest form. And when the boys of our +neighbourhood were rough, they were very rough indeed. + +The village boys had their Christmas holidays about the same time that +we had ours, which left them as much spare time for sliding and skating +as we had, but they had their dinner at twelve o'clock, whilst we had +ours at one, so that any young roughs who wished to damage our pond were +just comfortably beginning their mischief as Jem and I were saying grace +before meat, and the thought of it took away our appetites again and +again. + +That winter they were particularly aggravating. The December frost was +a very imperfect one, and the mill-dam never bore properly, so the boys +swarmed over our pond, which was shallow and safe. Very few of them +could even hobble on skates, and those few carried the art no farther +than by cutting up the slides. But thaw came on, so that there was no +sliding, and then the young roughs amused themselves with stamping holes +in the soft ice with their hobnailed heels. When word came to us that +they were taking the stones off our wall and pitching them down on to +the soft ice below, to act as skaters' stumbling-blocks for the rest of +that hard winter which we expected, Jem's indignation was not greater +than mine. My father was not at home, and indeed, when we had complained +before, he rather snubbed us, and said that we could not want the whole +of the pond to ourselves, and that he had always lived quietly with his +neighbours and we must learn to do the same, and so forth. No action at +all calculated to assuage our thirst for revenge was likely to be taken +by him, so Jem and I held a council by Charlie's sofa, and it was a +council of war. At the end we all three solemnly shook hands, and +Charlie was left to write and despatch brief notes of summons to our +more distant school-mates, whilst Jem and I tucked up our trousers, +wound our comforters sternly round our throats, and went forth in +different directions to gather the rest. + +(Having lately been reading about the Highlanders, who used to send +round a fiery cross when the clans were called to battle, I should have +liked to do so in this instance; but as some of the Academy boys were no +greater readers than Jem, they might not have known what it meant, so we +abandoned the notion.) + +There was not an Academy boy worth speaking of who was in time for +dinner the following day; and several of them brought brothers or +cousins to the fray. By half-past twelve we had crept down the field +that was on the other side of our wall, and had hidden ourselves in +various corners of a cattle-shed, where a big cart and some sail-cloth +and a turnip heap provided us with ambush. By and by certain familiar +whoops and hullohs announced that the enemy was coming. One or two +bigger boys made for the dam (which I confess was a relief to us), but +our own particular foes advanced with a rush upon the wall. + +"They hevn't coomed yet, hev they?" we heard the sexton's son say, as he +peeped over at our pond. + +"Noa," was the reply. "It's not gone one yet." + +"It's gone one by t' church. I yeard it as we was coming up t' lane." + +"T' church clock's always hafe-an-hour fasst, thee knows." + +"It isn't!" + +"It is." + +"T' church clock's t' one to go by, anyhow," the sexton's son +maintained. + +His friend guffawed aloud. + +"And it's a reight 'un to go by too, my sakes! when thee feyther shifts +t' time back'ards and for'ards every Sunday morning to suit hissen." + +"To suit hissen! To suit t' ringers, ye mean!" said the sexton's son. + +"What's thou to do wi' t' ringers?" was the reply, enforced apparently +by a punch in the back, and the two lads came cuffing and struggling up +the field, much to my alarm, but fortunately they were too busy to +notice us. + +Meanwhile, the rest had not been idle at the wall. Jem had climbed on +the cart, and peeping through a brick hole he could see that they had +with some difficulty disengaged a very heavy stone. As we were turning +our heads to watch the two lads fighting near our hiding-place, we heard +the stone strike with a heavy thud upon the rotten ice below, and it was +echoed by a groan of satisfaction from above. + +("Ready!" I whispered.) + +"You'll break somebody's nose when it's frosted in," cried Bob Furniss, +in a tone of sincere gratification. + +"Eh, Tim Binder! there'll be a rare job for thee feyther next spring, +fettling up this wall, by t' time we've done wi' it." + +"Let me come," we heard Tim say. "Thou can't handle a stone. Let me +come. Th' ice is as soft as loppered milk, and i' ten minutes, I'll fill +yon bit they're so chuff of skating on, as thick wi' stones as a +quarry." + +("Now!" I said.) + +Our foes considerably outnumbered us, but I think they were at a +disadvantage. They had worked off a good deal of their steam, and ours +was at explosion point. We took them by surprise and in the rear. They +had had some hard exercise, and we were panting to begin. As a matter of +fact those who could get away ran away. We caught all we could, and +punched and pummelled and rolled them in the snow to our hearts' +content. + +Jem never was much of a talker, and I never knew him speak when he was +fighting; but three several times on this occasion, I heard him say very +stiffly and distinctly (he was on the top of Tim Binder), "I'll fettle +thee! I'll fettle thee! I'll fettle thee!" + +The battle was over, the victory was ours, but the campaign was not +ended, and thenceforward the disadvantages would be for us. Even real +warfare is complicated when men fight with men less civilized than +themselves; and we had learnt before now that when we snowballed each +other or snowballed the rougher "lot" of village boys, we did so under +different conditions. _We_ had our own code of honour and fairness, but +Bob Furniss was not above putting a stone into a snowball if he owed a +grudge. + +So when we heard a rumour that the bigger "roughs" were going to join +the younger ones, and lie in wait to "pay us off" the first day we came +down to the ice, I cannot say we felt comfortable, though we resolved to +be courageous. Meanwhile, the thaw continued, which suspended +operations, and gave time, which is good for healing; and Christmas +came, and we and our foes met and mingled in the mummeries of the +season, and wished each other Happy New Years, and said nothing about +the pond. + +How my father came to hear of the matter we did not know at the time, +but one morning he summoned Jem and me, and bade us tell him all about +it. I was always rather afraid of my father, and I should have made out +a very stammering story, but Jem flushed up like a turkey-cock, and gave +our version of the business very straightforwardly. The other side of +the tale my father had evidently heard, and we fancied he must have +heard also of the intended attack on us, for it never took place, and +we knew of interviews which he had with John Binder and others of our +neighbours; and when the frost came in January, we found that the stones +had been taken out of the pond, and my father gave us a sharp lecture +against being quarrelsome and giving ourselves airs, and it ended +with--"The pond is mine. I wish you to remember it, because it makes it +your duty to be hospitable and civil to the boys I allow to go on it. +And I have very decidedly warned them and their parents to remember it, +because if my permission for fair amusement is abused to damage and +trespass, I shall withdraw the favour and prosecute intruders. But the +day I shut up my pond from my neighbours, I shall forbid you and Jack to +go on it again unless the fault is more entirely on one side than it's +likely to be when boys squabble." + +My father waved our dismissal, but I hesitated. + +"The boys won't think we told tales to you to get out of another fight?" +I gasped. + +"Everybody knows perfectly well how I heard. It came to the sexton's +ears, and he very properly informed me." + +I felt relieved, and the first day we had on the ice went off very +fairly. The boys were sheepish at first and slow to come on, and when +they had assembled in force they were inclined to be bullying. But Jem +and I kept our tempers, and by and by my father came down to see us, +and headed a long slide in which we and our foes were combined. As he +left he pinched Jem's frosty ear, and said, "Let me hear if there's any +real malice, but don't double your fists at every trifle. Slide and let +slide! slide and let slide!" And he took a pinch of snuff and departed. + +And Jem was wonderfully peaceable for the rest of the day. A word from +my father went a long way with him. They were very fond of each other. + +I had no love of fighting for fighting's sake, and I had other interests +besides sliding and skating; so I was well satisfied that we got through +the January frost without further breaches of the peace. Towards the end +of the month we all went a good deal upon the mill-dam, and Mr. Wood +(assisted by me as far as watching, handing tools and asking questions +went) made a rough sledge, in which he pushed Charlie before him as he +skated; and I believe the village boys, as well as his own +school-fellows, were glad that Cripple Charlie had a share in the winter +fun, for wherever Mr. Wood drove him, both sliders and skaters made way. + +And even on the pond there were no more real battles that winter. Only +now and then some mischievous urchin tripped up our brand-new skates, +and begged our pardon as he left us on our backs. And more than once, +when "the island" in the middle of the pond was a very fairyland of +hoar-frosted twigs and snow-plumed larches, I have seen its white +loveliness rudely shaken, and skating round to discover the cause, have +beheld Jem, with cheeks redder than his scarlet comforter, return an +"accidental" shove with interest; or posed like a ruffled robin +redbreast, to defend a newly-made slide against intruders. + + + + +CHAPTER VIII. + + "He it was who sent the snowflakes + Sifting, hissing through the forest; + Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers, + * * * * * + Shinbegis, the diver, feared not." + _The Song of Hiawatha_. + + +The first day of February was mild, and foggy, and cloudy, and in the +night I woke feeling very hot, and threw off my quilt, and heard the +dripping of soft rain in the dark outside, and thought, "There goes our +skating." Towards morning, however, I woke again, and had to pull the +quilt back into its place, and when I started after breakfast to see +what the dam looked like, there was a sharpish frost, which, coming +after a day of thaw, had given the ice such a fine smooth surface as we +had not had for long. + +I felt quite sorry for Jem, because he was going in the dog-cart with my +father to see a horse, and as I hadn't got him to skate with, I went +down to the farm after breakfast, to see what Charlie and the Woods were +going to do. Charlie was not well, but Mr. Wood said he would come to +the dam with me after dinner, as he had to go to the next village on +business, and the dam lay in his way. + +"Keep to the pond this morning, Jack," he added, to my astonishment. +"Remember it thawed all yesterday; and if the wheel was freed and has +been turning, it has run water off from under the ice, and all may not +be sound that's smooth." + +The pond was softer than it looked, but the mill-dam was most tempting. +A sheet of "glare ice," as Americans say, smooth and clear as a +newly-washed window-pane. I did not go on it, but I brought Mr. Wood to +it early in the afternoon, in the full hope that he would give me leave. + +We found several young men on the bank, some fastening their skates and +some trying the ice with their heels, and as we stood there the numbers +increased, and most of them went on without hesitation; and when they +rushed in groups together, I noticed that the ice slightly swayed. + +"The ice bends a good deal," said Mr. Wood to a man standing next to us. + +"They say it's not so like to break when it bends," was the reply; and +the man moved on. + +A good many of the elder men from the village had come up, and a group, +including John Binder, now stood alongside of us. + +"There's a good sup of water atop of it," said the mason; and I noticed +then that the ice seemed to look wetter, like newly-washed glass still, +but like glass that wants wiping dry. + +"I'm afraid the ice is not safe," said the school-master. + +"It's a tidy thickness, sir," said John Binder, and a heavy man, with +his hands in his pockets and his back turned to us, stepped down and +gave two or three jumps, and then got up again, and, with his back still +turned towards us, said, + +"It's reight enough." + +"It's right enough for one man, but not for a crowd, I'm afraid. Was the +water-wheel freed last night, do you know?" + +"It was loosed last night, but it's froz again," said a bystander. + +"It's not freezing now," said the school-master, "and you may see how +much larger that weak place where the stream is has got since yesterday. +However," he added, good-humouredly, "I suppose you think you know your +own mill-dam and its ways better than I can?" + +"Well," said the heavy man, still with his back to us, "I reckon we've +slid on this dam a many winters afore _you_ come. No offence, I hope?" + +"By no means," said the school-master; "but if you old hands do begin +to feel doubtful as the afternoon goes on, call off those lads at the +other end in good time. And if you could warn them not to go in rushes +together--but perhaps they would not listen to you," he added with a +spice of malice. + +"I don't suppose they would, sir," said John Binder, candidly. "They're +very venturesome, is lads." + +"I reckon they'll suit themselves," said the heavy man, and he jumped on +to the ice, and went off, still with his back to us. + +"If I hadn't lived so many years out of England and out of the world," +said the school-master, turning to me with a half-vexed laugh, "I don't +suppose I should discredit myself to no purpose by telling fools they +are in danger. Jack! will you promise me not to go on the dam this +afternoon?" + +"It is dangerous, is it?" I asked reluctantly; for I wanted sorely to +join the rest. + +"That's a matter of opinion, it seems. But I have a wish that you should +not go on till I come back. I'll be as quick as I can. Promise me." + +"I promise," said I. + +"Will you walk with me?" he asked. But I refused. I thought I would +rather watch the others; and accordingly, after I had followed the +school-master with my eyes as he strode off at a pace that promised +soon to bring him back, I put my hands into my pockets and joined the +groups of watchers on the bank. I suppose if I had thought about it, I +might have observed that though I was dawdling about, my nose and ears +and fingers were not nipped. Mr. Wood was right,--it had not been +freezing for hours past. + +The first thing I looked for was the heavy man. He was so clumsy-looking +that I quite expected him to fall when he walked off on to ice only fit +for skaters. But as I looked closer I saw that the wet on the top was +beginning to have a curdled look, and that the glassiness of the +mill-dam was much diminished. The heavy man's heavy boots got good +foothold, and several of his friends, seeing this, went after him. And +my promise weighed sorely on me. + +The next thing that drew my attention was a lad of about seventeen, who +was skating really well. Indeed, everybody was looking at him, for he +was the only one of the villagers who could perform in any but the +clumsiest fashion, and, with an active interest that hovered between +jeering and applause, his neighbours followed him up and down the dam. +As I might not go on, I wandered up and down the bank too, and +occasionally joined in a murmured cheer when he deftly evaded some +intentional blunderer, or cut a figure at the request of his particular +friends. I got tired at last, and went down to the pond, where I +ploughed about for a time on my skates in solitude, for the pond was +empty. Then I ran up to the house to see if Jem had come back, but he +had not, and I returned to the dam to wait for the school-master. + +The crowd was larger than before, for everybody's work-hours were over; +and the skater was still displaying himself. He was doing very difficult +figures now, and I ran round to where the bank was covered with people +watching him. In the minute that followed I remember three things with +curious distinctness. First, that I saw Mr. Wood coming back, only one +field off, and beckoned to him to be quick, because the lad was +beginning to cut a double three backwards, and I wanted the +school-master to see it. Secondly, that the sight of him seemed suddenly +to bring to my mind that we were all on the far side of the dam, the +side he thought dangerous. And thirdly, that, quickly as my eyes passed +from Mr. Wood to the skater, I caught sight of a bloated-looking young +man, whom we all knew as a sort of typical "bad lot," standing with +another man who was a great better, and from a movement between them, it +just flashed through my head that they were betting as to whether the +lad would cut the double three backwards or not. + +He cut one--two--and then he turned too quickly and his skate caught in +the softening ice, and when he came headlong, his head struck, and +where it struck it went through. It looked so horrible that it was a +relief to see him begin to struggle; but the weakened ice broke around +him with every effort, and he went down. + +For many a year afterwards I used to dream of his face as he sank, and +of the way the ice heaved like the breast of some living thing, and fell +back, and of the heavy waves that rippled over it out of that awful +hole. But great as was the shock, it was small to the storm of shame and +agony that came over me when I realized that every comrade who had been +around the lad had saved himself by a rush to the bank, where we huddled +together, a gaping crowd of foolhardy cowards, without skill to do +anything or heart to dare anything to save him. + +At that time it maddened me so, that I felt that if I could not help the +lad I would rather be drowned in the hole with him, and I began to +scramble in a foolish way down the bank, but John Binder caught me by +the arm and pulled me back, and said (I suppose to soothe me), + +"Yon's the school-master, sir;" and then I saw Mr. Wood fling himself +over the hedge by the alder thicket (he was rather good at high jumps), +and come flying along the bank towards us, when he said, + +"What's the matter?" + +I threw my arms round him and sobbed, "He was cutting a double three +backwards, and he went in." + +Mr. Wood unclasped my arms and turned to the rest. + +"What have you done with him?" he said. "Did he hurt himself?" + +If the crowd was cowardly and helpless, it was not indifferent; and I +shall never forget the haggard faces that turned by one impulse, where a +dozen grimy hands pointed--to the hole. + +"He's drowned dead." "He's under t' ice." "He went right down," several +men hastened to reply, but most of them only enforced the mute +explanation of their pointed finger with, "He's yonder." + +For yet an instant I don't think Mr. Wood believed it, and then he +seized the man next to him (without looking, for he was blind with rage) +and said, + +"He's yonder, _and you're here_?" + +As it happened, it was the man who had talked with his back to us. He +was very big and very heavy, but he reeled when Mr. Wood shook him, like +a feather caught by a storm. + +"You were foolhardy enough an hour ago," said the school-master. "Won't +one of you venture on to your own dam to help a drowning man?" + +"There's none on us can swim, sir," said John Binder. "It's a bad +job"--and he gave a sob that made me begin to cry again, and several +other people too--"but where'd be t' use of drowning five or six more +atop of him?" + +"Can any of you run if you can't swim?" said the school-master. "Get a +stout rope--as fast as you can, and send somebody for the doctor and a +bottle of brandy, and a blanket or two to carry him home in. Jack! Hold +these." + +I took his watch and his purse, and he went down the bank and walked on +to the ice; but after a time his feet went through as the skater's head +had gone. + +"It ain't a bit of use. There's nought to be done," said the bystanders: +for, except those who had run to do Mr. Wood's bidding, we were all +watching and all huddled closer to the edge than ever. The school-master +went down on his hands and knees, on which a big lad, with his hands in +his trouser-pockets, guffawed. + +"What's he up to now?" he asked. + +"Thee may haud thee tongue if thee can do nought," said a mill-girl who +had come up. "I reckon he knows what he's efter better nor thee." She +had pushed to the front, and was crouched upon the edge, and seemed very +much excited. "GOD bless him for trying to save t' best lad in t' +village i' any fashion, say I! There's them that's nearer kin to him and +not so kind." + +Perhaps the strict justice of this taunt prevented a reply (for there +lurks some fairness in the roughest of us), or perhaps the crowd, being +chiefly men knew from experience that there are occasions when it is +best to let a woman say her say. + +"Ye see he's trying to spread hisself out," John Binder explained in +pacific tones. "I reckon he thinks it'll bear him if he shifts half of +his weight on to his hands." + +The girl got nearer to the mason, and looked up at him with her eyes +full of tears. + +"Thank ye, John," she said. "D'ye think he'll get him out?" + +"Maybe he will, my lass. He's a man that knows what he's doing. I'll say +so much for him." + +"Nay!" added the mason sorrowfully. "Th' ice 'll never hold him--his +hand's in--and there goes his knee. Maester! maester!" he shouted, "come +off! come off!" and many a voice besides mine echoed him, "Come off! +come off!" + +The girl got John Binder by the arm, and said hoarsely, "Fetch him off! +He's a reight good 'un--over good to be drownded, if--if it's of no +use." And she sat down on the bank, and pulled her mill-shawl over her +head, and cried as I had never seen any one cry before. + +I was so busy watching her that I did not see that Mr. Wood had got back +to the bank. Several hands were held out to help him, but he shook his +head and said--"Got a knife?" + +Two or three jack-knives were out in an instant. He pointed to the alder +thicket. "I want two poles," he said, "sixteen feet long, if you can, +and as thick as my wrist at the bottom." + +"All right, sir." + +He sat down on the bank, and I rushed up and took one of his cold wet +hands in both mine, and said, "Please, please, don't go on any more." + +"He must be dead ever so long ago," I added, repeating what I had heard. + +"He hasn't been in the water ten minutes," said the school-master, +laughing, "Jack! Jack! you're not half ready for travelling yet. You +must learn not to lose your head and your heart and your wits and your +sense of time in this fashion, if you mean to be any good at a pinch to +yourself or your neighbours. Has the rope come?" + +"No, sir." + +"Those poles?" said the school-master, getting up. + +"They're here!" I shouted, as a young forest of poles came towards us, +so willing had been the owners of the jack-knives. The thickest had +been cut by the heavy man, and Mr. Wood took it first. + +"Thank you, friend," he said. The man didn't speak, and he turned his +back as usual, but he gave a sideways surly nod before he turned. The +school-master chose a second pole, and then pushed both before him right +out on to the ice, in such a way that with the points touching each +other they formed a sort of huge A, the thicker ends being the nearer to +the bank. + +"Now, Jack," said he, "pay attention; and no more blubbering. There's +always plenty of time for giving way _afterwards_." + +As he spoke he scrambled on to the poles, and began to work himself and +them over the ice, wriggling in a kind of snake fashion in the direction +of the hole. We watched him breathlessly, but within ten yards of the +hole he stopped. He evidently dared not go on; and the same thought +seized all of us--"Can he get back?" Spreading his legs and arms he now +lay flat upon the poles, peering towards the hole as if to try if he +could see anything of the drowning man. It was only for an instant, then +he rolled over on to the rotten ice, smashed through, and sank more +suddenly than the skater had done. + +The mill-girl jumped up with a wild cry and rushed to the water, but +John Binder pulled her back as he had pulled me. Martha, our housemaid, +said afterwards (and was ready to take oath on the gilt-edged Church +service my mother gave her) that the girl was so violent that it took +fourteen men to hold her; but Martha wasn't there, and I only saw two, +one at each arm, and when she fainted they laid her down and left her, +and hurried back to see what was going on. For tenderness is an acquired +grace in men, and it was not common in our neighbourhood. + +What was going on was that John Binder had torn his hat from his head +and was saying, "I don't know if there's aught we _can_ do, but I can't +go home myself and leave him yonder. I'm a married man with a family, +but I don't vally _my_ life if----" + +But the rest of this speech was drowned in noise more eloquent than +words, and then it broke into cries of "See thee!--It is--it's t' +maester! and he has--no!--yea!--he _has_--he's gotten him. Polly, lass! +he's fetched up thy Arthur by t' hair of his heead." + +It was strictly true. The school-master told me afterwards how it was. +When he found that the ice would bear no longer, he rolled into the +water on purpose, but, to his horror, he felt himself seized by the +drowning man, which pulled him suddenly down. The lad had risen once, it +seems, though we had not seen him, and had got a breath of air at the +hole, but the edge broke in his numbed fingers, and he sank again and +drifted under the ice. When he rose the second time, by an odd chance it +was just where Mr. Wood broke in, and his clutch of the school-master +nearly cost both their lives. + +"If ever," said Mr. Wood, when he was talking about it afterwards, "if +ever, Jack, when you're out in the world you get under water, and +somebody tries to save you, when he grips _you_, don't seize _him_, if +you can muster self-control to avoid it. If you cling to him, you'll +either drown both, or you'll force him to do as I did--throttle you, to +keep you quiet." + +"Did you?" I gasped. + +"Of course I did. I got him by the throat and dived with him--the only +real risk I ran, as I did not know how deep the dam was." + +"It's an old quarry," said I. + +"I know now. We went down well, and I squeezed his throat as we went. As +soon as he was still we naturally rose, and I turned on my back and got +him by the head. I looked about for the hole, and saw it glimmering +above me like a moon in a fog, and then up we came." + +When they did come up, our joy was so great that for the moment we felt +as if all was accomplished; but far the hardest part really was to come. +When the school-master clutched the poles once more, and drove one under +the lad's arms and under his own left arm, and so kept his burden +afloat whilst he broke a swimming path for himself with the other, our +admiration of his cleverness gave place to the blessed thought that it +might now be possible to help him. The sight of the poles seemed +suddenly to suggest it, and in a moment every spare pole had been +seized, and, headed by our heavy friend, eight or ten men plunged in, +and, smashing the ice before them, waded out to meet the school-master. +On the bank we were dead silent; in the water they neither stopped nor +spoke till it was breast high round their leader. + +I have often thought, and have always felt quite sure, that if the heavy +man had gone on till the little grey waves and the bits of ice closed +over him, not a soul of those who followed him would--nay, _could_--have +turned back. Heroism, like cowardice, is contagious, and I do not think +there was one of us by that time who would have feared to dare or +grudged to die. + +As it was, the heavy man stood still and shouted for the rope. It had +come, and perhaps it was not the smallest effect of the day's teaching, +that those on the bank paid it out at once to those in the water till it +reached the leader, without waiting to ask why he wanted it. The grace +of obedience is slow to be learnt by disputatious northmen, but we had +had some hard teaching that afternoon. + +When the heavy man got the rope he tied the middle part of it round +himself, and, coiling the shorter end, he sent it, as if it had been a +quoit, skimming over the ice towards the school-master. As it unwound +itself it slid along, and after a struggle Mr. Wood grasped it. I fancy +he fastened it round the lad's body; and got his own hands freer to +break the ice before them. Then the heavy man turned, and the long end +of the line, passing from hand to hand in the water, was seized upon the +bank by every one who could get hold of it. I never was more squeezed +and buffeted in my life; but we fairly fought for the privilege of +touching if it were but a strand of the rope that dragged them in. + +And a flock of wild birds, resting on their journey at the other end of +the mill-dam, rose in terror and pursued their seaward way; so wild and +so prolonged were the echoes of that strange, speechless cry in which +collective man gives vent to overpowering emotion. + +It is odd, when one comes to think of it, but I know it is true, for two +sensible words would have stuck in my own throat and choked me, but I +cheered till I could cheer no longer. + + + + +CHAPTER IX. + + "In doubtful matters Courage may do much:--In desperate + --Patience."--_Old Proverb_. + + +The young skater duly recovered, and thenceforward Mr. Wood's popularity +in the village was established, and the following summer he started a +swimming-class, to which the young men flocked with more readiness than +they commonly showed for efforts made to improve them. + +For my own part I had so realized, to my shame, that one may feel very +adventurous and yet not know how to venture or what to venture in the +time of need, that my whole heart was set upon getting the school-master +to teach me to swim and to dive, with any other lessons in preparedness +of body and mind which I was old enough to profit by. And if the true +tales of his own experiences were more interesting than the Penny +Numbers, it was better still to feel that one was qualifying in one's +own proper person for a life of adventure. + +During the winter Mr. Wood built a boat, which was christened the +_Adela_, after his wife. It was an interesting process to us all. I hung +about and did my best to be helpful, and both Jem and I spoiled our +everyday trousers, and rubbed the boat's sides, the day she was painted. +It was from the _Adela_ that Jem and I had our first swimming-lessons, +Mr. Wood lowering us with a rope under our arms, by which he gave us as +much support as was needed, whilst he taught us how to strike out. + +We had swimming-races on the canal, and having learned to swim and dive +without our clothes, we learnt to do so in them, and found it much more +difficult for swimming and easier for diving. It was then that the +trousers we had damaged when the _Adela_ was built came in most +usefully, and saved us from having to attempt the at least equally +difficult task of persuading my mother to let us spoil good ones in an +amusement which had the unpardonable quality of being "very odd." + +Dear old Charlie had as much fun out of the boat as we had, though he +could not learn to dive. He used to look as if every minute of a pull up +the canal on a sunny evening gave him pleasure; and the brown Irish +spaniel Jem gave him used to swim after the boat and look up in +Charlie's face as if it knew how he enjoyed it. And later on, Mr. Wood +taught Bob Furniss to row and Charlie to steer; so that Charlie could +sometimes go out and feel quite free to stop the boat when and where he +liked. That was after he started so many collections of insects and +water-weeds, and shells, and things you can only see under a microscope. +Bob and he used to take all kinds of pots and pans and nets and dippers +with them, so that Charlie could fish up what he wanted, and keep things +separate. He was obliged to keep the live things he got for his +fresh-water aquarium in different jam-pots, because he could never be +sure which would eat up which till he knew them better, and the +water-scorpions and the dragon-fly larvę ate everything. Bob Furniss did +not mind pulling in among the reeds and waiting as long as you wanted. +Mr. Wood sometimes wanted to get back to his work, but Bob never wanted +to get back to his. And he was very good-natured about getting into the +water and wading and grubbing for things; indeed, I think he got to like +it. + +At first Mr. Wood had been rather afraid of trusting Charlie with him. +He thought Bob might play tricks with the boat, even though he knew how +to manage her, when there was only one helpless boy with him. But Mrs. +Furniss said, "Nay! Our Bob's a bad 'un, but he's not one of that sort, +he'll not plague them that's afflicted." And she was quite right; for +though his father said he could be trusted with nothing else, we found +he could be trusted with Cripple Charlie. + +It was two days before the summer holidays came to an end that Charlie +asked me to come down to the farm and help him to put away his fern +collection and a lot of other things into the places that he had +arranged for them in his room; for now that the school-room was wanted +again, he could not leave his papers and boxes about there. Charlie +lived at the farm altogether now. He was better there than on the moors, +so he boarded there and went home for visits. The room Mrs. Wood had +given him was the one where the old miser had slept. In a memorandum +left with his will it appeared that he had expressed a wish that the +furniture of that room should not be altered, which was how they knew it +was his. So Mrs. Wood had kept the curious old oak bed (the back of +which was fastened into the wall), and an old oak press, with a great +number of drawers with brass handles to them, and all the queer +furniture that she found there, just as it was. Even the brass +warming-pan was only rubbed and put back in its place, and the big +bellows were duly hung up by the small fire-place. But everything was so +polished up and cleaned, the walls re-papered with a soft grey-green +paper spangled with dog-daisies, and the room so brightened up with +fresh blinds and bedclothes, and a bit of bright carpet, that it did +not look in the least dismal, and Charlie was very proud and very fond +of it. It had two windows, one where the beehive was, and one very sunny +one, where he had a balm of Gilead that Isaac's wife gave him, and his +old medicine-bottles full of cuttings on the upper ledge. The old women +used to send him "slippings" off their fairy roses and myrtles and +fuchsias, and they rooted very well in that window, there was so much +sun. + +Charlie had only just begun a fern collection, and I had saved my +pocket-money (I did not want it for anything else) and had bought him +several quires of cartridge-paper; and Dr. Brown had given him a packet +of medicine-labels to cut up into strips to fasten his specimens in +with, and the collection looked very well and very scientific; and all +that remained was to find a good place to put it away in. The drawers of +the press were of all shapes and sizes, but there were two longish very +shallow ones that just matched each other, and when I pulled one of them +out, and put the fern-papers in, they fitted exactly, and the drawer +just held half the collection. I called Charlie to look, and he hobbled +up on his crutches and was delighted, but he said he should like to put +the others in himself, so I got him into a chair, and shut up the full +drawer and pulled out the empty one, and went down-stairs for the two +moleskins we were curing, and the glue-pot, and the toffy-tin, and some +other things that had to be cleared out of the school-room now the +holidays were over. + +When I came back the fern-papers were still outside, and Charlie was +looking flushed and cross. + +"I don't know how you managed," he said, "but I can't get them in. This +drawer must be shorter than the other; it doesn't go nearly so far +back." + +"Oh yes, it does, Charlie!" I insisted, for I felt as certain as people +always do feel about little details of that kind. "The drawers are +exactly alike; you can't have got the fern-sheets quite flush with each +other," and I began to arrange the trayful of things I had brought +up-stairs in the bottom of the cupboard. + +"I _know_ it's the drawer," I heard Charlie say. ("He's as obstinate as +possible," thought I.) + +Then I heard him banging at the wood with his fists and his crutch. ("He +_is_ in a temper!" was my mental comment.) After this my attention was +distracted for a second or two by seeing what I thought was a bit of +toffy left in the tin, and biting it and finding it was a piece of +sheet-glue. I had not spit out all the disgust of it, when Charlie +called me in low, awe-struck tones: "Jack! come here. Quick!" + +I ran to him. The drawer was open, but it seemed to have another drawer +inside it, a long, narrow, shallow one. + +"I hit the back, and this sprang out," said Charlie. "It's a secret +drawer--and look!" + +I did look. The secret drawer was closely packed with rolls of thin +leaflets, which we were old enough to recognize as bank-notes, and with +little bags of wash-leather; and when Charlie opened the little bags +they were filled with gold. + +There was a paper with the money, written by the old miser, to say that +it was a codicil to his will, and that the money was all for Mrs. Wood. +Why he had not left it to her in the will itself seemed very puzzling, +but his lawyer (whom the Woods consulted about it) said that he always +did things in a very eccentric way, but generally for some sort of +reason, even if it were rather a freaky one, and that perhaps he thought +that the relations would be less spiteful at first if they did not know +about the money, and that Mrs. Wood would soon find it, if she used and +valued his old press. + +I don't quite know whether there was any fuss with the relations about +this part of the bequest, but I suppose the lawyer managed it all right, +for the Woods got the money and gave up the school. But they kept the +old house, and bought some more land, and Walnut-tree Academy became +Walnut-tree Farm once more. And Cripple Charlie lived on with them, and +he was so happy, it really seemed as if my dear mother was right when +she said to my father, "I am so pleased, my dear, for that poor boy's +sake, I can hardly help crying. He's got two homes and two fathers and +mothers, where many a young man has none, as if to make good his +affliction to him." + +It puzzles me, even now, to think how my father could have sent Jem and +me to Crayshaw's school. (Nobody ever called him Mr. Crayshaw except the +parents of pupils who lived at a distance. In the neighbourhood he and +his whole establishment were lumped under the one word _Crayshaw's_, and +as a farmer hard by once said to me, "Crayshaw's is universally +disrespected.") + +I do not think it was merely because "Crayshaw's" was cheap that we were +sent there, though my father had so few reasons to give for his choice +that he quoted that among them. A man with whom he had had business +dealings (which gave him much satisfaction for some years, and more +dissatisfaction afterwards) did really, I think, persuade my father to +send us to this school, one evening when they were dining together. + +Few things are harder to guess at than the grounds on which an +Englishman of my father's type "makes up his mind"; and yet the +question is an important one, for an idea once lodged in his head, a +conviction once as much his own as the family acres, and you will as +soon part him from the one as from the other. I have known little +matters of domestic improvements, in which my mother's comfort was +concerned and her experience conclusive, for which he grudged a few +shillings, and was absolutely impenetrable by her persuasions and +representations. And I have known him waste pounds on things of the most +curious variety, foisted on him by advertising agents without knowledge, +trial, or rational ground of confidence. I suppose that persistency, a +glibber tongue than he himself possessed, a mass of printed rubbish +which always looks imposing to the unliterary, that primitive +combination of authoritativeness and hospitality which makes some men as +ready to say Yes to a stranger as they are to say No at home, and +perhaps some lack of moral courage, may account for it. I can clearly +remember how quaintly sheepish my father used to look after committing +some such folly, and how, after the first irrepressible fall of +countenance, my mother would have defended him against anybody else's +opinion, let alone her own. Young as I was I could feel that, and had a +pretty accurate estimate of the value of the moral lecture on faith in +one's fellow-creatures, which was an unfailing outward sign of my +father's inward conviction that he had been taken in by a rogue. I knew +too, well enough, that my mother's hasty and earnest Amen to this +discourse was an equally reliable token of her knowledge that my father +sorely needed defending, and some instinct made me aware also that my +father knew that this was so. That he knew that it was that tender +generosity towards one's beloved, in which so many of her sex so far +exceeds ours, and not an intellectual conviction of his wisdom, which +made her support what he had done, and that feeling this he felt +dissatisfied, and snapped at her accordingly. + +The dislike my dear mother took to the notion of our going to Crayshaw's +only set seals to our fate, and the manner of her protests was not more +fortunate than the matter. She was timid and vacillating from wifely +habit, whilst motherly anxiety goaded her to be persistent and almost +irritable on the subject. Habitually regarding her own wishes and views +as worthless, she quoted the Woods at every turn of her arguments, which +was a mistake, for my father was sufficiently like the rest of his +neighbours not to cotton very warmly to people whose tastes, +experiences, and lines of thought were so much out of the common as +those of the ex-convict and his wife. Moreover, he had made up his mind, +and when one has done that, he is proof against seventy men who can +render a reason. + +To rumours which accused "Crayshaw's" of undue severity, of discomfort, +of bad teaching and worse manners, my father opposed arguments which he +allowed were "old-fashioned" and which were far-fetched from the days of +our great-grandfather. + +A strict school-master was a good school-master, and if more parents +were as wise as Solomon on the subject of the rod, Old England would not +be discredited by such a namby-pamby race as young men of the present +day seemed by all accounts to be. It was high time the boys did rough it +a bit; would my mother have them always tied to her apron-strings? Great +Britain would soon be Little Britain if boys were to be brought up like +young ladies. As to teaching, it was the fashion to make a fuss about +it, and a pretty pass learning brought some folks to, to judge by the +papers and all one heard. His own grandfather lived to ninety-seven, and +died sitting in his chair, in a bottle-green coat and buff breeches. He +wore a pig-tail to the day of his death, and never would be contradicted +by anybody. He had often told my father that at the school _he_ went to, +the master signed the receipts for his money with a cross, but the usher +was a bit of a scholar, and the boys had cream to their porridge on +Sundays. And the old gentleman managed his own affairs to ninety-seven, +and threw the doctor's medicine-bottles out of the window then. He died +without a doubt on his mind or a debt on his books, and my father +(taking a pinch out of Great-Grandfather's snuff-box) hoped Jem and I +might do as well. + +In short, we were sent to "Crayshaw's." + +It was not a happy period of my life. It was not a good or wholesome +period; and I am not fond of recalling it. The time came when I shrank +from telling Charlie everything, almost as if he had been a girl. His +life was lived in such a different atmosphere, under such different +conditions. I could not trouble him, and I did not believe he could make +allowances for me. But on our first arrival I wrote him a long letter +(Jem never wrote letters), and the other day he showed it to me. It was +a first impression, but a sufficiently vivid and truthful one, so I give +it here. + + +"CRAYSHAW'S (for that's what they call it here, and a beastly hole it is). + "_Monday_. + +"MY DEAR OLD CHARLIE,--We came earlier than was settled, for Father got +impatient and there was nothing to stop us, but I don't think old +Crayshaw liked our coming so soon. You never saw such a place, it's so +dreary. A boy showed us straight into the school-room. There are three +rows of double desks running down the room and disgustingly dirty, I +don't know what Mrs. Wood would say, and old Crayshaw's desk is in front +of the fire, so that he can see all the boys sideways, and it just stops +any heat coming to them. And there he was, and I don't think Father +liked the look of him particularly, you never saw an uglier. Such a +flaming face and red eyes like Bob Furniss's ferret and great big +whiskers; but I'll make you a picture of him, at least I'll make two +pictures, for Lewis Lorraine says he's got no beard on Sundays, and +rather a good one on Saturdays. Lorraine is a very rum fellow, but I +like him. It was he showed us in, and he did catch it afterwards, but he +only makes fun of it. Old Crayshaw's desk had got a lot of canes on one +side of it and a most beastly dirty snuffy red and green handkerchief on +the other, and an ink-pot in the middle. He made up to Father like +anything and told such thumpers. He said there were six boys in one +room, but really there's twelve. Jem and I sleep together. There's +nothing to wash in and no prayers. If you say them you get boots at your +head, and one hit Jem behind the ear, so I pulled his sleeve and said, +'Get up, you can say them in bed,' But you know Jem, and he said, 'Wait +till I've done, _God bless Father and Mother_,' and when he had, he went +in and fought, and I backed him up, and them old Crayshaw found us, and +oh, how he did beat us! + +"----_Wednesday_. Old Snuffy is a regular brute, and I don't care if he +finds this and sees what I say. But he won't, for the milkman is taking +it. He always does if you can pay him. But I've put most of my money +into the bank. Three of the top boys have a bank, and we all have to +deposit, only I kept fourpence in one of my boots. They give us +bank-notes for a penny and a halfpenny; they make them themselves. The +sweet-shop takes them. They only give you eleven penny notes for a +shilling in the bank, or else it would burst. At dinner we have a lot of +pudding to begin with, and it's very heavy. You can hardly eat anything +afterwards. The first day Lorraine said quite out loud and very polite, +'Did you say _duff before meat_, young gentlemen?' and I couldn't help +laughing, and old Snuffy beat his head horridly with his dirty fists. +But Lorraine minds nothing; he says he knows old Snuffy will kill him +some day, but he says he doesn't want to live, for his father and mother +are dead; he only wants to catch old Snuffy in three more booby-traps +before he dies. He's caught him in four already. You see, when old +Snuffy is cat-walking he wears goloshes that he may sneak about better, +and the way Lorraine makes booby-traps is by balancing cans of water on +the door when it's ajar, so that he gets doused, and the can falls on +his head, and strings across the bottom of the door, not far from the +ground, so that he catches his goloshes and comes down. The other +fellows say that old Crayshaw had a lot of money given him in trust for +Lorraine, and he's spent it all, and Lorraine has no one to stick up for +him, and that's why Crayshaw hates him. + +"----_Saturday_. I could not catch the milkman, and now I've got your +letter, though Snuffy read it first. Jem and I cry dreadful in bed. +That's the comfort of being together. I'll try and be as good as I can, +but you don't know what this place is. It's very different to the farm. +Do you remember the row about that book Horace Simpson got? I wish you +could see the books the boys have here. At least I don't wish it, for I +wish I didn't look at them, the milkman brings them; he always will if +you can pay him. When I saw old Snuffy find one in Smith's desk, I +expected he would half kill him, but he didn't do much to him, he only +took the book away; and Lorraine says he never does beat them much for +that, because he doesn't want them to leave off buying them, because he +wants them himself. Don't tell the Woods this. Don't tell Mother Jem and +I cry, or else she'll be miserable. I don't so much mind the beatings +(Lorraine says you get hard in time), nor the washing at the sink--nor +the duff puddings--but it is such a beastly hole, and he is such an old +brute, and I feel so dreadful I can't tell you. Give my love to Mrs. +Wood and to Mr. Wood, and to Carlo and to Mary Anne, and to your dear +dear self, and to Isaac when you see him. + "And I am your affectionate friend, + "JACK. + +"P.S. Jem sends his best love, and he's got two black eyes. + +"P.S. No. 2. You would be sorry for Lorraine if you knew him. Sometimes +I'm afraid he'll kill himself, for he says there's really nothing in the +Bible about suicide. So I said--killing yourself is as bad as killing +anybody else. So he said--is stealing from yourself as bad as stealing +from anybody else? And we had a regular _argue_. Some of the boys +argle-bargle on Sundays, he says, but most of them fight. When they +differ, they put tin-tacks with the heads downwards on each other's +places on the forms in school, and if they run into you and you scream, +old Snuffy beats you. The milkman brings them, by the half-ounce, with +very sharp points, if you can pay him. Most of the boys are a horrid +lot, and so dirty. Lorraine is as dirty as the rest, and I asked him +why, and he said it was because he'd thrown up the sponge; but he got +rather red, and he's washed himself cleaner this morning. He says he has +an uncle in India, and some time ago he wrote to him, and told him about +Crayshaw's, and gave the milkman a diamond pin, that had been his +father's, and Snuffy didn't know about, to post it with plenty of +stamps, but he thinks he can't have put plenty on, for no answer ever +came. I've told him I'll post another one for him in the holidays. Don't +say anything about this back in your letters. He reads 'em all. + +"----_Monday_. I've caught the milkman at last, he'll take it this +evening. The lessons here are regular rubbish. I'm so glad I've a good +knife, for if you have you can dig holes in your desk to put collections +in. The boy next to me has earwigs, but you have to keep a look-out, or +he puts them in your ears. I turned up a stone near the sink this +morning, and got five wood-lice for mine. It's considered a very good +collection." + + + + +CHAPTER X. + + "But none inquired how Peter used the rope, + Or what the bruise that made the stripling stoop; + None could the ridges on his back behold, + None sought him shiv'ring in the winter's cold. + * * * * * + The pitying women raised a clamour round." + CRABBE, _The Borough_. + + +A great many people say that all suffering is good for one, and I am +sure pain does improve one very often, and in many ways. It teaches one +sympathy, it softens and it strengthens. But I cannot help thinking that +there are some evil experiences which only harden and stain. The best I +can say for what we endured at Crayshaw's is that it _was_ experience, +and so I suppose could not fail to teach one something, which, as Jem +says, was "more than Snuffy did." + +The affection with which I have heard men speak of their school-days and +school-masters makes me know that Mr. Crayshaw was not a common type of +pedagogue. He was not a common type of man, happily; but I have met +other specimens in other parts of the world in which his leading quality +was as fully developed, though their lives had nothing in common with +his except the opportunities of irresponsible power. + +The old wounds are scars now, it is long past and over, and I am grown +up, and have roughed it in the world; but I say quite deliberately that +I believe that Mr. Crayshaw was not merely a harsh man, uncultured and +inconsiderate, having need and greed of money, taking pupils cheap, +teaching them little or nothing, and keeping a kind of rough order with +too much flogging,--but that the mischief of him was that he was +possessed by a passion (not the less fierce because it was unnatural) +which grew with indulgence and opportunity, as other passions grow, and +that this was a passion for cruelty. + +One does not rough it long in this wicked world without seeing more +cruelty both towards human beings and towards animals than one cares to +think about; but a large proportion of common cruelty comes of +ignorance, bad tradition and uncultured sympathies. Some painful +outbreaks of inhumanity, where one would least expect it, are no doubt +strictly to be accounted for by disease. But over and above these common +and these exceptional instances, one cannot escape the conviction that +irresponsible power is opportunity in all hands and a direct temptation +in some to cruelty, and that it affords horrible development to those +morbid cases in which cruelty becomes a passion. + +That there should ever come a thirst for blood in men as well as tigers, +is bad enough but conceivable when linked with deadly struggle, or at +the wild dictates of revenge. But a lust for cruelty growing fiercer by +secret and unchecked indulgence, a hideous pleasure in seeing and +inflicting pain, seems so inhuman a passion that we shrink from +acknowledging that this is ever so. + +And if it belonged to the past alone, to barbarous despotisms or to +savage life, one might wisely forget it; for the dark pages of human +history are unwholesome as well as unpleasant reading, unless the mind +be very sane in a body very sound. But those in whose hands lie the +destinies of the young and of the beasts who serve and love us, of the +weak, the friendless, the sick and the insane, have not, alas! this +excuse for ignoring the black records of man's abuse of power! + +The records of its abuse in the savage who loads women's slender +shoulders with his burdens, leaves his sick to the wayside jackal, and +knocks his aged father on the head when he is past work; the brutality +of slave-drivers, the iniquities of vice-maddened Eastern +despots;--such things those who never have to deal with them may afford +to forget. + +But men who act for those who have no natural protectors, or have lost +the power of protecting themselves, who legislate for those who have no +voice in the making of laws, and for the brute creation, which we win to +our love and domesticate for our convenience; who apprentice pauper boys +and girls, who meddle with the matters of weak women, sick persons, and +young children, are bound to face a far sadder issue. That even in these +days, when human love again and again proves itself not only stronger +than death, but stronger than all the selfish hopes of life; when the +everyday manners of everyday men are concessions of courtesy to those +who have not the strength to claim it; when children and pet animals are +spoiled to grotesqueness; when the good deeds of priest and physician, +nurse and teacher, surpass all earthly record of them--man, as man, is +no more to be trusted with unchecked power than hitherto. + +The secret histories of households, where power should be safest in the +hands of love; of hospitals, of schools, of orphanages, of poorhouses, +of lunatic-asylums, of religious communities founded for GOD'S worship +and man's pity, of institutions which assume the sacred title as well as +the responsibilities of Home--from the single guardian of some rural +idiot to the great society which bears the blessed Name of Jesus--have +not each and all their dark stories, their hushed-up scandals, to prove +how dire is the need of public opinion without, and of righteous care +within, that what is well begun should be well continued? + +If any one doubts this, let him pause on each instance, one by one, and +think of what he has seen, and heard, and read, and known of; and he +will surely come to the conviction that human nature cannot, even in the +very service of charity, be safely trusted with the secret exercise of +irresponsible power, and that no light can be too fierce to beat upon +and purify every spot where the weak are committed to the tender mercies +of the consciences of the strong. + +Mr. Crayshaw's conscience was not a tender one, and very little light +came into his out-of-the-way establishment, and no check whatever upon +his cruelty. It had various effects on the different boys. It killed one +in my day, and the doctor (who had been "in a difficulty" some years +back, over a matter through which Mr. Crayshaw helped him with bail and +testimony) certified to heart disease, and we all had our +pocket-handkerchiefs washed, and went to the funeral. And Snuffy had +cards printed with a black edge, and several angels and a broken lily, +and the hymn-- + + "Death has been here and borne away + A brother from our side; + Just in the morning of his day, + As young as we he died." + +--and sent them to all the parents. But the pupils had to pay for the +stamps. And my dear mother cried dreadfully, first because she was so +sorry for the boy, and secondly because she ever had felt uncharitably +towards Mr. Crayshaw. + +Crayshaw's cruelty crushed others, it made liars and sneaks of boys +naturally honest, and it produced in Lorraine an unchildlike despair +that was almost grand, so far was the spirit above the flesh in him. But +I think its commonest and strangest result was to make the boys bully +each other. + +One of the least cruel of the tyrannies the big boys put upon the little +ones, sometimes bore very hardly on those who were not strong. They used +to ride races on our backs and have desperate mounted battles and +tournaments. In many a playground and home since then I have seen boys +tilt and race, and steeplechase, with smaller boys upon their backs, and +plenty of wholesome rough-and-tumble in the game; and it has given me a +twinge of heartache to think how, even when we were at play, Crayshaw's +baneful spirit cursed us with its example, so that the big and strong +could not be happy except at the expense of the little and weak. + +For it was the big ones who rode the little ones, with neatly-cut +ash-sticks and clumsy spurs. I can see them now, with the thin legs of +the small boys tottering under them, like a young donkey overridden by a +coal-heaver. + +I was a favourite horse, for I was active and nimble, and (which was +more to the point) well made. It was the shambling, ill-proportioned +lads who suffered most. The biggest boy in school rode me, as a rule, +but he was not at all a bad bully, so I was lucky. He never spurred me, +and he boasted of my willingness and good paces. I am sure he did not +know, I don't suppose he ever stopped to think, how bad it was for me, +or what an aching lump of prostration I felt when it was over. The day I +fainted after winning a steeplechase, he turned a bucket of cold water +over me, and as this roused me into a tingling vitality of pain, he was +quite proud of his treatment, and told me nothing brought a really good +horse round after a hard day like a bucket of clean water. And (so much +are we the creatures of our conditions!) I remember feeling something +approaching to satisfaction at the reflection that I had "gone till I +dropped," and had been brought round after the manner of the +best-conducted stables. + +It was not that that made Jem and me run away. (For we did run away.) +Overstrain and collapse, ill-usage short of torture, hard living and +short commons, one got a certain accustomedness to, according to the +merciful law which within certain limits makes a second nature for us +out of use and wont. The one pain that knew no pause, and allowed of no +revival, the evil that overbore us, mind and body, was the evil of +constant dread. Upon us little boys fear lay always, and the terror of +it was that it was uncertain. What would come next, and from whom, we +never knew. + +It was I who settled we should run away. I did it the night that Jem +gave in, and would do nothing but cry noiselessly into his sleeve and +wish he was dead. So I settled it and told Lorraine. I wanted him to +come too, but he would not. He pretended that he did not care, and he +said he had nowhere to go to. But he got into Snuffy's very own room at +daybreak whilst we stood outside and heard him snoring; and very loud he +must have snored too, for I could hear my heart thumping so I should not +have thought I could have heard anything else. And Lorraine took the +back-door key off the drawers, and let us out, and took it back again. +He feared nothing. There was a walnut-tree by the gate, and Jem said, +"Suppose we do our faces like gipsies, so that nobody may know us." (For +Jem was terribly frightened of being taken back.) So we found some old +bits of peel and rubbed our cheeks, but we dared not linger long over +it, and I said, "We'd better get further on, and we can hide if we hear +steps or wheels." So we took each other's hands, and for nearly a mile +we ran as hard as we could go, looking back now and then over our +shoulders, like the picture of Christian and Hopeful running away from +the Castle of Giant Despair. + +We were particularly afraid of the milkman, for milkmen drive about +early, and he had taken a runaway boy back to Crayshaw's years before, +and Snuffy gave him five shillings. They said he once helped another boy +to get away, but it was a big one, who gave him his gold watch. He would +do anything if you paid him. Jem and I had each a little bundle in a +handkerchief, but nothing in them that the milkman would have cared for. +We managed very well, for we got behind a wall when he went by, and I +felt so much cheered up I thought we should get home that day, far as it +was. But when we got back into the road, I found that Jem was limping, +for Snuffy had stamped on his foot when Jem had had it stuck out beyond +the desk, when he was writing; and the running had made it worse, and at +last he sat down by the roadside, and said I was to go on home and send +back for him. It was not very likely I would leave him to the chance of +being pursued by Mr. Crayshaw; but there he sat, and I thought I never +should have persuaded him to get on my back, for good-natured as he is, +Jem is as obstinate as a pig. But I said, "What's the use of my having +been first horse with the heaviest weight in school, if I can't carry +you?" So he got up and I carried him a long way, and then a cart +overtook us, and we got a lift home. And they knew us quite well, which +shows how little use walnut-juice is, and it is disgusting to get off. + +I think, as it happened, it was very unfortunate that we had discoloured +our faces; for though my mother was horrified at our being so thin and +pinched-looking, my father said that of course we looked frights with +brown daubs all over our cheeks and necks. But then he never did notice +people looking ill. He was very angry indeed, at first, about our +running away, and would not listen to what we said. He was angry too +with my dear mother, because she believed us, and called Snuffy a bad +man and a brute. And he ordered the dog-cart to be brought round, and +said that Martha was to give us some breakfast, and that we might be +thankful to get that instead of a flogging, for that when _he_ ran away +from school to escape a thrashing, his father gave him one thrashing +while the dog-cart was being brought round, and drove him straight back +to school, where the school-master gave him another. + +"And a very good thing for me," said my father, buttoning his coat, +whilst my mother and Martha went about crying, and Jem and I stood +silent. If we were to go back, the more we told, the worse would be +Snuffy's revenge. An unpleasant hardness was beginning to creep over me. +"The next time I run away," was my thought, "I shall not run home." But +with this came a rush of regret for Jem's sake. I knew that Crayshaw's, +did more harm to him than to me, and almost involuntarily I put my arms +round him, thinking that if they would only let him stay, I could go +back and bear anything, like Lewis Lorraine. Jem had been crying, and +when he hid his face on my shoulder, and leaned against me, I thought it +was for comfort, but he got heavier and heavier, till I called out, and +he rolled from my arms and was caught in my father's. He had been +standing about on the bad foot, and pain and weariness and hunger and +fright overpowered him, and he had fainted. + +The dog-cart was counter-ordered, and Jem was put to bed, and Martha +served me a breakfast that would have served six full-grown men. I ate +far more than satisfied me, but far less than satisfied Martha, who +seemed to hope that cold fowl and boiled eggs, fried bacon and pickled +beef, plain cakes and currant cakes, jam and marmalade, buttered toast, +strong tea and unlimited sugar and yellow cream, would atone for the +past in proportion to the amount I ate, if it did not fatten me under +her eyes. I really think I spent the rest of the day in stupor. I am +sure it was not till the following morning that I learned the decision +to which my father had come about us. + +Jem was too obviously ill to be anywhere at present but at home; and my +father decided that he would not send him back to Crayshaw's at all, but +to a much more expensive school in the south of England, to which the +parson of our parish was sending one of his sons. I was to return to +Crayshaw's at once; he could not afford the expensive school for us +both, and Jem was the eldest. Besides which, he was not going to +countenance rebellion in any school to which he sent his sons, or to +insult a man so highly recommended to him as Mr. Crayshaw had been. +There certainly seemed to have been some severity, and the boys seemed +to be a very rough lot; but Jem would fight, and if he gave he must +take. His great-grandfather was just the same, and _he_ fought the +Putney Pet when he was five-and-twenty, and his parents thought he was +sitting quietly at his desk in Fetter Lane. + +I loved Jem too well to be jealous of him, but I was not the less +conscious of the tender tone in which my father always spoke even of +his faults, and of the way it stiffened and cooled when he added that I +was not so ready with my fists, but that I was as fond of my own way as +Jem was of a fight; but that setting up for being unlike other people +didn't do for school life, and that the Woods had done me no kindness by +making a fool of me. He added, however, that he should request Mr. +Crayshaw, as a personal favour, that I should receive no punishment for +running away, as I had suffered sufficiently already. + +We had told very little of the true history of Crayshaw's before Jem +fainted, and I felt no disposition to further confidences. I took as +cheerful a farewell of my mother as I could, for her sake; and put on a +good deal of swagger and "don't care" to console Jem. He said, "You're +as plucky as Lorraine," and then his eyes shut again. He was too ill to +think much, and I kissed his head and left him. After which I got +stoutly into the dog-cart, and we drove back up the dreary hills down +which Jem and I had run away. + +That Snuffy was bland to cringing before my father did not give me hope +that I should escape his direst revenge; and the expression of +Lorraine's face showed me, by its sympathy, what _he_ expected. But we +were both wrong, and for reasons which we then knew nothing about. + +Cruelty was, as I have said, Mr. Crayshaw's ruling passion, but it was +not his only vice. There was a whispered tradition that he had once been +in jail for a misuse of his acquirements in the art of penmanship; and +if you heard his name cropping up in the confidential conversation of +such neighbours as small farmers, the postman, the parish overseer, and +the like, it was sure to be linked with unpleasingly suggestive +expressions, such as--"a dirty bit of business," "a nasty job that," "an +awkward affair," "very near got into trouble," "a bit of bother about +it, but Driver and Quills pulled him through; theirs isn't a nice +business, and they're men of t' same feather as Crayshaw, so I reckon +they're friends." Many such hints have I heard, for the 'White Lion' was +next door to the sweet-shop, and in summer, refreshment of a sober kind, +with conversation to match, was apt to be enjoyed on the benches +outside. The good wives of the neighbourhood used no such euphuisms as +their more prudent husbands, when they spoke of Crayshaw's. Indeed one +of the whispered anecdotes of Snuffy's past was of a hushed-up story +that was just saved from becoming a scandal, but in reference to which +Mr. Crayshaw was even more narrowly saved from a crowd of women who had +taken the too-tardy law into their own hands. I remember myself the +retreat of an unpaid washer-woman from the back premises of Crayshaw's +on one occasion, and the unmistakable terms in which she expressed her +opinions. + +"Don't tell me! I know Crayshaw's well enough; such folks is a curse to +a country-side, but judgment overtakes 'em at last." + +"Judgment," as the good woman worded it, kept threatening Mr. Crayshaw +long before it overtook him, as it is apt to disturb scoundrels who keep +a hypocritical good name above their hidden misdeeds. As it happened, at +the very time Jem and I ran away from him, Mr. Crayshaw himself was +living in terror of one or two revelations, and to be deserted by two of +his most respectably connected boys was an ill-timed misfortune. The +countenance my father had been so mistaken as to afford to his +establishment was very important to him, for we were the only pupils +from within fifty miles, and our parents' good word constituted an +"unexceptionable reference." + +Thus it was that Snuffy pleaded humbly (but in vain) for the return of +Jem, and that he not only promised that I should not suffer, but to my +amazement kept his word. + +Judgment lingered over the head of Crayshaw's for two years longer, and +I really think my being there had something to do with maintaining its +tottering reputation. I was almost the only lad in the school whose +parents were alive and at hand and in a good position, and my father's +name stifled scandal. Most of the others were orphans, being cheaply +educated by distant relatives or guardians, or else the sons of poor +widows who were easily bamboozled by Snuffy's fluent letters, and the +religious leaflets which it was his custom to enclose. (In several of +these cases, he was "managing" the poor women's "affairs" for them.) One +or two boys belonged to people living abroad. Indeed, the worst bully in +the school was a half-caste, whose smile, when he showed his gleaming +teeth, boded worse than any other boy's frown. He was a wonderful +acrobat, and could do extraordinary tricks of all sorts. My being nimble +and ready made me very useful to him as a confederate in the exhibitions +which his intense vanity delighted to give on half-holidays, and kept me +in his good graces till I was old enough to take care of myself. Oh, how +every boy who dreaded him applauded at these entertainments! And what +dangerous feats I performed, every other fear being lost in the fear of +him! I owe him no grudge for what he forced me to do (though I have had +to bear real fire without flinching when he failed in a conjuring trick, +which should only have simulated the real thing); what I learned from +him has come in so useful since, that I forgive him all. + +I was there for two years longer. Snuffy bullied me less, and hated me +the more. I knew it, and he knew that I knew it. It was a hateful life, +but I am sure the influence of a good home holds one up in very evil +paths. Every time we went back to our respective schools my father gave +us ten shillings, and told us to mind our books, and my mother kissed us +and made us promise we would say our prayers every day. I could not bear +to break my promise, though I used to say them in bed (the old form we +learnt from her), and often in such a very unfit frame of mind, that +they were what it is very easy to call "a mockery." + +GOD knows (Who alone knows the conditions under which each soul blunders +and spells on through life's hard lessons) if they were a mockery. _I_ +know they were unworthy to be offered to Him, but that the habit helped +to keep me straight I am equally sure. Then I had a good home to go to +during the holidays. That was everything, and it is in all humbleness +that I say that I do not think the ill experiences of those years +degraded me much. I managed to keep some truth and tenderness about me; +and I am thankful to remember that I no more cringed to Crayshaw than +Lorraine did, and that though I stayed there till I was a big boy, I +never maltreated a little one. + + + + +CHAPTER XI. + + "Whose powers shed round him in the common strife + Or mild concerns of ordinary life, + A constant influence, a peculiar grace; + * * * * * * + Or if an unexpected call succeed, + Come when it will, is equal to the need." + WORDSWORTH'S _Happy Warrior._ + + +Judgement came at last. During my first holidays I had posted a letter +from Lewis Lorraine to the uncle in India to whom he had before +endeavoured to appeal. The envelope did not lack stamps, but the address +was very imperfect, and it was many months in reaching him. He wrote a +letter, which Lewis never received, Mr. Crayshaw probably knew why. But +twelve months after that Colonel Jervois came to England, and he lost no +time in betaking himself to Crayshaw's. From Crayshaw's he came to my +father, the only "unexceptionable reference" left to Snuffy to put +forward. + +The Colonel came with a soldier's promptness, and, with the utmost +courtesy of manner, went straight to the point. His life had not +accustomed him to our neighbourly unwillingness to interfere with +anything that did not personally concern us, nor to the prudent patience +with which country folk will wink long at local evils. In the upshot +what he asked was what my mother had asked three years before. Had my +father personal knowledge or good authority for believing the school to +be a well-conducted one, and Mr. Crayshaw a fit man for his responsible +post? Had he ever heard rumours to the man's discredit? + +Replies that must do for a wife will not always answer a man who puts +the same questions. My great-grandfather's memory was not evoked on this +occasion, and my father frankly confessed that his personal knowledge of +Crayshaw's was very small, and that the man on whose recommendation he +had sent us to school there had just proved to be a rascal and a +swindler. Our mother had certainly heard rumours of severity, but he had +regarded her maternal anxiety as excessive, etc., etc. In short, my dear +father saw that he had been wrong, and confessed it, and was now as +ready as the Colonel to expose Snuffy's misdeeds. + +No elaborate investigation was needed. An attack once made on Mr. +Crayshaw's hollow reputation, it cracked on every side; first hints +crept out, then scandals flew. The Colonel gave no quarter, and he did +not limit his interest to his own nephew. + +"A widow's son, ma'am," so he said to my mother, bowing over her hand as +he led her in to dinner, in a style to which we were quite unaccustomed; +"a widow's son, ma'am, should find a father in every honest man who can +assist him." + +The tide having turned against Snuffy, his friends (of the Driver and +Quills type) turned with it. But they gained nothing, for one morning he +got up as early as we had done, and ran away, and I never heard of him +again. And before nightfall the neighbours, who had so long tolerated +his wickedness, broke every pane of glass in his windows. + +During all this, Lewis Lorraine and his uncle stayed at our house. The +Colonel spent his time between holding indignant investigations, writing +indignant letters (which he allowed us to seal with his huge signet), +and walking backwards and forwards to the town to buy presents for the +little boys. + +When Snuffy ran away, and the school was left to itself, Colonel Jervois +strode off to the nearest farm, requisitioned a waggon, and having +packed the boys into it, bought loaves and milk enough to breakfast +them all, and transported the whole twenty-eight to our door. He left +four with my mother, and marched off with the rest. The Woods took in a +large batch, and in the course of the afternoon he had for love or money +quartered them all. He betrayed no nervousness in dealing with numbers, +in foraging for supplies, or in asking for what he wanted. Whilst other +people had been doubting whether it might not "create unpleasantness" to +interfere in this case and that, the Colonel had fought each boy's +battle, and seen most of them off on their homeward journeys. He was +used to dealing with men, and with emergencies, and it puzzled him when +my Uncle Henry consulted his law-books and advised caution, and my +father saw his agent on farm business, whilst the fate of one of +Crayshaw's victims yet hung in the balance. + +When all was over the Colonel left us, and took Lewis with him, and his +departure raised curiously mixed feelings of regret and relief. + +He had quite won my mother's heart, chiefly by his energy and tenderness +for the poor boys, and partly by his kindly courtesy and deference +towards her. Indeed all ladies liked him--all, that is, who knew him. +Before they came under the influence of his pleasantness and politeness, +he shared the half-hostile reception to which any person or anything +that was foreign to our daily experience was subjected in our +neighbourhood. So that the first time Colonel Jervois appeared in our +pew, Mrs. Simpson (the wife of a well-to-do man of business who lived +near us) said to my mother after church, "I see you've got one of the +military with you," and her tone was more critical than congratulatory. +But when my mother, with unconscious diplomacy, had kept her to +luncheon, and the Colonel had handed her to her seat, and had stroked +his moustache, and asked in his best manner if she meant to devote her +son to the service of his country, Mrs. Simpson undid her +bonnet-strings, fairly turned her back on my father, and was quite +unconscious when Martha handed the potatoes; and she left us wreathed in +smiles, and resolved that Mr. Simpson should buy their son Horace a +commission instead of taking him into the business. Mr. Simpson did not +share her views, and I believe he said some rather nasty things about +swaggering, and not having one sixpence to rub against another. And Mrs. +Simpson (who was really devoted to Horace and could hardly bear him out +of her sight) reflected that it was possible to get shot as well as to +grow a moustache if you went into the army; but she still maintained +that she should always remember the Colonel as a thorough gentleman, and +a wonderful judge of the character of boys. + +The Colonel made great friends with the Woods, and he was deeply +admired by our rector, who, like many parsons, had a very military +heart, and delighted in exciting tales of the wide world which he could +never explore. It was perhaps natural that my father should hardly be +devoted to a stranger who had practically reproached his negligence, but +the one thing that did draw him towards the old Indian officer was his +habit of early rising. My father was always up before any of us, but he +generally found the Colonel out before him, enjoying the early hours of +the day as men who have lived in hot climates are accustomed to do. They +used to come in together in very pleasant moods to breakfast; but with +the post-bag Lorraine's uncle was sure to be moved to voluble +indignation, or pity, or to Utopian plans to which my father listened +with puzzled impatience. He did not understand the Colonel, which was +perhaps not to be wondered at. + +His moral courage had taken away our breath, and physical courage was +stamped upon his outward man. If he was anything he was manly. It was +because he was in some respects very womanly too, that he puzzled my +father's purely masculine brain. The mixture, and the vehemence of the +mixture, were not in his line. He would have turned "Crayshaw's" +matters over in his own mind as often as hay in a wet season before +grappling with the whole bad business as the Colonel had done. And on +the other hand, it made him feel uncomfortable and almost ashamed to see +tears standing in the old soldier's eyes as he passionately blamed +himself for what had been suffered by "my sister's son." + +The servants one and all adored Colonel Jervois. They are rather acute +judges of good breeding, and men and maids were at one on the fact that +he was a visitor who conferred social distinction on the establishment. +They had decided that we should "dine late so long as The Gentleman" was +with us, whilst my mother was thinking how to break so weighty an +innovation to such valuable servants. They served him with alacrity, and +approved of his brief orders and gracious thanks. The Colonel did +unheard-of things with impunity--threw open his bedroom shutters at +night, and more than once unbarred and unbolted the front door to go +outside for a late cigar. Nothing puzzled Martha more than the nattiness +with which he put all the bolts and bars back into their places, as if +he had been used to the door as long as she had. + +Indeed he had all that power of making himself at home, which is most +fully acquired by having had to provide for yourself in strange places, +but he carried it too far. + +One day he penetrated into the kitchen (having previously been rummaging +the kitchen-garden) and insisted upon teaching our cook how to make +curry. The lesson was much needed, and it was equally well intended, but +it was a mistake. Everything cannot be carried by storm, whatever the +military may think. Jane said, "Yes, sir," at every point that +approached to a pause in the Colonel's ample instructions, but she never +moved her eyes from the magnificent moustache which drooped above the +stew-pan, nor her thoughts from the one idea produced by the +occasion--that The Gentleman had caught her without her cap. In short +our curries were no worse, and no better, in consequence of the shock to +kitchen etiquette (for that was all) which she received. + +And yet we modified our household ways for him, as they were never +modified for any one else. On Martha's weekly festival for cleaning the +bedrooms (and if a room was occupied for a night, she scrubbed after the +intruder as if he had brought the plague in his portmanteau) the +smartest visitor we ever entertained had to pick his or her way through +the upper regions of the house, where soap and soda were wafted on high +and unexpected breezes along passages filled with washstands and +clothes-baskets, cane-seated chairs and baths, mops, pails and brooms. +But the Colonel had "given such a jump" on meeting a towel-horse at +large round a sharp corner, and had seemed so uncomfortable on finding +everything that he thought was inside his room turned outside, that for +that week Martha left the lower part of the house uncleaned, and did not +turn either the dining or drawing rooms into the hall on their appointed +days. She had her revenge when he was gone. + +On the day of his departure, my lamentations had met with the warmest +sympathy as I stirred toffy over Jane's kitchen fire, whilst Martha +lingered with the breakfast things, after a fashion very unusual with +her, and gazed at the toast-rack and said, "the Colonel had eaten +nothing of a breakfast to travel on." But next morning, I met her in +another mood. It was a mood to which we were not strangers, though it +did not often occur. In brief, Martha (like many another invaluable +domestic) "had a temper of her own"; but to do her justice her ill +feelings generally expended themselves in a rage for work, and in taking +as little ease herself as she allowed to other people. I knew what it +meant when I found her cleaning the best silver when she ought to have +been eating her breakfast; but my head was so full of the Colonel, that +I could not help talking about him, even if the temptation to tease +Martha had not been overwhelming. No reply could I extract; only once, +as she passed swiftly to the china cupboard, with the whole Crown Derby +tea and coffee service on one big tray (the Colonel had praised her +coffee), I heard her mutter--"Soldiers is very upsetting." Certainly, +considering what she did in the way of scolding, scouring, blackleading, +polishing and sand-papering that week, it was not Martha's fault if we +did not "get straight again," furniture and feelings. I've heard her say +that Calais sand would "fetch anything off," and I think it had fetched +the Colonel off her heart by the time that the cleaning was done. + +It had no such effect on mine. Lewis Lorraine himself did not worship +his uncle more