"She made good view of me; indeed so much,
That sure, methought, her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts, distractedly."
_Twelfth Night._
Though most of the crew of the "Dolphin" slept, either in their hammocks
or among the guns, there were bright and anxious eyes still open in a
different part of the vessel. The Rover had relinquished his cabin to Mrs
Wyllys and Gertrude, from the moment they entered the ship; and we shall
shift the scene to that apartment, (already sufficiently described to
render the reader familiar with the objects it contained), resuming the
action of the tale at an early part of the discourse just related in the
preceding chapter.
It will not be necessary to dwell upon the feelings with which the female
inmates of the vessel had witnessed the disturbances of that day; the
conjectures and suspicions to which they gave rise may be apparent in what
is about to follow. A mild, soft light fell from the lamp of wrought and
massive silver that was suspended from the upper deck, obliquely upon the
painfully pensive countenance of the governess, while a few of its
strongest rays lighted the youthful bloom, though less expressive because
less meditative lineaments, of her companion. The background was occupied,
like a dark shadow in a picture, by the dusky form of the slumbering
Cassandra. At the moment when we see fit to lift the curtain on this quiet
scene of our drama, the pupil was speaking, seeking, in the averted eyes
of her instructress, that answer to her question which the tongue of the
latter appeared reluctant to accord.
"I repeat, my dearest Madam," said Gertrude, "that the fashion of these
ornaments, no less than their materials, is extraordinary in a ship."
"And what would you infer from the same?"
"I know not. Still I would that we were safe in the house of my father."
"God grant it! It may be imprudent to be longer silent.--Gertrude,
frightful, horrible suspicions have been engendered in my mind by what we
have this day witnessed."
The cheek of the maiden blanched, and the pupil of her soft eye
contracted, with alarm, while she seemed to demand an explanation with
every disturbed lineament of her countenance.
"I have long been familiar with the usages of a vessel of war," continued
the governess, who had only paused in order to review the causes of her
suspicions in her own mind; "but never have I seen such customs as, each
hour, unfold themselves in this vessel."
"Of what do you suspect her?"
The look of deep, engrossing, maternal anxiety, that the lovely
interrogator received in reply to this question, might have startled one
whose mind had been more accustomed to muse on the depravity of human
nature than the spotless being who received it; but to Gertrude it
conveyed no more than a general and vague sensation of alarm.
"Why do you thus regard me, my governess--my mother?" she exclaimed,
bending forward, and laying a hand imploringly on the arm of the other, as
if she would arouse her from a trance.
"Yes, I will speak: It is safer that you know the worst, than that your
innocence should be liable to be abused. I distrust the character of this
ship, and of all that belong to her."
"All!" repeated her pupil, gazing fearfully, and a little wildly, around.
"Yes; of all"
"There may be wicked and evil-intentioned men n his Majesty's fleet; but
we are surely safe from them, since fear of punishment, if not fear of
disgrace will be our protector."
"I dread lest we find that the lawless spirits, who harbour here, submit
to no laws except those of their own enacting, nor acknowledge any
authority but that which exists among themselves."
"This would make them pirates!"
"And pirates, I fear, we shall find them."
"Pirates? What! all?"
"Even all. Where one is guilty of such a crime, it is clear that the
associates cannot be free from suspicion."
"But, dear Madam, we know that one among them, at least, is innocent;
since he came with ourselves and under circumstances that will not admit
of deception."
"I know not. There are different degrees of turpitude, as there are
different tempers to commit it! I fear that all who may lay claim to be
honest, in this vessel, are here assembled."
The eyes of Gertrude sunk to the floor, and her lips quivered, partly in a
tremour she could not control and perhaps in part through an emotion that
she found inexplicable to herself.
"Since we know whence our late companion came," she said, in an under
tone, "I think you do him wrong, however right your suspicions may prove
as to the rest."
"I may be wrong as to him, but it is important that we know the worst.
Command yourself, my love; our attendant ascends; some knowledge of the
truth may be gained from him."
