Ortheris turned to frown across the valley. He had not been nursed by many women in his life.
"An" then Dr. Warbottom comes ridin" up, an" Jesse Roantree along with "im. He was a high-larned doctor, but he talked wi" poor folk same as theirsens. "What"s ta bin agaate on naa?" he sings out. "Brekkin" tha thick head?" An" he felt me all ovver. "That"s none broken. Tha" n.o.bbut knocked a bit sillier than ordinary, an" that"s daaft eneaf." An" soa he went on, callin" me all the names he could think on, but settin" my arm, wi" Jesse"s help, as careful as could be. "Yo" mun let the big oaf bide here a bit, Jesse," he says, when he hed strapped me up an" given me a dose o" physic; "an" you an" "Liza will tend him, though he"s scarcelins worth the trouble. An" tha"ll lose tha work," sez he, "an" tha"ll be upon th" Sick Club for a couple o" months an" more. Doesn"t tha think tha"s a fool?""
"But whin was a young man, high or low, the other av a fool, I"d like to know?" said Mulvaney, "Sure, folly"s the only safe way to wisdom, for I"ve thried it."
"Wisdom!" grinned Ortheris, scanning his comrades with uplifted chin.
"You"re bloomin" Solomons, you two, ain"t you?"
Learoyd went calmly on, with a steady eye like an ox chewing the cud.
"And that was how I come to know "Liza Roantree. There"s some tunes as she used to sing--aw, she were always singin"--that fetches Greenhow Hill before my eyes as fair as yon brow across there. And she would learn me to sing ba.s.s, an" I was to go to th" chapel wi" "em where Jesse and she led the singin", th" old man playin" the fiddle. He was a strange chap, old Jesse, fair mad wi" music, an" he made me promise to learn the big fiddle when my arm was better. It belonged to him, and it stood up in a big case alongside o" th" eight-day clock, but Willie Satterthwaite, as played it in the chapel, had getten deaf as a door-post, and it vexed Jesse, as he had to rap him ower his head wi" th" fiddle-stick to make him give ower sawin" at th" right time.
"But there was a black drop in it all, an" it was a man in a black coat that brought it. When th" primitive Methodist preacher came to Greenhow, he would always stop wi" Jesse Roantree, an" he laid hold of me from th"
beginning. It seemed I wor a soul to be saved, and he meaned to do it. At th" same time I jealoused "at he were keen o" savin" "Liza Roantree"s soul as well, and I could ha" killed him many a time. An" this went on till one day I broke out, an" borrowed th" bra.s.s for a drink from "Liza. After fower days I come back, wi" my tail between my legs, just to see "Liza again. But Jesse were at home an" th" preacher--th" Reverend Amos Barraclough. "Liza said naught, but a bit o" red come into her face as were white of a regular thing. Says Jesse, tryin" his best to be civil, "Nay, lad, it"s like this. You"ve getten to choose which way it"s goin" to be. I"ll ha" n.o.body across ma doorstep as goes a-drinkin", an" borrows my la.s.s"s money to spend i" their drink. Ho"d tha tongue, "Liza," sez he, when she wanted to put in a word "at I were welcome to th" bra.s.s, and she were none afraid that I wouldn"t pay it back. Then the Reverend cuts in, seein" as Jesse were losin" his temper, an" they fair beat me among them.
But it were "Liza, as looked an" said naught, as did more than either o"
their tongues, an" soa I concluded to get converted."
"Fwhat?" shouted Mulvaney. Then, checking himself, he said softly, "Let be! Let be! Sure the Blessed Virgin is the mother of all religion an" most women; an" there"s a dale av piety in a girl if the men would only let ut stay there. I"d ha" been converted myself under the circ.u.mstances."
"Nay, but," pursued Learoyd with a blush, "I meaned it."
Ortheris laughed as loudly as he dared, having regard to his business at the time.
"Ay, Ortheris, you may laugh, but you didn"t know yon preacher Barraclough--a little white-faced chap, wi" a voice as "ud wile a bird off an a bush, and a way o" layin" hold of folks as made them think they"d never had a live man for a friend before. You never saw him, an"--an"--you never seed "Liza Roantree--never seed "Liza Roantree.... Happen it was as much "Liza as th" preacher and her father, but anyways they all meaned it, an" I was fair shamed o" mysen, an" so I become what they call a changed character. And when I think on, it"s hard to believe as yon chap going to prayermeetin"s, chapel, and cla.s.s-meetin"s were me. But I never had naught to say for mysen, though there was a deal o" shoutin", and old Sammy Strother, as were almost clemmed to death and doubled up with the rheumatics, would sing out, "Joyful! Joyful!" and "at it were better to go up to heaven in a coal-basket than down to h.e.l.l i" a coach an" six. And he would put his poor old claw on my shoulder, sayin", "Doesn"t tha feel it, tha great lump? Doesn"t tha feel it?" An" sometimes I thought I did, and then again I thought I didn"t, an" how was that?"
