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THE HIGH-METTLED RACER.
At Cooke's well-known travelling Circus there may be seen some
remarkable performances with horses and small ponies that have been
trained for the purpose. In London, at Hengler's Cirque, as it is
called, there is a fine stud of horses, which commands general
admiration. Without depreciating modern establishments of this kind,
our recollections go back to Astley's Amphitheatre, near Westminster
Bridge, as it used to be thirty to forty years ago, under the
management of the late Mr Ducrow. The feats there performed by some of
the horses were exceedingly wonderful. The animals seemed to possess
a degree of human intelligence. They were accomplished actors. Their
powers of simulation with a view to entertain spectators went far
beyond what any one could expect whose knowledge is confined to the
ordinary class of horses. We will mention a few particulars regarding
the horses at Astley's as they occur to our memory.
One evening the performance represented a house on fire. All the
inhabitants of the dwelling had managed to escape except a lady in an
upper story. You saw her at a window throwing about her arms wildly,
and screaming for help. Her appeals to the assembled crowd beneath
were heart-rending. The firemen could not reach her, for the stair was
seemingly in a blaze, and there was no fire-escape. The spectators in
the theatre were wrought up to an agony, it being but too evident that
the poor lady was doomed to perish by a painful and violent death. In
the midst of the commotion, a horse which belonged to the lady rushed
upon the stage. In its stable it had heard the screams of its mistress,
and hastened to do its best to save her. Without saddle or bridle, it
was seen to rush into the house, and to climb the stair amidst flames
and volumes of smoke. It reached the apartment where the lady was. She
mounted on its back, holding by the mane, and the horse descending the
stair brought her safely to the ground. Prolonged shouts of applause
rewarded the hazardous exploit. The whole thing was a beautiful piece
of acting, evoking throughout sentiments of pleasure and admiration.
Nothing but kindness and long training could have made the horse so
clever in knowing what to do and to do it well. The feat was the more
surprising as horses usually have a dread of fire which is not easily
conquered. It will be understood that the fire had been so adroitly
managed as to effect no injury on the theatre, and that there never had
been any real danger.
On another evening at Astley's a still more remarkable piece of acting
by a white horse named Prince, was offered for public entertainment.
It was in a play called the High-mettled Racer. The play was in
several successive acts, and designed to represent different stages
of degradation in the career of a horse from youth to old age. The
spectacle was painful but touching, and unfortunately in too many cases
true to nature. We shall endeavour to describe some of the scenes.
When the piece opens, we have a view of an English country mansion. In
front there are several mounted huntsmen in scarlet coats ready to set
out on a fox-chase. They are waiting till a young lady comes out of the
mansion to accompany them. We see the lady, who is properly equipped
for riding, descend the steps at the doorway, and by the aid of a groom
mount a young and beautifully shaped white horse that is in readiness
for her. She speaks to it affectionately, and calls it her dear Prince.
The elegant form of the animal, its proud bearing, its glossy coat, and
the spirited way it prances about, excite general admiration. After a
little galloping to shew its paces, the horse with its fair rider goes
off with the huntsmen and hounds in pursuit of a fox--that was also a
taught actor in its way--which leads the party through a variety of
difficulties, such as climbing up rocks, leaping over hedges, and so
forth, till at length, when on the point of being run down, it dashes
into the cottage of a poor old woman, who humanely gives it shelter.
She takes up the fox lovingly in her arms, and saves it from seemingly
impending destruction. That may be called the first stage in the
horse's career, during which Prince was well attended to and happy.
At the beginning of next act, the horse is to appearance several years
older, and is no longer fit for racing or hunting. The lady, its first
owner, had from some circumstances been compelled to part with it. From
its swiftness in running, it had been purchased to run at celebrated
horse-races, at which it had on several occasions won prizes, and its
sprightliness obtained for it the name of the High-mettled Racer.
After this it was transferred from one owner to another, always in
a descending scale, until poor Prince is seen in the condition of a
cab-horse in the streets of London. It has somewhat the look of its
former state, but is terribly broken down in figure and spirit. Its
plump and glossy appearance is gone. It is dirty and dejected. It hangs
its head droopingly down. Its ribs shine through its skin. Its joints
are stiff. It stands on three legs, with the other leg resting on the
point of the foot, just as we see cab-horses trying to rest their
aching limbs when standing in a row for hire. What a wretched downcome
from that which Prince had enjoyed in 'life's young dream!' There
awaits it, however, a still lower depth of misery.
In the following act, Prince is reduced to the forlorn condition of
drawing a sand-cart, when it can hardly draw its own legs after it.
To appearance, it is half-starved. A child offers it a few straws,
which it is glad to eat. It seems to be little better than skin and
bone. The cart in which it is yoked belongs to a rude jobber whose
object is to wring the utmost possible work out of the animal before
selling it to be killed. A feeling of horror and compassion thrills
through the spectators. They can hardly believe they are only looking
at a play, for the simulation is perfect. Staggering along with its
draught under the cruel urging of the whip, the moment arrives when
Prince can go no further. Its unhappy span of life is terminated. It
suddenly drops down under its weary load--to die, and be relieved of
all its troubles. Unyoked from the cart, and relieved of its harness,
there it is stretched out, with a crowd of idlers about it, seemingly
at the last gasp, and offering in its fate a dreadful instance of
undeserved cruelty to animals. 'Man's inhumanity to man makes countless
thousands mourn.' Quite true; but, alas, inhumanity to man is nothing
in comparison with the inhumanity which is recklessly exercised towards
the horse.
There is a concluding scene in the life of the horse we have been
describing, which must on no account be omitted. While lying in the
street in its death-struggle, and when preparations were making to drag
it off to the shambles, a lady who is passing recognises the dying
animal as being her favourite horse Prince, which she had ridden years
ago at the fox-chase. At the same time the poor beast faintly lifting
its head, recognises its old mistress, and with failing eyes seems to
implore her compassion. In a state of distraction, the lady kneels
down, takes the horse's head in her lap, speaks to it consolingly,
and once more calls it her dear Prince. Oh, what she would not do to
revive the dying animal, and give Prince a new lease of existence!
