The Shaw, leading to Hannah Bint's habitation, is, as I perhaps have
said before, a very pretty mixture of wood and coppice; that is to say,
a tract of thirty or forty acres covered with fine growing timber--ash,
and oak, and elm, very regularly planted; and interspersed here and
there with large patches of underwood, hazel, maple, birch, holly, and
hawthorn, woven into almost impenetrable thickets by long wreaths of the
bramble, the briony, and the brier-rose, or by the pliant and twisting
garlands of the wild honeysuckle. In other parts, the Shaw is quite
clear of its bosky undergrowth, and clothed only with large beds of
feathery fern, or carpets of flowers, primroses, orchises, cowslips,
ground-ivy, crane's-bill, cotton-grass, Solomon's seal, and
forget-me-not, crowded together with a profusion and brilliancy of
colour, such as I have rarely seen equalled even in a garden. Here
the wild hyacinth really enamels the ground with its fresh and lovely
purple; there,
'On aged roots, with bright green mosses clad,
Dwells the wood-sorrel, with its bright thin leaves
Heart-shaped and triply folded, and its root
Creeping like beaded coral; whilst around
Flourish the copse's pride, anemones,
With rays like golden studs on ivory laid
Most delicate; but touch'd with purple clouds,
Fit crown for April's fair but changeful brow.'
The variety is much greater than I have enumerated; for the ground is
so unequal, now swelling in gentle ascents, now dimpling into dells and
hollows, and the soil so different in different parts, that the sylvan
Flora is unusually extensive and complete.
The season is, however, now too late for this floweriness; and except
the tufted woodbines, which have continued in bloom during the whole
of this lovely autumn, and some lingering garlands of the purple wild
vetch, wreathing round the thickets, and uniting with the ruddy leaves
of the bramble, and the pale festoons of the briony, there is little
to call one's attention from the grander beauties of the trees--the
sycamore, its broad leaves already spotted--the oak, heavy with
acorns--and the delicate shining rind of the weeping birch, 'the lady of
the woods,' thrown out in strong relief from a background of holly and
hawthorn, each studded with coral berries, and backed with old beeches,
beginning to assume the rich tawny hue which makes them perhaps the most
picturesque of autumnal trees, as the transparent freshness of their
young foliage is undoubtedly the choicest ornament of the forest in
spring.
A sudden turn round one of these magnificent beeches brings us to the
boundary of the Shaw, and leaning upon a rude gate, we look over an open
space of about ten acres of ground, still more varied and broken
than that which we have passed, and surrounded on all sides by thick
woodland. As a piece of colour, nothing can be well finer. The ruddy
glow of the heath-flower, contrasting, on the one hand, with the
golden-blossomed furze--on the other, with a patch of buck-wheat,
of which the bloom is not past, although the grain be ripening, the
beautiful buck-wheat, whose transparent leaves and stalks are so
brightly tinged with vermilion, while the delicate pink-white of the
flower, a paler persicaria, has a feathery fall, at once so rich and so
graceful, and a fresh and reviving odour, like that of birch trees
in the dew of a May evening. The bank that surmounts this attempt at
cultivation is crowned with the late foxglove and the stately mullein;
the pasture of which so great a part of the waste consists, looks as
green as an emerald; a clear pond, with the bright sky reflected in it,
lets light into the picture; the white cottage of the keeper peeps from
the opposite coppice; and the vine-covered dwelling of Hannah Bint rises
from amidst the pretty garden, which lies bathed in the sunshine around
it.
The living and moving accessories are all in keeping with the
cheerfulness and repose of the landscape. Hannah's cow grazing quietly
beside the keeper's pony; a brace of fat pointer puppies holding
amicable intercourse with a litter of young pigs; ducks, geese, cocks,
hens, and chickens scattered over the turf; Hannah herself sallying
forth from the cottage-door, with her milk-bucket in her hand, and her
little brother following with the milking-stool.
My friend, Hannah Bint, is by no means an ordinary person. Her father,
Jack Bint (for in all his life he never arrived at the dignity of being
called John, indeed in our parts he was commonly known by the cognomen
of London Jack), was a drover of high repute in his profession. No man,
between Salisbury Plain and Smithfield, was thought to conduct a flock
of sheep so skilfully through all the difficulties of lanes and commons,
streets and high-roads, as Jack Bint, aided by Jack Bint's famous dog,
Watch; for Watch's rough, honest face, black, with a little white about
the muzzle, and one white ear, was as well known at fairs and markets
as his master's equally honest and weather-beaten visage. Lucky was
the dealer that could secure their services; Watch being renowned
for keeping a flock together better than any shepherd's dog on
the road--Jack, for delivering them more punctually, and in better
condition. No man had a more thorough knowledge of the proper night
stations, where good feed might be procured for his charge, and good
liquor for Watch and himself; Watch, like other sheep dogs, being
accustomed to live chiefly on bread and beer. His master, though not
averse to a pot of good double X, preferred gin; and they who plod
slowly along, through wet and weary ways, in frost and in fog, have
undoubtedly a stronger temptation to indulge in that cordial and
reviving stimulus, than we water-drinkers, sitting in warm and
comfortable rooms, can readily imagine. For certain, our drover could
never resist the gentle seduction of the gin-bottle, and being of a
free, merry, jovial temperament, one of those persons commonly called
good fellows, who like to see others happy in the same way with
themselves, he was apt to circulate it at his own expense, to the great
improvement of his popularity, and the great detriment of his finances.
