<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XLIV">CHAPTER XLIV.</SPAN><br/> <span class="small1">PROVIDES FOR EDUCATION.</span></h2>
<p>Having before me several years of absence from home, if it
should please the Lord so long to spare me, I now took measures
for the welfare of those who would chiefly miss me. The
little cottage was my own from many generations, and in a new
will made by a clever man (no less than our new schoolmaster),
I left it to Bunny, and all my effects, except my boat, and the
sum of ten guineas, which two items, as honour demanded,
were for Miss Delushy. But what is wealth without education?
No more than a plummet without the line. Knowing this, I
provided as follows.</p>
<p>A thoroughly fine new schoolmaster had arisen, as aforesaid,
for the purpose of educating all our Newton children. Our
good parson had brought him in, not because the old one, being
challenged by the village tailor to spell the word "horse"
without the picture, proved his command of the alphabet by
accomplishing it in nine different ways, all wrong (for that was
entered to his credit, when the tailor failed to do the like), but
because he horsed a boy and left him there for the afternoon,
having fallen asleep without thrashing him. And it shows
what the public confusion of mind is, that there were not three
people in all the parish who could help jumbling these stories
together, because each of them had a horse in it! However
the poor old man had to go, and Colonel Lougher, having
nothing to do with the spelling of the children, thought it so
hard on his brother's part, that he made the old man his head
gardener, so as to double his wages, and enable him to sleep
not half, but the whole of the afternoon.</p>
<p>His successor in the school had been sought out very diligently,
and he could spell almost as well as Bardie could pronounce
a word. But when we found that he came from a
distance more than a quick man could walk in a day, and that
he could not through all his forefathers (although they were
quite at his finger-ends) claim so much even as intermarriage
with any of our third-rate families, much less with any Llewellyns,
or Hopkins, or Bevans, or even Thomases, we saw that
even Parson Lougher had gone a little too far for us, and not
a woman in the place would let a bedroom to that man.
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However we could not bolt him out of his own schoolroom,
and there he slept, contented with a pile of slates for bedstead,
and of copy-books for bolster and for pillow. For a week at
least he had no school, but he went to church and sang beautifully
(which brought half the women over), and the children
began to be such a plague, at home, before Monday morning,
that eight or nine were sent back to school, as if with halters
round their necks. With these he took so much kind trouble,
that in three hours they learned more than the parish had
learned for a generation; so much that they could not keep it
down when they went home for dinner. In the afternoon there
were twenty pupils, and by the end of the week three dozen.
But how could they prove him to their parents qualified for a
bedroom?</p>
<p>Upon the strength of my present position, and unrivalled
experience, I found it my duty to come to the fore, and take the
command of the householders. And knowing of course what
a waste of time it is to reason with anybody, I seized the bull
by the horns, and offered Master Roger Berkrolles the occupancy
of my cottage upon most liberal conditions. "That is to
say for rent per quarter, one sea-snail, and per annum one
cockleshell, to preserve the title; provided nevertheless and
upon this express condition that my lawful granddaughter
Bunny should be fed, alimented, sufficiently nourished, clothed,
clad, apparelled, and in garments found; also taught, instructed,
indoctrined, educated and perfected in every branch of useful
knowledge by the said Roger Berkrolles. Item, that if a certain
child of tender years known as 'Delushy,' should at any
time appear on the premises and demand instruction, instruction
of the highest order, and three slices of bread-and-butter,
should be imparted to her without charge, <i>de die in diem</i>." I
objected to these "dies," as being of a nasty churchyard sound;
but Master Roger convinced me soon, and must have convinced
a far tougher fellow, that to put our latter end out of sight
and out of mind so, is a bad example and discouragement for
the young ones, whose place it is to dwell on it.</p>
<p>A man of far coarser tone of mind than mine would be required
to describe Master Roger's sense of gratitude towards me.
When I do a handsome thing, I cannot bear to tell of it, nor even
to receive the praise accruing from what neighbours know.
"Do it, and be done with it," in all such cases is my rule;
and if Roger chose to give me an inventory of goods and
chattels, he can bear me out in saying that I scorned to call a
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witness in to put his name to it. Business is not my strong
point, and it never is with a man of largeness.</p>
<p>The next thing for me to see to was to get some wicked
warrants quashed; which a deep ignorance of my character, and
the lies of very low villains, had induced some weak or vicious
magistrates to issue; so that in the sporting season (when I
might have done my best), I was forced to decamp with my
telescope. This has been mentioned perhaps before; but not
my strong resolution to face it out, as soon as ever the sense of
a strong position enabled me. No doubt they had meant to
do their duty; and I forgave them altogether. There were
three of them. Two names I quite forget. How can one
think of such trifles at sea? But the third was one Master
Anthony Stew, who had tyrannised over me dreadfully, in the
times of my tribulation. Up to this man's gate I went, and
rang the great bell, with my three stripes on, and a cap of
fronted tapestry. Squire Anthony was about, somewhere on
the premises, would my honour mind waiting while the boy
went round to look for him? This maid never guessed how
often she had told me my fish was bad, and what a shame it
was to make them eat it up in the kitchen, or starve; and
where did I hope to go to? Neither did she recollect how she
had as good as made me kiss her behind the meat-screen, when
my glory began to grow for saving those drowned niggers.
