In the evening, when the sun settled red upon the horizon, I would think of Patty and my friends in Gloucester Street. For I knew they missed me sadly of a Sunday at the supper-table. But it has ever been my nature to turn forward instead of back, and to accept the twists and flings of fortune with hope rather than with discouragement. And so, as we left league after, league of the blue ocean behind us, I would set my face to the forecastle. For Dorothy was in England.
On a dazzling morning in March, with the brigantine running like a beagle in full cry before a heaping sea that swayed her body,--so I beheld for the first time the misty green of the high sh.o.r.es of Ireland.
Ah! of what heroes" deeds was I capable as I watched the lines come out in bold relief from a wonderland of cloud! With what eternal life I seemed to tingle! "Twas as though I, Richard Carvel, had discovered all this colour; and when a tiny white speck of a cottage came out on the edge of the cliff, I thought irresistibly of the joy to live there the year round with Dorothy, with the wind whistling about our gables, and the sea thundering on the rocks far below. Youth is in truth a mystery.
How long I was gazing at the shifting coast I know not, for a strange wildness was within me that made me forget all else, until suddenly I became conscious of a presence at my side, and turned to behold the captain.
""Tis a braw sight, Richard," said he, "but no sae bonnie as auld Scotland. An" the wind hands, we shall see her sh.o.r.es the morn."
His voice broke, and I looked again to see two great tears rolling upon his cheeks.
"Ah, Scotland!" he pressed on, heedless of them, "G.o.d aboon kens what she is to me! But she hasna" been ower guid to me, laddie." And he walked to the taffrail, and stood looking astern that two men who had come aft to splice a haulyard might not perceive his disorder. I followed him, emboldened to speak at last what was in me.
"Captain Paul," said I, "MacMuir has told me of your trouble. My grandfather is rich, and not lacking in grat.i.tude,"--here I paused for suitable words, as I could not solve his expression,--"you, sir, whose bravery and charity will have restored me to him, shall not want for friends and money."
He heard me through.
"Mr. Carvel," he replied with an impressiveness that took me aback, "reward is a thing that should not be spoken of between gentlemen."
And thus he left me, upbraiding myself that I should have mentioned money. And yet, I reflected secondly, why not? He was no more nor less than a master of a merchantman, and surely nothing was out of the common in such a one accepting what he had honestly come by. Had my affection for him been less sincere, had I not been racked with sympathy, I had laughed over his notions of gentility. I resolved, however, that when I had reached London and seen Mr. Dix, Mr. Carvel"s agent, he should be rewarded despite his scruples. And if he lost his ship, he should have one of my grandfather"s.
But at dinner he had plainly forgot any offence, and I had more cause than ever to be puzzled over his odd mixture of confidence and aloofness. He talked gayly on a score of subjects,--on dress, of which he was never tired, and described ports in the Indies and South America, in a fashion that betrayed prodigious powers of acute observation; nor did he lack for wit when he spoke of the rich planters who had wined him, and had me much in laughter. We fell into a merry mood, in Booth, jingling the gla.s.ses in many toasts, for he had a list of healths to make me gasp, near as long as the brigantine"s articles,--Inez in Havana and Maraquita in Cartagena, and Clotilde, the Creole, of Martinico, each had her separate charm. Then there was Bess, in Kingston, the relict of a customs official, Captain Paul relating with ingenuous gusto a midnight brush with a lieutenant of his Majesty, in which the fair widow figured, and showed her preference, too. But his adoration for the ladies of the more northern colonies, he would have me to understand, was unbounded. For example, Miss Arabella Pope of Norfolk, in Virginia,--and did I know her? No, I had not that pleasure, though I a.s.sured him the Popes of Virginia were famed. Miss Pope danced divinely as any sylph, and the very memory of her tripping at the Norfolk a.s.sembly roused the captain to such a pitch of enthusiasm as I had never seen in him. Marvellous to say, his own words failed him, and he had recourse to the poets:
"Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out, As if they feared the light; But, oh, she dances such a way!
No sun upon an Easter-day Is half so fine a sight."
The lines, he told me, were Sir John Suckling"s; and he gave them standing, in excellent voice and elegant gesture.
He was in particular partial to the poets, could quote at will from Gay and Thomson and Goldsmith and Gray, and even from Shakespeare, much to my own astonishment and humiliation. Saving only Dr. Courtenay of Annapolis I had never met his equal for versatility of speech and command of fine language; and, having heard that he had been at sea since the age of twelve, I made bold to ask him at what school he had got his knowledge.
"At none, Richard," he answered with pride, "saving the rudiments at the Parish School at Kirkbean. Why, sir, I hold it to be within every man"s province to make himself what he will, and I early recognized in Learning the only guide for such as me. I may say that I married her for the furtherance of my fortunes, and have come to love her for her own sake. Many and many the "tween-watch have I pa.s.sed in a coil of rope in the tops, a volume of the cla.s.sics in my hand. And "my happiest days, when not at sea, have been spent in my brother William"s little library.
