THE MASTER’S WANDERINGS.
_From the Memoirs of the Chevalier de Burke_.
. . . I left Ruthven (it’s hardly necessary to remark) with much
greater satisfaction than I had come to it; but whether I missed my way
in the deserts, or whether my companions failed me, I soon found myself
alone. This was a predicament very disagreeable; for I never understood
this horrid country or savage people, and the last stroke of the
Prince’s withdrawal had made us of the Irish more unpopular than ever.
I was reflecting on my poor chances, when I saw another horseman on the
hill, whom I supposed at first to have been a phantom, the news of his
death in the very front at Culloden being current in the army
generally. This was the Master of Ballantrae, my Lord Durrisdeer’s son,
a young nobleman of the rarest gallantry and parts, and equally
designed by nature to adorn a Court and to reap laurels in the field.
Our meeting was the more welcome to both, as he was one of the few
Scots who had used the Irish with consideration, and as he might now be
of very high utility in aiding my escape. Yet what founded our
particular friendship was a circumstance, by itself as romantic as any
fable of King Arthur.
This was on the second day of our flight, after we had slept one night
in the rain upon the inclination of a mountain. There was an Appin man,
Alan Black Stewart (or some such name, [2] but I have seen him since in
France) who chanced to be passing the same way, and had a jealousy of
my companion. Very uncivil expressions were exchanged; and Stewart
calls upon the Master to alight and have it out.
“Why, Mr. Stewart,” says the Master, “I think at the present time I
would prefer to run a race with you.” And with the word claps spurs to
his horse.
Stewart ran after us, a childish thing to do, for more than a mile; and
I could not help laughing, as I looked back at last and saw him on a
hill, holding his hand to his side, and nearly burst with running.
“But, all the same,” I could not help saying to my companion, “I would
let no man run after me for any such proper purpose, and not give him
his desire. It was a good jest, but it smells a trifle cowardly.”
He bent his brows at me. “I do pretty well,” says he, “when I saddle
myself with the most unpopular man in Scotland, and let that suffice
for courage.”
“O, bedad,” says I, “I could show you a more unpopular with the naked
eye. And if you like not my company, you can ‘saddle’ yourself on some
one else.”
“Colonel Burke,” says he, “do not let us quarrel; and, to that effect,
let me assure you I am the least patient man in the world.”
“I am as little patient as yourself,” said I. “I care not who knows
that.”
“At this rate,” says he, reining in, “we shall not go very far. And I
propose we do one of two things upon the instant: either quarrel and be
done; or make a sure bargain to bear everything at each other’s hands.”
“Like a pair of brothers?” said I.
“I said no such foolishness,” he replied. “I have a brother of my own,
and I think no more of him than of a colewort. But if we are to have
our noses rubbed together in this course of flight, let us each dare to
be ourselves like savages, and each swear that he will neither resent
nor deprecate the other. I am a pretty bad fellow at bottom, and I find
the pretence of virtues very irksome.”
“O, I am as bad as yourself,” said I. “There is no skim milk in Francis
Burke. But which is it to be? Fight or make friends?”
“Why,” says he, “I think it will be the best manner to spin a coin for
it.”
This proposition was too highly chivalrous not to take my fancy; and,
strange as it may seem of two well-born gentlemen of to-day, we span a
half-crown (like a pair of ancient paladins) whether we were to cut
each other’s throats or be sworn friends. A more romantic circumstance
can rarely have occurred; and it is one of those points in my memoirs,
by which we may see the old tales of Homer and the poets are equally
true to-day—at least, of the noble and genteel. The coin fell for
peace, and we shook hands upon our bargain. And then it was that my
companion explained to me his thought in running away from Mr. Stewart,
which was certainly worthy of his political intellect. The report of
his death, he said, was a great guard to him; Mr. Stewart having
recognised him, had become a danger; and he had taken the briefest road
to that gentleman’s silence. “For,” says he, “Alan Black is too vain a
man to narrate any such story of himself.”
Towards afternoon we came down to the shores of that loch for which we
were heading; and there was the ship, but newly come to anchor. She was
the _Sainte-Marie-des-Anges_, out of the port of Havre-de-Grace. The
Master, after we had signalled for a boat, asked me if I knew the
captain. I told him he was a countryman of mine, of the most
unblemished integrity, but, I was afraid, a rather timorous man.
“No matter,” says he. “For all that, he should certainly hear the
truth.”
I asked him if he meant about the battle? for if the captain once knew
the standard was down, he would certainly put to sea again at once.
“And even then!” said he; “the arms are now of no sort of utility.”
“My dear man,” said I, “who thinks of the arms? But, to be sure, we
must remember our friends. They will be close upon our heels, perhaps
the Prince himself, and if the ship be gone, a great number of valuable
lives may be imperilled.”
“The captain and the crew have lives also, if you come to that,” says
Ballantrae.
This I declared was but a quibble, and that I would not hear of the
captain being told; and then it was that Ballantrae made me a witty
answer, for the sake of which (and also because I have been blamed
myself in this business of the _Sainte-Marie-des-Anges_) I have related
the whole conversation as it passed.
“Frank,” says he, “remember our bargain. I must not object to your
holding your tongue, which I hereby even encourage you to do; but, by
the same terms, you are not to resent my telling.”
I could not help laughing at this; though I still forewarned him what
would come of it.
“The devil may come of it for what I care,” says the reckless fellow.
“I have always done exactly as I felt inclined.”
As is well known, my prediction came true. The captain had no sooner
heard the news than he cut his cable and to sea again; and before
morning broke, we were in the Great Minch.
The ship was very old; and the skipper, although the most honest of men
(and Irish too), was one of the least capable. The wind blew very
boisterous, and the sea raged extremely. All that day we had little
heart whether to eat or drink; went early to rest in some concern of
mind; and (as if to give us a lesson) in the night the wind chopped
suddenly into the north-east, and blew a hurricane. We were awaked by
the dreadful thunder of the tempest and the stamping of the mariners on
deck; so that I supposed our last hour was certainly come; and the
terror of my mind was increased out of all measure by Ballantrae, who
mocked at my devotions. It is in hours like these that a man of any
piety appears in his true light, and we find (what we are taught as
babes) the small trust that can be set in worldly friends. I would be
unworthy of my religion if I let this pass without particular remark.
For three days we lay in the dark in the cabin, and had but a biscuit
to nibble. On the fourth the wind fell, leaving the ship dismasted and
heaving on vast billows. The captain had not a guess of whither we were
blown; he was stark ignorant of his trade, and could do naught but
bless the Holy Virgin; a very good thing, too, but scarce the whole of
seamanship. It seemed, our one hope was to be picked up by another
vessel; and if that should prove to be an English ship, it might be no
great blessing to the Master and myself.
