As soon as I gained the play-ground, which was, in fact, nothing more than a small piece of waste land, to which we had no more claim than any other people, I sat down by a post, and commenced my dinner off what Mr O"Gallagher had thought proper to leave me. I was afraid of him, it is true, for his severity to the other boys convinced me that he would have little mercy upon me, if I dared to thwart him; but indignation soon began to obtain the mastery over my fears and I began to consider if I could not be even with him for his barefaced robbery of my dinner; and then I reflected whether it would not be better to allow him to take my food if I found out that by so doing he treated me well; and I resolved, at all events, to delay a little. The hour of play was now over, and a bell summoned us all to school; I went in with the others and took my seat where Mr O"Gallagher had before desired me.
As soon as all was silent, my pedagogue beckoned me to him.
"Now, Mr Keene," said he, "you"ll be so good as to lend me your ears-- that is, to listen while I talk to you a little bit. D"ye know how many roads there are to larning? Hold your tongue. I ask you because I know you don"t know, and because I"m going to tell you. There are exactly three roads: the first is the eye, my jewel; and if a lad has a sharp eye like yours, it"s a great deal that will get into his head by that road; you"ll know a thing when you see it again, although you mayn"t know your own father--that"s a secret only known to your mother. The second road to larning, young spalpeen, is the ear; and if you mind all people say, and hear all you can, you"ll gain a great many truths and just ten times as much more in the shape of lies. You see the wheat and the chaff will come together, and you must pick the latter out of the former at any seasonable future opportunity. Now we come to the third road to larning, which is quite a different sort of road; because, you see, the two first give us little trouble, and we trot along almost whether we will or not: the third and grand road is the head itself, which requires the eye and the ear to help it; and two other a.s.sistants, which we call memory and application; so you see we have the visual, then the aural, and then the mental roads--three hard words which you don"t understand, and which I shan"t take the trouble to explain to such an animal as you are; for I never throw away pearls to swine, as the saying is. Now, then, Mr Keene, we must come to another part of our history. As there are three roads to larning, so there are three manes or implements by which boys are stimulated to larn: the first is the ruler, which you saw me shy at the thick skull of Johnny Target, and you see"d what a rap it gave him; well, then, the second is the ferrule--a thing you never heard of, perhaps; but I"ll show it you; here it is,"
continued Mr O"Gallagher, producing a sort of flat wooden ladle with a hole in the centre of it. "The ruler is for the head, as you have seen; the ferrule is for the hand. You have seen me use the ruler; now I"ll show you what I do with the ferrule."
"You Tommy Goskin, come here, sir."
Tommy Goskin put down his book, and came up to his master with a good deal of doubt in his countenance.
"Tommy Goskin, you didn"t say your lesson well to-day."
"Yes I did, Mr O"Gallagher," replied Tommy, "you said I did yourself."
"Well then, sir, you didn"t say it well yesterday," continued Mr O"Gallagher.
"Yes I did, sir," replied the boy, whimpering.
"And is it you who dares to contradict me?" cried Mr O"Gallagher; "at all events, you won"t say it well to-morrow, so hold out your right hand."
Poor Tommy held it out, and roared l.u.s.tily at the first blow, wringing his fingers with the smart.
"Now your left hand, sir; fair play is a jewel; always carry the dish even."
Tommy received a blow on his left hand, which was followed up with similar demonstrations of suffering.
"There sir you may go now," said Mr O"Gallagher, "and mind you don"t do it again; or else there"ll be a blow-up. And now Master Keene, we come to the third and last, which is the birch for the tail--here it is--have you ever had a taste?"
"No, sir," replied I.
"Well, then, you have that pleasure to come, and come it will, I don"t doubt, if you and I are a few days longer acquainted. Let me see--"
Here Mr O"Gallagher looked round the school, as if to find a culprit; but the boys, aware of what was going on, kept their eyes so attentively to their books, that he could not discover one; at last he singled out a fat chubby lad.
"Walter Puddock, come here, sir."
Walter Puddock came accordingly; evidently he gave himself up for lost.
"Walter Puddock, I just have been telling Master Keene that you"re the best Latin scholar in the whole school. Now, sir, don"t make me out to be a liar--do me credit,--or, by the blood of the O"Gallaghers, I"ll flog ye till you"re as thin as a herring. What"s the Latin for a c.o.c.ked hat, as the Roman gentlemen wore with their _togeys_?"
Walter Puddock hesitated a few seconds, and then, without venturing a word of remonstrance, let down his trousers.
"See now the guilty tief, he knows what"s coming. Shame upon you, Walter Puddock, to disgrace your preceptor so, and make him tell a lie to young Master Keene. Where"s Phil Mooney? Come along, sir, and hoist Walter Puddock: it"s no larning that I can drive into you, Phil, but it"s sartain sure that by your manes I drive a little into the other boys."
Walter Puddock, as soon as he was on the back of Phil Mooney, received a dozen cuts with the rod, well laid on. He bore it without flinching, although the tears rolled down his cheeks.
