The chilly wind that sighed in long heavy gusts over moor and fell and
wild grass-covered mountain, the damp rawness of the air, the heavy
clouds that lay detached in strange-shaped masses upon the edge of the
distant horizon, all told that the sweet season of the summer was come
to a close, and that the world was dropping into the old age of the
year.
In the northern parts of England, the summer often seems to go out, as
it were, at once, and autumn, especially towards sunset, puts on the
chilling aspect of the winter. But the moment at which I choose to
open this chapter was beyond that of sunset by some hours, and the
traveller who rode alone through a wild, bleak part of Northumberland,
appeared, by the rapidity of his pace, to be eager to arrive at some
place of shelter for the night. Such, however, was not the case; and
little did that traveller care at what hour he reached the home to
which his steps were bent, for despair was in his heart, and all was
barren. The cheerful hall, the blazing hearth, the gay banquet, the
familiar faces, were all to him cold, and lifeless, and not less
desert than the wild hill-side over which he now took his impetuous
way.
The fresh and beaming countenance of Morley Ernstein, which but a few
short months before, when he was first introduced to the reader,
breathed health, and strength, and energy, was now pale, and anxious,
and depressed. The air, the bland expression of youth, was gone,
sorrow and disappointment, and strong passionate thought, had set the
seal of mature life upon his brow. Every touch of early years and
fresh inexperience was done away, and any one who could have looked
upon his countenance would have said that six or seven-and-twenty
years must have passed over his head, rather than the shorter,
brighter count of one-and-twenty.
Though the night was chilly and raw, as I have stated, it was not
dark; a grey film indeed covered the sky, composed of cold damp
vapours, driven hastily along by the keen wind. But beneath was the
moon, which was now near the edge of the horizon, and which not only
afforded a considerable portion of light, even when her broad disk was
not seen, but from time to time glanced through the hurrying clouds,
and glared, large, and cold, and wan upon the traveller's eye.
Still he rode forward along the sandy road, now having nothing before
him but the dim forms of the hills over which his way lay, cutting
upon the sky, now catching a glimpse of some distant tower or village
steeple, rising black and sad above the horizon for a moment, and then
sinking into the confused darkness of all around, as he dashed onward.
At length the light-coloured sand, which had marked out the road,
became mingled with some darker substance, and the path he was
following was thenceforth scarcely to be distinguished. The speed of
the traveller, however, was not relaxed, and with that sort of
recklessness which bitter disappointment brings with it, instead of
striving to guide his horse he let the rein float loose upon the
animal's neck, thinking--"He will find his way--and if not, it matters
little."
He was thus crossing an open moor at a rapid rate when a faint cry of
some kind struck his ear. He paid no attention to it, however,
thinking that it proceeded from some wild bird of night, startled from
its marshy nest by the sounding feet of his horse; and rode quickly
on, still plunged in his own thoughts, when suddenly the beast that
bore him shied wildly from some object at the side of the road, and
Morley Ernstein, catching up the rein, drew the animal in, and turned
his head towards the thing that had frightened him. He then heard the
voice of a child, apparently crying bitterly, and although he had
become by this time reckless and careless of himself, the better part
of his heart's feelings was still untouched, and, springing to the
ground, he approached the spot where the little wanderer sat.
Morley found there a boy of about four years old, who at first made no
answer to his manifold questions but by tears. At length, however, he
made out that the poor child was crying for some one whom he had lost,
and whom he called "Annie;" but difficult indeed was it to discover
where or how this person was to be found. All that the boy could tell
was, that he had left her "by the fire," and Morley in vain
endeavoured to discover where the cottage lay to the fire in which he
fancied the poor child alluded; the urchin still replying to all
enquiries that he had left Annie by the fire.
"Well, my boy," said Morley, in a kindly tone, "shall I take you to
seek for Annie?" and the child, instantly starting up, held out his
hand. "I will take you up before me on the horse," continued
the gentleman, and the boy shewed anything but unwillingness,
exclaiming--"Harry did that."
