Pleasant milk to soak my bread,
Every day and every night
Warm and fresh, and sweet and bright.”
J. Taylor.
Darkness had descended1 before there had been time to do more than shake into the downstair rooms and bedrooms and be refreshed with the evening meal, but with morning began the survey of the new home.
The front part of the house had three living rooms, with large sash windows, almost to the ground, shaded by the verandah. These were drawing-room, dining-room, and study, the last taken out of the entry, where was the staircase, and there were three similar rooms above. These had been added by the late owner to the original farmhouse2, with a fine old-fashioned kitchen that sent Mary and Dora into greater raptures3 than their cook. There were offices around, a cool dairy, where stood great red glazed4 pans of delicious-looking cream and milk, and a clean white wooden churn that Dora longed to handle. The farmhouse rooms were between it and the new ones, and there were a good many rooms above, the red-tiled roof rising much higher than that of the more modern part of the house. There was a narrow paling in front, and then came the farmyard, enclosed in barns, cow-houses and cart-sheds, and a cottage where the bailiff, Master Pucklechurch, had taken up his abode5, having hitherto lived in the farmhouse. He was waiting to show Captain Carbonel over the farm. He was a grizzled, stooping old fellow, with a fine, handsome, sunburnt face; bright, shrewd, dark eyes looking out between puckers6, a short white smock-frock, and long gaiters. It was not their notion of a bailiff but the lawyer, who was so chary7 of his praise, had said that old Master Pucklechurch and his wife were absolutely trustworthy. They had managed the farm in the interregnum, and brought him weekly accounts in their heads, for neither could write, with the most perfect regularity9 and minuteness. And his face did indeed bespeak10 confidence in his honesty, as he touched his hat in answer to the greeting.
The ladies, however, looked and smelt11 in some dismay, for the centre of the yard was a mountain of manure12 and straw, with a puce-coloured pond beside it. On the summit of the mountain a handsome ruddy cock, with a splendid dark-green arched tail, clucked, chuckled13, and scratched for his speckled, rose-crowned hens, a green-headed, curly-tailed drake “steered forth14 his fleet upon the lake” of brown ducks and their yellow progeny15, and pigs of the plum-pudding order rooted in the intermediate regions. The road which led to the cart-sheds and to the house, skirted round this unsavoury tract16.
“Oh, Edmund!” sighed Mary.
“Farmer’s wife, Mary,” said her husband, smiling. “It ought to be a perfect nosegay to you.”
“I’m sure it is not wholesome,” she said, looking really distressed17, and he dropped his teasing tone, and said—
“Of course it shall be remedied! I will see to it.”
A dismal18 screeching19 and cackling here attracted the attention of the sisters, who started towards Pucklechurch’s cottage, and the fowl-house, (a very foul20 house by the by) in front of which, on a low wooden stool, sat a tidy old woman, Betty Pucklechurch in fact, in a tall muslin cap, spotted21 kerchief blue gown, and coarse apron22, with a big girl before her holding the unfortunate hen, whose cries had startled them.
“Oh, don’t go near! She is killing23 it,” cried Dora.
“No;” as the hen, with a final squawk, shook out her ruffled24 feathers, and rushed away to tell her woes25 to her companions on the dunghill, while the old woman jumped up, smoothed down her apron, and curtsied low.
“What were you doing?” asked Mary, still startled.
“Only whipping her breast with nettles26, ma’am, to teach her to sit close in her nest, the plaguey thing, and not be gadding27 after the rest.”
“Poor thing!” cried Dora. “But oh, look, look, Mary, at the dear little chickens!”
They were in the greatest delight at the three broods of downy little chickens, and one of ducklings, whose parent hens were clucking in coops; and in the kitchen they found a sickly one nursed in flannel28 in a basket, and an orphaned29 lamb which staggered upon its disproportionate black legs at sight of Betty.
“Ay! he be always after me,” she said. “They terrify one terrible, as if ’twas their mother, till they can run with the rest.”
Dora would have petted the lamb, but it retreated from her behind Betty’s petticoats, and she could only listen to Mary’s questions about how much butter was made from how many cows milk, and then be taken to see the two calves30, one of which Betty pronounced to be “but a staggering Bob yet, but George Butcher would take he in a sen’night,” which sounded so like senate, that it set Dora wondering what council was to pronounce on the fate of the poor infant bull.
