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"Is it true?" asked Ida.

"Quite true, Ida," I replied.

"I shall call it--

"NEPTUNE: A STORY OF STRANGE MEETINGS.

"'The world is not so _very_ wide after all!'



"This exclamation, or one somewhat akin to it, we are constantly hearing in these times of rapid travelling. For my own part I am never in the slightest degree astonished at meeting any old friend anywhere, for nowadays there seems but little to prevent everybody from going everywhere.

"I could instance scores of cases of strange and unexpected meetings from the diary of my own life, and some of them would be amusing enough, but one or two must suffice.

"When I first left home to join the service I left Geordie M--ploughing in one of my father's fields, with an ox and the 'orra' beast. I specially mention the ox and the 'orra' beast, by way of showing that Geordie was by no means even a first-cla.s.s ploughman. [Orra, _Scotice_ 'of all work,' or 'for doing odd jobs.'] He was an _orra_ man himself, and couldn't be trusted with a team of the best horses. He was slow in his motions, and slow in his notions; he wore a corduroy coat, his boots weighed pounds, he never lifted his feet, but trailed them; such was Geordie.

"Just two years after this I was one day sitting forward in the sick bay examining and taking the names of a batch of marines who had come to join us from another s.h.i.+p. It was at Bombay, and the weather was hot, and I was drowsy, so I seldom looked twice at my man, and was not in the best of tempers; but there was one marine in the lot, and a right smart clean-footed fellow he was, who attracted my attention, because he laughed when I spoke to him. He talked in the broadest of Scotch, and the very sound of his voice recalled to my memory Highland hills clothed in blooming heather. I rubbed my eyes and looked at him again. As sure as I live it was Geordie.

"I bade good-by to a medical friend of mine once in Soho Square. He was going away to the country to get married, and settle down in a mining district among the Welsh hills. Years flew by. I was out on the eastern sh.o.r.es of Africa. We were hunting slavers. One rascally old dhow gave us much trouble and a long chase. We ran her at last down to shooting distance, and as she would not stop we brought our big guns to bear on her; still she flew on, and on, fair and square before the wind, till a lucky shot knocked the mainmast out of her. When we boarded her, the very first person seen on deck was the medical friend I had bidden a final adieu to--as I thought--in Soho Square. There was not much mystery about the matter after all. He had _not_ got married. He had not settled down among the Welsh mountains. He was on his way to Zanzibar to join a mission, and had taken pa.s.sage in this dhow for cheapness' sake.

"Peter Middleton--this is not his real name--was a blacksmith's apprentice in my parish. He was clever, too clever, for he often got into trouble for requisitioning hares, rabbits, and such small cattle of the hills. When he took at last to paying midnight visits to the farmers' fowl-runs, the farmers waxed wroth, and Peter had to run himself, and no more was heard of him in that place. My s.h.i.+p was lying some time after at a town in South Australia, and I received a polite but badly spelt note from a resident medical man requesting me to come on sh.o.r.e for consultation on a difficult case. The house was a smart one and well-furnished, but judge of my surprise to find that the doctor himself was no other than Peter Middleton, ex-poacher and poultry-fancier. It is a strange world!

"But to my tale. I very seldom travel anywhere, by sea or land, without taking as a companion a well-trained and handsome dog. It is nearly always a pure black Newfoundland, a breed for which I have obtained some celebrity. These animals are of such extreme beauty and so prepossessing in manners, and so n.o.ble withal, that they never fail to make friends wherever they go. It may seem a strange thing to say, but it is strictly true nevertheless, that my dogs have introduced me to many of those who at the present moment I rank among my most valued acquaintances.

"About two years before the tremendous war broke out between Germany and France, happening to have earned a 'spell of leave' as sailors call it, I was very naturally spending it in touring through the Scottish Highlands, my only companion being as usual a n.o.ble Newfoundland, who not only performed the duties of bodyguard and sentry over my person, but also those of light porter, for he carried my portmanteau. Had I possessed any desire for exclusiveness on this journey, I should have been quite miserable, for wherever I went--on steamboat, in trains, or walking on foot--my princely companion was the subject of conversation and admiration. If I had tied a slate about my neck and pretended to be deaf and dumb, I might have been allowed to hold my tongue, but I should have had to write.