devoutly than I. Colonel Jervois had given me a new +ideal. It was possible, then, to be enthusiastic without being unmanly; +to live years out of England, and come back more patriotic than many +people who stayed comfortably at home; to go forth into the world and be +the simpler as well as the wiser, the softer as well as the stronger for +the experience? So it seemed. And yet Lewis had told me, with such tears +as Snuffy never made him shed, how tender his uncle was to his +unworthiness, what allowances he made for the worst that Lewis could say +of himself, and what hope he gave him of a good and happy future. + +"He cried as bad as I did," Lewis said, "and begged me to forgive him +for having trusted so much to my other guardian. Do you know, Jack, +Snuffy regularly forged a letter like my handwriting, to answer that one +Uncle Eustace wrote, which he kept back? He might well do such good +copies, and write the year of Our Lord with a swan at the end of the +last flourish! And you remember what we heard about his having been in +prison--but, oh, dear! I don't want to remember. He says I am to forget, +and he forbade me to talk about Crayshaw's, and said I was not to +trouble my head about anything that had happened there. He kept saying, +'Forget, my boy, forget! Say GOD help me, and look forward. While +there's life there's always the chance of a better life for every one. +Forget! forget!'" + +Lewis departed with his uncle. Charlie went for two nights to the moors. +Jem's holidays had not begun, and in our house we were "cleaning down" +after the Colonel as if he had been the sweeps. + +I went to old Isaac for sympathy. He had become very rheumatic the last +two years, but he was as intelligent as ever, and into his willing ear I +poured all that I could tell of my hero, and much that I only imagined. + +His sympathy met me more than half-way. The villagers as a body were +unbounded in their approval of the Colonel, and Mrs. Irvine was even +greedier than old Isaac for every particular I could impart respecting +him. + +"He's a _handsome_ gentleman," said the bee-master's wife, "and he +passed us (my neighbour, Mrs. Mettam, and me) as near, sir, as I am to +you, with a gold-headed stick in his hand, and them lads following after +him, for all the world like the Good Shepherd and his flock." + +I managed not to laugh, and old Isaac added, "There's a many in this +village, sir, would have been glad to have taken the liberty of +expressing themselves to the Colonel, and a _depitation_ did get as far +as your father's gates one night, but they turned bashful and come home +again. And I know, for one, Master Jack, that if me and my missus had +had a room fit to offer one of them poor young gentlemen, I'd have given +a week's wage to do it, and the old woman would have been happy to her +dying day." + + + + +CHAPTER XII. + + "GOD help me! save I take my part + Of danger on the roaring sea, + A devil rises in my heart, + Far worse than any death to me." + TENNYSON'S _Sailor-boy_. + + +The fact that my father had sent me back against my will to a school +where I had suffered so much and learnt so little, ought perhaps to have +drawn us together when he discovered his mistake. Unfortunately it did +not. He was deeply annoyed with himself for having been taken in by +Snuffy, but he transferred some of this annoyance to me, on grounds +which cut me to the soul, and which I fear I resented so much that I was +not in a mood that was favourable to producing a better understanding +between us. The injustice which I felt so keenly was, that my father +reproached me with having what he called "kept him in the dark" about +the life at Crayshaw's. At my age I must have seen how wicked the man +and his system were. + +I reminded him that I had run away from them once, and had told all +that I dared, but that he would not hear me then. He would not hear me +now. + +"I don't wish to discuss the subject. It is a very painful one," he said +(and I believe it was as physically distressing to him as the thought of +Cripple Charlie's malformation). "I have no wish to force your +confidence when it is too late," he added (and it was this which I felt +to be so hard). "I don't blame you; you have other friends who suit you +better, but you have never been fully open with me. All I can say is, if +Mr. Wood was better informed than I have been, and did not acquaint me, +he has behaved in a manner which---- There--don't speak! we'll dismiss the +subject. You have suffered enough, if you have not acted as I should +have expected you to act. I blame myself unutterably, and I hope I see +my way to such a comfortable and respectable start in life for you that +these three years in that vile place may not be to your permanent +disadvantage." + +I was just opening my lips to thank him, when he got up and went to his +tall desk, where he took a pinch of snuff, and then added as he turned +away, "Thank GOD I have _one_ son who is frank with his father!" + +My lips were sealed in an instant. This, then, was my reward for that +hard journey of escape, with Jem on my back, which had only saved him; +for having stifled envy in gladness for his sake, when (in those bits +of our different holidays which overlapped each other) I saw and felt +the contrast between our opportunities; for having suffered my harder +lot in silence that my mother might not fret, when I felt certain that +my father would not interfere! My heart beat as if it would have pumped +the tears into my eyes by main force, but I kept them back, and said +steadily enough, "Is that all, sir?" + +My father did not look up, but he nodded his head and said, "Yes; you +may go." + +As I went he called me back. + +"Are you going to the farm this afternoon?" + +To my own infinite annoyance I blushed as I answered, "I was going to +sit with Charlie a bit, unless you have any objection." + +"Not at all. I only asked for information. I have no wish to interfere +with any respectable friends you may be disposed to give your confidence +to. But I should like it to be understood that either your mother or I +must have some knowledge of your movements." + +"Mother knew quite well I was going!" I exclaimed "Why, I've got a +parcel to take to Mrs. Wood from her." + +"Very good. There's no occasion to display temper. Shut the door after +you." + +I shut it very gently. (If three years at Crayshaw's had taught me +nothing else, it had taught me much self-control.) Then I got away to +the first hiding-place I could find, and buried my head upon my arms. +Would not a beating from Snuffy have been less hard to bear? Surely sore +bones from those one despises are not so painful as a sore heart from +those one loves. + +Our household affections were too sound at the core for the mere fact of +displeasing my father not to weigh heavily on my soul. But I could not +help defending myself in my own mind against what I knew to be +injustice. + +Jem "frank with his father"? Well he might be, when our father's +partiality met him half-way at every turn. _That_ was no fancy of mine. +I had the clearest of childish remembrances of an occasion when I wanted +to do something which our farming-man thought my father would not +approve, and how when I urged the fact that Jem had already done it with +impunity, he shook his head wiseacrely, and said, "Aye, aye, Master +Jack. But ye know they say some folks may steal a horse, when other +folks mayn't look over the hedge." + +The vagueness of "some folks" and "other folks" had left the proverb +dark to my understanding when I heard it, but I remembered it till I +understood it. + +I never was really jealous of Jem. He was far too good-natured and +unspoilt, and I was too fond of him. Besides which, if the mental tone +of our country lives was at rather a dull level, it was also wholesomely +unfavourable to the cultivation of morbid grievances, or the dissection +of one's own hurt feelings. If I had told anybody about me, from my dear +mother down to our farming-man, that I was misunderstood and wanted +sympathy, I should probably have been answered that many a lad of my age +was homeless and wanted boots. As a matter of reasoning the reply would +have been defective, but for practical purposes it would have been much +to the point. And it is fair to this rough-and-ready sort of philosophy +to defend it from a common charge of selfishness. It was not that I +should have been the happier because another lad was miserable, but that +an awakened sympathy with his harder fate would tend to dwarf egotistic +absorption in my own. Such considerations, in short, are no +justification of those who are responsible for needless evil or +neglected good, but they are handy helps to those who suffer from them, +and who feel sadly sorry for themselves. + +I am sure the early-begun and oft-reiterated teaching of daily +thankfulness for daily blessing was very useful to me at Crayshaw's and +has been useful to me ever since. With my dear mother herself it was +merely part of that pure and constant piety which ran through her daily +life, like a stream that is never frozen and never runs dry. In me it +had no such grace, but it was an early-taught good habit (as instinctive +as any bodily habit) to feel--"Well, I'm thankful things are not so with +me;" as quickly as "Ah, it might have been thus!" Looking at the fates +and fortunes and dispositions of other boys, I had, even at Snuffy's +"much to be thankful for" as well as much to endure, and it was a good +thing for me that I could balance the two. For if the grace of +thankfulness does not solve the riddles of life, it lends a willing +shoulder to its common burdens. + +I certainly had needed all my philosophy at home as well as at school. +It was hard to come back, one holiday-time after another, ignorant +except for books that I devoured in the holidays, and for my own +independent studies of maps, and an old geography book at Snuffy's from +which I was allowed to give lessons to the lowest form; rough in looks, +and dress, and manners (I knew it, but it requires some self-respect +even to use a nail-brush, and self-respect was next door to impossible +at Crayshaw's); and with my north-country accent deepened, and my +conversation disfigured by slang which, not being fashionable slang, was +as inadmissible as thieves' lingo; it was hard, I say, to come back +thus, and meet dear old Jem, and generally one at least of his +school-fellows whom he had asked to be allowed to invite--both of them +well dressed, well cared for, and well mannered, full of games that were +not in fashion at Crayshaw's, and slang as "correct" as it was +unintelligible. + +Jem's heart was as true to me as ever, but he was not so thin-skinned as +I am. He was never a fellow who worried himself much about anything, and +I don't think it struck him I could feel hurt or lonely. He would say, +"I say, Jack, what a beastly way your hair is cut. I wish Father would +let you come to our school:" or, "Don't say it was a dirty trick--say it +was a beastly chouse, or something of that sort. We're awfully +particular about talking at ----'s, and I don't want Cholmondley to hear +you." + +Jem was wonderfully polished-up himself, and as pugnacious on behalf of +all the institutions of his school as he had once been about our pond. I +got my hair as near right as one cutting and the town hair-cutter could +bring it, and mended my manners and held my own with good temper. When +it came to feats of skill or endurance, I more than held my own. Indeed, +I so amazed one very "swell" little friend of Jem's whose mother (a +titled lady) had allowed him to spend part of the summer holidays with +Jem for change of air, that he vowed I must go and stay with him in the +winter, and do juggler and acrobat at their Christmas theatricals. But +he may have reported me as being rough as well as ready, for her +ladyship never ratified the invitation. Not that I would have left home +at Christmas, and not that I lacked pleasure in the holidays. But other +fashions of games and speech and boyish etiquette lay between me and +Jem; hospitality, if not choice, kept him closely with his +school-fellows, and neither they nor he had part in the day-dreams of my +soul. + +For the spell of the Penny Numbers had not grown weaker as I grew older. +In the holidays I came back to them as to friends. At school they made +the faded maps on Snuffy's dirty walls alive with visions, and many a +night as I lay awake with pain and over-weariness in the stifling +dormitory, my thoughts took refuge not in dreams of home nor in castles +of the air, but in phantom ships that sailed for ever round the world. + +The day of the interview with my father I roused myself from my +grievances to consider a more practical question. Why should I not go to +sea? No matter whose fault it was, there was no doubt that I was +ill-educated, and that I did not please my father as Jem did. On the +other hand I was strong and hardy, nimble and willing to obey; and I had +roughed it enough, in all conscience. I must have ill luck indeed, if I +lit upon a captain more cruel than Mr. Crayshaw. I did not know exactly +how it was to be accomplished, but I knew enough to know that I could +not aim at the Royal Navy. Of course I should have preferred it. I had +never seen naval officers, but if they were like officers in the army, +like Colonel Jervois, for instance, it was with such a port and bearing +that I would fain have carried myself when I grew up to be a man. I +guessed, however, that money and many other considerations might make it +impossible for me to be a midshipman; but I had heard of boys being +apprenticed to merchant-vessels, and I resolved to ask my father if he +would so apprentice me. + +He refused, and he accompanied his refusal with an unfavourable +commentary on my character and conduct, which was not the less bitter +because the accusations were chiefly general. + +This sudden fancy for the sea--well, if it were not a sudden fancy, but +a dream of my life, what a painful instance it afforded of my habitual +want of frankness!--This long-concealed project which I had suddenly +brought to the surface--I had talked about it to my mother years ago, +had I, but it had distressed her, and even to my father, but he had +snubbed me?--then I had been deliberately fostering aims and plans to +which I had always known that my parents would be opposed. My father +didn't believe a word of it. It was the old story. I must be peculiar +at any price. I must have something new to amuse me, and be unlike the +rest of the family. It was always the same. For years I had found more +satisfaction from the conversation of a man who had spent ten years of +his life in the hulks than from that of my own father. Then this Indian +Colonel had taken my fancy, and it had made him sick to see the +womanish--he could call it no better, the _weak-womanish_--way in which +I worshipped him. If I were a daughter instead of a son, my caprices +would distress and astonish him less. He could have sent me to my +mother, and my mother might have sent me to my needle. In a son, from +whom he looked for manly feeling and good English common-sense, it was +painful in the extreme. Vanity, the love of my own way, and want of +candour--(my father took a pinch of snuff between each count of the +indictment)--these were my besetting sins, and would lead me into +serious trouble. This new fad, just, too, when he had made most +favourable arrangements for my admission into my Uncle Henry's office as +the first step in a prosperous career. I didn't know; didn't I? Perhaps +not. Perhaps I had been at the Woods' when he and my mother were +speaking of it. But now I did know. The matter was decided, and he hoped +I should profit by my opportunities. I might go, and I was to shut the +door after me. + +I omit what my father said of the matter from a religious point of +view, though he accused me of flying in the face of Providence as well +as the Fifth Commandment. The piety which kept a pure and GOD-fearing +atmosphere about my home, and to which I owe all the strength I have +found against evil since I left it, was far too sincere in both my +parents for me to speak of any phase of it with disrespect. Though I may +say here that I think it is to be wished that more good people exercised +judgment as well as faith in tracing the will of Heaven in their own. +Practically I did not even then believe that I was more "called" to that +station of life which was to be found in Uncle Henry's office, than to +that station of life which I should find on board a vessel in the +Merchant Service, and it only discredited truth in my inmost soul when +my father put his plans for my career in that light. Just as I could not +help feeling it unfair that a commandment which might have been fairly +appealed to if I had disobeyed him, should be used against me in +argument because I disagreed with him. + +I did disagree with him utterly. Uncle Henry's office was a gloomy +place, where I had had to endure long periods of waiting as a child when +my mother took us in to the dentist, and had shopping and visiting of +uncertain length to do. Uncle Henry himself was no favourite with me. He +was harder than my father if you vexed him, and less genial when you +didn't. And I wanted to go to sea. But it did not seem a light matter to +me to oppose my parents, and they were both against me. My dear mother +was thrown into the profoundest distress by the bare notion. In her view +to be at sea was merely to run an imminent and ceaseless risk of +shipwreck; and even this jeopardy of life and limb was secondary to the +dangers that going ashore in foreign places would bring upon my mind and +morals. + +So when my father spoke kindly to me at supper, and said that he had +arranged with Mr. Wood that I should read with him for two hours every +evening, in preparation for my future life as an articled clerk, my +heart was softened. I thanked him gratefully, and resolved for my own +part to follow what seemed to be the plain path of duty, though it led +to Uncle Henry's office, and not out into the world. + +The capacity in which I began life in Uncle Henry's office was that of +office boy, and the situation was attended in my case with many +favourable conditions. Uncle Henry wished me to sleep on the premises, +as my predecessor had done, but an accidental circumstance led to my +coming home daily, which I infinitely preferred. This was nothing less +than an outbreak of boils all over me, upon which, every domestic +application having failed, and gallons of herb tea only making me +worse, Dr. Brown was called in, and pronounced my health in sore need of +restoration. The regimen of Crayshaw's was not to be recovered from in a +day, and the old doctor would not hear of my living altogether in the +town. If I went to the office at all, he said, I must ride in early, and +ride out in the evening. So much fresh air and exercise were imperative, +and I must eat two solid meals a day under no less careful an eye than +that of my mother. + +She was delighted. She thought (even more than usual) that Doctor Brown +was a very Solomon in spectacles, and I quite agreed with her. The few +words that followed gave a slight shock to her favourable opinion of his +wisdom, but I need hardly say that it confirmed mine. + +He had given me a kindly slap on the shoulder, which happened at that +moment to be the sorest point in my body, and I was in no small pain +from head to foot. I only tightened my lips, but I suppose he bethought +himself of what he had done, and he looked keenly at me and said, "You +can bear pain, Master Jack?" + +"Oh, Jack's a very brave boy," said my dear mother. "Indeed, he's only +too brave. He upset his father and me terribly last week by wanting to +go to sea instead of to the office." + +"And much better for him, ma'am," said the old doctor, promptly; "he'll +make a first-rate sailor, and if Crayshaw's is all the schooling he's +had, a very indifferent clerk." + +"That's just what I think!" I began, but my mother coloured crimson with +distress, and I stopped, and went after her worsted ball which she had +dropped, whilst she appealed to Doctor Brown. + +"Pray don't say so, Doctor Brown. Jack is _very_ good, and it's all +_quite_ decided. I couldn't part with him, and his father would be _so_ +annoyed if the subject----" + +"Tut, tut, ma'am!" said the doctor, pocketing his spectacles; "I never +interfere with family affairs, and I never repeat what I hear. The first +rules of the profession, young gentleman, and very good general rules +for anybody." + +I got quite well again, and my new life began. I rode in and out of the +town every day on Rob Roy, our red-haired pony. After tea I went to the +farm to be taught by Mr. Wood, and at every opportunity I devoured such +books as I could lay my hands on. I fear I had very little excuse for +not being contented now. And yet I was not content. + +It seems absurd to say that the drains had anything to do with it, but +the horrible smell which pervaded the office added to the +distastefulness of the place, and made us all feel ill and fretful, +except my uncle, and Moses Benson, the Jew clerk. He was never ill, and +he said he smelt nothing; which shows that one may have a very big nose +to very little purpose. + +My uncle pooh-poohed the unwholesome state of the office, for two +reasons which certainly had some weight. The first was that he himself +had been there for five-and-twenty years without suffering by it; and +the second was, that the defects of drainage were so radical that (the +place belonging to that period of house-building when the system of +drainage was often worse than none at all) half the premises, if not +half the street, would have to be pulled down for any effectual remedy. +So it was left as it was, and when Mr. Burton, the head clerk, had worse +headaches than usual, he used to give me sixpence for chloride of lime, +which I distributed at my discretion, and on those days Moses Benson +used generally to say that he "fancied he smelt something." + +Moses Benson was an articled clerk to my uncle, but he had no +pretensions to be considered a gentleman. His father kept a small shop +where second-hand watches were the most obvious goods; but the old man +was said to have money, though the watches did not seem to sell very +fast, and his son had duly qualified for his post, and had paid a good +premium. Moses was only two or three years older than I, not that I +could have told anything about his age from his looks. He was sallow, +and had a big nose; his hands were fat, his feet were small, and I think +his head was large, but perhaps his hair made it look larger than it +was, for it was thick and very black, and though it was curly, it was +not like Jem's; the curls were more like short ringlets, and if he bent +over his desk they hid his forehead, and when he put his head back to +think, they lay on his coat-collar. And I suppose it was partly because +he could not smell with his nose, that he used such very strong +hair-oil, and so much of it. It used to make his coat-collar in a horrid +state, but he always kept a little bottle of "scouring drops" on the +ledge of his desk, and when it got very bad, I knelt behind him on the +corner of his stool and scoured his coat-collar with a little bit of +flannel. Not that I did it half so well as he could. He wore very +odd-looking clothes, but he took great care of them, and was always +touching them up, and "reviving" his hat with one of Mrs. O'Flannagan's +irons. He used to sell bottles of the scouring drops to the other +clerks, and once he got me to get my mother to buy some. He gave me a +good many little odd jobs to do for him, but he always thanked me, and +from the beginning to the end of our acquaintance he was invariably +kind. + +I remember a very odd scene that happened at the beginning of it. + +Mr. Burton (the other clerk, whose time was to expire the following +year, which was to make a vacancy for me) was a very different man from +Moses Benson. He was respectably connected, and looked down on "the +Jew-boy," but he was hot-tempered, and rather slow-witted, and I think +Moses could manage him; and I think it was he who kept their constant +"tiffs" from coming to real quarrels. + +One day, very soon after I began office-life, Benson sent me out to get +him some fancy notepaper, and when I came back I saw the red-haired Mr. +Burton standing by the desk and looking rather more sickly and cross +than usual. I laid down the paper and the change, and asked if Benson +wanted anything else. He thanked me exceedingly kindly, and said, "No," +and I went out of the enclosure and back to the corner where I had been +cutting out some newspaper extracts for my uncle. At the same time I +drew from under my overcoat which was lying there, an old railway volume +of one of Cooper's novels which Charlie had lent me. I ought not to have +been reading novels in office-hours, but I had had to stop short last +night because my candle went out just at the most exciting point, and I +had had no time to see what became of everybody before I started for +town in the morning. I could bear suspense no longer, and plunged into +my book. + +How it was in these circumstances that I heard what the two clerks were +saying, I don't know. They talked constantly in these open enclosures, +when they knew I was within hearing. On this occasion I suppose they +thought I had gone out, and it was some minutes before I discovered that +they were talking of me. Burton spoke first, and in an irritated tone. + +"You treat this young shaver precious different to the last one." + +The Jew spoke very softly, and with an occasional softening of the +consonants in his words. "How obsherving you are!" said he. + +Burton snorted. "It don't take much observation to see that. But I +suppose you have your reasons. You Jews are always so sly. That's how +you get on so, I suppose." + +"You Gentiles," replied Moses (and the Jew's voice had tones which gave +him an infinite advantage in retaliating scorn), "you Gentiles would do +as well as we do if you were able to foresee and knew how to wait. You +have all the selfishness for success, my dear, but the gifts of prophecy +and patience are wanting to you." + +"That's nothing to do with your little game about the boy," said +Burton; "however, I suppose you can keep your own secrets." + +"I have no secrets," said Moses gently. "And if you take my advice, you +never will have. If you have no secrets, my dear, they will never be +found out. If you tell your little designs, your best friends will be +satisfied, and will not invent less creditable ones for you." + +"If they did, you'd talk 'em down," said Burton roughly. "Short of a +woman I never met such a hand at jaw. You'll be in Parliament yet----" +("It is possible!" said the Jew hastily,) "with that long tongue of +yours. But you haven't told us about the boy, for all you've said." + +"About this boy," said Moses, "a proverb will be shorter than my jaw. +'The son of the house is not a servant for ever.' As to the other--he +was taken for charity and dismissed for theft, is it not so? He came +from the dirt, and he went back to the dirt. They often do. Why should I +be civil to him?" + +What reply Mr. Burton would have made to this question I had no +opportunity of judging. My uncle called him, and he ran hastily +up-stairs. And when he had gone, the Jew came slowly out, and crossed +the office as if he were going into the street. By this time my +conscience was pricking hard, and I shoved my book under my coat and +called to him: "Mr. Benson." + +"You?" he said. + +"I am very sorry," I stammered, blushing, "but I heard what you were +saying. I did not mean to listen. I thought you knew that I was there." + +"It is of no importance," he said, turning away; "I have no secrets." + +But I detained him. + +"Mr. Benson! Tell me, please. You _were_ talking about me, weren't you? +What did you mean about the son of the house not being a servant for +ever?" + +He hesitated for an instant, and then turned round and came nearer to +me. + +"It is true, is it not?" he said. "Next year you may be clerk. In time +you may be your uncle's confidential clerk, which I should like to be +myself. You may eventually be partner, as I should like to be; and in +the long run you may succeed him, as I should like to do. It is a good +business, my dear, a sound business, a business of which much, very +much, more might be made. You might die rich, very rich. You might be +mayor, you might be Member, you might--but what is the use? _You will +not._ You do not see it, though I am telling you. You will not wait for +it, though it would come. What is that book you hid when I came in?" + +"It is about North American Indians," said I, dragging it forth. "I am +very sorry, but I left off last night at such an exciting bit." + +The Jew was thumbing the pages, with his black ringlets close above +them. + +"Novels in office-hours!" said he; but he was very good-natured about +it, and added, "I've one or two books at home, if you're fond of this +kind of reading, and will promise me not to forget your duties." + +"Oh, I promise!" said I. + +"I'll put them under my desk in the corner," he said; "indeed, I would +part with some of them for a trifle." + +I thanked him warmly, but what he had said was still hanging in my mind, +and I added, "Are there real prophets among the Jews now-a-days, Mr. +Benson?" + +"They will make nothing by it, if there are," said he; and there was a +tone of mysteriousness in his manner of speaking which roused my +romantic curiosity. "A few of ush (very few, my dear!) mould our own +fates, and the lives of the rest are moulded by what men have within +them rather than by what they find without. If there were a true prophet +in every market-place to tell each man of his future, it would not alter +the destinies of seven men in thish wide world." + +As Moses spoke the swing door was pushed open, and one of my uncle's +clients entered. He was an influential man, and a very tall one. The Jew +bent his ringlets before him, almost beneath his elbow, and slipped out +as he came in. + + + + +CHAPTER XIII. + + "Then, hey for boot and horse, lad, + And round the world away! + Young blood must have its course, lad, + And every dog his day."--C. KINGSLEY. + + +Moses Benson was as good as his word in the matter of books of +adventure. Dirty books, some without backs, and some with very greasy +ones (for which, if I bought them, I seldom paid more than half-price), +but full of dangers and discoveries, the mightiness of manhood, and the +wonders of the world. I read them at odd moments of my working hours, +and dreamed of them when I went home to bed. And it was more fascinating +still to look out, with Charlie's help, in the Penny Numbers, for the +foreign places, and people, and creatures mentioned in the tales, and to +find that the truth was often stranger than the fiction. + +To live a fancy-life of adventure in my own head, was not merely an +amusement to me at this time--it was a refuge. Matters did not really +improve between me and my father, though I had obeyed his wishes. It +was by his arrangement that I spent so much of my time at home with the +Woods, and yet it remained a grievance that I liked to do so. Whether my +dear mother had given up all hopes of my becoming a genius I do not +know, but my father's contempt for my absorption in a book was unabated. +I felt this if he came suddenly upon me with my head in my hands and my +nose in a tattered volume; and if I went on with my reading it was with +a sense of being in the wrong, whilst if I shut up the book and tried to +throw myself into outside interests, my father's manner showed me that +my efforts had only discredited my candour. + +As is commonly the case, it was chiefly little things that pulled the +wrong way of the stuff of life between us, but they pulled it very much +askew. I was selfishly absorbed in my own dreams, and I think my dear +father made a mistake which is a too common bit of tyranny between +people who love each other and live together. He was not satisfied with +my _doing_ what he liked, he expected me to _be_ what he liked, that is, +to be another person instead of myself. Wives and daughters seem now and +then to respond to this expectation as to the call of duty, and to +become inconsistent echoes, odd mixtures of severity and hesitancy, +hypocrites on the highest grounds; but sons are not often so +self-effacing, and it was not the case with me. It was so much the case +with my dear mother, that she never was of the slightest use (which she +might have been) when my father and I misunderstood each other. By my +father's views of the moment she always hastily set her own, whether +they were fair or unfair to me; and she made up for it by indulging me +at every point that did not cross an expressed wish of my father's, or +that could not annoy him because he was not there. She never held the +scales between us. + +And yet it was the thought of her which kept me from taking my fate into +my own hands again and again. To have obeyed my father seemed to have +done so little towards making him satisfied with me, that I found no +consolation at home for the distastefulness of the office; and more than +once I resolved to run away, and either enlist or go to Liverpool (which +was at no great distance from us) and get on board some vessel that was +about to sail for other lands. But when I thought of my mother's +distress, I could not face it, and I let my half-formed projects slide +again. + +Oddly enough, it was Uncle Henry who brought matters to a crisis. I +think my father was disappointed (though he did not blame me) that I +secured no warmer a place in Uncle Henry's affections than I did. Uncle +Henry had no children, and if he took a fancy to me and I pleased him, +such a career as the Jew-clerk had sketched for me would probably be +mine. This dawned on me by degrees through chance remarks from my father +and the more open comments of friends. For good manners with us were not +of a sensitively refined order, and to be clapped on the back +with--"Well, Jack, you've got into a good berth, I hear. I suppose you +look to succeed your uncle some day?" was reckoned a friendly +familiarity rather than an offensive impertinence. + +I learned that my parents had hoped that, as I was his nephew, Uncle +Henry would take me as clerk without the usual premium. Indeed, when my +uncle first urged my going to him, he had more than hinted that he +should not expect a premium with his brother's son. But he was fond of +his money (of which he had plenty), and when people are that, they are +apt to begin to grudge, if there is time, between promise and +performance. Uncle Henry had a whole year in which to think about +foregoing two or three hundred pounds, and as it drew to a close, it +seemed to worry him to such a degree, that he proposed to take me for +half the usual premium instead of completely remitting it; and he said +something about my being a stupid sort of boy, and of very little use to +him for some time to come. He said it to justify himself for drawing +back, I am quite sure, but it did me no good at home. + +My father had plenty of honourable pride, and he would hear of no +compromise. He said that he should pay the full premium for me that +Uncle Henry's other clerks had had to pay, and from this no revulsion of +feeling on my uncle's part would move him. He was quite bland with Uncle +Henry, and he was not quite bland towards me. + +When I fairly grasped the situation (and I contrived to get a pretty +clear account of it from my mother), there rushed upon me the conviction +that a new phase had come over my prospects. When I put aside my own +longings for my father's will; and every time that office life seemed +intolerable to me, and I was tempted to break my bonds, and thought +better of it and settled down again, this thought had always remained +behind: "I will try; and if the worst comes to the worst, and I really +cannot settle down into a clerk, I can but run away then." But +circumstances had altered my case, I felt that now I must make up my +mind for good and all. My father would have to make some little +sacrifices to find the money, and when it was once paid, I could not let +it be in vain. Come what might, I must stick to the office then, and for +life. + +Some weeks passed whilst I was turning this over and over in my mind. I +was constantly forgetting things in the office, but Moses Benson helped +me out of every scrape. He was kinder and kinder, so that I often felt +sorry that I could not feel fonder of him, and that his notions of fun +and amusement only disgusted me instead of making us friends. They +convinced me of one thing. My dear mother's chief dread about my going +out of my own country was for the wicked ways I might learn in strange +lands. A town with an unpronounceable name suggested foreign iniquities +to her tender fears, but our own town, where she and everybody we knew +bought everything we daily used, did not frighten her at all. I did not +tell her, but I was quite convinced myself that I might get pretty deep +into mischief in my idle hours, even if I lived within five miles of +home, and had only my uncle's clerks for my comrades. + +During these weeks Jem came home for the holidays. He was at a public +school now, which many of our friends regarded as an extravagant folly +on my father's part. We had a very happy time together, and this would +have gone far to keep me at home, if it had not, at the same time, +deepened my disgust with our town, and my companions in the office. In +plain English, the training of two good schools, and the society of boys +superior to himself, had made a gentleman of Jem, and the contrast +between his looks and ways, and manners, and those of my uncle's clerks +were not favourable to the latter. How proud my father was of him! With +me he was in a most irritable mood; and one grumble to which I heard him +give utterance, that it was very inconvenient to have to pay this money +just at the most expensive period of Jem's education, went heavily into +the scale for running away. And that night, as it happened, Jem and I +sat up late, and had a long and loving chat. He abused the office to my +heart's content, and was very sympathetic when I told him that I had +wished to go to sea, and how my father had refused to allow me. + +"I think he made a great mistake," said Jem; and he told me of "a +fellow's brother" that he knew about, who was in the Merchant Service, +and how well he was doing. "It's not even as if Uncle Henry were coming +out generously," he added. + +Dear, dear! How pleasant it was to hear somebody else talk on my side of +the question. And who was I that I should rebuke Jem for calling our +worthy uncle a curmudgeon, and stigmatising the Jew-clerk as a dirty +beast? I really dared not tell him that Moses grew more familiar as my +time to be articled drew near; that he called me Jack Sprat, and his +dearest friend, and offered to procure me the "silver-top" (or +champagne)--which he said I must "stand" on the day I took my place at +the fellow desk to his--of the first quality and at less than cost +price; and that he had provided me gratis with a choice of "excuses" +(they were unblushing lies) to give to our good mother for spending that +evening in town, and "having a spree." + +From my affairs we came to talk of Jem's, and I found that even he, poor +chap! was not without his troubles. He confided to me, with many +expressions of shame and vexation, that he had got into debt, but having +brought home good reports and even a prize on this occasion, he hoped to +persuade my father to pay what he owed. + +"You see, Jack, he's awfully good to me, but he will do things his own +way, and what's worse, the way they were done in his young days. You +remember the row we had about his giving me an allowance? He didn't want +to, because he never had one, only tips from his governor when the old +gentleman was pleased with him. And he said it was quite enough to send +me to such a good and expensive school, and I ought to think of that, +and not want more because I had got much. We'd an awful row, for I +thought it was so unfair his making out I was greedy and ungrateful, and +I told him so, and I said I was quite game to go to a cheap school if he +liked, only wherever I was I did want to be 'like the other fellows.' I +begged him to take me away and to let me go somewhere cheap with you; +and I said, if the fellows there had no allowances, we could do without. +As I told him, it's not the beastly things that you buy that you care +about, only of course you don't like to be the only fellow who can't buy +'em. So then he came round, and said I should have an allowance, but I +must do with a very small one. So I said, Very well, then I mustn't go +in for the games. Then he wouldn't have that; so then I made out a list +of what the subscriptions are to cricket, and so on, and then your +flannels and shoes, and it came to double what he offered me. He said it +was simply disgraceful that boys shouldn't be able to be properly +educated, and have an honest game at cricket for the huge price he paid, +without the parents being fleeced for all sorts of extravagances at +exorbitant prices. And I know well enough it's disgraceful, what we have +to pay for school books and for things of all sorts you have to get in +the town; but, as I said to the governor, why don't you kick up a dust +with the head master, or write to the papers--what's the good of rowing +us? One must have what other fellows have, and get 'em where other +fellows get 'em. But he never did--I wish he would. I should enjoy +fighting old Pompous if I were in his place. But they're as civil as +butter to each other, and then old Pompous goes on feathering his nest, +and backing up the tradespeople, and the governor pitches into the +young men of the present day." + +"He did give you the bigger allowance, didn't he?" said I, at this pause +in Jem's rhetoric. + +"Yes, he did. He's awfully good to me. But you know, Jack, he never paid +it quite all, and he never paid it quite in time. I found out from my +mother he did it on purpose to make me value it more, and be more +careful. Doesn't it seem odd he shouldn't see that I can't pay the +subscriptions a few shillings short or a few days late? One must find +the money somehow, and then one has to pay for that, and then you're +short, and go on tick, and it runs up, and then they dun you, and you're +cleaned out, and there you are!" + +At which climax old Jem laid his curly head on his arms, and I began to +think very seriously. + +"How much do you owe?" + +Jem couldn't say. He thought he could reckon up, so I got a pencil and +made a list from his dictation, and from his memory, which was rather +vague. When it was done (and there seemed to be a misty margin beyond), +I was horrified. "Why, my dear fellow!" I exclaimed, "if you'd had your +allowance ever so regularly, it wouldn't have covered this sort of +thing." + +"I know, I know," said poor Jem, clutching remorsefully at his curls. +"I've been a regular fool! Jack! whatever you do--never tick. It's the +very mischief. You never know what you owe, and so you feel vague and +order more. And you never know what you don't owe, which is worse, for +sometimes you're in such despair, it would be quite a relief to catch +some complaint and die. It's like going about with a stone round your +neck, and nobody kind enough to drown you. I can't stand any more of it. +I shall make a clean breast to Father, and if he can't set me straight, +I won't go back; I'll work on the farm sooner, and let him pay my bills +instead of my schooling--and serve old Pompous right." + +Poor Jem! long after he had cheered up and gone to bed, I sat up and +thought. When my premium was paid where was the money for Jem's debts to +come from? And would my father be in the humour to pay them? If he did +not, Jem would not go back to school. Of that I was quite certain. Jem +had thought over his affairs, which was an effort for him, but he always +thought in one direction. His thoughts never went backwards and forwards +as mine did. If he had made up his mind, there was no more prospect of +his changing it than if he had been my father. And if the happy terms +between them were broken, and Jem's career checked when he was doing so +well!--the scales that weighed my own future were becoming very uneven +now. + +I clasped my hands and thought. If I ran away, the money would be there +for Jem's debts, and his errors would look pale in the light of my +audacity, and he would be dearer than ever at home, whilst for me were +freedom, independence (for I had not a doubt of earning +bread-and-cheese, if only as a working man): perhaps a better +understanding with my father when I had been able to prove my courage +and industry, or even when he got the temperate and dutiful letter I +meant to post to him when I was fairly off; and beyond all, the desire +of my eyes, the sight of the world. + +Should I stay now? And for what? To see old Jem at logger-heads with my +father, and perhaps demoralized by an inferior school? To turn my own +back and shut my eyes for ever on all that the wide seas embrace; my +highest goal to be to grow as rich as Uncle Henry or richer, and perhaps +as mean or meaner? Should I choose for life a life I hated, and set +seals to my choice by drinking silver-top with the Jew-clerk?--No, +Moses, no! + + * * * * * + +I got up soon after dawn and was in the garden at sunrise the morning +that I ran away. I had made my plans carefully, and carried them out, so +far with success. + +Including the old miser's bequest which his lawyer had paid, there were +thirteen pounds to my name in the town savings-bank, and this sum I had +drawn out to begin life with. I wrapped a five-pound note in a loving +letter to Jem, and put both into the hymn-book on his shelf--I knew it +would not be opened till Sunday. Very few runaways have as much as eight +pounds to make a start with: and as one could not be quite certain how +my father would receive Jem's confession, I thought he might be glad of +a few pounds of his own, and I knew he had spent his share of the +miser's money long ago. + +I meant to walk to a station about seven miles distant, and there take +train for Liverpool. I should be clumsy indeed, I thought, if I could +not stow away on board some vessel, as hundreds of lads had done before +me, and make myself sufficiently useful to pay my passage when I was +found out. + +When I got into the garden I kicked my foot against something in the +grass. It was my mother's little gardening-fork. She had been tidying +her pet perennial border, and my father had called her hastily, and she +had left it half finished, and had forgotten the fork. A few minutes +more or less were of no great importance to me, for it was very early, +so I finished the border quite neatly, and took the fork indoors. + +I put it in a corner of the hall where the light was growing stronger +and making familiar objects clear. In a house like ours and amongst +people like us, furniture was not chopped and changed and decorated as +it is now. The place had looked like this ever since I could remember, +and it would look like this tomorrow morning, though my eyes would not +see it. I stood stupidly by the hall table where my father's gloves lay +neatly one upon the other beside his hat. I took them up, almost +mechanically, and separated them, and laid them together again finger to +finger, and thumb to thumb, and held them with a stupid sort of feeling, +as if I could never put them down and go away. + +What would my father's face be like when he took them up this very +morning to go out and look for me? and when--oh when!--should I see his +face again? + +I began to feel what one is apt to learn too late, that in childhood one +takes the happiness of home for granted, and kicks against the pricks of +its grievances, not having felt the far harder buffetings of the world. +Moreover (which one does not think of then), that parental blunders and +injustices are the mistakes and tyrannies of a special love that one may +go many a mile on one's own wilful way and not meet a second time. +Who--in the wide world--would care to be bothered with my confidence, +and blame me for withholding it? Should I meet many people to whom it +would matter if we misunderstood each other? Would anybody hereafter +love me well enough to be disappointed in me? Would other men care so +much for my fate as to insist on guiding it by lines of their own +ruling? + +I pressed the gloves passionately against my eyes to keep in the tears. +If my day-dreams had been the only question, I should have changed my +mind now. If the home grievances had been all, I should have waited for +time and patience to mend them. I could not have broken all these +heart-strings. I should never have run away. But there was much more, +and my convictions were not changed, though I felt as if I might have +managed better as regards my father. + +Would he forgive me? I hoped and believed so. Would my mother forgive +me? I knew she would--as GOD forgives. + +And with the thought of her, I knelt down, and put my head on the hall +table and prayed from my soul--not for fair winds, and prosperous +voyages, and good luck, and great adventures; but that it might please +GOD to let me see Home again, and the faces that I loved, ah, so dearly, +after all! + +And then I got up, and crossed the threshold, and went out into the +world. + + + END OF PART I. + + + + + RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITED, + LONDON & BUNGAY. + + + + +_The present Series of Mrs. Ewing's Works is the only authorized, +complete, and uniform Edition published._ + +_It will consist of 18 volumes, Small Crown 8vo, at 2s. 6d. per vol., +issued, as far as possible, in chronological order, and these will +appear at the rate of two volumes every two months, so that the Series +will be completed within 18 months. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: We and the World, Part I + A Book for Boys + +Author: Juliana Horatia Ewing + +Release Date: March 29, 2006 [EBook #18077] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WE AND THE WORLD, PART I *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Erik Bent, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<!-- Page 1 --> +<h1><span style="font-size: 1.5em;">WE AND THE WORLD:</span></h1> + +<h2>A BOOK FOR BOYS.<br /> </h2> + + +<h3>PART I.<br /> </h3> + + +<h4><span style="margin-bottom: 0em;">BY</span></h4> +<h2><span style="margin-top: 0em;">JULIANA HORATIA EWING.</span><br /> <br /> </h2> + + + +<h3>SOCIETY FOR PROMOTING CHRISTIAN KNOWLEDGE,<br /> +<span class="smcap">London: Northumberland Avenue, W.C.</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Brighton: 129, North Street.</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">New York: E. & J.B. YOUNG & CO.</span><br /> + <br /> + </h3> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h4><!-- Page 2 -->[Published under the direction of the General Literature Committee.]<br /> + </h4> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<h4><!-- Page 3 -->DEDICATED</h4> +<h3>TO MY TWELVE NEPHEWS,</h3> +<h4>WILLIAM, FRANCIS, STEPHEN, PHILIP, LEONARD,</h4> +<h4>GODFREY, AND DAVID SMITH;</h4> +<h4>REGINALD, NICHOLAS, AND IVOR GATTY;</h4> +<h4>ALEXANDER, AND CHARLES SCOTT GATTY.</h4> +<h3><span style="margin-left: 15em;">J.H.E.</span></h3> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2><a name="WE_AND_THE_WORLD" id="WE_AND_THE_WORLD"></a>WE AND THE WORLD.</h2><!-- Page 7 --> + +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_I" id="CHAPTER_I"></a>CHAPTER I.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>“All these common features of English landscape evince a +calm and settled security, and hereditary transmission of home-bred +virtues and local attachments, that speak deeply and +touchingly for the moral character of the nation.”—<span class="smcap">Washington +Irving’s</span> <i>Sketch Book</i>.</p></div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">It</span> was a great saying of my poor mother’s, especially +if my father had been out of spirits about the crops, +or the rise in wages, or our prospects, and had thought +better of it again, and showed her the bright side of +things, “Well, my dear, I’m sure we’ve much to be +thankful for.”</p> + +<p>Which they had, and especially, I often think, for +the fact that I was not the eldest son. I gave them +more trouble than I can think of with a comfortable +conscience as it was; but they had Jem to tread in +my father’s shoes, and he was a good son to them—<span class="smcap">God</span> +bless him for it!</p> + +<p>I can remember hearing my father say—“It’s bad +enough to have Jack with his nose in a book, and his +head in the clouds, on a fine June day, with the hay<!-- Page 8 --> +all out, and the glass falling: but if Jem had been a +lad of whims and fancies, I think it would have broken +my poor old heart.”</p> + +<p>I often wonder what made me bother my head +with books, and where the perverse spirit came from +that possessed me, and tore me, and drove me forth +into the world. It did not come from my parents. +My mother’s family were far from being literary or +even enterprising, and my father’s people were a race +of small yeomen squires, whose talk was of dogs and +horses and cattle, and the price of hay. We were +north-of-England people, but not of a commercial or +adventurous class, though we were within easy reach +of some of the great manufacturing centres. Quiet +country folk we were; old-fashioned, and boastful of +our old-fashionedness, albeit it meant little more than +that our manners and customs were a generation +behindhand of the more cultivated folk, who live +nearer to London. We were proud of our name too, +which is written in the earliest registers and records of +the parish, honourably connected with the land we +lived on; but which may be searched for in vain in +the lists of great or even learned Englishmen.</p> + +<p>It never troubled dear old Jem that there had not +been a man of mark among all the men who had +handed on our name from generation to generation. +He had no feverish ambitions, and as to books, I<!-- Page 9 --> +doubt if he ever opened a volume, if he could avoid +it, after he wore out three horn-books and our mother’s +patience in learning his letters—not even the mottle-backed +prayer-books which were handed round for +family prayers, and out of which we said the psalms +for the day, verse about with my father. I generally +found the place, and Jem put his arm over my +shoulder and read with me.</p> + +<p>He was a yeoman born. I can just remember—when +I was not three years old and he was barely four—the +fright our mother got from his fearless familiarity +with the beasts about the homestead. He and I were +playing on the grass-plat before the house when Dolly, +an ill-tempered dun cow we knew well by sight and +name, got into the garden and drew near us. As I sat +on the grass—my head at no higher level than the +buttercups in the field beyond—Dolly loomed so large +above me that I felt frightened and began to cry. But +Jem, only conscious that she had no business there, +picked up a stick nearly as big as himself, and trotted +indignantly to drive her out. Our mother caught +sight of him from an upper window, and knowing that +the temper of the cow was not to be trusted, she called +wildly to Jem, “Come in, dear, quick! Come in! +Dolly’s loose!”</p> + +<p>“I drive her out!” was Master Jem’s reply; and +<!-- Page 10 -->with his little straw hat well on the back of his head, +he waddled bravely up to the cow, flourishing his +stick. The process interested me, and I dried my +tears and encouraged my brother; but Dolly looked +sourly at him, and began to lower her horns.</p> + +<p>“Shoo! shoo!” shouted Jem, waving his arms in +farming-man fashion, and belabouring Dolly’s neck +with the stick. “Shoo! shoo!”</p> + +<p>Dolly planted her forefeet, and dipped her head for +a push, but catching another small whack on her face, +and more authoritative “Shoos!” she changed her +mind, and swinging heavily round, trotted off towards +the field, followed by Jem, waving, shouting, and +victorious. My mother got out in time to help him to +fasten the gate, which he was much too small to do by +himself, though, with true squirely instincts, he was +trying to secure it.</p> + +<p>But from our earliest days we both lived on +intimate terms with all the live stock. “Laddie,” an +old black cart-horse, was one of our chief friends. +Jem and I used to sit, one behind the other, on his +broad back, when our little legs could barely straddle +across, and to “grip” with our knees in orthodox +fashion was a matter of principle, but impossible in +practice. Laddie’s pace was always discreet, however, +and I do not think we should have found a saddle any +improvement, even as to safety, upon his warm, satin-<!-- Page 11 -->smooth +back. We steered him more by shouts and +smacks than by the one short end of a dirty rope +which was our apology for reins; that is, if we had any +hand in guiding his course. I am now disposed to +think that Laddie guided himself.</p> + +<p>But our beast friends were many. The yellow +yard-dog always slobbered joyfully at our approach; +partly moved, I fancy, by love for us, and partly by +the exciting hope of being let off his chain. When we +went into the farmyard the fowls came running to our +feet for corn, the pigeons fluttered down over our +heads for peas, and the pigs humped themselves +against the wall of the sty as tightly as they could +lean, in hopes of having their backs scratched. The +long sweet faces of the plough horses, as they turned +in the furrows, were as familiar to us as the faces of +any other labourers in our father’s fields, and we got +fond of the lambs and ducks and chickens, and got +used to their being killed and eaten when our +acquaintance reached a certain date, like other farm-bred +folk, which is one amongst the many proofs of +the adaptability of human nature.</p> + +<p>So far so good, on my part as well as Jem’s. That +I should like the animals “on the place”—the +domesticated animals, the workable animals, the +eatable animals—this was right and natural, and +befitting my father’s son. But my far greater fancy for +<!-- Page 12 -->wild, queer, useless, mischievous, and even disgusting +creatures often got me into trouble. Want of +sympathy became absolute annoyance as I grew older, +and wandered farther, and adopted a perfect menagerie +of odd beasts in whom my friends could see no good +qualities: such as the snake I kept warm in my +trousers-pocket; the stickleback that I am convinced +I tamed in its own waters; the toad for whom I built +a red house of broken drainpipes at the back of the +strawberry bed, where I used to go and tickle his head +on the sly; and the long-whiskered rat in the barn, +who knew me well, and whose death nearly broke my +heart, though I had seen generations of unoffending +ducklings pass to the kitchen without a tear.</p> + +<p>I think it must have been the beasts that made me +take to reading: I was so fond of Buffon’s <i>Natural +History</i>, of which there was an English abridgment on +the dining-room bookshelves.</p> + +<p>But my happiest reading days began after the +bookseller’s agent came round, and teased my father +into taking in the <i>Penny Cyclopædia</i>; and those +numbers in which there was a beast, bird, fish, or +reptile were the numbers for me!</p> + +<p>I must, however, confess that if a love for reading +had been the only way in which I had gone astray from +the family habits and traditions, I don’t think I should +have had much to complain of in the way of blame.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 13 -->My father “pish”ed and “pshaw”ed when he +caught me “poking over” books, but my dear mother +was inclined to regard me as a genius, whose learning +might bring renown of a new kind into the family. In +a quiet way of her own, as she went gently about +household matters, or knitted my father’s stockings, +she was a great day-dreamer—one of the most unselfish +kind, however; a builder of air-castles, for those she +loved to dwell in; planned, fitted, and furnished +according to the measure of her affections.</p> + +<p>It was perhaps because my father always began by +disparaging her suggestions that (by the balancing +action of some instinctive sense of justice) he almost +always ended by adopting them, whether they were +wise or foolish. He came at last to listen very +tolerantly when she dilated on my future greatness.</p> + +<p>“And if he isn’t quite so good a farmer as Jem, +it’s not as if he were the eldest, you know, my dear. +I’m sure we’ve much to be thankful for that dear Jem +takes after you as he does. But if Jack turns out a +genius, which please God we may live to see and be +proud of, he’ll make plenty of money, and he must +live with Jem when we’re gone, and let Jem manage it +for him, for clever people are never any good at +taking care of what they get. And when their families +get too big for the old house, love, Jack must build, +as he’ll be well able to afford to do, and Jem must let +<!-- Page 14 -->him have the land. The Ladycroft would be as good +as anywhere, and a pretty name for the house. It +would be a good thing to have some one at that end of +the property too, and then the boys would always be +together.”</p> + +<p>Poor dear mother! The kernel of her speech lay +in the end of it—“The boys would always be +together.” I am sure in her tender heart she blessed +my bookish genius, which was to make wealth as well +as fame, and so keep me “about the place,” and the +home birds for ever in the nest.</p> + +<p>I knew nothing of it then, of course; but at this +time she used to turn my father’s footsteps towards the +Ladycroft every Sunday, between the services, and +never wearied of planning my house.</p> + +<p>She was standing one day, her smooth brow knitted +in perplexity, before the big pink thorn, and had stood +so long absorbed in this brown study, that my father +said, with a sly smile,</p> + +<p>“Well, love, and where are you now?”</p> + +<p>“In the dairy, my dear,” she answered quite +gravely. “The window is to the north of course, and +I’m afraid the thorn must come down.”</p> + +<p>My father laughed heartily. He had some sense +of humour, but my mother had none. She was one of +the sweetest-tempered women that ever lived, and +never dreamed that any one was laughing at her. I +<!-- Page 15 -->have heard my father say she lay awake that night, and +when he asked her why she could not sleep he found +she was fretting about the pink thorn.</p> + +<p>“It looked so pretty to-day, my dear; and thorns +are so bad to move!”</p> + +<p>My father knew her too well to hope to console +her by joking about it. He said gravely: “There’s +plenty of time yet, love. The boys are only just +in trousers; and we may think of some way to spare it +before we come to bricks and mortar.”</p> + +<p>“I’ve thought of it every way, my dear, I’m +afraid,” said my mother with a sigh. But she had full +confidence in my father—a trouble shared with him +was half cured, and she soon fell asleep.</p> + +<p>She certainly had a vivid imagination, though +it never was cultivated to literary ends. Perhaps, +after all, I inherited that idle fancy, those unsatisfied +yearnings of my restless heart, from her! Mental +peculiarities are said to come from one’s mother.</p> + +<p>It was Jem who inherited her sweet temper.</p> + +<p>Dear old Jem! He and I were the best of good +friends always, and that sweet temper of his had +no doubt much to do with it. He was very much led +by me, though I was the younger, and whatever +mischief we got into it was always my fault.</p> + +<p>It was I who persuaded him to run away from +school, under the, as it proved, insufficient disguise of +<!-- Page 16 -->walnut-juice on our faces and hands. It was I who +began to dig the hole which was to take us through +from the kitchen-garden to the other side of the +world. (Jem helped me to fill it up again, when +the gardener made a fuss about our having chosen +the asparagus-bed as the point of departure, which +we did because the earth was soft there.) In desert +islands or castles, balloons or boats, my hand was +first and foremost, and mischief or amusement of +every kind, by earth, air, or water, was planned for us +by me.</p> + +<p>Now and then, however, Jem could crow over me. +How he did deride me when I asked our mother the +foolish question—“Have bees whiskers?”</p> + +<p>The bee who betrayed me into this folly was a +bumble of the utmost beauty. The bars of his coat +“burned” as “brightly” as those of the tiger in +Wombwell’s menagerie, and his fur was softer than my +mother’s black velvet mantle. I knew, for I had +kissed him lightly as he sat on the window-frame. I +had seen him brushing first one side and then the +other side of his head, with an action so exactly that +of my father brushing his whiskers on Sunday morning, +that I thought the bee might be trimming his; not +knowing that he was sweeping the flower-dust off his +antennę with his legs, and putting it into his waistcoat +pocket to make bee bread of.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 17 -->It was the liberty I took in kissing him that made +him not sit still any more, and hindered me from +examining his cheeks for myself. He began to dance +all over the window, humming his own tune, and +before he got tired of dancing he found a chink open +at the top sash, and sailed away like a spot of plush +upon the air.</p> + +<p>I had thus no opportunity of becoming intimate +with him, but he was the cause of a more lasting +friendship—my friendship with Isaac Irvine, the bee-keeper. +For when I asked that silly question, my +mother said, “Not that I ever saw, love;” and my +father said, “If he wants to know about bees, he +should go to old Isaac. He’ll tell him plenty of queer +stories about them.”</p> + +<p>The first time I saw the beekeeper was in church, +on Catechism Sunday, in circumstances which led to +my disgracing myself in a manner that must have been +very annoying to my mother, who had taken infinite +pains in teaching us.</p> + +<p>The provoking part of it was that I had not had a +fear of breaking down. With poor Jem it was very +different. He took twice as much pains as I did, but +he could not get things into his head, and even if they +did stick there he found it almost harder to say them +properly. We began to learn the Catechism when we +were three years old, and we went on till long after we +<!-- Page 18 -->were in trousers; and I am sure Jem never got the +three words “and an inheritor” tidily off the tip of his +tongue within my remembrance. And I have seen +both him and my mother crying over them on a hot +Sunday afternoon. He was always in a fright when +we had to say the Catechism in church, and that day, +I remember, he shook so that I could hardly stand +straight myself, and Bob Furniss, the blacksmith’s +son, who stood on the other side of him, whispered +quite loud, “Eh! see thee, how Master Jem <i>dodders</i>!” +for which Jem gave him an eye as black as his father’s +shop afterwards, for Jem could use his fists if he could +not learn by heart.</p> + +<p>But at the time he could not even compose himself +enough to count down the line of boys and calculate +what question would come to him. I did, and when +he found he had only got the First Commandment, he +was more at ease, and though the second, which fell +to me, is much longer, I was not in the least afraid +of forgetting it, for I could have done the whole +of my duty to my neighbour if it had been necessary.</p> + +<p>Jem got through very well, and I could hear my +mother blessing him over the top of the pew behind +our backs; but just as he finished, no less than three +bees, who had been hovering over the heads of the +workhouse boys opposite, all settled down together on +Isaac Irvine’s bare hand.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 19 -->At the public catechising, which came once a year, +and after the second lesson at evening prayer, the +grown-up members of the congregation used to draw +near to the end of their pews to see and hear how we +acquitted ourselves, and, as it happened on this +particular occasion, Master Isaac was standing exactly +opposite to me. As he leaned forward, his hands +crossed on the pew-top before him, I had been a good +deal fascinated by his face, which was a very noble one +in its rugged way, with snow-white hair and intense, +keenly observing eyes, and when I saw the three bees +settle on him without his seeming to notice it, I cried, +“They’ll sting you!” before I thought of what I was +doing; for I had been severely stung that week myself, +and knew what it felt like, and how little good powder-blue +does.</p> + +<p>With attending to the bees I had not heard the +parson say, “Second Commandment?” and as he +was rather deaf he did not hear what I said. But of +course he knew it was not long enough for the right +answer, and he said, “Speak up, my boy,” and Jem +tried to start me by whispering, “Thou shalt not +make to thyself”—but the three bees went on sitting +on Master Isaac’s hand, and though I began the +Second Commandment, I could not take my eyes off +them, and when Master Isaac saw this he smiled and +<!-- Page 20 -->nodded his white head, and said, “Never you mind +me, sir. They won’t sting the old beekeeper.” This +assertion so completely turned my head that every +other idea went out of it, and after saying “or in the +earth beneath” three times, and getting no further, the +parson called out, “Third Commandment?” and +I was passed over—“out of respect to the family,” as +I was reminded for a twelvemonth afterwards—and +Jem pinched my leg to comfort me, and my mother +sank down on the seat, and did not take her face out +of her pocket-handkerchief till the workhouse boys +were saying “the sacraments.”</p> + +<p>My mother was our only teacher till Jem was nine +and I was eight years old. We had a thin, soft-backed +reading book, bound in black cloth, on the cover of +which in gold letters was its name, <i>Chick-seed +without Chick-weed</i>; and in this book she wrote +our names, and the date at the end of each lesson we +conned fairly through. I had got into Part II., which +was “in words of four letters,” and had the chapter +about the Ship in it, before Jem’s name figured at the +end of the chapter about the Dog in Part I.</p> + +<p>My mother was very glad that this chapter seemed +to please Jem, and that he learned to read it quickly, +for, good-natured as he was, Jem was too fond of +fighting and laying about him: and though it was only +<!-- Page 21 -->“in words of three letters,” this brief chapter contained +a terrible story, and an excellent moral, which I +remember well even now.</p> + +<p>It was called “The Dog.”</p> + +<p>“Why do you cry? The Dog has bit my leg. +Why did he do so? I had my bat and I hit him as +he lay on the mat, so he ran at me and bit my leg. +Ah, you may not use the bat if you hit the Dog. It is +a hot day, and the Dog may go mad. One day a Dog +bit a boy in the arm, and the boy had his arm cut off, +for the Dog was mad. And did the boy die? Yes, +he did die in a day or two. It is not fit to hit a Dog +if he lie on the mat and is not a bad Dog. Do not hit +a Dog, or a cat, or a boy.”</p> + +<p>Jem not only got through this lesson much better +than usual, but he lingered at my mother’s knees, to +point with his own little stumpy forefinger to each +recurrence of the words “hit a Dog,” and read them +all by himself.</p> + +<p>“<i>Very</i> good boy,” said Mother, who was much +pleased. “And now read this last sentence once more, +and very nicely.”</p> + +<p>“Do—not—hit—a—dog—or—a—cat—or—a—boy,” +read Jem in a high sing-song, and with a face of +blank indifference, and then with a hasty dog’s-ear he +turned back to the previous page, and spelled out, “I +had my bat and I hit him as he lay on the mat” so +<!-- Page 22 -->well, that my mother caught him to her bosom and +covered him with kisses.</p> + +<p>“He’ll be as good a scholar as Jack yet!” she +exclaimed. “But don’t forget, my darling, that my +Jem must never ‘hit a dog, or a cat, or a boy.’ Now, +love, you may put the book away.”</p> + +<p>Jem stuck out his lips and looked down, and +hesitated. He seemed almost disposed to go on +with his lessons. But he changed his mind, and +shutting the book with a bang, he scampered off. +As he passed the ottoman near the door, he saw +Kitty, our old tortoise-shell puss, lying on it, and +(moved perhaps by the occurrence of the word <i>cat</i> +in the last sentence of the lesson) he gave her such +a whack with the flat side of <i>Chick-seed</i> that she +bounced up into the air like a sky-rocket, Jem crying +out as he did so, “I had my bat, and I hit him as +he lay on the mat.”</p> + +<p>It was seldom enough that Jem got anything by +heart, but he had certainly learned this; for when an +hour later I went to look for him in the garden, I +found him panting with the exertion of having laid +my nice, thick, fresh green crop of mustard and cress +flat with the back of the coal-shovel, which he could +barely lift, but with which he was still battering my +salad-bed, chanting triumphantly at every stroke, “I +had my bat, and I hit him as he lay on the mat.” +<!-- Page 23 -->He was quite out of breath, and I had not much +difficulty in pummelling him as he deserved.</p> + +<p>Which shows how true it is, as my dear mother +said, that “you never know what to do for the best in +bringing up boys.”</p> + +<p>Just about the time that we outgrew <i>Chick-seed</i>, +and that it was allowed on all hands that even for +quiet country-folk with no learned notions it was high +time we were sent to school, our parents were spared +the trouble of looking out for a school for us by the +fact that a school came to us instead, and nothing +less than an “Academy” was opened within three-quarters +of a mile of my father’s gate.</p> + +<p>Walnut-tree Farm was an old house that stood +some little way from the road in our favourite lane—a +lane full of wild roses and speedwell, with a tiny +footpath of disjointed flags like an old pack-horse +track. Grass and milfoil grew thickly between the +stones, and the turf stretched half-way over the road +from each side, for there was little traffic in the lane, +beyond the yearly rumble of the harvesting waggons; +and few foot-passengers, except a labourer now and +then, a pair or two of rustic lovers at sundown, a few +knots of children in the blackberry season, and the +cows coming home to milking.</p> + +<p>Jem and I played there a good deal, but then we +lived close by.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 24 -->We were very fond of the old place and there were +two good reasons for the charm it had in our eyes. +In the first place, the old man who lived alone in it +(for it had ceased to be the dwelling-house of a real +farm) was an eccentric old miser, the chief object of +whose existence seemed to be to thwart any attempt +to pry into the daily details of it. What manner of +stimulus this was to boyish curiosity needs no +explanation, much as it needs excuse.</p> + +<p>In the second place, Walnut-tree Farm was so +utterly different from the house which was our home, +that everything about it was attractive from mere +unaccustomedness.</p> + +<p>Our house had been rebuilt from the foundations +by my father. It was square-built and very ugly, but +it was in such excellent repair that one could never +indulge a more lawless fancy towards any chink or +cranny about it than a desire to “point” the same +with a bit of mortar.</p> + +<p>Why it was that my ancestor, who built the old +house, and who was not a bit better educated or +farther-travelled than my father, had built a pretty +one, whilst my father built an ugly one, is one of the +many things I do not know, and wish I did.</p> + +<p>From the old sketches of it which my grandfather +painted on the parlour handscreens, I think it must +have been like a larger edition of the farm; that is, +<!-- Page 25 -->with long mullioned windows, a broad and gracefully +proportioned doorway with several shallow steps and +quaintly-ornamented lintel; bits of fine work and +ornamentation about the woodwork here and there, +put in as if they had been done, not for the look of +the thing, but for the love of it, and whitewash over +the house-front, and over the apple-trees in the +orchard.</p> + +<p>That was what our ancestor’s home was like; and +it was the sort of house that became Walnut-tree +Academy, where Jem and I went to school.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a><!-- Page 26 -->CHAPTER II.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"><p><i>Sable</i>:—“Ha, you! A little more upon the dismal (<i>forming +their countenances</i>); this fellow has a good mortal look, place +him near the corpse; that wainscoat face must be o’ top of the +stairs; that fellow’s almost in a fright (that looks as if he were +full of some strange misery) at the end of the hall. So—but I’ll +fix you all myself. Let’s have no laughing now on any provocation.”—<i>The +Funeral</i>, <span class="smcap">Steele</span>.</p></div> + + +<p><span class="smcap">At</span> one time I really hoped to make the acquaintance +of the old miser of Walnut-tree Farm. It was +when we saved the life of his cat.</p> + +<p>He was very fond of that cat, I think, and it was, +to say the least of it, as eccentric-looking as its +master. One eye was yellow and the other was blue, +which gave it a strange, uncanny expression, and its +rust-coloured fur was not common either as to tint or +markings.</p> + +<p>How dear old Jem did belabour the boy we +found torturing it! He was much older and bigger +than we were, but we were two to one, which we +reckoned fair enough, considering his size, and that +the cat had to be saved somehow. The poor thing’s +<!-- Page 27 -->forepaws were so much hurt that it could not walk, so +we carried it to the farm, and I stood on the shallow +doorsteps, and under the dial, on which was written—</p> + +<p class="center"> +“Tempora mutantur!”— +</p> + +<p>and the old miser came out, and we told him about +the cat, and he took it and said we were good boys, +and I hoped he would have asked us to go in, but he +did not, though we lingered a little; he only put +his hand into his pocket, and very slowly brought out +sixpence.</p> + +<p>“No, thank you,” said I, rather indignantly. “We +don’t want anything for saving the poor cat.”</p> + +<p>“I am very fond of it,” he said apologetically, +and putting the sixpence carefully back; but I believe +he alluded to the cat.</p> + +<p>I felt more and more strongly that he ought to +invite us into the parlour—if there was a parlour—and +I took advantage of a backward movement on +his part to move one shallow step nearer, and said, in +an easy conversational tone, “Your cat has very +curious eyes.”</p> + +<p>He came out again, and his own eyes glared in +the evening light as he touched me with one of his +fingers in a way that made me shiver, and said, “If I +had been an old woman, and that cat had lived with +me in the days when this house was built, I should +<!-- Page 28 -->have been hanged, or burned as a witch. Twelve +men would have done it—twelve reasonable and +respectable men!” He paused, looking over my +head at the sky, and then added, “But in all good +conscience—mind, in all good conscience!”</p> + +<p>And after another pause he touched me again +(this time my teeth chattered), and whispered loudly +in my ear, “Never serve on a jury.” After which he +banged the door in our faces, and Jem caught hold +of my jacket and cried, “Oh! he’s quite mad, he’ll +murder us!” and we took each other by the hand and +ran home as fast as our feet would carry us.</p> + +<p>We never saw the old miser again, for he died +some months afterwards, and, strange to relate, Jem +and I were invited to the funeral.</p> + +<p>It was a funeral not to be forgotten. The old +man had left the money for it, and a memorandum, +with the minutest directions, in the hands of his +lawyer. If he had wished to be more popular after +his death than he had been in his lifetime, he could +not have hit upon any better plan to conciliate in a +lump the approbation of his neighbours than that +of providing for what undertakers call “a first-class +funeral.” The good custom of honouring the departed, +and committing their bodies to the earth with +care and respect, was carried, in our old-fashioned +neighbourhood, to a point at which what began in +<!-- Page 29 -->reverence ended in what was barely decent, and what +was meant to be most melancholy became absolutely +comical. But a sense of the congruous and the incongruous +was not cultivated amongst us, whereas +solid value (in size, quantity and expense) was perhaps +over-estimated. So our furniture, our festivities, and +our funerals bore witness.</p> + +<p>No one had ever seen the old miser’s furniture, +and he gave no festivities; but he made up for it in +his funeral.</p> + +<p>Children, like other uneducated classes, enjoy +domestic details, and going over the ins and outs of +other people’s affairs behind their backs; especially +when the interest is heightened by a touch of gloom, +or perfected by the addition of some personal importance +in the matter. Jem and I were always fond +of funerals, but this funeral, and the fuss that it made +in the parish, we were never likely to forget.</p> + +<p>Even our own household was so demoralized by +the grim gossip of the occasion that Jem and I were +accused of being unable to amuse ourselves, and of +listening to our elders. It was perhaps fortunate for +us that a favourite puppy died the day before the +funeral, and gave us the opportunity of burying him.</p> + +<p class="center"> +“As if our whole vocation<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.1em;">Were endless imitation—”</span><br /> +</p> + +<p><!-- Page 30 -->Jem and I had already laid our gardens waste, +and built a rude wall of broken bricks round them to +make a churchyard; and I can clearly remember that +we had so far profited by what we had overheard +among our elders, that I had caught up some phrases +which I was rather proud of displaying, and that I +quite overawed Jem by the air with which I spoke +of “the melancholy occasion”—the “wishes of +deceased”—and the “feelings of survivors” when we +buried the puppy.</p> + +<p>It was understood that I could not attend the +puppy’s funeral in my proper person, because I +wished to be the undertaker; but the happy thought +struck me of putting my wheelbarrow alongside of +the brick wall with a note inside it to the effect that +I had “sent my carriage as a mark of respect.”</p> + +<p>In one point we could not emulate the real +funeral: that was carried out “regardless of expense.” +The old miser had left a long list of the names of +the people who were to be invited to it and to its +attendant feast, in which was not only my father’s +name, but Jem’s and mine. Three yards was the +correct length of the black silk scarves which it was +the custom in the neighbourhood to send to dead +people’s friends; but the old miser’s funeral-scarves +were a whole yard longer, and of such stiffly ribbed +silk that Mr. Soot, the mourning draper, assured my +<!-- Page 31 -->mother that “it would stand of itself.” The black +gloves cost six shillings a pair, and the sponge-cakes, +which used to be sent with the gloves and scarves, +were on this occasion ornamented with weeping +willows in white sugar.</p> + +<p>Jem and I enjoyed the cake, but the pride we felt +in our scarves and gloves was simply boundless. +What pleased us particularly was that our funeral +finery was not enclosed with my father’s. Mr. Soot’s +man delivered three separate envelopes at the door, +and they looked like letters from some bereaved giant. +The envelopes were twenty inches by fourteen, and +made of cartridge-paper; the black border was two +inches deep, and the black seals must have consumed +a stick of sealing-wax among them. They contained +the gloves and the scarves, which were lightly gathered +together in the middle with knots of black gauze +ribbon.</p> + +<p>How exquisitely absurd Jem and I must have +looked with four yards of stiff black silk attached to +our little hats I can imagine, if I cannot clearly +remember. My dear mother dressed us and saw us +off (for, with some curious relic of pre-civilized notions, +women were not allowed to appear at funerals), and +I do not think she perceived anything odd in our +appearance. She was very gentle, and approved of +everything that was considered right by the people +<!-- Page 32 -->she was used to, and she had only two anxieties about +our scarves: first, that they should show the full four +yards of respect to the memory of the deceased; +and secondly, that we should keep them out of +the dust, so that they might “come in useful +afterwards.”</p> + +<p>She fretted a little because she had not thought +of changing our gloves for smaller sizes (they were +eight and a quarter); but my father “pish”ed and +“pshaw”ed, and said it was better than if they had +been too small, and that we should be sure to be late +if my mother went on fidgeting. So we pulled them +on—with ease—and picked up the tails of our hatbands—with +difficulty—and followed my father, our +hearts beating with pride, and my mother and the +maids watching us from the door. We arrived quite +half-an-hour earlier than we need have done, but +the lane was already crowded with complimentary +carriages, and curious bystanders, before whom we +held our heads and hatbands up; and the scent of +the wild roses was lost for that day in an all-pervading +atmosphere of black dye. We were very tired, I +remember, by the time that our turn came to be put +into a carriage by Mr. Soot, who murmured—“Pocket-handkerchiefs, +gentlemen”—and, following the example +of a very pale-faced stranger who was with us, +we drew out the clean handkerchiefs with which our +<!