l^^^mmimmmmmmmmm^^ ^./^cM :2^^%^^<^^ Jz2&{Z^^ University of California Gift of * Berkeley THE HEARST CORPORATION •^1 r\ THOMAS HUGHES, M.P. Engraved by C. H. Jeens/ww O. F. W atis: picturr. TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL DAYS Bv AN OLD BOY NEW EDITION WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BV ARTHUR HUGHES AND SVDNEV PRIOR HALL ITonbffit MACMILLAN & CO "As on the one hand it should ever he remembered that we are boys, and boys at school, so OH the other hand ivc mu^t bear in mind that we form a complete social body . . . . a society, in which, by the nature of the case, we must not only learn, but act and live: and act and live not only as boys, but as boys who 7vill be men." — Runnv Magazinr. TO MRS. ARNOLD, OF FOX HOWE, THIS BOOK IS (without HER PERMISSION) BYTHEAUTHOR, WHO OWES MORE THAN HE CAN EVER ACKNOWI.KDGE OR FORGET TO HER AND HERS. PREFACE TO THE SIXTH EDITION. I RECEIVED the following letter from an old friend soon after the last edition of this book was published, and resolved, if ever another edition were called for, to print it. For it is clear from this and other like comments, that something more should have been said expressly on the subject of bullying, and how it is to be met. " My dear " I blame myself for not having earlier suggested whether you could not, in another edition of Tom Brown, or another story, denounce more decidedly the evils of bullying at schools. You have indeed done so, and in the best way, by making Flashman the bully the most con- temptible character ; but in that scene of the tossing^ and similar passages, you hardly suggest that such things should be stopped — and do not suggest any means of putting an end to them. "This subject has been on my mind for years. It fills me with grief and misery to think what weak and nervous children go through at school — how their health and character for life are destroyed by rough and brutal treatment. " It was some comfort to be under the old delusion that fear and nervousness can be cured by violence, and that knocking about will turn a timid boy into a bold one. But now we know well enough that is not true. Gradually training a timid child to do bold acts would be most desirable ; but frightening him and ill-treating him will not make him courageous. Every medical man knows the fatal effects of terror, oi b2 viii PREFACE. agitation, or excitement, to nerves that are over-sensitive. There are dif- ferent kinds of courage, as you have shown in your character of Arthur. "A boy may have moral courage, and a finely-organized brain and nervous system. Such a boy is calculated, if judiciously educated, to be a great, wise, and useful man ; but he may not possess animal courage ; and one night's tossing, or bullying, may produce such an injury to his brain and nerves that his usefulness is spoiled for life. 1 verily believe that hundreds of noble organizations are thus destroyed every year. Horse- jockeys have learnt to be wiser ; they know that a highly nervous horse is utterly destroyed by harshness. A groom who tried to cure a shying horse by roughness and violence, would be discharged as a brute and a fool. A man who would regulate his watch with a crowbar would be considered an ass. But the person who thinks a child of delicate and nervous organization can be rnade bold by bullying is no better. "He can be made bold by healthy exercise and games and shorts; but that is quite a different thing. And even these games and sports should bear some proportion to his strength and capacities. " I very much doubt whether small children should play with big ones — the rush of a set of great fellows at football, or the speed of a cricket- ball sent by a strong hitter, must be very alarming to a mere child, to a child who might stand up boldly enough among children of his own size and height. " Look at half-a-dozen small children playing cricket by themselves ; how feeble are their blows, how slowly they bowl. You can measure in that way their capacity. "Tom Brown and his eleven were bold enough playing against an eleven of their own calibre ; but I suspect they would have been in a precious funk if they had played against eleven giants, whose bowling bore the same proportion to theirs that theirs does to the small children's above. " To return to the tossing. I must say I think some means might be devised to enable schoolboys to go to bed in quietness and peace — and that some means ought to be devised and enforced. No good, moral or physical, to those who bully or those who are bullied, can ensue from such scenes as take place in the dormitories of schools. I suspect that ijritish wisdom and ingenuity are sufficient to discover a remedy for this evil, if directed in the right direction. " The fact is, that the condition of a small boy at a large school is PREFACE. ix one of peculiar hardship and suffering. He is entirely at the mercy of proverbially the roughest things in the universe — great schoolboys ; and he is deprived of the protection which the weak have in civilized society : for he may not complain ; if he does, he is an outlaw — he has no protector but public opinion, and that a public opinion of the very lowest grade, the opinion of rude and ignorant boys. " What do schoolboys know of those deep questions of moral and physical philosophy, of the anatomy of mind and body, by which the treatment of a child should be regulated? " Why should the laws of civilization be suspended for schools ? Why should boys be left to herd together with no law but that of force or cunning? What would become of society if it were constituted on the same principles ? It would be plunged into anarchy in a week. "One of our judges, not long ago, refused to extend the protection of the law to a child who had been ill-treated at school. If a party of navvies had given hitn a licking, and he had brought the case before a magistrate, what would he have thought if the magistrate had refused to protect him, on the ground that if such cases were brought before him he might have fifty a day from one town only ? " Now I agree with you that a constant supervision of the* master is not desirable or possible — and that telling tales, or constantly referring to the master for protection, would only produce ill-will and worse treatment. " If I rightly understand your book, it is an effort to improve the condition of schools by improving the tone of morality and public opinion in them. But your book contains the most indubitable proofs that the condition of the younger boys at public schools, except under the rare dictatorship of an Old Brooke, is one of great hardship and suffering. "A timid and nervous boy is from morning till night in a state of bodily fear. He is constantly tormented when trying to learn his lessons. His play-hours are occupied in fagging, in a horrid funk of cricket-balls and footballs, and the violent sport of creatures who, to him, are giants. He goes to his bed in fear and trembling,— worse than the reality of the rough treatment to which he is perhaps subjected. " I believe there is only one complete remedy. It is not in magisterial supervision ; nor in telling tales ; nor in raising the tone of public opinion among schoolboys— but in the separation of boys of diffe7-ent ages iiito different schools. " There should be at least three different classes of schools, — the first X PREFACE. for boys from nine to twelve ; the second for boys from twelve to fifteen ; the third for those above fifteen. And these schools should be in different localities. " There ought to be a certain amount of supervision by the master at those times when there are special occasions for bullying, e.g. in the long winter evenings, and when the boys are congregated together in the bed- rooms. Surely it cannot be an impossibility to keep order and protect the weak at such times. Whatever evils might arise from supervision, they could hardly be greater than those produced by a system which divides boys into despots and slaves. " Ever yours, very truly, " F. D." The question of how to adapt English public school educa- tion to nervous and sensitive boys (often the highest and noblest subjects which that education has to deal with) ought to be looked at from every point of view.* I therefore add a few extracts from the letter of an old friend and schoolfellow, than whom no man in England is better able to speak on the subject. " What's the use of sorting the boys by ages, unless you do so by strength : and who are often the real bullies .'' The strong young dog of fourteen, while the victim may be one year or two years older. ... I deny the fact about the bedrooms : there is trouble at times, and always will be ; but so there is in nurseries — my little girl, who looks like an angel, was bullying the smallest twice to-day. " Bullying must be fought with in other ways, — by getting not only the Sixth to put it down, but the lower fellows to scorn it, and by eradicating * For those who believe with me in public school education, the fact stated in the following extract from a note of Mr. G. De Bunsen will be hailed with pleasure, especially now that our alliance with Prussia (the most natural and healthy European alliance for Protestant England) is likely to be so much stronger and deeper than heretofore. Speaking of this book, he says, — " The author is mistaken in saying that public schools, in the English sense, are peculiar to England. Schul Pforte (in the Prussian province of Saxony) is similar in antiquity and institutions. I like his book all the more for having been there for five years." PREFACE. xi mercilessly the incorrigible ; and a master who really cares for his fellows is pretty sure to know instinctively who in his house are likely to be bullied, and, knowing a fellow to be really victimized and harassed, I am sure that he can stop it if he is resolved. There are many kinds of annoyance — sometimes of real cutting persecution for righteousness' sake— that he can't stop, no more could all the ushers in the world ; but he can do very much in many ways to make the shafts of the wicked pointless. "But though, for quite other reasons, I don't like to see very young boys launched at a public school, and though I don't deny (I wish I could) the existence from time to time of bullying, I deny its being a constant condition of school life, and still more, the possibility of meeting it by the means proposed. ..." " I don't wish to understate the amount of bullying that goes on ; but my conviction is that it must be fought, like all school evils, but it more than any, by dynamics rather than mechanics, by getting the fellows to respect themselves and one another, rather than by sitting by them with a thick stick." And now, having broken my resolution never to write a Preface, there are just two or three things which I should like to say a word about. Several persons, for whose judgment I have the highest respect, while saying very kind things about this book, have added, that the great fault of it is " too much preaching ; " but they hope I shall amend in this matter should I ever write again. Now this I most distinctly decline to do. Why, my whole object in writing at all, was to get the chance of preaching ! When a man comes to my time of life, and has his bread to make, and very little time to spare, is it likely that he will spend almost the whole of his yearly vacation in writing a story just to amuse people "i I think not. At any rate, I wouldn't do so myself. The fact is, that I can scarcely ever call on one of my xii PREFACE. contemporaries nowadays without running across a boy already at school, or just ready to go there, whose bright looks and supple limbs remind me of his father, and our first meeting in old times. I can scarcely keep the Latin Grammar out of my own house any longer; and the sight of sons, nephews, and god-sons, playing trap-bat-and-ball, and reading " Robinson Crusoe," makes one ask oneself, whether there isn't something one would like to say to them before they take their first plunge into the stream of life, away from their own homes, or while they are yet shivering after the first plunge. My sole object in writing was to preach to boys : if ever I write again, it will be to preach to some other age. I can't see that a man has any business to write at all unless he has something which he thoroughly believes and wants to preach about. If he has this, and the chance of delivering himself of it, let him by all means put it in the shape in which it will be most likely to get a hearing ; but let him never be so carried away as to forget that preaching is his object. A black soldier in a West Indian regiment, tied up to receive a couple of dozen, for drunkenness, cried out to his captain, who was exhorting him to sobriety in future, "■ Cap'n, if you preachee, preachee ; and if floggee, floggee ; but no preachee and floggee too ! " to which his captain might have replied, " No, Pompey, I must preach whenever I see a chance of being listened to, which I never did before ; so now you must have it altogether ; and I hope you may remember some of it." There is one point which has been made by several of the Reviewers who have noticed this book, and it is one which, as I am writing a Preface, I cannot pass over. They have stated PREFACE. xiii that the Rugby undergraduates they remember at the Univer- sities were '^ a solemn array," " boys turned into men before their time," a " semi-political, semi-sacerdotal fraternity," &c., giving the idea that Arnold turned out a set of young square- toes, who wore long-fingered black gloves, and talked with a snuffle. I can only say that their acquaintance must have been limited and exceptional. For I am sure that every one who has had anything like large or continuous knowledge of boys brought up at Rugby, from the times of which this book treats down to this day, will bear me out in saying, that the mark by which you may know them is their genial and hearty freshness and youthfulness of character. They lose nothing of the boy that is worth keeping, but build up the man upon it. This is their differentia as Rugby boys ; and if they never had it, or have lost it, it must be not because they were at Rugby, but in spite of their having been there ; the stronger it is in them the more deeply you may be sure have they drunk of the spirit of their school. But this boyishness in the highest sense is not incompatible with seriousness, — or earnestness, if you like the word better.* Quite the contrary. And I can well believe that casual observers, who have never been intimate with Rugby boys of the true stamp, but have m.et them only in the every-day society of the Universities, at wines, breakfast parties, and the like, may have seen a good deal more of the serious or earnest side of their characters than of any other. For the more the boy was alive in them, the less will they have been * "To him (Arnold) and his admirers we owe the substitution of the word earnest' for its predecessor 'serious.'" — Edinburgh Review, No. 217, p. 183. xiv PREFACE. able to conceal their thoughts, or their opinion on what was taking place under their noses ; and if the greater part of that didn't square with their notions of what was right, very likely they showed pretty clearly that it did not, at whatever risk of being taken for young prigs. They may be open to the charge of having old heads on young shoulders : I think they are, and always were, as long as I can remember ; but so long as they have young hearts to keep head and shoulders in order, I, for one, must think this only a gain. And what gave Rugby boys this character, and has enabled the School, I believe, to keep it to this day } I say fearlessly, — Arnold's teaching and example ; above all, that part of it which has been, I will not say sneered at, but certainly not approved — his unwearied zeal in creating " moral thoughtful- ness " in every boy with whom he came into personal contact. He certainly did teach us — thank God for it ! — that we could not cut our life into slices and say, '' In this slice your actions are indifferent, and you needn't trouble your heads about them one way or another ; but in this slice mind what you are about, for they are important" — a pretty muddle we should have been in had he done so. He taught us that, in this wonderful world, no boy or man can tell which of his actions is indifferent, and which not ; that by a thoughtless word or look we may lead astray a brother for whom Christ died. He taught us that life is a whole, made up of actions and thoughts and longings, great and small, noble and ignoble ; therefore the only true wisdom for boy or man is to bring the whole life into obedience to Him whose world we live in, and who has purchased us with His blood ; and that whether we eat or drink, or whatsoever we do, we are to do all in His PREFACE. XV name and to His glory ; in such teaching, faithfully, as it seems to me, following that of Paul of Tarsus, who was in the habit of meaning what he said, and who laid down this standard for every man and boy in his time. I think it lies with those who say that such teaching will not do for us now, to show why a teacher in the nineteenth century is to preach a lower standard than one in the first. However, I won't say that the Reviewers have not a certain plausible ground for their dicta. For a short time after a boy has taken up such a life as Arnold would have urged upon him, he has a hard time of it. He finds his judgment often at fault, his body and intellect running away with him into all sorts of pitfalls, and himself coming down with a crash. The more seriously he buckles to his work the oftener these mischances seem to happen ; and in the dust of his tumbles and struggles, unless he is a very extraordinary boy, he may often be too severe on his comrades, may think he sees evil in things innocent, may give offence when he never meant it. At this stage of his career, I take it, our Reviewer comes across him, and, not looking below the surface (as a Reviewer ought to do), at once sets the poor boy down for a prig and a Pharisee, when in all likelihood he is one of the humblest and truest and most childlike of the Reviewer's acquaintance. But let our Reviewer come across him again in a year or two, when the " thoughtful life " has become habitual to him, and fits him as easily as his skin ; and, if he be honest, I think he will see cause to reconsider his judgment. For he will find the boy, grown into a man, enjoying every-day life, as no man can who has not found out whence comes the capacity for enjoyment, and Who is the Giver of the least of vi PREFACE. the good things of this world — humble, as no man can be who has not proved his own powerlessness to do right in the smallest act which he ever had to do — tolerant, as no man can be who does not live daily and hourly in the knowledge of how Perfect Love is for ever about his path, and bearing with and upholding him. CONTENTS. PART I. CHAPTER I. I'AGE THE BROWN FAMILY I CHAPTER H. THE "VEAST" 21 CHAPTER HI. SUNDRY WARS AND Al.TJAXCES 44 CHAPTER IV. THE STAGE COACH 69 CHAPTER V. RUGBY AND FOOTBALL 88 CHAPTER VI. AFTER THE MATCH 1 14 CHAPTER VII. SETTLING TO THE COLLAR 135 CHAPTER VIII. THE WAR OF INDEPENDENCE 161 CHAPTER IX. A CHAPTER OF ACCIDENTS 187 xviii CONTENTS. PART 11. CHAPTER I. PAGE HOW THE TIDE TURNED 215 CHAPTER II. THE NEW BOY 23O CHAPTER III. ARTHUR MAKES A FRIEND 246 CHAPTER IV. THE BIRD-FANCIERS 264 CHAPTER V. THE FIGHT 281 CHAPTER VI. FEVER IN THE SCHOOL 303 CHAPTER VII. HARRY east's DILEMMAS AND DELIVERANCES 323 CHAPTER VIII. TOM brown's last MATCH 342 CHAPTER IX. FINIS .... 368 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. PART I. CHAPTER T. DRAWN BY PA(;E Initial. Sf. George Arthur Hughes . i White Horse Hill „ . 5 The Vagabond „ .20 CHAPTER n. Initial. Church Door ,, .21 Tom after the Pig ,, ■ ^5 Benjy, Tom, and the Girls at the Fair ,, -SI Willum^s Defeat at Backsivording ,, -37 CHAPTER HI. Tom and Old Benjy going a fishing ,, '44 Tom in the Elm-tree Sidney Hall . 51 Capture of Tom and Jacob Doodle-calf at the School-porch Arthur Hughes . 56 Tom and Playmates coming Home „ .60 CHAPTER IV. Initial. The Boots waking Tom ,, .69 Squire BrowrCs Parting Words „ '7' The Battle with the ''Pats'' Sidney Hall . 82 XX . LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. CHAPTER V. DRAWN BY PAGK Initial. The Rugby Gatcioay Sidney Hall . 88 Passage and Studies ,, '93 The Close ,, . 102 Preparing for Football . Arthur Hughes . 113 Tom'' s first Exploit at Football „ -113 CHAPTER VT. Initial.- The Fives'' Cojirt . SIDNEY Hall . 114 Waiting for Roast Potatoes in Sally Harro-iKTis Kitchen Arthur Hughes . 116 CHAPTER VIT. Initial. 77;,? Chapel Sidney Hall . 135 The Night Fag „ .145 Tadpole's Mishap Arthur Hughes . 150 Reception by the Doctor of Tom, East, and the Tadpole ,, '154 Old Thojtias in his Den Sidney Hall . 157 Tom going Home Arthur Hughes . 160 CHAPTER VIH. Initial. The Master'' s Desk Sidney Hall . 161 Roasting a Fag Arthur Hughes . 184 CHAPTER IX. Initial. Tom and East on the Tctver ..... ,, .187 Flashtnan's Defeat by Tom and East ,, .192 Tom discovered by VelvetecJis ......... ,, . 205 LIST OF ILL USTRA TIONS. xxi PART II. CHAPTER I. DRAWN KV PAGE Initial. East and Mrs. Wixie Arthur Hughes . 215 Tom's first sight of Arthur ,, .217 Tom's first Defence of Arthur „ . 225 CHAPTER II. Initial. Tom and Arthur in Cloister ,, . 230 Tom comforting Arthur ,, . 236 CHAPTER III. Initial. Fall of the Magpies Sidney Hall . 245 Martin' f BloW'Up ,, . 249 CHAPTER IV. Initial. The Spinney „ . 264 Climbing the Fir-tree after the Kestrel's Nest . . . Arthur Hughes . 269 Tom afid East plucking the Duck ,, . 273 Running for a Convoy ,, . 275 CHAPTER V. Initial. Doctor's Turret Door Sidney Hall . 281 The Fight Arthur Hughes . 293 The Doctor's Counsel to Young Brooke ,, . 299 xxii LIST OF ILLUSTRA TIONS. CHAPTER VI. DRAWN BY PAGE Initial. Arthur in the Study Arthur Hughes . 303 Tom's Visit to Arthur after the Fever ,, . 307 Tom and Arthur's Mother . ,, . 320 CHAPTER VII. Initial. The Conquering Knight ,, • Z'^h East unburthening himself to Tom ,, . 336 CHAPTER VIII. Initial. The Tenantless Study Country Dance in the School-close The Conversation during the Match . . . . . Tom and the Master^ s Survey of the Cook's Cupboard Chairing Tom in the Quadrangle . . . . . . 342 347 351 361 367 CHAPTER IX. Initial. Tom fishing jor Sea Trout Sidney Hall . 368 Visit to the Tomb of Dr. Arnold Arthur Hughes . 375 Engraved by J. D. Cooper. TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL DAYS. PART I. CHAPTER I. " I'm the Poet of White Horse Vale, Sir, With liberal notions under my cap. " Ballad. HE Browns have become illus- trious by the pen of Thackeray and the pencil of Doyle, within the memory of the young gen- tlemen who are now matricu- lating at the Universities. Not- withstanding the well-merited but late fame which has now fallen upon them, any one at all acquainted with the family must feel, that much has yet to be written and said before the British nation will be properly sensible of how much of its greatness it owes to the Browns. For centuries, in their quiet, dogged, home-spun way, they have been subduing B 2 THE BROWN FAMILY. the earth in most English counties, and leaving their mark in American forests and Australian uplands. Wherever the fleets and armies of England have won renown, there stalwart sons of the Browns have done yeomen's work. With the yew bow and cloth-yard shaft at Cressy and Agincourt — with the brown bill and pike under the brave Lord Willoughby — with culverin and demi-culverin against Spaniards and Dutchmen — with hand-grenade and sabre, and musket and bayonet, under Rodney and St. Vincent, Wolfe and Moore, Nelson and Wellington, they have carried their lives in their hands; getting hard knocks and hard work in plenty, which was on the whole what they looked for, and the best thing for them ; and little praise or pudding, which indeed they, and most of us, are better without. Talbots and Stanleys, St. Maurs, and such-like folk have led armies and made laws time out of mind ; but those noble families would be some- what astounded — if the accounts ever came to be fairly taken — to find how small their work for England has been by the side of that of the Browns. These latter, indeed, have until the present generation rarely been sung by poet, or chronicled by sage. They have wanted their "sacer vates," having been too solid to rise to the top by themselves, and not having been largely gifted with the talent of catching hold of, and holding on tight to, whatever good things happened to be going, — the foundation of the fortunes of so many noble families. But the world goes on its way, and the wheel turns, and the wrongs of the Browns, like other wrongs, seem in a fair way to get righted. And this present writer having for many years of his life been a devout Brown-worshipper, and moreover having THE BROWN CHARACTER. 3 the honour of being nearly connected with an eminently respectable branch of the great Brown family, is anxious, so far as in him lies, to help the wheel over, and throw his stone on to the pile. However, gentle reader, or simple reader, whichever you may be, lest you should be led to waste your precious time upon these pages, I make so bold as at once to tell you the sort of folk you'll have to meet and put up with, if you and I are to jog on comfortably together. You shall hear at once what sort of folk the Browns are, at least my branch of them ; and then if you don't like the sort, \vhy, cut the concern at once, and let you and I cry quits before either of us can grumble at the other. In the first place, the Browns are a fighting family. One may question their wisdom, or wit, or beauty, but about their fight there can be no question. Wherever hard knocks of any kind, visible or invisible, are going, there the Brown who is nearest must shove in his carcase. And these carcases for the most part answer very well to the characteristic propensity ; they are a square-headed and snake-necked generation, broad in the shoulder, deep in the chest, and thin in the flank, carrying no lumber. Then for clanship, they are as bad as Highlanders ; it is amazing the belief they have in one another. With them there is nothing like the Browns, to the third and fourth generation. " Blood is thicker than water," is one of their pet sayings. They can't be happy unless they are always meeting one another. Never were such people for family gatherings, which, were you a stranger, or sensitive, you might think had better not have been gathered together. For during the whole time of their being together they B 2 4 THE BROWN FAMILY CHARACTERISTICS. luxuriate in telling one another their minds on whatever subject turns up ; and their minds are wonderfully antagonist, and ail their opinions are downright beliefs. Till you've been among them some time and understand them, you can't think but that they are quarrelling. Not a bit of it; they love and respect one another ten times the more after a good set family arguing bout, and go back, one to his curacy, another to his chambers, and another to his regiment, freshened for work, and more than ever convinced that the Browns are the height of company. This family training too, combined with their turn for combativeness, makes them eminently quixotic. They can't let anything alone whicli they think going wrong. They must speak their mind about it, annoying all easy-going folk ; and spend their time and money in having a tinker at it, however hopeless the job. It is an impossibility to a Brown to leave the most disreputable lame dog on the other side of a stile. Most other folk get tired of such work. The old Browns, with red faces, white whiskers, and bald heads, go on believing and fighting to a green old age. They have always a crotchet going, till the old man with the scythe reaps and garners them away for troublesome old boys as they are. And the most provoking thing is, that no failures knock them up, or make them hold their hands, or think you, or me, or other sane people in the right. Failures slide off them like July rain off a duck's back feathers. Jem and his whole family turn out bad, and cheat them one week, and the next they are doing the same thing for Jack ; and when he goes to the treadmill, and his wife and children to the workhouse, tliey will be on the look-out for Bill to take his place. rOM BRO WN 'S BIR TH-PLA CE. 5 However, it is time for us to get from the general to the particular ; so, leaving the great army of Browns, who are scattered over the whole empire on which the sun never sets, and whose general diffusion I take to be the chief cause of that empire's stability, let us at once fix our attention upon the small nest of Browns in which our hero was hatched, and which dwelt in that portion of the Royal county of Berks which is called the Vale of White Horse. Most of you have probably travelled down the Great Western Railway as far as Swindon. Those of you who did so with their eyes open have been aware, soon after leaving the Didcot station, of a fine range of chalk hills running parallel with the railway on the left-hand side as you go down, and distant some two or three miles, more or less, from the line. The highest point in the range is the White Horse Hill, which you come in front of just before you stop at the Shrivenham station. If you love English scenery and have a few hours to spare, you can't do better, the next time you pass, than stop at the Farringdon-road or Shrivenham station, and make your way to that highest point. And those who care for the vague old stories that haunt country sides all about England, will not, if they are wise, be content with only a few hours' stay : for, glorious as the view is, the neighbourhood is yet more interesting for its relics of .byg6ne times. I only know two English neighbourhoods thoroughly, and in each, within a circle of five miles, there is enough of interest and beauty to last any reasonable man his life. I believe this to be the case almost throughout the country, but each has a special attraction, and none can be richer than the one I am speaking of and going to introduce you to very 6 THE OLD BOY MOURN ETH particularly; for on this subject I must be prosy; so those that don't care for England in detail may skip the chapter. O young England ! young England ! You who are born into these racing railroad times, when there's a Great Ex- hibition, or some monster sight, every year; and you can get over a couple of thousand miles of ground for three pound ten, in a five weeks' holiday, why don't you know more of your own birth-places ? You're all in the ends of the earth, it seems to me, as soon as you get your necks out of the educational collar for Midsummer holidays, long vacations, or what not. Going round Ireland with a return ticket, in a fortnight ; dropping your copies of Tennyson on the tops of Swiss mountains ; or pulling down the Danube in Oxford racing-boats. And when you get home for a quiet fortnight, you turn the steam off, and lie on your backs in the paternal garden, surrounded by the last batch of books from Mudie's library, and half bored to death. Well, well ! I know it has its good side. You all patter French more or less, and perhaps German ; you have seen men and cities, no doubt, and have your opinions, such as they are, about schools of painting, high art, and all that ; have seen the pictures at Dresden and the Louvre, and know the taste of sour krout. All I say is, you don't know your own lanes and woods and fields. Though you may be chock-full of science, not one in twenty of you knows where to find the wood-sorrel, or bee- orchis, which grow in the next wood, or on the down three miles off, or what the bog-bean and wood- sage are good for. And as for the country legends, the stories of the old gable-ended farm-houses, the place where the last skirmish was fought in the civil wars, where the OVER YOUNG ENGLAND. 7 parish butts stood, where the last highwayman turned to bay, where the last ghost was laid by the parson, they're gone out of date altogether. Now, in my time, when we got home by the old coach, which put us down at the cross-roads w^ith our boxes, the first day of the holidays, and had been driven off by the family coachman, singing '' Dulce domum " at the top of our voices, there we were, fixtures, till black Monday came round. We had to cut out our own amusements within a walk or a ride of home. And so we got to know all the country folk, and their ways and songs and stories, by heart ; and went over the fields and woods and hills, again and again, till we made friends of them all. We were Berkshire, or Gloucester- shire, or Yorkshire boys ; and you're young cosmopolites, belonging to all counties and no countries. No doubt it's all right; I dare say it is. This is the day of large views and glorious humanity, and all that ; but I wish backsword play hadn't gone out in the Vale of White Horse, and that that confounded Great Western hadn't carried away Alfred's Hill to make an embankment. But to return to the said Vale of White Horse, the country in which the first scenes of this true and interesting story are laid. As I said, the Great Western now runs right through it, and it is a land of large rich pastures, bounded by ox- fences, and covered with fine hedgerow timber, with here and there a nice little gorse or spinney, where abideth poor Charley, having no other cover to which to betake himself for miles and miles, when pushed out some fine November morning by the Old Berkshire. Those who have been there, and well mounted, only know how he and the staunch little pack who dash after 8 VALES IN GENERAL, him — heads high and sterns low, with a breast-high scent — can consume the ground at such times. There being Httle plough-land, and few woods, the Vale is only an average sporting country, except for hunting. The villages are strag- gling, queer, old-fashioned places, the houses being dropped down without the least regularity, in nooks and out-of-the-way corners, by the sides of shadowy lanes and footpaths, each with its patch of garden. They are built chiefly of good grey-stone and thatched ; though I see that within the last year or two the red brick cottages are multiplying, for the Vale is beginning to manufacture largely both bricks and tiles. There are lots of waste ground by the side of the roads in every village, amounting often to village greens, where feed the pigs and ganders of the people ; and these roads are old- fashioned, homely roads, very dirty and badly made, and hardly endurable in winter, but still pleasant jog-trot roads, running through the great pasture-lands, dotted here and there with little clumps of thorns, where the sleek kine are feeding, with no fence on either side of them, and a gate at the end of each field, which makes you get out of your gig (if you keep one), and gives you a chance of looking about you every quarter of a mile. One of the moralists whom we sat under in our youth, — was it the great Richard Swiveller, or Mr. Stiggins ? — says, '' We are born in a vale, and must take the consequences of being found in such a situation." These consequences, I for one, am ready to encounter. I pity people who weren't born in a vale. I don't mean a flat country, but a vale : that is, a flat country bounded by hills. The having your hill always in view if you choose to turn towards him, that's the essence of WHITE HORSE HILL. 9 a vale. There he is for ever in the distance, your friend and companion ; you never lose him as you do in hilly districts. And then what a hill is the White Horse Hill ! There it stands right up above all the rest, nine hundred feet above the sea, and the boldest, bravest shape for a chalk hill that you ever saw. Let us go up to the top of him, and see what is to be found there. Ay, you may well wonder, and think it odd you never heard of this before ; but, wonder or not, as you please,' there are hundreds of such things lying about England, which wiser folk than you know nothing of, and care nothing for. Yes, it's a magnificent Roman camp, and no mistake, with gates, and ditch, and mounds, all as complete as it was twenty years after the strong old rogues left it. Here, right up on the highest point, from which they say you can see eleven counties, they trenched round all the table-land, some twelve or fourteen acres, as was their custom, for they couldn't bear anybody to overlook them, and made their eyrie. The ground falls away rapidly on all sides. Was there ever such turf in the whole world ? You sink up to your ankles at every step, and yet the spring of it is delicious. There is always a breeze in the " camp," as it is called, and here it lies, just as the Romans left it, except that cairn on the east side, left by Her Majesty's corps of Sappers and Miners the other day, when they and the Engineer officer had finished their sojourn there, and their surveys for the Ordnance Map of Berkshire. It is altogether a place that you won't forget, — a place to open a man's soul and make him prophesy, as he looks down on that great Vale spread out as the garden of the Lord before him, and wave on wave of the mysterious downs behind ; and to the lo BATTLE OF ASH-DOWN. right and left the chalk hills running away into the distance, along which he can trace for miles the old Roman road, "the Ridgeway " ("the Rudge" as the country folk call it), keeping straight along the highest back of the hills ; — such a place as Balak brought Balaam to, and told him to prophesy against the people in the valley beneath. And he could not, neither shall you, for they are a people of the Lord who abide there. And now we leave the camp, and descend towards the west, and are on the Ash-down. We are treading on heroes. It is sacred ground for Englishmen, more sacred than all but one or two fields where their bones lie whitening. For this is the actual place where our Alfred won his great battle, the battle of Ashdown (" ^scendum " in the chroniclers), which broke the Danish power, and made England a Christian land. The Danes held the camp and the slope where we are standing — the whole crown of the hill in fact. "The heathen had beforehand seized the higher ground," as old Asser says, having wasted everything behind them from London, and being just ready to burst down on the fair vale, Alfred's own birth-place and heritage. And up the heights came the Saxons, as they did at the Alma. " The Christians led up their line from the lower ground. There stood also on that same spot a single thorn-tree, marvellous stumpy (which we ourselves with our very own eyes have seen)." Bless the old chronicler! does he think nobody ever saw the "single thorn- tree" but himself? Why, there it stands to this very day, just on the edge of the slope, and I saw it not three weeks since ; an old single thorn-tree, " marvellous stumpy." At least, if it isn't the same tree, it ought to have been, for it's BA TTLE OF A SH-DO WN. 1 1 just in the place where the battle must have been won or lost — "around which, as I was saying, the two lines of foemen came together in battle with a huge shout. And in this place, one of the two Kings of the heathen and five of his earls fell down and died, and many thousands of the heathen side in the same place." * After which crowning mercy, the pious King, that there might never be wanting a sign and a memorial to the country-side, carved out on the northern side of the chalk hill, under the camp, where it is almost precipitous, the great Saxon white horse, which he who will may see from the railway, and which gives its name to the vale, over which it has looked these thousand years and more. Right down below the White Horse is a curious deep and broad gully called " the Manger," into one side of which the hills fall with a series of the most lovely sweeping curves, known as the "Giant's Stairs;" they are not a bit like stairs, but I never saw anything like them anywhere else, with their short green turf, and tender blue-bells, and gossamer and thistle-down gleaming in the sun, and the sheep-paths running along their sides like ruled lines. The other side of the Manger is formed by the Dragon's Hill, a curious little round self-confident fellow, thrown * " Pagani editiorem lociim prceoccupaverant. Christiani ab inferiori loco acieni dirigebant. Erat quoque in eodem loco unica spinosa arbor, brevis admodum (quam nos ipsi nostris propriis oculis vidimus). Circa quam ergo hostiles inter se acies cum ingenti clamore hostiliter conveniunt. Quo in loco alter de duobus Paganorum regibus et quinque comites occisi occubuerunt, et multa millia Pagana; partis in eodem I0C9. Cecidit illic ergo Boegsceg Rex, et Sidroc ille senex comes, et Sidroc Junior comes, et Obsbern comes," &c. — Annales Renim Gestarum Alfred i Magni^ Audore Asserio. Recensuit Franciscus Wise. Oxford, 1722, p. 23. 12 WA YLAND SMITH'S CA VE. forward from the range, and utterly unlike everything round him. On this hill some deliverer of mankind — St. George, the country folk used to tell me — killed a dragon. Whether it were St. George, I cannot say ; but surely a dragon was killed there, for you may see the marks yet where his blood ran down, and more by token the place where it ran down is the easiest way up the hill-side. Passing along the Ridgeway to the west for about a mile, we come to a little clump of young beech and firs, with a growth of thorn and privet underwood. Here you may find nests of the strong down partridge and peewit, but take care that the keeper isn't down upon you ; and in the middle of it is an old cromlech, a huge flat stone raised on seven or eight others, and led up to by a path, with large single stones set up on each side* This is Wayland Smith's cave, a place of classic fame now ; but as Sir Walter has touched it, I may as well let it alone, and refer you to Kenilworth for the legend. The thick deep wood which you see in the hollow, about a mile off, surrounds Ashdown Park, built by Inigo Jones. Four broad alleys are cut through the wood, from circum- ference to centre, and each leads to one face of the house. The mystery of the downs hangs about house and wood, as they stand there alone, so unlike all around, with the green slopes, studded with great stones just about this part, stretch- ing away on all sides. It was a wise Lord Craven, I think, who pitched his tent there. Passing along the Ridgeway to the east, we soon come to cultivated land. The downs, strictly so called, are no more ; Lincolnshire farmers have been imported, and the long fresh THE BLOWING STONE. 13 slopes are sheep-walks no more, but grow famous turnips and barley. One of these improvers lives over there at the " Seven Barrows" farm, another mystery of the great downs. There are the barrows still, solemn and silent, like ships in the calm sea, the sepulchres of some sons of men. But of whom ? It is three miles from the White Horse, too far for the slain of Ashdown to be buried there — who shall say what heroes are waiting there ? But we must get down into the Vale again, and so away by the Great Western Railway to town, for time and the printer's devil press, and it is a terrible long and slippery descent, and a shocking bad road. At the bottom, however, there is a pleasant public, whereat we must really take a modest quencher, for the down air is provocative of thirst. So we pull up under an old oak which stands before the door. " What is the name of your hill, landlord ? " "Blawing Stwun Hill, sir, to be sure." [Reader. " Sturm ? " Author. " Stone, stupid : the Blowing Stone:'] "And of your house.'* I can't make out the sign." " Blawing Stwun, sir," says the landlord, pouring out his old ale from a Toby Philpot jug, with a melodious crash, into the long-necked glass. " What queer names ! " say we, sighing at the end of our draught, and holding out the glass to be replenished. " Bean't queer at all, as I can see, sir," says mine host, handing back our glass, "seeing as this here is the Blawing Stwun his self;" putting his hand on a square lump of stone, some three feet and a half high, perforated with two or three queer holes, like petrified antediluvian rat-holes, which lies 14 KINGSTONE LISLE. there close under the oak, under our very nose. We are more than ever puzzled, and drink our second glass of ale, wondering what will come next. " Like to hear un, sir ? " says mine host, setting down Toby Philpot on the tray, and resting both hands on the " Stwun." We are ready for anything ; and he, without waiting for a reply, applies his mouth to one of the rat-holes. Something must come of it, if he doesn't burst. Good heavens ! I hope he has no apoplectic tendencies. Yes, here it comes, sure enough, a grewsome sound between a moan and a roar, and spreads itself away over the valley, and up the hill-side, and into the woods at the back of the house, a ghost-like awful voice. " Um do say, sir," says mine host, rising purple-faced, while the moan is still coming out of the Stwun, "as they used in old times to warn the country-side, by blawing the Stwun when the enemy was a comin' — and as how folks could make un heered then for seven mile round ; leastways, so I've heered lawyer Smith say, and he knows a smart sight about them old times." We can hardly swallow lawyer Smith's seven miles, but could the blowing of the stone have been a summons, a sort of sending the fiery cross round the neighbourhood in the old times ? What old times ? Who knows ? We pay for our beer, and are thankful. " And what's the name of the village just below, landlord ? " " Kingstone Lisle, sir." " Fine plantations youVe got here ! " " Yes, sir, the Squire's 'mazin fond of trees and such like." " No wonder. He's got some real beauties to be fond of. Good day, landlord." " Good day, sir, and a pleasant ride to 'e." FARRINGDON AND PUSEY, 15 And now, my boys, you whom I want to get for readers, have you had enough ? Will you give in at once, and say you're convinced, and let me begin my story, or will you have more of it ? Remember, I've only been over a little bit of the hill-side yet, what you could ride round easily on your ponies in an hour. I'm only just come down into the vale, by Blowing Stone Hill; and if I once begin about the vale, what's to stop me ? You'll have to hear all about Wantage, the birth-place of Alfred, and Farringdon, which held out so long for Charles the First (the vale was near Oxford, and dreadfully malignant ; full of Throgmortons, Puseys, and Pyes, and such like, and their brawny retainers). Did you ever read Thomas Ingoldsby's " Legend of Hamilton Tighe" 1 If you haven't, you ought to have. Well, Farringdon is where he lived, before he went to sea ; his real name was Hamden Pye, and the Pyes were the great folk at Farringdon. Then there's Pusey. You've heard of the Pusey horn, which King Canute gave to the Puseys of that day, and which the gallant old squire, lately gone to his rest (whom Berkshire freeholders turned out of last Parliament, to their eternal disgrace, for voting according to his conscience), used to bring out on high days, holidays, and bonfire nights. And the splendid old Cross church at Uffington, the Uffingas town; — how the whole country-side teems with Saxon names and memories ! And the old moated grange at Compton, nestled close under the hillside, where twenty Marianas may have lived, with its bright water-lilies in the moat, and its yew walk, *' the Cloister walk," and its peerless terraced gardens. There they all are, and twenty things besides, for those who care about them, and have eyes. And these are the sort i6 TOM BROWN'S HOME. of things you may find, I believe, every one of you, in any common English country neighbourhood. Will you look for them under your own noses, or will you not ? Well, well, I've done what I can to make you ; and if you will go gadding over half Europe now every holidays, I can't help it. I was born and bred a west-countryman, thank God 1 a Wessex man, a citizen of the noblest Saxon kingdom of Wessex, a regular *' Angular Saxon," the very soul of me "adscriptus glebae." There's nothing like the old country-side for me, and no music like the twang of the real old Saxon tongue, as one gets it fresh from the veritable chaw in the White Horse Vale : and I say with " Gaarge Ridler," the old west-country yeoman : " Throo aall the waarld owld Gaarge would bwoast Commend me to merry owld England mwoast : While vools gwoes prating vur and nigh, We stwops at whum, my dog and I." Here at any rate lived and stopped at home. Squire Brown, J. P. for the county of Berks, in a village near the foot of the White Horse range. And here he dealt out justice and mercy in a rough way, and begat sons and daughters, and hunted the fox, and grumbled at the badness of the roads and the times. And his wife dealt out stockings, and calico shirts, and smock frocks, and comforting drinks to the old folks with the " rheumatiz," and good counsel to all ; and kept the coal and clothes clubs going, for Yule-tide, when the bands of mummers came round dressed out in ribbons and coloured paper caps, and stamped round the Squire's kitchen, repeating in true sing-song vernacular the legend of St. George and his fight, and the ten-pound Doctor, SQUIRE BROWN AND HIS HOUSEHOLD. 17 who plays his part at healing the Saint, — a relic, I believe, of the old middle-age mysteries. It was the first dramatic representation which greeted the eyes of little Tom, who was brought down into the kitchen by his nurse to witness it, at the mature age of three years. Tom was the eldest child of his parents, and from his earliest babyhood exhibited the family characteristics in great strength. He was a hearty strong boy from the first, given to fighting with and escaping from his nurse, and fraternizing with all the village boys, with whom he made expeditions all round the neighbourhood. And here in the quiet old-fashioned country village, under the shadow of the everlasting hills, Tom Brown was reared, and never left it till he went first to school when nearly eight years of age, for in those days change of air twice a year was not thought absolutely necessary for the health of all her Majesty's lieges. I have been credibly informed, and am inclined to believe, that the various Boards of Directors of Railway Companies, those gigantic jobbers and bribers, while quarrelling about everything else, agreed together some ten years back to buy up the learned profession of Medicine, body and soul. To this end they set apart several millions of money, which they continually distribute judiciously among the Doctors, stipulating only this one thing, that they shall prescribe change of air to every patient who can pay, or borrow money to pay, a railway fare, and see their prescription carried out. If it be not for this, why is it that none of us can be well at home for a year together.? It wasn't so twenty years ago, — not a bit of it. The Browns didn't go out of the county once in five years. A visit to Reading or Abingdon twice a year, at C 1 8 THE OLD BOY ABUSETH MOVING ON. Assizes or Quarter Sessions, which the Squire made on his horse, with a pair of saddle-bags containing his wardrobe — a stay of a day or two at some country neighbour's — or an expedition to a county ball or the yeomanry review — made up the sum of the Brown locomotion in most years. A stray Brown from some distant county dropped in every now and then ; or from Oxford, on grave nag, an old don, contem- porary of the Squire ; and were looked upon by the Brown household and the villagers with the same sort of feeling with which we now regard a man who has crossed the Rocky Mountains, or launched a boat on the great lake in Central Africa. The White Horse Vale, remember, was traversed by no great road ; nothing but country parish roads, and these very bad. Only one coach ran there, and this one only from Wantage to London, so that the western part of the vale was without regular means of moving on, and certainly didn't seem to want them. There was the canal, by the way, which supplied the country side with coal, and up and down which continually went the long barges, with the big black men lounging by the side of the horses along the towing-path, and the women in bright coloured handkerchiefs standing in the sterns steering. Standing, I say, but you could never see whether they were standing or sitting, all but their heads and shoulders being out of sight in the cosy little cabins which occupied some eight feet of the stern, and which Tom Brown pictured to himself as the most desirable of residences. His nurse told him that those good-natured-looking women were in the constant habit of enticing children into the barges and taking them up to London and selling them, Which Tom wouldn't believe, and TOM BROWN WISHETH TO MOVE ON. 19 which made him resolve as soon as possible to accept the oft-profFered invitation of these syrens to " young Master," to come in and have a ride. But as yet the nurse was too much for Tom. Yet why should I after all abuse the gadabout propensities of my countrymen } We are a vagabond nation now, that's certain, for better, for worse. I am a vagabond : I have been away from home no less than five distinct times in the last year. The Queen sets us the example — we are moving on from top to bottom. Little dirty Jack, who abides in Clement's Inn gateway, and blacks my boots for a penny, takes his month's hop-picking every year as a matter of course. Why shouldn't he 1 I'm delighted at it. I love vagabonds, only I prefer poor to rich ones : — couriers and ladies' maids, imperials and travelling carriages, are an abomination unto me — I cannot away with them. But for dirty Jack, and every good fellow who, in the words of the capital French song, moves about, Comme le limacon, Portant tout son bagage, Ses meubles, sa maison,'' on his own back, why, good luck to them, and many a merry road-side adventure, and steaming supper in the chimney-corners of roacj-side inns, Swiss chalets, Hottentot kraals, or wherever else they like to go. So having succeeded in contradicting myself in my first chapter, (which gives me great hopes that you will all go on, and think me a good fellow notwithstanding my crotchets.) I shall here shut up 20 THE OLD BOY APPROVETH MOVING ON. for the present, and consider my ways ; having resolved to "sar' it out," as we say in the Vale, *'holus bolus," just as it comes, and then you'll probably get the truth out of me. TOM BROWN'S EARLY DA YS. CHAPTER 11. THE "VEAST." "And the King commandeth and for- biddeth, that from henceforth neitlier fairs nor markets be kept in churchyards, for the honour of the Church."— Statutes : 13 Edw. I. Stat. II. cap. vi. that venerable and learned poet (whose voluminous works we all think it the correct thing to ad- mire and talk about, but don't read often) most truly says, *' The child is father to the man;" a fortiori, therefore, he must be father to the boy. So, as we are going at any rate to see Tom Brown through his boyhood, supposing we never get any further, (which, if you show a proper sense of the value of this history, there is no knowing but what we may,) let us have a look at the life and environments of the child, in the quiet country village to which we w^ere intro- duced in the last chapter. 22 rOM BROWN'S NURSE. Tom, as has been already said, was a robust and combative urchin, and at the age of four began to struggle against the yoke and authority of his nurse. That functionary was a good-hearted, tearful, scatter-brained girl, lately taken by Tom's mother. Madam Brown, as she was called, from Ihe village school to be trained as nurserymaid. Madam Brown was a rare trainer of servants, and spent herself freely in the profession ; for profession it was, and gave her more trouble by half than many people take to earn a good income. Her servants were known and sought after for miles round. Al- most all the girls who attained a certain place in the village school were taken by her, one or two at a time, as house- maids, laundrymaids, nurserymaids, or kitchen-maids, and, after a year or two's drilling, were started in life amongst the neighbouring families, with good principles and wardrobes. One of the results of this system was the perpetual despair of Mrs. Brown's cook and own maid, who no sooner had a notable girl made to their hands, than Missus was sure to find a good place for her and send her off, taking in fresh importations from the school. Another was, that the house was always full of young girls with clean shining faces ; who broke plates and scorched linen, but made an atmosphere of cheerful homely life about the place, good for every one who came within its influence. Mrs. Brown loved young people, and in fact human creatures in general, above plates and linen. They were more like a lot of elder children than servants, and felt to her more as a mother or aunt than as a mistress. Tom's nurse was one who took in her instruction very slowly, — she seemed to have two left hands and no head ; and TOM BROWN'S FIRST REBELLION. 