If the brilliant and popular brother had come to grief how much more trouble was in store for him, the dullard? Eli set his jaw7. Come what might, he would see it through; he would stick at school, willy-nilly, until he got what he wanted out of it, namely the three R’s. It had been suddenly borne in on Eli that education had its uses.
Chance had taken him to the neighboring farm of Roswarva, which bounded Polmenna moors9 on the west. There was a new farmer in possession, a widower10 by the name of Penaluna, come from the north of the Duchy with a thirteen-year daughter, an inarticulate child, leggy as a foal.
Eli, scrambling11 about the Luddra Head, had discovered an otter13’s holt, and then and there lit a smoke fire to test if the tenant14 were at home or not. The otter was at home and came out with a rush. Eli attempted to tail it, but his foot slipped on the dry thrift15 and he sprawled16 on top of the beast, which bit him in three places. He managed to drop a stone on it as it slid away over the rocks, but he could hardly walk. Penaluna met him limping across a field dragging his victim by the tail, and took him to Roswarva to have his wounds tied up.
Eli had not been to Roswarva since the days of its previous owners, a beach-combing, shiftless crew, and he barely recognized the place. The kitchen was creamy with whitewash18; the cupboards freshly painted; the table scrubbed spotless; the ranked pans gleamed like copper19 moons; all along the mantelshelf were china dogs with gilt20 collars and ladies and gentlemen on prancing21 horses, hawks perched a-wrist. In the corner was an oak grandfather clock with a bright brass22 face engraved23 with the signs of the zodiac and the cautionary words:
“I mark ye Hours but cannot stay their Race;
Nor Priest nor King may buy a moment’s Grace;
Sunlight poured into the white kitchen through the south window, setting everything a-shine and a-twinkle—a contrast to unkempt Bosula, redolent of cooking and stale food, buzzing with flies, incessantly25 invaded by pigs and poultry26. Outside Roswarva all was in the same good shape; the erst-littered yard cleared up, the tumbledown sheds rebuilt and thatched. Eli limped home over trim hedges, fields cultivated up to the last inch and plentifully28 manured and came upon his own land—crumbling banks broken down by cattle and grown to three times their proper breadth with thorn and brambles; fields thick with weeds; windfalls lying where they had dropped; bracken encroaching from every point.
He had never before remarked anything amiss with Bosula, but, coming straight from Roswarva, the contrast struck him in the face. He thought about it for two days, and then marched over to Roswarva. He found Simeon Penaluna on the cliff-side rooting out slabs29 of granite30 with a crowbar and piling them into a wall. A vain pursuit, Eli thought, clearing a cliff only fit for donkeys and goats.
“What are you doing that for?” he asked.
“Potatoes,” said Simeon.
“Why here, when you got proper fields?”
“Open to sun all day, and sea’ll keep ’em warm at night. No frost. I’ll get taties here two weeks earlier than up-along.”
“How do you know?”
Eli digested this information and leaned against the wall, watching Penaluna at work.
Eli liked the man’s air of patient power, also his economy of speech. He decided32 he was to be trusted. “You’re a good farmer, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” said Penaluna truthfully.
“What’s wrong with our place, Bosula?” Eli inquired.
“Under-manned,” said Penaluna. “Your father had two men besides himself and he worked like a bullock and was clever, I’ve heard tell. Now you’ve got but two, and not a head between ’em. Place is going back. Come three years the trash’ll strangle ’e in your beds.”
Eli took the warning calmly. “We’ll stop that,” he announced.
Penaluna subjected him to a hard scrutiny33, spat34 on his palms, worked the crow-bar into a crevice35 and tried his weight on it.
“Hum! Maybe—but you’d best start soon.”
Eli nodded and considered again. “Are you clever?”
Penaluna swung his bar from left to right; the rock stirred in its bed.
“No—but I can read.”
Eli’s eyes opened. That was the second time reading had been mentioned. What had that school-mastering business to do with real work like farming?
