"Seems queer--about "im yonder--desertin" at all."
""E"ll be a bloomin" side queerer when I"ve done with "im," said Ortheris. They were talking in whispers, for the stillness of the wood and the desire of slaughter lay heavy upon them.
"I make no doubt he had his reasons for desertin"; but, my faith! I make less doubt ivry man has good reason for killin" him," said Mulvaney.
"Happen there was a la.s.s tewed up wi" it. Men do more than more for th"
sake of a la.s.s."
"They make most av us "list. They"ve no manner av right to make us desert."
"Ah; they make us "list, or their fathers do," said Learoyd softly, his helmet over his eyes. Ortheris"s brows contracted savagely. He was watching the valley. "If it"s a girl I"ll shoot the beggar twice over, an" second time for bein" a fool. You"re blasted sentimental all of a sudden. Thinkin" o" your last near shave?"
"Nay, lad; ah was but thinkin" o" what had happened."
"An" fwhat has happened, ye lumberin" child av calamity, that you"re lowing like a cow-calf at the back av the pasture, an" suggestin"
invidious excuses for the man Stanley"s goin" to kill. Ye"ll have to wait another hour yet, little man. Spit it out, Jock, an" bellow melojus to the moon. It takes an earthquake or a bullet graze to fetch aught out av you. Discourse, Don Juan! The a-moors av Lotharius Learoyd! Stanley, kape a rowlin" rig"mental eye on the valley."
"It"s along o" yon hill there," said Learoyd, watching the bare sub-Himalayan spur that reminded him of his Yorkshire moors. He was speaking more to himself than his fellows. "Ay," said he, "Rumbolds Moor stands up ower Skipton town, an" Greenhow Hill stands up ower Pately Brig. I reckon you"ve never heeard tell o" Greenhow Hill, but you bit o" bare stuff if there was n.o.bbut a white road windin" is like ut; strangely like. Moors an" moors an" moors, wi" never a tree for shelter, an" gray houses wi" flagstone rooves, and pewits cryin", an" a windhover goin" to and fro just like these kites. And cold! A wind that cuts you like a knife. You could tell Greenhow Hill folk by the red-apple colour o" their cheeks an" nose tips, and their blue eyes, driven into pinpoints by the wind. Miners mostly, burrowin" for lead i" th"
hillsides, followin" the trail of th" ore vein same as a field-rat. It was the roughest minin" I ever seen. Yo"d come on a bit o" creakin" wood windla.s.s like a well-head, an" you was let down i" th" bight of a rope, fendin" yoursen off the side wi" one hand, carryin" a candle stuck in a lump o" clay with t"other, an" clickin" hold of a rope with t"other hand."
"An" that"s three of them," said Mulvaney. "Must be a good climate in those parts."
Learoyd took no heed.
"An" then yo" came to a level, where you crept on your hands and knees through a mile o" windin" drift, an" you come out into a cave-place as big as Leeds Townhall, with a engine pumpin" water from workin"s "at went deeper still. It"s a queer country, let alone minin", for the hill is full of those natural caves, an" the rivers an" the becks drops into what they call pot-holes, an" come out again miles away."
"Wot was you doin" there?" said Ortheris.
"I was a young chap then, an" mostly went wi" "osses, leadin" coal and lead ore; but at th" time I"m tellin" on I was drivin" the waggon-team i" th" big sumph. I didn"t belong to that country-side by rights. I went there because of a little difference at home, an" at fust I took up wi"
a rough lot. One night we"d been drinkin", an" I must ha" hed more than I could stand, or happen th" ale was none so good. Though i" them days, By for G.o.d, I never seed bad ale." He flung his arms over his head, and gripped a vast handful of white violets. "Nah," said he, "I never seed the ale I could not drink, the bacca I could not smoke, nor the la.s.s I could not kiss. Well, we mun have a race home, the lot on us. I lost all th" others, an" when I was climbin" ower one of them walls built o"
loose stones, I comes down into the ditch, stones and all, an" broke my arm. Not as I knawed much about it, for I fell on th" back of my head, an" was knocked stupid like. An" when I come to mysen it were mornin", an" I were lyin" on the settle i" Jesse Roantree"s houseplace, an" "Liza Roantree was settin" sewin", I ached all ovver, and my mouth were like a lime-kiln. She gave me a drink out of a china mug wi" gold letters--"A Present from Leeds"--as I looked at many and many a time at after.
"Yo"re to lie still while Dr. Warbottom comes, because your arm"s broken, and father has sent a lad to fetch him. He found yo" when he was goin" to work, an" carried you here on his back," sez she. "Oa!" sez I; an" I shet my eyes, for I felt ashamed o" mysen. "Father"s gone to his work these three hours, an" he said he"d tell "em to get somebody to drive the tram." The clock ticked, an" a bee comed in the house, an"
they rung i" my head like mill-wheels. An" she give me another drink an" settled the pillow. "Eh, but yo"re young to be getten drunk an" such like, but yo" won"t do it again, will yo"?"--"Noa," sez I, "I wouldn"t if she"d not but stop they mill-wheels clatterin".""
"Faith, it"s a good thing to be nursed by a woman when you"re sick!"
said Mulvaney. "Dir" cheap at the price av twenty broken heads."
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 big 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 prayer-meetin"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 bekaze 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"
store-keeper"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", practising 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 behaviour, 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 towards 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."