When the eyes of the countryman had taken in the scene, the thought immediately suggested itself that this must be some sort of a meeting-house or chapel that was travelling along.
He stood for a few minutes regarding the people before him; then turning a solemn face to the brakeman asked, in a properly subdued voice, as became the situation:
"Is there preachin" here the day?"
Not comprehending the meaning of this question, but thinking the countryman meditated a religious attack on those who were present, the brakeman replied:
"Not to-day; these are good Catholics."
"Ye dinna tell me!" and his eyes and mouth expanded in surprise. "An" are they repeatin" their prayers?" he innocently asked.
"Oh, yes, everyone of them," was the reply.
"Then let me oot o" this!" he cried, reaching for the door. "It"s to Halifax I want to go, so open the door an" let me oot o" this."
"There! sit down and be quiet, or you"ll get put out fast enough," replied the brakeman, giving the man a shove into the seat. "You sit still where you are, mind, or you"ll get into trouble," he added, as he turned to attend to his duties outside.
Here was his chance. Our friend from the country felt that he was in trouble already. He had no intention of joining the worshippers, for he was a member of the good old Scotch Kirk; so he opened the car-door, and stepped out to the platform outside.
The swift, sidelong jerks almost took him off his feet. Grasping the hand-rail, and looking around for some means of escape, he cautiously stepped across into the better furnished first-cla.s.s car behind.
"Bless me, but I"m in luck!" was his inward comment, as he beheld the comfortable seats. Taking the first empty one, he sank down on the cushions with evident delight shining from his eyes at his blissful surroundings.
But the argus-eyed conductor soon spied him, and not recognizing him as a ticket-holder, swooped down upon him at once.
"Your ticket, sir."
"The same to yersel", ma frien"!" was the courteous reply, thinking this some new form of salutation.
"Here! no nonsense! where"s your ticket? let"s see where you"re going."
"Weel, sir, I"m hopin" to get to Halifax some time "fore long. We seem to be gaun as the craws flee, so nae doot we"ll soon get there. Does this--er--buildin"--stop there for victuals or--or onythin"?"
The conductor, thinking him out of his mind, said more mildly:
"Who came with you? Who is looking after you aboard the cars?"
"Oh! a nice young chiel yonder; but he left me alane there, so I stepped oot withoot his kennin" an" popped in here."
"Ah, yes; just so. I"ve no doubt there is a spare room in one of the public inst.i.tutions awaiting you. What sort of a looking man has you in charge?"
"Oh! he"s a clever young chiel, wi" a door-plate on his bonnet; the s.e.xton, I tak" it."
Not making much out of this information, the conductor left him to make inquiries ahead, tapping his forehead significantly to some pa.s.sengers near, who had overheard the conversation, and who, as soon as the conductor was out of sight, began to question the "harmless lunatic."
His answers to their inquiries were not more clear than those the conductor had elicited, and Mr. Sherwood, who sat a few seats behind, becoming indignant at the rude jokes that were being made at the expense of the unfortunate man, stepped forward to interfere.
Surely he had seen the man before. He gazed at the man"s distressed face, but could not place him.
"What"s the trouble, my friend?" he asked, sitting down in the seat behind and leaning over to speak to him.
"I"m shure I dinna ken, sir, at a", at a". There"s a mistak" afloat somewhere. I never was in sic a fix afore. This is a queer kintry, I tak"
it."
"Where are you from?"
That question set him on the right track at once. He could tell his story if once he started at the beginning, though he found it impossible to make these strangers comprehend his present dilemma; so beginning from the time he left his own dooryard with the last cartload of potatoes, he gave them a detailed account of his wanderings up to the time when he met the fine young gentlemen in Halifax. But he had no idea how he got to Truro; that was all a blank to him. When Mr. Sherwood explained that the train on which he was riding was a public conveyance which went back and forth daily to carry pa.s.sengers and freight, he could scarcely believe it. His own explanation seemed the more plausible, for did it not agree with what the young s.e.xton told him? He had been befooled once too often to listen to the many explanations of those around him.
But the conductor now appeared, having found out all there was to tell about the man, and feeling annoyed at his mistake, now demanded of the countryman either his ticket or his fare, and threatened to put him off the train at the next station if he did not produce either the one or the other.
"But, ma guid man, I haena a copper aboot me, or it"s wullin" enough I"d be to gie ye a shullin" or so for this fine drive."
"Well, off you get then the next time we stop."
"But shurely ye wadna be pittin" a puir man oot o" yer waggon, or chapel, or whatever ye ca" it, whan there"s sae mony empty pews? I"m no croodin"
onyane, an" I"m wullin" enough to sit onywhere."
"We don"t take people on the cars for nothing," said the conductor, decidedly. "If you can"t pay, you can"t ride."
