[Ill.u.s.tration: "As I was a-saying, kindness to animals is all very well"]
WATCH-DOGS
"It"s a"most the only enj"yment I"ve got left," said the oldest inhabitant, taking a long, slow draught of beer, "that and a pipe o"
baccy. Neither of "em wants chewing, and that"s a great thing when you ain"t got anything worth speaking about left to chew with."
He put his mug on the table and, ignoring the stillness of the summer air, sheltered the flame of a match between his cupped hands and conveyed it with infinite care to the bowl of his pipe. A dull but crafty old eye squinting down the stem a.s.sured itself that the tobacco was well alight before the match was thrown away.
"As I was a-saying, kindness to animals is all very well," he said to the wayfarer who sat opposite him in the shade of the "Cauliflower" elms; "but kindness to your feller-creeturs is more. The pint wot you give me is gone, but I"m just as thankful to you as if it wasn"t."
He half closed his eyes and, gazing on to the fields beyond, fell into a reverie so deep that he failed to observe the landlord come for his mug and return with it filled. A little start attested his surprise, and, to his great annoyance, upset a couple of tablespoonfuls of the precious liquid.
"Some people waste all their kindness on dumb animals," he remarked, after the landlord had withdrawn from his offended vision, "but I was never a believer in it. I mind some time ago when a gen"lemen from Lunnon wot "ad more money than sense offered a prize for kindness to animals. I was the only one that didn"t try for to win it.
"Mr. Bunnett "is name was, and "e come down and took Farmer Hall"s "ouse for the summer. Over sixty "e was, and old enough to know better. He used to put saucers of milk all round the "ouse for cats to drink, and, by the time pore Farmer Hall got back, every cat for three miles round "ad got in the habit of coming round to the back-door and asking for milk as if it was their right. Farmer Hall poisoned a saucer o" milk at last, and then "ad to pay five shillings for a thin black cat with a mangy tail and one eye that Bob Pretty said belonged to "is children. Farmer Hall said he"d go to jail afore he"d pay, at fust, but arter five men "ad spoke the truth and said they "ad see Bob"s youngsters tying a empty mustard-tin to its tail on"y the day afore, he gave way.
"Tha was Bob Pretty all over, that was; the biggest raskel Claybury "as ever had; and it wasn"t the fust bit o" money "e made out o" Mr. Bunnett coming to the place.
"It all come through Mr. Bunnett"s love for animals. I never see a man so fond of animals as "e was, and if he had "ad "is way Claybury would "ave been overrun by "em by this time. The day arter "e got to the farm he couldn"t eat "is breakfuss because of a pig that was being killed in the yard, and it was no good pointing out to "im that the pig was on"y making a fuss about it because it was its nature so to do. He lived on wegetables and such like, and the way "e carried on one day over "arf a biled caterpillar "e found in his cabbage wouldn"t be believed. He wouldn"t eat another mossel, but sat hunting "igh and low for the other "arf.
"He "adn"t been in Claybury more than a week afore he said "ow surprised "e was to see "ow pore dumb animals was treated. He made a little speech about it one evening up at the schoolroom, and, arter he "ad finished, he up and offered to give a prize of a gold watch that used to belong to "is dear sister wot loved animals, to the one wot was the kindest to "em afore he left the place.
"If he"d ha" known Claybury men better "e wouldn"t ha" done it. The very next morning Bill Chambers took "is baby"s milk for the cat, and smacked "is wife"s "ead for talking arter he"d told "er to stop. Henery Walker got into trouble for leaning over Charlie Stubbs"s fence and feeding his chickens for "im, and Sam Jones"s wife had to run off "ome to "er mother "arf-dressed because she had "appened to overlay a sick rabbit wot Sam "ad taken to bed with "im to keep warm.
"People used to stop animals in the road and try and do "em a kindness-- especially when Mr. Bunnett was pa.s.sing--and Peter Gubbins walked past "is house one day with ole Mrs. Broad"s cat in "is arms. A bad-tempered old cat it was, and, wot with Peter kissing the top of its "ead and calling of it Tiddleums, it nearly went out of its mind.
"The fust time Mr. Bunnett see Bob Pretty was about a week arter he"d offered that gold watch. Bob was stooping down very careful over something in the hedge, and Mr. Bunnett, going up quiet-like behind "im, see "im messing about with a pore old toad he "ad found, with a smashed leg.
""Wots the matter with it?" ses Mr. Bunnett.
"Bob didn"t seem to hear "im. He was a-kneeling on the ground with "is "ead on one side looking at the toad; and by and by he pulled out "is pocket"an"kercher and put the toad in it, as if it was made of egg-sh.e.l.ls, and walked away.
""Wot"s the matter with it?" ses Mr. Bunnett, a"most trotting to keep up with "im.
""Got it"s leg "urt in some way, pore thing," ses Bob. "I want to get it "ome as soon as I can and wash it and put it on a piece o" damp moss.
But I"m afraid it"s not long for this world."
"Mr. Bunnett said it did "im credit, and walked home alongside of "im talking. He was surprised to find that Bob hadn"t "eard anything of the gold watch "e was offering, but Bob said he was a busy, "ard-working man and didn"t "ave no time to go to hear speeches or listen to t.i.ttle-tattle.
""When I"ve done my day"s work," he ses, "I can always find a job in the garden, and arter that I go in and "elp my missis put the children to bed. She ain"t strong, pore thing, and it"s better than wasting time and money up at the "Cauliflower.""
