Only one trifling incident befell the boys before they found
themselves without the city gate. They were proceeding down Coleman
Street towards Moor Gate, where they knew they should have to show
their pass, and perhaps have some slight trouble in getting
through, and were rehearsing such things as they had decided to
tell the guard at the gate, when the sound of a dismal howling
smote upon their ears, and they paused to look about them, for the
street was very still, and almost every house seemed deserted and
empty.
The sound came again, and Joseph remarked:
"'Tis some poor dog who perchance has lost master and home. There
be only too many such in the city they say. They throw them by
scores into the river to be rid of them; but I have heard father
say that it is an ill thing to do, and likely to spread the
contagion instead of checking it. Alive, the poor beasts do no ill;
but their carcasses poison both the water and the air. Beshrew me,
but he makes a doleful wailing!"
Going on cautiously through the darkness, for the moon was veiled
behind some clouds, the brothers presently saw, lying just outside
a shut-up house, a long still form wrapped in a winding sheet, put
out ready for one of the many carts that passed up the street on
the way to the great pits in Bunhill and Finsbury Fields. Whether
the corpse was that of a man or a woman the boys could not tell.
They made a circuit round it to avoid passing near.
But beside the still figure squatted a little dog of the turnspit
variety, and he was awakening the echoes of the quiet street by his
lugubrious howls.
Both the brothers were fond of animals, and particularly of dogs,
and they paused after having passed by, and tried to get the
creature to come to them; but though he paused for a moment in his
wailing, and even wagged his tail as though in gratitude for the
kind words spoken, he would not leave his post beside the corpse,
and the boys had perforce to go on their way.
"The dumb brute could teach a lesson in charity to many a human
being," remarked Joseph, gravely; "he will not leave his dead
master, and they too often flee away even from the living. Poor
creature, how mournful are his cries! I would that we could comfort
him."
At the gate they were stopped and questioned. They told a
straightforward and truthful tale; their pass was examined and
found correct; and their father's name being widely known and
respected for his untiring labours in the city at this time, the
boys were treated civilly enough and wished God speed and a safe
return. They were the more quickly dismissed that the sound of
wheels rumbling up to the gate made itself heard, and the guard
darted hastily away into his shelter.
"These plague carts will be the death of us, passing continually
all the night through with their load," he said. "Best be gone
before it comes through, lads. It carries death in its train."
The boys were glad enough to make off, and found themselves for the
time being free of houses in the pleasant open Moor Fields, which
were familiar to them as the favourite gathering place of shopmen
and apprentices on all high days and holidays. The moon shone down
brightly again, although near her setting now; but before long the
dawn would begin to lighten in the east, and the boys cared no whit
for the semi-darkness of a summer's night.
Behind them still came the rumble of wheels, and they drew aside to
let the cart pass with its dreadful cargo. Behind it ran a small
black object, and Benjamin exclaimed:
"It is the little dog! O brother, let us follow and see what
becomes of him!"
The strange curiosity to see the burying place, which tempted only
too many to their death in those perilous days, was upon Joseph at
that moment. He desired greatly to see one of those plague pits,
and to watch the emptying of the cart at its mouth. Forgetting
their father's warnings, the brothers ran quickly after the cart,
which was easily kept in view, and soon saw it halt and turn round
at a spot where they could discern the outline of a great mound of
earth, and the black yawning mouth of what they knew must be the
pit.
Half terrified, half fascinated, they gripped each other by the
hand and crept step by step nearer. They took care to keep to the
windward of the pit, and were getting very near to it when the air
was rent by another of the doleful cries which they had heard
before, but which sounded so strange and mournful here that they
stopped short in terror at the noise. It seemed even to affect the
nerves of the bearers, for one of them exclaimed:
"It is that cur again, who has left the marks of his teeth in my
hand. If I could but get near him with my cudgel, he should never
howl again."
"I thought we had rid ourselves of the brute, but he must have
followed us. A plague upon his doleful voice! They say that it
bodes ill to hear a dog's howl at night. Perchance he will leap
down into the pit after his master. We will take good care he comes
not forth again if he does that."
With these words the rough fellows turned to the cart, which was
now at the edge of the pit, and finished the rude burial which was
all that could in those days be given to the dead. Every now and
then one of the men would aim a heavy stone at the poor dog, who
sat on the edge of the pit howling dismally. The creature, however,
was never hit, for he kept a respectful distance from his enemies.
