Adventures and Recollections Part 8
for a few minutes when they saw me, and the uncle was fairly exasperated to find that his niece was not with me. "What have you done with her?" he asked, excitedly. "Have you drowned her?" I besought him to "be quiet,"
and then I would tell him all about it. So he was quiet, and I told him where I had left the girl. There were three sons with the uncle, and the four received my story with distrust-they would see their cousin that night they declared. Thus, my position was getting pretty hot, and there was nothing for it but to return to Stockton. This conclusion vexed me sore, for with my tired and weary frame I was well-nigh ready to drop; but I saw there was no other way out of the situation. I had already met three friends I knew in Middlesborough, the three brothers O'Gorman-I had made their acquaintance some time previously at Keighley-and they agreed to walk back with me to Stockton-on-Tees. The girl's uncle and her three cousins made the party into eight-a veritable cavalcade in quest of a poor, defenceless woman. We got to Stockton all right, and the uncle and his sons took the girl in charge, while I was left with my three friends, the O'Gormans, to do as I liked. What was more, I was robbed of all opportunities of communing with the "erstwhile companion of my choice"-
Who afterwards became, I trow, A partner in my weal and woe.
My newly-found friends and I went back to Middlesborough. Going on the quay one morning, I fell in with two men, whom I asked if there was any chance of a job. After scanning me o'er and o'er they asked what I was able to do-what trade I was at last. Out of my thousand and odd "qualifications" I decided that I "had done a bit o' sailoring." "Can you do anything in the dockyard?" asked one of them. "Yes," I thought I could. Then was I engaged.
AS A DOCK-YARD LABOURER
The salary was fixed by my employers at 5 per month, though I was told that I should have to work a month "in hand;" which was rather hard for me, seeing that I was without money. Soon after I again fell in with the O'Gormans, and was introduced to the family. The head of the household was Peter O'Gorman, who had been in America and understood dock-yard business a good bit. Well, I got on fairly well as docker-a free labourer, I think I was,-although the work was not by any means regular, depending as it did on the arrival of timber-laden vessels from Norway and Sweden. Having a good deal of time hanging on my hands I visited various parts of the town, and it was one morning, while on an errand of this sort, that one of the O'Gormans came up to me and showed me an advertis.e.m.e.nt inviting applications for the execution of certain excavating work in connection with the Middlesborough new cemetery.
ACTING THE NAVVY CONTRACTOR
The advertis.e.m.e.nt gave great prominence to the instruction, "No Irish need apply." Now, my friend O'Gorman was an Irishman, and he was desirous of applying for the job. So he asked me if I would be good enough to don myself in his labourer's clothes and try to secure the contract. I said I should be glad to do so. After receiving due instruction as to how to proceed in the application, I went and presented myself to the contractor. That individual, I found out, was a Scotchman of the name of Macpherson. He put different questions to me as to whether I was capable of doing the work, &c. One of his inquiries had reference to my abilities for drawing. Could I draw? "Yes," I thought I could, and on a sheet of paper which Mr Macpherson supplied, I tried my hand at drawing. My production was satisfactory. "Can you find men?" he asked. "Yes," said I.
"What about the tools?" "Oh!" I had to reply, "I have no tools." This notwithstanding, he said, I might start on the job next morning, and bring all my men. I completed my arrangements with the Messrs O'Gorman, and next morning my (?) workmen were "at it," spades, picks, &c, being provided by Mr Macpherson. What may seem more surprising, I continued at my own work in the dockyard, besides acting (though really but nominally) as sub-contractor in the excavating work at the cemetery. In about a week, however, Mr Macpherson "smelt a rat," and found out that the job was a hoax so far as I was concerned; nevertheless the work went on all right. The land was very soft and easily worked, being mostly formed of sand and pebbles; and the contract was completed within five weeks. The payment ran to 10s per day per man, all of us having agreed to go in share and share alike. So that with this and my work at the dock-yard I did very well, and "got on to my feet" again. Indeed, to make a long story short I had got to be a regular "masher."
FALLING AMONG KEIGHLEY FRIENDS
I made up my mind to come back to Keighley, and let my folks see how I was getting on.
Home of my boyish days, how can I call, Scenes to my memory that did befall?
How can my trembling pen find power to tell The grief I experienced in bidding farewell?
Can I forget the days joyously spent That flew on so rapidly, sweet with content?