"The iverlastin" nature av mankind," said Mulvaney. "An", furthermore, I mis...o...b.. you were built for the Primitive Methodians. They"re a new corps anyways. I hold by the Ould Church, for she"s the mother of them all--ay, an" the father, too. I like her bekase she"s most remarkable regimental in her fittings. I may die in Honolulu, Nova Zambra, or Cape Cayenne, but wherever I die, me bein" fwhat I am, an" a priest handy, I go under the same orders an" the same words an" the same unction as tho" the Pope himself come down from the roof av St. Peter"s to see me off. There"s neither high nor low, nor broad nor deep, nor betwixt nor between wid her, an" that"s what I like. But mark you, she"s no manner av Church for a wake man, bekaze she takes the body and the soul av him, onless he has his proper work to do. I remember when my father died that was three months comin" to his grave; begad he"d ha" sold the shebeen above our heads for ten minutes" quittance of purgathory. An" he did all he could. That"s why I say ut takes a strong man to deal with the Ould Church, an" for that reason you"ll find so many women go there. An" that same"s a conundrum."
"Wot"s the use o" worritin" "bout these things?" said Ortheris. "You"re bound to find all out quicker nor you want to, any"ow." He jerked the cartridge out of the breech-block into the palm of his hand. "Ere"s my chaplain," he said, and made the venomous black-headed bullet bow like a marionette. ""E"s goin" to teach a man all about which is which, an" wot"s true, after all, before sundown. But wot "appened after that, Jock?"
"There was one thing they boggled at, and almost shut th" gate i" my face for, and that were my dog Blast, th" only one saved out o" a litter o"
pups as was blowed up when a keg o" minin" powder loosed off in th"
storekeeper"s hut. They liked his name no better than his business, which were fightin" every dog he comed across; a rare good dog, wi" spots o"
black and pink on his face, one ear gone, and lame o" one side wi" being driven in a basket through an iron roof, a matter of half a mile.
"They said I mun give him up "cause he were worldly and low; and would I let mysen be shut out of heaven for the sake on a dog? "Nay," says I, "if th" door isn"t wide enough for th" pair on us, we"ll stop outside, for we"ll none be parted." And th" preacher spoke up for Blast, as had a likin" for him from th" first--I reckon that was why I come to like th"
preacher--and wouldn"t hear o" changin" his name to Bless, as some o" them wanted. So th" pair on us became reg"lar chapel-members. But it"s hard for a young chap o" my build to cut traces from the world, th" flesh, an" the devil all uv a heap. Yet I stuck to it for a long time, while th" lads as used to stand about th" town-end an" lean ower th" bridge, spittin" into th" beck o" a Sunday, would call after me, "Sitha, Learoyd, when"s ta bean to preach, "cause we"re comin" to hear tha."--"Ho"d tha jaw. He hasn"t getten th" white choaker on ta morn," another lad would say, and I had to double my fists hard i" th" bottom of my Sunday coat, and say to mysen, "If "twere Monday and I warn"t a member o" the Primitive Methodists, I"d leather all th" lot of yond"." That was th" hardest of all--to know that I could fight and I mustn"t fight."
Sympathetic grunts from Mulvaney.
"So what wi" singin", practicin", and cla.s.s-meetin"s, and th" big fiddle, as he made me take between my knees, I spent a deal o" time i" Jesse Roantree"s house-place. But often as I was there, th" preacher fared to me to go oftener, and both th" old man an" th" young woman were pleased to have him. He lived i" Pately Brig, as were a goodish step off, but he come. He come all the same. I liked him as well or better as any man I"d ever seen i" one way, and yet I hated him wi" all my heart i" t"other, and we watched each other like cat and mouse, but civil as you please, for I was on my best behavior, and he was that fair and open that I was bound to be fair with him. Rare good company he was, if I hadn"t wanted to wring his cliver little neck half of the time. Often and often when he was goin"
from Jesse"s I"d set him a bit on the road."
"See "im "ome, you mean?" said Ortheris,
"Ay. It"s a way we have i" Yorkshire o" seein" friends off. You was a friend as I didn"t want to come back, and he didn"t want me to come back neither, and so we"d walk together toward Pately, and then he"d set me back again, and there we"d be wal two o"clock i" the mornin" settin" each other to an" fro like a blasted pair o" pendulums twixt hill and valley, long after th" light had gone out i" "Liza"s window, as both on us had been looking at, pretending to watch the moon."
