^>irM S-i/.C'i>:,< LI B RAPLY OF THL UNIVLRSITY or ILLINOIS cop. V ft; U The person charging this material is re- sponsible for its return to the library from which it was withdrawn on or before the Latest Date stamped below. Theft, mutilation, and underlining of books are reasons for disciplinary action and may result in dismissal from the University. To renew call Telephone Center, 333-8400 UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY AT URBANA-CHAMPAIGN JAN 1 u m L161— O-1096 The person charging this material is re- sponsible for its return to the library from which it was withdrawn on or before the Latest Date stamped below. Theft, mutilation, and underlining of books are reasons for disciplinary action and may result in dismissal from the University. To renew call Telephone Center, 333-8400 UNIVERSITY OF ILLINOIS LIBRARY AT URBANA-CHAMPAIGN ^- • ^r, v'^/ 1 * , '^■\ LOENA Doo:NrE A Romance of Exmoor By E. D. BLACKMORE AUTHOR OF "CRADOCK NOWELL," "ALICE LORRAINE," "CLARA VAUGHAN," ETC. Mij /not yav Ile'AoTro?, ju-ij |u.oi xpv depth of Bagworthy Forest, the beauty of the hapless maid '^ brought up in the midst of them, the plain John Ridd's ^;^Ierculean power, and (memory's too congenial food) the exploits of Tom Faggus. ^ March, 1869. m I /-"-^^i^^j^ ^~^.r\ PREFACE. TO THE SIXTH EDITION. Few things have surprised me more, and nothing has more pleased me, than the great success of this simple tale. For truly it is a grand success, to win the attention and kind regard, not of the general public only, but also of those who are at home with the scenery, people, life, and language, wherein a native cannot always satisfy the natives. Therefore any son of Devon may imagine, and will not grudge, the writer's delight at hearing from a recent visitor to the west, that, '^ ^ Lorna Doone,' to a Devonshire man, is as good as clotted cream, almost ! '^ Although not half so good as that, it has entered many a tranquil, happy, pure, and hospitable home ; and the author, while deeply grateful for this genial reception, ascribes it partly to the fact that his story contains no word, or thought, disloyal to its birthright in the fairest county of England. January, 1873. iv CONTENTS. Vol. I. CHAPTER PAOB I. Elements of Education 1 II. An Important Item 4 III. The War-path of the Doones 12 IV. A Rash Visit 23 V. An Illegal Settlement 30 VI. Necessary Practice = 35 VII. Hard it is to climb 41 VIII. A Boy and a Girl 50 IX. There is No Place like Home 67 X. A Brave Rescue and a Rough Ride 63 XI. Tom Deserves his Supper 69 XII. A Man justly Popular 76 XIII. Master Huckaback comes in 84 XIV. A Motion which ends in a Mull 92 XV. Quo Warranto? 97 XVI. LORNA GROWING FORMIDABLE 105 XVIL John is bewitched Ill XVIII. Witchery leads to Witchcraft .... 118 XIX. Another Dangerous Interview 122 XX. Lorna begins her Story 128 XXI. Lorna ends her Story 134 XXII. A Long Spring Month 141 XXIII. A Royal Invitation 147 XXIV. A Safe Pass for King's Messenger 156 XXV. A Great Man attends to Business 163 XXVI. John is drained and cast aside 171 V coy TENTS. CHAPTER PAGE XXVII. Home again at last 178 XXVIII. John has Hope of Lorna 181 XXIX. Reaping leads to Revelling 191 XXX. Annie gets the Best of it 199 XXXI. John Fry's Errand 208 XXXII. Feeding of the Pigs 218 XXXIII. An Early Morning Call 228 XXXIV. Two Negatives make an Affirmative 231 XXXV. Ruth is not like Lorna 236 XXXVI. John returns to Business 242 XXXVII. A VERY Desperate Venture 248 XXXVIII. A Good Turn for Jeremy 259 XXXIX. A Troubled State and a Foolish Joke 268 XL. Two Fools together 280 XLL Cold Comfort 288 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Vol. I. Draion by Frank T. Merrill. Engraved by John Andrew & Soji Co. Photogravure Frontispiece. '-^^^ " I PUMPED FOR HER VERY HEARTILY " 15 "She LEAPED THE WIDE WATER-TROUGH SIDEWAYS ACROSS TO AND FRO TILL NO BREATH WAS LEFT IN ME " 69 LORNA DOONE 108 "Is OUR ADMIRATION MUTUAL ? " 136 " In THE NAME OF GOD, SIR, LET ME GO ! " 166 "He LEANED OVER AND PEERED IN AROUND THE ROCKY CORNER" 215 " as i seized upon his bridle " 267 " Fools you are : be fools forever " 288 vii LORNA DOONE: A ROMANCE OF EXMOOR. CHAPTER I. ELEMENTS OF EDUCATION. If anybody cares to read a simple tale told simply, I, John Kidd, of the parish of Oare, in the county of Somerset, yeoman and churchwarden, have seen and had a share in some doings of this neighborhood, which I will try to set down in order, God sparing my life and memory. And they who light upon this book should bear in mind, not only that I write for the clearing of our parish from ill-fame and calumny, but also a thing which will, I trow, appear too often in it, to wit — that 1 am nothing more than a plain unlettered man, not read in foreign languages, as a gentleman might be, nor gifted with long words (even in mine own tongue), save what I may have won from the Bible, or Master William Shakespeare, whom, in the face of common opinion, I do value highly. In short, I am an ignoramus, but pretty well for a yeoman. My father being of good substance, at least as we reckon in Exmoor, and seized in his own right, from many generations, of one, and that the best and largest, of the three farms into which our parish is divided (or rather the cultured part thereof), he, John Ridd, the elder, churchwarden and overseer, being a great admirer of learning, and well able to write his name, sent me his only son to be schooled at Tiverton, in the county of Devon. For the chief boast of that ancient town (next to its woollen-staple) is a worthy grammar-school, the largest in the west of England, founded and handsomely endowed in the year 1604, by Master Peter Blundell, of that same place, clothier. VOL. I. — 1 1 2 LOBNA DOONE, Here, by the time I was twelve years old, I had risen into the upper school, and could make bold with Eutropius and Csesar — by aid of an English version — and as much as six lines of Ovid. Some even said that I might, before manhood, rise almost to the third form, being of a persevering nature ; albeit, by full consent of all (except my mother), thick-headed. But that would have been, as I now perceive, an ambition beyond a farmer's son; for there is but one form above it, and that made of masterful scholars, entitled rightly "monitors." So it came to pass, by the grace of God, that I was called away from learning, whilst sitting at the desk of the junior lirst in the upper school, and beginning the Greek verb rvTrrco. My eldest grandson makes bold to say that I never could have learned ^tXeco, ten pages further on, being all he himself could manage, with plenty of stripes to help him. I know that he hath more head than I — though never will he have such body ; and am thankful to have stopped betimes, with a meek and wholesome head-piece. But if you doubt of my having been there, because now I know so little, go and see my name, " John Bidd, " graven on that very form. Forsooth, from the time I was strong enough to open a knife and to spell my name, I began to grave it in the oak, first of the block whereon I sate, and then of the desk in front of it, according as I was promoted from one to other of them : and there my grandson reads it now, at this present time of writing, and hath fought a boy for scoffing at it — "John Bidd his name," — and done again in"winkeys," a mischievous but cheerful device, in which we took great pleasure. This is the manner of a "winkey," which I here set down, lest child of mine, or grandchild, dare to make one on my premises ; if he does, I shall know the mark at once, and score it well upon him. The scholar obtains, by prayer or price, a handful of salt-petre, and then with the knife, wherewith he should rather be trying to mend his pens, what does he do but scoop a hole where the desk is some three inches thick. This hole should be left with the middle exalted, and the circumf ere dug more deeply. Then let him fill it with salt-petre, all save a little space in the midst, where the boss of the wood is. Upon that boss (and it will be the better if a splinter of timber rise upward) he sticks the end of his candle of tallow, or " rat's tail," as we called it, kindled and burning smoothly. Anon, as he reads by that light his lesson, lifting his eyes now and then it may be, the fire of candle lays hold of the petre ELEMENTS OF EDUCATION. 3 with a spluttering noise and a leaping. Then should the pupil seize his pen, and,, regardless of the nib, stir bravely, and he will see a glow as of burning mountains, and a rich smoke, and sparks going merrily; nor will it cease, if he stir wisely, and there be good store of petre, until the wood is devoured through, like the sinking of a well-shaft. Xow well may it go with the head of a boy intent upon his primer, who betides to sit there- under ! But, above all things, have good care to exercise this art, before the master strides up to his desk, in the early gray of the morning. Other customs, no less worthy, abide in the school of Blun- dell, such as the singeing of nightcaps ; but though they have a pleasant savor, and refreshing to think of, I may not stop to note them, unless it be that goodly one at the incoming of a flood. The school-house stands beside a stream, not very large, called " Lowman, " which flows into the broad river of Exe, about a mile below. This Lowman stream, although it be not fond of brawl and violence (in the manner of our Lynn), yet is wont to flood into a mighty head of waters when the storms of rain provoke it; and most of all when its little co-mate, called the " Taunton brook " — where I have plucked the very best cresses that ever man put salt on — comes foaming down like a great roan horse, and rears at the leap of the hedge-rows. Then are the gray stone walls of Blundell on every side encompassed, the vale is spread over with looping waters, and it is a hard thing for the daj'-boys to get home to their suppers. And in that time, the porter, old Cop (so called because he hath copper boots to keep the wet from his stomach, and a nose of copper also, in right of other waters), his place it is to stand at the gate, attending to the flood-boards grooved into one another, and so to watch the torrent's rise, and not be washed away, if it please God he may help it. But long ere the flood hath attained this height, and while it is only waxing, certain boys of deputy will watch at the stoop of the drain-holes, and be apt to look outside the walls when Cop is taking a cordial. And in the very front of the gate, just without the archway, where the ground is paved most handsomely, yovl may see in ■ copy-letters done a great P. B. of white pebbles. Now, it is the custom and the law that when the invading waters, either fluxing along the wall from below the road-bridge, or pouring sharply across the meadows from a cut called " Owen's ditch " — and I myself have seen it come both ways — upon the very instant when the waxing element lips though it be but a single pebble of the founder's letters, it is in the license of any boy. 4 LOBNA DOONE. soever small and undoctrined, to rush into the great school- rooms, where a score of masters sit heavily^ and scream at the top of his voice, "P. B." Then, with a yell, the boys leap up, or break away from their standing; they toss their caps to the black-beamed roof, and haply the very books after them; and the great boys vex no more the small ones, and the small boys stick up to the great ones. One with another, hard they go, to see the gain of the waters, and the tribulation of Cop, and are prone to kick the day-boys out, with words of scanty compliment. Then the masters look at one another, having no class to look to, and (boys being no more left to watch) in a manner they put their mouths up. With a spirited bang they close their books, and make invitation the one to the other for pipes and foreign cordials, recommending the chance of the time, and the comfort away from cold water. But, lo ! I am dwelling on little things and the pigeons' eggs of infancy, forgetting the bitter and heavy life gone over me since then. If I am neither a hard man nor a very close one, God knows I have had no lack of rubbing and pounding, to make stone of me. Yet can I not somehow believe that we ought to hate one another, to live far asunder, and block the mouth each of his little den; as do the Avild beasts of the wood, and the hairy outangs now brought over, each with a chain upon him. Let that matter be as it will. It is beyond me to unfold, and mayhap of my grandson's grandson. All I know is that wheat is better than when I began to sow it. CHAPTER II. AN IMPORTANT ITEM. Kow the cause of my leaving Tiverton school, and the way of it, were as follows. On the 29th day of November, in the year of our Lord 1673, the very day when I was twelve years old, and had spent all my substance in sweetmeats, with which I made treat to the little boys, till the large boys ran in and took them, we came out of school at five o'clock, as the rule is upon Tuesdays. According to custom, we drove the day-boys in brave rout down the causeway, from the school-porch even to the gate where Cop has his dwelling and duty. Little it recked us and helped them less, that they were our founder's AN IMPORTANT ITEM. 5 citizens, and haply his own grand-ne^^hews (for he left no direct descendants), neither did we much inquire what their lineage was. For it had long been fixed among us, who were of the house and chambers, that these same day-boys were all " caddes, " as we had discovered to call it, because they paid no groat for their schooling, and brought their own commons with them. In consumption of these we would help them, for our fare in hall fed appetite; and while we ate their victuals we allowed them freely to talk to us. Nevertheless, we could not feel, when all the victuals were gone, but that these boys required kicking from the premises of Blundell. And some of them were shop-keepers' sons, young grocers, fellmongers, and poulterers, and these, to their credit, seemed to know how right- eous it was to kick them. But others were of high family, as any need be, in Devon — Carews, and Bouchiers, and Bastards, and some of these would turn sometimes, and strike the boy that kicked them. But to do them justice, even these knew that they must be kicked for not paying. After these " charity-boys " were gone, as in contumely we called them — ''If you break my bag on my head," said one, " whence will you dine, to-morrow? " — and after old Cop with clang of iron had jammed the double gates in under the scruff- stone archway, whereupon are Latin verses, done in brass of small quality, some of us who were not hungry, and cared not for the supper-bell, having sucked much parliament and dumps at my only charges — not that I ever bore much wealth, but because I had been thrifting it for this time of my birth, — we were leaning quite at dusk against the iron bars of the gate, some six, or it may be seven of us, small boys all, and not conspicuous in the closing of the daylight and the fog that came at eventide, else Cop would have rated us up the green, for he was churly to little boys when his wife had taken their money. There was plenty of room for all of us, for the gate will hold nine boys close-packed, unless they be fed rankly, whereof is little danger; and now we were looking out on the road and wishing we could get there; hoping, moreover, to see a good string of pack-horses come by, with troopers to protect them. For the day-boys had brought us word that some intending their way to the town had lain that morning at Sampford Peveril, and must be in ere nightfall, because Mr. Faggus was after them. Now ]\Ir. Faggus was my first cousin, and an honor to the family, being a Northmolton man, of great renown on the highway, from Barum town even to London. Therefore, of course, I hoped that he would catch the packmen, and the boys were asking my opinion, as of an oracle, about it. t) LORNA DOONE. A certain boy leaning up against me would not allow my elbow room, and struck me very sadly in the stomach part, though his own was full of my parliament. And this I felt so unkindly, that I smote him straightway in the face without tarrying to consider it, or weighing the question duly. Upon this he put his head down, and presented it so vehemently at the middle of my waistcoat, that for a minute or more my breath seemed dropped, as it were, from my pockets, and my life seemed to stop from great want of ease. Before I came to myself again, it had been settled for us that we should move to the "Ironing-box," as the triangle of turf is called, where the two causeways coming from the school-porch and the hall- porch meet, and our fights are mainly celebrated ; only we must wait until the convoy of horses had passed, and then make a ring by candlelight, and the other boys would like it. But sud- denly there came round the post where the letters of our founder are, not from the way of Taunton, but from the side of Lowman bridge, a very small string of horses, only two indeed (counting for one the pony), and a red-faced man on the bigger nag. " Plaise ye, worshipful masters," he said, being feared of the gateway, "earn 'e tull whur our Jan Kidd be?" " Hyur a be, ees fai, Jan Eidd," answered a sharp little chap, making game of John Fry',? language. "Zhow un U13, then," says John Fry, poking his whip through the bars at us; '' Zhow un up, and put tun aowt." The other little chaps pointed at me, and some began to holla; but I knew what I was about. "Oh, John, John," I cried; "what's the use of your coming now, and Peggy over the moors, too, and it is so cruel cold for her? The holidays don't begin till Wednesday fortnight, John. To think of your not knowing that ! " John Fry leaned forward in the saddle, and turned his eyes away from me ; and then there was a noise in his throat, like a snail crawling on a window-pane. " Oh, us knaws that wull enough, Maister Jan; reckon every Oare-man knaw that, without go to skoo-ull, like you doth. Your moother have kept arl the apples up, and old Betty toorned the black puddens, and none dare set trap for a blagbird. Arl for thee, lad; every bit of it now for thee! " He checked himself suddenly, and frightened me. I knew that John Fry's way so well. " And father, and father — oh, how is father? " I pushed the boys right and left as I said it. " John, is father up in town ! ^iV" IMPORTANT ITEM. 7 He always used to come for me, and leave nobody else to do it." "Vaytlier'll be at the crooked post, t'other side o' telling- house.^ Her coodn't lave 'ouze by raison of the Christmas bakkon comin' on, and zome o' the cider welted." He looked at the nag's ears as he said it; and, being up to John Fry's ways, I knew that it was a lie. And my heart fell, like a lump of lead, and I leaned back on the stay of tht' gate, and longed no more to fight anybody. A sort of dull power hung over me, like the cloud of a brooding tempest, and I feared to be told anything. I did not even care to stroke the nose of my pony Peggy, although she pushed it in through the rails, where a square of broader lattice is, and sniffed at me, and began to crop gently after my fingers. But whatever lives or dies, business must be attended to; and the principal busi- ness of good Christians is, beyond all controversy, to fight with one another. " Come up, Jack, " said one of the boys, lifting me under the chin; "he hit you, and you hit him, you know." " Pay your debts before you go, " said a monitor, striding up to me, after hearing how the honor lay ; " Eidd, you must go through with it." "Fight, for the sake of the junior first," cried the little fel- low in my ear, the clever one, the head of our class, who had mocked John Fry, and knew all about the aorists, and tried to make me know it; but I never went more than three places up, and then it was an accident, and I came down after dinner. The boys were urgent round me to fight, though my stomach was not up for it; and being very slow of wit (which is not chargeable on me), I looked from one to other of them, seek- ing any cure for it. Not that I was afraid of fighting, for noAv I had been three years at Blundell's, and foughten, all that time, a fight at least once every week, till the boys began to know me ; only that the load on my heart was not sprightly as of the hay -field. It is a very sad thing to dwell on; but even now, in my time of wisdom, I doubt it is a fond thing to imag- ine, and a motherly to insist upon, that boys can do without fighting. Unless they be very good boys, and afraid of one another. "Nay," I said, with my back against the wrought-iron stay of the gate, which was socketed into Cop's house-front; "I ^ The "telling-houses " on the moor are rude cots where the shepherds meet, to "tell " their sheep at the end of the pasturing season. 8 LORN A DOONE. will not fight thee now, Eobin Snell, but wait till I come back again." "Take coward's blow, Jack Eidd, then," cried half-a-dozen little boys, shoving Bob Snell forward to do it; because they all knew well enough, having striven with me ere now, and proved me to be their master, — they knew, I say, that without great change, I would never accept that contumely. But I took little heed of them, looking in dull wonderment at John Fry, and Smiler, and the blunderbuss, and Peggy. John Fry was scratching his head, I could see, and getting blue in the face, by the light from Cop's parlor-window, and going to and fro upon Smiler, as if he were hard set with it. And all the time he was looking briskly from my eyes to the fist I was clench- ing, and methought he tried to wink at me in a covert manner; and then Peggy whisked her tail. " Shall I light, John? " I said at last; " I would an you had not come, John." "Chraist's will be done; I zim thee had better faight, Jan," he answered, in a whisper, through the gridiron of the gate; "there be a dale of faighting avore thee. -Best wai to begin guide taime laike. Wull the geatman latt me in, to zee as thee hast vair plai, lad? " He looked doubtfully down at the color of his cowskin boots, and the mire upon the horses, for the sloughs were exceeding mucky. Peggy, indeed, my sorrel pony, being lighter of weight, was not crusted much over the shoulders ; but Smiler (our youngest sledder) had been well in over his withers, and none would have deemed him a piebald, save of red mire and black mire. The great blunderbuss, moreover, was choked with a dollop of slough-cake; and John Fry's sad-colored Sunday hat was indued with a plume of marish-weed. All this I saw while he was dismounting, heavily and wearily, lifting his leg from the saddle-cloth, as if with a sore crick in his back. By this tiine the question of fighting was gone quite out of our own discretion ; for sundry of the elder boys, grave and reverend signors, who had taken no small pleasure in teaching our hands to fight, to ward, to parry, to feign and counter, to lunge in the manner of sword-play, and the weaker child to drop on one knee, when no cunning of fence might baffle the onset — these great masters of the art, who would far liefer see us little ones practise it, than themselves engage, six or seven of them came running down the rounded causeway, hav- ing-heard that there had arisen "a snug little mill " at the gate. Now whether that word hath origin in a Greek term AN IMPORTANT ITEM. 9 meaning a conflict, as the best-read boys asseverated, or whether it is nothing more than a figure of similitude, from the beating arms of a mill, such as I have seen in counties where are no waterbrooks, but folk made bread with wind — it is not for a man devoid of scholarship to determine. Enough that they who made the ring intituled the scene a "mill," while we who must be thumped inside it tried to rejoice in their pleasantry, till it turned upon the stomach. Moreover, I felt upon me now a certain responsibility, a dutiful need to maintain, in the presence of John Fry, the manliness of the Eidd family, and the honor of Exmoor. Hitherto none had worsted me, although in the three years of my schooling I had fought more than threescore battles, and bedewed with blood every plant of grass towards the middle of the Ironing-box. And this success I owed at first to no skill of my own, until I came to know better; for up to twenty or thirty fights, I struck as nature guided me, no wiser than a father-long-legs in the heat of a lanthorn; but I had conquered, partly through my native strength and the Exmoor toughness in me, and still more that I could not see when I had gotten my bellyful. But now I was like to have that and more; for my heart was down, to begin with ; and then Eobert Snell was a bigger boy than I had ever encountered, and as thick in the skull, and hard in the brain, as even I could claim to be. I had never told my mother a word about these frequent strivings, because she was soft-hearted; neither had I told my father, because he might have beaten me. Therefore, behold- ing me still an innocent-looking child, with fair curls on my forehead, and no store of bad language, John Fry thought this was the very first fight that ever had befallen me ; and so when they let him in at the gate "with a message to the head- master," as one of the monitors told Cop, and Peggy and Smiler were tied to the railings, till I should be through my business, John comes up to me with the tears in his eyes, and says, "Doon't thee goo for to do it, Jan; doon't thee cloo it, for gude now." But I told him that now it was much too late to cry off; so he said, "The Lord be with thee, Jan, and turn thy thumb-knuckle inwards." It is not a very large piece of ground in the angle of the causeways, but quite big enough to fight upon, especially for Christians, who love to be cheek by jowl at it. The great boys stood in a circle around, being gifted with strong privilege, and the little boys had leave to lie flat, and look through the legs of the great boys. But while we were yet preparing, and the 10 LORNA BOONE. caudles hissed in the fog-cloud, old Phoebe, of more than four- score years, whose room was over the hall-porch, came hobbling out, as she always did, to mar the joy of the conflict. No one ever heeded her, neither did she expect it; but the evil was that two senior boys must always lose the first round of the fight, by having to lead her home again. I marvel how Robin Snell felt. Very likely he thought nothing of it, always having been a boy of an hectoring and unruly sort. But T felt my heart go up and down, as the boys came round to strip me ; and greatly fearing to be beaten, I blew hot upon my knuckles. Then pulled I off my little cut jerkin, and laid it down on my head cap, and over that my waistcoat ; and a boy was proud to take care of them, Thomas Hooper was his name, and I remember how he looked at me. My mother had made that little cut jerkin, in the quiet winter evenings, and taken pride to loop it up in a fashionable way, and I was loth to soil it with blood, and good filberds were in the pocket. Then up to me came Robin Snell (mayor of Exeter thrice since that), and he stood very square, and looked at me, and I lacked not h^ng to look at him. Round his waist he had a kerchief, busking up his small-clothes, and on his feet light pumpkin shoes, and all his upper raiment off. And he danced about, in a way that made my head swim on my shoul- ders, and he stood some inches over me. But T, being muddled with much doubt about John Fry and his errand, was only stripped of my jerkin and waistcoat, and not comfortable to begin. "Come now, shake hands," cried a big boy, jumping in joy of the spectacle, a third-former nearly six feet high; "shake hands, you little devils. Keep your pluck up, and show good sport, and Lord love the better man of you." Robin took me by the hand, and gazed at me disdainfully, and then smote me painfully in the face, ere I could get my fence up. "Whutt be 'bout, lad?" cried John Fry; "hutt un again, Jan, wull 'e? Well done then, our Jan boy." For I had replied to Robin now with all the weight and cadence of penthemimeral csesura (a thing, the name of which I know, but could never make head nor tail of it), and the strife began in a serious style, and the boys looking on were not cheated. Although I could not collect their shouts when the blows were ringing upon me, it was no great loss ; for John Fry told me afterwards that their oaths went up like a furnace fire. But to these we paid no heed or hap, being in the thick AN IMPORTANT ITEM. 11 of swinging, and devoid of judgment. All I know is, I came to my corner, when the round was over, with very hard pumps in my chest, and a great desire to fall away. "Time is up," cried head-monitor, ere ever I got my breath again; and when I fain would have lingered awhile on the knee of the boy that held me. John Fry had come up, and the boys were laughing because he wanted a stable lanthorn, and threatened to tell my mother. "Time is up," cried another boy, more headlong than head- monitor. " If we count three before the come of thee, thwacked thou art, and must go to the women." I felt it hard upon me. He began to count, one, two, three — but before the "three" was out of his mouth, I was facing my foe, with both hands up, and my breath going rough and hot, and resolved to wait the turn of it. For I had found seat on the knee of a boy, sage and skilled to tutor me, who knew how much the end very often differs from the beginning. A rare ripe scholar he was ; and now he hath routed up the Germans in the matter of criti- cism. Sure the clever boys and men have most love towards the stupid ones. "Finish him off. Bob," cried a big boy, and that I noticed especially, because I thought it unkind of him, after eating of my toffee as he had that afternoon ; " finish him off, neck and crop; he deserves it for sticking up to a man like you." But I was not so to be finished off, though feeling in my knuckles now as if it were a blueness and a sense of chilblain. Nothing held except my legs, and they were good to help me. So this bout, or round, if you please, was foughten warily by me, with gentle recollection of what my tutor, the clever boy, had told me, and some resolve to earn his praise before I came back to his knee again. And never, I think, in all my life, sounded sweeter words in my ears (except when my love loved me) than when my second and backer, who had made himself part of my doings now, and would have wept to see me beaten, said — "Famously done, Jack, famously! Only keep your wind up. Jack, and you'll go right through him ! " Meanwhile John Fry was prowling about, asking the boys what they thought of it, and whether I was like to be killed, because of my mother's trouble. But finding now that I had foughten threescore fights already, he came up to me woefully, in the quickness of my breathing, while I sat on the knee of my second, with a piece of spongious coralline to ease me of my bloodshed, and he says in my ears, as if he was clapping spurs into a horse — 12 LORNA DOONE. " Never thee knack under, Jan, or never coom naigh Hex- moor no more." With that it was all up with me. A simmering buzzed in my heavy brain, and a light came through my eye -places. At once I set both fists again, and my heart stuck to me like cob- bler's wax. Either Robin Snell should kill me, or I would conquer Eobin Snell. So I went in again, with my courage up; and Bob came smiling for victory, and I hated him for smiling. He let at me with his left hand, and I gave him my right between his eyes, and he blinked, and was not pleased with it. I feared him not, and spared him not, neither spared myself. My breath came again, and my heart stood cool, and my eyes struck fire no longer. Only I knew that I would die, sooner than shame my birthplace. How the rest of it was I know not ; only that I had the end of it, and helped to put Eobin in bed. CHAPTER HI. THE WAR-PATH OF THE DOONES. From Tiverton town to the town of Oare is a very long and painful road, and in good truth the traveller must make his way, as the saying is; for the way is still unmade, at least, on this side of Dulverton, although there is less danger now than in the time of my schooling; for now a good horse may go there without much cost of leaping; but when I was a boy, the spurs would fail, when needed most, by reason of the slough-cake. It is to the credit of this age, and our advance upon fatherly ways, that now we have laid down rods and fagots, and even stump-oaks here and there, so that a man in good daylight need not sink, if he be quite sober. There is nothing I have striven at more than doing my duty, way-warden over Exmoor. But in those days, Avhen I came from school (and good times they v/ere, too, full of a warmth and fine hearth-comfort, which now are dying out), it was a sad and sorry business to find where lay the highway. We are taking noAV to mark it off with a fence on either side, at least, when a town is handy; but to me this seems of a high pretence, and a sort of land- mark and channel for robbers, though well enough near Lon- don, where they have earned a race-course. We left the town of the two fords, which they say is the THE WAR-PATH OF THE DOONES. 13 meaning of it, very early in the morning, after lying one day to rest, as was demanded by the nags, sore of foot and foun- dered. For my part, too, I was glad to rest, having aches all over me, and very heavy bruises ; and we lodged at the sign of the White Horse Inn, in the street called Gold Street, opposite where the souls are of John and Joan Greenway, set up in gold letters, because we must take the homeward way at cockcrow of the morning. Though still John Fry was dry with me of the reason of his coming, and only told lies about father, and could not keep them agreeable, I hoped for the best, as all boys will, especially after a victory. And I thought, perhaps father had sent for me, because he had a good harvest, and the rats were bad in the corn-chamber. It was high noon before we were got to Dulverton that day, near to which town the river Exe and its big brother Barle have union. My mother had an uncle living there, but we were not to visit his house this time, at which I was somewhat astonished, since we needs must stop for at least two hours, to bait our horses thorough Avell, before coming to the black bogway. The bogs are very good in frost, except where the hot-springs rise; but as yet there had been no frost this year, save just enough to make the blackbirds look big in the morn- ing. In a hearty black -frost they look small, until the snow falls over them. The road from Bampton to Dulverton had not been very delicate, yet nothing to complain of much — no deeper, indeed, than the hocks of a horse, except in the rotten places. The day was inclined to be mild and foggy, and both nags sweated freely ; but Peggy carrying little weight (for my wardrobe was upon Smiler, and John Fry grumbling always), we could easily keep in front, as far as you may hear a laugh. John had been rather bitter with me, which methought was a mark of ill-taste at coming home for the holidays ; and yet I made allowance for John, because he had never been at school, and never would have chance to eat fry upon condition of spelling it; therefore I rode on, thinking that he was hard- set, like a saw, for his dinner, and would soften after tooth- work. And yet at his most hungry times, when his mind was far gone upon bacon, certes he seemed to check himself and look at me as if he were sorry for little things coming over great. But now, at Dulverton, we dined upon the rarest and choicest victuals that ever I did taste. Even, now. at my time of life, to think of it gives me appetite, as once and awhile to think 14 LORNA DOONE, of my first love makes me love all goodness. Hot mutton pasty was a thing I had often heard of from very wealthy boys and men, who made a dessert of dinner; and to hear them talk of it made my lips smack, and my ribs come inwards. And now John Fry strode into the hostel, with the air and grace of a short-legged man, and shouted as loud as if he was calling sheep upon Exmoor — " Hot mootton pasty for twoo trarv'lers, at number vaive, in vaive minnits ! Dish un up in the tin with the grahvy, zame as I hardered last Tuesday." Of course it did not come in five minutes, nor yet in ten or twenty; but that made it all the better when it came to the real presence; and the smell of it was enough to make an empty man thank God for the room there was inside him. Fifty years have passed me quicker than the taste of that gravy. It is the manner of all good boys to be careless of apparel, and take no pride in adornment. Good lack, if I see a boy make todo about the fit of his crumpler, and the creasing of his breeches, and desire to be shod for comeliness rather than for use, I cannot 'scape the mark that God took thought to make a girl of him. Not so when they grow older, and court the regard of the maidens; then may the bravery pass from the inside to the outside of them; and no bigger fools are they, even then, than their fathers were before them. But God for- bid any man to be a fool to love, and be loved, as I have been. Else would he have prevented it. When the mutton pasty was done, and Peggy and Smiler had dined well also, out I went to wash at the pump, being a lover of soap and water, at all risk, except of my dinner. And John Fry, who cared very little to wash, save Sabbath days in his own soap, and who had kept me from the pump by threat- ening loss of the dish, out he came in a satisfied manner, with a piece of quill in his hand, to lean against a door-post, and listen to the horses feeding, and have his teeth ready for supper. Then a lady's-maid came out, and the sun was on her face, and she turned round to go back again ; but put a better face upon it, and gave a trip and hitched her dress, and looked at the sun full body, lest the hostlers should laugh that she was losing her complexion. With a long Italian glass in her fingers very daintily, she came up to the pump in the middle of the yard, where I was running th^ water off all my head and shoul- ders, and arms, and some of my breast even, and though I had F^1 \^ ' JBp^^-3 I HUMPED FOR HER VERY HEARTILY." — Vol. I. p. 15- THE WAR-PATH OF THE DOONBS. 15 glimpsed her through the sprinkle, it gave me quite a turn to see her, child as I was, in my open aspect. But she looked at me, no whit abashed, making a baby of me, no doubt, as a woman of thirty will do, even with a very big boy when they catch him on a hayrick, and she said to me, in a brazen man- ner, as if I had been nobody, while I was shrinking behind the pump, and craving to get my shirt on, — " Good leetle boy, come hither to me. Fine heaven! how blue your eyes are, and your skin like snow; but some naughty man has beaten it black. Oh, leetle boy, let me feel it. Ah, how then it must have hurt you! There now, and you shall love me." All this time she was toucning my breast, here and there, very lightly, with her delicate brown lingers, and I understood from her voice and manner tliat she was not of this country, but a foreigner by extraction. And then I was not so shy of her, because I could talk better English than she; and yet I longed for my jerkin, but liked not to be rude to her. " If you please, madam, I must go. John Fry is waiting by the tapster's door, and Peggy neighing to me. If you please, we must get home to-night; and father Avill be waiting for me this side of the telling-house." " There, there, you shall go, leetle dear, and perhaps I will go after you. I have taken much love of you. But the Baroness is hard to me. How far you call it now to the bank of the sea at Wash — Wash " "At Watchett, likely you mean, madam. Oh, a very long way, and the roads as soft as the roads to Oare." "Oh-ah, oh-ah, — I shall remember; that is the place where my leetle boy live, and some day I will come seek for him. Now make the pump to flow, my dear, and give me the good water. The Baroness will not touch, unless a nebule be formed outside the glass." I did not know what she meant by that; yet I pumped for her Very heartily, and marvelled to see her for fifty times throw the water away in the trough, as if it was not good enough. At last the water suited her, with a likeness of fog outside the glass, and the gleam of a crystal under it, and then she made a courtesy to me, in a sort of mocking manner, holding the long glass by the foot, not to take the cloud off; and then she wanted to kiss me ; but I was out of breath, and have always been shy of that work, except when I come to offer it; and so I ducked under the pump-handle, and she knocked her chin on the knob of it; and the hostlers came out, and asked whether they would do as well. 16 LORN A BOONE. Upon this, she retreated up the yard, with a certain dark dignity, and a foreign way of walking, which stopped them at once from going further, because it was so different from the fashion of their sweethearts. One with another they hung back, where half a cartload of hay was, and they looked to be sure that she would not turn round ; and then each one laughed at the rest of them. Now, up to the end of Dulverton town, on the northward side of it, where the two new pig-sties be, the Oare folk and the Watchett folk must trudge on together, until we come to a broken cross, where a murdered man lies buried. Peggy and Smiler went up the hill, as if nothing could be too much for them, after the beans they had eaten, and suddenly turning a corner of trees, we happened upon a great coach and six horses laboring very heavily. John Fry rode on with his hat in his hand, as became him towards the quality ; but I was amazed to that degree that, I left my cap on my head, and drew bridle without knowing it. For in the front seat of the coach, which was half-way open, being of new city-make, and the day in want of air, sate the foreign lady, who had met me at the pump and offered to salute me. By her side was a little girl, dark-haired and very won- derful, with a wealthy softness on her, as if she must have her own way. I could not look at her for two glances, and she did not look at me for one, being such a little child, and busy with the hedges. But in the honorable place sate a handsome lady, very warmly dressed, and sweetly delicate of color. And close to her was a lively child, two or it may be three years old, bearing a white cockade in his hat, and staring at all and everybody. Kow, he saw Peggy, and took such a liking to her, that the lady his mother — if so she were — was forced to look at my pony and me. And, to tell the truth, although I am not of those who adore the high folk, she looked at us very kindly, and with a sweetness rarely found in the women who milk the cows for us. Then I took off my cap to the beautiful lady, without asking wherefore; and she put up her hand and kissed it to me, thinking perhaps, that I looked like a gentle and good little boy ; for folk always called me innocent, though God knows I never was that. But now the foreign lady, or lady's-maid, as it might be, who had been busy with little dark-eyes, turned upon all this going on, and looked me straight in the face. I was about to salute her, at a distance, indeed, and not with the nicety she had offered to me, but, strange to say, she stared THE WAli-PATU OF THE DOONES. 17 at my eyes as if she had never seen me before, neither wished to see me again. At this I was so startled, such things being out of my knowledge, that I startled Peggy also with the muscle of my legs, and she being fresh from stable, and the mire scraped off with cask-hoop, broke away so suddenly that I could do no more than turn round and lower my cap, now live months old, to the beautiful lady. Soon I overtook John Fry, and asked him all about them, and how it was that we had missed their starting from the hostel. But John would never talk much till after a gallon of cider; and all that I could win out of him was that they w^ere "murdering Papishers," and little he cared to do with them, or the devil as they came from. And a good thing for me, and a providence, that I was gone down Dulverton town to buy sweetstuff for Annie, else my stupid head would have gone astray with their great out- coming. We saw no more of them after that, but turned into the side- way, and soon had the till of our hands and eyes to look to our own going. For the road got worse and worse, until there was none at all, and perhaps the purest thing it could do was to be ashamed to show itself. But we pushed on as best we might, wdth doubt of reaching home any time, except by special grace of God. The fog came down upon the moors as thick as ever I saw^ it; and there w^as no sound of any sort, nor a breath of wind to guide us. The little stubby trees that stand here and there, like bushes with a wooden leg to them, were drizzled with a mass of w^et, and hung their points with dropping. Wherever the butt-end of a hedgerow came up from the hollow ground, like the withers of a horse, holes of splash were pocked and pimpled in the yellow^ sand of coneys, or under the dwarf tree's ovens. But soon it was too dark to see that, or anything else, I may say, except the creases in the dusk, where prisoned light crept up the valleys. After awhile even that was gone, and no other comfort left to us, except to see our horses' heads jogging to their foot- steps, and the dark ground pass below us, lighter where the wet was; and then the splash, foot after foot, more clever than we can do it, and the orderly jerk of the tail, and the smell of what a horse is. John Fry was bowing forward with sleep upon his saddle, and now I could no longer see the frizzle of wet upon his beard — for he had a very brave one, of a bright-red color, and trimmed into a whale-oil knot, because he was newly-married 18 LORNA DOONE. — although that comb of hair had been a subject of some won- der to me, whether I, in God's good time, should have the like of that, handsomely set with shining beads, small above and large below, from the weeping of the heaven. But still I could see the jog of his hat — a Sunday hat with a top to it — and some of his shoulder boAved out in the mist, so that one could say, "Hold up, John," when Smiler put his foot in. "Mercy of God! Where be us now?" said John Fry, wak- ing suddenly ; " us ought to have passed hold hash, Jan. Zeen it on the road, have 'ee?" "No indeed, John; no old ash. Nor nothing else to my knowing; nor heard nothing, save thee snoring." " Watt a vule thee must be then, Jan ; and me myzell no better. Harken, lad, harken ! " We drew our horses up and listened, through the thick- ness of the air, and with our hands laid to our ears. At first there was nothing to hear, except the panting of the horses, and the trickle of the eaving drops from our head-covers and . clothing, and the soft sounds of the lonely night, that make us feel, and try not to think. Then there came a mellow noise, very low and mournsome, not a sound to be afraid of, but to long to know the meaning, with a soft rise of the hair. Three times it came and went again, as the shaking of a thread might pass away into the distance ; and then I touched John Fry to know that there was something near me. " Doon't 'e be a vule, Jan ! Vaine moozick as iver I 'eer. God bless the man as made un doo it." "Have they hanged one of the Doones then, John?" "Hush, lad; never talk laike o' thiccy. Hang a Doone! God knoweth, the King would hang pretty quick, if her did." "Then who is it in the chains, John?" I felt my spirit rise as I asked; for now I had crossed Ex- moor so often as to hope that the people sometimes deserved it, and think that it might be a lesson to the rogues who unjustly loved the mutton they were never born to. But, of course, they were born to hanging, when they set themselves so high. "It be nawbody," said John, "vor us to make a fush about. Belong to t'other zide o' the moor, and come staling shape to our zide. Eed Jem Hannaford his name. Thank God for him to be hanged, lad; and good cess to his soul, for craikin' zo." So the sound of the quiet swinging led us very modestly, as it came and went on the wind, loud and low pretty regularly, even as far as the foot of the gibbet where the four cross-ways are. THE WAR-PATH OF THE DOONES. 19 " Vamous job this here," cried John, looking up to be sure of it, because there were so many; "here be my own nick on the post. Eed Jem, too, and no doubt of him ; he do hang so handsome like, and his ribs up laike a horse a'most. God bless them as discoovered the way to make a rogue so useful. Good naight to thee, Jem, my lad ; and not break thy drames with the craikin'." John Fry shook his bridle-arm, and smote upon Smiler mer- rily, as he jogged into the homeward track from the guiding of the body. But I was sorry for Eed Jem, and wanted to know more about him, and whether he might not have avoided tliis miserable end, and what his wife and children thought of it, if, indeed, he had any. But John would talk no more about it; and perhaps he was moved with a lonesome feeling, as the creaking sound came after us. "Hould thee tongue, lad," he said sharply; "us be naigh the Doone-tra.ck now, two maile from Dunkery Beacon hill, the haighest place of Hexmoor. So happen they be abroad to-naight, us must crawl on our belly-places, boy." I knew at once what he meant, — those bloody Doones of Bagworthy, the awe of all Devon and Somerset, outlaws, traitors, murderers. My little legs began to tremble to and fro upon Peggy's sides, as I heard the dead robber in chains behind us, and thought of the live ones still in front. "But, John," I whispered, warily, sidling close to his saddle-bow; "dear John, you don't think they will see us in such a fog as this?" "Xever God made vog as could stop their eyesen," he whis- pered in answer, fearfully; "here us be by the hollow ground. Zober, lad, goo zober now, if thee wish to see thy moother." For I was inclined, in the manner of boys, to make a run of the danger, and cross the Doone-track at full speed; to rush for it, and be done with it. But even then I wondered why he talked of my mother so, and said not a word of father. We were come to a long deep " goyal," as they call it on Ex- moor, a word whose fountain and origin I have nothing to do with. Only I know that when little boys laughed at me at Tiv- erton, for talking about a "goyal," a big boy clouted them on the head, and said that it was in Homer, and meant the hollow of the hand. And another time a Welshman told me that it must be something like the thing they call a "pant" in those parts. Still I know what it means well enough, — to wit, a long trough among wild hills, falling towards the plain coun- try, rounded at the bottom, perhaps, and stiff, more than steep, 20 LOBNA DOONK at the sides of it. Whether it be straight or crooked, makes no difference to it. We rode very carefully down our side, and through the soft grass at the bottom, and all the while we listened as if the air was a speaking-trumpet. Then gladly we breasted our nags to the rise, and were coming to the comb of it, when I heard something, and caught John's arm, and he bent his hand to the shape of his ear. It was the sound of horses' feet, knock- ing up through splashy ground, as if the bottom sucked them. Then a grunting of weary men, and the lifting noise of stir- rups, and sometimes the clank of iron mixed with the wheezy croning of leather, and the blowing of hairy nostrils. " God's sake. Jack, slip round her belly, and let her go where she wull." As John Fry whispered, so I did, for he was off Smiler by this time; but our two pads were too fagged to go far, and began to nose about and crop, sniffing more than they need have done. I crept to John's side very softly, with the bridle on my arm. " Let goo braidle ; let goo, lad. Plaise God they take them for forest-ponies, or they'll zend a bullet through us." I saw what he meant, and let go the bridle; for now the mist was rolling off, and we were against the sky-line to the dark cavalcade below us. John lay on the ground by a bar- row of heather, where a little gullet was, and I crept to him, afraid of the noise I made in dragging my legs along, and the creak of my cord breeches. John bleated like a sheep to cover it — a sheep very cold and trembling. Then just as the foremost horseman passed, scarce twenty yards below us, a puff of wind came up the glen, and the fog rolled off before it. And suddenly a strong red light, cast by the cloud-weight downwards, spread like fingers over the moorland, opened the alleys of darkness, and hung on the steel of the riders. "Dunkery Beacon," whispered John, so close into m}^ ear, that I felt his lips and teeth ashake; "dursn't fire it now, no more than to show the Doones way home again, since the naight as they went up, and throwed the watchman atop of it. Why, wutt be 'bout, lad? God's sake " For I could keep still no longer, but wriggled away from his arm, and along the little gullet, still going flat on my breast and thighs, until I was under a gray patch of stone, with a fringe of dry fern round it; there I lay, scarce twenty feet above the heads of the riders, and I feared to draw my breath; though pione to do it with wonder. THE WAR-PATH OF THE DOONES. 21 For now the beacon was rushing up, in a fiery storm to heaven, and the form of its flame came and went in the folds, and the heavy sky was hovering. All around it was hung with red, deep in twisted columns, and then a giant beard of fire streamed throughout the darkness. The sullen hills were flanked with light, and the valleys chined with shadow, and all the sombrous moors between awoke in furrowed anger. But most of all, the flinging fire leaped into the rocky mouth of the glen below me, where the horsemen passed in silence, scarcely deigning to look round. Heavy men, and large of stature, reckless how they bore their guns, or how they sate their horses, with leathern jerkins, and long boots, and iron plates on breast and head, plunder heaped behind their saddles, and flagons slung in front of them; more than thirty went along, like clouds upon red sunset. Some had carcases of sheep swinging with their skins on, others had deer, and one had a child flung across his saddle-bow. Whether the child were dead, or alive, was beyond my vision, only it hung head doAvnwards there, and must take the chance of it. They had got the child, a very young one, for the sake of the dress, no doubt, which they could not stop to pull off from it; for the dress shone bright, where the fire struck it, as if with gold and jewels. I longed in my heart to know most sadly, what they would do with the little thing, and whether they would eat it. It touched me so to see that child, a prey among those vul- tures, that in my foolish rage and burning I stood up, and shouted to them, leaping on a rock, and raving out of all pos- session. Two of them turned round, and one set his carbine at me, but the other said it was but a pixie, and bade him keep his powder. Little they knew, and less thought I, that the pixie then before them would dance their castle down one day. John Fry, who in the spring of fright had brought himself down from Smiler's side, as if he were dipped in oil, now came up to me, danger being over, cross, and stiff, and aching sorely from his wet couch of heather. " Small thanks to thee, Jan, as my new waife bain't a wid- der. And who be you to zupport of her, and her son, if slie have one? Zarve thee right, if I w^as to chuck thee down into the Doone-track. Zim thee'll come to un, zooner or later, if this be the zample of thee." And that w^as all he had to say, instead of thanking God ! For if ever born man was in a fright, and ready to thank God for anything, the name of that man was "John Fry," not more than five minutes agone. 22 LOttNA DOONE. However, I answered nothing at all, except to be ashamed of myself; and soon we found Peggy and Smiler in com^jany, well embarked on the homeward road, and victualling where the grass was good. Right glad they were to see us again, — not for the pleasure of carrying, but because a horse (like a woman) lacks, and is better without, self-reliance. My father never came to meet us, at either side of the tell- ing-house, neither at the crooked-post, nor even at home-lin- hay, although the dogs kept such a noise that he must have heard us. Home-side of the linhay, and under the ashen hedgerow, where father taught me to catch blackbirds, all at once my heart went down, and all my breast was hollow. There was not even the lanthorn light on the peg against the cow's house, and nobody said "Hold your noise! " to the dogs, or shouted "Here our Jack is! " I looked at the posts of the gate, in the dark, because they were tall, like father, and then at the door of the harness- room, where he used to smoke his pipe and sing. Then I thought he had guests perhaps — people lost upon the moors — whom he could not leave unkindly, even for his son's sake. And yet about that I was jealous, and ready to be vexed with him, when he should begin to make much of me. And I felt in my pocket for the new pipe which I had brought him from Tiverton, and said to myself, "He shall not have it until to-morrow morning." Woe is me ! I cannot tell. How I knew I know not now — only that I slunk away, without a tear, or thought of weeping, and hid me in a saw-pit. There the timber, over-head, came like streaks across me ; and all I wanted was to hide, and none to tell me anything. By and by, a noise came down, as of woman's weeping, and there my mother and sister were, choking and holding together. Although they were my dearest loves, I could not bear to look at them, until they seemed to want my help, and turned away, that I might come. A RASH VISIT. 23 CHAPTER IV. A RASH VISIT. My dear father had been killed by the Doones of Bagworthy. while riding home from Porlock market, on the Saturday even- ing. With him were six brother-farmers, all of them very sober; for father would have no company with any man who went beyond half-a-galion of beer, or a single gallon of cider. The robbers had no grudge against him; for he had never flouted them, neither made overmuch of outcry, because they robbed other people. For he was a man of such strict honesty, and due parish feeling, that he knew it to be every man's own business to defend himself and his goods; unless he belonged to our parish, and then we must look after him. These seven farmers were jogging along, helping one another in the troubles of the road, and singing goodly hymns and songs, to keep their courage moving, when suddenly a horseman stopped in the starlight full across them. By dress and arms they knew him well, and by his size and stature, shown against the glimmer of the evening star; and though he seemed one man to seven, it was in truth one man to one. Of the six who had been singing songs and psalms, about the power of God, and their own regeneration — such psalms as went the round, in those days, of the public-houses — there was not one but pulled out his money, and sang small beer to a Doone. But father had been used to think, that any man, Avho was comfortable inside his own coat and waistcoat, deserved to have no other set, unless he would strike a blow for them. And so, while his gossips doffed their hats, and sliook with what was left of them, he set his staff above his head, and rode at the Doone robber. With a trick of his horse, the wild man escaped the sudden onset; although it must have amazed him sadly, that any durst resist him. Then Mdien Smiler was carried away with the dash and the weight of my father (not being brought up to battle, nor used to turn, save in plough harness), the outlaw whistled upon his thumb, and plundered the rest of the yeomen. But father, drawing at Smiler's head, to try to come back and help them, was in the midst of a dozen men, who seemed to come out of a turf-rick, some on horse, and some a-foot. Nevertheless, he smote lustily, so far as he 24 LOBNA DOONE. could see; and being of great size and strength, and his blood well up, they had no easy job with him. AVith the play of his wrist, he cracked three or four crowns, being always famous at single-stick; until the rest drew their horses away, and he thought that he was master, and would tell his wife about it. But a man beyond the range of staff was crouching by the peat-stack, with a long gun set to his shoulder, and he got poor father against the sky, and I cannot tell the rest of it. Only they knew that Smiler came home, with blood upon his withers, and father was found in the morning dead on the moor, with his ivy-twisted cudgel lying broken under him. Now, whether this were an honest hght, God judge betwixt the Doones and me. It was more of woe than wonder, being such days of vio- lence, that mother knew herself a Avidow, and her children fatherless. Of children there were only three, none of us fit to be useful yet, only to comfort mother, by making her to w^ork for us. I, John Eidd, was the eldest, and felt it a heavy thing on me; next came sister Annie, with about two years between us ; and then the little Eliza. Now, before I got home and found my sad loss — and no boy ever loved his father better than I loved mine — mother had done a most wondrous thing, which made all the neigh- bors say that she must be mad, at least. Upon the Monday morning, while her husband lay unburied, she cast a white hood over her hair, and gathered a black cloak round her, and, taking counsel of no one, set off on foot for the Doone-gate. In the early afternoon she came to the hollow and barren entrance ; where in truth there was no gate, only darkness to go through. If I get on with this story, I shall have to tell of it by and by, as I saw it afterwards ; and will not dwell there now. Enough that no gun was fired at her, only her eyes were covered over, and somebody led her by the hand, without any wish to hurt her. A very rough and headstrong road was all that she remem- bered, for she could not think as she wished to do, with the cold iron pushed against her. At the end of this road they delivered her eyes, and she could scarce believe them. For she stood at the head of a deep green valley, carved from out the mountains in a perfect oval, with a fence of sheer rock standing round it, eighty feet or a hundred high ; from whose brink black wooded hills swept up to the sky-line. By her side a little river glided out from underground with a soft dark babble, unawares of daylight; then growing brighter, A RASH VISIT. 25 lapsed away, and fell into the valley. There, as it ran down the meadow, alders stood on either marge, and grass was blading out upon it, and yellow tufts of rushes gathered, look- ing at the hurry. But further down, on either bank, were covered houses, built of stone, square and roughly cornered, set as if the brook were meant to be the street between them. Only one room high they were, and not placed opposite each other, but in and out as skittles are; only that the first of all, which proved to be the captain's, was a sort of double house, or rather two houses joined together by a plank-bridge over the river. Fourteen cots my mother counted, all very much of a pat- tern, and nothing to choose between them, unless it were the captain's. Deep in the quiet valley there, away from noise, and violence, and brawl, save that of the rivulet, any man would have deemed them homes of simple mind and inno- cence. Yet not a single house stood there but was the home of murder. Two men led my mother down a steep and gliddery stair- way, like the ladder of a hay-mow; and thence, from the break of the falling water, as far as the house of the captain. And there at the door, they left her trembling, strung as she was, to speak her mind. Now, after all, what right had she, a common farmer's widow, to take it amiss that men of birth thought fit to kill her husband ? And the Doones were of very high birth, as all we clods of Exmoor knew; and we had enough of good teaching now — let any man say the contrary — to feel that all we had belonged of right to those above us. Therefore my mother was half-ashamed, that she could not help complaining. But after a little while, as she said, remembrance of her husband came, and the way he used to stand by her side and ])ut his strong arm round her, and how he liked his bacon fried, and praised her kindly for it, — and so the tears were in her eyes, and nothing should gainsay them. A tall old man, Sir Ensor Doone, came out with a bill-hook in his hand, and hedger's gloves going up his arms, as if he were no better than a laborer at ditch-work. Only in his mouth and eyes, his gait, and most of all his voice, even a child could know and feel, that here was no ditch-laborer. Good cause he has found since then, perhaps, to wish that he had been one. With his white locks moving upon his coat, he stopped and 26 LOENA DOONE. looked down at my mother, and she could not help herself but courtesy under the fixed black gazing. " Good woman, you are none of us. Who has brought you hither ? Young men must be young — but I have had too much of this work." And he scowled at my mother, for her comeliness ; and yet looked under his eyelids, as if he liked her for it. But as for her, in the depth of love-grief, it struck scorn upon her woman- hood; and in the flash she spoke. "What you mean, I know not. Traitors! cut-throats! cowards ! I am here to ask for my husband. " She could not say any more, because her heart was now too much for her, coming hard in her throat and mouth ; but she opened up her eyes at him. "Madam," said Sir Ensor Doone — being born a gentleman, although a very bad one — "I crave pardon of you. My eyes a.re old, or I might have known. ISTow, if we have your hus- band prisoner, he shall go free without ransom, because I have insulted you." "Sir," said my mother, being suddenly taken away with sorrow, because of his gracious manner, " please to let me cry a bit." He stood away, and seemed to know that women want no help for that. And by the way she cried, he knew that they had killed her husband. Then, having felt of grief himself, he was not angry with her, but left her to begin again. "Loth would I be," said mother, sobbing with her new red handkerchief, and looking at the pattern of it, " loth indeed. Sir Ensor Doone, to accuse any one unfairly. But I have lost the very best husband God ever gave to a woman ; and I knew him when he was to your belt, and I not up to your knee, sir; and never an unkind word he spoke, nor stopped me short in speaking. All the herbs he left to me, and all the bacon - curing, and when it was best to kill a pig, and how to treat the maidens. Not that I would ever wish — oh, John, it seems so strange to me, and last week you were everything." Here mother burst out crying again, not loudly, but turning quietly, because she knew that no one now would ever care to wipe the tears. And fifty or a hundred things, of weekly and daily happening, came across my mother, so that her spirit fell, like slackening lime. "This matter must be seen to; it shall be seen to at once," the old man answered, moved a little in spite of all his knowl- edge. "Madam, if any wrong has been done, trust the honor A RASH VISIT. 27 of a Dooiie ; I will redress it to my utmost. Come inside and rest yourself, while I ask about it. What was your good hus- band's name, and when and where fell this mishap ?" "Deary me," said mother, as he sat a chair for her very polite, but she would not sit upon it; "Saturday morning I was a wife, sir; and Saturday night I was a widow, and my children fatherless. My husband's name was 'John Kidd,' sir, as everybody knows; and there was not a finer or better man, in Somerset or Devon. He was coming home from Por- lock market, and a new gown for me on the crupper, and a shell to put my hair up, — oh, John, how good you were to me! " Of that she began to think again, and not to believe her sorrow, except as a dream from the evil one, because it was too bad upon her, and perhaps she would awake in a minute, and Iier husband would have the laugh of her. And so she wiped her eyes and smiled, and looked for something. "Madam, this is a serious thing," Sir Ensor Doone said graciously, and showing grave concern : " my boys are a little wild, I know. And yet 1 cannot think that they would will- ingly harm any one. And yet — and yet, you do look sad. Send Counsellor to me," he shouted, from the door of his house; and down the valley went the call, "send Counsellor to Captain." Counsellor Doone came in, ere yet my mother was herself again ; and if any sight could astonish her, when all her sense of right and wrong was gone astray with the force of things, it was the sight of the Counsellor. A square-built man of enormous strength, but a foot below the Doone stature (which I shall describe hereafter), he carried a long gray beard descending to the leather of his belt. Great eyebrows over- hung his face, like ivy on a pollard oak, and under them two large brown eyes, as of an owl when muting. And he had a power of hiding his eyes, or showing them bright, like a blaz- ing fire. He stood there with his beaver off, and mother tried to look at him ; but he seemed not to descry her. "Counsellor," said Sir Ensor Doone, standing back in his height from him, " here is a lady of good repute " "Oh, no, sir; only a woman." " Allow me, madam, by your good leave. Here is a lady. Counsellor, of great repute in this part of the country, who charges the Doones with having unjustly slain her lius- band " "Murdered him! murdered him!" cried my mother; "if ever there was a murder. Oh, sir! oh, sir! you know it." 28 LOBNA DOONE. "The perfect right and truth of the case is all I wish to know," said the old man, very loftily; "and justice shall be done, madam." " Oh, I pray you — pray you, sirs, make no matter of busi- ness of it. God from heaven, look on me ! " "Put the case," said the Counsellor. "The case is this," replied Sir Ensor, holding one hand up to mother: "This lady's worthy husband was slain, it seems, upon his return from the market at Porlock, no longer ago than last Saturday night. Madam, amend me if I am wrong." "No longer, indeed, indeed, sir. Sometimes it seems a twelvemonth, and sometimes it seems an hour." "Cite his name," said the Counsellor, with his eyes still rolling inwards.. "'Master John Ridd,' as I understand. Counsellor, we have heard of him often; a worthy man and a peaceful one, who meddled not with our duties. Now, if any of our boys have been rough, they shall answer it dearly. And yet I can scarce believe it. For the folk about these parts are apt to misconceive of our sufferings, and to have no feeling for us. Counsellor, you are our record, and very stern against us ; tell us how this matter was." "Oh, Counsellor!" my mother cried; "Sir Counsellor, you will be fair; I see it in your countenance. Only tell me who it was, and set me face to face with him ; and I will bless you, sir; and God shall bless you, and my children." The square man with the long gray beard, quite unmoved by anything, drew back to the door, and spoke, and his voice was like a fall of stones in the bottom of a mine. "Few words will be enow for this. Four or five of our best- behaved and most peaceful gentlemen went to the little market at Porlock, with a lump of money. They bought some house- hold stores and comforts at a very high price, and pricked upon the homeward road, away from vulgar revellers. When they drew bridle to rest their horses, in the shelter of a peat- rick, the night being dark and sudden, a robber of great size and strength rode into the midst of them, thinking to kill or terrify. His arrogance, and hardihood, at the first amazed them, but they would not give up without a blow goods which were on trust with them. He had smitten three of them senseless, for the power of his arm was terrible; whereupon the last man tried to ward his blow with a pistol. Carver, sir, it was, our brave and noble Carver, who saved the lives of his brethren and his own; and glad enow they were to J 7^ ASH VISIT. 29 esca])e. Notwithstanding, we hoped it might be only a flesh- wound, and not to speed him in his sins." As this atrocious tale of lies turned up joint by joint before her, like a "devil's coach-horse,"^ mother was too much amazed to do any more than look at him, as if the earth must open. But the only thing that opened was the great brown eyes of the Counsellor, which rested on my mother's face, with a dew of sorrow, as he spoke of sins. She, unable to bear them, turned suddenly on Sir Ensor, and caught (as she fancied) a smile on his lips, and a sense of quiet enjoyment. "All the Doones are gentlemen," answered the old man, gravely, and looking as if he had never smiled since he was a baby. " We are always glad to explain, madam, any mis- take which the rustic people may fall upon about us ; and we Avish you clearly to conceive, that we do not charge your poor husband with any set purpose of robbery; neither will we bring suit for any attainder of his property. Is it not so, Counsellor?" "Without doubt his land is attainted; unless in mercy you forbear, sir." "Counsellor, we will forbear. Madam, we will forgive him. Like enough he knew not right from wrong, at that time of night. The waters are strong at Porlock, and even an honest man may use his staff unjustly, in this unchartered age of violence and rapine." The Doones to talk of rapine! Mother's head went round so, that she courtesied to them both, scarcely knowing where she was, but calling to mind her manners. All the time she felt a warmth, as if the right was with her, and yet she could not see the way to spread it out before them. With that, she dried her tears in haste, and went into the cold air, for fear of speaking mischief. But when she was on the homeward road, and the sentinels had charge of her, blinding her eyes, as if she were not blind enough with weeping, some one came in haste behind her, and thrust a heavy leathern bag into the limp weight of her hand. "Captain sends you this," he whispered; "take it to the little ones." But mother let it fall in a heap, as if it had been a blind worm ; and then for the first time crouched before God, that even the Doones should pity her. 1 The cock-tailed beetle has earned this name in the West of England. 80 LORNA DOONE. CHAPTER V. AN ILLEGAL SETTLEMENT. Good folk, who dwell m a lawful land, if any such there be, may, for want of exploration, judge our neighborhood harshly, unless the whole truth is set before them. In bar of such prejudice, many of us ask leave to explain how, and why, the robbers came to that head in the midst of us. We would rather not have had it so, and were wise enough to lament it; but it grew upon us gently, in the following manner. Only let all who read observe that here I enter many things which came to my knowledge in later years. In or about the year of our Lord 1640, when all the troubles of England were swelling to an outburst, great estates in the north country were suddenly confiscated, through some feud of families, and strong influence at Court, and the owners were turned upon the world, and might think themselves lucky to save their necks. These estates were in co-heirship, joint tenancy I think they called it, although I know not the mean- ing, only so that if either tenant died, the other living, all would come to the live one, in spite of any testament. One of the joint owners was Sir Ensor Doone, a gentleman of brisk intellect; and the other owner was his cousin, the Earl of Lome and Dykemont. Lord Lome was some years the elder of his cousin Ensor Doone, and was making suit to gain severance of the cumber- some joint -tenancy, by any fair apportionment, when suddenly this blow fell on them, by wiles and woman's meddling; and instead of dividing the land, they were divided from it. The nobleman was still well-to-do, though crippled in his expenditure ; but as for the cousin, he was left a beggar, with many to beg from him. He thought that the other had wronged him, and that all the trouble of laAV befell through his unjust petition. Many friends advised him to make interest at Court; for, having done no harm whatever, and being a good Catholic, which Lord Lome was not, he would be sure to find hearing there, and probably some favor. But he, like a very hot-brained man, although he had long been married to the daughter of his cousin (whom he liked none the more for that), would have nothing to say to any attempt at making a patch of it, but drove away with his wife and sons, and the relics of his ^.V ILLEGAL SETTLEMENT. 31 money, swearing hard at everybody. In this he may have been quite wrong; probably, perhaps he was so; but I am not con- vinced at all, but what most of us would have done the same. Some say that, in the bitterness of that WTong and outrage, he slew a gentleman of the Court, whom he supposed to have borne a hand in the plundering of his fortunes. Others say that he bearded King Charles the First himself, in a manner beyond forgiveness. One thing, at any rate, is sure — Sir Ensor was attainted, and made a felon outlaw, through some violent deed ensuing upon his dispossession. He had searched in many quarters for somebody to help him, and with good warrant for hoping it; inasmuch as he, in his lucky days, had been open-handed and cousinly to all wdio begged advice of him. But now all these provided him w^ith plenty of good advice indeed, and great assurance of feeling, but not a movement of leg, or lip, or purse-string in his favor. All good people of either persuasion, royalty or commonalty, knowing his kitchen-range to be cold, no longer would play turnspit. And this, it may be, seared his heart, more than the loss of land and fame. In great despair at last, he resolved to settle in some out- landish part, where none could be found to know him ; and so, in an evil day for us, he came to the West of England. Xot that our part of the world is at all outlandish, according to my view of it (for I never found a better one), but that it was known to be rugged and large, and desolate. And here, when lie had discovered a place which seemed almost to be made for him, so withdrawn, so self -defended, and uneasy of. access, some of the country-folk around brought him little offerings — a side of bacon, a keg of cider, hung mutton, or a brisket of venison; so that for a little while he w^as very honest. But when the newness of his coming began to wear away, and our good folk were apt to think, that even a gentleman ought to work, or pay other men for doing it, and many farmers were grown weary of manners without discourse to them, and all cried out to one another, how unfair it was that owning such a fertile valley, young men would not spade or plough by reason of noble lineage — then the young Doones, growing up, took things they would not ask for. And here let me, as a solid man, owner of five hundred acres (whether fenced or otherwise, and that is my own business), churchwarden also of this parish (until I go to the churchyard), and proud to be called the parson's friend — for a better man I never knew with tobacco and strong waters, nor one who 32 LORNA DOONE. could read the lessons so well, and he has been at BluiidelPs too — once for all let me declare that I am a thorough-going Church-and-State man, and Koyalist, without any mistake about it. And this I lay down, because some people, judging a sausage by the skin, may take in evil part my little glosses of style and glibness, and the mottled nature of my remarks, and cracks now and then on the frying-pan. I assure them I am good inside, and not a bit of rue in me ; only queer knots, as of marjoram, and a stupid manner of bursting. There was not more than a dozen of them, counting a few retainers, who still held by Sir Ensor; but soon they grew and multiplied in a manner surprising to think of. Whether it was the venison, which we call a strengthening victual, or whether it was the Exmoor mutton, or the keen soft air of the moorlands, anyhow the Doones increased much faster than their honesty. At first they had brought some ladies with them, of good repute with charity; and then, as time went on, they added to their stock by carrying. They carried off many good farmers' daughters, who were sadly displeased at first ; but took to them kindly after awhile, and made a new home in their babies. For women, as it seems to me, like strong men more than weak ones, feeling that they need some staunchness, something to hold fast by. And of all the men in our country, although we are of a thickset breed, you scarce could find one in threescore fit to be placed among the Doones, without looking no more than a tailor. Like enough, we could meet them, man for man (if we chose all around the crown and the skirts of Exmoor), and show them what a cross-buttock means, because we are so stuggy: but in regard of stature, comeliness, and bearing, no woman would look twice at us. Not but what I myself, John Ridd, and one or two I know of — but it becomes me best not to talk of that, although my hair is gray. Perhaps their den might well have been stormed, and them- selves driven out of the forest, if honest people had only agreed to begin with them at once, when first they took to plundering. But having respect for their good birth, and pity for their mis- fortunes, and perhaps a little admiration at the justice of God, that robbed men now were robbers, the squires, and farmers, and shepherds, at first did nothing more than grumble gently, or even make a laugh of it, each in the case of others. After awhile they found the matter gone too far for laughter, as vio- lence and deadly outrage stained the hand of robbery, until every woman clutched her child, and every man turned pale at AN ILLEGAL SETTLEMENT. 33 the very name of "Doone." For the sons, and grandsons, of Sir Ensor, grew up in foul liberty, and haughtiness, and hatred, to utter scorn of God and man, and brutality towards dumb animals. There was only one good thing about them, if indeed it were good, to wit, their faith to one another, and truth to their wild eyry. But this only made them feared the more, so certain was the revenge they wreaked upon any who dared to strike a Doone. One night, soon after I was born, when they were sacking a rich man's house, not very far from Mineheacl, a shot was fired at them in the dark, of which they took little notice, and only one of them knew^ that any harm was done. But when they were well on the homeward road, not having slain either man or woman, or even burned a house down, one of their number fell from his saddle, and died with- out so much as a groan. The youth had been struck, but would not complain, and perhaps took little heed of the wound, while he was bleeding inwardly. His brothers and cousins laid him softly on a bank of whortle-berries, and just rode back to the lonely hamlet, where he had taken his death-wound. No man, nor woman, was left in the morning, nor house for any to dwell in, only a child with its reason gone.^ This affair made prudent people find more reasons to let them alone, than to meddle with them; and now they had so entrenched themselves, and waxed so strong in number, that nothing less than a troop of soldiers could wisely enter their premises; and even so it might turn out ill, as perchance we shall see by and by. For not to mention the strength of the place, which I shall describe in its proper order, when I come to visit it, there was not one among them but Avas a mighty man, straight and tall, and wide, and fit to lift four hundred-weight. If son or grandson of old Doone, or one of the northern retainers, failed at the age of twenty, while standing on his naked feet, to touch with his forehead the lintel of Sir Ensor's door, and to fill the door-frame with his shoulders from sidepost even to sidepost, he was led away to the narrow pass, which made their valley so desperate, and thrust from the crown with ignominy, to get his own living honestly. Xow, the measure of that doorwa}^ is, or rather was, I ought to say, six feet and one inch length- wise, and two feet all but two inches taken crossways in the clear. Yet I not only have heard, but know, being so closely mixed with them, that no descendant of old Sir Ensor, neither 1 This vile deed was done, beyond all doubt. VOL. I. — 3 34 LORN A DOONE. relative of his (except, indeed, the Counsellor, wlio was kept by them for his wisdom), and no more than two of their follow- ing, ever failed of that test, and relapsed to the difficult ways of honesty. Not that I think anything great of a standard the like of that; for if they had set me in that door-frame at the age of twenty, it is like enough that I should have walked away with it on my shoulders, though I was not come to my full strength then; only I am speaking now of the average size of our neigh- borhood, and the Doones were far beyond that. Moreover, they were taught to shoot with a heavy carabine, so delicately and wisely, that even a boy could pass a ball through a rabbit's head, at a distance of fourscore yards. Some people may think nought of this, being in practice with longer shots from the tongue than from the shoulder ; nevertheless, to do as above is, to my ignorance, very good work, if you can be sure to dD it. Not one word do I believe of Robin Hood splitting peeled wands at sevenscore yards, and such like. Whoever wrote such stories knew not how slippery a peeled wand is, even if one could hit it, and how it gives to the onset. Now, let him stick one in the ground, and take his bow and arrow at it, ten yards away, or even live. Now, after all this which I have written, and all the rest which a reader will see, being quicker of mind than I am (who leave more than half behind me, like a man sowing wheat, with liis dinner laid in the ditch too near his dog), it is much but what you will understand the Doones, far better than I did, or do even to this moment; and therefore none will doubt, when I tell them that our good justitiaries feared to make an ado, or hold any public enquiry about my dear father's death. They would all have had to ride home at night and who could say what might betide them? Least said soonest mended, because less chance of breaking. So we buried him quietly — all except my mother, indeed, for she could not keep silence — in the sloping little church- yard of Oare, as meek a place as need be, with the Lynn brook down below it. There is not much of company there for any- body's tombstone, because the parish spreads so far in woods, and moors, without dwelling house. If we bury one man in three years, or even a woman or child, we talk about it for three months, and say it must be our turn next, and scarcely grow accustomed to it, until we hear of another gone. Annie was not allowed to come, because she cried so terribly ; but she ran to the window, and saw it all, mooing there like a NECESSARY PRACTICE. 35 little calf, so frightened and so left alone. As for Eliza, she came with me, one on each side of mother, and not a tear was in her eyes, but sudden starts of wonder, and a new thing to be looked at unwillingly, yet curiously. Poor little thing! she was very clever, the only one of our family — thank God for the same — but none the more for that guessed she what it is to lose a father. CHAPTER VI. NECESSARY PRACTICE. About the rest of all that winter I remember very little, being only a young boy then, and missing my father most out of doors ; as when it came to the bird-catching, or the tracking of hares in the snow, or the training of a sheep-dog. Often- times I looked at his gun, an ancient piece found in the sea, a little below Glenthorne, and of which he was mighty proud, although it was only a match-lock ; and I thought of the times I had held the fuze, while he got his aim at a rabbit, and once even at a red deer rubbing among the hazels. But nothing came of my looking at it, so far as I remember, save foolish tears of my own perhaps ; till John Fry took it down one day, from the hooks where father's hand had laid it; and it hurt me to see how John handled it, as if he had no memory. " Bad job for he, as her had not got thiccy, the naight as her coom acrass them Doones. Rackon Varmer Jan 'ood a-zhown them the wai to kingdom come, 'stead of going herzell zo aisy. And a maight have been gooin' to market now, 'stead of laying banked up, over yanner. Maister Jan, thee can zee the grave if thee look alang this here goon-barryel. Buy now, whutt be IJubberin' at ? Wish I had never told thee." "John Fry, I am not blubbering; you make a great mistake, John. You are thinking of little Annie. I cough sometimes in the winter-weather, and father gives me lickerish. I mean — I mean — he used to. Now let me have the gun, John." "Thee have the goon, Jan! Thee isn't fit to putt un to thy zhoulder. What a weight her be, for sure ! " " Me not hold it, John ! That shows how much you know about it. Get out of the way, John ; you are opposite the mouth of it, and likely it is loaded." Jolm Fry jumped, in a livelier manner than when he was 36 LOBNA LOONE. doing day-work; and I rested the mouth on a cross rack -piece, and felt a warm sort of surety that I could hit the door over opposite, or at least, the cob wall alongside of it, and do no harm in the orchard. But John would not give me link or fuze, and, on the Avhole, I was glad of it, though carrying on as boys do; because I had heard my father say that the Spanish gun kicked like a horse, and because the load in it came from his hand, and I did not like to undo it. But I never found it kick very hard, when firmly set to the shoulder, unleiss it was badly loaded. In truth the thickness of the metal was enough almost to astonish one ; and what our people said about it may have been true enough, although most of them are such liars — at least, I mean they make mistakes, as all mankind must do. Perchance it was no mistake at all, to say that this ancient gun had belonged to some noble Spaniard, the captain of a fine large ship in the "Invincible Armada," which we of England managed to conquer, with God and the weather helping us, a hundred years ago or more — I can't say to a month or so. After a little while, when John had fired away at a rat the charge I held so sacred, it came to me as a natural thing to practise shooting with that great gun, instead of John Fry's blunderbuss, Avhich looked like a bell with a stalk to it. Per- haps for a boy there is nothing better than a good windmill to shoot at, as I have seen them in flat countries ; but we have no windmills upon the great moorland, yet here and there a few barn-doors, where shelter is, and a way up the hollows. And up those hollows you can shoot, with the help of the sides to lead your aim, and there is a fair chance of hitting the door, if you lay your cheek to the barrel, and try not to be afraid of it. Gradually I won such skill, that I sent nearly all the lead gutter from the north porch of our little church through our best barn-door, a thing which has often repented me since, especially as churchwarden, and made me pardon many bad boys; but father was not buried on that side of the church. But all this time, while I was roving over the hills, or about the farm, and even listening to John Pry, my mother, being so much older, and feeling trouble longer, went about inside the house, or among the maids and fowls, not caring to talk to the best of them, except when she broke out sometimes about the good master they had lost, all, and every one of us. But the fowls would take no notice of it, except to cluck for barley ; and the maidens, though they had liked him well, were think- ing of their sweethearts, as the spring came on. Mother thought it wrong of them, selfish, and ungrateful; and yet NECESSABY PRACTICE. 