The fifth and sixth days we tossed there helpless. The seventh some
sail was got on her, but she was an unwieldy vessel at the best, and we
made little but leeway. All the time, indeed, we had been drifting to
the south and west, and during the tempest must have driven in that
direction with unheard-of violence. The ninth dawn was cold and black,
with a great sea running, and every mark of foul weather. In this
situation we were overjoyed to sight a small ship on the horizon, and
to perceive her go about and head for the _Sainte-Marie_. But our
gratification did not very long endure; for when she had laid to and
lowered a boat, it was immediately filled with disorderly fellows, who
sang and shouted as they pulled across to us, and swarmed in on our
deck with bare cutlasses, cursing loudly. Their leader was a horrible
villain, with his face blacked and his whiskers curled in ringlets;
Teach, his name; a most notorious pirate. He stamped about the deck,
raving and crying out that his name was Satan, and his ship was called
Hell. There was something about him like a wicked child or a
half-witted person, that daunted me beyond expression. I whispered in
the ear of Ballantrae that I would not be the last to volunteer, and
only prayed God they might be short of hands; he approved my purpose
with a nod.
“Bedad,” said I to Master Teach, “if you are Satan, here is a devil for
ye.”
The word pleased him; and (not to dwell upon these shocking incidents)
Ballantrae and I and two others were taken for recruits, while the
skipper and all the rest were cast into the sea by the method of
walking the plank. It was the first time I had seen this done; my heart
died within me at the spectacle; and Master Teach or one of his
acolytes (for my head was too much lost to be precise) remarked upon my
pale face in a very alarming manner. I had the strength to cut a step
or two of a jig, and cry out some ribaldry, which saved me for that
time; but my legs were like water when I must get down into the skiff
among these miscreants; and what with my horror of my company and fear
of the monstrous billows, it was all I could do to keep an Irish tongue
and break a jest or two as we were pulled aboard. By the blessing of
God, there was a fiddle in the pirate ship, which I had no sooner seen
than I fell upon; and in my quality of crowder I had the heavenly good
luck to get favour in their eyes. _Crowding Pat_ was the name they
dubbed me with; and it was little I cared for a name so long as my skin
was whole.
What kind of a pandemonium that vessel was, I cannot describe, but she
was commanded by a lunatic, and might be called a floating Bedlam.
Drinking, roaring, singing, quarrelling, dancing, they were never all
sober at one time; and there were days together when, if a squall had
supervened, it must have sent us to the bottom; or if a king’s ship had
come along, it would have found us quite helpless for defence. Once or
twice we sighted a sail, and, if we were sober enough, overhauled it,
God forgive us! and if we were all too drunk, she got away, and I would
bless the saints under my breath. Teach ruled, if you can call that
rule which brought no order, by the terror he created; and I observed
the man was very vain of his position. I have known marshals of
France—ay, and even Highland chieftains—that were less openly puffed
up; which throws a singular light on the pursuit of honour and glory.
Indeed, the longer we live, the more we perceive the sagacity of
Aristotle and the other old philosophers; and though I have all my life
been eager for legitimate distinctions, I can lay my hand upon my
heart, at the end of my career, and declare there is not one—no, nor
yet life itself—which is worth acquiring or preserving at the slightest
cost of dignity.
It was long before I got private speech of Ballantrae; but at length
one night we crept out upon the boltsprit, when the rest were better
employed, and commiserated our position.
“None can deliver us but the saints,” said I.
“My mind is very different,” said Ballantrae; “for I am going to
deliver myself. This Teach is the poorest creature possible; we make no
profit of him, and lie continually open to capture; and,” says he, “I
am not going to be a tarry pirate for nothing, nor yet to hang in
chains if I can help it.” And he told me what was in his mind to better
the state of the ship in the way of discipline, which would give us
safety for the present, and a sooner hope of deliverance when they
should have gained enough and should break up their company.
I confessed to him ingenuously that my nerve was quite shook amid these
horrible surroundings, and I durst scarce tell him to count upon me.
“I am not very easy frightened,” said he, “nor very easy beat.”
A few days after, there befell an accident which had nearly hanged us
all; and offers the most extraordinary picture of the folly that ruled
in our concerns. We were all pretty drunk: and some bedlamite spying a
sail, Teach put the ship about in chase without a glance, and we began
to bustle up the arms and boast of the horrors that should follow. I
observed Ballantrae stood quiet in the bows, looking under the shade of
his hand; but for my part, true to my policy among these savages, I was
at work with the busiest and passing Irish jests for their diversion.
“Run up the colours,” cries Teach. “Show the —s the Jolly Roger!”
It was the merest drunken braggadocio at such a stage, and might have
lost us a valuable prize; but I thought it no part of mine to reason,
and I ran up the black flag with my own hand.
Ballantrae steps presently aft with a smile upon his face.
“You may perhaps like to know, you drunken dog,” says he, “that you are
chasing a king’s ship.”
Teach roared him the lie; but he ran at the same time to the bulwarks,
and so did they all. I have never seen so many drunken men struck
suddenly sober. The cruiser had gone about, upon our impudent display
of colours; she was just then filling on the new tack; her ensign blew
out quite plain to see; and even as we stared, there came a puff of
smoke, and then a report, and a shot plunged in the waves a good way
short of us. Some ran to the ropes, and got the _Sarah_ round with an
incredible swiftness. One fellow fell on the rum barrel, which stood
broached upon the deck, and rolled it promptly overboard. On my part, I
made for the Jolly Roger, struck it, tossed it in the sea; and could
have flung myself after, so vexed was I with our mismanagement. As for
Teach, he grew as pale as death, and incontinently went down to his
cabin. Only twice he came on deck that afternoon; went to the taffrail;
took a long look at the king’s ship, which was still on the horizon
heading after us; and then, without speech, back to his cabin. You may
say he deserted us; and if it had not been for one very capable sailor
we had on board, and for the lightness of the airs that blew all day,
we must certainly have gone to the yard-arm.
It is to be supposed Teach was humiliated, and perhaps alarmed for his
position with the crew; and the way in which he set about regaining
what he had lost, was highly characteristic of the man. Early next day
we smelled him burning sulphur in his cabin and crying out of “Hell,
hell!” which was well understood among the crew, and filled their minds
with apprehension. Presently he comes on deck, a perfect figure of fun,
his face blacked, his hair and whiskers curled, his belt stuck full of
pistols; chewing bits of glass so that the blood ran down his chin, and
brandishing a dirk. I do not know if he had taken these manners from
the Indians of America, where he was a native; but such was his way,
and he would always thus announce that he was wound up to horrid deeds.
