"True for you, sir," said Lee. "That was wrote up in Drumston church, I mind, and some other things alongside of it, which I could say by heart once on a time--all on black boards, with yellow letters. And also, I remember a spick and span new board, about how Anthony Hamlyn (that"s Mr. Geoffry Hamlyn"s father) "repaired and beautified this church;"
which meant that he built a handsome new pew for himself in the chancel. Lord, I think I see him asleep in it now. But never mind that I"ve kept a pup of Fly"s for you, sir, and got it through the distemper. Fly"s pup, by Rollicker, you know."
"Oh, thank you," said Sam. "I am really much obliged to you. But you must let me know the price, you know, Lee. The dog should be a good one."
"Well, Mr. Buckley," said Lee, "I have been cosseting this little beast up in the hopes you"d accept it as a present. And then, says I to myself, when he takes a new chum out to see some sport, and the dog pulls down a flying doe, and the dust goes up like smoke, and the dead sticks come flying about his ears, he will say to his friends, "That"s the dog Lee gave me. Where"s his equal?" So don"t be too proud to take a present from an old friend."
"Not I, indeed, Lee," said Sam. "I thank you most heartily."
"Who is this long gent in black, sir?" said Lee, looking towards Frank, who was standing and talking with the Major. "A parson, I reckon."
"The Dean of B----," answered Sam.
"Ah! so,"--said Lee,--"come to give us some good advice? Well, we want it bad enough, I hope some on us may foller it. Seems a man, too, and not a monkey."
"My father says," said Sam, "that he was formerly one of the best boxers he ever saw."
Any further discussion of Frank"s physical powers was cut short, by his coming up to Sam and saying,--
"I was thinking of riding out to one of the outlying huts, to have a little conversation with the men. Will you come with me?"
"If you will allow me, I shall be delighted beyond all measure."
"I beg your pardon, sir," said Lee, "but I understood you to say that you were going to one of our huts to give the men a discourse. Would you let me take you out to one of them? I"d like well to hear what you"d got to say myself, sir, and I promise you the lads I"ll show you want good advice as well as any."
"You will do me infinite service," said Frank. "Sam, if you will excuse me, let me ask you to stay behind. I have a fancy for going up alone.
Let me take these men in the rough, and see what I can do una.s.sisted."
"You will be apt to find them uncivil, sir," said Sam. "I am known, and my presence would ensure you outward respect at all events."
"Just what I thought," said Frank. "But I want to see what I can do alone and una.s.sisted. No; stay, and let me storm the place single-handed."
So Lee and he started toward the ranges, riding side by side.
"You will find, sir," said Lee, "that these men, in this here hut, are a rougher lot than you think for. Very like they"ll be cheeky. I would almost have wished you"d a" let Mr. Buckley come. He"s a favourite round here, you see, and you"d have gone in as his friend."
"You see," said Frank, turning confidentially to Lee, "I am not an ordinary parson. I am above the others. And what I want is not so much to see what I can do myself, but what sort of a reception any parson coming haphazard among these men will get. That is why I left Mr.
Buckley behind. Do you understand me?"
"I understand you, sir," said Lee. "But I"m afear"d."
"What are you afraid of?" said Frank, laughing.
"Why, if you"ll excuse me, sir, that you"ll only get laughed at."
"That all!" said Frank. "Laughter breaks no bones. What are these men that we are going to see?"
"Why, one," said Lee, "is a young Jimmy (I beg your pardon, sir, an emigrant), the other two are old prisoners. Now, see here. These prisoners hate the sight of a parson above all mortal men. And, for why? Because, when they"re in prison, all their indulgences, and half their hopes of liberty, depend on how far they can manage to humbug the chaplain with false piety. And so, when they are free again, they hate him worse than any man. I am an old prisoner myself, and I know it."
"Have you been a prisoner, then?" said Frank, surprised.
"I was transported, sir, for poaching."
"That all!" said Frank. "Then, you were the victim of a villanous old law. Do you know," he added, laughing, "that I rather believe I have earned transportation myself? I have a horrible schoolboy recollection of a hare who would squeak in my pocket, and of a keeper pa.s.sing within ten yards of where I lay hidden. If that is all, give me your hand."
Lee shook his head. "That is what I was sent out for," said he, "but since then there are precious few villanies I have not committed. You hadn"t ought to shake hands with me, sir."
Frank laid his hand kindly on his shoulder. "I am not a judge," he said. "I am a priest. We must talk together again. Now, we have no time, for, if I mistake not, there is our destination."
They had been riding through splendid open forest, growing denser as they approached the ranges. They had followed a creek all the way, or nearly so, and now came somewhat suddenly on a large reedy waterhole, walled on all sides by dense stringy bark-timber, thickly undergrown with scrub. Behind them opened a long vista, formed by the gully, through which they had been approaching, down which the black burnt stems of the stringy bark were agreeably relieved by the white stems of the red and blue gum, growing in the moister and more open s.p.a.ce near the creek. In front of them was a slab hut of rich mahogany colour, by no means an unpleasing object among the dull unbroken green of the forest. In front of it was a trodden s.p.a.ce littered with the chips of firewood. A pile of the last article lay a few yards in front of the door. And against the walls of the tenement was a long bench, on which stood a calabash, with a lump of soap and a coa.r.s.e towel; a lamp oven, and a pair of black top-boots, and underneath which lay a n.o.ble cattle dog, who, as soon as he saw them, burst out into furious barking, and prepared to give battle.