The young gentleman accordingly remounted, taking the little fellow up
on the pommel of the saddle. "Now, which way shall I turn, my man?" he
said. But the boy could give him no information; and he rode on,
determined to place the child in safety at the next village, and then
to send out different persons to enquire for his parents. Proceeding
more slowly than he had hitherto done, Morley advanced across the
moor, the undulations of the ground preventing him from seeing beyond
a few hundred yards around him. At length a bright glare suddenly
burst upon his sight, rising over the slope before him, and a moment
or two after he came in sight of one of those immense fires of waste
coal, which mark out the edges of pits in the North. The flame rose up
many yards in height, waving to and fro, as the keen wind drove it,
and canopying itself with a loud of lurid smoke, while below appeared
the intense glow of the fire, spreading over some twenty or thirty
feet of ground.
"There--there's the fire!" cried the boy; "Annie's by the
fire--Annie's by the fire!" and Morley, beginning to comprehend what
the poor baby meant, pushed his horse onwards toward the glare, though
it was not without great difficulty that he forced the animal to
approach it. No human form, however, appeared by the light, and the
boy, after seeming somewhat bewildered, exclaimed--"No, it is not
there--no, it is not there.--It is the other fire."
At the same time he pointed with his hand towards the east, and
Morley, following that indication, turned his horse once more upon the
road. As soon as he had issued forth from the bright red light that
spread around, he perceived a faint glow at some distance, in the
direction towards which the boy had pointed; and, as he rode onward,
he found that he was approaching another of the pit-mouths, where a
still larger pile of waste coal than that which he had before seen was
blazing up into the sky. Before he reached it, however, the road
dipped down into a little ravine, and as he followed its course,
losing sight of the fire for a moment, he heard the voice of
lamentation, and a moment or two afterwards some one from the top of
the bank exclaimed, in a tone of agony--"Have you found him,
Harry?--have you found him?"
Morley drew in his horse. "If it be of a child you are speaking," he
cried, raising his voice, "I have just found one on the moor. He is
quite safe, and I will bring him round to the fire a minute."
The voice which had spoken made no reply, but in a moment or two
after, Morley's horse carried him again within sight of the pit-mouth,
which was still at the distance of three or four hundred yards. By the
light of the burning coal, he beheld a female figure walking about
with gesticulations which he easily conceived to be those of grief;
but it was evident that the person whom he there saw could not be the
woman whose voice he had heard from above, when he was in the ravine.
He rode on, however, towards the fire, and was again saluted by the
name of Harry as he came up, though, the moment after, the mistake was
perceived, and the old woman, for such she was, who stood by the
blaze, drew back a step or two, as if inclined to avoid him. No sooner
did she behold the child, however, than she darted forward, and held
out her arms, exclaiming, with a wild cry of joy--"He's saved!--he's
saved!"
The young gentleman lifted the boy gently down to her, and then
dismounted himself, not a little interested in all that he saw; and,
to say the truth, at that moment Morley Ernstein was not a little glad
to find that any subject upon earth could afford him matter of
interest even for a moment; for the dull and heavy load of despair was
upon his heart, and, not an hour before, all the things of life had
seemed in his eyes to have become light and valueless when put in the
balance against that ponderous weight.
The woman's first impulse led her to kiss the child again and again,
even before she offered any thanks to his restorer. The boy also
shewed not a little joy at finding himself again in the arms of the
old woman, and by the terms of endearment which he applied to her,
Morley discovered that it was herself he had wished to designate by
the name of Annie--by which, probably, he meant Granny. While he stood
and gazed, however, at the joyful meeting, between old age and
infancy, the group was joined by another person, who seemed more
deeply affected than even the old dame. It was a young woman of some
three or four-and-twenty years of age, who now came running at full
speed from the bank above the ravine, and she, too, without noticing
Morley, caught the child to her bosom, pressing it close, and kissing
it a thousand times. The young Baronet did not doubt for a moment that
she was the boy's mother, for only a mother's heart could prompt such
emotions as he there beheld.
