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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: Tom Brown at Rugby + +Author: Thomas Hughes + +Editor: Clara Weaver Robinson + +Release Date: September 20, 2010 [EBook #33777] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TOM BROWN AT RUGBY *** + + + + +Produced by David Garcia and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 70%;"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="100%" alt="Front Cover" title="Front Cover" /> +</div> + +<h4>Classics for Children.</h4> + +<h1><span class="smcap">Tom Brown at Rugby</span></h1> + +<h4>BY AN OLD BOY<br /> +<big>(<span class="smcap">Thomas Hughes</span>).</big></h4> + +<h4>EDITED BY<br /> +CLARA WEAVER ROBINSON.</h4> + +<h5>BOSTON, U.S.A.<br /> +GINN & COMPANY, PUBLISHERS.<br /> +1902</h5> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h5> +Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1888, by<br /> +GINN & COMPANY,<br /> +in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.</h5> +<h4> +<span class="smcap">All Rights Reserved.</span><br /> +<br /> +<span class="smcap">Typography by J. S. Cushing & Co., Boston, U.S.A.</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Presswork by Ginn & Co., Boston, U.S.A.</span></h4> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg iii]</span></p> +<h2>INTRODUCTION.</h2> + + +<p>In these days of zealous reform in school methods, it +is well to keep in mind the true aim of all education,—the +right development of character. It is +important that our children acquire extensive knowledge, +and sound habits of thought; it is imperative that they +become honest, steadfast, and manly. Dr. Arnold, as +head-master of Rugby School, was eminently successful +in attaining this object. In "Tom Brown's School Days," +Mr. Hughes has caught, and immortalized, the spirit of +his old teacher's work. While the book emphasizes the +peculiar moral earnestness of Dr. Arnold's pupils, it is +free from all suspicion of cant. Those who enjoy its pages +should read also Dean Stanley's admirable life of the +great schoolmaster. We trust that it will be many years +before we cease to read the life of Mr. Hughes in his +daily works of goodwill to his fellow-men.</p> + +<p>The notes have been prepared for children in the grammar +school, as explained in Mr. Ginn's preface to the +"Lady of the Lake," in this series.</p> + +<p>A few passages have been omitted from the original +text, in the belief that it will thus be better adapted for +the use of American schoolboys; and the typographical +errors of former editions have been corrected.</p> + +<p style='text-align:right'>N. L. R. </p> + + +<p> + <span class="smcap">Canton, N.Y.</span>,<br /> + <i>October 20, 1888</i>.<br /> +</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg iv]</span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg v]</span></p> +<h2>CONTENTS.</h2> + + +<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents"> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><big>PART I.</big></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER I.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">The Brown Family</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER II.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">The "Veast"</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER III.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">Sundry Wars and Alliances</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER IV.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">The Stage Coach</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER V.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">Rugby and Foot-Ball</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_92">92</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER VI.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">After the Match</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_118">118</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER VII.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">Settling to the Collar</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_139">139</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER VIII.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">The War of Independence</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_163">163</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER IX.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">A Chapter of Accidents</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_189">189</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2"> </td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><big>PART II.</big><span class='pagenum'>[Pg vi]</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER I.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">How the Tide turned</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_215">215</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER II.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">The New Boy</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_230">230</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER III.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">Arthur makes a Friend</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_246">246</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER IV.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">The Bird-Fanciers</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_264">264</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER V.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">The Fight</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_281">281</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER VI.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">Fever in the School</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_303">303</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER VII.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">Harry East's Dilemmas and Deliverances</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_324">324</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER VIII.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">Tom Brown's Last Match</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_343">343</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2" align="center"><b>CHAPTER IX.</b></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><span class="smcap">Finis</span></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_370">370</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td colspan="2"> </td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><big><span class="smcap"><a href="#INDEX_TO_NOTES">Index to Notes</a></span></big></td> + <td align="right"><a href="#Page_381">381</a></td> +</tr> +</table> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg vii]</span></p> +<h2>THOMAS HUGHES.</h2> + + +<p>Thomas Hughes is a native of the royal county +of Berkshire, England. From the nursery windows +of the old farmhouse in Uffington, where he was born, in +1823, he delighted in looking out on that famous White +Horse Hill which he describes in the opening chapters of +"Tom Brown's School Days."</p> + +<p>His father was such an English squire as he represents +Tom's father to be, and his grandfather was vicar of the +parish, and therefore a man of a good deal of local influence. +When a child, young Hughes must have become +familiar with the old parish church, which dates almost +from the time of William the Conqueror, and which has +within it some Roman brickwork which carries one back +to the days when Agricola's legions were building walled +towns in Britain.</p> + +<p>Thus the lad's earliest recollections would naturally be +of these two landmarks—the ivy-grown church, with its +twenty and more generations buried round it, and the +great chalk hill whose rudely carved White Horse can be +seen gleaming in the sunshine full ten miles away, just as +it did when Alfred the Great cut it to commemorate his +victory over the Northmen a thousand years ago.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg viii]</span> +Thomas had a brother George, who was a little older +than he, and who was his opposite in many respects. +From him he learned many lessons which helped to shape +his after life. George was quick to turn his hand to anything, +and a lover of all out-door sports; if they had a +spice of danger in them, so much the better. Thomas, +on the other hand, was naturally both awkward and timid; +the sound of a gun frightened him; and a pet pony soon +found that, while George was his master, he was Thomas's, +and meant to keep so. Thomas was ashamed of what he +called his two left hands, with which he never seemed to +get the right hold of anything the first time. He was still +more ashamed of his timidity. That feeling of fear he +could not prevent. Eventually, however, he did better; he +so mastered it that he could bravely face what he feared, +so making duty stand him in the stead of that mere physical +courage, which is often but another name for insensibility +to danger.</p> + +<p>When he reached the age of seven he went to Twyford +to school. Here he found how easy it is to get a nickname, +and how hard it is to get rid of it. One of his +first lessons related to Greek literature and to the history +of Cadmus, who was said to have "first carried letters +from Asia to Greece." Instead of asking the question in +the book, the master demanded, "What was Cadmus?" +This new way of questioning disconcerted the class, who +were prepared to tell who Cadmus was, but not what he +was. But young Hughes, remembering the letter-carrier +at Uffington, suddenly jumped up and shouted out, "I can +tell! Cadmus was a postman, sir!" From that day the +boy was christened "Cadmus" by his companions, a name +which, for convenience' sake, was soon shortened to "Cad,"—a +<span class='pagenum'>[Pg ix]</span> +particularly aggravating abbreviation, since in England +a "cad" is the exact opposite of a gentleman. Then all +sorts of ingenious and mischievous changes were rung on +it until poor "Cadmus" was in a fair way of being driven +wild with torment. Wherever he went the walls echoed +with the jeering cry. But luckily for him his brother +George happened to hear a big fellow teasing the lad, +and rushing up with clenched fist and blazing eyes, +thrashed the bully so soundly that after that Thomas +enjoyed entire immunity from the objectionable title.</p> + +<p>After about three years at Twyford, the two brothers +were sent to the school at Rugby, then under the mastership +of Doctor Arnold, who proved himself to be the +ablest teacher in England; not because he taught his +boys more than any other educator, but because more +than any other he awakened in them the true spirit of +manhood. "Tom Brown's School Days" is a record of +the eight happy years that the lads spent under the Doctor's +influence. From Rugby they went to Oxford, where +Thomas Hughes graduated at Oriel College in 1845. The +timid "Cadmus" of Twyford not only passed through +Rugby with credit to himself in foot-ball, in Greek verses, +and in the manly art of self-defence, but he got a "Double +First" at Oxford—that is, the highest honors in the mathematics +and the classics—and was elected captain of the +'Varsity Crew and captain of the University Eleven at +cricket as well.</p> + +<p>It was while young Hughes was at Oriel that the corn +law agitation reached its height. A heavy duty on all +imported grain had made bread so dear that thousands of +English workmen, with their families, were brought to the +verge of starvation. John Bright earnestly espoused their +<span class='pagenum'>[Pg x]</span> +cause and urged Parliament to repeal a tax that enriched +a few at the expense of a suffering multitude. Elliott, the +"Corn Law Rhymer," stirred the feelings of the masses +with his impassioned appeals in verse, so that all over the +country hollow-cheeked artisans were repeating the lines,—</p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"England! what for mine and me,<br /> +What hath bread-tax done for thee?<br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 35%;" /> + +<div class="poem"><p> +Cursed thy harvest, cursed thy land,<br /> +Hunger-stung thy skill'd right hand."<br /> +</p></div> + +<p>Thomas Hughes became a convert to the Liberal movement, +which shortly after succeeded in repealing a tariff +that had been the cause of such wide-spread misery. +From that day his sympathies have always been with +those classes who are called to earn the least and endure +the most; and when in 1848 he was admitted to the bar +at Lincoln's Inn, London, he had got the name of being +a radical and a reformer in politics—a name, then, rather +more dreadful to steady-going, conservative English country +gentlemen of the "Squire Brown" type than that of +mad dog.</p> + +<p>But long before this the young man had got over his +dread of opprobrious names, and his fear of those who +have nothing harder to hurl.</p> + +<p>With a few other resolute spirits he set himself to work +to organize those joint-stock industries and business enterprises +which have since developed into the colossal co-operative +stores of London and the cotton mills of Oldham, +representing many millions of capital, the combined +savings of thrifty artisans and other persons of small means.</p> + +<p>In all this, Mr. Hughes's avowed object has been "to +make England the best place for workingmen to live in +<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xi]</span> +that the sun ever shone upon." Whether that can be +done or not in this age of the world is certainly open to +question, but it is equally certain that there can be no possible +harm in making the attempt. That the workingmen +have appreciated the effort is evident from the fact that +they elected Mr. Hughes to Parliament in 1865. It is +said that ordinarily the expense of getting into the House +of Commons—an unpaid body—averages about $75,000, +which the candidate or his friends must be prepared to +spend. But in Lambeth, a district of London, inhabited +almost wholly by poor men, two hundred of Mr. Hughes's +admirers came forward and worked night and day without +receiving a single shilling of any man's money, solely +with the determination of seeing their candidate succeed.</p> + +<p>Since then, the writer of "Tom Brown's School Days" +would certainly have broken down from overwork if he +had not been, as he says, an "Angular Saxon" and a +muscular Christian as well. During his nine years' pull +in the political harness he earned the double honor of +helping forward the cause of the people and at the same +time he so won the regard of the Crown that he received +the appointment of Queen's Counsel. While member of +Parliament Mr. Hughes was likewise carrying on a large +and lucrative law practice, acting as president of the +Workingmen's College, which he was instrumental in +founding; serving as referee in disputes between manufacturers +and their employees in such a way as to get the +respect and good-will of both; serving also as director in +co-operative banks, coal mines, cotton mills, machine shops, +grocery stores, land and building associations; besides +being chief manager of the Crystal Palace company, and +colonel in a volunteer rifle corps.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg xii]</span> +Yet well known as Mr. Hughes is for his manifold political +and philanthropic services, he is still better known by +his books. Though with him literature has been rather a +recreation than a vocation, yet his fame seems destined to +rest on it, and especially on his "Tom Brown," which has +been pronounced "the best description of public school +life that ever has been, or is ever likely to be, written." +This famous work, published in 1858, was followed the +next year by "The Scouring of the White Horse," a story +of his favorite White Horse Hill. Three years later came +"Tom Brown at Oxford," then "The Life of Alfred the +Great," and lastly his "Memoirs of a Brother" and his +"Manliness of Christ," besides scores, if not hundreds, of +magazine and review articles and letters to London and +American papers.</p> + +<p>In 1870 Mr. Hughes made the tour of this country, +receiving such a welcome from his many friends as "Tom +Brown" was sure to get from both old and young. Ten +years afterward he undertook to establish an English +colony in the Cumberland Mountains of East Tennessee. +It was called Rugby, and it was founded in the hope that +it might be useful to many educated young men of good +families who could find no opening worthy of their powers +at home. As he said, "Of the many sad sights in England +there is none sadder than this, of first-rate human +material going helplessly to waste, and in too many cases +beginning to sour and taint, instead of strengthening the +national life." A hundred years before, Franklin had expressed +the same conviction in his pithy maxim, "'Tis hard +for an empty bag to stand upright." It was to fill these +vacant lives with honest work and its rewards that Thomas +Hughes started his emigration to the wilds of Tennessee. +<span class='pagenum'>[Pg xiii]</span> +There, co-operation was to be tried in farming, cattle-raising, +lumbering, and trade, thus saving the community of +workers from that "infinite terror of not making money," +which Carlyle declared was the only thing that now stirred +deep fear in the souls of his countrymen. Many an ardent +young man fresh from the old Rugby of "Tom Brown" +fame fondly hoped that the new, western Rugby might +enable him to say with Tennyson's "Northern Farmer," +as he listened to the music of his horse's hoofs on the +road home from market,—</p> + +<div class="pblockquot"><p> +"Proputty, proputty, proputty,—that's what I 'ears 'em saäy";<br /> +</p></div> + +<p>but, unfortunately, the "proputty" will not always come +even at the bidding of hard work and active brains. The +Tennessee enterprise has not commanded success, though +doubtless, as Addison would say, it has done better—it +has deserved it.</p> + +<p>Since the inauguration of the movement Mr. Hughes +has been appointed county judge of Cheshire, and now +makes his home in the quaint old town of Chester, the +county seat. He is verging on the limit of that threescore +and ten which the Psalmist allotted as the measure +of human life. Few men in our day can look back over +a busier or more fruitful career. The awkward and timid +boy has shown the world what rare force of self-conquest, +of persevering growth, of grappling with difficulties, and +of successful achievement was to come out of that unpromising +beginning. Because of this, we are all debtors +to the author of "Tom Brown"; not only for his books, +but still more because we see that these books are the +frank expression of a brave, earnest, and untiring spirit.</p> + +<p style='text-align:right'>D. H. M. </p> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'>[Pg xiv]</span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p> +<h1><span class="smcap">Tom Brown's School Days.</span></h1> + +<hr style="width: 10%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em;" /> +<h2><i>PART I.</i></h2> +<hr style="width: 10%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em;" /> + + +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h3>THE BROWN FAMILY.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"I'm the Poet of White Horse Vale, sir,<br /> +With liberal notions under my cap."—<i>Ballad.</i><br /> +</p></div> +</div> + + +<p>The Browns have become illustrious by the pen of +Thackeray and the pencil of Doyle,<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> within the memory +of the young gentlemen who are now matriculating<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> +at the universities. Notwithstanding the well-merited but +late fame which has now fallen upon them, any one at all +acquainted with the family must feel that much has yet +to be written and said before the British nation will be +properly sensible of how much of its greatness it owes to +the Browns. For centuries, in their quiet, dogged, homespun +way, they have been subduing the earth in most +English counties, and leaving their mark in American +forests and Australian uplands. Wherever the fleets and +armies of England have won renown, there stalwart sons +of the Browns have done yeomen's<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> work. With the yew +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> +bow and cloth-yard shaft<a name="FNanchor_4_4" id="FNanchor_4_4"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_4" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> at Cressy and Agincourt<a name="FNanchor_5_5" id="FNanchor_5_5"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_5" class="fnanchor">[5]</a>—with +the brown bill<a name="FNanchor_6_6" id="FNanchor_6_6"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_6" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> and pike under the brave Lord Willoughby—with +culverin and demi-culverin<a name="FNanchor_7_7" id="FNanchor_7_7"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_7" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> against Spaniards and +Dutchmen—with hand-grenade<a name="FNanchor_8_8" id="FNanchor_8_8"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_8" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> and sabre, and musket +and bayonet, under Rodney<a name="FNanchor_9_9" id="FNanchor_9_9"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_9" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> and St. Vincent, Wolfe and +Moore, Nelson and Wellington, they have carried their +lives in their hands; getting hard knocks and hard work +in plenty, which was, on the whole, what they looked for, +and the best thing for them; and little praise or pudding, +which indeed they, and most of us, are better without. +Talbots<a name="FNanchor_10_10" id="FNanchor_10_10"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_10" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> and Stanleys, St. Maurs, and such-like folk have +led armies and made laws time out of mind; but those +noble families would be somewhat astounded—if the accounts +ever came to be fairly taken—to find how small +their work for England has been by the side of that of the +Browns.</p> + +<p>These latter, indeed, have until the present generation +rarely been sung by poet, or chronicled by sage. They +have wanted their "sacer vates,"<a name="FNanchor_11_11" id="FNanchor_11_11"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_11" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> having been too solid to +rise to the top by themselves, and not having been largely +gifted with the talent of catching hold of, and holding on +tight to, whatever good things happened to be going—the +foundation of the fortunes of so many noble families. +But the world goes on its way, and the wheel turns, and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> +the wrongs of the Browns, like other wrongs, seem in a +fair way to get righted. And this present writer, having +for many years of his life been a devout Brown-worshipper, +and moreover having the honor of being nearly connected +with an eminently respectable branch of the great Brown +family, is anxious, so far as in him lies, to help the wheel +over, and throw his stone<a name="FNanchor_12_12" id="FNanchor_12_12"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_12" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> on to the pile.</p> + +<h4>THE BROWN CHARACTER.</h4> + +<p>However, gentle reader, or simple reader, whichever you +may be, lest you should be led to waste your precious time +upon these pages, I make so bold as at once to tell you +the sort of folk you'll have to meet and put up with, if +you and I are to jog on comfortably together. You shall +hear at once what sort of folk the Browns are, at least my +branch of them; and then if you don't like the sort, why +cut the concern at once, and let you and I cry quits before +either of us can grumble at the other. In the first place, +the Browns are a fighting family. One may question +their wisdom, or wit, or beauty, but about their fight +there can be no question. Wherever hard knocks of any +kind, visible or invisible, are going, there the Brown who +is nearest must shove in his carcass. And these carcasses +for the most part answer very well to the characteristic +propensity; they are a square-headed and snake-necked +generation, broad in the shoulder, deep in the chest, and +thin in the flank, carrying no lumber. Then for clanship,<a name="FNanchor_13_13" id="FNanchor_13_13"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_13" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> +they are as bad as Highlanders; it is amazing the belief +they have in one another. With them there is nothing +like the Browns, to the third and fourth generation. +"Blood is thicker than water," is one of their pet sayings. +They can't be happy unless they are always meeting one +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> +another. Never was such people for family gatherings, +which, were you a stranger, or sensitive, you might think +had better not have been gathered together. For during +the whole time of their being together they luxuriate in telling +one another their minds on whatever subject turns up; +and their minds are wonderfully antagonistic, and all their +opinions are downright beliefs. Till you've been among +them some time and understand them, you can't think +but that they are quarrelling. Not a bit of it; they love +and respect one another ten times the more after a good +set family arguing bout,<a name="FNanchor_14_14" id="FNanchor_14_14"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_14" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> and go back, one to his curacy,<a name="FNanchor_15_15" id="FNanchor_15_15"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_15" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> +another to his chambers,<a name="FNanchor_16_16" id="FNanchor_16_16"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_16" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> and another to his regiment, +freshened for work, and more than ever convinced that +the Browns are the height of company.</p> + +<p>This family training, too, combined with their turn for +combativeness, makes them eminently quixotic.<a name="FNanchor_17_17" id="FNanchor_17_17"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_17" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> They +can't let anything alone which they think going wrong. +They must speak their mind about it, annoying all easy-going +folk; and spend their time and money in having a +tinker at it, however hopeless the job. It is an impossibility +to a Brown to leave the most disreputable lame dog +on the other side of a stile. Most other folk get tired +of such work. The old Browns, with red faces, white +whiskers, and bald heads, go on believing and fighting +to a green old age. They have always a crotchet<a name="FNanchor_18_18" id="FNanchor_18_18"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_18" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> going, +till the old man with a scythe<a name="FNanchor_19_19" id="FNanchor_19_19"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_19" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> reaps and garners them +away for troublesome old boys as they are.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span></p> +<p>And the most provoking thing is, that no failures knock +them up, or make them hold their hands, or think you, or +me, or other sane people in the right. Failures slide off +them like July rain off a duck's back feathers. Jem and +his whole family turn out bad, and cheat them one week, +and the next they are doing the same thing for Jack; and +when he goes to the treadmill,<a name="FNanchor_20_20" id="FNanchor_20_20"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_20" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> and his wife and children +to the workhouse, they will be on the look-out for Bill to +take his place.</p> + +<h4>TOM BROWN'S BIRTHPLACE.</h4> + +<p>However, it is time for us to get from the general to the +particular; so, leaving the great army of Browns, who are +scattered over the whole empire on which the sun never +sets, and whose general diffusion I take to be the chief +cause of that empire's stability, let us at once fix our attention +upon the small nest of Browns in which our hero was +hatched, and which dwelt in that portion of the Royal +County of Berks,<a name="FNanchor_21_21" id="FNanchor_21_21"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_21" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> which is called the Vale of White Horse.</p> + +<p>Most of you have probably travelled down the Great +Western Railway as far as Swindon. Those of you who +did so with your eyes open have been aware, soon after +leaving the Didcot Station, of a fine range of chalk hills +running parallel with the railway on the left-hand side as +you go down, and distant some two or three miles, more +or less, from the line. The highest point in the range is +the White Horse Hill, which you come in front of just +before you stop at the Shrivenham Station. If you love +English scenery and have a few hours to spare, you can't +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +do better, the next time you pass, than stop at the Farringdon +road or Shrivenham Station, and make your way +to that highest point. And those who care for the vague +old stories that haunt country-sides all about England, +will not, if they are wise, be content with only a few hours' +stay; for, glorious as the view is, the neighborhood is yet +more interesting for its relics of by-gone times. I only +know two English neighborhoods thoroughly, and in each, +within a circle of five miles, there is enough of interest +and beauty to last any reasonable man his life. I believe +this to be the case almost throughout the country, but each +has a special attraction, and none can be richer than the +one I am speaking of and going to introduce you to very +particularly; for on this subject I must be prosy; so those +that don't care for England in detail may skip the chapter.</p> + +<h4>THE OLD BOY MOURNETH OVER YOUNG ENGLAND.</h4> + +<p>O young England! young England! You who are +born into these racing railroad times, when there's a +Great Exhibition, or some monster sight every year, and +you can get over a couple of thousand miles of ground for +three pound ten,<a name="FNanchor_22_22" id="FNanchor_22_22"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_22" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> in a five weeks' holiday, why don't you +know more of your own birthplaces? You're all in the +ends of the earth it seems to me, as soon as you get your +necks out of the educational collar for midsummer holidays, +long vacations, or what not. Going round Ireland, +with a return ticket, in a fortnight; dropping your copies of +Tennyson on the tops of Swiss mountains; or pulling down +the Danube in Oxford racing-boats. And when you get +home for a quiet fortnight, you turn the steam off, and lie on +your backs in the paternal garden, surrounded by the last +batch of books from Mudie's Library, and half bored to death.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span></p> + +<p>Well, well! I know it has its good side. You all patter +French more or less, and perhaps German; you have seen +men and cities, no doubt, and have your opinions, such as +they are, about schools of painting, high art, and all that; +have seen the pictures at Dresden<a name="FNanchor_23_23" id="FNanchor_23_23"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_23" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> and the Louvre,<a name="FNanchor_24_24" id="FNanchor_24_24"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_24" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> and +know the taste of sauer-kraut.<a name="FNanchor_25_25" id="FNanchor_25_25"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_25" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> All I say is, you don't know +your own lanes and woods and fields. Though you may be +chock-full of science, not one in twenty of you knows where +to find the wood-sorrel, or bee-orchis,<a name="FNanchor_26_26" id="FNanchor_26_26"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_26" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> which grows in the +next wood or on the down<a name="FNanchor_27_27" id="FNanchor_27_27"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_27" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> three miles off, or what the bog-bean +and wood-sage are good for. And as for the country +legends, the stories of the old gable-ended farm-houses, the +place where the last skirmish was fought in the civil wars,<a name="FNanchor_28_28" id="FNanchor_28_28"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_28" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> +where the parish butts<a name="FNanchor_29_29" id="FNanchor_29_29"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_29" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> stood, where the last highwayman +turned to bay, where the last ghost was laid<a name="FNanchor_30_30" id="FNanchor_30_30"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_30" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> by the parson, +they're gone out of date altogether.</p> + +<p>Now, in my time, when we got home by the old coach, +which put us down at the cross-roads with our boxes, the +first day of the holidays, and had been driven off by the +family coachman, singing "Dulce domum"<a name="FNanchor_31_31" id="FNanchor_31_31"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_31" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> at the top of +our voices, there we were, fixtures, till black Monday<a name="FNanchor_32_32" id="FNanchor_32_32"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_32" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +came round. We had to cut out our own amusements +within a walk or a ride of home. And so we got to know +all the country folk, and their ways and songs and stories, +by heart; and went over the fields and woods and hills +again and again, till we made friends of them all. We +were Berkshire, or Gloucestershire, or Yorkshire boys: +and you're young cosmopolites,<a name="FNanchor_33_33" id="FNanchor_33_33"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_33" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> belonging to all counties +and no countries. No doubt it's all right; I dare say it is. +This is the day of large views and glorious humanity, and +all that; but I wish backsword play<a name="FNanchor_34_34" id="FNanchor_34_34"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_34" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> hadn't gone out in +the Vale of White Horse, and that that confounded Great +Western hadn't carried away Alfred's Hill to make an +embankment.</p> + +<h4>VALES IN GENERAL.</h4> + +<p>But to return to the said Vale of White Horse, the country +in which the first scenes of this true and interesting +story are laid. As I said, the Great Western now runs +right through it, and it is a land of large rich pastures, +bounded by ox-fences, and covered with fine hedgerow +timber, with here and there a nice little gorse<a name="FNanchor_35_35" id="FNanchor_35_35"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_35" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> or spinney,<a name="FNanchor_36_36" id="FNanchor_36_36"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_36" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> +where abideth poor Charley,<a name="FNanchor_37_37" id="FNanchor_37_37"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_37" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> having no other +cover<a name="FNanchor_38_38" id="FNanchor_38_38"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_38" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> to which to betake himself for miles and miles, +when pushed out some fine November morning by the Old +Berkshire.<a name="FNanchor_39_39" id="FNanchor_39_39"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_39" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> Those who have been there, and well mounted, +only know how he and the staunch little pack who dash +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> +after him—heads high and sterns low, with a breast-high +scent—can consume the ground at such times. There +being little plow-land, and few woods, the Vale is only an +average sporting country, except for hunting. The villages +are straggling, queer old-fashioned places, the houses being +dropped down without the least regularity, in nooks and +out-of-the-way corners, by the sides of shadowy lanes and +footpaths, each with its patch of garden. They are built +chiefly of good gray-stone and thatched;<a name="FNanchor_40_40" id="FNanchor_40_40"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_40" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> though I see that +within the last year or two the red brick cottages are multiplying, +for the Vale is beginning to manufacture largely +both bricks and tiles. There are lots of waste ground by +the side of the roads in every village, amounting often to +village greens, where feed the pigs and ganders of the people; +and these roads are old-fashioned, homely roads very +dirty and badly made, and hardly endurable in winter, but +pleasant jog-trot roads, running through the great pasture +lands, dotted here and there with little clumps of thorns, +where the sleek kine are feeding, with no fence on either +side of them, and a gate at the end of each field, which +makes you get out of your gig (if you keep one), and gives +you a chance of looking about you every quarter of a mile.</p> + +<p>One of the moralists whom we sat under in our youth—was +it the great Richard Swiveller,<a name="FNanchor_41_41" id="FNanchor_41_41"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_41" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> or Mr. Stiggins?<a name="FNanchor_42_42" id="FNanchor_42_42"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_42" class="fnanchor">[42]</a> +says, "We are born in a vale, and must take the consequences +of being found in such a situation." These consequences, +I for one am ready to encounter. I pity people +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +who wern't born in a vale. I don't mean a flat country, +but a vale; that is, a flat country bounded by hills. The +having your hill <i>always</i> in view, if you choose to turn +toward him, that's the essence of a vale. There he is forever +in the distance, your friend and companion; you +never lose him as you do in hilly districts.</p> + +<h4>THE OLD ROMAN CAMP.</h4> + +<p>And then what a hill is the White Horse Hill! There +it stands right above all the rest, nine hundred feet above +the sea, and the boldest, bravest shape for a chalk hill +that you ever saw. Let us go up to the top of him, and +see what is to be found there. Ay, you may well wonder, +and think it odd you never heard of this before; but, +wonder or not as you please, there are hundreds of such +things lying about England, which wiser folk than you +know nothing of, and care nothing for. Yes, it's a +magnificent Roman camp,<a name="FNanchor_43_43" id="FNanchor_43_43"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_43" class="fnanchor">[43]</a> and no mistake, with gates, +and ditch, and mounds, all as complete as it was twenty +years after the strong old rogues left it. Here, right up +on the highest point, from which they say you can see +eleven counties, they trenched round all the table-land, +some twelve or fourteen acres, as was their custom, for +they couldn't bear anybody to overlook them, and made +their eyrie.<a name="FNanchor_44_44" id="FNanchor_44_44"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_44" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> The ground falls away rapidly on all sides. +Was there ever such turf in the whole world? You sink +up to your ankles at every step, and yet the spring of it +is delicious. There is always a breeze in the "camp," as +it is called and here it lies just as the Romans left it, +except that cairn,<a name="FNanchor_45_45" id="FNanchor_45_45"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_45" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> on the east side, left by her majesty's +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +corps of sappers and miners<a name="FNanchor_46_46" id="FNanchor_46_46"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_46" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> the other day, when they and +the engineer officer had finished their sojourn there, and +their surveys for the Ordnance Map<a name="FNanchor_47_47" id="FNanchor_47_47"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_47" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> of Berkshire. It is +altogether a place that you won't forget—a place to open +a man's soul and make him prophesy, as he looks down +on that great vale spread out as the garden of the Lord +before him, and wave on wave of the mysterious downs +behind; and to the right and left the chalk hills running +away into the distance, along which he can trace for miles +the old Roman road, "the Ridgeway" ("the Rudge" as +the country folk call it), keeping straight along the highest +back of the hills; such a place as Balak<a name="FNanchor_48_48" id="FNanchor_48_48"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_48" class="fnanchor">[48]</a> brought +Balaam to, and told him to prophesy against the people +in the valley beneath. And he could not, neither shall +you, for they are a people of the Lord who abide there.</p> + +<h4>BATTLE OF ASHDOWN.</h4> + +<p>And now we leave the camp, and descend toward the +west, and are on the Ashdown. We are treading on heroes. +It is sacred ground for Englishmen, more sacred than all +but one or two fields where their bones lie whitening. For +this is the actual place where our Alfred<a name="FNanchor_49_49" id="FNanchor_49_49"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_49" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> won his great +battle, the battle of Ashdown "Æscendum" in the +chroniclers), which broke the Danish power, and made +England a Christian land. The Danes held the camp and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> +the slope where we are standing—the whole crown of the +hill, in fact. "The heathen had beforehand seized the +higher ground," as old Asser<a name="FNanchor_50_50" id="FNanchor_50_50"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_50" class="fnanchor">[50]</a> says, having wasted everything +behind them from London, and being just ready +to burst down on the fair vale, Alfred's own birthplace +and heritage. And up the heights came the Saxons,<a name="FNanchor_51_51" id="FNanchor_51_51"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_51" class="fnanchor">[51]</a> as +they did at the Alma.<a name="FNanchor_52_52" id="FNanchor_52_52"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_52" class="fnanchor">[52]</a> "The Christians led up their line +from the lower ground. There stood also on that same +spot a single thorn-tree, marvellous stumpy (which we +ourselves with our very own eyes have seen)." Bless the +old chronicler!<a name="FNanchor_53_53" id="FNanchor_53_53"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_53" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> does he think nobody ever saw the +"single thorn-tree" but himself? Why, there it stands to +this very day, just on the edge of the slope, and I saw it +not three weeks since; an old single thorn-tree, "marvellous +stumpy." At least, if it isn't the same tree, it ought +to have been, for it's just in the place where the battle +must have been won or lost—"around which, as I was +saying, the two lines of foemen came together in battle +with a huge shout. And in this place one of the two +kings of the heathen and five of his earls fell down and +died, and many thousands of the heathen side in the same +place." After which crowning mercy, the pious king, +that there might never be wanting a sign and a memorial +to the country-side, carved out on the northern side of the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +chalk hill under the camp, where it is almost precipitous, +the great Saxon white horse, which he who will may see +from the railway, and which gives its name to the vale +over which it has looked these thousand years and more.</p> + +<p>Right down below the White Horse is a curious deep +and broad gully called "the Manger," into one side of +which the hills fall with a series of the most lovely sweeping +curves, known as the "Giant's Stairs"; they are not +a bit like stairs, but I never saw anything like them anywhere +else, with their short green turf, and tender bluebells, +and gossamer and thistle-down gleaming in the sun, +and the sheep-paths running along their sides like ruled +lines.</p> + +<p>The other side of the Manger is formed by the Dragon's +Hill, a curious little round self-confident fellow, thrown +forward from the range, and utterly unlike everything +round him. On this hill some deliverer of mankind—St. +George<a name="FNanchor_54_54" id="FNanchor_54_54"></a><a href="#Footnote_54_54" class="fnanchor">[54]</a> the country folk used to tell me—killed a +dragon. Whether it were St. George, I cannot say; but +surely a dragon was killed there, for you may see the +marks yet where his blood ran down, and more by token<a name="FNanchor_55_55" id="FNanchor_55_55"></a><a href="#Footnote_55_55" class="fnanchor">[55]</a> +the place where it ran down is the easiest way up the hill-side.</p> + +<p>Passing along the Ridgeway to the west for about a +mile, we come to a little clump of young beech and firs, +with a growth of thorn and privet<a name="FNanchor_56_56" id="FNanchor_56_56"></a><a href="#Footnote_56_56" class="fnanchor">[56]</a> underwood. Here you +may find nests of the strong down-partridge and pewit, +but take care that the keeper<a name="FNanchor_57_57" id="FNanchor_57_57"></a><a href="#Footnote_57_57" class="fnanchor">[57]</a> isn't down upon you; and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +in the middle of it is an old cromlech,<a name="FNanchor_58_58" id="FNanchor_58_58"></a><a href="#Footnote_58_58" class="fnanchor">[58]</a> a huge flat stone +raised on seven or eight others, and led up to by a path, +with large single stones set up on each side. This is +Wayland Smith's cave,<a name="FNanchor_59_59" id="FNanchor_59_59"></a><a href="#Footnote_59_59" class="fnanchor">[59]</a> a place of classic fame now; but +as Sir Walter<a name="FNanchor_60_60" id="FNanchor_60_60"></a><a href="#Footnote_60_60" class="fnanchor">[60]</a> has touched it, I may as well let it alone, +and refer you to Kenilworth for the legend.</p> + +<p>The thick deep wood which you see in the hollow, about +a mile off, surrounds Ashdown Park, built by Inigo Jones.<a name="FNanchor_61_61" id="FNanchor_61_61"></a><a href="#Footnote_61_61" class="fnanchor">[61]</a> +Four broad alleys are cut through the wood, from circumference +to centre, and each leads to one face of the house. +The mystery of the downs hangs about house and wood, +as they stand there alone, so unlike all around, with the +green slopes, studded with great stones just about this +part, stretching away on all sides. It was a wise Lord +Craven,<a name="FNanchor_62_62" id="FNanchor_62_62"></a><a href="#Footnote_62_62" class="fnanchor">[62]</a> I think, who pitched his tent there.</p> + +<h4>THE "SEVEN BARROWS" FARM.</h4> + +<p>Passing along the Ridgeway to the east, we soon come +to cultivated land. The downs, strictly so called, are no +more; Lincolnshire farmers have been imported, and the +long fresh slopes are sheep-walks<a name="FNanchor_63_63" id="FNanchor_63_63"></a><a href="#Footnote_63_63" class="fnanchor">[63]</a> no more, but grow famous +turnips and barley. One of these improvers lives over +there at the "Seven Barrows"<a name="FNanchor_64_64" id="FNanchor_64_64"></a><a href="#Footnote_64_64" class="fnanchor">[64]</a> farm, another mystery of +the great downs. There are the barrows still, solemn and +silent, like ships in the calm sea, the sepulchres of some +sons of men. But of whom? It is three miles from the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> +White Horse, too far for the slain of Ashdown to be buried +there—who shall say what heroes are waiting there? +But we must get down into the Vale again, and so away by +the Great Western Railway to town, for time and the printer's +devil press; and it is a terrible long and slippery +descent, and a shocking bad road. At the bottom, however, +there is a pleasant public,<a name="FNanchor_65_65" id="FNanchor_65_65"></a><a href="#Footnote_65_65" class="fnanchor">[65]</a> whereat we must really +take a modest quencher, for the down air is provocative of +thirst. So we pull up under an old oak which stands +before the door.</p> + +<h4>THE BLOWING STONE.</h4> + +<p>"What is the name of your hill, landlord?"</p> + +<p>"Blawing <span class="smcap">Stwun</span> Hill, sir, to be sure."</p> + +<div class="pblockquot"> +<p>[<span class="smcap">Reader.</span> "<i>Sturm?</i>"</p> + +<p><span class="smcap">Author.</span> "<i>Stone</i>, stupid; The Blowing <i>Stone</i>."]</p> +</div> + +<p>"And of your house? I can't make out the sign."</p> + +<p>"Blawing <span class="smcap">Stwun</span>, sir," says the landlord, pouring out +his old ale from a Toby Philpot jug,<a name="FNanchor_66_66" id="FNanchor_66_66"></a><a href="#Footnote_66_66" class="fnanchor">[66]</a> with a melodious +crash, into the long-necked glass.</p> + +<p>"What queer names!" say we, sighing at the end of +our draught, and holding out the glass to be replenished.</p> + +<p>"Bean't queer at all, as I can see, sir," says mine host, +handing back our glass, "seeing that this here is the +Blawing Stwun itself"; putting his hand on a square +lump of stone, some three feet and a half high, perforated +with two or three queer holes, like petrified antediluvian<a name="FNanchor_67_67" id="FNanchor_67_67"></a><a href="#Footnote_67_67" class="fnanchor">[67]</a> +rat-holes, which lies there close under the oak, under our +very nose. We are more than ever puzzled, and drink +our second glass of ale, wondering what will come next. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> +"Like to hear un,<a name="FNanchor_68_68" id="FNanchor_68_68"></a><a href="#Footnote_68_68" class="fnanchor">[68]</a> sir?" says mine host, setting down +Toby Philpot on the tray, and resting both hands on the +"Stwun." We are ready for anything; and he, without +waiting for a reply, applies his mouth to one of the rat-holes. +Something must come of it, if he doesn't burst. +Good heavens! I hope he has no apoplectic tendencies. +Yes, here it comes, sure enough, a grewsome<a name="FNanchor_69_69" id="FNanchor_69_69"></a><a href="#Footnote_69_69" class="fnanchor">[69]</a> sound between +a moan and a roar, and spreads itself away over the +valley, and up the hill-side, and into the woods at the +back of the house, a ghost-like awful voice. "Um<a name="FNanchor_70_70" id="FNanchor_70_70"></a><a href="#Footnote_70_70" class="fnanchor">[70]</a> do +say, sir," says mine host, rising, purple-faced, while the +moan is still coming out of the Stwun, "as they used in +old times to warn the country-side, by blawing the Stwun +when the enemy was a comin'—and as how folks could +make un heered then for seven mile round; leastways, so +I've heerd lawyer Smith say, and he knows a smart sight +about them old times." We can hardly swallow lawyer +Smith's seven miles, but could the blowing of the stone +have been a summons, a sort of sending the fiery cross<a name="FNanchor_71_71" id="FNanchor_71_71"></a><a href="#Footnote_71_71" class="fnanchor">[71]</a> +round the neighborhood in the old times? What old +times? Who knows? We pay for our beer, and are +thankful.</p> + +<p>"And what's the name of the village just below, landlord?"</p> + +<p>"Kingstone Lisle, sir."</p> + +<p>"Fine plantations<a name="FNanchor_72_72" id="FNanchor_72_72"></a><a href="#Footnote_72_72" class="fnanchor">[72]</a> you've got here."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> +"Yes, sir, the Squire's<a name="FNanchor_73_73" id="FNanchor_73_73"></a><a href="#Footnote_73_73" class="fnanchor">[73]</a> 'mazin' fond of trees and such +like."</p> + +<p>"No wonder. He's got some real beauties to be fond +of. Good-day, landlord."</p> + +<p>"Good-day, sir, and a pleasant ride to 'e."<a name="FNanchor_74_74" id="FNanchor_74_74"></a><a href="#Footnote_74_74" class="fnanchor">[74]</a></p> + +<h4>FARRINGDON AND PUSEY.</h4> + +<p>And now, my boys, you whom I want to get for readers, +have you had enough? Will you give in at once, and say +you're convinced, and let me begin my story or will you +have some more of it? Remember, I've only been over a +little bit of the hill-side yet, what you could ride round +easily on your ponies in an hour. I'm only just come +down into the vale, by Blowing Stone Hill, and if I once +begin about the vale, what's to stop me? You'll have to +hear all about Wantage, the birthplace of Alfred, and +Farringdon, which held out so long for Charles I. (the +vale was near Oxford, and dreadfully malignant;<a name="FNanchor_75_75" id="FNanchor_75_75"></a><a href="#Footnote_75_75" class="fnanchor">[75]</a> full of +Throgmortons, Puseys, and Pyes, and such like, and their +brawny retainers). Did you ever read Thomas Ingoldsby's +"Legend of Hamilton Tighe"?<a name="FNanchor_76_76" id="FNanchor_76_76"></a><a href="#Footnote_76_76" class="fnanchor">[76]</a> If you haven't, you +ought to have. Well, Farringdon is where he lived, +before he went to sea; his real name was Hampden Pye, +and the Pyes were the great folk at Farringdon. Then +there's Pusey. You've heard of the Pusey horn,<a name="FNanchor_77_77" id="FNanchor_77_77"></a><a href="#Footnote_77_77" class="fnanchor">[77]</a> which +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +King Canute gave to the Puseys of that day, and which +the gallant old squire, lately gone to his rest (whom +Berkshire freeholders<a name="FNanchor_78_78" id="FNanchor_78_78"></a><a href="#Footnote_78_78" class="fnanchor">[78]</a> turned out of last Parliament, to +their eternal disgrace, for voting according to his conscience), +used to bring out on high days, holidays, and +bonfire nights. And the splendid old Cross church at +Uffington, the Uffingas town; how the whole country-side +teems with Saxon names and memories! And the old +moated grange<a name="FNanchor_79_79" id="FNanchor_79_79"></a><a href="#Footnote_79_79" class="fnanchor">[79]</a> at Compton, nestled close under the hill-side, +where twenty Marianas<a name="FNanchor_80_80" id="FNanchor_80_80"></a><a href="#Footnote_80_80" class="fnanchor">[80]</a> may have lived, with its +bright water-lilies in the moat, and its yew walk "the +cloister walk," and its peerless terraced gardens. There +they all are, and twenty things besides, for those who care +about them, and have eyes. And these are the sort of +things you may find, I believe, every one of you, in any +common English country neighborhood.</p> + +<p>Will you look for them under your own noses, or will +you not? Well, well, I've done what I can to make you, +and if you will go gadding over half Europe now every +holiday, I can't help it. I was born and bred a west-countryman,<a name="FNanchor_81_81" id="FNanchor_81_81"></a><a href="#Footnote_81_81" class="fnanchor">[81]</a> +thank God! a Wessex man, a citizen of the +noblest Saxon kingdom of Wessex, a regular "Angular +Saxon,"<a name="FNanchor_82_82" id="FNanchor_82_82"></a><a href="#Footnote_82_82" class="fnanchor">[82]</a> the very soul of me "adscriptus glebæ."<a name="FNanchor_83_83" id="FNanchor_83_83"></a><a href="#Footnote_83_83" class="fnanchor">[83]</a> There's +nothing like the old country-side for me, and no music +like the twang of the real old Saxon tongue, as one gets +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> +it fresh from the veritable chaw<a name="FNanchor_84_84" id="FNanchor_84_84"></a><a href="#Footnote_84_84" class="fnanchor">[84]</a> in the White Horse Vale; +and I say with "Gaarge Ridler," the old west-country +yeoman,</p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"Throo aall the waarld owld Gaarge would bwoast,<br /> +Commend me to merry owld England mwoast;<br /> +While vools<a name="FNanchor_85_85" id="FNanchor_85_85"></a><a href="#Footnote_85_85" class="fnanchor">[85]</a> gwoes prating vur and nigh,<br /> +We stwops at whum,<a name="FNanchor_86_86" id="FNanchor_86_86"></a><a href="#Footnote_86_86" class="fnanchor">[86]</a> my dog and I."<a name="FNanchor_A_93" id="FNanchor_A_93"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_93" class="fnanchor">[A]</a><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_93" id="Footnote_A_93"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_93"><span class="label">[A]</span></a> +For this old song see Hughes's "Scouring of the White Horse."</p></div> + +<h4>SQUIRE BROWN AND HIS HOUSEHOLD.</h4> + +<p>Here at any rate lived and stopped at home Squire +Brown, J. P.<a name="FNanchor_87_87" id="FNanchor_87_87"></a><a href="#Footnote_87_87" class="fnanchor">[87]</a> for the county of Berks, in a village near +the foot of the White Horse range. And here he dealt +out justice and mercy in a rough way, and brought up +sons and daughters, and hunted the fox, and grumbled +at the badness of the roads and the times. And his +wife dealt out stockings, and calico<a name="FNanchor_88_88" id="FNanchor_88_88"></a><a href="#Footnote_88_88" class="fnanchor">[88]</a> shirts, and smock +frocks,<a name="FNanchor_89_89" id="FNanchor_89_89"></a><a href="#Footnote_89_89" class="fnanchor">[89]</a> and comforting drinks to the old folks with the +"rheumatiz," and good counsel to all; and kept the coal +and clothes clubs going, for Yule-tide,<a name="FNanchor_90_90" id="FNanchor_90_90"></a><a href="#Footnote_90_90" class="fnanchor">[90]</a> when the bands of +mummers<a name="FNanchor_91_91" id="FNanchor_91_91"></a><a href="#Footnote_91_91" class="fnanchor">[91]</a> came round dressed out in ribbons and colored +paper caps, and stamped round the Squire's kitchen, repeating +in true sing-song vernacular<a name="FNanchor_92_92" id="FNanchor_92_92"></a><a href="#Footnote_92_92" class="fnanchor">[92]</a> the legend of St. George +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +and his fight, and the ten-pound doctor,<a name="FNanchor_93_94" id="FNanchor_93_94"></a><a href="#Footnote_93_94" class="fnanchor">[93]</a> who +plays his part at healing the Saint—a relic, I believe, of +the old middle-age mysteries.<a name="FNanchor_94_95" id="FNanchor_94_95"></a><a href="#Footnote_94_95" class="fnanchor">[94]</a> It was the first dramatic +representation which greeted the eyes of little Tom, who +was brought down into the kitchen by his nurse to witness +it, at the mature age of three years. Tom was the eldest +child of his parents, and from his earliest babyhood exhibited +the family characteristics in great strength. He was +a hearty, strong boy from the first, given to fighting with +and escaping from his nurse, and fraternizing with all the +village boys, with whom he made expeditions all round +the neighborhood. And here in the quiet, old-fashioned +country village, under the shadow of the everlasting hills, +Tom Brown was reared, and never left it till he went first +to school when nearly eight years of age, for in those +days change of air twice a year was not thought absolutely +necessary for the health of all her majesty's lieges.<a name="FNanchor_95_96" id="FNanchor_95_96"></a><a href="#Footnote_95_96" class="fnanchor">[95]</a></p> + +<h4>THE OLD BOY ABUSETH MOVING ON.</h4> + +<p>I have been credibly informed, and am inclined to believe, +that the various Boards of Directors of Railway +Companies, those gigantic jobbers<a name="FNanchor_96_97" id="FNanchor_96_97"></a><a href="#Footnote_96_97" class="fnanchor">[96]</a> and bribers, while +quarrelling about everything else, agreed together some ten +years back to buy up the learned profession of medicine, +body and soul. To this end they set apart several millions +of money, which they continually distribute judiciously +among the doctors, stipulating only this one thing, that +they shall prescribe change of air to every patient who can +pay, or borrow money to pay, a railway fare, and see their +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +prescription carried out. If it be not for this, why is it +that none of us can be well at home for a year together? +It wasn't so twenty years ago,—not a bit of it. The +Browns didn't go out of the county once in five years. A +visit to Reading or Abingdon twice a year, at Assizes or +Quarter Sessions<a name="FNanchor_97_98" id="FNanchor_97_98"></a><a href="#Footnote_97_98" class="fnanchor">[97]</a> which the Squire made on his horse, +with a pair of saddle-bags containing his wardrobe—a +stay of a day or two at some country neighbor's—or an +expedition to a county ball or the yeomanry review—<a name="FNanchor_98_99" id="FNanchor_98_99"></a><a href="#Footnote_98_99" class="fnanchor">[98]</a> made +up the sum of the Brown locomotion in most years. +A stray Brown from some distant county dropped in every +now and then; or from Oxford, on grave nag, an old +don<a name="FNanchor_99_100" id="FNanchor_99_100"></a><a href="#Footnote_99_100" class="fnanchor">[99]</a> contemporary of the Squire; and were looked upon +by the Brown household and the villagers with the same +sort of feeling with which we now regard a man who has +crossed the Rocky Mountains, or launched a boat on the +great lake in Central Africa. The White Horse Vale, remember, +was traversed by no great road; nothing but +country parish roads, and these very bad. Only one coach +ran there, and this one only from Wantage to London, so +that the western part of the vale was without regular means +of moving on, and certainly didn't seem to want them. +There was the canal, by the way, which supplied the +country-side with coal, and up and down which continually +went the long barges with the big black men lounging by +the side of the horses along the towing-path, and the +women in bright-colored handkerchiefs standing in the +sterns steering. Standing, I say, but you could never see +whether they were standing or sitting, all but their heads +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> +and shoulders being out of sight in the cozy little cabins +which occupied some eight feet of the stern and which +Tom Brown pictured to himself as the most desirable of +residences. His nurse told him that those good-natured-looking +women were in the constant habit of enticing +children into the barges and taking them up to London +and selling them, which Tom wouldn't believe, and which +made him resolve as soon as possible to accept the oft-proffered +invitation of these sirens<a name="FNanchor_100_101" id="FNanchor_100_101"></a><a href="#Footnote_100_101" class="fnanchor">[100]</a> to "young master," to +come in and have a ride. But as yet the nurse was too +much for Tom.</p> + +<h4>THE OLD BOY APPROVETH MOVING ON.</h4> + +<p>Yet why should I, after all, abuse the gadabout propensities +of my countrymen? We are a vagabond nation now, +that's certain, for better, for worse. I am a vagabond; I +have been away from home no less than five distinct times +in the last year. The Queen sets us the example—we are +moving on from top to bottom. Little dirty Jack, who +abides in Clement's Inn<a name="FNanchor_101_102" id="FNanchor_101_102"></a><a href="#Footnote_101_102" class="fnanchor">[101]</a> gateway, and blacks my boots for +a penny, takes his month's hop-picking<a name="FNanchor_102_103" id="FNanchor_102_103"></a><a href="#Footnote_102_103" class="fnanchor">[102]</a> every year as a +matter of course. Why shouldn't he? I am delighted at +it. I love vagabonds, only I prefer poor to rich ones;-couriers<a name="FNanchor_103_104" id="FNanchor_103_104"></a><a href="#Footnote_103_104" class="fnanchor">[103]</a> +and ladies' maids, imperials<a name="FNanchor_104_105" id="FNanchor_104_105"></a><a href="#Footnote_104_105" class="fnanchor">[104]</a> and travelling carriages +are an abomination unto me—I cannot away with +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +them. But for dirty Jack, and every good fellow who, in +the words of the capital French song, moves about,</p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"Comme le limaçon,<br /> +Portant tout son bagage,<br /> +Ses meubles, sa maison,"<a name="FNanchor_105_106" id="FNanchor_105_106"></a><a href="#Footnote_105_106" class="fnanchor">[105]</a><br /> +</p></div> + +<p>on his own back, why, good luck to them, and many a +merry road-side adventure, and steaming supper in the +chimney-corners of road-side inns, Swiss châlets,<a name="FNanchor_106_107" id="FNanchor_106_107"></a><a href="#Footnote_106_107" class="fnanchor">[106]</a> Hottentot +kraals,<a name="FNanchor_107_108" id="FNanchor_107_108"></a><a href="#Footnote_107_108" class="fnanchor">[107]</a> or wherever else they like to go. So having +succeeded in contradicting myself in my first chapter +(which gives me great hopes that you will all go on, and +think me a good fellow, notwithstanding my crotchets), I +shall here shut up for the present, and consider my ways; +having resolved to "sar' it out,"<a name="FNanchor_108_109" id="FNanchor_108_109"></a><a href="#Footnote_108_109" class="fnanchor">[108]</a> as we say in the Vale, +"holus bolus,"<a name="FNanchor_109_110" id="FNanchor_109_110"></a><a href="#Footnote_109_110" class="fnanchor">[109]</a> just as it comes, and then you'll probably +get the truth out of me.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Doyle</b>: an English artist noted for his humorous and satirical +designs.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Matriculating</b>: entering.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Yeomen</b>: small independent farmers. They have generally constituted +the best part of the English army.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_4" id="Footnote_4_4"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_4"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Cloth-yard shaft</b>: an arrow a yard in length.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_5" id="Footnote_5_5"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_5"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Cressy and Agincourt</b>: English victories over the French in 1346 +and 1415.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_6" id="Footnote_6_6"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_6"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Bill</b>: a combined spear and battle-axe.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_7" id="Footnote_7_7"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_7"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Culverin and demi-culverin</b>: ancient forms of cannon.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_8" id="Footnote_8_8"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_8"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Hand-grenade</b>: a kind of bomb or shell thrown by hand.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_9" id="Footnote_9_9"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_9"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Rodney</b>, etc.: famous English naval and military commanders.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_10" id="Footnote_10_10"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_10"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Talbots</b>, etc.: noted family names of the English nobility.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_11" id="Footnote_11_11"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_11"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>"Sacer vates"</b>: inspired bard or poet.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_12" id="Footnote_12_12"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_12"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Throw his stone</b>, etc.: help to build their cairn or monument.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_13" id="Footnote_13_13"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_13"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Clanship</b>: here, the holding together of a class, tribe, or family.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_14" id="Footnote_14_14"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_14"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Bout</b>: contest.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_15" id="Footnote_15_15"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_15"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Curacy</b>: parish.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_16" id="Footnote_16_16"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_16"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Chambers</b>: law offices.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_17" id="Footnote_17_17"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_17"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Quixotic</b>: romantic or visionary</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_18" id="Footnote_18_18"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_18"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Crotchet</b>: whim, notion, "hobby."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_19" id="Footnote_19_19"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_19"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Old man with a scythe</b>: Father Time.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_20" id="Footnote_20_20"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_20"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Treadmill</b>: a wheel on which prisoners were formerly compelled to +work.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_21" id="Footnote_21_21"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_21"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Berks</b>: Berkshire, a county west of London. It is called "Royal" +because it is the seat of Windsor Castle. The Vale of the White Horse +gets its name from the gigantic image of a horse cut through the turf in +the side of a chalk hill. Tradition says it was done over a thousand year +ago, to commemorate a great victory over the Danes by Alfred.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_22" id="Footnote_22_22"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_22"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Three pound ten</b> (shillings): the English shilling is about twenty +five cents, and the pound may be called five dollars.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_23" id="Footnote_23_23"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_23"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Dresden</b>: a city of Germany, noted for its treasures of art.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_24" id="Footnote_24_24"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_24"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>The Louvre</b>: an ancient palace in Paris, containing vast collections +of sculptures and paintings.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_25" id="Footnote_25_25"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_25"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>Sauer-kraut</b>: a German dish, prepared from cabbage.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_26" id="Footnote_26_26"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_26"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Bee-orchis</b> (orkis): a wild-flower resembling a bee.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_27" id="Footnote_27_27"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_27"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>Down</b>: a barren hill of chalk or sand.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_28" id="Footnote_28_28"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_28"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>Civil wars</b>: those between Parliament and King Charles I., in the +seventeenth century.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_29" id="Footnote_29_29"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_29"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <b>Butts</b>: targets for archery practice. Before the invention of gunpowder +they were set up by law in every parish.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_30" id="Footnote_30_30"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_30"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> <b>Laid</b>: dispelled by religious ceremonies.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_31" id="Footnote_31_31"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_31"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> <b>Dulce domum</b>: sweet home.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_32" id="Footnote_32_32"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_32"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <b>Black Monday</b>: the end of the holidays.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_33" id="Footnote_33_33"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_33"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <b>Cosmopolites</b>: citizens of the world at large, familiar with all countries.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_34" id="Footnote_34_34"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_34"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <b>Backsword play</b>: the game of single-stick, or fencing with cudgels.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_35" id="Footnote_35_35"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_35"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <b>Gorse</b>: a thick, prickly, evergreen shrub, which grows wild and bears +beautiful yellow flowers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_36" id="Footnote_36_36"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_36"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <b>Spinney</b>: a small grove filled with undergrowth.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_37" id="Footnote_37_37"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_37"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <b>Charley</b>: a fox.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_38" id="Footnote_38_38"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_38"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> <b>Cover</b>: a retreat, or hiding-place.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_39" id="Footnote_39_39"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_39"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> <b>Old Berkshire</b>: an association of hunters.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_40" id="Footnote_40_40"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_40"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> <b>Thatched</b>: roofed with straw or reeds.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_41" id="Footnote_41_41"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_41"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> <b>Richard Swiveller</b>: a jolly character who lives by his wits. See +Dickens's "Old Curiosity Shop."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_42" id="Footnote_42_42"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_42"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> <b>Mr. Stiggins</b>: a hypocritical parson. See Dickens's "Pickwick +Papers."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_43" id="Footnote_43_43"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_43"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> <b>Roman camp</b>: the Romans, when they conquered England, about +78 <span class="smcap">A.D.</span>, built a stronghold here.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_44" id="Footnote_44_44"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_44"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> <b>Eyrie</b>: the nest of a bird of prey; here, a gathering-place for Roman +soldiers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_45" id="Footnote_45_45"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_45"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> <b>Cairn</b>: a heap of stones set up to mark a spot.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_46" id="Footnote_46_46"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_46"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> <b>Sappers and miners</b>: usually, soldiers employed in working on +trenches and fortifications or in undermining those of an enemy; here, +engaged in surveying.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_47" id="Footnote_47_47"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_47"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> <b>Ordnance Map</b>: an official or government map.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_48_48" id="Footnote_48_48"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_48"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> <b>Balak</b>: see Numbers xxii.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_49_49" id="Footnote_49_49"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_49"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> <b>Alfred</b>: Alfred the Great, King of the West Saxons, 871. He defeated +the Danes, who had overrun most of England, at Ashdown, and compelled +them to make a treaty of peace. He is justly considered one of the noblest +and wisest of the English sovereigns; and the thousandth anniversary of +his birth was celebrated in 1849, at Wantage, Berks.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_50_50" id="Footnote_50_50"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_50"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> <b>Asser</b>: a contemporary of Alfred; he wrote his life.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_51_51" id="Footnote_51_51"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_51"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> <b>Saxons</b>: a name given to certain German tribes who conquered Britain, +in the fifth century. The name England came from the Angles, +a people of the same stock, who settled in the east and north of the +island. From these Anglo-Saxons the English have in great part descended.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_52_52" id="Footnote_52_52"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_52"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> <b>Alma</b>: a river in the Crimea where a desperate battle was fought between +the Russians and the allied English and French in 1854.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_53_53" id="Footnote_53_53"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_53"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> <b>Chronicler</b>: Asser, from whom this is quoted.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_54_54" id="Footnote_54_54"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54_54"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> <b>St. George</b>: the patron saint of England.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_55_55" id="Footnote_55_55"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55_55"><span class="label">[55]</span></a> <b>More by token</b>: as a sign or proof that this is so.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_56_56" id="Footnote_56_56"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56_56"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> <b>Privet</b>: a shrub much used for hedges.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_57_57" id="Footnote_57_57"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57_57"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> <b>Keeper</b>: the gamekeeper, a man kept on great estates to look after +the game.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_58_58" id="Footnote_58_58"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58_58"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> <b>Cromlech</b>: a rude tomb built by the first inhabitants of Britain.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_59_59" id="Footnote_59_59"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59_59"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> <b>Wayland Smith's Cave</b>: a "supernatural smith" who shod horses on +payment of sixpence.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_60_60" id="Footnote_60_60"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60_60"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> <b>Sir Walter</b>: Sir Walter Scott.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_61_61" id="Footnote_61_61"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61_61"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> <b>Inigo Jones</b>: a celebrated architect of the 17th century.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_62_62" id="Footnote_62_62"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62_62"><span class="label">[62]</span></a> <b>Lord Craven</b>: the owner of the estate on which the "White Horse" +is located.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_63_63" id="Footnote_63_63"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63_63"><span class="label">[63]</span></a> <b>Sheep-walks</b>: sheep pastures, for which the "downs" are much used.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_64_64" id="Footnote_64_64"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64_64"><span class="label">[64]</span></a> <b>Barrows</b>: ancient burial mounds.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_65_65" id="Footnote_65_65"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65_65"><span class="label">[65]</span></a> <b>Public</b>: a public house.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_66_66" id="Footnote_66_66"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66_66"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> <b>Toby Philpot jug</b>: a large brown pitcher, shaped like a jolly old +gentleman of the olden time.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_67_67" id="Footnote_67_67"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67_67"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> <b>Antediluvian</b>: before the deluge.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_68_68" id="Footnote_68_68"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68_68"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> <b>Un</b>: it; also him or her.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_69_69" id="Footnote_69_69"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69_69"><span class="label">[69]</span></a> <b>Grewsome</b>: frightful.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_70_70" id="Footnote_70_70"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70_70"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> <b>Um</b>: they.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_71_71" id="Footnote_71_71"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71_71"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> <b>Fiery cross</b>: a cross, the ends of which had been fired and then +extinguished in blood. It was sent round by the chiefs of clans in time of +war, to summon their followers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_72_72" id="Footnote_72_72"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72_72"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> <b>Plantations</b>: groves of trees set out in regular order.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_73_73" id="Footnote_73_73"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73_73"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> <b>Squire</b>: a country gentleman.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_74_74" id="Footnote_74_74"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74_74"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> <b>'E</b>: thee or you.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_75_75" id="Footnote_75_75"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75_75"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> <b>Malignant</b>: The Parliamentary or Puritan party during the civil wars +of Charles I. called those who adhered to the king "malignants."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_76_76" id="Footnote_76_76"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76_76"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> <b>Tighe</b>: this legend relates a conspiracy by which young Tighe was +led into the thick of a fight and killed.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_77_77" id="Footnote_77_77"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77_77"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> <b>Pusey horn</b>: the Pusey family hold their estate not by a title deed, +but by a horn, given, it is said, to William Pecote (perhaps an ancestor +of the Puseys) by Canute, a Danish king of England in the eleventh +century. The horn bears the following inscription: "I, King Canute, give +William Pecote this horn to hold by thy land."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_78_78" id="Footnote_78_78"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78_78"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> <b>Freeholders</b>: landowners.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_79_79" id="Footnote_79_79"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79_79"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> <b>Moated grange</b>: a farm or estate surrounded by a broad deep ditch +for defence in old times.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_80_80" id="Footnote_80_80"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80_80"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> <b>Marianas</b>: Mariana, a beautiful woman, one of the most lovable of +Shakespeare's characters. See "Measure for Measure."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_81_81" id="Footnote_81_81"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81_81"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> <b>West-countryman</b>: a west of England man.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_82_82" id="Footnote_82_82"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82_82"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> <b>Angular Saxon</b>: a play on the words <i>Anglo-Saxon</i>.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_83_83" id="Footnote_83_83"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83_83"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> <b>Adscriptus glebæ</b>: attached to the soil.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_84_84" id="Footnote_84_84"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84_84"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> <b>Chaw</b>: "chaw bacon," a nickname for an English peasant.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_85_85" id="Footnote_85_85"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85_85"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> <b>Vools</b>: fools.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_86_86" id="Footnote_86_86"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86_86"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> <b>Whum</b>: home.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_87_87" id="Footnote_87_87"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87_87"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> <b>J. P.</b>: justice of the peace.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_88_88" id="Footnote_88_88"></a><a href="#FNanchor_88_88"><span class="label">[88]</span></a> <b>Calico</b>: white cotton cloth called calico in England, to distinguish it +from print.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_89_89" id="Footnote_89_89"></a><a href="#FNanchor_89_89"><span class="label">[89]</span></a> <b>Smock frocks</b>: coarse white frocks worn by farm laborers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_90_90" id="Footnote_90_90"></a><a href="#FNanchor_90_90"><span class="label">[90]</span></a> <b>Yule-tide</b>: Christmas. Clubs are formed by the poor several months +in advance, to furnish coal, clothes, and poultry for Christmas time,—each +member contributing a few pence weekly.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_91_91" id="Footnote_91_91"></a><a href="#FNanchor_91_91"><span class="label">[91]</span></a> <b>Mummers</b>: maskers, merrymakers in fantastic costumes.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_92_92" id="Footnote_92_92"></a><a href="#FNanchor_92_92"><span class="label">[92]</span></a> <b>Vernacular</b>: one's native tongue.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_93_94" id="Footnote_93_94"></a><a href="#FNanchor_93_94"><span class="label">[93]</span></a> <b>Ten-pound doctor</b>: a quack doctor.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_94_95" id="Footnote_94_95"></a><a href="#FNanchor_94_95"><span class="label">[94]</span></a> <b>Mysteries</b>: rude dramatic plays of a religious character, once very +popular.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_95_96" id="Footnote_95_96"></a><a href="#FNanchor_95_96"><span class="label">[95]</span></a> <b>Lieges</b>: loyal subjects.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_96_97" id="Footnote_96_97"></a><a href="#FNanchor_96_97"><span class="label">[96]</span></a> <b>Jobbers</b>: speculators or members of corrupt political rings.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_97_98" id="Footnote_97_98"></a><a href="#FNanchor_97_98"><span class="label">[97]</span></a> <b>Assizes or Quarter Sessions</b>: sessions of courts of justice.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_98_99" id="Footnote_98_99"></a><a href="#FNanchor_98_99"><span class="label">[98]</span></a> <b>Yeomanry review</b>: a review of the county militia.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_99_100" id="Footnote_99_100"></a><a href="#FNanchor_99_100"><span class="label">[99]</span></a> <b>Don</b>: a nickname for a university professor.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_100_101" id="Footnote_100_101"></a><a href="#FNanchor_100_101"><span class="label">[100]</span></a> <b>Sirens</b>: sea-nymphs who enticed sailors into their power by their +singing, and then devoured them.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_101_102" id="Footnote_101_102"></a><a href="#FNanchor_101_102"><span class="label">[101]</span></a> <b>Clement's Inn</b>: formerly a college and residence for law students in +London. It is now given up to law offices.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_102_103" id="Footnote_102_103"></a><a href="#FNanchor_102_103"><span class="label">[102]</span></a> <b>Hop-picking</b>: all the vagabonds of London go to Kent and Surrey +in the autumn to pick hops for the farmers, regarding the work as a kind +of vacation frolic.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_103_104" id="Footnote_103_104"></a><a href="#FNanchor_103_104"><span class="label">[103]</span></a> <b>Courier</b>: a person hired by wealthy travellers to go in advance and +engage rooms at hotels, etc.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_104_105" id="Footnote_104_105"></a><a href="#FNanchor_104_105"><span class="label">[104]</span></a> <b>Imperial</b>: the best seat on a French diligence or stage-coach.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_105_106" id="Footnote_105_106"></a><a href="#FNanchor_105_106"><span class="label">[105]</span></a> <b>Comme le limaçon</b>, etc.: like the snail, carrying all his baggage, his +furniture, and his house.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_106_107" id="Footnote_106_107"></a><a href="#FNanchor_106_107"><span class="label">[106]</span></a> <b>Chalet</b> (shal-ay'): a Swiss herdsman's hut.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_107_108" id="Footnote_107_108"></a><a href="#FNanchor_107_108"><span class="label">[107]</span></a> <b>Kraal</b>: a Hottentot hut or village.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_108_109" id="Footnote_108_109"></a><a href="#FNanchor_108_109"><span class="label">[108]</span></a> <b>"Sar' it out"</b>: deal it out.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_109_110" id="Footnote_109_110"></a><a href="#FNanchor_109_110"><span class="label">[109]</span></a> <b>"Holus bolus"</b>: all at once.</p></div> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h3>THE "VEAST."</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"And the King commandeth and forbiddeth, that from henceforth +neither fairs nor markets be kept in church-yards, for the honor of the +church."—<i>Statutes</i>: 13 Edw. I. Stat. II. Chap. VI.</p></div> + + +<p>As that venerable and learned poet<a name="FNanchor_1_111" id="FNanchor_1_111"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_111" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> (whose voluminous +works we all think it the correct thing to admire and +talk about, but don't read often) most truly says, "The +child is father to the man;" <i>a fortiori</i>,<a name="FNanchor_2_112" id="FNanchor_2_112"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_112" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> therefore he must be +father to the boy." So, as we are going at any rate to see +Tom Brown through his boyhood, supposing we never get +any farther (which, if you show a proper sense of the value +of this history, there is no knowing but what we may), let +us have a look at the life and environments<a name="FNanchor_3_113" id="FNanchor_3_113"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_113" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> of the child, +in the quiet country village to which we were introduced +in the last chapter.</p> + +<h4>TOM BROWN'S NURSE.</h4> + +<p>Tom, as has been already said, was a robust and combative +urchin, and at the age of four began to struggle +against the yoke and authority of his nurse. That functionary<a name="FNanchor_4_114" id="FNanchor_4_114"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_114" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> +was a good-hearted, tearful, scatter-brain<a name="FNanchor_5_115" id="FNanchor_5_115"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_115" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> girl, +lately taken by Tom's mother, Madam Brown, as she was +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> +called, from the village school to be trained as nursery-maid. +Madam Brown was a rare trainer of servants, and +spent herself freely in the profession; for profession it was, +and gave her more trouble by half than many people take +to earn a good income. Her servants were known and +sought after for miles round. Almost all the girls who +attained a certain place in the village school were taken by +her, one or two at a time, as house-maids, laundry-maids, +nursery-maids, or kitchen-maids, and, after a year or two's +drilling, were started in life amongst the neighboring +families, with good principles and wardrobes. One of the +results of this system was the perpetual despair of Mrs. +Brown's cook and own maid, who no sooner had a notable<a name="FNanchor_6_116" id="FNanchor_6_116"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_116" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> +girl made to their hands, than missus was sure to find a +good place for her and send her off, taking in fresh importations +from the school. Another was, that the house +was always full of young girls with clean, shining faces; +who broke plates and scorched linen, but made an atmosphere +of cheerful homely life about the place, good for +every one who came within its influence. Mrs. Brown +loved young people, and in fact human creatures in general, +above plates and linen. They were more like a lot of +elder children than servants, and felt to her more as a +mother or aunt than as a mistress.</p> + +<p>Tom's nurse was one who took in her instruction very +slowly,—she seemed to have two left hands and no head; +and so Mrs. Brown kept her on longer than usual that she +might expend her awkwardness and forgetfulness upon +those who would not judge and punish her too strictly for +them.</p> + +<p>Charity Lamb was her name. It had been the immemorial +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> +habit of the village to christen children either by +Bible names, or by those of the cardinal<a name="FNanchor_7_117" id="FNanchor_7_117"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_117" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> and other virtues; +so that one was forever hearing in the village street, +or on the green, shrill sounds of "Prudence! Prudence! +thee cum' out o' the gutter"; or "Mercy! drat<a name="FNanchor_8_118" id="FNanchor_8_118"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_118" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> the girl, +what bist<a name="FNanchor_9_119" id="FNanchor_9_119"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_119" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> thee a doin' wi' little Faith?" and there were +Ruths, Rachels, Keziahs, in every corner. The same with +the boys; they were Benjamins, Jacobs, Noahs, Enochs. I +suppose the custom has come down from puritan<a name="FNanchor_10_120" id="FNanchor_10_120"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_120" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> times—there +it is, at any rate, very strong still in the Vale.</p> + +<h4>TOM BROWN'S FIRST REBELLION.</h4> + +<p>Well, from early morn till dewy eve, when she had it +out of him in the cold tub before putting him to bed, +Charity and Tom were pitted against one another. Physical +power was as yet on the side of Charity, but she +hadn't a chance with him wherever head-work was wanted. +This war of independence began every morning before +breakfast, when Charity escorted her charge to a neighboring +farm-house which supplied the Browns, and where +by his mother's wish, Master Tom went to drink whey,<a name="FNanchor_11_121" id="FNanchor_11_121"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_121" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> +before breakfast. Tom had no sort of objection to whey, +but he had a decided liking for curds, which were forbidden +as unwholesome, and there was seldom a morning +that he did not manage to secure a handful of hard curds, +in defiance of Charity and the farmer's wife. The latter +good soul was a gaunt angular woman, who, with an old +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> +black bonnet on the top of her head, the strings dangling +about her shoulders, and her gown tucked through her +pocket holes, went clattering about the dairy, cheese-room, +and yard, in high pattens.<a name="FNanchor_12_122" id="FNanchor_12_122"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_122" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> Charity was some sort of +niece of the old lady's, and was consequently free of the +farm-house and garden, into which she could not resist +going for the purposes of gossip and flirtation with the +heir-apparent,<a name="FNanchor_13_123" id="FNanchor_13_123"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_123" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> who was a dawdling fellow, never out at +work as he ought to have been. The moment Charity had +found her cousin, or any other occupation, Tom would +slip away; and in a minute shrill cries would be heard +from the dairy: "Charity, Charity, thee lazy huzzy, where +bist?" and Tom would break cover,<a name="FNanchor_14_124" id="FNanchor_14_124"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_124" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> hands and mouth +full of curds, and take refuge on the shaky surface of the +great muck reservoir in the middle of the yard, disturbing +the repose of the great pigs. Here he was in safety, as no +grown person could follow without getting over his knees; +and the luckless Charity, while her aunt scolded her from +the dairy-door, for being "allus hankering about arter our +Willum, instead of minding Master Tom," would descend +from threats to coaxing, to lure Tom out of the muck, +which was rising over his shoes and would soon tell a +tale on his stockings for which she would be sure to catch +it from missus's maid.</p> + +<h4>TOM BROWN'S ABETTORS—NOAH.</h4> + +<p>Tom had two abettors in the shape of a couple of old +boys, Noah and Benjamin by name, who defended him +from Charity, and expended much time upon his education. +They were both of them retired servants of former +generations of the Browns. Noah Crooke was a keen, dry +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +old man of almost ninety, but still able to totter about. +He talked to Tom quite as if he were one of his own family, +and indeed had long completely identified the Browns +with himself. In some remote age he had been the attendant +of a Miss Brown, and had conveyed her about the +country on a pillion.<a name="FNanchor_15_125" id="FNanchor_15_125"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_125" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> He had a little round picture of the +identical gray horse caparisoned with the identical pillion, +before which he used to do a sort of fetish<a name="FNanchor_16_126" id="FNanchor_16_126"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_126" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> worship +and abuse turnpike roads and carriages. He wore an old +full-bottomed wig,<a name="FNanchor_17_127" id="FNanchor_17_127"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_127" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> the gift of some dandy old Brown +whom he had valeted<a name="FNanchor_18_128" id="FNanchor_18_128"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_128" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> in the middle of last century, which +habiliment Master Tom looked upon with considerable +respect, not to say fear; and indeed his whole feeling +toward Noah was strongly tainted with awe; and when +the old gentleman was gathered to his fathers, Tom's +lamentation over him was not unaccompanied by a certain +joy at having seen the last of the wig: "Poor old Noah, +dead and gone," said he, "Tom Brown so sorry! Put him +in the coffin, wig and all!"</p> + +<h4>TOM BROWN'S ABETTORS—BENJY.</h4> + +<p>But old Benjy was young master's real delight and refuge. +He was a youth by the side of Noah, scarce seventy +years old. A cheery, humorous, kind-hearted old man, +full of sixty years of Vale gossip, and of all sorts of helpful +ways for young and old, but above all for children. It +was he who bent the first pin with which Tom extricated +his first stickleback<a name="FNanchor_19_129" id="FNanchor_19_129"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_129" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> out of "Pebbly Brook," the little +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +stream which ran through the village. The first stickleback +was a splendid fellow, with fabulous red and blue +gills. Tom kept him in a small basin till the day of his +death, and became a fisherman from that day. Within a +month from the taking of the first stickleback, Benjy had +carried off our hero to the canal, in defiance of Charity; +and between them, after a whole afternoon's pop-joying,<a name="FNanchor_20_130" id="FNanchor_20_130"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_130" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> +they had caught three or four coarse fish and a perch, +averaging perhaps two and a half ounces each, which Tom +bore home in rapture to his mother as a precious gift, and +which she received like a true mother with equal rapture, +instructing the cook nevertheless, in a private interview, +not to prepare the same for the squire's dinner. Charity +had appealed against old Benjy in the meantime, representing +the dangers of the canal banks; but Mrs. Brown, +seeing the boy's inaptitude for female guidance, had decided +in Benjy's favor, and from thenceforth the old man +was Tom's dry nurse. And as they sat by the canal +watching their little green and white float,<a name="FNanchor_21_131" id="FNanchor_21_131"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_131" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> Benjy would +instruct him in the doings of deceased Browns. How his +grandfather, in the early days of the great war, when there +was much distress and crime in the Vale, and the magistrates +had been threatened by the mob, had ridden in with +a big stick in his hand, and held the Petty Sessions<a name="FNanchor_22_132" id="FNanchor_22_132"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_132" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> by +himself. How his great uncle, the rector, had encountered +and laid the last ghost, who had frightened the old women, +male and female, of the parish, out of their senses, and +who turned out to be the blacksmith's apprentice, disguised +in drink and a white sheet. It was Benjy too who +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +saddled Tom's first pony, and instructed him in the mysteries +of horsemanship, teaching him to throw his weight +back and keep his hand low; and who stood chuckling +outside the door of the girls' school when Tom rode his +little Shetland into the cottage and round the table, where +the old dame and her pupils were seated at their work.</p> + +<p>Benjy himself was come of a family distinguished in +the Vale for their prowess in all athletic games. Some +half-dozen of his brothers and kinsmen had gone to the +wars, of whom only one had survived to come home, with +a small pension, and three bullets in different parts of his +body; he had shared Benjy's cottage till his death, and +had left him his old dragoon's<a name="FNanchor_23_133" id="FNanchor_23_133"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_133" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> sword and pistol, which +hung over the mantle-piece, flanked by a pair of heavy +single-sticks, with which Benjy himself had won renown +long ago as an old gamester,<a name="FNanchor_24_134" id="FNanchor_24_134"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_134" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> against the picked men of +Wiltshire, and Somersetshire,<a name="FNanchor_25_135" id="FNanchor_25_135"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_135" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> in many a good bout at +the revels and pastimes of the country-side. For he had +been a famous back-sword man in his young days, and a +good wrestler at elbow and collar.</p> + +<h4>OUR VEAST.</h4> + +<p>Back-swording and wrestling were the most serious +holiday pursuits of the Vale,—those by which men attained +fame,—and each village had its champion. I suppose +that, on the whole, people were less worked then, +than they are now; at any rate, they seemed to have +more time and energy for the old pastimes. The great +times for back-swording came round once a year, in each +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +village at the feast. The Vale "veasts" were not the +common statute feasts<a name="FNanchor_26_136" id="FNanchor_26_136"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_136" class="fnanchor">[26]</a>, but much more ancient business. +They are literally, so far as one can ascertain, feasts of +the dedication, <i>i.e.</i>, they were first established in the +church-yard on the day on which the village church was +opened for public worship, which was on the wake or +festival of the patron saint, and have been held on the +same day in every year since that time.</p> + +<p>There was no longer any remembrance of why the +"veast" had been instituted, but nevertheless it had a +pleasant and almost sacred character of its own. For it +was then that all the children of the village, wherever +they were scattered, tried to get home for a holiday to +visit their fathers and mothers and friends, bringing with +them their wages or some little gift from up the country +for the old folk. Perhaps for a day or two before, but at +any rate on "veast-day" and the day after, in our village, +you might see strapping, healthy young men and women +from all parts of the country going round from house to +house in their best clothes, and finishing up with a call +on Madam Brown, whom they would consult as to putting +out their earnings to the best advantage, or how best +to expend the same for the benefit of the old folk. Every +household, however poor, managed to raise a "feast-cake" +and bottle of ginger or raisin wine, which stood on the +cottage table ready for all comers, and not unlikely to +make them remember feast-time,—for feast-cake is very +solid and full of huge raisins. Moreover feast-time was +the day of reconciliation for the parish. If Job Higgins +and Noah Freeman hadn't spoken for the last six months, +their "old women" would be sure to get it patched up +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +by that day. And though there was a good deal of drinking +and low vice in the booths<a name="FNanchor_27_137" id="FNanchor_27_137"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_137" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> of an evening, it was +pretty well confined to those who would have been doing +the like "veast or no veast"; and, on the whole, the effect +was humanizing and Christian. In fact, the only reason +why this is not the case still, is that gentlefolk and farmers +have taken to other amusements, and have, as usual, forgotten +the poor. They don't attend the feasts themselves, +and call them disreputable, whereupon the steadiest of +the poor leave them also, and they become what they are +called. Class amusements, be they for dukes or plow-boys, +always become nuisances and curses to a country. +The true charm of cricket<a name="FNanchor_28_138" id="FNanchor_28_138"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_138" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> and hunting is, that they are +still, more or less sociable and universal; there's a place +for every man who will come and take his part.</p> + +<h4>APPROACH OF VEAST-DAY.</h4> + +<p>No one in the village enjoyed the approach of "veast-day" +more than Tom, in the year in which he was taken +under old Benjy's tutelage.<a name="FNanchor_29_139" id="FNanchor_29_139"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_139" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> The feast was held in a large +green field at the lower end of the village. The road to +Farringdon ran along one side of it, and the brook by the +side of the road; and above the brook was another large +gentle-sloping pasture-land, with a foot-path running +down it from the church-yard; and the old church, the +originator of all the mirth, towered up with its gray walls +and lancet windows<a name="FNanchor_30_140" id="FNanchor_30_140"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_140" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> overlooking and sanctioning the +whole, though its own share therein had been forgotten. +At the point where the foot-path crossed the brook and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> +road, and entered on the field where the feast was held, was +a long, low, roadside inn, and on the opposite side of the +field was a large, white, thatched farm-house, where dwelt +an old sporting farmer, a great promoter of the revels.</p> + +<p>Past the old church, and down the foot-path, pottered<a name="FNanchor_31_141" id="FNanchor_31_141"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_141" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> +the old man and the child, hand in hand, early on the +afternoon of the day before the feast, and wandered all +around the ground which was already being occupied by +the "cheap Jacks,"<a name="FNanchor_32_142" id="FNanchor_32_142"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_142" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> with their green-covered carts and +marvellous assortment of wares, and the booths of more +legitimate<a name="FNanchor_33_143" id="FNanchor_33_143"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_143" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> small traders with their tempting arrays of +fairings<a name="FNanchor_34_144" id="FNanchor_34_144"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_144" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> and eatables; and penny peep-shows and other +shows, containing pink-eyed ladies, and dwarfs, and boa-constrictors, +and wily Indians. But the object of most +interest to Benjy, and of course to his pupil, also, was the +stage of rough planks, some four feet high, which was +being put up by the village carpenter for the back-swording +and wrestling; and after surveying the whole tenderly, +old Benjy led his charge away to the roadside inn, where +he ordered a glass of ale and a long pipe for himself, and +discussed these unwonted luxuries on the bench outside +in the soft autumn evening with mine host, another old +servant of the Browns, and speculated with him on the +likelihood of a good show of old gamesters to contend for +the morrow's prizes, and told tales of the gallant bouts +forty years back, to which Tom listened with all his ears +and eyes.</p> + +<h4>MORNING OF THE VEAST.</h4> + +<p>But who shall tell the joy of the next morning, when +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +the church bells were ringing a merry peal and old Benjy +appeared in the servants' hall, resplendent in a long blue +coat and brass buttons, and a pair of old yellow buckskins<a name="FNanchor_35_145" id="FNanchor_35_145"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_145" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> +and top-boots,<a name="FNanchor_36_146" id="FNanchor_36_146"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_146" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> which he had cleaned for and inherited +from Tom's grandfather; a stout thorn-stick in +his hand, and a nosegay of pinks and lavender in his button-hole, +and led away Tom in his best clothes, and two +new shillings in his breeches pockets? Those two, at any +rate, look like enjoying the day's revel.</p> + +<p>They quicken their pace when they get into the church-yard, +for already they see the field thronged with country +folk, the men in clean white smocks or velveteen or fustian<a name="FNanchor_37_147" id="FNanchor_37_147"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_147" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> +coats, with rough plush waistcoats of many colors, +and the women in the beautiful scarlet cloak, the usual +outdoor dress of West-country women in those days, and +which often descended in families from mother to daughter, +or in new-fashioned stuff<a name="FNanchor_38_148" id="FNanchor_38_148"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_148" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> shawls, which, if they would +but believe it, don't become them half so well. The air +resounds with the pipe and tabor,<a name="FNanchor_39_149" id="FNanchor_39_149"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_149" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> and the drums and +trumpets of the showmen shouting at the doors of their +caravans,<a name="FNanchor_40_150" id="FNanchor_40_150"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_150" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> over which tremendous pictures of the wonders +to be seen within hang temptingly; while through all rises +the shrill "root-too-too-too" of Mr. Punch, and the unceasing +pan-pipe<a name="FNanchor_41_151" id="FNanchor_41_151"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_151" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> of his satellite.</p> + +<p>"Lawk a' massey, Mr. Benjamin," cries a stout motherly +woman in a red cloak as they enter the field, "be that +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +you? Well, I never! you do look purely.<a name="FNanchor_42_152" id="FNanchor_42_152"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_152" class="fnanchor">[42]</a> And how's +the squire, and madam, and the family?"</p> + +<p>Benjy graciously shakes hands with the speaker, who +has left our village for some years, but has come over for +"veast-day" on a visit to an old gossip—and gently indicates +the heir apparent of the Browns.</p> + +<p>"Bless his little heart! I must gi' un a kiss. Here, +Susannah, Susannah!" cries she, raising herself from the +embrace, "come and see Mr. Benjamin and young Master +Tom. You minds<a name="FNanchor_43_153" id="FNanchor_43_153"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_153" class="fnanchor">[43]</a> our Sukey, Mr. Benjamin? she be +growed a rare slip of a wench<a name="FNanchor_44_154" id="FNanchor_44_154"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_154" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> since you seen her, tho' +her'll be sixteen come Martinmas<a name="FNanchor_45_155" id="FNanchor_45_155"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_155" class="fnanchor">[45]</a>. I do aim<a name="FNanchor_46_156" id="FNanchor_46_156"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_156" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> to take +her to see madam to get her a place."</p> + +<p>And Sukey comes bouncing away from a knot of old +school-fellows, and drops a courtesy to Mr. Benjamin. +And elders come up from all parts to salute Benjy, and +girls who have been madam's pupils to kiss Master Tom. +And they carry him off to load him with fairings; and he +returns to Benjy, his hat and coat covered with ribbons, +and his pockets crammed with wonderful boxes, which +open upon ever new boxes and boxes, and popguns and +trumpets, and apples, and gilt gingerbread from the stall +of Angel Heavens, sole vender thereof, whose booth groans +with kings and queens, and elephants, and prancing steeds, +all gleaming with gold. There was more gold on Angel's +cakes than there is ginger in those of this degenerate +age. Skilled diggers might yet make a fortune in the +church-yards of the Vale by carefully washing the dust +of the consumers of Angel's gingerbread. Alas! he is +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> +with his namesakes, and his receipts have, I fear, died +with him.</p> + +<h4>THE JINGLING MATCH.</h4> + +<p>And then they inspect the penny peep-show, at least +Tom does, while old Benjy stands outside and gossips, +and walks up the steps, and enters the mysterious doors +of the pink-eyed lady and the Irish Giant, who do not by +any means come up to their pictures; and the boa will +not swallow his rabbit, but there the rabbit is waiting to +be swallowed,—and what can you expect for tuppence?