37 sometimes she was proud that none had such call as herself to grieve for him. Only Annie seemed to go softly in and out, and cry, with nobody along of her, chiefly in the corner where the bees are, and the grindstone. But somehow she would never let anybody behold her; being set, as you may say, to think it over by herself, and season it with weeping. Many times I caught her, and many times she turned upon me ; and then I could not look at her, but asked how long to dinner-time. Xow in the depth of the winter month, such as we call Decem- ber; father being dead and quiet in his grave a fortnight, it happened me to be out of powder, for practice against his enemies. I had never fired a shot without thinking, " This for father's murderer; " and John Fry said that I made such faces, it was a wonder the gun went off. But though I could hardly hold the gun, unless with my back against a bar, it did me good to hear it go off, and hope to have hitten his enemies. " Oh, mother, mother," I said that day, directly after dinner, while she was sitting looking at me, and getting ready to say (as now she did seven times in a week), " How like your father you are growing! Jack, come here and kiss me," — "oh, mother, if you only knew, how much I want a shilling ! " " Jack, you shall never want a shilling, while I am alive to give thee one. But what is it for, dear heart, dear heart?" " To buy something over at Porlock, mother. Perhaps I will tell you afterwards. If I tell not, it will be for your good, and for the sake of the children." " Bless the boy, one would think he was threescore years of age at least. Give me a little kiss, you Jack, and you shall have the shilling." • For I hated to kiss, or be kissed, in those days ; and so all honest boys must do, when God puts any strength in them. But now I wanted the powder so much, that I went and kissed mother, very shyly, looking round the corner first, for Betty not to see me. But mother gave me half-a-dozen, and only one shilling for all of them ; and I could not find it in my heart to ask her for another, although I would have taken it. In very quick time, I ran away with the shilling in my pocket, and got Peggy out on the Porlock road, without my mother knowing it. For mother was frightened of that road now, as if all the trees were murderers, and would never let me go alone so much as a hun- dred yards on it. And, to tell the truth, I was touched with fear for many years about it ; and even now, when I ride at dark there, a man by a peat-rick makes me shiver, until I go 38 LOBNA BOONE. and collar him. But this time I was very bold, having John Fry's blunderbuss, and keeping a sharp look-out wherever any lurking-place was. However, I saw only sheep, and small red cattle, and the common deer of the forest, until I was nigh to Porlock town, and then rode straight to Mr. Pooke's, at the sign of the Spit and Gridiron. Mr. Pooke was asleep, as it happened, not having much to do that day ; and so I fastened Peggy by the handle of a warm- ing-pan, at which she had no better manners than to snort and blow her breath ; and in 1 walked with a manful style, bearing John Pry's blunderbuss. Xow Timothy Pooke was a peaceful man, glad to live without any enjoyment of mind at danger, and I was tall and large already, as most lads of a riper age. Mr. Pooke, as soon as he opened his eyes, dropped suddenly under the counter-board, and drew a great frying-pan over his head, as if the Doones Avere come to rob him, as their custom was, mostly after the fair-time. It made me feel rather hot and queer, to be taken for a robber ; and yet methinks I was proud of it. " Gadzooks, Master Pooke, " said I, having learned fine words at Tiverton ; " do you suppose that I know not then the way to carry firearms? An it were the old Spanish match-lock, in the lieu of this good flint-engine, which may be borne ten miles or more, and never once go off, scarcely couldst thou seem more scared. I might point at thee, muzzle on — just so as I do now — even for an hour or more, and like enough it Avould never shoot thee, unless I pulled the trigger hard, with a crook upon my finger; so, you see; just so. Master Pooke, only a trifle harder." " God sake, John Eidd, God sake, dear boy, "cried Pooke, know- ing me by this time ; " don't 'e, for good love now, don't 'e show it to me, boy, as if I was to suck it. Put 'un down, for good, now; and thfee shall have the very best of all is in the shop." '' Ho ! " I replied with much contempt, and swinging round the gun so that it fetched his hoop of candles down, all unkindled as they were : " Ho ! as if I had not attained to the handling of a gun yet ! My hands are cold, coming over the moors, else would I go bail to point the mouth at you for an hour, sir, and no cause for uneasiness." But in spite of all assurances, he showed himself desirous only to see the last of my gun and me. I dare say " villanous salt-petre," as the great playwright calls it, was never so cheap before nor since. For my shilling Master Pooke afforded me tAvo great packages, over-large to go into ni}^ pockets, as well NECESSABY PRACTICE. 39 as a mighty chunk of lead, which I bound upon Peggy's withers. And as if all this had not been enough, he presented me with a roll of comfits for my sister Annie, whose gentle face and pretty manners won the love of everybody. There was still some daylight here and there, as I rose the hill above Porlock, wondering whether my mother would be in a fright, or would not know it. The two great packages of powder, slung behind my back, knocked so hard against one another that I feared tliey must either spill or blow up, and hurry me over Peggy's ears from the woollen cloth I rode upon. For father always liked a horse to have some wool upon his loins, whenever he went far from home, and had to stand about, where one pleased, hot, and wet, and panting. And father always said that saddles were meant for men full-grown, and heavy, and losing their activity ; and no boy or young man on our farm durst ever get into a saddle, because they all knew that the master would chuck them out pretty quickly. As for me, I had tried it once, from a kind of curiosity ; and I could not walk for two or three days, the leather galled my knees so. But now, as Peggy bore me bravely, snorting every now and then into a cloud of air, for the night Avas growing frosty, pres- ently the moon arose over the shoulder of a hill, and the pony and I were half glad to see her, and half afraid of the shadow^ she threw, and the images all around us. I was ready at any moment to shoot at anybody, having great faith in my blunder- buss, but hoping not to prove it. And as I passed the narrow^ place where the Doones had killed my father, such a fear broke out upon me that I leaned upon the neck of Peggy, and shut my eyes, and Avas cold all over. However, there was not a soul to be seen, until w^e came home to the old farmyard, and there w^as my mother crying sadly, and Bett}^ Muxworthy scolding. "Come along, now," I wdiispered to Annie, the moment sup- per was over ; " and if you can hold your tongue, Annie, I wdll show^ you something." She lifted herself on the bench so quickly, and flushed so rich with pleasure, that I was obliged to stare hard aw^ay, and make Betty look beyond us. Betty thought I had something liid in the closet beyond the clock-case, and she Avas the more convinced of it, by reason of my denial. Not that Betty Mux- worthy, or any one else, for that matter, ever found me in a falsehood, because T never told one, not even to my mother, — or, which is still a stronger thing, not even to my sweet- heart (Avhen I grew up to have one) — but that Betty being wronged in the matter of marriage, a generation or two agone. 40 LORN A DOONE. by a man who came hedging and ditching, had now no mercy, except to believe that men from cradle to grave are liars, and women fools to look at them. When Betty could find no crime of mine, she knocked me out of the way in a minute, as if I had been nobody; and then she began to coax "Mistress Annie," as she always called her, and draw the soft hair down her hands, and whisper into the little ears. Meanwhile, dear mother was falling asleep, hav- ing been troubled so much about me ; and " Watch," my father's pet dog, was nodding closer and closer u^) into hef lap. "Now, Annie, will you come?" I said, for I wanted her to hold the ladle for melting of the lead; " Avill you come at once, Annie? Or must I go for Lizzie, and let her see the whole of it?" "Indeed, then, you won't do that," said Annie; "Lizzie to come before me, John ; and she can't stir a pot of brewis, and scarce knows a tongue from a ham, John, and says it makes no difference, because both are good to eat ! Oh, Betty, what do you think of that, to come of all her book-learning?" "Thank God he can't say that of me," Betty answered shortly, for she never cared "about argument, except on her own side; "Thank he, I says, every marnin' a'most, never to lead me astray so. Men is desaving, and so is galanies; but the most desaving of all is books, with their heads and tails, and speckots in 'em, lik a peg as have taken the maisles. Some folks purtends to laugh and cry over them. God forgive them for liars ! " It was part of Betty's obstinacy, that she never would believe in reading, or the possibility of it, but stoutly main- tained to the very last, that people first learned things by heart, and then pretended to make them out from patterns done upon paper, for the sake of astonishing honest folk, just as do the conjurors. And even to see the parson and clerk was not enough to convince her; all she said was, "it made no odds, they were all the same as the rest of us." And now that she had been on the farm nigh upon forty years, and had nursed my father, and made his clothes, and all that he had to eat, and then dressed him in his coffin, she was come to such author- ity, that it was not worth the wages of the best man on the place to say a word in answer to Betty, even if he would face the risk to have ten for one, or twenty. Annie was her love and joy. For Annie she would do any- thing, even so far as to try to smile, when the little maid laughed and danced to her. And in truth I know not how it HABD IT IS TO CLIMB. 41 was, but every one was taken with Annie, at the very first time of seeing her. She had such pretty ways and manners, and such a look of kindness, and a sweet soft light in her long blue eyes, full of trustful gladness. Everybody who looked at her seemed to grow the better for it, because she knew no evil. And then the turn she had for cooking, you never would have exj^ected it; and how it was her richest mirth to see that she had pleased you. I have been out on the world a vast deal, as you will own hereafter, and yet have I never seen Annie's equal for making a weary man comfortable. CHAPTER VII. HARD IT IS TO CLIMB. So many a winter-night went by, in a hopeful and pleasant numner, with the hissing of the bright round bullets, cast into the water, and the spluttering of the great red apples, which Annie was roasting for me. We always managed our even- ing's work in the chimney of the back-kitchen, where there was room to set chairs and table, in spite of the fire burning. On the right-hand side was a mighty oven, where Betty threat- ened to bake us ; and on the left, long sides of bacon, made of favored pigs, and growing very brown and comely. Annie knew the names of all, and ran up through the wood-smoke, every now and then, when a gentle memory moved her, and asked them how they were getting on, and when they would like to be eaten. Then she came back with foolish tears, for tliinking of that necessity; and I, being soft in a different way, Avould make up my mind against bacon. But, Lord bless you! it was no good. Whenever it came to breakfast-time, after three hours upon the moors, I regularly forgot the pigs, but paid good heed to the rashers. For ours is a hungry country, if such there be in England; a place, I mean, where men must eat, and are quick to discharge the duty. The air of the moors is so shrewd and wholesome, stir- ring a man's recollection of the good things which have betided him, and Avhetting his hope of something still better in the future, that by the time he sits down to a cloth, his lieart and stomach are tuned too well to say "nay" to one another. Almost everybody knows, in our part of the world at least, how pleasant and soft the fall of the land is round about 42 LOBNA BOONE. Plover's Barrows farm. All above it is strong dark mountain, spread with heath, and desolate, but near our house the valleys cove, and open warmth and shelter. Here are trees, and bright green grass, and orchards full of contentment, and a man may scarce espy the brook, although he hears it everywhere. And indeed a stout good piece of it comes through our farmyard, and swells sometimes to a rush of waves, when the clouds are on the hill-tops. But all below, Avliere the valley bends, and the Lynn stream goes along with it, pretty meadows slope their breast, and the sun spreads on the water. And nearly all of this is ours, till you come to Nicholas Snowe's land. But about two miles below our farm, the Bagworthy water runs into the Lynn, and makes a real river of it. Thence it hurries away, with strength and a force of wilful waters, under the foot of a barefaced hill, and so to rocks and woods again, where the stream is covered over, and dark, heavy pools delay it. There are plenty of fish all down this way, and the further you go the bigger they be, having deeper grounds to feed in ; and sometimes in the summer months, when mother could spare me off the farm, I came down here, with Annie to help (because it was so lonely), and caught well-nigh a basketful of little trout and minnows, with a hook and a bit of worm on it, or a fern-web, or a blow-fly, hung from a hazel pulse-stick. For of all the things I learned at Blundell's, only two abode with me, and one of these was the knack of fishing, and the other the art of swimming. And indeed they have a very rude manner of teaching children to swim there ; for the big boys take the little boys, and put them through a certain proc- ess, which they grimly call "sheej^-washing." In the third meadow from the gate of the school, going up the river, there is a fine pool in the Lowman, where the Taunton brook comes in, and they call it the " Taunton pool." The water runs down with a strong, sharp stickle, and then has a sudden elbow in it, where the small brook trickles in; and on that side the bank is steep, four, or it may be five feet high, overhanging loamily ; but on the other side it is flat, pebbly, and fit to land upon. Now the large boys take the small boys, crying sadly for mercy, and thinking, mayhap, of their mothers ; with hands laid well at the back of their necks, they bring them up to the crest of the bank upon the eastern side, and make them strip their clothes off. Then the little boys, falling on their naked knees, blubber upwards piteously; but the large boys know what is good for them, and will not be entreated. So they cast them down, one after other, into the splash of the water, and watch HABD IT IS TO CLIMB. 43 tlieiii go to the bottom first, and then come up and fight for it, with a blowing and a bubbling. It is a very fair sight to watch, when you know there is little danger ; because, although the pool is deep, the current is sure to wash a boy up on the stones, where the end of the depth is. As for me, they had no need to throw me more than once, because I jumped in of my own accord, thinking small things of the Lowman, after the violent Lynn. ^Nevertheless, I learnt to swim there, as all the other boys did; for the greatest point in learning that is to find that you must do it. I loved the Avater naturally, and could not long be out of it; but even the boys who hated it most, came to swim in some fashion or other, after they had been flung, for a year or two, into the Taunton pool. But now, although my sister Annie came to keep me com- pany, and was not to be parted from me by the tricks of the Lynn stream, because I put her on my back and carried her across, whenever she could not leap it, or tuck up her things and take the stones ; yet so it happened that neither of us had been up the Bagworthy water. We knew that it brought a good stream down, as full of fish as of pebbles ; and we thought that it must be very pretty to make a way where no way was, nor even a bullock came down to drink. But whether we were afraid or not, I am sure I cannot tell, because it is so long ago; but I think that had something to do with it. For Bagworthy water ran out of Doone valley, a mile or so from the mouth of it. But when I was turned fourteen years old, and put into good small-clothes, buckled at the knee, and strong blue worsted hosen, knitted by my mother, it happened to me without choice, I may say, to explore the Bagworthy water. And it came about in this wise. My mother had long been ailing, and not well able to eat much; and there is nothing that frightens us so much as for people to have no love of their victuals. Now I chanced to remember, that once at the time of the holidays, I had brought dear mother from Tiverton a jar of pickled loaches, caught by myself in the Lowman river, and baked in the kitchen oven, with vinegar, a few leaves of bay, and about a dozen pepper- corns. And mother had said that, in all her life, slie had never tasted anything fit to be compared with them. Whether she said so good a thing, out of compliment to my skill in catching the fish and cooking them, or whether she really meant it, is more than I can tell, though I quite believe the latter, and so would most people who tasted them ; at any rate, I now resolved 44 LORN A BOONE. to get some loaches for her, and do them in the self -same man- ner, just to make her eat a bit. There are many people, even now, who have not come to the right knowledge what a loach is, and where he lives, and how to catch and pickle him. And I will not tell them all about it, because if I did, very likely there be Avould be no loaches left, ten or twenty years after the appearance of this book. A pickled minnow is very good, if you catch him in a stickle, with the scarlet fingers upon him; but I count him no more than the ropes in beer, compared with a loach done properly. Being resolved to catch some loaches, whatever trouble it cost me, I set forth without a word to any one, in the forenoon of St. Valentine's day, 1675-6, I think it must have been. Annie should not come with me, because the water was too cold; for the winter had been long, and snow lay here and there, in patches in the hollow of the banks, like a lady's gloves forgotten. And yet the spring was breaking forth, as it always does in Devonshire, when the turn of the days is over; and though there was little to see of it, the air was full of feeling. It puzzles me now, that I remember all those young impres- sions so, because I took no heed of them at the time whatever^ and yet they come upon me bright, when nothing else is evi- dent in the gray fog of experience. I am like an old man gazing at the outside of his spectacles, and seeing, as he rubs the dust, the image of his grandson playing at bo-peep with him. But let me be of any age, I never could forget that day, and how bitter cold the water was. For I doffed my shoes and hose, and put them into a bag about my neck; and left my little coat at home, and tied my shirt-sleeves back to my shoulders. Then I took a three-pronged fork firmly bound to a rod with cord, and a piece of canvas kerchief, with a lump of bread inside itj and so went into the pebbly water, trying to think how warm it was. For more than a mile all down the Lynn stream, scarcely a stone I left unturned, being thoroughly skilled in the tricks of the loach, and knowing how he hides himself. For being gray-spotted, and clear to see through, and some- thing like a cuttle fish, only more substantial, he will stay quite still, where a streak of weed is in the rapid water, hoping to be overlooked, nor caring even to wag his tail. Then being disturbed he flips away, like whalebone from the finger, and hies to a shelf of stone, and lies with his sharp head poked in under it; or sometimes he bellies him into the mud and only shows his back-ridge. And that is the time to spear him TIABD IT IS TO CLIMB. 45 nicely, holding the fork very gingerly, and allowing for the bent of it, which comes to pass, I know not how, at the tickle of air and water. Or if your loach should not be abroad, when first you come to look for him, but keeping snug in his little home, then you may see him come forth amazed at the quivering of the shingles, and oar himself and look at you, and then dart upstream, like a little gray streak ; and then you must try to mark him in, and follow very daintily. So after that, in a sandy place, you steal up behind his tail to him, so that he cannot set eyes on you, for his head is upstream always, and there you see him abiding still, clear, and mild, and affable. Then, as he looks so innocent, you make full sure to prog him well, in spite of the wry of the water, and the sun making elbows to everything, and the trembling of your fingers. But when you gird at him lovingly, and have as good as gotten him, lo! in the go-by of the river he is gone as a shadow goes, and only a little cloud of mud curls away from the prong he should have been on. A long way down that limpid water, chill and bright as an iceberg, went my little self that day, on man's choice errand — destruction. All the young fish seemed to know that I was one who had taken out God's certificate, and meant to have the value of it; every one of them was aware, that we desolate more than replenish the earth. For a cow might come and look into the water, and put her j^ellow lips down; a kingfisher, like a blue arroAV, might shoot through the dark alleys over the channel, or sit on a dipping withy-bough, with his beak sunk into his breast-feathers ; even an otter might float down-stream, likening himself to a log of wood, with his flat head flush with the water top, and his oily eyes peering quietly; and yet no panic would seize other life, as it does when a sample of man comes. Now let not any one suppose that I thought of these things when I was young, for I knew not the way to do it. And proud enough in truth I was, at the universal fear I spread in all those lonely places, where I myself must have been afraid, if anything had come up to me. It is all very pretty to see the trees, big with their hopes of another year, though dumb as yet on the subject, and the waters murmuring gaiety, and the banks spread out with comfort; but a boy takes none of this to heart, unless he be meant for a poet (which no man ever can charge on me), and he would liefer have a good apple, or even a bad one, if he stole it. When T had travelled two miles or so, conquered now and 4e LORNA BOONE. then witli cold, and coming out to rub my legs into a lively friction, and only fishing here and there because of the tum- bling water ; suddenly, in an open space, where meadows spread about it, I found a good stream flowing softly into the body of our brook. And it brought, so far as I could guess by the sweep of it uiider my kneecaps, a larger power of clear water than the Lynn itself had; only it came more quietly down, not being troubled with stairs and steps, as the fortune of the Lynn is, but gliding smoothly and forcibly, as if upon some set pur- pose. Hereupon I drew up, and thought, and reason was much inside me ; because the water was bitter cold, and my little toes were aching. So on the bank I rubbed them well with a sprout of young sting-nettle, and having skipped about awhile, was kindly inclined to eat a bit. Now all the turn of all my life hung upon that moment. But as I sat there munching a crust of Betty Muxworthy^s sweet brown bread, and a bit of cold bacon along with it, and kicking my little red heels against the dry loam to keep them warm, I knew no more than fish under the fork, what was going on over me. It seemed a sad business to go back now, and tell Annie there were no loaches; and yet it was a frightful thing, knowing what I did of it, to venture, where no grown man durst, up the Bagworthy water. And x^lease to recollect that I was only a boy in those days, fond enough of anything new, but not like a man to meet it. However, as I ate more and more, my spirit arose within me, and I thought of what my father had been, and how he had told me a hundred times, never to be a coward. And then I grew warm, and my little heart was ashamed of its pit-a- patting, and I said to myself, " now if father looks, he shall see that I obey him." So I put the bag round my neck again, and buckled my breeches far up from the knee, expecting deeper water, and crossing the Lynn, went stoutly up vmder the branches which hang so dark on the Bagworthy river. I found it strongly over-woven, turned, and torn with thicket- wood, but not so rocky as the Lynn, and more inclined to go evenly. There were bars of chafed stakes stretched from the sides half-way across the current, and light outriders of pithy weed, and blades of last year's water-grass trembling in the quiet places, like a spider's threads, on the transparent stillness, with a tint of olive moving it; and here and there the sun came in, as if his liglit were sifted, making dance upon the waves, and shadowing the pebbles. HARD IT IS TO CLIMB. 47 Here, although affrighted often by the deep, dark places, a.nd feeling that every step I took might never be taken backward, on the whole I had very comely sport of loaches, trout, and minnows, forking some, and tickling some, and driving others to shallow nooks, whence I could bail them ashore. Now, if you have ever been fishing, you will not wonder that I was led on, forgetting all about danger, and taking no heed of the time, but shouting in a childish way, whenever I caught a " whacker " (as we called a big fish at Tiverton) ; and in sooth there were very line loaches here, having more lie and harborage than in the rough Lynn stream, though not quite so large as in the Lowman, where I have even taken them to the weight of a quarter of a pound. But in answer to all my shouts, there never was any sound at all, except of a rocky echo, or a scared bird hustling away, or the sudden dive of a water-vole ; and the place grew thicker and thicker, and the covert grew darker above me, until I thought that the fishes might have good chance of eating me, instead of my eating the fishes. For now the day was falling fast behind the brown of the hill- tops; and the trees, being void of leaf and hard, seemed giants ready to beat me. And every moment, as the sky was clearing up for a white frost, the cold of the water got worse and worse, until I was fit to cry with it. And so, in a sorry plight, I came to an opening in the bushes, where a great black pool lay in front of me, whitened with snow (as I thought) at the sides, till I saw it was only foam -froth. Now, though I could swim with great ease and comfort, and feared no depth of water, when I could fairly come to it, yet I had no desire to go over head and ears into this great pool, being so cramped and weary, and cold enough in all conscience, though wet only up to the middle, not counting my arms and shoulders. And the look of this black pit Avas enough to stop one from diving into it, even on a hot summer's day with sun- shine on the water; I mean, if the sun ever shone there. As it was, I shuddered and drew back ; not alone at the pool itself, and the black air there was about it, but also at the whirling manner, and wisping of white threads upon it, in stripy circles round and round ; and the centre still as jet. But soon I saw the reason of the stir and depth of that great pit, as well as of the roaring sound which long had made me wonder. For skirting round one side, with very little comfort, because the rocks were high and steep, and the ledge at the foot so narrow, I came to a sudden sight and marvel, such as I 48 LORN A BOONE. never dreamed of. For, lo ! I stood at the foot of a long pale slide of water, coming smoothly to me, without any break or hindrance, for a hundred yards or more, and fenced on either side with cliff, sheer, and straight, and shining. The water neither ran nor fell, nor lea^^ed with any spouting, but made one even slope of it, as if it had been combed or planed, and looking like a plank of deal laid down a deep black staircase. However there was no side-rail, nor any place to walk upon, only the channel a fathom wide, and the perpendicular walls of crag shutting out the evening. The look of this place had a sad effect, scaring me very greatly, and making me feel that I would give something, only to be at home again, with Annie cooking my supper, and our dog, "Watch," sniffing upward. But nothing would come of wishing; that I had long found out; and it only made one the less inclined to work without white feather. So I laid the case before me in a little council; not for loss of time, but only that I wanted rest, and to see things truly. Then says I to myself, — "John Ridd, these trees, and pools, and lonesome rocks, and setting of the sunlight, are making a gruesome coward of thee. Shall I go back to my mother so, and be called her fearless boy? " Nevertheless, I am free to own that it was not any fine sense of shame which settled my decision ; for indeed there was nearly as much of danger in going back as in going on, and perhaps even more of labor, the journey being so roundabout. But that which saved me from turning back was a strange inquisitive desire, very unbecoming in a boy of little years; in a word, I would risk a great deal to know, what made the water come down like that, and what there was at the top of it. Therefore, seeing hard strife before me, I girt up my breeches anew, with each buckle one hole tighter, for the sodden straps were stretching and giving, and mayhap my legs were grown smaller from the coldness of it. Then I bestowed my fish around my neck more tightly, and not stopping to look much, for fear of fear, crawled along over the fork of rocks, where the water had scooped the stone out; and shunning thus the ledge from whence it rose, like the mane of a white horse, into the broad black pool, softly I let my feet into the dip and rush of the torrent. And here I had reckoned without my host, although (as I thought) so clever ; and it was much but that I went down into the great black pool, and had never been heard of more ; and this must have been the end of me, except for my trusty loach- HARD IT IS TO CLIMB. 49 fork. For the green wave came down, like great bottles upon me, and my legs were gone off in a moment, and I had not time to cry out with wonder, only to think of my mother and Annie, and knock my head very sadly, which made it go round so that brains were no good, even if I had any. But all in a moment, before I knew aught, except that I must die out of the Avay, with a roar of water upon me, my fork, praise God, stuck fast in the rock, and I was born up upon it. I felt nothing, except that here was another matter to begin upon ; and it might be worth Avhile, or again it might not, to have another fight for it. But presently the dash of the water upon my face revived me, and my mind grew used to the roar of it; and meseemed I had been worse off than this, when first flvmg into the Lowman. Therefore I gathered my legs back slowly, as if they were fish to be landed, stopping whenever the water flew too strongly off my shin-bones, and coming along, without sticking out to let the wave get hold of me. And in this manner I won a footing, leaning well forward like a draught-horse, and balanc- ing on my strength as it were, with the ashen stake set behind me. Then I said to myself, " John Ridd, the sooner you get yourself out by the way you came, the better it will be for you." But to my great dismay and affright, I saw that no choice was left me now, except that I must climb somehow up that hill of water, or else be washed down into the pool, and whirl around till it drowned me. For there was no chance of fetching back, by the way I had gone down into it ; and further up was a hedge of rock on either side of the water-wa}', rising a hundred yards in height, and for all I could tell five hundred, and no place to set a foot in. Having said the Lord's Prayer (which was all I knew), and made a very bad job of it, I grasped the good loach-stick under a knot, and steadied me with my left hand, and so with a sigh of despair began my course up the fearful torrent -way. To me it seemed half-a-mile at least of sliding water above me, but in truth it was little more than a furlong, as I came to know after- wards. It would have been a hard ascent, even without the slippery slime, and the force of the river over it, and I had scanty hope indeed of ever winning the summit. Nevertheless my terror left me, now I was face to face with it, and had to meet the worst ; and I set myself to do my best, with a vigor and sort of hardness, which did not then surprise me, but have done so ever since. The water was only six inches deep, or from that to nine at the utmost, and all the way up I could see my feet looking VOL. I. — i 50 LORNA BOONE. white in the gloom of the hollow, and here and there I found resting-place, to hold on by the cliff and pant awhile. And gradually as I went on, a warmth of courage breathed in me, to think that perhaps no other had dared to try that pass before me, and to wonder what mother would say to it. And then came thought of my father also, and the pain of my feet abated. How I went carefully, step by stejD, keeping my arms in front of me, and never daring to straighten my knees, is more than I can tell clearly, or even like now to think of, because it makes me dream of it. Only I must acknowledge, that the greatest danger of all was just where I saw no jeopardy, but ran up a patch of black ooze -weed in a very boastful manner, being now not far from the summit. Here I fell very piteously, and was like to have broken my knee-cap, and the torrent got hold of my other leg, while I was indulging the bruised one. And then a vile knotting of cramp disabled me, and for awhile I could only roar, till my mouth was full of water, and all of my body was sliding. But the fright of that brought me to again, and my elbow caught in a rock-hole ; and so I managed to start again, with the help of more humility. Now being in the most dreadful fright, because I was so near the top, and hope was beating within me, I labored hard witli both legs and arms, going like a mill, and grunting. At last the rush of forked water, where first it came over the lips of the fall, drove me into the middle, and I stuck awhile with my toe-balls on the slippery links of the pop-weed, and the world was green and gliddery, and I durst not look behind me. Then I made up my mind to die at last ; for so my legs would ache no more, and my breath not pain my heart so; only it did seem such a pity, after lighting so long to give in, and the light was coming upon me, and again I fought towards it ; then suddenly I felt fresh air, and fell into it headlong. CHAPTER VIII. A BOY AND A GIRL. When I came to myself again, my hands were full of young grass and mould; and a little girl kneeling at my side was rub- bing my forehead tenderly, with a dock-leaf and a handker- chief. A BOY AND A GIBL. 51 "Oh, I am so glad," she whispered softl}', as I opened my eyes and looked at her ; '• now you will try to be better, won't you?" T had never heard so sweet a sound as came from between her bright red lips, while there she knelt and gazed at me; neither had I ever seen anything so beautiful as the large dark e3'es intent upon me, full of pity and wonder. And then, my nature being slow, and perhaps, for that matter, heavy, I wandered with my hazy ej-es down the black shower of her hair, as to my jaded gaze it seemed; and where it fell on the turf, among it (like an early star) was the first primrose of the season. And since that day, I think of her, through all the rough storms of my life, when I see an early primrose. Perhaps she liked my countenance; and indeed I know she did, because she said so afterwards ; although at the time she was too young to know what made her take to me. Not that I had any beauty, or ever pretended to have any, only a solid healthy face, which many girls have laughed at. Thereupon I sate upright, with my little trident still in one hand, and was much afraid to speak to her, being conscious of my country -brogue, lest she should cease to like me. But she clapped her hands, and made a trifling dance around my back, and came to me on the other side, as if I were a great plaything. " What is your name ? " she said, as if she had every right to ask me ; " and how did you come here, and what are these wet things in this great bag ? " "You had better let them alone," I said; "they are loaches for my mother. But I will give you some, if you like." " Dear me, how much you think of them ! Why they are only fish. But how your feet are bleeding! oh, I must tie them up for you. And no shoes nor stockings! Is your mother very poor, poor boy ? " "Xo," I said, being vexed at this; "we are rich enough to buy all this great meadow, if w^e chose; and here my shoes and stockings be." "Why they are quite as wet as your feet; and I cannot bear to see your feet. Oh, please to let me manage them ; I will do it very softly." "Oh, I don't think much of that," I replied; "I shall put some goose-grease to them. But how you are looking at me! I never saw any one like you before. My name is John Kidd. What is your name ? " '"Lorna Doone," she answered, in a low voice, as if afraid 52 LORNA DOONE. of it, and hanging her head, so that I could see only her fore- head and eyelashes ; " if you please, my name is Lorna Doone; and I thought you must have known it." Then I stood up, and touched her hand, and tried to make her look at me ; but she only turned aAvay the more. Young and harmless as she was, her name alone made guilt of her. Nevertheless I could not help looking at her tenderly, and the more when her blushes turned into tears, and her tears to long, low sobs. " Don't cry," I said, "whatever you do. I am sure you have never done any harm. I will give you all my fish, Lorna, and catch some more for mother; only don't be angry with me." She flung her little soft arms up, in the passion of her tears, and looked at me so piteously, that what did I do but kiss her. It seemed to be a very odd thing, when I came to think of it, because I hated kissing so, as all honest boys must do. But she touched my heart with a sudden delight, like a cowslip- blossom (although there were none to be seen yet) and the sweetest flowers of spring. She gave me no encouragement, as my mother in her place would have done; nay, she even wiped her lips (which methought was rather rude of her), and drew away, and smoothed her dress, as if I had used a freedom. Then I felt my cheeks grow burning red, and I gazed at my legs and was sorry. For although she was not at all a proud child (at any rate in her countenance), yet I knew that she was by birth a thousand years in front of me. They might have taken and trained me, or (which would be more to the purpose) ni}^ sis- ters, until it was time for us to die, and then have trained our children after us, for many generations; yet never could we have gotten that look upon our faces, which Lorna Doone had naturally, as if she had been born to it. Here was I, a yeoman's boy, a yeoman every inch of me, even where I was naked ; and there was she, a lady born, and thoroughly aware of it, and dressed by people of rank and taste, who took pride in her beauty, and set it to advantage. For though her hair was fallen down, by reason of her wild- ness, and some of her frock was touched with wet, where she had tended me so, behold her dress was pretty enough for the queen of all the angels! The colors were bright and rich indeed, and the substance very sumptuous, yet simple and free from tinsel stuff, and matching most harmoniously. All from her waist to her neck was white, plaited in close like a curtain, and the dark soft weeping of her hair, and the shad- A BOY AND A GIBL. 53 owy light of her eyes (like a wood rayed through with sunset), made it seem yet whiter, as if it were done on purpose. As for the rest, she knew what it Avas, a great deal better than I did; for I never could look far away from her eyes, when they were opened upon me. Now, seeing how I heeded her, and feeling that I had kissed her, although she was such a little girl, eight years old or thereabouts, she turned to the stream in a bashful manner, and began to watch the water, and rubbed one leg against the other. I for my part, being vexed at her behavior to me, took up all my things to go, and made a fuss about it; to let her know I was going. But she did not call me back at all, as I had made sure she would do; moreover, I knew that to try the descent was almost certain death to me, and it looked as dark as pitch ; and so at the mouth I turned round again, and came back to her, and said, "Lorna." "Oh, I thought you were gone," she answered; "why did you ever come here ? Do you know what they would do to us, if they found you here with me ? " " Beat us, I dare say, very hard, or me at least. They could never beat you." " No. They would kill us both outright, and bury us here by the water ; and the water often tells me that I must come to that." " But what should they kill me for ? " "Because you have found the way up here, and they never could believe it. Now, please to go ; oh please to go. They will kill us both in a moment. Yes, I like you very much " — for I was teasing her to say it — " very much indeed, and I will call you John Eidd, if you like; only please to go, John. And when your feet are well, you know, you can come and tell me how they are." " But I tell you, Lorna, I like you very much indeed, nearly as much as Annie, and a great deal more than Lizzie. And I never saw any one like you; and I must come back again to- morrow, and so must you, to see me; and I will bring you such a maun of things — there are apples still, and a thrush I caught with only one leg broken, and our dog has just had puppies " " Oh dear, they won't let me have a dog. There is not a dog in the valley. They say they are such noisy things " " Only put your hand in mine, — what little things they are, Lorna! — and I will bring you the loveliest dog; I Avill show you just how long he is." 64 LORN A BOONE. '' Hush ! " A shout came down the valley; and all my heart was trembling, like water after sunset, and Lorna's face was altered from pleasant play to terror. She shrank to me, and looked up at me, with such a power of weakness, that I at once made up my mind, to save her, or to die Avith her. A tingle went through all my bones, and I only longed for my carbine. The little g'irl took courage from me, and put her cheek quite close to mine. " Come with me down the waterfall. I can carry you easily; and mother will take care of you." "No, no," she cried, as I took her up: "I will t^ll 3'Ouwhat to do. They are only looking for me. You see that hole, that hole there ? " " She pointed to a little niche in the rock, which verged the meadow, about fifty yards away from us. In the fading of the twilight I could just descry it. "Yes, I see it; but they will see me crossing the grass to get there." "Look! look! " She could hardly speak. "There is a way out from the top of it; they would kill me if I told it. Oh, here they come; I can see them." The little maid turned as white as the snow which hung on the rocks above her, and she looked at the water, and then at me, and she cried, "Oh dear! oh dear! " And then she began to sob aloud, being so young and unready. But I drew her behind the withy-bushes, and close down to the Avater, where it was quiet, and shelving deep, ere it came to the lip of the chasm. Here they could not see either of us from the upper- valley, and might have sought a long time for us, even when they came quite near, if the trees had been clad with their summer clotlies. Luckily I had picked up my fish, and taken my three-pronged fork away. "Crouching in that hollow nest, as children get together in ever so little compass, I saw a dozen fierce men come down, on the other side of the water, not bearing any firearms, but looking lax and jovial, as if they were come from riding and a dinner taken hungrily. " Queen, queen ! " they were shout- ing, here and there, and now and then : " where the pest is our little queen gone ? " "They always call me 'queen,' and I am to be queen by and by," Lorna whispered to me, with her soft cheek on my rough one, and her little heart beating against me: "oh, they are crossing by the timber there, and then they are sure to see us." A BOY AND A GIRL. 55 ^'Stop," said I; ''now I see what to do. I must get into the water, and you must go to sleep." "To be sure, yes, away in the meadow there. But how bitter cold it will be for you ! " She saw in a moment the way to do it, sooner than I could tell her; and there was no time to lose. "Now mind you never come again," she whispered over her shoulder, as she crept away with a childish twist, hiding her white front from me; "only I shall come sometimes — oh, here they are. Madonna! " Daring scarce to peep, I crept into the water, and lay down bodily in it, with my head between two blocks of stone, and some flood-drift combing over me. The dusk was deepening between the hills, and a white mist lay on the river; but I, being in the channel of it, could see every ripple, and twig, and rush, and glazing of twilight above it, as bright as in a picture ; so that to my ignorance there seemed to be no chance at all, but that the men must And me. For all this time, they were shouting, and swearing, and keeping such a hallabaloo, that the rocks all round the valley rang ; and my heart quaked, so (what with this and the cold) that the water began to gur- gle round me, and lap upon the pebbles. Neither in truth did I try to stop it, being now so desperate, between the fear and the wretchedness; till I caught a glimpse of the little maid, whose beauty and Avhose kindliness had made me yearn to be with her. And then I knew that for her sake I was bound to be brave, and hide myself. She was lying beneath a rock, thirty or forty yards from me, feign- ing to be fast asleep, with her dress spread beautifully, and her .hair drawn over her. Presently one of the great rough men came round a corner upon her; and there he stopped, and gazed awhile at her fair- ness and her innocence. Then he caught her up in his arms, and kissed her so that I heard him ; and if I had only brought my gun, I would have tried to shoot him. "Here our queen is! Here's the queen, here's the captain's daughter! " he shouted to his comrades; "fast asleep, by God, and hearty! Now I have hrst claim to her; and no one else shall touch the child. Back to the bottle, all of you ! " He set her dainty little form upon his great square shoulder, and her narrow feet in one broad hand; and so in triumph marched away, with the purple velvet of her skirt ruffling in his long black beard, and the silken length of her hair fetched out, like a cloud by the wind, behind her. This way of her going 56 LOBNA DOOJ\'E. vexed nie so, that I leaped upright in the water, and must have been spied by some of them, but for their haste to the wine-bottle. Of their little queen they took small notice, being in this urgency, although they had thought to find her drowned; but trooped away, one after another, with kindly challenge to gambling, so far as I could make them out; and I kept sharp watch, I assure you. Going up that darkened glen, little Lorna, riding still the largest and most fierce of them, turned and put up a hand to me; and I put up a hand to her, in the thick of the mist and the willows. She was gone, my little dear (though tall of her age and healthy) ; and when I got over my thriftless fright, I longed to have more to say to her. Her voice to me was so different from all I had ever heard before, as might be a sweet silver bell, intoned to the small chords of a harp. But I had no time to think a,bout this, if I hoped to have any supper. I crept into a bush for warmth, and rubbed my shivering legs on bark, and longed for mother's fagot. Then, as day- light sank below the forget-me-not of stars, with a sorrow to be quit, I knew that now must be my time to get away, if there were any. Therefore, wringing my sodden breeches, I managed to crawl from the bank to the niche in the clilf, which Lorna had shown me. Through the dusk, I had trouble to see the mouth, at even five landyards of distance; nevertheless I entered well, and held on by some dead fern-stems, and did hope that no one would shoot me. But while I was hugging myself like this, with a boyish man- ner of reasoning, my joy was like to have ended in sad grief, both to myself and my mother, and haply to all honest folk who shall love to read this history. For hearing a noise in front of me, and like a coward not knowing where, l;)ut afraid to turn round or think of it, I felt myself going down some deep passage, into a pit of darkness. It was no good to catch the sides, for the whole thing seemed to go Avith me. Then, without knowing how, I was leaning over a night of water. This water was of black radiance, as are certain diamonds, spanned across with vaults of rock, and carrying no image, neither showing marge nor end, but centred (as it miglit be) with a bottomless indrawal. With that chill and dread upon me, and the sheer rock all around, and the faint light lieaving wavily on the silence of THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME. 57 this gulf, I must have lost my wits, and gone to the bottom, if there were any. But suddenly a robin sang (as they Avill do after dark, towards spring) in the brown fern and ivy behind me. I took it for our little Annie's voice (for she could call any robin), and gathering quick warm comfort, sprang up the steep way towards the starlight. Climbing back, as the stones glid down, I heard the cold greedy wave go lapping, like a blind black dog, into the distance of arches, and hollow depths of darkness. CHAPTER IX. THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME. I CAN assure you, and tell no lie (as John Fry always used to say, when telling his very largest), that I scrambled back to the mouth of that pit, as if the evil one had been after me. And sorely I repented now of all my boyish folly, or madness it might well be termed, in venturing, Avith none to help, and nothing to compel me, into that accursed valley. Once let me get out, thinks I; and if ever I get in again, without being cast in by neck and by crop, I will give our new-born donkey leave to set up for my schoolmaster. How I kept that resolution, we shall see hereafter. It is enough for me now to tell, how I escaped from the den that night. First I sat down in the little opening, which Lorna had x^ointed out to me, and wondered whether she had meant (as bitterly occurred to me) that I should run down into the pit, and be drowned, and give no more trouble. But in less than half a minute, I was ashamed of that idea, and remem- bered how she was vexed to think that even a loach should lose his life. And then I said to myself, "Xow surely, she would value me more than a thousand loaches ; and what she said must be quite true, about the way out of this horrible place." Therefore I began to search with the utmost care and dili- gence, although my teeth were chattering, and all my bones beginning to ache, with the chilliness and the wetness. Be- fore very long the moon apj^eared, over the edge of the moun- tain, ancl among the trees at the top of it; and then I espied rough steps, and rocky, made as if with a sledge-liammer, 58 LOByA BOONE. narrow, steep, and far asunder, scooped here and there in the side of the entrance, and then round a bulge of the cliff, like the marks upon a great brown loaf, where a hungry child has picked at it. And higher up, where the light of the moon shone broader upon the precipice, there seemed to be a rude broken track, like the shadow of a crooked stick thrown upon a house -wall. Herein was small encouragement; and at hrst 1 was minded to lie down and die; but it seemed to come amiss to me. God has his time for alL of us ; but he seems to advertise us, when He does not mean to do it. Moreover, I saw a movement of lights at the head of the valley, as if lanthorns were com- ing after me ; and the nimbleness given thereon to my heels was in front of all meditation. Straightway, I set foot in the lowest stirrup (as I might almost call it), and clung to the rock with my nails, and worked to make a jump into the second stirrup. And I com- passed that too, with the aid of my stick; although, to tell you the truth, I was not at that time of life so agile as boys of smaller frame are ; for my size was growing beyond my years, and the muscles not keeping time with it, and the joints of my bones not closely hinged, with staring at one another. But the third step-hole was the hardest of all, and the rock swelled out on me over my breast, and there seemed to be no attempting it, until I espied a good stout rope Iianging in a groove of shadow, and just managed to reach the end of it. How I clomb up, and across the clearing, and found my way home through the Bagworthy forest, is more than I can remember now, for I took all the rest of it then as a dream, by reason of perfect weariness. And indeed it was quite be- yond my hopes to tell so much as I have told; for at first beginning to set it down, it was all like a mist before me. Nevertheless some parts grew clearer, as one by one I remem- bered them, having taken a little soft cordial, because the memory frightens me. For the toil of the water, and danger of laboring up the long cascade, or rapids, and then the surprise of the fair young maid, and terror of the murderers, and desperation of getting away — all these are much to me even now, when T am a stout churchwarden, and sit by the side of my fire, after going through many far worse adventures, which I Avill tell, God will- ing. ^)nly the labor of writing is such (especially so as to construe, and challenge a reader on parts of speech, and hope to be even with him) ; that by this pipe which I hold in my THERE IS yO PLACE LIKE HOME. 59 liaiid, I ever expect to be beaten, as in the days when uhl Doctor Twiggs, if I made a bad stroke in my exercise, shouted aloud with a sour joy, "John Ridd, sirrah, down with your smallclothes I " Let that be as it may, I deserved a good beating that night, after making such a fool of myself, and grinding good fustian to pieces. But when I got home, all the supper was in, and the men sitting at the white table, and mother, and Annie, and Lizzie near by, all eager, and offering to begin (except, indeed my mother, who was looking out of the doorway), and by the fire was Betty Muxworthy, scolding, and cooking, and tasting her work, all in a breath, as a man would say. I looked through the door from the dark by the wood-stack, and was half of a mind to stay out, like a dog, for fear of the rat- ing and reckoning ; but the way my dear mother was looking about, and the browning of the sausages, got* the better of me. But nobody could get out of me, where I had spent all the day and evening; although they worried me never so much, and longed to shake me to pieces; esx^ecially Betty Mux- worth}', who never could learn to let well alone. Xot that they made me tell any lies, althougli it would have served them right almost for intruding on other people's business; but that I just held my tongue, and ate my supper rarely, and let them try their taunts and jibes, and drove them almost wild after supper, by smiling exceeding knowingly. And indeed I could have told them things, as I hinted once or twice; and then poor Bett}^, and our little Lizzie, were so mad with eagerness, that between them I went into the fire, being thoroughh^ overcome with laughter, and my ow^n impor- tance. Now what the working of my mind was (if indeed it worked at all, and did no4: rather follow suit of body) it is not in my power to say; only that the result of my adventure in the Doone Glen was to make me dream a good deal of nights, which I had never done much before, and to drive me, with tenfold zeal and purpose, to the practice of bullet-shooting. Not that I ever expected to shoot all the Doone family, one by one, or even desired to do so, for my nature is not revengeful; but that it seemed to be somehoAv my business to understand the gun, as a thing I must be at home with. I could hit the barn-door now capitally well, with the Span- ish match-lock, and even with John Fry's blunderbuss, at ten good landyards distance, without any rest for my fusil. And what was very wrong of me, though I did not see it then, I kept 60 LOENA nooNE. John Fry there, to praise my shots, from dinner-time often until the gray dusk, while he all the time sliould have been at work, spring-ploughing upon the farm. And for that matter, so should I have been, or at any rate driving the horses ; but John was by no means loth to be there, instead of holding the plough-tail. And indeed one of our old sayings is — "For pleasure's sake I would liefer wet, Than ha' ten lumps of gold for each one of my sweat." And again, which is not a bad proverb, though unthrifty, and unlike a Scotchman's — " God makes the wheat grow greener, While farmer be at his dinner." And no Devonshire man, or Somerset either (and I belong to both of them), ever thinks of working harder than his Maker meant for him. Nevertheless I worked hard at the gun, and by the time that I had sent all the church-roof gutters, so far as I hon- estly could cut them, through the red pine-door, I began to long for a better tool, that would make less noise and throw straighter. But the sheep-shearing came, and the hay season next, and then the harvest of small corn, and the digging of the root called " batata " (a new but good thing in our neigh- borhood, which our folk have turned into "taties"), and then the sweating of the apples, and the turning of the cider-press, and the stacking of the fire-wood, and netting of the wood- cocks, and the springles to be minded, in the garden, and by the hedgerows, where blackbirds hop to the molehills in the white October mornings, and gray birds comiC to look for snails, at tlie time when the sun is rising. It is wonderful how time runs away, when all these things, and a great many others, come in to load him down the hill, and prevent him from stopping to look about. And I for my part can never conceive how people who live in towns and cities, where neither lambs nor birds are (except in some shop windows), nor growing corn, nor meadow-grass, nor even so much as a stick to cut, or a stile to climb and sit down upon, — how these poor folk get through their lives, without being utterly weary of them, and dying from pure indolence, is a thing God only knows, if His mercy allows Him to think of it. How the year went by, I know not; only that I was abroad THERE IS NO PLACE LIKE HOME. 61 all day, sliooting, or fishing, or minding the farm, or riding after some stray beast, or away by the sea-side below Glen- thorne, wondering at the great waters, and resolving to go for a sailor. For in those days, I had a firm belief, as many other strong boys have, of being born for a seaman. And indeed I had been in a boat nearly twice ; bnt the second time mother found it out, and came and drew me back again; and after that she cried so badly, that I Avas forced to give my word to her, to go no more witliout telling her. But Betty Muxworthy spoke her mind quite in a different way about it, the while she was wringing my hosen, and clat- tering to the drying-horse. "Zailor, ees fai! ay, and zarve un raight. Her can't kape out o' the watter here, whur a' must goo vor to vaind un, zame as a gurt to-ad squalloping, and mux up, till I be wore out, I be, wi' the very saight of 's braiches. Hoav wil un ever baide aboard zhip, wi' the watter zinging out under un, and comin' up splash when the wind blow. Latt un goo, missus, latt un goo, zay I for wan, and old Davy wash his clouts for un." Now this discourse of Betty's tended more than my mother's prayers, I fear, to keep me from going. For I hated Betty in those days, as children always hate a cross servant, and often get fond of a false one. But Betty, like many act- ive women, was false by her crossness only; thinking it just for the moment perhaps, and rushing away with a bucket; ready to stick to it, like a clenched nail, if beaten the wrong way with argument; but melting over it, if you left her, as stinging soap, left alone in a basin, spreads all abroad with- out bubbling. But all this is beyond the children, and beyond me too for that matter, even now in ripe experience; for I never did know what women mean, and never shall, unless they tell me, whenever it is in their power. Better to let that question pass. For although I am now in a place of some authority, I have observed that no one ever listens to me, when I attempt to lay down the law ; but all are waiting Avith open ears, until I do enforce it. And so, methinks, he who reads a history cares not much for the wisdom or folly of the writer (know- ing well that the former is far less than his own, and the latter vastly greater), but hurries to know what the people did, and liow they got on about it. And this I can tell, if any one can, having been myself in the thick of it. The fright I had taken that night, in Glen Doone, satisfied me for a long time thereafter; and I took good care not to 62 LORN A BOONE. venture even in the fields^ and woods of the outer farm, with- out John Fry for company. John was greatly surprised, and pleased, at the value I now set upon him ; until, what betwixt the desire to vaunt, and the longing to talk things over, I gradually laid bare to him nearly all that had befallen me; except, indeed, about Lorna, whom a sort of shame kept me from mentioning. Not that I did not think of her, and wish very often to see her again; but of course I Avas only a boy as yet, and therefore inclined»to despise young girls, as being unable to do anything, and only meant to listen to orders. And Avhen I got along with the other boys, that was how we always spoke of them, if we deigned to speak at all, as creat- ures of a loAver order, only good enough to run errands for us, and to nurse boy -babies. And yet my sister Annie was, in truth, a great deal more to me than all the boys of the parish, and of Brendon, and Countisbury, put together; although at the time I never dreamed it, and would have laughed if told so. Annie was of a pleasing face, and ver}^ gentle manner, almost like a lady, some people said ; but without any airs whatever, only trying to give satisfaction. And if she failed, she would go and weep, without letting any one know it, believing the fault to be all her own, when mostly it was of others. But if she succeeded in pleasing you, it was beautiful to see her smile, and stroke her soft chin in a way of her own, which she always used, when taking note how to do the right thing again for you. And then her cheeks had a bright clear pink, and her eyes were as blue as the sky in spring, and she stood as upright as a young apple-tree, and no one could help but smile at her, and pat her brown curls approvingly ; whereupon she always courteseyed. For she never tried to look away, when honest people gazed at her; and even in the court-yard, she would come and help to take your saddle, and tell (Avithout your asking her) AA'hat there was for dinner. And after Avards she grcAV up to be a A^ery comely maiden, tall, and AA'itli a AA'ell-built neck, and very fair Avhite shoul- ders, under a bright cloud of curling hair. Alas! poor Annie, like most of the gentle maidens — but tush, I am not come to that yet; and for the present she seemed to me little to look at, after the beauty of Lorna Doone. A BE AVE BESCUE AND A BOUGH BIDE. 63 CHAPTER X. A BRAVE RESCUE AND A ROUGH RIDE. It happened upon a November evening (when I was about fifteen 3'ears old, and out-growing my strength very rapidly, my sister Annie being turned thirteen, and a deal of rain hav- ing fallen, and all the troughs in the yard being flooded, and the bark from the wood-ricks washed down the gutters, and even our water-shoot going brown) that the ducks in the court made a terrible quacking, instead of marching off to their pen, one behind another. Thereupon Annie and I ran out, to see what might be the sense of it. There were thirteen ducks, and ten lily-white (as the fashion then of ducks was), not I mean twenty-three in all, ])ut ten white and three brown- striped ones; and without being nice about their color, they all quacked very movingly. They pushed their gold-colored bills here and there (yet dirty, as gold is apt to be), and they jumped on the triangles of their feet, and sounded out of their nostrils ; and some of the over-excited ones ran along low on the ground, quacking grievously, with their bills snapping and bending, and the roof of their mouths exhibited. Annie began to cry "dilly, dilly, einy, einy, ducksey," ac- cording to the burden of a tune they seem to have accepted as the national duck's anthem ; but instead of being soothed by it, they only quacked three times as hard, and ran round, till we were giddy. And then they shook their tails altogether, and looked grave, and went round and round again. ISTow I am uncommonly fond of ducks, Avhether roystering, roosting, or roasted; and it is a fine sight to behold them walk, poddling one after other, with their toes out, like soldiers drilling, and tlieir little eyes cocked all ways at once, and the way that they dib with their bills, and dabble, and throw up their heads and enjoy something, and then tell the others about it. Therefore I knew at once, by the Avay they were carrying on, that there must be something or other gone wholly amiss in the duck- world. Sister Annie perceived it too, but with a greater quick- ness; for she counted them like a good duck-wife, and could only tell thirteen of them, when she knew there ought to be fourteen. And so we began to search about, and the ducks ran to lead us aright, having come that far to fetch us ; and when we got 64 LORNA nOONE. down to tlie foot of the court -yard where the two great ash-trees stand by the side of the little water, we found good reason for the urgence and melancholy of the duck-birds. Lo! the old white drake, the father of all, a bird of high manners and chivalry, always the last to help himself from the pan of barley- meal, and the first to show light to a dog or cock intruding upon his family, this fine fellow, and pillar of the state, was now in a sad predicament, yet quacking very stoutly. For the brook, wherewith he had been familiar from his callow child- hood, and wherein he Avas wont to quest for Avater-newts, and tadpoles, and caddis-worms, and other game, this brook, which afforded him very often scanty space to dabble in, and some- times starved the cresses, was now coming down in a great brown flood, as if the banks never belonged to it. The foam- ing of it, and the noise, and the cresting of the corners, and the up and down, like a wave of the sea, were enough to frighten any duck, though bred upon stormy waters, which our ducks never had been. There is always a hurdle, nine feet long, and four and a half in depth, swung by a chain at either end from an oak laid across the channel. And the use of this hurdle is to keep our kine at milking time from straying away there drinking (for in truth they are very dainty) and to fence strange cattle, or Farmer Snowe's horses, from coming along the bed of the brook unknown, to steal our substance. But now this hurdle, which hung in the summer a foot above the trickle, would have been dipped more than two feet deep, but for the power against it. For the torrent came down so vehemently that the chains at full stretch were creaking, and the hurdle, buffeted almost flat, and thatched (so to say) with the drift-stuff, was going see-saw with a sulky splash on the dirty red comb of the waters. But saddest to see was between two bars, where a fog was of rushes, and floodwood, and wild celery-haulm, and dead crowsfoot, who but our venerable mallard, jammed in by the joint of his shoul- der, speaking aloud as he rose and fell, with his top-knot full of water, unable to comprehend it, with his tail washed far away from him, but often compelled to be silent, being ducked very harshly against his will by the choking fall-to of the hurdle. For a moment I could scarce help laughing; because, being borne up high and dry by a tumult of the torrent, he gave me a look from his one little eye (having lost one in fight with the turkey-cock), a gaze of appealing sorrow, and then a loud quack to second it. But the quack came out of time, I sup- A BRAVE RESCUE AND A BOUGH RIDE. 65 pose, for his throat got filled with water, as the hurdle carried him back again. And then there was scarcely the screw of his tail to be seen until he swung up again, and left small doubt ])y the way he spluttered, and failed to quack, and hung down his poor crest, but that drown he must in another minute, and frogs triumph over his body. Annie was crying, and wringing her hands, and I was about to rush into the water, although I liked not the look of it, but hoped to hold on by the hurdle, when a man on horseback came suddenly round the corner of the great ash-hedge on the other side of the stream, and his horse's feet were in the water. "Ho, there," he cried; "get thee back, boy. The fiood will carry thee down like a straw. I will do it for thee, and no trouble." With that he leaned forward, and spoke to his mare — she was just of the tint of a strawberry, a young thing, very beau- tiful — and she arched up her neck, as misliking the job; yet, trusting him, would attempt it. She entered the flood, with her dainty fore-legs sloped further and further in front of her, and her delicate ears pricked forward, and the size of her great eyes increasing; but he kept her straight in the turbid rush, by the x^ressure of his knee on her. Then she looked back, and wondered at him, as the force of the torrent grew stronger, but he bade her go on ; and on she went, and it foamed up over her shoulders ; and she tossed up her lip and scorned it, for now her courage was waking. Then as the rush of it swept her away, and she struck with her fore-feet down the stream, he leaned from his saddle, in a manner which I never could have thought possible, and caught up old Tom with his left hand, and set him between his holsters, and smiled at his faint quack of gratitude. In a moment all three were carried down- stream, and the rider lay fiat on his horse, and tossed the hurdle clear from him, and made for the bend of smooth water. They landed, some thirty or forty yards lower, in the midst of our kitchen-garden, where the winter-cabbage was; but though Annie and I crept in through the hedge, and were full of our thanks, and admiring him, he would answer us never a word, until he had spoken in full to the mare, as if explaining the whole to her. "Sweetheart, I know thou could'st have leaped it," he said, as he patted her cheek, being on the ground by this time, and she was nudging up to him, with the water pattering off from her; "but I had good reason, Winnie dear, for making thee go throusfh it." m LOBNA BOONE. She answered him kindly with her soft eyes, and sniffed at him very lovingly, and they understood one another. Then he took from his waistcoat two pepper-corns, and made the old drake swallow them, and tried him softly npon his legs, where the leading gap in the hedge Avas. Old Tom stood up quite bravely, and clapped his wings, and shook off the wet from his tail-feathers ; and then away into the court-yard, and his family gathered around him, and they all made a noise in their throats, and stood up, and put their bills together, to thank God for this great deliverance. Having taken all this trouble, and watched the end of that adventure, the gentleman turned round to us, with a pleasant smile on his face, as if he were lightly amused with himself; and we came up and looked at him. He was rather short, about John Ery^s height, or may be a little taller, but very strongly built and springy, as his gait at every step showed plainly, although his legs were bowed with much riding, and he looked as if he lived on horseback. To a boy like me he seemed very old, being over twenty, and well-found in beard; but he was not more than four-and-twenty, fresh and ruddy- looking, with a short nose, and keen blue eyes, and a merry waggish jerk about him, as if the world were not in. earnest. Yet he had a sharp, stern way, like the crack of a pistol, if anything misliked him ; and we knew (for children see sucli things) that it was safer to tickle than tackle him. "Well, young uns, what be gaping at?" He gave i:>retty Annie a chuck on the chin, and took me all in without winking. "Your mare," said I, standing stoutly up, being a tall boy now ; " I never saw such a beauty, sir. Will jow let me have a ride of her? " "Think thou couldst ride her, lad? She will have no bur- den but mine. Thou couldst never ride. her. Tut! I would be loth to kill thee." " Eide her ! " I cried with the bravest scorn, for she looked so kind and gentle; "there never was horse upon Exmoor foaled, but I could tackle in half-an-hour. Only I never ride upon saddle. Take them leathers off of her." He looked at me, with a dry little whistle, and thrust his hands into his breeches-pockets, and so grinned that I could not stand it. And Annie laid hold of me, in such a way, that I was almost mad Avith her. And he laughed, and approved her for doing so. And the worst of all was — he said nothing. " Get away, Annie, will you? Do you think I am a fool, good sir? Only trust me with her, and I will not over-ride her." A BRAVE JRESCUE AND A ROUGH BIDE. 67 " For that I will go bail, my son. She is liker to over-ride thee. But the ground is soft to fall upon, after all this rain. Now come out into the yard, j^oung man, for the sake of your mother's cabbages. And the mellow straw-bed will be softer for thee, since pride must have its fall. I am thy mother's cousin, boy, and am going up to house. Tom Faggus is my name, as everybody knows; and this is my young mare, AVinnie." What a fool I must have been not to knoAv it at once ! Tom Faggus, the great highwayman, and his young blood-uiare, the strawberry! Already her fame was noised abroad, nearly as much as her master's ; and my longing to ride her grew tenfold, but fear came at the back of it. Not that I had the smallest fear of what the mare could do to me, by fair play and horse- trickery ; but that the glory of sitting upon her seemed to be too great for me; especially as there were rumors abroad that she was not a mare after all, but a witch. However, she looked like a filly all over, and wonderfully beautiful, with her supjDle stride, and soft slope of shoulder, and glossy coat beaded with water, and prominent eyes, full of love or of fire. Whether this came from her Eastern blood of the Arabs newly imported, and Avhether the cream-color, mixed with our bay, led to that bright strawberry tint, is certainly more than I can decide, being chiefly acquainted with farm-horses. And these come of ^nj^ color and form; you never can count what they will be, and are lucky to get four legs to them. Mr. Faggus gave his mare a wink, and she walked demurely after him, a bright young thing, flowing over with life, yet dropping her soul to a higher one, and led by love to anything ; as the manner is of females, when they know Avhat is the best for them. Then Winnie trod lightly upon the straw, because it had soft muck under it, and her delicate feet came back again. " Up for it still, boy, be ye? " Tom Faggus stopped, and the mare stopped there ; and they looked at me provokingly. "Is she able to leap, sir? There is good take-off on this side of the brook." Mr. Faggus laughed very quietly, turning round to Winnie, so that she might enter into it. And she, for her part, seemed to know exactly where the joke was. " Good tumble-off, you mean, my boy. Well there can be small harm to thee. I am akin to thy family, and know the substance of their skulls." " Let me get up, " said I, waxing wroth, for reasons I cannot tell you, because they are too manifold; "take off' your saddle- 68 LOBNA nOONE. bag things. I will try not to squeeze her ribs in, unless she plays nonsense with me." Then Mr. Faggus was up on his mettle, at this proud speech of mine ; and John Fry was running up all the while, and Bill Dadds, and a half a dozen. Tom Faggus gave one glance around, and then dropped all regard for me. The high repute of his mare was at stake, and what was my life compared to it? Through my defiance, and stupid ways, here was I in a duello, and my legs not come to their strength yet, and my arms as limp as a herring. Something of this occurred to him, eveti in his wrath with me, for he spoke very softly to the filly, who now could scarce subdue herself; but she drew in her nostrils, and breathed to his breath, and did all she could to answer him. "Not too hard, my dear," he said; ''let him gently down on the mixen. That will be quite enough." Then he turned the saddle off, and I was up in a moment. She began at first so easily, and pricked her ears so lovingly, and minced about as if pleased to find so light a weight on her, that I thought she knew I could ride a little, and feared to show any capers. " Gee wugg, Polly ! " cried I, for all the men were now looking on, being then at the leaving-off time ; " Gee wugg, Polly, and show what thou be'est made of." With that I plugged my heels into her, and Billy Dadds flung his hat up. Nevertheless, she outraged not, though her eyes were fright- ening Annie, and John Fry took a pick to keep him safe; but she curbed to and fro, with her strong fore -arms rising, like springs ingathered, waiting and quivering grievously, and beginning to sweat about it. Then her master gave a shrill clear whistle, when her ears were bent towards him, and I felt her form beneath me gathering up like whalebone, and her hind-legs coming under her, and I knew that I was in for it. First she reared upright in the air, and struck me full on the nose with her comb, till I bled worse than Eobin Snell made me ; and then down with her fore-feet deep in the straw, and her hind-feet going to heaven. Finding me stick to her still like wax (for my mettle was up as hers was), away she flew with me, swifter than ever I went before, or since, I trow. She drove full-head at the cobwall — "oh. Jack, slip off," screamed Annie — then she turned like light, when I thought to crush her, and ground my left knee against it. " Mux me; " I cried, for my breeches were broken, and short words went the furthest — " if you kill me, you shall die with me." Then she took the court-yard gate at a leap, knocking mj v^ords t She leaped the wide water-trough sideways across, to and fro, TILL NO BREATH WAS LEFT IN ME." — Vol. I. p. 69. TOJf DESEIiVES UTS SUPPEP,. 69 between my teeth, and then right over a quickset hedge, as if the sky were a breath to her; and away for the water-meadows, while I lay on her neck like a child at the breast, and wished I had never been born. Straight away, all in the front of the wind, and scattering clouds around her, all I knew of the speed we made was the frightful flash of her shoulders, and her mane like trees in a tempest. I felt the earth under us rushing away, and the air left far behind us, and my breath came and went, and I prayed to God, and was sorry to be so late of it. All the long swift while, without power of thought, I clung to her crest and shoulders, and dug my nails into her creases, and my toes into her flank-part, and was i^roud of holding on so long, though sure of being beaten. Then in her fury at feel- ing me still, she rushed at another device for it, and leaped the wide water-trough sideways across, to and fro, till no breath was left in me. The hazel-boughs took me too hard in the face, and the tall dog-briars got hold of me, and the ache of my back was like crimping a fish; till I longed to give up, and lay thoroughly beaten, and lie there and die in the cresses. But there came a shrill whistle from up the home-hill, where the people had hurried to watch us ; and the mare stopped as if with a bullet; then set off for home with the speed of a swallow, and going as smoothly and silently. I never had dreamed of such delicate motion, fluent, and graceful, and ambient, soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers, but swift as the summer lightning. I sat up again, but my strength was all spent, and no time left to recover it; and at last, as she rose at our gate like a bird, I tumbled off into the mixen. CHAPTEK XI. TOM DESERVES HIS SUPPER. "Well done, lad," Mr. Faggus said, good naturedly; for all Avere now gathered round me, as I rose from the ground some- wliat tottering, and miry, and crestfallen, but otherwise none the worse (having fallen upon my head, Avhich is of uncommon substance) ; nevertheless John Fry was laughing, so that I longed to clout his ears for him ; " Not at all bad work, my boy ; we may teach you to ride by and by, I see ; I thought not to see you stick on so long " " I should have stuck on much longer, sir, if her sides had not been wet. She was so slipper}- " 70 LORNA DOONE. " Boy, thou art right. She hath given many the slip. Ha, ha! Vex not, Jack, that I laugh at thee. She is like a sweet- heart to me, and better than any of them be. It would have gone to my heart, if thou hadst conquered. None but I can ride my Winnie mare." "Foul shame to thee then, Tom Faggus," cried mother, com- ing up suddenly, and speaking so that all were amazed, having never seen her wrathful; ''to put my boy, my bo}^, across her, as if his life were no more than thine ! The only son of his father, an honest man, and a quiet man, not a roystering drunken robber! A man would have taken thy mad horse and thee, and flung them both into horse-pond — ay, and what's more I'll have it done now, if a hair of his head is injured. Oh, my boy, my boy! What could I do without thee? Put up the other arm, Johnny." All the time mother was scolding so, she was feeling me, and wiping me ; while Faggus tried to look greatly ashamed, having sense of the ways of women. " Only look at his jacket, mother ! " cried Annie ; " and a shillingsworth gone from his small-clothes! " " What care I for his clothes, thou goose? Take that, and heed thine own a bit." And mother gave Annie a slap which sent her swinging up against Mr. Faggus, and he caught her, and kissed, and protected her; and she looked at him very nicely, with great tears in her soft blue eyes. " Oh, fie upon thee, fie upon thee ! " cried mother (being jQt more vexed with him, because she had beaten Annie) ; " After all we have done for thee, and saved thy worthless neck — and to try to kill my son for me ! Never more shall horse of thine enter stable here, since these be thy returns to me. Small thanks to you, John Fry, I say, and you Bill Dadds, and you Jem Sloconib, and all the rest of your coward lot; much you care for your master's son! Afraid of that ugly beast yourselves, and you put a boy just breeched upon him ! " " Wull, missus, what could us do? " began John ; " Jan wudd goo,, now wudd't her, Jem? And how was us " " Jan indeed ! Master John, if you please, to a lad of his years and stature. And now Tom Faggus, be off, if you please, and think yourself lucky to go so ; and if ever that horse comes into our yard, I'll hamstring him myself, if none of my cowards dare do it." Everybody looked at mother, to hear her talk like that, know- ing how quiet she was, day l3y day, and how pleasant to be cheated. And the men began to shoulder their shovels, both so as to be away from her, and to go and tell their wives of it. TOM UESEIiVE::^ II IS SUFFEB. 71 Winnie too was looking at her, being pointed at so much, and wondering if she had done amiss. And then she came to me, and trembled, and stooped her head, and asked my pardon, if she had been too proud with me. "Winnie shall stop here to-night," said I, for Tom Faggus still said never a word all the while; but began to buckle his things on, for he knew that women are to be met with wool, as the cannon-balls were at the siege of Tiverton Castle; "mother, I tell you, Winnie shall stop; else I will go away with her. I never knew what it was, till now, to ride a horse worth riding." "Young man," said Tom Faggus, still preparing sternly to depart, "you know more about a horse than any man on Exmoor. Your mother may well be proud of you, but she need have had np fear. As if I, Tom Faggus, your father's cousin — and the only thing I am proud of — would ever have let you mount my mare, which dukes and princes have vainly sought, except for the courage in your eyes, and the look of your father about you. I knew you could ride when I saw you, and rarely you have conquered. But women care not to understand us. Good-bye, John; I am proud of you, and I hoped to have done you pleasure. And indeed, I came full of some courtly tales, that would have made your hair stand up. But though not a crust I have tasted since this time yesterday, having given my meat to a widow, I will go and starve on the moor, far sooner than eat the best supper that ever was cooked, in a x^lace that has forgotten me." With that he fetched a heavy sigh, as if it had been for my father; and feebly got upon Winnie's back, and she came to say farewell to me. He lifted his hat to my mother, with a glance of sor- row, but never a word; and to me he said, "Open the gate, Cousin John, if you please. You have beaten her so, that she cannot leap it, poor thing." But before he was truly gone out of our yard, my mother came softly after him, with her afternoon apron across her eyes, and one hand ready to offer him. Nevertheless he made as if he had not seen her, though he let his horse go slowly. "Stop, Cousin Tom," my mother said, "a word with you, before you go." " Why, bless my heart ! " Tom Faggus cried, with the form of his countenance so changed, that I verily thought another man must have leaped into his clothes — "do I see my Cousin Sarah? I thought every one was ashamed of me, and afraid to offer me shelter, since I lost my best cousin, John Eidd. ' Come 72 LORN A BOONE. here/ he used to say, 'Tom, come here, when you are worried, and my wife shall take good care of you.' 'Yes, dear John,' I used to answer, 'I know she promised my mother so; but people have taken to think against me, and so might Cousin Sarah. ' Ah, he was a man, a man ! If you only heard how he answered me. But let that go, I am nothing now, since the day I lost Cousin Eidd." And with that he began to push on again; but mother would not have it so. " Oh, Tom, that was a loss indeed. And I am nothing either. And you should try to allow for me ; though I never found any one that did." And mother began to cry, though father had been dead so long; and I looked on with a stupid surprise, having stopped from crying long ago. "I can tell you one that will," cried Tom, jumping off Win- nie, in a trice, and looking kindly at mother;^"! can allow for you, Cousin Sarah, in everything but one. 1 am in some ways a bad man myself; but I know the value of a good one; and if you gave me orders,. by God" And he shook his fists to- wards Bagworthy Wood, just heaving up black in the sundown. "Hush, Tom, hush, for God's sake!" And mother meant me, without pointing at me ; or at least I thought she did. For she ever had weaned me from thoughts of revenge, and even from longings for judgment. "God knows best, boy," she used to say, "let us wait His time, without wishing it." And so, to tell the truth, I did; partly through her teaching, and partly through my own mild temper, and my knowledge that father, after all, was killed because he had thrashed them. " Goodnight, Cousin Sarah; good night, Cousin Jack; " cried Tom, taking to the mare again ; " many a mile I have to ride, and not a bit inside of me. No food or shelter, this side of Exeford, and the night will be black as pitch, I trow. But it serves me right for indulging the lad, being taken with his looks so." "Cousin Tom," said mother, and trying to get so that Annie and I could not hear her ; "it would be a sad and unkinlike thing, for you to despise our dwelling-house. We cannot enter- tain you, as the lordly inns on the road do ; and we have small change of victuals. But the men will go home, being Satur- day; and so you will have the fireside all to yourself and the children. There are some few collops of red deer's flesh, and a ham just down from the chimney, and some dried salmon from Lynmouth weir, and cold roast-pig, and some oysters. And if none of those be to your liking, we could roast two wood- cocks in half an hour, and Annie would make the toast for TOM DESERVES HIS SUPPER. 