"Joey Atherton," replied our hero, who had made up his mind to take the surname of his adopted sister, Nancy.
"Well, Joey, do you agree with me that my profession is a good one, and are you willing to learn it? If so, I will teach you."
"I shall be very glad to learn it, because it may one day be useful; but I am not sure that I should like to follow it."
"You will probably change your opinion; at all events, give it a fair trial. In a month or so you will have the theory of it by heart, and then we will come to the practice."
"How do you mean?"
"It"s of no use your attempting anything till you"re well grounded in the theory of the art, which you will gain by using your eyes. All you have to do at first is to look on; watch me when I grind a knife or a pair of scissors; be attentive when you see me soldering a pot, or putting a patch upon a kettle; see how I turn my hand when I"m grinding, how I beat out the iron when I mend; and learn how to heat the tools when I solder. In a month you will know how things are to be done in theory, and after that we shall come to the practice. One only thing, in the way of practice, must you enter upon at once, and that is turning the wheel with your foot; for you must learn to do it so mechanically, that you are not aware that you are doing it, otherwise you cannot devote your whole attention to the scissors or knife in your hand."
"And do you really like your present life, then, wandering about from place to place?"
"To be sure I do. I am my own master; go where I like; stop where I like; pay no taxes or rates. I still retain all the gentleman except the dress, which I can resume when I please. Besides, mine is a philanthropic profession; I go about doing good, and I"ve the means of resenting an affront like a despot."
"As how?"
"Why, you see, we travellers never interfere in each other"s beats; mine is a circuit of many miles of country, and at the rate I travel it is somewhat about three months until I am at the same place again; they must wait for me if they want their jobs done, for they cannot get any one else. In one village they played me a trick one Sat.u.r.day night, when all the men were at the ale-house, and the consequence was, I cut the village for a year; and there never was such a village full of old kettles and blunt knives in consequence. However, they sent me a deputation, hoping I would forget what had pa.s.sed, and I pardoned them."
"What is your name?" inquired Joey.
"Augustus Spikeman. My father was Augustus Spikeman, Esquire; I was Master Augustus Spikeman, and now I"m Spikeman, the tinker; so now we"ll go on again. I have nearly come to the end of my beat; in two days we shall be at Dudstone where I have my room, and where we shall probably remain for some days before we start again."
In the afternoon they arrived at a small hamlet, where they supped and slept. Spikeman was very busy till noon grinding and repairing; they then continued their journey, and on the second day, having waited outside the town till it was dusk Spikeman left his wheel in the charge of the landlord of a small ale-house, to whom he appeared well known, then walked with Joey to the house in which he had a room, and led him upstairs to his apartments.
When our hero entered the chamber of Spikeman, he was very much surprised to find it was s.p.a.cious, light, and airy, and very clean. A large bed was in one corner; a sofa, mahogany table, chest of drawers, and chairs, composed the furniture; there was a good-sized looking-gla.s.s over the chimney-piece, and several shelves of books round the room.
Desiring Joey to sit down and take a book, Spikeman rang for water, shaved off his beard, which had grown nearly half an inch long, washed himself, and then put on clean linen, and a very neat suit of clothes.
When he was completely dressed, Joey could hardly believe that it was the same person. Upon Joey expressing his astonishment, Spikeman replied, "You see, my lad, there is no one in this town who knows what my real profession is. I always go out and return at dusk, and the travelling tinker is not recognised; not that I care for it so much, only other people do, and I respect their prejudices. They know that I am in the ironmongery line, and that is all; so I always make it a rule to enjoy myself after my circuit, and live like a gentleman till part of my money is gone, and then I set out again. I am acquainted with a good many highly respectable people in this town, and that is the reason why I said I could be of service to you. Have you any better clothes?"
"Yes; much better."
"Then dress yourself in them, and keep those you wear for our travels."
Joey did as he was requested, and Spikeman then proposed that they should make a call at a friend"s, where he would introduce our hero as his nephew. They set off, and soon came to the front of a neat-looking house, at the door of which Spikeman rapped. The door was opened by one of the daughters of the house, who, on seeing him, cried out, "Dear me, Mr Spikeman, is this you? Why, where have you been all this while?"
