"Bless my soul, sir!" cried Tom, "I meant to mention that at first, I thought I had. I knew them--her, I mean--directly. The gentleman who was ill at the Dragon, sir, last winter; and the young lady who attended him."
Tom"s teeth chattered in his head, and he positively staggered with amazement, at witnessing the extraordinary effect produced on Mr Pecksniff by these simple words. The dread of losing the old man"s favour almost as soon as they were reconciled, through the mere fact of having Jonas in the house; the impossibility of dismissing Jonas, or shutting him up, or tying him hand and foot and putting him in the coal-cellar, without offending him beyond recall; the horrible discordance prevailing in the establishment, and the impossibility of reducing it to decent harmony with Charity in loud hysterics, Mercy in the utmost disorder, Jonas in the parlour, and Martin Chuzzlewit and his young charge upon the very doorsteps; the total hopelessness of being able to disguise or feasibly explain this state of rampant confusion; the sudden acc.u.mulation over his devoted head of every complicated perplexity and entanglement for his extrication from which he had trusted to time, good fortune, chance, and his own plotting, so filled the entrapped architect with dismay, that if Tom could have been a Gorgon staring at Mr Pecksniff, and Mr Pecksniff could have been a Gorgon staring at Tom, they could not have horrified each other half so much as in their own bewildered persons.
"Dear, dear!" cried Tom, "what have I done? I hoped it would be a pleasant surprise, sir. I thought you would like to know."
But at that moment a loud knocking was heard at the hall door.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
MORE AMERICAN EXPERIENCES, MARTIN TAKES A PARTNER, AND MAKES A PURCHASE.
SOME ACCOUNT OF EDEN, AS IT APPEARED ON PAPER. ALSO OF THE BRITISH LION.
ALSO OF THE KIND OF SYMPATHY PROFESSED AND ENTERTAINED BY THE WATERTOAST a.s.sOCIATION OF UNITED SYMPATHISERS
The knocking at Mr Pecksniff"s door, though loud enough, bore no resemblance whatever to the noise of an American railway train at full speed. It may be well to begin the present chapter with this frank admission, lest the reader should imagine that the sounds now deafening this history"s ears have any connection with the knocker on Mr Pecksniff"s door, or with the great amount of agitation pretty equally divided between that worthy man and Mr Pinch, of which its strong performance was the cause.
Mr Pecksniff"s house is more than a thousand leagues away; and again this happy chronicle has Liberty and Moral Sensibility for its high companions. Again it breathes the blessed air of Independence; again it contemplates with pious awe that moral sense which renders unto Ceasar nothing that is his; again inhales that sacred atmosphere which was the life of him--oh n.o.ble patriot, with many followers!--who dreamed of Freedom in a slave"s embrace, and waking sold her offspring and his own in public markets.
How the wheels clank and rattle, and the tram-road shakes, as the train rushes on! And now the engine yells, as it were lashed and tortured like a living labourer, and writhed in agony. A poor fancy; for steel and iron are of infinitely greater account, in this commonwealth, than flesh and blood. If the cunning work of man be urged beyond its power of endurance, it has within it the elements of its own revenge; whereas the wretched mechanism of the Divine Hand is dangerous with no such property, but may be tampered with, and crushed, and broken, at the driver"s pleasure. Look at that engine! It shall cost a man more dollars in the way of penalty and fine, and satisfaction of the outraged law, to deface in wantonness that senseless ma.s.s of metal, than to take the lives of twenty human creatures! Thus the stars wink upon the b.l.o.o.d.y stripes; and Liberty pulls down her cap upon her eyes, and owns Oppression in its vilest aspect, for her sister.
The engine-driver of the train whose noise awoke us to the present chapter was certainly troubled with no such reflections as these; nor is it very probable that his mind was disturbed by any reflections at all.
He leaned with folded arms and crossed legs against the side of the carriage, smoking; and, except when he expressed, by a grunt as short as his pipe, his approval of some particularly dexterous aim on the part of his colleague, the fireman, who beguiled his leisure by throwing logs of wood from the tender at the numerous stray cattle on the line, he preserved a composure so immovable, and an indifference so complete, that if the locomotive had been a sucking-pig, he could not have been more perfectly indifferent to its doings. Notwithstanding the tranquil state of this officer, and his unbroken peace of mind, the train was proceeding with tolerable rapidity; and the rails being but poorly laid, the jolts and b.u.mps it met with in its progress were neither slight nor few.
There were three great caravans or cars attached. The ladies" car, the gentlemen"s car, and the car for negroes; the latter painted black, as an appropriate compliment to its company. Martin and Mark Tapley were in the first, as it was the most comfortable; and, being far from full, received other gentlemen who, like them, were unblessed by the society of ladies of their own. They were seated side by side, and were engaged in earnest conversation.
"And so, Mark," said Martin, looking at him with an anxious expression, "and so you are glad we have left New York far behind us, are you?"
"Yes, sir," said Mark. "I am. Precious glad."
"Were you not "jolly" there?" asked Martin.
"On the contrairy, sir," returned Mark. "The jolliest week as ever I spent in my life, was that there week at Pawkins"s."
"What do you think of our prospects?" inquired Martin, with an air that plainly said he had avoided the question for some time.
"Uncommon bright, sir," returned Mark. "Impossible for a place to have a better name, sir, than the Walley of Eden. No man couldn"t think of settling in a better place than the Walley of Eden. And I"m told," added Mark, after a pause, "as there"s lots of serpents there, so we shall come out, quite complete and reg"lar."