The first that came near him was the fellow who had sent the rum
overboard the day before; him he stabbed to the heart, damning him for
a mutineer; and then capered about the body, raving and swearing and
daring us to come on. It was the silliest exhibition; and yet dangerous
too, for the cowardly fellow was plainly working himself up to another
murder.
All of a sudden Ballantrae stepped forth. “Have done with this
play-acting,” says he. “Do you think to frighten us with making faces?
We saw nothing of you yesterday, when you were wanted; and we did well
without you, let me tell you that.”
There was a murmur and a movement in the crew, of pleasure and alarm, I
thought, in nearly equal parts. As for Teach, he gave a barbarous howl,
and swung his dirk to fling it, an art in which (like many seamen) he
was very expert.
“Knock that out of his hand!” says Ballantrae, so sudden and sharp that
my arm obeyed him before my mind had understood.
Teach stood like one stupid, never thinking on his pistols.
“Go down to your cabin,” cries Ballantrae, “and come on deck again when
you are sober. Do you think we are going to hang for you, you
black-faced, half-witted, drunken brute and butcher? Go down!” And he
stamped his foot at him with such a sudden smartness that Teach fairly
ran for it to the companion.
“And now, mates,” says Ballantrae, “a word with you. I don’t know if
you are gentlemen of fortune for the fun of the thing, but I am not. I
want to make money, and get ashore again, and spend it like a man. And
on one thing my mind is made up: I will not hang if I can help it.
Come: give me a hint; I’m only a beginner! Is there no way to get a
little discipline and common sense about this business?”
One of the men spoke up: he said by rights they should have a
quartermaster; and no sooner was the word out of his mouth than they
were all of that opinion. The thing went by acclamation, Ballantrae was
made quartermaster, the rum was put in his charge, laws were passed in
imitation of those of a pirate by the name of Roberts, and the last
proposal was to make an end of Teach. But Ballantrae was afraid of a
more efficient captain, who might be a counterweight to himself, and he
opposed this stoutly. Teach, he said, was good enough to board ships
and frighten fools with his blacked face and swearing; we could scarce
get a better man than Teach for that; and besides, as the man was now
disconsidered and as good as deposed, we might reduce his proportion of
the plunder. This carried it; Teach’s share was cut down to a mere
derision, being actually less than mine; and there remained only two
points: whether he would consent, and who was to announce to him this
resolution.
“Do not let that stick you,” says Ballantrae, “I will do that.”
And he stepped to the companion and down alone into the cabin to face
that drunken savage.
“This is the man for us,” cries one of the hands. “Three cheers for the
quartermaster!” which were given with a will, my own voice among the
loudest, and I dare say these plaudits had their effect on Master Teach
in the cabin, as we have seen of late days how shouting in the streets
may trouble even the minds of legislators.
What passed precisely was never known, though some of the heads of it
came to the surface later on; and we were all amazed, as well as
gratified, when Ballantrae came on deck with Teach upon his arm, and
announced that all had been consented.
I pass swiftly over those twelve or fifteen months in which we
continued to keep the sea in the North Atlantic, getting our food and
water from the ships we over-hauled, and doing on the whole a pretty
fortunate business. Sure, no one could wish to read anything so
ungenteel as the memoirs of a pirate, even an unwilling one like me!
Things went extremely better with our designs, and Ballantrae kept his
lead, to my admiration, from that day forth. I would be tempted to
suppose that a gentleman must everywhere be first, even aboard a rover:
but my birth is every whit as good as any Scottish lord’s, and I am not
ashamed to confess that I stayed Crowding Pat until the end, and was
not much better than the crew’s buffoon. Indeed, it was no scene to
bring out my merits. My health suffered from a variety of reasons; I
was more at home to the last on a horse’s back than a ship’s deck; and,
to be ingenuous, the fear of the sea was constantly in my mind,
battling with the fear of my companions. I need not cry myself up for
courage; I have done well on many fields under the eyes of famous
generals, and earned my late advancement by an act of the most
distinguished valour before many witnesses. But when we must proceed on
one of our abordages, the heart of Francis Burke was in his boots; the
little eggshell skiff in which we must set forth, the horrible heaving
of the vast billows, the height of the ship that we must scale, the
thought of how many might be there in garrison upon their legitimate
defence, the scowling heavens which (in that climate) so often looked
darkly down upon our exploits, and the mere crying of the wind in my
ears, were all considerations most unpalatable to my valour. Besides
which, as I was always a creature of the nicest sensibility, the scenes
that must follow on our success tempted me as little as the chances of
defeat. Twice we found women on board; and though I have seen towns
sacked, and of late days in France some very horrid public tumults,
there was something in the smallness of the numbers engaged, and the
bleak dangerous sea-surroundings, that made these acts of piracy far
the most revolting. I confess ingenuously I could never proceed unless
I was three parts drunk; it was the same even with the crew; Teach
himself was fit for no enterprise till he was full of rum; and it was
one of the most difficult parts of Ballantrae’s performance, to serve
us with liquor in the proper quantities. Even this he did to
admiration; being upon the whole the most capable man I ever met with,
and the one of the most natural genius. He did not even scrape favour
with the crew, as I did, by continual buffoonery made upon a very
anxious heart; but preserved on most occasions a great deal of gravity
and distance; so that he was like a parent among a family of young
children, or a schoolmaster with his boys. What made his part the
harder to perform, the men were most inveterate grumblers; Ballantrae’s
discipline, little as it was, was yet irksome to their love of licence;
and what was worse, being kept sober they had time to think. Some of
them accordingly would fall to repenting their abominable crimes; one
in particular, who was a good Catholic, and with whom I would sometimes
steal apart for prayer; above all in bad weather, fogs, lashing rain
and the like, when we would be the less observed; and I am sure no two
criminals in the cart have ever performed their devotions with more
anxious sincerity. But the rest, having no such grounds of hope, fell
to another pastime, that of computation. All day long they would be
telling up their shares or grooming over the result. I have said we
were pretty fortunate. But an observation fails to be made: that in
this world, in no business that I have tried, do the profits rise to a
man’s expectations. We found many ships and took many; yet few of them
contained much money, their goods were usually nothing to our
purpose—what did we want with a cargo of ploughs, or even of
tobacco?—and it is quite a painful reflection how many whole crews we
have made to walk the plank for no more than a stock of biscuit or an
anker or two of spirit.