Just at this juncture, in the manner of the old plays, when something
supernatural was required to get over a serious difficulty, a
sylph-like being in the character of a benevolent fairy appears on the
stage carrying a magic wand. Her mission, she says, being to redress
wrong, she touches the dying horse with the wand and bids it rise. In
an instant Prince starts up from its recumbent position, and to the
delight and amazement of everybody, it is as fresh, plump, glossy, and
beautiful as when it went out with the hounds in the fox-chase. The
lady springs upon its back, and off Prince goes at a splendid gallop.
The applause was, of course, immense!
Perhaps in the whole annals of horsemanship there was never
demonstrated a more wonderful case of acting. The horse had all along
been feigning for public amusement. It had feigned to be a cab-horse.
It had feigned to be tired when it stood on three legs. It feigned
to be dying when it dropped down in the sand-cart. The whole affair
was a piece of simulation, and by means of some adventitious aid in
discolouring the skin, the deception was complete. A hasty rub with a
cloth puts it all to rights; and instead of dying, Prince gallops off
in the consciousness of having performed a brilliant piece of acting.
What we have narrated from recollection will assist in illustrating the
natural intelligence of the horse, and the extent to which it can be
educated by patient and gentle training. Harsh treatment would be all
a mistake. Words kindly spoken, some small reward in the shape of a
mouthful of what is agreeable--a trifling sweetmeat, for instance--will
work wonders in forming the character of the horse, and teaching it to
perform any required feat. We have always thought that an impressive
moral lesson was conveyed in the play of the High-mettled Racer.
W. C.
THE LAST OF THE HADDONS.
CHAPTER XVII.--MRS TIPPER TO THE RESCUE.
There was the gravest reason for anxiety respecting Lilian's future.
Marian at her very best, and with the strongest motive for making
herself agreeable to Lilian, had never been a companion for her; and
now! Would it be possible for Lilian to remain at Fairview for even the
three or four months until Philip's return? I had very grave doubts
upon the point.
That Marian was better than she had appeared when she first became
acquainted with her good fortune, I am bound to acknowledge. Although
she had at first seen the question entirely from one point of view, it
presently became evident that she was not lacking in a certain kind
of good-nature, which, in my prejudice against her, I had not given
her credit for being capable of. Evidently she now meant to be kind
and considerate, and to act generously, according to her light. Indeed
I think she flattered herself that nothing could be more amiable and
generous than was her demeanour towards Lilian, the morning after the
revelation had been made. If Lilian found her graciousness hard to
bear, she did not blame Marian for it. She came to meet Lilian with
a kiss, as the latter entered the breakfast-room, and was altogether
a great deal more than usually affectionate in her morning greeting.
Moreover, she made some effort to keep her delight, at the discovery
which had been made, as much out of sight as possible.
As yet it was only in Marian's altered bearing towards the servants
that the effect which the change in her position had upon her could be
seen. She had many a time expressed her opinion that Lilian was not
sufficiently dignified in her bearing towards her inferiors, and she
was now shewing us what she considered to be the proper deportment of a
mistress; though the effect was somewhat marred by their reception of
it.
But it did me real good to see the fealty of one and all to Lilian.
That Marian should at once pass to the head of the table was, I
suppose, under the circumstances, to be expected; and neither Mrs
Tipper nor Lilian appeared in the slightest degree annoyed by it; both,
perhaps, too much absorbed to care where they sat. But I was somewhat
amused to find that the arrangement of the breakfast things was swiftly
altered; and so far as the replacing the urn, cups and saucers, and so
forth went, where Lilian sat was made the head of the table. Marian
looked very indignant and rather foolish; but she could not very well
protest at that moment.
I am afraid I did a little enjoy witnessing her mortification, when
Marian found that Lilian was treated with as much deference as though
she were a queen, and invariably served before herself. Saunders,
indeed, made quite a demonstration of obeying Lilian's slightest
glance; whilst the new power was very indifferently waited upon by his
subordinate. It was no use giving orders; Saunders was deaf and dumb
and blind, so far as Marian was concerned. He could not, and would
not, look over her indecent haste in stepping into his beloved young
mistress's place; and as I afterwards found, he had made up his mind
to leave Fairview immediately the change that had taken place was made
known; and having Lilian to refer to for a character, was independent
of Marian's patronage, and took delight in shewing that he was.
Lilian's past kindness to them was beginning to bear fruit amongst
the servants. Every one in the house seemed desirous to prove their
love and sympathy with her now. She had informed me that she meant
to lose no time in putting Marian in possession, and very quickly
proved that she was in earnest. As soon as we four were alone together
in the morning-room, she quietly began, looking a great deal more
self-possessed than the Lilian of yesterday:
'I do not know precisely what has to be done; but I suppose some legal
form has to be gone through to put you in possession of--your--rights,
Marian; I have therefore telegraphed for the solicitor. He will tell
you what has to be done; and I hope it may be got through as quickly as
possible, for all our sakes.'
'Well, dear, I leave all that to you. I don't want to hurry you; no one
could behave more kindly about it than you have, for I'm sure it must
be dreadful to have to give up all---- But there; of course you will
live here with me,' added Marian, in an outburst of good-nature. 'I'll
give you as much as you meant to give me, and'----
'Pray'----
'But I must say it, dear. I am not going to forget all your kindness to
me. No one shall be able to say that I have not behaved generously.'
'I am sure you mean well,' returned Lilian, shrinking nervously
under the generosity. 'But I do not as yet quite know what I shall
do. Of course Auntie and Mary and I must be together, and we none of
us mind being poor. Perhaps Mary and I could try opening a little
school?'--with a glance towards me.
'We shall contrive to get on very well, dearie,' was my cheerful little
rejoinder.
Marian was about to protest; but Lilian gravely went on: 'If I can in
any way do without accepting your--kindness, you must excuse my saying
that I prefer independence.'
No mention, I believe no thought of Arthur Trafford in connection with
her future life. She seemed to realise that if he had not already
deserted her he would do so very shortly: it was only a question of
time.
'Oh, you mustn't talk like that, you know!' said Marian; 'you mustn't,
really. It sounds like pride; and why should you be too proud to take
an allowance, when I was not? At anyrate you must, and shall, take as
much as Pa used to allow me--two hundred a year, you know;' with the
air of feeling that she was acting very largely.
