CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.
IN WHICH JEMMY DUCKS PROVES THE TRUTH OF MOGGY'S ASSERTION, THAT THEREWAS NO ONE LIKE HIM BEFORE OR SINCE--NANCY AND JEMMY SERENADE THE STARS.
As soon as Moggy landed at the Point with her dear darling duck of ahusband, as she called him, she put his chest and hammock on a barrow,and had them wheeled up to her own lodgings, and then they went out tocall upon Nancy Corbett to make their future arrangements; Moggyproceeding in rapid strides, and Jemmy trotting with his diminutive legsbehind her, something like a stout pony by the side of a large horse.It was in pedestrianism that Jemmy most felt his inferiority, and theprotecting, fond way in which Moggy would turn round every minute andsay, "Come along, my duck," would have been irritating to any other butone of Jemmy's excellent temper. Many looked at Jemmy, as he waddledalong, smiled and passed on; one unfortunate nymph, however, ventured tostop, and putting her arms a-kimbo, looked down upon him, and exclaimed,"Yell! you are a nice little man," and then commenced singing the oldrefrain--
"I had a little husband no bigger than my thumb, I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum."
when Moggy, who had turned back, saluted her with such a box on the earthat she made the drum of it ring again. The young lady was not one ofthose who would offer the other cheek to be smitten, and she immediatelyflew at Moggy and returned the blow; but Jemmy, who liked quiet, caughther round the legs, and, as if she had been a feather, threw her overhis head, so that she fell down in the gutter behind him with a violencewhich was anything but agreeable. She gained her legs again, looked ather soiled garments, scraped the mud off her cheek--we are sorry to add,made use of some very improper language--and, finding herself in theminority, walked off, turning round and shaking her fist at every twentypaces.
Moggy and her husband continued their course as if nothing had happened,and arrived at the house of Nancy Corbett, who had, as may be supposed,changed her lodgings and kept out of sight of Vanslyperken. Nancy wasno stranger to Jemmy Ducks; so far as his person went, he was tooremarkable a character not to be known by her who knew almost everybody;and, moreover, she had made sufficient inquiries about his character.The trio at once proceeded to business: Jemmy had promised his wife tojoin the smugglers; and it was now arranged, that both he and his wifeshould be regularly enlisted in the gang--she to remain at the cave withthe women, unless her services were required elsewhere, he to belong tothe boat. There was, however, one necessary preliminary still to betaken, that of Jemmy and his wife both taking the oath of fidelity atthe house of the Jew Lazarus; but it was not advisable to go therebefore dusk, so they remained with Nancy till that time, during whichshe was fully satisfied that, in both parties, the band would have anacquisition, for Nancy was very keen and penetrating, and had a greatinsight into human nature.
At dusk, to the house of Lazarus they accordingly repaired, and wereadmitted by the cautious Jew. Nancy stated why they had come, and therebeing, at the time, several of the confederates, as usual, in the house,they were summoned by the Jew to be witnesses to the oath beingadministered. Half-a-dozen dark-looking, bold men soon made theirappearance, and recognised Nancy by nods of their heads.
"Who have we here, old Father Abraham?" exclaimed a stout man, who wasdressed in a buff jerkin, and a pair of boots which rose above hisknees.
"A good man and true," replied Nancy, taking up the answer.
"Why, you don't call that thing a man!" exclaimed the fierce-lookingconfederate, with contempt.
"As good a man as ever stood in your boots," replied Moggy, in wrath.
"Indeed! well, perhaps so, if he could only see his way when once intothem," replied the man with a loud laugh, in which he was joined by hiscompanions.
"What can you do, my little man?" said another, of a slighter build thanthe first, coming forward and putting his hand upon Jemmy's head.
Now Jemmy was the best-tempered fellow in the world, but, at the sametime, the very best-tempered people have limits to their forbearance,and do not like to be taken liberties with by strangers: so felt Jemmy,who, seizing the young man firmly by the waistband of his trousers justbelow the hips, lifted him from the ground, and with a strength whichastonished all present, threw him clean over the table, his bodysweeping away both the candles, so they were all left in darkness.
"I can douse a glim, anyhow," cried Jemmy.
"That's my darling duck," cried Moggy, delighted with this proof of herhusband's vigour.
Some confusion was created by this manoeuvre on the part of Jemmy, butcandles were reproduced, and the first man who spoke, feeling as if thisvictory on the part of Jemmy was a rebuke to himself, again commencedhis interrogations.
"Well, my little man, you are strong in the arms, but what will you dowithout legs?"
