saidBell,shakingherhead。'ShallIgotakeitoff,andputonmyshawl?'askedSylvia,alittledolefully。'Na,na,comealong!a'mnoanegoin'fort'waito'women'schopsandchanges。
Comealong;come,Lassie!'(thislasttohisdog)。SoSylviasetoffwithadancingheartandadancingstep,thathadtoberestrainedtothesobergaitherfatherchose。Theskyabovewasbrightandclearwiththelightofathousandstars,thegrasswascrispingundertheirfeetwiththecominghoarfrost;andastheymountedtothehighergroundtheycouldseethedarkseastretchingawayfarbelowthem。Thenightwasverystill,thoughnowandthencrispsoundsinthedistantairsoundedverynearinthesilence。Sylviacarriedthebasket,andlookedlikelittleRedRidingHood。Herfatherhadnothingtosay,anddidnotcaretomakehimselfagreeable;butSylviaenjoyedherownthoughts,andanyconversationwouldhavebeenadisturbancetoher。Thelongmonotonousrollofthedistantwaves,asthetideborethemin,themultitudinousrushatlast,andthentheretreatingrattleandtrickle,asthebaffledwatersfellbackovertheshinglethatskirtedthesands,anddividedthemfromthecliffs;herfather'smeasuredtread,andslow,evenmovement;
Lassie'spattering——alllulledSylviaintoareverie,ofwhichshecouldnothavegivenherselfanydefiniteaccount。ButatlengththeyarrivedatMossBrow,andwithasuddensighshequittedthesubjectsofherdreamymeditations,andfollowedherfatherintothegreathouse—place。Ithadamorecomfortableaspectbynightthanbyday。Thefirewasalwayskeptuptoawastefulsize,andthedancingblaze。andthepartiallightofcandlesleftmuchinshadowthatwasbestignoredinsuchadisorderlyfamily。Buttherewasalwaysawarmwelcometofriends,howeverroughlygiven;andafterthewordsofthiswerespoken,thenextroseupequallynaturallyinthemindofMrsCorney。'Andwhatwillyetak'?Eh!butt'measter'llbefineandvexedatyourcomin'whenhe'saway。He'sofftoHorncastlet'sellsomecolts,andhe'llnotbebacktillto—morrow'sneet。Buthere'sCharleyKinraidaswe'vegettentonurseupabit,and't'lads'llbebackfra'Monkshaveninacracko'notime。'AllthiswasaddressedtoDaniel,towhomsheknewthatnonebutmasculinecompanywouldbeacceptable。Amongstuneducatedpeople——whoserangeofsubjectsandinterestdonotextendbeyondtheirdailylife——itisnaturalthatwhenthefirstblushandhurryofyouthisover,thereshouldbenogreatpleasureintheconversationoftheothersex。Menhaveplentytosaytomen,whichintheirestimation(gainedfromtraditionandexperience)
womencannotunderstand;andfarmersofamuchlaterdatethantheoneofwhichIamwriting,wouldhavecontemptuouslyconsidereditasalossoftimetotalktowomen;indeed,theywereoftenmorecommunicativetothesheep—dogthataccompaniedthemthroughalltheday'swork,andfrequentlybecameasortofdumbconfidant。FarmerRobson'sLassienowlaydownathermaster'sfeet,placedhernosebetweenherpaws,andwatchedwithattentiveeyesthepreparationsgoingonforrefreshments——preparationswhich,tothedisappointmentofhercanineheart,consistedentirelyoftumblersandsugar。'Where'st'wench?'saidRobson,afterhehadshakenhandswithKinraid,andspokenafewwordstohimandtoMrsCorney。'She'sgetten'abasketwi'sausagesin'em,asmymissushasmade,andshe'sararehandatsausages;
there'snoanelikeherina't'threeRidings,I'llbebound!'ForDanielcouldpraisehiswife'spowersinherabsence,thoughhedidnotoftenexpresshimselfinanappreciativemannerwhenshewasbytohear。ButSylvia'squicksensecaughtupthemannerinwhichMrsCorneywouldapplythewayinwhichhermother'shousewiferyhadbeenexalted,andsteppingforwardsoutoftheshadow,shesaid,——'Motherthought,maybe,youhadn'tkilledapigyet,andsausagesisalwaysabitsavouryforanyonewhoisna'well,and————'ShemighthavegoneonbutthatshecaughtKinraid'seyeslookingatherwithkindlyadmiration。Shestoppedspeaking,andMrsCorneytookuptheword——'Asforsausages,Iha'niverhadachancethisyear,elseIstandagainanyonefort'makingof'em。Yorkshirehams'savastthoughton,andI'llniverletanothercountywomansayasshecanmakebettersausagesnorme。But,asI'msaying,I'dniverachance;forourpig,asIweresofondon,andfedmysel',andaswouldha'beenfourteenstonebynowifhewereanounce,andasknewmeaswellasanyChristian,andapig,asImaysay,thatIjustidolized,wentandtookafitaweekafterMichaelmasDay,anddied,asifithadbeentospiteme;andt'nextisna'readyforkilling,norwunnotbethissixweek。SoI'mmuchbeholdentoyourmissus,andso'sCharley,I'msure;thoughhe'sta'enaturntobetterin'