73 them. And the good folk made some mistake last week, going up the country, and left a keg of old Holland cordial in the coving of the wood-rick, having borrowed our Smiler, without asking leave. I fear there is something unrighteous about it. But what can a poor widow do? John Fry would have taken it, but for our Jack. Our Jack was a little too sharp for him." Ay, that I was ; John Fry had got it, like a billet under his apron, going away in the gray of the morning, as if to kindle his fireplace. "AVhy, John," I said, ''what a heavy log! Let me have one end of it." "Thank'e, Jan, no need of thiccy," he answered, turning his back to me; "waife wanteth a log as will last all day, to kape the crock a zimmerin." And he banged his gate upon my heels, to make me stop and rub them. "Why, John, "said I, "you'm got a log with round holes in the end of it. Who has been cutting gun-wads? Just lift your apron, or I will." But, to return to Tom Faggus — he stopped to sup that night with us, and took a little of everything; a few oysters first, and then dried salmon, and then ham and eggs, done in small curled rashers, and then a few collops of venison toasted, and next to that a little cold roast-pig, and a woodcock on toast to finish with, before the Schiedam and hot water. And having changed his wet things first, he seemed to be in fair appetite, and praised Annie's cooking mightily, with a relishing noise like a smack of his lips, and a rubbing of his hands together, whenever he could spare them. He had gotten John Fry's best small-clothes on, for he said he Avas not good enough to go into my father's (which mother kept to look at), nor man enough to fill them. And in truth, my mother was very glad that he refused, when I offered them. But John was over-proud to have it in his power to say, that such a famous man had ever dwelt in any clothes of his ; and afterwards he made show of them. For Mr. Faggus' glory, then, though not so great as now it is, was spreading very fast indeed all about our neighborhood, and even as far as Bridge- water. Tom Faggus was a jovial soul, if ever there has been one; not making bones of little things, nor caring to seek evil. There was about him such a love of genuine human nature, that if a traveller said a good thing, he would give him back his purse again. It is true that he took people's money, more by force than fraud; and the law (being used to the other course) was bitterly moved against him, although he could quote precedent, these things I do not understand; having 74 LORN A BOONE. seen so mucli of robbery (some legal, some illegal), that I scarcely know, as here we say, one crow's foot from the other. It is beyond me, and above me, to discuss these subjects ; and in truth I love the law right well, when it doth support me, and when I can lay it down to my liking, with power to sup- port it. Loyal, too, to the King am I, as behoves Church- warden; and ready to make the best of him, as he generally requires. But after all, I could not see (until I grew much older, and came to have some property) why Tom Faggus, working hard, w^as called a robber, and felon of great; while the King, doing nothing at all (as became his dignity), was liege-lord, and paramount owner; Avith everybody to thank him kindly, for accepting tribute. For the present, however, I learned nothing more as to what our cousin's profession was; only that mother seemed frightened, and whispered to him now and then, not to talk of this or that, because of the children being there; where- upon he always nodded, with a sage expression, and applied himself to hoUands. " Now let us go and see Winnie, Jack, " he said to me after supper; "for the most part I feed her before myself; but she was so hot from the w^ay you drove her. jSTow she must be grieving for me, and I never let her grieve long." I was too glad to go Avith him, and Annie came slyly after us. Tlie tilly was walking to and fro, on the naked floor of the stable (for he would not let her have any straw, until he should make a bed for her), and without so much as a head- stall on, for he would not have her fastened. " Do you take my mare for a dog ? " he had said, when John Fry brought him a halter. And now she ran to him like a child, and her great eyes shone at the lanthorn. " Hit me, Jack, and see what she will do. I will not let her hurt thee." He was rubbing her ears, all the time he spoke, and she was leaning against him. Then I made believe to strike him, and in a moment she caught me by the waist- band, and lifted me clean from the ground, and was casting me down to trample upon me, when he stopped her suddenly. " What think you of that, boy ? Have you horse, or dog, that would do that for you ? Ay, and more than that she will do. If I were to whistle, by and by, in the tone that tells my danger, she would break this stable-door down, and rush into the room to me. Nothing will keep her from me then, stone-wall, or church-tower. Ah, Winnie, Winnie, you little witch, we shall die together." rOM DESERVES HIS SUPPER. 75 Then he turned away with a joke, and began to feed her nicely, for she was very dainty. Not a husk of oat would she touch, that had been under the breath of another horse, how- ever hungry she might be. And with her oats he mixed some powder, fetching it from his saddle-bags. What this was I could not guess, neither Avould he tell me ; but laughed, and called it "star-shavings." He watched her eat every morsel of it, with two or three drinks of pure water ministered be- tween whiles; and then he made her bed, in a form I had never seen before, and so we said " good niglit " to her. Afterwards by the fireside, he kept us very merry, sitting in the great chimney-corner, and making us play games with him. And all the while, he was smoking tobacco, in a manner I never had seen before, not using any pipe for it, but having it rolled in little sticks, about as long as my finger, blunt at one end, and sharp at the other. The sharp end he would put in his mouth, and lay a brand of wood to the other, and then draw a white cloud of curling smoke ; and we never tired of watching him. I wanted him to let me do it, but he said, "No, my son; it is not meant for boys." Then Annie put up her lips, and asked, with both hands on his knees (for she had taken to him wonderfully), " Is it meant for girls then, cousin Tom ? " But she had better not have asked, for he gave it her to try, and she shut both eyes, and sucked at it. One breath however was quite enough, for it made her cough so violently, that Lizzie and I must thump her back, until she was almost crying. To atone for that, cousin Tom set to, and told us whole pages of stories, not about his own doings at all; but strangely enough they seemed to concern almost every one else we had ever heard of. Without halting once for a word or a deed, his tales flowed onward as freely and brightly as the flames of the wood up the chimney, and with no smaller variety. For he spoke with the voices of twenty people, giving each person the proper manner, and the proper place to speak from; so that Annie and Lizzie ran all about, and searched the clock and the linen-press. And he changed his face every moment so, and with such power of mimicry, that without so much as a smile of his own, he made even mother laugh so that she broke her new tenpenny waist- band; and as for us children, we rolled on the floor, and Betty Mux worthy roared in the wash up. 76 LOBNA DOONE. CHAPTEE XII. A MAN JUSTLY POPULAR. Now although Mr. Faggus was so clever, and generous, and celebrated, I know not whether, upon the whole, we were rather proud of him as a member of our family, or inclined to be ashamed of him. And indeed I think that the SAvay of the balance hung upon the company Ave were in. For instance, with the boys at Brendon — for there is no village at Oare — I was exceeding proud to talk of him, and would freely brag of my Cousin Tom. But with the rich parsons of the neigh- borhood, or the justices (who came round now and then, and were glad to ride up to a warm farm-house), or even the well- to-do tradesmen of Porlock — in a word, any settled power, which was afraid of losing things — with all of these we were very shy of claiming our kinship to that great outlaw. Our place was to comfort rather than condemn him, though our ways in the world were so different, knowing as we did his story; which knowledge, methinks, would often lead us to let alone God's prerogative — judgment, and hold by man's privilege — pity. Not that I would find excuse for Tom's downright dishonesty, which was beyond doubt a disgrace to him, and no credit to his kinsfolk; only that it came about without his meaning any harm, or seeing how he took to wrong; yet gradually increasing it. And now, to save any further trouble, and to meet those who disparage him (with- out allowance for the time, or the crosses laid upon him), I will tell the history of him, just as if he were not my cousin, and hoping to be heeded. And I defy any man to say that a word of this is either false, or in any way colored by family. Much cause he had to be harsh with the world; and yet all acknowledged him very pleasant, when a man gave up his money. And often and often he paid the toll for the carriage coming after him, because he had emptied their pockets, and would not add inconvenience. By trade he had been a black- smith, in the town of Northmolton, in Devonshire, a rough rude place at the end of Exmoor; so that many people mar- velled if such a man was bred there. Not only could he read and write, but lie had solid substance; apiece of land worth a hundred pounds, and right of common for two hundred sheep, and a score-and-a-half of beasts, lifting up or lying A MAN JUSTLY POPULAR. 77 clown. And being left an orphan (with all these cares upon him) he began to Avork right early, and made such a fame at the shoeing of horses, that the farriers of Barum were like to lose their custom. And indeed he won a golden Jacobus, for the best-shod nag in the north of Devon, and some say that he never was forgiven. As to that I know no more, except that men are jealous. But whether it were that, or not, he fell into bitter trouble within a month of his victory; when his trade was growing upon him, and his sweetheart ready to marry him. For he loved a maid of Southmolton (a currier's daughter I think she was, and her name was Betsy Faramore), and her father had given consent; and Tom Faggus, wishing to look his best, and be clean of course, had a tailor at work upstairs for him, who had come all the way from Exeter. And Betsy's things were read}^ too — for which they accused him afterwards, as if he could help that — when suddenly, like a thunderbolt, a law- yer's writ fell upon him. This was the beginning of a law-suit with Sir Robert Bampfylde, a gentleman of the neighborhood, who tried to oust him from his common, and drove his cattle, and harassed them. And by that suit of law poor Tom was ruined alto- gether, for Sir Eobert could pay for much swearing; and then all his goods and his farm were sold up, and even his smith - ery taken. But he saddled his horse, before they could catch him, and rode away to Southmolton, looking more like a mad- man than a good farrier, as the people said Avho saw him. But when he arrived there, instead of comfort, they showed him the face of the door alone ; for the news of his loss was before him, and jMaster Faramore was a sound prudent man, and a high member of the town-council. It is said that they even gave him notice to pay for Betsy's wedding-clothes, now that he was too poor to marry her. This may be false, and indeed I doubt it ; in the first place, because Southmolton is a busy place for talking; and in the next, that I do not think the action would have lain at law, especially as the maid lost nothing, but used it all for her wedding next month with Dick Vellacott, of Mockham. All this was very sore upon Tom ; and he took it to heart so grievously, that he said, as a better man might have said, be- ing loose of mind and propert}', '' The world hath preyed on me, like a wolf. God help me now to prey on the world." And in sooth it did seem, for a while, as if Frovidence were with him; for he took rare toll on the highway, and his name 78 LOENA DOONE. was soon as good as gold anywhere this side of Bristowe. He studied his business by night and by day, with three horses all in hard work, until he had made a fine reputation; and then it was competent to him to rest, and he had plenty left for charity. And I ought to say for society too, for he truly loved high society, treating squires and noblemen (who much affected his company) to the very best fare of the hostel. And they say that once the King's justitiaries, being upon circuit, accepted his invitation, declaring merrily that if never true bill had been found against him, mine host should now be qualified to draw one. And so the landlords did; and he always paid them handsomely, so that all of them were kind to him, and contended for his visits. Let it be known in any township that Mr. Faggus was taking his leisure at the inn, and straightAvay all the men flocked thither to drink his health without outlay, and all the women to admire him; while the children were set at the cross-roads to give warning of any ofiicers. One of his earliest meetings was with Sir Kobert Bamp- fylde himself, who was riding along the Barum road, with only one serving-man after him. Tom Faggus put a pistol to his head, being then obliged to be violent, through want of reputation; while the serving-man pretended to be a long way round the corner. Then the baronet pulled out his purse, quite trembling in the hurry of his j)oliteness. Tom took the purse, and his ring, and time-piece, and then handed them l3ack with a very low bow, saying that it was against all usage for him to rob a robber. Then he turned to the unfaithful knave, and trounced him right well for his cowardice, and stripped him of all his property. But now Mr. Faggus kept only one horse, lest the Govern- ment should steai them; and that one was the young mare Winnie. How he came by her he never would tell, but I think that she was presented to him by a certain Colonel, a lover of sport, and very clever in horse-flesh, whose life Tom had saved from some gamblers. When I have added that Faggus as yet had never been guilty of bloodshed (for his eyes, and the click of his pistol at first, and now his high reputa- tion made all his wishes respected), and that he never robbed a poor man, neither insulted a woman, but was very good to the Church, and of hot patriotic opinions, and full of jest and jollity, I have said as much as is fair for him, and sliown why he was so popular. Everybody cursed the Doones, who lived apart disdainfully. But all good x)eople liked Mr. Faggus — A MAN JUSTLY POPULAR. V9 when he had not robbed them — and many a poor sick man or woman blessed him for other people's money; and all the hostlers, stable-boys, and tapsters entirely worshipped him. I have been rather long, and perhaps tedions, in my account of him, lest at any time hereafter his character should be mis- understood, and his good name disparaged; whereas he was my second cousin, and the lover of my but let that bide. 'Tis a thing that will show itself, by and by. He came again, about three months afterwards, in the begin- ning of the spring-time, and brought me a beautiful new car- bine, having learned my love of such things, and my great desire to shoot straight. But mother would not let me have the gun, until he averred upon his honor that he had bought it honestly. And so he had, no doubt, so far as it is honest to buy with money acquired rampantly. Scarce could I stop to make my bullets in the mould which came along with it, but must be off to the Quarry hill, and new target I had made there. And he taught me then how to ride bright Winuie, who was grown since I had seen her, but remembered me most kindly. After making much of Annie, who had a wondrous liking for him — and he said he was her godfather, but God knows how he could have been, unless they confirmed him precociously — away he went, and young Winnie's sides shone like a cherry by candlelight. Xow I feel that of those boyish days I have little more to tell, because everything went quietly, as the world for the most part does with us. I began to Avork at the farm in ear- nest, and tried to help my mother; and when I remembered Lorna Doone, it seemed no more than the thought of a dream, which I could hardly call to mind. Xow who cares to know, how many bushels of wheat we grew to the acre, or how the cattle milched till we ate them, or Avhat the turn of the sea- sons was ? But my stupid self seemed like to be the biggest of all the cattle; for having much to look after the sheep, and being always in kind appetite, I grew four inches longer in every year of my farming, and a matter of two inches wider; until there was no man of my size to be seen elsewhere upon Exmoor. Let that pass : what odds to any, how tall or wide I be ? There is no Doone's door at Plover's Barrows, and if there were I could never go through it. They vexed me so much about my size, long before I had completed it, girding at me with paltry jokes whose wit was good only to stay at home, that I grew shame-faced about the matter, and feared to encounter a looking-glass. But mother was very proud, and said she never could have too nmeli of me. 80 LOBNA LOONE. The worst of all to make me ashamed of bearing my head so high — a thing I saw no way to help, for I never could hang my chin down, and my back was like a gate-post when- ever I tried to bend it — the worst of all was our little Eliza, who never could come to a size herself, though she had the wine from the Sacrament, at Easter and All-hallowmas, only to be small and skinny, sharp, and clever crookedly. Not that her body was out of the straight (being too small for that per- haps), but that her wit was full of corners, jagged, and strange and uncomfortable. You never could tell what she might say next : and I like not that kind of woman. Now God forgive me for talking so of my own father's daughter; and so much the more by reason that my father could not help it. The right way is to face the matter, and then be sorry for every one. My mother fell grievously on a slide, which John Fry had made nigh the apple-room door, and hidden with straw from the stable, to cover his own great idleness. My father laid John's nose on the ice, and kept him warm in spite of it; but it was too late for Eliza. She was born next day, with more mind than body — the worst thing that can befall a man. But Annie, my other sister, was now a fine fair girl, beau- tiful to behold. I could look at her by the fireside, for an hour together, when I was not too sleepy, and think of my dear father. And she would dp the same thing by me, only wait the between of the blazes. Her hair was done up in a knot behind, but some would fall over her shoulders ; and the dancing of the light was sweet to see through a man's eye- lashes. There never was a face that showed the light or the shadow of feeling, as if the heart were sun to it, more than our dear Annie's did. To look at her carefully, you might think that she was not dwelling on anything; and then she would know you were looking at her, and those eyes would tell all about it. God knows that I try to be simple enough to keep to His meaning in me, and not make the worst of His children. Yet often have I been put to shame, and ready to bite my tongue off. after speaking amiss of anybody, and let- ting out my littleness, when suddenly mine eyes have met the pure soft gaze of Annie. As for the Doones, they were thriving still, and no one to come against them ; except indeed by word of mouth, to which they lent no heed whatever. Complaints were made from time to time, both in high and low quarters (as the rank might be of the people robbed), and once or twice in the highest of all, to wit, the King himself. But His Majesty made a good joke A MAN JUSTLY POP U LAB. 81 about it (not meaning any harm, I clonbt), and Avas so much pleased with himself thereupon that he quite forgave the mis- chief. Moreover, the main authorities were a long way off; and the Chancellor had no cattle on Exmoor; and as for my lord the Chief Justice, some rogue had taken his silver spoons ; whereupon his lordship swore that never another man would he hang, until he had that one by the neck. Therefore the Doones went on as they listed, and none saw fit to meddle with them. For the only man who would have dared to come to close quarters with them, that is to say Tom Faggus, him- self was a quarry for the law, if ever it should be unhooded. Moreover he had transferred his business to the neighborhood of Wantage, in the county of Berks, where he found the cli- mate dryer, also good downs, and commons excellent for gal- loping, and richer yeomen than ours be, and better roads to rob them on. Some folk, who had wiser attended to their own affairs, said ''that I (being sizeable now, and able to shoot not badly) ought to do something against those Doones, and show what I was made of. But for a time I was very bashful, shaking when called upon suddenly, and blushing as deep as a maiden; for my strength was not come upon me, and mayhap I had grown in front of it. And again, though I loved my father still, and would fire at a word about him, I saw not how it would do him good for me to harm his injurers. Some races are of revengeful kind, and will for years pursue their wrong, and sacrifice this world and the next, for a moment's foul satisfac- tion; but methinks this comes of some black blood, perverted and never purified. And I doubt but men of true English birth are stouter than so to be twisted, though some of the women may take that turn, if their own life runs unkindly. Let that pass — I am never good at talking of things beyond me. All I know is, that if I had met the Doone who had killed my father, I would gladly have thrashed him black and blue, supposing I were able ; but would never have fired a gun at him, unless he began that game with me, or fell upon more of my family, or were violent among women. And to do them justice, my mother and Annie were equally kind and gentle ; but Eliza would flame, and grow white with contempt, and not trust herself to speak to us. Now a strange thing came to pass that winter, when I was twenty-one years old, a very strange thing, which affrighted the rest, and made me feel uncomfortable. Not that there was anything in it, to do harm to any one, only that none VOL. I. — 6 82 LORNA BOONE. could explain it, except by attributing it to the devil. The weather was very mild and open, and scarcely any snow fell; at any rate none lay on the ground, even for an hour, in the highest part of Exmoor ; a thing which I knew not before nor since, as long as I can remember. But the nights were won- derfully dark, as though with no stars in the heaven; and all day long the mists were rolling upon the hills and down them, as if the whole land were a wash-house. The moor- land was full of snipes and teal, and curlews flying and cry- ing, and lapwings flapping heavily, and ravens hovering round dead sheep; yet no redshanks, nor dottrell, and scarce any golden plovers (of which we have great store generally), but vast lonely birds, that cried at night, and moved the whole air with their pinions; yet no man ever saw them. It was dismal, as well as dangerous now, for any man to go fowling (which of late I loved much in the winter), because the fog would come down so thick that the pan of the gun was reek- ing, and the fowl out of sight ere the powder kindled, and"' then the sound of the piece was so dead, that the shooter feared harm, and glanced over his shoulder. But the danger was far less in this, than in losing of the track, and falling into the mire, or over the brim of a precipice. Nevertheless I must needs go out, being young and very stupid, and feared of being afraid; a fear which a wise man has long cast by, having learned of the manifold dangers which ever and ever encompass us. And beside this folly and wildness of youth, perchance there was something, I know not what, of the joy we have in uncertainty. Mother, in fear of my missing home — though for that matter, I could smell supper, when hungry, through a hundred landyards of fog, — my dear mother, who thought of me ten times for one thought about herself, gave orders to ring the great sheep-bell, which hung above the pigeon-cote, every ten minutes of the day ; and the sound came through the plaits of fog, and I was vexed about it, like the letters of a copy-book. It reminded me, too, of Blundell's bell, and the grief to go into school again. But during those two months of fog (for we had it all the winter), the saddest and the heaviest thing was to stand beside the sea. To be upon the beach yourself, and see the long waves coming in; to know that they are long waves, but only see a piece of them ; and to hear them lifting roundly, swell- ing over smooth green rocks, plashing down in the hollow corners, but bearing on all the same as ever, soft and sleek and sorrowful, till their little noise is over. A MAN JUSTLY POPULAR. 83 One old man who lived at Lyninoutli, seeking to be buried there, having been more than half over the world, though shy to speak about it, and fain to come home to his birth-place, this old Will Watcombe (who dwelt by the water) said that our strange winter arose from a thing he called the "Gulf- stream " rushing up channel suddenly. He said it was hot water, almost fit for a man to shave with, and it threw all our cold water out, and ruined the fish and the spawning-time, and a cold spring would come after it. I was fond of going to Lynmouth on Sunday, to hear this old man talk, for some- times he would discourse with me, when nobody else could move him. He told me that this powerful flood set in upon our coast so hard, sometimes once in ten years, and some- times not for fifty, and the Lord only knew the sense of it ; but that when it came, therewith came warmth, and clouds, and fog, and moisture, and nuts, and fruit, and even shells; and all the tides were thrown abroad. As for nuts he winked awhile, and chewed a piece of tobacco; yet did I not compre- hend him. Only afterwards I heard that nuts with liquid kernels came, travelling on the Gulf-stream; for never before was known so much foreign cordial landed upon our coast, floating ashore by mistake in the fog, and (what with the toss- ing and the mist) too much astray to learn its duty. Folk, Avho are ever too prone to talk, said that Will Wat- combe himself knew better than any body else, about this drift of the Gulf-stream, and the places where it would come ashore, and the cave that took the indraught. But De Whichehalse, our great magistrate, certified that there was no proof of unlawful importation; neither good cause to suspect it, at a time ^ of Christian charity. And we knew that it was a foul thing for some quarrymen to say, that night after night they had been digging a new cellar at Ley Manor to hold the little marks of respect found in the caverns at high-water weed. Let that be : it is none of my business to speak evil of digni- ties; only we common people joked of the "Gulp-stream," as we called it. But the thing which astonished and frightened us so, was not, I do assure you, the landing of foreign spirits, nor the loom of a lugger at twilight in the gloom of the winter moon- rise. That which made us crouch in by the fire, or draw the bed-clothes over us, and try to think of something else, was a strange mysterious sound. At gray of night, when the sun was gone, and no red in the west remained, neither were stars forthcoming, suddenly a 84 LOBNA BOONE. wailing voice rose along the valleys, and a sound in the air, as of people running. It mattered not whether you stood on the moor, or crouched behind rocks away from it, or down among reedy places; all as one the sound would come, now from the heart of the earth beneath, noAV overhead bearing down on you. And then there was rushing of something by, and melancholy laughter, and the hair of a man would stand on end, before he could reason properly. God, in His mercy, knows that I am stupid enough for any man, and very slow of impression, nor ever could bring myself to believe that our Father would let the evil one get the upper hand of us. But when I had heard that sound three times, in the lonely gloom of the evening fog, and the hush that fol- lowed, the lines of air, I was loth to go abroad by night, even so far as the stables, and loved the light of a candle more, and the glow of a fire with company. There were divers stories about it, told all over the breadth of the moorland. But those who had heard it most often declared that it must be the wail of a woman's voice, and the rustle of robes fleeing horribly, and fiends in the fog going after her. To that however I paid no heed, when any body was with me ; only we drew more close together, and barred the doors at sunset. CHAPTER XIII. MASTER HUCKABACK COMES IN. Mr. Eeuben Huckaback, whom many good folk in Dulver- ton will remember long after my time, was my mother's uncle, being indeed her mother's brother. He owned the very best shop in the town, and did a fine trade in soft ware, especially when the pack-horses came safely in at Christmas-time. And we being now his only kindred (except indeed his grand- daughter, little Ruth Huckaback, of whom no one took any heed), mother beheld it a Christian duty to keep as well as could be with him, both for love of a nice old man, and for the sake of her children. And truly, the Dulverton people said that he was the richest man in their town, and could buy up half the county armigers ; ay, and if it came to that, they would like to see any man, at Bampton, or at Wivelscombe, and you might say almost Taunton, who could put down golden Jacobus and Carolus against him. MASTER HUCKABACK COMES IN. 85 Now this old gentleman — so they called him, according to his money; and I have seen many worse ones, more violent and less wealthy — he must needs come away that time to spend the Xew Year-tide with us ; not that he wanted to do it (for he hated country life), but because my mother pressing, as mothers will do to a good bag of gold, had wrung a prom- ise from him; and the only boast of his life was, that never yet had he broken his word, at least since he opened business. Now it pleased G-od, that Christmas-time (in spite of all the fogs) to send safe home to Dulverton, and what was more, with their loads quite safe, a goodly string of pack-horses. Nearly half of their charge was for Uncle Reuben, and he knew how to make the most of it. Then, having balanced his debits and credits, and set the writs running against defaulters, as behoves a good Christian at Christmas-tide, he saddled his horse, and rode off towards Oare, with a warm stout coat upon him, leaving Ruth and his headman plenty to do, and little to eat, until they should see him again. It had been settled between us, that we should expect him soon after noon, on the last day of December. For the Doones being lazy and fond of bed, as the manner is of dishonest folk, the surest way to escape them was to travel before they were up and about, to wit, in the forenoon of the day. But herein we reckoned without our host : for being in high festivity, as became good Papists, the robbers were too lazy, it seems, to take the trouble of going to bed ; and forth they rode on the Old Year-morning, not with any view to business, but purely in search of mischief. We had put off our dinner till one o'clock (which to me was a sad foregoing), and there was to be a brave supper at six of the clock, upon New Year's-eve; and the singers to come with their lanthorns, and do it outside the parlor-window, and then have hot cup till their heads should go round, after making away with the victuals. For although there was nobody now in our family to be churchwarden of Oare, it was well admitted that we were the people entitled alone to that dignity; and though Nicholas Snowe was in office by name, he managed it only by mother's advice; and a pretty mess he made of it, so that every one longed for a Ridd again, soon as ever I should be old enough. — This Nicholas Snowe was to come in the even- ing, with his three tall comely daughters, strapping girls, and well skilled in the dairy ; and the story was all over the parish, on a stupid conceit of John Fry's, that I should have been in love with all three, if there had been but one of them. These 86 LORN A BOONE. Snowes were to come, and come tliey did, partly because Mr. Huckaback liked to see line young maidens, and partly because none but Nicholas Snowe could smoke a pipe yet all around our parts, except of the very high people, whom we durst never invite. And Uncle Ben, as we all knew well, was a great hand at his pipe, and would sit for hours over it, in our warm chimney-corner, and never want to say a word, unless it were inside him; only he liked to have somebody there over against him smoking. Now when I came in, before one o'clock, after seeing to the cattle — for the day was thicker than ever, and we must keep the cattle close at home, if we wished to see any more of them — I fully expected to find Uncle Ben sitting in the fireplace, lifting one cover and then another, as his favorite manner was, and making sweet mouths over them ; for he loved our bacon rarely, and they had no good leeks at Dulverton ; and he was a man who always would see his business done himself. But there instead of my finding him with- his quaint dry face pulled out at me, and then shut up sharp not to be cheated — who should run out but Betty Muxworthy, and poke me with a saucepan-lid. " Get out of that now, Betty," I said in my politest manner; for really Betty was now become a great domestic evil. She would have her own way so, and of all things the most distress- ful was for a man to try to reason with her. "Zider-press," cried Betty again, for she thought it a fine joke to call me that, because of my size, and my hatred of it; "here be a rare get up, anyhow." " A rare good dinner, you mean, Betty. Well, and I have a rare good appetite." With that I wanted to go and smell it, and not to stop for Betty. " Troost thee for thiccy, Jan Eidd. But thee must keep it bit langer, I rackon. Her baint coom. Master Zider-press. Whatt'e mak of that now? " " Do you mean to say that Uncle Ben has not arrived yet, Betty?" "Raived! I knaws nout about that, whuther a hath or noo. Only I tell 'e, her baint coom. Rackon them Dooneses hath gat 'un." And Betty, who hated Uncle Ben, because he never gave her a groat, and she was not allowed to dine with him, I am sorry to say that Betty Muxworthy grinned all across, and poked me again with the greasy saucepan-cover. But I, misliking so to be treated, strode through the kitchen indignantly, for Betty behaved to me even now. as if I were only Eliza. MASTER HUCKABACK COMES IN. 87 "Oh Johnny, Johnny," my mother cried, running out of the grand show-parlor, Avhere the case of stuffed birds was, and peacock feathers, and the white hare killed by grandfather: " I am so glad you are come at last. There is something sadly amiss, Johnny." Mother had upon her wrists something very wonderful, of the nature of fal-lal as we say, and for which she had an inborn turn, being of good draper family, and polished above the yeo- manry. Nevertheless I could never bear it, partly because I felt it to be out of place in our good farm-house, partly because I hate frippery, partly because it seemed to me to have noth- ing to do with father, and partly because I never could tell the reason of my hating it. And yet the poor soul had put them on, not to show her hands off (which were above her station), but simply for her children's sake, because Uncle Ben had given them. But another thing, I never could bear for man or woman to call me, "Johnny." "Jack," or "John," T cared not which-, and that was honest enough, and no smallness of me there, I say. "Well, mother, what is the matter, then?" " I am sure you need not be angry, Jolmny. I only hope it is nothing to grieve about, instead of being angry. You are very sweet-tempered, I know, John Eidd, and perhaps a little too sweet at times," — here she meant the Snowe girls, and I hanged my head — "but what would you say if the people there " — she never would call them " Doones " — " had gotten your poor Uncle Eeuben, horse, and Sunday coat, and all?" " Why, mother, I should be sorry for them. He would set up a shop by the river-side, and come away with all their money." " That all you have to say, John! And my dinner done to a very turn, and the supper all fit to go down, and no worry, only to eat and be done with it ! And all the new plates come from Watchett, with the Watchett blue upon them, at the risk of the lives of every body, and the capias from good Aunt Jane for stuffing a curlew with onion before he begins to get cold, and make a woodcock of him, and the way to turn the flap over in the inside of a roasting pig " " Well, mother dear, I am very sorry. But let us have our dinner. You know we promised not to wait for him after one o'clock; and you only make us hungry. Every thing will be spoiled, mother, and what a i)ity to think of! After that I will go to seek for him in tlie tliick of the fog, like a needle in a hay-band. That is to say, unless you think " — for she looked very grave about it — "unless you really think, mother, that I ouo'ht to go Avithout dinner." 88 LORNA DOONE. '^ Oh no, John, I never thought that, thank God ! Bless Him for my children's appetites ; and what is Uncle Ben to them? " So we made a very good dinner indeed, though wishing that he could have some of it, and Avondering how much to leave for him ; and then, as no sound of his horse had been heard, I set out with my gun to look for him. I followed the track on the side of the hill, from the farm- yard, where the sledd-marks are — for Ave have no Avheels upon Exmoor yet, nor ever shall, I suppose; though a dunder-headed man tried it last Avinter, and broke his axle piteoiisly, and Avas nigh to break his neck — and after that I Avent all along on the ridge of the rabbit-cleve, Avith the brook running thin in the bottom; and then doAvn to the Lynn -stream, and leaped it, and so up the hill and the moor beyond. The fog hung close all around me there, Avhen I turned the crest of the highland, and the gorse, both before and behind me, looked like a man crouch- ing doAvn in ambush. But still there was a good cloud of day- light, being scarce three of the clock yet, and when a lead of red deer came across, I could tell them from sheep even now. I Avas half inclined to shoot at them, for the children did love venison; but they drooped their heads so, and looked so faith- ful, that it seemed hard measure to do it. If one of them had bolted aAvay, no doubt I had let go at him. After that I kept on the track, trudging very stoutly, for nigh upon three miles, and my beard (now beginning to grow at some length) Avas full of great drops and prickly, whereat I Avas very proud. I had not so much as a dog Avith me, and the place Avas unkid and lonesome, and the rolling clouds very desolate; and noAV if a Avild sheep ran across, he Avas scared at me as an enemy ; and I for my part coilld not tell the meaning of the marks on him. We called all this part " Gibbet-moor," not being in our parish; but though there were gibbets enough upon it, most part of the bodies Avas gone, for the value of the chains, they said, and the teaching of young chirur- geons. But of all this I had little fear, being no more a school-boy now, but a youth Avell acquaint with Exmoor, and the wise art of the sign-posts, Avhereby a man, Avho barred the road, now leads us along it Avith his finger-bones, so far as rogues alloAv him. My carbine was loaded and freshly primed, and I knew myself to be even now a match in strength for any tAvo men of the size around our neighborhood, except in the Glen Doone. " Girt Jan Ptidd," I Avas called already, and folk grcAV feared to Avrestle with me ; though I Avas tired of hearing about it, and MASTER HUCKABACK COMES IN. 89 often longed to be smaller. And most of all upon Sundays, when I had to make way up our little church, and the maidens tittered at me. The soft white mist came thicker around me, as the evening fell ; and the peat-ricks here and there, and the furze-hucks of the summer-time, were all out of shape in the twist of it. By- and-by, I began to doubt where I was, or how come there, not having seen a gibbet lately ; and then I heard the draught of the wind up a hollow place with rocks to it; and for the first time fear broke out (like cold sweat) upon me. And yet I knew what a fool I was, to fear nothing but a sound! But when I stopped to listen, there was no sound, more than a beating noise, and that was all inside me. Therefore I went on again, making company of my whistle, and keeping my gun quite ready. Now when I came to an unknown place, where a stone was set up endwise, with a faint red cross upon it, and a polish from some conflict, I gathered my courage to stop and think, having sped on the way too hotly. Against that stone I set my gun, trying my spirit to leave it so, bi\t keeping with half a hand for it ; and then what to do next was the wonder. As for finding Uncle Ben — that was his own business, or at any rate his executor's; first I had to find myself, and plentifully would thank God to find that self at home again, for the sake of all our family. The volumes of the mist came rolling at me (like great packs of wool, pillowed up with sleepiness), and between them there was nothing more than waiting for the next one. Then every- thing went out of sight, and glad was I of the stone behind me, and view of mine own shoes. Anon a distant noise went by me, as of many horses galloping, and in my fright I set my gun, and said, "God send something to shoot at." Yet noth- ing came, and my gun fell back, without my will to lower it. But presently, while I was thinking "What a fool I am!" arose as if from below my feet, so that the great stone trembled, that long lamenting lonesome sound, as of an evil spirit not knowing what to do with it. For the moment I stood like a root, without either hand or foot to help me ; and the hair of my head began to crawl, lifting my hat, as a snail lifts his house; and my heart, like a shuttle, went to and fro. But finding no harm to come of it, neither visible form approach- ing, I wiped my forehead, and hoped for the best, and resolved to run every step of the way, till I drew our big bolt behind 90' LORXA nooxE. Yet here again I was disappointed, for no sooner Avas I come to the crossways by the black pool in the hole, but I heard through the patter of my own feet a rough low sound, very close in the fog, as of a hobbled sheep a-coughing. I listened, and feared, and yet listened again, though I wanted not to hear it. For being in haste of the homeward road, and all my heart having heels to it, loth I was to stop in the dusk, for the sake of an aged wether. Yet partly my love of all animals, and partly my fear of the farmer's disgrace, compelled me to go to the succor, for the noise was coming nearer. A dry short wheezing sound it was, barred with coughs, and want of breath; but thus I made the meaning of it. " Lord have mercy upon me ! Lord, upon my soul have mercy! An' if I cheated Sam Hicks last Aveek, Lord knowest how well he deserved it, and lied in every stocking's mouth — oh Lord, where be I a-going?" These words, with many jogs between them, came to me through the darkness, and then a long groan, and a choking. I made towards the sound, as nigh as ever I could guess, and presently was met, point-blank, by the head of a mountain- pony. Upon its back lay a man, bound down, with his feet on the neck and his head to the tail, and his arms falling down like stirrups. The wild little nag was scared of its life by the unaccustomed burden, and had been tossing and rolling hard, in desire to get ease of it. Before the little horse could turn, I caught liim, jaded as he was, by his wet and grizzled forelock, and he saw that it Avas vain to struggle, but strove to bite me none the less, until I smote him upon the nose. " Good and worthy sir," I said to the man Avho Avas riding so roughly; "fear nothing: no harm shall come to thee." "Help, good friend, AAdioever thou art," he gasped, but could not look at me, because his neck Avas jerked so; "God hath sent thee; and not to rol) me, because it is done already." "What, Uncle Ben! " I cried, letting go the horse, in amaze- ment that the richest man in Dulverton — " Uncle Ben here in this plight ! What, Mr. Reuben Huckaback ! " * "An honest hosier and draper, serge and long-cloth Avare- houseman " — he groaned from rib to rib — " at the sign of the Gartered Kitten, in the loyal town of Dulverton. For God's sake, let me doAvn, good felloAV, from this accursed hurdle- chine ; and a groat of good money will I pay thee, safe in my house to Dulverton; but take notice that the liorse is mine, no less than the nag they robbed from me." PIASTER HUCKABACK COMES ly. 91 " AVliat, Uncle Ben, dost tliou not know nie, thy dutiful nephew, John Kidd?'' jSTot to make a long story of it, I cut the thongs that bounrl him, and set him astride on the little horse; but he was too weak to stay so. Therefore I mounted him on my back, turn- ing the horse into horse-steps; and leading the pony by the cords, which I fastened around his nose, set out for Plover's Barrows. Uncle Ben went fast asleep on my back, being jaded and shaken beyond his strength, for a man of three-score and five ; and as soon as he felt assured of safety, he would talk no more. And to tell the truth, he snored so loudly, that I could almost believe that fearful noise in tlie fog every night came all the way from Dulverton. Now as soon as ever I brought him in, we set him up in the chimney-corner, comfortable and handsome ; and it was no little delight to me to get him oft' my back; for, like his own fortune. Uncle Ben was of a good round figure. He gave his long coat a shake or two, and he stamped about in the kitchen, until he was sure of his whereabouts, and then he fell asleep again, until supper should be ready. "He shall marry Ruth," he said by-and-by, to himself and not to me; "he shall marry Ruth for this, and have my little savings, soon as they be worth the having. Very little as yet, very little indeed ; and ever so much gone to-day, along of them rascal robbers." My mother made a dreadful stir, to see Uncle Ben in such a sorr}^ plight as this ; so I left him to her care and Annie's ; and soon they fed him rarely, while I went out to look to the comfort of the captured pony. And in truth he was worth the catching, and served us very well afterwards; though Uncle Ben was inclined to claim him for his business at Dulverton, wdiere they have carts, and that like. "But," I said, "you shall have him, sir, and welcome, if you will only ride him home, as first I found you riding him." And with that he dropped it. A very strange old man he was, short in his manner, though long of body, glad to do the contrary thing to what any one expected of him, and always looking sharply at people as if he feared to be cheated. This surprised me much at first, because it showed his ignorance of what we farmers are — an upright race, as you may find, scarcely ever cheating indeed, except upon market-day, and even then no more than may be helped, by reason of buyers expecting it. Now our simple ways were 92 LOENA JJOONE. a puzzle to him, as I told him very often; but he only laughed, and rubbed his mouth with the back of his dry shining hand; and I think he shortly began to languish for want of some one to higgle with. I had a great mind to give him the pony, because he thought himself cheated in that case ; only he would conclude that I did it with some view to a legacy. Of course, the Doones, and nobody else, had robbed good Uncle Reuben; and then they grew sportive, and took his horse, an especially sober nag, and bound the master upon the wild one, for a little change as they told him. For two or three hours they had fine enjoyment, chasing him through the fog, and making much sport of his groanings; and then waxing hungry they went their way, and left him to opportunity. Now Mr. Huckaback, growing able to walk in a few days' time, became thereupon impatient, and could not be brought to understand why he should have been robbed at all. "I have never deserved it," he said to himself, not knowing much of Providence, except with a small p to it; "I have never deserved it, and will not stand it; in the name of our lord the King, not I ! " At other times he would burst forth thus : — • "Three-score years and five, have I lived an honest and labo- rious life, yet never was I robbed before. And now to be robbed in my old age ; to be robbed for the first time now ! " Thereupon, we would kindly tell him, how truly thankful he ought to be, for never having been robbed before, in spite of living so long in this world; and how he was taking a very ungrateful, not to say ungracious, view, in thus repining and feeling aggrieved; when any one else would have knelt and thanked God, for enjoying so long an immunity. But say what we would, it was all as one. Uncle Ben stuck fast to it, that he had nothing to thank God for. CHAPTER XIV. A MOTION WHICH ENDS IN A MULL. Instead of minding his New-Year pudding, Master Hucka- back carried on so, about his mighty grievance, that at last we began to think there must be something in it, after all; espe- cially as he assured us, that choice and costly presents for the young people of our household were among the goods divested. But mother told him, her children had plenty, and wanted no A MOTION WHICH ENDS IN A MULL. 93 gold and silver; and little Eliza spoke up and said, "You can give us the pretty things, Uncle Ben, when we come in the suminer to see you." Our mother reproved Eliza for this, although it was the heel of her own foot; and then to satisfy our uncle, she promised to call Farmer Nicholas Snowe, to be of our council that even- ing; "and if the young maidens would kindly come, without taking thought to smoothe themselves, why it would be all the merrier; and who knew but what Uncle Huckaback might bless the day of his robbery, &c. &c. — and thorough good honest girls they were, lit helpmates either for shop or farm." All of which was meant for me; but I stuck to my platter, and answered not. In the evening Farmer Snowe came up, leading his daughters after him, like hllies trimmed for a fair; and Uncle Ben, who had not seen them on the night of his mishap (because word had been sent to stop them), was mightily pleased, and very pleasant, according to his town -bred ways. The damsels had seen good company, and soon got over their fear of his wealth, and played him a number of merry pranks, which made our mother quite jealous for Annie, who was always shy and diffi- dent. However, when the hot cup was done, and before the mulled wine was ready, we packed all the maidens in the par- lor, and turned the key upon them; and then we drew near to the kitchen fire, to hear Uncle Ben's proposal. Farmer Snowe sat up in the corner, caring little to hear about any thing, but smoking slowly, and nodding backward, like a sheep-dog dream- ing. Mother was in the settle, to attend him, knitting hard, as usual ; and Uncle Ben took to a three-legged stool, as if all but that had been thieved from him. However, he kept his breath from speech, giving privilege, as was due, to mother. "Master Snowe, you are well assured," said mother, color- ing like the furze, as it took the flame and fell over, "that our kinsman here hath received rough harm, on his peaceful jour- ney from Dulverton. The times are bad, as we all know well, and there is no sign of bettering them; and if I could see our Lord the King, I might say things to move him: nevertheless, 1 have had so much of my own account to vex for " "You are flying out of the subject, Sarah," said Uncle Ben, seeing tears in her eyes, and tired of that matter. "Zettle the pralimbinaries," spoke Farmer Snowe, on appeal from us ; " virst zettle the pralimbinaries ; and then us knows what be drivin' at." "Preliminaries be damned, sir,*" cried Uncle Ben. losing his 94 LORN A BOONE. temper, "What preliminaries were there, when I was robbed, I should like to know? Robbed in this parish, as I can prove, to the eternal disgrace of Oare, and the scandal of all England. And I hold this parish to answer for it, sir; this parish shall make it good, being a nest of foul thieves as it is ; ay, farmers, and yeomen, and all of you. I will beggar every man in this parish, if they be not beggars already; ay, and sell your old church up before your eyes, but what I will have back my tarlatan, time-piece, saddle, and dove-tailed nag." Mother looked at me, and I looked at Farmer Snowe ; and we all were sorry for Master Huckaback, putting our hands up, one to another, that nobody should browbeat him ; because we all knew what our parish was, and none the worse for strong language, however rich the man might be. But Uncle Ben took it a different way. He thought that we all were afraid of him, and that Oare parish was but as Moab, or Edom, for him to cast his shoe over. "Nephew Jack," he cried, looking at me, when I was think- ing what to say, and finding only emptiness; "you are a heavy lout, sir; a bumpkin, a clodhopper; and I shall leave you nothing, unless it be my boots to grease." "Well, uncle," I made answer, "I will grease your boots, all the same for that, so long as you be our guest, sir." Xow, that answer, made without a thought, stood me for two thousand pounds; as you shall see, by-and-by, perhaps. "As to the parish," my mother cried out, being too hard set to contain herself, "the j)arish can defend itself, and we may leave it to do so. But our Jack is not like that, sir; and I will not have him so spoken of. Leave him indeed! Who wants you to do more than to leave him alone, sir; as he might have done you the other night; and as no one else would have dared to do. And after that, to think so meanly of me, and of my children ! " "Hoity, toity, Sarah! Your children, I suppose, are the same as other people's." ■ " That they are not ; and never will be ; and you ought to know it. Uncle Reuben, if any one in the world ought. Other people's children! " " Well, well ! " Uncle Reuben answered ; " I know very little of children ; except my little Ruth, and she is nothing wonder- ful." "I never said that my children were wonderful. Uncle Ben; nor did I ever think it. But as for being good " Here mother fetched out her handkerchief, being overcome A MOTION WHICH ENDS IN A MULL. 9.3 by our goodness; and 1 told her, witli my hand to my mouth, not to notice him; though he might be worth ten thousand times ten thousand pounds. But Farmer Sndwe came forward now, for he had some sense sometimes ; and he thought it was high time for him to say a word for the parish. ''Maister Huckaback," he began, pointing with his pipe at him, the end that was done in sealing-wax, "tooching of what you was plaized to zay 'bout this here parish, and no oother, mind me no oother parish but thees, I use the vreedom, zur, for to tell 'e, that thee be a laiar." Then Farmer Nicholas iSnowe folded his arms across, with the bowl of his pipe on the upper one, and gave me a nod, and then one to mother, to testify how he had done his duty, and recked not what might come of it. However, he got little thanks from us ; for the parish was nothing at all to my mother, compared with her children's interests: and I thought it hard, that an uncle of mine, and an old man too, should be called a liar, by a visitor at our fireplace. For we, in our rude part of the Avorld, counted it one of the worst disgraces that could befall a man, to receive the lie from any one. But Uncle Ben, as it seems, was iised to it, in the way of trade: just as people of fashion are, in the way of courtesy. Therefore the old man only looked with pity at Farmer Nicholas ; and w4th a sort of sorrow too, reflecting how much he might have made in a bargain with such a customer, so ignorant, and hot-headed. "Now let us bandy words no more," said mother, very sweetly; "nothing is easier than sharp words, except to wish them unspoken; as I do many and many' s the time, wdien I think of my good husband. But now let us hear from Uncle Reuben, what he would have us do, to remove this disgrace from amongst us, and to satisfy him of his goods." "I care not for my goods, woman," Master Huckaback answered grandly ; " although they were of large value, about them I say nothing. But what I demand is this, the punish- ment of those scoundrels." " Zober, man, zober!" cried Farmer Nicholas; "we be too naigh Badgery 'ood, to spake like that of they Dooneses." " Pack of cowards ! " said Uncle Reuben, looking first at the door, however; "much chance I see of getting redress, from the valor of this Exmoor ! And you. Master Snowe, the very man wdiom I looked to to raise the country, and take the lead as churchwarden — why my youngest shopman would match 96 LORNA BOONE. his ell against you. Pack of cowards," cried Uncle Ben, ris- ing and shaking his lappets at us ; " don't pretend to answer me. Shake you all off, that I do — nothing more to do with you ! " AYe knew it useless to ansAver him, and conveyed our knowl- edge to one another, without any thing to vex him. However, when the mulled wine was come, and a good deal of it gone (the season being Epiphany), Uncle Eeuben began to think that he might have been too hard with us. Moreover, he was beginning now to respect Farmer Nicholas bravely, because of the way he had smoked his pipes, and the little noise made over them. And Lizzie and Annie were doing their best — for now Ave had let the girls out — to wake more lightsome uproar; also young Faith Snowe was toward, to keep the old men's cups aflow, and hansel them to their liking. So at the close of our entertainment, when the girls were gone away, to fetch and light their lanthorns (over which they made rare noise, bloAving eaeli tlie other's out, for counting of the sparks to come), Master Huckaback stood up, Avithout much aid from the crock-saAv, and looked at mother and all of us. "Let no one leave this place,'' said he, "until I have said AAdiat I Avant to say; for saving of ill-Avill among us, and groAA^th of cheer and comfort. May be, I have carried things too far, even to the bounds of churlishness, and beyond the bounds of good manners. I Avill not unsay one A\'"ord I have said, having never yet done so in my life ; but I AA^ould alter the manner of it, and set it forth in this light. If you folk upon Exmoor here are loth and wary at fighting, yet you are braA^e at better stuff; the best and kindest I ever kncAv, in the matter of feeding." Here he sat down, Avith a glisten in his eyes, and called for a little mulled bastard. All the maids, Avho A\^ere noAV come back, raced to get it for him, but Annie of course Avas fore- most. And herein ended the expedition, a perilous and a great one, against the Doones of BagAA^orthy; an enterprise over Avhich AA^e had all talked plainly more than Avas good for us. For my part, I slept Avell that night, feeling myself at home again, uoav that the fighting Avas put aside, and the fear of it turned to the comfort of telling each other — Avhat Ave Avould have done. quo WARRANTO? 97 CHAPTEE XY. QUO WARRANTO? On the following day Master Huckaback, with some show of mystery, demanded from my mother an escort into a dan- gerous part of the world, to which his business compelled him. My mother made answer to this, that he was kindly welcome to take our John Fry with him; at which the good clothier laughed, and said that John was nothing like big enough, but another John must serve his turn, not only for his size, but because if he were carried away, no stone would be left unturned upon Exmoor, until he should be brought back again. Hereupon my mother grew very pale, and foimd fifty reasons against my going, each of them weightier than the true one, as Eliza (who was jealous of me) managed to whisper to Annie. On the other hand, I was quite resolved (directly the thing was mentioned) to see Uncle Eeuben through with it ; and it added much to my self-esteem, to be tlie guard of so rich a man. Therefore I soon persuaded mother, with her head upon my breast, to let me go, and trust in G-od; and after that I Avas greatly vexed to find that this dangerous enterprise was nothing more than a visit to the Baron de Whichehalse, to lay an information, and sue a warrant against the Doones, and a posse to execute it. Stupid as I always have been, and perhaps must ever be, I could well have told Uncle Reuben, that his journey was no wiser one than that of the men of G-otham ; that he never would get from Hugh de Whichehalse a warrant against the Doones ; moreover, that if he did get one, his own wig would be singed with it. But for divers reasons, I held my peace ; partly from youth and modest}^, partly from desire to see whatever please God I should see, and partly from other causes. We rode by way of Brendon town, Illford Bridge, and Bab- brook, to avoid the great hill above Lynmouth ; and the day being fine and clear again, I laughed in my sleeve at Uncle Reuben for all his fine precautions. When we arrived at Ley Manor, we were shown very civilly into the hall, and refreshed with good ale, and collared head, and the back of a Christmas pudding. I had never been under so fine a roof (unless of a church, or school) before ; and it pleased me greatly to be so kindly entreated by high-born folk. But Uncle Reuben was VOL. I. — 7 98 LORN A BOONE. vexed no little, at being set down, cheek by jowl, witli a man in a very small way of trade, who was come upon some busi- ness there, and who made bold to drink his health, after finish- ing their first horns of ale. "Sir," said Uncle Ben, looking at him, ''my health would fare much better, if you would pay me three pounds and twelve shillings, which you have owed me tliese five years back; and now we are met at the Justice's, the opportunity is good, sir." After that, we Avere called to the Justice-room, where the Baron himself was sitting, with Colonel Harding, another Jus- titiary of the King's peace, to help him. I had seen the Baron de Whichehalse before, and was not at all afraid of him, having been at school with his son as he knew, and it made him very kind to me. And indeed he was kind to every body, and all our people spoke well of him ; and so much the more, because we knew that the house was in decadence. For the first De Whichehalse had come from Holland, wdiere he had been a great nobleman, some hundred and fifty years agone. Being persecuted for his religion, when the Spanisli power was every thing, he fled to England with all he could save, and bought large estates in D.n'onshire. Since then his descendants had intermarried with ancient county families, Cotwells, and Mar- woods, and Walronds, and Welslies of Pylton, and Chichesters of Hall; and several of the ladies brought them large increase of property. And so about fifty years before the time of which I am writing, there were few names in the West of England thought more of than De Whichehalse. But now they had lost a great deal of land, and therefore of that which goes with land, as surely as fame belongs to earth, — I mean big reputa- tion. How they had lost it, none could tell; except that as the first descendants had a manner of amassing, so the later ones were gifted with a power of scattering. Wliether this came of good Devonshire blood opening the sluice of Low Country veins, is beyond both my province and my power to inquire. Anyhow all people loved this last strain of De Whichehalse, far more than the name had been liked a hundred years agone. Hugh de Whichehalse, a white-haired man, of very noble presence, with friendly blue eyes, and a sweet smooth forehead, and aquiline nose quite beautiful (as you might expect in a lady of birth), and thin lips curving delicately, this gentleman rose as we entered the room; while Colonel Harding turned on his chair, and struck one spur against the other. I am sure that, without knowing aught of either, Ave must have reverenced quo w ABB Ay TO? 99 rather of the two the one who showed respect to us. And yet nine gentlemen out of ten make this dull mistake, when deal- ing with the class below them ! Uncle Keuben made his very best scrape, and then walked up to the table, trying to look as if he did not know himself to be wealthier than both the gentlemen put together. Certainly he was no stranger to them, any more than I was; and, as it proved afterwards. Colonel Harding owed him a lump of money, upon very good security. Of him Uncle Reuben took no notice, but addressed himself to De Whichehalse. The Bjiron smiled very gently, so soon as he learned the cause of this visit; and then he replied quite reasonably, " A warrant against the Doones, Master Huckaback? Which of the Doones, so please you ; and the Christian names, what be they?" "My lord, I am not their godfather; and most like they never had any. But we all know old Sir Ensor's name, so tliat may be no obstacle." " Sir Ensor Doone, and his sons — so be it. How many sons, Master Huckaback, and what is the name of each one?" " How can I tell you, my lord, even if I had known them all, as well as my own shop-boys? Nevertheless, there were seven of them; and that should be no obstacle." "A warrant against Sir Ensor Doone, and seven sons of Sir Ensor Doone, Christian names unknown, and doubted if they have any. So far so good, Master Huckaback. I have it all down in writing. Sir Ensoj^- himself was there, of course, as you have given in evidence "No, no, my lord, I never said that; I never said " If he can prove that he was not there, you may be indicted for perjury. But as for those seven sons of his, of course you can swear that they were his sons, and not his nephews, or grandchildren, or even no Doones at all." " My lord, I can swear that they were Doones. Moreover, I can pay for any mistake I make. Therein need be no obstacle." " Oh yes, he can pay; he can pay well enough; " said Colonel Harding shortly. " I am heartily glad to hear it," replied the Baron pleasantly; " for it proves after all that this robbery (if robbery there has been) was not so very ruinous. Sometimes people think they are robbed; and then it is very sweet afterwards to find that they have not been so ; for it adds to their joy in their property. Now, are you quite convinced, good sir, that these people (if 100 LOHNA DOONE. there were any) stole, or took, or even borrowed anything at all from you?" "My lord, do you think that 1 was drank?" "IsTot for a moment, Master Huckaback. Although excuse might be made for you, at this time of the year. But how did you know that your visitors were of this particular family?" "Because it could be nobody else. Because, in spite of the fog" "Fog! " cried Colonel Harding sharply. " Fog! " said the Baron Avith emphasis. " Ah, that explains the whole affair. To be. sure, now I remember, th^ weather has been too thick for a man to see the head of his own horse. The Doones (if still there be any Doones) could never have come abroad; that is as sure as simony. Master Huckaback, for your good sake, I am heartily glad that this charge has miscarried. I thoroughly understand it now. The fog ex- plains the whole of it." "Gro back, my good fellow," said Colonel Harding; "and if the day is clear enough, you will find all your things where you left them. I know, from my own experience, what it is to be caught in an Exmoor fog." Uncle Keuben, by this time, was so put out, that he hardly knew what he was saying. "My lord, Sir Colonel, is this your justice? H I go to Lon- don myself for it, the King shall know how his commission — how a man may be robbed, and the justices prove that he ought to be hanged at the back of it ; that in his good county of Somerset " "Your pardon a moment, good sir," De Whichehalse inter- rupted him; "but I was about (having heard your case) to mention Avhat need be an obstacle, and, I fear, would prove a fatal one, even if satisfactory proof were afforded of a felony. The mal-feasance (if any) was laid in Somerset; but we, two humble servants of His Majesty, are in commission of his peace for the county of Devon only, and therefore could never deal with it." "And why, in the name of God," cried Uncle Eeuben, now carried at last fairly out of himself, " why could you not say as much at first, and save me all this waste of time, and worry of my temper? Gentlemen, you are all in league; all of you stick together. You think it fair sport, for an honest trader, who makes no shams as you do, to be robbed and well-nigh murdered, so long as they who did it own the high birth-right of felony. If a poor sheep-stealer, to save his children from quo W ABB Ay TO? ^ 101 dying of starvatioiij had dared to look at a two-mouth hxmb, he would swiug on the Manor gallows, and all of you cry 'good riddance ! ' But now, because good birth, and bad manners " Here poor Uncle Ben, not being so strong as before the Doones had played with him, began to foam at the mouth a little, and his tongue went into the hollow, where his short gray whiskers were. I forget how we came out of it; only I was greatly shocked at bearding of the gentry so, and mother scarce could see her way, when I told her all about it. '' Depend upon it you were wrong, John, " was all I could get out of her ; though what had I done but listen, and touch my forelock, when called upon? ''John, you ma}' take my word for it, you have not done as you should have done. Your father would have been shocked to think of going to Baron de Whichehalse, and in his own house insulting him ! And yet it was very brave of you, John. Just like you, all over. And (as none of the men are here, dear John) I am proud of you for doing it." All throughout the homeward road. Uncle Ben had been very silent, feeling much displeased with himself, and still more so with other people. But before he w^ent to bed that night, he just said to me, " Nephew Jack, you have not behaved so badly as the rest to me. And because you have no gift of talk- ing, I think that I may trust you. Now, mark my words, this villain job shall not have ending here. I have another card to play." " You mean, sir, I suppose, that you will go to the justices of this county; Squire Maunder, or Sir Eichard Blewitt, or " "Oaf, I mean nothing of the sort; they would only make a laughing-stock, as those Devonshire people did, of me. No, I will go to the King himself, or a man who is bigger than the King, and to wdiom I have ready access. I will not tell thee his name at present; only if thou art brought before him, never wilt thou forget it." That was true enough, by-the-by, as I discovered afterwards ; for the man he meant was Judge Jeffreys. " And when are you likely to see him, sir? " " May be in the spring, may be not until summer ; for I can- not go to London on purpose, but when my business takes me there. Only remember my words. Jack, and when you see the man I mean, look straight at him, and tell no lie. He will make some of your zany squires shake in their shoes, I reckon. NoA\^, I have been in this lonely hole, far longer than I intended, 102 LORNA BOONE. by reason of this rage; yet I will stay here one day more, upon a certain condition." " Upon what condition, Uncle Ben? I grieve that you find it so lonely. We will have Farmer Nicholas up again, and the singers, and" " The fashionable milkmaids. I thank you, let me be. The wenches are too loud for me. Your Nanny is enough. Nanny is a good child, and she shall come and visit me." Uncle E-euben would ahvays call her " Nanny ; " he said that " Annie " was too fine and Frenchified for us. ^'But my condition is this. Jack — that you shall guide me to-morrow, without a word to any one, to a place Avhere I may well descry the dwell- ing of these scoundrel Doones, and learn the best way to get at them, when the time shall come. Can you do this for me? I will pay you well, boy." I promised very readity to do my best to setve him; but vowed I would take no money for it, not being so poor as that came to. Accordingly, on the day following, I managed to set the men at work on the other side of the farm, especially that inquisitive and busy-body Jolm Fry, who would pry out almost any thing, for the pleasure of telling his wife ; and then, with Uncle Eeuben mounted on my ancient Peggy, I made foot for the westward, directly after breakfast. Uncle Ben refused to go, unless I would take a loaded gun ; and indeed it was always wise to do so in those days of turbulence; and none the less because of late more than usual of our sheep had left their skins behind them. This, as I need hardly say, was not to be charged to the appetite of the Doones, for they always said that they were not butchers (although upon that subject might well be two opin- ions) ; and their practice was to make the shepherds kill, and skin, and quarter for them, and sometimes carry to the Doone- gate the prime among the fatlings, for fear of any bruising, which spoils the look "at table. But the worst of it was that ignorant folk, unaware of their fastidiousness, scored to them the sheep they lost by lower-born marauders, and so were afraid to speak of it : and the issue of this error was that a farmer, with five or six hundred sheep, could never command, on his Avedding-day, a prime saddle of mutton for dinner. To return now to my Uncle Ben — and indeed he would not let me go more than three landyards from him — there was very little said between us, along the lane and across the hill, although the day was pleasant. I could see that he was half- amiss with his mind about the business, and not so full of QUO WARHAyTO ? 103 security as an elderly man should keep himself. Therefore, out I spake and said — " Uncle Eeuben, have no fear. I know every inch of the ground, sir; and there is no danger nigh us." " Fear, boy I Who ever thought of fear? 'Tis the last thing would come across me. Pretty things they primroses." At once I thought of Lorna Doone, the little maid of so many years back, and how my fancy went with her. Could Lorna ever think of me? Was I not a lout gone by, only fit for loach- sticking? Had I ever seen a face fit to think of near her? The sadden flash, the quickness, the bright desire to know one's heart, and not withhold her own from it, the soft with- drawal of rich eyes, the longing to love somebody, any body, any thing, not imbrued Avith wickedness My uncle interrupted me, misliking so much silence now, with the naked woods falling over us. For we were come to Bagworthy forest, the blackest and the loneliest place of all that keep the sun out. Even now in winter-time, with most of the wood unriddled, and the rest of it pinched brown, it hung around us, like a cloak containing little comfort. I kept quite close to Peggy's head, and Peggy kept quite close to me, and pricked her ears at every thing. However, we saw noth- ing there, except a few old owls and hawks, and a magpie sitting all alone, until we came to the bank of the hill, where the pony could not climb it. Uncle Ben was very loth to get off, because the pony seemed good company, and he thought he could gallop away on her, if the worst came to the worst ; but I persuaded him that now he must go to the end of it. There- fore we made Peggy fast, in a place where we could find her ; and speaking cheerfully, as if there was nothing to be afraid of, he took his staff, and T my gun, to climb the thick ascent. There was now no path of any kind; which added to our courage all it lessened of our comfort, because it proved that the robbers were not in the habit of passing there. And we knew that we could not go astray, so long as we breasted the hill before us; inasmuch as it formed the rampart, or side- fence of Glen Doone. But in truth I used the right word there for the manner of our ascent, for the ground came forth so steep against us, and withal so woody, that to make any way we must throw ourselves forward, and labor, as at a breast-plough. Bough and loamy rungs of oak-root bulged, here and there, above our heads; briars needs must speak with us^ using more of tooth than tongue; and sometimes bulks of 104 LOBNA BOONE. rugged stone, like great sheep, stood across us. At last, though, very loth to do it, I was forced to leave my gun behind, because I required one hand to drag myself up the difficulty, and one to help Uncle Eeuben. And so at last we gained the top, and looked forth the edge of the forest, where the ground was very stony, and like the crest of a quarry ; and no more trees between us and the brink of cliff below, three hundred yards below it might be, all strong slope and gliddery. And now for the first time I Avas amazed at the appearance of the Doones' stronghold, and understood its nature. For when I had been even in the valley, and climbed the cliffs to escape from it, about seven years agone, I was no more than a strip- ling boy, noting little, as boys do, except for their present purpose, and even that soon done with. But noAv, what with the fame of the Doones, and my own recollections, and Uncle Ben's insistence, all my attention was called forth, and the end was simple astonishment. The chine of highland, whereon we stood, curved to the right and left of us, keeping about the same elevation, and crowned with trees and brushwood. At about half a mile in front of us, but looking as if we could throw a stone to strike any man upon it, another crest, just like our own, bowed around to meet it ; but failed, by reason of two narrow clefts, of which we could only see the brink. One of these clefts was the Doone-gate, with a portcullis of rock above it; and the other was the chasm, by which I had once made entrance. Betwixt them, Avhere the hills fell back, as in a perfect oval, traversed by the winding water, lay a bright green valley, rimmed with sheer black rock, and seeming to have sunken bodily from the bleak rough heights above. It looked as if no frost could enter, neither winds go ruffling: only spring, and hope, and comfort, breathe to one another. Even now the rays of sunshine dwelt, and fell back on themselves, when- ever the clouds lifted; and the pale blue glimpse of the grow- ing day seemed to find young encouragement. But for all that, Uncle Eeuben Avas none the worse nor better. He looked down into Glen Doone first, and sniffed as if he were smelling it, like a sample of goods from a wholesale house ; and then he looked at the hills over yonder, and then he stared at me. " See what a pack of fools they be ? " "Of course T do. Uncle Ben. 'All rogues are fools,' was my first coi)y, beginning of the alphabet." "Pack of stuft, lad. Though true enough, and A'ery good LORN A GROWiyG FORMIDABLE. 105 for young people. But see you not, how this great Doone valley may be taken in lialf-an-hour ? " " Yes, to be sure I do, uncle ; if they like to give it up, I mean." " Three culverins on yonder hill, and three on the top of this one — and we have them under a pestle. Ah, I have seen the wars, my lad, from Keinton up to Xaseby; and I might have been a General now, if they had taken my advice " But I Avas not attending to him, being drawn awa}- on a sud- den by a sight Avhich never struck the sharp eyes of our Gen- eral. For I had long ago descried that little opening in the cliff, through which I made my exit, as before related, on the other side of the valley. No bigger than a rabbit-hole it seemed from where we stood; and yet of all the scene before me, that (from my remembrance perhaps) had the most attrac- tion. iS'ow gazing at it, with full thought of all that it had cost me, I saw a little figure come, and pause, and pass into it. Something very light and white, nimble, smooth, and ele- gant, gone almost before I knew that any one had been there. And yet my heart came to my ribs, and all my blood was in my face, and pride within me fought with shame, and vanity with self -contempt; for though seven years were gone, and I from boyhood come to manhood, and she must have forgotten me, and I had half-forgotten ; at that moment, once for all, I felt that I was face to face with fate (however poor it might be), weal or woe, in Lorna Doone. CHAPTEE XVI. LORXA GROWING FORMIDABLE. Havixg reconnoitred thus the position of the enemy. Master Huckaback on the homeward road, cross-examined me, in a manner not at all desirable. For he had noted my confusion, and eager gaze at something unseen by him in the valley ; and thereupon he made up his mind to know every thing about it. In this, however, he^partly failed; for although I was no hand at fence, and would not tell him a falsehood, I managed so to hold my peace, that he put himself upon the wrong track, and continued thereon, with many vaunts of his shrewdness and experience, and some chuckles at my simplicity. Thus much, however, he learned aright, tliat I had been in the Doone 106 LOBNA DOONE. valley, several years before, and might be brought upon strong inducement to venture there again. But as to the mode of my getting in, the things I saw, and my thoughts upon them, he not only failed to learn the truth, but certified himself into an obstinacy of error, from which no after-knowledge was able to deliver him. And this he did, not only because I happened to say very little, but forasmuch as he disbelieved half of the truth I told him, through his own too great sagacity. Upon one point, however, he succeeded more easily than he expected, viz. in making me promise to visit the place again, as soon as occasion offered, and to hold my own counsel about it. But I could not help smiling at one thing, that accordiug to his point of view, my own counsel meant my own, and Master Reuben Huckaback's. Now he being gone, as he went next day, to his favorite town of Dulverton, and leaving behind him shadowy promise of the mountains he would do for me, my spirit began to burn, and pant, for something to go on with; and nothing showed a braver hope of movement, and adventure, than a lonely visit to Glen Doone, by way of the perilous passage discovered in my boyhood. Therefore I waited for nothing more than the slow arrival of new smallclothes, made by a good tailor at Porlock, for it seemed a pure duty to look my best; and when they were come and approved, I started, regardless of the expense, and forgetting (like a fool) how badly they would take the water. What with urging of the tailor, and my own misgivings, the time was now come round again to the high-day of St. Valen- tine, when all our maids were full of lovers, and all the lads looked foolish. And none of them more sheepish, or more innocent, than I myself, albeit twenty-one years old, and not afraid of men much, but terrified of women, at least, if they were comely. And what of all things scared me most was the thought of my own size, and knowledge of my strength, which came, like knots, upon me daily. In honest truth I tell this thing (wliicli often since hath puzzled me, when I came to mix with men more), I was to that degree ashamed of my thick- ness, and my stature, in the presence of a woman, that I would not put a trunk of wood on the fire in the kitchen, but let Annie scold me Avell, with a smile to follow, and with her own plump hands lift up a little log, and fuel it. Many a time, I longed to be no bigger than John Fry was ; whom now (when insolent) I took with my left hand by the waist-stuff, and set him on my hat, and gave him little chance to tread it; until he spoke of his family, and requested to come down again. LORN A GROIVING FORMIDABLE. 107 Now taking for good omen this, tliat I was a seven-year Val- entine, though much too big for a Cupidon, I chose a seven- foot staff of ash, and fixed a loach-fork in it, to look as I had looked before; and leaving word upon matters of business, out of the back door I went, and so through the little orchard, and down the brawling Lynn-brook. Not being now so much afraid, I struck across the thicket land between the meeting waters, and came upon the Bagworthy stream near the great black whirlpool. Nothing amazed me so much as to find how shallow the stream now looked to me, although the pool was still as black, and greedy, as it used to be. And still the great rocky slide was dark, and difficult to climb; though the water, which once had taken my knees was satisfied now with my ankles. After some labor, I reached the top; and halted to look about me well, before trusting to broad daylight. The winter (as I said before) had been a very mild one ; and now the spring was toward, so that bank and bush were touched with it. The valley into which I gazed was fair with early promise, having shelter from the wind, and taking all the sunshine. The willow-bushes over the stream hung as if they were angling, with tasseled floats of gold and silver, bursting like a bean-pod. Between them came the water laughing, like a maid at her own dancing, and spread with that young blue which never lives beyond the April. And on either bank, the meadow ruffled, as the breeze came by, opening (through new tufts of green) daisy -bud or celandine, or a shy glimpse now and then of the love-lorn primrose. Though I am so blank of wit, or perhaps for that same reason, these little things come and dwell with me; and I am happy about them, and long for nothing better. I feel with every blade of grass, as if it had a history ; and make a child of every bud, as though it knew and loved me. And being so, they seem to tell me of my own oblivions, how I am no more than they, except in self-importance. While I was forgetting much of many things that harm one, and letting of my thoughts go wild to sounds and sights of nature, a sweeter note than thrush or ouzel ever wooed a mate in, floated on the valley breeze, at the quiet turn of sundown. The words were of an ancient song, fit to cry or laugh at. "Love, an if there be one, Come my love to be, My love ivS for the one Loving unto me. 108 LOENA BOONE. " Not for me the show, love, Of a gilded bliss ; Only thou must know, love, What my value is. " If in all the earth, love, Thou hast none but me, This shall be my worth, love, To be cheap to thee. "But, if so thou ever Strivest to be free, 'Twill be my endeavor To be dear to thee. " Hence may I ensue, love, All a woman's due ; Comforting my true love, , With a love as true." All this I took in with great eagerness, not for the sake of the meaning (which is no donbt an allegory), but for the power, and richness, and softness of the singing, which seemed to me better than we ever had even in Oare church. But all the time, I kept myself in a black niche of the rock, where the fall of the water began, lest the sweet singer (espy- ing me) should be alarmed, and flee away. But presently I ventured to look forth, where a bush was ; and then I beheld the loveliest sight — one glimpse of which was enough to make me kneel in the coldest water. By the side of the stream, she was coming to me, even among the primroses, as if she loved them all; and every flower looked the brighter, as her eyes were on them. I could not see what her face was, my heart so awoke and trembled ; only that her hair was flowing from a wreath of white violets, and the grace of her coming was like the appearance of the flrst wind-flower. The pale gleam over the western cliffs threw a shadow of light behind her, as if the sun were linger- ing. Never do I see that light from the closing of the west, even in these my aged days, without thinking of her. Ah me, if it comes to that, v/hat do I see of earth or heaven, without thinking of her ? The tremulous thrill of her song was hanging on her open lips ; and she glanced around, as if the birds were accustomed to make answer. To me it was a thing of terror to behold such beauty, and feel myself the while to be so very low and common. But scarcely knowing what I did, as if a rope were LORNA DOONE. — Vol. I. p. io8. LORSA GROWING FORMIDABLE. 