23 SO Mrs. Brown kept her on longer than usual, that she might expend her awkwardness and forgetfulness upon those who would not judge and punish her too strictly for them. Charity Lamb was her name. It had been the immemorial habit of the village to christen children either by Bible names, or by those of the cardinal and other virtues ; so that one was for ever hearing in the village street, or on the green, shrill sounds of " Prudence ! Prudence ! thee cum' out o' the gutter;" or, " Mercy ! drat the girl, what bist thee a doin' wi' little Faith } " and there were Ruths, Rachels, Keziahs, in every corner. The same with the boys ; they were Benjamins, Jacobs, Noahs, Enochs. I suppose the custom has come down from Puritan times — there it is, at any rate, very strong still in the Vale. Well, from early morning till dewy eve, when she had it out of him in the cold tub before putting him to bed, Charity and Tom were pitted against one another. Physical power was as yet on the side of Charity, but she hadn't a chance with him wherever head-work was wanted. This war of independence began every morning before breakfast, when Charity escorted her charge to a neighbouring farm-house which supplied the Browns, and where, by his mother's wish. Master Tom went to drink whey, before breakfast. Tom had no sort of objection to whey, but he had a decided liking for curds, which were forbidden as unwholesome, and there was seldom a morning that he did not manage to secure a handful of hard curds, in defiance of Charity and of the farmers wife. The latter good soul was a gaunt angular woman, who, with an old black bonnet on the top of her head, the strings dangling about her shoulders, and her gown 24 TOM BROWN'S CASTLE OF REFUGE. tucked through her pocket-holes, went clattering about the dairy, cheese-room, and yard, in high pattens. Charity was some sort of niece of the old lady's, and was consequently free of the farm-house and garden, into which she could not resist going for the purposes of gossip and flirtation with the heir-apparent, who was a dawdling fellow, never out at work as he ought to have been. The moment Charity had found her cousin, or any other occupation, Tom would slip away ; and in a minute shrill cries would be heard from the dairy, " Charity, Charity, thee lazy hussy, where bist } " and Tom would break cover, hands and mouth full of curds, and take refuge on the shaky surface of the great muck reservoir in the middle of the yard, disturbing the repose of the great pigs. Here he was in safety, as no grown person could follow without getting over their knees ; and the luckless Charity, while her aunt scolded her from the dairy-door, for being "alius hankering about arter our Willum, instead of minding Master Tom," would descend from threats to coax- ing, to lure Tom out of the muck, which was rising over his shoes and would soon tell a tale on his stockings, for which she would be sure to catch it from Missus's maid. Tom had two abettors in the shape of a couple of old boys, Noah and Benjamin by name, who defended him from Charity, and expended much time upon his education. They were both of them retired servants of former generations of the Browns. Noah Crooke was a keen dry old man of almost ninety, but still able to totter about. He talked to Tom quite as if he were one of his own family, and indeed had long completely identified the Browns with himself. In some remote age he had been the attendant of a Miss Brown, and TOM BROWN'S ABETTORS— NOAH. 25 had conveyed her about the country on a pilHon. He had a httle round picture of the identical grey horse, caparisoned with the identical pillion, before which he used to do a sort of fetish worship, and abuse turnpike-roads and carriages. He wore an old full-bottomed wig, the gift of some dandy old Brown whom he had valeted in the middle of last century, which habiliment Master Tom looked upon with considerable respect, not to say fear ; and indeed his whole feeling towards Noah was strongly tainted with awe ; and when the old gentleman was gathered to his fathers, Tom's lamentation over him was not unaccom- 26 TOM BROWN'S ABETTORS— BENJY. panied by a certain joy at having seen the last of the wig : "Poor old Noah, dead and gone," said he, ''Tom Brown so sorry! Put him in the coffin, wig and all!" But old Benjy was young Master's real delight and re- fuge. He was a youth by the side of Noah, scarce seventy years old. A cheery, humorous, kind-hearted old man, full of sixty years of Vale gossip, and of all sorts of helpful ways for young and old, but above all for children. It was he who bent the first pin with which Tom extracted his first stickle- back out of "Pebbly Brook," the little stream which ran through the village. The first stickleback was a splendid fellow, with fabulous red and blue gills. Tom kept him in a small basin till the day of his death, and became a fisherman from that day. Within a month from the taking of the first stickleback, Benjy had carried off our hero to the canal, in defiance of Charity ; and between them, after a whole after- noon's popjoying, they had caught three or four small coarse fish and a perch,, averaging perhaps two and a half ounces each, which Tom bore home in rapture to his mother as a precious gift, and which she received like a true mother with equal rapture, instructing the cook nevertheless, in a private interview, not to prepare the same for the Squire's dinner. Charity had appealed against old Benjy in the meantime, representing the dangers of the canal banks ; but Mrs. Brown, seeing the boy's inaptitude for female guidance, had decided in Benjy's favour, and from thenceforth the old man was Tom's dry nurse. And as they sat by the canal watching their little green and white float, Benjy would instruct him in the doings of deceased Browns. How his grandfather, in the early days of the great war, when there was much distress TOM BROWN'S ABETTORS—BENJY. 27 and crime in the Vale, and the magistrates had been threat- ened by the mob, had ridden in with a big stick in his hand, and held the Petty Sessions by himself. How his great uncle, the Rector, had encountered and laid the last ghost, who had frightened the old women, male and female, of the parish out of their senses, and who turned out to be the blacksmith's apprentice, disguised in drink and a white sheet. It was Benjy too who saddled Tom's first pony, and in- structed him in the mysteries of horsemanship, teaching him to throw his weight back and keep his hand low; and who stood chuckling outside the door of the girls' school when Tom rode his little Shetland into the cottage and round the table, where the old dame and her pupils were seated at their work. Benjy himself was come of a family distinguished in the Vale for their prowess in all athletic games. Some half-dozen of his brothers and kinsmen had gone to the wars, of whom only one had survived to come home, with a small pension, and three bullets in different parts of his body ; he had shared Benjy's cottage till his death, and had left him his old dragoon's sword and pistol, which hung over the mantel- piece, flanked by a pair of heavy single-sticks, with which Benjy himself had won renown long ago as an old gamester, against the picked men of Wiltshire and Somersetshire, in many a good baut at the revels and pastimes of the country- side. For he had been a famous back-sword man in his young days, and a good wrestler at elbow and collar. Back-swording and wrestling were the most serious holiday pursuits of the Vale— those by which men attained fame — and each village had its champion. I suppose that, on the 28 OUR " VEAsrr whole, people were less worked then than they are now ; at any rate, they seemed to have more time and energy for the old pastimes. The great times for back-swording came round once a year in each village, at the feast. The Vale " veasts " were not the common statute feasts, but much more ancient business. They are literally, so far as one can ascertain, feasts of the dedication, i.e. they were first established in the churchyard on the day on which the village church was opened for public worship, which was on the wake or festival of the patron Saint, and have been held on the same day in every year since that time. There was no longer any remembrance of why the "veast" had been instituted, but nevertheless it had a pleasant and almost sacred character of its own. For it was then that all the children of the village, wherever they were scattered, tried to get home for a holiday to visit their fathers and mothers and friends, bringing with them their wages or some little gift from up the country for the old folk. Perhaps for a day or two before, but at any rate on " veast day " and the day after, in our village, you might see strapping healthy young men and women from all parts of the country going round from house to house in their best clothes, and finishing up with a call on Madam Brown, whom they would consult as to putting out their earnings to the best advantage, or how best to expend the same for the benefit of the old folk. Every household, however poor, managed to raise a " feast- cake " and bottle of ginger or raisin wine, which stood on the cottage table ready for all comers, and not unlikely to make them remember feast time, — for feast-cake is very solid, and full of huge raisins. Moreover feast-time was the day of APPROACH OF " VE AST-DA V," 29 reconciliation for the parish. If Job Higgins and Noah Free- man hadn't spoken for the last six months, their " old women " would be sure to get it patched up by that day. And though there was a good deal of drinking and low vice in the booths of an evening, it was pretty well confined to those who would have been doing the like, " veast or no veast ; " and, on the whole, the effect was humanizing and Christiap. In fact, the only reason why this is not the case still, is that gentle-folk and farmers have taken to other amusements, and have, as usual, forgotten the poor. They don't attend the feast them- selves, and call them disreputable, whereupon the steadiest of the poor leave them also, and they become what they are called. Class amusements, be they for dukes or ploughboys, always become nuisances and curses to a country. The true charm of cricket and hunting is, that they are still more or less sociable and universal ; there's a place for every man who will come and take his part. No one in the village enjoyed the approach of "veast day" more than Tom, in the year in which he was taken under old Benjy's tutelage. The feast was held in a large green field at the lower end of the village. The road to Farringdon ran along one side of it, and the brook by the side of the road ; and above the brook was another large gentle sloping pasture-land, with a footpath running down it from the churchyard ; and the old church, the originator of all the mirth, towered up with its grey walls and lancet windows, overlooking and sanctioning the whole, though its own share therein had been forgotten. At the point where the footpath crossed the brook and road, and entered on the field where the feast was held, was a long low roadside 30 EVE OF " VE AST-DA YT inn, and on the opposite side of the field was a large white thatched farm-house, where dwelt an old sporting farmer, a great promoter of the revels. Past the old church, and down the footpath, pottered the old man and the child hand in hand early on the afternoon of the day before the feast, and wandered all round the ground, which was already being occupied by the "cheap Jacks," with their green-covered carts and marvellous assort- ment of wares, and the booths of more legitimate small traders with their tempting arrays of fairings and eatables ; and penny peep-shows and other shows, containing pink- eyed ladies, and dwarves, and boa-constrictors, and wild Indians. But the object of most interest to Benjy, and of course to his pupil also, was the stage of rough planks some four feet high, which was being put up by the village carpenter for the back-swording and wrestling ; and after surveying the whole tenderly, old Benjy led his charge away to the roadside inn, where he ordered a glass of ale and a long pipe for himself, and discussed these unwonted luxuries on the bench outside in the soft autumn evening with mine host, another old servant of the Browns, and speculated with him on the likelihood of a good show of old gamesters to contend for the mor- row's prizes, and told tales of the gallant bouts forty years back, to which Tom listened with all his ears and eyes. But who shall tell the joy of the next morning, when the church bells were ringing a merry peal, and old Benjy ap- peared in the servants' hall, resplendent in a long blue coat and brass buttons, and a pair of old yellow buckskins and top-boots, which he had cleaned for and inherited from Tom's grandfather ; a stout thorn-stick in his hand, and a nosegay MORNING OF THE " VEAST." 31 of pinks and lavender in his button-hole, and led away Tom in his best clothes, and two new shillings in his breeches- pockets ? Those two, at any rate, look like enjoying the day's revel. They quicken their pace when they get into the church- yard, for already they see the field thronged with country folk, the men in clean white smocks or velveteen or fustian coats, with rough plush waistcoats of many colours, and the women in the beautiful long scarlet cloak, the usual outdoor dress of West-country women in those days, and which often descended in families from mother to daughter, or in new-fashioned stuff shawls, which, if they would but believe it, don't become them half so well. The air resounds with the pipe and tabor, and the drums and trumpets of the showmen shouting at the doors of their caravans, over which tremendous pictures of the wonders to be seen within hang temptingly ; while through all rises the shrill " root-too-too-too " of Mr. Punch, and the unceasing pan-pipe of his satellite. " Lawk a' massey, Mr. Benjamin," cries a stout motherly woman in a red cloak, as they enter the field, " be that you ? Well I never! you do look purely. And how's the Squire, and Madam, and the family.-^" Benjy graciously shakes hands with the speaker, who has left our village for some years, but has come over for Veast- day on a visit to an old gossip — and gently indicates the heir apparent of the Browns. " Bless his little heart ! I must gi' un a kiss. Here, Susannah, Susannah ! " cries she, raising herself from the embrace, "come and see Mr. Benjamin and young Master Tom. You minds our Sukey, Mr. Benjamin, she be growed 32 GOSSIPING PRELIMINARY. a rare slip of a wench since you seen her, tho' her'll be sixteen come Martinmas. I do aim to take her to see Madam to get her a place." And Sukey comes bouncing away from a knot of bid schoolfellows, and drops a curtsey to Mr. Benjamin. And elders come up from all parts to salute Benjy, and girls who have been Madam's pupils to kiss Master Tom. And they carry him off to load him with fairings ; and he returns to Benjy, his hat and coat covered with ribands, and his pockets crammed with wonderful boxes which open upon ever new boxes and boxes, and popguns and trumpets, and apples, and gilt gingerbread from the stall of Angel Heavens, sole vendor thereof, whose booth groans with kings and queens, and elephants, and prancing steeds, all gleaming with gold. There was more gold on Angel's cakes than there is ginger in those of this degenerate age. Skilled diggers might yet make a fortune in the churchyards of the Vale, by carefully washing the dust of the consumers of Angel's gingerbread. Alas ! he is with his namesakes, and his receipts have, I fear, died with him. And then they inspect the penny peep-show, at least Tom does, while old Benjy stands outside and gossips, and walks up the steps, and enters the mysterious doors of the pink-eyed lady and the Irish Giant, who do not by any means come up to their pictures; and the boa will not swallow his rabbit, but there the rabbit is waiting to be swallowed — and what can you expect for tuppence "^ We are easily pleased in the Vale. Now there is a rush of the crowd, and a tinkling bell is heard, and shouts of laughter ; and Master Tom mounts on Benjy's shoulders, and beholds a jingling match in all its glory. THE JINGLING MATCH, 33 The games are begun, and this is the opening of them.. It is a quaint game, immensely amusing to look at ; and as I don't know whether it is used in your counties, I had better describe it. A large roped ring is made, into which are introduced a dozen or so of big boys and young men who mean to play ; these are carefully blinded and turned loose into the ring, and then a man is introduced not blindfolded, with a bell hung round his neck, and his two hands tied behind him. Of course, every time he moves the bell must ring, as he has no • hand to hold it, and so the dozen blindfolded men have to catch him. This they cannot always manage if he is a lively fellow, but half of them always rush into the arms of the other half, or drive their heads together, or tumble over ; and then the crowd laughs vehemently, and invents nicknames for them on the spur of the moment, and they, if they be choleric, tear off the handkerchiefs which blind them, and not unfrequently pitch into one another, each thinking that the other must have run against him on purpose. It is great fun to look at a jingling match certainly, and Tom shouts and jumps on old Benjy's shoulders at the sight, until the old man feels weary, and shifts him to the strong young shoulders of the groom, who has just got down to the fun. And now, while they are climbing the pole in another part of the field, and muzzling in a flour-tub in another, the old farmer whose house, as has been said, overlooks the field, and who is master of the revels, gets up the steps on to the stage, and announces to all whom it may concern that a half- sovereign in money will be forthcoming for the old gamester who breaks most heads ; to which the Squire and he have added a new hat D 34 THE PLA VERS AT BA CK-SWORDING. The amount of the prize is sufficient to stimulate the men of the immediate neighbourhood, but not enough to bring any very high talent from a distance ; so, after a glance or two round, a tall fellow, who is a down shepherd, chucks his hat on to the stage and climbs up the steps, looking rather sheepish. The crowd of course first cheer, and then chaff as usual, as he picks up his hat and begins handling the sticks to see which will suit him. " Wooy, Willum Smith, thee canst plaay wi' he arra daay," says his companion to the blacksmith's apprentice, a stout young fellow of nineteen or twenty. Willum's sweetheart is in the *'veast" somewhere, and has strictly enjoined him not to get his head broke at back-swording, on pain of her highest displeasure ; but as she is not to be seen, (the women pretend not to like to see the back-sword play, and -keep away from the stage,) and as his hat is decidedly getting old, he chucks it on to the stage, and follows himself, hoping that he will only have to break other people's heads, or that after all Rachel won't really mind. Then follows the greasy cap lined with fur of a half- gipsy, poaching, loafing fellow, who travels the Vale not for much good, I fancy : *' Full twenty times was Peter feared For once that Peter was respected," in fact. And then three or four other hats, including the glossy castor of Joe Willis, the self-elected and would-be champion of the neighbourhood, a well-to-do young butcher of twenty-eight or thereabouts, and a great strapping fellow, with his full allowance of bluster. This is a capital show of gamesters^ considering the amount of the prize ; so, while ARMS AND ACCOUTREMENTS. 35 they are picking their sticks and drawing their lots, I think I must tell you, as shortly as I can, how the noble old game of back-sword is played ; for it is sadly gone out of late, even in the Vale, and may be you have never seen it. The weapon is a good stout ash-stick with a large basket- handle, heavier and somewhat shorter than a common sinsfle- stick. The players are called " old gamesters," — why, I can't tell you, — and their object is simply to break one another's heads : for the moment that blood runs an inch anywhere above the eyebrow, the old gamester to whom it belongs is beaten, and has to stop. A very slight blow with the sticks will fetch blood, so that it is by no means a punishing pastime, if the men don't play on purpose, and savagely, at the body and arms of their adversaries. The old gamester going into action only takes off his hat and coat, and arms himself with a stick : he then loops the fingers of his left hand in a handkerchief or strap which he fastens round his left leg, measuring the length, so that when he draws it tight with his left elbow in the air, that elbow shall just reach as high as his crown. Thus you see, so long as he chooses to keep his left elbow up, regardless of cuts, he has a perfect guard for the left side of his head. Then he advances his right hand above and in front of his head, holding his stick across so that its point projects an inch or two over his left elbow, and thus his whole head is completely guarded, and he faces his man armed in like manner, and they stand some three feet apart, often nearer, and feint, and strike, and return at one another's heads, until one cries "hold," or blood flows: in the first case they are allowed a minute's time, and go on again ; in the latter, another pair of gamesters are called on. D2 36 JOE AND THE GIPSY. If good men are playing, the quickness of the returns is marvellous ; you hear the rattle like that a boy makes drawing his stick along palings, only heavier, and the closeness of the men in action to one another gives it a strange interest, and imakes a spell at back-swording a very noble sight. They are all suited now with sticks, and Joe Willis and the gipsy man have drawn the first lot So the rest lean against the rails of the stage, and Joe and the dark man meet in the middle, the boards having been strewed with sawdust ; Joe's white shirt and spotless drab breeches and boots contrasting with the gipsy's coarse blue shirt and dirty green velveteen breeches and leather gaiters. Joe is evidently turning up his nose at the other, and half insulted at having to break his head. The gipsy is a tough, acttve fellow, but not very skilful with his weapon, so that Joe's weight and strength tell in a minute ; he is too heavy metal for him : whack, whack, whack, come his blows, breaking down the gipsy's guard, and threatening to reach his head every moment There it is at last—" Blood, blood!" shout the spectators, as a thin stream oozes out slowly from the roots of his hair, and the umpire calls to them to stop. The gipsy scowls at Joe under his brows in no pleasant manner, while Master Joe swaggers about, and makes attitudes, and thinks himself, and shows that he thinks himself, the greatest man in the field. Then follow several stout sets-to between the other candi- dates for the new hat, and at last come the shepherd and Willum Smith. This is the crack set-to of the day. They are both in famous wind, and there is no crying "hold;" the shepherd is an old hand, and up to all the dodges ; he tries WILLUM's defeat at BACK-SW()RDlN(i P- 3: THE SHEPHERD AND WILLUM SMITH 37 them one after another, and very nearly gets at Willum's head by coming in near, and playing over his guard at the half- stick, but somehow Willum blunders through, catching the stick on his shoulders, neck, sides, every now and then, any- where but on his head, and his returns are heavy and straight, and he is the youngest gamester and a favourite in. the parish, and his gallant stand brings down shouts and cheers, and the knowing ones think he'll win if he keeps steady, and Tom on the groom's shoulder holds his hands together, and can hardly breathe for excitement. Alas for Willum ! his sweetheart getting tired of female companionship has been hunting the booths to see where he can have got to, and now catches sight of him on the stage in full combat. She flushes and turns pale ; her old aunt catches hold of her, saying, " Bless 'ee, child, doan't ee go- a'nigst it ;" but she breaks away and runs towards the stage calling his name. Willum keeps up his guard stoutly, but glances for a moment towards the voice. No guard will do it, Willum, without the eye. The shepherd steps round and strikes, and the point of his stick just grazes Willum's fore-^ head, fetching off the skin, and the blood flows, and the umpire cries " Hold," and poor Willum's chance is up for the day. But he takes it very well, and puts on his old hat and coat, and goes down to be scolded by his sweetheart, and led away out of mischief. Tom hears him say coaxingly as he walks off — " Now doan't ee, Rachel ! I wouldn't ha' done it, only I wanted summut to buy ee a fairing wi', and I be as vlush o' money as a twod o' veathers." ^' Thee mind what I tells ee," rejoins Rachel saucily, " and 38 JOE HAS ALL THE LUCK, doan't ee kep blethering about fairings." Tom resolves in his heart to give Willum the remainder of his two shillings after the back-swording. Joe Willis has all the luck to-day. His next bout ends in an easy victory, while the shepherd has a tough job to break his second head ; and when Joe and the shepherd meet, and the whole circle expect and hope to see him get a broken crown, the shepherd slips in the first round, and falls against the rails, hurting himself so that the old farmer will not let him go on, much as he wishes to try ; and that impostor Joe (for he is certainly not the best man) struts and swaggers about the stage the conquering gamester, though he hasn't had five minutes' really trying play. Joe takes the new hat in his hand, and puts the money into it, and then, as if a thought strikes him, and he doesn't think his victory quite acknowledged down below, walks to each face of the stage, and looks down, shaking the money, and chaffing, as how he'll stake hat and money and another half-sovereign "agin any gamester as hasn't played already." Cunning Joe ! he thus gets rid of Willum and the shepherd, who is quite fresh again. No one seems to like the offer, and the umpire is just coming down, when a queer old hat, something like a Doctor of Divinity's shovel, is chucked on to the stage, and an elderly quiet man steps out, who has been watching the play, saying he should like to cross a stick " wi' the prodigalish young chap." The crowd cheer and begin to chaff Joe, who turns up his nose and swaggers across to the sticks. " Imp'dent old wos- bird!" says he, "I'll break the bald head on un to the truth." JOE OUT OF LUCK. 39 The old boy is very bald certainly, and the blood will show fast enough if you can touch him, Joe. He takes off his long-flapped coat, and stands up in a long- flapped w^aistcoat, which Sir Roger de Coverley might have worn when it was new, picks out a stick, and is ready for Master Joe, who loses no time, but begins his old game, whack, whack, whack, trying to break down the old man's guard by sheer strength. But it won't do, — he catches every blow close by the basket ; and though he is rather stiff in his returns, after a minute w^alks Joe about the stage, and is clearly a staunch old gamester. Joe now comes in, and, making the most of his height, tries to get over the old man's guard at half-stick, by which he takes a smart blow in the ribs and another on the elbow, and nothing more. And now he loses wind and begins to puff, and the crowd laugh : " Cry * hold,' Joe — thee'st met thy match!" Instead of taking good advice and getting his wind, Joe loses his temper, and strikes at the old man's body. '' Blood, blood !" shout the crowd, " Joe's head's broke !" Who'd have thought it } How did it come } That body- blow left Joe's head unguarded for a moment, and with one turn of the wrist the old gentleman has picked a neat little bit of skin off the middle of his forehead ; and though he won't believe it, and hammers on for three more blows despite of the shouts, is then convinced by the blood trickling into his eye. Poor Joe is sadly crestfallen, and fumbles in his pocket for the other half-sovereign, but the old gamester won't have it. " Keep thy money, man, and gi's thy hand," says he, and they shake hands ; but the old gamester gives the new hat to the shepherd, and, soon after, the half-sovereign to Willum, 40 THE REVELS ARE OVER. who thereout decorates his sweetheart with ribbons to his heart's content, "Who can a be ?" " Wur do a cum from ?" ask the crowd. And it soon flies about that the old west-country champion, who played a tie with Shaw the Life-guardsman at *' Vizes " twenty years before, has broken Joe Willis's crown for him. How my country fair is spinning out I I see I must skip the wrestling, and the boys jumping in sacks, and rolling wheelbarrows blindfolded ; and the donkey-race, and the fight which arose thereout, marring the otherwise peaceful "veast;" and the frightened scurrying away of the female feast-goers, and descent of Squire Brown, summoned by the wife of one of the combatants to stop it ; which he wouldn't start to do till he had got on his top-boots. Tom is carried away by old Benjy, dog-tired and surfeited with pleasure, as the evening comes on and the dancing begins in the booths ; and though Willum and Rachel in her new ribbons and many another good lad and lass don't come away just yet, but have a good step out, and enjoy it, and get no harm thereby, yet we, being sober folk, will just stroll away up through the churchyard, and by the old yew-tree ; and get a quiet dish of tea and a parle with our gossips, as the steady ones of our village do, and so to bed. That's the fair true sketch, as far as it goes, of one of the larger village feasts in the Vale of Berks, when I was a little boy. They are much altered for the worse, I am told. I haven't been at one these twenty years, but I have been at the statute fairs in some west- country towns, where servants are hired, and greater abominations cannot be found. What village feasts have come to, I fear, in many cases, may be read THE OLD BOY MORALISETH ON " VEASTST 41 in the pages of Yeast, (though I never saw one so bad— thank God!) Do you want to know why ? It is because, as I said before, gentlefolk and farmers have left off joining or taking an interest in them. They don't either subscribe to the prizes, or go down and enjoy the fun. Is this a good or a bad sign } I hardly know. Bad, sure enough, if it only arises from the further separation of classes consequent on twenty years of buying cheap and selling dear, and its accompanying over-work; or because our sons and daughters have their hearts in London Club-life, or so-called -Society, instead of in the old English home duties ; because farmers' sons are apeing fine gentlemen, and farmers' daughters caring more to make bad foreign music than good English cheeses. Good, perhaps, if it be that the time for the old "veast" has gone by, that it is no longer the healthy sound expression of English country holiday-making ; that, in fact, we as a nation have got beyond it, and are in a transition state, feeling for and soon likely to find some better substitute. Only I have just got this to say before I quit the text. Don't let reformers of any sort think that they are going really to lay hold of the working boys and young men of England by any educational grapnel whatever, which hasn't some bond fide equivalent for the games of the old country " veast " in it ; something to put in the place of the back- swording and wrestling and racing ; something to try the muscles of men's bodies, and the endurance of their hearts, and to make them rejoice in their strength. In all the new-fangled comprehensive plans which I see, this is all left out : and the consequence is, that your great Mechanics' 42 THE OLD BOY'S ADVICE TO YOUNG SWELLS. Institutes end in intellectual priggism, and your Christian Young Men's Societies in religious Pharisaism. Well, well, we must bide our time. Life isn't all beer and skittles, — but beer and skittles, or something better of the same sort, must form a good part of every Englishman's education. If I could only drive this into the heads of you rising Parliamentary Lords, and young swells who *' have your ways made for you," as the saying is, — you, who frequent palaver houses and West-end clubs, waiting always ready to strap yourselves on to the back of poor dear old John, as soon as the present used-up lot (your fathers and uncles), who sit there on the great Parliamentary-majorities' pack- saddle, and make believe they're guiding him with their red-tape bridle, tumble, or have to be lifted off. I don't think much of you yet— I wish I could ; though you do go talking and lecturing up and down the country to crowded audiences, and are busy with all sorts of philan- thropic intellectualism, and circulating libraries and museums, and Heaven only knows what besides ; and try to make us think, through newspaper reports, that you are, even as we, of the working classes. But, bless your hearts, we " ain't so green," though lots of us of all sorts toady you enough certainly, and try to make you think so. I'll tell you what to do now : instead of all this trumpeting and fuss, which is only the old Parliamentary-majority dodge over again — ^just you go each of you (you've plenty of time for it, if you'll only give up t'other line) and quietly make three or four friends, real friends, among us. You'll find a little trouble in getting at the right sort, because such birds don't come lightly to your lure — but found they may be. THE OLD BOY HATH SMALL HOPE OF SWELLS. 43 Take, say, two out of the professions, lawyer, parson, doctor, — which you will ; one out of trade, and three or four out of the working classes, tailors, engineers, carpenters, en- gravers, — there's plenty of choice. Let them be men of your own ages, mind, and ask them to your homes ; intro- duce them to your wives and sisters, and get introduced to theirs : give them good dinners, and talk to them about what is really at the bottom of your hearts, and box, and run, and row with them, when you have a chance. Do all this honestly as man to man, and by the time you come to ride old John, you'll be able to do something more than sit on his back, and may feel his mouth with some stronger bridle than a red-tape one. Ah, if you only would ! But you have got too far out of the right rut, I fear. Too much over-civilization, and the deceitfulness of riches. It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle. More's the pity. I never came across but two of you, who could value a man wholly and solely for what was in him ; who thought themselves verily and indeed of the same flesh and blood as John Jones the attorney's clerk, and Bill Smith the costermonger, and could act as if they thought so. CHAPTER III. SUNDRY WARS AND ALLIANCES. Poor old Benjy! the "rheumatiz" has much to answer for all through English country sides, but it never played a scurvier trick than in laying thee by the heels, when thou wast yet in a green old age. The enemy, which had long been carrying on a sort of border warfare, and trying his strength against Benjy's on the battle-field of his hands and legs, now, mustering all his forces, began laying siege to the citadel, and BENJ V 'S DECLINE. 45 overrunning the whole country. Benjy was seized in the back and loins ; and though he made strong and brave fight, it was soon clear enough that all which could be beaten of poor old Benjy would have to give in before long. It was as much as he could do now, with the help of his big stick and frequent stops, to hobble down to the canal with Master Tom, and bait his hook for him, and sit and watch his angling, telling him quaint old countr>^ stories ; and when Tom had no sport, and detecting a rat some hundred yards or so off along the bank Avould rush off with Toby the turn- spit terrier, his other faithful companion, in bootless pursuit, he might have tumbled in and been drowned twenty times over before Benjy could have got near him. Cheery and unmindful of himself as Benjy was, this loss of locomotive power bothered him greatly. He had got a new object in his old age, and was just beginning to think himself useful again in the world. He feared much, too, lest Master Tom should fall back again into the hands of Charity and the women. So he tried everytliing he could think of to get set up. He even went an expedition to the dwelling of one of those queer mortals, who — say what we will, and reason how we will — do cure simple people of diseases of one kind or another without the aid of physic ; and so get to them- selves the reputation of using charms, and inspire for them- selves and their dwellings great respect, not to say fear, amongst a simple folk such as the dwellers in the Vale of White Horse. Where this power, or whatever else it may be, descends upon the shoulders of a man whose ways are not straight, he becomes a nuisance to the neighbourhood; a receiver of stolen goods, giver of love-potions, and deceiver of 46 BENJY RESORTS TO A " WISE MANr silly women ; the avowed enemy of law and order, of justices of the peace, head-boroughs, and gamekeepers, — such, a man in fact as was recently caught tripping, and deservedly dealt with by the Leeds justices, for seducing a girl who had come to him to get back a faithless lover, and has been convicted of bigamy since then. Sometimes, however, they are of quite a different stamp, men who pretend to nothing, and are with difficulty persuaded to exercise their occult arts in the simplest cases. Of this latter sort was old Farmer Ives, as he was called, the "wise man" to whom Benjy resorted (taking Tom with him as usual), in the early spring of the year next after the feast described in the last chapter. Why he was called " farmer " I cannot say, unless it be that he was the owner of a cow, a pig or two, and some poultry, which he main- tained on about an acre of land enclosed from the middle of a wild common, on which probably his father had squatted before lords of manors looked as keenly after their rights as they do now. Here he had lived no one knew how long, a solitary man. It was often rumoured that he was to be turned out and his cottage pulled down, but somehow it never came to pass ; and his pigs and cow went grazing on the common, and his geese hissed at the passing children and at the heels of the horse of my lord's steward, who often rode by with a covetous eye on the enclosure, still unmolested. His dwelling was some miles from our village ; so Benjy, who was half ashamed of his errand, and wholly unable to walk there, had to exercise much ingenuity to get the means of transporting himself and Tom thither without exciting sus- picion. However, one fine May morning he managed to BENJY RESORTS TO A " WISE MAN:' 47 borrow the old blind pony of our friend the publican, and Tom persuaded Madam Brown to give him a holiday to spend with t)ld Benjy and to lend them the Squire's light cart, stored with bread and cold meat and a bottle of ale. And so the two in high glee started behind old Dobbin, and jogged along the deep-rutted plashy roads, which had not been mended after their winter's wear, towards the dwelling of the wizard. About noon they passed the gate which opened on to the large common, and old Dobbin toiled slowly up the hill, while Benjy pointed out a little deep dingle on the left, out of which welled a tiny stream. As they crept up the hill the tops of a few birch-trees came in sight, and blue smoke curling up through their delicate light boughs ; and then the little white thatched home and en- closed ground of Farmer Ives, lying cradled in the dingle, with the gay gorse common rising behind and on both sides ; while in front, after traversing a gentle slope, the eye might travel for miles and miles over the rich vale. They now left the main road and struck into a green track over the common marked lightly with wheel and horse-shoe, which led doAvn into the dingle and stopped at the rough gate of Farmer Ives. Here they found the farmer, an iron-grey old man, with a bushy eyebrow and strong aquiline nose, busied in one of his vocations. He was a horse and cow doctor, and was tending a sick beast which had been sent up to be cured. Benjy hailed him as an old friend, and he returned the greeting cordially enough, looking however hard for a moment both at Benjy and Tom, to see whether there was more in their visit than appeared at first sight. It was a work of some difficulty and danger for Benjy to reach the ground, which however he 48 FARMER IVES THE " WISE MANP managed to do without mishap ; and then he devoted himself to unharnessing Dobbin, and turning him out for a graze ("a run" one could not say of that virtuous steed) on the com- mon. This done, he extricated the cold provisions from the cart, and they entered the farmer's wicket ; and he, shutting up the knife with which he was taking maggots out of the cow's back and sides, accompanied them towards the cottage. A big old lurcher got up slowly from the door-stone, stretch- ing first one hind leg and then the other, and taking Tom's caresses and the presence of Toby, who kept however at a respectful distance, with equal indifference. "Us be cum to pay ee a visit. I've a been long minded to do't for old sake's sake, only I vinds I dwont get about now as I'd used to't. I be so plaguy bad wi' th' rumatiz in my back." Benjy paused in hopes of drawing the farmer at once on the subject of his ailments without further direct appHcation. " Ah, I see as you bean't quite so lissom as you was," replied the farmer with a grim smile, as he lifted the latch of his door; ^'we bean't so young as we was, nother on us, wuss luck." The farmer's cottage was very like those of the better class of peasantry in general. A snug chimney-corner with two seats and a small carpet on the hearth, an old flint gun and a pair of spurs over the fireplace, a dresser with shelves on which some bright pewter plates and crockeryware were arranged, an old walnut table, a few chairs and settles, some framed samplers, and an old print or two, and a bookcase with some dozen volumes on the walls, a rack with flitches of bacon, and other stores fastened to the ceiling, and you have the best part of the furniture. No sign of occult art is to be THE " WISE MAN'S'' SURROUNDINGS. 49 seen, unless the bundles of dried herbs hanging to the rack and in the ingle, and the row of labelled phials on one of the shelves, betoken it. Tom played about with some kittens who occupied the hearth, and with a goat who walked demurely in at the open door, while their host and Benjy spread the table for dinner — and was soon engaged in conflict with the cold meat, to which he did much honour. The two old men's talk was of old comrades and their deeds, mute inglorious Miltons of the Vale, and of the doings thirty years back — which didn't interest him much, except when they spoke of the making of the canal, and then indeed he began to listen with all his ears ; and learned to his no small wonder that his dear and wonderful canal had not been there always — was not in fact so old as Benjy or Farmer Ives, which caused a strange com- motion in his small brain. After dinner Benjy called attention to a wart which Tom had on the knuckles of his hand, and which the family doctor had been trying his skill on without success, and begged the farmer to charm it away. Farmer Ives looked at it, muttered something or another over it, and cut some notches in a short stick, which he handed to Benjy, giving him instructions for cutting it down on certain days, and cautioning Tom not to meddle with the wart for a fortnight. And then they strolled out and sat on a bench in the sun with their pipes, and the pigs came up and grunted sociably and let Tom scratch them ; and the farmer, seeing how he liked animals, stood up and held his arms in the air and gave a call, which brought a flock of pigeons wheeling and dashing through the birch-trees. They settled down in E 50 THE ONLY ''CURE'' EOR BENNY'S RHEUMATISM. clusters on the farmers arms and shoulders, making love to him and scrambling over one another's backs to get to his face ; and then he threw them all off, and they fluttered about close by, and lighted on him again and again when he held up his arms. All the creatures about the place were clean and fearless, quite unlike their relations elsewhere ; and Tom begged to be taught how to make all the pigs and cows and poultry in our village tame, at which the farmer only gave one of his grim chuckles. It wasn't till they were just ready to go, and old Dobbin was harnessed, that Benjy broached the subject of his rheu- matism again, detailing his symptoms one by one. Poor old boy ! He hoped the farmer could charm it away as easily as he could Tom's wart, and was ready with equal faith to put another notched stick into his other pocket, for the cure of his own ailments. The physician shook his head, but nevertheless produced a bottle and handed it to Benjy- with instructions for use. " Not as 't'U do ee much good — leastways I be afeared not," shading his eyes with his hand and looking up at them in the cart; "there's only one thing as I knows on, as'U cure old folks like you and I o' th' rhumatis." " Wot be that then, farmer 1 " inquired Benjy. " Churchyard mould," said the old iron-grey mail with another chuckle. And so they said their good-byes and went their ways home. Tom's wart was gone in a fortnight, but not so Benjy's rheumatism, which laid him by the heels more and more. And though Tom still spent many an hour with him, as he sat on a bench in the sunshine, or by the chimney corner when it was cold, he soon had to seek else- where for his regular companions. TOM'S ALLIES. Si Tom had been accustomed often to accompany his mother in her visits to the cottages, and had thereby made acquaint- ance with many of the village boys of his own age. There was Job Rudkin, son of widow Rudkin, the most bustling woman in the parish. How she could ever have had such a stolid boy as Job for a child, must always remain a mystery. The first time Tom went to their cottage with his mother, Job was not indoors, but he entered soon after, and stood with both hands in his pockets staring at Tom. Widow Rudkin, who would have had to cross Madam to get at young Hopeful— a breach of good manners of which she was wholly incapable — began a series of pantomime signs, which only puzzled him, and at last, unable to contain herself longer, burst out with, "Job! Job! where's thy cap.?" ''What! beant ee on ma' head, mother.?" replied Job, slowly extricating one hand from a pocket and feeling for the article in question ; which he found on his head sure enough, and left there, to his mother's horror and Tom's great delight. Then there was poor Jacob Dodson, the half-witted bo}-, who ambled about cheerfully, undertaking messages and little helpful odds and ends for every one, which, however, poor Jacob managed always hopelessly to* embrangle. Everything came to pieces in his hands, and nothing would stop in his head. They nicknamed him Jacob Doodle-calf But above all there was Harry Winburn, the quickest and best boy in the parish. He might be a year older than Tom, but was very little bigger, and he was the Crichton of our village boys. He could wrestle and climb and run better than all the rest, and learned all that the schoolmaster could E 2 52 TORYISM OF SQUIRE BROWN. teach him faster than that worthy at all liked. He was a boy to be proud of with his curly brown hair, keen grey eye, straight active figure, and little ears and hands and feet, — " as fine as a lord's," as Charity remarked to Tom one day, talking as usual great nonsense. Lords' hands and ears and feet are just as ugly as other folks' when they are children, as any one may convince themselves if they like to look. Tight boots and gloves, and doing nothing with them, I allow make a difference by the time they are twenty. Now that Benjy was laid on the shelf, and his young brothers were still under petticoat government, Tom, in search of companions, began to cultivate the village boys generally more and more. Squire Brown, be it said, was a true blue Tory to the backbone, and believed honestly that the powers which be were ordained of God, and that loyalty and steadfast obedience were men's first duties. Whether it were in consequence or in spite of his political creed, I do not mean to give an opinion, though I have one ; but certain it is, that he held therewith divers social principles not generally supposed to be true blue- in colour. Foremost of these, and the one which the Squire loved to propound above all others, was the belief that a man is to be valued wholly and solely for that which he is in himself, for that which stands up in the four fleshly walls of him, apart from clothes, rank, fortune, and all externals whatsoever. Which belief I take to be a wholesome corrective of all political opinions, and, if held sincerely, to make all opinions equally harmless, whether they be blue, red, or green. As a necessary corollary to this belief. Squire Brown held further that it didn't matter a straw whether his son associated TOM'S WATCH-TOWER BY THE SCHOOL. 53 with lords' sons or ploughmen's sons, provided they were brave and honest. He himself had played football and gone birds-nesting with the farmers Avhom he met at vestry and the labourers who tilled their fields, and so had his father and grandfather with their progenitors. So he encouraged Tom in his intimacy with the boys of the village, and for- warded it by all means in his power, and gave them the run of a close for a playground, and provided bats and balls and a foot-ball for their sports. Our village was blessed amongst other things with a well-endowed school. The building stood by itself, apart from the master's house, on an angle of ground where three roads met ; an old grey stone building, with a steep roof and muUioned windows. On one of the opposite angles stood Squire Brown's stables and kennel, with their backs to the road, over which towered a great elm-tree ; on the third stood the village carpenter and wheelwright's large open shop, and his house and the schoolmaster's, with long low eaves under which the swallows built by scores. The moment Tom's lessons were over, he would now get him down to this corner by the stables, and watch till the boys came out of school. He prevailed on the groom to cut notches for him in the bark of the elm, so that he could climb into the lower branches, and there he would sit watching the school-door, and speculating on the possibility of turning the elm into a dwelling-place for himself and friends after the manner of the Swiss Family Robinson. But the school hours were long and Tom's patience short, so that he soon began to descend into the street, and go and peep in at the school-door and the wheelwright's shop, and look out 54 TOM'S FOES: THE WHEELWRIGHT for something to while away the time. Now the wheelwright was a choleric man, and one fine afternoon, returning from a short absence, found Tom occupied with one of his pet adzes, the edge of which was fast vanishing under our hero's care. A speedy flight saved Tom from all but one sound cuff on the ears, but he resented this unjustifiable inter- ruption of his first essays at carpentering, and still more the further proceedings of the wheelwright, who cut a switch and hung it over the door of his workshop, threatening to use it AND THE SCHOOLMASTER. 55 upon Tom if he came within twenty yards of his gate. So Tom, to retaliate, commenced a war upon the swallows who dwelt under the wheelwright's eaves, whom he harassed with sticks and stones, and being fleeter of foot than his enemy, escaped all punishment, and kept him in perpetual anger. Moreover his presence about the school-door began to incense the master, as the boys in that neighbourhood neglected their lessons in consequence : and more than once he issued into the porch, rod in hand, just as Tom beat a hasty retreat. And he and the wheelwright, laying their heads together, resolved to acquaint the Squire with Tom's afternoon occupa- tions ; but, in order to do it with effect, determined to take him captive and lead him away to judgment fresh from his evil doings. This they would have found some difficulty in doing, had Tom continued the war single-handed, or rather single-footed, for he would have taken to the deepest part of Pebbly Brook to escape them ; but, like other active powers, he was ruined by his alliances. Poor Jacob Doodle- calf could not go to the school with the other boys, and one fine afternoon, about three o'clock (the school broke up at four), Tom found him ambling about the street, and pressed him into a visit to the school-porch. Jacob, always ready to do what he was asked, consented, and the two stole down to the school together. Tom first reconnoitred the wheel- wright's shop, and seeing no signs of activity, thought all safe in that quarter, and ordered at once an advance of all his troops upon the school-porch. The door of the school was ajar, and the boys seated on the nearest bench at once recognised and opened a correspondence with the invaders. Tom, waxing bold, kept putting his head into the school and 56 DEFEAT, CAPTURE, PEACE. making faces at the master when his back was turned. Poor Jacob, not in the least comprehending the situation, and in high glee at finding himself so near the school, which he had never been allowed to enter, suddenly, in a fit of enthusiasm, pushed by Tom, and arnbling three steps into the school, stood there, looking round him and nodding with a self- approving smile. The master, who was stooping over a boy's slate, with his back to the door, became aware of something unusual, and turned quickly round. Tom rushed at Jacob, a:nd began dragging him back by his smock-frock, and the master made at them, scattering forms and boys in his career. Even now they might have escaped, but that in the porch, barring retreat, appeared the crafty wheelwright, who had been watching all their proceedings. So they were seized, the school dismissed, and Tom and Jacob led away to Squire Brown as lawful prize, the boys following to the gate in groups, and speculating on the result. The Squire was very angry at first, but the interview, by Tom's pleading, ended in a compromise. Torp was not to go near the school till three o'clock, and only then if he had done his own lessons well, in which case he was to be the bearer of a note to the master from Squire Brown, and the master agreed in such case to release ten or twelve of the best boys an hour before the time of breaking up, to go off and play in the close. The wheelwright's adzes and swallows were to be for ever respected ; and that hero and the master withdrew to the servants' hall, to drink the Squire's health, well satisfied with their day's work. The second act of Tom's life may now be said to have begun. The war of independence had been over for some CAPTURE OF TOM AND JACOB DOODLE-CALF AT THE SCHOOL- PORCH. 1". 56. PLAY AND WORK, 57 time ; none of the women now, not even his mother's maid, dared offer to help him in dressing or washing. Between ourselves, he had often at first to run to Benjy in an un- finished state of toilet ; Charity and the rest of them seemed to take a delight in putting impossible buttons and ties in the middle of his back ; but he would have gone without nether integuments altogether, sooner than have had recourse to female valeting. He had a room to himself, and his father gave him sixpence a week pocket-money. All this he had achieved by Benjy's advice and assistance. But now he had conquered another step in Hfe, the step which all real boys so long to make ; he had got amongst his equals in age and strength, and could measure himself with other boys ; he lived with those whose pursuits and wishes and ways were the same in kind as his own. The little governess who had lately been installed in the house found her work grow wondrously easy, for Tom slaved at his lessons in order to make sure of his note to the school- master. So there were very few days in the week in which Tom and the village boys were not playing in their close by three o'clock. Prisoner's base, rounders, high-cock-a-lorum, cricket, football, he was soon initiated into the delights of them all ; and though most of the boys were older than himself, he managed to hold his own very well. He was naturally active and strong, and quick of eye and hand, and had the advantage of light shoes and well-fitting dress, so that in a short time he could run and jump and climb with any of them. They generally finished their regular games half an hour or so before tea-time, and then began trials of skill and strength in many ways. Some of them would catch the 58 RIDING AND WRESTLING. Shetland pony who was turned out in the field, and get two or three together on his back, and the little rogue, enjoying the fun, would gallop off for fifty yards and then turn round, or stop short and shoot them on to the turf, and then graze quietly on till he felt another load ; others played at peg-top or marbles, while a few of the bigger ones stood up for a bout at wrestling. Tom at first only looked on at this pastime, but it had peculiar attractions for him, and he could not long keep out of it. Elbow and collar wrestling as practised in the western counties was, next to back- swording, the way to fame for the youth of the Vale ; and all the boys knew the rules of it, and were more or less expert. But Job Rudkin and Harry Winburn were the stars, the former stiff and sturdy, with legs like small towers, the latter pliant as india-rubber and quick as lightning. Day after day they stood foot to foot, and offered first one hand and then the other, and grappled and closed and swayed and strained, till a well-aimed crook of the heel or thrust of the loin took effect, and a fair back-fall ended the matter. And Tom watched with all his eyes, and first challenged one of the less scientific, and threw him ; and so one by one wrestled his way up to the leaders. Then indeed for months he had a poor time of it ; it was not long indeed before he could manage to keep his legs against Job, for that hero was slow of offence, and gained his victories chiefly by allowing others to throw themselves against his immoveable legs and loins. But Harry Winburn was undeniably his master ; from the first clutch of hands when they stood up, down to the last trip which sent him on to his back on the turf, he felt that Harry knew more TOM AND HARRY WINBURN. 