THE THOUSANDTH MAN
One man in a thousand, Solomon says, Will stick more close than a brother.
And it"s worth while seeking him half your days If you find him before the other.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine depend On what the world sees in you, But the Thousandth Man will stand your friend With the whole round world agin you.
"Tis neither promise nor prayer nor show Will settle the finding for "ee.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of "em go By your looks or your acts or your glory.
But if he finds you and you find him, The rest of the world don"t matter; For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim With you in any water.
You can use his purse with no more shame Than he uses yours for his spendings; And laugh and mention it just the same As though there had been no lendings.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine of "em call For silver and gold in their dealings; But the Thousandth Man he"s worth "em all, Because you can show him your feelings!
His wrong"s your wrong, and his right"s your right, In season or out of season.
Stand up and back it in all men"s sight-- With _that_ for your only reason!
Nine hundred and ninety-nine can"t bide The shame or mocking or laughter, But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side To the gallows-foot--and after!
Simple Simon
Cattiwow came down the steep lane with his five-horse timber-tug. He stopped by the woodlump at the back gate to take off the brakes. His real name was Brabon, but the first time the children met him, years and years ago, he told them he was "carting wood," and it sounded so exactly like "cattiwow" that they never called him anything else.
"Hi!" Una shouted from the top of the woodlump, where they had been watching the lane. "What are you doing? Why weren"t we told?"
"They"ve just sent for me," Cattiwow answered. "There"s a middlin" big log sticked in the dirt at Rabbit Shaw, and"--he flicked his whip back along the line--"so they"ve sent for us all."
Dan and Una threw themselves off the woodlump almost under black Sailor"s nose. Cattiwow never let them ride the big beam that makes the body of the timber-tug, but they hung on behind while their teeth thuttered.
The wood road beyond the brook climbs at once into the woods, and you see all the horses" backs rising, one above another, like moving stairs. Cattiwow strode ahead in his sackcloth woodman"s petticoat, belted at the waist with a leather strap; and when he turned and grinned, his red lips showed under his sackcloth-coloured beard. His cap was sackcloth too, with a flap behind, to keep twigs and bark out of his neck. He navigated the tug among pools of heather-water that splashed in their faces, and through clumps of young birches that slashed at their legs, and when they hit an old toadstooled stump, they never knew whether it would give way in showers of rotten wood, or jar them back again.
At the top of Rabbit Shaw half-a-dozen men and a team of horses stood round a forty-foot oak log in a muddy hollow. The ground about was poached and stoached with sliding hoof-marks, and a wave of dirt was driven up in front of the b.u.t.t.
"What did you want to bury her for this way?" said Cattiwow. He took his broad-axe and went up the log tapping it.
"She"s sticked fast," said "Bunny" Lewknor, who managed the other team.
Cattiwow unfastened the five wise horses from the tug. They c.o.c.ked their ears forward, looked, and shook themselves.
"I believe Sailor knows," Dan whispered to Una.
"He do," said a man behind them. He was dressed in flour sacks like the others, and he leaned on his broad-axe, but the children, who knew all the wood gangs, knew he was a stranger. In his size and oily hairiness he might have been Bunny Lewknor"s brother, except that his brown eyes were as soft as a spaniel"s, and his rounded black beard, beginning close up under them, reminded Una of the walrus in _The Walrus and the Carpenter_.
"Don"t he just about know?" he said shyly, and shifted from one foot to the other.
"Yes. "What Cattiwow can"t get out of the woods must have roots growing to her""--Dan had heard old Hobden say this a few days before.
At that minute Puck pranced up, picking his way through the pools of black water in the ling.
"Look _out_!" cried Una, jumping forward. "He"ll see you, Puck!"
"Me and Mus" Robin are pretty middlin" well acquainted," the man answered with a smile that made them forget all about walruses.
"This is Simon Cheyneys," Puck began, and cleared his throat.
"Shipbuilder of Rye Port; burgess of the said town, and the only----"
"Oh, look! Look ye! That"s a knowing one," said the man. Cattiwow had fastened his team to the thin end of the log, and was moving them about with his whip till they stood at right angles to it, heading downhill.
Then he grunted. The horses took the strain, beginning with Sailor next the log, like a tug-of-war team, and dropped almost to their knees. The log shifted a nail"s breadth in the clinging dirt, with the noise of a giant"s kiss.
"You"re getting her!" Simon Cheyneys slapped his knee. "Hing on! Hing on, lads, or she"ll master ye! Ah!"
Sailor"s left hind hoof had slipped on a heather-tuft. One of the men whipped off his sack ap.r.o.n and spread it down. They saw Sailor feel for it, and recover. Still the log hung, and the team grunted in despair.
"Hai!" shouted Cattiwow, and brought his dreadful whip twice across Sailor"s loins with the crack of a shot-gun. The horse almost screamed as he pulled that extra last ounce which he did not know was in him. The thin end of the log left the dirt and rasped on dry gravel. The b.u.t.t ground round like a buffalo in his wallow. Quick as an axe-cut, Lewknor snapped on his five horses, and sliding, trampling, jingling, and snorting, they had the whole thing out on the heather.
"Dat"s the very first time I"ve knowed you lay into Sailor--to hurt him," said Lewknor.
"It is," said Cattiwow, and pa.s.sed his hand over the two wheals. "But I"d ha" laid my own brother open at that pinch. Now we"ll twitch her down the hill a piece--she lies just about right--and get her home by the low road. My team"ll do it, Bunny; you bring the tug along. Mind out!"
He spoke to the horses, who tightened the chains. The great log half rolled over, and slowly drew itself out of sight downhill, followed by the wood gang and the timber-tug. In half a minute there was nothing to see but the deserted hollow of the torn-up dirt, the birch undergrowth still shaking, and the water draining back into the hoof-prints.
"Ye heard him?" Simon Cheyneys asked. "He cherished his horse, but he"d ha" laid him open in that pinch."
"Not for his own advantage," said Puck quickly. ""Twas only to shift the log."
"I reckon every man born of woman has his log to shift in the world--if so be you"re hintin" at any o" Frankie"s doings. _He_ never hit beyond reason or without reason," said Simon.
"_I_ never said a word against Frankie," Puck retorted, with a wink at the children. "An" if I did, do it lie in your mouth to contest my say-so, seeing how you----"
"Why don"t it lie in my mouth, seeing I was the first which knowed Frankie for all he was?" The burly sack-clad man puffed down at cool little Puck.
"Yes, and the first which set out to poison him--Frankie--on the high seas----"
Simon"s angry face changed to a sheepish grin. He waggled his immense hands, but Puck stood off and laughed mercilessly.
"But let me tell you, Mus" Robin," he pleaded.
"I"ve heard the tale. Tell the children here. Look, Dan! Look, Una!"--Puck"s straight brown finger levelled like an arrow. "There"s the only man that ever tried to poison Sir Francis Drake!"
"Oh, Mus" Robin! Tidn"t fair. You"ve the "vantage of us all in your upbringin"s by hundreds o" years. "Stands to nature you know all the tales against every one."
He turned his soft eyes so helplessly on Una that she cried, "Stop ragging him, Puck! You know he didn"t really."