"Nay, nay! I shall moderate my spirit," he cried. "In such troublous times you will find yourself none the worse for the company of a tried fighting man."
"Tried and found wanting," said I, weary of the man"s braggart talk. "I tell you I will go alone."
"Nay, you need not be so hot about it," he exclaimed, shrinking away from me. "In any case, we had best stay here until nightfall, when we may make our way to the coast."
"That is the first mark of sense that you have shown," said I. "The King"s horse will find enough to do with the Zoyland cider and the Bridgewater ale. If we can pa.s.s through, I have friends on the north coast who would give us a lift in their lugger as far as Holland. This help I will not refuse to give you, since you are my fellow in misfortune. I would that Saxon had stayed with me! I fear he will be taken!"
"If you mean Colonel Saxon," said the clerk, "I think that he also is one who hath much guile as well as valour. A stern, fierce soldier he was, as I know well, having fought back to back with him for forty minutes by the clock, against a troop of Sarsfield"s horse. Plain of speech he was, and perhaps a trifle inconsiderate of the honour of a cavalier, but in the field it would have been well for the army had they had more such commanders."
"You say truly," I answered; "but now that we have refreshed ourselves it is time that we bethought us of taking some rest, since we may have far to travel this night. I would that I could lay my hand upon a flagon of ale."
"I would gladly drink to our further acquaintanceship in the same," said my companion, "but as to the matter of slumber that may be readily arranged. If you ascend that ladder you will find in the loft a litter of empty sacks, upon which you can repose. For myself, I will stay down here for a while and cook myself another cake."
"Do you remain on watch for two hours and then arouse me," I replied. "I shall then keep guard whilst you sleep." He touched the hilt of his sword as a sign that he would be true to his post, so not without some misgivings I climbed up into the loft, and throwing myself upon the rude couch was soon in a deep and dreamless slumber, lulled by the low, mournful groaning and creaking of the sails.
I was awoken by steps beside me, and found that the little clerk had come up the ladder and was bending over me. I asked him if the time had come for me to rouse, on which he answered in a strange quavering voice that I had yet an hour, and that he had come up to see if there was any service which he could render me. I was too weary to take much note of his slinking manner and pallid cheeks, so thanking him for his attention, I turned over and was soon asleep once more.
My next waking was a rougher and a sterner one. There came a sudden rush of heavy feet up the ladder, and a dozen red-coats swarmed into the room. Springing on to my feet I put out my hand for the sword which I had laid all ready by my side, but the trusty weapon had gone. It had been stolen whilst I slumbered. Unarmed and taken at a vantage, I was struck down and pinioned in a moment. One held a pistol to my head, and swore that he would blow my brains out if I stirred, while the others wound a coil of rope round my body and arms, until Samson himself could scarce have got free. Feeling that my struggles were of no possible avail, I lay silent and waited for whatever was to come. Neither now nor at any time, dear children, have I laid great store upon my life, but far less then than now, for each of you are tiny tendrils which bind me to this world. Yet, when I think of the other dear ones who are waiting for me on the further sh.o.r.e, I do not think that even now death would seem an evil thing in my eyes. What a hopeless and empty thing would life be without it!
Having lashed my arms, the soldiers dragged me down the ladder, as though I had been a truss of hay, into the room beneath, which was also crowded with troopers. In one corner was the wretched scrivener, a picture of abject terror, with chattering teeth and trembling knees, only prevented from falling upon the floor by the grasp of a stalwart corporal. In front of him stood two officers, one a little hard brown man with dark twinkling eyes and an alert manner, the other tall and slender, with a long golden moustache, which drooped down half-way to his shoulders. The former had my sword in his hand, and they were both examining the blade curiously.
"It is a good bit of steel, d.i.c.k," said one, putting the point against the stone floor, and pressing down until he touched it with the handle. "See, with what a snap it rebounds! No maker"s name, but the date 1638 is stamped upon the pommel. Where did you get it, fellow?" he asked, fixing his keen gaze upon my face.
"It was my father"s before me," I answered.