Over his stall, Edmund found them, after an inspection31 of the pig-styes, and having much offended Master Pucklechurch by declaring that he would have them kept clean, and the pigs no longer allowed to range about the yard.
“Bless you, sir, the poor things would catch their death of cold and die,” was the answer to the one edict; and to the other, “They’d never take to their victuals32, nor fat kindly33 without their range first.”
“Then let them have it in the home-field out there, where I see plenty of geese.”
“They’ll spile every bit of grass, sir,” was the growling34 objection; and still worse was the suggestion, which gradually rose into a command, that the “muck-heap” should be removed to the said home-field, and never allowed to accumulate in such close proximity35 to the house.
Pucklechurch said little; but his “If it be your will, sir,” sounded like a snarl36, and after ruminating37 for some time, he brought out—as if it were an answer to a question about the team of horses—
“We’ll have to take on another boy, let be a man, if things is to be a that ’en a.”
“Let us, then,” said the captain, and joined his ladies, with the old man depressed38 and grumbling39 inwardly.
There was an orchard40 preparing to be beautiful with blossom, and a considerable kitchen garden at the back and on the other side of the house, bounded by an exceedingly dirty and be-rutted farm road, over which the carriage had jolted41 the evening before. The extensive home-field in front was shut off from the approach by a belt of evergreens42, and sloped slightly upwards43 towards the hill which gave the parish its name.
“We will cut off a nice carriage road,” said Mary, as she looked at it.
“All in good time,” replied her husband, not wishing further to shock poor Master Pucklechurch, who had to conduct the party to the arable44 fields—one of which was being ploughed by three fine sleek45 horses, led by Bill Morris, with his father at the shafts46. In another, their approach was greeted by hideous47 yells and shouts which made Dora start.
“Ay, ay,” said Pucklechurch, “he knows how to holler when he see me a-coming;” and at the same time a black-specked cloud of rooks rose up from the furrows48, the old man stamping towards the boy who ought to have been keeping them, vituperating him in terms that it was as well not to hear.
And it was such a tiny boy after all, and in such a pair of huge boots with holes showing his bare toes. However, they served him to run away from Master Pucklechurch into the furthest ditch, and if the ladies had designs on him, they had to be deferred49.
On the opposite side were more fields, with crops in various stages, one lovely with the growing wheat and barley50, another promising51 potatoes, and another beans; and beyond, towards the river, were meadows parted by broad hedgerows, with paths between, in which a few primroses52 and golden celandines looked up beneath the withy buds and the fluttering hazel catkins. Then came the meadows, in one of which fed the cows, pretty buff-and-white creatures, and in another field were hurdled54 the sheep, among their dole55 of turnips56, sheep and turnips alike emitting an odour of the most unpleasant kind, and the deep baas of the ewes, and the thinner wail57 of the lambs made a huge mass of sounds; while Captain Carbonel tried to talk to Master Buttermere the shepherd, a silent, crusty, white-haired old man in a green smock and grey old coat, who growled58 out scarcely a word.
So the tour of the property was made, and old Pucklechurch expressed his opinion. “He’ll never make nothing of it; he is too outlandish and full of his fancies, and his madam’s a fine lady. ’Pon my word and honour, she was frought at that there muck-heap!”
This pleasant augury59 was of course not known to the new-comers, who found something so honest and worthy8 about the Pucklechurches that they could not help liking60 them, though Mrs Carbonel had another tussle61 with Betty about fresh butter. “It war no good to make it more than once a week. Folk liked it tasty and meller;” and that the Carbonels had by no means the same likings, made her hold up her hands and agree with her husband that their failure was certain. These first few days were spent in the needful arrangements of house and furniture, during which time Captain Carbonel came to the conclusion that no one could be more stupid or awkward than Master Hewlett, but that he was an honest man, and tried to do his best, such as it was, while his relation, Dan, though cleverer, was much more slippery, and could not be depended upon. Dora asked Master Hewlett what schools there were in the place, and he made answer that the little ones went in to Dame62 Verdon, but she didn’t make much of it, not since she had had the shaking palsy, and she could not give the lads the stick. He thought of sending his biggest lad to school at Poppleby next spring, but ’twas a long way, and his good woman didn’t half like it, not unless there was some one going the same way.
