"Why, then," said d.i.c.k, giving the head-band of his breeches a knowing hoist with one hand, and kicking out one foot behind him to accommodate the adjustment of that important habiliment, "I dares to say the pa.s.s will be kend weel eneugh on the road, an that be all."
"But what sort of a lad was he?" said Mrs. Bickerton, winking to Jeanie, as proud of her knowing Ostler.
"Why, what ken I?--Jim the Rat--why he was c.o.c.k o" the North within this twelmonth--he and Scotch Wilson, Handle Dandie, as they called him--but he"s been out o" this country a while, as I rackon; but ony gentleman, as keeps the road o" this side Stamford, will respect Jim"s pa.s.s."
Without asking farther questions, the landlady filled d.i.c.k Ostler a b.u.mper of Hollands. He ducked with his head and shoulders, sc.r.a.ped with his more advanced hoof, bolted the alcohol, to use the learned phrase, and withdrew to his own domains.
"I would advise thee, Jeanie," said Mrs. Bickerton, "an thou meetest with ugly customers o" the road, to show them this bit paper, for it will serve thee, a.s.sure thyself."
A neat little supper concluded the evening. The exported Scotswoman, Mrs.
Bickerton by name, ate heartily of one or two seasoned dishes, drank some sound old ale, and a gla.s.s of stiff negus; while she gave Jeanie a history of her gout, admiring how it was possible that she, whose fathers and mothers for many generations had been farmers in Lammermuir, could have come by a disorder so totally unknown to them. Jeanie did not choose to offend her friendly landlady, by speaking her mind on the probable origin of this complaint; but she thought on the flesh-pots of Egypt, and, in spite of all entreaties to better fare, made her evening meal upon vegetables, with a gla.s.s of fair water.
Mrs. Bickerton a.s.sured her, that the acceptance of any reckoning was entirely out of the question, furnished her with credentials to her correspondent in London, and to several inns upon the road where she had some influence or interest, reminded her of the precautions she should adopt for concealing her money, and as she was to depart early in the morning, took leave of her very affectionately, taking her word that she would visit her on her return to Scotland, and tell her how she had managed, and that summum bonum for a gossip, "all how and about it." This Jeanie faithfully promised.
CHAPTER FIFTH.
And Need and Misery, Vice and Danger, bind, In sad alliance, each degraded mind.
As our traveller set out early on the ensuing morning to prosecute her journey, and was in the act of leaving the innyard, d.i.c.k Ostler, who either had risen early or neglected to go to bed, either circ.u.mstance being equally incident to his calling, hollowed out after her,--"The top of the morning to you, Moggie. Have a care o" Gunderby Hill, young one.
Robin Hood"s dead and gwone, but there be takers yet in the vale of Bever. Jeanie looked at him as if to request a farther explanation, but, with a leer, a shuffle, and a shrug, inimitable (unless by Emery*), d.i.c.k turned again to the raw-boned steed which he was currying, and sung as he employed the comb and brush,--
"Robin Hood was a yeoman right good, And his bow was of trusty yew; And if Robin said stand on the king"s lea-land, Pray, why should not we say so too?"
* [John Emery, an eminent comedian, played successfully at Covent Garden Theatre between 1798 and 1820. Among his characters, were those of Dandie Dinmont in _Guy Mannering,_ Dougal in _Rob Roy,_ and Ratcliffe in the Heart of _Mid-Lothian._]
Jeanie pursued her journey without farther inquiry, for there was nothing in d.i.c.k"s manner that inclined her to prolong their conference. A painful day"s journey brought her to Ferrybridge, the best inn, then and since, upon the great northern road; and an introduction from Mrs. Bickerton, added to her own simple and quiet manners, so propitiated the landlady of the Swan in her favour, that the good dame procured her the convenient accommodation of a pillion and post-horse then returning to Tuxford, so that she accomplished, upon the second day after leaving York, the longest journey she had yet made. She was a good deal fatigued by a mode of travelling to which she was less accustomed than to walking, and it was considerably later than usual on the ensuing morning that she felt herself able to resume her pilgrimage. At noon the hundred-armed Trent, and the blackened ruins of Newark Castle, demolished in the great civil war, lay before her. It may easily be supposed, that Jeanie had no curiosity to make antiquarian researches, but, entering the town, went straight to the inn to which she had been directed at Ferrybridge. While she procured some refreshment, she observed the girl who brought it to her, looked at her several times with fixed and peculiar interest, and at last, to her infinite surprise, inquired if her name was not Deans, and if she was not a Scotchwoman, going to London upon justice business.