59 and could do more than he. Luckily, Harry's bright uncon- sciousness, and Tom's natural good temper, kept them from ever quarrelling; and so Tom Avorked on and on, and trod more and more nearly on Harry's heels, and at last mastered all the dodges and falls except one. This one was Harry's own particular invention and pet ; he scarcely ever used it except when hard pressed, but then out it came, and, as sure as it did, over went poor Tom. He thought about that fall at his meals, in his walks, when he lay awake in bed, in his dreams — but all to no purpose ; until Harry one day in his open way suggested to him how he thought it should be met, and in a week from that time the boys were equal, save only the slight difference of strength in Harry's favour, which some extra ten months of age gave. Tom had often afterwards reason to be thankful for that early drilling, and above all for having mastered Harry Winburn's fall. Besides their home games, on Saturdays the boys would wander all over the neighbourhood ; sometimes to the downs or up to the camp, where they cut their initials out in the springy turf, and watched the hawks soaring, and the '* peert " bird, as Harry Winburn called the grey plover, gorgeous in his wedding feathers ; and so home, racing down the Manger with many a roll among the thistles, or through Uffington-wood to watch the fox cubs playing in the green rides; sometimes to Rosy Brook to cut long whispering reeds which grew there, to make pan-pipes of; sometimes to Moor Mills, where was a piece of old forest land, with short browsed turf and tufted brambly thickets stretching under the oaks, amongst which rurpour declared that a 6o rOM'S EARLIEST PLA YMATES. raven, last of his race, still lingered ; or to the sand-hills, in vain quest of rabbits ; and birds'-nesting, in the season, any- where and everywhere. The few neighbours of the Squire's own rank every now and then would shrug their shoulders as they drove or rode by a party of boys with Tom in the middle, carrying along bulrushes or whispering reeds, or great bundles of cowslip and meadow-sweet, or young starlings or magpies, or other spoil of wood, brook, or meadow : and Lawyer Red-tape might TOM'S DEPARTURE TO SCHOOL. 6i mutter to Squire Straightback at the Board, that no good would come of the young Browns, if they were let run wild with all the dirty village boys, whom the best farmers' sons even would not play with. And the Squire might reply with a shake of his head, that his sons only mixed with their equals, and never went into the village without the governess or a footman. But, luckily. Squire Brown was full as stiff-backed as his neighbours, and so went on his own way ; and Tom and his younger brothers, as they grew up, went on playing with the village boys, without the idea of equality or inequality (except in wrestling, running, and climbing) ever entering their heads, as it doesn't till it's put there by Jack Nastys or fine ladies' maids. I don't mean to say it would be the case in all villages, but it certainly was so in this one ; the village boys were full as manly and honest, and certainly purer than those in a higher rank ; and Tom got more harm from his equals in his first fortnight at a private school, where he went when he was nine years old, than he had from his village friends from the day he left Charity's apron-strings. Great was the grief amongst the village schoolboys when Tom drove off with the Squire, one August morning, to meet the coach on his way to school. Each of them had given him some little present of the best that he had, and his small private box was full of peg-tops, white marbles (called " alley-taws " in the Vale), screws, birds'-eggs, whipcord, jews'-harps, and other miscellaneous boys' wealth. Poor Jacob Doodle-calf, in floods of tears, had pressed upon him with spluttering earnestness his lame pet hedgehog (he had always some poor broken-down beast or bird by him) ; but this Tom had been obliged to 62 TOM'S FIRST SCHOOL. refuse by the Squire's order. He had given them all a great tea under the big elm in their playground, for which Madam Brown had supplied the biggest cake ever seen in our village ; and Tom was really as sorry to leave them as they to lose him, but his sorrow was not unmixed with the pride and excitement of making a new step in life. And this feeling carried him through his first parting with his mother better than could have been expected. Their love was as fair and whole as human love can be, perfect self-sacrifice on the one side, meeting a young and true heart on the other. It is not within the scope of my book, however, to speak of family relations, or I should have much to say on the subject of English mothers, — ay, and of English fathers, and sisters, and brothers too. Neither have I room to speak of our private schools : what I have to say is about public schools, those much-abused and much-belauded institutions peculiar to England. So we must hurry through Master Tom's year at a private school as fast as we can. It was a fair average specimen, kept by a gentleman, with another gentleman as second master ; but it was little enough of the real work they did — merely coming into school when lessons were prepared and all ready to be heard. The whole discipline of the school out of lesson hours was in the hands of the two ushers, one of whom was always with the boys in their playground, in the school, at meals — in fact, at all times and everywhere, till they were fairly in bed at night. Now the theory of private schools is (or was) constant supervision out of school ; therein differing fundamentally from that of public schools. THE USHERS. ^^ It may be right or wrong ; but if right, this supervision surely ought to be the especial work of the head-master, the responsible person. The object of all schools is not to ram Latin and Greek into boys, but to make them good English boys, good future citizens ; and by far the most important part of that work must be done, or not done, out of school hours. To leave it, therefore, in the hands of inferior men, is just giving up the highest and hardest part of the work of education. Were I a private schoolmaster, I should say, let who will hear the boys their lessons, but let me live with them when they are at play and rest. The two ushers at Tom's first school were not gentlemen, and were very poorly educated, and were only driving their poor trade of usher to get such living as they could out of it. They were not bad men, but had little heart for their work, and of course were bent on making it as easy as possible. One of the methods by w^hich they endeavoured to accomplish this was by encouraging tale-bearing, which had become a frightfully common vice in the school in consequence, and had sapped all the foundations of school morality. Another was, by favouring grossly the biggest boys, who alone could have given them much trouble; whereby those young gentlemen became most abominable tyrants, oppressing the little boys in all the small mean ways which prevail in private schools. Poor little Tom was made dreadfully unhappy in his first week, by a catastrophe which happened to his first letter home. With huge labour he had, on the very evening of his arrival, managed to fill two sides of a sheet of letter-paper with assu- rances of his love for dear mamma, his happiness at school, and his resolves to do all she would wish. This missive, with 64 ''MAMMY-SICK'' AND ITS RESULTS. the help of the boy who sat at the desk next him, also a new arrival, he managed to fold successfully ; but this done, they were sadly put to it for means of sealing. Envelopes were then unknown, they had no wax, and dared not disturb the stillness of the evening school-room by getting up and going to ask the usher for some. At length Tom's friend, being of an ingenious turn of mind, suggested sealing with ink, and the letter was accordingly stuck down with a blob of ink, and duly handed by Tom, on his way to bed, to the housekeeper to be posted. It was not till four days afterwards that the good dame sent lor him, and produced the precious letter and some wax, saying, "Oh, Master Brown, I forgot to tell you before, but your letter isn't sealed." Poor Tom took the wax in silence and sealed his letter, with a huge lump rising in his throat during the process, and then ran away to a quiet corner of the playground, and burst into an agony of tears. The idea of his mother waiting day after day for the letter he had promised her at once, and perhaps thinking him forgetful of her, when he had done all in his power to make good his promise, was as bitter a grief as any which he had to undergo for many a long year. His wrath then was proportionately violent when he was aware of two boys, who stopped close by him, and one of whom, a fat gaby of a fellow, pointed at him and called him " Young mammy-sick ! " Whereupon Tom arose, and giving vent thus to his grief and shame and rage, smote his derider on the nose, and made it bleed — which sent that young worthy howling to the usher, who reported Tom for violent and unprovoked assault and battery. Hitting in the face was a felony punishable with flogging, other hitting only a misdemeanour — a distinction not altogether clear in principle. THE AMUSEMENTS. 65 Tom, however, escaped the penalty by pleading "primum tempus ; " and having written a second letter to his mother, enclosing some forget-me-nots, which he picked on their first half-holiday walk, felt quite happy again, and began to enjoy vastly a good deal of his new life. These half-holiday walks were the great events of the week. The whole fifty boys started after dinner with one of the ushers for Hazeldown, which was distant some mile or so from the school. Hazeldown measured some three miles round, and in the neighbourhood were several woods full of all manner of birds and butterflies. The usher walked slowly round the down with such boys as liked to accompany him ; the rest scattered in all directions, being only bound to appear again when the usher had completed his round, and accom- pany him home. They were forbidden, however, to go any- where except on the down and into the woods ; the village had been especially prohibited, where huge buUs'-eyes and unctuous toffee might be procured in exchange for coin of the realm. Various were the amusements to which the boys then betook themselves. At the entrance of the down there was a steep hillock, like the barrows of Tom's own downs. This mound was the weekly scene of terrific combats, at a game called by the queer name of "mud-patties." The boys who played divided into sides under different leaders, and one side occupied the mound. Then all parties having provided them- selves with many sods of turf, cut with their bread-and-cheese knives, the side which remained at the bottom proceeded to assault the mound, advancing up on all sides under cover of a heavy fire of turfs, and then struggling for victory with the F 65 THE REP ROB A TE. occupants, which was theirs as soon as they could, even for a moment, clear the summit, when they in turn became the besieged. It was a good rough dirty game, and of great use in counteracting the sneaking tendencies of the school. Then others of the boys spread over the downs, looking for the holes of humble-bees and mice, which they dug up without mercy, often (I regret to say) killing and skinning the unlucky mice, and (I do not regret to say) getting well stung by the humble-bees. Others went after butterflies and birds'-eggs in their seasons ; and Tom found on Hazeldown, for the first time, the beautiful little blue butterfly with golden spots on his wings, which he had never seen on his own downs, and dug out his first sand-martin's nest. This latter achievement re- sulted in a flogging, for the sand-martins built in a high bank close to the village, consequently out of bounds ; but one of the bolder spirits of the school, who never could be happy unless he was doing something to which risk attached, easily persuaded Tom to break bounds and visit the martin's bank. From whence it being only a step to the toffee shop, what could be more simple than to go on there and fill their pockets } or what more certain than that on their return, a distribution of treasure having been made, the usher should shortly detect the forbidden smell of buUs'-eyes, and, a search ensuing, discover the state of the breeches' pockets of Tom and his ally } This ally of Tom's was indeed a desperate hero in the sight of the boys, and feared as one who dealt in magic, or something approaching thereto. Which reputation came to him in this wise. The boys went to bed at eight, and of course consequently lay awake in the dark for an hour or TOM'S ALLY. 67 two, telling ghost stones by turns. One night when it came to his turn, and he had dried up their souls by his story, he suddenly declared that he would make a fiery hand appear on the door ; and, to the astonishment and terror of the boys in his room, a hand, or something like it, in pale light, did then and there appear. The fame of this exploit having spread to the other rooms, and being discredited there, the young necromancer declared that the same wonder would appear in all the rooms in turn, which it accordingly did ; and the whole circumstances having been privately reported to one of the ushers as usual, that functionary, after listening about at the doors of the rooms, by a sudden descent caught the performer in his night-shirt, with a box of phosphorus in his guilty hand. Lucifer-matches and all the present facilities for getting acquainted with fire were then unknown ; the very name of phosphorus had something diabolic in it to the boy-mind ; so Tom's ally, at the cost of a sound flogging, earned what many older folk covet much — the very decided fear of most of his companions. He was a remarkable boy, and by no means a bad one. Tom stuck to him till he left, arid got into many scrapes by so doing. But he was the great opponent of the tale-bearing habits of the school, and the open enemy of the ushers ; and so worthy of all support. Tom imbibed a fair amount of Latin and Greek at the school, but somehow on the whole it didn't suit him, or he it, and in the holidays he was constantly working the Squire to send him at once to a public school. Great was his joy then, when in the middle of his third half-year, in October 183- a fever broke out in the village; and the master having F 2 68 TOM LEA VES HIS FIRST SCHOOL. himself slightly sickened of it, the whole of the boys were sent off at a day's notice to their respective homes. The Squire was not quite so pleased as Master Tom to see that young gentleman's brown merry face appear at home, some two months before the proper time, for the Christmas holidays : and so, after putting on his thinking cap, he retired to his study and wrote several letters, the result of which was, that one morning at the breakfast-table, about a fortnight after Tom's return, he addressed his wife with — " My dear, I have arranged that Tom shall go to Rugby at once, for the last six weeks of this half-year, instead of wasting them, riding and loitering about home. It is very kind of the Doctor to allow it. Will you see that his things are all ready by Friday, when I shall take him up to town, and send him down the next day by himself ! " Mrs. Brown was prepared for the announcement, and merely suggested a doubt whether Tom were yet old enough to travel by himself However, finding both father and son against her on this point, she gave in like a wise woman, and proceeded to prepare Tom's kit for his launch into a public school. TOM'S DEPARTURE FOR RUGBY. 69 CHAPTER IV. "Let the steam-pot hiss till it's hot, Give me the speed of the Tantivy trot. " Coaching Song by K. E. E. Warburion, Esq. OW, sir, time to get up, if you please. Tally-ho coach for Leicester '11 be round in half-an-hour, and don't wait for nobody." So spake the Boots of the Peacock Inn, Islington, at half-past two o'clock on the morning of a day in the early part of November 183-, giving Tom at the same time a shake by the shoulder, and then putting down a candle and carrying off his shoes to clean. Tom and his father arrived in town from Berkshire the day before, and finding, on inquiry, that the Birmingham coaches which ran from the city did not pass through Rugby, but deposited their passengers at Dunchurch, a village three 70 THE PEACOCK, ISLINGTON. miles distant on the main road, where said passengers had to wait for the Oxford and Leicester coach in the evening, or to take a post-chaise — had resolved that Tom should travel down by the Tally-ho, which diverged from the main road and passed through Rugby itself. And as the Tally-ho was an early coach, they had driven out to the Peacock to be on the road. Tom had never been in London, and would have liked to have stopped at the Belle Savage, where they had been put down by the Star, just at dusk, that he might have gone roving about those endless, mysterious gas-lit streets, which, with their glare and hum and moving crowds, excited him so that he couldn't talk even. But as soon as he found that the Peacock arrangement would get him to Rugby by twelve o'clock in the day, whereas otherwise he wouldn't be there till the evening, all other plans melted away ; his one absorbing aim being to become a public school-boy as fast as possible, and six hours sooner or later seeming to him of the most alarming importance. Tom and his father had alighted at the Peacock, at about seven in the evening ; and having heard with unfeigned joy the paternal order at the bar, of steaks and oyster sauce for supper in half an hour, and seen his father seated cosily by the bright fire in the coffee-room with the paper in his hand — Tom had run out to see about him, had wondered at all the vehicles passing and repassing, and had fraternized with the boots and ostler, from whom he ascertained that the Tally-ho was a tip-top goer, ten miles an hour including stoppages, and so punctual that all the road set their clocks by her. SQUIRE BROWN'S PARTING WORDS. 71 Then being summoned to supper, he had regaled himself in one of the bright little boxes of the Peacock coffee-room, on the beef-steak and unlimited oyster-sauce, and brown stout (tasted then for the first time — a day to be marked for ever by Tom with a white stone) ; had at first attended to the excellent advice which his father was bestowing on him from over his glass of steaming brandy and water, and then begun 72 SQUIRE BROWN'S PARTING WORDS. nodding, from the united effects of the stout, the fire, and the lecture. Till the Squire observing Tom's state, and remem- bering that it was nearly nine o'clock, and that the Tally-ho left at three, sent the little fellow off to the chambermaid, with a shake of the hand (Tom having stipulated in the morning before starting, that kissing should now cease between them) and a few parting words. *'And now, Tom, my boy," said the Squire, "remember you are going, at your own earnest request, to be chucked into this great school, like a young bear, with all your troubles before you — earlier than we should have sent you perhaps. If schools are what they were in my time, you'll see a great many cruel blackguard things done, and hear a deal of foul bad talk. But never fear. You tell the truth, keep a brave and kind heart, and never listen to or say anything you wouldn't have your mother and sister hear, and you'll never feel ashamed to come home, or we to see you." The allusion to his mother made Tom feel rather chokey, and he would have liked to have hugged his father well, if it hadn't been for the recent stipulation. As it was, he only squeezed his father's hand, and looked bravely up and said, 'T'll try, father." *' I know you will, my boy. Is your money all safe.?" "Yes," said Tom, diving into one pocket to make sure. "And your keys.?" said the Squire. "All right," said Tom, diving into the other pocket. " Well then, good night. God bless you ! I'll tell Boots to call you, and be up to see you off." Tom was carried off by the chambermaid in a brown study, from which he was roused in a clean little attic, by THE SQUIRE'S MEDITATIONS. 73 that buxom person calling him a little darling, and kissing him as she left the room ; which indignity he was too much surprised to resent. And still thinking of his father's last words, and the look with which they were spoken, he knelt down and prayed that, come what might, he might never bring shame or sorrow on the dear folk at home. Indeed, the Squire's last words deserved to have their effect, for they had been the result of much anxious thought. All the way up to London he had pondered what he should say to Tom by way of parting advice ; something that the boy could keep in his head ready for use. By way of as- sisting meditation, he had even gone the length of taking out his flint and steel, and tinder, and hammering away for a quarter of an hour till he had manufactured a light for a long Trichinopoli cheroot, which he silently puffed ; to the no small wonder of Coachee, who was an old friend, and an institution on the Bath road ; and who always expected a talk on the prospects and doings, agricultural and social, of the whole county when he carried the Squire. To condense the Squire's meditation, it was somewhat as follows : " I won't tell him to read his Bible, and love and serve God ; if he don't do that for his mother's sake and teaching, he won't for mine. Shall I go into the sort of temptations he'll meet with t No, I can't do that. Never do for an old fellow to go into such things with a boy. He won't understand me. Do him more harm than good, ten B| to one. Shall I tell him to mind his work, and say he's ^^ sent to school to make himself a good scholar t Well, but • he isn't sent to school for that — at any rate, not for that mainly. I don't care a straw for Greek particles, or the 74 THE '' TALLY-HO r digamma; no more does his mother. What is he sent to school for? Well, partly because he wanted so to go. If he'll only turn out a brave, helpful, truth-telling Englishman, and a gentleman, and a Christian, that's all I want," thought the Squire ; and upon this view of the case he framed his last words of advice to Tom, which were well enough suited to his purpose. For they were Tom's first thoughts as he tumbled out of bed at the summons of Boots, and proceeded rapidly to wash and dress himself At ten minutes to three he was down in the coffee-room in his stockings, carrying his hat- box, coat, and comforter in his hand ; and there he found his father nursing a bright fire, and a cup of hot coffee and a hard biscuit on the table. " Now then, Tom, give us your things here, and drink this ; there's nothing like starting warm, old fellow." Tom addressed himself to the coffee, and prattled away while he worked himself into his shoes and his great coat, well warmed through ; a Petersham coat with velvet collar, made tight after the abominable fashion of those days. And just as he is swallowing his last mouthful, winding his com- forter round his throat, and tucking the ends into the breast of his coat, the horn sounds, Boots looks in and says, " Tally- ho, sir ; " and they hear the ring and the rattle of the four fast trotters and the town-made drag, as it dashes up to the Peacock. "Anything for us. Bob.?" says the burly guard, dropping down from behind, and slapping himself across the chest. " Young genl'm'n, Rugby ; three parcels, Leicester ; ham- per o' game, Rugby," answers Ostler. A NOVEMBER RIDE IN THE OLD DA YS. 75 " Tell young gent to look alive," says Guard, opening the hind-boot and shooting in the parcels after examining them by the lamps. " Here, shove the portmanteau up a-top — I'll fasten him presently. Now then, sir, jump up behind." ^^ Good-bye, father — my love at home." A last shake of the hand. Up goes Tom, the guard catching his hat-box and holding on with one hand, while with the other he claps the horn to his mouth. Toot, toot, toot ! the ostlers let go their heads, the four bays plunge at the collar, and away goes the Tally-ho into the darkness, forty-five seconds from the time they pulled up ; Ostler, Boots, and the Squire stand looking after them under the Peacock lamp. ''Sharp work!" says the Squire, and goes in again to his bed, the coach being well out of sight and hearing. Tom stands up on the coach and looks back at his father's figure as long as he can see it, and then the guard having disposed of his luggage comes to an anchor, and finishes his buttonings and other preparations for facing the three hours before dawn ; no joke for those who minded cold, on a fast coach in November, in the reign of his late majesty. I sometimes think that you boys of this generation are a deal tenderer fallows than we used to be. At any rate you're much more comfortable travellers, for I see every one of you with his rug or plaid, and other dodges for preserv- ing the caloric, and most of you going in those fuzzy, dusty, padded first-class carriages. It was another affair altogether, a dark ride on the top of the Tally-ho, I can tell you, in a tight Petersham coat, and your feet dangling six inches from the floor. Then you knew what cold was, and what it was to be without legs, for not a bit of feeling had you in 76 TOM 'S M EDIT A TIONS. them after the first half-hour. But it had its pleasures, the old dark ride. First there was the consciousness of silent endurance, so dear to every Englishman — of standing out against something, and not giving in. Then there was the music of the rattling harness, and the ring of the horses' feet on the hard road, and the glare of the two bright lamps through the steaming hoar-frost, over the leaders' ears, into the darkness ; and the cheery toot of the guard's horn, to warn some drowsy pikeman or the ostler at the next change; and the looking forward to daylight — and last, but not least, the delight of returning sensation in your toes. Then the break of dawn and the sunrise, where can they be ever seen in perfection but from a coach roof 1 You want motion and change and music to see them in their glory ; not the music of singing-men and singing-women, but good silent music, which sets itself in your own head, the accom- paniment of work and getting over the ground. The Tally-ho is past St. Alban's, and Tom is enjoying the ride, though half-frozen. The guard, who is alone with him on the back of the coach, is silent, but has muffled Tom's feet up in straw, and put the end of an oat-sack over his knees. The darkness has driven him inwards, and he has gone over his little past life, and thought of all his doings and promises, and of his mother and sister, and his father's last words ; and has made fifty good resolutions, and means to bear himself like a brave Brown as he is, though a young one. Then he has been forward into the mysterious boy- future, speculating as to what sort of a place Rugby is, and what they do there, and calling up all the stories of public schools which he has heard from big boys in the holidays. ''PULLING UPr 77 He is chock full of hope and life, notwithstanding the cold, and kicks his heels against the back board, and would like to sing, only he doesn't know ho\v his friend the silent guard might take it. And now the dawn breaks at the end of the fourth stage, and the coach pulls up at a little road-side inn with huge stables behind. There is a bright fire gleaming through the red curtains of the bar-window, and the door is open. The coachman catches his whip into a double thong, and throws it to the ostler ; the steam of the horses rises straight up into the air. He has put them along over the last two miles, and is two minutes before his time ; he rolls down from the box and into the inn. The guard rolls off behind. "Now, sir," says he to Tom, **you just jump down, and I'll give you a drop of something to keep the cold out." Tom finds a difficulty in jumping, or indeed in finding the top of the wheel with his feet, which may be in the next world for all he feels ; so the guard picks him off the coach- top, and sets him on his legs, and they stump off into the bar, and join the coachman and the other outside passengers. Here a fresh-looking barmaid serves them each with a glass of early purl as they stand before the fire, coachman and guard exchanging business remarks. The purl warms the cockles of Tom's heart, and makes him cough. " Rare tackle, that, sir, of a cold morning," says the coach- man, smiling ; " Time's up." They are out again and up ; coachee the last, gathering the reins into his hands and talk- ing to Jem the ostler about the mare's shoulder, and then swinging himself up on to the box — the horses dashing off in a canter before he falls into his seat. Toot-toot-tootle-too 78 BREAKFAST. goes the horn, and away they are again, five-and-thirty miles on their road (nearly half way to Rugby, thinks Tom), and the prospect of breakfast at the end of the stage. And now they begin to see, and the early life of the country-side comes out ; a market cart or two, men in smock- frocks going to their work pipe in mouth, a whiff of which is no bad smell this bright morning. The sun gets up, and the mist shines like silver gauze. They pass the hounds jog- ging along to a distant meet, at the heels of the huntsman's hack, whose face is about the colour of the tails of his old pink, as he exchanges greetings with coachman and guard. Now they pull up at a lodge, and take on board a well-muffled- up sportsman, with his gun-case and carpet-bag. An early up-coach meets them, and the coachmen gather up their horses, and pass one another with the accustomed lift of the elbow, each team doing eleven miles an hour, with a mile to spare behind if necessary. And here comes breakfast. "Twenty minutes here, gentlemen," says the coachman, as they pull up at half-past seven at the inn-door. Have we not endured nobly this morning, and is not this a worthy reward for much endurance } There is the low dark wainscoted room hung with sporting prints ; the hat-stand (with a whip or two standing up in it belonging to bagmen who are still snug in bed) by the door ; the blazing fire, with the quaint old glass over the mantelpiece, in which is stuck a large card with the list of the meets for the week of the county hounds. The table covered with the whitest of cloths and of china, and bearing a pigeon-pie, ham, round of cold boiled beef cut from a mammoth ox, and the great loaf of household bread on a wooden trencher. And here comes in ''PUTTING TO'' AGAIN. 79 the stout head waiter, puffing under a tray of hot viands ; kidneys and a steak, transparent rashers and poached eggs, buttered toast and muffins, coffee and tea, all smoking hot. The table can never hold it all ; the cold meats are removed to the sideboard, they were only put on for show and to give us an appetite. And now fall on, gentlemen all. It is a well-known sporting-house, and the breakfasts are famous. Two or three men in pink, on their way to the meet, drop in, and are very jovial and sharp-set, as indeed we all are. '* Tea or coffee, sir } " says head waiter, coming round to Tom. " Coffee, please," says Tom, with his mouth full of muffin and kidney ; coffee is a treat to him, tea is not. Our coachman, I perceive, who breakfasts with us, is a cold beef man. He also eschews hot potations, and addicts himself to a tankard of ale, which is brought him by the barmaid. Sportsman looks on approvingly, and orders a ditto for himself. Tom has eaten kidney and pigeon-pie, and imbibed coffee, till his little skin is as tight as a drum ; and then has the further pleasure of paying head waiter out of his own purse, in a dignified manner, and walks out before the inn-door to see the horses put to. This is done leisurely and in a highly- finished manner by the ostlers, as if they enjoyed the not being hurried. Coachman comes out with his way-bill and puffing a fat cigar which the sportsman has given him. Guard emerges from the tap, where he prefers breakfasting, licking round a tough-looking doubtful cheroot, which you might tie round your finger, and three whiffs of which would knock any one else out of time. 8o G UA RD DISCO URSES ON R UGB V. The pinks stand about the inn-door hghting cigars and waiting to see us start, while their hacks are led up and down the market-place on which the inn looks. They all know our sportsman, and we feel a reflected credit when we see him chatting and laughing with them. " Now, sir, please," says the coachman ; all the rest of the passengers are up ; the guard is locking up the hind boot. " A good run to you ! " says the sportsman to the pinks, and is by the coachman's side in no time. " Let 'em go, Dick ! " The ostlers fly back, drawing off the cloths from their glossy loins, and away we go through the market-place and down the High Street, looking in at the first-floor windows, and seeing several worthy burgesses shaving thereat; while all the shop-boys who are cleaning the windows, and housemaids who are doing the steps, stop and look pleased as we rattle past, as if we were a part of their legitimate morning's amusement. We clear the town, and are well out between the hedgerows again as the town clock strikes eight. The sun shines almost warmly, and breakfast has oiled all springs and loosened all tongues. Tom is encouraged by a remark or two of the guard's between the puffs of his oily cheroot, and besides is getting tired of not talking. He is too full of his destination to talk about anything else ; and so asks the guard if he knows Rugby. " Goes through it every day of my life. Twenty minutes afore twelve down — ten o'clock up." " What sort of place is it, please ? " says Tom. Guard looks at him with a comical expression. "Werry out-o'-the-way place, sir ; no paving to streets, nor no lighting. PEA-SHOOTERS. 8i 'Mazin' big horse and cattle fair in autumn — lasts a week — just over now. Takes town a week to get clean after it. Fairish hunting country. But slow place, sir, slow place : off the main road, you see — only three coaches a day, and one on 'em a two-oss wan, more like a hearse nor a coach — Regulator — comes from Oxford. Young genl'm'n at school calls her Pig and Whistle, and goes up to college by her (six miles an hour) when they goes to enter. Belong to school, sir.?" "Yes," says Tom, not unwilling for a moment that the guard should think him an old boy ; but then having some qualms as to the truth of the assertion, and seeing that if he were to assume the character of an old boy he couldn't go on asking the questions he wanted, added — "that is to say, I'm on my way there. I'm a new boy." The guard looked as if he knew this quite as well as Tom. "You're werry late, sir," says the guard; "only six weeks to-day to the end of the half" Tom assented. " We takes up fine loads this day six weeks, and Monday and Tuesday, arter. Hopes we shall have the pleasure of carrying you back." Tom said he hoped they would ; but he thought within himself that his fate would probably be the Pig and Whistle. " It pays uncommon cert'nly," continues the guard. " Werry free with their cash is the young genl'm'n. But, Lor' bless you, we gets into such rows all 'long the road, what wi' their pea-shooters, and long whips, and hollering, and upsetting every one as comes by ; I'd a sight sooner carry one or two on 'em, sir, as I may be a carryin' of you now, than a coach- load." G 82 BATTLE WITH THE PATS. ** What do they do with the pea-shooters ? " inquires Tom. " Do wi' 'em ! why, peppers every one's faces as we comes near, 'cept the young gals, and breaks windows wi' them too, some on 'em shoots so hard. Now '^twas just here last June, as we was a driving up the first-day boys, they was mendin' a quarter-mile of road, and there was a lot of Irish chaps, reg'lar roughs, a breaking stones. As we comes up, * Now, boys,' says young gent on the box (smart young fellow, and desper't reckless), * here's fun ! let the Pats have it about the ears.' * God's sake, sir!' says Bob (that's my mate the coach- man), * don't go for to shoot at 'em, they'll knock us off the coach.' ' Damme, Coachee,' says young my lord, * you ain't afraid ; hoora, boys ! let 'em have it.' ' Hoora ! ' sings out the others, and fill their mouths chock full of peas to last the whole line. Bob seeing as 'twas to come, knocks his hat over his eyes, hollers to his 'osses, and shakes 'em up, and away we goes up to the line on 'em, twenty miles an hour. The Pats begin to hoora too, thinking it was a runaway, and first lot on 'em stands grinnin' and wavin' their old hats as we comes abreast on 'em ; and then you'd ha' laughed to see how took aback and choking savage they looked, when they gets the peas a stinging all over 'em. But bless you, the laugh weren't all of our side, sir, by a long way. We was going so fast, and they was so took aback, that they didn't take what was up till we was half-way up the line. Then 'twas, 'look out all,' surely. They howls all down the line fit to frighten you, some on 'em runs arter us and tries to clamber up behind, only we hits 'em over the fingers and pulls their hands off; one as had had it very sharp act'ly runs right at the leaders, as though he'd ketch 'em b}^ the heads, only luck'ly for him THE RESULT. «3 he misses his tip, and comes over a heap o' stones first. The rest picks up stones, and gives it us right away till we gets out of shot, the young gents holding out werry manful with the pea-shooters and such stones as lodged on us, and a pretty many there was too. Then Bob picks hisself up again, and looks at young gent on box werry solemn. Bob'd had a rum un in the ribs, which'd like to ha' knocked him off the box, or made him drop the reins. Young gent on box picks hisself up, and so does we all, and looks round to count damage. Box's head cut open and his hat gone ; 'nother young gent's hat gone: mine knocked in at the side, and not one on us as wasn't black and blue somewheres or another, most on 'em all over. Two pound ten to pay for damage to paint, which they subscribed for there and then, and give Bob and me a extra half-sovereign each ; but I wouldn't go down that line again not for twenty half-sovereigns." And the guard shook his head slowly, and got up and blew a clear brisk toot-toot. ** What fun!" said Tom, who could scarcely contain his pride at this exploit of his future schoolfellows. He longed already for the end of the half that he might join them. " 'Tain't such good fun though,, sir, for the folk as meets the coach, nor for we who has to go back with it next day. Them Irishers last summer had all got stones ready for us, and was all but letting drive, and we'd got two reverend gents aboard too. We pulled up at the beginning of the line, and pacified them, and we're never going^ to carry no more pea-shooters, unless they promises not to fire where there's a line of Irish chaps a stone-breaking." The guard stopped and pulled away at his cheroot, regarding Tom benigmantly the while. G 2 84 THE OLD YEOMAN. "■ Oh, don't stop ! tell us something more about the pea- shooting." "Well, there'd like to have been a pretty piece of work over it at Bicester, a while back. We was six mile from the town, when we meets an old square-headed grey-haired yeoman chap, a jogging along quite quiet. He looks up at the coach, and just then a pea hits him on the nose, and some catches his cob behind and makes him dance up on his hind legs. I see'd the old boy's face flush and look plaguy awkward, and I thought we was in for somethin' nasty. *'He turns his cob's head, and rides quietly after us just out of shot. How that ere cob did step ! we never shook him off not a dozen yards in the six miles. At first the young gents was werry lively on him ; but afore we got in, seeing how steady the old chap come on, they was quite quiet, and laid their heads together what they should do. Some was for fighting, some for axing his pardon. He rides into the town close after us, comes up when we stops, and says the two as shot at him must come before a magistrate ; and a great crowd comes round, and we couldn't get the osses to. But the young uns they all stand by one another, and says all or none must go, and as how they'd fight it out, and have to be carried. Just as 'twas gettin' serious, and the old boy and the mob was going to pull 'em off the coach, one little fellow jumps up and says, ' Here, — I'll stay — I'm only going three miles further. My father's name's Davis, he's known about here, and I'll go before the magistrate with this gentleman.' ' What ! be thee parson Davis's son } ' says the old boy. ' Yes,' says the young un. * Well, I be mortal sorry to meet BLOW-HARD AND HIS YARNS. 85 thee in such company, but for thy father's sake and thine (for thee bi'st a brave young chap) I'll say no more about it.' Didn't the boys cheer him, and the mob cheered the young chap — and then one of the biggest gets down, and begs his pardon werry gentlemanly for all the rest, saying as they all had been plaguy vexed from the first, but didn't like to ax his pardon till then, 'cause they felt they hadn't ought to shirk the consequences of their joke. And then they all got down, and shook hands with the old boy, and asked him to all parts of the country, to their homes, and we drives off twenty minutes behind time, with cheering and hollering as if we was county members. But, Lor' bless you, sir," says the guard, smacking his hand down on his knee and looking full into Tom's face, "ten minutes arter they was all as bad as ever." Tom showed such undisguised and open-mouthed interest in his narrations, that the old guard rubbed up his memory, and launched out into a graphic history of all the perform- ances of the boys on the roads for the last twenty years. Off the road he couldn't go ; the exploit must have been connected with horses or vehicles to hang in the old fellow's head. Tom tried him off his own ground once or twice, but found he knew nothing beyond, and so let him have his head, and the rest of the road bowled easily away ; for old Blow-hard (as the boys called him) was a dry old file, with much kindness and humour, and a capital spinner of a yarn when he had broken the neck of his day's work, and got plenty of ale under his belt. What struck Tom's youthful imagination most, was the desperate and lawless character of most of the stories. Was 86 THE RUNNERS. the guard hoaxing him? He couldn't help hoping that they were true. It's very odd how almost all English boys love danger; you can get ten to join a game, or climb a tree, or swim a stream, when there's a chance of breaking their limbs or getting drowned, for one who'll stay on level ground, or in his depth, or play quoits or bowls. The guard had just finished an account of a desperate fight which had happened at one of the fairs between the drovers and the farmers with their whips, and the boys with cricket-bats and wickets, which arose out of a playful but objectionable practice of the boys going round to the public- houses and taking the linch-pins out of the Avheels of the gigs, and was moralising upon the way in which the Doctor, "a terrible stern man he'd heard tell," had come down upon several of the performers, "sending three on 'em ofT next morning, each in a po-chay with a parish constable," when they turned a corner and neared the milestone, the third from Rugby. By the stone two boys stood, their jackets buttoned tight, waiting for the coach. " Look here, sir," says the guard, after giving a sharp toot-toot, "there's two on 'em, out and out runners they be. They comes out about twice or three times a week, and spirts a mile alongside of us." And as they came up, sure enough, away went two boys along the footpath, keeping up with the horses; the first a light clean-made fellow going on springs, the other stout and round-shouldered, labouring in his pace, but going as dogged as a bull-terrier. Old Blow-hard looked on admiringly. "See how beautiful that there un holds hisself together, and goes from his hips. THE RUNNERS. 87 sir," said he ; " he's a 'mazin' fine runner. Now many coachmen as drives a first-rate team'd put it on, and try and pass 'em. But Bob, sir, bless you, he's tender-hearted ; he'd sooner pull in a bit if he see'd 'em a gettin' beat. I do b'lieve too as that there un'd sooner break his heart than let us go by him afore next milestone." At the second milestone the boys pulled up short, and waved their hats to the guard, who had his watch out and shouted "4.56," thereby indicating that the mile had been done in four seconds under the five minutes. They passed several more parties of boys, all of them objects of the deepest interest to Tom, and came in sight of the town at ten minutes before twelve. Tom fetched a long breath, and thought he had never spent a pleasanter day. Before he [-went to bed he had quite settled that it must be the greatest day he should ever spend, and didn't alter his opinion for many a long year — if he has yet 88 TOM'S ARRIVAL AT RUGBY. CHAPTER V. RUGBY AND FOOTBALL. "—Foot and eye opposed In dubious strife." Scott. ND so here's Rugby, sir, at last, and you'll be in plenty of time for dinner at the School- house, as I tell'd you," said the old guard, pulling his horn out of its case, and tootle- Im iHiiiM wmrf^ r imikiiiii ^o^'^^S away ; while the coach- ^"-^^^^"''^m^^^'^ i- ill "^^"^ shook up his horses, and *~' ^ *" carried them along the side of the school close, round Dead- man's corner, past the school gates, and down the High Street to the Spread Eagle ; the wheelers in a spanking trot, and leaders cantering, in a style which would not have disgraced *' Cherry Bob," " ramping, stamping, tearing, swearing Billy Harwood," or any other of the old coaching heroes. TOM FINDS A PA TRON. 89 Tom's heart beat quick as he passed the great school field or close, with its noble elms, in which several games at football were going on, and tried to take in at once the long ' line of grey buildings, beginning with the chapel, and ending with the School-house, the residence of the head-master, where the great flag was lazily waving from the highest round tower. And he began already to be proud of being a Rugby boy, as he passed the school-gates, with the oriel- window above, and saw the boys standing there, looking as if the town belonged to them, and nodding in a familiar ^ manner to the coachman, as if any one of them would be quite equal to getting on the box, and working the team down street as well as he. One of the young heroes, however, ran out from the rest, and scrambled up behind ; where, having righted himself, and odded to the guard, with " How do, Jem } " he turned short und to Tom, and, after looking him over for a minute, egan — " I say, you fellow, is your name Brown } " " Yes," said Tom, in considerable astonishment ; glad, owever, to have lighted on some one already who seemed o know him. " Ah, I thought so : you know my old aunt. Miss East, he lives somewhere down your way in Berkshire. She wrote o me that you were coming to-day, and asked me to give ou a lift." Tom was somewhat inclined to resent the patronising air f his new friend, a boy of just about his own height and ge, but gifted with the most transcendent coolness and ssurance, which Tom felt to be aggravating and hard to 90 ESTHETICS OF '' ROOFINGP bear, but couldn't for the life of him help admiring and envying — especially when young my lord begins hectoring two or three long loafing fellows, half porter half stableman, with a strong touch of the blackguard ; and in the end arranges with one of them, nicknamed Cooey, to carry Tom's luggage up to the School-house for sixpence. " And heark'ee, Cooey, it must be up in ten minutes, or no more jobs from me. Come along, Brown." And away swaggers the young potentate, with his hands in his pockets, and Tom at his side. " All right, sir," says Cooey, touching his hat, with a leer and a wink at his companions. " Hullo tho'," says East, pulling up, and taking another look at Tom, " this'U never do — haven't you got a hat i* — we never wear caps here. Only the louts wear caps. Bless you, if you were to go into the quadrangle with that thing on, I ^don't know what'd happen." The very idea was quite beyond young Master East, and he looked unutterable things. Tom thought his cap a very knowing affair, but confessed that he had a hat in his hat-box ; which was accordingly at once extracted from the hind boot, and Tom equipped in his go-to-meeting roof, as his new friend called it. But this didn't quite suit his fastidious taste in another minute, being too shiny ; so, as they walk up the town, they dive into Nixon's the hatter's, and Tom is arrayed, to his utter astonishment, and without paying for it, in a regulation cat-skin at seven- and-sixpence ; Nixon undertaking to send the best hat up to the matron's room. School-house, in half an hour. " You can send in a note for a tile on Monday, and make TOM'S CICERONE. 91 it all right, you know," said Mentor; "we're allowed two seven-and-sixers a half, besides what we bring from home." Tom by this time began to be conscious of his new social position and dignities, and to luxuriate in the realized ambition of being a public-school boy at last, with a vested right of spoiling two seven-and-sixers in half a year, " You see," said his friend, as they strolled up towards the school-gates, in explanation of his conduct, "a great deal depends on how a fellow cuts up at first. If he's got nothing odd about him, and answers straightforward, and holds his head up, he gets on. Now you'll do very well as to rig, all but that cap. You see I'm doing the handsome thing by you, because my father knows yours ; besides, I want to please the old lady. She gave me half-a-sov this half, and perhaps'!! double it next, if I keep in her good books." There's nothing for candour like a lower-school boy, and East was a genuine specimen — frank, hearty, and good-natured, well satisfied with himself and his position, and chock full of life and spirits, and all the Rugby prejudices and traditions which he had been able to get together, in the long course of one half year, during which he had been at the School- house. And Tom, notwithstanding his bumptiousness, felt friends with him at once, and began sucking in all his ways and prejudices, as fast as he could understand them. East was great in the character of cicerone ; he carried Tom through the great gates, where were only two or three boys. These satisfied themselves with the stock questions, — " You fellow, what's your name ? Where do you come from ? How old are you ? Where do you board ? and. What form are 92 EAST'S STUDY, you in ? " — and so they passed on through the quadrangle and a small courtyard, upon which looked down a lot of little windows (belonging, as his guide informed him, to some of the School-house studies), into the matron's room, where East introduced Tom to that dignitary ; made him give up the key of his trunk, that the matron might unpack his linen, and told the story of the hat and of his own presence of mind : upon the relation whereof the matron laughingly scolded him, for the coolest new boy in the house; and East, indignant at the accusation of newness, marched Tom off into the quadrangle, and began showing him the schools, and examining him as to his literary attainments ; the result of which was a prophecy that they would be in the same form, and could do their lessons together. " And now come in and see my study ; we shall have just time before dinner; and afterwards, before calling over, we'll do the close." Tom followed his guide through the School-house hall, which opens into the quadrangle. It is a great room thirty feet long and eighteen high, or thereabouts, with two great tables running the whole length, and two large fire-places at the side, with blazing fires in them, at one of which some dozen boys were standing and lounging, some of whom shouted to East to stop ; but he shot through with his convoy, and landed him in the long dark passages, with a large fire at the end of each, upon which the studies opened. Into one of these, in the bottom passage. East bolted with our hero, slamming and bolting the door behind them, in case of pursuit from the hall, and Tom was for the first time in a Rugby boy's citadel. AND THE FURNISHING THEREOF. 93 He hadn't been prepared for separate studies, and was not a little astonished and delighted with the palace in question. It wasn't very large certainly, being about six feet long by four broad. It couldn't be called light, as there were bars i and a grating to the window ; which little precautions were necessary in the studies on the ground-floor looking out into the close, to prevent the exit of small boys after locking-up, and the entrance of contraband articles. But it was uncom- 94 ''OUR OWN^' AND THE USE THEREOF. monly comfortable to look at, Tom thought. The space under the window at the further end was occupied by a square table covered with a reasonably clean and whole red and blue check tablecloth ; a hard-seated sofa covered with red stuff occupied one side, running up to the end, and making a seat for one, or by sitting close, for two, at the table ; and a good stout wooden chair afforded a seat to another boy, so that three could sit and work together. The walls were wainscoted half-way up, the wainscot being covered with green baize, the remainder with a bright patterned paper, on which hung three or four prints, of dogs' heads, Grimaldi winning the Aylesbury steeple-chase, Amy Robsart, the reigning Waverley beauty of the day, and Tom Crib in a posture of defence, which did no credit to the science of that hero, if truly represented. Over the door were a row of hat-pegs, and on each side bookcases with cupboards at the bottom ; shelves and cupboards being filled indiscriminately with school- books, a cup or two, a mousetrap, and candlesticks, leather straps, a fustian bag, and some curious-looking articles, which puzzled Tom not a little, until his friend explained that they were climbing irons, and showed their use. A cricket bat and small fishing-rod stood up in one corner. This was the residence of East and another boy in the same form, and had more interest for Tom than Windsor Castle, or any other residence in the British Isles. For was he not about to become the joint owner of a similar home, the first place he could call his own } One's own — what a charm there is in the words ! How long it takes boy and man to find out their worth ! how fast most of us hold on to them ! faster and more jealously, the nearer we are to TOM'S ADMIRATION OF EAST'S STUDY. 95 that general home, into which we can take nothing, but must go naked as we came into the world. When shall we learn that he who multiplieth possession multiplieth troubles, and that the one single use of things which we call our own is that they may be his who hath need of them ? "And shall I have a study like this, too?" said Tom. "Yes, of course, you'll be chummed with some fellow on Monday, and you can sit here till then." "What nice places!" "They're well enough," answered East patronisingly, "only uncommon cold at nights sometimes. Gower — that's my chum — and I make a fire with paper on the floor after supper generally, only that makes it so smoky." " But there's a big fire out in the passage," said Tom. " Precious little we get out of that tho'," said East ; "Jones the praepostor has the study at the fire end, and he has rigged up an iron rod and green baize curtains across the passage, which he draws at night, and sits there with his door open, so he gets all the fire, and hears if we come out of our studies after eight, or make a noise. However, he's taken to sitting in the fifth-form room lately, so we do get a bit of fire now sometimes ; only to keep a sharp look-out that he don't catch you behind his curtain when he comes down — that's all." A quarter past one now struck, and the bell began tolling for dinner, so they went into the hall and took their places, Tom at the very bottom of the second table, next to the praepostor (who sat at the end to keep order there), and East a few paces higher. And now Tom for the first time saw his future schoolfellows in a body. In they came, some 96 TOM 'S FIRST RUGB V DINNER. hot and ruddy from football or long v/alks, some pale and chilly from hard reading in their studies, some from loitering over the fire at the pastrycook's, dainty mortals, bringing with them pickles and sauce-bottles to help them with their dinners. And a great big-bearded man, whom Tom took for a master, began calling over the names, while the great joints were being rapidly carved on the third table in the corner by the old verger and the housekeeper. Tom's turn came last, and meanwhile he was all eyes, looking first with awe at the great man who sat close to him, and was helped first, and who read a hard-looking book all the time he was eating; and when he got up and walked off to the ' fire, at the small boys round him, some of whom were reading, and the rest talking in whispers to one another, or stealing one another's bread, or shooting pellets, or digging their forks through the tablecloth. However, notwithstanding his curiosity, he managed to make a capital dinner by the time the big man called " Stand up ! " and said grace. As soon as dinner was over, and Tom had been questioned by such of his neighbours as were curious as to his birth, parentage, education, and other like matters. East, who evidently enjoyed his new dignity of patron and Mentor, proposed having a look at the close, which Tom, athirst for knowledge, gladly assented to, and they went out through the quadrangle and past the big fives' court, into the great playground. " That's the chapel, you see," said East, " and there just behind it is the place for fights ; you see it's most out of the way of the masters, who all live on the other side and don't come by here after the first lesson or callings-over. That's WHITE TROUSERS IN NOVEMBER. 