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Title: The Three Cutters
Author: Captain Frederick Marryat
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The Three Cutters, by Captain Marryat.
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Captain Frederick Marryat was born July 10 1792, and died August 8 1848.
He retired from the British navy in 1828 in order to devote himself to
writing. In the following 20 years he wrote 26 books, many of which are
among the very best of English literature, and some of which are still
in print.
Marryat had an extraordinary gift for the invention of episodes in his
stories. He says somewhere that when he sat down for the day's work, he
never knew what he was going to write. He certainly was a literary
genius.
"The Three Cutters" was published in 1836, the tenth book to flow from
Marryat's pen.
This e-book was transcribed in 1998 by Nick Hodson, and was reformatted
in 2003, and again in 2005.
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THE THREE CUTTERS, BY CAPTAIN FREDERICK MARRYAT.
CHAPTER ONE.
CUTTER THE FIRST.
Reader, have you ever been at Plymouth? If you have, your eye must have
dwelt with ecstasy upon the beautiful property of the Earl of Mount
Edgcumbe: if you have not been at Plymouth, the sooner that you go there
the better. At Mount Edgcumbe you will behold the finest timber in
existence, towering up to the summits of the hills, and feathering down
to the shingle on the beach. And from this lovely spot you will witness
one of the most splendid panoramas in the world. You will see--I hardly
know what you will not see--you will see Ram Head, and Cawsand Bay; and
then you will see the Breakwater, and Drake's Island, and the Devil's
Bridge below you; and the town of Plymouth and its fortifications, and
the Hoe; and then you will come to the Devil's Point, round which the
tide runs devilish strong; and then you will see the New Victualling
Office,--about which Sir James Gordon used to stump all day, and take a
pinch of snuff from every man who carried a box, which all were
delighted to give, and he was delighted to receive, proving how much
pleasure may be communicated merely by a pinch of snuff; and then you
will see Mount Wise and Mutton Cove; the town of Devonport; with its
magnificent dockyard and arsenals, North Corner, and the way which leads
to Saltash. And you will see ships building and ships in ordinary; and
ships repairing and ships fitting; and hulks and convict ships, and the
guard-ship; ships ready to sail and ships under sail; besides lighters,
men-of-war's boats, dockyard-boats, bum-boats, and shore-boats. In
short, there is a great deal to see at Plymouth besides the sea itself:
but what I particularly wish now is, that you will stand at the battery
of Mount Edgcumbe and look into Barn Pool below you, and there you will
see, lying at single anchor, a cutter; and you may also see, by her
pendant and ensign, that she is a yacht.
Of all the amusements entered into by the nobility and gentry of our
island there is not one so manly, so exciting, so patriotic, or so
national, as yacht-sailing. It is peculiar to England, not only for our
insular position and our fine harbours, but because it requires a
certain degree of energy and a certain amount of income rarely to be
found elsewhere. It has been wisely fostered by our sovereigns, who
have felt that the security of the kingdom is increased by every man
being more or less a sailor, or connected with the nautical profession.
It is an amusement of the greatest importance to the country, as it has
much improved our ship-building and our ship-fitting, while it affords
employment to our seamen and shipwrights. But if I were to say all that
I could say in praise of yachts, I should never advance with my
narrative. I shall therefore drink a bumper to the health of Admiral
Lord Yarborough and the Yacht Club, and proceed.
You observe that this yacht is cutter-rigged, and that she sits
gracefully on the smooth water. She is just heaving up her anchor; her
foresail is loose, all ready to cast her--in a few minutes she will be
under way. You see that there are ladies sitting at the taffrail; and
there are five haunches of venison hanging over the stern. Of all
amusements, give me yachting. But we must go on board. The deck, you
observe, is of narrow deal planks as white as snow; the guns are of
polished brass; the bitts and binnacles of mahogany: she is painted with
taste; and all the mouldings are gilded. There is nothing wanting; and
yet how clear and unencumbered are her decks! Let us go below. There
is the ladies' cabin: can anything be more tasteful or elegant? Is it
not luxurious? And, although so small, does not its very confined space
astonish you, when you view so many comforts so beautifully arranged?
This is the dining-room, and where the gentlemen repair. What can be
more complete or _recherche_? And just peep into their state-rooms and
bed-places. Here is the steward's room and the beaufet: the steward is
squeezing lemons for the punch, and there is the champagne in ice; and
by the side of the pail the long-corks are ranged up, all ready. Now,
let us go forwards: here are, the men's berths, not confined as in a
man-of-war. No! Luxury starts from abaft, and is not wholly lost, even
at the fore-peak. This is the kitchen; is it not admirably arranged?
What a _multum in parvo_! And how delightful are the fumes of the
turtle-soup! At sea we do meet with rough weather at times; but, for
roughing it out, give me a _yacht_. Now that I have shown you round the
vessel, I must introduce the parties on board.
You observe that florid, handsome man, in white trousers and blue
jacket, who has a telescope in one hand, and is sipping a glass of
brandy and water which he has just taken off the skylight. That is the
owner of the vessel, and a member of the Yacht Club. It is Lord B---:
he looks like a sailor, and he does not much belie his looks; yet I have
seen him in his robes of state at the opening of the House of Lords.
The one near to him is Mr Stewart, a lieutenant in the navy. He holds
on by the rigging with one hand, because, having been actively employed
all his life, he does not know what to do with hands which have nothing
in them. He is a _protege_ of Lord B---, and is now on board as
sailing-master of the yacht.
That handsome, well-built man, who is standing by the binnacle, is a Mr
Hautaine. He served six years as midshipman in the navy, and did not
like it. He then served six years in a cavalry regiment, and did not
like it. He then married, and in a much shorter probation found that he
did not like that. But he is very fond of yachts and other men's wives,
if he does not like his own; and wherever he goes, he is welcome.
That young man with an embroidered silk waistcoat and white gloves,
bending to talk to one of the ladies, is a Mr Vaughan. He is to be
seen at Almack's, at Crockford's, and everywhere else. Everybody knows
him, and he knows everybody. He is a little in debt, and yachting is
convenient.
The one who sits by the lady is a relation of Lord B---; you see at once
what he is. He apes the sailor; he has not shaved, because sailors have
no time to shave every day; he has not changed his linen, because
sailors cannot change every day. He has a cigar in his mouth, which
makes him half sick and annoys his company. He talks of the pleasure of
a rough sea, which will drive all the ladies below--and then they will
not perceive that he is more sick than themselves. He has the
misfortune to be born to a large estate, and to be a _fool_. His name
is Ossulton.
The last of the gentlemen on board whom I have to introduce is Mr
Seagrove. He is slightly made, with marked features full of
intelligence. He has been brought up to the bar; and has every
qualification but application. He has never had a brief, nor has he a
chance of one. He is the fiddler of the company, and he has locked up
his chambers and come, by invitation of his lordship, to play on board
of his yacht.
I have yet to describe the ladies--perhaps I should have commenced with
them--I must excuse myself upon the principle of reserving the best to
the last. All puppet-showmen do so: and what is this but the first
scene in my puppet-show?
We will describe them according to seniority. That tall, thin,
cross-looking lady of forty-five is a spinster, and sister to Lord B---.
She has been persuaded, very much against her will, to come on board;
but her notions of propriety would not permit her niece to embark under
the protection of only her father. She is frightened at everything: if
a rope is thrown down on the deck, up she starts, and cries, "Oh!" if on
the deck, she thinks the water is rushing in below; if down below, and
there is a noise, she is convinced there is danger; and if it be
perfectly still, she is sure there is something wrong. She fidgets
herself and everybody, and is quite a nuisance with her pride and
ill-humour; but she has strict notions of propriety, and sacrifices
herself as a martyr. She is the Hon. Miss Ossulton.
The lady who, when she smiles, shows so many dimples in her pretty oval
face, is a young widow of the name of Lascelles. She married an old man
to please her father and mother, which was very dutiful on her part.
She was rewarded by finding herself a widow with a large fortune.
Having married the first time to please her parents, she intends now to
marry to please herself; but she is very young, and is in no hurry.
That young lady with such a sweet expression of countenance is the Hon.
Miss Cecilia Ossulton. She is lively, witty, and has no fear in her
composition; but she is very young yet, not more than seventeen--and
nobody knows what she really is--she does not know herself. These are
the parties who meet in the cabin of the yacht. The crew consist of ten
fine seamen, the steward and the cook. There is also Lord B---'s valet,
Mr Ossulton's gentleman, and the lady's-maid of Miss Ossulton. There
not being accommodation for them, the other servants have been left on
shore.
The yacht is now under way, and her sails are all set. She is running
between Drake's Island and the main. Dinner has been announced. As the
reader has learnt something about the preparations, I leave him to judge
whether it be not very pleasant to sit down to dinner in a yacht. The
air has given everybody an appetite; and it was not until the cloth was
removed that the conversation became general.
"Mr Seagrove," said his lordship, "you very nearly lost your passage; I
expected you last Thursday."
"I am sorry, my lord, that business prevented my sooner attending to
your lordship's kind summons."
"Come, Seagrove, don't be nonsensical," said Hautaine; "you told me
yourself, the other evening, when you were talkative, that you had never
had a brief in your life."
"And a very fortunate circumstance," replied Seagrove; "for if I had had
a brief I should not have known what to have done with it. It is not my
fault; I am fit for nothing but a commissioner. But still I had
business, and very important business, too. I was summoned by Ponsonby
to go with him to Tattersall's, to give my opinion about a horse he
wishes to purchase, and then to attend him to Forest Wild to plead his
cause with his uncle."
"It appears, then, that you were retained," replied Lord B---; "may I
ask you whether your friend gained his cause?"
"No, my lord, he lost his cause, but he gained a suit."
"Expound your riddle, sir," said Cecilia Ossulton.
"The fact is, that old Ponsonby is very anxious that William should
marry Miss Percival, whose estates join on to Forest Wild. Now, my
friend William is about as fond of marriage as I am of law, and thereby
issue was joined."
"But why were you to be called in?" inquired Mrs Lascelles.
"Because, madam, as Ponsonby never buys a horse without consulting me--"
"I cannot see the analogy, sir," observed Miss Ossulton, senior,
bridling up.
"Pardon me, madam: the fact is," continued Seagrove, "that, as I always
have to back Ponsonby's horses, he thought it right that, in this
instance, I should back him; he required special pleading, but his uncle
tried him for the capital offence, and he was not allowed counsel. As
soon as we arrived, and I had bowed myself into the room, Mr Ponsonby
bowed me out again--which would have been infinitely more jarring to my
feelings, had not the door been left a-jar."
"Do anything but pun, Seagrove," interrupted Hautaine.
"Well, then, I will take a glass of wine."
"Do so," said his lordship; "but recollect the whole company are
impatient for your story."
"I can assure you, my lord, that it was equal to any scene in a comedy."
Now be it observed that Mr Seagrove had a great deal of comic talent;
he was an excellent mimic, and could alter his voice almost as he
pleased. It was a custom of his to act a scene as between other people,
and he performed it remarkably well. Whenever he said that anything he
was going to narrate was "as good as a comedy," it was generally
understood by those who were acquainted with him that he was to be asked
so to do. Cecilia Ossulton therefore immediately said, "Pray act it,
Mr Seagrove."
Upon which, Mr Seagrove--premising that he had not only heard, but also
seen all that passed--changing his voice, and suiting the action to the
word, commenced.
"It may," said he, "be called:--
"FIVE THOUSAND ACRES IN A RING-FENCE."
We shall not describe Mr Seagrove's motions; they must be inferred from
his words.
"`It will, then, William,' observed Mr Ponsonby, stopping, and turning
to his nephew, after a rapid walk up and down the room with his hands
behind him under his coat, so as to allow the tails to drop their
perpendicular about three inches clear of his body, `I may say, without
contradiction, be the finest property in the country--five thousand
acres in a ring-fence.'
"`I dare say it will, uncle,' replied William, tapping his foot as he
lounged in a green morocco easy-chair; `and so, because you have set
your fancy upon having these two estates enclosed together in a
ring-fence, you wish that I should also be enclosed in a ring-fence.'
"`And a beautiful property it will be,' replied Mr Ponsonby.
"`Which, uncle? The estate or the wife?'
"`Both, nephew, both; and I expect your consent.'
"`Uncle, I am not avaricious. Your present property is sufficient for
me. With your permission, instead of doubling the property, and
doubling myself, I will remain your sole heir, and single.'
"`Observe, William, such an opportunity may not occur again for
centuries. We shall restore Forest Wild to its ancient boundaries. You
know it has been divided nearly two hundred years. We now have a
glorious, golden opportunity of re-uniting the two properties; and when
joined, the estate will be exactly what it was when granted to our
ancestors by Henry the Eighth, at the period of the Reformation. This
house must be pulled down, and the monastery left standing. Then we
shall have our own again, and the property without encumbrance.'
"`Without encumbrance, uncle! You forget that, there will be a wife.'
"`And you forget that there will be five thousand acres in a
ring-fence.'
"`Indeed, uncle, you ring it too often in my ears that I should forget
it. But, much as I should like to be the happy possessor of such a
property, I do not feel inclined to be the happy possessor of Miss
Percival; and the more so, as I have never seen the property.'
"`We will ride over it to-morrow, William.'
