"There are many ways," he answered, sinking his voice to a whisper, and nodding his grizzled head as one who talks upon what has cost him much time and thought. "There is scuttling."
"Scuttling?"
"Aye, lad! When I was quartermaster of the galley Providence in the second Dutch war, we were caught betwixt a lee sh.o.r.e and Van Tromp"s squadron, so that after fighting until our sticks were shot away and our scuppers were arun with blood, we were carried by boarding and sent as prisoners to the Texel. We were stowed away in irons in the afterhold, amongst the bilge water and the rats, with hatches battened down and guards atop, but even then they could not keep us, for the irons got adrift, and Will Adams, the carpenter"s mate, picked a hole in the seams so that the vessel nearly foundered, and in the confusion we fell upon the prize crew, and, using our fetters as cudgels, regained possession of the vessel. But you smile, as though there were little hopes from any such plan!"
"If this wool-house were the galley Providence and Taunton Deane were the Bay of Biscay, it might be attempted," I said.
"I have indeed got out o" the channel," he answered, with a wrinkled brow. "There is, however, another most excellent plan which I have conceived, which is to blow up the building."
"To blow it up!" I cried.
"Aye! A brace of kegs and a slow match would do it any dark night. Then where would be these walls which now shut ye in?"
"Where would be the folk that are now inside them!" I asked. "Would you not blow them up as well?"
"Plague take it, I had forgot that," cried Solomon. "Nay, then, I leave it with you. What have you to propose? Do but give your sailing orders, and, with or without a consort, you will find that I will steer by them as long as this old hulk can answer to her helm."
"Then my advice is, my dear old friend," said I, "that you leave matters to take their course, and hie back to Havant with a message from me to those who know me, telling them to be of good cheer, and to hope for the best. Neither you nor any other man can help me now, for I have thrown in my lot with these poor folk, and I would not leave them if I could. Do what you can to cheer my mother"s heart, and commend me to Zachary Palmer. Your visit hath been a joy to me, and your return will be the same to them. You can serve me better so than by biding here."
"Sink me if I like going back without a blow struck," he growled. "Yet if it is your will there is an end of the matter. Tell me, lad. Has that lank-sparred, slab-sided, herring-gutted friend of yours played you false? for if he has, by the eternal, old as I am, my hanger shall sc.r.a.pe acquaintance with the longsh.o.r.e tuck which hangs at his girdle. I know where he hath laid himself up, moored stem and stern, all snug and shipshape, waiting for the turn of the tide."
"What, Saxon!" I cried. "Do you indeed know where he is? For G.o.d"s sake speak low, for it would mean a commission and five hundred good pounds to any one of these soldiers could he lay hands upon him."
"They are scarce like to do that," said Solomon. "On my journey hither I chanced to put into port at a place called Bruton, where there is an inn that will compare with most, and the skipper is a wench with a glib tongue and a merry eye. I was drinking a gla.s.s of spiced ale, as is my custom about six bells of the middle watch, when I chanced to notice a great lanky carter, who was loading up a waggon in the yard with a cargo o" beer casks. Looking closer it seemed to me that the man"s nose, like the beak of a goshawk, and his glinting eyes with the lids only half-reefed, were known to me, but when I overheard him swearing to himself in good High Dutch, then his figurehead came back to me in a moment. I put out into the yard, and touched him on the shoulder. Zounds, lad! you should have seen him spring back and spit at me like a wildcat with every hair of his head in a bristle. He whipped a knife from under his smock, for he thought, doubtless, that I was about to earn the reward by handing him over to the red-coats. I told him that his secret was safe with me, and I asked him if he had heard that you were laid by the heels. He answered that he knew it, and that he would be answerable that no harm befell you, though in truth it seemed to me that he had his hands full in tr.i.m.m.i.n.g his own sails, without acting as pilot to another. However, there I left him, and there I shall find him again if so be as he has done you an injury."
"Nay," I answered, "I am right glad that he has found this refuge. We did separate upon a difference of opinion, but I have no cause to complain of him. In many ways he hath shown me both kindness and goodwill."