-- Page 33 -->mother had supplied us, and covered our faces with +them.</p> + +<p>At least Jem says he shut <i>his</i> eyes tight, and kept +his face covered the whole way, but he always <i>was</i> so +conscientious! I held my handkerchief as well as I +could with my gloves; but I contrived to peep from +behind it, and to see the crowd that lined the road to +watch us as we wound slowly on.</p> + +<p>If these outsiders, who only saw the procession +and the funeral, were moved almost to enthusiasm by +the miser’s post-mortem liberality, it may be believed +that the guests who were bidden to the feast did not +fail to obey the ancient precept, and speak well of the +dead. The tables (they were rickety) literally groaned +under the weight of eatables and drinkables, and the +dinner was so prolonged that Jem and I got terribly +tired, in spite of the fun of watching the faces of the +men we did not know, to see which got the reddest.</p> + +<p>My father wanted us to go home before the reading +of the will, which took place in the front parlour; but +the lawyer said, “I think the young gentlemen should +remain,” for which we were very much obliged to +him; though the pale-faced man said quite crossly—“Is +there any special reason for crowding the room +with children, who are not even relatives of the +deceased?” which made us feel so much ashamed +that I think we should have slipped out by ourselves; +<!-- Page 34 -->but the lawyer, who made no answer, pushed us gently +before him to the top of the room, which was soon +far too full to get out of by the door.</p> + +<p>It was very damp and musty. In several places +the paper hung in great strips from the walls, and the +oddest part of all was that every article of furniture +in the room, and even the hearthrug, was covered +with sheets of newspaper pinned over to preserve it. +I sat in the corner of a sofa, where I could read the +trial of a man who murdered somebody twenty-five +years before, but I never got to the end of it, for it +went on behind a very fat man who sat next to me, +and he leaned back all the time and hid it. Jem sat +on a little footstool, and fell asleep with his head on +my knee, and did not wake till I nudged him, when +our names were read out in the will. Even then he +only half awoke, and the fat man drove his elbow into +me and hurt me dreadfully for whispering in Jem’s +ear that the old miser had left us ten pounds apiece, +for having saved the life of his cat.</p> + +<p>I do not think any of the strangers (they were +distant connections of the old man; he had no near +relations) had liked our being there; and the lawyer, +who was very kind, had had to tell them several times +over that we really had been invited to the funeral. +After our legacies were known about they were so +cross that we managed to scramble through the +<!-- Page 35 -->window, and wandered round the garden. As we sat +under the trees we could hear high words within, and +by and by all the men came out and talked in angry +groups about the will. For when all was said and +done, it appeared that the old miser had not left a +penny to any one of the funeral party but Jem and +me, and that he had left Walnut-tree Farm to a +certain Mrs. Wood, of whom nobody knew anything.</p> + +<p>“The wording is so peculiar,” the fat man said +to the pale-faced man and a third who had come out +with them; “‘left to her as a sign of sympathy, if not +an act of reparation.’ He must have known whether +he owed her any reparation or not, if he were in his +senses.”</p> + +<p>“Exactly. If he were in his senses,” said the third +man.</p> + +<p>“Where’s the money?—that’s what I say,” said +the pale-faced man.</p> + +<p>“Exactly, sir. That’s what <i>I</i> say, too,” said the +fat man.</p> + +<p>“There are only two fields, besides the house,” +said the third. “He must have had money, and the +lawyer knows of no investments of any kind, he +says.”</p> + +<p>“Perhaps he has left it to his cat,” he added, +looking very nastily at Jem and me.</p> + +<p>“It’s oddly put, too,” murmured the pale-faced +<!-- Page 36 -->relation. “The two fields, the house and furniture, +and everything of every sort therein contained.” +And the lawyer coming up at that moment, he went +slowly back into the house, looking about him as he +went, as if he had lost something.</p> + +<p>As the lawyer approached, the fat man got very +red in the face.</p> + +<p>“He was as mad as a hatter, sir,” he said, “and +we shall dispute the will.”</p> + +<p>“I think you will be wrong,” said the lawyer, +blandly. “He was eccentric, my dear sir, very +eccentric; but eccentricity is not insanity, and you +will find that the will will stand.”</p> + +<p>Jem and I were sitting on an old garden-seat, but +the men had talked without paying any attention to +us. At this moment Jem, who had left me a minute +or two before, came running back and said: “Jack! +Do come and look in at the parlour window. That +man with the white face is peeping everywhere, and +under all the newspapers, and he’s made himself so +dusty! It’s such fun!”</p> + +<p>Too happy at the prospect of anything in the +shape of fun, I followed Jem on tiptoe, and when we +stood by the open window with our hands over our +mouths to keep us from laughing, the pale-faced man +was just struggling with the inside lids of an old +japanned tea-caddy.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 37 -->He did not see us, he was too busy, and he did +not hear us, for he was talking to himself, and we +heard him say, “Everything of every sort therein +contained.”</p> + +<p>I suppose the lawyer was right, and that the fat +man was convinced of it, for neither he nor any one +else disputed the old miser’s will. Jem and I each +opened an account in the Savings Bank, and Mrs. +Wood came into possession of the place.</p> + +<p>Public opinion went up and down a good deal +about the old miser still. When it leaked out that +he had worded the invitation to his funeral to the +effect that, being quite unable to tolerate the follies of +his fellow-creatures, and the antics and absurdities +which were necessary to entertain them, he had much +pleasure in welcoming his neighbours to a feast, at +which he could not reasonably be expected to preside—everybody +who heard it agreed that he must have +been mad.</p> + +<p>But it was a long sentence to remember, and not +a very easy one to understand, and those who saw +the plumes and the procession, and those who had +a talk with the undertaker, and those who got a yard +more than usual of such very good black silk, and +those who were able to remember what they had had +for dinner, were all charitably inclined to believe that +the old man’s heart had not been far from being in +<!-- Page 38 -->the right place, at whatever angle his head had been +set on.</p> + +<p>And then by degrees curiosity moved to Mrs. +Wood. Who was she? What was she like? What +was she to the miser? Would she live at the farm?</p> + +<p>To some of these questions the carrier, who was +the first to see her, replied. She was “a quiet, +genteel-looking sort of a grey-haired widow lady, who +looked as if she’d seen a deal of trouble, and was +badly off.”</p> + +<p>The neighbourhood was not unkindly, and many +folk were ready to be civil to the widow if she came +to live there.</p> + +<p>“But she never will,” everybody said. “She +must let it. Perhaps the new doctor might think of +it at a low rent, he’d be glad of the field for his horse. +What could she do with an old place like that, and +not a penny to keep it up with?”</p> + +<p>What she did do was to have a school there, and +that was how Walnut-tree Farm became Walnut-tree +Academy.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a><!-- Page 39 -->CHAPTER III.</h3> + +<p class="center"> +“What are little boys made of, made of?<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -2.9em;">What are little boys made of?”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 9em;"><i>Nursery Rhyme</i>.</span><br /> +</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">When</span> the school was opened, Jem and I were sent +there at once. Everybody said it was “time we were +sent somewhere,” and that “we were getting too wild +for home.”</p> + +<p>I got so tired of hearing this at last, that one day +I was goaded to reply that “home was getting too +tame for me.” And Jem, who always backed me up, +said, “And me too.” For which piece of swagger +we forfeited our suppers; but when we went to bed +we found pieces of cake under our pillows, for my +mother could not bear us to be short of food, however +badly we behaved.</p> + +<p>I do not know whether the trousers had anything +to do with it, but about the time that Jem and I +were put into trousers we lived in a chronic state of +behaving badly. What makes me feel particularly +ashamed in thinking of it is, that I know it was not +<!-- Page 40 -->that we came under the pressure of any overwhelming +temptations to misbehave and yielded through weakness, +but that, according to an expressive nursery +formula, we were “seeing how naughty we could be.” +I think we were genuinely anxious to see this undesirable +climax; in some measure as a matter of +experiment, to which all boys are prone, and in which +dangerous experiments, and experiments likely to be +followed by explosion, are naturally preferred. Partly, +too, from an irresistible impulse to “raise a row,” +and take one’s luck of the results. This craving to +disturb the calm current of events, and the good +conduct and composure of one’s neighbours as a +matter of diversion, must be incomprehensible by +phlegmatic people, who never feel it, whilst some +Irishmen, I fancy, never quite conquer it, perhaps +because they never quite cease to be boys. In any +degree I do not for an instant excuse it, and in excess +it must be simply intolerable by better-regulated +minds.</p> + +<p>But really, boys who are pickles should be put into +jars with sound stoppers, like other pickles, and I +wonder that mothers and cooks do not get pots like +those that held the forty thieves, and do it.</p> + +<p>I fancy it was because we happened to be in this +rough, defiant, mischievous mood, just about the +time that Mrs. Wood opened her school, that we did +<!-- Page 41 -->not particularly like our school-mistress. If I had +been fifteen years older, I should soon have got +beyond the first impression created by her severe +dress, close widow’s cap and straight grey hair, and +have discovered that the outline of her face was +absolutely beautiful, and I might possibly have +detected, what most people failed to detect, that +an odd unpleasing effect, caused by the contrast +between her general style, and an occasional lightness +and rapidity and grace of movement in her +slender figure, came from the fact that she was much +younger than she looked and affected to be. The +impression I did receive of her appearance I communicated +to my mother in far from respectful +pantomime.</p> + +<p>“Well, love, and what do you think of Mrs. +Wood?” said she.</p> + +<p>“I think,” chanted I, in that high brassy pitch +of voice which Jem and I had adopted for this +bravado period of our existence—“I think she’s like +our old white hen that turned up its eyes and died of +the pip. Lack-a-daisy-dee! Lack-a-daisy-dee!”</p> + +<p>And I twisted my body about, and strolled up +and down the room with a supposed travesty of +Mrs. Wood’s movements.</p> + +<p>“So she is,” said faithful Jem. “Lack-a-daisy-dee! +Lack-a-daisy-dee!” and he wriggled about +<!-- Page 42 -->after me, and knocked over the Berlin wool-basket.</p> + +<p>“Oh dear, oh dear!” said our poor mother.</p> + +<p>Jem righted the basket, and I took a run and a +flying leap over it, and having cleared it successfully, +took another, and yet another, each one soothing my +feelings to the extent by which it shocked my mother’s. +At the third bound, Jem, not to be behindhand, +uttered a piercing yell from behind the sofa.</p> + +<p>“Good gracious, what’s the matter?” cried my +mother.</p> + +<p>“It’s the war-whoop of the Objibeway Indians,” +I promptly explained, and having emitted another, +to which I flattered myself Jem’s had been as +nothing for hideousness, we departed in file to raise +a row in the kitchen.</p> + +<p>Summer passed into autumn. Jem and I really +liked going to school, but it was against our principles +at that time to allow that we liked anything +that we ought to like.</p> + +<p>Some sincere but mistaken efforts to improve our +principles were made, I remember, by a middle-aged +single lady, who had known my mother in her +girlhood, and who was visiting her at this unlucky +stage of our career. Having failed to cope with us +directly, she adopted the plan of talking improvingly +to our mother and at us, and very severe some of her +<!-- Page 43 -->remarks were, and I don’t believe that Mother liked +them any better than we did.</p> + +<p>The severest she ever made were I think +heightened in their severity by the idea that we +were paying unusual attention, as we sat on the +floor a little behind her one day. We were paying +a great deal of attention, but it was not so much +to Miss Martin as to a stock of wood-lice which I +had collected, and which I was arranging on the +carpet that Jem might see how they roll themselves +into smooth tight balls when you tease them. But +at last she talked so that we could not help attending. +I dared not say anything to her, but her own +tactics were available. I put the wood-lice back in +my pocket, and stretching my arms yawningly above +my head, I said to Jem, “How dull it is! I wish +I were a bandit.”</p> + +<p>Jem generally outdid me if possible, from sheer +willingness and loyalty of spirit.</p> + +<p>“<i>I</i> should like to be a burglar,” said he.</p> + +<p>And then we both left the room very quietly and +politely. But when we got outside I said, “I hate +that woman.”</p> + +<p>“So do I,” said Jem; “she regularly hectors over +mother—I hate her worst for that.”</p> + +<p>“So do I. Jem, doesn’t she take pills?”</p> + +<p>“I don’t know—why?”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 44 -->“I believe she does; I’m certain I saw a box on +her dressing-table. Jem, run like a good chap and +see, and if there is one, empty out the pills and bring +me the pill-box.”</p> + +<p>Jem obeyed, and I sat down on the stairs and +began to get the wood-lice out again. There were +twelve nice little black balls in my hand when Jem +came back with the pill-box.</p> + +<p>“Hooray!” I cried; “but knock out all the +powder, it might smother them. Now, give it to +me.”</p> + +<p>Jem danced with delight when I put the wood-lice +in and put on the lid.</p> + +<p>“I hope she’ll shake the box before she opens it,” +I said, as we replaced it on the dressing-table.</p> + +<p>“I hope she will, or they won’t be tight. Oh, +Jack! Jack! <i>How many do you suppose she takes at a +time?</i>”</p> + +<p>We never knew, and what is more, we never +knew what became of the wood-lice, for, for some +reason, she kept our counsel as well as her own about +the pill-box.</p> + +<p>One thing that helped to reconcile us to spending +a good share of our summer days in Walnut-tree +Academy was that the school-mistress made us very +comfortable. Boys at our age are not very sensitive +about matters of taste and colour and so forth, but +<!-- Page 45 -->even we discovered that Mrs. Wood had that knack +of adapting rooms to their inhabitants, and making +them pleasant to the eye, which seems to be a trick +at the end of some people’s fingers, and quite unlearnable +by others. When she had made the old +miser’s rooms to her mind, we might have understood, +if we had speculated about it, how it was that she had +not profited by my mother’s sound advice to send all +his “rubbishy odds and ends” (the irregularity and +ricketiness and dustiness of which made my mother +shudder) to be “sold at the nearest auction-rooms, +and buy some good solid furniture of the cabinet-maker +who furnished for everybody in the neighbourhood, +which would be the cheapest in the long-run, besides +making the rooms look like other people’s at last.” +That she evaded similar recommendations of paperhangers +and upholsterers, and of wall-papers and +carpets, and curtains with patterns that would “stand,” +and wear best, and show dirt least, was a trifle in the +eyes of all good housekeepers, when our farming-man’s +daughter brought the amazing news with her to Sunday +tea, that “the missus” had had in old Sally, and had +torn the paper off the parlour, and had made Sally +“lime-wash the walls, for all the world as if it was a +cellar.” Moreover, she had “gone over” the lower +part herself, and was now painting on the top of that. +There was nothing for it, after this news, but to sigh +<!-- Page 46 -->and conclude that there was something about the old +place which made everybody a little queer who came +to live in it.</p> + +<p>But when Jem and I saw the parlour (which was +now the school-room), we decided that it “looked very +nice,” and was “uncommonly comfortable.” The +change was certainly amazing, and made the funeral +day seem longer ago than it really was. The walls +were not literally lime-washed; but (which is the same +thing, except for a little glue!) they were distempered, +a soft pale pea-green. About a yard deep above the +wainscot this was covered with a dark sombre green +tint, and along the upper edge of this, as a border all +round the room, the school-mistress had painted a +trailing wreath of white periwinkle. The border was +painted with the same materials as the walls, and with +very rapid touches. The white flowers were skilfully +relieved by the dark ground, and the varied tints of +the leaves, from the deep evergreen of the old ones to +the pale yellow of the young shoots, had demanded +no new colours, and were wonderfully life-like and +pretty. There was another border, right round the +top of the room; but that was painted on paper and +fastened on. It was a Bible text—“Keep Innocency, +and take heed to the thing that is right, for that shall +bring a man Peace at the last.” And Mrs. Wood had +done the text also.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 47 -->There were no curtains to the broad, mullioned +window, which was kept wide open at every lattice; +and one long shoot of ivy that had pushed in farther +than the rest had been seized, and pinned to the wall +inside, where its growth was a subject of study and +calculation, during the many moments when we were +“trying to see” how little we could learn of our +lessons. The black-board stood on a polished easel; +but the low seats and desks were of plain pine like the +floor, and they were scrupulously scrubbed. The +cool tint of the walls was somewhat cheered by +coloured maps and prints, and the school-mistress’s +chair (an old carved oak one that had been much +revived by bees-wax and turpentine since the miser’s +days) stood on the left-hand side of the window—under +“Keep Innocency,” and looking towards +“Peace at the last.” I know, for when we were all +writing or something of that sort, so that she could sit +still, she used to sit with her hands folded and look +up at it, which was what made Jem and me think of +the old white hen that turned up its eyes; and made +Horace Simpson say that he believed she had done +one of the letters wrong, and could not help looking +at it to see if it showed. And by the school-mistress’s +chair was the lame boy’s sofa. It was the very old +sofa covered with newspapers on which I had read +about the murder, when the lawyer was reading the +<!-- Page 48 -->will. But she had taken off the paper, and covered +it with turkey red, and red cushions, and a quilt of +brown holland and red bordering, to hide his crumpled +legs, so that he looked quite comfortable.</p> + +<p>I remember so well the first day that he came. +His father was a parson on the moors, and this boy +had always wanted to go to school in spite of his +infirmity, and at last his father brought him in a light +cart down from the moors, to look at it; and when +he got him out of the cart, he carried him in. He +was a big man, I remember, with grey hair and bent +shoulders, and a very old coat, for it split a little at +one of the seams as he was carrying him in, and we +laughed.</p> + +<p>When they got into the room, he put the boy +down, keeping his arm round him, and wiped his +face and said—“How deliciously cool!”—and the +boy stared all round with his great eyes, and then he +lifted them to his father’s face and said—“I’ll come +here. I do like it. But not to-day, my back is so +bad.”</p> + +<p>And what makes me know that Horace was +wrong, and that Mrs. Wood had made no mistake +about the letters of the text, is that “Cripple Charlie”—as +we called him—could see it so well with lying +down. And he told me one day that when his back +was very bad, and he got the fidgets and could not +<!-- Page 49 -->keep still, he used to fix his eyes on “Peace,” which +had gold round the letters, and shone, and that if he +could keep steadily to it, for a good bit, he always fell +asleep at the last. But he was very fanciful, poor +chap!</p> + +<p>I do not think it was because Jem and I had any +real wish to become burglars that we made a raid on +the walnuts that autumn. I do not even think that +we cared very much about the walnuts themselves.</p> + +<p>But when it is understood that the raid was to be +a raid by night, or rather in those very early hours of +the morning which real burglars are said almost to +prefer; that it was necessary to provide ourselves with +thick sticks; that we should have to force the hedge and +climb the trees; that the said trees grew directly under +the owner’s bedroom window, which made the chances +of detection hazardously great; and that walnut juice +(as I have mentioned before) is of a peculiarly unaccommodating +nature, since it will neither disguise you +at the time nor wash off afterwards—it will be obvious +that the dangers and delights of the adventure were +sufficient to blunt, for the moment, our sense of the +fact that we were deliberately going a-thieving.</p> + +<p>“Shall we wear black masks?” said Jem.</p> + +<p>On the whole I said “No,” for I did not know +where we should get them, nor, if we did, how we +should keep them on.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 50 -->“If she has a blunderbuss, and fires,” said I, +“you must duck your head, remember; but if she +springs the rattle we must cut and run.”</p> + +<p>“Will her blunderbuss be loaded, do you think?” +asked Jem. “Mother says the one in <i>their</i> room +isn’t; she told me so on Saturday. But she says +we’re never to touch it, all the same, for you never +can be sure about things of that sort going off. Do +you think Mrs. Wood’s will be loaded?”</p> + +<p>“It may be,” said I, “and of course she might +load it if she thought she heard robbers.”</p> + +<p>“I heard father say that if you shoot a burglar +outside it’s murder,” said Jem, who seemed rather +troubled by the thought of the blunderbuss; “but +if you shoot him inside it’s self-defence.”</p> + +<p>“Well, you may spring a rattle outside, anyway,” +said I; “and if hers makes as much noise as ours, +it’ll be heard all the way here. So mind, if she begins, +you must jump down and cut home like mad.”</p> + +<p>Armed with these instructions and our thick sticks, +Jem and I crept out of the house before the sun was +up or a bird awake. The air seemed cold after our +warm beds, and the dew was so drenching in the +hedge bottoms, and on the wayside weeds of our +favourite lane, that we were soaked to the knees +before we began to force the hedge. I did not think +that grass and wild-flowers could have held so much +<!-- Page 51 -->wet. By the time that we had crossed the orchard, and +I was preparing to grip the grandly scored trunk of the +nearest walnut-tree with my chilly legs, the heavy +peeling, the hard cracking, and the tedious picking of +a green walnut was as little pleasurable a notion as +I had in my brain.</p> + +<p>All the same, I said (as firmly as my chattering +teeth would allow) that I was very glad we had come +when we did, for that there certainly were fewer +walnuts on the tree than there had been the day +before.</p> + +<p>“She’s been at them,” said I, almost indignantly.</p> + +<p>“Pickling,” responded Jem with gloomy conciseness; +and spurred by this discovery to fresh enthusiasm +for our exploit, we promptly planned +operations.</p> + +<p>“I’ll go up the tree,” said I, “and beat, and you +can pick them as they fall.”</p> + +<p>Jem was, I fear, only too well accustomed to my +arrogating the first place in our joint undertakings, +and after giving me “a leg up” to an available bit of +foothold, and handing up my stick, he waited patiently +below to gather what I beat down.</p> + +<p>The walnuts were few and far between, to say +nothing of leaves between, which in walnut-trees are +large. The morning twilight was dim, my hands were +cold and feebler than my resolution. I had battered +<!-- Page 52 -->down a lot of leaves and twigs, and two or three +walnuts; the sun had got up at last, but rather +slowly, as if he found the morning chillier than he +expected, and a few rays were darting here and there +across the lane, when Jem gave a warning “Hush!” +and I left off rustling in time to hear Mrs. Wood’s +bedroom lattice opened, and to catch sight of something +pushed out into the morning mists.</p> + +<p>“Who’s there?” said the school-mistress.</p> + +<p>Neither Jem nor I took upon us to inform her, +and we were both seized with anxiety to know what +was at the window. He was too low down and I too +much buried in foliage to see clearly. Was it the +rattle? I took a hasty step downwards at the thought. +Or was it the blunderbuss? In my sudden move I +slipped on the dew-damped branch, and cracked a +rotten one with my elbow, which made an appalling +crash in the early stillness, and sent a walnut—pop! +on to Jem’s hat, who had already ducked to avoid +the fire of the blunderbuss, and now fell on his face +under the fullest conviction that he had been shot.</p> + +<p>“Who’s there?” said the school-mistress, and (my +tumble having brought me into a more exposed +position) she added, “Is that you, Jack and +Jem?”</p> + +<p>“It’s me,” said I, ungrammatically but stoutly, +hoping that Jem at any rate would slip off.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 53 -->But he had recovered himself and his loyalty, and +unhesitatingly announced, “No, it’s me,” and was +picking the bits of grass off his cheeks and knees +when I got down beside him.</p> + +<p>“I’m sorry you came to take my walnuts like +this,” said the voice from above. She had a particularly +clear one, and we could hear it quite well. “I +got a basketful on purpose for you yesterday afternoon. +If I let it down by a string, do you think you +can take it?”</p> + +<p>Happily she did not wait for a reply, as we could +not have got a word out between us; but by and by +the basketful of walnuts was pushed through the +lattice and began to descend. It came slowly and +unsteadily, and we had abundant leisure to watch it, +and also, as we looked up, to discover what it was +that had so puzzled me in Mrs. Wood’s appearance—that +when I first discovered that it was a head and +not a blunderbuss at the window I had not recognized +it for hers.</p> + +<p>She was without her widow’s cap, which revealed +the fact that her hair, though the two narrow, smooth +bands of it which appeared every day beyond her cap +were unmistakably grey, was different in some essential +respects from (say) Mrs. Jones’s, our grey-haired +washer-woman. The more you saw of Mrs. Jones’s +head, the less hair you perceived her to have, and the +<!-- Page 54 -->whiter that little appeared. Indeed, the knob into +which it was twisted at the back was much of the colour +as well as of the size of a tangled reel of dirty white +cotton. But Mrs. Wood’s hair was far more abundant +than our mother’s, and it was darker underneath than +on the top—a fact which was more obvious when the +knot into which it was gathered in her neck was no +longer hidden. Deep brown streaks were mingled +with the grey in the twists of this, and I could see +them quite well, for the outline of her head was dark +against the white-washed mullion of the window, and +framed by ivy-leaves. As she leaned out to lower +the basket we could see her better and better, and, as +it touched the ground, the jerk pulled her forward, +and the knot of her hair uncoiled and rolled heavily +over the window-sill.</p> + +<p>By this time the rays of the sun were level with +the windows, and shone full upon Mrs. Wood’s face. +I was very much absorbed in looking at her, but I +could not forget our peculiar position, and I had an +important question to put, which I did without more +ado.</p> + +<p>“Please, madam, shall you tell Father?”</p> + +<p>“We only want to know,” added Jem.</p> + +<p>She hesitated a minute, and then smiled. “No; +I don’t think you’ll do it again;” after which she +disappeared.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 55 -->“She’s certainly no sneak,” said I, with an effort +to be magnanimous, for I would much rather she had +sprung the rattle or fired the blunderbuss.</p> + +<p>“And I say,” said Jem, “isn’t she pretty without +her cap?”</p> + +<p>We looked ruefully at the walnuts. We had lost +all appetite for them, and they seemed disgustingly +damp, with their green coats reeking with black +bruises. But we could not have left the basket +behind, so we put our sticks through the handles, and +carried it like the Sunday picture of the spies carrying +the grapes of Eshcol.</p> + +<p>And Jem and I have often since agreed that we +never in all our lives felt so mean as on that occasion, +and we sincerely hope that we never may.</p> + +<p>Indeed, it is only in some books and some sermons +that people are divided into “the wicked” and +“the good,” and that “the wicked” have no consciences +at all. Jem and I had wilfully gone thieving, +but we were far from being utterly hardened, and the +school-mistress’s generosity weighed heavily upon ours. +Repentance and the desire to make atonement seem +to go pretty naturally together, and in my case they +led to the following dialogue with Jem, on the subject +of two exquisite little bantam hens and a cock, which +were our joint property, and which were known in the +farmyard as “the Major and his wives.”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 56 -->These titles (which vexed my dear mother from +the first) had suggested themselves to us on this wise. +There was a certain little gentleman who came to our +church, a brewer by profession, and a major in the +militia by choice, who was so small and strutted so +much that to the insolent observation of boyhood he +was “exactly like” our new bantam cock. Young +people are very apt to overhear what is not intended +for their knowledge, and somehow or other we learned +that he was “courting” (as his third wife) a lady of +our parish. His former wives are buried in our +churchyard. Over the first he had raised an obelisk +of marble, so costly and affectionate that it had won +the hearts of his neighbours in general, and of his +second wife in particular. When she died the gossips +wondered whether the Major would add her name to +that of her predecessor, or “go to the expense” of a +new monument. He erected a second obelisk, and it +was taller than the first (height had a curious fascination +for him), and the inscription was more touching +than the other. This time the material was Aberdeen +granite, and as that is most difficult to cut, hard +to polish, and heavy to transport, the expense was +enormous. These two monstrosities of mortuary +pomp were the pride of the parish, and they were +familiarly known to us children (and to many other +people) as “the Major’s wives.”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 57 -->When we called the cock “the Major,” we +naturally called the hens “the Major’s wives.”</p> + +<p>“My dears, I don’t like that name at all,” said +my mother. “I never like jokes about people who +are dead. And for that matter, it really sounds as if +they were both alive, which is worse.”</p> + +<p>It was during our naughty period, and I strutted +on my heels till I must have looked very like the +little brewer himself, and said, “And why shouldn’t +they both be alive? Fancy the Major with two wives, +one on each arm, and both as tall as the monuments! +What fun!”</p> + +<p>As I said the words “one on each arm,” I put up +first one and then the other of my own, and having +got a satisfactory impetus during the rest of my sentence, +I crossed the parlour as a catherine-wheel under +my mother’s nose. It was a new accomplishment, of +which I was very proud, and poor Jem somewhat +envious. He was clumsy and could not manage it.</p> + +<p>“Oh!” ejaculated my mother, “Jack, I must +speak to your father about those dangerous tricks of +yours. And it quite shocks me to hear you talk in +that light way about wicked things.”</p> + +<p>Jem was to my rescue in a moment, driving his +hands into the pockets of his blouse, and turning +them up to see how soon he might hope that his +fingers would burst through the lining.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 58 -->“Jacob had two wives,” he said; and he chanted +on, quoting imperfectly from Dr. Watts’s <i>Scripture +Catechism</i>, “And Jacob was a good man, therefore +his brother hated him.”</p> + +<p>“No, no, Jem,” said I, “that was Abel. Jacob +was Isaac’s younger son, and——”</p> + +<p>“Hush! Hush! Hush!” said my mother. +“You’re not to do Sunday lessons on week-days. +What terrible boys you are!” And, avoiding to fight +about Jacob’s wives with Jem, who was pertinacious +and said very odd things, my mother did what women +often do and are often wise in doing—she laid down +her weapons and began to beseech.</p> + +<p>“My darlings, call your nice little hens some other +names. Poor old mother doesn’t like those.”</p> + +<p>I was melted in an instant, and began to cast +about in my head for new titles. But Jem was softly +obstinate, and he had inherited some of my mother’s +wheedling ways. He took his hands from his pockets, +flung his arms recklessly round her clean collar, and +began stroking (or <i>pooring</i>, as we called it) her head +with his grubby paws. And as he <i>poored</i> he coaxed—“Dear +nice old mammy! It’s only us. What can +it matter? Do let us call our bantams what we like.”</p> + +<p>And my mother gave in before I had time to.</p> + +<p>The dialogue I held with Jem about the bantams +after the walnut raid was as follows:</p> + +<p><!-- Page 59 -->“Jem, you’re awfully fond of the ‘Major and his +wives,’ I suppose?”</p> + +<p>“Ye-es,” said Jem, “<i>I am</i>. But I don’t mind, +Jack, if you want them for your very own. I’ll give +up my share,”—and he sighed.</p> + +<p>“I never saw such a good chap as you are, Jem. +But it’s not that. I thought we might give them to +Mrs. Wood. It was so beastly about those disgusting +walnuts.”</p> + +<p>“I can’t touch walnut pickle now,” said Jem, +feelingly.</p> + +<p>“It’d be a very handsome present,” said I.</p> + +<p>“They took a prize at the Agricultural,” said Jem.</p> + +<p>“I know she likes eggs. She beats ’em into a +froth and feeds Charlie with ’em,” said I.</p> + +<p>“I think I could eat walnut pickle again if I knew +she had the bantams,” sighed Jem, who was really +devoted to the little cock-major and the auburn-feathered +hens.</p> + +<p>“We’ll take ’em this afternoon,” I said.</p> + +<p>We did so—in a basket, Eshcol-grape wise, like +the walnuts. When we told Mother, she made no +objection. She would have given her own head off +her shoulders if, by ill-luck, any passer-by had thought +of asking for it. Besides, it solved the difficulty of +the objectionable names.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wood was very loth to take our bantams, +<!-- Page 60 -->but of course Jem and I were not going to recall a +gift, so she took them at last, and I think she was very +much pleased with them.</p> + +<p>She had got her cap on again, tied under her chin, +and nothing to be seen of her hair but the very grey +piece in front. It made her look so different that I +could not keep my eyes off her whilst she was talking, +though I knew quite well how rude it is to stare. +And my head got so full of it that I said at last, in +spite of myself, “Please, madam, why is it that part +of your hair is grey and part of it dark?”</p> + +<p>Her face got rather red, she did not answer for a +minute; and Jem, to my great relief, changed the +subject, by saying, “We were very much obliged to +you for not telling Father about the walnuts.”</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wood leaned back against the high carving +of her old chair and smiled, and said very slowly, +“Would he have been very angry?”</p> + +<p>“He’d have flogged us, I expect,” said I.</p> + +<p>“And I expect,” continued Jem, “that he’d have +said to us what he said to Bob Furniss when he took +the filberts: ‘If you begin by stealing nuts, you’ll end +by being transported.’ Do you think Jack and I shall +end by being transported?” added Jem, who had a +merciless talent for applying general principles to +individual cases.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Wood made no reply, neither did she move, +<!-- Page 61 -->but her eyelids fell, and then her eyes looked far +worse than if they had been shut, for there was a +little bit open, with nothing but white to be seen. +She was still rather red, and she did not visibly +breathe. I have no idea for how many seconds I had +gazed stupidly at her, when Jem gasped, “Is she +dead?”</p> + +<p>Then I became terror-struck, and crying, “Let’s +find Mary Anne!” fled into the kitchen, closely +followed by Jem.</p> + +<p>“She’s took with them fits occasional,” said Mary +Anne, and depositing a dripping tin she ran to the +parlour. We followed in time to see her stooping +over the chair and speaking very loudly in the school-mistress’s +ear,</p> + +<p>“I’ll lay ye down, ma’am, shall I?”</p> + +<p>But still the widow was silent, on which Mary +Anne took her up in her brawny arms, and laid her +on “Cripple Charlie’s” sofa, and covered her with +the quilt.</p> + +<p>We settled the Major and his wives into their new +abode, and then hurried home to my mother, who put +on her bonnet, and took a bottle of something, and +went off to the farm.</p> + +<p>She did not come back till tea-time, and then she +was full of poor Mrs. Wood. “Most curious attacks,” +she explained to my father; “she can neither move +<!-- Page 62 -->nor speak, and yet she hears everything, though she +doesn’t always remember afterwards. She said she +thought it was ‘trouble,’ poor soul!”</p> + +<p>“What brought this one on?” said my father.</p> + +<p>“I can’t make out,” said my mother. “I hope +you boys did nothing to frighten her, eh? Are you +sure you didn’t do one of those dreadful wheels, +Jack?”</p> + +<p>This I indignantly denied, and Jem supported me.</p> + +<p>My mother’s sympathy had been so deeply enlisted, +and her report was so detailed, that Jem and I +became bored at last, besides resenting the notion +that we had been to blame. I gave one look into the +strawberry jam pot, and finding it empty, said my +grace and added, “Women are a poor lot, always +turning up their eyes and having fits about nothing. +I know one thing, nobody ’ll ever catch <i>me</i> being +bothered with a wife.”</p> + +<p>“Nor me neither,” said Jem.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a><!-- Page 63 -->CHAPTER IV.</h3> + +<p class="center"> +“The bee, a more adventurous colonist than man.”<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 13em;" class="smcap">W.C. Bryant.</span><br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="margin-left: -2em;">“Some silent laws our hearts will make,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -3.5em;">Which they shall long obey;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -3em;">We for the year to come may take</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 3.1em;">Our temper from to-day.”—</span><span class="smcap">Wordsworth.</span><br /> +</p> + + +<p>“<span class="smcap">You</span> know what an Apiary is, Isaac, of course?”</p> + +<p>I was sitting in the bee-master’s cottage, opposite +to him, in an arm-chair, which was the counterpart of +his own, both of them having circular backs, diamond-shaped +seats, and chintz cushions with frills. It was +the summer following that in which Jem and I had +tried to see how badly we could behave; this uncivilized +phase had abated: Jem used to ride about a +great deal with my father, and I had become intimate +with Isaac Irvine.</p> + +<p>“You know what an Apiary is, Isaac?” said I.</p> + +<p>“A what, sir?”</p> + +<p>“An A-P-I-A-R-Y.”</p> + +<p>“To be sure, sir, to be sure,” said Isaac. “An +<!-- Page 64 --><i>appyary</i>” (so he was pleased to pronounce it), “I +should be familiar with the name, sir, from my bee-book, +but I never calls my own stock anything but the +beehives. <i>Beehives</i> is a good, straightforward sort of a +name, sir, and it serves my turn.”</p> + +<p>“Ah, but you see we haven’t come to the B’s yet,” +said I, alluding to what I was thinking of.</p> + +<p>“Does your father think of keeping ’em, sir?” +said Isaac, alluding to what he was thinking of.</p> + +<p>“Oh, he means to have them bound, I believe,” +was my reply.</p> + +<p>The bee-master now betrayed his bewilderment, +and we had a hearty laugh when we discovered that +he had been talking about bees whilst I had been +talking about the weekly numbers of the <i>Penny +Cyclopædia</i>, which had not as yet reached the +letter B, but in which I had found an article on +Master Isaac’s craft, under the word Apiary, which +had greatly interested me, and ought, I thought, to be +interesting to the bee-keeper. Still thinking of this I +said,</p> + +<p>“Do you ever take your bees away from home, +Isaac?”</p> + +<p>“They’re on the moors now, sir,” said Isaac.</p> + +<p>“<i>Are</i> they?” I exclaimed. “Then you’re like the +Egyptians, and like the French, and the Piedmontese; +only you didn’t take them in a barge.”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 65 -->“Why, no, sir. The canal don’t go nigh-hand of +the moors at all.”</p> + +<p>“The Egyptians,” said I, leaning back into the +capacious arms of my chair, and epitomizing what I +had read, “who live in Lower Egypt put all their +beehives into boats and take them on the river to +Upper Egypt. Right up at that end of the Nile the +flowers come out earliest, and the bees get all the +good out of them there, and then the boats are moved +lower down to where the same kind of flowers are +only just beginning to blossom, and the bees get all +the good out of them there, and so on, and on, and +on, till they’ve travelled right through Egypt, with +all the hives piled up, and come back in the boats +to where they started from.”</p> + +<p>“And every hive a mighty different weight to +what it was when they did start, I’ll warrant,” said +Master Isaac enthusiastically. “Did you find all that +in those penny numbers, Master Jack?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, and oh, lots more, Isaac! About lots of +things and lots of countries.”</p> + +<p>“Scholarship’s a fine thing,” said the bee-master, +“and seeing foreign parts is a fine thing, and many’s +the time I’ve wished for both. I suppose that’s the +same Egypt that’s in the Bible, sir?”</p> + +<p>“Yes,” said I, “and the same river Nile that +Moses was put on in the ark of bulrushes.”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 66 -->“There’s no countries I’d like to see better than +them Bible countries,” said Master Isaac, “and I’ve +wished it more ever since that gentleman was here +that gave that lecture in the school, with the Holy +Land magic-lantern. He’d been there himself, and +he explained all the slides. They were grand, some +of ’em, when you got ’em straight and steady for a +bit. They’re an awkward thing to manage, is slides, +sir, and the school-master he wasn’t much good at ’em, +he said, and that young scoundrel Bob Furniss and +another lad got in a hole below the platform and +pulled the sheet. But when you did get ’em, right +side up, and the light as it should be, they <i>were</i> +grand! There was one they called the Wailing Place +of the Jews, with every stone standing out as fair as +the flags on this floor. John Binder, the mason, was +at my elbow when that came on, and he clapped his +hands, and says he, ‘Well, yon beats all!’ But the +one for my choice, sir, was the Garden of Gethsemane +by moonlight. I’d only gone to the penny places, for +I’m a good size and can look over most folks’ heads, +but I thought I must see that a bit nearer, cost what +it might. So I found a shilling, and I says to the +young fellow at the door (it was the pupil-teacher), ‘I +must go a bit nearer to yon.’ And he says, ‘You’re +not going into the reserved seats, Isaac?’ So I says, +‘Don’t put yourself about, my lad, I shan’t interfere +<!-- Page 67 -->with the quality; but if half a day’s wage ’ll bring me +nearer to the Garden of Gethsemane, I’m bound to +go.’ And I went. I didn’t intrude myself on nobody, +though one gentleman was for making room for me at +once, and twice over he offered me a seat beside him. +But I knew my manners, and I said, ‘Thank you, sir, +I can see as I stand.’ And I did see right well, and +kicked Bob Furniss too, which was good for all +parties. But I’d like to see the very places themselves, +Master Jack.”</p> + +<p>“So should I,” said I; “but I should like to go +farther, all round the world, I think. Do you know, +Isaac, you wouldn’t believe what curious beasts there +are in other countries, and what wonderful people and +places! Why, we’ve only got to ATH—No. 135—now; +it leaves off at <i>Athanagilde</i>, a captain of the +Spanish Goths—he’s nobody, but there are <i>such</i> apes +in that number! The Mono—there’s a picture of +him, just like a man with a tail and horrid feet, who +used to sit with the negro women when they were at +work, and play with bits of paper; and a Quata, who +used to be sent to the tavern for wine, and when the +children pelted him he put down the wine and threw +stones at them. And there are pictures in all the +numbers, of birds and ant-eaters and antelopes, and I +don’t know what. The Mono and the Quata live in the +West Indies, I think. You see, I think the A’s are +<!-- Page 68 -->rather good numbers; very likely, for there’s America, +and Asia, and Africa, and Arabia, and Abyssinia, and +there’ll be Australia before we come to the B’s. Oh, +Isaac! I do wish I could go round the world!”</p> + +<p>I sighed, and the bee-master sighed also, with a +profundity that made his chair creak, well-seasoned as +it was. Then he said, “But I’ll say this, Master Jack, +next to going to such places the reading about ’em +must come. A penny a week’s a penny a week to a +poor man, but I reckon I shall have to make shift to +take in those numbers myself.”</p> + +<p>Isaac did not take them in, however, for I used to +take ours down to his cottage, and read them aloud +to him instead. He liked this much better than if he +had had to read to himself—he said he could understand +reading better when he heard it than when he +saw it. For my own part I enjoyed it very much, and +I fancy I read rather well, it being a point on which +Mrs. Wood expended much trouble with us.</p> + +<p>“Listen, Isaac,” said I on my next visit; “this is +what I meant about the barge”—and resting the +Penny Number on the arm of my chair, I read aloud +to the attentive bee-master—“‘Goldsmith describes +from his own observation a kind of floating apiary in +some parts of France and Piedmont. They have on +board of one barge, he says, threescore or a hundred +beehives——’”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 69 -->“That’s an appy-ary if ye like, sir!” ejaculated +Master Isaac, interrupting his pipe and me to make +way for the observation.</p> + +<p>“Somebody saw ‘a convoy of <i>four thousand</i> +hives——’ on the Nile,” said I.</p> + +<p>The bee-master gave a resigned sigh. “Go on, +Master Jack,” said he.</p> + +<p>“‘—well defended from the inclemency of an +accidental storm,’” I proceeded; “‘and with these +the owners float quietly down the stream; one beehive +yields the proprietor a considerable income. +Why, he adds, a method similar to this has never +been adopted in England, where we have more gentle +rivers and more flowery banks than in any other part +of the world, I know not; certainly it might be turned +to advantage, and yield the possessor a secure, though +perhaps a moderate, income.’”</p> + +<p>I was very fond of the canal which ran near us +(and was, for that matter, a parish boundary): and +the barges, with their cargoes, were always interesting +to me; but a bargeful of bees seemed something quite +out of the common. I thought I should rather like to +float down a gentle river between flowery banks, surrounded +by beehives on which I could rely to furnish +me with a secure though moderate income; and I +said so.</p> + +<p>“So should I, sir,” said the bee-master. “And I +<!-- Page 70 -->should uncommon like to ha’ seen the one beehive +that brought in a considerable income. Honey must +have been very dear in those parts, Master Jack. +However, it’s in the book, so I suppose it’s right +enough.”</p> + +<p>I made no defence of the veracity of the <i>Cyclopædia</i>, +for I was thinking of something else, of which, +after a few moments, I spoke.</p> + +<p>“Isaac, you don’t stay with your bees on the +moors. Do you ever go to see them?”</p> + +<p>“To be sure I do, Master Jack, nigh every +Sunday through the season. I start after I get back +from morning church, and I come home in the dark, +or by moonlight. My missus goes to church in the +afternoons, and for that bit she locks up the house.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I wish you’d take me the next time!” +said I.</p> + +<p>“To be sure I will, and too glad sir, if you’re +allowed to go.”</p> + +<p>That <i>was</i> the difficulty, and I knew it. No one +who has not lived in a household of old-fashioned +middle-class country folk of our type has any notion +how difficult it is for anybody to do anything unusual +therein. In such a well-fitted but unelastic establishment +the dinner-hour, the carriage horses, hot water, +bedtime, candles, the post, the wash-day, and an extra +blanket, from being the ministers of one’s comfort, +<!-- Page 71 -->become the stern arbiters of one’s fate. Spring cleaning—which +is something like what it would be to +build, paint, and furnish a house, and to “do it at +home”—takes place as naturally as the season it +celebrates; but if you want the front door kept open +after the usual hour for drawing the bolts and hanging +the robbers’ bell, it’s odds if the master of the +house has not an apoplectic fit, and if servants of +twelve and fourteen years’ standing do not give +warning.</p> + +<p>And what is difficult on week-days is on Sundays +next door to impossible, for obvious reasons.</p> + +<p>But one’s parents, though they have their little +ways like other people, are, as a rule—oh, my heart! +made sadder and wiser by the world’s rough experiences, +bear witness!—very indulgent; and after a +good many ups and downs, and some compromising +and coaxing, I got my way.</p> + +<p>On one point my mother was firm, and I feared +this would be an insuperable difficulty. I must go +twice to church, as our Sunday custom was—a custom +which she saw no good reason for me to break. It is +easy to smile at her punctiliousness on this score; but +after all these years, and on the whole, I think she +was right. An unexpected compromise came to my +rescue, however: Isaac Irvine’s bees were in the +parish of Cripple Charlie’s father, within a stone’s +<!-- Page 72 -->throw (by the bee-master’s strong arm) of the church +itself, which was a small minster among the moors. +Here I promised faithfully to attend Evening Prayer, +for which we should be in time; and I started, by +Isaac Irvine’s side, on my first real “expedition” on +the first Sunday in August, with my mother’s blessing +and a threepenny-bit with a hole in it, “in case of a +collection.”</p> + +<p>We dined before we started, I with the rest, and +Isaac in our kitchen; but I had no great appetite—I +was too much excited—and I willingly accepted some +large sandwiches made with thick slices of home-made +bread and liberal layers of home-made potted +meat, “in case I should feel hungry” before I got +there.</p> + +<p>It pains me to think how distressed my mother +was because I insisted on carrying the sandwiches in a +red and orange spotted handkerchief, which I had +purchased with my own pocket-money, and to which +I was deeply attached, partly from the bombastic +nature of the pattern, and partly because it was big +enough for any grown-up man. “It made me look +like a tramping sailor,” she said. I did not tell her +that this was precisely the effect at which I aimed, +though it was the case; but I coaxed her into permitting +it, and I abstained from passing a certain +knowing little ash stick through the knot, and hoisting +<!-- Page 73 -->the bundle over my left shoulder, till I was well out of +the grounds.</p> + +<p>My efforts to spare her feelings on this point, +however, proved vain. She ran to the landing-window +to watch me out of sight, and had a full view +of my figure as I swaggered with a business-like gait +by Isaac’s side up the first long hill, having set my hat +on the back of my head with an affectation of profuse +heat, my right hand in the bee-master’s coat-pocket for +support, and my left holding the stick and bundle at +an angle as showy and sailor-like as I could assume.</p> + +<p>“And they’ll just meet the Ebenezer folk coming +out of chapel, ma’am!” said our housemaid over my +mother’s shoulder, by way of consolation.</p> + +<p>Our journey was up-hill, for which I was quite +prepared. The blue and purple outline of the moors +formed the horizon line visible from our gardens, +whose mistiness or clearness was prophetic of the +coming weather, and over which the wind was supposed +to blow with uncommon “healthfulness.” I +had been there once to blow away the whooping-cough, +and I could remember that the sandy road +wound up and up, but I did not appreciate till that +Sunday how tiring a steady ascent of nearly five miles +may be.</p> + +<p>We were within sight of the church and within +hearing of the bells, when we reached a wayside +<!-- Page 74 -->trough, whose brimming measure was for ever overflowed +by as bright a rill as ever trickled down a +hill-side.</p> + +<p>“It’s only the first peal,” said Master Isaac, +seating himself on the sandy bank, and wiping his +brows.</p> + +<p>My well-accustomed ears confirmed his statement. +The bells moved too slowly for either the second or +the third peal, and we had twenty minutes at our +disposal.</p> + +<p>It was then that I knew (for the first but not the +last time) what refreshment for the weary a spotted +handkerchief may hold. The bee-master and I +divided the sandwiches, and washed them down with +handfuls of the running rill, so fresh, so cold, so +limpid, that (like the saints and martyrs of a faith) it +would convert any one to water-drinking who did not +reflect on the commoner and less shining streams +which come to us through lead pipes and in evil communication +with sewers.</p> + +<p>We were cool and tidy by the time that the little +“Tom Tinkler” bell began to “hurry up.”</p> + +<p>“You’re coming, aren’t you?” said I, checked at +the churchyard gate by an instinct of some hesitation +on Isaac’s part.</p> + +<p>“Well, I suppose I am, sir,” said the bee-master, +and in he came.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 75 -->The thick walls, the stained windows, and the +stone floor, which was below the level of the churchyard, +made the church very cool. Master Isaac and +I seated ourselves so that we had a good view within, +and could also catch a peep through the open porch +of the sunlit country outside. Charlie’s father was in +his place when we got in; his threadbare coat was +covered by the white linen of his office, and I do not +think it would have been possible even to my levity to +have felt anything but a respectful awe of him in +church.</p> + +<p>The cares of this life are not as a rule improving +to the countenance. No one who watches faces can +have failed to observe that more beauty is marred and +youth curtailed by vulgar worry than by almost any +other disfigurement. In the less educated classes, +where self-control is not very habitual, and where +interests beyond petty and personal ones are rare, the +soft brows and tender lips of girlhood are too often +puckered and hardened by mean anxieties, even where +these do not affect the girls personally, but only imitatively, +and as the daily interests of their station in +life. In such cases the discontented, careworn look +is by no means a certain indication of corresponding +suffering, but there are too many others in which +tempers that should have been generous, and faces +that should have been noble, and aims that should +<!-- Page 76 -->have been high, are blurred and blunted by the real +weight of real everyday care.</p> + +<p>There are yet others; in which the spirit is too +strong for mortal accidents to pull it down—minds +that the narrowest career cannot vulgarize—faces to +which care but adds a look of pathos—souls which +keep their aims and faiths apart from the fluctuations +of “the things that are seen.” The personal influence +of natures of this type is generally very large, and it +was very large in the case of Cripple Charlie’s father, +and made him a sort of Prophet, Priest, and King +over a rough and scattered population, with whom +the shy, scholarly poor gentleman had not otherwise +much in common.</p> + +<p>It was his personal influence, I am sure, which +made the congregation so devout! There is one +rule which, I believe, applies to all congregations, +of every denomination, and any kind of ritual, and +that is, that the enthusiasm of the congregation is +in direct proportion to the enthusiasm of the minister; +not merely to his personal worth, nor even to his +popularity, for people who rather dislike a clergyman, +and disapprove of his service, will say a louder Amen +at his giving of thanks if his own feelings have a +touch of fire, than they would to that of a more +perfunctory parson whom they liked better. As is +the heartiness of the priest, so is the heartiness of the +<!-- Page 77 -->people—with such strictness that one is disposed +almost to credit some of it to actual magnetism. +<i>Response</i> is no empty word in public worship.</p> + +<p>It was no empty word on this occasion. From +the ancient clerk (who kept a life-interest in what +were now the duties of a choir) to some gaping farm-lads +at my back, everybody said and sang to the +utmost of his ability. I may add that Isaac and I +involuntarily displayed a zeal which was in excess of +our Sunday customs; and if my tongue moved glibly +enough with the choir, the bee-master found many an +elderly parishioner besides himself and the clerk who +“took” both prayer and praise at such independent +paces as suited their individual scholarship, spectacles, +and notions of reverence.</p> + +<p>It crowned my satisfaction when I found that +there was to be a collection. The hymn to which +the churchwardens moved about, gathering the pence, +whose numbers and noisiness seemed in keeping with +the rest of the service, was a well-known one to us +all. It was the favourite evening hymn of the district. +I knew every syllable of it, for Jem and I always sang +hymns (and invariably this one) with my dear mother, +on Sunday evening after supper. When we were +good, we liked it, and, picking one favourite after +another, we often sang nearly through the hymn-book. +When we were naughty, we displayed a good deal of +<!-- Page 78 -->skill in making derisive faces behind my mother’s +back, as she sat at the piano, without betraying ourselves, +and in getting our tongues out and in again +during the natural pauses and convolutions of the +tune. But these occasional fits of boyish profanity +did not hinder me from having an equally boyish +fund of reverence and enthusiasm at the bottom of +my heart, and it was with proud and pleasurable +emotions that I heard the old clerk give forth the +familiar first lines,</p> + +<p class="center"> +“Soon shall the evening star with silver ray<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.6em;">Shed its mild lustre o’er this sacred day,”</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>and got my threepenny-bit ready between my finger +and thumb.</p> + +<p>Away went the organ, which was played by the +vicar’s eldest daughter—away went the vicar’s second +daughter, who “led the singing” from the vicarage +pew with a voice like a bird—away went the choir, +which, in spite of surplices, could not be cured of +waiting half a beat for her—and away went the +congregation—young men and maidens, old men and +children—in one broad tide of somewhat irregular +harmony. Isaac did not know the words as well as +I did, so I lent him my hymn-book; one result of +which was, that the print being small, and the sense +of a hymn being in his view a far more important +<!-- Page 79 -->matter than the sound of it, he preached rather than +sang—in an unequal cadence which was perturbing to +my more musical ear—the familiar lines,</p> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="margin-left: -1.4em;">“Still let each awful truth our thoughts engage,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1.8em;">That shines revealed on inspiration’s page;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Nor those blest hours in vain amusement waste</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -2.4em;">Which all who lavish shall lament at last.”</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>During the next verse my devotions were a little +distracted by the gradual approach of a churchwarden +for my threepenny-bit, which was hot with three +verses of expectant fingering. Then, to my relief, +he took it, and the bee-master’s contribution, and I +felt calmer, and listened to the little prelude which it +was always the custom for the organist to play before +the final verse of a hymn. It was also the custom to +sing the last verse as loudly as possible, though this +is by no means invariably appropriate. It fitted the +present occasion fairly enough. From where I stood +I could see the bellows-blower (the magnetic current +of enthusiasm flowed even to the back of the organ) +nerve himself to prodigious pumping—Charlie’s sister +drew out all the stops—the vicar passed from the +prayer-desk to the pulpit with the rapt look of a man +who walks in a prophetic dream—we pulled ourselves +together, Master Isaac brought the hymn book close +to his glasses, and when the tantalizing prelude was +past we burst forth with a volume which merged all +<!-- Page 80 -->discrepancies. As far as I am able to judge of my +own performance, I fear I <i>bawled</i> (I’m sure the boy +behind me did),</p> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="margin-left: -3.2em;">“Father of Heaven, in Whom our hopes confide,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Whose power defends us, and Whose precepts guide,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -3.7em;">In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -4.3em;">Glory supreme be Thine till time shall end!”</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>The sermon was short, and when the service was +over Master Isaac and I spent a delightful afternoon +with his bees among the heather. The “evening +star” had come out when we had some tea in the +village inn, and we walked home by moonlight. +There was neither wind nor sun, but the air was +almost oppressively pure. The moonshine had taken +the colour out of the sandy road and the heather, and +had painted black shadows by every boulder, and +most things looked asleep except the rill that went on +running. Only we and the rabbits, and the night +moths and the beetles, seemed to be stirring. An +occasional bat appeared and vanished like a spectral +illusion, and I saw one owl flap across the moor with +level wings against the moon.</p> + +<p>“Oh, I <i>have</i> enjoyed it!” was all I could say +when I parted from the bee-master.</p> + +<p>“And so have I, Master Jack,” was his reply, and +he hesitated as if he had something more to say, and +then he said it. “I never enjoyed it as much, and +<!-- Page 81 -->you can thank your mother, sir, with old Isaac’s duty, +for sending us to church. I’m sure I don’t know +why I never went before when I was up yonder, for +I always took notice of the bells. I reckon I thought +I hadn’t time, but you can say, with my respects, sir, +that please <span class="smcap">God</span> I shan’t miss again.”</p> + +<p>I believe he never did; and Cripple Charlie’s +father came to look on him as half a parishioner.</p> + +<p>I was glad I had not shirked Evening Prayer +myself, though (my sex and age considered) it was +not to be expected that I should comfort my mother’s +heart by confessing as much. Let me confess it now, +and confess also that if it was the first time, it was +not the last that I have had cause to realize—oh +women, for our sakes remember it!—into what light +and gentle hands <span class="smcap">God</span> lays the reins that guide men’s +better selves.</p> + +<hr /> + +<p>The most remarkable event of the day happened +at the end of it. Whilst Isaac was feeling the weight +of one of his hives, and just after I lost chase of a +very peculiar-looking beetle, from his squeezing himself +away from me under a boulder, I had caught sight +of a bit of white heather, and then bethought me +of gathering a nosegay (to include this rarity) of moor +flowers and grasses for Mrs. Wood. So when we +reached the lane on our way home, I bade Isaac +<!-- Page 82 -->good-night, and said I would just run in by the back +way into the farm (we never called it the Academy) +and leave the flowers, that the school-mistress might +put them in water. Mary Anne was in the kitchen.</p> + +<p>“Where’s Mrs. Wood?” said I, when she had got +over that silly squeak women always give when you +come suddenly on them.</p> + +<p>“Dear, dear, Master Jack! what a turn you did +give me! I thought it was the tramp.”</p> + +<p>“What tramp?” said I.</p> + +<p>“Why, a great lanky man that came skulking +here a bit since, and asked for the missus. She +was down the garden, and I’ve half a notion he +went after her. I wish you’d go and look for her, +Master Jack, and fetch her in. It’s as damp as +dear knows what, and she takes no more care of +herself than a baby. And I’d be glad to know that +man was off the place. There’s wall-fruit and lots +of things about, a low fellow like that might pick up.”</p> + +<p>My ears felt a little hot at this allusion to low +fellows and garden thieving, and I hurried off to do +Mary Anne’s bidding without further parley. There +was a cloud over the moon as I ran down the back +garden, but when I was nearly at the end the moon +burst forth again, so that I could see. And this is +what I saw:—</p> + +<p>First, a white thing lying on the ground, and it +<!-- Page 83 -->was the widow’s cap, and then Mrs. Wood herself, +with a gaunt lanky-looking man, such as Mary +Anne had described. Her head came nearly to his +shoulder, as I was well able to judge, for he was +holding it in his hands and had laid his own upon +it, as if it were a natural resting-place. And his hair +coming against the darker part of hers, I could see +that his was grey all over. Up to this point I had +been too much stupefied to move, and I had just +become conscious that I ought to go, when the white +cap lying in the moonlight seemed to catch his eye +as it had caught mine; and he set his heel on it +with a vehemence that made me anxious to be off. +I could not resist one look back as I left the garden, +if only to make sure that I had not been dreaming. +No, they were there still, and he was lifting the coil +of her hair, which I suppose had come down when +the cap was pulled off, and it took the full stretch +of his arm to do so, before it fell heavily from his +fingers.</p> + +<p>When I presented myself to my mother with the +bunch of flowers still in my hand, she said, “Did my +Jack get these for Mother?”</p> + +<p>I shook my head. “No, Mother. For Mrs. +Wood.”</p> + +<p>“You might have called at the farm as you +passed,” said she.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 84 -->“I did!” said I.</p> + +<p>“Couldn’t you see Mrs. Wood, love?”</p> + +<p>“Yes, I saw her, but she’d got the tramp with +her.”</p> + +<p>“What tramp?” asked my mother in a horror-struck +voice, which seemed quite natural to me, +for I had been brought up to rank tramps in the +same “dangerous class” with mad dogs, stray bulls, +drunken men, and other things which it is undesirable +to meet.</p> + +<p>“The great lanky one,” I explained, quoting from +Mary Anne.</p> + +<p>“What was he doing with Mrs. Wood?” asked +my mother anxiously.</p> + +<p>I had not yet recovered from my own bewilderment, +and was reckless of the shock inflicted by my +reply.</p> + +<p>“<i>Pooring</i> her head, and kissing it.”</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a><!-- Page 85 -->CHAPTER V.</h3> + +<p class="center"> +“To each his sufferings; all are men<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Condemned alike to groan.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">The tender for another’s pain—”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;" class="smcap">Gray.</span><br /> +</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Not</span> even the miser’s funeral had produced in the +neighbourhood anything like the excitement which +followed that Sunday evening. At first my mother—her +mind filled by the simplest form of the problem, +namely, that Mrs. Wood was in the hands of a tramp—wished +my father to take the blunderbuss in his +hand and step down to the farm. He had “pish”ed +and “pshaw”ed about the blunderbuss, and was +beginning to say more, when I was dismissed to bed, +where I wandered back over the moors in uneasy +dreams, and woke with the horror of a tramp’s hand +upon my shoulder. After suffering the terrors of +night for some time, and finding myself no braver +with my head under the bedclothes than above them, +I began conscientiously to try my mother’s family +recipe for “bad dreams and being afraid in the +<!-- Page 86 -->dark.” This was to “say over” the Benedicite +correctly, which (if by a rare chance one were still +awake at the end) was to be followed by a succession +of the hymns one knew by heart. It required an +effort to <i>begin</i>, and to <i>really try</i>, but the children of +such mothers as ours are taught to make efforts, and +once fairly started, and holding on as a duty, it +certainly did tend to divert the mind from burglars +and ghosts, to get the beasts, creeping things, and +fowls of the air into their right places in the chorus +of benedictions. That Jem never could discriminate +between the “Dews and Frosts” and “Frost and +Cold” verses needs no telling. I have often finished +and still been frightened and had to fall back upon +the hymns, but this night I began to dream pleasanter +dreams of Charlie’s father and the bee-master before +I got to the holy and humble men of heart.</p> + +<p>I slept long then, and Mother would not let me +be awakened. When I did open my eyes Jem was sitting +at the end of the bed, dying to tell me the news.</p> + +<p>“Jack! you have waked, haven’t you? I see +your eyes. Don’t shut ’em again. What <i>do</i> you +think? <i>Mrs. Wood’s husband has come home!</i>”</p> + +<p>I never knew the ins and outs of the story very +exactly. At the time that what did become generally +known was fresh in people’s minds Jem and I were +not by way of being admitted to “grown-up” con<!-- Page 87 -->versations; +and though Mrs. Wood’s husband and +I became intimate friends, I neither wished nor +dared to ask him more about his past than he chose +to tell, for I knew enough to know that it must be +a most intolerable pain to recall it.</p> + +<p>What we had all heard of the story was this. Mr. +Wood had been a head clerk in a house of business. +A great forgery was committed against his employers, +and he was accused. He was tried, condemned, and +sentenced to fourteen years’ penal servitude, which, +in those days, meant transportation abroad. For +some little time the jury had not been unanimous. +One man doubted the prisoner’s guilt—the man we +afterwards knew as the old miser of Walnut-tree +Farm. But he was over-persuaded at last, and Mr. +Wood was convicted and sentenced. He had spent +ten years of his penal servitude in Bermuda when +a man lying in Maidstone Jail under sentence of +death for murder, confessed (amongst other crimes +of which he disburdened his conscience) that it was +he, and not the man who had been condemned, who +had committed the forgery. Investigation confirmed +the truth of this statement, and Mr. Wood was +“pardoned” and brought home.</p> + +<p>He had just come. He was the tramp.</p> + +<p>In this life the old miser never knew that his first +judgment had been the just one, but the doubt +<!-- Page 88 -->which seems always to have haunted him—whether +he had not helped to condemn the innocent—was +the reason of his bequest to the convict’s wife, and +explained much of the mysterious wording of the +will.</p> + +<p>It was a tragic tale, and gave a terrible interest +to the gaunt, white-haired, shattered-looking man +who was the hero of it. It had one point of special +awe for me, and I used to watch him in church +and think of it, till I am ashamed to say that I +forgot even when to stand up and sit down. He +had served ten years of his sentence. Ten years! +Ten times three hundred and sixty-five days! All +the days of the years of my life. The weight of +that undeserved punishment had fallen on him the +year that I was born, and all that long, long time +of home with Mother and Father and Jem—all the +haymaking summers and snowballing winters—whilst +Jem and I had never been away from home, and +had had so much fun, and nothing very horrid that +I could call to mind except the mumps—he had +been an exile working in chains. I remember +rousing up with a start from the realization of this +one Sunday to find myself still standing in the +middle of the Litany. My mother was behaving +too well herself to find me out, and though Jem +was giggling he dared not move, because he was +<!-- Page 89 -->kneeling next my father, whose back was turned +to me. I knelt down, and started to hear the +parson say—“show Thy pity upon all prisoners and +captives!” And then I knew what it is to wish +when it is too late. For I did so wish I had really +prayed for prisoners and captives every Sunday, +because then I should have prayed for that poor +man nearly all the long time he had been so +miserable; for we began to go to church very early, +and one learns to pray easier and sooner than one +learns anything else.</p> + +<p>All this had happened in the holidays, but when +they were over school opened as before, and with +additional scholars; for sympathy was wide and +warm with the school-mistress. Strangely enough, +both partners in the firm which had prosecuted +Mr. Wood were dead. Their successors offered him +employment, but he could not face the old associations. +I believe he found it so hard to face any one, +that this was the reason of his staying at home for +a time and helping in the school. I don’t think we +boys made him uncomfortable as grown-up strangers +seemed to do, and he was particularly fond of +Cripple Charlie.</p> + +<p>This brought me into contact with him, for +Charlie and I were great friends. He was as well +pleased to be read to out of the Penny Numbers as +<!-- Page 90 -->the bee-master, and he was interested in things of +which Isaac Irvine was completely ignorant.</p> + +<p>Our school was a day-school, but Charlie had +been received by Mrs. Wood as a boarder. His +poor back could not have borne to be jolted to and +from the moors every day. So he lived at Walnut-tree +Farm, and now and then his father would come +down in a light cart, lent by one of the parishioners, +and take Charlie home from Saturday to Monday, and +then bring him back again.</p> + +<p>The sisters came to see him too, by turns, sometimes +walking and sometimes riding a rough-coated +pony, who was well content to be tied to a gate, +and eat some of the grass that overgrew the lane. +And often Charlie came to <i>us</i>, especially in haytime, +for haycocks seem very comfortable (for people +whose backs hurt) to lean against; and we could +cover his legs with hay too, as he liked them to be +hidden. There is no need to say how tender my +mother was to him, and my father used to look at +him half puzzledly and half pitifully, and always +spoke to him in quite a different tone of voice to +the one he used with other boys.</p> + +<p>Jem gave Charlie the best puppy out of the curly +brown spaniel lot; but he didn’t really like being +with him, though he was sorry for him, and he could +not bear seeing his poor legs.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 91 -->“They make me feel horrid,” Jem said. “And +even when they’re covered up, I know they’re there.”</p> + +<p>“You’re a chip of the old block, Jem,” said my +father, “I’d give a guinea to a hospital any day +sooner than see a patient. I’m as sorry as can be +for the poor lad, but he turns me queer, though I +feel ashamed of it. I like things <i>sound</i>. Your +mother’s different; she likes ’em better for being sick +and sorry, and I suppose Jack takes after her.”</p> + +<p>My father was wrong about me. Pity for Charlie +was not half of the tie between us. When he was +talking, or listening to the penny numbers, I never +thought about his legs or his back, and I don’t now +understand how anybody could.</p> + +<p>He read and remembered far more than I did, +and he was even wilder about strange countries. +He had as adventurous a spirit as any lad in the +school, cramped up as it was in that misshapen +body. I knew he’d have liked to go round the +world as well as I, and he often laughed and said—“What’s +more, Jack, if I’d the money I would. +People are very kind to poor wretches like me all +over the world. I should never want a helping +hand, and the only difference between us would be, +that I should be carried on board ship by some +kind-hearted blue-jacket, and you’d have to scramble +for yourself.”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 92 -->He was very anxious to know Isaac Irvine, and +when I brought the bee-master to see him, they +seemed to hold friendly converse with their looks +even before either of them spoke. It was a bad +day with Charlie, but he set his lips against the +pain, and raised himself on one arm to stare out of +his big brown eyes at the old man, who met them +with as steady a gaze out of his. Then Charlie +lowered himself again, and said in a tone of voice +by which I knew he was pleased, “I’m so glad +you’ve come to see me, old Isaac. It’s very kind +of you. Jack says you know a lot about live things, +and that you like the numbers we like in the <i>Penny +Cyclopædia</i>. I wanted to see you, for I think you +and I are much in the same boat; you’re old, and +I’m crippled, and we’re both too poor to travel. +But Jack’s to go, and when he’s gone, you and I’ll +follow him on the map.”</p> + +<p>“<span class="smcap">God</span> willing, sir,” said the bee-master; and +when he said that, I knew how sorry he felt for +poor Charlie, for when he was moved he always +said very short things, and generally something +religious.</p> + +<p>And for all Charlie’s whims and fancies, and in +all his pain and fretfulness, and through fits of +silence and sensitiveness, he had never a better +friend than Isaac Irvine. Indeed the bee-master +<!-- Page 93 -->was one of those men (to be found in all ranks) +whose delicate tenderness might not be guessed +from the size and roughness of the outer man.</p> + +<p>Our neighbours were all very kind to Mr. Wood, +in their own way, but they were a little impatient of +his slowness to be sociable, and had, I think, a sort +of feeling that the ex-convict ought not only to enjoy +evening parties more than other people, but to be just +a little more grateful for being invited.</p> + +<p>However, one must have a strong and sensitive +imagination to cultivate wide sympathies when one +lives a quiet, methodical life in the place where one’s +father and grandfather lived out quiet methodical +lives before one; and I do not think we were an +imaginative race.</p> + +<p>The school-master (as we used to call him) had +seen and suffered so much more of life than we, that +I do not think he resented the clumsiness of our +sympathy; but now I look back I fancy that he must +have felt as if he wanted years of peace and quiet in +which to try and forget the years of suffering. Old +Isaac said one day, “I reckon the master feels as if +he wanted to sit down and say to hisself over and +over again, ‘I’m a free man, I’m a free man, I’m a +free man,’ till he can fair trust himself to believe it.”</p> + +<p>Isaac was probably right, and perhaps evening +parties, though they are meant for treats, are not the +<!-- Page 94 -->best places to sit down and feel free in, particularly +when there are a lot of strange people who have heard +a dreadful story about you, and want to see what you +look like after it.</p> + +<p>During the summer holidays Jem and I were out +the whole day long. When we came in I was ready +for the Penny Numbers, but Jem always fell asleep, +even if he did not go to bed at once. My father did +just the same. I think their feeling about houses was +of a perfectly primitive kind. They looked upon +them as comfortable shelter for sleeping and eating, +but not at all as places in which to pursue any occupation. +Life, for them, was lived out-of-doors.</p> + +<p>I know now how dull this must have made the +evenings for my mother, and that it was very selfish +of me to wait till my father was asleep (for fear he +should say “no”), and then to ask her leave to take +the Penny Numbers down to the farm and sit with +Cripple Charlie.</p> + +<p>Now and then she would go too, and chat with +Mrs. Wood, whilst the school-master and I were +turning the terrestrial globe by Charlie’s sofa; but +as a rule Charlie and I were alone, and the Woods +went round the homestead together, and came home +hand in hand, through the garden, and we laughed to +think how we had taken him for a tramp.</p> + +<p>And sometimes on a summer’s evening, when we +<!-- Page 95 -->talked and read aloud to each other across a quaint +oak table that had been the miser’s, of far-away lands +and strange birds of gorgeous plumage, the school-master +sat silent in the arm-chair by the open lattice, +resting his white head against the mullion that the ivy +was creeping up, and listened to the blackbirds and +thrushes as their songs dropped by odd notes into +silence, and gazed at the near fields and trees, and +the little homestead with its hayricks on the hill, when +the grass was apple-green in the gold mist of sunset: +and went on gazing when that had faded into fog, and +the hedgerow elms were black against the sky, as if +the eye could not be filled with seeing, nor the ear +with hearing!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a><!-- Page 96 -->CHAPTER VI.</h3> + +<p class="center"> +“Who, doomed to go in company with Pain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -2.3em;">Turns his necessity to glorious gain.”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12em;" class="smcap">Wordsworth.</span><br /> +</p> + + +<p>“<span class="smcap">Jack</span>,” said Charlie, “listen!”</p> + +<p>He was reading bits out of the numbers to me, +whilst I was rigging a miniature yacht to sail on the +dam; and Mrs. Wood’s husband was making a plan +of something at another table, and occasionally giving +me advice about my masts and sails. “It’s about the +South American forests,” said Charlie. “‘There every +tree has a character of its own; each has its peculiar +foliage, and probably also a tint unlike that of the +trees which surround it. Gigantic vegetables of the +most different families intermix their branches; five-leaved +bignonias grow by the side of bonduc-trees; +cassias shed their yellow blossoms upon the rich +fronds of arborescent ferns; myrtles and eugenias, +with their thousand arms, contrast with the elegant +simplicity of palms; and among the airy foliage of the +<!