Their work done, the men got into the cart and drove away, without
having noticed the two boys crouching beside the pile of soil in
the shadow. The dog began running backwards and forwards along the
edge of the pit, which being only lately dug was still deep, though
filling up very fast in these terrible days of drought and heat.
The boys rose up and called to him kindly. He did not notice them
at first, but finally came, and looked up in their faces with
appealing eyes, as though he begged of them to give him back his
master.
"Touch him not, Ben," said Joseph to his brother, who would have
taken the dog into his embrace, "he has been in a plague stricken
house. Let us coax him to yon pool, and wash him there; and then,
if he will go with us, we will take him and welcome. It may be he
will be a safeguard from danger; and it would be sorrowful indeed
to leave him here."
The dog was divided in mind between watching the pit's mouth and
going with the kindly-spoken boys, who coaxed and called to him;
but at last it seemed as though the loneliness of the place, and
the natural instinct of the canine mind to follow something human,
prevailed over the other instinct of watching for the return of his
master from this strange resting place. Perhaps the journey in the
cart and the promiscuous burial had confused the poor beast's mind
as to whether indeed his master lay there at all. With many wistful
glances backwards, he still followed the boys; and when they paused
at length beside a spring of fresh water, he needed little urging
to jump in and refresh himself with a bath, emerging thence in
better spirits and ravenously hungry, as they quickly found when
they opened their wallet and partook of a part of the excellent
provisions packed up for them by their mother.
The young travellers were by this time both tired and sleepy, and
finding near by a soft mossy bank, they lay down and were quickly
asleep, whilst the dog curled himself up contentedly at their feet
and slept also.
When the boys awoke the sun was up, although it was still early
morning. They were bewildered for a few moments to know where they
were, but memory quickly returned to them, and with it a sense of
exhilaration at being no longer cooped up within the walls of a
house, but out in the open country, with the world before them and
the plague-stricken city behind. Even the presence of the dog, who
proved to be a handsome and intelligent member of his race, black
and tan in colour, with appealing eyes and a quick comprehension of
what was spoken to him, added greatly to the pleasure of the lads.
They gave their new companion the name of Fido, as a tribute to his
affection for his dead master; but they were very well pleased that
he did not carry his fidelity to the pass of remaining behind by
the great pit when they started forth to pursue their way to their
aunt's house beyond Islington.
Fido ran backwards and forwards for a while whining and looking
pathetically sorrowful; but after the boys had coaxed and caressed
him, and had explained many times over that his master could not
possibly come back, he seemed to resign himself to the inevitable,
and trotted at their heels with drooping tail, but with gratitude
in his eyes whenever they paused to caress him or give him a kind
word.
And they were glad enough of his company along the road, for from
time to time they met groups of very rough-looking men prowling
about as though in search of plunder. Some of these fellows eyed
the wallets carried by the boys with covetous glances; but on such
occasions Fido invariably placed himself in front of his young
masters, and with flashing eyes and bristling back plainly
intimated that he was there to protect them, whilst the gleaming
rows of shining teeth which he displayed when he curled up his lips
in a threatening snarl seemed to convince all parties that it was
better not to provoke him to anger.
The more open parts of the region without the walls looked very
strange to the boys as they journeyed onwards. Numbers of tents
were to be seen dotted about Finsbury and Moor Fields and whole
families were living there in the hope of escaping contagion.
Country people from regions about came daily with their produce to
supply the needs of these nomads; and it was curious to see the
precautions taken on both sides to avoid personal contact. The
villagers would deposit their goods upon large stones set up for
the purpose; and after they had retired to a little distance, some
persons from the tents or scattered houses would come and take the
produce, depositing payment for it in a jar of vinegar set there to
receive it. After it had thus lain a short time, the vendor would
come and take it thence; but some were so cautious that they would
not place it in purse or pocket till they had passed it through the
fire of a little brazier which they had with them.
Nor was it to be wondered at that the country folks were thus
cautious, for the contagion had spread throughout all the
surrounding districts, and every village had its tale of woe to
tell. At first the people had been kind and compassionate enough in
welcoming and harbouring apparently sound persons fleeing from the
city of destruction; but when again and again it happened that the
wayfarer died that same night of the plague in the house which had
received him, and infected many of those who had showed him
kindness, so that sometimes a whole family was swept away in two or
three days, it was no wonder that they were afraid of offering
hospitality to wayfarers, and preferred that these persons should
encamp at a distance from them, though they were willing to supply
them with the necessaries of life at reasonable charges. It must be
spoken to the credit of the country people at this time, that they
did not raise the price of provisions, as might have been expected,
seeing the risk they ran in taking them to the city. There was no
scarcity and hardly any advance in price throughout the dismal time
of visitation. This was doubtless due, in part, to the wise and
able measures taken by the magistrates and city corporations; but
it also redounds to the credit of the villagers, that they did not
strive to enrich themselves through the misfortunes of their
neighbours.
