"But tell us something about yourself, and Mr Dalzell. I suppose you have been in action together?"
"Action!--Lord love ye, sir, we were hardly ever out of it! If I were to tell you all, I"d have nothing else to do for the next week. I always said I"d live to see him an admiral, and I say so still; and if ever man deserved a flag, there sits the man, for a braver officer and a better seaman never trod a plank, though I says it as shouldn"t say it, seeing as how I first taught him to reef and steer."
"Come, come, Tom," interrupted Dalzell, "if you are going to spin such a yarn as that, the sooner you cut it the better."
"Ax your honour"s pardon, but I must speak. Didn"t you save my life in that "ere action with the Flower-de-louce? Haven"t you been the best friend to me I ever had? Haven"t you often saved me from the gangway when I"ve dipped my whiskers too deep into the grog-kid? And can I sit quiet with such a gla.s.s as this before me?" emptying the tumbler as he spoke.
"Well, that"s enough, Tom. If you"re so fond of your grog, you had better get on with your story as fast as you can, for not a drop more shall you taste till you have finished."
"But, bless your heart, sir, how am I to begin? I"m like a marine adrift on a grating, or an a.s.s in a hay-field. I"ve got lots o" yarns to tell, but I don"t know which way to turn myself among them."
"Well," said Dalzell, "I"ll go and take a walk, and leave you to your own devices;" and he left the room.
"Now, your honour," said Tom, addressing me, "I"ll tell you a famous trick our captain sarved the Johnny Croppos.[19] He was a dashing fellow that, and never stuck at nuffen: a reglar fire-eater--"ud face the devil himself. We was a-cruising off the coast of France, when the look-out hails the deck--"A strange sail ahead!" Well, there was crack on everything, below and aloft--clear ship for action--beat to quarters, and all that; and we were soon near enough to see a snug, business-looking craft, brig-rigged, standing to the westward under easy sail. So we fired a gun to leeward, and hoisted English colours, and she did the same, and hauled her wind to join us. When she came within hail, we found she was an English privateer, and the captain of her said he had something of consequence to tell our commander, and he was ordered to come on board. Well, the news soon spread over the ship, that the privateer had seen two French merchantmen at anchor under the guns of a small battery; that he was not strong enough to cut them out himself, and that he had hailed a king"s ship the day before to tell her so, but he was not believed.
[Footnote 19: Nautical for "c.r.a.paud"--nickname for the French.]
""Well," says our captain, says he, "I"ll have a slap at them at all events."
""I"ll lead the way, sir, if you"ll allow me."
""But"--and here they went into the cabin with the first luff; and, after staying there for some time, out they comes, and the captain of the privateer jumps into his boat, and shoves off.
""You understand?" shouted the skipper to him.
""Perfectly, sir."
"Our captain looked as pleased as Punch, and we all saw there was something in the wind. The privateer stood to the French coast under easy sail, and we followed in her wake. Word was pa.s.sed for volunteers for a cutting-out job, and there wasn"t a man o" the ship"s company as didn"t come forward; but they couldn"t all go--that was sartain; and there was many a long face amongst those that were not chosen; but the others, you"d a-thought they were going to a _hop_ at the point, they were so pleased at the thoughts o" the fun. Well, when we"d got well in sight o" the land, the privateer made all sail, and shaped a course along the coast, and we cracked on in chase; but then we put a drag over the bows to keep us astarn, and though we made a great show, we didn"t gain upon her. We all wondered at this strange move, but we wondered still more when we saw French colours flying from our peak, and heard the orders given to fire the bow-chasers, but to aim wide o" the mark.
We saw the shot drop into the water, first on the one quarter, then on the other, of the privateer; but devil a one struck her; and she, with her English colours flying, kept peppering away at us with her starn-chasers; but her shot, like ours, all fell wide of the mark. By this time we were well in with the sh.o.r.e, and could see two fine large merchant ships lying at anchor close under the guns of a small battery near the town, which lined the beach of a snug bay. The privateer immediately hauled her wind off the coast, as if afeared o" the guns o"
the battery, and we did the same. We could see the beach crowded with people hurrying to look at the running fight between the French frigate, as they thought (she had been one once), and the English privateer.