"Then I trust that he drew it in a better quarrel than his son hath done," said the taller officer, with a sneer.
"In as good, though not in a better," I returned. "That sword hath always been drawn for the rights and liberties of Englishmen, and against the tyranny of kings and the bigotry of priests."
"What a tag for a playhouse, d.i.c.k," cried the officer. "How doth it run? "The bigotry of kings and the tyranny of priests." Why, if well delivered by Betterton close up to the footlights, with one hand upon his heart and the other pointing to the sky, I warrant the pit would rise at it."
"Very like," said the other, twirling his moustache. "But we have no time for fine speeches now. What are we to do with the little one?"
"Hang him," the other answered carelessly.
"No, no, your most gracious honours," howled Master Tetheridge, suddenly writhing out of the corporal"s grip and flinging himself upon the floor at their feet. "Did I not tell ye where ye could find one of the stoutest soldiers of the rebel army? Did not I guide ye to him? Did not I even creep up and remove his sword lest any of the King"s subjects be slain in the taking of him? Surely, surely, ye would not use me so scurvily when I have done ye these services? Have I not made good my words? Is he not as I described him, a giant in stature and of wondrous strength? The whole army will bear me out in it, that he was worth any two in single fight. I have given him over to ye. Surely ye will let me go!"
"Very well delivered-plaguily so!" quoth the little officer, clapping the palm of one hand softly against the back of the other. "The emphasis was just, and the enunciation clear. A little further back towards the wings, corporal, if you please. Thank you! Now, d.i.c.k, it is your cue."
"Nay, John, you are too absurd!" cried the other impatiently. "The mask and the buskins are well enough in their place, but you look upon the play as a reality and upon the reality as but a play. What this reptile hath said is true. We must keep faith with him if we wish that others of the country folk should give up the fugitives. There is no help for it!"
"For myself I believe in Jeddart law," his companion answered. "I would hang the man first and then discuss the question of our promise. However, pink me if I will obtrude my opinion on any man!"
"Nay, it cannot be," the taller said. "Corporal, do you take him down. Henderson will go with you. Take from him that plate and sword, which his mother would wear with as good a grace. And hark ye, corporal, a few touches of thy stirrup leathers across his fat shoulders might not be amiss, as helping him to remember the King"s dragoons."
My treacherous companion was dragged off, struggling and yelping, and presently a series of piercing howls, growing fainter and fainter as he fled before his tormentors, announced that the hint had been taken. The two officers rushed to the little window of the mill and roared with laughter, while the troopers, peeping furtively over their shoulders, could not restrain themselves from joining in their mirth, from which I gathered that Master Tetheridge, as, spurred on by fear, he hurled his fat body through hedges and into ditches, was a somewhat comical sight.
"And now for the other," said the little officer, turning away from the window and wiping the tears of laughter from his face. "That beam over yonder would serve our purpose. Where is Hangman Broderick, the Jack Ketch of the Royals?"
"Here I am, sir," responded a sullen, heavy-faced trooper, shuffling forward; "I have a rope here with a noose."
"Throw it over the beam, then. What is amiss with your hand, you clumsy rogue, that you should wear linen round it?"
"May it please you, sir," the man answered, "it was all through an ungrateful, p.r.i.c.k-eared Presbyterian knave whom I hung at Gommatch. I had done all that could be done for him. Had he been at Tyburn he could scarce have met with more attention. Yet when I did put my hand to his neck to see that all was as it should be, he did fix me with his teeth, and hath gnawed a great piece from my thumb."
"I am sorry for you," said the officer. "You know, no doubt, that the human bite under such circ.u.mstances is as deadly as that of the mad dog, so that you may find yourself snapping and barking one of these fine mornings. Nay, turn not pale! I have heard you preach patience and courage to your victims. You are not afraid of death?"
"Not of any Christian death, your Honour. Yet, ten shillings a week is scarce enough to pay a man for an end like that!"
"Nay, it is all a lottery," remarked the Captain cheerily. "I have heard that in these cases a man is so drawn up that his heels do beat a tattoo against the back of his head. But, mayhap, it is not as painful as it would appear. Meanwhile, do you proceed to do your office."