'Please excuse me now; I have something to attend to up-stairs,' said
Lilian, moving towards the door. 'Come, Mary.'
I promptly rose to accompany her. Marian looked as though her
good-nature was becoming exhausted.
'Oh, by-the-bye, stop a moment, Miss Haddon. I shall not be in need
of a companion; at least, if I have one, I should like to choose for
myself; so perhaps, under the circumstances, you will not require a
long notice. You couldn't expect it; and'----
'I shall not require any notice whatever from you,' was my cheerful
rejoinder. 'My engagement was with Miss Farrar.'
'You forget _I_ am Miss Farrar.'
'You will very often have to put up with my forgetfulness upon that
point while I remain at Fairview,' was my mental comment. But I gravely
informed her that she need have no fears about my being troublesome in
any way.
Mrs Tipper had been silent during our conversation, apparently thinking
over some little plan of her own; but she rose at once to accompany
Lilian and me, no way deterred by Marian's protests. For the first time
I noticed a quiet dignity in her bearing, which sat extremely well upon
her, as she said: 'My place is by the side of my dear Lilian.'
As I had expected, an early train brought Arthur Trafford, eager to
recommence his efforts to persuade Lilian to fall in with his wishes;
and perhaps not without hope that, now she had had time to realise what
the giving up would really be, he would find her more plastic in his
hands. As I have said, such as it was, his love was sincere--only one
thing seemed worse than losing her; and he would not lose her without
a desperate struggle. He came, prepared to exert all his powers of
persuasion. Her firmness, or obstinacy as he chose to call it, had
quite taken him by surprise, and he could not as yet believe in it,
being more inclined to ascribe it to temper than to conviction. He met
with a little rebuff in the outset, in her unwillingness to see him
alone. He had been shewn into the library, where she was sitting with
Mrs Tipper and me; and in reply to his invitation to go elsewhere, she
had murmured something about preferring to remain there. As he could
not very well request Mrs Tipper and me to leave them, and we ourselves
made no attempt to do so, having, in fact, exchanged a glance which
meant not leaving Lilian without orders, he was obliged to put up with
our presence.
He found her quite as unmanageable upon the one point as she had been
the evening before; and in his disappointment and mortification, laid
bare his own motives more than he was conscious of doing. And terrible
as it was for her at the moment, I was even glad she should see him as
he really was. Better that her love should be killed at one blow, since
it had to be killed, than by the slow torture which a more gradual
unveiling would have entailed.
As she shrank back, gazing at him with dilated eyes and white face, I
knew that she had at last awakened to the truth. _This_ was not the
hero she had worshipped--a man whose capacity for doing great deeds
only lacked opportunity for its development. He could not help shewing
us what it was which he most felt the loss of.
Then he was impolitic enough to attack me before her; something more
than insinuating that I was the marplot who had come between him and
his happiness. In his heat, he could not perceive that if I were really
what he accused me of being, he was paying Lilian a very bad compliment
in declaring that she was completely under my influence.
'You cannot deny that you have encouraged her in this!' he angrily
exclaimed, turning upon me. 'You dare not say that you have not!'
'I dare to say that I honestly think she has done what is right, and
would do it though the whole world turned its back upon her; and I am
proud to be considered her friend, Mr Trafford.'
'My only one!' sobbed Lilian, clinging to me.
'No, indeed. Every one who respects truth and unselfishness, must be
your friend, dear Lilian.'
'I am sure Mrs Tipper will be more open to reason!' he hotly
ejaculated, turning towards her, as she sat regarding him very
attentively. 'You, madam, will not, I am sure, desire to see your
brother's wishes so disregarded.'
But he had revealed himself to her as well as to us, and found Mrs
Tipper also was on Lilian's side. Indeed she came out quite grandly.
If, as I suspected, he had hitherto attributed her amiability to
want of character, he could do so no longer. She was worthy of being
Lilian's aunt; and not at all unlike her niece, allowing for the
difference in early training. There was a grave quiet dignity in her
tone and bearing as she expressed her entire approval of the step
Lilian had taken, which appeared to quite take him by surprise.
'I thought you loved Lilian, Mrs Tipper.'
'I do love her, Mr Trafford; more than ever, since she has shewn me
that not even her love for you can turn her aside from doing what she
believes to be right.'
But its being right was just what he would not for a moment allow, and
he again and again went over the same arguments, now pleading, now
reviling, still unwilling to believe in the utter uselessness of it
all. 'It was all very well now, in the first flush, of thinking she was
doing a generous action; but how would it be by-and-by, when she found
herself penniless and dependent upon the bounty of another, and that
other Marian Reed? A nice thing to be patronised and walked over by a
girl like that!' and so forth, in the one-sided, unreasoning way with
which people who have a special end in view are apt to talk, basing his
arguments upon the consequences which might ensue from the act, instead
of upon the right or wrong of committing it.
'My dear Lilian will not be dependent upon Miss--Marian's bounty, nor
will she be penniless or homeless, Mr Trafford,' said Mrs Tipper. 'I
did not like to mention it until I was quite sure; but I have made
inquiries, and Mr Markham tells me that the two hundred a year which
was placed to my account was settled upon me by my brother after my
husband's death. I recollect Jacob telling me, when I first came to
live at Fairview, that he had made me independent; but I did not
understand it as I do now. Of course my dear Lilian and Mary will share
it with me.'
What a relief it was to hear this, for Lilian's sake. It had been so
painful to think of her being obliged to be dependent upon Marian, even
for a time. And how hearty, though at the moment only expressed by a
look, was my gratitude to the dear little woman for her kindness and
consideration for me. She did not know that I only needed her love.
I had received fifty pounds for my salary, and that would more than
suffice to keep me until Philip's return; but it did me real good to
know that she was not aware of my prospects, when she so generously
included me with Lilian in the offer of a home.
Lilian got through the pitiful scene with her quondam lover better, on
the whole, than she had done the night before. His threat, once more
used in the heat of the moment (I did not give him credit for seriously
entertaining the idea, as yet), to the effect that her act would part
them, was acquiesced in; not angrily, nor defiantly--with no attempt
to conceal the pain it cost her, but acquiesced in. He might come
again and again and threaten as he pleased; it would be no use now.
