<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XVI">CHAPTER XVI.</SPAN><br/> <span class="small1">TRUTH LIES SOMETIMES IN A WELL.</span></h2>
<p>The following morning it happened so that I did not get up
over early; not, I assure you, from any undue enjoyment of
the grand Crowner's quests; but partly because the tide for
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_82">[Pg 82]</SPAN></span>
fishing would not suit till the afternoon, and partly because
I had worked both hard and long at the "Jolly Sailors:"
and this in fulfilment of a pledge from which there was no
escaping, when I promised on the night before to grease and
tune my violin, and display the true practice of hornpipe.
Rash enough this promise was, on account of my dear wife's
memory, and the things bad people would say of it. And but
for the sad uneasiness created by black Evan's prophecy, and
the need of lively company to prevent my seeing white horses,
the fear of the parish might have prevailed with me over all
fear of the landlord. Hence I began rather shyly; but when
my first tune had been received with hearty applause from all
the room, how could I allow myself to be clapped on the back,
and then be lazy?</p>
<p>Now Bunny was tugging and clamouring for her bit of
breakfast, almost before I was wide-awake, when the latch of
my cottage-door was lifted, and in walked Hezekiah. Almost
any other man would have been more welcome; for though he
had not spoken of it on the day before, he was sure to annoy
me, sooner or later, about the fish he had forced me to sell
him. When such a matter is over and done with, surely no
man, in common-sense, has a right to reopen the question.
The time to find fault with a fish, in all conscience, is before
you have bought him. Having once done that, he is now
your own; and to blame him is to find fault with the mercy
which gave you the money to buy him. A foolish thing as
well; because you are running down your own property, and
spoiling your relish for him. Conduct like this is below contempt;
even more ungraceful and ungracious than that of a
man who spreads abroad the faults of his own wife.</p>
<p>Hezekiah, however, on this occasion, was not quite so bad
as that. His errand, according to his lights, was of a friendly
nature; for he pried all round my little room with an extremely
sagacious leer, and then gazed at me with a dark cock
of his eye, and glanced askance at Bunny, and managed to
wink, like the Commodore's ship beginning to light poop-lanterns.</p>
<p>"Speak out, like a man," I said; "is your wife confined
with a prophecy, or what is the matter with you?"</p>
<p>"Hepzibah, the prophetess, is well; and her prophecies are
abiding the fulness of their fulfilment. I would speak with
you on a very secret and important matter, concerning also her
revealings."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_83">[Pg 83]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Then I will send the child away. Here, Bunny, run and
ask mother Jones——"</p>
<p>"That will not do; I will not speak here. Walls are
thin, and walls have ears. Come down to the well with
me."</p>
<p>"But the well is a lump of walls," I answered, "and children
almost always near it."</p>
<p>"There are no children. I have been down. The well is
dry, and the children know it. No better place can be for
speaking."</p>
<p>Looking down across the churchyard, I perceived that he
was right; and so I left Bunny to dwell on her breakfast, and
went with Hezekiah. Among the sandhills there was no one;
for fright had fallen on everybody, since the sands began to
walk, as the general folk now declared of them. And nobody
looked at a sandhill now with any other feeling than towards
his grave and tombstone.</p>
<p>Even my heart was a little heavy, in spite of all scientific
points, when I straddled over the stone that led into the sandy
passage. After me came Hezekiah, groping with his grimy
hands, and calling out for me to stop, until he could have hold
of me. However, I left him to follow the darkness, in the
wake of his own ideas.</p>
<p>A better place for secret talk, in a parish full of echoes,
scarcely could be found, perhaps, except the old "Red House"
on the shore. So I waited for Perkins to unfold, as soon as
we stood on the bottom step, with three or four yards of quicksand,
but no dip for a pitcher below us. The children knew
that the well was dry, and some of them perhaps were gone to
try to learn their letters.</p>
<p>What then was my disappointment, as it gradually came
out, that so far from telling me a secret, Hezekiah's object was
to deprive me of my own! However, if I say what happened,
nobody can grumble.</p>
<p>In the first place, he manœuvred much to get the weather-gage
of me, by setting me so that the light that slanted down
the grey slope should gather itself upon my honest countenance.