Three or four troopers caught me by the arms, but I shook them off as best I might, and walked with, as I trust, a steady step and a cheerful face under the beam, which was a great smoke-blackened rafter pa.s.sing from one side of the chamber to the other. The rope was thrown over this, and the noose placed round my neck with trembling fingers by the hangman, who took particular care to keep beyond the range of my teeth. Half-a-dozen dragoons seized the further end of the coil, and stood ready to swing me into eternity. Through all my adventurous life I have never been so close upon the threshold of death as at that moment, and yet I declare to you that, terrible as my position was, I could think of nothing but the tattoo marks upon old Solomon Sprent"s arm, and the cunning fashion in which he had interwoven the red and the blue. Yet I was keenly alive to all that was going on around me. The scene of the bleak stone-floored room, the single narrow window, the two lounging elegant officers, the pile of arms in the corner, and even the texture of the coa.r.s.e red serge and the patterns of the great bra.s.s b.u.t.tons upon the sleeve of the man who held me, are all stamped clearly upon my mind.
"We must do our work with order," remarked the taller Captain, taking a note-book from his pocket. "Colonel Sarsfield may desire some details. Let me see! This is the seventeenth, is it not?"
"Four at the farm and five at the cross-roads," the other answered, counting upon his fingers. "Then there was the one whom we shot in the hedge, and the wounded one who nearly saved himself by dying, and the two in the grove under the hill. I can remember no more, save those who were strung up in "Bridgewater immediately after the action."
"It is well to do it in an orderly fashion," quoth the other, scribbling in his book. "It is very well for Kirke and his men, who are half Moors themselves, to hang and to slaughter without discrimination or ceremony, but we should set them a better example. What is your name, sirrah?"
"My name is Captain Micah Clarke," I answered.
The two officers looked at each other, and the smaller one gave a long whistle. "It is the very man!" said he. "This comes of asking questions! Rat me, if I had not misgivings that it might prove to be so. They said that he was large of limb."
"Tell me, sirrah, have you ever known one Major Ogilvy of the Horse Guards Blue?" asked the Captain.
"Seeing that I had the honour of taking him prisoner," I replied, "and seeing also that he hath shared soldier"s fare and quarters with me ever since, I think I may fairly say that I do know him."
"Cast loose the cord!" said the officer, and the hangman reluctantly slipped the cord over my head once more. "Young man, you are surely reserved for something great, for you will never be nearer your grave until you do actually step into it. This Major Ogilvy hath made great interest both for you and for a wounded comrade of yours who lies at Bridgewater. Your name hath been given to the commanders of horse, with orders to bring you in unscathed should you be taken. Yet it is but fair to tell you that though the Major"s good word may save you from martial law, it will stand you in small stead before a civil judge, before whom ye must in the end take your trial."
"I desire to share the same lot and fortune as has befallen my companions-in-arms," I answered.
"Nay, that is but a sullen way to take your deliverance," cried the smaller officer. "The situation is as flat as sutler"s beer. Otway would have made a bettor thing of it. Can you not rise to the occasion? Where is she?"
"She! Who?" I asked.
"She. The she. The woman. Your wife, sweetheart, betrothed, what you will."
"There is none such," I answered.
"There now! What can be done in a case like that?" cried he despairingly. "She should have rushed in from the wings and thrown herself upon your bosom. I have seen such a situation earn three rounds from the pit. There is good material spoiling here for want of some one to work it up."
"We have something else to work up, Jack," exclaimed his companion impatiently. "Sergeant Gredder, do you with two troopers conduct the prisoner to Gommatch Church. It is time that we were once more upon our way, for in a few hours the darkness will hinder the pursuit."
At the word of command the troopers descended into the field where their horses were picketed, and were speedily on the march once more, the tall Captain leading them, and the stage-struck cornet bringing up the rear. The sergeant to whose care I had been committed-a great square-shouldered, dark-browed man-ordered my own horse to be brought out, and helped me to mount it. He removed the pistols from the holsters, however, and hung them with my sword at his own saddle-bow.
