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diff --git a/78722-h/78722-h.htm b/78722-h/78722-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..2627297 --- /dev/null +++ b/78722-h/78722-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,2857 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <title> + The toll-keepers and other stories for the young | Project Gutenberg + </title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> + +a { + text-decoration: none; +} + +body { + margin-left: 10%; + margin-right: 10%; +} + +h1,h2 { + text-align: center; + clear: both; +} + +h2.nobreak { + page-break-before: avoid; +} + +hr.chap { + margin-top: 2em; + margin-bottom: 2em; + clear: both; + width: 65%; + margin-left: 17.5%; + margin-right: 17.5%; +} + +img.w100 { + width: 100%; +} + +div.chapter { + page-break-before: always; +} + +p { + margin-top: 0.5em; + text-align: justify; + margin-bottom: 0.5em; + text-indent: 1em; +} + +p.dropcap { + text-indent: 0; +} + +img.dropcap { + float: left; + margin: 0 0.5em 0 0; +} + +p.dropcap:first-letter { + color: transparent; + visibility: hidden; + margin-left: -0.9em; +} + +table { + margin: 1em auto 1em auto; + max-width: 40em; + border-collapse: collapse; +} + +td { + padding-left: 2.25em; + padding-right: 0.25em; + vertical-align: top; + text-indent: -2em; + text-align: justify; +} + +.tdpg { + vertical-align: bottom; + text-align: right; +} + +.center { + text-align: center; + text-indent: 0; +} + +.figcenter { + margin: auto; + text-align: center; +} + +.pagenum { + position: absolute; + right: 4%; + font-size: smaller; + text-align: right; + font-style: normal; +} + +.poetry-container { + text-align: center; +} + +.poetry { + display: inline-block; + text-align: left; +} + +.poetry .stanza { + margin: 1em 0em 1em 0em; +} + +.poetry .verse { + padding-left: 3em; +} + +.poetry .indent0 { + text-indent: -3em; +} + +.poetry .indent2 { + text-indent: -2em; +} + +.smaller { + font-size: 80%; +} + +.titlepage { + text-align: center; + margin-top: 3em; + text-indent: 0; +} + +.x-ebookmaker img { + max-width: 100%; + width: auto; + height: auto; +} + +.x-ebookmaker .poetry { + display: block; + margin-left: 1.5em; +} + +.x-ebookmaker img.dropcap { + display: none; +} + +.x-ebookmaker p.dropcap:first-letter { + color: inherit; + visibility: visible; + margin-left: 0; +} + +/* Illustration classes */ +.illowp50 {width: 50%;} +.x-ebookmaker .illowp50 {width: 100%;} +.illowp100 {width: 100%;} +.illowp75 {width: 75%;} +.x-ebookmaker .illowp75 {width: 100%;} +.illowp85 {width: 85%;} +.x-ebookmaker .illowp85 {width: 100%;} +.illowp33 {width: 33%;} +.x-ebookmaker .illowp33 {width: 100%;} +.illowp64 {width: 64%;} +.x-ebookmaker .illowp64 {width: 100%;} + </style> + </head> + +<body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78722 ***</div> + + +<figure class="figcenter illowp50" id="frontispiece" style="max-width: 29.6875em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/frontispiece.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">[1]</span></p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<h1><span class="smaller">THE</span><br> +TOLL-KEEPERS<br> +<span class="smaller"><span class="smaller">AND OTHER</span><br> +<i>STORIES FOR THE YOUNG</i></span></h1> + +<p class="titlepage"><span class="smaller">BY</span><br> +BENJAMIN CLARKE<br> +<span class="smaller">AUTHOR OF “MY FIRST AND LAST VOYAGE,” ETC. ETC.</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter titlepage illowp100" style="max-width: 8.125em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/line.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p class="titlepage">EDINBURGH<br> +W. P. NIMMO, HAY, & MITCHELL</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_2">[2]</span></p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[3]</span></p> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS.</h2> + +</div> + +<table> + <tr> + <td></td> + <td class="tdpg smaller">PAGE</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>THE TOLL-KEEPERS,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_TOLL-KEEPERS">5</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>CHIPS FROM A NAVAL OFFICER’S LOG,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#CHIPS_FROM_A_NAVAL_OFFICERS_LOG">11</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>A SHORT ACCOUNT OF GIBRALTAR,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#A_SHORT_ACCOUNT_OF_GIBRALTAR">15</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>A GENEROUS ENEMY,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#A_GENEROUS_ENEMY">21</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>THIRSTY JACK,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THIRSTY_JACK">25</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>A VISIT TO MALTA,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#A_VISIT_TO_MALTA">29</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>THE FAT CAPTAIN,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_FAT_CAPTAIN">33</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>A CONVICT STORY,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#A_CONVICT_STORY">37</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>THE LITTER OF PUPS,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_LITTER_OF_PUPS">43</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>ABOUT FISHING,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#ABOUT_FISHING">49</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>AN ANIMAL THAT HAS SEEN BETTER DAYS,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#AN_ANIMAL_THAT_HAS_SEEN_BETTER_DAYS">55</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>CHARLEY FORDER AND HIS SISTERS,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#CHARLEY_FORDER_AND_HIS_SISTERS">61</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>MY GRANDFATHER,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#MY_GRANDFATHER">69</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[4]</span></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>THE CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_CHILDRENS_HOSPITAL">76</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>MY FIRST BEAR,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#MY_FIRST_BEAR">84</a></td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td>THE PLOT DISCOVERED,</td> + <td class="tdpg"><a href="#THE_PLOT_DISCOVERED">90</a></td> + </tr> +</table> + +<p><i>The “Chips from a Naval Officer’s Log” are all +strictly true, having been related to the Writer by officers +who bore witness to the truth of their statements.</i></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 12.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer01.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[5]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header01.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_TOLL-KEEPERS">THE TOLL-KEEPERS.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-b.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">Bushgrove farm-house was a right +snug homestead, and the farm-yard, +and the rick-yard, and the +out-buildings said very plainly that Farmer +Cousens was a well-to-do man. To spend +one fine summer’s day at Bushgrove would +furnish you children with enough to talk +about for a month. There would be something +to suit the tastes of all of you. Some +of the boys would make for the stable at +once, and very likely would get a chance of +a ride in one of the carts to some part of the +farm; others would venture up in the loft +above, and perform some daring somersaults +on the soft hay; some of the girls would get +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[6]</span>permission to feed the poultry, and be delighted +when the different sorts came half +running, half flying at the sight of the well-known +bowl; others would only be too glad +to help Mrs Cousens in the house, especially +if they were entrusted with the important +duty of going up to the apple room and +selecting the nicest, rosiest apples for the +pie. But none, either of the boys or girls, +would be far away when the cows were +milked just before tea, for a draught of new +milk warm from the cow is a treat that +Londoners do not easily forget.</p> + +<p>I will undertake, however, to say that +not one of you when thinking over your +day’s pleasure, but would decide that the +most enjoyable part of your visit was your +introduction to little Sophy and Nelly +Cousens.</p> + +<p>Oh! their father would not think much of +his farm or his ricks if he had not these little +rogues about him, and their mother would +consider Bushgrove a very dismal home +without these little feet trotting about it: +it was hard to say who was the farmer’s +favourite. Sophy was the elder and the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[7]</span>prettier, so strangers said, but “Bless you,” +he would say, “folks may talk, but they +won’t persuade me which is the prettier, for +I don’t want to know: ’tis just like this with +cows—some like ’em all roan, others like ’em +spotted, but Betty doesn’t care which way +’tis as long as they are quiet and well-behaved +when she milks ’em; so I say, as long +as the dear children are good, what’s the use +of comparing ’em feature by feature?” But +friends could not help comparing their manner. +Nelly, though only four,—more than a +year younger than her sister—was by far the +sturdier child, and far less shy and bashful. +She would hold up her dear honest face +for any one to kiss that spoke kindly to +her, while Sophy needed to be persuaded +that you loved her before she would raise +her drooping eyes, much less her plump +cheeks.</p> + +<p>Now Farmer Cousens used to grumble—all +farmers have some cause, they say; and +his was, that he could not take his corn, or +his hay, or his vegetables to market without +paying a heavy toll. But when most inclined +to complain, he would think of the other +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[8]</span>toll gate nearer home, and then his face +would lighten up with a smile.</p> + +<p>I wonder who kept that other gate, and +what the toll was for passing through.</p> + +<p>It was very strictly kept by two little +keepers, who were very partial indeed in +deciding who were to pay, and who were +to go free; and, strange to say, those they +loved best had to pay the most. Why, they +let their toll gate take care of itself till just +as they knew their father would be coming +home; then they would take up their places—Sophy +on her feet, ready to catch him if +he should try to run through; and Nelly +sitting up on the bars, to get a ride when the +gate was opened, as well as her toll. Sometimes +her father pretended he could not open +it with such a great heavy weight on it, but +she was not to be done in that way. If anything +delayed him longer than usual, Sophy +would soon begin to get anxious and fear he +would not come before it was time for her to +go to bed, but little Nelly rested her heels on +the bar, and planted her hands so firmly, as +much as to say, “Here I sit till he does +come.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[9]</span></p> + +<p>All right, Sophy; cheer up, little woman; +I hear old Bob’s steady trot, your father is +coming, and you won’t care about our society +just now; so good-bye both of you, and save +some kisses for us when we next go through—we +shall want lots of change for our +money.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp75" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer02.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span></p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header02.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHIPS_FROM_A_NAVAL_OFFICERS_LOG">CHIPS FROM +A NAVAL OFFICER’S LOG.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-i.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">I hardly know whether I ought to +call the short story I am going to +tell you “a chip” from my log, or +not; for this reason, that it did not occur in +my own experience, but was related to me. +However, like all my other chips, you may +rely on its truth. I can vouch for the fact +that I am going to mention, and you may +rely on whatever you find in my log, for old +sailors have seen too many wonderful things +that have really happened to go out of their +way to take in their listeners by trying to +impose upon them.