"Well," continued Dacres, "there was something so confoundedly bewitching in the little girl"s face that I found myself keeping on at a slow pace in the rear of the carriage, and feasting on her looks. Of course I wasn"t rude about it or demonstrative."
"Oh, of course. No demonstration. It"s nothing to ride behind a carriage for several hours, and "feast" one"s self on a pretty girl"s looks! But go on, old man."
"Oh, I managed it without giving offense. You see, there was such a beastly lot of pigs, peasants, cows, dirty children, lazaroni, and all that sort of thing, that it was simply impossible to go any faster; so you see I was compelled to ride behind. Sometimes, indeed, I fell a good distance back."
"And then caught up again to resume the "feast?""
"Well--yes."
"But I don"t see what this has to do with your going to Vesuvius."
"It has every thing to do. You see, I started without any fixed purpose, and after I saw this carriage, I kept on insensibly after it."
"Oh, I see--yes. By Jove!"
"And they drove up as far as they could."
"Yes?"
"And I followed. You see, I had nothing else to do--and that little girl! Besides, it was the most natural thing in the world for me to be going up; and the fact that I was bent on the same errand as themselves was sufficient to account for my being near the carriage, and would prevent them from supposing that I was following them. So, you see, I followed, and at length they stopped at the Hermitage. I left my horse there, and strolled forward, without going very far away; my only idea was to keep the girl in sight. I had no idea that they would go any further. To ascend the cone seemed quite out of the question. I thought they would rest at the Hermitage, drink some Lachryma Christi, and go back. But to my surprise, as I was walking about, I saw the two young ladies come out and go toward the cone.
"I kept out of the way, as you may suppose, and watched them, wondering what idea they had. As they pa.s.sed I heard the younger one--the child-angel, you know, _my_ girl--teasing the other to make the ascent of the cone, and the other seemed to be quite ready to agree to the proposal.
"Now, as far as the mere ascent is concerned, of course you know _that_ is not much. The guides were there with straps and chairs, and that sort of thing, all ready, so that there was no difficulty about that. The real difficulty was in these girls going off unattended; and I could only account for it by supposing that the chaperon knew nothing whatever about their proposal. No doubt the old lady was tired, and the young ones went out, as _she_ supposed, for a stroll; and now, as _they_ proposed, this stroll meant nothing less than an ascent of the cone. After all, there is nothing surprising in the fact that a couple of active and spirited girls should attempt this. From the Hermitage it does not seem to be at all difficult, and they had no idea of the actual nature of the task.
"What made it worse, however, was the state of the mountain at this particular time. I don"t know whether you have taken the trouble to raise your eyes so high as the top of Vesuvius--"
Hawbury languidly shook his head.
"Well, I supposed not; but if you had taken the trouble, you would have noticed an ugly cloud which is generally regarded here as ominous. This morning, you know, there was an unusually large canopy of very dirty smoke overhead. I knew by the look of things that it was not a very pleasant place to go to. But of course they could not be supposed to know any thing of the kind, and their very ignorance made them rash.
"Well, I walked along after them, not knowing what might turn up, but determined to keep them in sight. Those beggars with chairs were not to be trusted, and the ladies had gold enough about them to tempt violence. What a reckless old devil of a chaperon she was, to let those young girls go! So I walked on, cursing all the time the conventionalities of civilization that prevented me from giving them warning. They were rushing straight on into danger, and I had to keep silent.
"On reaching the foot of the cone a lot of fellows came up to them, with chairs and straps, and that sort of thing. They employed some of them, and, mounting the chairs, they were carried up, while I walked up by myself at a distance from which I could observe all that was going on. The girls were quite merry, appeared to be enchanted with their ride up the cone, enjoyed the novelty of the sensation, and I heard their lively chatter and their loud peals of ringing laughter, and longed more than ever to be able to speak to them.
"Now the little girl that I had first seen--the child-angel, you know--seemed, to my amazement, to be more adventurous than the other.
By her face you would suppose her to be as timid as a dove, and yet on this occasion she was the one who proposed the ascent, urged on her companion, and answered all her objections. Of course she could not have really been so plucky as she seemed. For my part, I believe the other one had more real pluck of the two, but it was the child-angel"s ignorance that made her so bold. She went up the cone as she would have gone up stairs, and looked at the smoke as she would have looked at a rolling cloud.
"At length the bearers stopped, and signified to the girls that they could not go any further. The girls could not speak Italian, or any other language apparently than English, and therefore could not very well make out what the bearers were trying to say, but by their gestures they might have known that they were warning them against going any further. One might have supposed that no warning would have been needed, and that one look upward would have been enough. The top of the cone rose for upward of a hundred feet above them, its soil composed of lava blocks and ashes intermingled with sulphur. In this soil there were a million cracks and crevices, from which sulphurous smoke was issuing; and the smoke, which was but faint and thin near where they stood, grew denser farther up, till it intermingled with the larger volumes that rolled up from the crater.
"Now, as I stood there, I suddenly heard a wild proposal from the child-angel.
""Oh, Ethel," she said, "I"ve a great mind to go up--""
Here Hawbury interrupted his friend:
"What"s that? Was that her friend"s name?" he asked, with some animation. "Ethel?--odd, too. Ethel? H"m. Ethel? Brunette, was she?"
"Yes."
"Odd, too; infernally odd. But, pooh! what rot! Just as though there weren"t a thousand Ethels!"
"What"s that you"re saying about Ethel?" asked Dacres.