"Not run away, as you have done a hundred times," replied Jemmy,scornfully.
"Now by the God of war you shall answer for this," replied the man,catching hold of Jemmy by the collar; but in a moment he was tripped upby Jemmy, and fell down with great violence on his back.
"Bravo, bravo!" exclaimed the rest, who took part with Jemmy.
"That's my own little duck," cried Moggy; "you've shown him what you cando, anyhow."
The man rose, and was apparently feeling for some arms secreted abouthis person, when Nancy Corbett stepped forward.
"Do you dare?" cried she; "take what you have received, and be thankful,or--" and Nancy held up her little forefinger.
The man slunk back among the others in silence. The old Jew, who hadnot interfered, being in presence of Nancy, who had superior commands,now read the oath, which was of a nature not to be communicated to thereader without creating disgust. It was, however, such an oath as wastaken in those times, and has since been frequently taken in Ireland.It was subscribed to by Jemmy and his wife without hesitation, and theywere immediately enrolled among the members of the association. As soonas this ceremony had been gone through, Nancy and her proteges quittedthe house and returned to her lodgings, when it was agreed that the nextnight they should go over to the island, as Jemmy's services wererequired in the boat in lieu of Ramsay, whose place as steersman he wasadmirably qualified to occupy; much better, indeed, than that of arower, as his legs were too short to reach the stretcher where it wasusually fixed.
The next evening the weather was calm and clear, and when they embarkedin the boat of the old fisherman, with but a small portion of theireffects, the surface of the water was unruffled, and the stars twinkledbrightly in the heavens; one article which Jemmy never parted with wasin his hand--his fiddle. They all took their seats, and the oldfisherman shoved off his boat, and they were soon swept out of theharbour by the strong ebb tide.
"An't this better than being on board with Vanslyperken, and your leavestopped?" observed Moggy.
"Yes," replied the husband.
"And I not permitted to go on board to see my duck of a husband--confound his snivelling carcase?" continued Moggy.
"Yes," replied Jemmy, thoughtfully.
"And in company with that supernatural cur of his?"
Jemmy nodded his head, and then in his abstraction touched the stringsof his violin.
"They say that you are clever with your instrument, Mr Salisbury,"observed Nancy Corbett.
"That he is," replied Moggy; "and he sings like a darling duck. Don'tyou, Jemmy, my dear?"
"Quack, quack," replied Jemmy.
"Well, Mr Salisbury, there's no boat that I can see near us, or even insight; and if there was it were little matter. I suppose you will letme hear you, for I shall have little opportunity after this?"
"With all my heart," replied Jemmy; who, taking up his fiddle, andplaying upon the strings like a guitar, after a little reflection, sangas follows:--
Bless my eyes, how young Bill threw his shiners away, As he drank and he danced, when he first came on shore! It was clear that he fancied that with his year's pay, Like the Bank of Old England, he'd never he poor. So when the next day, with a southerly
wind in His pockets, he came up, my rhino to borrow "You're welcome," says I, "Bill," as I fork'd out the tin, "But when larking to-day--don't _forget there's to-morrow_."
When our frigate came to from a cruise in the west, And her yards were all squared, her sails neatly furl'd Young Tom clasped his Nancy, so loved, to his breast, As if but themselves there was none in the world. Between two of the guns they were fondly at play, All billing and kissing, forgetting all sorrow "Love, like cash," says I, "Nan, may all go in a day, While you hug him so close--don't _forget there's to-morrow_."
When a hurricane swept us smack smooth fore and aft, When we dash'd on the rock, and we flounder'd on shore, As we sighed for the loss of our beautiful craft, Convinced that the like we should never see more, Says I, "My good fellows," as huddled together, They shiver'd and shook, each phiz black with sorrow, "Remember, it's not to be always foul weather, So with ill-luck to-day--don't forget _there's to-morrow_."
"And not a bad hint, neither, Mr Salisbury," said Nancy, when Jemmyceased. "You sailors never think of to-morrow, more's the pity. You'reno better than overgrown babies."
"I'm not much better, at all events," replied Jemmy, laughing: "however,I'm as God made me, and so all's right."
"That's my own darling Jemmy," said Moggy; "and if you're content, andI'm content, who is to say a word, I should like to know? You may be arum one to look at, but I think them fellows found you but a rumcustomer the other night."
"Don't put so much rum in your discourse, Moggy, you make me long for aglass of grog."