"About the country for orders, Miss Amelia," replied Spikeman; "business must be attended to."
"Well, come in; mother will be glad to see you," replied the girl, at the same time opening the door of the sitting-room for them to enter.
"Mr Spikeman as I live!" exclaimed another girl, jumping up, and seizing his hand.
"Well, Mr Spikeman, it"s an age since we have seen you," said the mother, "so now sit down and tell us all the news; and Ophelia, my love, get tea ready; and who is it you have with you, Mr Spikeman?"
"My little nephew, madam; he is about to enter into the mysteries of the cutlery trade."
"Indeed! well, I suppose, as you are looking out for a successor, you soon intend to retire from business and take a wife, Mr Spikeman?"
"Why, I suppose it will be my fate one of these days," replied Spikeman; "but that"s an affair that requires some consideration."
"Very true, Mr Spikeman, it is a serious affair," replied the old lady; "and I can a.s.sure you that neither my Ophelia nor Amelia should marry a man, with my consent, without I was convinced the gentleman considered it a very serious affair. It makes or mars a man, as the saying is."
"Well, Miss Ophelia, have you read all the books I lent you the last time I was here?"
"Yes, that they have, both of them," replied the old lady; "they are so fond of poetry."
"But we"ve often wished that you were here to read to us," replied Miss Amelia, "you do read so beautifully; will you read to us after tea?"
"Certainly, with much pleasure."
Miss Ophelia now entered with the tea-tray; she and her sister then went into the kitchen to make some toast, and to see to the kettle boiling, while Mr Spikeman continued in conversation with the mother. Mrs James was the widow of a draper in the town, who had, at his death left her sufficient to live quietly and respectably with her daughters, who were both very good, amiable girls; and it must be acknowledged, neither of them unwilling to listen to the addresses of Mr Spikeman had he been so inclined; but they began to think that Mr Spikeman was not a marrying man, which, as the reader must know by this time, was the fact.
The evening pa.s.sed very pleasantly. Mr Spikeman took a volume of poetry, and, as Miss Ophelia had said, he did read very beautifully: so much so, that Joey was in admiration, for he had never yet known the power produced by good reading. At ten o"clock they took their leave, and returned to Spikeman"s domicile.
As soon as they were upstairs, and candles lighted, Spikeman sat down on the sofa. "You see, Joey," said he, "that it is necessary not to mention the knife-grinder"s wheel, as it would make a difference in my reception. All gentlemen do not gain their livelihood as honestly as I do; but, still prejudices are not to be overcome. You did me a kind act, and I wished to return it; I could not do so without letting you into this little secret, but I have seen enough of you to think you can be trusted."
"I should hope so," replied Joey: "I have learnt caution, young as I am."
"That I have perceived already, and therefore I have said enough on the subject. I have but one bed, and you must sleep with me, as you did on our travels."
The next morning the old woman of the house brought up their breakfast.
Spikeman lived in a very comfortable way, very different to what he did as a travelling tinker; and he really appeared to Joey to be, with the exception of his conversation, which was always superior, a very different person from what he was when Joey first fell in with him. For many days they remained at Dudstone, visiting the different houses, and were always well received.
"You appear so well known, and so well liked in this town," observed Joey, "I wonder you do not set up a business, particularly as you say you have money in the bank."
"If I did, Joey, I should no longer be happy, no longer be my own master, and do as I please; in fact, I should no longer be the gentleman, that is, the gentleman by profession, as near as I can be one--the man who has his liberty, and enjoys it. No, no, boy; I have tried almost everything, and have come to my own conclusions. Have you been reading the book I gave you?"
"Yes; I have nearly finished it?"
"I am glad to see that you like reading. Nothing so much improves or enlarges the mind. You must never let a day pa.s.s without reading two or three hours, and when we travel again, and are alone by the way-side, we will read together: I will choose some books on purpose."
"I should like very much to write to my sister Mary," said Joey.