Moreover, I had the comfort of believing that, bitter as the suffering
was to her, it would not be of long duration. Though she as yet knew it
not, he had not the power to shadow her future life. In truth he was
likely to suffer a great deal more than she was. Say what he might,
he estimated her more highly than he had ever done before. The very
decision which he so complained of raised her in his estimation; whilst
all the glamour was gone from him in her eyes now.
He left no stone unturned whilst it was still not too late, and brought
his sister to assist him. Both, I saw, attributed a great deal of blame
to me in the matter; and both were now candid enough to give more
expression to their antagonism than they had previously done. But their
antagonism I had no right whatever to complain of, since my estimation
of them was not higher than theirs of me.
Mrs Chichester was in a somewhat awkward position. She had the gravest
reasons for doing her best to further her brother's wishes, and was
at the same time very desirous of keeping in Robert Wentworth's good
graces. All her diplomatic powers were brought into play; and she had
the mortification of perceiving that it was all to no purpose. It was
almost amusing to see her assuring Mr Wentworth, with tearful eyes and
clasped hands, that whatever others might think, she meant to uphold
her dearest Lilian; in contrast with certain little speeches addressed
to Marian, which occasionally met my ears. One thing was evident, she
did not wish to get out of favour with the new power.
There was no fencing between the two men. A sharp hand-to-hand
encounter for a few moments, and then friendship lay dead. Robert
Wentworth had spoken his mind; and the other had declared that from
thenceforth all friendship was over between them.
Arthur Trafford was in some measure perhaps to be pitied, at this
crisis of his life. Enervated by a life of luxury and indolence, he
probably lacked the power to put his shoulder to the wheel, and try
to earn a living for himself and Lilian. Supposing the idea to have
crossed his mind, and he was not so utterly worthless that it may not
have done so, he must have realised what terribly uphill work it would
be to commence the struggle for a livelihood at eight-and-twenty, and
with no special aptitude or preparation for any profession. He had lost
all: the girl he loved? her fortune, and his friend; and I will do him
the justice to say that the loss of Robert Wentworth's friendship was
no light trouble to him, though he himself had cast it off. He was a
poorer man than I had imagined him to be; having, in fact, lived upon
the principal of the small sum left him by his father, and depending
upon his marriage with Lilian for future supply.
I was heartily glad when the matter was in Mr Markham's hand, and
so far placed beyond dispute; after which we were for a short time
left undisturbed by Arthur Trafford and his sister. But one visitor
made her appearance at Fairview, who occasioned Marian not a little
mortification, of which I was an unwilling witness. It was the third
morning after the discovery had been made known. Lilian, who spent
most of her time in her own room with Mrs Tipper, had asked me to
bring her a book from the drawing-room. I entered the room, and had
just reached the table where I was to find the book, when the sound of
half-suppressed sobbing warned me that I was intruding upon some one;
and glancing round, I was astonished to see Marian seated on one of
the couches, and the figure of a homely-looking woman kneeling at her
feet, with her hands raised as if in supplication, and tears streaming
from her eyes. In another moment I recognised Mrs Pratt; and hastily
catching up the book I wanted, turned to quit the room, quite as much
averse to intrude as they could desire me to be. But Mrs Pratt had
recognised me, and entreated me to stay and try to help her.
'You are the lady who came with Miss Farrar that day. Do, pray ma'am,
try what you can to persuade Miss Reed not to injure the dear young
lady, who has been so good to her.'
'I am afraid I have no power to do so, Mrs Pratt,' I returned.
'Really, aunt, I little thought _this_ would be the consequence of my
telling you about my good fortune. It doesn't seem natural to take it
in that way, it really doesn't! I made sure you had come to see the
place and congratulate me, and I had you shewn in here on purpose that
you might see for yourself. But instead of being glad, you behave like
this, wanting me to give it all up, and before Miss Haddon too!'
'You know what I have told you; pray, think better of it, Miss Reed,
dear.'
I had reached the door again, when Mrs Pratt's words caused me to
pause, my pulses throbbing a little more rapidly than usual. What if
there were in truth some bar to Marian's right, and Mrs Pratt knew it?
I waited.
'What you have told me is no reason for giving up what belongs to me,'
angrily returned Marian. 'And I must once more remind you that I am
Miss Farrar now.'
'It _is_ a reason, and a good one. I have told you why your mother
would never have made use of that paper; and if you turn against that
sweet young lady, who was so good to you, nothing but sorrow will come
of it.'
'It's all nonsense saying Ma would not have made use of it. How could
she, when Pa had the paper in his own possession?'
'I believe he only had it amongst the letters and papers she wished to
be sent him after her death. She would never have used it if she had
known it was legal, because--you force me to say so--she knew that she
was not worthy to be called his wife!'
'You are very cruel and wicked to say such things; and you shall not go
on!' ejaculated Marian, with flaming cheeks. 'A pretty sister you must
be to talk in that way!'
Mrs Pratt wrung her hands, crying bitterly: 'I loved her through it
all; she knew I did; and I've done my duty by you; but I cannot see
that dear young lady turned out of house and home, without'----
'Good gracious, aunt, how you talk! As though I were going to turn her
out of house and home, when Miss Haddon knows how generously I have
behaved, if she would acknowledge it!'
I took Mrs Pratt's hand in mine, and looking into her eyes, solemnly
asked: 'Will you tell me the truth, Mrs Pratt? Was there anything in
your sister's life which prevented her marriage with Mr Farrar being a
legal one?'
'I can't say so much as that, Miss--she wasn't married to anybody
else; but he knew, and she knew, that she was not worthy to claim a
wife's'----
'That's quite enough, aunt,' interrupted Marian. 'They are my rights;
and I've told you over and over again that I don't mean to give my
rights up. It looks as if you were envious of my good fortune--it
really does. Not that it will make any difference to me in what I mean
to do by-and-by,' she added largely. 'I intend to make you and Mr Pratt
a handsome allowance; and some of these days Susy shall come down and
see Fairview.'
'Not a penny; your uncle and me wouldn't take a penny of the money, if
we were starving!'
