"The very question the captain axed my brother. It was the first time iver he went to say, and they wor lyin" somewhere off Afrikay. The captin was walkin" the quarter-deck when my brother comes up to him, and says, "Captain Leslie, you had better shorten sail."
""Why so?" ses the captin, very sharp.
""Bekase it"s a Ballintogher wind."
""And what the d----l wind may that be?"
""Oh murther!" ses my brother. "There you are, wandherin" about the world all yer life, and didn"t hear of a Ballintogher wind, when there isn"t a gossoon in my counthry doesn"t know the village it comes from, and that it niver brought anything but cowld storm and misforthin"
along with it."
"Well, with that, they all tuk to laughin" like to split their sides at my brother, an" the captin, he towld him to go forrid and mind his work; but faith, they worn"t laughin" two hours afther, when the ship rowled the masts out of her, and they wor wracked among the haythens.
But wind or no wind, yer honour, I suppose the races will come off?"
"So I hear, Barney."
"I"m towld there"s to be a fight between the Flahertys and the O"Donnells; but shure av the priest"s there it"s no use for them to try."
"Why not, Barney?"
"He"s mighty handy with a hunting-whip, an" has got a bad curse besides. He hot Mickey Devine over the head, for trying to rise a row at the fair of Dingle, and left a hole in it you might put your fist in. It was no great things of a head at the best of times, but faith, he"s quare in it at the full of the moon iver since. He cursed Paddy Keolaghan, too, last Easter, an" the luck left him. His nets wor carried away, the boat stove in, and the pig died. I don"t give in to the pig myself, for they let him get at the long lines afther they wor baited; and sure enough when the craythur died, there was fifteen hooks in his inside, enough to kill any baste. Besides, his reverence is very partikler, an" wouldn"t curse a Christian out of his own parish; but it"s not lucky to cross him anyhow; an" if he"s there to-morrow, sorra bit of fun we"ll have. They say yer honours are for givin" a ball afther the races."
"So we are, Barney; and that reminds me--tell the girls to come up the next night, and we"ll give them a dance before the tent is taken down."
"Long life to yer honour! It"s proud and happy they will be to go.
Here"s the young ladies comin". Good evenin", sir! We"ll be on the coorse to-morrow, an" see you get fair play, anyhow."
The tent-ropes flapped ominously that night as we turned in, and before morning a storm came on which increased to a hurricane, when our party a.s.sembled for breakfast, and looked out disconsolately enough at the boiling sea, dimly visible through the driving rain and spray that dashed in sheets of water against the gla.s.s. Already numbers of the peasantry, on their way to the course, were staggering along the road, vainly trying to shelter themselves from the furious blast which made the very walls of the lodge shake. Taking advantage of a slight lull, we managed to get a young fir-tree propped up against the pole of the tent, and had just returned to the house when a well-appointed four-in-hand came at a sharp trot up the avenue.
"Here come the Plungers," said d.i.c.k. "Plucky fellows to drive over fourteen miles such a morning."
While he was speaking, a dozen bearded men got down and stalked solemnly into the room. In a few minutes the ladies of our party made their appearance, and before long the new comers were busily engaged in some fashion or another. I have often admired the way in which Irish ladies contrive to make the "lords of the creation" useful, but never saw it more strongly exemplified than on the present occasion. Here you might see a grave colonel employed in the composition of a lobster salad; there a V.C. opening oysters as industriously as an old woman at a stall; while in a snug corner, a couple of cornets were filling custard cups and arranging flowers. To do the gallant fellows justice they accepted the situation frankly, and set to work like men, while at every fresh blast the girls" spirits seemed to rise higher; and before long a merrier party could hardly be found anywhere. Twelve o"clock had now come round, at which time, it was unanimously agreed, the day must clear up; and a slight gleam of watery sunshine appearing, we all started to carry the things over to the supper-room of the tent. As we mustered a tolerably strong party, in less than an hour this was effected, not, however, without sundry mishaps; one poor cornet being blown right over a fence, into a wet ditch, with his burden.
We were all so much engaged laying out the tables, that the increasing darkness of the day was scarcely remarked until a vivid flash of lightning, followed by a loud peal of thunder which broke directly overhead, made the boldest pause for a moment in his occupation. The storm, which had gone down considerably, burst forth again worse than ever, the tent-pole swayed to and fro like a fishing-rod, and the fir-tree we had lashed alongside for additional security threatened every moment to come down by the run. Matters were beginning to look serious, when d.i.c.k, s.n.a.t.c.hing a carving-knife from the table, cut an opening in the wall of the tent, through which we all bolted into the open air. Hardly had we got clear of the ropes, when the tent-pole snapped, the pegs gave way, the roof flew off down the wind, and with a crash of broken gla.s.s, heard distinctly above the howling of the wind and sea, the whole fabric came to the ground, burying all our materials and the greater part of the supper in the ruins.