And yet I could not be sure that she did not know it all, and
hide it all, for the joy of boasting afterwards. I understand
everything, except women.</p>
<p>When I was shown into the drawing-room, and Mrs Stew
with a curtsy went out, as if afraid to trust herself in a presence
so imposing, I had a great mind to take a nip at some of the
rubbish upon the table. The whole of these nick-nacks could
never have paid me half what this fellow had cost me in fines,
expenses, costs, and so on; without a bit of evidence from any
man of character. However, I only looked at them.</p>
<p>When that low Anthony Stew came in, he knew me (before
I could speak almost); he gave a quick glance at the table, and
then without another word showed me out, in spite of all my
uniform, to his dirty little justice-room. With such a man, I
should think it wrong to go into his ribaldry; only he said
this, at last;</p>
<p>"Davy, thou thief, we will withdraw them, because we
cannot execute them; now thou art in Royal Service. Five
there are, if I remember. Does your conscience plead to more?"</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_295">[Pg 295]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"My conscience pleads to none, your Worship. Perjured
scoundrels all of them. Five was the number, I do believe.
Alas! what may we come to?"</p>
<p>"The gallows, Dyo, the gallows, thou rogue! Thou hast
had some shavings. But when thy turn comes, good Dyo, I
will do thee a good turn, if I can."</p>
<p>"Will your Worship tell me why? I never looked for anything
but the flint-edge from your Worship."</p>
<p>"Because thou art the only rogue I never was a match for.
There, go thy way now; go thy way; or I shall be asking thee
to dinner."</p>
<p>"Nay, your Worship, God forbid! What food have I had
since breakfast-time?" And so I won the last word of him.</p>
<p>After this provision for my good repute, and defiance of
magisterial scandal on behalf of Bunny, my next act was one
of pure generosity towards an ancient enemy. Poor Sandy
Macraw had a very hard fight to maintain himself and his
numerous and still increasing family. Sometimes they did
not taste so much as a rind of bacon for months together, but
lived on barley-bread and dog-fish, or such stuff as he could
not sell, with oatmeal cakes for a noble treat every other Sunday.
What did I do but impart to him, under document
drawn by Berkrolles, that licence to fish off and on Sker Point
which my courage had well established, with authority to him
and covenant by him to attack and scare all poachers; the
whole to be void upon my return, if so I should think proper.
And not only this, but I put him in funds to replace all his
tackle, by enabling him to sell his boat. For I went so far as
to lease him my own, at a moderate yearly rental, upon condition
that he should keep her in thorough repair and as good as
new. And for the further validity (as the lease said) of this
agreement, two years' rent became due at once, and was paid
from the price of the other boat. My boat went twice as fast
as Sandy's, and was far more handy, so that this bargain was
fair and generous, and did honour to all concerned.</p>
<p>The next and last thing, before starting, was to provide for
poor Bardie herself. For I feared that Hezekiah, or some
other unprincipled fellow, might trump up a case, and get hold
of her, and sell, or by other means turn into money my little
pet, to the loss of my rights, and perhaps her own undoing.
Resolved as I was to stop all chances of villany of that kind,
I went direct to Colonel Lougher and to Lady Bluett. Here
I made the cleanest breast that ever was scooped out almost.
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I may declare that I kept in nothing, except about painting
the boat, and one or two infinite trifles of that sort, which it
would have been a downright impertinence to dwell upon.
