Short Cruises Part 26
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"Well, I'll tell you this much," ses the cook, arter sitting with his 'ead in his 'ands, thinking; "one of 'em is nearly the ugliest man in the fo'c's'le and the other ain't."
O' course, that didn't 'elp 'em much, but it caused a lot of argufying, and the ugliest man aboard, instead o' being grateful, behaved more like a wild beast than a Christian when it was pointed out to him that he was safe.
Arter that dream about Bill, there was no keeping the cook in his place.
He 'ad dreams pretty near every night, and talked little bits of 'em in his sleep. Little bits that you couldn't make head nor tail of, and when we asked 'im next morning he'd always shake his 'ead and say, "Never mind." Sometimes he'd mention a chap's name in 'is sleep and make 'im nervous for days.
It was an unlucky v'y'ge that, for some of 'em. About a week arter pore Bill's accident Ted Jones started playing catch-ball with another chap and a empty beer-bottle, and about the fifth chuck Ted caught it with his face. We thought 'e was killed at fust-he made such a noise; but they got 'im down below, and, arter they 'ad picked out as much broken gla.s.s as Ted would let 'em, the second officer did 'im up in sticking-plaster and told 'im to keep quiet for an hour or two.
Ted was very proud of 'is looks, and the way he went on was alarming.
Fust of all he found fault with the chap 'e was playing with, and then he turned on the cook.
"It's a pity you didn't see that in a dream," he ses, tryin' to sneer, on'y the sticking-plaster was too strong for 'im.
"But I did see it," ses the cook, drawin' 'imself up.
"Wot?" ses Ted, starting.
"I dreamt it night afore last, just exactly as it 'appened," ses the cook, in a offhand way.
"Why didn't you tell me, then?" ses Ted choking.
"It 'ud ha' been no good," ses the cook, smiling and shaking his 'ead.
"Wot I see must 'appen. I on'y see the future, and that must be."
"But you stood there watching me chucking the bottle about," ses Ted, getting out of 'is bunk. "Why didn't you stop me?"
"You don't understand," ses the cook. "If you'd 'ad more eddication-"
He didn't 'ave time to say any more afore Ted was on him, and cookie, being no fighter, 'ad to cook with one eye for the next two or three days. He kept quiet about 'is dreams for some time arter that, but it was no good, because George Hall, wot was a firm believer, gave 'im a licking for not warning 'im of a sprained ankle he got skylarking, and Bob Law took it out of 'im for not telling 'im that he was going to lose 'is suit of sh.o.r.e-going togs at cards.
The only chap that seemed to show any good feeling for the cook was a young feller named Joseph Meek, a steady young chap wot was goin' to be married to old Bill Foster's niece as soon as we got 'ome. n.o.body else knew it, but he told the cook all about it on the quiet. He said she was too good for 'im, but, do all he could, he couldn't get her to see it.
"My feelings 'ave changed," he ses.
"P'r'aps they'll change agin," ses the cook, trying to comfort 'im.
Joseph shook his 'ead. "No, I've made up my mind," he ses, very slow.
"I'm young yet, and, besides, I can't afford it; but 'ow to get out of it I don't know. Couldn't you 'ave a dream agin it for me?"
"Wot d'ye mean?" ses the cook, firing up. "Do you think I make my dreams up?"
"No, no; cert'inly not," ses Joseph, patting 'im on the shoulder; "but couldn't you do it just for once? 'Ave a dream that me and Emily are killed a few days arter the wedding. Don't say in wot way, 'cos she might think we could avoid it; just dream we are killed. Bill's always been a superst.i.tious man, and since you dreamt about his leg he'd believe anything; and he's that fond of Emily I believe he'd 'ave the wedding put off, at any rate-if I put him up to it."
It took 'im three days and a silver watch-chain to persuade the cook, but he did at last; and one arternoon, when old Bill, who was getting on fust-cla.s.s, was resting 'is leg in 'is bunk, the cook went below and turned in for a quiet sleep.