Well, this game lasted for some time; lots o" smoke and noise, for we yawed two or three times to give her a broadside, and to let her get away from us, till at last we gave it up for a bad job, and bore up under easy sail for the bay we had before seen. We stood in, clued all up, and came to an anchor with a very short scope of cable, and brought to, all ready for weighing again. The boats were lowered and manned, and a few jollies[20] were stowed away in the starn-sheets out o" sight. The beach was crowded with people anxious to hear the news; even the swaddies,[21] except two or three sentries, deserted the battery, now that all danger was past, as they thought. Well, the gig pulled towards the sh.o.r.e, just to amuse the Frenchmen, while another boat pulled directly to the battery, and, in quarter less no time, the sentries were knocked down, and the guns were tumbled off their carriages--there were lots o" crowbars and handspikes in the boat. Meantime, two other boats boarded the merchantmen, and afore you could say Jack Robinson, their crews, never dreaming of the English, were secured, their cables cut, and the boats towing them out, without a single shot being fired, or a man hurt. By this time the topsails were at the masthead aboard the frigate, and the anchor weighed, and she stood quietly out of the bay, and hove to. The French ensign was then hauled down, and with three roaring cheers from our ship"s company, the red flag of Old England was run up in its stead. In a short time crews were put on board the prizes, the boats were hoisted in, and we shaped our course for the Channel.
What do you think o" that now, sir, for a clever move?"
[Footnote 20: Marines.]
[Footnote 21: Soldiers.]
"Capital, capital! I never heard a better. But what part of the play did Mr Dalzell and you act?"
"Oh, I says nuthen. I knows who was the first officer to mount the battery, and who was the man as trod upon his heels; but that is neither here nor there. Kelso for ever! says I. I says nuthen."
I could not help laughing at Tom"s expressive "nuthens."
"Kelso for ever, indeed!" said I. "Then the two Kelso men were foremost, eh?"
"It"s of no use denying it, sir, or making a secret of what"s no secret at all. I believe that job was the "casion of Mr Dalzell"s having a swab tacked to his shoulder."
"A swab!--what"s a swab?"
"It"s what you long-sh.o.r.e gemmen calls an appleeat,[22] I believe, sir; a bunch o" gold yarns a leaftennan wears on his shoulder."
[Footnote 22: Epaulette.]
"Oh, ay! I understand."
"Oh, how pleased he was when he got his commission some time after; and pleased was I to see his happy face, for I knowed he was a-thinking of the bonny la.s.s he left behind him at Kelso. I hope he"ll soon take her in tow now for life."
Great was the sorrow the good-hearted fellow expressed, when I told him of Dalzell"s disappointment. He swore he would find Grace Douglas, if she were above ground; and that he would leave no means untried, as long as he had health and strength to persevere.
"Well, but how did you lose your arm, Tom?"
"Oh, your honour, it was in that "ere action with the Flower-de-louce.
We were blazing away at each other as hard as we could lather, and I had jumped into the main-chains to do something I was ordered, when, crack!
a musket-ball strikes me on the arm, and I fell overboard as helpless as a sucking-pig; and I"d have gone down like a pig of lead, if Leaftennan Dalzell hadn"t banged overboard after me, and supported me to the rudder chains, where we hung till they gave us a rope. Long life to him! says I--I lost my arm, but I got a pension, and we both on us got lots o"
prize money."
At this point of Tom"s yarn, Mr Dalzell called to me through the window--
"Here are some young visiters coming, Mr Thomson."
I looked out, and replied--
"Oh, they are my two boys. I forgot to tell you that I am a father as well as a husband. The little fellows have been with their nurse, spending the forenoon at my sister"s--the house you see there, through the trees. Let us go and meet them."
And out we all sallied, Tom bringing up the rear. As we approached them, the nurse, who was talking and playing with the children, looked up, and, seeing Dalzell, uttered a faint scream, and turned deadly pale.
"Holloa!" said I, hurrying towards her; "what is the matter with the girl?"
My companion, however, was beforehand with me. He rushed past me, caught her in his arms, and, calling her his "dear, dear Grace," kissed her pale cheek till the blood mantled rosy red upon it again; while she murmured, "Dear Edward, then you have not forgot your Grace?"
It was quite a romantic scene altogether, with a slight touch of the ludicrous. There was the girl hanging on Dalzell"s arm, half-fainting, her head hanging back, her bonnet off, and her long, fair hair floating in the breeze; while hysterical sobs of joy burst from her every now and then; my little George roaring might and main, and sobbing out, "Naughty man! bite Nelly;" Dalzell, pale and agitated, alternately kissing her cheek and hugging her to his bosom; my wife crying; Tom Telford whirling round and round, waving his hat over his head, and flourishing his empty sleeve in the air; and I, the most sensible person in the group, standing staring in delighted astonishment at this pleasing and unexpected denouement. After the first excitement occasioned by this unlooked-for meeting was over, we all returned to the house, eager to hear Grace Douglas"s account of her adventures.