sin'hecameoutheretobenursed。''I'madealbetter,'saidKinraid;'a'mostreadyfort'press—gangtogivechasetoagain。''Butfolksaythey'regoneoffthiscoastforonewhile,'addedDaniel。'They'regonedowntowardsHull,asI'vebeentold,'saidKinraid。'Butthey'readeepset,they'llbeherebeforeweknowwhereweare,someofthesedays。''Seetheehere!'saidDaniel,exhibitinghismaimedhand;'areckonaserved'emouttimeo't'Amerikywar。'AndhebeganthestorySylviaknewsowell;forherfathernevermadeanewacquaintancebutwhathetoldhimofhisself—mutilationtoescapethepress—gang。Ithadbeendone,ashewouldhimselfhaveowned,tospitehimselfaswellasthem;forithadobligedhimtoleaveasea—life,towhich,incomparison,alllifespentonshorewasworsethannothingfordulness。ForRobsonhadneverreachedthatrankaboardshipwhichmadehisbeingunabletorunuptherigging,ortothrowaharpoon,ortofireoffagun,ofnogreatconsequence;sohehadtobethankfulthatanopportunelegacyenabledhimtoturnfarmer,agreatdegradationinhisopinion。Buthisbloodwarmed,ashetoldthespecksioneertowardsasailor,andhepressedKinraidtobeguilethetimewhenhewascompelledtobeashore,bycomingovertoseehimatHaytersbank,wheneverhefeltinclined。Sylvia,appearingtolistentoMolly'sconfidences,washearkeninginrealitytoallthisconversationbetweenherfatherandthespecksioneer;andatthisinvitationshebecameespeciallyattentive。Kinraidreplied,——'I'mmuchobligedtoye,I'msure;maybeIcancomeandspendanev'ningwi'you;butassoonasI'mgotroundabit,ImustgoseemyownpeopleasliveatCullercoatsnearNewcastle—upo'—Tyne。''Well,well!'saidDaniel,risingtotakeleave,withunusualprudenceastotheamountofhisdrink。'Thou'ltsee,thou'ltsee!Ishallbemaingladtoseethee;ifthou'ltcome。ButI'vena'ladstokeeptheecompany,onlyonesprigofawench。Sylvia,comehere,anlet'sshowtheetothisyoungfellow!'Sylviacameforwards,ruddyasanyrose,andinamomentKinraidrecognizedherastheprettylittlegirlhehadseencryingsobitterlyoverDarley'sgrave。Heroseupoutoftruesailor'sgallantry,assheshylyapproachedandstoodbyherfather'sside,scarcelydaringtolifthergreatsofteyes,tohaveonefairgazeathisface。Hehadtosupporthimselfbyonehandrestedonthedresser,butshesawhewaslookingfarbetter——younger,lesshaggard——thanhehadseemedtoherbefore。Hisfacewasshortandexpressive;hiscomplexionhadbeenweatherbeatenandbronzed,thoughnowhelookedsopale;hiseyesandhairweredark,——theformerquick,deep—set,andpenetrating;thelattercurly,andalmostinringlets。Histeethgleamedwhiteashesmiledather,apleasantfriendlysmileofrecognition;butsheonlyblushedthedeeper,andhungherhead。'I'llcome,sir,andbethankful。Idaresayaturn'lldomegood,iftheweatherholdsup,an'th'frostkeepson。''That'sright,mylad,'saidRobson,shakinghimbythehand,andthenKinraid'shandwasheldouttoSylvia,andshecouldnotavoidthesamefriendlyaction。MollyCorneyfollowedhertothedoor,andwhentheywerefairlyoutside,sheheldSylviabackforaninstanttosay,——'Isna'heafinelikelyman?I'msogladasyo'veseenhim,forhe'stobeoffnextweektoNewcastleandthatneighbourhood。''Buthesaidhe'dcometoussomenight?'askedSylvia,halfinafright。'Ay,I'llseeashedoes;neverfear。ForIshouldlikeyo'fortoknowhimabit。He'sararetalker。I'llmindhimo'comingtoyo'。'Somehow,SylviafeltasifthisrepeatedpromiseofremindingKinraidofhispromisetocomeandseeherfathertookawaypartofthepleasureshehadanticipatedfromhisvisit。YetwhatcouldbemorenaturalthanthatMollyCorneyshouldwishherfriendtobeacquaintedwiththemanwhomSylviabelievedtobeallbutMolly'sengagedlover?Ponderingthesethoughts,thewalkhomewasassilentasthatgoingtoMossBrowhadbeen。Theonlychangeseemedtobethatnowtheyfacedthebrilliantnorthernlightsflashingupthesky,andthateitherthisappearanceorsomeofthewhalingnarrationsofKinraidhadstirredupDanielRobson'srecollectionsofaseaditty,whichhekeptsingingtohimselfinalow,unmusicalvoice,theburdenofwhichwas,'forIlovesthetossin'say!'
