CHAPTER VII. ABOUT half-past eight the next morning, I was called up by Tom to assist in getting the lighter under weigh. When I came on deck I found old Tom as fresh as if he had not drunk a drop the night before, very busily stumping about the windlass, with which we hove up first the anchor, and then the mast. "Well, Jacob, my boy, had sleep enough? Not too much, I dare say; but a bout like last night don't come often, Jacob-only once and away; now and then I do believe it's good for my health. It's a great comfort to me, my lad, to have you on board with me, because, as you never drinks, I may now indulge a little oftener. As for Tom, can't trust him-too much like his father-had nobody to trust to for the look-out except the dog Tommy till you came with us. I can trust Tommy as far as keeping off the river sharks: he'll never let them take a ropeyarn off the deck, night or day; but a dog's but a dog a'ter all. Now we're brought to, so clap on, my boy, and let us heave up with a will." "How's the old gentleman, father?" said Tom, as we paused a moment from our labour at the windlass. "Oh! he's got a good deal more to sleep off yet. There he lies, flat on his back, blowing as hard as a grampus. Better leave him as long as we can. We'll rouse him as soon as we turn the Greenwich reach. Tom, didn't you think his nose loomed devilish large yesterday?" "Never seed such a devil of a cutwater in father." my life, "Well, then, you'll see a larger when he gets up, for it's swelled bigger than the brandy bottle. Heave and paul! Now bring to the fall, and up with the mast, boys, while I goes aft and takes the helm." Old Tom went aft. During the night the wind had veered to the north, and the frost had set in sharp, the rime covered the deck of the barge, and here and there floating ice was to be seen coming down with the tide. The banks of the river and fields adjacent were white with hoar frost, and would have presented but a cheerless aspect, had not the sun shone out clear and bright. Tom went aft to light the fire, while I coiled away and made all snug forward. Old Tom as usual carolled forth "Oh! for a soft and gentle wind, I heard a fair one cry, But give to me the roaring breeze, And white waves beating high, my boys, The good ship tight and free, The world of waters is our own, And merry men are we. "A nice morning this for cooling a hot head, that's sartain. Tommy, you rascal, you're like a court lady, with her velvet gownd, covered all over with diamonds," continued old Tom, looking at the Newfoundland dog, whose glossy black hair was besprinkled with little icicles, which glittered in the sun. "You and Jacob were the only sensible ones of the party last night, for you both were sober." "So was I, father. I was as sober as a judge," observed Tom, who was blowing up the fire. "May be, Tom, as a judge a'ter dinner; but a judge on the bench be one thing, and a judge over a bottle be another, and not bad judges in that way either. At all events, if you warn't sewed ир, it wasn't your fault." "And I suppose," replied Tom, "it was only your misfortune that you were. "No, I don't say that; but still when I look at the dog, who's but a beast by nature, and thinks of myself who wasn't meant to be a beast, why then I blushes, that's all." "Jacob, look at father-now, does he blush?” cried Tom. "I can't say that I perceive it," replied I, smiling. "Well, then, if I don't, it's the fault of my having no legs. I'm sure when they were knocked off, I lost half the blood in my body, and that's the reason, I suppose. At all events, I meant to blush, so we'll take the will for the deed." "But do you mean to keep sober in future, father?" said Tom. "Never do you mind that-mind your own business, Mr. Tom. At all events, I sha'n't get tipsy till the next time, and that's all I can say with safety, 'cause d'ye see, I knows my failing. Jacob, did you ever see that old gentleman sail too close to the wind before?” "I never did-I do not think that he was ever tipsy before last night." "Then I pities him-his headach, and his repentance. Moreover, there be his nose and the swallow tail of his coat to make him unhappy. We shall be down abreast of the hospital in half an hour. Suppose you go and give him a shake, Jacob. Not you, Tom, I won't trust you-you'll be doing him a mischief; you hav'n't got no fellow feeling, not even for dumb brutes." "I'll thank you not to take away my character that way, father," replied Tom. "Didn't I put you to bed last night when you were speechless." 66 Suppose you did—what then?" "Why, then, I had a fellow feeling for a dumb brute. I only say that, father, for the joke of it, you know," continued Tom, going up to his father and patting his rough cheek. "I know that, my boy, you never were unkind, that's sartain; but you must have your joke————— "Merry thoughts are linked with laughter, Why should we bury them, Sighs and tears may come hereafter, No need to hurry them: They who through a spying-glass, View the minutes as they pass, Make the sun a gloomy mass, But the fault's their own, Tom." In the mean time, I was vainly attempting to rouse the Domine. After many fruitless attempts, I put a large quantity of snuff on his upper lip, and then blew it up his nose. But, merciful powers! what a nose it had become, larger than the largest pear that I ever saw in my life. The whole weight of old Tom had fallen on it, and instead of being crushed by the blow, it appeared as if, on the contrary, it had swelled up, indignant at the injury and affront which it had received. The skin was as tight as the parchment of a drum, and shining as if it had been oiled, while the colour was a bright purple. Verily, it was the Domine's nose in a rage. The snuff had the effect of partially awakening him from his lethargy. "Six o'clock-did you say, Mrs. Bately? Are the boys washed-and in the school-room? I will rise speedily-yet am I o'ercome with much heaviness. Delapsus Somnus ab -"and the Domine snored again. I renewed my attempts, and gradually succeeded. The Do mine opened his eyes, stared at the deck and carlines above him, then at the cupboard by his side; lastly, he looked at and recognised me. "Eheu Jacobe!-where am I? And what is that which presses upon my brain? What is it so loadeth my cerebellum, even as if it were lead? My memorywhere is it? Let me recall my scattered senses. Here the Domine was silent for some time. % Ah me; yea, and verily, I do recollect-with pain of head and more pain of heart-that which I would fain forget, which is, that I did forget myself; and, indeed, have forgotten all that passed the latter portion of the night. Friend Dux hath proved no friend, but hath led me into the wrong path; and as for the potation called Grog-Eheu, Jacobe! how have I falJen-fallen in my own opinion-fallen in thine-how can I look thee in the face! O Jacob! what must thou think of him who hath hitherto been thy preceptor and thy guide!" Here the Domine fell back on the pillow, and turned away his head.. "It was not your fault, sir," replied I, to comfort him; " you were not aware of what you were drinking-you did not know that the liquor was so strong. Old Tom deceived you." "Nay, Jacob, I cannot lay that flattering unction to my wounded heart. I ought to have known, nay, HOW I recall to mind, that thou wouldst have warned me-even to the pulling off of the tail of my coat— yet I heeded thee not, and I am humbled-even I, the master over seventy boys!" 66 Nay, sir, it was not I who pulled off the tail of your coat, it was the dog." "Jacob, I have heard of the wonderful sagacity of the canine species, yet could not I ever have believed that a dumb brute would have perceived my folly, and warned me from intoxication. Mirabile dictu! Tell me, Jacob, thou who hast profited by those lessons which thy master could give-although he could not follow up his precept by example-tell |