At night he slept under haystacks or hedges, or in empty barns, and thus in time he reached Portsmouth, sore-footed, weary, and hungry, for during the last day his wallet had been empty.
Wandering down the High Street, he pa.s.sed through a large gateway, and out on a common, from whence he caught sight of the blue sea, and several huge ships floating on it, but they were too far out to reach, and he had no money to pay for a boat; and he would have gained nothing had he reached them, for a poor ragged boy like him would not have been received on board. So he went back the way he had come. He asked several people if they could tell him how he could get on board ship, but they must have thought that he was silly, for they smiled and pa.s.sed on.
He had begun to think that he should never obtain his wishes, when close to the Southsea Gate he saw an old apple-woman sitting at her stall.
She brought his mother to mind. She looked kind, too, so he asked her.
Something in his manner touched Old Moll"s heart. She asked him several questions, and then said, "Sure, yes; there"s what they call a training-ship for boys--the old ---, off the Dockyard, at Portsea.
They, maybe, will take you. Here"s sixpence to get aboard; and here-- you look hungry, lad--is some gingerbread and apples--they"ll do you good; and now G.o.d speed you! Go straight on--you can"t miss the way, and come and tell me some day how you"ve fared."
Ned went on through narrow lanes and dirty streets, till he came near the sh.o.r.e of the harbour, which was crowded with vessels of all sizes.
"If one won"t have me, surely another will," he said to himself, as he gazed with wonder at some of the line-of-battle ships. "They must want a precious number of people to fill those great things."
He now began to inquire which was the old ---, where boys were received.
He was told that he couldn"t see her from there--that she was higher up the harbour; but none of the boatmen he spoke to seemed disposed to take him on board. In vain he promised his sixpence. He had gone out to the end of one of the slips from the Common Hard, when two seamen and a sailor lad came down, carrying baskets, evidently full of provisions, and directed one of the boatmen who had just refused him to take them on board the old ---. As they were stepping into the wherry, the boatman beckoned to Ned, and told him that he could now go. He took his seat next to the lad, who, in spite of his own clean white trousers, and blue shirt with worked collar, and fresh straw hat, seemed in no way to despise his ragged dress. In a kind tone he asked Ned why he was going on board. Ned told him.
"Hope you"ll succeed, mate," he observed. "A year ago, I was like you-- only paler and thinner, and maybe fewer clothes to my back--and trembled when I went aloft; and now there are not many aboard can reach the main-truck from the deck before me, or lay out smarter on a yard."
The tide was against them, so that Ned had time to tell his new acquaintances a good deal of his history before they reached the ship.
They all seemed to take an interest in him, especially the lad--a fine, strong ruddy-faced young fellow of sixteen.
"Well, just do you ask for Bill Hudson--that"s me--after you"ve seen the first lieutenant and the doctor; and then I"ll tell you what to do,"
said the latter. "You might lose yourself, do ye see, otherwise, about there."
When they arrived alongside the huge ship, and Ned proffered his sixpence, the men wouldn"t let him pay it, but helped him up the side through the entrance port, when he found himself, for the first time, on the main-deck of a man-of-war. While Bill Hudson went to find the proper person to take him to the officers for examination, he was lost in wonder, looking at the huge guns, with their polished gear, the countless number, it seemed, of boys and men moving about--all so cleanly and neatly dressed--and the spotless decks, white as a wooden platter.
At length he was summoned. He trembled with agitation, for he felt so dirty, and poor, and miserable, that he thought the officers, when they saw him, would quickly turn him out of the ship again. The first lieutenant, however, important as he looked, seemed pleased with his appearance and manner; the surgeon p.r.o.nounced him a healthy, able-bodied lad, fit for the service; but he had brought no certificates of parentage or age. Had he his parents" permission to come to sea? he was asked. They were both dead: he had no friends; but he produced a tin case which had been his father"s. The contents showed that the owner had been a petty officer in the navy, and had borne an excellent character. But another question was put; could he read and write? (No boys could be received at that time unless they possessed those accomplishments.) Poor Ned had to confess that he was ignorant of both arts.