Nevertheless Colonel Lougher said that some blame might
attach to me in spite of all pure intentions.</p>
<p>But Lady Bluett said no, no. She would not hear of it for
a moment. The only thing that surprised her was Llewellyn's
thorough unselfishness, and chivalrous devotion to a child who
was nothing to him. She was a bewitching little dear; no one
who saw her could doubt that; still it showed a very soft side
to a wonderfully gallant character, when through all modesty
it appeared what womanly tenderness there had been. And
this proved how entirely right her opinion had been from the
very first, and what a mistake the good Colonel had made, in
declining to let her even argue.</p>
<p>"My dear Eleanor, my dear Eleanor," cried the Colonel, with
his eyes wide open, and his white hand spread to her; "I am
surprised to hear you say so. But we cannot go into that question
now. Llewellyn begged for my opinion. Yours, my dear
(as you have proved), is of course more valuable: still I thought
that it was mine——"</p>
<p>"To be sure it was, dear Henry. Yours is what was asked
for. My rule is never to interrupt you, but to listen silently."</p>
<p>"To be sure, Eleanor, to be sure! And we always agree in
the end, my dear. But so far as I can judge at present, Llewellyn,
although with the very best meaning——"</p>
<p>"And a display of the greatest valour. Come, Colonel, even
by his own account——"</p>
<p>"Yes, my dear, great valour, no doubt, coupled with very
sound discretion. Yet when I come to consider the whole, I
really do think that your hero might have entered more fully
into these particulars about the boat. Of course, he had no
motive, and it was simply an error of judgment——"</p>
<p>"Henry, there was no error at all. What could he do when
they would not even listen to him about the name of the ship?
If they would not listen about a ship, is it likely they would
listen about a boat? And a very small atom of a boat! The
thing is too ridiculous."</p>
<p>Perceiving a pause, I made my bow; for the very last thing
I could desire would be to sow a controversy between the
gentleman and lady, whom of all the county I esteemed the
most and loved the best. And I knew that if I caused dissension
in a pair so well united, each would think the less of me,
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when they came to make it up together. Moreover, my object
was attained. Their attention was drawn to the child again:
the Colonel, as the nearest magistrate, was put in legal charge
of her: I was now quit of all concealment: and Lady Bluett
had promised to see to the poor thing's education, if ever she
should need any.</p>
<p>This I hoped with all my heart that she would do, and
quickly too. And indeed she was growing at such a pace
after that long illness, also getting so wonderfully clever about
almost everything, and full of remarks that might never strike
a grown man till he thought of them, that the only way or
chance I saw of taking the genius out of her, was to begin her
education. Forgetting just now a good deal of my own, and
being so full of artillery, I got Master Berkrolles to make the
first start, and show her the way to the alphabet. Our Bunny
now could spell "cat" and "dog," and could make a good shot
at some other words, and enjoyed a laugh at children (head and
shoulders over her) whenever they went amiss, and she from
the master's face was sure of it. But Bardie had never been to
school; for I thought it below her rank so much; and now I
contrived for our great schoolmaster to come to my cottage, and
there begin.</p>
<p>It must have made the very gravest man, ever cut from a
block of wood, laugh to behold Master Roger, and her. He
with his natural dignity, and well-founded sense of learning,
and continual craving for a perfect form of discipline; yet
unable to conceal his great wonder at her ways: she on her
side taking measure of him in a shy glance or two, and letting
her long eyelashes fall, and crossing her feet with one shoulder
towards him, for him to begin with her. He vowed that he
never had such a pupil; instead of learning, she wanted to
know the reason why of everything. Why had A two legs
and a girdle, while B had two stomachs and no leg at all? C
was the moon, from the shape of it. It was no good to tell her
that C was the cat; a cat had four legs and C had none: and
as for D being a dog, she would fetch dear Dutch, if he would
not believe her, and show him what a dog was like. And then
perceiving how patient he was, and understanding his goodness,
the poor little fatherless soul jumped up on his knee, and demanded
a play with him. He did not know how to play very
well, because he was an ancient bachelor; but entering into
her sad luck, from knowledge of her history, he did the very
best thing (as I thought) that ever had been done to her. He
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put her on a stool between his knees, and through the gloss of
her hair he poured such very beautiful and true stories, that one
could almost see her mind (like the bud of a primrose) opening.
She pushed up her little hands and tossed her thick hair out of
the hearing way, and then, being absorbed in some adventures
like her own almost, round she turned and laid her eyes upon
his furrowed yet beaming face, and her delicate elbows on his
knees, and drank in every word, with sighs, and short breath,
and a tear or two.</p>
<p class="pmb3">Although, from one point of view, I did not like to be superseded
so, especially in my own department, as might be said,
of story-telling, yet I put small feelings away, and all the jaundice
of jealousy. If I were bound to go wherever Government
might order me, for the safety of our native land, and with
moderate pay accruing, also with a high position, and good
hopes of raising it, the least I could do was to thank the Lord
for sending those two poor children a man, so wise, and accomplished,
and kind-hearted, bound over to look after them. And
yet I would almost as lief have committed them into the hands
of Mother Jones, who could scarcely vie with me. But they
promised never to forget me; and the night before I went
away, I carried Bardie back to Sker, and saw that Black Evan
was dying.</p>
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