"He is as crafty as a purser"s clerk," quoth Solomon. "I have seen Reuben Lockarby, who sends his love to you. He is still kept in his bunk from his wound, but he meets with good treatment. Major Ogilvy tells me that he has made such interest for him that there is every chance that he will gain his discharge, the more particularly since he was not present at the battle. Your own chance of pardon would, he thinks, be greater if you had fought less stoutly, but you have marked yourself as a dangerous man, more especially as you have the love of many of the common folk among the rebels."
The good old seaman stayed with me until late in the night, listening to my adventures, and narrating in return the simple gossip of the village, which is of more interest to the absent wanderer than the rise and fall of empires. Before he left he drew a great handful of silver pieces from his pouch, and went round amongst the prisoners, listening to their wants, and doing what he could with rough sailor talk and dropping coins to lighten their troubles. There is a language in the kindly eye and the honest brow which all men may understand; and though the seaman"s speeches might have been in Greek, for all that they conveyed to the Somersetshire peasants, yet they crowded round him as he departed and called blessings upon his head. I felt as though he had brought a whiff of his own pure ocean breezes into our close and noisome prison, and left us the sweeter and the healthier.
Late in August the judges started from London upon that wicked journey which blighted the lives and the homes of so many, and hath left a memory in the counties through which they pa.s.sed which shall never fade while a father can speak to a son. We heard reports of them from day to day, for the guards took pleasure in detailing them with many coa.r.s.e and foul jests, that we might know what was in store for us, and lose none of what they called the pleasures of antic.i.p.ation. At Winchester the sainted and honoured Lady Alice Lisle was sentenced by Chief Justice Jeffreys to be burned alive, and the exertions and prayers of her friends could scarce prevail upon him to allow her the small boon of the axe instead of the f.a.ggot. Her graceful head was hewn from her body amidst the groans and the cries of a weeping mult.i.tude in the market-place of the town. At Dorchester the slaughter was wholesale. Three hundred were condemned to death, and seventy-four were actually executed, until the most loyal and Tory of the country squires had to complain of the universal presence of the dangling bodies. Thence the judges proceeded to Exeter and thence to Taunton, which they reached in the first week of September, more like furious and ravenous beasts which have tasted blood and cannot quench their cravings for slaughter, than just-minded men, trained to distinguish the various degrees of guilt, or to pick out the innocent and screen him from injustice. A rare field was open for their cruelty, for in Taunton alone there lay a thousand hapless prisoners, many of whom were so little trained to express their thoughts, and so hampered by the strange dialect in which they spoke, that they might have been born dumb for all the chance they had of making either judge or counsel understand the pleadings which they wished to lay before them.
It was on a Monday evening that the Lord Chief Justice made his entry. From one of the windows of the room in which we were confined I saw him pa.s.s. First rode the dragoons with their standards and kettledrums, then the javelin-men with their halberds, and behind them the line of coaches full of the high dignitaries of the law. Last of all, drawn by six long-tailed Flemish mares, came a great open coach, thickly crusted with gold, in which, reclining amidst velvet cushions, sat the infamous Judge, wrapped in a cloak of crimson plush with a heavy white periwig upon his head, which was so long that it dropped down over his shoulders. They say that he wore scarlet in order to strike terror into the hearts of the people, and that his courts were for the same reason draped in the colour of blood. As for himself, it hath ever been the custom, since his wickedness hath come to be known to all men, to picture him as a man whose expression and features were as monstrous and as hideous as was the mind behind them. This is by no means the case. On the contrary, he was a man who, in his younger days, must have been remarkable for his extreme beauty.(1) He was not, it is true, very old, as years go, when I saw him, but debauchery and low living had left their traces upon his countenance, without, however entirely destroying the regularity and the beauty of his features. He was dark, more like a Spaniard than an Englishman, with black eyes and olive complexion. His expression was lofty and n.o.ble, but his temper was so easily aflame that the slightest cross or annoyance would set him raving like a madman, with blazing eyes and foaming mouth. I have seen him myself with the froth upon his lips and his whole face twitching with pa.s.sion, like one who hath the falling sickness. Yet his other emotions were under as little control, for I have heard say that a very little would cause him to sob and to weep, more especially when he had himself been slighted by those who were above him. He was, I believe, a man who had great powers either for good or for evil, but by pandering to the darker side of his nature and neglecting the other, he brought himself to be as near a fiend as it is possible for a man to be. It must indeed have been an evil government where so vile and foul-mouthed a wretch was chosen out to hold the scales of justice. As he drove past, a Tory gentleman riding by the side of his coach drew his attention to the faces of the prisoners looking out at him. He glanced up at them with a quick, malicious gleam of his white teeth, then settled down again amongst the cushions. I observed that as he pa.s.sed not a hat was raised among the crowd, and that even the rude soldiers appeared to look upon him half in terror, half in disgust, as a lion might look upon some foul, blood-sucking bat which battened upon the prey which he had himself struck down.
