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Title: The Ferryman of Brill, and Other Stories

Author: William Henry Giles Kingston

Release date: May 15, 2007 [eBook #21460]

Language: English

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The Ferryman of Brill, and other stories, by William H G Kingston.

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Chapters 1 to 4 constitute "The Ferryman of Brill", while the other
seven chapters are short stories on their own.  All these stories had
previously appeared in early volumes of "The Quiver".  They were
collected and published by Cassell's, who were not Kingston's usual
publishers, and the book came out in the year of Kingston's death.

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THE FERRYMAN OF BRILL, AND OTHER STORIES, BY WILLIAM H G KINGSTON.



CHAPTER ONE.

THE PROTESTANT LOVERS--A RIVAL--DIEDRICH FINDS HIS FOOTSTEPS DOGGED--
FINDS A FRIEND IN THE FERRYMAN--THREATENED WITH THE INQUISITION--FLIES
TO SEA.

Not far from the broad and slow-flowing river Meuse stands the town of
Brill.  Flanders, in which it is found, formed at the period to which we
refer a province of the dominions belonging to Philip of Spain.  It was
ruled with no very paternal hand by the Duke of Alva, who resided
chiefly at Brussels.  He had been employed for several years in burning,
hanging, drowning, and cutting off the heads of his loving subjects, and
torturing them in a variety of ways, in order to make them dutiful
children of the Church of Rome, and of his master, Philip.  Not with
great success, for they still hated, with an unalterable deadly hatred,
both one and the other.  Brill at that time was not a populous city, nor
did it possess much commercial importance; but it was well walled and
fortified, however, and had a most commodious port.  The inhabitants
were peaceable, well-disposed people, who thought as much of themselves
as the citizens of other cities of similar importance are apt to do.
Among them was a young merchant--Diedrich Meghem.  He had made several
voyages of adventure, and was well accustomed to a seafaring life.  Now
prosperous, and hoping to become wealthy, he was about to settle down as
a steady citizen on shore, with the expectation of some day, perhaps,
becoming burgomaster of his native city.  Diedrich, as young men are apt
to do, looked about for a wife to share his good fortune, and had fixed
his affections on Gretchen Hopper, a fair and very lovely girl, the
daughter of a flourishing merchant.  Hopper was supposed to be the
possessor of considerable wealth--a dangerous distinction in those days.
Duke Alva heard of the merchant Hopper's reputed wealth, and had made a
note to take an early opportunity of relieving him of a portion if not
the whole of it.  Hopper was known to hold the reformed principles, and
though he was careful not to intrude his opinions in public, the duke's
advisers suggested that there would be no difficulty in bringing up an
accusation of heresy against him.  Diedrich was an ardent Protestant.
His eye had long been fixed on William of Orange as the person best able
to lift his country out of the present depressed condition in which she
groaned.

Gretchen was a quiet, gentle girl, and she also held to the opinions of
her father and her lover, in spite of her gentleness, with a
determination in no way inferior to theirs.  Gretchen soon found out
that the honest, generous-hearted Diedrich loved her, and not long after
this discovery she acknowledged to him that he possessed her entire
heart.  She had, however, other admirers, from whom she might have
chosen a husband of a nobler family and of greater wealth than Diedrich.
Among other pretenders to her hand was Caspar Gaill, a Fleming of good
family, who, however, held to the Romish faith and supported the
government of Alva.  The merchant Hopper had a great regard for
Diedrich, and was well pleased to find that he wished to become his
daughter's husband.  He at once accepted him as a son-in-law, and gave
the young couple his blessing.

"The times are not propitious for marriage, however," he observed.
"Matters may mend; they can scarcely grow worse.  Gretchen is young, and
can wait a little.  You must have patience, then, my good friend
Diedrich."

Gretchen and her lover passed many pleasant evenings together, though it
was considered prudent not to make their intended marriage public.  One,
however, had watched Diedrich's constant visits to the house, and his
heart burned with jealousy.

One evening Diedrich was returning to his home, when, looking over his
shoulder on hearing footsteps, he discovered that he was followed.  When
he walked faster, the stranger proceeded also at the same rate; when he
stopped, the stranger stopped; when he went at a slow pace, the stranger
slackened his speed.  At length, passing a shrine at the corner of a
street, before which a bright lamp was kept burning, Diedrich turned
sharply round, and found himself standing face to face with the person
who had been following him.

"What object have you in dodging my steps?" asked Diedrich, placing his
hand on his sword ready to draw.

"As you ask me a question, I will put another to you," said the
stranger, also drawing his sword half out of the scabbard.  "For what
purpose do you visit the house where you have been passing the evening?"

"You put a question to which I positively refuse to reply to any one,
and still less to you, Caspar Gaill, for I know you well," answered
Diedrich, still further drawing out his sword.

"Then I refuse to answer the question you put to me," said Caspar.  "We
understand each other, and you may know me henceforth as your enemy."

"A matter of very little consequence," answered Diedrich, in a scornful
tone.

The young men parted, but from that day forward Diedrich was aware that
his footsteps were constantly followed when he went abroad, especially
on the Sabbath, when he was accustomed to attend the meetings of the
Protestants held in the city.  Still he was too proud and too fearless
to alter his mode of proceeding on this account.  At night often he saw
in the distance a dim figure following him, but which, when he turned
round, invariably disappeared.

On one occasion he resolved to pursue the spy, and punish him severely
if he could overtake him.  Scarcely had he left his home when he
observed a figure as usual like a distant shadow coming after him.  He
walked on for some way, as if indifferent to the circumstance, by gentle
degrees slackening his pace, till, as he supposed, his pursuer had
approached nearer than usual.  He then suddenly turned round, and,
darting forward, was close up to the man before the latter made any
attempt to escape.

"Why, Diedrich Meghem, you seem to be in a desperate hurry this
evening," said a voice he thought he recollected.

"What, Peter Kopplestock, are you my secret pursuer?" he asked, in a
tone of surprise.

"It may be so, but I may be your guardian angel," answered the person
thus addressed, in a low voice.  "I have been wishing to see you without
witnesses for some days past, and now the matter brooks of no delay."

"Come to my house, then," said Diedrich; "we can speak there without
fear of interruption."

"That's the very place it will not be wise for me to go to," said Peter;
"if I go there I shall be observed.  Do you come to my house.  You will
find a porch a little to the right of it.  Slip in there and remain
quiet for a few minutes.  Should you be followed at the time, your
pursuer will pass by and lose sight of you.  Come in an hour hence.  It
will be dangerous to put off the visit till to-morrow."

Diedrich followed the advice of his friend.  He had known Peter
Kopplestock from his earliest days.  Peter was of no very exalted rank,
but he had numerous friends who, not without reason, put confidence in
him.  His chief occupation was that of a ferryman plying across the
river Meuse.  He also visited the ships which appeared at the mouth of
the river when unable for want of wind to come up to the town, and took
provisions off to them, and brought messages on shore.  Peter
Kopplestock took an especial interest in Diedrich; Diedrich had always
been his generous employer, and was now going to marry his niece.

The wealthy merchant Hopper had once been a humble clerk, and he then
had married the very beautiful sister of Peter the ferryman.  She had
died, and her young daughter had been educated as well as any young lady
in the land.  Diedrich was well aware of the relationship, and it
increased the confidence he felt in Peter, who was also of his own way
of thinking--indeed, a more thorough Protestant could not have been
found.

Diedrich found his way, at the hour appointed, to Peter Kopplestock's
cottage down by the river-side.  He saw, when leaving his own house, the
usual figure following him, but he hoped, by hiding himself as Peter had
advised him to do, to escape from his pursuer.  The cottage door was
ajar.  He pushed it open and entered.  Peter welcomed him cordially.

"I have sad news for you, my friend," said the ferryman.  "You have been
denounced to the Inquisition as a heretic, and your enemies have
resolved to take your life.  Among them you may reckon Caspar Gaill.  He
thinks that by getting rid of you he may win the hand of my fair niece."

"How do you know that?" asked Diedrich.

"He told me so himself," said the ferryman.  "He is not aware of our
connection, and he takes me to be a Romanist.  He confides to me his
love for Gretchen, if such a fellow has a heart to love, and, in case
she should continue to refuse his hand, he engaged me to assist him in
carrying her off.  A pretty proceeding that would be.  However, I did
not decline his offer, but told him that I was very sure he was
premature in executing his plan; that he must wait patiently, and that
by-and-by, should the young lady continue obdurate, he might put it into
execution."

"But what do you advise me to do?" asked Diedrich.  "I cannot leave
Gretchen--I cannot leave my business to ruin and destruction; I would
rather remain and brave the worst."

"Tell me, have any of those who have been denounced to the Inquisition
escaped from their fangs?" said Peter.  "I trow not; then how do you
hope to escape death if you remain?  Take my advice, my friend; fly
while you can, before your wings are clipped.  It is a hard thing, I
know, for you to leave the girl you love, and it's cruel to neglect a
flourishing business which is affording you a handsome income.  But you
need not lead a life of indolence.  You wear a sword, and you have an
arm to wield it.  You would be welcomed by those bold rovers of the sea,
the `water beggars.'  If you offer your assistance to William de la
Marck, he will gladly accept it.  It would be a glorious thing to assist
in liberating your country, and the only aid we can hope for is from the
ocean.  On shore we cannot withstand the cruel Spaniards, but at sea we
may compete with them successfully."

Diedrich sat silent for some time.

"You cast down my hopes just now, but you have again raised them," he
exclaimed.  "I will go and consult Gretchen.  If she urges me to go, I
will follow your advice; I am sure that she will remain true to me till
I return."

"I wish that I could persuade you to go off at once," said Peter; "your
enemies are vigilant, and determined on your destruction, and any moment
you may find yourself in their power."

Diedrich promised to be cautious, and to keep as much as possible within
the house during the next day, while he would make all the preparation
in his power for his speedy departure, should Gretchen approve of his
intention.

Peter told him that there was a vessel down the river on the point of
sailing.  He was acquainted with the captain, who was a warm partisan of
the Prince of Orange, and would do his utmost to protect him should he
go on board.

Diedrich Meghem was a brave man, but the Inquisition, he knew too well,
was not an institution to be trifled with.  Poor Gretchen was
overwhelmed with grief when she heard of the dangerous position in which
Diedrich was placed.  She urged him to fly without delay, promising
again and again to be faithful to him, and to welcome him as a husband
whenever he should return.  The merchant Hopper also advised him to
leave the country.  Diedrich Meghem had made all the arrangements
possible with his head clerk and manager, and was still writing busily
at his own house, having packed up such articles as he desired to take
with him, when Peter Kopplestock hurried into his room.

"It's time for you to be off at once, my friend," he exclaimed; "this
very night the Inquisitors' officers will visit your house, and if they
find you, will carry you off to an imprisonment from which, with life,
you will never escape.  Here, I have brought this large Spanish cloak;
throw it over your shoulders and follow me.  Your portmanteau and bags I
will take care of."

It was already too dark to distinguish people in the streets.  Peter led
the way down to the river, Diedrich following him.  They were quickly on
board the ferryboat, but Peter, instead of pulling over to the other
bank of the river, rowed down the stream as fast as his arms could urge
on the boat.  Diedrich stepped on board the vessel, where he was
welcomed cordially by the skipper.  Peter threw his portmanteau and bag
over the bulwarks, and giving him his blessing, pulled back to the town.



CHAPTER TWO.

AN UNWELCOME SUITOR--GRETCHEN REFUSES TO ACCEPT CASPAR GAILL--CASPAR
PLOTS WITH FATHER QUIXADA TO BETRAY THE PROTESTANTS--THE MONK'S
TREACHERY.

Gretchen was seated in the parlour of her father's house, busily
employed in tapestry work--the constant occupation of young ladies in
those days, as at present.  The merchant Hopper came in; care and
thought sat on his brow.  His daughter affectionately inquired the cause
of his anxiety.

"I cannot tell you, my child," he answered.  "It is enough to know that
so many of my friends, in various parts of our unhappy land, have been
put to death by fire, and sword, and drowning, through the mandates of
the tyrant Alva, and who knows what may be our fate in this city?
Hitherto we have escaped, but the priests are busy, and are even now
trying to ferret out the Protestants.  I am thankful that our friend
Diedrich escaped; he would certainly otherwise have been seized."

"Oh, Father!  I wish you would try and escape too," said Gretchen; "I
will accompany you.  We can go to England, that land of liberty.  If you
cannot take any of your wealth with you, I will labour for you there.
Surely we shall find friends there, and need not have any fear of
starving."

Their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Caspar
Gaill was announced.  Both the merchant and his daughter received him
coldly.  He came dressed in gay attire, and seemed to consider himself
in the light of a favoured suitor.  Now he spoke to Gretchen, now he
turned to her father.  Again he turned to the young lady, and urged her
to promise to be his.

"You know not the danger to which you are exposed," he observed.  "As
the wife of a well-known Catholic you will be safe, and I may be able to
protect your father.  At present he is in great peril.  I do not
hesitate to tell him so."

The merchant, thanking Caspar for his offer, assured him that he would
not bias his daughter.

"My being in peril must not compel her to give her hand where she cannot
also bestow her heart.  You will not take amiss what I have said, as it
arises from no personal ill-feeling towards you."

In vain Caspar pleaded his cause, and at length, with a frown on his
brow, and an angry glance in his eye, although honeyed words were on his
lips, he took his departure.

Caspar Gaill left the house of the merchant Hopper in no enviable mood.
He took his way through the street till he reached the door of a certain
religious house or monastery, as it was called, and inquired for a
Father Quixada.  He was shown into a cell inhabited by a Spanish monk
who acted as his father confessor.

"How fares your suit with the pretty Gretchen, my son?" asked the
father, who at the same time, however, had observed Caspar's angry look.

The young man shook his head, and replied briefly that he had been
refused.

"No hope?" asked the father.

"None," answered Caspar.

"You would have a better chance if the merchant was out of the way,"
observed the priest.

"Very likely, but he is cautious.  It may be no easy matter to get rid
of him," answered Caspar.

"Follow my advice, my son, and it can be managed.  You have strong
suspicions that he is a Protestant.  Pretend that you have given up his
daughter, but that you desire to be instructed in the new faith.  In a
short time he will trust you, and if he attends any place of meeting
where the Protestants meet, you can introduce me among them.  I can
disguise myself so that they shall not know me, and I may then not only
mark him, but all others who may be present, and inform against them as
may be most convenient."



CHAPTER THREE.

CASPAR PROFESSES THE PROTESTANT FAITH--ATTENDS A MEETING--EFFECT OF THE
GOSPEL ON CASPAR--CASPAR, HOWEVER, KEEPS HIS ENGAGEMENT WITH FATHER
QUIXADA--DOUBTS AND FEARS--THE MONK ATTENDS THE NEXT MEETING, AND NOTES
ALL PRESENT--CASPAR'S REMORSE--THE SPY AGAIN IN THE LITTLE COMPANY--
CASPAR WARNS THE INTENDED VICTIMS--TOO LATE--FATHER AND DAUGHTER IN THE
HANDS OF THE INQUISITION--CONDEMNED--CASPAR DESPAIRS OF THE RESULT OF
HIS WORK--CONSULTS THE FERRYMAN--BUT NEW PLANS FAIL.

Caspar did not at first like this plan.  It was treacherous and
deceitful, and he must act the part of a spy and a hypocrite to carry it
out; but as it was proposed to him by his father confessor, he came to
the conclusion that he ought not to hesitate about it.

The merchant Hopper was surprised a few days after this to receive a
visit from Caspar Gaill.  The young man told him that he had abandoned
all hopes of winning his daughter's hand; indeed, he thought of quitting
the country.  He confessed that he had of late taken every opportunity
of examining the new doctrines, and that he was acquainted enough with
them to make him desire to go to England, where he might study them more
freely, and with greater safety.  "I know not what your opinions may be,
Mr Hopper, but I am very sure that you will not mention mine to any one
else."

The merchant was generally cautious, but the young man's apparent
frankness threw him greatly off his guard.  Caspar, urged on by Father
Quixada, persevered, and at length fully persuaded the merchant Hopper
that he was a convert to the Protestant faith.  A private meeting of
Protestants was to take place, and Caspar entreated that he might be
allowed to be present.  The merchant no longer hesitated.  At the
meeting prayers were offered up, hymns sung, and the simple Gospel
plainly put before those present.  The young man listened attentively in
spite of himself.  He there learned that all men are sinners and justly
condemned; that "God so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten
Son" to suffer instead of sinful man, and to save him from the result of
that determination.  He heard that "the just shall live by faith," not
by any works, not by any good deeds that they can do, not by any forms
and ceremonies to which they may adhere, but simply trusting to the
blood shed for them on Calvary, to the perfect and complete sacrifice
offered up by Christ for them.  He there learned that Jesus Christ had
become sinful man's sin-bearer; that He had fulfilled the obedience
which man had neglected to fulfil; that He came to save sinners, to lift
the weary and heart-broken, the wretched and the penitent, out of their
miserable state; that man is saved simply by turning away from his sins,
from his idolatries, from the thoughtless course he may have hitherto
followed, and looking trustfully, believingly, on Jesus crucified for
him.  The young man went away from the meeting with new thoughts, but
with an unchanged heart.  He had promised to go immediately to Father
Quixada, and he fulfilled his promise, though not without doubt and
hesitation.

"You have done well," said the father.  "Let me once get among these
people, and I will put a stop to their preaching, while you may make
sure of winning pretty Gretchen for your wife, and perchance come in for
a share of the merchant's property, which I may secure for you."

