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I GO TO THE QUEEN'S FERRY
Much rain fell in the night; and the next morning there blew a bitter wintry wind out of the north-west, driving scattered clouds. For all that, and before the sun began to peep or the last of the stars had vanished, I made my way to the side of the burn, and had a plunge in a deep whirling pool. All aglow from my bath, I sat down once more beside the fire, which I replenished, and began gravely to consider my position.
There was now no doubt about my uncle's enmity; there was no doubt I carried my life in my hand, and he would leave no stone unturned that he might compass my destruction. But I was young and spirited, and like most lads that have been country-bred, I had a great opinion of my shrewdness. I had come to his door no better than a beggar and little more than a child; he had met me with treachery and violence; it would be a fine consummation to take the upper hand, and drive him like a herd of sheep.
I sat there nursing my knee and smiling at the fire; and I saw myself in fancy smell out his secrets one after another, and grow to be that man's king and ruler. The warlock of Essendean, they say, had made a mirror in which men could read the future; it must have been of other stuff than burning coal; for in all the shapes and pictures that I sat and gazed at, there was never a ship, never a seaman with a hairy cap, never a big bludgeon for my silly head, or the least sign of all those tribulations that were ripe to fall on me.
Presently, all swollen with
conceit, I went up-stairs
and gave my prisoner his liberty.
gave me good-morning civilly; and I gave the same to him, smiling down
from the heights of my sufficiency.
Soon we were set to breakfast, as it might have been
"Well, sir," said I, with a jeering tone, "have you nothing more to say to me?" And then, as he made no articulate reply, "It will be time, I think, to understand each other," I continued. "You took me for a country Johnnie Raw, with no more mother-wit or courage than a porridge-stick. I took you for a good man, or no worse than others at the least. It seems we were both wrong. What cause you have to fear me, to cheat me, and to attempt my life — "
He murmured something about a jest,
and that he liked
a bit of fun; and then, seeing me smile, changed his tone, and assured
would make all clear as soon as we had breakfasted.
I saw by his face that he had no lie ready for me,
though he was hard at
work preparing one; and I think I was about to tell him so, when we
interrupted by a knocking at the door.
Bidding my uncle sit where he was, I went to open it, and found on the doorstep a half-grown boy in sea-clothes. He had no sooner seen me than he began to dance some steps of the sea-hornpipe (which I had never before heard of far less seen), snapping his fingers in the air and footing it right cleverly. For all that, he was blue with the cold; and there was something in his face, a look between tears and laughter, that was highly pathetic and consisted ill with this gaiety of manner.
"What cheer, mate?" says he, with a
I asked him soberly to name his pleasure.
"O, pleasure!" says he; and then
"For it's my delight, of a shiny night,
said I, "if you have no business at all, I will even be so unmannerly
shut you out."
"Stay, brother!" he cried.
"Have you no fun about you? or do you want to get me
brought a letter from old Heasyoasy to Mr. Belflower."
He showed me a letter as he spoke. "And I say,
mate," he added,
"I'm mortal hungry."
"Well," said I, "come into the house, and you shall have a bite if I go empty for it."
With that I brought him in and set him down to my own place, where he fell-to greedily on the remains of breakfast, winking to me between whiles, and making many faces, which I think the poor soul considered manly. Meanwhile, my uncle had read the letter and sat thinking; then, suddenly, he got to his feet with a great air of liveliness, and pulled me apart into the farthest corner of the room.
"Read that," said he, and put the
Here it is, lying before me as I
"The Hawes Inn, at the Queen's Ferry.
"Sir, — I lie here with my hawser
up and down,
and send my cabin-boy to informe.
you have any further commands for over-seas, to-day will be the last
as the wind will serve us well out of the firth.
I will not seek to deny that I have had crosses with
Mr. Rankeillor; of which, if not speedily redd up, you may looke to see
losses follow. I
have drawn a bill
upon you, as per margin, and am, sir, your most obedt., humble servant,
see, Davie," resumed my uncle, as soon as he saw that I had done, "I
have a venture with this man Hoseason, the captain of a trading brig,
Covenant, of Dysart. Now,
and me was to walk over with yon lad, I could see the captain at the
maybe on board the Covenant if there was papers to be signed; and so
far from a
loss of time, we can jog on to the lawyer, Mr. Rankeillor's.
After a' that's come and gone, ye would be swier
to believe me upon my naked word; but ye'll believe Rankeillor.
He's factor to half the gentry in these parts; an
auld man, forby: highly
respeckit, and he kenned your father."
awhile and thought. I
was going to
some place of shipping, which was doubtless populous, and where my
attempt no violence, and, indeed, even the society of the cabin-boy so
protected me. Once
believed I could force on the visit to the lawyer, even if my uncle
insincere in proposing it; and, perhaps, in the bottom of my heart, I
nearer view of the sea and ships.
are to remember I had lived all my life in the inland hills, and just
before had my first sight of the firth lying like a blue floor, and the
ships moving on the face of it, no bigger than toys.
One thing with another, I made up my mind.
"Very well," says I, "let us go to
My uncle got into his hat and coat,
and buckled an
old rusty cutlass on; and then we trod the fire out, locked the door,
forth upon our walk.
