AS they entered the study they found Mr. Long seated in an arm-chair by his study table. He looked at them with a grave and severe countenance7, and motioned them to seats.
They sat down.
“Boys,” said Mr. Long, in a cold and constrained8 voice, “None of you will accuse me of ever interfering9 with legitimate10 sport, or will think that I am destitute11 of sympathy with boyish ways and manners. I think you know me well enough to believe that I take a deep interest in everything that can make you enjoy yourselves here; that I want you to love this place with all your hearts, and through all your after lives to look back upon Grand Pré Academy with the most affectionate recollection. That very feeling I have now, and it is this that animates13 me while I call upon you to give an account of those disturbances14 in which you have been engaged.
“You see a line must be drawn17 somewhere,” he continued. “Your affair at the French cellar was not altogether what it ought to have been, and I do not approve of it at all. Apart from the lateness of the hour, there was about the whole transaction an air of wildness—a certain headlong recklessness of sport, which I should rather check than indulge. Still, I have nothing to say about that now. You seem to have gone into that affair with an impetuosity of pure fun, that blinded you to anything objectionable which might have been in it. Besides, you have already told all about that, and in a whimsical way that disarmed18 all reproof19.
“But, boys,” resumed Mr. Long, in a severer tone, “this last affair has been really a serious offence against discipline. The school has been disturbed, it seems, for many nights. There have been all kinds of noises; howlings, yellings, and screechings, of all sorts; rappings and knockings. Now, all these things may be very funny to the contrivers of them, but you are surely old enough to know that they may be excessively dangerous to sensitive minds. Did you not think of the poor little fellows here who might receive a serious mental shock from such disturbances? Is it possible that you could have been blind to all things except your own selfish amusement? Is this the sort of thing that is becoming to you—you,” he repeated, “from whom I hoped nothing but examples of manliness21, and generosity22, and frankness, and chivalry23? I will not believe that it is possible for you to fail in these qualities. I trust rather to what I know of you, and I will attribute all this to nothing except utter thoughtlessness on your part. And it is that very thoughtlessness, if nothing worse, that I blame. It was not worthy24 of you; it was utterly25 beneath you. It was a very serious offence.”
The boys fairly writhed26 under all this, and Bart, with his face flushing scarlet27, and his eyes gleaming with excited feeling, was about to speak; but Mr. Long commanded silence with his uplifted hand.
“But what shall I say,” he continued, “to this last business? Here everything reaches a climax28. Not satisfied with having thrown the whole school into a panic, and with making the garret seem a haunted place to most of the boys,—a place, in fact, into which none dared to go but yourselves,—not satisfied with all this, you determined29 upon an act which is sufficient to demand serious punishment. Having already raised an almost intolerable terror in the school, you deliberately30 proceed to intensify31 even this, and raise that terror into a perfect anguish32. Was not the panic sufficient already? Did you wish it to terminate in some tragedy? Would it have been satisfactory to you if the feeble brain of some of the younger boys had given way under this new terror? if some one of them had suddenly gone mad, as that abhorrent33 roar, that mixture of howls, and yells, and screeches34, and hoots35, rising up into an unearthly din4, and intermingled with the awful toll36 of the bell, had burst upon his ear? Such things have happened. There have been, not boys, but men, who have gone mad from things even less terrible than these. Why, when I think of what might have happened, I shudder37, and I stand amazed at what I charitably consider your thoughtlessness; though for such thoughtlessness as this, what punishment can be adequate?
“And now,” he concluded, “what have you to say for yourselves?”
All this time the faces of the boys were like fire, and writhing38 in indignation, they looked back at Mr. Long as he hurled39 against them what they felt to be unmerited accusations40. They had only been concerned in the last affair for the purpose of putting an effectual end to the other. But as they sat there in the consciousness of innocence41, they saw that it was impossible for them to explain it. They could not tell what they knew, for that would be to accuse Pat.