109 drawing me, I came from the dark moiitli of the chasm ; and stood, afraid to look at her. She was turning to fly, not knowing me, and frightened, perhaps, at my stature; when I fell on the grass (as I fell before her seven years agone that day), and I just said, " Lorna Doone ! " She knew me at once, from my manner and ways, and a :;mile broke through her trembling, as sunshine comes through willow leaves ; and being so clever she saw, of course, that she needed not to fear me. "Oh, indeed," she cried, with a feint of anger (because she had shown her cowardice, and yet in her heart she was laugh- ing); "oh, if you please, who are you, sir, and how do you know my name?" "I am John Eidd," I answered; "the boy who gave you those beautiful fish, when you were only a little thing, seven years ago to-day." " Yes, the poor boy who was frightened so, and obliged to hide here in the water." " And do you remember how kind you w^ere, and saved my life by your quickness, and went away riding upon a great man's shoulder, as if you had never seen me, and yet looked back through the willow-trees?" "Oh, yes, I remember everything; because it was so rare to see any, except, — I mean, because I happen to remember. But you seem not to remember, sir, how perilous this place is." For she had kept her eyes upon me ; large eyes, of a soft- ness, a brightness, and a dignity, which made me feel as if I must for ever love, and yet for ever know myself unworthy. Unless themselves should fill with love, which is the spring of all things. And so I could not answer her, but was over- come with thinking, and feeling, and confusion. Neither could I look again; only waited for the melody, which made every Avord like a poem to me, the melody of her voice. But she had not the least idea of what was going on with me, any more than I myself had. "I think. Master Kidd, you cannot know," she said, with her eyes taken from me, "what the dangers of this place are, and the nature of the people." "Yes, I know enough of that; and I am frightened greatly, all the time when I do not look at you. " She was too young to ansAver me, in the style some maidens would have used; the manner, I mean, which now we call from ;i foreign word "' coquettish." And iiioi'i^ tlian tliat, she 110 LOBNA BOONE. was trembling, from real fear of violence, lest strong hands might be laid on me, and a miserable end of it. And, to tell the truth, I grew afraid; perhaps from a kind of sympathy, and because I knew that evil comes more readily than good to us. Therefore, without more ado, or taking any advantage — although I would have been glad at heart, if needs had been, to kiss her (without any thought of rudeness) — it struck me that I had better go, and have no more to say to her until next time of coming. So would she look the more for me, and think the more about me, and not grow weary of my words, and the want of change there is in me. For, of course, I kncAV what a churl I was, compared to her birth and appearance; but meanwhile I might improve myself, and learn a musical instrument. " The wind hath a draw after flying straw " is a saying we have in Devonshire, made, peradventure, by some- body who had seen the ways of women. " Mistress Lorna, I will depart " — mark you, I thought that a powerful word — " in fear of causing disquiet. If any rogue shot me, it would grieve you; I make bold to say it; and it would be the death of mother. Few mothers have such a son as me. Try to think of me, now and then ; and I will bring you some new-laid eggs, for our young blue hen is beginniiig." "I thank you heartily," said Lorna; "but you need not come to see me. You can put them in my little bower, Avhere I am almost always — I mean whither daily I repair; to think, and to be away from them." "Only show me where it is. Thrice a day, I will come and stop " "Nay, Master Kidd, I would never show thee — never, be- cause of peril — only that so happens it, thou hast found the way already." And she smiled, with a light that made me care to cry out for no other way, only the Avay to her dear heart. But only to myself I cried for anything at all, having enough of man in me, to be bashful with young maidens. So I touched her white hand softly, when she gave it to me ; and (fancying that she had sighed) was touched at heart about it, and resolved to yield her all my goods, although my mother was living; and then grew angry with myself (for a mile or more of walking) to think she would condescend so; and then, for the rest of the homeward road, was mad with every man in the world, who would dare to think of looking at her. JOHN IS BEWITCHED. Ill CHAPTER XVII. JOHN IS BEWITCHED. To forget one's luck of life, to forget the cark of care, and withering of young fingers ; not to feel, or not be moved by, all the change of thought and heart, from large young heat to the sinewy lines, and dry bones of old age — that is what I have to do, ere ever I can make you know (even as a dream is known) how I loved my Lorna. I myself can never know ; never can conceive, or treat it as a thing of reason ; never can behold myself dwelling in the midst of it, and think that this was I; neither can I wander far from perpetual thought of it. Perhaps I have two farrows of pigs ready for the chap- man; perhaps I have ten stones of wool waiting for the factor. It is all the same : I look at both, and what I say to myself is this : " Which would Lorna choose of them ? " Of course, I am a fool for this ; any man may call me so, and I will not quarrel with him, unless he guess my secret. By and by, I fetch my wit, so far as it be worth the fetching, back again to business. But there my heart is, and must be; and all who like to try can cheat me, exce^^t upon parish matters. That week, I could do little more than dream and dream, and rove about, seeking by perpetual change to find the way back to myself. I cared not for the people round me, neither took delight in victuals; but made believe to eat and drink, and blushed at any questions. And being called the master now, head-farmer, and chief yeoman, it irked me much that any one should take advantage of me ; yet everybody did so, as soon as ever it was known that my wits were gone moon- raking. For that was the way they looked at it, not being able to comprehend the greatness and the loftiness. Neither do I blame them much; for the wisest thing is to laugh at people, when we cannot understand them. I, for my part, took no notice ; but in my heart despised them, as beings of a lesser nature, who never had seen Lorna. Yet was I vexed, and drank a pail of water, when John Fry spread all over the farm, and even at the shoeing forge, that a mad dog had come and bitten me, from the other side of Molland. This seems little to me now; and so it might to any one; but, at the time, it worked me up to a fever of indignity. To make a mad dog of Lorna, to compare all my imaginings 112 LORNA BOONE. (wliicli were strange, I do assure you — the faculty not being apt to work), to count the raising of my soul no more than hydrophobia! All this acted on me so, that I gave John Fry the soundest threshing, that ever a sheaf of good corn de- served, or a bundle of tares was blessed with. Afterwards he went home, too tired to tell his wife the meaning of it; but it proved of service to both of them, and an example for their children. Now the climate of this country is — so far as I can make of it — to throw no man into extremes ; and if he throw himself so far, to pluck him back, by change of weather and the need of looking after things. Lest we should be like the Southerns, for whom the sky does everything, and men sit under a wall, and watch both food and fruit come beckoning. Their sky is a mother to them ; but ours a good stepmother to us — fearing to hurt by indulgence, and knowing that force, and change of mood, are wholesome. The spring being now too forward, a check to it was needful; and in the early part of March, there came a change of weather. All the young growth Avas arrested by a dry wind from the east, which made both face and lingers burn, when a man was doing ditching. The lilacs, and the chestnut trees, just crowding forth in little tufts, close kernelling their blossom, were ruffled back, like a sleeve turned up, and nicked with brown at the corners. In the hedges any man, unless his eyes were very dull, could see the mischief doing. The russet of the young elm-bloom was fain to be in its scale again; but having pushed forth, there must be, and turn to a tawny color. The hangers of the hazel, too, having shed their dust to make the nuts, did not spread their little combs and dry them, as they ought to do ; but shrivelled at the base, and fell, as if a knife had cut them. And more than all to notice was (at least about the hedges) the shuddering of everything, and the shivering sound among them towards the feeble sun ; such as Ave make to a poor fire-place, when windoAVs and doors are open. Sometimes, I put my face to Avarni against the soft, rough maple-stem, Avhich feels like the foot of a red deer; but the pitiless east Avind came through all, and took and shook the caved hedge aback, till its knees Avere knocking together, and nothing could be shelter. Then Avould any one, having blood, and trying to keep at home Avith it, run to a sturdy tree, and hope to eat his food behind it, and look for a little sun to come, and Avarm his feet in the shelter. And if it did, he might strike his breast, and try to think he was Avarmer. JOHN IS BEWITCHED. 113 But when a man came home at niglit, after a long day's labor, knowing that the days increased, and so his care should multiply ; still he found enough of light, to show him what the day had clone against him in his garden. Every ridge of new- turned earth looked like a broken cob-Avall, honeycombed, and harsh and crusty, void of spring, and cankery. Every plant, that had rejoiced in passing such a winter, now was cowering, turned away, unlit to meet the consequence. Flowing sap had stopped its course; fluted lines showed want of food; and if you pinched the topmost spray, there was no rebound or firm- ness. We think a good deal, in a quiet way, Avhen people ask us about them — of some fine, upstanding pear-trees, grafted by my grandfather, who had been very greatly respected. And he got those grafts by sheltering a poor Italian soldier, in t-he time of James the First, a man who never could do enough to show his grateful memories. How he came to our place is a very difficult story, which I never understood rightly, having neard it from my mother. At any rate, there the pear-trees were, and there they are to this very day; and I wish every one could taste their fruit, old as they are, and rugged. Now these fine trees had taken advantage of the Avest winds, and tne moisture, and the promise of fine spring-time, so as to fill the tips of their spray -wood and rowels all up the branches, with a crowd of eager blossom. Not that they were yet in bloom, nor even showing whiteness; only that some of the coiies Avere opening, at the side of the cap which pinched them; and there you might count, perhaps, a dozen nobs, like very little buttons, but grooved, and lined, and huddling close, to make room for one another. And among these buds were gray- green blades, scarce bigger than a hair almost, yet curving so as if their purpose was to shield the blossom. Other of tlie spur-points, standing on the older wood, where the sap was not so eager, had not burst their tunic yet, but were frayed and flaked with light, casting off the husk of brown in three-cornered patches; as I have seen a Scotchman's plaid, or as his leg shows through it. These buds, at a distance, looked as if the sky had been raining cream upon them. Now all this fair delight to the eyes, and good promise to the palate, was m-arred and bafiled by the wind, and cutting of the night-frosts. The opening cones were struck with brown, in between the button buds, and on the scapes that shielded them ; while the foot part of the cover hung like rags, peeled back, and quivering. And there the little stalk of each, which VOL. I. — 8 114 LORNA DOONE. might have been a pear, God willing, had a ring around its base, and sought a chance to drop and die. The others, which had not opened shell, but only prepared to do it, were a little better off, but still %pry brown and unkid, and shrivelling in doubt of health, and neither peart nor lusty. Now this I have not told because I know the way to do it, for that I do not, neither yet have seen a man who did know. It is wonderful how we look at things, and never think to notice them; and I am as bad as any body, unless the thing to be observed is a dog, or a horse, or a maiden. And the last of those three I look at, somehow, without knowing that I take notice, and greatly afraid to do it; only I knew afterwards (when the time of life was in me), not, indeed, what the maiden was like, but how she differed from others. Yet I have spoken about the spring, and the failure of fair promise, because I took it to my heart, as token of what would come to me, in the budding of my years and hope. And even then, being much possessed, and full of a foolish melancholy, I felt a sad delight at being doomed to blight and loneliness; not but that I managed still (when mother was urgent upon me) to eat my share of victuals, and cuff a man for laziness, and see that a ploughshare made no leaps, and sleep of a night without dreaming. And ni}- mother, half-believing, in her fondness and affection, that what the parish said Avas true about a mad dog having bitten me, and yet arguing that it must be false (because God would have prevented him), my mother gave me little rest, when I was in the room with her. Not that she worried me with questions, nor openly regarded me with any unusual meaning, but that I knew she was watching slyly whenever I took a spoon up ; and every hour or so she managed to place a pan of water by me, quite as if by accident, and some- times even to spill a little upon my shoe or coat-sleeve. But Betty Muxworthy was worst; for, having no fear about my liealth, she made a villainous joke of it, and used to rush into the kitchen, barking like a dog, and panting, exclaiming that I had bitten her, and justice she would have on me, if it cost her a twelve-month's wages. And she always took care to do this thing, just when I had crossed my legs in the corner after supper, and leaned my head against the oven, to begin to think of Lorna. However, in all things there is comfort, if we do not look too hard for it ; and now I had much satisfaction, in my uncouth state, from laboring, by the hour together, at the hedging and the ditching, meeting the bitter wind face to face, feeling my JOHN IS BEWITCHED. 115 strength increase, and hoping that some one Avouhl be proud of it. In the rustling rush of every gust, in the graceful bend of every tree, even in the "Lords and Ladies," clumped in the scoops of the hedgerow, and most of all in the soft primrose, wrung by the wind, but stealing back, and smiling when the wrath was past, — all of these, and many others, there was aching ecstasy, delicious pang of Lorna. But however cold the weather was, and however hard the wind blew, one thing (more than all the rest) worried and per- plexed me. This was, that I could not settle, turn and twist it as I might, how soon I ought to go again upon a visit to Glen Doone. For I liked not at all the falseness of it (albeit against murderers), the creeping out of sight, and hiding, and feeling as a spy might. And even more than this, I feared how Lorna might regard it; whether I might seem to her a prone and blunt intruder, a country youtli not skilled in man- ners, as among the quality, even Avhen they rob us. For I was not sure myself, but that it might be very bad manners, to go again too early without an invitation; and my hands and face were chapped so badly by the bitter wind, that Lorna might count them unsightly things, and wish to see no more of them. Hovv^ever, I could not bring myself to consult any one upon this point, at least in our own neighborhood, nor even to speak of it near home. But the east wind holding through the month, my hands and face growing worse and worse, and it having occurred to me by this time that possibly Lorna might have chaps, if she came abroad at all, and so might like to talk about them, and show her little hands to me, I resolved to take another opinion, so far as might be upon this matter, without disclosing the circumstances. Now the wisest person in all our parts was reckoned to be a certain wise woman, well known all over Exmoor by the name of "Mother Melldrum." Her real name was "Maple Dur- ham," as I learned long afterwards ; and she came of an ancient family, but neither of Devon nor Somerset. Nevertheless she was quite at home witli our projoer modes of divination ; and knowing that we liked them best — as each man does his own religion — she would always practise them for the people of the country. And all the while, she would let us know that she kept a higher and nobler mode, for those who looked down upon this one, not having been bred and born to it. Mother Melldrum had two houses, or rather she had none at all, but two homes wherein to find her^ according to the time 116 LORN A DOONE. of year. In summer she lived in a pleasant cave, facing the cool side of the hill, far inland near HaAvkridge, and close above "Tarr-steps," a wonderful crossing of Barle river, made (as every body knows) by Satan, for a wager. But throughout the winter, she found sea-air agreeable, and a place where things could be had on credit, and more occasion of talking. Not but what she could have credit (for every one was afraid of her) in the neighborhood of Tarr-steps ; only there was no one handy owning things worth taking. Therefore, at the fall of the leaf, when the woods grew damp and irksome, the wise woman always set her face to the warmer cliffs of the Channel; where shelter was, and dry fern bedding, and folk to be seen in the distance, from a bank upon which the sun shone. And there, as I knew from our John Fry (who had been to her about rheumatism, and sheep possessed with an evil spirit, and warts on the hand of his son, young John), any one who chose might find her, towards the close of a win- ter day, gathering sticks and broAvn fern for fuel, and talking to herself the while, in a hollow stretch behind the cliffs; which foreigners, Avho come and go without seeing much of Exmoor, have called the "Valley of Rocks." This valley, or "goyal," as we term it, being small for a %^alley, lies to the west of Linton, about a mile from the town perhaps, and aAvay towards Ley Manor. Our homefolk always call it the "Danes," or the "Denes;" which is no more, they tell me, than a hollow place, even as the word "den" is. However, let that pass, for I know very little about it ; but the place itself is a pretty one; though nothing to frighten any body, unless he hath lived in a gallipot. It is a green rough- sided hollow, bending at the middle, touched with stone at either crest, and dotted here and there with slabs, in and out the brambles. On the right hand is an upward crag, called by some the "Castle," easy enough to scale, and giving great view of the Channel. Facing this, from the inland side and the elbow of the valley, a queer old pile of rock arises, bold behind one another, and quite enough to affright a man, if it only were ten times larger. This is called the "Devil's Cheese- ring," or the "Devil's Cheese-knife," which mean the same thing, as our fathers were used to eat their cheese from a scoop; and perhaps in old time the upmost rock (which has fallen away since I knew it) was like to such an implement, if Satan eat cheese untoasted. But all the middle of this valley was a place to rest in; to sit and think that troubles were not, if we would not make JOHN IS BEWITCHED. 117 them. To know the sea, outside the hills, but never to behold it ; only by the sound of waves, to pity sailors laboring. Then to watch the sheltered sun, coming warmly round the turn, like a guest expected, full of gentle glow and gladness, casting shadow far away as a thing to luig itself, and awakening life from dew, and hope from every spreading bud. And then to fall asleep, and dream that the fern was all asparagus. Alas, I was too young in those days much to care for creature comforts, or to let pure palate have things that would improve it. Any thing went down with me, as it does with most of us. Too late we know the good from bad: the knowledge is no pleasure then; being memory's medicine, rather than the wine of hope. Now Mother Melldrum kept her winter in this vale of rocks, sheltering from the wind and rain within the Devil's Cheese- ring;' which added greatly to her fame, because all else, for miles around, were afraid to go near it after dark, or even on a gloomy day. Under eaves of lichened rock, she had a Avind- ing passage, which none that ever I knew of durst enter but herself. And to this place I went to seek her, in spite of all misgivings, upon a Sunday in Lenten season, when the sheep were folded. Our parson (as if he had known my intent) had preached a beautiful sermon about the Witch of Endor, and the perils of them that meddle wantonly with the unseen Powers; and therein he referred especially to the strange noise in our neigh- borhood, and upbraided us for want of faith, and many other backslidings. We listened to him very earnestly, for we like to hear from our betters about things that are beyond us, and to be roused up now and then, like sheep with a good dog after them, who can pull some wool without biting. Nevertheless we could not see, how our want of faith could have made that noise, especially at night time; notwithstanding which, we believed it, and hoped to do a little better. And so we all came home from church; and most of the peo- ple dined with us, as they always do on Sundays, because of the distance to go home, with only words inside them. The parson, who always sat next to mother, was afraid that he might have vexed us, and would not have the best piece of meat, according to his custom. But soon we put him at his ease, and showed him we were proud of him ; and then he made no more to do, but accepted the best of the sirloin. 118 LORNA BOONE. CHAPTEE XVIII. WITCHERY LEADS TO WITCHCRAFT. Although well nigli the end of March, the wind blew wild and piercing, as I went on foot, that afternoon, to INIother Mell- drum's dwelling. It was safer not to take a horse, lest (if anything vexed her) she should put a spell upon him ; as had been done to Farmer Snowe's stable, by the wise woman of Simonsbath. The sun was low on the edge of the hills, by the time I entered the valley, for I could not leave home till the cattle were tended, and the distance was seven miles or more. The shadows of rocks fell far and deep, and the brown dead fern was fluttering, and brambles with their sere leaves hanging, swayed their tatters to and fro, with a red look on them. In patches underneath the crags, a few wild goats were browsing; then they tossed their horns, and fled, and leaped on ledges, and stared at me. Moreover, the sound of the sea came up, and went the length of the valley, and there it lapped on a butt of rocks, and murmured like a shell. Taking things one with another, and feeling all the lone- someness, and having no stick with me, I was much inclined to go briskly back, and come at a better season. And when I beheld a tall gray shape, of something or another, moving at the lower end of the valley, where the shade was, it gave me such a stroke of fear, after many others, that my thumb which lay in mother's Bible (brought in my big pocket, for the sake of safety) shook so much that it came out, and I could not get it in again. "This serves me right," I said to myself, "for tampering with Beelzebub. Oh that I had listened to Parson ! " And thereupon I struck aside; not liking to runaway quite, as some people might call it; but seeking to look like a wan- derer, who was come to see the valley, and had seen almost enough of it. Herein I should have succeeded, and gone home, and then been angry at my want of courage, but that on the very turn and bending of my footsteps, the woman in the dis- tance lifted up her staff to me ; so that I was bound to stop. And now, being brought face to face, by the will of God (as one might say) with anything that might come of it, I kept myself quite straight and stiff, and thrust away all white feather, trusting in my Bible still, hoping that it would protect WITCHERY LEAD8 TO WITCHCRAFT. 119 me, tliougli I had disobeyed it. But upon that remembrance, my conscience took me by the leg, so that I couhl not go for- ward. All this while, the fearful woman was coming near, and more near to me; and I was glad to sit down on a rock, because my knees were shaking so. I tried to think of many things, but none of them would come to me ; and I could not take my eyes away, though I prayed Heaven to be near me. But when she was come so nigh to me, that I could descry her features, there was something in her countenance that made me not dislike her. She looked as if she had been visited by a many troubles, and had felt them one by one ; yet held enough of kindly nature still to grieve for others. Long white hair, on either side, was falling down below her chin; and through her wrinkles, clear bright eyes seemed to spread them- selves upon me. Though I had plenty of time to think, I was taken by surprise no less, and unable to say anything; yet eager to hear the silence broken, and longing for a noise or two. "Thou art not come to me," she said, looking through my simple face, as if it were Bristol pebbles, " to be struck for bone- shave, nor to be blessed for barn-gun. Give me forth thy hand, John Ridd; and tell why thou art come to me." But I was so much amazed, at her knowing my name and all about me, that I feared to place my hand in her power, or even my tongue by speaking. "Have no fear of me, my son; I have no gift to harm thee; and if I had, it should be idle. Now, if thou hast any wit, tell me why I love thee." "I never had any wit, mother," I answered, in our Devon- shire way; "and never set eyes on thee before, to the furthest of my knowledge." " And yet I know thee as well, John, as if thou wert my grandson. Remember you the old Oare oak, and the bog at the head of Exe, and the child who would have died there, but for thy strength and courage, and most of all thy kind- ness? That was my granddaug-liter, John; and all I have on earth to love." i*^ow that she came to speak of it, with the place and that, so clearly, I remembered all about it (a thing that happened last August), and thought how stupid I must have been, not to learn more of the little maid, who had fallen into the black pit, with a basketful of whortleberries, and who miglit have been gulfed, if her little dog had not spied me in the distance. I carried her on my back to mother; and then we dressed her all 120 LORN A DOONE. anew, and took her where she ordered us ; but she did not tell us who she was, nor any thing more than her Christian name, and that she was eight years old, and fond of fried batatas. And we did not seek to ask her more ; as our manner is with visitors. But thinking of this little story, and seeing how she looked at me, I lost my fear of Mother Melldrum, and began to like her; partly because I had helped her grandchild, and partly that if she were so wise, no need would have been for me to save the little maid from drowning. Therefore I stood up and said, though scarcely yet established in my power against hers, — " Good mother, the shoe she lost was in the mire, and not with us. And we could not match it, although we gave her a pair of sister Lizzie's." "My son, what care I for her shoe? How simple thou art, and foolish; according to the thoughts of some, ^ow tell me, for thou canst not lie, what has brought thee to me." Being so ashamed and bashful, I was half -inclined to tell her a lie, until she said that I could not do it; and then I knew that I could not. "I am come to know," I said, looking at a rock the while, to keep my voice from shaking, " when I may go to see Lorna Doone." No more could I say, though my mind was charged to ask fifty other questions. But although I looked away, it was plain that I had asked enough. I felt that the wise woman gazed at me in wrath, as well as sorroAv ; and then I grew angry that any one should seem to make light of Lorna. "John Ridd," said the woman, observing this (for now I faced her bravely), "of whom art thou speaking? Is it a comely daughter of the men who slew your father? " "I cannot tell, mother. How should I know? And what is that to thee?" "It is something to thy mother, John; and something to thyself, I trow; and nothing worse could befall thee." I waited for her to speak again; because she had spoken so sadly, that it took my breath away. " John Ridd, if thou hast any value for thy body or thy soul, thy mother, or thy father's name, have nought to do with any Doone." She gazed at me in earnest so, and raised her voice in say- ing it, until the whole valle}^, curving like a great bell, echoed "Doone,'' that it seemed to me my heart was gone, for every WITCHERY LEADS TO WITCHCRAFT. 121 one and every thing. If it were God's will for me to have no more of Lorna, let a sign come out of the rocks, and I would try to believe it. But no sign came; and I turned on the woman, and longed that she had been a man. " You poor dame, with bones and blades, pails of water, and door-keys, what know you about the destiny of a maiden such as Lorna? Chill-blain you may treat, and bone-shave, ring- worm, and the scaldings; even scabby sheep may limp the better for your strikings. John the Baptist, and his cousins, with the wool and hyssop, are for mares, and ailing dogs, and fowls that have the jaundice. Look at me now, Mother Mell- drum, am I like a fool? " " That thou art, my son. Alas that it were any other ! Now behold the end of that; John Ridd, mark the end of it." She pointed to the castle-rock, where upon a narrow shelf, betwixt us and the coming stars, a bitter fight was raging. A tine fat sheep, with an honest face, had clomb up very care- fully, to browse on a bit of juicy grass, now the dew of the land was upon it. To him, from an upper crag, a lean black goat came hurrying, with leaps, and skirmish of the horns, and an angry noise in his nostrils. The goat had grazed the place before, to the utmost of his liking, cropping in and out with jerks, as their manner is of feeding. Xevertheless he fell on the sheep, with fury and great malice. The simple wether was much inclined to retire from the contest, but looked around in vain for any way to peace and comfort. His enemy stood between him and the last leap he had taken; there was nothing left him but to fight, or be hurled into the sea, five hundred feet below. " Lie down, lie down! " I shouted to him, as if he were a dog; for I had seen a battle like this before, and knew that the sheep had no chance of life, except from his greater weight, and the difficulty of moving him. "Lie down, lie down, John Ridd!" cried Mother Melldrum, nii-eking me, but without a sign of smiling. The poor sheep turned, upon my voice, and looked at me so piteously that I could look no longer; but ran with all my speed, to try and save him from the combat. He saw that I could not be in time, for the goat was bucking to leap at him, and so the good wether stooped his forehead, Avith the harm- less horns curling aside of it; and the goat flung his heels up, and rushed at him, with quick sharp jumps and tricks of move- ment, and the points of his long horns always foremost, and his little scut cocked like a min-hammer. 122 LOBNA DOOXE. As I ran up the steep of tlie rock, I could not see what they were doing ; but the sheep must have fought very bravely at last, and yielded his ground quite slowly, and I hoped almost to save him. But just as my head topped the platform of rock, I saw him flung from it backward, with a sad low moan and a gurgle. His body made a vanishing noise in the air, like a bucket thrown down a well-shaft, and I could not tell when it struck tlie water, except by the echo among the rocks. So wroth was I with the goat at the moment (being somewhat scant of breath, and unable to consider), that I caught him by the right hind-leg, before he could turn from his victory, and hurled him after the sheep, to learn how he liked his own compulsion. CHAPTEE XIX. ANOTHER DANGEROUS INTERVIEW. Although I left the Denes at once, having little heart for further questions of the wise woman, and being afraid to visit her house under the "Devil's Cheese-ring" (to which she kindly invited me), and although I ran most part of the way, it was very late for farmhouse time upon a Sunday evening, before I was back at Plover's EarroAvs. My mother had great desire to know all about the matter; but I could not reconcile it with my respect so to frighten her. Therefore I tried to sleep it off, keeping my own counsel ; and when that proved of no avail, I strove to work it away, if might be, by heavy out- door labor, and weariness and good feeding. These indeed had some effect, and helped to pass a week or two, with more pain of hand than heart to me. But when the weather changed in earnest, and the frost was gone, and the south-west wind blew softly, and the lambs were at play with the daisies, it was more than I could do to keep from thought of Lorna. For now the fields were spread with growth, and the waters clad with sunshine; and light and shadow, step by step, wandered over the furzy cleves. All the sides of the hilly wood were gathered in and out with green, silver-gray, or russet points, according to the several manner of the trees beginning. And if one stood beneath an elm, with any heart to look at it, lo ! all the ground was strewn with flakes (too small to know their meaning), and all the sprays above were rasped and trembling with a redness. And AHOrilEIl DANGEROUS INTERVIEW. 123 so I stopped beneath the tree, and carved L. D. upon it, and wondered at the buds of thought that seemed to swell inside me. The upshot of it all was this, that as no Lorna came to me, except in dreams or fancy, and as my life was not worth living without constant sign of her, forth I must again to find her, and say more than a man can tell. Therefore, without wait- ing longer for the moving of the spring, dressed I was in grand attire (so far as I had gotten it), and thinking my appearance good, although with doubts about it (being forced to dress in the hay-tallat), round the corner of the Avood-stack, went I very knowingly — for Lizzie's eyes were wondrous sharp — and thus I was sure of meeting none, who would care or dare to speak of me. It lay upon my conscience often, that I had not made dear Annie secret to this history ; although in all things I could trust her, and she loved me like a lamb. Many and many a time T tried, and more than once began the thing; but there came a dryness in my throat, and a knocking under the roof of my mouth, and a longing to put it off again, as perhaps might be the wisest. And then I would remember too, that I had no right to speak of Lorna, as if she were common property. This time I longed to take my gun, and was half resolved to do so; because it seemed so hard a thing to be shot at, and have no chance of shooting; but when I came to remember the steepness, and the slippery nature of the water-slide, there seemed but little likelihood of keeping dry the powder. There- fore I was armed with nothing, but a good stout holly staff, seasoned Avell for many a winter, in our back-kitchen chimney. Although my heart was leaping high, with the prospect of some adventure, and the fear of meeting Lorna, 1 could not but be gladdened by the softness of the weather, and the wel- come way of every thing. There was that power all around, that power and that goodness, which make us come, as it were, outside our bodily selves, to share them. Over, and beside us, breathes the joy of hope and promise ; under foot are troubles past; in the distance, bowering newness tempts us ever for- ward. We rise into quick sense of life, and si3ring through clouds of mystery. And, in good sooth, I had to spring, and no mystery about it, ere ever I got to the top of the rift leading into Doone- glade. For the stream was rushing down in strength, and raving at every corner ; a mort of rain having fallen last night, and no wind come to wipe it. However, 1 reached the head 124 LOBNA DOONE. ere dark, with more difficulty than danger; and sat in a place, which comforted my back and legs desirably. Hereupon I grew so happy, at being on dry land again, and come to look for Lorna, with pretty trees around me, that what did I do but fall asleep with the holly-stick in front of me, and my best coat sunk in a bed of moss, among Avetness and Avood-sorrel. Mayhap I had not done so, nor yet enjoyed the spring so much, if so be I had not taken three-parts of a gallon of cider, at home at Plover's Barrows, because of the lowness, and the sinking, ever since I met Mother Melldrum. There was a little runnel, going softly down beside me, fall- ing from the upper rock, by the means of moss and grass, as if it feared to make a noise, and had a mother sleeping. Now and then it seemed to stop, in fear of its own dropping, and waiting for some orders ; and the blades of grass that straight- ened to it turned their points a little way, and offered their allegiance to wind instead of water. Yet, before their carkled edges bent more than a driven saw, down the water came again, with heavy drops, and pats oY running, and bright anger at neglect. This was very pleasant to me, now and then, to gaze at; blinking as the water blinked, and falling back to sleep again. Suddenly my sleep was broken by a shad^ cast over me; be- tween me and the low sunlight, Lorna Doone was standing. " Master Eidd, are you mad ? " she said, and took my hand to move me. "Not mad, but half asleep," I answered, feigning not to notice her, that so she might keep hold of me. " Come away, come away, if you care for life. The patrol will be here directly. Be quick, Master Ridd, let me hide thee." "I will not stir a step," said I, though being in the greatest fright that might well be imagined; "unless you call me 'John.'" "Well, John, then — Master John Ridd; be quick, if you have any to care for you." "I have many that care for me," I said, just to let her know; "and I will follow you. Mistress Lorna; albeit with- out any hurry, unless there be peril to more than me." Without another word, she led me, though with many timid glances towards the upper valley, to, and into, her little bower, where the inlet through the rock was. I am almost sure that I spoke before (though I cannot now go seek for it, and my memory is but a wojii-out tub) of a certain deep and perilous ANOTHER DAyGEROUS lyTERVlEW. 125 pit, iu which I was like to drown myself, through hurry and fright of boyhood. And even then I wondered greatly, and was vexed with Lorna, for sending me in that heedless manner into such an entrance. But now it was clear, that she had been right, and the fault mine own entirely ; for the entrance to the pit was only to be found by seeking it. Inside the niche of native stone, the plainest thing of all to see, at any rate by daylight, was the stairway hewn from rock, and lead- ing up the mountain, by means of which I had escaped, as before related. To the right side of this was the mouth of the pit, still looking very formidable; though Lorna laughed at my fear of it, for she drew her water tlienoe. But on the left was a narrow crevice, very difficult to espy, and having a sweep of gray ivy laid, like a slouching beaver, over it. A man here coming from the brightness of the outer air, with eyes dazed by the twilight, would never think of seeing this, and following it to its meaning. Lorna raised the screen for me, but I had much ado to pass, on account of bulk and stature. Instead of being proud of my size (as it seemed to me she ought to be) Lorna laughed so quietly, that I was ready to knock my head or elbows against any thing, and say no more about it. However, I got through at last, without a word of ' compliment, and broke into the pleasant room, the lone retreat of Lorna. The chamber was of unhewn rock, round, as near as might be, eighteen or twenty feet across, and gay with rich variety of fern, and moss, and lichen. The fern was in its winter still, oi' coiling for the spring-tide ; but moss was in abundant life, some feathering, and some gobleted, and some with fringe of red to it. Overhead there was no ceiling but the sky itself, flaked with little clouds of April whitely wandering over it. The floor was made of soft, low grass, mixed with moss and primroses ; and in a niche of shelter moved the delicate wood- sorrel. Here and there, around the sides, were "chairs of living stone, " as some Latin writer says, whose name has quite escaped me ; and in the midst a tiny spring arose, with crys- tal beads in it, and a soft voice as of a laughing dream, and dimples like a sleeping babe. Then, after going round a little, with surprise of daylight, the water overwelled the edge, and softly went through lines of light, to shadows and an untold bourne. While I was gazing at all these things, with wonder and some sadness, Lorna turned upon me lightly (as her manner was) and said. — 126 LORyA DOONE. " Where are the new-laid eggs, Master Eidd ? Or hath blue hen ceased laying ? " I did not altogether like the way in which she said it, with a sort of a dialect, as if my speech conld be laughed at. "Here be some," I answered, speaking as if in spite of her. " I would have brought thee twice as many, but that I feared to crush them in the narrow ways. Mistress Lorna." And so I laid her out two dozen upon the moss of the rock ledge, unwinding the wisp of hay from each, as it came safe out of my pocket. Lorna looked with growing wonder, as I added one to one ; and when I had placed them side by side, and bidden her now to tell them, to my amazement what did she do but burst into a flood of tears ! " What have I done ? " I asked, with shame, scarce daring even to look at her, because her grief was not like Annie's — a thing that could be coaxed away, and left a joy in going — " oh, what have I done to vex you so ? " "It is nothing done by you. Master Ridd," she answered, very proudly, as if nought I did could matter ; " it is only something that comes upon me, with the scent of the pure true clover-hay. Moreover, you have been too kind; and I am not used to kindness." Some sort of awkwardness was on me, at her words and weeping, as if I would like to say something, but feared to make tilings worse perhaps than they were already. There- fore I abstained from speech, as I would in my own pain. And as it happened, this was the way to make her tell me more about it. Not that I was curious, beyond what pity urged me, and the strange affairs around her ; and now I gazed upon the floor, lest I should seem to watch her; but none the less for that I knew all that she was doing. Lorna went a little way, as if she would not think of me, nor care for one so careless; and all my heart gave a sudden jump, to go like a mad thing after her; until she turned of her own accord, and with a little sigh came back to me. Her eyes were soft with trouble's shadow, and the proud lift of her neck was gone, and beauty's vanity borne down by woman's want of sustenance. " Master Eidd," she said in the softest voice that ever flowed between two lips, " have I done aught to offend you ? " Hereupon it went hard with me, not to catch her up and kiss her, in the manner in which she was looking; only it smote me suddenly, that this would be a low advantage of her trust and helplessness. She seemed to know what I would be ANOTHER DANGEROUS INTERVIEW. 127 at, and to doubt very greatly about it, Avhether as a child of old she might permit the usage. All sorts of things went through my head, as I made myself look away from her, for fear of being tempted beyond what I could bear. And the upshot of it was, that I said, within my heart and through it, "John Kidd, be on thy very best manners with this lonely maiden. " Lorna liked me all the better for my good forbearance; be- cause she did not love me yet, and had not thought about it; at least so far as I knew. And though her eyes were so beau- teous, so very soft and kindly, there was (to my apprehen- sion) some great power in them, as if she would not have a thing, unless her judgment leaped Avith it. But now her judgment leaped with me, because I had be- haved so well; and being of quick urgent nature — such as 1 delight in, for the change from mine own slowness — she, without any let or hindrance, sitting over against me, now raising and now dropping fringe, over those sweet eyes that were the road-lights of her tongue, Lorna told me all about every thing I wished to know, every little thing she knew, except indeed that point of points, how Master Ridd stood with her. Although it wearied me no whit, it might be wearisome for folk who cannot look at Lorna, to hear the story all in speech, exactly as she told it; therefore let me put it shortly, to the best of my remembrance. Nay, pardon me, whosoever thou art, for seeming fickle and rude to thee ; I have tried to do as first proposed, to tell the tale in my own words, as of another's fortune. But, lo! I was beset at once with many heavy obstacles, which grew as I went onward, until I knew not where I was, and mingled past and present. And two of these difficulties only were enough to stop me ; the one that I must coldly speak, without the force of pity, the other that I, off and on, confused myself with Lorna, as might be well expected. Therefore let her tell the story, with her own sweet voice and manner ; and if ye find it wearisome, seek in yourselves the weariness. 128 LORN A noONE. CHAPTER XX. LORNA BEGINS HER STORY. " I CANNOT go through all my thoughts, so as to make them clear to you, nor have I ever dwelt on things, to shape a story of them. I know not where the beginning was, nor where the middle ought to be, nor even how at the j)resent time I feel, or think, or ought to think. If I look for help to those around me, who should tell me right and wrong (being older and much wiser), I meet sometimes with laughter, and at other times with anger. " There are but tAvo in the world, who ever listen and try to help me; one of them is my grandfather, and the other is a man of wisdom, whom we call the Counsellor. My grand- father. Sir Ensor Doone, is very old and harsh of manner (except indeed to me) ; he seems to know what is right and wrong, but not to want to think of it. The Counsellor, on the other hand, though full of life and subtleties, treats my questions as of play, and not gravely worth his while to answer, unless he can make wit of them. " And among the women, there are none with whom I can hold converse, since my Aunt Sabina died, who took such pains to teach me. She was a lady of high repute, and lofty ways, and learning, but grieved and harassed more and more, by the coarseness, and the violence, and the ignorance, around her. In vain she strove, from year to year, to make the young men hearken, to teach them Avhat became their birth, and give them sense of honor. It was her favorite word, poor thing! and they called her 'Old Aunt Honor.' Very often she used to say, that I was her only comfort, and I am sure she was my only one ; and when she died, it was more to me than if I had lost a mother. "For I have no remembrance now of father, or of mother; although they say that my father was the eldest son of Sir Ensor Doone, and the bravest, and the best of them. And so they call me heiress to this little realm of violence; and in sorry sport sometimes, I am their Princess, or their Queen. "Many people living here, as I am forced to do, would per- haps be very happy, and perhaps I ought to be so. We have a beauteous valley, sheltered from the cold of winter, and power of the summer sun, untroubled also by the storms and LORNA BEGINS HER STORY. 129 mists that veil the mountains ; although I must acknowledge that it is apt to rain too often. The grass moreover is so fresh, and the brook so bright and lively, and flowers of so many hues come after one another, that no one need be dull, if only left alone with them. " And so, in the early day perhaps, when morning breathes around me, and the sun is going upward, and light is playing everywhere, I am not so far beside them all, as to live in shadow. But when the evening gathers down, and the sky is spread with sadness, and the day has spent itself; then a cloud of lonely trouble falls, 'like night, upon me. I cannot see the things I quest for of a world beyond me; I cannot join the peace, and quiet, of the depth above me ; neither have I any pleasure in the brightness of the stars. " What I want to know is something none of them can tell me — what am I, and why set here, and when shall I be with them ? I see that you are surprised a little, at this my curi- osity. Perhaps such questions never spring, in any whole- some spirit. But they are in the depths of mine, and I cannot be quit of them. " Meantime, all around me is violence and robbery, coarse delight and savage pain, reckless joke and hopeless death. Is it any wonder, that I cannot sink with these, that I cannot so forget my soul, as to live the life of brutes, and die the death more horrible, ])ecause it dreams of waking ? There is none to lead me forward, there is none to teach me right; young as I am, I live beneath a curse that lasts for ever." Here Lorna broke down for awhile, and cried so very pite- ously, that doubting of my knowledge, and my right or power to comfort, I did my best to hold my peace, and tried to look very cheerful. Then thinking that might be bad manners, I went to wipe her ^yes for her. "Master Kidd," she began again, "I am both ashamed and vexed, at my own childish folly. But you, who have a mother, who thinks (you say) so much of you, and sisters, and a quiet home; you cannot tell (it is not likely) what a lonely nature is. How it leaps in mirth sometimes, with only heaven touch- ing it; and hoAv it falls away desponding, when the dreary weight creeps on. "It does not happen many times, that I give way like this; more shame now to do so, when I ought to entertain you. Sometimes I am so full of anger, that I dare not trust to speech, at things they cannot hide from me ; and perhaps you wnuhl be much surprised, that reckless men would care so VOL. I. — 9 130 LORN A DOONE. mucli to elude a young maiden's knowledge. They used to boast to Aunt Sabina of pillage, and of cruelty, on purpose to enrage her; but they never boast to me. It even makes me smile sometimes, to see how awkwardly they come, and offer for temptation to me shining packets, half concealed, of orna- ments, and finery, of rings, or chains, or jewels, lately belong- ing to other people. " But when I try to search the past, to get a sense of what befell me, ere my own perception formed; to feel back for the lines of childhood, as a trace of gossamer, then I only know that nought lives longer than God wills it. So may later sin go by, for we are children always, as the Counsellor has told me : so may we, beyond the clouds, seek this infancy of life, and never find its memory. " But I am talking now of things, which never come across me when any work is toward. It might have been a good thing for me, to have had a father to beat these rovings out of me ; or a mother to make a home, and teach me how to man- age it. For, being left with none, — I think ; and nothing ever comes of it. Nothing, I mean, which I can grasp, and have with any surety; nothing but faint images, and won- derment, and wandering. But often, when I am neither searching back into remembrance, nor asking of my parents, but occupied by trifles, something like a sign, or message, or a token of some meaning, seems to glance upon me. Whether from the rustling wind, or sound of distant music, or the sing- ing of a bird, like the sun on snow, it strikes me with a pain of pleasure. " And often when I wake at night, and listen to the silence, or wander far from people, in the grayness of the evening, or stand and look at quiet water having shadows over it, some vague image seems to hover on the skirt of vision, ever chang- ing place and outline, ever flitting as I follow. This so moves and hurries me, in the eagerness and longing, that straight- way all my chance is lost; and memory, scared like a wild bird, flies. Or am I as a child perhaps, chasing a flown cageling, who among the branches free, plays and peeps at the offered cage (as a home not to be urged on him), and means to take his time of coming, if he comes at all? "Often too I wonder at the odds of fortune, which made me (helpless as I am, and fond of peace, and reading) the heiress of this mad domain, this sanctuary of unholiness. It is not likely that I shall have much power of authority; and yet the Counsellor creeps up, to be my Lord of the Treasury; LORN A BEGINS HER STORY. 131 and his son aspires to my hand, as of a Eoyal alliance. Well, 'honor among thieves,' they say, and mine is the first honor: although among decent folk perhaps honesty is better. " We should not be so quiet here, and safe from interrup- tion, but that I have begged one privilege, rather than com- manded it. This was, that the lower end, just this narrowing of the valley, where it is most hard to come at, might be looked upon as mine, except for purposes of guard. There- fore none, beside the sentries, ever trespass on me here, unless it be my grandfather, or the Counsellor, or Carver. " By your face, Master E,idd, I see that you have heard of Carver Doone. For strength, and courage, and resource, he bears the first repute among us, as might well be expected from the son of the Counsellor. But he differs from his father, in being very hot and savago, and quite free from argument. The Counsellor, who is my uncle, gives his son the best advice; commending all the virtues, with eloquence and wisdom; yet himself abstaining from them, accurately and impartially. " You must be tired of this story, and the time I take to think, and the weakness of my telling; but my life from day to day shows so little variance. Among the riders there is none whose safe return I watch for — I mean none more than other — and indeed there seems no risk ; all are now so feared of us. Neither of the old men is there, whom I can revere or love (except alone my grandfather, whom I love with trem- bling) ; neither of the women any whom I like to deal with, unless it be a little maiden, whom I saved from starving. "A little Cornish girl she is, and shaped in western manner; not so very much less in width, than if you take her length- wise. Her father seems to have been a miner, a Cornishman (as she declares) of more than average excellence, and better than any two men to be found in Devonshire, or any four in Somerset. Very few things can have been beyond his power of performance; and yet he left his daughter to starve upon a peat-rick. She does not know how this was done, and looks upon it as a mystery, the meaning of which will some day be clear, and redound to her father's honor. His name was Simon Carfax, and he came as the captain of a gang, from one of the Cornish stannaries. Gwenny Carfax, my young maid, well remembers how her father was brought up from Corn- wall. Her mother had been buried, just a week or so, before ; and he was sad about it, and had been off his work, and was ready for another job. Then people came to him by night, and said that he must want a change, and every body lost 132 LOBNA DOONE. their wives, and work was the way to mend it. So what with grief, and over-thought, and the inside of a square bottle, Gwenny says they brought him off, to become a mighty cap- tain, and choose the country round. The last she saw of him was this, that he went down a ladder somewhere on the wilds of Exmoor, leaving her with bread and cheese, and his travel- ling-hat to see to. And from that day to this, he never came above the ground again ; so far as we can hear of. "But Gwenny, holding to his hat, and having eaten the bread and cheese (when he came no more to help her), dwelt three days near the mouth of the hole ; and then it was closed over, the while that she was sleeping. With weakness, and with want of food, she lost herself distressfully, and went away, for miles or more, and lay upon a peat-rick, to die before the ravens. "That very day, I chanced to return from Aunt Sabina's dying place ; for she would not die in Glen Doone, she said, lest the angels feared to come for her ; and so she was taken to a cottage in a lonely valley. I was allowed to visit her, for even we durst not refuse the wishes of the dying; and if a priest had been desired, we should have made bold with him. Returning very sorrowful, and caring now for nothing, I found this little stray thing lying, with her arms upon her, and not a sign of life, except the way that she Avas biting. Black root- stuff was in her mouth, and a piece of dirty sheep's wool, and at her feet an old egg-shell of some bird of the moorland. " I tried to raise her, but she was too square and heavy for me; and so I put food in her mouth, and left her to do right with it. And this she did in a little time; for the victuals were very choice and rare, being what I had taken OA^er, to tempt poor Aunt Sabina. Gwenny ate them without delay, and then was ready to eat the basket, and the ware that had contained them. " Gwenny took me for an angel — though I am little like one, as you see, Master Eidd; and she followed me, expecting that I would open wings and fly, when we came to any difii- cult3\ I brought her home with me, so far as this can be a home; and she made herself my sole attendant, without so much as asking me. She has beaten two or three other girls, who used to wait upon me, until they are afraid to come near the house of my grandfather. She seems to have no kind of fear even of our roughest men; and yet she looks with rever- ence and awe, upon the Counsellor. As for the wickedness, and theft, and revelry around her, she says it is no concern LOBNA BEGINS HER STOUT. 133 of hers, and they know their own business best. By this way of regarding men, she has won upon our riders, so that she is almost free from all control of place and season, and is allowed to pass where none even of the youths may go. Being so wide, and short, and flat, she has none to pay her compliments ; and, were there any, she would scorn them, as not being Cornish- men. Sometimes she wanders far, by moonlight, on the moors, and up the rivers, to give her father (as she says) another chance of finding her; and she comes back, not a whit defeated, or discouraged, but confident that he is only wait- ing for the proper time. " Herein she sets me good example of a patience and con- tentment, hard for me to imitate. Oftentimes, I am so vexed by things I cannot meddle with, yet cannot keep away from me, that I am at the point of flying from this dreadful valley, and risking all that can betide me, in the unknown outer world. If it were not for my grandfather, I would have done so long ago; but I cannot bear that he should die, with no gentle hand to comfort him ; and I fear to think of the conflict, that must ensue for the government, if there be a disputed succession. "Ah me! We are to be pitied greatly, rather than con- demned, by people whose things we have taken from them ; for I have read, and seem almost to understand about it, that there are places on the earth where gentle peace, and love of home, and knowledge of one's neighbors, prevail, and are, with reason, looked for as the usual state of things. There honest folk may go to work, in the glory of the sunrise, with hope of coming home again, quite safe in the quiet evening, and finding all their children; and even in the darkness, they have no fear of lying down, and dropping off to slumber, and hearken to the wind at night, not as to an enemy trying to find entrance, but a friend, who comes to tell the value of their comfort. " Of all this golden ease I hear, but never saw the like of it; and, haply, I shall never do so, being born to turbulence. Once, indeed, I had the offer of escape, and kinsman's aid, and high place in the gay, bright world ; and yet I Avas not tempted much, or, at least, dared not to trust it. And it ended very sadly, so dreadfully, that I even shrink from telling you about it; for that one terror changed my life, in a moment, at a blow, from childhood, and from thoughts of play, and commune with the flowers and trees, to a sense of death and darkness and a heavy weight of earth. Be content now, Master Eidd; ask me nothing more about it, so your sleep be sounder." But I, John Ridd, being young and rash, and very fond of 134 LORN A BOONE. hearing things to make my blood to tingle, had no more of manners than to urge poor Lorna onward; hoping, perhaps, in depth of heart, that she might have to hold by me, when the worst came to the worst of it. Therefore she went on again. CHAPTER XXI. LORNA ENDS HER STORY. " It is scarce a twelvemonth yet, although it seems ten years agone, since I blew the downy globe, to learn the time of day, or set beneath my chin the veinings of the varnished buttercup, or fired the foxglove cannonade, or made a captive of myself with dandelion fetters ; for then I had not very much to trouble me in earnest, but went about, romancing gravely, playing at bo-peep with fear, making for myself strong hej'oes, of gray rock or fir-tree, adding to my own importance, as the children love to do. " As yet I had not truly learned the evil of our living, the scorn of law, the outrage, and the sorrow caused to others. It even was a point with all, to hide the roughness from me, to show me but the gallant side, and keej) in shade the other. My grandfather. Sir Ensor Doone, had given strictest order, as I discovered afterwards, that in my presence all should be well-mannered, kind, and vigilant. Nor was it very difficult to keep most part of the mischief from me; for no Doone ever robs at home, neither do they quarrel much, except at times of gambling. And though Sir Ensor Doone is now so old, and growing feeble, his own way he will have still, and no one dare deny him. Even our fiercest and most mighty swordsmen, seared from all sense of right or wrong, yet have plentiful sense of fear, when brought before that white-haired man. Not that he is rough with them, or querulous, or rebukeful ; but that he has a strange soft smile, and a gaze they cannot answer, and a knowledge deeper far than they have of them- selves. Under his protection, I am as safe from all those men (some of whom are not akin to me) as if I slept beneath the roof of the King's Lord Justitiary. " But now, at the time I speak of, one evening of last sum- mer, a horrible thing befell, which took all play of childhood from me. The fifteenth day of last July was very hot and sultry, long after the time of sundown; and I was paying heed LOBNA ENDS HER STORY. 135 to it, because of the old saying that if it rained then, rain will fall on forty days thereafter. I had been long by the water- side, at this lower end of the valley, plaiting a little crown of woodbine crocketed with sprigs of heath, — to please m}^ grand- father, who likes to see me gay at supper-time. Being proud of my tiara, which had cost some trouble, I set it on my head at once, to save the chance of crushing, and carrying my gray hat, ventured by a path not often trod. For I must be home at the supper-time, or grandfather would be exceeding wroth ; and the worst of his anger is, that he never condescends to show it. " Therefore instead of the open mead, or the windings of the river, I made short cut through the ash-trees covert, which lies in the middle of our vale, with the water skirting, or cleaving it. You have never been up so far as that — at least to the best of my knowledge — but you see it, like a long gray spot, from the top of the cliffs above us. Here I was not likely to meet any of our people ; because the young ones are afraid of some ancient tale about it, and the old ones have no love of trees, where gunshots are uncertain. " It was more almost than dusk, down below the tree-leaves ; and I was eager to go through, and be again beyond it. For the gray dark hung around me, scarcely showing shadow ; and the little light that glimmered seemed to come up from the ground. For the earth was strown with the winter-spread, and coil, of last year's foliage, the lichened claws of chalky twigs, and the numberless decay which gives a light in its decaying. I, for my part, liastened shyly, ready to draw back, and run, from hare, or rabbit, or small field-mouse. " At a sudden turn of the narrow path, where it stooped again to the* river, a man leaped out from behind a tree, and stopped me, and seized hold of me. I tried to shriek, but my voice was still; and I could only hear my heart. "'Now, Cousin Lorna, my good cousin,' he said, with ease, and calmness; 'your voice is very sweet, no doubt, from all that I can see of you. But I pray you keep it still, unless you would give to dusty death your very best cousin, and trusty guardian, Alan Brandir of Loch Awe.' " 'You my guardian! ' I said, for the idea was too ludicrous; and ludicrous things always strike me first, through some fault of nature. "'I have in truth that honor, madam,' he answered with a sweeping bow; 'unless I err in taking you for Mistress Lorna Doone.' 136 LORN A BOONE. n I- You have not mistaken me. My name is Lorna Doone.-* " He looked at me with gravity, and was inclined to make some claim to closer consideration, upon the score of kinship ; but I shrank back, and only said, 'Yes, my name is Lorna Doone.' '"Then I am your faithful guardian, Alan Brandir of Loch Awe ; called Lord Alan Brandir, son of a worthy peer of Scot- land. Now will you confide in me? ' " 'I confide in you ! ' I cried, looking at him with amazement; 'why you are not older than I am! ' " ' Yes I am, three years at least. You, my ward, are not sixteen. I, your worshipful guardian, am almost nineteen years of age ! ' " Upon hearing this I looked at him, for that seemed then a venerable age; but the more I looked, the more I doubted, although he was dressed quite like a man. He led me, in a courtly manner, stepping at his tallest, to an open place beside the water; where the light came as in channel, and was made the most of b}^ glancing waves, and fair white stones. "'Now am I to your liking, cousin? ' he asked, when I had gazed at him, until I was almost ashamed, except at such a stripling. 'Does my Cousin Lorna judge kindly of her guar- dian, and her nearest kinsman? In a Avord, is our admiration mutual? ' "'Truly I know not,' I said; 'but you seem good-natured, and to have no harm in you. Do they trust you with a sword? " For in my usage among men of stature, and strong pres- ence, this pretty youth, so tricked and slender, seemed nothing but a doll to me. Although he scared me in the wood, now that I saw him in good twilight, lo! he was but little greater than my little self; and so tasselled, and so ruffled with a mint of bravery, and a green coat barred with red, and a slim sword hanging under him, it was the utmost I could do, to look at him half -gravely. "'I fear that my presence hath scarce enough of ferocity about it, ' he gave a jerk to his sword as he spoke, and clanked it on the brook-stones; 'yet do I assure you, cousin, that I am not without some prowess ; and many a master of defence hatli this good sword of mine disarmed. Now if the boldest, and biggest robber in all this charming valley, durst so much as breathe the scent of that flower coronal, which doth not adorn but is adorned ' — here he talked some nonsense — ' I would cleave him, from head to foot, ere ever he could fly or cry. ' "'Hush! ' I said; 'talk not so loudly, or thou mayest have to do both, thyself; and do them both in vain.' "Is OUR ADMIRATION MUTUAL ?" — Vol. I. p. 136. LORN A ENDS HER STORY. 137 " For he was quite forgetting now, in his bravery before me, where he stood, and with whom he spoke, and how the summer lightning shone, above the hills, and down the hollow. And as I gazed on this slight fair youth, clearly one of high birth and breeding (albeit over-boastful), a chill of fear crept over me ; because he had no strength or substance, and would be no more than a pin-cushion, before the great swords of the Doones. " 'I pray you be not vexed with me,' he answered in a softer voice; 'for I have travelled far and sorely, for the sake of see- ing you. I know right well among whom I am, and that their hospitality is more of the knife than the salt-stand. Never- theless I am safe enough, for my foot is the fleetest in Scot- land; and what are such hills as these to me? Tush! I have seen some border forays, among wilder spirits, and craftier men than these be. Once I mind some years agone, when I was quite a stripling lad,' '"Worshipful guardian, ' I said, 'there is no time now for history. If thou art in no haste, I am, and cannot stay here idling. Only tell me, how I am akin and under wardship to thee, and what purpose brings thee here.' " ' In order, cousin — all things in order, even with fair ladies. First, I am thy uncle's son, my father is thy mother's brother, or at least thy grandmother's, — unless I am deceived in that which I have guessed, and no other man. For my father, being a leading lord in the councils of King Charles the Second, appointed me to learn the law; not for my livelihood, thank God, but because he felt the lack of it in affairs of state. But first, your leave, young Mistress Lorna; I cannot lay down legal maxims, without aid of smoke.' " He leaned against a willow-tree, and drawing from a gilded box a little dark thing like a stick, placed it between his lips, and then striking a flint on steel, made fire, and caught it upon touchwood. With this he kindled the tip of the stick, until it glowed with a ring of red, and then he breathed forth curls of smoke, blue, and smelling on the air, like spice. I had never seen this done before, though acquainted with tobacco-pipes; and it made me laugh, until I thought of the peril that must follow it. "'Cousin, have no fear,' he said; 'this makes me all the safer : they will take me for a glow-worm, and thee for the flower it shines upon. But to return — of law I learned, as you may suppose, but little; although I have capacities. But the thing was far too dull for me. x\ll I care for is adventure, moving chance, and hot encounter; therefore all of law I 138 LOIiNA I)00^'E. learned, was liow to live without it. Nevertheless^ for amuse- ment's sake, as I must needs be at my desk an hour or so in the afternoon, I ' took to the sporting branch of the law, the pitfalls, and the ambuscades ; and of all the traps to be laid therein, pedigrees are the rarest. There is scarce a man worth a cross of butter, but what you may find a hole in his shield,- within four generations. And so I struck our own escutcheon, and it sounded hollow. There is a point — but heed not that ; enough that being curious now, I followed up the quarry, and I am come to this at last — we, even we, the lords of Loch Awe, have an outlaw for our cousin ; and I would we had more, if they be like you.' "'Sir,' I answered, being amused by his manner, which was new to me (for the Doones are much in earnest), 'surely you count it no disgrace, to be of kin to Sir Ensor Doone, and all his honest family ! ' '"If it be so, it is in truth the very highest honor, and would heal ten holes in our escutcheon. What noble family, but springs from a captain among robbers? Trade alone can spoil our blood ; robbery purifies it. The robbery of one age is the chivalry of the next. We may start anew, and vie with even the nobility of France, if we can once enrol but half the Doones upon our lineage.' "'I like not to hear you speak of the Doones, as if they were no more than that, ' I exclaimed, being now unreasonable ; 'but will you tell me, once for all, sir, how you are my guardian? ' " ' That I will do. You are my ward, because you were my father's ward, under the Scottish law; and now my father being so deaf, I have succeeded to that right — at least in my own opinion — under which claim 1 am here, to neglect my trust no longer, but to lead you away from scenes and deeds, which (though of good repute and comely) are not the best for young gentlewomen. There, spoke I not like a guardian? After that can you mistrust me?' '■'But,' said I, 'good cousin Alan (if I may so call you), it is not meet for young gentlewomen, to go away with young gentlemen, though fifty times their guardians. But if you will only come with me, and explain your tale to my grand- father, he will listen to you quietly, and take no advantage of you.' "'I thank you much, kind Mistress Lorna, to lead the goose into the fox's den! But, setting by all thought of danger, I have other reasons against it. Now, come with your faithful guardian, child. I will pledge my honor against all harm, LORN A ENDS HEB STORY. 139 and to bear you safe to London. By the law of the realm, I am now entitled to the custody of your fair person, and of all your chattels.' "'But, sir, all that you have learned of law, is how to live without it.' '"Fairly met, fair cousin mine ! Your wit will do me credit, after a little sharpening. And there is none to do that better than your aunt, my mother. Although she knows not of my coming, she is longing to receive you. Come; and in a few months' time, you shall set the mode at Court, instead of pin- ing here, and weaving coronals of daisies.' "I turned aside, and thought a little. Although he seemed so light of mind, and gay in dress and manner, I could not doubt his honesty ; and saw, beneath his jaunty air, true mettle, and ripe bravery. Scarce had I thought of his project twice, until he spoke of my aunt, his mother ; but then the form of my dearest friend, my sweet aunt Sabina, seemed to come, and bid me listen; for this was what she had prayed for. More- over I felt (though not as noAv) that Doone Glen was no place for me, or any proud young maiden. But while I thought, the yellow lightning spread behind a bulk of clouds, three times ere the flash was done, far off, and void of thunder; and from the pile of cloud before it, cut as from black paper, and lit to depths of blackness by the blaze behind it, a form as of an aged man, sitting in a chair, loose-mantled, seemed to lift a hand, and warn. " This minded me of my grandfather, and all the care I owed him. Moreover, now the storm was rising, and I began to grow afraid; for of all things awful to me, thunder is the dreadfulest. It doth so growl, like a lion coming; and then so roll, and roar, and rumble, out of a thickening darkness; then crack like the last trump overhead, through cloven air and terror ; tliat all my heart lies low and quivers, like a weed in water. I listened now for the distant rolling of the great black storm, and heard it, and was hurried by it. But the youth before me waved his rolled tobacco at it, and drawled in his daintiest tone and manner, — " ' The sky is having a smoke, I see, and dropping sparks, and grumbling. I should have thought these Exmoor hills too small to gather thunder.' " ^ I cannot go, I will not go with you. Lord Alan Brandir, ' I answered, being vexed a little by those words of his. -'You are not grave enough for me, you are not old enough for me. My Aunt Sabina would not have wished it; nor would I leave 140 LOENA BOONE. my grandfather, without his full permission. I thank you much for coming, sir; but be gone at once by the way you came; and pray how did you come, sir?' "'Fair cousin, you will grieve for this; you will mourn, when you cannot mend it. I would my mother had been here ; soon would she have persuaded you. And yet, ' he added, with the smile of his accustomed gaiety, ' it would have been an unco thing, as we say in Scotland, for her ladyship to have waited upon you, as her graceless son has done, and hopes to do again ere long. Down the cliffs I came ; and up them I must make way back again. ^N'ow adieu, fair cousin Lorna, I see you are in iiaste to-night; but I am right proud of my guardianship. Give me just one flower for token ' — here he kissed his hand to me, and I threw him a truss of woodbine — 'adieu, fair cousin, trust me well, I will soon be here again.' "'That thou never shalt, sir,' cried a voice as loud as a culverin; and Carver Doone had Alan Brandir, as a spider hath a fly. The bo}^ made a little shriek at flrst, with the sud- den shock and the terror; then he looked, methought, ashamed of himself, and set his face to fight for it. Very bravely he strove, and struggled, to free one arm, and to grasp his sword; but as well might an infant buried alive attempt to lift his gravestone. Carver Doone, with his great arms Avrapped around the slim gay body, smiled (as I saw by the flash from lieaven) at the poor young face turned up to him ; then (as a nurse bears off a child, who is loth to go to bed) he lifted the youth from his feet, and bore him away into the darkness. " I was young then. I am older now : older by ten years, in thought, although it is not a twelvemonth since. If that black deed were done again, I could follow, and could combat it, could throw weak arms on the murderer, and strive to be murdered also. I am now at home with violence; and no dark death surprises me. "But, being as I was that night, the horror overcame me. The crash of thunder overhead, the last despairing look, the death-piece framed with blaze of lightning — my young heart was so affrighted, that I could not gasp. My breath went from me, and I knew not where I was, or who, or what. Only that I lay, and cowered, under great trees full of thunder ; and could neither count, nor moan, nor have m}^ feet to help me. " Yet hearkening, as a coward does, through the wailing of the wind, and echo of far noises, I heard a sharp sound as of iron, and a fall of heavy wood. No unmanly shriek came with it. neither cry for mercy. Carver Doone knows what it Avas; and so did Alan Brandir." A LOJSG SPUING MONTH. 141 Here Lorna Doone could tell no more, being overcome with weeping. Only through her tears she whispered, as a thing too bad to tell, that she had seen that giant Carver, in a few days afterwards, smoking a little round brown stick, like those of her poor cousin. I could not press her any more with ques- tions, or for clearness ; although I longed very mucli to know, whether she had spoken of it, to her grandfather, or the Coun- sellor. But she was now in such condition, both of mind and body, from the force of her own fear multiplied by telling it, that I did nothing more than coax her, at a distance humbly; and so that she could see that some one was at least afraid of her. This (although I knew not women in those days, as now I do, and never shall know much of it), this, I say, sx) brought her round, that all her fear was now for me, and how to get me safely off, without mischance to any one. And sooth to say, in spite of longing just to see if Master Carver could have served me such a trick — as it grew towards the dusk, I was not best pleased to be there; for it seemed a lawless place, and some of Lorna' s fright stayed with me, as I talked it away from her. CHAPTEE XXII. A LONG SPRING MONTH. After hearing that tale from Lorna, I went home in sorry spirits, having added fear for her, and misery about her, to all my other ailments. And was it not quite certain now, that she being owned full cousin to a peer and lord of Scotland (although he was a dead one), must have naught to do with me, a yeoman's son, and bound to be the father of more yeo- men? I had been sorry, when first I heard about that poor young popinjay, and would gladly have fought hard for him : but now it struck me that after all he had no right to be there, prowling (as it were) for Lorna, without any invitation : and we farmers love not trespass. Still, if I had seen the thing, I must have tried to save him. Moreover, I was greatly vexed with my own hesitation, stupidity, or shyness, or whatever else it was, which had held me back from saying, ere she told her stor}^, what was in my heart to say, videlicet, that I must die unless she let me love her. Kot that I was fool enoudi to tliiiik that she would 142 LORNA BOONE. answer me according to my liking, or begin to care about me for a long time yet ; if indeed she ever should, which 1 hardly dared to hope. But that I had heard from men more skilful in the matter, that it is wise to be in time, that so the maids- may begin to think, when they know that they are thought of. And, to tell the truth, I had bitter fears, on account of her wondrous beauty, lest some young fellow of higher birth, and finer parts, and finish, might steal in before poor me, and cut me out altogether. Thinking of which, I used to double my great fist, without knowing it, and keep it in my pocket ready. But the worst of all was this, that in my great dismay and anguish to see Lorna weeping so, I had promised not to cause her any further trouble from anxiety and fear of harm. And this, being brought to practice, meant that I was not to show myself within the precincts of Glen Doone, for at least another month. Unless indeed (as I contrived to edge into the agree- ment) anything should happen to increase her present trouble and every day's uneasiness. In that case, she was to throw a dark mantle, or covering of some sort, over a large white stone, which hung within the entrance to her retreat — I mean the outer entrance — and which, though unseen from the valley itself, was (as I had observed) conspicuous from the height where I stood with Uncle Beuben. Xow coming home so sad and weary, yet trying to console myself with the thought that love o'erleapeth rank, and must still be lord of all, I found a shameful thing going on, which made me very angry. For it needs must happen that young Marwood de Whichehalse, only son of the Baron, riding home that very evening, from chasing of the Exmoor bustards, with his hounds and serving-men, should take the short cut through our farm-yard, and being dry from his exercise, should come and ask for drink. And it needs must happen also that there should be none to give it to him but my sister Annie. I more than suspect that he had heard some report of our Annie's comeliness, and had a mind to satisfy himself upon the sub- ject. Now, as he took the large ox-horn of our quarantine- apple cider (which we always keep apart from the rest, being too good except for the quality), he let his fingers dwell on Annie's, by some sort of accident, while he lifted his beaver gallantly, and gazed on her face in the light from the west. Then what did Annie do (as she herself told me afterwards) but make her very best courtesy to him, being pleased that he was pleased with her, while she thought what a fine young man he was, and so much breeding about him! And in truth A LONG SPBING MONTH. 143 he was a dark, handsome fellow, hasty, reckless, and change- able, with a look of sad destiny in his black eyes that would make any woman pity him. What he was thinking of our Annie is not for me to say; although I may think that you could not have found another such maiden on Exmoor, except (of course) my Lorna. Though young Squire Marwood was so thirsty, he spent much time over his cider, or at any rate over the ox-horn, and he made many bows to Annie, and drank health to all the family, and spoke of me as if I had been his very best friend at Blundell's; whereas he knew well enough, all the time, that we had naught to say to one another; he being three years older, and therefore loftily disdaining me. But while he was casting about perhaps for some excuse to stop longer, and Annie was beginning to fear lest mother sliould come after her, or Eliza be at the window, or Betty up in pigs' house, suddenly there came up to them, as if from the very heart of the earth, that long, low, hollow, mysterious sound, which I spoke of in the winter. The young man started in his saddle, let the horn fall on the horse-steps, and gazed all around in wonder; while as for Annie, she turned like a ghost, and tried to slam the door, but failed through the violence of her trembling ; for never till now had any one heard it so close at hand (as you might say), or in the mere fall of the twilight. And by this time there was no man, at least in our parish, but knew — for the Parson himself had told us so — that it w^as the devil groaning, because the Doones were too many for him. Marwood de Whichehalse was not so alarmed but what he saw a fine opportunity. He leaped from his horse, and laid hold of dear Annie in a highly comforting manner; and she never would tell us about it (being so shy and modest), whether in breathing his comfort to her, he tried to take some from her pure lips. I hope he did not, because that to me would seem not the deed of a gentleman, and he was of good old family. At this very moment, who should come in to the end of the passage upon them, but the heavy writer of these doings, I, John Ridel myself, and walking the faster, it may be, on account of the noise I mentioned? I entered the house with some wrath upon me at seeing the gazehounds in the yard; for it seems a cruel thing to me to harass the birds in the breeding-time. And to my amazement there I saw Squire Marwood among the milk-pans, with his arm around our Annie's waist, and Annie all blushing and coaxing him off, for she was not come to scold yet. 144 LORNA DOONE. Perhaps I was wrong; God knows, and if I was, no doubt I shall pay for it; but I gave him the flat of my hand on his head, and down he went in the thick of the milk-pans. He would have had my fist, I doubt, but for having been at school with me; and after that, it is like enough he would never have spoken another word. As it was, he lay stunned, with the cream running on him; while I took poor Annie up, and car- ried her in to mother, who had heard the noise, and was fright- ened. Concerning this matter I asked no more, but held myself ready to bear it out in any form convenient, feeling that I had done my duty, and cared not for the consequence; only for several days dear Annie seemed frightened, rather than grate- ful. But the oddest result of it was that Eliza, who had so despised me, and made very rude verses about me, now came trying to sit on my knee, and kiss me, and give me the best of the pan. However, I would not allow it, because I hate sud- den changes. Another thing also astonished me — namely, a beautiful letter from Marwood de Whichehalse himself (sent by a groom soon afterwards), in which he apologized to me, as if I had been his equal, for his rudeness to my sister, which was not intended in the least, but came of their common alarm at the moment, and his desire to comfort her. Also he begged per- mission to come and see me, as an old schoolfellow, and set everything straight between us, as should be among honest Blundellites. All this was so different to my idea of fighting out a quar- rel, when once it is upon a man, that I knew not what to make of it, but bowed to higher breeding. Only one thing I resolved upon, that come when he would, he should not see Annie. And to do my sister justice, she had no desire to see him. However, I am too easy, there is no doubt of that, being very quick to forgive a man, and very slow to suspect, unless he hath once lied to me. Moreover, as to Annie, it had always seemed to me (much against my wishes) that some shrewd love of a waiting sort was between her and Tom Faggus : and though Tom had made his fortune now, and every body respected him, he was not yet to be compared, in that point of respectability, with those people who hanged the robbers, when fortune turned against them. So young Squire Marwood came again, as though I had never smitten him, and spoke of it in as light a way, as if we were still at school together. It was not in my nature, at all. A LONG SPRING MONTR. 145 to keep any anger against him ; and I knew what a condescen- sion it was for him to visit us. And it is a very grievous thing, which touches small land-owners, to see an ancient family day by day decaying: and when we heard that Ley Barton itself, and all the Manor of Lynton, were under a heavy mortgage debt to John Lovering of Weare-Gifford, there was not much, in our little way, that we would not gladly do or suffer, for the benefit of De Whichehalse. Meanwhile the work of the farm was toward, and every day gave us more ado to dispose of what itself was doing. For after the long dry skeltering wind of March and part of April, there had been a fortnight of soft wet; and when the sun came forth again, hill and valley, wood and meadow, could not make enough of him. Many a s^^ring have I seen since then, but never yet two springs alike, and never one so beautiful. Or was it that my love came forth and touched the world with beauty? The spring was in our valley now; creeping first for shelter shyly in the pause of the blustering wind. There the lambs came bleating to her, and the orchis lifted up, and the thin dead leaves of clover lay, for the new ones to spring through. Then the stiffest things that sleep, the stubby oak, and the stunted beech, dropped their brown defiance to her, and pre- pared for a soft reply. While her over-eager children (who had started forth to meet her, through the frost and shower of sleet), catkin'd hazel, gold-gloved withy, youthful elder, and old woodbine, with all the tribe of good hedge-climbers (who must hasten, while haste they may) — was there one of them, that did not claim the merit of coming first? There she stayed, and held her revel, as soon as the fear of frost was gone ; all the air was a fount of freshness, and the earth of gladness, and the laughing waters prattled of the kindness of the sun. But all this made it much harder for us, plying the hoe and harrow, to keep the fields with room upon them for the corn to tiller. The winter wheat was well enough, being sturdy and strong-sided; but the spring wheat, and the barley, and oats were overrun by ill weeds growing faster. Therefore, as the old saying is, — " Farmer, that thy wife may thrive, Let not burr and burdock wive ; And if thou wouldst keep thy son. See that bine and gith have none." VOL. I. — 10 146 LORNA DOONE. So we were compelled to go clown the field and up it, strik- ing in and out with care where the green blades hung together, so that each had space to move in, and to spread its roots abroad. And I do assure you now, though you may not be- lieve me, it was harder work to keep John Fry, Bill Dadds, and Jem Slocomb all in a line, and all moving nimbly to the tune of my own tool, than it was to set out in the morning alone, and hoe half-an-acre by dinner-time. For, instead of keeping the good ash moving, they would for ever be finding something to look at, or to speak of, or at any rate, to stop with; blaming the shape of their tools perhaps, or talking about other people's affairs; or what was most irksome of all to me, taking advantage as married men, and whispering jokes of no excellence, about my having, or having not, or being- ashamed of a sweetheart. And this went so far at last, that I was forced to take two of them, and knock their heads together; after which they worked with a better will. When we met together in the evening round the kitchen chimney-place, after the men had had their supper, and their heavy boots were gone, my mother, and Eliza, would do their very utmost to learn what I was thinking of. Xot that we kept any fire now, after the crock was emptied ; but that we loved to see the ashes cooling, and to be together. At these times, Annie would never ask me any crafty questions (as Eliza did), but would sit with her hair untwined, and one hand underneath her chin, sometimes looking softly at me, as much as to say that she knew it all, and I was no worse off than she. But, strange to say, my mother dreamed not, even for an instant, that it was possible for Annie to be thinking of such a thing. She was so very good and quiet, and careful of the linen, and clever about the cookery, and fowls, and bacon-curing, that people used to laugh, and say she would never look at a bachelor, until her mother ordered her. But I (perhaps from my own condition, and the sense of what it was) felt no certainty about this, and even had another opin- ion, as was said before. Often I was much inclined to speak to her about it, and put her on her guard against the approaches of Tom Faggus ; but I could not find how to begin, and feared to make a breach between us; knowing that if her mind was set, no words of mine would alter it; although they needs must grieve her deeply. Moreover, I felt that, in this case, a certain homely Devonshire proverb would come home to me; that one, I mean, which records that the crock was calling the kettle A BOYAL INVITATION. 