CHAPTER FIVE.

For three days did Jackson lie on his bed; I supplied him with water,

but he did not eat anything. He groaned heavily at times, and talked

much to himself, and I heard him ask forgiveness of God, and pardon for

his sins. I noted this down for an explanation. On the third day, he

said to me:

"Henniker, I am very ill. I have a fever coming on, from the wound you

have given me. I do not say that I did not deserve it, for I did, and I

know that I have treated you ill; and that you must hate me; but the

question is, do you wish me to die?"

"No," replied I, "I want you to live, and answer all my questions, and

you shall do so."

"I will do so," replied he. "I have done wrong, and I will make amends.

Do you understand me? I mean to say, that I have been very cruel to

you, and now I will do all you wish, and answer every question you may

put to me, as well as I can."

"That is what I want," replied I.

"I know it is, but my wound is festering, and must be washed and

dressed. The feathers make it worse. Will you do this for me?"

I thought a little, and recollected that he was still in my power, as he

could not obtain water. I replied, "Yes, I will."

"The cord hurts it, you must take it off."

I fetched the kid of water, and untied the cord, and took away the

feathers, which had matted together with the flow of blood, and then I

washed the wound carefully. Looking into the wound, my desire of

information induced me to say, "What are these little white cords which

are cut through?"

"They are the sinews and tendons," replied he, "by which we are enabled

to move our hands and fingers; now these are cut through, I shall not

have the use of my hand again."

"Stop a moment," said I, rising up, "I have just thought of something."

I ran down to the point where the chest lay, took a shirt from the rock,

and brought it back with me, and tearing it into strips, I bandaged the

wound.

"Where did you get that linen?" said Jackson. I told him.

"And you got the knife there, too," said he, with a sigh. I replied in

the affirmative.

As soon as I had finished, he told me he was much easier, and said:

"I thank you."

"What is, I thank you?" replied I.

"It means that I am grateful for what you have done."

"And what is grateful?" inquired I again. "You never said those words

to me before."

"Alas, no," replied he, "it had been better if I had. I mean that I

feel kindly towards you, for having bound up my wound, and would do any

thing for you if I had the power. It means, that if I had my eyesight,

as I had a week ago, and was master, as I then was, that I would not

kick nor beat you, but be kind to you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," replied I, "I think I do; and if you tell me all I want to know,

I shall believe you."

"That I will as soon as I am well enough; but now I am too ill--you must

wait a day or two, till the fever has left me."

Satisfied with Jackson's promise, I tended him carefully, and washed and

dressed his wound for the two following days. He said that he felt

himself much better, and his language to me was so kind and

conciliatory, that I hardly knew what to make of it; but this is

certain, that it had a good effect upon me, and gradually the hatred and

ill-will that I bore to him wore off, and I found myself handling him

tenderly, and anxious not to give him more pain than was necessary, yet

without being aware that I was prompted by better feelings. It was on

the third morning that he said--

"I can talk to you now; what do you want to know?"

"I want to know the whole story of how we came to this island, who my

father and mother were, and why you said that you hated me and my name?"

"That," said Jackson, after a silence of a few minutes, "will take some

time. I could soon tell it you, if it were not for the last question,--

why I hated your name? But the history of your father is so mixed up

with mine, that I cannot well tell one without the other. I may as well

begin with my own history, and that will be telling you both."

"Then tell it me," replied I, "and do not tell me what is not true."

"No; I will tell you exactly what it was," replied Jackson; "you may as

well know it as not.--Your father and I were both born in England, which

you know is your country by birth, and you also know that the language

we talk is English."

"I did not know it. Tell me something about England before you say any

more."

I will not trouble the reader with Jackson's description of England, or

the many questions which I put to him. It was night-fall before he had

finished answering, and before I was satisfied with the information

imparted. I believe that he was very glad to hold his tongue, for he

complained of being tired, and I dressed his wound and wetted the

bandage with cold water for him before he went to sleep.

I can hardly describe to the reader the effect which this uninterrupted

flow of language had upon me; I was excited in a very strange way, and

for many nights after could not sleep for hours. I may say here, I did

not understand a great proportion of the meaning of the words used by

Jackson; but I gathered it from the context, as I could not always be

interrupting him.

