AMONG THE WOODS OF CRAIGIELEA.
With the arrival of Captain Herbert and little ’Theena a fresh gleam of
sunshine appeared to have fallen athwart our young hero’s pathway in
life.
As he sat in his corner that evening thoughtfully gazing on her sweet
face, while her father and his uncle kept talking together as old
friends and old sailors will, Tommy thought he had never seen anything
on earth so lovely before, and albeit he was about half afraid of her he
made up his mind to fall in love with her as early as possible. He
really was not quite certain yet, however, that he might not be
dreaming. Had he fallen asleep again, he wondered, after Uncle Robert
had finished his story? and was ’Theena but a vision? She looked so
ethereal and so like a fairy child that he could not help giving his own
arm a sly pinch to find out whether he really was awake or not. He did
feel that pinch, so it must be all right.
Next he wondered if his two big brothers would appropriate ’Theena
almost exclusively to themselves while she stayed here. He determined to
circumvent them, however. He had a hut and a home in the wild woods not
far from the romantic ruin of Craigie Castle, and he felt sure that
’Theena would be delighted with this hermitage of his. She did not look
very strong, but she would soon be rosier. He would wander through the
woods and wilds and cull posies of wild-flowers, and by the sea-shore
and gather shells for her--shells as prettily pink as those delicate
ears of hers. What a pity, he thought, that it was still winter! But
never mind, spring would come, and he knew where nearly all the
song-birds dwelt and built. And O! by the way, ’Theena’s eyes were as
blue as the eggs of the accentor or hedge-sparrow. Even deeper, they
were more like the blue of the pretty wee germander speedwell that
before two months were past would be peeping up through the grass by the
hedge-foot. Then further on there would be the wild blue hyacinth and
the blue-bells of Scotlands (the hare-bell of English waysides), and the
bugloss and milk-wort and succory--all of them more or less like
’Theena’s eyes--and a score of others besides, he could find and fashion
into garlands.
’Theena smiled so sweetly when she bade him good-night, and was upon the
whole so self-possessed and lady-like, that the boy felt infinitely
beneath her in every way. But that did not matter; he would improve day
by day, he felt certain enough on this point. So he went off to bed, and
dreamed that he and ’Theena were up in a balloon together, sailing
through the blue sky, and that down beneath them was spread out just
such a romantic land as that of Ecuador, which his uncle had described.
It was more like a scene of enchantment than anything else. But lo! even
as he gazed in rapture from the car of the balloon, it entered a region
of rolling clouds and snow mists; it became darker and darker, the gloom
was only lit up by the hurtling fires of terrible volcanoes, while all
around the thunders pealed and lightnings flashed. Then the balloon
seemed to collapse, and after a period of falling, falling, falling that
felt interminable, suddenly the sun shone once more around them--’Theena
was still by his side--and they found themselves in a kind of earthly
arboreal and floral paradise. Near them stood a tall and handsome young
man, dressed, however, like a savage, and armed with bow and arrow.
He advanced, smiling, to the spot where they stood, and extending a hand
to each:
“Dear sister and brother,” he said, “do you not know me? Behold I am the
long-lost Bernard!”
Then Tommy awoke and found it was daylight, and that the robin was
singing on his windowsill expectant of crumbs.
* * * * *
Spring came all at one glad bound to the fields and woods of Craigielea
this year.
Three weeks had passed away since the night Tommy had dreamt that
strange dream. Captain Herbert had gone south. He would sail round the
world before he returned to Craigielea to take his “little lass,” as he
called ’Theena, away with him again. Meanwhile he knew she would be well
cared for, and grow bigger and stronger.
Tommy’s brothers had made no attempt, or very little of an attempt, to
win ’Theena over. True, Jack had mounted her once or twice on Glancer;
but Glancer, knowing the responsibility of such a charge, could not be
induced to break even into a decent trot. So Jack got tired of ’Theena,
and told her she might never expect to make a cow-boy.
And Dick could not get the girl to race, or play cricket or hockey,
though he tried hard; and she was not even good at climbing trees nor
riding on fences, and was positively afraid of Towsie, the white,
shorthorn bull, because he had red eyes and tore up the ground with a
fore-foot, while he bellowed like distant thunder.
“It’s no good, Jack,” said Dick; “we couldn’t make anything of ’Theena
if we tried ever so long.”