He hath a modest estate near Fredericksburg, in Virginia, and none holds higher than he the worth of an education. Ah, Richard," he added, with a certain sadness, "I fear you little know the value of that which hath been so lavishly bestowed upon you. There is no creation in the world to equal your fine gentleman!"
It struck me indeed as strange that a man of his powers should set store by such trumpery, and, too, that these notions had not impaired his ability as a seaman. I did not reply. He gave no heed, however, but drew from a case a number of odes and compositions, which he told me were his own. They were addressed to various of his enamouritas, abounded in orrery, and were all, I make no doubt, incredibly fine, tho" not so much as one sticks in my mind. To speak truth I listened with a very ill grace, longing the while to be on deck, for we were about to sight the Isle of Man. The wine and the air of the cabin had made my eyes heavy.
But presently, when he had run through with some dozen or more, he put them by, and with a quick motion got from his chair, a light coming into his dark eyes that startled me to attention. And I forgot the merchant captain, and seemed to be looking forward into the years.
"Mark you, Richard," said he, "mark well when I say that my time will come, and a day when the best of them will bow to me. And every ell of that triumph shall be mine, sir,-ay, every inch!"
Such was his force, which sprang from some hidden fire within him, that I believed his words as firmly as they had been writ down in the Book of Isaiah. Br.i.m.m.i.n.g over with enthusiasm, I pledged his coming greatness in a reaming gla.s.s of Malaga.
"Alack," he cried, "an" they all had your faith, laddie, a fig for the prophecy! Ya maun ken th" incentive"s the maist o" the battle."
There was more of wisdom in this than I dreamed of then. Here lay hid the very keynote of that ambitious character: he stooped to nothing less than greatness for a triumph over his slanderers.
I rose betimes the next morning to find the sun peeping above the wavy line of the Scottish hills far up the. Solway, and the brigantine sliding smoothly along in the lee of the Galloway Rhinns. And, though the month was March, the slopes of Burrow Head were green as the lawn of Carvel Hall in May, and the slanting rays danced on the ruffed water. By eight of the clock we had crept into Kirkcudbright Bay and anch.o.r.ed off St. Mary"s Isle, the tide running ebb, and leaving a wide brown belt of sand behind it.
St. Mary"s Isle! As we looked upon it that day, John Paul and I, and it lay low against the bright water with its bare oaks and chestnuts against the dark pines, "twas perhaps as well that the future was sealed to us.
Captain Paul had conned the brigantine hither with a master"s hand; but now that the anchor was on the ground, he became palpably nervous. I had donned again good MacMuir"s sh.o.r.e suit, and was standing by the gangway when the captain approached me.
"What"ll ye be doing now, d.i.c.kie lad?" he asked kindly.
What indeed! I was without money in a foreign port, still dependent upon my benefactor. And since he had declared his unwillingness to accept any return I was of no mind to go farther into his debt. I thanked him again for his goodness in what sincere terms I could choose, and told him I should be obliged if he would put me in the way of working my pa.s.sage to London upon some coasting vessel. But my voice was thick, my affection for him having grown-past my understanding.
"Hoots!" he replied, moved in his turn, "whyles I hae siller ye shallna lack. Ye maun gae post-chaise to London, as befits yere station."
And scouting my expostulations, he commanded the longboat, bidding me be ready to go ash.o.r.e with him. I had nothing to do but to say farewell to MacMuir and Lowrie and Auctherlonnie, which was hard enough. For the honest first mate I had a great liking, and was touched beyond speech when he enjoined me to keep his sh.o.r.e suit as long as I had want of it.
"But you will be needing it, MacMuir," I said, suspecting he had no other.
"Haith! I am but a plain man, Mr. Carvel, and ye can sen" back the claw frae London, wi" this geordie."
He slipped a guinea into my hand, but this I positively refused to take; and to hide my feelings I climbed quickly over the side and into the stern of the boat, beside the captain, and was rowed away through the little fleet of cobles gathering about the ship. Twisting my neck for a parting look at the John, I caught a glimpse of MacMuir"s ungainly shoulders over the fokesle rail, and I was near to tears as he shouted a hearty "G.o.d speed" after me.
As we drew near the town of Kirkcudbright, which lies very low at the mouth of the river Dee, I made out a group of men and women on the wharves. The captain was silent, regarding them. When we had got within twenty feet or so of the landing, a dame in a red woollen kerchief called out:
"What hae ye done wi" Mungo, John Paul?"
"CAPTAIN John Paul, Mither Birkie," spoke up a coa.r.s.e fellow with a rough beard. And a laugh went round.
