"I can tell "e another sad case," said the Capt. "We elderly folks have all heard of Uncle Will Ben, who was the parish clerk and the best fiddler in the parish, a little before I was born, and everybody says he was what we call a "peathy old fellow, with plenty of gumption."
"One Feasten Monday Uncle Will was rather late in going to Church-town with his fiddle, in a case, under his arm, to play during the night in a public house. Being Feasten Monday, like enough he had stopped to take a drop at neighbours" houses on the road; however, in crossing Nancherrow Water, his foot slipped from the stepping-stones and his fiddle fell from under his arm into the water, floated down the stream and in under a high bank where it was caught in some brambles. A gentleman riding through the water, saw Uncle Will a little below trying to get at something with his stick, and asked what was the matter. Uncle Will told him of his mishap. "I pity your case," the horseman replied, and rode on.
""I don"t care a cuss for the case if I"d only got my fiddle," replied Uncle Will.
"This gave rise to the saying which is still often heard, "I don"t care a cuss for the case, if I"d only got the fiddle," as Uncle Will Ben said.
"This old jewel of a parish clerk and fiddler said many other things which are still remembered and used as every-day sayings.
"It was the custom then for the great farmers to invite the parson and clerk to supper on goolthise (harvest-home) day, and the s.e.xton usually came to work and see his reverend master safe home. Often all three came in time to lend a hand about the corn carrying. If two farmers had their goolthise on the same day the parson and s.e.xton favoured one and the clerk the other. It happened, one day, when Uncle Will came alone early in the morning to help, and to enjoy the feast, that the weather was very lowering, and such was the fear of rain coming before the corn was in ricks, and thatched, that the carrying was continued all day for dear life, without stopping to take any other breakfast or dinner than such snacks as the corn carriers could catch, when there were more trusses round the ricks than the builders could put away for some time. The corn was then, except on a few large farms where ox-wains were just coming into use, all carried on the horses" backs, and the chasers, as they called the leaders who kept the trusses steady on the horses, were fond of coming in together that they might have a race back to the field, made the mowers work very irregular; it was gallop and stop half the time. That day, however, all worked with such a will that the corn was in and thatched in good time before the rain came.
"The supper being served, the clerk, in the absence of the parson, was asked to say grace. Uncle Will hesitated a moment; then, rising, he said, "Thank G.o.d we have carried all the corn and had very fine weather; so here"s grace for breakfast, dinner, and supper together."
"Yet what is usually known as Uncle Will Ben"s grace, is, "G.o.d bless the meat and now let"s eat!"
"Another saying accredited to Uncle Will--that "Job had patience, but Job never had such a splat of black petates in his life"--is owing to An" Mary, his wife, having been a parson"s daughter from upwards, and "brought up like a lady" as he was fond of saying sometimes. When Will was a young and smart militia man, and An" Mary a girl in her teens, he fell in love with her and she fell in love with him, and came with him to St. Just. In their time potatoes were just coming into use; gentlemen and some farmers planted a few in their gardens as a curious vegetable to be used on extraordinary occasions. Will Ben, not to be behind the fashion, had a small spot planted in his garden. When his potatoes were high enough for hoeing Will told his wife Mary, who kept the garden in order, to hoe the "splat of petates," and be sure to hoe them clean.
When William came in from his work in the fields, he said, "Well Mary, hast a hoed the petates?" "Yes, William dear, and hoed them nice and clean; just go out and look at them whilst I take up the supper."
"William dear" went into the garden, but he saw no potatoe-plants, for Mary had cut them all out of the ground, not knowing them from weeds.
"Dear William" came in swearing on his wife for hoeing up all the precious petates, telling her that it had been ten times better for him if he had wedded the s.e.xton"s dafter, as she would have made a better farmer"s wife. An" Mary (who, as I have heard say, was always a dear gentle soul) only replied, "Sweet William, have patience and they will grow again. Remember Job, William dear, and think, cheeld vean, how he had patience."
""Oh! d----n Job," replied sweet William, "don"t tell me about Job. Job never had such a splat of black petates in his life!"
"And now, my dears," said Capt. Peter, holding up a pot of foaming ale, "here"s health and luck to "e all, my hearties, and a merry Feasten-tide to "one and all." There"s no sense in being miserable, and, for my part, old as I am, I"d go ten miles this night to dance to the music of as good a fiddler and as honest a man as Uncle Will Ben."