147 smutty. Not, of course, that I compared ni}- innocent maid to a highwayman; but that Annie might think her worse, and would be too apt to do so, if indeed she loved Tom Faggus. And our cousin Tom, by this time, was living a quiet and godly life ; having retired almost from the trade (except when he needed excitement, or came across public officers), and having won the esteem of all whose purses were in his power. Perhaps it is needless for me to say, that all this time, while my month was running — or rather crawling, for never month went so slow as that with me — neither weed, nor seed, nor cattle, nor my own mother's anxiety, nor any care for my sister, kept me from looking once every day, and even twice on a Sunday, for any sign of Lorna. For my heart was ever weary; in the budding valleys, and by the crystal waters, looking at the lambs in fold, or the heifers on the hill, labor- ing in trickled furrows, or among the beaded blades ; halting fresh to see the sun lift over the golden-vajDored ridge; or doffing hat, from sweat of brow, to watch him sink in the low gray sea; be it as it would, of day, of work, or night, or slumber, it was a weary heart I bore, and fear was on the brink of it. All the beauty of the spring went for happy men to think of; all the increase of the year was for other eyes to mark. Not a sign of any sunrise for me, from my fount of life ; not a breath to stir the dead leaves fallen on my heart's Spring. CHAPTER XXIII. A ROYAL IXVITATIOX. Although I had, for the most part, so very stout an appe- tite, that none but mother saw any need of encouraging me to eat, I could only manage one true good meal in a day, at the time I speak of. Mother was in despair at this, and tempted me with the whole of the rack, and even thought of sending to Porlock for a druggist who came there twice in a week ; and Annie spent all her time in cooking; and even Lizzie sang songs to me; for she could sing very sweetly. But my con- science told me that Betty Muxworthy had some reason upon her side. "Latt the young ozebird aloun, zay I. Makk zuch ado about un, wi' hogs'-puddens^ and hock-bits, and lambs '-mate, 148 LORNA nOONE. and whaten bradd indade, and brewers' ale avore dinner-time, and her not to zit wi' no winder aupen — draive me mad 'e doo, the lot OA^'ee, zuch a passel of voouls. Do' un good to starve a bit; and takk zome on's wackedness out ov un." But mother did not see it so; and she even sent for Nicholas Snowe to bring his three daughters with him, and have ale and cake in the parlor, and advise about what the bees were doing, and when a swarm might be looked for. Being vexed about this, and having to stop at home nearly half the even- ing, I lost good manners so much as to ask him (even in our own house!) what he meant by not mending the swing-hurdle, where the Lynn stream flows from our land into his, and which he is bound to maintain. But he looked at me in a suj^erior manner, and said, "Business, young man, in business time." I had other reason for being vexed with Farmer Nicholas just now, viz. that I had heard a rumor, after church one Sun- day — when most of all we sorrow over the sins of one another — that Master Nicholas Snowe had been seen to gaze tenderly at my mother, during a passage of the sermon, wherein the parson spoke well and warmly about the duty of Christian love. Now, putting one thing with another, about the bees, and about some ducks, and a bullock with a broken knee-cap, I more than suspected that Farmer Nicholas was casting sheep's eyes at my ;iiother; not only to save all further trouble in the matter of the hurdle, but to override me alto- gether upon the difficult question of damming. And I knew quite well that John Fry's wife never came to help at the washing, without declaring that it was a sin, for a well-looking woman like mother, with plenty to live on, and only three children, to keep all the farmers for miles around so unset- tled in their minds about her. Mother used to answer, " Oh fie, Mistress Fry! be good enough to mind your own busi- ness." But we always saw that she smoothed her apron, and did her hair up afterwards, and that Mistress Fry went home at night with a cold pig's foot, or a bowl of dripping. Therefore, on that very night, as I could not well speak to mother about it, without seeming undutiful, after lighting the three young ladies — for so in sooth they called themselves — all the way home with our stable lanthorn, I begged good leave of Farmer Nicholas (who had hung some way behind us) to say a word in private to him, before he entered his own house. " Wi' all the plaisure in laife, my zon," he answered, very graciously, thinking perhaps that I was prepared to speak concerning Sally. A ROYAL INVITATION, 149 "]N"ow, Farmer Nicholas Snowe," T said, scarce knowing how to begin it, "you must promise not to be vexed with me, for what I am going to say to you." " Vaxed wi' tliee! Noo, noo, my lad. I 'ave a knowed thee too long for that. And thy veyther were my best friend, avore thee. Never wronged his neighbors, never spak an unkind Avord, never had no maneness in him. Tuk a vancy to a nice young 'ooman, and never kep her in doubt about it, though there wadn't mooch to zettle on her. Spak his maind laike a man, he did; and right happy he were wi' her. Ah, well a day! Ah, God knoweth best. I never shall zee his laike again. And he were the best judge of a dung-heap, anywhere in this county." "Well, Master Snowe," I answered him, "it is very hand- some of you to say so. And now I am going to be like my father, I am going to speak my mind." "Kaight there, lad; raight enough, I reckon. Us has had enough of pralimbinary." " Then what I want to say is this — I won't have any one courting my mother." " Coortin' of thy mother, lad ? " cried Farmer Snowe, with as much amazement as if the thing were impossible ; " why, who ever hath been dooin' of it ? " " Yes, courting of my mother, sir. And you know best who comes doing it." " Wull, wull ! What will boys be up to next ? Zhud a' thought herzelf wor the proper judge. No thank 'ee, lad, no need of thy light. Know the wai to my own door, at laste ; and have a raight to goo there." And he shut me out, without so much as offering me a drink of cider. The next afternoon, when work was over, I had seen to the horses, for now it was foolish to trust John Fry, because he had so many children, and his wife had taken to scolding; and just as I was saying to myself, that in five days more my month would be clone, and myself free to seek Lorna, a man came riding up from the ford where the road goes through the Lynn stream. As soon as I saw that it was not Tom Faggus, I went no further to meet him, counting that it must be some traveller bound for Brendon or Cheriton, and likely enough he would come and beg for a draught of milk or cider; and then on again, after asking the way. But instead of that, he stopped at our gate, and stood up from his saddle, and holloed, as if he were somebody; and all the time he was flourishing- a white thing in the air, like the 150 LOBNA BOONE. bands our parson wearetli. So I crossed the court-yard to speak with him. "Service of the King!" he saith; "service of our lord the King! Come hither, thou great yokel, at risk of fine and imprisonment." Although not pleased with this, I went to him, as became a loyal man; quite at my leisure, however, for there is no man born who can hurry me, though I hasten for any woman. "Plover Barrows farm!" said he; "God only knows how tired I be. Is there anywhere in this cursed county a cursed place called 'Plover Barrows farm '? For last twenty mile at least they told me, 'twere only half-a-mile further, or only just round corner. Now tell me that, and I fain would thwack thee, if thou wert not thrice my size." "Sir," I replied, "you shall not have the trouble. This is Plover's Barrows farm, and you are kindly welcome. Sheep's kidneys is for supper, and the ale got bright from the tap- ping. But why do you think ill of us? We like not to be cursed so." "Nay, I think no ill," he said; "sheep's kidneys is good, uncommon good, if they do them without burning. But I be so galled in the saddle ten days, and never a comely meal of it. And when they hear 'King's service' cried, they give me the worst of everything. All the way down from London, I had a rogue of a fellow in front of me, eating the fat of the land before me, and every one bowing down to him. He could go three miles to my one, though he never changed his horse. He might have robbed me at any minute, if I had been w^orth the trouble. A red mare he rideth, strong in the loins, and pointed quite small in the head. I shall live to see him hanged yet." All this time he was riding across the straw of our court- yard, getting his weary legs out of the leathers, and almost afraid to stand yet. A coarse-grained, hafd-faced man he was, some forty years of age or so, and of middle height and stat- ure. He was dressed in a dark brown riding suit, none the better for Exmoor mud, but fitting him very differently from the fashion of our tailors. Across the holsters lay his cloak, made of some red skin, and shining from the sweating of the horse. As I looked down on his stiff bright head-piece, small quick eyes, and black needly beard, he seemed to despise me (too much, as I thought) for a mere ignoramus and country bumpkin. "Annie, have down the cut ham," I shouted; for my sister A BOYAL INVITATION. 151 was come to the door by chance, or because of the sound of a horse in the road, "and cut a few rashers of hung deer's meat. There is a gentleman come to sup, Annie. And fetch the hops out of the tap with a skewer, that it may run more sparkling. " "I wish I may go to a place never meant for me," said my new friend, now wiping his mouth with the sleeve of his brown riding coat, " if ever I fell among such good folk. You are the right sort, and no error therein. All this shall go in your favor greatly, when I make deposition. At least, I mean, if it be as good in the eating as in the hearing. 'Tis a supper quite lit for Tom Faggus himself, the man who hath stolen my victuals so. And that hung deer's meat, now is it of the red deer running wild in these parts ? " "To be sure it is, sir," I answered; "where should we get any other ? " "Eight, right, you are right, my son. I have heard that the flavor is marvellous. Some of them came and scared me so, in the fog of the morning, that I hungered for them ever since. Ha, ha, I saw their haunches. But the young lady will not forget — art sure she will not forget it ? " "You may trust her to forget nothing, sir, that may tempt a guest to his comfort." "In faith, then, I will leave my horse in your hands, and be off for it. Half the pleasure of the mouth is in the nose beforehand. But stay, almost I forgot my business, in the hurry which thy tongue hath spread through my lately despairing belly. Hungry I am, and sore of body, from my heels right upward, and sorest in front of my doublet; yet may I not rest, nor bite barley-bread, until I have seen and touched John Ridd. God grant that he be not far away; I must eat my saddle, if it be so." "Have no fear, good sir," I answered; "you have seen and touched John Eidd. I am he, and not one likely to go be- neath a bushel." " It would take a large bushel to hold thee, John Ridd. In the name of the King, His Majesty, Charles the Second, these presents ! " He touched me with the white thing which I had first seen him waving, and which T now beheld to be sheepskin, such as they call parchment. It was tied across with cord, and fastened down in every corner with unsightly dabs of wax. By order of the messenger (for I was over-frightened now to think of doing anything), I broke enough of seals to keep an 152 LORN A DOONE. Easter ghost from rising; and there I saw my name in large; God grant such another shock may never befall me in my old age. " Eead, my son ; read, thou great fool, if indeed thou canst read," said the officer to encourage me; "there is nothing to kill thee, boy, and my supper will be spoiling. Stare not at me so, thou fool ; thou art big enough to eat me ; read, read, read." " If you please, sir, what is your name ? " I asked : though why I asked him I know not, except from fear of witchcraft. "Jeremy Stickles is my name, lad, nothing more than a poor apparitor of the worshipful Court of King's Bench. And at this moment a starving one, and no supper for me, unless thou wilt read." Being compelled in this way, I read pretty nigh as follows ; not that I give the whole of it, but only the gist and the emphasis: — "To our good subject, John Eidd, &c." — describing me ever so much better than I knew myself — " by these presents, greeting. These are to require thee, in the name of our lord the King, to appear in person before the Eight Worshipful the Justices of His Majesty's Bench at Westminster, laying aside all thine own business, and there to deliver such evi- dence as is within thy cognizance, touching certain matters whereby the peace of our said lord the King, and the well- being of this realm, is, are, or otherwise may be impeached, impugned, imperilled, or otherwise detrimented. As witness these presents." And then there were four seals, and then a signature I could not make out, only that it began with a J, and ended with some other writing, done almost in a circle. Underneath was added in a different handwriting, "Charges will be borne. The matter is full urgent." The messenger watched me, while I read so much as I could read of it; and he seemed well-pleased with my surprise, be- cause he had expected it. Then, not knowing what else to do, I looked again at the cover, and on the top of it I saw, " Eide, Eide, Eide! On His Gracious Majesty's business; spur and spare not." It may be supposed by all who know me, that I was taken hereupon with such a giddiness in my head, and noisiness in my ears, that I was forced to hold by the crook driven in below the thatch for holding of the hay-rakes. There was scarcely any sense left in me, only that the thing was come by power of Mother Melldrum, because I despised her warning, and had A ROYAL INVITATION. 163 again sought Lorna. But the officer was grieved for me, and the danger to his supper. "My son, be not afraid," he said; "we are not going to skin thee. Only thou tell all the truth, and it shall be — but never mind, I will tell thee all about it, and how to come out harmless, if T find thy victuals good, and no delay in serving them." "We do our best, sir, without bargain," said I, "to please our visitors." But when my mother saw that parchment (for we could not keep it from her) she fell away into her favorite bed of stock gilly -flowers, which she had been tending; and when we brought her round again, did nothing but exclaim against the wickedness of the age and people. "It was useless to tell her; she knew what it was, and so should all the parish know. The King had heard what her son was, how sober, and quiet, and diligent, and the strongest young man in England; and being himself such a reprobate — God forgive her for saying so — he could never rest till he got poor Johnny, and made him as dissolute as himself. And if he did that " — here mother went off into a fit of crying ; and Annie minded her face, while Lizzie saw that her gown was in comely order. But the character of the King improved, when Master Jer- emy Stickles (being really moved by the look of it, and no bad man after all) laid it clearly before my mother, that the King on his throne was unhappy, until he had seen John Eidd. That the fame of John had gone so far, and his size, and all his virtues — that verily by the God who made him, the King was overcome with it. ■ Then mother lay back in her garden chair, and smiled upon the whole of us, and most of all on Jeremy; looking only shyly on me, and speaking through some break of tears. "His Majesty shall have my John; His Majesty is very good: but only for a fortnight. I want no titles for him. Johnny is enough for me; and Master John for the working men." Now though my mother was so willing that I should go to London, expecting great promotion and high glory for me, I myself was deeply gone into the pit of sorrow. For what would Lorna think of me? Here was the long month just expired, after worlds of waiting; there would be her lovely self, peep- ing softly down the glen, and fearing to encourage me; yet there would be nobody else, and what an insult to her! Dwell- ing upon this, and seeing no cliance of escape from it, I could not find one wink of sleep ; though Jeremy Stickles (who slept 154 LORNA BOONE. close by) snored loud enough to spare me some. For I felt myself to be, as it were, in a place of some importance ; in a situation of trust, I may say; and bound not to depart from it. For who could tell what the King might have to say to me about the Doones — and I felt that they were at the bottom of this strange appearance — or what His Majesty might think, if after receiving a message from him (trusty under so many seals) I were to violate his faith in me as a churchwarden's son, and falsely spread his words abroad? Perhaps I was not wise in building such a wall of scruples. Nevertheless, all that Avas there, and weighed upon me heavily. And at last I made up my mind to this, that even Lorna must not know the reason of my going, neither anything about it; but that she might know I was gone a long way from home, and perhaps be sorry for it. Xow how was I to let her know even that much of the matter, without breaking compact? Puzzling on this, I fell asleep, after the proper time to get up ; nor was I to be seen at breakfast time ; and mother (being quite strange to that) was very uneasy about it. But Master Stickles assured her that the King's writ often had that effect, and the symptom was a good one. "Now, Master Stickles, when must we start?" I asked liini, as he lounged in the yard, gazing at our turkey poults picking and running in the sun, to the tune of their father's gobble. " Your horse was greatly foundered, sir, and is hardly tit for the road to-day; and Smiler was sledding yesterday all up the higher Cleve; and none of the rest can carry me." "In a few more years," replied the King's officer, contem- plating me with much satisfaction, " 'twill be a cruelty to any horse to put thee on his back, John." Master Stickles, by this time was quite familiar with us, calling me "Jack," and Eliza "Lizzie," and what I liked the least of all, our pretty Annie "Nancy." "That will be as God pleases, sir," I answered him, rather sharply; "and the horse that suffers will not be thine. But I wish to know, when we must start upon our long travel to London town. I perceive that the matter is of great despatch and urgency." "To be sure, so it is, my son. But I see a yearling turkey there, him I mean with the hop in his walk, who (if I know aught of fowls) would roast well to-morrow. Thy mother must have preparation: it is no more than reasonable. Now, have that turkey killed to-night (for his fatness makes me long for him), and we will have him for dinner to-morrow, with, per- A ROYAL INVUATIOy. 155 haps, one of his brethren; and a few more coUops of red deer's flesh for supper ; and then on the Friday morning, with the grace of God, we will set our faces to the road, upon His Majesty's business." "Xay, but good sir," I asked with some trembling, so eager was I to see Lorna; "if His Majesty's business will keep till Friday, may it not keep until Monday? We have a litter of sucking-pigs, excellently choice and white, six weeks old, come Friday. There be too many for the sow, and one of tliem needeth roasting. Think you not, it would be a pity to leave the women to carve it?'' "My son Jack," replied Master Stickles, ''never was I in such quarters yet : and God forbid that I should be so unthank- ful to Him as to hurry away. And now I think on it, Friday is not a day upon which pious people love to commence an enterprise. 1 will choose the young pig to-morrow at noon, at which time they are wont to gambol ; and we will celebrate his birthday by carving him on Friday. After that we will gird our loins, and set forth early on Saturday." Now this was little better to me than if we had set forth at once, Sunday being the very first day, upon which it would be honorable for me to enter Glen Doone. But though I tried every possible means with Master Jeremy Stickles, offering him the choice for dinner of every beast that was on the farm, he durst not put off our departure later than the Saturda3^ And nothing else but love of us, and of our hospitality, would have so persuaded him to remain with us till then. Therefore now my only chance of seeing Lorna, before I went, lay in watching from the cliff and espying her, or a signal from her. This, however, I did in vain, until my eyes were weary, and often would delude themselves with hope of what they ached for. But thougli I lay hidden behind the trees upon the crest of the stony fall, and waited so quiet that the rabbits and squirrels played around me, and even the keen-eyed weasel took me for a trunk of wood — it was all as one ; no cast of color changed the white stone, whose whiteness now was hate- ful to me; nor did wreath or skirt of maiden break the loneli- ness of the vale. 156 LOENA DOONE. CHAPTER XXIY. A SAFE PASS FOR KINg's MESSENGEE. A JOURNEY to London seemed to us, in those bygone days, as hazardous and dark an adventure as could be forced on any man. I mean, of course, a poor man ; for to a great nobleman with ever so many outriders, attendants, and retainers, the risk was not so great, unless the highwaymen knew of their coming beforehand, and so combined against them. To a poor man, however, the risk was not so much from those gentlemen of the road, as from the more ignoble footpads, and the land- lords of the lesser hostels, and the locse unguarded soldiers, over and above the pitfalls and the quagmires of the way; so that it was hard to settle, at the first outgoing, whether a man were wise to pray more for his neck or for his head. But now-a-days it is very different. Kot that highwaymen are scarce, in this the reign of our good Queen Anne; for in truth they thrive as well as ever, albeit they deserve it not, be- ing less upright and courteous — but that the roads are much improved, and the growing use of stage-waggons (some of which will travel as much as forty miles in a summer day) has turned our ancient ideas of distance almost upside down; and I doubt whether God be pleased with our flying so fast away from Him. However, that is not my business; nor does it lie in my mouth to speak very strongly upon the subject, seeing how much I myself have done towards making of roads upon Exmoor. To return to my story (and, in truth, I lose that road too often), it would have taken ten King's messengers to get me away from Plover's Barrows, without one good-bye to Lorna, but for my sense of the trust and reliance which His Majesty had reposed in me. And now I felt most bitterly, how the very arrangements which seemed so wise, and indeed ingenious, may by the force of events become our most fatal obstacles. For lo ! I was blocked entirely from going to see Lorna; whereas we should have fixed it so that I as well might have the power of signalling my necessity. It was too late now to think of that; and so I made up my mind at last to keep my honor on both sides, both to the King and to the maiden, although I might lose everything except a heavy heart for it. And indeed, more hearts than mine were A SAFE PASS FOR KING'S MESSENGER. 157 heavy; for when it came to the tug of parting, my mother was like, and so was Annie, to break down altogether. But I bade them be of good cheer, and smiled in the briskest manner upon them, and said that I should be b_ack next week as one of His Majesty's greatest captains, and told them not to fear me then. Upon Avhich they smiled at the idea of ever being afraid of me, whatever dress I might have on ; and so I kissed my hand once more, and rode away very bravely. But bless your heart, I could no more have done so than flown all the way to London, if Jeremy Stickles had not been there. And not to take too much credit to myself in this matter, I must confess that when we were come to the turn of the road, where the moor begins, and whence you see the last of the 3^ard, and the ricks and the poultry round them, and can (by know- ing the place) obtain a glance of the kitchen window under the walnut-tree, it went so hard with me just here, that I even made pretence of a stone in ancient Smiler's shoe, to dismount, and to bend my head awhile. Then, knowing that those I had left behind would be watching to see the last of me, and might have false hopes of my coming back, I mounted again with all possible courage, and rode after Jeremy Stickles. Jeremy, seeing how much I was down, did his best to keep me up with jokes, and tales, and light discourse, until, before we had ridden a league, I began to long to see the things he was describing. The air, the weather, and the thoughts of going to a wondrous place, as well as the fine company — at least so Jeremy said it was — of a man who knew all London, made me feel that I should be ungracious not to laugh a little. And being very simple then I laughed no more a little, but some- thing quite considerable (though free from consideration) at the strange things Master Stickles told me, and his strange way of telling them. And so we became very excellent friends, for he was much pleased with my laughing. Not wishing to thrust myself more forward than need be in this narrative, I have scarcely thought it becoming or right to speak of my own adornments. But now, what with tlie brave clothes I had on, and the better ones still that were packed up in the bag behind the saddle, it is almost beyond me to forbear saying that I must have looked very pleasing. And many a time I wished, going along, that Lorna could only be here and there, watching behind a furze-bush, looking at me, and won- dering how much my clothes had cost. For mother would have no stint in the matter, but had assembled at our house, immediately upon knowledge of what was to be about London, 158 LORNA DOONE. every man known to be a good stitcher upon our side of Exmoor. And for three days they had -worked their best, without thrift of beer or cider, according to the constitution of each. The result, so they all declared, was such as to create admiration, and defy competition in London. And to me it seemed that they were quite right; though Jeremy Stickles turned up his nose and feigned to be deaf in the business. Now be that matter as you please — for the point is not worth arguing — certain it is that my appearance was better than it had been before. For being in the best clothes, one tries to look and to act (so far as may be) up to the quality of them. Not only from the fear of soiling them, but that they enlarge a man's perception of his value. And it strikes me that our sins arise, partly from disdain of others, but mainly from con- tempt of self, both working the despite of God. But men of mind may not be measured by such paltry rule as this. By dinner-time we arrived at Porlock, and dined with my old friend. Master Pooke, now growing rich and portly. For though we had plenty of victuals with us, we were not to begin upon them, until all chance of victualling among our friends was left behind. And during that first day we had no need to meddle with our store at all; for as had been settled before we left home, we lay that night at Dunster, in the house of a worthy tanner, first cousin to my mother, who received us very cordially, and undertook to return old Smiler to his stable at Plover's Barrows, after one day's rest. Tlience we hired to Bridgewater ; and from Bridgewater on to Bristowe, breaking the journey between the two. But al- though the whole way was so new to me, and such a perpet- ual source of conflict, that the remembrance still abides with me, as if it were but yesterday, I must not be so long in tell- ing as it was in travelling, or you will wish me further; both because Lorna was nothing there, and also because a man in our neighborhood hath done the whole of it since my tim^e, and feigns to think nothing of it. However, one thing, in common justice to a person who has been traduced, I am bound to men- tion. And this is, that being two of us, and myself of such magnitude, we never could have made our journey without either tight or running, but for the free pass which dear Annie, by some means (I know not what), had procured from Master Faggus. And when I let it be known, by some hap, that I was the own cousin of Tom Faggus, and honored with his society, there was not a house upon the road but was proud to entertain me, in spite of my fellow-traveller bearing the red badge of the King. A SAFE PASS FOB KING'S MESSENGER. 159 "I will keep this close, my son Jack," he said, having stripped it off with a carving-knife ; " your flag is the best to fly. The man who starved me on the way down, the same shall feed me fat going home." Therefore w^e pursued our way, in excellent condition, hav- ing thriven upon the credit of that very popular highwayman, and being surrounded with regrets that he had left the profes- sion, and sometimes begged to intercede that he might help the road again. For all the landlords on the road declared that now small ale was drunk, nor much of spirits called for; because the farmers need not prime to meet only common riders, neither were these worth the while to get drunk with afterwards. Master Stickles himself undertook, as an officer of the King's Justices, to plead this case with Squire Faggus (as everybody called him now), and to induce him, for the general good, to return to his proper ministr3^ It was a long and weary journe}', although the roads are wondrous good on the further side of Bristowe, and scarcely any man need be bogged, if he keeps his eyes well open, save, perhaps, in Berkshire. In consequence of the pass we had, and the vintners' knowledge of it, we only met two public riders, one of whom made off straightway when he saw my compan- ion's pistols and the stout carbine I bore; and the other came to a parley with us, and proved most kind and affable, when he knew himself in the ]n-esence of the cousin of Squire Faggus. "God save you, gentlemen," he cried, lifting his hat politely; " many and many a happy day, I have worked this road with him. Such times will never be again. But commend me to his love and prayers. King my name is, and King my nature. Say that, and none will harm you." And so he made off down the hill, being a perfect gentleman, and a very good horse he was riding. The night was falling very thick by the time we were come to Tyburn, and here the King's officer decided that it would be wise to halt; because the way was unsafe by night across the fields to Charing village. I for my. part was nothing loth, and preferred to see London by daylight. And after all, it was not worth seeing, but a very hideous and dirty place, not at all like Exmoor. Some of the shops were very fine, and the signs above them finer still, so that I ■ was never weary of standing still to look at them. But in doing this there Avas no ease ; for before one could begin almost to make out the meaning of them, either some of the way-farers would bustle, and scowl, and draw their swords, or the owner, IBO LOBNA DOONE. or his apprentice boys, would rush out and catch hold of me, crying, "Buy, buy, buy! What dy'e lack, what dy'e lack? Buy, buy, buy ! " At first I mistook the meaning of this — for so we pronounce the w^ord "bo}^" upon Exmoor, — and I an- swered with some indignation, " Sirrah, I am no boy now, but a man of one-and-twenty years; and as for lacking, I lack nought from thee, except wliat thou liast not — good manners." The only things that pleased me much were the river Thames, and the hall and church of Westminster, where there are brave things to be seen, and braver still to think about. But when- ever I wandered in the streets, what with the noise the people made, the number of the coaches, the runniiTg- of the footmen, the swaggering of great courtiers, and thrusting aside of every body, many and many a time I longed to be back among the sheep again, for fear of losing temper. They were welcome to the wall for me, as I took care to tell them, for I could stand without the wall, which perhaps was more than they could do. I'hough I said this with the best intention, meaning no dis- courtesy, some of them were vexed at it; and one young lord, being flushed with drink, drew his sword and made at me. But I struck it up with my holly stick, so that it flew on the roof of a house, then I took him by the belt Avith one hand, and laid him in the kennel. This caused some little disturb- ance : but none of the rest saw tit to try how the matter might be with them. Now this being the year of our Lord 1683, more than nine years and a half since the death of my father, and the begin- ning of this history, all London was in a great ferment, about the dispute between the Court of the King and the City. The King, or rather perhaps his party (for they said that His Majesty cared for little, except to have plenty of money and spend it), was quite resolved to be supreme in the appointment of the chief officers of the corporation. But the citizens main- tained that (under their charter) this right lay entirel^^ with themselves ; upon which a writ was issued against them for forfeiture of their charter; and the question w^as now being tried in the court of His Majesty's bench. This seemed to occupy all the attention of the judges, and my case (which had appeared so urgent) was put off from time to time, while the Court and the City contended. And so hot. was the conflict and hate between them, that a sheriff had been lined by the king in 100,000?., and a former lord mayor had even been sentenced to the pillory, because he would not swear A SAFE PASS FOB KING'S MESSENGEB. 161 falsely. Hence the courtiers and the citizens scarce could meet in the streets with patience, or without railing and frequent blows. Now although I heard so much of this matter, for nothing else was talked of, and it seemed to me more important even than the church wardenship of Oare, I could not for the life of me tell which side I should take to. For all my sense of posi- tion, and of conhdence reposed in me, and of my father's opinions, lay heavily in one scale; while all my reason, and iny heart, went down plump against injustice, and seemed to win the other scale. Even so my fatlier had been, at the breaking out of the civil war, when he was less than my age now, and even less skilled in politics : and my mother told me after this, when she saw how 1 myself was doubting, and vexed with myself for doing so, that my father used to thank God often, that he had not been called upon to take one side or other, but might remaiu obscure and quiet. And yet he always considered himself to be a good sound Royalist. But now as I stayed there, only desirous to be heard and to get away, and scarcely even guessing yet what was wanted of me (for even Jeremy Stickles knew not, or pretended not to know), things came to a dreadful pass, between the King and all the people who dared to have an opinion. For about the middle of June, the judges gave their sentence, that the City of London had forfeited its charter, and that its franchise should be taken into the hands of the King. Scarcely Avas this judgment forth, and all men hotly talking of it, when a far worse thing befell. News of some great conspiracy was spread at every corner, and that a man in the malting business had tried to take up the brewer's work, and lop the King, and the Duke of York. Every body was shocked at this, for the King himself was not disliked so much as his advisers; but every body was more than shocked, grieved indeed to the heart with pain, at hearing that Lord William Russell, and Mr. Algernon Sidney, had been seized and sent to the Tower of London, upon a charge of high treason. Having no knowledge of these great men, nor of the matter how far it was true, I had not very much to say about either them or it : but this silence was not shared (although the igno- rance may have been) l)y the hundreds of people around me. Such a commotion was astir, such universal sense of wrong, and stern resolve to right it, that each man grasped his fellow's hand, and led him into the vintner's. Even I, although at that time given to excess in temperance, and afraid of the name VOL. I. — 11 162 LOBNA doom:. of cordials, was hard set (I do assure youj not to be drunk at intervals, without coarse discourtesy. However that (as Betty Muxworthy used to say, when argued down, and ready to take the mop for it) is neither here nor there. I have nought to do with great history ; and am sorry for those who have to write it; because they are sure to have both friends and enemies in it, and cannot act as they would towards them, without damage to their own consciences. But as great events draw little ones, and the rattle of the churn decides the uncertainty of the flies, so this movement of the town, and eloquence, and passion had more than I guessed at the time, to do with my own little fortunes. For in the first place it was fixed (perhaps from downright contumely, because the citizens loved him so) that Lord Eussell should be tried neither at Westminster, nor at Lincoln's Inn, but at the Court of Old Bailey, within the precincts of the city. This kept me hanging on much longer ; because although the good nobleman was to be tried by the Court of Common Pleas, yet the officers of the King's Bench, to whom I daily applied myself, were in counsel with their fellows, and put me off from day to day. Now I had heard of the law's delays, which the greatest of all great poets (knowing much of the law himself, as indeed of every thing) has specially mentioned, when not expected, among the many ills of life. But I never thought at my years to have such bitter experience of the evil; and it seemed to me that if the lawyers failed to do their duty, they ought to pay people for waiting upon them, instead of making them pay for it. But here I was, now in the second month, living at my own charges, in the house of a worthy fellmonger at the sign of the Seal and Squirrel, abutting upon the Strand road, which leads from Temple Bar to Charing. Here I did very well indeed, having a mattrass of good skin-dressings, and plenty to eat every day of my life, but the butter was something to cry "but" thrice at (according to a conceit of our schooldays), and the milk must have come from cows driven to water. However, these evils were light compared with the heavy bill sent up to me, every Saturday afternoon; and knowing how my mother had pinched to send me nobly to London, and had told me to spare for nothing, but live bravely with the best of them, the tears very nearly came into my eyes, as I thought, while I ate, of so robbing her. At length, being quite at the end of my money, and seeing no other help for it, I determined to listen to clerks no more, A GREAT MAN ATTENDS TO BUSINESS. 163 but force my way up to the Justices, and insist upon being heard by them, or discharged from my recognizance. For so they had termed the bond or deed which I had been forced to execute, in the presence of a chief clerk or notary, the very day after I came to London. And the purport of it was, that on pain of a heavy fine or escheatment, I would hold myself ready and present, to give evidence when called upon. Hav- ing delivered me up to sign this, Jeremy Stickles was quit of me, and went upon other business ; not but what he was kind and good to me, when his time and pursuits allowed of it. CHAPTER XXV. A GREAT MAN ATTENDS TO BUSINESS. Having seen Lord Russell murdered in the fields of Lincoln's Inn, or rather having gone to see it, but turned away, with a sickness and a bitter flood of tears — for a w^hiter and a nobler neck never fell before low beast — I strode away towards West- minster, cured of half my indignation at the death of Charles the First. Many people hurried past me, chiefly of the more tender sort, revolting at the butchery. In their ghastly faces, as they turned them back, lest the sight sliould be coming after them, great sorrow was to be seen, and horror, and pity, and some anger. In Westminster Hall I found nobody; not even the crowd of crawling varlets, who used to be craving evermore for employ- ment or for payment. I knocked at three doors, one after other, of lobbies going out of it, where I had formerly seen some officers and people pressing in and out; but for my trouble I took nothing, except some thumps from echo. And at last an old man told me, that all the lawyers were gone to see the result of their own works, in the fields of Lincoln's Inn. However, in a few days' time, I had better fortune; for the court was sitting and full of business, to clea,r off the arrears of work before the lawyers' holiday. As I was waiting in the hall for a good occasion, a man with horsehair on his head, and a long blue bag in his left hand, touched me gently on the arm, and led me into a quiet place. I follow^ed him very gladly, being confident that he came to me with a message from the Justitiaries. But after taking pains to be sure that none could overhear us, he turned on me suddenly, and asked — "Now, John, how is your dear mother?" 164 LORN A BOONE. ''Worshipful sir," I answered him, after recovering from my surprise at his knowledge of our affairs, and kindly interest in them, " it is two months now since I have seen her. Would to God that I only knew how she is faring now, and how the business of the farm goes ! " "Sir, I respect and admire you," the old gentleman replied, with a bow very low and genteel; "few young court-gallants of our time are so reverent and dutiful. Oh, how I did love my mother ! " Here he turned up his eyes to heaven, in a man- ner that made me feel for him ; and yet with a kind of wonder. "I am very sorry for you, sir," I answered most respect- fully, not meaning to trespass on his grief, yet wondering at his mother's age; for he seemed to be at least three-score: "but I am no court-gallant, sir; I am only a farmer's son, and learning how to farm a little." "Enough, John; quite enough," he cried, "I can read it in thy countenance. Honesty is written there, and courage, and simplicity. But I fear that, in this town of London, thou art apt to be taken in by people of no principle. Ah me! Ah me! The world is bad, and I am too old to improve it." Then finding him so good and kind, and anxious to improve the age, I told him almost every thing; how much I paid the fellmonger, and all the things I had been to see; and how I longed to get away, before the corn was ripening ; yet how (in spite of these desires) I felt myself bound to walk up and down, being under a thing called "recognizance." In short I told him every thing; except the nature of my summons (which I had no right to tell), and that I was out of money. My tale was told in a little archway, apart from other law- yers ; and the other lawyers seemed to me to shift themselves, and to look askew, like sheep through a hurdle, when the rest are feeding. "Wliat! Good God!" my lawyer cried, smiting his breast indignantly with a roll of something learned; "In what coun- try do we live? Under what laws are we governed? No case before the court whatever; no primary deposition, so far as we are furnished; not even a King's writ issued — and here we have a fine young man dragged from his home and adoring- mother, during the height of agriculture, at his own cost and charges ! I have heard of many grievances ; but this the very worst of all. Nothing short of a Royal Commission could be warranty for it. This is not only illegal, sir, but most gravely unconstitutional." " I had not told you, worthy sir," I answered him, in a lower i A GREAT MAN ATTENDS TO BUSINESS. 165 tone, " if I could have thought that your sense of right would be moved so painfully. But now I must beg to leave j^ou, sir, — for I see that the door again is open. I beg you, worship- ful sir, to accept " Upon this he put forth his hand and said, " Nay, nay, my son, not two, not two : " yet looking away, that he might not scare me. "To accept, kind sir, my very best thanks, and most re- spectful remembrances." And with that, I laid my hand in his. "And if, sir, any circumstances of business or of pleas- ure should bring you to our part of the world, I trust you will not forget that my mother and myself (if ever I get home again) will do our best to make you comfortable with our poor hospitality." With this I was hasting away from him, but he held my hand and looked round at me. And he spoke Avithout cordiality. *• Young man, a general invitation is no entry for my fee book. I have spent a good hour of business-time in master- ing thy case, and stating my opinion of it. And being a member of the bar, called six-and-thirty years agone by the honorable society of the Inner Temple, my fee is at my own discretion; albeit an honorarium. For the honor of the pro- fession, and my position in it, I ought to charge thee at least five guineas, although I would have accepted one, offered with good will and delicacy. Now I will enter it two, my son, and half-a-crown for my clerk's fee." Saying this, he drew forth from his deep, blue bag, a red book having clasps to it, and endorsed in gold letters "Fee Book;" and before I could speak (being frightened so) he had entered on a page of it, " To consideration of case as stated by John Eidd, and advising thereupon, two guineas." "But sir, good sir," I stammered- forth, not having two guineas left in the world, yet grieving to confess it, " I knew not that I was to pay, learned sir. I never thought of it in that way." " Wounds of God ! In what way thought you that a lawyer listened to your rigmarole ? " "I thought that you listened from kindness, sir, and com- passion of my grievous case, and a sort of liking for me." " A lawyer like thee, young curmudgeon ! A lawyer afford to feel compassion gratis ! Either thou art a very deep knave, or the greenest of all greenhorns. Well, I suppose, I must let thee off for one guinea, and the clerk's fee. A bad business, a shocking business ! " 166 LOBNA BOONE. Now, if this man had continued kind and soft, as when he heard my story, I would have pawned my clothes to pay him, rather than leave a debt behind, although contracted unwit- tingly. But when he used harsh language so, knowing that 1 did not deserve it, I began to doubt within myself whether he deserved my money. Therefore I answered him with some readiness, such as comes sometimes to me, although T am so slow. " Sir, I am no curmudgeon : if a young man had called me so, it would not have been well with him. This money shall be paid, if due ; albeit I had no desire to incur the debt. You have advised me that the Court is liable for my expenses, so far as they be reasonable. If this be a reasonable expense, come with me now to Lord Justice Jeffreys, and receive from him the two guineas, or (it may be) five, for the counsel you have given me to deny his jurisdiction." With these words, I took his arm to lead him, for the door was open still. " In the name of God, boy, let me go. Worthy sir, pray let me go. My wife is sick, and my daughter dying — in the name of God, sir, let me go." "Nay, nay," I said, having fast hold of him; "I cannot let thee go unpaid, sir. Eight is right; and thou shalt have it." " Ruin is what I shall have, boy, if you drag me before that devil. He will strike me from the bar at once, and starve me, and all my family. Here lad, good lad, take these two guineas. Thou hast despoiled the spoiler. Never again will I trust mine eyes for knowledge of a greenhorn." He slipped two guineas into the hand which I had hooked through Ids elbow, and spoke in an urgent whisper again, for the people came crowding around us — "For God's sake, let me go, boy; another moment will be too late." "Learned sir," I answered him, "twice you spoke, unless I err, of the necessity of a clerk's fee, as a thing to be lamented." " To be sure, to be sure, my son. You have a clerk as much as I have. There it is. Now I pray thee, take to the study of the law. Possession is nine points of it, which thou hast of me. Self-possession is the tenth, and that thou hast more than the other nine." Being flattered by this, and by the feeling of the two guineas and half-crown, I dropped my hold upon Counsellor Kitch (for he was no less a man than that), and he was out of sight in a second of time, wig, blue bag, and family. And before I had time to make up my mind what I should do with his money (for of course I meant not to keep it) the crier of the Court (as "In thk name of God, sir, let me go!" — Vol. I. p. i66. A GREAT MAN ATTENDS TO BUSINESS. 167 they told me) came out, and wanted to know wdio I was. 1 told him, as shortly as I could, that my business lay with His Majesty's bench, and was very confidential; upon which he took me inside with warning, and showed me to an under- clerk, who showed me to a higher one, and the higher clerk to the head one. When this gentleman understood all about my business (which I told liim without complaint) he frowned at me very heavily, as if I had done him an injury. "John Kidd," he asked me with a stern glance, "is it your deliberate desire to be brought into the presence of the Lord Chief Justice ? " " Surely, sir, it has been my desire, for the last two months and more." "Then, John, thou shalt be. But mind one thing, not a word of thy long detention, or thou mayest get into trouble." " How, sir ? For being detained against my own wish ? " I asked him; but he turned away, as if that matter were not worth his arguing, as, indeed, I suppose it was not, and led me through a little passage to a door with a curtain across it. "i^ow, if my Lord cross-question you," the gentleman whis- pered to me, " answer him straight out truth at once, for he will have it out of thee. And mind, he loves not to be con- tradicted, neither can he bear a hang-dog look. Take little heed of the other two; but note every word of the middle one; and never make him speak twice." I thanked him for his good advice, as he moved the curtain and thrust me in, but instead of entering withdrew, and left me to bear the brunt of it. The chamber was not very large, though lofty to my eyes, and dark, with wooden panels round it. At the further end w^ere some raised seats, such as I have seen in churches, lined with velvet, and having broad elbow^s, and a canopy over the middle seat. There were only three men sitting here, one in the centre, and one on each side; and all three were done up wonderfully with fur, and robes of state, and curls of thick gray horse-hair, crimped and gathered, and plaited down to their shoulders. Each man had an oak desk before him, set at a little distance, and spread with pens and papers. Instead of writing, howevei, they seemed to be laughing and talking, or rather the one in the 'middle seemed to be telling some good story, which the others received with approval. By reason of their great perukes, it was hard to tell how old they were; but the one who was speaking seemed the youngest, 168 LORNA DOONE. although he was the chief of them. A thick-set, burly, and bulky man, with a blotchy broad face, and great square jaws, and fierce eyes full of blazes; he was one to be dreaded by gentle souls, and to be abhorred by the noble. Between me and the three lord judges, some few lawyers were gathering up bags and papers and pens and so forth, from a narrow table in the middle of the room ; as if a case had been disposed of, and no other were called on. But before I had time to look round twice, the stout fierce man espied me, and shouted out with a flashing stare, — " How now, countryman, who art thou ? " "May it please your worship," I answered him, loudly, "I am John Eidd, of Oare parish, in the county of Somerset, brought to this London, some two months back by a special messenger, whose name is Jeremy Stickles; and then bound over to be at hand and ready, when called upon to give evi- dence, in a matter unknown to me, but touching the peace of our lord the King, and the well-being of his subjects. Three times I have met our lord the King, but he hath said nothing about his peace, and only held it towards me; and every day save Sunday, I have walked up and down the great hall of Westminster, all the business part of the day, expecting to be called upon; yet no one hath called upon me. And now I desire to ask your worship, whether I may go home again ? " "Well done, John," replied his lordship, while I was pant- ing with all this S23eech; "I will go bail for thee, John, thou hast never made such a long speech before; and thou art a spunky Briton, or thou couldst not have made it now. I remember the matter well; and I myself will attend to it, although it arose before my time " — lie was but newly Chief Justice — "but T cannot take it now, John. There is no fear of losing thee, John, any more than the Tower of London. I grieve for His Majesty's exchequer, after keeping thee two months or more." " Nay, my lord, I crave your pardon. My mother hath been keeping me. Not a groat have I received." " Spank, is it so ? " his lordship cried, in a voice that shook the cobwebs ; and the frown on his brow shook the hearts of men, and mine as much as the rest of them, — " Spank, is His Majesty come to this, that he starves his own approvers ? " "My lord, my lord," whispered Mr. Spank, the chief-officer of evidence, " the thing hath been overlooked, my lord, among such grave matters of treason." "I will overlook tliy head, foul Spank, on a spike from A GREAT MAN ATTENDS TO BUSINESS. 169 Temple Bar, if ever I hear of the like again. Vile varlet, what art thou paid for? Thou hast swindled the money thy- self, foul Spank; I know thee, though thou art new to me. Bitter is the day for thee that ever I came across thee. Answer me not — one word more, and I will have thee on a hurdle." And he swung himself to and fro, on his bench, with both hands on his knees; and every man waited to let it pass, knowing better than to speak to him. "John Eidd," said the Lord Chief Justice, at last, recover- ing a sort of dignity, yet daring Spank from the corners of his eyes to do so much as look at him, " thou hast been shame- fully used, John Ridd. Answer me not, boy; not a word; but go to Master Spank, and let me know how he behaves to thee;" here he made a glance at Spank, which was worth at least ten pounds to me; "be thou here again to-morrow; and before any other case is taken, I will see justice done to thee. Now be off, boy; thy name is Eidd, and we are well rid of thee." I was only too glad to go, after all this tempest ; as you may well suppose. For if ever I saw a man's eyes become two holes for the devil to glare from, I saw it that day; and the eyes were those of the Lord Chief Justice Jeffreys. Mr. Spank was in the lobby before me, and before I had recovered myself — for I was vexed with my own terror — he came up sidling and fawning to me, with a heavy bag of yellow leather. " Good Master Eidd, take it all, take it all ; and say a good word for me to his lordship. He hath taken a strange fancy to thee; and thou must make the most of it. We never saw man meet him eye to eye so, and yet not contradict him ; and that is just what he loveth. Abide in London, Master Eidd, and he will make thy fortune. His joke upon thy name proves that. And I pray you remember. Master Eidd, that the Spanks are sixteen in family." But I would not take the bag from him, regarding it as a sort of bribe to pay me such a lump of money, without so much as asking how great had been my expenses. Therefore I only told him that if he would kindly keep the cash for me until the morrow, I would spend the rest of the day in countin.u^ (which always is sore work with me) how much it had stood me in board and lodging, since Master Stickles had rendered me up; for until that time he had borne my expenses. Li the morning I would give Mr. Spank a memorandum duly signed, and attested bv my landlord, including the breakfast of that 170 LORN A DOONE. day, and in exchange for this I would take the exact amount from the yellow bag, and be very thankful for it. "If that is thy way of using opportunit}^," said Spank, look- ing at me with some contempt, "thou wilt never thrive in these times, my lad. Even the Lord Chief Justice can be little help to thee ; unless thou knowest better than that how to help thyself." It mattered not to me. The word "approver " stuck in my gorge, as used by the Lord Chief Justice ; for we looked upon an approver as a very low thing indeed. I Avould rather pay for every breakfast, and even every dinner, eaten by me since here I came, than take money as an approver. And indeed I was much disappointed at being taken in that light, hav- ing understood that I was sent for as a trusty subject, and humble friend of His Majesty. In the morning, I met Mr. Spank waiting for me at the entrance, and very desirous to see me. I shoAved him my bill, made out in fair copy, and he laughed at it, and said, " Take it twice over. Master Ridd; once for thine own sake, and once for His Majesty's; as all his loyal tradesmen do, when they can get any. His Majesty knows and is proud of it, for it shows their love of his countenance; and he says, ^his dat qui cito dat, ' then how can I grumble at giving twice, when I give so slowly ? " "Nay, I will take it but once," I said; "if His Majesty loves to be robbed, he need not lack of his desire, while the Spanks are sixteen in family." The clerk smiled cheerfully at this, being proud of his chil- dren's ability; and then having paid my account, he whis- pered, — "He is all alone this morning, John, and in rare good humor. He hath been promised the handling of poor Master Algernon Sidney, and he says he will soon make republic of him; for his state shall shortly be headless. He is chuckling over his joke, like a pig with a nut; and that always makes him pleasant. John Ridd, my lord ! " With that he swung up the curtain bravely; and according to special orders, I stood, face to face, and alone with Judge Jeffreys. JOHN IS DBAINED AND CAST ASIDE. 171 CHAPTEK XXVI. JOHN IS DRAINED AXD CAST ASIDE. His lordship was busy with some letters, and did not look up for a minute or two, although he knew that I was there. Meanwhile I stood waiting to make my bow ; afraid to begin upon him, and wondering at his great bull-head. Then he closed his letters, well-pleased with their import, and fixed his bold broad stare on me, as if I were an oyster opened, and he would know how fresh I was. "May it please your worship," I said, "here I am according to order, awaiting your good pleasure." " Thou art made to weight, John, more than order. How much dost thou tip the scales to? " " Only twelvescore pounds, my lord, when I be in wrestling trim. And sure I must have lost weight here, fretting so long in London." " Ha, ha ! Much fret is there in thee ! Hath His Majesty seen thee?" " Yes, my lord, twice or even thrice ; and he made some jest concerning m#." "A very bad one, I doubt not. His humor is not so dainty as mine, but apt to be coarse and unmannerly. Xow John, or Jack, by the look of thee, thou art more used to be called." " Yes, your worship, when I am with old Molly, and Betty Muxworthy." " Peace, thou forward varlet ! There is a deal too much of thee. We shall have to try short commons with thee, and thou art a very long common. Ha, ha! where is that rogue Spank? Spank must hear that by-and-by. It is beyond thy great thick head. Jack." "ISTot so, my lord; I have been at school, and had very bad jokes made upon me." "Ha, ha! It hath hit thee hard. And faith, it would be hard to miss thee, even with harpoon. And thou lookest like to blubber, now. Capital, in faith! I have thee on every side, Jack, and thy sides are manifold; many-folded at any rate. Thou shalt have double expenses, Jack, for the wit thou hast provoked in me." " Heavy goods lack heavy payment, is a proverb down our way, my lord." 172 LOBNA BOONE. " Ah, I hurt thee, I hurt thee, Jack. The harpoon hath no tickle for thee. Now, Jack Whale, having hauled thee hard, we will proceed to examine thee." Here all his manner was changed, and he looked with his heavy brows bent upon me, as if he had never laughed in his life, and would allow none else to do so. "I am ready to answer my lord," I replied, "if he asks me naught beyond my knowledge, or beyond my honor." "Hadst better answer me every thing, lump. What hast thou to do with honor ? Now is there in thy neighborhood a certain nest of robbers, miscreants, and outlaws, whom all men fear to handle ? " "Yes, my lord. At least I believe some of them be rob- bers; and all of them are outlaws." " And what is your high sheriff about, that he doth not hang them all ? Or send them up for me to hang, without more to-do about them ? " " I reckon that he is afraid, my lord ; it is not safe to med- dle with them. They are of good birth, and reckless; and their place is very strong." " Good birth ! What was Lord Russell of. Lord Essex, and this Sidney ? 'Tis the surest heirship to the block, to be the chip of an old one. What is the name of this pestilent race, and how many of them are there ? " "They are the Doones of Bagworthy forest, may it please your worship. And we reckon there be about forty of them, beside the women and children." "Forty Doones, all forty thieves! and women and children! Thunder of God ! How long have they been there then ? " "They may have been there thirty years, my lord; and in- deed they may have been forty. Before the great war broke out they came, longer back than I can remember." "Ay, long before thou wast born, John. Good, thou speak- est plainly. Woe betide a liar, whenso I get hold of him. Ye want me on the Western Circuit; by God, and ye shall have me, when London traitors are spun and swung. There is a family called De Whichehalse living very nigh thee, John ? " This he said in a sudden manner, as if to take me off my guard, and fixed his great thick eyes on me. And in truth I was much astonished. "Yes, my lord, there is. At least, not so very far from us. Baron de AVhichehalse, of Ley Manor." "Baron, ha! of the Exchequer — eh, lad? And taketh dues JOHN IS DRAINED AND CAST ASIDE. 173 instead of His Majesty. Somewhat which halts there ought to come a little further, I trow. It shall be seen to, as well as the witch which makes it so to halt. Eiotous knaves in West England, drunken outlaws, you shall dance, if ever I play pipe for you. John Eidd, I will come to Oare Parish, and rout out the Oare of Babylon." "Although your worship is so learned," I answered, seeing that now he was beginning to make things uneasy; "your worship, though being Chief Justice, does little justice to us. We are downright good and loyal folk; and I have not seen, since here I came to this great town of London, any who may better us, or even come anigh us, in honesty, and goodness, and duty to our neighbors. For we are very quiet folk, not prating our own virtues " "Enough, good John, enough! Knowest thou not that modesty is the maidenhood of virtue, lost even by her own approval ? Now hast thou ever heard or thought, that De Whichehalse is in league with the Doones of Bagworthy ? " Saying these words rather slowly, he skewered his great eyes into mine, so that I could not think at all, neither look at him, nor yet away. The idea was so new to me, that it set mv wits all wandering; and looking into me, he saw that I was groping for the truth. "John Ridd, thine ej^es are enough for me. I see thou hast never dreamed of it. Xow hast thou ever seen a man, whose name is Thomas Faggus ? " "Yes, sir, many and many a time. He is my own worthy cousin; and I fear that he hath intentions " here I stopped, having no right there to speak about our Annie. "Tom Faggus is a good man," he said; and his great square face had a smile which showed me he had met my cousin; " Master Faggus hath made mistakes as to the title to prop- erty, as lawyers oftentimes may do; but take him all for all, he is a thoroughly straightforward man ; presents his bill, and has it paid, and makes no charge for drawing it. Neverthe- less, we must tax his costs, as of an}" other solicitor." " To be sure, to be sure, my lord! " was all that I could say, not understanding what all this meant. "I fear he will come to the gallows," said the Lord Chief Justice, sinking his voice below the echoes; "tell him this from me. Jack. He shall never be condemned before me; but I cannot be everywhere ; and some of our Justices may keep short memory of his dinners. Tell him to change his name, turn parson, or do something else, to make it wrong to hang 174 LOBNA DOONE. him. Parson is the best thing; he hath such command of features, and he might take his tithes on horseback. Now a few more things, John Ridd; and for the present I have done with thee." All my heart leaped up at this, to get away from London so : and yet I could hardly trust to it. "Is there any sound round your way of disaffection to His Majesty, His most gracious iMajesty ? " "No, my lord: no sign whatever. We pray for him in church perhaps ; and we talk about him afterwards, hoping it may do him good, as it is intended. But after that we have naught to say, not knowing much about him — at least till I get home again." "That is as it should be, John. And the less you say the better. But I have heard of things in Taunton, and even nearer to you in Dulverton, and even nigher still upon Exmoor; things which are of the pillory kind, and even more of the gal- lows. I see that you know naught of them. Nevertheless, it will not be long before all England hears of them. Now, John, I have taken a liking to thee; for never man told me the truth, without fear or favor, more thoroughly and truly than thou hast done. Keep thou clear of tliis, my son. It will come to nothing; yet many shall swing high for it. Even I could not save thee, John Eidd, if thou wert mixed in this affair. Keep from the Doones, keep from De Whichehalse, keep from every- thing which leads beyond the sight of thy knowledge. I meant to use thee as my tool; but I see thou art too honest and simple. I will send a sharper down; but never let me find thee, John, either a tool for the other side, or a tube for my words to pass through." Here the Lord Justice gave me such a glare, that I wished myself well rid of him, though thankful for his warnings; and seeing how he had made upon me a long abiding mark of fear, he smiled again in a jocular manner, and said, — " Now, get thee gone. Jack. I shall remember thee ; and I trow, thou wilt'st not for many a day forget me." "My lord, I was never so glad to go; for the hay must be ill, and the ricks unthatched, and none of them can make spars like me, and two men to twist every hay-rope, and mother thinking it all right, and listening right and left to lies, and cheated at every pig she kills, and even the skins of the shee]) to go " "John Ridd, I thought none could come nigh your folk, in honesty and goodness, and duty to their neighbors I " JOHN IS LliAINED AND CAST ASIDE. 175 "Sure enough, my lord; but by our folk, I mean ourselves, not the men nor women neither " " That will do, John. Go thy way. Not men, nor women neither, are better than they need be." I Avished to set this matter right; but his worship would not hear me ; and only drove me out of the court, saying that men were thieves and liars, nor more in onei place than another, but all alike all over the world, and women not far behind them. It was not for me to dispute this point (though I was not yet persuaded of it), both because my lord was a Judge, and must know more about it, and also that being a man myself I might seem to be defending myself in an unbecoming man- ner. Therefore I made a low bow, and went; in doubt as to which had the right of it. But though he had so far dismissed me, I was not yet quite free to go, inasmuch as I had not money enough to take me all the way to Oare, unless indeed I should go afoot, and beg my sustenance by the way, which seemed to be below me. There- fore I got my few clothes packed, and my few debts paid, all ready to start in half-an-hour, if only they would give me enough to set out upon the road with. For I doubted not, being young and strong, that I could walk from London to Oare in ten days or in twelve at most, which was not much longer than horse-work; only I had been a fool, as you will say when you hear it. For after receiving from Master Spank the amount of the bill which I had delivered — less indeed by fifty shillings than the money my mother had given me, for I hati spent fifty shillings, and more, in seeing the town and treating people, which I could not charge to His Majest}^ — I had first paid all my debts thereout, which were not very many, and then sup- posing myself to be an established creditor of the Treasury for my coming needs, and already scenting the country air, and foreseeing the joy of my mother, what had I done but spent half my balance, ay and more than three-quarters of it, upon pres- ents for mother, and Annie, and Lizzie, John Fry, and his wife, and Betty Muxworthy, Bill Dadds, Jim Slocombe, and, in a word, half of the rest of the people at Oare, including all the Snowe family, who must have things good and handsome? And if I must while I am about it hide nothing from those who read me, I had actually bought for Lorna a thing the price of which quite frightened me, till the shop-keeper said it was nothing at all, and that no young man, with a lady to love him, could dare to offer her rubbish, such as the Jew sold across the wav. Now the mere idea of beautiful Lorna ever loving me, 176 LOENA DOONE. which he talked about as patly (though of course I never men- tioned her) as if it were a settled thing, and he knew all about it, that mere idea so drove me abroad, that if he had asked three times as much, I could never have counted the money. Now in all this I was a fool of course — not for remember- ing my friends and neighbors, which a man has a right to do, and indeed is bound to do, when he comes from London — but for not being certified first, what cash I had to go on with. And to my great amazement, when I went with another bill for the victuals of only three days more, and a week's expense on the homeward road reckoned very narrowly, Master Spank not only refused to grant me any interview, but sent me out a piece of blue paper, looking like a butcher's ticket, and bearing these words and no more, " John Ridd, go to the devil. He who will not when he may, when he will, he shall have nay." From this I concluded that I had lost favor in the sight of Chief Justice Jeffreys. Perhaps because my evidence had not proved of any value; perhaps because he meant to let the mat- ter lie, till cast on him. Anyhow, it was a reason of much grief, and some anger, to me, and very great anxiety, disappointment, and suspense. For here was the time of the hay gone past, and the harvest of small corn coming on, and the trout now rising at the yellow Sally, and the blackbirds eating our white-heart cherries (I was sure, though T could not see them), and who was to do any good for mother, or stop her from weeping continually? And more than this, what was become of Lorna? Perhaps she had cast me away altogether, as a flouter and a changeling; per- haps she had drowned herself in the black well ; perhaps (and that was worst of all) she was even married, child as she was, to that vile Carver Doone, if the Doones ever cared about marrying ! That last thought sent me down at once to watch for Mr. Spank again, resolved that if I could catch him, spank him I would to a pretty good tune, although sixteen in family. However, there was no such thing as to find him ; and the usher vowed (having orders I doubt) that he was gone to the sea for the good of his health, having sadly overworked him- self; and that none but a poor devil like himself, who never had handling of money, would stay in London this foul, hot weather; which was likely to bring the plague with it. Here was another new terror for me, who had heard of the plagues of London, and the horrible things that happened; and so going back to my lodgings at once, I opened my clothes and sought for spots, especially as being so long at a hair}' fellmonger's; JOHN IS DRAINED AND CAST ASIDE. 177 but finding none, I fell down and thanked God for that same, and vowed to start for Oare to-morrow, with my carbine loaded, come weal come woe, come sun come shower; though all the parish should laugh at me, for begging my way home again, after the brave things said of my going, as if I had been the King's cousin. But I was saved in some degree from this lowering of my pride, and what mattered more, of mother's; for going to buy with my last crown-piece (after all demands were paid) a little shot and powder, more needful on the road almost than even shoes or victuals, at the corner of the street I met my good friend Jeremy Stickles, newly come in search of me. I took him back to my little room — mine at least till to-morrow morning — and told him all my story, and how much I felt aggrieved by it. But he surprised me very much, by showing no surprise at all. " It is the way of the world. Jack. They have gotten all they can from thee, and why should they feed thee further? We feed not a dead pig, I trow, but baste him well with brine and rue. ^ay, we do not victual him upon the day of killing; which they have done to thee. Thou art a lucky man, John; thou hast gotten one day's wages, or at any rate half a day, after thy work was rendered. God have mercy on me, John! The things I see are manifold; and so is my regard of them. What use to insist on this, or make a special point of that, or hold by something said of old, when a different mood was on? I tell thee. Jack, all men are liars ; and he is the least one, who presses not too hard on them for lying." This was all quite dark to me, for I never looked at things like that, and never would own myself a liar, not at least to other people, nor even to myself, although I might to God some- times, when trouble was upon me. And if it comes to that, no man has any right to be called a "liar" for smoothing over things unwitting, through duty to his neighbor. "Five pounds thou shalt have. Jack," said Jeremy Stickles suddenly, while I was all abroad with myself as to being a liar or not; "five pounds, and I will take my chance of wringing it from that great rogue Spank. Ten I would have made it, John, but for bad luck lately. Put back your bits of paper, lad; I will have no acknowledgment. John Kidd, no nonsense with me ! " For I was ready to kiss his hand, to think that any man in London (the meanest and most suspicious place, upon all God's earth) should trust me with five pounds, without even a receipt VOL. I. — 12 178 LORNA BOONE. fur it! It overcame me so that I sobbed; for, after all, though big in body, I am but a child at heart. It was not the five pounds that moved me, but the way of giving it; and after so much bitter talk, the great trust in my goodness. CHAPTER XXVII. HOME AGAIN AT LAST. It was the beginning of wheat-harvest, when I came to Dun- ster town, having walked all the way from London, and being somewhat footsore. For though five pounds was enough to keep me in food and lodging upon the road, and leave me many a shilling to give to far poorer travellers, it would have been nothing for horse-hire, as I knew too well by the prices Jeremy Stickles had paid, upon our way to London. Now I never saw a prettier town than Dunster looked that evening ; for sooth to say, I had almost lost all hope of reaching it that night, although the castle was long in view. But being once there my troubles were gone, at least as regarded wayfaring; for mother's cousin, the worthy tanner (with whom we had slept on the way to London), was in such indignation at the plight in which I came back to him, afoot, and weary, and almost shoeless — not to speak of upper things — that he swore then, by the mercy of God, that if the schemes abrewing round him, against those bloody Papists, should come to any head or shape, and show good chance of succeeding, he would risk a thousand pounds, as though it were a penny. I told him not to do it, because I had heard otherwise, but was not at liberty to tell one-tenth of what I knew, and indeed had seen in London town. But of this he took no heed, because I only nodded at him; and he could not make it out. For it takes an old man, or at least a middle-aged one, to nod and wink, with any power on the brains of other men. However, I think I made him know that the bad state in which I came to his town, and the great shame I had wrought for him among the folk round the card-table at the "Luttrell Arms," was not to be, even there, attributed to King Charles the Second, nor even to his counsellors, but to my own speed of travelling, which had beat post-horses. For being much distraught in mind, and desperate in body, I had made all the way from London to Dunster in six days, and no more. It may be one HOME AGAIN AT LAST. 179 hundred and seventy miles, I cannot tell tu a furlong or two, especially as I lost my way more than a dozen times ; but at any rate there in six days I was, and most kindly they received me. The tanner had some excellent daughters, I forget how many; very pretty damsels, and well set up, and able to make good tanner's pie. But though they asked me many questions, and made a sort of lord of me, and offered to darn my stock- ings (which in truth required it), I fell asleep in the midst of them, although I would not acknowledge it; and they said, " Poor cousin ! he is weary ; " and led me to a blessed bed, and kissed me all round like swan's down. In the morning all the Exmoor hills, the thoughts of which had frightened me at the end of each day's travel, seemed no more than bushels to me, as I looked forth the bedroom win- dow, and thanked God for the sight of them. And even so, 1 had not to climb them, at least by my own labor. For my most wortJiy uncle (as we often call a parent's cousin), finding it impossible to keep me for the day, and owning indeed that I was right in hastening to my mother, vowed that walk I should not, even though he lost his Saturday hides from Mine- head and from Watcliett. Accordingly he sent me forth on the very strongest nag he had, and the maidens came to wish me God speed, and kissed their hands at the doorway. It made me proud and glad to think, that after seeing so much of the world, and having held my own with it, I was come once more among my own people, and found them kinder, and more warm- hearted, ay and better-looking too, than almost any I had hap- pened upon in the mighty city of London. But how shall I tell you the things I felt, and the swelling of my heart within me, as I drew nearer, and more near, to the place of all I loved and owned, to the haunt of every warm re- membrance, the nest of all the fledgeling hopes — in a word, to home? The first sheep I beheld on the moor with a great red J. E. on his side (for mother would have them marked with my name, instead of her own as they should have been) I do assure you my spirit leaped, and all my sight came to my eyes. I shouted out, '' Jem, boy ! " — for jbhat was his name, and a rare hand he was at fighting — and he knew me in spite of the stran- ger horse ; and I leaned over, and stroked his head, and swore he should never be mutton. And when I was passed, he set off at full gallop, to call all the rest of the J. R.'s together, and tell them young master was come home at last. But bless your heart, and my own as well, it would take me all the afternoon to lav before vou one-tenth of tlie thingrs which 180 LORN A BOONE. came home to me in that one half -hour, as the sun was sinking, in the real way he ought to sink. I touched my horse with no spur nor whip, feeling that my slow wits would go, if the sights came too fast over them. Here was the pool where we washed the sheep and there was the hollow that oozed away, where I had shot three wild ducks. Here was the peat-rick that hid my dinner, when I could not go home for it, and there was the bush with the thyme growing round it, where Annie had found a great swarm of our bees. And now was the corner of the dry stone wall, where the moor gave over in earnest, and the partridges whisked from it into the corn lands, and called that their supper was ready, and looked at our house and the ricks as they ran, and would wait for that comfort till winter. And there I saw — but let me go — Annie was too much for me. She nearly pulled me off my horse, and kissed the very mouth of the carbine. ^'I knew you would come. Oh John! Oh John! I have waited here every Saturday night; and I saw you for the last mile or more, but I would not come round the corner, for fear that I should cry, John ; and then not cry when I got you. Now I may cry as much as I like, and you need not try to stop me, John, because I am so happy. But you mustn't cry your- self, John; what will mother think of you? She will be so jealous of me." What mother thought I cannot tell; and indeed I doubt if she thought at all for more than half-an-hour, but only man- aged to hold me tight, and cry, and thank God now and then ; but with some fear of His taking me, if she should be too grateful. Moreover she thought it was my own doing, and I ought to have the credit of it, and she even came down very sharply upon John's wife, Mrs. Fry, for saying that we must not be too proud, for all of it was the Lord's doing. However, dear mother was ashamed of that afterwards, and asked Mrs. Fry's humble pardon; and perhaps I ought not to have men- tioned it. Old Smiler had told them that I was coming — all the rest I mean except Annie — for having escaped from his halter- ring, he was come out to graze in the lane a bit; when what should he see but a strange horse coming, with young master and mistress upon him, for Annie must needs get up behind me, there being only sheep to look at her? Then Smiler gave us a stare and a neigh, with his tail quite stiff with amazement, and then (whether in joy, or through indignation) he flung up JOHN HAS HOPE OF LORN A. 181 his hind feet, and galloped straight home, and set every dog wild with barking. Kow, methinks, quite enough has been said concerning this mighty return of the young John Eidd (which was known up at Cosgate that evening), and feeling that I cannot describe it, how can I hope that any one else w411 labor to imagine it, even of the few who are able? For very few can have travelled so far, unless indeed they whose trade it is, or very unsettled people. And even of those who have done so, not one in a hundred can have such a home as I had to come home to. Mother wept again, with grief and some wrath, and so did Annie also, and even little Eliza, and all were unsettled in loyalty, and talked about a republic, when I told them how I had been left without money for travelling homeward, and expected to have to beg my way, which Farmer Snowe would have heard of. And though I could see they were disappointed at my failure of any promotion, they all declared how glad they were, and how much better they liked me to be no more than what they were accustomed to. At least, my mother and Annie said so, without waiting to hear any more; but Lizzie did not answer to it, until I had opened my bag and shown the beautiful present I had for her. And then she kissed me, almost like Annie, and vowed that she thought very little of captains. For Lizzie's present was the best of all, I mean of course except Lorna's (which I carried in my breast all the way, hop- ing that it might make her love me, from having lain so long, close to my heart). For I had brought Lizzie something dear, and a precious heavy book it was, and much beyond my under- standing: whereas I knew well that to both the others my gifts would be dear for mine own sake. And happier people could not be found, than the whole of us were that evening. CHAPTER XXYIII. JOHN HAS HOPE OF LORNA. Much as I longed to know more about Lorna, and though all mj^ heart was yearning, I could not reconcile it yet with my duty to mother and Annie, to leave them on the following day, which happened to be a Sunday. For lo, before breakfast was out of our mouths, there camc^ all the men of the farm, and 182 LORNA DOONE. their wives, and even the two crow-boys, dressed as if going to Barnstaple fair, to inquire how Master John was, and whether it was true that the King had made him one of his body-guard; and if so, what Avas to be done w4th the belt for the champion- ship of the West-Counties' wrestling, which I had held now for a year or more, and none were ready to challenge it. Strange to say, this last point seemed the most important of all to them; and none asked who Avas to manage the farm, or answer for their wages ; but all asked who Avas to wear the belt. To this I replied, after shaking hands twice over all round with all of them, that I meant to wear the belt myself, for the honor of Oare parish, so long as ever God gave me strength, and health to meet all comers : for I^ had never been asked to be body-guard; and if asked I would never have done it. Some of them cried that the King must be mazed, not to keep me for his protection, in these violent times of Popery. I could have told them that the King was not in the least afraid of Papists, but on the contrary, very fond of them ; however, I held my tongue, remembering what Judge Jeffreys bade me. In church, the whole congregation, man, Avoman, and child (except indeed the SnoAve girls, avIio only looked Avhen I was not Avatching), turned on me Avith one accord, and stared so steadfastly, to get some reflection of the King from me, that they forgot the time to kneel doAvn, and the parson was forced to speak to them. If I coughed, or moA^ed my book, or bowed, or even said "Amen," glances Avere exchanged A\diich meant — "That he hath learned in London toA\ai, and most likely from His Majesty." HoAvever, all this Avent off in time ; and people became even angry with me, for not being sharper (as they said), or smarter, or a whit more fashionable, for all the great company I had seen, and all the Avondrous things Avasted upon me. But though I may have been none the Aviser by reason of my stay in London, at any rate I Avas much the better in virtue of coming home again. For noAv I had learned the joy of quiet, and the gratitude for good things round us, and the love Ave OAve to others (even those Avho must be kind), for their indul- gence to us. All this, before my journey, had been too much as a matter of course to me ; but having missed it noAv I kncAv that it was a gift, and might be lost. Moreover, I had pined so much, in the dust and heat of that great town, for trees, and fields, and running Avaters, and the sounds of country life, and the air of country Avinds, that never more could I groAv Aveary of those soft enjoyments; or at least I thought so then. JOHN HAS HOPE OF LORN A. 183 To awake as the summer sun came slanting over the hill- tops, with hope on every beam aclance to the laughter of the morning; to see the leaves across the Avindow ruflling on the fresh new air, and the tendrils of the powdery vine turning from their beaded sleep. Then the lustrous meadows far beyond the thatch of the garden-wall, yet seen beneath the hanging scollops of the walnut-tree, all awaking, dressed in pearl, all amazed at their own glistening, like a maid at her own ideas. Down th^n troop the lowing kine, walking each with a step of character (even as men and women do), yet all alike with toss of horns, and spread of udders ready. From them, without a word, we turn to the farm-yard proper, seen on the right, and dryly strawed from the petty rush of the pitch-paved runnel. Eound it stand the snug outbuildings, barn, corn-chamber, cider-press, stables, with a blinker'dhorse in every doorway munching, while his driver tightens buckles, whistles and looks doAvn the lane, dallying to begin his labor till the milkmaids be gone by. Here the cock comes forth at last; — where has he been lingering? — eggs may tell to-mor- row — he claps his wings and shouts "cock-a-doodle; " and no other cock dare look at him. Two or three go sidling off, wait- ing till their spurs be grown ; and then the crowd of partlets comes, chattering how their lord has dreamed, and crowed at two in the morning, and praying that the old brown rat would only dare to face him. But while the cock is crowing still, and the pullet world admiring him, who comes up but the old turkey-cock, Avith all his family round him. Then the geese at the lower end begin to thrust their breasts out, and mum their downbits, and look at the gander, and scream shrill joy for the conflict; while the ducks in pond show nothing but tail, in proof of their strict neutrality. While yet we dread for the coming event, and the fight which would jar on the morning, behold the grandmother of sows, gruffly grunting, right and left, with muzzle which no ring may tame (not being matrimonial), hulks across between the two, moving all each side at once, and then all of the other side, as if she were chined down the middle, and afraid of spilling the salt from