In the meanwhile our ship was growing very foul, and it was high time
we should make for our _port de carrénage_, which was in the estuary of
a river among swamps. It was openly understood that we should then
break up and go and squander our proportions of the spoil; and this
made every man greedy of a little more, so that our decision was
delayed from day to day. What finally decided matters, was a trifling
accident, such as an ignorant person might suppose incidental to our
way of life. But here I must explain: on only one of all the ships we
boarded, the first on which we found women, did we meet with any
genuine resistance. On that occasion we had two men killed and several
injured, and if it had not been for the gallantry of Ballantrae we had
surely been beat back at last. Everywhere else the defence (where there
was any at all) was what the worst troops in Europe would have laughed
at; so that the most dangerous part of our employment was to clamber up
the side of the ship; and I have even known the poor souls on board to
cast us a line, so eager were they to volunteer instead of walking the
plank. This constant immunity had made our fellows very soft, so that I
understood how Teach had made so deep a mark upon their minds; for
indeed the company of that lunatic was the chief danger in our way of
life. The accident to which I have referred was this:—We had sighted a
little full-rigged ship very close under our board in a haze; she
sailed near as well as we did—I should be nearer truth if I said, near
as ill; and we cleared the bow-chaser to see if we could bring a spar
or two about their ears. The swell was exceeding great; the motion of
the ship beyond description; it was little wonder if our gunners should
fire thrice and be still quite broad of what they aimed at. But in the
meanwhile the chase had cleared a stern gun, the thickness of the air
concealing them; and being better marksmen, their first shot struck us
in the bows, knocked our two gunners into mince-meat, so that we were
all sprinkled with the blood, and plunged through the deck into the
forecastle, where we slept. Ballantrae would have held on; indeed,
there was nothing in this _contretemps_ to affect the mind of any
soldier; but he had a quick perception of the men’s wishes, and it was
plain this lucky shot had given them a sickener of their trade. In a
moment they were all of one mind: the chase was drawing away from us,
it was needless to hold on, the _Sarah_ was too foul to overhaul a
bottle, it was mere foolery to keep the sea with her; and on these
pretended grounds her head was incontinently put about and the course
laid for the river. It was strange to see what merriment fell on that
ship’s company, and how they stamped about the deck jesting, and each
computing what increase had come to his share by the death of the two
gunners.
We were nine days making our port, so light were the airs we had to
sail on, so foul the ship’s bottom; but early on the tenth, before
dawn, and in a light lifting haze, we passed the head. A little after,
the haze lifted, and fell again, showing us a cruiser very close. This
was a sore blow, happening so near our refuge. There was a great debate
of whether she had seen us, and if so whether it was likely they had
recognised the _Sarah_. We were very careful, by destroying every
member of those crews we overhauled, to leave no evidence as to our own
persons; but the appearance of the _Sarah_ herself we could not keep so
private; and above all of late, since she had been foul, and we had
pursued many ships without success, it was plain that her description
had been often published. I supposed this alert would have made us
separate upon the instant. But here again that original genius of
Ballantrae’s had a surprise in store for me. He and Teach (and it was
the most remarkable step of his success) had gone hand in hand since
the first day of his appointment. I often questioned him upon the fact,
and never got an answer but once, when he told me he and Teach had an
understanding “which would very much surprise the crew if they should
hear of it, and would surprise himself a good deal if it was carried
out.” Well, here again he and Teach were of a mind; and by their joint
procurement the anchor was no sooner down than the whole crew went off
upon a scene of drunkenness indescribable. By afternoon we were a mere
shipful of lunatical persons, throwing of things overboard, howling of
different songs at the same time, quarrelling and falling together, and
then forgetting our quarrels to embrace. Ballantrae had bidden me drink
nothing, and feign drunkenness, as I valued my life; and I have never
passed a day so wearisomely, lying the best part of the time upon the
forecastle and watching the swamps and thickets by which our little
basin was entirely surrounded for the eye. A little after dusk
Ballantrae stumbled up to my side, feigned to fall, with a drunken
laugh, and before he got his feet again, whispered me to “reel down
into the cabin and seem to fall asleep upon a locker, for there would
be need of me soon.” I did as I was told, and coming into the cabin,
where it was quite dark, let myself fall on the first locker. There was
a man there already; by the way he stirred and threw me off, I could
not think he was much in liquor; and yet when I had found another
place, he seemed to continue to sleep on. My heart now beat very hard,
for I saw some desperate matter was in act. Presently down came
Ballantrae, lit the lamp, looked about the cabin, nodded as if pleased,
and on deck again without a word. I peered out from between my fingers,
and saw there were three of us slumbering, or feigning to slumber, on
the lockers: myself, one Dutton and one Grady, both resolute men. On
deck the rest were got to a pitch of revelry quite beyond the bounds of
what is human; so that no reasonable name can describe the sounds they
were now making. I have heard many a drunken bout in my time, many on
board that very _Sarah_, but never anything the least like this, which
made me early suppose the liquor had been tampered with. It was a long
while before these yells and howls died out into a sort of miserable
moaning, and then to silence; and it seemed a long while after that
before Ballantrae came down again, this time with Teach upon his heels.
The latter cursed at the sight of us three upon the lockers.
“Tut,” says Ballantrae, “you might fire a pistol at their ears. You
know what stuff they have been swallowing.”
There was a hatch in the cabin floor, and under that the richest part
of the booty was stored against the day of division. It fastened with a
ring and three padlocks, the keys (for greater security) being divided;
one to Teach, one to Ballantrae, and one to the mate, a man called
Hammond. Yet I was amazed to see they were now all in the one hand; and
yet more amazed (still looking through my fingers) to observe
Ballantrae and Teach bring up several packets, four of them in all,
very carefully made up and with a loop for carriage.
“And now,” says Teach, “let us be going.”
“One word,” says Ballantrae. “I have discovered there is another man
besides yourself who knows a private path across the swamp; and it
seems it is shorter than yours.”
Teach cried out, in that case, they were undone.
“I do not know for that,” says Ballantrae. “For there are several other
circumstances with which I must acquaint you. First of all, there is no
bullet in your pistols, which (if you remember) I was kind enough to
load for both of us this morning. Secondly, as there is someone else
who knows a passage, you must think it highly improbable I should
saddle myself with a lunatic like you. Thirdly, these gentlemen (who
need no longer pretend to be asleep) are those of my party, and will
now proceed to gag and bind you to the mast; and when your men awaken
(if they ever do awake after the drugs we have mingled in their
liquor), I am sure they will be so obliging as to deliver you, and you
will have no difficulty, I daresay, to explain the business of the
keys.”
