Jacob Faithful Part 39
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One morning he came down to the hard, and, as usual, I expected that he would go down the river. I ran to my boat, and hauled in close.
"No, Jacob, no; this day you will not carry Caesar and his fortunes, but I have an order for you."
"Thank you; sir; what is the play?"
"The play--pooh! no play; but I hope it will prove a farce, nevertheless, before it's over. We are to have a pic-nic party upon one of those little islands up the river by Kew. All sock and buskin, all theatricals: if the wherries upset, the Hay-market may shut up, for it will be '_exeunt omnes_' with all its best performers. Look you, Jacob, we shall want three wherries, and I leave you to pick out the other two--oars in each, of course. You must be at Whitehall steps exactly at nine o'clock, and I daresay the ladies won't make you wait more than an hour or two, which, for them, is tolerably punctual."
Mr Tinfoil then entered into the arrangement for remuneration, and walked away; and I was conning over in my mind whom I should select from my brother watermen, and whether I should ask old Stapleton to take the other oar in my boat, when I heard a voice never to be mistaken by me--
"Life is like a summer day Warmed by a sunny ray.
"Lower away yet, Tom. That'll do, my trump.
"Sometimes a dreary cloud, Chill blast, or tempest loud.
"Look out for Jacob, Tom," cried the old man, as the head of the lighter, with her mast lowered down, made its appearance through the arch of Putney Bridge, with bright blue streaks on her sides.
"Here he is, father," replied Tom, who was standing forward by the windla.s.s, with the fall in his hand.
I had shoved off, on hearing old Tom's voice, and was alongside almost as soon as the lighter had pa.s.sed under the bridge, and discovered old Tom at the helm. I sprang on the deck, with the chain-painter of the wherry in my hand, made it fast, and went aft to old Tom, who seized my hand.
"This is as it should be, my boy, both on the look-out for each other.
The heart warms when we know the feeling is on both sides. You're seldom out of our thoughts, boy, and always in our hearts. Now, jump forward, for Tom's fretting to greet you, I see, and you may just as well help him to sway up the mast when you are there."
I went forward, shook hands with Tom, and then clapped on the fall, and a.s.sisted him to hoist the mast. We then went aft to his father and communicated everything of interest which had pa.s.sed since our last meeting at the house of old Stapleton.
"And how's Mary?" inquired Tom; "she's a very fine la.s.s, and I've thought of her more than once; but I saw that all you said about her was true. How she did flam the poor old Dominie!"
"I have had a few words with her about it, and she has promised to be wiser," replied I; "but as her father says, 'in her it's human natur'.'"
"She's a fine craft," observed old Tom, "and they always be a little ticklish. But, Jacob, you've had some inquiries made after you, and by the women, too."
"Indeed!" replied I.
"Yes; and I have had the honour of being sent for into the parlour. Do you guess now?"
"Yes," said I, a gloom coming over my countenance. "I presume it is Drummond and Sarah whom you refer to?"
"Exactly."
Tom then informed me that Mrs Drummond had sent for him, and asked a great many questions about me, and desired him to say that they were very glad to hear that I was well and comfortable, and hoped that I would call and see her and Sarah when I came that way. Mrs Drummond then left the room, and Tom was alone with Sarah, who desired him to say, that her father had found out that I had not been wrong; that he had dismissed both the clerks; and that he was very sorry he had been so deceived--"and then," said Tom, "Miss Sarah told me to say from herself, that she had been very unhappy since you had left them, but that she hoped that you would forgive and forget some day or another, and come back to them; and that I was to give you her love, and call next time we went up the river for something that she wanted to send to you. So you perceive, Jacob, that you are not forgotten, and justice has been done to you."
"Yes," replied I, "but it has been too late; so let us say no more about it. I am quite happy as I am."
I then told them of the pic-nic party of the next day, upon which Tom volunteered to take the other oar in my boat, as he would not be wanted while the barge was at the wharf. Old Tom gave his consent, and it was agreed he should meet me next morning at daylight.