(1) The painting of Jeffreys in the National Portrait Gallery more than bears out Micah Clarke"s remarks. He is the handsomest man in the collection.
Chapter x.x.xV. Of the Devil in Wig and Gown
There was no delay in the work of slaughter. That very night the great gallows was erected outside the White Hart inn. Hour after hour we could hear the blows of mallets and the sawing of beams, mingled with the shoutings and the ribald choruses of the Chief Justice"s suite, who were carousing with the officers of the Tangiers regiment in the front room, which overlooked the gibbet. Amongst the prisoners the night was pa.s.sed in prayer and meditation, the stout-hearted holding forth to their weaker brethren, and exhorting them to play the man, and to go to their death in a fashion which should be an example to true Protestants throughout the world. The Puritan divines had been mostly strung up off-hand immediately after the battle, but a few were left to sustain the courage of their flocks, and to show them the way upon the scaffold. Never have I seen anything so admirable as the cool and cheerful bravery wherewith these poor clowns faced their fate. Their courage on the battlefield paled before that which they showed in the shambles of the law. So amid the low murmur of prayer and appeals for mercy to G.o.d from tongues which never yet asked mercy from man, the morning broke, the last morning which many of us were to spend upon earth.
The court should have opened at nine, but my Lord Chief Justice was indisposed, having sat up somewhat late with Colonel Kirke. It was nearly eleven before the trumpeters and criers announced that he had taken his seat. One by one my fellow-prisoners were called out by name, the more prominent being chosen first. They went out from amongst us amid hand-shakings and blessings, but we saw and heard no more of them, save that a sudden fierce rattle of kettledrums would rise up now and again, which was, as our guards told us, to drown any dying words which might fall from the sufferers and bear fruit in the b.r.e.a.s.t.s of those who heard them. With firm steps and smiling faces the roll of martyrs went forth to their fate during the whole of that long autumn day, until the rough soldiers of the guard stood silent and awed in the presence of a courage which they could not but recognise as higher and n.o.bler than their own. Folk may call it a trial that they received, and a trial it really was, but not in the sense that we Englishmen use it. It was but being haled before a Judge, and insulted before being dragged to the gibbet. The court-house was the th.o.r.n.y path which led to the scaffold. What use to put a witness up, when he was shouted down, cursed at, and threatened by the Chief Justice, who bellowed and swore until the frightened burghers in Fore Street could hear him? I have heard from those who were there that day that he raved like a demoniac, and that his black eyes shone with a vivid vindictive brightness which was scarce human. The jury shrank from him as from a venomous thing when he turned his baleful glance upon them. At times, as I have been told, his sternness gave place to a still more terrible merriment, and he would lean back in his seat of justice and laugh until the tears hopped down upon his ermine. Nearly a hundred were either executed or condemned to death upon that opening day.
I had expected to be amongst the first of those called, and no doubt I should have been so but for the exertions of Major Ogilvy. As it was, the second day pa.s.sed, but I still found myself overlooked. On the third and fourth days the slaughter was slackened, not on account of any awakening grace on the part of the Judge, but because the great Tory landowners, and the chief supporters of the Government, had still some bowels of compa.s.sion, which revolted at this butchery of defenceless men. Had it not been for the influence which these gentlemen brought to bear upon the Judge, I have no doubt at all that Jeffreys would have hung the whole eleven hundred prisoners then confined in Taunton. As it was, two hundred and fifty fell victims to this accursed monster"s thirst for human blood.