Mrs Wyllys gave her pupil an expressive sign to compose her features,
while she herself resumed her usual, pensive air, with a calmness of mien
that might have deceived one far more practised than the boy, who now
came slowly into the cabin. Gertrude buried her face in a part of her
attire, while the former addressed the individual who had just entered in
a tone equally divided between kindness and concern.
"Roderick, child," she commenced, "your eyelids are getting heavy. This
service of a ship must be new to you?"
"It is so old as to keep me from sleeping on my watch," coldly returned
the boy.
"A careful mother would be better for one of your years, than the school
of the boatswain. What is your age, Roderick?"
"I have seen years enough to be both wiser and better," he answered, not
without a shade of thought settling on his brow. "Another month will make
me twenty."
"Twenty! you trifle with my curiosity, urchin."
"Did I say twenty, Madam! Fifteen would be nearer to the truth."
"I believe you well. And how many of those years have you passed upon the
water?"
"But two, in truth; though I often think them ten; and yet there are times
when they seem but a day!"
"You are romantic early, boy. And how like you the trade of war?"
"War!"
"Of war. I speak plainly, do I not? Those who serve in a vessel that is
constructed expressly for battle, follow the trade of war."
"Oh! yes; war is certainly our trade."
"And have you yet seen any of its horrors? Has this ship been in combat
since your service?"
"This ship!"
"Surely this ship: Have you ever sailed in any other?"
"Never."
"Then, it is of this ship that one must question you. Is prize-money
plenty among your crew?"
"Abundant; they never want."
"Then the vessel and Captain are both favourites. The sailor loves the
ship and Commander that give him an active life."
"Ay, Madam; our lives are active here. And some there are among us, too,
who love both ship and Commander."
"And have you mother, or friend, to profit by your earnings?"
"Have I"--
Struck with the tone of stupor with which the boy responded to her
queries, the governess turned her head, to read, in a rapid glance, the
language of his countenance. He stood in a sort of senseless amazement
looking her full in the face, but with an eye far too vacant to prove that
he was sensible of the image that filled it.
"Tell me, Roderick," she continued, careful not to alarm his jealousy by
any sudden allusion to his manner; "tell me of this life of yours. You
find it merry?"
"I find it sad."
"'Tis strange. The young ship-boys are ever among the merriest of mortals.
Perhaps your office! treats you with severity."
No answer was given.
"I am then right: Your Captain is a tyrant?"
"You are wrong: Never has he said harsh or unkind word to me."
"Ah! then he is gentle and kind. You are very happy, Roderick."
"I--happy, Madam!"
"I speak plainly, and in English--happy."
"Oh! yes, we are all very happy here."
"It is well. A discontented ship is no paradise. And you are often in
port, Roderick, to taste the sweets of the land?"
"I care but little for the land, Madam, could I only have friends in the
ship that love me."
"And have you not? Is not Mr Wilder your friend?"
"I know but little of him; I never saw him before"--
"When, Roderick?"
"Before we met in Newport."
"In Newport?"
"Surely you know we both came from Newport, last."
"Ah! I comprehend you. Then, your acquaintance with Mr Wilder commenced at
Newport? It was while your ship was lying off the fort?"
"It was. I carried him the order to take command of the Bristol trader. He
had only joined us the night before."
"So lately! It was a young acquaintance indeed. But I suppose your
Commander knew his merits?"
"It is so hoped among the people. But"--
"You were speaking, Roderick."
"None here dare question the Captain for his reasons. Even _I_ am obliged
to be mute."
"Even _you_!" exclaimed Mrs Wyllys, in a surprise that for the moment
overcame her self-restraint. But the thought in which the boy was lost
appeared to prevent his observing the sudden change in her manner. Indeed,
so little did he know what was passing, that the governess touched the
hand of Gertrude, and silently pointed out the insensible figure of the
lad, without the slightest apprehension that the movement would be
observed.
"What think you, Roderick," continued his interrogator "would he refuse to
answer _us_ also?"
The boy started; and, as consciousness shot into his glance, it fell upon
the soft and speaking countenance of Gertrude.
"Though her beauty be so rare," he answered with vehemence, "let her not
prize it too highly. Woman cannot tame his temper!"
