Shifting Winds: A Tough Yarn Part 18

"How does it happen, Miss Flouncer, that you are not already acquainted with these things?"

"Because I have been absent from home for more than two months, and, if I mistake not, Sir Richard's ignorance rests on somewhat similar foundation."

Miss Flouncer smiled and undulated towards the baronet, who, being thus pointedly appealed to, smiled and bowed in return, and begged that I would relate the facts of the case.

I observed that my son Gildart pressed Miss Puff to attempt another tart, and whispered something impertinent in her ear, for the poor thing's pink round face suddenly became scarlet, and she puffed out in a dangerously explosive manner with suppressed laughter.

"Well then," said I, addressing myself to Miss Flouncer, "a month or so before the lawyer brought Mrs Gaff tidings of her good fortune, her brother-in-law John Furby was drowned. The brave fellow, who, you are aware, was c.o.xswain of our lifeboat, and has helped to save many a life since he was appointed to that post of danger, went off in his own fis.h.i.+ng-boat one day. A squall upset the boat, and although the accident was seen from the sh.o.r.e, and several boats put off at once to the rescue, four of the crew perished, and Furby was one of these.

"The scene in Gaff's cottage when the body was carried in and laid on the bed, was heartrending for the woe occasioned to poor Mrs Gaff by the recent loss of her husband and little boy was, as it were, poured upon her head afresh, and for some time she was inconsolable. My good niece went frequently to read the Bible and pray with her, and I believe it was the blessed influence of G.o.d's word that brought her at length to a state of calm resignation. What made her case worse was the fact, that, both husband and brother-in-law being taken away, she was left in a state of absolute dest.i.tution. Now, at this point she began to feel the value of the n.o.ble inst.i.tution of which I have the happiness of being an honorary agent--I mean the s.h.i.+pwrecked Fishermen and Mariners'

Society. Poor Furby had been a member for several years, and regularly paid his annual sum of three s.h.i.+llings. Stephen Gaff had also become a member, just before starting on his last voyage, having been persuaded thereto by Haco Barepoles, who is a stanch adherent and advocate of our cause. Many a sailor has Haco brought to me to enrol as a member, and many a widow and fatherless child has had occasion to thank G.o.d that he did so. Although Gaff had only paid his first year's contribution of three s.h.i.+llings, I took upon me to give the sum of 5 pounds to Mrs Gaff and her little girl, and the further sum of 3 pounds because of Furby's members.h.i.+p. This sum was quite sufficient to relieve her from want at the time, so that, in the midst of her deep affliction, she was spared the additional pains and anxieties of dest.i.tution."

"The society is a most n.o.ble one," said Miss Flouncer, with a burst of enthusiasm.

"It is," said I, much pleased with her warmth of manner; "I think--at least if my memory does not play me false--you are a contributor to its funds, are you not?"

"Well, a--no. I have not the pleasure--a--"

Miss Flouncer was evidently a little put out.

"Then I trust, my dear madam," said I, hasting to her relief by affording her an opportunity of being generous, "that you will allow me to put down your name as an annual subscriber."

Miss Flouncer, being a _very_ strong-minded woman, had recovered herself very suddenly, and replied with calm deliberation, accompanied by an undulation--

"No, Captain Bingley, I have made it a rule never to give charity from impulse; I always give, when I _do_ give--"

"Ahem!" coughed Gildart slightly.

"When I _do_ give," repeated Miss Flouncer, "from principle, and after a careful examination of the merits of each particular case."

"Indeed!" said Sir Richard, with an appearance of faint surprise; "what a bore you must find the examination of the cases!"

"By no means, Sir Richard. _Very_ little time suffices for each case, for many of them, I find, almost intuitively, merit dismissal on the spot; and I a.s.sure you it saves a great deal of money. You would be surprised if you knew how little I find it necessary to give away in charity in the course of the year."

Miss Flouncer undulated at Sir Richard as she gave utterance to this n.o.ble sentiment, and Mrs Bingley applauded it to Mr Stuart, who took no notice of the applause, and indicated no opinion on the point whatever.

"Now," continued Miss Flouncer, firmly, "before I become a subscriber to your society, Captain Bingley. I must be quite certain that it accomplishes much good, that it is worthy of support."

Being somewhat fired by the doubt that was implied in this speech, I replied with warmth--

"My dear madam, nothing will gratify me more than to enlighten you."

Hereupon I began an address, the substance of which is set down in the following chapter.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

JACK TAR BEFORE AND AFTER THE INSt.i.tUTION OF THE S.F.M.S.

One beautiful evening in autumn, many years ago, a sailor was observed to approach an English village which lay embosomed among trees, near the margin of a small stream whose waters gleamed in the rays of the setting sun.

The village was an inland one, far removed alike from the roar and the influences of the briny ocean. It must have cost the sailor some pain to reach it; for he walked with a crutch, and one of his bare feet was bandaged, and scarcely touched the ground at each step. He looked dusty and fatigued, yet he was a stout, well-favoured, robust young fellow, so that his hapless condition was evidently the result of recent misfortune and accident--not of prolonged sickness or want. He wore the picturesque blue jacket, wide trousers, and straw hat of a man-of-war's man; and exposed a large amount of brown chest beneath his blue flannel s.h.i.+rt, the broad collar of which was turned well over.