Jeanie, with all her simplicity of character, had some of the caution of her country, and, according to Scottish universal custom, she answered the question by another, requesting the girl would tell her why she asked these questions?
The Maritornes of the Saracen"s Head, Newark, replied, "Two women had pa.s.sed that morning, who had made inquiries after one Jeanie Deans, travelling to London on such an errand, and could scarce be persuaded that she had not pa.s.sed on."
Much surprised and somewhat alarmed (for what is inexplicable is usually alarming), Jeanie questioned the wench about the particular appearance of these two women, but could only learn that the one was aged, and the other young; that the latter was the taller, and that the former spoke most, and seemed to maintain an authority over her companion, and that both spoke with the Scottish accent.
This conveyed no information whatever, and with an indescribable presentiment of evil designed towards her, Jeanie adopted the resolution of taking post-horses for the next stage. In this, however, she could not be gratified; some accidental circ.u.mstances had occasioned what is called a run upon the road, and the landlord could not accommodate her with a guide and horses. After waiting some time, in hopes that a pair of horses that had gone southward would return in time for her use, she at length, feeling ashamed at her own pusillanimity, resolved to prosecute her journey in her usual manner.
"It was all plain road," she was a.s.sured, "except a high mountain called Gunnerby Hill, about three miles from Grantham, which was her stage for the night.
"I"m glad to hear there"s a hill," said Jeanie, "for baith my sight and my very feet are weary o" sic tracts o" level ground--it looks a" the way between this and York as if a" the land had been trenched and levelled, whilk is very wearisome to my Scotch een. When I lost sight of a muckle blue hill they ca" Ingleboro", I thought I hadna a friend left in this strange land."
"As for the matter of that, young woman," said mine host, "an you be so fond o" hill, I carena an thou couldst carry Gunnerby away with thee in thy lap, for it"s a murder to post-horses. But here"s to thy journey, and mayst thou win well through it, for thou is a bold and a canny la.s.s."
So saying, he took a powerful pull at a solemn tankard of home-brewed ale.
"I hope there is nae bad company on the road, sir?" said Jeanie.
"Why, when it"s clean without them I"ll thatch Groby pool wi" pancakes.
But there arena sae mony now; and since they hae lost Jim the Rat, they hold together no better than the men of Marsham when they lost their common. Take a drop ere thou goest," he concluded, offering her the tankard; "thou wilt get naething at night save Grantham gruel, nine grots and a gallon of water."
Jeanie courteously declined the tankard, and inquired what was her "lawing?"
"Thy lawing! Heaven help thee, wench! what ca"st thou that?"
"It is--I was wanting to ken what was to pay," replied Jeanie.
"Pay? Lord help thee!--why nought, woman--we hae drawn no liquor but a gill o" beer, and the Saracen"s Head can spare a mouthful o" meat to a stranger like o" thee, that cannot speak Christian language. So here"s to thee once more. The same again, quoth Mark of Bellgrave," and he took another profound pull at the tankard.
The travellers who have visited Newark more lately, will not fail to remember the remarkably civil and gentlemanly manners of the person who now keeps the princ.i.p.al inn there, and may find some amus.e.m.e.nt in contrasting them with those of his more rough predecessor. But we believe it will be found that the polish has worn off none of the real worth of the metal.
