Well! exclaimed Shank, with a dubious glance, for he disliked the seriousness of his friends tone.
Your father began Charlie.
Please dont speak about him, interrupted the other. I know all that you can say. His case is hopeless, and I cant bear to speak about it.
Well, I wont speak about him, though I cannot agree with you that his case is hopeless. But it is yourself that I wish to speak about. You and I are soon to separate; it must be for a good long whileit may be for ever. Now I must speak out my mind before I go. My old playmate, school-fellow, and chum, you have begun to walk in your poor fathers footsteps, and you may be sure that if you dont turn round all your hopes will be blastedat least for this lifeperhaps also for that which is to come. Now dont be angry or hurt, Shank. Remember that you not only encouraged me, but advised me to speak out my mind.
Yes, but I did not advise you to form a false, uncharitable judgment of your chum, returned Leather, with a dash of bitterness in his tone. I admit that Im fond of a social glass, and that I sometimes, though rarely, take a littlea very littlemore than, perhaps, is necessary. But that is very different from being a drunkard, which you appear to assume that I am.
Nay, Shank, I dont assume that. What I said was that you are beginning to walk in your dear fathers footsteps. No man ever yet became a drunkard without beginning. And I feel certain that no man ever, when beginning, had the most distant intention or expectation of becoming a drunkard. Your danger, dear old fellow, lies in your not seeing the danger. You admit that you like a social glass. Shank, I candidly make the same admissionI like it,but after seeing your father, and hearing your defence, the danger has been so deeply impressed on me, that from this hour I resolve, God helping me, never more to taste a social glass.
Well, Charlie, you know yourself best, returned his friend airily, and if you think yourself in so great danger, of course your resolve is a very prudent one; but for myself, I admit that I see no danger, and I dont feel any particular weakness of will in regard to temptation.
Ah, Shank, you remind me of an eccentric old lady I have heard of who was talking with a friend about the difficulties of life. My dear, said the friend, I do find it such a difficult thing to resist temptationdont you? No, replied the eccentric old lady, I dont, for I never resist temptation, I always give way to it!
I cant quite make out how your anecdote applies to me, Charlie.
Dont you see? You feel no weakness of will in regard to temptation because you never give your will an opportunity of resisting it. You always give way to it. You see, I am speaking out my mind freelyas you have advised!
Yes, and you take the whole of my advice, and fear nothing, else you would not risk a quarrel by doing so. But really, my boy, its of no use your troubling your head on that subject, for I feel quite safe, and I dont mean to give in, so theres an end ont.
Our hero persevered notwithstanding, and for some time longer sought to convince or move his friend both by earnest appeal and light pleasantry, but to all appearance without success, although he reduced him to silence. He left him at last, and went home meditating on the truth of the proverb that a man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still.
Chapter Five.
All Things to All Men
Under the influence of favouring breezes and bright skies the Walrus swept gaily over the ocean at the beginning of her voyage, with stunsls slow and aloft, royals and sky-scrapers, according to Captain Stride. At least, if these were not the exact words he used, they express pretty well what he meant, namely, a cloud of canvas.
But this felicitous state of things did not last. The tropics were reached, where calms prevailed with roasting heat. The Southern Atlantic was gained, and gales were met with. The celebrated Cape was doubled, and the gales, if we may say so, were trebled. The Indian Ocean was crossed, and the China Seas were entered, where typhoons blew some of the sails to ribbons, and snapped off the topmasts like pipe-stems. Then she sailed into the great Pacific, and for a time the Walrus sported pleasantly among the coral islands.
During all this time, and amid all these changes, Charlie Brooke, true to his character, was the busiest and most active man on board. Not that his own special duties gave him much to do, for, until the vessel should reach port, these were rather light; but our heroas Stride expressed itmust always be doing. If he had not work to do he made itchiefly in the way of assisting other people. Indeed there was scarcely a man or boy on board who did not have the burden of his toil, whatever it was, lightened in consequence of young Brookes tendency to put his powerful shoulder voluntarily to the wheel. He took the daily observations with the captain, and worked out the ships course during the previous twenty-four hours. He handled the adze and saw with the carpenter, learned to knot and splice, and to sew canvas with the bosns mate, commented learnedly and interestingly on the preparation of food with the cook, and spun yarns with the men on the forecastle, or listened to the long-winded stories of the captain and officers in the cabin. He was a splendid listener, being much more anxious to ascertain exactly the opinions of his friends and mates than to advance his own. Of course it followed that Charlie was a favourite.
