TIGE’S NOSE BETTER THAN THE CAPTAIN’S SPY-GLASS.
No sooner had Captain Rhines received the letter, informing him of the
time at which they expected to set out, than he hurried home with it,
and then, getting into his boat, made sail for Elm Island, where his
information caused no little gratification. He had scarcely left the
shore on his errand, when Elizabeth made the discovery that there was
not a needle in the house fit to sew with, nor one grain of beeswax.
“You must go to the store, Elizabeth, and get some needles and wax,”
said her mother; “and tell Fred to send me half a yard of cloth from
the piece I looked at yesterday. I must finish John’s waistcoat before
he comes home.”
Thus Fred was made acquainted with the tidings, and through him Uncle
Isaac, Henry Griffin, and Joe.
“I do believe,” said Mrs. Rhines, “that Tige knows what is going on,
for every time John’s name is mentioned, he wags his tail, and seems
uneasy.”
“Knows!” replied the captain; “to be sure he does. Any fool of a dog
might know as much as that; and Tige has forgot more than most dogs
know. Here, Tige--go find John.”
The dog instantly ran to the door, and barked to be let out. After
making a tour of the premises, he came in, ran up to John’s bedroom,
and came down with one of his jackets in his mouth, and laid it at his
master’s feet.
“See that, and tell me he don’t know what we are talking about!”
Ever since Tige had saved little Fannie from drowning, she had been in
the habit of making him frequent visits, bringing with her something
she knew he would like to eat. Tige never returned the visits, for it
was not in accordance with his habits and principles ever to leave the
premises, except sent on an errand by his master, or with one of the
family; but he always received her with great cordiality. Fannie could
talk plain now. Ever since the promise to her from Captain Rhines, that
Tige never should be whipped, do what he would, she had entertained a
very high opinion of the captain, who loved dearly to play and romp
with her.
While Captain Rhines and his wife were conversing, Fannie came trudging
along, with gingerbread and meat in her basket for Tige.
“Good morning, my little woman! Have you come to see me, and have a
good frolic?”
“Fannie came to see Tige.”
“Then you think more of Tige than you do of me?”
“I love Tige.”
“That’s a fact.”
I’ve no doubt Tige by this time had his nose in Fannie’s basket.
“Captain Rhines, you know Tige loves babies.”
“Yes, my dear.”
“Don’t you know we have a little baby?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve come for Tige to go and see it.”
“What a comical little thing you are! Well, I suppose he must go. Then
you’re not going to stop and play with me?”
“No, sir; because Tige wants to see the baby.”
“He won’t go with her,” said Mrs. Rhines, “without some of us go with
him.”
“Yes, he will,” said the captain, “if I tell him to, and give him
something to carry.”
“Then you must give him something that he won’t eat, or she’ll give
every mite of it to him.”
Captain Rhines filled Fannie’s basket with apples, and put in some
flowers, and Mrs. Rhines gave her some cake to eat herself. Tige took
the basket in his mouth, and away they went; but Fannie gave him all
her cake before she got home.
She made out to get him into the house, where he licked the baby’s
face, and frightened it half to death, and then set out for home,
refusing the most urgent solicitations to stay to dinner.
Tige also had the promise of going over to Elm Island again, to see the
baby there.
The heart of Captain Rhines was bound up in John. Two days had now
passed since the time fixed in his mind for their arrival. He became
very uneasy. Every few moments he would catch the spy-glass, and run
out on the hill to look.
“Why, Captain Rhines,” said his wife, “I don’t think you need laugh any
more at us women for being nervous and fidgety when our friends are
away! I’m sure you beat us all. Old Aunt Nabby Rideout, of Marblehead,
that they say used to bank up her house with tea-grounds, never begun
with you! You can’t expect folks that are coming by water to come just
at the time they set. You must have patience.”
“Patience! I’ve had patience to kill.”
“Perhaps they’ve had a head wind, or calm.”
“No, they haven’t! I know how the winds have been. They’ve had as good
and steady a wind as ever blew--just the breeze for a boat.”
The next day after this conversation, the captain, after running in and
out half of the forenoon with the spy-glass in his hand, said, “Wife,
I won’t look any more till they come. I’m going to have patience; but
there’s Tige been laying all the morning before the door, with his
nostrils to the wind.”
He put the glass in the brackets, and taking up a book, began to read.
He had hardly commenced, when a tremendous roar, ending in a prolonged
howl, rang through the house.