Not a word said Teach, but looked at us like a frightened baby as we
gagged and bound him.
“Now you see, you moon-calf,” says Ballantrae, “why we made four
packets. Heretofore you have been called Captain Teach, but I think you
are now rather Captain Learn.”
That was our last word on board the _Sarah_. We four, with our four
packets, lowered ourselves softly into a skiff, and left that ship
behind us as silent as the grave, only for the moaning of some of the
drunkards. There was a fog about breast-high on the waters; so that
Dutton, who knew the passage, must stand on his feet to direct our
rowing; and this, as it forced us to row gently, was the means of our
deliverance. We were yet but a little way from the ship, when it began
to come grey, and the birds to fly abroad upon the water. All of a
sudden Dutton clapped down upon his hams, and whispered us to be silent
for our lives, and hearken. Sure enough, we heard a little faint creak
of oars upon one hand, and then again, and further off, a creak of oars
upon the other. It was clear we had been sighted yesterday in the
morning; here were the cruiser’s boats to cut us out; here were we
defenceless in their very midst. Sure, never were poor souls more
perilously placed; and as we lay there on our oars, praying God the
mist might hold, the sweat poured from my brow. Presently we heard one
of the boats where we might have thrown a biscuit in her. “Softly,
men,” we heard an officer whisper; and I marvelled they could not hear
the drumming of my heart.
“Never mind the path,” says Ballantrae; “we must get shelter anyhow;
let us pull straight ahead for the sides of the basin.”
This we did with the most anxious precaution, rowing, as best we could,
upon our hands, and steering at a venture in the fog, which was (for
all that) our only safety. But Heaven guided us; we touched ground at a
thicket; scrambled ashore with our treasure; and having no other way of
concealment, and the mist beginning already to lighten, hove down the
skiff and let her sink. We were still but new under cover when the sun
rose; and at the same time, from the midst of the basin, a great
shouting of seamen sprang up, and we knew the _Sarah_ was being
boarded. I heard afterwards the officer that took her got great honour;
and it’s true the approach was creditably managed, but I think he had
an easy capture when he came to board. [3]
I was still blessing the saints for my escape, when I became aware we
were in trouble of another kind. We were here landed at random in a
vast and dangerous swamp; and how to come at the path was a concern of
doubt, fatigue, and peril. Dutton, indeed, was of opinion we should
wait until the ship was gone, and fish up the skiff; for any delay
would be more wise than to go blindly ahead in that morass. One went
back accordingly to the basin-side and (peering through the thicket)
saw the fog already quite drunk up, and English colours flying on the
_Sarah_, but no movement made to get her under way. Our situation was
now very doubtful. The swamp was an unhealthful place to linger in; we
had been so greedy to bring treasures that we had brought but little
food; it was highly desirable, besides, that we should get clear of the
neighbourhood and into the settlements before the news of the capture
went abroad; and against all these considerations, there was only the
peril of the passage on the other side. I think it not wonderful we
decided on the active part.
It was already blistering hot when we set forth to pass the marsh, or
rather to strike the path, by compass. Dutton took the compass, and one
or other of us three carried his proportion of the treasure. I promise
you he kept a sharp eye to his rear, for it was like the man’s soul
that he must trust us with. The thicket was as close as a bush; the
ground very treacherous, so that we often sank in the most terrifying
manner, and must go round about; the heat, besides, was stifling, the
air singularly heavy, and the stinging insects abounded in such myriads
that each of us walked under his own cloud. It has often been commented
on, how much better gentlemen of birth endure fatigue than persons of
the rabble; so that walking officers who must tramp in the dirt beside
their men, shame them by their constancy. This was well to be observed
in the present instance; for here were Ballantrae and I, two gentlemen
of the highest breeding, on the one hand; and on the other, Grady, a
common mariner, and a man nearly a giant in physical strength. The case
of Dutton is not in point, for I confess he did as well as any of us.
[4] But as for Grady, he began early to lament his case, tailed in the
rear, refused to carry Dutton’s packet when it came his turn, clamoured
continually for rum (of which we had too little), and at last even
threatened us from behind with a cocked pistol, unless we should allow
him rest. Ballantrae would have fought it out, I believe; but I
prevailed with him the other way; and we made a stop and ate a meal. It
seemed to benefit Grady little; he was in the rear again at once,
growling and bemoaning his lot; and at last, by some carelessness, not
having followed properly in our tracks, stumbled into a deep part of
the slough where it was mostly water, gave some very dreadful screams,
and before we could come to his aid had sunk along with his booty. His
fate, and above all these screams of his, appalled us to the soul; yet
it was on the whole a fortunate circumstance and the means of our
deliverance, for it moved Dutton to mount into a tree, whence he was
able to perceive and to show me, who had climbed after him, a high
piece of the wood, which was a landmark for the path. He went forward
the more carelessly, I must suppose; for presently we saw him sink a
little down, draw up his feet and sink again, and so twice. Then he
turned his face to us, pretty white.
“Lend a hand,” said he, “I am in a bad place.”
“I don’t know about that,” says Ballantrae, standing still.
Dutton broke out into the most violent oaths, sinking a little lower as
he did, so that the mud was nearly to his waist, and plucking a pistol
from his belt, “Help me,” he cries, “or die and be damned to you!”
“Nay,” says Ballantrae, “I did but jest. I am coming.” And he set down
his own packet and Dutton’s, which he was then carrying. “Do not
venture near till we see if you are needed,” said he to me, and went
forward alone to where the man was bogged. He was quiet now, though he
still held the pistol; and the marks of terror in his countenance were
very moving to behold.
“For the Lord’s sake,” says he, “look sharp.”
Ballantrae was now got close up. “Keep still,” says he, and seemed to
consider; and then, “Reach out both your hands!”
Dutton laid down his pistol, and so watery was the top surface that it
went clear out of sight; with an oath he stooped to snatch it; and as
he did so, Ballantrae leaned forth and stabbed him between the
shoulders. Up went his hands over his head—I know not whether with the
pain or to ward himself; and the next moment he doubled forward in the
mud.
Ballantrae was already over the ankles; but he plucked himself out, and
came back to me, where I stood with my knees smiting one another. “The
devil take you, Francis!” says he. “I believe you are a half-hearted
fellow, after all. I have only done justice on a pirate. And here we
are quite clear of the _Sarah_! Who shall now say that we have dipped
our hands in any irregularities?”