"Ay, captain! I"ll captain him!" screamed the carlin, pushing to the front as the oars were tossed, "I"ll tak aith Mr. Currie"ll be captaining him for his towmond voyage o" piratin". He be leukin" for ye noo, John Paul." With that some of the men on the thwarts, perceiving that matters were likely to go ill with the captain, began to chaff with their friends above. The respect with which he had inspired them, however, prevented any overt insult on their part. As for me, my temper had flared up like the burning of a loose charge of powder, and by instinct my right hand sought the handle of the mate"s hanger. The beldame saw the motion.
"An" hae ye murder"t MacMuir, John Paul, an" gien"s claw to a Buckskin gowk?"
The knot stirred with an angry murmur: in truth they meant violence,--nothing less. But they had counted without their man, for Paul was born to ride greater crises. With his lips set in a line he stepped lightly out of the boat into their very midst, and they looked into his eyes to forget time and place. MacMuir had told me how those eyes could conquer mutiny, but I had not believed had I trot been thereto see the pack of them give back in sullen wonder. And so we walked through and on to the little street beyond, and never a word from the captain until we came opposite the sign of the Hurcheon."
"Do you await me here, Richard," he said quite calmly; "I mast seek Mr.
Currie, and make my report."
I have still the remembrance of that pitiful day in the clean little village. I went into the inn and sat down upon an oak settle in a corner of the bar, under the high lattice, and thought of the bitterness of this home-coming. If I was amongst strangers, he was amongst worse: verily, to have one"s own people set against one is heaviness of heart to a man whose love of Scotland was great as John Paul"s. After a while the place began to fill, Willie and Robbie and Jamie arriving to discuss Paul"s return over their nappy. The little I could make of their talk was not to my liking, but for the captain"s sake I kept my anger under as best I could, for I had the sense to know that brawling with a lot of alehouse frequenters would not advance his cause. At length, however, came in the same sneering fellow I had marked on the wharf, calling loudly for swats. "Ay, Captain Paul was noo at Mr. Curries, syne banie Alan seed him gang forbye the kirk." The speaker"s name, I learned, was Davie, and he had been talking with each and every man in the long-boat.
Yes, Mungo Maxwell had been cat-o"-ninetailed within an inch of his life; and that was the truth; for a trifling offence, too; and cruelly discharged at some outlandish port because, forsooth, he would not accept the gospel of the divinity of Captain Paul. He would as soon sign papers with the devil.
This Davie was gifted with a dangerous kind of humour which I have heard called innuendo, and he soon had the bar packed with listeners who laughed and cursed turn about, filling the room to a closeness scarce supportable. And what between the foul air and my resentment, and apprehension lest John Paul would come hither after me, I was in prodigious discomfort of body and mind. But there was no pushing my way through them unnoticed, wedged as I was in a far corner; so I sat still until unfortunately, or fortunately, the eye of Davie chanced to fall upon me, and immediately his yellow face lighted malignantly.
"Oh! here be the gentleman the captain"s brocht hame!" he cried, emphasizing the two words; "as braw a gentleman as eer taen frae pirates, an" nae doubt sin to ae bien Buckskin bonnet-laird."
I saw through his game of getting satisfaction out of John Paul thro"
goading me, and determined he should have his fill of it. For, all in all, he had me mad enough to fight three times over.
"Set aside the gentleman," said I, standing up and taking off MacMuir"s coat, "and call me a lubberly clout like yourself, and we will see which is the better clout." I put off the longsleeved jacket, and faced him with my fists doubled, crying: "I"ll teach you, you sp.a.w.n of a dunghill, to speak ill of a good man!"
A clamour of "Fecht! fecht!" arose, and some of them applauded me, calling me a "sw.a.n.kie," which I believe is a compliment. A certain sense of fairness is often to be found where least expected. They capsized the fat, protesting browsterwife over her own stool, and were pulling Jamie"s coat from his back, when I began to suspect that a fight was not to the sniveller"s liking. Indeed, the very look of him made me laugh out--"twas now as mild as a summer"s morn.
"Wow," says Jamie, "ye maun fecht wi" a man o" yere ain size."
"I"ll lay a guinea that we weigh even," said I; and suddenly remembered that I had not so much as tuppence to bless me.
Happily he did not accept the wager. In huge disgust they hustled him from the inn and put forward the blacksmith, who was standing at the door in his leather ap.r.o.n. Now I had not bargained with the smith, who seemed a well-natured enough man, and grinned broadly at the prospect.
But they made a ring on the floor, I going over it at one end, and he at the other, when a cry came from the street, those about the entrance parted, and in walked John Paul himself. At sight of him my new adversary, who was preparing to deal me out a blow to fell an ox, dropped his arms in surprise, and held out his big hand.