All was over now,--"the stars in their courses" had fought against us.
There was no use in contending against fate and the elements; so, after seeing the girls safe in shelter, and leaving the dragoons to test the merits of d.i.c.k"s cold punch, I filled my largest pipe with the strongest cavendish, and had walked round to the lee of the house, to blow a cloud in peace, and think over what was best to be done, when a window opened above, and looking up, I saw a bright sunny face framed against the dark scowling sky, and heard a voice call out, "Wait there one moment, Frank; I am coming down."
Without giving me time to reply, the face disappeared, but immediately afterwards a small slight figure, closely m.u.f.fled up, glided round the corner, and put its arm in mine, while a pair of blue eyes looked up appealingly in my face.
"Don"t look so down-hearted, Frank, or you will make me cry. I could hardly keep from it, when I saw the tent in ruins, and heard that dreadful crash. All Lady ----"s old china, I promised to take such care of, and the flowers, and Mrs ----"s dinner service, that has been in the family for four generations. It is a downright calamity; but we are determined, happen what will, to have the ball, and I want you to come to look at a barn we saw the other day."
"But you cannot think of going out in such weather!"
"Not by the road--the sea is all across it. But we can go by the fields. Come now, and take great care of me."
We did reach the barn, though with great difficulty; and, at first sight, a more unlikely or unpromising place could hardly be found. In one corner stood a heap of straw and a winnowing machine, under which half a dozen rats scampered as we came in. The roof was thatched, and in several places we could see the sky through it. Long strings of floating cobwebs hung from the rafters, and the rough walls were thickly coated with dust. There were two storeys to it, however; the floor of the upper one was boarded and seemed sound. Taking out a note-book, my companion seated herself on an old garden-roller, saying--
"Go down-stairs, Frank, and finish your smoke; I want to think for five minutes; or you may stay here, if you promise not to speak until I give you leave."
I gave the required pledge, and, lighting my pipe, lay down in a corner, watching the rats peering out with their sharp, black, beady eyes at the strange visitors, and rather enjoying the confusion of the spiders, who, not relishing the smoke, were making off out of reach as fast as they could. Before long my companion called me over, to give her directions, which were, to go back to the lodge, and bring all the volunteers I could get, as well as some materials, of which she gave me a list.
On my way I met one of the stewards, who told me the races had been postponed until four o"clock in the afternoon, and on reaching the lodge found d.i.c.k and the officers engaged in recovering "salvage" from the tent. Getting out a wagonette, I soon had it filled with volunteers, and drove them over to the barn, where we once more set to work, and for the next few hours the rats and spiders had a bad time of it.
I was hard at work converting some rough deal boards into a supper-table, when a little boy handed me a note, saying--
"They are clearin" the coorse, yer honour; you haven"t a minit to lose; I brought down a "baste" for you."
The note was from d.i.c.k, telling me the first race would be run off at once. There was a dressing-room provided on the ground, so, jumping on the horse, I rode down.
The storm, after doing all the harm it well could to us, had now cleared off, and the scene on the course was lively and animated enough. A dozen frieze-coated farmers, headed by an old huntsman in scarlet, were galloping wildly about to clear the ground, the usual "dog" being represented, on this occasion, by a legion of curs, barking at the heels of stray donkeys, sheep, cows, and goats, as they doubled in and out, to avoid the merciless whips of their pursuers; and when at last they were driven off, the people broke in on the line, and the whole place appeared one ma.s.s of inextricable confusion, until the priest, accompanied by the stewards, was found. The fisherman certainly had not belied his reverence. More than once I saw his whip descend with a vigour that made itself felt even through the thick greatcoats worn by the peasantry, causing the recipient to shrink back, shaking his shoulders, and never feeling himself safe until he had put the nearest fence between him and the giver. Soon his stalwart figure, mounted on a stout cob, was the signal for a general _suave qui peut_, and the mob gradually settled into something like order, leaving the course tolerably free.
Six horses came to the post for the first race, which was about three miles on the flat, the priest"s of course being the favourite, and with reason. It was a magnificent dark chestnut, with great power and symmetry, showing the "Ishmael" blood in every part of its beautiful frame, d.i.c.k"s hunter, although thorough-bred, and with a fair turn of speed, looking like a coach-horse beside it. The only other compet.i.tor entered worth notice was a light bay, high-bred, but a great, staring, weedy-looking brute, evidently a cast-off from some racing stable.
At the word "Off!" a fair start was effected. The bay, however, had hardly taken a dozen strides, when it came down, giving the rider an ugly fall. After rolling over, it sat up like a dog, and stared wildly about; then, jumping up suddenly, galloped into the sea, where it lay down, apparently with the intention of committing suicide. Before we had gone a mile, all the other horses were shaken off, and the priest"s jockey and myself had it all to ourselves. He was a knowing old fellow, and evidently did not wish to distress his horse, keeping only a few lengths ahead, until within the distance-post, when he let him go, cantering in a winner by about twenty yards, and receiving a perfect ovation from the people.