"Who that has travelled in summer among the Western Isles of Scotland, does not know the grand steams.h.i.+ps of the country, with their splendid decks and palatial saloons. One beautiful day my dog and I were on board one of these boats on our way to Portree, the capital of Skye.

Nero was looking his best and sauciest, his crimson silver-clasped collar showing off his raven-black colour to the best advantage. I seated myself in an out-of-the-way corner right abaft, with a book to read, and threw my tartan plaid over the dog. I thought we should thus escape observation, and I would not have to answer the same questions over and over again which I had been replying to for the last month.

But the book was too interesting. I became absorbed in it, I lost myself, and when I found myself again, I found I had lost my dog. But yonder he was with quite a crowd about him, his beauty greatly enhanced by the rich colours of the plaid that floated from his broad back on each side of him, making him look like some gaily caparisoned elephant or embryo Jumbo. From the laughing and talking I could hear, it was evident he was amusing them by performing his various tricks, such as sneezing, making a bow, saying 'yes,' standing on alternate legs, etc, all of which brought him buns and t.i.t-bits.

"'Your dog's been 'avin' a blow out,' a sailor said to me. 'I see'd 'im eat the best 'alf of a turkey, besides two pork-pies, and no end of lumps of sugar, biscuits, and buns.'

"I soon stopped the performance, but did not get away until I had told the whole history of the dog, his breed and pedigree, and the points and characteristics, whims and oddities of Newfoundlands, and about fifty anecdotes of dogs in general, given a kind of canine lecture; in fact, I had become used to the role of public platformist by this time.

"The dog slipped down that day to dinner with the rest of us, and lay down between a young German gentleman and myself. The steward wished to turn the dog out. I said 'certainly, by all means.' The great good-natured dog also said 'certainly, by all means,' when the steward addressed him; 'but,' the dog added, 'you'll have to carry me.'

"As the Newfoundland weighed over nine stone, the steward permitted him to remain. Then the German and I got talking about the weather, the s.h.i.+p, the sea, my country, his country, history, poetry, music and painting. His English was very good and his accent almost faultless, and his conversational powers were great; but though he could speak well, he could also listen, and the earnest look, the smile, or the occasional hearty though well-timed laugh, showed he possessed a soul that could appreciate originality in others, in whatever form it came.

Before I was an hour in this young German's company, I had come to the conclusion that there were only _two_ human beings on board the steamer, and that they were Hans Hegel and myself. I have reason to believe that Hegel himself was much of the same opinion.

"We stayed at the same hotel, and next morning--and a delightful morning it was--as we sat together on the pine-clad hill, with the blue waters of the Loch s.h.i.+mmering in the suns.h.i.+ne far beneath us, and on every side the marvellous rocks and wondrous hills, we agreed to travel in each other's company for the next three weeks at least.

"When I say that those three weeks got extended to six, it will readily be believed that we enjoyed ourselves thoroughly. Of all romantic scenery it has ever been my luck in life to gaze upon, that of the 'Winged Isle' is by far and away the most enchanting. See Skye in summer, and you will have something to think about and dream about until your dying day.

"I was somewhat proud to be able to show my newly found friend all the wild beauties of the island, the mysterious caves among its rocks, the frowning glories of its mountains, the sylvan sweetness that hovers dream-like around bonnie Armadale, and the awesome sublimities of lonely Coruishk. I know Skye _so_ well, and there was not a glen, a hill, a bleak moorland or one mile of surf-tormented beach, on which I could not cause to reappear the heroes and heroines of a bygone age. There was no attempt at effect in anything I said; I told but what I knew, I spoke but what I felt, and if I did sometimes warm to my subject or description, the warmth welled right up from the bottom of my heart.

"Every enjoyment must come to an end at last. I got a letter one morning--a long white service envelope contained it--which demanded my presence on the other side of the world.

"We were reclining on a wild-thyme scented knoll not far from the edge of a cliff, that went down a sheer five-hundred feet to the sea below.