-- Page 97 -->mimosa the ceropia elevates its giant leaves and heavy +candelabra-shaped branches. Of some trees the trunk +is perfectly smooth, of others it is defended by +enormous spines, and the whole are often apparently +sustained by the slanting stems of a huge wild fig-tree. +With us, the oak, the chestnut, and the beech seem +as if they bore no flowers, so small are they and so +little distinguishable except by naturalists; but in the +forests of South America it is often the most gigantic +trees that produce the most brilliant flowers; cassias +hang down their pendants of golden blossoms, vochisias +unfold their singular bunches; corollas, longer +than those of our foxglove, sometimes yellow or sometimes +purple, load the arborescent bignonias; while +the chorisias are covered, as it were, with lilies, only +their colours are richer and more varied; grasses also +appear in form of bamboos, as the most graceful of +trees; bauhinias, bignonias, and aroideous plants +cling round the trees like enormous cables; orchideous +plants and bromelias overrun their limbs, or fasten +themselves to them when prostrated by the storm, +and make even their dead remains become verdant +with leaves and flowers not their own.’”</p> + +<p>Though he could read very well, Charlie had, so +far, rather stumbled through the long names in this +description, but he finished off with fluency, not to +say enthusiasm. “‘Such are the ancient forests, +<!-- Page 98 -->flourishing in a damp and fertile soil, and clothed +with perpetual green.’”</p> + +<p>I was half-way through a profound sigh when I +caught the school-master’s eye, who had paused in his +plan-making and was listening with his head upon his +hand.</p> + +<p>“What a groan!” he exclaimed. “What’s the +matter?”</p> + +<p>“It sounds so splendid!” I answered, “and I’m +so afraid I shall never see it. I told Father last night +I should like to be a sailor, but he only said ‘Stuff +and nonsense,’ and that there was a better berth +waiting for me in Uncle Henry’s office than any of +the Queen’s ships would provide for me; and Mother +begged me never to talk of it any more, if I didn’t +want to break her heart”—and I sighed again.</p> + +<p>The school-master had a long smooth face, which +looked longer from melancholy, and he turned it and +his arms over the back of the chair, and looked at me +with the watchful listening look his eyes always had; +but I am not sure if he was really paying much +attention to me, for he talked (as he often did) as if +he were talking to himself.</p> + +<p>“I wanted to be a soldier,” he said, “and my +father wouldn’t let me. I often used to wish I had +run away and enlisted, when I was with Quarter-master +McCulloch, of the Engineers (he’d risen +<!-- Page 99 -->from the ranks and was younger than me), in +Bermuda.”</p> + +<p>“Bermuda! That’s not very far from South +America, is it?” said I, looking across to the big map +of the world. “Is it very beautiful, too?”</p> + +<p>The school-master’s eyes contracted as if he were +short-sighted, or looking at something inside his own +head. But he smiled as he answered—</p> + +<p>“The poet says,</p> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="margin-left: -3.6em;">‘A pleasing land of drowsy-head it is,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1.5em;">And of gay castles in the clouds that pass,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -2.1em;">For ever flushing round a summer sky.’”</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>“But are there any curious beasts and plants and +that sort of thing?” I asked.</p> + +<p>“I believe there were no native animals originally,” +said the school-master. “I mean inland ones. But +the fowls of the air and the fishes of the sea are of all +lovely forms and colours. And such corals and +sponges, and sea-anemones, blooming like flowers in +the transparent pools of the warm blue water that +washes the coral reefs and fills the little creeks and +bays!”</p> + +<p>I gasped—and he went on. “The commonest +trees, I think, are palms and cedars. Lots of the old +houses were built of cedar, and I’ve heard of old +cedar furniture to be picked up here and there, as +<!-- Page 100 -->some people buy old oak out of English farm-houses. +It is very durable and deliriously scented. People +used to make cedar bonfires when the small-pox was +about, to keep away infection. The gardens will +grow anything, and plots of land are divided by +oleander hedges of many colours.”</p> + +<p>“Oh—h!” ejaculated I, in long-drawn notes of +admiration. The school-master’s eyes twinkled.</p> + +<p>“Not only,” continued he, “do very gaudy +lobsters and quaint cray-fish and crabs with lanky +legs dispute your attention on the shore with the +shell-fish of the loveliest hues; there is no lack of +remarkable creatures indoors. Monstrous spiders, +whose bite is very unpleasant, drop from the roof; +tarantulas and scorpions get into your boots, and +cockroaches, hideous to behold and disgusting to +smell, invade every place from your bed to your store-cupboard. +If you possess anything, from food and +clothing to books and boxes, the ants will find it and +devour it, and if you possess a garden the mosquitoes +will find you and devour you.”</p> + +<p>“Oh—h!” I exclaimed once more, but this time +in a different tone.</p> + +<p>Mr. Wood laughed heartily. “Tropical loveliness +has its drawbacks, Jack. Perhaps some day when +your clothes are moulded, and your brain feels mouldy +too with damp heat, and you can neither work in the +<!-- Page 101 -->sun nor be at peace in the shade, you may wish +you were sitting on a stool in your uncle’s office, +undisturbed by venomous insects, and cool in a +November fog.”</p> + +<p>I laughed too, but I shook my head.</p> + +<p>“No. I shan’t mind the insects if I can get +there. Charlie, were those wonderful ants old Isaac +said you’d been reading about, Bermuda ants?”</p> + +<p>I did not catch Charlie’s muttered reply, and when +I looked round I saw that his face was buried in the +red cushions, and that he was (what Jem used to call) +“in one of his tempers.”</p> + +<p>I don’t exactly know how it was. I don’t think +Charlie was jealous or really cross, but he used to +take fits of fancying he was in the way, and out of +it all (from being a cripple), if we seemed to be very +busy without him, especially about such things as planning +adventures. I knew what was the matter directly, +but I’m afraid my consolation was rather clumsy.</p> + +<p>“Don’t be cross, Charlie,” I said; “I thought +you were listening too, and if it’s because you think +you won’t be able to go, I don’t believe there’s really +a bit more chance of my going, though my legs <i>are</i> +all right.”</p> + +<p>“Don’t bother about me,” said Charlie; “but +I wish you’d put these numbers down, they’re in my +way.” And he turned pettishly over.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 102 -->Before I could move, the school-master had taken +the papers, and was standing over Charlie’s couch, +with his right hand against the wall, at the level of +his head, and his left arm hanging by his side; and +I suppose it was his attitude which made me notice, +before he began to speak, what a splendid figure he +had, and how strong he looked. He spoke in an +odd, abrupt sort of voice, very different from the way +he had been talking to me, but he looked down at +Charlie so intensely, that I think he felt it through +the cushions, and lifted his head.</p> + +<p>“When your father has been bringing you down +here, or at any time when you have been out amongst +other people, have you ever overheard them saying, +‘Poor chap! it’s a sad thing,’ and things of that kind, +as if they were sorry for you?”</p> + +<p>Cripple Charlie’s face flushed scarlet, and my own +cheeks burned, as I looked daggers at the school-master, +for what seemed a brutal insensibility to the +lame boy’s feelings. He did not condescend, however, +to meet my eyes. His own were still fixed +steadily on Charlie’s, and he went on.</p> + +<p>“<i>I’ve heard it.</i> My ears are quick, and for many +a Sunday after I came I caught the whispers behind +me as I went up the aisle, ‘Poor man!’ ‘Poor +gentleman!’ ‘He looks bad, too!’ One morning +an old woman, in a big black bonnet, said, ‘Poor +<!-- Page 103 -->soul!’ so close to me, that I looked down, and met +her withered eyes, full of tears—for me!—and I said, +‘Thank you, mother,’ and she fingered the sleeve of +my coat with her trembling hand (the veins were +standing out on it like ropes), and said, ‘I’ve knowed +trouble myself, my dear. The Lord bless yours +to you!’”</p> + +<p>“It must have been Betty Johnson,” I interpolated; +but the school-master did not even look +at me.</p> + +<p>“You and I,” he said, bending nearer to Cripple +Charlie, “have had our share of this life’s pain so +dealt out to us that any one can see and pity us. My +boy, take a fellow-sufferer’s word for it, it is wise and +good not to shrink from the seeing and pitying. The +weight of the cross spreads itself and becomes lighter +if one learns to suffer with others as well as with +oneself, to take pity and to give it. And as one +learns to be pained with the pains of others, one +learns to be happy in their happiness and comforted +by their sympathy, and then no man’s life can be +quite empty of pleasure. I don’t know if my troubles +have been lighter or heavier ones than yours——”</p> + +<p>The school-master stopped short, and turned his +head so that his face was almost hidden against his +hand upon the wall. Charlie’s big eyes were full of +tears, and I am sure I distinctly felt my ears poke +<!-- Page 104 -->forwards on my head with anxious curiosity to catch +what Mr. Wood would tell us about that dreadful +time of which he had never spoken.</p> + +<p>“When I was your age,” he said bluntly, “I was +unusually lithe and active and strong for mine. When +I was half as old again, I was stronger than any man +I knew, and had many a boyish triumph out of my +strength, because I was slender and graceful, and +this concealed my powers. I had all the energies +and ambitions natural to unusual vigour and manly +skill. I wanted to be a soldier, but it was not to +be, and I spent my youth at a desk in a house of +business. I adapted myself, but none the less I +chafed whenever I heard of manly exploits, and of +the delights and dangers that came of seeing the +world. I used to think I could bear anything to +cross the seas and see foreign climes. I did cross +the Atlantic at last—a convict in a convict ship (<span class="smcap">God</span> +help any man who knows what that is!), and I spent +the ten best years of my manhood at the hulks working +in chains. You’ve never lost freedom, my lad, +so you have never felt what it is not to be able to +believe you’ve got it back. You don’t know what +it is to turn nervous at the responsibility of being +your own master for a whole day, or to wake in a +dainty room, with the birds singing at the open +window, and to shut your eyes quickly and pray to +<!-- Page 105 -->go on dreaming a bit, because you feel sure you’re +really in your hammock in the hulks.”</p> + +<p>The school-master lifted his other hand above +his head, and pressed both on it, as if he were in +pain. What Charlie was doing I don’t know, but I +felt so miserable I could not help crying, and had to +hunt for my pocket-handkerchief under the table. It +was full of acorns, and by the time I had emptied it +and dried my eyes, Mr. Wood was lifting Charlie in +his arms, and arranging his cushions.</p> + +<p>“Oh, thank you!” Charlie said, as he leant back; +“how comfortable you have made me!”</p> + +<p>“I have been sick-nurse, amongst other trades. +For some months I was a hospital warder.”</p> + +<p>“Was that when——” Charlie began, and then he +stopped short, and said, “Oh, I beg your pardon!”</p> + +<p>“Yes; it was when I was a convict,” said the +school-master. “No offence, my boy. If I preach +I must try to practise. Jack’s eyes are dropping out +of his head to hear more of Bermuda, and you and +I will put our whims and moods on one side, and +we’ll all tell travellers’ tales together.”</p> + +<p>Cripple Charlie kept on saying “Thank you,” and +I know he was very sorry not to be able to think +of anything more to say, for he told me so. He +wanted to have thanked him better, because he knew +that Mr. Wood had talked about his having been a +<!-- Page 106 -->convict, when he did not like to talk about it, just to +show Charlie that he knew what pain, and not being +able to do what you want, feel like, and that Charlie +ought not to fancy he was neglected.</p> + +<p>And that was the beginning of all the stories +the school-master used to tell us, and of the natural +history lessons he gave us, and of his teaching me to +stuff birds, and do all kinds of things.</p> + +<p>We used to say to him, “You’re better than the +Penny Numbers, for you’re quite as interesting, and +we’re sure you’re true.” And the odd thing was that +he made Charlie much more contented, because he +started him with so many collections, whilst he made +me only more and more anxious to see the world.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_VII" id="CHAPTER_VII"></a><!-- Page 107 -->CHAPTER VII.</h3> + +<p class="center"> +“Much would have more, and lost all.”—<i>English Proverb</i>.<br /> +</p> + +<p class="center"> +“Learn you to an ill habit, and ye’ll ca’t custom.”<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 16em;"><i>Scotch Proverb</i>.</span><br /> +</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> lane was full of colour that autumn, the first +autumn of the convict’s return. The leaves turned +early, and fell late, and made the hedges gayer than +when the dog-roses were out; for not only were the +leaves of all kinds brighter than many flowers, but +the berries (from the holly and mountain-ash to the +hips and haws) were so thick-set, and so red and +shining, that, as my dear mother said, “they looked +almost artificial.”</p> + +<p>I remember it well, because of two things. First, +that Jem got five of the largest hips we had ever +seen off a leafless dog-rose branch which stuck far +out of the hedge, and picked the little green coronets +off, so that they were smooth and glossy, and egg-shaped, +and crimson on one side and yellow on the +other; and then he got an empty chaffinch’s nest +close by and put the five hips into it, and took it +<!-- Page 108 -->home, and persuaded Alice our new parlourmaid that +it was a robin redbreast’s nest with eggs in it. And +she believed it, for she came from London and knew +no better.</p> + +<p>The second thing I remember that autumn by, is +that everybody expected a hard winter because of the +berries being so fine, and the hard winter never came, +and the birds ate worms and grubs and left most of +the hedge fruits where they were.</p> + +<p>November was bright and mild, and the morning +frosts only made the berries all the glossier when the +sun came out. We had one or two snow-storms in +December, and then we all said, “Now it’s coming!” +but the snow melted away and left no bones behind. +In January the snow lay longer, and left big bones on +the moors, and Jem and I made a slide to school on +the pack track, and towards the end of the month +the mill-dam froze hard, and we had slides fifteen +yards long, and skating; and Winter seemed to have +come back in good earnest to fetch his bones away.</p> + +<p>Jem was great fun in frosty weather; Charlie and +I used to die of laughing at him. I think cold made +him pugnacious; he seemed always ready for a row, +and was constantly in one. The January frost came +in our Christmas holidays, so Jem had lots of time +on his hands; he spent almost all of it out of doors, +and he devoted a good deal of it to fighting with the +<!-- Page 109 -->rough lads of the village. There was a standing +subject of quarrel, which is a great thing for either +tribes or individuals who have a turn that way. A +pond at the corner of the lower paddock was fed by +a stream which also fed the mill-dam; and the mill-dam +was close by, though, as it happened, not on my +father’s property. Old custom made the mill-dam the +winter resort of all the village sliders and skaters, and +my father displayed a good deal of toleration when +those who could not find room for a new slide, or +wished to practise their “outer edge” in a quiet spot, +came climbing over the wall (there was no real +thoroughfare) and invaded our pond.</p> + +<p>Perhaps it is because gratitude is a fatiguing +virtue, or perhaps it is because self-esteem has no +practical limits, that favours are seldom regarded +as such for long. They are either depreciated, or +claimed as rights; very often both. And what is +common in all classes is almost universal amongst +the uneducated. You have only to make a system +of giving your cast-off clothes to some shivering +family, and you will not have to wait long for an +eloquent essay on their shabbiness, or for an outburst +of sincere indignation if you venture to reserve a +warm jacket for a needy relative. Prescriptive rights, +in short, grow faster than pumpkins, which is amongst +the many warnings life affords us to be just as well as +<!-- Page 110 -->generous. Thence it had come about that the young +roughs of the village regarded our pond to all winter +intents and purposes as theirs, and my father as only +so far and so objectionably concerned in the matter +that he gave John Binder a yearly job in patching up +the wall which it took them three months’ trouble to +kick a breach in.</p> + +<p>Our neighbours were what is called “very independent” +folk. In the grown-up people this was +modified by the fact that no one who has to earn his +own livelihood can be quite independent of other +people; if he would live he must let live, and throw a +little civility into the bargain. But boys of an age +when their parents found meals and hobnailed boots +for them whether they behaved well or ill, were able +to display independence in its roughest form. And +when the boys of our neighbourhood were rough, they +were very rough indeed.</p> + +<p>The village boys had their Christmas holidays +about the same time that we had ours, which left +them as much spare time for sliding and skating as +we had, but they had their dinner at twelve o’clock, +whilst we had ours at one, so that any young roughs +who wished to damage our pond were just comfortably +beginning their mischief as Jem and I were +saying grace before meat, and the thought of it took +away our appetites again and again.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 111 -->That winter they were particularly aggravating. +The December frost was a very imperfect one, and +the mill-dam never bore properly, so the boys swarmed +over our pond, which was shallow and safe. Very +few of them could even hobble on skates, and those +few carried the art no farther than by cutting up the +slides. But thaw came on, so that there was no +sliding, and then the young roughs amused themselves +with stamping holes in the soft ice with their hobnailed +heels. When word came to us that they were +taking the stones off our wall and pitching them down +on to the soft ice below, to act as skaters’ stumbling-blocks +for the rest of that hard winter which we +expected, Jem’s indignation was not greater than +mine. My father was not at home, and indeed, when +we had complained before, he rather snubbed us, +and said that we could not want the whole of the +pond to ourselves, and that he had always lived +quietly with his neighbours and we must learn to do +the same, and so forth. No action at all calculated +to assuage our thirst for revenge was likely to be +taken by him, so Jem and I held a council by Charlie’s +sofa, and it was a council of war. At the end we all +three solemnly shook hands, and Charlie was left to +write and despatch brief notes of summons to our +more distant school-mates, whilst Jem and I tucked +up our trousers, wound our comforters sternly round +<!-- Page 112 -->our throats, and went forth in different directions to +gather the rest.</p> + +<p>(Having lately been reading about the Highlanders, +who used to send round a fiery cross when +the clans were called to battle, I should have liked to +do so in this instance; but as some of the Academy +boys were no greater readers than Jem, they might +not have known what it meant, so we abandoned the +notion.)</p> + +<p>There was not an Academy boy worth speaking +of who was in time for dinner the following day; and +several of them brought brothers or cousins to the +fray. By half-past twelve we had crept down the field +that was on the other side of our wall, and had hidden +ourselves in various corners of a cattle-shed, where a +big cart and some sail-cloth and a turnip heap provided +us with ambush. By and by certain familiar +whoops and hullohs announced that the enemy was +coming. One or two bigger boys made for the dam +(which I confess was a relief to us), but our own +particular foes advanced with a rush upon the wall.</p> + +<p>“They hevn’t coomed yet, hev they?” we heard +the sexton’s son say, as he peeped over at our pond.</p> + +<p>“Noa,” was the reply. “It’s not gone one +yet.”</p> + +<p>“It’s gone one by t’ church. I yeard it as we +was coming up t’ lane.”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 113 -->“T’ church clock’s always hafe-an-hour fasst, thee +knows.”</p> + +<p>“It isn’t!”</p> + +<p>“It is.”</p> + +<p>“T’ church clock’s t’ one to go by, anyhow,” the +sexton’s son maintained.</p> + +<p>His friend guffawed aloud.</p> + +<p>“And it’s a reight ’un to go by too, my sakes! +when thee feyther shifts t’ time back’ards and for’ards +every Sunday morning to suit hissen.”</p> + +<p>“To suit hissen! To suit t’ ringers, ye mean!” +said the sexton’s son.</p> + +<p>“What’s thou to do wi’ t’ ringers?” was the reply, +enforced apparently by a punch in the back, and the +two lads came cuffing and struggling up the field, +much to my alarm, but fortunately they were too busy +to notice us.</p> + +<p>Meanwhile, the rest had not been idle at the wall. +Jem had climbed on the cart, and peeping through a +brick hole he could see that they had with some +difficulty disengaged a very heavy stone. As we were +turning our heads to watch the two lads fighting near +our hiding-place, we heard the stone strike with a +heavy thud upon the rotten ice below, and it was +echoed by a groan of satisfaction from above.</p> + +<p>(“Ready!” I whispered.)</p> + +<p>“You’ll break somebody’s nose when it’s frosted +<!-- Page 114 -->in,” cried Bob Furniss, in a tone of sincere gratification.</p> + +<p>“Eh, Tim Binder! there’ll be a rare job for thee +feyther next spring, fettling up this wall, by t’ time +we’ve done wi’ it.”</p> + +<p>“Let me come,” we heard Tim say. “Thou +can’t handle a stone. Let me come. Th’ ice is as +soft as loppered milk, and i’ ten minutes, I’ll fill yon +bit they’re so chuff of skating on, as thick wi’ stones +as a quarry.”</p> + +<p>(“Now!” I said.)</p> + +<p>Our foes considerably outnumbered us, but I +think they were at a disadvantage. They had worked +off a good deal of their steam, and ours was at +explosion point. We took them by surprise and in +the rear. They had had some hard exercise, and we +were panting to begin. As a matter of fact those +who could get away ran away. We caught all we +could, and punched and pummelled and rolled them +in the snow to our hearts’ content.</p> + +<p>Jem never was much of a talker, and I never +knew him speak when he was fighting; but three +several times on this occasion, I heard him say very +stiffly and distinctly (he was on the top of Tim Binder), +“I’ll fettle thee! I’ll fettle thee! I’ll fettle thee!”</p> + +<p>The battle was over, the victory was ours, but the +campaign was not ended, and thenceforward the dis<!-- Page 115 -->advantages +would be for us. Even real warfare is +complicated when men fight with men less civilized +than themselves; and we had learnt before now that +when we snowballed each other or snowballed the +rougher “lot” of village boys, we did so under +different conditions. <i>We</i> had our own code of +honour and fairness, but Bob Furniss was not above +putting a stone into a snowball if he owed a grudge.</p> + +<p>So when we heard a rumour that the bigger +“roughs” were going to join the younger ones, and +lie in wait to “pay us off” the first day we came +down to the ice, I cannot say we felt comfortable, +though we resolved to be courageous. Meanwhile, +the thaw continued, which suspended operations, and +gave time, which is good for healing; and Christmas +came, and we and our foes met and mingled in the +mummeries of the season, and wished each other +Happy New Years, and said nothing about the pond.</p> + +<p>How my father came to hear of the matter we did +not know at the time, but one morning he summoned +Jem and me, and bade us tell him all about it. I +was always rather afraid of my father, and I should +have made out a very stammering story, but Jem +flushed up like a turkey-cock, and gave our version of +the business very straightforwardly. The other side +of the tale my father had evidently heard, and we +fancied he must have heard also of the intended +<!-- Page 116 -->attack on us, for it never took place, and we knew +of interviews which he had with John Binder and +others of our neighbours; and when the frost came in +January, we found that the stones had been taken out +of the pond, and my father gave us a sharp lecture +against being quarrelsome and giving ourselves airs, +and it ended with—“The pond is mine. I wish you +to remember it, because it makes it your duty to be +hospitable and civil to the boys I allow to go on it. +And I have very decidedly warned them and their +parents to remember it, because if my permission for +fair amusement is abused to damage and trespass, I +shall withdraw the favour and prosecute intruders. +But the day I shut up my pond from my neighbours, +I shall forbid you and Jack to go on it again unless +the fault is more entirely on one side than it’s likely +to be when boys squabble.”</p> + +<p>My father waved our dismissal, but I hesitated.</p> + +<p>“The boys won’t think we told tales to you to get +out of another fight?” I gasped.</p> + +<p>“Everybody knows perfectly well how I heard. +It came to the sexton’s ears, and he very properly +informed me.”</p> + +<p>I felt relieved, and the first day we had on the ice +went off very fairly. The boys were sheepish at first +and slow to come on, and when they had assembled +in force they were inclined to be bullying. But Jem +<!-- Page 117 -->and I kept our tempers, and by and by my father +came down to see us, and headed a long slide in +which we and our foes were combined. As he left he +pinched Jem’s frosty ear, and said, “Let me hear if +there’s any real malice, but don’t double your fists at +every trifle. Slide and let slide! slide and let slide!” +And he took a pinch of snuff and departed.</p> + +<p>And Jem was wonderfully peaceable for the rest of +the day. A word from my father went a long way +with him. They were very fond of each other.</p> + +<p>I had no love of fighting for fighting’s sake, and I +had other interests besides sliding and skating; so I +was well satisfied that we got through the January +frost without further breaches of the peace. Towards +the end of the month we all went a good deal upon +the mill-dam, and Mr. Wood (assisted by me as far as +watching, handing tools and asking questions went) +made a rough sledge, in which he pushed Charlie +before him as he skated; and I believe the village +boys, as well as his own school-fellows, were glad that +Cripple Charlie had a share in the winter fun, for +wherever Mr. Wood drove him, both sliders and +skaters made way.</p> + +<p>And even on the pond there were no more real +battles that winter. Only now and then some mischievous +urchin tripped up our brand-new skates, and +begged our pardon as he left us on our backs. And +<!-- Page 118 -->more than once, when “the island” in the middle of +the pond was a very fairyland of hoar-frosted twigs and +snow-plumed larches, I have seen its white loveliness +rudely shaken, and skating round to discover the +cause, have beheld Jem, with cheeks redder than his +scarlet comforter, return an “accidental” shove with +interest; or posed like a ruffled robin redbreast, to +defend a newly-made slide against intruders.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII"></a><!-- Page 119 -->CHAPTER VIII.</h3> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="margin-left: -1.5em;">“He it was who sent the snowflakes</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1.9em;">Sifting, hissing through the forest;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">* * * * *</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1.9em;">Shinbegis, the diver, feared not.”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 7.5em;"><i>The Song of Hiawatha</i>.</span><br /> +</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> first day of February was mild, and foggy, and +cloudy, and in the night I woke feeling very hot, and +threw off my quilt, and heard the dripping of soft rain +in the dark outside, and thought, “There goes our +skating.” Towards morning, however, I woke again, +and had to pull the quilt back into its place, and when +I started after breakfast to see what the dam looked +like, there was a sharpish frost, which, coming after a +day of thaw, had given the ice such a fine smooth +surface as we had not had for long.</p> + +<p>I felt quite sorry for Jem, because he was going in +the dog-cart with my father to see a horse, and as I +hadn’t got him to skate with, I went down to the farm +after breakfast, to see what Charlie and the Woods +were going to do. Charlie was not well, but Mr. +<!-- Page 120 -->Wood said he would come to the dam with me after +dinner, as he had to go to the next village on business, +and the dam lay in his way.</p> + +<p>“Keep to the pond this morning, Jack,” he +added, to my astonishment. “Remember it thawed +all yesterday; and if the wheel was freed and has +been turning, it has run water off from under the ice, +and all may not be sound that’s smooth.”</p> + +<p>The pond was softer than it looked, but the mill-dam +was most tempting. A sheet of “glare ice,” as +Americans say, smooth and clear as a newly-washed +window-pane. I did not go on it, but I brought Mr. +Wood to it early in the afternoon, in the full hope +that he would give me leave.</p> + +<p>We found several young men on the bank, some +fastening their skates and some trying the ice with +their heels, and as we stood there the numbers increased, +and most of them went on without hesitation; +and when they rushed in groups together, I noticed +that the ice slightly swayed.</p> + +<p>“The ice bends a good deal,” said Mr. Wood to a +man standing next to us.</p> + +<p>“They say it’s not so like to break when it +bends,” was the reply; and the man moved on.</p> + +<p>A good many of the elder men from the village +had come up, and a group, including John Binder, +now stood alongside of us.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 121 -->“There’s a good sup of water atop of it,” said the +mason; and I noticed then that the ice seemed to +look wetter, like newly-washed glass still, but like +glass that wants wiping dry.</p> + +<p>“I’m afraid the ice is not safe,” said the school-master.</p> + +<p>“It’s a tidy thickness, sir,” said John Binder, and +a heavy man, with his hands in his pockets and his +back turned to us, stepped down and gave two or +three jumps, and then got up again, and, with his +back still turned towards us, said,</p> + +<p>“It’s reight enough.”</p> + +<p>“It’s right enough for one man, but not for a +crowd, I’m afraid. Was the water-wheel freed last +night, do you know?”</p> + +<p>“It was loosed last night, but it’s froz again,” said +a bystander.</p> + +<p>“It’s not freezing now,” said the school-master, +“and you may see how much larger that weak place +where the stream is has got since yesterday. However,” +he added, good-humouredly, “I suppose you +think you know your own mill-dam and its ways better +than I can?”</p> + +<p>“Well,” said the heavy man, still with his back to +us, “I reckon we’ve slid on this dam a many winters +afore <i>you</i> come. No offence, I hope?”</p> + +<p>“By no means,” said the school-master; “but if +<!-- Page 122 -->you old hands do begin to feel doubtful as the afternoon +goes on, call off those lads at the other end in +good time. And if you could warn them not to go in +rushes together—but perhaps they would not listen to +you,” he added with a spice of malice.</p> + +<p>“I don’t suppose they would, sir,” said John +Binder, candidly. “They’re very venturesome, is +lads.”</p> + +<p>“I reckon they’ll suit themselves,” said the heavy +man, and he jumped on to the ice, and went off, still +with his back to us.</p> + +<p>“If I hadn’t lived so many years out of England +and out of the world,” said the school-master, turning +to me with a half-vexed laugh, “I don’t suppose I +should discredit myself to no purpose by telling fools +they are in danger. Jack! will you promise me not +to go on the dam this afternoon?”</p> + +<p>“It is dangerous, is it?” I asked reluctantly; for +I wanted sorely to join the rest.</p> + +<p>“That’s a matter of opinion, it seems. But I have +a wish that you should not go on till I come back. +I’ll be as quick as I can. Promise me.”</p> + +<p>“I promise,” said I.</p> + +<p>“Will you walk with me?” he asked. But I +refused. I thought I would rather watch the others; +and accordingly, after I had followed the school-master +with my eyes as he strode off at a pace that promised +<!-- Page 123 -->soon to bring him back, I put my hands into my +pockets and joined the groups of watchers on the +bank. I suppose if I had thought about it, I might +have observed that though I was dawdling about, my +nose and ears and fingers were not nipped. Mr. +Wood was right,—it had not been freezing for hours +past.</p> + +<p>The first thing I looked for was the heavy man. +He was so clumsy-looking that I quite expected him +to fall when he walked off on to ice only fit for skaters. +But as I looked closer I saw that the wet on the top +was beginning to have a curdled look, and that the +glassiness of the mill-dam was much diminished. The +heavy man’s heavy boots got good foothold, and +several of his friends, seeing this, went after him. +And my promise weighed sorely on me.</p> + +<p>The next thing that drew my attention was a lad +of about seventeen, who was skating really well. +Indeed, everybody was looking at him, for he was the +only one of the villagers who could perform in any +but the clumsiest fashion, and, with an active interest +that hovered between jeering and applause, his neighbours +followed him up and down the dam. As I +might not go on, I wandered up and down the bank +too, and occasionally joined in a murmured cheer +when he deftly evaded some intentional blunderer, or +cut a figure at the request of his particular friends. I +<!-- Page 124 -->got tired at last, and went down to the pond, where I +ploughed about for a time on my skates in solitude, +for the pond was empty. Then I ran up to the house +to see if Jem had come back, but he had not, and I +returned to the dam to wait for the school-master.</p> + +<p>The crowd was larger than before, for everybody’s +work-hours were over; and the skater was still displaying +himself. He was doing very difficult figures +now, and I ran round to where the bank was covered +with people watching him. In the minute that followed +I remember three things with curious distinctness. +First, that I saw Mr. Wood coming back, only +one field off, and beckoned to him to be quick, because +the lad was beginning to cut a double three backwards, +and I wanted the school-master to see it. Secondly, +that the sight of him seemed suddenly to bring to my +mind that we were all on the far side of the dam, the +side he thought dangerous. And thirdly, that, quickly +as my eyes passed from Mr. Wood to the skater, I +caught sight of a bloated-looking young man, whom +we all knew as a sort of typical “bad lot,” standing +with another man who was a great better, and from a +movement between them, it just flashed through my +head that they were betting as to whether the lad +would cut the double three backwards or not.</p> + +<p>He cut one—two—and then he turned too quickly +and his skate caught in the softening ice, and when +<!-- Page 125 -->he came headlong, his head struck, and where it +struck it went through. It looked so horrible that it +was a relief to see him begin to struggle; but the +weakened ice broke around him with every effort, and +he went down.</p> + +<p>For many a year afterwards I used to dream of +his face as he sank, and of the way the ice heaved +like the breast of some living thing, and fell back, and +of the heavy waves that rippled over it out of that +awful hole. But great as was the shock, it was small +to the storm of shame and agony that came over me +when I realized that every comrade who had been +around the lad had saved himself by a rush to the +bank, where we huddled together, a gaping crowd of +foolhardy cowards, without skill to do anything or +heart to dare anything to save him.</p> + +<p>At that time it maddened me so, that I felt that if +I could not help the lad I would rather be drowned +in the hole with him, and I began to scramble in a +foolish way down the bank, but John Binder caught +me by the arm and pulled me back, and said (I +suppose to soothe me),</p> + +<p>“Yon’s the school-master, sir;” and then I saw +Mr. Wood fling himself over the hedge by the alder +thicket (he was rather good at high jumps), and come +flying along the bank towards us, when he said,</p> + +<p>“What’s the matter?”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 126 -->I threw my arms round him and sobbed, “He +was cutting a double three backwards, and he +went in.”</p> + +<p>Mr. Wood unclasped my arms and turned to the +rest.</p> + +<p>“What have you done with him?” he said. “Did +he hurt himself?”</p> + +<p>If the crowd was cowardly and helpless, it was not +indifferent; and I shall never forget the haggard faces +that turned by one impulse, where a dozen grimy +hands pointed—to the hole.</p> + +<p>“He’s drowned dead.” “He’s under t’ ice.” +“He went right down,” several men hastened to +reply, but most of them only enforced the mute explanation +of their pointed finger with, “He’s yonder.”</p> + +<p>For yet an instant I don’t think Mr. Wood +believed it, and then he seized the man next to him +(without looking, for he was blind with rage) and +said,</p> + +<p>“He’s yonder, <i>and you’re here</i>?”</p> + +<p>As it happened, it was the man who had talked +with his back to us. He was very big and very +heavy, but he reeled when Mr. Wood shook him, like +a feather caught by a storm.</p> + +<p>“You were foolhardy enough an hour ago,” said +the school-master. “Won’t one of you venture on to +your own dam to help a drowning man?”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 127 -->“There’s none on us can swim, sir,” said John +Binder. “It’s a bad job”—and he gave a sob that +made me begin to cry again, and several other people +too—“but where’d be t’ use of drowning five or six +more atop of him?”</p> + +<p>“Can any of you run if you can’t swim?” said the +school-master. “Get a stout rope—as fast as you can, +and send somebody for the doctor and a bottle of +brandy, and a blanket or two to carry him home in. +Jack! Hold these.”</p> + +<p>I took his watch and his purse, and he went down +the bank and walked on to the ice; but after a +time his feet went through as the skater’s head had +gone.</p> + +<p>“It ain’t a bit of use. There’s nought to be +done,” said the bystanders: for, except those who had +run to do Mr. Wood’s bidding, we were all watching +and all huddled closer to the edge than ever. The +school-master went down on his hands and knees, on +which a big lad, with his hands in his trouser-pockets, +guffawed.</p> + +<p>“What’s he up to now?” he asked.</p> + +<p>“Thee may haud thee tongue if thee can do +nought,” said a mill-girl who had come up. “I +reckon he knows what he’s efter better nor thee.” +She had pushed to the front, and was crouched upon +the edge, and seemed very much excited. “<span class="smcap">God</span> +<!-- Page 128 -->bless him for trying to save t’ best lad in t’ village i’ +any fashion, say I! There’s them that’s nearer kin to +him and not so kind.”</p> + +<p>Perhaps the strict justice of this taunt prevented a +reply (for there lurks some fairness in the roughest +of us), or perhaps the crowd, being chiefly men knew +from experience that there are occasions when it is +best to let a woman say her say.</p> + +<p>“Ye see he’s trying to spread hisself out,” John +Binder explained in pacific tones. “I reckon he +thinks it’ll bear him if he shifts half of his weight on +to his hands.”</p> + +<p>The girl got nearer to the mason, and looked up +at him with her eyes full of tears.</p> + +<p>“Thank ye, John,” she said. “D’ye think he’ll +get him out?”</p> + +<p>“Maybe he will, my lass. He’s a man that knows +what he’s doing. I’ll say so much for him.”</p> + +<p>“Nay!” added the mason sorrowfully. “Th’ ice’ll +never hold him—his hand’s in—and there goes his +knee. Maester! maester!” he shouted, “come off! +come off!” and many a voice besides mine echoed +him, “Come off! come off!”</p> + +<p>The girl got John Binder by the arm, and said +hoarsely, “Fetch him off! He’s a reight good ’un—over +good to be drownded, if—if it’s of no use.” +And she sat down on the bank, and pulled her mill-<!-- Page 129 -->shawl +over her head, and cried as I had never seen +any one cry before.</p> + +<p>I was so busy watching her that I did not see that +Mr. Wood had got back to the bank. Several hands +were held out to help him, but he shook his head and +said—“Got a knife?”</p> + +<p>Two or three jack-knives were out in an instant. +He pointed to the alder thicket. “I want two poles,” +he said, “sixteen feet long, if you can, and as thick as +my wrist at the bottom.”</p> + +<p>“All right, sir.”</p> + +<p>He sat down on the bank, and I rushed up and +took one of his cold wet hands in both mine, and +said, “Please, please, don’t go on any more.”</p> + +<p>“He must be dead ever so long ago,” I added, +repeating what I had heard.</p> + +<p>“He hasn’t been in the water ten minutes,” said +the school-master, laughing, “Jack! Jack! you’re not +half ready for travelling yet. You must learn not to +lose your head and your heart and your wits and +your sense of time in this fashion, if you mean to be +any good at a pinch to yourself or your neighbours. +Has the rope come?”</p> + +<p>“No, sir.”</p> + +<p>“Those poles?” said the school-master, getting up.</p> + +<p>“They’re here!” I shouted, as a young forest of +poles came towards us, so willing had been the owners +<!-- Page 130 -->of the jack-knives. The thickest had been cut by the +heavy man, and Mr. Wood took it first.</p> + +<p>“Thank you, friend,” he said. The man didn’t +speak, and he turned his back as usual, but he gave a +sideways surly nod before he turned. The school-master +chose a second pole, and then pushed both +before him right out on to the ice, in such a way that +with the points touching each other they formed a +sort of huge A, the thicker ends being the nearer to +the bank.</p> + +<p>“Now, Jack,” said he, “pay attention; and no +more blubbering. There’s always plenty of time for +giving way <i>afterwards</i>.”</p> + +<p>As he spoke he scrambled on to the poles, and +began to work himself and them over the ice, wriggling +in a kind of snake fashion in the direction of the +hole. We watched him breathlessly, but within ten +yards of the hole he stopped. He evidently dared +not go on; and the same thought seized all of us—“Can +he get back?” Spreading his legs and arms +he now lay flat upon the poles, peering towards the +hole as if to try if he could see anything of the drowning +man. It was only for an instant, then he rolled +over on to the rotten ice, smashed through, and sank +more suddenly than the skater had done.</p> + +<p>The mill-girl jumped up with a wild cry and +rushed to the water, but John Binder pulled her back +<!-- Page 131 -->as he had pulled me. Martha, our housemaid, said +afterwards (and was ready to take oath on the gilt-edged +Church service my mother gave her) that the +girl was so violent that it took fourteen men to hold +her; but Martha wasn’t there, and I only saw two, +one at each arm, and when she fainted they laid her +down and left her, and hurried back to see what was +going on. For tenderness is an acquired grace in +men, and it was not common in our neighbourhood.</p> + +<p>What was going on was that John Binder had torn +his hat from his head and was saying, “I don’t know +if there’s aught we <i>can</i> do, but I can’t go home myself +and leave him yonder. I’m a married man with a +family, but I don’t vally <i>my</i> life if——”</p> + +<p>But the rest of this speech was drowned in noise +more eloquent than words, and then it broke into +cries of “See thee!—It is—it’s t’ maester! and he has—no!—yea!—he +<i>has</i>—he’s gotten him. Polly, lass! +he’s fetched up thy Arthur by t’ hair of his heead.”</p> + +<p>It was strictly true. The school-master told me +afterwards how it was. When he found that the ice +would bear no longer, he rolled into the water on +purpose, but, to his horror, he felt himself seized by +the drowning man, which pulled him suddenly down. +The lad had risen once, it seems, though we had not +seen him, and had got a breath of air at the hole, but +the edge broke in his numbed fingers, and he sank +<!-- Page 132 -->again and drifted under the ice. When he rose the +second time, by an odd chance it was just where Mr. +Wood broke in, and his clutch of the school-master +nearly cost both their lives.</p> + +<p>“If ever,” said Mr. Wood, when he was talking +about it afterwards, “if ever, Jack, when you’re out in +the world you get under water, and somebody tries to +save you, when he grips <i>you</i>, don’t seize <i>him</i>, if you +can muster self-control to avoid it. If you cling to +him, you’ll either drown both, or you’ll force him to do +as I did—throttle you, to keep you quiet.”</p> + +<p>“Did you?” I gasped.</p> + +<p>“Of course I did. I got him by the throat and +dived with him—the only real risk I ran, as I did not +know how deep the dam was.”</p> + +<p>“It’s an old quarry,” said I.</p> + +<p>“I know now. We went down well, and I +squeezed his throat as we went. As soon as he was +still we naturally rose, and I turned on my back and +got him by the head. I looked about for the hole, +and saw it glimmering above me like a moon in a fog, +and then up we came.”</p> + +<p>When they did come up, our joy was so great that +for the moment we felt as if all was accomplished; +but far the hardest part really was to come. When +the school-master clutched the poles once more, and +drove one under the lad’s arms and under his own +<!-- Page 133 -->left arm, and so kept his burden afloat whilst he broke +a swimming path for himself with the other, our +admiration of his cleverness gave place to the blessed +thought that it might now be possible to help him. +The sight of the poles seemed suddenly to suggest it, +and in a moment every spare pole had been seized, +and, headed by our heavy friend, eight or ten men +plunged in, and, smashing the ice before them, waded +out to meet the school-master. On the bank we were +dead silent; in the water they neither stopped nor +spoke till it was breast high round their leader.</p> + +<p>I have often thought, and have always felt quite +sure, that if the heavy man had gone on till the little +grey waves and the bits of ice closed over him, not a +soul of those who followed him would—nay, <i>could</i>—have +turned back. Heroism, like cowardice, is contagious, +and I do not think there was one of us by +that time who would have feared to dare or grudged +to die.</p> + +<p>As it was, the heavy man stood still and shouted +for the rope. It had come, and perhaps it was not +the smallest effect of the day’s teaching, that those on +the bank paid it out at once to those in the water till +it reached the leader, without waiting to ask why he +wanted it. The grace of obedience is slow to be +learnt by disputatious northmen, but we had had +some hard teaching that afternoon.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 134 -->When the heavy man got the rope he tied the +middle part of it round himself, and, coiling the +shorter end, he sent it, as if it had been a quoit, +skimming over the ice towards the school-master. As +it unwound itself it slid along, and after a struggle Mr. +Wood grasped it. I fancy he fastened it round the +lad’s body; and got his own hands freer to break the +ice before them. Then the heavy man turned, and +the long end of the line, passing from hand to hand +in the water, was seized upon the bank by every one +who could get hold of it. I never was more squeezed +and buffeted in my life; but we fairly fought for the +privilege of touching if it were but a strand of the rope +that dragged them in.</p> + +<p>And a flock of wild birds, resting on their journey +at the other end of the mill-dam, rose in terror and +pursued their seaward way; so wild and so prolonged +were the echoes of that strange, speechless cry in +which collective man gives vent to overpowering +emotion.</p> + +<p>It is odd, when one comes to think of it, but I +know it is true, for two sensible words would have +stuck in my own throat and choked me, but I cheered +till I could cheer no longer.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_IX" id="CHAPTER_IX"></a><!-- Page 135 -->CHAPTER IX.</h3> + +<p style="text-align: left;">“In doubtful matters Courage may do much:—In desperate—Patience.”—<i>Old Proverb</i>.</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> young skater duly recovered, and thenceforward +Mr. Wood’s popularity in the village was +established, and the following summer he started a +swimming-class, to which the young men flocked +with more readiness than they commonly showed +for efforts made to improve them.</p> + +<p>For my own part I had so realized, to my shame, +that one may feel very adventurous and yet not know +how to venture or what to venture in the time of +need, that my whole heart was set upon getting the +school-master to teach me to swim and to dive, with +any other lessons in preparedness of body and mind +which I was old enough to profit by. And if the +true tales of his own experiences were more interesting +than the Penny Numbers, it was better still to feel +that one was qualifying in one’s own proper person +for a life of adventure.</p> + +<p>During the winter Mr. Wood built a boat, which +<!-- Page 136 -->was christened the <i>Adela</i>, after his wife. It was +an interesting process to us all. I hung about and +did my best to be helpful, and both Jem and I +spoiled our everyday trousers, and rubbed the boat’s +sides, the day she was painted. It was from the +<i>Adela</i> that Jem and I had our first swimming-lessons, +Mr. Wood lowering us with a rope under our arms, +by which he gave us as much support as was needed, +whilst he taught us how to strike out.</p> + +<p>We had swimming-races on the canal, and having +learned to swim and dive without our clothes, we +learnt to do so in them, and found it much more +difficult for swimming and easier for diving. It was +then that the trousers we had damaged when the +<i>Adela</i> was built came in most usefully, and saved us +from having to attempt the at least equally difficult +task of persuading my mother to let us spoil good +ones in an amusement which had the unpardonable +quality of being “very odd.”</p> + +<p>Dear old Charlie had as much fun out of the +boat as we had, though he could not learn to dive. +He used to look as if every minute of a pull up the +canal on a sunny evening gave him pleasure; and +the brown Irish spaniel Jem gave him used to swim +after the boat and look up in Charlie’s face as if it +knew how he enjoyed it. And later on, Mr. Wood +taught Bob Furniss to row and Charlie to steer; so +<!-- Page 137 -->that Charlie could sometimes go out and feel quite +free to stop the boat when and where he liked. That +was after he started so many collections of insects +and water-weeds, and shells, and things you can only +see under a microscope. Bob and he used to take +all kinds of pots and pans and nets and dippers with +them, so that Charlie could fish up what he wanted, +and keep things separate. He was obliged to keep +the live things he got for his fresh-water aquarium in +different jam-pots, because he could never be sure +which would eat up which till he knew them better, +and the water-scorpions and the dragon-fly larvæ ate +everything. Bob Furniss did not mind pulling in +among the reeds and waiting as long as you wanted. +Mr. Wood sometimes wanted to get back to his work, +but Bob never wanted to get back to his. And he +was very good-natured about getting into the water +and wading and grubbing for things; indeed, I think +he got to like it.</p> + +<p>At first Mr. Wood had been rather afraid of +trusting Charlie with him. He thought Bob might +play tricks with the boat, even though he knew how +to manage her, when there was only one helpless boy +with him. But Mrs. Furniss said, “Nay! Our +Bob’s a bad ’un, but he’s not one of that sort, he’ll +not plague them that’s afflicted.” And she was quite +right; for though his father said he could be trusted +<!-- Page 138 -->with nothing else, we found he could be trusted with +Cripple Charlie.</p> + +<p>It was two days before the summer holidays came +to an end that Charlie asked me to come down to +the farm and help him to put away his fern collection +and a lot of other things into the places that he had +arranged for them in his room; for now that the +school-room was wanted again, he could not leave his +papers and boxes about there. Charlie lived at the +farm altogether now. He was better there than on +the moors, so he boarded there and went home for +visits. The room Mrs. Wood had given him was the +one where the old miser had slept. In a memorandum +left with his will it appeared that he had expressed +a wish that the furniture of that room should not +be altered, which was how they knew it was his. +So Mrs. Wood had kept the curious old oak bed +(the back of which was fastened into the wall), and +an old oak press, with a great number of drawers +with brass handles to them, and all the queer furniture +that she found there, just as it was. Even the brass +warming-pan was only rubbed and put back in its +place, and the big bellows were duly hung up by +the small fire-place. But everything was so polished +up and cleaned, the walls re-papered with a soft grey-green +paper spangled with dog-daisies, and the room +so brightened up with fresh blinds and bedclothes, +<!-- Page 139 -->and a bit of bright carpet, that it did not look in the +least dismal, and Charlie was very proud and very +fond of it. It had two windows, one where the beehive +was, and one very sunny one, where he had a +balm of Gilead that Isaac’s wife gave him, and his +old medicine-bottles full of cuttings on the upper +ledge. The old women used to send him “slippings” +off their fairy roses and myrtles and fuchsias, and +they rooted very well in that window, there was so +much sun.</p> + +<p>Charlie had only just begun a fern collection, and +I had saved my pocket-money (I did not want it +for anything else) and had bought him several quires +of cartridge-paper; and Dr. Brown had given him a +packet of medicine-labels to cut up into strips to +fasten his specimens in with, and the collection +looked very well and very scientific; and all that +remained was to find a good place to put it away in. +The drawers of the press were of all shapes and sizes, +but there were two longish very shallow ones that +just matched each other, and when I pulled one of +them out, and put the fern-papers in, they fitted +exactly, and the drawer just held half the collection. +I called Charlie to look, and he hobbled up on his +crutches and was delighted, but he said he should +like to put the others in himself, so I got him into a +chair, and shut up the full drawer and pulled out the +<!-- Page 140 -->empty one, and went down-stairs for the two moleskins +we were curing, and the glue-pot, and the toffy-tin, +and some other things that had to be cleared out +of the school-room now the holidays were over.</p> + +<p>When I came back the fern-papers were still +outside, and Charlie was looking flushed and cross.</p> + +<p>“I don’t know how you managed,” he said, “but +I can’t get them in. This drawer must be shorter +than the other; it doesn’t go nearly so far back.”</p> + +<p>“Oh yes, it does, Charlie!” I insisted, for I felt +as certain as people always do feel about little details +of that kind. “The drawers are exactly alike; you +can’t have got the fern-sheets quite flush with each +other,” and I began to arrange the trayful of things I +had brought up-stairs in the bottom of the cupboard.</p> + +<p>“I <i>know</i> it’s the drawer,” I heard Charlie say. +(“He’s as obstinate as possible,” thought I.)</p> + +<p>Then I heard him banging at the wood with his +fists and his crutch. (“He <i>is</i> in a temper!” was +my mental comment.) After this my attention was +distracted for a second or two by seeing what I +thought was a bit of toffy left in the tin, and biting +it and finding it was a piece of sheet-glue. I had +not spit out all the disgust of it, when Charlie called +me in low, awe-struck tones: “Jack! come here. +Quick!”</p> + +<p>I ran to him. The drawer was open, but it +<!-- Page 141 -->seemed to have another drawer inside it, a long, +narrow, shallow one.</p> + +<p>“I hit the back, and this sprang out,” said Charlie. +“It’s a secret drawer—and look!”</p> + +<p>I did look. The secret drawer was closely packed +with rolls of thin leaflets, which we were old enough +to recognize as bank-notes, and with little bags of +wash-leather; and when Charlie opened the little +bags they were filled with gold.</p> + +<p>There was a paper with the money, written by +the old miser, to say that it was a codicil to his +will, and that the money was all for Mrs. Wood. +Why he had not left it to her in the will itself +seemed very puzzling, but his lawyer (whom the +Woods consulted about it) said that he always did +things in a very eccentric way, but generally for +some sort of reason, even if it were rather a freaky +one, and that perhaps he thought that the relations +would be less spiteful at first if they did not know +about the money, and that Mrs. Wood would soon +find it, if she used and valued his old press.</p> + +<p>I don’t quite know whether there was any fuss +with the relations about this part of the bequest, +but I suppose the lawyer managed it all right, for +the Woods got the money and gave up the school. +But they kept the old house, and bought some more +land, and Walnut-tree Academy became Walnut-tree +<!-- Page 142 -->Farm once more. And Cripple Charlie lived on +with them, and he was so happy, it really seemed +as if my dear mother was right when she said to +my father, “I am so pleased, my dear, for that poor +boy’s sake, I can hardly help crying. He’s got two +homes and two fathers and mothers, where many a +young man has none, as if to make good his affliction +to him.”</p> + +<p>It puzzles me, even now, to think how my father +could have sent Jem and me to Crayshaw’s school. +(Nobody ever called him Mr. Crayshaw except the +parents of pupils who lived at a distance. In the +neighbourhood he and his whole establishment were +lumped under the one word <i>Crayshaw’s</i>, and as a +farmer hard by once said to me, “Crayshaw’s is +universally disrespected.”)</p> + +<p>I do not think it was merely because “Crayshaw’s” +was cheap that we were sent there, though my father +had so few reasons to give for his choice that he +quoted that among them. A man with whom he +had had business dealings (which gave him much +satisfaction for some years, and more dissatisfaction +afterwards) did really, I think, persuade my father to +send us to this school, one evening when they were +dining together.</p> + +<p>Few things are harder to guess at than the grounds +on which an Englishman of my father’s type “makes +<!-- Page 143 -->up his mind”; and yet the question is an important +one, for an idea once lodged in his head, a conviction +once as much his own as the family acres, and you +will as soon part him from the one as from the other. +I have known little matters of domestic improvements, +in which my mother’s comfort was concerned and her +experience conclusive, for which he grudged a few +shillings, and was absolutely impenetrable by her +persuasions and representations. And I have known +him waste pounds on things of the most curious +variety, foisted on him by advertising agents without +knowledge, trial, or rational ground of confidence. +I suppose that persistency, a glibber tongue than he +himself possessed, a mass of printed rubbish which +always looks imposing to the unliterary, that primitive +combination of authoritativeness and hospitality which +makes some men as ready to say Yes to a stranger as +they are to say No at home, and perhaps some lack +of moral courage, may account for it. I can clearly +remember how quaintly sheepish my father used to +look after committing some such folly, and how, after +the first irrepressible fall of countenance, my mother +would have defended him against anybody else’s +opinion, let alone her own. Young as I was I could feel +that, and had a pretty accurate estimate of the value of +the moral lecture on faith in one’s fellow-creatures, +which was an unfailing outward sign of my father’s +<!-- Page 144 -->inward conviction that he had been taken in by a +rogue. I knew too, well enough, that my mother’s +hasty and earnest Amen to this discourse was an +equally reliable token of her knowledge that my father +sorely needed defending, and some instinct made me +aware also that my father knew that this was so. That +he knew that it was that tender generosity towards +one’s beloved, in which so many of her sex so far exceeds +ours, and not an intellectual conviction of his wisdom, +which made her support what he had done, and that +feeling this he felt dissatisfied, and snapped at her +accordingly.</p> + +<p>The dislike my dear mother took to the notion of +our going to Crayshaw’s only set seals to our fate, and +the manner of her protests was not more fortunate +than the matter. She was timid and vacillating from +wifely habit, whilst motherly anxiety goaded her to be +persistent and almost irritable on the subject. Habitually +regarding her own wishes and views as worthless, +she quoted the Woods at every turn of her arguments, +which was a mistake, for my father was sufficiently +like the rest of his neighbours not to cotton very +warmly to people whose tastes, experiences, and lines +of thought were so much out of the common as those +of the ex-convict and his wife. Moreover, he had +made up his mind, and when one has done that, he +is proof against seventy men who can render a reason.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 145 -->To rumours which accused “Crayshaw’s” of +undue severity, of discomfort, of bad teaching and +worse manners, my father opposed arguments which +he allowed were “old-fashioned” and which were far-fetched +from the days of our great-grandfather.</p> + +<p>A strict school-master was a good school-master, +and if more parents were as wise as Solomon on the +subject of the rod, Old England would not be discredited +by such a namby-pamby race as young men +of the present day seemed by all accounts to be. It +was high time the boys did rough it a bit; would my +mother have them always tied to her apron-strings? +Great Britain would soon be Little Britain if boys +were to be brought up like young ladies. As to +teaching, it was the fashion to make a fuss about it, +and a pretty pass learning brought some folks to, to +judge by the papers and all one heard. His own +grandfather lived to ninety-seven, and died sitting in +his chair, in a bottle-green coat and buff breeches. +He wore a pig-tail to the day of his death, and never +would be contradicted by anybody. He had often +told my father that at the school <i>he</i> went to, the +master signed the receipts for his money with a cross, +but the usher was a bit of a scholar, and the boys had +cream to their porridge on Sundays. And the old +gentleman managed his own affairs to ninety-seven, +and threw the doctor’s medicine-bottles out of the +<!-- Page 146 -->window then. He died without a doubt on his mind +or a debt on his books, and my father (taking a pinch +out of Great-Grandfather’s snuff-box) hoped Jem and +I might do as well.</p> + +<p>In short, we were sent to “Crayshaw’s.”</p> + +<p>It was not a happy period of my life. It was not +a good or wholesome period; and I am not fond of +recalling it. The time came when I shrank from +telling Charlie everything, almost as if he had been +a girl. His life was lived in such a different atmosphere, +under such different conditions. I could not +trouble him, and I did not believe he could make +allowances for me. But on our first arrival I wrote +him a long letter (Jem never wrote letters), and the +other day he showed it to me. It was a first impression, +but a sufficiently vivid and truthful one, so +I give it here.</p> + +<p><br /></p> + +<p style="margin-bottom: 0em;">“<span class="smcap">Crayshaw’s</span> (for that’s what they call it here, and +a beastly hole it is).</p> + +<p class="p1">“<i>Monday</i>.</p> + +<p style="margin-top: 0em;">“<span class="smcap">My dear old Charlie</span>,—We came earlier than +was settled, for Father got impatient and there was +nothing to stop us, but I don’t think old Crayshaw +liked our coming so soon. You never saw such a +place, it’s so dreary. A boy showed us straight into +the school-room. There are three rows of double +<!-- Page 147 -->desks running down the room and disgustingly dirty, +I don’t know what Mrs. Wood would say, and old +Crayshaw’s desk is in front of the fire, so that he can +see all the boys sideways, and it just stops any heat +coming to them. And there he was, and I don’t +think Father liked the look of him particularly, you +never saw an uglier. Such a flaming face and red +eyes like Bob Furniss’s ferret and great big whiskers; +but I’ll make you a picture of him, at least I’ll make +two pictures, for Lewis Lorraine says he’s got no +beard on Sundays, and rather a good one on Saturdays. +Lorraine is a very rum fellow, but I like him. It was +he showed us in, and he did catch it afterwards, but +he only makes fun of it. Old Crayshaw’s desk had +got a lot of canes on one side of it and a most beastly +dirty snuffy red and green handkerchief on the other, +and an ink-pot in the middle. He made up to Father +like anything and told such thumpers. He said there +were six boys in one room, but really there’s twelve. +Jem and I sleep together. There’s nothing to wash +in and no prayers. If you say them you get boots at +your head, and one hit Jem behind the ear, so I +pulled his sleeve and said, ‘Get up, you can say +them in bed,’ But you know Jem, and he said, +’Wait till I’ve done, <i>God bless Father and Mother</i>,’ +and when he had, he went in and fought, and I +<!-- Page 148 -->backed him up, and them old Crayshaw found us, and +oh, how he did beat us!</p> + +<p>“——<i>Wednesday</i>. Old Snuffy is a regular brute, +and I don’t care if he finds this and sees what I say. +But he won’t, for the milkman is taking it. He +always does if you can pay him. But I’ve put most +of my money into the bank. Three of the top boys +have a bank, and we all have to deposit, only I kept +fourpence in one of my boots. They give us bank-notes +for a penny and a halfpenny; they make them +themselves. The sweet-shop takes them. They only +give you eleven penny notes for a shilling in the bank, +or else it would burst. At dinner we have a lot of +pudding to begin with, and it’s very heavy. You can +hardly eat anything afterwards. The first day Lorraine +said quite out loud and very polite, ‘Did you +say <i>duff before meat</i>, young gentlemen?’ and I +couldn’t help laughing, and old Snuffy beat his head +horridly with his dirty fists. But Lorraine minds +nothing; he says he knows old Snuffy will kill him +some day, but he says he doesn’t want to live, for +his father and mother are dead; he only wants to +catch old Snuffy in three more booby-traps before he +dies. He’s caught him in four already. You see, +when old Snuffy is cat-walking he wears goloshes that +he may sneak about better, and the way Lorraine +<!-- Page 149 -->makes booby-traps is by balancing cans of water on +the door when it’s ajar, so that he gets doused, and +the can falls on his head, and strings across the +bottom of the door, not far from the ground, so that +he catches his goloshes and comes down. The other +fellows say that old Crayshaw had a lot of money +given him in trust for Lorraine, and he’s spent it all, +and Lorraine has no one to stick up for him, and +that’s why Crayshaw hates him.</p> + +<p style="margin-bottom: 0em;">“——<i>Saturday</i>. I could not catch the milkman, +and now I’ve got your letter, though Snuffy read it +first. Jem and I cry dreadful in bed. That’s the +comfort of being together. I’ll try and be as good +as I can, but you don’t know what this place is. It’s +very different to the farm. Do you remember the +row about that book Horace Simpson got? I wish +you could see the books the boys have here. At +least I don’t wish it, for I wish I didn’t look at them, +the milkman brings them; he always will if you can +pay him. When I saw old Snuffy find one in Smith’s +desk, I expected he would half kill him, but he didn’t +do much to him, he only took the book away; and +Lorraine says he never does beat them much for +that, because he doesn’t want them to leave off buying +them, because he wants them himself. Don’t tell +the Woods this. Don’t tell Mother Jem and I cry, +or else she’ll be miserable. I don’t so much mind +<!-- Page 150 -->the beatings (Lorraine says you get hard in time), nor +the washing at the sink—nor the duff puddings—but +it is such a beastly hole, and he is such an old brute, +and I feel so dreadful I can’t tell you. Give my love +to Mrs. Wood and to Mr. Wood, and to Carlo and to +Mary Anne, and to your dear dear self, and to Isaac +when you see him.</p> + +<p class="p3"> +<span style="margin-right: 1.5em;">“And I am your affectionate friend,</span><br /> +“Jack.<br /> +</p> + +<p>“P.S. Jem sends his best love, and he’s got two +black eyes.</p> + +<p>“P.S. No. 2. You would be sorry for Lorraine if +you knew him. Sometimes I’m afraid he’ll kill himself, +for he says there’s really nothing in the Bible +about suicide. So I said—killing yourself is as bad +as killing anybody else. So he said—is stealing from +yourself as bad as stealing from anybody else? And +we had a regular <i>argue</i>. Some of the boys argle-bargle +on Sundays, he says, but most of them fight. +When they differ, they put tin-tacks with the heads +downwards on each other’s places on the forms in +school, and if they run into you and you scream, old +Snuffy beats you. The milkman brings them, by the +half-ounce, with very sharp points, if you can pay him. +Most of the boys are a horrid lot, and so dirty. +Lorraine is as dirty as the rest, and I asked him why, +<!-- Page 151 -->and he said it was because he’d thrown up the sponge; +but he got rather red, and he’s washed himself cleaner +this morning. He says he has an uncle in India, and +some time ago he wrote to him, and told him about +Crayshaw’s, and gave the milkman a diamond pin, +that had been his father’s, and Snuffy didn’t know +about, to post it with plenty of stamps, but he thinks +he can’t have put plenty on, for no answer ever came. +I’ve told him I’ll post another one for him in the +holidays. Don’t say anything about this back in +your letters. He reads ’em all.</p> + +<p>“——<i>Monday</i>. I’ve caught the milkman at last, +he’ll take it this evening. The lessons here are regular +rubbish. I’m so glad I’ve a good knife, for if you +have you can dig holes in your desk to put collections +in. The boy next to me has earwigs, but you have to +keep a look-out, or he puts them in your ears. I +turned up a stone near the sink this morning, and got +five wood-lice for mine. It’s considered a very good +collection.”</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_X" id="CHAPTER_X"></a><!-- Page 152 -->CHAPTER X.</h3> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="margin-left: -2em;">“But none inquired how Peter used the rope,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Or what the bruise that made the stripling stoop;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -2.1em;">None could the ridges on his back behold,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -0.6em;">None sought him shiv’ring in the winter’s cold.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">* * * * *</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -1.4em;">The pitying women raised a clamour round.”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 12.5em;" class="smcap">Crabbe</span>, <i>The Borough</i>.<br /> +</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">A great</span> many people say that all suffering is good +for one, and I am sure pain does improve one very +often, and in many ways. It teaches one sympathy, +it softens and it strengthens. But I cannot help +thinking that there are some evil experiences which +only harden and stain. The best I can say for what +we endured at Crayshaw’s is that it <i>was</i> experience, +and so I suppose could not fail to teach one something, +which, as Jem says, was “more than Snuffy +did.”</p> + +<p>The affection with which I have heard men speak +of their school-days and school-masters makes me know +that Mr. Crayshaw was not a common type of pedagogue. +He was not a common type of man, happily; +<!-- Page 153 -->but I have met other specimens in other parts of the +world in which his leading quality was as fully developed, +though their lives had nothing in common +with his except the opportunities of irresponsible +power.</p> + +<p>The old wounds are scars now, it is long past and +over, and I am grown up, and have roughed it in the +world; but I say quite deliberately that I believe that +Mr. Crayshaw was not merely a harsh man, uncultured +and inconsiderate, having need and greed of money, +taking pupils cheap, teaching them little or nothing, +and keeping a kind of rough order with too much +flogging,—but that the mischief of him was that he +was possessed by a passion (not the less fierce because +it was unnatural) which grew with indulgence and +opportunity, as other passions grow, and that this was +a passion for cruelty.</p> + +<p>One does not rough it long in this wicked world +without seeing more cruelty both towards human +beings and towards animals than one cares to think +about; but a large proportion of common cruelty +comes of ignorance, bad tradition and uncultured +sympathies. Some painful outbreaks of inhumanity, +where one would least expect it, are no doubt strictly +to be accounted for by disease. But over and above +these common and these exceptional instances, one +cannot escape the conviction that irresponsible power +<!-- Page 154 -->is opportunity in all hands and a direct temptation in +some to cruelty, and that it affords horrible development +to those morbid cases in which cruelty becomes +a passion.</p> + +<p>That there should ever come a thirst for blood in +men as well as tigers, is bad enough but conceivable +when linked with deadly struggle, or at the wild dictates +of revenge. But a lust for cruelty growing +fiercer by secret and unchecked indulgence, a hideous +pleasure in seeing and inflicting pain, seems so +inhuman a passion that we shrink from acknowledging +that this is ever so.</p> + +<p>And if it belonged to the past alone, to barbarous +despotisms or to savage life, one might wisely forget +it; for the dark pages of human history are unwholesome +as well as unpleasant reading, unless the mind +be very sane in a body very sound. But those in +whose hands lie the destinies of the young and of the +beasts who serve and love us, of the weak, the friendless, +the sick and the insane, have not, alas! this +excuse for ignoring the black records of man’s abuse +of power!</p> + +<p>The records of its abuse in the savage who loads +women’s slender shoulders with his burdens, leaves +his sick to the wayside jackal, and knocks his aged +father on the head when he is past work; the brutality +of slave-drivers, the iniquities of vice-maddened +<!-- Page 155 -->Eastern despots;—such things those who never have +to deal with them may afford to forget.</p> + +<p>But men who act for those who have no natural +protectors, or have lost the power of protecting themselves, +who legislate for those who have no voice in +the making of laws, and for the brute creation, which +we win to our love and domesticate for our convenience; +who apprentice pauper boys and girls, who +meddle with the matters of weak women, sick persons, +and young children, are bound to face a far sadder +issue. That even in these days, when human love +again and again proves itself not only stronger than +death, but stronger than all the selfish hopes of life; +when the everyday manners of everyday men are +concessions of courtesy to those who have not the +strength to claim it; when children and pet animals +are spoiled to grotesqueness; when the good deeds of +priest and physician, nurse and teacher, surpass all +earthly record of them—man, as man, is no more to +be trusted with unchecked power than hitherto.</p> + +<p>The secret histories of households, where power +should be safest in the hands of love; of hospitals, +of schools, of orphanages, of poorhouses, of lunatic-asylums, +of religious communities founded for <span class="smcap">God’s</span> +worship and man’s pity, of institutions which assume +the sacred title as well as the responsibilities of Home—from +the single guardian of some rural idiot to the +<!-- Page 156 -->great society which bears the blessed Name of Jesus—have +not each and all their dark stories, their hushed-up +scandals, to prove how dire is the need of public +opinion without, and of righteous care within, that +what is well begun should be well continued?</p> + +<p>If any one doubts this, let him pause on each +instance, one by one, and think of what he has seen, +and heard, and read, and known of; and he will +surely come to the conviction that human nature cannot, +even in the very service of charity, be safely +trusted with the secret exercise of irresponsible power, +and that no light can be too fierce to beat upon and +purify every spot where the weak are committed +to the tender mercies of the consciences of the +strong.</p> + +<p>Mr. Crayshaw’s conscience was not a tender one, +and very little light came into his out-of-the-way +establishment, and no check whatever upon his +cruelty. It had various effects on the different boys. +It killed one in my day, and the doctor (who had +been “in a difficulty” some years back, over a matter +through which Mr. Crayshaw helped him with bail +and testimony) certified to heart disease, and we all +had our pocket-handkerchiefs washed, and went to the +funeral. And Snuffy had cards printed with a black +edge, and several angels and a broken lily, and the +hymn—</p> + +<p class="center"><!-- Page 157 --> +“Death has been here and borne away<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -2.9em;">A brother from our side;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -2.6em;">Just in the morning of his day,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -2.7em;">As young as we he died.”</span><br /> +</p> + +<p>—and sent them to all the parents. But the pupils +had to pay for the stamps. And my dear mother +cried dreadfully, first because she was so sorry for the +boy, and secondly because she ever had felt uncharitably +towards Mr. Crayshaw.</p> + +<p>Crayshaw’s cruelty crushed others, it made liars +and sneaks of boys naturally honest, and it produced +in Lorraine an unchildlike despair that was almost +grand, so far was the spirit above the flesh in him. +But I think its commonest and strangest result was to +make the boys bully each other.</p> + +<p>One of the least cruel of the tyrannies the big +boys put upon the little ones, sometimes bore very +hardly on those who were not strong. They used to +ride races on our backs and have desperate mounted +battles and tournaments. In many a playground and +home since then I have seen boys tilt and race, and +steeplechase, with smaller boys upon their backs, and +plenty of wholesome rough-and-tumble in the game; +and it has given me a twinge of heartache to think +how, even when we were at play, Crayshaw’s baneful +spirit cursed us with its example, so that the big and +strong could not be happy except at the expense of +the little and weak.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 158 -->For it was the big ones who rode the little ones, +with neatly-cut ash-sticks and clumsy spurs. I can +see them now, with the thin legs of the small boys +tottering under them, like a young donkey overridden +by a coal-heaver.</p> + +<p>I was a favourite horse, for I was active and +nimble, and (which was more to the point) well made. +It was the shambling, ill-proportioned lads who +suffered most. The biggest boy in school rode me, +as a rule, but he was not at all a bad bully, so I was +lucky. He never spurred me, and he boasted of my +willingness and good paces. I am sure he did not +know, I don’t suppose he ever stopped to think, +how bad it was for me, or what an aching lump of +prostration I felt when it was over. The day I +fainted after winning a steeplechase, he turned a +bucket of cold water over me, and as this roused me +into a tingling vitality of pain, he was quite proud of +his treatment, and told me nothing brought a really +good horse round after a hard day like a bucket of +clean water. And (so much are we the creatures of +our conditions!) I remember feeling something approaching +to satisfaction at the reflection that I had +“gone till I dropped,” and had been brought round +after the manner of the best-conducted stables.</p> + +<p>It was not that that made Jem and me run away. +(For we did run away.) Overstrain and collapse, <!-- Page 159 -->ill-usage +short of torture, hard living and short commons, +one got a certain accustomedness to, according to the +merciful law which within certain limits makes a +second nature for us out of use and wont. The one +pain that knew no pause, and allowed of no revival, +the evil that overbore us, mind and body, was the +evil of constant dread. Upon us little boys fear lay +always, and the terror of it was that it was uncertain. +What would come next, and from whom, we never +knew.</p> + +<p>It was I who settled we should run away. I did +it the night that Jem gave in, and would do nothing +but cry noiselessly into his sleeve and wish he was +dead. So I settled it and told Lorraine. I wanted +him to come too, but he would not. He pretended +that he did not care, and he said he had nowhere to +go to. But he got into Snuffy’s very own room at +daybreak whilst we stood outside and heard him +snoring; and very loud he must have snored too, for +I could hear my heart thumping so I should not have +thought I could have heard anything else. And +Lorraine took the back-door key off the drawers, and +let us out, and took it back again. He feared nothing. +There was a walnut-tree by the gate, and Jem said, +“Suppose we do our faces like gipsies, so that nobody +may know us.” (For Jem was terribly frightened of +being taken back.) So we found some old bits of +<!-- Page 160 -->peel and rubbed our cheeks, but we dared not linger +long over it, and I said, “We’d better get further on, +and we can hide if we hear steps or wheels.” So we +took each other’s hands, and for nearly a mile we ran +as hard as we could go, looking back now and then +over our shoulders, like the picture of Christian and +Hopeful running away from the Castle of Giant +Despair.</p> + +<p>We were particularly afraid of the milkman, for +milkmen drive about early, and he had taken a +runaway boy back to Crayshaw’s years before, and +Snuffy gave him five shillings. They said he once +helped another boy to get away, but it was a big one, +who gave him his gold watch. He would do anything +if you paid him. Jem and I had each a little +bundle in a handkerchief, but nothing in them that +the milkman would have cared for. We managed +very well, for we got behind a wall when he went by, +and I felt so much cheered up I thought we should +get home that day, far as it was. But when we got +back into the road, I found that Jem was limping, for +Snuffy had stamped on his foot when Jem had had it +stuck out beyond the desk, when he was writing; and +the running had made it worse, and at last he sat +down by the roadside, and said I was to go on home +and send back for him. It was not very likely I +would leave him to the chance of being pursued by +<!-- Page 161 -->Mr. Crayshaw; but there he sat, and I thought I +never should have persuaded him to get on my back, +for good-natured as he is, Jem is as obstinate as a pig. +But I said, “What’s the use of my having been first +horse with the heaviest weight in school, if I can’t +carry you?” So he got up and I carried him a long +way, and then a cart overtook us, and we got a lift +home. And they knew us quite well, which shows how +little use walnut-juice is, and it is disgusting to get off.</p> + +<p>I think, as it happened, it was very unfortunate +that we had discoloured our faces; for though my +mother was horrified at our being so thin and +pinched-looking, my father said that of course we +looked frights with brown daubs all over our cheeks +and necks. But then he never did notice people +looking ill. He was very angry indeed, at first, about +our running away, and would not listen to what we +said. He was angry too with my dear mother, +because she believed us, and called Snuffy a bad +man and a brute. And he ordered the dog-cart to +be brought round, and said that Martha was to give +us some breakfast, and that we might be thankful to +get that instead of a flogging, for that when <i>he</i> ran +away from school to escape a thrashing, his father +gave him one thrashing while the dog-cart was being +brought round, and drove him straight back to school, +where the school-master gave him another.