The wind, being in that cold quarter the north-west, blew nearly in our faces as we went. It was the month of June; the grass was all white with daisies, and the trees with blossom; but, to judge by our blue nails and aching wrists, the time might have been winter and the whiteness a December frost.
Uncle Ebenezer trudged in the ditch, jogging from side to side like an old ploughman coming home from work. He never said a word the whole way; and I was thrown for talk on the cabin-boy. He told me his name was Ransome, and that he had followed the sea since he was nine, but could not say how old he was, as he had lost his reckoning. He showed me tattoo marks, baring his breast in the teeth of the wind and in spite of my remonstrances, for I thought it was enough to kill him; he swore horribly whenever he remembered, but more like a silly schoolboy than a man; and boasted of many wild and bad things that he had done: stealthy thefts, false accusations, ay, and even murder; but all with such a dearth of likelihood in the details, and such a weak and crazy swagger in the delivery, as disposed me rather to pity than to believe him.
I asked him of the brig (which he
declared was the
finest ship that sailed) and of Captain Hoseason, in whose praises he
equally loud. Heasyoasy
(for so he
still named the skipper) was a man, by his account, that minded for
either in heaven or earth; one that, as people said, would "crack on
sail into the day of judgment;" rough, fierce, unscrupulous, and
and all this my poor cabin-boy had taught himself to admire as
seamanlike and manly. He
admit one flaw in his idol. "He
ain't no seaman," he admitted. "That's
Mr. Shuan that navigates the brig; he's the finest seaman in the trade,
drink; and I tell you I believe it! Why, look'ere;" and turning down
stocking he showed me a great, raw, red wound that made my blood run
"He done that — Mr. Shuan done it," he said, with
an air of
"What!" I cried, "do you take such savage usage at his hands? Why, you are no slave, to be so handled!"
"No," said the poor moon-calf,
tune at once, "and so he'll find.
and he showed me a great case-knife, which he told me was stolen.
"O," says he, "let me see him, try; I dare him to;
for him! O, he ain't the first!" And he confirmed it with a poor,
I have never felt such pity for any
one in this wide
world as I felt for that half-witted creature, and it began to come
over me that
the brig Covenant (for all her pious name) was little better than a
"Have you no friends?" said I.
He said he had a father in some
English seaport, I
"He was a fine man, too," he said,
"but he's dead."
"In Heaven's name," cried I, "can
find no reputable life on shore?"
"O, no," says he, winking and looking very sly, "they would put me to a trade. I know a trick worth two of that, I do!"
I asked him what trade could be so
dreadful as the
one he followed, where he ran the continual peril of his life, not
wind and sea, but by the horrid cruelty of those who were his masters.
He said it was very true; and then began to praise
the life, and tell
what a pleasure it was to get on shore with money in his pocket, and
like a man, and buy apples, and swagger, and surprise what he called
stick-in-the-mud boys. "And
then it's not all as bad as that," says he; "there's worse off than
me: there's the twenty-pounders. O,
laws! you should see them taking on.
Why, I've seen a man as old as you, I dessay" — (to
I seemed old) — "ah, and he had a beard, too — well, and as soon as we
cleared out of the river, and he had the drug out of his head — my!
cried and carried on! I made a fine fool of him, I tell you! And then
little uns, too: oh, little by me! I tell you, I keep them in order.
When we carry little uns, I have a rope's end of my
wollop'em." And so
he ran on,
until it came in on me what he meant by twenty-pounders were those
criminals who were sent over-seas to slavery in North America, or the
unhappy innocents who were kidnapped or trepanned (as the word went)
interest or vengeance.
Just then we came to the top of the
hill, and looked
down on the Ferry and the Hope. The
Firth of Forth (as is very well known) narrows at this point to the
width of a
good-sized river, which makes a convenient ferry going north, and turns
upper reach into a landlocked haven for all manner of ships.
Right in the midst of the narrows lies an islet with
some ruins; on the
south shore they have built a pier for the service of the Ferry; and at
of the pier, on the other side of the road, and backed against a pretty
of holly-trees and hawthorns, I could see the building which they
The town of Queensferry lies farther west, and the neighbourhood of the inn looked pretty lonely at that time of day, for the boat had just gone north with passengers. A skiff, however, lay beside the pier, with some seamen sleeping on the thwarts; this, as Ransome told me, was the brig's boat waiting for the captain; and about half a mile off, and all alone in the anchorage, he showed me the Covenant herself. There was a sea-going bustle on board; yards were swinging into place; and as the wind blew from that quarter, I could hear the song of the sailors as they pulled upon the ropes. After all I had listened to upon the way, I looked at that ship with an extreme abhorrence; and from the bottom of my heart I pitied all poor souls that were condemned to sail in her.
We had all three pulled up on the
brow of the hill;
and now I marched across the road and addressed my uncle.
"I think it right to tell you, sir."
says I, "there's nothing that will bring me on board
He seemed to waken from a dream. "Eh?" he said. "What's that?"
I told him over again.
"Well, well," he said, "we'll have to please ye, I suppose. But what are we standing here for? It's perishing cold; and if I'm no mistaken, they're busking the Covenant for sea."Kidnapped