"Haith! John Paul," he shouted heartily, forgetting me, ""tis blythe I am to see yere bonnie face ance mair!
"An" wha are ye, Jamie Darrell," said the captain, "to be bangin" yere betters? Dinna ye ken gentry when ye see"t?"
A puzzled look spread over the smith"s grimy face.
"Gentry!" says he; "nae gentry that I ken, John Paul. Th" fecht be but a bit o" fun, an" nane o" my seekin"."
"What quarrel is this, Richard?" says John Paul to me.
"In truth I have no quarrel with this honest man," I replied; "I desired but the pleasure of beating a certain evil-tongued Davie, who seems to have no stomach for blows, and hath taken his lies elsewhere."
So quiet was the place that the tinkle of the guidwife"s needle, which she had dropped to the flags, sounded clear to all. John Paul stood in the middle of the ring, erect, like a man inspired, and the same strange sense of prophecy that had stirred my blood crept over him and awed the rest, as tho" "twere suddenly given to see him, not as he was, but as he would be. Then he spoke.
"You, who are my countrymen, who should be my oldest and best friends, are become my enemies. You who were companions of my childhood are revilers of my manhood; you have robbed me of my good name and my honour, of my ship, of my very means of livelihood, and you are not content; you would rob me of my country, which I hold dearer than all.
And I have never done you evil, nor spoken aught against you. As for the man Maxwell, whose part you take, his child is starving in your very midst, and you have not lifted your hands. "Twas for her sake I shipped him, and none other. May G.o.d forgive you! He alone sees the bitterness in my heart this day. He alone knows my love for Scotland, and what it costs me to renounce her."
He had said so much with an infinite sadness, and I read a response in the eyes of more than one of his listeners, the guidwife weeping aloud.
But now his voice rose, and he ended with a fiery vigour.
"Renounce her I do," he cried, "now and forevermore! Henceforth I am no countryman of yours. And if a day of repentance should come for this evil, remember well what I have said to you."
They stood for a moment when he had finished, shifting uneasily, their tongues gone, like lads caught in a lie. I think they felt his greatness then, and had any one of them possessed the n.o.bility to come forward with an honest word, John Paul might yet have been saved to Scotland.
As it was, they slunk away in twos and threes, leaving at last only the good smith with us. He was not a man of talk, and the tears had washed the soot from his face in two white furrows.
"Ye"ll hae a waught wi" me afore ye gang, John," he said clumsily, "for th" morns we"ve paddl" "t thegither i" th" Nith."
The ale was brought by the guidwife, who paused, as she put it down, to wipe her eyes with her ap.r.o.n. She gave John Paul one furtive glance and betook herself again to her knitting with a sigh, speech having failed her likewise. The captain grasped up his mug.
"May G.o.d bless you, Jamie," he said.
"Ye"ll be gaen noo to see the mither," said Jamie, after a long s.p.a.ce.
"Ay, for the last time. An", Jamie, ye"ll see that nae harm cams to her when I"m far awa"?"
The smith promised, and also agreed to have John Paul"s chests sent by wagon, that very day, to Dumfries. And we left him at his forge, his honest breast torn with emotion, looking after us.
CHAPTER XXI. THE GARDENER"S COTTAGE
So we walked out of the village, with many a head craned after us and many an eye peeping from behind a shutter, and on into the open highway.
The day was heavenly bright, the wind humming around us and playing mad pranks with the white cotton clouds, and I forgot awhile the pity within me to wonder at the orderly look of the country, the hedges with never a stone out of place, and the bars always up. The ground was parcelled off in such bits as to make me smile when I remembered our own wide tracts in the New World. Here waste was sin: with us part and parcel of a creed. I marvelled, too, at the primness and solidity of the houses along the road, and remarked how their lines belonged rather to the landscape than to themselves. But I was conscious ever of a strange wish to expand, for I felt as tho" I were in the land of the Liliputians, and the thought of a gallop of forty miles or so over these honeycombed fields brought me to a laugh. But I was yet to see some estates of the gentry.
I had it on my tongue"s tip to ask the captain whither he was taking me, yet dared not intrude on the sorrow that still gripped him. Time and time we met people plodding along, some of them nodding uncertainly, others abruptly taking the far side of the pike, and every encounter drove the poison deeper into his soul. But after we had travelled some way, up hill and down dale, he vouchsafed the intelligence that we were making for Arbigland, Mr. Craik"s seat near Dumfries, which lies on the Nith twenty miles or so up the Solway from Kirkcudbright. On that estate stood the cottage where John Paul was born, and where his mother and sisters still dwelt.