There was to be another meeting the following night.  Caspar passed the
interval in a state of doubt and agitation.  He had promised to
introduce the father, who, disguised as a German merchant just arrived
from the South, was eager to be present.  Often the young man thought he
would try and persuade the father not to go, then that he would
positively refuse to introduce him.  He had, however, already given him
so much information that he would have had no difficulty in finding his
way to the place of meeting by himself.  Still, Caspar might acknowledge
his own treacherous intentions and warn the Protestants of the spy who
was about to be in their midst.  The cunning priest soon discovered his
perplexity, and used every argument to induce him to be satisfied that
he was doing the right thing.  Caspar was over-persuaded, but not
convinced.  The evening came, the meeting took place, and the German
merchant was received as a Christian brother by those present.  He noted
them all, old men, young men, and women of various ranks.

Father Quixada heard the same truths which had been listened to by
Caspar Gaill, but they fell on ground of a different character.  He went
away utterly regardless of them.  He had now, not only the merchant
Hopper, but several other influential and wealthy citizens in his power.
He wished, however, to get more into his net, and hearing that in a day
or two another meeting would take place, at which several other persons
would attend, he laid his plans accordingly.  "I shall have a good haul
by that time," he thought to himself.

Caspar Gaill had in the meantime been seized with remorse.  He had
betrayed the man who had trusted him, the father of one whom he wished
to make his bride; still he dared not warn them.  The friar, he well
knew, had his eye upon him.  He knew too completely the secrets of his
heart, and he felt sure that should he attempt to defeat Father
Quixada's projects, he himself would be the first victim of his
vengeance.

At the intended meeting, not only the merchant Hopper, but his fair
daughter Gretchen was present.  Caspar Gaill came also, but how
different were his thoughts to those he had entertained when first he
entered that hall!

He kept looking anxiously round, hoping that the German merchant might
not appear.  His heart sank, however, when, just before the sermon
began, the seeming merchant appeared, and was, to human eye, the most
devout of all the congregation.  No one joined more heartily in the
hymns of Marot; no one seemed to hang more earnestly on the words of the
speaker.  Again were the glorious truths of the Gospel put forth in
simple language.  Though the merchant's eyes were fixed on the speaker,
and his countenance beamed with intelligence, his thoughts were far
away, occupied in a plan for capturing the whole of those who were
engaged in worship round him.  His quick eye, too, was noting all who
were present.  He marked the fair Gretchen, and knew her at once from
being with her father.

"Caspar has not chosen ill, so far as eye is concerned," he said to
himself.  "No wonder he raves about the little maiden.  He need no
longer have any fears about winning her; she may not love him, but
surely she will rather become his bride than be sent to the stake.  Few
girls would prefer burning, or drowning, or hanging, to a young and
gallant husband.  Caspar is well-favoured, she will not refuse him; we
will give her the choice."

The meeting was brought to a conclusion.  Father Quixada left the hall
with the rest, and after making several turns and twists so as to escape
observation, he took his way to the house where a newly-arrived bishop
lodged, sent from Brussels to look into the religious condition of
Brill.  The bishop and Father Quixada were of kindred spirit.  The
former held an important office in the Holy Inquisition, and felt no
compunction, but on the contrary, considerable satisfaction, at sending
a dozen of his fellow-creatures to suffer death by drowning, or burning,
because they might differ from him on a few theological points.  Father
Quixada explained the plan he had adopted, and received the warm
approval of his superior.

It was late at night.  The fair Gretchen was about to retire to her
room.  The merchant had been engaged at his books and accounts.  He had
been collecting such property as he could put into a portable form, and
had made up his mind to leave Brill forthwith for England.  He had
communicated his intentions to Peter Kopplestock, who highly approved of
them, and had engaged to put him on board a vessel the following morning
by daybreak.  There was a knock at the door.  The merchant himself,
attended by Barbara the housekeeper, went with a light to open it.  A
figure wrapped in a cloak was standing there.

"Admit me for a moment," said the stranger.  "I come to warn you of
danger."

He entered, and the light held by Barbara fell on the features of Caspar
Gaill.

"I come to entreat you to fly immediately.  Even now I may be too late.
The officers of the Inquisition are already proceeding through the city,
to capture certain suspected persons.  You are among them.  I dare not
wait another moment; no mercy would be shown me if I was discovered."

The unhappy young man spoke in a low, trembling voice.  Tears were in
his eyes; he was pale as death.

Again he hastened forth.  He had not dared to confess the whole truth.
The merchant closed the door, and proceeded with yet greater speed with
his preparations.  He sent Barbara to Gretchen's room to tell her to
prepare for flight.  During the housekeeper's absence there was another
knock at the door.  It was repeated with far greater violence when those
without found that it was not opened.  After the warning he had
received, the merchant guessed too well who were his visitors.  He
hastily concealed the property he was about to carry off, and the other
articles he had prepared for his departure.  He then sent Barbara to the
door, who, with unwilling hands, began slowly to withdraw the bolts.

"What is the matter?" she asked; "what are you in such a hurry for?  Why
do you thus disturb quiet citizens from their early rest?"

So nervous was she, however, that she could scarcely continue her
interrogations.  At length the last bolt was withdrawn, and a party in
dark cloaks and masks were seen at the door.

"Where are your master and his daughter?" asked one of them; "they must
accompany us forthwith."

"My master and his daughter!" asked Barbara, "what can you want with
them at this hour of the night?"

"They must come to the Holy Office, to answer certain questions,"
answered the speaker.  "Lead the way."

"But if the door is opened the light will be blown out, and you will be
unable to follow me."

Her great aim was to delay as long as possible, in the hope that by some
means her master and Gretchen might make their escape by the back of the
house.  She was greatly in hope that the light would blow out, that she
might thus have an excuse for a longer delay.

"Come--come! no fooling, mistress!" exclaimed the officer.  "Lead on, or
we must find the way by ourselves."

On this, Barbara proceeded up the broad steps to the floor above.  Two
or three men, however, kept watch below.  In vain were all her
precautions.  In the usual sitting room, quietly seated at a table, were
Gretchen and her father.  They rose as the officers of the Inquisition
entered, and the merchant asked them what they wanted.  The officer
repeated what he had said to Barbara.

"We must obey," said the merchant; "we have no power to resist."

Instantly the father and daughter were surrounded, and carried off
separately.  Poor Barbara wrung her hands in terror as she saw them
depart.  They were carried along to the prison in which those accused by
the Inquisition were confined.  Brill had for some time been free from
such visitations, but the presence of Alva at Brussels had stirred up
the authorities, and victims were sought for throughout every town in
Flanders.

They were not allowed to languish long in prison before their trial took
place.  It was very short, for they did not deny the accusations brought
against them.  They refused to acknowledge that the elements of bread
and wine were really the body and blood of Christ.

"Christ is in heaven," answered the merchant Hopper, "at the right hand
of God; He cannot be on earth at the same time.  I don't believe that
sinful man, by a few words, would have the power of changing bread and
wine into flesh and blood.  If there was a change, our sense would give
us evidence of that change.  The bread remains bread, and the wine,
wine.  But more than this, I see no authority in Scripture for this
belief.  Christ told us to take bread and wine in remembrance of the
last supper He took with His disciples on earth, or rather, of the great
sacrifice which He was about to offer up, the last, the only one which
God would ever accept, all previous ones being types of this; promising
us the same support to our spiritual nature that the bread and wine
gives to our physical nature.  He often speaks of Himself as a door, as
a rock, as a corner-stone of a building.  In the same way He speaks of
His flesh and blood.  He intends us to understand that we are
spiritually to feed on Him, that is to say, to trust on His sacrifice,
His blood shed for us."

"This is heresy!  You need say no more," said the judge.  "And your
daughter there, what does she say to these things?"

"I agree with my father," answered Gretchen, firmly.  "I believe that
the just shall live by faith; that neither our works nor our obedience
to the Church of Rome will help in any way to save us.  Christ has
accomplished that great and glorious work, and only requires us to take
hold of it by faith."

"Enough--enough!" exclaimed the Inquisitor, stamping; "you have
condemned yourself by your own words.  We need no other witnesses,
though we can prove that you and others were present at heretical
meetings.  That circumstance alone was sufficient to condemn you to
death.  We may afford you a few days for consideration and repentance.
If you will recant your errors, you may receive a more merciful
sentence, but if not, you, Andrew Hopper, are condemned to be burned
alive; and you, Gretchen Hopper, to be drowned in a tank at the place of
execution."

Several other persons were brought up before the Inquisitors, the
greater number of whom were condemned to death.  Andrew Hopper's
property was confiscated to the use of the state, or in other words, to
assist Duke Alva in riveting yet more firmly his yoke upon the necks of
their countrymen.  Both Andrew Hopper and Gretchen Hopper bore their
fate with firmness and resignation.  The chief regret of his daughter
was that she was separated from her father.  She longed to be with him
that she might comfort and support him.  Her thoughts, too, occasionally
went back to her lover Diedrich.  Where was he all the time?  Alas! she
would never see him again in this world, but she prayed that he might
remain firm to the truth, and meet her in a more glorious state of
existence.

When Caspar Gaill found what had taken place, he was in despair.  He
felt inclined to throw himself into the Meuse, and there end his life.
He accused himself, very justly, of having caused the destruction of one
he professed to love.

Might he yet do anything to save Gretchen?  She might, perhaps, be got
off, though it was not likely that her father would be allowed to
escape.  At first he thought of trying to get Father Quixada to plead
for Gretchen, but he shuddered when he remembered the character of the
man, and felt that even should the priest get her off, her condition
would possibly not be improved.  At last he bethought himself of
consulting Peter Kopplestock.  He had already told him of his love for
Gretchen, he might possibly induce the ferryman to assist in her
escape--no easy task, however, and one full of perils.  Peter had not
before heard of the seizure of the merchant Hopper and his daughter.  He
was naturally indignant in the extreme against all concerned.

"We must be cautious, however," he said at length, recovering his
calmness.  "I tell you, however, Caspar Gaill, I believe you have had
something to do with it.  You may be sorry now when it is too late.
However, you must now exert yourself.  Your father and the Bishop of
Mons are old friends.  You must endeavour to get the execution of these
people deferred for a few days.  That will give me more time to devise a
scheme for their escape.  A little bribery will probably have
considerable effect.  You have plenty of wealth, expend it liberally in
this cause; you may thus somewhat repair the harm you have done."

Caspar promised to follow the advice of Peter, declaring that he would
spend every guilder he possessed to aid his object.  Day after day
passed by, the accused refused to recant, and the Inquisitor declared
that he could not "longer delay affording the true Catholics in the
place the pleasure of seeing their Protestant fellow-citizens committed
to the flames."

Caspar bribed liberally as he promised, but though his money was taken
there was no good result.  At length the day arrived when the executions
were to take place.  A stage was erected with a gibbet on it and huge
casks of water.  Below, on the solid ground, stakes with chains were
driven into the ground; while near the gibbet was a post with a chain in
which those who were to be mercifully strangled before being thrown into
the flames were to be placed.  It was a fearful-looking spectacle--
fearful from its very simplicity.  There was no parade nor decoration,
nothing to conceal the naked horror of the work.



CHAPTER FOUR.

THE BEGGARS OF THE SEA--PETER CHERISHES NEW HOPES--PETER IS SENT AS AN
ENVOY FROM THE ROVERS--THE EXECUTIONS ARE SUSPENDED, AND CASPAR SENT TO
TREAT WITH THE BEGGARS--CASPAR RESIGNS GRETCHEN TO DIEDRICH--THE BEGGARS
OF THE SEA ATTACK BRILL--DIEDRICH VISITS THE INQUISITION--FATHER QUIXADA
ATTEMPTS TO KEEP HIS PRISONERS, BUT IS DEFEATED--BRILL IS CAPTURED BY
THE PROTESTANTS--AND BECOMES THE CRADLE OF THE DUTCH REPUBLIC.

Peter Kopplestock was in despair.  He had in vain attempted to obtain an
interview with his young niece, or to send her any message.  The
prisoners were so strictly watched that he was unable even to send her a
message.  Her death and that of her worthy father seemed sealed.  Peter
in despair returned to his post; it was time for him to be ready to
ferry passengers across the river.  He had taken one party across, and
was returning once more to Brill, when down the river a fleet of several
large vessels was seen standing up towards the town.  Peter watched them
with interest.  That they were not merchant vessels, he was well aware.
They were not Spanish ships either.  He came to the conclusion,
therefore, that they must be the Beggars of the Sea.  Concealing his own
feelings, he informed his passengers, who wished to know his opinions.
They were the powerful fleet of those redoubted rovers, and there could
be little doubt that they had come up to attack Brill.  By the time he
had fully worked upon the fears of his passengers, they arrived at the
landing-place on the side of the city.  Instantly the whole party rushed
up towards the town, spreading the alarming information they had
received.  He told them also that for their sakes he would venture down
the river, and try and ascertain more particulars.  Some urged him not
to run so great a risk.  He laughingly answered that it mattered little,
that they could but hang him if he was caught, and that many an honest
man was every day suffering a worse fate than that, thanks to the Duke
of Alva.

Peter rowed away down the river as hard as he could urge on his boat.
As he approached the fleet he was more convinced than ever that he was
right.  The first vessel he hailed was commanded, he was told, by
William de Blois, Seigneur of Treslong, a noble whose brother had been
executed by the Duke of Alva, and who had himself fought by the side of
Count Louis at Yemmingen, where he was desperately wounded.

Kopplestock was an old acquaintance of his, and was immediately
recognised.  Treslong welcomed him warmly; he was the very man he wished
to meet.  Peter, nothing loth, communicated at once the events going
forward in the city, and urged an immediate attack.  Here was a means,
he hoped, of saving his friends.

"Depend upon it we are not anxious to delay, for the honest truth is, we
have scarcely a piece of biscuit or a lump of cheese remaining on board
any of the ships in the fleet.  Our fellows are literally starving, and
land we must, somewhere or other, and forage for food.  However, come,
my friend, we will go on board the admiral's ship, and hear what he says
to the proposal of an immediate attack."

Treslong, getting into Peter's boat, proceeded forthwith to the ship of
Admiral De la Marck.  The first person Peter caught sight of on board
was Diedrich Megheni.  Even Peter thought he had never seen a wilder set
of ruffians than the crew of the flag-ship, but they were all far
surpassed by the admiral himself.  His hair was long and shaggy, his
beard hung down over his chest, joined by his whiskers, pendant from his
cheeks, while his huge moustache projected out far on either side.  He
was in no ways loth to attack the place.  "My jolly Beggars will soon
make themselves masters of the town," he observed; "but as you wish it,
Treslong, we will see what diplomacy will do first.  Who will take a
message to the magistrates of the city?"

"Our worthy friend Peter Kopplestock will do so," observed Treslong.
"Here, take my ring; it will accredit you as our envoy.  If the town
will surrender, we promise to treat all the inhabitants with
consideration and tenderness; if not, they must take the consequences."

Peter, receiving further directions, jumped into his boat, and hurried
back towards the town.

The hour for the execution of the condemned heretics was approaching.
If he could work upon the fears of the Inquisitor, they might yet be
saved.

While Peter is rowing with all his might up towards Brill, the sudden
appearance of the ships of the Sea-beggars must be accounted for.  The
fleet of De la Marck had been lying for some time in different ports in
the south of England, sallying forth occasionally and making prizes of
Spanish ships.  It was the policy of Queen Elizabeth and her Government
at this time to remain at peace; and the Duke of Alva's commissioners
had been urging on her that the continued countenance afforded by the
English to the Beggars of the Sea must inevitably lead to a war with
Spain.  Towards the end of March, therefore, De la Marck received a
peremptory order from Elizabeth to quit the shores of England, while her
subjects were forbidden to supply them with meat, bread, beer, or any
other necessaries.  The rover fleet set sail, therefore, from Dover, on
one of the last days in March, with scarcely any provisions on board.
They stood over, accordingly, towards the coast of Zealand; and finally
entered, as has been described, the river Meuse.

Peter quickly reached the town, and pushed through the crowd of
inhabitants, who came round him, asking him all sorts of questions, to
none of which he would reply, except to say that a large force of the
Water-beggars, some thousands, as far as he could tell, were about to
enter the city, and cut all their throats if they were opposed, or if
they found that any of their friends had been injured.

"Take care what the Inquisitors are about," he added.  "If these people
whom they have condemned to death are executed, depend upon it the
Water-beggars will put every man and woman in the place to death.  Just
see about that matter."

Pushing on, he made his appearance in the town-house, where the
magistrates were assembled.  He told them that he had been sent by the
fierce Admiral De la Marck, and by Treslong, who was well known to them;
that two commissioners on the part of the city should be sent out to
confer with them.  He had to assure them that the deputies would be
courteously treated, and he was ordered to say that the only object of
those who had sent him was to free the land, and to overthrow the
tyranny of the Spaniards.

"And how many men under him has De la Marck, do you think?" asked the
chief magistrate.

"It would be difficult for me to count them," answered Peter,
carelessly, "considering I only saw some of their ships; but there are
probably some five thousand in all, more or less; but they are desperate
fellows, and equal to twice the number of ordinary mortals."

On hearing this, the magistrates made long faces at each other.

"It is clear that we cannot resist such a force," observed one; "but
what shall we do?  Shall we negotiate, or shall we fly?"

"In my opinion, it would be judicious to do both," observed a sagacious
old burgher.  "We should negotiate in order to gain time to run away."

"But which two men will be found to proceed to the rebel fleet as our
envoys?" asked another.  "It is an honourable post, is no one ready to
fill it?"