Bellmetthematthedoor。'Well,andhereyeareathomeagain!andPhiliphasbeen,Sylvie,togivetheethycipheringlesson;andhestayedawhile,thinkingthou'dbecomingback。''I'mverysorry,'saidSylvia,moreoutofdeferencetohermother'stoneofannoyance,thanbecausesheherselfcaredeitherforherlessonorhercousin'sdisappointment。'He'llcomeagainto—morrownight,hesays。Butthoumusttakecare,andmindthenightshesayshe'llcome,forit'salongwaytocomefornought。'Sylviamighthaverepeatedher'I'mverysorry'atthisannouncementofPhilip'sintentions;butsherestrainedher—self,inwardlyandferventlyhopingthatMollywouldnoturgethefulfilmentofthespecksioneer'spromiseforto—morrownight,forPhilip'sbeingtherewouldspoilall;andbesides,ifshesateatthedresseratherlesson,andKinraidatthetablewithherfather,hemighthearall,andfindoutwhatadunceshewas。Sheneednothavebeenafraid。WiththenextnightHepburncame;andKinraiddidnot。Afterafewwordstohermother,Philipproducedthecandleshehadpromised,andsomebooksandaquillortwo。'Whatforhastthoubroughtcandles?'askedBell,inahalf—affrontedtone。Hepburnsmiled。'Sylviathoughtitwouldtakeadealofcandle—light,andwasformakingitintoareasonnottolearn。Ishouldha'usedt'candlesifI'dstayedathome;soIjustbroughtthemwi'me。''Thenthoumay'stjusttakethembackagain,'saidBell,shortly,blowingoutthatwhichhehadlighted,andplacingoneofherownonthedresserinstead。Sylviacaughthermother'slookofdispleasure,anditmadeherdocilefortheevening,althoughsheowedhercousinagrudgeforherenforcedgoodbehaviour。'Now,Sylvia,here'sacopy—bookwi't'Towero'Londononit,andwe'llfillitwi'asprettywritingasanyint'NorthRiding。'Sylviasatequitestill,unenlivenedbythisprospect。'Here'sapenas'llnearlywriteofitsel','continuedPhilip,stilltryingtocoaxherouthersullennessofmanner。Thenhearrangedherintherightposition。'Don'tlayyourheaddownonyourleftarm,you'llne'erseetowritestraight。'Theattitudewaschanged,butnotawordwasspoken。Philipbegantogrowangryatsuchdetermineddumbness。'Areyoutired?'askedhe,withastrangemixtureofcrossnessandtenderness。'Yes,very,'washerreply。'Butthouought'stnottobetired,'saidBell,whohadnotyetgotovertheoffencetoherhospitality;who,moreover,likedhernephew,andhad,toboot,agreatrespectforthelearningshehadneveracquired。'Mother!'saidSylvia,burstingout,'what'stheuseonmywriting"Abednego,"
"Abednego,""Abednego,"alldownapage?IfIcouldseet'useon't,I'dha'axedfathertosendmet'school;butI'mnonewantingtohavelearning。''It'safinething,tho',islearning。Mymotherandmygrandmotherhadit:butth'familycamedowni'theworld,andPhilip'smotherandme,wehadnoneofit;butIha'setmyheartonthyhavingit,child。''Myfingersisstiff,'pleadedSylvia,holdingupherlittlehandandshakingit。'Letustakeaturnatspelling,then,'saidPhilip。'What'st'useon't?'askedcaptiousSylvia。'Why,ithelpsonei'readingan'writing。''Andwhatdoesreadingandwritingdoforone?'Hermothergaveheranotheroftheseverelooksthat,quietwomanasshewas,shecouldoccasionallybestowupontherefractory,andSylviatookherbookandglanceddownthecolumnPhilippointedouttoher;but,asshejustlyconsidered,onemanmightpointoutthetask,buttwentycouldnotmakeherlearnit,ifshedidnotchoose;andshesatherselfdownontheedgeofthedresser,andidlygazedintothefire。Buthermothercameroundtolookforsomethinginthedrawersofthedresser,andasshepassedherdaughtershesaidinalowvoice——'Sylvie,beagoodlass。Isetadealo'storebylearning,andfather'udneversendtheetoschool,ashasstuckbymesore。'IfPhilip,sittingwithhisbacktothem,heardthesewordshewasdiscreetenoughnottoshowthatheheard。Andhehadhisreward;forinaveryshorttime,Sylviastoodbeforehimwithherbookinherhand,preparedtosayherspelling。Atwhichhealsostoodupbyinstinct,andlistenedtoherslowsucceedingletters;helpingherout,whenshelookedupathimwithasweetchildlikeperplexityinherface:foradunceastobook—learningpoorSylviawasandwaslikelytoremain;and,inspiteofhisassumedofficeofschoolmaster,PhilipHepburncouldalmosthaveechoedthewordsoftheloverofJessMacFarlane——Isentmylovealetter,But,alas!shecannaread,AndIlo'ehera'thebetter。Stillheknewhisaunt'sstrongwishonthesubject,anditwasverydelightfultostandintherelationofteachertosodearandpretty,ifsowilful,apupil。PerhapsitwasnotveryflatteringtonoticeSylvia'sgreatjoywhenherlessonswereover,sadlyshortenedastheywerebyPhilip'sdesirenottobetooharduponher。Sylviadancedroundtohermother,bentherheadback,andkissedherface,andthensaiddefyinglytoPhilip,——'IfiverIwritetheealetteritshalljustbefullofnothingbut"Abednego!
