"Well, good man," said she, "thee west (wilt) always have thy own way, whatever one may say: if thee hast a mind to go eastward, to look for work, go! I and the maid will stay and get our living here. But don"t "e go for a day or two, that I may put thy clothes in order, and bake a fuggan (heavy cake) for thee to eat on thy way. Long lanes and scant entertainment thee west find, I expect?"
"It will take me some days," replied he, "to go round and wish the neighbours well, and to get my tools to-rights before I start."
In three days Tom got his piggal (beat-axe) and visgey (pick) cossened (re-steeled), and other tools repaired, that he intended to take with him, and had said, "I wish "e well, till I see "e again" to every body for miles round. Tom kissed the young women, and the elderly ones kissed him, and said, "If we never see thee again we wish thee good luck for thy courage; but take care thee doesn"t get kidnapped and sperritted away in Market-jew, as many a good man have been before now, and nevermore heard of."
When all was ready for Tom"s journey, his tools, provisions, and clothes made a heavy load to travel with. In the morning, early, he started. His wife and daughter went many miles on the way, carrying his things, till they arrived at a public house where the roads meet in a place since called Catch-all. Here they had a drop to cheer their hearts. "Be sure, wife," said Tom, "to take care of our only child, Patience. She is but fifteen, mind." After much kissing, crying, wishes for good luck, and a speedy return, they parted.
Tom reached Market-jew before dark, and was much bewildered to see so large a place and so many people. Moes-hal was the largest town he had seen, and the farthest east he had ever been till then. As it happened to be Whitsun market, streamers in great numbers had brought their tin for sale or to exchange for clothing and other things. It was sold by measure, from a pottle to a strike (bushel). Large quant.i.ties were purchased by smelters and merchants. What with foreign traders, market-people, pilgrims to the Mount, and pleasure-seekers, there was noise and bustle enough. Tom, however, found lodgings in a quiet house, a little out of the town, and was on his road, early next day, towards a place where he was told that he might get work. Though in a strange land he went boldly on over barren hills, across deep bottoms, overgrown with thickets; and, nothing daunted, he waded streams of names unknown; and indeed he felt proud, as a traveller, to think that he was going farther east from home than but few of St. Levan had ever been. Thus trudging along he pa.s.sed over Roost Common, through Colenso and Chypraze, traversed G.o.dolphin hills, rested some time near G.o.dolphin stepping-stones, and then pursued his way through Chywh.e.l.la, and over Crenver Downs. About sunset he pa.s.sed this tract of moorland, rich in tin, and arrived at a dwelling surrounded with a court and outbuildings that showed it was a farmer"s house. This he afterwards learnt was Penthoga.
He knocked at the door and said to the mistress, who opened it, "I have travelled from far away in the West Country, to seek work, and would be glad to lodge in your barn to-night."
"Come in, good man; lay down your burthen and sit at the board," said she.
"What cheer, stranger?" exclaimed the farmer; "come here beside me, and when supper is over we will hear the news from your country. And wife, bring a flagon of ale; that"s better drink after a journey than milk,"
continued he, whilst heaping Tom"s trencher from a huge steaming pie of hare, beef, and other meat.
Having made a hearty meal Tom turned his leg over the form and, looking towards the farmer, said, "This is a house of plenty, master. I wish you wanted a servant."
"Well, my son, and what work can you do?" asked the farmer.
"All sorts of husbandry or moor-work," he replied. "Give me a board like this, to keep up my strength, and I"ll turn my back for no man."
After some hours" talk about Tom"s country, and other matters, the farmer, finding him to be a simple, honest fellow, agreed to take him, and they bargained for two pounds a year wages. Now, as Tom didn"t mind doing a trifle of work, after his day"s task was done, the farmer gave him many odd pence. After supper of winters" nights master and men told old drolls and carded wool, whilst mistress and her maids kept their turns (spinning wheels) going till they had each spun their pound of yarn. The women knitted for him warm stockings, and washed and mended his clothes. All were well pleased with Tom, and he liked his place.
When the year was ended, the farmer brought two pounds from his chest, laid them on the board, and, showing them to Tom, who sat opposite, said "Here are your wages, my son; but if you will give them back to me I will teach "e a piece of wisdom more worth than silver and gold."
"Give them here to me," said Tom, "and keep your pennyworth of wit."
"No," said his master, "give them to me, and I will tell thee."
"Well take them to thee," said Tom.
Then said his master, "_Take care never to lodge in a house where an old man is married to a young woman._"
Then they bargained for another year, and, when that was ended, his master brought two pounds; laying them on the table, as before, he said "See, Tom, here are thy wages; but if thou wilt give them back to me I will teach thee another piece of wisdom."
"No, by dad," answered he; "hand them here to me; I don"t want your pennyworth of wit."
"No," said his master, "give them to me, and I will tell thee a piece of wisdom more worth than strength."
"Take them to thee," said Tom.
Then said his master, "_Take care never to leave an old road for a new one._"
They bargained for another year.
Tom now thought much of his wife and daughter, and made up his mind to return home when his time was up. Next year ended, his master brought the two pounds, and said, "See here are thy wages; but if thou wilt give them back again to me I will teach thee the best point of wisdom of all."
"No bring them here; I have wit enow to find my road home again."
"No," said his master, "thou wilt need it then, more than ever. Give them to me and I will tell "e."
"Take them to thee," said he.
"Well now, as thee hast served me truly, like an honest fellow," said his master, "I will tell thee two points of wisdom. First, _never swear to any body or thing seen through gla.s.s_; second, _be thrashed twice before content once_. This is the best point of wisdom of all."
