It grieved me to know it.
"An" now, Dannie, lad," quoth my uncle, aloud, with a thirsty rubbing of the hands and a grin to match, "fetch the bottle. The bottle, b"y!
"Tis time for growed men t" pledge the v"y"ge. A bit nippy, parson man? The bottle, Dannie!"
"Bottle?" cries my tutor. "Why, really, you know, Skipper Nicholas, I--"
"Is you much give t" the use o" fo"c"s"les, parson?" my uncle interrupted.
My tutor was not.
"Then," says my uncle, grimly, "you"ll be wantin" a drap."
"Twas true enough, by my uncle"s mysterious perversity: a drop would be wanted, indeed.
"Dannie, lad," he commanded, "fetch that there bottle!"
Cather tossed his head, with a brief little laugh, and then, resigned to my uncle"s idiosyncrasy--divining the importance of it--gave me a quick nod of permission: the which I was glad to get, aware, as I was, of the hospitable meaning of my uncle"s invitation and his sensitiveness in respect to its reception. So I got the ill-seeming black bottle from the locker, the tray and gla.s.ses and little brown jug from the pantry, the napkin from Agatha, in a flutter in the kitchen, and having returned to the best room, where the tutor awaited the event in some apparent trepidation, I poured my uncle"s dram, and measured an hospitable gla.s.s for Cather, but with less generous hand, not knowing his capacity, but shrewdly suspecting its inferiority. The gla.s.ses glittered invitingly in the light of the fire and lamp, and the red liquor lay glowing within: an attractive draught, no doubt--to warm, upon that windy night, and to appetize for the belated meat.
"T" you, parson!" says my uncle.
I touched the tutor"s elbow.
"Water?" says he, in doubt. "Is it the custom?"
"Leave un be, Dannie."
"Whatever the custom," my tutor began, "of course--"
""Tis wise," I ventured; minded to this by the man"s awkward handling of the gla.s.s.
"For shame, Dannie!" cries my uncle. "Leave the parson take his liquor as he will. "Tis easy t" see he likes it neat."
Cather was amused.
"T" you, parson!" says my uncle.
The tutor laughed as he raised the gla.s.s of clear rum. I watched him with misgiving, alive to all the signs of raw procedure--the crook of his elbow, the tilt of the gla.s.s, the lift of his head. "To you, sir!"
said he: and resolutely downed it. "Twas impressive then, I recall, to observe his face--the spasm of shock and surprise, the touch of incredulity, of reproachful complaint, as that hard liquor coursed into his belly. "Twas over in a moment--the wry mouth of it, the shudder--"twas all over in a flash. My tutor commanded his features, as rarely a man may, into stoical disregard of his internal sensations, and stood rigid, but calm, gripping the back of his chair, his teeth set, his lips congealed in an unmeaning grin, his eyes, which ran water against his will, fixed in mild reproach upon my beaming uncle, turning but once, I recall, to my solicitous self. With no unseemly outbreak--with but an inconsequent ahem and a flirt of his handkerchief over his lips--he returned to his composure. He would never again drink rum with my uncle, nor any other liquor, through all the years of our intimate connection; but this mattered not at all, since he had in the beginning pledged the old man"s health with honor to himself. I was glad, however, that on the windy night of our meeting he was no more put out; for I wished him safe within my uncle"s regard, and knew, as I knew my uncle and the standards of our land, that he had by this gallant conduct achieved the exalted station. "Twas a test of adaptability (as my uncle held), and of manhood, too, of which, as a tenet, taught me by that primitive philosopher, I am not able, bred as I am, to rid myself to this very day.
"Parson," said my uncle, solemnly, advancing upon the tutor, "ye _done_ it, and ye done it _well_! Shake, shipmate--shake!"
The bell tinkled.
"Is that dinner?" cries my tutor. "Jove! but I _am_ on edge."
We moved into the dining-room, myself pitying the man in a heartfelt way for his stomach"s sake. "Twas unkind in my uncle to sharpen his appet.i.te with red rum.
My uncle stumped ahead, his wooden leg as blithe as the sound one, and was waiting in his humble quarters, with a gnome-like leer of expectation, when we entered. Neither my watch, set with its shy jewels, nor my sparkling fingers, nor the cut and quality and fit of my London-made clothes, which came close to perfection, nor anything concerning me, had caused my tutor even so much as to lift an eyebrow of surprise; but the appearance of the table, laid in the usual way, gave him an indubitable fit of amazement: for, as was our custom on the neck of land by the Lost Soul, at the one end, where sat the luxurious Dannie Callaway, by no will of his own, was the glitter of silver, the flash and glow of delicate china, a flower or more from our garden, exquisite napery, the bounties of the kindly earth, whatever the cost; but at the other (the napery abruptly ceasing at the centre of the table because of the wear and tear that might chance) was set out, upon coa.r.s.e ware, even to tin, fare of common description, forecastle fare, fisherman fare, unrelieved by any grace of flower or linen or glitter of gla.s.s, by any grace at all, save the grace of a black bottle, which, according to my experience, was sufficient to my uncle and such rough folk as dined with him. "Twas no cause for surprise to me, to whom the enigma had been familiar from the beginning; but my tutor, come suddenly against the puzzle, was nonplussed, small blame to him.
"Parson," says my uncle, "_you_--goes steerage!"
