"Why, I thought you were a lieutenant long ago," he said, after we had
had a little conversation. "For my part I have given up all hopes of
promotion, unless we get another war with the French, or Dutch, or
Spaniards; but there's no use in sighing, so I take things as they
come."
"That's much as I must do, and as we all must if we would lead happy
lives," I answered.
It cheered me up to meet Sinnet, and we had plenty of talk about old
times. A strong north-westerly breeze was blowing, and the brig, under
plain sail, was slashing along at a great rate up Channel. I hoped that
she would put into Plymouth, but somewhat to my disappointment I found
that she was bound for Portsmouth. I was now summoned by the captain's
steward to breakfast, and a very good one I enjoyed. When I told the
commander where I was going when the hooker was run down, he said that
he thought it very likely he should be sent round to the Irish coast,
and that if I liked to remain on board he would land me at the first
port we might touch at near my home. Next day we ran through the
Needles' passage, and brought up at Spithead, where the _Osprey_ had to
wait for orders from the Admiralty. As we might sail at any moment, we
were unable to go on shore. Though I was the commander's guest, I
several times dined with the midshipmen, or spent the evening in the
berth.
Our berth in the _Liffy_ was not very large, but this was of much
smaller dimensions, and had in it the assistant-surgeon, two master's
mates, the master's assistant, all grown men, besides two clerks and
four midshipmen. It was pretty close stowing, when all hands except
those on watch were below, and the atmosphere, redolent of tobacco-smoke
and rum, was occasionally somewhat oppressive. As the brig had been
some time in commission, the greater part of the glass and crockery had
disappeared. There were a few plates of different patterns, which were
eked out with platters, saucers, and two or three wooden bowls. The
bottoms of bottles, two or three tea-cups without handles, and the same
number of pewter mugs, served for glasses. Three tallow dips stuck in
bottles gave an uncertain light in the berth. Salt beef and pork with
pease-pudding, cheese with weevilly biscuits, constituted our fare till
we got to Spithead, when we obtained a supply of vegetables, fresh meat,
and soft tack, as loaves are called at sea. The ship's rum, with water
of a yellowish hue, formed our chief beverage; but the fare being what
all hands were accustomed to have, no one, except the assistant-surgeon,
a Welshman, who had lately come to sea, grumbled at it.
I wrote to my uncle to tell him I was safe; for, having said I was
coming by the hooker, as she would not arrive, my family, I conjectured,
might be alarmed at my non-appearance. I also mentioned the loss of
poor Larry, and begged the major to break the news to his family. Their
great grief, I knew, would be that they would not have the opportunity
of waking him. I also wrote to Nettleship to tell him of my adventure,
and enclosed a letter to the captain, begging that in consequence my
leave might be prolonged.
After we had been three days at anchor, the commander, who had been on
shore, told me on his return that he had received orders to proceed at
once to Cork, and that he would land me there. We had a quick passage,
and as soon as we had dropped our anchor in the beautiful bay, Captain
Hartland very kindly sent me up, in a boat under charge of Sinnet, to
Cork.
Having fortunately my money in my pocket when the hooker went down, I
was able to hire a horse through the help of the landlord of the
"Shamrock" hotel, and as I knew the road thoroughly I had no fear about
finding my way. Having parted from my old messmate Sinnet, I started at
dawn the next morning, intending to push on as fast as my steed would
carry me. I had somewhat got over the loss of Larry, but it made me
very sad when I had to answer the questions put to me about him by the
people of the inns where we had before stopped.
"And to think that him and his fiddle are gone to the bottom of the say!
Och ahone! och ahone!" cried Biddy Casey, the fair daughter of the
landlord of the inn, the scene of our encounter with the irate sow.
It was late in the evening when I reached Ballinahone, and as I rode up
the avenue I saw a tall figure pacing slowly in front of the house. It
was my uncle. I threw myself from the saddle, and led my knocked-up
steed towards him. He started as he turned and saw me.
"What, Terence, is it you yourself?" he exclaimed, stretching out his
hands. "You have been a long time coming, and I fancied your ship must
have sailed, and that you could not obtain leave."
I told him that I had twice written, but he said that he had not
received either of my letters.
"You come to a house of mourning, my boy," he continued, "though I doubt
not you'll have been prepared for what I have to tell you."
"My father!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, he's gone; and really from the condition into which he had fallen,
it was a happy release, at all events to the rest of the family, who
could not watch him without pain."
"And my mother?" I answered anxiously.
"She is slowly recovering, and I think that your arrival will do her
good," he said. "Maurice and his young wife have come to live at the
castle, and they get on very well with your sisters and their husbands.
