Jacob Faithful - Фредерик Марриет 4 стр.

Not having at hand the simile synthetical, we have resorted to the antithetical. The blowing of the Dominies nose produced the very contrary effects. It was a signal that he had returned from his intellectual journal, and was once more in his school-roomthat the master had finished with his x, y, zs, and it was time for scholars to mind their ps and qs. At this note of warning, like the minute-roll among the troops, every one fell into his place; half-munched apples were thrust into the first pocketpopguns disappearedbattles were left to be decided elsewherebooks were opened, and eyes directed to themforms that were fidgeting and twisting in all directions, now took one regimental inclined position over the desksilence was restored, order resumed her reign, and Mr Knapps, the usher, who always availed himself of these interregnums, as well as the scholars, by deserting to the matrons room, warned by the well-known sound, hastened to the desk of toil; such were the astonishing effects of a blow from Dominie Dobiensis sonorous and peace-restoring nose.

Jacob Faithful, draw near, were the first words which struck upon my tympanum the next morning, when I had taken my seat at the further end of the school-room. I rose and threaded my way through two lines of boys, who put out their legs to trip me up in my passage through their ranks; and surmounting all difficulties, found myself within three feet of the masters high desk, or pulpit, from which he looked down upon me like the Olympian Jupiter upon mortals, in ancient time.

Jacob Faithful, canst thou read?

No, I cant, replied I; I wish I could.

A well-disposed answer, Jacob; thy wishes shall be gratified. Knowest thou thine alphabet?

I dont know what that is.

Then thou knowest it not. Mr Knapps shall forthwith instruct thee. Thou shall forthwith go to Mr Knapps, who inculcateth the rudiments. Levior Puer, lighter-boy, thou hast a crafty look. And then I heard a noise in his throat that resembled the cluck, cluck when my poor mother poured the gin out of the great stone bottle.

My little navilculator, continued he, thou art a weed washed on shore, one of Father Thames cast-up wrecks. Fluviorum rex Eridanus, (Chuck, cluck.) To thy studies; be thyselfthat is, be Faithful. Mr Knapps, let the Cadmean art proceed forthwith. So saying, Dominie Dobiensis thrust his large hand into his right coat pocket, in which he kept his snuff loose, and taking a large pinch (the major part of which, the stock being low, was composed of hair and cotton abrasions which had collected in the corners of his pocket), he called up the first class, while Mr Knapps called me to my first lesson.

Mr Knapps was a thin, hectic-looking young man, apparently nineteen or twenty years of age, very small in all his proportions, red ferret eyes, and without the least sign of incipient manhood; but he was very savage, nevertheless. Not being permitted to pummel the boys when the Dominie was in the school-room, he played the tyrant most effectually when he was left commanding officer. The noise and hubbub certainly warranted his interferencethe respect paid to him was positively nil. His practice was to select the most glaring delinquent, and let fly his ruler at him, with immediate orders to bring it back. These orders were complied with for more than one reason; in the first place, was the offender hit, he was glad that another should have his turn; in the second, Mr Knapps being a very bad shot (never having drove a Kamschatdale team of dogs), he generally missed the one he aimed at, and hit some other, who, if he did not exactly deserve it at that moment, certainly did for previous, or would for subsequent, delinquencies. In the latter case, the ruler was brought back to him because there was no injury inflicted, although intended. However, be it as it may, the ruler was always returned to him; and thus did Mr Knapps pelt the boys as if they were cocks on Shrove Tuesday, to the great risk of their heads and limbs. I have little further to say of Mr Knapps, except that he wore a black shalloon loose coat; on the left sleeve of which he wiped his pen, and upon the right, but too often, his ever-snivelling nose.

What is that, boy? said Mr Knapps, pointing to the letter A.

I looked attentively, and recognising, as I thought, one of my fathers hieroglyphics, replied, Thats half-a-bushel; and I was certainly warranted in my supposition.

Half-a-bushel! Youre more than half a fool. Thats the letter A.

No; its half-a-bushel; father told me so.

Then your father was as big a fool as yourself.

Father knew what half-a-bushel was, and so do I: thats half-a-bushel.

I tell you its the letter A, cried Mr Knapps, in a rage.

Its half-a-bushel, replied I, doggedly. I persisted in my assertion: and Mr Knapps, who dared not punish me while the Dominie was present, descended his throne of one step, and led me up to the master.

