"Three times she called, an" three times the Tide-wave did her down. But she catched the quiet between, an" she cries out, "What is the Trouble on the Marsh that"s been lying down with my heart an" arising with my body this month gone?" She felt a liddle hand lay hold on her gown-hem, an" she stooped to the pull o" that liddle hand."
Tom Shoesmith spread his huge fist before the fire and smiled at it.
""Will the sea drown the Marsh?" she says. She was a Marsh-woman first an"
foremost.
""No," says the liddle voice. "Sleep sound for all o" that."
""Is the Plague comin" to the Marsh?" she says. Them was all the ills she knowed.
""No. Sleep sound for all o" that," says Robin.
"She turned about, half mindful to go in, but the liddle voices grieved that shrill an" sorrowful she turns back, an" she cries: "If it is not a Trouble of Flesh an" Blood, what can I do?"
"The Pharisees cried out upon her from all round to fetch them a boat to sail to France, an" come back no more.
""There"s a boat on the Wall," she says, "but I can"t push it down to the sea, nor sail it when "tis there."
""Lend us your sons," says all the Pharisees. "Give "em Leave an"
Good-will to sail it for us, Mother-O Mother!"
""One"s dumb, an" t"other"s blind," she says. "But all the dearer me for that; and you"ll lose them in the big sea." The voices justabout pierced through her. An" there was children"s voices too. She stood out all she could, but she couldn"t rightly stand against _that_. So she says: "If you can draw my sons for your job, I"ll not hinder "em. You can"t ask no more of a Mother."
"She saw them liddle green lights dance an" cross till she was dizzy; she heard them liddle feet patterin" by the thousand; she heard cruel Canterbury Bells ringing to Bulverhithe, an" she heard the great Tide-wave ranging along the Wall. That was while the Pharisees was workin" a Dream to wake her two sons asleep: an" while she bit on her fingers she saw them two she"d bore come out an" pa.s.s her with never a word. She followed "em, cryin" pitiful, to the old boat on the Wall, an" that they took an" runned down to the Sea.
"When they"d stepped mast an" sail the blind son speaks up: "Mother, we"re waitin" your Leave an" Good-will to take Them over.""
Tom Shoesmith threw back his head and half shut his eyes.
"Eh, me!" he said. "She was a fine, valiant woman, the Widow Whitgift. She stood twistin" the ends of her long hair over her fingers, an" she shook like a poplar, makin" up her mind. The Pharisees all about they hushed their children from cryin" an" they waited dumb-still. She was all their dependence. "Thout her Leave an" Goodwill they could not pa.s.s; for she was the Mother. So she shook like a asp-tree makin" up her mind. "Last she drives the word past her teeth, an" "Go!" she says. "Go with my Leave an"
Goodwill."
"Then I saw-then, they say, she had to brace back same as if she was wadin" in tide-water; for the Pharisees justabout flowed past her-down the beach to the boat, _I_ dunnamany of "em-with their wives an" children an"
valooables, all escapin" out of cruel Old England. Silver you could hear clinkin", an" liddle bundles hove down dunt on the bottom-boards, an"
pa.s.sels o" liddle swords an" shield"s raklin", an" liddle fingers an" toes scratchin" on the boatside to board her when the two sons pushed her off.
That boat she sunk lower an" lower, but all the Widow could see in it was her boys movin" hampered-like to get at the tackle. Up sail they did, an"
away they went, deep as a Rye barge, away into the off-sh.o.r.e mistes, an"
the Widow Whitgift she sat down and eased her grief till mornin" light."
"I never heard she was _all_ alone," said Hobden.
"I remember now. The one called Robin he stayed with her, they tell. She was all too grievious to listen to his promises."
"Ah! She should ha" made her bargain beforehand. I allus told my woman so!" Hobden cried.
