Ten cables from where green meadows And quiet homes could be seen, No greater s.p.a.ce From peril to peace; But the savage sea between!
_Edwin Arnold_.
The Easter holidays at Roslyn lasted about ten days, and as most of the boys came from a distance, they usually spent them at school. Many of the ordinary rules were suspended during this time, and the boys were supplied every day with pocket money; consequently the Easter holidays pa.s.sed very pleasantly, and there was plenty of fun.
It was the great time for excursions all over the island, and the boys would often be out the whole day long among the hills, or about the coast. Eric enjoyed the time particularly, and was in great request among all the boys. He was now more gay and popular than ever, and felt as if nothing were wanting to his happiness. But this brilliant prosperity was not good for him, and he felt continually that he cared far less for the reproaches of conscience than he had done in the hours of his trial; sought far less for help from G.o.d than he had done when he was lonely and neglected.
He always knew that his great safeguard was the affection of Russell.
For Edwin"s sake, and for shame at the thought of Edwin"s disapproval, he abstained from many things into which he would otherwise have insensibly glided in conformation to the general looseness of the school morality. But Russell"s influence worked on him powerfully, and tended to counteract a mult.i.tude of temptations.
Among other undesirable lessons Upton had taught Eric to smoke; and he was now one of those who often spent a part of their holidays in lurking about with pipes in their mouths at places where they were unlikely to be disturbed, instead of joining in some hearty and healthy game. When he began to "learn" smoking, he found it anything but pleasant; but a little practice had made him an adept, and he found a certain amount of enjoyable excitement in finding out cosy places by the river, where he and Upton might go and lounge for an hour to enjoy the forbidden luxury.
In reality, he, like most boys, at first disliked the habit; but it seemed a fine thing to do, and to some, at any rate, it was a refuge from vacuity. Besides, they had a confused notion that there was something "manly" in it, and it derived an additional zest from the stringency of the rules adopted to put it down.
So a number of the boys smoked, and some few of them to such excess as seriously to injure their health, and form a habit which they could never afterwards abandon.
One morning of the Easter holidays, Eric, Montagu, and Russell started for an excursion down the coast to Rilby Head. As they pa.s.sed through Ellan, Eric was deputed to go and buy Easter eggs and other provisions, as they did not mean to be back for dinner. In about ten minutes he caught up the other two, just as they were getting out of the town.
"What an age you"ve been, buying a few Easter eggs," said Russell, laughing; "have you been waiting till the hens laid?"
"No; they"re not the _only_ things I"ve got."
"Well, but you might have got all the grub at the same shop."
"Ay; but I"ve procured a more refined article. Guess what it is."
The two boys didn"t guess, and Eric said, to enlighten them, "Will you have a whiff, Monty?"
"A whiff! Oh! I see you"ve been wasting your tin on cigars--alias, rolled cabbage-leaves. O fumose puer!"
"Well, will you have one?"
"If you like," said Montagu, wavering; "but I don"t much care to smoke."
"Well, _I_ shall, at any rate," said Eric, keeping off the wind with his cap, as he lighted a cigar, and began to puff.
They strolled on in silence; the smoking didn"t promote conversation, and Russell thought that he had never seen his friend look so ridiculous, and entirely unlike himself, as he did while strutting along with the weed in his mouth. The fact was, Eric didn"t guess how much he was hurting Edwin"s feelings, and he was smoking more to "make things look like the holidays," by a little bravado, than anything else. But suddenly he caught the expression of Russell"s face, and instantly said--
"Oh, I forgot, Edwin; I know you don"t like smoking," and he instantly flung the cigar over the hedge, being really rather glad to get rid of it. With the cigar, he seemed to have flung away the affected manner he displayed just before, and the spirits of all three rose at once.
"It isn"t that I don"t _like_ smoking only, Eric, but I think it wrong-- for _us_ I mean."
"Oh, my dear fellow! surely there can"t be any harm in it. Why, everybody smokes."
"It may be all very well for men, although I"m not so sure of that.
But, at any rate, it does nothing but harm to growing boys. You know yourself what harm it does in every way."
"Oh, it"s a mere school rule against it. How can it be wrong? Why, I even know clergymen who smoke."
Montagu laughed. "Well, clergymen ain"t immaculate," said he; "but I have seldom met a man yet who didn"t tell you that he was _sorry_ he"d acquired the habit."