All this did vastly well whilst his earnings continued proportionate to
his spendings, and the little family at home were comfortably supported
by his industry: but when a rheumatic fever came on, one hard winter,
and finally settled in his limbs, reducing the most active and hardy
man in the parish to the state of a confirmed cripple, then his reckless
improvidence stared him in the face; and poor Jack, a thoughtless,
but kind creature, and a most affectionate father, looked at his three
motherless children with the acute misery of a parent who has brought
those whom he loves best in the world to abject destitution. He found
help, where he probably least expected it, in the sense and spirit of
his young daughter, a girl of twelve years old.
Hannah was the eldest of the family, and had, ever since her mother's
death, which event had occurred two or three years before, been
accustomed to take the direction of their domestic concerns, to manage
her two brothers, to feed the pigs and the poultry, and to keep house
during the almost constant absence of her father. She was a quick,
clever lass, of a high spirit, a firm temper, some pride, and a horror
of accepting parochial relief, which is every day becoming rarer amongst
the peasantry; but which forms the surest safeguard to the sturdy
independence of the English character. Our little damsel possessed this
quality in perfection; and when her father talked of giving up their
comfortable cottage, and removing to the workhouse, whilst she and
her brothers must go to service, Hannah formed a bold resolution, and
without disturbing the sick man by any participation of her hopes and
fears, proceeded after settling their trifling affairs to act at once on
her own plans and designs.
Careless of the future as the poor drover had seemed, he had yet kept
clear of debt, and by subscribing constantly to a benefit club, had
secured a pittance that might at least assist in supporting him during
the long years of sickness and helplessness to which he was doomed to
look forward. This his daughter knew. She knew also, that the employer
in whose service his health had suffered so severely, was a rich and
liberal cattle-dealer in the neighbourhood, who would willingly aid an
old and faithful servant, and had, indeed, come forward with offers of
money. To assistance from such a quarter Hannah saw no objection. Farmer
Oakley and the parish were quite distinct things. Of him, accordingly,
she asked, not money, but something much more in his own way--'a cow!
any cow! old or lame, or what not, so that it were a cow! she would be
bound to keep it well; if she did not, he might take it back again. She
even hoped to pay for it by and by, by instalments, but that she would
not promise!' and, partly amused, partly interested by the child's
earnestness, the wealthy yeoman gave her, not as a purchase, but as a
present, a very fine young Alderney. She then went to the lord of the
manor, and, with equal knowledge of character, begged his permission
to keep her cow on the Shaw common. 'Farmer Oakley had given her a fine
Alderney, and she would be bound to pay the rent, and keep her father
off the parish, if he would only let it graze on the waste;' and he too,
half from real good nature--half, not to be outdone in liberality by his
tenant, not only granted the requested permission, but reduced the rent
so much, that the produce of the vine seldom fails to satisfy their kind
landlord.
Now Hannah showed great judgment in setting up as a dairy-woman. She
could not have chosen an occupation more completely unoccupied, or more
loudly called for. One of the most provoking of the petty difficulties
which beset people with a small establishment in this neighbourhood,
is the trouble, almost the impossibility, of procuring the pastoral
luxuries of milk, eggs, and butter, which rank, unfortunately, amongst
the indispensable necessaries of housekeeping. To your thoroughbred
Londoner, who, whilst grumbling over his own breakfast, is apt to fancy
that thick cream, and fresh butter, and new-laid eggs, grow, so to say,
in the country--form an actual part of its natural produce--it may be
some comfort to learn, that in this great grazing district, however the
calves and the farmers may be the better for cows, nobody else is;
that farmers' wives have ceased to keep poultry; and that we unlucky
villagers sit down often to our first meal in a state of destitution,
which may well make him content with his thin milk and his Cambridge
butter, when compared to our imputed pastoralities.
Hannah's Alderney restored us to one rural privilege. Never was so
cleanly a little milkmaid. She changed away some of the cottage finery,
which, in his prosperous days, poor Jack had pleased himself with
bringing home, the china tea-service, the gilded mugs, and the painted
waiters, for the useful utensils of the dairy, and speedily established
a regular and gainful trade in milk, eggs, butter, honey, and
poultry--for poultry they had always kept.