But what has become of Larry?" he asked, looking down the avenue,
expecting to see him following me.
When I told him, and had to mention how I had been so nearly lost, he
was greatly grieved.
"I am thankful we did not get your letter saying you were coming, or we
should have been very anxious about you," he said. "Now take your horse
round to the stables, while I go in and prepare your mother for your
arrival. It's better not to give her a sudden surprise."
I did as my uncle told me. As soon as I had entered the courtyard I met
Tim Daley, who gave a loud shout as he saw me, and at once, as I knew he
would do, inquired for Larry.
"Don't be asking questions," I said, fearing that there would be a wild
hullaballoo set up in the kitchen, which might reach my mother's ears
before my uncle had time to tell her of my arrival.
"But isn't Larry come with your honour?" asked Tim.
"Seamen can't always get leave from their ships," I answered, wishing to
put him off. "I'll tell you all about it by and by. And now just take
that poor brute into the stable. Rub him down well, and give him some
oats, for he's scarcely a leg left to stand on."
"Ah! shure your honour knows how to ride a horse smartly," said Tim, as
he led off the animal, while I hurried round to the front door. One of
my sisters let me in, and I had the opportunity of talking to her before
I was summoned to my mother. She appeared sad and much broken, but the
sight of me cheered her up, and as I talked on with her I was inclined
to hope that she would recover her usual health and spirit. As soon as
I could I mentioned my own narrow escape, and Larry's loss, for I knew
that, should my uncle tell any one, there would soon be an uproar of
wild wailing in the kitchen, which might alarm her if she did not know
the cause. I was right, for, as the major had thought it best to
mention what had happened, the news soon spread throughout the house.
As I went down-stairs a chorus of shrieks and cries reached my ears,
expressive of the domestics' grief at Larry's loss. It was some time
before I ventured down among them to give an account of what had
happened; and as I narrated the circumstances, between each sentence
there arose a chorus of cries and sighs.
"Och ahone! och ahone! and we'll never be after seeing Larry Harrigan
again," cried Biddy and Molly together.
Similar exclamations burst from the lips of the other domestics, and I
confess that my feelings were sufficiently sensitive to make me thankful
to get away to the parlour. The supper was more cheerful than I
expected it would be. Maurice and his young wife did the honours of the
house with becoming grace. Of course I had plenty of accounts to give
of my adventures in the Mediterranean. They were highly amused at my
account of Lord Robert; and Fitzgerald exclaimed that he wished he could
get him to Ballinahone, and they would soon knock his dignity out of
him. As Maurice had sheathed his sword, Denis had determined to take
his place as one of the defenders of his country. My uncle told me that
he hoped soon to get a commission for him in the same regiment.
"Maurice stood well among his brother officers, and that will give Denis
a good footing as soon as he joins," he observed to me. "He is a
steady, sensible boy, and with his Irish dash and pluck he is sure to
get on in the army. We have plenty of fellows with the latter
qualities, but too few with the former, for they fancy if they're
tolerably brave they may be as harum-scarum, rollicking, and careless as
they like. I wish that Denis had seen something of the world before he
joins his regiment, for he's as green as a bunch of shamrock. If it
could be managed, I should like him to take a cruise with you, Terence,
and to run up to Dublin for a few weeks, but funds are wanting for the
purpose, though, as you observe, we have managed to get the house into
better order than it has been of late years."
"I have some prize-money, though not much pay, due to me," I answered,
"and I shall be very glad to hand it over to Denis for the purpose you
name."
"No! no! I could not allow that. It's little enough you'll get out of
the estate, and you mustn't deprive yourself of funds, my boy," answered
the major. "We will think of some other plan."
I observed the next day a great improvement in the general state of
things about the house. The furniture had been repaired and furbished
up. There were clean covers to the sofas and chairs in the
drawing-room, and a new carpet in my mother's chamber, while the
servants had a less dingy and untidy look than formerly, showing that
they had received their wages.
I had spent a few pleasant days with my relations, when I received a
letter from old Rough-and-Ready, peremptorily ordering me to return. I
concluded that the letter I wrote from Portsmouth had not reached
Nettleship, and consequently that my request for prolonged leave of
absence had not been received.
As there was no time if I wrote to receive an answer, which very
probably would not reach its destination, my uncle advised me to set off
at once. I must pass over my parting with my mother and other members
of my family. My mother had greatly recovered, and I had no reason to
be apprehensive about her health. The major announced his intention of
accompanying me, with Denis, as far as Cork.
"I wish that we could make the journey with you to Plymouth; but to say
the truth, I find it prudent not to be longer away from Ballinahone than
can be helped," he observed. "My superintendence is wanted there as
much as ever."
