"Nay, gentlemen," cried the under officer. "This quarrel must not continue here. We must have no brawling within the prison. Yet there is a level turf without, and as fine elbow-room as a gentleman could wish for a breather."

This proposal did not appear to commend itself to either of the angry gentlemen, who proceeded to exchange the length of their swords, and to promise that each should hear from the other before sunset. Our owner, as I may call him, the fop, took his departure at last, and the country squire having chosen the next ton swaggered off, cursing the courtiers, the Londoners, the sergeant, the prisoners, and above all, the ingrat.i.tude of the Government which had made him so small a return for his exertions. This was but the first of many such scenes, for the Government, in endeavouring to satisfy the claims of its supporters, had promised many more than there were prisoners. I am grieved to say that I have seen not only men, but even my own countrywomen, and ladies of t.i.tle to boot, wringing their hands and bewailing themselves because they were unable to get any of the poor Somersetshire folk to sell as slaves. Indeed, it was only with difficulty that they could be made to see that their claim upon Government did not give them the right of seizing any burgher or peasant who might come in their way, and shipping him right off for the Plantations.

Well, my dear grandchildren, from night to night through this long and weary winter I have taken you back with me into the past, and made you see scenes the players in which are all beneath the turf, save that perhaps here and there some greybeard like myself may have a recollection of them. I understand that you, Joseph, have every morning set down upon paper that which I have narrated the night before. It is as well that you should do so, for your own children and your children"s children may find it of interest, and even perhaps take a pride in hearing that their ancestors played a part in such scenes. But now the spring is coming, and the green is bare of snow, so that there are better things for you to do than to sit listening to the stories of a garrulous old man. Nay, nay, you shake your heads, but indeed those young limbs want exercising and strengthening and knitting together, which can never come from sitting toasting round the blaze. Besides, my story draws quickly to an end now, for I had never intended to tell you more than the events connected with the Western rising. If the closing part hath been of the dreariest, and if all doth not wind up with the ringing of bells and the joining of hands, like the tales in the chap-books, you must blame history and not me. For Truth is a stern mistress, and when one hath once started off with her one must follow on after the jade, though she lead in flat defiance of all the rules and conditions which would fain turn that tangled wilderness the world into the trim Dutch garden of the story-tellers.

Three days after our trial we were drawn up in North Street in front of the Castle with others from the other prisons who were to share our fate. We were placed four abreast, with a rope connecting each rank, and of these ranks I counted fifty, which would bring our total to two hundred. On each side of us rode dragoons, and in front and behind were companies of musqueteers to prevent any attempt at rescue or escape. In this order we set off upon the tenth day of September, amidst the weeping and wailing of the townsfolk, many of whom saw their sons or brothers marching off into exile without their being able to exchange a last word or embrace with them. Some of these poor folk, doddering old men and wrinkled, decrepit women, toiled for miles after us down the high-road, until the rearguard of foot faced round upon them, and drove them away with curses and blows from their ramrods.

That day we made our way through Yeovil and Sherborne, and on the morrow proceeded over the North Downs as far as Blandford, where we were penned together like cattle and left for the night. On the third day we resumed our march through Wimbourne and a line of pretty Dorsetshire villages-the last English villages which most of us were destined to see for many a long year to come. Late in the afternoon the spars and rigging of the shipping in Poole Harbour rose up before us, and in another hour we had descended the steep and craggy path which leads to the town. Here we were drawn up upon the quay opposite the broad-decked, heavy-sparred brig which was destined to carry us into slavery. Through all this march we met with the greatest kindness from the common people, who flocked out from their cottages with fruit and with milk, which they divided amongst us. At other places, at, the risk of their lives, Dissenting ministers came forth and stood by the wayside, blessing us as we pa.s.sed, in spite of the rough jeers and oaths of the soldiers.

We were marched aboard and led below by the mate of the vessel, a tall red-faced seaman with ear-rings in his ears, while the captain stood on the p.o.o.p with his legs apart and a pipe in his mouth, checking us off one by one by means of a list which he held in his hand. As he looked at the st.u.r.dy build and rustic health of the peasants, which even their long confinement had been unable to break down, his eyes glistened, and he rubbed his big red hands together with delight.