For ten minutes he was as peaceful as a lamb, and old Bill, who 'ad been laying in 'is bunk with an eye open watching 'im, was just dropping off 'imself, when the cook began to talk in 'is sleep, and the very fust words made Bill sit up as though something 'ad bit 'im.
"There they go," ses the cook, "Emily Foster and Joseph Meek-and there's old Bill, good old Bill, going to give the bride away. How 'appy they all look, especially Joseph!"
Old Bill put his 'and to his ear and leaned out of his bunk.
"There they go," ses the cook agin; "but wot is that 'orrible black thing with claws that's 'anging over Bill?"
Pore Bill nearly fell out of 'is bunk, but he saved 'imself at the last moment and lay there as pale as death, listening.
"It must be meant for Bill," ses the cook, "Well, pore Bill; he won't know of it, that's one thing. Let's 'ope it'll be sudden."
He lay quiet for some time and then he began again.
"No," he ses, "it isn't Bill; it's Joseph and Emily, stark and stiff, and they've on'y been married a week. 'Ow awful they look! Pore things.
Oh! oh! o-oh!"
He woke up with a s.h.i.+ver and began to groan and then 'e sat up in his bunk and saw old Bill leaning out and staring at 'im.
"You've been dreaming, cook," ses Bill, in a trembling voice.
"'Ave I?" ses the cook. "How do you know?"
"About me and my niece," ses Bill; "you was talking in your sleep."
"You oughtn't to 'ave listened," ses the cook, getting out of 'is bunk and going over to 'im. "I 'ope you didn't 'ear all I dreamt. 'Ow much did you hear?"
Bill told 'im, and the cook sat there, shaking his 'ead. "Thank goodness, you didn't 'ear the worst of it," he ses.
"Worst!" ses Bill. "Wot, was there any more of it?"
"Lot's more," ses the cook. "But promise me you won't tell Joseph, Bill.
Let 'im be happy while he can; it would on'y make 'im miserable, and it wouldn't do any good."
"I don't know so much about that," ses Bill, thinking about the arguments some of them had 'ad with Ted about the bottle. "Was it arter they was married, cookie, that it 'appened? Are you sure?"
"Certain sure. It was a week arter," ses the cook.
"Very well, then," ses Bill, slapping 'is bad leg by mistake; "if they didn't marry, it couldn't 'appen, could it?"
"Don't talk foolish," ses the cook; "they must marry. I saw it in my dream."
"Well, we'll see," ses Bill. "I'm going to 'ave a quiet talk with Joseph about it, and see wot he ses. I ain't a-going to 'ave my pore gal murdered just to please you and make your dreams come true."
He 'ad a quiet talk with Joseph, but Joseph wouldn't 'ear of it at fust.
He said it was all the cook's nonsense, though 'e owned up that it was funny that the cook should know about the wedding and Emily's name, and at last he said that they would put it afore Emily and let her decide.
That was about the last dream the cook had that v'y'ge, although he told old Bill one day that he had 'ad the same dream about Joseph and Emily agin, so that he was quite certain they 'ad got to be married and killed. He wouldn't tell Bill 'ow they was to be killed, because 'e said it would make 'im an old man afore his time; but, of course, he 'ad to say that if they wasn't married the other part couldn't come true. He said that as he 'ad never told 'is dreams before-except in the case of Bill's leg-he couldn't say for certain that they couldn't be prevented by taking care, but p'r'aps, they could; and Bill pointed out to 'im wot a useful man he would be if he could dream and warn people in time.
By the time we got into the London river old Bill's leg was getting on fust-rate, and he got along splendid on a pair of crutches the carpenter 'ad made for him. Him and Joseph and the cook had 'ad a good many talks about the dream, and the old man 'ad invited the cook to come along 'ome with 'em, to be referred to when he told the tale.
"I shall take my opportunity," he ses, "and break it to 'er gentle like.
When I speak to you, you chip in, and not afore. D'ye understand?"
We went into the East India Docks that v'y'ge, and got there early on a lovely summer's evening. Everybody was 'arf crazy at the idea o' going ash.o.r.e agin, and working as cheerful and as willing as if they liked it.
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