"Ah!" broke in Mulvaney, "ye"d no chanst against the maraudin"
psalm-singer. They"ll take the airs an" the graces instid av the man nine times out av ten, an" they only find the blunder later--the wimmen."
"That"s just where yo"re wrong," said Learoyd, reddening under the freckled tan of his cheeks. "I was th" first wi" "Liza, an" yo"d think that were enough. But th" parson were a steady-gaited sort o" chap, and Jesse were strong o" his side, and all th" women i" the congregation dinned it to "Liza "at she were fair fond to take up wi" a wastrel ne"er-do-weel like me, as was scarcelins respectable an" a fighting dog at his heels. It was all very well for her to be doing me good and saving my soul, but she must mind as she didn"t do herself harm. They talk o" rich folk bein" stuck up an" genteel, but for cast-iron pride o" respectability there"s naught like poor chapel folk. It"s as cold as th" wind o" Greenhow Hill--ay, and colder, for "twill never change. And now I come to think on it, one at strangest things I know is "at they couldn"t abide th" thought o" soldiering. There"s a vast o" fightin" i" th" Bible, and there"s a deal of Methodists i" th" army; but to hear chapel folk talk yo"d think that soldierin" were next door, an" t"other side, to hangin". I" their meetin"s all their talk is o" fightin". When Sammy Strother were stuck for summat to say in his prayers, he"d sing out, "Th" sword o" th" Lord and o"
Gideon. They were allus at it about puttin" on th" whole armor o"
righteousness, an" fightin" the good fight o" faith. And then, atop o" "t all, they held a prayer-meetin" ower a young chap as wanted to "list, and nearly deafened him, till he picked up his hat and fair ran away. And they"d tell tales in th" Sunday-school o" bad lads as had been thumped and brayed for bird-nesting o" Sundays and playin" truant o" week days, and how they took to wrestlin", dog-fightin", rabbit-runnin", and drinkin", till at last, as if "twere a hepitaph on a gravestone, they d.a.m.ned him across th" moors wi", "an" then he went and "listed for a soldier," an"
they"d all fetch a deep breath, and throw up their eyes like a hen drinkin"."
"Fwhy is ut?" said Mulvaney, bringing down his hand on his thigh with a crack, "In the name av G.o.d, fwhy is ut? I"ve seen ut, tu. They cheat an"
they swindle an" they lie an" they slander, an" fifty things fifty times worse; but the last an" the worst by their reckonin" is to serve the Widdy honest. It"s like the talk av childer--seein" things all round."
"Plucky lot of fightin" good fights of whatsername they"d do if we didn"t see they had a quiet place to fight in. And such fightin" as theirs is!
Cats on the tiles. T"other callin" to which to come on. I"d give a month"s pay to get some o" them broad-backed beggars in London sweatin" through a day"s road-makin" an" a night"s rain. They"d carry on a deal afterward--same as we"re supposed to carry on. I"ve bin turned out of a measly arf-license pub down Lambeth way, full o" greasy kebmen, "fore now," said Ortheris with an oath.
"Maybe you were dhrunk," said Mulvaney, soothingly.
"Worse nor that. The Forders were drunk. _I_ was wearin" the Queen"s uniform."
"I"d no particular thought to be a soldier i" them days," said Learoyd, still keeping his eye on the bare hill opposite, "but this sort o" talk put it i" my head. They was so good, th" chapel folk, that they tumbled ower t"other side. But I stuck to it for "Liza"s sake, specially as she was learning me to sing the ba.s.s part in a horotorio as Jesse were gettin"
up. She sung like a throstle hersen, and we had practicin"s night after night for a matter of three months."
"I know what a horotorio is," said Ortheris, pertly. "It"s a sort of chaplain"s sing-song--words all out of the Bible, and hullabaloojah choruses."
"Most Greenhow Hill folks played some instrument or t"other, an" they all sung so you mignt have heard them miles away, and they were so pleased wi"
the noise they made they didn"t fair to want anybody to listen. The preacher sung high seconds when he wasn"t playin" the flute, an" they set me, as hadn"t got far with big fiddle, again Willie Satterthwaite, to jog his elbow when he had to get a" gate playin". Old Jesse was happy if ever a man was, for he were th" conductor an" th" first fiddle an" th" leadin"
singer, beatin" time wi" his fiddle-stick, till at times he"d rap with it on the table, and cry out, "Now, you mun all stop; it"s my turn," And he"d face round to his front, fair sweating wi" pride, to sing th" tenor solos.
But he were grandest i" th" choruses, waggin" his head, flinging his arms round like a windmill, and singin" hisself black in the face. A rare singer were Jesse.
