There were large iron hooks hanging from the walls and ceiling, and his friend found the numbers on two of them corresponding to those given Lemuel and himself, and bra.s.s checks which they hung around their necks.
"You got to hang your things on that hook, all but your shoes and stockings, and you got to hang on to _them_, yourself. Forty"s your number, and forty"s your hook, and they give you the clothes off"n it in the morning."
He led the way through the corridor into a large room where a row of bath-tubs flanked the wall, half of them filled with bathers, who chatted in tones of subdued cheerfulness under the pleasant excitement of unlimited hot and cold water. As each new-comer appeared, a black boy, perched on a windowsill, jumped down and dashed his head from a large bottle which he carried.
"Free shampoo," explained Lemuel"s mate. "Doctor"s orders. Only you have to do the rubbing yourself. I don"t suppose _you_ need it, but some the pardners here couldn"t sleep without it," he continued, as Lemuel shrank a little from the bottle, and then submitted. "It"s a regular night-cap."
The tramps recognised the humour of the explanation by a laugh, intended to be respectful to the establishment in its control, which spread along their line, and the black boy grinned.
"There ain"t anything mean about the Wayfarer"s Hotel," said the mate, and they all laughed again, a little louder.
Each man, having dried himself from his bath, was given a coa.r.s.e linen night-gown; sometimes it was not quite whole, but it was always clean; and then he gathered up his shoes and stockings and went out.
"Hold on a minute," said the mate to Lemuel, when they left the bath-room. "You ought to see the kitchen," and in his night-gown, with his shoes in his hand, he led Lemuel to the open door which that delicious smell of broth came from. A vast copper-topped boiler was bubbling within, and trying to get its lid off. The odour made Lemuel sick with hunger.
"Refrigerator in the next room," the mate lectured on. "Best beef-chucks in the market; fish for Fridays--we don"t make any man go against his religion, in _this_ house; pots of b.u.t.ter as big as a cheese,--none of your oleomargarine,--the real thing, every time; potatoes and onions and carrots laying around on the floor; barrels of hard-tack; and bread, like sponge,--bounce you up if you was to jump on it,--baked by the women at the Chardon Street Home--oh, I tell you we do things in style here."
A man who sat reading a newspaper in the corner looked up sharply.
"h.e.l.lo, there! what"s wanted?"
"Just dropped in to wish you good night, Jimmy," said Lemuel"s mate.
"You clear out!" said the man good-humouredly, as if to an old acquaintance, who must not be allowed to presume upon his familiarity.
"All right, Jimmy," said the boy. He set his left hand horizontally on its wrist at his left shoulder and cut the air with it in playful menace as the man dropped his eyes again to his paper. "They"re all just so, in this house," he explained to Lemuel. "No nonsense, but good-natured.
_They"re_ all right. They know me."
He mounted two flights of stairs in front of Lemuel to a corridor, where an attendant stood examining the numbers on the bra.s.s checks hung around tramps" necks as they came up with their shoes in their hands. He instructed them that the numbers corresponded to the cots they were to occupy, as well as the hooks where their clothes hung. Some of them seemed hardly able to master the facts. They looked wistfully, like cowed animals, into his face as he made the case clear.
Two vast rooms, exquisitely clean, like the whole house, opened on the right and left of the corridor, and presented long phalanxes of cots, each furnished with two coa.r.s.e blankets, a quilt, and a thin pillow.
"Used to be school-rooms," said Lemuel"s mate, in a low tone.
"Cots thirty-nine and forty," said the attendant, looking at their checks. "Right over there, in the corner."
"Come along," said the mate, leading the way, with the satisfaction of an _habitue_. "Best berth in the room, and about the last they reach in the morning. You see, they got to take us as we come, when they call us, and the last feller in at night"s the first feller out in the morning, because his bed"s the nearest the door."
He did not pull down the blankets of his cot at once, but stretched himself out in the quilt that covered them. "Cool off a little, first,"
he explained. "Well, this is what I call comfort, mate, heigh?"
Lemuel did not answer. He was watching the attendant with a group of tramps who could not find their cots.
"Can"t read, I suppose," said the mate, a little disdainfully. "Well, look at that old chap, will you!" A poor fellow was fumbling with his blankets, as if he did not know quite how to manage them. The attendant had to come to his help, and tuck him in. "Well, there!" exclaimed the mate, lifting himself on his elbow to admire the scene. "I don"t suppose he"s ever been in a decent bed before. Hayloft"s _his_ style, or a board-pile." He sank down again, and went on: "Well, you do see all kinds of folks here, that"s a fact. Sorry there ain"t more in to-night, so "s to give you a specimen. You ought to be here in the winter. Well, it ain"t so lonesome now, in summer, as it used to be. Sometimes I used to have nearly the whole place to myself, summer nights, before they got to pa.s.sin" these laws against tramps in the country, and lockin" "em up when they ketched "em. That drives "em into the city summers, now; because they"re always sure of a night"s rest and a day"s board here if they ask for it. But winter"s the time. You"ll see all these cots full, then. They let on the steam-heat, and it"s comfortable; and it"s always airy and healthy." The vast room was, in fact, perfectly ventilated, and the poor who housed themselves that night, and many well-to-do sojourners in hotels, had reason to envy the vagrants their free lodging.
The mate now got under his quilt, and turned his face toward Lemuel, with one hand under his cheek. "They don"t let _every_body into this room, "s I was tellin" ye. This room is for the big-bugs, you know.
Sometimes a drunk will get in, though, in spite of everything. Why, I"ve seen a drunk at the station-house, when I"ve been gettin" my order for a bed, stiffen up so "t the captain himself thought he was sober; and then I"ve followed him round here, wobblin" and corkscrewin" all over the sidewalk; and then I"ve seen him stiffen up in the office again, and go through his bath like a little man, and get into bed as drunk as a fish; and may be wake up in the night with the man with the poker after him, and make things hum. Well, sir, one night there was a drunk in here that thought the man with the poker was after him, and he just up and jumped out of this window behind you--three stories from the ground."