"I"ll juist be saying guidbye, Richard," he said; "and leave them a bit siller I hae saved, an" syne we"ll be aff to London thegither, for Scotland"s no but a cauld kintra."
"You are going to London with me?" I cried.
"Ay," answered he; "this is hame nae mair for John Paul."
I made bold to ask how the John"s owners had treated him.
"I have naught to complain of, laddie," he answered; "both Mr. Beck and Mr. Currie bore the matter of the admiralty court and the delay like the gentlemen they are. They well know that I am hard driven when I resort to the lash. They were both sore at losing me, and says Mr. Beck: I We"ll not soon get another to keep the brigantine like a man-o"-war, as did you, John Paul." I thanked him, and told him I had sworn never to take another merchantman out of the Solway. And I will keep that oath."
He sighed, and added that he never hoped for better owners. In token of which he drew a certificate of service from his pocket, signed by Messrs. Currie and Beck, proclaiming him the best master and supercargo they had ever had in their service. I perceived that talk lightened him, and led him on. I inquired how he had got the "John".
"I took pa.s.sage on her from Kingston, laddie. On the trip both Captain Macadam and the chief mate died of the fever. And it was I, the pa.s.senger, who sailed her into Kirkcudbright, tho" I had never been more than a chief mate before. That is scarce three years gone, when I was just turned one and twenty. And old Mr. Currie, who had known my father, was so pleased that he gave me the ship. I had been chief mate of the "Two Friends", a slaver out of Kingston."
"And so you were in that trade!" I exclaimed.
He seemed to hesitate.
"Yes," he replied, "and sorry I am to say it. But a man must live. It was no place for a gentleman, and I left of my own accord. Before that, I was on a slaver out of Whitehaven."
"You must know Whitehaven, then."
I said it only to keep the talk going, but I remembered the remark long after.
"I do," said he. ""Tis a fair sample of an English coast town. And I have often thought, in the event of war with France, how easy "twould be for Louis"s cruisers to harry the place, and an hundred like it, and raise such a terror as to keep the British navy at home."
I did not know at the time that this was the inspiration of an admiral and of a genius. The subject waned. And as familiar scenes jogged his memory, he launched into Scotch and reminiscence. Every barn he knew, and cairn and croft and steeple recalled stories of his boyhood.
We had long been in sight of Criffel, towering ahead of us, whose summit had beckoned for cycles to Helvellyn and Saddleback looming up to the southward, marking the wonderland of the English lakes. And at length, after some five hours of stiff walking, we saw the brown Nith below us going down to meet the Solway, and so came to the entrance of Mr.
Craik"s place. The old porter recognized Paul by a mere shake of the head and the words, "Yere back, are ye?" and a lowering of his bushy white eyebrows. We took a by-way to avoid the manor-house, which stood on the rising ground twixt us and the mountain, I walking close to John Paul"s shoulder and feeling for him at every step. Presently, at a turn of the path, we were brought face to face with an elderly gentleman in black, and John Paul stopped.
"Mr. Craik!" he said, removing his hat.
But the gentleman only whistled to his dogs and went on.
"My G.o.d, even he!" exclaimed the captain, bitterly; "even he, who thought so highly of my father!"
A hundred yards more and we came to the little cottage nigh hid among the trees. John Paul paused a moment, his hand upon the latch of the gate, his eyes drinking in the familiar picture. The light of day was dying behind Criffel, and the tiny panes of the cottage windows pulsed with the rosy flame on the hearth within, now flaring, and again deepening. He sighed. He walked with unsteady step to the door and pushed it open. I followed, scarce knowing what I did, halted at the threshold and drew back, for I had been upon holy ground.
John Paul was kneeling upon the flags by the ingleside, his face buried on the open Bible in his mother"s lap. Her snowy-white head was bent upon his, her tears running fast, and her lips moving in silent prayer to Him who giveth and taketh away. Verily, here in this humble place dwelt a love that defied the hard usage of a hard world!
After a s.p.a.ce he came to the door and called, and took me by the hand, and I went in with him. Though his eyes were wet, he bore himself like a cavalier.
"Mother, this is Mr. Richard Carvell heir to Carvel Hall in Maryland,--a young gentleman whom I have had the honour to rescue from a slaver."
I bowed low, such was my respect for Dame Paul, and she rose and curtseyed. She wore a widow"s cap and a black gown, and I saw in her deep-lined face a resemblance to her son.
"Madam," I said, the t.i.tle coming naturally, "I owe Captain Paul a debt I can never repay."
"An" him but a laddie!" she cried. "I"m thankful, John, I"m thankful for his mither that ye saved him."
"I have no mother, Madam Paul," said I, "and my father was killed in the French war. But I have a grandfather who loves me dearly as I love him."