Going straight to the inn of the village, he begged for a night's food and lodging. Told a sad story, in off-hand fas.h.i.+on, of how he had been s.h.i.+pwrecked on the western isles of Scotland, where he had lost all he possessed, and had well-nigh lost his life too; but a brave fisherman had pulled him out of the surf by the hair of the head, and so he was saved alive, though with a broken leg, which took many weeks to mend.

When he was able to travel, he had set out with his crutch, and had walked two hundred miles on his way to Liverpool, where his poor wife and two helpless children were living in painful ignorance of his sad fate!

Of course this was enough to arouse all the sympathies of the villagers, few of whom had ever seen a real sailor of any kind in their lives--much less a s.h.i.+pwrecked one. So the poor fellow was received with open arms, entreated hospitably, lodged and fed at the public expense, and in the morning sent on his way rejoicing.

All the forenoon of that day the s.h.i.+pwrecked sailor limped on his way through a populous district of old England in the midst of picturesque scenery, gathering pence and victuals, ay, and silver and even gold too, from the pitying inhabitants as he went along. Towards the afternoon he came to a more thinly peopled district, and after leaving a small hamlet in which he had reaped a rich harvest he limped to the brow of the hill at the foot of which it lay, and gazed for a few minutes at the prospect before him.

It was a wide stretch of moorland, across which the road went in almost a straight line. There were slight undulations in the land, but no houses or signs of the presence of man.

Having limped on until the village was quite hidden from view, the sailor quietly put his crutch across his broad shoulder, and brightening up wonderfully, walked across the moor at the rate of full five miles an hour, whistling gaily in concert with the larks as he sped along.

An hour and a half of such walking brought him to a small patch of scrubby underwood, from the neighbourhood of which a large town could be seen looming against the evening sky in the far distance. The sailor entered the underwood with the air of a man who had aimed at the spot as a goal, and who meant to rest there a while. He reached an open s.p.a.ce, in the centre of which grew a stunted tree. Here he sat down, and taking off his wallet, ate a hearty supper of sc.r.a.ps of excellent bread, cheese, and meat, which he washed down with a draught of gin.

Afterwards he lit his pipe, and, while enjoying himself thus, reclining at the foot of the tree, proceeded to increase his enjoyment by counting out his gains.

While thus agreeably engaged, a rustling of the bushes caused him to bundle the gains hastily up in a handkerchief, which he thrust into his pocket, while he leaped nimbly to his feet, and seized his crutch.

"Oh, it's only you, Bill! why, I declare I thought it was--well, well, never mind. How have ye got on?"

The individual addressed entered the enclosure, and sat down at the foot of the tree with a sigh, which might, without much exaggeration, have been termed a growl. Bill was also, strange to say, a sailor, and a wounded one, (doubtless a s.h.i.+pwrecked one), because his left arm was in a sling.

"It's tough work, Jim, an' little pay," said the newcomer. "Why, I've walked twenty mile good, an' only realised two pun' ten. If it don't improve, I'll take to a better trade."

"You're a discontented dog," replied Jim, spreading out his treasures.

"Here have I limped the same distance, an' bin an' got five pun' two."

"Whew!" whistled the other. "You don't say that? Well--we go 'alves, so I'm better--'ere pa.s.s that bottle. I'll drink to your good 'ealth.

'Ow did you ever come by it, Bill?"

To this Bill replied that he had fallen in with several ladies, whose hearts were so touched by his pitiful tale that most of them gave him crown pieces, while two, who actually shed tears while he spoke, gave him half a sovereign each!

"I drink to them 'ere two ladies," exclaimed Bill, applying the gin bottle to his mouth, which was already full of bread and beef.

"So does I," said Jim, s.n.a.t.c.hing the bottle from his comrade, "not so much for the sake of them there ladies, 'owever, as to get my fair share o' the tipple afore you."

The remainder of the sentence was drowned by gin; and after they had finished the bottle, which was only a pint one however, these two men sat down together to count their ill-gotten gains; for both of them were vile impostors, who had never been on the salt water in the whole course of their worthless lives.

"Now, madam," said I, pointedly addressing Miss Flouncer, who had listened with rapt attention, "this circ.u.mstance happened _before_ the existence of the s.h.i.+pwrecked Mariners' Society, and similar cases happened frequently. In fact, the interior of our land was at that time constantly visited by s.h.i.+pwrecked sailors of this kind."

"Indeed!" said Miss Flouncer, undulating to me, with a benignant smile.

"Yes, madam," said I. "Now observe another side of this picture."

Hereupon I resumed my address, the substance of which was as follows:

It chanced that when impostor Jim started away over the moor at the slapping pace I have already referred to, he was observed by two of the village boys, who were lying in a hollow by the road-side amusing themselves. These urchins immediately ran home, and told what they had seen. The gossips of the place congregated round the inn door, and commented on the conduct of the pretended seaman in no measured terms-- at the same time expressing a wish that they only had him there, and they would let him smell the peculiar odour of their horse-pond. At this point the courage and the ire of three stout young ploughmen, who had been drinking deeply, was stirred up so much that they vowed to be revenged, and set off in pursuit of the offender. As they ran nearly all the way, they soon came to the spot where Jim and Bill had been enjoying themselves, and met these villains just as they were issuing from the underwood to continue their journey.