"I've a notion there'll be some fun, Jacob," said he, "from what you say."
"I think so, too; but you've towed me two miles, and I must be off again, or I shall lose my dinner; so good-bye;" I selected two other wherries in the course of the afternoon, and then returned home.
It was a lovely morning when Tom and I washed out the boat, and, having dressed ourselves in our neatest clothes, we shoved off in company with the two other wherries, and dropped leisurely down the river with the last of the ebb. When we pulled in to the stairs at Whitehall, we found two men waiting for us with three or four hampers, some baskets, an iron saucepan, a frying-pan, and a large tin pail with a cover, full of rough ice to cool the wines. We were directed to put all these articles into one boat; the others to be reserved for the company.
"Jacob," said Tom, "don't let us be kitchen; I'm togged out for the parlour."
This point had just been arranged, and the articles put into the wherry, when the party made their appearance, Mr Tinfoil acting as master of the ceremonies.
"Fair t.i.tania," said he to the lady who appeared to demand, and therefore received, the most attention, "allow me to hand you to your throne."
"Many thanks, good Puck," replied the lady; "we are well placed; but dear me, we haven't brought, or we have lost, our vinaigrette; we positively cannot go without it. What can our women have been about?"
"Pease-blossom and Mustard-seed are much to blame," replied Tinfoil; "but shall I run back for it?"
"Yes," replied the lady, "and be here again ere the leviathan can swim a league."
"I'll put a girdle round the earth in forty minutes," replied the gentleman, stepping out of the boat.
"Won't you be a little out of breath before you come back, sir?" said Tom, joining the conversation.
This remark, far from giving offence, was followed by a general laugh.
Before Mr Tinfoil was out of sight, the lost vinaigrette was dropped out of the lady's handkerchief; he was therefore recalled; and the whole of the party being arranged in the two boats, we shoved off; the third boat, in which the provender had been stowed, followed us, and was occupied by the two attendants, a call-boy and scene-s.h.i.+fter, who were addressed by Tinfoil as Caliban and Stephano.
"Is all our company here?" said a pert-looking, little pug-nosed man, who had taken upon himself the part of Quince the carpenter, in the Midsummer Night's Dream. "You, Nick Bottom," continued he, addressing another, "are set down for Pyramus."
The party addressed did not, however, appear to enter into the humour.
He was a heavy-made, rather corpulent, white-faced personage, dressed in white jean trousers, white waistcoat, brown coat, and white hat.
Whether anything had put him out of humour I know not, but it is evident that he was the b.u.t.t of the ladies and of most of the party.
"I'll just thank you," replied this personage, whose real name was Winterbottom, "to be quiet, Mr Western, for I shan't stand any of your nonsense."
"Oh, Mr Winterbottom, surely you are not about to sow the seeds of discord so early. Look at the scene before you--hear how the birds are singing, how merrily the sun s.h.i.+nes and how beautifully the water sparkles! Who can be cross on such a morning as this?"
"No, miss," replied Mr Winterbottom, "not at all--not at all--only my name's Winterbottom, and not Bottom. I don't wear an a.s.s's head to please anybody--that's all. I won't be _bottom_--that's _flat_."
"That depends upon circ.u.mstances, sir," observed Tom.
"What business have you to shove your oar in, Mr Waterman?"
"I was hired for the purpose," replied Tom, dipping his oar in the water, and giving a hearty stroke.
"Stick to your own element, then--shove your oar into the water, but not into our discourse."
"Well, sir, I won't say another word, if you don't like it."
"But you may to me," said t.i.tania, laughing, "whenever you please."
"And to me too," said Tinfoil, who was amused with Tom's replies.
Mr Winterbottom became very wroth, and demanded to be put on sh.o.r.e directly, but the Fairy Queen ordered us to obey him at our peril, and Mr Winterbottom was carried up the river very much against his inclination.
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