"Weel, it"s the rich anes that"s aye the stingiest, shure enough," replied the man, more to himself than to the bra.s.s-b.u.t.toned figure before him. "But ye widna fin" the like o" yersel" owre in ma kintry, let me tell ye! The puirest farmer widna refuse to gie a stranger a lift if he was gaun the same way as himsel", even if it was only a kairt that he had, an" it loaded to the brim."
"Can"t help it," replied he of the b.u.t.tons, with a grin. "Off you get at the next station, or we"ll put you off without ceremony."
"But I"ll no gang aff, if I may be sae bold as to tell ye!" said the now angry farmer. "Ye took me to Truro against ma wull, for why did I want to gang to a place that I never heard o" afore; so, then, ye"ll tak" me back to Halifax again, wullin" or no, an" whan I get my money back I"ll sen" ye the price o" the drive. If ye think I"m croodin" the gentlemen, I"ll gang oot an" sit on the steps o" yer backdoor, but, guidness only kens! there seems room enough in these empty pews for a dizzen o" ma size."
"Here, conductor, I"ll pay the man"s fare," said Mr. Sherwood, who had listened to the conversation with ill-concealed amus.e.m.e.nt.
This being satisfactory to the conductor, the man was allowed to keep his seat in peace, and, engaging him in conversation, Mr. Sherwood discovered that he had been the guest of the man"s brother during one of his trips to Prince Edward Island. His home was on the north side of the island, and the farm of Roderick McDonald was well known as one of the best-paying places on the "Garden of the St. Lawrence."
On finding that the man beside him was the Yankee horse-buyer, Mr. McDonald rose and shook his hand with a warmth that showed his pleasure at the meeting.
This unexpected kindness from one whom he had learned to consider as a man of unlimited means and unusual smartness, quite set him up in his own estimation.
He began to feel quite elated at his present position, and felt himself a hero as he related to the attentive strangers the many strange things he had seen since he left home, quite ignoring the fact that some of his listeners might have been "abroad" as well as himself.
But it was impossible to put a damper on this loquacious countryman, even though he loudly set forth his own ignorance.
"Oh! but I"m a great traveller!" said he. "There"s nae kennin" hoo mony miles I"ve travelled since I left ma hame on the north side o" the Islan"!
Let"s see; it"s thirty miles frae there to the toon, an" it tak"s a hale day to cover the distance wi" a loaded kairt o" tawties, let me tell ye!
Then, whan we were snug aboard the vessel, guidness only kens hoo mony miles we went afore we cam" fornenst the city o" Halifax, for we were three days on the michty ocean, at the mercy o" ony storm that micht come alang unawares. Yes, indeed, an" we travelled alang through the dark nicht as weel, they tell me, though that I"m no prepared to say, seem" that I was fast asleep in the hold," and he looked around to see if any of his hearers doubted his word. "Then, whan we got to the wharf in Halifax, an" I selt ma tawties an" oats, I cam" ash.o.r.e an" tramped the streets o" Halifax, up hill an" doon dale, till ma new buits are a" worn oot behin", as ye can see for yersel"s," and he lifted up his feet, one after the other, that the truth of his words might be verified; then continuing: "It was whan the thiefin"
sc.o.o.n"rels met me an" made ma acquaintance that I gaed wrang; but I never suspected they"d start me on ma travels again, an" withoot ma kennin", tae--ay, an" sen" me aff withoot as muckle as a copper in ma pocket, at a", at a"! no even as muckle as wad buy me a bit o" breakfast, which the guid folk at Truro gied me for naethin", an", if it hadna been for them, I don"t think I wad ever hae been able to fin" ma way back to ma hame on the farm.
But here I am, richt amang the gentlemen an" ladies, travellin" alang like the Queen hersel" micht be prood to dae. Ay, but it"s a long story I"ll hae to tell them at hame whan ainst I get back to ma ain kintry again, an" it"s themsel"s that"ll be dum"foon"ert to hear me tell aboot the mony kinds o"
folk ain meets whan they gang abroad!"
"Have you met any naked savages since you left your distant country?" asked one of the sports, with a wink at his comrade.
"Naked savages, is"t, you mean? Ay, that I hae, or nearly naked anes," was the quick reply. "On the streets o" Halifax, sir, near the wharves, sir, that"s whaur ye"ll come across them, but, dae ye ken noo, I aye thocht that savages were black, made sae I mean whan they were born into this worl". But, dae ye min", it"s masel" thinks that some o" them could be made white, if only ane had soap an" water enough to dae"t. No that I didna see ony black savages roamin" roon" as weel; but maist o" them had some claithes on, like decent Christian folk. Some hadna come to that knowledge yet; but the nakedness o" black skinned savages isna sae noticin" as that o" white savages, I tak" it."