On the eighth day of the a.s.sizes there were but fifty of us left in the wool warehouse. For the last few days prisoners had been tried in batches of ten and twenty, but now the whole of us were taken in a drove, under escort, to the court-house, where as many as could be squeezed in were ranged in the dock, while the rest were penned, like calves in the market, in the body of the hall. The Judge reclined in a high chair, with a scarlet dais above him, while two other Judges, in less elevated seats, were stationed on either side of him. On the right hand was the jury-box, containing twelve carefully picked men-Tories of the old school-firm upholders of the doctrines of non-resistance and the divine right of kings. Much care had been taken by the Crown in the choice of these men, and there was not one of them but would have sentenced his own father had there been so much as a suspicion that he leaned to Presbyterianism or to Whiggery. Just under the Judge was a broad table, covered with green cloth and strewn with papers. On the right hand of this were a long array of Crown lawyers, grim, ferret-faced men, each with a sheaf of papers in his hands, which they sniffed through again and again, as though they were so many bloodhounds picking up the trail along which they were to hunt us down. On the other side of the table sat a single fresh-faced young man, in silk gown and wig, with a nervous, shuffling manner. This was the barrister, Master Helstrop, whom the Crown in its clemency had allowed us for our defence, lest any should be bold enough to say that we had not had every fairness in our trial. The remainder of the court was filled with the servants of the Justices" retinue and the soldiers of the garrison, who used the place as their common lounge, looking on the whole thing as a mighty cheap form of sport, and roaring with laughter at the rude banter and coa.r.s.e pleasantries of his Lordship.
The clerk having gabbled through the usual form that we, the prisoners at the bar, having shaken off the fear of G.o.d, had unlawfully and traitorously a.s.sembled, and so onwards, the Lord Justice proceeded to take matters into his own hands, as was his wont.
"I trust that we shall come well out of this!" he broke out. "I trust that no judgment will fall upon this building! Was ever so much wickedness fitted into one court-house before? Who ever saw such an array of villainous faces? Ah, rogues, I see a rope ready for every one of ye! Art not afraid of judgment? Art not afraid of h.e.l.l-fire? You grey-bearded rascal in the corner, how comes it that you have not had more of the grace of G.o.d in you than to take up arms against your most gracious and loving sovereign?"
"I have followed the guidance of my conscience, my Lord," said the venerable cloth-worker of Wellington, to whom he spoke.
"Ha, your conscience!" howled Jeffreys. "A ranter with a conscience! Where has your conscience been these two months back, you villain and rogue? Your conscience will stand you in little stead, sirrah, when you are dancing on nothing with a rope round your neck. Was ever such wickedness? Who ever heard such effrontery? And you, you great hulking rebel, have you not grace enough to cast your eyes down, but must needs look justice in the face as though you were an honest man? Are you not afeared, sirrah? Do you not see death close upon you?"
"I have seen that before now, my Lord, and I was not afeared," I answered.
"Generation of vipers!" he cried, throwing up his hands. "The best of fathers! The kindest of kings! See that my words are placed upon the record, clerk! The most indulgent of parents! But wayward children must, with all kindness, be flogged into obedience. Here he broke into a savage grin. "The King will save your own natural parents all further care on your account. If they had wished to keep ye, they should have brought ye up in better principles. Rogues, we shall be merciful to ye-oh, merciful, merciful! How many are here, recorder?"
"Fifty and one, my Lord."
"Oh, sink of villainy! Fifty and one as arrant knaves as ever lay on a hurdle! Oh, what a ma.s.s of corruption have we here! Who defends the villains?"
"I defend the prisoners, your Lordship," replied the young lawyer.