"Is he then so hard of heart? Think you that a question from this fair one
would be denied?"
"Hear me, Lady," he said, with an earnestness that was no less remarkable
than the plaintive softness of the tones in which he spoke; "I have seen
more, in the last two crowded years of my life, than many youths would
witness between childhood and the age of man. This is no place for
innocence and beauty. Oh! quit the ship, if you leave it as you came,
without a deck to lay your head under!"
"It may be too late to follow such advice," Mrs Wyllys gravely replied,
glancing her eye at the silent Gertrude as she spoke. "But tell me more of
this extraordinary vessel. Roderick, you were not born to fill the station
in which I find you?"
The boy shook his head, but remained with downcast eyes, apparently not
disposed to answer further on such a subject.
"How is it that I find the 'Dolphin' bearing different hues to-day from
what she did yesterday? and why is it that neither then, nor now, does she
resemble in her paint, the slaver of Newport harbour?"
"And why is it," returned the boy, with a smile in which melancholy
struggled powerfully with bitterness "that none can look into the secret
heart of him who makes those changes at will? If all remained the same,
but the paint of the ship, one might still be happy in her!"
"Then, Roderick, you are not happy: Shall I intercede with Captain
Heidegger for your discharge?"
"I could never wish to serve another."
"How! Do you complain, and yet embrace your fetters?"
"I complain not."
The governess eyed him closely; and, after a moment's pause, she
continued,--
"Is it usual to see such riotous conduct among the crew as we have this
day witnessed?"
"It is not. You have little to fear from the people; he who brought them
under knows how to keep them down."
"They are enlisted by order of the King?"
"The King! Yes, he is surely a King who has no equal."
"But they dared to threaten the life of Mr Wilder. Is a seaman, in a
King's ship, usually so bold?"
The boy glanced a look at Mrs Wyllys; as if he would say, he understood
her affected ignorance of the character of the vessel, but again he chose
to continue silent.
"Think you, Roderick," continued the governess, who no longer deemed it
necessary to pursue her covert inquiries on that particular subject;
"think you, Roderick, that the Rov--that is, that Captain Heidegger will
suffer us to land at the first port which offers?"
"Many have been passed since you reached the ship."
"Ay, many that are inconvenient; but, when one shall be gained where his
pursuits will allow his ship to enter?"
"Such places are not common."
"But, should it occur, do you not think he will permit us to land? We have
gold to pay him for his trouble."
"He cares not for gold. I never ask him for it; that he does not fill my
hand."
"You must be happy, then. Plenty of gold will compensate for a cold look
at times."
"Never!" returned the boy, with quickness and energy. "Had I the ship
filled with the dross, I would give it all to bring a look of kindness
into his eye."
Mrs Wyllys started, no less at the fervid manner of the lad than at the
language. Rising from her seat, she approached nigher to him, and in a
situation where the light of the lamp fell full upon his lineaments. She
saw the large drop that broke out from beneath a long and silken lash, to
roll down a cheek which, though embrowned by the sun, was deepening with a
flush that gradually stole into it, as her own gaze became more settled;
and then her eyes fell slowly and keenly along the person of the lad,
until they reached even the delicate feet, that seemed barely able to
uphold him. The usually pensive and mild countenance of the governess
changed to a look of cold regard, and her whole form appeared to elevate
itself, in chaste matronly dignity, as she sternly asked,--
"Boy, have you a mother?"
"I know not," was the answer that came from lips that scarcely severed to
permit the smothered sounds to escape.
"It is enough; another time I will speak further to you. Cassandra will in
future do the service of this cabin; when I have need of you, the gong
shall be touched."
The head of Roderick fell nearly to his bosom He shrunk from before that
cold and searching eye which followed his form, until it had disappeared
through the hatch, and whose look was then bent rapidly, and not without a
shade of alarm, on the face of the wondering but silent Gertrude.
A gentle tap at the door broke in upon the flood of reflection which was
crowding on the mind of the governess. She gave the customary answer; and,
before time was allowed for any interchange of ideas between her and her
pupil, the Rover entered.