There seemed a great likelihood of the negotiations breaking down for
want of envoys to carry them on.  At this juncture Caspar Gaill made his
appearance in the court-house.

"I will go," he said, "on one condition: that the executions which were
to take place this morning are suspended.  If we put to death the
fellow-religionists of these people, they are not likely to treat us
with much mercy."

The justice of Caspar's remark was at once seen; and in spite of the
protestations of the Inquisitor and the other priests, that it would be
impious to take their victims out of the hands of the Church, the
magistracy decided that the criminals should be immediately respited.

"If we determine on fighting, and put the enemy to flight, you holy
fathers may then execute due punishment on the heretics," observed one
of the magistrates; "but, in the meantime, we prefer not to subject
ourselves to the rage of these desperate freebooters."

Caspar quickly persuaded another friend to accompany him on board the
fleet, and, rowed by Peter, they proceeded on board the admiral's ship.
It was there the rivals met.  Caspar, before entering the admiral's
cabin, had just time to exchange a few words with Diedrich.

"I resign Gretchen to you," he whispered; "I am not worthy of her.  I
acted a vile and treacherous part, and was very nearly the cause of the
destruction of her and her father.  They are now, I trust, safe; unless
those vile priests prove treacherous.  At all events there is no time to
be lost in hastening on shore, that they may be completely rescued from
their power."

As soon as the message of the magistrates was received, the sailors
quickly leaped into their boats, and hastened on shore.  The rovers were
divided into two parties.  One, under Treslong, made an attack upon the
southern gates; while the other, commanded by the admiral, advanced upon
the northern.  The governor of the city, it appeared, had not agreed to
the proposals of the magistrates, and had made preparations to resist
their entrance.  Hungry men, especially of the character of the
sea-rovers, are not likely to be stopped by trifles.  Treslong and his
followers forthwith attacked the gates with great fury.  Just at the
moment that they forced an entrance, the governor of the city was
endeavouring to take his departure.  He was, however, arrested by the
rovers.  Meantime De la Marck and his men, lighting a huge fire at the
northern gate, rigged a battering-ram, formed out of a ship's mast; and
as the fire burned the wood of the gates, they commenced battering away
with might and main.  The gates quickly gave way; and, dashing the
embers of the fire aside, the bold sailors, sword in hand, rushed into
the town, and speedily found themselves masters of the place.  Among
those who had accompanied Treslong was Diedrich Meghem.  Peter
Kopplestock had kept by his side.  A choice band of seamen had followed
Diedrich.

"Follow me, lads," he exclaimed, as soon as they were inside the gates;
"our first work must be to set the prisoners of the Inquisition free."

He and Peter rushed on, followed by a party of seamen.  The Inquisitors
and monks endeavoured to prevent their entrance.  The doors were very
soon battered in.  Gretchen, who expected every instant to be led forth
to execution, was on her knees in her cell.  She heard the noise, little
suspecting the cause.  At that moment the door opened, and a monk
appeared.  She looked up, and beheld the stern features of Father
Quixada.  There was a glance in his eye which made her tremble.

"Have you come to lead me to death?" she asked.

"No, I would give you your liberty; follow me."

"No; I will not," she exclaimed, regarding him with a look of horror.

He rushed forward, and seized her by the arm, and was dragging her along
the passage, when footsteps were heard approaching; and the ray of
sunlight which streamed along the passage fell on a party of men who
were hurrying through it.  Their leader was Diedrich Meghem.  With a cry
of joy, Gretchen, tearing herself from the grasp of the monk, darted
forward towards another part of the prison.  The patriot seamen soon
discovered the cell in which the merchant Hopper was confined, and he
and all the other prisoners were quickly liberated.  A large number of
the citizens had escaped; but several monks and priests who had remained
in the convent were captured, as well as the governor and some other
civil authorities.  Admiral De la Marck took possession of the town in
the name of the Prince of Orange.  Thus the weary spirit of freedom, so
long a fugitive over earth and sea, at length found a resting-place; and
the foundation of the Dutch Republic was laid in the little city of
Brill.  No indignity was offered to the inhabitants of either sex, and
all those who remained were treated with consideration.  The captors,
however, took possession of the best houses, and very naturally made
themselves at home.  The inclination to plunder the churches, however,
could not long be restrained.  The altars and images were destroyed,
while the rich furniture and the gorgeous vestments of the priests were
appropriated by the rovers.  Adam van Haren, who commanded one of the
ships, appeared on his vessel's deck attired in a magnificent high-mass
chasuble; while his seamen dressed themselves up in the various other
vestments which the Romish clergy had been wont to wear on their grand
festivals.  So great was the hatred of the admiral for everything
connected with the Church of Rome, that thirteen unfortunate monks and
priests, including Father Quixada, who had been taken prisoners, were,
by his orders, a few days after the capture of the city, executed in the
very way that they had intended to put to death the victims of the
Inquisition.  Caspar Gaill joined the fleet of De la Marck, and was soon
afterwards killed in an action with some Spanish ships.  In spite of
Duke Alva's attempt to retake Brill, the city remained ever afterwards
faithful to the Prince of Orange.  Diedrich and Gretchen were the first
persons united according to the Protestant form in Brill, after its
capture, and their descendants have ever been among its most respected
inhabitants.



CHAPTER FIVE.

FRANK CARLTON--A STORY OF NIAGARA

NIAGARA--ITS GRANDEUR AND DANGERS--FANNY REJECTS FRANK BECAUSE HE IS NOT
A HERO--SCARCITY OF HEROES--FANNY'S NEPHEWS GET INTO A BOAT--THEY DRIFT
AWAY--NO HOPE--HELP AT THE LAST--A FEARFUL STRUGGLE--FANNY FINDS FRANK
IS A HERO AFTER ALL.

Niagara, the father of waters!  The name is significant of something
grand; words are inadequate to describe the mighty cataract.  The waters
which rush down from Lake Superior, passing through Lake Huron and Lake
Saint Clair, and onward across Lake Erie, finally force their course in
a northern direction into Lake Ontario.  On first leaving Lake Erie,
they flow in a tranquil current, and divide, leaving an island in the
centre, on which a thousand cattle save one are said to feed.  Then the
rapidity of the current increases, till those who voyage on its bosom
see in front of them, raised high in the blue sky, a cloud of vapour.
This is said to be the crown of Niagara, the vapoury particles
collecting from the boiling caldron below.

Proceeding onward, a roaring sound is heard, the current increases in
rapidity, and ahead appears a line of foaming breakers.  Those who once
get within their power must give up all hope of life.  No vessel built
with mortal hands can live amidst those furious rapids.  In the centre a
rocky island appears, thickly covered with trees, and while one portion
of the stream rushes directly on, and takes a leap downwards of 200
feet, the other and smaller portion, sweeping round Goat Island, finds
its way into the lower level, over the cliff on the right bank of the
river.  The last-mentioned fall is known as the American fall, as the
territory on that side of the river belongs to the United States.

Onward the waters rush, between lofty cliffs, at a distance of three
miles, when they meet an opposing rock, and, circling round and round,
form a fearful whirlpool.  No one falling into that circling eddy has
ever escaped with life.  The stoutest boat would soon be dashed to
pieces.

At length the waters find their way out by a narrow passage, and rush
onward into Lake Ontario.  A long fall across the direct current of the
River is known as the Horseshoe Fall.  Standing on the British bank of
the stream, it is seen on the right, with the American fall directly
opposite the spectator.  In the latter fall many fearful accidents have
occurred.

The scenery above the Falls is very different to that below.  In the
latter the banks are high and precipitous, and the stream flows on 200
feet below the summit of the cliffs.  Above the cataract, on the
contrary, the river presents the appearance rather of a large lake.  The
woods, consisting of firs, and birch, and maple, come close down to the
water, their branches overhanging the stream.  Here and there are
clearings.  Many mills moved by water power, and numerous farms, extend
along the banks on either side.

It was somewhere above the rapids that a young man, clad in homely
costume but with the appearance and bearing of a gentleman, was walking
by the river's brink.  By his side was a fair girl.  He was speaking to
her earnestly and gently, but she seemed to be turning an indifferent
ear to his words.

"I acknowledge your merits, Mr Carlton, but really I cannot see that I
should be expected to give my heart and hand, as you ask me, to one who
has not done anything to show that he is above the ordinary run of
respectable young gentlemen."  The girl spoke in a somewhat bantering
tone.

"But really, Miss Fanny Aveling, you are expecting too much at the
present day.  Gentlemen cannot go forth with a lance and fight in
tournaments, as in days of yore, to win the admiration of the ladies of
their love.  I offer you an honest heart, and I have every reason to
believe I shall establish a comfortable home; and really I think that is
a more sensible thing than running the risk of getting a knock on the
head for no purpose whatever."

"How fearfully matter-of-fact you are," answered Fanny.  "I tell you I
do not like matter-of-fact people.  If you had been a soldier or sailor,
and had fought the battles of your country, and got wounded, and
obtained a number of medals for your gallantry, I might possibly have
felt differently towards you."

"But I have had no opportunity of doing anything of the sort," urged
Frank Carlton.  "I came out here to form an estate, and I have succeeded
in what I undertook, while a number of other persons with similar
opportunities have failed.  I do not say this for the sake of boasting,
but simply as a fact which is certainly not discreditable."

"Humdrum," answered the young lady, half to herself.  "Numbers have done
as well."

"So they have," said Frank Carlton, "and are married and settled, and
have every reason to be thankful that they came to the country."

"Well, Mr Carlton, there is no use carrying on the conversation
further," exclaimed Fanny: "You ask me to give you my heart and hand; I
frankly confess I have no inclination to do so."

"But, surely, you have led me to suppose you would," said Frank, in a
tone of reproach.

"That was when I did not think you in earnest," said Fanny.  "If you had
said this before, I should have given you an answer which might then
have satisfied you."

"Nothing will satisfy me but `yes,'" said Frank, "for I believe that you
have more sense than you pretend to have."

"That is to say, you think I have sense enough to love you," said Fanny,
still in a tone of banter.  "We part as friends, however, and if you
insist on coming to call upon my sister, Mrs Barton, of course I cannot
help it, only do not for a moment suppose that I give you any
encouragement."

Frank Carlton, having graduated at Oxford, had come out a few years
before to set up as a farmer in Canada.  He had enjoyed the advantage of
studying under a Scotch farmer for a year, and this gave him more
knowledge of agricultural affairs than is possessed by many of the young
men who go out to settle.  He had also given his mind to the work, and
what was of great importance, had withstood the temptations to idleness
into which so many fall.  He was also a man of refined tastes and
habits, which he did not allow the rough life of a settler to make him
abandon.  Captain and Mrs Barton were among his nearest neighbours.  He
had been for some time a constant visitor at the house, and two little
boys, the children of Mrs Barton, were his especial favourites.

Fanny Aveling had, the year before, come out from England, and not long
after her arrival Frank Carlton began to reflect that his house would be
in a far better condition than it was at the present, if he could place
a mistress at its head.  He had had no reason to suppose that Miss
Aveling was indifferent towards him, until the day on which the
conversation which has been described took place.  He was still, it must
be owned, somewhat in doubt about the matter.  He did not suppose that
she cared for anybody else; indeed he knew of no visitor at the house
likely to have won her affections.  He therefore, as most men would have
done under similar circumstances, lived on in the hope of ultimately
winning her.  Still, week after week passed, and though he made frequent
visits to Captain Barton's, Miss Aveling's manner towards him remained
totally unchanged.  At length, sanguine as he was, he began to fear that
he had misplaced his affections.  He also grew distant in his manner
towards her, and he seldom paid a visit to the house of his former
friends.

Mrs Barton could not but suspect the cause, for she, it must be owned,
was favourable to Frank Carlton, and thought that her sister could not
make a more desirable match.

"What more can you require in a man than Frank possesses, Fanny?" she
said one day to her sister.

"Yes," observed Fanny, "he is honest, and he does not smoke, and he does
not drink, and he does not use bad language, that I know of, and he's
very respectable; in fact, in my opinion, he is made up of negatives."

"Oh, you foolish girl!" exclaimed Mrs Barton; "you want him to threaten
to leave you for ever, or to jump down the Falls, or to commit some
other outrageous act, and then perhaps your feelings would be worked up,
and you would be ready to entreat him to remain and be yours."

"No, I tell you I don't care for him, that I know of, and don't know
that I ever shall," answered Fanny, petulantly.  "I have made up my
mind, when he next comes, to let him understand that very clearly."

As it happened, Frank paid another visit the following day to the
Bartons.  Fanny certainly did contrive to show him that there were no
hopes of her becoming his wife.

He would make a tour through the country, visit Toronto, Montreal, and
perhaps go down to Quebec.  Or he would make a trip to the Far West,
across Lake Superior to the Red River Settlement, and visit the small
band of his countrymen collected there.  At first he thought he would
start at once, and not pay a farewell visit to the Bartons.

It happened that Mrs Barton, her sister, and her two little boys,
Frank's favourites, Ernest and Harry, were strolling about by the bank
of the river.  They had gone somewhere down in the direction of the
rapids, when Fanny exclaimed that the scenery, already tinged by the
bright hue of autumn, was so beautiful that she must stop and make a
sketch.

The two sisters sat down on the bank, while Fanny, with the hand of an
artist, rapidly sketched the scene.  She had to employ the most gorgeous
colours which her colour-box could supply, and even then could scarcely
give sufficient brightness to the landscape.  While she was sketching,
the little boys ran along the bank, where, moored to the shore, they
found a boat, and very naturally got into it.  Their mother and aunt did
not observe them.  They got out the oars, and began to make believe that
they were rowing.  Now they pulled on one side and then on the other.
Harry, the youngest, tired of rowing, put in the oar, and began to play
with the "painter."  The boat had been carelessly secured, and by some
means or other he let the painter slip.  Ernest, in the meantime, who
was still rowing, turned the boat round, and before the boys knew what
was happening, they were drifting from the shore.  Already, before they
saw their danger, they were too far off to regain the bank.  Often they
had been told of the fearful risk of being carried off by the current.
They screamed with fear.  Their cries aroused their mother and aunt.
Several people also had been attracted by them from a neighbouring farm,
but no boat was to be seen at hand in which they could be followed.
Already the boat was moving down the current.  It was still some
distance from the rapids: but, unless stopped in its course, it must
eventually reach them.

Mrs Barton and Fanny cried in vain to the spectators to aid in rescuing
the children.  Some of the men ran along the bank up the stream, but
others stood still, and declared they had no power to save the children.

"Still, if you would but swim in, you might get on board the boat before
it has gone far," exclaimed Mrs Barton.

"And run a pretty fair chance of losing our own lives," was the reply
made by some of the men.

Some way down, another boat was at length seen.  It was a small, frail
skiff, and moored very near the commencement of the rapids.

"Will any one try and save my children?" exclaimed Mrs Barton in
despair.

Again the men shook their heads.

"Not for a thousand pounds.  Before one could reach the boat in that
rotten canoe, she would be among the rapids."

The fond mother and Fanny became almost frantic with despair.  Just at
that moment a figure was seen bounding down from a neighbouring height.
In an instant, with a knife, he cut the painter securing the skiff to
the shore.  A pair of paddles were in the skiff.  He leaped in and
shoved off from the bank.  Mrs Barton knew him, and so did Fanny.

"It's Frank Carlton!" they exclaimed.  "Oh, blessings on him!  May God
protect him!"

Already the boat was approaching the commencement of the rapids.  Once
in their power, even his sturdy arms could scarcely stem the current.
Not for one moment did he calculate the difficulty or danger he was to
undergo.  With rapid strokes he pursued the floating boat.  How eagerly
did the fond mother watch his proceedings!  She stood apparently calm on
the bank, only now and then extending her arms, as if she would draw
back the boat which contained her loved ones.

Still, to those who looked on it seemed scarcely possible that the
children could escape.  If they were lost, so also would be Frank
Carlton.  Still he pursued.  The motion of the boat which contained the
boys showed its near approach to the rapids.  In two or three minutes it
would be within their power.  It seemed hardly credible that he could
reach it even in that time.  Onward he went, every now and then turning
his head round to watch the boat.  Already it began to leap and toss.
The water foamed around it.

"See! he has got alongside!" exclaimed the people from the shore; "but
will he have strength to stem the current on his return?"

A glance showed him that two oars were in the boat.  Leaving his canoe
to its fate, he leaped into the boat, and seized the oars.  Now came a
fearful struggle.  Should an oar give way, he and his young friends must
inevitably be lost.  He nerved himself for the undertaking by offering
up prayer for strength to One who alone can give it.  Grasping the oars,
he placed his feet firmly at the bottom of the boat, and rowed manfully.
At first it seemed to those who looked on that he made no way.  The
boat's head was up the stream, but still she seemed to be going slowly
and surely downwards.  He struggles on.  The water foams around the boat
on every side.  Yes! he is making way--he has gained an inch, another
and another.  Slowly the boat moves onward, out of the power of the
rapids.  A foot is gained.  Still, by the exertions he is making, his
strength must become exhausted.  He rows on and on; the boat makes
headway.  Surely the prayers of that fond mother are heard.  The gallant
young man renews his exertions.  He is resolved, God helping him, to
save the children.  He thinks not of himself, or what will be the
consequences to his own frame.  The veins seem starting from his
forehead.  Those only who have gone through such a contest, can
understand what he had to endure.  The people from the neighbouring
farms now eagerly crowd the shores, ready to render him assistance when
he reaches it.  Some, however, even now doubt whether he will accomplish
the undertaking.  Should his strength fail, even for an instant, the
boat would quickly be carried back, with those on board, to destruction.
With all his strength he continues rowing, looking neither to the right
hand nor the left.  His eyes are on the young children who sit crouching
down in terror at the bottom of the boat.  With a smile, he endeavours
to encourage them.  Again and again he cries to Heaven for strength.
Gradually the boat approaches the shore.  Now it has reached an upward
eddy.  Still he rows on, and the boat safely reaches the bank.  Scarcely
conscious of his success, he is lifted out of the boat, and eager hands
restore the children to their mother.  She clasps them to her bosom, and
pours out her gratitude to their deliverer.  But there is one kneeling
by his side who entreats those who stand by to bring some water to bathe
his brow.  The handkerchief tied round his throat is loosened.  He
returns to consciousness, and sees Fanny Aveling bending over him.  In a
short time he declares himself sufficiently recovered to walk, and a
joyful party returned to Barton Lodge.