“Mr. Long,” burst forth42 Bart, starting up, with his face in a flame, and his voice trembling with indignation, “every word that you have uttered is utterly and totally undeserved by us. I assure you most solemnly that we have never violated any principles of honor or of chivalry. You do not know the facts, sir, or you would never have uttered those bitter words. You have done us great wrong, sir; we are not deserving of such charges as these. We are innocent; but we are not in a position to explain.”
Bart paused for a moment, and in that momentary43 pause another voice burst in as eagerly and as impetuously as his own.
It was Pat.
He had started to his feet just as Bart did, but Bart had spoken before him. As soon as he could get a chance he burst in.
“Mr. Long,” he cries, “it’s all a mishtake what yer sayin. As thrue as I’m standin here,—and I’m tellin no lie, so I ain’t,—it was me that did it, so it was. And they knowed it was me, so they did. And it was only to play a little harrumless joke that I did it. I didn’t bring the owl20 there at all, at all. He coom there himself. He howled, an the ony blame to me wor, that I didn’t tell what I knowed. Besides, I thried till alarrum the boys a bit. Nivir fear that wan12 av thim same goes mad. They indured the excitemint, so they did. Afther a day or two, I tied a sthring till the bell-knocker, an give it a bit av a pull, an I knocked at the Raw-dons’ dure and at Jiggins’. An I’m the ony wan to blame; an if there’s till be any punishin a goin; I’m the wan that’s going till take it, so I am.”
All these words Pat poured forth with feverish45 impetuosity, as though anxious to tell everything before he could be interrupted. Not a word did he say about the other boys and the donkey. He left it to be inferred that he was to be blamed for the donkey also. He intended—the warm-hearted Irish lad—that he should be punished for that too.
“Mr. Long,” cried Bart, bursting in, “since Pat has told about the owl himself, we can confess our share. We brought up the donkey.”
“An it worn’t a thrick,” said Pat. “It wor till frighten me, so it wor, an make me stop me bell-pullins an knockins. That’s what it wor. An didn’t I get it! I wor jest pullin the sthring that wor fastened till the bell, whin the donkey let aff a bray46 that knocked me clain from me oun room all the way down stairs, head over heels, an fut first. That’s what it did. An that’s as thrue as I’m standin here a tellin av it.”
Mr. Long now began to question them, and soon all the facts were elicited47. As the truth became known, the severity of his manner relaxed, and his tone became pleasant and kindly48.
“Well, boys,” said he, “all this puts the matter in a very different light. The owl came and screeched49 himself. Pat was only to blame for assisting the excitement. You were only to blame for taking so very violent a way to stop the affair. It might have been stopped without that, if you had simply told all about it. But I see the odd kind of motive50 you had. You merely wished to surround the denouement51, as you say, with such absurd accompaniments, that no boy on the hill would ever dare to hint at a ghost again. Well, I may not like your way of going to work, but I at least understand your motives52. I need not say how glad I am at this explanation. I came here under a false impression, and regret that I spoke44 with such severity. The only thing that I blame about this is, that it was what is called a practical joke, both on Pat’s part and on yours; and that is a thing which I have always endeavored to put down. So now, boys,” he concluded, “let me say—”
At this moment there came a faint rap at the door.
Mr. Long looked at the door, but took no further notice of the sound. Thinking it was a mistake, he continued, in a pleasant tone,—
“Let me say, boys, that I have such confidence in all of you, that I feel sure—”
At this there came another rap, somewhat louder. “Come in,” said Mr. Long.
The door opened slowly. Those in the room were behind it as it opened, and they could not see who was coming. Gradually it opened, and then there stepped forth the venerable form of Captain Corbet. He carried in his arms a little bundle, which he held with the tenderest care; and there was on his face an expression made up of pride, of triumph, and of a certain joyous53 consciousness which he possessed54 that he was the bearer of that which would not fail to excite similar emotions in others.
The moment Mr. Long saw him and his burden, he started to his feet, looking very pale.
Captain Corbet stood in the doorway55, swaying his shoulders backward and forward, so as to afford an agreeable motion to his tender charge; his head hung on one side, and he looked upon the company with that peculiar56 expression of benignity57 which may be seen on the face of some indulgent father who has prepared some rich treat for his children.