I assured him he did me injustice; but my sense of humanity was so much
affected by the horridness of the fact that I could scarce find breath
to answer with.
“Come,” said he, “you must be more resolved. The need for this fellow
ceased when he had shown you where the path ran; and you cannot deny I
would have been daft to let slip so fair an opportunity.”
I could not deny but he was right in principle; nor yet could I refrain
from shedding tears, of which I think no man of valour need have been
ashamed; and it was not until I had a share of the rum that I was able
to proceed. I repeat, I am far from ashamed of my generous emotion;
mercy is honourable in the warrior; and yet I cannot altogether censure
Ballantrae, whose step was really fortunate, as we struck the path
without further misadventure, and the same night, about sundown, came
to the edge of the morass.
We were too weary to seek far; on some dry sands, still warm with the
day’s sun, and close under a wood of pines, we lay down and were
instantly plunged in sleep.
We awaked the next morning very early, and began with a sullen spirit a
conversation that came near to end in blows. We were now cast on shore
in the southern provinces, thousands of miles from any French
settlement; a dreadful journey and a thousand perils lay in front of
us; and sure, if there was ever need for amity, it was in such an hour.
I must suppose that Ballantrae had suffered in his sense of what is
truly polite; indeed, and there is nothing strange in the idea, after
the sea-wolves we had consorted with so long; and as for myself, he
fubbed me off unhandsomely, and any gentleman would have resented his
behaviour.
I told him in what light I saw his conduct; he walked a little off, I
following to upbraid him; and at last he stopped me with his hand.
“Frank,” says he, “you know what we swore; and yet there is no oath
invented would induce me to swallow such expressions, if I did not
regard you with sincere affection. It is impossible you should doubt me
there: I have given proofs. Dutton I had to take, because he knew the
pass, and Grady because Dutton would not move without him; but what
call was there to carry you along? You are a perpetual danger to me
with your cursed Irish tongue. By rights you should now be in irons in
the cruiser. And you quarrel with me like a baby for some trinkets!”
I considered this one of the most unhandsome speeches ever made; and
indeed to this day I can scarce reconcile it to my notion of a
gentleman that was my friend. I retorted upon him with his Scotch
accent, of which he had not so much as some, but enough to be very
barbarous and disgusting, as I told him plainly; and the affair would
have gone to a great length, but for an alarming intervention.
We had got some way off upon the sand. The place where we had slept,
with the packets lying undone and the money scattered openly, was now
between us and the pines; and it was out of these the stranger must
have come. There he was at least, a great hulking fellow of the
country, with a broad axe on his shoulder, looking open-mouthed, now at
the treasure, which was just at his feet, and now at our disputation,
in which we had gone far enough to have weapons in our hands. We had no
sooner observed him than he found his legs and made off again among the
pines.
This was no scene to put our minds at rest: a couple of armed men in
sea-clothes found quarrelling over a treasure, not many miles from
where a pirate had been captured—here was enough to bring the whole
country about our ears. The quarrel was not even made up; it was
blotted from our minds; and we got our packets together in the
twinkling of an eye, and made off, running with the best will in the
world. But the trouble was, we did not know in what direction, and must
continually return upon our steps. Ballantrae had indeed collected what
he could from Dutton; but it’s hard to travel upon hearsay; and the
estuary, which spreads into a vast irregular harbour, turned us off
upon every side with a new stretch of water.
We were near beside ourselves, and already quite spent with running,
when, coming to the top of a dune, we saw we were again cut off by
another ramification of the bay. This was a creek, however, very
different from those that had arrested us before; being set in rocks,
and so precipitously deep that a small vessel was able to lie
alongside, made fast with a hawser; and her crew had laid a plank to
the shore. Here they had lighted a fire, and were sitting at their
meal. As for the vessel herself, she was one of those they build in the
Bermudas.
The love of gold and the great hatred that everybody has to pirates
were motives of the most influential, and would certainly raise the
country in our pursuit. Besides, it was now plain we were on some sort
of straggling peninsula, like the fingers of a hand; and the wrist, or
passage to the mainland, which we should have taken at the first, was
by this time not improbably secured. These considerations put us on a
bolder counsel. For as long as we dared, looking every moment to hear
sounds of the chase, we lay among some bushes on the top of the dune;
and having by this means secured a little breath and recomposed our
appearance, we strolled down at last, with a great affectation of
carelessness, to the party by the fire.
It was a trader and his negroes, belonging to Albany, in the province
of New York, and now on the way home from the Indies with a cargo; his
name I cannot recall. We were amazed to learn he had put in here from
terror of the _Sarah_; for we had no thought our exploits had been so
notorious. As soon as the Albanian heard she had been taken the day
before, he jumped to his feet, gave us a cup of spirits for our good
news, and sent big negroes to get sail on the Bermudan. On our side, we
profited by the dram to become more confidential, and at last offered
ourselves as passengers. He looked askance at our tarry clothes and
pistols, and replied civilly enough that he had scarce accommodation
for himself; nor could either our prayers or our offers of money, in
which we advanced pretty far, avail to shake him.
“I see, you think ill of us,” says Ballantrae, “but I will show you how
well we think of you by telling you the truth. We are Jacobite
fugitives, and there is a price upon our heads.”
At this, the Albanian was plainly moved a little. He asked us many
questions as to the Scotch war, which Ballantrae very patiently
answered. And then, with a wink, in a vulgar manner, “I guess you and
your Prince Charlie got more than you cared about,” said he.
“Bedad, and that we did,” said I. “And, my dear man, I wish you would
set a new example and give us just that much.”
This I said in the Irish way, about which there is allowed to be
something very engaging. It’s a remarkable thing, and a testimony to
the love with which our nation is regarded, that this address scarce
ever fails in a handsome fellow. I cannot tell how often I have seen a
private soldier escape the horse, or a beggar wheedle out a good alms
by a touch of the brogue. And, indeed, as soon as the Albanian had
laughed at me I was pretty much at rest. Even then, however, he made
many conditions, and—for one thing—took away our arms, before he
suffered us aboard; which was the signal to cast off; so that in a
moment after, we were gliding down the bay with a good breeze, and
blessing the name of God for our deliverance. Almost in the mouth of
the estuary, we passed the cruiser, and a little after the poor _Sarah_
with her prize crew; and these were both sights to make us tremble. The
Bermudan seemed a very safe place to be in, and our bold stroke to have
been fortunately played, when we were thus reminded of the case of our
companions. For all that, we had only exchanged traps, jumped out of
the frying-pan into the fire, ran from the yard-arm to the block, and
escaped the open hostility of the man-of-war to lie at the mercy of the
doubtful faith of our Albanian merchant.