her. As this mighty view of lard hides each comba- tant from the other, gladly each retires, and boasts how he would have slain his neighbor, but that old sow drove the other away, and no wonder he was afraid of her, after all the chicks she has eaten. And so it goes on; and so the sun comes, stronger from his drink of dew; and the cattle in the byres, and the horses from 184 LORN A DOONE. the stable, and the men from cottage-door, each has had his rest and food, all smell alike of hay and straw, and every one must hie to work, be it drag, or draw, or delve. So thought I, on the Monday morning; while my own work lay before me, and I was plotting how to quit it, void of harm to every one, and let my love have work a little — hardest per- haps of all work, and yet as sure as sunrise. I knew that my first day's task on the farm Avould be strictly watched by every one, even by my gentle mother, to see what I had learned in London. But could I let still another day pass, for Lorna to think me faithless? I felt much inclined to tell dear mother all about Lorna, and how I loved her, yet had no hope of winning her. Often and often I had longed to do this, and have done with it. But the thought of my father's terrible death, at the hands of the Doones, prevented me. And it seemed to me foolish and mean to grieve mother, without any chance of my suit ever speeding. If once Lorna loved me, my mother should know it ; and it would be the greatest happiness to me to have no concealment from her, though at first she was sure to grieve terribly. But I saw no more chance of Lorna loving me, than of the man in the moon coming down; or rather of the moon coming down to the man, as related in old mythology. Now the merriment of the small birds, and the clear voice of the waters, and the lowing of cattle in meadoAvs, and the view of no houses (except just our own and a neighbor's) and the knowledge of every body around, their kindness of heart, and simplicity, and love of their neighbor's doings, — all these could not help or please me at all, and many of them were much against me, in my secret depth of longing, and dark tumult of the mind. Many people may think me foolish, especially after coming from London, where many nice maids looked at me (on account of my bulk and stature) and I might have been fitted up with a sweetheart, in spite of my west- country twang, and the smallness of my purse ; if only I had said the word. But nay ; I have contempt for a man whose heart is like a shirt-stud (such as I saw in London cards), fitted into one to-day, sitting bravely on the breast; plucked out on the morrow morn, and the place that knew it, gone. Now, what did I do but take my chance ; reckless whether any one heeded me or not, only craving Lorna's heed, and time for ten words to her. Therefore I left the men of tlie farm as far away as might be, after making them work with me (which no man round our parts could do, to his own satisfaction) a,nd JOHN UAS HOPE OF LORN A. 185 then knowing them to be well weary, very unlike to follow me — and still more unlike to tell of me, for each had his London present — I strode right away, in good trust of my speed, with- out any more misgivings ; but resolved to face the "worst of it, and to try to be home for supper. And first I went, I know not why, to the crest of the broken highland, whence I had agreed to watch for any mark or signal. And sure enough at last I saw (when it was too late to see) that the white stone had been covered over with a cloth or mantle, — the sign that something had arisen to make Lorna want me. For a moment, I stood amazed at my evil fortune 5 that I should be too late, in the very thing of all things on which my heart was set ! Then after eying sorrowfully every crick and cranny, to be sure that not a single flutter of my love was visible, off I set, with small respect either for my knees or neck, to make the round of the outer cliffs, and come up my old access. Nothing could stop me; it was not long, although to me it seemed an age, before I stood in the niche of rock at the head of the slippery watercourse, and gazed into the quiet glen, where my foolish heart was dwelling. Notwithstanding doubts of right, notwithstanding sense of duty, and despite all manly striving, and the great love of my home, there my heart was ever dwelling, knowing what a fool it w^as, and content to know it. Many birds came twittering round me in the gold of August ; many trees showed twinkling beauty, as the sun went lower ; and the lines of water fell, from wrinkles into dimples. Little heeding, there I crouched; though w^ith sense of every thing that afterwards should move me, like a picture or a dream; and every thing w^ent by me softly, while my heart was gazing. At last, a little figure came, not insignificant (I mean), but looking very light and slender in the moving shadows, gently here and softly there, as if vague of purpose, with a gloss of tender movement, in and out the wealth of trees, and liberty of the meadow. Who was I to crouch, or doubt, or look at her from a distance ; what matter if they killed me now, an one tear came to bury me ? Therefore I rushed out at once, as if shot-guns were unknown yet; not from any real courage, but from prisoned love burst forth. I know^ not whether my own Lorna was afraid of what I looked, or what I might say to her, or of her own thoughts of me : all I know is that she looked frightened, when I hoped for gladness. Perhaps the power of my joy was more than maiden liked to own, or in any way to answer to; and to tell 186 LORN A BOONE. the truth, it seemed as if I might now forget myself; while she would take good care of it. This makes a man grow thoughtful; unless as some low fellows do, he believe all women hypocrites. Therefore I went slowly towards her, taken back in my impulse ; and said all I could come to say, with some distress in doing it. "Mistress Lorna, 1 had hope that you were in need of me." "Oh, yes; but that was long ago; two months ago, or more, sir." And saying this she looked away, as if it all were over. But I was now so dazed and frightened, that it took my breath away, and 1 could not answer, feeling sure that I was robbed, and some one else had won her. And I tried to turn away, without another word, and go. But I could not help one stupid sob, though mad with my- self for allowing it, but it came too sharp for pride to stay it, and it told a world of things. Lorna heard it, and ran to me, with her bright eyes full of wonder, pity, and great kindness, as if amazed that I had more than a simple liking for her. Then she held out both hands to me; and I took and looked at them. "Master Ridd, I did not mean," she whispered, very softly, " I did not mean to vex you." " If you would be loth to vex me, none else in this world can do it," I auswered out of my great love, but fearing yet to look at her, mine eyes not being strong enough. "Come away from this bright place," she answered, trem- bling in her turn; "I am watched and spied of late. Come beneath the shadows, John." I would have leaped into the valley of the shadow of death (as described by the late John Bunyan), only to hear her call me "John; " though A^^ollyon were lurking there, and Despair should lock me in. She stole across the silent grass; but I strode hotly after her ; fear was all beyond me now, except the fear of losing her. I could not but beliold her manner, as she went before me, all her grace, and lovely sweetness, and her sense of what she was. She led me to her own rich bower, which I told of once before; and if in spring it were a sight, what was it m summer glory? But although my mind had notice of its fair- ness and its wonder, not a heed my heart took of it, neither dwelt it in my presence more than flowing water. All that in my presence dwelt, all that in my heart was felt, was the maiden moving gently, and afraid to look at me. For now the power of my love was abiding on her, new to JOHN HAS HOPE OF LORN A. 187 her, unknown to her; not a thing to speak about, nor even to think clearly; only just to feel and wonder, with a pain of sweetness. She could look at me no more, neither could she look away, with a studied manner — only to let fall her eyes, and blush, and be put out with me, and still more with herself. I left her quite alone; though close, though tingling to have hold of her. Even her right hand was dropped, and lay among the mosses. Neither did I try to steal one glimpse below her eyelids. Life and death were lianging on the first glance I should win; yet I let it be so. After long or short — I know not, yet ere I was weary, ere I yet began to think or wish for any answer — Lorna slowly raised her eyelids, with a gleam of dew below them, and looked at me doubtfully. Any look with so much in it never met my gaze before. " Darling, do you love me ? " was all that I could say to her. "Yes, I like you very much," she answered, with her eyes gone from me, and her dark hair falling over, so as not to show me things. "But do you love me, Lorna, Lorna; do you love me more than all the world ? " " No, to be sure not. Now why should I ? " " Li truth, I know not why you should. Only I hoped that you did, Lorna. Either love me not at all, or as I love you, for ever." "John, I love you very much; and 1 would not grieve you. You are the bravest, and the kindest, and the simplest of all men — I mean of all people — I like you very much, Master Eidd, and I think of you almost every day." " That Avill not do for me, Lorna. Not almost every day I think, but every instant of my life, of you. For you I would give up my home, my love of all the world beside, my duty to my dearest ones; for you I would give up my life, and hope of life beyond it. Do you love me so ? " "Not by any means," said Lorna; "no; I like you very much, when you do not talk so wildly; and I like to see you come as if you would fill our valle}^ up, and I like to think that even Carver would be nothing in your hands — but as to lik- ing you like that, what should make it likely ? especially when I have made the signal, and for some two months or more, you have never even answered it! If you like me so ferociously, whv do you leave me for other people to do just as they like with me ? " 188 LORN A DO ONE. " To do as they like ! Oh, Lorna, not to make you marry Carver ? " "No, Master Eidd, be not frightened so; it makes me fear to look at you." "But you have not married Carver yet ? Say quick! Why keep me waiting so ? " " Of course I have not, Master Eidd. Should I be here if I had, think you, and allowing you to like me so, and to hold my hand, and make me laugh, as I declare you almost do sometimes ? And at other times you frighten me." "Did they want you to marry Carver ? Tell me all the truth of it." "Not yet, not yet. They are not half so impetuous as you are, John. I am only just seventeen, you know, and who is to think of marrying ? But they wanted me to give miy word, and be formally betrothed to him in the presence of my grand- father. It seems that something frightened them. There is a youth named Charleworth Doone, every one calls him 'Charlie; ' a headstrong and gay young man, very gallant in his looks and manner ; and my uncle, the Counsellor, chose to fancy that Charlie looked at me too much, coming by my grand- father's cottage." Here Lorna blushed so that I was frightened, and began to hate this Charlie more, a great deal more, than even Carver Doone. "He had better not," said I; "I will fling him over it, if he dare. He shall see thee through the roof, Lorna, if at all he see thee." " Master Eidd, you are worse than Carver ! I thought you were so kind-hearted. Well, they wanted me to promise, and even to swear a solemn oath (a thing I have never done in my life) that I would wed my eldest cousin, this same Carver Doone, who is twice as old as I am, being thirty-five and upwards. That was why I gave the token that I wished to see you, Master Eidd. They pointed out how much it was for the peace of all the family, and for mine own benefit; but I would not listen for a moment, though the Counsellor was most eloquent, and my grandfather begged me to consider, and Carver smiled his pleasantest, which is a truly frightful thing. Then both he and his crafty father were for using force with me; but Sir Ensor would not hear of it; and they have put off that extreme, until he shall be past its knowl- edge, or, at least, beyond preventing it. And now I am watched, and spied, and followed, and half my little liberty JO UN HAS HOPE OF LORN A. 189 seems to be taken from me. I could not be here speaking with you, even in my own nook and refuge, but for the aid, and skill, and courage of dear little Gwenny Carfax. She is now my chief reliance, and through her alone I hope to baffle all my enemies, since others have forsaken me." Tears of sorrow and reproach were lurking in her soft dark eyes, until in fewest words I told her, that my seeming negli- gence was nothing but my bitter loss and wretched absence far away; of which I had so vainly striven to give any tidings without danger to her. When she heard all this, and saw what I had brought from London (which was nothing less than a ring of pearls with a sapphire in the midst of them, as pretty as could well be found), she let the gentle tears flow fast, and came and sat so close beside me, that I trembled like a folded sheep at the bleating of her lamb. But recovering comfort quickly, without more ado, I raised her left hand, and observed it with a nice regard, wondering at the small blue veins, and curves, and tapering whiteness, and the points it finished with. My wonder seemed to please her much, her- self so Avell accustomed to it, and not fond of watching it. And then, before she could say a word, or guess what I was up to, as quick as ever I turned hand at a bout of wrestling, on her finger was my ring — sapphire for the veins of blue, and pearls to match white fingers. " Oh, you crafty Master Eidd ! " said Lorna, looking up at me, and blushing now a far brighter blush than when she spoke of Charlie; "I thought that you were much too simple ever to do this sort of thing. No wonder you can catch the fish, as when first I saw you." " Have I caught you, little fish ? Or must all my life be spent in hopeless angling for you ? " "Keither one, nor the other, John! You have not caught me yet altogether, though I like you dearly, John; and if you will only keep away, I shall like you more and more. As for hopeless angling, John — that all others shall have until I tell you otherwise." AVith the large tears in her eyes — tears which seemed to me to rise partly from her want to love me with the power of my love — she put her pure bright lips, half smiling, half prone to reply to tears, against my forehead lined with trouble, doubt, and eager longing. And then she drew my ring from off that snowy twig her finger, and held it out to me; and then, seeing how my face was falling, thrice she touched it with her lips, and sweetly gave it back to me. 190 LORN A BOONE. "John, I dare not take it now; else I should be cheating you. I will try to love you dearly, even as you deserve and wish. Keep it for me just till then. Something tells me I shall earn it, in a very little time. Perhaps you will be sorry then, sorry when it is all too late, to be loved by such as I am." What could I do at her mournful tone, but kiss a thousand times the hand which she put up to warn me, and vow that I would rather die with one assurance of her love, than without it live for ever, with all beside that the world could give ? Upon this she looked so lovely, with her dark eyelashes trembling, and her soft eyes full of light, and the color of clear sunrise mounting on her cheeks and brow, that I was forced to turn away, being overcome with beauty. "Dearest darling, love of my life," I whispered through her clouds of hair; "how long must I wait to know, how long must I linger doubting whether you can ever stoop from your birth and wondrous beauty to a poor coarse hind like me, an ignorant unlettered yeoman " "I will not have you revile yourself," said Lorna, very ten- derly — just as I had meant to make her. " You are not rude and unlettered, John. You know a great deal more than I do : you have learned both Greek and Latin, as you told me long ago, and you have been at the very best school in the West of England. None of us but my grandfather, and the Coun- sellor (who is a great scholar), can compare with you in this. And though I have laughed at your manner of speech, I only laughed in fun, John; I never meant to vex you by it, nor knew that I had done so." "Nought you say can vex me, dear," I answered, as she leaned towards me, in her generous sorrow; "unless you say, 'Begone, John Ridd; I love another more than you.^ " " Then I shall never vex you, John. Never, I mean, by saying that. Now, John, if you please, be quiet " For I was carried away so much, by hearing her call me " John " so often, and the music of her voice, and the way she bent toward me, and the shadow of soft weeping in the sun- light of her eyes, that some of my great hand was creeping in a manner not to be imagined, and far less explained, toward the lithesome, wholesome curving underneath her mantle-fold, and out of sight and harm, as I thought; not being her front waist. However, I was dashed with that, and pretended not to mean it; only to pluck some lady-fern, whose elegance did me no good. "Now, John," said Lorna, being so quick that not even a REAPING LEADS TO BEV ELLIN G. 191 lover could cheat her, and observing m}- confusion more in- tently than she need have done. "Master »Tohn Ridd, it is high time for you to go liome to your mother. 1 love your mother very much, from what you have told me about her, and I will not have her cheated." "If you truly love my mother," said I, very craftily, "the only way to show it is by truly loving me." Upon that, she laughed at me in the sweetest manner, and with such provoking ways, and such come-and-go of glances, and beginning of quick blushes, which she tried to laugh away; that I knew, as well as if she herself had told me, by some knowledge (void of reasoning, and the surer for it), I knew quite well, while all my heart was burning hot within me, and mine eyes were shy of hers, and her eyes were shy of mine; for certain and for ever this I knew — as in a glory — that Lorna Doone had now begun, and would go on, to love me. CHAPTER XXIX. REAPING LEADS TO REVELLING. Although I was under interdict for two months from my darling — "one for your sake, one for mine," she had whis- pered, with her head withdrawn, yet not so very far from me — lighter heart was not on Exmoor than I bore for half the time, and even for three quarters. For she was safe; I knew that daily by a mode of signals, well-contrived between us now, on the strength of our experience. " I have nothing now to fear, John, " she had said to me, as we parted ; " it is true that I am spied and watched, but Gwenny is too keen for them. While I have my grandfather to prevent all violence; and little Gwenny to keep watch on those who try to watch me ; and you above all others, John, ready at a moment, if tl^e worst comes to the worst — this neglected Lorna Doone .was never in such case before. Therefore do not squeeze my hand, John; I am safe without it, and you do not know your strength." Ah, I knew my strength right well. Hill and valley scarcely seemed to be step and landing for me ; fiercest cattle I would play with, making them go backward, and afraid of hurting them, like John Fry with his terrier; even rooted 192 LOBNA DOONE. trees seemed to me but as sticks I could smite down, except for my love of every thing. The love of all things was upon me, and a softness to them all, and a sense of having some- thing even such as they had. Then the golden harvest came, waving on the broad hill- side, and nestling in the quiet nooks scooped from out the fringe of wood. A wealth of harvest, such as never glad- dened all our country-side since my father ceased to reap, and his sickle hung to rust. There had not been a man on Exmoor fit to work that reaping-hook, since the time its owner fell, in the prime of life and strength, before a sterner reaper. But now I took it from the wall, where mother proudly stored it, while she watched me, hardly knowing whether she should smile or cry. • All the parish was assembled in our upper courtyard; for we were to open the harvest that year, as had been settled with Farmer Nicholas, and with Jasper Kebby, who held the third or little farm. We started in proper order, therefore, as our practice is : first, the parson, Josiah Bowden, wearing his gown and cassock, with the parish Bible in his hand, and a sickle strapped behind him. As he strode along well and stoutly, being a man of substance, all our family came next, I leading mother with one hand, in the other bearing my father's hook, and with a loaf of our own bread and a keg of cider upon my back. Behind us Annie and Lizzie walked, wearing wreaths of corn-flowers, set out very prettily, such as mother would have worn, if she had been a farmer's wife, instead of a farmer's widow. Being as she was, she had no adornment, except that her widow's hood was off, and her hair allowed to flow, as if , she had been a maiden; and very rich bright hair it was, in spite of all her troubles. After us, the maidens came, milkmaids and the rest of them, with Betty Muxworthy at their head, scolding even now, because they would not walk fitly. But they only laughed at her; and she knew it was no good to scold, with all the men behind them. Then the Snowes came trooping forward; Farmer Nicholas in the middle, walking as if he would rather walk to a wheat- field of his own, yet content to follow lead, because he knew himself the leader; and signing every now and then to the people here and there, as if I were nobody. But to see his three great daughters, strong and handsome wenches, making upon either side, as if somebody would run off with them — this was the very thing that taught me how to value Lorna, and her pure simplicity. HEAPING LEADS TO BEVELLING. 193 After the Snowes, came Jasper Kebby, with his wife new- married; and a very honest pair they were, upon only a hun- dred acres, and a right of common. After these the men came hotly, without decent order, trying to spy the girls in front, and make good jokes about them, at which their wives laughed heartily, being jealous when alone perhaps. And after these men and their wives came all the children toddling, picking flowers by the way, and chattering and asking questions, as the children will. There must have been threescore of us, take one with another; and the lane was full of people. When we were come to the big field-gate, where the first sickle was to be. Parson Bowden heaved up the rail with the sleeves of his gown done green with it; and he said that every body might hear him, though his breath was short, " In the name of the Lord, Amen! " "Amen! So be it! " cried the clerk, who was far behind, being only a shoemaker. Then Parson Bowden read some verses from the parish Bible, telling us to lift up our eyes, and look upon the fields already white to harvest; and then he laid the Bible down on the square head of the gate-post, and despite his gown and cassock, three good swipes he cut of corn, and laid them right end onwards. All this time the rest were huddling outside the gate, and along the lane, not daring to interfere with parson, but whispering how well he did it. When he had stowed the corn like that, mother entered, leaning on me, and we both said, " Thank the Lord for all His mercies, and tiiese the first fruits of His hand! " And then the clerk gave out a psalm verse by verse, done very well; although he sneezed in the midst of it, from a beard of wheat thrust up his nose by the rival cobbler at Brendon. And when the psalm was sung, so strongly that the foxgloves on the bank were shaking, like a chime of bells, at it, parson took a stoop of cider and we all fell to at reaping. Of course I mean the men, not women ; although I know that up the country, w^omen are allowed to reap; and right well they reap it, keeping row for row w^th men, comely, and in due order; yet, meseems, the men must ill attend to their own reaping-hooks, in fear lest the other cut themselves, being the weaker vessel. But in our part, women do what seems their proper business, following well behind the men, out of harm of the swinging-hook, and stooping with their breasts and arms up they catch the swathes of corn, where the reapers cast them, and tucking them together tightly with a wisp laid VOL. I. — 13 194 LORNA BOONE. under them, this they fetch around and twist, with a knee lo keep it close ; and lo, there is a goodly sheaf, ready to set up in stooks ! After these the children come, gathering each for his little self, if the farmer be right-minded; until each hath a bundle made as big as himself and longer, and tumbles now and again with it, in the deeper part of the stubble. We, the men, kept marching onwards down the flank of the yellow wall, with knees bent wide, and left arm bowed, and right arm flashing steel. Each man in his several place, keep- ing down the rig or chine, on the right side of the reaper in front, and the left of the man that followed him ; each making further sweep and inroad into the golden breadth and depth, each casting leftwards his rich clearance on his foregoer's double track. So like half a wedge of wildfowl, to and fro we swept the field; and when to either hedge we came, sickles wanted whetting, and throats required moistening, and backs were in need of easing, and every man had much to say, and women wanted praising. Then all returned to the other end, with reap- ing-hooks beneath our arms, and dogs left to mind jackets. But now, will you believe me well, or will you only laugh at me ? For even in the world of wheat, when deep among the varnished crispness of the jointed stalks, and below the feathered yielding of the graceful heads, even as I gripped the swathes and swept the sickle round them, even as I flung them by to rest on brother stubble, through the whirling yellow world, and eagerness of reaping, came the vision of my love, as with downcast eyes she wondered at my power of passion. And then the sweet remembrance glowed, brighter than the sun through wheat, through my very depth of heart, of how she raised those beaming eyes, and ripened in my breast rich hope. Even now I could descry, like high waves in the dis- tance, the rounded heads and folded shadows of the wood of Bagworthy. Perhaps she was walking in the valley, and softly gazing up at them. Oh, to be a bird just there! I could see a bright mist hanging just above the Doone Glen. Perhaps it was shedding its drizzle upon her. Oh, to be a drop of rain ! The very breeze which bowed the harvest to my bosom gently, might have come direct from Lorna, with her sweet voice laden. Ah, the flaws of air that wander where they will around her, fan her bright cheek, play with lashes, even revel in her hair and reveal her beauties — man is but a breath, we know, would I were such breath as that! But confound it, while I ponder, with delicious dreams sus- REAPING LEADS TO BEVELLING. 195 pended, with my right arm hanging frustrate and the giant sickle drooped, with my left arm bowed for clasping something more germane than wheat, and my eyes not minding business, but intent on distant woods, — confound it, what are the men about, and why am I left vaporing ? They have taken advan- tage of me, the rogues ! They are gone to the hedge for the cider-jars; they have had up the sledd of bread and meat, quite softly over the stubble, and if I can believe my eyes (so dazed with Lorna's image), they are sitting down to an excel- lent dinner, before the church clock has gone eleven! " John Fry, you big villain ! " I cried, with John hanging up in the air by the scruff of his neck-cloth, but holding still by his knife and fork, and a goose-leg in between his lips, " John Fry, what mean you by this, sir ? " "Latt me dowun, or I can't tell 'e," John answered, with some difficulty. So I let him come down, and I must confess that he had reason on his side. "Please your worship" — John called me so, ever since I returned from London, firmly believing that the King had made me a magistrate at least; though I was to keep it secret — " us zeed as how your worship were took with thinkin' of King's business, in the middle of the whate-rigg; and so us zed, 'Latt un coom to his zell, us had better zave taime, by takking our dinner; ' and here us be, plaise your worship, and hopps no offence with thick iron spoon full of vried taties." I was glad enough to accept the ladle full of fried batatas, and to make the best of things, which is generally done by let- ting men have their own way. Therefore I managed to dine with them, although it was so early. For according to all that I can find, in a long life and a varied one, twelve o'clock is the real time for a man to have his dinner. Then the sun is at his noon, calling halt to look around, and then the plants and leaves are turning, each with a little leisure time, before the work of the afternoon. Then is the balance of east and west, and then the right and left side of a man are in due proportion, and contribute fairly with harmonious fluids. And the health of this mode of life, and its reclaiming virtue are well set forth in our ancient rhyme, — '♦ Sunrise, breakfast ; sun high, dinner ; Sundown, sup ; makes a saint of a sinner." Whish, the wheat falls! Whirl again; ye have had good dinners; give your master and mistress plenty to supply an- 196 LOBNA BOONE, other year. And in truth we did reap well and fairly, through the whole of that afternoon, I not only keeping lead, but keep- ing the men up to it. We got through a matter of ten acres, ere the sun between the shocks, broke his light on wheaten plumes, then hung his red cloak on the clouds, and fell into gray slumber. Seeing this we wiped our sickles, and our breasts and fore- heads, and soon were on the homeward road, looking forward to good supper. Of course all the reapers came at night to the harvest- supper, and Parson Bowden to say the grace, as well as to help to carve for us. And some help was needed there, I can well assure you; for the reapers had brave appetites, and most of their wives having babies were forced to eat as a duty. Neither failed they of this duty; cut and come again was the order of the evening, as it had been of the day; and I had no time to ask questions, but help meat and ladle gravy. All the while our darling Annie, with her sleeves tucked up, and her comely ligure panting, was running about Avith a bucket of taties mashed with lard and cabbage. Even Lizzie had left her books, and was serving out beer and cider; while mother helped plum-pudding largely on pewter plates with the mutton. And all the time, Betty Muxworthy was grunting in and out everywhere, not having space to scold even, but changing the dishes, serving the meat, poking the fire, and cooking more. But John Fry would not stir a peg, except with his knife and fork, having all the airs of a visitor, and his wife to keep him eating, till I thought there would be no end of it. Then having eaten all they could, they prepared themselves, with one accord, for the business now of drinking. But first they lifted the neck of corn, dressed with ribbons gaily, and set it upon the mantel-piece, each man with his iiorn a-froth ; and then they sang a song about it, every one shouting in the chorus louder than harvest thunderstorm. Some were in the middle of one verse, and some at the end of the next one ; yet somehow all managed to get together in the mighty roar of the burden. And if any farmer up the country would like to know Exmoor harvest-song, as sung in my time, and will be sung long after I am garnered home, lo here I set it down for him, omitting only the dialect, which perchance might puzzle him. REAPING LEADS TO BEVELLING. 197 EXMOOR HARVEST-SONG. 1. The corn, oh the corn, 'tis the ripening of the com ! Go unto the door, my lad, and look beneath the moon. Thou canst see, beyond the woodrick, how it is yelloon : 'Tis the harvesting of wheat, and the barley must be shorn. {Chorus.) The corn, oh the corn, and the yellow, mellow corn ! Here's to the corn, with the cups upon the board ! We've been reaping all the day, and we'll reap again the morn, And fetch it home to mow-yard, and then we'll thank the Lord. 2. The wheat, oh the wheat, 'tis the ripening of the wheat 1 All the day it has been hanging down its heavy head, Bowing over on our bosoms with a beard of red : 'Tis the harvest, and the value makes the labor sweet. ( Chorus.) The wheat, oh the wheat, and the golden, golden wheat ! Here's to the wheat, with the loaves upon the board ! We've been reaping all the day, and we never will be beat. But fetch it all to mow-yard, and then we'll thank the Lord. 3. The barley, oh the barley, and the barley is in prime ! All the day it has been rusthng with its bristles brown. Waiting with its beard abowing, till it can be mown ! 'Tis the harvest and the barley must abide its time. (Chorus.) The barley, oh the barley, and the barley ruddy brown ! Here's to the barley, with the beer upon the board ! We'll go amowing, soon as ever all the wheat is down ; When all is in the mow-yard, we'll stop, and thank the Lord. 4. The oats, oh the oats, 'tis the ripening of the oats ! All the day they have been dancing with their flakes of white, Waiting for the girding-hook, to be the nags' delight: 'Tis the harvest, let them dangle in their skirted coats. (Chorals.) The oats, oh the oats, and the silver, silver oats ! Here's to the oats with the backstone on the board ! We'll go among them, when the barley has been laid in rotes ; When all is home to mow-yard, we'll kneel and thank the Lord. 198 LORNA IJOONE. The corn, oh the corn, and the blessing of the corn ! Come unto the door, my lads, and look beneath the moon, We can see, on hill and valley, how it is yelloon, With a breadth of glory, as when our Lord was born. ( Chorus. ) The corn, oh the corn, and the yellow, mellow corn ! Thanks for the corn, with our bread upon the board ! So shall we acknowledge it, before we reap the morn, With our hands to heaven, and our knees unto the Lord. Now we sang this song very well the first time, having the parish choir to lead us, and the clarionet, and the parson to give us the time with his cup ; and we sang it again the second time, not so but what you might praise it (if you had been with us all the evening), although the parson Avas gone then, and the clerk not fit to compare wuth liim in the matter of keeping time. But when that song was in its third singing, I defy any man (however sober) to have made out one verse from the other, or even the burden from the verses, inasmuch as every man present, ay, and woman too, sang as became con- venient to them, in utterance both of words and tune. And in truth, there was much excuse for them; because it was a noble harvest, fit to thank the Lord for, without His thinking us hypocrites. For we had more land in wheat, that year, than ever we had before, and twice the crop to the acre ; and I could not help now and then remembering, in the midst of the merriment, how my father in the churchyard yonder would have gloried to behold it. And my mother, who had left us now, happening to return just then, being called to have her health drunk (for the twentieth time at least), I knew by the sadness in her eyes that she was thinking just as I was. Presently therefore I slipped away from the noise, and mirth, and smoking (although of that last there was not much, except from Farmer Nicholas), and crossing the court- yard in the moonlight, I went, just to cool myself, as far as my father's tombstone. ANNIE GETS THE BEST OF IT. 199 CHAPTER XXX. AXXIE GETS THE BEST OF IT. I HAD long outgrown unwholesome feeling as to my father's death; and so had Annie; though Lizzie (who must have loved him least) still entertained some evil will, and longing for a punishment. Tlierefore I was surprised (and indeed, startled would not be too much to say, the moon being some- what fleecy) to see our Annie sitting there as motionless as the tombstone, and with all her best fal-lals upon her, after stow- ing away the dishes. My nerves however are good and strong, except at least in love matters wherein they always fail me, and when I meet with witches; and therefore I went up to Annie, although she looked so white and pure; for I had seen her before with those things on, and it struck me who she was. "What are you doing here, Annie?" I enquired rather sternly, being vexed with her for having gone so very near to frighten me. "Nothing at all," said our Annie shortly. And indeed it was truth enough for a woman. Xot that I dare to believe that women are such liars as men say ; only that I mean they often see things round the corner, and know not which is which of it. And indeed I never have known a woman (though right enough in their meaning) purely and perfectly true and transparent, except only my Lorna; and even so, I might not have loved her, if she had been ugly. "Why, how so?" said T; "Miss Annie, what business have you here, doing nothing at this time of night? And leaving me with all the trouble to entertain our guests ! " "You seem not to me to be doing it, John," Annie answered softly; "what business have you here doing nothing, at this time of night? " I was taken so aback with this, and the extreme impertinence of it, from a mere young girl like Annie, that I turned round to march away and have nothing more to say to her. But she jumped up, and caught me by the hand, and threw herself upon my bosom, with lier face all wet with tears. " Oh John, I Avill tell you. I will tell you. Only don't be angry, John." " Angry! no indeed," said I; "what right liave I to be angry 200 LORNA DOO^E. with you, because you have your secrets? Every chit of a girl thinks now that she has a right to her secrets." "And you have none of your own, John; of course you have none of your own? All your going out at night " "We will not quarrel here, poor Annie," I answered, with some loftiness; there are many things upon my mind, which girls can have no notion of." " And so there are upon mine, John. Oh John, I will tell you every thing, if you will look at me kindly, and promise to forgive me. Oh, I am so miserable! " Now this, though she was behaving so badly, moved me much towards her; especially as I longed to know what she had to tell me. Therefore I allowed her to coax me, and to kiss me, and to lead me away a little, as far as the old yew- tree; for she would not tell me where she was. But even in the shadow there, she was very long before begin- ning, and seemed to have two minds about it, or rather perhaps a dozen; and she laid her cheek against the tree, and sobbed till it was pitiful; and I knew what mother would say to her, for spoiling her best frock so. "Now will you stop? " I said at last, harder than I meant it; for I knew that she would go on all night, if any one encour- aged her : and though not well acquainted with women, I under- stood my sisters; or else I must be a born fool — except of course that I never professed to understand Eliza. "Yes, I will stop," said Annie, panting; "you are very hard on me, John ; but I know you mean it for the best. If some- body else — I am sure I don't know who, and have no right to know no doubt, but she must be a wicked thing — if somebody else had been taken so with a pain all round the heart, Jolm, and no power of telling it, perhaps you would have coaxed, and kissed her, and come a little nearer, and made opx^ortunity to be very loving." Now this was so exactly what I had tried to do to Lorna, that my breath was almost taken away at Annie's so describ- ing it. For a while I could not say a Avord, but wondered if she were a witch, which had never been in our family : and then, all of a sudden, I saw the way to beat her, with the devil at my elbow. "From your knowledge of these things, Annie, you must have had them done to you. I demand to know this very moment who has taken such liberties." " Then, John, you shall never know, if you ask in that man- ner. Besides it was no liberty in the least at all. Cousins ANNIE GETS THE BEST OF IT. 201 have a right to do things — and when they are one's godfather " Here Annie stopped quite suddenly, having so betrayed herself; but met me in the lull moonlight, being resolved to face it out, with a good face put upon it. "Alas, I feared it would come to this," I answered very sadly; "I know he has been here many a time, without show- ing himself to me. There is nothing meaner than for a man to sneak, and steal a young maid's heart, without her people knowing it." " You are not doing anything of that sort yourself, then, dear John, are you?" "Only a common highwayman! " I answered, without heed- ing her; " a man without an acre of his own, and liable to hang upon any common, and no other right of common over it " " John," said my sister, " are the Doones privileged not to be hanged upon common land? " At this I was so thunderstruck, that I leaped in the air like a shot rabbit, and rushed as hard as 1 could through the gate and across the yard, and back into the kitchen; and there T asked Farmer Nicholas Snowe to give me some tobacco, and to lend me a spare pipe. This he did with a grateful manner, being now some five- fourths gone; and so I smoked the very first pipe that ever had entered my lips till then ; and beyond a doubt it did me good, and spread my heart at leisure. Meanwhile the reapers were mostly gone, to be up betimes in the morning; and some were led by their wives; and some had to lead their wives themselves; according to the capacity of man and Avife respectively. But Betty was as lively as ever, bustling about with every one, and looking out for the chance of groats, which the better off might be free with. And over the kneading-pan, next day, she dropped three and six- pence out of her pocket; and Lizzie could not tell for her life how much more might have been in it. Xow by the time I had almost finished smoking that pipe of tobacco, and wondering at myself for having so clespised it hitherto, and making up my mind to have another trial to-mor- row night, it began to occur to me that although dear Annie had behaved so very badly and rudely, and almost taken my breath away with the suddenness of her allusion, yet it was not kind of me to leave her out there at that time of night, all alone, and in such distress. Any of the reapers going home might be gotten so far bej'ond fear of ghosts as to venture into the churchyard; and although they would know a great deal 202 LOBNA DOOXE. better than to insult a sister of mine when sober, there was no telling what they might do in their present state of rejoicing. Moreover, it was only right that I should learn, for Lorna's sake, how far Annie, or any one else, had penetrated our secret. Therefore I went forth at once, bearing my pipe in a skilful manner, as I had seen Farmer Nicholas do ; and marking, with a new kind of pleasure, how the rings and wreaths of smoke hovered and fluttered in the moonlight, like a lark upon his carol. Poor Annie was gone back again to our father's grave ; and there she sat upon the turf, sobbing very gently, and not wishing to trouble any one. So I raised her tenderly, and made much of her, and consoled her, for I could not scold her there ; and perhaps after all she Avas not to be blamed so much as Tom Faggus himself was. Annie was very grateful to me, and kissed me many times, and begged my pardon ever so often for her rudeness to me. And then having gone so far with it, and finding me so complaisant, she must needs try to go a little further, and to lead me away from her own affairs, and into mine concerning Lorna. But although it was clever enough of her, she was not deep enough for me there ; and I soon discov- ered that she knew nothing, not even the name of my darling ; but only suspected from things she had seen, and put together like a woman. Upon this I brought her back again to Tom Faggus and his doings. " My poor Annie, have you really promised him to be his wife ? " " Then after all j^ou have no reason, John, no particular reason I mean, for slighting poor Sally Snowe so ? " "Without even asking mother or me ! Oh, Annie, it was wrong of you ! " " But, darling, you know that mother wishes you so much to marry Sally ; and I am sure you could have her to-morrow. She dotes on the very ground " " I dare say he tells you that, Annie, that he dotes on the ground you walk upon — but did you believe him, child ? " "You may believe me, I assure you, John; and half the farm to be settled upon her, after the old man's time; and though she gives herself little airs, it is only done to entice you ; she has the very best hand in the dairy, John, and the lightest at a turn-over cake " " Now, Annie, don't talk nonsense so. I wish just to know the truth about you and Tom Faggus. Do you mean to marrv him ? " " I to marry before my brother, and leave him with none to ANNIE GETS THE BEST OF IT. 203 take care of him ! Who can do him a red deer collop, except Sally herself, as I can? Come home, dear, at once, and I will do one for you; for you never ate a morsel of supper, with all the people you had to attend upon." This was true enough; and seeing no chance ot anything more than cross questions and crooked purposes, at which a girl was sure to beat me, I even allowed her to lead me home, with the thoughts of the collop uppermost. But I never counted upon being beaten so thoroughly as I was ; for knowing me now to be off my guard, the young hussy stopped at the farm- yard gate, as if with a briar entangling her, and while I was stooping to take it away, she looked me full in the face by the moonlight, and jerked out quite suddenly, — "Can your love do a collop, John?" "No, I should hope not," I answered rashly; "she is not a mere cook -maid I should hope." " She is not half so pretty as Sally Snowe ; I will answer for that," said Annie. " She is ten thousand times as pretty as ten thousand Sally Snowes," I replied with great indignation. ' " Oh, but look at Sally's eyes ! " cried my sister rapturously. "Look at Lorna Doone's," said I; "and you would never look again at Sally's." "Oh, Lorna Doone, Lorna Doone!" exclaimed our Annie, half-frightened, yet clapping her hands with triumph, at hav- ing found me out so : " Lorna Doone is the lovely maiden, who has stolen poor somebody's heart so. Ah, I shall remember it; because it is so queer a name. But stop, I had better write it down. Lend me your hat, poor boy, to write on." " I have a great mind to lend you a box on the ear, " I answered her in my vexation ; " and I would, if you had not been crying so, you sly good-for-nothing baggage. As it is, I shall keep it for Master Faggus, and add interest for keeping." " Oh no, John ; oh no, John, " she begged me earnestly, being sobered in a moment. " Your hand is so terribly heavy, John ; and he never would forgive you; although he is so good- hearted, he cannot put up with an insult. Promise me, dear John, that you will not strike him; and I will promise you faithfully to keep your secret, even from mother, and even from Cousin Tom himself." "And from Lizzie; most of all, from Lizzie," I answered, very eagerly, knowing too well which one of my family would be hardest with me. "Of course from little Lizzie," said Annie, with some con- 204 LOBNA DOONE. tempt; "a young thing like her cannot be kept too long, in my opinion, from the knowledge of such subjects. And besides, I should be very sorry if Lizzie had the right to know your secrets, as I have, dearest John. Not a soul shall be the wiser for your having trusted me, John; although I shall be very wretched when you are late away at night, among those dreadful people." " Well," I replied, " it is no use crying over spilt milk, Annie. You have my secret, and I have yours; and I scarcely know which of the two is likely to have the worst time of it, when it comes to mother's ears. I could put up with perpetual scold- ing; but not with mother's sad silence." " That is exactly how I feel, John ; " and as Annie said it she brightened up, and her soft eyes shone upon me ; " but now I shall be much happier, dear; because I shall try to help you. No doubt the young lady deserves it, John. She is not after the farm, I hope ! " "She!" I exclaimed; and that was enough; there was so much scorn in my voice and face. " Then, I am sure, I am very glad; " Annie always made the best of things; "for I do believe that Sally Snowe has taken a fancy to our dairy-place, and the pattern of our cream-pans; and she asked so much about our meadows, and the color of the jnilk " "Then, after all, you were right, dear Annie; it is the ground she dotes upon ! " "And the things that walk upon it," she answ^ered me, with another kiss; "Sally has taken a wonderful fancy to our best cow, 'Nipple pins.' But she never shall have her now; what a consolation ! " We entered the house quite gently thus, and found farmer Nicholas Snowe asleep, little dreaming how his plans had been overset between us. And then Annie said to me very slyly, between a smile ^nd a blush, — "Don't you wish Lorna Doone was here, John, in the parlor along with mother; instead of those tw^o fashionable milk- maids, as Uncle Ben will call them, and poor stupid Mistress Kebby?" " That indeed I do, Annie. I must kiss you for only think- ing of it. Dear me, it seems as if you had known all about us for a twelvemonth." " She loves you, w^ith all her heart, John. No doubt about that of course." And Annie looked up at me, as much as to say she would like to know who could help it. ANNIE GETS THE BEST OF IT. 205 "That's the very thing she won't do," said I, knowing that Annie Avould love me all the more for it; ''she is only begin- ning to like me, Annie; and as for loving, she is so young that she only loves her grandfather. But I hope she will come to it by-and-by." "Of course she must," replied my sister; "it will be impos- sible for her to help it." "Ah well! I don't know," for I wanted more assurance of it. " Maidens are such wondrous things ! " "^ot a bit of it," said Annie, casting her bright eyes down- wards : " love is as simple as milking ; when people know how to do it. But you must not let her alone too long; that is my advice to you. What a simpleton you must have been not to tell me long ago ! I would have made Lorna wild about you, long before this time, Johnny. But now you go into the par- lor, dear, while I do your collop. Faith Snowe is not come, but Polly and Sally. Sally has made up her mind to conquer you this very blessed evening, John. Only look what a thing of a scarf she has on; I should be quite ashamed to wear it. But you Avon't strike i30or Tom, will you?" "Not I, my darling, for your sweet sake." And so dear Annie, having grown quite brave, gave me a little push into the parlor, where I was quite abashed to enter, after all I had heard about Sally. And I made up my mind to examine her well, and try a little courting with her, if she should lead me on, that I might be in practice for Lorna. But when I perceived how grandly and richly both the young damsels were apparelled; and how, in their courtesies to me, they retreated, as if I were making up to them, in a way they had learned from Exeter ; and how they began to talk of the Court, as if they had lieen there all their lives, and the latest mode of the Duchess of this, and the profile of the Countess of that, and the last good saying of my Lord something ; instead of butter, and cream, and eggs, and things which they under- stood; I knew there must be somebody in the room besides Jasper Kebby to talk at. And so there was ; for behind the curtain drawn across the window-seat, no less a man than L^ncle Ben was sitting half asleep and Aveary; and by his side a little girl, A^ery quiet and very Avatchful. My mother led me to Uncle Ben, and he took my hand A\dthout rising, muttering something not over-polite, about my being bigger than eA^er. I asked him heartily hoAV he Avas, and he said, " Well enough, for that matter; but none tlie better for the noise you great clods liave been making." 206 LORNA BOONE. "I am sorry if we nave disturbed you, sir," I answered very civilly; "but I knew not that you were here even; and you must allow for harvest time." "So it seems," he replied; "and allow a great deal, includ- ing waste and drunkenness. Now (if you can see so small a thing, after emptying flagons much larger) this is my grand- daughter, and my heiress " — here he glanced at mother — "my heiress, little Ruth Huckaback." "I am very glad to see you, Ruth," I answered, offering her my hand, which she seemed afraid to take; "welcome to Plover's Barrows, my good cousin Ruth." However, my good cousin Ruth only arose, and made me a courtesy, and lifted her great brown eyes at me, more in fear, as I thought, than kinship. And if ever any one looked unlike the heiress to great property, it was the little girl before me. " Come out to the kitchen, dear, and let me chuck you to the ceiling," I said, just to encourage her; "I always do it to little girls; and then they can see the hams and bacon." But Uncle Reuben burst out laughing; and Ruth turned away with a deep rich color. "Do you know how old she is, you numskull?" said Uncle Ben, in his dryest drawl; "she was seventeen last July, sir." "On the first of July, grandfather," Ruth whispered, with her back still to me; "but many people will not believe it." Here mother came up to my rescue, as she always loved to do ; and she said, " If my son may not dance Miss Ruth, at any rate he may dance with her. We have only been waiting for 3^ou, dear John, to have a little harvest dance, with the kitchen door thrown open. You take Ruth; Uucle Ben take Sally ; Master Kebby pair oft' with Polly ; and neighbor Nicho- las will be good enough, if I can awake him, to stand up with fair mistress Kebby. Lizzie will play us the virginal. Won't you, Lizzie dear?" "But wlio is to dance with you, madam?" Uncle Ben asked, very politely. "I think you must rearrange your figure. I have not danced for a score of years ; and I will not dance now, while the mistress and the owner of the harvest sits aside neglected." "Nay, Master Huckaback," cried Sally Snowe, with a saucy toss of her hair; "Mistress Ridd is too kind a great deal, in handing you over to me. You take her ; and I will fetch Annie to be my partner this evening. I like dancing very unich better with girls, for they never squeeze and rumple one. Oh it is so much nicer ! " ANNIE GETS THE BEST OF IT. 207 " Have no fear for me, my dears," our mother answered smil- ing: "Parson Bowden promised to come back again: I expect him every minute; and he intends to lead me oft', and to bring a partner for Annie too, a very pretty young gentleman. Now begin; and I will join you." There was no disobeying her, without rudeness ; and indeed the girls' feet were already jigging; and Lizzie giving herself wonderful airs with a roll of learned music ; and even while Annie was doing my collop, her pretty round instep was arch- ing itself, as I could see from the parlor-door. So I took little Ruth, and I spun her around, as the sound of the music came lively and ringing; and after us came all the rest with much laughter, begging me not to jump over her ; and anon my grave partner began to smile sweetly, and look up at me with the brightest of eyes, and drop me the prettiest courtesies; till T thought what a great stupe I must have been, to dream of put- ting her in the cheese-rack. But one thing I could not at all understand ; why mother, who used to do all in her power to throw me across Sally Snowe, should now do the very ojDposite ; for she would not allow me one moment with Sally, not even to cross in the dance, or Avhisper, or go any where near a cor- ner (which, as I said, I intended to do, just by way of practice) ; while she kept me, all the evening, as close as possible with Ruth Huckaback, and came up and praised me so to Ruth, times and again, that I declare I was quite ashamed. Although of course I knew that I deserved it all; but I could not well say that. Then Annie came sailing down the dance, with her beautiful hair flowing round her; the lightest figure in all the room, and the sweetest, and the loveliest. She was blushing, with her fair cheeks red beneath her dear blue eyes, as she met my glance of surprise and grief at the partner she was leaning on. It was Squire Marwood de AYhichehalse. I would sooner have seen her with Tom Faggus, as indeed I had expected, Avhen I heard of Parson Bowden. And to me it seemed that she had no right to be dancing so with any other ; and to this effect I contrived to whisper; but she only said, " See to yourself, John. Xo, but let us both enjoy ourselves. You are not dancing with Lorna, John. But you seem uncommonly happy." " Tush," I said; " could I flip about so, if I had my love with me?" 208 LORNA BOONE. CHAPTEE XXXI. JOHN fry's ERRA.ND. We kept up the dance very late that night, mother being in such wonderful spirits, that she would not hear of our going to bed : while she glanced from young Squire Marwood, very deep in his talk with our Annie, to me and Euth Huckaback, who were beginning to be very pleasant company. Alas, poor mother, so proud as she was, how little she dreamed that her good schemes already were hopelessly going awry ! Being forced to be up before daylight next day, in order to begin right early, I would not go to my bed-room that night, for fear of disturbing my mother, but determined to sleep in the tallat awhile, that place being cool, and airy, and refresh- ing with the smell of sweet hay. Moreover, after my dwelling in town, where 1 had felt like a horse on a lime -kiln, I could not for a length of time have enough of country life. The mooing of a calf was music, and the chuckle of a fowl was wit, and the snore of the horses was news to me. " Wult have thee own wai, I rackon," said Betty, being cross with sleepiness, for she had washed up everything; "slape in hog-pound, if thee laikes, Jan." Letting her have the last word of it (as is the due of women) I stood in the court, and wondered awhile at the glory of the harvest moon, and the yellow world it shone upon. Then I saAV, as sure as I was standing there in the shadow of the stable, I saw a short wide figure glide across the foot of the courtyard, between me and the six-barred gate. Instead of running after it, as I should have done, I began to consider who it could be, and what on earth it was doing there, when all our people were in bed, and the reapers gone home, or to the lin- hay close against the wheatfield. Having made up my mind at last, that it could be none of our people — though not a dog was barking — and also that it must have been either a girl or a woman, I ran down with al] speed to learn what might be the meaning of it. But I came too late to learn, through my own hesitation; for this was the lower end of the courtyard, not the approach from the parish highway, but the end of the sledd-way across the fields where the brook goes down to the Lynn stream, and where Squire Faggus had saved the old drake. And here the dry channel of JOHN FRY'S EBB AND. 209 the brook, being scarcely any water now, afforded plenty of place to hide, leading also to a little coppice, beyond our cab- bage-garden, and so further on to the parish highway. I saw at once that it was vain to make any pursuit by moon- light; and resolving to hold my own counsel about it (though puzzled not a little) and to keep watch there another night, back I returned to the tallat-ladder, and slept without leaving off till morning. Now many people may wish to know, as indeed I myself did very greatly, what had brought Master Huckaback over from Dulverton, at that time of year, when the clothing business was most active on account of harvest wages, and when the new wheat was beginning to sample from the early parts up the country (for he meddled as well in corn-dealing) and when we could not attend to him properly, by reason of our occupation. And yet more surprising it seemed to me, that he should have brought his granddaughter also, instead of the troop of dra- goons, without which he had vowed he would never come here again. And how he had managed to enter the house, together ,with his granddaughter, and be sitting quite at home in the parlor there, without any knowledge or even suspicion on my part. That last question was easily solved, for mother herself had admitted them, by means of the little passage, during a chorus of the harvest-song which might have drowned an earth- quake: but as for his meaning and motive, and apparent neglect of his business, none but himself could interpret them; and as he did not see fit to do so, we could not be rude enough to inquire. He seemed in no hurry to take his departure, though his visit was so inconvenient to us, as himself indeed must have noticed: and presently Lizzie, who was the sharpest among us, said in my hearing that she believed he had purposely timed his visit so that he might have liberty to pursue his own object, what- soever it were, without interruption from us. Mother gazed hard upon Lizzie at this, having formed a very different opin- ion; but Annie and myself agreed that it was worth looking into. Now how could we look into it, without watching Uncle Keu- ben, whenever he went abroad, and trying to catch him in his speech, when he was taking his ease at night? For, in spite of all the disgust with which he had spoken of harvest was- sailing, there was not a man coming into our kitchen who liked it better than he did; only in a quiet way, and without too many witnesses. Now to endeavor to get at the purpose of VOL. I. -- U 210 LOBNA BOONE. any guest, even a treacherous one (which we had no right to think Uncle Reuben) by means of observing him in his cups, is a thing which even the lowest of people would regard with abhorrence. And to my mind it was not clear, whether it would be fair-play at all, to follow a visitor, even at a distance from home and clear of our premises ; except for the purpose of fetching him back, and giving him more to go on with. Nevertheless we could not but think, the times being wild and disjointed, that Uncle Ben was not using fairly the part of a guest in our house, to make long expeditions we knew not whither, and involve us in trouble we knew not what. For his mode was directly after breakfast to pray to the Lord a little (which used not to be his practice), and then to go forth upon Dolly, the which was our Annie's pony, very quiet and respectful, with a bag of good victuals hung behind him, and two great cavalry pistols in front. And he always wore his meanest clothes, as if expecting to be robbed, or to disarm the temptation thereto; and he never took his golden chronometer, neither his bag of money. So much the girls found out and told me (for I was never at home myself by day) ; and they very craftily spurred me on, having less noble ideas perhaps, to hit upon Uncle Reuben's track, and follow, and see what became of him. For he never returned until dark or more, just in time to be in before us, who were coming home from the harvest. And then Dolly always seemed very weary, and stained with a muck from beyond our parish. But I refused to follow him, not only for the loss of a daj^'s work to myself, and at least half a day to the other men, but chiefly because I could not think that it would be upright and manly. It was all very well to creep warily into the valley of the Doones, and heed every thing around me, both because they were public enemies, and also because I risked my life at every step I took there. But as to tracking a feeble old man (however subtle he might be), a guest moreover of our own, and a relative through my mother — " Once for all, " I said, "it is below me, and I won't do it.'" Thereupon, the girls, knowing my way, ceased to torment me about it : but what was my astonishment the very next day to perceive that instead of fourteen reapers, we were only thir- teen left, directly our breakfast was done with — or mowers rather I should say, for we were gone into the barley now. "Who has been and left his scythe?" I asked; "and here's a tin cup never handled ! " "Whoy, dudn't ee knaw, Maister Jan," said Bill Dadds, looking at me queerly, " as Jan Vry wur gane avore braxvass? " JOHN FRY'S EBRAND. 211 "Oh, very well," I answered, "John knoAvs what he is doing." For John Fry was a kind of foreman now, and it would not do to say anything that might lessen his authority. However, I made up my mind to rope him, when I should catch him by himself, without peril to his dignity. But when I came home in the evening, late and almost weary, there was no Annie cooking my supper, nor Lizzie by the fire reading, nor even little Ruth Huckaback watching the shadows and pondering. Upon this, I went to the girls' room, not in the very best of tempers ; and there I found all three of them in the little place set apart for Annie, eagerly listening to John Fry, who was telling some great adventure. John had a great jug of ale beside him, and a horn well drained; and he clearly looked upon himself as a hero, and the maids seemed to be of the same opinion. "Well done, John," my sister was saying, "capitally done, John Fry ! How very brave you have been, John ! Now quick, let us hear the rest of it." "What does all this nonsense mean?" I said, in a voice which frightened them, as I could see by the light of our own mutton candles; "John Fry, you be off to your wife at once, or you shall have what I owe you now, instead of to-morrow morning. " John made no answer, but scratched his head, and looked at the maidens to take his part. "It is you that must be off, I think," said Lizzie, looking straight at me, with all the impudence in the world: "what right have you to come in here to the young ladies' room, with- out an invitation even? " "Very well, Miss Lizzie, I suppose mother has some right here." And with that, I was going away to fetch her, know- ing that she always took my side, and never would allow the house to be turned upside down in that manner. But Annie caught hold of me by the arm, and little Ruth stood in the doorway; and Lizzie said, "Don't be a fool, John. We know things of you, you know ; a great deal more than you dream of." Upon this I glanced at Annie, to learn whether she had been telling, but her pure true face reassured me at once, and then she said very gently, — "Lizzie, you talk too fast, my child. No one knows any thing of our John, which he need be ashamed of; and working as he does from light to dusk, and earning the living of all of us, he is entitled to choose his own good time for going out and for coming in, without consulting a little girl five years 212 LORN A JDOONE. younger than himself. Now, John, sit down, and you shall know all that we have done, though I doubt whether you will approve of it." Upon this I kissed Annie, and so did Euth; and John Fry looked a deal more comfortable, but Lizzie only made a face at us. Then Annie began as follows : — " You must know, dear John, that we have been extremely curious, ever since Uncle Reuben came, to know what he was come for, especially at this time of year, when he is at his busiest. He never vouchsafed any exj^lanation, neither gave any reason, true or false, which shows his entire ignorance of all feminine nature. If Ruth had known, and refused to tell us, we should have been much easier, because we must have got it out of Ruth, before two or three days were over. But darling Ruth knew no more than we did; and indeed I must do her the justice to say, that she has been quite as inquisitive. Well, we might have put up with it, if it had not been for his taking Dolly, my own pet Dolly, aAvay every morning, quite as if she belonged to him, and keeping her out until close upon dark, and then bringing her home in a frightful condition. And he even had the impudence, when I told him that Dolly was my pony, to say that we owed him a pony, ever since you took from him that little horse upon which you found him strapped so snugly ; and he means to take Dolly to Dulverton with him, to run in his little cart. If there is law in the land, he shall not. Surely, John, you will not let him?" "That I won't," said I, "except upon the conditions which I offered him once before. If we owe him the pony, we owe him the straps." Sweet Annie laughed, like a bell, at this, and then she went on with her story. "Well, John, we were perfectly miserable. You cannot understand it, of course; but I used to go every evening, and hug poor Dolly, and kiss her, and beg her to tell me where she had been, and what she had seen, that day. But never having belonged to Balaam, darling Dolly was quite unsuccessful, though often she strove to tell me, with her ears down, and both eyes rolling. Then I made John Fry tie her tail in a knot, with a piece of white ribbon, as if for adornment, that I might trace her among the hills, at any rate for a mile or two. But Uncle Ben was too deep for that; he cut off the ribbon before he started, saying he would have no Doones after him. And then, in despair, I applied to you, knowing how quick of foot you are, and I got Ruth and Lizzie to help me, but you JOHN FRY'S EBB AND. 213 answered us very shortly ; and a very poor supper you had that night, according to your deserts. " But though we were dashed to the ground for a time, we were not wholly discomfited. Our determination to know all about it seemed to increase with the difficulty. And Uncle Ben's manner last night was so dry, when we tried to romp and to lead him out, that it was much worse than Jamaica ginger grated into a poor sprayed finger. So we sent him to bed at the earliest moment, and held a small council upon him. If you remember, you, John, having now taken to smoke (which is a hateful practice), had gone forth grumbling about your bad supper, and not taking it as a good lesson." ''Why, Annie," I cried, in amazement at this, "I will never trust you again for a supper. I thought you were so sorry." "And so I was, dear; very sorry. But still, we must do our duty. And when we came to consider it, Euth was the cleverest of us all ; for she said that surely we must have some man we could trust, about the farm, to go on a little errand; and then I remembered that old John Fry would do anything for money." "Not for money, plaize, miss," said John Fry, taking a pull at the beer; "but for the love o' your swate faice." "To be sure, John; with the King's behind it. And so Lizzie ran for John Fry at once, and Ave gave him full direc- tions, how he was to slip out of the barley in the confusion of the breakfast, so that none might miss him; and to run back to the black combe bottom, and there he would find the very same pony which Uncle Ben had been tied upon, and there is no faster upon the farm. And then, without Avaiting for any breakfast, unless he could eat it either running or trotting, he was to travel all up the black combe, by the track Uncle Eeu- ben had taken ; and up at the top to look forward carefully, and so to trace him Avithout being seen." "Ay; and raight aa-uII a doo'd un," John cried, AA^th his mouth in the bullock's horn. "Well, and what did you see, John?" I asked, with great anxiety ; though I meant to have shoAAai no interest. " John Avas just at the A^ery point of it," Lizzie ansAvered me sharply, "Avhen you chose to come in and stop him." "Then let him begin again," said I; "things being gone so far, it is noAv my duty to knoAv everything, for the sake of j'ou girls and mother." "Hem! " cried Lizzie, in a nasty way; but I took no notice of her, for she was alAA^ays bad to deal AA^th. Therefore John Fry began again, being heartily glad to do so, that his story 214 LORNA BOONE. might get out of the tumble which all our talk had made in it. But as he could not tell a tale, in the manner of my Lorna (although he told it very well, for those who understood him) I will take it from his mouth altogether, and state in brief what happened. When John, upon his forest pony, which he had much ado to hold (its mouth being like a bucket), was come to the top of the long black combe, two miles or more from Plover's Bar- rows, and winding to the southward, he stopped his little nag short of the crest, and got oft", and looked ahead of him, from behind a tump of whortles. It was a long flat sweep of moor- land over which he was gazing, Avith a few bogs here and there, and brushy places round thein. Of course, John Fry, from his shepherd life, and reclaiming of strayed cattle, knew as well as need be where he was, and the spread of the hills before him, although it was beyond our beat, or, rather, I should say beside it. Not but what we might have grazed there, had it been our pleasure, but that it was not worth our while, and scarcely worth Jasper Kebby's even; all the land being cropped (as one might say) with desolation. And nearly all our knowl- edge of it sprang from the unaccountable tricks of cows who have young calves with them; at which time they have wild desire to get away from the sight of man, and keep calf and milk for one another, although it be in a barren land. At least, our cows have gotten this trick, and I have heard other people complain of it. John Fry, as I said, kncAv the place well enough, but he liked it none the more for that, neither did any of our people; and, indeed, all the neighborhood of Thomshill and Larks- borough, and most of all Black Barrow Down lay under grave imputation of having been enchanted with a very evil spell. Moreover, it was known, though folk were loth to speak of it, even on a summer morning, that Squire Thom, who had been murdered there, a century ago or more, had ]:>een seen by sev- eral shepherds, even in the middle day, walking with his severed head carried in his left hand, and his right arm lifted towards the sun. Therefore it was very bold in John (as I acknowledged) to venture across that moor alone, even with a fast pony under him, and some whiskey by his side. And he would never have done so (of that I am quite certain), either for the sake of Annie's sweet face, or of the golden guinea, which the three maidens had subscribed to reward his skill and valor. But the truth was that he could not resist his own great curiosity. # ^ / ^-- . /' ■ HE LEANED OVER AND PEERED IN AROUND THE ROCKY CORNER." - Vol. I. p. 215- JOHN FRY'S ERRAND. 215 For, carefully spying across the moor, from behind the tuft of whortles, at first he could discover nothing having life and motion, except three or four wild cattle roving in vain search for nourishment, and a diseased sheep banished hither, and some carrion crows keeping watch on her. But when John was taking his very last look, being only too glad to go home again, and acknowledge himself battled, he thought he saw a figure moving in the furthest distance upon Black Barrow Down, scarcely a thing to be sure of yet, on account of the want of color. But as he watched, the figure passed between him and a naked cliff, and appeared to be a man on horseback, making his way very carefully, in fear of bogs and serpents. For all about there it is adders' ground, and large black ser- pents dwell in the marshes, and can swim as well as crawl. John knew that the man who Avas riding there could be none but Uncle Reuben, for none of the Doones ever passed that way, and the shepherds were afraid of it. And now it seemed an unkid place for an unarmed man to venture through, espe- cially after an armed one who might not like to be spied upon, and must have some dark object in visiting such drear solitudes. Nevertheless, John Fry so ached with unbearable curiosity to know what an old man, and a stranger, and a rich man, and a peaceable, could possibly be after in that mysterious manner. Moreover, John so throbbed with hope to find some wealthy secret, that come what would of it, he resolved to go to the end of the matter. Therefore he onl}^ waited awhile, for fear of being discovered, till Master Huckaback turned to the left, and entered a little gully, Avhence he could not survey tlie moor. Then John remounted, and crossed the rough land and the stony places, and picked his way among the morasses, as fast as ever he dared to go; until, in about half an hour, he drew nigh the entrance of the gully. And now it behoved him to be most wary; for Uncle Ben might have stopped in there, either to rest his horse or having reached the end of his journey. And in either case, John had little doubt that he himself would be pistolled, and nothing more ever heard of him. Therefore he made his pony come to the mouth of it sideways, and leaned over, and peered in around the rocky corner, while the little horse cropped at the briars. But he soon perceived tliat the gully was empty, so far at least as its course was straight; and with that he hastened into it, though his heart was not working easily. When he had traced the winding hollow for half a mile or more, he saw that 216 LORN A DOONE. it forked, and one part led to the left up a steep red bank, and the other to the right, being narrow, and slightly tending downwards. Some yellow sand lay here and there between the starving grasses, and this he examined narrowly for a trace of Master Huckaback. At last he saw that, beyond all doubt, the man he was pur- suing had taken the course which led down hill; and down the hill he must follow him. And this John did with deep mis- givings, and a hearty wish that he had never started upon so perilous an errand. For now he knew^ not where he was, and scarcely dared to ask himself, having heard of a horrible hole, somewnere in this neighborhood, called the " AYizard's Slough." Therefore John rode down the slope, with sorrow, and great caution. And these grew more as he went onward, and his pony reared against him, being scared, although a native of the roughest moorland. And John had just made up his mind that God meant this for a warning, as the passage seemed darker and deeper, Avhen suddenly he turned a corner, and saw a scene which stopj^ed him. For there was the Wizard's Slough itself, as black as death, and bubbling, with a few scant yellow reeds in a ring around it. Outside these, bright w^atergrass of the liveliest green was creeping, tempting any unwary foot to step, and plunge, and founder. And on the marge were blue campanula, sundew, and forget-me-not, such as no child could resist. On either side, the hill fell back, and the ground was broken with tufts of rush, and flag, and marestail, and a few rough alder-trees overclogged with water. And not a bird was seen, or heard, neither rail nor water-hen, wag-tail nor reed-warbler. Of this horrible quagmire, the worst upon all Exmoor, John had heard from his grandfather, and even from his mother, wlien they wanted to keep him quiet; but his father had feared to speak of it to him, being a man of piety, and up to the tricks of the evil one. This made John the more desirous to have a good look at it now, only with his girths well up, to turn away and flee at speed, if any thing should happen. And now he proved hoAV well it is to be wary and wide-awake, even in lone- some places. For at the other side of the Slough, and a few landyards beyond it, where the ground was less noisome, he had observed a felled tree lying over a great hole in the earth, wath staves of wood, and slabs of stone, and some yelloAV gravel around it. But the flags of reeds around the morass partly screened it from his eyes, and he could not make out the mean- ing of it, except that it meant no good, and probably was JOHN FRY'S ERRAND. 217 Avitchcraft. Yet Dolly seemed not to be harmed by it; for there she was, as large as life, tied to a stump not far beyond, and flipping the flies away with her tail. AVhile John was trembling within himself, lest Dolly should get scent of his pony, and neigh and reveal their presence, although she could not see them, suddenly to his great amaze- ment something white arose out of the hole, under the brown trunk of the tree. Seeing this his blood went back within him ; yet was he not able to turn and flee, but rooted his face in among the loose stones, and kept his quivering shoulders back, and prayed to God to protect him. However, the white thing itself was not so very awful, being nothing more than a long-coned night-cap with a tassel on the top, such as criminals wear at hanging-time. But when John saw a man's face under it, and a man's neck and shoulders slowly rising out of the pit, he could not doubt that this was the place where the murderers come to life again, according to the Exmoor story. He knew that a man had been hanged last week, and that this was the ninth day after it. Therefore he could bear no more, thoroughly brave as he had been; neither did he wait to see what became of the gallows -man; but climbed on his horse with what speed he might, and rode away at full gallop. jS^either did he dare go back by the way he came, fearing to face Black Barrow Down. Therefore he struck up the other track leading away towards Cloven Rocks, and after riding hard for an hour and drinking all his whiskey, he luckily fell in with a shepherd, who led him on to a pablic-hoiise somewhere near Exeford. And here he was so unmanned, the excitement being over, that nothing less than a gallon of ale and half a gammon of bacon, brought him to his right mind again. And he took good care to be home before dark, having followed a well-known sheep-track. When John Fry had finished his story at last, after many exclamations from Annie, and from Lizzie, and much praise of his gallantry, yet some little disappointment that he had not stayed there a little longer, while he Avas about it, so as to be able to tell us more, I said to him very sternly, — "Xow, John, you have dreamed half this, my man. I firmly believe that you fell asleep at the top of the black combe, after drinking all your whiskey, and never went on the moor at all. You know what a liar you are, John." The girls were exceedingly angry at this, and laid their hands before my mouth ; but I waited for John to answer, with my eyes fixed upon him steadfastly. 218 LORN A BOONE. "Bain't for me to denai/' said John, looking at me very honestly, " but what a maigh tull a lai, now and awhiles, zame as other men doth, and most of arl them as spaks again it ; but this here be no lai, Maister Jan. I wush to God it wor, boy : a maight slape this naight the better." "I believe you speak the truth, John; and I ask your par- don. Xow not a word to any one, about this strange affair. There is mischief brewing, I can see; and it is my place to attend to it. Several things come across me now — only I will not tell you." They were not at all contented with this; but I would give them no better; except to say when they plagued me greatly, and vowed to sleep at my door all night, — " Now, my dears, this is foolish of you. Too much of this matter is known already. It is for your own dear sakes that I am bound to be cautious. I have an opinion of my own; but it may be a very wrong one ; I will not ask you to share it with me; neither will I make you inquisitive." Annie pouted, and Lizzie frowned, and Ruth looked at me with her eyes wide open, but no other mark of regarding me. And I saw that if any one of the three (for John Fry was gone home with the trembles) could be trusted to keep a secret, that one was Ruth Huckaback. CHAPTER XXXII. FEEDING OF THE PIGS. The story told by John Fry that night, and my conviction of its truth, made me very uneasy, especially as following upon the warning of Judge Jeffreys, and the hints received from Jeremy Stickles, and the outburst of the tanner at Dunster, as well as sundry tales and rumors, and sighs of secret under- standing, seen and heard on market-days, and at places of entertainment. We knew for certain that at Taunton, Ih-idge water, and even Dulverton, there was much disaffection towards the King, and regret for the days of the Puritans. Albeit I had told the truth, and the pure and simple truth, when, upon my examination, I had assured liis lordship, that to the best of my knowledge there was nothing of the sort with us. But now I was beginning to doubt whether I might not have been mistaken; especially when we heard, as we did, of arms FEEDING OF THE PIGS. 219 being landed at Lynmouth, in tlie dead of tlie night, and of the tramp of men having reached some one's ears, from a hill where a famous echo was. For it must be plain to any con- spirator (without the example of the Doones) that for the secret muster of men, and the stowing of unlawful arms, and com- munication by beacon lights, scarcely a fitter place could be found than the wilds of Exmoor, with deep ravines running far inland from an unwatclied and mostly a sheltered sea. For the channel from Countisbury Foreland up to Minehead, or even further, though rock}-, and gusty, and full of currents, is safe from great rollers and the sweeping power of the south- west storms, which abound with us more than all the others, and make sad work on the opposite coast. But even supposing it probable that something against King Charles the Second (or rather against his Eoman advisers, and especially his brother) were now in preparation amongst us, was it likely that Master Huckaback, a wealthy man, and a careful one, known moreover to the Lord Chief Justice, would have anything to do with it? To this I could make no answer; Uncle Ben was so close a man, so avaricious, and so revenge- ful, that it was quite impossible to say what course he might pursue, without knowing all the chances of gain, or rise, or satisfaction to him. That he hated the Papists, I knew full well, though he never spoke much about them ; also that he had followed the march of Oliver Cromwell's army, but more as a suttler (people said) than as a real soldier; and that he would go a long way, and risk a great deal of money, to have his revenge on the Doones; although their name never passed his lips, during the present visit. But how was it likely to be, as to the Doones themselves? Which side would they probably take in the coming movement, if movement indeed it would be? So far as they had any relig- ion at all, by birth they were Eoman Catholics — so much I knew from Lorna; and indeed it was well known all around, that a priest had been fetched more than once to the valley, to soothe some poor outlaw's departure. On the other hand, they were not likely to entertain much affection for the son of the man who had banished them, and confiscated their prop- erty. And it was not at all impossible that desperate men, such as they were, having nothing to lose, but estates to recover, and not being held by religion much, should cast away all regard for the birth from which they had been cast out, and make common cause with a Protestant rising, for the chance of revenge and replacement. 