I can do nothing with this boy, sir, said he, red as fire; he denies the first letter in the alphabet, and insists upon it that the letter A is not A, but half-a-bushel.

Dost thou, in thine ignorance, pretend to teach when thou comest here to learn, Jacob Faithful?

Father always told me that that thing there meant half-a-bushel.

Thy father might, perhaps, have used that letter to signify the measure which thou speakest of, in the same way as I, in my mathematics, use divers letters for known and unknown quantities; but thou must forget that which thy father taught thee, and commence de novo. Dost thou understand?

No, I dont.

Then, little Jacob, that represents the letter A, and whatever else Mr Knapps may tell thee, thou wilt believe. Return, Jacob, and be docile.

Chapter Four

I did not quit Mr Knapps until I had run through the alphabet, and then returned to my place, that I might con it over at my leisure, puzzling myself with the strange complexity of forms of which the alphabet was composed. I felt heated and annoyed by the constraint of my shoes, always an object of aversion from the time I had put them on. I drew my foot out of one, then out of the other, and thought no more of them for some time. In the meanwhile the boys next me had passed them on with their feet to the others, and thus were they shuffled along until they were right up to the masters desk. I missed them, and perceiving that there was mirth at my expense, I narrowly and quietly watched up and down till I perceived one of the head boys of the school, who sat nearest the Dominie, catch up one of my shoes, and the Dominie being then in an absent fit, drop it into his coat-pocket. A short time afterwards he got up, went to Mr Knapps, put a question to him, and while it was being answered, he dropped the other into the pocket of the usher, and tittering to the other boys, returned to his seat. I said nothing; but when the hours of school were over, the Dominie looked at his watch, blew his nose, which made the whole of the boys pop up their heads, like the clansmen of Roderick Dhu, when summoned by his horn, folded up his large pocket-hankerchief slowly and reverently, as if it were a banner, put it into his pocket, and uttered in a solemn tone, Tempus est ludendi. As this Latin phrase was used every day at the same hour, every boy in the school understood so much Latin. A rush from all the desks ensured, and amidst shouting, yelling, and leaping every soul disappeared except myself, who remained fixed to my form. The Dominie rose from his pulpit and descended, the usher did the same, and both approached me on their way to their respective apartments.

Jacob Faithful, why still porest thou over thy bookdidst thou not understand that the hours of recreation had arrived? Why risest thou not upon thy feet like the others?

Cause Ive got no shoes.

And where are thy shoes, Jacob?

Ones in your pocket, replied I and tothers in hisn.

Each party placed their hands behind, and felt the truth of the assertion.

Expound, Jacob, said the Dominie, who hath done this?

The big boy with the red hair, and a face picked all over with holes like the strainers in masters kitchen, replied I.

Mr Knapps, it would be infra dig on my part, and also on yours, to suffer this disrespect to pass unnoticed. Ring in the boys.

The boys were rung in, and I was desired to point out the offender, which I immediately did, and who as stoutly denied the offence; but he had abstracted my shoe-strings, and put them into his own shoes. I recognised them and it was sufficient.

Barnaby Bracegirdle, said the Dominie, thou art convicted, not only of disrespect towards me and Mr Knapps, but further of the grievous sin of lying. Simon Swapps, let him be hoisted.

He was hoisted: his nether garments descended, and then the birch descend with all the vigour of the Dominies muscular arm. Barnaby Bracegirdle showed every symptom of his disapproval of the measures taken; but Simon Swapps held fast, and the Dominie flogged fast. After a minutes flagellation, Barnaby was let down, his yellow tights pulled up, and the boys dismissed. Barnabys face was red, but the antipodes were redder. The Dominie departed, leaving us together,he adjusting his inexpressibles, I putting in my shoe-strings. By the time Barnaby had buttoned up and wiped his eyes, I had succeeded in standing in my shoes. There we were tête-à-tête.

Now, then, said Barnaby, holding one fist to my face, while, with the other open hand he rubbed behind, come out in the play-ground, Mr Cinderella, and see if I wont drub you within an inch of your life.

Its no use crying, said I, soothingly: for I had not wished him to be flogged. Whats done cant be helped. Did it hurt you much?

This intended consolation was taken for sarcasm. Barnaby stormed.

Take it coolly, observed I.

Barnaby waxed even more wroth.