My tutor started, regarded my uncle with a little jerk of astonishment; and his eyebrows went high--but still conveyed no more than polite inquiry. "I beg your pardon?" he apologized.
"Steerage, parson!" my uncle repeated. "Steerage pa.s.sage, sir, the night!"
"Really!"
""Tis the same as sayin"," I made haste to explain, "that you dines along o" Uncle Nick at _his_ end."
The tutor was faintly amused.
"Steerage the night, parson; cabin the morrow," said my uncle. "Ye"ll live high, lad, when ye"re put in the cabin. Lord love ye, parson! but the feedin" there is fair scandalous. "Twould never do t" have the news of it go abroad. An" as for the liquor! why, parson," he proceeded, tapping my tutor on the breast, to impress the amazing disclosure, while we stood awkwardly, "Dannie haves a locker o" wine as old as your grandmother, in this here very room, waitin" for un t"
grow up; an" he"ll broach it, parson, like a gentleman--he"ll broach it for you, when you"re moved aft. But bein" shipped from the morrow, accordin" t" articles, signed, sealed, an" delivered," he added, gravely, ""twouldn"t be just quite right, accordin" t" the lay o"
fac"s you"re not in the way o" knowin", t" have ye feed along o"
Dannie the night. "Twouldn"t be right, "twouldn"t be honest, as I sees it in the light o" them fac"s; _not_," he repeated, in a whisper, ghostly with the awe and mystery of it, so that the tutor stared alarmed, "accordin" t" them d.a.m.ned remarkable fac"s, as I _sees_ un!
But I"ve took ye in, parson--_I"ve_ took ye in!" he cried, with a beaming welcome, to which my tutor instantly responded. "Ye"ll find it snug an" plenty in the steerage, an" no questions asked. No questions," he repeated, with a wink of obscure meaning, "asked.
They"s junk an" cabbage, lad, with plum-duff t" top off with, for a bit of a treat, an" rum--why parson! as for the rum, "tis as free as water! Sit ye," says he, "an" fall to!" his face all broken into smiles. "Fall to, parson, an" spare nothin". Better the salt-junk o"
toil," he improvised, in bold imitation of the Scripture, to my tutor"s further astonishment, "than the ice-cream o" crime!"
My tutor helplessly nodded.
"Ol" Nick Top," says my uncle, "is on"y a hook-an"-line man, an" fares hard, as fishermen must; but little ol" Dannie Callaway, sittin" there in that little cabin o" his, is a d.a.m.n little gentleman, sir, an"
feeds off the best, as them big-bugs will."
We fell to.
"Wild night," my tutor remarked.
"Twas blowing wildly, indeed: the wind come to the east--sweeping in from the vast gray sea, with black rain to fling at the world. The windows rattled as the gusts went crying past the cottage. But a warm glow, falling from the lamp above the table, and the fire, crackling and snorting in the grate, put the power of the gale to shame. "Twas cosey where we sat: warm, light, dry, with hunger driven off--a cosey place on a bitter night: a peace and comfort to thank the good G.o.d for, with many a schooner off our coast, from Chidley to the Baccalieu light, riding out the gale, in a smother of broken water, with a rocky sh.o.r.e and a flash of breakers to leeward. Born as I am--Newfoundlander to the marrow of my body and the innermost parts of my soul--my heart puts to sea, unfailingly, whatever the ease and security of my place, when the wind blows high in the night and the great sea rages. "Tis a fine heritage we have, we outport Newfoundlanders--this feeling for the toss and tumult and dripping cold of the sea: this sympathy, born of self-same experience. I"d not exchange it, with the riches of cities to boot, for the thin-lipped, gray, cold-eyed astuteness, the pomp and splendid masks, of the marts and avenues I have seen in my time. I"d be a Newfoundlander, outport born, outport bred, of outport strength and tenderness of heart, of outport sincerity, had I my birth to choose....
"Dannie," says my uncle, peering inquisitively into the cabin, "how d"ye like that there fresh beef?"
"Twas good.
"He likes it!" cries my uncle, delighted. "Parson, he likes it. Hear un? He likes it. An" "tis paid for, parson--paid for! Dannie," says he, again leaning forward, eyes bent upon my plates, "how d"ye like them there fresh greens? Eh, lad?"
They were very good.
"An" paid for, parson--all paid for!"
My tutor, poor man! stared agape, his knife and fork laid by; for my uncle, become now excited and most indiscreet, was in a manner the most perplexing--and in some mysterious indication--pointing, thumb down, towards the oil-cloth that floored the room, or to the rocks beneath, which the wind ran over, the house being set on spiles, or to the bowels of the earth, as you may choose. "Twas a familiar thing to me--the mystery of the turned thumb and spasmodic indication, the appearance, too, at such times, of my uncle"s eyes: round, protruding, alight with wicked admiration, starting from the scars and bristles and disfigurements of his face, but yet reflecting awe, as of some unholy daring, to be mightily suffered for in due time. But "twas not familiar to my tutor, nor, doubtless, had ever occurred to his imagination, sophisticated as he may have thought it; he could do nothing but withstand the amazement as best he might, and that in a mean, poor way, as he gazed alternately upon my uncle"s flushed and deeply stirred countenance and upon my own saddened, aged face, speaking its ancient bewilderment. I pitied his disquietude, rather: for he was come from abroad to our coast--and could not understand.
"Dannie, lad," my uncle anxiously inquired, "_can_ it be that you likes them there fresh carrots?"