Our tale is finished.  Though he returned home that evening, Frank could
not do otherwise than, the following morning, visit Barton Lodge, to
enquire after the boys.  Fanny Aveling no longer received him as had
been her wont.

"You have done something," she exclaimed.  "Yes, I see it is not
necessary for a man to go and fight, and kill his fellow-creatures, to
be a hero.  Oh, Frank, what a very silly girl I have been!"

Frank assured her he was confident she would be a wise woman in future,
and it is scarcely necessary to add that Frank's establishment soon had
a mistress at its head.



CHAPTER SIX.

FAITHFUL AND BRAVE

A BIG SCAMP AND A TRUE MAN--ELLIS VISITED BY HIS SWEETHEART--READS HIS
BIBLE ON BOARD SHIP--TRIALS AND PERSECUTIONS--ELLIS KNOCKS JONES DOWN--
DANGER--JONES SHIRKS AND ELLIS ENCOUNTERS IT--A CHRISTIAN WOMAN'S TEST--
A TERRIBLE PREDICAMENT--THE MIDDY SAVED BY ELLIS--AND THE SAILORS
ASCRIBE IT TO THE POWER OF PRAYER.

I was many years ago, first-lieutenant of the _Rainbow_ frigate.  We
were fitting out alongside the old _Topaz_ hulk, in Portsmouth Harbour,
for the North American and West India stations, at that time united
under one command.  We were nearly ready for sea, but still were a good
many hands short of our complement.  For want of better, we had entered
several men, who would, I was afraid, prove but hard bargains; one
especially, who gave the name of John Jones, was a great, big, hulking
fellow, with an unpleasant expression of countenance, out of whom I
guessed but little work was to be got.  The same day he joined, another
man came aboard and volunteered.  He was a fine, active, intelligent
fellow.  He said that his name was William Ellis, and that he had been
eight years at sea, in the merchant service.  If there was little work
in Jones, there was plenty in him I saw, though he was a remarkably
quiet-looking man.  He answered the questions put to him, but did not
volunteer a word about himself.

We had gone out to Spithead, and the Blue Peter was flying aloft, when a
shore boat came alongside.  In the boat was a young woman, nicely,
though very plainly dressed, and a lad, who looked like her brother.
She asked leave to come on board, and inquired for William Ellis.  Ellis
was aloft.  His name had been loudly called along the lower deck,
before, casting his eyes below, having finished his work, they fell on
her.  She gave a half-shriek of terror as she saw him, quick as
lightning, gliding down the rigging.  He, in another moment, was by her
side.  A blush was on his manly cheek, as he took her hand and warmly
pressed it.  They talked earnestly for some time.  He did not ask her to
move from the spot where they stood.  At length, with a sigh, having
shaken hands with the lad, he prepared to help her into the boat.  Her
last words, pronounced in a firm, though sweet voice, were, "Oh!
remember."

I was particularly struck by her quiet, modest manner, and her pleasing,
intelligent expression of countenance.  We had despatches for Jamaica
and other West India Islands, which we visited in turn.  Ellis
continued, as at first, one of the most quiet, well-behaved men in the
ship.  Every moment of his watch below--that is to say, when off duty--
he was engaged in reading, chiefly, as I afterwards found, the Bible.
In those days, a Bible on the lower deck was a rarity, and religious
books were still less often seen.  The _Rainbow_ formed no exception to
the rule, and Ellis got to be looked at with suspicion and dislike by
the greater number of the men.  He was equally disliked by some of the
officers.  The reason was clear--his life and example was a reproach to
them.

We had not been long in that treacherous clime before "Yellow Jack," as
sailors call the yellow fever, came on board.  Numbers of our crew were
speedily down with it.  Several died, and the pestilence increased.  The
ship's company, as sometimes occurs, took a panic, and men who would
boldly have faced a visible enemy, trembled with dread at the thoughts
of being struck down by the fever.  It was difficult to get men to
attend properly on the sick.  Ellis was an exception; he immediately
volunteered for that duty, and was indefatigable in its performance.  He
did more, I found; he spoke words of counsel and encouragement to the
sick and dying; he pointed out to them the Saviour, on whom looking with
repentance and faith in His all-sufficient work, they might be assured
of forgiveness.

Harry Lethbridge, a young midshipman, was among the first attacked.
Ellis carefully watched over the boy.  Whenever he had performed his
other duties, he returned to the side of the hammock in which Harry lay,
bathed his face, sponged out his mouth, and gave him cooling drinks,
like the most gentle of nurses.  More than once the doctor told me,
however, that he was afraid the young midshipman would slip through his
fingers, and he afterwards said that he considered it was mostly owing
to the very great attention paid to him by Ellis that he had escaped.
Ellis did more; he spoke to Harry, when his strength was returning, in a
way to touch his heart,--he told him how he had been saved from the jaws
of death by a God who loved his soul, and he showed how alone that soul
could be saved, and how freely and fully it would be saved, if he would
but accept the redemption offered him.

Notwithstanding the way Ellis had behaved during the fever, John Jones,
and men of his stamp, of whom there were many, continued to sneer at him
on account of his religion.  "Any old woman, or young girl, could have
done as well as he did,--nursing a few sick men and boys: what was
that!" they said.  "It didn't make him a bit more of a man."

From the West Indies we were sent to North America, to do away with the
effects of the fever.  Knowing what a quiet man Ellis was, I was
somewhat surprised when one day, on the passage to Halifax, John Jones
came up to me on deck, fuming with rage, and preferred a formal charge
against him, for having assaulted and thrashed him.  I, of course, as in
duty bound, sent for Ellis, and witnesses on both sides, to examine into
the case.  Ellis appeared, hat in hand, and at once acknowledged that he
had thrashed Jones, but offered as an excuse that Jones and other men
had systematically annoyed him whenever he sat down to read the Bible,
and that at last Jones, encouraged by his previous forbearance, had
snatched up the book and made off with it, threatening to throw it
overboard.  "I could bear it no longer, sir," said Ellis; "so I knocked
him over, that I might get back my Bible, and read it afterwards in
peace.  Besides, sir, he said that people who read the Bible are never
worth anything, only just fit to nurse sick people, and that come a gale
of wind, or any danger, they would always be found skulking below."

"In that respect you, Jones, are wrong, and you had no business to
snatch away Ellis's Bible; but you, Ellis, broke through the rules of
discipline by knocking Jones over.  You must reserve your blows for the
enemies of your country.  I must therefore punish you.  It is your first
offence, but it is too serious a one to be overlooked.  Go below."

I inflicted as light a punishment as I well could on Ellis.  After he
had undergone it, he came to me and expressed his regret at having lost
his temper, without in any way attempting to exculpate himself.

We reached Halifax, remained there a fortnight refitting, and again
sailed to cruise off the coast.  Nova Scotia possesses a rocky,
forbidding shore, near which a seaman would dislike to be caught with a
gale blowing on it.  One night, on a passage round to Prince Edward's
Island, we had kept closer in shore, in consequence of the fineness of
the weather, than would, under other circumstances, have been prudent.
The captain was ill below.  Suddenly the wind shifted, and blew directly
on shore.  I was called up, and hurrying on deck, saw at once that we
were to have a rough night of it.

The first thing to be done was to get a good offing.  Accordingly I
hauled to the wind, and as it was not yet blowing very hard, I kept the
canvas on her which had previously been set.  Suddenly a squall, its
approach unseen, struck the ship, and before a sheet could be started,
the main-topgallant yard was carried away, and the spar, wildly beating
about in the now furiously-blowing gale, threatened to carry away, not
only the topgallant mast, but the topmast itself.  The loss of more of
our spars at such a moment might have been disastrous in the extreme.
To clear away the spar was, therefore of the greatest importance, but it
was an operation which would expose those who attempted it to the most
imminent dangers.

I sung out for volunteers.  At that moment seeing Jones standing near
me, I could not help saying, "Come, my man, there's work for you; you
were boasting of your manhood the other day!"  The first to spring
forward to my call was William Ellis.

"No," I answered; "I have made the offer to Jones.  He ought to succeed
if any man can."

Jones looked aloft, then shook his head.

"I dare not; the man who attempts it will be sure to lose his life."

Ellis, as if anticipating the reply Jones would make, had been securing
an axe to his belt; having felt the edge to assure himself that it was
sharp.  Scarcely had Jones finished speaking, than, exclaiming, "I'll
go!" he was ascending the main rigging.

I watched him with intense anxiety as long as I could see him, but he
was soon lost to sight in the gloom of night up aloft there amid the
tightening ropes, the straining mast, and the loosened sail and
shattered spar, which kept driving backwards and forwards and round and
round with terrific violence.  I kept my eyes fixed on the spot where I
knew he must be.  Now I thought I saw him clinging on to the rigging
with one hand, while with the other, his axe gleaming above his head, he
made stroke after stroke at the ropes by which the topgallant yard still
hung to the mast.  Had he been hurled from the rigging, the ocean would
have been his tomb, for, heeling over as the ship was, he would have
fallen far to leeward.  I fully expected such would be his fate; it
might be mine too, for I was determined to make the attempt if others
failed.  I thought of the young woman who had visited him on board, and
of her sorrowing heart.  My eye caught sight of something falling.  Was
it Ellis?  No!  A shout rose from the crew.  Down came the shattered
spar and the torn sail clear of everything, and fell into the foaming,
hissing waters, through which the frigate was forcing her way.  The
topgallant mast stood uninjured.  Ellis the next minute was beside me on
the deck.

"Thank you, Ellis; you did that work nobly," I said to him.  "I think
that no one in future will venture to taunt you for your Bible-reading
propensities."

I was now able to send the hands aloft to shorten sail, and I fully
believe that our masts, and the ship herself, and our lives, were saved
by that act of courage.  I afterwards asked Ellis how he felt when
aloft.

"That I was in the hands of God, sir," he answered.  "I prayed for His
protection, and I never felt my heart more light, or my courage more
firm."  [See Note.]

As may be supposed, no one after this ventured to call Ellis a milksop,
or to speak disparagingly of him in any other way.  Jones sunk in public
estimation as Ellis rose, and gained great influence among the ship's
company, which he did not fail to use to their benefit.  He still
further increased it by another act, which, however, was not so much a
proof of courage as of presence of mind, only the sailors declared, with
a tinge of superstition, that no other man on board could have done it.
I will mention it presently.

I frequently spoke to Ellis in a way an officer cannot venture to do,
except to a well-tried man.  One day I asked him if he did not wish to
write to his wife, as I had the opportunity of sending letters.

"I am not married, sir," he answered, calmly.  "That young woman you
saw, sir, Mary Summers, has promised to marry me when I get back, if I
can prove to her that I have acted all the time I have been away like a
Christian man.  It's a long story too, and I won't trouble you with it
now; only Mary has very strong notions, and very right notions too.  I
wasn't once what I now try to be.  I was altogether careless about
religion.  I fell in love with Mary, and tried my best to appear good,
and so far succeeded that I won her love.  When, however, she found out
what I really was she said that nothing would induce her to marry me
unless I was a Christian.  She gave me books and I read them, and I read
the Bible as I had never read it before, and she talked to me till I
thought that I was what she wanted me to be; but she said that people
couldn't tell what they really were till they were out in the busy world
and tried, and that I must be tried before she could venture to marry
me.  At first I thought her terms very hard; but I do assure you, sir,
when I came to know more of the Gospel I felt that they were wise and
just.  It's a very different thing to appear all right and correct, and
to feel very good too, in a quiet village, with a religious, sensible
young woman to watch over one, than to keep straight aboard a man-of-war
among a number of godless associates.  In one case a man may almost
forget the necessity of earnest prayer.  I do assure you sir, I have
felt aboard here that I could not get on an hour without it."

Reader, remember these words of Ellis.  Consider how you will act when
you are tried and tempted.  Satan often lets people alone when he finds
them in an easy position, that they may grow conceited of their own
strength.  Never cease praying that you may see his wiles, and that,
through the Holy Spirit, you may be enabled to resist them, but never,
never trust to your own strength, or you will be sure to fall.

Some two years after this, when Harry Lethbridge had grown into a fine
young man, promising to be as smart an officer as any in the navy, we
were on our passage between the northern and southern portions of our
station, when we were caught in as heavy a gale as I ever experienced--a
complete hurricane.  It came down on us so suddenly that it required all
hands to shorten sail as smartly as they could do.  Among those who
sprang aloft when the hands were turned up was Harry Lethbridge, whose
station was the foretop.  The post of honour among seamen in reefing
sails is the weather earing.  [Note.  An earing is a rope to haul up the
outer part of a sail.] Thus when the fore-topsail was to be reefed,
Harry eagerly sought, and was the first man out on, the yard-arm.  While
reefing the sail, on hauling out the earing, from the strength of the
wind, and from his anxiety to get it done quickly, he did not haul the
first turn sufficiently taut.  After taking the second, and getting a
good pull on it, the first earing rendered suddenly, and, losing his
balance, he fell over the yard.  Those who saw him as I did thought he
was gone, but no; as he fell he had kept hold of the earing, and there
he hung, suspended by it about nine feet below the yard-arm and full
sixty from the deck, though, of course, far outside it, that is to say,
over the boiling ocean.

Those on deck looked up, almost paralysed with the terrible spectacle.
His destruction seemed inevitable.  His hands were giving way.  He
caught the rope in his teeth, and thus he hung suspended, alive and
strong, with the joyous spirits and anticipations of youthful manhood,
and yet with death as it were gaping for him.  The man nearest to him on
the yard threw towards him the end of a rope, but it was blown away to
leeward out of his reach.  The captain instantly directed that a running
bowline knot should be made round the earing, and thus lowered over his
head; but his voice was drowned by the gale.  Cries of horror escaped
from the lips of all who saw him.  "A man overboard! a man overboard!"
was shouted out, for every one expected to see him fall into the sea.
William Ellis had never taken his eye off him.  I saw him hurry forward.
Poor Harry could hold on no longer.  His hands relaxed their gripe of
the rope, his teeth gave way, he fell.  As he did so, the ship lurched
heavily to leeward and he came towards the forecastle.  Ellis sprang
forward, and as Harry's feet touched the deck, caught him in his arms.
The midshipman's life was preserved, and the only injury he received was
the fracture of one of his ankle-bones.  [Note.  The whole of this
account is fact, without the slightest alteration.] "He's the only man
who could have done it, though," I afterwards heard some of the seamen
remark.  "He prayed that he might do it, and he did it, do ye see."
Even the irreligious often acknowledge the efficacy of the prayers of
Christian men.

William Ellis persevered in his Christian course till the ship was paid
off, when I saw his Mary, who had come to Portsmouth to welcome him.
They married; he obtained a warrant as a gunner, and some years
afterwards, through the influence of Harry Lethbridge, got a good
appointment on shore.  The young midshipman, feeling that his life had,
through God's mercy, been preserved that he might do Him service, became
a thorough Christian, in practice as well as in name, and a first-rate
officer; while Ellis continued as he had begun, aided and encouraged, I
have no doubt, by his excellent wife, to the end of his life.

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Note.  This account was given to the author by the late Admiral
Saumarez, and the words are to the best of his recollection those used
by the man who performed the act recorded.



CHAPTER SEVEN.

THE TWO SAILOR-BOYS, A TRUE TALE

NED BURTON LOSES HIS MOTHER, AND IS LEFT PENNILESS--WALKS TO PORTSMOUTH,
AND IS DISHEARTENED--IS CHEERED, DIRECTED, AND HELPED BY OLD MOLL--GETS
ON BOARD THE TRAINING SHIP--AND MAKES A FRIEND--BUT IS REJECTED FOR NOT
BEING ABLE TO READ--COMFORTED BY BILL HUDSON--BILL'S SHIPMATES HELP NED
TO FIELD LANE--BILL TAKES HIM THERE--HE IS KINDLY RECEIVED--IS MADE A
SAILOR OF AT LAST.

On a miserable pallet bedstead, in a small attic of one of the meanest
houses in the lowest portion of a provincial town in the south of
England, a woman lay dying.  The curtainless window and window--panes,
stuffed with straw, the scanty patchwork covering to the bed, the single
rickety chair, the unswept floor, the damp, mildewed walls, the door
falling from its hinges, told of pinching poverty.  On the opposite
corner to the bedstead there was a heap of straw, to serve as another
bed, and against the wall a much-battered sea-chest and an open basket,
containing even now a few rotting oranges, some damaged tapes, and such
articles as are vended by small hawkers.  Standing by the bed-side was a
lad with an intelligent, not ill-favoured, countenance, though sickly,
and expressive of deep grief, as he gazed on the face of one who had
ever been a kind mother to him, and from whom he now knew full well that
he was to be parted for ever.