97 when the fights come off. And all this part where we are is the little side ground, right up to the trees, and on the other side of the trees is the big side ground, where the great matches are played. And there's the island in the furthest corner ; you'll know that well enough next half, when there's island fagging. I say, it's horrid cold, let's have a run across;" and away went East, Tom close behind him. East was evidently putting his best foot foremost, and Tom, who was mighty proud of his running, and not a little anxious to show his friend that although a new boy he was no milksop, laid himself down to work in his very best style. Right across the close they went, each doing all he knew, and there wasn't a yard between them when they pulled up at the island moat. " I say," said East, as soon as he got his wind, looking with much increased respect at Tom, "you ain't a bad scud, not by no means. Well, I'm as warm as toast now." " But why do you wear white trousers in November V said Tom. He had been struck by this peculiarity in the cos- tume of almost all the School-house boys. '' Why, bless us, don't you know } — No, I forgot. Why, to-day's the School-house match. Our house plays the whole of the School at football. And we all wear white trousers, to show 'em we don't care for hacks. You're in luck to come to-day. You just will see a match ; and Brooke's going to let me play in quarters. That's more than he'll do for any other lower-school boy, except James, and he's fourteen." ''Who's Brooke.?" "Why, that big fellow who called over at dinner, to be H 98 EAST DISCOURSETH ON FOOTBALL. sure. He's cock of the School, and head of the School-house side, and the best kick and charger in Rugby." " Oh, but do show me where they plav. And tell me about it. I love football so, and have played all my life. Won't Brooke let me play } " "Not he," said East, with some indignation; "why, you don't know the rules — you'll be a month learning them. And then it's no joke playing-up in a match, I can tell you. Quite another thing from your private school games. Why, there's been two • collar-bones broken this half, and a dozen fellows lamed. And last year a fellow had his leg broken." Tom listened with the profoundest respect to this chapter of accidents, and followed East across the level ground till they came to a sort of gigantic gallows of two poles eighteen feet high, fixed upright in the ground some fourteen feet apart, with a cross bar running from one to the other at the height of ten feet or thereabouts. "This is one of the goals," said East, "and you see the other, across there, right opposite, under the Doctor's wall. Well, the match is for the best of three goals ; whichever side kicks two goals wins : and it won't do, you see, just to kick the ball through these posts, it must go over the cross bar ; any height'll do, so long as it's between the posts. You'll have to stay in goal to touch the ball when it rolls behind the posts, because if the other side touch it they have a try at goal. Then we fellows in quarters, we play just about in front of goal here, and have to turn the ball and kick it back before the big fellows on the other side can follow it up. And in front of us all the big fellows play, and that's where the scrummages are mostly." THE LA WS OF FOOTBALL. 99 Tom's respect increased as he struggled to make out his friend's technicahties, and the other set to work to explain the mysteries of " off your side," '' drop-kicks," " punts," " places," and the other intricacies of the great science of football. " But how do you keep the ball between the goals ? " said he ; "I can't see why it mightn't go right down to the chapel." " Why, that's out of play," answered East. " You see this gravel-walk running down all along this side of the playing- ground, and the line of elms opposite on the other .'' Well, they're the bounds. As soon as the ball gets past them, it's in touch, and out of play. And then whoever first touches it, has to knock it straight out amongst the players-up, who make two lines with a space between them, every fellow going on his own side. Ain't there just fine scrummages then ! and the three trees you see there which come out into the play, that's a tremendous place when the ball hangs there, for you get thrown against the trees, and that's worse than any hack." Tom wondered within himself, as they strolled back again towards the fives' court, whether the matches were really such break-neck afifairs as East represented, and whether, if they were, he should ever get to like them and play-up well. He hadn't long to wonder, however, for next minute East cried out, " Hurra ! here's the punt-about, — come along and try your hand at a kick." The punt-about is the practice ball, which is just brought out and kicked about anyhow from one boy to another before callings-over and dinner, and at H 2 loo CALLING OVER. other odd times. They joined the boys who brought it out, all small School-house fellows, friends of East ; and Tom had the pleasure of trying his skill, and performed very creditably, after first driving his foot three inches into the ground, and then nearly kicking his leg into the air, in vigorous efforts to accomplish a drop-kick after the manner of East. Presently more boys and bigger came out, and boys from other houses on their way to calling-over, and more balls were sent for. The crowd thickened as three o'clock ap- proached ; and when the hour struck, one hundred and fifty boys were hard at work. Then the balls were held, the master of the week came down in cap and gown to calling-over, and the whole school of three hundred boys swept into the big school to answer to their names. " I may come in, mayn't I } " said Tom, catching East by the arm and longing to feel one of them. " Yes, come along, nobody'U say anything. You won't be so eager to get into calling-over after a month," replied his friend ; and they marched into the big school together, and up to the further end, where that illustrious form, the lower fourth, which had the honour of East's patronage for the time being, stood. The master mounted into the high desk by the door, and one of the praepostors of the week stood by him on the steps, the other three marching up and down the middle of the school with their canes, calling out " Silence, silence ! " The sixth form stood close by the door on the left, some thirty in number, mostly great big grown men, as Tom thought, surveying them from a distance with awe. The fifth form behind them, twice their number, and not quite " THEY TRUST TO OUR HONOURS loi so big. These on the left ; and on the right the lower fifth, shell, and all the junior forms in order ; while up the middle marched the three praepostors. Then the praepostor who stands by the master calls out the names, beginning with the sixth form ; and as he calls, each boy answers " here " to his name, and walks out. Some of the sixth stop at the door to turn the whole string of boys into the close ; it is a great match day, and every boy in the School, will-he, nill-he, must be there. The rest of the sixth go forwards into the close, to see that no one escapes by any of the side gates. To-day, however, being the School-house match, none of the School-house praepostors stay by the door to watch for truants of their side ; there is carte blanche to the School- house fags to go where they like: "They trust to our honour," as East proudly informs Tom ; " they know very well that no School-house boy would cut the match. If he did, we'd very soon cut him, I can tell you." The master of the week being short-sighted, and the praepostors of the week small, and not well up to their work, the lower school boys employ the ten minutes which elapse before their names are called, in pelting one another vigo- rously with acorns, which fly about in all directions. The small praepostors dash in every now and then, and generally chastise some quiet, timid boy, who is equally afraid of acorns and canes, while the principal performers get dex- terously out of the way ; and so calling-over rolls on some- how, much like the big world, punishments lighting on wrong shoulders, and matters going generally in a queer, cross- grained way, but the end coming somehow, which is after I02 MARSHALLING FOR FOOTBALL. all the great point.. And now the master of the week has finished, and locked up the big school ; and the praepostors of the week come out, sweeping the last remnant of the School fags — who had been loafing about the corners by the fives' court, in hopes of a chance of bolting — before them into the close. " Hold the punt-about ! " " To the goals ! " are the cries, and all stray balls are impounded by the authorities ; and the whole mass of boys moves up towards the two goals, dividing as they go into three bodies. That little band on the left, consisting of from fifteen to twenty boys, Tom amongst them, who are making for the goal under the School- house wall, are the School-house boys who are not to play- FOOTBALL, NOW AND THEN. 103 up, and have to stay in goal. The larger body moving to the island goal are the School boys in a like predicament. The great mass in the middle are the players-up, both sides mingled together; they are hanging their jackets, and all who mean real work, their hats, waistcoats, neck-handkerchiefs, and braces, on the railings round the small trees ; and there they go by twos and threes up to their respective grounds. There is none of the colour and tastiness of get-up, you will perceive, which lends such a life to the present game at Rugby, making the dullest and 'worst fought match a pretty sight. Now each house has its own uniform of cap and jersey, of some lively colour: but at the time we are speaking of, plush caps have not yet come in, or uniforms of any sort, except the School-house white trousers, which are abominably cold to- day : let us get to work, bare-headed and girded with our plain leather straps — but we mean business, gentlemen. And now that the two sides have fairly sundered, and each occupies its own ground, and we get a good look at them, what absurdity is this 1 You don't mean to say that those fifty or sixty boys in white trousers, many of them quite small, are going to play that huge mass opposite .'* Indeed I do, gentlemen; they're going to try at any rate, and won't make such a bad fight of it either, mark my word ; for hasn't old Brooke won the toss, with his lucky halfpenny, and got choice of goals and kick-off.^ The new ball you may see lie there quite by itself, in the middle, pointing towards the School or island goal ; in another minute it will be well on its way there. Use that minute in remarking how the School-house side is drilled. You will see, in the first place, that the sixth-form boy who has the charge of goal has spread his force (the I04 OLD BROOKE'S GENERALSHIP. goal-keepers) so as to occupy the whole space behind the goal-posts, at distances of about five yards apart ; a safe and well-kept goal is the foundation of all good play. Old Brooke is talking to the captain of quarters ; and now he moves away. See how that youngster spreads his men (the light brigade) carefully over the ground, half-way between their own goal and the body of their own players-up (the heavy brigade). These again play in several bodies; there is young Brooke and the bull-dogs — mark them well — they are the "fighting brigade," the "die-hards," larking about at leap-frog to keep themselves warm, and playing tricks on one Another. And on each side of old Brooke, who is now standing in the middle of the ground and just going to kick-off, you see a separate wing of players-up, each with a boy of acknowledged prowess to look to — here Warner, and there Hedge ; but over all is old Brooke, absolute as he of Russia, but wisely and bravely ruling over willing and worshipping subjects, a true football king. His face is earnest and careful as he glances a last time over his array, but full of pluck and hope, the sort of look I hope to see in my general when I go out to fight. The School side is not organized in the same way. The goal-keepers are all in lumps, any-how and no-how ; you can't distinguish between the players-up and the boys in quarters, and there is divided leadership ; but with such odds in strength and weight it must take more than that to hinder them from winning ; and so their leaders seem to think, for they let the players-up manage themselves. But now look, there is a slight move forward of the School- house wings ; a shout of " Are you ready } " and loud affirma- tive reply. Old Brooke takes half-a-dozen quick steps, and A SCRUMMAGE. 105 away goes the ball spinning towards the School goal ; seventy yards before it touches ground, and at no point above twelve or fifteen feet high, a model kick-off; and the School-house cheer and rush on ; the ball is returned, and they meet it and drive it back amongst the masses of the School already in motion. Then the two sides close, and you can see nothing for minutes but a swaying crowd of boys, at one point violently agitated. That is where the ball is, and there are the keen players to be met, and the glory and the hard knocks to be got : you hear the 'dull thud thud of the ball, and the shouts o{ " Off your side," " Down with him," " Put him over," " Bravo." This is what we call " a scrummage," gentlemen, and the first scrummage in a School-house match was no joke in the consulship of Plancus. But see ! it has broken ; the ball is driven out on the , School-house side, and a rush of the School carries it past the School-house players-up. " Look out in quarters," Brooke's and twenty other voices ring out. No need to call though : the School-house captain of quarters has caught it on the bound, dodges the foremost School boys who are heading the rush, and sends it back with a good drop-kick well into the enemy's country. And then follows rush upon rush, and scrummage upon scrummage, the ball now driven through into the School- house quarters, and now into the School goal ; for the School- house have not lost the advantage which the kick-off and a slight wind gave them at the outset, and are slightly " penning " their adversaries. You say, you don't see much in it all ; nothing but a struggling mass of boys, and a leather ball, which seems to excite them all to great fury, as a red rag does a bull. My dear sir, a battle would look much the same io6 HOW TO GO IN, to you, except that the boys would be men, and the balls iron ; but a battle would be worth your looking at for all that, and so is a football match. You can't be expected to appreciate the delicate strokes of play, the turns by which a game is lost and won, — it takes an old player to do that, but the broad philosophy of football you can understand if you will. Come along with me a little nearer, and let us consider it together. The ball has just fallen again where the two sides are thickest, and they close rapidly around it in a scrummage ; it must be driven through now by force or skill, till it flies out on one side or the other. Look how differently the boys face it ! Here come two of the bull-dogs, bursting through the outsiders ; in they go, straight to the heart of the scrum- mage, bent on driving that ball out on the opposite side. That is what they mean to do. My sons, my sons ! you are too hot ; you have gone past the ball, and must struggle now right through the scrummage, and get round and back again to your own side, before you can be of any further use. Here comes young Brooke; he goes in as straight as you, but keeps his head, and backs and bends, holding himself still behind the ball, and driving it furiously when he gets the chance. Take a leaf out of ' his book, you young chargers. Here come Speedicut, and Flashman the School-house bully, with shouts and great action. Won't you two come up to young Brooke, after locking-up, by the School-house fire, with " Old fellow, wasn't that just a splendid scrummage by the three trees!" But he knows you, and so do we. You don't really want to drive that ball through that scrummage, chancing all hurt for the glory of the School-house — but to THE FIRST CHECK. 107 make us think that's what you want — a vastly different thing ; and fellows of your kidney will never go through more than the skirts of a scrummage, where it's all push and no kicking. We respect boys who keep out of it, and don't sham going in ; but you — we had rather not say what we think of you. Then the boys who are bending and watching on the outside, mark them — they are most useful players, the dodgers ; who seize on the ball the moment it rolls out from amongst the chargers, and away with it across to the opposite goal ; they seldom go into the scrummage, but must have more coolness than the chargers : as endless as are boys' characters, so are their ways of facing or not facing a scrummage at football. Three-quarters of an hour are gone ; first winds are failing, and weight and numbers beginning to tell. Yard by yard the School-house have been driven back, contesting every inch of ground. The bull-dogs are the colour of mother earth from shoulder to ankle, except young Brooke, who has a marvellous knack of keeping his legs. The School-house are being penned in their turn, and now the ball is behind their goal, under the Doctor's wall. The Doctor and some of his family are there looking on, and seem as anxious as any boy for the success of the School-house. We get a minute's breathing time before old Brooke kicks out, and he gives the word to play strongly for touch, by the three trees. Away goes the ball, and the bull-dogs after it, and in another minute there is shout of "In touch," "Our ball." Now's your time, old Brooke, while your men are still fresh. He stands with the ball in his hand, while the two sides form in deep lines opposite one another: he must strike it straight out between io8 YOUNG BROOKE'S RUSH. them. The Hnes are thickest close to him, but young Brooke and two or three of his men are shifting up further, where the opposite line is weak. Old Brooke strikes it out straight and strong, and it falls opposite his brother. Hurra ! that rush has taken it right through the School line, and away past the three trees, far into their quarters, and young Brooke and the bull-dogs are close upon it. The School leaders rush back, shouting ** Look out in goal," and strain every nerve to catch him, but they are after the fleetest foot in Rugby. There they go straight for the School goal-posts, quarters scattering before them. One after another the bull- dogs go down, but young Brooke holds on. *' He is down." No ! a long stagger, but the danger is past ; that was the shock of Crew, the most dangerous of dodgers. And now he is close to the School goal, the ball not three yards before him. There is a hurried rush of the School fags to the spot, but no one throws himself on the ball, the only chance, and young Brooke has touched it right under the School goal-posts. The School leaders come up furious, and administer toco to the wretched fags nearest at hand ; they may well be angry, for it is all Lombard-street to a china orange that the School-house kick a goal with the ball touched in such a good place. Old Brooke of course will kick it out, but who shall catch and place it? Call Crab Jones, Here he comes, sauntering along with a straw in his mouth, the queerest, coolest fish in Rugby : if he were tumbled into the moon this minute, he would just pick himself up without taking his hands out of his pockets or turning a hair. But it is a moment when the boldest charger's heart beats quick. Old Brooke stands with the ball under his arm motioning the A GOAL! 109 School back ; he will not kick-out till they are all in goal, behind the posts; they are all edging forwards, inch by inch, to get nearer for the rush at Crab Jones, who stands there in front of old Brooke to catch the ball. If they can reach and destroy him before he catches, the danger is over ; and with one and the same rush they will carry it right away to the School-house goal. Fond hope ! it is kicked out and caught beautifully. Crab strikes his heel into the ground, to mark the spot where the ball was caught, beyond which the School line may not advance ; but there they stand, five deep, ready to rush the moment the ball touches the ground. Take plenty of room ! don't give the rush a chance of reaching you ! place it true and steady ! Trust Crab Jones — he has made a small hole with his heel for the ball to lie on, by which he is resting on one knee, with his eye on old Brooke. " Now ! " Crab places the ball at the word, old Brooke kicks, and it rises slowly and truly as the School Wk, rush forward. Then a moment's pause, while both sides look up at the spinning ball. There it flies, straight between the two posts, some five feet above the cross-bar, an unquestioned goal ; and a shout of real genuine joy rings out from the School- house players-up, and a faint echo of it comes over the close from the goal-keepers under the Doctor's wall. A goal in the first hour — such a thing hasn't been done in the School- house match these five years. " Over ! " is the cry : the two sides change goals, and the School-house goal-keepers come threading their way across through the masses of the School ; the most openly triumphant of them, amongst whom is Tom, a School-house boy of 1 1 o GRIFFITH'S BA SKE T. two hours' standing, getting their ears boxed in the transit. Tom indeed is excited beyond measure, and it is all the sixth- form boy, kindest and safest of goal-keepers, has been able to do, to keep him from rushing out whenever the ball has been near their goal. So he holds him by his side, and instructs him in the science of touching. At this moment Griffith, the itinerant vendor of oranges from Hill Morton, enters the close with his heavy baskets ; there is a rush of small boys upon the little pale-faced man, the two sides mingling together, subdued by the great Goddess Thirst, like the English and French by the streams in the Pyrenees. The leaders are past oranges and apples, but some of them visit their coats, and apply innocent-looking ginger-beer bottles to their mouths. It is no ginger-beer though, I fear, and will do you no good. One short mad rush, and then a stitch in the side, and no more honest play ; that's what comes of those bottles. But now Griffith's baskets are empty, the ball is placed again midway, and the School are going to kick offi Their leaders have sent their lumber into goal, and rated the rest soundly, and one hundred and twenty picked players-up are there, bent on retrieving the game. They are to keep the ball in front of the School-house goal, and then to drive it in by sheer strength and weight. They mean heavy play and no mistake, and so old Brooke sees ; and places Crab Jones in quarters just before the goal, with four or five picked players, who are to keep the ball away to the sides, where a try at goal, if obtained, will be less dangerous than in front. He himself, and Warner and Hedge, who have saved themselves till now, will lead the charges. EASTS CHARGE. in "Are you ready?" "Yes." And away comes the ball kicked high in the air, to give the School time to rush on and catch it as it falls. And here they are amongst us. Meet them like Englishmen, you School-house boys, and charge them home. Now is the time to show what mettle is in you — and there shall be a warm seat by the hall fire, and honour, and lots of bottled beer to-night, for him who does his duty in the . next half-hour. And they are well met. Again and again the cloud of their players-up gathers before our goal, and comes threatening on, and Warner or Hedge, with young Brooke and the relics of the bull-dogs, break through and carry the ball back : and old Brooke ranges the field like Job's war-horse; the thickest scrummage parts asunder before his rush, like the waves before a clipper's bows ; his cheery voice rings over the field, and his eye is everywhere. And if these miss the ball, and it rolls dangerously in front of our goal, Crab Jones and his men have seized it and sent it away towards the sides with the unerring drop-kick. This is worth living for; the whole sum of school-boy existence gathered up into one straining, struggling half-hour, a half- hour worth a year of common life. The quarter to five has struck, and the play slackens for a minute before goal ; but there is Crew, the artful dodger, driving the ball in behind our goal, on the island side, where our quarters are weakest. Is there no one to meet him .' Yes ! look at little East ! the ball is just at equal distances between the two, and they rush together, the young man of seventeen and the boy of twelve, and kick it at the same moment. Crew passes on without a stagger; East is hurled forward by the shock, and plunges on his shoulder, as if he 112 777^ LAST RUSH. would bury himself In the ground ; but the ball rises straight into the air, and falls behind Crew's back, while the " bravos " of the School-house attest the pluckiest charge of all that hard-fought day. Warner picks East up lame and half stunned, and he hobbles back into goal, conscious of having played the man. And now the last minutes are come, and the School gather for their last rush every boy of the hundred and twenty who has a run left in him. Reckless of the defence of their own goal, on they come across the level big-side ground, the ball well down amongst them, straight for our goal, like the column of the Old Guard up the slope at Waterloo. All former charges have been child's play to this. Warner and Hedge have met them, but still on they come. The bull- dogs rush in for the last time; they are hurled over or carried back, striving hand, foot, and eyelids. Old Brooke comes sweeping round the skirts of the play, and, turning short round, picks out the very heart of the scrummage, and plunges in. It wavers for a moment — he has the ball ! No, it has passed him, and his voice rings out clear over the advancing tide, "Look out in goal." Crab Jones catches it for a moment; but before he can kick, the rush is upon him and passes over him ; and he picks himself up behind them with his straw in his mouth, a little dirtier, but as cool as ever. The ball rolls slowly in behind the School-house goal not three yards in front of a dozen of the biggest School players-up. There stand the School-house praepostor, safest of goal- keepers, and Tom Brown by his side, who has learned his trade by this time. Now is your time, Tom. The blood of I lOM S FIRST EXPLOIT AT FOOTUALL TOM'S FIRST EXPLOIT. 113 all the Browns is up, and the two rush in together, and throw themselves on the ball, under the very feet of the advancing column ; the praepostor on his hands and knees arching his back, and Tom all along on his face. Over them topple the leaders of the rush, shooting over the back of the praepostor, but falling flat on Tom, and knocking all the wind out of his small carcase. " Our ball," says the praepostor, rising with his prize, '' but get up there, there's a little fellow under you." They are hauled and roll off him, and Tom is discovered a motionless body. Old Brooke picks him up. " Stand back, give him air," he says ; and then feeling his limbs, adds, " No bones broken. How do you feel, young un } " " Hah-hah," gasps Tom as his wind comes back, " pretty well, thank you — all right." "Who is he.-* "says Brooke. ** Oh, it's Brown, he's a new boy ; I know him," says East, coming up. " Well, he is a plucky youngster, and will make a player," says Brooke. And five o'clock strikes. " No side " is called, and the first day of the School-house match is over. 114 OLD BROOKES PRAISE. CHAPTER VI. AFTER THE MATCH. —I- Some food we had." — Shakspere. >)9 TTOTOf ahw. — Theocr. Id. S the boys scattered away from the ground, and East leaning on Tom's arm and limping along, was begin- ning to consider what luxury they should go and buy for tea to celebrate that glorious victory, the two Brookes came striding by. Old Brooke caught sight of East, and stopped ; put his hand kindly on his shoulder and said, " Bravo, youngster, you ^c^;^^^ played famously ; not much the matter, I hope t " '' No, nothing at all," said East, " only a little twist from that charge." '' Well, mind and get all right for next Saturday ; " and the leader passed on, leaving East better for those few words than all the opodeldoc in England would have made him. CELEBRATING THE VICTORY. 115 and Tom ready to give one of his ears for as much notice. Ah ! light words of those whom we love and honour, what a power ye are, and how carelessly wielded by those who can use you ! Surely for these things also God will ask an account. "Tea's directly after locking-up, you see," said East, hobbling along as fast as he could, " so you come along down to Sally Harrowell's ; that's our School-house tuck shop — she bakes such stunning murphies, we'll have a penn'orth each for tea ; come along, or they'll all be gone." Tom's new purse and money burnt in his pocket ; he wondered, as they toddled through the quadrangle and along the street, whether East would be insulted if he suggested further extravagance, as he had not sufficient faith in a penny- worth of potatoes. At last he blurted out, — " I say, East, can't we get something else besides pota- toes .'' I've got lots of money, you know." " Bless us, yes, I forgot," said East, " you've only just come. You see all my tin's been gone this twelve weeks : it hardly ever lasts beyond the first fortnight ; and our allow- ances were all stopped this morning for broken windows, so I havn't got a penny. I've got a tick at Sally's, of course ; but then I hate running it high, you see, towards the end of the half, 'cause one has to shell out for it all directly one comes back, and that's a bore." Tom didn't understand much of this talk, but seized on the fact that East had no money, and was denying himself some little pet luxury in consequence. " Well, what shall I buy } " said he ; " I'm uncommon hungry." " I say," said East, stopping to look at him and rest his I 2 ii6 HARROWELVS. leg, "you're a trump, Brown. I'll do the same by you next half. Let's have a pound of sausages, then ; that's the best grub for tea I know of" "Very well," said Tom, as pleased as possible; "where do they sell them ? " "Oh, over here, just opposite;" and they crossed the street and walked into the cleanest little front room of a small house, half parlour, half shop, and bought a pound of most particular sausages ; East talking pleasantly to Mrs, Porter while she put them in paper, and Tom doing the paying part. From Porter's they adjourned to Sally Harro well's, where they found a lot of School-house boys waiting for the roast potatoes, and relating their own exploits in the day's match at the top of their voices. The street opened at once into Sally's kitchen, a low brick-floored room, with large recess for fire, and chimney-corner seats. Poor little Sally, the most good-natured and much enduring of womankind, was bustling about with a napkin in her hand, from her own oven to those of the neighbours' cottages, up the yard at the back of the house. Stumps, her husband, a short easy-going shoe- maker, with a beery humorous eye and ponderous calves, who lived mostly on his wife's earnings, stood in a corner of the room, exchanging shots of the roughest description of repar- tee with every boy in turn. " Stumps, you lout, you've had too much beer again to-day." "'Twasn't of your paying for, then." — " Stumps's calves are running down into his ankles ; they want to get to grass." " Better be doing that, than gone altogether like yours," &c. &c. Very poor stuff it was, but it served to make time pass ; and every now and then TEA AND ITS LUXURIES. 117 Sally arrived in the middle with a smoking tin of potatoes, which was cleared off in a few seconds, each boy as he seized his lot running off to the house with " Put me down two-penn'orth, Sally ; " " Put down three-penn'orth between me and Davis," &c. How she ever kept the accounts so straight as she did, in her head and on her slate, was a perfect wonder. East and Tom got served at last, and started back for the School-house just as the locking-up bell began to ring ; East on the way recounting the life and adventures of Stumps, who was a character. Amongst his other small avocations, he was the hind carrier of a sedan-chair, the last of its race, in which the Rugby ladies still went out to tea, and in which, when he was fairly harnessed and carrying a load, it was the delight of small and mischievous boys to follow him and whip his calves. This was too much for the temper even of Stumps, and he would pursue his tormentors in a vindictive and apoplectic manner when released, but was easily pacified by twopence to buy beer with. The lower schoolboys of the School-house, some fifteen in number, had tea in the lower-fifth school, and were pre- sided over by the old verger or head-porter. Each boy had a quarter of a loaf of bread and pat of butter, and as much tea as he pleased ; and there was scarcely one who didn't add to this some further luxury, such as baked potatoes, a herring, sprats, or something of the sort ; but few, at this period of the half-year, could live up to a pound of Porter's sausages, and East was in great magnificence upon the strength of theirs. He had produced a toasting-fork from his study, and set Tom to toast the sausages, while he mounted guard ii8 SINGING. over their butter and potatoes ; " 'cause," as he explained, "you're a new boy, and they'll play you some trick and get our butter, but you can toast just as well as I." So Tom, in the midst of three or four more urchins similarly em- ployed, toasted his face and the sausages at the same time before the huge fire, till the latter cracked ; when East from his watch-tower shouted that they were done, and then the feast proceeded, and the festive cups of tea were filled and emptied, and Tom imparted of the sausages in small bits to many neighbours, and thought he had never tasted such good potatoes or seen such jolly boys. They on their parts waived all ceremony, and pegged away at the sausages and potatoes, and, remembering Tom's performance in goal, voted East's new crony a brick. After tea, and while the things were being cleared away, they gathered round the fire, and the talk on the match still went on ; and those who had them to show, pulled up their trousers and showed the hacks they had received in the good cause. They were soon however all turned out of the school, and East conducted Tom up to his bedroom, that he might get on clean things and wash himself before singing. " What's singing .? " said Tom, taking his head . out of his basin, where he had been plunging it in cold water. "Well, you are jolly green," answered his friend from a neighbouring basin. "Why, the last six Saturdays of every half, we sing of course : and this is the first of them. No first lesson to do, you know, and lie in bed to-morrow morning." " But who sings "^ " " Why, everybody, of course ; you'll see soon enough. We begin directly after supper, and sing till bed-time. It ain't TOM'S PERFORMANCES. 119 such good fun now tho' as in the summer half, 'cause then we sing in the Httle fives' court, under the library, you know. We take out tables, and the big boys sit round, and drink beer ; double allowance on Saturday nights ; and we cut about the quadrangle between the songs, and it looks like a lot of robbers in a cave. And the louts come and pound at the great gates, and we pound back again, and shout at them. But this half we only sing in the hall. Come along down to my study." Their principal employment in the study was to clear out East's table, removing the drawers and ornaments and table- cloth : for he lived in the bottom passage, and his table was in requisition for the singing. Supper came in due course at seven o'clock, consisting of bread and cheese and beer, which was all saved for the singing ; and directly afterwards the fags went to work to prepare the hall. The School-house hall, as has been said, is a great long high room, with .two large fires on one side, and two large iron-bound tables, one running down the middle, and the other along the wall opposite the fire-places. Around the upper fire the fags placed the tables in the form of a horse-shoe, and upon them the jugs with the Saturday night's allowance of beer. Then the big boys used to drop in and take their seats, bringing with them bottled beer and song- books ; for although they all knew the songs by heart, it was the thing to have an old manuscript book descended from some departed hero, in which they were all carefully written out. The sixth-form boys had not yet appeared : so to fill up the gap, an interesting and time-honoured ceremony was I20 BROOKE'S HONOURS. gone through. Each new boy was placed on the table in turn, and made to sing a solo, under the penalty of drinking a large mug of salt and water if he resisted or broke down. However, the new boys all sing like nightingales to-night, and the salt water is not in requisition ; Tom, as his part, performing the old west-country song of "The Leather Bottel" with considerable applause. And at the half-hour down come the sixth and fifth form boys, and take their places at the tables, which are filled up by the next biggest boys ; the rest, for whom there is no room at the table, standing round outside. The glasses and mugs are filled, and then the fugle-man strikes up the old sea-song — ** A wet sheet and a flowing sea, And a wind that follows fast," &c. which is the invariable first song in the School-house, and all the seventy voices join in, not mindful of harmony, but bent on noise, which they attain decidedly, but the general effect isn't bad. And then follow the " British Grenadiers," " Billy Taylor," " The Siege of Seringapatam," " Three Jolly Post- boys," and other vociferous songs in rapid succession, inclu- ding the " Chesapeake and Shannon," a song lately introduced in honour of old Brooke : and when they come to the words — " Brave Broke he waved his sword, crying, Now, my lads, aboard, And we'll stop their playing Yandee-doodle-dandy oh ! "• you expect the roof to come down. The sixth and fifth know that " brave Broke " of the Shannon was no sort of relation to our old Brooke. The fourth form are uncertain in their belief, but for the most part hold that old Brooke was . AND HOW HE BORE THEM. 121 a midshipman then on board his uncle's ship. And the lower school never doubt for a moment that it was our old Brooke who led the boarders, in what capacity they care not a straw. During the pauses the bottled-beer corks fly rapidly, and the talk is fast and merry, and the big boys, at least all of them who have a fellow-feeling for dry throats, hand their mugs over their shoulders to be emptied by the small ones who stand round behind. Then Warner, the head of the house, gets up and wants to speak, but he can't, for every boy knows what's coming ; and the big boys who sit at the tables pound them and cheer ; and the small boys who stand behind pound one another, and cheer, and rush about the hall cheering. Then silence being made, Warner reminds them of the old School- house custom of drinking the healths, on the first night of singing, of those who are going to leave at the end of the half " He sees that they know what he is going to say already— (loud cheers) — and so won't keep them, but only ask them to treat the toast as it deserves. It is the head of the eleven, the head of big-side football, their leader on this glorious day — Pater Brooke ! " And away goes the pounding and cheering again, becoming deafening when old Brooke gets on his legs: till, a table having broken down, and a gallon or so of beer been upset, and all throats getting dry, silence ensues, and the hero speaks, leaning his hands on the table, and bending a little forwards. No action, no tricks of oratory; plain, strong, and straight, like his play. " Gentlemen of the School-house ! I am very proud of the way in which you have received my name, and I wish T 122 BROOKE DISCOURSETH could say all I should like in return. But I know I shan't. However, I'll do the best I can to say what seems to me ought to be said by a fellow who's just going to leave, and who has spent a good slice of his life here. Eight years it is, and eight such years as I can never hope to have again. So now I hope you'll all listen to me— (loud cheers of 'that we will') — for I'm going to talk seriously. You're bound to listen to me, for what's the use of calling me * pater,' and all that, if you don't mind what I say .^ And I'm going to talk seriously, because I feel so. It's a jolly time, too, get- ting to the end of the half, and a goal kicked by us first day — (tremendous applause) — after one of the hardest and fiercest day's play I can remember in eight years — (frantic shoutings). The School played splendidly, too, I will say, and kept it up to the last. That last charge of theirs would have carried away a house. I never thought to see anything again of old Crab there, except little pieces, when I saw him tumbled over by it — (laughter and shouting, and great slapping on the back of Jones by the boys nearest him). Well, but we beat 'em — (cheers). Ay, but why did we beat 'em.!* answer me that — (shouts of 'your play'). Non- sense ! 'Twasn't the wind and kick-off either — that wouldn't do it. 'Twasn't because we've half-a-dozen of the best players in the school, as we have. I wouldn't change Warner, and Hedge, and Crab, and the young un, for any six on their side — (violent cheers). But half-a-dozen fellows can't keep it up for two hours against two hundred. Why is it, then } I'll tell you what I think. It's because we've more reliance on one another, more of a house feeling, more fellowship than the School can have. Each of us knows and can depend on ON UNION, AND AGAINST BULLYING. 123 his next hand man better — that's why we beat 'em to-day. We've union, they've division — there's the secret — (cheers). But how's this to be kept up } How's it to be improved .^ That's the question. For I take it, we're all in earnest about beating the School, whatever else we care about. I know I'd sooner win two School-house matches running than get the Balliol scholarship any day — (frantic cheers). " Now, I'm as proud of the house as any one. I believe it's the best house in the school, out-and-out — (cheers). But it's a long way from what I want to see it. First, there's a deal of bullying going on. I know it well. I don't pry about and interfere ; that only makes *it more underhand, and encourages the small boys to come to us with their fingers in their eyes telling tales, and so we should be worse off than ever. It's very little kindness for the sixth to meddle generally — you youngsters, mind that. You'll be all the better football players for learning to stand it, and to take your own parts, and fight it through. But depend on it, there's nothing breaks up a house like bullying. Bullies are cowards, and one coward makes many ; so good-bye to the School- house match if bullying gets ahead here. (Loud applause t: from the small boys, who look meaningly at Flashman and other boys at the tables.) Then there's fuddling about in the public-house, and drinking bad spirits, and punch, and such rot-gut stuff. That won't make good drop-kicks or chargers of you, take my word for it. You get plenty of good beer here, and that'» enough for you ; and drinking isn't fine or manly, whatever some of you may think of it. " One other thing I must have a word about. A lot of you think and say, for I've heard you, ' There's this new 124 BROOKE STANDETH UP FOR ''THE DOCTOR." Doctor hasn't been here so long as some of us, and he's changing all the old customs. Rugby, and the School-house especially, are going to the dogs. Stand up for the good old ways, and down with the Doctor ! ' Now I'm as fond of old Rugby customs and ways as any of you, and I've been here longer than any of you, and I'll give you a word of advice in time, for I shouldn't like to see any of you getting sacked. ' Down with the Doctor's ' easier said than done. You'll find him pretty tight on his perch, I take it, and an awkwardish customer to handle in that line. Besides now, what customs has he put down } There was the good old custom of taking the linchpins out of the farmers' and bagmen's gigs at the fairs, and a cowardly blackguard custom it was. We all know what came of it, and no wonder the Doctor objected to it. But, come now, any of you, name a custom that he has put down." "The hounds," calls out a fixfth-form boy, clad in a green cutaway with brass buttons and cord trousers, the leader of the sporting interest, and reputed a great rider and keen hand generally. " Well, we had six or seven mangey harriers and beagles belonging to the house, I'll allow, and had had them for years, and that the Doctor put them down. But what good ever came of them .? Only rows with all the keepers for ten miles round ; and big-side Hare and Hounds is better fun ten times over. What else .-* " No answer. " Well, I won't go on. Think it over for yourselves : you'll find, I believe, that he don't meddle with any one that's worth keeping. And mind now, I say again, look out OLD BROOKE'S TOAST. 125 for squalls, if you will go your own way, and that way ain't the Doctor's, for it'll lead to grief You all know that I'm not the fellow to back a master through thick and thin. If I saw him stopping football, or cricket, or bathing, or spar- ring, I'd be as ready as any fellow to stand up about it. But he don't — he encourages them ; didn't you see him out to-day for half-an-hour watching us ? — (loud cheers for the Doctor) — and he's a strong true man, and a wise one too, and a public-school man too." (Cheers.) " And so let's stick to him, and talk no more rot, and drink his health as the head of the house. (Loud cheers.) And now I've done blowing up, and very glad I am to have done. But it's a solemn thing to be thinking of leaving a place which one has lived in and loved for eight years ; and if one can say a word for the good of the old house at such a time, why, it should be said, whether bitter or sweet. If I hadn't been proud of the house and you — ay, no one knows how proud — I shouldn't be blowing you up. And now let's get to singing. I But before I sit down I must give you a toast to be drunk with three-times-three and all the honours. It's a toast which I hope every one of us, wherever he may go hereafter, will never fail to drink when he thinks of the brave bright days of his boyhood. It's a toast which should bind us all together, and to those who've gone before, and who'll come after us here. It is the dear old School-house — the best house of the best school in England !" My dear boys, old and young, you who have belonged, or do belong, to other schools and other houses, don't begin throwing my poor little book about the room, and abusing me and it, and vowing you'll read no more when you get to 126 SCHOOL IDOLATRIES. this point. I allow you've provocation for it. But, come now — would you, any of you, give a fig for a fellow who didn't believe in, and stand up for, his own house and his own school ? You know you wouldn't. Then don't object to me cracking up the old School-house, Rugby. Haven't I a right to do it, when I'm taking all the trouble of writing this true history for all of your benefits } If you ain't satisfied, go and write the history of your own houses in your own times, and say all you know for your own schools and houses, provided it's true, and I'll read it without abusing you. The last few words hit the audience in their weakest place ; they had been not altogether enthusiastic at several parts of old Brooke's speech ; but " the best house of the best school in England " was too much for them all, and carried even the sporting and drinking interests off their legs into rapturous applause, and (it is to be hoped) resolutions to lead a new life and remember old Brooke's words ; which however they didn't altogether do, as will appear hereafter. But it required all old Brooke's popularity to carry down parts of his speech ; especially that relating to the Doctor. For there are no such bigoted holders by established forms and customs, be they never so foolish or meaningless, as English schoolboys, at least as the schoolboy of our gene- ration. We magnified into heroes every boy who had left, and looked upon him with awe and reverence, when he revisited the place a year or so afterwards, on his way to or from Oxford or Cambridge ; and happy was the boy who remembered him, and sure of an audience as he expounded what he used to do and say, though it were sad enough stuff to make angels, not to say head-masters weep. " THE DOCTOR'' AND HIS WORK. 127 We looked upon every trumpery little custom and habit which had obtained in the school as though it had been a law of the Medes and Persians, and regarded the infringement or variation of it as a sort of sacrilege. And the Doctor, than whom no man or boy had a stronger liking for old school customs, which were good and sensible, had, as has already been hinted, come into most decided collision with several which were neither the one nor the other. And as old Brooke had said, when he came into collision with boys or customs, there was nothing for them but to give in or take themselves off ; because what he said had to be done, and no mistake about it. And this was beginning to be pretty clearly understood ; the boys felt that there was a strong man over them, who would have things his own way; and hadn't yet learned that he was a wise and loving man also. His personal character and influence had not had time to make itself felt, except by a very few of the bigger boys with whom he came more directly in contact ; and he was looked upon with great fear and dislike by the great majority even of his own house. For he had found School, and School-house, in a state of monstrous licence and misrule, and was still employed in the necessary but unpopular work of setting up order with a strong hand. However, as has been said, old Brooke triumphed, and the boys cheered him, and then the Doctor. And then more songs came, and the healths of the other boys about to leave, who each made a speech, one flowery, another maudlin, a third prosy, and so on, which are not necessary to be here recorded. Half-past nine struck in the middle of the performance of "Auld Lang Syne," a most obstreperous proceeding; during 128 BREAK-UP OF SINGING. which there was an immense amount of standing with one foot on the table, knocking mugs together and shaking hands, without which accompaniments it seems impossible for the youth of Britain to take part in that famous old song. The under-porter of the School-house entered during the per- formance, bearing five or six long wooden candlesticks, with lighted dips in them, which he proceeded to stick into their holes in such part of the great tables as he could get at ; and then stood outside the ring till the end of the song, when he was hailed with shouts. "Bill, you old muff, the half-hour hasn't struck." " Here, Bill, drink some cocktail," " Sing us a song, old boy," " Don't you wish you may get the table } " Bill drank the proffered cocktail not unwillingly, and putting down the empty glass, remonstrated, '' Now, gentlemen, there's only ten minutes to prayers, and we must get the hall straight." Shouts of *'No, no!" and a violent effort to strike up "Billy Taylor" for the third time. Bill looked appealingly to old Brooke, who got up and stopped the noise. " Now then, lend a hand, you youngsters, and get the tables back, clear away the jugs and glasses. Bill's right. Open the windows, Warner." The boy addressed, who sat by the long ropes, proceeded to pull up the great windows, and let in a clear fresh rush of night air, which made the candles flicker and gutter, and the fires roar. The circle broke up, each collaring his own jug, glass, and song-book; Bill pounced on the big table, and began to rattle it away to its place outside the buttery-door. The lower-passage boys carried off their small tables, aided by their friends, while above all, standing LAST LOYAL STRAINS. 129 on the great hall-table, a knot of untiring sons of harmony made night doleful by a prolonged performance of " God save the King." His Majesty King William IV. then reigned over us, a monarch deservedly popular amongst the boys addicted to melody, to whom he was chiefly known from the beginning of that excellent, if slightly vulgar song in which they much delighted — " Come, neighbours all, both great and small, Perform your duties here, And loudly sing 'live Billy our king,' For bating the tax upon beer." Others of the more learned in songs also celebrated his praises in a sort of ballad, which I take to have been written by some Irish loyalist. I have forgotten all but the chorus, which ran — " God save our good King William, be his name for ever blest. He's the father of all his people, and the guardian of all the rest." In troth we were loyal subjects in those days, in a rough way. I trust that our successors make as much of her present Majesty, and, having regard to the greater refinement of the times, have adopted or written other songs equally hearty, but more civilized, in her honour. Then the quarter to ten struck, and the prayer-bell rang. The sixth and fifth form boys ranged themselves in their school order along the wall, on either side of the great fires, the middle fifth and upper school boys round the long table in the middle of the hall, and the lower-school boys round the upper part of the second long table, which ran down the side of the hall furthest from the fires. Here Tom found himself at the bottom of all, in a state of mind and body K I30 PRA VERS. not at all fit for prayers, as he thought ; and so tried hard to make himself serious, but couldn't, for the life of him, do anything but repeat in his head the choruses of some of the songs, and stare at all the boys opposite, wondering at the brilliancy of their waistcoats, and speculating what sort of fellows they were. The steps of the head-porter are heard on the stairs, and a light gleams at the door. '' Hush ! " from the fifth form boys who stand there, and then in strides the Doctor, cap on head, book in one hand, and gathering up his gown in the other. He walks up the middle, and takes his post by Warner, who begins calling over the names. The Doctor takes no notice of anything, but quietly turns over his book, and finds the place, and then stands, cap in hand and finger in book, looking straight before his nose. He knows better than any one when to look, and when to see nothing ; to-night is singing night, and there's been lots of noise, and no harm done ; nothing but beer drunk, and nobody the worse for it ; though some of them do look hot and excited. So the Doctor sees nothing, but fascinates Tom in a horrible manner, as he stands there, and reads out the Psalm in that deep, ringing, searching voice of his. Prayers are over, and Tom still stares open-mouthed after the Doctor's retiring figure, when he feels a pull at his sleeve, and turning round, sees East. " I say, were you ever tossed in a blanket ? " "No," said Tom ; "why.?" " 'Cause there'll be tossing to-night, most likely, before the sixth come up to bed. So if you funk, you just come along and hide, or else they'll catch you and toss you." " Were you ever tossed } Does it hurt .-* " inquired Tom. I TOSSING. 131 "Oh yes, bless you, a dozen times," said East, as he hobbled along by Tom's side up-stairs. " It don't hurt unless you fall on the floor. But most fellows don't like it." They stopped at the fireplace in the top passage, where were a crowd of small boys whispering together, and evidently unwilling to go up into the bed-rooms. In a minute, how- ever, a study door opened, and a sixth-form boy came out, and off they all scuttled up the stairs, and then noiselessly dispersed to their different rooms. Tom's heart beat rather quick as he and East reached their room, but he had made up his mind. " I shan't hide, East," said he. "Very well, old fellow," replied East, evidently pleased; "no more shall I — they'll be here for us directly." The room was a great big one with a dozen beds in it, but not a boy that Tom could see, except East and himself. East pulled off his coat and waistcoat, and then sat on the bottom of his bed, whistling, and pulling off his boots ; Tom followed his example. A noise and steps are heard in the passage, the door opens, and in rush four or five great fifth-form boys, headed by Flashman in his glory. Tom and East slept in the further corner of the room, and were not seen at first. "Gone to ground, eh.?" roared Flashman; "push 'em out then, boys ! look under the beds :" and he pulled up the little white curtain of the one nearest him. " Who-o-op," he roared, pulling away at the leg of a small boy, who held on tight to the leg of the bed, and sung out lustily for mercy. " Here, lend a hand, one of you, and help me pull out this young howling brute. Hold your tongue, sir, or I'll kill you." K 2 132 FLASHMAN MUZZLED. "■ Oh, please, Flashman, please, Walker, don't toss me ! I'll fag for you, I'll do anything, only don't toss me." "You be hanged," said Flashman, lugging the wretched boy along, " 'twon't hurt you, you ! Come along, boys, here he is." '^ I say, Flashey," sung out another of the big boys, " drop that ; you heard what old Pater Brooke said to-night. I'll be hanged if we'll toss any one against their will — no more bullying. Let him go, I say." Flashman, with an oath and a kick, released his prey, who rushed headlong under his bed again, for fear they should change their minds, and crept along underneath the other beds, till he got under that of the sixth-form boy, which he knew they daren't disturb. "There's plenty of youngsters don't care about it," said Walker. " Here, here's Scud East — you'll be tossed, won't you, young un 1 " Scud was East's nickname, or Black, as we called it, gained by his fleetness of foot. " Yes," said East, " if you like, only mind my foot." " And here's another who didn't hide. Hullo ! new boy ; what's your name, sir.?" " Brown." " Well, Whitey Brown, you don't mind being tossed ? " . "No," said Tom, setting his teeth. "Come along then, boys," sung out Walker, and away they all went, carrying along Tom and East, to the intense relief of four or five other small boys, who crept out from under the beds and behind them. " What a trump Scud is ! " said one. " They won't come back here now." EAST AND TOM DEVOTE THEMSELVES. 