220 LOBNA BOONE. However I do not mean to say, that all these things occurred to me as clearly as I have set them down; only that I was in general doubt, and very sad perplexity. For mother was so warm, and innocent, and so kind to every one, that knowing some little by .this time of the English constitution, I feared very greatly lest she should be punished for harboring malcon- tents. As well as possible I knew, that if any poor man came to our door, and cried, "Officers are after me; for God's sake take and hide me," mother would take him in at once, and conceal, and feed him ; even though he had been very violent : and, to tell the truth, so would both my sisters, and so indeed would I do. Whence it will be clear, that we were not the sort of people to be safe among disturbances. Before I could quite make up my mind how to act in this difficulty, and how to get at the rights of it (for I would not spy after Uncle Reuben, though I felt no great fear of the Wizard's Slough, and none of the man with white night-cap), a difference came again upon it, and a change of chances. For Uncle Ben went away, as suddenly as he first had come to us, giving no reason for his departure, neither claiming the pony, and indeed leaving something behind him of great value to my mother. For he begged her to see to his young grand- daughter, until he could find opportunity of fetching her safely to Dulverton. Mother was overjoyed at this, as she could not help displaying; and Ruth was quite as much de- lighted, although she durst not show it. For at Dulverton she had to watch and keep such ward on the victuals, and the in and out of the shopmen, that it went entirely against her heart, and she never could enjoy herself. Truly she was an altered maiden from the day she came to us; catching our unsuspicious manners, and our free good-will, and hearty noise of laughing. By this time, the harvest being done, and the thatching of the ricks made sure against south-western tempests, and all the reapers being gone, with good money and thankfulness, I began to burn in spirit for the sight of Lorna. I had begged my sister Annie to let Sally Siiowe know, once for all, that it was not in my power to have any thing more to do with her. Of course our Annie was not to grieve Sally, neither to let it appear for a moment that I suspected her kind views upon me, and her strong regard for our dairy : only I thought it right upon our part, not to waste Sally's time any longer, l)eing a handsome wench as she was, and many young fellows glad to marry her. FEEDiyG OF THE PIGS. 221 And Annie did this uncommonly well, as she herself told me afterwards, having taken Sally in the sweetest manner into her pure confidence, and opened half her bosom to her, about my very sad love affair. Not that she let Sally know, of course, who it was, or Avhat it was ; only that she made her understand, without hinting at any desire of it, that there was no chance now of having me. Sally changed color a little at this, and then went on about a red cow which had passed seven needles at milking time. Inasmuch as there are two sorts of month well recognized by the calendar, to wit the lunar and the solar, I made bold to regard both my months, in the absence of any provision, as intended to be strictly lunar. Therefore upon the very day when the eight weeks were expiring, forth I went in search of Lorna, taking the pearl ring hopefully, and all the new-laid eggs I could find, and a dozen and a half of small trout from our brook. And the pleasure it gave me to catch those trout, thinking as every one came forth and danced upon the grass, how much she would enjoy him, is more than I can now de- scribe, although I well remember it. And it struck me, that after accepting my ring, and saying how much she loved me, it was possible that my sweet might invite me even to stay and sup with her : and so I arranged with dear Annie before- hand, who now was the greatest comfort to me, to account for my absence if I should be late. But alas, I was utterly disappointed; for although I waited and waited for hours, with an equal amount both of patience and peril, no Lorna ever appeared at all, nor even the faintest sign of her. And another thing occurred as well, which vexed me more than it need have done, for so small a matter. And this was that my little offering of the trout, and the new-laid eggs, was carried off in the coolest manner by that vile Carver Doone. For thinking to keep them the fresher and nicer, away from so much handling, I laid them in a little bed of reeds by the side of the water, and placed some dog-leaves over them. And when I had quite forgotten about them, and was watching from my hiding-place beneath the willow-tree (for I liked not to enter Lorna' s bower, without her permis- sion; except just to peep that she was not there), and while I was turning the ring in my pocket, having just seen the new moon, I became aware of a great man coming leisurely down the valley. He had a broad-brimmed hat, and a leather jerkin, and heavy jack boots to his middle thigh, and what was worst of all for me, on his shoulder he bore a long car- 222 LORNA BOONE. bine. Having nothing to meet him withal but my staff, and desiring to avoid disturbance, I retired promptly into the chasm, keeping the tree betwixt us, that he might not descry me, and watching from behind the jut of a rock, where now I had scraped myself a neat little hole for the purpose. Presently the great man reappeared, being now within fifty yards of me, and the light still good enough, as he drew nearer, for me to descry his features : and though I am not a judge of men's faces, there was something in his whicli turned me cold, as though with a kind of horror. Not that it was an ugly face ; nay, rather it seemed a handsome one, so far as mere form and line might go, full of strength, and vigor, and will, and steadfast resolution. From the short black hair above the broad forehead, to the long black beard descending below the curt bold chin, there was not any curve, or glimpse of weakness, or of afterthought. Nothing playful, nothing pleasant, nothing with a track for smiles; nothing which a friend could like, and laugh at him for having. And yet he might have been a good man (for I have known very good men so fortified by their own strange ideas of God) : I say that he might have seemed a good man, but for the cold and cruel hankering of his steel-blue eyes. Now let no one suppose for a minute, that I saw all this in a moment; for I am very slow, and take a long time to digest things; only I like to set down, and have done with it, all the results of my knowledge, though they be not manifold. But what I said to myself, just then, was no more than this : "What a fellow to have Lorna! " Having my sense of right so outraged (altliough, of course, I would never allow her to go so far as that), I almost longed that he might thrust his head in to look after me. For there I was, with my ash staff clubbed, ready to have at him, and not ill inclined to do so ; if only he would come where strength, not fire-arms, must decide it. However, he suspected nothing of my dangerous neighborhood ; but walked his round like a sentinel, and turned at the brink of the water. Then as he marched back again, along the margin of the stream, he espied my little hoard, covered up with dog-leaves. He saw that the leaves were upside down, and this, of course, drew his attention. I saw him stoop, and lay bare the fish, and the eggs set a little way from them; and in my simple heart I thought, that now he knew all about me. But to my surprise, he seemed well-i:>leased; and his harsh short laugh- ter came to me without echo, — - FEEDING OF THE PIGS. 223 "Ha, ha! Charlie boy! Fisherman Charlie, have I caught thee setting bait for Lorna ? Xow 1 iiuclerstand thy fishings, and the robbing of Counsellor's hen roost. May I never have good roasting, if I have it not to-night, and roast thee, Charlie, afterwards ! " With this he calmly packed up my fish, and all the best of dear Annie's eggs; and went away chuckling steadfastly, to his home, if one may call it so. But I was so thoroughly grieved and stung, by this most impudent robbery, that I started forth from my rocky screen with the intention of pur- suing him, until my better sense arrested me, barely in time to escape his eyes. For I said to myself, that even suppos- ing I could contend unarmed with him, it would be the greatest folly in the world, to have my secret access known, and per- haps a fatal barrier placed between Lorna and myself, and I knew not what trouble brought upon her, all for the sake of a few eggs and fishes. It Avas better to bear this trifling loss, however ignominious and goading to the spirit, than to risk my love and Lorna's welfare, and perhaps be shot into the bargain. And I think that all will agree with me, that I acted for the wisest, in withdrawing to my shelter, though deprived of eggs and fishes. Having waited (as I said) until there was no chance what- ever of my love appearing, I hastened homeward very sadly; and the wind of early autumn moaned across the moorland. All the beauty of the harvest, all the gaiety was gone, and the early fall of dusk was like a weight upon me. Nevertheless, I went, every evening thenceforward for a fortnight; hoping, every time in vain, to find my hope and comfort. And mean- while, what perplexed me most was that the signals were replaced, in order as agreed upon, so that Lorna could scarcely be restrained by any rigor. One time, I had a narrow chance of being shot and settled with; and it befell me thus. I was waiting very carelessly, being now a little desperate, at the entrance to the glen, instead of watching through my sight-hole, as the proper practice was. Suddenly a ball went by me, with a whizz and whistle, passing through my hat, and sweeping it away all folded up. My soft hat fluttered far down the stream, before I had time to go after it, and with the help of both wind and water, was fifty yards gone in a moment. At this, I had just enough mind left, to shrink back very suddenly, and lurk very still and closely; for I knew what a narrow escape it had been, as I heard the bullet, hard set by the powder, sing 224 LORNA DOONE. mournfully down the chasm, like a drone banished out of the hive. And as I peered through my little cranny, I saw a wreath of smoke still floating, where the thickness was of the withy -bed: and presently Carver Doone came forth, having stopped to reload his piece perhaps, and ran very swiftly to the entrance, to see what he had shot. Sore trouble had I to keep close quarters, from the slipperi- ness of the stone beneath me, with the water sliding over it. My foe came quite to the verge of the fall, where the river began to comb over; and there he stopped for a minute or two, on the utmost edge of dry land, upon the very spot indeed where I had fallen senseless, when 1 clomb it in my boyhood. I could hear him breathing hard and grunting, as in doubt and discontent, for he stood within a yard of me, and I kept my right fist ready for him, if he should discover me. Then at the foot of the waterside, my black hat suddenly appeared, tossing in white foam, and fluttering like a raven wounded. Now I had doubted which hat to take, when I left home that day ; till I thought that the black became me best, and might seem kinder to Lorna. '^ Have I killed thee, old bird, at last ? " my enemy cried in triumph; " 'tis the third time I have shot at thee, and thou wast beginning to mock me. No more of thy cursed croaking now, to wake me in the morning. Ha, ha! there are not many who get three chances from Carver Doone; and none ever go beyond it." I laughed within myself at this, as he strode away in his triumph; for was not this his third chance of me, and he no whit the wiser ? And then I thought that perhaps the chance . might some day be on the other side. For to tell the truth, I was heartily tired of lurking and playing bo-peep so long; to which nothing could have recon- ciled me, except my fear for Lorna. And here I saw was a man of strength fit for me to encounter, such as I had never met, but would be glad to meet with ; having found no man of late, who needed not my mercy, at wrestling, or at single- stick. And growing more and more uneasy, as I found no Lorna, I would have tried to force the Doone Glen from the upper end, and take my chance of getting back, but for Annie and her prayers. jSTow that same night I think it was, or at any rate the next one, that I noticed Betty Muxworthy going on most strangely. She made the queerest signs to me, when nobody was looking, and laid her fingers on her lips, and pointed over her shoul- FEEDING OF THE PIGS. 225 der. But I took little heed of her, being in a kind of dudgeon, and oppressed with evil luck; believing too that all she wanted, was to have some little grumble about some petty grievance. But presently she poked me with the heel of a fire-bundle, and passing close to my ear whispered, so that none else could hear her, "Larna Doo-un." By these words I was so startled, that I turned round and stared at her; but she pretended not to know it, and began with all her might to scour an empty crock with a besom. " Oh, Betty, let me help you ! That work is much too hard for you," I cried with a sudden chivalry, which only won rude answer. " Zeed me adooing of thic, every naight last ten year, Jan, wiout vindin' out how hard it wor. But if zo bee thee wants to help, carr pegs' bucket for me. Massy, if I ain't forgotten to fade the pegs till now." Favoring me with another wink, to which I now paid the keenest heed, Betty went and fetched the lanthorn from the hook inside the door. Then when she had kindled it, not allowing me any time to ask what she was after, she went out- side, and pointed to the great bock of wash, and riddlings, and brown hulkage (for we ground our own corn always), and though she knew that Bill Dadds and Jem Slocombe had full work to carry it on a pole (with another to help to sling it), she said to me as quietly as a maiden might ask one to carry a glove, "Jan Ridd, carr thic thing for me." So I carried it for her, witliout any words ; wondering what she was up to next, and whether she had ever heard of being too hard on the Avilling horse. And when we came to hog- pound, she turned upon me suddenly, with the lanthorn she was bearing, and saw that I had the bock by one hand very easily. "Jan Ridd," she said, "there be no other man in England cud a'dood it. Now thee shalt have Larna." While I was wondering how my chance of having Lorna could depend upon my power to carry pig's-wash, and how Betty could have any voice in the matter (which seemed to depend upon her decision), and in short, while I was all abroad as to her knowledge and every thing, the pigs, who had been fast asleep and dreaming in their emptiness, awoke with one accord at the goodness of the smell around them. They had resigned themselves, as even pigs do, to a kind of fast, hoping to break their fast more sweetly on the morrow morn- VOL. I. — 15 226 LOENA BOONE. ing. But now they tumbled out all headlong, pigs below and l)igs above, pigs point-blank and pigs across, pigs courant and pigs rampant, but all alike prepared to eat, and all in good cadence squeaking. "Tak smarl boocket, and bale un out; Avad 'e waste sich stoof as thic here be?" So Betty set me to feed the pigs, while she held the lanthorn; and knowing what she was, I saw that she would not tell me another word, until all the pigs were served. And in truth no man could Avell look at them, and delay to serve them, they were all expressing appe- tite in so forcible a manner; some running to and fro, and rubbing, and squealing as if from starvation, some rushing down to the oaken troughs, and poking each other away from them ; and the kindest of all putting up their fore-feet on the top rail of the hog-pound, and blinking their little eyes, and grunting prettily to coax us ; as who should say, " I trust you now; you will be kind, I know, and give me the first and the very best of it." "Oppen ge-at now, wull 'e, Jan? Maind, young sow wi' the baible back arlway hath first toorn of it, 'cos I brought her up on my lap, I did. Zuck, zuck, zuck ! How her stickth her tail up ; do me good to zee un ! Now thiccy trough, thee zany, and tak thee girt legs out o' the wai. Wish they wud gie thee a good baite, mak thee hop a bit vaster, I reckon. Hit that there girt ozebird over's back wi' the broomstick, he be robbing of my young zow. Choog, choog, choog! and a drap more left in the dipping-pail." "Come now, Betty," I said, when all the pigs were at it, sucking, swilling, munching, guzzling, thrusting, and ousting, and spilling the food upon the backs of their brethren (as great men do Avith their charity), "come now, Betty, how much longer am I to wait for your message ? Surely I am as good as a pig." "Dunno as thee be, Jan. No strakiness in thy bakkon. And now I come to think of it, Jan, thee zed, a wake agone last Vriday, as how I had got a girt be-ard. Wull 'e stick to that now, Maister Jan? " "No, no, Betty, certainly not; I made a mistake about it. I should have said a becoming mustachio, such as you may well be proud of." "Then thee be a laiar, Jan Kidd. Zay so, laike a man, lad." " Not exactly that, Betty ; but I made a great mistake : and I humbly ask your pardon; and if such a thing as a crown piece, Betty " FEEDING OF THE PIGS. 227 "ISTo fai, no fai! " said Betty, however she put it into her pocket; "now, tak my advice, Jan; thee marry Zally Snowe." "Xot with all England for her dowry. Oh Betty, you know better." "Ah's me! I know much worse, Jan. Break thy poor mother's heart it will. And to think of arl' the dannger! Dost love Larna now so much?" " With all the strength of my heart and soul. I Avill have her, or I will die, Betty." "Wull. Thee will die in aither case. But it baint for me to argify. And do her love thee too, Jan? " "I hope she does, Betty. I hope she does. What do you think about it? " " Ah, then I may hold my tongue to it. Knaw what boys and maidens be, as well as I knaw young pegs. I myzell been o' that zort one taime, every bit so Avell as you be." And Betty held the lanthorn up, and defied me to deny it ; and the light through the horn showed a gleam in her eyes, such as I had never seen there before. "Xo odds, no odds about that," she continued; "mak' a fool of myzell to spake of it. Arl gone into churchyard. But it be a lucky foolery for thee, my boy, I can tull 'ee. For I love to see the love in thee. Coom'th over me as the spring do, though I be naigh three score. Now, Jan, I will tell thee one thing, can't abear to zee thee vretting so. Hould thee head down, same as they pegs do." So I bent my head quite close to her ; and she whispered in my ear, "Goo of a marning, thee girt soft. Her can't get out of an avening now, her hath zent word to me, to tull 'ee." In the glory of my delight at this, I bestowed upon Betty a chaste salute, with all the pigs for witnesses ; and she took it not amiss, considering how long she had been out of prac- tice. But she fell back then, like a broom on its handle, and stared at me, feigning anger. " Oh fai, oh fai ! Lunnon impudence, I doubt. I vear thee hast gone on zadly, Jan." 228 LOBNA BOONE. CHAPTER XXXIII. AX EARLY MORNING CALL. Of course I was up the very next morning before the Octo- ber sunrise, and away through the wild and the woodland towards the Bagworthy water, at the foot of the long cascade. The rising of the sun was noble in the cold and warmth of it ; peeping down the spread of light, he raised his shoulder heavily over the edge of gray mountain, and wavering length of upland. Beneath his gaze the dew-fogs dipped, and crept to the hollow places; then stole away in line and column, liolding skirts, and clinging subtly at the sheltering corners, where rock hung over grass-land; while the brave lines of the hills came forth, one beyond other gliding. Then the woods arose in folds, like drapery of awakened mountains, stately with a depth of awe, and memory of the tempests. Autumn's mellow hand was on them, as they owned already, touched with gold, and red, and olive ; and their joy towards tlie sun was less to a bridegroom than a father. Yet before the floating impress of the woods could clear itself, suddenly the gladsome light leaped over hill and valley, casting amber, blue, and purple, and a tint of rich red rose, according to the scene they lit on, and the curtain flung around; yet all alike dispelling fear and the cloven hoof of darkness, all on the wings of hope advancing, and proclaiming, " God is here." Then life and joy sprang reassured from every crouch- ing hollow; every flower, and bud, and bird, had a fluttering sense of them; and all the flashing of God's gaze merged into soft beneflcence. So perhaps shall break upon us that eternal morning, when crag and chasm shall be no more, neither hill and valley, nor great unvintaged ocean; when glory shall not scare happi- ness, neither happiness envy glory; but all things shall arise and shine in the light of the Father's countenance, because itself is risen. Who maketh His sun to rise upon both the just and the unjust. And surely but for the saving clause, Doone Glen had been in darkness. Now, as I stood with scanty breath — for few men could have won that climb — at the top of the long defile, and the bottom of the mountain gorge, all of myself, and the pain of it, and the cark of my discontent fell away AN EABLY MORNING CALL. 229 into wonder and rapture. For I cannot help seeing things now and then, slow-witted as I have a right to be; and per- haps because it comes so rarely, the sight dwells with me, like a picture. The bar of rock, with the water-cleft breaking steeply- through it, stood bold and bare, and dark in shadow, gray with red gullies down it. But the sun was beginning to glisten over the comb of the eastern highland, and through an arch- way of the wood hung with old nests and ivy. The lines of many a leaning tree were thrown, from the cliffs of the fore- land, down upon the sparkling grass, at the foot of the west- ern crags. And through the dewy meadow's breast, fringed with shade, but touched on one side with the sun-smile, ran the crystal water, curving in its brightness, like diverted hope. On either bank, the blades of grass, making their last autumn growth, pricked their spears and crisped their tuftings with the pearly purity. The tenderness of their green ap- peared under the glaucous mantle; while that gray suffusion, which is the blush of green life, spread its damask chastity. Even then my soul was lifted, worried though my mind was : who can see such large kind doings, and not be ashamed of selfish grief ? Not only unashamed of grief, but much abashed with joy, was I, when I saw my Lorna coming, purer than the miorning dew, than the sun more bright and clear. That which made me love her so, that which lifted my heart to her, as the Spring wind lifts the clouds, was the gayness of her nature, and its inborn playfulness. And yet all this with maiden shame, a conscious dream of things unknown, and a sense of fate about them. Down the valley still she came, not witting that I looked at her, having ceased (through my own misprision) to expect me yet awhile ; or at least she told herself so. In the joy of awak- ened life, and brightness of the morning, she had cast all care away, and seemed to float upon the sunrise, like a buoyant silver wave. Suddenly at sight of me, for I leaped forth at once, in fear of seeming to watch her unawares, the bloom upon her cheeks was deepened, and the radiance of her eyes; and she came to meet me gladly. "At last then, you are come, John. I thought you had forgotten me. I could not make you understand — they have kept me prisoner every evening: but come into my house; you are in danger here." Meanwhile I could not answer, being overcome with joy; but 230 . LOBNA BOONE. followed to her little grotto, where I had been twice before. I knew that the crowning moment of my life was coming — that Lorna would own her love for me. She made for awhile as if she dreamed not of the meaning of my gaze, but tried to speak of other things, faltering now and then, and mantling with a richer damask below her long eyelashes. " This is not what I came to know, " I whispered very softly ; "you know what I am come to ask." " If you are come on purpose to ask any thing, why do you delay so?" She turned away very bravely, but T saw that her lips were trembling. " I delay so long, because I fear ; because my whole life hangs in balance on a single word ; because what I have near me now may never more be near me after, though more than all the world, or than a thousand worlds, to me." As I spoke these words of passion in a low soft voice, Lorna trembled more and more; but she made no answer, neither yet looked up at me. "I have loved you long and long," I pursued, being reckless now ; " when you were a little child, as a boy I worshipped you : then when I saw you a comely girl, as a stripling I adored you: now that you are a full-grown maiden, all the rest I do, and more, — I love you, more than tongue can tell, or heart can hold in silence. I have waited long and long; and though I am so far below you, I can wait no longer; but must have my answer." "You have been very faithful, John," she murmured to the fern and moss; "I suppose I must reward you." " That will not do for me," I said; " I will not have reluctant liking, nor assent for pity's sake; which only means endurance. I must have all love, or none ; I must have your heart of hearts ; even as you have mine, Lorna." While I spoke, she glanced up shyly through her fluttering lashes, to prolong my doubt one moment, for her own delicious pride. Then she opened wide upon me all the glorious depth and softness of her loving eyes, and flung both arms around my neck, and answered with her heart on mine — " Darling, you have won it all. I shall never be my own again. I am yours, my own one, for ever and for ever." I^am sure I know not what I did, or what I said thereafter, being overcome with transport by her words and at her gaze. Only one thing I remember, when she raised her bright lips to me, like a child, for me to kiss, such a smile of sweet temp- tation met me through her flowing hair, that I almost forgot my manners, giving her no time to breathe. TWO NEGATIVES MAKE AN AFFIRMATIVE. 231 "That will do," said Lorna gently, but violently blushing; " for the present that will do, John. And now remember one thing, dear. All the kindness is to be on my side ; and you are to be very distant, as behoves to a young maiden; except when I invite you. But you may kiss my hand, John; oh yes, you may kiss my hand, you know. Ah to be sure ! I had for- gotten ; how very stupid of me ! " For by this I had taken one sweet hand and gazed on it, with the pride of all the world to think that such a lovely thing was mine; and then I slipped my little ring upon the wedding finger; and this time Lorna kept it, and looked with fondness on its beauty, and clung to me with a flood of tears. "Every time you cry," said I, drawing her closer to me, "I shall consider it an invitation not to be too distant. There now, none shall make you weep. Darling, you shall sigh no more, but live in peace and happiness, with me to guard and cherish you : and who shall dare to vex you? " But she drew a long sad sigh, and looked at the ground with the great tears rolling, and pressed one hand upon the trouble of her pure young breast. "It can never, never, be," she murmured to herself alone : " AVho am I, to dream of it? Something in my heart tells me, it can be so never, never." CHAPTEE XXXiy. TWO NEGATIVES MAKE AN AFFIRMATIVE. There was, however, no possibility of depressing me at such a time. To be loved by Lorna, the sweet, the pure, the play- ful one, the fairest creature on God's earth and the most enchanting, the lady of high birth and mind ; that I, a mere clumsy blundering yeoman, without wit, or wealth, or lineage, should have won that loving heart to be my own for ever, was a thought no fears could lessen, and no chance could steal from me. Therefore, at her own entreaty taking a very quick adieu, and by her own invitation an exceeding kind one, I hurried home with deep exulting, yet some sad misgivings, for Lorna had made me promise now to tell my mother every thing; as indeed I always meant to do, when my suit should be gone too far to stop. I knew of course that my dear mother would be 232 LORNA DOONE. greatly moved and vexed, the heirship of Glen Doone not being a very desirable dower; but in spite of that, and all disap- pointment as to little Ruth Huckaback, feeling my mother's tenderness and deep affection to me, and forgiving nature, I doubted not that before very long she would view the matter as I did. Moreover I felt that if once I could get her only to look at Lorna, she would so love and glory in her, that I should obtain all praise and thanks, perchance without deserving them. Unluckily for my designs, who should be sitting down at breakfast with my mother and the rest but Squire Faggus, as everybody now began to entitle him? I noticed something odd about him, something uncomfortable in his manner, and a lack of that ease and humor, which had been wont to distinguish him. He took his breakfast as it came, without a single joke about it, or preference of this to that; but with sly soft looks at Annie, who seemed unable to sit quiet, or to look at any one steadfastly. I feared in my heart what was coming on, and felt truly sorry for poor mother. After breakfast it became my duty to see to the ploughing of a barley-stubble ready for the sowing of French grass, and I asked Tom Faggus to come with me; but he refused, and I knew the reason. Being resolved to allow him fair field to himself, though with great, displeasure that a man of such illegal repute should marry into our family, which had always been counted so honest, I carried my dinner upon my back, and spent the whole day with the furrows. When I returned, Squire Faggus was gone ; which appeared to me but a sorry sign, inasmuch as if mother had taken kindly to him and to his intentions, she would surely have made him remain awhile to celebrate the occasion. And presently no doubt was left: for Lizzie came running to meet me, at the bottom of the woodrick, and cried, — " Oh John, there is such a business. Mother is in such a state of mind, and Annie crying her eyes out. What do you think? You never would guess ; though I have suspected it, ever so long." "No need for me to guess," I replied, as though with some indifference, because of her self-important air; "I knew all about it long ago. You have not been crying much, I see. I should like you better, if you had." "Why should I cry? I like Tom Faggus. He is the only one I ever see with the spirit of a man." This was a cut, of course, at me. Mr. Faggus had won the good will of Lizzie by his hatred of the Doones, and vows that TWO NEGATIVES MAKE AN AFFIRMATIVE. 233 if lie could get a dozen men of any courage to join him, he would pull their stronghold about their ears without any more ado. This malice of his seemed strange to me, as he had never suffered at their hands, so far at least as I knew; was it to be attributed to his jealousy of outlaws who excelled him in his business? Not being good at repartee, I made no answer to Lizzie, having found this course more irksome to her than the very best invective : and so we entered the house together ; and mother sent at once for me, while I was trying to console my darling sister Annie. "Oh, John! speak one good word for me," she cried, with both hands laid in mine, and her tearful eyes looking up at me. "Not one, my pet, but a hundred," I answered, kindly embracing her : " have no fear, little sister : I am going to make your case so bright, by comparison I mean, that mother will send for you in five minutes, and call you her best, her most duti- ful child, and praise Cousin Tom to the skies, and send a man on horseback after him ; and then you will have a harder task to intercede for me, my dear." "Oh John, dear John, you won't tell her about Lorna — oh not to-day, dear." " Yes, to-day, and at once, Annie. I want to have it over, and be done with it." " Oh, but think of her, dear. I am sure she could not bear it, after this great shock already." " She will bear it all the better," said I; "the one will drive the other out. I know exactly what mother is. She will be desperately savage first with you, and then with me, and then for a very little while with both of us together; and then she will put one against the other (in her mind I mean) and con- sider which was most to blame; and in doing that she will be compelled to find the best in cither's case, that it may beat the other; and so as the pleas come before her mind, they will gain upon the charges, both of us being her children, you know: and before very long (particularly if we both keep out of the way) she will begin to think that after all she has been a little too hasty; and then she will remember how good we have always been to her; and how like our father. Upon that, she will think of her own love-time, and sigh a good bit, and cry a little, a^d then smile, and send for both of us, and beg our pardon, and call us her two darlings." "Now, John, how on earth can you know all that?" ex- clp.imed my sister, wiping her eyes, and gazing at me with a soft bright smile. "Who on earth can have told you, John? 234 LOBNA BOONE. People to call you stupid indeed! Why, I feel that all you say is quite true, because you describe so exactly what I should do myself; I mean — I mean if I had two children, who have behaved as we have done. But tell nie, darling John, how you learned all this." "Never you mind," I replied, with a nod of some conceit, I fear : " I must be a fool if I did not know what mother is l3y this time." Now inasmuch as the thing befell according to my predic- tion, what need for me to dwell upon it, after saying how it would be? Moreover I would regret to write down what mother said about Lorna, in her first surprise and tribulation ; not only because I was grieved by the gross injustice of it, and frightened mother with her own words (repeated deeply after her) ; but rather because it is not well, when people repent of hasty speech, to enter it against them. That is said to be the angels' business; and I doubt if they can attend to it much, without doing injury to themselves. However, by the afternoon, when the sun began to go down upon us, our mother sat on the garden bench, Avith her head on my great otter-skin waistcoat (which was waterproof), and her right arm round our Annie's waist, and scarcely knowing which of us she ought to make the most of, or which deserved most pity. Not that she had forgiven yet the rivals to her love — Tom Faggus, I mean, and Lorna, — but that she was beginning to think a little better of them now, and a vast deal better of her own children. And it helped her much in this regard, that she was not thinking half so well as usual of herself, or rather of her own judgment; for in good truth she had no self, only as it came home to her, by no very distant road, but by way of her chil- dren. A better mother never lived; and can I, after searching all things, add another word to that? And indeed poor Lizzie was not so very bad; but behaved (on the whole) very well for her. She was much to be pitied, poor thing, and great allowances made for her, as belonging to a well-grown family, and a very comely one; and feeling her own shortcomings. This made her leap to tlie other extreme, and reassert herself too much, endeavoring to exalt the mind at the expense of the body ; because she had the invisible one (so far as can be decided) in better share than the visible. Not but what she had her points, and very comely points of body ; lovely eyes to wit, and very beautiful hands and feet (almost as good as Lorna's), and a neck as white as snow; but Lizzie was not gifted with our gait and port, and bounding health. TWO NEGATIVES MAKE AN AFFIRMATIVE. 235 Xow, while vre sate on the garden bench, under the great ash-tree, we left dear mother to take her own way, and talk at her own pleasure. Children almost always are more wide- awake than their parents. The fathers and the mothers laugh ; but the young ones have the best of them. And now both Annie knew, and I, that we had gotten the best of mother; and therefore we let her lay down the law, as if we had been two dollies. "Darling John," my mother said, "your case is a very hard one. A young and very romantic girl — God send that I be right in my charitable view of her — has met an equally simple boy, among great dangers and difficulties, from which my son has saved her, at the risk of his life at every step. Of course, she became attached to him, and looked up to him in every way, as a superior being " " Come now, mother, " I said ; " if you only saw Lorna, you would look upon me as the lowest dirt " " No doubt I should, " my mother answered ; " and the king, and queen, and all the royal family. Well, this poor angel, having made up her mind to take compassion on my son, when he had saved her life so many times, persuades him to marry her out of pure pity, and throw his poor mother overboard. And the saddest part of it all is this " "That my mother will never, never, never understand the truth," said I. "That is all I wish," she answered; "just to get at the simple truth from my own perception of it. John, you are very wise in kissing me ; but perhaps you would not be so Avise in bringing Lorna for an afternoon, just to see what she thinks of me. There is a good saddle of nmtton now; and there are some very good sausages left, on the blue dish with the anchor, Annie, from the last little sow we killed. " " As if Lorna would eat sausages ! " said I, with appearance of high contempt, though rejoicing all the while that mother seemed to have her name so pat; and she pronounced it in a manner which made my heart leap to my ears : " Lorna to eat sausages ! " "I don't see why she shouldn't," my mother answered smil- ing; "if she means to be a farmer's wife, she must take to farmer's ways, I think. What do you say, Annie?" "She will eat whatever John desires, I should hope," said Annie gravely; "particularly as I made them." "Oh that I could onl}^ get the chance of trying her!" I answered; "if vou could once behold her, mother, you would 236 LORNA DOONE. never let her go again. And she would love you with all her heart, she is so good and gentle." " That is a lucky thing for me ; " saying this my mother wept, as she had been doing off and on, when no one seemed to look at her ; " otherwise I suppose, John, she would very soon turn me out of the farm, having you so completely under her thumb, as she seems to have. I see now that my time is over. Lizzie and I will seek our fortunes. It is wiser so." "Now, mother," I cried; "will you have the kindness not to talk any nonsense? Every thing belongs to you; and so, I hope, your children do. And you, in turn, belong to us; as you have proved ever since, — oh, ever since we can remember. Why do you make Annie cry so? You ought to know better than that." Mother upon this went over again all the things she had said before; how many times I know not; neither does it matter. Only she seemed to enjoy it more, every time of doing it. And then she said she was an old fool ; and Annie (like a thorough girl) pulled her one gray hair out. CHAPTER XXXV. RUTH IS NOT LIKE LORXA. Although by our mother's reluctant consent a large part of the obstacles between Annie and her lover appeared to be removed, on the other hand Lorna and myself gained little, except as regarded comfort of mind, and some ease to the con- science. Moreover, our chance of frequent meetings and delightful converse was much impaired, at least for the pres- ent; because though mother was not aware of my narrow escape from Carver Doone, she made me promise never to risk my life by needless visits. And upon this point, that is to say, the necessity of the visit, she was well content, as she said, to leave me to my own good sense and honor ; only begging me always to tell her of my intention beforehand. This pledge, however, for her own sake, I declined to give; knowing how wretched she would be during all the time of my absence ; and in that behalf, I j)romised freely, that I would always give her a full account of my adventure upon returning. Now my mother, as might be expected, began at once to cast about for some means of relieving me from all further peril, and RUTH IS NOT LIKE LORN A. 237 herself from great anxiety. She was full of plans for fetching Lorna, in some wonderful manner, out of the power of the Doones entirely, and into her own hands, where she was to remain for at least a twelvemonth, learning all mother and Annie could teach her of dairy business, and farm-house life, and the best mode of packing butter. And all this arose from my happening to say, without meaning any thing, how the poor dear had longed for quiet, and a life of simplicity, and a rest away from violence ! Bless thee, mother — now long in heaven, there is no need to bless thee ; but it often makes a dimness now in my well-worn eyes, when I think of thy loving-kind- ness, warmth, and romantic innocence. As to stealing ni}^ beloved from that vile Glen Doone, the deed itself was not impossible, nor beyond my daring; but in the first place would she come, leaving her old grandfather to die without her tendance? And even if, through fear of Carver and that wicked Counsellor, she should consent to fly, would it be possible to keep her without a regiment of soldiers? Would not the Doones at once ride forth to scour the country for their queen, and finding her (as they must do) burn our house, and murder us, and carry her back triumphantly? All this I laid before my mother, and to such effect, that she acknowledged, with a sigh, that nothing else remained for me (in the present state of matters) except to keep a careful watch upon Lorna from safe distance, observe the policy of the Doones, and wait for a tide in their affairs. Meanwhile I might even fall in love (as mother wisely hinted) with a certain more peaceful heiress, although of inferior blood, who would be daily at my elbow. I am not sure but what dear mother her- self would have been disappointed, had I proved myself so fickle ; and my disdain and indignation at the mere suggestion did not so much displease her; for she only smiled and answered : — "Well, it is not for me to say; God knows what is good for us. Likings will not come to order; otherwise I should not be where I am this day. And of one thing I am rather glad; Uncle Eeuben well deserves that his pet scheme should mis- carry. He who called my boy a coward, an ignoble coward, because he would not join some crack-brained plan against the valley, which sheltered his beloved one! And all the time this dreadful 'coward' risking his life daily there, without a word to any one ! How glad I am that you will not have, for all her miserable money, that little dwarfish grand-daughter of tlie insolent old miser! " 238 LORNA BOONE. Slie turned, and by her side was standing poor Ruth Hucka- back herself, white, and sad, and looking steadily at my mother's face, which became as red as a plum, while her breath deserted her. "If you please, madam," said the little maiden, with her large calm eyes unwavering, "it is not my fault, but God Almighty's that I am a little dwarfish creature. I knew not that you regarded me with so much contempt on that account; neither have you told my grandfather, at least within my hear- ing, that he was an insolent old miser. When I return to Dulverton, which I trust to do to-morrow (for it is too late to-day), I shall be careful not to tell him your opinion of him, lest I should thwart any schemes you may have upon his prop- erty. I thank you all for your kindness to me, which has been very great; far more than a little dwarfish creature could, for her own sake, expect. I will only add for your further guid- ance, one more little truth. It is by no means certain that my grandfather will settle any of his miserable money upon me. If I offend him, as I would in a moment, for the sake of a brave and straightforward man " — here she gave me a glance which I scarcely knew what to do with — " my grandfather, upright as he is, would leave me without a shilling. And I often wish it were so. So many miseries come upon me from the miserable money " Here she broke down, and burst out crying, and ran away with a faint good-bye; while we three looked at one another, and felt that we had the worst of it. " Impudent little dwarf ! " said my mother, recovering her breath after ever so long. "Oh John, how thankful you ought to be ! What a life she would have led you ! " "Well, I am sure! " said Annie, throwing her arms around poor mother : " who could have thought that little atomy had such an outrageous spirit ! For my part, I cannot think how she can have been sly enough to hide it in that crafty manner, that John might think her an angel ! " "Well, for my part," I answered, laughing, "I never ad- mired Ruth Huckaback half, or a quarter so much, before. She is rare stuff. I would have been glad to have married her to-morrow, if I had never seen my Lorna." " And a nice nobody I should have been, in my own house ! " cried mother: "I never can be thankful enough to darling Lorna for saving me. Did you see how her eyes flashed? " "That I did; and very fine they were. Now nine maidens out of ten would have feigned not to have heard one word that was said, and havo borne black malice in their hearts. Come, Annie, now, would not you have done so?" BUTH IS NOT LIKE LORN A. 239 " I think, " said Annie, " although of course I cannot tell, you know, John, that I should have been ashamed at hearing what was never meant for me, and should have been almost as angry with myself as any body." ''So you would," replied my mother; "so any daughter of mine would have done, instead of railing and reviling. How- ever, I am very sorry that any words of mine, which the poor little thing chose to overhear, should have made her so forget herself. 1 shall beg her pardon before she goes; and I shall expect her to beg mine." "That she will never do," said I; "a more resolute little maiden never yet had right upon her side ; although it was a mere accident. I might have said the same thing myself; and she was hard upon you, mother dear." After this we said no more, at least about that matter; and little Ruth, the next morning, left us, in spite of all that we could do. She vowed an everlasting friendship to my younger sister Eliza; but she looked at Annie with some resentment, when they said good-bye, for being so much taller. At any rate so Annie fancied, but she may have been- quite wrong. I rode beside the little maid till far beyond Exeford, when all danger of the moor was past, and then I left her with John Fry, not wishing to be too particular, after all the talk about her money. She had tears in her eyes when she bade me fare- well, and she sent a kind message home to mother, and prom- ised to come again at Christmas, if she could win permission. Upon the whole, my opinion was that she had behaved uncommonly well for a maid whose self-love was outraged; with spirit, I mean, and proper pride; and yet with a great endeavor to forgive, which is, meseems, the hardest of all things to a woman, outside of her own family. After this, for another month, nothing worthy of notice happened, except perhaps that I found it needful, according, to the strictest good sense and honor, to visit Lorna, im- mediately after my discourse with mother, and to tell her all about it. My beauty gave me one sweet kiss with all her heart (as she always did, when she kissed at all) and I begged for one more to take to our mother, and before leaving, I obtained it. It is not for me to tell all she said, even sup- posing (what is not likely) that any one cared to know it, being more and more peculiar to ourselves and no one else. But one thing that she said was this, and I took good care to carry it, word for word, to my mother and Annie : — "I never can believe, dear John, that after all the crime 240 LORNA JDOONE. and outrage Avrought by my reckless family, it ever can be meant for me to settle down to peace and comfort in a simple household. With all my heart I long for home ; any home, however dull and wearisome to those used to it, would seem a paradise to me, if only free from brawl and tumult, and such as I could call my own. But even if God would allow me this, in lieu of my wild inheritance, it is quite certain that the Doones never can, and never will." Again, when I told her how my mother and Annie, as well as myself, longed to have her at Plover's Barrows, and teach her all the quiet duties in which she was sure to take such delight, she only answered with a bright blush, that while her grandfather was living she would never leave him; and that even if she Avere free, certain ruin was all she should bring to any house that received her, at least within the utmost reach of her amiable family. This was too plain to be denied, and seeing my dejection at it, she told me bravely that we must hope for better times, if possible, and asked how long I would wait for her. "jS^ot a day if I had my will," i answered very warmly; at which she turned away confused, and would not look at me for awhile; "but all my life," I went on to say, "if my fort- une is so ill. And how long would you wait for me, Lorna?" "Till I could get you," she answered slily, with a smile which was brighter to me than the brightest wit could be. "And now," she continued, "you bound me, John, with a very beautiful ring to you, and when I dare not wear it, I carry it always on my heart. But I will bind you to me, you dearest, with the very poorest and plainest thing that ever you set eyes on. I could give you fifty fairer ones, but they would not be honest ; and I love you for your honesty, and nothing else of course, John; so don't you be conceited. Look at it, what g. queer old thing! There are some ancient marks upon it, very grotesque and wonderful; it looks like a cat in a tree almost; but never mind what it looks like. This old ring must have been a giant's; therefore it will fit you perhaps, you enormous John. It has been on the front of my old glass necklace (which my grandfather found them taking away, and very soon made them give back again) ever since I can remem- ber; and long before that, as some woman told me. Now you seem very greatly amazed; pray what thinks my lord of it? " " That it is worth fifty of the pearl thing which I gave you, you darling; and that I will not take it from you." "Then you will never take me, that is all. I will have nothing to do with a gentleman " RUTH IS NOT LIKE LORNA. 241 "'No gentleman, dear — a yeoman." " Very well, a yeoman — nothing to do with a yeoman who will not accept my love -gage. So, if you please, give it back again, and take your lovely ring back." She looked at me in such a manner, half in earnest, half in jest, and three times three in love, that in spite of all good resolutions, and her own faint protest, I was forced to aban- don all firm ideas, and kiss her till she was quite ashamed, and her head hung on my bosom, with the night of her hair shed over me. Then I placed the pearl ring back on the soft elastic bend of the finger she held up to scold me ; and on my own smallest finger drew the heavy hoop she had given me. I considered this with satisfaction, until my darling recovered herself; and then I began very gravely about it, to keep her (if I could) from chiding me : — " Mistress Lorna, this is not the ring of any giant. It is nothing more nor less than a very ancient thumb-ring, such as once in my father's time was ploughed up out of the ground in our farm, and sent to learned doctors, who told us all about it, but kept the ring for their trouble. I will accept it, my own one love ; and it shall go to my grave with me." And so it shall, unless there be villains who would dare to rob the dead. Now I have spoken about this ring (though I scarcely meant to do so, and would rather keep to myself things so very holy) because it holds an important part in the history of my Lorna. I asked her where the glass necklace was, from which the ring was fastened, and which she had worn in her childhood, and she answered that she hardly knew, but remembered that her grandfather had begged her to give it up to him, when she was ten years old or so, and had promised to keep it for her, until she could take care of it; at the same time giving her back the ring, and fastening it from her pretty neck, and tell- ing her to be proud of it. And so she always had been, and now from her sweet breast she took it, and it became John Ridd's delight. All this, or at least great part of it, I told my mother truly, according to my promise; and she was greatly pleased with Lorna for having been so good to me, and for speaking so very sensibly; and then she looked at the great gold ring, but could by no means interpret it. Only she was quite certain, as indeed I myself was, that it must have belonged to an an- cient race of great consideration, and high rank, in their time. Upon which I was for taking it off, lest it should be degraded by a common farmer's finger. But mother said "No," with VOL. I. — 16 242 LOENA DOONE. tears in her eyes ; " if the common farmer had won the great lady of the ancient race, what were rings, and old-world trinkets, when compared to the living jewel? " Being quite of her opinion in this, and loving the ring (which had no gem in it) as the token of my priceless gem, I resolved to wear it at any cost, except when I should be ploughing, or doing things likely to break it ; although I must own that it felt very queer (for I never had tlirottled a finger before), and it looked very queer, for a length of time, upon my great hard-working hand. And before I got used to my ring, or people could think that it belonged to me (plain and ungarnished though it was), and before I went to see Lorna again, having failed to find any necessity, and remembering my duty to mother, we all had something else to think of, not so pleasant, and even more puzzling. CHAPTER XXXVI. JOHN RETURNS TO BUSINESS. Now November was upon us, and we had kept Allhallow- mass, with roasting of skewered apples (like so many shut- tlecocks), and after that, the day of Fawkes, as became good Protestants, with merry bonfires and burned batatas, and plenty of good feeding in honor of our religion; and then while we were at wheat-sowing, another visitor arrived. This was Master Jeremy Stickles, who had been a good friend to me (as described before) in London, and had earned my mother's gratitude, so far as ever he chose to have it. And he seemed inclined to have it all; for he made our farm- house his head-quarters, and kept us quite at his beck and call, going out at any time of the evening, and coming back at any time of the morning, and always expecting us to be ready, whether with horse, or man, or maidens, or fire, or provi- sions. We knew that he was employed somehow upon the service of the King, and had at different stations certain troopers and orderlies, quite at his disposal; also Ave knew that he never went out, nor even slept in his bedroom, with- out heavy fire-arms well loaded, and a sharp sword nigh his hand; and that he held a great commission, under royal signet, requiring all good subjects, all officers of whatever degree, and especially justices of the peace, to aid him to the JOHN EETUMNS TO BUSINESS. 243 utmost, with persoiij beast, and cliattel, or to answer it at their peril. iSTow Master Jeremy Stickles, by this time knowing well what women are, durst not open to any of them the nature of his instructions. But, after awhile, perceiving that I could be relied upon, and that it was a great discomfort not to have me with him, he took me aside in a lonely place, and told me nearly every thing; having bound me first by oath, not to impart to any one, without his own permission, until all was over. But at the present time of writing, all is over long ago ; ay and forgotten too, I ween, except by those who suffered. Therefore may I tell the whole without any breach of confi- dence. Master Stickles was going forth upon his usual night journey, when he met me coming home, and I said something half in jest, about his zeal and secrecy; upon which he looked all around the yard, and led me to an open space in the clover field adjoining. "John," he said, "you have some right to know the meaning of all this, being trusted as you Avere by the Lord Chief Jus- tice. But he found you scarcely supple enough, neither gifted with due brains." "Thank God for that same," I answered, while he tapped his head, to signify his own much larger allowance. Then he made me bind myself, which in an evil hour I did, to retain his secret; and after that he went on solemnly, and with much importance, — " There be some people fit to plot, and others to be plotted against, and others to unravel plots, which is the highest gift of all. This last hath fallen to my share, and a very thank- less gift it is, although a rare and choice one. Much of peril too attends it ; daring courage and great coolness are as need- ful for the work as ready wit and spotless honor. Therefore His Majesty's advisers have chosen me for this high task, and they could not have chosen a better man. Although you have been in London, Jack, much longer than you wished it, you are wholly ignorant, of course, in matters of state, and the public weal." "Well," said I, "no doubt but I am; and all the better for me. Although I heard a deal of them; for every body was talking, and ready to come to blows ; if only it could be done Avithout danger. But one said this, and one said that; and they talked so much about Birminghams, and Tantivies, and Whigs, and Tories, and Protestant flails, and such like, that 244 LOBNA nooNE. I was only too glad to have my glass, and clink my spoon for answer." "Eight, John, thou art right as usual. Let the King go his own gait. He hath too many mistresses to be ever Eng- land's master. Nobody need fear him, for he is not like his father : he will have his own way, 'tis true, but without stop- ping other folk of theirs : and well he knows what women are, for he never asks them questions. Now, heard you much in London town about the Duke of Monmouth?" "Not so very much," I answered; "not half so much as in Devonshire : only that he was a hearty man, and a very hand- some one, and now was banished by the Tories; and most people wished he was coming back, instead of the Duke of York, who was trying boots in Scotland." "Things are changed since you were in town. The Whigs are getting up again, through the folly of the Tories in kill- ing poor Lord Russell; and now this Master Sidney (if my Lord condemns him) will make it worse again. There is much disaffection every where, and it must grow to an out- break. The King hath many troops in London, and meaneth to bring more from Tangier; but he cannot command these country places ; and the trained bands cannot help him much, even if they would. Now, do you understand me, John?" " Li truth, not I. I see not what Tangier hath to do with Exmoor; nor the Duke of Monmouth with Jeremy Stickles." "Thou great clod, put it the other way. Jeremy Stickles may have much to do about the Duke of Monmouth. The Whigs having failed of Exclusion, and having been punished bitterly for the blood they shed, are ripe for any violence. And the turn of the balance is now to them. See -saw is the fashion of England always; and the Whigs will soon be the top-sawyers." "But," said I, still more confused, "'The King is the top- sawyer, ' according to our proverb. How then can the Whigs be?" " Thou art a hopeless ass, John. Better to sew with a chest- nut, than to teach thee the constitution. Let it be so; let it be. I have seen a boy of five years old more apt at poli- tics than thou. Nay, look not offended, lad. It is my fault for being over-deep to thee. I should have considered thy intellect." "Nay, Master Jeremy, make no apologies. It is I that should excuse myself; but, God knows, I have no politics." "Stick to that, my lad," he answered; "so shalt thou die JOHN RETURNS TO BUSINESS. 245 easier. Xow, in ten words (without parties, or trying thy poor brain too much), I am here to watch the gathering of a secret plot, not so much against the King as against the due succession." "Now I understand at last. But, Master Stickles, you might have said all that an hour ago almost." "It would have been better, if I had, to thee," he replied, with much compassion; "thy hat is nearly off thy head, with the swelling of brain I have given thee. Blows, blows, are thy business. Jack. There thou art in thine element. And, haply, this business will bring thee plenty, even for thy great head to take. Now hearken to one who wishes thee well, and plainly sees the ^nd of it, — stick thou to the winning side, and have naught to do with the other one." " That, " said I, in great haste and hurry, " is the very thing I want to do, if I only knew which was the winning side, for the sake of Lorna — that is to say, for the sake of my dear mother and sisters, and the farm." "Ha!" cried Jeremy Stickles, laughing at the redness of my face — " Lorna, saidst thou ; now what Lorna ? Is it the name of a maiden, or a light-o'-love? " "Keep to your own business," I answered, very proudly; " spy as much as e'er thou wilt, and use our house for doing it, without asking leave or telling; but if I ever find thee spy- ing into my affairs, all the King's lifeguards in London, and the dragoons thou bringest hither, shall not save thee from my hand — or one finger is enough for thee." Being carried beyond myself by his insolence about Lorna, I looked at Master Stickles so, and spake in such a voice, that all his daring courage and his spotless honor quailed within him, and he shrank — as if I would strike so small a man. Then I left him, and went to work at the sacks upon the corn-floor, to take my evil spirit from me, before I should see mother. For (to tell the truth) now my strength was full, and troubles were gathering round me, and people took advantage so much of my easy temper, sometimes, when I was over-tried, a sudden heat ran over me, and a glowing of all my muscles, and a tingling for a mighty throw, such as m}^ utmost self-command, and fear of hurting any one, could but ill refrain. Afterwards, I was alwaj^s very sadly ashamed of myself, knowing how poor a thing bodily strength is, as compared with power of mind, and that it is a coward's part to misuse it upon weaker folk. For the present there was a little breach between Master Stickles and me, for which I 246 LORNA DOONK blamed myself very sorely. But though, in full memory of his kindness and faithfulness in London, I asked his pardon many times for my foolish anger with him, and offered to undergo any penalty he would lay upon me, he only said it was no matter, there was nothing to forgive. When people say that, the truth often is, that they can forgive nothing. So for the present, a breach Avas made between Master Jer- emy and myself, which to me seemed no great loss ; inasmuch as it relieved me from any privity to his dealings, for which I had small liking. All I feared was, lest 1 might, in any way, be ungrateful to him; but when he would have no more of me, what could I do to help it? However, in a few days' time I was of good service to him, as you shall see in its proper place. But now my own affairs were thrown into such disorder, that I could think of nothing else, and had the greatest diffi- culty in hiding my uneasiness. For suddenly, without any warning, or a word of message, all my Lorna's signals ceased, which I had been wont to watch for daily, and as it were to feed upon them, with a glowing heart. The first time I stood on the wooded crest, and found no change from yesterday, I could hardly believe my eyes, or thought at least that it must be some great mistake on the part of my love. However, even that oppressed me with a heavy heart, which grew heavier, as I found from day to day no token. Three times I went, and waited long at the bottom of the valley, where now the stream was brown and angry with the rains of autumn, and the weeping trees hung leafless. But though I waited at every hour of day and far into the night, no light footstep came to meet me, no sweet voice was in the air; all was lonely, drear, and drenched with sodden desola- tion. It seemed as if my love was dead, and the winds were at her funeral. Once I sought far up the valley, where I had never been be- fore, even beyond the copse, Avhere Lorna had found and lost her brave young cousin. Following up the river channel, in the shelter of the evening fog, I gained a corner within a stone's throw of the last out-lying cot. This was a glooomy, low, square house, without any light in the windows, roughly built of wood and stone, as I saw when I drew nearer. For knowing it to be Carver's dwelling (or at least suspecting so, from some words of Lorna's), I was led by curiosity, and perhaps by jealousy, to have a closer look at it. Therefore, I crept up the stream, losing half my sense of fear, by reason JOHN RETURNS TO BUSINESS. 247 of anxiety. And in truth there was not much to fear, the sky being now too dark for even a shooter of wild fowl to make good aim. And nothing else but guns could hurt me; as in the pride of my strength I thought, and in my skill of single- stick. Nevertheless, I went warily, being now almost among this nest of cockatrices. The back of Carver's house abutted on the waves of the rushing stream; and seeing a loop-hole, vacant for muskets, I looked in, but all was quiet. So far as I could judge by listening, there was no one now inside, and my heart for a moment leaped with joy, for I had feared to find Lorna there. Then I took a careful survey of the dwell- ing, and its windows, and its door, and aspect, as if I had been a robber meaning to make privy entrance. It was well for me that I did this, as you will find hereafter. Having impressed upon my mind (a slow but, perhaps, retentive mind) all the bearings of the place, and all its oppor- tunities, and even the curve of the stream along it, and the bushes near the door, I was much inclined to go further up, and understand all the village. But a bar of red light across the river, some forty yards on above me, and crossing from the opposite side like a chain, prevented me. In that second house there was a gathering of loud and merry outlaws, mak- ing as much noise as if they had the law upon their side. Some indeed, as I q,pproached, were laying down both right and wrong, as purely, and with as high a sense, as if they knew the difference. Cold and troubled as I was, I could hardly keep from laughing. Before I betook myself home that night, and eased dear mother's heart so much, and made her sad face spread with smiles, I had resolved to penetrate Glen Doone from the upper end, and learn all about my Lorna. Not but what I might have entered from my unsuspected channel, as so often I had done; but that I saw fearful need for knowing something more than that. Here was every sort of trouble gathering upon me; here was Jeremy Stickles stealing upon every one in the dark; here was Uncle Beuben plotting, Satan only could tell what; here was a white night-capped man coming bodily from the grave; here was my own sister Annie committed to a high way -man, and mother in distraction ; most of all, — here, there, and where, — was my Lorna, stolen, dungeoned, per- haps outraged. It was no time for sliilly slially, for the bal- ance of this and that, or for a man, witli blood and muscle, to pat his nose and ponder. If I leit my Lorna so; if I let 248 LORNA DOONE. those black-soul'd villains work their pleasure on my love; if the heart that clave to mine could find no vigor in it — then let maidens cease from men, and rest their faith in tabby-cats. Eudely rolling these ideas in my heavy head and brain, I resolved to let the morrow put them into form and order, but not contradict them. And then, as my constitution willed (being like that of England), I slept; and there was no stop- ping me. CHAPTEE XXXVII. A VERY DESPERATE VENTURE. That the enterprise now resolved upon was far more dan- gerous than any hitherto attempted by me, needs no further proof than this : — I went and made my will at Porlock, with a middling honest lawyer there; not that I had much to leave, but that none could say how far the farm, and all the farm- ing stock, might depend on my disposition. It makes me smile when I remember how particular I was, and how for the life of me I was puzzled to bequeath most part of my clothes, and hats, and things altogether my own, to Lorna, without the shrewd old lawyer knowing who she was, and where she lived. At last, indeed, I flattered myself that I had baffled old Tape's curiosity; but his wrinkled smile, and his speech at parting, made me again uneasy. "A very excellent will, young sir. An admirably just and virtuous will; all your effects to your nearest of kin; filial and fraternal duty thoroughly exemplified; nothing diverted to alien channels, except a small token of esteem and reverence to an elderly lady, I presume : and which may or may not be valid, or invalid, on the ground of uncertainty, or the ab- sence of any legal status on the part of the legatee. Ha, ha! Yes, yes! Few young men are so free from undesirable entanglements. Two guineas is my charge, sir: and a rare good will for the money. Very prudent of you, sir. Does you credit in everyway. Well, well: we all must die; and often the young, before the old." Not only did I think two guineas a great deal too much money for a quarter of an hour's employment, but also I dis- liked particularly the words with which he concluded; they sounded, trom his grating voice, like the evil omen of a croak- A VERY DESPERATE VESTURE. 240 ing raven. Nevertheless I still abode in my fixed resolve to go, and find out, if I died for it, what was become of Lorna. And herein I lay no claim to courage; the matter being simply a choice between two evils, of which by far the greater one was, of course, to lose my darling. The journey Avas a great deal longer to fetch around the Southern hills, and enter by the Doone-gate, than to cross the lower land, and steal in by the water-slide. However, I durst not take a horse (for fear of the Doones, who might be abroad upon their usual business), but started betimes in the even- ing, so as not to hurry, or waste any strength upon the way. And thus I came to the robbers' highway, walking circum- spectly, scanning the sky-line of every hill, and searching the folds of every valley, for any moving figure. Although it was now well on towards dark, and the sun was down an hour or so, I could see the robbers' road before me, in a trough of the winding hills, where the brook ploughed down from the higher barrows, and the coving banks were roofed with furze. At present, there was no one passing, neither post nor sentinel, so far as I could descry; but I thought it safer to wait a little, as twilight melted into night; and then I crept down a seam of the highland, and stood upon the Doone-track. As the road approached the entrance, it became more straight and strong, like a channel cut from rock, with the water brawling darkly along the naked side of it. Not a tree or bush was left, to shelter a man from bullets : all was stern, and stiff, and rugged, as I could not help perceiving, even through the darkness; and a smell as of churchyard mould, a sense of being boxed in and cooped, made me long to be out again . And here I was, or seemed to be, particularly unlucky ; for as I drew near the very entrance, lightly of foot, and warily, the moon (which had often been my friend) like an enemy broke upon me, topping the eastward ridge of rock, and fill- ing all the open spaces with the play of wavering light. I shrank back into the shadowy quarter, on the right side of the road; and gloomily employed myself to watch the triple en- trance, on which the moonlight fell askew. All across and before the three rude and beetling archways, hung a felled oak overhead, black, and thick, and threatening. This, as I heard before, could be let fall in a moment, so as to crush a score of men, and bar the approach of horses. Behind this tree, the rocky mouth was spanned, as by a gallery, with 250 LORNA DOOXE. bruslnvood and piled timber, all upon a ledge of stone, wliere thirty men might lurk unseen, and lire at any invader. From that rampart it would be impossible to dislodge them, because the rock fell sheer below them twenty feet, or it may be more ; while overhead it towered three hundred, and so jutted over that nothing could be cast upon them ; even if a man could climb the height. And the access to this portcullis place — if I may so call it, being no portcullis there — was through certain rocky chambers known to the tenants onl3\ But the cleverest of their devices, and the most puzzling to an enemy, was that, instead of one mouth only, there were three to choose from, with nothing to betoken which was the proper access ; all being pretty much alike, and all unf enced and yawning. And the common rumor was that in times of any danger, when any force was known to be on muster in their neighborhood, they changed their entrance every day, and diverted the other two, by means of sliding doors to the chasms and dark abysses. Now I could see those three rough arches, jagged, black, and terrible; and I knew that only one of them could lead me to the valley ; neither gave the river now any further guidance ; but dived underground with a sullen roar, where it met the cross-bar of the mountain. Having no means at all of judg- ing which was the right way of the three, and knowing that the other two would lead to almost certain death, in the rug- gedness and darkness, — for how could a man, among preci- pices and bottomless depths of water, without a ray of light, have any chance to save his life? — I do declare that I was half inclined to go away, and have done with it. However, I knew one thing for certain, to wit, that the longer I stayed debating, the more would the enterprise pall upon me, and the less my relish be. And it struck me that, in times of peace, the middle way was the likeliest; and the others diverging right and left in their further parts might be made to slide into it (not far from the entrance), at the pleas- ure of the warders. Also I took it for good omen that I remembered (as rarely happened) a very fine line in the Latin grammar, whose emphasis and meaning is "middle road is safest." Therefore, without more hesitation, I plunged into the middle way, holding a long ash staff before me, shodden at the end with iron. Presently I was in black darkness, grop- ing along the wall, and feeling a deal more fear than I Avished to feel; especially when upon looking back I could no longer J VERY DESPERATE VENTURE. 251 see the light, which I had forsaken. Then I stumbled over something hard, and sharp, and very cold, moreover so griev- ous to my legs, that it needed my very best doctrine and humor to forbear from swearing, in the manner they use in London. But when I arose, and felt it, and knew it to be a culverin, I was somewhat reassured thereby, inasmuch as it was not likely that tliey would plant this engine, except in the real and true entrance. Therefore I went on again, more painfully and wearily, and presently found it to be good that I had received that knock, and borne it with such patience; for otherwise I might have blundered full upon the sentries, and been shot without more ado. As it was, I had barely time to draw back, as I turned a corner upon them; and if their lantiiorn had been in its place, they could scarce have failed to descry me, unless indeed I had seen the gleam before I turned the corner. There seemed to be only two of them, of size indeed and stature as all the Doones must be, but I need not have feared to encounter them both, had they been unarmed, as I was. It was plain, however, that each had a long and heavy carbine, not in his hands (as it should have been), but standing close beside him. Therefore it behoved me now to be exceeding careful; and even that might scarce avail, without luck in proportion. So I kept well back at the corner, and laid one cheek to the rock face, and kept my outer eye round the jut, in the wariest mode I could compass, watching my opportu- nity: and this is what I saw. The two villains looked very happy — which villains have no right to be, but often are, meseemeth — they were sitting in a niche of rock, with the lanthorn in the corner, quaffing something from glass measures, and playing at push-pin, or shepherd's chess, or basset; or some trivial game of that sort. Each was smoking a long clay pipe, quite of new London shape I could see, for the shadow was thrown out clearly ; and each Avould laugh from time to time, as he fancied he got the better of it. One was sitting with his knees up, and left hand on his thigh; and this one had his back to me, and seemed to be the stouter. The other leaned more against the rock, half sitting and half astraddle, and wearing leathern overalls, as if newly come from riding. I could see his face quite clearly by the light of the open lanthorn, and a handsomer or a bolder face I had seldom, if ever, set eyes upon; insomuch that it made me very unhappy to think of his being so near my Lorna. "How loni am T to stav crouchino- here? " T asked of my- 252 LORN A DOONE. self at lastj being tired of hearing them cry, "score one," "score two," "No, by ,, Charlie," "By 1 say it is, Phelps." And yet my only chance of slipping by them un- perceived was to wait till they quarrelled more, and came to blows about it. Presently, as I made up my mind to steal along towards them (for the cavern was pretty wide, just there), Charlie, or Charleworth Doone, the younger and taller man, reached forth his hand to seize the money, which he swore he had won that time. Upon this, the other jerked his arm, vowing that he had no right to it; whereupon Charlie flung at his face the contents of the glass he was sipping, but missed him and hit the candle, which spluttered with a flare of blue flame (from the strength perhaps of the spirit) and then went out completely. At this, one swore, and the other laughed ; and before they had settled what to do, I was past them and round the corner. And then, like a giddy fool as I was, I needs must give them a startler — the whoop of an owl, done so exactly, as John Fry had taught me, and echoed by the roof so fearfully, that one of them dropped the tinder box, and the other caught up his gun and cocked it, at least as I judged by the sounds they made. And then, too late, I knew my madness, for if either of them had fired, no doubt but what all the village would have risen, and rushed upon me. However, as the luck of the matter went, it proved for my advantage ; for I heard one say to the other, — "Curse it, Charlie, what was that? It scared me so, I have dropped my box ; my flint is gone, and every thing. Will the brimstone catch from your pipe, my lad?" " My pipe is out, Phelps, ever so long. Damn it, I am not afraid of an owl, man. Give me the lanthorn, and stay here. I'm not half done with you yet, my friend." "Well said, my boy, well said! Go straight to Carver's, mind you. The other sleepy-heads be snoring, as there is nothing up to-night. jN'o dallying now under Captain's win- dow. Queen will have nought to say to you; and Carver will punch your head into a new wick for your lanthorn." "Will he though? Two can play at that." And so after some rude jests, and laughter, and a few more oaths, I heard Charlie (or at any rate somebody) coming toward me, with a loose and not too sober footfall. As he reeled a little in his gait, and I would not move from his way one inch, after his talk of Lorna, but only longed to grasp him (if common sense permitted it), his braided coat came against my thumb, and A VERY DESPERATE VENTURE. 253 Ids leatliern gaiters brushed my knee. If he had turned or noticed it, he woukl have been a dead man in a moment; but his drunkenness saved him. So I let him reel on unharmed; and thereupon it occurred to rue that I could have no better guide, passing as he would exactly where I wished to be; that is to say under Lorna's window. Therefore I followed him, without any especial caution; and soon I had the pleasure of seeing his form against the moonlit sky. Down a steep and winding path, with a handrail at the corners (such as they have at Ilfracombe), Master Charlie tripped along — and indeed there was much tripping, and he must have been an active fellow to recover as he did — and after him walked I, much hoping (for his own poor sake) that he might not turn, and espy me. But Bacchus (of whom I read at school, with great wonder about his meaning — and the same I may say of Venus) that great deity preserved Charlie, his pious worshipper, from regarding consequences. So he led me very kindly to the top of the meadow land, where the stream from underground broke forth, seething quietly with a little hiss of bubbles. Hence I had fair view and outline of the robbers' township, spread Avith bushes here and there, but not heavily overshad- owed. The moon, approaching now the full, brought the forms in manner forth, clothing each with character, as the moon (more than the sun) does, to an eye accustomed. I knew that the Captain's hofise was first, both from what Lorna had said of it, and from my mother's description, and now again from seeing Charlie halt there for a certain time, and whistle on his fingers, and hurry on, fearing consequences. The tune that he whistled was strange to me, and lingered in my ears, as having something very new and striking, and fan- tastic in it. And I repeated it softly to myself, while I marked the position of the houses and the beauty of the village. For the stream, in lieu of any street, passing between the houses, and affording perpetual change, and twinkling, and reflections, moreover by its sleepy murmur soothing all the dwellers there, this and the snugness of the position, walled with rock and spread with herbage, made it look, in the quiet moonlight, like a little paradise. And to think of all the inmates there, sleeping with good consciences, having plied their useful trade of making others work for them, enjoying life without much labor, yet with great renown! "Mast'U' Charlie went down the village, and I followed him c irefully, keeping as much as possible in the shadowy places, 254 LOBXA DOONE. and watching the windows of every house, lest any light should be burning. As I passed Sir Ensor's house, my heart leaped up, for I spied a window, higher than the rest above the ground, and with a faint light moving. This could hardly fail to be the room wherein my darling lay; for here that impudent young fellow had gazed while he was whistling. And here my courage grew tenfold, and my spirit feared no evil — for lo, if Lorna had been surrendered to that scoundrel, Carver, she would not have been at her grandfather's house, but in Carver's accursed dwelling. Warm with this idea, I hurried after Charleworth Doone, being resolved not to harm him now, unless my own life required it. And while I watched from behind a tree, the door of the furthest house was opened ; and sure enough it was Carver's self, who stood bareheaded, and half undressed, in the doorway. I could see his great black chest, and arms, by the light of the lamp he bore. " Who Avants me, this time of night? " he grumbled in a deep gruff voice; "any young scamp prowling after the maids shall have sore bones for his trouble." "All the fair maids are for thee, are they. Master Carver?" Charlie answered laughing; "we young scamps must be well- content with coarser stuff than thou wouldst have." "Would have? Ay, and will have," the great beast mut- tered angrily. "I bide my time; but not very long. Only one word for thy good, Charlie. I will fling thee senseless into the river, if ever I catch thy girl-face there again." " Mayliap, Master Carver, it is more than thou couldst do. But I will not keep thee ; thou art not pleasant company to- night. All I want is a light for my lanthorn, and a glass of schnapps, if thou hast it." "What is become of thy light, then? Good for thee I am not on duty." "A great owl flew between me and Phelps, as we watched beside the culverin. and so scared was he at our fierce bright eyes, that he fell, and knocked the light out." " Likely tale, or likely lie, Charles ! We will have the truth to-morrow. Here take thy light, and be gone with thee. All virtuous men are in bed now." "Then so will I be, and why art thou not? Ha, have I earned my schnapps now?" " If thou hast, thou hast paid a bad debt : there is too much in thee already. Be off! my patience is done with." Then he slammed the door in the young man's face, having A VEBY DESPERATE VENTURE. 255 kindled his lantliorn by this time : and Charlie went up to the watch-place again, muttering as he passed me, " ]>ad look-out for all of us, when that surly old beast is Captain. Xo gentle blood in him, no hospitality, not even pleasant language, nor a good new oath in his frowsy pate ! I've a mind to cut the whole of it; and but for the girls I would so." My heart was in my mouth, as they say, when I stood in the shade by Lorna's window, and whispered her name gently. The house was of one story only, as the others were, with pine-ends standing forth the stone, and only two rough win- dows upon that western side of it, and perhaps both of them were Lorna's. The Doones had been their own builders, for no one should know their ins and outs; and of course their work was clumsy. As for their windows, they stole them mostly from the houses round about. But though the window was not very close, I might have whispered long enough, before she would have answered me ; frightened as she was, no doubt, by many a rude overture. And I durst not speak aloud, because I saw another watchman posted on the western cliff, and commanding all the valley. And now this man (having no companion for drinking or for gambling) espied me against the wall of the house, and advanced to the brink, and challenged me. "Who are you there? Answer! One, two, three; and I fire at thee." The nozzle of his gun was pointed full upon me, as I could see, with the moonlight striking on the barrel; he was not more than fifty yards off, and now he began to reckon. Being almost desperate about it, I began to whistle, wondering how far I should get before I lost mj^ windpipe : and as luck would have it, my lips fell into that strange tune I had practised last; the one I had heard from Charlie. My mouth would scarcely frame the notes, being parched with terror; but to my surprise, the man fell back, dropped his gun, and saluted. Oh sweetest of all sweet melodies ! That tune was Carver Doone's passport (as I heard long afterwards), which Charleworth Doone had imitated, for decoy of Lorna. The sentinel took me for that vile Carver; who was like enough to be prowling there, for private talk with Lorna; but not very likely to shout forth his name, if it might be avoided. The watchman, perceiving the danger perhaps of intruding on Carver's privacy, not only retired along the cliff, but withdrew himself to good distance. Meanwhile he had done me th(^ kindest service; for Lorna 256 LORNA BOONE. came to the window at once, to see what the cause of the shout was, and drew back the curtain timidly. Tlien she opened the rough lattice; and then she watched the cliff and trees; and then she sighed very sadly. " Oh Lorna, don't you know me? " I whispered from the side, being afraid of startling her by appearing over suddenly. Quick though she always was of thought, she knew me not from my whisper, and was shutting the window hastily, when I caught it back, and showed myself. "John!" she cried, yet with sense enough not to speak aloud: "oh, you must be mad, John." "As mad as a March hare," said I, " without any news of my darling. You knew I would come: of course you did." " Well, I thought, perhaps you know : now, John, you need not eat my hand. Do you see they have put iron bars across?" "To be sure. Do you think I should be contented, even with this lovely hand, but for these vile iron bars? I will have them out before I go. Xow, darling, for one moment — just the other hand, for a change, you know." So I got the other, but was not honest; for I kept them both, and felt their delicate beauty trembling, as I laid them to my heart. " Oh, John, you will make me cry directly " — she had been crying long ago — "if you go on in that way. You know we can never have one another; every one is against it. Why should T make you miserable? Try not to think of me any more." "And will you try the same of me, Lorna? " " Oh yes, John ; if you agree to it. At least I will try to try it." "Then you won't try any thing of the sort," I cried with great enthusiasm, for her tone was so nice and melancholy: "the only thing we will try to try, is to belong to one an- other. And if we do our best, Lorna, God alone can prevent us." She crossed herself, with one hand drawn free, as I spoke so boldly; and something swelled in her little throat, and prevented her from answering. "Now tell me," I said; "what means all this? Why are you so pent up here? Why have you given me no token? Has your grandfather turned against you? Are you in any danger?" " My poor grandfather is very ill : I fear that he will not A VERY DESPERATE VENTURE. 257 live long. The Counsellor and his son are now the masters of the valley; and I dare not venture forth, for fear of any thing they might do to me. When I went forth, to signal for you, Carver tried to seize me; but I was too quick for him. Little Gwenny is not allowed to leave the valley now; so that I could send no message. I have been so wretched, dear, lest you should think me false to you. The tyrants now make sure of me. You must watch this house, both night and day, if you wish to save me. There is nothing they would shrink from, if my poor grandfather — oh, I cannot bear to think of myself, when I ought to think of him only; dying without a son to tend him, or a daughter to shed a tear." "But surely he has sons enough; and a deal too many," I was going to say, but stopped myself in time : " why do none of them' come to him? " " I know not. I cannot tell. He is a very strange old man; and few have ever loved him. He was black with wrath at the Counsellor, this very afternoon — but I must not keep you here — you are much too brave, John; and I am much too self- ish: there, what was that shadow?" "Nothing more than a bat, darling, come to look for his sweetheart. I will not stay long; you tremble so: and yet for that very reason, how can I leave you, Lorna? " "You must — you must," she answered; "I shall die if they hurt you. I hear the old nurse moving. Grandfather is sure to send for me. Keep back from the window." However, it was only Gwenny Carfax, Lorna's little hand- maid: my darling brought her to the window, and presented her to me, almost laughing through her grief. "Oh, I am so glad, John; Gwenny, I am so glad you came. I have Avanted long to introduce you to my 'young man,' as you call him. It is rather dark, but you can see him. I wish you to know him again, Gwenny." " Whoy ! " cried Gwenny, with great amazement, standing on tiptoe to look out, and staring as if she were weighing me: "her be bigger nor any Doone! Heared as her have bate our Garnish champion awrastling. 'Twadn't fair play nohow: no, no; don't tell me, 'twadn't fair play nohow." "True enough, Gwenny," I answered her; for the play had been very unfair indeed on the side of the Bodmin champion : "it was not a fair bout, little maid; I am free to acknowl- edge that." By that answer, or rather by the construction she put upon it, the heart of the Cornish girl was won, more than by gold and silver. VOL. I. — 17 258 LORNA DOONE. "1 shall knoo thee again, young man; no fear of that," she answered, nodding with an air of patronage. " Now, missis, gae on coortin', and I wall gae outside and watch for 'ee." Though expressed not over delicately, this proposal arose, no doubt, from Gwenny's sense of delicacy; and I was very thankful to her for taking her departure. " She is the best little thing in the world," said Lorna, softly laughing; "and the queerest, and the truest. Nothing will bribe her against me. If she seems to be on the other side, never, never doubt her. Now no more of your 'coortin,' Jojni! I love you far too well for that. Yes, yes, ever so much ! If you will take a mean advantage of me. As much as ever you like to imagine; and then you may double it, after that. Only go, do go, good John; kind, dear, darling John; if you love me, go." "How can I go, without settling any thing?" I asked, very sensibly. " How shall I know of your danger now? Hit upon something; joii are so quick. Any thing you can think of; and then I will go, and not frighten you." "I have been thinking long of something," Lorna answered rapidly, with that peculiar clearness of voice, which made every syllable ring like music of a several note, "you see that tree with the seven rooks' nests, bright against the cliffs there? Can you count them, from above, do you think? From a place where you will be safe, dear " "No doubt, I can; or if I cannot, it will not take me long to find a spot whence I can do it." " Gwenny can climb like any cat. She has been up there in the summer, watching the young birds, day by day, and dar- ing the boys to touch them. There are neither birds, nor eggs there now, of course, and nothing doing. If you see but six rooks' nests, I am in peril, and want you. If you see but five, I am carried off by Carver." " Good God ! " said I, at the mere idea, in a tone which frightened Lorna. "Fear not, John," she whispered sadly, and my blood grew cold at it: "I have means to stop him; or at least to save myself. If you can come within one day of that man's get- ting hold of me, you will find me quite unharmed. After that you will find me dead, or alive, according to circumstances, but in no case such that you need blush to look at me." Her dear sweet face was full of pride, as even in the gloom I saw: and I would not trespass on her feelings, by such a thing, at such a moment, as an attempt at any caress. I only A GOOD TUBN FOB JEREMY. 