"Then your mouth will find the water," rejoined Nancy; "but, however,singing is dry work, and I am provided. Pass my basket aft, oldgentleman, and we will find Mr Salisbury something with which to whethis whistle." The boatman handed the basket to Nancy who pulled out abottle and glass, which she filled, and handed to Jemmy.
"Now, Mr Salisbury, I expect some more songs," said Nancy.
"And you shall have them, mistress; but I've heard say that you've agood pipe of your own; suppose that you give me one in return, that willbe but fair play."
"Not exactly, for you'll have the grog in the bargain," replied Nancy.
"Put my fiddle against the grog, and then all's square."
"I have not sung for many a day," replied Nancy, musing, and looking upat the bright twinkling stars. "I once sang, when I was I young--andhappy--I then sang all the day long; that was really singing, for itcame from the merriness of my heart;" and Nancy paused. "Yes, I havesung since, and often, for they made me sing; but 'twas when my heartwas heavy--or when its load had been, for a time, forgotten and drownedin wine. That was not singing, at least not the singing of bygonedays."
"But those times are bygone too, Mistress Nancy," said Moggy; "you havenow your marriage lines, and are made an honest woman."
"Yes, and God keep me so, amen," replied Nancy, mournfully.
Had not the night concealed it, a tear might have been seen by theothers in the boat to trickle down the check of Nancy Corbett, as shewas reminded of her former life; and as she again fixed her eyes uponthe brilliant heavens, each particular star appeared to twinkle brighteras if they rejoiced to witness tears like those.
"You must be light o' heart now, Mistress Nancy," observed Jemmy,soothingly.
"I am not unhappy," replied she, resting her cheek upon her hand.
"Mistress Nancy," said Moggy, "I should think a little of that stuffwould do neither of us any harm; the night is rather bleak."
Moggy poured out a glass and handed it to Nancy; she drank it, and itsaved her from a flood of tears, which otherwise she would have beenunable to repress. In a minute or two, during which Moggy helpedherself and the old boatman, Nancy's spirits returned.
"Do you know this air?" said Nancy to Jemmy, humming it.
"Yes, yes, I know it well, Mistress Nancy. Will you sing to it?"
Nancy Corbett, who had been celebrated once for her sweet singing, aswell as her beauty, immediately commenced in a soft and melodious tone,while Jemmy touched his fiddle.
Lost, stolen, or stray'd, The heart of a young maid; Whoever the same shall find, And prove so very kind, To yield it on desire, They shall rewarded be, And that most handsomely, With kisses one, two, three. Cupid is the crier, Ring-a-ding, a-ding, Cupid is the crier.
O yes! O yes! O yes! Here is a pretty mess! A maiden's heart is gone, And she is left forlorn, And panting with desire; Whoever shall bring it me, They shall rewarded be, With kisses one, two, three. Cupid is the crier, Ring-a-ding, a-ding, Cupid is the crier.
'Twas lost on Sunday eve, Or taken without leave, A virgin's heart so pure, She can't the loss endure, And surely will expire; Pity her misery. Rewarded you shall be With kisses one, two, three. Cupid is the crier, Ring-a-ding, a-ding, Cupid is the crier.
The maiden sought around, It was not to be found, She search'd each nook and dell, The haunts she loved so well, All anxious with desire; The wind blew ope his vest, When, lo! the toy in quest, She found within the breast Of Cupid, the false crier, Ring-a-ding, a-ding-a-ding, Cupid the false crier.
"Many thanks, Mistress Corbett, for a good song, sung in good tune, witha sweet voice," said Jemmy. "I owe you one for that, and am ready topay you on demand. You've a pipe like a missel thrush."
"Well, I do believe that I shall begin to sing again," replied Nancy."I'm sure if Corbett was only once settled on shore in a nice littlecottage, with a garden, and a blackbird in a wicker cage, I should trywho could sing most, the bird or me."
"He will be by-and-by, when his work is done."
"Yes, when it is; but open boats, stormy seas, and the halter, are heavyodds, Mr Salisbury."
"Don't mention the halter, Mistress Nancy, you'll make me melancholy,"replied Jemmy, "and I sha'n't be able to sing any more. Well, if theywant to hang me, they need not rig the yard-arm, three handspikes assheers, and I shouldn't find soundings, heh! Moggy?"
Nancy laughed at the ludicrous idea: but Moggy exclaimed with vehemence,"Hang my Jemmy! my darling duck! I should like to see them."
"At all events, we'll have another song from him, Moggy, before theyspoil his windpipe, which, I must say, would be a great pity; but,Moggy, there have been better men hung than your husband."
"Better men than my Jemmy, Mrs Corbett! There never was one like himafore or since," replied Moggy with indignation.