The boys were glad to purchase fruit and milk for a light
breakfast; and their fresh open faces and tender years seemed to
give them favour wherever they went. They were not shunned, as some
travellers found themselves at this time, but were admitted to
several farm houses on their way, and regaled plentifully, whilst
they told their tale to a circle of breathless listeners.
Sometimes they were stopped upon the way by the men told off to
watch the roads, and turn back any coming from the city who had not
the proper pass of health. But the boys, being duly provided with
this, were always suffered to proceed after some parley. They
began, however, to understand how difficult a thing it had now
become to escape from the infected city; and several times they saw
travellers turned back because their passes were dated a few days
back, and the guard declared it impossible to know what infection
they had encountered since.
Very sad indeed were these poor creatures at being, as it were,
sent back to their death. For it began to be rumoured all about the
city that not a living creature would escape who remained there. It
was said that God's judgments had gone forth, and that the whole
place would be given over to destruction, even as Sodom, and that
none who remained in it would be left alive.
This sort of talk made the brothers very anxious and sorrowful,
but, as Joseph sought to remind his brother, the people who said
these things had nothing better to go by than the prognostications
of old women or quacks and astrologers, whom their father had
taught them to disbelieve. He had always taught them that God alone
knew the future and the thing that He would do, and that it was
folly and presumption on the part of man to seek to penetrate His
counsels, and venture to prophesy things which He had not revealed.
So they plucked up heart, these two youthful wayfarers, firmly
believing that God would take care of their father and all those
who were working in the cause of mercy and charity in the great
city, and that they could leave the issues of these things in His
hands.
Since the day was very hot, and they were somewhat weary with their
long walk and short night, they lay down at noontide in a little
wood, not more than three miles from their aunt's house in
Islington, and there they slept again, with Fido at their feet,
until the sun was far in the west, and they were ready to finish
their journey in the cool freshness of the evening.
They had come by no means the nearest way, but had fetched a wide
circuit, so as to avoid, as far as possible, all regions of
outlying houses. Time was no particular object to them, so that
they reached their destination by nightfall; and now they were
quite in the open country, and delighting in the pure air and the
rural sights and sounds.
Yet even here all was not so happy and smiling as appeared from the
face of nature. The corn was standing ripe for the sickle, but in
too many districts there were not hands enough to reap it. One
beautiful field of wheat which the brothers passed was shedding the
golden grain from the ripened ears, and flocks of birds were
gathering it up. When they passed the farmstead they saw the reason
for this. Not a sign of life was there about the place. No cattle
lowed, no dog barked; and an old crone who sat by the wayside with
a bundle of ripe ears in her lap shook her head as she saw the
wondering faces of the boys, and said:
"All dead and gone! all dead and gone! Alive one day--dead the
next! The plague carried them off, every one of them, harvest hands
and all. They say it was the men who came to cut the corn that
brought it. But who can tell? They got yon field in"--pointing to
one where the golden stubble was to be seen short and compact--"but
half were dead ere ever it was down; and then the sickness fell
upon the house, and of those who did not fly not one remains. Lord
have mercy upon us! We be all dead men if He come not to our aid.
Who knows whose turn may come next?"
Truly the shadow of death seemed everywhere. But the boys were so
used to dismal tales of wholesale devastation that one more or less
did not seem greatly to matter. Perhaps the contrast was the more
sharp out here between the smiling landscape and the silent,
shut-up house; but the chief fear which beset them was lest their
kind aunt should have been taken by death, in which case they
scarcely knew what would become of themselves.
They hastened their steps as they entered the familiar lane where
nestled the thatched cottage in which their aunt had her abode.
Mary Harmer was their father's youngest and favourite sister. Once
she had made one of the home party on the bridge; but that was long
before the boys could remember. That was in the lifetime of their
grandparents, and before the old people resigned their business to
the able hands of their son James, and came into the country to
live.
The grandfather of Joseph and Benjamin had built this cottage, and
he and his wife had lived in it from that time till the day of
their death. Their daughter Mary remained still in the pretty,
commodious place--if indeed she had not died during the time of the
visitation. The children all loved their Aunt Mary, and esteemed a
visit to her house as one of the greatest of privileges.