"`Ride over Miss Percival, uncle! That will not be very gallant. I
will, however, one of these days ride over the property with you, which,
as well as Miss Percival, I have not as yet seen.'
"`Then I can tell you she is a very pretty property.'
"`If she were not in a ring-fence.'
"`In good heart, William. That is, I mean an excellent disposition.'
"`Valuable in matrimony.'
"`And well tilled--I should say well educated--by her three maiden
aunts, who are the patterns of propriety.'
"`Does any one follow the fashion?'
"`In a high state of cultivation; that is, her mind highly cultivated,
and according to the last new system--what is it?'
"`A four-course shift, I presume,' replied William, laughing; `that is,
dancing, singing, music, and drawing.'
"`And only seventeen! Capital soil, promising good crops. What would
you have more?'
"`A very pretty estate, uncle, if it were not the estate of matrimony.
I am sorry, very sorry, to disappoint you; but I must decline taking a
lease of it for life.'
"`Then, sir, allow me to hint to you that in my testament you are only a
tenant-at-will. I consider it a duty that I owe to the family that the
estate should be re-united. That can only be done by one of our family
marrying Miss Percival; and as you will not, I shall now write to your
cousin James, and if he accept my proposal, shall make _him_ my heir.
Probably he will more fully appreciate the advantages of five thousand
acres in a ring-fence.'
"And Mr Ponsonby directed his steps towards the door.
"`Stop, my dear uncle,' cried William, rising up from his easy-chair;
`we do not quite understand one another. It is very true that I would
prefer half the property and remaining single, to the two estates and
the estate of marriage; but at the same time I did not tell you that I
would prefer beggary to a wife and five thousand acres in a ring-fence.
I know you to be a man of your word. I accept your proposal, and you
need not put my cousin James to the expense of postage.'
"`Very good, William; I require no more: and as I know you to be a man
of your word, I shall consider this match as settled. It was on this
account only that I sent for you, and now you may go back again as soon
as you please. I will let you know when all is ready.'
"`I must be at Tattersall's on Monday, uncle; there is a horse I must
have for next season. Pray, uncle, may I ask when you are likely to
want me?'
"`Let me see--this is May--about July, I should think.'
"`July, uncle! Spare me--I cannot marry in the dog-days. No, hang it!
Not July.'
"`Well, William, perhaps, as you must come down once or twice to see the
property--Miss Percival, I should say--it may be too soon--suppose we
put it off till October.'
"`October--I shall be down at Melton.'
"`Pray, sir, may I then inquire what portion of the year is not, with
you, _dog_-days?'
"`Why, uncle, next April, now--I think that would do.'
"`Next April! Eleven months, and a winter between. Suppose Miss
Percival was to take a cold and die.'
"`I should be excessively obliged to her,' thought William.
"`No! No!' continued Mr Ponsonby: `there is nothing certain in this
world, William.'
"`Well, then, uncle, suppose we arrange it for the first _hard frost_.'
"`We have had no hard frosts, lately, William. We may wait for years.
The sooner it is over the better. Go back to town, buy your horse, and
then come down here, my dear William, to oblige your uncle--never mind
the dog-days.'
"`Well, sir, if I am to make a sacrifice, it shall not be done by
halves; out of respect for you I will even marry in July, without any
regard to the thermometer.'
"`You are a good boy, William. Do you want a cheque?'
"`I have had one to-day,' thought William, and was almost at fault. `I
shall be most thankful, sir--they sell horse-flesh by the ounce
now-a-days.'
"`And you pay in pounds. There, William.'
"`Thank you, sir, I'm all obedience; and I'll keep my word, even if
there should be a comet. I'll go and buy the horse, and then I shall be
ready to take the ring-fence as soon as you please.'
"`Yes, and you'll get over it cleverly, I've no doubt. Five thousand
acres, William, and--a pretty wife!'
"`Have you any further commands, uncle?' said William, depositing the
cheque in his pocket-book.
"`None, my dear boy: are you going?'
"`Yes, sir; I dine at the Clarendon.'
"`Well, then, good-bye. Make my compliments and excuses to your friend
Seagrove. You will come on Tuesday or Wednesday.'
"Thus was concluded the marriage between William Ponsonby and Emily
Percival, and the junction of the two estates, which formed together the
great desideratum--_five thousand acres in a ring-fence_."
Mr Seagrove finished, and he looked round for approbation.
"Very good, indeed, Seagrove," said his lordship; "you must take a glass
of wine after that."
"I would not give much for Miss Percival's chance of happiness,"
observed the elder Miss Ossulton.
"Of two evils choose the least, they say," observed Mr Hautaine. "Poor
Ponsonby could not help himself."
"That's a very polite observation of yours, Mr Hautaine--I thank you in
the name of the sex," replied Cecilia Ossulton.
"Nay, Miss Ossulton; would you like to marry a person whom you never
saw?"
"Most certainly not; but when you mentioned the two evils, Mr Hautaine,
I appeal to your honour, did you not refer to marriage or beggary?"
"I must confess it, Miss Ossulton; but it is hardly fair to call on my
honour to get me into a scrape."
"I only wish that the offer had been made to me," observed Vaughan; "I
should not have hesitated as Ponsonby did."
"Then I beg you will not think of proposing for me," said Mrs
Lascelles, laughing; for Mr Vaughan had been excessively attentive.
"It appears to me, Vaughan," observed Seagrove, "that you have slightly
committed yourself by that remark."
Vaughan, who thought so too, replied: "Mrs Lascelles must be aware that
I was only joking."
"Fie! Mr Vaughan," cried Cecilia Ossulton; "you know it came from your
heart."
"My dear Cecilia," said the elder Miss Ossulton, "you forget yourself--
what can you possibly know about gentlemen's hearts?"
"The Bible says that they are `deceitful and desperately wicked,' aunt."
"And cannot we also quote the Bible against your sex, Miss Ossulton?"
replied Seagrove.
"Yes, you could, perhaps, if any of you had ever read it," replied Miss
Ossulton, carelessly.
"Upon my word, Cissy, you are throwing the gauntlet down to the
gentlemen," observed Lord B---; "but I shall throw my warder down, and
not permit this combat _a l'outrance_.--I perceive you drink no more
wine, gentlemen, we will take our coffee on deck."
"We were just about to retire, my lord," observed the elder Miss
Ossulton, with great asperity: "I have been trying to catch the eye of
Mrs Lascelles for some time, but--"
"I was looking another way, I presume," interrupted Mrs Lascelles,
smiling.
"I am afraid that I am the unfortunate culprit," said Mr Seagrove. "I
was telling a little anecdote to Mrs Lascelles--"
"Which, of course, from its being communicated in an undertone, was not
proper for all the company to hear," replied the elder Miss Ossulton;
"but if Mrs Lascelles is now ready," continued she, bridling up, as she
rose from her chair.
"At all events, I can hear the remainder of it on deck," replied Mrs
Lascelles. The ladies rose and went into the cabin, Cecilia and Mrs
Lascelles exchanging very significant smiles as they followed the
precise spinster, who did not choose that Mrs Lascelles should take the
lead merely because she had once happened to have been married. The
gentlemen also broke up, and went on deck.
"We have a nice breeze now, my lord," observed Mr Stewart, who had
remained on deck, "and we lie right up Channel."
"So much the better," replied his lordship; "we ought to have been
anchored at Cowes a week ago. They will all be there before us."
"Tell Mr Simpson to bring me a light for my cigar," said Mr Ossulton
to one of the men.
Mr Stewart went down to his dinner; the ladies and the coffee came on
deck: the breeze was fine, the weather (it was April) almost warm; and
the yacht, whose name was the _Arrow_, assisted by the tide, soon left
the Mewstone far astern.
CHAPTER TWO.
CUTTER THE SECOND.
Reader, have you ever been at Portsmouth? If you have, you must have
been delighted with the view from the saluting battery; and if you have
not you had better go there as soon as you can. From the saluting
battery you may look up the harbour, and see much of what I have
described at Plymouth; the scenery is different, but similar arsenals
and dockyards, and an equal portion of our stupendous navy are to be
found there; and you will see Gosport on the other side of the harbour,
and Sallyport close to you; besides a great many other places, which,
from the saluting battery, you cannot see. And then there is Southsea
Beach to your left. Before you, Spithead, with the men-of-war, and the
Motherbank crowded with merchant vessels; and there is the buoy where
the _Royal George_ was wrecked and where she still lies, the fish
swimming in and out of her cabin windows but that is not all; you can
also see the Isle of Wight,--Ryde with its long wooden pier, and Cowes,
where the yachts lie. In fact there is a great deal to be seen at
Portsmouth as well as at Plymouth; but what I wish you particularly to
see just now is a vessel holding fast to the buoy just off the saluting
battery. She is a cutter; and you may know that she belongs to the
Preventive Service by the number of gigs and galleys which she has
hoisted up all round her. She looks like a vessel that was about to
sail with a cargo of boats; two on deck, one astern, one on each side of
her. You observe that she is painted black, and all her boats are
white. She is not such an elegant vessel as the yacht, and she is much
more lumbered up. She has no haunches of venison hanging over the
stern! But I think there is a leg of mutton and some cabbages hanging
by their stalks. But revenue-cutters are not yachts. You will find no
turtle or champagne; but, nevertheless, you will, perhaps, find a joint
to carve at, a good glass of grog, and a hearty welcome.
Let us go on board. You observe the guns are iron, and painted black,
and her bulwarks are painted red; it is not a very becoming colour, but
then it lasts a long while, and the dockyard is not very generous on the
score of paint--or lieutenants of the navy troubled with much spare
cash. She has plenty of men, and fine men they are; all dressed in red
flannel shirts and blue trousers; some of them have not taken off their
canvas or tarpaulin petticoats, which are very useful to them, as they
are in the boats night and day, and in all weathers. But we will at
once go down into the cabin, where we shall find the lieutenant who
commands her, a master's mate, and a midshipman. They have each their
tumbler before them, and are drinking gin-toddy, hot, with sugar--
capital gin, too, 'bove proof; it is from that small anker standing
under the table. It was one that they forgot to return to the
custom-house when they made their last seizure. We must introduce them.
The elderly personage, with grizzly hair and whiskers, a round pale
face, and a somewhat red nose (being too much in the wind will make the
nose red, and this old officer is very often "in the wind," of course,
from the very nature of his profession), is a Lieutenant Appleboy. He
has served in every class of vessel in the service, and done the duty of
first-lieutenant for twenty years; he is now on promotion--that is to
say, after he has taken a certain number of tubs of gin, he will be
rewarded with his rank as commander. It is a pity that what he takes
inside of him does not count, for he takes it morning, noon, and night.
He is just filling his fourteenth glass; he always keeps a regular
account, as he never exceeds his limited number, which is seventeen;
then he is exactly down to his bearings.
The master's mate's name is Tomkins; he has served his six years three
times over, and has now outgrown his ambition; which is fortunate for
him, as his chances of promotion are small. He prefers a small vessel
to a large one, because he is not obliged to be so particular in his
dress--and looks for his lieutenancy whenever there shall be another
charity promotion. He is fond of soft bread, for his teeth are all
absent without leave; he prefers porter to any other liquor, but he can
drink his glass of grog, whether it be based upon rum, brandy or the
liquor now before him.
Mr Smith is the name of that young gentleman whose jacket is so out at
the elbows; he has been intending to mend it these last two months; but
is too lazy to go to his chest for another. He has been turned out of
half the ships in the service for laziness; but he was born so--and
therefore it is not his fault. A revenue-cutter suits him, she is half
her time hove to; and he has no objection to boat-service, as he sits
down always in the stern-sheets, which is not fatiguing. Creeping for
tubs is his delight, as he gets over so little ground. He is fond of
grog, but there is some trouble in carrying the tumbler so often to his
mouth; so he looks at it, and lets it stand. He says little because he
is too lazy to speak. He has served more than _eight years_; but as for
passing--it has never come into his head. Such are the three persons
who are now sitting in the cabin of the revenue-cutter, drinking hot
gin-toddy.
"Let me see, it was, I think, in ninety-three or ninety-four. Before
you were in the service, Tomkins--"
"Maybe, sir; it's so long ago since I entered, that I can't recollect
dates--but this I know, that my aunt died three days before."
"Then the question is, when did your aunt die?"
"Oh! She died about a year after my uncle."
"And when did your uncle die?"
"I'll be hanged if I know!"
"Then, d'ye see, you've no departure to work from. However, I think you
cannot have been in the service at that time. We were not quite so
particular about uniform as we are now."
"Then I think the service was all the better for it. Now-a-days, in
your crack ships, a mate has to go down in the hold or spirit-room, and
after whipping up fifty empty casks, and breaking out twenty full ones,
he is expected to come on quarter-deck as clean as if he was just come
out of a band-box."
"Well, there's plenty of water alongside, as far as the outward man
goes, and iron dust is soon brushed off. However, as you say, perhaps a
little too much is expected; at least, in five of the ships in which I
was first-lieutenant, the captain was always hauling me over the coals
about the midshipmen not dressing properly, as if I was their dry-nurse.
I wonder what Captain Prigg would have said if he had seen such a
turn-out as you, Mr Smith, on his quarter-deck."
"I should have had one turn-out more," drawled Smith.
"With your out-at-elbows jacket, there, eh!" continued Mr Appleboy.