"No. She loaned her sons for a pure love-loan, bein" as she sensed the Trouble on the Marshes, an" was simple good-willing to ease it." Tom laughed softly. "She done that. Yes, she done that! From Hithe to Bulverthithe, fretty man an" petty maid, ailin" woman an" wailin" child, they took the advantage of the change in the thin airs just about _as_ soon as the Pharisees flitted. Folks come out fresh an" shining all over the Marsh like snails after wet. An" that while the Widow Whitgift sat grievin" on the Wall. She might have beleft us-she might have trusted her sons would be sent back! She fussed, no bounds, when their boat come in after three days."
"And, of course, the sons were both quite cured?" said Una.
"No-o. That would have been out o" Nature. She got "em back _as_ she sent "em. The blind man he hadn"t seen naught of anything, an" the dumb man nature-ally, he couldn"t say aught of what he"d seen. I reckon that was why the Pharisees pitched on "em for the ferrying job."
"But what did you-what did Robin promise the Widow?" said Dan.
"What _did_ he promise, now?" Tom pretended to think. "Wasn"t your woman a Whitgift, Ralph? Didn"t she say?"
"She told me a pa.s.sel o" no-sense stuff when he was born." Hobden pointed at his son. "There was always to be one of "em that could see further into a millstone than most."
"Me! That"s me!" said the Bee Boy so suddenly that they all laughed.
"I"ve got it now!" cried Tom, slapping his knee. "So long as Whitgift blood lasted, Robin promised there would allers be one o" her stock that-that no Trouble "ud lie on, no Maid "ud sigh on, no Night could frighten, no Fright could harm, no Harm could make sin, an" no Woman could make a fool."
"Well, ain"t that just me?" said the Bee Boy, where he sat in the silver square of the great September moon that was staring into the oast-house door.
"They was the exact words she told me when we first found he wasn"t like others. But it beats me how you known "em," said Hobden.
"Aha! There"s more under my hat besides hair!" Tom laughed and stretched himself. "When I"ve seen these two young folk home, we"ll make a night of old days, Ralph, with pa.s.sin" old tales-eh? An" where might you live?" he said, gravely, to Dan. "An" do you think your Pa "ud give me a drink for takin" you there, Missy?"
They giggled so at this that they had to run out. Tom picked them both up, set one on each broad shoulder, and tramped across the ferny pasture where the cows puffed milky puffs at them in the moonlight.
"Oh, Puck! Puck! I guessed you right from when you talked about the salt.
How could you ever do it?" Una cried, swinging along delighted.
"Do what?" he said, and climbed the stile by the pollard oak.
"Pretend to be Tom Shoesmith," said Dan, and they ducked to avoid the two little ashes that grow by the bridge over the brook. Tom was almost running.
"Yes. That"s my name, Mus" Dan," he said, hurrying over the silent shining lawn, where a rabbit sat by the big white-thorn near the croquet ground.
"Here you be." He strode into the old kitchen yard, and slid them down as Ellen came to ask questions.
"I"m helping in Mus" Spray"s oast-house," he said to her. "No, I"m no foreigner. I knowed this country "fore your Mother was born; an"-yes it"s dry work oasting, Miss. Thank you."
Ellen went to get a jug, and the children went in-magicked once more by Oak, Ash, and Thorn!
A THREE-PART SONG
_I"m just in love with all these three,_ _The Weald and the Marsh and the Down countrie;_ _Nor I don"t know which I love the most,_ _The Weald or the Marsh or the white chalk coast!_
_I"ve buried my heart in a ferny hill,_ _Twix" a liddle low Shaw an" a great high Gill._ _Oh hop-vine yaller and woodsmoke blue,_ _I reckon you"ll keep her middling true!_
_I"ve loosed my mind for to out and run,_ _On a Marsh that was old when Kings begun;_ _Oh Romney Level and Brenzett reeds,_ _I reckon you know what my mind needs!_
_I"ve given my soul to the Southdown gra.s.s,_ _And sheep-bells tinkled where you pa.s.s._ _Oh Firle an" Ditchling an" sails at sea,_ _I reckon you"ll keep my soul or me!_