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CHAPTER
VI
WHAT BEFELL AT THE QUEEN'S FERRY As soon as we came to the inn,
Ransome led us up the
stair to a small room, with a bed in it, and heated like an oven by a
great fire
of coal. At a table
hard by the
chimney, a tall, dark, sober-looking man sat writing.
In spite of the heat of the room, he wore a thick
sea-jacket,
buttoned to the neck, and a tall hairy cap drawn down over his ears;
yet I never
saw any man, not even a judge upon the bench, look cooler, or more
studious and
self-possessed, than this ship-captain.
He got to his feet at once, and
coming forward,
offered his large hand to Ebenezer.
"I
am proud to see you, Mr. Balfour," said he, in a fine deep voice, "and
glad that ye are here in time. The
wind's fair, and the tide upon the turn; we'll see the
old coal-bucket burning on the Isle of May before to-night."
"Captain Hoseason," returned my
uncle,
"you keep your room unco hot."
"It's a habit I have, Mr. Balfour,"
said
the skipper. "I'm a
cold-rife
man by my nature; I have a cold blood, sir.
There's neither fur, nor flannel — no, sir, nor hot
rum, will warm up
what they call the temperature. Sir,
it's the same with most men that have been carbonadoed, as they call
it, in the
tropic seas." "Well, well, captain," replied my
uncle,
"we must all be the way we're made."
But it chanced that this fancy of
the captain's had a
great share in my misfortunes. For
though I had promised myself not to let my kinsman out of sight, I was
both so
impatient for a nearer look of the sea, and so sickened by the
closeness of the
room, that when he told me to "run down-stairs and play myself
awhile," I was fool enough to take him at his word.
Away I went, therefore, leaving the
two men sitting
down to a bottle and a great mass of papers; and crossing the road in
front of
the inn, walked down upon the beach.
With
the wind in that quarter, only little wavelets, not much bigger than I
had seen
upon a lake, beat upon the shore.
But the weeds were new to me — some green, some
brown and
long, and some with little bladders that crackled between my fingers.
Even so far up the firth, the smell of the sea-water
was exceedingly salt
and stirring; the Covenant, besides, was beginning to shake out her
sails, which
hung upon the yards in clusters; and the spirit of all that I beheld
put me in
thoughts of far voyages and foreign places.
I looked, too, at the seamen with
the skiff — big
brown fellows, some in shirts, some with jackets, some with coloured
handkerchiefs about their throats, one with a brace of pistols stuck
into his
pockets, two or three with knotty bludgeons, and all with their
case-knives.
I passed the time of day with one that looked less
desperate than his
fellows, and asked him of the sailing of the brig.
He said they would get under way as soon as the ebb
set, and expressed
his gladness to be out of a port where there were no taverns and
fiddlers; but
all with such horrifying oaths, that I made haste to get away from him. This threw me back on Ransome, who
seemed the least
wicked of that gang, and who soon came out of the inn and ran to me,
crying for
a bowl of punch. I
told him I would
give him no such thing, for neither he nor I was of an age for such
indulgences.
"But a glass of ale you may have, and welcome," said
I.
He mopped and mowed at me, and called me names; but
he was glad to get
the ale, for all that; and presently we were set down at a table in the
front
room of the inn, and both eating and drinking with a good appetite.
Here it occurred to me that, as the
landlord was a
man of that county, I might do well to make a friend of him.
I offered him a share, as was much the custom in
those days; but he was
far too great a man to sit with such poor customers as Ransome and
myself, and
he was leaving the room, when I called him back to ask if he knew Mr.
Rankeillor. "Hoot, ay," says he, "and a very
honest man. And, O,
by-the-by," says he, "was it you that came in with Ebenezer?" And
when I had told him yes, "Ye'll be no friend of his?" he asked,
meaning, in the Scottish way, that I would be no relative.
I told him no, none. "I thought not," said he, "and yet
ye
have a kind of gliff[6]
of Mr. Alexander." I said it seemed that Ebenezer was
ill-seen in the
country. "Nae doubt," said the landlord.
"He's a wicked auld man, and there's many would like
to see him
girning in the tow[7]. Jennet Clouston and mony
mair that he has harried out of
house and hame. And yet he was ance a fine young fellow, too.
But that was before the sough[8]
gaed abroad
about Mr. Alexander, that was like the death of him."
"And what was it?" I asked.
"Ou, just that he had killed him,"
said the
landlord. "Did ye
never hear
that?" "And what would he kill him for?"
said I.