Abednego!Abednego!"'ButatthismomentherfathercameinfromadistantexpeditiononthemoorswithKestertolookafterthesheephehadpasturingtherebeforethewintersetfairlyin。Hewastired,andsowasLassie,andso,too,wasKester,who,liftinghisheavylegsoneaftertheother,andsmoothingdownhishair,followedhismasterintothehouse—place,andseatinghimselfonabenchatthefartherendofthedresser,patientlyawaitedthesupperofporridgeandmilkwhichhesharedwithhismaster。Sylvia,meanwhile,coaxedLassiepoorfoot—soredog——toherside,andgavehersomefood,whichthecreaturewasalmosttootiredtoeat。Philipmadeasthoughhewouldbegoing,butDanielmotionedtohimtobequiet。'Sittheedown,lad。AssoonasI'vehadmyvictual,Iwantt'hearabito'news。'Sylviatookhersewingandsatatthelittleroundtablebyhermother,sharingthelightofthescantydip—candle。Noonespoke。Everyonewasabsorbedinwhattheyweredoing。WhatPhilipwasdoingwas,gazingatSylvia——learningherfaceoffbyheart。Wheneveryscrapofporridgewasclearedoutofthemightybowl,Kesteryawned,andwishinggood—night,withdrewtohisloftoverthecow—house。
ThenPhilippulledouttheweeklyYorkpaper,andbegantoreadthelatestaccountsofthewarthenraging。ThiswasgivingDanieloneofhisgreatestpleasures;forthoughhecouldreadprettywell,yetthedoubleeffortofreadingandunderstandingwhathereadwasalmosttoomuchforhim。
Hecouldread,orhecouldunderstandwhatwasreadaloudtohim;readingwasnopleasure,butlisteningwas。Besides,hehadatrueJohnBullishinterestinthewar,withoutverywellknowingwhattheEnglishwerefightingfor。Butinthosedays,solongastheyfoughttheFrenchforanycause,orfornocauseatall,everytruepatriotwassatisfied。Sylviaandhermotherdidnotcareforanysuchfar—extendedinterest;alittlebitofYorknews,thestealingofafewapplesoutofaScarboroughgardenthattheyknew,wasoffarmoreinteresttothemthanallthebattlesofNelsonandtheNorth。Philipreadinahigh—pitchedandunnaturaltoneofvoice,whichdeprivedthewordsoftheirreality;forevenfamiliarexpressionscanbecomeunfamiliarandconveynoideas,iftheutteranceisforcedoraffected。Philipwassomewhatofapedant;yettherewasasimplicityinhispedantrynotalwaystobemetwithinthosewhoareself—taught,andwhichmighthaveinterestedanyonewhocaredtoknowwithwhatlabouranddifficultyhehadacquiredtheknowledgewhichnowheprizedsohighly;readingoutLatinquotationsaseasilyasiftheywereEnglish,andtakingapleasureinrollingpolysyllables,untilallatoncelookingaskanceatSylvia,hesawthatherheadhadfallenback,herprettyrosylipsopen,hereyesfastshut;inshort,shewasasleep。'Ay,'saidFarmerRobson,'andt'readinghasa'mostsentmeoff。Mother'dlookangrynowifIwastotellyo'yo'hadarighttoakiss;butwhenIwasayoungmanI'dha'kissedaprettygirlasIsawasleep,aforeyo'dsaidJackRobson。'Philiptrembledatthesewords,andlookedathisaunt。Shegavehimnoencouragement,standingup,andmakingasthoughshehadneverheardherhusband'sspeech,byextendingherhand,andwishinghim'good—night。'