So far from dwelling upon this agreeable piece of information with the least dismay, Mark"s face grew radiant as he called it to mind; so very radiant, that a stranger might have supposed he had all his life been yearning for the society of serpents, and now hailed with delight the approaching consummation of his fondest wishes.
"Who told you that?" asked Martin, sternly.
"A military officer," said Mark.
"Confound you for a ridiculous fellow!" cried Martin, laughing heartily in spite of himself. "What military officer? You know they spring up in every field."
"As thick as scarecrows in England, sir," interposed Mark, "which is a sort of milita themselves, being entirely coat and wescoat, with a stick inside. Ha, ha!--Don"t mind me, sir; it"s my way sometimes. I can"t help being jolly. Why it was one of them inwading conquerors at Pawkins"s, as told me. "Am I rightly informed," he says--not exactly through his nose, but as if he"d got a stoppage in it, very high up--"that you"re a-going to the Walley of Eden?" "I heard some talk on it," I told him. "Oh!"
says he, "if you should ever happen to go to bed there--you MAY, you know," he says, "in course of time as civilisation progresses--don"t forget to take a axe with you." I looks at him tolerable hard. "Fleas?"
says I. "And more," says he. "Wampires?" says I. "And more," says he.
"Musquitoes, perhaps?" says I. "And more," says he. "What more?" says I. "Snakes more," says he; "rattle-snakes. You"re right to a certain extent, stranger. There air some catawampous chawers in the small way too, as graze upon a human pretty strong; but don"t mind THEM--they"re company. It"s snakes," he says, "as you"ll object to; and whenever you wake and see one in a upright poster on your bed," he says, "like a corkscrew with the handle off a-sittin" on its bottom ring, cut him down, for he means wenom.""
"Why didn"t you tell me this before!" cried Martin, with an expression of face which set off the cheerfulness of Mark"s visage to great advantage.
"I never thought on it, sir," said Mark. "It come in at one ear, and went out at the other. But Lord love us, he was one of another Company, I dare say, and only made up the story that we might go to his Eden, and not the opposition one."
"There"s some probability in that," observed Martin. "I can honestly say that I hope so, with all my heart."
"I"ve not a doubt about it, sir," returned Mark, who, full of the inspiriting influence of the anecodote upon himself, had for the moment forgotten its probable effect upon his master; "anyhow, we must live, you know, sir."
"Live!" cried Martin. "Yes, it"s easy to say live; but if we should happen not to wake when rattlesnakes are making corkscrews of themselves upon our beds, it may be not so easy to do it."
"And that"s a fact," said a voice so close in his ear that it tickled him. "That"s dreadful true."
Martin looked round, and found that a gentleman, on the seat behind, had thrust his head between himself and Mark, and sat with his chin resting on the back rail of their little bench, entertaining himself with their conversation. He was as languid and listless in his looks as most of the gentlemen they had seen; his cheeks were so hollow that he seemed to be always sucking them in; and the sun had burnt him, not a wholesome red or brown, but dirty yellow. He had bright dark eyes, which he kept half closed; only peeping out of the corners, and even then with a glance that seemed to say, "Now you won"t overreach me; you want to, but you won"t." His arms rested carelessly on his knees as he leant forward; in the palm of his left hand, as English rustics have their slice of cheese, he had a cake of tobacco; in his right a penknife. He struck into the dialogue with as little reserve as if he had been specially called in, days before, to hear the arguments on both sides, and favour them with his opinion; and he no more contemplated or cared for the possibility of their not desiring the honour of his acquaintance or interference in their private affairs than if he had been a bear or a buffalo.
"That," he repeated, nodding condescendingly to Martin, as to an outer barbarian and foreigner, "is dreadful true. Darn all manner of vermin."
Martin could not help frowning for a moment, as if he were disposed to insinuate that the gentleman had unconsciously "darned" himself. But remembering the wisdom of doing at Rome as Romans do, he smiled with the pleasantest expression he could a.s.sume upon so short a notice.
Their new friend said no more just then, being busily employed in cutting a quid or plug from his cake of tobacco, and whistling softly to himself the while. When he had shaped it to his liking, he took out his old plug, and deposited the same on the back of the seat between Mark and Martin, while he thrust the new one into the hollow of his cheek, where it looked like a large walnut, or tolerable pippin. Finding it quite satisfactory, he stuck the point of his knife into the old plug, and holding it out for their inspection, remarked with the air of a man who had not lived in vain, that it was "used up considerable." Then he tossed it away; put his knife into one pocket and his tobacco into another; rested his chin upon the rail as before; and approving of the pattern on Martin"s waistcoat, reached out his hand to feel the texture of that garment.
"What do you call this now?" he asked.
"Upon my word" said Martin, "I don"t know what it"s called."
"It"ll cost a dollar or more a yard, I reckon?"
"I really don"t know."
"In my country," said the gentleman, "we know the cost of our own pro-duce."
Martin not discussing the question, there was a pause.
"Well!" resumed their new friend, after staring at them intently during the whole interval of silence; "how"s the unnat"ral old parent by this time?"
Mr Tapley regarding this inquiry as only another version of the impertinent English question, "How"s your mother?" would have resented it instantly, but for Martin"s prompt interposition.
"You mean the old country?" he said.
"Ah!" was the reply. "How"s she? Progressing back"ards, I expect, as usual? Well! How"s Queen Victoria?"
"In good health, I believe," said Martin.
"Queen Victoria won"t shake in her royal shoes at all, when she hears to-morrow named," observed the stranger, "No."
"Not that I am aware of. Why should she?"