"Master Helstrop, Master Helstrop!" cried Jeffreys, shaking his great wig until the powder flew out of it; "you are in all these dirty cases, Master Helstrop. You might find yourself in a parlous condition, Master Helstrop. I think sometimes that I see you yourself in the dock, Master Helstrop. You may yourself soon need the help of a gentleman of the long robe, Master Helstrop. Oh, have a care! Have a care!"
"The brief is from the Crown, your Lordship," the lawyer answered, in a quavering voice.
"Must I be answered back, then!" roared Jeffreys, his black eyes blazing with the rage of a demon. "Am I to be insulted in my own court? Is every five-groat piece of a pleader, because he chance to have a wig and a gown, to browbeat the Lord Justice, and to fly in the face of the ruling of the Court? Oh, Master Helstrop, I fear that I shall live to see some evil come upon you!"
"I crave your Lordship"s pardon!" cried the faint-hearted barrister, with his face the colour of his brief.
"Keep a guard upon your words and upon your actions?" Jeffreys answered, in a menacing voice. "See that you are not too zealous in the cause of the sc.u.m of the earth. How now, then? What do these one and fifty villains desire to say for themselves? What is their lie? Gentlemen of the jury, I beg that ye will take particular notice of the cut-throat faces of these men. "Tis well that Colonel Kirke hath afforded the Court a sufficient guard, for neither justice nor the Church is safe at their hands."
"Forty of them desire to plead guilty to the charge of taking up arms against the King," replied our barrister.
"Ah!" roared the Judge. "Was ever such unparalleled impudence? Was there ever such brazen effrontery? Guilty, quotha! Have they expressed their repentance for this sin against a most kind and long-suffering monarch! Put down those words on the record, clerk!"
"They have refused to express repentance, your Lordship!" replied the counsel for the defence.
"Oh, the parricides! Oh, the shameless rogues!" cried the Judge. "Put the forty together on this side of the enclosure. Oh, gentlemen, have ye ever seen such a concentration of vice? See how baseness and wickedness can stand with head erect! Oh, hardened monsters! But the other eleven. How can they expect us to believe this transparent falsehood-this palpable device? How can they foist it upon the Court?"
"My Lord, their defence hath not yet been advanced!" stammered Master Helstrop.
"I can sniff a lie before it is uttered," roared the Judge, by no means abashed. "I can read it as quick as ye can think it. Come, come, the Court"s time is precious. Put forward a defence, or seat yourself, and let judgment be pa.s.sed."
"These men, my Lord," said the counsel, who was trembling until the parchment rattled in his hand. "These eleven men, my Lord-"
"Eleven devils, my Lord," interrupted Jeffreys.
"They are innocent peasants, my Lord, who love G.o.d and the King, and have in no wise mingled themselves in this recent business. They have been dragged from their homes, my Lord, not because there was suspicion against them, but because they could not satisfy the greed of certain common soldiers who were balked of plunder in-"
"Oh, shame, shame!" cried Jeffreys, in a voice of thunder. "Oh, threefold shame, Master Helstrop! Are you not content with bolstering up rebels, but you must go out of your way to slander the King"s troops? What is this world coming to? What, in a word, is the defence of these rogues?"
"An alibi, your Lordship."
"Ha! The common plea of every scoundrel. Have they witnesses?"
"We have here a list of forty witnesses, your Lordship. They are waiting below, many of them having come great distances, and with much toil and trouble."
"Who are they? What are they?" cried Jeffreys.
"They are country folk, your Lordship. Cottagers and farmers, the neighbours of these poor men, who knew them well, and can speak as to their doings."
"Cottagers and farmers!" the Judge shouted. "Why, then, they are drawn from the very cla.s.s from which these men come. Would you have us believe the oath of those who are themselves Whigs, Presbyterians, Somersetshire ranters, the pothouse companions of the men whom we are trying? I warrant they have arranged it all snugly over their beer-snugly, snugly, the rogues!"
"Will you not hear the witnesses, your Lordship?" cried our counsel, shamed into some little sense of manhood by this outrage.