Her domestic management prospered equally. Her father, who retained the
perfect use of his hands, began a manufacture of mats and baskets, which
he constructed with great nicety and adroitness; the eldest boy, a sharp
and clever lad, cut for him his rushes and osiers; erected, under his
sister's direction, a shed for the cow, and enlarged and cultivated the
garden (always with the good leave of her kind patron the lord of the
manor) until it became so ample, that the produce not only kept the pig,
and half kept the family, but afforded another branch of merchandise to
the indefatigable directress of the establishment. For the younger boy,
less quick and active, Hannah contrived to obtain an admission to the
charity-school, where he made great progress--retaining him at home,
however, in the hay-making and leasing season, or whenever his services
could be made available, to the great annoyance of the schoolmaster,
whose favourite he is, and who piques himself so much on George's
scholarship (your heavy sluggish boy at country work often turns
out quick at his book), that it is the general opinion that this
much-vaunted pupil will, in process of time, be promoted to the post of
assistant, and may, possibly, in course of years, rise to the dignity of
a parish pedagogue in his own person; so that his sister, although still
making him useful at odd times, now considers George as pretty well off
her hands, whilst his elder brother, Tom, could take an under-gardener's
place directly, if he were not too important at home to be spared even
for a day.
In short, during the five years that she has ruled at the Shaw cottage,
the world has gone well with Hannah Bint. Her cow, her calves, her pigs,
her bees, her poultry, have each, in their several ways, thriven and
prospered. She has even brought Watch to like butter-milk, as well as
strong beer, and has nearly persuaded her father (to whose wants
and wishes she is most anxiously attentive) to accept of milk as a
substitute for gin. Not but Hannah hath had her enemies as well as her
betters. Why should she not? The old woman at the lodge, who always
piqued herself on being spiteful, and crying down new ways, foretold
from the first she would come to no good, and could not forgive her for
falsifying her prediction; and Betty Barnes, the slatternly widow of a
tippling farmer, who rented a field, and set up a cow herself, and was
universally discarded for insufferable dirt, said all that the wit of
an envious woman could devise against Hannah and her Alderney; nay, even
Ned Miles, the keeper, her next neighbour, who had whilom held entire
sway over the Shaw common, as well as its coppices, grumbled as much
as so good-natured and genial a person could grumble, when he found a
little girl sharing his dominion, a cow grazing beside his pony, and
vulgar cocks and hens hovering around the buck-wheat destined to feed
his noble pheasants. Nobody that had been accustomed to see that paragon
of keepers, so tall and manly, and pleasant looking, with his merry eye,
and his knowing smile, striding gaily along, in his green coat, and his
gold-laced hat, with Neptune, his noble Newfoundland dog (a retriever is
the sporting word), and his beautiful spaniel Flirt at his heels, could
conceive how askew he looked, when he first found Hannah and Watch
holding equal reign over his old territory, the Shaw common.
Yes! Hannah hath had her enemies; but they are passing away. The old
woman at the lodge is dead, poor creature; and Betty Barnes, having
herself taken to tippling, has lost the few friends she once possessed,
and looks, luckless wretch, as if she would soon die too!--and the
keeper?--why, he is not dead, or like to die; but the change that has
taken place there is the most astonishing of all--except, perhaps, the
change in Hannah herself.
Few damsels of twelve years old, generally a very pretty age, were less
pretty than Hannah Bint. Short and stunted in her figure, thin in face,
sharp in feature, with a muddled complexion, wild sunburnt hair,
and eyes whose very brightness had in them something startling,
over-informed, super-subtle, too clever for her age,--at twelve years
old she had quite the air of a little old fairy. Now, at seventeen,
matters are mended. Her complexion has cleared; her countenance has
developed itself; her figure has shot up into height and lightness, and
a sort of rustic grace; her bright, acute eye is softened and sweetened
by the womanly wish to please; her hair is trimmed, and curled and
brushed, with exquisite neatness; and her whole dress arranged with that
nice attention to the becoming, the suitable both in form and texture,
which would be called the highest degree of coquetry, if it did
not deserve the better name of propriety. Never was such a
transmogrification beheld. The lass is really pretty, and Ned Miles has
discovered that she is so. There he stands, the rogue, close at her side
(for he hath joined her whilst we have been telling her little story,
and the milking is over!)--there he stands--holding her milk-pail in
one hand, and stroking Watch with the other; whilst she is returning the
compliment by patting Neptune's magnificent head. There they stand,
as much like lovers as may be; he smiling, and she blushing--he never
looking so handsome nor she so pretty in all their lives. There they
stand, in blessed forgetfulness of all except each other; as happy
a couple as ever trod the earth. There they stand, and one would not
disturb them for all the milk and butter in Christendom. I should not
wonder if they were fixing the wedding day.