Before she begins, however, I must beg the reader"s patience till I relate how she happened to be in my service. About a twelvemonth before, my wife was obliged to part with her nurserymaid, in consequence of her repeated acts of misconduct; and, not being able to replace her in the neighbourhood, she begged me to advertise for one in the public prints.
In answer to this advertis.e.m.e.nt, a young and very lovely woman presented herself, whose appearance immediately prepossessed us in her favour. Her manners were mild and gentle, and such as were little to be expected in one in her rank of life. When asked for a character, she replied that she had never been in service; that she was an orphan, and had none to recommend her; that, if we liked to try her, she hoped and trusted she would give us satisfaction--at least no endeavour should be wanting on her part. She declined giving any account of her family, merely saying that adverse circ.u.mstances had obliged her to resort to this means of seeking a subsistence. _She_ did not care about wages; all that she wished for was protection and a comfortable home. My wife, much as she was pleased with her appearance and manner, was unwilling to make what she considered the dangerous experiment of engaging an unknown character; but I overruled her objections, in which I was materially a.s.sisted by mamma"s darling, little George, who, attracted by the mild countenance and sweet voice of the stranger, clung to her side, and cried for her to remain. My wife could not resist the appeal; and Ellen Stewart, as she wished to be called, became one of our family, and soon proved herself worthy of our confidence. The substance of her previous history, as she related it to Dalzell, was as follows:--
A succession of bad crops, and of unfortunate farming speculations, had obliged her father to give up the farm in which they had so long lived happily together. His health had been long declining; and, when he died, she was left almost dest.i.tute. She had a maternal aunt, who was willing and anxious to share with her her trifling pittance; but she was determined not to be a burden on one who was hardly able to support herself. At this time our advertis.e.m.e.nt met her eye, and she immediately hastened to answer it--resolved, under an a.s.sumed name, to submit to the duties of a menial station, which she was sure, if her poor but proud aunt were let into the secret, she would indignantly oppose. She had written to her aunt, to a.s.sure her of her welfare, but without disclosing the name of her place of abode. She had had, before her father died, two very eligible offers of marriage, which she rejected; for she felt sure, she said, that her own Edward would return. Three weeks afterwards, the long-tried constancy of the lovers was rewarded--mutually rewarded; for they were worthy of each other. I had the pleasure of giving away the bride; and honest Tom enjoyed an extra gla.s.s of his favourite grog on the occasion, by way of "wetting his commission," as he called it--Dalzell having installed him as a kind of Jack-of-all-trades in his new establishment. The only drawback to his perfect happiness was, that he never lived to see his master an admiral.
THE GOOD MAN OF DRYFIELD.
"To Let, the Mansion-house of Dryfield. This is a small, genteel, self-contained house, beautifully situated on the banks of the Clyde, with large garden and seven acres of fine arable land attached. Rent moderate. Premises will be shown, and other particulars given, by Mr Pentland, farmer, Minnigrain, near Dryfield, who is also empowered to transact all matters relative to the letting of the house and grounds."
Such, good reader, was an advertis.e.m.e.nt that appeared in the "Caledonian Mercury" some six-and-twenty years ago. Well, but what on earth has an advertis.e.m.e.nt of this sort to do with the Border Tales? Patience, kind friend--patience; and, as a certain humorous song--whose t.i.tle we have forgotten--says, "you shall hear." This advertis.e.m.e.nt, commonplace as it may seem, possessed some interest for me at the time it appeared; for at that very moment I was commissioned, by a friend then resident in Jamaica, but who was contemplating an immediate return to his native country, to look out for exactly such a place as that described in the announcement above quoted.
Having some recollection of the place myself, which I had casually seen several years before, as I pa.s.sed on the top of the mail, I felt convinced that it was precisely such a residence as my friend desired.
Under this impression, I determined on paying Dryfield a visit, and making a personal survey of the premises. Conform thereto, the following morning found me on the top of the mail. In six hours afterwards, I was at Minnigrain, and in the presence of its worthy occupant, Mr Pentland.