He was finally rejected. There was no help for it; though, as his father"s certificate-case was returned to him, the officers expressed a hope that he might be some day accepted, if he could learn.
He went forward, much dejected, to find Bill Hudson; for this was but small consolation to him. How could he learn to read and write, when all his strength would be required to obtain food for his subsistence?
So he thought.
Bill heard his account of what had happened.
"If you had said that you couldn"t read and write, I could have told you what would happen. But, don"t be cast down, Ned. Little more than three years ago, I couldn"t read nor write, and hadn"t shoes to my feet, and scarce a rag on my back. I was a poor outcast boy, without father or mother--no shelter for my head, and often no food to eat. I picked up a living as I could, holding horses, running errands, when anybody would trust me. I didn"t steal, but I was often and often very near doing so, as I pa.s.sed the butchers", and fruiterers", and bakers"
shops--just to fill my empty stomach. It wasn"t so much because I wouldn"t do it, as because I knew that they kept a sharp look-out, and I should have been caught. At last I thought I would try it on; and I didn"t care if I was sent to prison, for I should have been fed, at all events: but that very day a gentleman pa.s.sing, saw me watching a stall, the owner of which had just left it, as if I was going to take whatever I could grab; and so I was. And he asked me if I was hungry; and he gave me a roll from his pocket, and then he asked me where I lived, and I said "Nowhere;" and then he told me that if I would follow him he would show me where I could get food and shelter, and, might be, clothing and instruction, and means, too, of gaining my livelihood.
Though I didn"t much credit him, I went; and he took me to the Field Lane Ragged School, as it is called; and there I found all he told me, and more. I soon showed them that I didn"t want to eat the bread of idleness, and they got me employment in the day, and in the evening I used to go regularly to the school, and sleep in the Refuge, till I earned enough, by working four days, to go to the day-school for two days; and I soon learned to read and write; and more than that, Ned, I learned what made me a Christian, which I wasn"t before I went there.
For, I tell you, Ned, I was a heathen; I knew no more about G.o.d and his love for man than a block of stone; and I thought that he hated poor people, and sent them all to h.e.l.l, and that there was no use being good.
I did not know that it was sin brought the misery I saw around me into the world, and that G.o.d hates sin, but loves sinners; for if he doesn"t, he"d never have sent his only Son into the world to save them. At last I was asked what trade I would be, and I said, "A sailor;" for I had been reading about the sea, and thought I should like to live on it. So they sent me down here, and I do like it, Ned, right well. And now I"ve told you all this, because I want to ask you if you"d like to go to Field Lane. I tell you it is a blessed place; and a blessed moment it was to me when I entered it. You"d learn to read and write, and be looked after, and learn to gain your daily bread, and be told about G.o.d and Jesus Christ, and how to be happy; and if you don"t know about them, you can"t be happy, that I tell you."
Ned had been much surprised with all he had seen on board ship, but he was more surprised at what Bill told him, though in a different way. He said, certainly that he should like to go there, but how could he? Bill replied that "where there"s a will there"s a way." Many of his shipmates had heard Ned"s history, and were interested in him; and he would speak to the first lieutenant and to some of the officers, who were kind, Christian men, and see what could be done.
Bill Hudson did do his best, and very effectual that was. He had acted as officer"s servant, and saved up some money; and he went round the ship and told Ned"s story; and all who heard it subscribed--some more and some less; and the officers, when they heard his proposal, subscribed very liberally. Ned was invited down to Bill"s mess, and never had he eaten so hearty a dinner.
"No wonder the sailors on board here grow stout and strong, if they have so good a dinner as this every day," he observed.
"It"s the same every day. No banyan days with us, now, in the navy,"
was the answer.
At last Bill Hudson"s plan was matured, and the power granted him for carrying it into execution. Ned was told he must stop on board for tea.
In the evening Bill came to him triumphant.
"It"s all settled," he exclaimed. "You see, Ned, it would never do for you to go up to big London all by yourself, and to wander about, not knowing your way; so I"ve got leave from the first lieutenant to go with you."
"You--you go up to London with me; that will be good!" exclaimed Ned, delighted.