"I"m sure you won"t thank that rascally cousin of mine for having taught you," said Russell; "but seriously, isn"t it a very moping way of spending the afternoon, to go and lie down behind some haystack, or in some frowsy tumble-down barn, as you smokers do, instead of playing racquets or football?"
"Oh, it"s pleasant enough sometimes," said Eric, speaking rather against his own convictions.
"As for me, I"ve pretty nearly left it off," said Montagu, "and I think Rose convinced me that it was a mistake. Not that he knows that I ever did smoke. I should be precious sorry if he did, for I know how he despises it in boys. Were you in school the other day when he caught Pietrie and Booking?"
"No."
"Well, when Booking went up to have his exercise corrected, Rose smelt that he had been smoking, and charged him with it. Booking stoutly denied it, but after he had told the most robust lies, Rose made him empty his pockets, and there, sure enough, were a pipe and a cigar-case half full! You _should_ have heard how Rose thundered and lightened at him for his lying, and then sent him to the Doctor. I never saw him so terrific before."
"You don"t mean to say you were convinced it was wrong because Booking was caught, and told lies--do you? _Non sequitur_."
"Stop--not so fast. Very soon after Rose twigged Pietrie, who at once confessed, and was caned. I happened to be in the library when Rose sent for him, and Pietrie said mildly that "he didn"t see the harm of it." Rose smiled in his kind way, and said, "Don"t see the _harm_ of it! Do you see any good in it?"
""No, sir."
""Well, isn"t it forbidden?"
""Yes, sir."
""And doesn"t it waste your money?"
""Yes, sir."
""And tempt you to break rules, and tell lies to screen yourself?"
""Yes, sir," said Pietrie, looking unusually crestfallen.
""And don"t your parents disapprove it? And doesn"t it throw you among some of the worst boys, and get you into great troubles? Silly fellow,"
he said, pulling Pietrie"s ear (as he sometimes does, you know), "don"t talk nonsense; and remember next time you"re caught, I shall have you punished." So off went Pietrie, _achreion idon_, as our friend Homer says. And your humble servant was convinced."
"Well, well!" said Eric, laughing, "I suppose you"re right. At any rate, I give in. Two to one ain"t fair:--_pros duo oud" Eraklon_, since you"re in a quoting humour."
Talking in this way they got to Rilby Head, where they found plenty to amuse them. It was a splendid headland, rising bluff four hundred feet out of the sea, and presenting magnificent reaches of rock scenery on all sides. The boys lay on the turf at the summit, and flung innocuous stones at the sea-gulls as they sailed far below them over the water and every now and then pounced at some stray fish that came to the surface; or they watched the stately barques as they sailed by on the horizon, wondering at their cargo and destination; or chaffed the fisherman, whose boats heaved on the waves at the foot of the promontory. When they were rested, they visited a copper-mine by the side of the Head, and filled their pockets with bits of bright quartz or red shining spar, which they found in plenty among the rocks.
In the afternoon they strolled towards home, determining to stop a little at the Stack on their way. The Stack formed one of the extremities of Ellan Bay, and was a huge ma.s.s of isolated schist, accessible at low water, but entirely surrounded at high tide. It was a very favourite resort of Eric"s, as the coast all about it was bold and romantic; and he often went there with Russell on a Sunday evening to watch the long line of golden radiance slanting to them over the water from the setting sun--a sight which they agreed to consider one of the most peaceful and mysteriously beautiful in nature.
They reached the Stack, and began to climb to its summit. The sun was just preparing to set, and the west was gorgeous with red and gold.
"We shan"t see the line on the waters this evening," said Eric; "there"s too much of a breeze. But look, what a glorious sunset!"
"It is indeed," said Russell; "it reminds me of what Rose said the other day; we were standing on the top of Brada, leaning against a heap of stones to keep off the north-easter, and Rose suddenly exclaimed, "Look, Edwin, how that crimson sunset burns itself away like a thought of death, judgment, and eternity, all in one!" I wonder what he meant?"
"It"ll be stormy to-morrow," said Montagu; "but come along, let"s get to the top; the wind"s rising, and the waves will be rather grand."
"Ay, we"ll sit and watch them; and let"s finish our grub; I"ve got several eggs left, and I want to get them out of my pocket."
They devoured the eggs, and then stood enjoying the sight of the waves, which sometimes climbed up the rock almost to their feet, and then fell back, hissing and discomfited. Suddenly they remembered that it was getting late, and that they ought to get home for tea at seven.