We accordingly the following morning set out, Denis in high spirits at
having to make the journey, for hitherto his travels had not extended
farther than Limerick. The major rode ahead, and he and I followed,
talking together, though occasionally we rode up when we thought that
our uncle wanted company. A journey in those days was seldom to be made
without some adventures. None, however, occurred that I think worth
mentioning. On our arrival at Cork, I found a vessel sailing direct for
Bristol. My uncle advised me to go by her as the surest means of
reaching Plymouth quickly.
Wishing him and Denis, therefore, good-bye, I hurried on board, and two
days afterwards was on my journey from the great mart of commerce to
Plymouth.
Part of the distance I performed by coach, part by post-chaise, the rest
on horseback.
I felt somewhat anxious lest my ship should have sailed, and I might
have to kick my heels about Plymouth until she came back, or have to
make another journey to get aboard her. Great was my satisfaction,
therefore, when I saw her at anchor in Hamoaze. I at once went aboard.
Old Rough-and-Ready received me with a somewhat frowning brow when I
reported myself. On my explaining, however, what had happened, he said
that he would make things all right with Lord Robert, who was expected
on board every hour. As soon as his lordship appeared, we went out of
harbour. We found that Parliament being prorogued, we were to take a
short summer cruise. It was shorter than we expected.
After knocking about for a couple of weeks, we put back again into the
Sound, where we received a packet of letters, which had been waiting for
us at the post office. I got one from my uncle, stating that all things
were going on well at Ballinahone, and enclosing another in an unknown
hand, and bearing a foreign post-mark. On opening it I found that it
was from La Touche, reminding me of my promise to pay him a visit when
peace was restored, and inviting me over to his chateau in the
neighbourhood of Vernon. It appeared to me that I had but little chance
of being able to accept his invitation. I at once wrote him a letter,
stating that I was still on board, but that, should I be at liberty, I
would without fail endeavour to go over and see him; that though we had
been fighting with his nation, I had met so many brave men among them,
nothing would give me greater pleasure than to become acquainted with La
Belle France, and to see him again. I at once sent the letter on shore
to be posted. The same mail brought despatches to the captain. Their
tenor was soon announced. It was that the ship was to sail immediately
for Portsmouth, where she had been fitted out, to be paid off.
As his lordship was never addicted to doing anything in a hurry, he
waited, before obeying the order he had received, till he could get a
supply of fresh butter and eggs and other comestibles on board. We
therefore did not sail till the next day. We had a fair breeze going
out of the Sound, but the wind headed us when we got into the Channel,
and we made a tack towards the French coast. The wind continued light
and baffling, and we were three days before, having gone round by Saint
Helen's, we came to an anchor at Spithead. Here we had to wait until
the wind again shifted, when we ran into Portsmouth harbour.
I have already given a description of the scenes which occurred when I
was last paid off, so I need not repeat it. Lord Robert made us a
speech, promising to attend to the interests of all the officers who had
served with him, and especially to bear in mind the strong claims of his
first lieutenant to promotion. He took down all our addresses, saying
we should hear from him before long.
"I'll buy a golden frame to put his letter in, if I receive one,"
growled old Rough-and-Ready.
"I doubt whether he'll put pen to paper for my sake," said Nettleship.
Most of the rest of us made similar remarks. We were not wrong in our
conjectures, and, as far as I could learn, his lordship forgot all about
us and his promises from the moment he started for London; and we were
cast adrift to shift for ourselves.
Nettleship intended to go down to Plymouth, and wanted Tom Pim and me to
accompany him; but Tom's family were expecting him at home, and I hoped
to get round direct from Portsmouth to Cork by sea.
The _Osprey_, which had returned to Portsmouth, was paid off at the time
we were, and as there was no vessel sailing for Cork, I accepted an
invitation from Sinnet to go over to Cowes, where his family were
staying. We ran across in a wherry he had engaged.
As we were entering the harbour, we saw a fine-looking lugger at anchor,
and while passing I inquired where she was bound to.
"Over to France, to the port of Grisnez or thereabouts," answered a man
who was walking the forecastle with his hands in his pockets.
"When do you sail?" I asked.
"May be to-morrow, may be next day," was the answer.
"I say, Sinnet, I've a great mind, if the lugger remains here long
enough, to take a passage in her, and go and pay my promised visit to La
Touche. I wish you could come too; I am sure he will be glad to see
you."
"I wish I could, for I'm certain we should have good fun; but you see I
have not been with my family for a long time, and they would look upon
me as destitute of natural feeling if I went away so soon. If you,
however, have a wish to go, don't stand on ceremony. Should the lugger,
however, remain long enough, I'll take advantage of your proposal," he
said, as I accompanied him up to his house.