"Shall I tie his feet under the horse"s belly?" asked one of the dragoons.
"Nay, the lad hath an honest face," the sergeant answered. "If he promises to be quiet we shall cast free his arms."
"I have no desire to escape," said I.
"Then untie the rope. A brave man in misfortune hath ever my goodwill, strike me dumb else! Sergeant Gredder is my name, formerly of Mackay"s and now of the Royals-as hard-worked and badly-paid a man as any in his Majesty"s service. Right wheel, and down the pathway! Do ye ride on either side, and I behind! Our carbines are primed, friend, so stand true to your promise!"
"Nay, you can rely upon it," I answered.
"Your little comrade did play you a scurvy trick," said the sergeant, "for seeing us ride down the road he did make across to us, and bargained with the Captain that his life should be spared, on condition that he should deliver into our hands what he described as one of the stoutest soldiers in the rebel army. Truly you have thews and sinews enough, though you are surely too young to have seen much service."
"This hath been my first campaign," I answered.
"And is like to be your last," he remarked, with soldierly frankness. "I hear that the Privy Council intend to make such an example as will take the heart out of the Whigs for twenty years to come. They have a lawyer coming from London whose wig is more to be feared than our helmets. He will slay more men in a day than a troop of horse in a ten-mile chase. Faith! I would sooner they took this butcher-work into their own hands. See those bodies on yonder tree. It is an evil season when such acorns grow upon English oaks."
"It is an evil season," said I, "when men who call themselves Christians inflict such vengeance upon poor simple peasants, who have done no more than their conscience urged them. That the leaders and officers should suffer is but fair. They stood to win in case of success, and should pay forfeit now that they have lost. But it goes to my heart to see those poor G.o.dly country folk so treated."
"Aye, there is truth in that," said the sergeant. "Now if it were some of these snuffle-nosed preachers, the old lank-haired bell-wethers who have led their flocks to the devil, it would be another thing. Why can they not conform to the Church, and be plagued to them? It is good enough for the King, so surely it is good enough for them; or are their souls so delicate that they cannot satisfy themselves with that on which every honest Englishman thrives? The main road to Heaven is too common for them. They must needs have each a by-path of their own, and cry out against all who will not follow it."
"Why," said I, "there are pious men of all creeds. If a man lead a life of virtue, what matter what he believes?
"Let a man keep his virtue in his heart," quoth Sergeant Gredder. "Let him pack it deep in the knapsack of his soul. I suspect G.o.dliness which shows upon the surface, the snuffling talk, the rolling eyes, the groaning and the hawking. It is like the forged money, which can be told by its being more bright and more showy than the real."
"An apt comparison!" said I. "But how comes it, sergeant, that you have given attention to these matters? Unless they are much belied, the Royal Dragoons find other things to think of."
"I was one of Mackay"s foot," he answered shortly. "I have heard of him," said I. "A man, I believe, both of parts and of piety."
"That, indeed, he is," cried Sergeant Gredder warmly. "He is a man stern and soldierly to the outer eye, but with the heart of a saint within him. I promise you there was little need of the strapado in his regiment, for there was not a man who did not fear the look of sorrow in his Colonel"s eyes far more than he did the provost-marshal."
During the whole of our long ride I found the worthy sergeant a true follower of the excellent Colonel Mackay, for he proved to be a man of more than ordinary intelligence, and of serious and thoughtful habit. As to the two troopers, they rode on either side of me as silent as statues; for the common dragoons of those days could but talk of wine and women, and were helpless and speechless when aught else was to the fore. When we at last rode into the little village of Gommatch, which overlooks the plain of Sedgemoor, it was with regret on each side that I bade my guardian adieu. As a parting favour I begged him to take charge of Covenant for me, promising to pay a certain sum by the month for his keep, and commissioning him to retain the horse for his own use should I fail to claim him within the year. It was a load off my mind when I saw my trusty companion led away, staring back at me with questioning eyes, as though unable to understand the separation. Come what might, I knew now that, he was in the keeping of a good man who would see that no harm befell him.