Betty Pucklechurch’s account amounted to much the same. “Dame Verdon had had the school nigh about forty years. She had taught them all to read their Testament63, all as stayed long enough, for there was plenty for the children to do; and folks said she wasn’t up to hitting them as she used to be.”
Farmer Goodenough, the churchwarden, who came to see Captain Carbonel about the letting of a field which was mixed up with the Greenhow property, gave something of the like character. “She is getting old, certain sure, but she is a deserving woman, and she keeps off the parish.”
“But can she teach the children?”
“She can teach them all they need to know, and keep the little ones out of mischief,” said the farmer, perhaps beginning to be alarmed. “No use to learn them no more. What do they want of it for working in the fields or milking the cows?”
“They ought at least to know their duty to God and their neighbour,” said Captain Carbonel. “Is there no Sunday School?”
“No, sir,”—very bluntly. “I hear talk of such things at Poppleby and the like,” he added, “but we don’t want none of them here. The lot here are quite bad enough, without maggots being put into their heads.”
Captain Carbonel did not wish to continue the subject. The farmer’s own accent did not greatly betoken64 acquaintance with schools of any sort.
Of course the wife and sister were amused as well as saddened by his imitative account of the farmer’s last speech, but they meant to study the subject on their first Sunday. They had learnt already that Uphill Priors was a daughter church to Downhill Priors, and had only one service on a Sunday, alternate mornings and evenings. The vicar was the head of a house at Oxford65, and only came to the parsonage in the summer. The services were provided for by a curate, living at Downhill, with the assistance of the master of a private school, to whom the vicarage was let. When Captain Carbonel asked Master Pucklechurch about the time, he answered, “Well, sir, ’tis morning churching. So it will be half-past ten, or else eleven, or else no time at all.”
“What, do you mean that there will be none?”
“No, sir. There will be churching sure enough, but just as time may chance, not to call it an hour. Best way is to start as soon as you sights the parson a-coming past the gate down there. Then you’re sure to be in time. Bell strikes out as soon as they sees him beyond the ‘Prior’s Lane.’”
The Carbonels, in Sunday trim, with William the man-servant, and two maids, their Prayerbooks in white pocket-handkerchiefs, following in the rear, set forth for the gate, in the spring freshness. The grass in the fields was beginning to grow up, the hedges were sprouting66 with tender greens and reds, the polished stems of the celandine were opening to the sunshine in the banks, with here and there a primrose53. Birds were singing all round, and a lark67 overhead—most delightful68 pleasures to those so long shut up in a town. It was the side of a hill, where the fields were cut out into most curious forms, probably to suit the winding69 of a little brook70 or the shape of the ground; and there were, near the bottom, signs of a mass of daffodils, which filled the sisters with delight, though daffodils were not then the fashion, and were rather despised as yellow and scentless71.
As they came near the second gate, they saw a black figure go by on an old white horse; then they came out on a long ascending72 lane with deep ruts, bordered by fresh soft turf on either sides, with hawthorn73 hedges, and at intervals74 dark yew75 trees.
A cracked bell struck up, by which they understood that the clergyman had come in sight, and they came themselves out upon a village green, where geese, donkeys, and boys in greenish smock-frocks, seemed to be all mixed up together. Thatched cottages stood round the green, and a public-house—the “Fox and Hounds.” The sign consisted of a hunt, elaborately cut out in tin, huntsman, dogs, and fox, rushing across from the inn on a high uplifted rod of iron, fastened into a pole on the further side of the road, whence the sound of the bell proceeded, and whither the congregation in smock-frocks and black bonnets76 were making their way.
Following in this direction, the Carbonels, much amused, passed under the hunt, went some distance further, and found a green churchyard, quite shut in by tall elm trees, which, from the road, almost hid the tiny tumble-down church, from whose wooden belfry the call proceeded. It really seemed to be buried in the earth, and the little side windows looked out into a ditch. There were two steps to go down into the deep porch, and within there seemed to be small space between the roof and the top of the high square pew into which they were ushered77 by Master Hewlett, who, it seemed, was the parish clerk.