'Ah, you will think better of it by-and-by,' complacently returned
Marian. 'And you won't find that I shall draw back from my word. Your
behaviour to-day won't make any difference to me, though some people
wouldn't notice you again after it.'
Mrs Pratt drew her shawl about her with trembling hands, and turned
towards the door.
'Don't go away like that, aunt. You haven't seen anything. Let me shew
you the conservatory, and the'----
But Mrs Pratt hurried out of the room, and was gone before Marian could
prevent her. The latter stood for a moment looking doubtfully at me,
then said a little consciously: 'I suppose it's no use asking you not
to mention what aunt said, Miss Haddon?'
'It would be no use, if my mentioning it would be of any service to
Lilian,' I replied. 'But as I do not wish to give her unnecessary pain,
I will not tell her--at anyrate for the present.'
'Nor Mrs Tipper?'
'No; unless I at any time see more necessity for telling her than I do
now,' I said, as I quitted the room.
I was not a little disturbed by what Mrs Pratt had revealed. It seemed
doubly hard that Lilian's mother should be displaced by a woman whom
her own sister acknowledged to be unworthy of the name of wife. In my
anxiety, I put a few cautious words to Mr Markham in a few minutes'
_tête-à-tête_ I contrived during one of his visits; but I only got
a few cautious words in return, and the information that the Scotch
marriage was undoubtedly a legal one.
Meantime I was more than once obliged to remind Marian that she was
not mistress of Fairview until the legal formalities were gone through
which should put her in possession. She had at once commenced to assume
the dignity of the position, and did not hesitate to call the servants
to order when they became too openly oblivious of it. Nor, indeed, did
she hesitate to point it out to Lilian, when the latter for a moment
forgot the change in her position, and gave some little order to the
servants. But with Lilian it was only a momentary and quite natural
forgetfulness. Her reign had hitherto been so supreme and undisputed at
Fairview, that she could not all at once get accustomed to the altered
aspect of affairs. But her apologies were very graciously accepted.
'Don't say a word, dear; it's a wonder you don't forget oftener. And
I'm sure no one could be nicer than you are about it, no one!' And she
was candid enough to add: 'I'm not sure that I should have taken it
so well as you do myself, though I know how to behave as well as most
people; and no one shall say I can't be generous now.'
I believe that she did honestly try to be what she considered generous.
But her conception of generosity! Poor Lilian found Marian's generosity
and good-nature a great deal harder to bear than her reverses just now.
A WALK ACROSS AFRICA.
After the first Livingstone Search Expedition in Africa had come
to an untimely end, a second was fitted out with the surplus funds
remaining from the original subscriptions, which was 'intended to be
placed entirely under the orders of Dr Livingstone, for the purpose of
supplementing his great discoveries.' The command of this expedition
was conferred upon Lieutenant Cameron, R.N., who had more than once
volunteered to the Council of the Royal Geographical Society for
employment in Africa, had already spent three years on the east coast,
and had studied the Suahili language. He left England _en route_ for
Zanzibar on the 30th November 1872, accompanied by an old messmate
in the person of Dr Dillon; and the public have already been made
aware of the salient points of his journey; of the alteration in his
plans necessitated by the death of Livingstone; of the death of two of
his companions, and the return of the third from Unyanyembé; of his
solitary advance to Ujiji for the purpose of recovering some papers
of Livingstone's, left there by him before his last fatal journey;
and of his return in April 1876, after an absence of three years and
four months, after having performed the hitherto unprecedented feat of
traversing tropical Africa from east to west. Thus the way has been
paved for the appearance of the two volumes now before us,[1] which
contain a full account of the whole expedition, of the peculiarities of
the country, and of the manners and customs of the inhabitants.
If the reader will open an ordinary map of Africa, he will find to
the westward of the great lakes a blank extending from the equator to
about twelve degrees south, indicative of an almost entirely unexplored
country. This, roughly speaking, may be called the basin of the river
Congo, which probably drains all or nearly all of that enormous area.
If he will then consult the map which accompanies these volumes, and
will trace the route of their intrepid author, he will find that after
leaving Nyangwé it traverses a most important and hitherto completely
unknown portion of this district--namely, the water-shed separating
the two great river systems of the Congo and Zambesi. In this as well
as in his careful circumnavigation of Lake Tanganyika to the south of
Ujiji, and in the evidence he brings confirmative of the river Lualaba
being the Congo, the principal geographical value of his discoveries
may be said to rest. Even those who have not made the physical features
of Africa an especial study cannot fail to follow the author in the
few but lucid remarks he makes on this subject, especially if they
will consult his map, which not only clearly marks the different
water-sheds, but contains a horizontal section of his route, shewing
at a glance the configuration of the country. It is not, however, our
desire to enlarge upon the scientific results of his expedition, though
they must not be altogether lost sight of, but to follow him through
the experiences he recounts in these pages.
Zanzibar was reached without incident, except the addition of another
European to the party in the person of Lieutenant C. Murphy, R.A., who
volunteered at Aden, and on obtaining permission from the military
authorities, followed them by next mail. The difficulties of getting
together men and necessaries were enormous--although they were
fortunate, as they thought at the time, in securing the services of
Bombey, 'the chief of Speke's faithfuls,' though he did not ultimately
prove of as much service as had been expected--and were enhanced by
their having arrived simultaneously with Sir Bartle Frere, to whose
mission they were supposed to be attached, a belief which occasioned
'numerous vexatious troubles and enormous expense.' At last, however,
they left Zanzibar on February 2, 1873, in two hired dhows for
Bagamoyo, 'the principal point of departure for caravans bound to
Unyanyembé and the countries beyond.' Here pagazi or porters, and
askari or soldiers, had to be hired; but they proved very slow in
engaging themselves; and it was not till after considerable delay had
been experienced that a start was effected. Before they finally left,
another volunteer joined the expedition--Robert Moffat, a grandson of
Dr Moffat and a nephew of Dr Livingstone, who on hearing of it, had
sold a sugar plantation in Natal 'which formed his sole inheritance,'
and had hastened to offer his services.