Smith turned up his elbows, looked at one and then at the other; after
so fatiguing an operation, he was silent.
"Well, where was I? Oh! It was about ninety-three or ninety-four, as I
said that it happened--Tomkins, fill your glass and hand me the sugar--
how do I get on? This is Number 15," said Appleboy, counting some white
lines on the table by him; and taking up a piece of chalk, he marked one
more line on his tally. "I don't think this is so good a tub as the
last, Tomkins, there's a twang about it--a want of juniper; however, I
hope, we shall have better luck this time. Of course you know we sail
to-morrow?"
"I presume so, by the leg of mutton coming on board."
"True--true; I'm regular--as clock-work. After being twenty years a
first-lieutenant one gets a little method. I like regularity. Now the
admiral has never omitted asking me to dinner once, every time I have
come into harbour, except this time. I was so certain of it, that I
never expected to sail; and I have but two shirts clean in consequence."
"That's odd, isn't it?--and the more so, because he has had such great
people down here, and has been giving large parties every day."
"And yet I made three seizures, besides sweeping up those thirty-seven
tubs."
"I swept them up," observed Smith.
"That's all the same thing, _younker_. When you've been a little longer
in the service, you'll find out that the commanding officer has the
merit of all that is done; but you're _green_ yet. Let me see, where
was I? Oh!--It was about ninety-three or ninety-four, as I said. At
that time I was in the Channel fleet--Tomkins, I'll trouble you for the
hot water; this water's cold. Mr Smith, do me the favour to ring the
bell.--Jem, some more hot water."
"Please, sir," said Jem, who was bare-footed as well as bare-headed,
touching his lock of hair on his forehead, "the cook had capsized the
kettle--but he has put more on."
"Capsized the kettle! Hah!--very well--we'll talk about that to-morrow.
Mr Tomkins, do me the favour to put him in the report: I may forget
it. And pray, sir, how long is it since he has put more on?"
"Just this moment, sir, as I came aft."
"Very well, we'll see to that to-morrow. You bring the kettle aft as
soon as it is ready. I say, Mr Jem, is that fellow sober?"
"Yees, sir, he be sober as you be."
"It's quite astonishing what a propensity the common sailors have to
liquor. Forty odd years have I been in the service, and I've never
found any difference. I only wish I had a guinea for every time that I
have given a fellow seven-water grog during my servitude as
first-lieutenant, I wouldn't call the king my cousin. Well, if there's
no hot water, we must take lukewarm; it won't do to heave-to. By the
Lord Harry! Who would have thought it?--I'm at number sixteen! Let me
count, yes!--surely I must have made a mistake. A fact, by Heaven!"
continued Mr Appleboy, throwing the chalk down on the table. "Only one
more glass, after this; that is, if I have counted right--I may have
seen double."
"Yes," drawled Smith.
"Well, never mind. Let's go on with my story. It was either in the
year ninety-three or ninety-four that I was in the Channel fleet: we
were then abreast of Torbay--"
"Here be the hot water, sir," cried Jem, putting the kettle down on the
deck.
"Very well, boy. By-the-bye, has the jar of butter come on board?"
"Yes, but it broke all down the middle. I tied him up with a ropeyarn."
"Who broke it, sir?"
"Coxswain says as how he didn't."
"But who did, sir."
"Coxswain handed it up to Bill Jones, and he says as how he didn't."
"But who did, sir."
"Bill Jones gave it to me, and I'm sure as how I didn't."
"Then who did, sir, I ask you."
"I think it be Bill Jones, sir, 'cause he's fond of butter, I know, and
there be very little left in the jar."
"Very well, we'll see to that to-morrow morning. Mr Tomkins, you'll
oblige me by putting the butter-jar down in the report, in case it
should slip my memory. Bill Jones, indeed, looks as if butter wouldn't
melt in his mouth. Never mind. Well, it was, as I said before--it was
in the year ninety-three or ninety-four, when I was in the Channel
fleet; we were then off Torbay, and had just taken two reefs in the
top-sails. Stop--before I go on with my story, I'll take my last glass;
I think it's the last--let me count. Yes, by heavens! I make out
sixteen, all told. Never mind, it shall be a stiff one. Boy, bring the
kettle, and mind you don't pour the hot water into my shoes, as you did
the other night. There, that will do. Now, Tomkins, fill up yours; and
you, Mr Smith. Let us all start fair, and then you shall have my
story--and a very curious one it is, I can tell you, I wouldn't have
believed it myself, if I hadn't seen it. Hilloa! What's this?
Confound it! What's the matter with the toddy? Heh, Mr Tomkins?"
Mr Tomkins tasted; but, like the lieutenant, he had made it very stiff;
and, as he had also taken largely before, he was, like him, not quite so
clear in his discrimination. "It has a queer _twang_, sir: Smith, what
is it?"
Smith took up his glass, tasted the contents.
"_Salt-water_," drawled the midshipman.
"Salt-water! So it is by heavens!" cried Mr Appleboy.
"Salt as Lot's wife! By all that's infamous!" cried the master's mate.
"Salt-water, sir!" cried Jem in a fright, expecting a _salt_ eel for
supper.
"Yes, sir," replied Mr Appleboy, tossing the contents of the tumbler in
the boy's face, "salt-water. Very well, sir,--very well!"
"It warn't me, sir," replied the boy, making up a piteous look.
"No, sir, but you said the cook was sober."
"He was not so _very_ much disguised, sir," replied Jem.
"Oh! Very well--never mind. Mr Tomkins, in case I should forget it,
do me the favour to put the kettle of salt-water down in the report.
The scoundrel! I'm very sorry, gentlemen, but there's no means of
having any more gin-toddy. But never mind, we'll see to this to-morrow.
Two can play at this; and if I don't salt-water their grog, and make
them drink it too, I have been twenty years a first-lieutenant for
nothing, that's all. Good night, gentlemen; and," continued the
lieutenant, in a severe tone, "you'll keep a sharp look-out, Mr Smith--
do you hear, sir?"
"Yes," drawled Smith, "but it's not my watch: it was my first watch:
and, just now, it struck one bell."
"You'll keep the middle watch, then, Mr Smith," said Mr Appleboy, who
was not a little put out; "and, Mr Tomkins, let me know as soon as it's
daylight. Boy, get my bed made. Salt-water, by all that's blue!
However, we'll see to that to-morrow morning."
Mr Appleboy then turned in; so did Mr Tomkins; and so did Mr Smith,
who had no idea of keeping the middle watch because the cook was drunk
and had filled up the kettle with salt-water. As for what happened in
ninety-three or ninety-four, I really would inform the reader if I knew;
but I am afraid that that most curious story is never to be handed down
to posterity.
The next morning Mr Tomkins, as usual, forgot to report the cook, the
jar of butter and the kettle of salt-water; and Mr Appleboy's wrath had
long been appeased before he remembered them. At daylight, the
lieutenant came on deck, having only slept away half of the sixteen, and
a taste of the seventeenth salt-water glass of gin-toddy. He rubbed his
grey eyes, that he might peer through the grey of the morning; the fresh
breeze blew about his grizzly locks, and cooled his rubicund nose. The
revenue-cutter, whose name was the _Active_, cast off from the buoy,
and, with a fresh breeze, steered her course for the Needles' passage.
CHAPTER THREE.
CUTTER THE THIRD.
Reader! Have you been to Saint Malo? If you have, you were glad enough
to leave the hole; and if you have not, take my advice, and do not give
yourself the trouble to go and see that or any other French port in the
Channel. There is not one worth looking at. They have made one or two
artificial ports, and they are no great things; there is no getting out
or getting in. In fact, they have no harbours in the Channel, while we
have the finest in the world; a peculiar dispensation of Providence,
because it knew that we should want them, and France would not. In
France, what are called ports are all alike,--nasty, narrow holes, only
to be entered at certain times of tide and certain winds; made up of
basins and backwaters, custom-houses, and cabarets; just fit for
smugglers to run into, and nothing more; and, therefore they are used
for very little else.
Now, in the dog-hole called Saint Malo there is some pretty land,
although a great deficiency of marine scenery. But never mind that.
Stay at home, and don't go abroad to drink sour wine, because they call
it Bordeaux, and eat villainous trash, so disguised by cooking that you
cannot possibly tell which of the birds of the air, or beasts of the
field, or fishes of the sea, you are cramming down your throat. "If all
is right, there is no occasion for disguise," is an old saying; so
depend upon it that there is something wrong, and that you are eating
offal, under a grand French name. They eat everything in France, and
would serve you up the head of a monkey who has died of the smallpox, as
_singe a la petite verole_--that is, if you did not understand French;
if you did, they would call it, _tete d'amour a l'Ethiopique_, and then
you would be even more puzzled. As for their wine, there is no disguise
in that; it's half vinegar. No, no! Stay at home; you can live just as
cheaply, if you choose; and then you will have good meat, good
vegetables, good ale, good beer, and a good glass of grog; and, what is
of more importance, you will be in good company. Live with your
friends, and don't make a fool of yourself.
I would not have condescended to have noticed this place, had it not
been that I wish you to observe a vessel which is lying along the
pier-wharf, with a plank from the shore to her gunwale. It is low
water, and she is aground, and the plank dips down at such an angle that
it is a work of danger to go either in or out of her. You observe that
there is nothing very remarkable in her. She is a cutter, and a good
sea-boat, and sails well before the wind. She is short for her breadth
of beam, and is not armed. Smugglers do not arm now--the service is too
dangerous; they effect their purpose by cunning, not by force.
Nevertheless, it requires that smugglers should be good seamen, smart
active fellows, and keen-witted, or they can do nothing. This vessel
has not a large cargo in her, but it is valuable. She has some thousand
yards of lace, a few hundred pounds of tea, a few bales of silk, and
about forty ankers of brandy--just as much as they can land in one boat.
All they ask is a heavy gale or a thick fog, and they trust to
themselves for success.
There is nobody on board except a boy; the crew are all up at the
cabaret, settling their little accounts of every description--for they
smuggle both ways, and every man has his own private venture. There
they are all, fifteen of them, and fine-looking fellows, too, sitting at
that long table. They are very merry, but quite sober, as they are to
sail to-night.
The captain of the vessel (whose name, by-the-bye, is the
_Happy-go-lucky_,--the captain christened her himself) is that
fine-looking young man, with dark whiskers meeting under his throat.
His name is Jack Pickersgill. You perceive at once that he is much
above a common sailor in appearance. His manners are good, he is
remarkably handsome, very clean, and rather a dandy in his dress.
Observe how very politely he takes off his hat to that Frenchman, with
whom he had just settled accounts; he beats Johnny Crapeau at his own
weapons. And then there is an air of command, a feeling of conscious
superiority, about Jack; see how he treats the landlord, _de haut en
bas_, at the same time that he is very civil. The fact is, that Jack is
of a very good, old family, and received a very excellent education; but
he was an orphan, his friends were poor, and could do but little for
him: he went out to India as a cadet, ran away, and served in a schooner
which smuggled opium into China, and then came home. He took a liking
to the employment, and is now laying up a very pretty little sum: not
that he intends to stop: no, as soon as he has enough to fit out a
vessel for himself, he intends to start again for India, and with two
cargoes of opium he will return, he trusts, with a handsome fortune, and
re-assume his family name. Such are Jack's intentions; and, as he
eventually means to reappear as a gentleman, he preserves his
gentlemanly habits: he neither drinks, nor chews, nor smokes. He keeps
his hands clean, wears rings, and sports a gold snuff-box;
notwithstanding which, Jack is one of the boldest and best of sailors,
and the men know it. He is full of fun, and as keen as a razor. Jack
has a very heavy venture this time--all the lace is his own speculation,
and if he gets it in safe, he will clear some thousands of pounds. A
certain fashionable shop in London has already agreed to take the whole
off his hands.
That short, neatly-made young man is the second in command, and the
companion of the captain. He is clever, and always has a remedy to
propose when there is a difficulty, which is a great quality in a second
in command. His name is Corbett. He is always merry--half-sailor,
half-tradesman; knows the markets, runs up to London, and does business
as well as a chapman--lives for the day and laughs at to-morrow.
That little punchy old man, with long grey hair and fat face, with a
nose like a note of interrogation, is the next personage of importance.
He ought to be called the sailing-master, for, although he goes on shore
in France, off the English coast he never quits the vessel. When they
leave her with the goods, he remains on board; he is always to be found
off any part of the coast where he may be ordered; holding his position
in defiance of gales, and tides, and fogs; as for the revenue-vessels,
they all know him well enough, but they cannot touch a vessel in
ballast, if she has no more men on board than allowed by her tonnage.
He knows every creek, and hole, and corner of the coast; how the tide
runs in--tide, half-tide, eddy, or current. That is his value. His
name is Morrison.
You observe that Jack Pickersgill has two excellent supporters in
Corbett and Morrison; his other men are good seamen, active, and
obedient, which is all that he requires. I shall not particularly
introduce them.
"Now you may call for another _litre_, my lads, and that, must be the
last; the tide is flowing fast, and we shall be afloat in half an hour,
and we have just the breeze we want. What d'ye think, Morrison, shall
we have dirt?"
"I've been looking just now, and if it were any other month in the year
I should say, yes; but there's no trusting April, captain. Howsomever,
if it does blow off, I'll promise you a fog in three hours afterwards."