259 said, " God bless you, darling ! '' and she said the same to me, in a very low sad voice. And then I stole below Carver's house, in the shadow from the eastern cliff; and knowing enough of the village now to satisfy all necessity, betook my- self to my well-known track in returning from the valley; Avhich was neither down the waterslide (a course I feared in the darkness) nor up the cliffs at Lorna's bower; but a way of my own inventing, which there is no need to dwell upon. A weight of care was off my mind; though much of trouble hung there still. One thing was quite certain — if Lorna could not have John Eidd, no one else should have her. And my mother, who sat up for me, and with me long time after- wards, agreed that this was comfort. CHAPTER XXXVIII. A GOOD TURN FOR JEREMY. John Fry had now six shillings a week of regular and per- manent wage, besides all harvest and shearing money, as well as a cottage rent-free, and enough of garden -ground to rear pot-herbs for his wife and all his family. Now the wages appointed by our Justices, at the time of sessions, were four- and-sixpence a week for summer, and a shilling less for the winter-time ; and we could be fined, and perhaps imprisoned, for giving more than the sums so fixed. Therefore John Fry was looked upon as the richest man upon Exmoor, I mean of course among laborers, and there were many jokes about rob- bing him, as if he were the Mint of the King; and Tom Faggus promised to try his hand, if he came across John on the high- way, although he had ceased from business, and was seeking a Royal pardon. Now is it according to human nature, or is it a thing contra- dictory (as I would fain believe) ? But any how, there was, upon Exmoor, no more discontented man, no man more sure that he had not his worth, neither half so sore about it, than, or as, John Fry was. And one thing he did, which I could not Avholly (or indeed I may say, in any measure) reconcile with my sense of right, much as I labored to do John justice, especially because of his roguery; and this was, that if we said too much, or accused him at all of laziness (which he must have known to be in him), he regularly turned round upon us, 260 LORN A DOONE. and quite compelled us to hold our tongues, by threatening to lay information against us, for paying him too much wages ! Now I have not mentioned all this of John Fry, from any disrespect for his memory (which is green and honest amongst us), far less from any desire to hurt the feelings of his grand- children; and I will do them the justice, once for all, to avow, thus publicly, that I have known a great many bigger rogues ; and most of themselves in the number. But I have referred, with moderation, to this little flaw in a worthy character (or foible, as we call it, when a man is dead) for this reason only — that, without it, there was no explaining John's dealings with Jeremy Stickles. Master Jeremy, being full of London ancl Norwich experi- ence, fell into the error of supposing that we clods and yokels were the simplest of the simple, and could be cheated at his good pleasure. Now this is not so: when once we suspect that people have that idea of us, we indulge them in it to the top of their bent, and grieve that they should come out of it, as they do at last in amazement, with less money than before, and the laugh now set against them. Ever since I had offended Jeremy, by threatening him (as before related) in case of his meddling with my affairs, he had more and more allied himself with simple-minded John, as he was pleased to call him. John Fry was every thing: it was " run and fetch my horse, John " — " John, are my pis- tols primed well?" — "I want you in the stable, John, about something very particular; " until except for the rudeness of it, I was longing to tell Master Stickles that he ought to pay John's wages. John for his part was not backward, but gave himself the most wonderful airs of secrecy and importance, till half the parish began to think that the affairs of the nation were in'his hand ; and he scorned the sight of a dungfork. It was not likely that this should last; and being the only man in the parish with any knowledge of politics, I gave John Fry to understand that he must not presume to talk so freely, as if he were at least a constable, about the constitu- tion; which could be no affair of his, and might bring us all into trouble. At this he only tossed his nose, as if he had been in London at least three times for my one ; which vexed me so that I promised him the thick end of the plough-whip, if even the name of a knight of the shire should pass his lips for a fortnigiit. Now I did not suspect in my stupid noddle, that John Fry would ever tell Jeremy Stickles about the sight at the A GOOD TURN FOB JEBEMY. 261 Wizard's Slough, and the man in the white nightcap; because John had sworn on the blade of his knife, not to breathe a word to any soul, without my full permission. However, it appears that John related, for a certain consideration, all that he had seen, and doubtless more which had accrued to it. Upon this Master Stickles was much astonished at Uncle Reuben's proceedings, having always accounted him a most loyal, keen, and wary subject. All this I learned upon recovering Jeremy's good graces, which came to pass in no other way than by the saving of his life. Being bound to keep the strictest watch upon the seven rooks' nests, and yet not bearing to be idle, and to waste my mother's stores, I contrived to keep my work entirely at the western corner of our farm, which was nearest to Glen Doone, and whence I could easily run to a height commanding the view I coveted. One day. Squire Faggus had dropped in upon us, just in time for dinner; and very soon he and King's messenger were as thick as need be. Tom had brought his beloved mare, to show her oft' to Annie, and he mounted his pretty sweetheart upon her, after giving Winnie notice to be on her very best behavior. The squire was in great spirits, having just accom- plished a purchase of land which was worth ten times what he gave for it; and this he did by a merry trick upon old Sir Roger Bassett, who never supposed him to be in earnest, as not possessing the money. The whole thing was done on a bumper of claret, in a tavern where thej met; and the old knight, having once pledged his word, no lawyers could hold him back from it. They could only say that Master Faggus, being attainted of felony, was not a capable grantee. "I will soon cure that," quoth Tom, "my pardon has been ready for months and months, so soon as I care to sue it." And now he was telling our Annie, who listened very rosily, and believed every word he said, that, having been ruined in early innocence by the means of lawyers, it was only just, and fair turn for turn, that having became a match for them by long practice upon the highway, he should reinstate himself, at their expense, in society. And now he would go to London at once, and sue out his pardon; and then would his lovely darling Annie, &c., &c. — things which I had no right to hear, and in which I was not wanted. Therefore I strode away up the lane to my afternoon's employment, sadly comparing my love with theirs (which now appeared so prosperous), yet heartily glad for Annie's sake; 262 LOUNA UOONK only remembering now and then the old proverb, "Wrong never comes right." I worked very hard in the copse of young ash, with my bill- hook and a shearing-knife: cutting out the saplings where they stooled too close together, making spars to keep for thatching, wall-crooks to drive into the cob, stiles for close sheep-hurdles, and handles for rakes, and hoes, and two-bills, of the larger and straighter stuff. And all the lesser I bound in faggots, to come home on the sledd to the woodrick. It is not to be supposed that I did all this work, without many peeps at the seven rooks' nests, which proved my Lorna's safety. Indeed, whenever I wanted a change, either from cleaving, or hewing too hard, or stooping too much at bind- ing, I was up and away to the ridge of the hill, instead of standing and doing nothing. Soon I forgot about Tom and Annie ; and fell to thinking of Lorna only; and how much I would make of her; and what I should call our children; and how I would educate them, to do honor to her rank; yet all the time I worked none the worse, by reason of meditation. Eresh-cut spars are not so good as those of a little seasoning; especially if the sap was not gone down at the time of cutting. Therefore we always find it needful to have plenty still in stock. It was very pleasant there in the copse, sloping to the west as it was, and the sun descending brightly, with rocks and banks to dwell upon. Tlie stems of mottled and dimpled wood, with twigs coming out like elbows, hung and clung together closely, with a mode of bending in, as children do at some danger; overhead the shrunken leaves quivered and rustled ripely, having many points like stars, and rising and falling delicately, as fingers play sad music. Along the bed of the slanting ground, all between the stools of wood, there were heaps of dead brown leaves, and sheltered mats of lichen, and drifts of spotted stick gone rotten, and tufts of rushes here and there, full of fray and feathering. All by the hedge ran a little stream, a thing that could bxrely name itself, flowing scarce more than a pint in a minute, because of the sunny weather. Yet had this rill little crooks and crannies, dark and bravely bearded, and a gallant rush through a reeden pipe — the stem of a flag that was grounded; and here and there divided threads, from the points of a branching stick, into mighty pools of rock (as large as a grown man's hat almost) napped with moss all around the sides and hung with corded grasses. Along and A GOOD TURN FOE JEREMY. 263 down the tiny banks, and nodding into one another, even across main channel, hnng the brown arcade of ferns; some with gokl tongues languishing; some with countless ear-drops jerking; some with great quilled ribs uprising and long saws aflapping; others cupped, and fanning over with the grace of yielding, even as a hollow fountain spread by winds that have lost their way. Deeply each beyond other, pluming, stooping, glancing, glistening, weaving softest pillow-lace, coying to the wind and water, where their fleeting image danced, or by which their beauty moved, — God has made no lovelier thing; and only He takes heed of them. It was time to go home to supper now, and I felt very friendly towards it, having been hard at work for some hours, with only the voice of the little rill, and some hares, and a pheasant, for company. The sun was gone down behind the black wood on the further cliffs of Bagworthy, and the russet of the tufts and spear-beds was becoming gray, while the grayness of the sapling ash grew brown against the sky; the hollow curves of the little stream became black beneath the grasses and the fairy fans innumerable; while outside the hedge our clover was crimping its leaves in the dewfall, like the cocked hats of wood-sorrel, — when, thanking God for all this scene, because my love had gifted me with the key to all things lovely, I prepared to follow their example, and to rest from labor. Therefore I wiped my bill-hook and shearing-knife very carefully, for I hate to leave tools dirty; and was doubting whether I should try for another glance at the seven rooks' nests, or whether it would be too dark for it. It was now a quarter of an hour mayhap, since I had made any chopping noise, because I had been assorting my spars, and tying them in bundles, instead of plying the bill-hook; and the gentle tinkle of the stream was louder than my doings. To this, no doubt, I owe my life, Avhich then (without my dreaming it) was in no little jeopardy. For, just as I was twisting the bine of my very last faggot, before tucking the cleft tongue under, there came three men outside the hedge, where the western light was yellow; and by it I could see that all three of them carried fire-arms. These men were not walking carelessly, but following down the hedge-trough, as if to stalk some enemy : and for a moment it struck me cold, to think it was I they were looking for. With the swiftness of terror, I concluded that my visits to Glen Doone were known, and now my life was the forfeit. 264 LORN A BOONE. It was a most lucky thing for ma, that I heard their clothes catch in the brambles, and saw their hats under the rampart of ash, which is made by what we call "splashing," and lucky for me that I stood in a goyal, and had the dark coppice behind me. To this 1 had no time to fly, but with a sort of instinct, threw myself flat in among the thick fern, and held my breath, and lay still as a log. For I had seen the light gleam on their gun-barrels, and knowing the faults of the neighborliood, would fain avoid swelling their number. Then the three men came to the gap in the hedge, where I had been in and out so often ; and stood up, and looked in over. It is all very well for a man to boast that, in all his life, he has never been frightened, and believes that he never could be so. There may be men of that nature — I will not dare to deny it; only I have never known them. The fright I was now in was horrible, and all my bones seemed to creep inside me; when lying there helpless, with only a billet and the comb of fern to hide me, in the dusk of early evening, I saw three faces in the gap; and what was worse, three gun-muzzles. " Somebody been at work here — " it was the deep voice of Carver Doone; "jump up, Charlie, and look about; we must have no witnesses." "Give me a hand behind," said Charlie, the same handsome young Doone I had seen that night; "this bank is too devilish steep for me." " Nonsense, man ! " cried Marwood de Whichehalse, who to my amazement was the third of the number; "only a hind cutting faggots ; and of course he hath gone home long ago. Blind man's holiday, as we call it. I can see all over the place; and there is not even a rabbit there." At that I drew my breath again, and thanked God I had gotten my coat on. "Squire is right," said Charlie, who was standing up high (on a root perhaps), "there is nobody there now, captain; and lucky for the poor devil that he keepeth workman's hours. Even his chopper is gone, 1 see." "No dog, no man, is the rule about here, when it comes to coppice work," continued young de Whichehalse; "there is not a man would dare work there, without a dog to scare the pixies." " There is a big young fellow upon this farm," Carver Doone muttered sulkily, "with whom I have an account to settle, if ever I come across him. He hath a cursed spite to us, be- cause we shot his father. He was going to bring the lumpers A GOOD TURN FOR JEREMY. 265 upon us, only he was afeared, last winter. And he hath been in London lately, for some traiterous job, I doubt." "Oh, you mean that fool, John Eidd," answered the young squire; "a very simple clod-hopper. No treacher}^ in him, I warrant; he hath not the head for it. All he cares about is wrestling. As strong as a bull, and with no more brains." " A bullet for that bull," said Carver; and I could see the grin on his scornful face; "a bullet for ballast to his brain, the first time I come across him." "Xonsense, captain! I won't have him shot, for he is my old school-fellow, and hath a very pretty sister. But his cousin is of a different mould, and ten times as dangerous." "We shall see, lads, we shall see," grumbled the great black- bearded man. "Ill bodes for the fool that would hinder me. But come, let us onward. No lingering, or the viper will be in the bush from us. Body and soul, if he give us the slip, both of you shall answer it." "No fear, captain, and no hurry," Charlie answered gal- lantly ; " would I were as sure of living a twelvemonth, as he is of dying within the hour! Extreme unction for him in my bullet patch. Remember, I claim to be his confessor, because he hath insulted me." "Thou art welcome to the job for me," said Marwood, as they turned away, and kept along the hedge-row; "I love to me3t a man, sword to sword; not to pop at him from a fox- hole." What answer was made I could not hear, for by this time the stout ashen hedge was between us, and no other gap to be found in it, until at the very bottom, where the corner of the copse was. Yet was I not quit of danger now; for they might come through that second gap, and then would be sure to see me, unless I crept into the uncut thicket, before they could enter the clearing. But in spite of all my fear, I was not wise enough to do that. And in truth, the words of Carver Doone had filled me with such anger, knowing what I did about him, and his pretence to Lorna; and the sight of Squire Marwood, in such outrageous company, had so moved my curiosity, and their threats against some unknown person so aroused my pity, that much of my prudence was forgotten, or at least the better part of courage, which loves danger at long distance. Therefore, holding fast my bill-hook, I dropped myself very quietly into the bed of the runnel, being resolved to take my chance of their entrance at the corner, where the water dived through the hedge-row. And so I followed them down the 266 LOliNA DOONE. fence, as gently as a rabbit goes; only 1 was inside it, and they on the outside; but yet so near, that I heard the branches rustle as they pushed them. Perhaps I had never loved ferns so much as when I came to the end of that little gully, and stooped betwixt two patches of them, now my chiefest shelter ; for cattle had been through the gap just there, in quest of fodder and coolness, and had left but a mound of trodden earth between me and the out- laws. I mean at least on my left hand (upon which side they were), for in front where the brook ran out of the copse was a good stiff hedge of holly. And now I prayed Heaven to lead them straight on; for if they once turned to their right, through the gap, the muzzles of their guns would come almost against my forehead. I heard them, for I durst not look ; and could scarce keep still, for trembling — I heard them trampling outside the gap; uncertain which track they should follow. And in that fear- ful moment, with my soul almost looking out of my body, expecting notice to quit it, what do you think I did? I counted the threads in a spider's web, and the flies he had lately eaten, as their skeletons shook in the twilight. "We shall see him better in there," said Carver, in his hor- rible gruff voice, like the creaking of the gallows chain; "sit there, behind holly hedge, lads, while he cometh down yonder hill; and then our good evening to him; one at his body, and two at his head; and good aim, lest we baulk the devil." "I tell you, captain, that will not do," said Charlie, almost whispering: "you are very proud of your skill, we know, and can hit a lark if you see it : but he may not come until after dark, and we cannot be too nigh to him. This holly hedge is too far away. He crosses down here from Slocombslade, not from Tibbacot, I tell you; but along that track to the left there, and so by the foreland to Glenthorne, where his boat is in the cove. Do you think I have tracked him so many even- ings, without knowing his line to a hair? Will you fool away all my trouble?" "Come then, lad; we will follow thy lead. Thy life for his, if we fail of it." "After me then, right into the hollow; thy legs are grow- ing stiff, captain." " So shall thy body be, young man, if thou leadest me astray in this." I heard them stumbling down the hill, which was steep and rocky in that part; and peering through the hedge, I saw A GOOD TURN FOR JEREMY. 267 them enter a covert, by the side of the track which Master Stickles followed, almost every evening, when he left our house upon business. And then I knew who it was they were come on purpose to murder — a thing which I might have guessed long before, but for terror and cold stupidity. "Oh that God," I thought for a moment, waiting for my blood to flow; "oh that God had given me brains, to meet such cruel dastards according to their villany! The power to lie, and the love of it ; the stealth to spy, and the glory in it; above all, the quiet relish for blood, and joy in the death of an enemy — these are what any man must have, to contend with the Doones upon even terms. And yet, I thank God that I have not any of these." It was no time to dwell upon that, only to try, if might be, to prevent the crime they were bound upon. To follow the armed men down the hill would have been certain death to me, because there was no covert there, and the last light hung upon it. It seemed to me, that my only chance to stop the mis- chief pending was to compass the round of the hill, as fast as feet could be laid to ground; only keeping out of sight from the valley, and then down the rocks, and across the brook, to the track from Slocombslade ; so as to stop the king's messen- ger from travelling any further, if only I could catch him there. And this was exactly what I did ; and a terrible run I had for it, fearing at every step to hear the echo of shots in the valley, and dropping down the scrubby rocks with tearing and violent scratching. Then I crossed Bagworthy stream, not far below Doone-valley, and breasted the hill towards Slocomb- slade, with my heart very heavily panting. Why Jeremy chose to ride this way, instead of the more direct one (which would have been over Oare-hill), was more than I could account for : but I had nothing to do with that; all I wanted was to save his life. And this I did by about a minute ; and (which was the hard- est thing of all) with a great horse -pistol at my head, as I seized upon his bridle. "Jeremy, Jerry," was all I could say, being so fearfully short of breath; for I had crossed the ground quicker than any horse could. " Spoken just in time, John Ridd!" cried Master Stickles, still however pointing the pistol at me : " I might have known thee by thy size, John. What art doing here?" " Come to save vour life. For God's sake, go no further. 268 LORNA DOONE. Three men in the covert there, with long guns, waiting for thee." " Ha ! I have been watched of late. That is why I pointed at thee, John. Back round this corner, and get thy breath, and tell me all about it. I never saw a man so hurried. I could beat thee now, John." Jeremy Stickles was a man of courage, and presence of mind, and much resource : otherwise he would not have been appointed for this business; nevertheless he trembled greatly, when he heard what I had to tell him. But I took good care to keep back the name of young Marwood de Whichehalse; neither did I show my knowledge of the other men; for rea- sons of my own not very hard to conjecture. " We will let them cool their heels, John Ridd," said Jeremy, after thinking a little. " I cannot fetch my musketeers either from Glenthorne or Lynmouth, in time to seize the fellows. And three desperate Doones, well-armed, are too many for you and me. One result this attempt will have, it will make us attack them sooner than we had intended. And one more it will have, good John, it will make me thy friend for ever. Shake hands, my lad, and forgive me freely for having been so cold to thee. Mayhap, in the troubles coming, it will help thee not a little to have done me this good turn." Upon that he shook me by the hand, with a pressure such as we feel not often; and having learned from me how to pass quite beyond view of his enemies, he rode on to his duty, whatever it might be. For my part, I was inclined to stay, and watch how long the three fusileers would have the patience to lie in wait; but seeing less and less use in that, as I grew more and more hungry, I swung my coat about me, and went home to Plover's Barrows. CHAPTER XXXIX. A TROUBLED STATE AND A FOOLISH JOKE. Stickles took me aside the next day, and opened all his business to me, whether I would or not. But I gave him clearly to understand that he was not to be vexed with me, neither to regard me as in any way dishonest, if I should use for my own purpose, or for the benefit of my friends, any part of the knowledge, and privity, thus enforced upon me. To this he "As I SEIZED UPON HIS BRIDLE." — Vol. I. p. 267. A TROUBLED STATE AND A FOOLISH JOKE. 269 agreed quite readily; but upon the express provision that I should do nothing to thwart his schemes, neither unfold them to any one; but otherwise be allowed to act according to my own conscience, and as consisted with the honor of a loyal gentleman — for so he was pleased to term me. Now what he said lay in no great compass, and may be summed in smaller still; especially as people know the chief part of it already. Disaffection to the King, or rather dislike to his brother, James, and fear of Roman ascendancy, had existed now for several years, and of late we^-e spreading rapidly; partly through the downright arrogance of the Tory faction, the cruelty and austerity of the Duke of York, the corruption of justice, and confiscation of ancient rights and charters ; partly through jealousy of the French king, and his potent voice in our affairs ; and partly (or perhaps one might even say, mainly) through that natural tide in all political channels, which verily moves as if it had the moon itself for its mistress. No sooner is a thing done and fixed, being set far in advance perhaps of all that was done before (like a new mole in the sea), but immediately the waters retire, lest they should undo it; and every one says how tine it is, but leaves other people to walk on it. Then after awhile, the vague endless ocean, having retired and lain still without a breeze or mur- mur, frets and heaves again with impulse, or with lashes laid on it, and in one great surge advances over every rampart. And so there was, at the time I speak of, a great surge in England, not rolling yet, but seething: and one which a thousand Chief Justices, and a million Jeremy Stickles, should never be able to stop or turn, by stringing up men in front of it; any more than a rope of onions can repulse a vol- cano. But the worst of it was, that this great movement took a wrong channel at tirst; not only missing legitimate line, but roaring out that the back ditchway was the true and estab- lished course of it. Against this rash and random current nearly all the ancient mariners of the State were set; not to allow the brave ship to drift there, though some little boats might try it. For the present there seemed to be a pause, with no open onset, but people on the shore expecting, each according to his wishes, and the feel of his own finger, whence the rush of wind should come, which might direct the water. Now, — to reduce high figures of speech into our own little numerals, — all the towns of Somersetshire and lialf the towns of Devonshire were full of pusliing eager people, ready to 270 LORNA DOONE. swallow any thing, or to make others swallow it. Whether they believed the folly about the black box, and all that stuff, is not for me to say j only one thing I know, they pretended to do so, and persuaded the ignorant rustics. Taunton, Bridgewater, Minehead, and Dulverton took the lead of the other towns in utterance of their discontent, and threats of what they meant to do, if ever a Papist dared to climb the Protestant throne of England. On the other hand, the Tory leaders were not as yet under apprehension of an immediate outbreak, and feared to damage their own cause by premature coercion, for the struggle was not very likely to begin in ear- nest, during the life of the present King; unless he should (as some people hoped) be so far emboldened as to make public profession of the faith which he held (if any). So the Tory policy was to watch, not indeed permitting their opponents to gather strength, and muster in armed force or with order, but being well apprised of all their schemes and intended move- ments, to wait for some bold overt act, and then to strike severely. And as a Tory watchman — or spy, as the Whigs would call him — Jeremy Stickles^ was now among us; and his duty was threefold. First, and most ostensibly, to see to the levying of poundage in the little haven of Lynmouth, and further up the coast, which was now becoming a place of resort for the folk whom we call smugglers, that is to say, who land their goods with- out regard to King's revenue, as by law established. And indeed there had been no officer appointed to take toll, until one had been sent to Minehead, not so very long before. The excise as well (which had been ordered in the time of the Long Parliament) had been little heeded by the people hereabouts. Second, his duty was (though only the Doones had dis- covered it) to watch those outlaws narrowly, and report of their manners (which were scanty), doings (which were too manifold), reputation (which was execrable), and politics (whether true to the King and the Pope, or otherwise). Jeremy Stickles' third business was entirely political; to learn the temper of our people and the gentle families, to watch the movements of the trained bands (which could not always be trusted), to discover any collecting of arms and drilling of men among us, to prevent (if need were, by open force) any importation of gunpowder, of wliich there had been some rumor; in a word, to observe and forestall the enemy. !N"ow in providing for this last-mentioned service, the Gov- A TROUBLED STATE AND A FOOLISH JOKE. 271 eminent had made a great mistake, doubtless through their anxiety to escape any public attention. For all the disposa- ble force at their emissary's command amounted to no more than a score of musketeers, and these so divided along the coast as scarcely to suffice for the duty of sentinels. He held a commission, it is true, for the employment of the train- bands, but upon the understanding that he was not to call upon them (except as a last resource) for any political object; although he might use them against the Doones as private criminals, if found needful; and supposing that he could get them. ''So you see, John," he said, in conclusion, "I have more work than tools to do it with. I am heartily sorry I ever accepted such a mixed and meagre commission. At the bot- tom of it lies (I am well convinced) not only the desire to keep things quiet, but the paltry jealousy of the military people. Because I am not a Colonel, forsooth, or a Captain in His Majesty's service, it would never do to trust me with a company of soldiers ! And yet they would not send either Colonel or Captain, for fear of a stir in the rustic mind. The only thing that I can do, with any chance of success, is to rout out these vile Doone fellows, and burn their houses over their heads. ISTow what think you of that, John Ridd?" "Destroy the town of the Doones," I said, "and all the Doones inside it! Surely, Jeremy, you would never think of such a cruel act as that ! " "A cruel act, John! It would be a mercy for at least three counties. Xo doubt you folk, who live so near, are well accustomed to them, and would miss your liveliness in com- ing home after nightfall, and the joy of hnding your sheep and cattle right, when you not expected it. But after awhile you might get used to the dulness of being safe in your beds, and not losing your sisters and sweethearts. Surely, on the whole, it is as pleasant not to be robbed as to be robbed?" "I think we should miss them very much," I answered, after consideration; for the possibility of having no Dooues had never yet occurred to me, and we all were so thoroughly used to them, and allowed for it in our year's reckoning; "I am sure we should miss them very sadly; and something worse would come of it." "Thou art the staunchest of all staunch Tories," cried Stickles, laughing, as he shook my hand ; " thou believest in the divine right of robbers, who are good enough to steal thy own fat sheep. I am a jolly Tory, John; but thou art ten 272 LORNA BOONE. times jollier: oh! the grief in thy face at the thought of being robbed no longer! " He laughed in a very unseemly manner; while I descried nothing to laugh about. For we always like to see our way; and a sudden change upsets us. And unless it were in the loss of the farm, or the death of the King, or of Betty Mux- worthy, there was nothing that could so unsettle our minds as the loss of the Doones of Bagworthy. And beside all this, I was thinking, of course, and thinking more than all the rest, about the troubles that might ensue to my own beloved Lorna. If an attack of Glen Doone were made by savage soldiers and rude train-bands, what might happen, or what might not, to my delicate, innocent darling? Therefore, when Jeremy Stickles again placed the matter before me, commending my strength and courage, and skill (to flatter me of the highest), and hnished by saying that I would be worth at least four common men to him, I cut him short as follows : — "Master Stickles, once for all, I will have naught to do with it. The reason why is no odds of thine, nor in any way disloyal. Only in thy plans remember, that I will not strike a blow, neither give any counsel, neither guard any prisoners." "Not strike a blow," cried Jeremy, "against tliy father's murderers, John ! " "Not a single blow, Jeremy; unless I knew the man who did it, and he gloried in his sin. It was a foul and dastard deed, yet not done in cold blood; neither in cold blood will I take the Lord's task of avenging it." "Very well, John," answered Master Stickles, "I know thine obstinacy. When thy mind is made up, to argue with thee is pelting a rock with peppercorns. But thou hast some other reason, lad, unless I am much mistaken, over and above thy merciful nature and Christian forgiveness. Anyhow, come and see it, John. There will be good sport, I reckon ; especially when we thrust our claws into the nest of the ravens. Many a yeoman will find his daughter, and some of the Porlock lads their sweethearts. A nice young maiden, now, for thee, John ; if, indeed, any " " No more of this ! " I answered very sternly : " it is no busi- ness of thine, Jeremy; and I will have no joking upon this matter." "Good, my lord: so be it. But one thing I tell thee in earnest. We will have thy old double-dealing uncle. Hucka- back of Dulverton, and march him first to assault Doone A TROUBLED STATE AND A FOOLISH JOKE. 273 Castle, sure as my name is Stickles. I hear tliat he hath often vowed to storm the valley himself, if only he could find a dozen musketeers to back him. Xow, we will give him chance to do it, and prove his loyalty to the King, which lies under some suspicion of late." With regard to this, I had nothing to say; for it seemed to me very reasonable that Uncle Eeuben should have first chance of recovering his stolen goods, about which he had made such a sad to-do, and promised himself such vengeance. I made bold however to ask Master Stickles, at what time he intended to carry out this great and hazardous attempt. He answered that he had several things requiring first to be set in order, and that he must make an inland journey, even as far as Tiverton, and perhaps Crediton and Exeter, to joUect his forces and ammunition for them. For he meant to have some of the yeomanry, as well as of the trained bands, so that if the Doones should sally forth, as perhaps they would, on horseback, cavalry might be there to meet them, and cut them off from returning. All this made me very uncomfortable, for many and many reasons, the chief and foremost being of course my anxiety about Lorna. If the attack succeeded, what was to become of her? Who would rescue her from the brutal soldiers, even supposing that she escaped from the hands of her own people, during the danger and ferocity? And in smaller ways, I was much put out; for instance, who would ensure our corn-ricks, sheep, and cattle, ay and even our fat pigs, now coming on for bacon, against the spreading all over the country of unlicensed marauders? The Doones had their rights, and understood them, and took them according to prescription, even as the parsons had, and the lords of manors, and the King himself, God save him! But how were these low soldiering fellows (half-starved at home very likely, and only too glad of the fat of the land, and ready, according to our proverb, to burn the paper they fried in), who were they, to come hectoring, and heroing over us, and Heliogabalizing, with our pretty sisters to cook for them, and be chucked under chin perhaps after- wards? There is nothing England hates so much, according to my sense of it, as that fellows taken from plough-tail, cart- tail, pot-houses, and parish-stocks, should be hoisted and foisted upon us (after a few months' drilling, and their lying shaped into truckling) as defenders of the public weal, and heroes of the universe. In another way, I was vexed moreover — for after all we VOL. I. — 18 274 LORNA DOONE. must consider the opinions of our neighbors — namely, that I knew quite well how every body for ten miles round (for my fame must have been at least that wide, after all my wrest- ling), would lift up hands and cry out thus — " Black shame on John Kidd, if he lets them go without him ! " Putting all these things together, as well as many others, which your own wits will suggest to you, it is impossible but what you will freely acknowledge that this unfortunate John Ridd was now in a cloven stick. There was Lorn a, my love and life, bound by her duty to that old vil nay, I mean to her good grandfather, who could now do little mischief, and therefore deserved all praise — Lorna bound, at any rate, by her womanly feelings, if not by sense of duty, to remain in the thick of danger, with nobody to protect her, but every body to covet her, for beauty and position. Here was all the country roused with violent excitement, at the chance of snap- ping at the Doones; and not only getting tit for tat; but every young man promising his sweetheart a gold chain, and his mother at least a shilling. And here was our own mow- yard, better filled than we could remember, and perhaps every sheaf in it destined to be burned or stolen, before we had fin- ished the bread we had baked. Among all these troubles, there was, however, or seemed to be, one comfort. Tom Faggus returned from London very proudly and very happily, with a royal pardon in black and white, which every body admired the more, because no one could read a. word of it. The Squire himself acknowledged cheerfully that he could sooner take fifty purses than read a single line of it. Some people indeed went so far as to say that the parchment was made from a sheep Tom had stolen, and that was why it prevaricated so, in giving him a charac- ter. But I, knowing something, by this time, of lawyers, was able to contradict them ; affirming that the wolf had more than the sheep to do with this matter. For, according to our old saying, the three learned profes- sions live by roguery on the three parts of a man. The doctor mauls our bodies ; the parson starves our souls ; but the lawyer must be the adroitest knave, for he has to ensnare our minds. Therefore he takes a careful delight in covering his traps and engines with a spread of dead-leaf words, whereof liimself knows little more than half the way to spell them. But now Tom Faggus, although having wit to gallop away on his strawberry mare, with the speed of terror, from law- yers (having paid them with money too honest to stop), yet A TBOUBLEB STATE AND A FOOLISH JOKE. 275 fell into a reckless adventure, ere ever lie came home, from which any lawyer would have saved him, although he ought to have needed none beyond common thought for dear Ajmie. Now I am, and ever have been, so vexed about this story that I cannot tell it pleasantly (as I try to write in general) in my own words and manner. Therefore I will let John Fry (whom I have robbed of another story, to which he was more entitled, and whom I have robbed of man}- speeches (which he thought very excellent), lest I should grieve any one with his lack of education, — the last lack- he ever felt, by-the-by), now with your good leave, I will allow poor John to tell this tale, in his own words and style ; which he has a perfect right to do, having been the first to tell us. For Squire Faggus kept it close; not trusting even Annie with it (or at least she said so) ; because no man knows much of his sweetheart's tongue, nntil she has borne him a child or two. Only before John begins his story, this I would say, in duty to him, and in common honesty, — that I dare not write down some few of his words, because they are not convenient, for dialect or other causes; and that I cannot find any way of spelling many of the words which I do repeat, so that people, not born on Exnioor, may know how he pronounced them; even if they could bring their lips, and their legs, to the proper attitude. And in this I speak advisedly; having observed some thousand times, that the manner a man has of spreading his legs, and bending his knees, or stiffening, and even the way he will set his heel, make all the difference in his tone, and time of casting his voice aright, and power of coming home to you. We always liked John's stories, not for any wit in them; but because we laughed at the man, rather than the matter. The way he held his head was enough, with his chin fixed hard like a certainty (especially during his biggest lie) not a sign of a smile in his lips or nose, but a power of not laugh- ing; and his eyes not turning to any body, unless somebody had too much of it (as young girls always do) and went over the brink of laughter. Thereupon it was good to see John Fry ; how he looked gravely first at the laugher, as much as to ask, "What is it noAv?" then if the fool went laughing more, as he or she was sure to do upon that dry inquiry, John would look again, to be sure of it, and then at somebody else to learn whether the laugh had company ; then if he got an- other grin, all his mirth came out in glory, Avith a sudden break; and he Aviped his li]^>s, and Avas grave again. 276 LORNA BOONE. Now John, being too much encouraged by the girls (of which I could never break them), came into the house that December evening, with every inch of him full of a tale. Annie saw it, and Lizzie of course ; and even I, in the gloom of great evils, perceived that John w^as a loaded gun; but I did not care to explode him. Now nothing primed him so hotly as this: if you wanted to hear all John Fry had heard, the surest of all sure ways to it was, to pretend not to care for a word of it. "I wor over to Exeford in the marnin," John began from the chimney-corner, looking straight at Annie; "for to zee a little calve, Jan, as us cuddn't get thee to lave houze about. Meesus have got a quare vancy vor un, from wutt her have heer'd of the brade. Now zit quite, wull e' Miss Luzzie, or a 'wunt goo on no vurder. Vaine little tayl I'll tull' ee, if so be thee zits quite. Wull, as I coom down the hill, I zeed a saight of volks astapping of the ro-udwai. Arl on 'em wi' girt goons, or two men out of dree wi' em. Eackon there wor dree score on 'em, tak smarl and beg togather laike; latt aloun the women and chillers; zum on 'em wi' matches blowing, t'others wi' flint-lacks. 'Wutt be up now?' I says to Bill Blacksmith, as had knowledge of me: ' be the King acoomin? If her be, do 'ee want to shutt'un?" "' Thee hot knaw! ' says Bill Blacksmith, just tlie zame as I be a tullin of it : ' whai, man, us expex Tarn Faggus, and zum on us manes to shutt 'un.' "'Shutt 'un wi'out a warrant!' says I: 'sure 'ee knaws better nor thic. Bill! A man mayn't shutt to another man, wi'out have a warrant, Bill. Warship zed so, last taime I zeed un, and nothing to the contrairy." '"Haw, haw! Never front about that,' saith Bill, zame as I be tullin you : ' us has warrants and warships enow, dree or vour on 'em. And more nor a dizzen warranties ; fro'ut I know to contrairy. Shutt 'un, us manes ; and shutt 'un, us will ' Whai, Miss Annie, good Lord, whuttiver maks 'ee stear so?" "Nothing at all, John," our Annie answered; "only the horrible ferocity of that miserable blacksmith." "That be nayther here nor there," John continued, with some wrath at his own interruption: "Blacksmith knawed whutt the Squire had been ; and veared to lose his own custom, if Squire tuk to shooin' again. Shutt any man I would my- zell as intervared wi' my trade laike. ' Lucky for thee, ' said Bill Blacksmith, ' as thee bee'st so shart and fat, Jan. Dree on us wor a gooin' to shutt 'ee, till us zeed how fat thee waz, Jan.' A TROUBLED STATE AND A FOOLISH JOKE. 277 " ' Lor now, Bill! ' I answered 'un, wi' a girt cold swat upon me: 'sliutt me, Bill; and my own waife niver drame of it! ' " Here John Fry looked round the kitchen; for he had never said anything of the kind, I doubt; but now made it part of his discourse, from thinking that Mistress Fry was come, as she generally did, to fetch him. " Wull done then, Jan Vry," said the woman, who had entered quietly, but was only our old Molly. " Wutt hand- some manners thee has gat, Jan, to spake so well of thy waife laike ; after arl the laife she lades thee ! " '• Putt thee pot on the fire, old 'ooman, and bile thee own bakkon," John answered her, very sharply : "nobody no raight to meddle wi' a man's bad 'ooman but himzell. Wull, here was all these here men awaitin', zum wi' harses, zum wi'out; the common volk wi' long girt guns, and the quarlity wi' girt broad-swords. Who wor there? Whay latt me zee. There wor Squaire Maunder," here John assumed his full historical key, "him jvi' the pot to his vittle-place ; and Sir Eichard BleAvitt shaking over the zaddle, and Squaire Sandford of Lee, him wi' the long nose and one eye, and Sir Gronus Batch- ildor over to Ninehead Court, and ever so many more on 'em, tulling up how they was arl gooin' to be promoted, for kitch - ing of Tom Faggus. "' Hope to God,' says I to myzell, ' poor Tom wun't coom here to-day : arl up with her, if 'a doeth : and who be there to suckzacle 'un? ' Mark me now, all these charps was good to shutt 'un, as her coom crass the watter; the watter be Avaide enow there and stony, but no deeper than my knee-place. '" Thee cas'n goo no vurder, ' Bill Blacksmith saith to me: 'nawbody 'lowed to crass the vord, until such time as Faggus coom; plaise God we may mak sure of 'un.' '" Amen, zo be it,' says I; 'God knowth I be never in any hurry, and would zooiier stop nor goo on, most taimes.' " Wi' that I pulled my vittles out, and zat a horse-barck, atin' of 'em, and oncommon good they was. ' Won't us have 'un this taime just,' saith Tim Potter, as keepeth the bull there; 'and yet I be zorry for 'un. But a man must kape the law, her must ; zo be her can only larn it. And now poor Tom will swing as high as the tops of they girt hashes there.' "'Just thee kitch 'un virst,' says I; 'maisure rope, wi' the body to maisure by.' "'Hurrah! here be another now,' saith Bill Blacksmith, grinning; 'another coom to help us. What a grave gentle- man ! A warship of the pace, at laste ! ' 278 LORN A BOONE. " For a gentleman, on a cue-ball horse, was coming slowly clown the hill on t'other zide of watter, looking at us in a friendly way, and with a long papper standing forth the lin- ing of his coat laike. Horse stapped to drink in the watter, and gentleman spak to 'un kindly, and then they coom raighl: on to ussen, and the gentleman's face wor so long and so grave, us veared 'a wor gooin' to prache to us. "'Coort o' King's Bench,' saith one man; ^Checker and Plays,' saith another; ' Spishal Commission, I doubt,' saith Bill Blacksmith; 'backed by the Mayor of Taunton.' " 'Any Justice of the King's Peace, good people, to be found near here? ' said the gentleman, lifting his hat to us, and very gracious in his manner. "' Your honor,' saith Bill, with his hat off his head; ' there be sax or zeven warships here; arl on 'em very wise 'uns. Squaire Maunder there be the zinnyer. ' " So the gentleman rode ujj to Squire Maunder, and raised his cocked hat in a manner that took the Squire out of counte- nance, for he could not do the like of it. " ' Sir,' said he, 'good and worshipful sir, I am here to claim your good advice and valor; for purposes of justice. I hold His Majesty's commission, to make to cease a notorious rogue, whose name is Thomas Faggus.' With that he offered his commission ; but Squire Maunder told the truth, that he could not rade even words in print, much less written karakters.^ Then the other magistrates rode up, and put their heads together, how to meet the London gentleman without loss of importance. There wor one of 'em as could rade purty vair, and her made out King's mark upon it: and he bowed upon his horse to the gentleman, and he laid his hand on his heart and said, ' Worshipful sir, we, as has the honor of His Gra- cious Majesty's commission, are entirely at your service, and crave instructions from you.' " Then a waving of hats began, and a bowing, and making of legs to wan anather, sich as nay ver wor zeed afore ; but none of 'em arl, for air and brading, cud coom anaigh the gentle- man with the long grave face. 1 Lest John Fry seem to under-rate the erudition of Devonshire magis- trates, I venture to offer copy of a letter from a Justice of the Peace to his bookseller, circa 1810 a.d., now in my possession : — "Sur. " plez to zen me the aks relattino- to A-gnstns-paksy ^ — Ed. of L. D. - [Emphasized thus in original.] A TROUBLED STATE AND A FOOLISH JOKE. 279 " ' Your warships have posted the men right well, ' saitli he with anather bow all round; 'surely that big rogue will have no chance left among so many valiant musketeers. Ha! what see I there, my friend? Rust in the pan of your gun! That gun w^ould never go off, sure as I am the King's Commis- sioner. And I see another just as bad; and lo, there the third! Pardon me, gentlemen, I have been so used to His Majesty's Ordnance-yards. But I fear that bold rogue would ride through all of you, and laugh at your worships' beards, by George.' "'But what shall us do?' Squire Maunder axed; 'I vear there be no oil here.' "'Discharge your pieces, gentlemen, and let the men do the same ; or at least let us try to discharge them, and load again with fresh powder. It is the fog of the morning hath spoiled the priming. That rogue is not in sight yet : but God knows we must not be asleep with him, or what will His Majesty say to me, if we let him slip once more? ' "' Excellent, wondrous well said, good sir,' Squire Maunder answered him; ' I never should have thought of that now. Bill Blacksmith, tell all the men to be ready to shoot up into the air, directly 1 give the word. Kow, are you ready there, Bill?' "'All ready, your worship,' saith Bill, saluting like a soldier. " ' Then, one, two, dree, and shutt ! ' cries Squire Maunder, standing up in the irons of his stirrups. " Thereupon they all blazed out, and the noise of it went all round the hills; with a girt thick cloud arising, and all the air smelling of powder. Before the cloud was gone so much as ten yards on the wind, the gentleman on the cue-ball horse shuts up his face like a pair of aiut-cracks, as wide as it was long before, and out he pulls two girt pistols longside of zad- dle, and clap'th one to Squire Maunder's head, and t'other to Sir Richard Blewitt's. " ' Hand forth your money and all your warrants, ' he saith like a clap' of thunder; 'gentlemen, have you now the wit to apprehend Tom Faggus? ' " Squire Maunder swore so that he ought to be lined ; but he pulled out his purse none the slower for that, and so did Sir Richard Blewitt. "' First man I see go to load a gun, I'll gi'e 'un the bullet to do it with,' said Tom; for you see it was him and no other, looking quietly round upon all of them. Then he robbed all 280 LORNA DOONE. the rest of their warships, as pleasant as might be; and he saith, ' Now gentlemen, do your duty : serve your warrants afore you imprison me : ' with that he made them give up all the warrants, and he stuck them in the band of his hat, and then he made a bow with it. "'Good morning to your warships now, and a merry Christ- mas all of you! And the merrier both for rich and poor, when gentlemen see their almsgiving. Lest you deny your- selves the pleasure, I will aid your warships. And to save you the trouble of following me, when your guns be loaded, — this is my strawberry mare, gentlemen, only with a little cream on her. Gentlemen all, in the name of the King, I thank you. ' "All this while he was casting their money among the poor folk by the handful; and then he spak kaindly to the red mare, and wor over the back of the hill in two zeconds, and the best part of two maile away, I reckon, afore ever a gun wor loaded."! CHAPTEE XL. TWO FOOLS TOGETHER. That story of John Fry's, instead of causing any amuse- ment, gave us great disquietude ; not only because it showed that Tom Faggus could not resist sudden temptation and the delight of wildness, but also that we greatly feared lest the King's pardon might be annulled, and all his kindness can- celled, by a reckless deed of that sort. It was true (as Annie insisted continually, even with tears, to wear in her argu- ments) that Tom had not brought away any thing, except the warrants, which were of no use at all, after receipt of the par- don; neither had he used any violence, except just to frighten people ; but could it be established, even towards Christmas- time, that Tom had a right to give alms, right and left, out of other people's money? Dear Annie appeared to believe that it could; saying that if the rich continually chose to forget the poor, a man who forced them to remember, and so to do good to themselves and to others, was a public benefactor, and entitled to every bless- 1 The truth of this story is well established by first-rate tradition. TWO FOOLS TOGETHER. 281 ing. But I knew, and so Lizzie knew — John Fry being now out of hearing — that this was not sound argument. For, if it came to that, any man might take the King by the throat, and make him cast away among the poor the money which he wanted sadly for Her Grace the Duchess, and the beautiful Countess, of this, and of that. Lizzie, of course, knew noth- ing about His Majesty's diversions, which were not fit for a young maid's thoughts; but I now put the form of the argu- ment as it occurred to me. Therefore I said, once for all (and both my sisters always listened when I used the deep voice from my chest) : — ''Tom Faggus hath done wrong herein; wrong to himself, and to our Annie. All he need have done was to show his pardon, and the magistrates would have rejoiced with him. He might have led a most godly life, and have been respected by every body; and knowing how brave Tom is, I thought that he would have done as much. Now if I were in love with a maid " — I put it thus for the sake of poor Lizzie — "never would I so imperil my life, and her fortune in life along with me, for the sake of a poor diversion. A man's first duty is to the women, who are forced to hang upon him " "Oh, John, not that horrible word," cried Annie, to my great surprise, and serious interruption : " oh John, any word but that ! " And she burst forth crying terribly. "What word, Lizzie? What does the wench mean?" I asked in the saddest vexation ; seeing no good to ask Annie at all, for she carried on most dreadfully. "Don't you know, you stupid lout?" said Lizzie, complet- ing my wonderment, by the scorn of her quicker intelligence : " if you don't know, axe about? " And with that, I was forced to be content; for Lizzie took Annie in such a manner (on purpose to vex me, as I could see) with her head drooping down, and her hair coming over, and tears and sobs rising and falling, to boot, without either order or reason, that seeing no good for a man to do (since neither of them was Lorna), I even went out into the courtyard, and smoked a pipe, and wondered what on earth is the meaning of women. Now in this I was wrong and unreasonable (as all women will acknowledge) ; but sometimes a man is so put out, by the way they take on about nothing, that he really cannot help thinking, for at least a minute, that women are a mistake for ever, and hence are for ever mistaken. Nevertheless I could 282 LORNA DooyE. not see that any of these great thoughts and ideas applied at all to my Lorna; but that she was a different being; not woman enough to do any thing bad, yet enough of a woman for man to adore. And now a thing came to pass which tested my adoration pretty sharply, inasmuch as I would far liefer have faced Carver Doone and his father, nay even the roaring lion him- self, with his hoofs and flaming nostrils, than have met, in cold blood, Sir Ensor Doone, the founder of all the colony, and the fear of the very fiercest. But that I was forced to do at this time, and in the manner following. When I went up one morning to look for my seven rooks' nests, behold there were but six to be seen; for the topmost of them all was gone, and the most conspicuous. 1 looked, and looked, and rubbed my eyes, and turned to try them by other sights; and then I looked again; yes, there could be no doubt about it; the signal was made for me to come, be- cause my love was in danger. For me to enter the valley now, during the broad daylight, could have brought no comfort, but only harm to the maiden, and certain death to myself. Yet it was more than I could do to keep altogether at distance ; therefore I ran to the nearest place where I could remain unseen, and watched the glen from the wooded height, for hours and hours, impatiently. However no impatience of mine made any difference in the scene upon which I was gazing. In the part of the valley which I could see there was nothing moving, except the water, and a few stolen cows, going sadly along, as if knowing that they had no honest right there. It sank very heavily into my heart, with all the beds of dead leaves around it, and there was nothing I cared to do, except blow on my fingers, and long for more wit. For a frost was beginning, which made a great difference to Lorna and to myself, I trow ; as well as to all the five million people who dwell in this island of England; such a frost as never I saw before,^ neither hope ever to see again; a time Avhen it was impossible to milk a cow for icicles, or for a man to shave some of his beard (as I liked to do for Lorna' s sake, because she was so smooth) without blunting his razor on hard 1 If John Ridd lived until the year 1740 (as so strong a man was bound to do), he must have seen almost a harder frost ; and perhaps it put an end to him ; for then he would be some fourscore years old. But tradition makes him "keep yatt," as he says, up to fivescore years. — Ed. L. D. TWO FOOLS TOGETHER. 283 gray ice. No man could " keep yatt " (as we say), even though he abandoned his work altogether, and thumped himself, all on the chest and the front, till his frozen hands would have been bleeding except for the cold that kept still all his veins. However, at present there was no frost, although for a fort- night threatening; and I was too young to know the meaning of the way the dead leaves hung, and the worm-casts prickling like women's combs, and the leaden tone upon every thing, and the dead weight of the sky. Will Watcombe, the old man at Lynmouth, who had been half over the world almost, and who talked so much of the Gulf -stream, had (as I after- wards called to mind) foretold a very bitter winter this year. I kit no one would listen to him, because there were not so many hips and haws as usual; whereas we have all learned from our grandfathers, that Providence never sends very hard winters, without having furnished a large supply of berries for the birds to feed upon. It was lucky for me, while I waited here, that our very best sheep-dog, old Watch, had chosen to accompany me that day. For otherwise I must have had no dinner, being unpersuaded, even by that, to quit my survey of the valley. However, by aid of poor Watch, I contrived to obtain a supply of food; for I sent him home with a note to Annie fastened upon his chest; and in less than an hour back he came, proud enough to wag his tail off, with his tongue hanging out from the speed of his journey, and a large lump of bread and of bacon fastened in a napkin around his neck. I had not told my sister, of course, what was toward; for why should I make her anxious? When it grew towards dark, I was just beginning to prepare for my circuit around the hills ; but suddenlj^ Watch gave a long low growl; I kept myself close as possible, and ordered the dog to be silent, and presently saw a short figure approach- ing from a thickly -wooded hollow on the left side of my hiding- place. It was the same figure I had seen once before in the moonlight, at Plover's Barrows; and proved, to my great de- light, to be the little maid Gwenny Carfax. She started a moment, at seeing me, but more with surprise than fear; and then she laid both her hands upon mine, as if she had known me for twenty years. "Young man," she said, "you must come with me. I was gwain' all the way to fetch thee. Old man be dying; and her can't die, or at least her won't, without first considering thee." "Considering me!" I cried: "what can Sir Ensor Doone want with considering me? Has Mistress Lorna told him?" 284 LORJ}^A DOONE. '• All concerning thee, and thy doings; when she knowed old man were so near his end. That vexed he was about thy low blood, a' thought her would come to life again, on purpose for to bate 'ee. But after all, there can't be scarcely such bad luck as that. Now, if her strook thee, thou must take it; there be no denaying of 'un. Fire I have seen afore, hot and red, and raging; but I never seen cold fire afore, and it maketh me burn and shiver." And in truth, it made me both burn and shiver, to know that I must either go straight to the presence of Sir Ensor Doone, or give up Lorna, once for all, and rightly be despised by her. For the first time of my life, I thought that she had not acted fairly. Why not leave the old man in peace, with- out vexing him about my affairs? But presently I saw again that in this matter she was right; that she could not receive the old man's blessing (supposing that he had one to give, which even a worse man might believe) while she deceived him about herself, and the life she had undertaken. Therefore, with great misgiving of myself, but no ill thought of my darling, I sent Watch home, and followed Gwenny; who led me along very rapidly, with her short broad form gliding down the hollow, from which she had first appeared. Here at the bottom, she entered a thicket of gray ash stubs and black holly, with rocks around it gnarled with roots, and hung with masks of ivy. Soon in a dark and lonely corner, with a pixie ring before it, she came to a narrow door, very brown and solid, looking like a trunk of wood at a little dis- tance. This she opened, without a key, by stooping down and pressing it, where the threshold met the jamb; and then she ran in very nimbly, but I was forced to be bent in two, and even so without comfort. The passage was close and difficult, and as dark as any black pitch; but it was not long (be it as it might), and in that there was some comfort. We came out soon at the other end, and were at the top of Doone valley. In the chilly dusk air it looked most untempting, especially during that state of mind under which I was laboring. As we crossed towards the Captain's house, we met a couple of great Doones lounging by the water-side. Gwenny said some- thing to them, and although they stared very hard at me, they let me pass without hindrance. It is not too much to say that, when the little maid opened Sir Ensor's door, my heart thumped, quite as much with terror as with hope of Lorna' s presence. But in a moment the fear was gone, for Lorna was trembling TWO FOOLS TOGETHER. 285 in my arms, and my courage rose to comfort her. The darling feared, beyond all things else, lest I should be offended with her, for what she had said to her grandfather, and for drag- ging me into his presence; but I told her almost a falsehood (the lirst, and the last, that ever I did tell her), to wit, that I cared not that much — and showed her the tip of my thumb as I said it — for old Sir Ensor, and all his wrath, so long as I had his granddaughter's love. Now I tried to think this as I said it, so as to save it from being a lie; but somehow or other it did not answer, and I was vexed with myself both ways. But Lorna took me by the hand as bravely as she could, and led me into a little passage, Avhere I could hear the river moaning and the branches rustling. Here I passed as long a minute as fear ever cheated time of, saying to myself continually that there was nothing to be frightened at, yet growing more and more afraid by reason of so reasoning. At last my Lorna came back very pale, as I saw by the candle she carried, and whispered, " Now be patient, dearest. Never mind what he says to you; neither attempt to answer him. Look at him gently and steadfastly, and, if you can, with some show of reverence; but above all things, no compassion; it drives him almost mad. Now come; walk very quietly." She led me into a cold dark room, rough and very gloomy, although with two candles burning. I took little heed of the things in it, though I marked that the window was open. That which I heeded was an old man, very stern and comely, with death upon his countenance ; yet not lying in his bed, but set upright in a chair, with a loose red cloak thrown over him. Upon this his white hair fell, and his pale fingers lay in a ghastly fashion, without a sign of life or movement, or of the i^ower that kept him up; all rigid, calm, and relentless. Only in his great black eyes, fixed upon me solemnly, all the power of his body dwelt, all the life of his soul Avas burning. I could not look at him very nicely, being afeared of the death in his face, and most afeared to show it. And to tell the truth, my poor blue eyes fell away from the blackness of his, as if it had been my coffin-plate. Therefore I made a low obeisance, and tried not to shiver. Only I groaned that Lorna thought it good manners to leave us two together. "Ah," said the old man, and his voice seemed to come from a cavern of skeletons; "are you that great John Eidd? " "John Eidd is my name, your honor," was all that I could answer; "and I hope your worship is better," 286 LOTtNA DOONE. " Child, have you sense enough to know wnat you have been doing? " " Yes, I know right well," I answered, "that I have set mine eyes far above my rank." "Are you ignorant that Lorna Doone is born of the oldest families remaining in North Europe?" "I was ignorant of that, your worship; yet I knew of her high descent from the Doones of Bagworthy." The old man's eyes, like hre, probed me whether I was jest- ing; then perceiving how grave I was, and thinking that I could not laugh (as many people suppose of me), he took on himself to make good the deficiency with a very bitter smile. "And know you of your own low descent, from the Ridds, of Oare?" "Sir," I answered, being as yet unaccustomed to this style of speech, " the Eidds, of Oare, have been honest men, twice as long as the Doones have been rogues." "I would not answer for that, John," Sir Ensor replied, very quietly, wnen I expected fury. " If it be so, thy family is the very oldest in Europe. Now hearken to me, boy, or clown, or honest fool, or whatever thou art; hearken to an old man's words, who has not many hours to live. There is noth- ing in this world to fear, nothing to revere or trust, nothing even to hope for; least of all, is there aught to love." "I hope your worship is not quite right," I answered, with great misgivings; "else it is a sad mistake for any body to live, sir." " Therefore," he continued, as if I had never spoken, "though it may seem hard for a week or two, like the loss of any other toy, I deprive you of nothing, but add to your comfort, and (if there be such a thing) to your happiness, when I forbid you ever to see that foolish child again. All marriage is a wretched farce, even when man and wife belong to the same rank of life, have temper well assorted, similar likes and dis- likes, and about the same pittance of mind. But when they are not so matched, the farce would become a long dull tragedy, if any thing were worth lamenting. There, I have reasoned enough Avith you; I am not in the habit of reasoning. Though I have little confidence in man's honor, I have some reliance in woman's pride. You will pledge your word in Lorna's presence, never to see or to seek her again; never even to think of her more. Now call her, for I am weary." He kept his great eyes fixed upon me with their icy fire (as if he scorned both life and death), and on his haughty lips TWO FOOLSi TOGETITER. 287 some slight amusement at my trouble \ and then he raised one hand (as if I were a poor dumb creature), and pointed to the door. Although my heart rebelled and kindled at his proud disdain, I could not disobey him freely; but made a low salute, and went straightway in search of Lorna. I found my love (or not my love; according as now she should behave; for I was very desperate, being put upon so sadly) Lorna Doone was crying softly at a little window, and listening to the river's grief. I laid my heavy arm around lier, not with any air of claiming, or of forcing her thoughts to me, but only just to comfort her, and ask what she was thinking of. To my arm she made no answer, neither to my seeking eyes; but to my heart, once for all, she spoke with her own upon it. Not a word, nor sound between us; not even a kiss was interchanged; but man, or maid, who has ever loved hath learned our understanding. Therefore it came to pass, that we saw fit to enter Sir Ensor's room, in the following manner. Lorna, with her right hand swallowed entirely by the palm of mine, and her waist retired from view by means of my left arm. All one side of lier hair came down, in a way to be remembered, upon the left and fairest part of my favorite otter-skin waistcoat; and her head as well w^ould have lain there doubtless, but for the danger of walking so. I, for my part, was too far gone to lag behind in the matter : but carried my love bravely, fear- ing neither death nor hell, while she abode beside me. Old Sir Ensor looked much astonished. For forty years he had been obeyed and feared by all around him; and he knew that I had feared him vastly, before I got hold of Lorna. And indeed I was still afraid of him; only for loving Lorna so, and having to protect her. Then I made him a bow, to the very best of all I had learned both at Tiverton and in London; after that I w^aited for him to begin, as became his age and rank in life. "Ye two fools! " he said at last, with a depth of contempt which no words may utter : " ye two fools ! " "May it please your worship," I answered softly; "may be we are not such fools as we look. But though we be, we are well content, so long as w^e may be two fools together." "Why, John," said the old man, with a spark, as of smiling in his eyes; "thou art not altogether the clumsy yokel, and the clod, I took thee for." "Oh no, grandfather; oh dear grandfather," cried Lorna, with such zeal and flashing, that her hands went forward; 288 LORNA DOONE. " nobody knows what John Ridd is, because he is so modest. I mean, nobody except me, dear." And here she turned to me again, and rose upon tiptoe, and kissed me. "I have seen a little of the world," said the old man, while I was half ashamed, although so proud of Lorna; "but this is beyond all I have seen, and nearly all I have heard of. It is more fit for southern climates, than for the fogs of Exmoor." "It is fit for all the world, your worship; with your honor's good leave, and will," I answered in humility, being still ashamed of it; "when it happens so to people, there is noth- ing that can stop it, sir." Now Sir Ensor Doone was leaning back upon his brown chair-rail, which was built like a triangle, as in old farm- houses (from one of which it had come, no doubt, free from ex- pense or gratitude) ; and as I spoke he coughed a little ; and he sighed a good deal more; and perhaps his dying heart desired to open time again, with such a lift of warmth and hope as he descried in our eyes, and arms. I could not understand him then; any more than a baby playing with his grandfather's spectacles; nevertheless I wondered whether, at his time of life, or rather on the brink of death, he was thinking of his youth and prime. "Fools you are; be fools for ever," said Sir Ensor Doone at last; while we feared to break his thoughts, but let each other know our own, with little ways of pressure : " it is the best thing I can wish you; boy and girl, be boy and girl, until you have grandchildren." Partly in bitterness he spoke, and partly in pure weariness, and then he turned so as not to see us ; and his white hair fell, like a shroud, around him. CHAPTER XLI. COLD COMFORT. All things being full of flaw, all things being full of holes, the strength of all things is in shortness. If Sir Ensor Doone had dwelled for half-an-hour upon himself, and an hour perhaps upon Lorna and me, we must both have wearied of him, and required change of air. But now I longed to see and know a great deal more about him, and hoped that he might not go to heaven, for at least a week or more. How- Fools you are: be foolis forever." — Vol. I. p. COLD COMFORT. 289 ever he was too good for this world (as we say of all people wao leave it) ; and I verily believe his heart was not a bad one, after all. Evil he had done, no doubt, as evil had been done to him; yet how many have done evil, while receiving only good! Be that as it may; nor further vexing of a question (settled for ever without our votes), let us own that he Avas, at least, a brave and courteous gentleman. And his loss aroused great lamentation, not among the Doones alone, and the women they had carried off, but also of the general public, and many even of the magistrates, tor several miles round Exmoor. And this, not only from fear lest one more wicked might succeed him (as appeared indeed too probable), but from true admiration of his strong will, and sympathy with his misfortunes. I will not deceive any one, by saying that Sir Ensor Doone gave (in so many words) his consent to my resolve about Lorna. This he never did, except by his speech last written down; from which, as he mentioned grandchildren, a lawyer perhaps might have argued it. Not but what he may have * meant to bestow on us his blessing; only that he died next day, without taking the trouble to do it. He called indeed for his box of snuff, which was a very high thing to take; and which he never took without being in very good liuraor, at least for him. And though it would not go up his nostrils, through the failure of his breath, he was pleased to have it there, and not to think of dying. "Will your honor have it wiped?" I asked him very softly, for the brown appearance of it spoiled (to my idea) his white mostachio ; but he seemed to shake his head, and I thought it kept his spirits up. I had never before seen any one do, what all of us have to do some day; and it greatly kept my spirits down, although it did not so very much frighten me. For it takes a man but a little while, his instinct being of death perhaps, at least as much as of life (which accounts for his slaying his fellow men so, and every other creature), it does not take a man very long to enter into another man's death, and bring his own mood to suit it. He knows that his own is sure to come; and nature is fond of the practice. Hence it came to pass that I, after easing my mother's fears, and seeing a little to business, returned (as if drawn by a polar needle) to the death-bed of Sir Ensor. There was some little confusion, people wanting to get away, and people trying to come in, from downright curiosity (of all things the most hateful), and others making great to-do, VOL. I. — 19 290 LOBNA DOONE. and talking of their own time to come, telling their own age, and so on. Bnt every one seemed to think, or feel, that I had a right to be there ; becanse the women took that view of it. As for Carver and Connsellor, they were minding their own affairs, so as to win the succession; and never found it in their business (at least so long as I was there) to come near the dying man. He, for his part, never asked for any one to come near him, not even a priest, nor a monk or friar ; but seemed to be going his own way, peaceful, and well contented. Only the chief of the women said, that from his face she believed and knew, that he liked to have me at one side of his bed, and Lorna upon the other. An hour or two ere the old man died, when only we two were with him, he looked at us both very dimly and softly, as if he wished to do something for us, but had left it now too late. Lorna hoped that he wanted to bless us ; but he only frowned at that, and let his hand drop downward, and crooked one knotted finger. "He wants something out of the bed, dear," Lorna whis- pered to me; "see what it is, upon your side, there." I followed the bent of his poor shrunken hand, and sought among the pilings ; and there I felt something hard and sharp, and drew it forth and gave it to him. It flashed, like the spray of a fountain upon us, in the dark winter of the room. He could not take it in his hand, but let it hang, as daisies do ; only making Lorna see that he meant her to have it. " Why, it is my glass necklace ! " Lorna cried, in great sur- prise; "my necklace he always promised me; and from which you have got the ring, John, But grandfather kept it, be- cause the children wanted to i)ull it from my neck. May I have it now, dear grandfather? Not unless you wish, dear." Darling Lorna wept again, because the old man could not tell her (except by one very feeble nod) that she was doing what he wished. Then she gave to me the trinket, for the sake of safety ; and I stowed it in my breast. He seemed to me to follow this, and to be well content with it. Before Sir Ensor Doone was buried, the greatest frost of the century had set in, with its iron hand, and step of stone, on every thing. How it came is not my business, nor can I ex- plain it ; because I never have watched the skies ; as people now begin to do, when the ground is not to their liking. Though of all this I know nothing, and less than nothing I may say (because I ought to know something) ; I can hear what people tell me; and I can see before my eyes. COLD COMFORT. 291 The strong men broke three good pickaxes, ere they got through the hard brown sod, checked with flakes of frosty white, where old Sir Ensor was to lie upon his back, awaiting the darkness of the Judgment-day. It was in the little chapel- yard; I will not tell the name of it; because we are now such Protestants, that I might do it an evil turn; only it was the little place where Lorna's Aunt Sabina lay. Here was I, remaining long, with a little curiosity ; because some people told me plainly, that I must be damned for ever by a Papist funeral ; and here came Lorna, scarcely breathing through the thick of stuff around her, yet with all her little breath steaming on the air, like frost. I stood apart from the ceremony, in which of course I was not entitled, either by birth or religion, to bear any portion ; and indeed it would have been wiser in me to have kept away altogether; for now there was no one to protect me among those wild and lawless men ; and both Carver, and the Coun- sellor, had vowed a fearful vengeance on me, as I heard from Gwenny. They had not dared to meddle with me, while the chief lay dying; nor was it in their policy, for a short time after that, to endanger their succession, by an open breach with Lorna, whose tender age and beauty held so many of the youths in thrall. The ancient outlaw's funeral was a grand and moving sight; more perhaps from the sense of contrast, than from that of fitness. To see those dark and mighty men, inured to all of sin and crime, reckless both of man and God, yet now with heads devoutly bent, clasped hands, and downcast eyes, fol- lowing the long black coffin of their common ancestor, to the place where they must join him, when their sum of ill was done; and' to see the feeble priest chanting, over the dead form, words the living would have laughed at, sprinkling with his little broom drops that could not purify ; while the chil- dren, robed in white, swung their smoking censers slowly oyer the cold and twilight grave : and after seeing all, to ask, with a shudder unexpressed, "Is this the end that God intended for a man so proud and strong? " Not a tear was shed upon him, except from the sweetest of all sweet eyes; not a sigh pursued him home. Except in hot anger, his life had been very cold, and bitter, and distant; and now a week had exhausted all the sorrow of those around him, a grief flowing less from affection than fear. Aged men will show his tombstone; mothers haste with their inf ants _ by it ; childi-en shrink from the name upon it; until in time his his- 292 LORNA DOONE. tory shall lapse, and be forgotten by all, except the great Judge and God. After all was over, I strode across the moors very sadly; trying to keep the cold away, by virtue of quick movement. Not a fl-ike of snow had fallen yet; all the earth was caked and hard, with a dry brown crust upon it; all the sky was banked with darkness, hard, anstere, and frowning. The fog of the last three weeks was gone, neither did any rime remain ; but all things had a look of sameness, and a kind of furzy color. It was freezing hard and sharp, with a piercing wind to back it ; and I had observed that the holy water froze npon Sir Ensor's coffin. One thing struck me with some surprise, as I made off for our fireside (with a strong determination to heave an ash-tree up the chimney-place), and that was how the birds were going, rather than flying as they used to fly. All the birds were set in one direction, steadily journeying westward, not Avith any heat of speed, neither flying far at once; but all (as if on busi- ness bound), partly running, partly flying, partly fluttering along; silently, and without a voice, neither pricking head nor tail. This movement of the birds went on, even for a week or more; every kind of thrushes passed us, every kind of wild fowl, even plovers went away, and crows, and snipes, and woodcocks. And before half the frost was over, all we had in the snowy ditches were hares so tame that we could pat them; partridges that came to hand, with a dry noise in their crops; heath-poults, making cups of snow; and a few poor hopping redwings, flipping in and out the hedge, hav- ing lost tne power to fly. And all the time, their great black eyes, set with gold around them, seemed to look at any man, for mercy and for comfort. Annie took a many of them, all that she could find herself, and all the boys would bring her ; and she made a great hutch near the fire, in the back-kitchen chimney-place. Here, in spite of our old Betty (who sadly Avanted to roast them), Annie kept some fifty birds, with bread and milk, and raw chopped meat, and all the seed she could think of, and lumps of rotten apples, placed, to tempt them, in the corners. Some got on, and some died off; and Annie cried for all that died, and buried them under the Avoodrick; but, I do assure you, it Avas a pretty thing to see, Avhen she Avent to them in the morning. There Avas not a bird but knew her Avell, after one day of com- forting; and some Avould come to her hand, and sit, and shut one eye, and look at her. Then she used to stroke their heads, COLD COMFORT. 293 and feel their breasts, and talk to them; and not a bird of them all was there, but liked to have it done to him. And I do believe they would eat from her hand things unnatural to them, lest she should be grieved and hurt, by not knowing what to do for them. One of them was a noble bird, such as I never had seen before, of very fine bright jolumage, and larger than a missel-thrush. He was the hardest of all to please; and yet he tried to do his best. I have heard since then, from a man who knows all about birds, and beasts, and fishes, that he must have been a Norwegian bird, called in this country a "Roller," who never comes to England but in the most tremendous Avinters. Another little bird there was, whom I longed to welcome home, and protect from enemies, a little bird no native to us, but than any native dearer. But lo, in the very night which followed old Sir Ensor's funeral, such a storm of snow began, as never have I heard nor read of, neither could have dreamed it. At what time of night it first began is more than 1 can say, at least from my own knowledge, for we all went to bed soon after supper, being cold, and not inclined to talk. At that time the wind was moaning sadly, and the sky as dark as a wood, and the straw in the yard swirling round and round, and the cows huddling into the great cowhouse, with their chins upon one another. But we, being blinder than tliey, I suppose, and not having had a great snow for years, made no preparation against the storm, except that the lambing ewes were in shelter. It struck me, as I lay in bed, that we were acting foolishly; for an ancient shepherd had dropped in, and taken supper with us, and foretold a heavy fall, and great disaster to live stock. He said that he had known a frost beginning, just as this had done, with a black east wind, after days of raw cold fog, and then on the third night of the frost, at this very time of year (to wit on the 15th of December) such a snow set in as killed half of the sheep, and many even of the red deer, and the forest ponies. It was three-score years agone,^ he said; and cause he had to remember it, inasmuch as two of his toes had been lost by frost nip, while he dug out his sheep, on the other side of the Dunkery. Hereupon mother nodded at him, having heard from her father about it, and how three men had been frozen to death, and how badly their stockings came off from them. 1 The frost of 1625. 294 LOENA BOONE. Remembering how the old man looked, and his manner of listening to the wind, and shaking his head very ominously (when Annie gave him a glass of schnapps), I grew quite uneasy in my bed, as the room got colder and colder; and I made up my mind, if it only pleased God not to send the snow till the morning, that every sheep, and horse, and cow, ay and even the jackass, should be brought in snug, and with plenty to eat, and fodder enough to roast them. Alas, what use of man's resolves, when the}^ come a day too late: even if they may avail a little, when they are most punctual ! In the bitter morning, I arose, to follow out my purpose, knowing the time from the force of habit, although the room was so dark and gray. An odd white light was on the rafters, such as I never had seen before; while all the length of the room was grisly, like the heart of a mouldy oat-rick. I w^ent to the window, at once, of course; and at first I could not understand what was doing outside of it. It faced due east (as I may have said), with the Avalnut-tree partly sheltering it; and generally I could see the yard, and the woodrick, and even the church beyond. But now, half the lattice was quite blocked up, as if j^las- tered with gray lime; and little fringes, like ferns, came through, where the joining of the lead was; and in the only undarkened part, countless dots came swarming, clustering, beating with a soft low sound, then gliding down in a slip- pery manner, not as drops of rain do, but each distinct from his neighbor. Inside the iron frame (which fitted, not to say too comfortably, and went along the stone-work), at least a peck of snow had entered, following its own bend and fancy • light as any cobweb. With some trouble, and great care, lest the ancient frame should yield, I spread the lattice open, and saw at once that not a moment must be lost, to save our stock. All the earth was flat with snow, all the air was thick with snow; more than this no man could see, for all the world was snowing. I shut the window, and dressed in haste ; and when I entered the kitchen, not even Bett}', the earliest of all early birds, was there. I raked the ashes together a little, just to see a spark of warmth ; and then set forth to find John Fry, Jem Slocombe, and Bill Dadds. But this was easier thought than done ; for when I opened the court-yard door, I was taken up to my knees at once, and the power of the drifting cloud pre- vented sight of any thing. However, I found my way to the COLD COMFORT. 295 woodrick, and there got hold of a fine ash-stake, cut b}^ my self not long ago. With this I ploughed along pretty well, and thundered so hard at John Fry's door, that he thought it was the Doones at least, and cocked his blunderbuss out of the window. John was very loth to come down, when he saw the mean- ing of it; for he valued his life more than any thing else, though he tried to make out that his wife was to blame. But I settled his doubts by telling him, that I would have him on my shoulder naked, unless he came in five minutes; not that he could do much good, but because the other men would be sure to skulk, if he set them the example. With spades, and shovels, and pitchforks, and a round of roping, we four set forth to dig out the sheep ; and the poor things knew that it was high time. EXD OF VOL. I. Electrotyped by J. S. Gushing & Co., Boston. UNIVERSITY OF 1LUNO.S-URBANA