“What!” exclaimed the venerable Corbet; “all here—all jined together on this momentuous occasion! An me afeared that some on yew’d miss it! Wal, it air lucky—ain’t it? You see, the ole woman, she went off to see a cousin of hern, that’s got her youngest darter down with the spotted58 fever,—ony I dare say, arter all, it’s ony the measles59. So I see this here young an tender infant, a kerowin in his keradle like all possessed; an I says, Now’s the perpitious momunt; an I says to the offsperin, ‘Doozy wanter see Missr Long, den1? Doozy wanter see zee boys? An so he sall!’ Fur, my Christian60 friens, I promised you, solemn, on that thar vyge; that some day I’d bring the babby. An you, sir, Mr. Long, my benefactor61, I vowed62 to you that sence you’d saved this tender babe from rewination arter his feyther’s laid low, he should come an show you his own self, and look up in your keountenance, through his blue orbs63, and smile upon you with his be-yeau-teefulest smile! An thar he air.”
Saying this, Captain Corbet proceeded to remove the coverings from the face of his beloved burden.
Mr. Long stood motionless and mute. His eyes wandered to the window. Captain Corbet was standing64 in the doorway, barring the passage, and slowly and tenderly drawing aside the veil that hid from view the face that he loved.
Suddenly Mr. Long started.
His resolution was taken.
He walked towards the door.
Captain Corbet saw him not. His eyes, his thoughts, and his heart were all engaged in his delightful65 employment.
“Ah, captain,” said Mr. Long, hurriedly, “I hope you’re very well. Is there anything I can do for you? If so, I can see you some other time. I’m in a great hurry. I’ve just finished some business which I had with these boys. You will have to be kind enough to excuse me.”
He touched Captain Corbet’s shoulder, and tried to push him gently aside, so as to pass.
Captain Corbet’s hand, which had been removing the coverings, fell slowly to his side. His face turned up and confronted Mr. Long’s with an expression of utter bewilderment, as though the language which he had heard was perfectly66 incomprehensible. His lips moved, but no sound escaped.
“You’ll have to excuse me,” said Mr. Long, kindly. “I’m in a great hurry. Will you allow me to pass?”
Mechanically Captain Corbet moved to one side. Mr. Long hurried out. He descended67 the stairs; he walked rapidly out of the Academy, and down into the village, and far, far away.
Captain Corbet stood at the doorway looking at vacancy68. At length he turned. There was a certain blank amazement69 in his face, as though he could not yet understand what had happened.
“He said he was in a hurry!” he murmured. “He’s gone! actilly—an raelly—and terewly—gone—an sech a chance! Why, it’ll-never come agin, may be. An he’s ben an missed it—lost it—? actilly therrown it away! Boys,” he continued, after a pause, in a hollow voice, “am I a dereamin?”
“O, no, captain,” said Bart, cheerily. “You’re wide awake. Come in and sit down.”
The captain shook his head.
“Pinch me!” said he, in the same tragic70 tone.
No one obeyed.
Captain Corbet heaved a heavy sigh.
“No,” said he. “I feel that I’m awake. Here’s the babby—here’s its parient. But I must rest, an meditate71 over this harrowin occurrience.”
Saying this, he walked forward, and seated himself in Mr. Long’s vacated chair.
“Thar,” he exclaimed, after a long silence, raising his meek72 face, and solemnly regarding the boys. “Thar, it air over! That dream hath past and fled, an the feeble idee I ben a hevin of Mr. Long’s better natoor air totially overtherrown by that muve! For it was a perroud hope of the aged16 and tew sangu-wine Corbet to give thanks to the man that delivered him from rewination in the most ef-fectooil way, by a bringin of the babby face tew face with his benefacture, an a teachin of the tender infant to summile on the author of his footur fortin. We met,” he continued, as a darker shade came over his venerable countenance. “We met, an I thot we’d feel a mootooil jy. I stood a lingerin long by yonder open portial, a holdin of him in suspense73, an a pictoorin tew myself his silent raptoor. Why, do you know, boys, I’d even made up my mind to let him hold the babby,—jest for a leetle,—if he begged hard, an if the infant didn’t cry. That’s what I was a keepin in store for him. What do ye think of that now?”