I was introduced to his father and mother and sisters, who were all such
nice people that I was half inclined to give up my idea. Sinnet,
however, mentioned the matter to the old gentleman, who at once told me
not to stand on ceremony.
"You could not have a better opportunity of seeing France; and perhaps
before long we shall be at loggerheads again, when no Englishman will be
able to set foot in the country except as a prisoner; therefore go, and
come back to us when you have got tired of frogs' legs and _soup
maigre_."
In the evening I went down with Sinnet to the quay, where a man was
pointed out to us as skipper of the lugger. We at once went up to him,
and I told him that I wished to get across to France.
"I have no objection to take you, young gentleman, though we do not
generally like having king's officers on board our craft," he answered.
"But I'm not on service now," I observed, guessing the meaning of his
allusion. "What sum do you expect for passage money?"
"Five guineas," he answered. "I do not care to take less."
"Five guineas you shall have, if you land me where I wish to go," I
said. "Now, when shall I be on board?"
"To-morrow morning at six o'clock. The tide will serve to carry us out
at the Needles; and I don't intend to wait a moment longer."
"At six o'clock I will be on board, then; and, by the by, what is your
name, captain?"
"Jack Long, though some call me little Jack," answered the skipper, with
a laugh.
"And your vessel, that there may be no mistake?"
"The _Saucy Bet_," he said; "and now you know all you need know about
her."
"Then, Captain Long, I'll be aboard the _Saucy Bet_ at the hour you
name," I said, as I took Sinnet's arm.
We strolled back to his house, and a very pleasant evening I spent with
my messmate's family. We had music and singing. Two or three girls and
some young men came in, and we got up a dance. Altogether, I began to
regret that I had not arranged to remain longer.
My old messmate turned out at an early hour to accompany me down to the
quay. As soon as I got on board the lugger, the anchor was hove up, and
we made sail. I found a roughish looking crew, several of them being
Jerseymen or Frenchmen. We soon got a fresh breeze from the northward,
when the _Saucy Bet_ walked along at a great rate, with large square
topsails set above her lower lugs. She had a small cabin aft, neatly
fitted up, and a large hold, but now perfectly clear. She could mount
eight guns, all of which were now below. Soon after we got outside the
Needles, however, they were hoisted up and placed on their carriages.
"What sort of a cargo do you generally carry, Captain Long?" I asked.
"That depends on what we stow away in the hold," he answered, with a
knowing wink. "Silks, satins, and ribbons, sometimes; and at others
tobacco and brandy, a few cases of gloves or lace, and such articles as
English ladies are fond of, and are glad to get without paying duty."
"Then you acknowledge yourself to be a smuggler, captain?"
"I intend to be as long as I can make an honest living by it," he
answered, laughing. "I'm not ashamed of it. It is fair play, you see.
If I'm caught I lose my goods and vessel, and am sent to prison, or
serve His Majesty on board a man-of-war. If I land my cargo, as I
generally contrive to do, I make a good profit."
As he was thus open I argued the point, trying to show that the
Government must have a revenue to pay their expenses, and that his
proceedings were lawless.
"That's their business, not mine," he answered, not in the least degree
moved by my observations. "The Government could not think very ill of
us," he remarked; "for if they want information about what is going on
in France, or have to send over anybody secretly, they are ready enough
to apply to me, and pay well too. Why, in the war time, if it hadn't
been for us smugglers, they couldn't have managed to send a messenger
across Channel. Bless you! I've carried over a queer lot of characters
now and then. But you must be getting hungry, young gentleman, and it's
time for dinner. Come below."
I found a plentiful repast, which, though somewhat roughly cooked, I did
ample justice to. The skipper produced a bottle of claret and another
of cognac, and pressed me to drink, but he himself, I observed, was very
moderate in his potations.
"If I did not keep a cool head on my shoulders, the _Saucy Bet_ would
soon get into trouble," he remarked; "still, that need not stop you from
making yourself happy if you like."
He seemed very much surprised when I told him that I had no fancy for
making myself happy in that fashion.
In the afternoon the wind fell, and we lay becalmed, floating down
Channel with the ebb. The smugglers swore terribly at the delay, as
they were in a hurry to get over to the French coast.
In the evening I walked the deck some time with the skipper, who was
full of anecdotes. In the war time he had commanded a privateer, which
had been tolerably successful, but his vessel had been captured at last,
and he had spent some months a prisoner in France. He had on that
occasion picked up a fair knowledge of French, which much assisted him,
he said, in his present vocation. He was always on good terms with the
mounseers, he told me, though he amused himself sometimes at their
expense.