"Will you take my horse for me," said Frank to Lee, "while I go inside?"
"Certainly, sir," said Lee. "But mind the dog."
Frank laughed and jumped off. The dog was unprepared for this. It was irregular. The proper and usual mode of proceeding would have been for the stranger to have stayed on horseback, and for him (the dog) to have barked himself hoa.r.s.e, till some one came out of the hut and pacified him by throwing billets of wood at him. No conversation possible till his barking was turned into mourning. He was not up to the emergency.
He had never seen a man clothed in black from head to foot before. He probably thought it was the D----. His sense of duty not being strong enough to outweigh considerations of personal safety, he fled round the house, and being undecided whether to bark or to howl, did both, while Frank opened the door and went in.
The hut was like most other bush huts, consisting of one undivided apartment, formed of split logs, called slabs, set upright in the ground. The roof was of bark, and the whole interior was stained by the smoke into a rich dark brown, such as Teniers or our own beloved Cattermole would delight in. You entered by a door in one of the long sides, and saw that the whole of the end on your right was taken up by a large fireplace, on which blazed a pile of timber. Round the walls were four bed places, like the bunks on board ship, each filled with a heap of frouzy blankets, and in the centre stood a rough table, surrounded by logs of wood, sawn square off, which served for seats.
The living occupants of the hut were scarcely less rude than the hut itself. One of the bed places was occupied by a sleepy, not bad-looking young fellow, clad in greasy red shirt, greasy breeches and boots, and whose shabby plated spurs were tangled in the dirty blankets. He was lying on his back, playing with a beautiful little parrot. Opposite him, sitting up in his bunk, was another young fellow, with a singularly coa.r.s.e, repulsive countenance, long yellow hair, half-way down his back, clothed like the other in greasy breeches. This last one was puffing at a short black pipe, in an affected way, making far more noise than was necessary in that operation, and seemed to be thinking of something insolent to say to the last speaker, whoever he may have been.
Another man was sitting on the end of the bench before the fire, with his legs stretched out before it. At the first glance Frank saw that this was a superior person to the others. He was dressed like the others in black top-boots, but, unlike the others, he was clean and neat. In fact the whole man was clean and neat, and had a clean-shaved face, and looked respectable, so far as outward appearances were concerned. The fourth man was the hut-keeper, a wicked-looking old villain, who was baking bread.
Frank looked at the sleepy young man with the parrot, and said to himself, "There"s a bad case." He looked at the flash, yellow-haired young sn.o.b who was smoking, and said, "There"s a worse." He looked at the villanous grey-headed old hut-keeper, and said, "There"s a hopeless case altogether." But when he looked at the dry, neatly-dressed man, who sat in front of the fire, he said, "That seems a more likely person. There is some sense of order in him, at all events. See what I can do with him."
He stood with his towering tall black figure in the doorway. The sleepy young man sat up and looked in wonder, while his parrot whistled and chattered loudly. The yellow-haired young man looked round to see if he could get the others to join him in a laugh. The hut-keeper said, "Oh, h--!" and attended once more to the cooking; but the neat-looking man rose up, and gave Frank courteously "good day."
"I am a clergyman," said Frank, "come to pay you a visit, if you will allow me."
Black-hair looked as if astonishment were a new sensation to him, and he was determined to have the most of it. Meanwhile, little parrot taking advantage of his absence of mind, clambers up his breast and nips off a shirt-b.u.t.ton, which he holds in his claw, pretending it is immensely good to eat. Hut-keeper clatters pots and pans, while yellow hair lies down whistling insolently. These last two seem inclined to const.i.tute themselves his Majesty"s Opposition in the present matter, while Black-hair and the neat man are evidently inclined towards Frank.
There lay a boot in front of the fire, which the neat man, without warning, seized and hurled at Yellow-hair, with such skill and precision that the young fellow started upright in bed and demanded, with many verbs and adjectives, what he meant by that?
"I"ll teach you to whistle when a gentleman comes into the hut--you Possumguts! Lie down now, will you?"
Yellow-hair lay down, and there was no more trouble with him.
Hut-keeper, too, seeing how matters were going, left off clattering his pots, and Frank was master of the field.
"Very glad to see you, sir," says the neat man; "very seldom we get a visit from a gentleman in a black coat, I a.s.sure you."
Frank shook hands with him and thanked him, and then, turning suddenly upon Black-hair, who was sitting with his bird on his knee, one leg out of his bunk, and his great black vacant eyes fixed on Frank, said,--
"What an exceedingly beautiful bird you have got there! Pray, what do you call it?"
Now it so happened that Black-hair had been vacantly wondering to himself whether Frank"s black coat would meet across his stomach, or whether the lower b.u.t.tons and b.u.t.tonholes were "dummies." So that when Frank turned suddenly upon him he was, as it were, caught in the fact, and could only reply in a guilty whisper, "Mountain blue."
"Will he talk?" asked Frank.
"Whistle," says Black-hair, still in a whisper, and then, clearing his throat continued, in his natural tone, "Whistle beautiful. Black fellows gets "em young out of the dead trees. I"ll give you this one if you"ve a mind."