Now Tom said he would serve no longer but leave at once and go to see his wife and child. "No, don"t go to-day," his master answered; "for my wife is going to bake to-morrow morning; she shall make a cake for thee to take home to thy wife, and a hoggan (a cake with meat baked on it) for thee to eat by the way."
"Very well." said Tom, "as it"s Whitsuntide, I"ll wait till Tuesday."
"I am very sorry thee art going to leave us, my son," said the farmer"s wife; "and I should be glad if thee west thatch the hen"s house and the duck"s crow for me, whilst I make thee a cake and hoggan; then I will give thee a charmed stone for thy daughter, that shall be of more worth to her than gold or jewels."
In a few hours Tom thatched all the outbuildings that required it, came into the house, and his mistress gave him a smooth grey stone, about the size and shape of an acorn, with a hole drilled through it, for hanging it by a cord round the neck. "Though this appeareth only like a bit of smooth elvan (trap rock) it is a jewel of great virtue," said the mistress. "It will preserve any woman that weareth it from much trouble if she but keepeth it in her mouth, with her lips closed, that it may not drop out when her husband or any other contendeth with her. I will tie it round thy neck, that it may"nt be lost," said she; and did so.
Tuesday morning Tom took leave, with many kind wishes and promises to see them again. "Take this cake home to your wife, my son," said his master, "and eat it when you are most merry together." "And what you will find in this dinner-bag," said his mistress, "is for "e to eat on the road. Good luck attend thee; come to see us again; thee west be right welcome always."
Tom trudged on for many miles a somewhat different road to that he went, without meeting with anybody, till, having pa.s.sed St. Hillar downs, he fell in with three merchants of Treen, driving before them their pack-horses laden with wool from Helaston fair, whither they had been with cloth and other goods. "What cheer, Tom," cried they, "where hast thou been, and how hast thou fared this long time? We are glad to have the sight of thee!"
"I have been in service and am now going home to my wife; and glad I am to meet men of my parish," said he.
"Come along with us; right welcome thou shalt be," said they.
They kept together and came to Market-jew, where the merchants proposed to sup and stay over night in a house where they had formerly lodged.
"And come along with us, Tom, right welcome thou shalt be," said they.
And when they were come to the inn, Tom said, "I don"t know about stopping here; before settling that point, I must see the host."
"The host of the house!" they exclaimed; "what cans"t thou want with the host? Here is the hostess--young and buxom, as you may see. But if you must needs see the host, you will find him in the kitchen."
By the kitchen fire, sitting on a three-legged stool, Tom saw a feeble, bald-headed old man, turning the spit. "Oh! by my dearly bought wit, I see this is never the inn for me," said Tom, "I will not lodge here, but in the next house."
"Go not yet," said Treen merchants; "stay, take supper with us, thou art heartily welcome."
Soon after supper the merchants saw their horses fed, well groomed, and littered; then, being tired, they went early to bed, and Tom, on entering the next house, was told there was no spare bed, only some straw in a garret where lumber was mostly kept; he might rest there and welcome, free of charge.
"I can sleep there very well," Tom answered; and the host shewed him the place, where sweet straw was piled near a boarding that divided it from the next house, where the Treen merchants lodged. Now the mistress of the inn was very fond of a young fellow who sauntered about, and did nothing for his living but court the landladies of Market-jew. The young wife had long been tired of her old man and wished him dead, but as he never seemed inclined to die, she persuaded the young fellow to put him going that night, as it seemed to her a good opportunity for them to escape suspicion of the dark deed.
A little before daybreak she ran to the mayor"s house--her hair in disorder and her clothes rent--crying when she came near it, "Vengeance!
Vengeance! Do me justice my neighbours! Help me, your worship! My sweet handsome man, don"t delay," cried she, when under his chamber window. "I have been foully dishonoured. My money is stolen, and my dear husband murdered, by three West Country villains, who lodged in our house last night. They are now getting ready to start in haste."
The mayor called from his chamber window, "Go, tell the crier to sound his trumpet through the streets, and summon the town folk to meet me in the market place."
In a short time the townspeople a.s.sembled in the market square, where their mayor and the hostess awaited them. Said the mayor to his constables, "Go to this good woman"s house, and bring hither three men you will find there." Turning to the town"s people he continued, "My honest neighbours, choose a jury among ye, that we may try these West Country rascals, right away, for robbery and murder, and hang them before breakfast--no doubt they are guilty--and the urgency of our own business will not admit of our wasting much time on such matters. And, thank G.o.d, we have no lawyers in Market-jew to confound us with their quibbles, to embarra.s.s justice, and to hinder speedy punishment."
Before the mayor had finished speaking the three Treen merchants were brought, handcuffed, into his presence. When they had all entered the townhall (where the mayor, even in those days, sat with his back towards the one window) his worship said, "Good woman, state your case."
When she stood up one might see that she was one of those who never looked a person fairly in the face, but take one"s measure with stealthy glances. She put on a sanctified look; groaned; sighed; turned up her eyes; and exclaimed, "Oh, blessed Saint Mary, help me to declare the troubles I endured last night! Know, your worship and kind neighbours all," said she, glancing round, "that, towards the morning part of the night, these three villains came into my chamber, where my blessed husband--G.o.d rest him!--and myself were in bed. One of them broke open our money-chest, whilst another did a deed my modesty forbids me to name. My dear man, in trying to defend my virtue and his money, struggled hard. The third blackguard, to keep him quiet, grasped his dear throat with both hands and strangled him. Then they gave me more ill usage all three."
"That will do," said the mayor, "the case seems clear to me. Gentlemen of the jury, what say ye?"