They saw little from it, but on one side, hung from the roof a huge panel with the royal arms, painted in the reign78 of William and Mary, as the initials in the corners testified, and with the lion licking his lips most comically; on the other side was a great patch of green damp; behind, a gallery, full of white smock-frocked men with their knees thrust through the rails in front. Immediately before them rose the tall erection of pulpit, the fusty old cushion and tassels79, each faded to a different tint80, overhanging so much that Dora could not help thinking that a thump81 from an energetic preacher would send it down on Edmund’s head in a cloud of dust. There was the reading-desk below, whence the edges of a ragged82 Prayer-book protruded83, and above it presently appeared a very full but much-frayed surplice, and a thin worn face between white whiskers. The service was quietly and reverently84 read, but not a response seemed to come from anywhere except from Master Hewlett’s powerful lungs, somewhere in the rear, and there was a certain murmur85 of chattering86 in the chancel followed by a resounding87 whack88. Then Master Hewlett’s head was seen, and his steps heard as he tramped along the aisle89 and climbed up the gallery stairs, as the General Thanksgiving began, and there he shouted out the number of the Psalm90, “new version,” that is, from Brady and Tate, which every one had bound up with the Prayer-book. Then a bassoon brayed91, and a fiddle92 squealed93, and the Psalm resounded94 with hearty95 goodwill96 and better tone than could have been expected.
Master Hewlett stayed to assist in the second singing, and the children, who sat on low forms and on the chancel step, profited by it to make their voices more audible than the Commandments, though the clergyman had not gone to the altar, and once in the course of the sermon, Captain Carbonel was impelled97 to stand up and look over the edge of the pew, when he beheld98 a battle royal going on over a length of string, between a boy in a blue petticoat and one in a fustian99 jacket. At the unwonted sight, the fustian-clad let go, and blue petticoat tumbled over backwards100, kicking up a great pair of red legs, grey socks, and imperfect but elephantine boots, and howling at the same time. The preacher stopped short, the clerk had by this time worked his way down from the gallery, and, collaring both the antagonists101, hauled them out into the churchyard, the triple stamping being heard on the pavement all the way. The sermon was resumed and read to its conclusion. It was a very good one, but immensely beyond the capacity of the congregation, and Mary Carbonel had a strong suspicion that she had heard it before.
It was only on coming out that any notion could be gathered of the congregation. There were a good many men and big boys, in smocks, a few green, but most of them beautifully white and embroidered102; their wearers had sat without books through the whole service, and now came out with considerable trampling103.
The pews contained the young girls in gorgeous colours, the old women, and the better class of people, but not many of them, for the “petit noblesse” of Uphill were very “petit” indeed, in means and numbers; but their bonnets were enormous, and had red or purple bows standing104 upright on them, and the farmers had drab coats and long gaiters. The old dames105 curtsied low, the little girls stared, and the boys peeped out from behind the slanting106 old headstones and grinned. Some of them had been playing at marbles on the top of the one square old monument, until routed by Master Hewlett on his coming out with the two combatants.
Captain Carbonel had gone round to the vestry door to make acquaintance with the clergyman, though Farmer Goodenough informed him in an audible whisper, “He ain’t the right one, sir; he be only schoolmaster.”
And when the two met at the door, and the captain shook hands and said that they would be neighbours, he was received with a certain hesitating smile.
“I should tell you, sir, that I am only taking occasional duty here—assisting. I am Mr Atkins. I have a select private academy at the vicarage, which the President of Saint Cyril’s lets to me. He is here in the summer holidays.”
“I understand. The curate lives at Downhill!” said Captain Carbonel.
“At the priory, in fact, with his father’s family. Yes, it is rather an unfortunate state of affairs,” he said, answering the captain’s countenance107 rather than his words; “but I have no responsibility. I merely assist in the Sunday duty; and, indeed, I advise you to have as little to do with the Uphill people as possible. An idle good-for-nothing set! Any magistrate108 would tell you that there’s no parish where they have so many up before them.”
“No wonder!” said Captain Carbonel under his breath.
“A bad set,” repeated Mr Atkins, pausing at the shed where his old grey horse was put up; and there they parted.
The captain and his wife and her sister walked to Downhill, two miles off, across broad meadows, a river, and a pretty old bridge, the next Sunday morning, found the church scantily109 filled, but with more respectable-looking people, and heard the same sermon over again, so that Mary was able to identify it with one in a published volume.
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whack
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psalm
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brayed
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