"Tell "em about how you saw "em," said Sally.
"Wal", yes," said Captain Kittridge; "once when I was to the Bahamas,--it was one Sunday morning in June, the first Sunday in the month,--we cast anchor pretty nigh a reef of coral, and I was jist a-sittin" down to read my Bible, when up comes a merman over the side of the ship, all dressed as fine as any old beau that ever ye see, with c.o.c.ked hat and silk stockings, and shoe-buckles, and his clothes were sea-green, and his shoe-buckles shone like diamonds."
"Do you suppose they were diamonds, really?" said Sally.
"Wal", child, I didn"t ask him, but I shouldn"t be surprised, from all I know of their ways, if they was," said the Captain, who had now got so wholly into the spirit of his fiction that he no longer felt embarra.s.sed by the minister"s presence, nor saw the look of amus.e.m.e.nt with which he was listening to him in his chimney-corner. "But, as I was sayin", he came up to me, and made the politest bow that ever ye see, and says he, "Cap"n Kittridge, I presume," and says I, "Yes, sir." "I"m sorry to interrupt your reading," says he; and says I, "Oh, no matter, sir." "But," says he, "if you would only be so good as to move your anchor. You"ve cast anchor right before my front-door, and my wife and family can"t get out to go to meetin".""
"Why, do they go to meeting in the bottom of the sea?" said Moses.
"Law, bless you sonny, yes. Why, Sunday morning, when the sea was all still, I used to hear the ba.s.s-viol a-soundin" down under the waters, jist as plain as could be,--and psalms and preachin". I"ve reason to think there"s as many hopefully pious mermaids as there be folks," said the Captain.
"But," said Moses, "you said the anchor was before the front-door, so the family couldn"t get out,--how did the merman get out?"
"Oh! he got out of the scuttle on the roof," said the Captain, promptly.
"And did you move your anchor?" said Moses.
"Why, child, yes, to be sure I did; he was such a gentleman I wanted to oblige him,--it shows you how important it is always to be polite," said the Captain, by way of giving a moral turn to his narrative.
Mr. Sewell, during the progress of this story, examined the Captain with eyes of amused curiosity. His countenance was as fixed and steady, and his whole manner of reciting as matter-of-fact and collected, as if he were relating some of the every-day affairs of his boat-building.
"Wal", Sally," said the Captain, rising, after his yarn had proceeded for an indefinite length in this manner, "you and I must be goin". I promised your ma you shouldn"t be up late, and we have a long walk home,--besides it"s time these little folks was in bed."
The children all clung round the Captain, and could hardly be persuaded to let him go.
When he was gone, Mrs. Pennel took the little ones to their nest in an adjoining room.
Mr. Sewell approached his chair to that of Captain Pennel, and began talking to him in a tone of voice so low, that we have never been able to make out exactly what he was saying. Whatever it might be, however, it seemed to give rise to an anxious consultation. "I did not think it advisable to tell _any_ one this but yourself, Captain Pennel. It is for you to decide, in view of the probabilities I have told you, what you will do."
"Well," said Zephaniah, "since you leave it to me, I say, let us keep him. It certainly seems a marked providence that he has been thrown upon us as he has, and the Lord seemed to prepare a way for him in our hearts. I am well able to afford it, and Mis" Pennel, she agrees to it, and on the whole I don"t think we"d best go back on our steps; besides, our little Mara has thrived since he came under our roof. He is, to be sure, kind o" masterful, and I shall have to take him off Mis" Pennel"s hands before long, and put him into the sloop. But, after all, there seems to be the makin" of a man in him, and when we are called away, why he"ll be as a brother to poor little Mara. Yes, I think it"s best as "t is."
The minister, as he flitted across the bay by moonlight, felt relieved of a burden. His secret was locked up as safe in the breast of Zephaniah Pennel as it could be in his own.
CHAPTER XIII
BOY AND GIRL
Zephaniah Pennel was what might be called a Hebrew of the Hebrews.
New England, in her earlier days, founding her inst.i.tutions on the Hebrew Scriptures, bred better Jews than Moses could, because she read Moses with the amendments of Christ.
The state of society in some of the districts of Maine, in these days, much resembled in its spirit that which Moses labored to produce in ruder ages. It was entirely democratic, simple, grave, hearty, and sincere,--solemn and religious in its daily tone, and yet, as to all material good, full of wholesome thrift and prosperity. Perhaps, taking the average ma.s.s of the people, a more healthful and desirable state of society never existed. Its better specimens had a simple Doric grandeur unsurpa.s.sed in any age. The bringing up a child in this state of society was a far more simple enterprise than in our modern times, when the factious wants and aspirations are so much more developed.
Zephaniah Pennel was as high as anybody in the land. He owned not only the neat little schooner, "Brilliant," with divers small fishing-boats, but also a snug farm, adjoining the brown house, together with some fresh, juicy pasture-lots on neighboring islands, where he raised mutton, unsurpa.s.sed even by the English South-down, and wool, which furnished homespun to clothe his family on all every-day occasions.