"I only meant of longer pedigree, Moggy," replied Nancy, soothingly.
"I don't know what that is," replied Moggy, still angry.
"Longer legs, to be sure," replied Jemmy. "Never mind that, Moggy.Here goes, song in two parts. It's a pity, Mistress Nancy, that youcouldn't take one."
"When will you give up this life of wild roving? When shall we be quiet and happy on shore! When will you to church lead your Susan, so loving, And sail on the treacherous billows no more?"
"My ship is my wife, Sue, no other I covet, Till I draw the firm splice that's betwixt her and me; I'll roam on the Ocean, for much do I love it, To wed with another were rank bigamy."
"O William, what nonsense you talk, you are raving; Pray how can a man and a ship become one? You say so because you no longer are craving, As once you were truly--and I am undone."
"You wrong me, my dearest, as sure as I stand here, As sure as I'll sail again on the wide sea; Some day I will settle, and marry with you, dear, But now 'twould be nothing but rank bigamy."
"Then tell me the time, dear William, whenever Your Sue may expect this divorce to be made; When you'll surely be mine, when no object shall sever, But lock'd in your arms I'm no longer afraid."
"The time it will be hen my pockets are lined I'll then draw the splice 'tween my vessel and me, And lead you to church if you're still so inclined-- But before, my dear Sue, 'twere rank bigamy."
"Thank you, Mr Salisbury. I like the moral of that song; a sailornever should marry till he can settle on shore."
"What's th
e meaning of big-a-me?" said Moggy.
"Marrying two husbands or two wives, Mrs Salisbury. Perhaps you mightget off on the plea that you had only one and a half," continued Nancy,laughing.
"Well, perhaps she might," replied Jemmy, "if he were a judge ofunderstanding."
"I should think, Mistress Nancy, you might as well leave husband's legsalone," observed Moggy, affronted.
"Lord bless you, Mogg, if he's not angry, you surely need not be; I givea joke, and I can take one. You surely are not jealous?"
"Indeed I am though, and always shall be of any one who plays with myJemmy."
"Or if he plays with anything else?"
"Yes, indeed."
"Yes, indeed! then you must be downright jealous of his fiddle, Moggy,"replied Nancy; "but never mind, you sha'n't be jealous now aboutnothing. I'll sing you a song, and then you'll forget all this." NancyCorbett then sang as follows:--
Fond Mary sat on Henry's knee; "I must be home exact," said he, And see, the hour is come. "No, Henry, you shall never go Until me how to count you show That task must first be done."
Then Harry said, "As time is short, Addition you must first be taught Sum up these kisses sweet; Now prove your sum by kissing me Yes, that is right, 'twas three times three:-- Arithmetic's a treat.
"And now there is another term, Subtraction you have yet to learn: Take four away from these." "Yes, that is right; you've made it out," Says Mary, with a pretty pout, "Subtraction don't me please."
Division's next upon the list; Young Henry taught while Mary kiss'd, And much admired the rule; "Now, Henry, don't you think me quick?" "Why, yes, indeed, you've learn'd the trick At kissing you're no fool."
To multiply was next the game, Which Henry by the method same, To Mary fain would show; But here his patience was worn out, She multiplied too fast, I doubt, He could no further go.
"And now we must leave off, my dear; The other rules are not so clear, We'll try at them to-night;" "I'll come at eve, my Henry sweet; Behind the hawthorn hedge we'll meet, For learning's my delight."
"That's a very pretty song, Mistress Corbett, and you've a nicecollection, I've no doubt. If you've no objection, I'll exchangeanother with you."
"I should be most willing, Mr Salisbury; but we are now getting wellover, and we may as well be quiet, as I do not wish people to ask wherewe are going."
"You're right, ma'am," observed the old fisherman who pulled the boat."Put up your fiddle, master; there be plenty on the look out, withoutour giving them notice."
"Very true," replied Jemmy, "so we break up our concert."
The whole party were now silent. In a quarter of an hour the boat wasrun into a cut, which concealed it from view; and, as soon as thefisherman had looked round to see the coast clear, they landed and madehaste to pass by the cottages; after that Nancy slackened her pace, andthey walked during the night over to the other side of the island, andarrived at the cottages above the cave.
Here they left a portion of their burdens, and then proceeded to thepath down the cliff which led to the cave. On Nancy giving the signal,the ladder was lowered, and they were admitted. As soon as they wereupon the flat, Moggy embraced her husband, crying, "Here I have you, myown dear Jemmy, all to myself, and safe for ever."