On his arrival, Cameron determined to push on at once with Dillon and
such men as were already on the spot, leaving Murphy and Moffat to
follow with the rear division of the caravan. The country through which
they marched consisted of 'rolling grass-land interspersed with belts
of timber, and every now and then small knolls crowned with clumps
of trees and shrubs;' and as they got farther from the coast small
lagoons made their appearance, 'in which beautiful large blue-and-white
water-lilies grew.' Before they reached the Usagara Mountains, which
form the first elevation after leaving the coast, the country became
'well cultivated, and dotted with numerous hamlets peeping out of woods
and bosquets.' While close to Kisémo they met with baobab-trees for the
first time; gigantic representatives of the vegetable kingdom, whose
smallest twigs are 'two or three inches in circumference, and their
forms of the most grotesque ugliness.' Indeed the scenery of this part
of Africa is as highly spoken of by Lieutenant Cameron as by former
travellers; he says: 'It was so delightful that we scarcely thought of
fatigue.'
After passing the Usagara range, the travellers came to 'a vast expanse
of mud with two or three troublesome morasses on the western side,'
known as the Makata Swamp, in crossing which an untoward incident
occurred, which resulted in Dr Dillon having a severe attack of fever
and dysentery, which confined him to his bed for three weeks. While
Cameron was thus detained, bad news reached him from those in the rear.
Both Murphy and Moffat had suffered from several attacks of fever,
and the latter was very ill. This was on the 16th May; and on the
26th the party under their command arrived, but with only one of the
Europeans--Moffat was dead: the first victim claimed by the insatiable
African climate, and another name added to the long and noble list of
those who have sacrificed their lives in the cause of exploration and
the suppression of the slave-trade.
A few days after the receipt of this sad intelligence, the expedition
moved forward, though Murphy was only partially recovered and the
author was very lame. Their road lay through a mountainous country,
in the dips and valleys among which the mparamusi tree was observed.
This is one of 'the noblest specimens of arboreal beauty in the world,
having a towering shaft sometimes fifteen feet in diameter and one
hundred and forty feet high, with bark of a tender yellowish green,
crowned by a spreading head of dark foliage.' Shortly afterwards they
entered the kingdom of Ugogo, 'a dried-up country with occasional huge
masses of granite, and the stiff Euphorbia clinging to their sides.'
The inhabitants of this district were reputed to be a brave and warlike
race; but Lieutenant Cameron found them 'the veriest cowards and
poltroons it is possible to conceive.' They are easily distinguished
from other tribes by the custom of piercing their ears and enlarging
the lobes to an enormous size; 'in fact the ear of a Mgogo answers much
the same purpose as a pocket to people indulging in wearing apparel.'
At this time, as during the whole journey, much trouble was experienced
from the idleness of the men, who were also 'constantly grumbling and
growling;' and there is no doubt, as Cameron afterwards discovered for
himself, that they were treated with too much consideration, and as is
almost invariably the case, took advantage of their master's kindness.
In the centre of Ugogo is a broad depression known as Kanyenyé, ruled
over by a chief named Magomba, who is mentioned by Burton in 1857,
and is said by the natives to be over three hundred years of age and
to be cutting his fourth set of teeth. Lieutenant Cameron believes
this ancient chieftain to be in truth 'considerably over a century,'
as his grandchildren were gray and grizzled; and it is an undoubted
fact that the natives of Africa under favourable conditions attain to
an extremely old age. The price of provisions in this district was
enormous; 'eggs, milk, and butter were more expensive than in England;'
the natural result of the continual passage of caravans and the few
wants of the natives, who having no use for money, decline to part
with their food except at exorbitant rates, as soon as their modest
requirements in the shape of cloth and beads are temporarily satisfied.
Unyanyembé, the first stage of the journey, was at length reached;
and the expedition was very kindly received by the principal Arabs,
though their stay there was destined to be a far from pleasant one.
Within two days of their arrival the author was attacked by fever,
quickly followed by Dillon and Murphy, which never left them again
for many hours during their stay there. About this time Dillon wrote
home in the following terms: 'On or about (none of us know the date
correctly) August 13, Cameron felt seedy. I never felt better; ditto
Murphy. In the evening we felt seedy. I felt determined not to be sick.
"I _will_ eat dinner; I'll _not_ go to bed." Murphy was between the
blankets already. I did manage some dinner; but shakes enough to bring
an ordinary house down came on, and I had to turn in. For the next four
or five days our diet was water or milk. Not a soul to look after us.
The servants knew not what to do. We got up when we liked and walked
out. We knew that we felt giddy; that our legs would scarcely support
us. I used to pay a visit to Cameron, and he used to come in to me to
make complaints. One day he said: "The fellows have regularly blocked
me in--I have no room to stir. The worst of it is one of the legs of
the grand piano is always on my head, and people are strumming away
all day. It's all drawing-room furniture that they have blocked me
in with."' It seems marvellous that expeditions can be successfully
carried through such a country as this, where all the Europeans
composing them are liable to be simultaneously delirious from fever,
and have to trust to Providence and their constitutions to get well
again, there not being a soul to look after them. It is indeed most
painful to read the narration of the continual sufferings of these
brave men; fever, dysentery, and blindness in continuous succession,
and through it all the work had to be and was carried on. At last the
news of the sad death of Africa's greatest traveller reached them,
and altered all their plans. The author and Dillon determined to
press on for the west coast _viâ_ Ujiji; while Murphy, considering
the work of the expedition at an end, decided to return coastwards.
Dillon, however, was unable to carry out his determination, owing to
being attacked a few days later by inflammation of the bowels, which
rendered his return to the coast the only course which gave any hope
of recovery; and consequently he accompanied Murphy, while Lieutenant
Cameron pursued his journey alone.