We could hear the boulders thundering on the beach, though we could not see them. Beyond this was the Minch, flaked with foam; it was a breezy day, and far away on the horizon the blue outline of the Harris hills.

"'No,' he said, in answer to a question of mine. 'We will not hamper each other with a promise to correspond. This world is full of sad partings. We must bend to the inevitable. I'll think of you though, sometimes, and Skye, and this lovely dog.'

"'I have one of his puppies,' I said, 'he shall be yours.'

"The Franco-German war was over; even the demon of civilised warfare had been exorcised at last by blood and tears, and peace smiled sadly on the soil of France once more.

"I had been for a short time attached to a corps of German dragoons, in the capacity of correspondent. But there was little more for me to do now, only I think the officers, with whom I had got very friendly, wished me to see their reception at home, and I could not resist the temptation to march along with them. I have often been 'homeward bound,' but never saw before such genuine happiness as I now did. How they talked of the mothers, wives, sweethearts, and little ones they were soon again to see, and often too with a sigh and a manly tear or two about the comrades they left behind them under the green sod!

"Our mess was a very jolly one. Sometimes at night the wind rose and roared, causing our tents--we _had_ a tent then--to flap like sails in a storm at sea. Or the rain would beat against it, until the canvas first sweated inside, then dropped water, then ran water, till we were drenched. But, whether drenched or dry, we always sang, oh! such rattling choruses. The villages we pa.s.sed through had all we wanted to buy, the villagers often scowled, and I think they were usually glad to see our backs. But some fawned on us like whipped hounds for the sake of the money we spent. Yet I must say in justice that the Germans took no unfair advantage, and if any allusion was made to them as conquerors, they but laughed carelessly, muttered something about the fortunes of war, and changed the subject.

"I was riding along one morning early, when I saw several of our fellows on the brow of a hill looking back with some degree of interest, but trotting on all the same.

"I should have followed their example, but the mournful howling of a dog attracted my attention, and went straight to my very heart. So I rode up and over the hill.

"I was hardly prepared for what I saw. A beautiful black Newfoundland, whining pitifully beside what appeared to be the dead body of a man.

"I dismounted, and the dog came to meet me. He jumped and fawned on me, then rushed wildly back to the side of that prostrate form. But I stood as if one transfixed. I could not mistake those eyes. It was Neptune, that I had given--a seven months' old puppy--to Hans Hegel three years before.

"And the poor fellow who lay before me with sadly gashed face, upturned to the morning sun, was Hegel himself.

"He lay on his sword, lay as he had fallen, and the absence of the coat, the sash-bound waist, and sleeve up-rolled, told to me the history of his trouble in a way there was no mistaking. He had fallen in a duel.

"But was he dead? No. For, soon after I had raised him in my arms, and poured a little cordial down his throat, he opened his eyes, gazed bewilderedly at me for a moment, then his hand tightened on mine and he smiled. He knew me.

"I should have liked some of those strange people who do not love dogs to have been present just then, to witness the looks of grat.i.tude in poor Neptune's eyes as he tenderly licked my hand with his soft tongue.

"My regiment went on: I stayed at the nearest village hostelry with Hans Hegel.

"When he was well enough he told me the story of the duel. So far the affair was unromantic enough, for there was not a lady in it. The quarrel had been forced upon him by a fire-eating Frenchman, and swords were drawn on a point of national honour.

"'I owe my life to you,' Hegel said.

"'You owe your life,' I replied, 'to Heaven and that faithful dog.'"

"And now, Sir Stranger," I said as I concluded my story, "we look to you."

"Well," said the cyclist, "as you gave a name to your tale, I daresay I must follow suit. Your tale had a dog in it. Mine has a horse, and as the horse's name was Doddie, so I call my story."

CHAPTER NINE.

OLD DODDIE; THE CYCLIST'S STORY.

"Thro'out the annals of the land, Tho' he may hold himself the least, That man I honour and revere, Who, without favour, without fear, In the great city dares to stand The friend of every friendless beast."

Longfellow.

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