“I don’t think so, Dick,” was Jack’s reply. “Besides, what is the use of
girls anyhow?”
“Not much. I really want to know what they are put into the world for at
all.”
“Well,” said Jack, “we’ll give her up, won’t we? Little Cinderella can
have her for a plaything, can’t he?”
“Yes, Jack, she’ll just suit little Cinderella.” This was the name his
brothers always called Tommy by, because he always sat by his sister’s
knee close to the fire, and looked at it for hours.
“Dick,” said Jack, “there’s nothing like boys, is there?”
“Nothing much.”
“And there’s nobody like you and me. Hurrah! come and give me a leg up
to mount Glancer, and just see me clear that farther fence. Besides,
I’ve got a new way of making Glancer buck-jump. Hurrah, Dick! Cow-boys
for ever!”
As the two went tearing along towards the paddock where Glancer was
browsing, they met Tommy and ’Theena on their way to the woods. Tommy
had a fishing-basket on his back, ’Theena carried the rod. Tommy had a
bow and arrows besides, and ’Theena carried a real Arab spear.
“Hullo, Cinderella!” shouted Dick.
“Hurrah, Cinder!” cried Jack. “Why, where ever are you off to with all
that gear?”
“We’re going to the hermitage,” said Tommy proudly. “I’m the Hermit
Hunter of the Wilds.”
“Ha, ha, ha!” from both the bigger boys.
“And,” continued Tommy, “we’re going to play at wild man in the woods;
and we’re going to gather flowers, and find birds’-nests, and fish in
the Craigieburn, and perhaps go for a sail on the sea.”
“Ha, ha, ha! Well, don’t you dare to fall in anywhere and drown your
little self,” said Jack; “else you will catch it. Good-bye, Cinder. Take
care of baby. Good-bye, Eenie-’Theenie.”
And away went Dick and Jack whooping.
“I don’t love your brothers much,” said ’Theena, almost crying. “What
makes them call you Cinder?”
“I don’t know, I’m sure, ’Theena; but I don’t mind it if you don’t.”
“I shall call you Tom.”
“Thank you; but really I don’t mind, you know, and if you would
prefer--”
“No, no, no. I don’t like Cinderella. You’re not a girl.”
“O, no. I’m a boy, and Uncle Robert says I shall soon be a man. Wouldn’t
you like to be a boy, ’Theena?”
“Yes, dearly.”
“It would be so nice if you were. We could have even better fun than we
have now, and you would be able to get up trees, and shoot, and do
everything I do.”
Talking thus they reached the great pine-wood, and entered among the
trees. In this silent forest-land there was not a morsel of undergrowth,
only the withered needles that had fallen from the pines and larches and
formed a thick soft carpet. And the great tree-stems went towering
skywards, brown for the pines, gray for the larches, till they ended far
above in a canopy of darkest green that would hardly admit a ray of
sunshine without breaking it all up into little patches of gold and
silver.
’Theena felt somewhat afraid now, and crept closer to Tom, who took her
hand, and thus they wandered on and on. And very small the two of them
looked among those giant timber trees.
“You’re not _very_ much afraid, are you?” said Tom. “You needn’t be, you
know, for I’m the Hermit Hunter of the Wilds, and could protect you
against anything; and Connie here would protect us both.”
Connie was the long-haired collie dog, who followed his master
everywhere like his shadow.
“You could shoot straight with your bow and arrow, couldn’t you, Tom, if
any wild beast came upon us?”
“O, very straight.”
They were following a tiny beaten path that led them through the
pine-wood. But it also led them up and up, and sometimes it was so steep
that they had to scramble on their hands and knees.
By and by the pines gave place to silver-stemmed birch-trees, with
shimmering, shivering leaves that reflected the sunshine in all
directions. The perfume from these trees was delightful in the extreme.
They reached a clearing at last, where the heather grew green all round,
and where there were lichen-clad stones to sit upon. Here one or two
large and lovely lizards were basking, and a splendid green speckled
snake went gliding away at their approach. Tom, being a Highland lad,
was not afraid of either snakes or lizards. Neither was ’Theena; for
though she was only seven years old she had been in strange countries
with her papa, and had seen far bigger snakes and lizards too than any
we have in Scotland.