And after this announcement of his late plan, he looked earnestly at the boys to witness the full effect of that disclosure.
“An what was the result? Did he spering tew meet me? Did he clasp the babe? Did he evince a mite74 of yearnin or kimpassion? Did he even try to get a sight of the pootiest little face zat ever was—bress him.” Here Captain Corbet began to show signs of growing maudlin75, but he checked himself and went on. “He! not he. What did he do, young sirs? You saw him. Bar witness tew what I say. He took his departoor. He felled, like an evil sperrit, at the approach of that cherub76. An I—I felt it sore—I felt it—an I feel it still,—yes, I do,—yea, even down to the toes of my butes!”
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Here followed a long silence, which the boys did not break, for they did not know what to say to soothe77 the woes78 of the afflicted79 captain. At length he looked up, and went on in a tone of sadness, in which might be detected something like resentment80.
“Fust opinions is alius krect. You mind, boys, what I told you on the briny81 deep. I said that the heart of Mr. Long was as hard as the neither milestone82. Terew, when, on that eventfooil trile, he riz up for me, an fit down my fiendish prosecooter, an gently tetched him up on the roar by that tremenjuous outbust abeout the babby; when all that was a happenin, I did think I’d a leetle mis-jedged him. But did I? No. I come to show a parient’s gratitood by presentin before him my most perecious treasoor. An what was the result? What? Why, he met me with his habitooil hardheartedness. I found him stiff as a marbial statoot, cold an freezin as a icicle, rugged83 an onfeelin as a rocky precipious!”
As he ended, he rose from his chair. The boys now gathered about him, and asked him to come up to Bart’s room, just overhead, and let them see his infant. They addressed consoling words to him, and sought to smooth down his ruffled84 feelings.
But Captain Corbet shook his head.
“No, boys,” said he, “thankee kindly. You’re all right,—’tain’t you, ’tain’t your fault,—but I feel sore. There’s somethin opperessive in this here intellectooil atmosphiour. I must seek elsewhere for comfort to my ruffled busom. Thankee kindly, boys. Some other time, not now—some other time.”
Saying this, the aged captain left the room, and descended the stairs, and took his departure. The boys watched his venerable figure till it paased out of sight; and the slow pace, and bent85 head, and mournful mood of their beloved navigator touched all their hearts with a common feeling of sympathy.
As Captain Corbet’s retreating figure disappeared from view, the boys turned away, and walked slowly along the front of the Academy, with a vague idea of taking a walk up to the camp. But before they had gone any great distance they met Dr. Porter.
“Boys,” said he, “you’ll be glad to know that your French relics are all labelled, and are now ready to be taken to the Museum.”
“May we take them there, sir?”
“O, yes.”
“When?”
“Now, if you like. I’ll go back to the house, and let you have them.”
Saying this the doctor turned back towards the house, followed by the boys.
They found the articles all neatly86 labelled, and their names written upon each label as discoverers and donors87. All looked delighted except Bart. He read the label on the bone, and there was an expression on his face which did not escape the notice of the doctor.
“What’s the matter, Bart?” he asked. “You don’t seem pleased.”
“Why, sir,” said Bart, “I didn’t think that this bone belonged to—to that.”
“Why, what did you think that it did belong to?”
“Well, sir, I thought that it belonged to the owner of the house.”
“The owner of the house!” said the doctor, with a laugh. “Well, not directly. It belonged to his horse, as I think, but Mr. Simmons thinks it was his cow. That is the only way in which it ever belonged to him.”
Bart looked ineffably88 disgusted.
“Then it’s no use putting an old cow bone in the Museum,” said he.
“O, yes,” said the doctor. “It was found beside the plough, and perhaps belonged to the horse or ox that dragged it. From that point of view it is a very interesting relic3.”
Bart said no more, and soon the boys retired89 on their way to the Museum, bearing their treasures with them.
“Boys,” said Bruce, “it will never do for us to carry these things up without making some demonstration90 or other. It isn’t every day that we are presenting things to the Museum that we’ve dug out of the ground.”