"Oh, nothing, old man. Excuse my interrupting you. Go ahead. How did it end?"
"Well, the child-angel said, "Ethel, I"ve a great mind to go up."
"This proposal Ethel scouted in horror and consternation.
""You must not--you shall not!" she cried.
""Oh, it"s nothing, it"s nothing," said the child-angel. "I"m dying to take a peep into the crater. It must be awfully funny. Do come; do, do come, Ethel darling."
""Oh, Minnie, don"t," cried the other, in great alarm. And I now learned that the child-angel"s name was Minnie. "Minnie," she cried, clinging to the child-angel, "you must not go. I would not have come up if I had thought you would be so unreasonable."
""Ethel," said the other, "you are really getting to be quite a scold.
How ridiculous it is in you to set yourself up in this place as a duenna! How can I help going up? and only one peep. And I never saw a crater in my life, and I"m dying to know what it looks like. I know it"s awfully funny; and it"s horrid in you to be so unkind about it.
And I really must go. Won"t you come? Do, do, dear--dearest darling, do--do--do!"
"Ethel was firm, however, and tried to dissuade the other, but to no purpose; for at length, with a laugh, the child-angel burst away, and skipped lightly up the slope toward the crater.
""Just one peep," she said. "Come, Ethel, I must, I really must, you know."
"She turned for an instant as she said this, and I saw the glory of her child-face as it was irradiated by a smile of exquisite sweetness.
The play of feature, the light of her eyes, and the expression of innocence and ignorance unconscious of danger, filled me with profound sadness. And there was I, standing alone, seeing that sweet child flinging herself to ruin, and yet unable to prevent her, simply because I was bound hand and foot by the infernal restrictions of a miserable and a senseless conventionality. Dash it, I say!"
As Dacres growled out this Hawbury elevated his eyebrows, and stroked his long, pendent whiskers lazily with his left hand, while with his right he drummed on the table near him.
"Well," resumed Dacres, "the child-angel ran up for some distance, leaving Ethel behind. Ethel called after her for some time, and then began to follow her up. Meanwhile the guides, who had thus far stood apart, suddenly caught sight of the child-angel"s figure, and, with a loud warning cry, they ran after her. They seemed to me, however, to be a lazy lot, for they scarce got up as far as the place where Ethel was. Now, you know, all this time I was doomed to inaction. But at this juncture I strolled carelessly along, pretending not to see any thing in particular; and so, taking up an easy att.i.tude, I waited for the denouement. It was a terrible position too. That child-angel! I would have laid down my life for her, but I had to stand idle, and see her rush to fling her life away. And all because I had not happened to have the mere formality of an introduction."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "I SAW HER TURN AND WAVE HER HAND IN TRIUMPH."]
"Well, you know, I stood there waiting for the denouement. Now it happened that, as the child-angel went up, a brisk breeze had started, which blew away all the smoke, so that she went along for some distance without any apparent inconvenience. I saw her reach the top; I saw her turn and wave her hand in triumph. Then I saw her rush forward quickly and nimbly straight toward the crater. She seemed to go down into it. And then the wind changed or died away, or both, for there came a vast cloud of rolling smoke, black, cruel, suffocating; and the mountain crest and the child-angel were s.n.a.t.c.hed from my sight.
"I was roused by a shriek from Ethel. I saw her rush up the slope, and struggle in a vain endeavor to save her friend. But before she had taken a dozen steps down came the rolling smoke, black, wrathful, and sulphurous; and I saw her crouch down and stagger back, and finally emerge pale as death, and gasping for breath. She saw me as I stood there; in fact, I had moved a little nearer.
""Oh, Sir," she cried, "save her! Oh, my G.o.d, she"s lost!"
"This was very informal, you know, and all that sort of thing; but _she_ had broken the ice, and had accosted _me_; so I waived all ceremony, and considered the introduction sufficient. I took off my hat, and told her to calm herself.
"But she only wrung her hands, and implored me to save her friend.
"And now, my boy, lucky was it for me that my experience at Cotopaxi and Popocatepetl had been so thorough and so peculiar. My knowledge came into play at this time. I took my felt hat and put it over my mouth, and then tied it around my neck so that the felt rim came over my cheeks and throat. Thus I secured a plentiful supply of air, and the felt acted as a kind of ventilator to prevent the access to my lungs of too much of the sulphurous vapor. Of course such a contrivance would not be good for more than five minutes; but then, you know, five minutes were all that I wanted.
"So up I rushed, and, as the slope was only about a hundred feet, I soon reached the top. Here I could see nothing whatever. The tremendous smoke-clouds rolled all about on every side, enveloping me in their dense folds, and shutting every thing from view. I heard the cry of the a.s.ses of guides, who were howling where I left them below, and were crying to me to come back--the infernal idiots! The smoke was impenetrable; so I got down on my hands and knees and groped about. I was on her track, and knew she could not be far away. I could not spend more than five minutes there, for my felt hat would not a.s.sist me any longer. About two minutes had already pa.s.sed. Another minute was taken up in creeping about on my hands and knees. A half minute more followed. I was in despair. The child-angel I saw must have run in much further than I had supposed, and perhaps I could not find her at all. A sickening fear came to me that she had grown dizzy, or had slid down over the loose sand into the terrific abyss of the crater itself. So another half minute pa.s.sed; and now only one minute was left."
"I don"t see how you managed to be so confoundedly accurate in your reckoning. How was it? You didn"t carry your watch in one hand, and feel about with the other, I suppose?"