"Ned, my boy, I have done my best to keep myself and thee from the
workhouse," said the woman, trying to lift herself up on her arm, that
she might the better see the lad.  "It has been a hard struggle, but I
have done it for thy father's sake.  He was a sailor, and would never
have thought to see me come to this pass.  Thou must be one, too, Ned.
It's a rough life, but better far than starving on shore.  I've done
little for thee, lad, but feed thee, and try to teach thee to be honest,
as thy father was.  Be honest, Ned, whatever ye do, for thy poor
mother's sake.  But for thee, lad, I'd have left the weary world many a
long year ago."

"Oh, mother, mother, stay now--oh, do!" cried the lad.  "Won't the
doctor help you--won't the parson?"

"No, lad; no doctor, no parson, can keep me here.  But I'd like to see
the parson.  Maybe he'd tell me about the place I'm going to; for it's
far off, I wot, and little I know of the road."

"Oh, mother, I'll run and fetch him."

Just as Ned was going, the dying woman sunk down, exhausted with
talking.  "Don't leave me, boy," she faintly murmured; "it's too late
now.  May God hear a widow's prayer, and be merciful to you, and forgive
me."

Her voice sank--the last words were gasped out.  Her son bent his head
to hear her: he stood gazing at her face, expecting to hear her speak
again.  Gradually he became aware that he was alone in the world.  His
grief was too deep for tears.  For hours he stood there, watching the
face of the only being who had cared for him in the world; and then Ned
Burton went out and did as she had before bade him, and, with the money
she had hoarded up for the purpose, and that produced by the sale of the
last few articles in the house, save his father's sea-chest, obtained
for her an humble funeral, truly, but not that of a pauper.  Then,
leaving the chest with a neighbour till he should return and claim it,
he went forth penniless into the world to seek his fortune.

Ned Burton's ambition was to be a sailor--not that he knew anything of
the sea, except that his father had spent his life on it.  His mother
could not read or write, and, unable to instruct him or to pay for his
instruction, being, indeed, too poor to do without the pittance his
labours brought, she had allowed him to grow up in extreme ignorance--
though, according to the faint light that was in her, she had taught
him, to the best of her power, to do right.  Still, poor Ned knew
nothing of religion.  He had never been taught even to pray.  Thus,
helpless and forlorn, he went forth to battle with the world.  A
neighbour had told him that big ships sailed from Portsmouth, so towards
Portsmouth he bent his steps, inquiring his way as he went.  A few of
those who knew him, and had bought his mother's oranges and bobbins,
gave him a few pence, and filled his wallet with crusts of bread, and
scraps of cheese and bacon, so that he had not to beg for food.

At night he slept under haystacks or hedges, or in empty barns, and thus
in time he reached Portsmouth, sore-footed, weary, and hungry, for
during the last day his wallet had been empty.

Wandering down the High Street, he passed through a large gateway, and
out on a common, from whence he caught sight of the blue sea, and
several huge ships floating on it, but they were too far out to reach,
and he had no money to pay for a boat; and he would have gained nothing
had he reached them, for a poor ragged boy like him would not have been
received on board.  So he went back the way he had come.  He asked
several people if they could tell him how he could get on board ship,
but they must have thought that he was silly, for they smiled and passed
on.

He had begun to think that he should never obtain his wishes, when close
to the Southsea Gate he saw an old apple-woman sitting at her stall.
She brought his mother to mind.  She looked kind, too, so he asked her.
Something in his manner touched Old Moll's heart.  She asked him several
questions, and then said, "Sure, yes; there's what they call a
training-ship for boys--the old ---, off the Dockyard, at Portsea.
They, maybe, will take you.  Here's sixpence to get aboard; and here--
you look hungry, lad--is some gingerbread and apples--they'll do you
good; and now God speed you!  Go straight on--you can't miss the way,
and come and tell me some day how you've fared."

Ned went on through narrow lanes and dirty streets, till he came near
the shore of the harbour, which was crowded with vessels of all sizes.

"If one won't have me, surely another will," he said to himself, as he
gazed with wonder at some of the line-of-battle ships.  "They must want
a precious number of people to fill those great things."

He now began to inquire which was the old ---, where boys were received.
He was told that he couldn't see her from there--that she was higher up
the harbour; but none of the boatmen he spoke to seemed disposed to take
him on board.  In vain he promised his sixpence.  He had gone out to the
end of one of the slips from the Common Hard, when two seamen and a
sailor lad came down, carrying baskets, evidently full of provisions,
and directed one of the boatmen who had just refused him to take them on
board the old ---.  As they were stepping into the wherry, the boatman
beckoned to Ned, and told him that he could now go.  He took his seat
next to the lad, who, in spite of his own clean white trousers, and blue
shirt with worked collar, and fresh straw hat, seemed in no way to
despise his ragged dress.  In a kind tone he asked Ned why he was going
on board.  Ned told him.

"Hope you'll succeed, mate," he observed.  "A year ago, I was like you--
only paler and thinner, and maybe fewer clothes to my back--and trembled
when I went aloft; and now there are not many aboard can reach the
main-truck from the deck before me, or lay out smarter on a yard."

The tide was against them, so that Ned had time to tell his new
acquaintances a good deal of his history before they reached the ship.
They all seemed to take an interest in him, especially the lad--a fine,
strong ruddy-faced young fellow of sixteen.

"Well, just do you ask for Bill Hudson--that's me--after you've seen the
first lieutenant and the doctor; and then I'll tell you what to do,"
said the latter.  "You might lose yourself, do ye see, otherwise, about
there."

When they arrived alongside the huge ship, and Ned proffered his
sixpence, the men wouldn't let him pay it, but helped him up the side
through the entrance port, when he found himself, for the first time, on
the main-deck of a man-of-war.  While Bill Hudson went to find the
proper person to take him to the officers for examination, he was lost
in wonder, looking at the huge guns, with their polished gear, the
countless number, it seemed, of boys and men moving about--all so
cleanly and neatly dressed--and the spotless decks, white as a wooden
platter.

At length he was summoned.  He trembled with agitation, for he felt so
dirty, and poor, and miserable, that he thought the officers, when they
saw him, would quickly turn him out of the ship again.  The first
lieutenant, however, important as he looked, seemed pleased with his
appearance and manner; the surgeon pronounced him a healthy, able-bodied
lad, fit for the service; but he had brought no certificates of
parentage or age.  Had he his parents' permission to come to sea? he was
asked.  They were both dead: he had no friends; but he produced a tin
case which had been his father's.  The contents showed that the owner
had been a petty officer in the navy, and had borne an excellent
character.  But another question was put; could he read and write?  (No
boys could be received at that time unless they possessed those
accomplishments.)  Poor Ned had to confess that he was ignorant of both
arts.

He was finally rejected.  There was no help for it; though, as his
father's certificate-case was returned to him, the officers expressed a
hope that he might be some day accepted, if he could learn.

He went forward, much dejected, to find Bill Hudson; for this was but
small consolation to him.  How could he learn to read and write, when
all his strength would be required to obtain food for his subsistence?
So he thought.

Bill heard his account of what had happened.

"If you had said that you couldn't read and write, I could have told you
what would happen.  But, don't be cast down, Ned.  Little more than
three years ago, I couldn't read nor write, and hadn't shoes to my feet,
and scarce a rag on my back.  I was a poor outcast boy, without father
or mother--no shelter for my head, and often no food to eat.  I picked
up a living as I could, holding horses, running errands, when anybody
would trust me.  I didn't steal, but I was often and often very near
doing so, as I passed the butchers', and fruiterers', and bakers'
shops--just to fill my empty stomach.  It wasn't so much because I
wouldn't do it, as because I knew that they kept a sharp look-out, and I
should have been caught.  At last I thought I would try it on; and I
didn't care if I was sent to prison, for I should have been fed, at all
events: but that very day a gentleman passing, saw me watching a stall,
the owner of which had just left it, as if I was going to take whatever
I could grab; and so I was.  And he asked me if I was hungry; and he
gave me a roll from his pocket, and then he asked me where I lived, and
I said `Nowhere;' and then he told me that if I would follow him he
would show me where I could get food and shelter, and, might be,
clothing and instruction, and means, too, of gaining my livelihood.
Though I didn't much credit him, I went; and he took me to the Field
Lane Ragged School, as it is called; and there I found all he told me,
and more.  I soon showed them that I didn't want to eat the bread of
idleness, and they got me employment in the day, and in the evening I
used to go regularly to the school, and sleep in the Refuge, till I
earned enough, by working four days, to go to the day-school for two
days; and I soon learned to read and write; and more than that, Ned, I
learned what made me a Christian, which I wasn't before I went there.
For, I tell you, Ned, I was a heathen; I knew no more about God and his
love for man than a block of stone; and I thought that he hated poor
people, and sent them all to hell, and that there was no use being good.
I did not know that it was sin brought the misery I saw around me into
the world, and that God hates sin, but loves sinners; for if he doesn't,
he'd never have sent his only Son into the world to save them.  At last
I was asked what trade I would be, and I said, `A sailor;' for I had
been reading about the sea, and thought I should like to live on it.  So
they sent me down here, and I do like it, Ned, right well.  And now I've
told you all this, because I want to ask you if you'd like to go to
Field Lane.  I tell you it is a blessed place; and a blessed moment it
was to me when I entered it.  You'd learn to read and write, and be
looked after, and learn to gain your daily bread, and be told about God
and Jesus Christ, and how to be happy; and if you don't know about them,
you can't be happy, that I tell you."

Ned had been much surprised with all he had seen on board ship, but he
was more surprised at what Bill told him, though in a different way.  He
said, certainly that he should like to go there, but how could he?  Bill
replied that "where there's a will there's a way."  Many of his
shipmates had heard Ned's history, and were interested in him; and he
would speak to the first lieutenant and to some of the officers, who
were kind, Christian men, and see what could be done.

Bill Hudson did do his best, and very effectual that was.  He had acted
as officer's servant, and saved up some money; and he went round the
ship and told Ned's story; and all who heard it subscribed--some more
and some less; and the officers, when they heard his proposal,
subscribed very liberally.  Ned was invited down to Bill's mess, and
never had he eaten so hearty a dinner.

"No wonder the sailors on board here grow stout and strong, if they have
so good a dinner as this every day," he observed.

"It's the same every day.  No banyan days with us, now, in the navy,"
was the answer.

At last Bill Hudson's plan was matured, and the power granted him for
carrying it into execution.  Ned was told he must stop on board for tea.
In the evening Bill came to him triumphant.

"It's all settled," he exclaimed.  "You see, Ned, it would never do for
you to go up to big London all by yourself, and to wander about, not
knowing your way; so I've got leave from the first lieutenant to go with
you."

"You--you go up to London with me; that will be good!" exclaimed Ned,
delighted.

Ned slept on board, and, from the kind way he was treated, wished more
than ever to go to sea.  He was not aware--happily for himself--that he
could have gone to sea, in the merchant service, without being able to
read, and that only at that time, when it was resolved to raise the
character of the men in the navy, that the rule with regard to reading
and writing was enforced.

The next morning--Ned having been supplied, by the contributions of the
sailors, with a suit of clothes, a pair of shoes, and a hat, and some
shirts and other things in a bundle--the two lads left the ship, and
took the first train to London.  Bill would have gladly gone on foot,
for the sake of economising his funds, so as to leave more with his new
friend; but his leave extended only over three days, and he had many
things to do.

The boys arrived in due time at London, and Bill employed as much time
as he could in showing Ned about town.  As evening drew on they repaired
to Field Lane, and knocked for admission at the Refuge.

"What?  William Hudson come back!  What has happened to you, lad?"
exclaimed the porter.

"Yes; it's myself, sure enough.  I've come back to ask for a night's
lodging, if there's room, and to bring this boy, who wants one badly.
Can I see the superintendent?"

"Yes, sure.  You know the way, Bill; go on," said the porter, in a kind
tone.

The superintendent was very much pleased to see Bill Hudson, and more so
to hear the story with which he introduced Ned Burton.  He promised,
gladly, to look after Ned, and, if he behaved well, to obtain regular
employment for him in the neighbourhood.

Bill found, on calculating the amount of his funds, that he might leave
some with the superintendent for Ned's use.

"I don't distrust you, Ned; but London is an awful wicked place; and if
you kept the money, it might be stolen, and you almost murdered for the
sake of it," he observed.

The next day the lads went out together, that Bill might introduce Ned
to some of the people who used to employ him.  Some had forgotten him;
some had gone away; but a few remembered him kindly, and promised to
help Ned.

Ned could not help shedding tears when Bill wrung his hand, as he was
about to start back for Portsmouth.  Then, if it had not been for the
Refuge, and the superintendent, and the good missionary, and the porter,
he would indeed have felt very miserable and forlorn, in the big city;
but Field Lane was now to him his home, indeed--his refuge from
adversity.

He remembered, however, that he had to work; so he set about finding
employment in good earnest.  His decent dress and manner were in his
favour; and he gained a few pence, though, being a stranger, not so much
as he might have gained had he known the ways of London.  At night he
went back to the Refuge with a thankful heart, and commenced his
schooling.  He gave his mind to his task, though he found it very hard
work, at first, even learning the letters.  The next night it was
easier, and he was soon able, when waiting for a job, to employ himself
by spelling out the names over the shop doors and the words on the
advertising papers.  Sometimes he could get nothing to do, especially in
very bad weather; and then he went to the industrial school at the
Refuge, if it was open, or to the day-school; and here he began to
understand the great truths about religion, of which he had before been
entirely ignorant.  To one of the missionaries, who was especially kind
to him, he took a great fancy; and to this good man he used to go,
whenever he had an opportunity, and ask him questions, and to listen to
his addresses.  He first here heard the glorious tidings that "God is
love;" and as he saw that beautiful principle carried out in every
department of the undertaking, he could not help saying, "Ay, truly,
this is God's work."

In little more than a year he had learned, by diligent attention, not
only to read well, but to write a fair hand, while he had added greatly
to his religious and secular knowledge; and, above all, he had become a
new creature in Christ Jesus.

One day he received a letter at the Refuge from Bill Hudson.  Bill wrote
that he had just arrived at Portsmouth in the frigate to which he now
belonged, and that if Ned would come down at once, he would see him on
board the old ---, where he was sure that he would be received.  Bill,
moreover, enclosed a sovereign to pay for his journey.

Ned was sorry to leave the Refuge, and yet he rejoiced at the thought of
being now able, as he had so long wished, to go to sea.  His parting
from his friends and journey to Portsmouth need not be described.  Bill
was at the station to meet him, and at once went with him on board the
old ---.

He was, without difficulty, accepted.  Bill had advised him to show his
father's certificates.  The first lieutenant spoke to him very kindly,
when he saw them, and told him that he had known his father, who was a
very good man, and he hoped that Ned would follow his example.

Ned Burton was no longer only a good-natured, well-meaning lad; he had
now right principles to help him behave well; nor has he in any way
disappointed the hopes of those who have taken an interest in his
welfare.



CHAPTER EIGHT.

THE GOOD CAPTAIN

THE MUTINY AT SPITHEAD--AN EXCEPTION--VALUE OF A CHRISTIAN CAPTAIN--THE
MUTINY BREAKS OUT AT SHEERNESS--ANOTHER LOYAL SHIP--THE MUTINY QUELLED.

In the year 1797 an event occurred connected with the navy of England,
which cannot even now be thought of without sorrow and shame.  The crews
of most of the ships of the Channel fleet then anchored at Spithead
deposed their officers, and refused to proceed to sea, unless certain
grievances of which they complained were redressed.

It must be remembered, however, that the seamen of those days were very
uneducated--too often utterly ignorant of religious truth, and thus
easily imposed upon by designing men.  Their pay was scanty, the
provisions served out to them often bad, and deficient in quantity,
while no care was taken of their moral or spiritual welfare.  Still no
excuse can be offered for mutiny however much we may pity those who are
induced to commit the crime in the hopes of obtaining redress for
wrongs.  The Christian must ever look to his Lord and Master, and be
guided by His conduct under wrong and oppression.  However, all the
ships' companies did not mutiny, and among those which remained faithful
to their duty was the crew of the _Saint Fiorenzo_ frigate, Captain Sir
Harry Burrard Neale.  How came this about?  Was discipline less strict
on board the _Saint Fiorenzo_?  Were her crew allowed greater licence
than those of other ships?  Certainly not.  But on board her the law of
kindness, of mercy, and justice prevailed; on board many others it was
too often neglected.  However, an account of the behaviour of her crew
on that trying occasion shall be given in the words of one who was then
a midshipman on board her:--

"Our captain was one of the most upright and humane men in the service--
a perfect officer and a perfect gentleman;" and a true, humble
Christian, from whose mouth an oath never proceeded, whose lips never
uttered a falsehood, might have been added.  "He was a great favourite
with George the Third, and the _Saint Fiorenzo_ had consequently been
appointed to attend on His Majesty during his summer sojourn at
Weymouth.  The King won the affection of both officers and men by his
urbane and kind manners whenever he came on board.  He used to call us
up, and talk to us, lieutenants, midshipmen, and seamen alike, in the
most familiar manner, taking an interest in our private histories, and
all we had to say for ourselves.  No wonder, then, that officers and men
were loyal to the back-bone.  Our captain, too, from the day he
commissioned the ship, had, by his justice and kindness, done still more
to make the officers and men love him.  Few fathers would have been more
thoughtful of the interests of their children than he was of the welfare
of the men under his charge.  On the 14th of April, 1797, the _Saint
Fiorenzo_ lay at Spithead, forming one of a large fleet under Lord
Bridport.  It was known that certain complaints had been sent up to the
Admiralty by the ships' companies, but little was thought of the matter
by the officers, when some of the petty officers of the _Saint Fiorenzo_
informed Sir Harry that the men of most of the ships had resolved to
mutiny, if the complaints were not forthwith attended to.  It was
supposed that the documents received at the Admiralty were forgeries, or
sent up by a few disaffected men.  Sir Harry, however, on
cross-questioning our people, was convinced that the petitions really
did express the opinions of the seamen of the navy, and promising that
he would make the true state of the case known, that very evening sent
up an officer with despatches to London.  The next day the mutiny broke
out, and each ship's company was directed to send representatives,
called delegates, on board the _Queen Charlotte_.  Sir Harry directed
our ship's company to select two of the most sensible and trustworthy of
our men, Aynsley and Stanley, as their delegates, and they regularly
informed him of all that was taking place.  His representations had
great weight at head-quarters; the more reasonable demands of the
mutineers were granted, and the seamen returned to their duty.