"Show them down, Jem!" he kept shouting to the mate. "Stow them safe, Jem! There"s lodgings for a d.u.c.h.ess down there, s"help me, there"s lodgings for a d.u.c.h.ess! Pack "em away!"

One by one we pa.s.sed before the delighted captain, and down the steep ladder which led into the hold. Here we were led along a narrow pa.s.sage, on either side of which opened the stalls which were prepared for us. As each man came opposite to the one set aside for him he was thrown into it by the brawny mate, and fastened down with anklets of iron by the seaman armourer in attendance. It was dark before we were all secured, but the captain came round with a lanthorn to satisfy himself that all his property was really safe. I could hear the mate and him reckoning the value of each prisoner, and counting what he would fetch in the Barbadoes market.

"Have you served out their fodder, Jem?" he asked, flashing his light into each stall in turn. "Have you seen that they had their rations?"

"A rye bread loaf and a pint o" water," answered the mate.

"Fit for a d.u.c.h.ess, s"help me!" cried the captain. "Look to this one, Jem. He is a l.u.s.ty rogue. Look to his great hands. He might work for years in the rice-swamps ere the land crabs have the picking of him."

"Aye, we"ll have smart bidding amid the settlers for this lot. "Cod, captain, but you have made a bargain of it! Od"s bud! you have done these London fools to some purpose."

"What is this?" roared the captain. "Here is one who hath not touched his allowance. How now, sirrah, art too dainty in the stomach to eat what your betters have eaten before you?"

"I have no hairt for food, zur," the prisoner answered.

"What, you must have your whims and fancies! You must pick and you must choose! I tell you, sirrah, that you are mine, body and soul! Twelve good pieces I paid for you, and now, forsooth, I am to be told that you will not eat! Turn to it at this instant, you saucy rogue, or I shall have you triced to the triangles!"

"Here is another," said the mate, "who sits ever with his head sunk upon his breast without spirit or life."

"Mutinous, obstinate dog!" cried the captain. "What ails you then? Why have you a face like an underwriter in a tempest?"

"If it plaize you, zur," the prisoner answered, "Oi do but think o" m" ould mother at Wellington, and woonder who will kape her now that Oi"m gone!"

"And what is that to me?" shouted the brutal seaman. "How can you arrive at your journey"s end sound and hearty if you sit like a sick fowl upon a perch? Laugh, man, and be merry, or I will give you something to weep for. Out on you, you chicken-hearted swab, to sulk and fret like a babe new weaned! Have you not all that heart could desire? Give him a touch with the rope"s-end, Jem, if ever you do observe him fretting. It is but to spite us that he doth it."

"If it please your honour," said a seaman, coming hurriedly down from the deck, "there is a stranger upon the p.o.o.p who will have speech with your honour."

"What manner of man, sirrah?"

"Surely he is a person of quality, your honour. He is as free wi" his words as though he were the captain o" the ship. The boatswain did but jog against him, and he swore so woundily at him and stared at him so, wi" een like a tiger-cat, that Job Harrison says we have shipped the devil himsel." The men don"t like the look of him, your honour!"

"Who the plague can this spark be?" said the skipper. "Go on deck, Jem, and tell him that I am counting my live stock, and that I shall be with him anon."

"Nay, your honour! There will trouble come of it unless you come up. He swears that he will not bear to be put off, and that he must see you on the instant."

"Curse his blood, whoever he be!" growled the seaman. "Every c.o.c.k on his own dunghill. What doth the rogue mean? Were he the Lord High Privy Seal, I would have him to know that I am lord of my own quarter-deck!" So saying, with many snorts of indignation, the mate and the captain withdrew together up the ladder, banging the heavy hatchways down as they pa.s.sed through.

A single oil-lamp swinging from a beam in the centre of the gangway which led between the rows of cells was the only light which was vouchsafed us. By its yellow, murky glimmer we could dimly see the great wooden ribs of the vessel, arching up on either side of us, and crossed by the huge beams which held the deck. A grievous stench from foul bilge water poisoned the close, heavy air. Every now and then, with a squeak and a clutter, a rat would dart across the little zone of light and vanish in the gloom upon the further side. Heavy breathing all round me showed that my companions, wearied out by their journey and their sufferings, had dropped into a slumber. From time to time one could hear the dismal clank of fetters, and the start and incatching of the breath, as some poor peasant, fresh from dreams of his humble homestead amid the groves of the Mendips, awoke of a sudden to see the great wooden coffin around him, and to breathe the venomous air of the prison ship.

