EXILES OF SOCIETY.
A finer sight was never seen than we had now around us; for all the
convoy was come together, as well as the British fleet empowered to
protect them. I stood in our foretop and counted 152 large sail, nearly
50 of which were men-of-war, and all the rest goodly merchantmen. A
sight like this not only strengthens a Briton's faith in Providence, but
puts him into a quiet pride concerning his King and country.
We had scarcely swung to our moorings ere we had signal from the
Admiral, "Not a man to be allowed ashore. Water and victual all night,
and be ready to weigh again at daybreak." Of course we did so, though a
hard thing upon us; and new hands desired to grumble, until Captain
Bampfylde rigged the gratings. Heaviside now was known to have such a
swing of arm, with a flick to it, never being satisfied with his mate's
administration, that never a man of patriotic sentiments encroached on
him. We all determined to sail once more, and let the French see what
our nature was (although they might hope to find it spoiled, by our
being away from home so much); especially when we heard that they had
350 sail or more of merchantmen coming home, all very rich, and fattened
up for capture. What we wanted, therefore, was to see our own good
traders free from any chance of piracy, and at the same time to stop
those French from wicked importations. If in both points we might
succeed, and give battle afterwards, our gratitude to the Lord would
almost equal our own glory. And we heard that the mob in Paris would
starve, failing of all this American fleet.
On the 2d of May the wind fetched back to its proper place at that time
of year, north-north-east, with snow-clouds always ready to endorse it;
and thus we slipped from our moorings and went quietly down Channel.
Concerning the rest, we have no cause to plead for man's indulgence.
The Lord continued to baffle us, and would not give us any help to close
quarters with the enemy. We fought three days of rolling battle, ending
on the 1st of June, after two days of fog interrupting, and not a breath
of sleep four nights. Every one says that we fought very well, having
everything so much against us, and the French fleet far superior,
carrying also a representative of the human race, large and fat and
fluent, of the name of John Bone Andrews, who wrote a noble account of
this action, although before it began his feelings led him to seek
security in a hole far below the water-line.
But one of the strangest things ever seen, and thoroughly worth
considering, was the behaviour of our two savages under heavy fire. Two,
I say, although we had three, because Cannibal Jack behaved most
steadily, and like a thorough Christian. But the two others most
strongly proved their want of civilisation and gross ignorance of war,
inasmuch as no sooner did they see the opening of bloodshed round them,
than mad they became--as mad, I assure you, as any March hares, the
brace of them. In the thick of our combat with the Towerful, up and down
the deck these fellows danced in the most conspicuous places, as if
inviting every shot, and cracking their knuckles and jabbering. I was
for lashing them to the mainmast, but Captain Bampfylde would not allow
it; he said that their spirited conduct might encourage and cheer the
rest of us. And indeed it was strange to see how the shot flew around
without striking them.
Now these poor fellows showed so much attachment and strong confidence
towards me, that when we cast anchor in Plymouth Sound (being detached
for refitment there, together with eight other ships of the line), I
took it entirely upon myself to see them safe home, and to answer for
them. Our ship had been knocked about so much, that she needed a
thorough good overhauling, and many of us had a month's leave of
absence, while carpenters, caulkers, and riggers were working. And these
three savages outwent all of us in longing to see their homes again. So
it struck me that I might both satisfy them and also gratify myself a
little, by taking them under my escort as far as their native mud-holes,
and then for a week perhaps enjoying good young Polly's society. Captain
Bampfylde not only agreed to this, but said that he should not care
twopence if he never saw two of their number again. He meant, of course,
Dick and Joe, whose habits of larceny never could be thrashed out;
whereas Cannibal Jack was now become as honest a hand as myself almost,
and a valuable fore-topman. Having pledged my word to bring this one
back safe, and the others as well (if they chose to come), I set forth
afoot for a cruise across Devon, than which, in the summer, with plenty
of money, what can be more delightful? I would gladly have taken young
Harry Savage, now a fine lad of fifteen years, so far as one might guess
it; but Jack declared that he must not come, for some reason not to be
told to me.
Now it was the flush of summer, very nearly twelve years from the time I
first began with. Sunny hedges spread their overlap of roses over us,
while the glad leaves danced in time with light and shade to foster
them. Every bank of every lane was held at home with flowers, nourished
by some flitting rill that made a tinkle for them. And through every
gate almost, whenever there was a man to look, the spread of feathered
grasses ran, like water with the wind on it.
Even a sailor may see such things, and his heart rejoice and be glad in
them, and his perilous life for a while have rest without any thought of
anything. Be that so, neither Dick nor Joe ever made glance at anything
except the hen-roosts near the road, or the haunt of a young rabbit in
the hedge, or the nesting of a partridge. I kept the poor fellows from
doing harm, by precept and example too; yet we had a roast fowl every
night, except when it was a boiled one. And finding myself in my
sixty-fourth year, what could I do but put up with it?