"In the meantime we received orders to fit out at Sheerness, to carry
over the Princess Royal to Cuxhaven, after her marriage with the Duke of
Wurtemburg.  That no time might be lost, the guns on both sides, from
the cabin door to the break of the poop, were sent down into the hold,
that the carpenters might begin fitting up the cabins, thus crippling
our powers as a fighting ship.

"On our arrival at Sheerness, great was our astonishment at finding the
red flag--the signal of mutiny--flying on board the _Sandwich_.  It
being supposed that her crew had not been informed of what had taken
place at Spithead, our delegates were sent to explain matters.  On
getting on board they were disgusted to find that fresh demands had been
made on the Government by the crews of the North Sea fleet, of a nature
so frivolous that they were not at all likely to be granted.  Our men,
it appeared, expressed their views in a very unguarded way, and in no
courteous language.  This enraged Parker--the unhappy man who had
assumed the command of the fleet--and the other ringleaders, and our
ship's company became marked as disaffected to the common cause.  From
the information our delegates gave on their return, it was suspected
that the mutineers intended removing our officers.  In consequence, Sir
Harry resolved immediately to quit the fleet and to run into the harbour
of Sheerness.

"Near us lay the _Clyde_, an old fellow-cruiser, commanded by Captain
Cunningham, who had, also, by kindness and justice, won the confidence
and affection of his crew.  An arrangement was accordingly made between
the two captains and the ship's companies, that they would make the
attempt together, and share each other's fortune.

"Neither of our pilots, however, through fear or treachery, would take
charge of the ships.  At this juncture Captain Cunningham went on board
the _Chatham_ yacht, which lay near, for Mr William Bardo, one of her
mates with whose fitness for the task he was acquainted.  Mr Bardo
undertook the task of piloting the _Clyde_, and as she was the inshore
ship, she was to move first.  We watched her with intense anxiety.  She
cast the right way, and before one of the ships in the power of the
mutineers could make sail after her, she was safe from pursuit.  Not
having a pilot we could trust, and the tide now being unfavourable, Sir
Harry decided to wait till the suspicions of the mutineers might be
lulled.  Our anxiety was relieved when, soon after dusk, Mr Bardo, sent
by Captain Cunningham, came off to us in a small boat to pilot us in.
Just, however, as we were preparing to move the next morning, a body of
the delegates came on board, and, abusing our men for allowing the
_Clyde_ to escape without firing into her, ordered them to bring the
_Saint Fiorenzo_ in and place her between the _Inflexible_ and
_Director_, to unbend our sails, and to send our gunpowder on board the
_Sandwich_, the flag-ship of the so-called Admiral Parker.  So enraged
were our people with these orders, that one of the quarter-masters, John
Aynsley, came aft, and in the name of the ship's company, begged that
they might heave the delegates overboard.

"Sir Harry, however, to whom all matters were referred, while he sat
quietly in his cabin out of sight, ordered our delegates to express
their readiness to comply with Admiral Parker's orders; and at length
the mutineers, satisfied that we were about to do as directed, left the
ship.

"As soon as they were gone, we got springs on our cable, so as to cast
inwards, and all was made ready to run, as was at first intended, into
Sheerness.  In heaving, however, the spring broke, and we cast outward.
The effect of this was to carry us right among the mutinous fleet.

"At this critical juncture, Sir Harry, whose presence of mind never
forsook him, directed one of the quartermasters to appear on deck as if
in command, while he and all the officers concealed themselves in
different parts of the ship--he posting himself so that he could,
unseen, issue his orders.  In a moment every sail was sheeted home, and
we stood in between the two line-of-battle ships, which, as the
delegates had told us, had all their guns double shotted, while their
crews stood ready, lanyards in hand, to sink us with their broadsides.

"On we stood, the ship gathering good way, when, as we got in among the
mutinous fleet, Sir Harry gave the order to let fly all the sheets.
This so completely took the mutineers by surprise that they, believing
the ship was coming about, did not fire a shot at us.  Sir Harry then
ordered the helm to be put `hard a port,' which caused the ship to shoot
ahead of the _Inflexible_ and clear of her.  He immediately sprang on
deck, crying out, `Well done, my lads!'  A loud murmur of applause was
heard fore and aft along the deck, but we had no time for cheering.
`Now clear away the bulk-heads, and mount the guns,' he added.  Scarcely
were the words out of his mouth, than the whole fleet of thirty-two sail
opened their fire.  The shot fell thick as hail around us on every side.
The men stood at their stations without flinching.  Of course it would
have been worse than useless to have returned their fire.

"On we stood.  Never ship passed through such a fire so slightly
scathed.  Not that we escaped altogether; now a shot struck us, now
another.  The _Director_ alone might have sunk us; but, as far as we
could judge, not a shot came from her.  Some believed that her crew,
struck with admiration at the heroism displayed by our people, fired
wide, or did not put shot into their guns.  Though we were repeatedly
hulled, not a rope was shot away, nor was any one hurt on board.  God in
his mercy, working as he thinks fit to work through human agency,
protected us.  Everybody was labouring with a will, and in two hours we
had our decks clear, our guns mounted, and were in a perfect state of
preparation to meet a foe.

"No sooner was this done than the men came aft in a body, and begged Sir
Harry that should any of the mutinous fleet come up with us, they might
be allowed to go down at their guns rather than return to the Nore.  The
captain promised them that they should have their wish: at which they
seemed as contented as if some great favour had been done them.

"As yet, however, there were no signs of our being pursued: though
shortly the determination of our men was to be put to the test.

"Sir Harry had resolved to return to Portsmouth, and when just off the
mouth of the Thames a fleet of men-of-war hove in sight.  They
approached with the red flag at their mast-heads.  This was the North
Sea fleet, with the admiral and all the officers under arrest.

"No sooner were we seen than a frigate bore down on us.  That we could
escape her was doubtful; and though we could have beaten her off had we
fired, we should have brought the rest of the fleet down on us.  Sir
Harry, therefore, gave the speaking-trumpet to Stanley, and directed him
to answer the questions of the mutineers.  His replies seemed
satisfactory, for the frigate, hauling her wind, rejoined the fleet.
Scarcely had we lost sight of the North Sea fleet, than we spoke a brig,
which gave us the astounding information that the mutiny had again
broken out at Spithead.  We therefore, just as it was growing dark,
anchored under Dungeness, with springs on our cables, prepared for an
attack.

"Towards the end of the middle watch, a large ship, as she appeared, was
seen bearing down towards us.  The crew, believing her to be a foe,
again came aft, and repeated their request to be allowed to sink, rather
than surrender to the mutineers.  The private signals were made: they
were answered; but that was no security, as the mutineers would of
course have possessed themselves of them.  The drum beat to quarters.
It was a time of awful suspense.  The wind was very light.  The stranger
closed slowly.  Many asserted that she was a line-of-battle ship.  As
the light from our fighting-lanterns beamed forth from every port, it
was easily seen what we were.  Our springs were hove on, to keep our
broadside to bear.  Our captain hailed; breathless, we waited for a
reply.  The answer was, `H.M.S. _Huzzar_, Captain Lord Garlais, from the
West Indies.'  Coming from a long voyage, she was high out of the water,
which made her appear, in the gloom, like a line-of-battle ship.  When
his people, who had heard nothing of the mutiny, were acquainted with
what had occurred, they were so much struck with the bravery and
determination of our ship's company, that they promised to stick by us,
and share our fate if attacked by the mutineers.  Not many days after
this, Parker and his associates were allowed by the seamen they had
misled to be carried on shore by a file of soldiers, without opposition,
and the mutiny was brought to an end."

The last years of that good captain, who had been the friend and
companion of princes--who had so often in battle met the enemies of his
country, were spent in visiting the cottages of the poor surrounding his
house, telling them of the Saviour's love, carrying them food and
clothing, and other comforts, and never failing to speak kind words of
comfort and advice.

But we must not pause here.  Some important lessons are to be learnt
from this narrative.  See how the law of love and kindness, combined
with justice, prevails, where harshness and severity fail.  The crews of
the _Saint Fiorenzo_ and _Clyde_ were composed of the same class of men
as those of the ships which mutinied; yet the latter basely struck their
colours, and the former were ready to die for their officers.

Let us ask ourselves, how do we rule in our families--over those placed
under us?  By the rule of our merciful Saviour, or by the rule of the
world, of our own tempers--that is, the flesh--or of the devil?

See, again, by the way the crew of the _Huzzar_ behaved, what a good
example can effect.  If we adhere to the Captain of our Salvation--
firmly and boldly confess him--we may be assured that we not only shall
gain the respect of our associates, but, which is of far more
consequence, that we shall bring over others to love and confess him
also.

Then, again, can we, after reading this account, think without sorrow
and confusion of the way we have behaved to our heavenly King and
Captain?  We are told that because the king spoke to the officers and
crew of the _Saint Fiorenzo_ in a kind manner, taking an interest in
their private histories, they were loyal to the backbone.  Does not our
heavenly King and Father speak to us daily, through the Holy Scriptures,
words full of kindness, love, and mercy?  Surely he does, if we will but
diligently read that Book of books.  He allows us, too, as no earthly
king can do, to go to him daily--every hour--every moment of our lives.
His ear is ever open to our prayers--he who keeps Israel neither
slumbers nor sleeps--to tell him our private histories--our wants, our
wishes, our hopes; to confess to him all we have done amiss--all our
sins.  And, moreover, he promises us that if we repent of them, and
trust to the cleansing blood of Jesus, he will forgive them freely and
fully, and give us what no earthly monarch can give, eternal life, and
raise us to dwell with him in happiness unspeakable, for ever and ever.



CHAPTER NINE.

THE SMUGGLER'S FATE

THE SMUGGLER'S WIFE--HANSON STARTS ON HIS TRIP--HIS WIFE'S ANXIETY--THE
REVENUE OFFICERS APPROACH--THE SMUGGLERS TAKE TO THE WATER--THE FIGHT--A
FEARFUL END.

"Good-bye, Susan--good-bye, my wife.  I'll bring thee over a silk gown,
and such Brussels lace as you've never yet set eyes on.  It will make a
lady of you; and you're not far off being one now, to my mind, so don't
fret--don't fret, Susan, dear."

These words were uttered by Robert Hanson, a fine sailor-like-looking
man.  And a bold seaman he was, indeed; but was also unhappily known to
be one of the most daring smugglers on the coast.  Having kissed his
wife affectionately, and knelt down by the side of the cradle in which
their infant slept, to bestow another kiss on its smiling lips, he
hurried from the cottage.

Susan looked after him sorrowfully.  She had entreated him, over and
over again--not as earnestly as she might, perhaps--to give up his
dangerous and lawless occupation, and with a laugh he had told her that
each trip should be his last.  Did it never occur to him how his promise
might be fulfilled?  It did to Susan; and often and often she had
trembled at the thought.  She had been brought up by praying parents,
and had been taught from her childhood to pray, but she could not pray
now--she dared not--she felt it would be a mockery.  She was wrong,
though.  She could not pray that God would protect her husband in his
lawless occupation, but she might have prayed that her merciful Father
in heaven would change his heart--would lead him from the paths of sin,
and put a right spirit within him, even although he might be brought to
poverty, and she might no longer enjoy the luxuries which he allowed
her.  She was sure, however, that he could make, by a lawful calling,
enough for all their wants; whereas a large portion of what he now
gained was spent in feasting and treating with open hand his smuggling
companions; so at the end of the year, except for the dresses and other
articles which were utterly useless to Susan, they were very little the
better for all his toil and the many fearful risks he had run.  She
stood watching him with tearful eyes and a foreboding heart, as he
descended the cliff on which their cottage stood.

Bob, as Hanson was called by his companions, looked in at three or four
of the huts which formed the fishing village at the foot of the cliff,
and gave sundry directions to their inmates.  The answer he received
from all of them was much the same: "Never fear, captain, we'll be
ready."

"You understand, Dore," he said, stopping at one of the huts for some
little time, "you'll be on the look-out for us on Tuesday night at
Durlstone Point.  Now mind you also tell Green, the landlord of the
`Jolly Tar,' to have the two covered carts there, with his fastest
horses and trusty men to drive--Bill Snow and Tom Thatcher--they are
true men; but not that fellow Dennis--he'll bring the Coast Guard down
on us one of these days, you'll see, if we trust him--and take care that
we've no lack of hands to run the cargo up the cliff."

Such were some of the directions Hanson gave to his confederates.  He
then, with active steps, proceeded to a small harbour at a little
distance along the shore, where a fast-looking cutter of about forty
tons lay at anchor.  He hailed her.  A preventive man (as the revenue
officers are called), with his spyglass under his arm, passed him.

"What, Bob, off again?" he said, in a careless tone; "we'll be on the
look-out for you, if you'll tell us when you are coming back."

"May be next week, or the week after, or a month from this; but thank
you all the same," answered Bob, laughing, as he stepped into the punt
which came for him.  As soon as he was on board, the _Saucy Sue_ made
sail for the French shore, and, under a crowd of canvas, was soon out of
sight.

It was soon known at each preventive station along the coast that Bob
Hanson was away in the _Saucy Sue_, and might ere long be expected back
with a cargo of contraband.  A sharp look-out was accordingly kept for
him.  Often and often before this, however, he had been expected, but
the goods had been run, notwithstanding, and the _Saucy Sue_ having
appeared in the offing, had come into the harbour without an article of
contraband on board, Bob and his crew looking innocent as lambs.

Tuesday came.  Susan knew that on that night the attempt to run the
cargo was to be made.  There was no moon.  The sun set red and lowering
over Durlstone Point, and dark clouds were seen chasing each other
rapidly across the sky, rising from a dark bank which rested on the
western horizon, while white-crested seas began to rise up out of the
sombre green ocean, every instant increasing in number.  The wind
whistled mournfully among the bushes and the few stunted trees, with
tops bending inland, which fringed the cliffs, and the murmur of the
waves on the beach below changed ere long into a ceaseless roar.

Susan sat in her cottage, watching the last rays of the setting sun as
her foot rocked her baby's cradle.  She knew well the path to Durlstone
Point along the cliffs.  No longer able to restrain her anxiety (why
more excited than usual on that evening, she could not have told), she
left her child in charge of her young sister, who had come in to see
her, and hurried out.  The clouds came up thicker and thicker from the
south-west, and the darkness rapidly increased.  She had good reason to
dread falling over the cliff.  Several times she contemplated turning
back; but the thought of her husband's danger urged her on.  "If I could
find the spotsman, Ned Dore, I would beseech him to warn the cutter
off," she said to herself; "it can never be done on a night like this."
She went on till she came to a dip, or gulley, when a break in the cliff
occurred.  A steep path led down the centre to the beach.  She heard the
sound of wheels, with the stamp of horses' feet, as if the animals had
started forward impatiently and been checked, and there was also the
murmur of several voices.  Suddenly a light flashed close to her.

"Oh, Ned Dore, is that you?" she exclaimed.  "Don't let them land
to-night; there'll be harm come of it."

"No fear, Mrs Hanson," said Dore, recognising her voice.  "All's
right--the cutter has made her signal, and I have answered it.  Couldn't
have a better time.  The revenue men are all on the wrong scent, and
we'll have every cask a dozen miles from this before they are back.
Just you go home, good woman, and your husband will be there before
long."

Susan, however, had no intention of leaving the spot.  Again she
entreated Dore, almost with tears, to warn off the cutter, alleging that
there was already too much surf on the beach to allow the boats to land
with safety.  Dore almost angrily again refused, declaring that the
cutter had already begun to unload, and that the boats would soon be in.
Seeing that her entreaties were useless, she sat herself down on a rock
jutting out of the cliff, and tried to peer into the darkness.  She
waited for some time, when footsteps were heard, and one of the men
posted to watch, came running in with the information that a party of
the revenue were approaching.  Dore, coming up to her, pulled her by
force below the rock on which she had been sitting.  The other men
concealed themselves under the bushes--among other rocks and in holes in
the cliff--the lights were extinguished, and the carts were heard moving
rapidly away.  Not a word was spoken--the men held in their breath as
the revenue officers approached.  Poor Susan almost fainted with dread--
not for herself, but for her husband.  Where was he all the time?  She
knew too well the smugglers' mode of proceeding not to have good cause
for fear.

"It was off here, sir, I saw the light flash," Susan heard one of the
men say.  "There is a road a little further up, and the cart wheels we
heard must have passed along it."

"It is a likely spot, and must be watched."

Susan recognised the voice of the last speaker as that of Mr Belland,
the new lieutenant of the Coast Guard, reputed to be an active officer.