From many circumstances, it chanced we were safer than we could have
dared to hope. The town of Albany was at that time much concerned in
contraband trade across the desert with the Indians and the French.
This, as it was highly illegal, relaxed their loyalty, and as it
brought them in relation with the politest people on the earth, divided
even their sympathies. In short, they were like all the smugglers in
the world, spies and agents ready-made for either party. Our Albanian,
besides, was a very honest man indeed, and very greedy; and, to crown
our luck, he conceived a great delight in our society. Before we had
reached the town of New York we had come to a full agreement, that he
should carry us as far as Albany upon his ship, and thence put us on a
way to pass the boundaries and join the French. For all this we were to
pay at a high rate; but beggars cannot be choosers, nor outlaws
bargainers.
We sailed, then, up the Hudson River, which, I protest, is a very fine
stream, and put up at the “King’s Arms” in Albany. The town was full of
the militia of the province, breathing slaughter against the French.
Governor Clinton was there himself, a very busy man, and, by what I
could learn, very near distracted by the factiousness of his Assembly.
The Indians on both sides were on the war-path; we saw parties of them
bringing in prisoners and (what was much worse) scalps, both male and
female, for which they were paid at a fixed rate; and I assure you the
sight was not encouraging. Altogether, we could scarce have come at a
period more unsuitable for our designs; our position in the chief inn
was dreadfully conspicuous; our Albanian fubbed us off with a thousand
delays, and seemed upon the point of a retreat from his engagements;
nothing but peril appeared to environ the poor fugitives, and for some
time we drowned our concern in a very irregular course of living.
This, too, proved to be fortunate; and it’s one of the remarks that
fall to be made upon our escape, how providentially our steps were
conducted to the very end. What a humiliation to the dignity of man! My
philosophy, the extraordinary genius of Ballantrae, our valour, in
which I grant that we were equal—all these might have proved
insufficient without the Divine blessing on our efforts. And how true
it is, as the Church tells us, that the Truths of Religion are, after
all, quite applicable even to daily affairs! At least, it was in the
course of our revelry that we made the acquaintance of a spirited youth
by the name of Chew. He was one of the most daring of the Indian
traders, very well acquainted with the secret paths of the wilderness,
needy, dissolute, and, by a last good fortune, in some disgrace with
his family. Him we persuaded to come to our relief; he privately
provided what was needful for our flight, and one day we slipped out of
Albany, without a word to our former friend, and embarked, a little
above, in a canoe.
To the toils and perils of this journey, it would require a pen more
elegant than mine to do full justice. The reader must conceive for
himself the dreadful wilderness which we had now to thread; its
thickets, swamps, precipitous rocks, impetuous rivers, and amazing
waterfalls. Among these barbarous scenes we must toil all day, now
paddling, now carrying our canoe upon our shoulders; and at night we
slept about a fire, surrounded by the howling of wolves and other
savage animals. It was our design to mount the headwaters of the
Hudson, to the neighbourhood of Crown Point, where the French had a
strong place in the woods, upon Lake Champlain. But to have done this
directly were too perilous; and it was accordingly gone upon by such a
labyrinth of rivers, lakes, and portages as makes my head giddy to
remember. These paths were in ordinary times entirely desert; but the
country was now up, the tribes on the war-path, the woods full of
Indian scouts. Again and again we came upon these parties when we least
expected them; and one day, in particular, I shall never forget, how,
as dawn was coming in, we were suddenly surrounded by five or six of
these painted devils, uttering a very dreary sort of cry, and
brandishing their hatchets. It passed off harmlessly, indeed, as did
the rest of our encounters; for Chew was well known and highly valued
among the different tribes. Indeed, he was a very gallant, respectable
young man; but even with the advantage of his companionship, you must
not think these meetings were without sensible peril. To prove
friendship on our part, it was needful to draw upon our stock of
rum—indeed, under whatever disguise, that is the true business of the
Indian trader, to keep a travelling public-house in the forest; and
when once the braves had got their bottle of _scaura_ (as they call
this beastly liquor), it behoved us to set forth and paddle for our
scalps. Once they were a little drunk, goodbye to any sense or decency;
they had but the one thought, to get more _scaura_. They might easily
take it in their heads to give us chase, and had we been overtaken, I
had never written these memoirs.
We were come to the most critical portion of our course, where we might
equally expect to fall into the hands of French or English, when a
terrible calamity befell us. Chew was taken suddenly sick with symptoms
like those of poison, and in the course of a few hours expired in the
bottom of the canoe. We thus lost at once our guide, our interpreter,
our boatman, and our passport, for he was all these in one; and found
ourselves reduced, at a blow, to the most desperate and irremediable
distress. Chew, who took a great pride in his knowledge, had indeed
often lectured us on the geography; and Ballantrae, I believe, would
listen. But for my part I have always found such information highly
tedious; and beyond the fact that we were now in the country of the
Adirondack Indians, and not so distant from our destination, could we
but have found the way, I was entirely ignorant. The wisdom of my
course was soon the more apparent; for with all his pains, Ballantrae
was no further advanced than myself. He knew we must continue to go up
one stream; then, by way of a portage, down another; and then up a
third. But you are to consider, in a mountain country, how many streams
come rolling in from every hand. And how is a gentleman, who is a
perfect stranger in that part of the world, to tell any one of them
from any other? Nor was this our only trouble. We were great novices,
besides, in handling a canoe; the portages were almost beyond our
strength, so that I have seen us sit down in despair for half an hour
at a time without one word; and the appearance of a single Indian,
since we had now no means of speaking to them, would have been in all
probability the means of our destruction. There is altogether some
excuse if Ballantrae showed something of a grooming disposition; his
habit of imputing blame to others, quite as capable as himself, was
less tolerable, and his language it was not always easy to accept.
Indeed, he had contracted on board the pirate ship a manner of address
which was in a high degree unusual between gentlemen; and now, when you
might say he was in a fever, it increased upon him hugely.