It must be threescore miles, I think, even according to the shortest
cut, from Plymouth to Nympton-on-the-Moors, and we wandered out of the
way, of course, especially after guinea-fowls, which are most deluding
creatures, but roast even better than their eggs boil. Also, we got into
cherry orchards of a very noble breed; so that we spent a whole day and
two nights, without any power to say farewell. And though the farmer's
wife put up both hands to us at the window, she sent out the maid to say
that we need not be frightened, if we were real sailors. After giving
this girl a kiss (to let her know what our profession was), I sent in
word that here was the Master of his Majesty's ship Defence, which had
defended the British Empire, in the late great victory. That night they
made all of us drunk, except me.
Upon these sweet little incidents I must venture to dwell no longer,
while having so much of my yarn in the slack, and none but myself to
tauten it. Enough that we came in about ten days to the genuine naked
colony, without any meaning of surprise, but now as great ambassadors.
And the least that we all expected was a true outburst of wild
welcoming. Cannibal Jack had announced his intention to convert his
relatives, while Dick and Joe only shook their heads, and seemed to
doubt the advantage of it. But we need not have thought of the matter
twice, for, strange to say, not one of the savages would for a moment
acknowledge us. All the barbarous tribe stood aloof and scowled at their
old members with utter abhorrence and contempt, as if at some vast
degeneracy. Even Jack's wife, or the woman who might in humanity have
been called so, stood moping and mowing at him afar, as if his clothes
made a sheep of him, while he with amazement regarded her as if she were
only a chimpanzee. Whereupon all of them set up a yell, and rushed with
such pelting of mud at us, that we thought ourselves lucky to make our
escape without any further mischief.
After hauling out of action in this most inglorious manner, we brought
up to refit and revictual at the nearest public-house, a lonely hut
where four roads met, and the sign hung from an ancient gibbet. Here we
were treated very kindly, and for very little money, so that I was quite
astonished after all our feeding. And I happened to say to the landlady
that I was surprised to find honesty within a league of Parson Chowne.
"Oh, sir, do you know that dreadful man?" she answered, with her apron
up; "or would you like to see him, sir?"
"Madam," said I, with that bow of mine which takes the women captive, "I
should like to see him wonderfully; only without his seeing me."
"Of course, of course. All people say that, because of the evil eye he
hath. This house doth belong to him. He be coming for the rent again at
two o'clock, and he never faileth. Every farthing will be ready now,
through your honour's generosity; and if so be you steps in here, when
you hear me give three knuckles at the door, you may see him and welcome
for nothing; only you must not speak for ever so."
The landlady showed me a little cellar, opening from our sitting-room,
and having a narrow half-boarded hatchway bearing upon her sanded
parlour, where she designed to receive the Parson. And then she was half
afraid lest I might make a noise and so betray her. But almost before I
had time to assure her of my perfect secrecy, the dash of horse's hoofs
was heard, and the sound of a man's voice shouting.
"Well done!" said I to myself; "good Parson, years have not decreased
thee."
His strong step rang on the lime-ash floor, and his silver spurs made a
jingle, and lo, there he stood in the sanded parlour, as noble a Chowne
as ever. There was not the sign of a spot of weakness or relenting about
him; on his shaven face no bloom of greyness, nor in his coal-black hair
one streak. As vigorous, springy, and strenuous seemed he, as when he
leaped on board and thrashed me, nearly twelve years agone, as I do
believe.
"Woman, where is my money?" he cried, with the old pale frown overcoming
him; "twice I have given you time. You know what I always do
thereafter."
"Yes, sir, I know what your Reverence doth. Your Reverence never calleth
law, but taketh horsewhip to the mans of us."
"Your memory is correct," he answered; "my usual course is to that
effect. I have brought my heaviest whip this time, for your husband has
shown arrogance. Can you show cause why he should not have it?"
"Yes, your Reverence, here it is. And God knows how we have scraped for
it."
With the glow of triumph which a man's face hardly ever shows, but a
woman's cannot be denied of, she spread before him all his rent upon an
ancient tray, and every piece of it was copper. Thirty-six shillings she
had to pay, and twenty-four times thirty-six was there for his Reverence
to count. The hostess looked at him, with a chuckle brewing now under
her apron strings, and ready to rise to her ample breast, and thence to
her mouth, if expedient. But she mistook her customer.
"Woman," said Chowne, in his deep low voice, which had no anger in it;
"I am tired of signing warrants."
"Warrants, your Worship! For what, if you please?"
"Warrants for thieves who are foisting sham Irish halfpennies on the
public. I see no less than seven of them in this sterling stuff of
yours. Three months at the treadmill now for yourself and your husband.
Say no more. You have tried a trick. Tiverton jail for you both
to-morrow."
And there, if you wanted either of them, you must go to find them, only
two days afterward, according to what I was told of it. No Welsh
gentleman would have dreamed of behaving to his tenants thus, for trying
a little joke with him; but Chowne had no sense of any joke, unless
himself began it.