Chapter x.x.xIV. Of the Coming of Solomon Sprent
The church of Gommatch was a small ivy-clad building with a square Norman tower, standing in the centre of the hamlet of that name. Its great oaken doors, studded with iron, and high narrow windows, fitted it well for the use to which it was now turned. Two companies of Dumbarton"s Foot had been quartered in the village, with a portly Major at their head, to whom I was handed over by Sergeant Gredder, with some account of my capture, and of the reasons which had prevented my summary execution.
Night was now drawing in, but a few dim lamps, hung here and there upon the walls, cast an uncertain, flickering light over the scene. A hundred or more prisoners were scattered about upon the stone floor, many of them wounded, and some evidently dying. The hale had gathered in silent, subdued groups round their stricken friends, and were doing what they could to lessen their sufferings. Some had even removed the greater part of their clothing in order to furnish head-rests and pallets for the wounded. Here and there in the shadows dark kneeling figures might be seen, and the measured sound of their prayers rang through the aisles, with a groan now and again, or a choking gasp as some poor sufferer battled for breath. The dim, yellow light streaming over the earnest pain-drawn faces, and the tattered mud-coloured figures, would have made it a fitting study for any of those Low Country painters whose pictures I saw long afterwards at The Hague.
On Thursday morning, the third day after the battle, we were all conveyed into Bridgewater, where we were confined for the remainder of the week in St. Mary"s Church, the very one from the tower of which Monmouth and his commanders had inspected Feversham"s position. The more we heard of the fight from the soldiers and others, the more clear it became that, but for the most unfortunate accidents, there was every chance that our night attack might have succeeded. There was scarcely a fault which a General could commit which Feversham had not been guilty of. He had thought too lightly of his enemy, and left his camp entirely open to a surprise. When the firing broke out he sprang from his couch, but failing to find his wig, he had groped about his tent while the battle was being decided, and only came out when it was well-nigh over. All were agreed that had it not been for the chance of the Buss.e.x Rhine having been overlooked by our guides and scouts, we should have been among the tents before the men could have been called to arms. Only this and the fiery energy of John Churchill, the second in command, afterwards better known under a higher name, both to French and to English history, prevented the Royal army from meeting with a reverse which might have altered the result of the campaign.(Note K, Appendix.) Should ye hear or read, then, my dear children, that Monmouth"s rising was easily put down, or that it was hopeless from the first, remember that I, who was concerned in it, say confidently that it really trembled in the balance, and that this handful of resolute peasants with their pikes and their scythes were within an ace of altering the whole course of English history. The ferocity of the Privy Council, after the rebellion was quelled, arose from their knowledge of how very close it had been to success.
I do not wish to say too much of the cruelty and barbarity of the victors, for it is not good for your childish ears to hear of such doings. The sluggard Feversham and the brutal Kirke have earned themselves a name in the West, which is second only to that of the arch villain who came after them. As for their victims, when they had hanged and quartered and done their wicked worst upon them, at least they left their names in their own little villages, to be treasured up and handed from generation to generation, as brave men and true who had died for a n.o.ble cause. Go now to Milverton, or to Wivelis...o...b.., or to Minehead, or to Colyford, or to any village through the whole breadth and length of Somersetshire, and you will find that they have not forgotten what they proudly call their martyrs. But where now is Kirke and where is Feversham? Their names are preserved, it is true, but preserved in a county"s hatred. Who can fail to see now that these men in punishing others brought a far heavier punishment upon themselves? Their sin hath indeed found them out.
They did all that wicked and callous-hearted men could do, knowing well that such deeds were acceptable to the cold-blooded, bigoted hypocrite who sat upon the throne. They worked to win his favour, and they won it. Men were hanged and cut down and hanged again. Every cross-road in the country was ghastly with gibbets. There was not an insult or a contumely which might make the pangs of death more unendurable, which was not heaped upon these long-suffering men; yet it is proudly recounted in their native shire that of all the host of victims there was not one who did not meet his end with a firm lip, protesting that if the thing were to do again he was ready to do it.