"Do so, and tell her that you have employment; but do not say exactly how. There are pens and paper in the drawer. Stop, I will find them for you." Spikeman went to the drawer, and when taking out the pens and paper, laid hold of some ma.n.u.script writing. "By the bye," said he laughing, "I told you, Joey, that I had been a captain"s clerk on board the _Weasel_, a fourteen-gun brig; I wrote the captain"s despatches for him; and here are two of them of which I kept copies, that I might laugh over them occasionally. I wrote all his letters; for he was no great penman in the first place, and had a very great confusion of ideas in the second. He certainly was indebted to me, as you will acknowledge, when you hear what I read and tell you. I served under him, cruising in the Channel; and I flatter myself that it was entirely through my writings that he got his promotion. He is now Captain Alcibiades Ajax Boggs, and all through me. We were cruising off the coast of France, close in to Ushant, where we perceived a fleet of small vessels, called cha.s.se-marees (coasting luggers), laden with wine, coming round; and as we did not know of any batteries thereabouts, we ran in to attempt a capture. We cut off three of them, but just as we had compelled them, by firing broadsides into them, to lower their sails, a battery, which our commander did not know anything of, opened fire upon us, and before we could get out of range, which we did as soon as we could, one shot came in on deck, and cut the top-sail halyard"s fall, at the very time that the men were hoisting the sail (for we had been shaking another reef out), and the rope being divided, as the men were hauling upon it, of course they all tumbled on the deck, one over another. The other shot struck our foremast, and chipped off a large slice, besides cutting away one of the shrouds, and the signal halyards. Now, you do not know enough about ships to understand that there was very little harm done, or that the coasting vessels were very small, with only three or four men on board of each of them; it therefore required some little management to make a flaming despatch. But I did it--only listen, now-- I have begun in the true Nelson style:--
""TO THE SECRETARY OF THE ADMIRALTY.
""Sir,--It has pleased the Great Disposer to grant a decided victory to his Majesty"s arms, through the efforts of the vessel which I have the honour to command. On the 23rd day of August last, Ushant then bearing South West three quarters West, wind West, distant from three to four leagues, perceived an enemy"s fleet, of three-masted vessels, rounding the point, with the hopes, I presume, of gaining the port of Cherbourg. Convinced that I should have every support from the gallant officers and true British tars under my command, I immediately bore down to the attack; the movements of the enemy fully proved that they were astounded at the boldness of the manoeuvre, and instead of keeping their line, they soon separated, and sheered off in different directions, so as to receive the support of their batteries."
"You see, Joey, I have said three-masted vessels, which implies ships, although as in this case, they were only small coasting luggers.
""In half an hour we were sufficiently close to the main body to open our fire, and broadside after broadside were poured in, answered by the batteries on the coast, with unerring aim. Notwithstanding the unequal contest, I have the pleasure of informing you, that in less than half an hour we succeeded in capturing three of the vessels (named as per margin), and finding nothing more could be done for the honour of his Majesty"s arms, as soon we could take possession, I considered it my duty to haul off from the incessant and galling fire of the batteries.
""In this well-fought and successful contest, I trust that the British flag has not been tarnished. What the enemy"s loss may have been it is impossible to say; they acknowledge themselves, however, that it has been severe.""
"But did the enemy lose any men?" demanded Joey.
"Not one; but you observe I do not say loss of life, although the Admiralty may think I refer to it--that"s not my fault. But I was perfectly correct in saying the enemy"s loss was great; for the poor devils who were in the cha.s.se-marees, when they were brought on board, wrung their hands, and said, that they had _lost their all_. Now, what loss can be greater than _all_?
""His Majesty"s vessel is much injured in her spars and rigging from the precision of the enemy"s fire; her lower rigging--running rigging being cut away, her foremast severely wounded, and, I regret to add, severely injured in the hull; but such was the activity of the officers and men, that with the exception of the foremast, which will require the services of the dockyard, in twenty-four hours we were ready to resume the contest. I am happy to say, that although we have many men hurt, we have none killed; and I trust that, under the care of the surgeon they will, most of them, be soon able to resume their duty.""