<a name="FNanchor_47_157" id="FNanchor_47_157"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_157" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> +We are easily pleased in the Vale. Now there is a rush +of the crowd, and a tinkling bell is heard, and shouts of +laughter; and Master Tom mounts on Benjy's shoulders, +and beholds a jingling match in all its glory. The games +are begun, and this is the opening of them. It is a +quaint<a name="FNanchor_48_158" id="FNanchor_48_158"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_158" class="fnanchor">[48]</a> game, immensely amusing to look at; and as I +don't know whether it is used in your counties, I had +better describe it. A large roped ring is made, into +which are introduced a dozen or so of big boys and young +men who mean to play; these are carefully blinded and +turned loose into the ring, and then a man is introduced +not blind-folded, with a bell hung round his neck, and +his two hands tied behind him. Of course, every time +he moves, the bell must ring, as he has no hand to hold it, +and so the dozen blind-folded men have to catch him. +This they cannot always manage if he is a lively fellow, +but half of them always rush into the arms of the other +half, or drive their heads together, or tumble over; and +then the crowd laughs vehemently, and invents nicknames +for them on the spur of the moment, and they, if +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +they be choleric, tear off the handkerchiefs which blind +them, and not unfrequently pitch into one another, each +thinking that the other must have run against him on +purpose. It is great fun to look at a jingling match certainly, +and Tom shouts and jumps on old Benjy's shoulders +at the sight, until the old man feels weary, and shifts +him to the strong young shoulders of the groom, who has +just got down to the fun.</p> + +<p>And now, while they are climbing the pole in another +part of the field, and muzzling in a flour-tub<a name="FNanchor_49_159" id="FNanchor_49_159"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_159" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> in another, +the old farmer whose house, as has been said, overlooks +the field, and who is master of the revels, gets up the +steps on to the stage, and announces to all whom it may +concern that a half-sovereign<a name="FNanchor_50_160" id="FNanchor_50_160"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_160" class="fnanchor">[50]</a> in money will be forthcoming +for the old gamester who breaks most heads; to which +the squire and he have added a new hat.</p> + +<p>The amount of the prize is sufficient to stimulate the +men of the immediate neighborhood, but not enough to +bring any very high talent from a distance; so, after a +glance or two round, a tall fellow, who is a down shepherd,<a name="FNanchor_51_161" id="FNanchor_51_161"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_161" class="fnanchor">[51]</a> +chucks his hat on to the stage and climbs up the +steps, looking rather sheepish. The crowd, of course, first +cheer, then chaff<a name="FNanchor_52_162" id="FNanchor_52_162"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_162" class="fnanchor">[52]</a> as usual, as he picks up his hat and +begins handling the sticks to see which will suit him.</p> + +<h4>THE BACK-SWORDING.</h4> + +<p>"Wooy,<a name="FNanchor_53_163" id="FNanchor_53_163"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_163" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> Willum Smith, thee canst plaay wi' he<a name="FNanchor_54_164" id="FNanchor_54_164"></a><a href="#Footnote_54_164" class="fnanchor">[54]</a> arra<a name="FNanchor_55_165" id="FNanchor_55_165"></a><a href="#Footnote_55_165" class="fnanchor">[55]</a> +daay," says his companion to the blacksmith's apprentice, +a stout young fellow of nineteen or twenty. Willum's +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> +sweetheart is in the "veast" somewhere, and has strictly +enjoined him not to get his head broke at back-swording, on +pain of her highest displeasure; but as she is not to be seen +(the women pretend not to like to see the back-sword play, +and keep away from the stage), and as his hat is decidedly +getting old, he chucks it on to the stage, and follows himself, +hoping that he will only have to break other people's +heads, or that after all Rachel won't really mind.</p> + +<p>Then follows the greasy cap, lined with fur, of a half-gipsy, +poaching,<a name="FNanchor_56_166" id="FNanchor_56_166"></a><a href="#Footnote_56_166" class="fnanchor">[56]</a> loafing fellow who travels the Vale not +for much good, I fancy:</p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"Full twenty times was Peter feared<br /> +For once that Peter was respected,"<a name="FNanchor_A_169" id="FNanchor_A_169"></a><a href="#Footnote_A_169" class="fnanchor">[B]</a><br /> +</p></div> + +<p>in fact. And then three or four other hats, including the +glossy castor<a name="FNanchor_57_167" id="FNanchor_57_167"></a><a href="#Footnote_57_167" class="fnanchor">[57]</a> of Joe Willis, the self-elected and would-be +champion of the neighborhood, a well-to-do young +butcher of twenty-eight or thereabouts, and a great strapping +fellow, with his full allowance of bluster. This is a +capital show of gamesters, considering the amount of the +prize; so, while they are picking their sticks and drawing +their lots, I think I must tell you, as shortly as I can, how +the noble old game of back-sword is played; for it has +sadly gone out of late, even in the Vale, and maybe you +have never seen it.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_A_169" id="Footnote_A_169"></a><a href="#FNanchor_A_169"><span class="label">[B]</span></a> +Wordsworth's "Peter Bell."</p></div> + +<p>The weapon is a good stout ash-stick with a large basket-handle,<a name="FNanchor_58_168" id="FNanchor_58_168"></a><a href="#Footnote_58_168" class="fnanchor">[58]</a> +heavier and some what shorter than a common single-stick. +The players are called "old gamesters"—why, I +can't tell you—and their object is simply to break one +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> +another's head: for the moment that blood runs an inch anywhere +above the eyebrow, the old gamester to whom it belongs +is beaten, and has to stop. A very slight blow with +the sticks will fetch blood, so that it is by no means a punishing +pastime, if the men don't play on purpose, and savagely, +at the bodies and arms of their adversaries. The +old gamester going into action only takes off his hat and +coat, and arms himself with a stick; he then loops the +fingers of his left hand in a handkerchief or strap, which +he fastens round his left leg, measuring the length, so that +when he draws it tight with his left elbow in the air, that +elbow shall just reach as high as his crown. Thus you +see, so long as he chooses to keep his left elbow up, regardless +of cuts, he has a perfect guard for the left side of his +head. Then he advances his right hand above and in +front of his head, holding his stick across, so that its point +projects an inch or two over his left elbow; and thus his +whole head is completely guarded, and he faces his man +armed in like manner; and they stand some three feet +apart, often nearer, and feint,<a name="FNanchor_59_170" id="FNanchor_59_170"></a><a href="#Footnote_59_170" class="fnanchor">[59]</a> and strike, and return at +one another's head, until one cries "hold," or blood flows. +In the first case they are allowed a minute's time, and go +on again; in the latter, another pair of gamesters are +called on. If good men are playing, the quickness of the +return is marvellous; you hear the rattle like that a boy +makes drawing his stick along palings, only heavier; and +the closeness of the men in action to one another gives it +a strange interest, and makes a spell at back-swording a +very noble sight.</p> + + +<h4>JOE AND THE GIPSY.</h4> + +<p>They are all suited now with sticks, and Joe Willis and +the gipsy man have drawn the first lot. So the rest lean +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +against the rails of the stage, and Joe and the dark man +meet in the middle, the boards having been strewed with +sawdust; Joe's white shirt and spotless drab breeches and +boots contrasting with the gipsy's coarse blue shirt and +dirty green velveteen breeches and leather gaiters. Joe +is evidently turning up his nose at the other, and half insulted +at having to break his head.</p> + +<p>The gipsy is a tough, active fellow, but not very skilful +with his weapon, so that Joe's weight and strength +tell in a minute; he is too heavy metal for him; whack, +whack, whack, come his blows, breaking down the gipsy's +guard, and threatening to reach his head every moment. +There it is at last—"Blood, blood!" shouted the spectators, +as a thin stream oozes out slowly from the roots of +his hair, and the umpire<a name="FNanchor_60_171" id="FNanchor_60_171"></a><a href="#Footnote_60_171" class="fnanchor">[60]</a> calls to them to stop. The gipsy +scowls at Joe under his brows in no pleasant manner, +while Master Joe swaggers about, and makes attitudes, +and thinks himself, and shows that he thinks himself, the +greatest man in the field.</p> + +<p>Then follow several stout sets-to between the other candidates +for the new hat, and at last come to the shepherd +and Willum Smith. This is the crack set-to of the day. +They are both in famous wind, and there is no crying +"hold"; the shepherd is an old hand, and up to all the +dodges; he tries them one after another, and very nearly +gets at Willum's head by coming in near, and playing +over his guard at the half-stick, but somehow Willum +blunders through, catching the stick on his shoulders, +neck, sides, every now and then, anywhere but on his +head, and his returns are heavy and straight, and he is the +youngest gamester and a favorite in the parish, and his +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +gallant stand brings down shouts and cheers, and the +knowing ones think he'll win if he keeps steady, and Tom, +on the groom's shoulder, holds his hands together, and +can hardly breathe for excitement.</p> + +<p>Alas for Willum! his sweetheart, getting tired of female +companionship, has been hunting the booths to see where +he can have got to, and now catches sight of him on the +stage in full combat. She flushes and turns pale; her old +aunt catches hold of her saying: "Bless 'ee,<a name="FNanchor_61_172" id="FNanchor_61_172"></a><a href="#Footnote_61_172" class="fnanchor">[61]</a> child, doan't +'ee go a'nigst<a name="FNanchor_62_173" id="FNanchor_62_173"></a><a href="#Footnote_62_173" class="fnanchor">[62]</a> it;" but she breaks away and runs toward +the stage calling his name. Willum keeps up his guard +stoutly, but glances for a moment toward the voice. No +guard will do it, Willum, without the eye. The shepherd +steps round and strikes, and the point of his stick just +grazes Willum's forehead, fetching off the skin, and the +blood flows, and the umpire cries "Hold," and poor Willum's +chance is up for the day. But he takes it very well, +and puts on his old hat and coat, and goes down to be +scolded by his sweetheart, and led away out of mischief. +Tom hears him say coaxingly as he walks off:—</p> + +<p>"Now doan't ee, Rachel! I wouldn't ha' done it, only +I wanted summut<a name="FNanchor_63_174" id="FNanchor_63_174"></a><a href="#Footnote_63_174" class="fnanchor">[63]</a> to buy ee a fairing wi', and I be as +vlush<a name="FNanchor_64_175" id="FNanchor_64_175"></a><a href="#Footnote_64_175" class="fnanchor">[64]</a> o' money as a twod<a name="FNanchor_65_176" id="FNanchor_65_176"></a><a href="#Footnote_65_176" class="fnanchor">[65]</a> o' veathers."<a name="FNanchor_66_177" id="FNanchor_66_177"></a><a href="#Footnote_66_177" class="fnanchor">[66]</a></p> + +<p>"Thee minds what I tells ee," rejoins Rachel, saucily, +"and doan't ee keep blethering<a name="FNanchor_67_178" id="FNanchor_67_178"></a><a href="#Footnote_67_178" class="fnanchor">[67]</a> about fairings." Tom +resolves in his heart to give Willum the remainder of his +two shillings after the back-swording.</p> + +<p>Joe Willis had all the luck to-day. His next bout ends +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +in an easy victory, while the shepherd has a tough job to +break his second head; and when Joe and the shepherd +meet, and the whole circle expect and hope to see him get +a broken crown, the shepherd slips in the first round, and +falls against the rails, hurting himself so that the old farmer +will not let him go on, much as he wishes to try; and +that imposter, Joe (for he is certainly not the best man) +struts and swaggers about the stage the conquering gamester, +though he hasn't had five minutes' really trying play.</p> + +<h4>A NEW "OLD GAMESTER."</h4> + +<p>Joe takes the new hat in his hand, and puts the money +in it, and then, as if a thought strikes him, and he doesn't +think his victory quite acknowledged down below, walks +to each face of the stage, and looks down, shaking the +money, and chaffing, as how he'll stake hat and money +and another half sovereign, "agin any gamester as hasn't +played already." Cunning Joe! he thus gets rid of Willum +and the shepherd who is quite fresh again.</p> + +<p>No one seems to like the offer, and the umpire is just +coming down, when a queer old hat, something like a doctor +of divinity's shovel,<a name="FNanchor_68_179" id="FNanchor_68_179"></a><a href="#Footnote_68_179" class="fnanchor">[68]</a> is chucked on the stage, and an +elderly quiet man steps out, who has been watching the +play, saying he should like to cross a stick "wi' the prodigalish +young chap."</p> + +<p>The crowd cheer and begin to chaff Joe, who turns up +his nose and swaggers across to the sticks. "Imp'dent old +wos-bird!"<a name="FNanchor_69_180" id="FNanchor_69_180"></a><a href="#Footnote_69_180" class="fnanchor">[69]</a> says he, "I'll break the bald head on un to +the truth."</p> + +<p>The old boy is very bald, certainly, and the blood will +show fast enough if you touch him, Joe.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p> +<h4>JOE OUT OF LUCK.</h4> + +<p>He takes off his long-flapped coat, and stands up in a +long-flapped waistcoat, which Sir Roger de Coverley<a name="FNanchor_70_181" id="FNanchor_70_181"></a><a href="#Footnote_70_181" class="fnanchor">[70]</a> +might have worn when it was new, picks out a stick, and +is ready for Master Joe, who loses no time, but begins +his old game, whack, whack, whack, trying to break down +the old man's guard by sheer strength. But it won't +do—he catches every blow close by the basket: and +though he is rather stiff in his returns, after a minute +walks Joe about the stage, and is clearly a staunch old +gamester. Joe now comes in, and making the most of his +height, tries to get over the old man's guard at half stick, +by which he takes a smart blow in the ribs and another on +the elbow, and nothing more. And now he loses wind +and begins to puff, and the crowd laugh: "Cry, 'hold,' +Joe—thee's met thy match!" Instead of taking good +advice and getting his wind, Joe loses his temper and +strikes at the old man's body.</p> + +<p>"Blood, blood!" shout the crowd, "Joe's head's broke!"</p> + +<p>Who'd have thought it? How did it come? That body-blow +left Joe's head unguarded for a moment, and with one +turn of the wrist the old gentleman has picked a neat bit +of skin off the middle of his forehead; and though he +won't believe it, and hammers on for three more blows +despite of the shouts, is then convinced by the blood trickling +into his eyes. Poor Joe is sadly crestfallen, and +fumbles in his pocket for the other half-sovereign, but the +old gamester won't have it. "Keep thy money, man, and +gi's<a name="FNanchor_71_182" id="FNanchor_71_182"></a><a href="#Footnote_71_182" class="fnanchor">[71]</a> thy hand," says he, and they shake hands; but the +old gamester gives the hat to the shepherd, and, soon +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +after, the half-sovereign to Willum, who thereout decorates +his sweetheart with ribbons to his heart's content.</p> + +<p>"Who can a<a name="FNanchor_72_183" id="FNanchor_72_183"></a><a href="#Footnote_72_183" class="fnanchor">[72]</a> be! Wur<a name="FNanchor_73_184" id="FNanchor_73_184"></a><a href="#Footnote_73_184" class="fnanchor">[73]</a> do a cum from?" ask the +crowd. And it soon flies about that the west-country +champion, who played a tie<a name="FNanchor_74_185" id="FNanchor_74_185"></a><a href="#Footnote_74_185" class="fnanchor">[74]</a> with Shaw, the life-guardsman<a name="FNanchor_75_186" id="FNanchor_75_186"></a><a href="#Footnote_75_186" class="fnanchor">[75]</a> +at "Vizes"<a name="FNanchor_76_187" id="FNanchor_76_187"></a><a href="#Footnote_76_187" class="fnanchor">[76]</a> twenty years before, has broken Joe +Willis's crown for him.</p> + +<h4>THE REVELS ARE OVER.</h4> + +<p>How my country fair is spinning out! I see I must +skip the wrestling, and the boys jumping in sacks, and +rolling wheelbarrows blindfolded; and the donkey-race, +and the fight which arose thereout, marring the otherwise +peaceful "veast," and the frightened scurrying away +of the female feast-goers, and descent of Squire Brown, +summoned by the wife of one of the combatants to stop it, +which he wouldn't start to do till he had got on his top-boots. +Tom is carried away by old Benjy, dog-tired and +surfeited with pleasure, as the evening comes on and the +dancing begins in the booths; and though Willum and +Rachel in her new ribbons, and many another good lad +and lass, don't come away just yet, but have a good step +out and enjoy it, and get no harm thereby, yet we, being +sober folk, will just stroll away up through the church-yard, +and by the old yew-tree; and get a quiet dish of tea +and bit of talk with our gossips, as the steady ones of our +village do, and so to bed.</p> + +<h4>THE OLD BOY MORALIZETH ON VEASTS.</h4> + +<p>That's a fair, true sketch, as far as it goes, of one of the +larger village feasts in the Vale of Berks, when I was a +little boy. They are much altered for the worse, I am +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> +told. I haven't been at one these twenty years, but I +have been at the statute fairs in some west-country towns, +where servants are hired, and greater abominations cannot +be found. What village feasts have come to, I fear, in +many cases, may be read in the pages of "Yeast,<a name="FNanchor_77_188" id="FNanchor_77_188"></a><a href="#Footnote_77_188" class="fnanchor">[77]</a>" though +I never saw one so bad—thank God!</p> + +<p>Do you want to know why? It is because, as I said +before, gentlefolk and farmers have left off joining or +taking any interest in them. They don't either subscribe +to the prizes, or go down and enjoy the fun.</p> + +<p>Is this a good or a bad sign? I hardly know. Bad, +sure enough, if it only arises from the further separation +of classes consequent on twenty years of buying cheap and +selling dear, and its accompanying overwork; or because +our sons and daughters have their hearts in London club-life, +or so-called society, instead of in the old English +home duties; because farmers' sons are aping fine gentlemen, +and farmers' daughters caring more to make bad foreign +music than good English cheeses. Good, perhaps, +if it be that the time for the old "veast" has gone by, +that it is no longer the healthy, sound expression of English +country holiday-making; that, in fact, we as a nation +have got beyond it, and are in a transition state, feeling +for and soon likely to find some better substitute.</p> + +<p>Only I have just got this to say before I quit the text. +Don't let reformers of any sort think that they are going +really to lay hold of the working boys and young men of +England by any educational grapnel<a name="FNanchor_78_189" id="FNanchor_78_189"></a><a href="#Footnote_78_189" class="fnanchor">[78]</a> whatever, which +hasn't some <i>bona fide</i><a name="FNanchor_79_190" id="FNanchor_79_190"></a><a href="#Footnote_79_190" class="fnanchor">[79]</a> equivalent for the games of the old +country "veast" in it; something to put in the place of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> +the back-swording and wrestling and racing; something to +try the muscles of men's bodies, and the endurance of their +hearts, and to make them rejoice in their strength. In +all the new-fangled comprehensive plans which I see, this +is all left out; and the consequence is that your great +Mechanics' Institutes end in intellectual priggism;<a name="FNanchor_80_191" id="FNanchor_80_191"></a><a href="#Footnote_80_191" class="fnanchor">[80]</a> and +your Christian Young Men Societies in religious Pharisaism.</p> + +<h4>ADVICE TO YOUNG SWELLS.</h4> + +<p>Well, well, we must bide our time. Life isn't all beer +and skittles,—but beer and skittles,<a name="FNanchor_81_192" id="FNanchor_81_192"></a><a href="#Footnote_81_192" class="fnanchor">[81]</a> or something better +of the same sort, must form a good part of every Englishman's +education. If I could only drive this into the heads +of you rising Parliamentary lords and young swells who +"have your ways made for you," as the saying is,—you +who frequent palaver houses<a name="FNanchor_82_193" id="FNanchor_82_193"></a><a href="#Footnote_82_193" class="fnanchor">[82]</a> and West-End clubs,<a name="FNanchor_83_194" id="FNanchor_83_194"></a><a href="#Footnote_83_194" class="fnanchor">[83]</a> waiting, +always ready to strap yourselves on to the back of +poor dear old John,<a name="FNanchor_84_195" id="FNanchor_84_195"></a><a href="#Footnote_84_195" class="fnanchor">[84]</a> as soon as the present used-up lot +(your fathers and uncles), who sit there on the great Parliamentary-majorities' +pack-saddle, and make believe they +are guiding him with their red-tape<a name="FNanchor_85_196" id="FNanchor_85_196"></a><a href="#Footnote_85_196" class="fnanchor">[85]</a> bridle, tumble, or +have to be lifted off.</p> + +<p>I don't think much of you yet—I wish I could; though +you do go talking and lecturing up and down the country +to crowded audiences, and are busy with all sorts of philanthropic +intellectualism, and circulating libraries and +museums, and Heaven only knows what besides, and try +to make us think, through newspaper reports, that you +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> +are, even as we, of the working classes. But, bless your +hearts, we "aren't so green," though lots of us of all sorts +toady<a name="FNanchor_86_197" id="FNanchor_86_197"></a><a href="#Footnote_86_197" class="fnanchor">[86]</a> you enough certainly, and try to make you think +so.</p> + +<p>I'll tell you what to do now; instead of all this trumpeting +and fuss, which is only the old Parliamentary-majority +dodge over again—just you go each of you +(you've plenty of time for it, if you'll only give, up t'other +line) and quietly make three or four friends, real friends +among us. You'll find a little trouble in getting at the +right sort, because such birds don't come lightly to your +lure,—but found they may be. Take, say, two out of the +professions, lawyer, parson, doctor—which you will; one +out of trade, and three or four out of the working-classes, +tailors, engineers, carpenters, engravers—there's plenty of +choice. Let them be men of your own ages, mind, and +ask them to your homes; introduce them to your wives +and sisters, and get introduced to theirs, give them good +dinners, and talk to them about what is really at the bottom +of your hearts; and box, and run, and row with them, +when you have a chance. Do all this honestly as man to +man, and by the time you come to ride old John, you'll +be able to do something more than sit on his back, and +may feel his mouth with some stronger bridle than a red-tape +one.</p> + +<p>Ah, if you only would! But you have got too far out +of the right rut, I fear. Too much over civilization, and +the deceitfulness of riches. It is easier for a camel to go +through the eye of a needle. More's the pity. I never +came across but two of you who could value a man wholly +and solely for what was in him; who thought themselves +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> +verily and indeed of the same flesh and blood as John +Jones, the attorney's clerk, and Bill Smith, the costermonger,<a name="FNanchor_87_198" id="FNanchor_87_198"></a><a href="#Footnote_87_198" class="fnanchor">[87]</a> +and could act as if they thought so.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_111" id="Footnote_1_111"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_111"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Learned poet</b>: Wordsworth; the quotation, which follows, is from +"My heart leaps up."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_112" id="Footnote_2_112"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_112"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>A fortiori</b>: for a stronger reason.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_113" id="Footnote_3_113"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_113"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Environments</b>: surroundings.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_114" id="Footnote_4_114"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_114"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Functionary</b>: one charged with the performance of a duty.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_115" id="Footnote_5_115"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_115"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Scatter-brain</b>: thoughtless.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_116" id="Footnote_6_116"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_116"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Nŏtable</b>: industrious, smart.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_117" id="Footnote_7_117"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_117"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Cardinal</b>: chief.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_118" id="Footnote_8_118"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_118"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Drat</b>: plague take.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_119" id="Footnote_9_119"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_119"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Bist</b>: art.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_120" id="Footnote_10_120"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_120"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Puritan</b>: the Puritans were those who were dissatisfied with the English +Church and wished to <i>purify</i> it, as they said, from certain ceremonies. +They quite generally gave their children Bible names.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_121" id="Footnote_11_121"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_121"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Whey</b>: in making cheese the milk separates, the thick part forming +curd, and the watery portion whey.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_122" id="Footnote_12_122"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_122"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Pattens</b>: wooden-soled shoes.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_123" id="Footnote_13_123"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_123"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Heir-apparent</b>: the legal heir.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_124" id="Footnote_14_124"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_124"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Break cover</b>: come out from his hiding-place.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_125" id="Footnote_15_125"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_125"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Pillion</b>: a seat, for a woman, attached to the hinder part of a saddle.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_126" id="Footnote_16_126"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_126"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Fetish</b>: an idol.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_127" id="Footnote_17_127"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_127"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Full-bottomed wig</b>: this was a large wig worn by all men of fashion +in the last century.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_128" id="Footnote_18_128"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_128"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Valeted</b>: served; (from <i>valet</i>, a gentleman's private servant).</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_129" id="Footnote_19_129"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_129"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Stickleback</b>: a small fish.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_130" id="Footnote_20_130"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_130"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Pop-joying</b>: nibbling by fish.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_131" id="Footnote_21_131"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_131"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Float</b>: a cork or bit of wood attached to a fish-line.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_132" id="Footnote_22_132"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_132"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Petty sessions</b>: a criminal court held by a justice of the peace.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_133" id="Footnote_23_133"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_133"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Dragoons</b>: soldiers who serve on foot or on horseback, as occasion +requires.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_134" id="Footnote_24_134"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_134"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Old gamester</b>: a person skilled in the game of single-stick or back +sword.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_136" id="Footnote_26_136"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_136"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Statute feasts</b>: festivals established by law.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_135" id="Footnote_25_135"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_135"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>Wiltshire and Somersetshire</b>: counties west of Berkshire.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_137" id="Footnote_27_137"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_137"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>Booths</b>: temporary sheds, etc., for the sale of refreshments, pedlers' +goods, and the like.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_138" id="Footnote_28_138"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_138"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>Cricket</b>: the English national game of ball.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_139" id="Footnote_29_139"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_139"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <b>Tutelage</b>: guardianship.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_140" id="Footnote_30_140"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_140"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> <b>Lancet windows</b>: high, narrow windows of the earliest Gothic +architecture.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_141" id="Footnote_31_141"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_141"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> <b>Pottered</b>: walked slowly, sauntered.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_142" id="Footnote_32_142"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_142"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <b>"Cheap Jacks"</b>: pedlers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_143" id="Footnote_33_143"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_143"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <b>Legitimate</b>: lawful.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_144" id="Footnote_34_144"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_144"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <b>Fairings</b>: ribbons, toys, and other small articles sold for presents.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_145" id="Footnote_35_145"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_145"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <b>Buckskins</b>: buckskin breeches.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_146" id="Footnote_36_146"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_146"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <b>Top-boots</b>: high boots.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_147" id="Footnote_37_147"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_147"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <b>Fustian</b>: coarse cloth.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_148" id="Footnote_38_148"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_148"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> <b>Stuff</b>: woollen.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_149" id="Footnote_39_149"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_149"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> <b>Pipe and tabor</b>: fife and drum.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_150" id="Footnote_40_150"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_150"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> <b>Caravans</b>: show wagons.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_151" id="Footnote_41_151"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_151"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> <b>Pan-pipe</b>: several pipes or fifes fastened together in a row, and blown +by an attendant or "satellite," in the Punch and Judy show.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_152" id="Footnote_42_152"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_152"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> <b>Purely</b>: nicely.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_153" id="Footnote_43_153"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_153"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> <b>Minds</b>: remember.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_154" id="Footnote_44_154"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_154"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> <b>Wench</b>: a young peasant girl.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_155" id="Footnote_45_155"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_155"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> <b>Martinmas</b>: the feast of St. Martin, Nov. 11.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_156" id="Footnote_46_156"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_156"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> <b>Aim</b>: intend.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_157" id="Footnote_47_157"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_157"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> <b>Tuppence</b>: two pence or four cents; the English penny, being equal +to two cents.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_48_158" id="Footnote_48_158"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_158"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> <b>Quaint</b>: odd, old-fashioned.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_49_159" id="Footnote_49_159"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_159"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> <b>Muzzling in a flour-tub</b>: running their heads into a tub of flour to +fish out prizes.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_50_160" id="Footnote_50_160"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_160"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> <b>Half-sovereign</b>: ten shillings ($2.50).</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_51_161" id="Footnote_51_161"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_161"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> <b>Down shepherd</b>: a shepherd on the downs or chalk hills.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_52_162" id="Footnote_52_162"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_162"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> <b>Chaff</b>: make fun, ridicule.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_53_163" id="Footnote_53_163"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_163"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> <b>Wooy</b>: why.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_54_164" id="Footnote_54_164"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54_164"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> <b>He</b>: here, him.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_55_165" id="Footnote_55_165"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55_165"><span class="label">[55]</span></a> <b>Arra</b>: any.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_56_166" id="Footnote_56_166"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56_166"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> <b>Poaching</b>: game-stealing.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_57_167" id="Footnote_57_167"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57_167"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> <b>Castor</b>: a tall silk hat.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_58_168" id="Footnote_58_168"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58_168"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> <b>Basket-handle</b>: a handle protected by wicker-work.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_59_170" id="Footnote_59_170"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59_170"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> <b>Feint</b>: to pretend to make a thrust or to give a blow.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_60_171" id="Footnote_60_171"></a><a href="#FNanchor_60_171"><span class="label">[60]</span></a> <b>Umpire</b>: judge or referee.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_61_172" id="Footnote_61_172"></a><a href="#FNanchor_61_172"><span class="label">[61]</span></a> <b>'ee</b>: thee, you.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_62_173" id="Footnote_62_173"></a><a href="#FNanchor_62_173"><span class="label">[62]</span></a> <b>A'nigst</b>: near.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_63_174" id="Footnote_63_174"></a><a href="#FNanchor_63_174"><span class="label">[63]</span></a> <b>Summut</b>: something or somewhat.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_64_175" id="Footnote_64_175"></a><a href="#FNanchor_64_175"><span class="label">[64]</span></a> <b>Vlush</b>: flush.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_65_176" id="Footnote_65_176"></a><a href="#FNanchor_65_176"><span class="label">[65]</span></a> <b>Twod</b>: a toad.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_66_177" id="Footnote_66_177"></a><a href="#FNanchor_66_177"><span class="label">[66]</span></a> <b>Veathers</b>: feathers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_67_178" id="Footnote_67_178"></a><a href="#FNanchor_67_178"><span class="label">[67]</span></a> <b>Blethering</b>: talking nonsense.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_68_179" id="Footnote_68_179"></a><a href="#FNanchor_68_179"><span class="label">[68]</span></a> <b>Shovel</b>: a broad-brimmed hat turned up at the sides. It was formerly +much worn by clergymen of the Church of England.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_69_180" id="Footnote_69_180"></a><a href="#FNanchor_69_180"><span class="label">[69]</span></a> <b>Wos-bird</b>: a bird that steals corn.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_70_181" id="Footnote_70_181"></a><a href="#FNanchor_70_181"><span class="label">[70]</span></a> <b>Sir Roger de Coverley</b>: a typical old country gentleman of delightful +simplicity of character. See Addison's "Spectator."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_71_182" id="Footnote_71_182"></a><a href="#FNanchor_71_182"><span class="label">[71]</span></a> <b>Gi's</b>: give us.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_72_183" id="Footnote_72_183"></a><a href="#FNanchor_72_183"><span class="label">[72]</span></a> <b>A</b>: he.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_73_184" id="Footnote_73_184"></a><a href="#FNanchor_73_184"><span class="label">[73]</span></a> <b>Wur</b>: where.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_74_185" id="Footnote_74_185"></a><a href="#FNanchor_74_185"><span class="label">[74]</span></a> <b>Tie</b>: a contest in which neither side gains the victory.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_75_186" id="Footnote_75_186"></a><a href="#FNanchor_75_186"><span class="label">[75]</span></a> <b>Life-guardsman</b>: one of the Queen's body-guard.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_76_187" id="Footnote_76_187"></a><a href="#FNanchor_76_187"><span class="label">[76]</span></a> <b>"Vizes"</b>: a contraction of Devizes, a town in Wiltshire.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_77_188" id="Footnote_77_188"></a><a href="#FNanchor_77_188"><span class="label">[77]</span></a> <b>Yeast</b>: a novel by Charles Kingsley.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_78_189" id="Footnote_78_189"></a><a href="#FNanchor_78_189"><span class="label">[78]</span></a> <b>Grapnel</b>: a grappling hook.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_79_190" id="Footnote_79_190"></a><a href="#FNanchor_79_190"><span class="label">[79]</span></a> <b>Bona fide</b>: real.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_80_191" id="Footnote_80_191"></a><a href="#FNanchor_80_191"><span class="label">[80]</span></a> <b>Priggism</b>: affectation, conceit.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_81_192" id="Footnote_81_192"></a><a href="#FNanchor_81_192"><span class="label">[81]</span></a> <b>Skittles</b>: the game of ninepins.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_82_193" id="Footnote_82_193"></a><a href="#FNanchor_82_193"><span class="label">[82]</span></a> <b>Palaver houses</b>: talk houses—the Houses of Parliament.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_83_194" id="Footnote_83_194"></a><a href="#FNanchor_83_194"><span class="label">[83]</span></a> <b>West-End Clubs</b>: clubs in the fashionable quarter of London.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_84_195" id="Footnote_84_195"></a><a href="#FNanchor_84_195"><span class="label">[84]</span></a> <b>Old John</b>: John Bull.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_85_196" id="Footnote_85_196"></a><a href="#FNanchor_85_196"><span class="label">[85]</span></a> <b>Red-tape</b>: official routine and formalism.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_86_197" id="Footnote_86_197"></a><a href="#FNanchor_86_197"><span class="label">[86]</span></a> <b>Toady</b>: flatter.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_87_198" id="Footnote_87_198"></a><a href="#FNanchor_87_198"><span class="label">[87]</span></a> <b>Costermonger</b>: a fruit and vegetable pedler.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h3>SUNDRY WARS AND ALLIANCES.</h3> + + +<p>"Poor old Benjy! the "rheumatiz" has much to answer +for all through English country-sides,<a name="FNanchor_1_199" id="FNanchor_1_199"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_199" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> but it never +played a scurvier trick than in laying thee by the heels, +when thou wast yet in a green old age. The enemy, which +had long been carrying on a sort of border warfare, and +trying his strength against Benjy's on the battlefield of his +hands and legs, now, mustering all his forces, began laying +siege to the citadel, and overrunning the whole country. +Benjy was seized in the back and loins; and though he +made strong and brave fight, it was soon clear enough that +all which could be beaten of poor old Benjy would have to +give in before long.</p> + +<p>It was as much as he could do now, with the help of his +big stick and frequent stops, to hobble down to the canal +with Master Tom, and bait his hook for him, and sit and +watch his angling, telling him quaint old country stories; +and when Tom had no sport, and detecting a rat some hundred +yards or so off along the bank, would rush off with +Toby, the turnspit<a name="FNanchor_2_200" id="FNanchor_2_200"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_200" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> terrier, his other faithful companion, +in bootless pursuit, he might have tumbled in and been +drowned twenty times over before Benjy could have got +near him.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> +Cheery and unmindful of himself as Benjy was, this loss +of locomotive power bothered him greatly. He had got a +new object in his old age, and was just beginning to think +himself useful again in the world. He feared much, too, +lest Master Tom should fall back again into the hands of +Charity and the women. So he tried everything he could +think of to get set up. He even went on an expedition to +the dwelling of one of those queer mortals, who—say +what we will and reason how we will—do cure simple +people of diseases of one kind or another without the aid +of physic; and so get to themselves the reputation of using +charms, and inspire for themselves and their dwellings great +respect, not to say fear, amongst a simple folk such as the +dwellers in the Vale of White Horse. Where this power, +or whatever else it may be, descends upon the shoulders +of a man whose ways are not straight, he becomes a nuisance +to the neighborhood; a receiver of stolen goods, the +avowed enemy of law and order. Sometimes, however, +they are of quite a different stamp, men who pretend to +know nothing, and are with difficulty persuaded to exercise +their occult<a name="FNanchor_3_201" id="FNanchor_3_201"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_201" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> arts in the simplest cases.</p> + +<h4>BENJY RESORTS TO A "WISE MAN."</h4> + +<p>Of this latter sort was old Farmer Ives, as he was called, +the "wise man" to whom Benjy resorted (taking Tom +with him as usual), in the early spring of the year next +after the feast described in the last chapter. Why he was +called "farmer" I cannot say, unless it be that he was the +owner of a cow, a pig or two, and some poultry, which he +maintained on about an acre of land inclosed from the +middle of a wild common, on which probably his father +had squatted before lords of manors<a name="FNanchor_4_202" id="FNanchor_4_202"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_202" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> looked as keenly after +their rights as they do now. Here he had lived no one +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +knew how long, a solitary man. It was often rumored +that he was to be turned out and his cottage pulled down, +but somehow it never came to pass; and his pigs and cow +went grazing on the common, and his geese hissed at the +passing children and at the heels of the horse of my lord's +steward, who often rode by with a covetous eye on the +inclosure, still unmolested. His dwelling was some miles +from our village; so Benjy, who was half ashamed of his +errand, and wholly unable to walk there, had to exercise +much ingenuity to get the means of transporting himself +and Tom thither without exciting suspicion. However, +one fine May morning he managed to borrow the old blind +pony of our friend the publican,<a name="FNanchor_5_203" id="FNanchor_5_203"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_203" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> and Tom persuaded +Madam Brown to give him a holiday to spend with old +Benjy, and to lend them the squire's light cart, stored with +bread and cold meat and a bottle of ale. And so the two +in high glee started behind old Dobbin, and jogged along +the deep-rutted plashy roads, which had not been mended +after their winter's wear, toward the dwelling of the wizard. +About noon they passed the gate which opened on to the +large common, and old Dobbin toiled slowly up the hill, +while Benjy pointed out a little deep dingle on the left, +out of which welled a tiny stream. As they crept up the +hill the tops of a few birch-trees came in sight, and blue +smoke curling up through their delicate light boughs; and +then the little white thatched home and inclosed ground +of Farmer Ives, lying cradled in the dingle,<a name="FNanchor_6_204" id="FNanchor_6_204"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_204" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> with the gay +gorse common rising behind and on both sides; while in +front, after traversing a gentle slope, the eye might travel +for miles and miles over the rich Vale. They now left the +main road and struck into a green track over the common, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> +marked lightly with wheel and horse-shoe, which led down +into the dingle and stopped at the rough gate of Farmer +Ives. Here they found the farmer, an iron-gray old man, +with a bushy eyebrow and strong aquiline nose busied in +one of his vocations. He was a horse and cow doctor, and +was tending a sick beast which had been sent up to be +cured. Benjy hailed him as an old friend, and he returned +the greeting cordially enough, looking, however, hard for +a moment both at Benjy and Tom, to see whether there +was more in their visit than appeared at first sight. It +was a work of some difficulty and danger for Benjy to reach +the ground, which, however, he managed to do without mishap; +and then he devoted himself to unharnessing Dobbin, +and turning him out for a graze ("a run" one could not +say of that virtuous steed) on the common. This done, he +extricated the cold provisions from the cart, and they entered +the farmer's wicket;<a name="FNanchor_7_205" id="FNanchor_7_205"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_205" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> and he, shutting up the knife +with which he was at work, accompanied them toward the cottage. +A big old lurcher<a name="FNanchor_8_206" id="FNanchor_8_206"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_206" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> got up slowly from the doorstone, +stretching first one hind leg, and then the other, and taking +Tom's caresses and the presence of Toby, who kept, however, +at a respectful distance, with equal indifference.</p> + +<p>"Us be come to pay ee a visit. I've a been long minded +to do't for old sake's sake, only I vinds I dwont get +about now as I'd used to't. I be so plaguy bad wi' th' +rhumatiz in my back." Benjy paused, in hopes of drawing +the farmer at once on the subject of his ailment without +further direct application.</p> + +<p>"Ah, I see as you bean't quite so lissom<a name="FNanchor_9_207" id="FNanchor_9_207"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_207" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> as you was," +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> +replied the farmer, with a grim smile, as he lifted the latch +of his door. "We bean't so young as we was, nother<a name="FNanchor_10_208" id="FNanchor_10_208"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_208" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> on +us, wuss luck."</p> + +<h4>THE "WISE MAN'S" SURROUNDINGS.</h4> + +<p>The farmer's cottage was very like those of the better +class of peasantry in general. A snug chimney-corner +with two seats and a small carpet on the hearth, an old +flint gun and a pair of spurs over the fire-place, a dresser<a name="FNanchor_11_209" id="FNanchor_11_209"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_209" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> +with shelves, on which some bright pewter plates and +crockery-ware were arranged, an old walnut table, a few +chairs and settles,<a name="FNanchor_12_210" id="FNanchor_12_210"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_210" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> some framed samplers<a name="FNanchor_13_211" id="FNanchor_13_211"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_211" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> and an old print +or two, and a book-case with some dozen volumes on the +walls, a rack with flitches<a name="FNanchor_14_212" id="FNanchor_14_212"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_212" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> of bacon and other stores fastened +to the ceiling, and you have the best part of the +furniture. No sign of occult art is to be seen, unless +the bundles of dried herbs hanging to the rack and in the +ingle,<a name="FNanchor_15_213" id="FNanchor_15_213"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_213" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> and the row of labelled vials on one of the shelves +betoken it.</p> + +<p>Tom played about with some kittens who occupied the +hearth, and with a goat who walked demurely in at the +open door, while their host and Benjy spread the table for +dinner—and was soon engaged in conflict with the cold +meat, to which he did much honor. The two old men's +talk was of old comrades and their deeds, mute inglorious +Miltons<a name="FNanchor_16_214" id="FNanchor_16_214"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_214" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> of the Vale, and of the doings thirty years back—which +didn't interest him much, except when they spoke +of the making of the canal; and then, indeed, he began to +listen with all his ears, and learned, to his no small wonder, +that his dear and wonderful canal had not been there +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span> +always—was not, in fact, as old as Benjy or Farmer Ives, +which caused a strange commotion in his small brain.</p> + +<p>After dinner Benjy called attention to a wart which +Tom had on the knuckles of his hand, and which the +family doctor had been trying his skill on without success, +and begged the farmer to charm it away. Farmer Ives +looked at it, muttered something or another over it, and +cut some notches in a short stick, which he handed to +Benjy, giving him instructions for cutting it down on +certain days, and cautioning Tom not to meddle with the +wart for a fortnight. And then they strolled out and sat +on a bench in the sun with their pipes, and the pigs came +up and grunted sociably and let Tom scratch them; and +the farmer, seeing how he liked animals, stood up and +held his arms in the air and gave a call, which brought a +flock of pigeons wheeling and dashing through the birch-trees. +They settled down in clusters on the farmer's arms +and shoulders, making love to him and scrambling over +one another's back to get to his face; and then he threw +them all off, and they fluttered about close by, and lighted +on him again and again when he held up his arms. All +the creatures about the place were clean and fearless, +quite unlike their relations elsewhere; and Tom begged +to be taught how to make all the pigs and cows and poultry +in our village tame, at which the farmer only gave one +of his grim chuckles.</p> + +<h4>BENJY'S RHEUMATISM.</h4> + +<p>It wasn't till they were just ready to go, and old Dobbin +was harnessed, that Benjy broached the subject of +his rheumatism again, detailing his symptoms one by one. +Poor old boy! He hoped the farmer could charm it away +as easily as he could Tom's wart, and was ready with +equal faith to put another notched stick into his other +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span> +pocket for the cure of his ailments. The physician shook +his head, but nevertheless produced a bottle and handed +it to Benjy with instructions for use. "Not as t'll do ee +much good—leastways I be afeared not," shading his +eyes with his hand and looking up at them in the cart; +"there's only one thing as I knows on, as'll cure old folks +like you and I o' th' rhumatiz."</p> + +<p>"Wot be that, then, farmer?" inquired Benjy.</p> + +<p>"Church-yard mold," said the old iron-gray man with +another chuckle. And so they said their good-byes and +went their ways home. Tom's wart was gone in a fortnight, +but not so Benjy's rheumatism, which laid him by +the heels more and more. And though Tom still spent +many an hour with him, as he sat on a bench in the sunshine, +or by the chimney-corner when it was cold, he soon +had to seek elsewhere for his regular companions.</p> + +<p>Tom had been accustomed often to accompany his +mother in her visits to the cottages, and had thereby +made acquaintances with many of the village boys of his +own age. There was Job Rudkin, son of widow Rudkin, +the most bustling woman in the parish. How she could +ever have had such a stolid<a name="FNanchor_17_215" id="FNanchor_17_215"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_215" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> boy as Job for a child, must +always remain a mystery. The first time Tom went to +their cottage with his mother, Job was not indoors, but +he entered soon after, and stood with both hands in his +pockets staring at Tom. Widow Rudkin, who would have +had to cross Madam to get at young Hopeful—a breach of +good manners of which she was wholly incapable—began +a series of pantomime signs, which only puzzled him, and +at last, unable to contain herself longer, burst out with, +"Job! Job! where's thy cap?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span></p> +<p>"What! beant ee on ma head, mother?" replied Job, +slowly extricating one hand from a pocket and feeling for +the article in question; which he found on his head sure +enough, and left there, to his mother's horror and Tom's +great delight.</p> + +<p>Then there was poor Jacob Dodson, the half-witted boy, +who ambled about cheerfully, undertaking messages and +little helpful odds and ends, for every one, which, however, +poor Jacob managed always hopelessly to embrangle.<a name="FNanchor_18_216" id="FNanchor_18_216"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_216" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> +Everything came to pieces in his hands, and nothing +would stop in his head. They nicknamed him Jacob +Doodle-calf.</p> + +<p>But above all there was Harry Winburn, the quickest +and best boy in the parish. He might be a year older +than Tom, but was very little bigger, and he was the +Crichton<a name="FNanchor_19_217" id="FNanchor_19_217"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_217" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> of our village boys. He could wrestle and +climb and run better than all the rest, and learned all that +the schoolmaster could teach him faster than that worthy +at all liked. He was a boy to be proud of, with his curly +brown hair, keen gray eye, straight active figure, and little +ears and hands and feet—"as fine as a lord's," as Charity +remarked to Tom one day, talking as usual great nonsense. +Lords' hands and ears and feet are just as ugly as other +folks' when they are children, as any one may convince +himself if he likes to look. Tight boots and gloves, +and doing nothing with them, I allow make a difference +by the time they are twenty.</p> + +<h4>TORYISM OF SQUIRE BROWN.</h4> + +<p>Now that Benjy was laid on the shelf, and his young +brothers were still under petticoat government, Tom, in +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +search of companions, began to cultivate the village boys +generally more and more. Squire Brown, be it said, was +a true blue<a name="FNanchor_20_218" id="FNanchor_20_218"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_218" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> Tory<a name="FNanchor_21_219" id="FNanchor_21_219"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_219" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> to the backbone, and believed honestly +that the powers which be were ordained of God, and that +loyalty and steadfast obedience were man's first duties. +Whether it were in consequence or in spite of his political +creed, I do not mean to give an opinion, though I have +one; but certain it is, that he held therewith divers social +principles not generally supposed to be true blue in color. +Foremost of these, and the one which the Squire loved to +propound above all others, was the belief that a man is to +be valued wholly and solely for that which he is in himself, +for that which stands up in the four fleshy walls of him, +apart from clothes, rank, fortune, and all externals whatsoever. +Which belief I take to be a wholesome corrective +of all political opinions, and, if held sincerely, to make +all opinions equally harmless, whether they be blue, red +or green. As a necessary corollary<a name="FNanchor_22_220" id="FNanchor_22_220"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_220" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> to this belief, Squire +Brown held further that it didn't matter a straw whether +his son associated with lords' sons or plowmen's sons, +provided they were brave and honest. He himself had +played foot-ball and gone birds'-nesting with the farmers +whom he met at vestry<a name="FNanchor_23_221" id="FNanchor_23_221"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_221" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> and the laborers who tilled their +fields, and so had his father and grandfather, with their +progenitors.<a name="FNanchor_24_222" id="FNanchor_24_222"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_222" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> So he encouraged Tom in his intimacy with +the boys of the village, and forwarded it by all means in +his power, and gave them the run of a close<a name="FNanchor_25_223" id="FNanchor_25_223"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_223" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> for a playground, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> +and provided bats and balls and a foot-ball for +their sports.</p> + +<h4>TOM'S WATCH-TOWER BY THE SCHOOL.</h4> + +<p>Our village was blessed, amongst other things, with a +well-endowed school. The building stood by itself, apart +from the master's house, on an angle of ground where +three roads met; an old gray stone building, with a steep +roof and mullioned<a name="FNanchor_26_224" id="FNanchor_26_224"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_224" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> windows. On one of the opposite +angles stood Squire Brown's stables and kennel, with their +backs to the road, over which towered a great elm-tree; +on the third, stood the village carpenter and wheelwright's +large open shop, and his house and the schoolmaster's, with +long, low eaves under which the swallows built by scores.</p> + +<p>The moment Tom's lessons were over, he would now +get him down to this corner by the stables, and watch till +the boys came out of school. He prevailed on the groom +to cut notches for him in the bark of the elm, so that he +could climb into the lower branches, and there he would +sit watching the school-door, and speculating on the possibility +of turning the elm into a dwelling-place for himself +and friends after the manner of the Swiss Family +Robinson.<a name="FNanchor_27_225" id="FNanchor_27_225"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_225" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> But the school hours were long and Tom's +patience short; so that he soon began to descend into the +street, and go and peep in at the school-door and the +wheelwright's shop, and look out for something to while +away the time. Now the wheelwright was a choleric<a name="FNanchor_28_226" id="FNanchor_28_226"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_226" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> +man, and one fine afternoon, returning from a short +absence, found Tom occupied with one of his pet adzes, +the edge of which was fast vanishing under our hero's +care. A speedy flight saved Tom from all but one sound +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> +cuff on the ears, but he resented this unjustifiable interruption +of his first essays at carpentering, and still more +the further proceedings of the wheelwright, who cut a +switch and hung it over the door of his workshop, threatening +to use it upon Tom if he came within twenty yards +of his gate. So Tom, to retaliate, commenced a war upon +the swallows who dwelt under the wheelwright's eaves, +whom he harassed with sticks and stones, and being +fleeter of foot than his enemy, escaped all punishment, +and kept him in perpetual anger. Moreover, his presence +about the school-door began to incense the master, as the +boys in that neighborhood neglected their lessons in consequence: +and more than once he issued into the porch, +rod in hand, just as Tom beat a hasty retreat. And he +and the wheelwright, laying their heads together, resolved +to acquaint the squire with Tom's afternoon occupations; +but, in order to do it with effect, determined to take him +captive and lead him away to judgment fresh from his +evil doings. This they would have found some difficulty +in doing, had Tom continued the war single-handed, or +rather single-footed, for he would have taken to the +deepest part of Pebbly Brook to escape them; but, like +other active powers, he was ruined by his alliances. Poor +Jacob Doodle-calf could not go to the school with the other +boys, and one fine afternoon, about three o'clock (the +school broke up at four) Tom found him ambling about +the street, and pressed him into a visit to the school-porch. +Jacob, always ready to do what was asked, consented, and +the two stole down to the school together. Tom first +reconnoitered<a name="FNanchor_29_227" id="FNanchor_29_227"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_227" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> the wheelwright's shop, and seeing no +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +signs of activity, thought all safe in that quarter, and +ordered at once an advance of all his troops upon the +school-porch. The door of the school was ajar, and the +boys seated on the nearest bench at once recognized and +opened a correspondence with the invaders. Tom, waxing +bold, kept putting his head into the school and making +faces at the master when his back was turned. Poor +Jacob, not in the least comprehending the situation, and +in high glee at finding himself so near the school, which +he had never been allowed to enter, suddenly, in a fit of +enthusiasm, pushed by Tom, and ambling three steps into +the school, stood there, looking round him and nodding +with a self-approving smile. The master who was stooping +over a boy's slate, with his back to the door, became +aware of something unusual, and turned quickly round. +Tom rushed at Jacob, and began dragging him back by +his smock-frock, and the master made at them, scattering +forms<a name="FNanchor_30_228" id="FNanchor_30_228"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_228" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> and boys in his career. Even now they might +have escaped, but that in the porch, barring retreat, +appeared the crafty wheelwright, who had been watching +all their proceedings. So they were seized, the school +dismissed, and Tom and Jacob led away to Squire Brown +as lawful prizes, the boys following to the gate in groups, +and speculating on the result.</p> + +<h4>DEFEAT, CAPTURE, PEACE.</h4> + +<p>The Squire was very angry at first, but the interview, +with Tom's pleading, ended in a compromise. Tom was +not to go near the school till three o'clock, and only then +if he had done his own lessons well, in which case he was +to be the bearer of a note to the master from Squire +Brown; and the master agreed in such case to release ten +or twelve of the best boys an hour before the time of breaking +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> +up, to go off and play in the close. The wheelwright's +adzes and swallows were to be forever respected; and that +hero and the master withdrew to the servants' hall,<a name="FNanchor_31_229" id="FNanchor_31_229"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_229" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> to +drink the Squire's health, well satisfied with their day's +work.</p> + +<p>The second act of Tom's life may now be said to have +begun. The war of independence had been over for some +time; none of the women now, not even his mother's maid, +dared offer to help him in dressing or washing. Between +ourselves, he had often at first to run to Benjy in an unfinished +state of toilet. Charity and the rest of them +seemed to take a delight in putting impossible buttons +and ties in the middle of his back; but he would have +gone without nether<a name="FNanchor_32_230" id="FNanchor_32_230"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_230" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> integuments<a name="FNanchor_33_231" id="FNanchor_33_231"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_231" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> altogether, sooner than +have had recourse to female valeting. He had a room to +himself, and his father gave him sixpence a week pocket-money. +All this he had achieved by Benjy's advice and +assistance. But now he had conquered another step in +life, the step which all real boys so long to make; he had +got amongst his equals in age and strength, and could +measure himself with other boys; he lived with those +whose pursuits and wishes and ways were the same in +kind as his own.</p> + +<h4>PLAY AND WORK.</h4> + +<p>The little governess, who had lately been installed in the +house, found her work grow wondrously easy, for Tom +slaved at his lessons in order to make sure of his note to +the schoolmaster. So there were very few days in the +week in which Tom and the village boys were not playing +in their close by three o'clock. Prisoner's base,<a name="FNanchor_34_232" id="FNanchor_34_232"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_232" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> rounders, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +high-cock-a-lorum, cricket, foot-ball, he was soon initiated +into the delights of them all; and though most of the +boys were older than himself, he managed to hold his own +very well. He was naturally active and strong, and quick +of eye and hand, and had the advantage of light shoes and +well-fitting dress, so that in a short time he could run and +jump and climb with any of them.</p> + +<h4>RIDING AND WRESTLING.</h4> + +<p>They generally finished their regular games half an hour +or so before tea-time, and then began trials of skill and +strength in many ways. Some of them would catch the +Shetland pony who was turned out in the field, and get +two or three together on his back, and the little rogue, +enjoying the fun, would gallop off for fifty yards and +then turn round, or stop short and shoot them on to the +turf, and then gaze quietly on till he felt another load; +others played at peg-top or marbles, while a few of the +bigger ones stood up for a bout at wrestling. Tom at +first only looked on at this pastime, but it had peculiar +attractions for him, and he could not long keep out of it. +Elbow and collar wrestling, as practised in the western +counties, was, next to back-swording, the way to fame for +the youth of the Vale; and all the boys knew the rules of +it, and were more or less expert. But Job Rudkin and +Harry Winburn were the stars, the former stiff and sturdy, +with legs like small towers, the latter pliant as india-rubber +and quick as lightning. Day after day they stood foot to +foot, and offered first one hand and then the other, and +grappled, and closed, and swayed, and strained, till a well-aimed +crook of the heel or thrust of the loin took effect, +and a fair backfall ended the matter. And Tom watched +with all his eyes, and first challenged one of the less +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> +scientific, and threw him; and so one by one wrestled his +way up to the leaders.</p> + +<p>Then indeed for months he had a poor time of it; it +was not long indeed before he could manage to keep his +legs against Job, for that hero was slow of offence, and +gained his victories chiefly by allowing others to throw +themselves against his immovable legs and loins, but +Harry Winburn was undeniably his master; from the first +clutch of hands when they stood up, down to the last trip +which sent him on his back on the turf, he felt that Harry +knew more and could do more than he. Luckily Harry's +bright unconsciousness, and Tom's natural good temper, +kept them from ever quarrelling; and so Tom worked on +and on, and trod more and more nearly on Harry's heels, +and at last mastered all the dodges and falls except one. +This one was Harry's own particular invention and pet; +he scarcely ever used it except when hard pressed, but +then out it came, and, as sure as it did, over went poor +Tom. He thought about that fall at his meals, in his +walks, when he lay awake in bed, in his dreams,—but all +to no purpose; until Harry one day in his open way suggested +to him how he thought it should be met, and in a +week from that time the boys were equal, save only the +slight difference of strength in Harry's favor, which some +extra ten months of age gave. Tom had often afterward +reason to be thankful for that early drilling, and above all +for having mastered Harry Winburn's fall.</p> + +<p>Besides their home games, on Saturdays the boys would +wander all over the neighborhood; sometimes to the downs +or up to the camp, where they cut their initials out in the +springy turf, and watched the hawks soaring, and the +"peert" bird, as Harry Winburn called the gray plover, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +gorgeous in his wedding feathers; and so home, racing +down the Manger with many a roll among the thistles, or +through Uffington-wood to watch the fox-cubs playing in +the green rides;<a name="FNanchor_35_233" id="FNanchor_35_233"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_233" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> sometimes to Rosy Brook, to cut long +whispering reeds which grew there, to make pan-pipes of; +sometimes to Moor Mills, where was a piece of old forest +land, with short browsed turf and tufted brambly thickets +stretching under the oaks, amongst which rumor declared +that a raven,<a name="FNanchor_36_234" id="FNanchor_36_234"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_234" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> last of his race, still lingered; or to the sand +hills, in vain quest of rabbits; and birds'-nesting, in the +season, anywhere and everywhere.</p> + +<h4>EARLIEST PLAYMATES.</h4> + +<p>The few neighbors of the Squire's own rank every now +and then would shrug their shoulders as they drove or +rode by a party of boys with Tom in the middle, carrying +along bulrushes or whispering reeds, or great bundles of +cowslip and meadow-sweet, or young starlings or magpies, +or other spoil of wood, brook, or meadow, and Lawyer +Redtape might mutter to Squire Straightback at the +Board, that no good would come of the young Browns, if +they were let run wild with all the dirty village boys, +whom the best farmers' sons even would not play with. +And the Squire might reply with a shake of his head, that +<i>his</i> sons only mixed with their equals, and never went +into the village without a governess or a footman.<a name="FNanchor_37_235" id="FNanchor_37_235"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_235" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> But, +luckily, Squire Brown was full as stiff-backed as his +neighbors, and so went on his own way; and Tom and his +younger brothers, as they grew up, went on playing with +the village boys, without the idea of equality or inequality +(except in wrestling, running, and climbing) ever entering +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> +their heads, as it doesn't till it's put there by over-nice +people or fine ladies' maids.</p> + +<p>I don't mean to say it would be the case in all villages, +but it certainly was so in this one; the village boys were +full as manly and honest, and certainly purer than those +in a higher rank; and Tom got more harm from his equals +in his first fortnight at a private school, where he went +when he was nine years old, than he had from his village +friends from the day he left Charity's apron-strings.</p> + +<h4>FIRST SCHOOL.</h4> + +<p>Great was the grief amongst the village school-boys +when Tom drove off with the Squire, one August morning, +to meet the coach on his way to school. Each of +them had given him some little present of the best that he +had, and his small private box was full of peg-tops, white +marbles (called "alley taws" in the Vale), screws, birds'-eggs, +whipcord, Jews-harps, and other miscellaneous boys' +wealth. Poor Jacob Doodle-calf, in floods of tears, had +pressed upon him, in spluttering earnestness, his lame pet +hedgehog (he had always some poor broken-down beast or +bird by him); but this Tom had been obliged to refuse by +the Squire's order. He had given them all a great tea +under the big elm in their playground, for which Madam +Brown had supplied the biggest cake ever seen in our village; +and Tom was really as sorry to leave them as they +to lose him, but his sorrow was not unmixed with the +pride and excitement of making a new step in life.</p> + +<p>And this feeling carried him through his first parting +with his mother better than could have been expected. +Their love was as fair and whole as human love can be, +perfect self-sacrifice on the one side, meeting a young and +true heart on the other. It is not within the scope of my +book, however, to speak of family relations, or I should +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> +have much to say on the subject of English mothers,—ay, +and of English fathers, and sisters, and brothers, too.</p> + +<h4>OF PRIVATE SCHOOLS.</h4> + +<p>Neither have I room to speak of our private schools; +what I have to say is about public schools,<a name="FNanchor_38_236" id="FNanchor_38_236"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_236" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> those much-abused +and much-belauded<a name="FNanchor_39_237" id="FNanchor_39_237"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_237" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> institutions peculiar to England. +So we must hurry through Master Tom's year at a +private school as fast as we can.</p> + +<p>It was a fair average specimen, kept by a gentleman, +with another gentleman as second master; but it was little +enough of the real work they did,—merely coming into +school when lessons were prepared and already to be +heard. The whole discipline of the school out of lesson +hours was in the hands of the two ushers,<a name="FNanchor_40_238" id="FNanchor_40_238"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_238" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> one of whom +was always with the boys in their playground, in the school, +at meals,—in fact, at all times and everywhere, till they +were fairly in bed at night.</p> + +<p>Now, the theory of private schools is (or was) constant +supervision out of school; therein differing fundamentally +from that of public schools.</p> + +<p>It may be right or wrong; but, if right, this supervision +surely ought to be the especial work of the head-master, +the responsible person. The object of all schools is not +to cram Latin and Greek into boys, but to make them +good English boys, good future citizens; and by far the +most important part of that work must be done, or not +done, out of school hours. To leave it, therefore, in the +hands of inferior men, is just giving up the highest and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> +hardest part of the work of education. Were I a private +schoolmaster, I should say, let who will hear the boys their +lessons, but let me live with them when they are at play +and rest.</p> + +<p>The two ushers in Tom's first school were not gentlemen, +were very poorly educated, and were only driving their +poor trade of usher to get such living as they could out of +it. They were not bad men, but had little heart for their +work, and, of course, were bent on making it as easy as +possible. One of the methods by which they endeavored +to accomplish this was by encouraging tale-bearing, which +had become a frightfully common vice in the school in +consequence, and had sapped all the foundations of school +morality. Another was, by grossly favoring the biggest +boys, who alone could have given them much trouble; +whereby those young gentlemen became most abominable +tyrants, oppressing the little boys in all the small mean +ways which prevail in private schools.</p> + +<h4>TOM'S FIRST LETTER HOME.</h4> + +<p>Poor little Tom was made dreadfully unhappy in his +first week, by a catastrophe which happened to his first +letter home. With huge labor he had, on the very evening +of his arrival, managed to fill two sides of a sheet of +letter-paper with the assurances of his love for dear +mamma, his happiness at school, and his resolves to do all +she would wish. This missive,<a name="FNanchor_41_239" id="FNanchor_41_239"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_239" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> with the help of the boy +who sat at the desk next him, also a new arrival, he +managed to fold successfully; but this done they were +sadly put to it for means of sealing. Envelopes were then +unknown, they had no wax, and dared not disturb the +stillness of the evening school-room by getting up and +going to ask the usher for some. At length, Tom's friend, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span> +being of an ingenious turn of mind, suggested sealing with +ink, and the letter was accordingly stuck down with a blob +of ink, and duly handed by Tom on his way to bed, to the +housekeeper to be posted. It was not till four days afterward +that the good dame sent for him, and produced the +precious letter and some wax saying, "Oh, Master Brown, +I forgot to tell you before, but your letter isn't sealed." +Poor Tom took the wax in silence and sealed his letter, +with a huge lump rising in his throat during the process, +and then ran away to a quiet corner of the playground, +and burst into an agony of tears. The idea of his mother +waiting day after day for the letter he had promised her +at once, and perhaps thinking him forgetful of her, when +he had done all in his power to make good his promise, +was as bitter a grief as any which he had to undergo for +many a long year. His wrath then was proportionately +violent when he was aware of two boys, who stopped close +by him, and one of whom, a fat gaby<a name="FNanchor_42_240" id="FNanchor_42_240"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_240" class="fnanchor">[42]</a> of a fellow, pointed +at him and called him "Young mammy-sick!" Whereupon +Tom arose, and giving vent thus to his grief and +shame and rage, smote his derider on the nose, and made +it bleed,—which sent that young worthy howling to the +usher, who reported Tom for violent and unprovoked +assault and battery. Hitting in the face was a felony<a name="FNanchor_43_241" id="FNanchor_43_241"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_241" class="fnanchor">[43]</a> +punishable with flogging, other hitting only a misdemeanor,—a +distinction not altogether clear in principle. Tom, +however, escaped the penalty by pleading "primum tempus,"<a name="FNanchor_44_242" id="FNanchor_44_242"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_242" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> +and having written a second letter to his mother, +inclosing some forget-me-nots, which he picked on their +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> +first half-holiday walk, felt quite happy again, and began +to enjoy vastly a good deal of his new life.</p> + +<p>These half-holiday walks were the great events of the +week. The whole fifty boys started after dinner with one +of the ushers for Hazeldown, which was distant some mile +or so from the school. Hazeldown measured some three +miles round, and in the neighborhood were several woods +full of all manner of birds and butterflies. The usher +walked slowly round the down with such boys as liked +to accompany him; the rest scattered in all directions, +being only bound to appear again when the usher had +completed his round, and accompany him home. They +were forbidden, however, to go anywhere except on the +down and into the woods; the village had been especially +prohibited, where huge bulls'-eyes<a name="FNanchor_45_243" id="FNanchor_45_243"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_243" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> and unctuous toffee<a name="FNanchor_46_244" id="FNanchor_46_244"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_244" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> +might be procured in exchange for coin of the realm.</p> + +<h4>THE AMUSEMENTS.</h4> + +<p>Various were the amusements to which the boys then +betook themselves. At the entrance of the down there +was a steep hillock, like the barrows of Tom's own downs. +This mound was the weekly scene of terrific combats, at +a game called by the queer name of "mud-patties." The +boys who played divided into sides under different leaders, +and one side occupied the mound. Then all parties, +having provided themselves with many sods of turf, cut +with their bread-and-cheese knives, the side which remained +at the bottom proceeded to assault the mound, +advancing upon all sides under cover of a heavy fire of +turfs, and then struggling for victory with the occupants, +which was theirs as soon as they could, even for a moment, +clear the summit, when they in turn became the besieged. It +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span> +was a good, rough, dirty game, and of great use in counteracting +the sneaking tendencies of the school. Then +others of the boys spread over the downs, looking for the +holes of humble bees<a name="FNanchor_47_245" id="FNanchor_47_245"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_245" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> and mice, which they dug up without +mercy, often (I regret to say) killing and skinning +the unlucky mice, and (I do not regret to say) getting +well stung by the humble bees. Others went after butterflies +and birds'-eggs in their seasons; and Tom found on +Hazeldown, for the first time, the beautiful little blue +butterfly with golden spots on his wings, which he had +never seen on his own downs, and dug out his first sand-martin's +nest. This latter achievement resulted in a flogging, +for the sand-martins build in a high bank close to the +village, consequently out of bounds;<a name="FNanchor_48_246" id="FNanchor_48_246"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_246" class="fnanchor">[48]</a> but one of the bolder +spirits of the school, who never could be happy unless he +was doing something to which risk attached, easily persuaded +Tom to break bounds and visit the martin's bank. +From whence, it being only a step to the toffee shop, what +could be more simple than to go on there and fill their +pockets? or what more certain than that on their return, +a distribution of treasure having been made, the usher +should shortly detect the forbidden smell of bulls'-eyes, +and, a search ensuing, discover the state of the breeches' +pockets of Tom and his ally?</p> + +<h4>THE REPROBATE.</h4> + +<p>This ally of Tom's was indeed a desperate hero in the +sight of the boys, and feared as one who dealt in magic, +or something approaching thereto. Which reputation +came to him in this wise. The boys went to bed at eight, +and, of course, consequently lay awake in the dark for an +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +hour or two, telling ghost stories by turns. One night +when it came to his turn, and he had dried up their souls +by his story, he suddenly declared that he would make a +fiery hand appear on the door; and, to the astonishment +and terror of the boys in his room, a hand, or something +like it, in pale light, did then and there appear. The fame +of this exploit having spread to the other rooms, and being +discredited there, the young necromancer<a name="FNanchor_49_247" id="FNanchor_49_247"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_247" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> declared that +the same wonder would appear in all the rooms in turn, +which it accordingly did; and the whole circumstances +having been privately reported to one of the ushers as +usual, that functionary, after listening about the doors +of the rooms, by a sudden descent caught the performer +in his nightshirt, with a box of phosphorus<a name="FNanchor_50_248" id="FNanchor_50_248"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_248" class="fnanchor">[50]</a> in his guilty +hand. Lucifer-matches and all the present facilities for +getting acquainted with fire were then unknown: the very +name of phosphorus had something diabolic in it to the +boy mind; so Tom's ally, at the cost of a sound flogging, +earned what many older folks covet much,—the very +decided fear of most of his companions.</p> + +<p>He was a remarkable boy and by no means a bad one. +Tom stuck to him till he left, and got into many scrapes +by so doing. But he was the great opponent of the tale-bearing +habits of the school; and the open enemy of the +ushers; and so worthy of all support.</p> + +<p>Tom imbibed a fair amount of Latin and Greek at the +school, but somehow on the whole it didn't suit him, or +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> +he it, and in the holidays he was constantly working the +Squire to send him at once to a public school. Great was +his joy, then, when in the middle of his third half-year, +in October, 183-, a fever broke out in the village; and +the master having himself slightly sickened of it, the +whole of the boys were sent off at a week's notice to their +respective homes.</p> + +<p>The Squire was not quite so pleased as Master Tom to +see that young gentleman's brown, merry face appear at +home, some two months before the proper time, for the +Christmas Holidays; and so, after putting on his thinking-cap, +he retired to his study and wrote several letters, the +result of which was, that one morning at the breakfast-table, +about a fortnight after Tom's return, he addressed +his wife with: "My dear, I have arranged that Tom shall +go to Rugby<a name="FNanchor_51_249" id="FNanchor_51_249"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_249" class="fnanchor">[51]</a> at once, for the last six weeks of this half-year, +instead of wasting them, riding and loitering about +home. It is very kind of the Doctor<a name="FNanchor_52_250" id="FNanchor_52_250"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_250" class="fnanchor">[52]</a> to allow it. Will +you see that his things are all ready by Friday, when I +shall take him up to town, and send him down the next +day by himself!"</p> + +<p>Mrs. Brown was prepared for the announcement, and +merely suggested a doubt whether Tom were yet old +enough to travel by himself. However, finding both +father and son against her on this point, she gave in, like +a wise woman, and proceeded to prepare Tom's kit<a name="FNanchor_53_251" id="FNanchor_53_251"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_251" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> for his +launch into a public school.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_199" id="Footnote_1_199"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_199"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Country-sides</b>: country districts.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_200" id="Footnote_2_200"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_200"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Turnspit</b>: a kind of dog, formerly trained to turn a spit for roasting +meat.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_201" id="Footnote_3_201"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_201"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Occult</b>: secret or magical.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_202" id="Footnote_4_202"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_202"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Manor</b>: the estate of a lord.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_203" id="Footnote_5_203"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_203"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Publican</b>: an innkeeper.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_204" id="Footnote_6_204"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_204"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Dingle</b>: a narrow valley.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_205" id="Footnote_7_205"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_205"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Wicket</b>: gate.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_206" id="Footnote_8_206"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_206"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Lurcher</b>: a dog that lies in wait for game, more used by poachers or +men that steal game than by sportsmen.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_207" id="Footnote_9_207"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_207"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Lissom</b>: limber.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_208" id="Footnote_10_208"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_208"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Nother</b>: neither.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_209" id="Footnote_11_209"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_209"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Dresser</b>: a sideboard or cupboard.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_210" id="Footnote_12_210"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_210"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Settle</b>: a bench.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_211" id="Footnote_13_211"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_211"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Sampler</b>: a pattern for needlework.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_212" id="Footnote_14_212"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_212"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Flitch</b>: a side of bacon.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_213" id="Footnote_15_213"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_213"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Ingle</b>: chimney-corner.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_214" id="Footnote_16_214"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_214"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>"Mute, inglorious Miltons"</b>: see Gray's "Elegy."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_215" id="Footnote_17_215"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_215"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Stolid</b>: dull.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_216" id="Footnote_18_216"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_216"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Embrangle</b>: mix up.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_217" id="Footnote_19_217"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_217"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Crichton</b>: a Scottish gentleman of the sixteenth century, called for +his learning and skill "The Admirable Crichton."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_218" id="Footnote_20_218"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_218"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>True blue</b>: genuine.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_219" id="Footnote_21_219"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_219"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Tory</b>: a member of the conservative party in politics.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_220" id="Footnote_22_220"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_220"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Corollary</b>: an inference from something before stated.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_221" id="Footnote_23_221"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_221"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Vestry</b>: parish meeting.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_222" id="Footnote_24_222"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_222"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Progenitors</b>: forefathers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_223" id="Footnote_25_223"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_223"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>Close</b>: any inclosed place; here, probably a field.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_224" id="Footnote_26_224"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_224"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Mullioned</b>: subdivided by slender, upright bars or columns.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_225" id="Footnote_27_225"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_225"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>Swiss Family Robinson</b>: a story of the adventures of a shipwrecked +family on a desert island.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_226" id="Footnote_28_226"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_226"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>Choleric</b>: inclined to anger.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_227" id="Footnote_29_227"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_227"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <b>Reconnoitered</b>: here, examined in a general way or at a little distance.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_228" id="Footnote_30_228"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_228"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> <b>Forms</b>: benches.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_229" id="Footnote_31_229"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_229"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> <b>Servants' hall</b>: the servants' dining-room.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_230" id="Footnote_32_230"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_230"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <b>Nether</b>: lower.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_231" id="Footnote_33_231"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_231"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <b>Integuments</b>: garments.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_232" id="Footnote_34_232"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_232"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <b>Prisoner's base</b>, etc.: boys' games.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_233" id="Footnote_35_233"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_233"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <b>Green rides</b>: roads cut through woods or pleasure grounds.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_234" id="Footnote_36_234"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_234"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <b>Raven</b>: a large black bird of the crow family.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_235" id="Footnote_37_235"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_235"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <b>Footman</b>: a man-servant in livery.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_236" id="Footnote_38_236"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_236"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> <b>Public schools</b>: a name given to certain large and richly endowed +schools in England which are chiefly patronized by wealthy men. They +are wholly unlike the public schools of the United States. Eton, Harrow, +Winchester, Rugby, and Westminster are among the best known of this +class of schools.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_237" id="Footnote_39_237"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_237"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> <b>Belauded</b>: praised.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_238" id="Footnote_40_238"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_238"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> <b>Usher</b>: an under-teacher.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_239" id="Footnote_41_239"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_239"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> <b>Missive</b>: anything to be sent; hence, a letter.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_240" id="Footnote_42_240"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_240"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> <b>Gaby</b>: a dunce.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_241" id="Footnote_43_241"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_241"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> <b>Felony</b>: a serious offence or crime.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_242" id="Footnote_44_242"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_242"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> <b>Primum tempus</b>: first time.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_243" id="Footnote_45_243"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_243"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> <b>Bulls'-eyes and toffee</b>: the former are hard balls of sugar, the latter +a kind of candy made of brown sugar and butter.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_244" id="Footnote_46_244"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_244"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> <b>Bulls'-eyes and toffee</b>: the former are hard balls of sugar, the latter +a kind of candy made of brown sugar and butter.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_245" id="Footnote_47_245"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_245"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> <b>Humble bees</b>: "bumble-bees."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_48_246" id="Footnote_48_246"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_246"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> <b>Bounds</b>: the school limits, beyond which boys are not to go without +permission.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_49_247" id="Footnote_49_247"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_247"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> <b>Necromancer</b>: (one who communes with the dead) a conjurer.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_50_248" id="Footnote_50_248"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_248"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> <b>Phosphorus</b>: the yellowish, inflammable substance used in making +common matches—in a pure state it burns on exposure to air. Matches—called +"Lucifers" or "light-bringers"—were invented in England about +1829. Previous to that time the only way of striking a light was by flint +and steel, the spark being caught on a bit of tinder (half-burnt rag) which +was then blown into a blaze.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_51_249" id="Footnote_51_249"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_249"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> <b>Rugby</b>: a small village in Warwickshire on the river Avon, nearly in +the centre of England. It is the seat of Rugby School,—one of the great +public schools,—and was founded by Lawrence Sheriff, a native of the +neighboring village of Brownsover, in the reign of Queen Elizabeth. The +school owes its fame chiefly to Dr. Arnold, who became head master in +1827, and held the position until his death in 1842.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_52_250" id="Footnote_52_250"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_250"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> <b>Doctor</b>: Dr. Arnold.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_53_251" id="Footnote_53_251"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_251"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> <b>Kit</b>: here, clothes.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h3>THE STAGE COACH.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"Let the steam-pot hiss till it's hot,<br /> +Give me the speed of the Tantivy trot."<br /> +</p></div> + +<p style='text-align:right'><i>Coaching song by R. E. E. Warburton, Esq.</i></p> +</div> + + +<p>"Now, sir, time to get up, if you please. Tally-ho<a name="FNanchor_1_252" id="FNanchor_1_252"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_252" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> +coach for Leicester'll be round in half an hour, +and don't wait for nobody." So spake the Boots<a name="FNanchor_2_253" id="FNanchor_2_253"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_253" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> of the +Peacock Inn, Islington,<a name="FNanchor_3_254" id="FNanchor_3_254"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_254" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> at half-past two o'clock on the +morning of a day in the early part of November, 183-, +giving Tom at the same time a shake by the shoulder, and +then putting down a candle and carrying off his shoes to +clean.</p> + +<h4>TOM ARRIVES IN TOWN.</h4> + +<p>Tom and his father arrived in town from Berkshire the +day before, and finding, on inquiry, that the Birmingham +coaches which ran from the city did not pass through +Rugby, but deposited their passengers at Dunchurch, a +village three miles distant on the main road, where said +passengers had to wait for the Oxford and Leicester coach +in the evening, or to take a post-chaise,<a name="FNanchor_4_255" id="FNanchor_4_255"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_255" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> had resolved that +Tom should travel down by the Tally-ho, which diverged +from the main road and passed through Rugby itself. +And as the Tally-ho was an early coach, they had driven +out to the Peacock to be on the road.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span></p> +<p>Tom had never been in London, and would have liked +to have stopped at the Belle Sauvage,<a name="FNanchor_5_256" id="FNanchor_5_256"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_256" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> where they had +been put down by the Star,<a name="FNanchor_6_257" id="FNanchor_6_257"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_257" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> just at dusk, that he might +have gone roving about those endless, mysterious, gas-lit +streets, which, with their glare and hum and moving +crowds, excited him so that he couldn't talk even. But as +soon as he found that the Peacock arrangement would get +him to Rugby by twelve o'clock in the day, whereas otherwise +he wouldn't be there till the evening, all other plans +melted away; his one absorbing aim being to become a +public-school boy as fast as possible, and six hours sooner +or later seeming to him of the most alarming importance.</p> + +<p>Tom and his father had alighted at the Peacock at +about seven in the evening; and having heard with unfeigned +joy the paternal order at the bar, of steaks and +oyster-sauce for supper in half an hour, and seen his +father seated cosily by the bright fire in the coffee-room +with the paper in his hand, Tom had run out to see about +him, had wondered at all the vehicles passing and repassing, +and had fraternized with the boots and hostler, +from whom he ascertained that the Tally-ho was a tip-top +goer, ten miles an hour including stoppages, and so +punctual that all the road set their clocks by her.</p> + +<h4>SQUIRE BROWN'S PARTING WORDS.</h4> + +<p>Then being summoned to supper, he had regaled himself +in one of the bright little boxes<a name="FNanchor_7_258" id="FNanchor_7_258"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_258" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> of the Peacock coffee-room, +on the beefsteak and unlimited oyster-sauce; had +at first attended to the excellent advice which his father +was bestowing on him and then begun nodding, from the +united effects of the fire and the lecture. Till the Squire, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> +observing Tom's state, and remembering that it was nearly +nine o'clock, and that the Tally-ho left at three, sent the +little fellow off to the chambermaid, with a shake of the +hand (Tom having stipulated in the morning before +starting, that kissing should now cease between them) +and a few parting words.</p> + +<p>"And now, Tom, my boy," said the Squire, "remember +you are going, at your own earnest request, to be +chucked into this great school, like a young bear, with +all your troubles before you,—earlier than we should have +sent you perhaps. If schools are what they were in my +time, you'll see a great many cruel blackguard things +done, and hear a deal of foul bad talk. But never fear. +You tell the truth, keep a brave and kind heart, and +never listen to or say anything you wouldn't have your +mother and sister hear, and you'll never feel ashamed to +come home, or we to see you."</p> + +<p>The allusion to his mother made Tom feel rather choky, +and he would have liked to have hugged his father well, +if it hadn't been for the recent stipulation.</p> + +<p>As it was, he only squeezed his father's hand, and +looked bravely up and said: "I'll try, father."</p> + +<p>"I know you will, my boy. Is your money all safe?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Tom, diving into one pocket to make +sure.</p> + +<p>"And your keys," said the Squire.</p> + +<p>"All right," said Tom, diving into the other pocket.</p> + +<p>"Well, then, good-night. God bless you! I'll tell +Boots to call you, and be up to see you off."</p> + +<p>Tom was carried off by the chambermaid in a brown +study,<a name="FNanchor_8_259" id="FNanchor_8_259"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_259" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> from which he was roused in a clean little attic, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> +by that buxom<a name="FNanchor_9_260" id="FNanchor_9_260"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_260" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> person calling him a little darling, and +kissing him as she left the room; which indignity he was +too much surprised to resent. And still thinking of his +father's last words, and the look with which they were +spoken, he knelt down and prayed that, come what might, +he might never bring shame or sorrow on the dear folk at +home.</p> + +<h4>THE SQUIRE'S MEDITATIONS.</h4> + +<p>Indeed, the Squire's last words deserved to have their +effect, for they had been the result of much anxious +thought. All the way up to London he had pondered +what he should say to Tom by way of parting advice; +something that the boy could keep in his head ready for +use. By way of assisting meditation, he had even gone +the length of taking out his flint and steel and tinder, and +hammering away for a quarter of an hour till he had +manufactured a light for a long cheroot,<a name="FNanchor_10_261" id="FNanchor_10_261"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_261" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> which he silently +puffed; to the no small wonder of Coachee, who was an +old friend, and an institution on the Bath road; and who +always expected a talk on the prospects and doings, agricultural +and social, of the whole country when he carried +the Squire.</p> + +<p>To condense the Squire's meditation, it was somewhat +as follows: "I won't tell him to read his Bible, and love +and serve God; if he doesn't do that for his mother's +sake and teaching, he won't for mine. Shall I go into +the sort of temptations he'll meet with? No, I can't do +that. Never do for an old fellow to go into such things +with a boy. He won't understand me. Do him more +harm than good, ten to one. Shall I tell him to mind his +work, and say he's sent to school to make himself a good +scholar? Well, but he isn't sent to school for that,—at +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> +any rate not for that mainly. I don't care a straw for +Greek particles, or the digamma;<a name="FNanchor_11_262" id="FNanchor_11_262"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_262" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> no more does his +mother. What is he sent to school for? Well, partly +because he wanted so to go. If he'll only turn out a brave, +helpful, truth-telling Englishman, and a gentleman, and +a Christian, that's all I want," thought the Squire; and +upon this view of the case he framed the last words of advice +to Tom, which were well enough suited to his purpose.</p> + +<h4>THE TALLY-HO.</h4> + +<p>For they were Tom's first thoughts as he tumbled out +of bed at the summons of Boots, and proceeded rapidly to +wash and dress himself. At ten minutes to three he was +down in the coffee-room in his stockings, carrying his hat-box, +coat, and comforter in his hand, and there he found +his father nursing a bright fire, and a cup of hot coffee +and a hard biscuit<a name="FNanchor_12_263" id="FNanchor_12_263"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_263" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> on the table.</p> + +<p>"Now then, Tom, give us your things here, and drink +this; there's nothing like starting warm, old fellow."</p> + +<p>Tom addressed himself to the coffee, and prattled away +while he worked himself into his shoes and his great-coat, +well warmed through,—a Petersham coat with velvet collar, +made tight after the abominable fashion of those days. And +just as he was swallowing his last mouthful, winding his +comforter round his throat, and tucking the ends into the +breast of his coat, the horn sounds, Boots looks in and +says, "Tally-ho, sir;" and they hear the ring and the rattle +of the four fast trotters and the town-made drag<a name="FNanchor_13_264" id="FNanchor_13_264"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_264" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> as it +dashes up to the Peacock.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span></p> +<p>"Anything for us, Bob?" says the burly guard,<a name="FNanchor_14_265" id="FNanchor_14_265"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_265" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> dropping +down from behind, and slapping himself across the +chest.</p> + +<p>"Young genl'm'n, Rugby; three parcels, Leicester; +hamper<a name="FNanchor_15_266" id="FNanchor_15_266"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_266" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> o' game, Rugby" answers Ostler.</p> + +<p>"Tell young gent to look alive," says guard, opening +the hind-boot<a name="FNanchor_16_267" id="FNanchor_16_267"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_267" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> and shooting in the parcels after examining +them by the lamps. "Here, shove the portmanteau<a name="FNanchor_17_268" id="FNanchor_17_268"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_268" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> up +a-top,—I'll fasten him presently. Now then, sir, jump up +behind."</p> + +<p>"Good-by, father—my love at home." A last shake of +the hand. Up goes Tom, the guard catching his hat-box +and holding on with one hand, while with the other he +claps the horn to his mouth. Toot, toot, toot! the ostlers +let go their heads, the four bays plunge at the collar, and +away goes the Tally-ho into the darkness, forty-five seconds +from the time they pulled up; Ostler, Boots, and the +Squire stand looking after them under the Peacock lamp.</p> + +<p>"Sharp work!" says the Squire, and goes in again to +his bed, the coach being well out of sight and hearing.</p> + +<p>Tom stands up on the coach and looks back at his +father's figure as long as he can see it, and then the guard, +having disposed of his luggage, comes to an anchor, and +finishes his buttonings and other preparations for facing +the three hours before dawn; no joke for those who +minded cold, on a fast coach in November, in the reign +of his late majesty.</p> + +<h4>A NOVEMBER RIDE IN OLD TIMES.</h4> + +<p>I sometimes think that you boys of this generation are +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> +a deal tenderer fellows than we used to be. At any rate +you are much more comfortable travellers, for I see every +one of you with his rug or plaid,<a name="FNanchor_18_269" id="FNanchor_18_269"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_269" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> and other dodges for +preserving the caloric,<a name="FNanchor_19_270" id="FNanchor_19_270"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_270" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> and most of you going in those +fuzzy, dusty, padded, first-class carriages.<a name="FNanchor_20_271" id="FNanchor_20_271"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_271" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> It was another +affair altogether, a dark ride on the top of the Tally-ho, +I can tell you, in a tight Petersham coat, and your feet +dangling six inches from the floor. Then you knew what +cold was, and what it was to be without legs, for not a bit +of feeling had you in them after the first half hour. But +it had its pleasures,—the cold, dark ride. First there was +the consciousness of silent endurance, so dear to every +Englishman,—of standing out against something, and not +giving in. Then there was the music of the rattling harness, +and the ring of the horses' feet on the hard road, and +the glare of the two bright lamps through the steaming +hoar-frost,<a name="FNanchor_21_272" id="FNanchor_21_272"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_272" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> over the leader's ears, into the darkness; and +the cheery toot of the guard's horn, to warn some drowsy +pikeman<a name="FNanchor_22_273" id="FNanchor_22_273"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_273" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> or the ostler at the next change; and the looking +forward to daylight—and last, but not least, the +delight of returning sensation in your toes.</p> + +<p>Then the break of dawn and the sunrise, where can they +be ever seen in perfection but from a coach roof? You +want motion and change and music to see them in their +glory; not the music of singing men and singing women, +but good silent music, which sets itself in your own head, +the accompaniment of work and getting over the ground.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span></p> +<p>The Tally-ho is past St. Albans,<a name="FNanchor_23_274" id="FNanchor_23_274"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_274" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> and Tom is enjoying +the ride, though half frozen. The guard, who is alone +with him on the back of the coach, is silent, but has muffled +Tom's feet up in straw, and put the end of an oat-sack +over his knees. The darkness has driven him inward, and +he has gone over his little past life, and thought of all his +doings and promises, and of his mother and sister, and his +father's last words; and has made fifty good resolutions, +and means to bear himself like a brave Brown as he is, +though a young one. Then he has been forward into the +mysterious boy-future, speculating as to what sort of a +place Rugby is, and what they do there, and calling up all +the stories of public schools which he has heard from big +boys in the holidays. He is chock full of hope and life, +notwithstanding the cold, and kicks his heels against the +backboard, and would like to sing, only he doesn't know +how his friend the silent guard might take it.