"Yo" see, I was not o" much account wi" "em all exceptin" to "Liza Roantree, and I had a deal o" time settin" quiet at meetings and horotorio practices to hearken their talk, and if it were strange to me at beginnin", it got stranger still at after, when I was shut on it, and could study what it meaned.
"Just after th" horotorios come off, "Liza, as had allus been weakly like, was took very bad. I walked Dr. Warbottom"s horse up and down a deal of times while he were inside, where they wouldn"t let me go, though I fair ached to see her.
""She"ll be better i" noo, lad--better i" noo," he used to say. "Tha mun ha" patience." Then they said if I was quiet I might go in, and th"
Reverend Amos Barraclough used to read to her lyin" propped up among th"
pillows. Then she began to mend a bit, and they let me carry her on to th"
settle, and when it got warm again she went about same as afore. Th"
preacher and me and Blast was a deal together i" them days, and i" one way we was rare good comrades. But I could ha" stretched him time and again with a good will. I mind one day he said he would like to go down into th"
bowels o" th" earth, and see how th" Lord had builded th" framework o" th"
everlastin" hills. He were one of them chaps as had a gift o" sayin"
things. They rolled off the tip of his clever tongue, same as Mulvaney here, as would ha" made a rare good preacher if he had n.o.bbut given his mind to it. I lent him a suit o" miner"s kit as almost buried th" little man, and his white face down i" th" coat-collar and hat-flap looked like the face of a boggart, and he cowered down i" th" bottom o" the waggon. I was drivin" a tram as led up a bit of an incline up to th" cave where the engine was pumpin", and where th" ore was brought up and put into th"
waggons as went down o" themselves, me puttin" th" brake on and th" horses a-trottin" after. Long as it was daylight we were good friends, but when we got fair into th" dark, and could n.o.bbut see th" day shinin" at the hole like a lamp at a street-end, I feeled downright wicked. Ma religion dropped all away from me when I looked back at him as were always comin"
between me and "Liza. The talk was "at they were to be wed when she got better, an" I couldn"t get her to say yes or nay to it. He began to sing a hymn in his thin voice, and I came out wi" a chorus that was all cussin"
an" swearin" at my horses, an" I began to know how I hated him. He were such a little chap, too. I could drop him wi" one hand down Garstang"s Copper-hole--a place where th" beck slithered ower th" edge on a rock, and fell wi" a bit of a whisper into a pit as no rope i" Greenhow could plump."
Again Learoyd rooted up the innocent violets. "Ay, he should see th"
bowels o" th" earth an" never naught else. I could take him a mile or two along th" drift, and leave him wi" his candle doused to cry hallelujah, wi" none to hear him and say amen. I was to lead him down th" ladder-way to th" drift where Jesse Roantree was workin", and why shouldn"t he slip on th" ladder, wi" my feet on his fingers till they loosed grip, and I put him down wi" my heel? If I went fust down th" ladder I could click hold on him and chuck him over my head, so as he should go squshin" down the shaft breakin" his bones at ev"ry timberin" as Bill Appleton did when he was fresh, and hadn"t a bone left when he wrought to th" bottom. Niver a blasted leg to walk from Pately. Niver an arm to put round "Liza Roantree"s waist. Niver no more--niver no more."
The thick lips curled back over the yellow teeth, and that flushed face was not pretty to look upon. Mulvaney nodded sympathy, and Ortheris, moved by his comrade"s pa.s.sion, brought up the rifle to his shoulder, and searched the hillside for his quarry, muttering ribaldry about a sparrow, a spout, and a thunderstorm. The voice of the watercourse supplied the necessary small talk till Learoyd picked up his story,
"But it"s none so easy to kill a man like yon. When I"d given up my horses to th" lad as took my place and I was showin" th" preacher th" workin"s, shoutin" into his ear across th" clang o" th" pumpin" engines, I saw he were afraid o" naught; and when the lamplight showed his black eyes, I could feel as he was masterin" me again. I were no better nor Blast chained up short and growlin" i" the depths of him while a strange dog went safe past.
""Th" art a coward and a fool," I said to mysen; an" I wrestled i" my mind again" him till, when we come to Garstang"s Copper-hole, I laid hold o"
the preacher and lifted him up over my head and held him into the darkest on it. "Now, lad," I says, "it"s to be one or t"other on us--thee or me--for "Liza Roantree. Why, isn"t thee afraid for thysen?" I says, for he were still i" my arms as a sack. "Nay; I"m but afraid for thee, my poor lad, as knows naught," says he. I set him down on th" edge, an" th" beck run stiller, an" there was no more buzzin" in my head like when th" bee come through th" window o" Jesse"s house. "What dost tha mean?" says I.