Mrs. Pennel, to be sure, had silks and satins, and flowered India chintz, and even a Cashmere shawl, the fruits of some of her husband"s earlier voyages, which were, however, carefully stowed away for occasions so high and mighty, that they seldom saw the light. _Not to wear best things every day_ was a maxim of New England thrift as little disputed as any verse of the catechism; and so Mrs. Pennel found the stuff gown of her own dyeing and spinning so respectable for most purposes, that it figured even in the meeting-house itself, except on the very finest of Sundays, when heaven and earth seemed alike propitious. A person can well afford to wear homespun stuff to meeting, who is buoyed up by a secret consciousness of an abundance of fine things that could be worn, if one were so disposed, and everybody respected Mrs. Pennel"s homespun the more, because they thought of the things she didn"t wear.
As to advantages of education, the island, like all other New England districts, had its common school, where one got the key of knowledge,--for having learned to read, write, and cipher, the young fellow of those regions commonly regarded himself as in possession of all that a man needs, to help himself to any further acquisitions he might desire. The boys then made fishing voyages to the Banks, and those who were so disposed took their books with them. If a boy did not wish to be bored with study, there was n.o.body to force him; but if a bright one saw visions of future success in life lying through the avenues of knowledge, he found many a leisure hour to pore over his books, and work out the problems of navigation directly over the element they were meant to control.
Four years having glided by since the commencement of our story, we find in the brown house of Zephaniah Pennel a tall, well-knit, handsome boy of ten years, who knows no fear of wind or sea; who can set you over from Orr"s Island to Harpswell, either in sail or row-boat, he thinks, as well as any man living; who knows every rope of the schooner Brilliant, and fancies he could command it as well as "father" himself; and is supporting himself this spring, during the tamer drudgeries of driving plough, and dropping potatoes, with the glorious vision of being taken this year on the annual trip to "the Banks," which comes on after planting. He reads fluently,--witness the "Robinson Crusoe," which never departs from under his pillow, and Goldsmith"s "History of Greece and Rome," which good Mr. Sewell has lent him,--and he often brings shrewd criticisms on the character and course of Romulus or Alexander into the common current of every-day life, in a way that brings a smile over the grave face of Zephaniah, and makes Mrs. Pennel think the boy certainly ought to be sent to college.
As for Mara, she is now a child of seven, still adorned with long golden curls, still looking dreamily out of soft hazel eyes into some unknown future not her own. She has no dreams for herself--they are all for Moses. For his sake she has learned all the womanly little accomplishments which Mrs. Kittridge has dragooned into Sally. She knits his mittens and his stockings, and hems his pocket-handkerchiefs, and aspires to make his shirts all herself. Whatever book Moses reads, forthwith she aspires to read too, and though three years younger, reads with a far more precocious insight.
Her little form is slight and frail, and her cheek has a clear transparent brilliancy quite different from the rounded one of the boy; she looks not exactly in ill health, but has that sort of transparent appearance which one fancies might be an attribute of fairies and sylphs. All her outward senses are finer and more acute than his, and finer and more delicate all the attributes of her mind. Those who contend against giving woman the same education as man do it on the ground that it would make the woman unfeminine, as if Nature had done her work so slightly that it could be so easily raveled and knit over.
In fact, there is a masculine and a feminine element in all knowledge, and a man and a woman put to the same study extract only what their nature fits them to see, so that knowledge can be fully orbed only when the two unite in the search and share the spoils.
When Moses was full of Romulus and Numa, Mara pondered the story of the nymph Egeria--sweet parable, in which lies all we have been saying. Her trust in him was boundless. He was a constant hero in her eyes, and in her he found a steadfast believer as to all possible feats and exploits to which he felt himself competent, for the boy often had privately a.s.sured her that he could command the Brilliant as well as father himself.
Spring had already come, loosing the chains of ice in all the bays and coves round Harpswell, Orr"s Island, Maquoit, and Middle Bay. The magnificent spruces stood forth in their gala-dresses, tipped on every point with vivid emerald; the silver firs exuded from their tender shoots the fragrance of ripe pineapple; the white pines shot forth long weird fingers at the end of their fringy boughs; and even every little mimic evergreen in the shadows at their feet was made beautiful by the addition of a vivid border of green on the sombre coloring of its last year"s leaves. Arbutus, fragrant with its clean, wholesome odors, gave forth its thousand dewy pink blossoms, and the trailing Linnea borealis hung its pendent twin bells round every mossy stump and old rock damp with green forest mould. The green and vermilion matting of the partridge-berry was impearled with white velvet blossoms, the checkerberry hung forth a translucent bell under its varnished green leaf, and a thousand more fairy bells, white or red, hung on blueberry and huckleberry bushes. The little Pearl of Orr"s Island had wandered many an hour gathering bouquets of all these, to fill the brown house with sweetness when her grandfather and Moses should come in from work.