</p> + +<p>If you want wonderful things that never +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span>happened; if you want frightful scenes that +never could have occurred; if you want +battles written by people that scarcely know +the stem from the stern of a ship; that know +nothing of the Queen’s service, and precious +little of the Queen’s English, then you must +go to “Admiral Dick; or, the Death Calm;” +or, “Stick-at-nothing Tom; or, the Gory +Capstan,” or some such rubbish as you see +advertised, and alas! see read. Now, I won’t +say more about this now, except that the +boys and girls who care for my chips, and +take any interest in them, will find them +truthful and harmless, neither of which +qualities do those exciting and absurd tales +possess.</p> + +<p>Well, when I was serving in the “Conqueror” +frigate, there was a midshipman who +was a Turk by birth. He was the only Turk +I ever knew in Her Majesty’s service; but +this youngster was not a bad sort of a fellow +in his way. ’Twas from him I heard this +short story, with which he was personally +familiar. In a former ship in which he +sailed, there was a passenger who had made +some money as a milkman at Constantinople, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span>which he kept in a bag in his cabin, and was +very fond of retiring there and counting it +over. Now, the captain had a pet monkey +that used to watch this man, and seeing him +so often going to this bag, he thought there +must be something in it worth examining; +so one day he watched his opportunity, ran +into the man’s cabin, seized the bag, and +climbed with it up to the mainsail-yard. +The man soon missed his bag, and soon found +out where it was gone, for the monkey began +taking out the gold coins, and throwing +them alternately on the deck and into the +sea.</p> + +<p>Those that fell on the deck the poor man +greedily picked up, but the half of them that +went overboard, of course, were lost. He did +not intend putting up with his loss so quietly, +for he held the captain responsible, as it was +his monkey that had robbed him.</p> + +<p>Nothing could be done until the vessel +got into port, when the man had the captain +brought before the Kadi, or magistrate, to +recover the value of the coins lost.</p> + +<p>“You were a milkman?” said the Kadi.</p> + +<p>“I was, sir,” replied the man.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span></p> + +<p>“And, pray, will you tell me how much +water you used to put with your milk?”</p> + +<p>The man was much confused, and replied, +he would rather not tell; but as he saw the +magistrate was determined to know, he at +last confessed he used to mix one-half.</p> + +<p>“Very well, then,” said the Kadi, “it appears +to me that only one-half of what you +earned was honestly yours. You have got, +therefore, all that was your due, and this +monkey has only thrown <i>into</i> the water the +amount of profit you dishonestly got <i>out of</i> +the water.”</p> + +<p>Thus, judgment was given against the man, +and every one but he felt how just it was.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 25.0em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer03.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header03.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_SHORT_ACCOUNT_OF_GIBRALTAR">A SHORT ACCOUNT OF GIBRALTAR.<br> +<span class="smaller">FROM NOTES OF A PERSONAL VISIT.</span></h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-t.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">The rock, the town, the bay, and the +strait of Gibraltar lie, as you know, +at the southern extremity of Spain, +but I dare say if you have been at all interested +in the place, you have fallen into the +same mistake that many have who are +older than you. They have thought the +town was near the mouth of the strait which +its artillery is supposed to command.</p> + +<p>But this is not the case, the town is more +than twenty miles from the Atlantic, and its +guns, instead of pointing southward to the +straits, which are here no less than fifteen +miles across, point towards the bay on the +west, where alone it is accessible, and to the +Spanish mainland on the north.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span></p> + +<p>Looking at Gibraltar from the sea, it is +indeed a grand sight. The rock is formed of +marble and limestone, and rises to three +points, the loftiest of which, Sugar Loaf +Point, is 1439 feet from the sea. Europa +Point is on the south, and here, on an oval +platform, stands the governor’s cottage.</p> + +<p>One of the most dreadful tragedies I ever +heard of in the way of duelling came off at +Europa Point. One evening an American +officer was going through the guard-room—where +were a number of English officers—on +the way to his ship, when as he passed he +overheard the Englishmen mention, in no +insulting manner, the word “Yankee.” He +returned, boiling over with rage, and told +them they should repent the insult, which +they declared was never intended. However, +the American returned next day with a challenge +from as many officers of his ship as +there were English officers of our army in +the guard-room, to fight duels.</p> + +<p>The English took up the challenge, but +stipulated that they would none of them fight +with Americans of inferior rank. This threw +out some of the Americans, so that then there +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span>were more English than necessary, and they +arranged amongst themselves that no married +men, but only single ones, should go forth to +this mad encounter. The morning came, and +at Europa Point there stood up in deadly +combat four English against four American +officers, of whom two were killed and three +or four wounded. Now I cannot be quite +exact as to the number; I know however I +am rather under the mark than over—but +the main incident I had from most reliable +authority at Gibraltar.</p> + +<p>On landing, one is disappointed with the +town itself, which is situated at the base of +the rock. It is a miserable place, with small +dirty-looking houses and straggling irregular +streets. The inhabitants themselves—some +20,000 of them—are not very attractive, such +a mixture of English, Spanish, Moors, and +Turks, with but little in the fair sex to warrant +their being called so. But if you are +not struck with the beauty of the people, you +will be with the strength of the place. All +the descriptions you may have read will not +prepare you for the reality, so that I do not +expect my account of it will bring you much +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span>nearer. I will merely say, therefore, that +there are four or five tiers of galleries rising +one above another on one side of the rock, +in which are placed guns of immense power +and weight. Smaller batteries are placed in +every possible direction, and altogether there +can be stowed away ammunition and provisions +sufficient for a very long siege. +Ordinarily, there are about seven thousand +soldiers on the rock, of whom about three +thousand belong to the artillery, but these +are not enough to work all the guns, so that +in case of war many more would be sent out.</p> + +<p>Ah! in case of war; that reminds us that it +has often been the scene of warfare, and perhaps +a short sketch of its past history would +not be uninteresting to our young readers.</p> + +<p>When William III. assisted Charles III. of +Spain against Philip V. it was agreed that +Gibraltar was to be given to England, but as +the agreement was not kept, and Gibraltar +was not handed over to us, Sir G. Rooke took +forcible possession of it in the year 1704. +An attempt was made by the Spaniards to +recover it, but it was formally ceded to us in +July 1713.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span></p> + +<p>In the year 1779, during the war with +America, Gibraltar was blockaded by the +French and Spanish squadrons. The garrison, +under Governor-General Elliott, made a brave +resistance, but was subject to great privations +by reason of the provisions running +scarce through the long siege. At last a +vessel hove in sight which proved to be the +forerunner of Admiral Rodney’s squadron of +twenty ships, who, having defeated the enemy, +came to the relief of the garrison.</p> + +<p>Since then the Spaniards have often desired +to be again in possession of Gibraltar, and +have made some attempts, but always unsuccessful. +They now see the value and importance +of it, and so do we. It is the key to +the Mediterranean, and though England has +a good many keys on her bunch, she is not +likely to give up this one.</p> + +<p>And now with an anecdote nearer our own +time, I must close. You know that William +IV. was in the navy when young, and once, +when he was a midshipman, he served under +Admiral Digby in the <i>Prince George</i>.</p> + +<p>When the Spanish Admiral Langara was +a prisoner of the English, he visited Admiral +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span>Digby, and was introduced to His Royal +Highness, who retired during the conference, +but reappeared at its conclusion as the midshipman +on duty, respectfully informing the +Spanish Admiral that the boat was manned +ready for him. “Well does Great Britain +merit the empire of the sea,” exclaimed the +Spaniard, “when the humblest stations in +her navy are occupied by princes of the +blood.”</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp85" style="max-width: 12.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer04.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header04.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_GENEROUS_ENEMY">A GENEROUS ENEMY.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-i.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">In 1815 I was a “younker,” or midshipman, +on board His Majesty’s +ship “Swinger,” a twelve-gun brig.</p> + +<p>I remember one day, soon after we left +Surinam, our captain hobbled upon deck—for +he had a wooden leg—and as his custom +was, he stood up near one of the guns, and +looked over the ship’s side.</p> + +<p>“Beat to quarters,” shouted the captain; +and sure enough ’twas no false alarm, for +bearing right down upon us was a ship much +larger than our own, which we soon made +out to be an American. Nothing daunted +by her size or her superior armament, and +consequently larger ship’s company, we prepared +for action, and soon gave the enemy a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span>taste of our metal. Nothing could have +been better than the manner in which our +guns were served, for although we had but +sixty men and boys, and twelve guns, whilst +the enemy had 145 men and boys, and fifteen +guns, we kept up a galling fire for two hours +and a-half, until the American, finding she +had had as much as she cared for, and not +wanting a closer acquaintance, made off and +left us.</p> + +<p>We gave chase for the remainder of the +day, but as she was a much faster ship than +ours she made good her escape.</p> + +<p>Soon after, we returned to Surinam; but on +the way we painted our ports, so that we +were not at first recognised.</p> + +<p>I had better explain that when we left we +were painted entirely black, but on our return +we were black and white, something +like a chess-board.</p> + +<p>When we asked “what news,” we were +told that a little black brig, that had recently +left, had been licked by an American. We +had a good laugh, of course, and we were +able to give a much better account of the +little black brig than that.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span></p> + +<p>Well, six years after, in 1821, a friend of +mine was in the West Indies, and was +thrown into contact with the captain of the +American vessel that encountered the +“Swinger.” He often spoke of the engagement, +and declared “he would give anything +to see her captain, for he was the smartest +man he’d ever came across.”</p> + +<p>“Why,” said my friend, “the officer who +commanded the ‘Swinger’ is now here, and +is an old friend of mine. I shall be delighted +to introduce you.”</p> + +<p>Accordingly it was arranged, and a friendly +meeting took place between the two former +enemies. The American rushed up to his +old opponent, and shook him by the hand in +such a hearty manner, that it was some +minutes before he relinquished his grasp. +“I’m delighted to see you, sir,” he said; +“you’re the cleverest man I ever saw, by a +long chalk. Why, I expected to chaw you +up in about half-an-hour, and instead of that, +in about two you gave me such a walloping +that I ran into port and didn’t venture out +again. We had nine killed and fifteen +wounded; how many had you?”