I lay long awake full of thought both for myself and for the poor souls around me. At last, however, the measured swash of the water against the side of the vessel and the slight rise and fall had lulled me into a sleep, from which I was suddenly aroused by the flashing of a light in my eyes. Sitting up, I found several sailors gathered about me, and a tall man with a black cloak swathed round him swinging a lanthorn over me.

"That is the man," he said.

"Come, mate, you are to come on deck!" said the seaman armourer. With a few blows from his hammer he knocked the irons from my feet.

"Follow me!" said the tall stranger, and led the way up the hatchway ladder. It was heavenly to come out into the pure air once more. The stars were shining brightly overhead. A fresh breeze blew from the sh.o.r.e, and hummed a pleasant tune among the cordage. Close beside us the lights of the town gleamed yellow and cheery. Beyond, the moon was peeping over the Bournemouth hills.

"This way, sir," said the sailor, "right aft into the cabin, sir."

Still following my guide, I found myself in the low cabin of the brig. A square shining table stood in the centre, with a bright swinging lamp above it. At the further end in the glare of the light sat the captain-his face shining with greed and expectation. On the table stood a small pile of gold pieces, a rum-flask, gla.s.ses, a tobacco-box, and two long pipes.

"My compliments to you, Captain Clarke," said the skipper, bobbing his round bristling head. "An honest seaman"s compliments to you. It seems that we are not to be shipmates this voyage, after all."

"Captain Micah Clarke must do a voyage of his own," said the stranger.

At the sound of his voice I sprang round in amazement. "Good Heavens!" I cried, "Saxon!"

"You have nicked it," said he, throwing down his mantle and showing the well-known face and figure of the soldier of fortune. "Zounds, man! if you can pick me out of the Solent, I suppose that I may pick you out of this accursed rat-trap in which I find you. Tie and tie, as we say at the green table. In truth, I was huffed with you when last we parted, but I have had you in my mind for all that."

"A seat and a gla.s.s, Captain Clarke," cried the skipper. "Od"s bud! I should think that you would be glad to raise your little finger and wet your whistle after what you have gone through."

I seated myself by the table with my brain in a whirl. "This is more than I can fathom," said I. "What is the meaning of it, and how comes it about?"

"For my own part, the meaning is as clear as the gla.s.s of my binnacle," quoth the seaman. "Your good friend Colonel Saxon, as I understand his name to be, has offered me as much as I could hope to gain by selling you in the Indies. Sink it, I may be rough and ready, but my heart is in the right place! Aye, aye! I would not maroon a man if I could set him free. But we have all to look for ourselves, and trade is dull."

"Then I am free!" said I.

"You are free," he answered. "There is your purchase-money upon the table. You can go where you will, save only upon the land of England, where you are still an outlaw under sentence."

"How have you done this, Saxon?" I asked. "Are you not afraid for yourself?"

"Ho, ho!" laughed the old soldier. "I am a free man, my lad! I hold my pardon, and care not a maravedi for spy or informer. Who should I meet but Colonel Kirke a day or so back. Yes, lad! I met him in the street, and I c.o.c.ked my hat in his face. The villain laid his hand upon his hilt, and I should have out bilbo and sent his soul to h.e.l.l had they not come between us. I care not the ashes of this pipe for Jeffreys or any other of them. I can snap this finger and thumb at them, so! They would rather see Decimus Saxon"s back than his face, I promise ye!"

"But how comes this about?" I asked.