I for my part, as a man unwarned how far it might
become a duty to avoid excess of accuracy, took the liberty to
prefer a less conspicuous position; not that I had any lies to
tell, but might be glad to hear some. Therefore, I stuck to
a pleasant seat upon a very nice sandy slab, where the light so
shot and wavered, that a badly inquisitive man might seek in
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_84">[Pg 84]</SPAN></span>
vain for a flush or a flickering of the most delicate light of all—that
which is cast by the heart or mind of man into the face
of man.</p>
<p>Upon the whole, it could scarcely be said, at least as concerned
Hezekiah, that truth was to be found, just now, at the
bottom of this well.</p>
<p>"Dear brother Dyo," he gently began, with the most brotherly
voice and manner; "it has pleased the Lord, who does all
things aright, to send me to you for counsel now, as well as for
comfort, beloved Dyo."</p>
<p>"All that I have is at your service," I answered very
heartily; looking for something about his wife, and always
enjoying a thing of that kind among those righteous fellows;
and we heard that Hepzibah had taken up, under word of the
Lord, with the Shakers.<SPAN name="FNanchor_B_2"></SPAN><SPAN href="#Footnote_B_2" class="fnanchor">[B]</SPAN></p>
<p>"Brother David, I have wrestled hard in the night-season,
about that which has come to pass. My wife——"</p>
<p>"To be sure," I said.</p>
<p>"My wife, who was certified seven times as a vessel for the
Spirit——"</p>
<p>"To be sure—they always are; and then they gad about
so——"</p>
<p>"Brother, you understand me not; or desire to think evil.
Hepzibah, since her last confinement, is a vessel for the Spirit
to the square of what she was. Seven times seven is forty-nine,
and requires no certificate. But these are carnal calculations."</p>
<p>All this took me beyond my depth, and I answered him
rather crustily; and my word ended with both those letters
which, as I learned from my Catechism, belong to us by baptism.</p>
<p>"Unholy David, shun evil words. Pray without ceasing,
but swear not at all. In a vision of the night, Hepzibah hath
seen terrible things of thee."</p>
<p>"Why, you never went home last night, Hezekiah. How
can you tell what your wife dreamed?"</p>
<p>"I said not when it came to pass. And how could I speak
of it yesterday before that loose assembly?"</p>
<p>"Well, well, out with it! What was this wonderful vision?"</p>
<p>"Hepzibah, the prophetess, being in a trance, and deeply</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_85">[Pg 85]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>inspired of the Lord, beheld the following vision: A long lonely
sea was spread before her, shining in the moonlight smoothly,
and in places strewed with gold. A man was standing on
a low black rock, casting a line, and drawing great fish
out almost every time he cast. Then there arose from out
the water a dear little child all dressed in white, carrying
with both hands her cradle, and just like our little maiden,
Martha——"</p>
<p>"Like your dirty Martha indeed!" I was at the very point
of saying, but snapped my lips, and saved myself.</p>
<p>"This small damsel approached the fisherman, and presented
her cradle to him, with a very trustful smile. Then he said,
'Is it gold?' And she said, 'No, it is only a white lily.'
Upon which he shouted, 'Be off with you!' And the child
fell into a desolate hole, and groped about vainly for her cradle.
Then all the light faded out of the sea, and the waves and the
rocks began moaning, and the fisherman fell on his knees, and
sought in vain for the cradle. And while he was moaning,
came Satan himself, bearing the cradle red-hot and crackling;
and he seized the poor man by his blue woollen smock, and
laid him in the cradle, and rocked it, till his shrieks awoke
Hepzibah. And Hepzibah is certain that you are the man."</p>
<p>To hear all this in that sudden manner quite took my breath
away for a minute, so that I fell back and knocked my head,
purely innocent as I was. But presently I began to hope that
the prophetess might be wrong this time; and the more so
because that vile trance of hers might have come from excessive
enjoyment of those good fish of mine. And it grew upon me
more and more, the more I disliked her prediction about me,
that if she had such inspiration, scarcely would she have sent
Hezekiah to buy her supper from my four-legged table. Therefore
I spoke without much loss of courage.</p>
<p>"Brother Hezekiah, there is something wrong with Hepzibah.