“Went to free-school at Truro,” Simeon explained. “There’s clever ones that writes off books and I reads ’em. There’s smart notions in books—sometimes. I got six books on farming—six brains.”
“Um-m,” muttered Eli, the idea slowly taking hold.
In return for advice given, he helped the farmer pile walls until sunset and not another word was interchanged. When he got home it was to learn that Ortho was in Devon with Pyramus and that he was to go to school in his stead.
Eli’s feelings were mixed. If Ortho had had a bad time he would undoubtedly36 have worse, but on the other hand he would learn to read and could pick other people’s brains—like Penaluna. He rode to Helston with his mother, grimly silent all the way, steeling himself to bear the rods for Bosula’s sake. But Ortho, by the dramatic manner of his exit, had achieved popularity when it was no longer of any use to him. Eli stepped in at the right moment to receive the goodly heritage.
Was he not own brother to the hero who had tricked Rufus into slicing himself across the leg and followed up this triumph by pummeling seven bells out of the detested37 usher38 and flooring him in his own classroom? The story had lost nothing in the mouths of the spectators. A half-minute scramble39 between a sodden40 hulk of a man and a terrified boy had swollen41 into a Homeric contest as full of incident as the Seven Years’ War, lasting42 half an hour and ending in Rufus lying on the floor, spitting blood and imploring43 mercy. Eli entered the school surrounded by a warm nimbus of reflected glory and took Ortho’s place at the bottom of the lowest form.
That he was the criminal’s brother did not endear him to Rufus, who gave him the benefit of his acid tongue from early morn to dewy eve, but beyond abuse the usher did not go. Eli was not tall, but he was exceptionally sturdy and Rufus had not forgotten a certain affair. He was chary44 of these Penhales—little better than savages—reared among smugglers and moor8-men—utterly undisciplined . . . no saying what they might do . . . murder one, even. He kept his stick for the disciplined smaller fry and pickled his tongue for Eli. Eli did not mind the sarcasm45 in the least. His mental hide was far too thick to feel the prick—and anyhow it was only talk.
One half-holiday bird’s-nesting in Penrose woods, he came upon the redoubtable46 Burnadick similarly engaged and they compared eggs. In the midst of the discussion a bailiff appeared on the scene and they had to run for it. The bailiff produced dogs and the pair were forced to make a wide detour47 via Praze and Lanner Vean. Returning by Helston Mill, they met with a party of town louts who, having no love for the “Grammar scholards,” threw stones. A brush ensued, Eli acquitting48 himself with credit. The upshot of all this was that they reached school seven minutes late for roll call and were rewarded with a thrashing. Drawn49 together by common pain and adventure, the two were henceforth inseparable, forming a combination which no boy or party of boys dared gainsay50. With Rufus’ sting drawn and the great Burnadick his ally Eli found school life tolerable. He did not enjoy it; the food was insufficient51, the restraint burdensome, but it was by no means as bad as he had expected. By constant repetition he was getting a parrot-like fluency52 with his tables and he seldom made a bad mistake in spelling—providing the word was not of more than one syllable53.
At the Owls54’ House in the meanwhile economy was still the rage. Teresa’s first step was to send the cattle off to market. In vain did Bohenna expostulate, pointing out that the stock had not yet come to condition and further there was no market. It was useless. Teresa would not listen to reason; into Penzance they went and were sold for a song. After them she pitched pigs, poultry, goats and the dun pony55. Her second step was to discharge the second hind56, Davy. Once more Bohenna protested. He could hardly keep the place going as it was, he said. The moor was creeping in to right and left, the barn thatch27 tumbling, the banks were down, the gates falling to pieces. He could not be expected to be in more than two places at once. Teresa replied with more sound than sense and a shouting match ensued, ending in Teresa screaming that she was mistress and that if Bohenna didn’t shut his mouth and obey orders she’d pack him after Davy.