It is astonishing how fast ideas breed ideas, and how a word, the

meaning of which I did not understand when it was first used, became by

repetition clear and intelligible; not that I always put the right

construction on it; but if I did not find it answer when used at another

time to my former interpretation of it, I would then ask and obtain an

explanation. This did not, however, occur very often. As for this

first night, I was positively almost drunk with words, and remained

nearly the whole of it arranging and fixing the new ideas that I had

acquired. My feelings towards Jackson also were changed--that is, I no

longer felt hatred or ill-will against him. These were swallowed up in

the pleasure which he had afforded me, and I looked upon him as a

treasure beyond all price,--not but that many old feelings towards him

returned at intervals, for they were not so easily disposed of; but

still I would not for the world have lost him until I had obtained from

him all possible knowledge; and if his wound did not look well when I

removed the bandage, I was much more distressed than he was. Indeed,

there was every prospect of our ultimately being friends, from our

mutual dependence on each other. It was useless on his part, in his

present destitute condition, to nourish feelings of animosity against

one on whose good offices he was now so wholly dependent, or on my part,

against one who was creating for me, I may say, new worlds for

imagination and thought to dwell on. On the following morning. Jackson

narrated in substance (as near as I can recollect) as follows:--

"I was not intended for a sailor. I was taught at a good school, and

when I was ten years old, I was put into a house of business as a clerk,

where I remained at the desk all day long, copying into ledgers and

day-books, in fact, writing what was required of me. This house was

connected with the South American trade."

"Where is South America?" said I.

"You had better let me tell my story," replied Jackson, "and after I

have done, you can ask any questions you like; but if you stop me, it

will take a week to finish it; yesterday we lost the whole day."

"That's very true," replied I, "then I will do so."

"There were two other clerks in the counting-house--the head clerk,

whose name was Manvers, and your father, who was in the counting-house

but a few months before me. Our master, whose name was Evelyn, was very

particular with both your father and myself, scanning our work daily,

and finding fault when we deserved it. This occasioned a rivalry

between us, which made us both very active, and I received praise quite

as often as he did. On Sunday, Mr Evelyn used to ask your father and

me to spend the day. We went to church in the forenoon and dined with

him. He had a daughter a little younger than we were. She was your

mother. Both of us, as we grew up, were very attentive to her, and

anxious to be in her good graces. I cannot say which was preferred at

first, but I rather think that if anything, I was the favourite during

the first two years of our being acquainted with her. I was more lively

and a better companion than your father, who was inclined to be grave

and thoughtful. We had been about four years in the counting-house,

when my mother died--my father had been dead some time before I went

into it--and at her death I found my share of her property to amount to

about 2,500 pounds. But I was not yet twenty-one years of age. I could

not receive it for another year. Mr Evelyn, who had till then every

reason to be satisfied with my conduct, used to joke with me, and say

that as soon as I was of age, he would allow me, if I chose it, to put

the money in the business, and thus obtain a small share in it--and such

was my intention, and I looked forward to bright prospects and the hope

of one day being married to your mother; and I have no doubt but such

would have been the case, had I still conducted myself properly. But,

before I was of age, I made some very bad acquaintances, and soon ran

into expenses which I could not afford, and the worst was, that I

contracted a habit of sitting up late at night, and drinking to excess,

which I never have since got over, which proved my ruin then, and has

proved my ruin through life. This little fortune of mine not only gave

me consequence, but was the cause of my thinking very highly of myself.