</p> + +<h4>"PULLING UP."</h4> + +<p>And now the dawn breaks at the end of the fourth +stage,<a name="FNanchor_24_275" id="FNanchor_24_275"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_275" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> and the coach pulls up at a little road-side inn with +huge stables behind. There is a bright fire gleaming +through the red curtains of the bar-window, and the door +is open. The coachman catches his whip into a double +thong, and throws it to the ostler; the steam of the horses +rises straight up into the air. He has put them along over +the last two miles, and is two minutes before his time. +He rolls down from the box and into the inn. The guard +rolls off behind. "Now, sir," says he to Tom, "you just +jump down, and I'll give you a drop of something to keep +the cold out."</p> + +<p>Tom finds a difficulty in jumping, or, indeed, in finding +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span> +the top of the wheel with his feet, which may be in the +next world, for all he feels; so the guard picks him off +the coach-top, and sets him on his legs, and they stump off +into the bar, and join the coachman and the other outside +passengers.</p> + +<p>Here a fresh-looking barmaid serves them each with a +glass of early purl<a name="FNanchor_25_276" id="FNanchor_25_276"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_276" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> as they stand before the fire, coachman +and guard exchanging business remarks. The purl warms +Tom up and makes him cough.</p> + +<p>"Rare tackle<a name="FNanchor_26_277" id="FNanchor_26_277"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_277" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> that, sir, of a cold morning," says the +coachman, smiling. "Time's up." They are out again +and up; coachee the last, gathering the reins into his +hands and talking to Jem, the ostler, about the mare's +shoulder, and then swinging himself up on to the box,—the +horses dashing off in a canter before he falls into his +seat. Toot-toot-tootle-too goes the horn, and away they +are again, five-and-thirty miles on their road (nearly half +way to Rugby, thinks Tom), and the prospect of breakfast +at the end of the stage.</p> + +<h4>MORNING SIGHTS AND DOINGS.</h4> + +<p>And now they begin to see, and the early life of the +country-side comes out: a market cart or two, men in +smock-frocks going to their work, pipe in mouth, a whiff +of which is no bad smell this bright morning. The sun +gets up, and the mist shines like silver gauze. They pass +the hounds jogging along to a distant meet,<a name="FNanchor_27_278" id="FNanchor_27_278"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_278" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> at the heels +of the huntsman's hack,<a name="FNanchor_28_279" id="FNanchor_28_279"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_279" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> whose face is about the color of +the tails of his old pink,<a name="FNanchor_29_280" id="FNanchor_29_280"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_280" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> as he exchanges greetings with +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +the coachman and guard. Now they pull up at a lodge,<a name="FNanchor_30_281" id="FNanchor_30_281"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_281" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> +and take on board a well-muffled-up sportsman, with his +gun-case and carpet-bag. An early up-coach meets them +and the coachmen gather up their horses, and pass one +another with the accustomed lift of the elbow, each team +doing eleven miles an hour, with a mile to spare behind, +if necessary. And here comes breakfast.</p> + +<p>"Twenty minutes here, gentlemen," says the coachman, +as they pull up at half-past seven at the inn-door.</p> + +<h4>BREAKFAST.</h4> + +<p>Have we not endured nobly this morning, and is not +this a worthy reward for much endurance? There is the +low dark wainscoted<a name="FNanchor_31_282" id="FNanchor_31_282"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_282" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> room hung with sporting prints; the +hat-stand (with a whip or two standing up in it belonging +to bagmen,<a name="FNanchor_32_283" id="FNanchor_32_283"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_283" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> who are still snug in bed) by the door; the +blazing fire, with the quaint old glass over the mantel-piece, +in which is stuck a large card with the lists of the +meets for the week of the county hounds. The table +covered with the whitest of cloths and of china, and bearing +a pigeon pie, ham, round of cold boiled beef cut from +a mammoth ox, and the great loaf of household bread on +a wooden trencher.<a name="FNanchor_33_284" id="FNanchor_33_284"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_284" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> And here comes in the stout head +waiter, puffing under a tray of hot viands; kidneys and a +steak, transparent rashers<a name="FNanchor_34_285" id="FNanchor_34_285"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_285" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> and poached eggs, buttered +toast and muffins, coffee and tea all smoking hot. The +table can never hold it all; the cold meats are removed to +the sideboard; they were only put on for show and to give +us an appetite. And now fall on, gentlemen all. It is a +well-known sporting house, and the breakfasts are famous. +Two or three men in pink, on their way to the meet, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> +drop in, and are very jovial and sharp-set, as indeed we +all are.</p> + +<p>"Tea or coffee, sir?" says head waiter, coming round +to Tom.</p> + +<p>"Coffee, please," says Tom with his mouth full of +muffin and kidneys; coffee is a treat to him, tea is not.</p> + +<p>Our coachman, I perceive, who breakfasts with us, is a +cold-beef man. He also eschews hot potations, and addicts +himself to a tankard of ale, which is brought him +by the barmaid. Sportsman looks on approvingly, and +orders a ditto for himself.</p> + +<p>Tom has eaten kidney and pigeon pie, and imbibed +coffee, till his little skin is as tight as a drum; and then +has the further pleasure of paying head waiter out of his +own purse, in a dignified manner, and walks out before +the inn-door to see the horses put to. This is done +leisurely and in a highly finished manner by the ostlers, +as if they enjoyed the not being hurried. Coachman comes +out with his way-bill,<a name="FNanchor_35_286" id="FNanchor_35_286"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_286" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> and puffing a fat cigar which the +sportsman has given him. Guard emerges from the tap,<a name="FNanchor_36_287" id="FNanchor_36_287"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_287" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> +where he prefers breakfasting, licking round a tough-looking +doubtful cheroot, which you might tie round your +finger, and three whiffs of which would knock any one +else out of time.</p> + +<p>The pinks<a name="FNanchor_37_288" id="FNanchor_37_288"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_288" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> stand about the inn-door lighting cigars and +waiting to see us start, while their hacks are led up and +down the market-place on which the inn looks. They all +know our sportsman, and we feel a reflected credit when +we see him chatting and laughing with them.</p> + +<p>"Now, sir, please," says the coachman; all the rest of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +the passengers are up; the guard is locking up the hind-boot.</p> + +<p>"A good run to you," says the sportsman to the pinks, +and is by the coachman's side in no time.</p> + +<p>"Let 'em go, Dick!" The ostlers fly back, drawing off +the cloths from their glossy loins, and away we go through +the market-place and down the High Street,<a name="FNanchor_38_289" id="FNanchor_38_289"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_289" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> looking +in at the first-floor<a name="FNanchor_39_290" id="FNanchor_39_290"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_290" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> windows, and seeing several worthy +burgesses<a name="FNanchor_40_291" id="FNanchor_40_291"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_291" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> shaving thereat; while all the shop-boys who +are cleaning the windows, and the house-maids who are +doing the steps, stop and looked pleased as we rattle past, +as if we were a part of their legitimate morning's amusement. +We clear the town, and are well out between the +hedgerows again as the town clock strikes eight.</p> + +<h4>GUARD DISCOURSES ON RUGBY.</h4> + +<p>The sun shines almost warmly, and breakfast has oiled +all springs and loosened all tongues. Tom is encouraged +by a remark or two of the guard's between the puffs of +his oily cheroot, and besides is getting tired of not talking. +He is too full of his destination to talk about anything +else; and so asks the guard if he knows Rugby.</p> + +<p>"Goes through it every day of my life. Twenty minutes +before twelve down—ten o'clock up."</p> + +<p>"What sort of a place is it, please?" says Tom.</p> + +<p>Guard looks at him with a comical expression. "Werry +out-o'-the-way place, sir, no paving to streets, nor no lighting. +'Mazin' big horse and cattle fair in autumn—lasts +a week—just over now. Takes town a week to get clean +after it. Fairish hunting country. But slow place, sir, +slow place; off the main road, you see—only three coaches +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +a day, 'an one on 'em a two-oss van,<a name="FNanchor_41_292" id="FNanchor_41_292"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_292" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> more like a hearse +nor<a name="FNanchor_42_293" id="FNanchor_42_293"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_293" class="fnanchor">[42]</a> a coach—Regulator<a name="FNanchor_43_294" id="FNanchor_43_294"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_294" class="fnanchor">[43]</a>—comes from Oxford. Young +genl'm'n at school calls her Pig and Whistle, and goes +up to college by her (six miles an hour) when they goes +to enter. Belong to school, sir?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," says Tom, not unwilling for a moment that the +guard should think him an old boy; but then having +some qualms as to the truth of the assertion, and seeing +that if he were to assume the character of an old boy he +couldn't go on asking the questions he wanted, added—"that +is to say, I'm on my way there. I'm a new boy."</p> + +<p>The guard looked as if he knew this quite as well as +Tom.</p> + +<p>"You're werry late, sir," says the guard; "only six +weeks to-day to the end of the half."<a name="FNanchor_44_295" id="FNanchor_44_295"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_295" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> Tom assented. +"We takes up fine loads this day six weeks, and Monday +and Tuesday arter.<a name="FNanchor_45_296" id="FNanchor_45_296"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_296" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> Hopes we shall have the pleasure of +carrying you back."</p> + +<p>Tom said he hoped they would; but he thought within +himself that his fate would probably be the Pig and +Whistle.<a name="FNanchor_46_297" id="FNanchor_46_297"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_297" class="fnanchor">[46]</a></p> + +<h4>PEA-SHOOTERS.</h4> + +<p>"It pays uncommon cert'nly," continues the guard.</p> + +<p>"Werry free with their cash is the young genl'm'n. But, +Lor' bless you, we gets into such rows all 'long the road, +what wi' their pea-shooters,<a name="FNanchor_47_298" id="FNanchor_47_298"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_298" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> and long whips and hollering, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +and upsetting every one as comes by; I'd a sight sooner +carry one or two on 'em, sir, as I may be a carryin' of you +now, than a coach-load."</p> + +<p>"What do they do with the pea-shooters?" inquires +Tom.</p> + +<p>"Do wi' 'em! why, peppers every one's faces as we +comes near, 'cept the young gals, and breaks windows +wi' them, too, some on 'em shoots so hard. Now 'twas +just here last June, as we was a driving up the first-day +boys,<a name="FNanchor_48_299" id="FNanchor_48_299"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_299" class="fnanchor">[48]</a> they was mendin' a quarter-mile of road, and there +was a lot of Irish chaps, reg'lar roughs, a breaking stones. +As we comes up, 'Now boys,' says young gent on the box +(smart young fellow, and desper't reckless), 'here's fun! +let the Pats have it about the ears.' 'God's sake, sir,' +says Bob (that's my mate the coachman), 'don't go for to +shoot at 'em, they'll knock us off the coach.' 'Coachee,' +says young my lord, 'you ain't afraid; hoora, boys! let +'em have it.' 'Hoora!' sings out the others, and fill their +mouths chuck full of peas to last the whole line. Bob, +seeing as 'twas to come, knocks his hat over his eyes, +hollers to his 'osses, and shakes 'em up, and away we goes +up to the line on 'em, twenty miles an hour. The Pats +begin to hoora, too, thinking it was a runaway, and first lot +on 'em stands grinnin' and wavin' their old hats as we +comes abreast on 'em; and then you'd ha' laughed to see +how took aback and choking savage they looked, when +they gets the peas a stinging all over 'em. But bless you, +the laugh weren't all of our side, sir, by a long way. We +was going so fast, and they was so took aback, that they +didn't take what was up till we was half-way up the line. Then +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +'twas 'Look out all,' surely. They howls all down +the line fit to frighten you, some on 'em runs arter us and +tries to clamber up behind, only we hits 'em over the +fingers and pulls their hands off; one as had had it very +sharp act'ly<a name="FNanchor_49_300" id="FNanchor_49_300"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_300" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> runs right at the leaders, as though he'd +ketch 'em by the heads, only luck'ly for him he misses his +tip<a name="FNanchor_50_301" id="FNanchor_50_301"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_301" class="fnanchor">[50]</a> and comes over a heap o' stones first. The rest picks +up stones, and gives it us right away till we gets out of +shot, the young gents holding out werry manful with the +pea-shooters and such stones as lodged on us, and a pretty +many there was, too. Then Bob picks hisself up again, +and looks at young gent on box werry solemn. Bob'd +had a rum un<a name="FNanchor_51_302" id="FNanchor_51_302"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_302" class="fnanchor">[51]</a> in the ribs, which'd like to ha' knocked +him off the box, or made him drop the reins. Young +gent on box picks hisself up, and so does we all, and +looks round to count damage. Box's head<a name="FNanchor_52_303" id="FNanchor_52_303"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_303" class="fnanchor">[52]</a> cut open +and his hat gone; 'nother young gent's hat gone; mine +knocked in at the side, and not one on us as wasn't black +and blue somewheres or another, most on 'em all over. +Two pounds ten to pay for damage to paint, which they +subscribed for there and then, and give Bob and me a +extra half-sovereign each; but I wouldn't go down that +line again not for twenty half-sovereigns." And the guard +shook his head slowly, and got up and blew a clear brisk +toot-toot.</p> + +<p>"What fun!" said Tom, who could scarcely contain his +pride at this exploit of his future schoolfellows. He +longed already for the end of the half that he might join +them.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span></p> +<p>"'Tain't such good fun, though, sir, for the folks as +meets the coach, nor for we who has to go back with it +next day. Them Irishers last summer had all got stones +ready for us, and was all but letting drive, and we'd got +two reverend gents aboard, too. We pulled up at the +beginning of the line, and pacified them, and we're never +going to carry no more pea-shooters, unless they promises +not to fire where there is a line of Irish chaps a stone-breaking." +The guard stopped and pulled away at his +cheroot, regarding Tom benignantly the while.</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't stop! tell us something more about the pea-shooting."</p> + +<h4>AN OLD YEOMAN.</h4> + +<p>"Well, there'd like to have been a pretty piece of work +over it at Bicester, a while back. We was six mile from +the town, when we meets an old square-headed gray-haired +yeoman chap, a jogging along quite quiet. He looks up +at the coach, and just then a pea hits him on the nose, +and some catches his cob<a name="FNanchor_53_304" id="FNanchor_53_304"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_304" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> behind and makes him dance +up on his hind legs. I see'd the old boy's face flush and +look plaguy awkward, and I thought we was in for somethin' +ugly.</p> + +<p>"He turns his cob's head, and rides quietly after us, +just out of shot. How that ere cob did step! we never +shook him off not a dozen yards in the six miles. At first +the young gents was werry lively on him: but afore we +got in, seeing how steady the old chap come on, they was +quite quiet, and laid their heads together what they should +do. Some was for fighting, some for axing his pardon. +He rides into the town close after us, comes up when we +stops, and says the two as shot at him must come before +a magistrate; and a great crowd comes round, and we +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span> +couldn't get the 'osses to. But the young uns they all +stand by one another, and says all or none must go, and +as how they'd fight it out, and have to be carried. Just as +'twas gettin' serious, and the old boy and the mob was +going to pull 'em off the coach, one little fellow jumps up +and says: 'Here—I'll stay—I'm only going three miles +further. My father's name's Davis, he's known about +here, and I'll go before the magistrate with this gentleman.' +'What! be thee parson Davis's son?' says the old +boy. 'Yes,' says the young un. 'Well, I be mortal sorry +to meet thee in such company, but for thy father's sake +and thine (for thee bi'st<a name="FNanchor_54_305" id="FNanchor_54_305"></a><a href="#Footnote_54_305" class="fnanchor">[54]</a> a brave young chap) I'll say no +more about it.' Didn't the boys cheer him, and the mob +cheered the young chap—and then one of the biggest +gets down, and begs his pardon werry gentlemanly for all +the rest, saying as they all had been plaguy vexed from +the first, but didn't like to ax his pardon till then, 'cause +they felt they hadn't ought to shirk the consequences +of their joke. And then they all got down, and shook +hands with the old boy, and asked him to all parts of the +country, to their homes, and we drives off twenty minutes +behind time with cheering and hollering as if we was +county members.<a name="FNanchor_55_306" id="FNanchor_55_306"></a><a href="#Footnote_55_306" class="fnanchor">[55]</a> But, Lor' bless you, sir," says the +guard smacking his hand down on his knee and looking +full into Tom's face, "ten minutes arter they was all as +bad as ever."</p> + +<h4>BLOW-HARD AND HIS YARNS.</h4> + +<p>Tom showed such undisguised and open-mouthed interest +in his narrations, that the old guard rubbed up his +memory, and launched out into a graphic history of all +the performances of the boys on the road for the last +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +twenty years. Off the road he couldn't go; the exploit +must have been connected with horses or vehicles to hang +in the old fellow's head. Tom tried him off his own +ground once or twice, but found he knew nothing beyond, +and so let him have his head, and the rest of the road +bowled easily away; for old Blow-hard (as the boys called +him) was a dry old file,<a name="FNanchor_56_307" id="FNanchor_56_307"></a><a href="#Footnote_56_307" class="fnanchor">[56]</a> with much kindness and humor, +and a capital spinner of a yarn when he had broken the +neck of his day's work, and got plenty of ale under his +belt.</p> + +<p>What struck Tom's youthful imagination most, was the +desperate and lawless character of most of the stories. +Was the guard hoaxing him? He couldn't help hoping +that they were true. It's very odd how almost all English +boys love danger; you can get ten to join a game, or climb +a tree, or swim a stream, when there's a chance of breaking +their limbs or getting drowned, for one who'll stay on +level ground, or in his depth, or play quoits or bowls.<a name="FNanchor_57_308" id="FNanchor_57_308"></a><a href="#Footnote_57_308" class="fnanchor">[57]</a></p> + +<h4>THE RUNNERS.</h4> + +<p>The guard had just finished an account of a desperate +fight which had happened at one of the fairs between the +drovers and the farmers with their whips, and the boys +with cricket-bats and wickets,<a name="FNanchor_58_309" id="FNanchor_58_309"></a><a href="#Footnote_58_309" class="fnanchor">[58]</a> which arose out of a playful +but objectionable practice of the boys going round to the +public houses and taking the linch-pins out of the wheels +of the gigs, and was moralizing upon the way in which +the Doctor, "a terrible stern man he'd heard tell," had +come down upon several of the performers, "sending +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +three on 'em off next morning, each in a po-chay<a name="FNanchor_59_310" id="FNanchor_59_310"></a><a href="#Footnote_59_310" class="fnanchor">[59]</a> with +a parish constable," when they turned a corner and neared +the milestone, the third from Rugby. By the stone two boys +stood, their jackets buttoned tight, waiting for the coach.</p> + +<p>"Look here, sir," says the guard, after giving a sharp +toot-toot, "there's two on 'em, out and out runners they +be. They comes out about twice or three times a week, +and spurts a mile alongside of us."</p> + +<p>And as they came up, sure enough, away went two +boys along the footpath, keeping up with the horses; the +first a light, clean-made fellow going on springs, the other, +stout and round shouldered, laboring in his pace, but +going as dogged as a bull-terrier.</p> + +<p>Old Blow-hard looked on admiringly. "See how beautiful +that there un holds hisself together, and goes from +his hips, sir," said he; "he's a 'mazin' fine runner. Now +many coachmen as drives a first-rate team'd put it on and +try and pass 'em. But Bob, sir, bless you, he's tender-hearted; +he'd sooner pull in a bit if he see'd 'em a gettin' +beat. I do b'lieve, too, as that there un'd sooner break his +heart than let us go by him afore next milestone."</p> + +<p>At the second milestone the boys pulled up short, and +waved their hats to the guard, who had his watch out and +shouted "4.56," thereby indicating that the mile had been +done in four seconds under the five minutes. They passed +several more parties of boys, all of them objects of the +deepest interest to Tom, and came in sight of the town at +ten minutes before twelve. Tom fetched a long breath, +and thought he had never spent a pleasanter day. Before +he went to bed he had quite settled that it must be the +greatest day he should ever spend, and didn't alter his +opinion for many a long year,—if he has yet.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_252" id="Footnote_1_252"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_252"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Tally-ho</b>: the cry with which huntsmen urge on their hounds; here, +a name given to a fast coach.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_253" id="Footnote_2_253"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_253"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Boots</b>: a servant in an inn who blacks boots, etc.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_254" id="Footnote_3_254"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_254"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Islington</b>: a northern suburb of London.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_255" id="Footnote_4_255"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_255"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Post-chaise</b>: a hired carriage.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_256" id="Footnote_5_256"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_256"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Belle Sauvage</b>: a famous old inn, formerly in the centre of London.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_257" id="Footnote_6_257"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_257"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Star</b>: the name of the coach which brought the Squire and Tom to +London.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_258" id="Footnote_7_258"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_258"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Boxes</b>: inclosed places for eating.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_259" id="Footnote_8_259"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_259"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Brown study</b>: meditation without any particular object of thought.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_260" id="Footnote_9_260"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_260"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Buxom</b>: rosy with health, merry.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_261" id="Footnote_10_261"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_261"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Cheroot</b>: a kind of cigar.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_262" id="Footnote_11_262"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_262"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Digamma</b>: an ancient letter of the Greek alphabet. Greek particles +are prepositions and conjunctions—hence nice or difficult points of Greek +grammar.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_263" id="Footnote_12_263"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_263"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Hard biscuit</b>: cracker.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_264" id="Footnote_13_264"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_264"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Drag</b>: a four-horse coach.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_265" id="Footnote_14_265"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_265"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Guard</b>: a person having charge of a mail-coach, a conductor.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_266" id="Footnote_15_266"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_266"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Hamper</b>: a large, strongly made packing basket.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_267" id="Footnote_16_267"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_267"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Hind-boot</b>: a place at the end of a coach for luggage.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_268" id="Footnote_17_268"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_268"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Portmanteau</b>: travelling bag.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_269" id="Footnote_18_269"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_269"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Rug or plaid</b>: a thick shawl or other wrap.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_270" id="Footnote_19_270"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_270"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Caloric</b>: here, heat of the body.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_271" id="Footnote_20_271"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_271"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>First-class carriages</b>: in England the railway cars (called "carriages") +are divided into first, second, and third class.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_272" id="Footnote_21_272"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_272"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Hoar-frost</b>: frozen dew.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_273" id="Footnote_22_273"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_273"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Pikeman</b>: the man who takes toll on a turnpike.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_274" id="Footnote_23_274"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_274"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>St. Albans</b>: about twenty miles north of London.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_275" id="Footnote_24_275"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_275"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Stage</b>: division of a journey.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_276" id="Footnote_25_276"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_276"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>Purl</b>: a hot drink made of beer and other ingredients.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_277" id="Footnote_26_277"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_277"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Tackle</b>: stuff.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_278" id="Footnote_27_278"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_278"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>Meet</b>: a gathering of huntsmen for a hunt.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_279" id="Footnote_28_279"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_279"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>Hack</b>: here, nag or horse kept for rough riding.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_280" id="Footnote_29_280"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_280"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <b>Old pink</b>: a red hunting-coat.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_281" id="Footnote_30_281"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_281"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> <b>Lodge</b>: a gentleman's house.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_282" id="Footnote_31_282"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_282"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> <b>Wainscoted</b>: lined with boards or panels.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_283" id="Footnote_32_283"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_283"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <b>Bagmen</b>: commercial travellers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_284" id="Footnote_33_284"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_284"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <b>Trencher</b>: a large wooden plate.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_285" id="Footnote_34_285"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_285"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <b>Rashers</b>: thin slices of bacon.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_286" id="Footnote_35_286"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_286"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <b>Way-bill</b>: a list of passengers in a public vehicle.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_287" id="Footnote_36_287"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_287"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <b>Tap</b>: bar-room.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_288" id="Footnote_37_288"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_288"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <b>Pinks</b>: huntsmen.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_289" id="Footnote_38_289"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_289"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> <b>High Street</b>: the main street.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_290" id="Footnote_39_290"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_290"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> <b>First-floor</b>: the floor above the ground-floor,—the second story.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_291" id="Footnote_40_291"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_291"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> <b>Burgess</b>: a citizen or voter in a town.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_292" id="Footnote_41_292"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_292"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> <b>Van</b>: a large light-covered wagon.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_293" id="Footnote_42_293"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_293"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> <b>Nor</b>: than.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_294" id="Footnote_43_294"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_294"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> <b>Regulator</b>: the name of the rival coach.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_295" id="Footnote_44_295"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_295"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> <b>Half</b>: the half year.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_296" id="Footnote_45_296"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_296"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> <b>Arter</b>: after.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_297" id="Footnote_46_297"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_297"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> <b>Pig and Whistle</b>: as Oxford lies on the direct road between Rugby +and White Horse Vale, Tom would naturally return by this coach.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_298" id="Footnote_47_298"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_298"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> <b>Pea-shooters</b>: tin tubes used by boys for blowing peas at a mark.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_48_299" id="Footnote_48_299"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_299"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> <b>First-day boys</b>: probably those that went up at the beginning of +the term.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_49_300" id="Footnote_49_300"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_300"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> <b>Act'ly</b>: actually.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_50_301" id="Footnote_50_301"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_301"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> <b>Tip</b>: here, mark.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_51_302" id="Footnote_51_302"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_302"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> <b>Rum un</b>: here, a hard blow.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_52_303" id="Footnote_52_303"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_303"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> <b>Box's head</b>: that is, the head of the "young gent" sitting on the seat +("box") with the driver.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_53_304" id="Footnote_53_304"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_304"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> <b>Cob</b>: a short, stout horse.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_54_305" id="Footnote_54_305"></a><a href="#FNanchor_54_305"><span class="label">[54]</span></a> <b>Bi'st</b>: "beest," art.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_55_306" id="Footnote_55_306"></a><a href="#FNanchor_55_306"><span class="label">[55]</span></a> <b>County members</b>: members of Parliament.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_56_307" id="Footnote_56_307"></a><a href="#FNanchor_56_307"><span class="label">[56]</span></a> <b>File</b>: a shrewd person.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_57_308" id="Footnote_57_308"></a><a href="#FNanchor_57_308"><span class="label">[57]</span></a> <b>Quoits or bowls</b>: quoits are iron rings pitched at short stakes set in +the ground. Bowls are tenpins.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_58_309" id="Footnote_58_309"></a><a href="#FNanchor_58_309"><span class="label">[58]</span></a> <b>Wickets</b>: stakes which are driven into the ground as a mark for the +ball in playing cricket.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_59_310" id="Footnote_59_310"></a><a href="#FNanchor_59_310"><span class="label">[59]</span></a> <b>Po-chay</b>: a post-chaise; a hired chaise.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h3>RUGBY AND FOOT-BALL.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"—Foot and eye opposed<br /> +In dubious strife."—<i>Scott.</i><br /> +</p></div> +</div> + + +<h4>ARRIVAL AT RUGBY.</h4> + +<p>"And so here's Rugby, sir, at last, and you'll be in +plenty of time for dinner at the School-house, as I +tell'd you," said the old guard, pulling his horn out of its +case, and tootle-tooing away; while the coachman shook +up his horses, and carried them along the side of the school-close, +round Dead-man's corner, past the school-gates, and +down the High Street to the Spread Eagle; the wheelers +in a spanking trot, and leaders cantering, in a style which +would not have disgraced "Cherry Bob," "ramping, stamping, +tearing, swearing Billy Harwood," or any other of the +old coaching heroes.</p> + +<p>Tom's heart beat quick as he passed the great schoolfield +or close, with its noble elms, in which several games +at foot-ball were going on, and tried to take in at once the +long line of gray buildings, beginning with the chapel, +and ending with the School-house, the residence of the +head-master, where the great flag was lazily waving from +the highest round tower. And he began already to be +proud of being a Rugby boy, as he passed the school-gates +with the oriel window<a name="FNanchor_1_311" id="FNanchor_1_311"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_311" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> above, and saw the boys standing +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> +there, looking as if the town belonged to them, and nodding +in a familiar manner to the coachman, as if any one +of them would be quite equal to getting on the box and +working the team down the street as well as he.</p> + +<h4>TOM FINDS A PATRON.</h4> + +<p>One of the young heroes, however, ran out from the +rest, and scrambled up behind; where, having righted +himself, and nodded to the guard, with "How do, Jem?" +he turned short round to Tom, and, after looking him over +for a minute, began:</p> + +<p>"I say, you fellow, is your name Brown?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Tom, in considerable astonishment; glad, +however, to have lighted on some one already who seemed +to know him.</p> + +<p>"Ah, I thought so; you know my old aunt, Miss East; +she lives somewhere down your way in Berkshire. She +wrote to me that you were coming to-day, and asked me +to give you a lift."<a name="FNanchor_2_312" id="FNanchor_2_312"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_312" class="fnanchor">[2]</a></p> + +<p>Tom was somewhat inclined to resent the patronizing +air of his new friend, a boy of just about his own height +and age, but gifted with the most transcendent coolness +and assurance, which Tom felt to be aggravating and +hard to bear, but couldn't for the life of him help admiring +and envying,—especially when young my lord +begins hectoring two or three long, loafing fellows, half +porter, half stableman, with a strong touch of the blackguard, +and in the end arranges with one of them, nicknamed +Cooey, to carry Tom's luggage up to the School-house +for sixpence.</p> + +<p>"And heark'ee, Cooey, it must be up in ten minutes, +or no more jobs from me. Come along, Brown." And +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> +away swaggers the young potentate, with his hands in his +pockets, and Tom at his side.</p> + +<p>"All right, sir," says Cooey, touching his hat, with a +leer and a wink at his companions.</p> + +<p>"Hullo, though!" says East, pulling up, and taking another +look at Tom, "this'll never do. Haven't you got +a hat? We never wear caps here. Only the louts wear +caps. Bless you, if you were to go into the quadrangle<a name="FNanchor_3_313" id="FNanchor_3_313"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_313" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> +with that thing on, I—don't know what'd happen." The +very idea was quite beyond young Master East, and he +looked unutterable things.</p> + +<p>Tom thought his cap a very knowing affair, but confessed +that he had a hat in his hat-box; which was accordingly +at once extracted from the hind-boot, and Tom +equipped in his go-to-meeting roof, as his new friend +called it. But this didn't quite suit his fastidious taste +in another minute, being too shiny; so, as they walk up +the town, they dive into Nixon's, the hatter's, and Tom is +arrayed, to his utter astonishment, and without paying +for it, in a regulation cat-skin<a name="FNanchor_4_314" id="FNanchor_4_314"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_314" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> at seven and sixpence; +Nixon undertaking to send the best hat up to the matron's +room, School-house, in half an hour.</p> + +<p>"You can send in a note for a tile<a name="FNanchor_5_315" id="FNanchor_5_315"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_315" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> on Monday, and +make it all right, you know," said the Mentor.<a name="FNanchor_6_316" id="FNanchor_6_316"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_316" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> "We're +allowed two seven-and-sixers a half, besides what we bring +from home."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span></p> +<p>Tom by this time began to be conscious of his new social +position and dignities, and to luxuriate in the realized +ambition of being a public-school boy at last, with a vested +right of spoiling two seven-and-sixers in half a year.<a name="FNanchor_7_317" id="FNanchor_7_317"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_317" class="fnanchor">[7]</a></p> + +<p>"You see," said his friend, as they strolled up toward +the school-gates, in explanation of his conduct, "a great +deal depends on how a fellow cuts up at first. If he's got +nothing odd about him, and answers straightforward, and +holds his head up, he gets on. Now you'll do very well +as to rig, all but that cap. You see I'm doing the handsome +thing by you, because my father knows yours; besides, +I want to please the old lady. She gave me half-a-sov.<a name="FNanchor_8_318" id="FNanchor_8_318"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_318" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> +this half, and perhaps'll double it next, if I keep in +her good books."<a name="FNanchor_9_319" id="FNanchor_9_319"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_319" class="fnanchor">[9]</a></p> + +<p>There's nothing for candor like a lower-school boy, and +East was a genuine specimen,—frank, hearty and good-natured, +well satisfied with himself and his position, and +chock full of life and spirits, and all the Rugby prejudices +and traditions which he had been able to get together in +the long course of one-half year during which he had been +at the School-house.</p> + +<p>And Tom, notwithstanding his bumptiousness,<a name="FNanchor_10_320" id="FNanchor_10_320"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_320" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> felt +friends with him at once, and began sucking in all his +ways and prejudices, as fast as he could understand them.</p> + +<h4>INTRODUCTION TO THE MATRON.</h4> + +<p>East was great in the character of cicerone;<a name="FNanchor_11_321" id="FNanchor_11_321"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_321" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> he carried +Tom through the great gates, where were only two or +three boys. These satisfied themselves with the stock +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> +questions—"You fellow, what's your name? Where do +you come from? How old are you? Where do you board? +and, What form<a name="FNanchor_12_322" id="FNanchor_12_322"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_322" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> are you in?"—and so they passed on +through the quadrangle and a small court-yard, upon +which looked down a lot of little windows (belonging, as +his guide informed him, to some of the School-house studies),<a name="FNanchor_13_323" id="FNanchor_13_323"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_323" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> +into the matron's room, where East introduced Tom +to that dignitary; made him give up the key of his trunk, +that the matron might unpack his linen, and told the story +of the hat and of his own presence of mind; upon the relation +whereof the matron laughingly scolded him, for the +coolest new boy in the house; and East, indignant at the +accusation of newness, marched Tom off into the quadrangle, +and began showing him the schools, and examining +him as to his literary attainments; the result of which was +a prophecy that they would be in the same form, and could +do their lessons together.</p> + +<h4>EAST'S STUDY.</h4> + +<p>"And now come in and see my study; we shall have +just time before dinner; and afterward, before calling-over,<a name="FNanchor_14_324" id="FNanchor_14_324"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_324" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> +we'll do the close."</p> + +<p>Tom followed his guide through the School-house hall, +which opens into the quadrangle. It is a great room, +thirty feet long and eighteen high, or thereabouts, with +two great tables running the whole length, and two large +fire-places at the side, with blazing fires in them, at one of +which some dozen boys were standing and lounging, some +of whom shouted to East to stop; but he shot through +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +with his convoy,<a name="FNanchor_15_325" id="FNanchor_15_325"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_325" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> and landed him in the long dark passages, +with a large fire at the end of each, upon which the +studies opened. Into one of these, in the bottom passage, +East bolted with our hero, slamming and bolting the door +behind them, in case of pursuit from the hall, and Tom +was for the first time in a Rugby boy's citadel.</p> + +<p>He hadn't been prepared for separate studies, and was +not a little astonished and delighted with the palace in +question.</p> + +<p>It wasn't very large certainly, being about six feet long +by four broad. It couldn't be called light, as there were +bars and a grating to the window; which little precautions +were necessary in the studies on the ground-floor looking +out into the close, to prevent the exit of small boys after +locking up, and the entrance of contraband articles. But +it was uncommonly comfortable to look at, Tom thought. +The space under the window at the further end was occupied +by a square table covered with a reasonably clean +and whole red and blue check table-cloth; a hard-seated +sofa covered with red stuff occupied one side, running up +to the end and making a seat for one, or by sitting close, +for two at the table; and a good stout wooden chair +afforded a seat to another boy, so that three could sit and +work together. The walls were wainscoted half-way up, +the wainscot being covered with green baize, the remainder +with a bright-patterned paper, on which hung three or four +prints, of dog's heads, Grimaldi<a name="FNanchor_16_326" id="FNanchor_16_326"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_326" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> winning the Aylesbury +steeple-chase,<a name="FNanchor_17_327" id="FNanchor_17_327"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_327" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> Amy Robsart,<a name="FNanchor_18_328" id="FNanchor_18_328"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_328" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> the reigning Waverley +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +beauty of the day, and Tom Crib<a name="FNanchor_19_329" id="FNanchor_19_329"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_329" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> in a posture of defence, +which did no credit to the science<a name="FNanchor_20_330" id="FNanchor_20_330"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_330" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> of that hero, if +truly represented. Over the door was a row of hat-pegs, +and on each side book-cases with cupboards at the bottom; +shelves and cupboards being filled indiscriminately with +school-books, a cup or two, a mouse-trap, and candlesticks, +leather straps, a fustian bag, and some curious-looking +articles which puzzled Tom not a little, until his friend +explained that they were climbing irons, and showed their +use. A cricket-bat and small fishing-rod stood up in one +corner.</p> + +<h4>"OUR OWN" AND THE USE THEREOF.</h4> + +<p>This was the residence of East and another boy in the +same form, and had more interest for Tom than Windsor +Castle,<a name="FNanchor_21_331" id="FNanchor_21_331"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_331" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> or any other residence in the British Isles. For +was he not about to become the joint owner of a similar +home, the first place he could call his own? One's own,—what +a charm there is in the words! How long it takes +boy and man to find out their worth! how fast most of us +hold on to them! faster and more jealously, the nearer we +are to that general home, into which we can take nothing, +but must go naked as we came into the world. When +shall we learn that he who multiplieth possessions multiplieth +troubles, and that the one single use of things which +we call our own is that they may be his who hath need +of them?</p> + +<p>"And shall I have a study like this, too?" said Tom.</p> + +<p>"Yes, of course, you'll be chummed with some fellow +on Monday, and you can sit here till then."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span></p> +<p>"What nice places!"</p> + +<p>"They're well enough," answered East, patronizingly, +"only uncommon cold at nights sometimes. Gower—that's +my chum—and I make a fire with paper on the +floor after supper generally, only that makes it so +smoky."</p> + +<p>"But there's a big fire out in the passage," said Tom.</p> + +<p>"Precious little we get out of that though," said East; +"Jones the præpostor<a name="FNanchor_22_332" id="FNanchor_22_332"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_332" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> has the study at the fire end, and +he has rigged up an iron rod and green baize curtains +across the passage, which he draws at night, and sits there +with his door open, so he gets all the fire, and hears if we +come out of our studies after eight, or make a noise. +However, he's taken to sitting in the fifth-form room +lately, so we do get a bit of fire now sometimes; only +keep a sharp look-out that he don't catch you behind his +curtain when he comes down,—that's all."</p> + +<h4>TOM'S FIRST RUGBY DINNER.</h4> + +<p>A quarter past one now struck, and the bell began tolling +for dinner, so they went into the hall and took their +places, Tom at the very bottom of the second table, next +to the præpostor (who sat at the end to keep order there), +and East a few paces higher. And now Tom for the first +time saw his future school-fellows in a body. In they +came, some hot and ruddy from foot-ball or long walks, +some pale and chilly from hard reading<a name="FNanchor_23_333" id="FNanchor_23_333"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_333" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> in their studies, +some from loitering over the fire at the pastry-cook's, +dainty mortals, bringing with them pickles and sauce-bottles +to help them with their dinners. And a great big-bearded +man, whom Tom took for a master, began calling +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> +over the names, while the great joints were being rapidly +carved on the third table in the corner by the old verger<a name="FNanchor_24_334" id="FNanchor_24_334"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_334" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> +and the housekeeper. Tom's turn came last, and meanwhile +he was all eyes, looking first with awe at the great +man who sat close to him, and was helped first, and who +read a hard-looking book all the time he was eating: and +when he got up and walked off to the fire, at the small +boys round him, some of whom were reading, and the rest +talking in whispers to one another, or stealing one another's +bread, or shooting pellets,<a name="FNanchor_25_335" id="FNanchor_25_335"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_335" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> or digging their forks through +the table-cloth. However, notwithstanding his curiosity, +he managed to make a capital dinner by the time the big +man called "Stand up!" and said grace.</p> + +<p>As soon as dinner was over, and Tom had been questioned +by such neighbors as were curious as to his birth, +parentage, education, and other like matters, East, who +evidently enjoyed his new dignity of patron and Mentor, +proposed having a look at the close,<a name="FNanchor_26_336" id="FNanchor_26_336"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_336" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> which Tom, athirst +for knowledge, gladly assented to, and they went out +through the quadrangle and passed the fives' court,<a name="FNanchor_27_337" id="FNanchor_27_337"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_337" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> into +the great play-ground.</p> + +<p>"That's the chapel you see," said East, "and there just +behind it is the place for fights; you see it's most out of +the way of the masters, who all live on the other side and +don't come by here after the first lesson or callings-over. +That's when the fights come off. And all this part where +we are is the little side-ground, right up to the trees, and +on the other side of the trees is the big side-ground, where +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> +the great matches are played. And there's the island<a name="FNanchor_28_338" id="FNanchor_28_338"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_338" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> in +the farthest corner; you'll know that well enough next +half, when there's island fagging.<a name="FNanchor_29_339" id="FNanchor_29_339"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_339" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> I say, it's horrid cold! +let's have a run across;" and away went East, Tom close +behind him. East was evidently putting his best foot +foremost, and Tom, who was mighty proud of his running, +and not a little anxious to show his friend that although +a new boy he was no milk-sop, laid himself down to the +work in his very best style. Right across the close they +went, each doing all he knew, and there wasn't a yard +between them, when they pulled up at the island-moat.</p> + +<p>"I say," said East, as soon as he got his wind, looking +with much increased respect at Tom, "you aren't a bad +scud, not by no means. Well, I'm warm as toast now."</p> + +<h4>WHITE TROUSERS IN NOVEMBER.</h4> + +<p>"But why do you wear white trousers in November?" +said Tom. He had been struck by this peculiarity in the +costume of almost all the School-house boys.</p> + +<p>"Why, bless us, don't you know?—No, I forgot. Why, +to-day's the School-house match. Our house plays the +whole of the School at foot-ball.<a name="FNanchor_30_340" id="FNanchor_30_340"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_340" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> And we all wear white +trousers to show 'em we don't care for hacks.<a name="FNanchor_31_341" id="FNanchor_31_341"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_341" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> You're in +luck to come to-day. You just will see a match; and +Brooke's going to let me play in quarters. That's more +than he'll do for any other lower-school boy, except James, +and he is fourteen."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span></p> +<p>"Who is Brooke?"</p> + +<p>"Why, that big fellow who called over at dinner, to be +sure. He's cock of the school, and head of the School-house +side, and the best kick and charger in Rugby."</p> + +<p>"Oh, but do show me where they play. And tell me +about it. I love foot-ball so, and have played all my life. +Won't Brooke let me play?"</p> + +<p>"Not he," said East, with some indignation; "why, +you don't know the rules,—you'll be a month learning +them. And then it's no joke playing-up, in a match, I +can tell you. Quite another thing from your private +school games. Why, there's been two collar-bones broken +this half, and a dozen fellows lamed. And last year a +fellow had his leg broken."</p> + +<p>Tom listened with the profoundest respect to this chapter +of accidents, and followed East across the level ground +till they came to a sort of gigantic gallows of two poles +eighteen feet high, fixed upright in the ground some fourteen +feet apart, with a cross-bar running from one to the +other at the height of ten feet or thereabouts.</p> + +<h4>EAST DISCOURSETH ON FOOT-BALL.</h4> + +<p>"This is one of the goals," said East, "and you see +the other across there, right opposite, under the Doctor's +wall. Well, the match is for the best of three goals; +whichever side kicks two goals wins: and it won't do, you +see, just to kick the ball through these posts, it must go +over the cross-bar; any height'll do, so long as it's between +the posts. You'll have to stay in goal to touch the +ball when it rolls behind the posts, because if the other +side touch it they have a try at goal. Then we fellows in +quarters, we play just about in front of goal here, and +have to turn the ball and kick it back before the big +fellows on the other side can follow it up. And in front +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +of us all the big fellows play, and that's where the scrummages +are mostly."</p> + +<p>Tom's respect increased as he struggled to make out +his friend's technicalities,<a name="FNanchor_32_342" id="FNanchor_32_342"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_342" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> and the other set to work to +explain the mysteries of "off your side," "drop-kicks," +"punts," "places," and the other intricacies of the great +science of foot-ball.</p> + +<p>"But how do you keep the ball between the goals?" +said he; "I can't see why it mightn't go right down to +the chapel."</p> + +<p>"Why, that's out of play," answered East. "You see +this gravel walk running down all along this side of the +playing-ground, and the line of elms opposite on the +other? Well, they're the bounds. As soon as the ball +gets past them, it's in touch, and out of play. And then +whoever first touches it, has to knock it straight out +amongst the players-up, who make two lines with a space +between them, every fellow going on his own side. Aren't +there just fine scrummages then! and the three trees you +see there which come out into the play, that's a tremendous +place when the ball hangs there, for you get thrown +against the trees, and that's worse than any hack."</p> + +<p>Tom wondered within himself, as they strolled back +again towards the fives' court, whether the matches were +really such break-neck affairs as East represented, and +whether, if they were, he should ever get to like them and +play-up well.</p> + +<h4>CALLING-OVER.</h4> + +<p>He hadn't long to wonder, however, for the next minute +East cried out: "Hurra; here's the punt-about—come +along and try your hand at a kick." The punt-about +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> +is the practice-ball, which is just brought out and +kicked about anyhow from one boy to another before callings-over +and dinner, and at other odd times. They +joined the boys who had brought it out, all small School-house +fellows, friends of East; and Tom had the pleasure +of trying his skill, and performed very creditably, after +first driving his foot three inches into the ground, and +then nearly kicking his leg into the air, in vigorous efforts +to accomplish a drop-kick after the manner of East.</p> + +<p>Presently more boys and bigger came out, and boys +from other houses on their way to callings-over, and more +balls were sent for. The crowd thickened as three o'clock +approached; and when the hour struck, one hundred and +fifty boys were hard at work. Then the balls were held, +the master of the week came down in cap and gown<a name="FNanchor_33_343" id="FNanchor_33_343"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_343" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> to +calling-over, and the whole school of three hundred boys +swept into the Big School<a name="FNanchor_34_344" id="FNanchor_34_344"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_344" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> to answer to their names.</p> + +<p>"I may come in, mayn't I?" said Tom, catching East +by the arm and longing to feel one of them.</p> + +<p>"Yes, come along, nobody'll say anything. You won't +be so eager to get into calling-over after a month," replied +his friend; and they marched into the Big School together, +and up to the further end, where that illustrious form, the +lower fourth, which had the honor of East's patronage +for the time-being, stood.</p> + +<p>The master mounted into the high desk by the door, +and one of the præpostors of the week stood by him on +the steps, the other three marching up and down the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> +middle of the school with their canes,<a name="FNanchor_35_345" id="FNanchor_35_345"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_345" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> calling out "Silence, +silence!" The sixth form stood close by the door on the +left, some thirty in number, mostly great, big, grown men, +as Tom thought, surveying them from a distance with +awe. The fifth form behind them, twice their number, +and not quite so big. These on the left; and on the right +the lower fifth, shell,<a name="FNanchor_36_346" id="FNanchor_36_346"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_346" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> and all the junior forms in order; +while up the middle marched the three præpostors.</p> + +<p>Then the præpostor who stands by the master calls out +the names, beginning with the sixth form; and as he calls, +each boy answers "here" to his name, and walks out. +Some of the sixth stop at the door to turn the whole string +of boys into the close; it is a great match day, and every +boy in the school will-he, nill-he,<a name="FNanchor_37_347" id="FNanchor_37_347"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_347" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> must be there. The rest +of the sixth go forward into the close, to see that no one +escapes by any of the side gates.</p> + +<h4>"THEY TRUST TO OUR HONOR."</h4> + +<p>To-day, however, being the School-house match, none +of the School-house præpostors stay by the door to watch +for truants of their side; there is <i>carte blanche</i><a name="FNanchor_38_348" id="FNanchor_38_348"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_348" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> to the +School-house fags to go where they like: "They trust to +our honor," as East proudly informs Tom; "they know +very well that no School-house boy would cut the match.<a name="FNanchor_39_349" id="FNanchor_39_349"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_349" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> +If he did, we'd very soon cut him,<a name="FNanchor_40_350" id="FNanchor_40_350"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_350" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> I can tell you."</p> + +<p>The master of the week being short-sighted, and the +præpostors of the week small, and not well up to their +work, the lower-school boys employ the ten minutes which +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> +elapse before their names are called, in pelting one another +vigorously with acorns, which fly about in all directions. +The small præpostors dash in every now and then, and +generally chastise some quiet, timid boy, who is equally +afraid of acorns and canes, while the principal performers +get dexterously out of the way; and so calling-over rolls +on somehow, much like the big world, punishments lighting +on wrong shoulders, and matters going generally in a +queer, cross-grained way, but the end coming somehow, +which is after all the great point. And now the master of +the week has finished, and locked up the Big School; and +the præpostors of the week come out, sweeping the last +remnant of the School fags,—who had been loafing about +the corners, by the fives' court, in hopes of a chance of +bolting before them, into the close.</p> + +<p>"Hold the punt-about!" "To the goals!" are the cries, +and all stray balls are impounded<a name="FNanchor_41_351" id="FNanchor_41_351"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_351" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> by the authorities; and +the whole mass of boys move up toward the two goals, +dividing as they go into three bodies. That little band on +the left, consisting of from fifteen to twenty boys, Tom +amongst them, who are making for the goal under the +School-house wall, are the School-house boys who are not +to play-up, and have to stay in goal. The larger body +moving to the island goal are the School boys in a like predicament. +The great mass in the middle are the players-up, +both sides mingled together; they are hanging their +jackets, and all who mean real work, their hats, waistcoats, +neck-handkerchiefs, and braces,<a name="FNanchor_42_352" id="FNanchor_42_352"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_352" class="fnanchor">[42]</a> on the railings round the +small trees; and there they go by twos and threes up to +their respective grounds. There is none of the color and +tastiness of get up, you will perceive, which lends such a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> +life to the present game at Rugby, making the dullest and +worst fought match a pretty sight. Now, each house has +its own uniform of cap and jersey, of some lively color; +but at the time we are speaking of, plush caps had not yet +come in, or uniforms of any sort, except the School-house +white trousers, which are abominably cold to-day; let us +get to work, bare-headed and girded with our plain leather +strap,—but we mean business, gentlemen.</p> + +<h4>OLD BROOKE'S GENERALSHIP.</h4> + +<p>And now that the two sides have fairly sundered, and +each occupies its own ground, and we get a good look at +them, what absurdity is this? You don't mean to say +that those fifty or sixty boys, in white trousers, many of +them quite small, are going to play that huge mass opposite? +Indeed I do, gentlemen; they're going to try, at +any rate, and won't make such a bad fight of it either, +mark my word: for hasn't old Brooke won the toss, with +his lucky half-penny, and got choice of goals and kick-off? +The new ball you may see lie there quite by itself, in the +middle, pointing toward the School or island goal; in +another minute it will be well on its way there. Use that +minute in remarking how the School-house side is drilled. +You will see, in the first place, that the sixth form boy +who has charge of goal has spread his force (the goal-keepers) +so as to occupy the whole space behind the goal-posts +at distances of about five yards apart; a safe and +well-kept goal is the foundation of all good play. Old +Brooke is talking to the captain of quarters; and now he +moves away. See how that youngster spreads his men +(the light brigade) carefully over the ground, half-way +between their own goal and the body of their own players-up +(the heavy brigade). These again play in several bodies; +there is young Brooke and the bull dogs—mark them +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> +well—they are the "fighting brigade," the "die-hards," +larking<a name="FNanchor_43_353" id="FNanchor_43_353"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_353" class="fnanchor">[43]</a> about at leap-frog to keep themselves warm, and +playing tricks on one another. And on each side of old +Brooke, who is now standing in the middle of the ground +and just going to kick-off, you see a separate wing of +players-up, each with a boy of acknowledged prowess to +look to—here Warner, and there Hedge; but over all is +old Brooke, absolute as he of Russia,<a name="FNanchor_44_354" id="FNanchor_44_354"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_354" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> but wisely and +bravely ruling over willing and worshipping subjects, a +true foot-ball king. His face is earnest and careful as he +glances a last time over his array, but full of pluck and +hope; the sort of look I hope to see in my general when I +go out to fight.</p> + +<p>The School side is not organized in the same way. The +goal-keepers are all in lumps, anyhow and nohow; you +can't distinguish between the players-up and the boys in +quarters, and there is divided leadership; but with such +odds in strength and weight, it must take more than that +to hinder them from winning; and so their leaders seem +to think, for they let the players-up manage themselves.</p> + +<h4>A SCRUMMAGE.</h4> + +<p>But now look; there is a slight move forward of the +School-house wings; a shout of "Are you ready?" and +loud affirmative reply. Old Brooke takes half a dozen +quick steps, and away goes the ball spinning toward the +School goal; seventy yards before it touches ground, and +at no point above twelve or fifteen feet high, a model kick-off; +and the School-house cheer and rush on; the ball is +returned, and they meet it and drive it back amongst the +masses of the School already in motion. Then the two +sides close, and you can see nothing for minutes but a +swaying crowd of boys, at one point violently agitated. That +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +is where the ball is, and there are the keen players +to be met, and the glory and the hard knocks to be got. +You hear the dull thud of the ball, and the shouts of +"Off your side," "Down with him," "Put him over," +"Bravo." This is what we call "a scrummage," gentlemen, +and the first scrummage in a School-house match +was no joke in the consulship of Plancus.<a name="FNanchor_45_355" id="FNanchor_45_355"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_355" class="fnanchor">[45]</a></p> + +<p>But see! it has broken; the ball is driven out on the +School-house side, and a rush of the School carries it past +the School-house players-up. "Look out in quarters," +Brooke's and twenty other voices ring out. No need to +call, though; the School-house captain of quarters has +caught it on the bound, dodges the foremost School-boys +who are heading the rush, and sends it back with a good +drop-kick well into the enemy's country. And then follows +rush upon rush, and scrummage upon scrummage, +the ball now driven through into the School-house quarters, +and now into the School goal; for the School-house +have not lost the advantage which the kick-off and a +slight wind gave them at the outset, and are slightly +"penning" their adversaries. You say you don't see +much in it all; nothing but a struggling mass of boys, and +a leathern ball, which seems to excite them all to great +fury, as a red rag does a bull. My dear sir, a battle would +look much the same to you, except that the boys would be +men, and the balls iron; but a battle would be worth +your looking at, for all that, and so is a foot-ball match. +You can't be expected to appreciate the delicate strokes +of play, the turns by which a game is lost and won; it +takes an old player to do that, but the broad philosophy +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> +of foot-ball you can understand if you will. Come along +with me a little nearer, and let us consider it together.</p> + +<h4>HOW TO GO IN.</h4> + +<p>The ball has just fallen again where the two sides are +thickest, and they close rapidly around it in a scrummage; +it must be driven through now by force or skill, till it flies +out on one side or the other. Look how differently the +boys face it! Here come two of the bull-dogs, bursting +through the outsiders; in they go, straight to the heart of +the scrummage, bent on driving that ball out on the opposite +side. That is what they mean to do. My sons, my +sons! you are too hot; you have gone past the ball, and +must struggle now right through the scrummage, and get +round and back again to your own side before you can be +of any further use. Here comes young Brooke; he goes +in as straight as you, but he keeps his head, and backs and +bends, holding himself still behind the ball, and driving +it furiously when he gets the chance. Take a leaf out of +his book, you young chargers. Here comes Speedicut and +Flashman, the School-house bully, with shouts and great +action. Won't you two come up to young Brooke, after +locking up, by the School-house fire, with "Old fellow, +wasn't that just a splendid scrummage by the three trees!" +But he knows you and so do we. You don't really want +to drive that ball through that scrummage, chancing all +hurt for the glory of the School-house—but to make us +think that's what you want—a vastly different thing; +and fellows of your sort will never go through more than +the skirts of a scrummage, where it's all push and no +kicking. We respect boys who keep out of it, and don't +sham going in; but you—we had rather not say what we +think of you.</p> + +<p>Then the boys who are bending and watching on the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> +outside, mark them—they are most useful players, the +dodgers; who seize on the ball the moment it rolls out +from amongst the chargers, and away with it across to the +opposite goal; they seldom go into the scrummage, but +must have more coolness than the chargers; as endless as +are boys' characters, so are their ways of facing or not +facing a scrummage at foot-ball.</p> + +<h4>YOUNG BROOKE'S RUSH.</h4> + +<p>Three quarters of an hour are gone; first winds are +failing, and weight and numbers beginning to tell. Yard +by yard the School-house have been driven back, contesting +every inch of ground. The bull-dogs are the color of +mother earth from shoulder to ankle, except young Brooke, +who has a marvellous knack of keeping his legs. The +School-house are being penned in their turn, and now +the ball is behind their goal, under the Doctor's wall. The +Doctor and some of his family are there looking on, and +seem as anxious as any boy for the success of the School-house. +We get a minute's breathing time before old +Brooke kicks out, and he gives the word to play strongly +for touch, by the three trees. Away goes the ball, and +the bull-dogs after it, and in another minute there is a +shout of "In touch," "Our ball." Now's your time, old +Brooke, while your men are still fresh. He stands with +the ball in his hand, while the two sides form in deep lines +opposite one another; he must strike it straight out +between them. The lines are thickest close to him, but +young Brooke and two or three of his men are shifting up +further, where the opposite line is weak. Old Brooke +strikes it out straight and strong, and it falls opposite his +brother. Hurra! that rush has taken it right through +the School line, and away past the three trees, far into +their quarters, and young Brooke and the bull-dogs are +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +close upon it. The School leaders rush back, shouting +"Look out in goal!" and strain every nerve to catch him, +but they are after the fleetest foot in Rugby. There they +go straight for the School goal-posts, quarters scattering +before them. One after another the bull-dogs go down, +but young Brooke holds on. "He is down," No! a long +stagger, but the danger is past; that was the shock of +Crew, the most dangerous of dodgers. And now he is +close to the School goal, the ball not three yards before +him. There is a hurried rush of the School fags to the +spot, but no one throws himself on the ball, the only +chance, and young Brooke has touched it right under the +School goal-post.</p> + +<p>The School leaders come up furious, and administer +toco<a name="FNanchor_46_356" id="FNanchor_46_356"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_356" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> to the wretched fags nearest at hand; they may well +be angry, for it is all Lombard Street<a name="FNanchor_47_357" id="FNanchor_47_357"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_357" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> to a China orange<a name="FNanchor_48_358" id="FNanchor_48_358"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_358" class="fnanchor">[48]</a> +that the School-house kick a goal with the ball touched +in such a good place. Old Brooke, of course, will kick it +out, but who shall catch and place it? Call Crab Jones. +Here he comes, sauntering along with a straw in his +mouth, the queerest, coolest fish in Rugby; if he were +tumbled into the moon this minute, he would just pick +himself up without taking his hands out of his pockets or +turning a hair. But it is a moment when the boldest +charger's heart beats quick. Old Brooke stands with the +ball under his arm motioning the School back; he will not +kick out till they are all in goal, behind the posts; they +are all edging forward, inch by inch, to get nearer for the +rush at Crab Jones, who stands there in front of old +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span> +Brooke to catch the ball. If they can reach and destroy +him before he catches, the danger is over; and with one +and the same rush they will carry it right away to the +School-house goal. Fond<a name="FNanchor_49_359" id="FNanchor_49_359"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_359" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> hope! it is kicked out and +caught beautifully. Crab strikes his heel into the ground, +to mark the spot where the ball was caught, beyond which +the School line may not advance; but there they stand, +five deep, ready to rush the moment the ball touches the +ground. Take plenty of room! don't give the rush a +chance of reaching you! place it true and steady! Trust +Crab Jones—he has made a small hole with his heel for +the ball to lie on, by which he is resting on one knee, with +his eye on old Brooke. "Now!" Crab places the ball at +the word, old Brooke kicks, and it rises slowly and truly +as the School rush forward.</p> + +<h4>A GOAL.</h4> + +<p>Then a moment's pause, while both sides look up at the +spinning ball. There it flies, straight between the two +posts, some five feet above the cross-bar, an unquestioned +goal; and a shout of real genuine joy rings out from the +School-house players-up, and a faint echo of it comes over +the close from the goal-keepers under the Doctor's wall. +A goal in the first hour—such a thing hasn't been done +in the School-house match these five years.</p> + +<p>"Over!" is the cry; the two sides change goals, and +the School-house goal-keepers come threading their way +across through the masses of the School; the most openly +triumphant of them, amongst whom is Tom, a School-house +boy of two hours' standing, getting their ears boxed +in the transit. Tom, indeed, is excited beyond measure, +and it is all the sixth-form boy, kindest and safest of goal-keepers, +has been able to do, to keep him from rushing +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> +out whenever the ball has been near their goal. So he +holds him by his side, and instructs him in the science of +touching.</p> + +<p>At this moment Griffith, the itinerant<a name="FNanchor_50_360" id="FNanchor_50_360"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_360" class="fnanchor">[50]</a> vender of +oranges from Hill Morton, enters the close with his +heavy baskets; there is a rush of small boys upon the little +pale-faced man, the two sides mingling together, subdued +by the great Goddess Thirst, like the English and French +by the streams in the Pyrenees.<a name="FNanchor_51_361" id="FNanchor_51_361"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_361" class="fnanchor">[51]</a> The leaders are past +oranges and apples, but some of them visit their coats, +and apply innocent-looking ginger-beer bottles to their +mouths. It is no ginger-beer though, I fear, and will do +you no good. One short, mad rush, and then a stitch in +the side, and no more honest play; that's what comes of +those bottles.</p> + +<p>But now Griffith's baskets are empty, the ball is placed +again midway, and the School are going to kick-off. +Their leaders have sent their lumber into goal, and rated +the rest soundly, and one hundred and twenty picked +players-up are there, bent on retrieving the game. They +are to keep the ball in front of the School-house goal, and +then to drive it in by sheer strength and weight. They +mean heavy play and no mistake, and so old Brooke sees; +and places Crab Jones in quarters just before the goal, +with four or five picked players, who are to keep the ball +away to the sides, where a try at goal, if obtained, will be +less dangerous than in front. He, himself, and Warner +and Hedge, who have saved themselves until now, will +lead the charges.</p> + +<h4>"ARE YOU READY?"</h4> + +<p>"Are you ready?" "Yes." And away comes the ball +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> +kicked high in the air, to give the School time to rush on +and catch it as it falls. And here they are amongst us. +Meet them like Englishmen, you School-house boys, and +charge them home. Now is the time to show what mettle +is in you—and there shall be a warm seat by the hall fire, +and honor to-night for him who does his duty in the next +half-hour. And they are well met. Again and again the +cloud of their players-up gathers before our goal, and comes +threatening on, and Warner or Hedge, with young Brooke +and the relics of the bull-dogs, break through and carry +the ball back; and old Brooke ranges the field like Job's +war-horse; the thickest scrummage parts asunder before +his rush, like the waves before a clipper's bows; his cheery +voice rings over the field, and his eye is everywhere. And +if these miss the ball, and it rolls dangerously in front of +our goal, Crab Jones and his men have seized it, and sent +it away towards the sides with the unerring drop-kick. +This is worth living for; the whole sum of school-boy +existence gathered up into one straining, struggling half-hour, +a half-hour worth a year of common life.</p> + +<h4>EAST'S CHARGE.</h4> + +<p>The quarter to five has struck, and the play slackens +for a minute before goal; but there is Crew, the artful +dodger, driving the ball in behind our goal, on the island +side, where our quarters are weakest. Is there no one to +meet him? Yes, look at little East! the ball is just at +equal distances between the two, and they rush together, +the young man of seventeen, and the boy of twelve, and +kick it at the same moment. Crew passes on without a +stagger; East is hurled forward by the shock, and plunges +on his shoulder, as if he would bury himself in the ground; +but the ball rises straight into the air, and falls behind +Crew's back, while the "bravos" of the School-house +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +attest the pluckiest charge of all that hard-fought day. +Warner picks East up lame and half-stunned, and he +hobbles back into goal, conscious of having played the +man.</p> + +<p>And now the last minutes are come, and the School +gather for their last rush, every boy of the hundred and +twenty who has a run left in him. Reckless of the defence +of their own goal, on they come across the level big-side +ground, the ball well down amongst them, straight +for our goal, like the column of the Old Guard up the +slope at Waterloo.<a name="FNanchor_52_362" id="FNanchor_52_362"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_362" class="fnanchor">[52]</a> All former charges have been child's +play to this. Warner and Hedge have met them, but +still on they come. The bull-dogs rush in for the last +time; they are hurled over or carried back, striving hand, +foot, and eyelids. Old Brooke comes sweeping round the +skirts of the play, and, turning short round, picks out the +very heart of the scrummage, and plunges in. It wavers +for a moment—he has the ball! No, it has passed him, +and his voice rings out clear over the advancing tide: +"Look out in the goal." Crab Jones catches it for a +moment; but before he can kick, the rush is upon him +and passes over him; and he picks himself up behind them +with his straw in his mouth, a little dirtier, but as cool as +ever.</p> + +<p>The ball rolls slowly in behind the School-house goal, +not three yards in front of a dozen of the biggest School +players-up.</p> + +<h4>TOM'S FIRST EXPLOIT.</h4> + +<p>There stands the School-house præpostor, safest of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +goal-keepers, and Tom Brown by his side, who has learned his +trade by this time. Now is your time, Tom. The blood +of all the Browns is up, and the two rush in together, and +throw themselves on the ball, under the very feet of the +advancing column; the præpostor on his hands and knees +arching his back, and Tom all along on his face. Over +them topple the leaders of the rush, shooting over the +back of the præpostor, but falling flat on Tom, and knocking +all the wind out of his small carcass. "Our ball," +says the præpostor, rising with his prize, "but get up +there, there's a little fellow under you." They are +hauled and roll off him, and Tom is discovered a motionless +body.</p> + +<p>Old Brooke picks him up. "Stand back, give him air," +he says; and then, feeling his limbs, adds, "No bones +broken. How do you feel, young un?"</p> + +<p>"Hah-hah!" gasps Tom, as his wind comes back, +"pretty well, thank you—all right."</p> + +<p>"Who is he?" says Brooke.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's Brown, he's a new boy; I know him," says +East, coming up.</p> + +<p>"Well, he is a plucky youngster, and will make a +player," says Brooke.</p> + +<p>And five o'clock strikes. "No side"<a name="FNanchor_53_363" id="FNanchor_53_363"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_363" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> is called, and the +first day of the School-house match is over.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_311" id="Footnote_1_311"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_311"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Oriel window</b>: a bay-window. The great window over the arch is +a striking feature of the Rugby gateway.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_312" id="Footnote_2_312"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_312"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Lift</b>: assistance of any kind.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_313" id="Footnote_3_313"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_313"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Quadrangle</b>: a square piece of ground inclosed by buildings. English +schools and colleges are quite generally built round a quadrangle or +"quod" as it is commonly called.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_314" id="Footnote_4_314"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_314"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Regulation cat-skin</b>: the hat prescribed by custom or school law.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_315" id="Footnote_5_315"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_315"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Tile</b>: a tall silk hat.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_316" id="Footnote_6_316"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_316"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Mentor</b>: a wise counsellor. See Homer's Odyssey.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_317" id="Footnote_7_317"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_317"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Two seven-and-sixers</b>, etc.: <i>i.e.</i>, two hats, for each half year, costing +seven shillings and sixpence ($1.80) each.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_318" id="Footnote_8_318"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_318"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Half-a-sov.</b>: half a sovereign ($2.50).</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_319" id="Footnote_9_319"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_319"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Keep in her good books</b>: keep on good terms with her.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_320" id="Footnote_10_320"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_320"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Bumptiousness</b>: domineering manner.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_321" id="Footnote_11_321"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_321"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Cicerone</b>: guide.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_322" id="Footnote_12_322"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_322"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Form</b>: here, class.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_323" id="Footnote_13_323"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_323"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Studies</b>: small private rooms occupied by the Rugby boys (two in a +room) for study. They are distinct from the bed-rooms.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_324" id="Footnote_14_324"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_324"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Calling-over</b>: roll-call.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_325" id="Footnote_15_325"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_325"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Convoy</b>: literally, a merchant-vessel protected by a ship-of-war; here, +a person under the care of another.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_326" id="Footnote_16_326"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_326"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Grimaldi</b>: the name of a race-horse.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_327" id="Footnote_17_327"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_327"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Steeple-chase</b>: a race between horsemen across country to see which +can first reach a certain distant object, as a church steeple.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_328" id="Footnote_18_328"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_328"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Amy Robsart</b>: the heroine of Scott's Waverley novel, "Kenilworth."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_329" id="Footnote_19_329"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_329"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Tom Crib</b>: a noted pugilist.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_330" id="Footnote_20_330"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_330"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Science</b>: boxing or pugilistic science.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_331" id="Footnote_21_331"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_331"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Windsor Castle</b>: the principal residence of the English monarchs. +It is on the Thames, about twenty miles west of London.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_332" id="Footnote_22_332"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_332"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Præpostors</b>: the members of the sixth form, the highest class in +the school. They were charged with the duty of looking after the other +boys.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_333" id="Footnote_23_333"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_333"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Reading</b>: studying.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_334" id="Footnote_24_334"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_334"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Verger</b>: here, the porter.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_335" id="Footnote_25_335"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_335"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>Pellets</b>: wads of paper.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_336" id="Footnote_26_336"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_336"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Close</b>: this close or play-ground contains something over thirteen +acres.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_337" id="Footnote_27_337"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_337"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>Fives' court</b>: the space set apart for playing fives, a game resembling +tennis.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_338" id="Footnote_28_338"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_338"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>Island</b>: the island no longer exists.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_339" id="Footnote_29_339"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_339"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <b>Fagging</b>: the power given the sixth form, by authority and the custom +of the school, to require the boys of the lower forms or classes to do +errands, and act as servants generally. The system still has its defenders +who regard it as a means of discipline.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_340" id="Footnote_30_340"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_340"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> <b>Foot-ball</b>: foot-ball is the great game at Rugby. It first became +popular in America under the Rugby rules, which, though modified, are +still the basis of the game as now played.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_341" id="Footnote_31_341"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_341"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> <b>Hacks</b>: kicks on the shins.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_342" id="Footnote_32_342"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_342"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <b>Technicalities</b>: here, phrases peculiar to foot-ball.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_343" id="Footnote_33_343"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_343"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <b>Cap and gown</b>: It is customary in England for holders of academic +degrees to wear at times the appropriate cap and gown indicating their +grade and college.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_344" id="Footnote_34_344"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_344"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <b>The Big School</b>: the name of one of the school buildings at Rugby.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_345" id="Footnote_35_345"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_345"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <b>Canes</b>: light, limber rattans used as rods.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_346" id="Footnote_36_346"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_346"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <b>Shell</b>: the lower fourth form or class.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_347" id="Footnote_37_347"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_347"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <b>Will-he, nill-he</b>: willing or not.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_348" id="Footnote_38_348"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_348"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> <b>Carte blanche</b>: literally, a white card to be filled up as one pleases; +hence, unlimited power.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_349" id="Footnote_39_349"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_349"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> <b>Cut the match</b>: refuse to be present at the game.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_350" id="Footnote_40_350"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_350"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> <b>Cut him</b>: drop his society.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_351" id="Footnote_41_351"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_351"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> <b>Impounded</b>: locked up.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_352" id="Footnote_42_352"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_352"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> <b>Braces</b>: suspenders.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_353" id="Footnote_43_353"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_353"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> <b>Larking</b>: frolicking.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_354" id="Footnote_44_354"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_354"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> <b>He of Russia</b>: the Czar.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_355" id="Footnote_45_355"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_355"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> <b>In the consulship of Plancus</b>: meaning, perhaps, at the time when +"old Brooke" was leader.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_356" id="Footnote_46_356"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_356"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> <b>Toco</b>: probably kicks and cuffs.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_357" id="Footnote_47_357"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_357"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> <b>Lombard Street</b>: the centre of the banking business in London.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_48_358" id="Footnote_48_358"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_358"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> <b>China orange</b>: a sweet orange.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_49_359" id="Footnote_49_359"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_359"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> <b>Fond</b>: here, foolish.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_50_360" id="Footnote_50_360"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_360"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> <b>Itinerant</b>: wandering.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_51_361" id="Footnote_51_361"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_361"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> <b>Pyrenees</b>: an allusion to the French and English wars in Spain.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_52_362" id="Footnote_52_362"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_362"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> <b>Waterloo</b>: (in Belgium) the scene of the crushing defeat of the +French in 1815, by the allied forces under the Duke of Wellington, by +which the power of Napoleon was finally broken. The Old Guard was the +emperor's favorite body of troops, and was considered irresistible.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_53_363" id="Footnote_53_363"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_363"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> <b>No side</b>: a drawn game.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<h3>AFTER THE MATCH.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<p>"——Some food we had."—<i>Shakespeare.</i></p> + +<p>[Greek: "ês potos hadus."]—<i>Theocr., Id.</i></p> +</div> + +<h4>CELEBRATING THE VICTORY.</h4> + +<p>As the boys scattered away from the ground, and East, +leaning on Tom's arm and limping along, was beginning +to consider what luxury they should go and buy for tea +to celebrate that glorious victory, the two Brookes came +striding by. Old Brooke caught sight of East and stopped, +put his hand kindly on his shoulder, and said, "Bravo, +youngster! you played famously. Not much the matter, +I hope?"</p> + +<p>"No, nothing at all," said East; "only a little twist +from that charge."</p> + +<p>"Well, mind and get all right for next Saturday;" +and the leader passed on, leaving East better for those few +words than all the opodeldoc<a name="FNanchor_1_364" id="FNanchor_1_364"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_364" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> in England would have made +him, and Tom ready to give one of his ears for as much +notice. Ah! light words of those whom we love and +honor, what a power ye are, and how carelessly wielded +by those who can use them! Surely for these things, also, +God will ask an account.</p> + +<p>"Tea's directly after locking-up, you see," said East, +hobbling along as fast as he could, "so you come along +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +down to Sally Harrowell's; that's our School-house tuck-shop,<a name="FNanchor_2_365" id="FNanchor_2_365"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_365" class="fnanchor">[2]</a>—she +bakes such stunning murphies, we'll have a +penn'orth each for tea; come along, or they'll all be +gone."</p> + +<p>Tom's new purse and money burnt in his pocket; he +wondered, as they toddled through the quadrangle and +along the street, whether East would be insulted if he +suggested further extravagance, as he had not sufficient +faith in a pennyworth of potatoes. At last he blurted +out,—</p> + +<p>"I say, East, can't we get something else besides potatoes? +I've got lots of money, you know."</p> + +<p>"Bless us, yes, I forgot," said East, "you've only just +come. You see all my tin's been gone this twelve +weeks; it hardly ever lasts beyond the first fortnight; +and our allowances were all stopped this morning for +broken windows, so I haven't got a penny. I've got a +tick<a name="FNanchor_3_366" id="FNanchor_3_366"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_366" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> at Sally's of course; but then I hate running it high, +you see, towards the end of the half, 'cause one has to +shell out for it all directly one comes back, and that's a +bore."<a name="FNanchor_4_367" id="FNanchor_4_367"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_367" class="fnanchor">[4]</a></p> + +<p>Tom didn't understand much of this talk, but seized on +the fact that East had no money, and was denying himself +some little pet luxury in consequence. "Well, what shall +I buy?" said he; "I'm uncommon hungry."</p> + +<p>"I say," said East, stopping to look at him and rest his +leg, "you're a trump, Brown. I'll do the same by you +next half. Let's have a pound of sausages, then; that's +the best grub for tea I know of."</p> + +<p>"Very well," said Tom, as pleased as possible; "where +do they sell them?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span></p> +<p>"Oh, over here, just opposite;" and they crossed the +street and walked into the cleanest little front room of a +small house, half parlor, half shop, and bought a pound +of most particular sausages; East talking pleasantly to +Mrs. Porter while she put them in paper, and Tom doing +the paying part.</p> + +<h4>HARROWELL'S.</h4> + +<p>From Porter's they adjourned to Sally Harrowell's, +where they found a lot of School-house boys waiting for +the roast potatoes, and relating their own exploits in the +day's match at the top of their voices. The street opened +at once into Sally's kitchen, a low bricked-floored room, +with large recess for fire, and chimney-corner seats. Poor +little Sally, the most good-natured and much enduring of +woman-kind, was bustling about with the napkin in her +hand, from her own oven to those of the neighbors' cottages, +up the yard at the back of the house. Stumps, +her husband, a short easy-going shoemaker, with a beery, +humorous eye and ponderous calves, who lived mostly on +his wife's earnings, stood in a corner of the room, exchanging +shots of the roughest description of repartee +with every boy in turn. "Stumps, you lout, you've had +too much beer again to-day." "'Twasn't of your paying +for, then." "Stumps's calves are running down into his +ankles; they want to get to grass." "Better be doing +that, than gone altogether like yours," etc., etc. Very +poor stuff it was, but it served to make time pass; and +every now and then Sally arrived in the middle with a +smoking tin of potatoes, which was cleared off in a few +seconds, each boy as he seized his lot running off to the +house with "Put me down two-penn'orth, Sally;" "Put +down three penn'orth between me and Davis," etc. How +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> +she ever kept the accounts so straight as she did, in her +head and on her slate, was a perfect wonder.</p> + +<p>East and Tom got served at last, and started back for +the School-house just as the locking-up bell began to ring; +East on the way recounting the life and adventures of +Stumps, who was a character. Amongst his other small +avocations, he was the hind carrier of a sedan-chair,<a name="FNanchor_5_368" id="FNanchor_5_368"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_368" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> the +last of its race, in which the Rugby ladies still went out +to tea, and in which, when he was fairly harnessed and +carrying a load, it was the delight of small and mischievous +boys to follow him and whip his calves. This was +too much for the temper even of Stumps, and he would +pursue his tormentors in a vindictive and apoplectic manner +when released, but was easily pacified by twopence to +buy beer with.</p> + +<h4>TEA AND ITS LUXURIES.</h4> + +<p>The lower-school boys of the School-house, some fifteen +in number, had tea in the lower-fifth school, and were +presided over by the old verger or head-porter. Each boy +had a quarter of a loaf of bread and pat of butter, and as +much tea as he pleased; and there was scarcely one who +didn't add to this some further luxury, such as baked +potatoes, a herring, sprats, or something of the sort; but +few, at this period of the half-year, could live up to a +pound of Porter's sausages, and East was in great magnificence +upon the strength of theirs. He had produced a +toasting-fork from his study, and set Tom to toast the +sausages, while he mounted guard over their butter and +potatoes; "'cause," as he explained, "you're a new boy, +and they'll play you some trick and get our butter, but +you can toast just as well as I." So Tom, in the midst of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> +three or four more urchins similarly employed, toasted his +face and the sausages at the same time before the huge +fire, till the latter cracked, when East from his watch-tower +shouted that they were done, and then the feast +proceeded, and the festive cups of tea were filled and +emptied, and Tom imparted of the sausages in small bits +to many neighbors, and thought he had never tasted such +good potatoes or seen such jolly boys. They on their +part waived all ceremony, and pegged away at the sausages +and potatoes, and, remembering Tom's performance +in goal, voted East's new crony a brick. After tea, and +while the things were being cleared away, they gathered +round the fire, and the talk on the match still went on; +and those who had them to show, pulled up their trousers +and showed the hacks they had received in the good +cause.</p> + +<p>They were soon however all turned out of the School, +and East conducted Tom up to his bedroom, that he might +get on clean things and wash himself before singing.</p> + +<p>"What singing?" said Tom, taking his head out of his +basin, where he had been plunging it in cold water.</p> + +<p>"Well, you are jolly green," answered his friend from +a neighboring basin. "Why, the last six Saturdays of +every half, we sing, of course, and this is the first of them. +No first lesson to do, you know, and lie in bed to-morrow +morning."</p> + +<p>"But who sings?"</p> + +<p>"Why, everybody, of course; you'll see soon enough. +We begin directly after supper, and sing till bed-time. It +isn't such good fun now though as in the summer half, +'cause then we sing in the little fives' court, under the +library you know, and we cut about the quadrangle +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> +between the songs, and it looks like a lot of robbers in a +cave. And the louts<a name="FNanchor_6_369" id="FNanchor_6_369"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_369" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> come and pound at the great gate, +and we pound back again, and shout at them. But this half +we only sing in the hall. Come along down to my study."</p> + +<p>Their principal employment in the study was to clear +out East's table, removing the drawers and ornaments and +table-cloth; for he lived in the bottom passage, and his +table was in requisition for the singing.</p> + +<h4>SUPPER.</h4> + +<p>Supper came in due course at seven o'clock, consisting +of bread and cheese and beer, which was all saved for the +singing; and directly afterward the fags went to work to +prepare the hall. The School-house hall, as has been said, +is a great long high room, with two large fires on one +side, and two large iron-bound tables, one running down +the middle, and the other along the wall opposite the fire-places. +Around the upper fire the fags placed the tables +in the form of a horse-shoe, and upon them the jugs<a name="FNanchor_7_370" id="FNanchor_7_370"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_370" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> with +the Saturday night's allowance of beer. Then the big +boys used to drop in and take their seats, bringing their +song-books with them; for although they all knew the +songs by heart, it was the thing to have an old manuscript +book descended from some departed hero, in which +they were all carefully written out.</p> + +<p>The sixth-form boys had not yet appeared; so to fill up +the gap, an interesting and time-honored ceremony was +gone through. Each new boy was placed on the table +in turn, and made to sing a solo, under the penalty of +drinking a large mug of salt and water, if he resisted or +broke down. However, the new boys all sing like nightingales +to-night, and the salt water is not in requisition; +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span> +Tom, as his part, performing the old west-country song of +"The Leather Bottèl," with considerable applause. And +at the half-hour down come the sixth and fifth-form boys, +and take their places at the tables, which are filled up by +the next biggest boys; the rest, for whom there is no room +at the table, standing round outside.</p> + +<h4>BROOKE'S HONORS.</h4> + +<p>The glasses and mugs are filled, and then the fugle-man<a name="FNanchor_8_371" id="FNanchor_8_371"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_371" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> +strikes up the old sea song:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"A wet sheet and a flowing sea,<br /> +And a wind that follows fast," etc.,<br /> +</p></div> + +<p>which is the invariable first song in the School-house, and +all the seventy voices join in, not mindful of harmony, but +bent on noise, which they attain decidedly, but the +general effect isn't bad. And then follow the "British +Grenadiers," "Billie Taylor," "The Siege of Seringapatam," +"Three Jolly Post-boys," and other vociferous +songs in rapid succession, including the "Chesapeake and +Shannon,"<a name="FNanchor_9_372" id="FNanchor_9_372"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_372" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> a song lately introduced in honor of old +Brooke; and when they come to the words:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"Brave Broke he waved his sword, crying, Now, my lads, aboard,<br /> +And we'll stop their playing Yankee-doodle-dandy, oh,"<br /> +</p></div> + +<p>you expect the roof to come down. The sixth and fifth +know that "brave Broke" of the Shannon was no sort of +relation to our old Brooke. The fourth form are uncertain +in their belief, but for the most part hold that old +Brooke <i>was</i> a midshipman then on board his uncle's ship. And +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span> +the lower-school never doubt for a moment that it +was our old Brooke who led the boarders, in what capacity +they care not a straw.</p> + +<p>Then Warner, the head of the house, gets up and wants +to speak, but he can't, for every boy knows what's coming; +and the big boys who sit at the tables pound them and +cheer; and the small boys who stand behind pound one +another and cheer, and rush about the hall cheering. +Then silence being made, Warner reminds them of the +old School-house custom of drinking the healths, on the +first night of singing, of those who are going to leave at +the end of the half. He sees that they know what he is +going to say already—(loud cheers)—and so won't keep +them, but only ask them to treat the toast as it deserves.</p> + +<p>"It is the head of the eleven, the head of big-side foot-ball, +their leader on this glorious day—Pater<a name="FNanchor_10_373" id="FNanchor_10_373"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_373" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> Brooke!"</p> + +<h4>BROOKE DISCOURSETH ON UNION.</h4> + +<p>And away goes the pounding and cheering again, becoming +deafening when old Brooke gets on his legs; till, +a table having broken down, and all throats getting dry, +silence ensues, and the hero speaks, leaning his hands on +the table, and bending a little forward. No action, no +tricks of oratory; plain, strong, and straight, like his play.</p> + +<p>"Gentlemen of the School-house! I am very proud of +the way in which you have received my name, and I wish +I could say all I should like in return. But I know I +sha'n't. However, I'll do the best I can to say what seems +to me ought to be said by a fellow who's just going to +leave, and who has spent a good slice of his life here. +Eight years, it is, and eight such years as I can never hope +to have again. So now I hope you'll all listen to +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span> +me—(loud cheers of "that we will")—for I am going to talk +seriously. You're bound to listen to me, for what's the +use of calling me 'pater,' and all that, if you don't mind +what I say? And I am going to talk seriously, because I +feel so. It's a jolly time, too, getting to the end of the +half, and a goal kicked by us first day—(tremendous applause)—after +one of the hardest and fiercest day's play I +can remember in eight years—(frantic shoutings). The +School played splendidly, too, I will say, and kept it up +to the last. That last charge of theirs would have carried +away a house. I never thought to see anything again of +old Crab there, except little pieces, when I saw him +tumbled over by it—(laughter and shouting, and great +slapping on the back of Jones by the boys nearest him). +Well, but we beat 'em—(cheers). Ay, but why did we +beat 'em? answer me that—(shouts of "your play"). +Nonsense! 'Twasn't the wind and kick-off either—that +wouldn't do it. 'Twasn't because we've half a dozen of +the best players in the School, as we have. I wouldn't +change Warner, and Hedge, and Crab, and the young un, +for any six on their side—(violent cheers). But half a +dozen fellows can't keep it up for two hours against two +hundred. Why is it, then? I'll tell you what I think. +Its because we've more reliance on one another, more of +a house feeling, more fellowship than the School can have. +Each of us knows and can depend on his next-hand man +better—that's why we beat 'em to-day. We've union, +they've division—there's the secret—(cheers). But how's +this to be kept up? How's it to be improved? That's +the question. For I take it, we're all in earnest about +beating the School, whatever else we care about. I +know I'd sooner win two School-house matches +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span> +running than get the Balliol scholarship<a name="FNanchor_11_374" id="FNanchor_11_374"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_374" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> any day—(frantic +cheers).</p> + +<p>"Now, I'm as proud of the house as any one. I believe +it's the best house in the School, out-and-out—(cheers). +But it's a long way from what I want to see it. First, +there's a deal of bullying going on. I know it well. I +don't pry about and interfere; that only makes it more +underhand, and encourages the small boys to come to us +with their fingers in their eyes telling tales, and so we +should be worse off than ever. It's very little kindness +for the sixth to meddle generally—you youngsters, mind +that. You'll be all the better foot-ball players for learning +to stand it, and to take your own parts, and fight it +through. But depend on it, there's nothing breaks up a +house like bullying. Bullies are cowards, and one coward +makes many; so good-by to the School-house match if +bullying gets ahead here. (Loud applause from the small +boys, who look meaningly at Flashman and other boys at +the tables.) Then there's fuddling about in the public-houses, +and drinking bad spirits, and punch, and such +wretched stuff. That won't make good drop-kicks or +chargers of you, take my word for it; and drinking isn't +fine or manly, whatever some of you may think of it.