Having rested for a short time, they resumed their upward journey, and
soon came to a little table-land about an acre in extent, and near it,
in the shelter of a tall gray rock, with drooping birch-trees, and
broom, and whins, lo! the hermitage and woodland home of the Hermit
Hunter.
What a business the making of this hut had been, nobody ever knew except
Tommy himself, Uncle Robert, and the collie dog Connie.
But now that it was made, it looked a very complete dwelling indeed,
just such as a Crusoe would have delighted to live in.
’Theena was overjoyed.
“O!” she cried, “I would love to stay here always; a table and cupboard,
and real seats, and real plates and things, and a window, and books and
all! I can’t read much, can you?”
“Yes,” said Tom. “Uncle taught me. He teaches me always up here in
summer, and he shall teach you too.”
After ’Theena had admired everything sufficiently long, they commenced
to climb again, and soon rose out of the greenery of the woods entirely,
high up the hill into the very sky itself; and, wonderful to say, here
was a noble castle, though now but little more than a ruin.
“My ancestors,” said Tommy proudly, “once dwelt here, and they were
great soldiers and warriors. Dick and Jack don’t care anything about
ancestors; but I do, Theena. And do you know what I am going to do?”
“No,” said ’Theena.
“After I grow a big man, I mean.”
“Yes, after you grow a big man.”
“Well, I’m going to make lots of money first, you know. For I shall be a
sailor, and sail away to strange countries where the gold lies in heaps
in the woods and wilds, watched over by terrible dragons.”
“Yes, Tom, I suppose there would be dragons.”
“Well, I shall kill the dragons, and bring away, O, ever so much gold!
Then I will sail home in my ship, and I shall furnish this castle all
splendid and new again, with beautiful furniture and pictures, and all
sorts of nice things. O, but stop, there is something I am going to do
before then.”
“Yes, Tom, something to do before then.”
“I’m going to find your brother Bernard.”
“O, that would be nice!”
“Yes, very. And I’ll bring him home, and we’ll all live happy here in
this splendid castle; your father and my father, and mother, and uncle,
and Bernard, and Alicia, and Connie and all.”
“Will your brothers be here too?”
“N--no, I think it better not, perhaps. Of course Dugald would be at the
farm, and we could see him sometimes, but Dick and Jack better go away
and preach and be a cow-boy.”
“And then,” said ’Theena, “they would never call you Cinder any more.
But how very nice it will all be. And O, Tom, look at the waves!”
From the window of the room in which they stood the view was grand and
imposing. Hills and rocks and woods on one side, the lovely glen on the
other, and down yonder, stretching away and away to the illimitable
horizon, the blue Atlantic dotted here and there with white sails, with
one or two steamers in the far offing, ploughing their way northwards,
and leaving their trailing wreaths of smoke and long white wakes.
And up from the woods beneath them came a chorus of bird songs. The
mellow fluting of the blackbird, the sweat clear notes of the mavis, and
bold bright lilt of chaffinch. Nearer still the linnet perched on the
whin-bush, and high, high in air, dimly seen against a white fleecy
cloud, but easily heard, was the laverock itself.
And the bright pure sunshine was over everything; glittering on the
rippling sea, sparkling on the mountain-tops where the snow still lay,
patching the woods with light and shadow, heightening the green of moss
and heather, changing the streams into threadlets of silver, spreading
out the petals of half-open flowers, the gowans on the lea, goldilocks
by the meadow’s brink, awakening the bees, and causing ten thousand,
thousand rainbow-coloured insects to join in the song of gladness that
rose everywhere on this lovely spring morning, from nature to nature’s
God.
Tom and his companion stood long enough at the window to drink in the
essence of the glorious scene, but no longer. The day was young, and
they were young. There was a moping owl up in the ivy yonder; they would
leave the ruined castle to him, while they should go forth and mingle
with, and become part and parcel of, all the light and loveliness that
made up the day.
“Come, ’Theena, we mustn’t keep the fish waiting. Come, Connie; and you
must not go and bathe and splash to-day in the stream where we are
fishing. ’Theena, I want to get a basket full to the top with such trout
that will make Dick and Jack want to kick themselves with jealousy.”
And off they went, and no one saw either of them again till the sun was
going down behind the sea, and changing the waves into billows of blood.