Better luck next time, continued I, trying to soothe him.

Barnaby was outrageoushe shook his fist and ran into the play-ground, daring me to follow him. His threats had no weight with me; not wishing to remain indoors, I followed him in a minute or two, when I found him surrounded by the other boys, to whom he was in loud and vehement harangue.

Cinderella, wheres your glass slippers? cried the boys, as I made my appearance.

Come out, you water-rat, cried Barnaby, you son of a cinder!

Come out and fight him, or else youre a coward! exclaimed the whole host, from Number 1 to Number 62, inclusive.

He has had beating enough already to my mind, replied I; but he had better not touch meI can use my arms.

A ring was formed, in the centre of which I found Barnaby and myself. He took off his clothes, and I did the same. He was much older and stronger than I, and knew something about fighting. One boy came forward as my second. Barnaby advanced and held out his hand, which I shook heartily, thinking it was all over: but immediately received a right and left on the face, which sent me reeling backwards. This was a complete mystery, but it raised my bile, and I returned it with interest. I was very strong in my arms, as may be supposed; and I threw them about like sails of a windmill, never hitting straight out, but with semicircular blows, which descended on or about his ears. On the contrary, his blows were all received straightforward, and my nose and face were soon covered with blood. As I warmed with pain and rage I flung out my arms at random, and Barnaby gave me a knock-down blow. I was picked up and sat upon my seconds knee, who whispered to me as I spat the blood out of my mouth, Take it coolly, and make sure when you hit.

My ownmy fathers maximcoming from another, it struck with double force, and I never forgot it during the remainder of the fight. Again we were standing up face to face; again I received it right and left, and returned it upon his right and left ears. Barnaby rushed inI was down again.

Better luck next time, said I to my second, as cool as a cucumber.

A third and a fourth round succeeded, all apparently in Barnabys favour, but really in mine. My face was beat to a mummy, but he was what is termed groggy, from the constant return of blows on the side of the head. Again we stood up panting and exhausted. Barnaby rushed at me, and I avoided him: before he could return to the attack I had again planted two severe blows upon his ears, and he reeled. He shook his head, and with his fists in the attitude of defence, asked me whether I had had enough.

He has, said my second; stick to him now, Jacob, and youll beat him.

I did stick to him; three or four more blows applied to the same part finished him, and he fell senseless on the ground.

Youve settled him, cried my second.

Whats done cant be helped, replied I. Is he dead?

Whats all this? cried Mr Knapps, pressing his way through the crowd, followed by the matron.

Barnaby and Cinderella having it out, sir, said one of the elder boys.

The matron, who had already taken a liking for me, because I was good-looking, and because I had been recommended to her care by Mrs Drummond, ran to me.

Well, says she, if the Dominie dont punish that big brute for this, Ill see whether Im anybody or not; and taking me by the hand, she led me away. In the meantime Mr Knapps surveyed Barnaby, who was still senseless; and desired the other boys to bring him in and lay him on his bed. He breathed hard, but still remained senseless, and a surgeon was sent for, who found it necessary to bleed him copiously. He then, at the request of the matron, came to me; my features were indistinguishable, but elsewhere I was all right. As I stripped he examined my arms.

It seemed strange, observed he, that the bigger boy should be so severely punished; but this boys arms are like little sledge-hammers. I recommend you, said he to the other boys, not to fight with him, for some day or other hell kill one of you.

This piece of advice was not forgotten by the other boys, and from that day I was the cock of the school. The name of Cinderella, given me by Barnaby, in ridicule of my mothers death, was immediately abandoned, and I suffered no more persecution. It was the custom of the Dominie, whenever two boys fought, to flog them both; but in this instance it was not followed up, because I was not the aggressor, and my adversary narrowly escaped with his life. I was under the matrons care for a week, and Barnaby under the surgeons hands for about the same time.

Neither was I less successful in my studies. I learnt rapidly, after I had conquered the first rudiments; but I had another difficulty to conquer, which was my habit of construing everything according to my refined ideas; the force of association had become so strong that I could not overcome it for a considerable length of time. Mr Knapps continually complained of my being obstinate, when, in fact, I was anxious to please as well as to learn. For instance, in spelling, the first syllable always produced the association with something connected with my former way of life. I recollect the Dominie once, and only once, gave me a caning, about a fortnight after I went to the school.