Atthenoiseofthechairsmovingovertheflagfloor,Sylviastartedup,confusedandannoyedatherfather'slaughter。'Ay,lass;it'siveragoodtimet'fallasleepwhenayoungfellowisby。Here'sPhiliphereasthou'rtboundt'giveapairo'glovesto。'Sylviawentlikefire;sheturnedtohermothertoreadherface。'It'sonlyfather'sjoke,lass,'saidshe。'Philipknowsmannerstoowell。''He'dbetter,'saidSylvia,flamingroundathim。'Ifhe'datouchedme,I'dniverha'spokentohimnomore。'Andshelookedevenasitwasasifshewasfarfromforgivinghim。'Hoots,lass!wenchesarebroughtupsamim,now—a—days;i'mytimethey'dha'thoughtna'suchgreatharmofakiss。''Good—night,Philip,'saidBellRobson,thinkingtheconversationunseemly。'Good—night,aunt,good—night,Sylvie!'ButSylviaturnedherbackonhim,andhecouldhardlysay'good—night'toDaniel,whohadcausedsuchanunpleasantendtoaneveningthathadatonetimebeengoingonsowell。
chapter09CHAPTERIXTHESPECKSIONEERAfewdaysafter,farmerRobsonleftHaytersbankbetimesonalongishday'sjourney,topurchaseahorse。Sylviaandhermotherwerebusiedwithahundredhouseholdthings,andtheearlywinter'seveningclosedinuponthemalmostbeforetheywereaware。Theconsequencesofdarknessinthecountryevennowaretogatherthemembersofafamilytogetherintooneroom,andtomakethemsettletosomesedentaryemployment;anditwasmuchmorethecaseattheperiodofmystory,whencandleswerefardearerthantheyareatpresent,andwhenonewasoftenmadetosufficeforalargefamily。Themotheranddaughterhardlyspokeatallwhentheysatdownatlast。
Thecheerfulclickoftheknitting—needlesmadeapleasanthome—sound;
andintheoccasionalsnatchesofslumberthatovercamehermother,Sylviacouldhearthelong—rushingboomofthewaves,downbelowtherocks,fortheHaytersbankgulleyallowedthesullenroartocomeupsofarinland。
Itmighthavebeenabouteighto'clock——thoughfromthemonotonouscourseoftheeveningitseemedmuchlater——whenSylviaheardherfather'sheavystepcranchingdownthepebblypath。Moreunusual,sheheardhisvoicetalkingtosomecompanion。Curioustoseewhoitcouldbe,withalivelyinstinctiveadvancetowardsanyeventwhichmightbreakthemonotonyshehadbeguntofindsomewhatdull,shespranguptoopenthedoor。Halfaglanceintothegraydarknessoutsidemadehersuddenlytimid,andshedrewbackbehindthedoorassheopeneditwidetoadmitherfatherandKinraid。DanielRobsoncameinbrightandboisterous。Hewaspleasedwithhispurchase,andhadhadsomedrinktocelebratehisbargain。HehadriddenthenewmareintoMonkshaven,andleftheratthesmithythereuntilmorning,tohaveherfeetlookedat,andtobenewshod。OnhiswayfromthetownhehadmetKinraidwanderingaboutinsearchofHaytersbankFarmitself,sohehadjustbroughthimalongwithhim;andheretheywere,readyforbreadandcheese,andaughtelsethemistresswouldsetbeforethem。ToSylviathesuddenchangeintobrightnessandbustleoccasionedbytheentranceofherfatherandthespecksioneerwaslikethatwhichyoumayeffectanywinter'snight,whenyoucomeintoaroomwhereagreatlumpofcoallieshotandslumberingonthefire;justbreakitupwithajudiciousblowfromthepoker,andtheroom,latesodark,anddusk,andlone,isfulloflife,andlight,andwarmth。Shemovedaboutwithprettyhouseholdbriskness,attendingtoallherfather'swants。Kinraid'seyewatchedherasshewentbackwardsandforwards,toandfro,intothepantry,theback—kitchen,outoflightintoshade,outoftheshadowintothebroadfirelightwherehecouldseeandnoteherappearance。Sheworethehigh—crownedlinencapofthatday,surmountingherlovelymassesofgoldenbrownhair,ratherthanconcealingthem,andtiedfirmtoherheadbyabroadblueribbon。Alongcurlhungdownoneachsideofherneckherthroatrather,forherneckwasconcealedbyalittlespottedhandkerchiefcarefullypinnedacrossatthewaistofherbrownstuffgown。