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span></p> + +<p>“Only five killed and wounded.”</p> + +<p>“Well done! give us your hand again, +captain!”</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp75" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer05.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header05.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THIRSTY_JACK">THIRSTY JACK.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-t.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">This little story I am going to tell +you is a very small chip, so small, +indeed, that it might be almost +called a shaving, but it comes into my mind +just now, and is such a trifling occurrence, +that unless I tell you now I may forget it at +another time. It will just do to fill up a +spare moment or two while your candle is +being got ready for bed, or after you have +finished your dinner, and have a minute to +spare, or while you are waiting to be attended +to in a shop.</p> + +<p>It is about Jack Fraser, one of our lieutenants +in the ——. Well, on second thoughts, +I won’t tell you the name of the ship, or +some of my fair young friends may be +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span>ingenious enough to look through old Navy +Lists, and by seeing when my ship was at +the station I am going to mention, may discover +that I must be getting very old, whereas +I want you all to fancy I’m very young. At +all events, though my timbers are creaking, +and my skylights getting dim, and my figure-head +rather grey, I am still fond of boys +and girls, and like to have them about me.</p> + +<p>Well, about Jack Fraser. We were at +Jamaica, which is, as you know, rather a +warm climate. Fraser was what they call +“a thirsty soul,” that is, one very fond of his +glass; not his spyglass for looking abroad, or +his looking-glass for looking at home, but his +wine glass and grog-tumbler. He had always +some excuse, though I can’t call it a reason. +When here, he used to say it was so hot we +could only keep cool by drinking; when +farther north in colder climates, he declared +the only way to keep warm was by drinking; +and when on any home station on half-pay, +he used to say that this was such a wretched +climate that he could only keep off “the +blues” by his glass regular. I always think +when I hear any one finding excuses like this +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span>for drinking, that he is rather ashamed of it +himself, and that he indulges far more than +is generally supposed.</p> + +<p>Well, one afternoon he went ashore at +Port Royal, and had not returned when we all +turned in, and when all lights were turned +out. By and by Jack came on board and +began fumbling about for something to drink. +The steward had retired, so he knew he could +not get supplied. My cabin opened in the +mess-room, so I heard him talking to himself +about his misfortune in being so thirsty and +in not getting anything to drink. Presently +I found out he had discovered some, which +he soon drank off, for in a few seconds I +heard such a spitting and spluttering that I +laughed right out, for I at once guessed what +had happened. He had got hold of the jug +which contained a decoction for enticing +mosquitoes and other insects to it, and which +had done its work pretty well that day. It +was this liquid Fraser had drunk, and it was +these mosquitoes that he had spit out, except +such as had been swallowed past recovery.</p> + +<p>I wish this had taught him a lesson; but +this bad habit, even more than others, though +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span>it may receive many checks, is with the +greatest difficulty given up.</p> + +<p>Take care, young friends, that you do not +form them.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp75" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer06.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header06.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_VISIT_TO_MALTA">A VISIT TO MALTA.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-t.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">The view of Malta did not quite +equal my expectations, though the +I harbour certainly is very fine, and +the number of gay and picturesque-looking +boats makes it a lively scene. The fortifications +are of great extent, but so different +from Gibraltar, being all artificial. I need +hardly say that Malta is an island in the +Mediterranean, between Africa and Sicily, +but perhaps it may be necessary to mention +that it is about 20 miles long by 12 broad.</p> + +<p>By the way, Malta is not unlike some +human beings—naturally barren and of no +use, but by culture and application and diligence, +and with help from others, how very +fertile they become?</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span></p> + +<p>This reflection occupies us whilst we row +to land—there to see for ourselves the places +of note. The streets are very curious, being +large flights of steps leading up from the sea +into the town. The church of St John and +the governor’s house are well worth seeing; +but one of the finest modern buildings is the +Hospital, on the left hand side of the entrance +to the town. The hotels and shops are very +good, that is, you can get what you require, +but then you have to pay rather dearly; +perhaps the people think that persons going +to the East must make all their purchases +here, as it is the last European place at which +the steamers stop, and that persons coming +from the East are only too glad to prepare +here for the colder climate they will encounter +before they finish their journey, and +so do not much mind what they pay for +things. The population is somewhat over +125,000, and as most of the inhabitants are +Roman Catholics, there is a great deal of +church-going. But the bell-ringing is enough +to summon ten times the number of people +to matins and vespers;—clang, clang, ding, +dong,—the noise is incessant. I am talking, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span>of course, of the time when I was there, but +I hear that much of the nuisance has been +done away with. Then, besides the churches, +there are many monasteries, one of which I +visited, and of which I will tell you, as a very +singular custom is in force there, that of +baking the deceased friars.</p> + +<p>The monastery is one of the Capuchin +order, and as soon as one of the monks dies, +his body is exposed to a dry heat; whereby +the softer parts become hardened; then he is +propped up in a niche set apart for him, and +his name and history are written above. The +catacombs, where all these bodies are placed, +consist of a long narrow room dimly lighted, +and filled with a faint sickly odour; on +either side is a row of corpses attired in the +robes of their order, with ropes fastened +round them as waistbands. Over each niche +branches of the bay tree were wreathed, and +among them the monks, with horrible ingenuity, +had intertwined garlands and festoons +of skulls, thigh bones, legs, and arms. +The monk who accompanied me appeared +intensely gratified and exultant over these +disgusting things, and when he pointed out +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span>one old fellow who had been baked about a +hundred years, he was in raptures.</p> + +<p>Rather an unpleasant order to belong to! +Fancy seeing your niche in the wall that +your body will fill up some day! almost as +bad as the custom in Iceland of standing the +minister’s coffin in the church near the +pulpit, or as the man who bought a job lot +of coffins, thinking they would be sure to +come in useful some day.</p> + +<p>An officer of ours accompanied me, who +two years ago knew one of the monks, and +on his asking for him, he was taken to a +newly-filled niche, and there shown his old +friend in a state of mummyism, as he had +been dead some months.</p> + +<p>Instead of being an order of <i>friars</i>, they +should be called an order of <i>bakers</i>.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 12.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer07.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header07.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_FAT_CAPTAIN">THE FAT CAPTAIN.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-o.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">One of the queerest men I ever knew +was Captain ——. Well, there, +you won’t be any wiser if I tell +you his name. He has been dead some time, +but many of his friends are still living, so +I will merely call him the fat captain.</p> + +<p>He was an immensely stout man, and if +he wasn’t a port admiral, he was a portly +captain.</p> + +<p>Once when his ship was in the Piræus, he +gave an entertainment to some of the principal +residents at Athens, among whom were +many ladies. They spent a merry evening +on board the ship, and when it was time for +the party to break up, the captain called +aside the first lieutenant, who was a very +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span>small man indeed, by the way, and told him +that when the boats were putting off from +the ship he would fall into the water, +and asked the lieutenant if he would mind +jumping in after him. The latter, quite +appreciating the joke, readily consented, for +both could swim; and they waited to carry +out their intention.</p> + +<p>But the gunner had overheard the conversation, +and knew what was going to take place.</p> + +<p>Now this man was a great favourite on +board, especially with the captain, with whom +he had sailed six years. He was the handiest +man imaginable, and could do anything, even +to repairing any watches that might be out +of order. His readiness and willingness gave +him a certain position which made him rather +saucy.</p> + +<p>When he heard of the captain’s intended +joke, he thought some fun might be made +out of it, and so he went below and told all +the men of it.</p> + +<p>At length the party was ready to go. It +was a lovely night; the moon shone on the +still blue water, and the ladies were looking +forward to a pleasant row to land.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span></p> + +<p>Just as the boats had got clear of the ship +there was a sudden splash as a body fell +heavily into the water, and a cry was instantly +raised, “The captain overboard.”</p> + +<p>Another splash! as over went the lieutenant, +the ladies screaming, greatly terrified.</p> + +<p>No sooner was the lieutenant in the water, +when splash! splash! splash! as from every +port-hole on that side of the ship plunged +sailor after sailor, who had been waiting, undressed, +for the captain’s joke.</p> + +<p>Then followed quite a scrimmage as to +who should save the captain, until the unfortunate +man was being rather roughly handled +in the very laudable and extraordinarily +prompt efforts, as he thought, to save his +life. When the ladies got over the fright of +the supposed accident, and the proximity of +so many naked tars, they entered into the +fun and enjoyed it with the others.</p> + +<p>I don’t know if the captain ever knew of +the part the gunner had taken in the affair, +but he always continued to be a favourite +with him, although the captain frequently +declared he was the greatest blackguard in +the ship.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span></p> + +<p>Some time after, when the captain’s vessel +was ordered home, he sent for the gunner +and told him he was going home, but wouldn’t +disgrace himself by taking such a blackguard +back to England. He said he was transferred +to another ship, and handed him two letters. +When he got out of the cabin the man found +that one letter contained his discharge to the +admiral’s ship, and the other a ten-pound +note.</p> + +<p>They quite understood one another, and I +dare say the gunner would rather have had +his captain’s abuse than his praise. Queer +fellow, wasn’t he?</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp33" style="max-width: 6.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer08.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header08.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="A_CONVICT_STORY">A CONVICT STORY.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-i.