"There, Walter Puddock, I told you it would end in a blow-up; go to your dictionary, you dirty blackguard, and do more credit to your education and superior instruction from a certain person who shall be nameless."
Mr O"Gallagher laid the rod on one side, and then continued--
"Now, Master Keene, I"ve just shown you the three roads to larning, and also the three implements to persuade little boys to larn; if you don"t travel very fast by the three first, why you will be followed up very smartly by the three last--a nod"s as good as a wink to a blind horse, any day; and one thing more, you little spalpeen, mind that there"s more mustard to the sandwiches to-morrow, or else it will end in a blow-up.
Now you"ve got the whole theory of the art of tuition, Master Keene; please the pigs, we"ll commence with the practice to-morrow."
My worthy pedagogue did not address me any more during that day; the school broke up at five, and I made haste home, thinking over all that had pa.s.sed in the school-room.
My granny and mother were both anxious to know what had pa.s.sed; the first hoped that I had been flogged, the second that I had not, but I refused to communicate. I a.s.sumed a haughty, indifferent air, for I was angry with my mother, and as for my grandmother, I hated her. Aunt Milly, however, when we were alone, did not question me in vain. I told her all that had pa.s.sed; she bade me be of good heart, and that I should not be ill-treated if she could help it.
I replied, that if I were ill-treated, I would have my revenge somehow or another. I then went down to the barracks, to the rooms of Captain Bridgeman, and told him what had occurred. He advised me to laugh at the ruler, the ferrule, and the rod. He pointed out to me the necessity of my going to school and learning to read and write, at the same time was very indignant at the conduct of Mr O"Gallagher, and told me to resist in every way any injustice or tyranny, and that I should be sure of his support and a.s.sistance, provided that I did pay attention to my studies.
Fortified by the advice and protection of my two great friends, I made up my mind that I would learn as fast as I could, but if treated ill, that I would die a martyr, rather than yield to oppression; at all events, I would, if possible, play Mr O"Gallagher a trick for every flogging or punishment I received; and with this laudable resolution I was soon fast asleep, too fast even to dream.
CHAPTER SIX.
When my aunt Milly called me in the morning, that I might be up and have my breakfast in time for school, I felt as if two years had pa.s.sed over my head during the last twenty-four hours. I had never witnessed tyranny until the day before, and my blood was heated with indignation: I felt myself capable of anything and everything.
My anger was about as great towards my mother and grandmother for having sent me to such a place, as it was against Mr O"Gallagher. Instead of going up and kissing my mother, I paid no attention to either her or my grandmother, much to the mortification of the former and surprise of the latter, who said, in a very cross manner, "Where"s your manners, child?
why don"t you say good morning?"
"Because I have not been long enough at school to learn manners, granny."
"Come and kiss me before you go, my child," said my mother.
"No, mother; you have sent me to school to be beat, and I never will kiss you again."
"Naughty, good-for-nothing boy!" exclaimed my granny; "what a bad heart you must have."
"No, that he has not," cried my aunt Milly. "Sister should have inquired what sort of a school it was before she sent him."
"I made every inquiry," replied my granny; "he can"t play tricks there."
"Won"t I?" cried I, "but I will; and not only there but here. I"ll be even with you all; yes, I"ll be even with you, granny, if I die for it."
"Why, you audacious wretch, I"ve great a mind to--"
"I dare say you have, but recollect I can bite; you"d better be quiet, granny, or, as the master says, "it will end in a blow-up.""
"Only hear the little wretch," said my granny, lifting up her hands; "I shall see you hanged yet, you ungrateful child."
"I"m not ungrateful," replied I, throwing my arms round Milly"s neck, and kissing her with fervour; "I can love those who love me."
"Then you don"t love me?" said my mother, reproachfully.
"I did yesterday, but I don"t now; but it"s time for me to go, aunt; is my basket ready? I don"t want father to take me to school, I can do without him, and when I don"t choose to go any more, I won"t; recollect that, mother." So saying, I seized my basket and quitted the room.
There was a long consultation, I found, after my departure: my mother, when my aunt had informed her of Mr O"Gallagher"s conduct, wished to remove me instantly; my grandmother insisted upon it that there was not a word of truth in what I had said, and threatened that if I did not remain at that very school, she would leave Chatham, and take my aunt with her. As my mother could not part with aunt Milly, the consequence was, that my grandmother gained the day.
I arrived in good time, and took my seat near my master. I preferred doing this, as I had had a long conversation with Captain Bridgeman who told me that although Mr O"Gallagher had put the ruler down as punishment Number 1, the ferrule Number 2, and the birch as Number 3, and of course they were considered to be worse as the number rose, that he considered it to be the very contrary, as he had had them all well applied when he was at school; he ordered me, therefore, never to hold out my hand to the ferrule, by which refusal I should, of course, be flogged; but he a.s.sured me that the birch, especially when it is given often, was a mere nothing. Now I considered that the surest way to avoid the ruler was to sit close to my master, who could then have no pretence for sending it at my head; the fact was I had determined to save the more n.o.ble portions of my body, and leave Mr O"Gallagher to do what he pleased with the other: to do him justice, he lost no time.