In half an hour the bugle sounded for the horses to fall in for _the_ race. A steeple-chase being always the great event on an Irish course, we were about to take our places, when d.i.c.k came up with rather a long face, and whispered--
"I am afraid the luck is against us still, Frank. Look at that gray. He has been kept dark until now. Before seeing him I backed you rather heavily with the priest. It was our only chance to get out."
The more I looked the less I liked the appearance of either horse or man. To a casual observer the first was a plain animal, cross-built, rough in the coat, and with remarkably drooping quarters; but, on closer inspection, a hunter all over, if not a steeple-chaser, although an attempt had evidently been made to disguise his real character. The saddle was old and patched; the bridle had a rusty bit, with a piece of string hung rather ostentatiously from it; the rider might once have been a gentleman, but drink and dissipation had left their mark on what was originally a handsome face. His dress was slovenly and careless to a degree, but he sat his horse splendidly, and his hand was as light and fair as a woman"s. He returned my look with a defiant stare.
"That fellow looks dangerous," said d.i.c.k; "but I suspect he is more than half drunk. Make a waiting race until you see what he is made of.
Above all things keep cool, and don"t lose your temper."
I had perfect confidence in the mare I rode. She had been broken by myself, and many a long day we had hunted together over the big pastures of Roscommon and Meath. There was a thorough understanding between us. My only anxiety was as to how she would face the crowd, who were collected in thousands about every jump, barely leaving room for the horses to pa.s.s, and yelling like a set of Bedlamites let loose.
With the exception of the last fence, there were no very formidable obstacles. It was a stone wall, fully five feet high, built up loose, but strong, and rather a severe trial at the end of a race, if the pace was a stiff one throughout. There was no time for thinking now, however. The word was given, and we were away.
About a dozen horses started--all fair animals, with that cat-like activity in negotiating a fence so remarkable in Irish hunting. We had hardly gone a mile, however, when the want of condition began to tell, and they fell hopelessly to the rear, leaving the race to the gray, my mare, and a game little thorough-bred, ridden and owned by one of the dragoon officers.
Up to this time I had followed d.i.c.k"s directions to wait on the gray, a proceeding evidently not approved of by the rider, for, turning round in his saddle as he came down to a water jump, he said, with a sneer--
"You want a lead over, I suppose."
I made no reply, and he went at the river; but whether by accident or design, when within a few yards of the brink his horse bolted, dashing in among the crowd. The dragoon"s swerved slightly to follow; the rider, however, would not be denied, and sent him through it; while my mare, c.o.c.king her ears, and turning her head half round, as an old pointer might do at seeing a young one break fence, flew over like a bird, and settled steadily to her work on the other side.
For some distance the dragoon and myself rode neck and neck, though the pace was beginning to tell on his horse, who was slightly overweighted.
Our friend on the gray now raced alongside, and galloping recklessly at an awkward ditch, which he cleared, took a lead of a dozen lengths, and kept it until within a short distance of the last fence, when he fell back, allowing us to get to the front once more.
I think fear was the last thing uppermost in my mind as I rode at it.
My blood was fairly roused, and pa.s.sing a carriage a minute before, I got a glance from a pair of blue eyes that would have made a coward brave. Still, with all that, I could not avoid a slight feeling of anxiety as it loomed across, looking about as dangerous an obstacle as the most reckless rider could desire at the end of a race. If stone walls "grew," I could have sworn it had done so since I crossed it on d.i.c.k"s hunter the evening before. The people had closed in on both sides until there was scarcely twenty feet of clear s.p.a.ce in the middle, and evidently a row of some sort was going on. Sticks were waving wildly about, and a dozen voices shouted for me to stop, while hundreds called to go on. The gray was creeping up, however. I had faced as bad before, when there was less occasion; so pulled the mare up to a trot until within a few yards, when I let her go with a shout she well knew, and in a second we were safe on the other side. The dragoon"s horse refusing, the gray, who came up at full speed, chested it heavily, and horse, rider, and wall came rolling over to the ground together, while I cantered in alone.
I had hardly received the congratulations of the stewards, when d.i.c.k came up, looking flushed and excited. As he grasped my hand, he said hurriedly--
"Why didn"t you stop when I shouted?"
"It was too late. But what is wrong?"
"That scoundrel on the gray bribed a couple of fellows to add six inches to the height of the wall during the storm this morning. They raised it nearly a foot. Some one told the priest, but not until you were in the field. He has caught one of them, the other got away. As for the fellow himself, his collar-bone is smashed, and the horse all cut to pieces. He couldn"t expect better luck. It was a near thing, though. I don"t know how the mare got over it. She must have known," he added, patting her neck, "what a sc.r.a.pe we were in."