I now was more particular in my attentions to Miss Evelyn, and was

graciously received by her father; neither had I any reason to complain

of my treatment from the young lady. As for your father, he was quite

thrown into the back-ground. He had no property nor hope of any, except

what he might hereafter secure by his diligence and good conduct; and

the attention I received from Mr Evelyn, and also the head clerk, who

had an idea that I was to be a partner and consequently would become his

superior, made him very melancholy and unhappy, for I believe that then

he was quite as much in love with Miss Evelyn as I was myself; and I

must tell you, that my love for her was unbounded, and she well deserved

it. But all these happy prospects were overthrown by my own folly. As

soon as it was known that I had property left to me, I was surrounded by

many others who requested to be introduced to me, and my evenings were

passed in what I considered very good company, but which proved the very

reverse. By degrees I took to gambling, and after a time, lost more

money than I could afford to pay. This caused me to have recourse to a

Jew, who advanced me loans at a large interest to be repaid at my coming

of age. Trying to win back my money, I at last found myself indebted to

the Jew for the sum of nearly 1,000 pounds. The more that I became

involved, the more reckless I became. Mr Evelyn perceived that I kept

late hours, and looked haggard, as I well might; indeed, my position had

now become very awkward. Mr Evelyn knew well the sum that had been

left me, and how was I to account to him for the deficiency, if he

proposed that I should put it into the business? I should be ruined in

his opinion, and he never, I was convinced, would intrust the happiness

of his daughter to a young man who had been guilty of such

irregularities. At the same time, my love for her nearly amounted to

adoration. Never was there a more miserable being than I was for the

last six months previous to my coming of age; and to drown my misery I

plunged into every excess, and seldom, if ever, went to bed but in a

state of intoxication. Scheme after scheme did I propose to enable me

to conceal my fault; but I could hit upon nothing. The time approached;

I was within a few days of coming of age, when Mr Evelyn sent for me

and then spoke to me seriously, saying, that out of regard to the memory

of my father, with whom he had been very intimate, he was willing to

allow me to embark my little capital in the business, and that he hoped

that by my good conduct and application I might soon become a useful

partner. I stammered some reply, which surprised him; and he asked me

to be more explicit. I stated that I considered my capital too small to

be of much use in such a business as his, and that I preferred trying

some quick method of doubling it; that as soon as I had so done I would

accept his offer with gratitude. `As you please,' replied he coolly;

`but take care, that in risking all, you do not lose all. Of course,

you are your own master,' and so saying, he left me, apparently much

displeased and mortified. But circumstances occurred, which exposed the

whole affair. When in company with my evening companions, I stated my

intentions of trying my fortune in the East Indies, not seriously, but

talking at random. This came to the ears of the Jew of whom I had

borrowed the money; he thought that I intended to leave the kingdom,

without taking up my bonds, and immediately repaired to Mr Evelyn's

counting-house, to communicate with the head clerk, and ascertain if the

report was correct, stating also the sums I was indebted to him. The

head clerk informed Mr Evelyn, and on the day upon which I became

twenty-one years of age, he sent for me into his private room, and,

after some remonstrances, to which I replied very haughtily, it ended in

my being dismissed. The fact was, that Mr Evelyn had, since his last

interview with me, made inquiries, and finding out I had been living a

very riotous life, he had determined upon my leaving his service. As

soon as my first burst of indignation was over, I felt what I had lost;

my attachment to Miss Evelyn was stronger than ever, and I bitterly

deplored my folly; but after a time, as usual, I had recourse to the

bottle, and to drowning my cares in intemperance. I tried very hard to

obtain an interview with Miss Evelyn previous to my quitting the house,

but this Mr Evelyn would not permit, and a few days after, sent his

daughter away, to reside, for a time, with a relation in the country. I

embarked my capital in the wine-trade, and, could I have restrained

myself from drinking, should have been successful, and in a short time

might have doubled my property, as I stated to Mr Evelyn; but now I had

become an irreclaimable drunkard; and when that is the case, all hope is

over. My affairs soon became deranged, and, at the request of my

partner, they were wound up, and I found myself with my capital of 1,500

pounds reduced to 1,000 pounds. With this I resolved to try my fortune

in shipping; I procured a share in a brig, and sailed in her myself.

After a time, I was sufficiently expert to take the command of her, and

might have succeeded, had not my habit of drinking been so confirmed.

When at Ceylon, I fell sick, and was left behind. The brig was lost,

and as I had forgotten to insure my portion of her, I was ruined. I

struggled long, but in vain--intemperance was my curse, my bane, the

millstone at my neck, which dragged me down: I had education, talents,

and energy, and at one time, capital; but all were useless; and thus did

I sink down, from captain of a vessel to mate, from mate to second mate,

until I at last found myself a drunken sailor before the mast. Such is

my general history; to-morrow I will let you know how, and in what way,

your father and I met again, and what occurred, up to this present

time."

But I was too much bewildered and confused with what he had told me, to

allow him to proceed, as he proposed.

"No, no," replied I. "I now recollect all you have said, although I do

not understand. You must first answer my questions, as to the meaning

of words I never heard of before. I cannot understand what money is,

what gaming is, and a great many more things you have talked about, but

I recollect, and can repeat every word that you have said. To-morrow, I

will recall it all over, and you shall tell me what I cannot make out;

after that you can go on again."

"Very well," replied he, "I don't care how long it takes me to answer

your questions, for I am not very anxious to tell all about your father

and myself."

The Little Savage(#21551) · 第 9 / 72 题