"He "ad a lot o" talk with Mr. Bunnett for the next day or two, and when "e went round with the toad on the third day as lively and well as possible the old gen"leman said it was a miracle. And so it would ha"
been if it had been the same toad.
"He took a great fancy to Bob Pretty, and somehow or other they was always dropping acrost each other. He met Bob with "is dog one day--a large, ugly brute, but a"most as clever as wot Bob was "imself. It stood there with its tongue "anging out and looking at Bob uneasy-like out of the corner of its eye as Bob stood a-patting of it and calling it pet names.
"" Wunnerful affectionate old dog, ain"t you, Joseph?" ses Bob.
""He"s got a kind eye," ses Mr. Bunnett.
""He"s like another child to me, ain"t you, my pretty?" ses Bob, smiling at "im and feeling in "is pocket. "Here you are, old chap."
"He threw down a biskit so sudden that Joseph, thinking it was a stone, went off like a streak o" lightning with "is tail between "is legs and yelping his "ardest. Most men would ha" looked a bit foolish, but Bob Pretty didn"t turn a hair.
""Ain"t it wunnerful the sense they"ve got," he ses to Mr. Bunnett, wot was still staring arter the dog.
""Sense?" ses the old gen"leman.
""Yes," ses Bob smiling. "His food ain"t been agreeing with "im lately and he"s starving hisself for a bit to get round agin, and "e knew that "e couldn"t trust hisself alongside o" this biskit. Wot a pity men ain"t like that with beer. I wish as "ow Bill Chambers and Henery Walker and a few more "ad been "ere just now."
"Mr. Bunnett agreed with "im, and said wot a pity it was everybody "adn"t got Bob Pretty"s commonsense and good feeling.
""It ain"t that," ses Bob, shaking his "ead at him; "it ain"t to my credit. I dessay if Sam Jones and Peter Gubbins, and Charlie Stubbs and d.i.c.ky Weed "ad been brought up the same as I was they"d "ave been a lot better than wot I am."
"He bid Mr. Bunnett good-bye becos "e said he"d got to get back to "is work, and Mr. Bunnett had "ardly got "ome afore Henery Walker turned up full of anxiousness to ask his advice about five little baby kittens wot "is old cat had found in the wash-place: the night afore.
""Drownd them little innercent things, same as most would do, I can"t,"
he ses, shaking his "ead; "but wot to do with "em I don"t know."
""Couldn"t you find "omes for "em?" ses Mr. Bunnett.
"Henery Walker shook his "ead agin. ""Tain"t no use thinking o" that,"
he ses. "There"s more cats than "omes about "ere". Why, Bill Chambers drownded six o"ny last week right afore the eyes of my pore little boy.
Upset "im dreadful it did."
"Mr. Bunnett walked up and down the room thinking. "We must try and find "omes for "em when they are old enough," he says at last; "I"ll go round myself and see wot I can do for you."
"Henery Walker thanked "im and went off "ome doing a bit o" thinking; and well he "ad reason to. Everybody wanted one o" them kittens. Peter Gubbins offered for to take two, and Mr. Bunnett told Henery Walker next day that "e could ha" found "omes for "em ten times over.
""You"ve no idea wot fine, kind-"arted people they are in this village when their "arts are touched," he ses, smiling at Henery. "You ought to "ave seen Mr. Jones"s smile when I asked "im to take one. It did me good to see it. And I spoke to Mr. Chambers about drowning "is kittens, and he told me "e hadn"t slept a wink ever since. And he offered to take your old cat to make up for it, if you was tired of keeping it.
"It was very "ard on Henery Walker, I must say that. Other people was getting the credit of bringing up "is kittens, and more than that, they used to ask Mr. Bunnett into their places to see "ow the little dears was a-getting on.
"Kindness to animals caused more unpleasantness in Claybury than anything "ad ever done afore. There was hardly a man as "ud speak civil to each other, and the wimmen was a"most as bad. Cats and dogs and such-like began to act as if the place belonged to "em, and seven people stopped Mr. Bunnett one day to tell "im that Joe Parsons "ad been putting down rat-poison and killed five little baby rats and their mother.
"It was some time afore anybody knew that Bob Pretty "ad got "is eye on that gold watch, and when they did they could "ardly believe it. They give Bob credit for too much sense to waste time over wot they knew "e couldn"t get, but arter they "ad heard one or two things they got alarmed, and pretty near the whole village went up to see Mr. Bunnett and tell "im about Bob"s true character. Mr. Bunnett couldn"t believe "em at fast, but arter they "ad told "im of Bob"s poaching and the artful ways and tricks he "ad of getting money as didn"t belong to "im "e began to think different. He spoke to parson about "im, and arter that "e said he never wanted for to see Bob Pretty"s face again.
"There was a fine to-do about it up at this "ere Cauliflower public-"ouse that night, and the quietest man "o the whole lot was Bob Pretty. He sat still all the time drinking "is beer and smiling at "em and giving "em good advice "ow to get that gold watch.
""It"s no good to me," he ses, shaking his "ead. "I"m a pore labourin"
man, and I know my place."
""Ow you could ever "ave thought you "ad a chance, Bob, I don"t know,"
ses Henery Walker.
""Ow"s the toad, Bob?" ses Bill Chambers; and then they all laughed.