Ned slept on board, and, from the kind way he was treated, wished more than ever to go to sea. He was not aware--happily for himself--that he could have gone to sea, in the merchant service, without being able to read, and that only at that time, when it was resolved to raise the character of the men in the navy, that the rule with regard to reading and writing was enforced.
The next morning--Ned having been supplied, by the contributions of the sailors, with a suit of clothes, a pair of shoes, and a hat, and some shirts and other things in a bundle--the two lads left the ship, and took the first train to London. Bill would have gladly gone on foot, for the sake of economising his funds, so as to leave more with his new friend; but his leave extended only over three days, and he had many things to do.
The boys arrived in due time at London, and Bill employed as much time as he could in showing Ned about town. As evening drew on they repaired to Field Lane, and knocked for admission at the Refuge.
"What? William Hudson come back! What has happened to you, lad?"
exclaimed the porter.
"Yes; it"s myself, sure enough. I"ve come back to ask for a night"s lodging, if there"s room, and to bring this boy, who wants one badly.
Can I see the superintendent?"
"Yes, sure. You know the way, Bill; go on," said the porter, in a kind tone.
The superintendent was very much pleased to see Bill Hudson, and more so to hear the story with which he introduced Ned Burton. He promised, gladly, to look after Ned, and, if he behaved well, to obtain regular employment for him in the neighbourhood.
Bill found, on calculating the amount of his funds, that he might leave some with the superintendent for Ned"s use.
"I don"t distrust you, Ned; but London is an awful wicked place; and if you kept the money, it might be stolen, and you almost murdered for the sake of it," he observed.
The next day the lads went out together, that Bill might introduce Ned to some of the people who used to employ him. Some had forgotten him; some had gone away; but a few remembered him kindly, and promised to help Ned.
Ned could not help shedding tears when Bill wrung his hand, as he was about to start back for Portsmouth. Then, if it had not been for the Refuge, and the superintendent, and the good missionary, and the porter, he would indeed have felt very miserable and forlorn, in the big city; but Field Lane was now to him his home, indeed--his refuge from adversity.
He remembered, however, that he had to work; so he set about finding employment in good earnest. His decent dress and manner were in his favour; and he gained a few pence, though, being a stranger, not so much as he might have gained had he known the ways of London. At night he went back to the Refuge with a thankful heart, and commenced his schooling. He gave his mind to his task, though he found it very hard work, at first, even learning the letters. The next night it was easier, and he was soon able, when waiting for a job, to employ himself by spelling out the names over the shop doors and the words on the advertising papers. Sometimes he could get nothing to do, especially in very bad weather; and then he went to the industrial school at the Refuge, if it was open, or to the day-school; and here he began to understand the great truths about religion, of which he had before been entirely ignorant. To one of the missionaries, who was especially kind to him, he took a great fancy; and to this good man he used to go, whenever he had an opportunity, and ask him questions, and to listen to his addresses. He first here heard the glorious tidings that "G.o.d is love;" and as he saw that beautiful principle carried out in every department of the undertaking, he could not help saying, "Ay, truly, this is G.o.d"s work."
In little more than a year he had learned, by diligent attention, not only to read well, but to write a fair hand, while he had added greatly to his religious and secular knowledge; and, above all, he had become a new creature in Christ Jesus.
One day he received a letter at the Refuge from Bill Hudson. Bill wrote that he had just arrived at Portsmouth in the frigate to which he now belonged, and that if Ned would come down at once, he would see him on board the old ---, where he was sure that he would be received. Bill, moreover, enclosed a sovereign to pay for his journey.
Ned was sorry to leave the Refuge, and yet he rejoiced at the thought of being now able, as he had so long wished, to go to sea. His parting from his friends and journey to Portsmouth need not be described. Bill was at the station to meet him, and at once went with him on board the old ---.
He was, without difficulty, accepted. Bill had advised him to show his father"s certificates. The first lieutenant spoke to him very kindly, when he saw them, and told him that he had known his father, who was a very good man, and he hoped that Ned would follow his example.
Ned Burton was no longer only a good-natured, well-meaning lad; he had now right principles to help him behave well; nor has he in any way disappointed the hopes of those who have taken an interest in his welfare.
CHAPTER EIGHT.
THE GOOD CAPTAIN