133 " And that new boy, too ; he must be a good plucked one." '' Ah ! wait till he has been tossed on to the floor ; see how he'll like it then ! " Meantime the procession went down the passage to No. 7, the largest room, and the scene of the tossing, in the middle of which was a great open space. Here they joined other parties of the bigger boys, each with a captive or two, some willing to be tossed, some sullen, and some frightened to death. At Walker's suggestion all who were afraid were let off, in honour of Pater Brooke's speech. Then a dozen big boys seized hold of a blanket, dragged from one of the beds. " In with Scud, quick, there's no time to lose." East was chucked into the blanket. " Once, twice, thrice, and away ; " up he went like a shuttlecock, but not quite up to the ceiling. " Now, boys, with a will," cried Walker, " once, twice, thrice, and away ! " This time he went clean up, and kept himself from touching the ceiling with his hand, and so again a third time, when he was turned out, and up went another boy. And then came Tom's turn. He lay quite still, by East's advice, and didn't dislike the " once, twice, thrice ; " but the " away " wasn't so pleasant. They were in good wind now, and sent him slap up to the ceiling first time, against which his knees came rather sharply. But the moment's pause before descending was the rub, the feeling of utter helplessness, and of leaving his whole inside behind him sticking to the ceiling. Tom was very near shouting to be set down, when he found himself back in the blanket, but thought of East, and didn't; and so took his three tosses i. 134 A BULLY'S REFINEMENTS. without a kick or a cry, and was called a young trump for his pains. He and East, having earned it, stood now looking on. No catastrophe happened, as all the captives were cool hands, and didn't struggle. This didn't suit Flashman. What your real bully likes in tossing, is when the boys kick and struggle, or hold on to one side of the blanket, and so get pitched bodily on to the floor ; it's no fun to him when no one is hurt or frightened. " Let's toss two of them together. Walker," suggested he. " What a cursed bully you are, Flashey ! " rejoined the other. " Up with another one." And so no two boys were tossed together, the peculiar hardship of which is, that it's too much for human nature to lie still then and share troubles ; and so the wretched pair of small boys struggle in the air which shall fall a-top in the descent, to the no small risk of both falling out of the blanket, and the huge delight of brutes like Flashman. But now there's a cry that the praepostor of the room is coming ; so the tossing stops, and all scatter to their dif- ferent rooms : and Tom is left to turn in, with the first day's experience of a public school to meditate upon. WAKING. '35 CHAPTER VII. SETTLINCx TO THE COLLAR. " Says Giles, "Tis mortal hard to go. Bat if so he's I must: I means to follow arter he As goes hisself the fust.'" — Ballad. \ ERYBODY, I suppose, knows the dreamy delicious state in which one lies, half asleep, half awake, while consciousness begins to re- turn, after a sound night's rest in a new place which we are glad to be in, fol- lowing upon a day of un- wonted excitement and ex- ertion. There are few pleasanter pieces of life. The worst of it is that they last such a short time ; for, nurse them as you will, by lying perfectly passive in mind and bod^, you can't make more than five minutes or so of 136 WAKING. them. After which time, the stupid, obtrusive, wakeful entity which we call ' I,' as impatient as he is stiff-necked, spite of our teeth will force himself back again, and take posses- sion of us down to our very toes. It was in this state that Master Tom lay at half-past seven on the morning following the day of his arrival, and from his clean little white bed watched the movements of Bogle (the generic name by which the successive shoeblacks of the School-house were known), as he marched round from bed to bed, collecting l^e dirty shoes and boots, and depo- siting clean ones in their places. There he lay, half doubtful as to where exactly in the universe he was, but conscious that he had made a step in life which he had been anxious to make. It was only just light as he looked lazily out of the wide windows, and saw the tops of the great elms, and the rooks circling about, and cawing remonstrances to the lazy ones of their common- wealth, before starting in a body for the neighbouring ploughed fields. The noise of the room-door closing behind Bogle, as he made his exit with the shoe-basket under his arm, roused him thoroughly, and he sat up in bed and looked round the room. What in the world could be the matter with his shoulders and loins } He felt as if he had been severely beaten all down his back, the natural results of his performance at his first match. He drew up his knees and rested his chin on them, and went over all the events of yesterday, rejoicing in his new life, what he had seen of it, and all that was to come. Presently one or two of the other boys roused themselves, and began to sit up and talk to one another in low tones. LIE-IN-BED MORNING. 137 Then East, after a roll or two, came to an anchor also, and, nodding to Tom, began examining his ankle. "What a pull," said he, "that it's lie-in-bed, for I shall be as lame as a tree, I think." It was Sunday morning, and Sunday lectures had not yet been established ; so that nothing but breakfast intervened between bed and eleven o'clock chapel — a gap by no means easy to fill up : in fact, though received with the correct amount of grumbling, the first lecture instituted by the Doctor shortly afterwards was a great boon to the School. It was lie-in-bed, and no one was in a hurry to get up, especially in rooms where the sixth-form boy was a good-tempered fellow, as was the case in Tom's room, and allowed the small boys to talk and laugh, and do pretty much what they pleased, so long as they didn't disturb him. His bed was a bigger one than the rest, standing in the corner by tlic fireplace, with a washing-stand and large basin by the side, where he lay in state, with his white curtains tucked in so as to form a retiring place : an awful subject of contemplation to Tom, who slept nearly opposite, and watched the great man rouse himself and take a book from under his pillow, and begin reading, leaning his head on his hand, and turning his back to the room. Soon, however, a noise of striving urchins arose, and muttered encouragements from the neighbouring boys, of — " Go it, Tadpole ! " " Now, young Green ! " " Haul away his blanket ! " " Slipper him on the hands ! " Young Green and little Hall, commonly called Tadpole, from his great black head and thin legs, slept side by side far away by the door, and were for ever playing one another tricks, which usually ended, as on this morning, in open and violent collision : 138 GETTING UP. and now, unmindful of all order and authority, there they were each hauling away at the other's bed-clothes with one hand, and with the other, armed with a slipper, belabouring whatever portion of the body of his adversary came within reach. '' Hold that noise, up in the corner," called out the praepostor, sitting up and looking round his curtains ; and the Tadpole and young Green sank down into their disordered beds, and then, looking at his watch, added, " Hullo, past eight ! — whose turn for hot water ? " (Where the praepostor was particular in his ablutions, the fags in his room had to descend in turn to the kitchen, and beg or steal hot water for him ; and often the custom extended further, and two boys went down every morning to get a supply for the whole room.) *' East's and Tadpole's," answered the senior fag, who kept the rota. '' I can't go," said East ; " I'm dead lame." ^'Well, be quick, some of you, that's all," said the great man, as he turned out of bed, and putting on his slippers, went out into the great passage which runs the whole length of the bed-rooms, to get his Sunday habiliments out of his portmanteau. '' Let me go for you," said Tom to East, " I should like it." " Well, thank'ee, that's a good fellow. Just pull on your trousers, and take your jug and mine. Tadpole will show you the way." * And so Tom and the Tadpole, in nightshirts and trousers, started off down-stairs, and through ^' Thos's hole," as the little buttery, where candles and beer and bread and cheese I THE " CLOSE'' BEFORE CHAPEL. 139 were served out at night, was called ; across the School-house court, down a long passage, and into the kitchen ; where, after some parley with the stalwart, handsome cook, who declared that she had filled a dozen jugs already, they got their hot water, and returned with all speed and great caution. As it was, they narrowly escaped capture by some privateers from the fifth-form rooms, who were on the look-out for the hot-water convoys, and pursued them up to the very door of their room, making them spill half their load in the passage. " Better than going down again tho','' as Tadpole remarked, " as we should have had to do, if those beggars had caught us." By the time that the calling-over bell rang, Tom and his new comrades were all down, dressed in their best clothes, and he had the satisfaction of answering "here" to his name for the first time, the praepostor of the week having put it in at the bottom of his list. And then came breakfast, and a saunter about the close and town with East, whose lameness only became severe when any fagging had to be done. And so they whiled away the time until morning chapel. It was a fine November morning, and the close soon became alive with boys of all ages, who sauntered about on the grass, or walked round the gravel-walk, in parties of two or three. East, still doing the cicerone, pointed out all the remarkable characters to Tom as they passed : Osbert, who could throw a cricket-ball from the little-side ground over the rook trees to the Doctor's wall ; Gray, who had got the Balliol scholarship, and, what East evidently thought of much more importance, a half-holiday for the School by his success ; Thorne, who had run ten miles in two minutes over the hour ; Black, who had held his own against the cock of the town HO MORNING CHAPEL. in the last row with the louts ; and many more heroes, who then and there walked about and were worshipped, all trace of whom has long since vanished from the scene of their fame ; and the fourth-form boy who reads their names rudely cut out on the old hall tables, or painted upon the big side- cupboard (if hall tables and big side-cupboards still exist), wonders what manner of boys they were. It will be the same with you who wonder, my sons, whatever your prowess may be, in cricket, or scholarship, or football Two or three years, more or less, and then the steadily advancing, blessed wave will pass over your names as it has passed over ours. Never- theless, play your games and do your work manfully — see only that that be done, and let the remembrance of it take care of itself The chapel-bell began to ring at a quarter to eleven, and Tom got in early and took his place in the lowest row, and watched all the other boys come in and take their places, filling row after row ; and tried to construe the Greek text which was inscribed over the door with the slightest possible success, and wondered which of the masters, who walked down the chapel and took their seats in the exalted boxes at the end, would be his lord. And then came the closing of the doors, and the Doctor in his robes, and the service, which, however, didn't impress him much, for his feeling of wonder and curiosity was too strong. And the boy on one side of him was scratching his name on the oak panelling in front, and he couldn't help watching to see what the name was, and whether it was well scratched : and the boy on the other side went to sleep and kept falling against him ; and on the whole, though many boys even in that part of the AFTERNOON CHAPEL. 141 School were serious and attentive, the general atmosphere was by no means devotional ; and when he got out into the close again, he didn't feel at all comfortable, or as if he had been to church. But at afternoon chapel it was quite another thing. He had spent the time after dinner in writing home to his mother, and so was in a better frame of mind ; and his first curiosity was over, and he could attend more to the service. As the hymn after the prayers was being sung, and the chapel was getting a little dark, he was beginning to feel that he had been really worshipping. And then came that great event in his, as in every Rugby boy's life of that day — the first sermon from the Doctor. More worthy pens than mine have described that scene : — the oak pulpit standing out by itself above the School seats ; the tall gallant form, the kindling eye, the voice, now soft as the low notes of a flute, now clear and stirring as the call of the light infantry bugle, of him who stood there Sunday after Sunday, witnessing and pleading for his Lord, the King of righteousness and love and glory, with whose spirit he was filled, and in whose power he spoke ; the long lines of young faces, rising tier above tier down the whole length of the chapel, from the little boy's who had just left his mother to the young man's who was going out next week into the great world rejoicing in his strength. It was a great and solemn sight, and never more so than at this time of year, when the only lights in the chapel were in the pulpit and at the seats of the praepostors of the week, and the soft twilight stole over the rest of the chapel, deepening into darkness in the high gallery behind the organ. 142 THE SERMON. But what was it, after all, which seized and held these three hundred boys, dragging them out of themselves, willing or unwilling, for twenty minutes, on Sunday afternoons ? True, there always were boys scattered up and down the School, who in heart and head were worthy to hear and able to carry away the deepest and wisest words there spoken. But these were a minority always, generally a very small one, often so small a one as to be countable on the fingers of your hand. What was it that moved and held us, the rest of the three hundred reckless, childish boys, who feared the Doctor wath all our hearts, and very little besides in heaven or earth : who thought more of our sets in the School than of the Church of Christ, and put the traditions of Rugby and the public opinion of boys in our daily life above the laws of God } We couldn't enter into half that we heard ; we hadn't the knowledge of our own hearts or the knowledge of one another ; and little enough of the faith, hope, and love needed to that end. But we listened, as all boys in their better moods will listen (ay, and men too for the matter of that), to a man whom we felt to be, with all his heart and soul and strength, striving against v/hatever was mean and unmanly and unrighteous in our little world. It was not the cold clear voice of one giving advice and warning from serene heights to those who were struggling and sinning below, but the warm living voice of one who was fighting for us and by our sides, and calling on us to help him and ourselves and one another. And so, wearily and little by little, but surely and steadily on the whole, was brought home to th.e young boy, for the first time, the meaning of his life : that it was no fool's or sluggard's paradise THE DOCTOR'S FIRST HOLD. 143 into which he had wandered "by chance, but a battle-field ordained from of old, where there are no spectators, but the youngest must take his side, and the stakes are life and death. And he who roused this consciousness in them showed them at the same time, by every word he spoke in the pulpit, and by his whole daily life, how that battle was to be fought ; and stood there before them their fellow-soldier and the captain of their band. The true sort of captain, too, for a boy's army, one who had no misgivings and gave no uncertain word of command, and, let who would yield or make truce, would fight the fight out (so every boy felt) to the last gasp and the last drop of blood. Other sides of his character might take hold of and influence boys here and there, but it was this thoroughness and undaunted courage which more than anything else won his way to the hearts of the great mass of those on whom he left his mark, and made them believe first in him, and then in his Master. It was this quality above all others which moved such boys as our hero, who had nothing whatever remarkable about him except excess of boyishness ; by which I mean animal life in its fullest measure, good nature and honest impulses, hatred of injustice and meanness, and thoughtless- ness enough to sink a three-decker. And so, during the next two years, in which it was more than doubtful whether he would get good or evil from the School, and before any steady purpose or principle grew up in him, whatever his week's sins and shortcomings might have been, he hardly ever left the chapel on Sunday evenings without a serious resolve to stand by and follow the Doctor, and a feeling that it was only cowardice (the incarnation of all other sins in such a 144 - HOUSE FAGGING. boy's mind) which hindered him from doing so with all his heart. The next day Tom was duly placed in the third form, and began his lessons in a corner of the big School. He found the work very easy, as he had been well grounded and knew his grammar by heart ; and, as he had no intimate companion to make him idle (East and his other School-house friends being in the lower fourth, the form above him), soon gained golden opinions from his master, who said he was placed too low, and should be put out at the end of the half-year. So all went well with him in School, and he wTote the most flourishing letters home to his mother, full of his own success and the unspeakable delights of a public school. In the house, too, all went well. The end of the half-year was drawing near, which kept everybody in a good humour, and the house was ruled well and strongly by Warner and Brooke. True, the general system was rough and hard, and there was bullying in nooks and corners, bad signs for the future ; but it never got further, or dared show itself openly, stalking about the passages and hall and bed-rooms, and making the life of the small boys a continual fear. Tom, as a new boy, was of right excused fagging for the first month, but in his enthusiasm for his new life this privilege hardly pleased him ; and East and others of his young friends discovering this, kindly allowed him to indulge his fancy, and take their turns at night fagging and cleaning studies. These were the principal duties of the fags in the house. From supper until nine o'clock, three fags taken in order stood in the passages, and answered any praepostor who called Fag, racing to the door, the last comer having to do the work. HOUSE FAGGING. 145 This consisted generally of going to the buttery for beer and bread and cheese (for the great men did not sup with the rest, but had each his own allowance in his study or the fifth- form room), cleaning candlesticks and putting in new candles, toast- ing cheese, bottling beer, and carrying messages about the house ; and Tom, in the first blush of his hero-worship, felt it a high privilege to receive orders from, and be the bearer of the supper of Old Brooke. And besides this night- work, each praepostor had three or four fags specially allotted to him, of whom he was supposed to be the guide, philosopher, and friend, and who in return for these good offices had to clean out his study every morning by turns, directly after first lesson and before he returned from breakfast. And the L 146 HARE AND HOUNDS. pleasure of seeing the great men's studies, and looking at their pictures, and peeping into their books, made Tom a ready- substitute for any boy who was too lazy to do his own work. And so he soon gained the character of a good-natured willing fellow, who was ready to do a turn for any one. In all the games too he joined with all his heart, and soon became well versed in all the mysteries of football, by continual practice at the School -house little-side, w^hich played daily. The only incident worth recording here, however, was his first run at Hare-and-hounds. On the last Tuesday but one of the half-year, he was passing through the hall after dinner, when he was hailed with shouts from Tadpole and several other fags seated at one of the long tables, the chorus of which was, " Come and help us tear up scent." Tom approached the table in obedience to the mysterious summons, always ready to help, and found the party engaged in tearing up old newspapers, copy-books, and magazines into small pieces, with which they were filling four large canvas bags. *' It's the turn of our house to find scent for big-side Hare- and-hounds," exclaimed Tadpole ; " tear away, there's no time to lose before calling-over." " I think it's a great shame," said another small boy, " to have such a hard run for the last day." " Which run is it } " said Tadpole. " Oh, the Barby run, I hear," answered the other ; " nine miles at least, and hard ground; no chance of getting in at the finish, unless you're a first-rate scud." " Well, I'm going to have a try," said Tadpole ; " it's the THE MEET. 147 last run of the half, and if a fellow gets in at the end, big-side stands ale and bread and cheese, and a bowl of punch ; and the Cock's such a famous place for ale." *^ I should like to try, too," said Tom. " Well then, leave your waistcoat behind, and listen at the door, after calling-over, and you'll hear where the meet is." After calling-over, sure enough, there were two boys at the door, calling out, " Big-side Hare-and-hounds meet at White Hall ; " and Tom, having girded himself with leather .strap, and left all superfluous clothing behind, set off for White Hall, an old gable-ended house some quarter of a mile from the town, with East, whom he had persuaded to join, notwith- standing his prophecy that they could never get in, as it was the hardest run of the year. At the meet they found some forty or fifty boys, and Tom felt sure, from having seen many of them run at football that he and East were more likely to get in than they. After a few minutes' waiting, two well-known runners, chosen for the hares, buckled on the four bags filled with scent, compared their watches with those of Young Brooke and Thorne, and started off at a long slinging trot across the fields in the direction of Barby. Then the hounds clustered round Thorne, who explained shortly, " They're to have six minutes' law. We run into the Cock, and every one who comes in within a quarter of an hour of the hares '11 be counted, if he has been round Barby church." Then came a minute's pause or so, and then the watches are pocketed, and the pack is led through the gateway into the field which the hares had first crossed Here they break into a trot, scattering over the field to find the first traces L 2 148 THE FIRST BURST. of the scent which the hares throw out as they go along. The old hounds make straight for the likely points, and in a minute a cry of '' forward " comes from one of them, and the whole pack quickening their pace make for the spot, while the boy who hit the scent first, and the two or three nearest to him, are over the first fence, and making play along the hedgerow in the long grass-field beyond. The rest of the pack rush at the gap already made, and scramble through, jostling one another. " Forward " again, before they are half through ; the pace quickens into a sharp run, the tail hounds all straining to get up to the lucky leaders. They are gallant hares, and the scent lies thick right across another meadow and into a ploughed field, where the pace begins to tell ; then over a good wattle with a ditch on the other side, and down a large pasture studded with old thorns, which slopes down to the first brook ; the great Leicestershire sheep charge away across the field as the pack comes racing down the slope. The brook is a small one, and the scent lies right ahead up the oppo- site slope, and as thick as ever ; not a turn or a check to favour the tail hounds, who strain on, now trailing in a long line, many a youngster beginning to drag his legs heavily, and feel his heart beat like a hammer, and the bad plucked ones thinking that after all it isn't worth while to keep it up. Tom, East, and the Tadpole had a good start, and are well up for such young hands, and, after rising the slope and crossing the next field, find themselves up with the leading hounds, who have over-run the scent, and are trying back ; they have come a mile and a half in about eleven minutes, a pace which shows that it is the last day. About THE FIRST CHECK, 149 twenty-five of the original starters only show here, the rest having already given in ; the leaders are busy making casts into the fields on the left and right, and the others get their second winds. Then comes the cry of " forward " again, from Young Brooke, from the extreme left, and the pack settles down to work again steadily and doggedly, the whole keeping pretty^ well together. The scent, though still good, is not so thick ; there is no need of that, for in this part of the run every one knows the line which must be taken, and so there are no casts to be made, but good downright running and fencing to be done. All who are now up mean coming in, and they come to the foot of Barby Hill without losing more than two or three more of the pack. This last straight two miles and a half is always a vantage ground for the hounds, and the hares know it well ; they are generally viewed on the side of Barby Hill, and all eyes are on the look-out for them to-day. But not a sign of them appears, so now will be the hard work for the hounds, and there is nothing for it but to cast about for the scent, for it is now the hares' turn, and they may baffle the pack dreadfully in the next two miles. Ill fares it now with our youngsters that they are School- house boys, and so follow Young Brooke, for he takes the wide casts round to the left, conscious of his own powers, and loving the hard work. For if you would consider for a moment, you small boys, you would remember that the Cock, where the run ends, and the good ale will be going, lies far out to the right on the Dunchurch road, so that every cast you take to the left is so much extra work. And at this stage of the run, when the evening is closing in already. I50 NO GO. no one remarks whether you run a little cunning or not, so you should stick to those crafty hounds who keep edging away to the right, and not follow a prodigal like Young Brooke, whose legs are twice as long as yours and of cast- iron, wholly indifferent to one or two miles more or less. However, they struggle after him, sobbing and plunging along, THE RE A CTION. 1 5 1 Tom and East pretty close, and Tadpole, whose big head begins to pull him down, some thirty yards behind. Now comes a brook, with stiff clay banks, from which they can hardly drag their legs, and they hear faint cries for help from the wretched Tadpole, who has fairly stuck fast. But they have too little run left in themselves to pull up for their own brothers. Three fields more, and another check, and then ** forward " called away to the extreme right. The two boys' souls die within them ; they can never do it. Young Brooke thinks so too, and says kindly, "You'll cross a lane after next field, keep down it, and you'll hit the Dunchurch road below the Cock," and then steams away for the run in, in which he's sure to be first, as if he were just starting. They struggle on across the next field, the " forwards " getting fainter and fainter, and then ceasing. The whole hunt is out of ear-shot, and all hope of coming in is over. ** Hang it all ! " broke out East, as soon as he had got wind enough, pulling off his hat, and mopping at his face, all spattered with dirt, and lined with sweat, from which went up a thick stream into the still cold air. " I told you how it would be. What a thick I was to come! Here we are dead beat, and yet I know we're close to the run in, if we knew the country." "Well," said Tom, mopping away, and gulping down his disappointment, "it can't be helped. We did our best any- how. Hadn't we better find this lane, and go down it as Young Brooke told us } " " I suppose so — nothing else for it," grunted East. " If ever I go out last day again," growl — growl — growl. 1 52 TADPOLE 'S APPEARANCE. So they tried back slowly and sorrowfully, and found the lane, and went limping down it, plashing in the cold puddly ruts, and beginning to feel how the run had taken it out of them. The evening closed in fast, and clouded over, dark, cold, and dreary. " I say, it must be locking-up, I should think," remarked East, breaking the silence; "it's so dark." " What if we're late t " said Tom. " No tea, and sent up to the Doctor," answered East. The thought didn't add to their cheerfulness. Presently a faint halloo was heard from an adjoining field. They answered it, and stopped, hoping for some competent rustic to guide them, when over a gate some twenty yards ahead crawled the wretched Tadpole^ in a state of collapse; he had lost a shoe in the brook, and had been groping after it up to his elbows in the stiff, wet clay, and a more miserable creature in the shape of boy seldom has been seen. The sight of him, notwithstanding, cheered them, for he was some degrees more wretched than they. They also cheered him, as he was no longer under the dread of passing his night alone in the fields. And so in better heart, the three plashed painfully down the never-ending lane. At last it widened, just as utter darkness set in, and they came out on a turnpike- road, and there paused bewildered, for they had lost all bearings, and knew not whether to turn to the right or left. Luckily for them they had not to decide, for lumbering along the road, with one lamp lighted, and two spavined horses in the shafts, came a heavy coach, which after a moment's suspense they recognised as the Oxford coach, the redoubtable Pie and Whistle. HOME A T LAST. 153 It lumbered slowly up, and the boys mustering their last run, caught it as it passed, and began clambering up behind, in which exploit East missed his footing, and fell flat on his lose along the road. Then the others hailed the old scare- crow of a coachman, who pulled up and agreed to take them in for a shilling ; so there they sat on the back seat, drubbing rith their heels, and their teeth chattering with cold, and )gged into Rugby some forty minutes after locking-up. Five minutes afterwards, three small limping shivering ^ures steal along through the Doctor's garden, and into le house by the servants' entrance (all the pther gates have >een closed long since), where the first thing they light upon the passage is old Thomas, ambling along, candle in one land and keys in the other. He stops and examines their condition with a grim smile. Ah! P2ast, Hall, and Brown, late for locking-up. Must go ip to the Doctor's study at once." " Well but, Thomas, mayn't we go and wash first 1 You :an put down the time, you know." " Doctor's study d'rectly you come in — that's the orders," replied old Thomas, motioning towards the stairs at the md of the passage which led up into the Doctor's house ; ind the boys turned ruefully down it, not cheered by the >ld verger's muttered remark, '* What a pickle they boys )e in ! " Thomas referred to their faces and habiliments, ►ut they construed it as indicating the Doctor's state of Imind. Upon the short flight of stairs they paused to hold counsel. " Who'll go in first t " inquires Tadpole. " You — you're the senior," answered East. 15+ WHO SHALL BELL THE CAT? *' Catch me — look at the state I'm in," rejoined Hall, sliowing the arms of his jacket. " I must get behind you two." ** Well, but look at me," said East, indicating the mass of clay behind which he was standing ; " I'm worse than you, two to one ; you might grow cabbages on my trousers." " That's all down below, and you can keep your legs behind the sofa," said Hall. " Here, Brown, you're the show-figure — you must lead." " But my face is all muddy," argued Tom. " Oh, we're all in one boat, for that matter ; but come on, we're only making it worse, dawdling here." "Well, just give us a brush then," said Tom; and they began trying to rub off the supet-fluous dirt from each other's jackets, but it was not dry enough, and the rubbing made them worse ; so in despair they pushed through the swing door at the head of the stairs, and found themselves in the Doctor's hall, " That's the library door," said East in a whisper, pushing Tom forwards. The sound of merry voices and laughter came from within, and his first hesitating knock was unan- swered. But at the second, the Doctor's voice said, " Come in," and Tom turned the handle, and he, with the others behind him, sidled into the room. The Doctor looked up from his task ; he was working away with a great chisel at the bottom of a boy's sailing boat, the lines of which he was no doubt fashioning on the model of one of Nicias' galleys. Round him stood three or four children ; the candles burnt brightly on a large table at the further end, covered with books and papers, and a great in p4 THEIR RECEPTION BY THE DOCTOR. 155 fire threw a ruddy glow over the rest of the room. All looked so kindly, and homely, and comfortable, that the boys took heart in a moment, and Tom advanced from behind the shelter of the great sofa. The Doctor nodded to the children, who went out, casting curious and amused glances at the three young scarecrows. " Well, my little fellows," began the Doctor, drawing himself up with his back to the fire, the chisel in one hand and his coat-tails in the other, and his eyes twinkling as he looked them over; "what makes you so late.!*" *' Please, sir, we've been out Big-side Hare-and-hounds and lost our way." "Hah! you couldn't keep up, I suppose.'*" "Well, sir," said East, stepping out, and not liking that the Doctor should think lightly of his running powers, " we got round Barby all right, but then " "Why, what a state you're in, my boy!" interrupted the Doctor, as the pitiful condition of East's garments was fully revealed to him. " That's the fall I got, sir, in the road," said East, looking down at himself; "the Old Pig came by " "The what.?" said the Doctor. " The Oxford coach, sir," explained Hall. " Hah ! yes, the Regulator," said the Doctor. "And I tumbled on my face, trying to get up behind," went on East. ''You're not hurt, I hope.?" said the Doctor. " Oh no, sir." " Well now, run upstairs, all three of you, and get clean things on, and then tell the housekeeper to give you some 156 LAST DAYS. tea. You're too young to try such long runs. Let Warner know I've seen you. Good night." "Good night, sir." And away scuttled the three boys in high glee. "What a brick, not to give us even twenty lines to learn ! " said the Tadpole, as they reached their bedroom ; and in half an hour afterwards they were sitting by the fire in the housekeeper's room at a sumptuous tea, with cold meat, " twice as good a grub as we should have got in the hall," as the Tadpole remarked with a grin, his mouth full of buttered toast. All their grievances were forgotten, and they were resolving to go out the first big-side next half, and thinking Hare-and-hounds the most delightful of games. A day or two afterwards the great passage outside the bed-rooms was cleared of the boxes and portmanteaus, which went down to be packed by the matron, and great games of chariot-racing, and cock-fighting, and bolstering went on in the vacant space, the sure sign of a closing half-year. Then came the making up of parties for the journey home, and Tom joined a party who were to hire a coach, and post with four horses to Oxford. Then the last Saturday on which the Doctor came round to each form to give out the prizes, and hear the masters' last reports of how they and their charges had been conducting themselves ; and Tom, to his huge delight, was praised, and got his remove into the lower fourth, in which all his School- house friends were. On the next Tuesday morning, at four o'clock, hot coffee was going on in the housekeeper's and matron's rooms ; boys wrapped in great coats and mufflers were swallowing hasty PREPARING TO START HOME. 157 mouthfuls, rushing about, tumbling over luggage, and asking questions all at once of the matron ; outside the School- gates were drawn up several chaises and the four-horse coach which Tom's party had chartered, the post-boys in their best jackets and breeches, and a cornopean player, hired for the occasion, blowing away "A southerly wind and a cloudy sky," waking all peaceful inhabitants half-way down the High Street. Every minute the bustle and hubbub increased : porters staggered about with boxes and bags, the cornopean played 158 A FINANCIER'S TROUBLES. louder. Old Thomas sat in his den with a great yellow bag by his side, out of which he was paying journey money to each boy, comparing by the light of a solitary dip the dirty crabbed little list in his own handwriting, with the Doctor's list, and the amount of his cash ; his head was on one side, his mouth screwed up, and his spectacles dim from early toil. He had prudently locked the door, and carried on his operations solely through the window, or he would have been driven wild, and lost all his money. "Thomas, do be quick, we shall never catch the Highflyer at Dunchurch." ''That's your money, all right, Green." " Hullo, Thomas, the Doctor said I was to have two- pound-ten ; you've only given me two pound." — I fear that Master Green is not confining himself strictly to truth. — Thomas turns his head more on one side than ever, and spells away at the dirty list. Green is forced away from the window: *' Here, Thomas, never mind him, mine's thirty shillings." " And mine too," " And mine," shouted others. One way or another, the party to which Tom belonged all got packed and paid, and sallied out to the gates, the cornopean playing frantically "Drops of Brandy," in allusion, probably, to the slight potations in which the musician and post-boys had been already indulging. All luggage was carefully stowed away inside the coach and in the front and hind boots, so that not a hat-box was visible outside. Five or six small boys, with pea-shooters, and the cornopean player, got up behind ; in front the big boys, mostly smoking, not for pleasure, but because they are now gentlemen at large — and this is the most correct public method of notifying the fact. OFF. 159 " Robinson's coach will be down the road in a minute, it has gone up to Bird's to pick up, — we'll wait till they're close, and make a race of it," says the leader. " Now, boys, half- a-sovereign apiece if you beat 'em into Dunchurch by one hundred yards." **A11 right, sir," shouted the grinning post-boys. Down comes Robinson's coach in a minute or two with a rival cornopean, and away go the two vehicles, horses galloping, boys cheering, horns playing loud. There is a special Providence over schoolboys as well as sailors, or they must have upset twenty times in the first five miles, some- times actually abreast of one another, and the boys on the rooft exchanging volleys of peas, now nearly running over a post-chaise which had started before them, now half-way up a bank, now with a wheel-and-a-half over a yawning ditch ; and all this in a dark morning, with nothing but their own lamps to guide them. However, it's all over at last, and they have run over nothing but an old pig in Southam Street ; the last peas are distributed in the Corn Market at Oxford, where they arrive between eleven and twelve, and sit down to a sumptuous breakfast at the Angel, which they are made to pay for accordingly. Here the party breaks up, all going now different ways ; and Tom orders out a chaise and pair as grand as a lord, though he has scarcely five shillings left in his pocket, and more than twenty miles to get home. "Where to, sir.?" ** Red Lion, Farringdon," says Tom, giving ostler a shilling. "All right, sir. Red Lion, Jem," to the post-boy, and Tom rattles away towards home. At Farringdon, being known to the innkeeper, he gets that worthy to pay for the Oxford i6o DULCE DO MUM. horses, and forward him in another chaise at once ; and so the gorgeous young gentleman arrives at the paternal mansion, and Squire Brown looks rather blue at having to pay two pound ten shillings for the posting expenses from Oxford. But the boy's intense joy at getting home, and the wonderful health he is in, and the good character he brings, and the trave stories he tells of Rugby, its doings and delights, soon mollify the Squire, and three happier people didn't sit down to dinner that day in England (it is the boy's first dinner at six o'clock at home, great promotion already), than the Squire and his wife and Tom Brown, at the end of his first half-year at Rugby. CHAPTER VIII. THE WAR OF INDEPENDENCE. daily portions. " They are slaves who will not choose Hatred, scoffing, and abuse, Rather than in silence shrink From the truth they needs must think : They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three." Lowell, Stanzas on Freedom. HE lower- fourth form, in which Tom found himself at the beginning of the next half-year, was the largest form in the lower school, and numbered upwards of forty boys. Young gentle- men of all ages, from nine to fifteen, were to be found there, who expended such part of their energies as was devoted to Latin and Greek, upon a book of Livy, the Bucolics of Virgil, and the Hecuba of Euripides, which were ground out in small The driving of this unlucky lower-fourth must M i62 THE LOWER FOURTH. have been grievous work to the unfortunate master, for it was the most unhappily constituted of any In the School. Here stuck the great stupid boys, who for the life of them could never master the accidence ; the objects alternately of mirth and terror to the youngsters, who were daily taking them up, and laughing at them in lesson, and getting kicked by them for so doing In play-hours. There were no less than three unhappy fellows in tail coats, with incipient down on their chins, whom the Doctor and the master of the form were always endeavouring to hoist into the upper school, but whose parsing and construing resisted the most well-meant shoves. Then came the mass of the form, boys of eleven and twelve, the most mischievous and reckless age of British youth, of whom East and Tom Brown were fair specimens. As full of tricks as monkeys, and of excuses as Irish women, making fun of their master one another, and their lessons, Argus himself would have been puzzled to keep an eye on them ; and as for making them steady or serious for half-an-hour together, it was simply hopeless. The remainder of the form consisted of young prodigies of nine and ten, who were going up the school at the rate of a form a half-year, all boys' hands and wits being against them in their progress. It would have been one man's work to see that the precocious young- sters had fair play ; and as the master had a good deal besides to do, they hadn't, and were for ever being shoved down three or four places, their verses stolen, their books Inked, their jackets whitened, and their lives otherwise made a burden to them. The lower-fourth, and all the forms below It, were heard in the great school, aad were not trusted to prepare their TOM'S FALL. 163 lessons before coming in, but were whipped into school three-quarters of an hour before the lesson began by their respective masters, and there scattered about on the benches, with dictionary and grammar, hammered out their twenty lines of Virgil and Euripides in the midst of Babel. The masters of the lower school walked up and down the great school together during this three-quarters of an hour, or sat in their desks reading or looking over copies, and keeping such order as was possible. But the lower-fourth was just now an overgrown form, too large for any one man to attend to properly, and consequently the elysium or ideal form of the young scapegraces, who formed the staple of it. Tom, as has been said, had come up from the third with a good character, but the temptations of the lower-fourth soon proved too strong for him, and he rapidly fell away, and became as unmanageable as the rest. For some weeks, indeed, he succeeded in maintaining the appearance of steadi- ness, and was looked upon favourably by his new master, whose eyes were first opened by the following little incident. Besides the desk which the master himself occupied, there was another large unoccupied desk in the corner of the great school, which was untenanted. To rush and seize upon this desk, which was ascended by three steps, and held four boys, was the great object of ambition of the lower fourthers ; and the contentions for the occupation of it bred such disorder, that at last the master forbade its use alto- gether. This of course was a challenge to the more adven- turous spirits to occupy it, and as it was capacious enough for two boys to lie hid there completely, it was seldom that it remained empty, notwithstanding the veto. Small holes M 2 1 64 MONTHL V EX AM IN A TIONS. were cut in the front, through which the occupants watched the masters as they walked up and down, and as lesson time approached, one boy at a time stole out and down the steps, as the masters' backs were turned, and mingled with the general crowd on the forms below. Tom and East had suc- cessfully occupied the desk some half-dozen times, and were grown so reckless that they were in the habit of playing small games with fives'-balls inside, when the masters were at the other end of the big school. One day, as ill-luck would have it, the game became more exciting than usual, and the ball slipped through East's fingers, and rolled slowly down the steps, and out into the middle of the school, just as the masters turned in their walk and faced round upon the desk. The young delinquents watched their master through the look-out holes, march slowly down the school straight upon their retreat, while all the boys in the neigh- bourhood of course stopped their work to look on : and not only were they ignominiously drawn out, and caned over the hand then and there, but their characters for steadiness were gone from that time. However, as they only shared the fate of some three-fourths of the rest of the form, this did not weigh heavily upon them. In fact, the only occasions on which they cared about the matter, were the monthly examinations, when the Doctor came round to examine their form, for one long awful hour, in the work which they had done in the preceding month. The second monthly examination came round soon after Tom's fall, and it was with anything but lively anticipations that he and the other lower-fourth boys came into prayers on the morning of the examination day. I ''TRISTE LUPUS r ' 165 Prayers and calling-over seemed twice as short as usual, and before they could get construes of a tithe of the hard passages marked in the margin of their books, they were all seated round, and the Doctor was standing in the middle, talking in whispers to the master. Tom couldn't hear a word which passed, and never lifted his eyes from his book ; but he knew by a sort of magnetic instinct that the Doctor's under lip was coming out, and his eye beginning to burn, and his gown getting gathered up more and more tightly in his left hand. The suspense was agonizing, and Tom knew that he was sure on such occasions to make an example of the School-house boys. " If he would only begin," thought Tom, " I shouldn't mind." At last the whispering ceased, and the name which was called out was not Brown. He looked up for a moment, but the Doctor's face was too awful; Tom wouldn't have met his eye for all he was worth, and buried himself in his book again. The boy who was called up first was a clever merr}- School-house boy, one of their s6t : he was some connexion of the Doctor's, and a great favourite, and ran in and out of his house as he liked, and so was selected for the first victim. "■ Triste lupus stabulis," began the luckless youngster, and stammered through some eight or ten lines. "There, that will do," said the iDoctor, "now construe." On common occasions, the boy could have construed the passage well enough probably, but now his head was gone. "Triste lupus, the sorrowful wolf," he began. A shudder ran through the whole form, and the Doctor's wrath fairly boiled over ; he made three steps up to the i66 MISRULE AND ITS CAUSES. construer, and gave him a good box on the ear. The blow was not a hard one, but the boy was so taken by surprise that he started back ; the form caught the back of his knees, and over he went on to the floor behind. There was a dead silence over the whole school ; never before and never again while Tom was at school did the Doctor strike a boy in lesson. The provocation must have been great. However, the victim had saved his form for that occasion, for the Doctor turned to the top bench, and put on the best boys for the rest of the hour ; and though, at the end of the lesson, he gave them all such a rating as they did not forget, this terrible field-day passed over without any severe visitations in the shape of punishments or floggings. Forty young scapegraces expressed their thanks to the "sorrowful wolf" in their different ways before second lesson. But a character for steadiness once gone is not easily recovered, as Tom found, and for years afterwards he went up the school without it, and the masters' hands were against him, and his against them. And he regarded them, as a matter of course, as his natural enemies. Matters were not so comfortable either in the house as they had been, for Old Brooke left at Christmas, and one or two others of the sixth-form boys at the following Easter, Their rule had been rough, but strong and just in the main, and a higher standard was beginning to be set up ; in fact, there had been a short foretaste of the good time which followed some years later. Just now, however, all threatened to return into darkness and chaos again. For the new praepostors were either small young boys, whose cleverness had carried them up to the top of the school, while in THE OLD BOY MORALIZETH THEREON. 167 strength of body and character, they were not yet fit for a share in the government ; or else big fellows of the wrong sort, boys whose friendships and tastes had a downward tendency, who had not caught the meaning of their position and work, and felt none of its responsibilities. So under this no-government the School-house began to see bad times. The big fifth-form boys, who were a sporting and drinking set, soon began to usurp power, and to fag the little boys as if they were praepostors, and to bully and oppress any who showed signs of resistance. The bigger sort of sixth-form boys just described soon made common cause with the fifth, while the smaller sort, hampered by their colleagues' desertion to the enemy, could not make head against them. So the fags were without their lawful masters and protectors, and ridden over rough-shod by a set of boys whom they were not bound to obey, and whose only right over them stood in their bodily powers; and, as old Brooke had prophesied, the house by degrees broke up into small sets and parties, and lost the strong feeling of fellowship which he set so much store by, and with it much of the prowess in games, and the lead in all school matters, which he had done so much to keep up. In no place in the world has individual character more weight than at a public school. Remember this, I beseech you, all you boys who are getting into the upper forms. Now is the time in all your lives, probably, when you may have more wide influence for good or evil on the society you live in, than you ever can have again. Quit yourselves like men, then ; speak up, and strike out if necessary for whatsoever is true, and manly, and lovely, and of good report; never try to i68 THE SHOE BEGINS TO PINCH. be popular, but only to do your duty and help others to do theirs, and you may leave the tone of feeling in the school higher than you found it, and so be doing good, which no living soul can measure, to generations of your countrymen yet unborn. For boys follow one another in herds like sheep, for good or evil ; they hate thinking, and have rarely any settled principles. Every school, indeed, has its own tradi- tionary standard of right and wrong, which cannot be trans- gressed with impunity, marking certain things as low and blackguard, and certain others as lawful and right. This standard is ever varying, though it changes only slowly, and little by little; and, subject only to such standard, it is the leading boys for the time being who give the tone to all the rest, and make the School either a noble institution for the training of Christian Englishmen, or a place where a young boy will get more evil than he would if he were turned out to make his way in London streets, or anything between these two extremes. The change for the worse in the School-house, however, didn't press very heavily on our youngsters for some time; they were in a good bedroom, where slept the only praepostor left who was able to keep thorough order, and their study was in his passage ; so, though they were fagged more or less, and occasionally kicked or cuffed by the bullies, they were on the whole well off; and the fresh brave school-life, so full of games, adventures, and good fellowship, so ready at forgetting, so capacious at enjoying, so bright at forecasting, outweighed a thousandfold their troubles with the master of their form, and the occasional ill-usage of the big boys in the house. It wasn't till some year or so after the events BURSTING POINT, 169 recorded above, that the praepostor of their room and passage left. None of the other sixth-form boys would move into their passage, and, to the disgust and indignation of Tom and East, one morning after breakfast they were seized upon by Flashman, and made to carry down his books and furniture into the unoccupied study which he had taken. From this time they began to feel the weight of the tyranny of Flashman and his friends, and, now that trouble had come home to their own doors, began to look out for sympathizers and partners amongst the rest of the fags ; and meetings of the oppressed began to be held, and murmurs to arise, and plots to be laid, as to how they should free themselves and be avenged on their enemies. While matters were in this state. East and Tom were one evening sitting in their study. They had done their work for first lesson, and Tom was in a brown study, brooding, like a young William Tell, upon the wrongs of fags in general, and his own in particular. " I say. Scud," said he at last, rousing himself to snyfif the candle, "what right have the fifth-form boys to fag us as they do } " " No more right than you have to fag them," answered East, without looking up from an early number of Pickwick, which was just coming out, and which he was luxuriously devouring, stretched on his back on the sofa. Tom relapsed into his brown study, and East went on reading and chuckling. The contrast of the boys' faces would have given infinite amusement to a looker-on, the one so solemn and big with mighty purpose, the other radiant and bubbhng over with fun. I70 WHAT HELP? " Do you know, old fellow, I've been thinking it over a good deal," began Tom again. '' Oh yes, I know, fagging you are thinking of. Hang it all, — but listen here, Tom — here's fun. Mr. Winkle's horse — " "And I've made up my mind," broke in Tom, "that I won't fag except for the sixth." " Quite right, too, my boy," cried East, putting his finger on the place and looking up ; " but a pretty peck of troubles you'll get into, if you're going to play that game. However, I'm all for a strike myself, if we can get others to join — it's getting too bad." " Can't we get some sixth-form fellow to take it up t " asked Tom. "Well, perhaps we might; Morgan would interfere, I think. Only," added East, after a moment's pause, "you see we should have to tell him about it, and that's against School principles. Don't you remember what Old Brooke said about learning to take our own parts } " "Ah, I wish Old Brooke were back again — it was all right in his time." "Why, yes, you see then the strongest and best fellows were in the sixth, and the fifth-form fellows were afraid of them, and they kept good order ; but now our sixth-form fellows are too small, and the fifth don't care for them, and do what they like in the house." " And so we get a double set of masters," cried Tom, indignantly ; " the lawful ones, who are responsible to the Doctor at any rate, and the unlawful — the tyrants, who are responsible to nobody." THE EXPLOSION. 171 *'Down with the tyrants!" cried East; "I'm all for law and order, and hurra for a revolution." " I shouldn't mind if it were only for Young Brooke now," said Tom, "he's such a good-hearted, gentlemanly fellow, and ought to be in the sixth — I'd do anything for him. But that blackguard Flashman, who never speaks to ,pne without a kick or an oath — " " The cowardly brute," broke in East, " how I hate him ! And he knows it too, he knows that you and I think him a coward. What a bore that he's got a study in this passage ! don't you hear them now at supper in his den } Brandy punch going, I'll bet. I wish the Doctor would come out and catch him. We must change our study as soon as we can. " " Change or no change, I'll never fag for him again, " said Tom, thumping the table. "Fa-a-a-ag!" sounded along the passage from Flashman's study. The two boys looked at one another in silence. It had struck nine, so the regular night-fags had left duty, and they were the nearest to the supper-party. East sat up, and began to look comical, as he always did under difficulties. " Fa-a-a-ag ! " again. No answer. " Here, Brown ! East ! you cursed young skulks," roared out Flashman, coming to his open door, " I know you're in — no shirking." Tom stole to their door, and drew the bolts as noiselessly as he could ; East blew out the candle. " Barricade the first," whispered he. " Now, Tom, mind, no surrender." " Trust me for that," said Tom between his teeth. In another minute they heard the supper-party turn out and come down the passage to their door. They held 172 THE SIEGE. their breaths, and heard whispering, of which they only made out Flashman's words, " I know the young brutes are in." Then came summonses to open, which being unanswered, the assault commenced : luckily the door was a good strong oak one, and resisted the united weight of Flashman's party. A pause followed, and they heard a besieger remark, " They're in safe enough — don't you see how the door holds at top and bottom } so the bolts must be drawn. We should have forced the lock long ago." East gave Tom a nudge, to call attention to this scientific remark. Then came attacks on particular panels, one of which at last gave way to the repeated kicks ; but it broke inwards, and the broken pieces got jammed across, the door being lined with green-baize, and couldn't easily be removed from outside ; and the besieged, scorning further concealment, strengthened their defences by pressing the end of their sofa against the door. So, after one or two more ineffectual efforts, Flashman & Co. retired, vowing vengeance in no mild terms. The first danger over, it only remained for the besieged to effect a safe retreat, as it was now near bed-time. They listened intently, and heard the supper party resettle themselves, and then gently drew back first one bolt and then the other. Presently the convivial noises began again steadily. " Now then, stand by for a run," said East, throwing the door wide open and rushing into the passage, closely followed by Tom. They were too quick to be caught, but Flashman was on the look-out, and sent an empty pickle-jar whizzing after them, which narrowly missed Tom's head, and broke into twenty pieces at the end of the passage. *' He wouldn't A COUNSEL OF THE REBELS. 