When she had given vent to her feelings for a moment or two, however,
she set the child down beside her, still holding it tight by the hand,
and turned to gaze in silence upon Morley Ernstein, in which
occupation the old woman was already deeply busy.
Morley returned the enquiring looks of both; for, to say the truth, he
was somewhat surprised at the reception which he met with, and that
not the slightest word of thanks or gratitude was proffered by either
of the women for that which they evidently conceived to be a very
great service. He could understand, indeed, that the elder woman
might, either from natural rudeness or from timidity, be unwilling or
unable to express her thanks, for she was plain and homely in her
attire, and in her appearance altogether, and was evidently a person
of the lower orders. The younger woman was not only pretty, graceful,
and dressed in a style very much superior to her companion, but was
distinguished by a lady-like and intelligent look, which seemed to
promise a mind capable of comprehending what was due to her child's
deliverer, and of expressing it easily and well. Both, however, gazed
for more than a minute at Morley Ernstein without speaking, and then
turned their looks enquiringly towards each other, as if doubtful what
to say or how to act, and at length the younger drew the elder aside,
and spoke to her for a moment or two in a whisper, while Morley
Ernstein looked around him, not a little surprised at everything that
he beheld.
Morley was unacquainted with that part of the country, having never
visited his northern estates; and the sight of those immense fires,
blazing in the midst of the night, surrounded by wild moors and naked
hills, was calculated in itself to excite an imagination unusually
rich and active, while the meeting with those two women in the midst
of so desolate a scene, with not a trace of human habitation, except a
low, miserable shed of turf, which he saw not far from the mouth of
the pit, and some of the machinery for raising coal, which lay at no
great distance, supplied plenty of materials for fancy to work upon.
Their strange manner, too; the contrast between the appearance of the
one and that of the other; their deep emotions at recovering the
child, and yet their seeming ingratitude to him who restored it; were
all matters of curious speculation, and for the time diverted Morley's
mind from the thought of himself.
"I will stay and see what comes of all this," he said to himself.
"Occupation must now be my great object in life, the deadening of
remembrance and regret, the striving for forgetfulness. I may as well
take the matter for fresh thoughts wherever I find it.--I will pass
the night here, it will be better than the dull solitude of Warmstone,
where I should have nothing but bitter memory for my companion."
As he thus communed with himself, the murmured conversation between
the two women was brought to an end, and the younger one advanced
towards him, still speaking a word or two more to the other, "No, no,
mother," she said, "he is not one of those; I know such sort of people
better than you do. They may put on the clothes of a gentleman, but
they never look like him. This is not one of them, depend upon it. See
how he stands; you never saw a thief-taker stand like that."
The old woman made no reply, and the young one continued addressing
herself now to Morley Ernstein. "I am very much obliged to you, sir,"
she said, "and thank you a thousand times for saving my child, and
bringing him back to me. He strayed away from his grandmother while
she fell asleep by the fire, and we feared that he might have fallen
into some old pit. I am very much obliged to you, sir, indeed, and
thank you with my whole heart!"
As she spoke, she made Morley a low and graceful courtesy; but he
replied, "Is not your husband looking for the child?--What you said to
me from the top of the bank, when you first heard my horse's feet,
made me think so, at least."
"He _is_ looking for the boy, sir," answered the younger woman, "but
he will soon be back again.--I am very much obliged to you, sir;" and
again she made a low courtesy, as if to intimate that she wished the
conference to come to an end. But Morley did not choose that such
should be the case, and he exclaimed--"I will go and seek for him. He
is doubtless anxious about the child, and may very likely not return
for long, unless he knows that the boy is found."
"Oh, he will return--he will return!--there is no fear, sir," replied
the younger woman. "He is anxious enough, poor fellow, no doubt; but
he will soon return, I am sure."