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THE FAIRY MASTER, OR BOB O" THE CARN.
Out steps some Faery, with quick motion, And tells him wonders of some flowrie vale.
MARSTON.
Just fifty years ago, one Tom Treva lived on a small lone tenement near the foot of Carn Kenidjack hill. He had a large family and disliked for any of them to go in service. The boys, as they grew up, worked in the mines, and helped about the tillage of their few acres of crofts "out of core." The eldest daughter, Grace, remained at home to a.s.sist her mother, who took pride in making her handy in doing all such simple work as was required in their humble household. But as it was hard for them to make both ends meet, the poor girl had no best clothes except such as were made out of old gowns which had belonged to her grandmother. These were very gay, to be sure, yet so old-fashioned that other maidens, who worked at the mines and procured more modish dresses, wouldn"t be seen anywhere from home with Grace and her grammer"s old gowns. She didn"t much mind their company, however. Her mother and "the boys" (her brothers) promised her, year after year, that against the next Feasten-tide, if they could only lay by a few shillings, they would buy her as smart a rig-out as any of the proud hussies could show. But, with so many mouths to be fed, it was hard for them to save a farthing. So tides came and went, and Grace "had nothing for bettermost wear that was fit to be seen in Church-town or anywhere else from home," so the bal-maidens said, and they "wouldn"t be seen going to preaching or to games with her;" yet she didn"t mind it much, and seemed contented enough to stay at home, in the evenings listening to old stories related by her father and others who gathered round his hearth, because they, too, were not rich or smart enow to follow the fashions then upsetting all old customs among such Santusters as "got a sturt to bal." Grace would go about her work, indoors and out, singing like a lark. She was nearly sixteen, when a cousin of about her own age, who had been away only a year in farmer"s service, a few miles off, came to see them the next Feast, dressed out quite like a lady, to Grace"s seeming; for she wore a blue shining dress and earrings, and necklaces of red, green, and yellow beads that she changed more than once a day, or wore them altogether, while the flowers in her bonnet were the admiration of all beholders.
"I should be glad, cousin Grace," said she, "to put thee up to Church-town to the fiddler a Monday night, and wish I had only brought home one of my frocks for thee to wear; but really, cheeld, grammer"s old gowns would make thee a laughing-stock to the youngsters, and not one of them would dance with us. Go thee way"st in service, cheeld, that thee may"st get a stock of clothes fit to be seen in, and a sweetheart that thee west soon want to have as well as other maidens! But the Lord help thee and the young fellow who would come a courting and take thee to Morvah Fair even in that old rorey-torey gown, with red and blue flowers so large that the birds are nesting in them."
Grace became very dissatisfied after this vision of grandeur, and never gave her mother any peace till she consented for her to go in service next summer. She was the more ready to let Grace try her fortune away, as other daughters were growing up to help her. So, during winter, she and her mother spun and knitted for dear life that they might earn a few extra shillings to provide changes of under clothing against she set out to look for service.
For weeks Grace had been going round saying good-bye to the neighbours, and she rose one fine morning and gave the last kiss, and said, "I wish "e well, for the last time," to all the family round. Her father, on parting, charged her not to go more than a day"s journey from home, and be sure to keep far away from Penzance or any town, for fear she should be kidnapped, and they should nevermore see her. He told her how strange sailors, that frequented such places, often prowled about for miles, and no maiden was safe within their reach. Grace promised to be on her guard, took her fardel, and started on her journey towards the southern parishes where gentlemen farmers lived.
On her way she thought upon what her smart cousin had told her to go over to the other side of the country, get into good farmer"s service, where she might soon qualify herself to live in a gentleman"s house and get higher wages. She had advised her not to pay much heed to what old folks said in their fears, about conjurors, witches, small people, and such like, that are seldom met with now-a-days. "Up here amongst the hills you know but little of the world," said the cousin, "and your old drolls arn"t altogether to be believed." Grace couldn"t help going out of her way a little to take a last look of Carn Kenidjack, where she had pa.s.sed many happy hours, for youngsters were accustomed to meet there of Sunday afternoons to play about amongst the rocks or listen to old folks" stories. Then she went on with a pretty good heart till she reached high ground, from which she could only just see the smoke curling over the house-tops below. She turned round, took a farewell look, her eyes blinded with tears; then she went a little farther and sat down on a rock by the road-side, to have a good cry and ease her heart.