173 mind killing one, if he wasn't caught." said East, as they turned the corner. There was no pursuit, so the two turned into the hall, where they found a knot of small boys round the fire. Their story was told — the war of independence had broken out — who would join the revolutionary forces } Several others present bound themselves not to fag for the fifth form at once. One or two only edged off, and left the rebels. What else could they do } '* I've a good mind to go to the Doctor straight," said Tom. "That'll never do — don't you remember the levy of the School last half.-*" put in another. In fact, the solemn assembly, a levy of the School, had been held, at which the captain of the School had got up, and, after premising that several instances had occurred of matters having been reported to the masters, that this was against public morality and School tradition ; that a levy of the sixth had been held on the subject, and they had resolved that the practice must be stopped at once ; and given out than any boy, in whatever form, who should thenceforth appeal to a master, without having first gone to some praepostor and laid the case before him, should be thrashed publicly, and sent to Coventry. " Well, then, let's try the sixth. Try Morgan," suggested another. "No use" — "Blabbing won't do," was the general feeling. *' I'll give you fellows a piece of advice," said a voice from the end of the hall. They all turned round with a start, and the speaker got up from a bench on which he had been lying unobserved, and gave himself a shake ; he was a big 174 " THE MUCKERr loose-made fellow, with huge limbs which had grown too far through his jacket and trowsers. '* Don't you go to any- body at all — you just stand out ; say you won't fag — they'll soon get tired of licking you. I've tried it on years ago with their fore-runners." " No ! did you ? tell us how it was," cried a chorus of voices, as they clustered round him. "Well, just as it is with you. The fifth form would fag us, and I and some more struck, and we beat 'em. The good fellows left off directly, and the bullies who kept on soon got afraid." "Was Flashman here then.^" " Yes ! and a dirty little snivelling, sneaking fellow he was too. He never dared join us, and used to toady the bullies by offering to fag for them, and peaching against the rest of us." "Why wasn't he cut then.?" said East. "Oh, toadies never get cut, they're too useful. Besides, he has no end of great hampers from home, with wine and game in them ; so he toadied and fed himself into favour." The quarter-to-ten bell now rang, and the small boys went off up-stairs, still consulting together, and praising their new counsellor, who stretched himself out on the bench before the Hall fire again. There he lay, a very queer specimen of boyhood, by name Diggs, and familiarly called "the Mucker." He was young for his size, and a very clever fellow, nearly at the top of the fifth. His friends at home, having regard, I suppose, to his age, and not to his size and place in the School, hadn't put him into tails ; and even his jackets were always too small ; and he had a talent for 777^ MUCKER'S WA V OF LIFE. 175 destroying clothos, and making himself look shabby. He wasn't on terms with Flashman's set, who sneered at his dress and ways behind his back, which he knew, and revenged himself by asking Flashman the most disagreeable questions, and treating him familiarly whenever a crowd of boys were round him. Neither was he intimate with any of the other bigger boys, who were warned off by his oddnesses, for he was a very queer fellow ; besides, amongst other failings, he had that of impecuniosity in a remarkable degree. He brought as much money as other boys to school, but got rid of it in no time, no one knew how. And then, being also reck- less, borrowed from any one, and when his debts accumu- lated and creditors pressed, would have an auction in the Hall of everything he possessed in the world, selling even his school-books, candlestick, and study table. For weeks after one of these auctions, having rendered his study unin- habitable, he would live about in the fifth-form room and Hall, doing his verses on old letter-backs and odd scraps of paper, and learning his lessons no one knew how. He never meddled with any little boy, and was popular with them, though they all looked on him with a sort of com- passion, and called him "poor Diggs," not being able to resist appearances, or to disregard wholly even the sneers of their enemy Flashman. However, he seemed equally indif- ferent to the sneers of big boys and the pity of small ones, and lived his own queer life with much apparent enjoyment to himself. It is necessary to introduce Diggs thus particu- larly, as he not only did Tom and East good service in their present warfare, as is about to be told, but soon afterwards, when he got into the sixth, chose them for his fags, and 176 THE WAR RAGES. excused them from study-fagging, thereby earning unto him- self eternal gratitude from them, and all who are interested in their history. And seldom had small boys more need of a friend, for the morning after the siege the storm burst upon the rebels in all its violence. Flashman laid wait, and caught Tom before second lesson, and receiving a point blank " No," when told to fetch his hat, seized him and twisted his arm, and went through the other methods of torture in use : — " He couldn't make me cry tho'," as Tom said triumphantly to the rest of the rebels, "and I kicked his shins well, I know." And soon it crept out that a lot of the fags were in league, and Flashman excited his associates to join him in bringing the young vagabonds to their senses ; and the house was filled with constant chasings, and sieges, and lickings of all sorts ; and in return, the bullies' beds were pulled to pieces, and drenched with water, and their names written up on the walls with every insulting epithet which the fag invention could furnish. The war in short raged fiercely; but soon, as Diggs had told them, all the better fellows in the fifth gave up trying to fag them, and public feeling began to set against Flashman and his two or three intimates, and they were obliged to keep their doings more secret, but being thorough bad fellows, missed no opportunity of torturing in private. Flashman was an adept in all ways, but above all in the power of saying cutting and cruel things, and could often bring tears to the eyes of boys in this way, which all' the thrashings in the world wouldn't have wrung from them. And as his operations were being cut short in other directions, he now devoted himself chiefly to Tom and East, THE LAST COMBATANTS. 177 who lived at his own door, and w^ould force himself into their study whenever he found a chance, and sit there, some- times alone, and sometimes with a companion, interrupting all their work, and exulting in the evident pain which every now and then he could see he was inflicting on one or the other. The storm had cleared the air for the rest of the house, and a better state of things now began than there had been since Old Brooke had left ; but an angry dark spot of thunder- cloud still hung over the end of the passage, where Flashman's study and that of East and Tom lay. He felt that they had been the first rebels, and that the rebellion had been to a great extent successful ; but what above all stirred the hatred and bitterness of his heart against them was that, in the frequent collisions which there had been of late, they had openly called him coward and sneak, — the taunts were too true to be forgiven. While he was in the act of thrashing them, they would roar out instances of his funking at football, or shirking some encounter with a lout of half his own size. These things were all well enough known in the house, but to have his own disgrace shouted out by small boys, -to feel that they despised him, to be unable to silence them by any amount of torture, and to see the open laugh and sneer of his own associates (who were look- ing on, and took no trouble to hide their scorn from him, though they neither interfered with his bullying or lived a bit the less intimately with him), made him beside himself. Come what might, he would make those boys' lives miserable. So the strife settled down into a personal affair between Flashman and our youngsters ; a war to the knife, to be N 178 THE WEAK TO THE WALL. fought out in the httle cockpit at the end of the bottom passage. Flashman, be it said, was about seventeen years old, and big and strong of his age. He played well at all games where pluck wasn't much wanted, and managed generally to keep up appearances where it was ; and having a bluff off- hand manner, which passed for heartiness, and considerable powers of being pleasant when he liked, went down with the school in general for a good fellow enough. Even in the School-house, by dint of his command of money, the con- stant supply of good things which he kept up, and his adroit toadyism, he had managed to make himself not only tolerated but rather popular amongst his own contemporaries ; although Young Brooke scarcely spoke to him, and one or two others of the right sort showed their opinions of him whenever a chance offered. But the wrong sort happened to be in the ascendant just now, and so Flashman was a formidable enemy for small boys. This soon became plain enough. Flashman left no slander unspoken, and no deed undone, which could in any way hurt his victims, or isolate them from the rest of the house. One by one most of the other rebels fell away from them, while Flashman's cause prospered, and several other fifth-form boys began to look black at them and ill-treat them as they passed about the house. By keeping out of bounds, or at all events out of the house and quadrangle, all day, and carefully barring themselves in at night. East and Tom managed to hold on without feeling very miserable ; but it was as much as they could do. Greatly were they drawn then towards old Diggs, who, in an uncouth way, began to take a good deal of notice of them, and once or twice DIGGS' BANKRUPTCY. 179 came to their study when Flashman was there, who imme- diately decamped in consequence. The boys thought that Diggs must have been watching. When therefore, about this time, an auction was one night announced to take place in the Hall, at which, amongst the superfluities of other boys, all Diggs' Penates for the time being were going to the hammer. East and Tom laid their heads together, and resolved to devote their ready cash (some four shillings sterling) to redeem such articles as that sum would cover. Accordingly, they duly attended to bid, and Tom became the owner of two lots of Diggs* things : — Lot i, price one-and-threepence, consisting (as the auctioneer remarked) of a "valuable assortment of old metals," in the shape of a mouse- trap, a cheese-toaster without a handle, and a saucepan ; Lot 2, of a villanous dirty table-cloth and green-baize curtain : while East, for one-and-sixpence, purchased a leather paper-case, with a lock but no key, once handsome, but now much the worse for wear. But they had still the point to settle, of how to get Diggs to take the things without hurting his feel- ings. This they solved by leaving them in his study, which was never locked when he was out. Diggs, who had attended the auction, remembered who had bought the lots, and came to their study soon after, and sat silent for some time, crack- ing his great red finger-joints. Then he laid hold of their verses, and began looking over and altering them, and at last got up, and tui-ning his back to them, said, " You're uncommon good-hearted little beggars, you two — I value that paper-case ; my sister gave it me last holidays— I won't forget;" and so tumbled out into the passage, leaving them somewhat em- barrassed, but not sorry that he knew what they had done. N 2 1 80 THE DERB Y LO TTER Y. The next morning was Saturday, the day on which the allowances of one shilHng a week were paid, an important event to spendthrift youngsters ; and great was the disgust amongst the small fry, to hear that all the allowances had been impounded for the Derby lottery. That great event in the English year, the Derby, was celebrated at Rugby in those days by many lotteries. It was not an improving custom, I own, gentle reader, and led to making books and betting, and other objectionable results; but when our great Houses of Palaver think it right to stop the nation's business on that day, and many of the members bet heavily themselves, can you blame us boys for following the example of our betters ? — at any rate we did follow it. First there was the great School lottery, where the first prize was six or seven pounds ; then each house had one or more separate lotteries. These were all nominally voluntary, no boy being compelled to put in his shilling who didn't choose to do so ; but besides Flash- man, there were three or four other fast sporting young gentlemen in the School-house, who considered subscription a matter of duty and necessity, and so, to make their duty come easy to the small boys, quietly secured the allowances in a lump when given out for distribution, and kept them. It was no use grumbling, — so many fewer tartlets and apples were eaten and fives'-balls bought on that Saturday; and after locking-up, when the money would otherwise have been spent, consolation was carried to many a small boy, by the sound of the night-fags shouting along the passages, " Gentlemen sports- men of the School-house, the lottery's going to be drawn in the Hall." It was pleasant to be called a gentleman sportsman — also to have a chance of drawing: a favourite horse. GENTLEMEN SPORTSMEN, 1 8 1 The Hall was full of boys, and at the head of one of the long tables stood the sporting interest, with a hat before them, in which were the tickets folded up. One of them then began calling out the list of the house ; each boy as his name was called drew a ticket from the hat and opened it ; and most of the bigger boys, after drawing, left the Hall directly to go back to their studies or the fifth-form room. The sporting interest had all drawn blanks, and they were sulky accordingly ; neither of the favourites had yet been drawn, and it had come down to the upper fourth. So now, as each small boy came up and drew his ticket, it was seized and opened by Flashman, or some other of the standers-by. But no great favourite is drawn until it comes to the Tadpole's turn, and he shuffles up, and draws, and tries to make off, but is caught, and his ticket is opened like the rest. " Here you are ! Wanderer ! the third favourite," shouts the opener. " I say, just give me my ticket, please," remonstrates Tadpole. "Hullo, don't be in a hurry," breaks in Flashman, "what'll you sell Wanderer for, now } " " I don't want to sell," rejoins Tadpole. " Oh, don't you ! Now listen, you young fool — you don't know anything about it ; the horse is no use to you. He won't win, but I want him as a hedge. Now I'll give you half-a-crown for him." Tadpole holds out, but between threats and cajoleries at length sells half for one-shilling-and-sixpence, about a fifth of its fair market value; however, he is glad to realize anything, and as he wisely remarks, " Wanderer mayn't win, and the tizzy is safe anyhow." 1 82 TOM DRA WS THE FA VO URITE. East presently comes up, and draws a blank. Soon after comes Tom's turn ; his ticket, like the others, is seized and opened. " Here you are then," shouts the opener, holding it up : " Harkaway ! By Jove, Flashey, your young friend's in luck." " Give me the ticket," says Flashman with an oath, leaning across the table with open hand, and his face black with rage. " Wouldn't you like it ? " replies the opener, not a bad fellow at the bottom, and no admirer of Flashman. " Here, Brown, catch hold," and he hands the ticket to Tom, who pockets it ; whereupon Flashman makes for the door at once, that Tom and the ticket may not escape, and there keeps watch until the drawing is over, and all the boys are gone, except the sporting set of five or six, who stay to compare books, make bets, and so on ; Tom, who doesn't choose to move while Flashman is at the door, and East, who stays by his friend, anticipating trouble. The sporting set now gathered round Tom. Public opinion wouldn't allow them actually to rob him of his ticket, but any humbug or intimidation by which he could be driven to sell the whole or part at an under value was lawful. "Now, young Brown, come, what'll you sell me Harkaway for } I hear he isn't going to start. I'll give you five shillings for him," begins the boy who had opened the ticket. Tom, remembering his good deed, and moreover in his forlorn state wishing to make a friend, is about to accept the ofTer, when another cries out, " I'll give you seven shillings." Tom hesitated, and looked from one to the other. " No, no ! " said Flashman, pushing in, " leave me to deal I CONSEQUENCES. 183 with him ; we'll draw lots for it afterwards. Now, sir, you know me — you'll sell Harkaway to us for five shillings, or you'll repent it." '* I won't sell a bit of him," answered Tom, shortly. "You hear that now!" said Flashman, turning to the others. " He's the coxiest young blackguard in the house — I always told you so. We're to have all the trouble and risk of getting up the lotteries for the, benefit of such fellows as he." Flashman .forgets to explain what risk they ran, but he speaks to willing ears. Gambling makes boys selfish and cruel as well as men. "That's true, — we always draw blanks," cried one. "Now, sir, you shall sell half, at any rate." " I won't," said Tom, flushing up to his hair, and lumping them all in his mind with his sworn enemy. "Very well then, let's roast him," cried Flashman, and catches hold of Tom by the collar: one or two boys hesitate, but the rest join in. East seizes Tom's arm and tries to pull him away, but is knocked back by one of the boys, and Tom is dragged along struggling. His shoulders are pushed against the mantelpiece, and he is held by main force before the fire, Flashman drawing his trousers tight by way of extra torture. Poor East, in more pain even than Tom, suddenly thinks of Diggs, and darts off to find him. " Will you sell now for ten shillings ? " says one boy who is relenting. Tom only answers by groans and struggles. " I say, Flashey, he has had enough," says the same boy, dropping the arm he holds. "No, no, another turn '11 do it," answers Flashman. But 1 84 ROASTING A FAG. poor Tom is done already, turns deadly pale, and his head falls forward on his breast, just as Diggs, in frantic excite- ment, rushes into the Hall with East at his heels. " You cowardly brutes ! " is all he can say, as he catches Tom from them and supports him to the Hall table. " Good God! he's dying. Here, get some cold water — run for the housekeeper." Flashman and one or two others slink away ; the rest, ashamed and sorry, bend over Tom or run for water, while East darts off for the housekeeper. Water comes, and they THE RESULT. 185 throw it on his .hands and face, and he begins to come to. ''Mother!" — the words came feebly and slowly — ''it's very cold to-night." Poor old Diggs is blubbering like a child. "Where am I?" goes on Tom, opening his eyes. "Ah! I remember now," and he shut his eyes again and groaned. " I say," is whispered, " we can't do any good, and the housekeeper will be here in a minute," and all but one steal away ; he stays with Diggs, silent and sorrowful, and fans Tom's face. The housekeeper comes in with strong salts, and Tom soon recovers enough to sit up. There is a smell of burning ; she examines his clothes, and looks up inquiringly. The boys are silent. "How did he come so.'*" No answer. " There's been some bad work here," she adds, looking very serious, " and I shall speak to the Doctor about it." Still no answer. " Hadn't we better carry him to the sick-room V suggests Diggs. " Oh, I can walk now," says Tom ; and, supported by East and the housekeeper, goes to the sick-room. The boy who held his ground is soon amongst the rest, who are all in fear of their lives. "Did he peach.?" "Does she know about it .<*" " Not a word — he's a staunch little fellow." And pausing a moment, he adds, " I'm sick of this work : what brutes we've been !" Meantime Tom is stretched on the sofa in the housekeeper's room, with East by his side, while she gets wine and water and other restoratives. "Are you much hurt, dear old boy.?" whispers East. 1 86 rOM IN THE SICK-ROOM. " Only the back of my legs," answers Torn. They are indeed badly scorched, and part of his trousers burnt through, m But soon he is in bed with cold bandages. At first he feels broken, and thinks of writing home and getting taken away ; and the verse of a hymn he had learned years ago sings through his head, and he goes to sleep, murmuring — "Where the wicked cease from troubling, And the weary are at rest." But after a sound night's rest, the old boy-spirit comes back again. East comes in reporting that the whole House is with him, and he forgets everything except their old resolve, never to be beaten by that bully Flashman. Not a word could the housekeeper extract from either of them ; and though the Doctor knew all that she knew that morning, he never knew any more. I trust and believe that such scenes are not possible now at school, and that lotteries and betting-books have gone out ; but I am writing of schools as they were in our time, and must give the evil with the good. TOM'S RECOVERY. 187 CHAPTER IX. A CHAPTER OF ACCIDENTS. "Wherein I [speak] of most disastrous chances. Of moving accidents by flood and field. Of hair-breadth 'scapes." — Shakspeare. HEN Tom came back into school after a couple of days in the sick-room, he found matters much changed for the better, as East had led him to expect. Flashman's I brutality had disgusted most even of his intimate friends, and his cowardice had once more been made plain to the House ; for Diggs had encountered him on the morning after the lottery, and after high words on both sides had struck him, and the blow was not returned. However, Flashey was not unused to this sort of 1 88 RULE BREAKING. thing, and had lived through as awkward affairs before, and, as Diggs had said, fed and toadied himself back into favour again. Two or three of the boys who had helped to roast Tom came up and begged his pardon, and thanked him for not telling anything. Morgan sent for him, and was inclined to take the matter up warmly, but Tom begged him not to do it ; to which he agreed, on Tom's promising to come to him at once in future — a promise which I regret to say he didn't keep. Tom kept Harkaway all to himself, and won the second prize in the lottery, some thirty shillings, which he and East contrived to spend in about three days, in the pur- chase of pictures for their study, two new bats and a cricket- ball, all the best that could be got, and a supper of sausages, kidneys, and beef-steak pies to all the rebels. Light com.e, light go ; they wouldn't have beeii comfortable with money in their pockets in the middle of the half. The embers of Flashman's wrath, however, were still smoul- dering, and burst out every now and then in sly blows and taunts, and they both felt that they hadn't quite done with him yet. It wasn't long, however, before the last act of that drama came, and with it, the end of bullying for Tom and East at Rugby. They now often stole out into the Hall at nights, incited thereto, partly by the hope of finding Diggs there and having a talk with him, partly by the excitement of doing something which was against rules ; for, sad to say, both of our youngsters, since their loss of character for steadi- ness in their form, had got into the habit of doing things which were forbidden, as a matter of adventure; just in the same way, I should fancy, as men fall into smuggling, and for the same sort of reasons, — thoughtlessness in the first RULE BREAKING. 189 place. It never occurred to them to consider why such and such rules were laid down : the reason was nothing to them, and they only looked upon rules as a sort of challenge from the rule-makers, which it would be rather bad pluck in them not to accept; and then again, in the lower parts of the school, they hadn't enough to do. The work of the form they could manage to get through pretty easily, keeping a good enough place to get their regular yearly remove ; and not having much ambition beyond this, their whole superfluous steam was available for games and scrapes. Now, one rule of the House which it was a daily pleasure of all such boys to break, was that after supper all fags, except the three on duty in the passages, should remain in their own studies until nine o'clock ; and if caught about the passages or Hall, or in one another's studies, they were liable to punishments or caning. The rule was stricter than its observance ; for most of the sixth spent their evenings in the fifth-form room, where the library was, and the lessons were learnt in common. Every now and then, however, a praepostor would be seized with a fit of district visiting, and would make a tour of the passages and Hall, and the fags' studies. Then, if the .owner were entertaining a friend or two, the first kick at the door and ominous " Open here " had the effect of the shadow of a hawk over a chicken-yard ; every one cut to cover — one small boy diving under the sofa, another under the table, while the owner would hastily pull down a book or two and open them, and cry out in a meek voice, "Hullo, who's there.''" casting an anxious eye round, to see that no protruding leg or elbow could betray the hidden boys. " Open, sir, directly; it's Snooks." "Oh, I'm very sorry; I didn't know it was you. Snooks;" and I90 THE BRUISED WORM WILL TURN. then, with well-feigned zeal, the door would be opened, young Hopeful praying that that beast Snooks mightn't have heard the scuffle caused by his coming. If a study was empty. Snooks proceeded to draw the passages and Hall to find the truants. Well, one evening, in forbidden hours, Tom and East were in the Hall. They occupied the seats before the fire nearest the door, while Diggs sprawled as usual before the further fire. He was busy with a copy of verses, and East and Tom were chatting together in whispers by the light of the fire, and splicing a favourite old fives'-bat which had sprung. Presently a step came down the bottom passage ; they listened a moment, assured themselves that it wasn't a praepostor, and then went on with their work, and the door swung open, and in walked Flashman. He didn't see Diggs, and thought it a good chance to keep his hand in ; and as the boys didn't move for him, struck one of them, to make them get out of his way. " What's that for } " growled the assaulted one. " Because I choose. You've no business here ; go to your study." " You can't send us." " Can't I } Then I'll thrash you if you stay," said Flash- man, savagely. "■ I say, you two," said Diggs, from the end of the Hall, rousing up and resting himself on his elbow, " you'll never get rid of that fellow till you lick him. Go in at him, both of you — I'll see fair play." Flashman was taken aback, and retreated two steps. East looked at Tom. *' Shall we try } " said he. " Yes," said Tom, desperately. So the two advanced on Flashman, with clenched ACCOUNTS SQUARED WITH FLASHMAN. 191 fists and beating hearts. They were about up to his shoulder, but tough boys of their age, and in perfect training ; while he, though strong and big, was in poor condition from his monstrous habit of stuffing and want of exercise. Coward as he was, however, Flashman couldn't swallow such an insult as this ; besides, he was confident of having easy work, and so faced the boys, saying, " You impudent young blackguards ! " — Before he could finish his abuse, they rushed in on him, and began pummelling at all of him which they could reach. He hit out wildly and savagely, but the full force of his blows didn't tell, they were too near him. It was long odds, though, in point of strength, and in another minute Tom went spinning backwards over a form, and Flashman turned to demolish East, with a savage grin. But now Diggs jumped down from the table on which he had seated himself. *' Stop there," shouted he, " the round's over — half minute time allowed." "■ What the is it to you } " faltered Flashman, who began to lose heart. " I'm going to see fair, I tell you," said Diggs with a grin, and snapping his great red fingers ; " 'tain't fair for you to be fighting one of them at a time. Are you ready. Brown } Time's up." The small boys rushed in again. Closing they saw was their best chance, and Flashman was wilder and more flurried than ever : he caught East by the throat, and tried to force him back on the iron-bound table ; Tom grasped his waist, and, remembering the old throw he had learned in the Vale from Harry Winburn, crooked his leg inside Flashman's, and threw his whole weight forward. The three tottered for a 192 ACCOUNTS SQUARED WITH FLASHMAN. moment, and then over they went on to the floor, Flashman striking his head against a form in the Hall. The two youngsters sprang to their legs, but he lay there still. They began to be frightened. Tom stooped down, and then cried out, scared out of his wits, " He's bleeding awfully ; come here, East, Diggs, — he's dying ! " " Not he," said Diggs, getting leisurely off the table ; " it's all sham. — he's only afraid to fight it out." East was as frightened as Tom. Diggs lifted Flash man's head, and he groaned. "What's the matter.?" shouted Diggs. " My skull's fractured," sobbed Flashman. " Oh, let me run for the housekeeper," cried Tom. " What shall we do?" " Fiddlesticks ! it's nothing but the skin broken," said the relentless Diggs, feeling his head. " Cold water and a bit of rag's all he'll want." " Let me go," said Flashman, surlily, sitting up ; "I don't want your help." *' We're really very sorry," began East. " Hang your sorrow," answered Flashman, holding his handkerchief to the place ; " you shall pay for this, I can tell you, both of you." And he walked out of the Hall. "He can't be very bad," said Tom with a deep sigh, much relieved to see his enemy march so well. " Not he," said Diggs, " and you'll see you won't be troubled with him any more. But, I say, your head's broken too — your collar is covered with blood." " Is it, though } " said Tom, putting up his hanrl ; " I didn't know it." Ox Ph' ■ , PENALTIES OF WAR. 193 " Well, mop it up, or you'll have your jacket spoilt And you have got a nasty eye. Scud ; you'd better go and bathe it well in cold water." " Cheap enough too, if we've done Avith our old friend Flashey," said East, as they made off upstairs to bathe their wounds. They had done with Flashman in one sense, for he never laid finger on either of them again ; but whatever harm a spiteful heart and venomous tongue could do them, he took care should be done. Only throw dirt enough, and some of it is sure to stick ; and so it was with the fifth form and the bigger boys in general, with whom he associated more or less, and they not at all. Flashman managed to get Tom and East into disfavour, w^hich did not wear off for some time after the author of it had disappeared from the School world. This event, much prayed for by the small fry in general, took place a few months after the above encounter. One fine summer evening Flashman had been regaling himself on gin-punch, at I Brownsover; and, having exceeded his usual limits, started home uproarious. He fell in with a friend or two coming back from bathing, proposed a glass of beer, to which they assented, the weather being hot, and they thirsty souls, and unaware of the quantity of drink which Flashman had already on board. The short result was, that Flashey became beastly drunk ; they tried to get him along, but couldn't ; so they chartered a hurdle and two men to carry him. One of the masters came upon them, and they naturally enough fled. The flight of the rest raised the master's suspicions, and the good angel of the fags incited him to examine the freight, and, after examination, to convoy the hurdle himself up to the O 194 FATE OF LIBERATORS. School-house ; and the Doctor, who had long had his eye on Flashman, arranged for his withdrawal next morning. The evil that men, and boys too, do, lives after them : Flashman was gone, but our boys, as hinted above, still felt the effects of his hate. Besides, they had been the movers of the strike against unlawful fagging. The cause was righteous — the result had been triumphant to a great extent ; but the best of the fifth, even those who had never fagged the small boys, or had given up the practice cheerfully, couldn't help feeling a small grudge against the first rebels. After all, their form had been defied — on just grounds, no doubt ; so just, indeed, that they had at once acknowledged the wrong, and remained passive in the strife ; had they sided with Flashman and his set, the rebels must have given way at once. They couldn't help, on the whole, being glad that they had so acted, and that the resistance had been successful against such of their own form as had shown fight ; they felt that law and order had gained thereby, but the ringleaders they couldn't quite pardon at once. " Confoundedly coxy those young rascals will get, if we don't mind," was the general feeling. So it is, and must be always, my dear boys. If the Angel Gabriel were to come down from heaven, and head a suc- cessful rise against the most abominable and unrighteous vested interest which this poor old world groans under, he would most certainly lose his character for many years, pro- bably for centuries, not only with the upholders of said vested interest, but with the respectable mass of the people whom he had delivered. They wouldn't ask him to dinner, or let their names appear with his in the papers; they would be FA TE OF LIBERA 7 ORS. i95 very careful how they spoke of him in the Palaver, or at their clubs. What can we expect, then, when we have only poor gallant blundering men like Kossuth, Garibaldi, Mazzini, and righteous causes which do not triumph in their hands ; men who have holes enough in their armour, God knows, easy to be hit by respectabilities sitting in their lounging chairs, and having large balances at their bankers'? But you are brave gallant boys, who hate easy-chairs, and have no balances or bankers. You only want to have your heads set straight, to take the right side : so bear in mind that majorities, espe- cially respectable ones, are nine times out of ten in the wrong ; and that if you see a man or boy striving earnestly on the weak side, however wrong-headed or blundering he may be, you are not to go and join the cry against him. If you can't join him and help him, and make him wiser, at any rate remember that he has found something in the world which he will fight and sufifer for, which is just what you have got to do for yourselves ; and so think and speak of him tenderly. So East and Tom, the Tadpole, and one or two more became a sort of young Ishmaelites, their hands against every one, and every one's hand against them. It has been already told how they got to war with the masters and the fifth form, and with the sixth it was much the same. They saw the praepostors cowed by or joining with the fifth, and shirking their own duties ; so they didn't respect them, and rendered no willing obedience. It had been one thing to clean out studies for sons of heroes like Old Brooke, but was quite another to do the like for Snooks and Green, who had never faced a good scrummage at football, and couldn't keep the O 2 196 THE ISHMAELITES. passages in order at night. So they only slurred through their fagging just well enough to escape a licking, and not always that, and got the character of sulky, unwilling fags. In the fifth-form room, after supper, when such matters were often dis- cussed and arranged, their names were for ever coming up. "I say, Green," Snooks began one night, "isn't that new boy, Harrison, your fag t " "Yes; why.?" " Oh, I know something of him at home, and should like to excuse him — will you swop } " " Who will you give me ?'" "Well, let's see, there's WilHs, Johnson — No, that won't do. Yes, I have it — there's young East ; I'll give you him." " Don't you wish you may get it t " replied Green. " I'll give you two for Willis, if you like." " Who, then t " asks Snooks. "Hall and Brown." "Wouldn't have 'em at a gift." " Better than East, though ; for they ain't quite so sharp," said Green, getting up and leaning his back against the mantel- piece — he wasn't a bad fellow, and couldn't help not being able to put down the unruly fifth form. His eye twinkled as he went on, " Did I ever tell you how the young vagabond sold me last half.? " " No— how } " "Well, he never half cleaned my study out, only just stuck the candlesticks in the cupboard, and swept the crumbs on to the floor. So at last I was mortal angry, and had him up, and made him go through the whole performance under my eyes : the dust the young scamp made nearly choked me, THE ISHMAELITES. 197 and showed that he hadn't swept the carpet before. Well, when it was all finished, 'Now, young gentleman,' says I, 'mind, I expect this to be done every morning, — floor swept, table-cloth taken off and shaken, and everything dusted.' Very well,' grunts he. Not a bit of it, though — I was quite ure in a day or two that he never took the table-cloth off even. So I laid a trap for him : I tore up some paper and put half-a-dozen bits on my table one night, and the cloth over them as usual. Next morning, after breakfast, up I came, pulled off the cloth, and sure enough there was the paper, which fluttered down on to the floor, I was in a towering rage. ' I've got you now,' thought I, and sent for him, while I got out my cane. Up he came, as cool as you please, with his hands in his pockets. 'Didn't I tell you to shake my table-cloth every morning .'' ' roared I. ' Yes, says he. ' Did you do it this morning } ' ' Yes.' * You young liar! I put these pieces of paper on the table last night, and if you'd taken the table-cloth off you'd have seen them, so I'm going to give you a good licking.' Then my youngster takes one hand out of his pocket, and just stoops down and picks up two of the bits of paper, and holds them out to me. There was written on each, in great round text, ' Harry East, his mark.' The young rogue had found my trap out, taken away my paper, and put some of his there, every bit ear- marked. I'd a great mind to lick him for his impudence, but after all one has no right to be laying traps, so I didn't. Of course I was at his mercy till the end of the half, and in his weeks my study was so frowsy, I couldn't sit in it." " They spoil one's things so, too," chimed in a third boy. " Hall and Brown were night-fags last week : I called fag. 198 MISFORTUNE THICKENS. and gave them my candlesticks to clean ; away they went, and didn't appear again. When they'd had time enough to clean them three times over, I went out to look after them. They weren't in the passages, so down I went into the Hall^ where I heard music, and there I found them sitting on the table, listening to Johnson, who was playing the flute, and my candlesticks stuck between the bars well into the fire^ red-hot, clean-spoiled ; they've never stood straight since, and I must get some more. However, I gave them both a good licking ; that's one comfort." Such were the sort of scrapes they were always getting into : and so, partly by their own faults, partly from circum- stances, partly from the faults of others, they found themselves outlaws, ticket-of-leave men, or what you will in that line : in short, dangerous parties, and lived the sort of hand-to-mouth, wild, reckless life which such parties generally have to put up with. Nevertheless, they never quite lost favour with Young Brooke, who was now the cock of the House, and just getting into the sixth ; and Diggs stuck to them like a man, and gave them store of good advice, by which they never in the least profited. And even after the House mended, and law and order had been restored, which soon happened after young Brooke and Diggs got into the sixth, they couldn't easily or at once return into the paths of steadiness, and many of the old wild out-of-bounds habits stuck to them as firmly as ever. While they had been quite little boys, the scrapes they got into in the School hadn't much mattered to any one; but now they were in the upper school, all wrong-doers from which were sent up straight to the Doctor at once : so they began to THE A VON. 199 come under his notice; and as they were a sort of leaders in a small way amongst their own contemporaries, his eye, which was everywhere, was upon them. It was a toss-up whether they turned out well or ill, and so they were just the boys who caused most anxiety to such a master. You have been told of the first occasion on which they were sent up to the Doctor, and the remembrance of it was so pleasant, that they had much less fear of him than most boys of their standing had. ''It's all his look," Tom used to say to East, "that frightens fellows; don't you re- member, he never said anything to us my iirst half-year, for being an hour late for locking up ? " The next time that Tom came before him, however, the interview was of a very different kind. It happened just about the time at which we have now arrived, and was the first of a series of scrapes into which our hero managed now to tumble. The river Avon at Rugby is a slow and not very clear stream, in which chub, dace, roach, and other coarse fish are (or were) plentiful enough, together with a fair sprinkling of small jack, but no fish worth sixpence either for sport or food. It is, however, a capital river for bathing, as it has many nice small pools and several good reaches for swimming, all within about a mile of one another, and at an easy twenty minutes' walk from the school. This mile of water is rented, or used to be rented, for bathing purposes, by the Trustees of the School, for the boys. The footpath to Brownsover crosses the river by "the Planks," a curious old single-plank bridge, running for fifty or sixty yards into the flat meadows on each side of the river, — for in the winter there are frequent floods. 200 DISPUTED RIGHTS OF FISHING. Above the Planks were the bathing places for the smaller boys, — Sleath's, the first bathing place where all new boys had to begin, until they had proved to the bathing men (three steady individuals who were paid to attend daily through the summer to prevent accidents) that they could swim pretty decently, when they were allowed to go on to Anstey's, about one hundred and fifty yards below. Here there was a hole about six feet deep and twelve feet across, over which the puffing urchins struggled to the opposite side, and thought no small beer of themselves, for having been out of their depths. Below the Planks came larger and deeper holes, the first of which was Wratislaw's, and the last Swift's, a famous hole, ten or twelve feet deep in parts, and thirty yards across, from which there was a fine swimming reach right down to the Mill. Swift's was reserved for the sixth and fifth forms, and had a spring-board and two sets of steps : the others had one set of steps each, and were used indifferently by all the lower boys, thaugh each House addicted itself more to one hole than to another. The School-house at this time affected Wratislaw's hole, and Tom and East, who had learnt to swim like fishes, were to be found there as regular as the clock tlirough the summer, always, twice, and often three times, a day. Now the boys either had, or fancied they had,, a right also to *fish at their pleasure over the whole of this part of the river, and would not understand that the right (if any) only extended to the Rugby side. As ill luck would have it, the gentleman who owned the opposite bank, after allowing it for some time without interference, had ordered his keepers not to let the boys fish on his side; the consequence of which DISPUTED RIGHTS OF FISHING. 201 had been, that there had been first wranghngs and then fights between the keepers and boys ; and so keen had the quarrel become, that the landlord and his keepers, after a duck- ing had been inflicted on one of the latter, and a fierce fight ensued thereon, had been up to the great school at calling-over to identify the delinquents, and it was all the Doctor himself and five or six masters could do to keep the peace. Not even his authority could prevent the hissing, and so strong was the feeling, that the four praepostors of the week walked up the school with their canes, shouting s-s-s-s-i-lenc-c-c-c-e at the top of their voices. However, the chief offenders for the time were flogged and kept in bounds, but the victorious party had brought a nice hornet's nest about their ears. The landlord was hissed at the School-gates as he rode past,Tand when he charged his horse at the mob of boys, and tried to thrash them with his whip, was driven back by cricket bats and wickets, and pursued with pebbles and fives'-balls ; while the wretched keepers' lives were a burthen to them, from having to watch the waters so closely. The School-house boys of Tom's standing, one and all, as a protest against this tyranny and cutting short of their lawful amusements, took to fishing in all ways, and especially by means of night-lines. The little tackle-maker at the bottom of the town would soon have made his fortune had the rage lasted, and several of the barbers began to lay in fishing- tackle. The boys had this great advantage over their enemies, that they spent a large portion of the day in nature's garb by the river side, and so, when tired of swimming, would get out on the other side and fish, or set night-lines till the keeper hove in sight, and then plunge in and swim back and mix 202 CHAFFING A KEEPER. with the other bathers, and the keepers were too wise to follow across the stream. While things were in this state, one day Tom and three or four others were bathing at Wratislaw's, and had, as a matter of course, been taking up and resetting night-lines. They had all left the water, and were sitting or standing about at their toilets, in all costumes from a shirt upwards, when they were aware of a man in a velveteen shooting-coat ap- proaching from the other side. He was a new keeper, so they didn't recognise or notice him, till he pulled up right opposite, and began : — '' I see'd some of you young gentlemen over this side a fishing just now." " Hullo, who are you t what business is that of yours, old Velveteens 1 " " I'm the new under-keeper, and master's told me to keep a sharp look-out on all o' you young chaps. And I tells ee I means business, and you'd better keep on your own side, or we shall fall out." "Well, that's right. Velveteens — speak out, and let's know your mind at once." ''Look here, old boy," cried East, holding up a miserable coarse fish or two and a small jack, "would you like to smell 'em and see which bank they lived under.?" " I'll give you a bit of advice, keeper," shouted Tom, who was sitting in his shirt paddling with his feet in the river ; "you'd better go down there to Swift's, where the big boys are ; they're beggars at setting lines, and '11 put you up to a wrinkle or two for catching the five-pounders." Tom was nearest to the keeper, and that officer, who was getting angry CHAFFING A KEEPER, 203 at the chaff, fixed his eyes on our hero, as if to take a note of him for future use. Tom returned his gaze with a steady stare, and then broke into a laugh, and struck into the middle of a favourite School-house song — As I and my companions Were setting of a snare, The gamekeeper was watching us, For him we did not care : For we can wrestle and fight, my boys, And jump out anywhere. For it's my delight of a likely night, In the season of the year. The chorus was taken up by the other boys with shouts of laughter, and the keeper turned away with a grunt, but evidently bent on mischief. The boys thought no more of the matter. But now came on the May-fly season : the soft hazy summer weather lay sleepily along the rich meadows by Avon side, and the green and grey flies flickered with their graceful lazy up-and-down flight over the reeds and the water and the meadows, in myriads upon myriads. The May-flies must surely be the lotus-eaters of the ephemerae ; the happiest, laziest, carelessest fly that dances and dreams out his few hours of sunshiny life by English rivers. Every little pitiful coarse fish in the Avon was on the alert for the flies, and gorging his wretched carcase with hundreds daily, the gluttonous rogues ! and every lover of the gentle craft was out to avenge the poor May-flies. So one fine Thursday afternoon, Tom having borrowed East's new rod, started by himself to the river. He fished for some time with small success : not a fish would rise at him ; but as he prowled along the bank, he was presently aware of 204 THE RETURN MATCH WITH VELVETEENS. mighty ones feeding in a pool on the opposite side, under the shade of a huge willow-tree. The stream was deep here, but some fifty yards below was a shallow, for which he made off hot-foot ; and forgetting landlords, keepers, solemn prohibitions of the Doctor, and everything else, pulled up his trousers, plunged across, and in three minutes was creeping along on all- fours towards the clump of willows. It isn't often that great chub, or any other coarse fish, are in earnest about anything, but just then they were thoroughly bent on feeding, and in half-an-hour Master Tom had deposited three thumping fellows at the foot of the giant willow. As he was baiting for a fourth pounder, and just going to throw in again, he became aware of a man coming up the bank not one hundred yards off. Another look told him that it was the under-keeper. Could he reach the shallow before him 1 No, not carrying his rod. Nothing for it but the tree, so Tom laid his bones to it, shinning up as fast as he could, and dragging up his rod after him. He had just time to reach and crouch along upon a huge branch some ten feet up, which stretched out over the river, when the keeper arrived at the clump. Tom's heart beat fast as he came under the tree ; two steps more and he would have passed, when, as ill-luck would have it, the gleam on the scales of the dead fish caught his eye, and he made a dead point at the foot of the tree. He picked up the fish one by one ; his eye and touch told him that they had been alive and feeding within the hour. Tom crouched lower along the branch, and heard the keeper beating the clump. " If I could only get the rod hidden," thought he, and began gently shifting it to get it alongside of him ; " willow-trees don't throw out straight hickory shoots 'lA^,/ #^^|'\ TOM I.)I8L.()V1:KKI) HV VKLVKIKKN^ THE RETURN MATCH WITH VELVETEENS. 205 twelve feet long, with no leaves, worse luck." Alas ! the keeper catches the rustle, and then a sight of the rod, and then of Tom's hand and arm. '^ Oh, be up ther' be ee .'' " says he, running under the tree. " Now you come down this minute." " Tree'd at last," thinks Tom, making no answer, and keeping as close as possible, but working away at the rod, which he takes to pieces : '' I'm in for it, unless I can starve him out." And then he begins to meditate getting along the branch for a plunge, and scramble to the other side ; but the small branches are so thick, and the opposite bank so difficult, that the keeper will have lots of time to get round by the ford before he can get out, so he gives that up. And now he hears the keeper beginning to scramble up the trunk. That will never do ; so he scrambles himself back to where his branch joins the trunk, and stands with lifted rod. " Hullo, Velveteens, mind your fingers if you come any higher ! " The keeper stops and looks up, and then with a grin says, " Oh ! be you, be it, young measter } Well, here's luck. Now I tells ee to come down at once, and 't'll be best for ee " " Thank ee. Velveteens, I'm very comfortable," said Tom, shortening the rod in his hand, and preparing for battle. *'Werry well, please yourself," says the keeper, descending however to the ground again, and taking his seat on the bank ; " I bean't in no hurry, so you may take your time. I'll larn ee to gee honest folk names afore I've done with ee." " My luck as usual," thinks Tom ; " what a fool I was to give him a black. If I'd called him 'keeper' now, I might get off. The return match is all his way." 2o6 VELVETEENS WELL IN. The keeper quietly proceeded to take out his pipe, fill and light it, keeping an eye on Tom, who now sat disconsolately across the branch, looking at keeper — a pitiful sight for men and fishes. The more he thought of it the less he liked it. '' It must be getting near second calling-over," thinks he. Keeper smokes on stolidly. " If he takes me up, I shall be flogged safe enough. I can't sit here all night. Wonder if he'll rise at silver." " I say, keeper," said he meekly, " let me go for two bob .? " , " Not for twenty neither," grunts his persecutor. And so they sat on till long past second calling-over, and the sun came slanting in through the willow-branches, and telling of locking-up near at hand. *' I'm coming down, keeper," said Tom at last, with a sigh, fairly tired out. " Now, what are you going to do t " " Walk ee up to School, and give ee over to the Doctor ; them's my orders," says Velveteens, knocking the ashes out of his fourth pipe, and standing up and shaking himself. "Very good," said Tom; *"but hands off, you know. I'll go with you quietly, so no collaring or that sort of thing." Keeper looked at him a minute — "Werry good," said he at last ; and so Tom descended, and wended his way drearily by the side of the keeper up to the School-house, where they arrived just at locking-up. As they passed the School-gates, the Tadpole and several others who were standing there caught the state of things, and rushed out, crying " Rescue ! " but Tom shook his head, so they only followed to the Doctor's gate, and went back sorely puzzled. VELVETEENS' REVENGE. 207 How changed and stern the Doctor seemed from the last time that Tom was up there, as the keeper told the story, not omitting to state how Tom had called him blackguard names. " Indeed, sir," broke in the culprit, " it was only Velveteens." The Doctor only asked one question. " You know the rule about the banks. Brown } " "Yes, sir." *'Then wait for me to-morrow, after first lesson." " I thought so," muttered Tom. *' And about the rod, sir .'' " went on the keeper. " Master's told we as we might have all the rods " "Oh, please, sir," broke in Tom, "the rod isn't mine." The Doctor looked puzzled, but the keeper, who was a good- hearted fellow, and melted at Tom's evident distress, gave up his claim. Tom was flogged next morning, and a few days afterwards met Velveteens, and presented him with half-a-crown for giving up the rod claim, and they became sworn friends ; and I regret to say that Tom had many more fish from under the willow that May-fly season, and was never caught again by Velveteens. It wasn't three weeks before Tom, and now East by his side, were again in the awful presence. This time, however, the Doctor was not so terrible. A few days before, they had been fagged at fives to fetch the balls that went ofl* the Court. While standing watching the game, they saw five or six nearly new balls hit on the top of the School. "I say, Tom," said East, when they were dismissed, "couldn't we get those balls somehow } " "Let's try, anyhow." So they reconnoitred the walls carefully, borrowed a coal 2o8 MORE SCRAPES. hammer from old Stumps, bought some big nails, and after one or two attempts scaled the Schools, and possessed themselves of huge quantities of fives'-balls. The place pleased them so much that they spent all their spare time there, scratching and cutting their names on the top of every tower; and at last, having exhausted all other places, finished up with inscribing H. East, 'T. Brown, on the minute-hand of the great clock. In the doing of which, they held the minute- hand, and disturbed the clock's economy. So next morning, when masters and boys came trooping down to prayers, and entered the quadrangle, the injured minute-hand was indicating three minutes to the hour. They all pulled up, and took their time. When the hour struck, doors were closed, and half the School late. Thomas being set to make inquiry, discovers their names on the minute-hand, and reports accordingly; and they are sent for, a knot of their friends making derisive and pantomimic allusions to what their fate will be, as they walk off. But the Doctor, after hearing their story, doesn't make much of it, and only gives them thirty lines of Homer to learn by heart, and a lecture on the likelihood of such ex- ploits ending in broken bones. Alas ! almost the next day was one of the great fairs in the town ; and as several rows and other disagreeable acci- dents had of late taken place on these occasions, the Doctor gives out, after prayers in the morning, that no boy is to go down into the town. Wherefore East and Tom, for no earthly pleasure except that of doing what they are told not to do, start away, after second lesson, and making a short circuit through the fields, strike a back lane which leads into the MORE SCRAPES. 