"You had better go away, young gentleman--you had better go away,"
cried the old woman, chiming in, with a more peremptory tone; "they
are wild people in these parts, and you can do no good by staying
here, and may do harm. You had better go away, I say, for this is no
place for you--nor for me either," she added, in a lower tone. "I was
never born for all this."
I have attempted to shew before, that the mind of Morley Ernstein was
not very susceptible of fear; and though there was certainly a sort of
menace in the tone of the old woman, his curiosity was but the more
excited, and he replied, without hesitation--"Oh, dear, no! You had
better let me go and look for him. It is the way of this world, where
a man who has lost one thing must always go and help his neighbour who
has lost something else."
"I think you are laughing at us," said the younger woman, gravely;
"and I tell you, too, I wish you would go, sir. It may be better for
you if you do. If you have really lost anything, and any one here has
found it, it shall be sent back to you."
"I am not laughing at you, my good lady," replied Morley; "what I have
lost is my way, and I meant that I was going to call your husband back
to his, when I have lost my own. Thus it was myself I was laughing at,
if at any one. But the truth is, having, as I said, lost my way, I am
about to ask you for shelter here during the night, as I must have, by
the best calculation I can make, some sixteen or seventeen miles, if
not more, to ride to my own home."
"Shelter here!" cried the old woman, looking at him eagerly, and even
sternly--"what sort of shelter do you expect here, young man? Is this
a place to seek shelter, or are we people that can give it?"
"I really do not know," answered Morley Ernstein. "I certainly thought
that such a thing was possible, or I should not have asked it; there
seems a cottage there----"
Before the old woman could reply, there came the sound of a horse's
feet approaching at a quick pace, and the boy's mother, catching him
up in her arms, darted away like lightning towards the spot where she
had first been standing when met by Morley Ernstein. She seemed to
reach it before the horseman, and Morley could just hear her
exclaim--"He is safe, Harry--he is safe!--Wait till I come down to
you!--Do not come on, I have something to say."
The horse apparently paused; for two or three minutes no other sound
was heard from that quarter; and Morley would have been left to
pursue, uninterrupted, his meditations upon the somewhat peculiar
position in which he found himself placed, had not the old woman who
stood beside him urged him somewhat eagerly to mount his horse and
ride away.
"You don't look like a bad man," she said, "and you are certainly a
young one, and it's a pity to risk a fresh and happy life for an idle
whim. If you had seen as much sorrow as I have, you might very well
sport with danger; but now, I tell you fairly, you are hazarding your
life for nothing."
"I have seen sorrow enough, my good dame," replied Morley, "to care
very little about life; but I believe, as you say, it were better not
to risk it. We have no right to do so in this world; God gave it to,
us for others, as much, if not more, than for ourselves. I will take
your advice, then, and go."
Thus saying, he put his foot in the stirrup, mounted, and turned the
rein to ride away; but he could not make up his mind to go fast, for
the idea of flight from any sort of danger was unpleasant to him.
Before he had gone two yards, then, the sound of the other horse's
feet was renewed, and a moment after he saw a stout man, mounted on a
powerful grey, come round by the road which he himself had followed,
and approach at a quick pace towards the fire.
The young Baronet felt that a struggle might be approaching of a
somewhat desperate character, and he grasped his riding-whip by the
middle, without any sensation of fear, certainly, but with that degree
of emotion which every one must experience at the prospect of coming
strife. Without taking any apparent notice of the new comer, however,
he pursued his way in the direct course, which he had at first taken,
and which brought him within about ten yards of the path along which
the other was now approaching.
Morley rode on, but as they crossed each other, the child's father
drew up his horse, and seemed to gaze at the young Baronet
attentively. He then said, "Good night!" to which Morley replied by
exactly the same salutation, still riding on. The next instant,
however, the other exclaimed--"Holloa! Sir Morley Ernstein! You must
give a word to an old acquaintance, after bringing us back the babe!"