With his insatiable desire to acquire information of every kind, he had naturally, when at home, learned a little rough-and-tumble surgery, with a slight smattering of medicine. It was not much, but it proved to be useful as far as it went, and his little knowledge was not dangerous, because he modestly refused to go a single step beyond it in the way of practice, unless, indeed, he was urgently pressed to do so by his patients. In virtue of his attainments, real and supposed, he came to be recognised as the doctor of the ship, for the Walrus carried no medical man.
Look here, Brooke, said the only passenger on boarda youth of somewhat delicate constitution, who was making the voyage for the sake of his health,Ive got horrible toothache. Dyou think you can do anything for me?
Lets have a look at it, said Charlie, with kindly interest, though he felt half inclined to smile at the intensely lugubrious expression of the youths face.
Why, Raywood, that is indeed a bad tooth; nothing that I know of will improve it. Theres a cavern in it big and black enough to call to remembrance the Black Hole of Calcutta! A red-hot wire might destroy the nerve, but I never saw one used, and should not like to try it.
Horrible! exclaimed Raywood. Ive been mad with pain all the morning, and cant afford to be driven madder. Perhaps, somewhere or other in the ship there may be aathingumy.
A whatumy? inquired the other.
A key, ororpincers, groaned Raywood, for extractingoh! man, couldnt you pull it out?
Easily, said Charlie, with a smile. Ive got a pair of forcepsalways carry them in case of need, but never use them unless the patient is very bad, and must have it out.
Poor Raywood protested, with another groan, that his was a case in point, and it must come out; so Charlie sought for and found his forceps.
Easily, said Charlie, with a smile. Ive got a pair of forcepsalways carry them in case of need, but never use them unless the patient is very bad, and must have it out.
Poor Raywood protested, with another groan, that his was a case in point, and it must come out; so Charlie sought for and found his forceps.
It wont take long, I suppose? said the patient rather nervously, as he opened his mouth.
Oh no. Only a moment or
A fearful yell, followed by a gasp, announced to the whole ships company that a crisis of some sort had been passed by some one, and the expert though amateur dentist congratulated his patient on his deliverance from the enemy.
Only three of the ships company, however, had witnessed the operation. One was Dick Darvall, the seaman who chanced to be steering at the time, and who could see through the open skylight what was being enacted in the cabin. Another was the captain, who stood beside him. The third was the cabin-boy, Will Ward, who chanced to be cleaning some brasses about the skylight at the time, and was transfixed by what we may style delightfully horrible sensations. These three watched the proceedings with profound interest, some sympathy, and not a little amusement.
Mind your helm, Darvall, said the Captain, stifling a laugh as the yell referred to burst on his ears.
Ay, ay, sir, responded the seaman, bringing his mind back to his duty, as he bestowed a wink on the brass-polishing cabin-boy.
Hes up to everything, said Darvall in a low voice, referring to our hero.
From pitch-and-toss to manslaughter, responded the boy, with a broad grin.
I do believe, Mr Brooke, that you can turn your hand to anything, said Captain Stride, as Charlie came on deck a few minutes later. Did you ever study doctoring or surgery?
Not regularly, answered Charlie; but occasionally Ive had the chance of visiting hospitals and dissecting-rooms, besides hearing lectures on anatomy, and I have taken advantage of my opportunities. Besides, Im fond of mechanics; and tooth-drawing is somewhat mechanical. Of course I make no pretension to a knowledge of regular dentistry, which involves, I believe, a scientific and prolonged education.
May be so, Mr Brooke, returned the captain, but your knowledge seems deep and extensive enough to me, for, except in the matter o navigation, I havent myself had much schoolin, but I do like to see a fellow that can use his hands. As I said to my missus, not two days before I left er: Maggie, says I, a man that cant turn his hands to anything aint worth his salt. For why? Hes useless at sea, an, by consequence, cant be of much value on land.