Can I then quit thee, whose memory's so dear, Home of my boyish days, without one tear?
Can I look back on days that have gone by, Without one pleasant thought, without one sigh?
Oh, no; though never these eyes may dwell On thee, old cottage home I love so well; Home of my childhood, wherever I be, Thou art the nearest and dearest to me.
Accordingly I gave up my situation at the dockyard, and having bid adieu to Middlesborough, I took train for Bradford. In Bradford, I have to say to my sorrow, I fell in with some of my Keighley friends, and within a very short time I had been induced to part with all my money, and, in fact, some of my clothes. When I recovered my senses-for I must have lost them to act as I did-I found myself in a sad and sorry plight.
ENLISTING IN THE ARMY
The time chanced to be about the outbreak of the Crimean War, and they were "drumming up" for the army. There were recruiting sergeants to be met with at every turn. It is said that even a worm will turn when trodden on, and it did not require much of the sergeant's persuasive oratory to induce me to take the Queen's shilling and enlist in the West York Rifles.
I left yon fields so fair to view, I left yon mountain pa.s.s and peaks; I left two e'en so bonny blue, A dimpled chin and rosy cheeks.
For a helmet gay and suit o' red I did exchange my corduroy; I mind the words the sergeant said When I, in sooth, was but a boy.
CHAPTER IX
MY MILITARY CAREER
Now I commence a brand new era of my life. I am one of the Queen's great body-guard-I am 'listed-sworn, and all. Why this? Was it because I wanted to "follow to the field some warlike lord?" No; it was simply a thirst to see fresh fields and pastures new-fresh places and fresh faces. It was not long before I found that my desire was to be gratified, for I learned that the regiment to which I belonged-or soon was to belong-was already on the road from Aldershot to Edinburgh. I saw that my long-cherished desire to visit the Land o' Cakes and Barley was to be fulfilled. I believe that I shall have to confess that the thought of getting to see bonnie Scotland was the all-powerful reason for my joining the army. When I 'listed I told the sergeant that he had better take me to the headquarters in Bradford at once, as I was so well known in the town, and did not want to figure as a recruit in the "publics," where it was the custom to keep the recruits until a batch had been got together. Still the sergeant kept me there, until I threatened that if he did not send me off at once I would desert and leave the town. I was the only recruit he got in Bradford. He took me to Pontefract, where there were more recruits in waiting.
EMBARKING FOR SCOTLAND
I stayed in Pontefract a couple of days, and then I was moved with the other recruits to the port of Hull, where we embarked one splendid autumn afternoon in a screw steamer for Leith, in Scotland. I shall never forget the incidents which happened during this short voyage. There were many pa.s.sengers on board, not the least important being a couple of London sharpers. There was an escort of soldiers who were taking a deserter back to his regiment, and there was a young man-o'-war's man belonging to the good ship "Cornwallis." He was going to Scotland to see his mother in Edinburgh. Then there was an elderly gentleman, who, judging by his bronzed countenance, had been in a foreign clime for a long time. He was returning to his native heath. Another pa.s.senger was a dashing young gentleman, whose father, he told us, was an hotel-keeper in Rotherham, near Sheffield. This one had his fingers gaudily ornamented with rings and diamonds. Of course there isn't much to be said of us recruits, except, perhaps, that we were regarded as so many "raw lads."
Nevertheless we pa.s.sed our time during the day very agreeably in various ways-games, &c.-until darkness settled over the ship, and then we retired into the cabin.