"And what for, but just to get the
place,"
said he. "The place?" said I.
"The Shaws?"
"Nae other place that I ken," said
he.
"Ay, man?" said I.
"Is that so? Was my — was Alexander the eldest son?"
"'Deed was he," said the landlord.
"What else would he have killed him for?"
And with that he went away, as he
had been impatient
to do from the beginning.
Of course, I had guessed it a long
while ago; but it
is one thing to guess, another to know; and I sat stunned with my good
fortune,
and could scarce grow to believe that the same poor lad who had trudged
in the
dust from Ettrick Forest not two days ago, was now one of the rich of
the earth,
and had a house and broad lands, and might mount his horse tomorrow.
All these pleasant things, and a thousand others,
crowded into my mind,
as I sat staring before me out of the inn window, and paying no heed to
what I
saw; only I remember that my eye lighted on Captain Hoseason down on
the pier
among his seamen, and speaking with some authority.
And presently he came marching back towards the
house, with no mark of a
sailor's clumsiness, but carrying his fine, tall figure with a manly
bearing,
and still with the same sober, grave expression on his face.
I wondered if it was possible that Ransome's stories
could be true, and
half disbelieved them; they fitted so ill with the man's looks.
But indeed, he was neither so good as I supposed
him, nor quite so bad as
Ransome did; for, in fact, he was two men, and left the better one
behind as
soon as he set foot on board his vessel.
The next thing, I heard my uncle
calling me, and
found the pair in the road together.
It
was the captain who addressed me, and that with an air (very flattering
to a
young lad) of grave equality.
"Sir," said he, "Mr. Balfour tells
me
great things of you; and for my own part, I like your looks.
I wish I was for longer here, that we might make the
better friends; but
we'll make the most of what we have.
Ye
shall come on board my brig for half an hour, till the ebb sets, and
drink a
bowl with me." Now, I longed to see the inside of
a ship more than
words can tell; but I was not going to put myself in jeopardy, and I
told him my
uncle and I had an appointment with a lawyer.
"Ay, ay," said he, "he passed me
word
of that. But, ye
see, the boat'll
set ye ashore at the town pier, and that's but a penny stonecast from
Rankeillor's house." And
here
he suddenly leaned down and whispered in my ear: "Take care of the old tod;[9]
he means mischief. Come
aboard till
I can get a word with ye." And
then, passing his arm through mine, he continued aloud, as he set off
towards
his boat: "But, come, what can I bring ye from the Carolinas? Any
friend of
Mr. Balfour's can command. A
roll
of tobacco? Indian feather-work? a skin of a wild beast? a stone pipe?
the
mocking-bird that mews for all the world like a cat? the cardinal bird
that is
as red as blood? — take your pick and say your pleasure." By this time we were at the
boat-side, and he was
handing me in. I did not dream of hanging back; I thought (the poor
fool!) that
I had found a good friend and helper, and I was rejoiced to see the
ship.
As soon as we were all set in our places, the boat
was thrust off from
the pier and began to move over the waters: and what with my pleasure
in this
new movement and my surprise at our low position, and the appearance of
the
shores, and the growing bigness of the brig as we drew near to it, I
could
hardly understand what the captain said, and must have answered him at
random.
As soon as we were alongside (where
I sat fairly
gaping at the ship's height, the strong humming of the tide against its
sides,
and the pleasant cries of the seamen at their work) Hoseason, declaring
that he
and I must be the first aboard, ordered a tackle to be sent down from
the
main-yard. In this
I was whipped
into the air and set down again on the deck, where the captain stood
ready
waiting for me, and instantly slipped back his arm under mine.
There I stood some while, a little dizzy with the
unsteadiness of all
around me, perhaps a little afraid, and yet vastly pleased with these
strange
sights; the captain meanwhile pointing out the strangest, and telling
me their
names and uses. "But where is my uncle?" said I
suddenly.
"Ay," said Hoseason, with a sudden
grimness, "that's the point."
I felt I was lost.
With all my strength, I plucked myself clear of him
and ran to the
bulwarks. Sure
enough, there was
the boat pulling for the town, with my uncle sitting in the stern.
I gave a piercing cry — "Help, help! Murder!" — so
that both
sides of the anchorage rang with it, and my uncle turned round where he
was
sitting, and showed me a face full of cruelty and terror.
It was the last I saw. Already strong hands had been plucking me back from the ship's side; and now a thunderbolt seemed to strike me; I saw a great flash of fire, and fell senseless. __________________________________
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