209 town, go down it, and run plump upon one of the masters as they emerge into the High Street. The master in question, though a very clever, is not a righteous man : he has already caught several of his own pupils, and gives them lines to learn, while he sends East and Tom, who are not his pupils, up to the Doctor ; who, on learning that they had been at prayers in the morning, flogs them soundly. The flogging did them no good at the time, for the injustice of their captor was rankling in their minds; but it was just the end of the half, and on the next evening but one Thomas knocks at their door, and says the Doctor wants to see them. They look at one another in silent dismay. What can it be now } Which of their countless wrong-doings can he have heard of officially ^ However, it's no use delaying, so up they go to the study. There they find the Doctor, not angry, but very grave. " He has sent for them to speak to very seriously before they go home. They have each been flogged several times in the half-year for direct and wilful breaches of rules. This cannot go on. They are doing no good to themselves or others, and now they are getting up in the School, and have influence. They seem to think that rules are made capriciously, and for the pleasure of the masters ; but this is not so, they are made for the good of the whole School, and must and shall be obeyed. Those who thought- lessly or wilfully break them will not be allowed to stay at the School. He should be sorry if they had to leave, as the School might do them both much good, and wishes them to think very seriously in the holidays over what he has said. Good night." And so the two hurry off" horribly scared : the idea of p 2IO THE DOCTOR REIGNING. having to leave has never crossed their minds and is quite unbearable. As they go out, they meet at the door old Holmes, a sturdy cheery praepostor of another house, who goes into the Doctor ; and they hear his genial hearty greeting of the new-comer, so different to their own reception, as the door closes, and return to their study with heavy hearts, and tremendous resolves to break no more rules. Five minutes afterwards the master of their form, a late arrival and a model young master, knocks at the Doctor's study-door. " Come in ! " and as he enters the Doctor goes on to Holmes — "you see I do not know anything of the case officially ; and if I take any notice of it at all, I must publicly expel the boy. I don't wish to do that, for I think there is some good in him. There's nothing for it but a good sound thrashing." He paused to shake hands with the master, which Holmes does also, and then prepares to leave. " I understand. Good night, sir." " Good night. Holmes. And remember," added the Doctor, emphasizing the words, ''a good sound thrashing before the whole house." The door closed on Holmes ; and the Doctor, in answer to the puzzled look of his lieutenant, explained shortly. " A gross case of bullying. Wharton, the head of the house, is a very good fellow, but slight and weak, and severe physical pain is the only way to deal with such a case ; so I have asked Holmes to take it up. He is very careful and trustworthy, and has plenty of strength. I wish all the sixth had as much. We must have it here, if we are to keep order at all." THE DOCTOR REIGNING. 211 Now, I don't want any w^iseacres to read this book ; but if they should, of course they will prick up their long ears, and howl, or rather bray, at the above story. Very good, I don't object ; but what I have to add for you boys is this, that Holmes called a levy of his house after breakfast next morning, made them a speech on the case of bullying in question, and then gave the bully a " good sound thrashing ; " and that years afterwards, that boy sought out Holmes, and thanked him, saying it had been the kindest act which had ever been done upon him, and the turning-point in his character ; and a very good fellow he became, and a credit to his School. After some other talk between them, the Doctor said, " I want to speak to you about two boys in your form. East and Brown : I have just been speaking to them. What do you think of them } " "Well, they are not hard workers, and very thoughtless and full of spirits — but I can't help liking them. I think they are sound good fellows at the bottom." " I 'm glad of it. I think so too. But they make me very uneasy. They are taking the lead a good deal amongst the fags in my house, for they are very active, bold fellows. I should be sorry to lose them, but I shan't let them stay if I don't see them gaining character and manliness. In another year they may do great harm to all the younger boys." "Oh, I hope you won't send them away," pleaded their master. " Not if I can help it. But now I never feel sure, after any half-holiday, that I shan't have to flog one of them nex t morning, for some foolish, thoughtless scrape. I quite dread seeing either of them." P 2 212 THE DOCTOR REIGNING. They were both silent for a minute. Presently the Doctor began again : — " They don't feel that they have any duty or work to do in the School, and how is one to make them feel it ? " " I think if either of them had some little boy to take care of, it would steady them. Brown is the most reckless of the two, I should say ; East wouldn't get into so many scrapes without him." " Well," said the Doctor, with something like a sigh, " I'll think of it." And they went on to talk of other subjects. TOM BROWN'S SCHOOL DAYS. PART II. "I [hold] it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things." Tennyson. CHAPTER I. HOW THE TIDE TURNED. Once to everj' man and nation, comes the moment to decide, In the strife of Truth with Falsehood, for the good or evil side: Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside. Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified." Lowell. HE turning-point in our hero's school career had now come, and the man- ner of it was as follows. On the evening of the first day of the next half-year, Tom, East, and another School- house boy, who had just been dropped at the Spread Eagle by the old Regulator, rushed into the matron's room in high spirits, such as all real boys are in when they first get back, however fond they may be of home. 2 1 6 BLA CK MONDA V. " Well, Mrs. Wixle," shouted one, seizing on the methodical active little dark-eyed woman, who was busy stowing away the linen of the boys who had already arrived into their several pigeon-holes, '' here we are again, you see, as jolly as ever. Let us help you put the things away." "And, Mary," cried another (she was called indifferently by either name), " who's come back ? Has the Doctor made old Jones leave ? How many new boys are there } " ** Am I and East to have Gray's study ? You know you promised to get it for us if you could," shouted Tom. " And am I to sleep in Number 4 } " roared East. " How's old Sam, and Bogle, and Sally } " "Bless the boys!" cries Mary, at last getting in a word, " why, you'll shake me to death. There, now do go away up to the housekeeper's room and get your suppers ; you know I haven't time to talk — you'll find plenty more in the house. Now, Master East, do let those things alone — you're mixing up three new boys' things." And she rushed at East, who escaped round the open trunks holding up a prize. " Hullo, look here. Tommy," shouted he, " here's fun ! " and he brandished above his head some pretty little night- caps, beautifully made and marked, the work of loving fingers in some distant country home. The kind mother and sisters, who sewed that delicate stitching with aching hearts, little thought of the trouble they might be bringing on the young head for which they were meant. The little matron was wiser, and snatched the caps from East before he could look at the name on them. " Now, Master East, I shall be very angry if you don't go," said she ; " there's some capital cold beef and pickles I TOiM S FIRST SIGHT UF ARTHUR. r. 21' THE SADDLE IS PUT ON TOM. 217 up-stairs, and I won't have you old boys in my room first night." " Hurrah for the pickles ! Come along, Tommy ; come along, Smith. We shall find out who the young Count is, ril be bound : I hope he'll sleep in my room. Mary's always vicious first week." As the boys turned to leave the room, the matron touched Tom's arm, and said, " Master Brown, please stop a minute, I want to speak to you." "■ Very well, Mary. I'll come in a minute. East ; don't finish the pickles " " Oh, Master Brown," went on the little matron, when the rest had gone, " you're to have Gray's study, Mrs. Arnold says. And she wants you to take in this young gentleman. He's a new boy, and thirteen years old, though he don't look it. He's very delicate, and has never been from home before. And I told Mrs. Arnold I thought you'd be kind to him, and see that they don't bully him at first. He's put into your form, and I've given him the bed next to yours in Number 4 ; so East can't sleep there this half." Tom was rather put about by this speech. He had got the double study which he coveted, but here were conditions attached which greatly moderated his joy. He looked across the room, and in the far corner of the sofa was aware of a slight pale boy, with large blue eyes and light fair hair, who seemed ready to shrink through the floor. He saw at a glance that the little stranger was just the boy whose first half-year at a public school would be misery to himself if he were left alone, or constant anxiety to any one who meant to see him throucrh his troubles. Tom was too honest to take 2i8 THE SADDLE IS PUT ON TOM. in the youngster and then let him shift for himself; and if he took him as his chum instead of East, where were all his pet plans of having a bottled-beer cellar under his window, and making night-lines and slings, and plotting expeditions to Brownsover Mills and Caldecott's Spinney? East and he had made up their minds to get this study, and then every night from locking-up till ten they would be together to talk about fishing, drink bottled-beer, read Marryat's novels, and sort birds' eggs. And this new boy would most likely never go out of the close, and would be afraid of wet feet, and always getting laughed at, and called Molly, or Jenny, or some dero- gatory feminine nickname. The matron watched him for a moment, and saw what was passing in his mind, and so, like a wise negotiator, threw in an appeal to his warm heart. " Poor little fellow," said she in almost a whisper, '* his father's dead, and he's got no brothers. And his mamma, such a kind sweet lady, almost broke her heart at leaving him this morning ; and she said one of his sisters was like to die of decline, and so " " Well, well," burst in Tom, with something like a sigh at the effort, " I suppose I must give up East. Come along, young un. What's your name } We'll go and have some supper, and then I'll show you our study." " His name's George Arthur," said the matron, walking up to him with Tom, who grasped his little delicate hand as the proper preliminary to making a chum of him, and felt as if he could have blown him away. " I've had his books and things put into the study, which his mamma has had new papered, and the sofa covered, and new green-baize curtains over the door." (The diplomatic matron threw this in, to show TOM ACCEPTS HIS CHARGE. 219 that the new boy was contributing largely to the partnership comforts.) "And Mrs. Arnold told me to say," she added, " that she should like you both to come up to tea with her. You know the way, Master Brown, and the things are just gone up, I know." Here was an announcement for Master Tom ! He was to go up to tea the first night, just as if he were a sixth or fifth form boy, and of importance in the school world, instead of the most reckless young scapegrace amongst the fags. He felt himself lifted on to a higher social and moral platform at once. Nevertheless, he couldn't give up without a sigh the idea of the jolly supper in the housekeeper's room with East and the rest, and a rush round to all. the studies of his friends afterwards, to pour out the deeds and wonders of the holidays, to plot fifty plans for the coming half-year, and to gather news of who had left, and what new boys had come, who had got who's study, and where the new praepostors I slept. However, Tom consoled himself with thinking that he couldn't have done all this with the new boy at his heels, and so marched off along the passages to the Doctor's private house with his young charge in tow, in monstrous good humour with himself and all the world. It is needless, and would be impertinent, to tell how the ^two young boys were received in that drawing-room. The ^lady who presided there is still living, and has carried with :her to her peaceful home in the North the respect and love of all those who ever felt and shared that gentle and high- "bred hospitality. Ay, many is the brave heart now doing [its work and bearing its load in country curacies, London ^chambers, under the Indian sun, and in Australian towns 220 TEA WITH THE DOCTOR. and clearings, which looks back with fond and grateful memory to that School-house drawing-room, and dates much of its highest and best training to the lessons learnt there. Besides Mrs. Arnold and one or two of the elder children, there were one of the younger masters, Young Brooke, who was now in the sixth, and had succeeded to his brother's position and influence, and another sixth-form boy, talking together before the fire. The master and Young Brooke, now a great strapping fellow six feet high, eighteen years old, and powerful as a coal-heaver, nodded kindly to Tom, to his intense glory, and then went on talking ; the other did not notice them. The hostess, after a few kind words, which led the boys at once and insensibly to feel at their ease, and to begin talking to one another, left them with her own children w^hile she finished a letter. The young ones got on fast and well, Tom holding forth about a prodigious pony he had been riding out hunting, and hearing stories of the winter glories of the lakes, when tea came in, and imme- diately after the Doctor himself. How frank, and kind, and manly was his greeting to the party by the fire 1 It did Tom's heart good to see him and Young Brooke shake hands, and look one another in the face ; and he didn't fail to remark, that Brooke was nearly as tall, and quite as broad as the Doctor. And his cup was full, when in another moment his master turned to him with another warm shake of the hand, and, seemingly oblivious of all the late scrapes which he had been getting into, said, " Ah, Brown, you here ! I hope you left your father and all well at home } " ** Yes, sir, quite well." TEA WITH THE DOCTOR. 221 " And this is the little fellow who is to share your study. Well, he doesn't look as we should like to see him. He wants some Rugby air, and cricket. And you must take him some good long walks, to Bilton Grange, and Caldecott's Spinney, and show him what a little pretty country we have about here." Tom wondered if the Doctor knew that his visits to Bil- ton Grange were for the purpose of taking rooks' nests (a proceeding strongly discountenanced by the owner thereof), and those to Caldecott's Spinney were prompted chiefly by the conveniences for setting night-lines. What didn't the Doctor know t And what a noble use he always made of it • He almost resolved to abjure rook-pies and night-lines for ever. The tea went merrily off, the Doctor now talking of holiday doings, and then of the prospects of the half-year, what chance there was for the Balliol scholarship, whether the eleven would be a good one. Everybody was at his ease, and every body felt that he, young as he might be, was of some use in the litttle School world, and had a work to do there. Soon after tea the Doctor went off to his study, and the young boys a few minutes afterwards took their leave, and went out of the private door which led from the Doctor's house into the middle passage. At the fire, at the further end of the passage, was a crowd of boys in loud talk and laughter. There was a sudden pause when the door opened, and then a great shout of greeting, as Tom was recognised marching down the passage. " Hullo, Brown, where do you come from t " "Oh, I've been to tea with the Doctor," says Tom, with great dignity. 222 ARTHUR'S DEBUT. " My eye ! " cried East " Oh ! so that's why Mary called you back, and you didn't come to supper. You lost some- thing — that beef and pickles was no end good." " I say, young fellow," cried Hall, detecting Arthur, and catching him by the collar, " what's your name } Where do you come from } How old are you } " Tom saw Arthur shrink back, and look scared as all the group turned to him, but thought it best to let him answer, just standing by his side to support in case of need. "Arthur, sir. I come from Devonshire." "Don't call me 'sir,' you young muff! How old are you } " " Thirteen." " Can you sing .-^ " , The poor boy was trembling and hesitating. Tom struck in — "You be hanged. Tadpole. He'll have to sing, whether he can or not, Saturday twelve weeks, and that's long enough off yet." " Do you know him at home, Brown } " " No ; but he's my chum in Gray's old study, and it's near prayer time, and I haven't had a look at it yet. Come along, Arthur." Away went the two, Tom longing to get his charge safe under cover, where he might advise him on his deportment. " What a queer chum for Tom Brown," was the comment at the fire ; and it must be confessed so thought Tom himself, as he lighted his candle, and surveyed the new green-baize curtains and the carpet and sofa with much satisfaction. " I say, Arthur, what a brick your mother is to make us so cosy ! But look here now : you must answer straight up ARTHUR'S DEBUT. 223 when the fellows speak to you, and don't be afraid. If you're afraid, you'll get bullied. And don't you say you can sing ; and don't you ever talk about home, or your mother and sisters." Poor little Arthur looked ready to cry. " But please," said he, " mayn't I talk about — about home to you } " '' Oh yes, I like it. But don't talk to boys you don't know, or they'll call you home-sick, or mamma's darling, or some such stuff. What a jolly desk ! is that yours } And what stunning binding! why, your school-books look like novels." And Tom was soon deep in Arthur's goods and chattels, all new and good enough for a fifth-form boy, and hardly thought of his friends outside, till the prayer-bell rang. I have already described the School-house prayers; they were the same on the first night as on the other nights, save for the gaps caused by the absence of those boys who came late, and the line of new boys who stood all together at the further table — of all sorts and sizes, like young bears with all their trouble to come, as Tom's father had said to him when he was in the same position. He thought of it as he looked at the line, and poor little slight Arthur standing with them, and as he was leading him up-stairs to Number 4, directly after prayers, and showing him his bed. It was a huge high airy room, with two large windows looking on to the School - close. There were twelve beds in the room ; the one in the furthest corner by the fire-place occupied by the sixth-form boy who was responsible for the discipline of the room, and the rest by boys in the lower-fifth and other junior forms, all 224 ARTHUR'S DEBUT. fags (for the fifth-form boys, as has been said, slept in rooms by themselves). Being fags, the eldest of them was not more than about sixteen years old, and were all bound to be up and in bed by ten ; the sixth-form boys came to bed from ten to a quarter-past (at which time the old verger came round to put the candles out), except when they sat up to read. Within a few minutes therefore of their entry, all the other boys who slept in Number 4 had come up. The little fellows went quietly to their own beds, and began undressing and talking to each other in whispers ; while the elder, amongst whom was Tom, sat chatting about on one another's beds, with their jackets and waistcoats off. Poor little Arthur was overwhelmed with the novelty of his position. The idea of sleeping in the room with strange boys had clearly never crossed his mind before, and was as painful as it was strange to him. He could hardly bear to take his jacket off; how- ever, presently, with an effort, off it came, and then he paused and looked at Tom, who was sitting at the bottom of his bed talking and laughing. "Please, Brown," he whispered, ''may I wash my face and hands.?" " Of course, if you like," said Tom, staring ; "■ that's your washhand-stand, under the window, second from your bed. You'll have to go down for more water in the morning if you use it all." And on he went with his talk, while Arthur stole timidly from between the beds out to his washhand-stand, and began his ablutions, thereby drawing for a moment on himself the attention of the room. On went the talk and laughter. Arthur finished his wash- ing and undressing, and put on his night-gown. He then LESSON NO. I. 225 looked round more nervously than ever. Two or three of the little boys were already in bed, sitting up with their chins on their knees. The light burned clear, the noise went on. It was a trying moment for the poor little lonely boy; how- ever, this time he didn't ask Tom what he might or might not do, but dropped on his knees by his bedside, as he had done every day from his childhood, to open his heart to Him who heareth the cry and beareth the sorrows of the tender child, and the strong man in agony. Tom was sitting at the bottom of his bed unlacing his boots, so that his back was towards Arthur, and he didn't see what had happened, and looked up in wonder at the sudden silence. Then two or three boys laughed and sneered, and a big brutal fellow, who was standing in the middle of the room, picked up a slipper, and shied it at the kneeling boy, calling him a snivelling young shaver. Then Tom saw the whole, and the next moment the boot he had just pulled off flew straight at the head of the bully, who had just time to throw up his arm and catch it on his elbow. " Confound you, Brown, what's that for?" roared he, stamp- ing with pain. " Never mind what I mean," said Tom, stepping on to the floor, every drop of blood in his body tingling ; " if any fellow wants the other boot, he knows how to get it." What would have been the result is doubtful, for at this moment the sixth-fcrm boy came in, and not another word could be said. Tom and the rest rushed into bed and finished their unrobing there, and the old verger, as punctual as the clock, had put out the candle in another minute, and toddled on to the next room, shutting their door with his usual " Good night, gen'lm'n." Q 226 LESSON NO. i. There were many boys in the room by whom that little scene was taken to heart before they slept. But sleep seemed to have deserted the pillow of poor Tom. For some time his excite- ment, and the flood of memories which chased one another through his brain, kept him from thinking or resolving. His head throbbed, his heart leapt, and he could" hardly keep him- self from springing out of bed and rushing about the room. Then the thought of his own mother came across him, and the promise he had made at her knee, years ago, never to forget to kneel by his bedside, and give himself up to his Father, before he laid his head on the pillow, from which it might never rise ; and he lay down gently and cried as if hll heart would break. He was only fourteen years old. It was no light act of courage in those days, my dear boys, for a little fellow to say his prayers publicly, even at Rugby. A few years later, when Arnold's manly piety had begun to leaven the school, the tables turned ; before he died, in the School-house at least, and I believe in the other house, the rule was the other w^ay. But poor Tom had come to school in other times. The first few^ nights after he came he did not kneel down because of the noise, but sat up in bed till the candle was out, and then stole out and said his prayers, in fear lest some one should find him out. So did many another poor little fellow. Then he began to think that he might just as well say his prayers in bed and then that it didn't matter whether he was kneeling, or sitting, or lying down. And so it had come to pass with Tom, as with all who will not confess their Lord before men ; and for the last year he had probably not said his prayers in earnest a dozen times. Poor Tom ! the first and bitterest feeling which was like LESSON NO. I. 227 to break his heart, was the sense of his own cowardice. The vice of all others which he loathed was brought in and burned in on his own soul. He had lied to his mother, to his con- science, to his God. How could he bear it } And then the poor little weak boy, whom he had pitied and almost scorned for his weakness, h5.d done that which he, braggart as he was, dared not do. The first dawn of comfort came to him in swear- ing to himself that he would stand by that boy through thick and thin, and cheer him, and help him, and bear his burdens, for the good deed done that night. Then he resolved to write home next day and tell his mother all, and what a c6ward her son had been. And then peace came to him as he resolved, lastly, to bear his testimony next morning. The morning would be harder than the night to begin with, but he felt that he could not afford to let one chance slip. Several times he faltered, for the devil showed him first, all his old friends calling him *' Saint " and " Square-toes," and a dozen hard names, and whispered to him that his motives would be misunderstood, and he would only be left alone with the new boy ; whereas it was his duty to keep all means of influence, that he might do good to the largest number. And then came the more subtle temptation, '' Shall I not be showing myself braver than others by doing this .? Have I any right to begin it now.? Ought I not rather to pray in my own study, letting other boys know that I do so, and trying to lead them to it, while in pubhc at least I should go on as I have done .? " However, his good angel was too strong that night, and he turned on his side and slept, tired of trying to reason, but resolved to follow the impulse which had been so strong, and in which he had found peace. Q 2 228 TOM LEARNS HIS LESSON. Next morning he was up and washed and dressed, all but his jacket and waistcoat, just as the ten minutes' bell began to ring, and then in the face of the whole room knelt down to pray. Not five words could he say — the bell mocked him ; he was listening for every whisper in the room — what were they all thinking of him ? He was ashamed to go on kneeling, ashamed to rise from his knees. At last, as it were from his inmost heart, a still small voice seemed to breathe forth the words of the publican, " God be merciful to me a sinner ! " He repeated them over and over, clinging to them as for his life, and rose from his knees comforted and humbled, and ready to face the whole world. It was not needed : two other boys besides Arthur had already fol- lowed his example, and he went down to the great School with a glimmering of another lesson in his heart — the lesson that he who has conquered his own coward spirit has conquered the whole outward world ; and that other one which the old prophet learnt in the cave in Mount Horeb, when he hid his face, and the still small voice asked, "What doest thou here, Elijah } " that however we may fancy ourselves alone on the side of good, the King and Lord of men is nowhere without His witnesses ; for in every society, however seemingly corrupt and godless, there are those who have not bowed the knee to Baal. He found, too, how greatly he had exaggerated the effect to be produced by his act. For a few nights there was a sneer or a laugh when he knelt down, but this passed off soon, and one by one all the other boys but three or four followed the lead. I fear that this . was in some measure owing to the fact, that Tom could probably have thrashed I TOM LEARNS HIS LESSON. 229 any boy in the room except the praepostor ; at any rate, every boy knew that he would try upon very slight provoca- tion, and didn't choose to run the risk of a hard fight because Tom Brown had taken a fancy to say his prayers. Some of the small boys of Number 4 communicated the new state of things to their chums, and in several other rooms the poor little fellows tried it on ; in one instance or so, where the praepostor heard of it and interfered very decidedly, with partial success ; but in the rest, after a short struggle, the confessors were bullied or laughed down, and the old state of things went on for some time longer. Before either Tom Brown or Arthur left the School-house, there was no room in which it had not become the regular custom. I trust it is so still, and that the old heathen state of things has gone out for ever. 230 TOM'S TRIALS. CHAPTER II. THE NEW BOY. 'And Heaven's rich Instincts in him grew, As effortless as woodland nooks Send violets up and paint them blue." — Lowell. DO not mean to recount all the little troubles and annoyances which thronged upon Tom at the beginning of this half-year, in his new character of bear-leader to a gentle little boy straight from home. He seemed to himself to have become a new boy again, without any of the long-suffering and meekness indispen- sable for supporting that character with moderate success. From morning till night he had the feeling of responsibility TOM'S TRIALS. 331 on his mind ; and, even if he left Arthur in their study or in the close for an hour, was never at ease till he had him in sight again. He waited for him at the doors of the school after every lesson and every calling over ; watched that no tricks were played him, and none but the regulation questions asked ; kept his eye on his plate at dinner and breakfast, to see that no unfair depredations were made upon his viands ; in short, as East remarked, cackled after him like a hen with one chick. Arthur took a long time thawing too, which made it all the harder work ; was sadly timid ; scarcely ever spoke unless Tom spoke to him first ; and, worst of all, would agree with him in everything, the hardest thing in the world for a Brown to bear. He got quite angry sometimes, as they sat together of a night in their study, at this provoking habit of agreement, and was on the point of breaking out a dozen times with a lecture upon the propriety of a fellow having a will of his own and speaking out; but managed to restrain himself by the thought that he might only frighten Arthur, and the remembrance of the lesson he had learnt from him on his first night at Number 4. Then he would resolve to sit still, and not say a word till Arthur began ; but he was always beat at that game, and had presently to begin talking in despair, fearing lest Arthur might think he was vexed at something if he didn't, and dog-tired of sitting tongue-tied It was hard work ! But Tom had taken it up, and meant to stick to it, and go through with it, so as to satisfy himself ; in which resolution he was much assisted by the chaffing of East and his other old friends, who began to call him " dry- nurse," and otherwise to break their small wit on him. But 232 EAST'S ADVICE. when they took other ground, as they did every now and then, Tom was sorely puzzled. " Tell you what, Tommy," East would say, " you'll spoil young Hopeful with too much coddling. Why can't you let him go about by himself and find his own level "} He'll never be worth a button, if you go on keeping him under your skirts." " Well, but he ain't fit to fight his own way yet ; I'm trying to get him to it every day — but he's very odd. Poor little beggar ! I can't make him out a bit. He ain't a bit like anything I've ever seen or heard of — he seems all over nerves ; anything you say seems to hurt him like a cut or a blow." " That sort of boy's no use here," said East ; " he'll only spoil. Now, I'll tell you what to do. Tommy. Go and get a nice large band-box made, and put him in with plenty of cotton- wool, and a pap-bottle, labelled 'With care — this side up,' and send him back to mamma." " I think I shall make a hand of him though,'^ said Tom, smiling, " say what you will. There's something about him, every now and then, which shows me he's got pluck some- where in him. That's the only thing after all that'll wash, ain't it, old Scud } But how to get at it and bring it out "i " Tom took one hand out of his breeches-pocket and stuck it in his back hair for a scratch, giving his hat a tilt over his nose, his one method of invoking wisdom. He stared at the ground with a ludicrously puzzled look, and presently looked up and m^t East's eyes. That young gentleman slapped him on the back, and then put his arm round his shoulder, as they strolled through the quadrangle together. " Tom," said AN EPISODE. 233 he, "blest if you ain't the best old fellow ever was — I do like to see you go into a thing. Hang it, I wish I could take things as you do — but I never can get higher than a joke. Everything's a joke. If I was going to be flogged next minute, I should be in a blue funk, but I couldn't help laughing at it for the life of me." " Brown and East, you go and fag for Jones on the great fives'-court." " Hullo, tho', that's past a joke," broke out East, springing at the young gentleman who addressed them, and catching him by the collar. " Here, Tommy, catch hold of him t'other side before he can holla." The youth was seized, and dragged struggling out of the quadrangle into the School-house hall. He was one of the miserable little pretty white-handed curly-headed boys, petted and pampered by some of the big fellows, who wrote their verses for them, taught them to drink and use bad language, and did all they could to spoil them for everything* in this world and the next. One of the avocations in which these young gentlemen took particular delight, was in going about and getting fags for their protectors, when those heroes were playing any game. They carried about pencil and paper with them, putting down the names of all the boys they sent, always sending five times as many as were wanted, and getting all those thrashed who didn't go. The present youth belonged to a house which was very jealous of the School- * A kind and wise critic, an old Rugboean, notes here in the margin : " The small friend system was not so utterly bad from 1841-1847." Before that, too, there were many noble friendships between big and little boys, but I can't strike out the passage ; many boys will know why it is left in. 234 AN EPISODE. house, and always picked out School-house fags when he could find them. However, this time he'd got the wrong sow by the ear. His captors slammed the great door of the hall, and East put his back against it, while Tom gave the prisoner a shake-up, took away his list, and stood him up on the floor, while he proceeded leisurely to examine that document " Let me out, let me go \ " screamed the boy in a furious passion. " I'll go and tell Jones this minute, and he'll give you both the thrashing you ever had." " Pretty little dear," said East, patting the top of his hat ; " hark how he swears, Tom. Nicely brought-up young man, ain't he, I don't think." " Let me alone, you," roared the boy, foaming with rage, and kicking at East, who quietly tripped him up, and deposited him on the floor in a place of safety. " Gently, young fellow," said he ; " 'tain't improving for little whippersnappers like you to be indulging in blasphemy; so you stop that, or you'll get something you won't like." " I'll have you both licked when I get put, that I will," rejoined the boy, beginning to snivel ** Two can play at that game, mind you," said Tom, who had finished his examination of the list. " Now you just listen here. We've just come across the fives'-court, and Jones has four fags there already, two more than he wants. If he'd wanted us to change, he'd have stopped us himself. And here, you little blackguard, you've got seven names down on your list besides ours, and five of them School-house." Tom walked up to him and jerked him on to his legs ; he was by this time whining like a whipped puppy. AN EPISODE. 235 " Now just listen to me. We ain't going to fag for Jones. If you tell him you've sent us, we'll each of us give you such a thrashing as you'll remember." And Tom tore up the list and threw the pieces into the fire. " And mind you, too," said East, " don't let me catch you again sneaking about the School-house, and picking up our fags. You haven't got the sort of hide to take a sound licking kindly;" and he opened the door and sent the young gentleman flying into the quadrangle, with a parting kick. " Nice boy. Tommy," said East, shoving his hands in his pockets and strolling to the fire. " Worst sort we breed," responded Tom, following his example. ** Thank goodness, no big fellow ever took to petting me." " You'd never have been like that," said East. " I should like to have put him in a museum : — Christian young gentle- man, nineteenth century, highly educated. Stir him up with a long pole. Jack, and hear him swear like a drunken sailor ! He'd make a respectable public open its eyes, I think." "Think he'll tell Jones.?" said Tom. " No," said East. " Don't care if he does." " Nor I," said Tom. And they went back to talk about Arthur. The young gentleman had brains enough not to tell Jones, reasoning that East and Brown, who were noted as some of the toughest fags in the school, wouldn't care three straws for any licking Jones might give them, and would be likely to keep their words as to passing it on with interest. After the above conversation. East came a good deal to their study, and took notice of Arthur ; and soon allowed to Tom 236 LESSON NO. 2. that he was a thorough Httle gentleman, and would get over his shyness all in good time ; which much comforted our hero. He felt every day, too, the value of having an object in his life, something that drew him out of himself; and, it being the dull time of the year, and no games going about for which he much cared, was happier than he had ever yet been at school, which was saying a great deal. The time which Tom allowed himself away from his charge was from locking-up till supper-time. During this hour or hour and a half he used to take his fling, going round to the studies of all his acquaintance, sparring or gossiping in the hall, now jumping the old iron-bound tables, or carving a bit of his name on them, then joining in some chorus of merry voices ; in fact, blowing off his steam, as we should now call it This process was so congenial to his temper, and Arthur showed himself so pleased at the arrangement, that it was several weeks before Tom was ever in their study before supper. One evening, however, he rushed in to look for an old chisel, or some corks, or other article essential to his pursuit for the time being, and, while rummaging about in the cupboards, looked up for a moment, and was caught at once by the figure of poor little Arthur. The boy was sitting with his elbows on the table, and his head leaning on his hands, and before him an open book, on which his tears were falling fast. Tom shut the door at once and sat down on the sofa by Arthur, putting his arm round his neck. *'Why, young un ! what's the matter.?" said he, kindly; "you ain't unhappy, are you.?" ''Oh no, Brown," said the little boy, looking up w^ith the great tears in his eyes ; "you are so kind to me, I'm very happy." LESSON NO. 2. 237 " Why don't you call me Tom ? lots of boys do that I don't like half so much as you. What are you reading, then ? Hang it, you must come about with me, and not mope your- self," and Tom cast down his eyes on the book, and saw it was the Bible. He was silent for a minute, and thought to himself, "Lesson Number 2, Tom Brown;" and then said gently — " I'm very glad to see this, Arthur, and ashamed that I don't read the Bible more myself. Do you read it every night before supper while I'm out ?" " Yes." " Well, I wish you'd wait till afterwards, and then we'd read together. But, Arthur, why does it make you cry.''" "Oh, it isn't that I'm unhappy. But at home, while my father was alive, we always read the lessons after tea; and I love to read them over now, and try to remember what he said about them. I can't remember all, and I think I scarcely understand a great deal of what I do remember. But it all comes back to me so fresh, that I can't help crying sometimes to think I shall never read them again with him." Arthur had never spoken of his home before, and Tom hadn't encouraged him to do so, as his blundering schoolboy reasoning made him think that Arthur would be softened and less manly for thinking of home. But now he was fairly inte- rested, and forgot all about chisels and bottled beer ; while with very little encouragement Arthur launched into his home history, and the prayer-bell put them both out sadly when it rang to call them to the hall. From this time Arthur constantly spoke of his home, and, above all, of his father, who had been dead about a year, and L 238 ' ARTHUR'S HOME. whose memory Tom soon got to love and reverence almost as much as his own son did. Arthur's father had been the clergyman of a parish in the Midland Counties, which had risen into a large town during the war, and upon which the hard years which followed had fallen with fearful weight. The trade had been half ruined : and then came the old sad story, of masters reducing their establishments, men turned off and wandering about, hungry and wan in body, and fierce in soul, from the thought of wives and children starving at home, and the last sticks of furniture going to the pawn-shop; children taken from school, and lounging about the dirty streets and courts, too listless almost to play, and squalid in rags and misery. And then the fearful struggle be- tween the employers and men ; lowerings of wages, strikes, and the long course of oft-repeated crime, ending every now and then with a riot, a fire, and the county yeomanry. . There is no need here to dwell upon such tales ; the Englishman into whose soul they have not sunk deep, is not worthy the name ; you English boys for whom this book is meant (God bless your bright faces and kind hearts !) will learn it all soon enough. Into such a parish and state of society, Arthur's father had been thrown at the age of twenty-five, a young married parson, full of faith, hope, and love. He had battled with it like a man, and had lots of fine Utopian ideas about the perfectibility of mankind, glorious humanity, and such-like knocked out of his head ; and a real wholesom.e Christian love for the poor struggling, sinning men, of whom he felt himself one, and with and for whom he spent fortune and strength and life, driven into his heart. He had battled like a man, and gotten a man's reward. No silver teapots or salvers, with flowery in- A R THUR 'S HOME. 239 scriptions, setting forth his virtues and the appreciation of a genteel parish ; no fat hving or stall, for which he never looked, and didn't care ; no sighs and praises of comfortable dowagers and well got-up young women, who worked him slippers, sugared his tea, and adored him as "a devoted man;" but a manly respect, wrung from the unwilling souls of men who fancied his order their natural enemies ; the fear and hatred of every one who was false or unjust in the district, were he master or man ; and the blessed sight of women and children daily becoming more human and more homely, a comfort to themselves and to their husbands and fathers. These things of course took time, and had to be fought for with toil and sweat of brain and heart, and with the life-blood poured out. All that, Arthur had laid his account to give, and took as a matter of course ; neither pitying himself, or looking on himself as a martyr, when he felt the wear and tear making him feel old before his time, and the stifling air of fever dens telling on his health. His wife seconded him in everj^thing. She had been rather fond of society, and much admired and run after before her marriage ; and the London world to which she had belonged, pitied poor Fanny Evelyn when she married the young clergyman, and went to settle in that smoky hole Turley, a very nest of Chartism and Atheism, in a part of the county which all the decent families had had to leave for years. However, somehow or other she didn't seem to care. If her husband's living had been amongst green fields and near pleasant neighbours, she would have liked it better, — that she never pretended to deny. But there they were : the air wasn't bad after all ; the people were very good sort of people, civil to you if you were civil to them, after the 240 ARTHUR'S HOME. first brush ; and they didn't expect to work miracles, and convert them all ofif-hand into model Christians. So he and she went quietly among the folk, talking to and treating them just as they would have done people of their own rank. They didn't feel that they were doing anything out of the common way, and so were perfectly natural, and had none of that condescension or consciousness of manner which so out- rages the independent poor. And thus they gradually won respect and confidence ; and after sixteen years he was looked up to by the whole neighbourhood as the just man, the man to whom masters and men could go in their strikes, and all in their quarrels and difficulties, and by whom the right and true word would be said without fear or favour. And the women had come round to take her advice, and go to her as a friend in all their troubles ; while the children all wor- shipped the very ground she trod on. They had three children, two daughters and a son, little Arthur, who came between his sisters. He had been a very delicate boy from his childhood ; they thought he had a tendency to consumption, and so he had been kept at home and taught by his father, who had made a companion of him, and from whom he had gained good scholarship, and a knowledge of and interest in many subjects which boys in general never come across till they are many years older. Just as he reached his thirteenth year, and his father had settled that he was strong enough to go to school, and, after much debating with himself, had resolved to send him there, a desperate typhus-fever broke out in the town ; most of the other clergy, and almost all the doctors, ran away ; the work fell with tenfold weight on those who stood to their work. ARTHUR'S HOME. 241 Arthur and his wife both caught the fever, of which he died in a few days, and she recovered, having been able to nur^e him to the end, and store up his last words. He was sensible to the last, and calm and happy, leaving his wife and children with fearless trust for a few years in the hands of the Lord and Friend who had lived and died for him, and for whom he, to the best of his power, had lived and died. His widow's mourning was deep and gentle ; she was more affected by the request of the Committee of a Freethinking club, esta- blished in the town by some of the factory hands (which he had striven against with might and main, and nearly sup- pressed), that some of their number might be allowed to help bear the coffin, than by anything else. Two of them were chosen, who with six other labouring men, his own fellow- workmen and friends, bore him to his grave — a man who had fought the Lord's fight even unto the death. The shops were closed and the factories shut that day in the parish, yet no master stopped the day's wages ; but for many a year after- wards the townsfolk felt the want of that brave, hopeful, loving parson, and his wife, who had lived to teach them mutual forbearance and helpfulness, and had almost at last given them a glimpse of what this old world would be, if people would live for God and each other, instead of for themselves. What has all this to do with our story.? Well, my dear boys, let a fellow go on his own way, or you won't get anything out of him worth having. I must show you what sort of a man it was who had begotten and trained little Arthur, or else you won't believe in him, which I am resolved you shall do ; and you won't see how he, the timid weak R 242 RESULTS OF LESSON NO. 2. boy, had points in him from which the bravest and strongest recoiled, and made his presence and example felt from the first on all sides, unconsciously to himself, and without the least attempt at proselytizing. The spirit of his father was in him, and the Friend to whom his father had left him did not neglect the trust. After supper that night, and almost nightly for years afterwards, Tom and Arthur, and by degrees East occasionally, and sometimes one, sometimes another, of their friends, read a chapter of the Bible together, and talked it over afterwards. Tom was at first utterly astonished, and almost shocked, at the sort of way in which Arthur read the book, and talked about the men and women whose lives were there told. The first night they happened to fall on the chapters about the famine in Egypt, and Arthur began talking about Joseph as if he were a living statesman ; just as he might have talked about Lord Grey and the Reform Bill ; only that they were much more living realities to him. The book was to him, Tom saw, the most vivid and delightful history of real people, who might do right or wrong, just like any one who v/as walking about in Rugby — the Doctor, or the masters, or the sixth-form boys. But the astonishment soon passed off, the scales seemed to drop from his eyes, and the book became at once and for ever to him the great human and divine book, and the men and women, whom he had looked upon as something quite different from himself, became his friends and counsellors. For our purposes, however, the history of one night's reading will be sufficient, which must be told here, now we are on the subject, though it didn't happen till a year after- TOM IS STIFF-NECKED, 243 wards, and long after the events recorded in the next chapter of our story. Arthur, Tom, and East were together one night, and read the story of Naaman coming to EHsha to be cured of his leprosy. When the chapter was finished, Tom shut his Bible with a slap. " I can't stand that fellow Naaman," said he, " after what he'd seen and felt, going back and bowing himself down in the house of Rimmon, because his effeminate scoundrel of a master did it. I wonder Elisha took the trouble to heal him. How he must have despised him." " Yes, there you go off as usual, with a shell on your head," struck in East, who always took the opposite side to Tom ; half from love of argument, half from conviction. " How do you know he didn't think better of it } how do you know his piaster was a scoundrel } His letter don't look like it, and the book don't say so." " I don't care," rejoined Tom ; " why did Naaman talk about bowing down, then, if he didn't mean to do it } He wasn't likely to get more in earnest when he got back to Court, and away from the Prophet." " Well but, Tom," said Arthur, " look what Elisha says to him, * Go in peace.' He wouldn't have said that if Naaman had been in the wrong." " I don't see that that means more than saying, * You're not the man I took you for.'" I" No, no, that won't do at all," said East ; " read the words fairly, and take men as you find them. I like Naaman, and think he was a very fine fellow." ^ " I don't," said Tom, positively. I • R 2 244 THE BROWN COMPROMISE. " Well, I think East is right," said Arthur ; " I can't see but what it's right to do the best you can, though it mayn't be the best absolutely. Every man isn't born to be a martyr." " Of course, of course," said East ; '' but he's on one of his pet hobbies. How often have I told you, Tom, that you must drive a nail where it'll go." ''And how often have I told you," rejoined Tom, "that it'll always go where you want, if you only stick to it and hit hard enough. I hate half-measures and compromises." " Yes, he's a whole-hog man, is Tom. Must have the whole animal, hair and teeth, claws and tail," laughed East. " Sooner have no bread any day, than half the loaf." " I don't know," said Arthur, " it's rather puzzling ; but ain't most right things got by proper compromises, I mean where the principle isn't given up } " " That's just the point," said Tom ; " I don't object to a compromise, where you don't give up your principle." " Not you," said East laughingly. " I know him of old, Arthur, and you'll find him out some day. There isn't such a reasonable fellow in the world, to hear him talk. He never wants anything but what's right and fair; only when you come to settle what's right and fair, it's everything that he wants, and nothing that you want. And that's his idea of a compromise. Give me the Brown compromise when I'm on his side." " Now, Harry," said Tom, " no more chaff — I'm serious. Look here — this is what makes my blood tingle ; " and he turned over the pages of his Bible and read, " Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego answered and said to the king, O TOM PLEDGES HIMSELF. 245 Nebuchadnezzar, we are not careful to answer thee in this matter. If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and He will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up." He read the last verse twice, emphasizing the not's, and dwelling on them as if they gave him actual pleasure, and were hard to part with. They were silent a minute, and then Arthur said, "Yes, that's a glorious story, but it don't prove your point, Tom, I think. There are times when there is only one way, and that the highest, and then the men are found to stand in the breach." "There's always a highest way, and it's always the right one," said Tom. " How many times has the Doctor told us that in his sermons in the last year, I should like to know t " ** Well, you ain't going to convince us, is he, Arthur .-* No Brown compromise to-night," said East, looking at his watch. " But it's past eight, and we must go to first lesson. What a bore ! " So they • took down their books and fell to work ; but Arthur didn't forget, and thought long and often over the conversation. 246 MARTIN, THE MADMAN. CHAPTER III. ARTHUR MAKES A FRIEND. He's " Let Nature be your teacher : Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things. We murder to dissect — Enough of Science and of Art ; Close up those barren leaves ; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives." — Wordsworth. BOUT six weeks after the beginning of the half, as Tom and Arthur were sitting one night before supper beginning their verses, Arthur suddenly- stopped, and looked up, and said, "Tom, do you know anything of Martin ? " *'Yes," said Tom, taking his hand out of his back hair, and delighted to throw his Gradus ad Parnassum on to the sofa; "I know him pretty well. He's a very good fel- low, but as mad as a hatter, called Madman, you know. And never was such a TROUBLES OF A BOY-PHILOSOPHER. 247 fellow for getting all sorts of rum things about him. He tamed two snakes last half, and used to carry them about in his pocket, and I'll be bound he's got some hedgehogs and rats in his cupboard now, and no one knows what besides." " I should like ver}^ much to know him," said Arthur ; " he was next to me in the form to-day, and he'd lost his book and looked over mine, and he seemed so kind and gentle that I liked him very much." " Ah, poor old Madman, he's always losing his books," said Tom, " and getting called up and floored because he hasn't got them." " I like him all the better," said Arthur. " Well, he's great fun, I can tell you," said Tom, throwing himself back on the sofa, and chuckling at the remembrance. '* We had such a game with him one day last half. He had been kicking up horrid stinks for some time in his study, till I suppose some fellow told Mary, and she told the Doctor, Anyhow, one day a little before dinner, when he came down from the library, the Doctor, instead of going home, came striding into the Hall. East and I and five or six other fellows were at the fire, and preciously we stared, for he don't come in like that once a year, unless it is a wet day and there's a fight in the Hall. * East/ says he, 'just come and show me Martin's study.' ' Oh, here's a game,' whispered the rest of us, and we all cut up-stairs after the Doctor, East |( leading. As we got into the New Row, which was hardly wide enough to hold the Doctor and his gown, click, click, click, we heard in the old Madman's den. Then that stopped all of a sudden, and the bolts went to like fun : the Madman knew East's step, and thought there was going to be a siege. 248 TROUBLES OF A BOY-PHILOSOPHER. '''It's the Doctor, Martin. He's here and wants to see you/ sings out East. " Then the bolts went back slowly, and the door opened, and there was the old Madman standing, looking precious scared ; his jacket off, his shirt-sleeves up to his elbows, and his long skinny arms all covered with anchors and arrows and letters, tattooed in with gunpowder like a sailor-boy's, and a stink fit to knock you down coming out. 'Twas all the Doctor could do to stand his ground, and East and I, who were looking in under his arms, held our noses tight. The old magpie was standing on the window-sill, all his feathers drooping, and looking disgusted and half-poisoned. " ' What can you be about, Martin 1 ' says the Doctor ; * you really mustn't go on in this way — you're a nuisance to the whole passage.' " ' Please, Sir, I was only mixing up this powder, there isn't any harm in it ; ' and the Madman seized nervously on his pestle-and-mortar, to show the Doctor the harmlessness of his pursuits, and went on pounding ; click, click, click. He hadn't given six clicks before, puff! up went the whole into a great blaze, away went the pestle-and-mortar across the study, and back we tumbled into the passage. The magpie fluttered down into the court, swearing, and the Madman danced out, howling, with his fingers in his mouth. The Doctor caught hold of him, and called to us to fetch some water. ' There, you silly fellow,' said he, quite pleased though to find he wasn't much hurt, ' you see you don't know the least what you're doing with all these things ; and now, mind, you must give up practising chemistry by yourself.' Then he took hold of his arm and looked at it, and I saw he had to TROUBLES OF A BOY-PHILOSOPHER. 