The love of flowers seemed to be one of her earliest characteristics, and the young spring flowers of New England, in their airy delicacy and fragility, were much like herself; and so strong seemed the affinity between them, that not only Mrs. Pennel"s best India china vases on the keeping-room mantel were filled, but here stood a tumbler of scarlet rock columbine, and there a bowl of blue and white violets, and in another place a saucer of sh.e.l.l-tinted crowfoot, blue liverwort, and white anemone, so that Zephaniah Pennel was wont to say there wasn"t a drink of water to be got, for Mara"s flowers; but he always said it with a smile that made his weather-beaten, hard features look like a rock lit up by a sunbeam. Little Mara was the pearl of the old seaman"s life, every finer particle of his nature came out in her concentrated and polished, and he often wondered at a creature so ethereal belonging to him--as if down on some s.h.a.ggy sea-green rock an old pearl oyster should muse and marvel on the strange silvery mystery of beauty that was growing in the silence of his heart.
But May has pa.s.sed; the arbutus and the Linnea are gone from the woods, and the pine tips have grown into young shoots, which wilt at noon under a direct reflection from sun and sea, and the blue sky has that metallic clearness and brilliancy which distinguishes those regions, and the planting is at last over, and this very morning Moses is to set off in the Brilliant for his first voyage to the Banks. Glorious knight he! the world all before him, and the blood of ten years racing and throbbing in his veins as he talks knowingly of hooks, and sinkers, and bait, and lines, and wears proudly the red flannel shirt which Mara had just finished for him.
"How I do wish I were going with you!" she says. "I could do something, couldn"t I--take care of your hooks, or something?"
"Pooh!" said Moses, sublimely regarding her while he settled the collar of his shirt, "you"re a girl; and what can girls do at sea? you never like to catch fish--it always makes you cry to see "em flop."
"Oh, yes, poor fish!" said Mara, perplexed between her sympathy for the fish and her desire for the glory of her hero, which must be founded on their pain; "I can"t help feeling sorry when they gasp so."
"Well, and what do you suppose you would do when the men are pulling up twenty and forty pounder?" said Moses, striding sublimely. "Why, they flop so, they"d knock you over in a minute."
"Do they? Oh, Moses, do be careful. What if they should hurt you?"
"Hurt me!" said Moses, laughing; "that"s a good one. I"d like to see a fish that could hurt me."
"Do hear that boy talk!" said Mrs. Pennel to her husband, as they stood within their chamber-door.
"Yes, yes," said Captain Pennel, smiling; "he"s full of the matter. I believe he"d take the command of the schooner this morning, if I"d let him."
The Brilliant lay all this while courtesying on the waves, which kissed and whispered to the little coquettish craft. A fairer June morning had not risen on the sh.o.r.es that week; the blue mirror of the ocean was all dotted over with the tiny white sails of fishing-craft bound on the same errand, and the breeze that was just crisping the waters had the very spirit of energy and adventure in it.
Everything and everybody was now on board, and she began to spread her fair wings, and slowly and gracefully to retreat from the sh.o.r.e. Little Moses stood on the deck, his black curls blowing in the wind, and his large eyes dancing with excitement,--his clear olive complexion and glowing cheeks well set off by his red shirt.
Mrs. Pennel stood with Mara on the sh.o.r.e to see them go. The fair little golden-haired Ariadne shaded her eyes with one arm, and stretched the other after her Theseus, till the vessel grew smaller, and finally seemed to melt away into the eternal blue. Many be the wives and lovers that have watched those little fishing-craft as they went gayly out like this, but have waited long--too long--and seen them again no more. In night and fog they have gone down under the keel of some ocean packet or Indiaman, and sunk with brave hearts and hands, like a bubble in the mighty waters. Yet Mrs. Pennel did not turn back to her house in apprehension of this. Her husband had made so many voyages, and always returned safely, that she confidently expected before long to see them home again.
The next Sunday the seat of Zephaniah Pennel was vacant in church.
According to custom, a note was put up asking prayers for his safe return, and then everybody knew that he was gone to the Banks; and as the roguish, handsome face of Moses was also missing, Miss Roxy whispered to Miss Ruey, "There! Captain Pennel"s took Moses on his first voyage. We must contrive to call round on Mis" Pennel afore long. She"ll be lonesome."
Sunday evening Mrs. Pennel was sitting pensively with little Mara by the kitchen hearth, where they had been boiling the tea-kettle for their solitary meal. They heard a brisk step without, and soon Captain and Mrs. Kittridge made their appearance.
"Good evening, Mis" Pennel," said the Captain; "I"s a-tellin" my good woman we must come down and see how you"s a-getting along. It"s raly a work of necessity and mercy proper for the Lord"s day. Rather lonesome, now the Captain"s gone, ain"t ye? Took little Moses, too, I see. Wasn"t at meetin" to-day, so I says, Mis" Kittridge, we"ll just step down and chirk "em up a little."
"I didn"t really know how to come," said Mrs. Kittridge, as she allowed Mrs. Pennel to take her bonnet; "but Aunt Roxy"s to our house now, and she said she"d see to Sally. So you"ve let the boy go to the Banks? He"s young, ain"t he, for that?"