Your reasoning is unanswerable, returned Charlie, with a laugh.
Not so sure o that, rejoined the captain, with a modestly dubious shake of his head; leastwise, however unanswerable it may be, my missus always manages to answer itsomehow.
At that moment one of the sailors came aft to relieve the man-at-the-wheel.
Dick Darvall was a grave, tall, dark, and handsome man of about five-and-twenty, with a huge black beard, as fine a seaman as one could wish to see standing at a ships helm, but he limped when he left his post and went forward.
Hows the leg to-day, Darvall! asked young Brooke, as the man passed.
Better, sir, thankee.
Thats well. Ill change the dressing in half-an-hour. Dont disturb it till I come.
Thankee, sir, I wont.
Now then, Raywood, said Charlie, descending to the cabin, where his patient was already busy reading Maurys Physical Geography of the Sea, lets have a look at the gum.
Oh, its all right, said Raywood. Dyou know, I think one of the uses of severe pain is to make one inexpressibly thankful for the mere absence of it. Of course there is a little sensation of pain left, which might make me growl at other times, but that positively feels comfortable now by contrast!
There is profound sagacity in your observations, returned Charlie, as he gave the gum a squeeze that for a moment or two removed the comfort; there, now, dont suck it, else youll renew the bleeding. Keep your mouth shut.
With this caution the amateur dentist left the cabin, and proceeded to the fore-part of the vessel. In passing the stewards pantry a youthful voice arrested him.
Oh, please, sir, said Will Ward, the cabin-boy, advancing with a slate in his hand, I cant make out the sum you set me yesterday, an Im quite sure Ive tried and tried as hard as ever I could to understand it.
Let me see, said his friend, taking the slate and sitting down on a locker. Have you read over the rule carefully?
Yes, sir, I have, a dozen times at least, but it wont come right, answered the boy, with wrinkles enough on his young brow to indicate the very depths of puzzlement.
Fetch the book, Will, and lets examine it.
The book was brought, and at his teachers request the boy read:
Add the interest to the principal, and then multiply by
Multiply? said Charlie, interrupting. Look!
He pointed to the sum on the slate, and repeated multiply.
Oh! exclaimed the cabin-boy, with a gasp of relief and wide-open eyes, Ive divided!
Thats so, Will, and theres a considerable difference between division and multiplication, as youll find all through life, remarked the teacher, with a peculiar lift of his eyebrows, as he handed back the slate and went on his way.
More than once in his progress forard he was arrested by men who wished hint to give advice, or clear up difficulties in reference to subjects which his encouragement or example had induced them to take up, and to these claims on his attention or assistance he accorded such a ready and cheerful response that his pupils felt it to be a positive pleasure to appeal to him, though they each professed to regret giving him trouble. The boatswain, who was an amiable though gruff man in his way, expressed pretty well the feelings of the ships company towards our hero when he said: I tell you, mates, Id sooner be rubbed up the wrong way, an kicked down the fore hatch by Mr Brooke, than Id be smoothed or buttered by anybody else.
At last the focsl was reached, and there our surgeon found his patient, Dick Darvall, awaiting him. The stout seamans leg had been severely bruised by a block which had fallen from aloft and struck it during one of the recent gales.
A good deal better to-day, said Charlie. Does it pain you much?
Not nearly as much as it did yesterday, sir. Its my opinion that Ill be all right in a day or two. Seems to me outrageous to make so much ado about it.
If we didnt take care of it, my man, it might cost you your limb, and we cant afford to bury such a well-made member before its time! You must give it perfect rest for a day or two. Ill speak to the captain about it.
Id rather you didnt, sir, objected the seaman. I feel able enough to go about, and my matesll think Im shirkin dooty.
Theres not a man a-board asll think that o Dick Darvall, growled the boatswain, who had just entered and heard the last remark.
Right, bosn, said Brooke, you have well expressed the thought that came into my own head.
Have ye seen Samson yet, sir? asked the boatswain, with an unusually grave look.