</p> + +<p>"One other thing I must have a word about. A lot of +you think and say, for I've heard you, 'there's this new +Doctor<a name="FNanchor_12_375" id="FNanchor_12_375"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_375" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> hasn't been here so long as some of us, and he's +changing all the old customs. Rugby, and the School-house +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span> +especially, are going to the dogs. Stand up for the +good old ways, and down with the Doctor!' Now, I'm +as fond of old Rugby customs and ways as any of you, +and I've been here longer than any of you, and I'll give +you a word of advice in time, for I shouldn't like to see +any of you getting sacked. 'Down with the Doctor,' is +easier said than done. You'll find him pretty tight on his +perch, I take it, and an awkwardish customer to handle +in that line. Besides, now, what customs has he put +down? There was the good old custom of taking the +linch-pins out of the farmers' and bagmen's gigs at the +fairs, and a cowardly blackguard custom it was. We all +know what came of it, and no wonder the Doctor objected +to it. But, come now, any of you, name a custom that +he has put down."</p> + +<p>"The hounds," calls out a fifth-form boy, clad in a green +cutaway with brass buttons and cord trousers, the leader +of the sporting interest, and reputed a great rider and a +keen hand generally.</p> + +<p>"Well, we had six or seven mangy harriers and beagles<a name="FNanchor_13_376" id="FNanchor_13_376"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_376" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> +belonging to the house, I'll allow, and had had them for +years, and the Doctor put them down. But what good +ever came of them? Only rows with all the keepers<a name="FNanchor_14_377" id="FNanchor_14_377"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_377" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> for +ten miles round; and big-side Hare and Hounds<a name="FNanchor_15_378" id="FNanchor_15_378"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_378" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> is better +fun ten times over. What else?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span></p> +<p>No answer.</p> + +<h4>STANDETH UP FOR "THE DOCTOR."</h4> + +<p>"Well, I won't go on. Think it over for yourselves; +you'll find, I believe, that he doesn't meddle with any one +that's worth keeping. And mind now, I say again, look +out for squalls, if you will go your own way, and that way +isn't the Doctor's, for it'll lead to grief. You all know +that I am not the fellow to back a master through thick +and thin. If I saw him stopping foot-ball, or cricket, or +bathing, or sparring,<a name="FNanchor_16_379" id="FNanchor_16_379"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_379" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> I'd be as ready as any fellow to stand +up about it. But he doesn't—he encourages them. Didn't +you see him put to-day for half an hour watching us?—(loud +cheers for the Doctor)—and he's a strong true man, +and a wise one too, and a public-school man too. (Cheers.) +And so let's stick to him, and talk no more stuff, and +drink his health as the head of the house. (Loud cheers.) +And now I have done blowing up, and very glad I am +to have done. But it's a solemn thing to be thinking of +leaving a place which one has lived in and loved for eight +years; and if one can say a word for the good of the old +house at such a time, why, it should be said, whether bitter +or sweet. If I hadn't been proud of the house and you—ay, +no one knows how proud—I shouldn't be blowing you +up. And now let's get to singing. But before I sit down +I must give you a toast, to be drunk with three-times-three +and all the honors. It's a toast which I hope every one of +us, wherever he may go hereafter, will never fail to drink +when he thinks of the brave bright days of his boyhood. +It's a toast which should bind us all together, and to those +who've gone before, and who'll come after us here. It is +the dear old School-house—the best house of the best +School in England!"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span></p> +<h4>SCHOOL IDOLATRIES.</h4> + +<p>My dear boys, old and young, you who have belonged, +or do belong, to other schools and other houses, don't +begin throwing my poor little book about the room, and +abusing me and it, and vowing you'll read no more when +you get to this point. I allow you've provocation for it. +But, come now—would you, any of you, give a fig for a +fellow who didn't believe in, and stand up for, his own +house and his own school? You know you wouldn't. +Then don't object to my cracking up the old School-house, +Rugby. Haven't I a right to do it, when I'm taking all +the trouble of writing this true history for all of your +benefits? If you aren't satisfied, go and write the history +of your own houses in your own times, and say all you +know for your own schools and houses, provided it's true, +and I'll read it without abusing you.</p> + +<p>The last few words hit the audience in their weakest +place; they had been not altogether enthusiastic at several +parts of old Brooke's speech; but "the best house of the +best School of England," was too much for them all, and +carried even the sporting and drinking interests off their +legs into rapturous applause, and (it is to be hoped) resolutions +to lead a new life and remember old Brooke's +words; which, however, they didn't altogether do, as will +appear hereafter.</p> + +<p>But it required all old Brooke's popularity to carry +down parts of his speech: especially that relating to the +Doctor. For there are no such bigoted holders by established +forms and customs, be they never so foolish or +meaningless, as English schoolboys, at least the schoolboys +of our generation. We magnified into heroes every +boy who had left, and looked upon him with awe and +reverence, when he revisited the place a year or so +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span> +afterwards, on his way to or from Oxford or Cambridge; and +happy was the boy who remembered him, and sure of an +audience as he expounded what he used to do and say, +though it were sad enough stuff to make angels, not to +say head-masters, weep.</p> + +<h4>"THE DOCTOR" AND HIS WORKS.</h4> + +<p>We looked upon every trumpery little custom and habit +which had obtained in the School as though it had been a +law of the Medes and Persians,<a name="FNanchor_17_380" id="FNanchor_17_380"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_380" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> and regarded the infringement +or variation of it a sort of sacrilege. And the Doctor, +than whom no man or boy had a stronger liking for old +school customs, which were good and sensible, had, as has +already been hinted, come into most decided collision with +several which were neither the one nor the other. And as +old Brooke had said, when he came into collision with boys +or customs, there was nothing for them but to give in or +take themselves off; because what he said had to be done, +and no mistake about it. And this was beginning to be +pretty clearly understood; the boys felt that there was a +strong man over them, who would have things his own +way; and hadn't yet learned that he was a wise and loving +man also. His personal character and influence had not +had time to make itself felt, except by a very few of the +bigger boys with whom he came more directly in contact; +and he was looked upon with great fear and dislike by the +great majority even of his own house. For he had found +School and School-house in a state of monstrous license and +misrule, and was still employed in the necessary but unpopular +work of setting up order with a strong hand.</p> + +<p>However, as has been said, old Brooke triumphed, and +the boys cheered him, and then the Doctor. And then +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span> +more songs came, and the healths of the other boys about +to leave, who each made a speech, one flowery, another +maudlin,<a name="FNanchor_18_381" id="FNanchor_18_381"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_381" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> a third prosy, and so on, which are not necessary +to be here recorded.</p> + +<p>Half-past nine struck in the middle of the performance +of "Auld Lang Syne," a most obstreperous proceeding; +during which there was an immense amount of standing +with one foot on the table, knocking mugs together and +shaking hands, without which accompaniments it seems +impossible for the youth of Britain to take part in that +famous old song. The under-porter of the School-house +entered during the performance, bearing five or six long +wooden candlesticks, with lighted dips<a name="FNanchor_19_382" id="FNanchor_19_382"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_382" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> in them, which he +proceeded to stick into their holes in such part of the great +tables as he could get at; and then stood outside the ring +till the end of the song, when he was hailed with shouts.</p> + +<p>"Bill, you old muff,<a name="FNanchor_20_383" id="FNanchor_20_383"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_383" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> the half-hour hasn't struck."</p> + +<p>"Sing us a song, old boy." "Don't you wish you may +get the table?"</p> + +<p>Bill remonstrated: "Now, gentlemen, there's only ten +minutes to prayers, and we must get the hall straight."</p> + +<p>Shouts of "No, no!" and a violent effort to strike up +"Billie Taylor" for the third time. Bill looked appealingly +to old Brooke, who got up and stopped the noise. +"Now, then, lend a hand, you youngsters, and get the +tables back, clear away the jugs<a name="FNanchor_21_384" id="FNanchor_21_384"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_384" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> and glasses. Bill's right. +Open the windows, Warner." The boy addressed, who +sat by the long ropes, proceeded to pull up the great windows, +and let in a clear fresh rush of night air, which made +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span> +the candles flicker and gutter and the fires roar. The +circle broke up, each collaring his own jug, glass, and +song-book; Bill pounced on the big table, and began to +rattle it away to its place outside the buttery-door. The +lower-passage boys carried off their small tables, aided by +their friends, while above all, standing on the great hall +table, a knot of untiring sons of harmony made night doleful +by a prolonged performance of "God save the King." +His Majesty King William IV.<a name="FNanchor_22_385" id="FNanchor_22_385"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_385" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> then reigned over us, a +monarch deservedly popular amongst the boys addicted to +melody, to whom he was chiefly known from the beginning +of that excellent, if slightly vulgar song in which they +much delighted:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"Come, neighbors all, both great and small,<br /> + Perform your duties here,<br /> +And loudly sing 'live Billy our King,'<br /> + For bating<a name="FNanchor_23_386" id="FNanchor_23_386"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_386" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> the tax upon beer." +</p></div> + +<h4>LAST LOYAL STRAINS.</h4> + +<p>Others of the more learned in songs also celebrated his +praises in a sort of ballad, which I take to have been written +by some Irish loyalists. I have forgotten all but the +chorus, which ran:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"God save our good King William, be his name forever blest,<br /> +He's the father of all his people, and the guardian of all the rest." +</p></div> + +<p>In truth we were loyal subjects in those days, in a rough +way. I trust that our successors make as much of her +present majesty, and, having regard to the greater refinement +of the times, have adopted or written other songs +equally hearty, but more civilized, in her honor.</p> + +<h4>PRAYERS.</h4> + +<p>Then the quarter to ten struck, and the prayer-bell +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span> +rang. The sixth and fifth form boys ranged themselves +in their school order along the wall, on either side of the +great fires, the middle fifth and upper-school boys around +the long table in the middle of the hall, and the lower-school +boys round the upper part of the second long table, +which ran down the side of the hall furthest from the +fires. Here Tom found himself at the bottom of all, in a +state of mind and body not at all fit for prayers, as he +thought; and so tried hard to make himself serious, but +couldn't for the life of him do anything but repeat in his +head the choruses of some of the songs, and stare at all the +boys opposite, wondering at the brilliancy of their waistcoats, +and speculating what sort of fellows they were. The +steps of the head-porter are heard on the stairs, and a light +gleams at the door. "Hush!" from the fifth-form boys +who stand there, and then in strides the Doctor, cap on +head, book in one hand, and gathering up his gown in the +other. He walks up the middle, and takes his post by +Warner, who begins calling over the names. The Doctor +takes no notice of anything, but quietly turns over his +book, and finds the place, and then stands, cap in hand, +and finger in book, looking straight before his nose. He +knows better than any one when to look, and when to see +nothing; to-night is singing-night, and there's been lots of +noise and no harm done. So the Doctor sees nothing, but +fascinates Tom in a horrible manner, as he stands there, +and reads out the Psalm in that deep, ringing, searching +voice of his. Prayers are over, and Tom still stares open-mouthed +after the Doctor's retiring figure, when he feels a +pull at his sleeve, and turning round, sees East.</p> + +<h4>TOSSING.</h4> + +<p>"I say, were you ever tossed in a blanket?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Tom; "why?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span></p> +<p>"'Cause there'll be tossing to-night, most likely, before +the sixth come up to bed. So if you funk,<a name="FNanchor_24_387" id="FNanchor_24_387"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_387" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> you just come +along and hide, or else they'll catch you and toss you."</p> + +<p>"Were you ever tossed? Does it hurt," inquired Tom.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, bless you, a dozen times," said East, as he +hobbled along by Tom's side up-stairs. "It doesn't hurt +unless you fall on the floor. But most fellows don't +like it."</p> + +<p>They stopped at the fire-place in the top passage, where +were a crowd of small boys whispering together, and evidently +unwilling to go up into the bedrooms. In a minute, +however, a study door opened, and a sixth-form boy came +out, and off they all scuttled up the stairs, and then noiselessly +dispersed to their different rooms. Tom's heart +beat rather quick as he and East reached their room, but +he had made up his mind.</p> + +<p>"I sha'n't hide, East," said he.</p> + +<p>"Very well, old fellow!" replied East, evidently pleased; +"no more shall I—they'll be here for us directly."</p> + +<p>The room was a great big one, with a dozen beds in it, +but not a boy that Tom could see, except East and himself. +East pulled off his coat and waistcoat, and then sat +on the bottom of the bed, whistling, and pulling off his +boots. Tom followed his example.</p> + +<p>A noise and steps are heard in the passage, the door +opens, and in rush four or five great fifth-form boys, headed +by Flashman in his glory.</p> + +<p>Tom and East slept in the further corner of the room, +and were not seen at first.</p> + +<p>"Gone to ground, eh?" roared Flashman; "push 'em +out then, boys! look under the beds;" and he pulled up the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span> +little white curtain of the one nearest him. "Who-o-op," +he roared, pulling away at the leg of a small boy, who +held on tight to the leg of the bed, and sung out lustily +for mercy.</p> + +<p>"Here, lend a hand, one of you, and help me pull out +this young howling brute. Hold your tongue, sir, or I'll +kill you!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, please, Flashman, please, Walker, don't toss me! +I'll fag for you, I'll do anything, only don't toss me."</p> + +<p>"You be hanged," said Flashman, lugging the wretched +boy along, "'twon't hurt you,——you! Come along! +boys, here he is."</p> + +<p>"I say Flashey," sung out another one of the big boys, +"drop that; you heard what old Pater Brooke said to-night. +I'll be hanged if we'll toss any one against his will—no +more bullying. Let him go, I say."</p> + +<p>Flashman, with an oath and a kick, released his prey, +who rushed headlong under his bed again, for fear they +should change their minds, and crept along underneath +the other beds, till he got under that of the sixth-form boy, +which he knew they daren't disturb.</p> + +<h4>EAST AND TOM DEVOTE THEMSELVES.</h4> + +<p>"There's plenty of youngsters don't care about it," said +Walker. "Here, here's Scud East—you'll be tossed, +won't you, young un?" Scud was East's nickname, or +"black," as we called it, gained by his fleetness of foot.</p> + +<p>"Yes," said East, "if you like, only mind my foot."</p> + +<p>"And here's another who didn't hide. Hullo! new boy; +what's your name, sir?"</p> + +<p>"Brown."</p> + +<p>"Well, Whitey Brown, you don't mind being tossed?"</p> + +<p>"No," said Tom, setting his teeth.</p> + +<p>"Come along, then, boys," sung out Walker, and away +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span> +they all went, carrying along Tom and East, to the intense +relief of four or five other small boys, who crept out from +under the beds and behind them.</p> + +<p>"What a trump Scud is!" said one. "They won't come +back here now."</p> + +<p>"And that new boy, too; he must be a good plucky one."</p> + +<p>"Ah, wait until he has been tossed on to the floor; see +how he'll like it then!"</p> + +<p>Meantime the procession went down the passage to No. +7, the largest room, and the scene of the tossing, in the +middle of which was a great open space. Here they joined +other parties of the bigger boys, each with a captive or +two, some willing to be tossed, some sullen, and some +frightened to death. At Walker's suggestion, all who +were afraid were let off, in honor of Pater Brooke's speech.</p> + +<p>Then a dozen big boys seized hold of a blanket, dragged +from one of the beds. "In with Scud, quick! there's no +time to lose." East was chucked into the blanket. "Once, +twice, thrice, and away!" Up he went like a shuttle-cock, +but not quite up to the ceiling.</p> + +<p>"Now, boys, with a will!" cried Walker. "Once, twice, +thrice, and away!" This time he went clear up, and kept +himself from touching the ceiling with his hands; and so +again a third time, when he was turned out, and up went +another boy. And then came Tom's turn. He lay quite +still, by East's advice, and didn't dislike the "once, twice, +thrice," but the "away" wasn't so pleasant. They were in +good wind now, and sent him slap up to the ceiling the +first time, against which his knees came rather sharply. +But the moment's pause before descending was the rub, +the feeling of utter helplessness, and of leaving his whole +inside behind him sticking to the ceiling. Tom was very +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span> +near shouting to be set down, when he found himself back +in the blanket, but thought of East, and didn't; and so +took his three tosses without a kick or a cry, and was +called a young trump for his pains.</p> + +<h4>A BULLY'S REFINEMENTS.</h4> + +<p>He and East, having earned it, stood now looking on. +No catastrophe happened, as all the captives were cool +hands, and didn't struggle. This didn't suit Flashman. +What your real bully likes in tossing, is when the boys +kick and struggle, or hold on to one side of the blanket, +and so get pitched bodily on to the floor; it's no fun to +him when no one is hurt or frightened.</p> + +<p>"Let's toss two of them together, Walker," suggested +he. "What a cursed bully you are, Flashey!" rejoined +the other. "Up with another one."</p> + +<p>And so after all, the two boys were not tossed together. +The peculiar hardship of which tossing, is that it's too much +for human nature to lie still then and share troubles; and +so the wretched pair of small boys struggle in the air +which shall fall atop in the descent, to the no small risk +of both falling out of the blanket, and the huge delight of +brutes like Flashman.</p> + +<p>But now there's a cry that the præpostor of the room +is coming; so the tossing stops, and all scatter to their +different rooms, and Tom is left to turn in with the first +day's experience of a public school to meditate upon.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_364" id="Footnote_1_364"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_364"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Opodeldoc</b>: a liniment.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_365" id="Footnote_2_365"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_365"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Tuck-shop</b>: cook or pastry shop.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_366" id="Footnote_3_366"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_366"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Tick</b>: credit.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_367" id="Footnote_4_367"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_367"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Bore</b>: an annoyance.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_368" id="Footnote_5_368"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_368"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Sedan-chair</b>: a kind of covered chair for carrying a single person, +borne on poles by two men.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_369" id="Footnote_6_369"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_369"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Louts</b>: here, town men or boys, "outsiders."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_370" id="Footnote_7_370"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_370"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Jugs</b>: pitchers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_371" id="Footnote_8_371"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_371"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Fugle-man</b>: leader.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_372" id="Footnote_9_372"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_372"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Chesapeake and Shannon</b>: a song on the famous naval duel off Boston +Harbor, in 1813, between the American frigate Chesapeake, and the +British ship Shannon. The English gained the victory; but later, the +Americans effectually beat them.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_373" id="Footnote_10_373"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_373"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Pater Brooke</b>: Father Brooke, because he was now an "old boy" +about to graduate.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_374" id="Footnote_11_374"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_374"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Balliol scholarship</b>: a scholarship in Balliol College, one of the leading +colleges of Oxford. Such scholarships are frequently worth from $800 +to $1000 a year.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_375" id="Footnote_12_375"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_375"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Doctor</b>: Doctor Arnold. He became head-master of Rugby in 1828. +He was a power for good in every direction. He reconstructed the school +system, and put the boys on their honor, never in any way questioning +their word, so that it came to be a saying in the school, "that it was a +shame to tell Arnold a lie; he always believes one." Perhaps no teacher +in England was so beloved or had such influence.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_376" id="Footnote_13_376"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_376"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Harriers and beagles</b>: dogs used for hunting hares.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_377" id="Footnote_14_377"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_377"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Keepers</b>: game-keepers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_378" id="Footnote_15_378"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_378"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Hare and Hounds</b>: next to foot-ball, this is the great sport at Rugby. +Several boys representing the hares, start to run a certain course, and are +shortly after followed by the whole school as hounds. In some cases +thirteen miles have been run in less than an hour and a half.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_379" id="Footnote_16_379"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_379"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Sparring</b>: boxing.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_380" id="Footnote_17_380"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_380"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Medes and Persians</b>: ancient nations of the east; noted for their +adherence to the laws of their forefathers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_381" id="Footnote_18_381"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_381"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Maudlin</b>: silly.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_382" id="Footnote_19_382"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_382"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Dips</b>: cheap tallow candles.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_383" id="Footnote_20_383"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_383"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Muff</b>: usually a soft, useless kind of person; here, codger.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_384" id="Footnote_21_384"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_384"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Jugs</b>: pitchers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_385" id="Footnote_22_385"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_385"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>William IV.</b>: 1830 to 1837.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_386" id="Footnote_23_386"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_386"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Bating</b>: lowering.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_387" id="Footnote_24_387"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_387"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Funk</b>: feel afraid.</p></div> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + +<h3>SETTLING TO THE COLLAR.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"Says Giles, 'Tis mortal hard to go;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But if so be's I must.</span><br /> +I means to follow arter he<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As goes hisself the fust."—<i>Ballad.</i></span><br /> +</p></div> +</div> + +<p>Everybody, I suppose, knows the dreamy, delicious +state in which one lies, half asleep, half awake, while +consciousness begins to return, after a sound night's rest +in a new place which we are glad to be in, following upon +a day of unwonted excitement and exertion. There are +few pleasanter pieces of life. The worst of it is that they +last such a short time; for, nurse them as you will, by +lying perfectly passive in mind and body, you can't make +more than five minutes or so of them. After which time +the stupid, obtrusive, wakeful entity<a name="FNanchor_1_388" id="FNanchor_1_388"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_388" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> which we call "I," +as impatient as he is stiff-necked, spite of our teeth will +force himself back again, and take possession of us down +to our very toes.</p> + +<h4>WAKING UP; MOVEMENTS OF BOGLE.</h4> + +<p>It was in this state that Master Tom lay at half-past +seven on the morning following the day of his arrival, and +from his clean little white bed watched the movements of +Bogle (the generic name<a name="FNanchor_2_389" id="FNanchor_2_389"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_389" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> by which the successive shoeblacks +of the School-house were known), as he marched +round from bed to bed, collecting the dirty shoes and +boots, and depositing clean ones in their places.<a name="FNanchor_3_390" id="FNanchor_3_390"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_390" class="fnanchor">[3]</a></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span></p> +<p>There he lay, half doubtful as to where exactly in the +universe he was, but conscious that he had made a step in +life which he had been anxious to make. It was only just +light as he looked lazily out of the wide windows, and saw +the tops of the great elms, and the rooks circling about, +and cawing remonstrances to the lazy ones of their commonwealth, +before starting in a body for the neighboring +plowed fields. The noise of the room door closing behind +Bogle, as he made his exit with the shoe-basket under his +arm, roused him thoroughly, and he sat up in bed and +looked round the room. What in the world could be the +matter with his shoulders and loins? He felt as if he had +been severely beaten all down his back, the natural results +of his performance at his first match. He drew up his +knees and rested his chin on them, and went over all the +events of yesterday, rejoicing in his new life, what he had +seen of it, and all that was to come.</p> + +<p>Presently one or two of the other boys roused themselves, +and began to sit up and talk to one another in low +tones. Then East, after a roll or two, came to an anchor, +also, and, nodding to Tom, began examining his ankle.</p> + +<p>"What a pull,"<a name="FNanchor_4_391" id="FNanchor_4_391"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_391" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> said he, "that it's lie-in-bed morning, +for I shall be as lame as a tree, I think."</p> + +<p>It was Sunday morning, and Sunday lectures had not +yet been established; so that nothing but breakfast intervened +between bed and eleven o'clock chapel,—a gap by +no means easy to fill up; in fact, though received with +the correct amount of grumbling, the first lecture instituted +by the Doctor shortly afterward was a great boon to +the school. It was lie-in-bed, and no one was in a hurry +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span> +to get up, especially in rooms where the sixth-form boy +was a good-tempered fellow, as was the case in Tom's room, +and allowed the small boys to talk and laugh, and do +pretty much what they pleased, so long as they didn't disturb +him. His bed was a bigger one than the rest, standing +in the corner by the fire-place, with a washing-stand +and large basin by the side, where he lay in state, with +his white curtains tucked in so as to form a retiring place; +an awful subject of contemplation to Tom, who slept +nearly opposite, and watched the great man rouse himself +and take a book from under his pillow, and begin reading, +leaning his head on his hand, and turning his back to the +room. Soon, however, a noise of striving urchins arose, +and muttered encouragements from the neighboring boys, +of—"Go it, Tadpole!" "Now, young Green!" "Haul +away his blanket!" "Slipper him on the hands!" Young +Green and little Hall, commonly called Tadpole, from his +great black head and thin legs, slept side by side far away +by the door, and were forever playing one another tricks, +which usually ended, as on this morning, in open and +violent collision: and now, unmindful of all order and +authority, there they were each hauling away at the other's +bed-clothes with one hand, and with the other, armed with +a slipper, belaboring whatever portion of the body of his +adversary came within reach.</p> + +<h4>GETTING UP.</h4> + +<p>"Hold that noise, up in the corner!" called out the +præpostor, sitting up and looking round his curtains; and +the Tadpole and young Green sank down into their disordered +beds, and then, looking at his watch, added: +"Hullo, past eight!—whose turn for hot water?"</p> + +<p>(Where the præpostor was particular in his ablutions, +the fags in his room had to descend in turn to the kitchen, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span> +and beg or steal hot water for him; and often the custom +extended further, and two boys went down every morning +to get a supply for the whole room.)</p> + +<p>"East's and Tadpole's," answered the senior fag, who +kept the rota.<a name="FNanchor_5_392" id="FNanchor_5_392"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_392" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></p> + +<p>"I can't go," said East; "I'm dead lame."</p> + +<p>"Well, be quick, some of you, that's all," said the great +man, as he turned out of bed, and putting on his slippers, +went out into the great passage which runs the whole +length of the bedrooms, to get his Sunday habiliments out +of his portmanteau.</p> + +<p>"Let me go for you," said Tom to East. "I should +like it."</p> + +<p>"Well, thank'ee, that's a good fellow. Just pull on +your trousers, and take your jug<a name="FNanchor_6_393" id="FNanchor_6_393"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_393" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> and mine. Tadpole will +show you the way."</p> + +<p>And so Tom and the Tadpole, in night-shirts and +trousers, started off down-stairs, and through "Thos's +hole," as the little buttery, where candles and beer and +bread and cheese were served out at night, was called; +across the School-house court, down a long passage, and +into the kitchen; where, after some parley with the stalwart, +handsome cook, who declared that she had filled a +dozen jugs already, they got their hot water, and returned +with all speed and great caution. As it was, they narrowly +escaped capture by some privateers<a name="FNanchor_7_394" id="FNanchor_7_394"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_394" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> from the fifth-form +rooms, who were on the look-out for the hot-water convoys, +and pursued them up to the very door of their room, +making them spill half their load in the passage. "Better +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span> +than going down again, though," Tadpole remarked, "as +we should have had to do, if those beggars had caught us."</p> + +<h4>THE "CLOSE" BEFORE CHAPEL.</h4> + +<p>By the time that the calling-over bell rang, Tom and +his new comrades were all down, dressed in their best +clothes, and he had the satisfaction of answering "here" +to his name for the first time, the præpostor of the week +having put it in at the bottom of his list. And then came +breakfast, and a saunter about the close and town with +East, whose lameness only became severe when any fagging +had to be done. And so they whiled away the time +until morning chapel.</p> + +<p>It was a fine November morning, and the close soon became +alive with boys of all ages, who sauntered about on +the grass, or walked round the gravel-walk, in parties of +two or three. East, still doing the cicerone, pointed out +all the remarkable characters to Tom as they passed: +Osbert, who could throw a cricket ball from the little side +ground over the rook-trees to the Doctor's wall; Gray, who +had got the Balliol scholarship, and, what East evidently +thought of much more importance, a half-holiday for the +school by his success; Thorne, who had run ten miles in +two minutes over the hour; Black, who had held his own +against the cock of the town in the last row with the +louts; and many more heroes, who then and there walked +about and were worshipped, all trace of whom has long +since vanished from the scene of their fame; and the +fourth-form boy who reads their names rudely cut out on +old hall tables, or painted upon the big side-cupboard (if +hall tables and big side-cupboards still exist), wonders +what manner of boys they were. It will be the same with +you who wonder, my sons, whatever your prowess may be, +in cricket, or scholarship, or foot-ball. Two or three +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span> +years, more or less, and then the steadily advancing, +blessed wave will pass over your names as it has passed +over ours. Nevertheless, play your games and do your +work manfully—see only that that be done, and let the +remembrance of it take care of itself.</p> + +<h4>MORNING AND AFTERNOON CHAPEL.</h4> + +<p>The chapel-bell began to ring at a quarter to eleven, +and Tom got in early, took his place in the lowest row, +and watched all the other boys come in and take their +places, filling row after row; and tried to construe<a name="FNanchor_8_395" id="FNanchor_8_395"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_395" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> the +Greek text which was inscribed over the door with the +slightest possible success, and wondering which of the +masters, who walked down the chapel and took their seats +in the exalted boxes at the end, would be his lord. And +then came the closing of the doors, and the Doctor, in his +robes, and the service, which, however, didn't impress +him much, for his feeling of wonder and curiosity was too +strong. And the boy on one side of him was scratching +his name on the oak paneling in front, and he couldn't +help watching to see what the name was, and whether it +was well scratched; and the boy on the other side went to +sleep and kept falling against him; and on the whole, +though many boys even in that part of the School, were +serious and attentive, the general atmosphere was by no +means devotional; and when he got out into the close +again, he didn't feel at all comfortable, or as if he had +been to church.</p> + +<p>But at afternoon chapel it was quite another thing. +He had spent the time after dinner in writing home to +his mother, and so was in a better frame of mind: and +his first curiosity was over, and he could attend more to +the service. As the hymn after the prayers was being +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span> +sung, and the chapel was getting a little dark, he was +beginning to feel that he had been really worshipping. And +then came that great event in his, as in every Rugby boy's +life of that day,—the first sermon from the Doctor.</p> + +<h4>THE SERMON.</h4> + +<p>More worthy pens than mine have described that scene—the +oak pulpit standing out by itself above the School +seats; the tall, gallant form, the kindling eye, the voice, +now soft as the low notes of a flute, now clear and stirring +as the call of the light infantry bugle, of him who stood +there Sunday after Sunday, witnessing and pleading for his +Lord, the King of righteousness and love and glory, with +whose spirit he was filled, and in whose power he spoke; +the long lines of young faces, rising tier above tier down +the whole length of the chapel, from the little boy's who +had just left his mother to the young man's who was +going out next week into the great world rejoicing in his +strength. It was a great and solemn sight, and never +more so than at this time of the year, when the only lights +in the chapel were in the pulpit and at the seats of the +præpostors of the week, and the soft twilight stole over +the rest of the chapel, deepening into darkness in the +high gallery behind the organ.</p> + +<p>But what was it, after all, which seized and held these +three hundred boys, dragging them out of themselves, +willing or unwilling, for twenty minutes, on Sunday afternoons? +True, there always were boys scattered up and +down the School, who in heart and head were worthy to +hear and able to carry away the deepest and wisest words +spoken. But these were a minority always, generally a +very small one, often so small a one as to be countable on +the fingers of your hand. What was it that moved and +held us, the rest of the three hundred reckless, childish +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span> +boys, who feared the Doctor with our hearts, and very +little besides in heaven or earth: who thought more of our +sets<a name="FNanchor_9_396" id="FNanchor_9_396"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_396" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> in the School than of the Church of Christ, and put +the traditions of Rugby and the public opinion of boys in +our daily life above the laws of God? We couldn't enter +into half that we heard; we hadn't the knowledge of our +own hearts or the knowledge of one another; and little +enough of the faith, hope, and love needed to that end. +But we listened, as all boys in their better moods will +listen (ay, and men, too, for the matter of that), to a man +whom we felt to be, with all his heart and soul and +strength, striving against whatever was mean and unmanly +and unrighteous in our little world. It was not +the cold clear voice of one giving advice and warning from +serene heights to those who were struggling and sinning +below, but the warm living voice of one who was fighting +for us and by our sides, and calling on us to help him and +ourselves and one another. And so, wearily and little by +little, but surely and steadily on the whole, was brought +home to the young boy, for the first time, the meaning of +his life: that it was no fool's or sluggard's paradise into +which he had wandered by chance, but a battle-field ordained +from of old, where there are no spectators, but the +youngest must take his side, and the stakes are life and +death. And he who roused this consciousness in them +showed them at the same time, by every word he spoke in +the pulpit, and by his whole daily life, how that battle was +to be fought; and stood there before them their fellow-soldier +and the captain of their band. The true sort of +captain, too, for a boy's army, one who had no misgivings +and gave no uncertain word of command, and, let who +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span> +would yield or make truce, would fight the fight out (so +every boy felt) to the last gasp and the last drop of blood. +Other sides of his character might take hold of and influence +boys here and there, but it was this thoroughness +and undaunted courage which more than anything else +won his way to the hearts of the great mass of those on +whom he left his mark, and made them believe first in him, +and then in his Master.</p> + +<h4>THE DOCTOR'S FIRST HOLD.</h4> + +<p>It was this quality, above all others, which moved such +boys as our hero, who had nothing whatever remarkable +about him except excess of boyishness; by which I mean +animal life in its fullest measure, good-nature and honest +impulses, hatred of injustice and meanness, and thoughtlessness +enough to sink a three-decker.<a name="FNanchor_10_397" id="FNanchor_10_397"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_397" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> And so, during +the next two years, in which it was more than doubtful +whether he would get good or evil from the school, and +before any steady purpose or principle grew up in him, +whatever his week's sins or shortcomings might have been, +he hardly ever left the chapel on Sunday evenings without +a serious resolve to stand by and follow the Doctor, and a +feeling that it was only cowardice (the incarnation<a name="FNanchor_11_398" id="FNanchor_11_398"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_398" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> of all +other sins in such a boy's mind) which hindered him from +doing so with all his heart.</p> + +<p>The next day Tom was duly placed in the third form, +and began his lessons in a corner of the Big School.<a name="FNanchor_12_399" id="FNanchor_12_399"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_399" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> He +found the work very easy, as he had been well grounded +and knew his grammar by heart; and, as he had no intimate +companion to make him idle (East and his other +School-house friends being in the lower fourth, the form +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span> +above him), soon gained golden opinions from his master, +who said he was placed too low, and should be put out at +the end of the half-year. So all went well with him in +school, and he wrote the most flourishing letters home to +his mother, full of his own success, and the unspeakable +delights of a public school.</p> + +<p>In the house too all went well. The end of the half-year +was drawing near, which kept everybody in a good +humor, and the house was ruled well and strongly by +Warner and Brooke. True, the general system was rough +and hard, and there was bullying in nooks and corners, +bad signs for the future; but it never got further, or dared +show itself openly, stalking about the passages and hall +and bedrooms, and making the life of the small boys a +continual fear.</p> + +<h4>HOUSE-FAGGING.</h4> + +<p>Tom, as a new boy, was of right excused fagging for +the first month, but in his enthusiasm for his new life +this privilege hardly pleased him; and East and others of +his young friends discovering this, kindly allowed him to +indulge his fancy, and take their turns at night-fagging +and cleaning studies. These were the principal duties of +the fags in the house. From supper until nine o'clock, +three fags taken in order stood in the passages, and answered +any præpostor who called fag, racing to the door, +the last comer having to do the work. This consisted +generally of going to the buttery for beer and bread and +cheese (for the great men did not sup with the rest, but +had each his own allowance, in his study or the fifth-form +room), cleaning candlesticks and putting in new candles, +toasting cheese, and carrying messages about the house; +and Tom, in the first blush of his hero-worship, felt it a +high privilege to receive orders from, and be the bearer of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> +the supper of old Brooke. And besides this night-work +each præpostor had three or four fags specially allotted to +him, of whom he was supposed to be the guide, philosopher, +and friend, and who in return for these good offices +had to clean out his study every morning by turns, directly +after first lesson and before he returned from breakfast. +And the pleasure of seeing the great men's studies, and +looking at their pictures, and peeping into their books, +made Tom a ready substitute for any boy who was too +lazy to do his own work. And so he gained the character +of a good-natured, willing fellow, who was ready to do a +turn for any one.</p> + +<p>In all the games, too, he joined with all his heart, and +soon became well versed in all the mysteries of foot-ball, +by continual practice at the School-house little-side, which +played daily.</p> + +<h4>HARE AND HOUNDS.</h4> + +<p>The only incident worth recording here, however, was +his first run at Hare and Hounds. On the last Tuesday but +one of the half-year, he was passing through the hall after +dinner, when he was hailed with shouts from Tadpole and +several other fags seated at one of the long tables, the +chorus of which was "Come and help us tear up scent."</p> + +<p>Tom approached the table in obedience to the mysterious +summons, always ready to help, and found the party +engaged in tearing up old newspapers, copy-books, and +magazines into small pieces, with which they were filling +four large canvas bags.</p> + +<p>"It's the turn of our house to find scent for big-side +Hare and Hounds," exclaimed Tadpole; "tear away, there's +no time to lose before calling-over."</p> + +<p>"I think it's a great shame," said another small boy, +"to have such a hard run for the last day."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p> +<p>"Which run is it?" cried Tadpole.</p> + +<p>"Oh, the Barby run, I hear," answered the other; +"nine miles at least, and hard ground; no chance of getting +in at the finish, unless you're a first-rate scud."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm going to have a try," said Tadpole; "it's +the last run of the half."</p> + +<p>"I should like to try, too," said Tom.</p> + +<p>"Well, then leave your waistcoat behind, and listen at the +door, after calling-over, and you'll hear where the meet is."</p> + +<p>After calling-over, sure enough, there were two boys at +the door calling out: "Big-side Hare and Hounds meet at +White Hall"; and Tom, having girded himself with a +leather strap, and left all superfluous clothing behind, set +off for White Hall, an old gable-ended<a name="FNanchor_13_400" id="FNanchor_13_400"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_400" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> house some quarter +of a mile from the town, and East, whom he had +persuaded to join, notwithstanding his prophecy that they +could never get in, as it was the hardest run of the year.</p> + +<h4>THE MEET AND THE FIRST BURST.</h4> + +<p>At the meet they found some forty or fifty boys, and +Tom felt sure, from having seen many of them run at foot-ball, +that he and East were more likely to get in than they.</p> + +<p>After a few minutes' waiting, two well-known runners, +chosen for the hares, buckled on the four bags filled with +scent, compared their watches with those of young Brooke +and Thorne, and started off at a long, slinging trot across +the fields in the direction of Barby.</p> + +<p>Then the hounds clustered round Thorne, who explained +shortly, "They're to have six minutes' law.<a name="FNanchor_14_401" id="FNanchor_14_401"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_401" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> We +run to the Cock,<a name="FNanchor_15_402" id="FNanchor_15_402"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_402" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> and every one who comes in within a +quarter of an hour of the hares'll be counted, if he has +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span> +been round Barby Church." Then came a minute's pause +or so, and then the watches are pocketed, and the pack is +led through the gate-way into the field which the hares +had first crossed. Here they break into a trot, scattering +over the field to find the first traces of the scent which +the hares throw out as they go along. The old hounds +make straight for the likely points, and in a minute a cry +of "Forward" comes from one of them, and the whole +pack quickening their pace make for the spot, while the +boy who hit the scent first, and the two or three nearest +to him, are over the first fence, and making play along +the hedge-row in the long grass-field beyond. The rest +of the pack rush at the gap already made, and scramble +through, jostling one another. "Forward" again, before +they are half through; the pace quickens into a sharp +run, the tail hounds all straining to get up to the lucky +leaders. They are gallant hares, and the scent lies thick +right across another meadow and into a plowed field, +where the pace begins to tell; then over a good wattle<a name="FNanchor_16_403" id="FNanchor_16_403"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_403" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> +with a ditch on the other side, and down a large pasture +studded with old thorns, which slopes down to the first +brook; the great Leicestershire<a name="FNanchor_17_404" id="FNanchor_17_404"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_404" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> sheep charge away across +the field as the pack comes racing down the slope. The +brook is a small one, and the scent lies right ahead up the +opposite slope, and as thick as ever; not a turn or a check +to favor the tail hounds, who strain on, now trailing in +a long line, many a youngster beginning to drag his legs +heavily, and feel his heart beat like a hammer, and the +bad plucked ones thinking that after all it isn't worth +while to keep it up.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span></p> +<p>Tom, East, and the Tadpole had a good start, and are +well up for such young hands, and, after rising the slope +and crossing the next field, find themselves up with the +leading hounds, who have overrun the scent, and are trying +back; they have come a mile and a half in about +eleven minutes, a pace which shows that it is the last day. +About twenty-five of the original starters only show here, +the rest having already given in; the leaders are busy +making casts<a name="FNanchor_18_405" id="FNanchor_18_405"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_405" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> into the fields on the left and right, and +the others get their second winds.</p> + +<p>Then comes the cry of "Forward" again, from young +Brooke, from the extreme left, and the pack settle down +to work again steadily and doggedly, the whole keeping +pretty well together. The scent, though still good, is not +so thick; there is no need of that, for in this part of the +run every one knows the line which must be taken, and +so there are no casts to be made, but good downright +running and fencing to be done. All who are now up +mean coming in, and they come to the foot of Barby Hill +without losing more than two or three more of the pack. +This last straight two miles and a half is always a vantage-ground<a name="FNanchor_19_406" id="FNanchor_19_406"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_406" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> +for the hounds, and the hares know it well; +they are generally viewed on the side of Barby Hill, and +all eyes are on the look-out for them to-day. But not +a sign of them appears, so now will be the hard work for +the hounds, and there is nothing for it but to cast about +for the scent, for it is now the hares' turn, and they may +baffle the pack dreadfully in the next two miles.</p> + +<p>Ill fares it now with our youngsters that they are +School-house boys, and so follow young Brooke, for he +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> +takes the wide casts round to the left, conscious of his +own powers, and loving the hard work. For if you +would consider for a moment, you small boys, you would +remember that the Cock, where the run ends, lies far out +to the right, on the Dunchurch road, so that every cast +you take to the left is so much extra work. And at this +stage of the run, when the evening is closing in already, +no one remarks whether you run a little cunning or not, +so you should stick to those crafty hounds who keep +edging away to the right, and not follow a prodigal like +young Brooke, whose legs are twice as long as yours and +of cast-iron, wholly indifferent to one or two miles, more +or less. However, they struggle after him, panting and +plunging along, Tom and East pretty close, and Tadpole, +whose big head begins to pull him down, some thirty +yards behind.</p> + +<h4>THE FIRST CHECK.</h4> + +<p>Now comes a brook, with stiff clay banks, from which +they can hardly drag their legs, and they hear faint cries +for help from the wretched Tadpole, who has fairly stuck +fast. But they have too little run left in themselves to +pull up for their own brothers. Three fields more, and +another check, and then "forward," called away to the +extreme right.</p> + +<p>The two boys' souls die within them; they can never do +it. Young Brooke thinks so, too, and says, kindly: "You'll +cross a lane after next field, keep down it, and you'll hit +the Dunchurch road below the Cock," and then, steams +away for the run in, in which he's sure to be first, as if he +were just starting. They struggle on across the next field, +the "forwards" getting fainter and fainter, and then ceasing. +The whole hunt is out of earshot, and all hope of +coming in is over.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span></p> +<h4>NO GO.</h4> + +<p>"Hang it all!" broke out East, as soon as he had got +wind enough, pulling off his hat and mopping at his face, +all spattered with dirt, and lined with sweat, from which +went up a thick steam into the still, cold air. "I told you +how it would be. What a thick<a name="FNanchor_20_407" id="FNanchor_20_407"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_407" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> I was to come! Here +we are dead beat, and yet I know we're close to the run +in, if we knew the country."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Tom, mopping away, and gulping down +his disappointment, "it can't be helped. We did our best, +anyhow. Hadn't we better find this lane, and go down it +as young Brooke told us?"</p> + +<p>"I suppose so—nothing else for it," grunted East. "If +ever I go out last day again," growl—growl—growl.</p> + +<p>So they tried back slowly and sorrowfully, and found +the lane, and went limping down it, plashing in the cold, +puddly ruts, and beginning to feel how the run had taken +it out of them. The evening closed in fast, and clouded +over, dark, cold, and dreary.</p> + +<h4>CONSEQUENCES.</h4> + +<p>"I say, it must be locking-up, I should think," remarked +East, breaking the silence; "it's so dark."</p> + +<p>"What if we're late?" said Tom.</p> + +<p>"No tea, and sent up to the Doctor," answered East.</p> + +<p>The thought didn't add to their cheerfulness. Presently +a faint halloo was heard from an adjoining field. They +answered it, and stopped, hoping for some competent rustic +to guide them, when over a gate some twenty yards +ahead crawled the wretched Tadpole, in a state of collapse; +he had lost a shoe in the brook, and had been +groping in it up to his elbows in the stiff, wet clay, and a +more miserable creature in the shape of a boy seldom has +been seen.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span></p> +<p>The sight of him, notwithstanding, cheered them, for he +was some degrees more wretched than they. They also +cheered him, as he was no longer under the dread of passing +his night alone in the fields. And so in better heart +the three plashed painfully down the never-ending lane. +At last it widened, just as utter darkness set in, and they +came out on a turnpike road, and there paused bewildered, +for they had lost all bearings, and knew not whether to +turn to the right or left.</p> + +<p>Luckily for them they had not to decide, for lumbering +along the road, with one lamp lighted, and two spavined +horses in the shafts, came a heavy coach, which after a +moment's suspense, they recognized as the Oxford coach, +the redoubtable Pig and Whistle.</p> + +<p>It lumbered slowly up, and the boys mustering their +last run, caught it as it passed, and began clambering up +behind, in which exploit East missed his footing, and fell +flat on his nose along the road. Then the others hailed +the old scarecrow of a coachman, who pulled up and +agreed to take them in for a shilling; so there they sat on +the back seat, drubbing with their heels, and their teeth +chattering with cold, and jogged into Rugby some forty +minutes after locking-up.</p> + +<h4>THEIR RECEPTION.</h4> + +<p>Five minutes afterward, three small, limping, shivering +figures steal along through the Doctor's garden, and into +the house by the servants' entrance (all the other gates +have been closed long since), where the first thing they +light upon in the passage is old Thomas, ambling along, +candle in one hand and keys in the other.</p> + +<p>He stops and examines their condition with a grim +smile. "Ah! East, Hall, and Brown, late for locking-up. +Must go up to the Doctor's study at once."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span></p> +<p>"Well, but Thomas, mayn't we go and wash first? +You can put down the time, you know."</p> + +<p>"Doctor's study d'rectly you come in—that's the +orders," replied old Thomas, motioning toward the stairs +at the end of the passage which led up into the Doctor's +house; and the boys turned ruefully down it, not cheered +by the old verger's muttered remark, "What a pickle they +boys be in!" Thomas referred to their faces and habiliments, +but they construed it as indicating the Doctor's +state of mind. Upon the short flight of stairs they paused +to hold counsel.</p> + +<p>"Who'll go in first?" inquires Tadpole.</p> + +<p>"You—you're the senior," answered East.</p> + +<p>"Catch me—look at the state I'm in," rejoined Hall, +showing the arms of his jacket. "I must get behind you +two."</p> + +<p>"Well, but look at me," said East indicating the mass +of clay behind which he was standing; "I'm worse than +you, two to one; you might grow cabbages on my trousers."</p> + +<p>"That's all down below, and you can keep your legs +behind the sofa," said Hall.</p> + +<p>"Here, Brown, you're the show figure—you must lead."</p> + +<p>"But my face is all muddy," argued Tom.</p> + +<p>"Oh, we're all in one boat, for that matter; but, come +on, we're only making it worse, dawdling here."</p> + +<p>"Well, just give us a brush then," said Tom: and they +began trying to rub off the superfluous dirt from each +other's jackets, but it was not dry enough, and the rubbing +made them worse; so in despair they pushed through the +swing door at the head of the stairs, and found themselves +in the Doctor's hall.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span></p> +<p>"That's the library door," said East, in a whisper, +pushing Tom forward. The sound of merry voices and +laughter came from within, and his first hesitating knock +was unanswered. But at the second, the Doctor's voice +said, "Come in," and Tom turned the handle, and he, +with the others behind him, sidled into the room.</p> + +<p>The Doctor looked up from his task; he was working +away with a great chisel at the bottom of a boy's sailing-boat, +the lines of which he was no doubt fashioning on the +model of one of Nicias's galleys.<a name="FNanchor_21_408" id="FNanchor_21_408"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_408" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> Round him stood three +or four children; the candles burnt brightly on a large +table at the further end, covered with books and papers, +and a great fire threw a ruddy glow over the rest of the +room. All looked so kindly and homely,<a name="FNanchor_22_409" id="FNanchor_22_409"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_409" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> and comfortable, +that the boys took heart in a moment, and Tom advanced, +from behind the shelter of the great sofa. The Doctor +nodded to the children, who went out, casting curious and +amused glances at the three young scarecrows.</p> + +<h4>THEIR EXPLANATION.</h4> + +<p>"Well, my little fellows," began the Doctor, drawing +himself up with his back to the fire, the chisel in one +hand and his coat-tails in the other; and his eyes twinkling +as he looked them over; "what makes you so late?"</p> + +<p>"Please, sir, we've been out big-side Hare and Hounds, +and lost our way."</p> + +<p>"Hah! you couldn't keep up, I suppose?"</p> + +<p>"Well, sir," said East, stepping out, and not liking +that the Doctor should think lightly of his running powers, +"we got round Barby all right, but then—"</p> + +<p>"Why, what a state you're in, my boy!" interrupted +the Doctor, as the pitiful condition of East's garments was +fully revealed to him.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span></p> +<p>"That's the fall I got, sir, in the road," said East, looking +down at himself; "the Old Pig came by—"</p> + +<p>"The what?" said the Doctor.</p> + +<p>"Oxford coach, sir," explained Hall.</p> + +<p>"Hah! yes, the Regulator," said the Doctor.</p> + +<p>"And I tumbled on my face, trying to get up behind," +went on East.</p> + +<p>"You're not hurt, I hope?" said the Doctor.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, sir."</p> + +<p>"Well, now, run up-stairs, all three of you, and get +clean things on, and then tell the housekeeper to give you +some tea. You're too young to try such long runs. Let +Warner know I've seen you. Good-night."</p> + +<p>"Good-night, sir." And away scuttled the three boys +in high glee.</p> + +<p>"What a brick, not to give us even twenty lines to +learn!" said the Tadpole, as they reached their bedroom; +and in half an hour afterward they were sitting by the fire +in the housekeeper's room at a sumptuous tea, with cold +meat, "twice as good a grub as we should have got in the +hall," as the Tadpole remarked with a grin, his mouth full +of buttered toast. All their grievances were forgotten, +and they were resolving to go out the first big-side next +half, and thinking Hare and Hounds the most delightful of +games.</p> + +<h4>LAST DAYS.</h4> + +<p>A day or two afterward the great passage outside the +bedrooms was cleared of the boxes and portmanteaus, +which went down to be packed by the matron, and great +games of chariot-racing, and cock-fighting, and bolstering<a name="FNanchor_23_410" id="FNanchor_23_410"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_410" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> +went on in the vacant space, the sure sign of a closing +half-year.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span></p> +<p>Then came the making up of parties for the journey +home, and Tom joined a party who were to hire a coach, +and post with four horses to Oxford.</p> + +<p>Then the last Saturday on which the Doctor came round +to each form to give out the prizes, and hear the masters' +last report of how they and their charges had been conducting +themselves; and Tom, to his huge delight, was +praised, and got his remove into the lower fourth, in +which all his School-house friends were.</p> + +<p>On the next Tuesday morning, at four o'clock, hot coffee +was going on in the housekeeper's and matron's rooms: +boys wrapped in great-coats and mufflers were swallowing +hasty mouthfuls, rushing about, tumbling over luggage, +and asking questions all at once of the matron; outside +the School-gates were drawn up several chaises and the +four-horse coach which Tom's party had chartered, the +post-boys<a name="FNanchor_24_411" id="FNanchor_24_411"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_411" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> in their best jackets and breeches, and a cornopean<a name="FNanchor_25_412" id="FNanchor_25_412"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_412" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> +player, hired for the occasion, blowing away, "A +southerly wind and a cloudy day," waking all peaceful inhabitants +half-way down the High Street.</p> + +<p>Every minute the bustle and hubbub increased; porters +staggered about with boxes and bags, the cornopean played +louder. Old Thomas sat in his den with a great yellow +bag by his side, out of which he was paying journey money +to each boy, comparing by the light of a solitary dip the +dirty crabbed little list in his own handwriting, with the +Doctor's list, and the amount of his cash; his head was on +one side, his mouth screwed up, and his spectacles dim +from early toil. He had prudently locked the door, and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span> +carried on his operations through the window, or he would +have been driven wild and lost all his money.</p> + +<p>"Thomas, do be quick; we shall never catch the Highflyer<a name="FNanchor_26_413" id="FNanchor_26_413"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_413" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> +at Dunchurch."</p> + +<p>"That's your money, all right, Green."</p> + +<p>"Hullo, Thomas, the Doctor said I was to have two-pound-ten; +you've only given me two pound." I fear that +Master Green is not confining himself strictly to truth. +Thomas turns his head more on one side than ever, and +spells away at the dirty list. Green is forced away from +the window.</p> + +<p>"Here, Thomas, never mind him, mine's thirty shillings." +"And mine too," "And mine," shouted others.</p> + +<p>One way or another, the party to which Tom belonged all +got packed and paid, and sallied out to the gates, the cornopean +playing frantically, "Drops of Brandy," in allusion, +probably, to the slight potations in which the musicians +and post-boys had been already indulging. All +luggage was carefully stowed away inside the coach and in +the front and hind boots, so that not a hat-box was visible +outside. Five or six small boys, with pea-shooters, and +the cornopean player, got up behind; in front the big +boys, mostly smoking, not for pleasure, but because they +are now gentlemen at large<a name="FNanchor_27_414" id="FNanchor_27_414"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_414" class="fnanchor">[27]</a>—and this is the most correct +public method of notifying the fact.</p> + +<h4>OFF.</h4> + +<p>"Robinson's coach will be down the road in a minute; +it has gone up to Bird's to pick up—we'll wait till they're +close, and make a race of it," says the leader. "Now, +boys, half a sovereign apiece if you beat 'em into Dunchurch +by one hundred yards."</p> + +<p>"All right, sir," shouted the grinning post-boys. Down +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span> +comes Robinson's coach in a minute or two with +a rival cornopean, and away go the two vehicles, horses +galloping, boys cheering, horns playing loud. There is a +special Providence over schoolboys as well as sailors, or +they must have upset twenty times in the first five miles, +sometimes actually abreast of one another, and the boys on +the roofs exchanging volleys of peas, now nearly running +over a post-chaise which had started before them, now half-way +up a bank, now with a wheel-and-a-half over a yawning +ditch; and all this in a dark morning, with nothing +but their own lamps to guide them. However, it is all +over at last, and they have run over nothing but an old +pig in Southam Street; the last peas are distributed in the +Corn Market<a name="FNanchor_28_415" id="FNanchor_28_415"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_415" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> at Oxford, where they arrive between eleven +and twelve, and sit down to a sumptuous breakfast at the +Angel, which they are made to pay for accordingly. Here +the party breaks up, all going now different ways: and +Tom orders out a chaise and pair as grand as a lord, +though he has scarcely five shillings left in his pocket, and +more than twenty miles to get home.</p> + +<h4>DULCE DOMUM.</h4> + +<p>"Where to, sir?"</p> + +<p>"Red Lion, Farringdon," says Tom, giving ostler a shilling.</p> + +<p>"All right, sir. Red Lion, Jem," to the post-boy, and +Tom rattles away toward home. At Farringdon, being +known to the innkeeper, he gets that worthy to pay for +the Oxford horses, and forward him in another chaise at +once; and so the gorgeous young gentleman arrives at the +paternal mansion, and Squire Brown looks rather blue at +having to pay two pounds ten shillings for the posting expenses +from Oxford. But the boy's intense joy at getting +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span> +home, and the wonderful health he is in, and the good +character he brings, and the brave stories he tells of +Rugby, its doings and delights, soon mollify the Squire, +and three happier people didn't sit down to dinner that +day in England (it is the boy's first dinner at six o'clock +at home, great promotion already), than the Squire and +his wife and Tom Brown, at the end of his first half-year +at Rugby.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_388" id="Footnote_1_388"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_388"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Entity</b>: being.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_389" id="Footnote_2_389"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_389"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Generic name</b>: class name.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_390" id="Footnote_3_390"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_390"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> "No Englishman ever blacks his own shoes," said an English visitor +to Mr. Lincoln. "Well, whose shoes does he black then?" was the President's reply.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_391" id="Footnote_4_391"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_391"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Pull</b>: lucky thing.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_392" id="Footnote_5_392"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_392"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Rota</b>: list.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_393" id="Footnote_6_393"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_393"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Jug</b>: here, a large water-pitcher.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_394" id="Footnote_7_394"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_394"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Privateers</b>: literally, ships owned by private individuals licensed to +plunder an enemy in war.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_395" id="Footnote_8_395"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_395"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Construe</b>: translate.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_396" id="Footnote_9_396"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_396"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Sets</b>: classes, social groups or cliques.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_397" id="Footnote_10_397"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_397"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Three-decker</b>: an old-fashioned man-of-war of the largest size.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_398" id="Footnote_11_398"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_398"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Incarnation</b>: embodiment.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_399" id="Footnote_12_399"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_399"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Big School</b>: one of the school buildings.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_400" id="Footnote_13_400"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_400"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Gable-ended</b>: having a triangular end from the eaves or cornice to +the top.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_401" id="Footnote_14_401"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_401"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Six minutes' law</b>: six minutes' start.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_402" id="Footnote_15_402"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_402"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>The Cock</b>: a noted inn.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_403" id="Footnote_16_403"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_403"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Wattle</b>: a gate or fence made of sticks woven together.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_404" id="Footnote_17_404"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_404"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Leicestershire</b>: a county joining Warwickshire.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_405" id="Footnote_18_405"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_405"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Casts</b>: sallies or explorations in different directions.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_406" id="Footnote_19_406"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_406"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Vantage-ground</b>: a place of advantage.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_407" id="Footnote_20_407"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_407"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Thick</b>: fool.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_408" id="Footnote_21_408"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_408"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Nicias's galleys</b>: Grecian boats under the command of Nicias, a +famous general.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_409" id="Footnote_22_409"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_409"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Homely</b>: homelike.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_410" id="Footnote_23_410"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_410"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Bolstering</b>: fights with pillows and bolsters.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_411" id="Footnote_24_411"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_411"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Post-boys</b>: the boys that drove the coach and the post-chaises.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_412" id="Footnote_25_412"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_412"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>Cornopean</b>: a kind of trumpet.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_413" id="Footnote_26_413"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_413"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Highflyer</b>: name of a coach.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_414" id="Footnote_27_414"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_414"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>At large</b>: free from restraint.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_415" id="Footnote_28_415"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_415"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>Corn Market</b>: one of the principal streets of Oxford.</p></div> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + +<h3>THE WAR OF INDEPENDENCE.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"They are slaves who will not choose<br /> +Hatred, scoffing, and abuse,<br /> +Rather than in silence shrink<br /> +From the truth they needs must think.<br /> +They are slaves who dare not be<br /> +In the right with two or three."<br /> +</p></div> +<p style='text-align:right'><i>Lowell, "Stanzas on Freedom."</i></p> +</div> + +<h4>THE LOWER FOURTH.</h4> + +<p>The lower-fourth form, in which Tom found himself +at the beginning of the next half-year, was the largest +form in the lower school, and numbered upward of forty +boys. Young gentlemen of all ages, from nine to fifteen, +were to be found there, who expended such part of their +energies as was devoted to Latin and Greek, upon a book +of Livy, the Bucolics<a name="FNanchor_1_416" id="FNanchor_1_416"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_416" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> of Virgil, and the Hecuba<a name="FNanchor_2_417" id="FNanchor_2_417"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_417" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> of Euripides, +which were ground out in small daily portions. +The driving of this unlucky lower fourth must have been +grievous work to the unfortunate master, for it was the +most unhappily constituted of any in the School. Here +stuck the great stupid boys, who for the life of them +could never master the accidence;<a name="FNanchor_3_418" id="FNanchor_3_418"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_418" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> the objects alternately +of mirth and terror to the youngsters, who were daily +taking them up, and laughing at them in lesson, and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span> +getting kicked by them for so doing in play-hours. There +were no less than three unhappy fellows in tail coats, with +incipient down on their chins, whom the Doctor and the +master of the form were always endeavoring to hoist into +the upper school, but whose parsing and construing resisted +the most well-meant shoves. Then came the mass +of the form, boys of eleven and twelve, the most mischievous +and reckless age of British youth, of whom East and +Tom Brown were fair specimens. As full of tricks as +monkeys, and of excuses as Irish women, making fun of +their master, one another, and their lessons, Argus<a name="FNanchor_4_419" id="FNanchor_4_419"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_419" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> himself +would have been puzzled to keep an eye on them; +and as for making them steady or serious for half an hour +together, it was simply hopeless. The remainder of the +form consisted of young prodigies of nine or ten, who +were going up the school at the rate of a form a half-year, +all boys' hands and wits being against them in their progress. +It would have been one man's work to see that the +precocious youngsters had fair play; and as the master +had a good deal besides to do, they hadn't, and were forever +being shoved down three or four places, their verses +stolen, their books inked, their jackets whitened, and their +lives otherwise made a burden to them.</p> + +<p>The lower fourth, and all the forms below it, were +heard in the Great School, and were not trusted to prepare +their lessons before coming in, but were whipped into +school three-quarters of an hour before the lessons began +by their respective masters, and there, scattered about on +the benches, with dictionary and grammar, hammered +out their twenty lines of Virgil and Euripides in the midst +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span> +of Babel.<a name="FNanchor_5_420" id="FNanchor_5_420"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_420" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> The masters of the lower school walked up +and down the Great School together during this three-quarters +of an hour, or sat in their desks reading or looking +over copies, and keeping such order as was possible. +But the lower fourth was just now an overgrown form, too +large for any one man to attend to properly, and consequently +the elysium<a name="FNanchor_6_421" id="FNanchor_6_421"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_421" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> or ideal form of the young scapegraces +who formed the staple<a name="FNanchor_7_422" id="FNanchor_7_422"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_422" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> of it.</p> + +<p>Tom, as has been said, had come up from the third +with a good character, but the temptations of the lower +fourth soon proved too strong for him, and he rapidly +fell away, and became as unmanageable as the rest. For +some weeks, indeed, he succeeded in maintaining the appearance +of steadiness, and was looked upon favorably by +his new master, whose eyes were first opened by the following +little incident.</p> + +<p>Besides the desk which the master himself occupied, +there was another large unoccupied desk in the corner of +the Great School, which was untenanted. To rush and +seize upon this desk, which was ascended by three steps, +and held four boys, was the great object of ambition of +the lower-fourthers; and the contentions for the occupation +of it bred such disorder, that at last the master forbade +its use altogether. This of course was a challenge +to the more adventurous spirits to occupy it, and as it was +capacious enough for two boys to lie hid there completely, +it was seldom that it remained empty, notwithstanding +the veto.<a name="FNanchor_8_423" id="FNanchor_8_423"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_423" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> Small holes were cut in the front, through +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span> +which the occupants watched the masters as they walked +up and down, and as lesson-time approached, one boy at a +time stole out and down the steps, as the masters' backs +were turned, and mingled with the general crowd on the +forms below. Tom and East had successfully occupied +the desk some half-dozen times, and were grown so reckless +that they were in the habit of playing small games +with fives'-balls inside, when the masters were at the other +end of the Big School. One day, as ill-luck would have it, +the game became more exciting than usual, and the ball +slipped through East's fingers, and rolled slowly down the +steps, and out into the middle of the school, just as the +masters turned in their walk, and faced round upon +the desk. The young delinquents watched their master, +through the look-out holes, marching slowly down the +school straight upon their retreat, while all the boys in the +neighborhood of course stopped their work to look on; +and not only were they ignominiously drawn out, and +caned over the hand then and there, but their characters +for steadiness were gone from that time. However, as +they only shared the fate of some three-fourths of the rest +of the form, this did not weigh heavily upon them.</p> + +<h4>MONTHLY EXAMINATIONS.</h4> + +<p>In fact, the only occasions on which they cared about +the matter were the monthly examinations, when the +Doctor came round to examine their form, for one long +awful hour, in the work which they had done in the preceding +month. The second monthly examination came +round soon after Tom's fall, and it was with anything but +lively anticipations that he and the other lower-fourth +boys came in to prayers on the morning of the examination +day.</p> + +<p>Prayers and calling-over seemed twice as short as usual, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span> +and before they could get construes of a tithe<a name="FNanchor_9_424" id="FNanchor_9_424"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_424" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> of the hard +passages marked in the margin of their books, they were all +seated round, and the Doctor was standing in the middle, +talking in whispers to the master. Tom couldn't hear a +word which passed, and never lifted his eyes from his +book; but he knew by a kind of magnetic instinct that +the Doctor's under lip was coming out, and his eye beginning +to burn, and his gown getting gathered up more +and more tightly in his left hand. The suspense was +agonizing, and Tom knew that he was sure on such +occasions to make an example of the School-house boys. +"If he would only begin," thought Tom, "I shouldn't +mind."</p> + +<p>At last the whispering ceased, and the name which was +called out was not Brown. He looked up for a moment, +but the Doctor's face was too awful; Tom wouldn't have +met his eye for all he was worth, and buried himself in +his book again.</p> + +<h4>TRISTE LUPUS.</h4> + +<p>The boy who was called up first was a clever,<a name="FNanchor_10_425" id="FNanchor_10_425"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_425" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> merry +School-house boy, one of their set; he was some connection +of the Doctor's and a great favorite, and ran in and +out of his house as he liked, and so was selected for the +first victim.</p> + +<p>"Triste lupus stabulis,"<a name="FNanchor_11_426" id="FNanchor_11_426"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_426" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> began the luckless youngster, +and stammered through some eight or ten lines.</p> + +<p>"There, that will do," said the Doctor, "now construe."</p> + +<p>On common occasions, the boy could have construed +the passage well enough, probably, but now his head was +gone.</p> + +<p>"Triste lupus, the sorrowful wolf," he began. A +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span> +shudder ran through the whole form, and the Doctor's +wrath fairly boiled over; he made three steps up to +the construer, and gave him a good box on the ear. The +blow was not a hard one, but the boy was so taken by +surprise that he started back; the form<a name="FNanchor_12_427" id="FNanchor_12_427"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_427" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> caught the back +of his knees, and over he went on to the floor behind. +There was a dead silence over the whole school; never +before and never again while Tom was at school did the +Doctor strike a boy in lesson. The provocation must +have been great. However, the victim had saved his +form<a name="FNanchor_13_428" id="FNanchor_13_428"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_428" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> for that occasion, for the Doctor turned to the top +bench, and put on the best boys for the rest of the hour; +and though, at the end of the lesson, he gave them all +such a rating<a name="FNanchor_14_429" id="FNanchor_14_429"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_429" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> as they did not forget, this terrible field-day +passed over without any severe visitations in the shape of +punishments or floggings. Forty young scapegraces expressed +their thanks to the "sorrowful wolf," in their +different ways before second lesson.</p> + +<p>But a character for steadiness once gone is not easily +recovered, as Tom found, and for years afterward he went +up the school without it, and the masters' hands were +against him and his against them. And he regarded +them, as a matter of course, as his natural enemies.</p> + +<h4>MISRULE AND ITS CAUSES.</h4> + +<p>Matters were not so comfortable either in the house as +they had been, for Old Brooke left at Christmas, and one +or two others of the sixth-form boys at the following +Easter. Their rule had been rough, but strong and just +in the main, and a higher standard was beginning to be +set up; in fact, there had been a short foretaste of the +good time which followed some years later. Just now, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span> +however, all threatened to return into darkness and chaos +again. For the new præpostors were either small young +boys, whose cleverness had carried them up to the top of +the school while, in strength of body and character, they +were not yet fit for a share in the government; or else big +fellows of the wrong sort, boys whose friendships and +tastes had a downward tendency, who had not caught the +meaning of their position and work, and felt none of its +responsibilities. So under this no-government the School-house +began to see bad times. The big fifth-form boys, +who were a sporting and drinking set, soon began to usurp +power, and to fag the little boys as if they were præpostors, +and to bully and oppress any one who showed signs +of resistance. The bigger sort of sixth-form boys just described +soon made common cause with the fifth, while the +smaller sort, hampered by their colleagues'<a name="FNanchor_15_430" id="FNanchor_15_430"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_430" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> desertion to +the enemy, could not make head against them. So the +fags were without their lawful masters and protectors, and +ridden over rough-shod by a set of boys whom they were +not bound to obey, and whose only right over them stood +in their bodily powers; and, as Old Brooke had prophesied, +the house by degrees broke up into small sets and parties, +and lost the strong feeling of fellowship which he set so +much store by, and with it much of the prowess in games, +and the lead in all school matters, which he had done so +much to keep up.</p> + +<h4>THE OLD BOY MORALIZETH THEREON.</h4> + +<p>In no place in the world has individual character more +weight than at a public school. Remember this, I beseech +you, all you boys who are getting into the upper forms. +Now is the time, in all your lives, probably, when you may +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span> +have more wide influence, for good or evil, on the society +you live in, than you ever can have again. Quit<a name="FNanchor_16_431" id="FNanchor_16_431"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_431" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> yourselves +like men, then; speak up, and strike out if necessary +for whatsoever is true, and manly, and lovely, and of good +report; never try to be popular, but only to do your duty +and help others to do theirs, and you may leave the tone +of feeling in the school higher than you found it, and so +be doing good, which no living soul can measure, to generations +of your countrymen yet unborn. For boys follow +one another in herds like sheep, for good or evil; they +hate thinking, and have rarely any settled principles. +Every school, indeed, has its own traditionary standard +of right and wrong, which cannot be transgressed with +impunity, marking certain things as low and blackguard, +and certain others as lawful and right. This standard is +ever varying, though it changes only slowly, and little by +little; and, subject only to such standard, it is the leading +boys for the time being who give the tone to all the rest, +and make the school either a noble institution for the training +of Christian Englishmen, or a place where a young +boy will get more evil than he would if he were turned +out to make his way in London streets, or anything between +these two extremes.</p> + +<p>The change for the worse in the School-house, however, +didn't press very heavily on our youngsters for some time; +they were in a good bedroom, where slept the only præpostor +left who was able to keep thorough order, and their +study was in his passage; so, though they were fagged +more or less, and occasionally kicked or cuffed by the +bullies, they were, on the whole, well off; and the fresh, +brave school-life, so full of games, adventures, and good +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span> +fellowship, so ready at forgetting, so capacious at enjoying, +so bright at forecasting, outweighed a thousandfold +their troubles with the master of their form, and the occasional +ill-usage of the big boys in the house. It wasn't +till some year or so after the events recorded above, that +the præpostor of their room and passage left. None of +the other sixth-form boys would move into their passage, +and, to the disgust and indignation of Tom and East, one +morning after breakfast they were seized upon by Flashman, +and made to carry down his books and furniture +into the unoccupied study which he had taken. From +this time they began to feel the weight of the tyranny of +Flashman and his friends, and, now that trouble had come +home to their own doors, began to look out for sympathizers +and partners amongst the rest of the fags; and meetings +of the oppressed began to be held, and murmurs to +arise, and plots to be laid, as to how they should free +themselves and be avenged on their enemies.</p> + +<h4>THE SHOE BEGINS TO PINCH.</h4> + +<p>While matters were in this state, East and Tom were +one evening sitting in their study. They had done their +work for first lesson, and Tom was in a brown study, +brooding like a young William Tell, upon the wrongs of +fags in general, and his own in particular.</p> + +<p>"I say, Scud," said he, at last, rousing himself to snuff +the candle, "what right have the fifth-form boys to fag +us as they do?"</p> + +<p>"No more right than you have to fag them," answered +East, without looking up from an early number of "Pickwick,"<a name="FNanchor_17_432" id="FNanchor_17_432"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_432" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> +which was just coming out, and which he was +luxuriously devouring, stretched on his back on the sofa.</p> + +<p>Tom relapsed into his brown study, and East went on +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span> +reading and chuckling. The contrast of the boys' faces +would have given infinite amusement to a looker-on, the +one so solemn and big with mighty purpose, the other +radiant and bubbling over with fun.</p> + +<p>"Do you know, old fellow, I've been thinking it over +a good deal," began Tom, again.</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I know, fagging you are thinking of. Hang +it all—but listen here, Tom—here's fun. Mr. Winkle's +horse—"</p> + +<p>"And I've made up my mind," broke in Tom, "that +I won't fag except for the sixth."</p> + +<p>"Quite right, too, my boy," cried East, putting his +finger on the place and looking up; "but a pretty peck +of troubles you'll get into, if you're going to play that +game. However, I'm all for a strike myself, if we can +get others to join—it's getting too bad."</p> + +<p>"Can't we get some sixth-form fellow to take it up?" +asked Tom.</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps we might; Morgan would interfere, I +think. Only," added East, after a moment's pause, "you +see we should have to tell him about it, and that's against +school principles. Don't you remember what old Brooke +said about learning to take our own parts?"</p> + +<p>"Ah, I wish old Brooke were back again—it was all +right in his time."</p> + +<p>"Why, yes, you see then the strongest and best fellows +were in the sixth, and the fifth-form fellows were afraid of +them, and they kept good order; but now our sixth-form +fellows are too small, and the fifth don't care for them, +and do what they like in the house."</p> + +<p>"And so we get a double set of masters," cried Tom, +indignantly; "the lawful ones, who are responsible to the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span> +Doctor at any rate, and the unlawful—the tyrants, who +are responsible to nobody."</p> + +<p>"Down with the tyrants!" cried East; "I'm all for law +and order, and hurra for a revolution!"</p> + +<p>"I shouldn't mind if it were only for young Brooke +now," said Tom, "he's such a good-hearted, gentlemanly +fellow, and ought to be in the sixth—I'd do anything for +him. But that blackguard Flashman, who never speaks +to one without a kick or an oath—"</p> + +<p>"The cowardly brute," broke in East, "how I hate him! +And he knows it too—he knows that you and I think +him a coward. What a bore that he's got a study in this +passage! Don't you hear them now at supper in his den? +Brandy punch going, I'll bet. I wish the Doctor would +come out and catch him. We must change our study as +soon as we can."</p> + +<p>"Change or no change, I'll never fag for him again," +said Tom, thumping the table.</p> + +<h4>THE EXPLOSION.</h4> + +<p>"Fa-a-a-ag!" sounded along the passage from Flashman's +study. The two boys looked at one another in +silence. It had struck nine, so the regular night fags had +left duty, and they were the nearest to the supper-party. +East sat up, and began to look comical, as he always did +under difficulties.</p> + +<p>"Fa-a-a-ag!" again. No answer.</p> + +<p>"Here, Brown! East! you cursed young skulks," +roared out Flashman, coming to his open door, "I know +you are in—no shirking."</p> + +<p>Tom stole to their door, and drew the bolts as noiselessly +as he could; East blew out the candle. "Barricade +the first," whispered he. "Now, Tom, mind, no surrender."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[Pg 174]</a></span></p> +<p>"Trust me for that," said Tom, between his teeth.</p> + +<h4>THE SIEGE.</h4> + +<p>In another minute they heard the supper-party turn +out and come down the passage to their door. They held +their breath, and heard whispering, of which they only +made out Flashman's words, "I know the young brutes +are in."</p> + +<p>Then came summonses to open, which being unanswered, +the assault commenced; luckily the door was a good strong +oak one, and resisted the united weight of Flashman's +party. A pause followed, and they heard a besieger +remark, "They are in safe enough—don't you see how +the door holds at top and bottom? so the bolts must be +drawn. We should have forced the lock long ago." +East gave Tom a nudge, to call attention to this scientific +remark.</p> + +<p>Then came attacks on particular panels, one of which +at last gave way to the repeated kicks; but it broke inward, +and the broken pieces got jammed across, the door +being lined with green baize, and couldn't easily be removed +from outside; and the besieged, scorning further +concealment, strengthened their defences by pressing the +end of their sofa against the door. So, after one or two +more ineffectual efforts, Flashman & Co. retired, vowing +vengeance in no mild terms.</p> + +<p>The first danger over, it only remained for the besieged +to effect a safe retreat, as it was now near bed-time. They +listened intently, and heard the supper-party resettle themselves, +and then gently drew back first one bolt and then +the other. Presently the convivial<a name="FNanchor_18_433" id="FNanchor_18_433"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_433" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> noises began again +steadily. "Now, then, stand by for a run," said East, +throwing the door wide open, and rushing into the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span> +passage, closely followed by Tom. They were too quick to +be caught, but Flashman was on the lookout, and sent +an empty pickle-jar whizzing after them, which narrowly +missed Tom's head, and broke into twenty pieces at the +end of the passage. "He wouldn't mind killing one, if +he wasn't caught," said East, as they turned the corner.</p> + +<h4>THE REBELS IN COUNCIL.</h4> + +<p>There was no pursuit, so the two turned into the hall, +where they found a knot of small boys around the fire. +Their story was told—the war of independence had +broken out—who would join the revolutionary forces? +several others present bound themselves not to fag for the +fifth form at once. One or two only edged off, and left +the rebels. What else could they do? "I've a good mind +to go to the Doctor straight," said Tom.</p> + +<p>"That'll never do—don't you remember the levy<a name="FNanchor_19_434" id="FNanchor_19_434"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_434" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> of +the School last half?" put in another.</p> + +<p>In fact, the solemn assembly, a levy of the School, had +been held, at which the captain of the School had got up, +and, after premising<a name="FNanchor_20_435" id="FNanchor_20_435"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_435" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> that several instances had occurred +of matters having been reported to the masters, that this +was against public morality and school tradition; that a +levy of the sixth had been held on the subject, and they +had resolved that the practice must be stopped at once; +and given out that any boy, in whatever form, who should +thenceforth appeal to a master, without having first gone +to some præpostor and laid the case before him, should be +thrashed publicly and sent to Coventry.<a name="FNanchor_21_436" id="FNanchor_21_436"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_436" class="fnanchor">[21]</a></p> + +<h4>A COUNSELLOR OF THE REBELS</h4> + +<p>"Well, then, let's try the sixth. Try Morgan," suggested +another. "No use"—"Babbling won't do," was +the general feeling.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[Pg 176]</a></span></p> +<p>"I'll give you fellows a piece of advice," said a voice +from the end of the hall. They all turned with a start, +and the speaker got up from a bench on which he had +been lying unobserved, and gave himself a shake; he was +a big, loose-made fellow, with huge limbs which had +grown too far through his jacket and trousers. "Don't +you go to anybody at all—you just stand out; say you +won't fag—they'll soon get tired of licking you. I've +tried it on years ago with their forerunners."</p> + +<p>"No! did you? tell us how it was," cried a chorus of +voices, as they clustered round him.</p> + +<p>"Well, just as it is with you. The fifth form would +fag us, and I and some more struck, and we beat 'em. +The good fellows left off directly, and the bullies who +kept on soon got afraid."</p> + +<p>"Was Flashman here then?"</p> + +<p>"Yes! and a dirty little snivelling, sneaking fellow he +was too. He never dared join us, and used to toady<a name="FNanchor_22_437" id="FNanchor_22_437"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_437" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> the +bullies by offering to fag for them, and peaching<a name="FNanchor_23_438" id="FNanchor_23_438"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_438" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> against +the rest of us."</p> + +<p>"Why wasn't he cut,<a name="FNanchor_24_439" id="FNanchor_24_439"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_439" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> then?" said East.</p> + +<p>"Oh, toadies never get cut, they're too useful. Besides, +he has no end of great hampers from home, with wine +and game in them; so he toadied and fed himself into +favor."</p> + +<h4>"THE MUCKER."</h4> + +<p>The quarter-to-ten bell now rang, and the small boys +went off up-stairs, still consulting together, and praising +their new counsellor, who stretched himself out on the +bench before the hall fire again. There he lay, a very +queer specimen of boyhood, by name Diggs, and familiarly +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span> +called "The Mucker."<a name="FNanchor_25_440" id="FNanchor_25_440"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_440" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> He was young for his size, and a +very clever fellow, nearly at the top of the fifth. His +friends at home, having regard, I suppose, to his age, and +not to his size and place in the School, hadn't put him into +tails;<a name="FNanchor_26_441" id="FNanchor_26_441"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_441" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> and even his jackets were always too small; and +he had a talent for destroying clothes, and making himself +look shabby. He wasn't on terms with Flashman's set, who +sneered at his dress and ways behind his back, which he +knew, and revenged himself by asking Flashman the most +disagreeable questions, and treating him familiarly whenever +a crowd of boys were around him. Neither was he +intimate with any of the other bigger boys, who were +warned off by his oddnesses, for he was a very queer fellow; +besides, amongst other failings, he had that of impecuniosity<a name="FNanchor_27_442" id="FNanchor_27_442"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_442" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> +in a remarkable degree. He brought as much +money as other boys to school, but got rid of it in no time, +no one knew how. And then, being also reckless, borrowed +from any one, and when his debts accumulated and +creditors pressed, would have an auction in the Hall of +everything he possessed in the world, selling even his +schoolbooks, candlestick, and study table. For weeks +after one of these auctions, having rendered his study +uninhabitable, he would live about in the fifth-form room +and hall, doing his verses on old letter-backs and odd +scraps of paper, and learning his lessons no one knew how. +He never meddled with any little boy, and was popular +with them, though they all looked on him with a sort of +compassion, and called him "poor Diggs," not being able +to resist appearances, or to disregard wholly even the +sneers of their enemy Flashman. However, he seemed +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span> +equally indifferent to the sneers of big boys and the pity +of small ones, and lived his own queer life with much +apparent enjoyment to himself. It is necessary to introduce +Diggs thus particularly, as he not only did Tom and +East good service in their present warfare, as is about to +be told, but soon afterward, when he got into the sixth, +chose them for his fags, and excused them from study-fagging,<a name="FNanchor_28_443" id="FNanchor_28_443"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_443" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> +thereby earning unto himself eternal gratitude +from them, and all who are interested in their history.</p> + +<h4>THE WAR RAGES.</h4> + +<p>And seldom had small boys more need of a friend, for +the morning after the siege the storm burst upon the +rebels in all its violence. Flashman laid wait, and caught +Tom before second lesson, and receiving a point blank +"No" when told to fetch his hat, seized him and twisted +his arm, and went through the other methods of torture +in use. "He couldn't make me cry, tho'," as Tom said +triumphantly to the rest of the rebels, "and I kicked his +shins well, I know." And soon it crept out that a lot of +the fags were in league, and Flashman excited his associates +to join him in bringing the young vagabonds to +their senses; and the house was filled with constant +chasings, and sieges, and lickings of all sorts; and in +return, the bullies' beds were pulled to pieces, and +drenched with water, and their names written upon the +walls with every insulting epithet which the fag invention +could furnish. The war in short raged fiercely; but soon, +as Diggs had told them, all the better fellows in the fifth +gave up trying to fag them, and public feeling began to +set against Flashman and his two or three intimates, and +they were obliged to keep their doings more secret, but, +being thorough bad fellows, missed no opportunity of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span> +torturing in private. Flashman was an adept in all ways, +but above all in the power of saying cutting and cruel +things, and could often bring tears to the eyes of boys in +this way, which all the thrashings in the world wouldn't +have wrung from them.</p> + +<p>And as his operations were being cut short in other +directions, he now devoted himself chiefly to Tom and +East, who lived at his own door, and would force himself +into their study whenever he found a chance, and sit +there, sometimes alone, and sometimes with a companion, +interrupting all their work, and exulting in the evident +pain which every now and then he could see he was inflicting +on one or the other.</p> + +<p>The storm had cleared the air for the rest of the house, +and a better state of things now began than there had +been since old Brooke had left; but an angry, dark spot +of thunder-cloud still hung over the end of the passage, +where Flashman's study and that of East and Tom lay.</p> + +<p>He felt that they had been the first rebels, and that the +rebellion had been to a great extent successful; but what +above all stirred the hatred and bitterness of his heart +against them was that, in the frequent collisions which +there had been of late, they had openly called him coward +and sneak,—the taunts were too true to be forgiven. +While he was in the act of thrashing them they would +roar out instances of his funking at foot-ball, or shirking +some encounter with a lout of half his own size. These +things were all well enough known in the house, but to +have his own disgrace shouted out by small boys, to feel +that they despised him, to be unable to silence them by +any amount of torture, and to see the open laugh and +sneer of his own associates (who were looking on, and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span> +took no trouble to hide their scorn from him, though they +neither interfered with his bullying nor lived a bit the less +intimately with him) made him beside himself. Come what +might, he would make those boys' lives miserable. So the +strife settled down into a personal affair between Flashman +and our youngsters; a war to the knife, to be fought +out in the little cockpit<a name="FNanchor_29_444" id="FNanchor_29_444"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_444" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> at the end of the bottom passage.</p> + +<h4>THE WEAK TO THE WALL.</h4> + +<p>Flashman, be it said, was about seventeen years old, and +big and strong of his age. He played well at all games +where pluck wasn't much wanted, and managed generally +to keep up appearances where it was; and having a bluff, +off-hand manner, which passed for heartiness, and considerable +powers of being pleasant when he liked, went +down with the school in general for a good fellow enough. +Even in the School-house, by dint of his command of +money, the constant supply of good things which he kept +up, and his adroit toadyism, he had managed to make +himself not only tolerated, but rather popular amongst +his own contemporaries; although young Brooke scarcely +spoke to him, and one or two others of the right sort +showed their opinion of him whenever a chance offered. +But the wrong sort happened to be in the ascendant just +now, and so Flashman was a formidable enemy for small +boys. This soon became plain enough. Flashman left +no slander unspoken, and no deed undone which could in +any way hurt his victims, or isolate them from the rest of +the house. One by one most of the other rebels fell away +from them, while Flashman's cause prospered, and several +other fifth-form boys began to look black at them and ill-treat +them as they passed about the house. By keeping +out of bounds, or at all events out of the house and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span> +quadrangle, all day, and carefully barring themselves in +at night, East and Tom managed to hold on without feeling +very miserable; but it was as much as they could do. +Greatly were they drawn then toward old Diggs, who, in +an uncouth way, began to take a good deal of notice of +them, and once or twice came to their study when Flashman +was there, who immediately decamped in consequence. +The boys thought that Diggs must have been watching.</p> + +<h4>DIGGS'S BANKRUPTCY.</h4> + +<p>When, therefore, about this time, an auction was one +night announced to take place in the Hall, at which, +amongst the superfluities of other boys, all Diggs's Penates<a name="FNanchor_30_445" id="FNanchor_30_445"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_445" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> +for the time being were going to the hammer, East and +Tom laid their heads together, and resolved to devote +their ready cash (some four shillings sterling<a name="FNanchor_31_446" id="FNanchor_31_446"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_446" class="fnanchor">[31]</a>) to redeem +such articles as that sum would cover. Accordingly, they +duly attended to bid, and Tom became the owner of two +lots of Diggs's things: Lot 1, price one-and-threepence, +consisting (as the auctioneer remarked) of a "valuable +assortment of old metals," in the shape of a mouse-trap, +a cheese-toaster without a handle, and a sauce-pan;<a name="FNanchor_32_447" id="FNanchor_32_447"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_447" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> Lot +2, a villanous dirty table-cloth and green-baize curtain: +while East, for one-and-sixpence purchased a leather +paper-case, with a lock but no key, once handsome, but +now much the worse for wear. But they had still the +point to settle, of how to get Diggs to take the things +without hurting his feelings. This they solved by leaving +them in his study, which was never locked when he was out. +Diggs, who had attended the auction, remembered who had +bought the lots and came to their study soon after, and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span> +sat silent for some time, cracking his great red finger-joints. +Then he laid hold of their verses,<a name="FNanchor_33_448" id="FNanchor_33_448"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_448" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> and began looking +over and altering them, and at last got up, and turning +his back to them, said: "You're uncommon good-hearted +little beggars,<a name="FNanchor_34_449" id="FNanchor_34_449"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_449" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> you two—I value that paper-case; my +sister gave it me last holidays—I won't forget;" and so +tumbled out into the passage, leaving them somewhat embarrassed, +but not sorry that he knew what they had done.</p> + +<h4>THE DERBY LOTTERY.</h4> + +<p>The next morning was Saturday, the day on which the +allowances of one shilling a week were paid, an important +event to spendthrift youngsters; and great was the disgust +amongst the small fry, to hear that all the allowances +had been impounded for the Derby<a name="FNanchor_35_450" id="FNanchor_35_450"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_450" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> lottery. That great +event in the English year, the Derby, was celebrated at +Rugby in those days by many lotteries. It was not an +improving custom, I own, gentle reader, and led to making +books<a name="FNanchor_36_451" id="FNanchor_36_451"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_451" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> and betting, and other objectionable results; +but when our great Houses of Palaver<a name="FNanchor_37_452" id="FNanchor_37_452"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_452" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> think it right to +stop the nation's business on that day, and many of the +members bet heavily themselves, can you blame us boys +for following the example of our betters?—at any rate +we did follow it. First, there was the Great School lottery, +where the first prize was six or seven pounds; then each +house had one or more separate lotteries. These were all +nominally<a name="FNanchor_38_453" id="FNanchor_38_453"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_453" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> voluntary, +no boy being compelled to put in +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span> +his shilling who didn't choose to do so; but besides Flashman, +there were three or four other fast sporting young +gentlemen in the School-house, who considered subscription +a matter of duty and necessity, and so to make their +duty come easy to the small boys, quietly secured the +allowances in a lump when given out for distribution, and +kept them. It was no use grumbling—so many fewer +tartlets and apples were eaten and fives'-balls bought on +that Saturday; and after locking-up, when the money +would otherwise have been spent, consolation was carried +to many a small boy, by the sound of the night-fags +shouting along the passages, "Gentlemen sportsmen of +the School-house, the lottery's going to be drawn in the +Hall." It was pleasant to be called a gentleman sportsman—also +to have a chance of drawing a favorite horse.<a name="FNanchor_39_454" id="FNanchor_39_454"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_454" class="fnanchor">[39]</a></p> + +<p>The Hall was full of boys, and at the head of one of the +long tables stood the sporting interest, with a hat before +them in which were the tickets folded up. One of them +then began calling out a list of the house; each boy as his +name was called drew a ticket from the hat and opened +it; and most of the bigger boys, after drawing, left the +Hall directly to go back to their studies or the fifth-form +room. The sporting interest had all drawn blanks, and +they were sulky accordingly; neither of the favorites had +yet been drawn, and it had come down to the upper +fourth. So now, as each small boy came up and drew his +ticket, it was seized and opened by Flashman, or some +others of the standers-by. But no great favorite is drawn +until it comes to the Tadpole's turn, and he shuffles up, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span> +and draws, and tries to make off, but is caught, and his +ticket is opened like the rest.