"Why, marry, it is no mystery. Cunning old birds are not to be caught with chaff. When I left you I made for a certain inn where I could count upon finding a friend. There I lay by for a while, en cachette, as the Messieurs call it, while I could work out the plan that was in my head. Donner wetter! but I got a fright from that old seaman friend of yours, who should be sold as a picture, for he is of little use as a man. Well, I bethought me early in the affair of your visit to Badminton, and of the Duke of B. We shall mention no names, but you can follow my meaning. To him I sent a messenger, to the effect that I purposed to purchase my own pardon by letting out all that I knew concerning his double dealing with the rebels. The message was carried to him secretly, and his answer was that I should meet him at a certain spot by night. I sent my messenger instead of myself, and he was found in the morning stiff and stark, with more holes in his doublet than ever the tailor made. On this I sent again, raising my demands, and insisting upon a speedy settlement. He asked my conditions. I replied, a free pardon and a command for myself. For you, money enough to land you safely in some foreign country where you can pursue the n.o.ble profession of arms. I got them both, though it was like drawing teeth from his head. His name hath much power at Court just now, and the King can refuse him nothing. I have my pardon and a command of troops in New England. For you I have two hundred pieces, of which thirty have been paid in ransom to the captain, while twenty are due to me for my disburs.e.m.e.nts over the matter. In this bag you will find the odd hundred and fifty, of which you will pay fifteen to the fishermen who have promised to see you safe to Flushing."

I was, as you may readily believe, my dear children, bewildered by this sudden and most unlooked-for turn which events had taken. When Saxon had ceased to speak I sat as one stunned, trying to realise what he had said to me. There came a thought into my head, however, which chilled the glow of hope and of happiness which had sprung up in me at the thought of recovering my freedom. My presence had been a support and a comfort to my unhappy companions. Would it not be a cruel thing to leave them in their distress? There was not one of them who did not look to me in his trouble, and to the best of my poor power I had befriended and consoled them. How could I desert them now?

"I am much beholden to you, Saxon," I said at last, speaking slowly and with some difficulty, for the words were hard to utter. "But I fear that your pains have been thrown away. These poor country folk have none to look after or a.s.sist them. They are as simple as babes, and as little fitted to be landed in a strange country. I cannot find it in my heart to leave them!"

Saxon burst out laughing, and leaned back in his seat with his long legs stretched straight out and his hands in his breeches pockets.

"This is too much!" he said at last. "I saw many difficulties in my way, yet I did not foresee this one. You are in very truth the most contrary man that ever stood in neat"s leather. You have ever some outlandish reason for jibbing and shying like a hot-blooded, half-broken colt. Yet I think that I can overcome these strange scruples of yours by a little persuasion."

"As to the prisoners, Captain Clarke," said the seaman, "I"ll be as good as a father to them. S"help me, I will, on the word of an honest sailor! If you should choose to lay out a trifle of twenty pieces upon their comfort, I shall see that their food is such as mayhap many of them never got at their own tables. They shall come on deck, too, in watches, and have an hour or two o" fresh air in the day. I can"t say fairer!"

"A word or two with you on deck!" said Saxon. He walked out of the cabin and I followed him to the far end of the p.o.o.p, where we stood leaning against the bulwarks. One by one the lights had gone out in the town, until the black ocean beat against a blacker sh.o.r.e.

"You need not have any fear of the future of the prisoners," he said, in a low whisper. "They are not bound for the Barbadoes, nor will this skinflint of a captain have the selling of them, for all that he is so c.o.c.ksure. If he can bring his own skin out of the business, it will be more than I expect. He hath a man aboard his ship who would think no more of giving him a tilt over the side than I should."

"What mean you, Saxon?" I cried.

"Hast ever heard of a man named Marot?"

"Hector Marot! Yes, surely I knew him well. A highwayman he was, but a mighty stout man with a kind heart beneath a thief"s jacket."

"The same. He is as you say a stout man and a resolute swordsman, though from what I have seen of his play he is weak in stoccado, and perhaps somewhat too much attached to the edge, and doth not give prominence enough to the point, in which respect he neglects the advice and teaching of the most noteworthy fencers in Europe. Well, well, folk differ on this as on every other subject! Yet it seems to me that I would sooner be carried off the field after using my weapon secundum artem, than walk off unscathed after breaking the laws d"escrime. Quarte, tierce, and sacc.o.o.n, say I, and the devil take your estramacons and pa.s.sados!"

"But what of Marot?" I asked impatiently.