"That will do as well. Corbett, have you settled with Duval?"
"Yes, after more noise and _charivari_ than a panic in the Stock
Exchange would make in England. He fought and squabbled for an hour,
and I found that, without some abatement, I never should have settled
the affair."
"What did you let him off?"
"Seventeen sous," replied Corbett, laughing.
"And that satisfied him?" inquired Pickersgill.
"Yes--it was all he could prove to be a _surfaire_: two of the knives
were a little rusty. But he will always have something off; he could
not be happy without it. I really think he would commit suicide if he
had to pay a bill without a deduction."
"Let him live," replied Pickersgill. "Jeannette, a bottle of Volnay of
1811, and three glasses."
Jeannette, who was the _fille de cabaret_, soon appeared with a bottle
of wine, seldom called for, except by the captain of the
_Happy-go-lucky_.
"You sail to-night?" said she, as she placed the bottle before him.
Pickersgill nodded his head.
"I had a strange dream," said Jeannette; "I thought you were all taken
by a revenue-cutter, and put in a _cachot_. I went to see you, and I
did not know one of you again--you were all changed."
"Very likely, Jeannette; you would not be the first who did not know
their friends again when in misfortune. There was nothing strange in
your dream."
"_Mais, mon Dieu! Je ne suis pas comme ca, moi_."
"No, that you are not, Jeannette; you are a good girl, and some of these
fine days I'll marry you," said Corbett.
"_Doit etre bien beau ce jour la, par exemple_," replied Jeannette,
laughing; "you have promised to marry me every time you have come in
these last three years."
"Well, that proves I keep to my promise, anyhow."
"Yes; but you never go any further."
"I can't spare him, Jeannette, that is the real truth," said the
captain: "but wait a little,--in the meantime, here is a five-franc
piece to add to your _petite fortune_."
"_Merci bien, monsieur le capitaine; bon voyage_!" Jeannette held her
finger up to Corbett, saying, with a smile, "_mechant_!" and then
quitted the room.
"Come, Morrison, help us to empty this bottle, and then we will all go
on board."
"I wish that girl wouldn't come here with her nonsensical dreams," said
Morrison, taking his seat; "I don't like it. When she said that we
should be taken by a revenue-cutter, I was looking at a blue and a white
pigeon sitting on the wall opposite; and I said to myself, Now, if that
be a warning, I will see: if the _blue_ pigeon flies away first, I shall
be in jail in a week; if the _white_, I shall be back here."
"Well?" said Pickersgill, laughing.
"It wasn't well," answered Morrison, tossing off his wine, and putting
the glass down with a deep sigh; "for the cursed _blue_ pigeon flew away
immediately."
"Why, Morrison, you must have a chicken-heart to be frightened at a blue
pigeon!" said Corbett, laughing and looking out of the window; "at all
events, he has come back again, and there he is sitting by the white
one."
"It's the first time that ever I was called chicken-hearted," replied
Morrison, in wrath.
"Nor do you deserve it, Morrison," replied Pickersgill; "but Corbett is
only joking."
"Well, at all events, I'll try my luck in the same way, and see whether
I am to be in jail: I shall take the blue pigeon as my bad omen, as you
did."
The sailors and Captain Pickersgill all rose and went to the window, to
ascertain Corbett's fortune by this new species of augury. The blue
pigeon flapped his wings, and then he sidled up to the white one; at
last, the white pigeon flew off the wall and settled on the roof of the
adjacent house. "Bravo, white pigeon!" said Corbett; "I shall be here
again in a week." The whole party, laughing, then resumed their seats;
and Morrison's countenance brightened up. As he took the glass of wine
poured out by Pickersgill, he said, "Here's your health, Corbett; it was
all nonsense, after all--for, d'ye see, I can't be put in jail, without
you are. We all sail in the same boat, and when you leave me you take
with you everything that can condemn the vessel--so here's success to
our trip."
"We will all drink that toast, my lads, and then on board," said the
captain; "here's success to our trip."
The captain rose, as did the mates and men, drank the toast, turned down
the drinking-vessels on the table, hastened to the wharf, and, in half
an hour, the _Happy-go-lucky_ was clear of the port of Saint Malo.
CHAPTER FOUR.
PORTLAND BILL.
The _Happy-go-lucky_ sailed with a fresh breeze and a flowing sheet from
Saint Malo, the evening before the _Arrow_ sailed from Barn Pool. The
_Active_ sailed from Portsmouth the morning after.
The yacht, as we before observed, was bound to Cowes, in the Isle of
Wight. The _Active_ had orders to cruise wherever she pleased within
the limits of the admiral's station; and she ran for West Bay, on the
other side of the Bill of Portland. The _Happy-go-lucky_ was also bound
for that bay to land her cargo.
The wind was light, and there was every appearance of fine weather, when
the _Happy-go-lucky_, at ten o'clock on the Tuesday night, made the
Portland lights; as it was impossible to run her cargo that night, she
hove to.
At eleven o'clock the Portland lights were made by the revenue-cutter
_Active_. Mr Appleboy went up to have a look at them, ordered the
cutter to be hove to, and then went down to finish his allowance of
gin-toddy. At twelve o'clock, the yacht _Arrow_ made the Portland
lights, and continued her course, hardly stemming the ebb tide.
Day broke, and the horizon was clear. The first on the look-out were,
of course, the smugglers; they, and those on board the revenue-cutter,
were the only two interested parties--the yacht was neuter.
"There are two cutters in sight, sir," said Corbett, who had the watch;
for Pickersgill, having been up the whole night, had thrown himself down
on the bed with his clothes on.
"What do they look like?" said Pickersgill, who was up in a moment.
"One is a yacht, and the other may be; but I rather think, as far as I
can judge in the grey, that it is our old friend off here."
"What! Old Appleboy?"
"Yes, it looks like him; but the day has scarcely broke yet."
"Well, he can do nothing in a light wind like this; and before the wind
we can show him our heels: but are you sure the other is a yacht?" said
Pickersgill, coming on deck.
"Yes; the king is more careful of his canvas."
"You're right," said Pickersgill, "that is a yacht; and you're right
there again in your guess--that is the stupid old _Active_ which creeps
about creeping for tubs. Well, I see nothing to alarm us at present,
provided it don't fall a dead calm, and then we must take to our boats
as soon as he takes to his; we are four miles from him at least. Watch
his motions, Corbett, and see if he lowers a boat. What does she go
now? Four knots?--that will soon tire their men."
The positions of the three cutters were as follows:--
The _Happy-go-lucky_ was about four miles off Portland Head, and well
into West Bay. The revenue-cutter was close to the Head. The yacht was
outside of the smuggler, about two miles to the westward, and about five
or six miles from the revenue-cutter.
"Two vessels in sight, sir," said Mr Smith, coming down into the cabin
to Mr Appleboy.
"Very well," replied the lieutenant, who was _lying_ down in his
_standing_ bed-place.
"The people say one is the _Happy-go-lucky_, sir," drawled Smith.
"Heh? What! _Happy-go-lucky_? Yes, I recollect; I've boarded her
twenty times--always empty. How's she standing?"
"She stands to the westward now, sir; but she was hove to, they say,
when they first saw her."
"Then she has a cargo in her," and Mr Appleboy shaved himself, dressed,
and went on deck.
"Yes," said the lieutenant, rubbing his eyes again and again, and then
looking through the glass, "it is her, sure enough. Let draw the
foresheet-hands make sail. What vessel's the other?"
"Don't know, sir,--she's a cutter."
"A cutter? Yes, may be a yacht, or may be the new cutter ordered on the
station. Make all sail, Mr Tomkins: hoist our pendant, and fire a
gun--they will understand what we mean then; they don't know the
_Happy-go-lucky_ as well as we do."
In a few minutes the _Active_ was under a press of sail; she hoisted her
pendant, and fired a gun. The smuggler perceived that the _Active_ had
recognised her, and she also threw out more canvas, and ran off more to
the westward.
"There's a gun, sir," reported one of the men to Mr Stewart, on board
of the yacht.
"Yes; give me the glass--a revenue-cutter; then this vessel in shore
running towards us must be a smuggler."
"She has just now made all sail, sir."
"Yes, there's no doubt of it. I will go down to his lordship; keep her
as she goes."
Mr Stewart then went down to inform Lord B--- of the circumstance. Not
only Lord B--- but most of the gentlemen came on deck; as did soon
afterwards the ladies, who had received the intelligence from Lord B---,
who spoke to them through the door of the cabin.
But the smuggler had more wind than the revenue-cutter, and increased
her distance.
"If we were to wear round, my lord," observed Mr Stewart, "she is just
abreast of us and in shore, we could prevent her escape."
"Round with her, Mr Stewart," said Lord B---; "we must do our duty and
protect the laws."
"That will not be fair, papa," said Cecilia Ossulton; "we have no
quarrel with the smuggler: I'm sure the ladies have not, for they bring
us beautiful things."
"Miss Ossulton," observed her aunt, "it is not proper for you to offer
an opinion."
The yacht wore round, and, sailing so fast, the smuggler had little
chance of escaping her; but to chase is one thing--to capture, another.
"Let us give her a gun," said Lord B---, "that will frighten her; and he
dare not cross our hawse."
The gun was loaded, and not being more than a mile from the smuggler,
actually threw the ball almost a quarter of the way.
The gentlemen, as well as Lord B---, were equally excited by the ardour
of pursuit; but the wind died away, and at last it was nearly calm. The
revenue-cutter's boats were out, and coming up fast.
"Let us get our boat out, Stewart," said his lordship, "and help them;
it is quite calm now."
The boat was soon out: it was a very large one, usually stowed on, and
occupying a large portion of, the deck. It pulled six oars; and when it
was manned, Mr Stewart jumped in, and Lord B--- followed him.
"But you have no arms," said Mr Hautaine.
"The smugglers never resist now," observed Stewart.
"Then you are going on a very gallant expedition, indeed," observed
Cecilia Ossulton; "I wish you joy."
But Lord B--- was too much excited to pay attention. They shoved off,
and pulled towards the smuggler.
At this time the revenue boats were about five miles astern of the
_Happy-go-lucky_, and the yacht about three-quarters of a mile from her
in the offing. Pickersgill had, of course, observed the motions of the
yacht; had seen her wear on chase, hoist her ensign and pendant, and
fire her gun.
"Well," said he, "this is the blackest ingratitude! To be attacked by
the very people whom we smuggle for! I only wish she may come up with
us; and, let her attempt to interfere, she shall rue the day: I don't
much like this, though."
As we before observed, it fell nearly calm, and the revenue boats were
in chase. Pickersgill watched them as they came up.
"What shall we do?" said Corbett,--"get the boat out?"
"Yes," replied Pickersgill, "we will get the boat out, and have the
goods in her all ready; but we can pull faster than they do, in the
first place; and, in the next, they will be pretty well tired before
they come up to us. We are fresh, and shall soon walk away from them;
so I shall not leave the vessel till they are within half a mile. We
must sink the ankers, that they may not seize the vessel, for it is not
worth while taking them with us. Pass them along, ready to run them
over the bows, that they may not see us and swear to it. But we have a
good half hour, and more."
"Ay, and you may hold all fast if you choose," said Morrison, "although
it's better to be on the right side and get ready; otherwise, before
half an hour, I'll swear that we are out of their sight. Look there,"
said he, pointing to the eastward at a heavy bank, "it's coming right
down upon us, as I said it would."
"True enough; but still there is no saying which will come first,
Morrison, the boats or the fog; so we must be prepared."
"Hilloa! What's this? Why, there's a boat coming from the yacht!"
Pickersgill took out his glass.
"Yes, and the yacht's own boat with the name painted on her bows. Well,
let them come--we will have no ceremony in resisting them; they are not
in the Act of Parliament, and must take the consequences. We have
nought to fear. Get stretchers, my lads, and hand-spikes; they row six
oars, and are three in the stern-sheets: they must be good men if they
take us."
In a few minutes Lord B--- was close to the smuggler.
"Boat ahoy! What do you want?"
"Surrender in the king's name."
"To what, and to whom, and what are we to surrender? We are an English
vessel coasting along shore."
"Pull on board, my lads," cried Stewart; "I am a king's officer: we know
her."
The boat darted alongside, and Stewart and Lord B---, followed by the
men, jumped on the deck.
"Well, gentlemen, what do you want?" said Pickersgill.
"We seize you! You are a smuggler,--there's no denying it: look at the
casks of spirits stretched along the deck."
"We never said that we were not smugglers," replied Pickersgill; "but
what is that to you? You are not a king's ship, or employed by the
revenue."
"No; but we carry a pendant, and it is our duty to protect the laws."
"And who are you?" said Pickersgill.
"I am Lord B---."
"Then, my lord, allow me to say that you would do much better to attend
to the framing of laws, and leave people of less consequence, like those
astern of me, to execute them. `Mind your own business,' is an old
adage. We shall not hurt you, my lord, as you have only employed words,
but we shall put it out of your power to hurt us. Come aft, my lads.
Now, my lord, resistance is useless; we are double your numbers, and you
have caught a Tartar."
Lord B--- and Mr Stewart perceived that they were in an awkward
predicament.
"You may do what you please," observed Mr Stewart, "but the revenue
boats are coming up, recollect."
"Look you, sir, do you see the revenue-cutter?" said Pickersgill.
