The tent-Man and woman-Dark and swarthy-Manner of speaking-Bad money-Transfixed-Faltering tone-Little basket-High opinion-Plenty of good-Keeping guard-Tilted cart-Rubricals-Jasper-The right sort-The horseman of the lane-John Newton-The alarm-Gentle brothers.
ONE day it happened that,being on my rambles,I entered a green lane which I had never seen before;at first it was rather narrow,but as I advanced it became considerably wider;in the middle was a driftway with deep ruts,but right and left was a space carpeted with a sward of trefoil and clover;there was no lack of trees,chiefly ancient oaks,which,flinging out their arms from either side,nearly formed a canopy,and afforded a pleasing shelter from the rays of the sun,which was burning fiercely above.Suddenly a group of objects attracted my attention.Beneath one of the largest of the trees,upon the grass,was a kind of low tent or booth,from the top of which a thin smoke was curling;beside it stood a couple of light carts,whilst two or three lean horses or ponies were cropping the herbage which was growing nigh.Wondering to whom this odd tent could belong,I advanced till I was close before it,when I found that it consisted of two tilts,like those of waggons,placed upon the ground and fronting each other,connected behind by a sail or large piece of canvas which was but partially drawn across the top;upon the ground,in the intervening space,was a fire,over which,supported by a kind of iron crowbar,hung a caldron;my advance had been so noiseless as not to alarm the inmates,who consisted of a man and woman,who sat apart,one on each side of the fire;they were both busily employed-the man was carding plaited straw,whilst the woman seemed to be rubbing something with a white powder,some of which lay on a plate beside her;suddenly the man looked up,and,perceiving me,uttered a strange kind of cry,and the next moment both the woman and himself were on their feet and rushing out upon me.
I retreated a few steps,yet without turning to flee.I was not,however,without apprehension,which,indeed,the appearance of these two people was well calculated to inspire:the woman was a stout figure,seemingly between thirty and forty;she wore no cap,and her long hair fell on either side of her head like horse-tails half-way down her waist;her skin was dark and swarthy,like that of a toad,and the expression of her countenance was particularly evil;her arms were bare,and her bosom was but half concealed by a slight bodice,below which she wore a coarse petticoat,her only other article of dress.The man was somewhat younger,but of a figure equally wild;his frame was long and lathy,but his arms were remarkably short,his neck was rather bent,he squinted slightly,and his mouth was much awry;his complexion was dark,but,unlike that of the woman,was more ruddy than livid;there was a deep scar on his cheek,something like the impression of a halfpenny.The dress was quite in keeping with the figure:in his hat,which was slightly peaked,was stuck a peacock's feather;over a waistcoat of hide,untanned and with the hair upon it,he wore a rough jerkin of russet hue;smallclothes of leather,which had probably once belonged to a soldier,but with which pipeclay did not seem to have come in contact for many a year,protected his lower man as far as the knee;his legs were cased in long stockings of blue worsted,and on his shoes he wore immense old-fashioned buckles.
Such were the two beings who now came rushing upon me;the man was rather in advance,brandishing a ladle in his hand.
'So I have caught you at last,'said he;'I'll teach ye,you young highwayman,to come skulking about my properties!'
Young as I was,I remarked that his manner of speaking was different from that of any people with whom I had been in the habit of associating.It was quite as strange as his appearance,and yet it nothing resembled the foreign English which I had been in the habit of hearing through the palisades of the prison;he could scarcely be a foreigner.
'Your properties!'said I;'I am in the King's Lane.Why did you put them there,if you did not wish them to be seen?'
'On the spy,'said the woman,'hey?I'll drown him in the sludge in the toad-pond over the hedge.'
'So we will,'said the man,'drown him anon in the mud!'
'Drown me,will you?'said I;'I should like to see you!What's all this about?Was it because I saw you with your hands full of straw plait,and my mother there-'
'Yes,'said the woman;'what was I about?'
MYSELF.How should I know?Making bad money,perhaps!
And it will be as well here to observe,that at this time there was much bad money in circulation in the neighbourhood,generally supposed to be fabricated by the prisoners,so that this false coin and straw plait formed the standard subjects of conversation at Norman Cross.
'I'll strangle thee,'said the beldame,dashing at me.'Bad money,is it?'
'Leave him to me,wifelkin,'said the man,interposing;'you shall now see how I'll baste him down the lane.'
MYSELF.I tell you what,my chap,you had better put down that thing of yours;my father lies concealed within my tepid breast,and if to me you offer any harm or wrong,I'll call him forth to help me with his forked tongue.
MAN.What do you mean,ye Bengui's bantling?I never heard such discourse in all my life:playman's speech or Frenchman's talk-which,I wonder?Your father!Tell the mumping villain that if he comes near my fire I'll serve him out as I will you.Take that-Tiny Jesus!what have we got here?Oh,delicate Jesus!what is the matter with the child?
I had made a motion which the viper understood;and now,partly disengaging itself from my bosom,where it had lain perdu,it raised its head to a level with my face,and stared upon my enemy with its glittering eyes.