Our three cannibals had been trembling at the sound of the Parson's
voice, believing that he would drive them back, and feeling that they
had no power to withstand his orders. But luckily we had made such a
smoke--all our savages having taken to the use of tobacco
gloriously--that when the Parson put his head in, as he must do
everywhere, he drew it back in double-quick time, for he hated the weed
as Old Nick does. And then after calling his groom as a witness to the
Irish coinage, he made him tie the whole of the rent-money in his
pocket-handkerchief, and off he set at a good round gallop to make out
the warrant. You may depend upon it that we four were very soon off as
well, and in the opposite direction, after subscribing a guinea among us
to comfort the poor woman, who was sobbing her heart out at her mistake,
and at the prospect (as seemed to me) of being confined, in more senses
than one, within the walls of a prison. For some time I found myself
much at a loss about harbouring my convoy; for though I could trust Jack
Wildman--as I now began to call him--anywhere and with anything, this
was not the case with the other two, who could never be kept from
picking up small things that took their fancy. We were shaping a course
for Narnton Court, where I intended to sling my own hammock, and Jack's
as well, if agreeable; but I durst not offer to introduce Dick and Joe,
for the cause aforesaid. Moreover, they had not yet acquired the manners
of good society, which were no little insisted upon in Sir Philip
Bampfylde's kitchen. Therefore I thought myself very clever, when a
settlement of this question suddenly occurred to me.
This was no less than to settle them both under my old ferry-boat, if
still to be found as two years back, shored up and turned into a
residence. Their rations might be sent down to them, and what happier
home could they wish for, with the finest air in the world around them,
as well as beautiful scenery? And if it should happen to leak a little
(as seems only natural), what a blessed reflection for a man of due
sentiments towards the Lord, that this water is dropping from heaven
upon him, instead of rushing up to swallow him into that outrageous sea!
Accordingly so we contrived this affair. Mr Jack Wildman was introduced,
under my skilful naval tactics, into the most accomplished circle on the
quarter-deck of our head-cook. And he looked so very gently wild, and
blushed in his clothes so beautifully, that there was not a maiden all
over the place but longed to glance, unbeknown, at him. So that it
seemed a most lucky thing that Polly was down with the small-pox, at a
place called Muddiford; wherein she had an uncle. Meanwhile Cannibals
Dick and Joe lived in the boat, as happily as if they had been born in
it, and devoted their time to the slaying and cooking of Sir Philip's
hares and rabbits. It was in vain that the gamekeepers did their best to
catch them. Dick and Joe could catch hares, as they boasted to me,
almost under the watchers' noses; so noble was the result of uniting
civilised cunning with savage ingenuity.
I can well believe that no other man, either of my rank or age, would
have ventured on the step which now I did resolve upon. This was no less
than to pay a visit to my poor little Polly, and risk all probabilities
of being disfigured by small-pox. For several times it had crossed my
mind, that although she was among relatives, they were not like a father
or mother to her, and perhaps she might be but poorly tended, and even
in need of money perhaps. For her very own aunt, our Mrs Cockhanterbury,
would not go nigh her, and almost shuddered when her name was mentioned.
Now it seemed to be only fair and honest to let Sir Philip know my
intention, so that he might (if he should see fit) forbid me to return
to his mansion, bringing the risk of infection. But the General only
shook his head, and smiled at that idea. "If it be the will of God, we
shall have it, of course," he said; "and people run into it all the more
by being over-timorous. And I have often thought it sinful to mistrust
the Lord so. However, you had better keep smoking a pipe, and not stay
more than five minutes; and perhaps you might just as well change your
clothes before you come back, and sink the others to air for a week in
the river." I was grieved to see him so entirely place his faith in
Providence, for that kind of feeling (when thus overdone) ends in what
we call "fatalism," such as the very Turks have. So that I was pleased
when he called me back, and said, "Take a swim yourself, Llewellyn. I
hear that you can swim five miles. Don't attempt that, but swim two, if
you like. Swim back to us from Barnstaple bridge, and I will have a boat
to meet you, with a wholesome wardrobe."
Thus was the whole of it arranged, and carried out most cleverly. I took
poor Polly a bunch of grapes, from one of the Narnton vineries, as well
as a number of nice little things, such as only a sailor can think of.
And truly I went not a day too soon, for I found her in that weak
condition, after the fury of the plague is past, when every bit of
strengthening stuff that can be thought of, or fancied by, the feeble
one may turn the scale, and one cheering glance or one smiling word is
as good as a beam of the morning. Then after a long walk, I made my
swim, and a change of clothes, exactly as the General had commanded me.
In a fortnight afterwards where was I? Why, under the boat, in a burning
madness, without a soul to come nigh me, except Jack Wildman and Sir
Philip. These two, with the most noble courage, visited me through my
sad attack of small-pox, as I was told thereafter, although at the time
I knew no one. And at a distance around the boat, a ring of brushwood
was kept burning, day and night, to clear the air, and warn the unwary
from entering. Everybody gave me up for a living Christian any more, and
my coffin was ordered at a handsome figure (as a death upon Narnton
premises), ay, and made also, like that of the greatest man that I ever
did meet with. Not only this, but two Nonconformist preachers found out
(as they always do) that in a weak period of my life, when dissatisfied
with my pension, I had been washed away by my poor wife into the
scuppers of Dissent. Therefore they prepared two sermons on this
judgment of the Lord, and called me a scapegoat; while goodness knows
what care they took never to lay hands on me.