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 162 -->“And a very good thing for me,” said my father, +buttoning his coat, whilst my mother and Martha +went about crying, and Jem and I stood silent. If +we were to go back, the more we told, the worse +would be Snuffy’s revenge. An unpleasant hardness +was beginning to creep over me. “The next time I +run away,” was my thought, “I shall not run home.” +But with this came a rush of regret for Jem’s sake. +I knew that Crayshaw’s, did more harm to him +than to me, and almost involuntarily I put my arms +round him, thinking that if they would only let him +stay, I could go back and bear anything, like Lewis +Lorraine. Jem had been crying, and when he hid +his face on my shoulder, and leaned against me, I +thought it was for comfort, but he got heavier and +heavier, till I called out, and he rolled from my arms +and was caught in my father’s. He had been standing +about on the bad foot, and pain and weariness +and hunger and fright overpowered him, and he had +fainted.</p> + +<p>The dog-cart was counter-ordered, and Jem was +put to bed, and Martha served me a breakfast that +would have served six full-grown men. I ate far +more than satisfied me, but far less than satisfied +Martha, who seemed to hope that cold fowl and +boiled eggs, fried bacon and pickled beef, plain cakes +and currant cakes, jam and marmalade, buttered +<!-- Page 163 -->toast, strong tea and unlimited sugar and yellow +cream, would atone for the past in proportion to the +amount I ate, if it did not fatten me under her eyes. +I really think I spent the rest of the day in stupor. +I am sure it was not till the following morning that +I learned the decision to which my father had come +about us.</p> + +<p>Jem was too obviously ill to be anywhere at +present but at home; and my father decided that +he would not send him back to Crayshaw’s at all, but +to a much more expensive school in the south of +England, to which the parson of our parish was +sending one of his sons. I was to return to Crayshaw’s +at once; he could not afford the expensive +school for us both, and Jem was the eldest. Besides +which, he was not going to countenance rebellion in +any school to which he sent his sons, or to insult a +man so highly recommended to him as Mr. Crayshaw +had been. There certainly seemed to have been +some severity, and the boys seemed to be a very +rough lot; but Jem would fight, and if he gave he +must take. His great-grandfather was just the same, +and <i>he</i> fought the Putney Pet when he was five-and-twenty, +and his parents thought he was sitting quietly +at his desk in Fetter Lane.</p> + +<p>I loved Jem too well to be jealous of him, but I +was not the less conscious of the tender tone in which +<!-- Page 164 -->my father always spoke even of his faults, and of the +way it stiffened and cooled when he added that I was +not so ready with my fists, but that I was as fond of +my own way as Jem was of a fight; but that setting +up for being unlike other people didn’t do for school +life, and that the Woods had done me no kindness by +making a fool of me. He added, however, that he +should request Mr. Crayshaw, as a personal favour, +that I should receive no punishment for running +away, as I had suffered sufficiently already.</p> + +<p>We had told very little of the true history of +Crayshaw’s before Jem fainted, and I felt no disposition +to further confidences. I took as cheerful +a farewell of my mother as I could, for her sake; and +put on a good deal of swagger and “don’t care” to +console Jem. He said, “You’re as plucky as Lorraine,” +and then his eyes shut again. He was too ill to think +much, and I kissed his head and left him. After +which I got stoutly into the dog-cart, and we drove +back up the dreary hills down which Jem and I had +run away.</p> + +<p>That Snuffy was bland to cringing before my father +did not give me hope that I should escape his direst +revenge; and the expression of Lorraine’s face showed +me, by its sympathy, what <i>he</i> expected. But we were +both wrong, and for reasons which we then knew +nothing about.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 165 -->Cruelty was, as I have said, Mr. Crayshaw’s ruling +passion, but it was not his only vice. There was a +whispered tradition that he had once been in jail for a +misuse of his acquirements in the art of penmanship; +and if you heard his name cropping up in the confidential +conversation of such neighbours as small +farmers, the postman, the parish overseer, and the +like, it was sure to be linked with unpleasingly suggestive +expressions, such as—“a dirty bit of business,” “a +nasty job that,” “an awkward affair,” “very near got +into trouble,” “a bit of bother about it, but Driver and +Quills pulled him through; theirs isn’t a nice business, +and they’re men of t’ same feather as Crayshaw, +so I reckon they’re friends.” Many such hints have +I heard, for the ‘White Lion’ was next door to the +sweet-shop, and in summer, refreshment of a sober +kind, with conversation to match, was apt to be enjoyed +on the benches outside. The good wives of the +neighbourhood used no such euphuisms as their more +prudent husbands, when they spoke of Crayshaw’s. +Indeed one of the whispered anecdotes of Snuffy’s +past was of a hushed-up story that was just saved +from becoming a scandal, but in reference to which +Mr. Crayshaw was even more narrowly saved from a +crowd of women who had taken the too-tardy law into +their own hands. I remember myself the retreat of +an unpaid washerwoman from the back premises of +<!-- Page 166 -->Crayshaw’s on one occasion, and the unmistakable +terms in which she expressed her opinions.</p> + +<p>“Don’t tell me! I know Crayshaw’s well enough; +such folks is a curse to a country-side, but judgment +overtakes ’em at last.”</p> + +<p>“Judgment,” as the good woman worded it, kept +threatening Mr. Crayshaw long before it overtook him, +as it is apt to disturb scoundrels who keep a hypocritical +good name above their hidden misdeeds. As +it happened, at the very time Jem and I ran away +from him, Mr. Crayshaw himself was living in terror of +one or two revelations, and to be deserted by two of +his most respectably connected boys was an ill-timed +misfortune. The countenance my father had been so +mistaken as to afford to his establishment was very +important to him, for we were the only pupils from +within fifty miles, and our parents’ good word constituted +an “unexceptionable reference.”</p> + +<p>Thus it was that Snuffy pleaded humbly (but in +vain) for the return of Jem, and that he not only +promised that I should not suffer, but to my amazement +kept his word.</p> + +<p>Judgment lingered over the head of Crayshaw’s for +two years longer, and I really think my being there +had something to do with maintaining its tottering +reputation. I was almost the only lad in the school +whose parents were alive and at hand and in a good +<!-- Page 167 -->position, and my father’s name stifled scandal. Most +of the others were orphans, being cheaply educated by +distant relatives or guardians, or else the sons of poor +widows who were easily bamboozled by Snuffy’s fluent +letters, and the religious leaflets which it was his +custom to enclose. (In several of these cases, he was +“managing” the poor women’s “affairs” for them.) +One or two boys belonged to people living abroad. +Indeed, the worst bully in the school was a half-caste, +whose smile, when he showed his gleaming teeth, +boded worse than any other boy’s frown. He was a +wonderful acrobat, and could do extraordinary tricks +of all sorts. My being nimble and ready made me +very useful to him as a confederate in the exhibitions +which his intense vanity delighted to give on half-holidays, +and kept me in his good graces till I was +old enough to take care of myself. Oh, how every +boy who dreaded him applauded at these entertainments! +And what dangerous feats I performed, every +other fear being lost in the fear of him! I owe him +no grudge for what he forced me to do (though I +have had to bear real fire without flinching when he +failed in a conjuring trick, which should only have +simulated the real thing); what I learned from him +has come in so useful since, that I forgive him all.</p> + +<p>I was there for two years longer. Snuffy bullied +me less, and hated me the more. I knew it, and he +<!-- Page 168 -->knew that I knew it. It was a hateful life, but I am +sure the influence of a good home holds one up in +very evil paths. Every time we went back to our +respective schools my father gave us ten shillings, and +told us to mind our books, and my mother kissed us +and made us promise we would say our prayers +every day. I could not bear to break my promise, +though I used to say them in bed (the old form we +learnt from her), and often in such a very unfit frame +of mind, that they were what it is very easy to call +“a mockery.”</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">God</span> knows (Who alone knows the conditions +under which each soul blunders and spells on through +life’s hard lessons) if they were a mockery. <i>I</i> know +they were unworthy to be offered to Him, but that the +habit helped to keep me straight I am equally sure. +Then I had a good home to go to during the holidays. +That was everything, and it is in all humbleness that +I say that I do not think the ill experiences of those +years degraded me much. I managed to keep some +truth and tenderness about me; and I am thankful to +remember that I no more cringed to Crayshaw than +Lorraine did, and that though I stayed there till I was +a big boy, I never maltreated a little one.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XI" id="CHAPTER_XI"></a><!-- Page 169 -->CHAPTER XI.</h3> + +<p class="center"> +“Whose powers shed round him in the common strife<br /> +<span style="margin-left: -6.8em;">Or mild concerns of ordinary life,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -4.9em;">A constant influence, a peculiar grace;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">* * * * *</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -6.8em;">Or if an unexpected call succeed,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -4.1em;">Come when it will, is equal to the need.”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8.5em;" class="smcap">Wordsworth’s</span> <i>Happy Warrior.</i><br /> +</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Judgement</span> came at last. During my first holidays I +had posted a letter from Lewis Lorraine to the uncle +in India to whom he had before endeavoured to +appeal. The envelope did not lack stamps, but the +address was very imperfect, and it was many months +in reaching him. He wrote a letter, which Lewis +never received, Mr. Crayshaw probably knew why. +But twelve months after that Colonel Jervois came to +England, and he lost no time in betaking himself to +Crayshaw’s. From Crayshaw’s he came to my father, +the only “unexceptionable reference” left to Snuffy +to put forward.</p> + +<p>The Colonel came with a soldier’s promptness, and, +with the utmost courtesy of manner, went straight to +<!-- Page 170 -->the point. His life had not accustomed him to our +neighbourly unwillingness to interfere with anything +that did not personally concern us, nor to the prudent +patience with which country folk will wink long at +local evils. In the upshot what he asked was what +my mother had asked three years before. Had my +father personal knowledge or good authority for believing +the school to be a well-conducted one, and Mr. +Crayshaw a fit man for his responsible post? Had he +ever heard rumours to the man’s discredit?</p> + +<p>Replies that must do for a wife will not always +answer a man who puts the same questions. My +great-grandfather’s memory was not evoked on this +occasion, and my father frankly confessed that his +personal knowledge of Crayshaw’s was very small, and +that the man on whose recommendation he had sent +us to school there had just proved to be a rascal and +a swindler. Our mother had certainly heard rumours +of severity, but he had regarded her maternal anxiety +as excessive, etc., etc. In short, my dear father saw +that he had been wrong, and confessed it, and was +now as ready as the Colonel to expose Snuffy’s +misdeeds.</p> + +<p>No elaborate investigation was needed. An +attack once made on Mr. Crayshaw’s hollow reputation, +it cracked on every side; first hints crept out, +then scandals flew. The Colonel gave no quarter, +<!-- Page 171 -->and he did not limit his interest to his own +nephew.</p> + +<p>“A widow’s son, ma’am,” so he said to my mother, +bowing over her hand as he led her in to dinner, +in a style to which we were quite unaccustomed; “a +widow’s son, ma’am, should find a father in every +honest man who can assist him.”</p> + +<p>The tide having turned against Snuffy, his friends +(of the Driver and Quills type) turned with it. But +they gained nothing, for one morning he got up as +early as we had done, and ran away, and I never +heard of him again. And before nightfall the neighbours, +who had so long tolerated his wickedness, +broke every pane of glass in his windows.</p> + +<p>During all this, Lewis Lorraine and his uncle +stayed at our house. The Colonel spent his time +between holding indignant investigations, writing +indignant letters (which he allowed us to seal with +his huge signet), and walking backwards and forwards +to the town to buy presents for the little +boys.</p> + +<p>When Snuffy ran away, and the school was left +to itself, Colonel Jervois strode off to the nearest +farm, requisitioned a waggon, and having packed +the boys into it, bought loaves and milk enough +to breakfast them all, and transported the whole +twenty-eight to our door. He left four with my +<!-- Page 172 -->mother, and marched off with the rest. The Woods +took in a large batch, and in the course of the +afternoon he had for love or money quartered +them all. He betrayed no nervousness in dealing +with numbers, in foraging for supplies, or in asking +for what he wanted. Whilst other people had been +doubting whether it might not “create unpleasantness” +to interfere in this case and that, the Colonel +had fought each boy’s battle, and seen most of +them off on their homeward journeys. He was +used to dealing with men, and with emergencies, +and it puzzled him when my Uncle Henry consulted +his law-books and advised caution, and my +father saw his agent on farm business, whilst the +fate of one of Crayshaw’s victims yet hung in the +balance.</p> + +<p>When all was over the Colonel left us, and took +Lewis with him, and his departure raised curiously +mixed feelings of regret and relief.</p> + +<p>He had quite won my mother’s heart, chiefly by +his energy and tenderness for the poor boys, and +partly by his kindly courtesy and deference towards +her. Indeed all ladies liked him—all, that is, who +knew him. Before they came under the influence +of his pleasantness and politeness, he shared the +half-hostile reception to which any person or anything +that was foreign to our daily experience was +<!-- Page 173 -->subjected in our neighbourhood. So that the first +time Colonel Jervois appeared in our pew, Mrs. +Simpson (the wife of a well-to-do man of business +who lived near us) said to my mother after church, +“I see you’ve got one of the military with you,” and +her tone was more critical than congratulatory. +But when my mother, with unconscious diplomacy, +had kept her to luncheon, and the Colonel had +handed her to her seat, and had stroked his +moustache, and asked in his best manner if she +meant to devote her son to the service of his +country, Mrs. Simpson undid her bonnet-strings, +fairly turned her back on my father, and was quite +unconscious when Martha handed the potatoes; and +she left us wreathed in smiles, and resolved that +Mr. Simpson should buy their son Horace a commission +instead of taking him into the business. +Mr. Simpson did not share her views, and I believe +he said some rather nasty things about swaggering, +and not having one sixpence to rub against another. +And Mrs. Simpson (who was really devoted to +Horace and could hardly bear him out of her sight) +reflected that it was possible to get shot as well as +to grow a moustache if you went into the army; but +she still maintained that she should always remember +the Colonel as a thorough gentleman, and a wonderful +judge of the character of boys.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 174 -->The Colonel made great friends with the Woods, +and he was deeply admired by our rector, who, +like many parsons, had a very military heart, and +delighted in exciting tales of the wide world which +he could never explore. It was perhaps natural +that my father should hardly be devoted to a +stranger who had practically reproached his negligence, +but the one thing that did draw him towards +the old Indian officer was his habit of early rising. +My father was always up before any of us, but he +generally found the Colonel out before him, enjoying +the early hours of the day as men who have +lived in hot climates are accustomed to do. They +used to come in together in very pleasant moods +to breakfast; but with the post-bag Lorraine’s +uncle was sure to be moved to voluble indignation, +or pity, or to Utopian plans to which my father +listened with puzzled impatience. He did not understand +the Colonel, which was perhaps not to be +wondered at.</p> + +<p>His moral courage had taken away our breath, +and physical courage was stamped upon his outward +man. If he was anything he was manly. It +was because he was in some respects very womanly +too, that he puzzled my father’s purely masculine +brain. The mixture, and the vehemence of the +mixture, were not in his line. He would have +<!-- Page 175 -->turned “Crayshaw’s” matters over in his own mind +as often as hay in a wet season before grappling +with the whole bad business as the Colonel had +done. And on the other hand, it made him feel +uncomfortable and almost ashamed to see tears +standing in the old soldier’s eyes as he passionately +blamed himself for what had been suffered by “my +sister’s son.”</p> + +<p>The servants one and all adored Colonel Jervois. +They are rather acute judges of good breeding, and +men and maids were at one on the fact that he was +a visitor who conferred social distinction on the +establishment. They had decided that we should +“dine late so long as The Gentleman” was with us, +whilst my mother was thinking how to break so +weighty an innovation to such valuable servants. +They served him with alacrity, and approved of his +brief orders and gracious thanks. The Colonel did +unheard-of things with impunity—threw open his +bed-room shutters at night, and more than once +unbarred and unbolted the front door to go outside +for a late cigar. Nothing puzzled Martha more than +the nattiness with which he put all the bolts and +bars back into their places, as if he had been used +to the door as long as she had.</p> + +<p>Indeed he had all that power of making himself +at home, which is most fully acquired by having +<!-- Page 176 -->had to provide for yourself in strange places, but +he carried it too far.</p> + +<p>One day he penetrated into the kitchen (having +previously been rummaging the kitchen-garden) and +insisted upon teaching our cook how to make curry. +The lesson was much needed, and it was equally +well intended, but it was a mistake. Everything +cannot be carried by storm, whatever the military +may think. Jane said, “Yes, sir,” at every point +that approached to a pause in the Colonel’s ample +instructions, but she never moved her eyes from the +magnificent moustache which drooped above the +stew-pan, nor her thoughts from the one idea produced +by the occasion—that The Gentleman had +caught her without her cap. In short our curries +were no worse, and no better, in consequence of the +shock to kitchen etiquette (for that was all) which she +received.</p> + +<p>And yet we modified our household ways for +him, as they were never modified for any one else. +On Martha’s weekly festival for cleaning the bedrooms +(and if a room was occupied for a night, +she scrubbed after the intruder as if he had brought +the plague in his portmanteau) the smartest visitor +we ever entertained had to pick his or her way +through the upper regions of the house, where soap +and soda were wafted on high and unexpected +<!-- Page 177 -->breezes along passages filled with washstands and +clothes-baskets, cane-seated chairs and baths, mops, +pails and brooms. But the Colonel had “given +such a jump” on meeting a towel-horse at large +round a sharp corner, and had seemed so uncomfortable +on finding everything that he thought was +inside his room turned outside, that for that week +Martha left the lower part of the house uncleaned, +and did not turn either the dining or drawing rooms +into the hall on their appointed days. She had her +revenge when he was gone.</p> + +<p>On the day of his departure, my lamentations +had met with the warmest sympathy as I stirred +toffy over Jane’s kitchen fire, whilst Martha lingered +with the breakfast things, after a fashion very unusual +with her, and gazed at the toast-rack and said, “the +Colonel had eaten nothing of a breakfast to travel +on.” But next morning, I met her in another mood. +It was a mood to which we were not strangers, +though it did not often occur. In brief, Martha +(like many another invaluable domestic) “had a +temper of her own”; but to do her justice her ill +feelings generally expended themselves in a rage +for work, and in taking as little ease herself as she +allowed to other people. I knew what it meant +when I found her cleaning the best silver when she +ought to have been eating her breakfast; but my +<!-- Page 178 -->head was so full of the Colonel, that I could not +help talking about him, even if the temptation to +tease Martha had not been overwhelming. No +reply could I extract; only once, as she passed +swiftly to the china cupboard, with the whole +Crown Derby tea and coffee service on one big +tray (the Colonel had praised her coffee), I heard +her mutter—“Soldiers is very upsetting.” Certainly, +considering what she did in the way of scolding, +scouring, blackleading, polishing and sand-papering +that week, it was not Martha’s fault if we did not +“get straight again,” furniture and feelings. I’ve +heard her say that Calais sand would “fetch anything +off,” and I think it had fetched the Colonel +off her heart by the time that the cleaning was +done.</p> + +<p>It had no such effect on mine. Lewis Lorraine +himself did not worship his uncle more devoutly +than I. Colonel Jervois had given me a new ideal. +It was possible, then, to be enthusiastic without +being unmanly; to live years out of England, and +come back more patriotic than many people who +stayed comfortably at home; to go forth into the +world and be the simpler as well as the wiser, the +softer as well as the stronger for the experience? +So it seemed. And yet Lewis had told me, with +such tears as Snuffy never made him shed, how +<!-- Page 179 -->tender his uncle was to his unworthiness, what +allowances he made for the worst that Lewis could +say of himself, and what hope he gave him of a good +and happy future.</p> + +<p>“He cried as bad as I did,” Lewis said, “and +begged me to forgive him for having trusted so +much to my other guardian. Do you know, Jack, +Snuffy regularly forged a letter like my handwriting, +to answer that one Uncle Eustace wrote, +which he kept back? He might well do such good +copies, and write the year of Our Lord with a swan +at the end of the last flourish! And you remember +what we heard about his having been in prison—but, +oh, dear! I don’t want to remember. He says +I am to forget, and he forbade me to talk about +Crayshaw’s, and said I was not to trouble my head +about anything that had happened there. He kept +saying, ‘Forget, my boy, forget! Say <span class="smcap">God</span> help me, +and look forward. While there’s life there’s always +the chance of a better life for every one. Forget! +forget!’”</p> + +<p>Lewis departed with his uncle. Charlie went +for two nights to the moors. Jem’s holidays had +not begun, and in our house we were “cleaning +down” after the Colonel as if he had been the +sweeps.</p> + +<p>I went to old Isaac for sympathy. He had +<!-- Page 180 -->become very rheumatic the last two years, but he +was as intelligent as ever, and into his willing ear +I poured all that I could tell of my hero, and +much that I only imagined.</p> + +<p>His sympathy met me more than half-way. The +villagers as a body were unbounded in their approval +of the Colonel, and Mrs. Irvine was even greedier +than old Isaac for every particular I could impart +respecting him.</p> + +<p>“He’s a <i>handsome</i> gentleman,” said the bee-master’s +wife, “and he passed us (my neighbour, +Mrs. Mettam, and me) as near, sir, as I am to you, +with a gold-headed stick in his hand, and them lads +following after him, for all the world like the Good +Shepherd and his flock.”</p> + +<p>I managed not to laugh, and old Isaac added, +“There’s a many in this village, sir, would have been +glad to have taken the liberty of expressing themselves +to the Colonel, and a <i>depitation</i> did get as far as your +father’s gates one night, but they turned bashful and +come home again. And I know, for one, Master +Jack, that if me and my missus had had a room fit to +offer one of them poor young gentlemen, I’d have +given a week’s wage to do it, and the old woman +would have been happy to her dying day.”</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XII" id="CHAPTER_XII"></a><!-- Page 181 -->CHAPTER XII.</h3> + +<p class="center"> +“<span class="smcap">God</span> help me! save I take my part<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.4em;">Of danger on the roaring sea,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -3.2em;">A devil rises in my heart,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.9em;">Far worse than any death to me.”</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 8em;" class="smcap">Tennyson’s</span> <i>Sailor-boy</i>.<br /> +</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> fact that my father had sent me back against +my will to a school where I had suffered so much and +learnt so little, ought perhaps to have drawn us together +when he discovered his mistake. Unfortunately +it did not. He was deeply annoyed with himself +for having been taken in by Snuffy, but he transferred +some of this annoyance to me, on grounds which cut +me to the soul, and which I fear I resented so much +that I was not in a mood that was favourable to +producing a better understanding between us. The +injustice which I felt so keenly was, that my father +reproached me with having what he called “kept +him in the dark” about the life at Crayshaw’s. At +my age I must have seen how wicked the man and +his system were.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 182 -->I reminded him that I had run away from them +once, and had told all that I dared, but that he would +not hear me then. He would not hear me now.</p> + +<p>“I don’t wish to discuss the subject. It is a very +painful one,” he said (and I believe it was as physically +distressing to him as the thought of Cripple +Charlie’s malformation). “I have no wish to force +your confidence when it is too late,” he added (and it +was this which I felt to be so hard). “I don’t blame +you; you have other friends who suit you better, but +you have never been fully open with me. All I can +say is, if Mr. Wood was better informed than I have +been, and did not acquaint me, he has behaved in a +manner which—— There—don’t speak! we’ll dismiss +the subject. You have suffered enough, if you +have not acted as I should have expected you to act. +I blame myself unutterably, and I hope I see my way +to such a comfortable and respectable start in life for +you that these three years in that vile place may not +be to your permanent disadvantage.”</p> + +<p>I was just opening my lips to thank him, when he +got up and went to his tall desk, where he took a pinch +of snuff, and then added as he turned away, “Thank +<span class="smcap">God</span> I have <i>one</i> son who is frank with his father!”</p> + +<p>My lips were sealed in an instant. This, then, +was my reward for that hard journey of escape, with +Jem on my back, which had only saved him; for +<!-- Page 183 -->having stifled envy in gladness for his sake, when (in +those bits of our different holidays which overlapped +each other) I saw and felt the contrast between our +opportunities; for having suffered my harder lot in +silence that my mother might not fret, when I felt +certain that my father would not interfere! My heart +beat as if it would have pumped the tears into my +eyes by main force, but I kept them back, and said +steadily enough, “Is that all, sir?”</p> + +<p>My father did not look up, but he nodded his +head and said, “Yes; you may go.”</p> + +<p>As I went he called me back.</p> + +<p>“Are you going to the farm this afternoon?”</p> + +<p>To my own infinite annoyance I blushed as I +answered, “I was going to sit with Charlie a bit, +unless you have any objection.”</p> + +<p>“Not at all. I only asked for information. I +have no wish to interfere with any respectable friends +you may be disposed to give your confidence to. But +I should like it to be understood that either your +mother or I must have some knowledge of your +movements.”</p> + +<p>“Mother knew quite well I was going!” I exclaimed +“Why, I’ve got a parcel to take to Mrs. +Wood from her.”</p> + +<p>“Very good. There’s no occasion to display +temper. Shut the door after you.”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 184 -->I shut it very gently. (If three years at Crayshaw’s +had taught me nothing else, it had taught me +much self-control.) Then I got away to the first +hiding-place I could find, and buried my head upon +my arms. Would not a beating from Snuffy have +been less hard to bear? Surely sore bones from those +one despises are not so painful as a sore heart from +those one loves.</p> + +<p>Our household affections were too sound at the +core for the mere fact of displeasing my father not to +weigh heavily on my soul. But I could not help +defending myself in my own mind against what I +knew to be injustice.</p> + +<p>Jem “frank with his father”? Well he might be, +when our father’s partiality met him half-way at every +turn. <i>That</i> was no fancy of mine. I had the clearest +of childish remembrances of an occasion when I +wanted to do something which our farming-man +thought my father would not approve, and how when +I urged the fact that Jem had already done it with +impunity, he shook his head wiseacrely, and said, +“Aye, aye, Master Jack. But ye know they say some +folks may steal a horse, when other folks mayn’t look +over the hedge.”</p> + +<p>The vagueness of “some folks” and “other folks” +had left the proverb dark to my understanding when I +heard it, but I remembered it till I understood it.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 185 -->I never was really jealous of Jem. He was far +too good-natured and unspoilt, and I was too fond of +him. Besides which, if the mental tone of our country +lives was at rather a dull level, it was also wholesomely +unfavourable to the cultivation of morbid grievances, +or the dissection of one’s own hurt feelings. If I had +told anybody about me, from my dear mother down +to our farming-man, that I was misunderstood and +wanted sympathy, I should probably have been answered +that many a lad of my age was homeless and +wanted boots. As a matter of reasoning the reply +would have been defective, but for practical purposes +it would have been much to the point. And it is fair +to this rough-and-ready sort of philosophy to defend it +from a common charge of selfishness. It was not +that I should have been the happier because another +lad was miserable, but that an awakened sympathy +with his harder fate would tend to dwarf egotistic +absorption in my own. Such considerations, in short, +are no justification of those who are responsible for +needless evil or neglected good, but they are handy +helps to those who suffer from them, and who feel +sadly sorry for themselves.</p> + +<p>I am sure the early-begun and oft-reiterated teaching +of daily thankfulness for daily blessing was very +useful to me at Crayshaw’s and has been useful to me +ever since. With my dear mother herself it was +<!-- Page 186 -->merely part of that pure and constant piety which ran +through her daily life, like a stream that is never +frozen and never runs dry. In me it had no such +grace, but it was an early-taught good habit (as instinctive +as any bodily habit) to feel—“Well, I’m +thankful things are not so with me;” as quickly as +“Ah, it might have been thus!” Looking at the fates +and fortunes and dispositions of other boys, I had, +even at Snuffy’s “much to be thankful for” as well as +much to endure, and it was a good thing for me that +I could balance the two. For if the grace of thankfulness +does not solve the riddles of life, it lends a +willing shoulder to its common burdens.</p> + +<p>I certainly had needed all my philosophy at home +as well as at school. It was hard to come back, one +holiday-time after another, ignorant except for books +that I devoured in the holidays, and for my own independent +studies of maps, and an old geography +book at Snuffy’s from which I was allowed to give +lessons to the lowest form; rough in looks, and dress, +and manners (I knew it, but it requires some self-respect +even to use a nail-brush, and self-respect was +next door to impossible at Crayshaw’s); and with my +north-country accent deepened, and my conversation +disfigured by slang which, not being fashionable slang, +was as inadmissible as thieves’ lingo; it was hard, I +say, to come back thus, and meet dear old Jem, and +<!-- Page 187 -->generally one at least of his school-fellows whom he +had asked to be allowed to invite—both of them well +dressed, well cared for, and well mannered, full of +games that were not in fashion at Crayshaw’s, and +slang as “correct” as it was unintelligible.</p> + +<p>Jem’s heart was as true to me as ever, but he was +not so thin-skinned as I am. He was never a fellow +who worried himself much about anything, and I +don’t think it struck him I could feel hurt or lonely. +He would say, “I say, Jack, what a beastly way your +hair is cut. I wish Father would let you come to our +school:” or, “Don’t say it was a dirty trick—say it +was a beastly chouse, or something of that sort. +We’re awfully particular about talking at ——’s, and +I don’t want Cholmondley to hear you.”</p> + +<p>Jem was wonderfully polished-up himself, and as +pugnacious on behalf of all the institutions of his +school as he had once been about our pond. I got +my hair as near right as one cutting and the town +hair-cutter could bring it, and mended my manners +and held my own with good temper. When it came +to feats of skill or endurance, I more than held my +own. Indeed, I so amazed one very “swell” little +friend of Jem’s whose mother (a titled lady) had +allowed him to spend part of the summer holidays +with Jem for change of air, that he vowed I must go +and stay with him in the winter, and do juggler and +<!-- Page 188 -->acrobat at their Christmas theatricals. But he may +have reported me as being rough as well as ready, for +her ladyship never ratified the invitation. Not that I +would have left home at Christmas, and not that I +lacked pleasure in the holidays. But other fashions +of games and speech and boyish etiquette lay between +me and Jem; hospitality, if not choice, kept him +closely with his school-fellows, and neither they nor he +had part in the day-dreams of my soul.</p> + +<p>For the spell of the Penny Numbers had not +grown weaker as I grew older. In the holidays I +came back to them as to friends. At school they +made the faded maps on Snuffy’s dirty walls alive with +visions, and many a night as I lay awake with pain +and over-weariness in the stifling dormitory, my +thoughts took refuge not in dreams of home nor in +castles of the air, but in phantom ships that sailed for +ever round the world.</p> + +<p>The day of the interview with my father I roused +myself from my grievances to consider a more +practical question. Why should I not go to sea? +No matter whose fault it was, there was no doubt +that I was ill-educated, and that I did not please my +father as Jem did. On the other hand I was strong +and hardy, nimble and willing to obey; and I had +roughed it enough, in all conscience. I must have ill +luck indeed, if I lit upon a captain more cruel than +<!-- Page 189 -->Mr. Crayshaw. I did not know exactly how it was to +be accomplished, but I knew enough to know that I +could not aim at the Royal Navy. Of course I should +have preferred it. I had never seen naval officers, but +if they were like officers in the army, like Colonel +Jervois, for instance, it was with such a port and +bearing that I would fain have carried myself when +I grew up to be a man. I guessed, however, that +money and many other considerations might make it +impossible for me to be a midshipman; but I had +heard of boys being apprenticed to merchant-vessels, +and I resolved to ask my father if he would so +apprentice me.</p> + +<p>He refused, and he accompanied his refusal with +an unfavourable commentary on my character and +conduct, which was not the less bitter because the +accusations were chiefly general.</p> + +<p>This sudden fancy for the sea—well, if it were not +a sudden fancy, but a dream of my life, what a painful +instance it afforded of my habitual want of frankness!—This +long-concealed project which I had suddenly +brought to the surface—I had talked about it to my +mother years ago, had I, but it had distressed her, +and even to my father, but he had snubbed me?—then +I had been deliberately fostering aims and plans +to which I had always known that my parents would +be opposed. My father didn’t believe a word of it. +<!-- Page 190 -->It was the old story. I must be peculiar at any price. +I must have something new to amuse me, and be unlike +the rest of the family. It was always the same. +For years I had found more satisfaction from the conversation +of a man who had spent ten years of his life +in the hulks than from that of my own father. Then +this Indian Colonel had taken my fancy, and it had +made him sick to see the womanish—he could call it +no better, the <i>weak-womanish</i>—way in which I worshipped +him. If I were a daughter instead of a son, +my caprices would distress and astonish him less. He +could have sent me to my mother, and my mother +might have sent me to my needle. In a son, from +whom he looked for manly feeling and good English +common-sense, it was painful in the extreme. Vanity, +the love of my own way, and want of candour—(my +father took a pinch of snuff between each count of the +indictment)—these were my besetting sins, and would +lead me into serious trouble. This new fad, just, too, +when he had made most favourable arrangements for +my admission into my Uncle Henry’s office as the first +step in a prosperous career. I didn’t know; didn’t I? +Perhaps not. Perhaps I had been at the Woods’ +when he and my mother were speaking of it. But +now I did know. The matter was decided, and he +hoped I should profit by my opportunities. I might +go, and I was to shut the door after me.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 191 -->I omit what my father said of the matter from a +religious point of view, though he accused me of flying +in the face of Providence as well as the Fifth Commandment. +The piety which kept a pure and <span class="smcap">God</span>-fearing +atmosphere about my home, and to which I +owe all the strength I have found against evil since I +left it, was far too sincere in both my parents for me +to speak of any phase of it with disrespect. Though +I may say here that I think it is to be wished that +more good people exercised judgment as well as faith +in tracing the will of Heaven in their own. Practically +I did not even then believe that I was more “called” +to that station of life which was to be found in Uncle +Henry’s office, than to that station of life which I +should find on board a vessel in the Merchant Service, +and it only discredited truth in my inmost soul when +my father put his plans for my career in that light. +Just as I could not help feeling it unfair that a commandment +which might have been fairly appealed to +if I had disobeyed him, should be used against me in +argument because I disagreed with him.</p> + +<p>I did disagree with him utterly. Uncle Henry’s +office was a gloomy place, where I had had to endure +long periods of waiting as a child when my mother +took us in to the dentist, and had shopping and visiting +of uncertain length to do. Uncle Henry himself +was no favourite with me. He was harder than my +<!-- Page 192 -->father if you vexed him, and less genial when you +didn’t. And I wanted to go to sea. But it did not +seem a light matter to me to oppose my parents, and +they were both against me. My dear mother was +thrown into the profoundest distress by the bare +notion. In her view to be at sea was merely to run +an imminent and ceaseless risk of shipwreck; and +even this jeopardy of life and limb was secondary to +the dangers that going ashore in foreign places would +bring upon my mind and morals.</p> + +<p>So when my father spoke kindly to me at supper, +and said that he had arranged with Mr. Wood that I +should read with him for two hours every evening, in +preparation for my future life as an articled clerk, my +heart was softened. I thanked him gratefully, and +resolved for my own part to follow what seemed to be +the plain path of duty, though it led to Uncle Henry’s +office, and not out into the world.</p> + +<p>The capacity in which I began life in Uncle +Henry’s office was that of office boy, and the situation +was attended in my case with many favourable conditions. +Uncle Henry wished me to sleep on the +premises, as my predecessor had done, but an accidental +circumstance led to my coming home daily, +which I infinitely preferred. This was nothing less +than an outbreak of boils all over me, upon which, +every domestic application having failed, and gallons +<!-- Page 193 -->of herb tea only making me worse, Dr. Brown was +called in, and pronounced my health in sore need of +restoration. The regimen of Crayshaw’s was not to +be recovered from in a day, and the old doctor would +not hear of my living altogether in the town. If I +went to the office at all, he said, I must ride in early, +and ride out in the evening. So much fresh air and +exercise were imperative, and I must eat two solid +meals a day under no less careful an eye than that of +my mother.</p> + +<p>She was delighted. She thought (even more than +usual) that Doctor Brown was a very Solomon in +spectacles, and I quite agreed with her. The few +words that followed gave a slight shock to her favourable +opinion of his wisdom, but I need hardly say +that it confirmed mine.</p> + +<p>He had given me a kindly slap on the shoulder, +which happened at that moment to be the sorest +point in my body, and I was in no small pain from +head to foot. I only tightened my lips, but I suppose +he bethought himself of what he had done, and he +looked keenly at me and said, “You can bear pain, +Master Jack?”</p> + +<p>“Oh, Jack’s a very brave boy,” said my dear +mother. “Indeed, he’s only too brave. He upset +his father and me terribly last week by wanting to go +to sea instead of to the office.”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 194 -->“And much better for him, ma’am,” said the old +doctor, promptly; “he’ll make a first-rate sailor, and +if Crayshaw’s is all the schooling he’s had, a very +indifferent clerk.”</p> + +<p>“That’s just what I think!” I began, but my +mother coloured crimson with distress, and I stopped, +and went after her worsted ball which she had +dropped, whilst she appealed to Doctor Brown.</p> + +<p>“Pray don’t say so, Doctor Brown. Jack is <i>very</i> +good, and it’s all <i>quite</i> decided. I couldn’t part with +him, and his father would be <i>so</i> annoyed if the +subject——”</p> + +<p>“Tut, tut, ma’am!” said the doctor, pocketing his +spectacles; “I never interfere with family affairs, and +I never repeat what I hear. The first rules of the +profession, young gentleman, and very good general +rules for anybody.”</p> + +<p>I got quite well again, and my new life began. I +rode in and out of the town every day on Rob Roy, +our red-haired pony. After tea I went to the farm to +be taught by Mr. Wood, and at every opportunity I +devoured such books as I could lay my hands on. I +fear I had very little excuse for not being contented +now. And yet I was not content.</p> + +<p>It seems absurd to say that the drains had anything +to do with it, but the horrible smell which +pervaded the office added to the distastefulness of the +<!-- Page 195 -->place, and made us all feel ill and fretful, except my +uncle, and Moses Benson, the Jew clerk. He was +never ill, and he said he smelt nothing; which shows +that one may have a very big nose to very little +purpose.</p> + +<p>My uncle pooh-poohed the unwholesome state of +the office, for two reasons which certainly had some +weight. The first was that he himself had been there +for five-and-twenty years without suffering by it; and +the second was, that the defects of drainage were so +radical that (the place belonging to that period of +house-building when the system of drainage was often +worse than none at all) half the premises, if not half +the street, would have to be pulled down for any +effectual remedy. So it was left as it was, and when +Mr. Burton, the head clerk, had worse headaches than +usual, he used to give me sixpence for chloride of +lime, which I distributed at my discretion, and on +those days Moses Benson used generally to say that +he “fancied he smelt something.”</p> + +<p>Moses Benson was an articled clerk to my uncle, +but he had no pretensions to be considered a gentleman. +His father kept a small shop where second-hand +watches were the most obvious goods; but the +old man was said to have money, though the watches +did not seem to sell very fast, and his son had duly +qualified for his post, and had paid a good premium. +<!-- Page 196 -->Moses was only two or three years older than I, not +that I could have told anything about his age from +his looks. He was sallow, and had a big nose; his +hands were fat, his feet were small, and I think his +head was large, but perhaps his hair made it look +larger than it was, for it was thick and very black, and +though it was curly, it was not like Jem’s; the curls +were more like short ringlets, and if he bent over his +desk they hid his forehead, and when he put his head +back to think, they lay on his coat-collar. And I +suppose it was partly because he could not smell with +his nose, that he used such very strong hair-oil, and so +much of it. It used to make his coat-collar in a +horrid state, but he always kept a little bottle of +“scouring drops” on the ledge of his desk, and when +it got very bad, I knelt behind him on the corner of +his stool and scoured his coat-collar with a little bit of +flannel. Not that I did it half so well as he could. +He wore very odd-looking clothes, but he took great +care of them, and was always touching them up, and +“reviving” his hat with one of Mrs. O’Flannagan’s +irons. He used to sell bottles of the scouring drops +to the other clerks, and once he got me to get my +mother to buy some. He gave me a good many little +odd jobs to do for him, but he always thanked me, +and from the beginning to the end of our acquaintance +he was invariably kind.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 197 -->I remember a very odd scene that happened at +the beginning of it.</p> + +<p>Mr. Burton (the other clerk, whose time was to +expire the following year, which was to make a +vacancy for me) was a very different man from Moses +Benson. He was respectably connected, and looked +down on “the Jew-boy,” but he was hot-tempered, +and rather slow-witted, and I think Moses could +manage him; and I think it was he who kept their +constant “tiffs” from coming to real quarrels.</p> + +<p>One day, very soon after I began office-life, +Benson sent me out to get him some fancy notepaper, +and when I came back I saw the red-haired +Mr. Burton standing by the desk and looking rather +more sickly and cross than usual. I laid down the +paper and the change, and asked if Benson wanted +anything else. He thanked me exceedingly kindly, +and said, “No,” and I went out of the enclosure and +back to the corner where I had been cutting out +some newspaper extracts for my uncle. At the same +time I drew from under my overcoat which was lying +there, an old railway volume of one of Cooper’s +novels which Charlie had lent me. I ought not to +have been reading novels in office-hours, but I had +had to stop short last night because my candle went +out just at the most exciting point, and I had had +no time to see what became of everybody before I +<!-- Page 198 -->started for town in the morning. I could bear +suspense no longer, and plunged into my book.</p> + +<p>How it was in these circumstances that I heard +what the two clerks were saying, I don’t know. They +talked constantly in these open enclosures, when they +knew I was within hearing. On this occasion I +suppose they thought I had gone out, and it was +some minutes before I discovered that they were +talking of me. Burton spoke first, and in an irritated +tone.</p> + +<p>“You treat this young shaver precious different to +the last one.”</p> + +<p>The Jew spoke very softly, and with an occasional +softening of the consonants in his words. “How +obsherving you are!” said he.</p> + +<p>Burton snorted. “It don’t take much observation +to see that. But I suppose you have your reasons. +You Jews are always so sly. That’s how you get on +so, I suppose.”</p> + +<p>“You Gentiles,” replied Moses (and the Jew’s +voice had tones which gave him an infinite advantage +in retaliating scorn), “you Gentiles would do as well +as we do if you were able to foresee and knew how to +wait. You have all the selfishness for success, my +dear, but the gifts of prophecy and patience are +wanting to you.”</p> + +<p>“That’s nothing to do with your little game about +<!-- Page 199 -->the boy,” said Burton; “however, I suppose you can +keep your own secrets.”</p> + +<p>“I have no secrets,” said Moses gently. “And +if you take my advice, you never will have. If you +have no secrets, my dear, they will never be found +out. If you tell your little designs, your best friends +will be satisfied, and will not invent less creditable +ones for you.”</p> + +<p>“If they did, you’d talk ’em down,” said Burton +roughly. “Short of a woman I never met such a +hand at jaw. You’ll be in Parliament yet——” (“It +is possible!” said the Jew hastily,) “with that long +tongue of yours. But you haven’t told us about the +boy, for all you’ve said.”</p> + +<p>“About this boy,” said Moses, “a proverb will be +shorter than my jaw. ‘The son of the house is not +a servant for ever.’ As to the other—he was taken +for charity and dismissed for theft, is it not so? +He came from the dirt, and he went back to the +dirt. They often do. Why should I be civil to +him?”</p> + +<p>What reply Mr. Burton would have made to this +question I had no opportunity of judging. My uncle +called him, and he ran hastily up-stairs. And when +he had gone, the Jew came slowly out, and crossed +the office as if he were going into the street. By this +time my conscience was pricking hard, and I shoved +<!-- Page 200 -->my book under my coat and called to him: “Mr. +Benson.”</p> + +<p>“You?” he said.</p> + +<p>“I am very sorry,” I stammered, blushing, “but +I heard what you were saying. I did not mean to +listen. I thought you knew that I was there.”</p> + +<p>“It is of no importance,” he said, turning away; +“I have no secrets.”</p> + +<p>But I detained him.</p> + +<p>“Mr. Benson! Tell me, please. You <i>were</i> talking +about me, weren’t you? What did you mean +about the son of the house not being a servant for ever?”</p> + +<p>He hesitated for an instant, and then turned round +and came nearer to me.</p> + +<p>“It is true, is it not?” he said. “Next year you +may be clerk. In time you may be your uncle’s confidential +clerk, which I should like to be myself. +You may eventually be partner, as I should like to +be; and in the long run you may succeed him, as +I should like to do. It is a good business, my +dear, a sound business, a business of which much, +very much, more might be made. You might die +rich, very rich. You might be mayor, you might be +Member, you might—but what is the use? <i>You will +not.</i> You do not see it, though I am telling you. +You will not wait for it, though it would come. +What is that book you hid when I came in?”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 201 -->“It is about North American Indians,” said I, +dragging it forth. “I am very sorry, but I left off +last night at such an exciting bit.”</p> + +<p>The Jew was thumbing the pages, with his black +ringlets close above them.</p> + +<p>“Novels in office-hours!” said he; but he was +very good-natured about it, and added, “I’ve one or +two books at home, if you’re fond of this kind of +reading, and will promise me not to forget your +duties.”</p> + +<p>“Oh, I promise!” said I.</p> + +<p>“I’ll put them under my desk in the corner,” he +said; “indeed, I would part with some of them for a +trifle.”</p> + +<p>I thanked him warmly, but what he had said was +still hanging in my mind, and I added, “Are there real +prophets among the Jews now-a-days, Mr. Benson?”</p> + +<p>“They will make nothing by it, if there are,” said +he; and there was a tone of mysteriousness in his +manner of speaking which roused my romantic curiosity. +“A few of ush (very few, my dear!) mould +our own fates, and the lives of the rest are moulded +by what men have within them rather than by what +they find without. If there were a true prophet in +every market-place to tell each man of his future, it +would not alter the destinies of seven men in thish wide +world.”</p> + +<p><!-- Page 202 -->As Moses spoke the swing door was pushed open, +and one of my uncle’s clients entered. He was an +influential man, and a very tall one. The Jew bent +his ringlets before him, almost beneath his elbow, and +slipped out as he came in.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h3><a name="CHAPTER_XIII" id="CHAPTER_XIII"></a><!-- Page 203 -->CHAPTER XIII.</h3> + +<p class="center"> +<span style="margin-left: -2em;">“Then, hey for boot and horse, lad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: -2.5em;">And round the world away!</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0em;">Young blood must have its course, lad,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 2.5em;">And every dog his day.”—</span><span class="smcap">C. Kingsley.</span><br /> +</p> + + +<p><span class="smcap">Moses</span> Benson was as good as his word in the matter +of books of adventure. Dirty books, some without +backs, and some with very greasy ones (for which, if +I bought them, I seldom paid more than half-price), +but full of dangers and discoveries, the mightiness of +manhood, and the wonders of the world. I read +them at odd moments of my working hours, and +dreamed of them when I went home to bed. And +it was more fascinating still to look out, with Charlie’s +help, in the Penny Numbers, for the foreign places, +and people, and creatures mentioned in the tales, and +to find that the truth was often stranger than the +fiction.</p> + +<p>To live a fancy-life of adventure in my own head, +was not merely an amusement to me at this time—it +was a refuge. Matters did not really improve between +<!-- Page 204 -->me and my father, though I had obeyed his wishes. +It was by his arrangement that I spent so much of +my time at home with the Woods, and yet it remained +a grievance that I liked to do so. Whether my dear +mother had given up all hopes of my becoming a +genius I do not know, but my father’s contempt for +my absorption in a book was unabated. I felt this +if he came suddenly upon me with my head in my +hands and my nose in a tattered volume; and if I +went on with my reading it was with a sense of being +in the wrong, whilst if I shut up the book and tried +to throw myself into outside interests, my father’s +manner showed me that my efforts had only discredited +my candour.</p> + +<p>As is commonly the case, it was chiefly little things +that pulled the wrong way of the stuff of life between +us, but they pulled it very much askew. I was +selfishly absorbed in my own dreams, and I think my +dear father made a mistake which is a too common +bit of tyranny between people who love each other +and live together. He was not satisfied with my +<i>doing</i> what he liked, he expected me to <i>be</i> what +he liked, that is, to be another person instead of +myself. Wives and daughters seem now and then to +respond to this expectation as to the call of duty, and +to become inconsistent echoes, odd mixtures of severity +and hesitancy, hypocrites on the highest grounds; but +<!-- Page 205 -->sons are not often so self-effacing, and it was not the +case with me. It was so much the case with my dear +mother, that she never was of the slightest use (which +she might have been) when my father and I misunderstood +each other. By my father’s views of the +moment she always hastily set her own, whether they +were fair or unfair to me; and she made up for it by +indulging me at every point that did not cross an expressed +wish of my father’s, or that could not annoy +him because he was not there. She never held the +scales between us.</p> + +<p>And yet it was the thought of her which kept me +from taking my fate into my own hands again and +again. To have obeyed my father seemed to have +done so little towards making him satisfied with me, +that I found no consolation at home for the distastefulness +of the office; and more than once I resolved +to run away, and either enlist or go to Liverpool +(which was at no great distance from us) and get on +board some vessel that was about to sail for other +lands. But when I thought of my mother’s distress, +I could not face it, and I let my half-formed projects +slide again.</p> + +<p>Oddly enough, it was Uncle Henry who brought +matters to a crisis. I think my father was disappointed +(though he did not blame me) that I secured +no warmer a place in Uncle Henry’s affections than I +<!-- Page 206 -->did. Uncle Henry had no children, and if he took a +fancy to me and I pleased him, such a career as the +Jew-clerk had sketched for me would probably be +mine. This dawned on me by degrees through +chance remarks from my father and the more open +comments of friends. For good manners with us +were not of a sensitively refined order, and to be +clapped on the back with—“Well, Jack, you’ve got +into a good berth, I hear. I suppose you look to succeed +your uncle some day?” was reckoned a friendly +familiarity rather than an offensive impertinence.</p> + +<p>I learned that my parents had hoped that, as I +was his nephew, Uncle Henry would take me as +clerk without the usual premium. Indeed, when my +uncle first urged my going to him, he had more than +hinted that he should not expect a premium with his +brother’s son. But he was fond of his money (of +which he had plenty), and when people are that, they +are apt to begin to grudge, if there is time, between +promise and performance. Uncle Henry had a +whole year in which to think about foregoing two or +three hundred pounds, and as it drew to a close, it +seemed to worry him to such a degree, that he proposed +to take me for half the usual premium instead +of completely remitting it; and he said something +about my being a stupid sort of boy, and of very +little use to him for some time to come. He said it +<!-- Page 207 -->to justify himself for drawing back, I am quite sure, +but it did me no good at home.</p> + +<p>My father had plenty of honourable pride, and +he would hear of no compromise. He said that he +should pay the full premium for me that Uncle Henry’s +other clerks had had to pay, and from this no revulsion +of feeling on my uncle’s part would move him. +He was quite bland with Uncle Henry, and he was +not quite bland towards me.</p> + +<p>When I fairly grasped the situation (and I contrived +to get a pretty clear account of it from my +mother), there rushed upon me the conviction that +a new phase had come over my prospects. When I +put aside my own longings for my father’s will; and +every time that office life seemed intolerable to me, +and I was tempted to break my bonds, and thought +better of it and settled down again, this thought had +always remained behind: “I will try; and if the +worst comes to the worst, and I really cannot settle +down into a clerk, I can but run away then.” But +circumstances had altered my case, I felt that now I +must make up my mind for good and all. My father +would have to make some little sacrifices to find the +money, and when it was once paid, I could not let it +be in vain. Come what might, I must stick to the +office then, and for life.</p> + +<p>Some weeks passed whilst I was turning this over +<!-- Page 208 -->and over in my mind. I was constantly forgetting +things in the office, but Moses Benson helped me out +of every scrape. He was kinder and kinder, so that I +often felt sorry that I could not feel fonder of him, and +that his notions of fun and amusement only disgusted +me instead of making us friends. They convinced +me of one thing. My dear mother’s chief dread +about my going out of my own country was for the +wicked ways I might learn in strange lands. A town +with an unpronounceable name suggested foreign +iniquities to her tender fears, but our own town, where +she and everybody we knew bought everything we +daily used, did not frighten her at all. I did not tell +her, but I was quite convinced myself that I might +get pretty deep into mischief in my idle hours, even if +I lived within five miles of home, and had only my +uncle’s clerks for my comrades.</p> + +<p>During these weeks Jem came home for the +holidays. He was at a public school now, which +many of our friends regarded as an extravagant folly +on my father’s part. We had a very happy time +together, and this would have gone far to keep me at +home, if it had not, at the same time, deepened my +disgust with our town, and my companions in the +office. In plain English, the training of two good +schools, and the society of boys superior to himself, +had made a gentleman of Jem, and the contrast be<!-- Page 209 -->tween +his looks and ways, and manners, and those of +my uncle’s clerks were not favourable to the latter. +How proud my father was of him! With me he was +in a most irritable mood; and one grumble to which I +heard him give utterance, that it was very inconvenient +to have to pay this money just at the most expensive +period of Jem’s education, went heavily into the +scale for running away. And that night, as it happened, +Jem and I sat up late, and had a long and +loving chat. He abused the office to my heart’s content, +and was very sympathetic when I told him that +I had wished to go to sea, and how my father had +refused to allow me.</p> + +<p>“I think he made a great mistake,” said Jem; and +he told me of “a fellow’s brother” that he knew +about, who was in the Merchant Service, and how well +he was doing. “It’s not even as if Uncle Henry were +coming out generously,” he added.</p> + +<p>Dear, dear! How pleasant it was to hear somebody +else talk on my side of the question. And who +was I that I should rebuke Jem for calling our worthy +uncle a curmudgeon, and stigmatising the Jew-clerk as +a dirty beast? I really dared not tell him that Moses +grew more familiar as my time to be articled drew +near; that he called me Jack Sprat, and his dearest +friend, and offered to procure me the “silver-top” +(or champagne)—which he said I must “stand” on +<!-- Page 210 -->the day I took my place at the fellow desk to his—of +the first quality and at less than cost price; and that +he had provided me gratis with a choice of “excuses” +(they were unblushing lies) to give to our good +mother for spending that evening in town, and “having +a spree.”</p> + +<p>From my affairs we came to talk of Jem’s, and I +found that even he, poor chap! was not without his +troubles. He confided to me, with many expressions +of shame and vexation, that he had got into debt, but +having brought home good reports and even a prize on +this occasion, he hoped to persuade my father to pay +what he owed.</p> + +<p>“You see, Jack, he’s awfully good to me, but he +will do things his own way, and what’s worse, the way +they were done in his young days. You remember the +row we had about his giving me an allowance? He +didn’t want to, because he never had one, only tips +from his governor when the old gentleman was pleased +with him. And he said it was quite enough to send +me to such a good and expensive school, and I ought +to think of that, and not want more because I had got +much. We’d an awful row, for I thought it was so +unfair his making out I was greedy and ungrateful, and +I told him so, and I said I was quite game to go to a +cheap school if he liked, only wherever I was I did +want to be ‘like the other fellows.’ I begged him to +<!-- Page 211 -->take me away and to let me go somewhere cheap with +you; and I said, if the fellows there had no allowances, +we could do without. As I told him, it’s not the +beastly things that you buy that you care about, only +of course you don’t like to be the only fellow who can’t +buy ’em. So then he came round, and said I should +have an allowance, but I must do with a very small +one. So I said, Very well, then I mustn’t go in for the +games. Then he wouldn’t have that; so then I made +out a list of what the subscriptions are to cricket, and +so on, and then your flannels and shoes, and it came +to double what he offered me. He said it was simply +disgraceful that boys shouldn’t be able to be properly +educated, and have an honest game at cricket for the +huge price he paid, without the parents being fleeced +for all sorts of extravagances at exorbitant prices. +And I know well enough it’s disgraceful, what we have +to pay for school books and for things of all sorts you +have to get in the town; but, as I said to the governor, +why don’t you kick up a dust with the head master, or +write to the papers—what’s the good of rowing us? +One must have what other fellows have, and get ’em +where other fellows get ’em. But he never did—I +wish he would. I should enjoy fighting old Pompous +if I were in his place. But they’re as civil as butter +to each other, and then old Pompous goes on +feathering his nest, and backing up the tradespeople, +<!-- Page 212 -->and the governor pitches into the young men of the +present day.”</p> + +<p>“He did give you the bigger allowance, didn’t +he?” said I, at this pause in Jem’s rhetoric.</p> + +<p>“Yes, he did. He’s awfully good to me. But +you know, Jack, he never paid it quite all, and he +never paid it quite in time. I found out from my +mother he did it on purpose to make me value it +more, and be more careful. Doesn’t it seem odd he +shouldn’t see that I can’t pay the subscriptions a few +shillings short or a few days late? One must find the +money somehow, and then one has to pay for that, +and then you’re short, and go on tick, and it runs up, +and then they dun you, and you’re cleaned out, and +there you are!”</p> + +<p>At which climax old Jem laid his curly head on his +arms, and I began to think very seriously.</p> + +<p>“How much do you owe?”</p> + +<p>Jem couldn’t say. He thought he could reckon +up, so I got a pencil and made a list from his dictation, +and from his memory, which was rather vague. When +it was done (and there seemed to be a misty margin +beyond), I was horrified. “Why, my dear fellow!” I +exclaimed, “if you’d had your allowance ever so +regularly, it wouldn’t have covered this sort of thing.”</p> + +<p>“I know, I know,” said poor Jem, clutching +remorsefully at his curls. “I’ve been a regular fool! +<!-- Page 213 -->Jack! whatever you do—never tick. It’s the very +mischief. You never know what you owe, and so +you feel vague and order more. And you never know +what you don’t owe, which is worse, for sometimes +you’re in such despair, it would be quite a relief to +catch some complaint and die. It’s like going about +with a stone round your neck, and nobody kind +enough to drown you. I can’t stand any more of it. +I shall make a clean breast to Father, and if he can’t +set me straight, I won’t go back; I’ll work on the +farm sooner, and let him pay my bills instead of my +schooling—and serve old Pompous right.”</p> + +<p>Poor Jem! long after he had cheered up and gone +to bed, I sat up and thought. When my premium +was paid where was the money for Jem’s debts to +come from? And would my father be in the humour +to pay them? If he did not, Jem would not go back +to school. Of that I was quite certain. Jem had +thought over his affairs, which was an effort for him, +but he always thought in one direction. His thoughts +never went backwards and forwards as mine did. If +he had made up his mind, there was no more prospect +of his changing it than if he had been my father. And +if the happy terms between them were broken, and +Jem’s career checked when he was doing so well!—the +scales that weighed my own future were becoming +very uneven now.</p> + +<p><!-- Page 214 -->I clasped my hands and thought. If I ran away, +the money would be there for Jem’s debts, and his +errors would look pale in the light of my audacity, and +he would be dearer than ever at home, whilst for me +were freedom, independence (for I had not a doubt +of earning bread-and-cheese, if only as a working +man): perhaps a better understanding with my father +when I had been able to prove my courage and +industry, or even when he got the temperate and +dutiful letter I meant to post to him when I was fairly +off; and beyond all, the desire of my eyes, the sight of +the world.</p> + +<p>Should I stay now? And for what? To see old +Jem at logger-heads with my father, and perhaps +demoralized by an inferior school? To turn my own +back and shut my eyes for ever on all that the wide +seas embrace; my highest goal to be to grow as rich +as Uncle Henry or richer, and perhaps as mean or +meaner? Should I choose for life a life I hated, and +set seals to my choice by drinking silver-top with the +Jew-clerk?—No, Moses, no!</p> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<p>I got up soon after dawn and was in the garden at +sunrise the morning that I ran away. I had made +my plans carefully, and carried them out, so far with +success.</p> + +<p>Including the old miser’s bequest which his lawyer +<!-- Page 215 -->had paid, there were thirteen pounds to my name in +the town savings-bank, and this sum I had drawn out +to begin life with. I wrapped a five-pound note in a +loving letter to Jem, and put both into the hymn-book +on his shelf—I knew it would not be opened till +Sunday. Very few runaways have as much as eight +pounds to make a start with: and as one could not be +quite certain how my father would receive Jem’s +confession, I thought he might be glad of a few pounds +of his own, and I knew he had spent his share of the +miser’s money long ago.</p> + +<p>I meant to walk to a station about seven miles +distant, and there take train for Liverpool. I should +be clumsy indeed, I thought, if I could not stow away +on board some vessel, as hundreds of lads had done +before me, and make myself sufficiently useful to pay +my passage when I was found out.</p> + +<p>When I got into the garden I kicked my foot +against something in the grass. It was my mother’s +little gardening-fork. She had been tidying her pet +perennial border, and my father had called her hastily, +and she had left it half finished, and had forgotten the +fork. A few minutes more or less were of no great +importance to me, for it was very early, so I finished +the border quite neatly, and took the fork indoors.</p> + +<p>I put it in a corner of the hall where the light was +growing stronger and making familiar objects clear. +<!-- Page 216 -->In a house like ours and amongst people like us, +furniture was not chopped and changed and decorated +as it is now. The place had looked like this ever +since I could remember, and it would look like this +tomorrow morning, though my eyes would not see it. +I stood stupidly by the hall table where my father’s +gloves lay neatly one upon the other beside his hat. +I took them up, almost mechanically, and separated +them, and laid them together again finger to finger, and +thumb to thumb, and held them with a stupid sort of +feeling, as if I could never put them down and go away.</p> + +<p>What would my father’s face be like when he took +them up this very morning to go out and look for me? +and when—oh when!—should I see his face again?</p> + +<p>I began to feel what one is apt to learn too late, +that in childhood one takes the happiness of home for +granted, and kicks against the pricks of its grievances, +not having felt the far harder buffetings of the world. +Moreover (which one does not think of then), that +parental blunders and injustices are the mistakes and +tyrannies of a special love that one may go many +a mile on one’s own wilful way and not meet a second +time. Who—in the wide world—would care to be +bothered with my confidence, and blame me for +withholding it? Should I meet many people to whom +it would matter if we misunderstood each other? +Would anybody hereafter love me well enough to be +<!-- Page 217 -->disappointed in me? Would other men care so +much for my fate as to insist on guiding it by lines of +their own ruling?</p> + +<p>I pressed the gloves passionately against my eyes +to keep in the tears. If my day-dreams had been the +only question, I should have changed my mind now. +If the home grievances had been all, I should have +waited for time and patience to mend them. I could +not have broken all these heart-strings. I should +never have run away. But there was much more, and +my convictions were not changed, though I felt as if I +might have managed better as regards my father.</p> + +<p>Would he forgive me? I hoped and believed so. +Would my mother forgive me? I knew she would—as +<span class="smcap">God</span> forgives.</p> + +<p>And with the thought of her, I knelt down, and +put my head on the hall table and prayed from my +soul—not for fair winds, and prosperous voyages, and +good luck, and great adventures; but that it might +please <span class="smcap">God</span> to let me see Home again, and the faces +that I loved, ah, so dearly, after all!</p> + +<p>And then I got up, and crossed the threshold, and +went out into the world.</p> + + +<p class="center">END OF PART I.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap"><!-- Page 218 -->Richard Clay & Sons, Limited,<br /></span> +<span class="smcap">London & Bungay.</span></p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><!-- Page 219 --><i>The present Series of Mrs. Ewing’s Works is +the only authorized, complete, and uniform Edition +published.</i></p> + +<p><i>It will consist of 18 volumes, Small Crown +8vo, at 2s. 6d. per vol., issued, as far as possible, in +chronological order, and these will appear at the +rate of two volumes every two months, so that +the Series will be completed within 18 months. +The device of the cover was specially designed by +a Friend of Mrs. Ewing.</i></p> + +<p><i>The following is a list of the books included in +the Series—</i></p> + +<ol> +<li>MELCHIOR’S DREAM, AND OTHER TALES.</li> + +<li>MRS. OVERTHEWAY’S REMEMBRANCES.</li> + +<li>OLD-FASHIONED FAIRY TALES.</li> + +<li>A FLAT IRON FOR A FARTHING.</li> + +<li>THE BROWNIES, AND OTHER TALES.</li> + +<li>SIX TO SIXTEEN.</li> + +<li>LOB LIE-BY-THE-FIRE, AND OTHER TALES.</li> + +<li>JAN OF THE WINDMILL.</li> + +<li><!-- Page 220 -->VERSES FOR CHILDREN, AND SONGS.</li> + +<li>THE PEACE EGG—A CHRISTMAS MUMMING PLAY—HINTS FOR PRIVATE THEATRICALS, &c.</li> + +<li>A GREAT EMERGENCY, AND OTHER TALES.</li> + +<li>BROTHERS OF PITY, AND OTHER TALES OF BEASTS AND MEN.</li> + +<li>WE AND THE WORLD, Part I.</li> + +<li>WE AND THE WORLD, Part II.</li> + +<li>JACKANAPES—DADDY DARWIN’S DOVECOTE—THE STORY OF A SHORT LIFE.</li> + +<li>MARY’S MEADOW, AND OTHER TALES OF FIELDS AND FLOWERS.</li> + +<li>MISCELLANEA, including The Mystery of the Bloody Hand—Wonder Stories—Tales of the Khoja, and other translations.</li> + +<li>JULIANA HORATIA EWING AND HER BOOKS, with a selection from Mrs. Ewing’s Letters.</li> +</ol> +<hr style='width: 65%;' /> + +<p><span class="smcap">S.P.C.K., NORTHUMBERLAND AVENUE, LONDON, W.C.</span></p> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's We and the World, Part I, by Juliana Horatia Ewing + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WE AND THE WORLD, PART I *** + +***** This file should be named 18077-h.htm or 18077-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/1/8/0/7/18077/ + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Erik Bent, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: We and the World, Part I + A Book for Boys + +Author: Juliana Horatia Ewing + +Release Date: March 29, 2006 [EBook #18077] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WE AND THE WORLD, PART I *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Erik Bent, and the Online +Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + WE AND THE WORLD: + + A BOOK FOR BOYS. + + + PART I. + + + BY + JULIANA HORATIA EWING. + + + + SOCIETY FOR PROMOTING CHRISTIAN KNOWLEDGE, + LONDON: NORTHUMBERLAND AVENUE, W.C. + BRIGHTON: 129, NORTH STREET. + NEW YORK: E. & J.B. YOUNG & CO. + + + +[Published under the direction of the General Literature Committee.] + + + + + DEDICATED + TO MY TWELVE NEPHEWS, + WILLIAM, FRANCIS, STEPHEN, PHILIP, LEONARD, + GODFREY, AND DAVID SMITH; + REGINALD, NICHOLAS, AND IVOR GATTY; + ALEXANDER, AND CHARLES SCOTT GATTY. + + J.H.E. + + + + +WE AND THE WORLD. + + + + +CHAPTER I. + + "All these common features of English landscape evince a calm and + settled security, and hereditary transmission of home-bred virtues + and local attachments, that speak deeply and touchingly for the + moral character of the nation."