At this time the author says of himself: 'I was nearly blind from
ophthalmia, and almost unable to walk from the pain in my back;
while fever, which was still hanging about me, had reduced me to a
skeleton, my weight being only seven stone four.' Yet he determined
to persevere. A few days after his start a messenger arrived with the
dreadful news that Dr Dillon had shot himself on November 18, while
delirious from fever; and how severely this intelligence was felt by
the survivor may be imagined from his describing the day on which
he received it as the saddest in his life. The exigences of his own
position, however, at that moment were so great as to demand his whole
attention; porters could hardly be obtained, and it was only by leaving
twelve loads behind, and reducing his personal kit to a minimum, that
further progress was rendered possible. The country travelled through
'was perfectly charming, the trees delicately green and fresh, the
open grassy glades enamelled with various wild-flowers.' Indeed he
says that it would have required no great stretch of imagination to
fancy one's self 'in the wooded part of an English park,' had it not
been for an occasional lion or elephant's skull which bestrewed the
ground. The Sindi was crossed on February 2, on a mass of floating
vegetation, similar to that which our readers may remember offered
so many obstructions to Sir Samuel Baker's advance up the Nile; and
about a fortnight later the expedition came in sight of the great Lake
Tanganyika.
The author was hospitably received by the Arabs at Kawélé, where he
remained a few days, while procuring boats in which to cruise round the
southern coast of the lake. This occupied about two months; and the
reader will find much interesting information in the portion of the
book devoted to it. By the end of May, the journey was again resumed,
Nyangwé being now the immediate goal, from where Cameron hoped to
reach the mouth of the Congo by descending the Lualaba in boats. Here
the Mpafu tree was observed for the first time, from the fruit of
which scented oil is obtained. It is a magnificent tree, often thirty
feet or more in circumference, and rising to eighty or a hundred feet
before spreading and forming a head, the branches of which are immense.
India-rubber vines were also very common, their stems being the
thickness of a man's thigh. Indeed 'sufficient india-rubber to supply
the wants of the whole world' could easily be collected there. On this
march, as indeed throughout the whole journey, we hear much about the
slave-trade and its fearful results. The inhabitants constantly came
into camp with slaves for sale, who were gagged by having 'a piece of
wood like a snaffle tied into their mouths.' Heavy slave-forks were
placed round their necks, and their hands were fastened behind their
backs. 'They were then attached by a cord to the vendor's waist.'
On arrival at Nyangwé, a station of the Zanzibar traders on the
banks of the Lualaba, and situated at the lowest point in the great
depression which exists across Central Africa, he found the natives
so unwilling to part with their canoes that he was forced to forego
his plan of descending that river by water; and having met with a
half-caste Arab named Tipo-tipo, who had a settlement towards the
south-west, he decided to accompany him and attempt to reach Lake San
korra, a large sheet of water into which he was told the Lualaba ran
overland. His hopes in this direction were, however, also dashed to the
ground by the answer of the chief whose territory it would be necessary
to traverse, that 'no strangers with guns had ever passed through his
country, and none should without fighting their way.' He therefore
decided to go to the capital of Urua, a kingdom about a month's journey
to the S.S.W., where some Portuguese were reported to be, and if
possible work his way from there towards the mysterious lake.
For some days they journeyed through a 'fairly populated country, with
large villages of well-built and clean huts, disposed in long streets,
with bark-cloth trees planted on each side;' and a friendly intercourse
was kept up with the natives, until one day Cameron was 'unpleasantly
surprised' by having some arrows fired at his party while they were
passing through a narrow strip of jungle. This culminated a day or two
afterwards in a regular attack from a large body of natives, who were,
however, easily beaten off. In this affair Cameron acted with the very
greatest forbearance; a forbearance which was probably interpreted by
the natives to mean fear, as they continued to harass him for some
days. The reason given for the attack was that a Portuguese caravan had
been destroying villages in the neighbourhood, murdering the men, and
carrying off the women and children as slaves. It may be here noted
that Lieutenant Cameron speaks in the very strongest terms of the
conduct of the Portuguese, and says that 'the cruelties perpetrated
in the heart of Africa by men calling themselves Christians, and
carrying the Portuguese flag, can scarcely be credited by those living
in a civilised land;' indeed it is not going too far to assert that
the fearful state of anarchy and misery into which Central Africa is
plunged is chiefly if not entirely owing to the behaviour and example
of the Portuguese--the late protest to the contrary of the Chamber of
Deputies at Lisbon notwithstanding--as well in their settlements on
either coast as in the interior.
The capital of Kasongo, king of Urua, was reached without further
accident; and here we are introduced to two personages, representing
the extreme type of their respective classes. Jumah Merikani, an Arab
with a dash of the negro, was a very estimable specimen of his race,
being 'the kindest and most hospitable' of the many Arab traders met
with, of whom, as a body, Cameron speaks in favourable terms; the
other, José Antonio Alvez, a half-caste Portuguese, though spoken of
by the natives as a white man, proved himself, by his treatment of the
English traveller, to be a hypocritical liar, thief, and ruffian, even
beyond the ordinary measure of his class; and it is disheartening,
after all that has been done, to think the name of European must
necessarily become synonymous in the native mind with that of
unmitigated blackguard and slave-dealer, so long as it is represented
by such as Alvez. Kasongo, the Urua king, himself as debauched a
ruffian as could well be imagined, willingly assisted Alvez and his
crew in their murdering and plundering expeditions, while he placed
every obstacle in the way of Cameron's explorations, and detained him
to all intents and purposes a prisoner at his capital. He was, however,
permitted to visit a lake in the neighbourhood, which contained three
detached villages, built on piles, and only approachable by canoes;
but as Kasongo would give him no help in trying to reach the Congo,
nothing remained but to make the best of his way to the west coast, as
already his stores and goods had so greatly diminished, chiefly through
theft and robbery on the part of his own servants, many of whom were
the off-scourings of Zanzibar, that it was doubtful whether they would
prove sufficient even for that distance.
A start was, however, at last happily effected; and after innumerable
delays and difficulties Bihé was reached. On this march Cameron and
his followers suffered much from want of food, and he even had to sell
his shirts and greatcoat to keep them from actual starvation. From
here to the coast was somewhat over two hundred and fifty miles; and
as the path lay through an extremely mountainous country, it presented
formidable difficulties to men in such an enfeebled condition as
those who composed the expedition were from long travel and weeks
of semi-starvation. It was, however, absolutely necessary to press
forward, and the march through Bailunda was at once commenced. The
scenery of this district is spoken of by Lieutenant Cameron in the
most glowing terms; 'neither poet with all the wealth of word-imagery,
nor painter with almost supernatural genius, could by pen or pencil do
full justice to the country of Bailunda;' 'nothing could be more lovely
than this entrancing scene, this glimpse of paradise.' Little time
was, however, allowed him to enjoy its beauties, as the necessity of
hurrying forward before the men utterly broke down was too pressing to
be trifled with.