Howwellitwas,thoughttheyounggirl,thatshehaddoffedherbed—gownandlinsey—woolseypetticoat,herworking—dress,andmadeherselfsmartinherstuffgown,whenshesatedowntoworkwithhermother。Bythetimeshecouldsitdownagain,herfatherandKinraidhadtheirglassesfilled,andweretalkingoftherelativemeritsofvariouskindsofspirits;thatledontotalesofsmuggling,andthedifferentcontrivancesbywhichtheyortheirfriendshadeludedthepreventiveservice;thenightlyrelaysofmentocarrythegoodsinland;thekegsofbrandyfoundbycertainfarmerswhosehorseshadgonesofarinthenight,thattheycoulddonoworkthenextday;thecleverwayinwhichcertainwomenmanagedtobringinprohibitedgoods;infact,thatwhenawomandidgivehermindtosmuggling,shewasmorefullofresources,andtricks,andimpudence,andenergythananyman。Therewasnoquestionofthemoralityoftheaffair;oneofthegreatestsignsoftherealprogresswehavemadesincethosetimesseemstobethatourdailyconcernsofbuyingandselling,eatinganddrinking,whatsoeverwedo,aremoretestedbytherealpracticalstandardofourreligionthantheywereinthedaysofourgrandfathers。NeitherSylvianorhermotherwasinadvanceoftheirage。Bothlistenedwithadmirationtotheingeniousdevices,andactedaswellasspokenlies,thatweretalkedaboutasfineandspiritedthings。YetifSylviahadattemptedonetitheofthisdeceitinherevery—daylife,itwouldhavehalfbrokenhermother'sheart。Butwhenthedutyon。saltwasstrictlyandcruellyenforced,makingitpenaltopickuproughdirtylumpscontainingsmallquantitiesthatmightbethrownoutwiththeashesofthebrine—housesonthehigh—roads;
whenthepriceofthisnecessarywassoincreasedbythetaxuponitastomakeitanexpensive,sometimesanunattainable,luxurytotheworkingman,Governmentdidmoretodemoralisethepopularsenseofrectitudeanduprightnessthanheapsofsermonscouldundo。Andthesame,thoughinsmallermeasure,wastheconsequenceofmanyothertaxes。Itmayseemcurioustotraceupthepopularstandardoftruthtotaxation;butIdonotthinktheideawouldbesoveryfarfetched。FromsmugglingadventuresitwaseasytopassontostoriesofwhathadhappenedtoRobson,inhisyouthasailorintheGreenlandseas,andtoKinraid,nowoneofthebestharpoonersinanywhalerthatsailedoffthecoast。'There'sthreethingstobeafearedon,'saidRobson,authoritatively:
'there'st'ice,that'sbad;there'sdirtyweather,that'sworse;andthere'swhalestheirselves,asist'worstofall;leastways,theywasi'mydays;
t'darnedbrutesmayha'larntbettermannerssin'。WhenIwereyoung,theycouldniverbegottolettheirselsbeharpoonedwi'outflounderin'
andmakin'playwi'theirtalesandtheirfins,tillt'saywereallinafoam,andt'boats'crewswasallo'erwi'spray,whichi'themlatitudesisakindo'shower—bathnotneeded。''Th'whaleshasn'tmendedtheirmanners,asyoucallit,'saidKinraid;
'butth'iceisnottobespokenlightlyon。Iwereonceinth'shipJohn,ofHull,andwewereingoodgreenwater,andwerekeenafterwhales;andne'erthoughtharmofagreatgrayicebergaswereonourlee—bow,amileorsooff;itlookedasifithadbeentherefromthedaysofAdam,andwerelikelytoseeth'lastmanout,anditne'erabitbiggernorsmallerinallthemthousandsandthousandso'years。Well,thefast—boatswereoutafterafish,andIwerespecksioneerinone;andweweresokeenaftercapturingourwhale,thatnoneonuseversawthatweweredriftingawayfromthemrightintodeepshadowo'th'iceberg。Butweweresetuponourwhale,andIharpoonedit;andassoonasitweredeadwelasheditsfinstogether,andfasteneditstailtoourboat;andthenwetookbreathandlookedaboutus,andawayfromusalittlespacewereth'otherboats,wi'twootherfishmakingplay,andaslikelyasnottobreakloose,forImaysayasIwereth'bestharpooneronboardtheJohn,wi'outsayinggreatthingso'mysel'。SoIsays,"Mylads,oneo'youstayi'