--WASHINGTON IRVING'S _Sketch Book_. + + +It was a great saying of my poor mother's, especially if my father had +been out of spirits about the crops, or the rise in wages, or our +prospects, and had thought better of it again, and showed her the bright +side of things, "Well, my dear, I'm sure we've much to be thankful for." + +Which they had, and especially, I often think, for the fact that I was +not the eldest son. I gave them more trouble than I can think of with a +comfortable conscience as it was; but they had Jem to tread in my +father's shoes, and he was a good son to them--GOD bless him for it! + +I can remember hearing my father say--"It's bad enough to have Jack +with his nose in a book, and his head in the clouds, on a fine June +day, with the hay all out, and the glass falling: but if Jem had been a +lad of whims and fancies, I think it would have broken my poor old +heart." + +I often wonder what made me bother my head with books, and where the +perverse spirit came from that possessed me, and tore me, and drove me +forth into the world. It did not come from my parents. My mother's +family were far from being literary or even enterprising, and my +father's people were a race of small yeomen squires, whose talk was of +dogs and horses and cattle, and the price of hay. We were +north-of-England people, but not of a commercial or adventurous class, +though we were within easy reach of some of the great manufacturing +centres. Quiet country folk we were; old-fashioned, and boastful of our +old-fashionedness, albeit it meant little more than that our manners and +customs were a generation behindhand of the more cultivated folk, who +live nearer to London. We were proud of our name too, which is written +in the earliest registers and records of the parish, honourably +connected with the land we lived on; but which may be searched for in +vain in the lists of great or even learned Englishmen. + +It never troubled dear old Jem that there had not been a man of mark +among all the men who had handed on our name from generation to +generation. He had no feverish ambitions, and as to books, I doubt if +he ever opened a volume, if he could avoid it, after he wore out three +horn-books and our mother's patience in learning his letters--not even +the mottle-backed prayer-books which were handed round for family +prayers, and out of which we said the psalms for the day, verse about +with my father. I generally found the place, and Jem put his arm over my +shoulder and read with me. + +He was a yeoman born. I can just remember--when I was not three years +old and he was barely four--the fright our mother got from his fearless +familiarity with the beasts about the homestead. He and I were playing +on the grass-plat before the house when Dolly, an ill-tempered dun cow +we knew well by sight and name, got into the garden and drew near us. As +I sat on the grass--my head at no higher level than the buttercups in +the field beyond--Dolly loomed so large above me that I felt frightened +and began to cry. But Jem, only conscious that she had no business +there, picked up a stick nearly as big as himself, and trotted +indignantly to drive her out. Our mother caught sight of him from an +upper window, and knowing that the temper of the cow was not to be +trusted, she called wildly to Jem, "Come in, dear, quick! Come in! +Dolly's loose!" + +"I drive her out!" was Master Jem's reply; and with his little straw +hat well on the back of his head, he waddled bravely up to the cow, +flourishing his stick. The process interested me, and I dried my tears +and encouraged my brother; but Dolly looked sourly at him, and began to +lower her horns. + +"Shoo! shoo!" shouted Jem, waving his arms in farming-man fashion, and +belabouring Dolly's neck with the stick. "Shoo! shoo!" + +Dolly planted her forefeet, and dipped her head for a push, but catching +another small whack on her face, and more authoritative "Shoos!" she +changed her mind, and swinging heavily round, trotted off towards the +field, followed by Jem, waving, shouting, and victorious. My mother got +out in time to help him to fasten the gate, which he was much too small +to do by himself, though, with true squirely instincts, he was trying to +secure it. + +But from our earliest days we both lived on intimate terms with all the +live stock. "Laddie," an old black cart-horse, was one of our chief +friends. Jem and I used to sit, one behind the other, on his broad back, +when our little legs could barely straddle across, and to "grip" with +our knees in orthodox fashion was a matter of principle, but impossible +in practice. Laddie's pace was always discreet, however, and I do not +think we should have found a saddle any improvement, even as to safety, +upon his warm, satin-smooth back. We steered him more by shouts and +smacks than by the one short end of a dirty rope which was our apology +for reins; that is, if we had any hand in guiding his course. I am now +disposed to think that Laddie guided himself. + +But our beast friends were many. The yellow yard-dog always slobbered +joyfully at our approach; partly moved, I fancy, by love for us, and +partly by the exciting hope of being let off his chain. When we went +into the farmyard the fowls came running to our feet for corn, the +pigeons fluttered down over our heads for peas, and the pigs humped +themselves against the wall of the sty as tightly as they could lean, in +hopes of having their backs scratched. The long sweet faces of the +plough horses, as they turned in the furrows, were as familiar to us as +the faces of any other labourers in our father's fields, and we got fond +of the lambs and ducks and chickens, and got used to their being killed +and eaten when our acquaintance reached a certain date, like other +farm-bred folk, which is one amongst the many proofs of the adaptability +of human nature. + +So far so good, on my part as well as Jem's. That I should like the +animals "on the place"--the domesticated animals, the workable animals, +the eatable animals--this was right and natural, and befitting my +father's son. But my far greater fancy for wild, queer, useless, +mischievous, and even disgusting creatures often got me into trouble. +Want of sympathy became absolute annoyance as I grew older, and wandered +farther, and adopted a perfect menagerie of odd beasts in whom my +friends could see no good qualities: such as the snake I kept warm in my +trousers-pocket; the stickleback that I am convinced I tamed in its own +waters; the toad for whom I built a red house of broken drainpipes at +the back of the strawberry bed, where I used to go and tickle his head +on the sly; and the long-whiskered rat in the barn, who knew me well, +and whose death nearly broke my heart, though I had seen generations of +unoffending ducklings pass to the kitchen without a tear. + +I think it must have been the beasts that made me take to reading: I was +so fond of Buffon's _Natural History_, of which there was an English +abridgment on the dining-room bookshelves. + +But my happiest reading days began after the bookseller's agent came +round, and teased my father into taking in the _Penny Cyclopaedia_; and +those numbers in which there was a beast, bird, fish, or reptile were +the numbers for me! + +I must, however, confess that if a love for reading had been the only +way in which I had gone astray from the family habits and traditions, I +don't think I should have had much to complain of in the way of blame. + +My father "pish"ed and "pshaw"ed when he caught me "poking over" books, +but my dear mother was inclined to regard me as a genius, whose learning +might bring renown of a new kind into the family. In a quiet way of her +own, as she went gently about household matters, or knitted my father's +stockings, she was a great day-dreamer--one of the most unselfish kind, +however; a builder of air-castles, for those she loved to dwell in; +planned, fitted, and furnished according to the measure of her +affections. + +It was perhaps because my father always began by disparaging her +suggestions that (by the balancing action of some instinctive sense of +justice) he almost always ended by adopting them, whether they were wise +or foolish. He came at last to listen very tolerantly when she dilated +on my future greatness. + +"And if he isn't quite so good a farmer as Jem, it's not as if he were +the eldest, you know, my dear. I'm sure we've much to be thankful for +that dear Jem takes after you as he does. But if Jack turns out a +genius, which please God we may live to see and be proud of, he'll make +plenty of money, and he must live with Jem when we're gone, and let Jem +manage it for him, for clever people are never any good at taking care +of what they get. And when their families get too big for the old house, +love, Jack must build, as he'll be well able to afford to do, and Jem +must let him have the land. The Ladycroft would be as good as anywhere, +and a pretty name for the house. It would be a good thing to have some +one at that end of the property too, and then the boys would always be +together." + +Poor dear mother! The kernel of her speech lay in the end of it--"The +boys would always be together." I am sure in her tender heart she +blessed my bookish genius, which was to make wealth as well as fame, and +so keep me "about the place," and the home birds for ever in the nest. + +I knew nothing of it then, of course; but at this time she used to turn +my father's footsteps towards the Ladycroft every Sunday, between the +services, and never wearied of planning my house. + +She was standing one day, her smooth brow knitted in perplexity, before +the big pink thorn, and had stood so long absorbed in this brown study, +that my father said, with a sly smile, + +"Well, love, and where are you now?" + +"In the dairy, my dear," she answered quite gravely. "The window is to +the north of course, and I'm afraid the thorn must come down." + +My father laughed heartily. He had some sense of humour, but my mother +had none. She was one of the sweetest-tempered women that ever lived, +and never dreamed that any one was laughing at her. I have heard my +father say she lay awake that night, and when he asked her why she could +not sleep he found she was fretting about the pink thorn. + +"It looked so pretty to-day, my dear; and thorns are so bad to move!" + +My father knew her too well to hope to console her by joking about it. +He said gravely: "There's plenty of time yet, love. The boys are only +just in trousers; and we may think of some way to spare it before we +come to bricks and mortar." + +"I've thought of it every way, my dear, I'm afraid," said my mother with +a sigh. But she had full confidence in my father--a trouble shared with +him was half cured, and she soon fell asleep. + +She certainly had a vivid imagination, though it never was cultivated to +literary ends. Perhaps, after all, I inherited that idle fancy, those +unsatisfied yearnings of my restless heart, from her! Mental +peculiarities are said to come from one's mother. + +It was Jem who inherited her sweet temper. + +Dear old Jem! He and I were the best of good friends always, and that +sweet temper of his had no doubt much to do with it. He was very much +led by me, though I was the younger, and whatever mischief we got into +it was always my fault. + +It was I who persuaded him to run away from school, under the, as it +proved, insufficient disguise of walnut-juice on our faces and hands. +It was I who began to dig the hole which was to take us through from the +kitchen-garden to the other side of the world. (Jem helped me to fill it +up again, when the gardener made a fuss about our having chosen the +asparagus-bed as the point of departure, which we did because the earth +was soft there.) In desert islands or castles, balloons or boats, my +hand was first and foremost, and mischief or amusement of every kind, by +earth, air, or water, was planned for us by me. + +Now and then, however, Jem could crow over me. How he did deride me when +I asked our mother the foolish question--"Have bees whiskers?" + +The bee who betrayed me into this folly was a bumble of the utmost +beauty. The bars of his coat "burned" as "brightly" as those of the +tiger in Wombwell's menagerie, and his fur was softer than my mother's +black velvet mantle. I knew, for I had kissed him lightly as he sat on +the window-frame. I had seen him brushing first one side and then the +other side of his head, with an action so exactly that of my father +brushing his whiskers on Sunday morning, that I thought the bee might be +trimming his; not knowing that he was sweeping the flower-dust off his +antennae with his legs, and putting it into his waistcoat pocket to make +bee bread of. + +It was the liberty I took in kissing him that made him not sit still +any more, and hindered me from examining his cheeks for myself. He began +to dance all over the window, humming his own tune, and before he got +tired of dancing he found a chink open at the top sash, and sailed away +like a spot of plush upon the air. + +I had thus no opportunity of becoming intimate with him, but he was the +cause of a more lasting friendship--my friendship with Isaac Irvine, the +bee-keeper. For when I asked that silly question, my mother said, "Not +that I ever saw, love;" and my father said, "If he wants to know about +bees, he should go to old Isaac. He'll tell him plenty of queer stories +about them." + +The first time I saw the bee-keeper was in church, on Catechism Sunday, +in circumstances which led to my disgracing myself in a manner that must +have been very annoying to my mother, who had taken infinite pains in +teaching us. + +The provoking part of it was that I had not had a fear of breaking down. +With poor Jem it was very different. He took twice as much pains as I +did, but he could not get things into his head, and even if they did +stick there he found it almost harder to say them properly. We began to +learn the Catechism when we were three years old, and we went on till +long after we were in trousers; and I am sure Jem never got the three +words "and an inheritor" tidily off the tip of his tongue within my +remembrance. And I have seen both him and my mother crying over them on +a hot Sunday afternoon. He was always in a fright when we had to say the +Catechism in church, and that day, I remember, he shook so that I could +hardly stand straight myself, and Bob Furniss, the blacksmith's son, who +stood on the other side of him, whispered quite loud, "Eh! see thee, how +Master Jem _dodders_!" for which Jem gave him an eye as black as his +father's shop afterwards, for Jem could use his fists if he could not +learn by heart. + +But at the time he could not even compose himself enough to count down +the line of boys and calculate what question would come to him. I did, +and when he found he had only got the First Commandment, he was more at +ease, and though the second, which fell to me, is much longer, I was not +in the least afraid of forgetting it, for I could have done the whole of +my duty to my neighbour if it had been necessary. + +Jem got through very well, and I could hear my mother blessing him over +the top of the pew behind our backs; but just as he finished, no less +than three bees, who had been hovering over the heads of the workhouse +boys opposite, all settled down together on Isaac Irvine's bare hand. + +At the public catechising, which came once a year, and after the second +lesson at evening prayer, the grown-up members of the congregation used +to draw near to the end of their pews to see and hear how we acquitted +ourselves, and, as it happened on this particular occasion, Master Isaac +was standing exactly opposite to me. As he leaned forward, his hands +crossed on the pew-top before him, I had been a good deal fascinated by +his face, which was a very noble one in its rugged way, with snow-white +hair and intense, keenly observing eyes, and when I saw the three bees +settle on him without his seeming to notice it, I cried, "They'll sting +you!" before I thought of what I was doing; for I had been severely +stung that week myself, and knew what it felt like, and how little good +powder-blue does. + +With attending to the bees I had not heard the parson say, "Second +Commandment?" and as he was rather deaf he did not hear what I said. But +of course he knew it was not long enough for the right answer, and he +said, "Speak up, my boy," and Jem tried to start me by whispering, "Thou +shalt not make to thyself"--but the three bees went on sitting on Master +Isaac's hand, and though I began the Second Commandment, I could not +take my eyes off them, and when Master Isaac saw this he smiled and +nodded his white head, and said, "Never you mind me, sir. They won't +sting the old bee-keeper." This assertion so completely turned my head +that every other idea went out of it, and after saying "or in the earth +beneath" three times, and getting no further, the parson called out, +"Third Commandment?" and I was passed over--"out of respect to the +family," as I was reminded for a twelvemonth afterwards--and Jem pinched +my leg to comfort me, and my mother sank down on the seat, and did not +take her face out of her pocket-handkerchief till the workhouse boys +were saying "the sacraments." + +My mother was our only teacher till Jem was nine and I was eight years +old. We had a thin, soft-backed reading book, bound in black cloth, on +the cover of which in gold letters was its name, _Chick-seed without +Chick-weed_; and in this book she wrote our names, and the date at the +end of each lesson we conned fairly through. I had got into Part II., +which was "in words of four letters," and had the chapter about the Ship +in it, before Jem's name figured at the end of the chapter about the Dog +in Part I. + +My mother was very glad that this chapter seemed to please Jem, and that +he learned to read it quickly, for, good-natured as he was, Jem was too +fond of fighting and laying about him: and though it was only "in words +of three letters," this brief chapter contained a terrible story, and an +excellent moral, which I remember well even now. + +It was called "The Dog." + +"Why do you cry? The Dog has bit my leg. Why did he do so? I had my bat +and I hit him as he lay on the mat, so he ran at me and bit my leg. Ah, +you may not use the bat if you hit the Dog. It is a hot day, and the Dog +may go mad. One day a Dog bit a boy in the arm, and the boy had his arm +cut off, for the Dog was mad. And did the boy die? Yes, he did die in a +day or two. It is not fit to hit a Dog if he lie on the mat and is not a +bad Dog. Do not hit a Dog, or a cat, or a boy." + +Jem not only got through this lesson much better than usual, but he +lingered at my mother's knees, to point with his own little stumpy +forefinger to each recurrence of the words "hit a Dog," and read them +all by himself. + +"_Very_ good boy," said Mother, who was much pleased. "And now read this +last sentence once more, and very nicely." + +"Do--not--hit--a--dog--or--a--cat--or--a--boy," read Jem in a high +sing-song, and with a face of blank indifference, and then with a hasty +dog's-ear he turned back to the previous page, and spelled out, "I had +my bat and I hit him as he lay on the mat" so well, that my mother +caught him to her bosom and covered him with kisses. + +"He'll be as good a scholar as Jack yet!" she exclaimed. "But don't +forget, my darling, that my Jem must never 'hit a dog, or a cat, or a +boy.' Now, love, you may put the book away." + +Jem stuck out his lips and looked down, and hesitated. He seemed almost +disposed to go on with his lessons. But he changed his mind, and +shutting the book with a bang, he scampered off. As he passed the +ottoman near the door, he saw Kitty, our old tortoise-shell puss, lying +on it, and (moved perhaps by the occurrence of the word _cat_ in the +last sentence of the lesson) he gave her such a whack with the flat side +of _Chick-seed_ that she bounced up into the air like a sky-rocket, Jem +crying out as he did so, "I had my bat, and I hit him as he lay on the +mat." + +It was seldom enough that Jem got anything by heart, but he had +certainly learned this; for when an hour later I went to look for him in +the garden, I found him panting with the exertion of having laid my +nice, thick, fresh green crop of mustard and cress flat with the back of +the coal-shovel, which he could barely lift, but with which he was still +battering my salad-bed, chanting triumphantly at every stroke, "I had my +bat, and I hit him as he lay on the mat." He was quite out of breath, +and I had not much difficulty in pummelling him as he deserved. + +Which shows how true it is, as my dear mother said, that "you never know +what to do for the best in bringing up boys." + +Just about the time that we outgrew _Chick-seed_, and that it was +allowed on all hands that even for quiet country-folk with no learned +notions it was high time we were sent to school, our parents were spared +the trouble of looking out for a school for us by the fact that a school +came to us instead, and nothing less than an "Academy" was opened within +three-quarters of a mile of my father's gate. + +Walnut-tree Farm was an old house that stood some little way from the +road in our favourite lane--a lane full of wild roses and speedwell, +with a tiny footpath of disjointed flags like an old pack-horse track. +Grass and milfoil grew thickly between the stones, and the turf +stretched half-way over the road from each side, for there was little +traffic in the lane, beyond the yearly rumble of the harvesting waggons; +and few foot-passengers, except a labourer now and then, a pair or two +of rustic lovers at sundown, a few knots of children in the blackberry +season, and the cows coming home to milking. + +Jem and I played there a good deal, but then we lived close by. + +We were very fond of the old place and there were two good reasons for +the charm it had in our eyes. In the first place, the old man who lived +alone in it (for it had ceased to be the dwelling-house of a real farm) +was an eccentric old miser, the chief object of whose existence seemed +to be to thwart any attempt to pry into the daily details of it. What +manner of stimulus this was to boyish curiosity needs no explanation, +much as it needs excuse. + +In the second place, Walnut-tree Farm was so utterly different from the +house which was our home, that everything about it was attractive from +mere unaccustomedness. + +Our house had been rebuilt from the foundations by my father. It was +square-built and very ugly, but it was in such excellent repair that one +could never indulge a more lawless fancy towards any chink or cranny +about it than a desire to "point" the same with a bit of mortar. + +Why it was that my ancestor, who built the old house, and who was not a +bit better educated or farther-travelled than my father, had built a +pretty one, whilst my father built an ugly one, is one of the many +things I do not know, and wish I did. + +From the old sketches of it which my grandfather painted on the parlour +handscreens, I think it must have been like a larger edition of the +farm; that is, with long mullioned windows, a broad and gracefully +proportioned doorway with several shallow steps and quaintly-ornamented +lintel; bits of fine work and ornamentation about the woodwork here and +there, put in as if they had been done, not for the look of the thing, +but for the love of it, and whitewash over the house-front, and over the +apple-trees in the orchard. + +That was what our ancestor's home was like; and it was the sort of house +that became Walnut-tree Academy, where Jem and I went to school. + + + + +CHAPTER II. + + _Sable_:--"Ha, you! A little more upon the dismal (_forming their + countenances_); this fellow has a good mortal look, place him near + the corpse; that wainscoat face must be o' top of the stairs; that + fellow's almost in a fright (that looks as if he were full of some + strange misery) at the end of the hall. So--but I'll fix you all + myself. Let's have no laughing now on any provocation."--_The + Funeral_, STEELE. + + +At one time I really hoped to make the acquaintance of the old miser of +Walnut-tree Farm. It was when we saved the life of his cat. + +He was very fond of that cat, I think, and it was, to say the least of +it, as eccentric-looking as its master. One eye was yellow and the other +was blue, which gave it a strange, uncanny expression, and its +rust-coloured fur was not common either as to tint or markings. + +How dear old Jem did belabour the boy we found torturing it! He was much +older and bigger than we were, but we were two to one, which we reckoned +fair enough, considering his size, and that the cat had to be saved +somehow. The poor thing's forepaws were so much hurt that it could not +walk, so we carried it to the farm, and I stood on the shallow +doorsteps, and under the dial, on which was written-- + + "Tempora mutantur!"-- + +and the old miser came out, and we told him about the cat, and he took +it and said we were good boys, and I hoped he would have asked us to go +in, but he did not, though we lingered a little; he only put his hand +into his pocket, and very slowly brought out sixpence. + +"No, thank you," said I, rather indignantly. "We don't want anything for +saving the poor cat." + +"I am very fond of it," he said apologetically, and putting the sixpence +carefully back; but I believe he alluded to the cat. + +I felt more and more strongly that he ought to invite us into the +parlour--if there was a parlour--and I took advantage of a backward +movement on his part to move one shallow step nearer, and said, in an +easy conversational tone, "Your cat has very curious eyes." + +He came out again, and his own eyes glared in the evening light as he +touched me with one of his fingers in a way that made me shiver, and +said, "If I had been an old woman, and that cat had lived with me in the +days when this house was built, I should have been hanged, or burned as +a witch. Twelve men would have done it--twelve reasonable and +respectable men!" He paused, looking over my head at the sky, and then +added, "But in all good conscience--mind, in all good conscience!" + +And after another pause he touched me again (this time my teeth +chattered), and whispered loudly in my ear, "Never serve on a jury." +After which he banged the door in our faces, and Jem caught hold of my +jacket and cried, "Oh! he's quite mad, he'll murder us!" and we took +each other by the hand and ran home as fast as our feet would carry us. + +We never saw the old miser again, for he died some months afterwards, +and, strange to relate, Jem and I were invited to the funeral. + +It was a funeral not to be forgotten. The old man had left the money for +it, and a memorandum, with the minutest directions, in the hands of his +lawyer. If he had wished to be more popular after his death than he had +been in his lifetime, he could not have hit upon any better plan to +conciliate in a lump the approbation of his neighbours than that of +providing for what undertakers call "a first-class funeral." The good +custom of honouring the departed, and committing their bodies to the +earth with care and respect, was carried, in our old-fashioned +neighbourhood, to a point at which what began in reverence ended in +what was barely decent, and what was meant to be most melancholy became +absolutely comical. But a sense of the congruous and the incongruous was +not cultivated amongst us, whereas solid value (in size, quantity and +expense) was perhaps over-estimated. So our furniture, our festivities, +and our funerals bore witness. + +No one had ever seen the old miser's furniture, and he gave no +festivities; but he made up for it in his funeral. + +Children, like other uneducated classes, enjoy domestic details, and +going over the ins and outs of other people's affairs behind their +backs; especially when the interest is heightened by a touch of gloom, +or perfected by the addition of some personal importance in the matter. +Jem and I were always fond of funerals, but this funeral, and the fuss +that it made in the parish, we were never likely to forget. + +Even our own household was so demoralized by the grim gossip of the +occasion that Jem and I were accused of being unable to amuse ourselves, +and of listening to our elders. It was perhaps fortunate for us that a +favourite puppy died the day before the funeral, and gave us the +opportunity of burying him. + + "As if our whole vocation + Were endless imitation----" + +Jem and I had already laid our gardens waste, and built a rude wall of +broken bricks round them to make a churchyard; and I can clearly +remember that we had so far profited by what we had overheard among our +elders, that I had caught up some phrases which I was rather proud of +displaying, and that I quite overawed Jem by the air with which I spoke +of "the melancholy occasion"--the "wishes of deceased"--and the +"feelings of survivors" when we buried the puppy. + +It was understood that I could not attend the puppy's funeral in my +proper person, because I wished to be the undertaker; but the happy +thought struck me of putting my wheelbarrow alongside of the brick wall +with a note inside it to the effect that I had "sent my carriage as a +mark of respect." + +In one point we could not emulate the real funeral: that was carried out +"regardless of expense." The old miser had left a long list of the names +of the people who were to be invited to it and to its attendant feast, +in which was not only my father's name, but Jem's and mine. Three yards +was the correct length of the black silk scarves which it was the custom +in the neighbourhood to send to dead people's friends; but the old +miser's funeral-scarves were a whole yard longer, and of such stiffly +ribbed silk that Mr. Soot, the mourning draper, assured my mother that +"it would stand of itself." The black gloves cost six shillings a pair, +and the sponge-cakes, which used to be sent with the gloves and scarves, +were on this occasion ornamented with weeping willows in white sugar. + +Jem and I enjoyed the cake, but the pride we felt in our scarves and +gloves was simply boundless. What pleased us particularly was that our +funeral finery was not enclosed with my father's. Mr. Soot's man +delivered three separate envelopes at the door, and they looked like +letters from some bereaved giant. The envelopes were twenty inches by +fourteen, and made of cartridge-paper; the black border was two inches +deep, and the black seals must have consumed a stick of sealing-wax +among them. They contained the gloves and the scarves, which were +lightly gathered together in the middle with knots of black gauze +ribbon. + +How exquisitely absurd Jem and I must have looked with four yards of +stiff black silk attached to our little hats I can imagine, if I cannot +clearly remember. My dear mother dressed us and saw us off (for, with +some curious relic of pre-civilized notions, women were not allowed to +appear at funerals), and I do not think she perceived anything odd in +our appearance. She was very gentle, and approved of everything that was +considered right by the people she was used to, and she had only two +anxieties about our scarves: first, that they should show the full four +yards of respect to the memory of the deceased; and secondly, that we +should keep them out of the dust, so that they might "come in useful +afterwards." + +She fretted a little because she had not thought of changing our gloves for +smaller sizes (they were eight and a quarter); but my father "pish"ed and +"pshaw"ed, and said it was better than if they had been too small, and that +we should be sure to be late if my mother went on fidgeting. So we pulled +them on--with ease--and picked up the tails of our hatbands--with +difficulty--and followed my father, our hearts beating with pride, and my +mother and the maids watching us from the door. We arrived quite +half-an-hour earlier than we need have done, but the lane was already +crowded with complimentary carriages, and curious bystanders, before whom +we held our heads and hatbands up; and the scent of the wild roses was lost +for that day in an all-pervading atmosphere of black dye. We were very +tired, I remember, by the time that our turn came to be put into a carriage +by Mr. Soot, who murmured--"Pocket-handkerchiefs, gentlemen"--and, +following the example of a very pale-faced stranger who was with us, we +drew out the clean handkerchiefs with which our mother had supplied us, and +covered our faces with them. + +At least Jem says he shut _his_ eyes tight, and kept his face covered +the whole way, but he always _was_ so conscientious! I held my +handkerchief as well as I could with my gloves; but I contrived to peep +from behind it, and to see the crowd that lined the road to watch us as +we wound slowly on. + +If these outsiders, who only saw the procession and the funeral, were +moved almost to enthusiasm by the miser's post-mortem liberality, it may +be believed that the guests who were bidden to the feast did not fail to +obey the ancient precept, and speak well of the dead. The tables (they +were rickety) literally groaned under the weight of eatables and +drinkables, and the dinner was so prolonged that Jem and I got terribly +tired, in spite of the fun of watching the faces of the men we did not +know, to see which got the reddest. + +My father wanted us to go home before the reading of the will, which +took place in the front parlour; but the lawyer said, "I think the young +gentlemen should remain," for which we were very much obliged to him; +though the pale-faced man said quite crossly--"Is there any special +reason for crowding the room with children, who are not even relatives +of the deceased?" which made us feel so much ashamed that I think we +should have slipped out by ourselves; but the lawyer, who made no +answer, pushed us gently before him to the top of the room, which was +soon far too full to get out of by the door. + +It was very damp and musty. In several places the paper hung in great +strips from the walls, and the oddest part of all was that every article +of furniture in the room, and even the hearthrug, was covered with +sheets of newspaper pinned over to preserve it. I sat in the corner of a +sofa, where I could read the trial of a man who murdered somebody +twenty-five years before, but I never got to the end of it, for it went +on behind a very fat man who sat next to me, and he leaned back all the +time and hid it. Jem sat on a little footstool, and fell asleep with his +head on my knee, and did not wake till I nudged him, when our names were +read out in the will. Even then he only half awoke, and the fat man +drove his elbow into me and hurt me dreadfully for whispering in Jem's +ear that the old miser had left us ten pounds apiece, for having saved +the life of his cat. + +I do not think any of the strangers (they were distant connections of +the old man; he had no near relations) had liked our being there; and +the lawyer, who was very kind, had had to tell them several times over +that we really had been invited to the funeral. After our legacies were +known about they were so cross that we managed to scramble through the +window, and wandered round the garden. As we sat under the trees we +could hear high words within, and by and by all the men came out and +talked in angry groups about the will. For when all was said and done, +it appeared that the old miser had not left a penny to any one of the +funeral party but Jem and me, and that he had left Walnut-tree Farm to a +certain Mrs. Wood, of whom nobody knew anything. + +"The wording is so peculiar," the fat man said to the pale-faced man and +a third who had come out with them; "'left to her as a sign of sympathy, +if not an act of reparation.' He must have known whether he owed her any +reparation or not, if he were in his senses." + +"Exactly. If he were in his senses," said the third man. + +"Where's the money?--that's what I say," said the pale-faced man. + +"Exactly, sir. That's what _I_ say, too," said the fat man. + +"There are only two fields, besides the house," said the third. "He must +have had money, and the lawyer knows of no investments of any kind, he +says." + +"Perhaps he has left it to his cat," he added, looking very nastily at +Jem and me. + +"It's oddly put, too," murmured the pale-faced relation. "The two +fields, the house and furniture, and everything of every sort therein +contained." And the lawyer coming up at that moment, he went slowly back +into the house, looking about him as he went, as if he had lost +something. + +As the lawyer approached, the fat man got very red in the face. + +"He was as mad as a hatter, sir," he said, "and we shall dispute the +will." + +"I think you will be wrong," said the lawyer, blandly. "He was +eccentric, my dear sir, very eccentric; but eccentricity is not +insanity, and you will find that the will will stand." + +Jem and I were sitting on an old garden-seat, but the men had talked +without paying any attention to us. At this moment Jem, who had left me +a minute or two before, came running back and said: "Jack! Do come and +look in at the parlour window. That man with the white face is peeping +everywhere, and under all the newspapers, and he's made himself so +dusty! It's such fun!" + +Too happy at the prospect of anything in the shape of fun, I followed +Jem on tiptoe, and when we stood by the open window with our hands over +our mouths to keep us from laughing, the pale-faced man was just +struggling with the inside lids of an old japanned tea-caddy. + +He did not see us, he was too busy, and he did not hear us, for he was +talking to himself, and we heard him say, "Everything of every sort +therein contained." + +I suppose the lawyer was right, and that the fat man was convinced of +it, for neither he nor any one else disputed the old miser's will. Jem +and I each opened an account in the Savings Bank, and Mrs. Wood came +into possession of the place. + +Public opinion went up and down a good deal about the old miser still. When +it leaked out that he had worded the invitation to his funeral to the +effect that, being quite unable to tolerate the follies of his +fellow-creatures, and the antics and absurdities which were necessary to +entertain them, he had much pleasure in welcoming his neighbours to a +feast, at which he could not reasonably be expected to preside--everybody +who heard it agreed that he must have been mad. + +But it was a long sentence to remember, and not a very easy one to +understand, and those who saw the plumes and the procession, and those +who had a talk with the undertaker, and those who got a yard more than +usual of such very good black silk, and those who were able to remember +what they had had for dinner, were all charitably inclined to believe +that the old man's heart had not been far from being in the right +place, at whatever angle his head had been set on. + +And then by degrees curiosity moved to Mrs. Wood. Who was she? What was +she like? What was she to the miser? Would she live at the farm? + +To some of these questions the carrier, who was the first to see her, +replied. She was "a quiet, genteel-looking sort of a grey-haired widow +lady, who looked as if she'd seen a deal of trouble, and was badly off." + +The neighbourhood was not unkindly, and many folk were ready to be civil +to the widow if she came to live there. + +"But she never will," everybody said. "She must let it. Perhaps the new +doctor might think of it at a low rent, he'd be glad of the field for +his horse. What could she do with an old place like that, and not a +penny to keep it up with?" + +What she did do was to have a school there, and that was how Walnut-tree +Farm became Walnut-tree Academy. + + + + +CHAPTER III. + + "What are little boys made of, made of? + What are little boys made of?" + _Nursery Rhyme_. + + +When the school was opened, Jem and I were sent there at once. Everybody +said it was "time we were sent somewhere," and that "we were getting too +wild for home." + +I got so tired of hearing this at last, that one day I was goaded to +reply that "home was getting too tame for me." And Jem, who always +backed me up, said, "And me too." For which piece of swagger we +forfeited our suppers; but when we went to bed we found pieces of cake +under our pillows, for my mother could not bear us to be short of food, +however badly we behaved. + +I do not know whether the trousers had anything to do with it, but about +the time that Jem and I were put into trousers we lived in a chronic +state of behaving badly. What makes me feel particularly ashamed in +thinking of it is, that I know it was not that we came under the +pressure of any overwhelming temptations to misbehave and yielded +through weakness, but that, according to an expressive nursery formula, +we were "seeing how naughty we could be." I think we were genuinely +anxious to see this undesirable climax; in some measure as a matter of +experiment, to which all boys are prone, and in which dangerous +experiments, and experiments likely to be followed by explosion, are +naturally preferred. Partly, too, from an irresistible impulse to "raise +a row," and take one's luck of the results. This craving to disturb the +calm current of events, and the good conduct and composure of one's +neighbours as a matter of diversion, must be incomprehensible by +phlegmatic people, who never feel it, whilst some Irishmen, I fancy, +never quite conquer it, perhaps because they never quite cease to be +boys. In any degree I do not for an instant excuse it, and in excess it +must be simply intolerable by better-regulated minds. + +But really, boys who are pickles should be put into jars with sound +stoppers, like other pickles, and I wonder that mothers and cooks do not +get pots like those that held the forty thieves, and do it. + +I fancy it was because we happened to be in this rough, defiant, +mischievous mood, just about the time that Mrs. Wood opened her school, +that we did not particularly like our school-mistress. If I had been +fifteen years older, I should soon have got beyond the first impression +created by her severe dress, close widow's cap and straight grey hair, +and have discovered that the outline of her face was absolutely +beautiful, and I might possibly have detected, what most people failed +to detect, that an odd unpleasing effect, caused by the contrast between +her general style, and an occasional lightness and rapidity and grace of +movement in her slender figure, came from the fact that she was much +younger than she looked and affected to be. The impression I did receive +of her appearance I communicated to my mother in far from respectful +pantomime. + +"Well, love, and what do you think of Mrs. Wood?" said she. + +"I think," chanted I, in that high brassy pitch of voice which Jem and I +had adopted for this bravado period of our existence--"I think she's +like our old white hen that turned up its eyes and died of the pip. +Lack-a-daisy-dee! Lack-a-daisy-dee!" + +And I twisted my body about, and strolled up and down the room with a +supposed travesty of Mrs. Wood's movements. + +"So she is," said faithful Jem. "Lack-a-daisy-dee! Lack-a-daisy-dee!" +and he wriggled about after me, and knocked over the Berlin +wool-basket. + +"Oh dear, oh dear!" said our poor mother. + +Jem righted the basket, and I took a run and a flying leap over it, and +having cleared it successfully, took another, and yet another, each one +soothing my feelings to the extent by which it shocked my mother's. At +the third bound, Jem, not to be behindhand, uttered a piercing yell from +behind the sofa. + +"Good gracious, what's the matter?" cried my mother. + +"It's the war-whoop of the Objibeway Indians," I promptly explained, and +having emitted another, to which I flattered myself Jem's had been as +nothing for hideousness, we departed in file to raise a row in the +kitchen. + +Summer passed into autumn. Jem and I really liked going to school, but +it was against our principles at that time to allow that we liked +anything that we ought to like. + +Some sincere but mistaken efforts to improve our principles were made, I +remember, by a middle-aged single lady, who had known my mother in her +girlhood, and who was visiting her at this unlucky stage of our career. +Having failed to cope with us directly, she adopted the plan of talking +improvingly to our mother and at us, and very severe some of her +remarks were, and I don't believe that Mother liked them any better +than we did. + +The severest she ever made were I think heightened in their severity by +the idea that we were paying unusual attention, as we sat on the floor a +little behind her one day. We were paying a great deal of attention, but +it was not so much to Miss Martin as to a stock of wood-lice which I had +collected, and which I was arranging on the carpet that Jem might see +how they roll themselves into smooth tight balls when you tease them. +But at last she talked so that we could not help attending. I dared not +say anything to her, but her own tactics were available. I put the +wood-lice back in my pocket, and stretching my arms yawningly above my +head, I said to Jem, "How dull it is! I wish I were a bandit." + +Jem generally outdid me if possible, from sheer willingness and loyalty +of spirit. + +"_I_ should like to be a burglar," said he. + +And then we both left the room very quietly and politely. But when we +got outside I said, "I hate that woman." + +"So do I," said Jem; "she regularly hectors over mother--I hate her +worst for that." + +"So do I. Jem, doesn't she take pills?" + +"I don't know--why?" + +"I believe she does; I'm certain I saw a box on her dressing-table. +Jem, run like a good chap and see, and if there is one, empty out the +pills and bring me the pill-box." + +Jem obeyed, and I sat down on the stairs and began to get the wood-lice +out again. There were twelve nice little black balls in my hand when Jem +came back with the pill-box. + +"Hooray!" I cried; "but knock out all the powder, it might smother them. +Now, give it to me." + +Jem danced with delight when I put the wood-lice in and put on the lid. + +"I hope she'll shake the box before she opens it," I said, as we +replaced it on the dressing-table. + +"I hope she will, or they won't be tight. Oh, Jack! Jack! _How many do +you suppose she takes at a time?_" + +We never knew, and what is more, we never knew what became of the +wood-lice, for, for some reason, she kept our counsel as well as her own +about the pill-box. + +One thing that helped to reconcile us to spending a good share of our +summer days in Walnut-tree Academy was that the school-mistress made us +very comfortable. Boys at our age are not very sensitive about matters +of taste and colour and so forth, but even we discovered that Mrs. Wood +had that knack of adapting rooms to their inhabitants, and making them +pleasant to the eye, which seems to be a trick at the end of some +people's fingers, and quite unlearnable by others. When she had made the +old miser's rooms to her mind, we might have understood, if we had +speculated about it, how it was that she had not profited by my mother's +sound advice to send all his "rubbishy odds and ends" (the irregularity +and ricketiness and dustiness of which made my mother shudder) to be +"sold at the nearest auction-rooms, and buy some good solid furniture of +the cabinet-maker who furnished for everybody in the neighbourhood, +which would be the cheapest in the long-run, besides making the rooms +look like other people's at last." That she evaded similar +recommendations of paperhangers and upholsterers, and of wall-papers and +carpets, and curtains with patterns that would "stand," and wear best, +and show dirt least, was a trifle in the eyes of all good housekeepers, +when our farming-man's daughter brought the amazing news with her to +Sunday tea, that "the missus" had had in old Sally, and had torn the +paper off the parlour, and had made Sally "lime-wash the walls, for all +the world as if it was a cellar." Moreover, she had "gone over" the +lower part herself, and was now painting on the top of that. There was +nothing for it, after this news, but to sigh and conclude that there +was something about the old place which made everybody a little queer +who came to live in it. + +But when Jem and I saw the parlour (which was now the school-room), we +decided that it "looked very nice," and was "uncommonly comfortable." +The change was certainly amazing, and made the funeral day seem longer +ago than it really was. The walls were not literally lime-washed; but +(which is the same thing, except for a little glue!) they were +distempered, a soft pale pea-green. About a yard deep above the wainscot +this was covered with a dark sombre green tint, and along the upper edge +of this, as a border all round the room, the school-mistress had painted +a trailing wreath of white periwinkle. The border was painted with the +same materials as the walls, and with very rapid touches. The white +flowers were skilfully relieved by the dark ground, and the varied tints +of the leaves, from the deep evergreen of the old ones to the pale +yellow of the young shoots, had demanded no new colours, and were +wonderfully life-like and pretty. There was another border, right round +the top of the room; but that was painted on paper and fastened on. It +was a Bible text--"Keep Innocency, and take heed to the thing that is +right, for that shall bring a man Peace at the last." And Mrs. Wood had +done the text also. + +There were no curtains to the broad, mullioned window, which was kept +wide open at every lattice; and one long shoot of ivy that had pushed in +farther than the rest had been seized, and pinned to the wall inside, +where its growth was a subject of study and calculation, during the many +moments when we were "trying to see" how little we could learn of our +lessons. The black-board stood on a polished easel; but the low seats +and desks were of plain pine like the floor, and they were scrupulously +scrubbed. The cool tint of the walls was somewhat cheered by coloured +maps and prints, and the school-mistress's chair (an old carved oak one +that had been much revived by bees-wax and turpentine since the miser's +days) stood on the left-hand side of the window--under "Keep Innocency," +and looking towards "Peace at the last." I know, for when we were all +writing or something of that sort, so that she could sit still, she used +to sit with her hands folded and look up at it, which was what made Jem +and me think of the old white hen that turned up its eyes; and made +Horace Simpson say that he believed she had done one of the letters +wrong, and could not help looking at it to see if it showed. And by the +school-mistress's chair was the lame boy's sofa. It was the very old +sofa covered with newspapers on which I had read about the murder, when +the lawyer was reading the will. But she had taken off the paper, and +covered it with turkey red, and red cushions, and a quilt of brown +holland and red bordering, to hide his crumpled legs, so that he looked +quite comfortable. + +I remember so well the first day that he came. His father was a parson +on the moors, and this boy had always wanted to go to school in spite of +his infirmity, and at last his father brought him in a light cart down +from the moors, to look at it; and when he got him out of the cart, he +carried him in. He was a big man, I remember, with grey hair and bent +shoulders, and a very old coat, for it split a little at one of the +seams as he was carrying him in, and we laughed. + +When they got into the room, he put the boy down, keeping his arm round +him, and wiped his face and said--"How deliciously cool!"--and the boy +stared all round with his great eyes, and then he lifted them to his +father's face and said--"I'll come here. I do like it. But not to-day, +my back is so bad." + +And what makes me know that Horace was wrong, and that Mrs. Wood had +made no mistake about the letters of the text, is that "Cripple +Charlie"--as we called him--could see it so well with lying down. And he +told me one day that when his back was very bad, and he got the fidgets +and could not keep still, he used to fix his eyes on "Peace," which had +gold round the letters, and shone, and that if he could keep steadily to +it, for a good bit, he always fell asleep at the last. But he was very +fanciful, poor chap! + +I do not think it was because Jem and I had any real wish to become +burglars that we made a raid on the walnuts that autumn. I do not even +think that we cared very much about the walnuts themselves. + +But when it is understood that the raid was to be a raid by night, or +rather in those very early hours of the morning which real burglars are +said almost to prefer; that it was necessary to provide ourselves with +thick sticks; that we should have to force the hedge and climb the +trees; that the said trees grew directly under the owner's bedroom +window, which made the chances of detection hazardously great; and that +walnut juice (as I have mentioned before) is of a peculiarly +unaccommodating nature, since it will neither disguise you at the time +nor wash off afterwards--it will be obvious that the dangers and +delights of the adventure were sufficient to blunt, for the moment, our +sense of the fact that we were deliberately going a-thieving. + +"Shall we wear black masks?" said Jem. + +On the whole I said "No," for I did not know where we should get them, +nor, if we did, how we should keep them on. + +"If she has a blunderbuss, and fires," said I, "you must duck your +head, remember; but if she springs the rattle we must cut and run." + +"Will her blunderbuss be loaded, do you think?" asked Jem. "Mother says +the one in _their_ room isn't; she told me so on Saturday. But she says +we're never to touch it, all the same, for you never can be sure about +things of that sort going off. Do you think Mrs. Wood's will be loaded?" + +"It may be," said I, "and of course she might load it if she thought she +heard robbers." + +"I heard father say that if you shoot a burglar outside it's murder," +said Jem, who seemed rather troubled by the thought of the blunderbuss; +"but if you shoot him inside it's self-defence." + +"Well, you may spring a rattle outside, anyway," said I; "and if hers +makes as much noise as ours, it'll be heard all the way here. So mind, +if she begins, you must jump down and cut home like mad." + +Armed with these instructions and our thick sticks, Jem and I crept out +of the house before the sun was up or a bird awake. The air seemed cold +after our warm beds, and the dew was so drenching in the hedge bottoms, +and on the wayside weeds of our favourite lane, that we were soaked to +the knees before we began to force the hedge. I did not think that grass +and wild-flowers could have held so much wet. By the time that we had +crossed the orchard, and I was preparing to grip the grandly scored +trunk of the nearest walnut-tree with my chilly legs, the heavy peeling, +the hard cracking, and the tedious picking of a green walnut was as +little pleasurable a notion as I had in my brain. + +All the same, I said (as firmly as my chattering teeth would allow) that +I was very glad we had come when we did, for that there certainly were +fewer walnuts on the tree than there had been the day before. + +"She's been at them," said I, almost indignantly. + +"Pickling," responded Jem with gloomy conciseness; and spurred by this +discovery to fresh enthusiasm for our exploit, we promptly planned +operations. + +"I'll go up the tree," said I, "and beat, and you can pick them as they +fall." + +Jem was, I fear, only too well accustomed to my arrogating the first +place in our joint undertakings, and after giving me "a leg up" to an +available bit of foothold, and handing up my stick, he waited patiently +below to gather what I beat down. + +The walnuts were few and far between, to say nothing of leaves between, +which in walnut-trees are large. The morning twilight was dim, my hands +were cold and feebler than my resolution. I had battered down a lot of +leaves and twigs, and two or three walnuts; the sun had got up at last, +but rather slowly, as if he found the morning chillier than he expected, +and a few rays were darting here and there across the lane, when Jem +gave a warning "Hush!" and I left off rustling in time to hear Mrs. +Wood's bedroom lattice opened, and to catch sight of something pushed +out into the morning mists. + +"Who's there?" said the school-mistress. + +Neither Jem nor I took upon us to inform her, and we were both seized +with anxiety to know what was at the window. He was too low down and I +too much buried in foliage to see clearly. Was it the rattle? I took a +hasty step downwards at the thought. Or was it the blunderbuss? In my +sudden move I slipped on the dew-damped branch, and cracked a rotten one +with my elbow, which made an appalling crash in the early stillness, and +sent a walnut--pop! on to Jem's hat, who had already ducked to avoid the +fire of the blunderbuss, and now fell on his face under the fullest +conviction that he had been shot. + +"Who's there?" said the school-mistress, and (my tumble having brought +me into a more exposed position) she added, "Is that you, Jack and Jem?" + +"It's me," said I, ungrammatically but stoutly, hoping that Jem at any +rate would slip off. + +But he had recovered himself and his loyalty, and unhesitatingly +announced, "No, it's me," and was picking the bits of grass off his +cheeks and knees when I got down beside him. + +"I'm sorry you came to take my walnuts like this," said the voice from +above. She had a particularly clear one, and we could hear it quite +well. "I got a basketful on purpose for you yesterday afternoon. If I +let it down by a string, do you think you can take it?" + +Happily she did not wait for a reply, as we could not have got a word +out between us; but by and by the basketful of walnuts was pushed +through the lattice and began to descend. It came slowly and unsteadily, +and we had abundant leisure to watch it, and also, as we looked up, to +discover what it was that had so puzzled me in Mrs. Wood's +appearance--that when I first discovered that it was a head and not a +blunderbuss at the window I had not recognized it for hers. + +She was without her widow's cap, which revealed the fact that her hair, +though the two narrow, smooth bands of it which appeared every day +beyond her cap were unmistakably grey, was different in some essential +respects from (say) Mrs. Jones's, our grey-haired washer-woman. The more +you saw of Mrs. Jones's head, the less hair you perceived her to have, +and the whiter that little appeared. Indeed, the knob into which it was +twisted at the back was much of the colour as well as of the size of a +tangled reel of dirty white cotton. But Mrs. Wood's hair was far more +abundant than our mother's, and it was darker underneath than on the +top--a fact which was more obvious when the knot into which it was +gathered in her neck was no longer hidden. Deep brown streaks were +mingled with the grey in the twists of this, and I could see them quite +well, for the outline of her head was dark against the white-washed +mullion of the window, and framed by ivy-leaves. As she leaned out to +lower the basket we could see her better and better, and, as it touched +the ground, the jerk pulled her forward, and the knot of her hair +uncoiled and rolled heavily over the window-sill. + +By this time the rays of the sun were level with the windows, and shone +full upon Mrs. Wood's face. I was very much absorbed in looking at her, +but I could not forget our peculiar position, and I had an important +question to put, which I did without more ado. + +"Please, madam, shall you tell Father?" + +"We only want to know," added Jem. + +She hesitated a minute, and then smiled. "No; I don't think you'll do it +again;" after which she disappeared. + +"She's certainly no sneak," said I, with an effort to be magnanimous, +for I would much rather she had sprung the rattle or fired the +blunderbuss. + +"And I say," said Jem, "isn't she pretty without her cap?" + +We looked ruefully at the walnuts. We had lost all appetite for them, +and they seemed disgustingly damp, with their green coats reeking with +black bruises. But we could not have left the basket behind, so we put +our sticks through the handles, and carried it like the Sunday picture +of the spies carrying the grapes of Eshcol. + +And Jem and I have often since agreed that we never in all our lives +felt so mean as on that occasion, and we sincerely hope that we never +may. + +Indeed, it is only in some books and some sermons that people are +divided into "the wicked" and "the good," and that "the wicked" have no +consciences at all. Jem and I had wilfully gone thieving, but we were +far from being utterly hardened, and the school-mistress's generosity +weighed heavily upon ours. Repentance and the desire to make atonement +seem to go pretty naturally together, and in my case they led to the +following dialogue with Jem, on the subject of two exquisite little +bantam hens and a cock, which were our joint property, and which were +known in the farmyard as "the Major and his wives." + +These titles (which vexed my dear mother from the first) had suggested +themselves to us on this wise. There was a certain little gentleman who +came to our church, a brewer by profession, and a major in the militia +by choice, who was so small and strutted so much that to the insolent +observation of boyhood he was "exactly like" our new bantam cock. Young +people are very apt to overhear what is not intended for their +knowledge, and somehow or other we learned that he was "courting" (as +his third wife) a lady of our parish. His former wives are buried in our +churchyard. Over the first he had raised an obelisk of marble, so costly +and affectionate that it had won the hearts of his neighbours in +general, and of his second wife in particular. When she died the gossips +wondered whether the Major would add her name to that of her +predecessor, or "go to the expense" of a new monument. He erected a +second obelisk, and it was taller than the first (height had a curious +fascination for him), and the inscription was more touching than the +other. This time the material was Aberdeen granite, and as that is most +difficult to cut, hard to polish, and heavy to transport, the expense +was enormous. These two monstrosities of mortuary pomp were the pride of +the parish, and they were familiarly known to us children (and to many +other people) as "the Major's wives." + +When we called the cock "the Major," we naturally called the hens "the +Major's wives." + +"My dears, I don't like that name at all," said my mother. "I never like +jokes about people who are dead. And for that matter, it really sounds +as if they were both alive, which is worse." + +It was during our naughty period, and I strutted on my heels till I must +have looked very like the little brewer himself, and said, "And why +shouldn't they both be alive? Fancy the Major with two wives, one on +each arm, and both as tall as the monuments! What fun!" + +As I said the words "one on each arm," I put up first one and then the +other of my own, and having got a satisfactory impetus during the rest +of my sentence, I crossed the parlour as a catherine-wheel under my +mother's nose. It was a new accomplishment, of which I was very proud, +and poor Jem somewhat envious. He was clumsy and could not manage it. + +"Oh!" ejaculated my mother, "Jack, I must speak to your father about +those dangerous tricks of yours. And it quite shocks me to hear you talk +in that light way about wicked things." + +Jem was to my rescue in a moment, driving his hands into the pockets of +his blouse, and turning them up to see how soon he might hope that his +fingers would burst through the lining. + +"Jacob had two wives," he said; and he chanted on, quoting imperfectly +from Dr. Watts's _Scripture Catechism_, "And Jacob was a good man, +therefore his brother hated him." + +"No, no, Jem," said I, "that was Abel. Jacob was Isaac's younger son, +and----" + +"Hush! Hush! Hush!" said my mother. "You're not to do Sunday lessons on +week-days. What terrible boys you are!" And, avoiding to fight about +Jacob's wives with Jem, who was pertinacious and said very odd things, +my mother did what women often do and are often wise in doing--she laid +down her weapons and began to beseech. + +"My darlings, call your nice little hens some other names. Poor old +mother doesn't like those." + +I was melted in an instant, and began to cast about in my head for new +titles. But Jem was softly obstinate, and he had inherited some of my +mother's wheedling ways. He took his hands from his pockets, flung his +arms recklessly round her clean collar, and began stroking (or +_pooring_, as we called it) her head with his grubby paws. And as he +_poored_ he coaxed--"Dear nice old mammy! It's only us. What can it +matter? Do let us call our bantams what we like." + +And my mother gave in before I had time to. + +The dialogue I held with Jem about the bantams after the walnut raid was +as follows: + +"Jem, you're awfully fond of the 'Major and his wives,' I suppose?" + +"Ye-es," said Jem, "_I am_. But I don't mind, Jack, if you want them for +your very own. I'll give up my share,"--and he sighed. + +"I never saw such a good chap as you are, Jem. But it's not that. I +thought we might give them to Mrs. Wood. It was so beastly about those +disgusting walnuts." + +"I can't touch walnut pickle now," said Jem, feelingly. + +"It'd be a very handsome present," said I. + +"They took a prize at the Agricultural," said Jem. + +"I know she likes eggs. She beats 'em into a froth and feeds Charlie +with 'em," said I. + +"I think I could eat walnut pickle again if I knew she had the bantams," +sighed Jem, who was really devoted to the little cock-major and the +auburn-feathered hens. + +"We'll take 'em this afternoon," I said. + +We did so--in a basket, Eshcol-grape wise, like the walnuts. When we +told Mother, she made no objection. She would have given her own head +off her shoulders if, by ill-luck, any passer-by had thought of asking +for it. Besides, it solved the difficulty of the objectionable names. + +Mrs. Wood was very loth to take our bantams, but of course Jem and I +were not going to recall a gift, so she took them at last, and I think +she was very much pleased with them. + +She had got her cap on again, tied under her chin, and nothing to be +seen of her hair but the very grey piece in front. It made her look so +different that I could not keep my eyes off her whilst she was talking, +though I knew quite well how rude it is to stare. And my head got so +full of it that I said at last, in spite of myself, "Please, madam, why +is it that part of your hair is grey and part of it dark?" + +Her face got rather red, she did not answer for a minute; and Jem, to my +great relief, changed the subject, by saying, "We were very much obliged +to you for not telling Father about the walnuts." + +Mrs. Wood leaned back against the high carving of her old chair and +smiled, and said very slowly, "Would he have been very angry?" + +"He'd have flogged us, I expect," said I. + +"And I expect," continued Jem, "that he'd have said to us what he said +to Bob Furniss when he took the filberts: 'If you begin by stealing +nuts, you'll end by being transported.' Do you think Jack and I shall +end by being transported?" added Jem, who had a merciless talent for +applying general principles to individual cases. + +Mrs. Wood made no reply, neither did she move, but her eyelids fell, +and then her eyes looked far worse than if they had been shut, for there +was a little bit open, with nothing but white to be seen. She was still +rather red, and she did not visibly breathe. I have no idea for how many +seconds I had gazed stupidly at her, when Jem gasped, "Is she dead?" + +Then I became terror-struck, and crying, "Let's find Mary Anne!" fled +into the kitchen, closely followed by Jem. + +"She's took with them fits occasional," said Mary Anne, and depositing a +dripping tin she ran to the parlour. We followed in time to see her +stooping over the chair and speaking very loudly in the +school-mistress's ear, + +"I'll lay ye down, ma'am, shall I?" + +But still the widow was silent, on which Mary Anne took her up in her +brawny arms, and laid her on "Cripple Charlie's" sofa, and covered her +with the quilt. + +We settled the Major and his wives into their new abode, and then +hurried home to my mother, who put on her bonnet, and took a bottle of +something, and went off to the farm. + +She did not come back till tea-time, and then she was full of poor Mrs. +Wood. "Most curious attacks," she explained to my father; "she can +neither move nor speak, and yet she hears everything, though she +doesn't always remember afterwards. She said she thought it was +'trouble,' poor soul!" + +"What brought this one on?" said my father. + +"I can't make out," said my mother. "I hope you boys did nothing to +frighten her, eh? Are you sure you didn't do one of those dreadful +wheels, Jack?" + +This I indignantly denied, and Jem supported me. + +My mother's sympathy had been so deeply enlisted, and her report was so +detailed, that Jem and I became bored at last, besides resenting the +notion that we had been to blame. I gave one look into the strawberry +jam pot, and finding it empty, said my grace and added, "Women are a +poor lot, always turning up their eyes and having fits about nothing. I +know one thing, nobody 'll ever catch _me_ being bothered with a wife." + +"Nor me neither," said Jem. + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + + "The bee, a more adventurous colonist than man." + W.C. BRYANT. + + "Some silent laws our hearts will make, + Which they shall long obey; + We for the year to come may take + Our temper from to-day."--WORDSWORTH. + + +"You know what an Apiary is, Isaac, of course?" + +I was sitting in the bee-master's cottage, opposite to him, in an +arm-chair, which was the counterpart of his own, both of them having +circular backs, diamond-shaped seats, and chintz cushions with frills. +It was the summer following that in which Jem and I had tried to see how +badly we could behave; this uncivilized phase had abated: Jem used to +ride about a great deal with my father, and I had become intimate with +Isaac Irvine. + +"You know what an Apiary is, Isaac?" said I. + +"A what, sir?" + +"An A-P-I-A-R-Y." + +"To be sure, sir, to be sure," said Isaac. "An _appyary_" (so he was +pleased to pronounce it), "I should be familiar with the name, sir, from +my bee-book, but I never calls my own stock anything but the beehives. +_Beehives_ is a good, straightforward sort of a name, sir, and it serves +my turn." + +"Ah, but you see we haven't come to the B's yet," said I, alluding to +what I was thinking of. + +"Does your father think of keeping 'em, sir?" said Isaac, alluding to +what he was thinking of. + +"Oh, he means to have them bound, I believe," was my reply. + +The bee-master now betrayed his bewilderment, and we had a hearty laugh +when we discovered that he had been talking about bees whilst I had been +talking about the weekly numbers of the _Penny Cyclopaedia_, which had +not as yet reached the letter B, but in which I had found an article on +Master Isaac's craft, under the word Apiary, which had greatly +interested me, and ought, I thought, to be interesting to the +bee-keeper. Still thinking of this I said, + +"Do you ever take your bees away from home, Isaac?" + +"They're on the moors now, sir," said Isaac. + +"_Are_ they?" I exclaimed. "Then you're like the Egyptians, and like the +French, and the Piedmontese; only you didn't take them in a barge." + +"Why, no, sir. The canal don't go nigh-hand of the moors at all." + +"The Egyptians," said I, leaning back into the capacious arms of my +chair, and epitomizing what I had read, "who live in Lower Egypt put all +their beehives into boats and take them on the river to Upper Egypt. +Right up at that end of the Nile the flowers come out earliest, and the +bees get all the good out of them there, and then the boats are moved +lower down to where the same kind of flowers are only just beginning to +blossom, and the bees get all the good out of them there, and so on, and +on, and on, till they've travelled right through Egypt, with all the +hives piled up, and come back in the boats to where they started from." + +"And every hive a mighty different weight to what it was when they did +start, I'll warrant," said Master Isaac enthusiastically. "Did you find +all that in those penny numbers, Master Jack?" + +"Yes, and oh, lots more, Isaac! About lots of things and lots of +countries." + +"Scholarship's a fine thing," said the bee-master, "and seeing foreign +parts is a fine thing, and many's the time I've wished for both. I +suppose that's the same Egypt that's in the Bible, sir?" + +"Yes," said I, "and the same river Nile that Moses was put on in the ark +of bulrushes." + +"There's no countries I'd like to see better than them Bible +countries," said Master Isaac, "and I've wished it more ever since that +gentleman was here that gave that lecture in the school, with the Holy +Land magic-lantern. He'd been there himself, and he explained all the +slides. They were grand, some of 'em, when you got 'em straight and +steady for a bit. They're an awkward thing to manage, is slides, sir, +and the school-master he wasn't much good at 'em, he said, and that +young scoundrel Bob Furniss and another lad got in a hole below the +platform and pulled the sheet. But when you did get 'em, right side up, +and the light as it should be, they _were_ grand! There was one they +called the Wailing Place of the Jews, with every stone standing out as +fair as the flags on this floor. John Binder, the mason, was at my elbow +when that came on, and he clapped his hands, and says he, 'Well, yon +beats all!' But the one for my choice, sir, was the Garden of Gethsemane +by moonlight. I'd only gone to the penny places, for I'm a good size and +can look over most folks' heads, but I thought I must see that a bit +nearer, cost what it might. So I found a shilling, and I says to the +young fellow at the door (it was the pupil-teacher), 'I must go a bit +nearer to yon.' And he says, 'You're not going into the reserved seats, +Isaac?' So I says, 'Don't put yourself about, my lad, I shan't interfere +with the quality; but if half a day's wage 'll bring me nearer to the +Garden of Gethsemane, I'm bound to go.' And I went. I didn't intrude +myself on nobody, though one gentleman was for making room for me at +once, and twice over he offered me a seat beside him. But I knew my +manners, and I said, 'Thank you, sir, I can see as I stand.' And I did +see right well, and kicked Bob Furniss too, which was good for all +parties. But I'd like to see the very places themselves, Master Jack." + +"So should I," said I; "but I should like to go farther, all round the +world, I think. Do you know, Isaac, you wouldn't believe what curious +beasts there are in other countries, and what wonderful people and +places! Why, we've only got to ATH--No. 135--now; it leaves off at +_Athanagilde_, a captain of the Spanish Goths--he's nobody, but there +are _such_ apes in that number! The Mono--there's a picture of him, just +like a man with a tail and horrid feet, who used to sit with the negro +women when they were at work, and play with bits of paper; and a Quata, +who used to be sent to the tavern for wine, and when the children pelted +him he put down the wine and threw stones at them. And there are +pictures in all the numbers, of birds and ant-eaters and antelopes, and +I don't know what. The Mono and the Quata live in the West Indies, I +think. You see, I think the A's are rather good numbers; very likely, +for there's America, and Asia, and Africa, and Arabia, and Abyssinia, +and there'll be Australia before we come to the B's. Oh, Isaac! I do +wish I could go round the world!" + +I sighed, and the bee-master sighed also, with a profundity that made +his chair creak, well-seasoned as it was. Then he said, "But I'll say +this, Master Jack, next to going to such places the reading about 'em +must come. A penny a week's a penny a week to a poor man, but I reckon I +shall have to make shift to take in those numbers myself." + +Isaac did not take them in, however, for I used to take ours down to his +cottage, and read them aloud to him instead. He liked this much better +than if he had had to read to himself--he said he could understand +reading better when he heard it than when he saw it. For my own part I +enjoyed it very much, and I fancy I read rather well, it being a point +on which Mrs. Wood expended much trouble with us. + +"Listen, Isaac," said I on my next visit; "this is what I meant about +the barge"--and resting the Penny Number on the arm of my chair, I read +aloud to the attentive bee-master--"'Goldsmith describes from his own +observation a kind of floating apiary in some parts of France and +Piedmont. They have on board of one barge, he says, threescore or a +hundred beehives----'" + +"That's an appy-ary if ye like, sir!" ejaculated Master Isaac, +interrupting his pipe and me to make way for the observation. + +"Somebody saw 'a convoy of _four thousand_ hives----' on the Nile," said +I. + +The bee-master gave a resigned sigh. "Go on, Master Jack," said he. + +"'--well defended from the inclemency of an accidental storm,'" I +proceeded; "'and with these the owners float quietly down the stream; +one beehive yields the proprietor a considerable income. Why, he adds, a +method similar to this has never been adopted in England, where we have +more gentle rivers and more flowery banks than in any other part of the +world, I know not; certainly it might be turned to advantage, and yield +the possessor a secure, though perhaps a moderate, income.'" + +I was very fond of the canal which ran near us (and was, for that +matter, a parish boundary): and the barges, with their cargoes, were +always interesting to me; but a bargeful of bees seemed something quite +out of the common. I thought I should rather like to float down a gentle +river between flowery banks, surrounded by beehives on which I could +rely to furnish me with a secure though moderate income; and I said so. + +"So should I, sir," said the bee-master. "And I should uncommon like to +ha' seen the one beehive that brought in a considerable income. Honey +must have been very dear in those parts, Master Jack. However, it's in +the book, so I suppose it's right enough." + +I made no defence of the veracity of the _Cyclopaedia_, for I was +thinking of something else, of which, after a few moments, I spoke. + +"Isaac, you don't stay with your bees on the moors. Do you ever go to +see them?" + +"To be sure I do, Master Jack, nigh every Sunday through the season. I +start after I get back from morning church, and I come home in the dark, +or by moonlight. My missus goes to church in the afternoons, and for +that bit she locks up the house." + +"Oh, I wish you'd take me the next time!" said I. + +"To be sure I will, and too glad sir, if you're allowed to go." + +That _was_ the difficulty, and I knew it. No one who has not lived in a +household of old-fashioned middle-class country folk of our type has any +notion how difficult it is for anybody to do anything unusual therein. +In such a well-fitted but unelastic establishment the dinner-hour, the +carriage horses, hot water, bedtime, candles, the post, the wash-day, +and an extra blanket, from being the ministers of one's comfort, become +the stern arbiters of one's fate. Spring cleaning--which is something +like what it would be to build, paint, and furnish a house, and to "do +it at home"--takes place as naturally as the season it celebrates; but +if you want the front door kept open after the usual hour for drawing +the bolts and hanging the robbers' bell, it's odds if the master of the +house has not an apoplectic fit, and if servants of twelve and fourteen +years' standing do not give warning. + +And what is difficult on week-days is on Sundays next door to +impossible, for obvious reasons. + +But one's parents, though they have their little ways like other +people, are, as a rule--oh, my heart! made sadder and wiser by the +world's rough experiences, bear witness!--very indulgent; and after a +good many ups and downs, and some compromising and coaxing, I got my +way. + +On one point my mother was firm, and I feared this would be an +insuperable difficulty. I must go twice to church, as our Sunday custom +was--a custom which she saw no good reason for me to break. It is easy +to smile at her punctiliousness on this score; but after all these +years, and on the whole, I think she was right. An unexpected compromise +came to my rescue, however: Isaac Irvine's bees were in the parish of +Cripple Charlie's father, within a stone's throw (by the bee-master's +strong arm) of the church itself, which was a small minster among the +moors. Here I promised faithfully to attend Evening Prayer, for which we +should be in time; and I started, by Isaac Irvine's side, on my first +real "expedition" on the first Sunday in August, with my mother's +blessing and a threepenny-bit with a hole in it, "in case of a +collection." + +We dined before we started, I with the rest, and Isaac in our kitchen; +but I had no great appetite--I was too much excited--and I willingly +accepted some large sandwiches made with thick slices of home-made bread +and liberal layers of home-made potted meat, "in case I should feel +hungry" before I got there. + +It pains me to think how distressed my mother was because I insisted on +carrying the sandwiches in a red and orange spotted handkerchief, which +I had purchased with my own pocket-money, and to which I was deeply +attached, partly from the bombastic nature of the pattern, and partly +because it was big enough for any grown-up man. "It made me look like a +tramping sailor," she said. I did not tell her that this was precisely +the effect at which I aimed, though it was the case; but I coaxed her +into permitting it, and I abstained from passing a certain knowing +little ash stick through the knot, and hoisting the bundle over my left +shoulder, till I was well out of the grounds. + +My efforts to spare her feelings on this point, however, proved vain. +She ran to the landing-window to watch me out of sight, and had a full +view of my figure as I swaggered with a business-like gait by Isaac's +side up the first long hill, having set my hat on the back of my head +with an affectation of profuse heat, my right hand in the bee-master's +coat-pocket for support, and my left holding the stick and bundle at an +angle as showy and sailor-like as I could assume. + +"And they'll just meet the Ebenezer folk coming out of chapel, ma'am!" +said our housemaid over my mother's shoulder, by way of consolation. + +Our journey was up-hill, for which I was quite prepared. The blue and +purple outline of the moors formed the horizon line visible from our +gardens, whose mistiness or clearness was prophetic of the coming +weather, and over which the wind was supposed to blow with uncommon +"healthfulness." I had been there once to blow away the whooping-cough, +and I could remember that the sandy road wound up and up, but I did not +appreciate till that Sunday how tiring a steady ascent of nearly five +miles may be. + +We were within sight of the church and within hearing of the bells, when +we reached a wayside trough, whose brimming measure was for ever +overflowed by as bright a rill as ever trickled down a hill-side. + +"It's only the first peal," said Master Isaac, seating himself on the +sandy bank, and wiping his brows. + +My well-accustomed ears confirmed his statement. The bells moved too +slowly for either the second or the third peal, and we had twenty +minutes at our disposal. + +It was then that I knew (for the first but not the last time) what +refreshment for the weary a spotted handkerchief may hold. The +bee-master and I divided the sandwiches, and washed them down with +handfuls of the running rill, so fresh, so cold, so limpid, that (like +the saints and martyrs of a faith) it would convert any one to +water-drinking who did not reflect on the commoner and less shining +streams which come to us through lead pipes and in evil communication +with sewers. + +We were cool and tidy by the time that the little "Tom Tinkler" bell +began to "hurry up." + +"You're coming, aren't you?" said I, checked at the churchyard gate by +an instinct of some hesitation on Isaac's part. + +"Well, I suppose I am, sir," said the bee-master, and in he came. + +The thick walls, the stained windows, and the stone floor, which was +below the level of the churchyard, made the church very cool. Master +Isaac and I seated ourselves so that we had a good view within, and +could also catch a peep through the open porch of the sunlit country +outside. Charlie's father was in his place when we got in; his +threadbare coat was covered by the white linen of his office, and I do +not think it would have been possible even to my levity to have felt +anything but a respectful awe of him in church. + +The cares of this life are not as a rule improving to the countenance. +No one who watches faces can have failed to observe that more beauty is +marred and youth curtailed by vulgar worry than by almost any other +disfigurement. In the less educated classes, where self-control is not +very habitual, and where interests beyond petty and personal ones are +rare, the soft brows and tender lips of girlhood are too often puckered +and hardened by mean anxieties, even where these do not affect the girls +personally, but only imitatively, and as the daily interests of their +station in life. In such cases the discontented, careworn look is by no +means a certain indication of corresponding suffering, but there are too +many others in which tempers that should have been generous, and faces +that should have been noble, and aims that should have been high, are +blurred and blunted by the real weight of real everyday care. + +There are yet others; in which the spirit is too strong for mortal +accidents to pull it down--minds that the narrowest career cannot +vulgarize--faces to which care but adds a look of pathos--souls which +keep their aims and faiths apart from the fluctuations of "the things +that are seen." The personal influence of natures of this type is +generally very large, and it was very large in the case of Cripple +Charlie's father, and made him a sort of Prophet, Priest, and King over +a rough and scattered population, with whom the shy, scholarly poor +gentleman had not otherwise much in common. + +It was his personal influence, I am sure, which made the congregation so +devout! There is one rule which, I believe, applies to all +congregations, of every denomination, and any kind of ritual, and that +is, that the enthusiasm of the congregation is in direct proportion to +the enthusiasm of the minister; not merely to his personal worth, nor +even to his popularity, for people who rather dislike a clergyman, and +disapprove of his service, will say a louder Amen at his giving of +thanks if his own feelings have a touch of fire, than they would to that +of a more perfunctory parson whom they liked better. As is the +heartiness of the priest, so is the heartiness of the people--with such +strictness that one is disposed almost to credit some of it to actual +magnetism. _Response_ is no empty word in public worship. + +It was no empty word on this occasion. From the ancient clerk (who kept +a life-interest in what were now the duties of a choir) to some gaping +farm-lads at my back, everybody said and sang to the utmost of his +ability. I may add that Isaac and I involuntarily displayed a zeal which +was in excess of our Sunday customs; and if my tongue moved glibly +enough with the choir, the bee-master found many an elderly parishioner +besides himself and the clerk who "took" both prayer and praise at such +independent paces as suited their individual scholarship, spectacles, +and notions of reverence. + +It crowned my satisfaction when I found that there was to be a +collection. The hymn to which the churchwardens moved about, gathering +the pence, whose numbers and noisiness seemed in keeping with the rest +of the service, was a well-known one to us all. It was the favourite +evening hymn of the district. I knew every syllable of it, for Jem and I +always sang hymns (and invariably this one) with my dear mother, on +Sunday evening after supper. When we were good, we liked it, and, +picking one favourite after another, we often sang nearly through the +hymn-book. When we were naughty, we displayed a good deal of skill in +making derisive faces behind my mother's back, as she sat at the piano, +without betraying ourselves, and in getting our tongues out and in again +during the natural pauses and convolutions of the tune. But these +occasional fits of boyish profanity did not hinder me from having an +equally boyish fund of reverence and enthusiasm at the bottom of my +heart, and it was with proud and pleasurable emotions that I heard the +old clerk give forth the familiar first lines, + + "Soon shall the evening star with silver ray + Shed its mild lustre o'er this sacred day," + +and got my threepenny-bit ready between my finger and thumb. + +Away went the organ, which was played by the vicar's eldest +daughter--away went the vicar's second daughter, who "led the singing" +from the vicarage pew with a voice like a bird--away went the choir, +which, in spite of surplices, could not be cured of waiting half a beat +for her--and away went the congregation--young men and maidens, old men +and children--in one broad tide of somewhat irregular harmony. Isaac did +not know the words as well as I did, so I lent him my hymn-book; one +result of which was, that the print being small, and the sense of a hymn +being in his view a far more important matter than the sound of it, he +preached rather than sang--in an unequal cadence which was perturbing to +my more musical ear--the familiar lines, + + "Still let each awful truth our thoughts engage, + That shines revealed on inspiration's page; + Nor those blest hours in vain amusement waste + Which all who lavish shall lament at last." + +During the next verse my devotions were a little distracted by the +gradual approach of a churchwarden for my threepenny-bit, which was hot +with three verses of expectant fingering. Then, to my relief, he took +it, and the bee-master's contribution, and I felt calmer, and listened +to the little prelude which it was always the custom for the organist to +play before the final verse of a hymn. It was also the custom to sing +the last verse as loudly as possible, though this is by no means +invariably appropriate. It fitted the present occasion fairly enough. +From where I stood I could see the bellows-blower (the magnetic current +of enthusiasm flowed even to the back of the organ) nerve himself to +prodigious pumping--Charlie's sister drew out all the stops--the vicar +passed from the prayer-desk to the pulpit with the rapt look of a man +who walks in a prophetic dream--we pulled ourselves together, Master +Isaac brought the hymn book close to his glasses, and when the +tantalizing prelude was past we burst forth with a volume which merged +all discrepancies. As far as I am able to judge of my own performance, +I fear I _bawled_ (I'm sure the boy behind me did), + + "Father of Heaven, in Whom our hopes confide, + Whose power defends us, and Whose precepts guide, + In life our Guardian, and in death our Friend, + Glory supreme be Thine till time shall end!" + +The sermon was short, and when the service was over Master Isaac and I +spent a delightful afternoon with his bees among the heather. The +"evening star" had come out when we had some tea in the village inn, and +we walked home by moonlight. There was neither wind nor sun, but the air +was almost oppressively pure. The moonshine had taken the colour out of +the sandy road and the heather, and had painted black shadows by every +boulder, and most things looked asleep except the rill that went on +running. Only we and the rabbits, and the night moths and the beetles, +seemed to be stirring. An occasional bat appeared and vanished like a +spectral illusion, and I saw one owl flap across the moor with level +wings against the moon. + +"Oh, I _have_ enjoyed it!" was all I could say when I parted from the +bee-master. + +"And so have I, Master Jack," was his reply, and he hesitated as if he +had something more to say, and then he said it. "I never enjoyed it as +much, and you can thank your mother, sir, with old Isaac's duty, for +sending us to church. I'm sure I don't know why I never went before when +I was up yonder, for I always took notice of the bells. I reckon I +thought I hadn't time, but you can say, with my respects, sir, that +please GOD I shan't miss again." + +I believe he never did; and Cripple Charlie's father came to look on him +as half a parishioner. + +I was glad I had not shirked Evening Prayer myself, though (my sex and +age considered) it was not to be expected that I should comfort my +mother's heart by confessing as much. Let me confess it now, and confess +also that if it was the first time, it was not the last that I have had +cause to realize--oh women, for our sakes remember it!