Indeed soon after, twenty men complained of being unable to continue
the journey; 'swelled legs, stiff necks, aching backs, and empty
stomachs being the universal cry.' It therefore became necessary to
adopt some decisive step; and Cameron decided to throw away everything
but instruments, journals, and books; and taking a few picked
companions, make a forced march to the coast. It is already well
known that this measure proved successful; that Benguela was reached,
though not a day too soon, as even twenty-four hours' delay would have
probably caused the scurvy which had attacked him to end fatally; and
that those left behind were succoured, and ultimately restored to
Zanzibar, while Lieutenant Cameron returned to England.
Thus concludes the graphic and well told narrative contained in these
two volumes, which, despite some trifling literary shortcomings,
are thoroughly deserving of recommendation to the reading public.
Their story is simply told, but the interest is well maintained
throughout, especially on those points which touch on the horrors of
the slave-trade and the evil results of Portuguese rule. In conclusion,
we may add that since Dr Schweinfurth published _The Heart of Africa_,
no book on African travel has appeared with illustrations in any way
comparable with those which embellish these volumes.
FOOTNOTES:
[1] _Across Africa._ By Verney Lovett Cameron, C.B., D.C.L., Commander
Royal Navy, Gold Medallist Royal Geographical Society, &c. Two vols.
with numerous Illustrations. London: Daldy, Isbister, & Co., 56 Ludgate
Hill. 1877.
SUNSHINE AND CLOUD.
IN TWO PARTS.
PART I.--SUNSHINE.
CHAPTER I.--ISAAC WEBB.
Isaac Webb was twenty-four years of age. He was very tall, very thin,
and very pale; on the whole, his appearance was not prepossessing. To
these outward gifts might be added two inward ruling passions--love of
self and love of money. It may be taken that the one was as powerful
as the other. Some people said that he loved Isaac Webb more than the
root of all evil; others, that he loved the said root more than the
said Isaac Webb: the point was never decided, so they may be bracketed
equal. But he had some good points, as every one has. In the first
place, he was by no means of a suspicious or jealous turn of mind.
This may have proceeded from the great confidence he had in his own
judgment; for he thought himself a very shrewd fellow, a very deep dog.
'You're not to be easily bowled over, Isaac,' he would say to himself
very often, rubbing his hands; 'and if anybody thinks he can snuff
you out, let him try it on, and burn his fingers--ha, ha!' Such were
Isaac's modest reflections on his own sagacity.
Another point to be scored to him was his abstemiousness. But certain
uncharitable people ascribed even this to a second motive. 'For,' said
they, 'he don't eat much because of the economy of the thing; and he
does not drink anything except water, not because he's pledged to it,
or because stronger drink don't agree with him, for why does he make
up for it when he can do it at somebody else's expense?' This is what
they said, and it certainly was rude of them to make such remarks; but
it must be admitted that Isaac did not despise the creature comforts
of this life when he did not have to stand treat to himself. Now it is
impossible to account for this fact; he could not himself--never even
attempted it. He had many other little peculiarities and traits of
character, but they only revolved as minor worlds around the great suns
above specified.
Isaac Webb was an orphan; that is to say his father had died when
our hero was yet in his infancy; and his mother feeling her first
husband's loss to be so deplorable, had joined herself unto another,
and had emigrated with that gentleman to Australia when Isaac was
about thirteen years old, leaving that worthy youth to the care of her
half-brother, who in _his_ turn had departed this mortal life about a
year previous to the opening of this story, leaving its hero entirely
to his own devices. He had a few other relatives scattered about the
country, but none on whom he bestowed more than a passing remembrance.
In the first place it was cheaper, for he had nothing to expect from
them; and in the second, he did not want them, nor did they want him.
His visible means of subsistence were derived from the rents accruing
from a whole nest of cottages situated in the country town near which
he resided, together with a few good-sized parcels of garden-ground
and sundry other 'effects,' including about a thousand pounds in
ready-money put out at interest, but on which he could lay his
hand whenever he thought proper. Altogether his net income (after
deducting a decent amount for repairs, tenants who travelled by night
unexpectedly, and other casualties) amounted to about two hundred
and fifty pounds a year; and on this sum he had boarded, lodged, and
clothed himself since he came of age, and had contrived out of it to
put by a very pretty slice as well.
His place of habitation consisted of two small rooms over a little
grocer's shop at Dambourne End in Southshire, about a mile distant from
the town of Dambourne, in which place his patrimony was situated. He
was engaged in no business, though fully appreciative of the L. S. D.
side of the question, but considered that his interests and fortunes
were bound up in the cottages and garden-ground, and that he should be
leaving the substance and grasping a shadow if he in any way neglected
the inheritance and devoted his time to any other pursuit--at all
events at present. Thus he had lived from day to day for the last
few years without any kind of change to vary the monotony of his
existence. He had but few friends, and those of a very commercial
character, and no luxuries or amusements beyond a second day's paper,
and an occasional--very occasional--new suit of clothes. Therefore
it was not so very extravagant of him to take into consideration, in
the early summer of the year 1868, whether it would not be well to
treat himself to a little change of air and scene. He had not, he
fancied, been feeling quite the thing lately; and he thought it might
be a wise proceeding on his part to recruit his health and spirits,
and at the same time add to his already large store (in his own eyes)
of shrewdness and worldly knowledge. Of course he never for a moment
contemplated anything so costly and unnecessary to him as a mere
pleasure-trip, so did not need to consider the most comfortable and
enjoyable place whereat to spend the next five or six weeks of the
summer. Not at all. He had only to make up his own mind as to the place
where it would be possible to find anything fresh to add to his crowded
storehouse of facts, monetary and otherwise.
As he that June evening thus ruminated in his little parlour over the
shop, a bright idea suddenly occurred to him. 'Isaac,' said he, 'where
have your wits been wool-gathering all this time? Oughtn't you to have
known in a twinkle that there was only one place that would do for you?
London's the only place that's fit for _your_ capabilities, my boy; and
London it shall be.'