She wept aloud to think she was going to an unknown country to live amongst strangers--that she might nevermore behold her parents and old playmates. But still, determined to go on, even if she went as far as daylight would take her, she dried her eyes with her ap.r.o.n; and, looking up, she saw standing close beside her a very nice-looking gentleman. He wished her good morrow and asked why she wept.
"Oh, sir, I have left home," she replied, "and am on the road to a strange country to look for service."
"Well now, good luck has directed me," said he, "for, hearing there were tidy girls up this way, I started early this morning and am come so far to seek one that might take care of my house and little son, and a nicer maid than you one needn"t wish to find. Indeed you look as fresh as a rose in morning dew."
He then sat on the rock beside Grace and told her that he was left a widower with one little boy, who had n.o.body but an old great-aunt to look after him; there was little else to do but the dairy-work after one cow, and a few poultry to take care of. "Come along home with me, Grace," said he, rising and taking up her bundle, "you can but try, and shall stay with me, if you don"t like it, till you hear of some other place that may suit "e better."
Grace wondered how he came there, for she hadn"t seen him coming over the downs; and was surprised that he knew her name. Yet she said nothing, because her mother had often told her not to ask questions but to use her ears and eyes to learn.
The gentleman looked so handsome and spoke so kind, that, without hesitation, she went on with him and related how her parents had a large family, that her mother had taught her dairy-work, to cook in a plain way, and to spin and knit. "You will do, I"m sure," said he, "and if you had time to spare I suppose you wouldn"t mind helping me weed the garden or pick fruit in the orchard."
"There"s nothing I should like better," she replied, "for the work about one cow and a child can"t be much."
He told her that his name was Robin, though most of his acquaintance called him Bob o" the Carn, or Bobby Carn.
In such like talk they went on, down hill, towards the Low Countries; and Grace, with her eyes fixed on her companion, didn"t notice their road, and that for some time they had been walking through green lanes, hedged with trees; honey-suckles, and such sweet flowers as she had never seen hung over head. The gentleman remarking her surprise, said, "These trees and flowers are nothing to what you will see, ere long, where I dwell; but up in your high country no trees and but few flowers grow; that"s how you think these so wonderful."
Over a while they came in sight of a large house; "Oh, sir, es that a king"s palace?" demanded she, "and see, the trees around it are higher than church towers!"
"No, my child, there"s many such dwellings down this way, and even larger ones, but no kings reside here," answered he.
Grace hadn"t ceased wondering at the grand building when they came to where four roads met, and kept straight on, still going down hill, all amidst spreading trees which shaded the road by the side of which were rills of clear water, that every here and there sunk into the gra.s.s and re-appeared. Where streams crossed their road Grace"s companion lifted her over them that she mightn"t even wet her foot.
She had no notion of the distance they had gone, for he gave her cake and cordials ever so often, and talked so pleasantly that the time seemed as nothing, and she would have gone on with him to the world"s end.
At length they came out of the wood near a river and she saw it was nearly sunset. "We are now all but come to my dwelling," said her master. (We may as well call him so since she had made up her mind to live with him).
He bore her over the stepping-stones that crossed the river near the foot of a towering carn of grey rocks that rose amidst a wood close by the water side. They pa.s.sed up by the river a little way and entered an orchard. Grace wondered at the trees, bending down with loads of red and yellow apples and many kinds of fruit that she had never before seen. By a winding alley they came to a green, all surrounded with blossoming trees and dotted over with curious beds of sweet flowers, most of them unknown to Grace, who, without perceiving that they left the garden, entered what looked like an arbour and found herself in her master"s dwelling before she noticed it, hidden as it was by roses and flowering plants which spread over its walls and roof.
Yet the kitchen was light enough for her to see rows of pewter that shone like silver. A wood fire blazed on the hearth, though it was high summer time; and beside it, on a chimney-stool, sat a prim sour-looking old woman, knitting. She looked at Grace as if her eyes would bore holes through her, when the master said, "I"m come, Aunt Prudence, with a tidy maid that I had the good luck to meet on her way to look out for a place."
"I see thee art come, Robin," she replied, still keeping her eyes on Grace; "and it seems to me thee hast brought hither a young giglet that will use her tongue more than her hands! We shall see."