"Do you, Simpson and Jones, station yourselves on the top of the cliff,
and fire your pistols if you see anything suspicious," he said.  "Wait
an hour, and then move back to your beats--there will be sea enough on
by that time to save us further trouble."

"Ay, ay, sir," was the brief answer.

The two preventive men took up their stations, one of them directly
above where Susan was crouching down, and the lieutenant and his party
moved on.

While these events were taking place on shore, the _Saucy Sue_ had
approached the coast.  Her usual signal was made and answered in a
satisfactory manner, and preparations for landing the cargo were
forthwith commenced.  There were among it silks and other valuable
articles, carefully packed in water-tight casks.  The rest consisted of
spirits in casks, two of which a man could carry on his shoulders.  The
casks were now secured together by ropes in separate parcels, eighteen
or two dozen in each, and lowered overboard.  The cutter's two boats
then took them in tow, and approached the beach.  As they drew near, a
small light, shown for an instant, warned them that the preventive men
were on the alert.  A weight sufficient to moor each parcel was on this
dropped overboard, and the boats hung on to them.

"We must try the old dodge," said Hanson, after waiting for some time.
"I'll take three parcels--Tom and Bill, you take the rest; we've never
missed that way."

Saying this, he threw off his outer clothing, the two men he spoke to
did the same, and all three slipping overboard, took hold of the
tow-lines attached to the casks.  The boats returned to the cutter, and
were hoisted on board; after which, letting draw her fore-sheet, she
stood out at sea.  Hanson and his daring companions, buoyed up with a
few corks under their arms, and knives in their hands to cut the casks
from the moorings, remained with their heads just above the water,
watching for the signal to tow them in.  There they remained, their
eager eyes turned towards the cliff--the dark sky above them, the
foaming waters around.  Every instant their position became more
perilous; for as the tide rose, the ledge of rocks to the westward no
longer afforded them the protection it had done at first, and the seas
came rolling in, and the surf broke more and more heavily every instant.

Could they pray for help?  No.  They knew well that they were engaged in
unlawful work--that they were breaking the laws of their country--
refusing to render to Caesar the things that were Caesar's.  Such was
the picture the poor wife beheld in her mind's eye, as she gazed down
into the dark waters, where she well knew that her husband then was.

Slowly the anxious hour passed away.  The preventive men, however, still
seemed suspicious that all was not right, and lingered at their posts.
They at last hailed each other, and held a conversation in a low tone.
They were close to where two of the men lay hid.  Susan, in addition to
her other cause of alarm, dreaded that an act of violence would be
committed, if they did not move off.  The preventive men would fire
their pistols, certainly; but there still might be time for the tubs to
be landed, and the smugglers to make their escape, before the rest of
the Coast Guard could reach the spot.  Her alarm increased when she
found that Dore had crept away.

What she dreaded happened.  The two preventive men came down into the
hollow, as if about to descend to the beach.  Suddenly they were set
upon by a dozen men.  One fired his pistol, the other was knocked down
before he could draw a weapon from his belt.  The first fought
desperately, but a blow from a hanger brought him to the ground, where
he lay mortally wounded.  The arms of the other were pinioned, his mouth
gagged, and the smugglers rushed down to the beach.

The signal was now made to Hanson and his companions.  The smugglers
waited to allow time for them to come in, every instant dreading the
return of the Coast Guard.  At length a cry was heard, "Help, help!"
Several of the most daring rushed into the water.  First one of Hanson's
companions was dragged on shore, almost exhausted.  The tubs were drawn
in, and rapidly carried up the cliff.  The second man was next found;
but he had abandoned his tubs, and was more dead than alive.  But where
was Hanson himself?

Susan had found her way down to the beach.  No one noticed her.

"I'm afraid the captain is gone.  It was his plan, but a desperately
dangerous one," she heard one of the men say.  She stood speechless with
terror.

Just then a light flashed from the cliff above.

"Each man for himself," was the cry, as the smugglers made their escape
up the only path open to them.

She stood alone on the sand, with the seas roaring up to her feet.  She
heard footsteps approaching.  "Oh! where--where is my husband?" she
cried out.

"I don't know, missus; but murder has been committed, and some one has
done it."  It was one of the preventive men spoke.

Daylight at length broke.  A tangled mass of tubs and rope, and a human
form attached to them, was seen surging up and down in the foaming
breakers.  It was dragged on shore, and the poor young widow sank
senseless on her husband's body.



CHAPTER TEN.

THE INDIAN MOTHER, A TALE OF THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS

THE HALF-BREED TRAPPER LA TOUCHE--HIS WIFE KAMELA--THEIR CHILDREN--THEY
ARE SENT ON AN EXPEDITION--THE ENCAMPMENT--ATTACKED BY BLACKFEET, AND
THE MEN SLAIN--THE YOUNG WIDOW FLIES--ALMOST CAPTURED--BACK TO THE
FORT--THE REFUGE DESTROYED!--WOLVES--FURTHER FLIGHT--REFUGE AT LAST.

Great Britain possesses the sovereignty over a rich extent of country,
extending from the Atlantic on the east to the Pacific on the west.
Beyond the further shore of Lake Superior is found a region of lakes and
rapid rivers, rocks, hills, and dense wood, extending for about 400
miles, nearly up to the Red River or Selkirk settlement.  To the west of
this, a rich prairie stretches far away up to the foot of the Rocky
Mountains, from which the Saskatchewan descends, and, soon becoming a
broad river, flows rapidly on to Lake Winnepeg.  Other streams
descending, find their way into the Polar Sea, or Hudson's Bay.  On the
west, the Columbia, the Fraser, and others flow, with very eccentric
courses, into the Pacific.  Besides this, there are numerous lakes
divided from each other, in many instances, by lofty mountains and thick
forests.

Over the whole of this extensive region the Hudson's Bay Company held,
for many years, undivided sway, and kept in its employment large numbers
of men--voyageurs, or canoe-men, and hunters--both whites of European
descent (chiefly French Canadians), and also half-breeds and Red
Indians.  The country was inhabited by several nations of Indians, some
known as Wood Indians, others as Prairie Indians and these again were
divided into tribes or clans, frequently at war with each other; and
these wars were cruel in the extreme, often exterminatory, neither age
nor sex being spared.  Their dress was skins, embroidered with beads,
feathers, and porcupine quills.  They painted their faces and ornamented
their hair in a fantastic manner.  Their weapons were the bow and arrow,
spears, and hatchets.  Their canoes were of birch-bark; their
habitations, huts, or wigwams, either of a conical shape, or like a
basin reversed, and formed of buffalo-skins and birch-bark.  The Indians
of the prairie possessed horses, and hunted the buffalo.  Those of the
woods, having few horses, lived chiefly on deer and smaller game, and
cultivated potatoes and Indian corn.  They believed in one Great and
Good Spirit, and in the existence of numerous evil spirits, whom they
feared and endeavoured to propitiate.  Missionaries, however, went among
them, and many have been brought out of darkness to a knowledge of the
truth.

Among the most interesting of the tribes in British North America and
the west of the Rocky Mountains are the Cootonais.  They are handsome,
above the middle size, and, compared with other tribes, remarkably fair;
in conversation candid, in trade honest, brave in battle, and devotedly
attached to each other and to their country.  Polygamy is unknown among
them.  The greatest neatness and cleanliness are observable about their
persons and lodges.

It was among this tribe that Pierre La Touche, a brave young half-breed
trapper, sought for a wife.  He had not long to wait before he found a
maiden whose charms captivated his heart; besides which, she was an
accomplished manufacturer of mocassins, snow-shoes, and garments of
every description; she could also ride a horse and paddle or steer a
canoe; she was fearless in danger, and she had, indeed, been greatly
tried; once especially, when a party of Blackfeet, the hereditary
enemies of her tribe, had made their way over the mountains to recover
some horses which her people had captured.  The Cootonais claimed the
right of hunting the buffalo to the east of the Rocky Mountains, on the
prairies which the Blackfeet considered belonged exclusively to
themselves.  This was naturally a fertile source of dispute.

Kamela, or the "Young Fawn," the name given to the damsel selected by La
Touche, had been well trained to endure all the hardships and privations
to which a hunter's wife is invariably exposed.

The usual ceremonies having been gone through, the young Kamela went to
La Touche's tent, and became his most loving and devoted wife.  He
treated her, not as the Indians would--as a slave, but as an equal and a
friend, except in the presence of her countrymen, when he assumed the
stern, indifferent manner with which they treat their wives.  La Touche
did not long remain idle; but away over the mountains, and down streams
and rapids, across lakes, and through dense forests, he had to travel to
join a band of the fur-trading company to which he belonged.  Here four
or five years of his life were spent; and the once-graceful Kamela had
become a mother, with two fine children--Moolak, a boy, and a little
Kamela.

One day, towards the end of the year, La Touche received orders to join
Mr McDonald, a factor, with several other men, to assist in
establishing a fort on one of the streams which run into the Fraser
River.  The spot selected was on a high bluff, with the river flowing at
its base.  The fort was of a simple construction.  It was surrounded by
a palisade of stout timbers, fixed deeply in the ground, and united by
cross-bars, further strengthened by buttresses, and loop-holed for
musketry, with a few light guns to sweep the fort should the enemy break
in.  The interior consisted of log-huts and storehouses.  Such is the
style of most of the fur-trading forts.  To these forts the Indian
hunters bring their furs at periodical seasons, and receive fire-arms
and ammunition, tobacco, blankets, hatchets, knives, and other articles
in return; and too often, also, the deadly "fire-water."

The fort being finished, the hunters were sent off in parties in
different directions to search for game--either for food, or for the
furs of the animals.  Mr McDonald, sending for La Touche, told him that
he must proceed to a spot at the distance of about five days' journey,
with provisions for six weeks, accompanied by two other men.  "We will
take care of your wife and children till you return," he added.

"No, thank you, sir; I prefer having my wife's society.  We have gone
through many hardships and dangers together; and she will be happier
with me, and safer than in the fort," answered the hunter.

"How so, La Touche?" asked the factor.

"Why, sir, I mean that we have enemies--that it is possible the fort may
be attacked; and that, if you are not very vigilant, it may be captured
by treachery, if not by force," answered La Touche.

"You are plain spoken; but you need not be alarmed about our safety.  I
have not lived among these Red Skins for eight years or more, without
knowing their habits and tricks," answered Mr McDonald.  "However, by
all means, take your wife and children with you: you can have horses to
convey them."

La Touche, thanking the good-natured factor, set off with his companions
and wife and children.  His wife, from habit, marked well the way they
took; indeed, from constantly accompanying her husband, she knew the
country as well as he did.  They met on their way natives of two or
three of the neighbouring tribes; but, as they were well mounted and
armed, no one molested them.  They had rivers to ford, and hills to
climb, and there were woods through which, occasionally, to save a long
round, they had to hew their way.

At length the party reached the hunting-ground to which the factor had
directed them.  Wigwams were erected--conical shaped, and covered with
birch-bark--in a nook of the dense grove of cedars, where they would be
sheltered from the icy winds of the north; one for La Touche and his
family, the other for their companions.  While the men went out hunting,
Kamela remained at home to cook their provisions, and to look after her
children; she also set cunningly-devised traps in the neighbourhood of
the wigwams, over which she could watch.  She never failed to have a
good supper prepared for the hunters on their return home in the
evening.  She was one evening employed as usual, now lulling her little
girl to sleep as the infant lay in its hammock in the wigwam, now
attending to the simmering caldron, her quick ear ever on the watch for
the footstep of her husband.  Suddenly she started.  "That is not
Pierre's footstep," she muttered; "it is that of a stranger--no; it is
Michel's.  Alas! he is wounded."

Her fears were not unfounded.  In another minute, Michel, one of the
hunters, staggered into her hut, fearfully wounded.  No sooner had he
entered, than he sank on the ground gasping for breath.

"Fly!" he said; "they are both dead--your husband and Thomas.  The
Blackfleet have done it.  Take the horses--ride direct to McDonald's
fort--tell him--Oh! this pain! water, good Kamela!"

Before, however, the water reached his lips, the faithful hunter, who
had thus exerted his last remaining strength to save, if possible, the
life of his friend's wife and children, fell back, and died.

Kamela lost not a moment in giving way to unavailing grief.  Michel's
condition too fearfully corroborated his account to allow her to doubt
it.  Hurrying out, she caught with much difficulty two of the horses;
putting a pack on one and a saddle on the other, she loaded the first
with her blankets and two buffalo-robes, with some dried salmon and
beaver-flesh and flour, and on the other she mounted with her boy before
her and little Kamela at her back, and set off at a rapid rate in the
direction of McDonald's fort.

She rode as she had never before ridden, scarcely daring to look behind
lest she should see some of her dreaded enemies in pursuit.  Not for
herself did she fear--he that had bound her to earth was gone--but she
feared for her beloved little ones, who might fall into the hands of her
remorseless foes.  Night was rapidly drawing on.  The ground was covered
with snow.  It was bitterly cold; but she was afraid to light a fire,
lest it might betray her to those who she was persuaded would be on the
search for her.  With her axe she quickly cut some boughs and stripped
off sufficient bark to form a shelter, and wrapping herself and her
children in the blankets she had brought, and tethering the horses close
to her, she lay down to wait till morning light should enable her to
pursue her journey.  Sleep did not visit her eyelids, but anxiously she
listened the livelong night for any sounds which might indicate the
approach of foes.  A wandering pack of wolves might have discovered her;
and as she had only a long knife, which she had brought away to defend
herself, her prospect of escape was small indeed.

Daylight came at last, and at the first grey streak of light in the
eastern sky she was again mounted as before, and on her way towards the
fort.  She did not draw rein except when necessary to stop and feed the
horses.  If enemies were following her, she began to hope that she had
distanced them.  Choosing for her camp at night a sheltered spot in a
deep hollow, she ventured to light a small fire, at which she could warm
her own and her little one's benumbed limbs and dress some food.  She
slept, too; but still so heavy was her heart, that she would have
welcomed death but for the little ones at her side.

Kamela, too, had a hope beyond the grave.  Confused as her notions
probably were, she had learned from her husband that the Great Spirit,
who made the world, is a God of love, and holiness and purity; that it
is not His will that any should perish; that it was man's disobedience
brought sin, and suffering, and death into the world, and that God's Own
Son came into the world that He might triumph over both.  Kamela could,
therefore, pray intelligently to that Great Spirit through His Son, who
died for the sins of the whole world, for protection and support.  Not
often has a person been placed in greater peril than was that young
Indian woman.

On the evening of the third day, just as she had reached the brow of a
hill, she saw galloping towards her a band of warriors.  She knew at a
glance that they were foes.  She trusted that she had not been seen.
Rapidly turning her horses round, she galloped down the hill into the
thickest part of the wood.  Again she watched.  The Indians, instead of
ascending the hill, as she feared they might do, kept along the valley,
and thus did not discover her trail.  She emerged from her concealment,
and, as long as light lasted, pushed on towards the fort.  Once there,
she trusted that food and shelter would be found for her little ones.
More than once little Moolak asked for his father.  Only then did tears
start to her eyes.  She replied, "He has gone to be with the Great
Spirit.  We shall go to him some day."

The neighbourhood of the fort was reached; her loved ones would be in
safety.  She drew in her rein.  Anxiously she looked towards the bluff
on which the fort had been built.  "Surely, it rose above yonder clump
of bushes," she said to herself.

She approached cautiously.  With a sinking heart she gazed at the spot
where the fort had stood.  It was there no longer, and, in its place,
heaps of charred timber and ashes, the smoke from which still ascended
to the sky.  There could be no doubt that the fort had been destroyed;
perhaps even the enemy were yet in the neighbourhood.  Still, some of
her friends might have escaped.  She turned silently away, resolving to
visit the spot as soon as the shades of night should veil her approach.
At some little distance was a thick cluster of trees.  Retreating to it,
she carefully concealed the children and the horses.  Then, lying down
with her little ones, she waited, with her ear close to the ground, for
the return of night.

The hours passed slowly.  Not a sound broke the stillness of the
evening, save that made by the horses as they stirred up the snow to get
at the fresh grass and hay and leaves beneath.  She fed her children--
they were too well trained to cry out--and, kissing them, and offering
up a silent prayer that they may be protected, she set out on her
perilous expedition.  Her only weapon, besides her axe, was a long
knife.  Gathering her garments tightly round, as she neared the spot
where the fort had stood, she crept silently up.  The palisades and log
huts were still smouldering, but no human voice could she hear.
Cautiously at first, and then louder and louder, she called out the
names of Mr McDonald and those she had left with him in the fort.
Breathlessly she listened--no one answered to the summons.  Again and
again she called.  A strange cry reached her ears: she knew it well.  A
sudden breeze at that moment fanned up the embers, and by the bright
flames which burst forth she beheld, in the farther-off corner of the
fort, a band of prairie wolves wrangling and fighting over a banquet,
the nature of which she guessed too well.  To that part it was evident
her friends had retired, with their faces to the foe, and fought till
brought down by overwhelming numbers.  At that sad moment a new fear
seized her--the cry of the prairie wolf reached her from another point:
it came from the wood where she had left her children.  She panted with
agitation, with dread.  Maternal love gave wings to her feet: she flew
rather than ran back.  She sprang over the fallen logs: she dashed aside
the boughs in her way, regardless of the wounds they inflicted.  She
caught sight of two large wolves stealing towards her children.  Were
they the first, or had others got there before them?  She shrieked out--
she shouted--she dashed forward with her weapon to meet the savage
brutes.  In another moment they would have reached her sleeping infants;
but, not waiting her approach, they fled, howling, to join the rest of
the pack at the fort.  Her children were safe: she clasped them to her
bosom.  They were all, now, that remained to her on earth.  For their
sake she resolved to struggle on.  But she had a fearful prospect before
her.  Hundreds of miles from any civilised beings, or from any tribe of
natives on whose friendship she could rely; without means of procuring
food, starvation stared her in the face.  Yet she did not despair.  She
had the two horses: they must die.  She might, perhaps, trap some
animals; she must also build a habitation to shelter herself and her
little ones.  There was work enough before her.