“Heavens!” cried the captain; “why couldn’t I have seen them? I’ve been
looking with all the eyes I’ve got the whole morning;” and rushing to
the door, he caught a glimpse of Tige’s tail disappearing round the
corner of the wood-pile.
To his astonishment, there was no boat to be seen in the cove, nor in
the offing. Turning round to learn what had become of Tige, he espied
him going at full speed across the orchard, clearing logs and fences
at a leap, for the main road, emitting sharp, short barks as he ran,
and was soon lost to view around a point of thick woods. The captain
sat down on a log to see what would turn up next, and in a quarter of
an hour was joined by all the family.
“What do you suppose it means?” asked Mrs. Rhines.
“_Means?_ It means they are coming along the road. Tige has known it
since six o’clock this morning. I knew he did by his actions, and that
was what made me so patient.”
“Yes, you was very patient; but what has become of their boat?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps she has sprung a-leak, or they run on to some
reef and punched a hole in her. Here they come!” roared the captain,
as Tige’s voice was again heard. He was evidently returning, and the
barking sounded louder and louder. In a few minutes Tige appeared in
view around the point of woods.
He presented a comical appearance. He was coming sidewise, doubled all
up like a rainbow, or the colonel’s horse prancing at the head of the
regiment general-muster morning, caused by the effort to keep one
eye on the boys and the other on Captain Rhines and his company, and
progress at the same time.
These anxiously-expected ones came in sight, each with a pack on his
back. John also bore a gun on his shoulder, and Charlie a hatchet in
his hand.
“They have travelled all the way!” exclaimed Captain Rhines.
“What are we thinking about! Here it is, most noon, not a thing done
towards dinner, and these poor boys tired and half starved!” said Mrs.
Rhines.
This was the signal for a general stampede in the direction of the
house.
“I’ll get some dry wood, and have a fire in no time, wife.”
Then, with the combined efforts of these practised hands, a great
fire was roaring in the chimney, the teakettle boiling, the table in
the floor, and eggs frying by the time that Tige burst into the room,
followed by the boys.
“Why, John, how you’ve grown!” said Captain Rhines, twirling him round
on his heel; “and Charlie, too; I believe he has grown more than you
have. There was more chance for it. You was as big as a moose before.”
“I guess hard work agrees with both of you,” said Mrs. Rhines.
“It always did,” replied Charlie. “We’re the boys for that.”
“Yes,” added John, “none of the western boys can lay us on our backs,
either. Mother, do your hens lay well?”
“Yes; but what makes you ask that?”
“Because, if you think there’s eggs enough in that kettle, you’re very
much mistaken.”
“There’s half a bushel in the buttery,” said his father. “They’ll stay
your stomachs, and after dinner I’ll kill a fat wether I’ve got in the
barn.”
The captain could not well have given stronger evidence of hospitality
and glad welcome than by his resolve to kill a wether, that would
afford double the wool which could be sheared from an ordinary sheep,
as will be evident if we reflect a moment upon the state of affairs
at that period. Before the war of the revolution, when the British
government was imposing onerous taxes upon our fathers, prohibiting
American manufactures, and endeavoring to compel them to purchase
those of the mother country, they not only threw the tea overboard,
but in every way attempted to clothe themselves, that they might be
independent of Great Britain. In order to be provided with material
for cloth, the people of Massachusetts resolved to eat no lamb, and
not a butcher dared to offer any for sale. Bounties were offered for
wolves, flocks of sheep were increased by every possible means, great
quantities of flax were raised, and every household was transposed into
a manufactory, where wool and flax were carded, spun, and wove, and
colored with barks and roots found in the woods.
“Save your money, and save your country,” became a proverb.
After the war, and at the period of our tale, when the country was
oppressed with debt, and its infant manufactures were struggling for
existence, when Great Britain, while excluding us from her West India
ports, was deluging the country with her manufactures in order to
effectually crush our own, all true patriots, and the government to
the extent that lay in its power, strove to sustain the old spirit of
independence, and raise wool and flax. Captain Rhines very rarely, and
Uncle Isaac never, killed a lamb; but on this occasion the glad father
was willing to slaughter even a wether.
Evil kills the home-feeling; virtue deepens and strengthens it. The
fact that the presence of these boys added so much to the happiness of
home, and that they were so happy to get home, was a fine tribute both
to their heart and principles.