"He is aboard," said Saxon. "It appears that he was much disturbed in his mind over the cruelties which were inflicted on the country folk after the battle at Bridgewater. Being a man of a somewhat stern and fierce turn of mind, his disapproval did vent itself in actions rather than words. Soldiers were found here and there over the countryside pistolled or stabbed, and no trace left of their a.s.sailant. A dozen or more were cut off in this way, and soon it came to be whispered about that Marot the highwayman was the man that did it, and the chase became hot at his heels."

"Well, and what then?" I asked, for Saxon had stopped to light his pipe at the same old metal tinder-box which he had used when first I met him. When I picture Saxon to myself it is usually of that moment that I think, when the red glow beat upon his hard, eager, hawk-like face, and showed up the thousand little seams and wrinkles which time and care had imprinted upon his brown, weather-beaten skin. Sometimes in my dreams that face in the darkness comes back to me, and his half-closed eyelids and shifting, blinky eyes are turned towards me in his sidelong fashion, until I find myself sitting up and holding out my hand into empty s.p.a.ce, half expecting to feel another thin sinewy hand close round it. A bad man he was in many ways, my dears, cunning and wily, with little scruple or conscience; and yet so strange a thing is human nature, and so difficult is it for us to control our feelings, that my heart warms when I think of him, and that fifty years have increased rather than weakened the kindliness which I hear to him.

"I had heard," quoth he, puffing slowly at his pipe, "that Marot was a man of this kidney, and also that he was so compa.s.sed round that he was in peril of capture. I sought him out, therefore, and held council with him. His mare, it seems, had been slain by some chance shot, and as he was much attached to the brute, the accident made him more savage and more dangerous than ever. He had no heart, he said, to continue in his old trade. Indeed, he was ripe for anything-the very stuff out of which useful tools are made. I found that in his youth he had had a training for the sea. When I heard that, I saw my way in the snap of a petronel."

"What then?" I asked. "I am still in the dark."

"Nay, it is surely plain enough to you now. Marot"s end was to baffle his pursuers and to benefit the exiles. How could he do this better than by engaging as a seaman aboard this brig, the Dorothy Fox, and sailing away from England in her? There are but thirty of a crew. Below hatches are close on two hundred men, who, simple as they may be, are, as you and I know, second to none in the cut-and-thrust work, without order or discipline, which will be needed in such an affair. Marot has but to go down amongst them some dark night, knock off their anklets, and fit them up with a few stanchions or cudgels. Ho, ho, Micah! what think you? The planters may dig their plantations themselves for all the help they are like to get from West countrymen this bout."

"It is, indeed, a well-conceived plan," said I. "It is a pity, Saxon, that your ready wit and quick invention hath not had a fair field. You are, us I know well, as fit to command armies and to order campaigns as any man that ever bore a truncheon."

"Mark ye there!" whispered Saxon, grasping me by the arm. "See where the moonlight falls beside the hatchway! Do you not see that short squat seaman who stands alone, lost in thought, with his head sunk upon his breast? It is Marot! I tell you that if I were Captain Pogram I would rather have the devil himself, horns, hoofs, and tail, for my first mate and bunk companion, than have that man aboard my ship. You need not concern yourself about the prisoners, Micah. Their future is decided."

"Then, Saxon," I answered, "it only remains for me to thank you, and to accept the means of safety which you have placed within my reach."

"Spoken like a man," said he; "is there aught which I may do for thee in England? though, by the Ma.s.s, I may not be here very long myself, for, as I understand, I am to be entrusted with the command of an expedition that is fitting out against the Indians, who have ravaged the plantations of our settlers. It will be good to get to some profitable employment, for such a war, without either fighting or plunder, I have never seen. I give you my word that I have scarce fingered silver since the beginning of it. I would not for the sacking of London go through with it again."

"There is a friend whom Sir Gervas Jerome did commend to my care," I remarked; "I have, however, already taken measures to have his wishes carried out. There is naught else save to a.s.sure all in Havant that a King who hath battened upon his subjects, as this one of ours hath done, is not one who is like to keep his seat very long upon the throne of England. When he falls I shall return, and perhaps it may be sooner than folk think."

"These doings in the West have indeed stirred up much ill-feeling all over the country," said my companion. "On all hands I hear that there is more hatred of the King and of his ministers than before the outbreak. What ho, Captain Pogram, this way! We have settled the matter, and my friend is willing to go."