At the end of a week or two news came of the fugitives. Monmouth, it seems, had been captured by Portman"s yellow coats when trying to make his way to the New Forest, whence he hoped to escape to the Continent. He was dragged, gaunt, unshaven, and trembling, out of a bean-field in which he had taken refuge, and was carried to Ringwood, in Hampshire. Strange rumours reached us concerning his behaviour-rumours which came to our ears through the coa.r.s.e jests of our guards. Some said that he had gone on his knees to the yokels who had seized him. Others that he had written to the King offering to do anything, even to throw over the Protestant cause, to save his head from the scaffold.(Note L, Appendix.) We laughed at these stories at the time, and set them down as inventions of our enemies. It seemed too impossible that at a time when his supporters were so sternly and so loyally standing true to him, he, their leader, with the eyes of all men upon him, should be showing less courage than every little drummer-boy displays, who trips along at the head of his regiment upon the field of battle. Alas! time showed that the stories were indeed true, and that there was no depth of infamy to which this unhappy man would not descend, in the hope of prolonging for a few years that existence which had proved a curse to so many who trusted him.
Of Saxon no news had come, good or bad, which encouraged me to hope that he had found a hiding-place for himself. Reuben was still confined to his couch by his wound, and was under the care and protection of Major Ogilvy. The good gentleman came to see me more than once, and endeavoured to add to my comfort, until I made him understand that it pained me to find myself upon a different footing to the brave fellows with whom I had shared the perils of the campaign. One great favour he did me in writing to my father, and informing him that I was well and in no pressing danger. In reply to this letter I had a stout Christian answer from the old man, bidding me to be of good courage, and quoting largely from a sermon on patience by the Reverend Josiah Seaton of Petersfield. My mother, he said, was in deep distress at my position, but was held up by her confidence in the decrees of Providence. He enclosed a draft for Major Ogilvy, commissioning him to use it in whatever way I should suggest. This money, together with the small h.o.a.rd which my mother had sewed into my collar, proved to be invaluable, for when the gaol fever broke out amongst us I was able to get fitting food for the sick, and also to pay for the services of physicians, so that the disease was stamped out ere it had time to spread.
Early in August we were brought from Bridgewater to Taunton, where we were thrown with hundreds of others into the same wool storehouse where our regiment had been quartered in the early days of the campaign. We gained little by the change, save that we found that our new guards were somewhat more satiated with cruelty than our old ones, and were therefore less exacting upon their prisoners. Not only were friends allowed in occasionally to see us, but books and papers could be obtained by the aid of a small present to the sergeant on duty. We were able, therefore, to spend our time with some degree of comfort during the month or more which pa.s.sed before our trial.
One evening I was standing listlessly with my back against the wall, looking up at a thin slit of blue sky which showed itself through the narrow window, and fancying myself back in the meadows of Havant once more, when a voice fell upon my ear which did, indeed, recall me to my Hampshire home. Those deep, husky tones, rising at times into an angry roar, could belong to none other than my old friend the seaman. I approached the door from which the uproar came, and all doubt vanished as I listened to the conversation.
"Won"t let me pa.s.s, won"t ye?" he was shouting. "Let me tell you I"ve held on my course when better men than you have asked me to veil topsails. I tell you I have the admiral"s permit, and I won"t clew up for a bit of a red-painted c.o.c.k-boat; so move from athwart my hawse, or I may chance to run you down."
"We don"t know nothing about admirals here," said the sergeant of the guard. "The time for seeing prisoners is over for the day, and if you do not take your ill-favoured body out of this I may try the weight o" my halberd on your back."
"I have taken blows and given them ere you were ever thought of, you land-swab," roared old Solomon. "I was yardarm and yardarm with De Ruyter when you were learning to suck milk; but, old as I am, I would have you know that I am not condemned yet, and that I am fit to exchange broadsides with any lobster-tailed piccaroon that ever was triced up to a triangle and had the King"s diamonds cut in his back. If I tack back to Major Ogilvy and signal him the way that I have been welcomed, he"ll make your hide redder than ever your coat was."