But if Teresa bore hard on others she sacrificed herself as well. Not a single new dress did she order that year, and even went to the length of selling two brooches, her second best cloak and her third best pair of earrings57. Parish feasts, races, bull-baitings and cock-fights she resolutely58 eschewed59; an occasional stroll down the Cove and a pot of ale at the Kiddlywink was all the relaxation60 she allowed herself. By these self-denying ordinances61 she was able to foot Eli’s school bills and pay interest on her debts, but her temper frayed62 to rags. She railed at Martha morning, noon and night, threw plates at Wany and became so unbearable63 that Bohenna carried all his meals afield with him.
Eli came home for a few days’ holiday at midsummer, but spent most of his waking hours at Roswarva.
On his last evening he went ferreting with Bohenna. The banks were riddled64 with rabbit sets, but so overgrown were they it was almost impossible to work the fitchets. Their tiny bells tinkled65 here and there, thither66 and hither in the dense67 undergrowth, invisible and elusive68 as the clappers of derisive69 sprites. They gamboled about, rejoicing in their freedom, treating the quest of fur as a secondary matter. Bohenna pursued them through the thorns, shattering the holy hush70 of evening with blasphemies71.
“This ought to be cut back, rooted out,” Eli observed.
The old hind took it as a personal criticism and turned on him, a bramble scratch reddening his cheek, voice shaking with long-suppressed resentment72. “Rooted out, saith a’! Cut back! Who’s goin’ do et then? Me s’pose.”
He held out his knotted fists, a resigned ferret swinging in each.
“Look you—how many hands have I got? Two edden a? Two only. But your ma do think each o’ my fingers is a hand, I b’lieve. Youp! Comin’ through!”
A rabbit shot out of a burrow73 on the far side of the hedge, the great flintlock bellowed74 and it turned somersaults as neatly75 as a circus clown.
“There’ll be three of us here when I’ve done schooling76 next midsummer and Ortho comes home,” said Eli calmly, ramming77 down a fresh charge. “We’ll clear the trash and put the whole place in crop.”
Bohenna glanced up, surprised. “Oh, will us? An’ where’s cattle goin’?”
“Sell ’em off—all but what can feed themselves on the bottoms. Crops’ll fetch more to the acre than stock.”
“My dear soul! Harken to young Solomon! . . . Who’s been tellin’ you all this?”
“Couple of strong farmers I’ve talked with on half holidays near Helston—and Penaluna.”
“What’s Simeon Penaluna been sayin’? Best keep his long nose on his own place; I’ll give it a brear wrench80 if I catch it sniffing81 over here! What’d he say?”
“Said he wondered you didn’t break your heart.”
“Humph!” Bohenna was mollified, pleased that some one appreciated his efforts; this Penaluna, at least, sniffed82 with discernment. He listened quietly while Eli recounted their neighbor’s suggestions.
They talked farming all the way home, and it was a revelation to him how much the boy had picked up. He had no idea Eli was at all interested in it, had imagined, from his being sent to school, that he was destined83 for a clerk or something bookish. He had looked forward to fighting a losing battle, for John’s sake and Bosula’s sake, single-handed, to the end. Saw himself, a silver ancient, dropping dead at the plow84 tail and the triumphant85 bracken pouring over him like a sea. But now the prospect86 had changed. Here was a true Penhale coming back to tend the land of his sires. With young blood at his back they would yet save the place. He knew Eli, once he set his face forward, would never look back; his brain was too small to hold more than one idea. He gloated over the boy’s promising87 shoulders, thick neck and sturdy legs. He would root out the big bowlders as his father had done, swing an ax or scythe88 from cock-crow to owl-light without flag, toss a sick calf89 across his shoulders and stride for miles, be at once the master and lover of his land, the right husbandman. But of Ortho, the black gypsy son, Bohenna was not so sure. Nevertheless hope dawned afresh and he went home to his crib among the rocks singing, “I seen a ram12 at Hereford Fair” for the first time in six months.