Benjamin, who was rather delicate, had once passed six months
together here, and was called by Mary Harmer "her boy." He grew
excited as he marked every familiar turn in the shady lane; and
when at last the thatched roof of the rose-covered cottage came in
sight, he uttered a shout of excitement and ran hastily forward.
The diamond lattice panes were shining with their accustomed
cleanliness. There was no sign of neglect about the bright little
house. The door stood open to the sunshine and the breeze; and at
the sound of Benjamin's cry, a figure in a neat cotton gown and
large apron appeared suddenly in the doorway, whilst a familiar
voice exclaimed: "Now God be praised! it is my own boy. Two of
them! Thank Heaven for so much as this!" and running down the
garden path, Mary Harmer folded both the lads in her arms, tears
coursing down her cheeks the while.
"God bless them! God bless them! How I have longed for news of you
all! What news from home bring you, dear lads? I tremble almost to
ask, but be it what it may, two of you are alive and well; and in
times like these we must needs learn to say, 'Thy will be done!'"
"We are all alive, we are all well!" cried Joseph, hastening to
relieve the worst of his aunt's fears. "Some say ours is almost the
only house in London where there be not one dead. I scarce know if
that be true. One or two of us have been sick, and some say that
Janet and Dan have both had a touch of the distemper; but they soon
were sound again. They all go about amongst the sick. Father has
been one of the examiners all the time through; and though they
only appoint them for a month, he will not give up his office. He
says that so long as he and his family are preserved, so long will
he strive to do his duty towards his fellow men. There be many like
him--our good Lord Mayor for one; and my Lord Craven, who will not
fly, as almost all the great ones have done, but stays to help to
govern the city wisely, and to see that the alms are distributed
aright to the poor at this season.
"But there was naught for us to do. We were too young to be bearers
or searchers, and boys cannot tend the sick. So we grew weary past
bearing of the shut-up house, and yestereve our father gave us
leave to sally forth and seek news of thee, good aunt. And oh, we
are right glad to find ourselves out of the city and safe with
thee!"
Joseph spoke on, because Mary Harmer was weeping so plenteously
with joy and gratitude that she had no words in which to answer
him. She had not dared to hope that she should see again any of the
dear faces of her kinsfolk. True, the distemper was yet raging
fiercely, and none could say when the end would come; but it was
much to know that they had lived in safety through these many
weeks. It seemed to the pious woman as though God had given her a
sort of pledge of His special mercy to her and hers, and that He
would not now fail them.
She led the boys into her pretty, cheerful cottage, and set them
down to the table, where she quickly had a plentiful meal set
before them. Fido's pathetic story was told, and he was caressed
and fed in a fashion that altogether won his heart. He made them
all laugh at his method of showing gratitude; for he walked up to
the fire before which a bit of meat was cooking, and plainly
intimated his desire to be allowed to turn the spit if they would
give him the needful convenience. This being done by the handy
Benjamin, he set to his task with the greatest readiness, and the
boys quite forgot all their sorrowful thoughts in the entertainment
of watching Fido turn the spit.
Long did they sit at table, eating with the healthy appetite of
growing lads, and answering their aunt's minute questions as to the
welfare of every member of the household. Greatly was she
interested in the home for desolate children provided by Lady
Scrope, and ordered by her nieces and Gertrude. She told the boys
that her house had often been used to shelter homeless and
destitute persons, whom charity forbade her to send away. Just now
she was alone; but even then she was not idle, for all round in the
open fields and woods persons of all conditions were living
encamped, and some of these had hardly the necessaries of life. Out
of her own modest abundance, Mary Harmer supplied food and clothing
to numbers of poor creatures, who might otherwise be in danger of
perishing; and she bid the boys be ready to help her in her labour
of love, because she had ofttimes more to do than one pair of hands
could accomplish, and her little serving girl had run off in alarm
the very first time she opened her door to a poor sick lady with an
infant in her arms, who had escaped from the city only to die out
in the country. It was not the plague that carried her off, but
lung disease of long standing, and the infant did not survive its
mother many days.
"But it frightened Sally away, poor child, just as if it had been
the sickness; and I have since heard that she was taken with it a
month ago in her own home, and that every one there died within
three days. These be terrible times! But we know they are sent by
God, and that He will help us through them; and surely, I think, it
cannot be His will that we turn a deaf ear to the plaints of the
afflicted, and think of naught but our own safety. I have work and
enough to do, and will find you enough to fill your hands, boys. It
was a happy thought indeed which sent you two hither to me."