Send her, I pray you, to Dr Ap-Yollup before she prophesies
anything more. No blue woollen smock have I worn this
summer, but a canvas jacket only, and more often a striped
jersey. It is Sandy Macraw she has seen in her dream, with
the devil both roasting and rocking him. Glory be to the
Lord for it!"</p>
<p>"Glory be to Him, Dyo, whichever of you two it was! I
hope that it may have been Sandy. But Hepzibah is always
accurate, even among fishermen."</p>
<p>"Even fishermen," I answered (being a little touched with
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_86">[Pg 86]</SPAN></span>
wrath), "know the folk that understood them, and the folk
that cannot. Even fishermen have their right, especially when
reduced to it, not to be blasphemed in that way, even by a
prophetess."</p>
<p>"Dyo, you are hot again. What makes you go on so? A
friend's advice is such a thing, that I nearly always take it;
unless I find big obstacles. Dyo, now be advised by me."</p>
<p>"That depends on how I like it," was the best thing I could
say.</p>
<p>"David Llewellyn, the only chance to save thy sinful soul
is this. Open thine heart to the chosen one, to the favoured
of the Lord. Confess to Hepzibah the things that befell thee,
and how the tempter prevailed with thee. Especially bring
forth, my brother, the accursed thing thou hast hid in thy tent,
the wedge of gold, and the shekels of silver, and the Babylonish
garment. Thou hast stolen, and dissembled also; and
put it even among thine own stuff. Cast it from thee, deliver
it up, lay it before the ark of the Lord, and Hepzibah shall
fall down and pray, lest thou be consumed and burnt with fire,
like the son of Carmi the son of Zabdi, and covered over with
a great heap of stones, even such as this is."</p>
<p>My wrath at this foul accusation, and daring attempt to
frighten me, was kindled so that I could not speak; and if this
had happened in the open air, I should have been certain to
knock him down. However, I began to think, for Perkins
was a litigious fellow; and however strict a man's conduct is,
he does not want his affairs all exposed. Therefore I kept my
knit knuckles at home, but justly felt strong indignation.
Perkins thought he had terrified me, for perhaps in that bad
light I looked pale; and so he began to triumph upon me,
which needs, as everybody knows, a better man than Hezekiah.</p>
<p>"Come, come, brother Dyo," he said, in a voice quite different
from the Chapel-Scriptural style he had used; "you see,
we know all about it. Two dear children come ashore, one dead,
and the other not dead. You contrive to receive them both,
with your accustomed poaching skill. For everybody says that
you are always to be found everywhere, except in your chapel,
on Sabbath-day. Now, David, what do our good people, having
families of their own, find upon these children? Not so much
as a chain, or locket, or even a gold pin. I am a jeweller, and
I know that children of high position always have some trinket
on them, when their mothers love them. A child with a coronet,
and no gold! David, this is wrong of wrong. And worse than
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_87">[Pg 87]</SPAN></span>
this, you conceal the truth, even from me your ancient friend.
There must be a great deal to be made, either from those who
would hold them in trust, or from those in whose way they
stood. For the family died out, very likely, in all male inheritance.
Think what we might make of it, by acting under
my direction. And you shall have half of it all, old Davy, by
relieving your mind, and behaving in a sensible and religious
manner."</p>
<p>This came home to my sense of experience more than all
Hepzibah's divine predictions or productions. At the same
time I saw that Hezekiah was all abroad in the dark, and groping
right and left after the bodily truth. And what call had he to
cry shares with me, because he had more reputation, and a
higher conceit of himself, of course? But it crossed my mind
that this nasty fellow, being perhaps in front of me in some
little tricks of machinery, might be useful afterwards in getting
at the real truth, which often kept me awake at night. Only
I was quite resolved not to encourage roguery, by letting him
into partnership. Perceiving my depth of consideration—for
it suited my purpose to hear him out, and learn how much he
suspected—it was natural that he should try again to impress
me yet further by boasting.</p>
<p>"Dyo, I have been at a Latin school for as much as three
months together. My father gave me a rare education, and I
made the most of it. None of your ignorance for me! I am
up to the moods and the tenses, the accidents and the proselytes.