"Not a word from them, sirrah," said Jeffreys. "It is a question whether my duty towards my kind master the King-write down "kind master," clerk-doth not warrant me in placing all your witnesses in the dock as the aiders and abettors of treason."
"If it please your Lordship," cried one of the prisoners, "I have for witnesses Mr. Johnson, of Nether Stowey, who is a good Tory, and also Mr. Shepperton, the clergyman."
"The more shame to them to appear in such a cause," replied Jeffreys. "What are we to say, gentlemen of the jury, when we see county gentry and the clergy of the Established Church supporting treason and rebellion in this fashion? Surely the last days are at hand! You are a most malignant and dangerous Whig to have so far drawn them from their duty."
"But hear me, my Lord!" cried one of the prisoners.
"Hear you, you bellowing calf!" shouted the Judge. "We can hear naught else. Do you think that you are back in your conventicle, that you should dare to raise your voice in such a fashion? Hear you, quotha! We shall hear you at the end of a rope, ere many days."
"We scarce think, your Lordship," said one of the Crown lawyers, springing to his feet amid a great rustling of papers, "we scarce think that it is necessary for the Crown to state any case. We have already heard the whole tale of this most d.a.m.nable and execrable attempt many times over. The men in the dock before your Lordship have for the most part confessed to their guilt, and of those who hold out there is not one who has given us any reason to believe that he is innocent of the foul crime laid to his charge. The gentlemen of the long robe are therefore unanimously of opinion that the jury may at once be required to p.r.o.nounce a single verdict upon the whole of the prisoners."
"Which is-?" asked Jeffreys, glancing round at the foreman- "Guilty, your Lordship," said he, with a grin, while his brother jurymen nodded their heads and laughed to one another.
"Of course, of course! guilty as Judas Iscariot!" cried the Judge, looking down with exultant eyes at the throng of peasants and burghers before him. "Move them a little forwards, ushers, that I may see them to more advantage. Oh, ye cunning ones! Are ye not taken? Are ye not compa.s.sed around? Where now can ye fly? Do ye not see h.e.l.l opening at your feet? Eh? Are ye not afraid? Oh, short, short shall be your shrift!" The very devil seemed to be in the man, for as he spoke he writhed with unholy laughter, and drummed his hand upon the red cushion in front of him. I glanced round at my companions, but their faces were all as though they had been chiselled out of marble. If he had hoped to see a moist eye or a quivering lip, the satisfaction was denied him.
"Had I my way," said he, "there is not one of ye but should swing for it. Aye, and if I had my way, some of those whose stomachs are too nice for this work, and who profess to serve the King with their lips while they intercede for his worst enemies, should themselves have cause to remember Taunton a.s.sizes. Oh, most ungrateful rebels! Have ye not heard how your most soft-hearted and compa.s.sionate monarch, the best of men-put it down in the record, clerk-on the intercession of that great and charitable statesman, Lord Sunderland-mark it down, clerk-hath had pity on ye? Hath it not melted ye? Hath it not made ye loathe yourselves? I declare, when I think of it"-here, with a sudden catching of the breath, he burst out a-sobbing, the tears running down his cheeks-"when I think of it, the Christian forbearance, the ineffable mercy, it doth bring forcibly to my mind that great Judge before whom all of us-even I-shall one day have to render an account. Shall I repeat it, clerk, or have you it down?"
"I have it down, your Lordship."
"Then write "sobs" in the margin. "Tis well that the King should know our opinion on such matters. Know, then, you most traitorous and unnatural rebels, that this good father whom ye have spurned has stepped in between yourselves and the laws which ye have offended. At his command we withhold from ye the chastis.e.m.e.nt which ye have merited. If ye can indeed pray, and if your soul-cursing conventicles have not driven all grace out of ye, drop on your knees and offer up thanks when I tell ye that he hath ordained that ye shall all have a free pardon." Here the Judge rose from his seat as though about to descend from the tribunal, and we gazed upon each other in the utmost astonishment at this most unlooked-for end to the trial. The soldiers and lawyers were equally amazed, while a hum of joy and applause rose up from the few country folk who had dared to venture within the accursed precincts.