</p> + +<p>"Here you are! Wanderer! third favorite," shouts the +opener.</p> + +<p>"I say, just give me my ticket, please," remonstrates +Tadpole.</p> + +<p>"Hullo, don't be in a hurry," breaks in Flashman, +"what'll you sell Wanderer for now?"</p> + +<p>"I don't want to sell," rejoins Tadpole.</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't you? Now listen, you young fool—you +don't know anything about it; the horse is no use to you. +He won't win, but I want him as a hedge.<a name="FNanchor_40_455" id="FNanchor_40_455"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_455" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> Now I'll give +you half-a-crown<a name="FNanchor_41_456" id="FNanchor_41_456"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_456" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> for him." Tadpole holds out, but between +threats and cajoleries<a name="FNanchor_42_457" id="FNanchor_42_457"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_457" class="fnanchor">[42]</a> at length sells half for one-shilling-and-sixpence, +about a fifth of its fair market +value; however, he is glad to realize anything, and as he +wisely remarks: "Wanderer mayn't win, and the tizzy<a name="FNanchor_43_458" id="FNanchor_43_458"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_458" class="fnanchor">[43]</a> +is safe anyhow."</p> + +<h4>TOM DRAWS THE FAVORITE.</h4> + +<p>East presently comes up, and draws a blank. Soon +after comes Tom's turn; his ticket, like the others, is +seized and opened. "Here you are then," shouts the +opener, holding it up: "Harkaway! By Jove, Flashy, +your young friend's in luck."</p> + +<p>"Give me the ticket," says Flashman with an oath, leaning +across the table with open hand, and his face black +with rage.</p> + +<p>"Wouldn't you like it?" replies the opener, not a bad +fellow at the bottom, and no admirer of Flashman. "Here, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span> +Brown, catch hold," and he hands the ticket to +Tom, who pockets it; whereupon Flashman makes for the +door at once, that Tom and the ticket may not escape, +and there keeps watch until the drawing is over, and all +the boys are gone, except the sporting set of five or six, +who stay to compare books, make bets and so on; Tom, +who doesn't choose to move while Flashman is at the door, +and East, who stays by his friend, anticipating trouble.</p> + +<p>The sporting set now gathered around Tom. Public +opinion wouldn't allow them actually to rob him of his +ticket, but any humbug or intimidation by which he +could be driven to sell the whole or part at an under value +was lawful.</p> + +<p>"Now, young Brown, come, what'll you sell me Harkaway +for? I hear he isn't going to start. I'll give you +five shillings for him," begins the boy who had opened +the ticket. Tom, remembering his good deed, and moreover +in his forlorn state wishing to make a friend, is about +to accept the offer, when another cries out, "I'll give you +seven shillings." Tom hesitated and looked from one to +the other.</p> + +<p>"No, no!" said Flashman, pushing in, "leave me to +deal with him; we'll draw lots for it afterward. Now, +sir, you know me—you'll sell Harkaway to us for five +shillings, or you'll repent it."</p> + +<p>"I won't sell a bit of him," answered Tom shortly.</p> + +<p>"You hear that now!" said Flashman, turning to the +others. "He's the coxiest<a name="FNanchor_44_459" id="FNanchor_44_459"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_459" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> young blackguard in the +house—I always told you so. We're to have all the trouble +and risk of getting up the lotteries for the benefit of such +fellows as he."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span></p> +<p>Flashman forgets to explain what risks they ran, but +he speaks to willing ears. Gambling makes boys selfish +and cruel as well as men.</p> + +<p>"That's true—we always draw blanks," cried one. +"Now, sir, you shall sell half, at any rate."</p> + +<p>"I won't," said Tom, flushing up to his hair, and +lumping them all in his mind with his sworn enemy.</p> + +<h4>ROASTING A FAG.</h4> + +<p>"Very well, then, let's roast him," cried Flashman, +and catches hold of Tom by the collar; one or two of the +boys hesitate, but the rest join in. East seizes Tom's +arm and tries to pull him away, but he is knocked back by +one of the boys, and Tom is dragged along struggling. +His shoulders are pushed against the mantle-piece, and +he is held by main force before the fire. Poor East, in +more pain even than Tom, suddenly thinks of Diggs, and +darts off to find him. "Will you sell now for ten shillings?" +says one boy who is relenting.</p> + +<p>Tom only answers by groans and struggles.</p> + +<p>"I say, Flashey, he has had enough," says the same +boy, dropping the arm he holds.</p> + +<p>"No, no, another turn'll do it," answers Flashman. +But poor Tom is done already, turns deadly pale, and his +head falls forward on his breast, just as Diggs, in frantic +excitement, rushes into the Hall with East at his heels.</p> + +<p>"You cowardly brutes!" is all he can say as he catches +Tom from them and supports him to the Hall table. +"Good God! he's dying. Here, get some cold water—run +for the housekeeper."</p> + +<p>Flashman and one or two others slink away; the rest, +ashamed and sorry, bend over Tom or run for water, while +East darts off for the housekeeper. Water comes, and +they throw it on his hands and face, and he begins to +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span> +come to. "Mother!"—the words came feebly and slowly—"it's +very cold to-night." Poor old Diggs is blubbering +like a child. "Where am I?" goes on Tom, opening his +eyes. "Ah! I remember now," and he shut his eyes again +and groaned.</p> + +<p>"I say," is whispered, "we can't do any more good, and +the housekeeper will be here in a minute," and all but one +steal away; he stays with Diggs, silent and sorrowful, and +fans Tom's face.</p> + +<p>The housekeeper comes in with strong salts, and Tom +soon recovers enough to sit up. There is a smell of burning; +she examines his clothes, and looks up inquiringly. +The boys are silent.</p> + +<p>"How did he come so?" No answer.</p> + +<p>"There's been some bad work here," she adds, looking +very serious, "and I shall speak to the Doctor about it." +Still no answer.</p> + +<p>"Hadn't we better carry him to the sick-room?" suggests +Diggs.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I can walk now," says Tom; and, supported by +East and the housekeeper, goes to the sick-room. The +boy who held his ground is soon amongst the rest, who +are all in fear of their lives. "Did he peach?" "Does +she know about it?"</p> + +<p>"Not a word—he's a staunch little fellow." And pausing +a moment, he adds: "I'm sick of this work: what +brutes we've been!"</p> + +<p>Meantime Tom is stretched on the sofa in the housekeeper's +room, with East by his side, while she gets wine +and water and other restoratives.</p> + +<p>"Are you much hurt, dear old boy?" whispered East.</p> + +<p>"Only the back of my legs," answered Tom. They are +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span> +indeed badly scorched, and part of his trousers burnt +through. But soon he is in bed with cold bandages. At +first he feels broken, and thinks of writing home and getting +taken away; and the verse of a hymn he had learned +years ago sings through his head, and he goes to sleep, +murmuring:—</p> + +<div class="pblockquot"><p> +"Where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest."<a name="FNanchor_45_460" id="FNanchor_45_460"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_460" class="fnanchor">[45]</a><br /> +</p></div> + +<h4>LAST DAYS OF THE WAR.</h4> + +<p>But after a sound night's rest, the old boy-spirit comes +back again. East comes in reporting that the whole house +is with him, and he forgets everything except their old +resolve, never to be beaten by that bully Flashman.</p> + +<p>Not a word could the housekeeper extract from either +of them; and though the Doctor knew all that she knew +that morning, he never knew any more.</p> + +<p>I trust and believe that such scenes are not possible +now at school, and that lotteries and betting-books have +gone out; but I am writing of schools as they were in our +time, and must give the evil with the good.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_416" id="Footnote_1_416"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_416"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Bucolics</b>: short poems on country life.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_417" id="Footnote_2_417"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_417"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Hecuba</b>: the name of a play.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_418" id="Footnote_3_418"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_418"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Accidence</b>: the rudiments of grammar.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_419" id="Footnote_4_419"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_419"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Argus</b>: in mythology, a monster with a hundred eyes.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_420" id="Footnote_5_420"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_420"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Babel</b>: confusion. See Genesis, Chapter XI.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_421" id="Footnote_6_421"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_421"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Elysium</b>: in mythology, a dwelling-place for happy souls after death; +hence, any delightful place.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_422" id="Footnote_7_422"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_422"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Staple</b>: principal part.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_423" id="Footnote_8_423"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_423"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Veto</b>: the act of forbidding; a prohibition.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_424" id="Footnote_9_424"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_424"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Tithe</b>: a tenth.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_425" id="Footnote_10_425"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_425"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Clever</b>: bright, smart.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_426" id="Footnote_11_426"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_426"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>"Triste lupus stabulis"</b>: "the wolf is fatal to the flocks."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_427" id="Footnote_12_427"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_427"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Form</b>: here, bench.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_428" id="Footnote_13_428"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_428"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Form</b>: here, class.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_429" id="Footnote_14_429"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_429"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Rating</b>: scolding.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_430" id="Footnote_15_430"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_430"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Colleagues</b>: associates.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_431" id="Footnote_16_431"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_431"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Quit</b>: acquit, behave.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_432" id="Footnote_17_432"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_432"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>"The Pickwick Papers"</b>: a humorous novel by Charles Dickens.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_433" id="Footnote_18_433"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_433"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Convivial</b>: relating to a feast; festal.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_434" id="Footnote_19_434"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_434"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Levy</b>: a meeting of the pupils.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_435" id="Footnote_20_435"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_435"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Premising</b>: saying to begin with</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_436" id="Footnote_21_436"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_436"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Sent to Coventry</b>: excluded from their society.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_437" id="Footnote_22_437"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_437"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Toady</b>: seek favor in a mean way.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_438" id="Footnote_23_438"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_438"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Peaching</b>: telling.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_439" id="Footnote_24_439"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_439"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Cut</b>: the same as "Sent to Coventry."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_440" id="Footnote_25_440"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_440"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>The Mucker</b>: the sloven.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_441" id="Footnote_26_441"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_441"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Tails</b>: a tail coat.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_442" id="Footnote_27_442"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_442"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>Impecuniosity</b>: want of money.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_443" id="Footnote_28_443"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_443"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>Study-fagging</b>: clearing up his study-room.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_444" id="Footnote_29_444"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_444"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <b>Cockpit</b>: here, probably, a recess or small place.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_445" id="Footnote_30_445"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_445"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> <b>Penates</b>: Roman household gods; hence, most precious things.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_446" id="Footnote_31_446"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_446"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> <b>Sterling</b>: English money.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_447" id="Footnote_32_447"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_447"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <b>Sauce-pan</b>: a vessel for boiling and stewing.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_448" id="Footnote_33_448"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_448"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <b>Verses</b>: Latin verses.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_449" id="Footnote_34_449"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_449"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <b>Beggars</b>: here, fellows.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_450" id="Footnote_35_450"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_450"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <b>Derby</b>: a famous English horse-race (pronounced Darby).</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_451" id="Footnote_36_451"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_451"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <b>Books</b>: an arrangement of bets on a race recorded in a book, and so +calculated that the book-maker generally wins something, whatever the +result.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_452" id="Footnote_37_452"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_452"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <b>Houses of Palaver</b>: Parliament never sits on Derby Day.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_453" id="Footnote_38_453"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_453"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> <b>Nominally</b>: in name only.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_454" id="Footnote_39_454"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_454"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> <b>Drawing a favorite horse</b>: the names of the horses running at the +Derby were written on folded slips of paper, and those who drew the winning +names got the prizes.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_455" id="Footnote_40_455"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_455"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> <b>Hedge</b>: here, a guard against loss.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_456" id="Footnote_41_456"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_456"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> <b>Half-a-crown</b>: an English silver coin, two shillings and sixpence, or +sixty cents.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_457" id="Footnote_42_457"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_457"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> <b>Cajoleries</b>: coaxing by flatteries.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_458" id="Footnote_43_458"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_458"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> <b>Tizzy</b>: here, the one and sixpence.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_459" id="Footnote_44_459"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_459"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> <b>Coxiest</b>: most conceited, impudent.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_460" id="Footnote_45_460"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_460"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> Job iii. 17.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2> + +<h3>A CHAPTER OF ACCIDENTS.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"Wherein I [speak] of most disastrous chances,<br /> +Of moving accidents by flood and field,<br /> +Of hairbreadth 'scapes."—<i>Shakespeare.</i><br /> +</p></div> +</div> + +<h4>TOM DISCLOSES NOTHING.</h4> + +<p>When Tom came back into school after a couple of +days in the sick-room, he found matters much +changed for the better, as East had led him to expect. +Flashman's brutality had disgusted most of his intimate +friends, even, and his cowardice had once more been made +plain to the house; for Diggs had encountered him on the +morning after the lottery, and after high words on both +sides had struck him, and the blow was not returned. +However, Flashey was not unused to this sort of thing, and +had lived through as awkward affairs before, and, as Diggs +had said, fed and toadied himself back into favor again. +Two or three of the boys who had helped to roast Tom came +up and begged his pardon, and thanked him for not telling +anything. Morgan sent for him, and was inclined to take +the matter up warmly, but Tom begged him not to do it; +to which he agreed, on Tom's promising to come to him at +once in the future,—a promise which I regret to say he +didn't keep. Tom kept Harkaway all to himself, and won +the second prize in the lottery, some thirty shillings, which +he and East contrived to spend in about three days, in the +purchase of pictures for their study, two new bats and a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span> +cricket-ball, all the best that could be got, and a supper of +sausages, kidneys, and beef-steak pies to all the rebels. +Light come, light go; they wouldn't have been comfortable +with money in their pockets in the middle of the +half.<a name="FNanchor_1_461" id="FNanchor_1_461"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_461" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p> + +<h4>RULE BREAKING.</h4> + +<p>The embers of Flashman's wrath, however, were still +smouldering, and burst out every now and then in sly +blows and taunts, and they both felt that they hadn't +quite done with him yet. It wasn't long, however, before +the last act of that drama came, and with it the end +of bullying for Tom and East at Rugby. They now often +stole out into the Hall at nights, incited thereto, partly +by the hope of finding Diggs there and having a talk with +him, partly by the excitement of doing something which +was against the rules; for, sad to say, both of our youngsters, +since their loss of character for steadiness in their +form, had got into the habit of doing things which were +forbidden, as a matter of adventure; just in the same +way, I should fancy, as men fall into smuggling, and for +the same sort of reasons,—thoughtlessness in the first +place. It never occurred to them to consider why such +and such rules were laid down; the reason was nothing +to them, and they only looked upon rules as a sort of challenge +from the rule-makers, which it would be rather bad +pluck in them not to accept; and then again, in the lower +parts of the school they hadn't enough to do. The work +of the form they could manage to get through pretty +easily, keeping a good enough place to get their regular +yearly remove; and not having much ambition beyond +this, their whole superfluous steam was available for games +and scrapes. Now, one rule of the house which it was a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> +daily pleasure of all such boys to break, was that after +supper all fags, except the three on duty in the passages, +should remain in their own studies until nine o'clock; +and if caught about the passages or Hall, or in one another's +studies, they were liable to punishments or caning. +The rule was stricter than its observance; for most of the +sixth spent their evenings in the fifth-form room, where +the library was, and the lessons were learnt in common. +Every now and then, however, a præpostor would be +seized with a fit of district visiting, and would take a tour +of the passages and Hall, and the fags' studies. Then, +if the owner were entertaining a friend or two, the first +kick at the door and ominous<a name="FNanchor_2_462" id="FNanchor_2_462"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_462" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> "Open here" had the effect +of the shadow of a hawk over a chicken-yard; every one +cut to cover<a name="FNanchor_3_463" id="FNanchor_3_463"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_463" class="fnanchor">[3]</a>—one small boy diving under the sofa, another +under the table, while the owner would hastily pull +down a book or two and open them, and cry out in a meek +voice: "Hullo, who's there?" casting an anxious eye +round, to see that no protruding leg or elbow could betray +the hidden boys. "Open, sir, directly; it's Snooks." "Oh, +I'm very sorry; I didn't know it was you, Snooks;" and +then with well-feigned zeal, the door would be opened, +young Hopeful praying that that beast Snooks mightn't +have heard the scuffle caused by his coming. If a study +was empty, Snooks proceeded to draw<a name="FNanchor_4_464" id="FNanchor_4_464"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_464" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> the passages and +Hall to find the truants.</p> + +<h4>THE BRUISED WORM WILL TURN.</h4> + +<p>Well, one evening, in forbidden hours, Tom and East +were in the Hall. They occupied the seats before the fire +nearest the door, while Diggs sprawled, as usual, before +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span> +the further fire. He was busy with a copy of verses, and +East and Tom were chatting together in whispers, by the +light of the fire, and splicing a favorite old fives'-bat which +had sprung.<a name="FNanchor_5_465" id="FNanchor_5_465"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_465" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> Presently a step came down the bottom +passage; they listened a moment, assured themselves that +it wasn't a præpostor, and then went on with their work, +and the door swung open, and in walked Flashman. He +didn't see Diggs, and thought it a good chance to keep his +hand in; and as the boys didn't move for him, struck one +of them, to make them get out of his way.</p> + +<p>"What's that for?" growled the assaulted one.</p> + +<p>"Because I choose. You've no business here; go to +your study."</p> + +<p>"You can't send us."</p> + +<p>"Can't I? Then I'll thrash you if you stay," said Flashman, +savagely.</p> + +<p>"I say, you two," said Diggs, from the end of the Hall, +rousing up and resting himself on his elbow, "you'll never +get rid of that fellow till you lick him. Go in at him, +both of you—I'll see fair play."</p> + +<h4>ACCOUNTS SQUARED WITH FLASHMAN.</h4> + +<p>Flashman was taken aback, and retreated two steps. +East looked at Tom. "Shall we try?" said he. "Yes," +said Tom, desperately. So the two advanced on Flashman, +with clenched fists and beating hearts. They were +about up to his shoulder, but tough boys of their age, and +in perfect training; while he, though strong and big, was +in poor condition from his monstrous habit of stuffing and +want of exercise. Coward as he was, however, Flashman +couldn't swallow such an insult as this; besides, he was +confident of having easy work, and so faced the boys, saying, +"You impudent young blackguards!" Before he +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span> +could finish his abuse they rushed in on him, and began +pummelling at all of him which they could reach. He hit +out wildly and savagely, but the full force of his blows +didn't tell; they were too near him. It was long odds, +though, in point of strength, and in another minute Tom +went plunging backward over the form, and Flashman +turned to demolish East with a savage grin. But now +Diggs jumped down from the table on which he had seated +himself. "Stop there," shouted he, "the round's over—half +a minute time allowed."</p> + +<p>"What the——is it to you?" faltered Flashman, who +began to lose heart.</p> + +<p>"I'm going to see fair, I tell you," said Diggs, with a +grin, and snapping his great red fingers; "'tisn't fair for +you to be fighting one of them at a time. Are you ready, +Brown? Time's up."</p> + +<p>The small boys rushed in again. Closing they saw was +their best chance, and Flashman was wilder and more +flurried than ever; he caught East by the throat, and +tried to force him back on the iron-bound table; Tom +grasped his waist, and remembering the old throw he had +learned in the Vale from Harry Winburn, crooked his leg +inside Flashman's, and threw his weight forward. The +three tottered for a moment, then over they went on to +the floor, Flashman striking his head against a form in +the Hall.</p> + +<h4>PENALTIES OF WAR.</h4> + +<p>The two youngsters sprang to their legs, but he lay +there still. They began to be frightened. Tom stooped +down, and then cried out, scared out of his wits, "He's +bleeding awfully; come here, East, Diggs—he's dying!"</p> + +<p>"Not he," said Diggs, getting leisurely off the table; +"it's all sham—he's only afraid to fight it out."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></p> +<p>East was as frightened as Tom. Diggs lifted Flashman's +head, and he groaned.</p> + +<p>"What's the matter?" shouted Diggs.</p> + +<p>"My skull's fractured," sobbed Flashman.</p> + +<p>"Oh, let me run for the housekeeper," cried Tom. "What +shall we do!"</p> + +<p>"Fiddlesticks! it's nothing but the skin broken," said +the relentless Diggs, feeling his head. "Cold water and +a bit of rag's all he'll want."</p> + +<p>"Let me go," said Flashman, surlily, sitting up; "I +don't want your help."</p> + +<p>"We're really very sorry," began East.</p> + +<p>"Hang your sorrow," answered Flashman, holding his +handkerchief to the place; "you shall pay for this, I can +tell you, both of you." And he walked out of the Hall.</p> + +<p>"He can't be very bad," said Tom, with a deep sigh, +much relieved to see his enemy march so well.</p> + +<p>"Not he," said Diggs, "and you'll see you won't be +troubled with him any more. But, I say, your head's +broken too—your collar is covered with blood."</p> + +<p>"Is it, though?" said Tom, putting up his hand; "I +didn't know it."</p> + +<p>"Well, mop it up, or you'll have your jacket spoilt. +And you have got a bad eye, Scud; you'd better go and +bathe it well in cold water."</p> + +<p>"Cheap enough, too, if we've done with our old friend +Flashey," said East, as they made up-stairs to bathe their +wounds.</p> + +<p>They had done with Flashman in one sense, for he +never laid finger on either of them again; but whatever +harm a spiteful heart and venomous tongue could do +them, he took care should be done. Only throw dirt +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span> +enough, and some of it is sure to stick; and so it was with +the fifth form and the bigger boys in general, with whom +he associated more or less, and they not at all. Flashman +managed to get Tom and East into disfavor, which did +not wear off for some time after the author of it had disappeared +from the School world. This event, much prayed +for by the small fry in general, took place a few months +after the above encounter. One fine summer evening, +Flashman had been regaling himself on gin-punch, at +Brownsover; and having exceeded his usual limits, started +home uproarious. He fell in with a friend or two coming +back from bathing, proposed a glass of beer, to which they +assented, the weather being hot, and they thirsty souls, +and unaware of the quantity of drink which Flashman +had already on board. The short result was, that Flashey +became beastly drunk; they tried to get him along, but +couldn't; so they chartered<a name="FNanchor_6_466" id="FNanchor_6_466"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_466" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> a hurdle<a name="FNanchor_7_467" id="FNanchor_7_467"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_467" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> and two men to +carry him. One of the masters came upon them and they +naturally enough fled. The flight of the rest raised the +master's suspicions, and the good angel of the fags incited +him to examine the freight, and, after examination, to +convoy the hurdle himself up to the School-house; and +the Doctor, who had long had his eye on Flashman, arranged +for his withdrawal next morning.</p> + +<h4>FATE OF LIBERATORS.</h4> + +<p>The evil that men, and boys, too, do, lives after them. +Flashman was gone, but our boys, as hinted above, still +felt the effects of his hate. Besides, they had been the +movers of the strike against unlawful fagging. The cause +was righteous,—the result had been triumphant to a great +extent; but the best of the fifth, even those who had +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span> +never fagged the small boys, or had given up the practice +cheerfully, couldn't help feeling a small grudge against +the first rebels. After all, their form had been defied—on +just grounds, no doubt; so just indeed, that they had +at once acknowledged the wrong, and remained passive +in the strife; had they sided with Flashman and his set, +the rebels must have given way at once. They couldn't +help, on the whole, being glad that they had so acted, and +that the resistance had been successful against such of +their own form as had shown fight; they felt that law and +order had gained thereby, but the ringleaders they couldn't +quite pardon at once. "Confoundedly coxy those young +rascals will get, if we don't mind," was the general feeling.</p> + +<p>So it is, and must be always, my dear boys. If the +Angel Gabriel were to come down from heaven, and head +a successful rise against the most abominable and unrighteous +vested interest<a name="FNanchor_8_468" id="FNanchor_8_468"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_468" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> which this poor old world +groans under, he would most certainly lose his character +for many years, probably for centuries, not only with the +upholders of said vested interest, but with the respectable +mass of the people whom he had delivered. They +wouldn't ask him to dinner, or let their names appear +with his in the papers; they would be very careful how +they spoke of him in the Palaver<a name="FNanchor_9_469" id="FNanchor_9_469"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_469" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> or at their clubs. +What can we expect, then, when we have only poor gallant +blundering men like Kossuth, Garibaldi, Mazzini<a name="FNanchor_10_470" id="FNanchor_10_470"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_470" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> +and righteous causes which do not triumph in their hands,—men +who have holes enough in their armor, God knows, +easy to be hit by respectabilities sitting in their lounging +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span> +chairs, and having large balances<a name="FNanchor_11_471" id="FNanchor_11_471"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_471" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> at their bankers? But +you are brave, gallant boys, who hate easy chairs, and have +no balances or bankers. You only want to have your +heads set straight, to take the right side; so bear in mind +that majorities, especially respectable ones, are nine times +out of ten in the wrong, and that if you see a man or a +boy striving earnestly on the weak side, however wrong-headed +or blundering he may be, you are not to go and +join the cry against him. If you can't join him and help +him, and make him wiser, at any rate remember that he +has found something in the world which he will fight and +suffer for, which is just what you have got to do for yourselves; +and so think and speak of him tenderly.</p> + +<h4>THE ISHMAELITES.</h4> + +<p>So East, and Tom, the Tadpole, and one or two more, +became a sort of young Ishmaelites,<a name="FNanchor_12_472" id="FNanchor_12_472"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_472" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> their hands against +every one, and every one's hand against them. It has +been already told how they got to war with the masters +and the fifth form, and with the sixth it was much the +same. They saw the præpostors cowed by or joining with +the fifth, and shirking their own duties; so they didn't +respect them, and rendered no willing obedience. It had +been one thing to clean out studies for sons of heroes +like old Brooke, but was quite another to do the like for +Snooks and Green, who had never faced a good scrummage +at foot-ball, and couldn't keep the passages in order +at night. So they only slurred through their fagging just +well enough to escape a licking, and not always that, and +got the character of sulky, unwilling fags. In the fifth-form +room, after supper, when such matters were often discussed +and arranged, their names were forever coming up.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span></p> +<p>"I say, Green," Snooks began one night, "isn't that +new boy, Harrison, your fag?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, why?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I know something of him at home, and should +like to excuse him; will you swop?"</p> + +<p>"Who will you give me?"</p> + +<p>"Well, let's see; there's Willis, Johnson—No, that +won't do. Yes, I have it, there's young East; I'll give +you him."</p> + +<p>"Don't you wish you may get it?" replied Green. +"I'll give you two for Willis, if you like?"</p> + +<p>"Who then?" asks Snooks.</p> + +<p>"Hall and Brown."</p> + +<p>"Wouldn't have 'em as a gift."</p> + +<p>"Better than East, though, for they aren't quite so +sharp," said Green, getting up and leaning his back +against the mantel-piece; he wasn't a bad fellow, and +couldn't help not being able to put down the unruly fifth +form. His eye twinkled as he went on. "Did I ever +tell you how the young vagabond sold me<a name="FNanchor_13_473" id="FNanchor_13_473"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_473" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> last half?"</p> + +<p>"No—how?"</p> + +<p>"Well, he never half cleaned my study out, only just +stuck the candlesticks in the cupboard, and swept the +crumbs on to the floor. So at last I was mortal angry, +and had him up, and made him go through the whole performance +under my eyes: the dust the young scamp made +nearly choked me, and showed that he hadn't swept the +carpet before. Well, when it was all finished: 'Now, +young gentleman,' says I, 'mind, I expect this to be done +every morning—floor swept, table-cloth taken off and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span> +shaken, and everything dusted.' 'Very well,' grunts he. +Not a bit of it, though—I was quite sure in a day or two +that he never took the table-cloth off even. So I laid a +trap for him; I tore up some paper and put half a dozen +bits on my table one night, and the cloth over them as +usual. Next morning, after breakfast, up I came, pulled +off the cloth, and sure enough there was the paper, which +fluttered down on to the floor. I was in a towering rage. +'I've got you now,' thought I, and sent for him, while I +got out my cane. Up he came, as cool as you please, with +his hands in his pockets. 'Didn't I tell you to shake my +table-cloth every morning?' roared I. 'Yes,' says he. +'Did you do it this morning?' 'Yes.' 'You young liar! +I put these pieces of paper on the table last night, and if +you'd taken the table-cloth off you'd have seen them, so +I'm going to give you a good licking.' Then my youngster +takes one hand out of his pocket, and just stoops down +and picks up two of the bits of paper, and holds them out +to me. There was written on each, in great round text: +'Harry East, his mark.' The young rogue had found my +trap out, taken away my paper, and put some of his there, +every bit ear-marked.<a name="FNanchor_14_474" id="FNanchor_14_474"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_474" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> I'd a great mind to lick him for +his impudence, but, after all, one has no right to be laying +traps, so I didn't. Of course I was at his mercy till the +end of the half, and in his weeks my study was so frowzy<a name="FNanchor_15_475" id="FNanchor_15_475"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_475" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> +I couldn't sit in it."</p> + +<p>"They spoil one's things so, too," chimed in a third boy. +"Hall and Brown were night-fags last week; I called fag, +and gave them my candlesticks to clean; away they went, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span> +and didn't appear again. When they'd had time enough +to clean them three times over I went out to look after +them. They weren't in the passages, so down I went into +the Hall where I heard music, and there I found them sitting +on the table, listening to Johnson, who was playing +the flute, and my candlesticks stuck between the bars well +into the fire, red hot, clean spoiled; they've never stood +straight since, and I must get some more. However, I +gave them both a good licking; that's one comfort."</p> + +<h4>MISFORTUNE THICKENS.</h4> + +<p>Such were the sort of scrapes they were always getting +into; and so, partly by their own faults, partly from circumstances, +partly from the faults of others, they found +themselves outlaws,<a name="FNanchor_16_476" id="FNanchor_16_476"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_476" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> ticket-of-leave men,<a name="FNanchor_17_477" id="FNanchor_17_477"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_477" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> or what you will +in that line; in short, dangerous parties, and lived the +sort of hand-to-mouth, wild, reckless life, which such parties +have to put up with. Nevertheless, they never quite +lost favor with young Brooke, who was now the cock of +the House,<a name="FNanchor_18_478" id="FNanchor_18_478"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_478" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> and just getting into the sixth; and Diggs +stuck to them like a man, and gave them store of good +advice, by which they never in the least profited.</p> + +<p>And even after the House mended, and law and order +had been restored, which soon happened after young +Brooke and Diggs got into the sixth, they couldn't easily +or at once return into the paths of steadiness, and many +of the old wild out-of-bounds habits stuck to them as +firmly as ever. While they had been quite little boys, the +scrapes they got into in the School hadn't much mattered +to any one; but now they were in the upper school, all +wrong-doers from which were sent up straight to the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span> +Doctor at once; so they began to come under his notice; and +as they were a sort of leaders in a small way amongst their +own contemporaries, his eye, which was everywhere, was +upon them.</p> + +<p>It was a toss-up<a name="FNanchor_19_479" id="FNanchor_19_479"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_479" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> whether they turned out well or ill, and +so they were just the boys who caused the most anxiety +to such a master. You have been told of the first occasion +on which they were sent up to the Doctor, and the remembrance +of it was so pleasant, that they had much less fear +of him than most boys of their standing had. "It's all +his looks," Tom used to say to East, "that frightens fellows; +don't you remember, he never said anything to us +my first half-year, for being an hour late for locking up?"</p> + +<p>The next time Tom came before him, however, the interview +was of a very different kind. It happened just +about the time at which we have now arrived, and was the +first of a series of scrapes into which our hero now managed +to tumble.</p> + +<h4>THE AVON.</h4> + +<p>The river Avon at Rugby is a slow and not a very clear +stream, in which chub, dace, roach, and other coarse fish +are (or were) plentiful enough, together with a fair +sprinkling of small jack,<a name="FNanchor_20_480" id="FNanchor_20_480"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_480" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> but no fish worth sixpence either +for sport or food. It is, however, a capital river for bathing, +as it has many nice small pools and several good +reaches<a name="FNanchor_21_481" id="FNanchor_21_481"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_481" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> for swimming, all within about a mile of one another, +and at an easy twenty minutes' walk from the +School. This mile of water is rented, or used to be +rented, for bathing purposes, by the Trustees of the +School, for the boys. The foot-path to Brownsover<a name="FNanchor_22_482" id="FNanchor_22_482"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_482" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span> +crosses the river by "the Planks," a curious old single-plank +bridge, running for fifty or sixty yards into the flat +meadows on each side of the river, for in the winter there +are frequent floods. Above the Planks were the bathing-places +for the smaller boys,—Sleath's, the first bathing-place +where all new boys had to begin, until they had +proved to the bathing-men (three steady individuals who +were paid to attend daily through the summer to prevent +accidents) that they could swim pretty decently, when +they were allowed to go on to Anstey's, about one hundred +and fifty yards below. Here there was a hole about +six feet deep and twelve feet across, over which the puffing +urchins struggled to the opposite side, and thought no +small beer of themselves for having been out of their +depths. Below the Planks came larger and deeper holes, +the first of which was Wratislaw's, and the last Swift's, a +famous hole ten or twelve feet deep in parts, and thirty +yards across, from which there was a fine swimming reach +right down to the mill. Swift's was reserved for the +sixth and fifth forms, and had a spring-board<a name="FNanchor_23_483" id="FNanchor_23_483"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_483" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> and two +sets of steps; the others had one set of steps each, and +were used indifferently by all the lower boys, though +each House addicted itself more to one hole than to another. +The School-house at this time affected<a name="FNanchor_24_484" id="FNanchor_24_484"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_484" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> Wratislaw's +hole, and Tom and East, who had learnt to swim +like fishes, were to be found there as regular as the clock +through the summer always twice, and often three times a +day.</p> + +<h4>DISPUTED RIGHTS OF FISHING.</h4> + +<p>Now the boys either had, or fancied they had, a right +also to fish at their pleasure over the whole of this part of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span> +the river, and would not understand that the right (if +any) only extended to the Rugby side. As ill-luck would +have it, the gentleman who owned the opposite bank, after +allowing it for some time without interference, had ordered +his keepers<a name="FNanchor_25_485" id="FNanchor_25_485"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_485" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> not to let the boys fish on his side; the consequence +of which had been, that there had been first +wranglings and then fights between the keepers and boys; +and so keen had the quarrel become, that the landlord +and his keepers, after a ducking had been inflicted on one +of the latter, and a fierce fight ensued thereon, had been +up to the Great School at calling-over to identify the delinquents, +and it was all the Doctor himself and five or six +masters could do to keep the peace. Not even his authority +could prevent the hissing, and so strong was the feeling, +that the four præpostors of the week walked up the +school with their canes, shouting s-s-s-s-i-lenc-c-c-c-e at +the top of their voices. However, the chief offenders for +the time were flogged and kept in bounds, but the victorious +party had brought a nice hornet's nest about their +ears. The landlord was hissed at the School-gates as he +rode past, and when he charged his horse at the mob of +boys, and tried to thrash them with his whip, was driven +back by cricket-bats and wickets, and pursued with pebbles +and fives'-balls; while the wretched keepers' lives +were a burden to them, from having to watch the water +so closely.</p> + +<p>The School-house boys of Tom's standing, one and all +as a protest against this tyranny and cutting short of their +lawful amusements, took to fishing in all ways, and especially +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span> +by means of night-lines. The little tackle-maker<a name="FNanchor_26_486" id="FNanchor_26_486"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_486" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> at +the bottom of the town would soon have made his fortune +had the rage lasted, and several of the barbers began to +lay in fishing-tackle. The boys had this great advantage +over their enemies, that they spent a large portion of the +day in nature's garb by the river side, and so, when tired +of swimming, would get out on the other side and fish, or +set night-lines, till the keepers hove in sight, and then +plunge in and swim back and mix with the other bathers, +and the keepers were too wise to follow across the stream.</p> + +<h4>CHAFFING A KEEPER.</h4> + +<p>While things were in this state, one day Tom and three +or four others were bathing at Wratislaw's, and had, as a +matter of course, been taking up and resetting night-lines. +They had all left the water, and were sitting or standing +about at their toilets, in all costumes from a shirt upward, +when they were aware of a man in a velveteen shooting-coat +approaching from the other side. He was a new +keeper, so they didn't recognize or notice him, till he +pulled up right opposite and began:—</p> + +<p>"I see'd some of you young gentlemen over this side a +fishing just now."</p> + +<p>"Hullo, who are you? what business is that of yours, +old Velveteens?"<a name="FNanchor_27_487" id="FNanchor_27_487"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_487" class="fnanchor">[27]</a></p> + +<p>"I'm the new under-keeper, and master's told me to +keep a sharp look out on all o' you young chaps. And I +tells 'ee I mean business, and you'd better keep on your +own side, or we shall fall out."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's right, Velveteens—speak out and let's +know your mind at once."</p> + +<p>"Look here, old boy," cried East, holding up a miserable +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span> +coarse fish or two and a small jack, "would you like +to smell 'em, and see which bank they lived under?"</p> + +<p>"I'll give you a bit of advice, keeper," shouted Tom, +who was sitting in his shirt paddling with his feet in the +river; "you'd better go down there to Swift's where the +big boys are; they're beggars<a name="FNanchor_28_488" id="FNanchor_28_488"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_488" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> at setting lines, and'll put +you up to a wrinkle or two for catching the five-pounders." +Tom was nearest to the keeper, and that officer, who was +getting angry at the chaff, fixed his eyes on our hero, as +if to take note of him for future use. Tom returned his +gaze with a steady stare, and then broke into a laugh, +and struck into the middle of a favorite School-house +song:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"As I and my companions<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Were setting of a snare,</span><br /> +The gamekeeper was watching us,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">For him we did not care:</span><br /> +For we can wrestle and fight, my boys,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And jump out anywhere,</span><br /> +For it's my delight of a likely<a name="FNanchor_29_489" id="FNanchor_29_489"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_489" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> night<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In the season of the year."</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<p>The chorus was taken up by the other boys with shouts +of laughter, and the keeper turned away with a grunt, but +evidently bent on mischief. The boys thought no more +of the matter.</p> + +<p>But now came on the May-fly season; the soft, hazy +summer weather lay sleepily along the rich meadows by +Avon side, and the green and gray flies flickered with +their graceful lazy up-and-down flight over the reeds and +the water and the meadows, in myriads upon myriads. +The May-flies must surely be the lotus-eaters<a name="FNanchor_30_490" id="FNanchor_30_490"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_490" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> of the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span> +ephemeræ;<a name="FNanchor_31_491" id="FNanchor_31_491"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_491" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> the happiest, laziest, carelessest fly that +dances and dreams out his few hours of sunshiny life by +English rivers.</p> + +<p>Every little pitiful coarse fish in the Avon was on the +alert for the flies, and gorging his wretched carcass with +hundreds daily, the gluttonous rogues! and every lover +of the gentle craft was out to avenge the poor May-flies.</p> + +<h4>THE RETURN MATCH WITH VELVETEENS.</h4> + +<p>So one fine Thursday afternoon, Tom having borrowed +East's new rod, started by himself to the river. He fished +for some time with small success: not a fish would rise at +him; but as he prowled along the bank, he was presently +aware of mighty ones feeding in a pool on the opposite +side, under the shade of a huge willow tree. The stream +was deep here, but some fifty yards below was a shallow, +for which he made off hot-foot:<a name="FNanchor_32_492" id="FNanchor_32_492"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_492" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> and forgetting landlords, +keepers, solemn prohibitions of the Doctor, and everything +else, pulled up his trousers, plunged across, and in +three minutes was creeping along on all-fours toward the +clump of willows.</p> + +<p>It isn't often that great chub, or any other coarse fish, +are in earnest about anything, but just then they were +thoroughly bent on feeding, and in half an hour Master +Tom had deposited three thumping fellows at the foot of +the giant willow. As he was baiting for a fourth pounder, +and just going to throw in again, he became aware of a +man coming up the bank not one hundred yards off. +Another look told him that it was the under-keeper. Could +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span> +he reach the shallow before him? No, not carrying +his rod. Nothing for it but the tree, so Tom laid his +bones to it, shinning up as fast as he could, and dragging +up his rod after him. He had just time to reach and +crouch along a huge branch some ten feet up, which +stretched out over the river, when the keeper arrived at +the clump. Tom's heart beat fast as he came under the +tree; two steps more and he would have passed, when, as +ill-luck would have it, the gleam on the scales of the dead +fish caught his eye, and he made a dead point at the foot +of the tree. He picked up the fish one by one; his eye +and touch told him that they had been alive and feeding +within the hour. Tom crouched lower along the branch, +and heard the keeper beating the clump. "If I could +only get the rod hidden," thought he, and began gently +shifting it to get it alongside of him: "willow-trees don't +throw out straight hickory shoots twelve feet long, with +no leaves, worse luck?" Alas! the keeper catches the +rustle, and then a sight of the rod, and then of Tom's +hand and arm.</p> + +<p>"Oh, be up ther' be ee?" says he, running under the +tree. "Now you come down this minute."</p> + +<p>"Treed at last," thinks Tom, making no answer, and +keeping as close as possible, but working away at the rod, +which he takes to pieces: "I'm in for it, unless I can +starve him out." And then he begins to meditate getting +along the branch for a plunge, and scramble to the other +side; but the small branches are so thick, and the opposite +bank so difficult, that the keeper will have lots of time to +get round by the ford before he can get out, so he gives +that up. And now he hears the keeper beginning to +scramble up the trunk. That will never do; so he scrambles +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span> +himself back to where his branch joins the trunk, and +stands with lifted rod.</p> + +<p>"Hullo, Velveteens! mind your fingers if you come any +higher!"</p> + +<p>The keeper stops and looks, and then with a grin says: +"Oh, be you, be it, young measter? Well, here's luck. +Now I tells ee to come down at once, and 't'll be best +for ee."</p> + +<p>"Thank'ee, Velveteens, I'm very comfortable," said Tom, +shortening the rod in his hand, and preparing for battle.</p> + +<p>"Werry well, please yourself," says the keeper, descending, +however, to the ground again, and taking his seat on +the bank; "I bean't in no hurry, so you may take your +time. I'll learn ee to gee<a name="FNanchor_33_493" id="FNanchor_33_493"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_493" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> honest folks names afore I've +done with ee."</p> + +<p>"My luck as usual," thinks Tom; "what a fool I was +to give him a black.<a name="FNanchor_34_494" id="FNanchor_34_494"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_494" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> If I'd called him 'keeper,' now, I +might get off. The return match<a name="FNanchor_35_495" id="FNanchor_35_495"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_495" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> is all his way."</p> + +<h4>VELVETEENS' REVENGE.</h4> + +<p>The keeper quietly proceeded to take out his pipe, fill +and light it, keeping an eye on Tom, who now sat disconsolately +across the branch, looking at keeper,—a pitiful +sight for men and fishes. The more he thought of it, the +less he liked it. "It must be getting near second calling-over," +thinks he. Keeper smokes on stolidly. "If he +takes me up, I shall be flogged safe enough. I can't sit +here all night. Wonder if he'll rise at silver."<a name="FNanchor_36_496" id="FNanchor_36_496"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_496" class="fnanchor">[36]</a></p> + +<p>"I say, keeper," said he meekly, "let me go for two +bob?"<a name="FNanchor_37_497" id="FNanchor_37_497"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_497" class="fnanchor">[37]</a></p> + +<p>"Not for twenty neither," grunts his persecutor.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span></p> +<p>And so they sat on till long past second calling-over, +and the sun came slanting in through the willow branches, +and telling of locking-up near at hand.</p> + +<p>"I'm coming down, keeper," said Tom at last, with a +sigh, fairly tired out. "Now, what are you going to do?"</p> + +<p>"Walk ee up to school, and give ee over to the Doctor; +them's my orders," says Velveteens, knocking the ashes +out of his fourth pipe, and standing up and shaking himself.</p> + +<p>"Very good," said Tom; "but hands off, you know. +I'll go with you quietly, so no collaring or that sort of +thing."</p> + +<p>Keeper looked at him a minute—"Werry good," said +he, at last; and so Tom descended, and wended his way +drearily by the side of the keeper up to the School-house, +where they arrived just at locking-up. As they passed +the School-gates, the Tadpole and several others who were +standing there caught the state of things, and rushed out, +crying, "Rescue!" but Tom shook his head, so they only +followed to the Doctor's gate, and went back sorely puzzled.</p> + +<p>How changed and stern the Doctor seemed from the last +time that Tom was up there, as the keeper told the story, +not omitting to state how Tom had called him blackguard +names. "Indeed, sir," broke in the culprit, "it was only +Velveteens." The Doctor only asked one question.</p> + +<p>"You know the rule about the banks, Brown?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir."</p> + +<p>"Then wait for me to-morrow, after the first lesson."</p> + +<p>"I thought so," muttered Tom.</p> + +<p>"And about the rod, sir?" went on the keeper. "Master's +told we as we might have all the rods—"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, please, sir," broke in Tom, "the rod isn't mine." +The Doctor looked puzzled, but the keeper, who was a +good-hearted fellow, and melted at Tom's evident distress, +gave up his claim. Tom was flogged next morning, and +a few days afterward met Velveteens, and presented him +with a half a crown for giving up the rod claim, and they +became sworn friends; and I regret to say that Tom had +many more fish from under the willow that May-fly season, +and was never caught again by Velveteens.</p> + +<h4>MORE SCRAPES.</h4> + +<p>It wasn't three weeks before Tom, and now East by his +side, were again in the awful presence. This time, however, +the Doctor was not so terrible. A few days before, +they had been fagged at fives to fetch the balls that went +off the Court. While standing watching the game, they +saw five or six nearly new balls hit on the top of the +School. "I say, Tom," said East, when they were dismissed, +"couldn't we get those balls somehow?"</p> + +<p>"Let's try, anyhow."</p> + +<p>So they reconnoitered the walls carefully, borrowed a +coal-hammer from old Stumps, bought some big nails, and +after one or two attempts scaled the School, and possessed +themselves of huge quantities of fives'-balls. The place +pleased them so much that they spent all their spare time +there scratching and cutting their names on the top of +every tower; and at last, having exhausted all other +places, finished up with inscribing <span class="smcap">H. East</span>, <span class="smcap">T. Brown</span>, +on the minute-hand of the great clock. In the doing of +which, they held the minute-hand, and disturbed the +clock's economy. So next morning, when masters and +boys came trooping down to prayers, and entered the +quadrangle, the injured minute-hand was indicating three +minutes to the hour. They all pulled up, and took their +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> +time. When the hour struck, doors were closed, and half +the School late. Thomas being set to make inquiry, discovers +their names on the minute-hand, and reports accordingly; +and they are sent for, a knot of their friends making +derisive and pantomimic allusions to what their fate will +be, as they walk off.</p> + +<p>But the Doctor, after hearing their story, doesn't make +much of it, and only gives them thirty lines of Homer to +learn by heart, and a lecture on the likelihood of such +exploits ending in broken bones.</p> + +<h4>THE DOCTOR REIGNING.</h4> + +<p>Alas! almost the next day was one of the great fairs in +the town; and as several rows and other disagreeable accidents +had of late taken place on these occasions, the Doctor +gives out, after prayers in the morning, that no boy is to +go down into the town. Wherefore East and Tom, for no +earthly pleasure except that of doing what they are told +not to do, start away, after second lesson, and making a +short circuit through the fields, strike a back lane which +leads into the town, go down it, and run plump upon one +of the masters as they emerge into the High Street. The +master in question, though a very clever, is not a righteous +man; he has already caught several of his own pupils, and +gives them lines to learn, while he sends East and Tom, +who are not his pupils, up to the Doctor; who, on learning +that they had been at prayers in the morning, flogs +them soundly.</p> + +<p>The flogging did them no good at the time, for the injustice +of their captor was rankling in their minds; but it +was just the end of the half, and on the next evening but +one Thomas knocks at their door, and says the Doctor +wants to see them. They look at one another in silent +dismay. What can it be now? Which of their countless +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span> +wrong-doings can he have heard of officially? However, +it's no use delaying, so up they go to the study. There +they find the Doctor, not angry, but very grave. "He +has sent for them to speak to them very seriously before +they go home. They have each been flogged several times +in the half-year for direct and wilful breaches of rules. +This cannot go on. They are doing no good to themselves +or others, and now they are getting up in the School, and +have influence. They seem to think that rules are made +capriciously, and for the pleasure of the masters; but this +is not so, they are made for the good of the whole School, +and must and shall be obeyed. Those who thoughtlessly +or wilfully break them, will not be allowed to stay at the +School. He should be sorry if they had to leave, as the +School might do them both much good, and wishes them +to think very seriously in the holidays over what he has +said. Good-night."</p> + +<p>And so the two hurry off horribly scared; the idea of +having to leave has never crossed their minds and is quite +unbearable.</p> + +<p>As they go out they meet at the door old Holmes, a +sturdy, cheery præpostor of another house, who goes in to +the Doctor; and they hear his genial, hearty greeting of +the new-comer, so different to their own reception, as the +door closes, and return to their study with heavy hearts, +and tremendous resolves to break no more rules.</p> + +<p>Five minutes afterward the master of their form, a late +arrival and a model young master, knocks at the Doctor's +study-door. "Come in!" and as he enters the Doctor +goes on to Holmes—"you see I do not know anything of +the case officially; and if I take any notice of it at all, I +must publicly expel the boy. I don't wish to do that, for +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span> +I think there is some good in him. There's nothing for +it but a good sound thrashing." He paused to shake +hands with the master, which Holmes does also, and then +prepares to leave.</p> + +<p>"I understand. Good-night, sir."</p> + +<p>"Good-night, Holmes. And remember," added the +Doctor, emphasizing the words, "a good sound thrashing +before the whole house."</p> + +<p>The door closed on Holmes; and the Doctor, in answer +to the puzzled look of his lieutenant, explained shortly.</p> + +<p>"A gross case of bullying. Wharton, the head of the +house, is a very good fellow, but slight and weak, and +severe physical pain is the only way to deal with such a +case; so I have asked Holmes to take it up. He is very +careful and trustworthy, and has plenty of strength. I +wish all the sixth had as much. We must have it here, if +we are to keep order at all."</p> + +<p>Now, I don't want any wiseacres<a name="FNanchor_38_498" id="FNanchor_38_498"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_498" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> to read this book; but +if they should, of course they will prick up their long +ears, and howl, or rather bray, at the above story. Very +good, I don't object; but what I have to add for you boys +is this, that Holmes called a levy of his house after breakfast +next morning, made them a speech on the case of +bullying in question, and then gave the bully a "good +sound thrashing"; and that years afterward, that boy +sought out Holmes and thanked him, saying it had been +the kindest act which had ever been done to him, and the +turning-point in his character; and a very good fellow he +became, and a credit to his School.</p> + +<p>After some other talk between them, the Doctor said, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span> +"I want to speak to you about two boys in your form, +East and Brown; I have just been speaking to them. +What do you think of them?"</p> + +<p>"Well, they are not hard workers, and very thoughtless +and full of spirits—but I can't help liking them. I think +they are sound good fellows at the bottom."</p> + +<p>"I am glad of it. I think so, too. But they make me +very uneasy. They are taking the lead a good deal +amongst the fags in my house, for they are very active, +bold fellows. I should be sorry to lose them, but I sha'n't +let them stay if I don't see them gaining character and +manliness. In another year they may do great harm to all +the younger boys."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I hope you won't send them away," pleaded their +master.</p> + +<p>"Not if I can help it. But now I never feel sure, after +any half-holiday, that I sha'n't have to flog one of them +next morning, for some foolish, thoughtless scrape. I +quite dread seeing either of them."</p> + +<p>They were both silent for a minute. Presently the +Doctor began again:—</p> + +<p>"They don't feel that they have any duty or work to +do in the School, and how is one to make them feel it?"</p> + +<p>"I think if either of them had some little boy to take +care of, it would steady him. Brown is the more reckless +of the two, I should say; East wouldn't get into so many +scrapes without him."</p> + +<p>"Well," said the Doctor, with something like a sigh, +"I'll think of it." And they went on to talk of other +subjects.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_461" id="Footnote_1_461"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_461"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>The half</b>: the half-year.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_462" id="Footnote_2_462"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_462"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Ominous</b>: foretelling evil.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_463" id="Footnote_3_463"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_463"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Cut to cover</b>: ran to a hiding-place.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_464" id="Footnote_4_464"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_464"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Draw</b>: to force a creature to leave its hiding-place.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_465" id="Footnote_5_465"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_465"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Sprung</b>: become strained or cracked.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_466" id="Footnote_6_466"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_466"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Chartered</b>: hired.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_467" id="Footnote_7_467"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_467"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Hurdle</b>: a framework of twigs.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_468" id="Footnote_8_468"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_468"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Vested interest</b>: a fixed estate; here, a deeply rooted evil or abuse.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_469" id="Footnote_9_469"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_469"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>The Palaver</b>: a nickname for Parliament.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_470" id="Footnote_10_470"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_470"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Kossuth</b>, etc.: patriots and reformers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_471" id="Footnote_11_471"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_471"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Balances</b>: money deposited to one's credit.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_472" id="Footnote_12_472"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_472"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Ishmaelites</b>: outcasts.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_473" id="Footnote_13_473"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_473"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Sold me</b>: tricked or outwitted me.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_474" id="Footnote_14_474"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_474"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Ear-marked</b>: marked with a private mark.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_475" id="Footnote_15_475"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_475"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Frowzy</b>: dirty, slovenly.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_476" id="Footnote_16_476"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_476"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Outlaws</b>: persons deprived of the protection of the law.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_477" id="Footnote_17_477"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_477"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Ticket-of-leave men</b>: convicts allowed to go at large upon their +good behavior.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_478" id="Footnote_18_478"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_478"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Cock of the House</b>: leader of the School.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_479" id="Footnote_19_479"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_479"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>A toss-up</b>: the merest chance; toss of a copper.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_480" id="Footnote_20_480"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_480"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Small jack</b>: young pike.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_481" id="Footnote_21_481"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_481"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Reaches</b>: straight pieces of water.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_482" id="Footnote_22_482"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_482"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Brownsover</b>: a neighboring village.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_483" id="Footnote_23_483"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_483"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Spring-board</b>: a long board projecting over the water, used by divers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_484" id="Footnote_24_484"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_484"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Affected</b>: preferred.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_485" id="Footnote_25_485"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_485"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>Keepers</b>: gamekeepers employed on all great estates to protect the +game and fish. In England, game and fish, except in navigable waters, +are the private property of the land-owners.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_486" id="Footnote_26_486"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_486"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Tackle-maker</b>: one who makes fishing-tackle.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_487" id="Footnote_27_487"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_487"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>Velveteens</b>: alluding to the keeper's velveteen suit.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_488" id="Footnote_28_488"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_488"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>Beggars</b>: here, wonderful chaps.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_489" id="Footnote_29_489"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_489"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <b>Likely</b>: suitable; convenient.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_490" id="Footnote_30_490"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_490"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> <b>Lotus-eaters</b>: the lotus was a plant fabled by the ancients to make +strangers who ate of it forget their native land and lead a dreamy, happy, +careless life. See Homer's Odyssey, IX., and Tennyson's poem, "The +Lotus-eaters."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_491" id="Footnote_31_491"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_491"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> <b>Ephemeræ</b>: Insects which live a very short time; literally, but a day.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_492" id="Footnote_32_492"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_492"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <b>Hot-foot</b>: with all haste.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_493" id="Footnote_33_493"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_493"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <b>Gee</b>: give.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_494" id="Footnote_34_494"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_494"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <b>Black</b>: a nickname.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_495" id="Footnote_35_495"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_495"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <b>Return match</b>: the end of the affair.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_496" id="Footnote_36_496"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_496"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <b>Rise at silver</b>: let one off for money.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_497" id="Footnote_37_497"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_497"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <b>Bob</b>: a shilling.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_498" id="Footnote_38_498"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_498"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> <b>Wiseacres</b>: those who make undue pretentions to wisdom.</p></div> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span></p> +<h1><span class="smcap">Tom Brown's School Days.</span></h1> + +<hr style="width: 10%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em;" /> +<h2><i>PART II.</i></h2> +<hr style="width: 10%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em;" /> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"I hold it truth, with him who sings<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To one clear harp in divers tones,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That men may rise on stepping stones</span><br /> +Of their dead selves to higher things."<br /> +</p></div> +<p style='text-align:right'><i>Tennyson's</i> "<i>In Memoriam.</i>"</p> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<h3>HOW THE TIDE TURNED.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"Once to every man and nation, comes the moment to decide.<br /> +In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side.<br /> +</p></div> + +<hr style="width: 25%; margin-top: 1em; margin-bottom: 1em;" /> + +<div class="poem"><p> +Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside,<br /> +Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified."—<i>Lowell.</i><br /> +</p></div> +</div> + + +<p>The turning-point in our hero's school career had now +come, and the manner of it was as follows: On the +evening of the first day of the next half-year, Tom, East, +and another School-house boy, who had just been dropped +at the Spread Eagle by the old Regulator, rushed into the +matron's room in high spirits, such as all real boys are +in when they first get back, however fond they may be +of home.</p> + +<p>"Well, Mrs. Wixie," shouted one, seizing on the +methodical, active little dark-eyed woman, who was busy +stowing away the linen of the boys who had already +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span> +arrived into their several pigeon-holes, "here we are again, +you see, as jolly as ever. Let us help you put the things +away."</p> + +<h4>WHO'S COME BACK?</h4> + +<p>"And, Mary," cried another (she was called indifferently +by either name), "who's come back? Has the Doctor +made old Jones leave? How many new boys are +there?"</p> + +<p>"Am I and East to have Gray's study? You know you +promised to get it for us if you could," shouted Tom.</p> + +<p>"And am I to sleep in Number 4?" roared East.</p> + +<p>"How's old Sam, and Bogle, and Sally?"</p> + +<p>"Bless the boys!" cried Mary, at last getting in a word, +"Why, you'll shake me to death. There, now do go away +up to the housekeeper's room and get your suppers; you +know I haven't time to talk—you'll find plenty more in +the house. Now, Master East, do let those things alone—you're +mixing up three new boys' things." And she +rushed at East, who escaped round the open trunks holding +up a prize.</p> + +<p>"Hullo, look here, Tommy," shouted he, "here's fun!" +and he brandished above his head some pretty little nightcaps, +beautifully made and marked, the work of loving +fingers in some distant country home. The kind mother +and sisters, who sewed that delicate stitching with aching +hearts, little thought of the trouble they might be bringing +on the young head for which they were meant. The +little matron was wiser, and snatched the caps from East +before he could look at the name on them.</p> + +<p>"Now, Master East, I shall be very angry if you don't +go," said she; "there is some capital cold beef and pickles +up stairs, and I won't have you old boys in my room first +night."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span></p> +<p>"Hurrah for the pickles! Come along, Tommy; come +along, Smith. We shall find out who the young count is, +I'll be bound; I hope he'll sleep in my room. Mary's +always vicious first week."</p> + +<h4>THE SADDLE IS PUT ON TOM.</h4> + +<p>As the boys turned to leave the room, the matron +touched Tom's arm, and said, "Master Brown, please stop +a minute, I want to speak to you."</p> + +<p>"Very well, Mary. I'll come in a minute; East, don't +finish the pickles—"</p> + +<p>"Oh, Master Brown," went on the little matron, when +the rest had gone, "you're to have Gray's study, Mrs. +Arnold says. And she wants you to take in this young +gentleman. He's a new boy, and thirteen years old, +though he doesn't look it. He's very delicate, and has +never been from home before. And I told Mrs. Arnold I +thought you'd be kind to him, and see that they don't +bully him at first. He's put into your form, and I've +given him the bed next to yours in Number 4; so East +can't sleep there this half."</p> + +<p>Tom was rather put about by this speech. He had got +the double study which he coveted, but here were conditions +attached which greatly moderated his joy. He +looked across the room, and in the far corner of the sofa +was aware of a slight pale boy, with large blue eyes and +light fair hair, who seemed ready to shrink through the +floor. He saw at a glance that the little stranger was just +the boy whose first half-year at a public school would be +misery to himself if he were left alone, or constant anxiety +to any one who meant to see him through his troubles. +Tom was too honest to take in the youngster and then +let him shift for himself; and if he took him as his chum +instead of East, where were all his pet plans of making +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span> +night-lines and slings, and plotting expeditions to Brownsover +Mills and Caldecott's Spinney? East and he had +made up their minds to get this study, and then every +night from locking-up till ten they would be together to +talk about fishing, read Marryat's novels,<a name="FNanchor_1_499" id="FNanchor_1_499"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_499" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> and sort birds' +eggs. And this new boy would most likely never go out +of the close, and would be afraid of wet feet, and always +getting laughed at, and called Molly, or Jenny, or some +derogatory<a name="FNanchor_2_500" id="FNanchor_2_500"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_500" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> feminine nickname.</p> + +<p>The matron watched him for a moment, and saw what +was passing in his mind, and so, like a wise negotiator, +threw in an appeal to his warm heart. "Poor little fellow," +said she, in almost a whisper, "his father's dead, +and he's got no brothers. And his mamma, such a kind, +sweet lady, almost broke her heart at leaving him this +morning; and she said one of his sisters was like to die of +decline, and so—"</p> + +<p>"Well, well," burst in Tom, with something like a sigh +at the effort. "I suppose I must give up East. Come +along, young un. What's your name? We'll go and +have some supper and then I'll show you our study."</p> + +<p>"His name's George Arthur," said the matron, walking +up to him with Tom, who grasped his little delicate hand +as the proper preliminary to making a chum of him, and +felt as if he could have blown him away. "I've had his +books and things put into the study, which his mamma +has had new papered, and the sofa covered, and new +green-baize curtains over the door." (The diplomatic +matron threw this in, to show that the new boy was +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span> +contributing largely to the partnership comforts.) "And +Mrs. Arnold told me to say," she added, "that she should +like you both to come up to tea with her. You know the +way, Master Brown, and the things are just gone up, I +know."</p> + +<h4>TEA WITH THE DOCTOR.</h4> + +<p>Here was an announcement for Master Tom! He was +to go up to tea the first night, just as if he were a sixth +or fifth form boy, and of importance in the school world, +instead of the most reckless young scapegrace amongst the +fags. He felt himself lifted on to a higher social and +moral platform at once. Nevertheless, he couldn't give +up without a sigh the idea of the jolly supper in the housekeeper's +room with East and the rest, and a rush round to +all the studies of his friends afterward, to pour out the +deeds and wonders of the holidays, to plot fifty plans for +the coming half-year, and to gather news of who had left, +and what new boys had come, who had got who's study, +and where the new præpostors slept. However, Tom consoled +himself with thinking that he couldn't have done all +this with the new boy at his heels, and so marched off +along the passages to the Doctor's private house with his +young charge in tow, in monstrous good humor with himself +and all the world.</p> + +<p>It is needless, and would be impertinent, to tell how +the two young boys were received in that drawing-room. +The lady who presided there is still living, and has carried +with her to her peaceful home in the North the respect +and love of all those who ever felt and shared that gentle +and high-bred hospitality. Ay, many is the brave heart +now doing its work and bearing its load in country curacies, +London chambers, under the Indian sun, and in +Australian towns and clearings, which looks back with +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span> +fond and grateful memory to that School-house drawing-room, +and dates much of its highest and best training to +the lessons learnt there.</p> + +<p>Besides Mrs. Arnold and one or two of the elder children, +there were one of the young masters, young Brooke, +who was now in the sixth, and had succeeded to his +brother's position and influence, and another sixth-form +boy, talking together before the fire. The master and +young Brooke, now a great strapping fellow six feet high, +eighteen years old, and powerful as a coal-heaver, nodded +kindly to Tom, to his intense glory, and then went on +talking; the other did not notice them. The hostess, +after a few kind words, which led the boys at once and +insensibly to feel at their ease, and to begin talking to +one another, left them with her own children while she +finished a letter. The young ones got on fast and well, +Tom holding forth about a prodigious pony he had been +riding out hunting, and hearing stories of the winter +glories of the lakes,<a name="FNanchor_3_501" id="FNanchor_3_501"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_501" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> when tea came in, and immediately +after the Doctor himself.</p> + +<p>How frank, and kind, and manly was his greeting to +the party by the fire! It did Tom's heart good to see him +and young Brooke shake hands and look one another in +the face; and he didn't fail to remark that Brooke was +nearly as tall and quite as broad as the Doctor. And his +cup was full, when in another moment his master turned +to him with another warm shake of the hand, and, seemingly +oblivious of all the late scrapes which he had been +getting into, said: "Ah, Brown, you here! I hope you +left your father and all well at home?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span></p> +<p>"Yes, sir, quite well."</p> + +<p>"And this is the little fellow who is to share your +study. Well, he doesn't look as we should like to see +him. He wants some Rugby air, and cricket. And you +must take him some good long walks, to Bilton Grange, +and Caldecott's Spinney, and show him what a pretty +little country we have about here."</p> + +<p>Tom wondered if the Doctor knew that his visits to +Bilton Grange were for the purpose of taking rooks' nests +(a proceeding strongly discountenanced by the owner +thereof), and those to Caldecott's Spinney were prompted +chiefly by the conveniences for setting night-lines. What +didn't the Doctor know? And what a noble use he +always made of it! He almost resolved to abjure rookpies +and night-lines forever. The tea went merrily off, +the Doctor now talking of holiday doings, and then of +the prospects of the half-year, what chance there was for +the Balliol scholarship, whether the eleven<a name="FNanchor_4_502" id="FNanchor_4_502"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_502" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> would be a +good one. Everybody was at his ease, and everybody felt +that he, young as he might be, was of some use in the +little school-world, and had a work to do there.</p> + +<p>Soon after tea the Doctor went off to his study, and +the young boys a few minutes afterward took their leave, +and went out of the private door which led from the +Doctor's house into the middle passage.</p> + +<h4>ARTHUR'S DEBUT.</h4> + +<p>At the fire, at the further end of the passage, was a +crowd of boys in loud talk and laughter. There was a +sudden pause when the door opened, and then a great +shout of greeting as Tom was recognized marching down +the passage.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span></p> +<p>"Hullo, Brown, where do you come from?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, I've been to tea with the Doctor," says Tom, with +great dignity.</p> + +<p>"My eye!" cried East. "Oh, so that's why Mary +called you back; and you didn't come to supper. You +lost something,—that beef and pickles was no end good."</p> + +<p>"I say, young fellow," cried Hall, detecting Arthur, +and catching him by the collar, "what's your name? +Where do you come from? How old are you?"</p> + +<p>Tom saw Arthur shrink back, and look scared as all the +group turned to him, but thought it best to let him +answer, just standing by his side to support in case of +need.</p> + +<p>"Arthur, sir. I come from Devonshire."</p> + +<p>"Don't call me 'sir,' you young muff. How old are +you?"</p> + +<p>"Thirteen."</p> + +<p>"Can you sing?"</p> + +<p>The poor boy was trembling and hesitating. Tom +struck in—"You be hanged, Tadpole. He'll have to +sing, whether he can or not, Saturday twelve weeks, and +that's long enough off yet."</p> + +<p>"Do you know him at home, Brown?"</p> + +<p>"No; but he's my chum in Gray's old study, and it's +near prayer-time, and I haven't had a look at it yet. +Come along, Arthur."</p> + +<p>Away went the two, Tom longing to get his charge safe +under cover, where he might advise him on his deportment.</p> + +<p>"What a queer chum for Tom Brown," was the comment +at the fire; and it must be confessed so thought Tom +himself, as he lighted his candle, and surveyed the new +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span> +green-baize curtains and the carpet and sofa with much +satisfaction.</p> + +<p>"I say, Arthur, what a brick your mother is to make +us so cozy! But look here now; you must answer straight +up when the fellows speak to you, and don't be afraid. +If you're afraid, you'll get bullied. And don't you say +you can sing; and don't you ever talk about home, or your +mother and sisters."</p> + +<p>Poor little Arthur looked ready to cry.</p> + +<p>"But please," said he, "mayn't I talk about—about +home to you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, I like it. But don't talk to boys you don't +know, or they'll call you home-sick, or mamma's darling, +or some such stuff. What a jolly desk! is that your's? +And what stunning binding! why, your school-books look +like novels."</p> + +<p>And Tom was soon deep in Arthur's goods and chattels, +all new and good enough for a fifth-form boy, and hardly +thought of his friends outside till the prayer-bell rang.</p> + +<p>I have already described the School-house prayers; they +were the same on the first night as on the other nights, +save for the gaps caused by the absence of those boys who +came late, and the line of new boys who stood altogether +at the further table,—of all sorts and sizes, like young +bears with all their trouble to come, as Tom's father had +said to him when he was in the same position. He thought +of it as he looked at the line, and poor little slight Arthur +standing with them, and as he was leading him up-stairs +to Number 4, directly after prayers, and showing him his +bed. It was a huge, high, airy room, with two large windows +looking on to the School close. There were twelve +beds in the room; the one in the furthest corner by the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span> +fire-place occupied by the sixth-form boy who was responsible +for the discipline of the room, and the rest by +boys in the lower fifth and other junior forms, all fags +(for the fifth-form boys, as has been said, slept in rooms +by themselves). Being fags, the eldest of them was not +more than about sixteen years old, and were all bound to +be up and in bed by ten; the sixth-form boys came to bed +from ten to a quarter-past (at which time the old verger +came round to put the candles out), except when they sat +up to read.</p> + +<h4>LESSON NO. 1.</h4> + +<p>Within a few minutes, therefore, of their entry, all the +other boys who slept in Number 4 had come up. The +little fellows went quietly to their own beds, and began +undressing and talking to each other in whispers; while +the elder, amongst whom was Tom, sat chatting about on +one another's beds, with their jackets and waistcoats off. +Poor little Arthur was overwhelmed with the novelty of +his position. The idea of sleeping in the room with +strange boys had clearly never crossed his mind before, +and was as painful as it was strange to him. He could +hardly bear to take his jacket off; however, presently, +with an effort, off it came, and then he paused and looked +at Tom, who was sitting at the bottom of his bed talking +and laughing.</p> + +<p>"Please, Brown," he whispered, "may I wash my face +and hands?"</p> + +<p>"Of course, if you like," said Tom, staring; "that's +your washhand-stand under the window, second from +your bed. You'll have to go down for more water in the +morning if you use it all." And on he went with his talk, +while Arthur stole timidly from between the beds out +to his washhand-stand, and began his ablutions, thereby +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span> +drawing for a moment on himself the attention of the room.</p> + +<p>On went the talk and laughter. Arthur finished his +washing and undressing, and put on his night-gown. +He then looked round more nervously than ever. Two +or three of the little boys were already in bed, sitting up +with their chins on their knees. The light burned clear, +the noise went on. It was a trying moment for the poor +little lonely boy; however, this time he didn't ask Tom +what he might or might not do, but dropped on his knees +by his bedside, as he had done every day from his childhood, +to open his heart to Him who heareth the cry and +beareth the sorrows of the tender child, and the strong +man in agony.</p> + +<p>Tom was sitting at the bottom of his bed unlacing his +boots, so that his back was toward Arthur, and he didn't +see what had happened, and looked up in wonder at the +sudden silence. Then two or three boys laughed and +sneered, and a big brutal fellow, who was standing in the +middle of the room, picked up a slipper, and shied it at +the kneeling boy, calling him a snivelling young shaver. +Then Tom saw the whole and the next moment the boot +he had just pulled off flew straight at the head of the +bully, who had just time to throw up his arm and catch +it on his elbow.</p> + +<p>"Confound you, Brown, what's that for?" roared he, +stamping with pain.</p> + +<p>"Never mind what I mean," said Tom, stepping on to +the floor, every drop of blood in his body tingling; "if +any fellow wants the other boot, he knows how to get it."</p> + +<p>What would have been the result is doubtful, for at +this moment the sixth-form boy came in, and not another +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span> +word could be said. Tom and the rest rushed into bed +and finished their unrobing there, and the old verger, as +punctual as the clock, had put out the candle in another +minute, and toddled on to the next room, shutting their +door with his usual "Goodnight, gen'lm'n."</p> + +<p>There were many boys in the room by whom that little +scene was taken to heart before they slept. But sleep +seemed to have deserted the pillow of poor Tom. For +some time his excitement, and the flood of memories which +chased one another through his brain, kept him from thinking +or resolving. His head throbbed, his heart leaped, and +he could hardly keep himself from springing out of bed +and rushing about the room. Then the thought of his +own mother came across him, and the promise he had +made at her knee, years ago, never to forget to kneel by +his bedside, and give himself up to his Father, before he +laid his head on the pillow, from which it might never +rise; and he lay down gently and cried as if his heart +would break. He was only fourteen years old.</p> + +<p>It was no light act of courage in those days, my dear +boys, for a little fellow to say his prayers publicly, even at +Rugby. A few years later, when Arnold's manly piety had +begun to leaven the school, the tables turned; before he +died, in the School-house at least, and I believe in the +other house, the rule was the other way. But poor Tom +had come to school in other times. The first few nights +after he came he did not kneel down because of the noise, +but sat up in bed till the candle was out, and then stole +out and said his prayers, in fear lest some one should find +him out. So did many another poor little fellow. Then he +began to think that he might just as well say his prayers +in bed, and then that it didn't matter whether he was +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span> +kneeling, or sitting, or lying down. And so it had come +to pass with Tom, as with all who will not confess their +Lord before men; and for the last year he had probably +not said his prayers in earnest a dozen times.</p> + +<p>Poor Tom! the first and bitterest feeling which was like +to break his heart was the sense of his own cowardice. +The vice of all others which he loathed was brought in +and burned in on his own soul. He had lied to his +mother, to his conscience, to his God. How could he +bear it? And then the poor little weak boy, whom he +had pitied and almost scorned for his weakness, had done +that which he, braggart as he was, dared not do. The +first dawn of comfort came to him in swearing to himself +that he would stand by that boy through thick and thin, +and cheer him, and help him, and bear his burdens, for the +good deed done that night. Then he resolved to write +home next day and tell his mother all, and what a coward +her son had been. And then peace came to him as he +resolved, lastly, to bear his testimony next morning. The +morning would be harder than the night to begin with, but +he felt that he could not afford to let one chance slip. Several +times he faltered, for the devil showed him first all his +old friends calling him "Saint" and "Square-toes," and a +dozen hard names, and whispered to him that his motives +would be misunderstood, and he would only be left alone +with the new boy; whereas it was his duty to keep all +means of influence, that he might do good to the largest +number. And then came the more subtle temptation, +"Shall I not be showing myself braver than others by +doing this? Have I any right to begin it now? Ought I +not rather to pray in my own study, letting other boys +know that I do so, and trying to lead them to do it, while +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span> +in public at least I should go on as I have done?" However, +his good angel was too strong that night, and he +turned on his side and slept, tired of trying to reason, but +resolved to follow the impulse which had been so strong, +and in which he had found peace.</p> + +<h4>TOM LEARNS HIS LESSON.</h4> + +<p>Next morning he was up and washed and dressed, all +but his jacket and waistcoat, just as the ten minutes' bell +began to ring, and then in the face of the whole room +knelt down to pray. Not five words could he say—the +bell mocked him; he was listening for every whisper in +the room—what were they all thinking of him? He was +ashamed to go on kneeling, ashamed to rise from his +knees. At last, as it were from his inmost heart, a still +small voice seemed to breathe forth the words of the +publican,<a name="FNanchor_5_503" id="FNanchor_5_503"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_503" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> "God be merciful to me a sinner!" He repeated +them over and over, clinging to them as for his life, and +rose from his knees comforted and humbled, and ready to +face the whole world. It was not needed; two other boys +besides Arthur had already followed his example, and he +went down to the Great School with a glimmering of +another lesson in his heart,—the lesson that he who has +conquered his own coward spirit has conquered the whole +outward world; and that other one which the old prophet +learnt in the cave in Mount Horeb, when he hid his face, +and the still small voice asked: "What doest thou here, +Elijah?"<a name="FNanchor_6_504" id="FNanchor_6_504"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_504" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> that however we may fancy ourselves alone on +the side of good, the King and Lord of men is nowhere +without his witnesses; for in every society, however seemingly +corrupt and godless, there are those who have not +bowed the knee to Baal.<a name="FNanchor_7_505" id="FNanchor_7_505"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_505" class="fnanchor">[7]</a></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span></p> +<p>He found, too, how greatly he had exaggerated the +effect to be produced by his act. For a few nights there +was a sneer or a laugh when he knelt down, but this +passed off soon, and one by one all the other boys but three +or four followed the lead. I fear that this was in some +measure due to the fact that Tom could probably have +thrashed any boy in the room except the præpostor; at +any rate, every boy knew that he would try upon very +slight provocation, and didn't choose to run the risk of a +hard fight because Tom Brown had taken a fancy to say +his prayers. Some of the small boys of Number 4 communicated +the new state of things to their chums, and in +several other rooms the poor little fellows tried it on; in +one instance or so, where the præpostor heard of it and +interfered very decidedly, with partial success; but in the +rest, after a short struggle, the confessors were bullied or +laughed down, and the old state of things went on for +some time longer. Before either Tom Brown or Arthur +left the School-house, there was no room in which it had +not become the regular custom. I trust it is so still, and +that the old heathen state of things has gone out forever.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_499" id="Footnote_1_499"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_499"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Marryat's novels</b>: stories of the sea and of adventure, by Captain +Marryat.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_500" id="Footnote_2_500"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_500"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Derogatory</b>: here, contemptuous; belittling.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_501" id="Footnote_3_501"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_501"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>The lakes</b>: Dr. Arnold and family, during the vacations, made their +home in the lake district in the northwestern part of England.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_502" id="Footnote_4_502"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_502"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>The eleven</b>: the number of players selected by a club to play a +cricket match.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_503" id="Footnote_5_503"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_503"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Publican</b>: here, a revenue or tax collector. See Luke xviii. 13.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_504" id="Footnote_6_504"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_504"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Elijah</b>: see 1 Kings xix. 9.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_505" id="Footnote_7_505"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_505"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Baal</b>: an idol; hence any great wickedness.</p></div> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<h3>THE NEW BOY.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"And Heaven's rich instincts in him grew,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">As effortless as woodland nooks</span><br /> +Send violets up and paint them blue."—<i>Lowell.</i><br /> +</p></div> +</div> + + +<h4>TOM'S RESPONSIBILITIES.</h4> + +<p>I do not mean to recount all the little troubles and annoyances +which thronged upon Tom at the beginning +of this half-year, in his new character of bear-leader to a +gentle little boy straight from home. He seemed to himself +to have become a new boy again, without any of the +long-suffering and meekness indispensable for supporting +that character with moderate success. From morning till +night he had the feeling of responsibility on his mind; +and, even if he left Arthur in their study or in the close +for an hour, was never at ease till he had him in sight +again. He waited for him at the doors of the school after +every lesson and every calling-over; watched that no +tricks were played him and none but the regulation questions +asked; kept his eye on his plate at dinner and +breakfast, to see that no unfair depredations were made +upon his viands; in short, as East remarked, cackled after +him like a hen with one chick.</p> + +<p>Arthur took a long time thawing, too, which made it +all the harder work; was sadly timid; scarcely ever spoke +unless Tom spoke to him first; and, worst of all, would +agree with him in everything, the hardest thing in the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span> +world for a Brown to bear. He got quite angry sometimes, +as they sat together of a night in their study, at +this provoking habit of agreement, and was on the point +of breaking out a dozen times with a lecture upon the +propriety of a fellow having a will of his own and speaking +out, but managed to restrain himself by the thought that +he might only frighten Arthur, and the remembrance of +the lesson he had learnt from him on his first night at +Number 4. Then he would resolve to sit still, and not +say a word till Arthur began; but he was always beat at +that game, and had presently to begin talking in despair, +fearing lest Arthur might think he was vexed at something +if he didn't, and dog-tired of sitting tongue-tied.</p> + +<p>It was hard work! But Tom had taken it up, and meant +to stick to it, and go through with it, so as to satisfy himself; +in which resolution he was much assisted by the chaffing +of East and his other friends, who began to call him +"dry-nurse," and otherwise to break their small wit on +him. But when they took other ground, as they did every +now and then, Tom was sorely puzzled.</p> + +<h4>EAST'S ADVICE.</h4> + +<p>"Tell you what, Tommy," East would say, "you'll +spoil young Hopeful with too much coddling. Why can't +you let him go about by himself, and find his own level? +He'll never be worth a button, if you go on keeping him +under your skirts."</p> + +<p>"Well, but he isn't fit to fight his own way yet; I'm +trying to get him to do it every day—but he's very odd. +Poor little beggar! I can't make him out a bit. He isn't +a bit like anything I've ever seen or heard of—he seems +all over nerves; anything you say seems to hurt him like +a cut or a blow."</p> + +<p>"That sort of boy's no use here," said East; "he'll only +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span> +spoil. Now, I'll tell you what to do, Tommy. Go and +get a nice large band-box made, and put him in with +plenty of cotton-wool, and a pap-bottle,<a name="FNanchor_1_506" id="FNanchor_1_506"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_506" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> labelled 'with +care—this side up,' and send him back to mamma."</p> + +<p>"I think I shall make a hand of him, though," said +Tom, smiling, "say what you will. There's something +about him, every now and then, which shows me he's got +pluck somewhere in him. That's the only thing, after all, +that'll wash,<a name="FNanchor_2_507" id="FNanchor_2_507"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_507" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> isn't it, old Scud? But how to get at it and +bring it out?"</p> + +<p>Tom took one hand out of his breeches' pocket and +stuck it in his back hair for a scratch, giving his hat a tilt +over his nose, his one method of invoking wisdom. He +stared at the ground with a ludicrously puzzled look, and +presently looked up and met East's eyes. That young +gentleman slapped him on the back, and then put his arm +around his shoulders, as they strolled through the quadrangle +together. "Tom," said he, "blest if you aren't +the best old fellow ever was—I do like to see you go into +a thing. Hang it, I wish I could take things as you do, +but I never can get higher than a joke. Everything's a +joke. If I was going to be flogged next minute, I should +be in a blue funk,<a name="FNanchor_3_508" id="FNanchor_3_508"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_508" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> but I couldn't help laughing at it for +the life of me."</p> + +<p>"Brown and East, you go and fag for Jones on the +great fives'-court."</p> + +<p>"Hullo, though, that's past a joke," broke out East, +springing at the young gentleman who addressed them, +and catching him by the collar. "Here, Tommy, catch +hold of him t'other side before he can holla."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span></p> +<h4>AN EPISODE.</h4> + +<p>The youth was seized, and dragged struggling out of +the quadrangle into the School-house hall. He was one +of the miserable little pretty, white-handed, curly-headed +boys, petted and pampered by some of the big fellows, +who wrote their verses for them, taught them to drink, +and use bad language, and did all they could to spoil them +for everything in this world and the next. One of the +avocations in which these young gentlemen took particular +delight was in going about and getting fags for their protectors, +when those heroes were playing any game. They +carried about pencil and paper with them, putting down +the names of all the boys they sent, always sending five +times as many as were wanted, and getting all those +thrashed who didn't go. The present youth belonged to +a house which was very jealous of the School-house, and +always picked out School-house fags when he could find +them. However, this time he'd got the wrong pig by the +ear. His captors slammed the great door of the hall, and +East put his back against it, while Tom gave the prisoner +a shake-up, took away his list, and stood him up on the +floor, while he proceeded leisurely to examine that document.</p> + +<p>"Let me out! let me go!" screamed the boy in a furious +passion. "I'll go and tell Jones this minute, and he'll +give you both the biggest thrashing you ever had."</p> + +<p>"Pretty little dear," said East, patting the top of his +hat; "listen to him, Tom. Nicely brought-up young +man, isn't he, though?"</p> + +<p>"Let me alone——you," roared the boy, foaming with +rage, and kicking at East, who quietly tripped him up, +and deposited him on the floor in a place of safety.</p> + +<p>"Gently, young fellow," said he, "'tisn't improving +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span> +for little whippersnappers like you to be indulging in +such language; so you stop that, or you'll get something +you won't like."</p> + +<p>"I'll have you both licked when I get out, that I will," +rejoined the boy, beginning to snivel.</p> + +<p>"Two can play at that game, mind you," said Tom, +who had finished his examination of the list. "Now you +just listen here. We've just come across the fives'-court, +and Jones has four fags there already, two more than he +wants. If he'd wanted us to change, he'd have stopped +us himself. And here, you little blackguard, you've got +seven names down on your list besides ours, and five of +them School-house." Tom walked up to him and jerked +him on to his legs; he was by this time whining like a +whipped puppy.</p> + +<p>"Now just listen to me. We aren't going to fag for +Jones. If you tell him you've sent us, we'll each of us +give you such a thrashing as you'll remember." And Tom +tore up the list and threw the pieces into the fire.</p> + +<p>"And mind you, too," said East, "don't let me catch +you again sneaking about the School-house, and picking +up our fags. You haven't got the sort of hide to take a +sound licking kindly;" and he opened the door and sent +the young gentleman flying into the quadrangle, with a +parting kick.</p> + +<p>"Nice boy, Tommy," said East, shoving his hands into +his pockets and strolling to the fire.</p> + +<p>"Worst sort we breed," responded Tom, following his +example. "Thank goodness no big fellow ever took to +petting me."</p> + +<p>"You'd never have been like that," said East. "I +should like to have put him in a museum: Christian young +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span> +gentleman, nineteenth century, highly educated. Stir +him up with a long pole, Jack, and hear him swear like a +drunken sailor! He'd make a respectable public open its +eyes, I think."</p> + +<p>"Think he'll tell Jones?" said Tom.</p> + +<p>"No," said East. "Don't care if he does."</p> + +<p>"Nor I," said Tom; and they went back to talk about +Arthur.</p> + +<p>The young gentleman had brains enough not to tell +Jones, reasoning that East and Brown, who were noted as +some of the toughest fags in the school, wouldn't care +three straws for any licking Jones might give them, and +would be likely to keep their words as to passing it on +with interest.</p> + +<h4>LESSON NO. 2.</h4> + +<p>After the above conversation, East came a good deal to +their study, and took notice of Arthur; and soon allowed +to Tom that he was a thorough little gentleman, and +would get over his shyness all in good time; which much +comforted our hero. He felt every day, too, the value of +having an object in his life, something that drew him out +of himself; and, it being the dull time of the year, and no +games going about which he much cared, was happier +than he had ever yet been at school, which was saying +a great deal.</p> + +<p>The time which Tom allowed himself away from his +charge was from locking-up till supper-time. During this +hour or hour and a half he used to take his fling, going +round to the studies of all his acquaintance, sparring or +gossiping in the hall, now jumping the old iron-bound +tables, or carving a bit of his name on them, then joining +in some chorus of merry voices; in fact, blowing off his +steam, as we should now call it.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span></p> +<p>This process was so congenial<a name="FNanchor_4_509" id="FNanchor_4_509"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_509" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> to his temper, and Arthur +showed himself so pleased at the arrangement, that it was +several weeks before Tom was ever in their study before +supper. One evening, however, he rushed in to look for +an old chisel, or some corks, or other article essential to +his pursuit for the time being, and, while rummaging about +in the cupboards, looked up for a moment, and was caught +at once by the figure of poor little Arthur. The boy was +sitting with his elbows on the table, and his head leaning +on his hands, and before him an open book, on which his +tears were falling fast. Tom shut the door at once, and +sat down on the sofa by Arthur, putting his arm round +his neck.</p> + +<p>"Why, young un! what's the matter?" said he, kindly. +"You aren't unhappy, are you?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, Brown," said the little boy, looking up with +great tears in his eyes; "you are so kind to me, I'm very +happy."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you call me Tom? lots of boys do that I +don't like half so much as I do you. What are you reading, +then? Hang it, you must come about with me, and +not mope yourself," and Tom cast down his eyes on the +book, and saw it was the Bible. He was silent for a +minute, and thought to himself, "Lesson Number 2, Tom +Brown;" and said, gently:—</p> + +<p>"I'm very glad to see this, Arthur, and ashamed that +I don't read the Bible more myself. Do you read it every +night before supper, while I'm out?"</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"Well, I wish you'd wait till afterward, and then we'd +read together. But, Arthur, why does it make you cry?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span></p> +<p>"Oh, it isn't that I'm unhappy. But at home, while my +father was alive, we always read the lessons<a name="FNanchor_5_510" id="FNanchor_5_510"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_510" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> after tea; and +I love to read them over now, and try to remember what +he said about them. I can't remember all, and I think I +scarcely understand a great deal of what I do remember. +But it all comes back to me so fresh that I can't help crying +sometimes to think that I shall never read them again +with him."</p> + +<h4>ARTHUR'S HOME.</h4> + +<p>Arthur had never spoken of his home before, and Tom +hadn't encouraged him to do so, as his blundering schoolboy +reasoning made him think that Arthur would be +softened and less manly for thinking of home. But now +he was fairly interested, and forgot all about chisels and +bottled beer; while with very little encouragement Arthur +launched into his home history, and the prayer-bell put +them both out sadly when it rang to call them to the hall.</p> + +<p>From this time Arthur constantly spoke of his home, +and, above all, of his father, who had been dead about a +year, and whose memory Tom soon got to love and reverence +almost as much as his own son did.