Stewart looked in that direction and saw that she was hidden in the fog.
"In five minutes, sir, the boats will be out of sight also, and so will
your vessel; we have nothing to fear from them."
"Indeed, my lord, we had better return," said Mr Stewart, who perceived
that Pickersgill was right.
"I beg your pardon, you will not go on board your yacht so soon as you
expect. Take the oars out of the boat; my lads, two or three of you,
and throw in a couple of our paddles for them to reach the shore with.
The rest of you knock down the first man who offers to resist. You are
not aware, perhaps, my lord, that you have attempted _piracy_ on the
high seas?"
Stewart looked at Lord B---. It was true enough. The men of the yacht
could offer no resistance; the oars were taken out of the boat and the
men put in again.
"My lord," said Pickersgill, "your boat is manned, do me the favour to
step into it; and you, sir, do the same. I should be sorry to lay my
hands upon a peer of the realm, or a king's officer even on half pay."
Remonstrance was vain; his lordship was led to the boat by two of the
smugglers, and Stewart followed.
"I will leave your oars, my lord, at the Weymouth Custom-house, and I
trust this will be a lesson to you in future to `mind your own
business.'"
The boat was shoved off from the sloop by the smugglers, and was soon
lost sight of in the fog, which had now covered the revenue boats as
well as the yacht, at the same time it brought down a breeze from the
eastward.
"Haul to the wind, Morrison," said Pickersgill, "we will stand out to
get rid of the boats; if they pull on they will take it for granted that
we shall run into the bay, as will the revenue-cutter."
Pickersgill and Corbett were in conversation abaft for a short time,
when the former desired the course to be altered two points.
"Keep silence all of you, my lads, and let me know if you hear a gun or
a bell from the yacht," said Pickersgill.
"There is a gun, sir, close to us," said one of the men; "the sound was
right ahead."
"That will do, keep her as she goes. Aft here, my lads; we cannot run
our cargo in the bay, for the cutter has been seen to chase us, and they
will all be on the look-out at the preventive stations for us on shore.
Now, my lads, I have made up my mind that, as these yacht gentlemen have
thought proper to interfere, that I will take possession of the yacht
for a few days. We shall then outsail everything, go where we like
unsuspected, and land our cargo with ease. I shall run alongside of
her--she can have but few hands on board; and mind, do not hurt anybody,
but be civil and obey my orders. Morrison, you and your four men and
the boy will remain on board as before, and take the vessel to
Cherbourg, where we will join you."
In a short time another gun was fired from the yacht.
Those on board, particularly the ladies, were alarmed; the fog was very
thick, and they could not distinguish the length of the vessel. They
had seen the boat board, but had not seen her turned adrift without
oars, as the fog came on just at that time. The yacht was left with
only three seamen on board, and should it come on bad weather, they were
in an awkward predicament. Mr Hautaine had taken the command, and
ordered the guns to be fired that the boat might be enabled to find
them. The fourth gun was loading, when they perceived the smuggler's
cutter close to them looming through the fog.
"Here they are," cried the seamen; "and they have brought the prize
along with them! Three cheers for the _Arrow_!"
"Hilloa! You'll be on board of us?" cried Hautaine.
"That's exactly what I intend to be, sir," replied Pickersgill, jumping
on the quarter-deck, followed by his men.
"Who the devil are you?"
"That's exactly the same question that I asked Lord B--- when he boarded
us," replied Pickersgill, taking off his hat to the ladies.
"Well, but what business have you here?"
"Exactly the same question which I put to Lord B---," replied
Pickersgill.
"Where is Lord B---, sir?" said Cecilia Ossulton, going up to the
smuggler; "is he safe?"
"Yes, madam, he is safe; at least he is in his boat with all his men,
and unhurt: but you must excuse me if I request you and the other ladies
to go down below while I speak to these gentlemen. Be under no alarm,
miss, you will receive neither insult nor ill-treatment--I have only
taken possession of this vessel for the present."
"Take possession," cried Hautaine, "of a yacht."
"Yes, sir, since the owner of the yacht thought proper to attempt to
take possession of me. I always thought that yachts were
pleasure-vessels, sailing about for amusement, respected themselves, and
not interfering with others; but it appears that such is not the case.
The owner of this yacht has thought proper to break through the
neutrality and commence aggression, and under such circumstances I have
now, in retaliation, taken possession of her."
"And, pray, what do you mean to do, sir?"
"Simply for a few days to make an exchange. I shall send you on board
of my vessel as smugglers, while I remain here with the ladies and amuse
myself with yachting."
"Why, sir, you cannot mean--"
"I have said, gentlemen, and that is enough; I should be sorry to resort
to violence, but I must be obeyed. You have, I perceive, three seamen
only left: they are not sufficient to take charge of the vessel, and
Lord B--- and the others you will not meet for several days. My regard
for the ladies, even common humanity, points out to me that I cannot
leave the vessel in this crippled condition. At the same time, I must
have hands on board of my own, you will oblige me by going on board and
taking her safely into port. It is the least return you can make for my
kindness. In those dresses, gentlemen, you will not be able to do your
duty: oblige me by shifting and putting on these." Corbett handed a
flannel shirt, a rough jacket and trousers, to Messrs. Hautaine,
Ossulton, Vaughan, and Seagrove. After some useless resistance they
were stripped, and having put on the smugglers' attire, they were handed
on board of the _Happy-go-lucky_.
The three English seamen were also sent on board and confined below, as
well as Ossulton's servant, who was also equipped like his master, and
confined below with the seamen. Corbett and the men then handed up all
the smuggled goods into the yacht, dropped the boat, and made it fast
astern, and Morrison having received his directions, the vessels
separated, Morrison running for Cherbourg, and Pickersgill steering the
yacht along shore to the westward. About an hour after this exchange
had been effected the fog cleared up, and showed the revenue-cutter hove
to for her boats, which had pulled back and were close on board of her,
and the _Happy-go-lucky_ about three miles in the offing; Lord B--- and
his boat's crew were about four miles in shore, paddling and drifting
with the tide towards Portland. As soon as the boats were on board, the
revenue-cutter made all sail after the smuggler, paying no attention to
the yacht, and either not seeing or not caring about the boat which was
drifting about in West Bay.
CHAPTER FIVE.
THE TRAVESTY.
"Here we are, Corbett, and now I only wish my venture had been double,"
observed Pickersgill; "but I shall not allow business to absorb me
wholly--we must add a little amusement. It appears to me, Corbett, that
the gentleman's clothes which lie there will fit you, and those of the
good-looking fellow who was spokesman will, I am sure, suit me well.
Now let us dress ourselves, and then for breakfast."
Pickersgill then exchanged his clothes for those of Mr Hautaine, and
Corbett fitted on those of Mr Ossulton. The steward was summoned up,
and he dared not disobey; he appeared on deck, trembling.
"Steward--you will take these clothes below," said Pickersgill, "and,
observe, that I now command this yacht; and during the time that I am on
board you will pay me the same respect as you did Lord B---: nay, more,
you will always address me as Lord B---. You will prepare dinner and
breakfast, and do your duty just as if his lordship was on board, and
take care that you feed us well, for I will not allow the ladies to be
entertained in a less sumptuous manner than before. You will tell the
cook what I say; and now that you have heard me, take care that you
obey; if not, recollect that I have my own men here, and if I but point
with my finger, _overboard you go_. Do you perfectly comprehend me?"
"Yes,--sir," stammered the steward.
"Yes, _sir_!--what did I tell you, sirrah?--Yes, my lord. Do you
understand me?"
"Yes--my lord."
"Pray, steward, whose clothes has this gentleman put on?"
"Mr--Mr Ossulton's, I think--sir--my lord, I mean."
"Very well, steward; then recollect, in future you always address that
gentleman as _Mr Ossulton_."
"Yes, my lord," and the steward went down below, and was obliged to take
a couple of glasses of brandy to keep himself from fainting.
"Who are they, and what are they, Mr Maddox?" cried the lady's-maid,
who had been weeping.
"Pirates!--_bloody murderous, stick-at-nothing_ pirates!" replied the
steward.
"Oh!" screamed the lady's-maid, "what will become of us, poor
unprotected females?" And she hastened into the cabin, to impart this
dreadful intelligence.
The ladies in the cabin were not in a very enviable situation. As for
the elder Miss Ossulton (but perhaps, it will be better in future to
distinguish the two ladies, by calling the elder simply Miss Ossulton,
and her niece, Cecilia), she was sitting with her salts to her nose,
agonised with a mixture of trepidation and wounded pride. Mrs
Lascelles was weeping, but weeping gently. Cecilia was sad, and her
heart was beating with anxiety and suspense--when the maid rushed in.
"O madam! O miss! O Mrs Lascelles! I have found it all out!--they
are murderous, bloody, do-everything pirates!"
"Mercy on us!" exclaimed Miss Ossulton; "surely they will never dare--?"
"Oh, ma'am, they dare anything!--they just now were for throwing the
steward overboard; and they have rummaged for all the portmanteaus, and
dressed themselves in the gentlemen's best clothes. The captain of them
told the steward that he was Lord B---, and that if he dared to call him
anything else, he would cut his throat from ear to ear; and if the cook
don't give them a good dinner, they swear that they'll chop his right
hand off, and make him eat it without pepper or salt!"
Miss Ossulton screamed, and went off into hysterics. Mrs Lascelles and
Cecilia went to her assistance; but the latter had not forgotten the
very different behaviour of Jack Pickersgill, and his polite manners,
when he boarded the vessel. She did not therefore believe what the maid
had reported, but still her anxiety and suspense were great, especially
about her father. After having restored her aunt she put on her bonnet,
which was lying on the sofa.
"Where are you going, dear?" said Mrs Lascelles.
"On deck," replied Cecilia. "I must and will speak to these men."
"Gracious heaven, Miss Ossulton! Going on deck! Have you heard what
Phoebe says?"
"Yes, aunt, I have; but I can wait here no longer."
"Stop her! Stop her!--she will be murdered!--she will be--she is mad!"
screamed Miss Ossulton; but no one attempted to stop Cecilia, and on
deck she went. On her arrival she found Jack Pickersgill and Corbett
walking the deck, one of the smugglers at the helm, and the rest
forward, and as quiet as the crew of the yacht. As soon as she made her
appearance Jack took off his hat, and made her a bow.
"I do not know whom I have the honour of addressing, young lady; but I
am flattered with this mark of confidence. You feel, and I assure you,
you feel correctly, that you are not exactly in lawless hands."
Cecilia looked with more surprise than fear at Pickersgill. Mr
Hautaine's dress became him; he was a handsome, fine-looking man, and
had nothing of the ruffian in his appearance; unless, like Byron's
Corsair, he was _half savage, half soft_. She could not help thinking
that she had met many with less pretensions, as far as appearance went,
to the claims of a gentleman, at Almack's and other fashionable circles.
"I have ventured on deck, sir," said Cecilia, with a little
tremulousness in her voice, "to request, as a favour, that you will
inform me what your intentions may be with regard to the vessel and with
regard to the ladies!"
"And I feel much obliged to you for so doing, and I assure you I will,
as far as I have made up my own mind, answer you candidly: but you
tremble--allow me to conduct you to a seat. In few words, then, to
remove your present alarm, I intend that the vessel shall be returned to
its owner, with every article in it as religiously respected as if they
were church property. With respect to you, and the other ladies on
board, I pledge you my honour that you have nothing to fear; that you
shall be treated with every respect; your privacy never invaded; and
that, in a few days, you will be restored to your friends. Young lady,
I pledge my hopes of future salvation to the truth of this; but, at the
same time, I must make a few conditions, which, however, will not be
very severe."
"But, sir," replied Cecilia, much relieved, for Pickersgill had stood by
her in the most respectful manner, "you are, I presume, the captain of
the smuggler? Pray answer me one question more--What became of the boat
with Lord B---? He is my father."
"I left him in his boat, without a hair of his head touched, young lady;
but I took away the oars."
"Then he will perish!" cried Cecilia, putting her handkerchief to her
eyes.
"No, young lady; he is on shore, probably, by this time. Although I
took away his means of assisting to capture us, I left him the means of
gaining the land. It is not every one who would have done that, after
his conduct to us."
"I begged him not to go," said Cecilia; "I told him that it was not
fair, and that he had no quarrel with the smugglers."
"I thank you even for that," replied Pickersgill. "And now, miss--I
have not the pleasure of recollecting his lordship's family name--"
"Ossulton, sir," cried Cecilia, looking at Pickersgill with surprise.
"Then with your permission, Miss Ossulton, I will now make you my
confidant: excuse my using so free a term, but it is because I wish to
relieve your fears. At the same time, I cannot permit you to divulge
all my intentions to the whole party on board. I feel that I may trust
you, for you have courage, and where there is courage there generally is
truth; but you must first tell me whether you will condescend to accept
these terms?"
Cecilia demurred a moment; the idea of being the confidant of a smuggler
rather startled her: but still, her knowledge of what his intentions
were, if she might not reveal them, might be important; as, perhaps, she
might dissuade him. She could be in no worse position than she was now,
and she might be in a much better. The conduct of Pickersgill had been
such, up to the present, as to inspire confidence; and, although he
defied the laws, he appeared to regard the courtesies of life. Cecilia
was a courageous girl, and at length she replied:--
"Provided what you desire me to keep secret will not be injurious to any
one, or compromise me in my peculiar situation, I consent."