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">It was soon after landing at Sydney +from my second voyage that I fell +in with an old friend, who was then +a magistrate of the town.</p> + +<p>After comparing notes since we had last +met, he asked me to go out and visit his family +who lived in the bush, about seven miles +from Sydney. The captain of the “Tartar,” +the vessel I had come out in, was to go with +me; and so we hired a gig, and drove out.</p> + +<p>It was a wild, dreary country, sure enough, +that we went over, and a most dismal locality +to reside in. Why, the nearest house was +the police-station, and that was three miles +off; but, as we shall see, the police are not at +all bad neighbours in that part of the world.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span></p> + +<p>We got to our journey’s end, and the first +sight we saw was four gibbets erected near +the gate. We thought, perhaps, that they +were the sign that a magistrate lived there, +or that they were put up, just like the old +stocks one sometimes sees on a village green, +to be ready when wanted, and to be a terror +to people always; but the account that my +friend gave showed that they were erected +for some real criminals.</p> + +<p>About six weeks before this, a gentleman +and his son were spending Sunday here; and +in the afternoon the young man, with my +friend’s son, were strolling about the yard, +when they fancied they heard a strange noise +in an out-house.</p> + +<p>They listened for some time, till, feeling +sure they heard footsteps, they went near, +and opened the door, when immediately they +found themselves attacked by four convicts.</p> + +<p>A desperate struggle took place, for the +young men were strong, and were not to be +easily beaten; but the odds were too great, +and it might have gone very hard with +them, had not the scuffle been heard in-doors.</p> + +<p>My friend said he was sitting with his +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span>daughter in the back parlour, when he heard +a noise of heavy footfalls, with loud and +laboured breathing. They went out into the +yard, the father taking his gun with him; but, +as it was getting dusk, they could see nothing.</p> + +<p>“Who’s there?” shouted he. No answer; +but he could just make out the form of a +man scrambling from the ditch, and retreating +over the wall. He fired; and then three +other men retreated in like manner. The +young men quickly appeared and related +how they had been attacked, and how narrowly +they had escaped strangulation, for it +was their hard breathing that had been heard +in-doors.</p> + +<p>They soon informed the police, who quickly +caught the four men, and they were hung +near the scene of their crime.</p> + +<p>I had been left with the ladies for some +time, wondering where my friend and the +captain had gone; but when I came to inquire, +I was rather annoyed to find that they +had gone to Sydney in the gig, as the magistrate +was sent for in a hurry, and had left +word for me to remain there for the night. +I must say I did not like the idea at all.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span></p> + +<p>I knew something of these convicts, what +desperate fellows they were, and thought it +not unlikely that they might resent the +punishment so lately inflicted on some of +their order, particularly as the gibbets reminded +them of the event, and were likely +to keep alive any ill-feeling that might exist. +Besides, I knew I was the only male in the +house, and that great things would be expected +of me in case of an alarm.</p> + +<p>When I got up to my room, my first care +was to fasten the door; but, alas! there was +no lock; and I could only discover a small +button. I then searched the room for some +weapon, and found a gun; but this, like the +door, was without a lock. I got hold of a +<i>whaddy</i>, a short, club-like stick, heavier at +one end than the other; so, placing this +with the gun near me, I jumped into bed. +Then I was rather ashamed of myself for +getting at all alarmed, and so I soon went +asleep. I was awoke shortly after by the +sound of heavy breathing, such as my friend +had described; and at once all the circumstances +of his account came into my mind. +I sat up in bed, and heard the breathing—now +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span>dying away, now getting louder—and +also footsteps in like manner. I got out of +bed, seized my weapons, and was close to the +door, feeling that a desperate encounter was +at hand. I should not care to see a sketch +of myself as I then appeared. My lower +limbs were altogether unprotected, and +were not very steady; but I hope you +will charitably put down any shaking +there may have been to cold rather than +fear.</p> + +<p>The footsteps were again drawing near, the +breathing was more plainly heard, and the +door was gently shaken. I opened it, sprang +out—shouted “Who’s there?”—got no answer—saw +no one—listened—heard the footsteps +retreating, and felt sure there were +several. I then returned to my room, and +soon heard the footsteps again approaching +so this time prepared for the worst; and +when I imagined they had got up to the +door, I rushed out, and confronted two as +strongly-built, savage-looking <i>bloodhounds</i> as +I ever saw, which, after giving a good sniff +at my legs—I, of course, expected a bite—turned +round, and kept their watch as before. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span>My friend had got them since the night of +the attack as a protection.</p> + +<p>Ah! it’s all very well to laugh now, but it +was no laughing matter at the time, my +young friends.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 12.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer09.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header09.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_LITTER_OF_PUPS">THE LITTER OF PUPS.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-o.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">“Oh! my! what beauties!” exclaimed +Jessie Barton, on coming down +one morning and finding that their +dear old “Floss” had become a joyful mother. +The household was soon informed of the fact +and hastened to welcome the little strangers. +Tom, who was Jessie’s brother, and two years +older, immediately had ideas of appropriation, +and wanted to know which he might +have. But his father said they would not +decide yet, but had better select two that were +to live, and destroy the rest. In vain Tom +urged, in vain Jessie pleaded for the innocents; +Mr Barton said it was kindness to +the mother, who could not possibly do justice +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span>to the whole litter—seven in number; and +to the pups themselves, who could not be all +kept by them, but would be given away, +and might fall into cruel hands.</p> + +<p>So five of the number were quickly immersed +in a bucket, and were kept under +water by a mop until, in a few seconds, their +very young life was extinguished.</p> + +<p>The two that were spared, were by general +consent the prettiest; and when in the course +of nine days they looked out upon the world +into which they had been born, it was then +considered the time had come for their appropriation. +This was a rather important +matter to Tom and Jessie, to whom they +were to belong. One pup was black and +tan, with rather a sharp nose; and the other +was brown with a shorter nose and more +amiable look.</p> + +<p>It so happened that the one each had fixed +on was just the one the other did not want, +so that both were well pleased.</p> + +<p>As soon as they could leave their mother +the young people took the pups under their +especial charge, whilst “Floss” exercised a +parental watchfulness over them both.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span></p> + +<p>Jessie had, after great deliberation, and +asking the advice of all her young friends, +called her pet “Gyp,” and it must be acknowledged +that she took great care of him, and +appeared very fond of him. But Gyp was +ungrateful from his earliest puppyhood; he +never thought of his poor mother when any +food was going, but gobbled up as much as +he possibly could; and when he had done +would even try to take a bone from his +mother’s mouth, which was perhaps all she +had had. He soon resented any interference +with his freedom and liberty, and showed his +mother he did not want her to be following +him about, licking his back, or trying to keep +him in any way clean. You will judge from +this that “Gyp” was rather a strong-minded +and self-willed dog. He was also of a reflective +turn of mind, and as he had plenty of +time hanging on his paws, he would sit and +puzzle over things that did not concern him, +and try to find out the reason for things +which had puzzled older and wiser dogs than +he.</p> + +<p>There was one thing that troubled him +much; he saw “Pincher” Tom’s dog, go out +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span>with him continually, and always on half-holidays, +and heard from him what fun they +had had; whilst he seldom went out, and +even then was dragged along by his mistress +with a piece of red window-blind cord; so +that if he wanted to investigate anything for +himself, or if he met with other dogs whose +acquaintance he might like to form, he found +himself suddenly jerked along by the neck, +in a most humiliating, and sometimes painful +manner.</p> + +<p>One afternoon, the two brothers met, and, +of course, stopped and had a chat. “Pincher” +was off to the country with Tom and a number +of his school-fellows, but “Gyp” had been +out with Jessie on an errand, and was going +home. He complained to his brother of his +confinement, when he suggested he should +slip the cord, and make a bolt of it; but he +was unable to do it; he was nearly choked, +both by the cord and with indignation, and +he returned home in a desperate frame of +mind.</p> + +<p>The next day “Gyp” was gone, and was +nowhere to be found, nor did he ever return +to his native place, for soon after, the family +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span>changed houses. Of course, Jessie missed +her pet for some time; but long after she had +ceased to think much of him, he thought with +sorrowful regret of the comfortable home and +kind mistress he had lost.</p> + +<p>He soon got tired of his wandering, roving +life, and found it very unsatisfying to his +appetite. Then he followed some little boys +for a day or two, who gave him some crusts, +but who soon ceased to care for him, and +gave him the slip. He then attached himself +to a cat’s-meat woman, from whom he +now and then got a stray piece; but some +stronger dog witnessed his good fortune and +usurped his place, when the woman, finding +herself surrounded by quite a pack of hounds +of various sorts, sternly drove them all off, and +never gave them as much as a skewer to pick.</p> + +<p>One day in his hungry wanderings, “Gyp” +found himself in the street in which he had +formerly lived, and seeing a board up in the +garden of his old home, he trotted up, hoping +to find a notice of a reward offered for his +restoration; but it was only to the effect that +the house was to let, and the family had gone, +he knew not whither.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span></p> + +<p>However, they had not moved very far off; +and so tired was “Gyp” of his roving life, +that he determined to hang about the neighbourhood +with the hope of getting some one +to recognise him. He came across the milkman, +and wagged his weary tail against his +can to attract his notice, but he only drove +him away. He loitered outside the butcher’s, +hoping to be remembered, but he was thought +to have designs upon the meat on the boards, +and was driven off with a whip. At last one +day he met “Pincher,” and great was the +delight of both, for Tom had gone to boarding-school, +and his dog was very dull. Of course +he took “Gyp” with him to the house, and +soon brought Jessie to the door, who at once +recognised her dear old “Gyp,” in spite of +his hungry and dirty condition; and what +was far more important to poor “Gyp,” received +him with open arms.</p> + +<p>He has now grown up a faithful, steady +dog, and has learned the lesson that he and +others did not think necessary—that it is +well when young to be subject to control and +discipline, and that at that period we do not +know what is best for ourselves.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header10.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="ABOUT_FISHING">ABOUT FISHING.