"This pardon, however," continued Jeffreys, turning round with a malicious smile upon his face, "is coupled with certain conditions and limitations. Ye shall all be removed from here to Poole, in chains, where ye shall find a vessel awaiting ye. With others ye shall be stowed away in the hold of the said vessel, and conveyed at the King"s expense to the Plantations, there to be sold as slaves. G.o.d send ye masters who will know by the free use of wood and leather to soften your stubborn thoughts and incline your mind to better things." He was again about to withdraw, when one of the Crown lawyers whispered something across to him.
"Well thought of, coz," cried the Judge. "I had forgot. Bring back the prisoners, ushers! Perhaps ye think that by the Plantations I mean his Majesty"s American dominions. Unhappily, there are too many of your breed in that part already. Ye would fall among friends who might strengthen ye in your evil courses, and so risk your salvation. To send ye there would be to add one brand to another and yet hope to put out the fire. By the Plantations, therefore, I mean Barbadoes and the Indies, where ye shall live with the other slaves, whose skins may be blacker than yours, but I dare warrant that their souls are more white." With this concluding speech the trial ended, and we were led back through the crowded streets to the prison from which we had been brought. On either side of the street, as we pa.s.sed, we could see the limbs of former companions dangling in the wind, and their heads grinning at us from the tops of poles and pikes. No savage country in the heart of heathen Africa could have presented a more dreadful sight than did the old English town of Taunton when Jeffreys and Kirke had the ordering of it. There was death in the air, and the townsfolk crept silently about, scarcely daring to wear black for those whom they had loved and lost, lest it should be twisted into an act of treason.
We were scarce back in the wool-house once more when a file of guards with a sergeant entered, escorting a long, pale-faced man with protruding teeth, whose bright blue coat and white silk breeches, gold-headed sword, and glancing shoe-buckles, proclaimed him to be one of those London exquisites whom interest or curiosity had brought down to the scene of the rebellion. He tripped along upon his tiptoes like a French dancing-master, waving his scented kerchief in front of his thin high nose, and inhaling aromatic salts from a blue phial which he carried in his left hand.
"By the Lard!" he cried, "but the stench of these filthy wretches is enough to stap one"s breath. It is, by the Lard! Smite my vitals if I would venture among them if I were not a very rake h.e.l.l. Is there a danger of prison fever, sergeant? Heh?"
"They are all sound as roaches, your honour," said the under-officer, touching his cap.
"Heh, heh!" cried the exquisite, with a shrill treble laugh. "It is not often ye have a visit from a person of quality, I"ll warrant. It is business, sergeant, business! "Auri sacra fames"-you remember what Virgilius Maro says, sergeant?"
"Never heard the gentleman speak, sir-at least not to my knowledge, sir," said the sergeant.
"Heh, heh! Never heard him speak, heh? That will do for Slaughter"s, sergeant. That will set them all in a t.i.tter at Slaughter"s. Pink my soul! but when I venture on a story the folk complain that they can"t get served, for the drawers laugh until there is no work to be got out of them. Oh, lay me bleeding, but these are a filthy and most unG.o.dly crew! Let the musqueteers stand close, sergeant, lest they fly at me."
"We shall see to that, your honour."
"I have a grant of a dozen of them, and Captain Pogram hath offered me twelve pounds a head. But they must be brawny rogues-strong and brawny, for the voyage kills many, sergeant, and the climate doth also tell upon them. Now here is one whom I must have. Yes, in very truth he is a young man, and hath much life in him and much strength. Tick him off, sergeant, tick him off!"
"His name is Clarke," said the soldier. "I have marked him down."
"If this is the clerk I would I had a parson to match him," cried the fop, sniffing at his bottle. "Do you see the pleasantry, sergeant. Heh, heh! Does your sluggish mind rise to the occasion? Strike me purple, but I am in excellent fettle! There is yonder man with the brown face, you can mark him down. And the young man beside him, also. Tick him off. Ha, he waves his hand towards me! Stand firm, sergeant! Where are my salts? What is it, man, what is it?"