"I would not hurt a fly, Miss Ossulton, but in self-defence; and I have
too much respect for you, from your conduct during our short meeting, to
compromise you. Allow me now to be very candid; and then, perhaps, you
will acknowledge that in my situation others would do the same, and,
perhaps, not show half so much forbearance. Your father, without any
right whatever, interferes with me and my calling: he attempts to make
me a prisoner, to have me thrown into jail, heavily fined, and, perhaps,
sent out of the country. I will not enter into any defence of
smuggling; it is sufficient to say that there are pains and penalties
attached to the infraction of certain laws, and that I choose to risk
them. But Lord B--- was not empowered by Government to attack me; it
was a gratuitous act; and had I thrown him and all his crew into the
sea, I should have been justified; for it was, in short, an act of
piracy on their part. Now, as your father has thought to turn a yacht
into a revenue-cutter, you cannot be surprised at my retaliating, in
turning her into a smuggler; and as he has mixed up looking after the
revenue with yachting, he cannot be surprised if I retaliate, by mixing
up a little yachting with smuggling. I have dressed your male
companions as smugglers, and have sent them in the smuggling vessel to
Cherbourg, where they will be safely landed; and I have dressed myself,
and the only person whom I could join with me in this frolic, as
gentlemen in their places. My object is twofold; one is to land my
cargo, which I have now on board, and which is very valuable; the other
is, to retaliate upon your father and his companions for their attempt
upon me, by stepping into their shoes, and enjoying, for a day or two,
their luxuries. It is my intention to make free with nothing but his
lordship's wines and eatables--that you may be assured of; but I shall
have no pleasure if the ladies do not sit down to the dinner-table with
us, as they did before with your father and his friends."
"You can hardly expect that, sir," said Cecilia.
"Yes, I do; and that will be not only the price of the early release of
the yacht and themselves, but it will also be the only means by which
they will obtain anything to eat. You observe, Miss Ossulton, the sins
of the fathers are visited on the children. I have now told you what I
mean to do and what I wish. I leave you to think of it, and decide
whether it will not be the best for all parties to consent. You have my
permission to tell the other ladies that, whatever may be their conduct,
they are as secure from ill-treatment or rudeness as if they were in
Grosvenor-Square; but I cannot answer that they will not be hungry, if,
after such forbearance in every point, they show so little gratitude as
not to honour me with their company."
"Then I am to understand that we are to be starved into submission?"
"No, not starved, Miss Ossulton; but recollect that you will be on bread
and water, and detained until you do consent, and your detention will
increase the anxiety of your father."
"You know how to persuade, sir," said Cecilia. "As far as I am
concerned, I trust I shall ever be ready to sacrifice any feelings of
pride to spare my father so much uneasiness. With your permission, I
will now go down into the cabin and relieve my companions from the worst
of their fears. As for obtaining what you wish, I can only say that, as
a young person, I am not likely to have much influence with those older
than myself, and must inevitably be overruled, as I have not permission
to point out to them reasons which might avail. Would you so far allow
me to be relieved from my promise, as to communicate all you have said
to me to the only married woman on board? I think I might then obtain
your wishes, which, I must candidly tell you, I shall attempt to effect
_only_ because I am most anxious to rejoin my friends."
"And be relieved of my company," replied Pickersgill, smiling
ironically,--"of course you are; but I must and will have my pretty
revenge: and although you may, and probably will, detest me, at all
events you shall not have any very formidable charge to make against me.
Before you go below, Miss Ossulton, I give you my permission to add the
married lady to the number of my confidants; and you must permit me to
introduce my friend, Mr Ossulton;" and Pickersgill waved his hand in
the direction of Corbett, who took off his hat and made a low obeisance.
It was impossible for Cecilia Ossulton to help smiling.
"And," continued Pickersgill, "having taken the command of this yacht
instead of his lordship, it is absolutely necessary that I also take his
lordship's name. While on board I am Lord B---; and allow me to
introduce myself under that name; I cannot be addressed otherwise.
Depend upon it, Miss Ossulton, that I shall have a most paternal
solicitude to make you happy and comfortable."
Had Cecilia Ossulton dared to have given vent to her real feelings at
that time, she would have burst into a fit of laughter; it was too
ludicrous. At the same time, the very burlesque reassured her still
more. She went into the cabin with a heavy weight removed from her
heart.
In the meantime, Miss Ossulton and Mrs Lascelles remained below, in the
greatest anxiety at Cecilia's prolonged stay; they knew not what to
think, and dared not go on deck. Mrs Lascelles had once determined at
all risks to go up; but Miss Ossulton and Phoebe had screamed and
implored her so fervently not to leave them that she unwillingly
consented to remain. Cecilia's countenance when she entered the cabin,
reassured Mrs Lascelles, but not her aunt, who ran to her crying and
sobbing and clinging to her, saying, "What have they done to you, my
poor, poor Cecilia?"
"Nothing at all, aunt," replied Cecilia, "the captain speaks very
fairly, and says he shall respect us in every possible way, provided
that we obey his orders; but if not--"
"If not--what, Cecilia?" said Miss Ossulton, grasping her niece's arm.
"He will starve us, and not let us go!"
"God have mercy on us!" cried Miss Ossulton, renewing her sobs.
Cecilia then went to Mrs Lascelles, and communicated to her apart, all
that had passed. Mrs Lascelles agreed with Cecilia that they were in
no danger of insult; and as they talked over the matter they at last
began to laugh; there was a novelty in it, and there was something so
ridiculous in all the gentlemen being turned into smugglers. Cecilia
was glad that she could not tell her aunt, as she wished her to be so
frightened as never to have her company on board the yacht again; and
Mrs Lascelles was too glad to annoy her for many and various insults
received. The matter was therefore canvassed over very satisfactorily,
and Mrs Lascelles felt a natural curiosity to see this new Lord
B--- and the second Mr Ossulton. But they had had no breakfast, and
were feeling very hungry now that their alarm was over. They desired
Phoebe to ask the steward for some tea or coffee. The reply was, that
"Breakfast was laid in the cabin, and Lord B--- trusted that the ladies
would come to partake of it."
"No, no," replied Mrs Lascelles, "I never can, without being introduced
to them first."
"Nor will I go," replied Cecilia, "but I will write a note, and we will
have our breakfast here." Cecilia wrote a note in pencil as follows:
"Miss Ossulton's compliments to Lord B---, and, as the ladies feel
rather indisposed after the alarm of this morning, they trust that his
lordship will excuse their coming to breakfast; but hope to meet his
lordship at dinner, if not before that time on deck."
The answer was propitious, and the steward soon appeared with the
breakfast in the ladies' cabin.
"Well, Maddox," said Cecilia, "how do you get on with your new master?"
The steward looked at the door, to see if it was closed, shook his head,
and then said, with a look of despair, "He has ordered a haunch of
venison for dinner, miss, and he has twice threatened to toss me
overboard."
"You must obey him, Maddox, or he certainly will. These pirates are
dreadful fellows. Be attentive, and serve him just as if he was my
father."
"Yes, yes, ma'am, I will; but our time may come. It's _burglary_ on the
high seas, and I'll go fifty miles to see him hanged."
"Steward!" cried Pickersgill, from the cabin.
"O Lord! He can't have heard me--d'ye think he did, miss?"
"The partitions are very thin, and you spoke very loud," said Mrs
Lascelles: "at all events, go to him quickly."
"Good bye, miss; good bye, ma'am; if I shouldn't see you any more," said
Maddox, trembling with fear, as he obeyed the awful summons--which was
to demand a tooth-pick.
Miss Ossulton would not touch the breakfast; not so Mrs Lascelles and
Cecilia, who ate very heartily.
"It's very dull to be shut up in this cabin," said Mrs Lascelles;
"come, Cecilia, let's go on deck."
"And leave me!" cried Miss Ossulton.
"There is Phoebe here, aunt; we are going up to persuade the pirates to
put us all on shore."
Mrs Lascelles and Cecilia put on their bonnets and went up. Lord
B--- took off his hat, and begged the honour of being introduced to the
pretty widow. He handed the ladies to a seat, and then commenced
conversing upon various subjects, which at the same time possessed great
novelty. His lordship talked about France, and described its ports;
told now and then a good anecdote; pointed out the different headlands,
bays, towns, and villages, which they were passing rapidly, and always
had some little story connected with each. Before the ladies had been
two hours on deck they found themselves, to their infinite surprise, not
only interested, but in conversation with the captain of the smuggler,
and more than once they laughed outright. But the _soi-disant_ Lord
B--- had inspired them with confidence; they fully believed that what he
had told them was true, and that he had taken possession of the yacht to
smuggle his goods, to be revenged, and to have a laugh. Now none of
these three offences are capital in the eyes of the fair sex, and Jack
was a handsome, fine-looking fellow, of excellent manners and very
agreeable conversation; at the same time, neither he nor his friend were
in their general deportment and behaviour otherwise than most
respectful.
"Ladies, as you are not afraid of me, which is a greater happiness than
I had reason to expect, I think you may be amused to witness the fear of
those who accuse your sex of cowardice. With your permission, I will
send for the cook and steward, and inquire about the dinner."
"I should like to know what there is for dinner," observed Mrs
Lascelles demurely; "wouldn't you, Cecilia?"
Cecilia put her handkerchief to her mouth.
"Tell the steward and the cook both to come aft immediately," cried
Pickersgill.
In a few seconds they both made their appearance. "Steward!" cried
Pickersgill, with a loud voice.
"Yes, my lord," replied Maddox, with his hat in his hand.
"What wines have you put out for dinner?"
"Champagne, my lord; and claret, my lord; and Madeira and sherry, my
lord."
"No Burgundy, sir?"
"No, my lord; there is no Burgundy on board."
"No Burgundy, sir! Do you dare to tell me that?"
"Upon my soul, my lord," cried Maddox, dropping on his knees, "there is
no Burgundy on board--ask the ladies."
"Very well, sir, you may go."
"Cook, what have you got for dinner?"
"Sir, a haunch of mut--of venison, my lord," replied the cook, with his
white night-cap in his hand.
"What else, sirrah?"
"A boiled calf's head, my lord."
"A boiled calf's head! Let it be roasted, or I'll roast you, sir!"
cried Pickersgill, in an angry tone.
"Yes, my lord; I'll roast it."
"And what else, sir?"
"Maintenon cutlets, my lord."
"Maintenon cutlets! I hate them--I won't have them, sir. Let them be
dressed _a l'ombre Chinoise_."
"I don't know what that is, my lord."
"I don't care for that, sirrah; if you don't find out by dinner-time,
you're food for fishes--that all; you may go."
The cook walked off wringing his hands and his night-cap as well--for he
still held it in his right hand--and disappeared down the fore-hatchway.
"I have done this to pay you a deserved compliment, ladies; you have
more courage than the other sex."
"Recollect that we have had confidence given to us in consequence of
your pledging your word, my lord."
"You do me, then, the honour of believing me?"
"I did not until I saw you," replied Mrs Lascelles, "but now I am
convinced that you will perform your promise."
"You do, indeed, encourage me, madam, to pursue what is right," said
Pickersgill, bowing; "for your approbation I should be most sorry to
lose, still more sorry to prove myself unworthy of it."
As the reader will observe, everything was going on remarkably well.
CHAPTER SIX.
THE SMUGGLING YACHT.
Cecilia returned to the cabin, to ascertain whether her aunt was more
composed; but Mrs Lascelles remained on deck. She was much pleased
with Pickersgill; and they continued their conversation. Pickersgill
entered into a defence of his conduct to Lord B---; and Mrs Lascelles
could not but admit the provocation. After a long conversation she
hinted at his profession, and how superior he appeared to be to such a
lawless life.
"You may be incredulous, madam," replied Pickersgill, "if I tell you
that I have as good a right to quarter my arms as Lord B--- himself; and
that I am not under my real name. Smuggling is, at all events, no
crime; and I infinitely prefer the wild life I lead at the head of my
men to being spurned by society because I am poor. The greatest crime
in this country is poverty. I may, if I am fortunate, some day resume
my name. You may, perhaps, meet me, and if you please, you may expose
me."
"That I should not be likely to do," replied the widow; "but still I
regret to see a person, evidently intended for better things, employed
in so disreputable a profession."
"I hardly know, madam, what is and what is not disreputable in this
conventional world. It is not considered disreputable to cringe to the
vices of a court, or to accept a pension wrung from the industry of the
nation, in return for base servility. It is not considered disreputable
to take tithes, intended for the service of God, and lavish them away at
watering-places or elsewhere, seeking pleasure instead of doing God
service. It is not considered disreputable to take fee after fee to
uphold injustice, to plead against innocence, to pervert truth, and to
aid the devil. It is not considered disreputable to gamble on the Stock
Exchange, or to corrupt the honesty of electors by bribes, for doing
which the penalty attached is equal to that decreed to the offence of
which I am guilty. All these, and much more, are not considered
disreputable; yet by all these are the moral bonds of society loosened,
while in mine we cause no guilt in others--"
"But still it is a crime."
"A violation of the revenue laws, and no more. Observe, madam, the
English Government encourage the smuggling of our manufactures to the
Continent, at the same time that they take every step to prevent
articles being smuggled into this country. Now, madam, can that be a
_crime_ when the head of the vessel is turned north, which becomes _no
crime_ when she steers the opposite way?"