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-h.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">How many recollections do these fishing-boats, +now hauled up and lying +idle on the beach, revive!</p> + +<p>They tell of long hours of toil, of longer +hours still of weary watching and waiting; +they tell of dangers braved, of storms endured, +of exposure to cold winds and drenching +spray. They suggest all the dangers of the +deep to which some of their number have +succumbed, leaving widows and orphans to +mourn for—</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“Those who shall never come back to the town.”</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<p>But just now we do not want so much to +dwell on the hardships and dangers of the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span>fisherman’s lot, as the produce of his toil and +the result of his fishing.</p> + +<p>Those of you who have been to seaport +towns have sometimes watched the fleet of +fishing-boats going out to sea.</p> + +<p>If there is a smart breeze blowing, and the +sun is shining, it is as pretty a sight as you +are likely to see; the strong heavy boats +running before the wind, and the sun lighting +up their dull brown sails. They will +remain out perhaps for a day or two if the +fish are scarce, but if plentiful, they will +bring in their hauls, and dispose of them at +fair prices.</p> + +<p>Now, perhaps some of you who are fond of +fish are disposed to ask why fish is so dear, +as you so seldom get any on that account. +Well, the principal fault lies with the retailer +or shopkeeper: the fisherman only +receives from 3d. to 4d. a lb. for his prime +fish, but those who buy it, or the consumers, +pay from 1s. to 1s. 6d. a lb. When at a +watering-place last year, we paid 2s. a lb. for +soles that were caught off the coast.</p> + +<p>Of course some allowance is to be made +for the perishable nature of the commodity, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span>but when that has been done, it does seem +that we have to pay far too dearly for that +which is so plentiful.</p> + +<p>Besides, the facilities of conveyance are so +much greater than they were formerly. Then +the trade was carried on from Yarmouth to +London by light four-horse vans, and in that +way some 2000 tons were conveyed every +year; but now that quantity is sent to London +by rail every fortnight.</p> + +<p>In the fishing-grounds on the south and +south-east coasts, steamers go out to the +fleets and bring up the fish very quickly to +Billingsgate every day.</p> + +<p>The largest traffic is with fish that are +taken in shoals. Off Scarborough from seven +to eight hundred tons of herrings have been +taken and sent away at one time; and on the +Suffolk coast £14,000 worth of fish were taken +in a single day.</p> + +<p>Then mackerel has its seasons, when the +hauls are enormous; this fish is much liked +for its solidity, and also for its delicacy. +You boys and girls can get a good mouthful +without fear of bones if you are ordinarily +careful; and you may imagine they are relished +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span>when you are told that the consumption +in London alone, every year, is 25,000,000. +There is quite a numeration sum for many of +you, and very few will at all realise what an +enormous quantity those figures convey?</p> + +<p>But perhaps of all fish, pilchards are taken +in the largest quantities. They are caught +chiefly off the coast of Devon and Cornwall, +and when <i>marinated</i> or potted are much +liked. Many a nice jar of potted pilchards +do the mothers in the west of England prepare +and send to different parts; and if some +of you who never tasted them, once had a jar +sent you, you would think them a fine “institution.”</p> + +<p>The shoals are often of enormous extent; +one was computed to extend over a hundred +miles, and no doubt many millions were captured. +Besides the home consumption, they +are packed in oil and shipped to Italy and +different parts in the Mediterranean.</p> + +<p>Now we wonder if the thought has entered +the minds of any of you, that with so many +taken they will become by and by very +scarce; and this refers not only to pilchards, +but to fish generally.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span></p> + +<p>If so, you are by no means singular, for +lately a Royal Commission has considered +the subject, and we believe that the supply +of fish is inexhaustible. It has been ascertained +that far more fish are destroyed by +creatures of their own race than by man, +that by far greater slaughter goes on under +the water than above it.</p> + +<p>We have counted as many as fifteen or +twenty small fish inside a cod, and often as +many herrings have been discovered to have +been swallowed by one of the same species. +A calculation then has been made: allowing +a cod two herrings a day for seven months of +the year, it was found that if “the cod and +ling caught on the Scotch coast in 1861 had +been left in the water, they would have +devoured as many herrings as were caught +by all the fishermen of Scotland, and 6000 +more, in the same year.”</p> + +<p>So that you see, instead of making fish +scarce by catching them, there are actually +more because of all the fishing that goes on. +There is no fear, therefore, that we shall ever +exhaust the stock; and besides, the rate of +increase is so enormous. Little have you +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span>thought, perhaps, when you were eating the +roe of a herring, that you were crunching up +thousands and thousands of eggs. A single +herring has been found to contain 36,000; a +mackerel half-a-million; a sole a million; a +flounder a million and a quarter; whilst a cod +has been known to possess 3,400,000 eggs.</p> + +<p>Truly these may be said to be some of the +wonders of the sea, and glad shall we be if +this hurried paper leads any of our readers to +study the wisdom and goodness of God in the +great deep.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer10.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header11.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="AN_ANIMAL_THAT_HAS_SEEN_BETTER_DAYS">AN ANIMAL +THAT HAS SEEN BETTER DAYS.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-i.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">I wish some one would write a book +about the ass, and show us how he +became so degenerated, and when +he first got into disfavour.</p> + +<p>Everybody knows he was an animal of +great importance once, and in the East, at +the present day, he is ridden by nobles, and +is well cared for. Ah! you say, he is a very +different animal from our poor ass. Of +course he is; there, he is really an elegant +animal, full of spirit and of good action; his +coat is smooth, and his pace is rapid. But this +only proves our point. It is not because he +is first dull and stupid that he is ill cared +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span>for; but because he is badly treated, that he +is the poor, slow, heavy brute we find him.</p> + +<p>Even now, we do see some first-rate animals +in the shafts of costermongers’ carts, and +sometimes of gigs and other vehicles; in +these cases, their owners take an interest in +them, feed them well, groom them carefully, +and oftener use the corn measure than the +cudgel.</p> + +<p>At recent donkey exhibitions there have +been some fine specimens, showing what the +race is capable of; but, alas! these are only +exceptions, and only make their less fortunate +fellows appear more stupid than ever. +We see what can be done with kindness with +our existing stock; but if some good specimens +were brought from the East, might we +not have a much better race of donkeys? At +one time in this country no doubt we had; +but then the ass was an object of religious +interest; people remembered how honoured +his race had been; he was the only animal +on which our Saviour rode, the only one that +ever relieved Him of any bodily fatigue and +weariness; and so he became celebrated in +the early church.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span></p> + +<p>The Feast of the Ass was held on the 14th +January, in commemoration of the flight into +Egypt. The Holy Family was represented, +the ass was led round the town, and then +taken into the church, where at the end of +the service the priest brayed three times, and +the whole congregation “hee-hawed.” A +hymn was sung, and in the chorus the braying +was imitated:</p> + +<div class="poetry-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">“From the country of the East,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Came this strong and handsome beast;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">This noble ass, beyond compare,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Heavy loads and packs to bear.</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Now, seignior ass, a noble bray,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Thy beauteous mouth, at large display;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Abundant food our hay-lofts yield,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And oats abundant load the field.</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Hee-haw! hee-haw! hee-haw!”</div> + </div> + </div> +</div> + +<p>There! was not he a lucky ass?</p> + +<p>Some of you boys are quite irreverent +enough to think they were all a set of asses +together.</p> + +<p>Well, it was certainly a queer proceeding, +and one that should never have taken place +inside a church.</p> + +<p>Why, the priest must have been the original +“Vicar of Bray.”</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span></p> + +<p>They carried their reverence so far as to +declare—and the superstition has been +handed down to our time—that the cross +that we see on the back of every ass, near +the shoulders, is there because of our +Saviour’s riding on one into Jerusalem. +The fact is, however, that the stripe on the +ass shows that it belongs to the same class +as the zebra, which has several of them.</p> + +<p>This much to show that the ass was +treated well at one time; and I remember a +friend drawing attention to a verse in the +Bible, which proved how different was his +nature then from now.</p> + +<p>In Proverbs xxvi. 3, it says, “A whip for +the horse, a bridle for the ass,” as if in those +days it was the horse who wanted urging, +and the ass that required to be held in. How +different now! not only does the ass feel the +whip, but the cudgel, rope-end, or anything +that comes to <i>hand</i>, and often the <i>foot</i> too.</p> + +<p>His body is a mark for stones to be aimed +at, if he is grazing by the roadside, or if he +meets any one on the road he is considered +fair game to whack, in passing. With some +men and boys, it is impossible to have a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span>stick without bringing it down upon every +donkey they meet with. Some look upon +them as animated drums, made on purpose +to be beaten; they do not think there is any +feeling below that rough hide.</p> + +<p>Why, in one stage, an ass’s skin retains +the impression of a black lead pencil; and +be sure that in its roughest and toughest +state it is painfully affected by a cudgel.</p> + +<p>The fact is, the poor donkey is not well +able to defend himself, as if it were never +contemplated he would be so ill-used. It +was natural for him to expect the stings of +insects and the pricks of brambles, and so he +is covered with a thick coating of hair; it +was likely he would come across nettles and +such things in his quest for food, and so his +mouth has been made nettle-proof; but it +was never to be expected that a patient, +useful, willing, hard-working brute, should +be an Ishmael among animals, with every +man’s hand against him, and so he is not +furnished with any formidable qualities. He +does not even run away very rapidly from his +enemies; and as to his kicking, he does not +often do that, and, when he does, it is not a +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span>very sudden affair; but he has always credit +given him for being about to kick, and so he +gets walloped in anticipation.</p> + +<p>Men have found out that he is rather sensitive +about his ears, and so the only object +of his having them, that they can see, is to +furnish them with opportunities to annoy +him.