</p> + +<p>Arthur's father had been the clergyman of a parish in +the Midland Counties,<a name="FNanchor_6_511" id="FNanchor_6_511"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_511" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> which had risen into a large town +during the war,<a name="FNanchor_7_512" id="FNanchor_7_512"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_512" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> and upon which the hard years which +followed had fallen with fearful weight. The trade had +been half ruined; and then came the old sad story of masters +reducing their establishments, men turned off, and +wandering about, hungry and wan in body, and fierce in +soul, from the thought of wives and children starving at +home, and the last sticks of furniture going to the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span> +pawnshop: children taken from school, and lounging about the +dirty streets and courts,<a name="FNanchor_8_513" id="FNanchor_8_513"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_513" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> too listless almost to play, and +squalid in rags and misery. And then the fearful struggle +between the employers and men; lowerings of wages, +strikes, and the long course of oft-repeated crime, ending +every now and then with a riot, a fire, and the county +yeomanry.<a name="FNanchor_9_514" id="FNanchor_9_514"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_514" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> There is no need here to dwell upon such +tales; the Englishman into whose soul they have not sunk +deep is not worthy the name; you English boys for whom +this book is meant (God bless your bright faces and kind +hearts!) will learn it all soon enough.</p> + +<p>Into such a parish and state of society Arthur's father +had been thrown at the age of twenty-five, a young +married parson, full of faith, hope and love. He had +battled with it like a man, and had lots of fine Utopian<a name="FNanchor_10_515" id="FNanchor_10_515"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_515" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> +ideas about the perfectibility of mankind, glorious humanity +and such-like knocked out of his head: and a real +wholesome Christian love for the poor, struggling, sinning +men, of whom he felt himself one, and with and for whom +he spent fortune, and strength and life, driven into his +heart. He had battled like a man, and gotten a man's +reward. No silver teapots or salvers,<a name="FNanchor_11_516" id="FNanchor_11_516"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_516" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> with flowery inscriptions, +setting forth his virtues and the appreciation of +a genteel parish; no fat living or stall,<a name="FNanchor_12_517" id="FNanchor_12_517"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_517" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> for which he never +looked, and didn't care; no sighs and praises of comfortable +dowagers<a name="FNanchor_13_518" id="FNanchor_13_518"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_518" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> and well got-up young women who +worked him slippers, sugared his tea, and adored him as +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span> +"a devoted man"; but a manly respect, wrung from the +unwilling souls of men who fancied his order their natural +enemies; the fear and hatred of every one who was false +or unjust in the district, were he master or man; and the +blessed sight of women and children daily becoming more +human and more homely,<a name="FNanchor_14_519" id="FNanchor_14_519"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_519" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> a comfort to themselves and to +their husbands and fathers.</p> + +<p>These things of course took time, and had to be fought +for with toil and sweat of brain and heart, and with the +life-blood poured out. All that, Arthur<a name="FNanchor_15_520" id="FNanchor_15_520"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_520" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> had laid his account +to give, and took as a matter of course; neither +pitying himself, nor looking on himself as a martyr, when +he felt the wear and tear making him feel old before his +time, and the stifling air of fever-dens telling on his +health. His wife seconded him in everything. She had +been rather fond of society, and much admired and run +after before her marriage; and the London world to which +she had belonged pitied poor Fanny Evelyn when she +married the young clergyman, and went to settle in that +smoky hole, Turley, a very nest of Chartism<a name="FNanchor_16_521" id="FNanchor_16_521"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_521" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> and Atheism, +in a part of the country which all the decent families had +had to leave for years. However, somehow or other she +didn't seem to care. If her husband's living<a name="FNanchor_17_522" id="FNanchor_17_522"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_522" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> had been +amongst green fields and near pleasant neighbors, she +would have liked it better,—that she never pretended to +deny. But there they were; the air wasn't bad, after all; +the people were very good sort of people,—civil to you if +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span> +you were civil to them, after the first brush; and they +didn't expect to work miracles, and convert them all off-hand +into model Christians. So he and she went quietly +among the folk, talking to and treating them just as they +would have done people of their own rank. They didn't +feel that they were doing anything out of the common +way, and so were perfectly natural and had none of that +condescension or consciousness of manner which so out-rages +the independent poor. And thus they gradually +won respect and confidence; and after sixteen years he +was looked up to by the whole neighborhood as <i>the</i> just +man, <i>the</i> man to whom masters and men could go in +their strikes, and in all their quarrels and difficulties, +and by whom the right and true word would be said +without fear or favor. And the women had come round +to take her advice, and go to her as a friend in all their +troubles, while all the children worshipped the ground she +trod on.</p> + +<p>They had three children, two daughters and a son, little +Arthur, who came between his sisters. He had been a +very delicate boy from his childhood; they thought he +had a tendency to consumption, and so he had been kept +at home and taught by his father, who had made a companion +of him, and from whom he had gained good scholarship, +and a knowledge of, and an interest in, many subjects +which boys in general never come across till they are +many years older.</p> + +<p>Just as he reached his thirteenth year, and his father +had settled that he was strong enough to go to school; +and, after much debating with himself, had resolved to +send him there, a desperate fever broke out in the town; +most of the other clergy, and almost all the doctors, ran +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> +away; the work fell with tenfold weight on those who +stood to their work. Arthur and his wife both caught the +fever, of which he died in a few days, and she recovered, +having been able to nurse him to the end, and store up his +last words. He was sensible to the last, and calm and +happy, leaving his wife and children with fearless trust +for a few years in the hands of the Lord and Friend who +had lived and died for him, and for whom he, to the best +of his power, had lived and died. His widow's mourning +was deep and gentle; she was more affected by the request +of the Committee of a Free-thinking club, established in +the town by some of the factory hands (which he had striven +against with might and main, and nearly suppressed), that +some of their number might be allowed to help bear the +coffin, than by anything else. Two of them were chosen, +who with six laboring men, his own fellow-workmen and +friends, bore him to his grave,—a man who had fought the +Lord's fight even unto the death. The shops were closed +and the factories shut that day in the parish, yet no master +stopped the day's wages; but for many a year afterward +the towns-folk felt the want of that brave, hopeful, loving +parson, and his wife, who had lived to teach them mutual +forbearance and helpfulness, and had <i>almost</i> at last given +them a glimpse of what this old world would be, if people +would live for God and each other, instead of for themselves.</p> + +<p>What has all this to do with our story? Well, my dear +boys, let a fellow go on in his own way, or you won't get +anything out of him worth having. I must show you what +sort of a man it was who had brought up little Arthur, or +else you won't believe in him, which I am resolved you +shall do; and you won't see how he, the timid, weak boy, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span> +had points in him from which the bravest and strongest +recoiled, and made his presence and example felt from the +first on all sides, unconsciously to himself, and without the +least attempt at proselytizing.<a name="FNanchor_18_523" id="FNanchor_18_523"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_523" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> The spirit of his father +was in him, and the Friend to which his father had left +him did not neglect the trust.</p> + +<h4>RESULTS OF LESSON NO. 2.</h4> + +<p>After supper that night, and almost nightly for years +afterwards, Tom and Arthur, and by degrees East occasionally, +and sometimes one, sometimes another of their +friends, read a chapter of the Bible together, and talked it +over afterwards. Tom was at first utterly astonished, and +almost shocked, at the sort of way in which Arthur read +the book, and talked about the men and women whose +lives were there told. The first night they happened to +fall on the chapters about the famine in Egypt,<a name="FNanchor_19_524" id="FNanchor_19_524"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_524" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> and +Arthur began talking about Joseph<a name="FNanchor_20_525" id="FNanchor_20_525"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_525" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> as if he were a living +statesman; just as he might have talked about Lord Grey +and the Reform Bill;<a name="FNanchor_21_526" id="FNanchor_21_526"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_526" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> only that they were much more +living realities to him. The book was to him, Tom saw, +the most vivid and delightful history of real people, who +might do right or wrong, just like any one who was +walking about in Rugby,—the Doctor, or the masters, or +the sixth-form boys. But the astonishment soon passed +off, the scales seemed to drop from his eyes, and the book +became at once and forever to him the great human and +divine book, and the men and women, whom he had +looked upon as something quite different from himself, +became his friends and counsellors.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></p> +<h4>TOM IS STIFF-NECKED.</h4> + +<p>For our purposes, however, the history of one night's +reading will be sufficient, which must be told here, now +we are on the subject, though it didn't happen till a year +afterwards, and long after the events recorded in the next +chapter of our story.</p> + +<p>Arthur, Tom, and East were together one night, and +read the story of Naaman coming to Elisha to be cured of +his leprosy.<a name="FNanchor_22_527" id="FNanchor_22_527"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_527" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> When the chapter was finished, Tom shut +his Bible with a slap.</p> + +<p>"I can't stand that fellow Naaman," said he, "after +what he'd seen and felt, going back and bowing himself +down in the house of Rimmon, because his effeminate +scoundrel of a master did it. I wonder Elisha took the +trouble to heal him. How he must have despised him!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, there you go off as usual; with a shell on your +head," struck in East, who always took the opposite side +to Tom; half from love of argument, half from conviction. +"How do you know he didn't think better of it? +how do you know his master was a scoundrel? His letter +doesn't look like it, and the book doesn't say so."</p> + +<p>"I don't care," rejoined Tom; "why did Naaman talk +about bowing down, then, if he didn't mean to do it? He +wasn't likely to get more in earnest when he got back to +court and away from the prophet."</p> + +<p>"Well, but Tom," said Arthur, "look what Elisha says +to him: 'Go in peace.' He wouldn't have said that if +Naaman had been in the wrong."</p> + +<p>"I don't see that that means more than saying: 'You're +not the man I took you for.'"</p> + +<p>"No, no, that won't do at all," said East; "read the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span> +words fairly, and take men as you find them. I like +Naaman, and think he was a very fine fellow."</p> + +<p>"I don't," said Tom, positively.</p> + +<p>"Well I think East is right," said Arthur; "I can't +see but what it's right to do the best you can, though it +mayn't be the best absolutely. Every man isn't born to +be a martyr."</p> + +<p>"Of course, of course," said East; "but he's on one of +his pet hobbies. How often have I told you, Tom, that +you must drive a nail where it'll go."</p> + +<p>"And how often have I told you," rejoined Tom, "that +it'll always go where you want, if you only stick to it and +hit hard enough. I hate half measures and compromises."</p> + +<p>"Yes, he's a whole hog man, is Tom. Must have the +whole animal, hair and teeth, claws and tail," laughed +East. "Sooner have no bread, any day, than half the +loaf."</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Arthur; "it's rather puzzling; +but aren't most right things got by proper compromises? +I mean where the principle isn't given up."</p> + +<h4>THE BROWN COMPROMISE.</h4> + +<p>"That's just the point," said Tom; "I don't object to +a compromise where you don't give up your principle."</p> + +<p>"Not you," said East, laughingly. "I know him of +old, Arthur, and you'll find him out some day. There +isn't such a reasonable fellow in the world, to hear him +talk. He never wants anything but what's right and fair; +only when you come to settle what's right and fair, it's +everything that he wants, and nothing that you want. +And that's his idea of a compromise. Give me the Brown +compromise when I'm on his side."</p> + +<p>"Now, Harry," said Tom, "no more chaff—I'm serious. +Look here—this is what makes my blood tingle;" +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span> +and he turned over the pages of his Bible and read: +"Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego answered and said +to the king, O Nebuchadnezzar,<a name="FNanchor_23_528" id="FNanchor_23_528"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_528" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> we are not careful to +answer thee in this matter. If it <i>be</i> so, our God whom we +serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, +and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. But <i>if +not</i>, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will <i>not</i> serve +thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast +set up." He read the last verse twice, emphasizing the +<i>nots</i>, and dwelling on them as if they gave him actual +pleasure, and were hard to part with.</p> + +<p>They were silent a minute, and then Arthur said: "Yes, +that's a glorious story, but it doesn't prove your point, +Tom, I think. There are times when there is only one +way, and that the highest; and then the men are found to +stand in the breach."</p> + +<p>"There's always a highest way, and it's always the +right one," said Tom. "How many times has the Doctor +told us that in his sermons in the last year, I should like +to know?"</p> + +<p>"Well, you aren't going to convince us, is he, Arthur? +No Brown compromise to-night," said East, looking at +his watch. "But it's past eight, and we must go to first +lesson. What a bore!"</p> + +<p>So they took down their books and fell to work; but +Arthur didn't forget, and thought long and often over +the conversation.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_506" id="Footnote_1_506"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_506"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Pap-bottle</b>: a nursing-bottle.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_507" id="Footnote_2_507"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_507"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Wash</b>: stand; hold its colors.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_508" id="Footnote_3_508"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_508"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>In a blue funk</b>: horribly frightened.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_509" id="Footnote_4_509"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_509"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Congenial</b>: agreeable.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_510" id="Footnote_5_510"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_510"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Lessons</b>: here, portions of Scripture.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_511" id="Footnote_6_511"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_511"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Midland Counties</b>: the central counties.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_512" id="Footnote_7_512"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_512"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>The war</b>: probably the war against Napoleon.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_513" id="Footnote_8_513"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_513"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Courts</b>: places; short streets closed at one end.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_514" id="Footnote_9_514"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_514"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>County yeomanry</b>: that is, with the calling out of the militia of the +county to quell the riots.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_515" id="Footnote_10_515"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_515"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Utopian</b>: fanciful.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_516" id="Footnote_11_516"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_516"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Salver</b>: a tray.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_517" id="Footnote_12_517"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_517"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Fat living or stall</b>: a high-salaried parish; stall: an office in the church.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_518" id="Footnote_13_518"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_518"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Dowager</b>: the widow of a person of wealth and rank.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_519" id="Footnote_14_519"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_519"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Homely</b>: fond of home; domestic.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_520" id="Footnote_15_520"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_520"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Arthur</b>: here, young Arthur's father.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_521" id="Footnote_16_521"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_521"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Chartism</b>: the principles of a political party which demanded universal +suffrage and other radical reforms. The chartists were regarded +much as the anarchists are now.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_522" id="Footnote_17_522"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_522"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Living</b>: parish.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_523" id="Footnote_18_523"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_523"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Proselytizing</b>: converting to one's particular opinions.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_524" id="Footnote_19_524"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_524"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> See Genesis xli.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_525" id="Footnote_20_525"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_525"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> See Genesis xxxvii.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_526" id="Footnote_21_526"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_526"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Lord Grey</b>: he introduced a famous bill for parliamentary reform +which was passed in 1832.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_527" id="Footnote_22_527"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_527"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> See 2 Kings, Chapter V.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_528" id="Footnote_23_528"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_528"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> See Daniel iii.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<h3>ARTHUR MAKES A FRIEND.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"Let Nature be your teacher:<br /> +Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;<br /> +Our meddling intellect<br /> +Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things<br /> +We murder to dissect—<br /> +Enough of Science and of Art;<br /> +Close up those barren leaves;<br /> +Come forth, and bring with you a heart<br /> +That watches and receives."—<i>Wordsworth.</i><br /> +</p></div> +</div> + +<h4>TROUBLES OF A BOY-PHILOSOPHER.</h4> + +<p>About six weeks after the beginning of the half, as +Tom and Arthur were sitting one night before +supper beginning their verses, Arthur suddenly stopped, +and looked up, and said: "Tom, do you know anything +of Martin?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Tom, taking his hand out of his back hair, +and delighted to throw his Gradus ad Parnassum<a name="FNanchor_1_529" id="FNanchor_1_529"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_529" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> on to +the sofa; "I know him pretty well. He's a very good +fellow, but as mad as a hatter. He's called Madman, you +know. And never was such a fellow for getting all sorts +of rum<a name="FNanchor_2_530" id="FNanchor_2_530"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_530" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> things about him. He tamed two snakes last half, +and used to carry them about in his pocket, and I'll be +bound he's got some hedge-hogs and rats in his cupboard +now, and no one knows what besides."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span></p> +<p>"I should like very much to know him," said Arthur; +"he was next to me in the form to-day, and he'd lost his +book and looked over mine, and he seemed so kind and +gentle that I liked him very much."</p> + +<p>"Ah, poor old Madman, he's always losing his books," +said Tom, "and getting called up and floored because he +hasn't got them."</p> + +<p>"I like him all the better," said Arthur.</p> + +<p>"Well, he's great fun, I can tell you," said Tom, throwing +himself back on the sofa, and chuckling at the remembrance. +"We had such a game with him one day +last half. He had been trying chemical experiments and +kicking up horrid stenches for some time in his study, till +I suppose some fellow told Mary, and she told the Doctor. +Anyhow, one day, a little before dinner, when he came +down from the library, the Doctor, instead of going home, +came striding into the Hall. East and I and five or six +other fellows were at the fire, and preciously we stared, +for he doesn't come in like that once a year, unless it is a +wet day and there's a fight in the Hall. 'East,' says he, +'just come and show me Martin's study.' 'Oh, here's a +game,' whispered the rest of us, and we all cut up-stairs +after the Doctor, East leading. As we got into the New +Row, which was hardly wide enough to hold the Doctor +and his gown, click, click, click, we heard in the old Madman's +den. Then that stopped all of a sudden, and the +bolts went to like fun; the Madman knew East's step, +and thought there was going to be a siege.</p> + +<p>"'It's the Doctor, Martin. He's here, and wants to see +you,' sings out East.</p> + +<p>"Then the bolts went back slowly, and the door +opened, and there was the old Madman standing, looking +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> +precious scared; his jacket off, his shirt-sleeves up to his +elbows, and his long skinny arms all covered with anchors, +and arrows, and letters, tattooed in with gunpowder like a +sailor-boy's, and a stench fit to knock you down coming +out. 'Twas all the Doctor could do to stand his ground, +and East and I, who were looking in under his arms, held +our noses tight. The old magpie was standing on the +window-sill, all his feathers drooping, and looking disgusted +and half-poisoned.</p> + +<p>"'What can you be about, Martin?' says the Doctor; +'you really musn't go on in this way—you're a nuisance +to the whole passage.'</p> + +<p>"'Please, sir, I was only mixing up this powder; there +isn't any harm in it;' and the Madman seized nervously +on his pestle and mortar, to show the Doctor the harmlessness +of his pursuits, and went on pounding; click, +click, click. He hadn't given six clicks before, puff! up +went the whole into a great blaze, away went the pestle +and mortar across the study, and back we tumbled into +the passage. The magpie<a name="FNanchor_3_531" id="FNanchor_3_531"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_531" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> fluttered down into the court, +swearing, and the Madman danced out, howling, with his +fingers in his mouth. The Doctor caught hold of him, +and called to us to fetch some water. 'There, you silly +fellow,' said he, quite pleased, though, to find he wasn't +much hurt, 'you see you don't know the least what you +are doing with all these things; and now, mind, you must +give up practising chemistry by yourself.' Then he took +hold of his arm and looked at it, and I saw he had to bite +his lip, and his eyes twinkled; but he said, quite gravely, +'Here, you see, you've been making all these foolish +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span> +marks on yourself, which you can never get out, and +you'll be very sorry for it in a year or two. Now come +down into the housekeeper's room, and let us see if you +are hurt.' And away went the two, and we all stayed +and had a regular turn-out of the den, till Martin came +back with his hand bandaged and turned us out. However, +I'll go and see what he's after, and tell him to +come in after prayers to supper." And away went Tom +to find the boy in question, who dwelt in a little study by +himself in New Row.</p> + +<p>The aforesaid Martin whom Arthur had taken such a +fancy for was one of those unfortunates who were at that +time of day (and are, I fear, still) quite out of their +places at a public school. If we knew how to use our +boys, Martin would have been seized upon and educated +as a natural philosopher. He had a passion for birds, +beasts, and insects, and knew more of them and their +habits than any one in Rugby, except perhaps the Doctor, +who knew everything. He was also an experimental +chemist on a small scale, and had made unto himself an +electric machine, from which it was his greatest pleasure +and glory to administer small shocks to any small boys +who were rash enough to venture into his study. And +this was by no means an adventure free from excitement; +for, besides the probability of a snake dropping on to +your head, or twining lovingly up your leg, or a rat +getting into your breeches' pocket in search of food, +there was the animal and chemical odor to be faced, +which always hung about the den, and the chance of +being blown up in some of the many experiments which +Martin was always trying, with the most wonderful results +in the shape of explosions and smells that mortal +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span> +boy ever heard of. Of course, poor Martin, in consequence +of his pursuits, had become an Ishmaelite in the +house. In the first place, he half poisoned all his neighbors, +and they in turn were always on the look-out to +pounce upon any of his numerous live stock and drive +him frantic by enticing his pet old magpie out of his +window into a neighboring study, and making the disreputable +old bird drunk on toast soaked in beer and sugar. +Then Martin, for his sins, inhabited a study looking into a +small court some ten feet across, the window of which +was completely commanded by those of the studies opposite +in the sick-room row, these latter being at a slightly +higher elevation. East and another boy of an equally +tormenting and ingenious turn of mind, now lived exactly +opposite, and had expended huge pains and time in the +preparation of instruments of annoyance for the behoof +of Martin and his live colony. One morning an old +basket made its appearance, suspended by a short cord, +outside Martin's window, in which were deposited an +amateur nest<a name="FNanchor_4_532" id="FNanchor_4_532"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_532" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> containing four young, hungry jackdaws, +the pride and glory of Martin's life for the time being, +and which he was currently asserted to have hatched +upon his own person. Early in the morning and late at +night he was to be seen half out of window, administering +to the varied wants of his callow<a name="FNanchor_5_533" id="FNanchor_5_533"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_533" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> brood. After deep +cogitation,<a name="FNanchor_6_534" id="FNanchor_6_534"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_534" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> East and his chum had spliced a knife on to +the end of a fishing rod; and having watched Martin out, +had, after half an hour's severe sawing, cut the string by +which the basket was suspended, and tumbled it on to +the pavement below, with hideous remonstrance from the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span> +occupants. Poor Martin, returning from his short absence, +collected the fragments and replaced his brood +(except one whose neck had been broken in the descent) +in their old location, suspending them this time by string +and wire twisted together, defiant of any sharp instrument +which his persecutors could command. But, like +the Russian engineers at Sebastopol,<a name="FNanchor_7_535" id="FNanchor_7_535"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_535" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> East and his chum +had an answer for every move of the adversary; and +the next day had mounted a gun in the shape of a pea-shooter +upon the ledge of their window, trained so as to +bear exactly upon the spot which Martin had to occupy +while tending his nurslings. The moment he began to +feed, they began to shoot; in vain did the enemy himself +invest in a pea-shooter, and endeavor to answer the fire +while he fed the young birds with his other hand; his +attention was divided, and his shots flew wild, while every +one of theirs told on his face and hands, and drove him +into howlings and imprecations. He had been driven to ensconce<a name="FNanchor_8_536" id="FNanchor_8_536"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_536" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> +the nest in a corner of his already too well-filled den.</p> + +<h4>THE PHILOSOPHER'S DEN.</h4> + +<p>The door was barricaded by a set of ingenious bolts of +his own invention, for the sieges were frequent by the +neighbors when any unusually ambrosial<a name="FNanchor_9_537" id="FNanchor_9_537"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_537" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> odor spread itself +from the den to the neighboring studies. The door-panels +were in a normal<a name="FNanchor_10_538" id="FNanchor_10_538"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_538" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> state of smash, but the frame of the +door resisted all besiegers, and behind it the owner +carried on his varied pursuits; much in the same state of +mind, I should fancy, as a border-farmer<a name="FNanchor_11_539" id="FNanchor_11_539"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_539" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> lived in, in the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span> +days of the old moss-troopers,<a name="FNanchor_12_540" id="FNanchor_12_540"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_540" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> when his hold might be +summoned or his cattle carried off at any minute of night +or day.</p> + +<p>"Open, Martin, old boy—it's only I, Tom Brown."</p> + +<p>"Oh, very well, stop a moment." One bolt went back. +"You're sure East isn't there?"</p> + +<p>"No, no, hang it, open." Tom gave a kick, the other +bolt creaked, and he entered the den.</p> + +<p>Den indeed it was, about five feet six inches long by +five wide, and seven feet high. About six tattered schoolbooks, +and a few chemical books, taxidermy,<a name="FNanchor_13_541" id="FNanchor_13_541"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_541" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> Stanley on +Birds, and an odd volume of Bewick,<a name="FNanchor_14_542" id="FNanchor_14_542"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_542" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> the latter in much +better preservation, occupied the top shelves. The other +shelves, where they had not been cut away and used by +the owner for other purposes, were fitted up for the +abiding-places of birds, beasts and reptiles. There was +no attempt at carpet or curtain. The table was entirely +occupied by the great work of Martin, the electric machine, +which was covered carefully with the remains of +his table-cloths. The jackdaw cage occupied one wall, +and the other was adorned by a small hatchet, a pair of +climbing-irons, and his tin candle-box, in which he was +for the time being endeavoring to raise a hopeful young +family of field-mice. As nothing should be let to lie useless, +it was well that the candle-box was thus occupied, +for candles Martin never had. A pound was issued to +him weekly as to the other boys, but as candles were +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span> +available capital, and easily exchangeable for birds' eggs +or young birds, Martin's pound invariably found its way +in a few hours to Howlett, the bird-fancier's,<a name="FNanchor_15_543" id="FNanchor_15_543"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_543" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> in the Bilton +road, who could give a hawk's or nightingale's egg or +young linnet in exchange. Martin's ingenuity was therefore +forever on the rack to supply himself with a light; +just now he had hit upon a grand invention, and the den +was lighted by a flaring cotton-wick issuing from a ginger-beer +bottle full of some doleful composition. When +light altogether failed him, Martin would loaf about by +the fires in the passages or Hall, after the manner of +Diggs, and try to do his verses or learn his lines by the +fire-light.</p> + +<h4>THE INVITATION.</h4> + +<p>"Well, old boy, you haven't got any sweeter in the den +this half. How that stuff in the bottle smells! Never +mind, I'm not going to stop, but you come up after +prayers to our study; you know young Arthur; we've +got Gray's study. We'll have a good supper and talk +about birds' nesting."</p> + +<p>Martin was evidently highly pleased at the invitation, +and promised to be up without fail.</p> + +<p>As soon as prayers were over, and the sixth and fifth +form boys had withdrawn to the aristocratic seclusion of +their own rooms, and the rest, or democracy, had sat down +to their supper in the Hall, Tom and Arthur, having +secured their allowances of bread and cheese, started on +their feet to catch the eye of the præpostor of the week, +who remained in charge during supper, walking up and +down the Hall. He happened to be an easy-going fellow, +so they got a pleasant nod to their "Please may I go out?" +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span> +and away they scrambled to prepare for Martin a sumptuous +banquet. This, Tom had insisted on, for he was in +great delight on the occasion; the reason of which delight +must be expounded. The fact was that this was the first +attempt at a friendship of his own which Arthur had +made, and Tom hailed it as a grand step. The ease with +which he himself became hail-fellow-well-met with anybody, +and blundered into and out of twenty friendships +a half-year, made him sometimes sorry and sometimes +angry at Arthur's reserve and loneliness. True, Arthur +was always pleasant, and even jolly, with any boys who +came with Tom to their study; but Tom felt that it was +only through him, as it were, that his chum associated +with others, and that but for him Arthur would have +been dwelling in a wilderness. This increased his consciousness +of responsibility; and though he hadn't reasoned +it out and made it clear to himself, yet somehow he knew +that this responsibility, this trust which he had taken on +him without thinking about it, head-over-heels in fact, +was the centre and turning-point of his school-life, that +which was to make him or mar him; his appointed work +and trial for the time being. And Tom was becoming a +new boy, though with frequent tumbles in the dirt and +perpetual hard battle with himself, and was daily growing +in manfulness and thoughtfulness, as every high-couraged +and well-principled boy must, when he finds himself for +the first time consciously at grips with self and the devil. +Already he could turn almost without a sigh from the +School-gates, from which had just scampered off East +and three or four others of his own particular set, bound +for some jolly lark not quite according to law, and involving +probably a row with louts, keepers, or +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span> +farm-laborers, the skipping dinner or calling-over, over some of +Phoebe Jennings' beer and a very possible flogging at the +end of all as a relish. He had quite got over the stage in +which he would grumble to himself; "Well, hang it, it's +very hard of the Doctor to have saddled me with Arthur. +Why couldn't he have chummed him with Fogey, or +Tompkin, or any of the fellows who never do anything +but walk round the close, and finish their copies the first +day they're set?" But although all this was past, he +longed, and felt that he was right in longing, for more +time for the legitimate pastimes of cricket, fives, bathing +and fishing within bounds, in which Arthur could not yet +be his companion; and he felt that when the young un (as +he now generally called him) had found a pursuit and +some other friend for himself, he should be able to give +more time to the education of his own body with a clear +conscience.</p> + +<h4>TOM'S WORK.</h4> + +<p>And now what he so wished for had come to pass; he +almost hailed it as a special providence (as indeed it was, +but not for the reasons he gave for it—what providences +are?) that Arthur should have singled out Martin of all +fellows for a friend. "The old Madman is the very fellow," +thought he; "he will take him scrambling over half +the country after birds' eggs and flowers, make him run +and swim and climb like an Indian, and not teach him a +word of anything bad, or keep him from his lessons. What +luck!" And so, with more than his usual heartiness, +he dived into his cupboard and hauled out an old knucklebone +of ham, and two or three bottles of beer, together with +the solemn pewter<a name="FNanchor_16_544" id="FNanchor_16_544"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_544" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> only used on state occasions; while +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span> +Arthur, equally elated at the easy accomplishment of his +first act of volition<a name="FNanchor_17_545" id="FNanchor_17_545"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_545" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> in the joint establishment, produced +from his side a bottle of pickles and a pot of jam, and +cleared the table. In a minute or two the noise of the boys +coining up from supper was heard, and Martin knocked and +was admitted, bearing his bread and cheese, and the three +fell to with hearty good-will upon the viands, talking +faster than they ate, for all shyness disappeared in a +moment before Tom's bottled beer and hospitable ways. +"Here's Arthur a regular young town-mouse, with a natural +taste for the woods, Martin, longing to break his neck +climbing trees, and with a passion for young snakes."</p> + +<h4>THE SUPPER.</h4> + +<p>"Well, I say," spurted out Martin, eagerly, "will you +come to-morrow, both of you, to Caldecott's Spinney, then? +for I know of a kestrel's nest,<a name="FNanchor_18_546" id="FNanchor_18_546"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_546" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> up a fir-tree—I can't get +at it without help; and Brown, you can climb against +any one."</p> + +<p>"Oh, yes, do let us go," said Arthur; "I never saw a +hawk's nest, nor a hawk's egg."</p> + +<p>"You just come down to my study, then, and I'll show +you five sorts," said Martin.</p> + +<p>"Ay, the old Madman has got the best collection in the +house, out and out," said Tom; and then Martin, warming +with unaccustomed good cheer and the chance of a +convert, launched out into a proposed birds'-nesting campaign, +betraying all manner of important secrets; a golden-crested +wren's nest near Butlins's Mound, a moor-hen that +was sitting on nine eggs in a pond down the Barby road, +and a kingfisher's nest in a corner of the old canal above +Brownsover Mill. He had heard, he said, that no one +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span> +had ever got a kingfisher's nest out perfect, and that the +British Museum or the Government, or somebody had +offered £100 to any one who could bring them a nest and +eggs not damaged. In the middle of which astounding +announcement, to which the others were listening with +open ears, and already considering the application of the +£100, a knock came at the door, and East's voice was +heard craving admittance.</p> + +<p>"There's Harry," said Tom; "we'll let him in—I'll +keep him steady, Martin. I thought the old boy would +smell out the supper."</p> + +<p>The fact was that Tom's heart had already smitten him +for not asking his "fidus Achates"<a name="FNanchor_19_547" id="FNanchor_19_547"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_547" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> to the feast, although +only an extempore<a name="FNanchor_20_548" id="FNanchor_20_548"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_548" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> affair; and, though prudence and the +desire to get Martin and Arthur together alone at first had +overcome his scruples, he was now heartily glad to open the +door, broach another bottle of beer, and hand over the old +ham-knuckle to the searching of his friend's pocket-knife.</p> + +<p>"Ah, you greedy vagabonds!" said East, with his +mouth full, "I knew there was something going on when I +saw you cut off out of the Hall so quick with your suppers."</p> + +<p>"Well, old Madman, and how goes the birds'-nesting +campaign? How's Howlett? I expect the young rooks'll +be out in another fortnight, and then my turn comes."</p> + +<p>"There'll be no young rooks fit for pies for a month +yet; shows how much you know about it," rejoined Martin, +who, though very good friends with East, regarded +him with considerable suspicion for his propensity to +practical jokes.</p> + +<p>"Scud knows nothing and cares for nothing but grub +and mischief," said Tom; "but young rook-pie, specially +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span> +when you've had to climb for the rooks, is very pretty eating. +However, I say, Scud, we're all going after a hawk's +nest to-morrow, in Caldecott's Spinney; and if you'll come +and behave yourself, we'll have a stunning climb."</p> + +<p>"And a bathe in Aganippe.<a name="FNanchor_21_549" id="FNanchor_21_549"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_549" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> Hooray! I'm your man."</p> + +<p>"No; no bathing in Aganippe; that's where our betters go."</p> + +<p>"Well, well, never mind. I'm for the hawk's nest and +anything that turns up."</p> + +<p>And, his hunger appeased, East departed to his study; +"that sneak Jones," as he informed them, who had just +got into the sixth, and occupied the next study, having +instituted a nightly visitation upon East and his chum, to +their no small discomfort.</p> + +<p>When he was gone, Martin rose to follow, but Tom +stopped him. "No one goes near New Row," said he, "so +you may just as well stop here and do your verses, and +then we'll have some more talk. We'll be no end quiet; +besides, no præpostor comes here now—we havn't been +visited once this half."</p> + +<p>So the table was cleared, the cloth restored, and the +three fell to work with Gradus and dictionary upon the +morning's Vulgus.</p> + +<p>They were three very fair examples of the way in which +such tasks were done at Rugby, "in the consulship of Plancus."<a name="FNanchor_22_550" id="FNanchor_22_550"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_550" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> +And doubtless the method is little changed, for there +is nothing new under the sun, especially at schools.</p> + +<h4>VULGUSES.</h4> + +<p>Now be it known unto all you boys who are at schools +which do not rejoice in the time-honored institution of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span> +the Vulgus (commonly supposed to have been established +by William of Wykeham<a name="FNanchor_23_551" id="FNanchor_23_551"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_551" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> at Winchester, and imported to +Rugby by Arnold, more for the sake of the lines which +were learnt by heart with it, than for its own intrinsic<a name="FNanchor_24_552" id="FNanchor_24_552"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_552" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> +value, as I've always understood), that it is a short exercise, +in Greek or Latin verse, on a given subject, the +minimum<a name="FNanchor_25_553" id="FNanchor_25_553"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_553" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> number of lines being fixed for each form. +The master of the form gave out at fourth lesson on the +previous day the subject for next morning's Vulgus, and +at first lesson each boy had to bring his Vulgus ready to +be looked over; and with the Vulgus, a certain number of +lines from one of the Latin or Greek poets then being +construed in the form had to be got by heart. The master +at first lesson called up each boy in the form in order, and +put him on in the lines. If he couldn't say them, or +seem to say them, by reading them off the master's or +some other boy's book who stood near, he was sent back, +and went below all the boys who did so say or seem to +say them; but in either case his Vulgus was looked over +by the master, who gave and entered in his book, to the +credit or discredit of the boy, so many marks as the composition +merited. At Rugby, Vulgus and lines were the +first lesson every other day in the week, or Tuesdays, +Thursdays and Saturdays; and as there were thirty-eight +weeks in the school year, it is obvious to the meanest +capacity that the master of each form had to set one +hundred and fourteen subjects every year, two hundred +and twenty-eight every two years, and so on. Now to +persons of moderate invention this was a considerable +task, and human nature being prone to repeat itself, it +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span> +will not be wondered that the master gave the same subjects +sometimes over again after a certain lapse of time. +To meet and rebuke this bad habit of the masters, the +schoolboy mind, with its accustomed ingenuity, had invented +an elaborate<a name="FNanchor_26_554" id="FNanchor_26_554"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_554" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> system of tradition. Almost every +boy kept his own Vulgus, written out in a book, and +these books were duly handed down from boy to boy, till +(if the tradition has gone on till now) I suppose the popular +boys, in whose hands bequeathed Vulgus-books have +accumulated, are prepared with three or four Vulguses on +any subject in heaven or earth, or in "more worlds than +one," which an unfortunate master can pitch upon. At +any rate, such lucky fellows had generally one for themselves +and one for a friend in my time. The only objection +to the traditionary method of doing your Vulguses +was, the risk that the successions might have become confused, +and so that you and another follower of traditions +should show up the same identical Vulgus some fine +morning; in which case, when it happened, considerable +grief was the result—but when did such risk hinder boys +or men from short cuts and pleasant paths?</p> + +<h4>THE SCIENCE OF VERSE-MAKING.</h4> + +<p>Now in the study that night, Tom was the upholder of +the traditionary method of Vulgus doing. He carefully +produced two large Vulgus books, and began diving into +them, and picking out a line here, and an ending there +(tags, as they were vulgarly called), till he had gotten all +that he thought he could make fit. He then proceeded to +patch his tags together with the help of his Gradus, producing +an incongruous<a name="FNanchor_27_555" id="FNanchor_27_555"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_555" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> and feeble result of eight elegiac<a name="FNanchor_28_556" id="FNanchor_28_556"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_556" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span> +lines, the minimum quantity for his form, and finishing up +with two highly moral lines extra, making ten in all, which +he cribbed<a name="FNanchor_29_557" id="FNanchor_29_557"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_557" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> entire from one of his books, beginning, "O +genus humanum,"<a name="FNanchor_30_558" id="FNanchor_30_558"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_558" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> and which he himself must have used +a dozen times before, whenever an unfortunate or wicked +hero, of whatever nation or language under the sun, was +the subject. Indeed, he began to have great doubts +whether the master wouldn't remember them, and so +only threw them in as extra lines, because in any case +they would call off attention from the other tags, and if +detected, being extra lines, he wouldn't be sent back to +do two more in their place, while if they passed muster +again he would get marks for them.</p> + +<p>The second method pursued by Martin may be called +the dogged, or prosaic, method. He, no more than Tom, +took any pleasure in the task, but having no old Vulgus +books of his own, or any one's else, could not follow the +traditionary method, for which, too, as Tom remarked, he +hadn't the genius. Martin then proceeded to write down +eight lines in English, of the most matter-of-fact kind, the +first that came into his head; and to convert these, line by +line, by main force of Gradus and dictionary, into Latin +that would scan.<a name="FNanchor_31_559" id="FNanchor_31_559"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_559" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> This was all he cared for, to produce +eight lines with no false quantities<a name="FNanchor_32_560" id="FNanchor_32_560"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_560" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> or concords;<a name="FNanchor_33_561" id="FNanchor_33_561"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_561" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> whether +the words were apt, or what the sense was, mattered nothing; +and, as the article was all new, not a line beyond the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span> +minimum did the followers of the dogged method ever +produce.</p> + +<p>The third, or artistic method, was Arthur's. He considered +first what point in the character or event which +was the subject could most neatly be brought out within +the limits of a Vulgus; trying always to get his idea into +the eight lines, but not binding himself to ten or even +twelve lines if he couldn't do this. He then set to work, +as much as possible without Gradus or other help, to +clothe his idea in appropriate Latin or Greek, and would +not be satisfied till he had polished it well up with the +aptest and most poetic words and phrases he could get at.</p> + +<p>A fourth method indeed was used in the school, but of +too simple a kind to require comment. It may be called +the vicarious<a name="FNanchor_34_562" id="FNanchor_34_562"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_562" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> method, obtained amongst big boys of lazy +or bullying habits, and consisted simply in making clever +boys whom they could thrash do their whole Vulgus for +them, and construe it to them afterward; which latter is +a method not to be encouraged, and which I strongly +advise you all not to practise. Of the others, you will +find the traditionary most troublesome, unless you can +steal the Vulguses whole (<i>experto crede</i>),<a name="FNanchor_35_563" id="FNanchor_35_563"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_563" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> and that the +artistic method pays the best, both in marks and other +ways.</p> + +<h4>MARTIN'S DEN.</h4> + +<p>The Vulguses being finished by nine o'clock, and Martin +having rejoiced above measure in the abundance of light, +and of Gradus and dictionary, and other conveniences +almost unknown to him for getting through the work, and +having been pressed by Arthur to come and do his verses +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span> +there whenever he liked, the three boys went down to +Martin's den, and Arthur was initiated into the lore of +birds' eggs, to his great delight. The exquisite coloring +and forms astonished and charmed him who had scarcely +even seen any but a hen's egg or an ostrich's, and by the +time he was lugged away to bed he had learned the names +of at least twenty sorts, and dreamed of the glorious perils +of tree climbing, and that he had found a roc's<a name="FNanchor_36_564" id="FNanchor_36_564"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_564" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> egg in the +island as big as Sindbad's<a name="FNanchor_37_565" id="FNanchor_37_565"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_565" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> and clouded like a titlark's, in +blowing<a name="FNanchor_38_566" id="FNanchor_38_566"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_566" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> which, Martin and he had nearly been drowned +in the yolk.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_529" id="Footnote_1_529"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_529"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Gradus ad Parnassum</b>: a dictionary specially designed to aid pupils +in writing Greek and Latin verses.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_530" id="Footnote_2_530"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_530"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Rum</b>: queer.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_531" id="Footnote_3_531"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_531"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Magpie</b>: a bird which can be taught to speak like the parrot.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_532" id="Footnote_4_532"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_532"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Amateur nest</b>: here, a nest made by himself.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_533" id="Footnote_5_533"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_533"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Callow</b>: unfledged; without feathers.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_534" id="Footnote_6_534"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_534"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Cogitation</b>: thought.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_535" id="Footnote_7_535"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_535"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Sebastopol</b>: a fortified town in the Crimea; the scene of a siege in +the Crimean War.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_536" id="Footnote_8_536"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_536"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Ensconce</b>: to place in a protected place.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_537" id="Footnote_9_537"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_537"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Ambrosial</b>: here, delicious, in an ironical sense.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_538" id="Footnote_10_538"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_538"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Normal</b>: usual; regular.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_539" id="Footnote_11_539"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_539"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Border-farmer</b>: one who lived on the border between Scotland and +England.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_540" id="Footnote_12_540"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_540"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Moss-troopers</b>: so called from the mosses or bogs on the border; +plunderers who infested the border. They sometimes summoned the farmers +to open the doors of their "holds" (fortified houses), to them.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_541" id="Footnote_13_541"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_541"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Taxidermy</b>: the art of stuffing the skins of animals.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_542" id="Footnote_14_542"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_542"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Bewick</b>: an English artist distinguished for wood engraving. His +most famous work was a "History of British Birds."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_543" id="Footnote_15_543"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_543"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Bird-fancier</b>: one who keeps birds for sale.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_544" id="Footnote_16_544"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_544"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Pewter</b>: pewter mugs and plates.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_545" id="Footnote_17_545"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_545"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Volition</b>: will.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_546" id="Footnote_18_546"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_546"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Kestrel</b>: a bird of the hawk kind.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_547" id="Footnote_19_547"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_547"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Fidus Achates</b>: faithful friend.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_548" id="Footnote_20_548"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_548"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Extempore</b>: off-hand.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_549" id="Footnote_21_549"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_549"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Ag´a-nip´pe</b>: a famous Grecian fountain; here, the name is applied +to some stream or pool.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_550" id="Footnote_22_550"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_550"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>In the consulship of Plancus</b>: here, meaning in the time of Dr. +Arnold.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_551" id="Footnote_23_551"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_551"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>William of Wykeham</b>: the founder of Winchester College, the oldest +of the great public schools of England. Here Dr. Arnold fitted for Oxford.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_552" id="Footnote_24_552"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_552"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Intrinsic</b>: inward, real, true.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_553" id="Footnote_25_553"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_553"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>Minimum</b>: least.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_554" id="Footnote_26_554"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_554"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Elaborate</b>: prepared or thought out with great care.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_555" id="Footnote_27_555"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_555"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>Incongruous</b>: ill-fitting.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_556" id="Footnote_28_556"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_556"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>Elegiac</b>: a kind of verse generally used in expressing sorrow and +lamentation.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_557" id="Footnote_29_557"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_557"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <b>Cribbed</b>: stole, copied.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_558" id="Footnote_30_558"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_558"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> <b>O genus humanum</b>: O human race.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_559" id="Footnote_31_559"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_559"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> <b>Scan</b>: contain the right number of syllables with the accents in the +proper places.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_560" id="Footnote_32_560"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_560"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <b>False quantities</b>: long syllables placed where short ones should be +used or the reverse.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_561" id="Footnote_33_561"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_561"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <b>Concord</b>: the agreement of words in construction, as adjectives with +nouns in gender, number, and case.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_562" id="Footnote_34_562"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_562"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <b>Vicarious</b>: acting for another. Here it means, having it done for +em by another.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_563" id="Footnote_35_563"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_563"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <b>Experto crede</b>: believe one who has had experience.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_564" id="Footnote_36_564"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_564"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <b>Roc</b>: a monstrous, imaginary bird.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_565" id="Footnote_37_565"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_565"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <b>Sindbad</b>: a sailor in the "Arabian Nights' Tales," who had many +wonderful adventures.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_566" id="Footnote_38_566"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_566"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> <b>Blowing</b>: two small holes are made at opposite ends of an egg, and +the contents are then blown out by the breath.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<h3>THE BIRD-FANCIERS.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"I have found out a gift for my fair,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">I have found where the wood-pigeons breed:</span><br /> +But let me the plunder forbear,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">She would say 'twas a barbarous deed."—<i>Rowe.</i></span><br /> +</p></div> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"And now, my lad, take them five shilling,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And on my advice in future think;</span><br /> +So Billy pouched them all so willing,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And got that night disguised in drink."—<i>M S. Ballad.</i></span><br /> +</p></div> +</div> + +<h4>TOM PUT OUT.</h4> + +<p>The next morning at first lesson Tom was turned back +in his lines, and so had to wait till the second round, +while Martin and Arthur said theirs all right and got out +of school at once. When Tom got out and ran down to +breakfast at Harrowell's they were missing, and Stumps +informed him that they had swallowed down their breakfast +and gone off together,—where, he couldn't say. Tom +hurried over his own breakfast, and went first to Martin's +study and then to his own, but no signs of the missing +boys were to be found. He felt half angry and jealous of +Martin,—where could they be gone?</p> + +<p>He learnt second lesson with East and the rest in no +very good temper, and then went out into the quadrangle. +About ten minutes before school Martin and Arthur +arrived in the quadrangle breathless, and catching sight +of him, Arthur rushed up all excitement and with a bright +glow on his face.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span></p> +<p>"Oh, Tom, look here," cried he, holding out three moor-hen's +eggs; "we have been down the Barby road to the +pool Martin told us of last night, and just see what we've +got."</p> + +<p>Tom wouldn't be pleased, and only looked out for something +to find fault with.</p> + +<p>"Why, young un," said he, "what have you been after? +You don't mean to say you've been wading?"</p> + +<p>The tone of reproach made poor little Arthur shrink up +in a moment and look piteous, and Tom, with a shrug of +his shoulders, turned his anger on Martin.</p> + +<p>"Well, I didn't think, Madman, that you'd have been +such a muff as to let him be getting wet through at this +time of day. You might have done the wading yourself."</p> + +<p>"So I did, of course, only he would come in, too, to see +the nest. We left six eggs in; they'll be hatched in a day +or two."</p> + +<p>"Hang the eggs!" said Tom; "a fellow can't turn his +back for a moment, but all his work's undone. He'll be +laid up for a week for this precious lark, I'll be bound."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, Tom, now," pleaded Arthur, "my feet aren't +wet, for Martin made me take off my shoes, stockings and +trousers."</p> + +<p>"But they are wet and dirty, too—can't I see?" +answered Tom, "and you'll be called up and floored<a name="FNanchor_1_567" id="FNanchor_1_567"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_567" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> +when the master sees what a state you're in. You haven't +looked at second lesson, you know." Oh, Tom, you old +humbug! you to be upbraiding any one with not learning +his lessons. If you hadn't been floored yourself now at +first lesson, do you mean to say you wouldn't have been +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span> +with them? and you've taken away all poor little Arthur's +joy and pride in his first birds' eggs, and he goes and puts +them down in the study, and takes down his books with +a sigh, thinking he has done something horribly wrong, +whereas he has learnt on in advance much more than will +be done at second lesson.</p> + +<p>But the old Madman hasn't, and gets called up and +makes some frightful shots, losing about ten places, and +all but getting floored. This somewhat appeases Tom's +wrath, and by the end of the lesson he has regained his +temper. And afterward in their study he begins to get +right again, as he watches Arthur's intense joy at seeing +Martin blowing the eggs and glueing them carefully on +to bits of cardboard, and notes the anxious, loving looks +which the little fellow casts sidelong at him. And then +he thinks, "What an ill-tempered beast I am! Here's +just what I was wishing for last night come about, and +I'm spoiling it all," and in another five minutes has swallowed +the last mouthful of his bile,<a name="FNanchor_2_568" id="FNanchor_2_568"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_568" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> and is repaid by seeing +his little sensitive plant expand again, and sun itself +in his smiles.</p> + +<p>After dinner the Madman is busy with the preparations +for their expedition, fitting new straps on to his climbing-irons, +filling large pill-boxes with cotton-wool, and sharpening +East's small axe. They carry all their munitions<a name="FNanchor_3_569" id="FNanchor_3_569"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_569" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> +into calling-over, and directly afterward, having dodged +such præpostors as are on the look-out for fags at cricket, +the four set off at a smart trot down the Lawford footpath +straight for Caldecott's Spinney and the hawk's nest.</p> + +<h4>BIRDS'-NESTING.</h4> + +<p>Martin leads the way in high feather.<a name="FNanchor_4_570" id="FNanchor_4_570"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_570" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> It is quite a +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span> +new sensation to him getting companions, and he finds it +very pleasant, and means to show them all manner of +proofs of his science and skill. "Brown and East may be +better at cricket and foot-ball and games," thinks he, "but +out in the fields and woods see if I can't teach them something." +He has taken the leadership already, and strides +away in front, with his climbing-irons strapped under one +arm, his pecking-bag<a name="FNanchor_5_571" id="FNanchor_5_571"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_571" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> under the other, and his pockets +and hat full of pill-boxes, cotton-wool, and other et ceteras.<a name="FNanchor_6_572" id="FNanchor_6_572"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_572" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> +Each of the others carries a pecking-bag, and East +his hatchet.</p> + +<p>When they had crossed three or four fields without a +check, Arthur began to lag, and Tom seeing this shouted +to Martin to pull up a bit: "We aren't out Hare and +Hounds—what's the good of grinding on at this rate?"</p> + +<p>"There's the spinney," said Martin, pulling up on the +brow of a slope, at the bottom of which lay Lawford brook, +and pointing to the top of the opposite slope; "the nest is +in one of those high fir-trees at this end. And down by +the brook there, I know of a sedge-bird's nest; we'll go +and look at it coming back."</p> + +<p>"Oh, come on, don't let us stop," said Arthur, who was +getting excited at the sight of the wood; so they broke +into a trot again, and were soon across the brook, up the +slope, and into the spinney. Here they advanced as noiselessly +as possible, lest keepers or other enemies should be +about, and stopped at the foot of a tall fir, at the top of +which Martin pointed out with pride the kestrel's nest, +the object of their quest.</p> + +<p>"Oh, where! which is it?" asks Arthur, gaping up in +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span> +the air, and having the most vague idea of what it would +be like.</p> + +<p>"There, don't you see!" said East, pointing to a lump +of mistletoe<a name="FNanchor_7_573" id="FNanchor_7_573"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_573" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> in the next tree, which was a beech; he saw +that Martin and Tom were busy with the climbing-irons, +and couldn't resist the temptation of hoaxing. Arthur +stared and wondered more than ever.</p> + +<p>"Well, how curious! it doesn't look a bit like I expected," +said he.</p> + +<p>"Very odd birds, kestrels," said East, looking waggishly +at his victim who was still star-gazing.</p> + +<p>"But I thought it was in a fir-tree?" objected Arthur.</p> + +<p>"Ah, don't you know? that's a new sort of fir which old +Caldecott brought from the Himalayas."</p> + +<p>"Really," said Arthur; "I'm glad I know that—how +unlike our firs they are! They do very well, too, here, +don't they? the spinney's full of them."</p> + +<p>"What's that humbug he's telling you?" cried Tom, +looking up, having caught the word Himalayas, and suspecting +what East was after.</p> + +<p>"Only about this fir," said Arthur, putting his hand on +the stem of the beech.</p> + +<p>"Fir!" shouted Tom; "why, you don't mean to say, +young un, you don't know a beech when you see one?"</p> + +<p>Poor little Arthur looked terribly ashamed, and East +exploded in laughter which made the wood ring.</p> + +<p>"I've hardly ever seen any trees," faltered Arthur.</p> + +<p>"What a shame to hoax him, Scud!" cried Martin. +"Never mind, Arthur you shall know more about trees +than he does in a week or two."</p> + +<p>"And isn't that the kestrel's nest, then?" asked Arthur.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span></p> +<p>"That! why that's a piece of mistletoe. There's the +nest, that lump of sticks up in this fir."</p> + +<p>"Don't believe him, Arthur," struck in the incorrigible +East. "I just saw an old magpie go out of it."</p> + +<p>Martin did not deign to reply to this sally, except by a +grunt, as he buckled the last buckle of his climbing-irons; +and Arthur looked reproachfully at East without speaking.</p> + +<p>But now came the tug of war. It was a very difficult +tree to climb until the branches were reached, the first of +which was some fourteen feet up, for the trunk was too +large at the bottom to be swarmed;<a name="FNanchor_8_574" id="FNanchor_8_574"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_574" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> in fact, neither of the +boys could reach more than half round it with their arms. +Martin and Tom, both of whom had irons on, tried it without +success at first; the fir bark broke away where they +stuck the irons in as soon as they leaned any weight on +their feet, and the grip of their arms wasn't enough to +keep them up; so, after getting up three or four feet, down +they came slithering<a name="FNanchor_9_575" id="FNanchor_9_575"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_575" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> to the ground, barking their arms +and faces. They were furious, and East sat by laughing +and shouting at each failure: "Two to one on the old +magpie!"</p> + +<p>"We must try a pyramid," said Tom at last. "Now, +Scud, you lazy rascal, stick yourself against the tree!"</p> + +<p>"I dare say! and have you standing on my shoulders +with the irons on: what do you think my skin's made of?" +However, up he got, and leaned against the tree, putting +his head down and clasping it with his arms as far as he +could. "Now, then, Madman," said Tom, "you next."</p> + +<p>"No, I'm lighter than you, you go next." So Tom +got on East's shoulders, and grasped the tree above, and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span> +then Martin scrambled up on to Tom's shoulders, amidst +the totterings and the groanings of the pyramid, and, with +a spring which sent his supporters howling to the ground, +clasped the stem some ten feet up, and remained clinging; +for a moment or two they thought he couldn't get up, +but then, holding on with arms and teeth, he worked +first one iron, then the other firmly into the bark, got +another grip with his arms, and in another minute had +hold of the lowest branch.</p> + +<p>"All up with old magpie now," said East; and, after a +minute's rest, up went Martin, hand over hand, watched +by Arthur with fearful eagerness.</p> + +<p>"Isn't it very dangerous?" said he.</p> + +<p>"Not a bit," answered Tom; "you can't hurt if you +only get a good hand-hold. Try every branch with a good +pull before you trust it, and then up you go."</p> + +<p>Martin was now amongst the small branches close to the +nest, and away dashed the old bird, and soared up above +the trees, watching the intruder.</p> + +<p>"All right—four eggs!" shouted he.</p> + +<p>"Take' em all!" shouted East; "that'll be one apiece."</p> + +<p>"No, no! leave one, and then she won't care," said +Tom.</p> + +<p>We boys had an idea that birds couldn't count, and +were quite content as long as you left one egg. I hope it +is so.</p> + +<p>Martin carefully put one egg into each of his boxes and +the third into his mouth, the only other place of safety, +and came down like a lamp-lighter. All went well till he +was within ten feet of the ground, when, as the trunk enlarged, +his hold got less and less firm, and at last down he +came with a run, tumbling on to his back on the turf, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span> +spluttering and spitting out the remains of the great egg, +which had broken by the jar of his fall.</p> + +<p>"Ugh, ugh! something to drink—ugh! it was addled,"<a name="FNanchor_10_576" id="FNanchor_10_576"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_576" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> +spluttered he, while the wood rang again with the merry +laughter of East and Tom.</p> + +<p>Then they examined the prizes, gathered up their +things, and went off to the brook, where Martin swallowed +huge draughts of water to get rid of the taste; and they +visited the sedge-bird's<a name="FNanchor_11_577" id="FNanchor_11_577"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_577" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> nest, and from thence struck +across the country in high glee, beating<a name="FNanchor_12_578" id="FNanchor_12_578"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_578" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> the hedges and +brakes as they went along; and Arthur at last, to his intense +delight, was allowed to climb a small hedge-row oak +for a magpie's nest with Tom, who kept all around him +like a mother, and showed him where to hold and how to +throw his weight; and though he was in a great fright, +didn't show it; and was applauded by all for his lissomeness.</p> + +<p>They crossed a road soon afterward, and there close to +them lay a heap of charming pebbles.</p> + +<h4>PECKING.</h4> + +<p>"Look here," shouted East, "here's luck! I've been +longing for some good honest pecking this half hour. +Let's fill the bags, and have no more of this foozling<a name="FNanchor_13_579" id="FNanchor_13_579"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_579" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> birds'-nesting."</p> + +<p>No one objected, so each boy filled the fustian bag he +carried full of stones; they crossed into the next field, +Tom and East taking one side of the hedges, and the +other two the other side. Noise enough they made +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span> +certainly, but it was too early in the season for the young +birds, and the old birds were too strong on the wing for +our young marksmen, and flew out of shot after the first +discharge. But it was great fun, rushing along the hedgerows, +and discharging stone after stone at blackbirds and +chaffinches,<a name="FNanchor_14_580" id="FNanchor_14_580"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_580" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> though no result in the shape of slaughtered +birds was obtained; and Arthur soon entered into it, and +rushed to head back the birds, and shouted, and threw, +and tumbled into ditches and over and through hedges, +as wild as the Madman himself.</p> + +<p>Presently the party, in full cry after an old blackbird +(who was evidently used to the thing and enjoyed the +fun, for he would wait till they came close to him and +then fly on for forty yards or so; and with an impudent +flicker of his tail, dart into the depths of the quickset),<a name="FNanchor_15_581" id="FNanchor_15_581"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_581" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> +came beating down a high double hedge, two on each +side.</p> + +<p>"There he is again;" "Head him;" "Let drive;" "I +had him there;" "Take care where you're throwing, Madman;" +the shouts might have been heard a quarter of a +mile off. They were heard some two hundred yards off +by a farmer and two of his shepherds, who were doctoring +sheep in a fold in the next field.</p> + +<h4>WHAT IS LARCENY?</h4> + +<p>Now the farmer in question rented a house and yard +situated at the end of the field in which the young bird-fanciers +had arrived, which house and yard he didn't occupy +or keep any one else in. Nevertheless, like a brainless +and unreasoning Briton, he persisted in maintaining +on the premises a large stock of cocks, hens, and other +poultry. Of course all sorts of depredators visited the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span> +place from time to time; foxes and gipsies wrought havoc +in the night; while in the day-time, I regret to have to +confess, that visits from the Rugby boys, and consequent +disappearances of ancient and respectable fowls, were not +unfrequent. Tom and East had during the period of +their outlawry visited the barn in question for felonious<a name="FNanchor_16_582" id="FNanchor_16_582"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_582" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> +purposes, and on one occasion had conquered and slain a +duck there and borne away the carcass triumphantly, +hidden in their handkerchiefs. However, they were sickened +of the practice by the trouble and anxiety which the +wretched duck's body caused them. They carried it to +Sally Harrowell's, in hopes of a good supper; but she, +after examining it, made a long face, and refused to dress +or have anything to do with it.</p> + +<h4>THE TROUBLESOME DUCK.</h4> + +<p>Then they took it into their study, and began plucking +it themselves; but what to do with the feathers, where to +hide them?</p> + +<p>"Good gracious, Tom, what a lot of feathers a duck +has!" groaned East, holding a bag full in his hand, +and looking disconsolately at the carcass, not yet half +plucked.</p> + +<p>"And I do think he's getting high,<a name="FNanchor_17_583" id="FNanchor_17_583"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_583" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> too, already," said +Tom, smelling at him cautiously, "so we must finish him +up soon."</p> + +<p>"Yes, all very well, but how are we to cook him? I'm +sure I'm not going to try it on in the hall or passages; we +can't afford to be roasting ducks about, our character's +too bad."</p> + +<p>"I wish we were rid of the brute," said Tom, throwing +him on the table in disgust. And after a day or two +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span> +more it became clear that got rid of he must be; so they +packed him and sealed him up in brown paper, and put +him in the cupboard of an unoccupied study, where he +was found in the holidays by the matron, a grewsome +body.</p> + +<p>They had never been duck-hunting there since, but +others had, and the bold yeoman was very sore on the +subject, and bent on making an example of the first boys +he could catch. So he and his shepherds crouched behind +the hurdles, and watched the party who were approaching +all unconscious.</p> + +<p>Why should that old guinea-fowl be lying out in the +hedge just at this particular moment of all the year? +Who can say? Guinea-fowls always are—so are all other +things, animals, and persons—requisite for getting one +into scrapes, always ready when any mischief can come of +them. At any rate, just under East's nose popped out +the old guinea-hen, scuttling along and shrieking: "Come +back, come back," at the top of her voice. Either of the +other three might perhaps have withstood the temptation, +but East first lets drive the stone he has in his hand at her, +then rushes to turn her into the hedge again. He succeeds, +and then they are all at it for dear life, up and +down the hedge in full cry, the "Come back, come back," +getting shriller and fainter every minute.</p> + +<p>Meantime, the farmer and his men steal over the hurdles +and creep down the hedge toward the scene of action. +They are almost within a stone's throw of Martin, who is +pressing the unlucky chase hard, when Tom catches sight +of them, and sings out: "Louts, 'ware<a name="FNanchor_18_584" id="FNanchor_18_584"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_584" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> louts, your side! Madman, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span> +look ahead!" and then catching hold of Arthur, +hurries him away across the fields towards Rugby as hard +as they can tear. Had he been by himself, he would have +stayed to see it out with the others, but now his heart +sinks, and all his pluck goes. The idea of being led up +to the Doctor with Arthur for bagging fowls, quite unmans +and takes half the run out of him.</p> + +<h4>RUNNING FOR A CONVOY.</h4> + +<p>However, no boys are more able to take care of themselves +than East and Martin; they dodge the pursuers, +slip through a gap, and come pelting after Tom and Arthur, +whom they catch up in no time; the farmer and his +men are making a good run about a field behind. Tom +wishes to himself that they had made off in any other +direction, but now they are all in for it together and must +see it out. "You won't leave the young un, will you?" +says he, as they haul poor little Arthur, already losing +wind from the fright, through the next hedge. "Not +we," is the answer from both. The next hedge is a stiff +one; the pursuers gain horribly on them, and they only +just pull Arthur through, with two great rents in his +trousers, as the foremost shepherd comes up on the other +side. As they start into the next field, they are aware of +two figures walking down the footpath in the middle of it, +and recognize Holmes and Diggs taking a constitutional.<a name="FNanchor_19_585" id="FNanchor_19_585"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_585" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> +Those good-natured fellows immediately shout "On." +"Let's go to them and surrender," pants Tom. Agreed. +And in another minute the four boys, to the great astonishment +of those worthies, rush breathless up to Holmes +and Diggs, who pull up to see what is the matter; and +then the whole is explained by the appearance of the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span> +farmer and his men, who unite their forces and bear down +on the knot of boys.</p> + +<p>There is no time to explain, and Tom's heart beats +frightfully quick, as he ponders: "Will they stand by +us?"</p> + +<p>The farmer makes a rush at East, and collars him; and +that young gentleman, with unusual discretion, instead of +kicking his shins, looks appealingly at Holmes, and stands +still.</p> + +<p>"Hullo there, not so fast," says Holmes, who is bound +to stand up for them till they are proved in the wrong. +"Now, what's all this about?"</p> + +<p>"I've got the young varmint at last, have I?" pants the +farmer; "why, they've been a-skulking about my yard +and stealing my fowls, that's where 'tis; and if I doan't +have they flogged for it, every one on 'em, my name ain't +Thompson."</p> + +<h4>A DEBATE.</h4> + +<p>Holmes looks grave, and Diggs's face falls. They are +quite ready to fight, no boys in the school more so; but +they are præpostors, and understand their office; and can't +uphold unrighteous causes.</p> + +<p>"I haven't been near his old barn this half," cries East.</p> + +<p>"Nor I," "Nor I," chime in Tom and Martin.</p> + +<p>"Now, Willum, didn't you see 'em there last week?"</p> + +<p>"Ees,"<a name="FNanchor_20_586" id="FNanchor_20_586"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_586" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> seen 'em, sure enough," says Willum, grasping +a prong he carried, and preparing for action.</p> + +<p>The boys deny stoutly, and Willum is driven to admit +that, "if it worn't they, 'twas chaps as like 'em as two +peas'n";<a name="FNanchor_21_587" id="FNanchor_21_587"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_587" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> and "leastway,<a name="FNanchor_22_588" id="FNanchor_22_588"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_588" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> he'll swear he see'd them two +in the yard last Martinmas," indicating East and Tom.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span></p> +<p>Holmes has had time to meditate. "Now, sir," says he +to Willum, "you see you can't remember what you have +seen, and I believe the boys."</p> + +<p>"I doan't care," blusters the farmer, "they was arter +my fowls to-day; that's enough for I. Willum, you catch +hold o' t'other chap. They've been a-sneaking about this +two hours, I tells ee!" shouted he, as Holmes stands between +Martin and Willum, "and have druv a matter of a +dozen young pullets pretty nigh to death."</p> + +<p>"Oh, there's a whacker!" cried East; "we haven't been +within a hundred yards of his barn; we haven't been up +here above ten minutes, and we've seen nothing but a +tough old guinea-hen, who ran like a greyhound."</p> + +<p>"Indeed, that's all true, Holmes, upon my honor," added +Tom; "we weren't after his fowls; guinea-hen ran out of +the hedge under our feet, and we've seen nothing else."</p> + +<p>"Drat their talk! Thee catch hold o' t'other, Willum, +and come along wi' un."</p> + +<p>"Farmer Thompson," said Holmes, warning off Willum +and the prong with his stick, while Diggs faced the other +shepherd, cracking his fingers like pistol-shots, "now listen +to reason. The boys haven't been after your fowls, that's +plain."</p> + +<p>"Tells ee I seed 'em. Who be you, I should like to know?"</p> + +<p>"Never you mind, farmer," answered Holmes. "And +now I'll just tell you what it is—you ought to be ashamed +of yourself for leaving all that poultry about, with no one +to watch it, so near the School. You deserve to have it +all stolen. So if you choose to come up to the Doctor +with them, I shall go with you, and tell him what I think +of it."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span></p> +<p>The farmer began to take Holmes for a master; besides, +he wanted to get back to his flock. Corporal punishment +was out of the question, the odds were too great; so he +began to hint at paying for the damage. Arthur jumped +at this, offering to pay anything, and the farmer immediately +valued the guinea-hen at half a sovereign.</p> + +<p>"Half a sovereign!" cried East, now released from the +farmer's grip; "well, that is a good one! the old hen isn't +hurt a bit, and she's seven years old, I know, and as tough +as whipcord; she couldn't lay another egg to save her +life."</p> + +<p>It was at last settled that they should pay the farmer +two shillings and his man one shilling, and so the matter +ended, to the unspeakable relief of Tom, who hadn't been +able to say a word, being sick at heart at the idea of what +the Doctor would think of him; and now the whole party +of boys marched off down the woodpath toward Rugby. +Holmes, who was one of the best boys in the school, began +to improve the occasion. "Now, you youngsters," +said he, as he marched along in the middle of them, +"mind this: you're very well out of this scrape. Don't +you go near Thompson's barn again, do you hear?"</p> + +<p>Profuse promises from all, especially East.</p> + +<h4>LECTURE ON SCHOOL LARCENY.</h4> + +<p>"Mind, I don't ask questions," went on Mentor, "but +I rather think some of you have been there before this +after his chickens. Now, knocking over other people's +chickens, and running off with them is stealing. It's an +ugly word, but that's the plain English of it. If the +chickens were dead and lying in a shop, you wouldn't take +them, I know that, any more than you would apples out +of Griffith's basket: but there's no real difference between +chickens running about and apples on a tree, and the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span> +same articles in a shop. I wish our morals were sounder +in such matters. There's nothing so mischievous as these +school distinctions, which jumble up right and wrong, +and justify things in us for which poor boys would be +sent to prison." And good old Holmes delivered his soul +on the walk home of many wise sayings, and, as the song +says:—</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p> +"Gee'd 'em<a name="FNanchor_23_589" id="FNanchor_23_589"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_589" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> a sight of good advice";<br /> +</p></div> + +<p>which same sermon sank into them all more or less, and +very penitent they were for several hours. But truth +compels me to admit that East at any rate forgot it all in +a week, but remembered the insult which had been put +upon him by Farmer Thompson, and with the Tadpole +and other hare-brained youngsters, committed a raid on +the barn soon afterward, in which they were caught by +the shepherds and severely handled, besides having to pay +eight shillings—all the money they had in the world—to +escape being brought up to the Doctor.</p> + +<h4>ARTHUR SEALS HIS FRIENDSHIP.</h4> + +<p>Martin became a constant inmate in the joint study +from this time, and Arthur took to him so kindly that +Tom couldn't resist slight fits of jealousy, which, however, +he managed to keep to himself. The kestrel's eggs +had not been broken, strange to say, and formed the +nucleus of Arthur's collection, at which Martin worked +heart and soul; and introduced Arthur to Hewlett the +bird-fancier, and instructed him in the rudiments of the +art of stuffing. In token of his gratitude, Arthur allowed +Martin to tattoo a small anchor on one of his wrists, +which decoration, however, he carefully concealed from +Tom. Before the end of the half-year he had become +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span> +a bold climber and good runner, and, as Martin had foretold, +knew twice as much about trees, birds, flowers, and +many other things, as our good-hearted and facetious +young friend Harry East.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_567" id="Footnote_1_567"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_567"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Floored</b>: silenced or put back in his lesson for not having learned +it properly.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_568" id="Footnote_2_568"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_568"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Bile</b>: here, anger.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_569" id="Footnote_3_569"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_569"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Munitions</b>: supplies.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_570" id="Footnote_4_570"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_570"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>High feather</b>: high spirits.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_571" id="Footnote_5_571"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_571"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Pecking-bag</b>: a strong bag to carry pebbles in.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_572" id="Footnote_6_572"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_572"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Et ceteras</b>: things of a like kind.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_573" id="Footnote_7_573"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_573"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Mistletoe</b>: an evergreen plant which grows on various trees.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_574" id="Footnote_8_574"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_574"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Swarmed</b>: climbed by embracing with arms and legs.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_575" id="Footnote_9_575"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_575"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Slithering</b>: sliding.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_576" id="Footnote_10_576"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_576"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Addled</b>: rotten.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_577" id="Footnote_11_577"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_577"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Sedge-bird</b>: a bird living in the sedge or water-grass on the banks +of streams.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_578" id="Footnote_12_578"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_578"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Beating</b>: rousing or driving out birds and game.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_579" id="Footnote_13_579"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_579"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Foozling</b>: dull, stupid.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_580" id="Footnote_14_580"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_580"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Chaffinch</b>: a fine song-bird.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_581" id="Footnote_15_581"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_581"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Quickset</b>: a kind of hedge.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_582" id="Footnote_16_582"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_582"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Felonious</b>: unlawful.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_583" id="Footnote_17_583"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_583"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>High</b>: tainted; beginning to spoil.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_584" id="Footnote_18_584"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_584"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>'Ware</b>: beware! look out!</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_585" id="Footnote_19_585"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_585"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>A constitutional</b>: a walk for the health.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_586" id="Footnote_20_586"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_586"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Ees</b>: yes.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_587" id="Footnote_21_587"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_587"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Peas'n</b>: peas.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_588" id="Footnote_22_588"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_588"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Leastway</b>: at any rate.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_589" id="Footnote_23_589"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_589"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Gee'd 'em</b>: gave them.</p></div> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<h3>THE FIGHT.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"Surgebat Macnevisius<br /> +Et mox jactabat ultro,<br /> +Pugnabo tuâ gratiâ<br /> +Feroci hoc Mactwoltro."—<i>Etonian.</i><br /> +</p></div> +</div> + +<h4>FIGHTING IN GENERAL.</h4> + +<p>There is a certain sort of fellow—we who are used +to studying boys all know him well enough—of +whom you can predicate<a name="FNanchor_1_590" id="FNanchor_1_590"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_590" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> with almost positive certainty, +after he has been a month at school, that he is sure to +have a fight, and with almost equal certainty that he will +have but one. Tom Brown was one of these; and as it is +our well-weighed intention to give a full, true, and correct +account of Tom's only single combat with a schoolfellow +in the manner of our old friend <i>Bell's Life</i>,<a name="FNanchor_2_591" id="FNanchor_2_591"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_591" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> let +those young persons whose stomachs are not strong, or +who think a good set-to with the weapons which God has +given us all, an uncivilized, unchristian, or ungentlemanly +affair, just skip this chapter at once, for it won't be to +their taste.</p> + +<p>It was not at all usual in those days for two School-house +boys to have a fight. Of course there were exceptions, +when some cross-grained, hard-headed fellow came +up who would never be happy unless he was quarrelling +with his nearest neighbors, or when there was some class +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span> +dispute between the fifth form and the fags, for instance, +which required blood-letting; and a champion was picked +out on each side tacitly,<a name="FNanchor_3_592" id="FNanchor_3_592"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_592" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> who settled the matter by a good +hearty mill.<a name="FNanchor_4_593" id="FNanchor_4_593"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_593" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> But, for the most part, the constant use of +those surest keepers of the peace, the boxing gloves, kept +the School-house boys from fighting one another. Two or +three nights in every week the gloves were brought out, +either in the hall or fifth form room; and every boy who was +ever likely to fight at all knew all his neighbors' prowess +perfectly well, and could tell to a nicety what chance he +would have in a stand-up fight with any other boy in the +house. But, of course, no such experience could be gotten +as regarded boys in other houses; and as most of the +other houses were more or less jealous of the School-house, +collisions were frequent.</p> + +<p>After all, what would life be without fighting, I should +like to know? From the cradle to the grave, fighting, +rightly understood, is the business, the real, highest, honestest +business of every son of man. Every one who is +worth his salt has his enemies, who must be beaten, be +they evil thoughts and habits in himself or spiritual wickedness +in high places, or Russians, or Border-ruffians, or +Bill, Tom, or Harry, who will not let him live his life in +quiet till he has thrashed them.</p> + +<p>It is no good for Quakers, or any other body of men, to +uplift their voices against fighting. Human nature is too +strong for them, and they don't follow their own precepts. +Every soul of them is doing his own piece of fighting, +somehow and somewhere. The world might be a better +world without fighting, for anything I know, but it +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span> +wouldn't be our world; and therefore I am dead against +crying peace when there is no peace, and isn't meant to +be. I am as sorry as any man to see folks fighting the +wrong people and the wrong things, but I'd a deal sooner +see them doing that, than that they should have no fight +in them. So having recorded, and being about to record, +my hero's fights of all sorts, with all sorts of enemies, I +shall now proceed to give an account of his passage-at-arms +with the only one of his school-fellows whom he ever had +to encounter in this manner.</p> + +<h4>HOW THE FIGHT AROSE.</h4> + +<p>It was drawing toward the close of Arthur's first half-year, +and the May evenings were lengthening out. Locking-up +was not till eight o'clock, and everybody was beginning +to talk about what he would do in the holidays. +The shell, in which form all our <i>dramatis personæ</i><a name="FNanchor_5_594" id="FNanchor_5_594"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_594" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> now +are, were reading amongst other things the last book of +Homer's "Iliad,"<a name="FNanchor_6_595" id="FNanchor_6_595"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_595" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> and had worked through it as far as the +speeches of the women over Hector's<a name="FNanchor_7_596" id="FNanchor_7_596"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_596" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> body. It is a whole +school-day, and four or five of the School-house boys +(amongst whom are Arthur, Tom, and East) are preparing +third lesson together. They have finished the regulation +forty lines, and are for the most part getting very tired, +notwithstanding the exquisite pathos of Helen's<a name="FNanchor_8_597" id="FNanchor_8_597"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_597" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> lamentation. +And now several long four-syllable words come +together, and the boy with the dictionary strikes work.</p> + +<p>"I am not going to look out any more words," says he; +"we've done the quantity. Ten to one we sha'n't get so +far. Let's go out into the close."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span> +"Come along, boys," cries East, always ready to leave +"the grind," as he called it; "our old coach<a name="FNanchor_9_598" id="FNanchor_9_598"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_598" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> is laid up, +you know, and we shall have one of the new masters, +who's sure to go slow and let us down easy."</p> + +<p>So an adjournment to the close was carried <i>nem con.</i>,<a name="FNanchor_10_599" id="FNanchor_10_599"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_599" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> +little Arthur not daring to uplift his voice; but, being +deeply interested in what they were reading, stayed quietly +behind, and learned on for his own pleasure.</p> + +<p>As East had said, the regular master of the form was +unwell, and they were to be heard by one of the new masters, +quite a young man, who had only just left the university. +Certainly it would be hard lines, if, by dawdling +as much as possible in coming in and taking their +places, entering into long-winded explanations of what was +the usual course of the regular master of the form, and +others of the stock contrivances of boys for wasting time +in school, they could not spin out the lesson so that he +should not work them through more than the forty lines; +as to which quantity there was a perpetual fight going on +between the master and his form, the latter insisting, and +enforcing by passive resistance, that it was the prescribed +quantity of Homer for a shell lesson,<a name="FNanchor_11_600" id="FNanchor_11_600"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_600" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> the former that there +was no fixed quantity, but that they must always be ready +to go on to fifty or sixty lines if there were time within +the hour. However, notwithstanding all their efforts, +the new master got on horribly quick; he seemed to have +the bad taste to be really interested in the lesson, and to +be trying to work them up into something like appreciation +of it, giving them good spirited English words, instead +of the wretched bald stuff into which they rendered +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span> +poor old Homer, and construing over each piece himself to +them, after each boy, to show them how it should be done.</p> + +<p>Now the clock strikes the three-quarters; there is only +a quarter of an hour more, but the forty lines are all but +done. So the boys, one after another, who are called up, +stick more and more, and make balder and even more +bald work of it. The poor young master is pretty near +beat by this time, and feels ready to knock his head +against the wall, or his fingers against somebody else's +head. So he gives up altogether the lower and middle +parts of the form, and looks around in despair at the boys +on the top bench, to see if there is one out of whom he +can strike a spark or two, and who will be too chivalrous<a name="FNanchor_12_601" id="FNanchor_12_601"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_601" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> +to murder the most beautiful utterances of the most beautiful +woman of the old world. His eye rests on Arthur, +and he calls him up to finish construing Helen's speech. +Whereupon all the other boys draw long breaths, and +begin to stare about and take it easy. They are all safe; +Arthur is at the head of the form, and sure to be able to +construe, and that will tide on safely till the hour strikes.</p> + +<p>Arthur proceeds to read out the passage in Greek before +construing it, as the custom is. Tom, who isn't paying +much attention, is suddenly caught by the falter in +his voice as he reads the two lines:—</p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +[Greek: "alla su ton g' epeessi paraiphamenos katerukes,<br /> +sê t' aganophrosunê kai sois aganois epeessin."]<a name="FNanchor_13_602" id="FNanchor_13_602"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_602" class="fnanchor">[13]</a><br /> +</p></div> + +<p>He looks up at Arthur. "Why, bless us," thinks he, +"what can be the matter with the young un? He's never +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span> +going to get floored! He's sure to have learnt to the +end!" Next moment he is reassured by the spirited tone +in which Arthur begins construing, and betakes himself +to drawing dogs' heads in his note-book, while the master, +evidently enjoying the change, turns his back on the +middle bench, and stands before Arthur, beating a sort of +time with his hand and foot, and saying: "Yes, yes," +"Very well," as Arthur goes on.</p> + +<p>But as he nears the fatal two lines, Tom catches that +falter, and again looks up. He sees that there is something +the matter: Arthur can hardly get on at all. What +can it be?</p> + +<p>Suddenly at this point Arthur breaks down altogether, +and fairly bursts out crying, and dashes the cuff of his +jacket across his eyes, blushing up to the roots of his hair, +and feeling as if he should like to go down suddenly +through the floor. The whole form are taken aback; +most of them stare stupidly at him, while those who are +gifted with presence of mind find their places, and look +steadily at their books, in hopes of not catching the master's +eye, and getting called up in Arthur's place.</p> + +<p>The master looked puzzled for a moment, and then +seeing, as the fact is, that the boy is really affected to tears +by the most touching thing in Homer, perhaps in all profane<a name="FNanchor_14_603" id="FNanchor_14_603"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_603" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> +poetry put together, steps up to him and lays his +hand kindly on his shoulder, saying: "Never mind, my +little man, you've construed very well. Stop a minute, +there's no hurry."</p> + +<p>Now, as luck would have it, there sat next above Tom +on that day, in the middle bench of the form, a big boy, +by name Williams, generally supposed to be the cock of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span> +the shell, therefore of all the schools below the fifths. The +small boys, who are great speculators on the prowess of +their elders, used to hold forth to one another about +Williams's great strength, and to discuss whether East or +Brown would take a licking from him. He was called Slogger<a name="FNanchor_15_604" id="FNanchor_15_604"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_604" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> +Williams, from the force with which it was supposed +he could hit. In the main, he was a rough, good-natured +fellow enough, but very much alive to his own dignity. +He reckoned himself the king of the form, and kept up +his position with the strong hand, especially in the matter +of forcing boys not to construe more than the legitimate +forty lines. He had already grunted and grumbled to +himself, when Arthur went on reading beyond the forty +lines. But now that he had broken down just in the +middle of all the long words, the Slogger's wrath was fairly +aroused.</p> + +<p>"Sneaking little brute," muttered he, regardless of +prudence, "clapping on the water-works just in the hardest +place; see if I don't punch his head after fourth lesson."</p> + +<p>"Whose?" said Tom, to whom the remark seemed addressed.</p> + +<p>"Why, that little sneak Arthur's," replied Williams.</p> + +<p>"No, you sha'n't," said Tom.</p> + +<p>"Hullo!" exclaimed Williams, looking at Tom with +great surprise for a moment, and then giving him a sudden +dig in the ribs with his elbow, which sent Tom's book +flying on to the floor, and called the attention of the master, +who turned suddenly round, and seeing the state of +things, said:—</p> + +<p>"Williams, go down three places, and then go on."</p> + +<p>The Slogger found his legs very slowly, and proceeded +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span> +to go below Tom and two other boys with great disgust, +and then, turning round and facing the master, said: "I +haven't learnt any more, sir; our lesson is only forty +lines."</p> + +<p>"Is that so?" said the master, appealing generally to +the top bench. No answer.</p> + +<p>"Who is the head boy of the form?" said he, waxing +wroth.</p> + +<p>"Arthur, sir," answered three or four boys, indicating +our friend.</p> + +<p>"Oh, your name's Arthur. Well, now, what is the +length of your regular lesson?"</p> + +<p>Arthur hesitated a moment, and then said: "We call +it only forty lines, sir."</p> + +<p>"How do you mean, you call it?"</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, Mr. Graham says we aren't to stop there, +when there's time to construe more."</p> + +<p>"I understand," said the master. "Williams, go down +three more places, and write me out the lesson in Greek +and English. And now, Arthur, finish construing."</p> + +<p>"Oh, would I be in Arthur's shoes after fourth lesson?" +said the little boys to one another: but Arthur finished +Helen's speech without any further catastrophe, and the +clock struck four, which ended third lesson.</p> + +<p>Another hour was occupied in preparing and saying +fourth lesson, during which Williams was bottling up his +wrath; and when five struck, and the lessons for the day +were over, he prepared to take summary<a name="FNanchor_16_605" id="FNanchor_16_605"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_605" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> vengeance on +the innocent cause of his misfortune.</p> + +<h4>THE CHALLENGE.</h4> + +<p>Tom was detained in school a few minutes after the +rest, and on coming out into the quadrangle, the first +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span> +thing he saw was a small ring of boys, applauding Williams, +who was holding Arthur by the collar.</p> + +<p>"There, you young sneak," said he, giving Arthur a +cuff on the head with his other hand, "what made you say +that—"</p> + +<p>"Hullo!" said Tom, shouldering into the crowd, "you +drop that, Williams; you sha'n't touch him."</p> + +<p>"Who'll stop me?" said the Slogger, raising his hand +again.</p> + +<p>"I," said Tom; and suiting the action to the word, he +struck the arm which held Arthur's arm so sharply that +the Slogger dropped it with a start, and turned the full +current of his wrath on Tom.</p> + +<p>"Will you fight?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, of course."</p> + +<p>"Huzzah! there is going to be a fight between Slogger +Williams and Tom Brown."</p> + +<p>The news ran like wildfire about, and many boys who +were on their way to tea at their several houses turned +back, and sought the back of the chapel, where the fights +came off.</p> + +<p>"Just run and tell East to come and back me," said +Tom, to a small School-house boy, who was off like a +rocket to Harrowell's, just stopping for a moment to poke +his head into the School-house hall, where the lower boys +were already at tea, and singing out: "Fight! Tom +Brown and Slogger Williams."</p> + +<p>Up start half the boys at once, leaving bread, eggs, +butter, sprats<a name="FNanchor_17_606" id="FNanchor_17_606"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_606" class="fnanchor">[17]</a>, and all the rest to take care of themselves. +The greater part of the remainder follow in a minute, +after swallowing their tea, carrying their food in their +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span> +hands to consume as they go. Three or four only remain, +who steal the butter of the more impetuous, and make to +themselves an unctuous<a name="FNanchor_18_607" id="FNanchor_18_607"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_607" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> feast.</p> + +<p>In another minute East and Martin tear through the +quadrangle, carrying a sponge, and arrive at the scene of +action just as the combatants are beginning to strip.</p> + +<p>Tom felt he had got his work cut out<a name="FNanchor_19_608" id="FNanchor_19_608"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_608" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> for him, as he +stripped off his jacket, waistcoat, and braces. East tied +his handkerchief round his waist, and rolled up his shirt-sleeves +for him. "Now, old boy, don't you open your +mouth to say a word, or try to help yourself a bit—we'll +do all that; you keep all your breath and strength for the +Slogger." Martin meanwhile folded the clothes, and put +them under the chapel rails; and now Tom, with East to +handle him, and Martin to give him a knee,<a name="FNanchor_20_609" id="FNanchor_20_609"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_609" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> steps out on +the turf, and is ready for all that may come; and here is +the Slogger too, all stripped, and thirsting for the fray.</p> + +<h4>EARLY ROUNDS.