Eli was back again a few days before Christmas, and on Christmas Eve Ortho appeared. There was nothing of the chastened prodigal90 about him; he rode into the yard on a showy chestnut91 gelding (borrowed from Pyramus), ragged92 as a scarecrow, but shouting and singing. He slapped Bohenna on the back, hugged Eli affectionately, pinned his mother against the door post and kissed her on both cheeks and her nose, chucked old Martha under the chin and even tossed a genial93 word at the half-wit Wany.
With the exception of Eli, no one was particularly elated to see him back—they remembered him only as an unfailing fount of mischief—but from Ortho’s manner one would have concluded he was restoring the light of their lives. He did not give them time to close their front. They hardly knew he had arrived before he had embraced them all. The warmth of his greeting melted their restraint. Bohenna’s hairy face split athwart in a yellow-toothed grin, Martha broke into bird-like twitters, Wany blushed, and Teresa said weakly, “So you’re back.”
She had not forgiven him for his school escapade and had intended to make his return the occasion of a demonstration94 as to who ruled the roost at Bosula. But now she thought she’d postpone95 it. He had foiled her for the moment, kissed her . . . she couldn’t very well pitch into him immediately after that . . . not immediately. Besides, deep in her heart she felt a cold drop of doubt. A new Ortho had come back, very different from the callow, pliant96 child who had ridden babbling97 to Helston beside her ten months previously98. Ortho had grown up. He was copper-colored with exposure, sported a downy haze99 on his upper lip and was full two inches taller. But the change was not so much physical as spiritual. His good looks were, if anything, emphasized, but he had hardened. Innocence100 was gone from his eyes; there was the faintest edge to his mirth. She had not wanted to be kissed, had struggled against it, but he had taken her by surprise, handled her with dispatch and assurance that could only come of practice—Master Ortho had not been idle on his travels. An idea occurred to her that she had been forestalled101; it was Ortho who had made the demonstration. Their eyes met, crossed like bayonets and dropped. It was all over in the fraction of a second, but they had felt each other’s steel.
Teresa was not alarmed by the sudden development of her first-born. She was only forty-one, weighed fourteen stone, radiated rude health and feared no living thing. Since John’s death she had not seen a man she would have stood a word from; a great measure of her affection for her husband sprang from the knowledge that he could have beaten her. She apprised102 Ortho’s slim figure and mentally promised him a bellyful of trouble did he demand it, but for the moment she concluded to let bygones be—just for the moment.
Ortho flipped103 some crumbs104 playfully over Wany, assured Martha she had not aged17 a day, told Bohenna they’d have a great time after woodcock, threw his arm around Eli’s neck and led him out into the yard.
“See here what I’ve got for you, my old heart,” said he, fishing in his pocket. “Bought it in Portsmouth.”
He placed a little brass box in Eli’s hand. It had a picture of a seventy-four under full sail chased on the lid and the comfortable words, “Let jealous foes105 no hearts dismay, Vernon our hope is, God our stay.” Inside was coiled a flint steel and fuse. Eli was profoundly touched. Ortho’s toes were showing through one boot, his collar bones had chafed106 holes in his shirt and his coat was in ribbons. The late frost must have nipped him severely107, yet he had not spent his few poor pence in getting himself patched up, but bought a present for him. As a matter of fact the little box had cost Ortho no small self-denial.
Eli stammered108 his thanks—which Ortho laughed aside—and the brothers went uphill towards Polmenna Down, arms about shoulders, talking, talking. Eli furnished news of Helston. Burnadick was sorry about that row he had had with Ortho—the other fellows pushed him on. He was a splendid fellow really, knew all about hare-hunting and long-dogs. Eli only wished he could have seen Ortho ironing Rufus out! It must have been a glorious set-to! Everybody was still talking about it. Rufus had never been the same since—quaking and shaking. Dirty big jellyfish!—always swilling109 in pot-houses and stalking serving-maids—the whole town had laughed over his discomfiture110.