"There is a stigma attached to it, you must allow."
"That I grant you, madam; and as soon as I can quit the profession I
shall. No captive ever sighed more to be released from his chains; but
I will not leave it, till I find I am in a situation not to be spurned
and neglected by those with whom I have a right to associate."
At this moment the steward was seen forward making signs to Mrs
Lascelles, who excused herself, and went to him.
"For the love of God, madam," said Maddox, "as he appears to be friendly
with you, do pray find out how these cutlets are to be dressed; the cook
is tearing his hair, and we shall never have any dinner; and then it
will all fall upon me, and I--shall be tossed overboard."
Mrs Lascelles desired poor Maddox to wait there while she obtained the
desired information. In a few minutes she returned to him.
"I have found it out. They are first to be boiled in vinegar, then
fried in batter, and served up with a sauce of anchovy and Malaga
raisins!"
"First fried in vinegar, then boiled in batter, and served up with
almonds and raisins."
"No--no!" Mrs Lascelles repeated the injunction to the frightened
steward, and then returned aft, and re-entered into a conversation with
Pickersgill, in which for the first time, Corbett now joined. Corbett
had sense enough to feel, that the less he came forward until his
superior had established himself in the good graces of the ladies, the
more favourable would be the result.
In the meantime Cecilia had gone down to her aunt, who still continued
to wail and lament. The young lady tried all she could to console her,
and to persuade her that if they were civil and obedient they had
nothing to fear.
"Civil and obedient, indeed!" cried Miss Ossulton, "to a fellow who is a
smuggler and a pirate! I, the sister of Lord B---! Never! The
presumption of the wretch!"
"That is all very well, aunt; but recollect, we must submit to
circumstances. These men insist upon our dining with them; and we must
go, or we shall have no dinner."
"I, sit down with a pirate! Never! I'll have no dinner--I'll starve--
I'll die!"
"But, my dear aunt, it's the only chance we have of obtaining our
release; and if you do not do it Mrs Lascelles will think that you wish
to remain with them."
"Mrs Lascelles judges of other people by herself."
"The captain is certainly a very well-behaved, handsome man. He looks
like a nobleman in disguise. What an odd thing it would be, aunt, if
this should be all a hoax!"
"A hoax, child?" replied Miss Ossulton, sitting up on the sofa.
Cecilia found that she had hit the right nail, as the saying is; and she
brought forward so many arguments to prove that she thought it was a
hoax to frighten them, and that the gentleman above was a man of
consequence, that her aunt began to listen to reason, and at last
consented to join the dinner-party. Mrs Lascelles now came down below;
and when dinner was announced they repaired to the large cabin, where
they found Pickersgill and Corbett waiting for them.
Miss Ossulton did not venture to look up, until she heard Pickersgill
say to Mrs Lascelles, "Perhaps, madam, you will do me the favour to
introduce me to that lady, whom I have not had the honour of seeing
before?"
"Certainly, my lord," replied Mrs Lascelles. "Miss Ossulton, the aunt
of this young lady."
Mrs Lascelles purposely did not introduce _his lordship_ in return,
that she might mystify the old spinster.
"I feel highly honoured in finding, myself in the company of Miss
Ossulton," said Pickersgill. "Ladies, we wait but for you to sit down.
Ossulton, take the head of the table and serve the soup."
Miss Ossulton was astonished; she looked at the smugglers, and perceived
two well-dressed gentlemanly men, one of whom was apparently a lord and
the other having the same family name.
"It must be all a hoax," thought she, and she very quietly took to her
soup.
The dinner passed off very pleasantly; Pickersgill was agreeable,
Corbett funny, and Miss Ossulton so far recovered herself as to drink
wine with his lordship, and to ask Corbett what branch of their family
he belonged to.
"I presume it's the Irish branch?" said Mrs Lascelles, prompting him.
"Exactly, madam," replied Corbett.
"Have you ever been to Torquay, ladies?" inquired Pickersgill.
"No, my lord," answered Mrs Lascelles.
"We shall anchor there in the course of an hour, and probably remain
there till to-morrow. Steward, bring coffee. Tell the cook these
cutlets were remarkably well-dressed."
The ladies retired to their cabin. Miss Ossulton was now convinced that
it was all a hoax; "but," said she, "I shall tell Lord B--- my opinion
of their practical jokes when he returns. What is his lordship's name
who is on board?"
"He won't tell us," replied Mrs Lascelles; "but I think I know; it is
Lord Blarney."
"Lord Blaney you mean, I presume," said Miss Ossulton; "however the
thing is carried too far. Cecilia, we will go on shore at Torquay, and
wait till the yacht returns with Lord B---. I don't like these jokes;
they may do very well for widows, and people of no rank."
Now Mrs Lascelles was sorry to find Miss Ossulton so much at her ease.
She owed her no little spite, and wished for revenge. Ladies will go
very far to obtain this. How far Mrs Lascelles would have gone, I will
not pretend to say; but this is certain, that the last innuendo of Miss
Ossulton very much added to her determination. She took her bonnet and
went on deck, at once told Pickersgill that he could not please her or
Cecilia more than by frightening Miss Ossulton, who, under the idea that
it was all a hoax, had quite recovered her spirits; talked of her pride
and ill-nature, and wished her to receive a useful lesson. Thus, to
follow up her revenge, did Mrs Lascelles commit herself so far, as to
be confidential with the smuggler in return.
"Mrs Lascelles, I shall be able to obey you, and, at the same time, to
combine business with pleasure."
After a short conversation, the yacht dropped her anchor at Torquay. It
was then about two hours before sunset. As soon as the sails were
furled, one or two gentlemen, who resided there, came on board to pay
their respects to Lord B---; and, as Pickersgill had found out from
Cecilia that her father was acquainted with no one there, he received
them in person; asked them down in the cabin--called for wine--and
desired them to send their boats away, as his own was going on shore.
The smugglers took great care that the steward, cook, and lady's-maid,
should have no communication with the guests; one of them, by Corbett's
direction, being a sentinel over each individual. The gentlemen
remained about half-an-hour on board, during which Corbett and the
smugglers had filled the portmanteaus found in the cabin with the lace,
and they were put in the boat; Corbett then landed the gentlemen in the
same boat, and went up to the hotel, the smugglers following him with
the portmanteaus, without any suspicion or interruption. As soon as he
was there, he ordered post-horses, and set off for a town close by,
where he had correspondents; and thus the major part of the cargo was
secured. Corbett then returned in the night, bringing with him people
to receive the goods; and the smugglers landed the silks, teas,
etcetera, with the same good fortune. Everything was out of the yacht
except a portion of the lace, which the portmanteaus would not hold.
Pickersgill might easily have sent this on shore; but, to please Mrs
Lascelles, he arranged otherwise.
The next morning, about an hour after breakfast was finished, Mrs
Lascelles entered the cabin pretending to be in the greatest
consternation, and fell on the sofa as if she were going to faint.
"Good heavens! What is the matter?" exclaimed Cecilia, who knew very
well what was coming.
"Oh, the wretch! He has made such proposals!"
"Proposals! What proposals? What! Lord Blaney?" cried Miss Ossulton.
"Oh, he's no lord! He's a villain and a smuggler! And he insists that
we shall both fill our pockets full of lace, and go on shore with him."
"Mercy on me! Then it is no hoax after all; and I've been sitting down
to dinner with a smuggler!"
"Sitting down, madam!--if it were to be no more than that--but we are to
take his arm up to the hotel. Oh dear! Cecilia, I am ordered on deck;
pray, come with me!"
Miss Ossulton rolled on the sofa, and rang for Phoebe; she was in a
state of great alarm.
A knock at the door.
"Come in," said Miss Ossulton, thinking it was Phoebe; when Pickersgill
made his appearance.
"What do you want, sir? Go out, sir! Go out directly, of I'll scream!"
"It is no use screaming, madam; recollect, that all on board are at my
service. You, will oblige me by listening to me, Miss Ossulton. I am,
as you know, a smuggler; and I must send this lace on shore. You will
oblige me by putting, it into your pockets, or about your person, and
prepare to go on shore with me. As soon as we arrive at the hotel, you
will deliver it to me, and I then shall re-conduct you on board of the
yacht. You are not the first lady who has gone on shore with contraband
articles about her person."
"Me, sir! Go on shore in that way? No, sir--never! What will the
world say?--the Hon. Miss Ossulton walking with a smuggler! No, sir--
never!"
"Yes, madam; walking arm-in-arm with a smuggler: I shall have you on one
arm, and Mrs Lascelles on the other; and I would advise you to take it
very quietly; for, in the first place, it will be you who smuggle, as
the goods will be found on your person, and you will certainly be put in
prison: for at the least appearance of insubordination, we run and
inform against you; and further, your niece will remain on board as a
hostage for your good behaviour--and if you have any regard for her
liberty, you will consent immediately."
Pickersgill left the cabin, and shortly afterwards Cecilia and Mrs
Lascelles entered, apparently much distressed. They had been informed
of all, and Mrs Lascelles declared, that for her part, sooner than
leave her poor Cecilia to the mercy of such people, she had made up her
mind to submit to the smuggler's demands. Cecilia also begged so
earnestly, that Miss Ossulton, who had no idea that it was a trick, with
much sobbing and blubbering, consented.
When all was ready, Cecilia left the cabin; Pickersgill came down,
handed up the two ladies, who had not exchanged a word with each other
during Cecilia's absence; the boat was ready alongside--they went in,
and pulled on shore. Everything succeeded to the smuggler's
satisfaction. Miss Ossulton, frightened out of her wits, took his arm;
and, with Mrs Lascelles on the other, they went up to the hotel,
followed by four of his boat's crew. As soon as they were shown into a
room, Corbett, who was already on shore, asked for Lord B---, and joined
them. The ladies retired to another apartment, divested themselves of
their contraband goods, and, after calling for some sandwiches and wine,
Pickersgill waited an hour, and then returned on board. Mrs Lascelles
was triumphant; and she rewarded her new ally--the smuggler--with one of
her sweetest smiles. Community of interest will sometimes make strange
friendships.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
CONCLUSION.
We must now return to the other parties who have assisted in the acts of
this little drama. Lord B---, after paddling and paddling, the men
relieving each other, in order to make head against the wind, which was
off shore, arrived about midnight at a small town in West Bay, from
whence he took a chaise on to Portsmouth, taking it for granted that his
yacht would arrive as soon as, if not before himself, little imagining
that it was in possession of the smugglers. There he remained three or
four days, when, becoming impatient, he applied to one of his friends
who had a yacht at Cowes, and sailed with him to look after his own.
We left the _Happy-go-lucky_ chased by the revenue-cutter. At first the
smuggler had the advantage before the wind; but, by degrees, the wind
went round with the sun, and brought the revenue-cutter leeward: it was
then a chase on a wind, and the revenue-cutter came fast up with her.
Morrison, perceiving that he had no chance of escape, let run the ankers
of brandy that he might not be condemned; but still he was in an awkward
situation, as he had more men on board than allowed by Act of
Parliament. He therefore stood on, notwithstanding the shot of the
cutter went over and over him hoping, that a fog or night might enable
him to escape; but he had no such good fortune; one of the shot carried
away the head of his mast, and the _Happy-go-lucky's_ luck was all over.
He was boarded and taken possession of; he asserted that the extra men
were only passengers; but, in the first place, they were dressed in
seamen's clothes; and, in the second, as soon as the boat was aboard of
her, Appleboy had gone down to his gin-toddy, and was not to be
disturbed. The gentlemen smugglers therefore passed an uncomfortable
night; and the cutter going Portland by daylight, before Appleboy was
out of bed, they were taken on shore to the magistrate. Hautaine
explained the whole affair, and they were immediately released and
treated with respect; but they were not permitted to depart until they
were bound over to appear against the smugglers, and prove the brandy
having been on board. They then set off for Portsmouth in the seamen's
clothes, having had quite enough of yachting for that season, Mr
Ossulton declaring that he only wanted to get his luggage, and then he
would take care how he put himself again in the way of the shot of a
revenue cruiser, or of sleeping a night on her decks.
In the mean time Morrison and his men were locked up in the gaol, the
old man, as the key was turned on him, exclaiming, as he raised his foot
in vexation, "That cursed blue pigeon!"
We will now return to the yacht.
About an hour after Pickersgill had come on board, Corbett had made all
his arrangements and followed him. It was not advisable to remain at
Torquay any longer, through fear of discovery; he therefore weighed
anchor before dinner, and made sail.
"What do you intend to do now, my lord?" said Mrs Lascelles.
"I intend to run down to Cowes, anchor the yacht in the night, and an
hour before daylight have you in my boat with all my men. I will take
care that you are in perfect safety, depend upon it, even if I run a
risk. I should, indeed, be miserable, if, through my wild freaks, any
accident should happen to Mrs Lascelles or Miss Ossulton."
"I am very anxious about my father," observed Cecilia. "I trust that
you will keep your promise."
"I always have hitherto, Miss Ossulton; have I not?"
"Ours is but a short and strange acquaintance."
"I grant it; but it will serve for you to talk about long after. I
shall disappear as suddenly as I have come--you will neither of you, in
all probability, ever see me again."