</h4> + +<p>It doesn't look a fair match at first glance; Williams is +nearly two inches taller, and probably a long year older +than his opponent, and he is very strongly made about the +arms and shoulders—"peels well," as the little knot of +big fifth-form boys, the amateurs,<a name="FNanchor_21_610" id="FNanchor_21_610"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_610" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> say; who stand outside +the ring of little boys, looking complacently on, but taking +no active part in the proceedings. But down below +he is not so good by any means; no spring from the loins, +and feeblish, not to say shipwrecky about the knees. +Tom, on the contrary, though not half so strong in the +arms, is good all over, straight, hard, and springy, from +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span> +neck to ankle, better perhaps in his legs than anywhere. +Besides, you can see by the clear white of his eye, and +fresh bright look of his skin, that he is in tip-top training, +able to do all he knows; while the Slogger looks rather +sodden,<a name="FNanchor_22_611" id="FNanchor_22_611"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_611" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> as if he didn't take much exercise and ate too +much tuck.<a name="FNanchor_23_612" id="FNanchor_23_612"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_612" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> The time-keeper is chosen, a large ring made, +and the two stand up opposite one another for a moment, +giving us time just to make our little observations.</p> + +<p>"If Tom'll only condescend to fight with his head and +heels," as East murmurs to Martin, "we shall do."</p> + +<p>But seemingly he won't, for there he goes in, making +play<a name="FNanchor_24_613" id="FNanchor_24_613"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_613" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> with both hands. Hard all,<a name="FNanchor_25_614" id="FNanchor_25_614"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_614" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> is the word; the two +stand to one another like men; rally follows rally in quick +succession, each fighting as if he thought to finish the +whole thing out of hand. "Can't last at this rate," say +the knowing ones, while the partisans<a name="FNanchor_26_615" id="FNanchor_26_615"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_615" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> of each make the +air ring with their shouts and counter-shouts of encouragement, +approval and defiance.</p> + +<p>"Take it easy, take it easy—keep away, let him come +after you," implores East, as he wipes Tom's face after the +first round with a wet sponge, while he sits back on Martin's +knee, supported by the Madman's long arms, which +tremble a little from excitement.</p> + +<p>"Time's up," calls the time-keeper.</p> + +<p>"There he goes again, hang it all!" growled East, as +his man is at it again as hard as ever. A very severe +round follows, in which Tom gets out and out the worst +of it, and is at last hit clean off his legs, and deposited +on the grass by a right-hander from the Slogger.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span></p> +<p>Loud shouts rise from the boys of Slogger's house and +the School-house are silent and vicious, ready to pick +quarrels anywhere.</p> + +<p>"Two to one in half-crowns on the big un," says Rattle, +one of the amateurs, a tall fellow, in thunder-and-lightning<a name="FNanchor_27_616" id="FNanchor_27_616"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_616" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> +waistcoat, and puffy, good-natured face.</p> + +<p>"Done!" says Groove, another amateur of quieter look, +taking out his note-book to enter it, for our friend Rattle +sometimes forgets these little things.</p> + +<h4>HEAD FIGHTING.</h4> + +<p>Meantime East is freshening up Tom with the sponges +for next round, and has set two other boys to rub his +hands.</p> + +<p>"Tom, old boy," whispers he, "this may be fun for you, +but it's death to me. He'll hit all the fight out of you in +another five minutes, and then I shall go and drown myself +in the Island ditch. Feint<a name="FNanchor_28_617" id="FNanchor_28_617"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_617" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> him—use your legs! +draw him about! he'll lose his wind then in no time, and +you can go into him. Hit at his body too; take care of +his frontispiece<a name="FNanchor_29_618" id="FNanchor_29_618"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_618" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> by and by."</p> + +<p>Tom felt the wisdom of the counsel, and saw already +that he couldn't go in and finish the Slogger off at mere +hammer and tongs, so changed his tactics completely in +the third round. He now fights cautiously, getting away +from and parrying<a name="FNanchor_30_619" id="FNanchor_30_619"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_619" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> the Slogger's lunging hits,<a name="FNanchor_31_620" id="FNanchor_31_620"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_620" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> instead of +trying to counter,<a name="FNanchor_32_621" id="FNanchor_32_621"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_621" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> and leading his enemy a dance all +round the ring after him. "He's funking—go in, Williams;" +"Catch him up;" "Finish him off," screamed +the small boys of the Slogger party.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p> +<p>"Just what we want," thinks East, chuckling to himself, +as he sees Williams, excited by these shouts and +thinking the game in his own hands, blowing himself in +his exertions to get close quarters again, while Tom is keeping +away with perfect ease.</p> + +<p>They quarter<a name="FNanchor_33_622" id="FNanchor_33_622"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_622" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> over the ground again and again, Tom +always on the defensive.</p> + +<p>The Slogger pulls up at last for a moment, fairly blown.<a name="FNanchor_34_623" id="FNanchor_34_623"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_623" class="fnanchor">[34]</a></p> + +<p>"Now, then, Tom," sings out East, dancing with delight. +Tom goes in in a twinkling, and hits two heavy +body-blows, and gets away again before the Slogger can +catch his wind; which when he does he rushes with blind +fury at Tom, and being skilfully parried and avoided, +overreaches himself and falls on his face, amidst terrific +cheers from the School-house boys.</p> + +<p>"Double your two to one?" says Groove to Rattle, +note-book in hand.</p> + +<p>"Stop a bit," says that hero, looking uncomfortably at +Williams, who is puffing away on his second's knee, +winded<a name="FNanchor_35_624" id="FNanchor_35_624"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_624" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> enough, but little the worse in any other way.</p> + +<h4>STEADY ALL.</h4> + +<p>After another round the Slogger too seems to see that +he can't go in and win right off, and has met his match or +thereabouts. So he too begins to use his head,<a name="FNanchor_36_625" id="FNanchor_36_625"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_625" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> and tries +to make Tom lose his patience, and come in before his +time. And so the fight sways on, now one, and now the +other getting a trifling pull.<a name="FNanchor_37_626" id="FNanchor_37_626"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_626" class="fnanchor">[37]</a></p> + +<p>Tom's face begins to look very one-sided,—there are +little queer bumps on his forehead, and his mouth is bleeding; +but East keeps the wet sponge going so scientifically +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span> +that he comes up looking as fresh and bright as ever. +Williams is only slightly marked in the face, but by the +nervous movement of his elbows you can see that Tom's +body-blows are telling. In fact, half the vice of the Slogger's +hitting is neutralized, for he daren't lunge out freely +for fear of exposing his sides. It is too interesting by this +time for much shouting, and the whole ring is very quiet.</p> + +<p>"All right, Tommy," whispers East; "hold on's the +horse that's to win. We've got the last. Keep your head,<a name="FNanchor_38_627" id="FNanchor_38_627"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_627" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> +old boy."</p> + +<p>But where is Arthur all this time? Words cannot +paint the poor little fellow's distress. He couldn't muster +courage to come up to the ring, but wandered up and +down from the great fives' court to the corner of the +chapel rails—now trying to make up his mind to throw +himself between them, and try to stop them; then thinking +of running in and telling his friend Mary, who he +knew would instantly report to the Doctor. The stories +he had heard of men being killed in prize fights rose up +horribly before him.</p> + +<p>Once only, when the shouts of "Well done, Brown!" +"Huzzah for the School-house!" rose higher than ever, +he ventured up to the ring, thinking the victory was won. +Catching sight of Tom's face in the state I have described, +all fear of consequences vanishing out of his mind, he +rushed straight off to the matron's room, beseeching her to +get the fight stopped, or he should die.</p> + +<h4>THE RING BROKEN.</h4> + +<p>But it's time for us to get back to the close. What is +this fierce tumult and confusion? The ring is broken, +and high and angry words are being bandied about; "It's +all fair"—"It isn't"—"No hugging;" the fight is +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span> +stopped. The combatants, however, sit there quietly, +tended by their seconds, while their adherents wrangle in +the middle. East can't help shouting challenges to two +or three of the other side, though he never leaves Tom +for a moment, and plies the sponges as fast as ever.</p> + +<p>The fact is, that at the end of the last round, Tom, +seeing a good opening, had closed with his opponent, and +after a moment's struggle, had thrown him heavily, by +the help of the fall he had learned from his village rival +in the Vale of White Horse. Williams hadn't the ghost +of a chance with Tom at wrestling, and the conviction +broke at once on the Slogger faction that if this were +allowed, their man must be licked. There was a strong +feeling in the School against catching hold and throwing, +though it was generally ruled all fair within certain limits; +so the ring was broken, and the fight stopped.</p> + +<p>The School-house are overruled—the fight is on again, +but there is to be no throwing; and East, in high wrath, +threatens to take his man away after next round (which +he doesn't mean to do, by the way), when suddenly young +Brooke comes through the small gate at the end of the +chapel. The School-house faction rush to him. "Oh, +hurrah! now we shall get fair play."</p> + +<p>"Please, Brooke come up; they won't let Tom Brown +throw him."</p> + +<p>"Throw whom?" says Brooke, coming up to the ring. +"Oh, Williams! I see. Nonsense! of course he may +throw him, if he catches him fairly above the waist."</p> + +<p>Now, young Brooke, you're in the sixth you know, and +you ought to stop all fights. He looks hard at both +boys. "Anything wrong?" says he to East, nodding at +Tom.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span></p> +<p>"Not a bit."</p> + +<p>"Not beat at all?"</p> + +<p>"Bless you, no! heaps of fight in him. Isn't there, +Tom?"</p> + +<p>Tom looked at Brooke and grins. "How's he?" nodding +at Williams.</p> + +<p>"So so; rather done, I think, since, his last fall. He +won't stand above two more."</p> + +<h4>THE LAST ROUND.</h4> + +<p>"Time's up!" The boys rise again, and face one another. +Brooke can't find it in his heart to stop them just +yet; so the round goes on, the Slogger waiting for Tom, +and reserving all his strength to hit him out should he +come in for the wrestling dodge again; for he feels that +that must be stopped, or his sponge<a name="FNanchor_39_628" id="FNanchor_39_628"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_628" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> will soon go up in the air.</p> + +<p>And now another new-comer appears on the field, to +wit, the under-porter, with his long brush and great +wooden receptacle for dust under his arm. He has been +sweeping out the schools.</p> + +<p>"You'd better stop, gentlemen," he says; "the Doctor +knows that Brown's fighting—he'll be out in a minute."</p> + +<p>"You go to Bath,<a name="FNanchor_40_629" id="FNanchor_40_629"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_629" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> Bill," is all that that excellent servitor +gets by his advice. And being a man of his hands,<a name="FNanchor_41_630" id="FNanchor_41_630"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_630" class="fnanchor">[41]</a> +and a staunch upholder of the School-house, can't help +stopping to look on for a bit, and see Tom Brown, their +pet craftsman, fight a round.</p> + +<p>It is grim earnest now, and no mistake. Both boys +feel this, and summon every power of head, hand, and eye +to their aid. A piece of luck on either side, a foot +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span> +slipping, a blow getting well home, or another fall may decide +it. Tom works slowly round for an opening; he has +all the legs and can choose his own time; the Slogger waits +for the attack, and hopes to finish it by some heavy right-handed +blow. As they quarter slowly over the ground, +the evening sun comes out from behind a cloud, and falls +full on Williams's face. Tom darts in, the heavy right-hand +is delivered, but only grazes his head. A short +rally at close quarters, and they close; in another moment +the Slogger is thrown again heavily for the third time.</p> + +<p>"I'll give you three to two on the little one in half-crowns," +said Groove to Rattle.</p> + +<p>"No, thankee," answers the other, diving his hands +further into his coat-tails.</p> + +<h4>THE DOCTOR ARRIVES.</h4> + +<p>Just at this stage of the proceedings the door of the +turret<a name="FNanchor_42_631" id="FNanchor_42_631"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_631" class="fnanchor">[42]</a> which leads to the Doctor's library suddenly opens, +and he steps into the close, and makes straight for the +ring, in which Brown, and the Slogger were both seated +on their seconds' knees for the last time.</p> + +<p>"The Doctor! the Doctor!" shouts one small boy who +catches sight of him, and the ring melts away in a few +seconds, the small boys tearing off, Tom collaring his +jacket and waistcoat, and slipping through the little gate +by the chapel, and round the corner to Harrowell's with +his backers, as lively as need be; Williams and his backers +making off not quite so fast across the close; Groove, +Rattle, and the other bigger fellows trying to combine +dignity and prudence in a comical manner, and walking +off fast enough, they hope, not to be recognized, and not +fast enough to look like running away.</p> + +<p>Young Brooke alone remains on the ground by the time +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span> +the Doctor gets there, and touches his hat, not without a +slight inward qualm.</p> + +<p>"Hah! Brooke. I am surprised to see you here. Don't +you know that I expect the sixth to stop fighting."</p> + +<p>Brooke felt much more uncomfortable than he had expected, +but he was rather a favorite with the Doctor for +his openness and plainness of speech; so blurted out as +he walked by the Doctor's side, who had already turned +back:—</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir, generally. But I thought you wished us to +exercise a discretion in the matter, too—not to interfere +too soon."</p> + +<p>"But they have been fighting this half-hour and more," +said the Doctor.</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir; but neither was hurt. And they're the sort +of boys who'll be all the better friends now, which they +wouldn't have been if they had been stopped any earlier—before +it was so equal."</p> + +<p>"Who was fighting with Brown?" said the Doctor.</p> + +<p>"Williams, sir, of Thompson's. He is bigger than +Brown, and had the best of it at first, but not when you +came up, Sir. There's a good deal of jealousy between +our house and Thompson's, and there would have been +more fights if this hadn't been let go on, or if either of +them had had much the worst of it."</p> + +<p>"Well, but, Brooke," said the Doctor, "doesn't this +look a little as if you exercised your discretion by only +stopping a fight when the School-house boy is getting the +worst of it."</p> + +<p>Brooke, it must be confessed, felt rather gravelled.<a name="FNanchor_43_632" id="FNanchor_43_632"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_632" class="fnanchor">[43]</a></p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span></p> +<p>"Now remember," added the Doctor, as he stopped at +the turret door, "this fight is not to go on—you'll see to +that. And I expect you to stop all fights in future at +once."</p> + +<p>"Very well, sir," said young Brooke, touching his hat, +and not sorry to see the turret-door close behind the Doctor's +back.</p> + +<h4>EVENING AFTER THE FIGHT.</h4> + +<p>Meantime Tom and the staunchest of his adherents had +reached Harrowell's, and Sally was bustling about to get +them a late tea, while Stumps had been sent off to Tew, +the butcher, to get a piece of raw beef for Tom's eye, +which was to be healed off-hand, so that he might show +well in the morning. He was not a bit the worse except +a slight difficulty in his vision, a singing in his ears, and +a sprained thumb, which he kept in a cold water bandage, +while he drank lots of tea, and listened to the Babel of +voices talking and speculating of nothing but the fight, +and how Williams would have given in after another fall +(which he didn't in the least believe), and how on earth +the Doctor could have got to know of it—such bad luck! +He couldn't help thinking to himself that he was glad +he hadn't won; he liked it better as it was, and felt very +friendly to the Slogger. And then poor little Arthur +crept in and sat down quietly near him, looking at him +and the raw beef with such plaintive looks that Tom at +last burst out laughing.</p> + +<p>"Don't make such eyes, young un," said he, "there's +nothing the matter."</p> + +<p>"Oh, but, Tom, are you much hurt? I can't bear +thinking it was all for me."</p> + +<p>"Not a bit of it, don't flatter yourself. We were sure +to have it out, sooner or later."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span></p> +<p>"Well, but you won't go on, will you? You'll promise +me you won't go on?"</p> + +<p>"Can't tell about that—all depends on the Houses. +We're in the hands of our countrymen, you know. Must +fight for the School-house flag, if so be."</p> + +<p>However, the lovers of the science<a name="FNanchor_44_633" id="FNanchor_44_633"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_633" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> were doomed to disappointment +this time. Directly after locking-up, one of +the night-fags knocked at Tom's door.</p> + +<p>"Brown, young Brooke wants you in the sixth-form +room."</p> + +<h4>THE SHAKE-HANDS.</h4> + +<p>Up went Tom to the summons, and found the magnates<a name="FNanchor_45_634" id="FNanchor_45_634"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_634" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> +sitting at their supper.</p> + +<p>"Well, Brown," said young Brooke, nodding to him, +"how do you feel?"</p> + +<p>"Oh, very well, thank you; only I've sprained my +thumb, I think."</p> + +<p>"Sure to do that in a fight. Well, you hadn't the +worst of it, I could see. Where did you learn that +throw?"</p> + +<p>"Down in the country, when I was a boy."</p> + +<p>"Hullo! why, what are you now? Well, never mind, +you're a plucky fellow. Sit down and have some supper."</p> + +<p>Tom obeyed, by no means loath. He ate and drank, +listening to the pleasant talk, and wondering how soon he +should be in the fifth, and one of that much-envied society.</p> + +<p>As he got up to leave, Brooke said: "You must shake +hands to-morrow morning; I shall come and see that done +after first lesson."</p> + +<p>And so he did. And Tom and the Slogger shook +hands with great satisfaction and mutual respect. And +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span> +for the next year or two, whenever fights were being +talked of, the small boys who had been present shook +their heads wisely, saying: "Ah! but you should just +have seen the fight between Slogger Williams and Tom +Brown!"</p> + +<h4>THE OLD BOY'S RULES.</h4> + +<p>And now, boys all, three words before we quit the subject. +I have put in this chapter on fighting, of malice +prepense,<a name="FNanchor_46_635" id="FNanchor_46_635"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_635" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> partly because I want to give you a true picture +of what every-day school life was in my time, and not a +kid-glove and go-to-meeting-coat-picture; and partly because +of the cant<a name="FNanchor_47_636" id="FNanchor_47_636"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_636" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> and twaddle that's talked of boxing +and fighting with fists nowadays. Even Thackeray has +given in to it; and only a few weeks ago there was some +rampant stuff in the <i>Times</i> on the subject, in an article +on field sports.</p> + +<p>Boys will quarrel, and when they quarrel will sometimes +fight. Fighting with fists is the natural and English way +for English boys to settle their quarrels. What substitute +for it is there, or ever was there, amongst any nation +under the sun? What would you like to see take its +place?</p> + +<p>Learn to box, then, as you learn to play cricket and +foot-ball. Not one of you will be the worse, but very +much the better for learning to box well. Should you +never have to use it in earnest, there is no exercise in the +world so good for the temper, and for the muscles of the +back and legs.</p> + +<p>As to fighting, keep out of it if you can by all means. +When the time comes, if it ever should, that you have to +say "Yes" or "No" to a challenge to fight, say "No" +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span> +if you can,—only take care you make it clear to yourselves +why you say "No." It's a proof of the highest +courage, if done from true Christian motives. It's quite +right and justifiable, if done from a simple aversion to +physical pain and danger. But don't say "No" because +you fear a licking, and say or think it's because you fear +God, for that's neither Christian nor honest. And if you +do fight, fight it out; and don't give in while you can +stand and see.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_590" id="Footnote_1_590"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_590"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Predicate</b>: say or assert.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_591" id="Footnote_2_591"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_591"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Bell's Life</b>: a London sporting journal.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_592" id="Footnote_3_592"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_592"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Tacitly</b>: without words, silently.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_593" id="Footnote_4_593"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_593"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Mill</b>: a set-to or fight.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_594" id="Footnote_5_594"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_594"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Dramatis personæ</b>: persons represented in a drama or in a story.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_595" id="Footnote_6_595"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_595"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Homer's Iliad</b>: a Greek epic poem relating the siege of Ilium or Troy.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_596" id="Footnote_7_596"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_596"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Hector</b>: a Trojan hero slain in the siege of Troy.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_597" id="Footnote_8_597"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_597"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Helen</b>: a beautiful Grecian princess whose abduction by Paris of +Troy caused the Trojan war.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_598" id="Footnote_9_598"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_598"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Coach</b>: teacher or tutor.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_599" id="Footnote_10_599"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_599"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Nem. con.</b>: no one objecting.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_600" id="Footnote_11_600"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_600"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Shell lesson</b>: a lesson for the shell, or lower fourth form or class.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_601" id="Footnote_12_601"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_601"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Chivalrous</b>: here, gallant, polite.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_602" id="Footnote_13_602"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_602"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> "Thou didst take my part with kindly admonitions, and restrain their +tongues with soft address and gentle words."—<i>Bryant's translation.</i></p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_603" id="Footnote_14_603"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_603"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Profane</b>: here, not sacred.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_604" id="Footnote_15_604"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_604"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Slogger</b>: a "slugger," a hard hitter.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_605" id="Footnote_16_605"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_605"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Summary</b>: quick, short.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_606" id="Footnote_17_606"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_606"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Sprats</b>: a kind of small fish.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_607" id="Footnote_18_607"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_607"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Unctuous</b>: fat, oily.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_608" id="Footnote_19_608"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_608"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Cut out</b>: prepared, ready.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_609" id="Footnote_20_609"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_609"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>To handle him and give him a knee</b>: to give him assistance +between the rounds of the fight.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_610" id="Footnote_21_610"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_610"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Amateurs</b>: here, those who enjoy and understand the art of pugilism, +without being proficient in it.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_611" id="Footnote_22_611"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_611"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Sodden</b>: here, soft.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_612" id="Footnote_23_612"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_612"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Tuck</b>: sweet stuff.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_613" id="Footnote_24_613"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_613"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Making play</b>: using.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_614" id="Footnote_25_614"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_614"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>Hard all</b>: do your best.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_615" id="Footnote_26_615"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_615"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Partisans</b>: adherents, "backers."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_616" id="Footnote_27_616"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_616"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>Thunder-and-lightning</b>: probably showy, flashy.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_617" id="Footnote_28_617"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_617"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>Feint</b>: make a pretended attack.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_618" id="Footnote_29_618"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_618"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <b>Frontispiece</b>: face.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_619" id="Footnote_30_619"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_619"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> <b>Parrying</b>: warding off.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_620" id="Footnote_31_620"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_620"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> <b>Lunging hits</b>: straight-out blows.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_621" id="Footnote_32_621"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_621"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <b>Counter</b>: to give a return blow.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_622" id="Footnote_33_622"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_622"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <b>Quarter</b>: to move about.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_623" id="Footnote_34_623"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_623"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <b>Blown</b>: out of breath.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_624" id="Footnote_35_624"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_624"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <b>Winded</b>: out of breath.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_625" id="Footnote_36_625"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_625"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <b>Use his head</b>: be more careful.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_626" id="Footnote_37_626"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_626"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <b>Pull</b>: advantage.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_627" id="Footnote_38_627"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_627"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> <b>Keep your head</b>: keep cool.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_628" id="Footnote_39_628"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_628"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> <b>Sponge</b>: in a pugilistic encounter the sponge is thrown up as an +acknowledgment of defeat.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_629" id="Footnote_40_629"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_629"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> <b>Go to Bath</b>: shut up; mind your business.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_630" id="Footnote_41_630"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_630"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> <b>Of his hands</b>: of sturdy make; able to use his fists.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_631" id="Footnote_42_631"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_631"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> <b>Turret</b>: a small tower.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_632" id="Footnote_43_632"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_632"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> <b>Gravelled</b>: embarrassed, confused.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_633" id="Footnote_44_633"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_633"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> <b>The science</b>: "the manly science of self-defence."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_634" id="Footnote_45_634"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_634"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> <b>Magnates</b>: here, the upper class boys.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_635" id="Footnote_46_635"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_635"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> <b>Malice prepense</b>: with deliberate purpose.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_636" id="Footnote_47_636"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_636"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> <b>Cant</b>: hypocritical or meaningless talk.</p></div> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<h3>FEVER IN THE SCHOOL.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"This is our hope for all that's mortal,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">And we too shall burst the bond;</span><br /> +Death keeps watch beside the portal,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">But 'tis life that dwells beyond."—<i>John Sterling.</i></span><br /> +</p></div> +</div> + +<p>Two years have passed since the events recorded in +the last chapter, and the end of the summer half-year +is again drawing on. Martin has left and gone on a +cruise in the South Pacific in one of his uncle's ships; the +old magpie, as disreputable as ever, his last bequest<a name="FNanchor_1_637" id="FNanchor_1_637"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_637" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> to +Arthur, lives in the joint study. Arthur is nearly sixteen, +and at the head of the twenty, having gone up the school +at the rate of a form a half-year. East and Tom have +been much more deliberate in their progress, and are only +a little way up the fifth form. Great strapping boys they +are, but still thorough boys, filling about the same place +in the house that young Brooke filled when they were +new boys, and much the same sort of fellows. Constant +intercourse with Arthur has done much for both of them, +especially for Tom; but much remains yet to be done, if +they are to get all the good out of Rugby which is to be +got there in these times. Arthur is still frail and delicate, +with more spirit than body; but, thanks to his +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span> +intimacy with them and Martin, has learned to swim, run, +and play cricket, and has never hurt himself by too much +reading.</p> + +<h4>DEATH IN THE SCHOOL.</h4> + +<p>One evening, as they were all sitting down to supper in +the fifth-form room, some one started a report that a fever +had broken out at one of the boarding-houses; "They +say," he added, "that Thompson is very ill, and that Dr. +Robertson has been sent for from Northampton."</p> + +<p>"Then we shall all be sent home," cried another. +"Hurrah! five weeks' extra holidays, and no fifth-form +examination."</p> + +<p>"I hope not," said Tom; " there'll be no Marylebone +match<a name="FNanchor_2_638" id="FNanchor_2_638"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_638" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> then at the end of the half."</p> + +<p>Some thought one thing, some another; many didn't +believe the report; but the next day, Tuesday, Dr. Robertson +arrived, and stayed all day, and had long conferences +with the Doctor.</p> + +<p>On Wednesday morning, after prayers, the Doctor addressed +the whole school. There were several cases of +fever in different houses, he said; but Dr. Robertson, +after the most careful examination, had assured him that +it was not infectious, and that if proper care were taken, +there could be no reason for stopping the school work +at present. The examinations were just coming on, and +it would be very unadvisable to break up now. However, +any boys who chose to do so were at liberty to write +home, and if their parents wished it, to leave at once. +He should send the whole school home if the fever spread.</p> + +<p>The next day Arthur sickened, but there was no other +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span> +case. Before the end of the week thirty or forty boys had +gone, but the rest stayed on. There was a general wish +to please the Doctor, and a feeling that it was cowardly +to run away.</p> + +<h4>THE DOCTOR'S SERMON.</h4> + +<p>On the Saturday Thompson died, in the bright afternoon, +while the cricket-match was going on as usual on +the big-side ground: the Doctor coming from his death-bed, +passed along the gravel-walk at the side of the close, but +no one knew what had happened till the next day. At +morning lecture it began to be rumored, and by afternoon +chapel was known generally; and a feeling of seriousness +and awe at the actual presence of death among them came +over the whole school. In the long years of his ministry +the Doctor perhaps never spoke words which sank deeper +than some of those in that day's sermon. "When I came +yesterday from visiting all but the very death-bed of him +who has been taken from us, and looked around upon all +the familiar objects and scenes within our own ground, +where your common amusements were going on with +your common cheerfulness and activity, I felt there was +nothing painful in witnessing that; it did not seem in +any way shocking or out of tune with those feelings +which the sight of a dying Christian must be supposed to +awaken. The unsuitableness in point of natural feeling +between scenes of mourning and scenes of liveliness did +not at all present itself. But I did feel that if at that +moment any of those faults had been brought before me +which sometimes occur amongst us; had I heard that any +of you had been guilty of falsehood, or of drunkenness, or +of any other such sin; had I heard from any quarter the +language of profaneness, or of unkindness, or of indecency; +had I heard or seen any signs of that wretched +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span> +folly which courts the laugh of fools by affecting not to +dread evil and not to care for good, then the unsuitableness +of any of these things with the scene I had just +quitted would indeed have been most intensely painful. +And why? Not because such things would really have +been worse than at any other time, but because at such a +moment the eyes are opened really to know good and evil, +because we then feel what it is so to live that death becomes +an infinite blessing, and what it is so to live also, +that it were good for us if we had never been born."</p> + +<p>Tom had gone into chapel in sickening anxiety about +Arthur, but he came out cheered and strengthened by +those grand words, and walked up alone to their study. +And when he sat down and looked round, and saw Arthur's +straw hat and cricket-jacket hanging on their +pegs, and marked all his neat little arrangements, not +one of which had been disturbed, the tears indeed rolled +down his cheeks; but they were calm and blessed tears, +and he repeated to himself, "Yes, Geordie's<a name="FNanchor_3_639" id="FNanchor_3_639"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_639" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> eyes are +opened—he knows what it is so to live that death becomes +an infinite blessing. But do I? O God, can I +bear to lose him?"</p> + +<h4>ARTHUR'S ILLNESS.</h4> + +<p>The week passed mournfully away. No more boys +sickened, but Arthur was reported worse each day, and his +mother arrived early in the week. Tom made many appeals +to be allowed to see him, and several times tried to +get up to the sick-room; but the housekeeper was always +in the way, and at last spoke to the Doctor, who kindly +but peremptorily forbade him.</p> + +<p>Thompson was buried on the Tuesday; and the burial +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span> +service, so soothing and grand always, but beyond all +words solemn when read over a boy's grave to his companions, +brought Tom much comfort, and many strange +new thoughts and longings. He went back to his regular +life, and played cricket and bathed as usual; it seemed to +him that this was the right thing to do, and the new +thoughts and longings became more brave and healthy for +the effort. The crisis came on Saturday, the day week +that Thompson had died; and during that long afternoon +Tom sat in his study reading his Bible, and going every +half hour to the housekeeper's room, expecting each time +to hear that the gentle and brave little spirit had gone +home. But God had work for Arthur to do; the crisis +passed—on Sunday evening he was declared out of danger; +on Monday he sent a message to Tom that he was +almost well, had changed his room, and was to be allowed +to see him the next day.</p> + +<p>It was evening when the housekeeper summoned him to +the sick-room. Arthur was lying on the sofa by the open +window, through which the rays of the western sun stole +gently, lighting up his white face and golden hair. Tom +remembered a German picture of an angel which he knew; +often had he thought how transparent and golden and +spirit-like it was; and he shuddered to think how like it +Arthur looked, and felt a shock as if his blood had all +stopped short, as he realized how near the other world his +friend must have been to look like that. Never till that +moment had he felt how his little chum had twined himself +round his heart-strings; and as he stole gently across +the room and knelt down, and put his arm round Arthur's +head on the pillow, he felt ashamed and half angry at his +own red and brown face, and the bounding sense of health +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span> +and power which filled every fibre of his body, and made +every movement of mere living a joy to him. He needn't +have troubled himself; it was this very strength and power +so different from his own which drew Arthur so to him.</p> + +<p>Arthur laid his thin, white hand, on which the blue +veins stood out so plainly, on Tom's great brown fist, and +smiled at him, and then looked out of the window again, +as if he couldn't bear to lose a moment of the sunset, into +the tops of the great feathery elms, round which the rooks +were circling and clanging, returning in flocks from their +evening's foraging-parties. The elms rustled, the sparrows +in the ivy just outside the window chirped and +fluttered about, quarrelling, and making it up again; the +rooks, young and old, talked in chorus; and the merry +shouts of the boys, and the sweet click of cricket-bats, +came up cheerily from below.</p> + +<h4>CONVALESCENCE.</h4> + +<p>"Dear George," said Tom, "I am so glad to be let up +to see you at last. I've tried hard to come so often, but +they wouldn't let me before."</p> + +<p>"Oh, I know, Tom; Mary has told me every day about +you, and how she was obliged to make the Doctor speak +to you to keep you away. I'm very glad you didn't get +up, for you might have caught it, and you couldn't stand +being ill with all the matches going on. And you're in +the eleven, too, I hear—I'm so glad."</p> + +<p>"Yes, isn't it jolly?" said Tom, proudly; "I'm ninth, +too. I made forty at the last pie-match,<a name="FNanchor_4_640" id="FNanchor_4_640"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_640" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> and caught three +fellows out. So I was put in above Jones and Tucker. +Tucker's so savage, for he was head of the twenty-two."</p> + +<p>"Well, I think you ought to be higher yet," said Arthur, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span> +who was as jealous for the renown of Tom in games, as Tom +was for his as a scholar.</p> + +<p>"Never mind, I don't care about cricket or anything +now you are getting well, Geordie; and I shouldn't have +hurt, I know, if they'd have let me come up,—nothing +hurts me. But you'll get about now, directly, won't you? +You won't believe how clean I've kept the study. All +your things are just as you left them; and I feed the old +magpie just when you used, though I have to come in +from big-side for him, the old rip. He won't look pleased +all I can do, and sticks his head first on one side and then +on the other, and blinks at me before he'll begin to eat, +till I'm half inclined to box his ears. And whenever East +comes in you should see him hop off to the window, dot +and go one,<a name="FNanchor_5_641" id="FNanchor_5_641"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_641" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> though Harry wouldn't touch a feather of +him now."</p> + +<p>Arthur laughed. "Old Gravey has a good memory; +he can't forget the sieges of poor Martin's den in old +times." He paused a moment and then went on. "You +can't think how often I've been thinking of old Martin +since I've been ill; I suppose one's mind gets restless, and +likes to wander off to strange, unknown places. I wonder +what queer new pets the old boy has got; how he must be +revelling in the thousand new birds, beasts, and fishes."</p> + +<p>Tom felt a pang of jealousy, but kicked it out in a +moment. "Fancy him on a South-sea island, with the +Cherokees or Patagonians, or some such wild niggers" +(Tom's ethnology<a name="FNanchor_6_642" id="FNanchor_6_642"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_642" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> and geography were faulty, but sufficient +for his needs); "they'll make the old Madman cock +medicine-man<a name="FNanchor_7_643" id="FNanchor_7_643"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_643" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> and tattoo him all over. Perhaps he's +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span> +cutting about now all blue, and has a squaw and a wigwam. +He'll improve their boomerangs,<a name="FNanchor_8_644" id="FNanchor_8_644"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_644" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> and be able to throw +them, too, without having old Thomas sent after him by +the Doctor to take them away."</p> + +<h4>MEMORIES.</h4> + +<p>Arthur laughed at the remembrance of the boomerang +story, but then looked grave again, and said: "He'll convert +all the island, I know."</p> + +<p>"Yes, if he doesn't blow it up first."</p> + +<p>"Do you remember, Tom, how you and East used to +laugh at him and chaff him, because he said he was sure +the rooks all had calling-over or prayers, or something of +that sort, when the locking-up bell rang? Well, I declare," +said Arthur, looking up seriously into Tom's laughing +eyes, "I do think he was right. Since I've been +lying here, I've watched them every night; and do you +know, they really do come and perch, all of them, just +about locking-up time; and then first there's a regular +chorus of caws, and then they stop a bit, and one old fellow, +or perhaps two or three in different trees, caw solos, +and then off they all go again, fluttering about and cawing +anyhow till they roost."</p> + +<p>"I wonder if the old blackies<a name="FNanchor_9_645" id="FNanchor_9_645"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_645" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> do talk," said Tom, looking +up at them. "How they must abuse me and East, +and pray for the Doctor for stopping the singing!"</p> + +<p>"There! look, look!" cried Arthur, "don't you see the +old fellow without a tail coming up? Martin used to call +him the 'clerk.'<a name="FNanchor_10_646" id="FNanchor_10_646"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_646" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> He can't steer himself. You never saw +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span> +such fun as he is in a high wind, when he can't steer himself +home, and gets carried right past the trees, and has +to bear up again and again before he can perch."</p> + +<p>The locking-up bell began to toll, and the two boys +were silent, and listened to it. The sound soon carried +Tom off to the river and the woods, and he began to go +over in his mind the many occasions on which he had +heard that toll coming faintly down the breeze, and had +to pack his rod in a hurry, and make a run for it, to get +in before the gates were shut. He was aroused with a +start from his memories by Arthur's voice, gentle and +weak from his late illness.</p> + +<p>"Tom, will you be angry if I talk to you very seriously?"</p> + +<p>"No, dear old boy, not I, but aren't you faint, Arthur, or +ill? What can I get you? Don't say anything to hurt +yourself now—you are very weak; let me come up again."</p> + +<p>"No, no, I sha'n't hurt myself; I'd sooner speak to you +now, if you don't mind. I've asked Mary to tell the Doctor +that you are with me, so you needn't go down to calling-over; +and I mayn't have another chance, for I shall +most likely have to go home for change of air to get well, +and mayn't come back this half."</p> + +<p>"Oh, do you think you must go away before the end of +the half? I'm so sorry. It's more than five weeks yet to +the holidays, and all the fifth-form examinations, and half +the cricket-matches to come yet. And what shall I do all +that time alone in our study? Why, Arthur, it will be +more than twelve weeks before I see you again. Oh, hang +it, I can't stand that! Besides, who's to keep me up to +working at the examination-books? I shall come out bottom +of the form, as sure as eggs is eggs."</p> + +<h4>MORE LESSONS.</h4> + +<p>Tom was rattling on, half in joke, half in earnest, for +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span> +he wanted to get Arthur out of his serious vein, thinking +it would do him harm; but Arthur broke in:—</p> + +<p>"Oh, please, Tom, stop, or you'll drive all I had to say +out of my head. And I'm already horribly afraid I'm +going to make you angry."</p> + +<p>"Don't gammon,<a name="FNanchor_11_647" id="FNanchor_11_647"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_647" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> young un," rejoined Tom (the use of +the old name, dear to him from old recollections, made +Arthur start and smile, and feel quite happy); "you +know you aren't afraid, and you've never made me angry +since the first month we chummed together. Now I'm +going to be quite sober for a quarter of an hour, which is +more than I am once in a year; so make the most of it; +heave ahead, and pitch into me right and left."</p> + +<p>"Dear Tom, I'm not going to pitch into you," said +Arthur, piteously; "and it seems so cocky in me to be +advising you, who've been my back-bone ever since I've +been at Rugby, and have made the school a paradise to +me. Ah, I see I shall never do it, unless I go head-over-heels +at once, as you said when you taught me to swim. +Tom, I want you to give up using Vulgus-books and +cribs."<a name="FNanchor_12_648" id="FNanchor_12_648"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_648" class="fnanchor">[12]</a></p> + +<p>Arthur sank back on to his pillow with a sigh, as if the +effort had been great; but the worst was now over, and he +looked straight at Tom, who was evidently taken aback. +He leant his elbows on his knees, and stuck his hands into +his hair, whistled a verse of "Billie Taylor," and then was +quite silent for another minute. Not a shade crossed his +face, but he was clearly puzzled. At last he looked up, +and caught Arthur's anxious look, took his hand, and said +simply:—</p> + +<p>"Why, young un?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span></p> +<p>"Because you're the honestest boy in Rugby, and that +isn't honest."</p> + +<p>"I don't see that."</p> + +<p>"What were you sent to Rugby for?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't know exactly—nobody ever told me. +I suppose because all boys are sent to a public-school in +England."</p> + +<p>"But what do you think yourself? What do you want +to do here and to carry away?"</p> + +<p>Tom thought a minute. "I want to be A 1 at cricket +and foot-ball, and all the other games, and to make my +hands keep my head against any fellow, lout or gentleman. +I want to get into the sixth before I leave, and to please +the Doctor; and I want to carry away just as much Latin +and Greek as will take me through Oxford respectably. +There now, young un, I never thought of it before, but +that's pretty much about my figure. Isn't it all on the +square? What have you got to say to that?"</p> + +<p>"Why, that you are pretty sure to do all that you want, +then."</p> + +<p>"Well, I hope so. But you've forgot one thing, what I +want to leave behind me. I want to leave behind me," +said Tom, speaking slow, and looking much moved, "the +name of a fellow who never bullied a little boy, or turned +his back on a big one."</p> + +<p>Arthur pressed his hand, and after a moment's silence +went on: "You say, Tom, you want to please the Doctor. +Now, do you want to please him by what he thinks you +do, or by what you really do?"</p> + +<p>"By what I really do, of course."</p> + +<p>"Does he think you use cribs and Vulgus-books?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span></p> +<p>Tom felt at once that his flank was turned,<a name="FNanchor_13_649" id="FNanchor_13_649"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_649" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> but he +couldn't give in. "He was at Winchester himself," said +he; "he knows all about it."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but does he think <i>you</i> use them? Do you think +he approves of it?"</p> + +<p>"You young villain!" said Tom, shaking his fist at +Arthur, half vexed and half pleased. "I never think +about it. Hang it—there, perhaps he doesn't. Well, I +suppose he doesn't."</p> + +<h4>TOM'S CONFESSIONS.</h4> + +<p>Arthur saw that he had got his point; he knew his +friend well, and was wise in silence as in speech. He +only said, "I would sooner have the Doctor's good opinion +of me as I really am than any man's in the world."</p> + +<p>After another minute, Tom began again; "Look here, +young un, how on earth am I to get time to play the +matches this half, if I give up cribs? We're in the middle +of that long crabbed chorus in the Agamemnon;<a name="FNanchor_14_650" id="FNanchor_14_650"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_650" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> I can +only just make head or tail of it with the crib. Then +there's Pericles' speech coming on in Thucydides, and 'The +Birds' to get up for the examination, besides the Tacitus." +Tom groaned at the thought of his accumulated labors. +"I say, young un, there's only five weeks or so left to +the holidays; mayn't I go on as usual for this half? I'll +tell the Doctor about it some day, or you may."</p> + +<p>Arthur looked out of the window; the twilight had +come on, and all was silent. He repeated, in a low voice, +"In this thing the Lord pardon thy servant, that when +my master goeth into the house of Rimmon, to worship +there, and he leaneth on my hand, and I bow down +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span> +myself in the house of Rimmon, when I bow down myself in +the house of Rimmon, the Lord pardon thy servant in this +thing."<a name="FNanchor_15_651" id="FNanchor_15_651"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_651" class="fnanchor">[15]</a></p> + +<p>Not a word more was said on the subject, and the boys +were again silent,—one of those blessed, short silences in +which the resolves which color a life are so often taken.</p> + +<h4>TOM OUT-GENERALLED.</h4> + +<p>Tom was the first to break it. "You've been very ill +indeed, haven't you, Geordie?" said he, with a mixture +of awe and curiosity, feeling as if his friend had been in +some strange place or scene, of which he could form no +idea, and full of the memory of his own thoughts during +the last week.</p> + +<p>"Yes, very. I'm sure the Doctor thought I was going +to die. He gave me the Sacrament last Sunday, and you +can't think what he is when one is ill. He said such brave, +and tender, and gentle things to me, I felt quite light and +strong after it, and never had any more fear. My mother +brought our old medical man, who attended me when I +was a poor sickly child; he said my constitution was quite +changed, and that I'm fit for anything now. If it hadn't, +I couldn't have stood three days of this illness. That's +all, thanks to you, and the games you've made me fond +of."</p> + +<p>"More thanks to old Martin," said Tom; "he's been +your real friend."</p> + +<p>"Nonsense, Tom; he never could have done for me +what you have."</p> + +<p>"Well, I don't know; I did little enough. Did they tell +you—you won't mind hearing it now, I know—that poor +Thompson died last week? The other three boys are +getting quite round, like you."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span></p> +<p>"Oh, yes, I heard of it."</p> + +<p>Then Tom, who was quite full of it, told Arthur of the +burial service in the chapel, and how it had impressed him +and, he believed, all the other boys. "And though the +Doctor never said a word about it," said he, "and it was +a half-holiday and match day, there wasn't a game played +in the close all the afternoon, and the boys all went about +as if it were Sunday."</p> + +<p>"I'm very glad of it," said Arthur. "But, Tom, I've +had such strange thoughts about death lately. I've never +told a soul of them, not even my mother. Sometimes I +think they're wrong, but, do you know, I don't think in my +heart I could be sorry at the death of any of my friends."</p> + +<p>Tom was taken quite aback. "What in the world is +the young un after now?" thought he; "I've swallowed a +good many of his crotchets, but this altogether beats me. +He can't be quite right in his head." He didn't want to +say a word, and shifted about uneasily in the dark; however, +Arthur seemed to be waiting for an answer, so at +last he said: "I don't think I quite see what you mean, +Geordie. One's told so often to think about death, that +I've tried it on sometimes, especially this last week. But +we won't talk of it now. I'd better go—you're getting +tired, and I shall do you harm."</p> + +<p>"No, no, indeed I'm not, Tom; you must stop till nine, +there's only twenty minutes. I've settled you shall stop +till nine. And oh! do let me talk to you—I must talk to +you. I see it's just as I feared. You think I'm half mad, +don't you now?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I did think it odd what you said, Geordie, as +you ask me."</p> + +<h4>ARTHUR'S FEVER.</h4> + +<p>Arthur paused a moment, and then said quickly, "I'll +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span> +tell you how it all happened. At first, when I was sent +to the sick-room, and found that I had really got the fever, +I was terribly frightened. I thought I should die, and I +could not face it for a moment. I don't think it was +sheer cowardice at first, but I thought how hard it was to +be taken away from my mother and sisters, and you all, +just as I was beginning to see my way to many things, and +to feel that I might be a man, and do a man's work. To +die without having fought, and worked, and given one's +life away, was too hard to bear. I got terribly impatient, +and accused God of injustice, and strove to justify myself; +and the harder I strove the deeper I sank. Then the +image of my dear father often came across me, but I +turned from it. Whenever it came, a heavy numbing +throb seemed to take hold of my heart, and say, 'Dead—dead—dead.' +And I cried out, 'The living, the living +shall praise Thee O God; the dead cannot praise Thee.<a name="FNanchor_16_652" id="FNanchor_16_652"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_652" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> +There is no work in the grave;<a name="FNanchor_17_653" id="FNanchor_17_653"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_653" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> in the night no man can +work. But I can work. I can do great things. I <i>will</i> +do great things. Why wilt thou slay me?' And so I +struggled and plunged, deeper and deeper, and went down +into a living black tomb. I was alone there, with no +power to stir or think; alone with myself; beyond the +reach of all human fellowship; beyond Christ's reach, I +thought, in my nightmare. You, who are brave and +bright and strong, can have no idea of that agony, pray to +God you never may. Pray as for your life."</p> + +<p>Arthur stopped—from exhaustion, Tom thought; but +what between his fear lest Arthur should hurt himself, +his awe, and longing for him to go on, he couldn't ask, or +stir to help him.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span></p> +<h4>ARTHUR'S VISION.</h4> + +<p>Presently he went on, but quite calm and slow. "I +don't know how long. I was in that state. For more than +a day, I know; for I was quite conscious, and lived my +outer life all the time, and took my medicines, and spoke +to my mother, and heard what they said. But I didn't +take much note of time; I thought time was over for me, +and that that tomb was what was beyond. Well, on last +Sunday morning, as I seemed to lie in that tomb, alone, +as I thought, forever and ever, the black dead wall was +cleft in two, and I was caught up and borne into the light +by some great power, some living mighty spirit. Tom, +do you remember the living creatures and the wheels in +Ezekiel?<a name="FNanchor_18_654" id="FNanchor_18_654"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_654" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> It was just like that: 'When they went, I heard +the noise of their wings, like the noise of great waters, +as the voice of the Almighty, the voice of speech, as the +noise of an host; when they stood, they let down their +wings'—'and they went every one straight forward;—whither +the spirit was to go they went, and they turned +not when they went.' And we rushed through the bright +air, which was full of myriads of living creatures, and +paused on the brink of a great river. And the power held +me up, and I knew that that great river was the grave, +and death dwelt there; but not the death I had met in +the black tomb,—that I felt was gone forever. For on +the other bank of the great river I saw men and women +and children rising up pure and bright, and the tears +were wiped from their eyes, and they put on glory and +strength, and all weariness and pain fell away. And +beyond were a multitude which no man could number, +and they worked at some great work; and they who +rose from the river went on and joined in the work. They +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span> +all worked, and each worked in a different way, +but all at the same work. And I saw there my father, +and the men in the old town whom I knew when I was a +child; many a hard stern man, who never came to church, +and whom they called atheist and infidel. There they +were, side by side with my father, whom I had seen toil +and die for them, and women and little children, and the +seal<a name="FNanchor_19_655" id="FNanchor_19_655"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_655" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> was on the foreheads of all. And I longed to see +what the work was, and could not; so I tried to plunge +into the river, for I thought I would join them, but I +could not. Then I looked about to see how they got into +the river. And this I could not see, but I saw myriads +on this side, and they too worked, and I knew that it was +the same work; and the same seal was on their foreheads. +And though I saw that there was toil and anguish in the +work of these, and that most that were working were +blind and feeble, yet I longed no more to plunge into the +river, but more and more to know what the work was. +And as I looked I saw my mother and my sisters, and I +saw the Doctor, and you, Tom, and hundreds more whom +I knew. And at last I saw myself, too, and I was toiling +and doing ever so little a piece of the great work. Then +it all melted away, and the power left me, and as it left +me I thought I heard a voice say: 'The vision is for an +appointed time; though it tarry, wait for it, for in the +end it shall speak and not lie, it shall surely come, it shall +not tarry.'<a name="FNanchor_20_656" id="FNanchor_20_656"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_656" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> It was early morning I know then, it was so +quiet and cool, and my mother was fast asleep in the +chair by my bedside; but it wasn't only a dream of mine. +I know it wasn't a dream. Then I fell into a deep sleep, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span> +and only woke after afternoon chapel; and the Doctor +came and gave me the Sacrament as I told you. I told +him and my mother I should get well—I knew I should; +but I couldn't tell them why. Tom," said Arthur, gently, +after another minute, "do you see why I could not grieve +now to see my dearest friend die? It can't be—it isn't +all fever or illness. God would never have let me see it +so clear if it wasn't true. I don't understand it all yet—it +will take me my life, and longer, to do that—to find +out what the work is."</p> + +<h4>ARTHUR'S MOTHER.</h4> + +<p>When Arthur stopped, there was a long pause. Tom +could not speak; he was almost afraid to breathe, lest he +should break the train of Arthur's thoughts. He longed +to hear more, and to ask questions. In another minute +nine o'clock struck, and a gentle tap at the door called +them both back into the world again. They did not answer, +however, for a moment, and so the door opened and +a lady came in, carrying a candle.</p> + +<p>She went straight to the sofa, and took hold of Arthur's +hand, and then stooped down and kissed him.</p> + +<p>"My dearest boy, you feel a little feverish again. Why +didn't you have lights? You've talked too much, and excited +yourself in the dark."</p> + +<p>"Oh, no, mother, you can't think how well I feel. I +shall start with you to-morrow for Devonshire. But, +mother, here's my friend, here's Tom Brown—you know +him?"</p> + +<p>"Yes indeed, I've known him for years," she said, and +held out her hand to Tom, who was now standing up behind +the sofa. This was Arthur's mother; tall, and slight, +and fair, with masses of golden hair drawn back from the +broad white forehead, and the calm blue eye meeting his +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span> +so deep and open,—the eye that he knew so well, for it +was his friend's over again, and the lovely tender mouth +that trembled while he looked. She stood there a woman +of thirty-eight, old enough to be his mother, and one +whose face showed the lines that must be written on the +faces of good men's wives and widows,—but he thought +he had never seen anything so beautiful. He couldn't +help wondering if Arthur's sisters were like her.</p> + +<p>Tom held her hand, and looked her straight in the face; +he could neither let it go nor speak.</p> + +<p>"Now, Tom," said Arthur, laughing, "where are your +manners? You'll stare my mother out of countenance." +Tom dropped the little hand with a sigh. "There, sit +down, both of you. Here, dearest mother, there's room +here," and he made a place on the sofa for her. "Tom, +you needn't go; I'm sure you won't be called up at first +lesson." Tom felt that he would risk being floored at +every lesson for the rest of his natural school-life sooner +than go; so sat down. "And now," said Arthur, "I have +realized one of the dearest wishes of my life,—to see you +two together."</p> + +<h4>TOM'S REWARDS.</h4> + +<p>And then he led away the talk to their home in Devonshire, +and the red bright earth, and the deep green combes,<a name="FNanchor_21_657" id="FNanchor_21_657"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_657" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> +and the peat<a name="FNanchor_22_658" id="FNanchor_22_658"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_658" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> streams like cairngorm<a name="FNanchor_23_659" id="FNanchor_23_659"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_659" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> pebbles, and the +wild moor<a name="FNanchor_24_660" id="FNanchor_24_660"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_660" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> with its high cloudy Tors<a name="FNanchor_25_661" id="FNanchor_25_661"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_661" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> for a giant background +to the picture,—till Tom got jealous, and stood +up for the clear chalk streams, and the emerald water +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span> +meadows and great elms and willows of the dear old +Royal county, as he gloried to call it. And the mother +sat on quiet and loving, rejoicing in their life. The +quarter-to-ten struck, and the bell rang for bed, before +they had well begun their talk as it seemed.</p> + +<p>Then Tom rose with a sigh to go.</p> + +<p>"Shall I see you in the morning, Geordie?" said he, as +he shook his friend's hand. "Never mind, though; you'll +be back next half, and I sha'n't forget the house of +Rimmon."</p> + +<p>Arthur's mother got up and walked with him to the +door, and there gave him her hand again, and again his +eyes met that deep loving look, which was like a spell +upon him. Her voice trembled slightly as she said, +"Good-night,—you are one who knows what our Father +has promised to the friend of the widow and the fatherless. +May He deal with you as you have dealt with me +and mine!"</p> + +<p>Tom was quite upset; he mumbled something about +owing everything good in him to Geordie—looked in her +face again, pressed her hand to his lips, and rushed down +stairs to his study, where he sat till old Thomas came +kicking at the door to tell him his allowance<a name="FNanchor_26_662" id="FNanchor_26_662"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_662" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> would be +stopped if he didn't go off to bed. (It would have been +stopped anyhow, but that he was a great favorite with +the old gentleman, who loved to come out in the afternoon +into the close to Tom's wicket, and bowl slow twisters<a name="FNanchor_27_663" id="FNanchor_27_663"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_663" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> +to him, and talk of the glories of bygone Surrey<a name="FNanchor_28_664" id="FNanchor_28_664"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_664" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> +heroes, with whom he had played in former generations.)</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span> +So Tom roused himself, and took up his candle to go to +bed; and then for the first time was aware of a beautiful +new fishing-rod, with old Eton's<a name="FNanchor_29_665" id="FNanchor_29_665"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_665" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> mark on it, and a splendidly +bound Bible, which lay on his table, on the title-page +of which was written: "<span class="smcap">Tom Brown</span>, from his +affectionate and grateful friends, Frances Jane Arthur; +George Arthur."</p> + +<p>I leave you all to guess how he slept, and what he +dreamt of.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_637" id="Footnote_1_637"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_637"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Bequest</b>: something given by will.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_638" id="Footnote_2_638"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_638"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Marylebone match</b> (merrybun): a match by the London cricket club +of that name. It is the leading cricket club of the world. The celebrated +Lord's grounds in London are its property.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_639" id="Footnote_3_639"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_639"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Geordie</b>: Georgie (his full name was George Arthur).</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_640" id="Footnote_4_640"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_640"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Pie-Match</b>: a match for a supper.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_641" id="Footnote_5_641"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_641"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Dot and go one</b>: with a skipping movement.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_642" id="Footnote_6_642"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_642"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Ethnology</b>: that science which treats of races of men.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_643" id="Footnote_7_643"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_643"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Cock medicine-man</b>: chief doctor.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_644" id="Footnote_8_644"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_644"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Boomerang</b>: a throw-stick in use as a weapon among the natives of +Australia. It is so shaped that when thrown at any object it returns to +the thrower.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_645" id="Footnote_9_645"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_645"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Blackies</b>: rooks.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_646" id="Footnote_10_646"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_646"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Clerk</b>: a clergyman's assistant—he reads the responses in the English +Church service.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_647" id="Footnote_11_647"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_647"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Gammon</b>: pretend.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_648" id="Footnote_12_648"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_648"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Cribs</b>: translations, "ponies."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_649" id="Footnote_13_649"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_649"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>His flank was turned</b>: he was taken at a disadvantage.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_650" id="Footnote_14_650"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_650"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Agamemnon</b>, etc.: a Greek tragedy. Thucydides was a Greek historian; +"The Birds," a Greek comedy; Tacitus, a Latin historian.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_651" id="Footnote_15_651"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_651"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> 2 Kings v. 18.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_652" id="Footnote_16_652"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_652"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> Isa. xxxviii. 19.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_653" id="Footnote_17_653"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_653"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> Eccl. ix. 10.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_654" id="Footnote_18_654"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_654"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> Ezek. i. 24.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_655" id="Footnote_19_655"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_655"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Seal</b>: here, mark of acceptance.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_656" id="Footnote_20_656"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_656"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> Hab. ii. 3.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_657" id="Footnote_21_657"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_657"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Combes</b>: valleys.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_658" id="Footnote_22_658"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_658"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Peat</b>: a kind of turf used as fuel.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_659" id="Footnote_23_659"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_659"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Cairngorm</b>: a yellow or brown variety of crystallized quartz found in +Cairngorm, Scotland.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_660" id="Footnote_24_660"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_660"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Moor</b>: an extensive waste plain covered with heath.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_661" id="Footnote_25_661"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_661"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>Tors</b>: high-pointed hills or rocks.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_662" id="Footnote_26_662"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_662"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Allowance</b>: spending-money.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_663" id="Footnote_27_663"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_663"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>Twisters</b>: balls thrown with a twisting motion.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_664" id="Footnote_28_664"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_664"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>Surrey</b>: a county in the south of England.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_665" id="Footnote_29_665"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_665"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <b>Eton</b>: a noted maker of fishing-rods, etc.</p></div> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + +<h3>HARRY EAST'S DILEMMAS AND DELIVERANCES.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"The Holy Supper is kept indeed,<br /> +In whatso we share with another's need—<br /> +Not that which we give, but what we share,<br /> +For the gift without the giver is bare:<br /> +Who bestows himself with his alms feeds three,<br /> +Himself, his hungering neighbor, and Me."<br /> +</p></div> +<p style='text-align:right'><i>Lowell</i>, "<i>The Vision of Sir Launfal.</i>"</p> +</div> + +<h4>TOM SPRINGS HIS MINE.</h4> + +<p>The next morning, after breakfast, Tom, East, and +Gower met as usual to learn their second lessons +together. Tom had been considering how to break his +proposal of giving up the crib to the others, and having +found no better way (as indeed none better can ever be +found by man or boy), told them simply what had happened; +how he had been to see Arthur, who had talked +to him upon the subject, and what he had said; and for +his part he had made up his mind, and wasn't going to +use cribs any more; and being quite sure of his ground, +took the high and pathetic tone, and was proceeding to +say, "how, that, having learned his lessons with them for +so many years, it would grieve him much to put an end to +the arrangement, and he hoped at any rate that, if they +wouldn't go on with him, they should still be just as good +friends, and respect one another's motives—but——"</p> + +<p>Here the other boys, who had been listening with open +eyes and ears, burst in:—</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span> +"Stuff and nonsense!" cried Gower. " Here, East, get +down the crib and find the place."</p> + +<p>"Oh, Tommy, Tommy!" said East, proceeding to do as +he was bidden, "that it should ever have come to this. I +knew Arthur'd be the ruin of you some day, and you of +me. And now the time's come"—and he made a doleful +face.</p> + +<p>"I don't know about ruin," answered Tom; "I know +that you and I would have had the sack<a name="FNanchor_1_666" id="FNanchor_1_666"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_666" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> long ago, if it +hadn't been for him. And you know it as well as I."</p> + +<p>"Well, we were in a baddish way before he came, I +own; but this new crotchet of his is past a joke."</p> + +<p>"Let's give it a trial, Harry; come—you know how +often he has been right and we wrong."</p> + +<p>"Now, don't you two be jawing away about young +Squaretoes,"<a name="FNanchor_2_667" id="FNanchor_2_667"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_667" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> struck in Gower. "He's no end of a sucking +wiseacre,<a name="FNanchor_3_668" id="FNanchor_3_668"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_668" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> I dare say, but we've no time to lose, and I've +got the fives'-court at half-past nine."</p> + +<p>"I say, Gower," said Tom, appealingly, "be a good +fellow, and let's try if we can't get on without the crib."</p> + +<p>"What! in this chorus?<a name="FNanchor_4_669" id="FNanchor_4_669"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_669" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> Why, we sha'n't get through +ten lines."</p> + +<p>"I say, Tom," cried East, having hit on a new idea, +"don't you remember, when we were in the upper fourth, +and old Momus<a name="FNanchor_5_670" id="FNanchor_5_670"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_670" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> caught me construing off the leaf of +a crib which I'd torn out and put in my book, and which +would float out on to the floor, he sent me up to be flogged +for it?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span></p> +<p>"Yes, I remember it very well."</p> + +<p>"Well, the Doctor, after he'd flogged me, told me himself +that he didn't flog me for using a translation, but for +taking it into lesson, and using it there, when I hadn't +learnt a word before I came in. He said there was no +harm in using a translation to get a clew to hard passages, +if you tried all you could first to make them out without."</p> + +<p>"Did he, though?" said Tom, "then Arthur must be +wrong."</p> + +<p>"Of course he is," said Gower, "the little prig! We'll +only use the crib when we can't construe without it. Go +ahead, East."</p> + +<h4>RESULTS OF THE EXPLOSION.</h4> + +<p>And on this agreement they started: Tom, satisfied with +having made this confession, and not sorry to have a <i>locus +penitentiæ</i>,<a name="FNanchor_6_671" id="FNanchor_6_671"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_671" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> and not to be deprived altogether of the use of +his old and faithful friend.</p> + +<p>The boys went on as usual, each taking a sentence in +turn, and the crib being handed to the one whose turn it +was to construe. Of course Tom couldn't object to this, +as was it not simply lying there to be appealed to in case +the sentence should prove too hard altogether for the construer? +But it must be owned that Gower and East did +not make very tremendous exertions to conquer their sentences +before having recourse to its help. Tom, however, +with the most heroic virtue and gallantry rushed into his +sentence, searching in a high-minded manner for nominative +and verb, and turning over his dictionary frantically +for the first hard word that stopped him. But in the +meantime Gower, who was bent on getting to fives, would +peep quietly into the crib, and then suggest, "Don't you +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span> +think this is the meaning?" "I think you must take it +this way, Brown;" and as Tom didn't see his way to not +profiting by these suggestions, the lesson went on about as +quickly as usual, and Gower was able to start for fives'-court +within five minutes of the half-hour.</p> + +<p>When Tom and East were left face to face, they looked +at one another for a minute, Tom puzzled and East chock-full +of fun, and then burst into a roar of laughter.</p> + +<h4>THE ENEMY'S DEFENCE.</h4> + +<p>"Well, Tom," said East, recovering himself, "I don't +see any objection to the new way. It's about as good as +the old one, I think; besides the advantage it gives one +of feeling virtuous, and looking down on one's neighbors."</p> + +<p>Tom shoved his hand into his back hair. "I'm not so +sure," said he; "you two fellows carried me off my legs; +I don't really think we tried one sentence fairly. Are +you sure you remember what the Doctor said to you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes. And I'll swear I couldn't make out one of my +sentences to-day. No, nor ever could. I really don't +remember," said East, speaking slowly and impressively, +"to have come across one Latin or Greek sentence this +half that I could go and construe by the light of nature. +Whereby I am sure Providence intended cribs to be used."</p> + +<p>"The thing to find out," said Tom, meditatively, "is +how long one ought to grind at a sentence without looking +at the crib. Now, I think, if one fairly looks out all +the words one doesn't know, and then can't hit it, that's +enough."</p> + +<p>"To be sure, Tommy," said East, demurely, but with a +merry twinkle in his eye. "Your new doctrine, too, old +fellow," added he, "when one comes to think of it, is a +cutting at the root of all school morality. You'll take +away mutual help, brotherly love, or, in the vulgar tongue, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span> +'giving construes,' which I hold to be one of our highest +virtues. For how can you distinguish between getting a +construe from another boy and using a crib? Hang it, +Tom, if you're going to deprive all our school-fellows of +the chance of exercising Christian benevolence and being +good Samaritans, I shall cut the concern."</p> + +<p>"I wish you wouldn't joke about it, Harry. It's hard +enough to see one's way, a precious sight harder than I +thought last night. But I suppose there's a use and an +abuse of both, and one'll get straight enough somehow. +But you can't make out anyhow that one has a right to +use old Vulgus-books and copy-books."</p> + +<p>"Hullo, more heresy! How fast a fellow goes down +hill when once he gets his head before his legs! Listen +to me, Tom. Not use old Vulgus-books! Why, you +Goth,<a name="FNanchor_7_672" id="FNanchor_7_672"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_672" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> aren't we to take the benefit of the wisdom, and +admire and use the work of past generations? Not use +old copy-books! Why, you might as well say we ought to +pull down Westminster Abbey, and put up a go-to-meeting-shop +with churchwarden windows;<a name="FNanchor_8_673" id="FNanchor_8_673"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_673" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> or never read +Shakespeare, but only Sheridan Knowles.<a name="FNanchor_9_674" id="FNanchor_9_674"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_674" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> Think of all +the work and labor that our predecessors have bestowed +on these very books, and are we to make their work of no +value?"</p> + +<p>"I say, Harry, please don't chaff; I'm really serious."</p> + +<p>"And, then, is it not our duty to consult the pleasure +of others rather than our own; and, above all, that of our +masters? Fancy, then, the difference to them in looking +over a Vulgus which has been carefully touched and +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span> +retouched by themselves and others, and which must bring +them a sort of dreamy pleasure, as if they'd met the +thought or expression of it somewhere or another,—before +they were born, perhaps,—and that of cutting up, and making +picture-frames round all your and my false quantities +and other monstrosities. Why, Tom, you wouldn't be so +cruel as never to let old Momus hum over the 'O genus +humanum' again, and then look up doubtingly through +his spectacles, and end by smiling and giving three extra +marks for it; just for old sake's sake, I suppose."</p> + +<p>"Well," said Tom, getting up in something as like a +huff as he was capable of, "it's deuced hard that when a +fellow's really trying to do what he ought, his best friends'll +do nothing but chaff him and try to put him down." And +he stuck his books under his arm, and his hat on his head, +preparatory to rushing out into the quadrangle, to testify +with his own soul of the faithlessness of friendships.</p> + +<p>"Now don't be an ass, Tom," said East, catching hold +of him; "you know me well enough by this time; my +bark's worse than my bite. You can't expect to ride your +new crotchet without anybody's trying to make him kick +you off: especially as we shall have to go on foot still. +But now sit down, and let's go over it again. I'll be as +serious as a judge."</p> + +<p>Then Tom sat himself down on the table, and waxed +eloquent about all the righteousness and advantages of the +new plan, as was his wont whenever he took up anything; +going into it as if his life depended upon it, and sparing +no abuse which he could think of, of the opposite method, +which he denounced as ungentlemanly, cowardly, mean, +lying, and no one knows what besides. "Very cool of +Tom," as East thought, but didn't say, "seeing as how +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_330" id="Page_330">[Pg 330]</a></span> +he only came out of Egypt<a name="FNanchor_10_675" id="FNanchor_10_675"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_675" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> himself last night at bed-time."</p> + +<p>"Well, Tom," said he, at last, "you see, when you and I +came to school there were none of these sort of notions. +You may be right—I dare say you are. Only what one +has always felt about the masters is that it's a fair trial of +skill and last<a name="FNanchor_11_676" id="FNanchor_11_676"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_676" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> between us and them—like a match at foot-ball, +or a battle. We're natural enemies in school, that's +the fact. We've got to learn so much Latin and Greek +and do so many verses, and they've got to see that we do +it. If we can slip the collar, and do so much less without +getting caught, that's one to us. If they can get more out +of us, or catch us shirking, that's one to them. All's fair +in war, but lying. If I run my luck against theirs, and go +into school without looking at my lessons, and don't get +called up, why am I a snob<a name="FNanchor_12_677" id="FNanchor_12_677"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_677" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> or a sneak? I don't tell the +master I've learnt it. He's got to find out whether I have +or not; what's he paid for? If he calls me up, and I get +floored, he makes me write it out in Greek and English. +Very good; he's caught me, and I don't grumble. I grant +you, if I go and snivel to him, and tell him I've really tried +to learn it, but found it so hard without a translation, or +say I've had a toothache, or any humbug of that kind, I'm +a snob. That's my school morality; it's served me, and +you too, Tom, for the matter of that, these five years. +And it's all clear and fair, no mistake about it. We +understand it, and they understand it, and I don't know +what we're to come to with any other."</p> + +<h4>THE TRUCE.</h4> + +<p>Tom looked at him pleased, and a little puzzled. He +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_331" id="Page_331">[Pg 331]</a></span> +had never heard East speak his mind seriously before, and +couldn't help feeling how completely he had hit his own +theory and practice up to that time.</p> + +<p>"Thank you, old fellow," said he. "You're a good +old brick to be serious and not put out with me. I said +more than I meant, I dare say, only you see I know I'm +right; whatever you and Gower and the rest do, I shall +hold on—I must. And as it's all new and an up-hill game, +you see, one must hit hard and hold on tight at first."</p> + +<p>"Very good," said East; "hold on and hit away, only +don't hit under the line."<a name="FNanchor_13_678" id="FNanchor_13_678"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_678" class="fnanchor">[13]</a></p> + +<p>"But I must bring you over, Harry, or I sha'n't be +comfortable. Now, I'll allow all you've said. We've +always been honorable enemies with the masters. We +found a state of war when we came, and went into it of +course. Only don't you think things are altered a good +deal? I don't feel as I used to the masters. They seem +to me to treat one quite differently."</p> + +<p>"Yes, perhaps they do," said East; "there's a new set, +you see, mostly, who don't feel sure of themselves yet. +They don't want to fight till they know the ground."</p> + +<p>"I don't think it's only that," said Tom. "And then +the Doctor, he does treat one so openly, and like a +gentleman, and as if one was working with him."</p> + +<p>"Well, so he does," said East; "he's a splendid fellow, +and when I get into the sixth I shall act accordingly. +Only you know he has nothing to do with our lessons +now, except examining us. I say, though, "looking at +his watch, "it's just the quarter. Come along."</p> + +<h4>ARTHUR GOES HOME.</h4> + +<p>As they walked out they got a message, to say "that +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_332" id="Page_332">[Pg 332]</a></span> +Arthur was just starting and would like to say good-bye"; +so they went down to the private entrance of the +School-house, and found an open carriage, with Arthur +propped up with pillows in it, looking already better, Tom +thought.</p> + +<p>They jumped up on to the steps to shake hands with +him, and Tom mumbled thanks for the presents he had +found in his study, and looked round anxiously for +Arthur's mother.</p> + +<p>East, who had fallen back into his usual humor, looked +quaintly at Arthur, and said:—</p> + +<p>"So you've been at it again, through that hot-headed +convert of yours there. He's been making our lives a +burden to us all the morning about using cribs. I shall +get floored to a certainty at second lesson, if I'm called up."</p> + +<p>Arthur blushed and looked down. Tom struck in:—</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's all right. He's converted already; he always +comes through the mud, after us, grumbling and spluttering."</p> + +<p>The clock struck, and they had to go off to school, +wishing Arthur a pleasant holiday, Tom lingering behind +a moment to send his thanks and love to Arthur's +mother.</p> + +<h4>THE SIEGE REOPENS.</h4> + +<p>Tom renewed the discussion after second lesson, and +succeeded so far as to get East to promise to give the new +plan a fair trial.</p> + +<p>Encouraged by his success, in the evening, when they +were sitting alone in the large study, where East lived +now almost, "vice<a name="FNanchor_14_679" id="FNanchor_14_679"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_679" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> Arthur on leave," after examining +the new fishing-rod, which both pronounced to be the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_333" id="Page_333">[Pg 333]</a></span> +genuine article ("play<a name="FNanchor_15_680" id="FNanchor_15_680"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_680" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> enough to throw a midge<a name="FNanchor_16_681" id="FNanchor_16_681"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_681" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> tied on +a single hair against the wind, and strength enough to +hold a grampus<a name="FNanchor_17_682" id="FNanchor_17_682"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_682" class="fnanchor">[17]</a>") they naturally began talking about +Arthur. Tom, who was still bubbling over with last night's +scene and all the thoughts of the last week, and wanting +to clinch and fix the whole in his own mind, which he +could never do without first going through the process of +belaboring somebody else with it all, suddenly rushed +into the subject of Arthur's illness, and what he had said +about death.</p> + +<p>East had given him the desired opening; after a seriocomic +grumble, "that life wasn't worth having now they +were tied to a young beggar who was always 'raising his +standard';<a name="FNanchor_18_683" id="FNanchor_18_683"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_683" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> and that he, East, was like a prophet's donkey, +who was obliged to struggle on after the donkey-man who +went after the prophet; that he had none of the pleasure +of starting the new crotchets, and didn't half understand +them, but had to take the kicks and carry the luggage as +if he had all the fun," he threw his legs up on to the sofa, +and put his hands behind his head, and said:—</p> + +<p>"Well, after all, he's the most wonderful little fellow I +ever came across. There isn't such a meek, humble boy +in the school. Hanged if I don't think now really, Tom, +that he believes himself a much worse fellow than you or +I, and that he doesn't think he has more influence in the +house than Dot Bowles, who came last quarter, and isn't +ten yet. But he turns you and me round his little finger, +old boy—there's no mistake about that." And East nodded +at Tom sagaciously.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_334" id="Page_334">[Pg 334]</a></span> +"Now or never!" thought Tom; so, shutting his eyes +and hardening his heart, he went straight at it, repeating +all that Arthur had said, as near as he could remember it, +in the very words, and all he had himself thought. The +life seemed to ooze out of it as he went on, and several +times he felt inclined to stop, give it all up, and change +the subject. But somehow he was borne on, he had a +necessity upon him to speak it all out, and did so. At the +end he looked at East with some anxiety, and was delighted +to see that that young gentleman was thoughtful +and attentive. The fact is, that in the stage of his inner +life at which Tom had lately arrived, his intimacy with +and friendship for East could not have lasted if he had +not made him aware of, and a sharer in, the thoughts that +were beginning to exercise him. Nor indeed could the +friendship have lasted if East had shown no sympathy +with these thoughts; so that it was a great relief to have +unbosomed himself, and to have found that his friend +could listen.</p> + +<h4>FRIENDSHIP.</h4> + +<p>Tom had always had a sort of instinct that East's levity +was only skin-deep; and this instinct was a true one. +East had no want of reverence for anything that he felt +to be real, but he was one of those natures that burst into +what is generally called recklessness and impiety the +moment they feel that anything is being poured upon +them for their good, which does not come home to their +inborn sense of right, or which appeals to anything like +self-interest in them. Daring and honest by nature, and +outspoken to an extent which alarmed all respectabilities, +with a constant fund of animal health and spirits which +he did not feel bound to curb in any way, he had gained +for himself with the steady part of the school (including +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_335" id="Page_335">[Pg 335]</a></span> +as well those who wished to appear steady as those who +really were so) the character of a boy with whom it would +be dangerous to be intimate; while his own hatred of everything +cruel, or underhand, or false, and his hearty respect +for what he could see to be good and true, kept off the +rest.</p> + +<p>Tom, besides being very like East in many points of +character, had largely developed in his composition the +capacity for taking the weakest side. This is not putting +it strongly enough; it was a necessity with him; he +couldn't help it any more than he could eating or drinking. +He could never play on the strongest side with any +heart at foot-ball or cricket, and was sure to make friends +with any boy who was unpopular, or down on his luck.</p> + +<p>Now, though East was not what is generally called unpopular, +Tom felt more and more every day, as their characters +developed, that he stood alone, and did not make +friends among their contemporaries; and therefore sought +him out. Tom was himself much more popular, for his +power of detecting humbug was much less acute, and his +instincts were much more sociable. He was at this period +of his life, too, largely given to taking people for what +they gave themselves out to be; but his singleness of +heart, fearlessness and honesty were just what East appreciated, +and thus the two had been drawn into great +intimacy.</p> + +<p>This intimacy had been interrupted by Tom's guardianship +of Arthur.</p> + +<h4>FRIENDSHIP TESTED.</h4> + +<p>East had often, as has been said, joined them in reading +the Bible, but their discussion had almost always +turned upon the characters of the men and women of +whom they read, and not become personal to themselves. +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_336" id="Page_336">[Pg 336]</a></span> +In fact, the two had shrunk from personal religious discussion, +not knowing how it might end; and fearful of +risking a friendship very dear to both, and which they +felt somehow, without quite knowing why, would never +be the same, but either tenfold stronger or sapped<a name="FNanchor_19_684" id="FNanchor_19_684"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_684" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> at its +foundation, after such communing together.</p> + +<p>What a bother all this explaining is! I wish we could +get on without it. But we can't. However, you'll all +find, if you haven't found it out already, that a time +comes in every human friendship when you must go down +into the depths of yourself, and lay bare what is there to +your friend, and wait in fear for his answer. A few moments +may do it; and it may be (most likely will be, as +you are English boys) that you will never do it but once. +But done it must be, if the friendship is to be worth the +name. You must find what is there, at the very root and +bottom of one another's hearts; and if you are at one +there, nothing on earth can, or at least ought to, sunder +you.</p> + +<h4>EAST'S CONFESSIONS.</h4> + +<p>East had remained lying down until Tom finished +speaking, as if fearing to interrupt him; he now sat up +at the table and leant his head on one hand, taking up a +pencil with the other, and working little holes with it in +the table cover. After a bit he looked up, stopped the +pencil, and said: "Thank you very much, old fellow; +there's no other boy in the house would have done it for +me but you or Arthur. I can see well enough," he went +on, after a pause, "all the best big fellows look on me +with suspicion; they think I'm a devil-may-care, reckless +young scamp. So I am,—eleven hours out of twelve,—but +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_337" id="Page_337">[Pg 337]</a></span> +not the twelfth. Then all our contemporaries worth +knowing follow suit, of course; we're very good friends at +games and all that, but not a soul of them but you +and Arthur ever tried to break through the crust, and +see whether there was anything at the bottom of me: +and then the bad ones I won't stand, and they know +that."</p> + +<p>"Don't you think that's half fancy, Harry?"</p> + +<p>"Not a bit of it," said East, bitterly, pegging away +with his pencil. "I see it all plain enough. Bless you, you +think everybody's as straightforward and kind-hearted as +you are."</p> + +<p>"Well, but what's the reason of it? There must be a +reason. You can play all the games as well as any one, +and sing the best songs, and are the best company in the +house. You fancy you're not liked, Harry. It's all fancy."</p> + +<p>"I only wish it was, Tom. I know I could be popular +enough with all the bad ones, but that I won't have, and +the good ones won't have me."</p> + +<p>"Why not?" persisted Tom; "you don't drink or +swear, or get out at night; you never bully, or cheat at +lessons. If you only showed you liked it, you'd have all +the best fellows in the house running after you."</p> + +<p>"Not I," said East. Then, with an effort, he went on: +"I'll tell you what it is. I never stop during the Sacrament. +I can see, from the Doctor downward, how that +tells against me."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I've seen that," said Tom, "and I've been very +sorry for it, and Arthur and I have talked about it. I've +often thought of speaking to you, but it's so hard to begin +on such subjects. I'm very glad you've opened it. Now, +why don't you!"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_338" id="Page_338">[Pg 338]</a></span> +"I've never been confirmed,"<a name="FNanchor_20_685" id="FNanchor_20_685"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_685" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> said East.</p> + +<p>"Not been confirmed!" said Tom, in astonishment. +"I never thought of that. Why weren't you confirmed +with the rest of us nearly three years ago? I always +thought you'd been confirmed at home."</p> + +<p>"No," answered East, sorrowfully; "you see this was how +it happened. Last confirmation was soon after Arthur came, +and you were so taken up with him, I hardly saw either of +you. Well, when the Doctor sent round for us about it, I +was living mostly with Green's set—you know the sort. +They all went in—I dare say it was all right, and they got +good by it; I don't want to judge them. Only all I could +see of their reasons drove me just the other way. 'Twas 'because +the Doctor liked it'; no boy got on who didn't stay +the Sacrament; it was 'the correct thing,' in fact, like +having a good hat to wear on Sundays. I couldn't stand +it. I didn't feel that I wanted to lead a different life, I was +very well content as I was, and I wasn't going to sham +religious to curry favor<a name="FNanchor_21_686" id="FNanchor_21_686"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_686" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> with the Doctor, or any one else."</p> + +<p>East stopped speaking, and pegged away more diligently +than ever with his pencil. Tom was ready to cry. He +felt half sorry at first that he had been confirmed himself. +He seemed to have deserted his earliest friend, to have +left him by himself at his worst need for those long years. +He got up and went and sat by East, and put his arm +over his shoulder.</p> + +<p>"Dear old boy," he said, "how careless and selfish I've +been! But why didn't you come and talk to Arthur and +me?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_339" id="Page_339">[Pg 339]</a></span></p> +<p>"I wish to Heaven I had," said East, "but I was a fool. +It's too late talking of it now."</p> + +<p>"Why too late? You want to be confirmed now, don't +you?"</p> + +<p>"I think so," said East. "I've thought about it a good +deal; only often I fancy I must be changing, because I see +it's to do me good here—just what stopped me last time. +And then I go back again."</p> + +<h4>TOM'S PRESCRIPTION.</h4> + +<p>"I'll tell you now how 'twas with me," said Tom, warmly. +"If it hadn't been for Arthur, I should have done just as +you did. I hope I should. I honor you for it. But then he +made it out just as if it was taking the weak side before +all the world—going in once for all against everything +that's strong and rich and proud and respectable, a little +band of brothers against the whole world. And the Doctor +seemed to say so, too, only he said a great deal more."</p> + +<p>"Ah!" groaned East, "but there again, that's just another +of my difficulties whenever I think about the matter. +I don't want to be one of your saints, one of your +elect,<a name="FNanchor_22_687" id="FNanchor_22_687"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_687" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> whatever the right phrase is. My sympathies are +all the other way; with the many, the poor wretches who +run about the streets and don't go to church. Don't +stare, Tom; mind, I'm telling you all that's in my heart,—as +far as I know it,—but it's all a muddle. You must be +gentle with me if you want to land me.<a name="FNanchor_23_688" id="FNanchor_23_688"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_688" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> Now I've seen a +deal of this sort of religion: I was bred up in it, and I +can't stand it. If nineteen-twentieths of the world are to +be left to uncovenanted mercies,<a name="FNanchor_24_689" id="FNanchor_24_689"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_689" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> and that sort of thing, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_340" id="Page_340">[Pg 340]</a></span> +which means in plain English to go to destruction and the +other twentieth are to rejoice at it all, why—"</p> + +<p>"Oh I but, Harry, they're not, they don't," broke in +Tom, really shocked. "Oh! how I wish Arthur hadn't +gone! I'm such a fool about these things. But it's all +you want, too, East; it is indeed. It cuts both ways +somehow—being confirmed and taking the Sacrament. It +makes you feel on the side of all the good and all the bad, +too, of everybody in the world. Only there's some great, +dark, strong power, which is crushing you and everybody +else. That's what Christ conquered, and we've got to +fight. What a fool I am. I can't explain. If Arthur +were only here!"</p> + +<p>"I begin to get a glimmering of what you mean," said +East.</p> + +<p>"I say, now," said Tom, eagerly, "do you remember +how we both hated Flashman?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I do," said East; "I hate him still. What +then?"</p> + +<p>"Well, when I came to take the Sacrament, I had a +great struggle about that. I tried to put him out of my +head; and when I couldn't do that, I tried to think of him +as evil, as something that the Lord who was loving me +hated, and which I might hate too. But it wouldn't do. +I broke down; I believe Christ himself broke me down; +and when the Doctor gave me the bread and wine, and +leaned over me praying, I prayed for poor Flashman, as if +it had been you or Arthur."</p> + +<p>East buried his face in his hands on the table. Tom could +feel the table tremble. At last he looked up. "Thank +you again, Tom," said he; "you don't know what you may +have done for me to-night. I think I see now how the +right sort of sympathy with poor wretches is got at."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_341" id="Page_341">[Pg 341]</a></span> +"And you'll stop for the Sacrament next time, won't +you?" said Tom.</p> + +<p>"Can I, before I'm confirmed?"</p> + +<p>"Go and ask the Doctor."</p> + +<p>"I will."</p> + +<p>That very night, after prayers, East followed the Doctor +and the old verger bearing the candle, up stairs. Tom +watched and saw the Doctor turn round when he heard +foot-steps following him closer than usual, and say "Hah, +East! Do you want to speak to me, my man?"</p> + +<p>"If you please, sir;" and the private door closed, and +Tom went to his study in a state of great trouble of mind.</p> + +<h4>THE EFFECT THEREOF.</h4> + +<p>It was almost an hour before East came back; then he +rushed in breathless.</p> + +<p>"Well, it's all right," he shouted, seizing Tom by the +hand. "I feel as if a ton weight were off my mind."</p> + +<p>"Hurrah!" said Tom. "I knew it would be, but tell +us all about it."</p> + +<p>"Well I just told him all about it. You can't think +how kind and gentle he was,—the great grim man, whom +I've feared more than anybody on earth. When I stuck, +he lifted me, just as if I had been a little child. And he +seemed to know all I'd felt, and to have gone through it +all. And I burst out crying,—more than I have done +this five years,—and he sat down by me, and stroked my +head; and I went blundering on, and told him all; much +worse things than I've told you. And he wasn't shocked +a bit, and didn't snub me, or tell me I was a fool, and it +was all nothing but pride or wickedness, though I dare +say it was. And he didn't tell me not to follow out my +thoughts, and he didn't give me any cut-and-dried explanation. +But when I'd done he just talked a bit,—I +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_342" id="Page_342">[Pg 342]</a></span> +can hardly remember what he said, yet; but it seemed to +spread round me like healing, and strength, and light; +and to bear me up, and plant me on a rock, where I could +hold my footing, and fight for myself. I don't know what +to do, I feel so happy. And it's all owing to you, dear +old boy!" and he seized Tom's hand again.</p> + +<p>"And you're to come to the Communion?" said Tom.</p> + +<p>"Yes, and to be confirmed in the holidays."</p> + +<p>Tom's delight was as great as his friend's. But he +hadn't yet had out all his own talk, and was bent on +improving the occasion; so he proceeded to propound +Arthur's theory about not being sorry for his friends' +death, which he had hitherto kept in the background, and +by which he was much exercised;<a name="FNanchor_25_690" id="FNanchor_25_690"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_690" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> for he didn't feel it +honest to take what pleased him and throw over the rest, +and was trying vigorously to persuade himself that he +should like all his best friends to die off-hand.</p> + +<p>But East's powers of remaining serious were exhausted, +and in five minutes he was saying the most ridiculous +things he could think of, till Tom was almost getting +angry again.</p> + +<p>Despite of himself, however, he couldn't help laughing +and giving it up, when East appealed to him with: +"Well, Tom, you aren't going to punch my head, I hope, +because I insist on being sorry when you get to earth?"<a name="FNanchor_26_691" id="FNanchor_26_691"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_691" class="fnanchor">[26]</a></p> + +<p>And so their talk finished for that time, and they tried +to learn first lesson, with very poor success, as appeared +next morning, when they were called up and narrowly +escaped being floored, which ill-luck, however, did not sit +heavily on either of their souls.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_666" id="Footnote_1_666"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_666"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Had the sack</b>: got expelled.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_667" id="Footnote_2_667"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_667"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Squaretoes</b>: an over-precise or "goody-good" sort of a person.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_668" id="Footnote_3_668"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_668"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Sucking wiseacre</b>: a young Solomon.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_669" id="Footnote_4_669"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_669"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Chorus</b>: the chorus of a Greek play.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_670" id="Footnote_5_670"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_670"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Momus</b>: the god of ridicule; here, a nickname for a teacher.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_671" id="Footnote_6_671"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_671"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Locus penitentiæ</b>: a place or opportunity for repentance or reformation.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_672" id="Footnote_7_672"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_672"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Goth</b>: a barbarian.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_673" id="Footnote_8_673"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_673"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Churchwarden windows</b>: probably cheap, narrow windows.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_674" id="Footnote_9_674"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_674"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Sheridan Knowles</b>: a writer of popular plays.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_675" id="Footnote_10_675"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_675"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Came out of Egypt</b>: escaped from bondage, began a new course +of life.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_676" id="Footnote_11_676"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_676"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Last</b>: endurance.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_677" id="Footnote_12_677"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_677"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Snob</b>: here, a mean-spirited fellow; one destitute of manliness.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_678" id="Footnote_13_678"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_678"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Don't hit under the line</b>: don't take unfair advantage.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_679" id="Footnote_14_679"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_679"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Vice</b> (vī-sē): in place of.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_680" id="Footnote_15_680"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_680"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Play</b>: lightness, elasticity.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_681" id="Footnote_16_681"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_681"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Midge</b>: a gnat or small fly.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_682" id="Footnote_17_682"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_682"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Grampus</b>: a whale-like fish.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_683" id="Footnote_18_683"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_683"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Raising his standard</b>: advancing, improving.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_684" id="Footnote_19_684"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_684"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Sapped</b>: undermined.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_685" id="Footnote_20_685"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_685"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Confirmed</b>: admitted to church membership; here, to that of the +Church of England.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_686" id="Footnote_21_686"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_686"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Curry favor</b>: seek favor by flattery and the like.