"I thought he would tack round," the captain said, staggering towards us with a gait which showed that he had made the rum bottle his companion since we had left him. "S"help me, I was sure of it! Though, by the Ma.s.s, I don"t wonder that he thought twice before leaving the Dorothy Fox, for she is fitted up fit for a d.u.c.h.ess, s"help me! Where is your boat?"

"Alongside," replied Saxon; "my friend joins with me in hoping that you, Captain Pogram, will have a pleasant and profitable voyage."

"I am cursedly beholden to him," said the captain, with a flourish of his three-cornered hat.

"Also that you will reach Barbadoes in safety."

"Little doubt of that!" quoth the captain.

"And that you will dispose of your wares in a manner which will repay you for your charity and humanity."

"Nay, these are handsome words," cried the captain. "Sir, I am your debtor."

A fishing-boat was lying alongside the brig. By the murky light of the p.o.o.p lanterns I could see the figures upon her deck, and the great brown sail all ready for hoisting. I climbed the bulwark and set my foot upon the rope-ladder which led down to her.

"Good-bye, Decimus!" said I.

"Good-bye, my lad! You have your pieces all safe?"

"I have them."

"Then I have one other present to make you. It was brought to me by a sergeant of the Royal Horse. It is that, Micah, on which you must now depend for food, lodging, raiment, and all which you would have. It is that to which a brave man can always look for his living. It is the knife wherewith you can open the world"s oyster. See, lad, it is your sword!"

"The old sword! My father"s sword!" I cried in delight, as Saxon drew from under his mantle and handed to me the discoloured, old-fashioned leathern sheath with the heavy bra.s.s hilt which I knew so well.

"You are now," said he, "one of the old and honourable guild of soldiers of fortune. While the Turk is still snarling at the gates of Vienna there will ever be work for strong arms and brave hearts. You will find that among these wandering, fighting men, drawn from all climes and nations, the name of Englishman stands high. Well I know that it will stand none the lower for your having joined the brotherhood. I would that I could come with you, but I am promised pay and position which it would be ill to set aside. Farewell, lad, and may fortune go with you!"

I pressed the rough soldier"s h.o.r.n.y hand, and descended into the fishing-boat. The rope that held us was cast off, the sail mounted up, and the boat shot out across the bay. Onward she went and on, through the gathering gloom-a gloom as dark and impenetrable as the future towards which my life"s bark was driving. Soon the long rise and fall told us that we were over the harbour bar and out in the open channel. On the land, scattered twinkling lights at long stretches marked the line of the coast. As I gazed backwards a cloud trailed off from the moon, and I saw the hard lines of the brig"s rigging stand out against the white cold disk. By the shrouds stood the veteran, holding to a rope with one hand, and waving the other in farewell and encouragement. Another groat cloud blurred out the light, and that lean sinewy figure with its long extended arm was the last which I saw for a weary time of the dear country where I was born and bred.

Chapter x.x.xVI. Of the End of it All

And so, my dear children, I come to the end of the history of a failure-a brave failure and a n.o.ble one, but a failure none the less. In three more years England was to come to herself, to tear the fetters from her free limbs, and to send James and his poisonous brood flying from her sh.o.r.es even as I was flying then. We had made the error of being before our time. Yet there came days when folk thought kindly of the lads who had fought so stoutly in the West, and when their limbs, gathered from many a hangman"s pit and waste place, were borne amid the silent sorrow of a nation to the pretty country burial-grounds where they would have chosen to lie. There, within the sound of the bell which from infancy had called them to prayer, beneath the turf over which they had wandered, under the shadow of those Mendip and Quantock Hills which they loved so well, these brave hearts lie still and peaceful, like tired children in the bosom of their mother. Requiescant-requiescant in pace!

Not another word about myself, dear children. This narrative doth already bristle with I"s, as though it were an Argus which is a flash of wit, though I doubt if ye will understand it. I set myself to tell ye the tale of the war in the West, and that tale ye have heard, nor will I be coaxed or cajoled into one word further. Ah! ye know well how garrulous the old man is, and that if you could but get to Flushing with him he would take ye to the wars of the Empire, to William"s Court, and to the second invasion of the West, which had a better outcome than the first. But not an inch further will I budge. On to the green, ye young rogues! Have ye not other limbs to exercise besides your ears, that ye should be so fond of squatting round grandad"s chair? If I am spared to next winter, and if the rheumatiz keeps away, it is like that I may take up once more the broken thread of my story.