“That’s a capital idea,” cried Bart, who by this time had recovered from the shock of his disappointment.
“So I say,” said Arthur; “but what shall we do?”
“O, let’s have a speech, and a poem, and a procession,” said Phil.
“Yes,” said Tom, “Bruce can make the speech, and Bart can make the poem.”
This was agreed upon, and it was decided91 that the ceremony should come off immediately before tea-time. They had an hour yet, and that gave them ample time. Soon the news spread abroad, and all the boys flocked to the spot. Bruce ascended92 the portico93, and stood there with the French relics at his feet.
Bruce had not had much time for preparation; but then he was very quick at impromptu94 speeches, and the occasion did not demand anything more than this. Bart stood near, scribbling95 something in his memorandum-book.
After arranging the things in an effective row, and putting all the coins inside the iron pot, Bruce commenced.
Holding up the iron pot, and rattling96 the coins, he began by giving a humorous description of their search after it. Without going very deeply into the real particulars of the case, he introduced into his burlesque97 narrative98 quite a number of the actual facts. After finishing this description, he showed the identical pot of money which they had exhumed, and it was passed round from hand to hand.
Bruce then exhibited the ploughshare, and the other irons. The plough, he assured them, belonged to the first settler on this classic spot. The bolts had fastened it together, and the chain had drawn it through the ground. It was this plough, of which these were the interesting relics, that had reclaimed99 the hill from its original wilderness100 state, and made possible the existence of that great and glorious school to which they at present had the proud privilege of belonging.
Finally, he exhibited the bone. Dr. Porter, he said, thought it was the bone of a horse; while Mr. Simmons thought that it once had belonged to a cow, or perhaps an ox. For his part, he had a theory of his own. He thought that it was the bone of that nightmare that had been making such a disturbance15 among them during the last week. That bone was now going into the Museum, and he was confident that the peculiar animal to which it belonged would never trouble the school again.
As Bruce ended, he was greeted with three cheers. Three more followed for the plough; three for the pot of money; and three for the bone.
After this, Bart arose with his memorandum-book, in which he had been diligently101 scribbling.
“Gentlemen,” said he, “after the able, polished, elegant, eloquent102, ornate, and thoroughly103 exhaustive address from my learned friend, who has just sat down, it would be quite out of my power to say anything. Besides, I’m appointed to give the poem. The subject is connected with one of the articles before us. I mean the bone. Dr. Porter has one theory; Mr. Simmons another; my learned friend has a third. For my part, I have my own theory, which I adopted at the moment of its discovery, and which I still maintain. This, gentlemen, is the subject of my poem.”
After which Bart read the following from his memorandum-book:—
THE TRUE THEORY OF THE BONE.
“O, I’m the bone of a Parley104 Yoo
That settled in Minas Bay,
That dammed the marshes105, and cleared the woods,
And called the place Grand Pré.
"And the grain it riz, and the settlement growed,
And werry content were we,
With our cattle and pigs, and bosses and gigs,
And beautiful scenerie.
"And there it was nothing but Nong-tong-paw,
Et cetera, from morning to night,
And Mercy, madame, and Wee, moo-soo,—
We were all so werry polite.
"But the Britishers came, and druv us off;
So I took to my heels, and ran,
And one of them chased me, and quick I went
For rather an elderly man.
"And he had a gun, and I had none;
And he fired that gun at me;
And he shot my leg, and off it dropped,
Which was rather a bother, you see.
"But I seized my leg, and I hopped106 away,
As quick as quick could be,
And the Britisher loaded his gun agin,
For another shot at me.
"But I dodged107 the Britisher in the woods,
And took the leg that was shot,
And buried it under the apple tree,
In this werry identical spot.
"And I’m the werry identical bone
Of the leg of the Parley Yoo
That was buried beneath the apple tree,
And dug up again by you!”
This closed the proceedings108.
A procession was then formed, headed by the “B. O. W. C.,” who led the way to the Museum.
There they deposited the exhumed Acadian relics; and, if they haven’t been taken away, they’re lying there still.
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