The present I know, and the future I know; the Peter-perfection,
and the hay-roost——"</p>
<p>"I call that stuff gibberish. Talk plain English if you can."</p>
<p>"Understand you then so much as this? I speak in a carnal
manner now. I speak as a fool unto a fool. I am up to snuff,
good Dyo; I can tell the time of day."</p>
<p>"Then you are a devilish deal cleverer than any of your
clocks are. But now thou speakest no parables, brother. Now
I know what thou meanest. Thou art up for robbing somebody;
and if I would shun Satan's clutches, I must come and
help thee."</p>
<p>"Dyo, this is inconsistent, nor can I call it brotherly. We
wish to do good, both you and I, and to raise a little money for
works of love; you, no doubt, with a good end in view, to
console you for much tribulation; and I with a single eye to
the advancement of the cause which I have at heart, to save
many brands from the burning. Then, Dyo, why not act
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_88">[Pg 88]</SPAN></span>
together? Why not help one another, dear brother; thou with
the good-luck, and I with the brains?"</p>
<p>He laid his hand on my shoulder kindly, with a yearning of
his bowels towards me, such as true Nonconformists feel at the
scent of any money. I found myself also a little moved, not
being certain how far it was wise to throw him altogether over.</p>
<p>But suddenly, by what means I know not, except the will of
Providence, there arose before me that foul wrong which the
Nicodemus-Christian had committed against me some three
years back. I had forborne to speak of it till now, wishing to
give the man fair-play.</p>
<p>"Hezekiah, do you remember," I asked, with much solemnity
"do you remember your twentieth wedding-day?"</p>
<p>"Davy, my brother, how many times—never mind talking
about that now."</p>
<p>"You had a large company coming, and to whom did you
give a special order to catch you a turbot at tenpence a-pound?"</p>
<p>"Nay, nay, my dear friend Dyo; shall I never get that thing
out of your stupid head?"</p>
<p>"You had known me for twenty years at least as the very
best fisherman on the coast, and a man that could be relied
upon. Yet you must go and give that order, not to a man of
good Welsh blood—with ten Welshmen coming to dinner, mind—not
to a man that was bred and born within five miles of
your dirty house—not to a man that knew every cranny and
crinkle of sand where the turbots lie; but to a tag-rag Scotchman!
It was spoken of upon every pebble from Briton Ferry
to Aberthaw. David Llewellyn put under the feet of a fellow
like Sandy Macraw—a beggarly, interloping, freckled, bitter
weed of a Scotchman!"</p>
<p>"Well, Davy, I have apologised. How many times more
must I do it? It was not that I doubted your skill. You tell
us of that so often, that none of us ever question it. It was
simply because—I feared just then to come near your excellent
and lamented——"</p>
<p>"No excuses, no excuses, Mr Perkins, if you please! You
only make the matter worse. As if a man's wife could come
into the question, when it comes to business! Yours may,
because you don't know how to manage her; but mine——"</p>
<p>"Well, now she is gone, Dyo; and very good she was to you,
And in your heart, you know it."</p>
<p>Whether he said this roguishly, or from the feeling which all
of us have when it comes to one another, I declare I knew not
<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_89">[Pg 89]</SPAN></span>
then, and I know not even now. For I did not feel so sharply
up to look to mine own interest, with these recollections over
me. I waited for him to begin again, but he seemed to stick
back in the corner. And in spite of all that turbot business, at
the moment I could not help holding out my hand to him.</p>
<p class="pmb3">He took it, and shook it, with as much emotion as if he had
truly been fond of my wife; and I felt that nothing more must
be said concerning that order to Sandy Macraw. It seemed to
be very good reason also, for getting out of that interview; for
I might say things to be sorry for, if I allowed myself to go on
any more with my heart so open. Therefore I called in my
usual briskness, "Lo, the water is rising! The children must
be at the mouth of the well. What will the good wife prophesy
if she sees thee coming up the stairs with thy two feet soaking
wet, Master Hezekiah?"</p>
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