Taking leave of her Lincolnshire Gaius, Jeanie resumed her solitary walk, and was somewhat alarmed when evening and twilight overtook her in the open ground which extends to the foot of Gunnerby Hill, and is intersected with patches of copse and with swampy spots. The extensive commons on the north road, most of which are now enclosed, and in general a relaxed state of police, exposed the traveller to a highway robbery in a degree which is now unknown, except in the immediate vicinity of the metropolis. Aware of this circ.u.mstance, Jeanie mended her pace when she heard the trampling of a horse behind, and instinctively drew to one side of the road, as if to allow as much room for the rider to pa.s.s as might be possible. When the animal came up, she found that it was bearing two women, the one placed on a side-saddle, the other on a pillion behind her, as may still occasionally be seen in England.
"A braw good-night to ye, Jeanie Deans," said the foremost female as the horse pa.s.sed our heroine; "What think ye o" yon bonny hill yonder, lifting its brow to the moon? Trow ye yon"s the gate to heaven, that ye are sae fain of?--maybe we will win there the night yet, G.o.d sain us, though our minny here"s rather dreigh in the upgang."
The speaker kept changing her seat in the saddle, and half stopping the horse as she brought her body round, while the woman that sate behind her on the pillion seemed to urge her on, in words which Jeanie heard but imperfectly.
"Hand your tongue, ye moon-raised b----! what is your business with ----, or with heaven or h.e.l.l either?"
"Troth, mither, no muckle wi" heaven, I doubt, considering wha I carry ahint me--and as for h.e.l.l, it will fight its ain battle at its ain time, I"se be bound.--Come, naggie, trot awa, man, an as thou wert a broomstick, for a witch rides thee--
With my curtch on my foot, and my shoe on my hand, I glance like the wildfire through brugh and through land."
The tramp of the horse, and the increasing distance, drowned the rest of her song, but Jeanie heard for some time the inarticulate sounds ring along the waste.
Our pilgrim remained stupified with undefined apprehensions. The being named by her name in so wild a manner, and in a strange country, without farther explanation or communing, by a person who thus strangely flitted forward and disappeared before her, came near to the supernatural sounds in Comus:--
The airy tongues, which syllable men"s names On sands, and sh.o.r.es, and desert wildernesses.
And although widely different in features, deportment, and rank, from the Lady of that enchanting masque, the continuation of the pa.s.sage may be happily applied to Jeanie Deans upon this singular alarm:--
These thoughts may startle well, but not astound The virtuous mind, that ever walks attended By a strong siding champion--Conscience.
In fact, it was, with the recollection of the affectionate and dutiful errand on which she was engaged, her right, if such a word could be applicable, to expect protection in a task so meritorious. She had not advanced much farther, with a mind calmed by these reflections, when she was disturbed by a new and more instant subject of terror. Two men, who had been lurking among some copse, started up as she advanced, and met her on the road in a menacing manner. "Stand and deliver," said one of them, a short stout fellow, in a smock-frock, such as are worn by waggoners.
"The woman," said the other, a tall thin figure, "does not understand the words of action.--Your money, my precious, or your life."
"I have but very little money, gentlemen," said poor Jeanie, tendering that portion which she had separated from her princ.i.p.al stock, and kept apart for such an emergency; "but if you are resolved to have it, to be sure you must have it."
"This won"t do, my girl. D--n me, if it shall pa.s.s!" said the shorter ruffian; "do ye think gentlemen are to hazard their lives on the road to be cheated in this way? We"ll have every farthing you have got, or we will strip you to the skin, curse me."
His companion, who seemed to have something like compa.s.sion for the horror which Jeanie"s countenance now expressed, said, "No, no, Tom, this is one of the precious sisters, and we"ll take her word, for once, without putting her to the stripping proof--Hark ye, my la.s.s, if ye look up to heaven, and say, this is the last penny you have about ye, why, hang it, we"ll let you pa.s.s."
"I am not free," answered Jeanie, "to say what I have about me, gentlemen, for there"s life and death depends on my journey; but if you leave me as much as finds me bread and water, I"ll be satisfied, and thank you, and pray for you."
"D--n your prayers!" said the shorter fellow, "that"s a coin that won"t pa.s.s with us;" and at the same time made a motion to seize her.
"Stay, gentlemen," Ratcliffe"s pa.s.s suddenly occurring to her; "perhaps you know this paper."