Of the others I can only tell ye what I know. Some slipped out of my ken entirely. Of others I have heard vague and incomplete accounts. The leaders of the insurrection got off much more lightly than their followers, for they found that the pa.s.sion of greed was even stronger than the pa.s.sion of cruelty. Grey, Buyse, Wade, and others bought themselves free at the price of all their possessions. Ferguson escaped. Monmouth was executed on Tower Hill, and showed in his last moments some faint traces of that spirit which spurted up now and again from his feeble nature, like the momentary flash of an expiring fire.

My father and my mother lived to see the Protestant religion regain its place once more, and to see England become the champion of the reformed faith upon the Continent. Three years later I found them in Havant much as I had left them, save that there were more silver hairs amongst the brown braided tresses of my mother, and that my father"s great shoulders were a trifle bowed and his brow furrowed with the lines of care. Hand in hand they pa.s.sed onwards down life"s journey, the Puritan and the Church woman, and I have never despaired of the healing of religious feud in England since I have seen how easy it is for two folks to retain the strongest belief in their own creeds, and yet to bear the heartiest love and respect for the professor of another. The days may come when the Church and the Chapel may be as a younger and an elder brother, each working to one end, and each joying in the other"s success. Let the contest between them be not with pike and pistol, not with court and prison; but let the strife be which shall lead the higher life, which shall take the broader view, which shall boast the happiest and best cared-for poor. Then their rivalry shall be not a curse, but a blessing to this land of England.

Reuben Lockarby was ill for many months, but when he at last recovered he found a pardon awaiting him through the interest of Major Ogilvy. After a time, when the troubles were all blown over, he married the daughter of Mayor Timewell, and he still lives in Taunton, a well-to-do and prosperous citizen. Thirty years ago there was a little Micah Lockarby, and now I am told that there is another, the son of the first, who promises to be as arrant a little Roundhead as ever marched to the tuck of drum.

Of Saxon I have heard more than once. So skilfully did he use his hold over the Duke of Beaufort, that he was appointed through his interest to the command of an expedition which had been sent to chastise the savages of Virginia, who had wrought great cruelties upon the settlers. There he did so out-ambush their ambushes, and out-trick their most cunning warriors, that he hath left a great name among them, and is still remembered there by an Indian word which signifieth "The long-legged wily one with the eye of a rat." Having at last driven the tribes far into the wilderness he was presented with a tract of country for his services, where he settled down. There he married, and spent the rest of his days in rearing tobacco and in teaching the principles of war to a long line of gaunt and slab-sided children. They tell me that a great nation of exceeding strength and of wondrous size promises some day to rise up on the other side of the water. If this should indeed come to pa.s.s, it may perhaps happen that these young Saxons or their children may have a hand in the building of it. G.o.d grant that they may never let their hearts harden to the little isle of the sea, which is and must ever be the cradle of their race.

Solomon Sprent married and lived for many years as happily as his friends could wish. I had a letter from him when I was abroad, in which he said that though his consort and he had started alone on the voyage of wedlock, they were now accompanied by a jolly-boat and a gig. One winter"s night when the snow was on the ground he sent down for my father, who hurried up to his house. He found the old man sitting up in bed, with his flask of rumbo within reach, his tobacco-box beside him, and a great brown Bible balanced against his updrawn knees. He was breathing heavily, and was in sore distress.

"I"ve strained a plank, and have nine feet in the well," said he. "It comes in quicker than I can put it out. In truth, friend, I have not been seaworthy this many a day, and it is time that I was condemned and broken up."

My father shook his head sadly as he marked his dusky face and laboured breathing. "How of your soul?" he asked.

"Aye!" said Solomon, "that"s a cargo that we carry under our hatches, though we can"t see it, and had no hand in the stowing of it. I"ve been overhauling the sailing orders here, and the ten articles of war, but I can"t find that I"ve gone so far out of my course that I may not hope to come into the channel again."

"Trust not in yourself, but in Christ," said my father.