Lemuel could not help lifting himself in bed to look at it. "Did it kill him?" he asked. "Kill him? _No_! You can"t kill a _drunk_. One night there was a drunk got loose, here, and he run downstairs into the wood-yard, and he got hold of an axe down there, and it took five men to get that axe away from that drunk. He was goin" for the snakes."
"The snakes," repeated Lemuel. "Are there snakes in the wood-yard?"
The other gave a laugh so loud that the attendant called out, "Less noise over there!"
"I"ll tell you about the snakes in the morning," said the mate; and he turned his face away from Lemuel.
The stories of the drunks had made Lemuel a little anxious; but he thought that attendant would keep a sharp lookout, so that there would not really be much danger. He was very drowsy from his bath, in spite of the hunger that tormented him, but he tried to keep awake and think what he should do after breakfast.
IX.
"Come, turn out!" said a voice in his ear, and he started up, to see the great dormitory where he had fallen asleep empty of all but himself and his friend.
"Make out a night"s rest?" asked the latter. "Didn"t I tell you we"d be the last up? Come along!" He preceded Lemuel, still drowsy, down the stairs into the room where they had undressed, and where the tramps were taking each his clothes from their hook, and hustling them on.
"What time is it, Johnny?" asked Lemuel"s mate of the attendant. "I left my watch under my pillow."
"Five o"clock," said the man, helping the poor old fellow who had not known how to get into bed to put on his clothes.
"Well, that"s a pretty good start," said the other. He finished his toilet by belting himself around the waist, and "Come along, mate," he said to Lemuel. "I"ll show you the way to the tool-room."
He led him through the corridor into a chamber of the bas.e.m.e.nt where there were bright rows of wood-saws, and ranks of saw-horses, with heaps of the latter in different stages of construction. "House self-supporting, as far as it can. We don"t want to be beholden to anybody if we can help it. We make our own horses here; but we can"t make our saws, or we would. Ever had much practice with the woodsaw?"
"No," said Lemuel, with a throb of home-sickness, that brought back the hacked log behind the house, and the axe resting against it; "we always chopped our stove-wood."
"Yes, that"s the way in the country. Well, now," said the other, "I"ll show you how to choose a saw. Don"t you be took in by no new saw because it"s bright, and looks pretty. You want to take a saw that"s been filed, and filed away till it ain"t more "n an inch and a half deep; and then you want to tune it up, just so,--like a banjo--not too tight, and not too slack,--and then it"ll slip through a stick o" wood like--lyin"." He selected a saw, and put it in order for Lemuel. "There!" He picked out another. "Here"s _my_ old stand-by!" He took up a saw-horse, at random, to indicate that one need not be critical in that, and led through the open door into the wood-yard, where a score or two of saws were already shrilling and wheezing through the wood.
It was a wide and lofty shed, with piles of cord-wood and slabs at either end, and walled on the farther side with kindling, sawed, split, and piled up with admirable neatness. The place gave out the sweet smell of the woods from the bark of the logs and from the fresh section of their grain. A double rank of saw-horses occupied the middle s.p.a.ce, and beside each horse lay a quarter of a cord of wood, at which the men were toiling in sullen silence for the most part, only exchanging a grunt or snarl of dissatisfaction with one another.
"Morning, mates," said Lemuel"s friend cheerfully, as he entered the shed, and put his horse down beside one of the piles. "Thought we"d look in and see how you was gettin" along. Just stepped round from the Parker House while our breakfast was a-cookin". Hope you all rested well?"
The men paused, with their saws at different slopes in the wood, and looked round. The night before, in the nakedness in which Lemuel had first seen them, the worst of them had the inalienable comeliness of nature, and their faces, softened by their relation to their bodies, were not so bad; they were not so bad, looking from their white nightgowns; but now, clad in their filthy rags, and caricatured out of all native dignity by their motley and misshapen attire, they were a hideous gang, and all the more hideous for the grin that overspread their stubbly muzzles at the boy"s persiflage.
"Don"t let me interrupt you, fellows," he said, flinging a log upon his horse, and dashing his saw gaily into it. "Don"t mind _me!_ I know you hate to lose a minute of this fun; I understand just how you feel about it, and I don"t want you to stand upon ceremony with _me._ Treat me just like one of yourselves, gents. This beechwood is the regular Nova Scotia thing, ain"t it? Tough and knotty! I can"t bear any of your cheap wood-lot stuff from around here. What I want is Nova Scotia wood, every time. Then I feel that I"m gettin" the worth of my money." His log dropped apart on each side of his horse, and he put on another. "Well, mates," he rattled on, "this is lovely, ain"t it? I wouldn"t give up my little quarter of a cord of green Nova Scotia before breakfast for anything; I"ve got into the way of it, and I can"t live without it."
The tramps chuckled at these ironies, and the attendant who looked into the yard now and then did not interfere with them.
The mate went through his stint as rapidly as he talked, and he had nearly finished before Lemuel had half done. He did not offer to help him, but he delayed the remnant of his work, and waited for him to catch up, talking all the while with gay volubility, joking this one and that, and keeping the whole company as cheerful as it was in their dull, sodden nature to be. He had a floating eye that harmonised with his queer, mobile face, and played round on the different figures, but mostly upon Lemuel"s dogged, rustic industry as if it really amused him.
"What"s your lay, after breakfast?" he asked, as they came to the last log together.
"Lay?" repeated Lemuel.
"What you goin" to do?"
"I don"t know; I can"t tell yet."