</p> + +<p>I had one once—there, now, the mere +mention of the circumstance makes some of +you smile, as if it were a more ridiculous +animal than a goat or pig.</p> + +<p>The poor donkey is looked upon as a joke; +but he would not mind if jokes were the +only things cracked upon him—it is the +whip and stick that he minds most.</p> + +<p>Some have asked, “Why a donkey prefers +thistles to grass?”—“Because he’s <i>an ass</i>.” +But these playful attacks he doesn’t mind at +all; he would only like to put in a word, +that he could do with more of them and +fewer kicks and blows; but that he would +even prefer corn to thistles.</p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header12.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHARLEY_FORDER_AND_HIS_SISTERS">CHARLEY FORDER +AND HIS SISTERS.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-n.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">Now, there are some of you boys that +don’t care very much about your +sisters. You may not like to own +it, and would not, perhaps, confess it if you +were asked, yet it is so; for I know you, +though I have not seen you. You don’t care +to kiss them night and morning; but if they +are loth to go without this affectionate salute, +then you merely put up your cheek to be +operated on, and look quite like a martyr +while it is being done. You are too grand +to play with them, although they are quite +willing to let you have your own way; they +would always be the horses, and let you +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span>drive, or let you have first “turn” at any +game you like to suggest. But no; girls are +such “muffs” at any sensible games; all +very well for tea-parties and skipping-ropes. +They can’t give backs for leap-frog, they +have no idea of throwing a ball, and they +could no more spin a top than make one.</p> + +<p>You don’t care to take baby out in your +arms, though your sister, perhaps, has had +her all the afternoon, and is really very +tired; for though they call her “Toddles,” +she has no idea of walking at present.</p> + +<p>You don’t like even to go out to walk with +your sisters, ever since the day when you +were prevented going out walking with Tom +Hawkins and Harry Wilkins, having promised +your mother you would take the girls. +I knew how ashamed you felt when you met +your school-fellows, and they shouted out, +“There’s a big girl! Take care of the baby, +Dick!”</p> + +<p>Now, young gentleman, I advise you to +get out of these ways as soon as possible. +You are now at a very disagreeable age, and +when you are a little older you will wonder +you could ever have been so “uppish.” I +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span>don’t doubt you will get over all this nonsense +when you go out in life, and have to +leave home; then you will miss the many +little acts that your eldest sister, just about +your own age, used to perform.</p> + +<p>Dressing hurriedly of a dark winter’s +morning, there goes a button! Never mind, +let’s pin the shirt. Not long after, stooping +down, or lifting a heavy parcel, or something +else, gives you a hint about your substitute +for a button, by a sudden prick, that makes +you think of dear old Susy and her nimble +fingers.</p> + +<p>Going errands in the snow and wet, you +feel your toes uncommonly cold; you put +them up close to the fire in the shop while +you are waiting to be served, or you do the +“double shuffle” with your feet over a railing +or on the pavement; but something better +might be done if only Susy had your stockings, +and darned these great holes through +which your toes project.</p> + +<p>Sooner or later, boys, you would think you +had been very foolish in not having valued +your sisters more. Well, never mind; they +will soon forget any little want of attention, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span>and we will cease to remind you what awkward +customers you once were—that is, if +you try and make up for it.</p> + +<p>Ah! Charley Forder cared for his sister, I +can tell you. “But who was Charley Forder!” +Well, listen.</p> + +<p>He was the eldest child of his parents, +who lived at Lingford, a small town on the +sea-coast.</p> + +<p>His father was a sailor in the navy, and +was now away on a four-years’ voyage to the +Pacific. Mrs Forder had enough to do to +look after her family, and help support them, +by taking in plain needle-work; but Margaret, +who was now ten years old, and a big girl +for her age, was able to help her mother in +minding her younger sisters. Charley, who +was sixteen, had been a sailor boy for some +two years; but his father, wishing him to +be nearer home than he was likely to be, +had entered him in the merchant service; +and he was apprenticed to a firm whose +vessels called in at Lingford.</p> + +<p>His mother was very sorry to part with +Charley, as he was a real comfort to her. +He was always willing to rock the cradle, or +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span>look after little “Puss,” as he called his +second sister; and then, when all the work +was done, he would go out for a run with +them on the down, or else stroll down to the +beach, and watch what was going on. He +and Margaret used to talk like grown-up +people in their plans for helping their mother, +for they knew that there was only what she +earned and father’s half-pay to maintain +them all.</p> + +<p>“I tell you what ’tis, Madge, I shall leave +here, and be doing something for myself, and +for you all,” said Charley, one day, on the +beach.</p> + +<p>“And so shall I, Charley; why, I’m bigger +than Susan Carter, and she’s in a place, and +gets a shilling a week, and does not cost her +mother anything, ’cos her missus gives her +her old clothes.”</p> + +<p>“No, that won’t do; you must stay at +home and look after the little ones, so that +mother will have more time for her work, +and I’ll be off; that will be one less to keep.”</p> + +<p>And the matter was talked over, and a +letter written to the father; and when his +consent was gained, after several months’ +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span>interval, Charley joined a schooner that was +engaged in the fruit trade, and went between +Valencia and London. The vessel was just +going out for a cargo, and it was expected +she would call in at Lingford. It would be +a good opportunity for Mrs Forder to get up +some clean linen for Charley, and also something +out of the way of junks of salt pork +and biscuit for him to eat. The children +had the bundle of clothes and the tin of good +things in readiness on the beach, and waited +for the “Stirling Castle” as she came round +the point. It was a windy day, so Margaret +thoughtfully set baby on a rock, with her +back to the sea, not minding how she herself +was blown about; and little “Puss” was too +intent on seeing Charley to think of herself +at all.</p> + +<p>At last a vessel hove in sight, and neared +the land, a boat put off for the shore, with +Charley in her, bearing a letter to one of the +partners, which he was to deliver, to wait an +answer, and then return at once.</p> + +<p>The lad had just time to run in to his +mother and thank her for her kindness, after +embracing his sisters on the beach. Poor +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span>boy! he was obliged to tear himself away. +He tried to be merry, and told Madge she +had given him a <i>smack</i> when she kissed him, +but perhaps he should have a <i>schooner</i> some +day; but it was with a heavy heart he left +them.</p> + +<p>That evening the fresh meat was taken +with salt tears trickling down his face, yet he +felt happy when he rose from his knees and +turned into his hammock.</p> + +<p>Good-bye, Charley—God bless you!</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp64" style="max-width: 18.75em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer11.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span></p> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header13.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="MY_GRANDFATHER">MY GRANDFATHER.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-a.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">Among the pleasantest recollections +of my youth are the memories of +my dear grandfather.</p> + +<p>I have a very distinct remembrance of the +satisfaction I felt when I presented myself +at church for the first time in jacket and +trousers; and a much clearer one of having +discovered in the depths of the pocket of the +latter garment a fourpenny bit, than of anything +the minister said that day.</p> + +<p>I recall my feelings on breaking up at the +end of my first half, away from heme at +boarding-school. That was very jolly; and if +I stopped to relate them, I could jot down +several occasions, the remembrance of which +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span>I have never lost; but, as I said, the pleasantest +recollections of my youth are concerning +my grandfather.</p> + +<p>He lived at no great distance from us, and +so we often saw him; in fact, he made it his +duty, and I am sure it was his pleasure, to +come and see us once every fortnight. If he +had lived at a distance, and had only come +to us once a year, say at Christmas time, we +should, of course, have been very glad to see +him; but then we should not have learned +to respect or love him as we did.</p> + +<p>It is no very difficult thing to make one’s-self +popular with youngsters, if one brings +them presents; and especially at Christmas, +when most people’s hearts are more than +usual kindly disposed; so that if a person +could not make himself agreeable then, he +must be a bear. Had grandfather only paid +us these annual visits he might, by an effort, +have impressed us very favourably even had +he not been particularly fond of children; +but these frequent visits, when we saw him +under varied circumstances, sometimes under +trial, sometimes in bodily pain, sometimes +anxious about some of his children or grandchildren, +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span>gave us so many opportunities of +observing that he was always the same to us +youngsters. The rattle of his stick on the +railings would bring us down to the door at +once, however interestedly we were engaged; +and though we were always delighted to see +him, I must say that our hearts beat with a +throb of curious joy when we noticed, as we +were sure to do in a moment, that his pockets +looked at all bulky. The contents were +never disclosed until after dinner; the delay +kept up our interest, and I think also it was +a little generalship on his part, as it gave him +an opportunity of having forty winks whilst +we were engaged with our presents, either +eating them, if they were for consumption, or +amusing ourselves with them, if they were +for recreation. After the real nap would +come an assumed one. We could always +tell where the one ended and the other began +by the smile that played round his mouth as +he opened one eye, and then shut it up quickly, +if we were looking. Then he was supposed +to be a sleeping giant, or a grizzly bear, and +we tried to get near him and touch him, and +fly off before he could reach us. How angry +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span>he would pretend to get at our impudence; +how severely he appeared to feel our tiny +slaps; what dreadful threats he uttered, the +severest of which, “seeing our noses above +our chins,” was always received by us with +defiant laughter.</p> + +<p>I need not say we ran some terrible risks +until success making us very bold, we put +ourselves entirely within reach of the enemy, +were fairly caught, and were mercilessly +tickled.</p> + +<p>Then would come a more vigorous romp +sometimes in the hall, at his suggestion, lest +we should disarrange the parlour too much. +He was always more than a match for us, +both with his arms and legs; but in our +desperate struggles, when I would try to trip +him up, and my sister to pull him down, he +would pretend to be almost conquered. This +gave great zest to the fun, and made it much +more enjoyable than if he had, as he might +have done, turned us over on our backs like +sailors do the turtle on the sands; and at +tea time, when we related the encounters, he +took good care to break in with some such +remark as—“Ah! I must look out when +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span>you get a little bigger,” or else rubbed his +shoulder, as if by our gigantic efforts we had +nearly pulled his arm out of the socket. +Though defeated, we were never humiliated; +and his sweet, amiable disposition was seen +in all his conduct. He always tried to make +the most of every one; he would always encourage, +or draw out whatever was in them, +unless he met with any one very forward or +conceited.