"So we shall," remarked he, rather affronted with Prue"s remarks, "and when you have shown her what is to be done, you needn"t take the trouble to come here often. And where"s the boy?" he asked.
"Here I am, dadda!" exclaimed a little fellow, bounding in to kiss his father, who took him on his knee; and An" Prue, as was her wont, mumbled to herself "we shall see."
The boy from his size appeared no more than six or seven years old, but his face looked like a cunning old man"s, and his eyes were uncommon sharp.
Grace looked from one to the other rather confused, when her master said, "My little Bob, here"s a nurse for "e, who will give ye your milk, wash your face, and anoint your eyes, just like your mother used to; I hope you will like her." "That I can"t tell yet," said the urchin, eyeing Grace for all the world just like An" Prue, and he looked then almost as old. The master, however, without more palaver, placed on the board, bread, cheese, apples, honey, and other things, sat down, told Grace to do the same, and eat what she liked; and, that after milking-time she could cook a good savoury supper. She had never before tasted such nice white bread and other things; after making a hearty meal, she said, "I may as well pitch to." "Rest thee till milking-time,"
said An" Prue, "a new broom sweeps clean, faix," mumbled she, in taking another survey through her spectacles.
Over an hour or so Robin told Grace that she had only to take the pail, pa.s.s through the orchard into a meadow by the waterside, call "Pruit, Pruit," and the cow would come to her; she did as directed, and from amidst the trees came a beautiful white cow, which stood with her udder right over the bucket and showered down her milk, so that in a minute it was full and running over. Grace rose to fetch another vessel that the milk mightn"t go to waste; but when she lifted the bucket, the cow lowed, and, before the maiden left the meadow, disappeared in the wood.
Grace told her master how the cow was gone off with the best milk. "That pailful will do for the night," said he; "the cow is far away by this, but if at any time you wish to have more you may take two or three pails, and "Daisy"--that"s her name--will fill them all, but she won"t wait for "e to fetch more things." "She must be a jewel of a cow, for sure, and I"ll have all the pans full to-morrow," thought Grace, as she strained the milk, and washed the strainer and bucket, and did other jobs so handy, that even the old dame looked less sour on her. The master went out to feed his horse--he had a beauty in the stable close at hand--and that while Prudence said, "Now mind, Grace, you must always put the child to bed by daylight, and as you sleep in the same room go "e to bed then too; if your master be home, he can do without you; and should he be away, you need not wait up for his return; you are not to go into the spare rooms, nor to meddle with what don"t concern "e; nor ask any questions, except about your work, and then I"ll tell "e as much as you are required to know. And let me warn "e, that if you enter your master"s private room, you will rue the day as long as you live. In the mornings rise with the sun; take the child to a spring, that he can show "e, wash him well and then anoint his eyes with this ointment,"
continued she, in showing Grace a small ivory box of a greenish unguent, that she took from the cupboard; "a bit, the size of a pin"s head or less, is enow to be put in the corner of each eye. Then milk "Daisy,"
and give the child this bowlfull and no more," said she, showing Grace a china-basin that would contain a pint or so; "make flowery-milk for breakfast, and when the breakfast things are washed away, scald the evening"s milk, and clean up the house."
Just as the precise dame had finished her instructions, the master came in and said, "I think it"s high time for "e to go home, An" Prue, whilst there"s daylight for "e to find your way across the water." "My room is more welcome than my company," mumbled she, in hobbling out; "but we shall see how they will get on without me to keep them to stays."
Grace told her master that she wasn"t used to go to bed so early; he answered, "please yourself on that score, and stay up as long as you mind to." He then brought her a basket of fruit, and told her to eat what she pleased of them; afterwards, he gave her a cup of cordial that she found delicious; and by the time she had drunk it to the last drop, she forgot her home and playmates among the hills; her brothers and sisters, her father and mother even; she no more remembered her former state, and only thought of her kind master and the delightful place in which he lived; and she dreamt that night of nothing else.
In the morning Grace was up betimes; finished her work in a hour or so, and "looked over her shoulder for more," when An" Prue came in, examined the house, and seeing nothing to find fault with, she merely said, "A new broom sweeps clean, but an old one es good for the corners," and told Grace she might work in the garden for an hour or so, till time to get dinner, if she had a mind to, that her master was there and he would show her what to do.