th'boatbythisfish,"——thefinso'which,asIsaid,I'dreevedaropethroughmysel',andwhichwasasdeadasNoah'sgrandfather——"andth'restonusshallgooffandhelpth'otherboatswi'theirfish。"For,yousee,wehadanotherboatclosebyinordertosweepth'fish。(Isupposetheysweptfishi'yourtime,master?)''Ay,ay!'saidRobson;'oneboatliesstillholdingt'endo't'line;
t'othermakesacircuitroundt'fish。''Well!luckilyforuswehadoursecondboat,forweallgotintoit,ne'eramanonuswaslefti'th'fast—boat。AndsaysI,"Butwho'stostaybyt'deadfish?"Andnomananswered,fortheywereallaskeenasmefortogoandhelpourmates;andwethoughtaswecouldcomebacktoourdeadfish,ashadaboatforabuoy,oncewehadhelpedourmates。Sooffwerowed,everymanJackonus,outo'theblackshadowo'th'iceberg,aslookedassteadyasth'pole—star。Wellwehadna'beenadozenfathomsawayfra'th'boataswehadleft,whencrashdownwi'aroaringnoise,andthenagulpofthedeepwaters,andthenashowero'blindingspray;
andwhenwehadwipedoureyesclear,andgettenourheartsdownagenfra'
ourmouths,therewereneveraboatnoraglitteringbellyo'e'eragreatwhaletobeseen;butth'icebergwerethere,stillandgrim,asifahundredtonormorehadfallenoffallinamass,andcrusheddownboat,andfish,andall,intoth'deepwater,asgoeshalfthroughtheearthinthemlatitudes。
Th'coal—minersroundaboutNewcastlewaymaycomeuponourgoodboatiftheyminedeepenough,elsene'eranothermanwillseeher。AndIleftasgoodaclasp—knifeinheraseverIclapteyeson。''Butwhatamercynomanstayedinher,'saidBell。'Why,mistress,Ireckonwea'mustdiesomeway;andI'dassoongodownintothedeepwatersasbechokedupwi'moulds。''Butitmustbesocold,'saidSylvia,shudderingandgivingalittlepoketothefiretowarmherfancy。'Cold!'saidherfather,'whatdoyestay—at—homesknowaboutcold,ashouldliketoknow?Ifyo'dbeenwhereawereonce,northlatitude81,insuchafrostasyeha'niverknown,no,noti'deepwinter,anditwereJunei'themseas,andawhalei'sight,andawereoffinaboatafterher:
an't'ill—manneredbrute,assoonasshewereharpooned,upswi'herbigawkwardtail,andstruckt'boati'herstern,andchucksmeoutintot'
watter。Thatwerecold,acantellthe'!First,Ismartedallowerme,asifmyskinweresuddenlystriptoffme:andnext,iverybonei'mybodyhadgettent'toothache,andtherewereagreatroari'myears,an'agreatdizzinessi'myeyes;an't'boat'screwkeptthrowin'outtheiroars,an'akeptclutchin'at'em,butacouldna'makeoutwheretheywas,myeyesdazzledsowi't'cold,an'IthoughtIwereboundfor"kingdomcome,"an'atriedtoremembert'Creed,asamightdieaChristian。Butallacouldthinkonwas,"Whatisyourname,MorN?"an'justasaweregivingupbothwordsandlife,theyheavedmeaboard。But,blessye,theyhadbutoneoar;forthey'dthrowna't'othersafterme;soyo'mayreckon,itweresometimeaforewecouldreacht'ship;an',a'veheerdtell,awereaprecioussighttolookon,formyclotheswasjusthardfrozentome,an'myhaira'mostasbigalumpo'iceasyoniceberghewasa—tellinguson;theyrubbedmeasmissustheerewererubbingt'hamsyesterday,andgav'mebrandy;an'a'venivergettent'frostouto'mybonesfora'theirrubbin',andadealo'brandyasI'aveta'onsin'。Talko'cold!