</p> + +<p>Then, after tea, before we went to bed, we +gathered round him. I used to sit on his +knee until my mother declared I was too big +to be nursed; but my sister had that privilege +long after she had outgrown the size at +which I had to give it up. There were some +old stories and jokes that we insisted on having +every time he came; and so well did we +know them that, when, for fun, he would +vary them, or omit portions, we at once detected +him, and would have the “full, true, +and particular account.”</p> + +<p>Always before he left us he would gradually +get us sober; not suddenly repressing +our laughter, or jerking his face into a solemn +expression, but generally leading round the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span>last story or subject in the direction of +religion. I can never forget the Bible stories +as he told them; he made the characters so +real and lifelike by telling us of them in a +plain, simple way, and by looking at them +from a child’s stand-point. We never tired +of hearing of the Good Shepherd; he made +Jesus appear to us as especially the Saviour +of little children; and as he unfolded to us +the tender, pitying, gentle love of Christ, we +nestled close into him, and fancied we were +indeed His lambs, and that His very arms +were folding us to His bosom.</p> + +<p>Since then, Ethel has been welcomed into +the heavenly fold by Jesus himself; and I—well, +trust I am not wandering away from +Him; at all events, I know I am nearer than +I should have been had I not been blessed +with such a grandfather.</p> + +<p>I often think of him, but especially when +Christmas comes round. It was on Christmas +Day that he last visited us. We were +sitting round the fire, before the lights were +lit for tea, and as usual, Ethel and I were close +to him. He was holding each of us by the +hand, and, raising us, we stood at his side. He +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span>was speaking about the Babe of Bethlehem; +he said he felt, soon, very soon, he too, like +the shepherds, should see Him, though not +as they saw Him. Presently I felt a tear +fall on my hand, and then another; at length +the tears fell fast, and the words stopped. +Looking up in his face, Ethel said, “Are you +ill, grandpa?” “No, my child,” he replied, +“I was thinking how long I should have to +wait in heaven until the Shepherd fetched +my darlings and His.”</p> + +<p>He died before the New Year, and he had +not long to wait for little Ethel.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp33" style="max-width: 6.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer12.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header14.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_CHILDRENS_HOSPITAL">THE CHILDREN’S HOSPITAL.</h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-m.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">Many places there surely are in +London that it would do one good +to visit—many places to which you +have never been, and many more to which +we have never been together. I don’t mean +peepshows, or waxworks, or places of amusement +at all; but places that are set apart for +some wise, and good, and holy objects, places +where something, at all events, is done to +lessen the misery and wretchedness that +everywhere surround us. One such place is the +Hospital for Sick Children, in Great Ormond +Street, and if you have never been there—I +trust you never have been as an inmate—you +will be interested in tracing my steps.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span></p> + +<p>My visit was a very recent one, and I may +say I had you, my young readers, in my mind +as I went.</p> + +<p>Waiting a short time in a large reception-room, +I had time to observe that the house +formerly was a mansion, and I found out +that a hundred years ago men of literature +and science assembled here. Here Addison +and Pope and Swift met and talked, sometimes +gravely and sometimes gaily; but now +the present little inhabitants forbid one’s +gaiety, at all events. Then children’s feet +ran up and down those broad oak stairs; but +now the children that pass up are borne, +helpless and afflicted. Then the rich paintings +on the walls, the gilding on the ceiling, +the cornices and figures, were objects of no +wonder to those who saw them so frequently; +but now they are looked upon with childish +admiration, and even delight.</p> + +<p>Ah! but the children are not left to be +pleased with things they cannot handle; for, +look! did you ever see so many toys in one +room, that was not a shop? This used to be +the drawing-room; but it is now hung round +with pictures of child life, and is filled with +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span>little beds, in each of which is a poor suffering +little girl.</p> + +<p>Here they lie so patiently, so uncomplainingly—not +because a stranger is visiting +them, but this is the character the nurses +give them. Who shall say how much is +owing to the gratitude they bear for the comforts +they have, which they never had at +home, and for the kindness with which they +are supplied? I did not hear one cry, or +moan, or complaint, except from a little +fellow suffering from fits, which seemed to +have confused his mind as to the ownership +of a two-horse omnibus with which another +boy was playing. The fact was, his own had +been placed on one side by the nurse as a +little act of discipline.</p> + +<p>Over each bed there is a little platform, on +which are placed the child’s toys. Some +were sitting up playing with theirs. One +little girl had fallen asleep, placing the +greatest confidence in a number of wild +animals that lay upon the pillow beside her; +another, a tiny little thing of three years of +age, who was suffering from skin disease, sat +up in her bed looking very sad, which even +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span>the presence of three rag dolls at her feet +could not remove. Ah! perhaps had it been +some of you, there would have been something +worse than a sad look—even cries or tears.</p> + +<p>Others were sleeping sweetly, forgetful of +their pain and suffering, dreaming, perhaps, +of the time when they ran and frisked about, +which some of them would never do again. +For instance, here is a child, only six years +old, that has lost her leg—cut off up to the +thigh, for hip disease. Poor child, she does +not even know that it is gone; but sad as +this may appear, it really shows how skillfully +the doctor did his part, and how tenderly +the nurse did hers, and also how mercifully +her heavenly Father provided the chloroform +that prevented her feeling any pain.</p> + +<p>I said they all had their toys—that is, +each child its own. There are some large +toys, such as a beautiful doll in a glass case +and a musical-box which shows a number of +funny old figures playing various instruments, +that belong to the room. The +Queen sent this last one; but the smaller +toys, that she herself bought when in Germany, +and sent here, were given to the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span>children to play with, and to take away +when they left. Most of those who had +them had gone away; still I saw two of Her +Majesty’s toys, and was glad to find they +were just ordinary ones, that would amuse +any child. There was a man on a stand +driving three sheep to market, with a dog +behind him. The white leather invited me +to press the bottom, but the squeak was +gone; but had it been there I could not +have told you whether it was intended to be +the man, or the dog, or the sheep, making +the noise. I was more successful with a +bird in a cage, for here the cage decidedly +squeaked, and saved the bird the trouble.</p> + +<p>At Christmas time there was a large +Christmas tree provided, when several former +patients were invited, and the presents from +the Queen and from others were distributed.</p> + +<p>I noticed also that Prince Alfred had sent +a large lion with a woolly mane—not so +ample as it might have been, but perhaps it +had been deprived of its wool by little people +who wanted a memento of this royal present.</p> + +<p>I hear that lately the youngest prince was +much pleased at having to select a number +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span>of toys for the children; whilst two of the +Princesses have on more than one occasion +sent little garments for the children made by +themselves.</p> + +<p>But we must go upstairs to the boys’ +ward, where the same order and cleanliness +and comfort are seen. The first thing that +strikes me is a rocking horse, in a worse +state than any inmate, for he has lost his +head. Ah! I am glad to see that, for it +tells me that the dear boys have had many a +ride on him.</p> + +<p>But here are many poor little fellows who +will not be able to ride for a long while—some +never again. Here is one that has had +his leg cut off above the knee, only a fortnight +ago, and yet he is cheerful and happy, +and, I am glad to say, is getting on favourably. +I asked him if he was in pain, and he +said, “Not now; but I often feel great pain +in my toes at night.” Strange as it may +seem, this is borne out by others, for I have +heard of many cases of persons complaining +of pains in their feet, or of suffering from +corns years after their feet, and corns too, +have been removed.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span></p> + +<p>Another boy cannot move his chin from +his chest, through contraction of the muscles, +caused by being burnt. Poor boy, he looks +very sad and wretched, but he, too, has his +toys, and he, too, murmurs not.</p> + +<p>I hope all these—both boys and girls—will +soon get into the convalescent ward, +where there is plenty to interest them.</p> + +<p>There are plenty of toys and plenty of +books; and then two doves in a cage, and +gold fish swimming in an aquarium, and last +of all a shaggy dog—all alive. This last +inmate was asleep, and so I asked the nurse +if he was convalescent too, and she told me +that he liked being in that ward. I dare say +he does; he prefers the company of children +who can move about and play with him +rather than of those who are in bed.</p> + +<p>I have been over the house. I am nearly +at the end of my paper. But you would like +to hear a word about the institution, and how +it is supported. About twenty years ago the +first little girl was admitted, and since then +they have been able to increase their number +of beds as their means have allowed them. +Now there are many more; but how few +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span>when there are so many poor children who +should be here. If my young readers would +reflect that more than 21,000 children under +ten years of age die in London every year, +they would wish to do something for the +hospital. Can you do anything? Why, yes. +I saw a beautiful scrap-book that had been +made and sent by a lady; some of you boys +and girls could make some plainer ones. In +India, when some Hindoo girls heard about +the Hospital, they sent over several dolls +dressed in Hindoo costume.</p> + +<p>Your contributions might not be large, +but you would help to cheer the afflicted and +the suffering, and you would draw down a +blessing into your own hearts while you thus +ministered unto your Saviour, by ministering +to his little ones.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 12.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer13.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header15.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="MY_FIRST_BEAR">MY FIRST BEAR.</h2> + +<p class="center">[<i>Extracted from a Letter from a Gentleman in the Civil +Service of India to a friend in England.</i>]</p> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-i.