THIEVES ON BOARD
At night, I recollect, the wind was very boisterous, and the sea very rough. All we recruits-or the majority of us-were quite ready for Morpheus to take us in his arms when retiring-time came. The men's sleeping apartment was one common room. Stillness and silence-save and except, perhaps, the snoring-reigned with us until about one after midnight, when (I remember I was thinking of "Home, Sweet Home" at the time) I saw two men gliding stealthily about the cabin. One of the men carried a lighted taper, which he shielded with his hand, and his companion, I saw, was in the act of robbing the sleeping pa.s.sengers; taking anything that came in their way-provided, of course, that it was worth taking. I overheard one of the two say, "Let's get to the other side, them recruits'll have nothing." Then did they steal across to the other side of the cabin. I saw them take money from the old gentleman first. He was hard asleep. Then they took rings from the fingers of the young masher, and next turned their attention to the young sailor lad further on. His money was in a little bag tied round his neck, beneath his shirt breast. The robbers cut the bag away, and took it with them; it contained the savings of the lad and his pa.s.sport. All this I saw done, and did not dare to move or speak for fear of being "done" by the rascals. Having stripped the cabin of all that appeared to be in their line, they left and went up the stairs onto the deck, feeling, I suppose, c.o.c.ksure that they had had their rascality to themselves. The morn dawned, and the first to give the alarm that they had been robbed were those two London "prigs," who swore vengeance upon the whole of us. One of them declared that he had been a rogue all his life-a sentiment to which I said "aye," "aye" in my own mind,-but added that if he could find the man who had taken 28s from his pockets he would forgive him. The other thief said he had lost his watch, but he, too, would forgive the man who would acknowledge and return it. Then there was a general hulabaloo among the pa.s.sengers, and everybody began to be alarmed. Each felt in his pockets and examined his belongings, and with very few exceptions all who had had anything to lose _had_ lost it. The captain came across the bow, and was told that there were thieves on board and he ought to have the pa.s.sengers searched. The captain said he could hardly do that on the high seas: it was against all sea-faring law; but he suggested when they arrived at the port of Leith the authorities would do their best to find out the guilty ones. He also pointed out that it behoved anyone on board, if he had the slightest suspicion, to give information to him.
HOW THE THIEVES WERE TRAPPED
I knew full well I was the one able to do this, but I did not step forward, being somewhat at a loss which way to go about it. However, as we were coasting Fifeshire, I slipped down into the steward's room, when all the pa.s.sengers were basking in the sun on the deck, and told the steward all I knew about the affair. I got him to promise to tell the captain in such a way that it should not be known until we had disembarked that I had given the information. He transferred the information to the captain, and presently the steward came and beckoned me to follow him down to his cabin, remarking that n.o.body would see me. I saw the captain, and told him what I knew of the matter. The robbery continued to be the sole topic of talk the rest of the journey. Clearing the coast of Fife, we soon came in sight of Edinburgh, and, sailing up the Forth, we finally landed at Leith. It was Sunday afternoon, and there were large numbers of people about to watch us land. The majority of the people ran for the first pier, but the captain ordered the vessel to land at the second pier, which disappointed the people. Two Scottish policemen were stationed at the bottom of the gangway. The escort with their prisoner were allowed to pa.s.s; also the recruits, with the exception of myself. Next the pa.s.sengers filed off, and, in turn, came the two c.o.c.kney "prigs." The captain ordered them to be searched by the policeman; and searched they were, though not without some show of resistance.
Everything that was missing was found upon them, with the exception of the young sailor's pa.s.sport.
THE TRIAL AND IMPRISONMENT
The twain were handcuffed and taken to Carlton Gaol, at the top end of Edinburgh, and the next morning they were tried before the Lord Provost, and each sentenced to twelve months' imprisonment with hard labour. I was called to give evidence in the court, and chagrined the two London sharpers must have felt to find out how they had been caught red-handed.
This was my first appearance in a police court.
AT EDINBURGH-BILL TELLS THE COLONEL SOMETHING
On the night of our arrival, the deserter was taken to Edinburgh, and put into the guard-room. The recruits and myself were drawn up in line before the Colonel, and we were asked particularly who we were and whence we came. My turn arrived. "Well, and who are you?" says the Colonel. "You seem to have had a better time than these Sheffielders." I told him that I was from Keighley, in the West Riding of Yorkshire. "Is that somewhere near Bingley?" asked the Colonel. "Yes," replied I, "about four miles away." "Do you know a gentleman in the neighbourhood called William Busfeild Ferrand?" "Yes, sir," replied I. "He lives at St. Ives; I know him very well." "Have you (queried the Colonel with a merry twinkling in his eye) ever had any of his hares and rabbits?" "No," replied I, "I'm not a poacher." "Well," remarked the Colonel, "I think you will do well; perhaps it's the best thing you ever did. But of these Sheffielders I have no high opinion; they're a bad sample of soldiers indeed, and if I had my way I would pet.i.tion Government to have no Sheffielders at all in the Army." Then we retired from the Colonel's presence, the sergeant in charge being instructed to take us on the following morning before the regimental doctor for examination. Set at liberty for the time being, we recruits made for the canteen. There we found all cla.s.ses of soldiers-Highlanders, Lancers, Artillerymen-all supping their ale and making merry.