249 bite his lip, and his eyes twinkled ; but he said, quite grave, ' Here, you see, you've been making all these foolish marks on yourself, which you can never get out, and you'll be very sorry for it in a year or two: now come down to the house- k keeper's room, and let us see if you are hurt.' And away went the two, and we all stayed and had a regular turn-out of the den, till Martin came back with his hand bandaged and turned us out. However, I'll go and see what he's after, and 250 TROUBLES OF A BOY-PHILOSOPHER. tell him to come in after prayers to supper." And away went Tom to find the boy in question, who dwelt in a little study by himself, in New Row. The aforesaid Martin, whom Arthur had taken such a fancy for, was one of those unfortunates who were at that time of day (and are, I fear, still) quite out of their places at a public school. If we knew how to use our boys, Martin would have been seized upon and educated as a natural philosopher. He had a passion for birds, beasts, and insects, and knew more of them and their habits than any one in Rugby ; except perhaps the Doctor, who knew everything. He was also an experimental chemist on a small scale, and had made unto himself an electric machine, from which it was his greatest pleasure and glory to administer small shocks to any small boys who were rash enough to venture into his study. And this was by no means an adventure free from excitement ; for, besides the probability of a snake dropping on to your head or twining lovingly up your leg, or a rat getting into your breeches-pocket in search of food, there was the animal and chemical odour to be faced, which always hung about the den, and the chance of being blown up in some of the many experiments which Martin was always trying, with the most wondrous results in the shape of explosions and smells that mortal boy ever heard of. Of course, poor Martin, in consequence of his pursuits, had become an Ish- maelite in the house. In the first place, he half-poisoned all his neighbours, and they in turn were always on the look-out to pounce upon any of his numerous live-stock, and drive him frantic by enticing his pet old magpie out of his window into a neighbouring study, and making the disreputable old TROUBLES OF A BOY-PHILOSOPHER. 251 bird drunk on toast soaked in beer and sugar. Then Martin, for his sins, inhabited a study looking into a small court some ten feet across, the window of which was completely commanded by those of the studies opposite in the Sick-room row, these latter being at a slightly higher elevation. East, and another boy of an equally tormenting and ingenious turn of mind, now lived exactly opposite, and had expended huge pains and time in the preparation of instruments of annoyance for the behoof of Martin and his live colony. One morning an old basket made its appearance, suspended by a short cord outside Martin's window, in which were deposited an amateur nest containing four young hungry jackdaws, the pride and glory of Martin's life for the time being, and which he was currently asserted to have hatched upon his own person. Early in the morning and late at night he was to be seen half out of window, administering to the varied wants of his callow brood. After deep cogitation, East and his chum had spliced a knife on to the end of a fishing-rod ; and having watched Martin out, had, after half-an-hour's severe sawing, cut the string by which the basket was suspended, and tumbled it on to the pavement below, with hideous remonstrance from the occupants. Poor Martin, returning from his short absence, collected the fragments and replaced his brood (except one whose neck had been broken in the descent) in their old location, suspending them this time by string and wire twisted together, defiant of any sharp instrument which his persecutors could command. But, like the Russian engineers at Sebastopol, East and his chum had an answer for every move of the adversary ; and the next day had mounted a gun in the shape of a pea-shooter upon the ledge of their window, trained so 252 THE PHILOSOPHER'S DEN. as to bear exactly upon the spot which Martin had to occupy while tending his nurslings. The moment he began to feed, they began to shoot ; in vain did the enemy himself invest in a pea-shooter, and endeavour to answer the fire while he fed the young birds with his other hand ; his attention was divided, and his shots flew wild, while every one of theirs told on his face and hands, and drove him into howHngs and imprecations. He had been driven to ensconce the nest in a corner of his already too well-filled den. His door was barricaded by a set of ingenious bolts of his own invention, for the sieges were frequent by the neighbours when any unusually ambrosial odour spread itself from the den to the neighbouring studies. The door panels were in a normal state of smash, but the frame of the door resisted all besiegers, and behind it the owner carried on his varied pursuits ; much in the same state of mind, I should fancy, as a border-farmer lived in, in the days of the old moss- troopers, when his hold might be summoned or his cattle carried off at any minute of night or day. " Open, Martin, old boy — it's only I, Tom Brown." "■ Oh, very well, stop a moment." One bolt went back. "You're sure East isn't there .'^" '' No, no, hang it, open." Tom gave a kick, the other bolt creaked, and he entered the den. Den indeed it was, about five feet six inches long by five wide, and seven feet high. About six tattered school- books, and a few chemical books, Taxidermy, Stanley on Birds, and an odd volume of Bewick, the latter in much better preservation, occupied the top shelves. The other shelves, where they had not been cut awa.y and used by the owner THE PHILOSOPHER'S DEN. 253 for other purposes, were fitted up for the abiding places of birds, beasts, and reptiles. There was no attempt at carpet or curtain. The table was entirely occupied by the great work of Martin, the electric machine, which was covered carefully with the remains of his table-cloth. The jackdaw cage occupied one wall, and the other was adorned by a small hatchet, a pair of climbing irons, and his tin candle-box, in which he was for the time being endeavouring to raise a hopeful young family of field-mice. As nothing should be let to lie useless, it was well that the candle-box was thus occupied, for candles Martin never had. A pound was issued to him weekly as to the other boys, but as candles were available capital, and easily exchangeable for birds'-eggs or young birds, Martin's pound invariably found its way in a few hours to Hewlett's the bird-fancier's, in the Bilton road, who would give a hawk's or nightingale's ^^'g or young linnet in exchange. Martin's ingenuity was therefore for ever on the rack to supply himself with a light ; just now he had hit upon a grand invention, and the den was lighted by a flaring cotton-wick issuing from a ginger-beer bottle full of some doleful composition. When light altogether failed him, Martin would loaf about by the fires in the passages or Hall, after the manner of Diggs, and try to do his verses or learn his lines by the fire-light. " Well, old boy, you haven't got any sweeter in the den this half How that stuff in the bottle stinks ! Never mind, I ain't going to stop, but you come up after prayers to our study : you know young Arthur ; we've got Gray's study. We'll have a good supper and talk about bird's- 254 THE INVITATION. Martin was evidently highly pleased at the invitation, and promised to be up without fail. As soon as prayers were over, and the sixth and fifth-form boys had withdrawn to the aristocratic seclusion of their own room, and the rest, or democracy, had sat down to their supper in the Hall ; Tom and Arthur, having secured their allowances of bread and cheese, started on their feet to catch the eye of the praepostor of the week, who remained in charge during supper, walking up and down the Hall. He happened to be an easy-going fellow, so they got a pleasant nod to their "Please may I go out?" and away they scrambled to prepare for Martin a sumptuou^ banquet. This Tom had insisted on, for he was in great delight on the occasion ; the reason of which delight must be expounded. The fact was that this was the first attempt at a friendship of his own which Arthur had made, and Tom hailed it as a grand step. The ease with which he himself became hail-fellow-well-met with anybody, and blundered into and out of twenty friend- ships a half-year, made him sometimes sorry and sometimes angry at Arthur's reserve and loneliness. True, Arthur was always pleasant, and even jolly, with any boys who came with Torn to their study; but Tom felt that it was only through him, as it were, that his chum associated with others, and that but for him Arthur would have been dwelling in a wilderness. This increased his consciousness of responsibility ; and though he hadn't reasoned it out, and made it clear to himself, yet somehow he knew that this responsibility, this trust, which he had taken on him without thinking about it, head-over-heels in fact, was the centre and turning-point of his school-life, that which was to make him or mar him ; his ¥ TOM'S WORK. 255 appointed work and trial for the time being. And Torri was becoming a new boy, though with frequent tumbles in the dirt and perpetual hard battle with himself, and was daily growing in manfulness and thoughtfulness, as every high- couraged and well-principled boy must, when he finds himselt for the first time consciously at grips with self and the devil. Already he could turn almost without a sigh, from the School- gates, from which had just scampered off East and three or four others of his own particular set, bound for some jolly lark not quite according to law, and involving probably a row with louts, keepers, or farm-labourers, the skipping dinner or calling-over, some of Phoebe Jennings' beer, and a very possible flogging at the end of all as a relish. He had quite got over the stage in which he would grumble to himself, "Well, hang it, it's very hard of the Doctor to have saddled me with Arthur. Why couldn't he have chummed him with Fogey, or Thomkin, or any of the fellows who never do anything but walk round the close, and finish their copies the first day they're set } " But although all this was past, he longed, and felt that he was right in longing, for more time for the legitimate pastimes of cricket, fives, bathing, and fishing within bounds, in which Arthur could not yet be his companion ; and he felt that when the young un (as he now generally called him) had found a pursuit and some other friend for himself, he should be able to give more time to the education of his own body with a clear conscience. And now what he so wished for had come to pass ; he almost hailed it as a special providence (as indeed it . was, but not for the reasons he gave for it — what providences are.?) that Arthur should have singled out Martin of all fellows 256 THE SUPPER. for a friend. "The old Madman is the very fellow," thought he ; " he will take him scrambling over half the country after birds' eggs and flowers, make him run and swim and climb like an Indian, and not teach him a word of anything bad, or keep him from his lessons. What luck!" And so, with more than his usual heartiness, he dived into his cupboard, and hauled out an old knuckle-bone of ham, and two or three bottles of beer, together with the solemn pewter only used on state occasions ; while Arthur, equally elated at the easy accomplishment of his first act of volition in the joint establishment, produced from his side a bottle of pickles and a pot of jam, and cleared the table. In a minute or two the noise of the boys coming up from supper was heard, and Martin knocked and was admitted, bearing his bread and cheese, and the three fell to with hearty good will upon the viands, talking faster than they ate, for all shyness disappeared in a moment before Tom's bottled-beer and hos- pitable ways. " Here's Arthur, a regular young town-mouse, with a natural taste for the woods, Martin, longing to break his neck climbing trees, and with a passion for young snakes." "Well, I say," sputtered out Martin eagerly, "will you come to-morrow, both of you, to Caldecott's Spinney, then, for I know of a kestrel's nest, up a fir-tree — I can't get at it without help ; and. Brown, you can climb against any one." " Oh yes, do let us go," said Arthur ; " I never saw a hawk's nest, nor a hawk's ^gg^ "You just come down to my study then, and I'll show you five sorts," said Martin. | THE SUPPER. 257 " Ay, the old Madman has got the best collection in the house, out and out," said Tom ; and then Martin, warming with unaccustomed good cheer and the chance of a convert, launched out into a proposed birds'-nesting campaign, betray- ing all manner of important secrets ; a golden-crested wren's nest near Butlin's Mound, a moor-hen who was sitting on nine eggs in a pond down the Barby-road, and a kingfisher's nest in a corner of the old canal above Brownsover Mill. He had heard, he said, that no one had ever got a king- fisher's nest out perfect, and that the British Museum, or the Government, or somebody, had offered ;^ioo to any one who could bring them a nest and eggs not damaged. In the middle of which astounding announcement, to which the others were listening with open ears, and already considering the application of the ;^ioo, a knock came to the door, and East's voice was heard craving admittance. " There's Harry," said Tom ; ^* we'll let him in — I'll keep him steady, Martin. I thought the old boy would smell out the supper." The fact was that Tom's heart had already smitten him for not asking his "fidus Achates" to the feast, although only an extempore affair; and though prudence and the desire to get Martin and Arthur together alone at first had overcome his scruples, he was now heartily glad to open the door, broach another bottle of beer, and hand over the old ham-knuckle to the searching of his old friend's pocket- knife. " Ah, you greedy vagabonds," said East, with his mouth full, " I knew there was something going on when I saw you cut off out of Hall so quick with your suppers. What a S 258 THE SUPPER. stunning tap, Tom ! you are a wunner for bottling the swipes." " I've had practice enough for the sixth in my time, and it's hard if I haven't picked up a wrinkle or two for my own benefit." "Well, old Madman, and how goes the birds'-nesting campaign ? How's Howlett ? ' I expect the young rooks '11 be out in another fortnight, and then my turn comes." "There'll be no young rooks fit for pies for a month yet ; shows how much you know about it," rejoined Martin, who, though very good friends with East, regarded him with considerable suspicion for his propensity to practical jokes. "Scud knows nothing and cares for nothing but grub and mischief," said Tom ; " but young rook pie, specially when you've had to climb for them, is very pretty eating. How- ever, I say. Scud, we're all going after a hawk's nest to- morrow, in Caldecott's Spinney ; and if you'll come and behave yourself, we'll have a stunning climb." "And a bathe in Aganippe. Hooray! I'm your man." "No, no; no bathing in Aganippe; that's where our betters go." " Well, well, never mind. I'm for the hawk's nest and anything that turns up." And the bottled-beer being finished, and his hunger ap- peased. East departed to his study ; " that sneak Jones," as he informed them, who had just got into the sixth and occupied the next study, having instituted a nightly visitation upon East and his chum, to their no small discomfort. When he was gone, Martin rose to follow, but Tom stopped him. "No one goes near New Row," said he, "so VULGUSES. 259 you may just as well stop here and do your verses, and then we'll have some more talk. We'll be no end quiet ; besides, no praepostor comes here now — we haven't been visited once this half." So the table was cleared, the cloth restored, and the three fell to work with Gradus and dictionary upon the morning's vulgus. They were three very fair examples of the way in which such tasks were done at Rugby, in the consulship of Plancus. And doubtless the method is little changed, for there is nothing new under the sun, especially at schools. Now be it known unto all you boys who are at schools which do not rejoice in the time-honoured institution of the Vulgus, (commonly supposed to have been established by William of Wykeham at Winchester, and imported to Rugby by Arnold, more for the sake of the lines which were learnt by heart with it, than for its own intrinsic value, as I've always understood,) that it is a short exercise, in Greek or Latin verse, on a given subject, the minimum number of lines being fixed for each form. The master of the form gave out at fourth lesson on the previous day the subject for next morning's vulgus, and at first lesson each boy had to bring his vulgus ready to be looked over; and with the vulgus, a certain number of lines from one of the Latin or Greek poets then being construed in the form had to be got by heart. The master at first lesson called up each boy in the form in order, and put him on in the lines. If he couldn't say them, or seem to say them, by reading them off the master's or some other boy's book who stood near^ he was sent back, and went below all the boys who S 2 26o VULGUSES. did so say or seem to say them ; but in either case his vulgus was looked over by the master, who gave and entered in his book, to the credit or discredit of the boy, so many marks as the composition merited. At Rugby vulgus and lines were the first lesson every other day in the week, or Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays ; and as there were thirty-eight weeks in the school year, it is obvious to the meanest capacity that the master of each form had to set one hundred and fourteen subjects every year, two hundred and twenty-eight every two years, and so on. Now to persons of moderate invention this was a considerable task, and human nature being prone to repeat itself, it will not be wondered that the masters gave the same subjects sometimes over again after a certain lapse of time. To meet and rebuke this bad habit of the masters, the schoolboy mind, with its accustomed ingenuity, had invented an elaborate system of tradition. Almost every boy kept his own vulgus written out in a book, and these books were duly handed down from boy to boy, till (if the tradition has gone on till now) I suppose the popular boys, in whose hands bequeathed vulgus-books have accumulated, are prepared with three or four vulguses on any subject in heaven or earth, or in " more worlds than one," which an unfortunate master can pitch upon. At any rate, such lucky fellows had generally one for themselves and one for a friend in my time. The only objection to the traditionary method of doing your vulguses was, the risk that the successions might have become confused, and so that you and another follower of traditions should show up the same identical vulgus some fine morning ; in which case, when it happened, considerable grief was the result — but VULGUSES. 261 when did such risk hinder boys or men from short cuts and pleasant paths? Now in the study that night, Tom was the upholder of the traditionary method of vulgus doing. He carefully pro- duced two large vulgus-books, and began diving into them, and picking out a line here, and an ending there (tags as they were vulgarly called), till he had gotten all that he thought he could make fit. He then proceeded to patch his tags together with the help of his Gradus, producing an incongruous and feeble result of eight elegiac lines, the minimum quantity for his form, and finishing up with two highly moral lines extra, making ten in all, which he cribbed entire from one of his books, beginning *' O genus humanum," and which he himself must have used a dozen times before, whenever an unfortunate or wicked hero, of whatever nation or language under the sun, was the subject. Indeed he began to have great doubts whether the master wouldn't remember them, and so only threw them in as extra lines, because in any case they would call off attention from the other tags, and if detected, being extra lines, he wouldn't be sent back to do two more in their place, while if they passed muster again he would get marks for them. The second method pursued by Martin may be called the dogged, or prosaic method. He, no more than Tom, took any pleasure in the task, but having no old vulgus- books of his own, or any one's else, could not follow the traditionary method, for w^hich too, as Tom remarked, he hadn't the genius. Martin then proceeded to write down eight lines in English, of the most matter-of-fact kind, the first that came into his head ; and to convert these, line by 262 THE SCIENCE OF VERSE-MAKING. line, by main force of Gradus and dictionary, into Latin that would scan. This was all he cared for, to produce eight lines with no false quantities or concords : whether the words were apt, or what the sense was, mattered nothing ; and, as the article was all new, not a line beyond the minimum did the followers of the dogged method ever produce. The third, or artistic method, was Arthur's. He consi- dered first what point in the character or event which was the subject could most neatly be brought out within the limits of a vulgus, trying always to get his idea into the eight lines, but not binding himself to ten or even twelve lines if he couldn't do this. He then set to work, as much as possible without Gradus or other help, to clothe his idea in appropriate Latin or Greek, and would not be satisfi.ed till he had polished it well up with the aptest and mos.t poetic words, and phrases he could get at. A fourth method indeed was used in the school, but of too simple a kind to require a comment It may be called the vicarious method, obtained amongst big boys of Uzy or bullying habits, and consisted simply in making clever boys whom they could thrash do their whole vulgus for them, and construe it to them afterwards ; which latter is a method not to be encouraged, and which I strongly advise you all not to practise. Of the others, you will find the traditionary most troublesome, unless you can steal your vulgus^s, whole {experto crede), and that the artistic method pays the best both in marks and other ways. The vulguses being finished by nine o'clock, and Martin having rejoiced above measure in the abundance of light, and of Gradus and dictionary, and other conveniences almost MARTIN'S DEN. 263 unknown to him for getting through the work, and having been pressed by Arthur to come and do his verses there whenever he Hked, the three boys went down to Martin's den, and Arthur was initiated into the lore of birds'-eggs, to his great dehght. The exquisite colouring and forms astonished and charmed him who had scarcely ever seen any but a hen's Q'g^ or an ostrich's, and by the time he was lugged away to bed he had learned the names of at least twenty sorts, and dreamt of the glorious perils of tree- climbing, and that he had found a roc's ^g^ in the island as big as Sinbad's, and clouded like a titlark's, in blowing which Martin and he had nearly been drowned in the yolk. >64 MARTIN AND ARTHUR'S FIRST EXCURSION. \ CHAPTER IV. THE BIRD-FANCIERS. ' 1 have found out a gift for my fair, I have found where the wood-pigeons breed : But let me the phmder forbear, She would say 'twas a barbarous deed." — Roive. ■ And now, my lad, take them five shilling. And on my advice in future think ; So Billy pouched them all so willing, And got that night disguised in drink."— il/^S". Ballad. HE next morning at first les- I son Tom was turned back in his lines, and so had to wait till the second round, while Martin and Arthur said theirs all right and got out of school at once. When Tom got out and ran down to breakfast at Harrowell's they were miss- ing, and Stumps informed him that they had swallowed down their breakfasts and gone off together, — where, he couldn't say. Tom hurried over his own breakfast, and went first to Martin's study and then to his own, but no signs of the missing boys were TOM PUT OUT 265 to be found. He felt half angry and jealous of Martin — where could they be gone ? He learnt second lesson with East and the rest in no very good temper, and then went out into the quadrangle. About ten minutes before school Martin and Arthur arrived in the quadrangle breathless; and, catching sight of him, Arthur rushed up all excitement and with a bright glow on his face. " Oh, Tom, look here," cried he, holding out three moor- hen's eggs ; " we've been down to Barby-road to the pool Martin told us of last night, and just see what we've got." Tom wouldn't be pleased, and only looked out for some- thing to find fault with. " Why, young un," said he, " what have you been after } You don't mean to say you Ve been wading } " B The tone of reproach made poor little Arthur shrink up Ik a moment and look piteous, and Tom with a shrug of ^nis shoulders turned his anger on Martin. "Well, I didn't think, Madman, that you'd have been such a muff as to let him be getting wet through at this time of day. You might have done the wading yourself." mm " So I did, of course, only he would come in, too, to see the nest. We left six eggs in ; they'll be hatched in a day or two." *' Hang the eggs ! " said Tom ; '' a fellow can't turn his back for a moment but all his work's undone. He'll be laid up for a week for this precious lark, I'll be bound." " Indeed, Tom, now," pleaded Arthur, " my feet ain't wet, for Martin made me take off my shoes and stockings and trousers." 266 BIRD 'S NESTING. 'A " But they are wet and dirty, too — can't I see ? " answered Tom ; " and you'll be called up and floored when the master sees what a state you're in. You haven't looked at second lesson, you know." O Tom, you old humbug ! you to be upbraiding any one with not learning their lessons. If you hadn't been floored yourself now at first lesson, do you mean to say you wouldn't have been with them } and you've taken away all poor little Arthur's joy and pride in his first birds' eggs, and he goes and puts them down in the study, and takes down his books with a sigh, thinking he has done some- thing horribly wrong, whereas he has learnt on in advance much more than will be done at second lesson. M But the old Madman hasn't, and gets called up and makes some frightful shots, losing about ten places, and all but getting floored. This somewhat appeases Tom's wrath, and by the end of the lesson he has regained his temper. And afterwards in their study he begins to get right again, as he watches Arthur's intense joy at seeing Martin blowing the eggs and glueing them carefully on to bits of cardboard, and notes the anxious loving looks which the little fellow casts sidelong at him. And then he thinks, "What an ill- tempered beast I am ! Here's just what I was wishing for last night come about, and I'm spoiling it all," and in another five minutes has swallowed the last mouthful of his bile, and is repaid by seeing his little sensitive plant expand again, and sun itself in his smiles. After dinner the Madman is busy with the preparations for their expedition, fitting new straps on to his climbing- irons, filling large pill-boxes with cotton-wool, and sharpening East's small axe. They carry all their munitions into calling- BIRD 'S NESTING. 267 over, and directly afterwards, having dodged such praepostors as are on the look-out for fags at cricket, the four set off at a smart trot down the Lawford footpath straight for Caldecott's Spinr^ey aad the hawk's nest. Martin leads, the way in high feather ; ' it is quite a new sensation to him getting companions, and he finds it very pleasant, and means to show them all manner of proofs of his science and skill. '' Brown and East may be better at cricket and football and games," thinks he, "■ but out in the fields and woods, see if I can't teach them something." He has taken the leadership already, and strides away in front with his climbing-irons strapped under one arm, his pecking- bag under the other, and his pockets and hat full of pill- boxes, cottgn-wool, and other etceteras. Each of the others carries a pecking-bag, and East his hatchet. When they had crossed three or four fields without a check, Arthur began to lag, and Tom seeing this shouted to Martin to pull up a bit : " We ain't out Hare-and-hounds — ^what's the good of grinding on at this rate } " *' There's the spinney," said Martin, pulling up on the brow of a slope at the bottom of which lay Lawford brook, and pointing to the top of the opposite slope; "the nest is in one of thosje high fir-trees at this end. And down by the brook therex I know of a sedge-bird's nest ; we'll go and look at it caming back." " Oh, come on, don't let us stop," said Arthur> who was getting excited at the sight of the wood ; so they broke into a trot again, and were soon across the brook, up the slope, and into the spinney. Here they advanced as noise- lessly as possible, lest keepers or other enemies should be 268 BIRD'S NESTING. about, and stopped at the foot of a tall fir, at the top of which Martin pointed out with pride the kestrel's nest, the object of their quest. " Oh where ! which is it ? " asks Arthur, gaping up in the air, and having the most vague idea of what it would be like. " There, don't you see .? " said East, pointing to a lump of mistletoe in the next tree, which was a beech : he saw that Martin and Tom were busy with the climbing-irons, and couldn't resist the temptation of hoaxing. Arthur stared and wondered more than ever. " Well, how curious ! it doesn't look a bit like what I expected," said he. " Very odd birds, kestrels," said East, looking waggishly at his victim, who was still star-gazing. ''But I thought it was in a fir-tree.?" objected Arthur. '' Ah, don't you know .? that's a new sort of fir which old Caldecott brought from the Himalayas." " Really ! " said Arthur ; " I'm glad I know that — how unlike our firs they are ! They do very well too here, don't they.? the spinney's full of them." " What's that humbug he's telling you .? " cried Tom, looking up, having caught the word Himalayas, and suspecting what East was after. *' Only about this fir," said Arthur, putting his hand on the stem of the beech. "Fir!" shouted Tom; "why, you don't mean to say, young un, you don't know a beech when you see one .? " Poor little Arthur looked terribly ashamed, and East exploded in laughter which made the wood ring. CLIMBING THE FIR TREE AFTER THE KI'SlRll/s NEST. ]'. 261). BIRD 'S NESTING. 269 " I've hardly ever seen any trees," faltered Arthur. " What a shame to hoax him, Scud ! " cried Martin. " Never mind, Arthur, you shall know more about trees than he does in a week or two." '' And isn't that the kestrel's nest, then } " asked Arthur. " That ! why, that's a piece of mistletoe. There's the nest, that lump of sticks up this fir." " Don't believe him, Arthur," struck in the incorrigible East ; " I just saw an old magpie go out of it." Martin did not deign to reply to this sally, except by a grunt, as he buckled the last buckle of his climbing-irons ; and Arthur looked reproachfully at East without speaking. But now came the tug of war. It was a very difficult tree to climb until the branches were reached, the first of which was some fourteen feet up, for the trunk was too large at the bottom to be swarmed ; in fact, neither of the boys could reach more than half round it with their arms. Martin and Tom, both of whom had irons on, tried it without success at first ; the fir bark broke away where they stuck the irons in as soon as they leant any weight on their feet, and the grip of their arms wasn't enough to keep them up ; so, after getting up three or four feet, down they came slithering to the ground, barking their arms and faces. They were furious, and East sat by laughing and shouting at each failure, " Two to one on the old magpie ! " " We must try a pyramid," said Tom ^t last. " Now, Scud, you lazy rascal, stick yourself against the tree ! " " I dare say ! and have you standing on my shoulders with the irons on: what do you think my skin's made of.?" However, up he got, and leant against the tree, putting his 270 BIRD'S NESTING. head down and clasping it with his arms as far as he could. " Now then, Madman," said Tom, " you next." " No, I'm lighter than you ; you go next." So Tom got on East's shoulders, and grasped the tree above, and then Martin scrambled up on to Tom's shoulders, amidst the totterings and groanings of the pyramid, and, with a spring which sent his supporters howling to the ground, clasped the stem some ten feet up, and remained clinging. For a moment or two they thought he couldn't get up, but then, holding on with arms and teeth, he worked first one iron, then the other firmly into the bark, got another grip with his arms, and in another minute had hold of the lowest branch. " All up with the old magpie now," said East ; and, after a minute's rest, up went Martin, hand over hand, watched by Arthur with fearful eagerness. ''Isn't it very dangerous.?" said he. '* Not a bit," answered Tom ; '' you can't hurt if you only get good hand-hold. Try every branch with a good pull before you trust it, and then up you go." Martin was now amongst the small branches close to the nest, and away dashed the old bird, and soared up above the trees, watching the intruder. " All right — four eggs ! " shouted he. ''Take 'em all!" shouted East; "that'll be one apiece." " No, no ! leave one, and then she won't care," said Tom. We boys had an idea that birds couldn't count, and were quite content as long as you left one egg. I hope it is so. Martin carefully put one Qgg into each of his boxes and the third into his mouth, the only other place of safety. PECKING. 271 and came down like a lamplighter. All went well till he was within ten feet of the ground, when, as the trunk enlarged, his hold got less and less firm, and at last down he came with a run, tumbling on to his back on the turf, spluttering and spitting out the remains of the great ^gg, which had broken by the jar of his fall. " Ugh, ugh ! something to drink — ugh ! it was addled," spluttered he, while the wood rang again with the merry laughter of East and Tom. Then they examined the prizes, gathered up their things, and went off to the brook, where Martin swallowed huge draughts of water to get rid of the taste ; and they visited the sedge-bird's nest, and from thence struck across the country in high glee, beating the hedges and brakes as they went along; and Arthur at last, to his intense delight, was allowed to climb a small hedgerow oak for a magpie's nest with Tom, who kept all round him like a mother, and showed him where to hold and how to throw his weight ; and though he was in a great fright, didn't show it; and was applauded by all for his iisspmness. They crossed a road soon afterwards, and there close to them lay a heap of charming pebbles. " Look here," shouted East, " here's luck ! I've been longing for some good honest pecking this half-hour. Let's fill the bags, and have no more of this foozling bird's-nesting." No one objected, so each boy filled the fustian bag he carried full of stones: they crossed into the next field, Tom and East taking one side of the hedges, and the other two the other side. Noise enough they made certainly, but it was too early in the season for the young birds, and the 272 WHA T IS LARCENY? old birds were too strong on the wing for our young marksmen, and flew out of shot after the first discharge. But it was great fun, rushing along the hedgerows, and discharging stone after stone at blackbirds and chaffinches, though no result in the shape of slaughtered birds was obtained ; and Arthur soon entered into it, and rushed to head back the birds, and shouted, and threw, and tumbled into ditches and over and through hedges, as wild as the Madman himself Presently the party, in full cry after an old blackbird (who was evidently used to the thing and enjoyed the fun, for he would wait till they came close to him and then fly on for forty yards or so, and, with an impudent flicker of his tail, dart into the depths of the quickset), came beating down a high double hedge, two on each side. " There he is again," " Head him," " Let drive," " I had him there," " Take care where you're throwing. Madman," the shouts might have been heard a quarter of a mile ofl". They were heard some two hundred yards ofl* by a farmer and two of his shepherds, who were doctoring sheep in a fold in the next field. Now, the farmer in question rented a house and yard situate at the end of the field in which the young bird- fanciers had arrived, which house and yard he didn't occupy or keep any one else in. Nevertheless, like a brainless and unreasoning Briton, he persisted in maintaining on the premises a large stock of cocks, hens, and other poultry. Of course, all sorts of depredators visited the place from time to time : foxes and gipsies wrought havoc in the night ; while in the day-time, I regret to have to confess that visits from the THE TROUBLESOME DUCK. 73 Rugby boys, and consequent disappearances of ancient and respectable fowls, were not unfrequent Tom and East had during the period of their outlawry visited the barn in question for felonious purposes, and on one occasion had conquered and slain a duck there, and borne away the carcase trium- phantly, hidden in their handkerchiefs. However, they were sickened of the practice by the trouble and anxiety which the wretched duck's body caused them. They carried it to Sally Harrowell's, in hopes of a good supper ; but she, after examining it, made a long face, and refused to dress or have anything to do with it. Then they took it into their study, T 274 THE TROUBLESOME DUCK. and began plucking it themselves ; but what to do with the feathers, where to hide them ? '' Good gracious, Tom, what a lot of feathers a duck has ! " groaned East, holding a bag full in his hand, and looking disconsolately at the carcase, not yet half plucked. "And I do think he's getting high too, already," said Tom, smelling at him cautiously, " so we must finish him up soon." " Yes, all very well, but how are we to cook him } Tm sure I ain't going to try it on in the hall or passages ; we can't afford to be roasting ducks about, our character's too ''^^■' . . i " I wish we were rid of the brute," said Tom, throwing him on the table in disgust. And after a day or two more it became clear that got rid of he must be ; so they packed him and sealed him up in brown paper, and put him in the cupboard of an unoccupied study, where he was found in the holidays by the matron, a grewsome body. They had never been duck-hunting there since, but others had, and the bold yeoman was very sore on the subject, and bent on making an example of the first boys he could catch. So he and his shepherds crouched behind the hurdles, and watched the party who were approaching all unconscious. Why should that old guinea-fowl be lying out in the hedge just at this particular moment of all the year .-^ Who can say .'' Guinea-fowls always are — so are all other things, animals, and persons — requisite for getting one into scrapes, always ready when any mischief can come of them. At any rate, just under East's nose popped out the old guinea-hen, scuttling along and shrieking " Come back, come back," at the top of her voice. Either of the other three might perhaps have with- A SUDDEN FLIGHT. 275 stood the temptation, but East first lets drive the stone he has in his hand at her, and then rushes to turn her into the hedge again. He succeeds, and then they are all at it for dear life, up and down the hedge in full cry, the '' Come back, come back," getting shriller and fainter every minute. Meantime, the farmer and his men steal over the hurdles and creep down the hedge towards the scene of action. They are almost within a stone's throw of Martin, who is pressing the unlucky chase hard, when Tom catches sight of them, and sings out, " Louts, 'ware louts, your side ! Madman, look ahead ! " and then catching hold of Arthur, hurries him away across the field towards Rugby as hard as they can tear. Had he been by himself, he would have stayed to see it out with the others, but now his heart sinks and all his pluck goes. The idea of being led up to the Doctor with Arthur for bagging fowls, quite unmans and takes half the run out of him. However, no boys are more able to take care of them- selves than East and Martin ; they dodge the pursuers, slip through a gap, and come pelting after Tom and Arthur, whom they catch up in no time ; the farmer and his men are making good running about a field behind. Tom wishes to himself that they had made ofi" in any other direction, but now they are all in for it together, and must see it out. "You won't leave the young un, will you } " says he, as they haul poor little Arthur, already losing wind from the fright, through the next hedge. *' Not we," is the answer from both. The next hedge is a stiff one; the pursuers gain horribly on them, and they only just pull Arthur through, with two great rents in his trousers, as the foremost shepherd comes up on the other T 2 276 RUNNING FOR A CONVOY. side. As they start into the next field, they are aware of two figures walking down the footpath in the middle of it, and recognise Holmes and Diggs taking a constitutional. Those good-natured fellows immediately shout " On." " Let's go to them and surrender," pants Tom. — Agreed. — And in another minute the four boys, to the great astonishment of those worthies, rush breathless up to Holmes and Diggs, who pull up to see what is the matter ; and then the w^hole is explained by the appearance of the farmer and his men, who unite their forces and bear down on the knot of boys. There is no time to explain, and Tom's heart beats fright- fully quick, as he ponders, " Will they stand by us .? " The farmer makes a rush at East and collars him ; and that young gentleman, with unusual discretion, instead of kick- ing his shins, looks appealingly at Holmes, and stands still. " Hullo there, not so fast," says Holmes, who is bound to stand up for them till they are proved in the wrong. " Now what's all this about.?" " I've got the young varmint at last, have I," pants the farmer ; " why, they've been a skulking about my yard and stealing my fowls, that's where 'tis ; and if I doan't have they flogged for it, every one on 'em, my name ain't Thompson." Holmes looks grave, and Diggs's face falls. They are quite ready to fight, no boys in the school more so ; but they are praepostors, and understand their office, and can't uphold unrighteous causes. *' I haven't been near his old barn this half," cries East. "Nor I," "nor I," chime in Tom and Martin. " Now, Willum, didn't you see 'em there last week } " A DEBATE. 277 " Ees, I seen 'em sure enough," says Willum, grasping a prong he carried, and preparing for action. The boys deny stoutly, and Willum is driven to admit that, " if it worn't they 'twas chaps as like 'em as two peas'n ;" and " leastways he'll swear he see'd them two in the yard last Martinmas," indicating East and Tom. Holmes has had time to meditate. " Now, sir," says he to Willum, " you see you can't remember what you have seen, and I believe the boys." " I doan't care," blusters the farmer ; " they was arter my fowls to-day, that's enough for I. Willum, you catch hold o' t'other chap. They've been a sneaking about this two hours, I tells ee," shouted he, as Holmes stands between Martin and Willum, " and have druv a matter of a dozen young pullets pretty nigh to death." " Oh, there's a whacker ! " cried East ; " we haven't been within a hundred yards of his barn ; we haven't been up here above ten minutes, and we've seen nothing but a tough old guinea-hen, who ran like a greyhound." " Indeed, that's all true. Holmes, upon my honour," added Tom ; " we weren't after his fowls ; guinea-hen ran out of the hedge under our feet, and we've seen nothing else." " Drat their talk. Thee catch hold o' t'other, Willum, and come along wi' un." " Farmer Thompson," said Holmes, warning off Willum and the prong with his stick, while Diggs faced the other shepherd, cracking his fingers like pistol shots, " now listen to reason — the boys haven't been after your fowls, that's plain." " Tells ee I seed 'em. Who be you, I should like to know .? " 278 A COMPROMISE. " Never you mind, Farmer," answered Holmes. " And now I'll just tell you what it is — you ought to be ashamed of yourself for leaving all that poultry about, with no one to watch it, so near the School. You deserve to have it all stolen. So if you choose to come up to the Doctor with them, I shall go with you, and tell him what I think of it." The farmer began to take Holmes for a master ; besides, he wanted to get back to his flock. Corporal punishment was out of the question, the odds were too great ; so he began to hint at paying for the damage. Arthur jumped at this, offering to pay anything, and the farmer immediately valued the guinea-hen at half-a-sovereign. " Half-a-sovereign ! " cried East, now released from the farmer's grip ; " well, that is a good one ! the old hen ain't hurt a bit, and she's seven years old, I know, and as tough as whipcord ; she couldn't lay another Qgg to save her life." It was at last settled that they should pay the farmer two shillings, and his man one shilling, and so the matter ended, to the unspeakable relief of Tom, who hadn't been able to say a word, being sick at heart at the idea of what the Doctor would think of him : and now the whole party of boys marched off down the foot-path towards Rugby. Holmes, who was one of the best boys in the School, began to im- prove the occasion. " Now, you youngsters," said he, as he marched along in the middle of them, " mind this ; you're very well out of this scrape. Don't you go near Thompson's barn again, do you hear 1 " Profuse promises from all, especially East. "Mind, I don't ask questions," went on Mentor, "but I rather think some of you have been there before this after to HOLMES LECTURES ON SCHOOL LARCENY. 2jCf his chickens. Now, knocking over other people's chickens, and running off with them, .is steahng. It's a nasty word, but that's the plain English of it. If the chickens were dead and lying in a shop, you wouldn't take them, I know that, any more than you would apples out of Griffith's basket ; but there's no real difference between chickens running about and apples on a tree, and the same articles in a shop. I wish our morals were sounder in such matters. There's nothing so mischievous as these school distinctions, which jumble up right and wrong, and justify things in us for which poor boys would be sent to prison." And good old Holmes delivered his soul on the walk home of many wise sayings, and, as the song says — "Gee'd 'em a sight of good advice" — which same sermon sank into them all more or less, and very penitent they were for several hours. But truth compels me to admit that East at any rate forgot it all in a week, but remembered the insult which had been put upon him by Farmer Thompson, and, with the Tadpole and other hair- brained youngsters, committed a raid on the barn soon after- wards, in which they were caught by the shepherds and severely handled, besides having to pay eight shillings, all the money they had in the world, to escape being taken up to the Doctor. Martin became a constant inmate in the joint study from is time, and Arthur took to him so kindly that Tom couldn't resist slight fits of jealousy, which however he managed to keep to himself The kestrel's eggs had not been broken, strange to say, and formed the nucleus of Arthur's collection, 28o ARTHUR SEALS HIS FRIENDSHIP. at which Martin worked heart and soul ; and introduced Arthur to Howlett the bird-fancier, and instructed him in the rudiments of the art of stuffing. In token of his gratitude, Arthur allowed Martin to tattoo a small anchor on one of his wrists, which decoration, however, he carefully concealed from Tom. Before the end of the half-year he had trained into a bold climber and good runner, and, as Martin had foretold, knew twice as much about trees, birds, flowers, and many other things, as our good-hearted and facetious young friend Harry East. FIGHTING IN GENERAL. 2SI CHAPTER V. THE FIGHT. ' Surgebat Macnevisius Et mox jactabat ultro, Pngnabo tua gratia Fenxri hoc Mactwoltro."— ^/^«/Vi«. HERE is a certain sort of fellow, we who are used to studying boys all know him well enough, of whom you can predicate with almost positive certainty, after he has been a month at school, that he is sure to have a fight, and with almost equal certainty that he will have but one. Tom Brown was one of these; and as it is our well-weighed intention to give a full, true, and correct account of Tom's only single combat with a schoolfellow in the manner of our old friend Bells Life let those young persons whose stomachs are not strong, or who think a good set-to with the weapons which God 282 FIGHTING IN GENERAL. * has given us all, an uncivilized, unchristian, or ungentle- manly affair, just skip this chapter at once, for it won't be to their taste. It was not at all usual in those days for two School-house boys to have a fight. Of course there were exceptions, when some cross-grained hard-headed fellow came up who would never be happy unless he was quarrelling with his nearest neighbours, or when there was some class-dispute between the fifth form and the fags for instance, which required blood- letting; and a champion was picked out on each side tacitly, who settled the matter by a good hearty mill. But for the most part, the constant use of those surest keepers of the peace, the boxing-gloves, kept the School-house boys from fighting one another. Two or three nights in every week the gloves were brought out, either in the hall or fifth-form room ; and every boy who was ever likely to fight at all knew all his neighbours' prowess perfectly well, and could tell to a nicety what chance he would have in a stand-up fight with any other boy in the house. But of course no such expe- rience could be gotten as regarded boys in other houses ; and as most of the other houses were more or less jealous of the School-house, collisions were frequent. After all, what would life be without fighting, I should like to know } From the cradle to the grave, fighting, rightly understood, is the business, the real, highest, honestest business of every son of man. Every one who is worth his salt has his enemies, who must be beaten, be they evil thoughts and habits in himself or spiritual wickednesses in high places, or Russians, or Border-rufiians, or Bill, Tom, or Harry, who will not let him live his life in quiet till he has thrashed them. HOW THE FIGHT AROSE. 283 It is no good for Quakers, or any other body of men, to uplift their voices against fighting. Human nature is too strong for them, and they don't follow their own precepts. Every soul Of them is doing his own piece of fighting, some- how and somewhere. The world might be a better world without fighting, for anything I know, but it wouldn't be our world ; and therefore I am dead against crying peace when there is no peace, and isn't meant to be. I am as sorry as any man to see folk fighting the wrong people and the wrong things, but I'd a deal sooner see them doing that, than that they should have no fight in them. So having recorded, and being about to record, my hero's fights of all sorts, with all sorts of enemies, I shall now proceed to give an account of his passage-at-arms with the only one of his schoolfellows whom he ever had to encounter in this manner. It was drawing towards the close of Arthur's first half- I year, and the May evenings were lengthening out. Locking- up was not till eight o'clock, and everybody was beginning to talk about what he would do in the holidays. The shell, .. in which form all our dramatis persona; now are, were reading I amongst other things the last book of Homer's Iliad, and had worked through it as far as the speeches of the women over Hector's body. It is a whole school-day, and four or five of the School-house boys (amongst whom are Arthur, Tom, and East) are preparing third lesson together. They have finished the regulation forty lines, and are for the most part getting very tired, notwithstanding the exquisite pathos >f Helen's lamentation. And now several long four-syllabled ^ords come together, and the boy with the dictionary strikes 'Ork. 284 HOIV THE FIGHT AROSE, " I am not going to look out any more words," says he ; "we've done the quantity. Ten to one we shan't get so far. Let's go out into the close." "Come along, boys," cries East, always ready to leave " the grind," as he called it ; " our old coach is laid up, you know, and we shall have one of the new masters, who's sure to go slow and let us down easy." So an adjournment to the close was carried nem. con.^ little Arthur not daring to uplift his voice; but, being deeply in- terested in what they were reading, stayed quietly behind, and learnt on for his own pleasure. As East had said, the regular master of the form was unwell, and they were to be heard by one of the new masters, quite a young man, who had only just left the University. Certainly it would be hard lines, if, by dawdling as much as possible in coming in and taking their places, entering into long-winded explanations of what was the usual course of the regular master of the form, and others of the stock con- trivances of boys for wasting time in school, they could not spin out the lesson so that he should not work them through more than the forty lines ; as to which quantity there was a perpetual fight going on between the master and his form, the latter insisting, and enforcing by passive resistance, that it was the prescribed quantity of Homer for a shell lesson, the former that there was no fixed quantity, but that they must always be ready to go on to fifty or sixty lines if there were time within the hour. However, notwithstanding all their efforts, the new master got on horribly quick ; he seemed' to have the bad taste to be really interested in the lesson, and to be trying to work them up into something HO IV THE FIGHT AROSE. 285 like appreciation of it, giving them good spirited English words, instead of the wretched bald stuff into which they rendered poor old Homer ; and construing over each piece himself to them, after each boy, to show them how it should be done. Now the clock strikes the three-quarters ; there is only a quarter of an hour more ; but the forty lines are all but done. So the boys, one after another, who are called up, stick more and more, and make balder and ever more bald work of it. The poor young master is pretty near beat by this time, and feels ready to knock his head against the wall, or his fingers against somebody else's head. So he gives up altogether the lower and middle parts of the form, and looks round in de- spair at the boys on the top bench, to see if there is one out of whom he can strike a spark or two, and who will be too chivalrous to murder the most beautiful utterances of the most beautiful woman of the old world. His eye rests on Arthur, and he calls him up to finish construing Helen's speech. Whereupon all the other boys draw long breaths, and begin to stare about and take it easy. They are all safe; Arthur is the head of the form, and sure to be able to construe, and that will tide on safely till the hour strikes. Arthur proceeds to read out the passage in Greek before construing it, as the custom is. Tom, who isn't paying much attention, is suddenly caught by the falter in his voice as he reads the two lines — oXkb. (TV t6v 7' i-Jr(€a AND HIS THOUGHTS THERE, 375 life and death, he could have borne it all without a murmur. But that he should have gone away for ever without knowing it all, was' too much to bear." "But am I sure that he does not know it all?" — the thought made him start — "May he not even now be near me, in this very chapel ? If he be, am I sorrowing as he would have me sorrow — as I should wish to have sorrowed when I shall meet him again ? " He raised himself up and looked round ; and after a minute rose and walked humbly down to the lowest bench, and sat down on the very seat which he had occupied on his first Sunday at Rugby. And then the old memories rushed back again, but softened and subdued, and soothing him as he let himself be carried away by them. And he looked up at the great painted window above the altar, and remembered how when a little boy he used to try not to look through it at the elm-trees and the rooks, before the painted glass came — and the subscription for the painted glass, and the letter he wrote home for money to give to it. And there, down below, was the very name of the boy who sat on his right hand on that first day, scratched rudely in the oak panelling. And then came the thought of all his old schoolfellows; and form after form of boys, nobler and braver and purer than he, rose up and seemed to rebuke him. Could he not think of them, and what they had felt and were feeling, they who had honoured and loved from the first, the man whom he had taken years to know and love t Could he not thinkj>. of those yet dearer to him who was gone, who bore his name and shared his blood, and were now without a husband or a father.'* Then the grief which he began to share with 3/6 FINIS. others became gentle and holy, and he rose up once more, and walked up the steps to the altar; and while the tears flowed freely down his cheeks, knelt down humbly" and hope- fully, to lay down there his share of a burden which had proved itself too heavy for him to bear in his own strength. Here let us leave him — where better could we leave him than at the altar, before which he had first caught a glimpse of the glory of his birthright, and felt the drawing of the bond which links all living souls together in one brotherhood — at the grave beneath the altar of him who had opened his eyes to see that glory, and softened his heart till it could feel that bond ? And let us not be hard on him, if at that moment his soul is fuller of the tomb and him who lies there, than of the altar and Him of whom it speaks. Such stages have to be gone through, I believe, by all young and brave souls who must win their way through hero-worship, to the worship of Him who is the King and Lord of heroes. For it is only through our mysterious human relationships, through the love and tenderness and purity of mothers and sisters and wives, through the strength and courage and wisdom of fathers and brothers and teachers, that we can come to the knowledge of Him, in whom alone the love, and the tenderness, and the purity, and the strength, and the courage, and the wisdom of all these dwell for ever and ever in perfect fulness. LONDON : R. CLAY, SONS, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS. ^ i j^jwiUONlj I 1 (MT- BY AN /SO OLD BOY At/fyrA