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">In my last letter I told you I had gone +to the hills for a holiday for the +benefit of my health; and you will +now be glad to hear that I am all the better +for the change. After the heat of Calcutta, +the freshness of the atmosphere here is most +exhilarating, and out-of-door exercise, instead +of being irksome or fatiguing, is positively +most refreshing. I often wish you and +Bessie and Fred were here, for I know you +would enjoy it immensely. We are very +quiet up here; there are some nice families +resident here; then there are some of our +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span>men and a few army officers; and though we +are not gay as society is in our cities, we are +not without opportunities of recreation and +pleasure.</p> + +<p>“But I must tell you of a most amusing +adventure that befel me here shortly after +my arrival, which I do all the more readily, +as it was considered quite an event for this +place.</p> + +<p>“Wanting to see if there was any shooting +in the neighbourhood, I got four natives to +accompany me to a rocky and mountainous +district some few miles from here. I selected +this spot, as I had heard that some time +before a bear had been seen in the woods. +I furnished my guides with guns and ammunition; +and with a good stock of provender +we started. The way was enlivened by the +recital, by the natives, of the daring exploits +they would perform, and of the unflinching +courage which each of them possessed. They +spoke of bears and even lions with the +greatest contempt, and assured me that their +experiences in shooting these wild beasts was +most extensive.</p> + +<p>“To tell you the truth, though I had +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span>heard about the bear, I was not very sanguine +about meeting one, but I fortunately +provided myself and companions with shot +suited to his capacity. I might just as well +have supplied my companions with peas—but +there, I am anticipating. To come to +the point, then, at once. We really did +come across the bear, or, rather, he came +across us; for whilst we were on some high +rocks, one of the natives espied Master Bruin +in the woods, trotting towards us. They all +shouted at the top of their voices, in the hope +of driving him off, but seeing that he was not +to be so easily diverted, they then begged me +to fire, as they very considerately said they +should like me to have the honour of killing +him.</p> + +<p>“I knew if I did not, they would not, and +that perhaps Bruin might kill some of us; so +waiting till he came clear of the trees, so that +I could get a good shot at him, I fired one +barrel, and struck him somewhere in the head +without killing him. It arrested his progress, +however, and he stood still.</p> + +<p>“He was now not more than a few yards +from me; between us there was a deep +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span>ravine, which the bear could have easily +cleared at a bound, but he thought better of +it; and whilst he was reflecting on what +course to take, I discharged my second barrel +into his shoulder. This was enough for him; +he turned round and retired into the woods.</p> + +<p>“Where were my companions all this +time?” you ask. They were behaving themselves +in the most gallant manner. At the +near approach of the bear they showed signs +of fear; and when he came to the edge of +the cliff, and seemed as if he would be on us +with a bound, they all fell back in the +greatest fright. One let his gun fall from his +hand, and it fell down the ravine; two of +them <i>fairly</i>, or, as I should say, <i>unfairly</i>, +turned tail and ran off; and the fourth, running +backwards, fell over a bush and performed +an involuntary summersault. When +they satisfied themselves that the bear had +made off, and was not likely to be seen again, +they plucked up courage to return, not at all +ashamed of their cowardice. In fact, two of +them had the effrontery to say that they were +running off to get a shot at him from a point +higher up on the rocks.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span></p> + +<p>“However, even then they were too much +afraid to show me the way up through the +valley into the wood, as the ravine was rather +wider than I cared to jump; and as it was +getting late, and I was somewhat tired (not +being quite so much up to work on my legs +as I used to be in the Highlands), and I had +to walk home, I was obliged to leave the +issue of my shots doubtful.</p> + +<p>“Next morning, however, there was some +excitement near the Residency, occasioned +by the bringing in of the carcass of a bear, +which a party of natives declared they had +that morning killed. They hoped to get a +reward from the Resident for the destruction +of an animal which might have done so much +mischief but for their timely slaughter of +him; but when I made my appearance, one +of the valiant huntsmen, who was one of my +brave comrades on the day previously, was +slow to prefer his claim any longer.</p> + +<p>“The fact was, he had thought I might +have killed or severely wounded the bear, +and so had gone into the woods to reconnoitre; +and finding the dead body, had +brought it in with his companions rejoicing. +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span>On examining the body I found it almost +cold; so that Bruin must have retired to die +after my second shot.”</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp75" style="max-width: 31.25em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/footer14.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span></p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" style="max-width: 37.5em;"> + <img class="w100" src="images/header16.jpg" alt=""> +</figure> + +<h2 class="nobreak" id="THE_PLOT_DISCOVERED">THE PLOT DISCOVERED.<br> +<span class="smaller">AS TRUE AS IT IS WONDERFUL.</span></h2> + +</div> + +<div> +<img class="dropcap" src="images/dropcap-n.jpg" width="100" height="100" alt=""> +</div> + +<p class="dropcap">Now boys and girls, I am no spiritualist; +I do not believe in table-turning, +except when some one lays +a very clever snare and falls into it, then the +tables are turned on him; nor do I believe +in table-rapping, except in the method your +fathers may adopt, when you are making so +much noise that they can’t hear themselves +speak; then they may sometimes rap the +table with advantage. Nor do I take much +notice of dreams generally: of course, if folks +will make hearty suppers of indigestible food, +they must expect to fall off the church tower, +or be pursued by a mad bull (especially if +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span>beef-steaks figured at supper), or come into +contact with robbers, once or twice in the +night. But if we are careful of ourselves, +and if we are in good health we shall not be +troubled with dreams much! the mind will +be active when the body is still, but when +we awake to the duties of the day, it finds +scope enough there, and soon forgets its exercise +in the night.</p> + +<p>Nevertheless there are occasions when +dreams are important, when they so vividly +impress the mind as to lead to definite action +from which important results follow.</p> + +<p>I believe, occasionally, but very rarely perhaps, +that some persons are “warned of God +in a dream,” and I will give you an instance +which has never yet been made public so far +as I know, but for the truth of which I can +vouch.</p> + +<p>I have often heard the story from the +mother of the master of the first boarding-school +I was at.</p> + +<p>She was too good a woman to deceive us, +and besides, the circumstances happened to +her own uncle, and were in this wise.</p> + +<p>He was a minister in Cornwall, surrounded +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span>by wicked neighbours, who hated him because +he so constantly reproved them by his +voice and example. And so they determined +to get rid of him. It was the time of the +French war, and they had him arrested for +supplying the enemy with gunpowder.</p> + +<p>He was in gaol at Launceston, and on the +night before the assizes, a gentleman at +Stonehouse, in Devonshire, who knew +nothing of these circumstances, dreamed that +he must go to Launceston: he awoke his +wife and told her, but she sensibly advised +him to go to sleep again. He did so, but +soon awoke, having again dreamed that he +must go there. And on his informing his +wife, she suggested his going to sleep again, +saying that if there were anything in the +dream, it would be repeated the third time.</p> + +<p>He went to sleep again; and again did he +awake with the impulse, stronger than ever, +that he must go to Launceston.</p> + +<p>While he was dressing, the thought occurred +to him that he would not be able to +catch his horse, which was in a field near +the house. In broad daylight it was a matter +of difficulty, and the animal was only +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span>captured by the sight of the corn measure, +and the promise of some oats at the bottom, +and not then until he had indulged in a canter +or two round the field. You may imagine +that the gentleman was much surprised to +find his horse standing at the gate, waiting +for him, as it were, and allowing himself to +be saddled and bridled at once. On his +master rode through Devonport, wondering +to himself how at that time of night he +should cross the Tamar that separates Devon +from Cornwall. The ferry had stopped for +hours; but as he was riding down to the +water’s edge, he was shouted to by a man, +“Come on, sir.” The voice came from the +ferryman, who was waiting with his boat, and +who asked the gentleman where his companions +were. He replied he had none. +“Oh, then,” said the man, “it must have been +some drunken men who shouted to us—several +of them—to bring over the ferry. +But it appears we have not come on a wild-goose +chase after all; so step in, sir.”</p> + +<p>Once on the other side, there was no further +difficulty in the way, so that the gentleman +trotted on to Launceston full of the importance +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span>of his errand, but quite in the dark as to its +purport. Nearing the town, he overtook +numbers of people, and hearing they were +on their way to the assizes, he decided on +going there too.</p> + +<p>Squeezing his way into court, he remained +there for some little time an obscure and unobserved +individual; but he was soon destined +to play a very important part in a trial that +had just begun. He was startled at hearing +his own name called out loudly by the crier +of the court, from which he knew he was required +as a witness. He pushed forward into +the witness-box, when a number of men +standing near appeared much confused, and +hurriedly left the court. On being sworn he +was asked his name, residence, and business, +and then the counsel said,—</p> + +<p>“I believe on the —— (mentioning the date) +you had a large order for gunpowder. Will you +please to inform the court of the transaction.”</p> + +<p>“I never had such an order, nor do I at +all know to what these proceedings relate,” +said the gentleman in an astonished manner.</p> + +<p>“What!” said the judge, “do you mean to +say you know nothing of the prisoner at the +<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span>bar, nor of the crime with which he is +charged.”</p> + +<p>“Absolutely nothing, my lord,” was the reply.</p> + +<p>“Then, why are you here?”</p> + +<p>The gentleman then, in as few words as +possible, related the circumstances with which +you are already familiar, when it became +apparent to all, that the prisoner had been +the victim of a base and murderous plot.</p> + +<p>Inquiries were made for those who had +instigated the trial, but they were nowhere +to be found. Doubtless they had arranged +for some one to palm himself off as a gentleman +of whom the powder was bought, but +the arrival at the right moment of the real +individual, frustrated all their deeply laid +plans, and saved the life of an innocent and +godly man.</p> + +<p>There, now, boys and girls, there is my +tale; it is strictly true, as I remember it told +to me by the niece of the accused, except +that, for the filling up of the story, I have +not given the exact words used at the trial, +as they have not been preserved, but a conversation +similar to the one that took place, +when the truth was elicited.</p> + +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span></p> + +<p>You may make what you like of it, but I +shall always hold that the dream was no +delusion, that the arrival in the court was +not an accident, but that it was the last link +in the chain of God’s providence with which +He encompassed His faithful servant.</p> + +<figure class="figcenter illowp100" 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