The dinner was announced, and they sat down to table as before; but the
elderly spinster refused to make her appearance, and Mr Lascelles and
Cecilia, who thought she had been frightened enough, did not attempt to
force her. Pickersgill immediately yielded to these remonstrances, and
from that time she remained undisturbed in the ladies' cabin, meditating
over the indignity of having sat down to table, having drank wine, and
been obliged to walk on shore, taking the arm of a smuggler, and appear
in such a humiliating situation.
The wind was light, and they made but little progress, and were not
abreast of Portland till the second day, when another yacht appeared in
sight, and the two vessels slowly neared, until in the afternoon they
were within four miles of each other. It then fell a dead calm: signals
were thrown out by the other yacht, but could not be distinguished, and,
for the last time, they sat down to dinner. Three days' companionship
on board of a vessel, cooped up together, and having no one else to
converse with, will produce intimacy; and Pickersgill was a young man of
so much originality and information, that he was listened to with
pleasure. He never attempted to advance beyond the line of strict
decorum and politeness; and his companion was equally unpresuming.
Situated as they were, and feeling what must have been the case had they
fallen into other hands, both Cecilia and Mrs Lascelles felt some
degree of gratitude towards him; and although anxious to be relieved
from so strange a position, they had gradually acquired a perfect
confidence in him; and this had produced a degree of familiarity on
their parts, although never ventured upon by the smuggler. As Corbett
was at the table, one of the men came down and made a sign. Corbett,
shortly after quitted the table and went on deck. "I wish, my lord, you
would come up a moment, and see if you can make this flag out," said
Corbett, giving a significant nod to Pickersgill. "Excuse me, ladies,
one moment," said Pickersgill, who went on deck.
"It is the boat of the yacht coming on board," said Corbett; "and Lord
B--- is in the stern-sheets with the gentleman who was with him."
"And how many men in the boat?--let me see--only four. Well, let his
lordship and his friend come: when they are on the deck, have the men
ready in case of accident; but if you can manage to tell the boat's crew
that they are to go on board again, and get rid of them that way, so
much the better. Arrange this with Adams, and then come down again--his
lordship must see us all at dinner."
Pickersgill then descended, and Corbett had hardly time to give his
directions and to resume his seat, before his lordship and Mr Stewart
pulled up alongside and jumped on deck. There was no one to receive
them but the seamen, and those whom they did not know. They looked
round in amazement; at last his lordship said to Adams, who stood
forward--"What men are you?"
"Belong to the yacht, ye'r honour."
Lord B--- heard laughing in the cabin; he would not wait to interrogate
the men; he walked aft, followed by Mr Stewart, looked down the
skylight, and perceived his daughter and Mrs Lascelles, with, as he
supposed, Hautaine and Ossulton.
Pickersgill had heard the boat rub the side, and the sound of the feet
on deck, and he talked the more loudly, that the ladies might be caught
by Lord B--- as they were. He heard their feet at the skylight, and
knew that they could hear what passed; and at that moment he proposed to
the ladies that as this was their last meeting at table they should all
take a glass of champagne to drink to "their happy meeting with Lord
B---." This was a toast which they did not refuse. Maddox poured out
the wine, and they were all bowing to each other, when his lordship, who
had come down the ladder, walked into the cabin, followed by Mr
Stewart. Cecilia perceived her father; the champagne-glass dropped from
her hand--she flew into his arms, and burst into tears.
"Who would not be a father, Mrs Lascelles?" said Pickersgill, quietly
seating himself, after having first risen to receive Lord B---.
"And pray, whom may I have the honour of finding established here?" said
Lord B---, in an angry tone, speaking over his daughter's head, who
still lay in his arms. "By heavens, yes!--Stewart, it is the smuggling
captain dressed out."
"Even so, my lord," replied Pickersgill. "You abandoned your yacht to
capture me; you left these ladies in a vessel crippled for want of men;
they might have been lost. I have returned good for evil by coming on
board with my own people, and taking charge of them. This night I
expected to have anchored your vessel in Cowes, and have left them in
safety."
"By the--" cried Stewart.
"Stop, sir, if you please!" cried Pickersgill; "recollect you have once
already attacked one who never offended. Oblige me by refraining from
intemperate language; for I tell you I will not put up with it.
Recollect, sir, that I have refrained from that, and also from taking
advantage of you when you were in my power. Recollect, sir, also, that
the yacht is still in possession of the smugglers, and that you are in
no condition to insult with impunity. My lord, allow me to observe,
that we men are too hot of temperament to argue or listen coolly. With
your permission, your friend, and my friend, and I, will repair on deck,
leaving you to hear from your daughter and that lady all that has
passed. After that, my lord, I shall be most happy to hear anything
which your lordship may please to say."
"Upon my word--" commenced Mr Stewart.
"Mr Stewart," interrupted Cecilia Ossulton, "I request your silence;
nay, more, if ever we are again to sail in the same vessel together, I
_insist_ upon it."
"Your lordship will oblige me by enforcing Miss Ossulton's request,"
said Mrs Lascelles.
Mr Stewart was dumbfounded--no wonder--to find the ladies siding with
the smuggler.
"I am obliged to you, ladies, for your interference," said Pickersgill;
"for, although I have the means of enforcing conditions, I should be
sorry to avail myself of them. I wait for his lordship's reply."
Lord B--- was very much surprised. He wished for an explanation; he
bowed with _hauteur_. Everybody appeared to be in a false position;
even he, Lord B---, somehow or another had bowed to a smuggler.
Pickersgill and Stewart went on deck, walking up and down, crossing each
other without speaking, but reminding you of two dogs who are both
anxious to fight, but have been restrained by the voice of their
masters. Corbett followed, and talked in a low tone to Pickersgill;
Stewart went over to leeward to see if the boat was still alongside, but
it had long before returned to the yacht. Miss Ossulton had heard her
brother's voice, but did not come out of the after-cabin; she wished to
be magnificent, and at the same time she was not sure whether all was
right, Phoebe having informed her that there was nobody with her brother
and Mr Stewart, and that the smugglers still had the command of the
vessel. After a while, Pickersgill and Corbett went down forward, and
returned dressed in the smugglers' clothes, when they resumed their walk
on deck.
In the mean time it was dark; the cutter flew along the coast, and the
Needles' lights were on the larboard bow. The conversation between
Cecilia, Mrs Lascelles, and her father, was long. When all had been
detailed, and the conduct of Pickersgill duly represented, Lord
B--- acknowledged that, by attacking the smuggler, he had laid himself
open to retaliation; that Pickersgill had shown a great deal of
forbearance in every instance; and after all, had he not gone on board
the yacht, she might have been lost, with only three seamen on board.
He was amused with the smuggling and the fright of his sister, still
more with the gentlemen being sent to Cherbourg, and much consoled that
he was not the only one to be laughed at. He was also much pleased with
Pickersgill's intention of leaving the yacht safe in Cowes harbour, his
respect for the property on board, and his conduct to the ladies. On
the whole, he felt grateful to Pickersgill, and where there is gratitude
there is always good will.
"But who can he be?" said Mrs Lascelles; "his name he acknowledges not
to be Pickersgill, and he told me confidentially that he was of good
family."
"Confidentially, my dear Mrs Lascelles!" said Lord B---.
"Oh, yes! We are both his confidants. Are we not, Cecilia?"
"Upon my honour, Mrs Lascelles, this smuggler appears to have made an
impression which many have attempted in vain."
Mrs Lascelles did not reply to the remark, but said, "Now, my lord, you
must decide--and I trust you will, to oblige us; treat him as he has
treated us, with the greatest respect and kindness."
"Why should you suppose otherwise?" replied Lord B---; "it is not only
my wish but my interest so to do. He may take us over to France
to-night, or anywhere else. Has he not possession of the vessel?"
"Yes," replied Cecilia; "but we flatter ourselves that we have _the
command_. Shall we call him down, papa?"
"Ring for Maddox. Maddox, tell Mr Pickersgill, who is on deck, that I
wish to speak with him, and shall be obliged by his stepping down into
the cabin."
"Who, my lord? What? _Him_?"
"Yes; _him_," replied Cecilia, laughing.
"Must I call him my lord, now, miss?"
"You may do as you please, Maddox; but recollect he is still in
possession of the vessel," replied Cecilia.
"Then, with your lordship's permission, I will; it's the safest way."
The smuggler entered the cabin, the ladies started as he appeared in his
rough costume. With his throat open, and his loose black handkerchief,
he was the _beau ideal_ of a handsome sailor.
"Your lordship wishes to communicate with me?"
"Mr Pickersgill, I feel that you have had cause of enmity against me,
and that you have behaved with forbearance. I thank you for your
considerate treatment of the ladies; and I assure you, that I feel no
resentment for what has passed."
"My lord, I am quite satisfied with what you have said; and I only hope
that, in future, you will not interfere with a poor smuggler, who may be
striving, by a life of danger and privation, to procure subsistence for
himself, and, perhaps, his family. I stated to these ladies my
intention of anchoring the yacht this night at Cowes, and leaving her as
soon as she was in safety. Your unexpected presence will only make this
difference, which is, that I must previously obtain your lordship's
assurance that those with you will allow me and my men to quit her
without molestation, after we have performed this service."
"I pledge you my word, Mr Pickersgill, and thank you into the bargain.
I trust you will allow me to offer some remuneration."
"Most certainly not, my lord."
"At all events, Mr Pickersgill, if, at any other time, I can be of
service, you may command me."
Pickersgill made no reply.
"Surely, Mr Pickersgill--"
"Pickersgill! How I hate that name!" said the smuggler, musing. "I beg
your lordship's pardon--If I may require your assistance for any of my
unfortunate companions--"
"Not for yourself, Mr Pickersgill?" said Mrs Lascelles.
"Madam, I smuggle no more."
"For the pleasure I feel in hearing that resolution, Mr Pickersgill,"
said Cecilia, "take my hand and thanks."
"And mine," said Mrs Lascelles, half crying.
"And mine, too," said Lord B---, rising up.
Pickersgill passed the back of his hand across his eyes, turned round,
and left the cabin.
"I'm so happy!" said Mrs Lascelles, bursting into tears.
"He's a magnificent fellow," observed Lord B---. "Come, let us all go
on deck."
"You have not seen my aunt, papa."
"True; I'll go in to her, and then follow you."
The ladies went upon deck. Cecilia entered into conversation with Mr
Stewart, giving him a narrative of what had happened. Mrs Lascelles
sat abaft at the taffrail, with her pretty hand supporting her cheek,
looking very much _a la Juliette_.
"Mrs Lascelles," said Pickersgill, "before we part, allow me to
observe, that it is _you_ who have induced me to give up my
profession--"
"Why me, Mr Pickersgill?"
"You said that you did not like it."
Mrs Lascelles felt the force of the compliment.
"You said just now that you hated the name of Pickersgill: why do you
call yourself so?"
"It was my smuggling name, Mrs Lascelles."
"And now that you have left off smuggling, pray what may be the name we
are to call you by?"
"I cannot resume it till I have not only left this vessel, but shaken
hands with, and bid farewell to my companions; and by that time, Mrs
Lascelles, I shall be away from you."
"But I've a great curiosity to know it; and a lady's curiosity must be
gratified. You must call upon me some day, and tell it me. Here is my
address."
Pickersgill received the card with a low bow: and Lord B--- coming on
deck, Mrs Lascelles hastened to meet him.
The vessel was now passing the Bridge at the Needles, and the smuggler
piloted her on. As soon as they were clear and well inside, the whole
party went down into the cabin, Lord B--- requesting Pickersgill and
Corbett to join him in a parting glass. Mr Stewart, who had received
the account of what had passed from Cecilia, was very attentive to
Pickersgill and took an opportunity of saying that he was sorry that he
had said or done anything to annoy him. Every one recovered his
spirits: and all was good humour and mirth, because Miss Ossulton
adhered her resolution of not quitting the cabin till she could quit the
yacht. At ten o'clock the yacht was anchored. Pickersgill took his
leave of the honourable company and went in his boat with his men; and
Lord B--- was again in possession of his vessel, although he had not
ship's company. Maddox recovered his usual tone; and the cook
flourished his knife, swearing that he should like to see the smuggler
who would again order him to dress cutlets _a l'ombre Chinoise_.
The yacht had remained three days at Cowes, when Lord B--- received a
letter from Pickersgill, stating that the men of his vessel had been
captured, and would be condemned, in consequence of their having the
gentlemen on board, who were bound to appear against them, to prove that
they had sunk the brandy. Lord B--- paid all the recognisances, and the
men were liberated for want of evidence.
It was about two years after this that Cecilia Ossulton, who was sitting
at her work-table in deep mourning for her aunt, was presented with a
letter by the butler. It was from her friend Mrs Lascelles, informing
her that she was married again to a Mr Davenant, and intended to pay
her, a short visit on her way to the Continent. Mr and Mrs Davenant
arrived the next day; and when the latter introduced her husband, she
said to Miss Ossulton, "Look, Cecilia, dear, and tell me if you have
ever seen Davenant before."
Cecilia looked earnestly: "I have, indeed," cried she at last, extending
her hand with warmth; "and happy am I to meet with him again."
For in Mr Davenant she recognised her old acquaintance the captain of
the _Happy-go-lucky_, Jack Pickersgill the smuggler.
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