The third day of these wanderings, as we were carrying the canoe upon a
rocky portage, she fell, and was entirely bilged. The portage was
between two lakes, both pretty extensive; the track, such as it was,
opened at both ends upon the water, and on both hands was enclosed by
the unbroken woods; and the sides of the lakes were quite impassable
with bog: so that we beheld ourselves not only condemned to go without
our boat and the greater part of our provisions, but to plunge at once
into impenetrable thickets and to desert what little guidance we still
had—the course of the river. Each stuck his pistols in his belt,
shouldered an axe, made a pack of his treasure and as much food as he
could stagger under; and deserting the rest of our possessions, even to
our swords, which would have much embarrassed us among the woods, we
set forth on this deplorable adventure. The labours of Hercules, so
finely described by Homer, were a trifle to what we now underwent. Some
parts of the forest were perfectly dense down to the ground, so that we
must cut our way like mites in a cheese. In some the bottom was full of
deep swamp, and the whole wood entirely rotten. I have leaped on a
great fallen log and sunk to the knees in touchwood; I have sought to
stay myself, in falling, against what looked to be a solid trunk, and
the whole thing has whiffed away at my touch like a sheet of paper.
Stumbling, falling, bogging to the knees, hewing our way, our eyes
almost put out with twigs and branches, our clothes plucked from our
bodies, we laboured all day, and it is doubtful if we made two miles.
What was worse, as we could rarely get a view of the country, and were
perpetually justled from our path by obstacles, it was impossible even
to have a guess in what direction we were moving.
A little before sundown, in an open place with a stream, and set about
with barbarous mountains, Ballantrae threw down his pack. “I will go no
further,” said he, and bade me light the fire, damning my blood in
terms not proper for a chairman.
I told him to try to forget he had ever been a pirate, and to remember
he had been a gentleman.
“Are you mad?” he cried. “Don’t cross me here!” And then, shaking his
fist at the hills, “To think,” cries he, “that I must leave my bones in
this miserable wilderness! Would God I had died upon the scaffold like
a gentleman!” This he said ranting like an actor; and then sat biting
his fingers and staring on the ground, a most unchristian object.
I took a certain horror of the man, for I thought a soldier and a
gentleman should confront his end with more philosophy. I made him no
reply, therefore, in words; and presently the evening fell so chill
that I was glad, for my own sake, to kindle a fire. And yet God knows,
in such an open spot, and the country alive with savages, the act was
little short of lunacy. Ballantrae seemed never to observe me; but at
last, as I was about parching a little corn, he looked up.
“Have you ever a brother?” said be.
“By the blessing of Heaven,” said I, “not less than five.”
“I have the one,” said he, with a strange voice; and then presently,
“He shall pay me for all this,” he added. And when I asked him what was
his brother’s part in our distress, “What!” he cried, “he sits in my
place, he bears my name, he courts my wife; and I am here alone with a
damned Irishman in this tooth-chattering desert! Oh, I have been a
common gull!” he cried.
The explosion was in all ways so foreign to my friend’s nature that I
was daunted out of all my just susceptibility. Sure, an offensive
expression, however vivacious, appears a wonderfully small affair in
circumstances so extreme! But here there is a strange thing to be
noted. He had only once before referred to the lady with whom he was
contracted. That was when we came in view of the town of New York, when
he had told me, if all had their rights, he was now in sight of his own
property, for Miss Graeme enjoyed a large estate in the province. And
this was certainly a natural occasion; but now here she was named a
second time; and what is surely fit to be observed, in this very month,
which was November, ’47, and _I believe upon that very day as we sat
among these barbarous mountains_, his brother and Miss Graeme were
married. I am the least superstitious of men; but the hand of
Providence is here displayed too openly not to be remarked. [5]
The next day, and the next, were passed in similar labours; Ballantrae
often deciding on our course by the spinning of a coin; and once, when
I expostulated on this childishness, he had an odd remark that I have
never forgotten. “I know no better way,” said he, “to express my scorn
of human reason.” I think it was the third day that we found the body
of a Christian, scalped and most abominably mangled, and lying in a
pudder of his blood; the birds of the desert screaming over him, as
thick as flies. I cannot describe how dreadfully this sight affected
us; but it robbed me of all strength and all hope for this world. The
same day, and only a little after, we were scrambling over a part of
the forest that had been burned, when Ballantrae, who was a little
ahead, ducked suddenly behind a fallen trunk. I joined him in this
shelter, whence we could look abroad without being seen ourselves; and
in the bottom of the next vale, beheld a large war party of the savages
going by across our line. There might be the value of a weak battalion
present; all naked to the waist, blacked with grease and soot, and
painted with white lead and vermilion, according to their beastly
habits. They went one behind another like a string of geese, and at a
quickish trot; so that they took but a little while to rattle by, and
disappear again among the woods. Yet I suppose we endured a greater
agony of hesitation and suspense in these few minutes than goes usually
to a man’s whole life. Whether they were French or English Indians,
whether they desired scalps or prisoners, whether we should declare
ourselves upon the chance, or lie quiet and continue the heart-breaking
business of our journey: sure, I think these were questions to have
puzzled the brains of Aristotle himself. Ballantrae turned to me with a
face all wrinkled up and his teeth showing in his mouth, like what I
have read of people starving; he said no word, but his whole appearance
was a kind of dreadful question.
“They may be of the English side,” I whispered; “and think! the best we
could then hope, is to begin this over again.”
“I know—I know,” he said. “Yet it must come to a plunge at last.” And
he suddenly plucked out his coin, shook it in his closed hands, looked
at it, and then lay down with his face in the dust.
_Addition by Mr. Mackellar_.—I drop the Chevalier’s narration at this
point because the couple quarrelled and separated the same day; and the
Chevalier’s account of the quarrel seems to me (I must confess) quite
incompatible with the nature of either of the men. Henceforth they
wandered alone, undergoing extraordinary sufferings; until first one
and then the other was picked up by a party from Fort St. Frederick.
Only two things are to be noted. And first (as most important for my
purpose) that the Master, in the course of his miseries buried his
treasure, at a point never since discovered, but of which he took a
drawing in his own blood on the lining of his hat. And second, that on
his coming thus penniless to the Fort, he was welcomed like a brother
by the Chevalier, who thence paid his way to France. The simplicity of
Mr. Burke’s character leads him at this point to praise the Master
exceedingly; to an eye more worldly wise, it would seem it was the
Chevalier alone that was to be commended. I have the more pleasure in
pointing to this really very noble trait of my esteemed correspondent,
as I fear I may have wounded him immediately before. I have refrained
from comments on any of his extraordinary and (in my eyes) immoral
opinions, for I know him to be jealous of respect. But his version of
the quarrel is really more than I can reproduce; for I knew the Master
myself, and a man more insusceptible of fear is not conceivable. I
regret this oversight of the Chevalier’s, and all the more because the
tenor of his narrative (set aside a few flourishes) strikes me as
highly ingenuous.