"Major Ogilvy!" exclaimed the sergeant, in a more respectful voice. "If you had said that your permit was from Major Ogilvy it would have been another thing, but you did rave of admirals and commodores, and G.o.d knows what other outlandish talk!"
"Shame on your parents that they should have reared you with so slight a knowledge o" the King"s English!" grumbled Solomon. "In truth, friend, it is a marvel to me why sailor men should be able to show a lead to those on sh.o.r.e in the matter of lingo. For out of seven hundred men in the ship Worcester-the same that sank in the Bay of Funchal-there was not so much as a powder-boy but could understand every word that I said, whereas on sh.o.r.e there is many a great jolterhead, like thyself, who might be a Portugee for all the English that he knows, and who stares at me like a pig in a hurricane if I do lint ask him what he makes the reckoning, or how many bells have gone."
"Whom is it that you would see?" asked the sergeant gruffly. "You have a most infernally long tongue."
"Aye, and a rough one, too, when I have fools to deal with," returned the seaman. "If I had you in my watch, lad, for a three years" cruise, I would make a man of you yet."
"Pa.s.s the old man through!" cried the sergeant furiously, and the sailor came stumping in, with his bronzed face all screwed up and twisted, partly with amus.e.m.e.nt at his victory over the sergeant, and partly from a great chunk of tobacco which he was wont to stow within his cheek. Having glanced round without perceiving me, he put his hands to his mouth and bellowed out my name, with a string of "Ahoys!" which rang through the building.
"Here I am, Solomon," said I, touching him on the shoulder.
"G.o.d bless you, lad! G.o.d bless you!" he cried, wringing my hand. "I could not see you, for my port eye is as foggy as the Newfoundland banks, and has been ever since Long Sue Williams of the Point hove a quart pot at it in the Tiger inn nigh thirty year agone. How are you? All sound, alow and aloft?"
"As well as might be," I answered. "I have little to complain of."
"None of your standing rigging shot away!" said he. "No spars crippled? No shots between wind and water, eh? You have not been hulled, nor raked, nor laid aboard of?"
"None of these things," said I, laughing.
"Faith! you are leaner than of old, and have aged ten years in two months. You did go forth as smart and trim a fighting ship as over answered helm, and now you are like the same ship when the battle and the storm have taken the gloss from her sides and torn the love-pennants from her peak. Yet am I right glad to see you sound in wind and limb."
"I have looked upon sights," said I, "which might well add ten years to a man"s age."
"Aye, aye!" he answered, with a hollow groan, shaking his head from side to side. "It is a most accursed affair. Yet, bad as the tempest is, the calm will ever come afterwards if you will but ride it out with your anchor placed deep in Providence. Ah, lad, that is good holding ground! But if I know you aright, your grief is more for these poor wretches around you than for yourself."
"It is, indeed, a sore sight to see them suffer so patiently and uncomplainingly," I answered, "and for such a man, too!"
"Aye, the chicken-livered swab!" growled the seaman, grinding his teeth.
"How are my mother and my father," I asked, "and how came you so far from home?"
"Nay, I should have grounded on my beef bones had I waited longer at my moorings. I cut my cable, therefore, and, making a northerly tack as far as Salisbury, I run down with a fair wind. Thy father hath set his face hard, and goes about his work as usual, though much troubled by the Justices, who have twice had him up to Winchester for examination, but have found his papers all right and no charge to be brought against him. Your mother, poor soul, hath little time to mope or to pipe her eye, for she hath such a sense of duty that, were the ship to founder under her, it is a plate galleon to a china orange that she would stand fast in the caboose curing marigolds or rolling pastry. They have taken to prayer as some would to rum, and warm their hearts with it when the wind of misfortune blows chill. They were right glad that I should come down to you, and I gave them the word of a sailor that I would get you out of the bilboes if it might anyhow be done."
"Get me out, Solomon!" said I; "nay, that may be put outside the question. How could you get me out?"