She revolved these matters in her mind during the night.  By early dawn
she mounted her horse, and, leading the other, rode away from the fatal
spot.  For two days she travelled on, till she reached a range of hills,
among which she believed that she should be safe from discovery.  She
knew too well that, should she encounter any of her husband's foes,
neither her sad history nor her sex could save her from the most cruel
treatment--scarcely, indeed, from death.  At last she reached the
locality she sought, and fixed her abode in a deep hollow in the side of
the hill facing the sunny south.  She had brought with her some
buffalo-robes and deer-skins: with these and a few cedar-branches, and
some pine and other bark, she constructed a wigwam by the side of a
sparkling stream which burst forth from the mountain-side.

No game was to be found, and she was compelled to kill the horses, and
smoke-dry their flesh.  Their skins added somewhat to the comfort of her
hut.  For three weary months the poor widow, with her orphans, dragged
on a sad existence.  She saw her stock of food decreasing, and she might
have to travel far on foot before she could reach a place where more
could be obtained.  May had arrived, and there was no time to be lost;
so, packing the remainder of her horse-flesh, with as many of her
blankets, and buffalo-robes, and other articles as she could carry, with
her youngest child on her back, while she led the other, she commenced
her weary march across that wild region of mountains, forests, and
streams now known as British Columbia.  To no human being had she spoken
since her husband's dying comrade warned her to fly.

For days she toiled on over the rough ground, often having to carry the
little Moolak, in addition to his sister.  She had barely food
sufficient for another day, when several grey wreaths of smoke ascending
from a valley told her that a band of friends or foes were encamped
below.  She hesitated to approach them.  "They may be foes; and if they
are, will they spare me, wretched though I am?" she said to herself.
She looked at her children.  "I have no more food for them; I must
venture on."

Emerging from a thick wood, she saw close before her a large encampment.
She staggered forward, and stood trembling amid the camp.  A chief
stepped forward from his wigwam and listened to her tale, which was soon
told.

"You shall be a sister to us," he answered.  "Your people are our
friends, and, still more, are your husband's people.  I will be as a
father to your children.  Fear not, sister.  Here you shall find rest,
and shelter, and food."

The chief kept to his word, and the poor widow was treated with the
greatest kindness by him and his people.  The summer came, and a brigade
of the company's trading canoes passed down the river.  The people
landed, and spoke to her.  She was known to several of them, and they
invited her to accompany them.  The Indians entreated her to remain with
them.  She thanked them and said, "No, I will go with my husband's
people.  When I wedded him I became one of them.  I wish, also, that his
children should become like them, and be brought up in the faith to
which he held."

Wishing, therefore, the kind Indians farewell, she accompanied the
voyageurs; and in the far-off settlement to the east, where she
ultimately took up her abode under a Christian missionary, she herself
learned more clearly to comprehend the truths of the Gospel whose
gracious offers she had embraced, while by all around she was respected
and beloved.



CHAPTER ELEVEN.

THE TRAWLERS, A TALE OF THE NORTH SEA

THE NORTH SEA FLEET--SUNDAY AT THE FISHING GROUND--THE MISSIONARY
SERVICE--THE GALE--A MISHAP TO THE SEA-GULL AND HER CAPTAIN--A CRASH--
THE CAPTAIN'S DEATH--ALL LOST BUT TWO BOYS--DOING ONE'S DUTY--MORNING--
ALONE WITH A DEAD MAN--BREAKFAST--TO THE PUMPS--SAVED AT LAST.

A fleet of a hundred vessels or more lay together, dotting the surface
of the German Ocean, or North Sea, as it is more generally called,
upwards of 300 miles from the English shore.  They were mostly luggers,
of from sixty to eighty tons; each with a crew of from seven to nine
men.  These vessels formed a part of the North Sea fishing fleet,
chiefly belonging to Great Yarmouth and the adjacent ports, engaged in
trawling for turbot, soles, brill, and other flat fish, for the supply
of the London market.

They had been out there for nearly three weeks, their wants being
supplied, and the fish they had caught being taken away from them by
several large cutters, which came out from Yarmouth laden with ice, in
which the fish were packed, and thus conveyed to the Thames, or to the
nearest railway terminus--thence to be transported to London, and
dispersed by similar means all over the country.  It was Sunday: some of
the vessels had their sails set and their trawls down, their crews in
their dirty week-day dresses standing ready to haul them on board.
Other vessels, which had drawn close together, had their sails furled,
their anchors down, and their trawl-nets hung up in the rigging to dry.
A flag was flying at the mainmast-head on board two of them.  The device
was a figure with wings, and an open book with golden leaves in its
hand, on a blue ground, and underneath, the words "Missions to Seamen."
These two vessels were somewhat apart, and boats from the others were
pulling towards them.  On board one of the other vessels--the
_Sea-gull_--the crew were collected on deck, in their clean clothing,
maybe not so neat and new as they might have worn on shore, however.
The boat was alongside; the captain came on deck.

"Well, lads, who'll go with me to worship God with our
fellow-Christians?" he asked.

"What's come over the old man, of late?" growled out one of the
roughest-looking of the crew.  "We used to do very well without all this
praying and preaching; and I don't see what good it'll do us."

One or two laughed: but no one answered.

"You'll go, father," said a young lad, Robby Starling, addressing
another of the men.  "You can't tell what beautiful things are said; and
then there's praying and singing; it does one's heart good to hear them
sing.  Come, father; come."

"It's time to shove off, lads," said the old captain, looking round to
see who would go.

Robby again pleaded with his father, who at length stepped into the boat
with two other men, his son, another lad, and the captain.

The weather was calm and fine, so that it allowed of an awning to be
stretched over the deck, under which seats were arranged for the
accommodation of thirty or forty persons.  The sailor missionary, who
acted as mate of the missionary fishing-vessel, after appropriate
prayers had been offered up and psalms sung, urged his hearers, in a
loving manner, to accept the gracious offer of salvation while there was
yet time.

All were impressed with this address; no one more so than Rob Starling's
father and the other men from the _Sea-gull_.  Before leaving the vessel
the elder Starling went to the missionary, begged him for his prayers,
told him how heartily sorry he was for all his sins, and yet that he was
sure his loving Saviour would wash them all away.

Notwithstanding the calmness of the morning, there had been indications
all day of a change of weather; and just as the sun went down, the
admiral (for so the most experienced captain of the fleet elected to
that post is called) hoisted the signal for the vessels to return to
port.  As the fleet had a week or more to remain out, he had been
unwilling to make the signal, though it might have been better had he
done so earlier; but even the most experienced are at times mistaken as
to the weather at sea.

Those who had been trawling all day hauled their trawls on board; and
those which had been brought up, lifted their anchors, and all made sail
together.

Before midnight a fierce gale was blowing from the westward, shifting
now from the south-west, now from the north-west, and creating a heavy
cross-sea.  The fishing-vessels took different directions.  Some stood
to the north, some towards the south, endeavouring, as best they could,
to beat up against the gale; but they were quickly dispersed here and
there, so that the seamen on board the _Sea-gull_, with which we have to
do, when they looked out into the gloom around, could not discover a
single sail near them.  Dark seas, with white, foaming crests, rose up
on every side, threatening to fall over on the deck of the little
vessel, and send her to the bottom.  Now she rose to the summit of one
of them now she sunk down into the deep trough between them; tumbling
and pitching as if the sport of their fury.  The lightning flashed
vividly; the wind howled in the rigging; the waves roared, and ever and
anon struck the vessel as if about to batter in her sides, sending the
spray flying over her deck, wetting the crew (who stood holding on to
the bulwarks or rigging) through and through.

There was a loud crash, followed by a groan: the mizen yard had parted,
and, falling, had struck the old master, Captain Snow, to the deck.  His
men raised him up; he could not speak.  He was carried below, where his
injuries could be looked to.

"Robby, my son, do you and Bill Cuffe go below, and look after the old
man; this is not a night for boys like you to be on deck," said the
elder Starling, who now took the command.

The boys gladly obeyed.  Bill Cuffe proposed turning into their berths
to go to sleep; but Robby said, "No! we were told to look after the
captain."

The men, by a sickly light of a lantern, examined the captain's hurts,
as he lay in his berth, but though they could not discover that any limb
was broken, they soon saw that he was beyond their skill.  They had,
too, to hurry on deck to help repair the damage to the rigging.  Soon
after, Robby and Bill Cuffe heard the men on deck battening down the
hatches; it was a sign that things were becoming even more serious than
at first.  The bulkheads below creaked; the seas thumped and thumped
against the sides, and the _Sea-gull_ tumbled and pitched about in every
conceivable manner.

"What's going to happen? ain't we all going to the bottom?" asked Bill.
"What shall we do, Robby?"

"Do our duty, Bill, whatever happens, as the missionary told us this
morning; and pray to God to take care of us all aboard here," answered
Robby.  "We've now to try to help the captain; I think I hear him
speaking."

The boys went to the captain's side.  He had returned to consciousness.
"What's happened, boy?" he asked: "I can't move hand or foot."  Robby
told him.  "God's will be done," he murmured.  "Your father'll do his
best--he's a good seaman.  He went to service with us this morning.  I
wish all had gone."

While he was speaking, the vessel received a more furious blow; then
there was a rushing noise of water overhead, followed by loud crashes
and a few faint shrieks, and then the vessel seemed to bound upwards,
and no other sound was heard but that of the seas which washed against
the sides.  The boys clung to each other in terror; something dreadful
had happened, they had been long enough at sea to know that.  They
dreaded to ask each other; yet what could those shrieks mean?  There
were no sound of footsteps on deck; the movement of the vessel was
different; she no longer went ahead, but lay tossed about by the sea.

"Boys, are you prepared to meet your God?" asked the captain, in a deep
tone, making an effort to speak.  "Pray with me."  The boys went to him
and knelt by his side.  He tried in vain to lift up his hands.  They
repeated the solemn words he uttered.  His speech grew fainter and
fainter, then ceased altogether.  A few faint groans followed, then
there was an ominous silence.  Robby held the lantern to the old man's
face.  The eyes were open, but all expression had gone.

"Speak, Captain Snow; speak, Mr Snow--oh! do--do!" cried the boy.
"He's gone--the captain's dead, Bill," he said, sadly, after waiting for
some time and getting no answer.  "How sorry father and the rest will
be!"

The boys had not even then realised what had happened on deck.  Again
the lugger was wildly tossed about.  Another heavy blow was followed by
a rush of water below.  It seemed to come in forward.  They could stand
the suspense no longer, but rushing up the companion-ladder, with their
united strength they forced back the hatch, and looked out.  Better had
it been for them, poor boys, had they remained in ignorance till
daylight of what had happened.

The masts were gone; the boat was gone; the bulwarks were gone; and not
a human being remained on deck.  The sea had swept it clear, with the
exception of the companion-hatch, which was low and unusually strong.
To this they owed their preservation.  Had it been carried away, the
vessel must soon have filled; as it was, the fore-hatch had lifted, and
allowed the water to pour down.  Should it be carried away, the vessel
would very probably go down.  Mechanically drawing over the hatch again,
they returned into the cabin, and sat down, sobbing and wringing their
hands.

"Perhaps they're gone away in the boat," suggested Bill Cuffe.

Hobby for an instant checked his tears, but immediately saw the
improbability of this.  "Oh, no, no!  They're all gone! they're all
gone!" he repeated again and again.  "No one but us two and the dead
captain aboard the craft."

"What shall we do, then?" asked Bill, after a long silence.

Hobby looked at his companion earnestly before speaking.  "Trust in God,
and do our duty," he said, at length.

"Yes, but what is our duty, Robby?"

"I don't see that we can do much, as yet," answered Robby, "but trust in
God, and pray to Him.  Yes, I've heard say that when people die, their
friends go and shut their eyes: the captain's are open; let's go and do
that for him."

Together they went back to the body, and while Bill held the lantern,
Robby reverently closed the eyes of the dead man.

The _Sea-gull_ continued tumbling about as before, now tossed to the top
of one curling wave, now to that of another; while every now and then a
fresh rush of water down the fore-hatch made the two boys dread more
than ever that she would ere long go to the bottom.  They dared not go
on deck to see how matters stood, because they knew that if they did
they most probably would be swept off it; so they sat down on the floor
of the little cabin, and held on by the leg of the table, wishing that
daylight would come and the storm cease.

The night seemed a very long one; so, indeed, it was.  Wearied out, they
at length both slept.  How long, they could not tell, but a sudden lurch
threw them against the side of the vessel, and they awoke, but with
their senses confused, and neither of them able to recollect clearly
what had occurred.  The light in their lantern had burnt out, and they
were in total darkness.

Suddenly Bill exclaimed, "Oh, Robby, where's the captain?"

"Dead," said Robby: "you haven't forgotten that, surely."

"Dead!" exclaimed Bill.  "Oh, so he is, and we two here with him alone
in the cabin away out in the open sea.  I can't stand it, I tell you.
Where shall we go? what shall we do?"

Terror caused by thinking of the supernatural is especially infectious.
Robby was but a boy.  In spite of his better judgment, he allowed his
feelings to get the better of it, and he began to tremble like his
companion.  This was but natural.  Brought up as are boys of his class,
who could blame him?  There were the two lads, with their dead captain,
rolling about in a leaky craft during that fierce gale out in the North
Sea.  They dared not go on deck; they feared to remain in the cabin:
they crept over as far as they could from the side where the dead body
lay.  Not till Robby again thought of praying did he regain his
composure.  With the hatches battened down and the skylight covered
over, daylight could not penetrate in the little cabin.  The boys forgot
this, and sat on, Robby at length again falling asleep, but Bill's fears
kept him awake.  After a time it seemed to him that the vessel did not
tumble about so much; he was very hungry also, and he thought that it
must be day, and as he was afraid of moving by himself, he awoke Robby,
and together they groped their way to the companion-hatch, and,
unfastening it, the bright sunlight streamed full on their dazzled eyes.
The sea had gone down somewhat, but still it washed over the deck,
which was wet and slippery, and so they were afraid to venture on it
lest they should be washed off.  Hobby looked around, in the faint hope
that some one might be yet clinging to the vessel, but not one of the
seven men they had left there when they went below remained.  Then he
scanned the horizon on every side.  Foam-crested, dancing waves alone
were to be seen.  Not a sail appeared.  Bill now cried out for food.
They could venture to leave the companion-hatch off, and by the light
which streamed down it they were able to hunt about for some.  They soon
found some cold meat and biscuit, and fortunately also a jar of water,
and, with these things, quickly appeased their hunger.  They had no
fear, indeed, of starving, for there were plenty of fish on board, and
an ample supply of provisions of all sorts, but the cooking-place was
forward, and they could not venture along the deck to get to it.  After
their meal their spirits improved.  Hobby remarked with confidence that,
as the vessel had floated so long through the worst part of the gale,
she might still weather it out altogether.  They could hear, however, by
the rushing sound inside as she rolled, that there was a great deal of
water in her.  "We must try and pump it out," said Robby.  To do that
they must wait till they could get forward, where the brake of the pump
was kept.

All this time the wind was falling and the sea was going down, and at
last Robby thought that by working their way along the masts they might
reach the forehatch.  He led, Bill followed.  The hatch was found
partially off.  Fortunately, it had not been altogether washed away,
for, as it was, large quantities of water had got down and damaged
everything in the forecastle.  Bill, again frightened by the damage the
vessel had sustained, thought that pumping would be of no use.

"It's our duty to pump this vessel--and do so I will, if I can," said
Robby, firmly.

The pump, not without difficulty, was rigged, and they set to work
manfully.  It was very hard work too, but it was satisfactory to see the
clear water rushing out through the scuppers, and to believe that none
was coming in.  They pumped and pumped away till they were weary, and
then went back into the cabin to lie down awhile.

They had now got more accustomed to the sight of their dead captain, so
that even Bill did not object to passing the night in the cabin.  The
next day they again pumped away, and had entirely freed the vessel by
noon.  Having nothing more to do, their thoughts turned towards the
possibility of reaching England.  They anxiously scanned the horizon in
the hopes of seeing some vessel approaching them.  A sail was seen at
length--they thought that she was coming towards them, but she stood
away; then another and another came in sight; but their vessel was not
perceived.  Another night came on.  As the sun went down, the sky again
became very threatening.  Before midnight the gale had returned.  There
was no compass below, so the boys did not know from what quarter it
blew.  Poor Bill began really to despair, and wanted to get into a berth
and go to sleep till he was drowned.

"No, don't do that," said Robby.  "While there's life there's hope; and,
depend on't, God knows what's best for us."

The storm raged furiously, but the little vessel, freed from water, and
light as a cask, floated like a cork driven before it.  At length the
gale ceased, and the sea went down, and the two boys went on deck.  The
coast was in sight--they knew it well--they were off Lowestoft.  Boats
came off--the _Sea-gull_ was towed into the Yar.  It became known how
Robby and Bill had kept the vessel afloat by pumping her out before the
second gale came on.  A subscription was raised for Robby and his
mother; and, though he is very young, he commands a vessel of his own,
still firm in the belief which he endeavours to impress on others, that
"God knows what is best for us."






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