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_687" id="Footnote_22_687"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_687"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Elect</b>: chosen to salvation; one of the favored few.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_688" id="Footnote_23_688"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_688"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Land me</b>: here, persuade me.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_689" id="Footnote_24_689"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_689"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Uncovenanted mercies</b>: that is, to such mercies as God will grant to +the heathen or those outside the church.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_690" id="Footnote_25_690"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_690"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>Exercised</b>: made thoughtful or anxious.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_691" id="Footnote_26_691"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_691"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>When you get to earth</b>: when you are buried.</p></div> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_343" id="Page_343">[Pg 343]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + +<h3>TOM BROWN'S LAST MATCH.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"Heaven grant the manlier heart, that timely, ere<br /> +Youth fly, with life's real tempest would be coping;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">The fruit of dreamy hoping</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 5em;">Is, waking, blank despair."</span><br /> +</p></div> +<p style='text-align:right'><i>Clough</i>, "<i>Ambarvalia.</i>"</p> +</div> + +<p>The curtain now rises upon the last act of our little +drama,—for hard-hearted publishers warn me that a +single volume must of necessity have an end. Well, well! +the pleasantest things must come to an end. I little +thought last long vacation, when I began these pages to +help while away some spare time at a watering-place, how +vividly many an old scene, which had lain hid away for +years in some dusty old corner of my brain, would come +back again, and stand before me clear and bright as if it +had happened yesterday. The book has been a most +grateful task to me, and I only hope that all you, my dear +young friends, who read it (friends assuredly you must be +if you get as far as this), will be half as sorry to come to +the last stage as I am.</p> + +<p>Not but what there has been a solemn and sad side to +it. As the old scenes became living, and the actors in +them became living, too, many a grave in the Crimea and +distant India, as well as in the quiet church-yards of our +dear old country, seemed to open and send forth their +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_344" id="Page_344">[Pg 344]</a></span> +dead, and their voices, and looks, and ways were again in +one's ears and eyes, as in the old school-days. But this +was not sad; how should it be, if we believe as our Lord +has taught us? How should it be, when one more turn +of the wheel, and we shall be by their sides again, learning +from them again, perhaps, as we did when we were +new boys?</p> + +<p>Then there were others of the old faces so dear to us +once, who had somehow or another just gone clean out of +sight—are they dead or living? We know not, but the +thought of them brings no sadness with it. Wherever +they are, we can well believe they are doing God's work, +and getting His wages.</p> + +<h4>SCHOOL MEMORIES.</h4> + +<p>But are there not some, whom we still see sometimes in +the streets, whose haunts and homes we know, whom we +could probably find almost any day in the week if we were +set to do it, yet from whom we are really further than we +are from the dead, and from those who have gone out of +our ken?<a name="FNanchor_1_692" id="FNanchor_1_692"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_692" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> Yes, there are and must be such; and therein +lies the sadness of old school memories. Yet of these our +old comrades, from whom more than time and space separate +us, there are some by whose sides we can feel sure +that we shall stand again when time shall be no more. +We may think of one another now as dangerous fanatics +or narrow bigots, with whom no truce is possible, from +whom we shall only sever more and more to the end of our +lives, whom it would be our respective duties to imprison +or hang, if we had the power. We must go our way, and +they theirs, as long as flesh and spirit hold together; but +let our own Rugby poet speak words of healing for this +trial:—</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_345" id="Page_345">[Pg 345]</a></span></p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"To veer how vain! on, onward strain,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Brave barks! in light, in darkness, too;</span><br /> +Through winds and tides one compass guides,—<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To that, and your own selves, be true.</span><br /> +<br /> +"But, O blithe breeze! and O great seas!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Though ne'er, that earliest parting past,</span><br /> +On your wide plain they join again,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Together lead them home at last.</span><br /> +<br /> +"One port, methought, alike they sought,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">One purpose hold where'er they fare,</span><br /> +O bounding breeze! O rushing seas!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">At last, at last, unite them there!"—<i>Clough.</i><a name="FNanchor_2_693" id="FNanchor_2_693"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_693" class="fnanchor">[2]</a></span><br /> +</p></div> + +<p>This is not mere longing, it is prophecy. So over these +two, our old friends who are friends no more, we sorrow +not as men without hope. It is only for those who seem +to us to have lost compass and purpose, and to be driven +helplessly on rocks and quicksands; whose lives are spent +in the service of the world, the flesh, and the devil; for +self alone, and not for their fellow-men, their country, or +their God, that we must mourn and pray without sure +hope and without light; trusting only that He, in whose +hands they are as well as we are, who has died for them as +well as for us, who sees all His creatures—</p> + +<div class="poem"><p> +"With larger, other eyes than ours,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To make allowance for us all,"<a name="FNanchor_3_694" id="FNanchor_3_694"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_694" class="fnanchor">[3]</a>—</span><br /> +</p></div> + +<p>will, in His own way and at his own time, lead them also +home.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>THE END OF THE HALF-YEAR.</h4> + +<p>Another two years have passed, and it is again the end +of the Summer half-year at Rugby; in fact, the school has +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_346" id="Page_346">[Pg 346]</a></span> +broken up. The fifth-form examinations were over last +week, and upon them have followed the speeches, and +the sixth-form examinations for exhibitions;<a name="FNanchor_4_695" id="FNanchor_4_695"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_695" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> and they, +too, are over now. The boys have gone to all the winds of +heaven, except the town boys and the eleven, and the few +enthusiasts besides who have asked leave to stay in their +houses to see the result of the cricket-matches. For this +year the Wellesburn return match and the Marylebone +match are played at Rugby, to the great delight of the +town and neighborhood, and the sorrow of those aspiring +young cricketers who have been reckoning for the last +three months on showing off at Lord's grounds.<a name="FNanchor_5_696" id="FNanchor_5_696"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_696" class="fnanchor">[5]</a></p> + +<p>The Doctor started off for the Lakes<a name="FNanchor_6_697" id="FNanchor_6_697"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_697" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> yesterday morning, +after an interview with the captain of the eleven, in the +presence of Thomas, at which he arranged in what school +the cricket dinners were to be, and all other matters necessary +for the satisfactory carrying out of the festivities; +and warned them as to keeping all spirituous liquors out +of the close, and having the gates closed by nine o'clock.</p> + +<h4>CRICKET-MATCHES.</h4> + +<p>The Wellesburn match was played out with great success +yesterday, the School winning by three wickets;<a name="FNanchor_7_698" id="FNanchor_7_698"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_698" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> and +to-day the great event of the cricketing year, the Marylebone +match, is being played. What a match it has been! +The London eleven came down by an afternoon train yesterday, +in time to see the end of the Wellesburn match; +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_347" id="Page_347">[Pg 347]</a></span> +and as soon as it was over, their leading men and umpire +inspected the ground, criticising it rather unmercifully. +The captain of the School eleven, and one or two others, +who had played the Lord's match before, and knew old +Mr. Aislabie and several of the Lord's men, accompanied +them; while the rest of the eleven looked on from under +the Three Trees with admiring eyes, and asked one another +the names of the illustrious strangers, and recounted how +many runs each of them had made in the late matches in +<i>Bell's Life</i>. They looked such hard-bitten,<a name="FNanchor_8_699" id="FNanchor_8_699"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_699" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> wiry, whiskered +fellows, that their young adversaries felt rather desponding +as to the result of the morrow's match. The ground was +at last chosen, and two men set to work to water and roll +it; and then, there being yet some half-hour of daylight, +some one had suggested a dance on the turf. The close +was half full of citizens and their families, and the idea +was hailed with enthusiasm. The cornopean-player was +still on the ground; in five minutes the eleven, and half a +dozen of the Wellesburn and Marylebone men got partners +somehow or another, and a merry country dance +was going on, to which every one flocked, and new couples +joined in every minute, till there were a hundred of them +going down the middle and up again—and the long line +of school-buildings looked gravely down on them, every +window glowing with the last rays of the western sun, +and the rooks clanged about in the tops of the old elms, +greatly excited, and resolved on having their country +dance, too, and the great flag flapped lazily in the gentle +western breeze. Altogether it was a sight which would +have made glad the heart of our brave old founder, Lawrence +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_348" id="Page_348">[Pg 348]</a></span> +Sheriff,<a name="FNanchor_9_700" id="FNanchor_9_700"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_700" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> if he were half as good a fellow as I take +him to have been. It was a cheerful sight to see, but +what made it so valuable in the sight of the captain of +the School eleven was, that he saw there his young hands +shaking off their shyness and awe of the Lord's men, as +they crossed hands and capered about on the grass together; +for the strangers entered into it all, and threw +away their cigars, and danced and shouted like boys, while +old Mr. Aislabie stood by looking on in his white hat, +leaning on a bat, in benevolent enjoyment. "This hop +will be worth thirty runs<a name="FNanchor_10_701" id="FNanchor_10_701"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_701" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> to us to-morrow, and will be +the making of Raggles and Johnson," thinks the young +leader, as he revolves many things in his mind, standing +by the side of Mr. Aislabie, whom he will not leave for a +minute, for he feels that the character of the School for +courtesy is resting on his shoulders.</p> + +<p>But when a quarter to nine struck, and he saw old +Thomas beginning to fidget about with the keys in his +hand, he thought of the Doctor's parting monition, and +stopped the cornopean at once, notwithstanding the loud-voiced +remonstrances from all sides; and the crowd scattered +away from the close, the eleven all going into the +School-house, where supper and beds were provided by +the Doctor's orders.</p> + +<p>Deep had been the consultations at supper as to the +order of going in, who should bowl the first over,<a name="FNanchor_11_702" id="FNanchor_11_702"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_702" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> whether +it would be best to play steady or freely; and the youngest +hands declared that they shouldn't be a bit nervous, +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_349" id="Page_349">[Pg 349]</a></span> +and praised their opponents as the jolliest fellows in the +world, except, perhaps, their old friends, the Wellesburn +men. How far a little good-nature from their elders will +go with the right sort of boys!</p> + +<p>The morning had dawned bright and warm, to the intense +relief of many an anxious youngster, up betimes to +mark the signs of the weather. The eleven went down +in a body before breakfast for a plunge in the cold bath in +the corner of the close. The ground was in splendid +order, and soon after ten o'clock, before spectators had +arrived, all was ready, and two of the Lord's men took +their places at the wicket; the School, with the usual +liberality of young hands, having put their adversaries in +first. Old Bailey stepped up to the wicket, and called +play, and the match has begun.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<h4>THE MARYLEBONE MATCH.</h4> + +<p>"Oh, well bowled! well bowled, Johnson!" cries the +captain, catching up the ball and sending it high above +the rook-trees, while the third Marylebone man walks +away from the wicket, and old Bailey gravely sets up the +middle stump<a name="FNanchor_12_703" id="FNanchor_12_703"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_703" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> again and puts the bails<a name="FNanchor_13_704" id="FNanchor_13_704"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_704" class="fnanchor">[13]</a> on.</p> + +<p>"How many runs?" Away scamper three boys to the +scoring-table,<a name="FNanchor_14_705" id="FNanchor_14_705"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_705" class="fnanchor">[14]</a> and are back again in a minute amongst +the rest of the eleven, who are collected together in a +knot between wickets.</p> + +<p>"Only eighteen runs, and three wickets down!"</p> + +<p>"Huzzah for old Rugby!" sings out Jack Raggles, the +long-stop,<a name="FNanchor_15_706" id="FNanchor_15_706"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_706" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> toughest and burliest of boys, commonly called +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_350" id="Page_350">[Pg 350]</a></span> +"Swiper Jack";<a name="FNanchor_16_707" id="FNanchor_16_707"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_707" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> and forthwith stands on his head and brandishes +his legs in the air in triumph, till the next boy +catches hold of his heels and throws him over on his back.</p> + +<p>"Steady there; don't be such an ass, Jack," says the +captain; "we haven't got the best wicket. Ah, look out +now at cover-point,"<a name="FNanchor_17_708" id="FNanchor_17_708"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_708" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> adds he, as he sees a long-armed, +bare-headed, slashing-looking player coming to the wicket. +"And, Jack, mind your hits; he steals more runs than +any man in England."</p> + +<p>And they all find that they have got their work to do +now; the new-comer's off-hitting is tremendous, and his +running like a flash of lightning. He is never in his +ground, except when his wicket is down. Nothing in the +whole game so trying to boys; he has stolen three byes<a name="FNanchor_18_709" id="FNanchor_18_709"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_709" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> +in the first ten minutes, and Jack Raggles is furious, and +begins throwing over savagely to the further wicket, until +he is sternly stopped by the captain. It is all that young +gentleman can do to keep his team<a name="FNanchor_19_710" id="FNanchor_19_710"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_710" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> steady, but he knows +that everything depends on it, and faces his work bravely. +The score creeps up to fifty, the boys begin to look blank, +and the spectators, who are now mustering strong, are +very silent. The ball flies off his bat to all parts of the +field, and he gives no rest and no catches to any one. But +cricket is full of glorious chances, and the goddess who +presides over it loves to bring down the most skilful +players. Johnson, the young bowler, is getting wild; and +bowls a ball almost wide to the off;<a name="FNanchor_20_711" id="FNanchor_20_711"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_711" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> the batter steps out +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_351" id="Page_351">[Pg 351]</a></span> +and cuts it beautifully to where cover-point is standing +very deep; in fact, almost off the ground. The ball comes +skimming and twisting along about three feet from the +ground; he rushes at it, and it sticks somehow or other +in the fingers of his left hand, to the utter astonishment +of himself and the whole field.</p> + +<p>Such a catch hasn't been made in the close for years, +and the cheering is maddening. "Pretty cricket," says +the captain, throwing himself on the ground by the deserted +wicket, with a long breath; he feels that a crisis has +past.</p> + +<p>I wish I had space to describe the match; how the captain +stumped the next man off a leg-shooter,<a name="FNanchor_21_712" id="FNanchor_21_712"></a><a href="#Footnote_21_712" class="fnanchor">[21]</a> and bowled +small cobs<a name="FNanchor_22_713" id="FNanchor_22_713"></a><a href="#Footnote_22_713" class="fnanchor">[22]</a> to old Mr. Aislabie, who came in for the last +wicket. How the Lord's men were out by half-past twelve +o'clock for ninety-eight runs. How the captain of the +School eleven went in first to give his men pluck, and +scored twenty-five in beautiful style; how Rugby was only +four behind in the first innings<a name="FNanchor_23_714" id="FNanchor_23_714"></a><a href="#Footnote_23_714" class="fnanchor">[23]</a> What a glorious dinner +they had in the fourth-form School, and how the cover-point +hitter sang the most topping<a name="FNanchor_24_715" id="FNanchor_24_715"></a><a href="#Footnote_24_715" class="fnanchor">[24]</a> comic songs, and old +Mr. Aislabie made the best speeches that ever were heard, +afterward. But I haven't space, that's the fact, and so +you must fancy it all and carry yourselves on to half-past +seven o'clock, when the School are again in, with five +wickets down, and only thirty-two runs to make to win. +The Marylebone men played carelessly in their second innings, +but they are working like horses now to save the +match.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_352" id="Page_352">[Pg 352]</a></span></p> +<h4>SOME OLD FRIENDS.</h4> + +<p>There is much healthy, hearty, happy life scattered up +and down the close; but the group to which I beg to call +your special attention is there on the slope of the island, +which looks toward the cricket-ground. It consists of three +figures: two are seated on the bench, and one on the ground +at their feet. The first, a tall, slight, and rather gaunt +man, with a bushy eyebrow, and a dry, humorous smile, +is evidently a clergyman. He is carelessly dressed, and +looks rather used up, which isn't much to be wondered at, +seeing that he has just finished six weeks of examination +work: but there he basks, and spreads himself out in the +evening sun, bent on enjoying life, though he doesn't quite +know what to do with his arms and legs. Surely it is our +friend the young master, whom we have had glimpses of +before, but his face has gained a great deal since we last +came across him.</p> + +<p>And by his side, in white flannel shirt and trousers, +straw hat, the captain's belt, and the untanned yellow +cricket-shoes which all the eleven wear, sits a strapping +figure, near six feet high, with ruddy tanned face and +whiskers, curly brown hair, and a laughing, dancing eye. +He is leaning forward, with his elbows resting on his +knees, and dandling his favorite bat, with which he has +made thirty or forty runs to-day, in his strong brown +hands. It is Tom Brown, grown into a young man nineteen +years old, a præpostor and captain of the eleven, +spending his last day as a Rugby boy, and let us hope as +much wiser as he is bigger since we last had the pleasure +of coming across him.</p> + +<p>And at their feet on the warm dry ground, similarly +dressed, sits Arthur, Turkish fashion, with his bat across +his knees. He, too, is no longer a boy, less of a boy in +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_353" id="Page_353">[Pg 353]</a></span> +fact than Tom, if one may judge from the thoughtfulness +of his face, which is somewhat paler, too, than one could +wish; but his figure, though slight, is well knit and active, +and all his old timidity has disappeared, and is replaced +by silent quaint fun, with which his face twinkles all over, +as he listens to the broken talk between the other two, in +which he joins now and then.</p> + +<p>All three are watching the game eagerly, and joining in +the cheering that follows every good hit. It is pleasing +to see the easy friendly footing which the pupils are on +with their master, perfectly respectful, yet with no reserve +and nothing forced in their intercourse. Tom has clearly +abandoned the old theory of "natural enemies" in this +case at any rate.</p> + +<h4>THEIR TALK.</h4> + +<p>But it is time to listen to what they are saying, and see +what we can gather out of it.</p> + +<p>"I don't object to your theory," says the master, "and +I allow you have made a fair case for yourself. But, now, +in such books as Aristophanes, for instance, you've been +reading a play this half with the Doctor, haven't you?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, 'The Knights,'"<a name="FNanchor_25_716" id="FNanchor_25_716"></a><a href="#Footnote_25_716" class="fnanchor">[25]</a> answered Tom.</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm sure you would have enjoyed the wonderful +humor of it twice as much if you had taken more pains +with your scholarship."</p> + +<p>"Well, sir, I don't believe any boy in the form enjoyed +the set-tos<a name="FNanchor_26_717" id="FNanchor_26_717"></a><a href="#Footnote_26_717" class="fnanchor">[26]</a> between Cleon and the sausage-seller more +than I did—eh, Arthur?" said Tom, giving him a stir +with his foot.</p> + +<p>"Yes, I must say he did," said Arthur. "I think, sir, +you've hit upon the wrong book there."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_354" id="Page_354">[Pg 354]</a></span> +"Not a bit of it," said the master. "Why, in those +very passages of arms, how can you thoroughly appreciate +them unless you are masters of the weapons? and the +weapons are the language, which you, Brown, have never +half worked at; and so, as I say, you must have lost all +the delicate shades of meaning which make the best part +of the fun."</p> + +<p>"Oh! well played—bravo, Johnson!" shouted Arthur, +dropping his hat and clapping furiously, and Tom joined +in with a "Bravo, Johnson!" which might have been +heard at the chapel.</p> + +<p>"Eh! what is it? I didn't see," inquired the master; +"they only got one run, I thought?"</p> + +<p>"No, but such a ball, three-quarters length, and coming +straight for his leg-bail.<a name="FNanchor_27_718" id="FNanchor_27_718"></a><a href="#Footnote_27_718" class="fnanchor">[27]</a> Nothing but that turn of +the wrist could have saved him, and he drew it away to +leg<a name="FNanchor_28_719" id="FNanchor_28_719"></a><a href="#Footnote_28_719" class="fnanchor">[28]</a> for a safe one. Bravo, Johnson!"</p> + +<p>"How well they are bowling, though," said Arthur; +"they don't mean to be beat, I can see."</p> + +<p>"There, now," struck in the master "you see that's just +what I have been preaching this half-hour. The delicate +play is the true thing. I don't understand cricket, so I +don't enjoy those fine draws<a name="FNanchor_29_720" id="FNanchor_29_720"></a><a href="#Footnote_29_720" class="fnanchor">[29]</a> which you tell me are the +best play, though when you or Raggles hit a ball hard +away for six,<a name="FNanchor_30_721" id="FNanchor_30_721"></a><a href="#Footnote_30_721" class="fnanchor">[30]</a> I am as delighted as any one. Don't you +see the analogy?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir," answered Tom, looking up roguishly, "I see; +only the question remains whether I should have got +most good by understanding Greek particles or cricket +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_355" id="Page_355">[Pg 355]</a></span> +thoroughly. I'm such a thick, I never should have had +time for both."</p> + +<p>"I see you are an incorrigible," said the master, with a +chuckle; "but I refute you by an example. Arthur there +has taken in Greek and cricket, too."</p> + +<p>"Yes, but no thanks to him; Greek came natural to +him. Why, when he first came I remember he used to +read Herodotus<a name="FNanchor_31_722" id="FNanchor_31_722"></a><a href="#Footnote_31_722" class="fnanchor">[31]</a> for pleasure, as I did Don Quixote,<a name="FNanchor_32_723" id="FNanchor_32_723"></a><a href="#Footnote_32_723" class="fnanchor">[32]</a> and +couldn't have made a false concord if he tried ever so +hard—and then I looked after his cricket."</p> + +<p>"Out! Bailey has given him out—do you see, Tom?" +cries Arthur. " How foolish of them to run so hard!"</p> + +<p>"Well, it can't be helped, he has played very well. +Whose turn is it to go in?"</p> + +<p>"I don't know; they've got your list in the tent."</p> + +<p>"Let's go and see," said Tom, rising; but at this moment +Jack Raggles and two or three more came running +to the island moat.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Brown, mayn't I go in next?" shouts the Swiper.</p> + +<p>"Whose name is next on the list?" says the captain.</p> + +<p>"Winter's, and then Arthur's," answers the boy who +carries it; "but there are only twenty-six runs to get, and +no time to lose. I heard Mr. Aislabie say that the stumps +must be drawn at a quarter past eight exactly."</p> + +<p>"Oh, do let the Swiper go in," chorus the boys; so Tom +yields against his better judgment.</p> + +<p>"I dare say now I've lost the match by this nonsense," +he says, as he sits down again; "they'll be sure to get +Jack's wicket in three or four minutes; however, you'll +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_356" id="Page_356">[Pg 356]</a></span> +have the chance, sir, of seeing a hard hit or two," adds he, +smiling, and turning to the master.</p> + +<p>"Come, none of your irony, Brown," answers the master. +"I'm beginning to understand the game scientifically. +What a noble game it is, too!"</p> + +<p>"Isn't it? But it's more than a game. It's an institution."</p> + +<p>"Yes," said Arthur, "the birth-right of British boys old +and young, as <i>habeas corpus</i><a name="FNanchor_33_724" id="FNanchor_33_724"></a><a href="#Footnote_33_724" class="fnanchor">[33]</a> and trial by jury are of +British men."</p> + +<p>"The discipline and reliance on one another which it +teaches, is so valuable, I think," went on the master; "it +ought to be such an unselfish game. It merges the individual +in the eleven; he doesn't play that he may win, +but that his side may."</p> + +<p>"That's very true," said Tom, "and that's why foot-ball +and cricket, now one comes to think of it, are much better +games than fives or hare-and-hounds, or any others where +the object is to come in first or to win for one's self, and +not that one's side may win."</p> + +<p>"And then the captain of the eleven!" said the master, +"what a post is his in our school-world! almost as hard +as the Doctor's; requiring skill and gentleness and firmness, +and I know not what other rare qualities."</p> + +<p>"Which doesn't he wish he may get!" said Tom, +laughing; "at any rate he hasn't got them yet, or he +wouldn't have been such a flat<a name="FNanchor_34_725" id="FNanchor_34_725"></a><a href="#Footnote_34_725" class="fnanchor">[34]</a> as to let Jack Raggles go +in, out of his turn."</p> + +<p>"Ah, the Doctor never would have done that," said +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_357" id="Page_357">[Pg 357]</a></span> +Arthur, demurely. "Tom, you've a great deal to learn yet +in the art of ruling."</p> + +<p>"Well, I wish you'd tell the Doctor so, then, and get +him to let me stop till I'm twenty. I don't want to leave, +I'm sure."</p> + +<p>"What a sight it is," broke in the master, "the Doctor +as a ruler! Perhaps ours is the only little corner in the +British Empire which is thoroughly, wisely, and strongly +ruled just now. I'm more and more thankful every day +of my life that I came here to be under him."</p> + +<p>"So am I, I'm sure," said Tom; " and more and more +sorry that I've got to leave."</p> + +<p>"Every place and thing one sees here reminds one of +some wise act of his," went on the master. "This island +now—you remember the time, Brown, when it was first +laid out in small gardens, and cultivated by frost-bitten +fags in February and March?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I do," said Tom; "didn't I hate spending +two hours in the afternoon grubbing in the tough dirt +with the stump of a fives'-bat? But turf-cart<a name="FNanchor_35_726" id="FNanchor_35_726"></a><a href="#Footnote_35_726" class="fnanchor">[35]</a> was good +fun enough."</p> + +<p>"I dare say it was, but it was always leading to fights +with the townspeople; and then the stealing flowers out of +all the gardens in Rugby for the Easter show was abominable."</p> + +<p>"Well, so it was," said Tom, looking down, "but we +fags couldn't help ourselves. But what has that to do +with the Doctor's ruling?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_358" id="Page_358">[Pg 358]</a></span> +"A great deal, I think," said the master; "what +brought island-fagging to an end?"</p> + +<p>"Why, the Easter speeches were put off till midsummer," +said Tom, "and the sixth had gymnastic poles put +up here."</p> + +<p>"Well, and who changed the time of the speeches, and +put the idea of gymnastic poles into the heads of their +worships,<a name="FNanchor_36_727" id="FNanchor_36_727"></a><a href="#Footnote_36_727" class="fnanchor">[36]</a> the sixth form?" said the master.</p> + +<p>"The Doctor, I suppose," said Tom. " I never thought +of that."</p> + +<p>"Of course you didn't," said the master, "or else, fag +as you were, you would have shouted with the whole +school against putting down old customs. And that's the +way that all the Doctor's reforms have been carried out +when he has been left to himself,—quietly and naturally, +putting a good thing in the place of a bad, and letting +the bad die out; no wavering and no hurry,—the best +thing that could be done for the time-being, and patience +for the rest."</p> + +<p>"Just Tom's own way," chimed in Arthur, nudging +Tom with his elbow, "driving a nail where it will go"; +to which allusions Tom answered by a sly kick.</p> + +<p>"Exactly so," said the master, innocent of the allusion +and by-play.</p> + +<h4>JACK RAGGLES'S INNINGS.</h4> + +<p>Meantime Jack Raggles, with his sleeves tucked up +above his great brown elbows, scorning pads and gloves, +has presented himself at the wicket; and, having run one +for a forward drive off Johnson's, is about to receive his +first ball. There are only twenty-four runs to make, and +four wickets to go down, a winning match if they play +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_359" id="Page_359">[Pg 359]</a></span> +decently steady. The ball is a very swift one, and rises +fast, catching Jack on the outside of the thigh, and bounding +away, as if from india-rubber, while they run two for +a leg-bye<a name="FNanchor_37_728" id="FNanchor_37_728"></a><a href="#Footnote_37_728" class="fnanchor">[37]</a> amidst great applause and shouts from Jack's +many admirers. The next ball is a beautifully pitched +ball for the outer stump, which the reckless and unfeeling +Jack catches hold of, and hits right round to leg for five, +while the applause is deafening; only seventeen runs to +get with four wickets,—the game is all but ours!</p> + +<p>It is over now, and Jack walks swaggering about his +wicket, with his bat over his shoulder, while Mr. Aislabie +holds a short parley with his men. Then the cover-point +hitter, that cunning man, goes on to bowl slow twisters. +Jack waves his hand triumphantly toward the tent, as +much as to say: "See if I don't finish it all off now in +three hits!"</p> + +<p>Alas, my son Jack! the enemy is too old for thee. The +first ball of the over, Jack steps out and meets, swiping<a name="FNanchor_38_729" id="FNanchor_38_729"></a><a href="#Footnote_38_729" class="fnanchor">[38]</a> +with all his force. If he had only allowed for the twist! +but he hasn't, and so the ball goes spinning up straight +in the air as if it would never come down again. Away +runs Jack, shouting and trusting to the chapter of accidents, +but the bowler runs steadily under it, judging +every spin, and calling out: "I have it," catches it, and +playfully pitches it on to the back of the stalwart Jack, +who is departing with a rueful countenance.</p> + +<p>"I knew how it would be," says Tom, rising. "Come +along; the game's getting very serious."</p> + +<p>So they leave the island and go to the tent, and after +deep consultation Arthur is sent in, and goes off to the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_360" id="Page_360">[Pg 360]</a></span> +wicket with a last exhortation from Tom to play steady +and keep his bat straight. To the suggestions that Winter +is the best bat left Tom only replies: "Arthur is the +steadiest, and Johnson will make the runs if the wicket is +only kept up."</p> + +<p>"I am surprised to see Arthur in the eleven," said the +master, as they stood together in front of the dense +crowd, which was now closing in round the ground.</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm not quite sure that he ought to be in for +his play,"<a name="FNanchor_39_730" id="FNanchor_39_730"></a><a href="#Footnote_39_730" class="fnanchor">[39]</a> said Tom, "but I couldn't help putting him +in. It will do him so much good, and you can't think +what I owe him."</p> + +<h4>THE FINISH.</h4> + +<p>The master smiled. The clock strikes eight, and the +whole field becomes fevered with excitement. Arthur, +after two narrow escapes, scores one; and Johnson gets the +ball. The bowling and fielding are superb, and Johnson's +batting worthy the occasion. He makes here a two and +there a one, managing to keep the ball to himself, and +Arthur backs up and runs perfectly; only eleven runs to +make now, and the crowd scarcely breathe. At last Arthur +gets the ball again, and actually drives it forward +for two, and feels prouder than when he got the three +best prizes, at hearing Tom's shout of joy, "Well played, +well played, young un!"</p> + +<p>But the next ball is too much for a young hand, and +his bails fly different ways. Nine runs to make, and two +wickets to go down—it is too much for human nerves.</p> + +<p>Before Winter can get in,<a name="FNanchor_40_731" id="FNanchor_40_731"></a><a href="#Footnote_40_731" class="fnanchor">[40]</a> the omnibus which is to take +the Lord's men to the train pulls up at the side of the +close, and Mr. Aislabie and Tom consult, and give out +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_361" id="Page_361">[Pg 361]</a></span> +that the stumps will be drawn after the next over. And +so ends the great match. Winter and Johnson carry out +their bats, and, it being a one day's match, the Lord's +men are declared the winners, they having scored the +most in the first innings.</p> + +<p>But such a defeat is a victory; so think Tom and all the +School eleven, as they accompany their conquerors to +the omnibus, and send them off with three ringing cheers, +after Mr. Aislabie had shaken hands all round, saying to +Tom, "I must compliment you, sir, on your eleven, and +I hope we shall have you for a member if you come up to +town."<a name="FNanchor_41_732" id="FNanchor_41_732"></a><a href="#Footnote_41_732" class="fnanchor">[41]</a></p> + +<p>As Tom and the rest of the eleven were turning back +into the close, and everybody was beginning to cry out +for another country dance, encouraged by the success of +the night before, the young master, who was just leaving +the close, stopped him, and asked him to come up to tea +at half-past eight, adding, "I won't keep you more than +half an hour, and ask Arthur to come up, too."</p> + +<p>"I'll come up with you directly, if you'll let me," said +Tom, "for I feel rather melancholy, and not quite up to +the country dance and supper with the rest."</p> + +<p>"Do, by all means," said the master; "I'll wait for +you."</p> + +<p>So Tom went off to get his boots and things from the +tent, to tell Arthur of the invitation, and to speak to his +second in command about stopping the dancing and +shutting up the close as soon as it grew dusk. Arthur +promised to follow as soon as he had had a dance. So +Tom handed his things over to the man in charge of the +tent, and walked quietly away to the gate where the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_362" id="Page_362">[Pg 362]</a></span> +master was waiting, and the two took their way together +up the Hillmorton road.</p> + +<h4>SHUT OUT.</h4> + +<p>Of course they found the master's house locked up, and +all the servants away in the close, about this time, no +doubt, footing it away on the grass with extreme delight +to themselves, and in utter oblivion of the unfortunate +bachelor, their master, whose one enjoyment in the shape +of meals was his "dish of tea" (as our grandmothers called +it) in the evening; and the phrase was apt in his case, +for he always poured his out into the saucer before drinking. +Great was the good man's horror at finding himself +shut out of his own house. Had he been alone he would +have treated it as a matter of course, and would have +strolled contentedly up and down his gravel-walk until +some one came home; but he was hurt at the stain on his +character of host, especially as the guest was a pupil. +However, the guest seemed to think it a great joke, and +presently, as they poked about round the house, mounted +a wall, from which he could reach a passage window; +the window, as it turned out, was not bolted, so in another +minute Tom was in the house and down at the front door, +which he opened from inside. The master chuckled +grimly at this burglarious entry, and insisted on leaving +the hall-door and two of the front windows open, to +frighten the truants on their return; and then the two +set about foraging for tea, in which operation the master +was much at fault, having the faintest possible idea of +where to find anything, and being moreover wondrously +short-sighted; but Tom, by a sort of instinct, knew the +right cupboards in the kitchen and pantry, and soon managed +to place on the snuggery<a name="FNanchor_42_733" id="FNanchor_42_733"></a><a href="#Footnote_42_733" class="fnanchor">[42]</a> table better materials for +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_363" id="Page_363">[Pg 363]</a></span> +a meal than had appeared there probably during the reign +of his tutor, who was then and there initiated, amongst +other things, into the excellence of that mysterious condiment, +a dripping cake. The cake was newly baked, and +all rich and flaky; Tom had found it reposing in the +cook's private cupboard, awaiting her return; and, as a +warning to her, they finished it to the last crumb. The +kettle sang away merrily on the hob<a name="FNanchor_43_734" id="FNanchor_43_734"></a><a href="#Footnote_43_734" class="fnanchor">[43]</a> of the snuggery, +for, notwithstanding the time of year, they lighted a fire, +throwing both the windows wide open at the same time; +the heaps of books and papers were pushed away to the +other end of the table, and the great solitary engravings +of King's College Chapel<a name="FNanchor_44_735" id="FNanchor_44_735"></a><a href="#Footnote_44_735" class="fnanchor">[44]</a> over the mantle-piece looked +less stiff than usual, as they settled themselves down in +the twilight to the serious drinking of tea.</p> + +<h4>HARRY EAST.</h4> + +<p>After some talk on the match, and other indifferent +subjects, the conversation came naturally back to Tom's +approaching departure, over which he began again to +moan.</p> + +<p>"Well, we shall miss you quite as much as you will +miss us," said the master. "You are the Nestor<a name="FNanchor_45_736" id="FNanchor_45_736"></a><a href="#Footnote_45_736" class="fnanchor">[45]</a> of the +School now, are you not?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, ever since East left," answered Tom.</p> + +<p>"By the bye, have you heard from him?"</p> + +<p>"Yes; I had a letter in February, just before he started +for India to join his regiment."</p> + +<p>"He will make a capital officer."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_364" id="Page_364">[Pg 364]</a></span> +"Ay, won't he?" said Tom, brightening; "no fellow +could handle boys better, and I suppose soldiers are very +like boys. And he'll never tell them to go where he won't +go himself. No mistake about that,—a braver fellow +never walked."</p> + +<p>"His year in the sixth will have taught him a good +deal that will be useful to him now."</p> + +<p>"So it will," said Tom, staring into the fire. "Poor +dear Harry," he went on, "how well I remember the day +we were put out of the twenty.<a name="FNanchor_46_737" id="FNanchor_46_737"></a><a href="#Footnote_46_737" class="fnanchor">[46]</a> How he rose to the situation, +and burnt his cigar-cases, and gave away his pistols, +and pondered on the constitutional authority<a name="FNanchor_47_738" id="FNanchor_47_738"></a><a href="#Footnote_47_738" class="fnanchor">[47]</a> of the sixth +and his new duties to the Doctor, and the fifth form, and +the fags. Ay, and no fellow ever acted up to them better, +though he was always a people's man,—for the fags, and +against constituted authorities.<a name="FNanchor_48_739" id="FNanchor_48_739"></a><a href="#Footnote_48_739" class="fnanchor">[48]</a> He couldn't help that, +you know. I'm sure the Doctor must have liked him?" +said Tom, looking up inquiringly.</p> + +<p>"The Doctor sees the good in every one, and appreciates +it," said the master, dogmatically;<a name="FNanchor_49_740" id="FNanchor_49_740"></a><a href="#Footnote_49_740" class="fnanchor">[49]</a> "but I hope East +will get a good colonel. He won't do if he can't respect +those above him. How long it took him, even here, to +learn the lesson of obeying."</p> + +<p>"Well, I wish I were alongside of him," said Tom. "If +I can't be at Rugby, I want to be at work in the world, +and not dawdling away three years at Oxford."</p> + +<h4>WORK IN THE WORLD.</h4> + +<p>"What do you mean by 'at work in the world'?" said +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_365" id="Page_365">[Pg 365]</a></span> +the master, pausing, with his lips close to the saucerful of +tea, and peering at Tom over it.</p> + +<p>"Well, I mean real work; one's profession; whatever +one will have really to do, and make one's living by. I +want to be doing some real good, feeling that I am not +only at play in the world," answered Tom, rather puzzled +to find out himself what he really did mean.</p> + +<p>"You are mixing up two very different things in your +head, I think, Brown," said the master, putting down the +empty saucer, "and you ought to get clear about them. +You talk of 'working to get your living,' and 'doing +some real good in the world,' in the same breath. Now, +you may be getting a very good living in a profession, and +yet doing no good at all in the world, but quite the contrary +at the same time. Keep the latter before you as +your one object, and you will be right, whether you make +a living or not; but if you dwell on the other, you'll very +likely drop into mere money-making, and let the world +take care of itself for good or evil. Don't be in a hurry +about finding your work in the world for yourself; you +are not old enough to judge for yourself yet, but just look +about you in the place you find yourself in, and try to +make things a little better and honester there. You'll +find plenty to keep your hand in at Oxford, or wherever +else you go. And don't be led away to think this part of +the world important, and that unimportant. Every corner +of the world is important. No man knows whether +this part or that is most so, but every man may do some +honest work in his own corner." And then the good +man went on to talk wisely to Tom of the sort of work +which he might take up as an undergraduate, and warned +him of the prevalent University sins, and explained to +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_366" id="Page_366">[Pg 366]</a></span> +him the many and great differences between University +and School life; till the twilight changed into darkness, +and they heard the truant servants stealing in by the back +entrance.</p> + +<h4>THE DOCTOR'S WORK.</h4> + +<p>"I wonder where Arthur can be," said Tom, at last, +looking at his watch; "why, it's nearly half-past nine +already."</p> + +<p>"Oh, he is comfortably at supper with the eleven, +forgetful of his oldest friends," said his master. "Nothing +has given me greater pleasure," he went on, "than +your friendship for him; it has been the making of you +both."</p> + +<p>"Of me, at any rate," answered Tom; "I should never +have been here now but for him. 'Twas the luckiest +chance in the world that sent him to Rugby, and made +him my chum."</p> + +<p>"Why do you talk of lucky chances?" said the master. +"I don't know that there are any such things in the +world; at any rate there was neither luck nor chance in +that matter."</p> + +<p>Tom looked at him inquiringly, and he went on: "Do +you remember when the Doctor lectured you and East at +the end of one half-year, when you were in the shell, and +had been getting into all sorts of scrapes?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, well enough," said Tom: "it was the half-year +before Arthur came."</p> + +<p>"Exactly so," answered the master. "Now I was with +him a few minutes afterward, and he was in great distress +about you two. And, after some talk, we both agreed +that you in particular wanted some object in the School +beyond games and mischief; for it was quite clear that +you never would make the regular school-work your first +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_367" id="Page_367">[Pg 367]</a></span> +object. And so the Doctor, at the beginning of the next +half-year, looked out the best of the new boys, and separated +you and East, and put the young boy into your +study, in the hope that when you had somebody to lean +on you, you would begin to stand a little steadier yourself, +and get manliness and thoughtfulness. And I can +assure you he has watched the experiment ever since with +great satisfaction. Ah! not one of you boys will ever +know the anxiety you have given him, or the care with +which he has watched over every step in your school +lives."</p> + +<h4>A NEW LIGHT.</h4> + +<p>Up to this time, Tom had never wholly given in to or +understood the Doctor. At first he had thoroughly feared +him. For some years, as I have tried to show, he had +learned to regard him with love and respect, and to think +him a very great, and wise, and good man. But as regarded +his own position in the School, of which he was no little +proud, Tom had no idea of giving any one credit for it +but himself; and the truth to tell, was a very self-conceited +young gentleman on the subject. He was wont to boast +that he had fought his own way fairly up the School, and +had never made up to, or been taken up by any big fellow +or master, and that it was now quite a different place +from what it was when he first came. And, indeed, +though he didn't actually boast of it, yet in his secret soul +he did to a great extent believe that the great reform in +the School had been owing quite as much to himself as to +any one else. Arthur, he acknowledged, had done him +good, and taught him a good deal, so had other boys in +different ways, but they had not had the same means of +influence on the School in general; and as for the Doctor, +why he was a splendid master, but every one knew that +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_368" id="Page_368">[Pg 368]</a></span> +masters could do very little out of school hours. In short, +he felt on terms of equality with his chief, so far as the +social state of the School was concerned, and thought that +the Doctor would find it no easy matter to get on without +him. Moreover, his School Toryism<a name="FNanchor_50_741" id="FNanchor_50_741"></a><a href="#Footnote_50_741" class="fnanchor">[50]</a> was still strong, and +he looked still with some jealousy on the Doctor, as somewhat +of a fanatic in the matter of change; and thought it +very desirable for the School that he should have some +wise person (such as himself) to look sharply after vested<a name="FNanchor_51_742" id="FNanchor_51_742"></a><a href="#Footnote_51_742" class="fnanchor">[51]</a> +School rights, and see that nothing was done to the injury +of the republic without due protest.</p> + +<p>It was a new light to him to find that, besides teaching +the sixth, and governing and guiding the whole School, +editing classics, and writing histories, the great Headmaster +had found time in those busy years to watch over +the career, even of him, Tom Brown, and his particular +friends—and, no doubt, of fifty other boys at the same +time; and all this without taking the least credit to himself, +or seeming to know, or let any one else know, he +ever thought particularly of any boy at all.</p> + +<h4>HERO-WORSHIP.</h4> + +<p>However, the Doctor's victory was complete from that +moment, over Tom Brown, at any rate. He gave way, at +all points, and the enemy marched right over him,—cavalry, +infantry, and artillery, and the land transport corps, +and the camp followers. It had taken eight long years to +do it, but now it was done thoroughly, and there wasn't +a corner of him left which didn't believe in the Doctor. +Had he returned to school again, and the Doctor began +in the half-year by abolishing fagging, and foot-ball, and +the Saturday half-holiday, or all or any of the most +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_369" id="Page_369">[Pg 369]</a></span> +cherished School institutions, Tom would have supported him +with the blindest faith. And so, after a half confession +of his previous short-comings, and sorrowful adieus to his +tutor, from whom he received two beautifully bound volumes +of the Doctor's sermons, as a parting present, he +marched down to the School-house, a hero-worshipper who +would have satisfied the soul of Thomas Carlyle<a name="FNanchor_52_743" id="FNanchor_52_743"></a><a href="#Footnote_52_743" class="fnanchor">[52]</a> himself.</p> + +<p>There he found the eleven at high jinks after supper, +Jack Raggles shouting comic songs, and performing feats +of strength; and was greeted by a chorus of mingled remonstrances +at his desertion and joy at his reappearance.</p> + +<p>And falling in with the humor of the evening was soon +as great a boy as all the rest; and at ten o'clock was +chaired<a name="FNanchor_53_744" id="FNanchor_53_744"></a><a href="#Footnote_53_744" class="fnanchor">[53]</a> round the quadrangle, on one of the hall benches, +borne aloft by the eleven, shouting in chorus, "For he's a +jolly good fellow," while old Thomas, in a melting mood, +and the other School-house servants stood looking on.</p> + +<p>And the next morning after breakfast he squared up all +the cricketing accounts, went round to his tradesmen and +other acquaintances, and said his hearty good-byes; and +by twelve o'clock was in the train, and away for London, +no longer a school-boy, and divided his thoughts between +hero-worship, honest regrets over the long stage of his +life which was now slipping out of sight behind him, and +hopes and resolves for the next stage, upon which he was +entering, with all the confidence of a young traveller.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_692" id="Footnote_1_692"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_692"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Ken</b>: knowledge.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_693" id="Footnote_2_693"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_693"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Clough</b>: poem of "Qua cursum ventus."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_694" id="Footnote_3_694"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_694"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Tennyson</b>: "In Memoriam."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_695" id="Footnote_4_695"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_695"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Exhibitions</b>: allowances of money, etc., made to certain scholars at +Oxford and Cambridge. The boys of the sixth form, who were preparing +for the universities, were competing for these.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_696" id="Footnote_5_696"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_696"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Lord's grounds</b>: see note on Marylebone, p. 304.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_697" id="Footnote_6_697"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_697"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Lakes</b>: Dr. Arnold spent his vacations at his country place of Fox +Howe in Westmoreland, in the beautiful lake region of the northwest of +England.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_698" id="Footnote_7_698"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_698"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>By three wickets</b>: three players yet to bat.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_699" id="Footnote_8_699"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_699"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Hard-bitten</b>: keen.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_700" id="Footnote_9_700"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_700"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Lawrence Sheriff</b>: See note on Rugby, p. 72.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_701" id="Footnote_10_701"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_701"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Runs</b>: the running from one wicket to the other by the batsmen. +The game depends on these runs.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_702" id="Footnote_11_702"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_702"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Over</b>: a certain number of balls pitched in succession from one side.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_703" id="Footnote_12_703"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_703"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Middle stump</b>: the middle stake of a wicket.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_704" id="Footnote_13_704"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_704"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Bails</b>: two small, round sticks laid across the top of a wicket.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_705" id="Footnote_14_705"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_705"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Scoring-table</b>: a table where the reckoning of the game is kept.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_706" id="Footnote_15_706"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_706"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Long-stop</b>: a person who stands behind the wicket-keeper to stop +the balls that escape him.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_707" id="Footnote_16_707"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_707"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Swiper Jack</b>: hard-hitting Jack.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_708" id="Footnote_17_708"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_708"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Cover-point</b>: the person who stops a ball or the act of stopping it.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_709" id="Footnote_18_709"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_709"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Byes</b>: runs on balls that have passed the wicket-keeper.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_710" id="Footnote_19_710"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_710"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Team</b>: one of the parties or sides in a game.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_711" id="Footnote_20_711"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_711"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Off</b>: to the right of the batsman.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_21_712" id="Footnote_21_712"></a><a href="#FNanchor_21_712"><span class="label">[21]</span></a> <b>Stumped off a leg-shooter</b>: perhaps to put a man out of play by +knocking down his wicket.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_22_713" id="Footnote_22_713"></a><a href="#FNanchor_22_713"><span class="label">[22]</span></a> <b>Cobs</b>: balls peculiarly bowled.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_23_714" id="Footnote_23_714"></a><a href="#FNanchor_23_714"><span class="label">[23]</span></a> <b>Innings</b>: turns for using the bat.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_24_715" id="Footnote_24_715"></a><a href="#FNanchor_24_715"><span class="label">[24]</span></a> <b>Topping</b>: wonderful.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_25_716" id="Footnote_25_716"></a><a href="#FNanchor_25_716"><span class="label">[25]</span></a> <b>"The Knights"</b>: a Greek comedy by Aristoph´anes.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_26_717" id="Footnote_26_717"></a><a href="#FNanchor_26_717"><span class="label">[26]</span></a> <b>Set-tos</b>: fights or encounters of any kind.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_27_718" id="Footnote_27_718"></a><a href="#FNanchor_27_718"><span class="label">[27]</span></a> <b>Leg-bail</b>: part of the wicket.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_28_719" id="Footnote_28_719"></a><a href="#FNanchor_28_719"><span class="label">[28]</span></a> <b>To leg</b>: to the left and rear.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_29_720" id="Footnote_29_720"></a><a href="#FNanchor_29_720"><span class="label">[29]</span></a> <b>Draws</b>: good play by the batsman.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_30_721" id="Footnote_30_721"></a><a href="#FNanchor_30_721"><span class="label">[30]</span></a> <b>Hard away for six</b>: to the best advantage.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_31_722" id="Footnote_31_722"></a><a href="#FNanchor_31_722"><span class="label">[31]</span></a> <b>Herodotus</b>: an early Greek writer, "the father of history."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_32_723" id="Footnote_32_723"></a><a href="#FNanchor_32_723"><span class="label">[32]</span></a> <b>Don Quixote</b>: a Spanish romance.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_33_724" id="Footnote_33_724"></a><a href="#FNanchor_33_724"><span class="label">[33]</span></a> <b>Habeas corpus</b>: a writ for bringing a prisoner before a judge and +inquiring into the cause of his detention, its object being to prevent illegal +imprisonment.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_34_725" id="Footnote_34_725"></a><a href="#FNanchor_34_725"><span class="label">[34]</span></a> <b>Flat</b>: fool.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_35_726" id="Footnote_35_726"></a><a href="#FNanchor_35_726"><span class="label">[35]</span></a> <b>Turf-cart</b>: Tom, with the other boys, used to decorate the "island" +in the school-grounds with turf and flowers, which they stole "out of all +the gardens in Rugby for the Easter show." They took the "turf-cart" +for this purpose. The "island," by the way, no longer exists.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_36_727" id="Footnote_36_727"></a><a href="#FNanchor_36_727"><span class="label">[36]</span></a> <b>Worships</b>: here, mock titles of honor.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_37_728" id="Footnote_37_728"></a><a href="#FNanchor_37_728"><span class="label">[37]</span></a> <b>Leg-bye</b>: the ball glances from the batsman's leg.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_38_729" id="Footnote_38_729"></a><a href="#FNanchor_38_729"><span class="label">[38]</span></a> <b>Swiping</b>: not a scientific hit.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_39_730" id="Footnote_39_730"></a><a href="#FNanchor_39_730"><span class="label">[39]</span></a> <b>His play</b>: his skill.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_40_731" id="Footnote_40_731"></a><a href="#FNanchor_40_731"><span class="label">[40]</span></a> <b>Winter can get in</b>: before Winter can get a chance to play.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_41_732" id="Footnote_41_732"></a><a href="#FNanchor_41_732"><span class="label">[41]</span></a> <b>Town</b>: London.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_42_733" id="Footnote_42_733"></a><a href="#FNanchor_42_733"><span class="label">[42]</span></a> <b>Snuggery</b>: a small, cosy room.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_43_734" id="Footnote_43_734"></a><a href="#FNanchor_43_734"><span class="label">[43]</span></a> <b>Hob</b>: that part of a grate on which things are placed to be kept +hot.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_44_735" id="Footnote_44_735"></a><a href="#FNanchor_44_735"><span class="label">[44]</span></a> <b>King's College Chapel</b>: a chapel of King's College, Cambridge. It +is celebrated for its architectural beauty.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_45_736" id="Footnote_45_736"></a><a href="#FNanchor_45_736"><span class="label">[45]</span></a> <b>Nestor</b>: oldest member of the School.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_46_737" id="Footnote_46_737"></a><a href="#FNanchor_46_737"><span class="label">[46]</span></a> <b>The twenty</b>: the fifth form.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_47_738" id="Footnote_47_738"></a><a href="#FNanchor_47_738"><span class="label">[47]</span></a> <b>Constitutional authority</b>: here, the authority established by school +customs.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_48_739" id="Footnote_48_739"></a><a href="#FNanchor_48_739"><span class="label">[48]</span></a> <b>Constituted authorities</b>: here, the upper-class boys.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_49_740" id="Footnote_49_740"></a><a href="#FNanchor_49_740"><span class="label">[49]</span></a> <b>Dogmatically</b>: positively.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_50_741" id="Footnote_50_741"></a><a href="#FNanchor_50_741"><span class="label">[50]</span></a> <b>Toryism</b>: here, adherence to the established customs of the School.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_51_742" id="Footnote_51_742"></a><a href="#FNanchor_51_742"><span class="label">[51]</span></a> <b>Vested</b>: long established; fixed.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_52_743" id="Footnote_52_743"></a><a href="#FNanchor_52_743"><span class="label">[52]</span></a> <b>Thomas Carlyle</b>: a distinguished British author, died 1881. One of +his best-known books is "Heroes and Hero Worship."</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_53_744" id="Footnote_53_744"></a><a href="#FNanchor_53_744"><span class="label">[53]</span></a> <b>Chaired</b>: here, carried.</p></div> +</div> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_370" id="Page_370">[Pg 370]</a></span></p> +<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2> + +<h3>FINIS.</h3> + +<div class="blockquot"> +<div class="poem"><p> +"Strange friend, past, present, and to be;<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Loved deeplier, darklier understood;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Behold, I dream a dream of good,</span><br /> +And mingle all the world with thee."—<i>Tennyson.</i><br /> +</p></div> +</div> + +<p>In the summer of 1842, our hero stopped once again at +the well-known station; and, leaving his bag and +fishing-rod with the porter, walked slowly and sadly up +towards the town. It was now July. He had rushed +away from Oxford the moment the term was over, for a +fishing ramble in Scotland with two college friends, and +had been for three weeks living on oat-cake and mutton-hams, +in the wildest parts of Skye.<a name="FNanchor_1_745" id="FNanchor_1_745"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_745" class="fnanchor">[1]</a> They had descended +one sultry evening on the little inn at Kyle Rhea ferry, +and, while Tom and another of the party put their tackle +together and began exploring the stream for a sea-trout +for supper, the third strolled into the house to arrange +for their entertainment. Presently, he came out in a +loose blouse and slippers, a short pipe in his mouth, and +an old newspaper in his hand, and threw himself on the +heathery scrub<a name="FNanchor_2_746" id="FNanchor_2_746"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_746" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> which met the shingle,<a name="FNanchor_3_747" id="FNanchor_3_747"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_747" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> within easy hail of +the fishermen. There he lay, the picture of free-and-easy, +loafing, hand-to-mouth young England, "improving his +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_371" id="Page_371">[Pg 371]</a></span> +mind," as he shouted to them, by the perusal of the fortnight-old +weekly paper, soiled with the marks of toddy-glasses +and tobacco-ashes, the legacy of the last traveller, +which he had hunted out from the kitchen of the little +hostelry,<a name="FNanchor_4_748" id="FNanchor_4_748"></a><a href="#Footnote_4_748" class="fnanchor">[4]</a> and, being a youth of a communicative turn of +mind, began imparting the contents to the fishermen as he +went on.</p> + +<p>"What a bother they are making about these wretched +Corn-laws!<a name="FNanchor_5_749" id="FNanchor_5_749"></a><a href="#Footnote_5_749" class="fnanchor">[5]</a> Here's three or four columns full of nothing +but sliding-scales and fixed duties.<a name="FNanchor_6_750" id="FNanchor_6_750"></a><a href="#Footnote_6_750" class="fnanchor">[6]</a> Hang this tobacco, +it's always going out! Ah, here's something better,—a +splendid match between Kent and England, Brown! Kent +winning by three wickets. Felix fifty-six runs without a +chance, and not out!"</p> + +<p>Tom, intent on a fish which had risen at him twice, +answered only with a grunt.</p> + +<p>"Anything about the Goodwood?"<a name="FNanchor_7_751" id="FNanchor_7_751"></a><a href="#Footnote_7_751" class="fnanchor">[7]</a> called out the third +man.</p> + +<p>"Rory O'More drawn. Butterfly colt amiss," shouted +the student.</p> + +<p>"Just my luck," grumbled the inquirer, jerking his +flies<a name="FNanchor_8_752" id="FNanchor_8_752"></a><a href="#Footnote_8_752" class="fnanchor">[8]</a> off the water, and throwing again with a heavy +sullen splash, and frightening Tom's fish.</p> + +<p>"I say, can't you throw lighter over there? We aren't +fishing for grampuses," shouted Tom across the stream.</p> + +<p>"Hullo, Brown! here's something for you," called out +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_372" id="Page_372">[Pg 372]</a></span> +the reading man next moment; "why, your old master, +Arnold<a name="FNanchor_9_753" id="FNanchor_9_753"></a><a href="#Footnote_9_753" class="fnanchor">[9]</a> of Rugby, is dead."</p> + +<p>Tom's hand stopped half-way in his cast,<a name="FNanchor_10_754" id="FNanchor_10_754"></a><a href="#Footnote_10_754" class="fnanchor">[10]</a> and his line +and flies went all tangling round and round his rod; you +might have knocked him over with a feather. Neither of +his companions took any notice of him, luckily; and with +a violent effort he set to work mechanically to disentangle +his line. He felt completely carried off his moral and +intellectual legs, as if he had lost his standing-point in the +invisible world. Besides which, the deep loving loyalty +which he had felt for his old leader made the shock intensely +painful. It was the first great wrench of his life, +the first gap which the angel Death had made in his circle, +and he felt numbed, and beaten down and spiritless. +Well, well! I believe it was good for him and for many +others in like case, who had to learn by that loss that the +soul of man cannot stand or lean upon any human prop, +however strong, and wise, and good; but that He upon +whom alone it can stand and lean will knock away all such +props in His own wise and merciful way, until there is no +ground or stay left but Himself, the Rock of Ages, upon +whom alone a sure foundation for every soul of man is laid.</p> + +<p>As he wearily labored at his line, the thought struck +him: "It may be all false, a mere newspaper lie," and he +strode up to the recumbent smoker.</p> + +<p>"Let me look at the paper," said he.</p> + +<p>"Nothing else in it," answered the other, handing it up +to him listlessly.<a name="FNanchor_11_755" id="FNanchor_11_755"></a><a href="#Footnote_11_755" class="fnanchor">[11]</a> "Hullo, Brown! what's the matter, +old fellow—aren't you well?"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_373" id="Page_373">[Pg 373]</a></span> +"Where is it?" said Tom, turning over the leaves, his +hand trembling, and his eyes swimming, so that he could +not read.</p> + +<p>"What? What are you looking for?" said his friend, +jumping up and looking over his shoulder.</p> + +<p>"That—about Arnold," said Tom.</p> + +<p>"Oh, here," said the other, putting his finger on the +paragraph. Tom read it over and over again; there could +be no mistake of identity, though the account was short +enough.</p> + +<p>"Thank you," said he at last, dropping the paper; "I +shall go for a walk; don't you and Herbert wait supper +for me." And away he strode, up over the moor at the +back of the house, to be alone, and master his grief if +possible.</p> + +<p>His friend looked after him, sympathizing and wondering; +and, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, walked over +to Herbert. After a short parley,<a name="FNanchor_12_756" id="FNanchor_12_756"></a><a href="#Footnote_12_756" class="fnanchor">[12]</a> they walked together +up to the house.</p> + +<p>"I'm afraid that confounded newspaper has spoiled +Brown's fun for this trip."</p> + +<p>"How odd that he should be so fond of his old master," +said Herbert. Yet they, also, were both public-school +men.</p> + +<p>The two, however, notwithstanding Tom's prohibition, +waited supper for him, and had everything ready when he +came back some half an hour afterward. But he could +not join in their cheerful talk, and the party was soon +silent, notwithstanding the efforts of all three. One +thing only had Tom resolved, and that was that he couldn't +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_374" id="Page_374">[Pg 374]</a></span> +stay in Scotland any longer; he felt an irresistible longing +to get to Rugby, and then home, and soon broke it to the +others, who had too much tact to oppose.</p> + +<p>So by daylight the next morning he was marching +through Ross-shire, and in the evening hit the Caledonian +canal, took the next steamer, and travelled as fast as boat +and railway could carry him to the Rugby station.</p> + +<p>As he walked up to the town, he felt shy and afraid of +being seen, and took the back streets; why, he didn't +know; but he followed his instinct. At the school-gates +he made a dead pause; there was not a soul in the quadrangle,—all +was lonely, and silent, and sad. So with another +effort he strode through the quadrangle, and into +the School-house offices.<a name="FNanchor_13_757" id="FNanchor_13_757"></a><a href="#Footnote_13_757" class="fnanchor">[13]</a></p> + +<p>He found the little matron in her room in deep mourning, +shook her hand, tried to talk, and moved nervously +about; she was evidently thinking of the same subject as +he, but he couldn't begin talking.</p> + +<p>"Where shall I find Thomas?" said he at last, getting +desperate.</p> + +<p>"In the servants' hall, I think, sir. But won't you +take anything?" said the matron, looking rather disappointed.</p> + +<p>"No, thank you," said he, and strode off again to find +the old verger, who was sitting in his little den as of old, +puzzling over hieroglyphics.<a name="FNanchor_14_758" id="FNanchor_14_758"></a><a href="#Footnote_14_758" class="fnanchor">[14]</a></p> + +<p>He looked up through his spectacles, as Tom seized his +hand and wrung it.</p> + +<p>"Ah! you heard all about it, sir, I see," said he.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_375" id="Page_375">[Pg 375]</a></span> +Tom nodded, and then sat down on the shoe-board, +while the old man told his tale, and wiped his spectacles, +and fairly flowed over with quaint, homely, honest sorrow.</p> + +<p>By the time he had done, Tom felt much better.</p> + +<p>"Where is he buried, Thomas?" said he at last.</p> + +<p>"Under the altar in the chapel,<a name="FNanchor_15_759" id="FNanchor_15_759"></a><a href="#Footnote_15_759" class="fnanchor">[15]</a> sir," answered Thomas. +"You'd like to have the key, I dare say."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, Thomas—yes, I should very much." +And the old man fumbled among his bunch, and then got +up, as though he would go with him; but after a few +steps stopped short, and said: "Perhaps you'd like to go +by yourself, sir?"</p> + +<p>Tom nodded, and the bunch of keys were handed to +him with an injunction to be sure and lock the door after +him, and bring them back before eight o'clock.</p> + +<p>He walked quickly through the quadrangle and out +into the close. The longing which had been upon him +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_376" id="Page_376">[Pg 376]</a></span> +and driven him thus far, like the gad-fly<a name="FNanchor_16_760" id="FNanchor_16_760"></a><a href="#Footnote_16_760" class="fnanchor">[16]</a> in the Greek +legends, giving him no rest in mind or body, seemed all +of a sudden not to be satisfied, but to shrivel up, and +pall.<a name="FNanchor_17_761" id="FNanchor_17_761"></a><a href="#Footnote_17_761" class="fnanchor">[17]</a> "Why should I go on? It's no use," he thought, +and threw himself at full length on the turf, and looked +vaguely and listlessly at all the well-known objects. +There were a few of the town-boys playing cricket, their +wicket pitched on the best piece in the middle of the big-side +ground,—a sin about equal to sacrilege in the eyes of +a captain of the eleven. He was very nearly getting up +to go and send them off. "Pshaw! they won't remember +me. They've more right there than I," he muttered. +And the thought that his sceptre had departed, and his +mark was wearing out, came home to him for the first +time, and bitterly enough. He was lying on the very +spot where the fights came off; where he himself had +fought six years ago his first and last battle. He conjured +up the scene till he could almost hear the shouts of +the ring, and East's whisper in his ear; and looking across +the close to the Doctor's private door, half expected to +see it open, and the tall figure in cap and gown come +striding under the elm-trees toward him.</p> + +<p>No, no! that sight could never be seen again. There +was no flag flying on the round tower;<a name="FNanchor_18_762" id="FNanchor_18_762"></a><a href="#Footnote_18_762" class="fnanchor">[18]</a> the School-house +windows were all shuttered up; and when the flag went +up again, and the shutters came down, it would be to welcome +a stranger. All that was left on earth of him whom +he had honored, was lying cold and still under the chapel +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_377" id="Page_377">[Pg 377]</a></span> +floor. He would go in and see the place once more, and +then leave it once for all. New men and new methods +might do for other people; let those who would, worship +the rising star; he at least would be faithful to the sun +which had set. And so he got up, and walked to the +chapel door and unlocked it, fancying himself the only +mourner in all the broad land, and feeding on his own +selfish sorrow.</p> + +<p>He passed through the vestibule<a name="FNanchor_19_763" id="FNanchor_19_763"></a><a href="#Footnote_19_763" class="fnanchor">[19]</a> and then paused for +a moment to glance over the empty benches. His heart +was still proud and high, and he walked up to the seat +which he had last occupied as a sixth-form boy, and sat +himself down there to collect his thoughts.</p> + +<p>And, truth to tell, they needed collecting and setting +in order not a little. The memories of eight years were +all dancing through his brain, and carrying him about +whither they would; while beneath them all, his heart +was throbbing with a dull sense of a loss that could never +be made up to him. The rays of the evening sun came +solemnly through the painted windows above his head, +and fell in gorgeous colors on the opposite wall, and the +perfect stillness soothed his spirit little by little. And he +turned to the pulpit, and looked at it, and then, leaning +forward with his head on his hands, groaned aloud, "If +he could only have seen the Doctor again for one five +minutes, have told him all that was in his heart, what he +owed to him, how he loved and reverenced him, and would, +by God's help, follow his steps in life and death, he could +have borne it all without a murmur. But that he should +have gone away forever without knowing it all, was too +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_378" id="Page_378">[Pg 378]</a></span> +much to bear. But am I sure that he does not know it +all?"—the thought made him start. "May he not even +now be near me, in this very chapel? If he be, am I sorrowing +as he would have me sorrow—as I should wish +to have sorrowed when I shall meet him again?"</p> + +<p>He raised himself up and looked round; and after a +minute rose and walked humbly down to the lowest bench, +and sat down on the very seat which he had occupied on +his first Sunday at Rugby. And then the old memories +rushed back again, but softened and subdued, and soothing +him as he felt himself carried away by them. And +he looked up at the great painted window above the altar, +and remembered how when a little boy he used to try not +to look through it at the elm-trees and the rooks, before +the painted glass came—and the subscription for the +painted glass, and the letter he wrote home for money to +give to it. And there, down below, was the very name of +the boy who sat on his right hand on that first day, +scratched rudely in the oak panelling.</p> + +<p>And then came the thought of all his old schoolfellows; +and form after form of boys, nobler and braver and purer +than he, rose up and seemed to rebuke him. Could he +not think of them, and what they had felt and were feeling, +they who had honored and loved from the first the +man whom he had taken years to know and love? Could +he not think of those yet dearer to him who were gone, +who bore his name and shared his blood, and were now +without a husband or a father? Then the grief which he +began to share with others became gentle and holy, and +he rose up once more, and walked up the steps to the +altar, and, while the tears flowed freely down his cheeks, +knelt down humbly and hopefully, to lay down there his +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_379" id="Page_379">[Pg 379]</a></span> +share of a burden which had proved itself too heavy for +him to bear in his own strength.</p> + +<p>Here let us leave him—where better could we leave +him than at the altar, before which he had first caught a +glimpse of the glory of his birth-right,<a name="FNanchor_20_764" id="FNanchor_20_764"></a><a href="#Footnote_20_764" class="fnanchor">[20]</a> and felt the dawning +of the bond which links all living souls together in one +brotherhood—at the grave, beneath the altar, of him who +had opened his eyes to see that glory, and softened his +heart till it could feel that bond?</p> + +<p>And let us not be hard on him, if at that moment his +soul is fuller of the tomb and him who lies there than of +the altar and Him of whom it speaks. Such stages have +to be gone through, I believe, by all young and brave +souls who must win their way, through hero worship, to +the worship of Him who is the King and Lord of heroes. +For it is only through our mysterious human relationships, +through the love, and tenderness, and purity of mothers, +and sisters, and wives, through the strength, and courage, +and wisdom of fathers, and brothers, and teachers, that we +can come to the knowledge of Him, in whom alone the +love, and the tenderness, and the purity, and the strength, +and the courage, and the wisdom of all these dwell for +ever and ever in perfect fulness.</p> + +<div class="footnotes"> +<h4>FOOTNOTES</h4> +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_745" id="Footnote_1_745"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_745"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> <b>Skye</b>: an island off the west coast of Scotland.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_746" id="Footnote_2_746"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_746"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> <b>Scrub</b>: stunted shrubs.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_747" id="Footnote_3_747"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_747"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> <b>Shingle</b>: a pebbly beach.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_4_748" id="Footnote_4_748"></a><a href="#FNanchor_4_748"><span class="label">[4]</span></a> <b>Hostelry</b>: inn.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_5_749" id="Footnote_5_749"></a><a href="#FNanchor_5_749"><span class="label">[5]</span></a> <b>Corn-laws</b>: laws imposing a heavy tax on imported grain. They +made bread dear, and caused great distress among the laboring classes +in England.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_6_750" id="Footnote_6_750"></a><a href="#FNanchor_6_750"><span class="label">[6]</span></a> <b>Sliding-scales and fixed duties</b>: different kinds of revenue tax.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_7_751" id="Footnote_7_751"></a><a href="#FNanchor_7_751"><span class="label">[7]</span></a> <b>Goodwood</b>: a famous annual horse-race.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_8_752" id="Footnote_8_752"></a><a href="#FNanchor_8_752"><span class="label">[8]</span></a> <b>Flies</b>: artificial flies used as bait.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_9_753" id="Footnote_9_753"></a><a href="#FNanchor_9_753"><span class="label">[9]</span></a> <b>Arnold</b>: Dr. Arnold died suddenly at the School on Sunday morning, +June 12, 1842, the day before his forty-seventh birthday.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_10_754" id="Footnote_10_754"></a><a href="#FNanchor_10_754"><span class="label">[10]</span></a> <b>Cast</b>: throw.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_11_755" id="Footnote_11_755"></a><a href="#FNanchor_11_755"><span class="label">[11]</span></a> <b>Listlessly</b>: carelessly.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_12_756" id="Footnote_12_756"></a><a href="#FNanchor_12_756"><span class="label">[12]</span></a> <b>Parley</b>: conversation.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_13_757" id="Footnote_13_757"></a><a href="#FNanchor_13_757"><span class="label">[13]</span></a> <b>Offices</b>: servants' apartments.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_14_758" id="Footnote_14_758"></a><a href="#FNanchor_14_758"><span class="label">[14]</span></a> <b>Hieroglyphics</b>: here, writing not easily read.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_15_759" id="Footnote_15_759"></a><a href="#FNanchor_15_759"><span class="label">[15]</span></a> <b>Chapel</b>: the late Matthew Arnold wrote the following lines on his +father's tomb in the chapel:— +</p> +<div class="poem"><p> +"O strong soul, by what shore<br /> +Tarriest thou now? For that force,<br /> +Surely, has not been left vain!<br /> +Somewhere, surely, afar,<br /> +In the sounding labor-house vast<br /> +Of being, is practised that strength,<br /> +Zealous, beneficent, firm!<br /> +</p><p><br /> +"Yes, in some far-shining sphere,<br /> +Conscious or not of the past,<br /> +Still thou performest the word<br /> +Of the Spirit in whom thou dost live,—<br /> +Prompt, unwearied, as here!<br /> +</p><p><br /> +"Still thou upraisest with zeal<br /> +The humble good from the ground,<br /> +Sternly repressest the bad!<br /> +Still, like a trumpet, dost rouse<br /> +Those who with half-open eyes<br /> +Tread the border-land dim<br /> +'Twixt vice and virtue; reviv'st,<br /> +Succorest!—this was thy work,<br /> +'This was thy life upon earth.'<br /> +</p><p><br /> +"But thou would'st not <i>alone</i><br /> +Be saved, my father! <i>alone</i><br /> +Conquer and come to thy goal,<br /> +Leaving the rest in the wild.<br /> +Therefore to thee it was given<br /> +Many to save with thyself;<br /> +And at the end of thy days,<br /> +O faithful shepherd! to come,<br /> +Bringing thy sheep in thy hand."<br /> +</p></div> +<p style='text-align:right'><i>Rugby Chapel, November, 1857.</i>—<i>Matthew Arnold.</i></p> +</div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_16_760" id="Footnote_16_760"></a><a href="#FNanchor_16_760"><span class="label">[16]</span></a> <b>Gad-fly</b>: a gad-fly sent by Juno to torment Io, a beautiful maiden +whom Jupiter had transformed into a heifer.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_17_761" id="Footnote_17_761"></a><a href="#FNanchor_17_761"><span class="label">[17]</span></a> <b>Pall</b>: lose strength.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_18_762" id="Footnote_18_762"></a><a href="#FNanchor_18_762"><span class="label">[18]</span></a> <b>Round tower</b>: the entrance to the head-master's residence at Rugby +is through this tower over which a flag generally flies.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_19_763" id="Footnote_19_763"></a><a href="#FNanchor_19_763"><span class="label">[19]</span></a> <b>Vestibule</b>: entrance hall or anteroom.</p></div> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_20_764" id="Footnote_20_764"></a><a href="#FNanchor_20_764"><span class="label">[20]</span></a> <b>Birth-right</b>: here, the highest manhood. (See Ephesians iv. 13.)</p></div> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_380" id="Page_380">[Pg 380]</a></span></p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_381" id="Page_381">[Pg 381]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="INDEX_TO_NOTES" id="INDEX_TO_NOTES"></a>INDEX TO NOTES.</h2> + +<h4>[D.H.M.]</h4> + +<p> +A, <a href="#Page_44">44</a><br /> +Accidence, <a href="#Page_163">163</a><br /> +Achates, <a href="#Page_257">257</a><br /> +Act'ly, <a href="#Page_87">87</a><br /> +Addled, <a href="#Page_271">271</a><br /> +Adscriptus glebæ, <a href="#Page_18">18</a><br /> +Affected, <a href="#Page_202">202</a><br /> +A fortiori, <a href="#Page_24">24</a><br /> +Agamemnon, <a href="#Page_314">314</a><br /> +Aganippe, <a href="#Page_258">258</a><br /> +Agincourt, <a href="#Page_2">2</a><br /> +Aim, <a href="#Page_35">35</a><br /> +Alfred, <a href="#Page_11">11</a><br /> +Allowance, <a href="#Page_322">322</a><br /> +Alma, <a href="#Page_12">12</a><br /> +Amateur nest, <a href="#Page_250">250</a><br /> +Amateurs, <a href="#Page_290">290</a><br /> +Ambrosial, <a href="#Page_251">251</a><br /> +Amy Robsart, <a href="#Page_97">97</a><br /> +Angular Saxon, <a href="#Page_18">18</a><br /> +A'nigst, <a href="#Page_41">41</a><br /> +Antediluvian, <a href="#Page_15">15</a><br /> +Argus, <a href="#Page_164">164</a><br /> +Arnold, Dr., <a href="#Page_372">372</a><br /> +Arra, <a href="#Page_37">37</a><br /> +Arter, <a href="#Page_85">85</a><br /> +Arthur, <a href="#Page_239">239</a><br /> +Asser, <a href="#Page_12">12</a><br /> +Assizes, <a href="#Page_21">21</a><br /> +At large, <a href="#Page_160">160</a><br /> +<br /> +Baal, <a href="#Page_228">228</a><br /> +Babel, <a href="#Page_165">165</a><br /> +Backsword, <a href="#Page_8">8</a><br /> +Bagmen, <a href="#Page_82">82</a><br /> +Bails, <a href="#Page_349">349</a><br /> +Balak, <a href="#Page_11">11</a><br /> +Balances, <a href="#Page_197">197</a><br /> +Balliol, <a href="#Page_127">127</a><br /> +Barrows, <a href="#Page_14">14</a><br /> +Basket handle, <a href="#Page_38">38</a><br /> +Bath, <a href="#Page_296">296</a><br /> +Bating, <a href="#Page_133">133</a><br /> +Beagles, <a href="#Page_128">128</a><br /> +Beating, <a href="#Page_271">271</a><br /> +Bee-orchis, <a href="#Page_7">7</a><br /> +Beggars, <a href="#Page_182">182</a>, <a href="#Page_205">205</a><br /> +Belauded, <a href="#Page_66">66</a><br /> +Belle Sauvage, <a href="#Page_74">74</a><br /> +Bell's Life, <a href="#Page_281">281</a><br /> +Bequest, <a href="#Page_303">303</a><br /> +Berks, <a href="#Page_5">5</a><br /> +Berkshire, <a href="#Page_8">8</a><br /> +Bewick, <a href="#Page_252">252</a><br /> +Big School, <a href="#Page_147">147</a><br /> +Bile, <a href="#Page_266">266</a><br /> +Bill, <a href="#Page_2">2</a><br /> +Bird-fancier, <a href="#Page_253">253</a><br /> +Birth-right, <a href="#Page_379">379</a><br /> +Biscuit, <a href="#Page_77">77</a><br /> +Bist, <a href="#Page_26">26</a><br /> +Bi'st, <a href="#Page_89">89</a><br /> +Black, <a href="#Page_208">208</a><br /> +Blackies, <a href="#Page_310">310</a><br /> +Black Monday, <a href="#Page_7">7</a><br /> +Blethering, <a href="#Page_41">41</a><br /> +Blowing, <a href="#Page_263">263</a><br /> +Blown, <a href="#Page_293">293</a><br /> +Bob, <a href="#Page_208">208</a><br /> +Bolstering, <a href="#Page_158">158</a><br /> +Bona fide, <a href="#Page_45">45</a><br /> +Books, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>, <a href="#Page_182">182</a><br /> +Boomerang, <a href="#Page_310">310</a><br /> +Booths, <a href="#Page_32">32</a><br /> +Boots, <a href="#Page_73">73</a><br /> +Border-farmer, <a href="#Page_251">251</a><br /> +Bore, <a href="#Page_119">119</a><br /> +Bounds, <a href="#Page_70">70</a><br /> +Bout, <a href="#Page_4">4</a><br /> +Bowls, <a href="#Page_90">90</a><br /> +Boxes, <a href="#Page_74">74</a><br /> +Box's head, <a href="#Page_87">87</a><br /> +Braces, <a href="#Page_106">106</a><br /> +Break cover, <a href="#Page_27">27</a><br /> +Brownsover, <a href="#Page_201">201</a><br /> +Brown study, <a href="#Page_75">75</a><br /> +Buckskins, <a href="#Page_34">34</a><br /> +Bucolics, <a href="#Page_163">163</a><br /> +Bulls'-eyes, <a href="#Page_69">69</a><br /> +Bumptiousness, <a href="#Page_95">95</a><br /> +Burgess, <a href="#Page_84">84</a><br /> +Butts, <a href="#Page_7">7</a><br /> +Buxom, <a href="#Page_76">76</a><br /> +Byes, <a href="#Page_350">350</a><br /> +<br /> +Cairn, <a href="#Page_10">10</a><br /> +Cairngorm, <a href="#Page_321">321</a><br /> +Cajoleries, <a href="#Page_184">184</a><br /> +Calico, 19<br /> +Calling over, <a href="#Page_96">96</a><br /> +Callow, <a href="#Page_250">250</a><br /> +Caloric, <a href="#Page_79">79</a><br /> +Camp, <a href="#Page_10">10</a><br /> +Canes, <a href="#Page_105">105</a><br /> +Cant, <a href="#Page_301">301</a><br /> +Cap and gown, <a href="#Page_104">104</a><br /> +Caravans, <a href="#Page_34">34</a><br /> +Cardinal, <a href="#Page_26">26</a><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_382" id="Page_382">[Pg 382]</a></span> +Carlyle, <a href="#Page_369">369</a><br /> +Carte blanche, <a href="#Page_105">105</a><br /> +Cast, <a href="#Page_372">372</a><br /> +Castor, <a href="#Page_38">38</a><br /> +Casts, <a href="#Page_152">152</a><br /> +Catskin, <a href="#Page_94">94</a><br /> +Chaff, <a href="#Page_37">37</a><br /> +Chaffinch, <a href="#Page_272">272</a><br /> +Chaired, <a href="#Page_369">369</a><br /> +Chalet, <a href="#Page_23">23</a><br /> +Chambers, <a href="#Page_4">4</a><br /> +Chapel, <a href="#Page_375">375</a><br /> +Charley, <a href="#Page_8">8</a><br /> +Chartered, <a href="#Page_195">195</a><br /> +Chartism, <a href="#Page_239">239</a><br /> +Chaw, <a href="#Page_19">19</a><br /> +Cheap Jacks, <a href="#Page_33">33</a><br /> +Cheroot, <a href="#Page_76">76</a><br /> +Chesapeake and Shannon, <a href="#Page_124">124</a><br /> +China orange, <a href="#Page_112">112</a><br /> +Chivalrous, <a href="#Page_285">285</a><br /> +Choleric, <a href="#Page_58">58</a><br /> +Chorus, <a href="#Page_325">325</a><br /> +Chronicler, 12<br /> +Churchwarden windows, <a href="#Page_328">328</a><br /> +Cicerone, <a href="#Page_95">95</a><br /> +Civil wars, <a href="#Page_7">7</a><br /> +Clanship, <a href="#Page_3">3</a><br /> +Clement's Inn, <a href="#Page_22">22</a><br /> +Clerk, <a href="#Page_310">310</a><br /> +Clever, <a href="#Page_167">167</a><br /> +Close, <a href="#Page_57">57</a>, <a href="#Page_100">100</a><br /> +Cloth-yard shaft, <a href="#Page_2">2</a><br /> +Coach, <a href="#Page_284">284</a><br /> +Cob, <a href="#Page_88">88</a><br /> +Cobs, <a href="#Page_351">351</a><br /> +Cock, The, <a href="#Page_150">150</a><br /> +Cock, <a href="#Page_309">309</a><br /> +Cock of the House, <a href="#Page_200">200</a><br /> +Cockpit, <a href="#Page_180">180</a><br /> +Cogitation, <a href="#Page_250">250</a><br /> +Colleagues, <a href="#Page_169">169</a><br /> +Combes, <a href="#Page_321">321</a><br /> +Comme, etc., <a href="#Page_23">23</a><br /> +Concord, <a href="#Page_261">261</a><br /> +Confirmed, <a href="#Page_338">338</a><br /> +Congenial, <a href="#Page_236">236</a><br /> +Constituted authorities, <a href="#Page_364">364</a><br /> +Constitutional, <a href="#Page_275">275</a><br /> +Constitutional authority, <a href="#Page_364">364</a><br /> +Construe, <a href="#Page_144">144</a><br /> +Convivial, <a href="#Page_174">174</a><br /> +Convoy, <a href="#Page_97">97</a><br /> +Corn-laws, <a href="#Page_371">371</a><br /> +Corn Market, <a href="#Page_161">161</a><br /> +Cornopean, <a href="#Page_159">159</a><br /> +Corollary, <a href="#Page_57">57</a><br /> +Cosmopolite, <a href="#Page_8">8</a><br /> +Costermonger, <a href="#Page_48">48</a><br /> +Counter, <a href="#Page_292">292</a><br /> +Country sides, <a href="#Page_49">49</a><br /> +County members, <a href="#Page_89">89</a><br /> +Courier, <a href="#Page_22">22</a><br /> +Courts, <a href="#Page_238">238</a><br /> +Coventry, <a href="#Page_175">175</a><br /> +Cover, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>, <a href="#Page_191">191</a><br /> +Coverley, <a href="#Page_43">43</a><br /> +Cover-point, <a href="#Page_350">350</a><br /> +Coxiest, <a href="#Page_185">185</a><br /> +Cressy, <a href="#Page_2">2</a><br /> +Cribbed, <a href="#Page_261">261</a><br /> +Cribs, <a href="#Page_312">312</a><br /> +Crichton, <a href="#Page_56">56</a><br /> +Cricket, <a href="#Page_32">32</a><br /> +Cromlech, <a href="#Page_14">14</a><br /> +Crotchet, <a href="#Page_4">4</a><br /> +Culverin, <a href="#Page_2">2</a><br /> +Curacy, <a href="#Page_4">4</a><br /> +Curry favor, <a href="#Page_338">338</a><br /> +Cut, <a href="#Page_105">105</a>, <a href="#Page_176">176</a>, <a href="#Page_191">191</a><br /> +Cut out, <a href="#Page_290">290</a><br /> +<br /> +Derby, <a href="#Page_182">182</a><br /> +Derogatory, <a href="#Page_218">218</a><br /> +Digamma, <a href="#Page_77">77</a><br /> +Dingle, <a href="#Page_51">51</a><br /> +Dips, <a href="#Page_132">132</a><br /> +Doctor, <a href="#Page_127">127</a><br /> +Dogmatically, <a href="#Page_364">364</a><br /> +Don, <a href="#Page_21">21</a><br /> +Don Quixote, <a href="#Page_355">355</a><br /> +Dot, <a href="#Page_309">309</a><br /> +Dowager, <a href="#Page_238">238</a><br /> +Down, <a href="#Page_7">7</a><br /> +Down shepherd, <a href="#Page_37">37</a><br /> +Doyle, <a href="#Page_1">1</a><br /> +Drag, <a href="#Page_77">77</a><br /> +Dragoons, <a href="#Page_30">30</a><br /> +Dramatis personæ, <a href="#Page_283">283</a><br /> +Drat, <a href="#Page_26">26</a><br /> +Draw, <a href="#Page_191">191</a><br /> +Drawing, <a href="#Page_183">183</a><br /> +Draws, <a href="#Page_354">354</a><br /> +Dresden, <a href="#Page_7">7</a><br /> +Dresser, <a href="#Page_53">53</a><br /> +Dulce domum, <a href="#Page_7">7</a><br /> +<br /> +'E, <a href="#Page_17">17</a><br /> +Ear-marked, <a href="#Page_199">199</a><br /> +Earth, <a href="#Page_342">342</a><br /> +Ee, <a href="#Page_41">41</a><br /> +Ees, <a href="#Page_276">276</a><br /> +Egypt, <a href="#Page_330">330</a><br /> +Elaborate, <a href="#Page_260">260</a><br /> +Elect, <a href="#Page_339">339</a><br /> +Elegiac, <a href="#Page_260">260</a><br /> +Eleven, <a href="#Page_221">221</a><br /> +Elijah, <a href="#Page_228">228</a><br /> +Elysium, <a href="#Page_165">165</a><br /> +Embrangle, <a href="#Page_56">56</a><br /> +Ensconce, <a href="#Page_251">251</a><br /> +Entity, <a href="#Page_139">139</a><br /> +Environments, <a href="#Page_24">24</a><br /> +Ephemeræ, <a href="#Page_206">206</a><br /> +Et ceteras, <a href="#Page_267">267</a><br /> +Ethnology, <a href="#Page_309">309</a><br /> +Eton, <a href="#Page_323">323</a><br /> +Exercised, <a href="#Page_342">342</a><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_383" id="Page_383">[Pg 383]</a></span> +Exhibitions, <a href="#Page_346">346</a><br /> +Experto crede, <a href="#Page_262">262</a><br /> +Extempore, <a href="#Page_257">257</a><br /> +Eyrie, <a href="#Page_10">10</a><br /> +<br /> +Fagging, <a href="#Page_101">101</a><br /> +Fairings, <a href="#Page_33">33</a><br /> +Fat living, <a href="#Page_238">238</a><br /> +Feint, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, <a href="#Page_292">292</a><br /> +Felonious, <a href="#Page_273">273</a><br /> +Felony, <a href="#Page_68">68</a><br /> +Fetish, <a href="#Page_28">28</a><br /> +Fiery cross, <a href="#Page_16">16</a><br /> +File, <a href="#Page_90">90</a><br /> +First-class carriages, <a href="#Page_79">79</a><br /> +First-day boys, <a href="#Page_86">86</a><br /> +First-floor, <a href="#Page_84">84</a><br /> +Fives' court, <a href="#Page_100">100</a><br /> +Flank, <a href="#Page_314">314</a><br /> +Flat, <a href="#Page_356">356</a><br /> +Flies, <a href="#Page_371">371</a><br /> +Flitch, <a href="#Page_53">53</a><br /> +Float, <a href="#Page_29">29</a><br /> +Floored, <a href="#Page_265">265</a><br /> +Fond, <a href="#Page_113">113</a><br /> +Foot-ball, <a href="#Page_101">101</a><br /> +Footman, <a href="#Page_64">64</a><br /> +Foozling, <a href="#Page_271">271</a><br /> +Form, <a href="#Page_168">168</a><br /> +Forms, <a href="#Page_60">60</a><br /> +Freeholders, <a href="#Page_18">18</a><br /> +Frontispiece, <a href="#Page_292">292</a><br /> +Frowzy, <a href="#Page_199">199</a><br /> +Fugle-man, <a href="#Page_124">124</a><br /> +Functionary, <a href="#Page_24">24</a><br /> +Funk, <a href="#Page_135">135</a>, <a href="#Page_232">232</a><br /> +Fustian, <a href="#Page_34">34</a><br /> +<br /> +Gable ended, <a href="#Page_150">150</a><br /> +Gaby, <a href="#Page_68">68</a><br /> +Gad-fly, <a href="#Page_376">376</a><br /> +Gamester, <a href="#Page_30">30</a><br /> +Gammon, <a href="#Page_312">312</a><br /> +Gee, <a href="#Page_208">208</a><br /> +Gee'd 'em, <a href="#Page_279">279</a><br /> +Generic, <a href="#Page_139">139</a><br /> +Genus, <a href="#Page_261">261</a><br /> +Geordie, <a href="#Page_306">306</a><br /> +Get in, <a href="#Page_360">360</a><br /> +Gi's, <a href="#Page_43">43</a><br /> +Goodwood, <a href="#Page_371">371</a><br /> +Gorse, <a href="#Page_8">8</a><br /> +Goth, <a href="#Page_328">328</a><br /> +Gradus, <a href="#Page_246">246</a><br /> +Grampus, <a href="#Page_333">333</a><br /> +Grapnel, <a href="#Page_45">45</a><br /> +Gravelled, <a href="#Page_298">298</a><br /> +Green rides, <a href="#Page_64">64</a><br /> +Grewsome, <a href="#Page_16">16</a><br /> +Grey, <a href="#Page_242">242</a><br /> +Grimaldi, <a href="#Page_97">97</a><br /> +Guard, <a href="#Page_78">78</a><br /> +<br /> +Habeas corpus, <a href="#Page_356">356</a><br /> +Hack, <a href="#Page_81">81</a><br /> +Hacks, <a href="#Page_101">101</a><br /> +Half, <a href="#Page_190">190</a><br /> +Half-a-crown, <a href="#Page_184">184</a><br /> +Half-a-sov., <a href="#Page_95">95</a><br /> +Half-sovereign, <a href="#Page_37">37</a><br /> +Hamper, <a href="#Page_78">78</a><br /> +Hand-grenade, <a href="#Page_2">2</a><br /> +Handle, <a href="#Page_290">290</a><br /> +Hands, <a href="#Page_296">296</a><br /> +Hard all, <a href="#Page_291">291</a><br /> +Hard away, <a href="#Page_354">354</a><br /> +Hard-bitten, <a href="#Page_347">347</a><br /> +Hare and hounds, <a href="#Page_28">28</a><br /> +Harriers, <a href="#Page_128">128</a><br /> +He, <a href="#Page_37">37</a><br /> +Head, <a href="#Page_293">293</a>, <a href="#Page_294">294</a><br /> +Hector, <a href="#Page_283">283</a><br /> +Hecuba, <a href="#Page_163">163</a><br /> +Hedge, <a href="#Page_184">184</a><br /> +Heir-apparent, <a href="#Page_27">27</a><br /> +Helen, <a href="#Page_283">283</a><br /> +Herodotus, <a href="#Page_355">355</a><br /> +Hieroglyphics, <a href="#Page_374">374</a><br /> +High, <a href="#Page_273">273</a><br /> +High feather, <a href="#Page_266">266</a><br /> +Highflyer, <a href="#Page_160">160</a><br /> +High Street, <a href="#Page_84">84</a><br /> +Hind-boot, <a href="#Page_78">78</a><br /> +Hoar-frost, <a href="#Page_79">79</a><br /> +Hob, <a href="#Page_363">363</a><br /> +Holus bolus, <a href="#Page_23">23</a><br /> +Homely, <a href="#Page_157">157</a>, <a href="#Page_239">239</a><br /> +Homer's Iliad, <a href="#Page_283">283</a><br /> +Hop-picking, <a href="#Page_22">22</a><br /> +Horn, <a href="#Page_17">17</a><br /> +Hostelry, <a href="#Page_371">371</a><br /> +Hot-foot, <a href="#Page_206">206</a><br /> +Houses of Palaver, <a href="#Page_182">182</a><br /> +Humble-bees, <a href="#Page_70">70</a><br /> +<br /> +Impecuniosity, <a href="#Page_177">177</a><br /> +Imperial, <a href="#Page_22">22</a><br /> +Impounded, <a href="#Page_106">106</a><br /> +Incarnation, <a href="#Page_147">147</a><br /> +Incongruous, <a href="#Page_260">260</a><br /> +Ingle, <a href="#Page_53">53</a><br /> +Inigo Jones, <a href="#Page_14">14</a><br /> +Innings, <a href="#Page_351">351</a><br /> +Integuments, <a href="#Page_61">61</a><br /> +Intrinsic, <a href="#Page_259">259</a><br /> +Ishmaelites, <a href="#Page_197">197</a><br /> +Island, <a href="#Page_101">101</a><br /> +Islington, <a href="#Page_73">73</a><br /> +Itinerant, <a href="#Page_114">114</a><br /> +<br /> +Jack, <a href="#Page_201">201</a><br /> +J. P., <a href="#Page_19">19</a><br /> +Jobbers, <a href="#Page_20">20</a><br /> +John, <a href="#Page_46">46</a><br /> +Jug, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_142">142</a><br /> +Jugs, <a href="#Page_132">132</a><br /> +<br /> +Keeper, <a href="#Page_13">13</a><br /> +Keepers, <a href="#Page_203">203</a><br /> +Ken, <a href="#Page_344">344</a><br /> +Kestrel, <a href="#Page_256">256</a><br /> +King's College Chapel, <a href="#Page_363">363</a><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_384" id="Page_384">[Pg 384]</a></span> +Kit, <a href="#Page_72">72</a><br /> +Knee, <a href="#Page_290">290</a><br /> +Knights, <a href="#Page_353">353</a><br /> +Kossuth, <a href="#Page_196">196</a><br /> +Kraal, <a href="#Page_23">23</a><br /> +<br /> +Laid, <a href="#Page_7">7</a><br /> +Lakes, <a href="#Page_346">346</a><br /> +Lancet windows, <a href="#Page_32">32</a><br /> +Land me, <a href="#Page_339">339</a><br /> +Larking, <a href="#Page_108">108</a><br /> +Last, <a href="#Page_330">330</a><br /> +Law, <a href="#Page_150">150</a><br /> +Learned poet, <a href="#Page_24">24</a><br /> +Leastway, <a href="#Page_276">276</a><br /> +Leg, <a href="#Page_354">354</a><br /> +Leg-bail, <a href="#Page_354">354</a><br /> +Leg-bye, <a href="#Page_359">359</a><br /> +Legitimate, <a href="#Page_33">33</a><br /> +Leg-shooter, <a href="#Page_351">351</a><br /> +Leicestershire, <a href="#Page_151">151</a><br /> +Lessons, <a href="#Page_237">237</a><br /> +Levy, <a href="#Page_175">175</a><br /> +Lieges, <a href="#Page_20">20</a><br /> +Life-guardsman, <a href="#Page_44">44</a><br /> +Lift, <a href="#Page_93">93</a><br /> +Likely, <a href="#Page_205">205</a><br /> +Line, <a href="#Page_331">331</a><br /> +Lissom, <a href="#Page_52">52</a><br /> +Listlessly, <a href="#Page_372">372</a><br /> +Living, <a href="#Page_239">239</a><br /> +Locus penitentiæ, <a href="#Page_326">326</a><br /> +Lodge, <a href="#Page_82">82</a><br /> +Lombard Street, <a href="#Page_112">112</a><br /> +Long-stop, <a href="#Page_349">349</a><br /> +Lord Craven, <a href="#Page_14">14</a><br /> +Lord Grey, <a href="#Page_242">242</a><br /> +Lord's grounds, <a href="#Page_346">346</a><br /> +Lotus-eaters, <a href="#Page_205">205</a><br /> +Louts, <a href="#Page_123">123</a><br /> +Louvre, <a href="#Page_7">7</a><br /> +Lunging hits, <a href="#Page_292">292</a><br /> +Lupus, <a href="#Page_167">167</a><br /> +Lurcher, <a href="#Page_52">52</a><br /> +<br /> +Magnates, <a href="#Page_300">300</a><br /> +Magpie, <a href="#Page_248">248</a><br /> +Malice prepense, <a href="#Page_301">301</a><br /> +Malignant, <a href="#Page_17">17</a><br /> +Manor, <a href="#Page_50">50</a><br /> +Map, <a href="#Page_11">11</a><br /> +Marianas, <a href="#Page_18">18</a><br /> +Marryat, <a href="#Page_218">218</a><br /> +Marylebone, <a href="#Page_304">304</a><br /> +Martinmas, <a href="#Page_35">35</a><br /> +Match, <a href="#Page_208">208</a><br /> +Matriculating, <a href="#Page_1">1</a><br /> +Maudlin, <a href="#Page_132">132</a><br /> +Medes and Persians, <a href="#Page_131">131</a><br /> +Medicine-man, <a href="#Page_309">309</a><br /> +Meet, <a href="#Page_81">81</a><br /> +Mentor, <a href="#Page_94">94</a><br /> +Mercies, <a href="#Page_339">339</a><br /> +Midge, <a href="#Page_333">333</a><br /> +Midland, <a href="#Page_237">237</a><br /> +Mill, <a href="#Page_282">282</a><br /> +Miltons, <a href="#Page_53">53</a><br /> +Minds, <a href="#Page_35">35</a><br /> +Minimum, <a href="#Page_259">259</a><br /> +Missive, <a href="#Page_67">67</a><br /> +Mistletoe, <a href="#Page_268">268</a><br /> +Moated grange, <a href="#Page_18">18</a><br /> +Momus, <a href="#Page_325">325</a><br /> +Moor, <a href="#Page_321">321</a><br /> +More by token, <a href="#Page_13">13</a><br /> +Moss-troopers, <a href="#Page_252">252</a><br /> +Mucker, <a href="#Page_177">177</a><br /> +Muff, <a href="#Page_132">132</a><br /> +Mullioned, <a href="#Page_58">58</a><br /> +Mummers, <a href="#Page_19">19</a><br /> +Munitions, <a href="#Page_266">266</a><br /> +Muzzling, <a href="#Page_37">37</a><br /> +Mysteries, <a href="#Page_20">20</a><br /> +<br /> +Necromancer, <a href="#Page_71">71</a><br /> +Nem. con., <a href="#Page_284">284</a><br /> +Nestor, <a href="#Page_363">363</a><br /> +Nether, <a href="#Page_61">61</a><br /> +Nicias's galleys, <a href="#Page_157">157</a><br /> +Nominally, <a href="#Page_182">182</a><br /> +Nor, <a href="#Page_85">85</a><br /> +Normal, <a href="#Page_251">251</a><br /> +No side, <a href="#Page_117">117</a><br /> +N[)o]table, <a href="#Page_25">25</a><br /> +Nother, <a href="#Page_53">53</a><br /> +<br /> +Occult, <a href="#Page_50">50</a><br /> +Off, <a href="#Page_350">350</a><br /> +Offices, <a href="#Page_374">374</a><br /> +Old Berkshire, <a href="#Page_8">8</a><br /> +Old John, <a href="#Page_46">46</a><br /> +Old man with a scythe, <a href="#Page_4">4</a><br /> +Ominous, <a href="#Page_191">191</a><br /> +Opodeldoc, <a href="#Page_118">118</a><br /> +Ordnance map, <a href="#Page_11">11</a><br /> +Oriel window, <a href="#Page_92">92</a><br /> +Outlaws, <a href="#Page_200">200</a><br /> +Over, <a href="#Page_348">348</a><br /> +<br /> +Palaver, <a href="#Page_182">182</a>, <a href="#Page_196">196</a><br /> +Palaver houses, <a href="#Page_46">46</a><br /> +Pall, <a href="#Page_376">376</a><br /> +Pan-pipe, <a href="#Page_34">34</a><br /> +Pap-bottle, <a href="#Page_232">232</a><br /> +Parley, <a href="#Page_373">373</a><br /> +Parrying, <a href="#Page_292">292</a><br /> +Partisans, <a href="#Page_291">291</a><br /> +Pater Brooke, <a href="#Page_125">125</a><br /> +Pattens, <a href="#Page_27">27</a><br /> +Peaching, <a href="#Page_176">176</a><br /> +Peas'n, <a href="#Page_276">276</a><br /> +Pea-shooters, <a href="#Page_85">85</a><br /> +Peat, <a href="#Page_321">321</a><br /> +Pecking-bag, <a href="#Page_267">267</a><br /> +Pellets, <a href="#Page_100">100</a><br /> +Pence, <a href="#Page_36">36</a><br /> +Penates, <a href="#Page_181">181</a><br /> +Penny, <a href="#Page_36">36</a><br /> +Petty sessions, <a href="#Page_29">29</a><br /> +Pewter, <a href="#Page_255">255</a><br /> +Phosphorus, <a href="#Page_71">71</a><br /> +Pickwick Papers, <a href="#Page_171">171</a><br /> +Pie match, <a href="#Page_308">308</a><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_385" id="Page_385">[Pg 385]</a></span> +Pig and Whistle, <a href="#Page_85">85</a><br /> +Pikeman, <a href="#Page_79">79</a><br /> +Pillion, <a href="#Page_28">28</a><br /> +Pink, <a href="#Page_81">81</a><br /> +Pinks, <a href="#Page_83">83</a><br /> +Pipe, <a href="#Page_34">34</a><br /> +Plancus, <a href="#Page_109">109</a>, <a href="#Page_258">258</a><br /> +Plantations, <a href="#Page_16">16</a><br /> +Play, <a href="#Page_291">291</a>, <a href="#Page_333">333</a>, <a href="#Page_360">360</a><br /> +Poaching, <a href="#Page_38">38</a><br /> +Po-chay, <a href="#Page_91">91</a><br /> +Pop-joying, <a href="#Page_29">29</a><br /> +Portmanteau, <a href="#Page_78">78</a><br /> +Post-boys, <a href="#Page_159">159</a><br /> +Post-chaise, <a href="#Page_73">73</a><br /> +Pottered, <a href="#Page_33">33</a><br /> +Pound, <a href="#Page_6">6</a><br /> +Præpostors, <a href="#Page_99">99</a><br /> +Predicate, <a href="#Page_281">281</a><br /> +Premising, <a href="#Page_175">175</a><br /> +Priggism, <a href="#Page_46">46</a><br /> +Primum tempus, <a href="#Page_68">68</a><br /> +Prisoner's base, <a href="#Page_61">61</a><br /> +Privateers, <a href="#Page_142">142</a><br /> +Privet, <a href="#Page_13">13</a><br /> +Profane, <a href="#Page_286">286</a><br /> +Progenitors, <a href="#Page_57">57</a><br /> +Proselytizing, <a href="#Page_242">242</a><br /> +Public, <a href="#Page_15">15</a><br /> +Publican, <a href="#Page_51">51</a>, <a href="#Page_228">228</a><br /> +Public schools, <a href="#Page_66">66</a><br /> +Pull, <a href="#Page_140">140</a>, <a href="#Page_293">293</a><br /> +Purely, <a href="#Page_35">35</a><br /> +Puritan, <a href="#Page_26">26</a><br /> +Purl, <a href="#Page_81">81</a><br /> +Pusey horn, <a href="#Page_17">17</a><br /> +Pyrenees, <a href="#Page_114">114</a><br /> +<br /> +Quadrangle, <a href="#Page_94">94</a><br /> +Quaint, <a href="#Page_36">36</a><br /> +Quantities, <a href="#Page_261">261</a><br /> +Quarter, <a href="#Page_293">293</a><br /> +Quarter Sessions, <a href="#Page_21">21</a><br /> +Quickset, <a href="#Page_272">272</a><br /> +Quit, <a href="#Page_170">170</a><br /> +Quixotic, <a href="#Page_4">4</a><br /> +Quoits, <a href="#Page_90">90</a><br /> +<br /> +Rashers, <a href="#Page_82">82</a><br /> +Rating, <a href="#Page_168">168</a><br /> +Raven, <a href="#Page_64">64</a><br /> +Reaches, <a href="#Page_201">201</a><br /> +Reading, <a href="#Page_99">99</a><br /> +Reconnoitered, <a href="#Page_59">59</a><br /> +Red tape, <a href="#Page_46">46</a><br /> +Regulation catskin, <a href="#Page_94">94</a><br /> +Regulator, <a href="#Page_85">85</a><br /> +Richard Swiveller, <a href="#Page_9">9</a><br /> +Rodney, <a href="#Page_2">2</a><br /> +Roc, <a href="#Page_263">263</a><br /> +Roman camp, <a href="#Page_10">10</a><br /> +Rota, <a href="#Page_142">142</a><br /> +Round tower, <a href="#Page_376">376</a><br /> +Rug, <a href="#Page_79">79</a><br /> +Rugby, <a href="#Page_72">72</a><br /> +Rum, <a href="#Page_246">246</a><br /> +Rum un, <a href="#Page_87">87</a><br /> +Runs, <a href="#Page_348">348</a><br /> +Russia, <a href="#Page_108">108</a><br /> +<br /> +Sacer vates, <a href="#Page_2">2</a><br /> +Sack, <a href="#Page_325">325</a><br /> +Salver, <a href="#Page_238">238</a><br /> +Sampler, <a href="#Page_53">53</a><br /> +Sapped, <a href="#Page_336">336</a><br /> +Sappers and Miners, <a href="#Page_11">11</a><br /> +Sar' it out, <a href="#Page_23">23</a><br /> +Sauce-pan, <a href="#Page_181">181</a><br /> +Sauer-kraut, <a href="#Page_7">7</a><br /> +Saxon, <a href="#Page_18">18</a><br /> +Saxons, <a href="#Page_12">12</a><br /> +Scan, <a href="#Page_261">261</a><br /> +Scatter-brain, <a href="#Page_24">24</a><br /> +Science, <a href="#Page_98">98</a><br /> +Scoring-table, <a href="#Page_349">349</a><br /> +Scrub, <a href="#Page_370">370</a><br /> +Scythe, <a href="#Page_4">4</a><br /> +Seal, <a href="#Page_319">319</a><br /> +Sebastopol, <a href="#Page_251">251</a><br /> +Sedan-chair, <a href="#Page_121">121</a><br /> +Sedge-bird, <a href="#Page_271">271</a><br /> +Servants' hall, <a href="#Page_61">61</a><br /> +Sessions, <a href="#Page_21">21</a><br /> +Set-tos, <a href="#Page_353">353</a><br /> +Sets, <a href="#Page_146">146</a><br /> +Settle, <a href="#Page_53">53</a><br /> +Seven and sixers, <a href="#Page_95">95</a><br /> +Sheep-walks, <a href="#Page_14">14</a><br /> +Shell, <a href="#Page_105">105</a><br /> +Shell lesson, <a href="#Page_284">284</a><br /> +Sheridan Knowles, <a href="#Page_328">328</a><br /> +Sheriff, <a href="#Page_348">348</a><br /> +Shilling, <a href="#Page_6">6</a><br /> +Shingle, <a href="#Page_370">370</a><br /> +Shovel, <a href="#Page_42">42</a><br /> +Side, <a href="#Page_117">117</a><br /> +Silver, <a href="#Page_208">208</a><br /> +Sindbad, <a href="#Page_263">263</a><br /> +Sirens, <a href="#Page_22">22</a><br /> +Sir Roger de Coverley, <a href="#Page_43">43</a><br /> +Sir Walter, <a href="#Page_14">14</a><br /> +Six minutes' law, <a href="#Page_150">150</a><br /> +Skittles, <a href="#Page_46">46</a><br /> +Skye, <a href="#Page_370">370</a><br /> +Sliding-scales, <a href="#Page_371">371</a><br /> +Slithering, <a href="#Page_269">269</a><br /> +Slogger, <a href="#Page_287">287</a><br /> +Smock frocks, <a href="#Page_19">19</a><br /> +Snob, <a href="#Page_330">330</a><br /> +Snuggery, <a href="#Page_362">362</a><br /> +Sodden, <a href="#Page_291">291</a><br /> +Sold, <a href="#Page_198">198</a><br /> +Somersetshire, <a href="#Page_30">30</a><br /> +Sovereign, <a href="#Page_37">37</a><br /> +Sparring, <a href="#Page_129">129</a><br /> +Spinney, <a href="#Page_8">8</a><br /> +Sponge, <a href="#Page_296">296</a><br /> +Sprats, <a href="#Page_289">289</a><br /> +Spring-board, <a href="#Page_202">202</a><br /> +Sprung, <a href="#Page_192">192</a><br /> +Squaretoes, <a href="#Page_325">325</a><br /> +Squire, <a href="#Page_17">17</a><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_386" id="Page_386">[Pg 386]</a></span> +Stage, <a href="#Page_80">80</a><br /> +St. Albans, <a href="#Page_80">80</a><br /> +Stall, <a href="#Page_238">238</a><br /> +Standard, <a href="#Page_333">333</a><br /> +Staple, <a href="#Page_165">165</a><br /> +Star, <a href="#Page_74">74</a><br /> +Statute feasts, <a href="#Page_31">31</a><br /> +Steeple-chase, <a href="#Page_97">97</a><br /> +Sterling, <a href="#Page_181">181</a><br /> +St. George, <a href="#Page_13">13</a><br /> +Stickleback, <a href="#Page_28">28</a><br /> +Stiggins, Mr., <a href="#Page_9">9</a><br /> +Stolid, <a href="#Page_55">55</a><br /> +Stone, <a href="#Page_3">3</a><br /> +Studies, <a href="#Page_96">96</a><br /> +Study-fagging, <a href="#Page_178">178</a><br /> +Stuff, <a href="#Page_34">34</a><br /> +Stump, <a href="#Page_349">349</a><br /> +Stumped, <a href="#Page_354">354</a><br /> +Summary, <a href="#Page_288">288</a><br /> +Summut, <a href="#Page_41">41</a><br /> +Surrey, <a href="#Page_322">322</a><br /> +Swarmed, <a href="#Page_269">269</a><br /> +Swiper Jack, <a href="#Page_350">350</a><br /> +Swiping, <a href="#Page_359">359</a><br /> +Swiss Family Robinson, <a href="#Page_58">58</a><br /> +Swiveller, Richard, <a href="#Page_9">9</a><br /> +<br /> +Tabor, <a href="#Page_34">34</a><br /> +Tacitly, <a href="#Page_282">282</a><br /> +Tackle, <a href="#Page_81">81</a><br /> +Tackle-maker, <a href="#Page_204">204</a><br /> +Tails, <a href="#Page_177">177</a><br /> +Talbots, <a href="#Page_2">2</a><br /> +Tally-ho, <a href="#Page_73">73</a><br /> +Tap, <a href="#Page_83">83</a><br /> +Taxidermy, <a 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/> +Un, <a href="#Page_16">16</a><br /> +Uncovenanted mercies, <a href="#Page_339">339</a><br /> +Unctuous, <a href="#Page_290">290</a><br /> +Usher, <a href="#Page_66">66</a><br /> +Utopian, <a href="#Page_238">238</a><br /> +<br /> +Valeted, <a href="#Page_28">28</a><br /> +Van, <a href="#Page_85">85</a><br /> +Vantage-ground, <a href="#Page_152">152</a><br /> +Veathers, <a href="#Page_41">41</a><br /> +Velveteens, <a href="#Page_204">204</a><br /> +Verger, <a href="#Page_100">100</a><br /> +Vernacular, <a href="#Page_19">19</a><br /> +Verses, <a href="#Page_182">182</a><br /> +Vested, <a href="#Page_368">368</a><br /> +Vested interest, <a href="#Page_196">196</a><br /> +Vestibule, <a href="#Page_377">377</a><br /> +Vestry, <a href="#Page_57">57</a><br /> +Veto, <a href="#Page_165">165</a><br /> +Vicarious, <a href="#Page_262">262</a><br /> +Vice, 332<br /> +Vizes, <a href="#Page_44">44</a><br /> +Vlush, <a href="#Page_41">41</a><br /> +Volition, <a href="#Page_256">256</a><br /> +Vools, <a href="#Page_19">19</a><br /> +<br /> +Wainscoted, <a href="#Page_82">82</a><br /> +War, The, <a href="#Page_237">237</a><br /> +'Ware, <a href="#Page_274">274</a><br /> +Wash, <a href="#Page_232">232</a><br /> +Waterloo, <a href="#Page_116">116</a><br /> +Wattle, <a href="#Page_151">151</a><br /> +Way-bill, <a href="#Page_83">83</a><br /> +Wayland Smith's cave, <a href="#Page_14">14</a><br /> +Wench, <a href="#Page_35">35</a><br /> +West-countryman, <a href="#Page_18">18</a><br /> +West End clubs, <a href="#Page_46">46</a><br /> +Whey, <a href="#Page_26">26</a><br /> +Whum, <a href="#Page_19">19</a><br /> +Wicket, <a href="#Page_52">52</a><br /> +Wickets, <a href="#Page_90">90</a>, <a href="#Page_346">346</a><br /> +Wig, <a href="#Page_28">28</a><br /> +Will-he, nill-he, <a href="#Page_105">105</a><br /> +William IV., <a href="#Page_133">133</a><br /> +Wiltshire, <a href="#Page_30">30</a><br /> +Winded, <a href="#Page_293">293</a><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_387" id="Page_387">[Pg 387]</a></span> +Windsor Castle, <a href="#Page_98">98</a><br /> +Wiseacre, <a href="#Page_325">325</a><br /> +Wiseacres, <a href="#Page_213">213</a><br /> +Wooy, <a href="#Page_37">37</a><br /> +Worships, <a href="#Page_358">358</a><br /> +Wos-bird, <a href="#Page_42">42</a><br /> +Wur, <a href="#Page_44">44</a><br /> +Wykeham, <a href="#Page_259">259</a><br /> +<br /> +Yeast, <a href="#Page_45">45</a><br /> +Yeomanry, <a href="#Page_21">21</a>, <a href="#Page_238">238</a><br /> +Yeomen, <a href="#Page_1">1</a><br /> +Yule-tide, <a href="#Page_19">19</a><br /> +</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES</h2> + + +<p>1. 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