--into what light +and gentle hands GOD lays the reins that guide men's better selves. + + * * * * * + +The most remarkable event of the day happened at the end of it. Whilst +Isaac was feeling the weight of one of his hives, and just after I lost +chase of a very peculiar-looking beetle, from his squeezing himself away +from me under a boulder, I had caught sight of a bit of white heather, +and then bethought me of gathering a nosegay (to include this rarity) of +moor flowers and grasses for Mrs. Wood. So when we reached the lane on +our way home, I bade Isaac good-night, and said I would just run in by +the back way into the farm (we never called it the Academy) and leave +the flowers, that the school-mistress might put them in water. Mary Anne +was in the kitchen. + +"Where's Mrs. Wood?" said I, when she had got over that silly squeak +women always give when you come suddenly on them. + +"Dear, dear, Master Jack! what a turn you did give me! I thought it was +the tramp." + +"What tramp?" said I. + +"Why, a great lanky man that came skulking here a bit since, and asked +for the missus. She was down the garden, and I've half a notion he went +after her. I wish you'd go and look for her, Master Jack, and fetch her +in. It's as damp as dear knows what, and she takes no more care of +herself than a baby. And I'd be glad to know that man was off the place. +There's wall-fruit and lots of things about, a low fellow like that +might pick up." + +My ears felt a little hot at this allusion to low fellows and garden +thieving, and I hurried off to do Mary Anne's bidding without further +parley. There was a cloud over the moon as I ran down the back garden, +but when I was nearly at the end the moon burst forth again, so that I +could see. And this is what I saw:-- + +First, a white thing lying on the ground, and it was the widow's cap, +and then Mrs. Wood herself, with a gaunt lanky-looking man, such as Mary +Anne had described. Her head came nearly to his shoulder, as I was well +able to judge, for he was holding it in his hands and had laid his own +upon it, as if it were a natural resting-place. And his hair coming +against the darker part of hers, I could see that his was grey all over. +Up to this point I had been too much stupefied to move, and I had just +become conscious that I ought to go, when the white cap lying in the +moonlight seemed to catch his eye as it had caught mine; and he set his +heel on it with a vehemence that made me anxious to be off. I could not +resist one look back as I left the garden, if only to make sure that I +had not been dreaming. No, they were there still, and he was lifting the +coil of her hair, which I suppose had come down when the cap was pulled +off, and it took the full stretch of his arm to do so, before it fell +heavily from his fingers. + +When I presented myself to my mother with the bunch of flowers still in +my hand, she said, "Did my Jack get these for Mother?" + +I shook my head. "No, Mother. For Mrs. Wood." + +"You might have called at the farm as you passed," said she. + +"I did!" said I. + +"Couldn't you see Mrs. Wood, love?" + +"Yes, I saw her, but she'd got the tramp with her." + +"What tramp?" asked my mother in a horror-struck voice, which seemed +quite natural to me, for I had been brought up to rank tramps in the +same "dangerous class" with mad dogs, stray bulls, drunken men, and +other things which it is undesirable to meet. + +"The great lanky one," I explained, quoting from Mary Anne. + +"What was he doing with Mrs. Wood?" asked my mother anxiously. + +I had not yet recovered from my own bewilderment, and was reckless of +the shock inflicted by my reply. + +"_Pooring_ her head, and kissing it." + + + + +CHAPTER V. + + "To each his sufferings; all are men + Condemned alike to groan. + The tender for another's pain--" + GRAY. + + +Not even the miser's funeral had produced in the neighbourhood anything +like the excitement which followed that Sunday evening. At first my +mother--her mind filled by the simplest form of the problem, namely, +that Mrs. Wood was in the hands of a tramp--wished my father to take the +blunderbuss in his hand and step down to the farm. He had "pish"ed and +"pshaw"ed about the blunderbuss, and was beginning to say more, when I +was dismissed to bed, where I wandered back over the moors in uneasy +dreams, and woke with the horror of a tramp's hand upon my shoulder. +After suffering the terrors of night for some time, and finding myself +no braver with my head under the bedclothes than above them, I began +conscientiously to try my mother's family recipe for "bad dreams and +being afraid in the dark." This was to "say over" the Benedicite +correctly, which (if by a rare chance one were still awake at the end) +was to be followed by a succession of the hymns one knew by heart. It +required an effort to _begin_, and to _really try_, but the children of +such mothers as ours are taught to make efforts, and once fairly +started, and holding on as a duty, it certainly did tend to divert the +mind from burglars and ghosts, to get the beasts, creeping things, and +fowls of the air into their right places in the chorus of benedictions. +That Jem never could discriminate between the "Dews and Frosts" and +"Frost and Cold" verses needs no telling. I have often finished and +still been frightened and had to fall back upon the hymns, but this +night I began to dream pleasanter dreams of Charlie's father and the +bee-master before I got to the holy and humble men of heart. + +I slept long then, and Mother would not let me be awakened. When I did +open my eyes Jem was sitting at the end of the bed, dying to tell me the +news. + +"Jack! you have waked, haven't you? I see your eyes. Don't shut 'em +again. What _do_ you think? _Mrs. Wood's husband has come home!_" + +I never knew the ins and outs of the story very exactly. At the time +that what did become generally known was fresh in people's minds Jem and +I were not by way of being admitted to "grown-up" conversations; and +though Mrs. Wood's husband and I became intimate friends, I neither +wished nor dared to ask him more about his past than he chose to tell, +for I knew enough to know that it must be a most intolerable pain to +recall it. + +What we had all heard of the story was this. Mr. Wood had been a head +clerk in a house of business. A great forgery was committed against his +employers, and he was accused. He was tried, condemned, and sentenced to +fourteen years' penal servitude, which, in those days, meant +transportation abroad. For some little time the jury had not been +unanimous. One man doubted the prisoner's guilt--the man we afterwards +knew as the old miser of Walnut-tree Farm. But he was over-persuaded at +last, and Mr. Wood was convicted and sentenced. He had spent ten years +of his penal servitude in Bermuda when a man lying in Maidstone Jail +under sentence of death for murder, confessed (amongst other crimes of +which he disburdened his conscience) that it was he, and not the man who +had been condemned, who had committed the forgery. Investigation +confirmed the truth of this statement, and Mr. Wood was "pardoned" and +brought home. + +He had just come. He was the tramp. + +In this life the old miser never knew that his first judgment had been +the just one, but the doubt which seems always to have haunted +him--whether he had not helped to condemn the innocent--was the reason +of his bequest to the convict's wife, and explained much of the +mysterious wording of the will. + +It was a tragic tale, and gave a terrible interest to the gaunt, +white-haired, shattered-looking man who was the hero of it. It had one +point of special awe for me, and I used to watch him in church and think +of it, till I am ashamed to say that I forgot even when to stand up and +sit down. He had served ten years of his sentence. Ten years! Ten times +three hundred and sixty-five days! All the days of the years of my life. +The weight of that undeserved punishment had fallen on him the year that +I was born, and all that long, long time of home with Mother and Father +and Jem--all the haymaking summers and snowballing winters--whilst Jem +and I had never been away from home, and had had so much fun, and +nothing very horrid that I could call to mind except the mumps--he had +been an exile working in chains. I remember rousing up with a start from +the realization of this one Sunday to find myself still standing in the +middle of the Litany. My mother was behaving too well herself to find me +out, and though Jem was giggling he dared not move, because he was +kneeling next my father, whose back was turned to me. I knelt down, and +started to hear the parson say--"show Thy pity upon all prisoners and +captives!" And then I knew what it is to wish when it is too late. For I +did so wish I had really prayed for prisoners and captives every Sunday, +because then I should have prayed for that poor man nearly all the long +time he had been so miserable; for we began to go to church very early, +and one learns to pray easier and sooner than one learns anything else. + +All this had happened in the holidays, but when they were over school +opened as before, and with additional scholars; for sympathy was wide +and warm with the school-mistress. Strangely enough, both partners in +the firm which had prosecuted Mr. Wood were dead. Their successors +offered him employment, but he could not face the old associations. I +believe he found it so hard to face any one, that this was the reason of +his staying at home for a time and helping in the school. I don't think +we boys made him uncomfortable as grown-up strangers seemed to do, and +he was particularly fond of Cripple Charlie. + +This brought me into contact with him, for Charlie and I were great +friends. He was as well pleased to be read to out of the Penny Numbers +as the bee-master, and he was interested in things of which Isaac +Irvine was completely ignorant. + +Our school was a day-school, but Charlie had been received by Mrs. Wood +as a boarder. His poor back could not have borne to be jolted to and +from the moors every day. So he lived at Walnut-tree Farm, and now and +then his father would come down in a light cart, lent by one of the +parishioners, and take Charlie home from Saturday to Monday, and then +bring him back again. + +The sisters came to see him too, by turns, sometimes walking and +sometimes riding a rough-coated pony, who was well content to be tied to +a gate, and eat some of the grass that overgrew the lane. And often +Charlie came to _us_, especially in haytime, for haycocks seem very +comfortable (for people whose backs hurt) to lean against; and we could +cover his legs with hay too, as he liked them to be hidden. There is no +need to say how tender my mother was to him, and my father used to look +at him half puzzledly and half pitifully, and always spoke to him in +quite a different tone of voice to the one he used with other boys. + +Jem gave Charlie the best puppy out of the curly brown spaniel lot; but +he didn't really like being with him, though he was sorry for him, and +he could not bear seeing his poor legs. + +"They make me feel horrid," Jem said. "And even when they're covered +up, I know they're there." + +"You're a chip of the old block, Jem," said my father, "I'd give a +guinea to a hospital any day sooner than see a patient. I'm as sorry as +can be for the poor lad, but he turns me queer, though I feel ashamed of +it. I like things _sound_. Your mother's different; she likes 'em better +for being sick and sorry, and I suppose Jack takes after her." + +My father was wrong about me. Pity for Charlie was not half of the tie +between us. When he was talking, or listening to the penny numbers, I +never thought about his legs or his back, and I don't now understand how +anybody could. + +He read and remembered far more than I did, and he was even wilder about +strange countries. He had as adventurous a spirit as any lad in the +school, cramped up as it was in that misshapen body. I knew he'd have +liked to go round the world as well as I, and he often laughed and +said--"What's more, Jack, if I'd the money I would. People are very kind +to poor wretches like me all over the world. I should never want a +helping hand, and the only difference between us would be, that I should +be carried on board ship by some kind-hearted blue-jacket, and you'd +have to scramble for yourself." + +He was very anxious to know Isaac Irvine, and when I brought the +bee-master to see him, they seemed to hold friendly converse with their +looks even before either of them spoke. It was a bad day with Charlie, +but he set his lips against the pain, and raised himself on one arm to +stare out of his big brown eyes at the old man, who met them with as +steady a gaze out of his. Then Charlie lowered himself again, and said +in a tone of voice by which I knew he was pleased, "I'm so glad you've +come to see me, old Isaac. It's very kind of you. Jack says you know a +lot about live things, and that you like the numbers we like in the +_Penny Cyclopaedia_. I wanted to see you, for I think you and I are much +in the same boat; you're old, and I'm crippled, and we're both too poor +to travel. But Jack's to go, and when he's gone, you and I'll follow him +on the map." + +"GOD willing, sir," said the bee-master; and when he said that, I knew +how sorry he felt for poor Charlie, for when he was moved he always said +very short things, and generally something religious. + +And for all Charlie's whims and fancies, and in all his pain and +fretfulness, and through fits of silence and sensitiveness, he had never +a better friend than Isaac Irvine. Indeed the bee-master was one of +those men (to be found in all ranks) whose delicate tenderness might not +be guessed from the size and roughness of the outer man. + +Our neighbours were all very kind to Mr. Wood, in their own way, but +they were a little impatient of his slowness to be sociable, and had, I +think, a sort of feeling that the ex-convict ought not only to enjoy +evening parties more than other people, but to be just a little more +grateful for being invited. + +However, one must have a strong and sensitive imagination to cultivate +wide sympathies when one lives a quiet, methodical life in the place +where one's father and grandfather lived out quiet methodical lives +before one; and I do not think we were an imaginative race. + +The school-master (as we used to call him) had seen and suffered so much +more of life than we, that I do not think he resented the clumsiness of +our sympathy; but now I look back I fancy that he must have felt as if +he wanted years of peace and quiet in which to try and forget the years +of suffering. Old Isaac said one day, "I reckon the master feels as if +he wanted to sit down and say to hisself over and over again, 'I'm a +free man, I'm a free man, I'm a free man,' till he can fair trust +himself to believe it." + +Isaac was probably right, and perhaps evening parties, though they are +meant for treats, are not the best places to sit down and feel free in, +particularly when there are a lot of strange people who have heard a +dreadful story about you, and want to see what you look like after it. + +During the summer holidays Jem and I were out the whole day long. When +we came in I was ready for the Penny Numbers, but Jem always fell +asleep, even if he did not go to bed at once. My father did just the +same. I think their feeling about houses was of a perfectly primitive +kind. They looked upon them as comfortable shelter for sleeping and +eating, but not at all as places in which to pursue any occupation. +Life, for them, was lived out-of-doors. + +I know now how dull this must have made the evenings for my mother, and +that it was very selfish of me to wait till my father was asleep (for +fear he should say "no"), and then to ask her leave to take the Penny +Numbers down to the farm and sit with Cripple Charlie. + +Now and then she would go too, and chat with Mrs. Wood, whilst the +school-master and I were turning the terrestrial globe by Charlie's +sofa; but as a rule Charlie and I were alone, and the Woods went round +the homestead together, and came home hand in hand, through the garden, +and we laughed to think how we had taken him for a tramp. + +And sometimes on a summer's evening, when we talked and read aloud to +each other across a quaint oak table that had been the miser's, of +far-away lands and strange birds of gorgeous plumage, the school-master +sat silent in the arm-chair by the open lattice, resting his white head +against the mullion that the ivy was creeping up, and listened to the +blackbirds and thrushes as their songs dropped by odd notes into +silence, and gazed at the near fields and trees, and the little +homestead with its hayricks on the hill, when the grass was apple-green +in the gold mist of sunset: and went on gazing when that had faded into +fog, and the hedgerow elms were black against the sky, as if the eye +could not be filled with seeing, nor the ear with hearing! + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + + "Who, doomed to go in company with Pain, + Turns his necessity to glorious gain." + WORDSWORTH. + + +"Jack," said Charlie, "listen!" + +He was reading bits out of the numbers to me, whilst I was rigging a +miniature yacht to sail on the dam; and Mrs. Wood's husband was making a +plan of something at another table, and occasionally giving me advice +about my masts and sails. "It's about the South American forests," said +Charlie. "'There every tree has a character of its own; each has its +peculiar foliage, and probably also a tint unlike that of the trees +which surround it. Gigantic vegetables of the most different families +intermix their branches; five-leaved bignonias grow by the side of +bonduc-trees; cassias shed their yellow blossoms upon the rich fronds of +arborescent ferns; myrtles and eugenias, with their thousand arms, +contrast with the elegant simplicity of palms; and among the airy +foliage of the mimosa the ceropia elevates its giant leaves and heavy +candelabra-shaped branches. Of some trees the trunk is perfectly smooth, +of others it is defended by enormous spines, and the whole are often +apparently sustained by the slanting stems of a huge wild fig-tree. With +us, the oak, the chestnut, and the beech seem as if they bore no +flowers, so small are they and so little distinguishable except by +naturalists; but in the forests of South America it is often the most +gigantic trees that produce the most brilliant flowers; cassias hang +down their pendants of golden blossoms, vochisias unfold their singular +bunches; corollas, longer than those of our foxglove, sometimes yellow +or sometimes purple, load the arborescent bignonias; while the chorisias +are covered, as it were, with lilies, only their colours are richer and +more varied; grasses also appear in form of bamboos, as the most +graceful of trees; bauhinias, bignonias, and aroideous plants cling +round the trees like enormous cables; orchideous plants and bromelias +overrun their limbs, or fasten themselves to them when prostrated by the +storm, and make even their dead remains become verdant with leaves and +flowers not their own.'" + +Though he could read very well, Charlie had, so far, rather stumbled +through the long names in this description, but he finished off with +fluency, not to say enthusiasm. "'Such are the ancient forests, +flourishing in a damp and fertile soil, and clothed with perpetual +green.'" + +I was half-way through a profound sigh when I caught the school-master's +eye, who had paused in his plan-making and was listening with his head +upon his hand. + +"What a groan!" he exclaimed. "What's the matter?" + +"It sounds so splendid!" I answered, "and I'm so afraid I shall never +see it. I told Father last night I should like to be a sailor, but he +only said 'Stuff and nonsense,' and that there was a better berth +waiting for me in Uncle Henry's office than any of the Queen's ships +would provide for me; and Mother begged me never to talk of it any more, +if I didn't want to break her heart"--and I sighed again. + +The school-master had a long smooth face, which looked longer from +melancholy, and he turned it and his arms over the back of the chair, +and looked at me with the watchful listening look his eyes always had; +but I am not sure if he was really paying much attention to me, for he +talked (as he often did) as if he were talking to himself. + +"I wanted to be a soldier," he said, "and my father wouldn't let me. I +often used to wish I had run away and enlisted, when I was with +Quarter-master McCulloch, of the Engineers (he'd risen from the ranks +and was younger than me), in Bermuda." + +"Bermuda! That's not very far from South America, is it?" said I, +looking across to the big map of the world. "Is it very beautiful, too?" + +The school-master's eyes contracted as if he were short-sighted, or +looking at something inside his own head. But he smiled as he answered-- + +"The poet says, + + 'A pleasing land of drowsy-head it is, + Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; + And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, + For ever flushing round a summer sky.'" + +"But are there any curious beasts and plants and that sort of thing?" I +asked. + +"I believe there were no native animals originally," said the +school-master. "I mean inland ones. But the fowls of the air and the +fishes of the sea are of all lovely forms and colours. And such corals +and sponges, and sea-anemones, blooming like flowers in the transparent +pools of the warm blue water that washes the coral reefs and fills the +little creeks and bays!" + +I gasped--and he went on. "The commonest trees, I think, are palms and +cedars. Lots of the old houses were built of cedar, and I've heard of +old cedar furniture to be picked up here and there, as some people buy +old oak out of English farm-houses. It is very durable and deliriously +scented. People used to make cedar bonfires when the small-pox was +about, to keep away infection. The gardens will grow anything, and plots +of land are divided by oleander hedges of many colours." + +"Oh--h!" ejaculated I, in long-drawn notes of admiration. The +school-master's eyes twinkled. + +"Not only," continued he, "do very gaudy lobsters and quaint cray-fish +and crabs with lanky legs dispute your attention on the shore with the +shell-fish of the loveliest hues; there is no lack of remarkable +creatures indoors. Monstrous spiders, whose bite is very unpleasant, +drop from the roof; tarantulas and scorpions get into your boots, and +cockroaches, hideous to behold and disgusting to smell, invade every +place from your bed to your store-cupboard. If you possess anything, +from food and clothing to books and boxes, the ants will find it and +devour it, and if you possess a garden the mosquitoes will find you and +devour you." + +"Oh--h!" I exclaimed once more, but this time in a different tone. + +Mr. Wood laughed heartily. "Tropical loveliness has its drawbacks, Jack. +Perhaps some day when your clothes are moulded, and your brain feels +mouldy too with damp heat, and you can neither work in the sun nor be +at peace in the shade, you may wish you were sitting on a stool in your +uncle's office, undisturbed by venomous insects, and cool in a November +fog." + +I laughed too, but I shook my head. + +"No. I shan't mind the insects if I can get there. Charlie, were those +wonderful ants old Isaac said you'd been reading about, Bermuda ants?" + +I did not catch Charlie's muttered reply, and when I looked round I saw +that his face was buried in the red cushions, and that he was (what Jem +used to call) "in one of his tempers." + +I don't exactly know how it was. I don't think Charlie was jealous or +really cross, but he used to take fits of fancying he was in the way, +and out of it all (from being a cripple), if we seemed to be very busy +without him, especially about such things as planning adventures. I knew +what was the matter directly, but I'm afraid my consolation was rather +clumsy. + +"Don't be cross, Charlie," I said; "I thought you were listening too, +and if it's because you think you won't be able to go, I don't believe +there's really a bit more chance of my going, though my legs _are_ all +right." + +"Don't bother about me," said Charlie; "but I wish you'd put these +numbers down, they're in my way." And he turned pettishly over. + +Before I could move, the school-master had taken the papers, and was +standing over Charlie's couch, with his right hand against the wall, at +the level of his head, and his left arm hanging by his side; and I +suppose it was his attitude which made me notice, before he began to +speak, what a splendid figure he had, and how strong he looked. He spoke +in an odd, abrupt sort of voice, very different from the way he had been +talking to me, but he looked down at Charlie so intensely, that I think +he felt it through the cushions, and lifted his head. + +"When your father has been bringing you down here, or at any time when +you have been out amongst other people, have you ever overheard them +saying, 'Poor chap! it's a sad thing,' and things of that kind, as if +they were sorry for you?" + +Cripple Charlie's face flushed scarlet, and my own cheeks burned, as I +looked daggers at the school-master, for what seemed a brutal +insensibility to the lame boy's feelings. He did not condescend, +however, to meet my eyes. His own were still fixed steadily on +Charlie's, and he went on. + +"_I've heard it._ My ears are quick, and for many a Sunday after I came +I caught the whispers behind me as I went up the aisle, 'Poor man!' +'Poor gentleman!' 'He looks bad, too!' One morning an old woman, in a +big black bonnet, said, 'Poor soul!' so close to me, that I looked +down, and met her withered eyes, full of tears--for me!--and I said, +'Thank you, mother,' and she fingered the sleeve of my coat with her +trembling hand (the veins were standing out on it like ropes), and said, +'I've knowed trouble myself, my dear. The Lord bless yours to you!'" + +"It must have been Betty Johnson," I interpolated; but the school-master +did not even look at me. + +"You and I," he said, bending nearer to Cripple Charlie, "have had our +share of this life's pain so dealt out to us that any one can see and +pity us. My boy, take a fellow-sufferer's word for it, it is wise and +good not to shrink from the seeing and pitying. The weight of the cross +spreads itself and becomes lighter if one learns to suffer with others +as well as with oneself, to take pity and to give it. And as one learns +to be pained with the pains of others, one learns to be happy in their +happiness and comforted by their sympathy, and then no man's life can be +quite empty of pleasure. I don't know if my troubles have been lighter +or heavier ones than yours----" + +The school-master stopped short, and turned his head so that his face +was almost hidden against his hand upon the wall. Charlie's big eyes +were full of tears, and I am sure I distinctly felt my ears poke +forwards on my head with anxious curiosity to catch what Mr. Wood would +tell us about that dreadful time of which he had never spoken. + +"When I was your age," he said bluntly, "I was unusually lithe and +active and strong for mine. When I was half as old again, I was stronger +than any man I knew, and had many a boyish triumph out of my strength, +because I was slender and graceful, and this concealed my powers. I had +all the energies and ambitions natural to unusual vigour and manly +skill. I wanted to be a soldier, but it was not to be, and I spent my +youth at a desk in a house of business. I adapted myself, but none the +less I chafed whenever I heard of manly exploits, and of the delights +and dangers that came of seeing the world. I used to think I could bear +anything to cross the seas and see foreign climes. I did cross the +Atlantic at last--a convict in a convict ship (GOD help any man who +knows what that is!), and I spent the ten best years of my manhood at +the hulks working in chains. You've never lost freedom, my lad, so you +have never felt what it is not to be able to believe you've got it back. +You don't know what it is to turn nervous at the responsibility of being +your own master for a whole day, or to wake in a dainty room, with the +birds singing at the open window, and to shut your eyes quickly and pray +to go on dreaming a bit, because you feel sure you're really in your +hammock in the hulks." + +The school-master lifted his other hand above his head, and pressed both +on it, as if he were in pain. What Charlie was doing I don't know, but I +felt so miserable I could not help crying, and had to hunt for my +pocket-handkerchief under the table. It was full of acorns, and by the +time I had emptied it and dried my eyes, Mr. Wood was lifting Charlie in +his arms, and arranging his cushions. + +"Oh, thank you!" Charlie said, as he leant back; "how comfortable you +have made me!" + +"I have been sick-nurse, amongst other trades. For some months I was a +hospital warder." + +"Was that when----" Charlie began, and then he stopped short, and said, +"Oh, I beg your pardon!" + +"Yes; it was when I was a convict," said the school-master. "No offence, +my boy. If I preach I must try to practise. Jack's eyes are dropping out +of his head to hear more of Bermuda, and you and I will put our whims +and moods on one side, and we'll all tell travellers' tales together." + +Cripple Charlie kept on saying "Thank you," and I know he was very sorry +not to be able to think of anything more to say, for he told me so. He +wanted to have thanked him better, because he knew that Mr. Wood had +talked about his having been a convict, when he did not like to talk +about it, just to show Charlie that he knew what pain, and not being +able to do what you want, feel like, and that Charlie ought not to fancy +he was neglected. + +And that was the beginning of all the stories the school-master used to +tell us, and of the natural history lessons he gave us, and of his +teaching me to stuff birds, and do all kinds of things. + +We used to say to him, "You're better than the Penny Numbers, for you're +quite as interesting, and we're sure you're true." And the odd thing was +that he made Charlie much more contented, because he started him with so +many collections, whilst he made me only more and more anxious to see +the world. + + + + +CHAPTER VII. + + "Much would have more, and lost all."--_English Proverb_. + + "Learn you to an ill habit, and ye'll ca't custom." + _Scotch Proverb_. + + +The lane was full of colour that autumn, the first autumn of the +convict's return. The leaves turned early, and fell late, and made the +hedges gayer than when the dog-roses were out; for not only were the +leaves of all kinds brighter than many flowers, but the berries (from +the holly and mountain-ash to the hips and haws) were so thick-set, and +so red and shining, that, as my dear mother said, "they looked almost +artificial." + +I remember it well, because of two things. First, that Jem got five of +the largest hips we had ever seen off a leafless dog-rose branch which +stuck far out of the hedge, and picked the little green coronets off, so +that they were smooth and glossy, and egg-shaped, and crimson on one +side and yellow on the other; and then he got an empty chaffinch's nest +close by and put the five hips into it, and took it home, and persuaded +Alice our new parlourmaid that it was a robin redbreast's nest with eggs +in it. And she believed it, for she came from London and knew no better. + +The second thing I remember that autumn by, is that everybody expected a +hard winter because of the berries being so fine, and the hard winter +never came, and the birds ate worms and grubs and left most of the hedge +fruits where they were. + +November was bright and mild, and the morning frosts only made the +berries all the glossier when the sun came out. We had one or two +snow-storms in December, and then we all said, "Now it's coming!" but +the snow melted away and left no bones behind. In January the snow lay +longer, and left big bones on the moors, and Jem and I made a slide to +school on the pack track, and towards the end of the month the mill-dam +froze hard, and we had slides fifteen yards long, and skating; and +Winter seemed to have come back in good earnest to fetch his bones away. + +Jem was great fun in frosty weather; Charlie and I used to die of +laughing at him. I think cold made him pugnacious; he seemed always +ready for a row, and was constantly in one. The January frost came in +our Christmas holidays, so Jem had lots of time on his hands; he spent +almost all of it out of doors, and he devoted a good deal of it to +fighting with the rough lads of the village. There was a standing +subject of quarrel, which is a great thing for either tribes or +individuals who have a turn that way. A pond at the corner of the lower +paddock was fed by a stream which also fed the mill-dam; and the +mill-dam was close by, though, as it happened, not on my father's +property. Old custom made the mill-dam the winter resort of all the +village sliders and skaters, and my father displayed a good deal of +toleration when those who could not find room for a new slide, or wished +to practise their "outer edge" in a quiet spot, came climbing over the +wall (there was no real thoroughfare) and invaded our pond. + +Perhaps it is because gratitude is a fatiguing virtue, or perhaps it is +because self-esteem has no practical limits, that favours are seldom +regarded as such for long. They are either depreciated, or claimed as +rights; very often both. And what is common in all classes is almost +universal amongst the uneducated. You have only to make a system of +giving your cast-off clothes to some shivering family, and you will not +have to wait long for an eloquent essay on their shabbiness, or for an +outburst of sincere indignation if you venture to reserve a warm jacket +for a needy relative. Prescriptive rights, in short, grow faster than +pumpkins, which is amongst the many warnings life affords us to be just +as well as generous. Thence it had come about that the young roughs of +the village regarded our pond to all winter intents and purposes as +theirs, and my father as only so far and so objectionably concerned in +the matter that he gave John Binder a yearly job in patching up the wall +which it took them three months' trouble to kick a breach in. + +Our neighbours were what is called "very independent" folk. In the +grown-up people this was modified by the fact that no one who has to +earn his own livelihood can be quite independent of other people; if he +would live he must let live, and throw a little civility into the +bargain. But boys of an age when their parents found meals and hobnailed +boots for them whether they behaved well or ill, were able to display +independence in its roughest form. And when the boys of our +neighbourhood were rough, they were very rough indeed. + +The village boys had their Christmas holidays about the same time that +we had ours, which left them as much spare time for sliding and skating +as we had, but they had their dinner at twelve o'clock, whilst we had +ours at one, so that any young roughs who wished to damage our pond were +just comfortably beginning their mischief as Jem and I were saying grace +before meat, and the thought of it took away our appetites again and +again. + +That winter they were particularly aggravating. The December frost was +a very imperfect one, and the mill-dam never bore properly, so the boys +swarmed over our pond, which was shallow and safe. Very few of them +could even hobble on skates, and those few carried the art no farther +than by cutting up the slides. But thaw came on, so that there was no +sliding, and then the young roughs amused themselves with stamping holes +in the soft ice with their hobnailed heels. When word came to us that +they were taking the stones off our wall and pitching them down on to +the soft ice below, to act as skaters' stumbling-blocks for the rest of +that hard winter which we expected, Jem's indignation was not greater +than mine. My father was not at home, and indeed, when we had complained +before, he rather snubbed us, and said that we could not want the whole +of the pond to ourselves, and that he had always lived quietly with his +neighbours and we must learn to do the same, and so forth. No action at +all calculated to assuage our thirst for revenge was likely to be taken +by him, so Jem and I held a council by Charlie's sofa, and it was a +council of war. At the end we all three solemnly shook hands, and +Charlie was left to write and despatch brief notes of summons to our +more distant school-mates, whilst Jem and I tucked up our trousers, +wound our comforters sternly round our throats, and went forth in +different directions to gather the rest. + +(Having lately been reading about the Highlanders, who used to send +round a fiery cross when the clans were called to battle, I should have +liked to do so in this instance; but as some of the Academy boys were no +greater readers than Jem, they might not have known what it meant, so we +abandoned the notion.) + +There was not an Academy boy worth speaking of who was in time for +dinner the following day; and several of them brought brothers or +cousins to the fray. By half-past twelve we had crept down the field +that was on the other side of our wall, and had hidden ourselves in +various corners of a cattle-shed, where a big cart and some sail-cloth +and a turnip heap provided us with ambush. By and by certain familiar +whoops and hullohs announced that the enemy was coming. One or two +bigger boys made for the dam (which I confess was a relief to us), but +our own particular foes advanced with a rush upon the wall. + +"They hevn't coomed yet, hev they?" we heard the sexton's son say, as he +peeped over at our pond. + +"Noa," was the reply. "It's not gone one yet." + +"It's gone one by t' church. I yeard it as we was coming up t' lane." + +"T' church clock's always hafe-an-hour fasst, thee knows." + +"It isn't!" + +"It is." + +"T' church clock's t' one to go by, anyhow," the sexton's son +maintained. + +His friend guffawed aloud. + +"And it's a reight 'un to go by too, my sakes! when thee feyther shifts +t' time back'ards and for'ards every Sunday morning to suit hissen." + +"To suit hissen! To suit t' ringers, ye mean!" said the sexton's son. + +"What's thou to do wi' t' ringers?" was the reply, enforced apparently +by a punch in the back, and the two lads came cuffing and struggling up +the field, much to my alarm, but fortunately they were too busy to +notice us. + +Meanwhile, the rest had not been idle at the wall. Jem had climbed on +the cart, and peeping through a brick hole he could see that they had +with some difficulty disengaged a very heavy stone. As we were turning +our heads to watch the two lads fighting near our hiding-place, we heard +the stone strike with a heavy thud upon the rotten ice below, and it was +echoed by a groan of satisfaction from above. + +("Ready!" I whispered.) + +"You'll break somebody's nose when it's frosted in," cried Bob Furniss, +in a tone of sincere gratification. + +"Eh, Tim Binder! there'll be a rare job for thee feyther next spring, +fettling up this wall, by t' time we've done wi' it." + +"Let me come," we heard Tim say. "Thou can't handle a stone. Let me +come. Th' ice is as soft as loppered milk, and i' ten minutes, I'll fill +yon bit they're so chuff of skating on, as thick wi' stones as a +quarry." + +("Now!" I said.) + +Our foes considerably outnumbered us, but I think they were at a +disadvantage. They had worked off a good deal of their steam, and ours +was at explosion point. We took them by surprise and in the rear. They +had had some hard exercise, and we were panting to begin. As a matter of +fact those who could get away ran away. We caught all we could, and +punched and pummelled and rolled them in the snow to our hearts' +content. + +Jem never was much of a talker, and I never knew him speak when he was +fighting; but three several times on this occasion, I heard him say very +stiffly and distinctly (he was on the top of Tim Binder), "I'll fettle +thee! I'll fettle thee! I'll fettle thee!" + +The battle was over, the victory was ours, but the campaign was not +ended, and thenceforward the disadvantages would be for us. Even real +warfare is complicated when men fight with men less civilized than +themselves; and we had learnt before now that when we snowballed each +other or snowballed the rougher "lot" of village boys, we did so under +different conditions. _We_ had our own code of honour and fairness, but +Bob Furniss was not above putting a stone into a snowball if he owed a +grudge. + +So when we heard a rumour that the bigger "roughs" were going to join +the younger ones, and lie in wait to "pay us off" the first day we came +down to the ice, I cannot say we felt comfortable, though we resolved to +be courageous. Meanwhile, the thaw continued, which suspended +operations, and gave time, which is good for healing; and Christmas +came, and we and our foes met and mingled in the mummeries of the +season, and wished each other Happy New Years, and said nothing about +the pond. + +How my father came to hear of the matter we did not know at the time, +but one morning he summoned Jem and me, and bade us tell him all about +it. I was always rather afraid of my father, and I should have made out +a very stammering story, but Jem flushed up like a turkey-cock, and gave +our version of the business very straightforwardly. The other side of +the tale my father had evidently heard, and we fancied he must have +heard also of the intended attack on us, for it never took place, and +we knew of interviews which he had with John Binder and others of our +neighbours; and when the frost came in January, we found that the stones +had been taken out of the pond, and my father gave us a sharp lecture +against being quarrelsome and giving ourselves airs, and it ended +with--"The pond is mine. I wish you to remember it, because it makes it +your duty to be hospitable and civil to the boys I allow to go on it. +And I have very decidedly warned them and their parents to remember it, +because if my permission for fair amusement is abused to damage and +trespass, I shall withdraw the favour and prosecute intruders. But the +day I shut up my pond from my neighbours, I shall forbid you and Jack to +go on it again unless the fault is more entirely on one side than it's +likely to be when boys squabble." + +My father waved our dismissal, but I hesitated. + +"The boys won't think we told tales to you to get out of another fight?" +I gasped. + +"Everybody knows perfectly well how I heard. It came to the sexton's +ears, and he very properly informed me." + +I felt relieved, and the first day we had on the ice went off very +fairly. The boys were sheepish at first and slow to come on, and when +they had assembled in force they were inclined to be bullying. But Jem +and I kept our tempers, and by and by my father came down to see us, +and headed a long slide in which we and our foes were combined. As he +left he pinched Jem's frosty ear, and said, "Let me hear if there's any +real malice, but don't double your fists at every trifle. Slide and let +slide! slide and let slide!" And he took a pinch of snuff and departed. + +And Jem was wonderfully peaceable for the rest of the day. A word from +my father went a long way with him. They were very fond of each other. + +I had no love of fighting for fighting's sake, and I had other interests +besides sliding and skating; so I was well satisfied that we got through +the January frost without further breaches of the peace. Towards the end +of the month we all went a good deal upon the mill-dam, and Mr. Wood +(assisted by me as far as watching, handing tools and asking questions +went) made a rough sledge, in which he pushed Charlie before him as he +skated; and I believe the village boys, as well as his own +school-fellows, were glad that Cripple Charlie had a share in the winter +fun, for wherever Mr. Wood drove him, both sliders and skaters made way. + +And even on the pond there were no more real battles that winter. Only +now and then some mischievous urchin tripped up our brand-new skates, +and begged our pardon as he left us on our backs. And more than once, +when "the island" in the middle of the pond was a very fairyland of +hoar-frosted twigs and snow-plumed larches, I have seen its white +loveliness rudely shaken, and skating round to discover the cause, have +beheld Jem, with cheeks redder than his scarlet comforter, return an +"accidental" shove with interest; or posed like a ruffled robin +redbreast, to defend a newly-made slide against intruders. + + + + +CHAPTER VIII. + + "He it was who sent the snowflakes + Sifting, hissing through the forest; + Froze the ponds, the lakes, the rivers, + * * * * * + Shinbegis, the diver, feared not." + _The Song of Hiawatha_. + + +The first day of February was mild, and foggy, and cloudy, and in the +night I woke feeling very hot, and threw off my quilt, and heard the +dripping of soft rain in the dark outside, and thought, "There goes our +skating." Towards morning, however, I woke again, and had to pull the +quilt back into its place, and when I started after breakfast to see +what the dam looked like, there was a sharpish frost, which, coming +after a day of thaw, had given the ice such a fine smooth surface as we +had not had for long. + +I felt quite sorry for Jem, because he was going in the dog-cart with my +father to see a horse, and as I hadn't got him to skate with, I went +down to the farm after breakfast, to see what Charlie and the Woods were +going to do. Charlie was not well, but Mr. Wood said he would come to +the dam with me after dinner, as he had to go to the next village on +business, and the dam lay in his way. + +"Keep to the pond this morning, Jack," he added, to my astonishment. +"Remember it thawed all yesterday; and if the wheel was freed and has +been turning, it has run water off from under the ice, and all may not +be sound that's smooth." + +The pond was softer than it looked, but the mill-dam was most tempting. +A sheet of "glare ice," as Americans say, smooth and clear as a +newly-washed window-pane. I did not go on it, but I brought Mr. Wood to +it early in the afternoon, in the full hope that he would give me leave. + +We found several young men on the bank, some fastening their skates and +some trying the ice with their heels, and as we stood there the numbers +increased, and most of them went on without hesitation; and when they +rushed in groups together, I noticed that the ice slightly swayed. + +"The ice bends a good deal," said Mr. Wood to a man standing next to us. + +"They say it's not so like to break when it bends," was the reply; and +the man moved on. + +A good many of the elder men from the village had come up, and a group, +including John Binder, now stood alongside of us. + +"There's a good sup of water atop of it," said the mason; and I noticed +then that the ice seemed to look wetter, like newly-washed glass still, +but like glass that wants wiping dry. + +"I'm afraid the ice is not safe," said the school-master. + +"It's a tidy thickness, sir," said John Binder, and a heavy man, with +his hands in his pockets and his back turned to us, stepped down and +gave two or three jumps, and then got up again, and, with his back still +turned towards us, said, + +"It's reight enough." + +"It's right enough for one man, but not for a crowd, I'm afraid. Was the +water-wheel freed last night, do you know?" + +"It was loosed last night, but it's froz again," said a bystander. + +"It's not freezing now," said the school-master, "and you may see how +much larger that weak place where the stream is has got since yesterday. +However," he added, good-humouredly, "I suppose you think you know your +own mill-dam and its ways better than I can?" + +"Well," said the heavy man, still with his back to us, "I reckon we've +slid on this dam a many winters afore _you_ come. No offence, I hope?" + +"By no means," said the school-master; "but if you old hands do begin +to feel doubtful as the afternoon goes on, call off those lads at the +other end in good time. And if you could warn them not to go in rushes +together--but perhaps they would not listen to you," he added with a +spice of malice. + +"I don't suppose they would, sir," said John Binder, candidly. "They're +very venturesome, is lads." + +"I reckon they'll suit themselves," said the heavy man, and he jumped on +to the ice, and went off, still with his back to us. + +"If I hadn't lived so many years out of England and out of the world," +said the school-master, turning to me with a half-vexed laugh, "I don't +suppose I should discredit myself to no purpose by telling fools they +are in danger. Jack! will you promise me not to go on the dam this +afternoon?" + +"It is dangerous, is it?" I asked reluctantly; for I wanted sorely to +join the rest. + +"That's a matter of opinion, it seems. But I have a wish that you should +not go on till I come back. I'll be as quick as I can. Promise me." + +"I promise," said I. + +"Will you walk with me?" he asked. But I refused. I thought I would +rather watch the others; and accordingly, after I had followed the +school-master with my eyes as he strode off at a pace that promised +soon to bring him back, I put my hands into my pockets and joined the +groups of watchers on the bank. I suppose if I had thought about it, I +might have observed that though I was dawdling about, my nose and ears +and fingers were not nipped. Mr. Wood was right,--it had not been +freezing for hours past. + +The first thing I looked for was the heavy man. He was so clumsy-looking +that I quite expected him to fall when he walked off on to ice only fit +for skaters. But as I looked closer I saw that the wet on the top was +beginning to have a curdled look, and that the glassiness of the +mill-dam was much diminished. The heavy man's heavy boots got good +foothold, and several of his friends, seeing this, went after him. And +my promise weighed sorely on me. + +The next thing that drew my attention was a lad of about seventeen, who +was skating really well. Indeed, everybody was looking at him, for he +was the only one of the villagers who could perform in any but the +clumsiest fashion, and, with an active interest that hovered between +jeering and applause, his neighbours followed him up and down the dam. +As I might not go on, I wandered up and down the bank too, and +occasionally joined in a murmured cheer when he deftly evaded some +intentional blunderer, or cut a figure at the request of his particular +friends. I got tired at last, and went down to the pond, where I +ploughed about for a time on my skates in solitude, for the pond was +empty. Then I ran up to the house to see if Jem had come back, but he +had not, and I returned to the dam to wait for the school-master. + +The crowd was larger than before, for everybody's work-hours were over; +and the skater was still displaying himself. He was doing very difficult +figures now, and I ran round to where the bank was covered with people +watching him. In the minute that followed I remember three things with +curious distinctness. First, that I saw Mr. Wood coming back, only one +field off, and beckoned to him to be quick, because the lad was +beginning to cut a double three backwards, and I wanted the +school-master to see it. Secondly, that the sight of him seemed suddenly +to bring to my mind that we were all on the far side of the dam, the +side he thought dangerous. And thirdly, that, quickly as my eyes passed +from Mr. Wood to the skater, I caught sight of a bloated-looking young +man, whom we all knew as a sort of typical "bad lot," standing with +another man who was a great better, and from a movement between them, it +just flashed through my head that they were betting as to whether the +lad would cut the double three backwards or not. + +He cut one--two--and then he turned too quickly and his skate caught in +the softening ice, and when he came headlong, his head struck, and +where it struck it went through. It looked so horrible that it was a +relief to see him begin to struggle; but the weakened ice broke around +him with every effort, and he went down. + +For many a year afterwards I used to dream of his face as he sank, and +of the way the ice heaved like the breast of some living thing, and fell +back, and of the heavy waves that rippled over it out of that awful +hole. But great as was the shock, it was small to the storm of shame and +agony that came over me when I realized that every comrade who had been +around the lad had saved himself by a rush to the bank, where we huddled +together, a gaping crowd of foolhardy cowards, without skill to do +anything or heart to dare anything to save him. + +At that time it maddened me so, that I felt that if I could not help the +lad I would rather be drowned in the hole with him, and I began to +scramble in a foolish way down the bank, but John Binder caught me by +the arm and pulled me back, and said (I suppose to soothe me), + +"Yon's the school-master, sir;" and then I saw Mr. Wood fling himself +over the hedge by the alder thicket (he was rather good at high jumps), +and come flying along the bank towards us, when he said, + +"What's the matter?" + +I threw my arms round him and sobbed, "He was cutting a double three +backwards, and he went in." + +Mr. Wood unclasped my arms and turned to the rest. + +"What have you done with him?" he said. "Did he hurt himself?" + +If the crowd was cowardly and helpless, it was not indifferent; and I +shall never forget the haggard faces that turned by one impulse, where a +dozen grimy hands pointed--to the hole. + +"He's drowned dead." "He's under t' ice." "He went right down," several +men hastened to reply, but most of them only enforced the mute +explanation of their pointed finger with, "He's yonder." + +For yet an instant I don't think Mr. Wood believed it, and then he +seized the man next to him (without looking, for he was blind with rage) +and said, + +"He's yonder, _and you're here_?" + +As it happened, it was the man who had talked with his back to us. He +was very big and very heavy, but he reeled when Mr. Wood shook him, like +a feather caught by a storm. + +"You were foolhardy enough an hour ago," said the school-master. "Won't +one of you venture on to your own dam to help a drowning man?" + +"There's none on us can swim, sir," said John Binder. "It's a bad +job"--and he gave a sob that made me begin to cry again, and several +other people too--"but where'd be t' use of drowning five or six more +atop of him?" + +"Can any of you run if you can't swim?" said the school-master. "Get a +stout rope--as fast as you can, and send somebody for the doctor and a +bottle of brandy, and a blanket or two to carry him home in. Jack! Hold +these." + +I took his watch and his purse, and he went down the bank and walked on +to the ice; but after a time his feet went through as the skater's head +had gone. + +"It ain't a bit of use. There's nought to be done," said the bystanders: +for, except those who had run to do Mr. Wood's bidding, we were all +watching and all huddled closer to the edge than ever. The school-master +went down on his hands and knees, on which a big lad, with his hands in +his trouser-pockets, guffawed. + +"What's he up to now?" he asked. + +"Thee may haud thee tongue if thee can do nought," said a mill-girl who +had come up. "I reckon he knows what he's efter better nor thee." She +had pushed to the front, and was crouched upon the edge, and seemed very +much excited. "GOD bless him for trying to save t' best lad in t' +village i' any fashion, say I! There's them that's nearer kin to him and +not so kind." + +Perhaps the strict justice of this taunt prevented a reply (for there +lurks some fairness in the roughest of us), or perhaps the crowd, being +chiefly men knew from experience that there are occasions when it is +best to let a woman say her say. + +"Ye see he's trying to spread hisself out," John Binder explained in +pacific tones. "I reckon he thinks it'll bear him if he shifts half of +his weight on to his hands." + +The girl got nearer to the mason, and looked up at him with her eyes +full of tears. + +"Thank ye, John," she said. "D'ye think he'll get him out?" + +"Maybe he will, my lass. He's a man that knows what he's doing. I'll say +so much for him." + +"Nay!" added the mason sorrowfully. "Th' ice 'll never hold him--his +hand's in--and there goes his knee. Maester! maester!" he shouted, "come +off! come off!" and many a voice besides mine echoed him, "Come off! +come off!" + +The girl got John Binder by the arm, and said hoarsely, "Fetch him off! +He's a reight good 'un--over good to be drownded, if--if it's of no +use." And she sat down on the bank, and pulled her mill-shawl over her +head, and cried as I had never seen any one cry before. + +I was so busy watching her that I did not see that Mr. Wood had got back +to the bank. Several hands were held out to help him, but he shook his +head and said--"Got a knife?" + +Two or three jack-knives were out in an instant. He pointed to the alder +thicket. "I want two poles," he said, "sixteen feet long, if you can, +and as thick as my wrist at the bottom." + +"All right, sir." + +He sat down on the bank, and I rushed up and took one of his cold wet +hands in both mine, and said, "Please, please, don't go on any more." + +"He must be dead ever so long ago," I added, repeating what I had heard. + +"He hasn't been in the water ten minutes," said the school-master, +laughing, "Jack! Jack! you're not half ready for travelling yet. You +must learn not to lose your head and your heart and your wits and your +sense of time in this fashion, if you mean to be any good at a pinch to +yourself or your neighbours. Has the rope come?" + +"No, sir." + +"Those poles?" said the school-master, getting up. + +"They're here!" I shouted, as a young forest of poles came towards us, +so willing had been the owners of the jack-knives. The thickest had +been cut by the heavy man, and Mr. Wood took it first. + +"Thank you, friend," he said. The man didn't speak, and he turned his +back as usual, but he gave a sideways surly nod before he turned. The +school-master chose a second pole, and then pushed both before him right +out on to the ice, in such a way that with the points touching each +other they formed a sort of huge A, the thicker ends being the nearer to +the bank. + +"Now, Jack," said he, "pay attention; and no more blubbering. There's +always plenty of time for giving way _afterwards_." + +As he spoke he scrambled on to the poles, and began to work himself and +them over the ice, wriggling in a kind of snake fashion in the direction +of the hole. We watched him breathlessly, but within ten yards of the +hole he stopped. He evidently dared not go on; and the same thought +seized all of us--"Can he get back?" Spreading his legs and arms he now +lay flat upon the poles, peering towards the hole as if to try if he +could see anything of the drowning man. It was only for an instant, then +he rolled over on to the rotten ice, smashed through, and sank more +suddenly than the skater had done. + +The mill-girl jumped up with a wild cry and rushed to the water, but +John Binder pulled her back as he had pulled me. Martha, our housemaid, +said afterwards (and was ready to take oath on the gilt-edged Church +service my mother gave her) that the girl was so violent that it took +fourteen men to hold her; but Martha wasn't there, and I only saw two, +one at each arm, and when she fainted they laid her down and left her, +and hurried back to see what was going on. For tenderness is an acquired +grace in men, and it was not common in our neighbourhood. + +What was going on was that John Binder had torn his hat from his head +and was saying, "I don't know if there's aught we _can_ do, but I can't +go home myself and leave him yonder. I'm a married man with a family, +but I don't vally _my_ life if----" + +But the rest of this speech was drowned in noise more eloquent than +words, and then it broke into cries of "See thee!--It is--it's t' +maester! and he has--no!--yea!--he _has_--he's gotten him. Polly, lass! +he's fetched up thy Arthur by t' hair of his heead." + +It was strictly true. The school-master told me afterwards how it was. +When he found that the ice would bear no longer, he rolled into the +water on purpose, but, to his horror, he felt himself seized by the +drowning man, which pulled him suddenly down. The lad had risen once, it +seems, though we had not seen him, and had got a breath of air at the +hole, but the edge broke in his numbed fingers, and he sank again and +drifted under the ice. When he rose the second time, by an odd chance it +was just where Mr. Wood broke in, and his clutch of the school-master +nearly cost both their lives. + +"If ever," said Mr. Wood, when he was talking about it afterwards, "if +ever, Jack, when you're out in the world you get under water, and +somebody tries to save you, when he grips _you_, don't seize _him_, if +you can muster self-control to avoid it. If you cling to him, you'll +either drown both, or you'll force him to do as I did--throttle you, to +keep you quiet." + +"Did you?" I gasped. + +"Of course I did. I got him by the throat and dived with him--the only +real risk I ran, as I did not know how deep the dam was." + +"It's an old quarry," said I. + +"I know now. We went down well, and I squeezed his throat as we went. As +soon as he was still we naturally rose, and I turned on my back and got +him by the head. I looked about for the hole, and saw it glimmering +above me like a moon in a fog, and then up we came." + +When they did come up, our joy was so great that for the moment we felt +as if all was accomplished; but far the hardest part really was to come. +When the school-master clutched the poles once more, and drove one under +the lad's arms and under his own left arm, and so kept his burden +afloat whilst he broke a swimming path for himself with the other, our +admiration of his cleverness gave place to the blessed thought that it +might now be possible to help him. The sight of the poles seemed +suddenly to suggest it, and in a moment every spare pole had been +seized, and, headed by our heavy friend, eight or ten men plunged in, +and, smashing the ice before them, waded out to meet the school-master. +On the bank we were dead silent; in the water they neither stopped nor +spoke till it was breast high round their leader. + +I have often thought, and have always felt quite sure, that if the heavy +man had gone on till the little grey waves and the bits of ice closed +over him, not a soul of those who followed him would--nay, _could_--have +turned back. Heroism, like cowardice, is contagious, and I do not think +there was one of us by that time who would have feared to dare or +grudged to die. + +As it was, the heavy man stood still and shouted for the rope. It had +come, and perhaps it was not the smallest effect of the day's teaching, +that those on the bank paid it out at once to those in the water till it +reached the leader, without waiting to ask why he wanted it. The grace +of obedience is slow to be learnt by disputatious northmen, but we had +had some hard teaching that afternoon. + +When the heavy man got the rope he tied the middle part of it round +himself, and, coiling the shorter end, he sent it, as if it had been a +quoit, skimming over the ice towards the school-master. As it unwound +itself it slid along, and after a struggle Mr. Wood grasped it. I fancy +he fastened it round the lad's body; and got his own hands freer to +break the ice before them. Then the heavy man turned, and the long end +of the line, passing from hand to hand in the water, was seized upon the +bank by every one who could get hold of it. I never was more squeezed +and buffeted in my life; but we fairly fought for the privilege of +touching if it were but a strand of the rope that dragged them in. + +And a flock of wild birds, resting on their journey at the other end of +the mill-dam, rose in terror and pursued their seaward way; so wild and +so prolonged were the echoes of that strange, speechless cry in which +collective man gives vent to overpowering emotion. + +It is odd, when one comes to think of it, but I know it is true, for two +sensible words would have stuck in my own throat and choked me, but I +cheered till I could cheer no longer. + + + + +CHAPTER IX. + + "In doubtful matters Courage may do much:--In desperate + --Patience."--_Old Proverb_. + + +The young skater duly recovered, and thenceforward Mr. Wood's popularity +in the village was established, and the following summer he started a +swimming-class, to which the young men flocked with more readiness than +they commonly showed for efforts made to improve them. + +For my own part I had so realized, to my shame, that one may feel very +adventurous and yet not know how to venture or what to venture in the +time of need, that my whole heart was set upon getting the school-master +to teach me to swim and to dive, with any other lessons in preparedness +of body and mind which I was old enough to profit by. And if the true +tales of his own experiences were more interesting than the Penny +Numbers, it was better still to feel that one was qualifying in one's +own proper person for a life of adventure. + +During the winter Mr. Wood built a boat, which was christened the +_Adela_, after his wife. It was an interesting process to us all. I hung +about and did my best to be helpful, and both Jem and I spoiled our +everyday trousers, and rubbed the boat's sides, the day she was painted. +It was from the _Adela_ that Jem and I had our first swimming-lessons, +Mr. Wood lowering us with a rope under our arms, by which he gave us as +much support as was needed, whilst he taught us how to strike out. + +We had swimming-races on the canal, and having learned to swim and dive +without our clothes, we learnt to do so in them, and found it much more +difficult for swimming and easier for diving. It was then that the +trousers we had damaged when the _Adela_ was built came in most +usefully, and saved us from having to attempt the at least equally +difficult task of persuading my mother to let us spoil good ones in an +amusement which had the unpardonable quality of being "very odd." + +Dear old Charlie had as much fun out of the boat as we had, though he +could not learn to dive. He used to look as if every minute of a pull up +the canal on a sunny evening gave him pleasure; and the brown Irish +spaniel Jem gave him used to swim after the boat and look up in +Charlie's face as if it knew how he enjoyed it. And later on, Mr. Wood +taught Bob Furniss to row and Charlie to steer; so that Charlie could +sometimes go out and feel quite free to stop the boat when and where he +liked. That was after he started so many collections of insects and +water-weeds, and shells, and things you can only see under a microscope. +Bob and he used to take all kinds of pots and pans and nets and dippers +with them, so that Charlie could fish up what he wanted, and keep things +separate. He was obliged to keep the live things he got for his +fresh-water aquarium in different jam-pots, because he could never be +sure which would eat up which till he knew them better, and the +water-scorpions and the dragon-fly larvae ate everything. Bob Furniss did +not mind pulling in among the reeds and waiting as long as you wanted. +Mr. Wood sometimes wanted to get back to his work, but Bob never wanted +to get back to his. And he was very good-natured about getting into the +water and wading and grubbing for things; indeed, I think he got to like +it. + +At first Mr. Wood had been rather afraid of trusting Charlie with him. +He thought Bob might play tricks with the boat, even though he knew how +to manage her, when there was only one helpless boy with him. But Mrs. +Furniss said, "Nay! Our Bob's a bad 'un, but he's not one of that sort, +he'll not plague them that's afflicted." And she was quite right; for +though his father said he could be trusted with nothing else, we found +he could be trusted with Cripple Charlie. + +It was two days before the summer holidays came to an end that Charlie +asked me to come down to the farm and help him to put away his fern +collection and a lot of other things into the places that he had +arranged for them in his room; for now that the school-room was wanted +again, he could not leave his papers and boxes about there. Charlie +lived at the farm altogether now. He was better there than on the moors, +so he boarded there and went home for visits. The room Mrs. Wood had +given him was the one where the old miser had slept. In a memorandum +left with his will it appeared that he had expressed a wish that the +furniture of that room should not be altered, which was how they knew it +was his. So Mrs. Wood had kept the curious old oak bed (the back of +which was fastened into the wall), and an old oak press, with a great +number of drawers with brass handles to them, and all the queer +furniture that she found there, just as it was. Even the brass +warming-pan was only rubbed and put back in its place, and the big +bellows were duly hung up by the small fire-place. But everything was so +polished up and cleaned, the walls re-papered with a soft grey-green +paper spangled with dog-daisies, and the room so brightened up with +fresh blinds and bedclothes, and a bit of bright carpet, that it did +not look in the least dismal, and Charlie was very proud and very fond +of it. It had two windows, one where the beehive was, and one very sunny +one, where he had a balm of Gilead that Isaac's wife gave him, and his +old medicine-bottles full of cuttings on the upper ledge. The old women +used to send him "slippings" off their fairy roses and myrtles and +fuchsias, and they rooted very well in that window, there was so much +sun. + +Charlie had only just begun a fern collection, and I had saved my +pocket-money (I did not want it for anything else) and had bought him +several quires of cartridge-paper; and Dr. Brown had given him a packet +of medicine-labels to cut up into strips to fasten his specimens in +with, and the collection looked very well and very scientific; and all +that remained was to find a good place to put it away in. The drawers of +the press were of all shapes and sizes, but there were two longish very +shallow ones that just matched each other, and when I pulled one of them +out, and put the fern-papers in, they fitted exactly, and the drawer +just held half the collection. I called Charlie to look, and he hobbled +up on his crutches and was delighted, but he said he should like to put +the others in himself, so I got him into a chair, and shut up the full +drawer and pulled out the empty one, and went down-stairs for the two +moleskins we were curing, and the glue-pot, and the toffy-tin, and some +other things that had to be cleared out of the school-room now the +holidays were over. + +When I came back the fern-papers were still outside, and Charlie was +looking flushed and cross. + +"I don't know how you managed," he said, "but I can't get them in. This +drawer must be shorter than the other; it doesn't go nearly so far +back." + +"Oh yes, it does, Charlie!" I insisted, for I felt as certain as people +always do feel about little details of that kind. "The drawers are +exactly alike; you can't have got the fern-sheets quite flush with each +other," and I began to arrange the trayful of things I had brought +up-stairs in the bottom of the cupboard. + +"I _know_ it's the drawer," I heard Charlie say. ("He's as obstinate as +possible," thought I.) + +Then I heard him banging at the wood with his fists and his crutch. ("He +_is_ in a temper!" was my mental comment.) After this my attention was +distracted for a second or two by seeing what I thought was a bit of +toffy left in the tin, and biting it and finding it was a piece of +sheet-glue. I had not spit out all the disgust of it, when Charlie +called me in low, awe-struck tones: "Jack! come here. Quick!" + +I ran to him. The drawer was open, but it seemed to have another drawer +inside it, a long, narrow, shallow one. + +"I hit the back, and this sprang out," said Charlie. "It's a secret +drawer--and look!" + +I did look. The secret drawer was closely packed with rolls of thin +leaflets, which we were old enough to recognize as bank-notes, and with +little bags of wash-leather; and when Charlie opened the little bags +they were filled with gold. + +There was a paper with the money, written by the old miser, to say that +it was a codicil to his will, and that the money was all for Mrs. Wood. +Why he had not left it to her in the will itself seemed very puzzling, +but his lawyer (whom the Woods consulted about it) said that he always +did things in a very eccentric way, but generally for some sort of +reason, even if it were rather a freaky one, and that perhaps he thought +that the relations would be less spiteful at first if they did not know +about the money, and that Mrs. Wood would soon find it, if she used and +valued his old press. + +I don't quite know whether there was any fuss with the relations about +this part of the bequest, but I suppose the lawyer managed it all right, +for the Woods got the money and gave up the school. But they kept the +old house, and bought some more land, and Walnut-tree Academy became +Walnut-tree Farm once more. And Cripple Charlie lived on with them, and +he was so happy, it really seemed as if my dear mother was right when +she said to my father, "I am so pleased, my dear, for that poor boy's +sake, I can hardly help crying. He's got two homes and two fathers and +mothers, where many a young man has none, as if to make good his +affliction to him." + +It puzzles me, even now, to think how my father could have sent Jem and +me to Crayshaw's school. (Nobody ever called him Mr. Crayshaw except the +parents of pupils who lived at a distance. In the neighbourhood he and +his whole establishment were lumped under the one word _Crayshaw's_, and +as a farmer hard by once said to me, "Crayshaw's is universally +disrespected.") + +I do not think it was merely because "Crayshaw's" was cheap that we were +sent there, though my father had so few reasons to give for his choice +that he quoted that among them. A man with whom he had had business +dealings (which gave him much satisfaction for some years, and more +dissatisfaction afterwards) did really, I think, persuade my father to +send us to this school, one evening when they were dining together. + +Few things are harder to guess at than the grounds on which an +Englishman of my father's type "makes up his mind"; and yet the +question is an important one, for an idea once lodged in his head, a +conviction once as much his own as the family acres, and you will as +soon part him from the one as from the other. I have known little +matters of domestic improvements, in which my mother's comfort was +concerned and her experience conclusive, for which he grudged a few +shillings, and was absolutely impenetrable by her persuasions and +representations. And I have known him waste pounds on things of the most +curious variety, foisted on him by advertising agents without knowledge, +trial, or rational ground of confidence. I suppose that persistency, a +glibber tongue than he himself possessed, a mass of printed rubbish +which always looks imposing to the unliterary, that primitive +combination of authoritativeness and hospitality which makes some men as +ready to say Yes to a stranger as they are to say No at home, and +perhaps some lack of moral courage, may account for it. I can clearly +remember how quaintly sheepish my father used to look after committing +some such folly, and how, after the first irrepressible fall of +countenance, my mother would have defended him against anybody else's +opinion, let alone her own. Young as I was I could feel that, and had a +pretty accurate estimate of the value of the moral lecture on faith in +one's fellow-creatures, which was an unfailing outward sign of my +father's inward conviction that he had been taken in by a rogue. I knew +too, well enough, that my mother's hasty and earnest Amen to this +discourse was an equally reliable token of her knowledge that my father +sorely needed defending, and some instinct made me aware also that my +father knew that this was so. That he knew that it was that tender +generosity towards one's beloved, in which so many of her sex so far +exceeds ours, and not an intellectual conviction of his wisdom, which +made her support what he had done, and that feeling this he felt +dissatisfied, and snapped at her accordingly. + +The dislike my dear mother took to the notion of our going to Crayshaw's +only set seals to our fate, and the manner of her protests was not more +fortunate than the matter. She was timid and vacillating from wifely +habit, whilst motherly anxiety goaded her to be persistent and almost +irritable on the subject. Habitually regarding her own wishes and views +as worthless, she quoted the Woods at every turn of her arguments, which +was a mistake, for my father was sufficiently like the rest of his +neighbours not to cotton very warmly to people whose tastes, +experiences, and lines of thought were so much out of the common as +those of the ex-convict and his wife. Moreover, he had made up his mind, +and when one has done that, he is proof against seventy men who can +render a reason. + +To rumours which accused "Crayshaw's" of undue severity, of discomfort, +of bad teaching and worse manners, my father opposed arguments which he +allowed were "old-fashioned" and which were far-fetched from the days of +our great-grandfather. + +A strict school-master was a good school-master, and if more parents +were as wise as Solomon on the subject of the rod, Old England would not +be discredited by such a namby-pamby race as young men of the present +day seemed by all accounts to be. It was high time the boys did rough it +a bit; would my mother have them always tied to her apron-strings? Great +Britain would soon be Little Britain if boys were to be brought up like +young ladies. As to teaching, it was the fashion to make a fuss about +it, and a pretty pass learning brought some folks to, to judge by the +papers and all one heard. His own grandfather lived to ninety-seven, and +died sitting in his chair, in a bottle-green coat and buff breeches. He +wore a pig-tail to the day of his death, and never would be contradicted +by anybody. He had often told my father that at the school _he_ went to, +the master signed the receipts for his money with a cross, but the usher +was a bit of a scholar, and the boys had cream to their porridge on +Sundays. And the old gentleman managed his own affairs to ninety-seven, +and threw the doctor's medicine-bottles out of the window then. He died +without a doubt on his mind or a debt on his books, and my father +(taking a pinch out of Great-Grandfather's snuff-box) hoped Jem and I +might do as well. + +In short, we were sent to "Crayshaw's." + +It was not a happy period of my life. It was not a good or wholesome +period; and I am not fond of recalling it. The time came when I shrank +from telling Charlie everything, almost as if he had been a girl. His +life was lived in such a different atmosphere, under such different +conditions. I could not trouble him, and I did not believe he could make +allowances for me. But on our first arrival I wrote him a long letter +(Jem never wrote letters), and the other day he showed it to me. It was +a first impression, but a sufficiently vivid and truthful one, so I give +it here. + + +"CRAYSHAW'S (for that's what they call it here, and a beastly hole it is). + "_Monday_. + +"MY DEAR OLD CHARLIE,--We came earlier than was settled, for Father got +impatient and there was nothing to stop us, but I don't think old +Crayshaw liked our coming so soon. You never saw such a place, it's so +dreary. A boy showed us straight into the school-room. There are three +rows of double desks running down the room and disgustingly dirty, I +don't know what Mrs. Wood would say, and old Crayshaw's desk is in front +of the fire, so that he can see all the boys sideways, and it just stops +any heat coming to them. And there he was, and I don't think Father +liked the look of him particularly, you never saw an uglier. Such a +flaming face and red eyes like Bob Furniss's ferret and great big +whiskers; but I'll make you a picture of him, at least I'll make two +pictures, for Lewis Lorraine says he's got no beard on Sundays, and +rather a good one on Saturdays. Lorraine is a very rum fellow, but I +like him. It was he showed us in, and he did catch it afterwards, but he +only makes fun of it. Old Crayshaw's desk had got a lot of canes on one +side of it and a most beastly dirty snuffy red and green handkerchief on +the other, and an ink-pot in the middle. He made up to Father like +anything and told such thumpers. He said there were six boys in one +room, but really there's twelve. Jem and I sleep together. There's +nothing to wash in and no prayers. If you say them you get boots at your +head, and one hit Jem behind the ear, so I pulled his sleeve and said, +'Get up, you can say them in bed,' But you know Jem, and he said, 'Wait +till I've done, _God bless Father and Mother_,' and when he had, he went +in and fought, and I backed him up, and them old Crayshaw found us, and +oh, how he did beat us! + +"----_Wednesday_. Old Snuffy is a regular brute, and I don't care if he +finds this and sees what I say. But he won't, for the milkman is taking +it. He always does if you can pay him. But I've put most of my money +into the bank. Three of the top boys have a bank, and we all have to +deposit, only I kept fourpence in one of my boots. They give us +bank-notes for a penny and a halfpenny; they make them themselves. The +sweet-shop takes them. They only give you eleven penny notes for a +shilling in the bank, or else it would burst. At dinner we have a lot of +pudding to begin with, and it's very heavy. You can hardly eat anything +afterwards. The first day Lorraine said quite out loud and very polite, +'Did you say _duff before meat_, young gentlemen?' and I couldn't help +laughing, and old Snuffy beat his head horridly with his dirty fists. +But Lorraine minds nothing; he says he knows old Snuffy will kill him +some day, but he says he doesn't want to live, for his father and mother +are dead; he only wants to catch old Snuffy in three more booby-traps +before he dies. He's caught him in four already. You see, when old +Snuffy is cat-walking he wears goloshes that he may sneak about better, +and the way Lorraine makes booby-traps is by balancing cans of water on +the door when it's ajar, so that he gets doused, and the can falls on +his head, and strings across the bottom of the door, not far from the +ground, so that he catches his goloshes and comes down. The other +fellows say that old Crayshaw had a lot of money given him in trust for +Lorraine, and he's spent it all, and Lorraine has no one to stick up for +him, and that's why Crayshaw hates him. + +"----_Saturday_. I could not catch the milkman, and now I've got your +letter, though Snuffy read it first. Jem and I cry dreadful in bed. +That's the comfort of being together. I'll try and be as good as I can, +but you don't know what this place is. It's very different to the farm. +Do you remember the row about that book Horace Simpson got? I wish you +could see the books the boys have here. At least I don't wish it, for I +wish I didn't look at them, the milkman brings them; he always will if +you can pay him. When I saw old Snuffy find one in Smith's desk, I +expected he would half kill him, but he didn't do much to him, he only +took the book away; and Lorraine says he never does beat them much for +that, because he doesn't want them to leave off buying them, because he +wants them himself. Don't tell the Woods this. Don't tell Mother Jem and +I cry, or else she'll be miserable. I don't so much mind the beatings +(Lorraine says you get hard in time), nor the washing at the sink--nor +the duff puddings--but it is such a beastly hole, and he is such an old +brute, and I feel so dreadful I can't tell you. Give my love to Mrs. +Wood and to Mr. Wood, and to Carlo and to Mary Anne, and to your dear +dear self, and to Isaac when you see him. + "And I am your affectionate friend, + "JACK. + +"P.S. Jem sends his best love, and he's got two black eyes. + +"P.S. No. 2. You would be sorry for Lorraine if you knew him. Sometimes +I'm afraid he'll kill himself, for he says there's really nothing in the +Bible about suicide. So I said--killing yourself is as bad as killing +anybody else. So he said--is stealing from yourself as bad as stealing +from anybody else? And we had a regular _argue_. Some of the boys +argle-bargle on Sundays, he says, but most of them fight. When they +differ, they put tin-tacks with the heads downwards on each other's +places on the forms in school, and if they run into you and you scream, +old Snuffy beats you. The milkman brings them, by the half-ounce, with +very sharp points, if you can pay him. Most of the boys are a horrid +lot, and so dirty. Lorraine is as dirty as the rest, and I asked him +why, and he said it was because he'd thrown up the sponge; but he got +rather red, and he's washed himself cleaner this morning. He says he has +an uncle in India, and some time ago he wrote to him, and told him about +Crayshaw's, and gave the milkman a diamond pin, that had been his +father's, and Snuffy didn't know about, to post it with plenty of +stamps, but he thinks he can't have put plenty on, for no answer ever +came. I've told him I'll post another one for him in the holidays. Don't +say anything about this back in your letters. He reads 'em all. + +"----_Monday_. I've caught the milkman at last, he'll take it this +evening. The lessons here are regular rubbish. I'm so glad I've a good +knife, for if you have you can dig holes in your desk to put collections +in. The boy next to me has earwigs, but you have to keep a look-out, or +he puts them in your ears. I turned up a stone near the sink this +morning, and got five wood-lice for mine. It's considered a very good +collection." + + + + +CHAPTER X. + + "But none inquired how Peter used the rope, + Or what the bruise that made the stripling stoop; + None could the ridges on his back behold, + None sought him shiv'ring in the winter's cold. + * * * * * + The pitying women raised a clamour round." + CRABBE, _The Borough_. + + +A great many people say that all suffering is good for one, and I am +sure pain does improve one very often, and in many ways. It teaches one +sympathy, it softens and it strengthens. But I cannot help thinking that +there are some evil experiences which only harden and stain. The best I +can say for what we endured at Crayshaw's is that it _was_ experience, +and so I suppose could not fail to teach one something, which, as Jem +says, was "more than Snuffy did." + +The affection with which I have heard men speak of their school-days and +school-masters makes me know that Mr. Crayshaw was not a common type of +pedagogue. He was not a common type of man, happily; but I have met +other specimens in other parts of the world in which his leading quality +was as fully developed, though their lives had nothing in common with +his except the opportunities of irresponsible power. + +The old wounds are scars now, it is long past and over, and I am grown +up, and have roughed it in the world; but I say quite deliberately that +I believe that Mr. Crayshaw was not merely a harsh man, uncultured and +inconsiderate, having need and greed of money, taking pupils cheap, +teaching them little or nothing, and keeping a kind of rough order with +too much flogging,--but that the mischief of him was that he was +possessed by a passion (not the less fierce because it was unnatural) +which grew with indulgence and opportunity, as other passions grow, and +that this was a passion for cruelty. + +One does not rough it long in this wicked world without seeing more +cruelty both towards human beings and towards animals than one cares to +think about; but a large proportion of common cruelty comes of +ignorance, bad tradition and uncultured sympathies. Some painful +outbreaks of inhumanity, where one would least expect it, are no doubt +strictly to be accounted for by disease. But over and above these common +and these exceptional instances, one cannot escape the conviction that +irresponsible power is opportunity in all hands and a direct temptation +in some to cruelty, and that it affords horrible development to those +morbid cases in which cruelty becomes a passion. + +That there should ever come a thirst for blood in men as well as tigers, +is bad enough but conceivable when linked with deadly struggle, or at +the wild dictates of revenge. But a lust for cruelty growing fiercer by +secret and unchecked indulgence, a hideous pleasure in seeing and +inflicting pain, seems so inhuman a passion that we shrink from +acknowledging that this is ever so. + +And if it belonged to the past alone, to barbarous despotisms or to +savage life, one might wisely forget it; for the dark pages of human +history are unwholesome as well as unpleasant reading, unless the mind +be very sane in a body very sound. But those in whose hands lie the +destinies of the young and of the beasts who serve and love us, of the +weak, the friendless, the sick and the insane, have not, alas! this +excuse for ignoring the black records of man's abuse of power! + +The records of its abuse in the savage who loads women's slender +shoulders with his burdens, leaves his sick to the wayside jackal, and +knocks his aged father on the head when he is past work; the brutality +of slave-drivers, the iniquities of vice-maddened Eastern +despots;--such things those who never have to deal with them may afford +to forget. + +But men who act for those who have no natural protectors, or have lost +the power of protecting themselves, who legislate for those who have no +voice in the making of laws, and for the brute creation, which we win to +our love and domesticate for our convenience; who apprentice pauper boys +and girls, who meddle with the matters of weak women, sick persons, and +young children, are bound to face a far sadder issue. That even in these +days, when human love again and again proves itself not only stronger +than death, but stronger than all the selfish hopes of life; when the +everyday manners of everyday men are concessions of courtesy to those +who have not the strength to claim it; when children and pet animals are +spoiled to grotesqueness; when the good deeds of priest and physician, +nurse and teacher, surpass all earthly record of them--man, as man, is +no more to be trusted with unchecked power than hitherto. + +The secret histories of households, where power should be safest in the +hands of love; of hospitals, of schools, of orphanages, of poorhouses, +of lunatic-asylums, of religious communities founded for GOD'S worship +and man's pity, of institutions which assume the sacred title as well as +the responsibilities of Home--from the single guardian of some rural +idiot to the great society which bears the blessed Name of Jesus--have +not each and all their dark stories, their hushed-up scandals, to prove +how dire is the need of public opinion without, and of righteous care +within, that what is well begun should be well continued? + +If any one doubts this, let him pause on each instance, one by one, and +think of what he has seen, and heard, and read, and known of; and he +will surely come to the conviction that human nature cannot, even in the +very service of charity, be safely trusted with the secret exercise of +irresponsible power, and that no light can be too fierce to beat upon +and purify every spot where the weak are committed to the tender mercies +of the consciences of the strong. + +Mr. Crayshaw's conscience was not a tender one, and very little light +came into his out-of-the-way establishment, and no check whatever upon +his cruelty. It had various effects on the different boys. It killed one +in my day, and the doctor (who had been "in a difficulty" some years +back, over a matter through which Mr. Crayshaw helped him with bail and +testimony) certified to heart disease, and we all had our +pocket-handkerchiefs washed, and went to the funeral. And Snuffy had +cards printed with a black edge, and several angels and a broken lily, +and the hymn-- + + "Death has been here and borne away + A brother from our side; + Just in the morning of his day, + As young as we he died." + +--and sent them to all the parents. But the pupils had to pay for the +stamps. And my dear mother cried dreadfully, first because she was so +sorry for the boy, and secondly because she ever had felt uncharitably +towards Mr. Crayshaw. + +Crayshaw's cruelty crushed others, it made liars and sneaks of boys +naturally honest, and it produced in Lorraine an unchildlike despair +that was almost grand, so far was the spirit above the flesh in him. But +I think its commonest and strangest result was to make the boys bully +each other. + +One of the least cruel of the tyrannies the big boys put upon the little +ones, sometimes bore very hardly on those who were not strong. They used +to ride races on our backs and have desperate mounted battles and +tournaments. In many a playground and home since then I have seen boys +tilt and race, and steeplechase, with smaller boys upon their backs, and +plenty of wholesome rough-and-tumble in the game; and it has given me a +twinge of heartache to think how, even when we were at play, Crayshaw's +baneful spirit cursed us with its example, so that the big and strong +could not be happy except at the expense of the little and weak. + +For it was the big ones who rode the little ones, with neatly-cut +ash-sticks and clumsy spurs. I can see them now, with the thin legs of +the small boys tottering under them, like a young donkey overridden by a +coal-heaver. + +I was a favourite horse, for I was active and nimble, and (which was +more to the point) well made. It was the shambling, ill-proportioned +lads who suffered most. The biggest boy in school rode me, as a rule, +but he was not at all a bad bully, so I was lucky. He never spurred me, +and he boasted of my willingness and good paces. I am sure he did not +know, I don't suppose he ever stopped to think, how bad it was for me, +or what an aching lump of prostration I felt when it was over. The day I +fainted after winning a steeplechase, he turned a bucket of cold water +over me, and as this roused me into a tingling vitality of pain, he was +quite proud of his treatment, and told me nothing brought a really good +horse round after a hard day like a bucket of clean water. And (so much +are we the creatures of our conditions!) I remember feeling something +approaching to satisfaction at the reflection that I had "gone till I +dropped," and had been brought round after the manner of the +best-conducted stables. + +It was not that that made Jem and me run away. (For we did run away.) +Overstrain and collapse, ill-usage short of torture, hard living and +short commons, one got a certain accustomedness to, according to the +merciful law which within certain limits makes a second nature for us +out of use and wont. The one pain that knew no pause, and allowed of no +revival, the evil that overbore us, mind and body, was the evil of +constant dread. Upon us little boys fear lay always, and the terror of +it was that it was uncertain. What would come next, and from whom, we +never knew. + +It was I who settled we should run away. I did it the night that Jem +gave in, and would do nothing but cry noiselessly into his sleeve and +wish he was dead. So I settled it and told Lorraine. I wanted him to +come too, but he would not. He pretended that he did not care, and he +said he had nowhere to go to. But he got into Snuffy's very own room at +daybreak whilst we stood outside and heard him snoring; and very loud he +must have snored too, for I could hear my heart thumping so I should not +have thought I could have heard anything else. And Lorraine took the +back-door key off the drawers, and let us out, and took it back again. +He feared nothing. There was a walnut-tree by the gate, and Jem said, +"Suppose we do our faces like gipsies, so that nobody may know us." (For +Jem was terribly frightened of being taken back.) So we found some old +bits of peel and rubbed our cheeks, but we dared not linger long over +it, and I said, "We'd better get further on, and we can hide if we hear +steps or wheels." So we took each other's hands, and for nearly a mile +we ran as hard as we could go, looking back now and then over our +shoulders, like the picture of Christian and Hopeful running away from +the Castle of Giant Despair. + +We were particularly afraid of the milkman, for milkmen drive about +early, and he had taken a runaway boy back to Crayshaw's years before, +and Snuffy gave him five shillings. They said he once helped another boy +to get away, but it was a big one, who gave him his gold watch. He would +do anything if you paid him. Jem and I had each a little bundle in a +handkerchief, but nothing in them that the milkman would have cared for. +We managed very well, for we got behind a wall when he went by, and I +felt so much cheered up I thought we should get home that day, far as it +was. But when we got back into the road, I found that Jem was limping, +for Snuffy had stamped on his foot when Jem had had it stuck out beyond +the desk, when he was writing; and the running had made it worse, and at +last he sat down by the roadside, and said I was to go on home and send +back for him. It was not very likely I would leave him to the chance of +being pursued by Mr. Crayshaw; but there he sat, and I thought I never +should have persuaded him to get on my back, for good-natured as he is, +Jem is as obstinate as a pig. But I said, "What's the use of my having +been first horse with the heaviest weight in school, if I can't carry +you?" So he got up and I carried him a long way, and then a cart +overtook us, and we got a lift home. And they knew us quite well, which +shows how little use walnut-juice is, and it is disgusting to get off. + +I think, as it happened, it was very unfortunate that we had discoloured +our faces; for though my mother was horrified at our being so thin and +pinched-looking, my father said that of course we looked frights with +brown daubs all over our cheeks and necks. But then he never did notice +people looking ill. He was very angry indeed, at first, about our +running away, and would not listen to what we said. He was angry too +with my dear mother, because she believed us, and called Snuffy a bad +man and a brute. And he ordered the dog-cart to be brought round, and +said that Martha was to give us some breakfast, and that we might be +thankful to get that instead of a flogging, for that when _he_ ran away +from school to escape a thrashing, his father gave him one thrashing +while the dog-cart was being brought round, and drove him straight back +to school, where the school-master gave him another. + +"And a very good thing for me," said my father, buttoning his coat, +whilst my mother and Martha went about crying, and Jem and I stood +silent. If we were to go back, the more we told, the worse would be +Snuffy's revenge. An unpleasant hardness was beginning to creep over me. +"The next time I run away," was my thought, "I shall not run home." But +with this came a rush of regret for Jem's sake. I knew that Crayshaw's, +did more harm to him than to me, and almost involuntarily I put my arms +round him, thinking that if they would only let him stay, I could go +back and bear anything, like Lewis Lorraine. Jem had been crying, and +when he hid his face on my shoulder, and leaned against me, I thought it +was for comfort, but he got heavier and heavier, till I called out, and +he rolled from my arms and was caught in my father's. He had been +standing about on the bad foot, and pain and weariness and hunger and +fright overpowered him, and he had fainted. + +The dog-cart was counter-ordered, and Jem was put to bed, and Martha +served me a breakfast that would have served six full-grown men. I ate +far more than satisfied me, but far less than satisfied Martha, who +seemed to hope that cold fowl and boiled eggs, fried bacon and pickled +beef, plain cakes and currant cakes, jam and marmalade, buttered toast, +strong tea and unlimited sugar and yellow cream, would atone for the +past in proportion to the amount I ate, if it did not fatten me under +her eyes. I really think I spent the rest of the day in stupor. I am +sure it was not till the following morning that I learned the decision +to which my father had come about us. + +Jem was too obviously ill to be anywhere at present but at home; and my +father decided that he would not send him back to Crayshaw's at all, but +to a much more expensive school in the south of England, to which the +parson of our parish was sending one of his sons. I was to return to +Crayshaw's at once; he could not afford the expensive school for us +both, and Jem was the eldest. Besides which, he was not going to +countenance rebellion in any school to which he sent his sons, or to +insult a man so highly recommended to him as Mr. Crayshaw had been. +There certainly seemed to have been some severity, and the boys seemed +to be a very rough lot; but Jem would fight, and if he gave he must +take. His great-grandfather was just the same, and _he_ fought the +Putney Pet when he was five-and-twenty, and his parents thought he was +sitting quietly at his desk in Fetter Lane. + +I loved Jem too well to be jealous of him, but I was not the less +conscious of the tender tone in which my father always spoke even of +his faults, and of the way it stiffened and cooled when he added that I +was not so ready with my fists, but that I was as fond of my own way as +Jem was of a fight; but that setting up for being unlike other people +didn't do for school life, and that the Woods had done me no kindness by +making a fool of me. He added, however, that he should request Mr. +Crayshaw, as a personal favour, that I should receive no punishment for +running away, as I had suffered sufficiently already. + +We had told very little of the true history of Crayshaw's before Jem +fainted, and I felt no disposition to further confidences. I took as +cheerful a farewell of my mother as I could, for her sake; and put on a +good deal of swagger and "don't care" to console Jem. He said, "You're +as plucky as Lorraine," and then his eyes shut again. He was too ill to +think much, and I kissed his head and left him. After which I got +stoutly into the dog-cart, and we drove back up the dreary hills down +which Jem and I had run away. + +That Snuffy was bland to cringing before my father did not give me hope +that I should escape his direst revenge; and the expression of +Lorraine's face showed me, by its sympathy, what _he_ expected. But we +were both wrong, and for reasons which we then knew nothing about. + +Cruelty was, as I have said, Mr. Crayshaw's ruling passion, but it was +not his only vice. There was a whispered tradition that he had once been +in jail for a misuse of his acquirements in the art of penmanship; and +if you heard his name cropping up in the confidential conversation of +such neighbours as small farmers, the postman, the parish overseer, and +the like, it was sure to be linked with unpleasingly suggestive +expressions, such as--"a dirty bit of business," "a nasty job that," "an +awkward affair," "very near got into trouble," "a bit of bother about +it, but Driver and Quills pulled him through; theirs isn't a nice +business, and they're men of t' same feather as Crayshaw, so I reckon +they're friends." Many such hints have I heard, for the 'White Lion' was +next door to the sweet-shop, and in summer, refreshment of a sober kind, +with conversation to match, was apt to be enjoyed on the benches +outside. The good wives of the neighbourhood used no such euphuisms as +their more prudent husbands, when they spoke of Crayshaw's. Indeed one +of the whispered anecdotes of Snuffy's past was of a hushed-up story +that was just saved from becoming a scandal, but in reference to which +Mr. Crayshaw was even more narrowly saved from a crowd of women who had +taken the too-tardy law into their own hands. I remember myself the +retreat of an unpaid washer-woman from the back premises of Crayshaw's +on one occasion, and the unmistakable terms in which she expressed her +opinions. + +"Don't tell me! I know Crayshaw's well enough; such folks is a curse to +a country-side, but judgment overtakes 'em at last." + +"Judgment," as the good woman worded it, kept threatening Mr. Crayshaw +long before it overtook him, as it is apt to disturb scoundrels who keep +a hypocritical good name above their hidden misdeeds. As it happened, at +the very time Jem and I ran away from him, Mr. Crayshaw himself was +living in terror of one or two revelations, and to be deserted by two of +his most respectably connected boys was an ill-timed misfortune. The +countenance my father had been so mistaken as to afford to his +establishment was very important to him, for we were the only pupils +from within fifty miles, and our parents' good word constituted an +"unexceptionable reference." + +Thus it was that Snuffy pleaded humbly (but in vain) for the return of +Jem, and that he not only promised that I should not suffer, but to my +amazement kept his word. + +Judgment lingered over the head of Crayshaw's for two years longer, and +I really think my being there had something to do with maintaining its +tottering reputation. I was almost the only lad in the school whose +parents were alive and at hand and in a good position, and my father's +name stifled scandal. Most of the others were orphans, being cheaply +educated by distant relatives or guardians, or else the sons of poor +widows who were easily bamboozled by Snuffy's fluent letters, and the +religious leaflets which it was his custom to enclose. (In several of +these cases, he was "managing" the poor women's "affairs" for them.) One +or two boys belonged to people living abroad. Indeed, the worst bully in +the school was a half-caste, whose smile, when he showed his gleaming +teeth, boded worse than any other boy's frown. He was a wonderful +acrobat, and could do extraordinary tricks of all sorts. My being nimble +and ready made me very useful to him as a confederate in the exhibitions +which his intense vanity delighted to give on half-holidays, and kept me +in his good graces till I was old enough to take care of myself. Oh, how +every boy who dreaded him applauded at these entertainments! And what +dangerous feats I performed, every other fear being lost in the fear of +him! I owe him no grudge for what he forced me to do (though I have had +to bear real fire without flinching when he failed in a conjuring trick, +which should only have simulated the real thing); what I learned from +him has come in so useful since, that I forgive him all. + +I was there for two years longer. Snuffy bullied me less, and hated me +the more. I knew it, and he knew that I knew it. It was a hateful life, +but I am sure the influence of a good home holds one up in very evil +paths. Every time we went back to our respective schools my father gave +us ten shillings, and told us to mind our books, and my mother kissed us +and made us promise we would say our prayers every day. I could not bear +to break my promise, though I used to say them in bed (the old form we +learnt from her), and often in such a very unfit frame of mind, that +they were what it is very easy to call "a mockery." + +GOD knows (Who alone knows the conditions under which each soul blunders +and spells on through life's hard lessons) if they were a mockery. _I_ +know they were unworthy to be offered to Him, but that the habit helped +to keep me straight I am equally sure. Then I had a good home to go to +during the holidays. That was everything, and it is in all humbleness +that I say that I do not think the ill experiences of those years +degraded me much. I managed to keep some truth and tenderness about me; +and I am thankful to remember that I no more cringed to Crayshaw than +Lorraine did, and that though I stayed there till I was a big boy, I +never maltreated a little one. + + + + +CHAPTER XI. + + "Whose powers shed round him in the common strife + Or mild concerns of ordinary life, + A constant influence, a peculiar grace; + * * * * * * + Or if an unexpected call succeed, + Come when it will, is equal to the need." + WORDSWORTH'S _Happy Warrior._ + + +Judgement came at last. During my first holidays I had posted a letter +from Lewis Lorraine to the uncle in India to whom he had before +endeavoured to appeal. The envelope did not lack stamps, but the address +was very imperfect, and it was many months in reaching him. He wrote a +letter, which Lewis never received, Mr. Crayshaw probably knew why. But +twelve months after that Colonel Jervois came to England, and he lost no +time in betaking himself to Crayshaw's. From Crayshaw's he came to my +father, the only "unexceptionable reference" left to Snuffy to put +forward. + +The Colonel came with a soldier's promptness, and, with the utmost +courtesy of manner, went straight to the point. His life had not +accustomed him to our neighbourly unwillingness to interfere with +anything that did not personally concern us, nor to the prudent patience +with which country folk will wink long at local evils. In the upshot +what he asked was what my mother had asked three years before. Had my +father personal knowledge or good authority for believing the school to +be a well-conducted one, and Mr. Crayshaw a fit man for his responsible +post? Had he ever heard rumours to the man's discredit? + +Replies that must do for a wife will not always answer a man who puts +the same questions. My great-grandfather's memory was not evoked on this +occasion, and my father frankly confessed that his personal knowledge of +Crayshaw's was very small, and that the man on whose recommendation he +had sent us to school there had just proved to be a rascal and a +swindler. Our mother had certainly heard rumours of severity, but he had +regarded her maternal anxiety as excessive, etc., etc. In short, my dear +father saw that he had been wrong, and confessed it, and was now as +ready as the Colonel to expose Snuffy's misdeeds. + +No elaborate investigation was needed. An attack once made on Mr. +Crayshaw's hollow reputation, it cracked on every side; first hints +crept out, then scandals flew. The Colonel gave no quarter, and he did +not limit his interest to his own nephew. + +"A widow's son, ma'am," so he said to my mother, bowing over her hand as +he led her in to dinner, in a style to which we were quite unaccustomed; +"a widow's son, ma'am, should find a father in every honest man who can +assist him." + +The tide having turned against Snuffy, his friends (of the Driver and +Quills type) turned with it. But they gained nothing, for one morning he +got up as early as we had done, and ran away, and I never heard of him +again. And before nightfall the neighbours, who had so long tolerated +his wickedness, broke every pane of glass in his windows. + +During all this, Lewis Lorraine and his uncle stayed at our house. The +Colonel spent his time between holding indignant investigations, writing +indignant letters (which he allowed us to seal with his huge signet), +and walking backwards and forwards to the town to buy presents for the +little boys. + +When Snuffy ran away, and the school was left to itself, Colonel Jervois +strode off to the nearest farm, requisitioned a waggon, and having +packed the boys into it, bought loaves and milk enough to breakfast +them all, and transported the whole twenty-eight to our door. He left +four with my mother, and marched off with the rest. The Woods took in a +large batch, and in the course of the afternoon he had for love or money +quartered them all. He betrayed no nervousness in dealing with numbers, +in foraging for supplies, or in asking for what he wanted. Whilst other +people had been doubting whether it might not "create unpleasantness" to +interfere in this case and that, the Colonel had fought each boy's +battle, and seen most of them off on their homeward journeys. He was +used to dealing with men, and with emergencies, and it puzzled him when +my Uncle Henry consulted his law-books and advised caution, and my +father saw his agent on farm business, whilst the fate of one of +Crayshaw's victims yet hung in the balance. + +When all was over the Colonel left us, and took Lewis with him, and his +departure raised curiously mixed feelings of regret and relief. + +He had quite won my mother's heart, chiefly by his energy and tenderness +for the poor boys, and partly by his kindly courtesy and deference +towards her. Indeed all ladies liked him--all, that is, who knew him. +Before they came under the influence of his pleasantness and politeness, +he shared the half-hostile reception to which any person or anything +that was foreign to our daily experience was subjected in our +neighbourhood. So that the first time Colonel Jervois appeared in our +pew, Mrs. Simpson (the wife of a well-to-do man of business who lived +near us) said to my mother after church, "I see you've got one of the +military with you," and her tone was more critical than congratulatory. +But when my mother, with unconscious diplomacy, had kept her to +luncheon, and the Colonel had handed her to her seat, and had stroked +his moustache, and asked in his best manner if she meant to devote her +son to the service of his country, Mrs. Simpson undid her +bonnet-strings, fairly turned her back on my father, and was quite +unconscious when Martha handed the potatoes; and she left us wreathed in +smiles, and resolved that Mr. Simpson should buy their son Horace a +commission instead of taking him into the business. Mr. Simpson did not +share her views, and I believe he said some rather nasty things about +swaggering, and not having one sixpence to rub against another. And Mrs. +Simpson (who was really devoted to Horace and could hardly bear him out +of her sight) reflected that it was possible to get shot as well as to +grow a moustache if you went into the army; but she still maintained +that she should always remember the Colonel as a thorough gentleman, and +a wonderful judge of the character of boys. + +The Colonel made great friends with the Woods, and he was deeply +admired by our rector, who, like many parsons, had a very military +heart, and delighted in exciting tales of the wide world which he could +never explore. It was perhaps natural that my father should hardly be +devoted to a stranger who had practically reproached his negligence, but +the one thing that did draw him towards the old Indian officer was his +habit of early rising. My father was always up before any of us, but he +generally found the Colonel out before him, enjoying the early hours of +the day as men who have lived in hot climates are accustomed to do. They +used to come in together in very pleasant moods to breakfast; but with +the post-bag Lorraine's uncle was sure to be moved to voluble +indignation, or pity, or to Utopian plans to which my father listened +with puzzled impatience. He did not understand the Colonel, which was +perhaps not to be wondered at. + +His moral courage had taken away our breath, and physical courage was +stamped upon his outward man. If he was anything he was manly. It was +because he was in some respects very womanly too, that he puzzled my +father's purely masculine brain. The mixture, and the vehemence of the +mixture, were not in his line. He would have turned "Crayshaw's" +matters over in his own mind as often as hay in a wet season before +grappling with the whole bad business as the Colonel had done. And on +the other hand, it made him feel uncomfortable and almost ashamed to see +tears standing in the old soldier's eyes as he passionately blamed +himself for what had been suffered by "my sister's son." + +The servants one and all adored Colonel Jervois. They are rather acute +judges of good breeding, and men and maids were at one on the fact that +he was a visitor who conferred social distinction on the establishment. +They had decided that we should "dine late so long as The Gentleman" was +with us, whilst my mother was thinking how to break so weighty an +innovation to such valuable servants. They served him with alacrity, and +approved of his brief orders and gracious thanks. The Colonel did +unheard-of things with impunity--threw open his bedroom shutters at +night, and more than once unbarred and unbolted the front door to go +outside for a late cigar. Nothing puzzled Martha more than the nattiness +with which he put all the bolts and bars back into their places, as if +he had been used to the door as long as she had. + +Indeed he had all that power of making himself at home, which is most +fully acquired by having had to provide for yourself in strange places, +but he carried it too far. + +One day he penetrated into the kitchen (having previously been rummaging +the kitchen-garden) and insisted upon teaching our cook how to make +curry. The lesson was much needed, and it was equally well intended, but +it was a mistake. Everything cannot be carried by storm, whatever the +military may think. Jane said, "Yes, sir," at every point that +approached to a pause in the Colonel's ample instructions, but she never +moved her eyes from the magnificent moustache which drooped above the +stew-pan, nor her thoughts from the one idea produced by the +occasion--that The Gentleman had caught her without her cap. In short +our curries were no worse, and no better, in consequence of the shock to +kitchen etiquette (for that was all) which she received. + +And yet we modified our household ways for him, as they were never +modified for any one else. On Martha's weekly festival for cleaning the +bedrooms (and if a room was occupied for a night, she scrubbed after the +intruder as if he had brought the plague in his portmanteau) the +smartest visitor we ever entertained had to pick his or her way through +the upper regions of the house, where soap and soda were wafted on high +and unexpected breezes along passages filled with washstands and +clothes-baskets, cane-seated chairs and baths, mops, pails and brooms. +But the Colonel had "given such a jump" on meeting a towel-horse at +large round a sharp corner, and had seemed so uncomfortable on finding +everything that he thought was inside his room turned outside, that for +that week Martha left the lower part of the house uncleaned, and did not +turn either the dining or drawing rooms into the hall on their appointed +days. She had her revenge when he was gone. + +On the day of his departure, my lamentations had met with the warmest +sympathy as I stirred toffy over Jane's kitchen fire, whilst Martha +lingered with the breakfast things, after a fashion very unusual with +her, and gazed at the toast-rack and said, "the Colonel had eaten +nothing of a breakfast to travel on." But next morning, I met her in +another mood. It was a mood to which we were not strangers, though it +did not often occur. In brief, Martha (like many another invaluable +domestic) "had a temper of her own"; but to do her justice her ill +feelings generally expended themselves in a rage for work, and in taking +as little ease herself as she allowed to other people. I knew what it +meant when I found her cleaning the best silver when she ought to have +been eating her breakfast; but my head was so full of the Colonel, that +I could not help talking about him, even if the temptation to tease +Martha had not been overwhelming. No reply could I extract; only once, +as she passed swiftly to the china cupboard, with the whole Crown Derby +tea and coffee service on one big tray (the Colonel had praised her +coffee), I heard her mutter--"Soldiers is very upsetting." Certainly, +considering what she did in the way of scolding, scouring, blackleading, +polishing and sand-papering that week, it was not Martha's fault if we +did not "get straight again," furniture and feelings. I've heard her say +that Calais sand would "fetch anything off," and I think it had fetched +the Colonel off her heart by the time that the cleaning was done. + +It had no such effect on mine. Lewis Lorraine himself did not worship +his uncle more devoutly than I. Colonel Jervois had given me a new +ideal. It was possible, then, to be enthusiastic without being unmanly; +to live years out of England, and come back more patriotic than many +people who stayed comfortably at home; to go forth into the world and be +the simpler as well as the wiser, the softer as well as the stronger for +the experience? So it seemed. And yet Lewis had told me, with such tears +as Snuffy never made him shed, how tender his uncle was to his +unworthiness, what allowances he made for the worst that Lewis could say +of himself, and what hope he gave him of a good and happy future. + +"He cried as bad as I did," Lewis said, "and begged me to forgive him +for having trusted so much to my other guardian. Do you know, Jack, +Snuffy regularly forged a letter like my handwriting, to answer that one +Uncle Eustace wrote, which he kept back? He might well do such good +copies, and write the year of Our Lord with a swan at the end of the +last flourish! And you remember what we heard about his having been in +prison--but, oh, dear! I don't want to remember. He says I am to forget, +and he forbade me to talk about Crayshaw's, and said I was not to +trouble my head about anything that had happened there. He kept saying, +'Forget, my boy, forget! Say GOD help me, and look forward. While +there's life there's always the chance of a better life for every one. +Forget! forget!'" + +Lewis departed with his uncle. Charlie went for two nights to the moors. +Jem's holidays had not begun, and in our house we were "cleaning down" +after the Colonel as if he had been the sweeps. + +I went to old Isaac for sympathy. He had become very rheumatic the last +two years, but he was as intelligent as ever, and into his willing ear I +poured all that I could tell of my hero, and much that I only imagined. + +His sympathy met me more than half-way. The villagers as a body were +unbounded in their approval of the Colonel, and Mrs. Irvine was even +greedier than old Isaac for every particular I could impart respecting +him. + +"He's a _handsome_ gentleman," said the bee-master's wife, "and he +passed us (my neighbour, Mrs. Mettam, and me) as near, sir, as I am to +you, with a gold-headed stick in his hand, and them lads following after +him, for all the world like the Good Shepherd and his flock." + +I managed not to laugh, and old Isaac added, "There's a many in this +village, sir, would have been glad to have taken the liberty of +expressing themselves to the Colonel, and a _depitation_ did get as far +as your father's gates one night, but they turned bashful and come home +again. And I know, for one, Master Jack, that if me and my missus had +had a room fit to offer one of them poor young gentlemen, I'd have given +a week's wage to do it, and the old woman would have been happy to her +dying day." + + + + +CHAPTER XII. + + "GOD help me! save I take my part + Of danger on the roaring sea, + A devil rises in my heart, + Far worse than any death to me." + TENNYSON'S _Sailor-boy_. + + +The fact that my father had sent me back against my will to a school +where I had suffered so much and learnt so little, ought perhaps to have +drawn us together when he discovered his mistake. Unfortunately it did +not. He was deeply annoyed with himself for having been taken in by +Snuffy, but he transferred some of this annoyance to me, on grounds +which cut me to the soul, and which I fear I resented so much that I was +not in a mood that was favourable to producing a better understanding +between us. The injustice which I felt so keenly was, that my father +reproached me with having what he called "kept him in the dark" about +the life at Crayshaw's. At my age I must have seen how wicked the man +and his system were. + +I reminded him that I had run away from them once, and had told all +that I dared, but that he would not hear me then. He would not hear me +now. + +"I don't wish to discuss the subject. It is a very painful one," he said +(and I believe it was as physically distressing to him as the thought of +Cripple Charlie's malformation). "I have no wish to force your +confidence when it is too late," he added (and it was this which I felt +to be so hard). "I don't blame you; you have other friends who suit you +better, but you have never been fully open with me. All I can say is, if +Mr. Wood was better informed than I have been, and did not acquaint me, +he has behaved in a manner which---- There--don't speak! we'll dismiss the +subject. You have suffered enough, if you have not acted as I should +have expected you to act. I blame myself unutterably, and I hope I see +my way to such a comfortable and respectable start in life for you that +these three years in that vile place may not be to your permanent +disadvantage." + +I was just opening my lips to thank him, when he got up and went to his +tall desk, where he took a pinch of snuff, and then added as he turned +away, "Thank GOD I have _one_ son who is frank with his father!" + +My lips were sealed in an instant. This, then, was my reward for that +hard journey of escape, with Jem on my back, which had only saved him; +for having stifled envy in gladness for his sake, when (in those bits +of our different holidays which overlapped each other) I saw and felt +the contrast between our opportunities; for having suffered my harder +lot in silence that my mother might not fret, when I felt certain that +my father would not interfere! My heart beat as if it would have pumped +the tears into my eyes by main force, but I kept them back, and said +steadily enough, "Is that all, sir?" + +My father did not look up, but he nodded his head and said, "Yes; you +may go." + +As I went he called me back. + +"Are you going to the farm this afternoon?" + +To my own infinite annoyance I blushed as I answered, "I was going to +sit with Charlie a bit, unless you have any objection." + +"Not at all. I only asked for information. I have no wish to interfere +with any respectable friends you may be disposed to give your confidence +to. But I should like it to be understood that either your mother or I +must have some knowledge of your movements." + +"Mother knew quite well I was going!" I exclaimed "Why, I've got a +parcel to take to Mrs. Wood from her." + +"Very good. There's no occasion to display temper. Shut the door after +you." + +I shut it very gently. (If three years at Crayshaw's had taught me +nothing else, it had taught me much self-control.) Then I got away to +the first hiding-place I could find, and buried my head upon my arms. +Would not a beating from Snuffy have been less hard to bear? Surely sore +bones from those one despises are not so painful as a sore heart from +those one loves. + +Our household affections were too sound at the core for the mere fact of +displeasing my father not to weigh heavily on my soul. But I could not +help defending myself in my own mind against what I knew to be +injustice. + +Jem "frank with his father"? Well he might be, when our father's +partiality met him half-way at every turn. _That_ was no fancy of mine. +I had the clearest of childish remembrances of an occasion when I wanted +to do something which our farming-man thought my father would not +approve, and how when I urged the fact that Jem had already done it with +impunity, he shook his head wiseacrely, and said, "Aye, aye, Master +Jack. But ye know they say some folks may steal a horse, when other +folks mayn't look over the hedge." + +The vagueness of "some folks" and "other folks" had left the proverb +dark to my understanding when I heard it, but I remembered it till I +understood it. + +I never was really jealous of Jem. He was far too good-natured and +unspoilt, and I was too fond of him. Besides which, if the mental tone +of our country lives was at rather a dull level, it was also wholesomely +unfavourable to the cultivation of morbid grievances, or the dissection +of one's own hurt feelings. If I had told anybody about me, from my dear +mother down to our farming-man, that I was misunderstood and wanted +sympathy, I should probably have been answered that many a lad of my age +was homeless and wanted boots. As a matter of reasoning the reply would +have been defective, but for practical purposes it would have been much +to the point. And it is fair to this rough-and-ready sort of philosophy +to defend it from a common charge of selfishness. It was not that I +should have been the happier because another lad was miserable, but that +an awakened sympathy with his harder fate would tend to dwarf egotistic +absorption in my own. Such considerations, in short, are no +justification of those who are responsible for needless evil or +neglected good, but they are handy helps to those who suffer from them, +and who feel sadly sorry for themselves. + +I am sure the early-begun and oft-reiterated teaching of daily +thankfulness for daily blessing was very useful to me at Crayshaw's and +has been useful to me ever since. With my dear mother herself it was +merely part of that pure and constant piety which ran through her daily +life, like a stream that is never frozen and never runs dry. In me it +had no such grace, but it was an early-taught good habit (as instinctive +as any bodily habit) to feel--"Well, I'm thankful things are not so with +me;" as quickly as "Ah, it might have been thus!" Looking at the fates +and fortunes and dispositions of other boys, I had, even at Snuffy's +"much to be thankful for" as well as much to endure, and it was a good +thing for me that I could balance the two. For if the grace of +thankfulness does not solve the riddles of life, it lends a willing +shoulder to its common burdens. + +I certainly had needed all my philosophy at home as well as at school. +It was hard to come back, one holiday-time after another, ignorant +except for books that I devoured in the holidays, and for my own +independent studies of maps, and an old geography book at Snuffy's from +which I was allowed to give lessons to the lowest form; rough in looks, +and dress, and manners (I knew it, but it requires some self-respect +even to use a nail-brush, and self-respect was next door to impossible +at Crayshaw's); and with my north-country accent deepened, and my +conversation disfigured by slang which, not being fashionable slang, was +as inadmissible as thieves' lingo; it was hard, I say, to come back +thus, and meet dear old Jem, and generally one at least of his +school-fellows whom he had asked to be allowed to invite--both of them +well dressed, well cared for, and well mannered, full of games that were +not in fashion at Crayshaw's, and slang as "correct" as it was +unintelligible. + +Jem's heart was as true to me as ever, but he was not so thin-skinned as +I am. He was never a fellow who worried himself much about anything, and +I don't think it struck him I could feel hurt or lonely. He would say, +"I say, Jack, what a beastly way your hair is cut. I wish Father would +let you come to our school:" or, "Don't say it was a dirty trick--say it +was a beastly chouse, or something of that sort. We're awfully +particular about talking at ----'s, and I don't want Cholmondley to hear +you." + +Jem was wonderfully polished-up himself, and as pugnacious on behalf of +all the institutions of his school as he had once been about our pond. I +got my hair as near right as one cutting and the town hair-cutter could +bring it, and mended my manners and held my own with good temper. When +it came to feats of skill or endurance, I more than held my own. Indeed, +I so amazed one very "swell" little friend of Jem's whose mother (a +titled lady) had allowed him to spend part of the summer holidays with +Jem for change of air, that he vowed I must go and stay with him in the +winter, and do juggler and acrobat at their Christmas theatricals. But +he may have reported me as being rough as well as ready, for her +ladyship never ratified the invitation. Not that I would have left home +at Christmas, and not that I lacked pleasure in the holidays. But other +fashions of games and speech and boyish etiquette lay between me and +Jem; hospitality, if not choice, kept him closely with his +school-fellows, and neither they nor he had part in the day-dreams of my +soul. + +For the spell of the Penny Numbers had not grown weaker as I grew older. +In the holidays I came back to them as to friends. At school they made +the faded maps on Snuffy's dirty walls alive with visions, and many a +night as I lay awake with pain and over-weariness in the stifling +dormitory, my thoughts took refuge not in dreams of home nor in castles +of the air, but in phantom ships that sailed for ever round the world. + +The day of the interview with my father I roused myself from my +grievances to consider a more practical question. Why should I not go to +sea? No matter whose fault it was, there was no doubt that I was +ill-educated, and that I did not please my father as Jem did. On the +other hand I was strong and hardy, nimble and willing to obey; and I had +roughed it enough, in all conscience. I must have ill luck indeed, if I +lit upon a captain more cruel than Mr. Crayshaw. I did not know exactly +how it was to be accomplished, but I knew enough to know that I could +not aim at the Royal Navy. Of course I should have preferred it. I had +never seen naval officers, but if they were like officers in the army, +like Colonel Jervois, for instance, it was with such a port and bearing +that I would fain have carried myself when I grew up to be a man. I +guessed, however, that money and many other considerations might make it +impossible for me to be a midshipman; but I had heard of boys being +apprenticed to merchant-vessels, and I resolved to ask my father if he +would so apprentice me. + +He refused, and he accompanied his refusal with an unfavourable +commentary on my character and conduct, which was not the less bitter +because the accusations were chiefly general. + +This sudden fancy for the sea--well, if it were not a sudden fancy, but +a dream of my life, what a painful instance it afforded of my habitual +want of frankness!--This long-concealed project which I had suddenly +brought to the surface--I had talked about it to my mother years ago, +had I, but it had distressed her, and even to my father, but he had +snubbed me?--then I had been deliberately fostering aims and plans to +which I had always known that my parents would be opposed. My father +didn't believe a word of it. It was the old story. I must be peculiar +at any price. I must have something new to amuse me, and be unlike the +rest of the family. It was always the same. For years I had found more +satisfaction from the conversation of a man who had spent ten years of +his life in the hulks than from that of my own father. Then this Indian +Colonel had taken my fancy, and it had made him sick to see the +womanish--he could call it no better, the _weak-womanish_--way in which +I worshipped him. If I were a daughter instead of a son, my caprices +would distress and astonish him less. He could have sent me to my +mother, and my mother might have sent me to my needle. In a son, from +whom he looked for manly feeling and good English common-sense, it was +painful in the extreme. Vanity, the love of my own way, and want of +candour--(my father took a pinch of snuff between each count of the +indictment)--these were my besetting sins, and would lead me into +serious trouble. This new fad, just, too, when he had made most +favourable arrangements for my admission into my Uncle Henry's office as +the first step in a prosperous career. I didn't know; didn't I? Perhaps +not. Perhaps I had been at the Woods' when he and my mother were +speaking of it. But now I did know. The matter was decided, and he hoped +I should profit by my opportunities. I might go, and I was to shut the +door after me. + +I omit what my father said of the matter from a religious point of +view, though he accused me of flying in the face of Providence as well +as the Fifth Commandment. The piety which kept a pure and GOD-fearing +atmosphere about my home, and to which I owe all the strength I have +found against evil since I left it, was far too sincere in both my +parents for me to speak of any phase of it with disrespect. Though I may +say here that I think it is to be wished that more good people exercised +judgment as well as faith in tracing the will of Heaven in their own. +Practically I did not even then believe that I was more "called" to that +station of life which was to be found in Uncle Henry's office, than to +that station of life which I should find on board a vessel in the +Merchant Service, and it only discredited truth in my inmost soul when +my father put his plans for my career in that light. Just as I could not +help feeling it unfair that a commandment which might have been fairly +appealed to if I had disobeyed him, should be used against me in +argument because I disagreed with him. + +I did disagree with him utterly. Uncle Henry's office was a gloomy +place, where I had had to endure long periods of waiting as a child when +my mother took us in to the dentist, and had shopping and visiting of +uncertain length to do. Uncle Henry himself was no favourite with me. He +was harder than my father if you vexed him, and less genial when you +didn't. And I wanted to go to sea. But it did not seem a light matter to +me to oppose my parents, and they were both against me. My dear mother +was thrown into the profoundest distress by the bare notion. In her view +to be at sea was merely to run an imminent and ceaseless risk of +shipwreck; and even this jeopardy of life and limb was secondary to the +dangers that going ashore in foreign places would bring upon my mind and +morals. + +So when my father spoke kindly to me at supper, and said that he had +arranged with Mr. Wood that I should read with him for two hours every +evening, in preparation for my future life as an articled clerk, my +heart was softened. I thanked him gratefully, and resolved for my own +part to follow what seemed to be the plain path of duty, though it led +to Uncle Henry's office, and not out into the world. + +The capacity in which I began life in Uncle Henry's office was that of +office boy, and the situation was attended in my case with many +favourable conditions. Uncle Henry wished me to sleep on the premises, +as my predecessor had done, but an accidental circumstance led to my +coming home daily, which I infinitely preferred. This was nothing less +than an outbreak of boils all over me, upon which, every domestic +application having failed, and gallons of herb tea only making me +worse, Dr. Brown was called in, and pronounced my health in sore need of +restoration. The regimen of Crayshaw's was not to be recovered from in a +day, and the old doctor would not hear of my living altogether in the +town. If I went to the office at all, he said, I must ride in early, and +ride out in the evening. So much fresh air and exercise were imperative, +and I must eat two solid meals a day under no less careful an eye than +that of my mother. + +She was delighted. She thought (even more than usual) that Doctor Brown +was a very Solomon in spectacles, and I quite agreed with her. The few +words that followed gave a slight shock to her favourable opinion of his +wisdom, but I need hardly say that it confirmed mine. + +He had given me a kindly slap on the shoulder, which happened at that +moment to be the sorest point in my body, and I was in no small pain +from head to foot. I only tightened my lips, but I suppose he bethought +himself of what he had done, and he looked keenly at me and said, "You +can bear pain, Master Jack?" + +"Oh, Jack's a very brave boy," said my dear mother. "Indeed, he's only +too brave. He upset his father and me terribly last week by wanting to +go to sea instead of to the office." + +"And much better for him, ma'am," said the old doctor, promptly; "he'll +make a first-rate sailor, and if Crayshaw's is all the schooling he's +had, a very indifferent clerk." + +"That's just what I think!" I began, but my mother coloured crimson with +distress, and I stopped, and went after her worsted ball which she had +dropped, whilst she appealed to Doctor Brown. + +"Pray don't say so, Doctor Brown. Jack is _very_ good, and it's all +_quite_ decided. I couldn't part with him, and his father would be _so_ +annoyed if the subject----" + +"Tut, tut, ma'am!" said the doctor, pocketing his spectacles; "I never +interfere with family affairs, and I never repeat what I hear. The first +rules of the profession, young gentleman, and very good general rules +for anybody." + +I got quite well again, and my new life began. I rode in and out of the +town every day on Rob Roy, our red-haired pony. After tea I went to the +farm to be taught by Mr. Wood, and at every opportunity I devoured such +books as I could lay my hands on. I fear I had very little excuse for +not being contented now. And yet I was not content. + +It seems absurd to say that the drains had anything to do with it, but +the horrible smell which pervaded the office added to the +distastefulness of the place, and made us all feel ill and fretful, +except my uncle, and Moses Benson, the Jew clerk. He was never ill, and +he said he smelt nothing; which shows that one may have a very big nose +to very little purpose. + +My uncle pooh-poohed the unwholesome state of the office, for two +reasons which certainly had some weight. The first was that he himself +had been there for five-and-twenty years without suffering by it; and +the second was, that the defects of drainage were so radical that (the +place belonging to that period of house-building when the system of +drainage was often worse than none at all) half the premises, if not +half the street, would have to be pulled down for any effectual remedy. +So it was left as it was, and when Mr. Burton, the head clerk, had worse +headaches than usual, he used to give me sixpence for chloride of lime, +which I distributed at my discretion, and on those days Moses Benson +used generally to say that he "fancied he smelt something." + +Moses Benson was an articled clerk to my uncle, but he had no +pretensions to be considered a gentleman. His father kept a small shop +where second-hand watches were the most obvious goods; but the old man +was said to have money, though the watches did not seem to sell very +fast, and his son had duly qualified for his post, and had paid a good +premium. Moses was only two or three years older than I, not that I +could have told anything about his age from his looks. He was sallow, +and had a big nose; his hands were fat, his feet were small, and I think +his head was large, but perhaps his hair made it look larger than it +was, for it was thick and very black, and though it was curly, it was +not like Jem's; the curls were more like short ringlets, and if he bent +over his desk they hid his forehead, and when he put his head back to +think, they lay on his coat-collar. And I suppose it was partly because +he could not smell with his nose, that he used such very strong +hair-oil, and so much of it. It used to make his coat-collar in a horrid +state, but he always kept a little bottle of "scouring drops" on the +ledge of his desk, and when it got very bad, I knelt behind him on the +corner of his stool and scoured his coat-collar with a little bit of +flannel. Not that I did it half so well as he could. He wore very +odd-looking clothes, but he took great care of them, and was always +touching them up, and "reviving" his hat with one of Mrs. O'Flannagan's +irons. He used to sell bottles of the scouring drops to the other +clerks, and once he got me to get my mother to buy some. He gave me a +good many little odd jobs to do for him, but he always thanked me, and +from the beginning to the end of our acquaintance he was invariably +kind. + +I remember a very odd scene that happened at the beginning of it. + +Mr. Burton (the other clerk, whose time was to expire the following +year, which was to make a vacancy for me) was a very different man from +Moses Benson. He was respectably connected, and looked down on "the +Jew-boy," but he was hot-tempered, and rather slow-witted, and I think +Moses could manage him; and I think it was he who kept their constant +"tiffs" from coming to real quarrels. + +One day, very soon after I began office-life, Benson sent me out to get +him some fancy notepaper, and when I came back I saw the red-haired Mr. +Burton standing by the desk and looking rather more sickly and cross +than usual. I laid down the paper and the change, and asked if Benson +wanted anything else. He thanked me exceedingly kindly, and said, "No," +and I went out of the enclosure and back to the corner where I had been +cutting out some newspaper extracts for my uncle. At the same time I +drew from under my overcoat which was lying there, an old railway volume +of one of Cooper's novels which Charlie had lent me. I ought not to have +been reading novels in office-hours, but I had had to stop short last +night because my candle went out just at the most exciting point, and I +had had no time to see what became of everybody before I started for +town in the morning. I could bear suspense no longer, and plunged into +my book. + +How it was in these circumstances that I heard what the two clerks were +saying, I don't know. They talked constantly in these open enclosures, +when they knew I was within hearing. On this occasion I suppose they +thought I had gone out, and it was some minutes before I discovered that +they were talking of me. Burton spoke first, and in an irritated tone. + +"You treat this young shaver precious different to the last one." + +The Jew spoke very softly, and with an occasional softening of the +consonants in his words. "How obsherving you are!" said he. + +Burton snorted. "It don't take much observation to see that. But I +suppose you have your reasons. You Jews are always so sly. That's how +you get on so, I suppose." + +"You Gentiles," replied Moses (and the Jew's voice had tones which gave +him an infinite advantage in retaliating scorn), "you Gentiles would do +as well as we do if you were able to foresee and knew how to wait. You +have all the selfishness for success, my dear, but the gifts of prophecy +and patience are wanting to you." + +"That's nothing to do with your little game about the boy," said +Burton; "however, I suppose you can keep your own secrets." + +"I have no secrets," said Moses gently. "And if you take my advice, you +never will have. If you have no secrets, my dear, they will never be +found out. If you tell your little designs, your best friends will be +satisfied, and will not invent less creditable ones for you." + +"If they did, you'd talk 'em down," said Burton roughly. "Short of a +woman I never met such a hand at jaw. You'll be in Parliament yet----" +("It is possible!" said the Jew hastily,) "with that long tongue of +yours. But you haven't told us about the boy, for all you've said." + +"About this boy," said Moses, "a proverb will be shorter than my jaw. +'The son of the house is not a servant for ever.' As to the other--he +was taken for charity and dismissed for theft, is it not so? He came +from the dirt, and he went back to the dirt. They often do. Why should I +be civil to him?" + +What reply Mr. Burton would have made to this question I had no +opportunity of judging. My uncle called him, and he ran hastily +up-stairs. And when he had gone, the Jew came slowly out, and crossed +the office as if he were going into the street. By this time my +conscience was pricking hard, and I shoved my book under my coat and +called to him: "Mr. Benson." + +"You?" he said. + +"I am very sorry," I stammered, blushing, "but I heard what you were +saying. I did not mean to listen. I thought you knew that I was there." + +"It is of no importance," he said, turning away; "I have no secrets." + +But I detained him. + +"Mr. Benson! Tell me, please. You _were_ talking about me, weren't you? +What did you mean about the son of the house not being a servant for +ever?" + +He hesitated for an instant, and then turned round and came nearer to +me. + +"It is true, is it not?" he said. "Next year you may be clerk. In time +you may be your uncle's confidential clerk, which I should like to be +myself. You may eventually be partner, as I should like to be; and in +the long run you may succeed him, as I should like to do. It is a good +business, my dear, a sound business, a business of which much, very +much, more might be made. You might die rich, very rich. You might be +mayor, you might be Member, you might--but what is the use? _You will +not._ You do not see it, though I am telling you. You will not wait for +it, though it would come. What is that book you hid when I came in?" + +"It is about North American Indians," said I, dragging it forth. "I am +very sorry, but I left off last night at such an exciting bit." + +The Jew was thumbing the pages, with his black ringlets close above +them. + +"Novels in office-hours!" said he; but he was very good-natured about +it, and added, "I've one or two books at home, if you're fond of this +kind of reading, and will promise me not to forget your duties." + +"Oh, I promise!" said I. + +"I'll put them under my desk in the corner," he said; "indeed, I would +part with some of them for a trifle." + +I thanked him warmly, but what he had said was still hanging in my mind, +and I added, "Are there real prophets among the Jews now-a-days, Mr. +Benson?" + +"They will make nothing by it, if there are," said he; and there was a +tone of mysteriousness in his manner of speaking which roused my +romantic curiosity. "A few of ush (very few, my dear!) mould our own +fates, and the lives of the rest are moulded by what men have within +them rather than by what they find without. If there were a true prophet +in every market-place to tell each man of his future, it would not alter +the destinies of seven men in thish wide world." + +As Moses spoke the swing door was pushed open, and one of my uncle's +clients entered. He was an influential man, and a very tall one. The Jew +bent his ringlets before him, almost beneath his elbow, and slipped out +as he came in. + + + + +CHAPTER XIII. + + "Then, hey for boot and horse, lad, + And round the world away! + Young blood must have its course, lad, + And every dog his day."--C. KINGSLEY. + + +Moses Benson was as good as his word in the matter of books of +adventure. Dirty books, some without backs, and some with very greasy +ones (for which, if I bought them, I seldom paid more than half-price), +but full of dangers and discoveries, the mightiness of manhood, and the +wonders of the world. I read them at odd moments of my working hours, +and dreamed of them when I went home to bed. And it was more fascinating +still to look out, with Charlie's help, in the Penny Numbers, for the +foreign places, and people, and creatures mentioned in the tales, and to +find that the truth was often stranger than the fiction. + +To live a fancy-life of adventure in my own head, was not merely an +amusement to me at this time--it was a refuge. Matters did not really +improve between me and my father, though I had obeyed his wishes. It +was by his arrangement that I spent so much of my time at home with the +Woods, and yet it remained a grievance that I liked to do so. Whether my +dear mother had given up all hopes of my becoming a genius I do not +know, but my father's contempt for my absorption in a book was unabated. +I felt this if he came suddenly upon me with my head in my hands and my +nose in a tattered volume; and if I went on with my reading it was with +a sense of being in the wrong, whilst if I shut up the book and tried to +throw myself into outside interests, my father's manner showed me that +my efforts had only discredited my candour. + +As is commonly the case, it was chiefly little things that pulled the +wrong way of the stuff of life between us, but they pulled it very much +askew. I was selfishly absorbed in my own dreams, and I think my dear +father made a mistake which is a too common bit of tyranny between +people who love each other and live together. He was not satisfied with +my _doing_ what he liked, he expected me to _be_ what he liked, that is, +to be another person instead of myself. Wives and daughters seem now and +then to respond to this expectation as to the call of duty, and to +become inconsistent echoes, odd mixtures of severity and hesitancy, +hypocrites on the highest grounds; but sons are not often so +self-effacing, and it was not the case with me. It was so much the case +with my dear mother, that she never was of the slightest use (which she +might have been) when my father and I misunderstood each other. By my +father's views of the moment she always hastily set her own, whether +they were fair or unfair to me; and she made up for it by indulging me +at every point that did not cross an expressed wish of my father's, or +that could not annoy him because he was not there. She never held the +scales between us. + +And yet it was the thought of her which kept me from taking my fate into +my own hands again and again. To have obeyed my father seemed to have +done so little towards making him satisfied with me, that I found no +consolation at home for the distastefulness of the office; and more than +once I resolved to run away, and either enlist or go to Liverpool (which +was at no great distance from us) and get on board some vessel that was +about to sail for other lands. But when I thought of my mother's +distress, I could not face it, and I let my half-formed projects slide +again. + +Oddly enough, it was Uncle Henry who brought matters to a crisis. I +think my father was disappointed (though he did not blame me) that I +secured no warmer a place in Uncle Henry's affections than I did. Uncle +Henry had no children, and if he took a fancy to me and I pleased him, +such a career as the Jew-clerk had sketched for me would probably be +mine. This dawned on me by degrees through chance remarks from my father +and the more open comments of friends. For good manners with us were not +of a sensitively refined order, and to be clapped on the back +with--"Well, Jack, you've got into a good berth, I hear. I suppose you +look to succeed your uncle some day?" was reckoned a friendly +familiarity rather than an offensive impertinence. + +I learned that my parents had hoped that, as I was his nephew, Uncle +Henry would take me as clerk without the usual premium. Indeed, when my +uncle first urged my going to him, he had more than hinted that he +should not expect a premium with his brother's son. But he was fond of +his money (of which he had plenty), and when people are that, they are +apt to begin to grudge, if there is time, between promise and +performance. Uncle Henry had a whole year in which to think about +foregoing two or three hundred pounds, and as it drew to a close, it +seemed to worry him to such a degree, that he proposed to take me for +half the usual premium instead of completely remitting it; and he said +something about my being a stupid sort of boy, and of very little use to +him for some time to come. He said it to justify himself for drawing +back, I am quite sure, but it did me no good at home. + +My father had plenty of honourable pride, and he would hear of no +compromise. He said that he should pay the full premium for me that +Uncle Henry's other clerks had had to pay, and from this no revulsion of +feeling on my uncle's part would move him. He was quite bland with Uncle +Henry, and he was not quite bland towards me. + +When I fairly grasped the situation (and I contrived to get a pretty +clear account of it from my mother), there rushed upon me the conviction +that a new phase had come over my prospects. When I put aside my own +longings for my father's will; and every time that office life seemed +intolerable to me, and I was tempted to break my bonds, and thought +better of it and settled down again, this thought had always remained +behind: "I will try; and if the worst comes to the worst, and I really +cannot settle down into a clerk, I can but run away then." But +circumstances had altered my case, I felt that now I must make up my +mind for good and all. My father would have to make some little +sacrifices to find the money, and when it was once paid, I could not let +it be in vain. Come what might, I must stick to the office then, and for +life. + +Some weeks passed whilst I was turning this over and over in my mind. I +was constantly forgetting things in the office, but Moses Benson helped +me out of every scrape. He was kinder and kinder, so that I often felt +sorry that I could not feel fonder of him, and that his notions of fun +and amusement only disgusted me instead of making us friends. They +convinced me of one thing. My dear mother's chief dread about my going +out of my own country was for the wicked ways I might learn in strange +lands. A town with an unpronounceable name suggested foreign iniquities +to her tender fears, but our own town, where she and everybody we knew +bought everything we daily used, did not frighten her at all. I did not +tell her, but I was quite convinced myself that I might get pretty deep +into mischief in my idle hours, even if I lived within five miles of +home, and had only my uncle's clerks for my comrades. + +During these weeks Jem came home for the holidays. He was at a public +school now, which many of our friends regarded as an extravagant folly +on my father's part. We had a very happy time together, and this would +have gone far to keep me at home, if it had not, at the same time, +deepened my disgust with our town, and my companions in the office. In +plain English, the training of two good schools, and the society of boys +superior to himself, had made a gentleman of Jem, and the contrast +between his looks and ways, and manners, and those of my uncle's clerks +were not favourable to the latter. How proud my father was of him! With +me he was in a most irritable mood; and one grumble to which I heard him +give utterance, that it was very inconvenient to have to pay this money +just at the most expensive period of Jem's education, went heavily into +the scale for running away. And that night, as it happened, Jem and I +sat up late, and had a long and loving chat. He abused the office to my +heart's content, and was very sympathetic when I told him that I had +wished to go to sea, and how my father had refused to allow me. + +"I think he made a great mistake," said Jem; and he told me of "a +fellow's brother" that he knew about, who was in the Merchant Service, +and how well he was doing. "It's not even as if Uncle Henry were coming +out generously," he added. + +Dear, dear! How pleasant it was to hear somebody else talk on my side of +the question. And who was I that I should rebuke Jem for calling our +worthy uncle a curmudgeon, and stigmatising the Jew-clerk as a dirty +beast? I really dared not tell him that Moses grew more familiar as my +time to be articled drew near; that he called me Jack Sprat, and his +dearest friend, and offered to procure me the "silver-top" (or +champagne)--which he said I must "stand" on the day I took my place at +the fellow desk to his--of the first quality and at less than cost +price; and that he had provided me gratis with a choice of "excuses" +(they were unblushing lies) to give to our good mother for spending that +evening in town, and "having a spree." + +From my affairs we came to talk of Jem's, and I found that even he, poor +chap! was not without his troubles. He confided to me, with many +expressions of shame and vexation, that he had got into debt, but having +brought home good reports and even a prize on this occasion, he hoped to +persuade my father to pay what he owed. + +"You see, Jack, he's awfully good to me, but he will do things his own +way, and what's worse, the way they were done in his young days. You +remember the row we had about his giving me an allowance? He didn't want +to, because he never had one, only tips from his governor when the old +gentleman was pleased with him. And he said it was quite enough to send +me to such a good and expensive school, and I ought to think of that, +and not want more because I had got much. We'd an awful row, for I +thought it was so unfair his making out I was greedy and ungrateful, and +I told him so, and I said I was quite game to go to a cheap school if he +liked, only wherever I was I did want to be 'like the other fellows.' I +begged him to take me away and to let me go somewhere cheap with you; +and I said, if the fellows there had no allowances, we could do without. +As I told him, it's not the beastly things that you buy that you care +about, only of course you don't like to be the only fellow who can't buy +'em. So then he came round, and said I should have an allowance, but I +must do with a very small one. So I said, Very well, then I mustn't go +in for the games. Then he wouldn't have that; so then I made out a list +of what the subscriptions are to cricket, and so on, and then your +flannels and shoes, and it came to double what he offered me. He said it +was simply disgraceful that boys shouldn't be able to be properly +educated, and have an honest game at cricket for the huge price he paid, +without the parents being fleeced for all sorts of extravagances at +exorbitant prices. And I know well enough it's disgraceful, what we have +to pay for school books and for things of all sorts you have to get in +the town; but, as I said to the governor, why don't you kick up a dust +with the head master, or write to the papers--what's the good of rowing +us? One must have what other fellows have, and get 'em where other +fellows get 'em. But he never did--I wish he would. I should enjoy +fighting old Pompous if I were in his place. But they're as civil as +butter to each other, and then old Pompous goes on feathering his nest, +and backing up the tradespeople, and the governor pitches into the +young men of the present day." + +"He did give you the bigger allowance, didn't he?" said I, at this pause +in Jem's rhetoric. + +"Yes, he did. He's awfully good to me. But you know, Jack, he never paid +it quite all, and he never paid it quite in time. I found out from my +mother he did it on purpose to make me value it more, and be more +careful. Doesn't it seem odd he shouldn't see that I can't pay the +subscriptions a few shillings short or a few days late? One must find +the money somehow, and then one has to pay for that, and then you're +short, and go on tick, and it runs up, and then they dun you, and you're +cleaned out, and there you are!" + +At which climax old Jem laid his curly head on his arms, and I began to +think very seriously. + +"How much do you owe?" + +Jem couldn't say. He thought he could reckon up, so I got a pencil and +made a list from his dictation, and from his memory, which was rather +vague. When it was done (and there seemed to be a misty margin beyond), +I was horrified. "Why, my dear fellow!" I exclaimed, "if you'd had your +allowance ever so regularly, it wouldn't have covered this sort of +thing." + +"I know, I know," said poor Jem, clutching remorsefully at his curls. +"I've been a regular fool! Jack! whatever you do--never tick. It's the +very mischief. You never know what you owe, and so you feel vague and +order more. And you never know what you don't owe, which is worse, for +sometimes you're in such despair, it would be quite a relief to catch +some complaint and die. It's like going about with a stone round your +neck, and nobody kind enough to drown you. I can't stand any more of it. +I shall make a clean breast to Father, and if he can't set me straight, +I won't go back; I'll work on the farm sooner, and let him pay my bills +instead of my schooling--and serve old Pompous right." + +Poor Jem! long after he had cheered up and gone to bed, I sat up and +thought. When my premium was paid where was the money for Jem's debts to +come from? And would my father be in the humour to pay them? If he did +not, Jem would not go back to school. Of that I was quite certain. Jem +had thought over his affairs, which was an effort for him, but he always +thought in one direction. His thoughts never went backwards and forwards +as mine did. If he had made up his mind, there was no more prospect of +his changing it than if he had been my father. And if the happy terms +between them were broken, and Jem's career checked when he was doing so +well!--the scales that weighed my own future were becoming very uneven +now. + +I clasped my hands and thought. If I ran away, the money would be there +for Jem's debts, and his errors would look pale in the light of my +audacity, and he would be dearer than ever at home, whilst for me were +freedom, independence (for I had not a doubt of earning +bread-and-cheese, if only as a working man): perhaps a better +understanding with my father when I had been able to prove my courage +and industry, or even when he got the temperate and dutiful letter I +meant to post to him when I was fairly off; and beyond all, the desire +of my eyes, the sight of the world. + +Should I stay now? And for what? To see old Jem at logger-heads with my +father, and perhaps demoralized by an inferior school? To turn my own +back and shut my eyes for ever on all that the wide seas embrace; my +highest goal to be to grow as rich as Uncle Henry or richer, and perhaps +as mean or meaner? Should I choose for life a life I hated, and set +seals to my choice by drinking silver-top with the Jew-clerk?--No, +Moses, no! + + * * * * * + +I got up soon after dawn and was in the garden at sunrise the morning +that I ran away. I had made my plans carefully, and carried them out, so +far with success. + +Including the old miser's bequest which his lawyer had paid, there were +thirteen pounds to my name in the town savings-bank, and this sum I had +drawn out to begin life with. I wrapped a five-pound note in a loving +letter to Jem, and put both into the hymn-book on his shelf--I knew it +would not be opened till Sunday. Very few runaways have as much as eight +pounds to make a start with: and as one could not be quite certain how +my father would receive Jem's confession, I thought he might be glad of +a few pounds of his own, and I knew he had spent his share of the +miser's money long ago. + +I meant to walk to a station about seven miles distant, and there take +train for Liverpool. I should be clumsy indeed, I thought, if I could +not stow away on board some vessel, as hundreds of lads had done before +me, and make myself sufficiently useful to pay my passage when I was +found out. + +When I got into the garden I kicked my foot against something in the +grass. It was my mother's little gardening-fork. She had been tidying +her pet perennial border, and my father had called her hastily, and she +had left it half finished, and had forgotten the fork. A few minutes +more or less were of no great importance to me, for it was very early, +so I finished the border quite neatly, and took the fork indoors. + +I put it in a corner of the hall where the light was growing stronger +and making familiar objects clear. In a house like ours and amongst +people like us, furniture was not chopped and changed and decorated as +it is now. The place had looked like this ever since I could remember, +and it would look like this tomorrow morning, though my eyes would not +see it. I stood stupidly by the hall table where my father's gloves lay +neatly one upon the other beside his hat. I took them up, almost +mechanically, and separated them, and laid them together again finger to +finger, and thumb to thumb, and held them with a stupid sort of feeling, +as if I could never put them down and go away. + +What would my father's face be like when he took them up this very +morning to go out and look for me? and when--oh when!--should I see his +face again? + +I began to feel what one is apt to learn too late, that in childhood one +takes the happiness of home for granted, and kicks against the pricks of +its grievances, not having felt the far harder buffetings of the world. +Moreover (which one does not think of then), that parental blunders and +injustices are the mistakes and tyrannies of a special love that one may +go many a mile on one's own wilful way and not meet a second time. +Who--in the wide world--would care to be bothered with my confidence, +and blame me for withholding it? Should I meet many people to whom it +would matter if we misunderstood each other? Would anybody hereafter +love me well enough to be disappointed in me? Would other men care so +much for my fate as to insist on guiding it by lines of their own +ruling? + +I pressed the gloves passionately against my eyes to keep in the tears. +If my day-dreams had been the only question, I should have changed my +mind now. If the home grievances had been all, I should have waited for +time and patience to mend them. I could not have broken all these +heart-strings. I should never have run away. But there was much more, +and my convictions were not changed, though I felt as if I might have +managed better as regards my father. + +Would he forgive me? I hoped and believed so. Would my mother forgive +me? I knew she would--as GOD forgives. + +And with the thought of her, I knelt down, and put my head on the hall +table and prayed from my soul--not for fair winds, and prosperous +voyages, and good luck, and great adventures; but that it might please +GOD to let me see Home again, and the faces that I loved, ah, so dearly, +after all! + +And then I got up, and crossed the threshold, and went out into the +world. + + + END OF PART I. + + + + + RICHARD CLAY & SONS, LIMITED, + LONDON & BUNGAY. + + + + +_The present Series of Mrs. Ewing's Works is the only authorized, +complete, and uniform Edition published._ + +_It will consist of 18 volumes, Small Crown 8vo, at 2s. 6d. per vol., +issued, as far as possible, in chronological order, and these will +appear at the rate of two volumes every two months, so that the Series +will be completed within 18 months. 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