it'slittleyo'womenknowno'cold!''Butthere'sheat,too,i'someplaces,'saidKinraid。Iwasonceavoyagei'anAmerican。Theygoesforth'mostpartsouth,towhereyoucomeroundtot'coldagain;andthey'llstaythereforthreeyearatatime,ifneedbe,goingintowinterharbouri'someo'th'PacificIslands。Well,wewerei'th'southernseas,a—seekingforgoodwhaling—ground;and,closeonourlarboardbeam,therewereagreatwallo'ice,asmuchassixtyfeethigh。Andsaysourcaptain——aswereadare—devil,ifeveramanwere——"There'llbeanopeninginyondarkgraywall,andintothatopeningI'llsail,ifIcoastalongittillth'dayo'judgment。"But,foralloursailing,weneverseemedtocomenearertoth'opening。Thewaterswererockingbeneathus,andtheskyweresteadyaboveus;andth'iceroseouto'thewaters,andseemedtoreachupintothesky。Wesailedon,andwesailedon,formoredaysnorIcouldcount。Ourcaptainwereastrange,wildman,butoncehelookedalittlepalewhenhecameupo'deckafterhisturn—inandsawthegreen—grayicegoingstraightuponourbeam。Manyonusthoughtastheshipwerebewitchedforth'captain'swords;andwegottospeaklow,andtosayourprayerso'nights,andakindo'dullsilencecameintoth'veryair;ourvoicesdidna'rightlyseemourown。Andwesailedon,andwesailedon。Allatonce,th'manaswereonwatchgaveacry:
hesawabreakintheice,aswe'dbeguntothinkwereeverlasting;andweallgatheredtowardsthebows,andthecaptaincalledtoth'manatthehelmtokeephercourse,andcockedhishead,andbegantowalkthequarter—deckjauntyagain。Andwecametoagreatcleftinth'longwearyrockofice;andthesideso'th'cleftwerenotjagged,butwentstraightsharpdownintoth'foamingwaters。Butwetookbutonelookatwhatlayinside,forourcaptain,withaloudcrytoGod,badethehelmsmansteernor'ardsawayfra'th'moutho'Hell。Weallsawwi'ourowneyes,insidethatfearsomewallo'ice——seventymileslong,aswecouldswearto——insidethatgray,coldice,cameleapingflames,allredandyellowwi'heato'
someunearthlykindouto'th'verywaterso'thesea;makingoureyesdazzlewi'theirscarletblaze,thatshotupashigh,nay,higherthanth'icearound,yetneversomuchasashredon'twasmelted。Theydidsaythatsomebesideourcaptainsawtheblackdevilsdarthitherandthither,quickerthantheveryflamesthemselves;anyhow,hesawthem。Andasheknewitwerehisowndaringashadledhimtohavethatpeepatterrorsforbiddentoanyonusaforeourtime,hejustdwinedaway,andwehadn'ttakenbutonewhaleaforeourcaptaindied,andfirstmatetookth'command。
Itwereaprosperousvoyage;but,forallthat,I'llneversailthoseseasagain,norevertakewageaboardanAmericanagain。''Eh,dear!butit'sawfult'thinko'sittingwi'amanthathasseenth'
doorwayintohell,'saidBell,aghast。Sylviahaddroppedherwork,andsatgazingatKinraidwithfascinatedwonder。Danielwasjustalittleannoyedattheadmirationwhichhisownwifeanddaughterwerebestowingonthespecksioneer'swonderfulstories,andhesaid——'Ay,ay。Ifa'dbeenatalker,ye'dha'thoughtadealmoreonmenorye'veiverdoneyet。A'veseensuchthings,anddonesuchthings。''Tellus,father!'saidSylvia,greedyandbreathless。'Someon'emispasttelling,'hereplied,'ansomeisnottobehadfort'asking,seeingashowtheymightbringamanintotrouble。But,asasaid,ifahadafancytorevealallasisonmymindacouldmaket'haironyourheadsliftupyourcaps——well,we'llsayaninch,atleast。Thymother,lass,hasheerdoneortwoon'em。Thoumindsthestoryo'myrideonawhale'sback,Bell?That'llmaybebewithinthisyoungfellow'scomprehensiono't'danger;thou'sheerdmetellit,hastn'tta?''Yes,'saidBell;'butit'salongtimeago;whenwewascourting。''An'that'saforethisyounglasswereborn,asisa'mostuptowoman'sestate。Butsin'thosedaysaha'beeno'erbusytotellstoriestomywife,an'asa'llwarrantshe'sforgottenit;an'asSylviahereniverheerdit,ifyo'llfillyourglass,Kinraid,yo'shallha't'benefito't。'Awereaspecksioneermysel,though,afterthat,araytherdirectedmytalentsint't'smugglingbrancho'myprofession;butawereonceawhalingaboordt'AimwellofWhitby。An'wewasanchoredofft'coasto'
Greenlandoneseason;anwe'dgettenacargoo'sevenwhale;butourcaptainhewereakeen—eyedchap,an'niverabovedoin'anyman'swork;an'onceseem'awhalehethrowshimselfint'aboatan'goesofftoit,makin'
signalstome,an'anotherspecksioneeraswereofffordiversioni'anotherboat,fortocomeafterhimsharp。Well,aforewecomesalongside,captainhadharpoonedt'fish;an'sayshe,"Now,Robson,allready!giveintoheragainwhenshecomestot'top;"an'Istandsup,rightlegforemost,harpoonallready,assoonasiverIcotchedasighto't'whale,butniverafincouldasee。'Twerenowonder,forshewererightbelowt'boatinwhichawere;andwhenshewantedtorise,whatdoest'greatuglybrutedobutcomewi'herhead,asislikecastiron,upbangagaint'bottomo't'boat。Iwerethrownupint'airlikeashuttlecock,mean'mylinean'myharpoon——upwegoes,an'manyagoodpieceo'timberwi'us,an'
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