"Some of my chaps and I were ashore one night, not long ago, taking a
glass at a wine shop near the harbour, when a frigate came in, and a
beauty she was, no doubt about that." He continued: "The Frenchmen
began to praise her, and says one of them to me--
"`There, you haven't got a craft like that in the whole of your navy.'
"`I don't know what we've got,' says I; `but if there comes a war we
should precious soon have one, for we should have she.'
"You should have seen the rage the Frenchmen were in when I said that,
and heard how they _sacred_ and swore. But I calmed them down by
reminding them that they had taken some of our frigates, and that it was
only to be expected that we should take some of theirs in return."
The captain gave me a side-berth in the little cabin, occupied
generally, I found, by one of the mates. It was somewhat close, but I
was soon asleep, and slept soundly until daylight the next morning.
By noon a breeze sprang up from the eastward, and under all sail we
stood away to the southward. By nightfall we were well in with the
French coast, but farther to the west than I expected.
"The tide will soon make in shore, and we must beat back to the
eastward," observed the skipper. "You mustn't hope, howsomdever, young
gentleman, to get ashore till to-morrow morning."
This mattered little to me, as I had no great objection to spend a few
hours more on board.
During the night I awoke, and found the vessel perfectly motionless.
"Can another calm have come on?" I thought.
I was going off to sleep again, when I heard a footstep in the cabin,
and, looking out of my bunk, by the light from the swinging lamp I saw
the skipper examining some papers at the table.
"Has the wind dropped again?" I inquired.
"No, we are at anchor; we have been chased by a _chasse-maree_, and so,
to escape her, we slipped in here; and here we shall remain perhaps for
some days, till the coast is clear," he answered.
"In that case, captain, I shall prefer going on shore, and making my way
overland to my friend's house. I shall find conveyances of some sort, I
suppose?" I said.
"As to that I can't say. It isn't much of a place, but you may get
along in a country cart, or hire a nag."
As I had no objection to seeing something of the country, I did not
complain of this, and as soon as it was daylight I turned out.
Being anxious not to lose time, I got Captain Long to send me ashore
with my valise. A small cabaret being open, I intended to take up my
quarters there until I could obtain some means of conveyance to the
Chateau La Touche. A cup of coffee, which was at once offered me,
enabled me to wait until a more substantial breakfast was prepared.
In the meantime I took a stroll through the village. It was a small
place, and, as far as I could judge, primitive in the extreme. It was
the first time I had been in France, yet, as I spoke the language pretty
well, I felt myself perfectly at home. Indeed, the people I addressed
took me for a Frenchman, and were extremely civil.
On getting back to the inn, the landlady asked me if I had been to see
the wonderful animal which had been landed some time before by a
fisherman, who had found him, she said, on board a vessel, navigating
her all by himself.
"What sort of an animal?" I inquired.
"Ah, monsieur, they say it is a bear. It certainly looks like one, for
it has a bear's head and claws, and a tail; but it does all sort of
things that no other bear that I have heard of can do; and what is more
strange, it can talk, though no one can understand what it says."
"I must go and have a look at this bear after breakfast," I said.
"Certainly monsieur would not leave our village without seeing so great
a wonder," she replied. "My boy Pierre can show you the way. Jacques
Chacot, who is the fortunate possessor of the bear, lives not more than
a quarter of a league away to the west. He charges half a franc to each
person to whom be shows his wonder, and the people come from far and
near. He talks of taking his bear to Paris to exhibit it, and if he
does he will surely make a fortune."
Though I was somewhat incredulous as to whether the bear could really
speak, and had also a doubt as to the way the woman said the animal had
been found, I felt curious to see it; and as soon as I had breakfasted,
conducted by Pierre, I set out for the cottage of Jacques Chacot. On
the way the boy amused me by giving further accounts of the strange
animal we were to see.
We found a number of other people going in the same direction, for my
landlady had given no exaggerated account of the curiosity which it had
excited. Jacques Chacot evidently possessed the talent of a showman.
He had enlarged the front of his cottage so as to form a sort of
theatre, the inner part serving as a stage. We found him standing at
the door with a couple of stout young fellows, his sons, ready to
receive visitors, for he allowed no one to go in until he had obtained
payment. A strong bar was run across in front of the stage, which
Jacques Chacot explained was to prevent the spectators from approaching
too close to the bear, who, he observed, was sometimes seized with
sudden fits of ferocity, and might, he was afraid, do some injury. The
room was already half full when Pierre and I entered, and a considerable
number of people came in afterwards. They were all country people,
decently dressed, who behaved with the usual politeness the French
exhibit when not excited by any special cause.