"If it plaize your han"r," said the young peasant, "if so be as you have chose me to be of a pairty, I trust that you will allow my vaither yander to go with us also."
"Pshaw, pshaw!" cried the fop, "you are beyond reason, you are indeed! Who ever heard of such a thing? Honour forbids it! How could I foist an old man upon mine honest friend, Captain Pogram. Fie, fie! Split me asunder if he would not say that I had choused him! There is yonder l.u.s.ty fellow with the red head, sergeant! The blacks will think he is a-fire. Those, and these six stout yokels, will make up my dozen."
"You have indeed the pick of them," said the sergeant.
"Aye, sink me, but I have a quick eye for horse, man, or woman! I"ll pick the best of a batch with most. Twelve twelves, close on a hundred and fifty pieces, sergeant, and all for a few words, my friend, all for a few words. I did but send my wife, a demmed handsome woman, mark you, and dresses in the mode, to my good friend the secretary to ask for some rebels. "How many?" says he. "A dozen will do," says she. It was all done in a penstroke. What a cursed fool she was not to have asked for a hundred! But what is this, sergeant, what is this?"
A small, brisk, pippin-faced fellow in a riding-coat and high boots had come clanking into the wool-house with much a.s.surance and authority, with a great old-fashioned sword trailing behind him, and a riding-whip switching in his hand.
"Morning, sergeant!" said he, in a loud, overbearing voice. "You may have heard my name? I am Master John Wooton, of Langmere House, near Dulverton, who bestirred himself so for the King, and hath been termed by Mr. G.o.dolphin, in the House of Commons, one of the local pillars of the State. Those were his words. Fine, were they not? Pillars, mark ye, the conceit being that the State was, as it were, a palace or a temple, and the loyal men so many pillars, amongst whom I also was one. I am a local pillar. I have received a Royal permit, sergeant, to choose from amongst your prisoners ten st.u.r.dy rogues whom I may sell as a reward to me for my exertions. Draw them up, therefore, that I may make my choice!"
"Then, sir, we are upon the same errand," quoth the Londoner, bowing with his hand over his heart, until his sword seemed to point straight up to the ceiling. "The Honourable George Dawnish, at your service! Your very humble and devoted servant, sir! Yours to command in any or all ways. It is a real joy and privilege to me, sir, to make your distinguished acquaintance. Hem!"
The country squire appeared to be somewhat taken aback at this shower of London compliments. "Ahem, sir! Yes, sir!" said he, bobbing his head. "Glad to see you, sir! Most d.a.m.nably so! But these men, sergeant? Time presses, for to-morrow is Shepton market, and I would fain see my old twenty-score boar once more before he is sold. There is a beefy one. I"ll have him."
"Ged, I"ve forestalled you," cried the courtier. "Sink me, but it gives me real pain. He is mine."
"Then this," said the other, pointing with his whip.
"He is mine, too. Heh, heh, heh! Strike me stiff, but this is too funny!"
"Od"s wounds! How many are yours!" cried the Dulverton squire.
"A dozen. Heh, heh! A round dozen. All those who stand upon this side. Pink me, but I have got the best of you there! The early bird-you know the old saw!"
"It is a disgrace," the squire cried hotly. "A shame and a disgrace. We must needs fight for the King and risk our skins, and then when all is done, down come a drove of lacqueys in waiting, and snap up the pickings before their betters are served."
"Lacqueys in waiting, sir!" shrieked the exquisite. "S"death, sir! This toucheth mine honour very nearly! I have seen blood flow, yes, sir, and wounds gape on less provocation. Retract, sir, retract!"
"Away, you clothes-pole!" cried the other contemptuously. "You are come like the other birds of carrion when the fight is o"er. Have you been named in full Parliament? Are you a local pillar? Away, away, you tailor"s dummy!"
"You insolent clodhopper!" cried the fop. "You most foul-mouthed b.u.mpkin! The only local pillar that you have ever deserved to make acquaintance with is the whipping-post. Ha, sergeant, he lays his hand upon his sword! Stop him, sergeant, stop him, or I may do him an injury."