Ortho was surprised to learn of his posthumous111 popularity at Helston. Eli’s version of the affair hardly coincided with his recollection in a single particular. All he remembered was being horribly frightened and hitting out blindly with results that astonished him even more than his victim. Still, since legend had chosen to elevate him to the pinnacle112 of a St. George, suppressor of dragons, he saw no reason to disprove it.
They passed on to other subjects. How had Ortho got on with the Romanies? Oh, famously! Wonderful time—had enjoyed every moment of it. Eli would never believe the things he had seen. Mountains twice . . . three . . . four times as high as Chapel113 Carn Brea or Sancreed Beacon114; rivers with ships sailing on them as at sea; great houses as big as Penzance in themselves; lords and ladies driving in six-horse carriages; regiments115 of soldiers drilling behind negro drummers, and fairs with millions of people collected and all the world’s marvels116 on view; Italian midgets no higher than your knee, Irish giants taller than chimneys, two-headed calves117 and six-legged lambs, contortionists who knotted their legs round their necks, conjurers who magicked glass balls out of country boys’ ears; dancing bears, trained wolves and an Araby camel that required but one drink a month. Prizefights he had seen also; tinker women battling for a purse in a ring like men, and fellows that carried live rats in their shirt bosoms118 and killed them with their teeth at a penny a time. And cities! . . . Such cities! Huge enough to cover St. Gwithian parish, with streets so packed and people so elegant you thought every day must be market day.
London? No-o, he had not been quite to London. But travelers told him that some of the places he had seen—Exeter, Salisbury, Plymouth, Winchester—were every bit as good—in some ways better. London, in the opinion of many, was overrated. Oh, by the way, in Salisbury he had seen the cream of the lot—two men hanged for sheep-stealing; they kicked and jerked in the most comical fashion. A wonderful time!
The recital119 had a conflicting effect on Eli. To him Ortho’s story was as breath-taking as that of some swart mariner120 returned from fabulous121 spice islands and steamy Indian seas—but at the same time he was perturbed122. Was it likely that his brother, having seen the great world and all its wonders, would be content to settle down to the humdrum123 life at Bosula and dour124 struggle with the wilderness125? Most improbable. Ortho would go adventuring again and he and Bohenna would have to face the problem alone. Bohenna was not getting any younger. His rosy126 hopes clouded over. He must try to get Ortho to see the danger. After all Bosula would come to Ortho some day; it was his affair. He began forthwith, pointed127 out the weedy state of the fields, the littered windfalls, the invasion of the moor. To his surprise Ortho was immediately interested—and indignant.
“What had that lazy lubber Bohenna been up to? . . . And Davy? By Gad128, it was a shame! He’d let ’em know. . . .”
Eli explained that Davy had been turned off and Bohenna was doing his best. “In father’s time there were three of ’em here and it was all they could manage, working like bullocks,” said he, quoting Penaluna.
“Then why haven’t we three men now?”
“Mother says we’ve got no money to hire ’em.”
Ortho’s jaw dropped. “No money! We? . . . Good God! Where’s it all gone to?”
Eli didn’t know, but he did know that if some one didn’t get busy soon they’d have no farm left. “It’s been going back ever since father died,” he added.
Ortho strode up and down, black-browed, biting his lip. Then he suddenly laughed. “Hell’s bells,” he cried. “What are we fretting129 about? There are three of us still, ain’t there? . . . You, me ’n Ned. I warrant we’re a match for a passel of old brambles, heh? I warrant we are.”
Eli was amazed and delighted. Did Ortho really mean what he said?
“Then—then you’re not going gypsying again?” he asked.
Ortho spat. “My Lord, no—done with that. It’s a dog’s life, kicked from common to heath, living on hedge-hogs, sleeping under bushes, never dry—mind you, I enjoyed it all—but I’ve had all I want. No, boy”—once more he hugged his brother to him—“I’m going to stop home long o’ thee—us’ll make our old place the best in the Hundred—in the Duchy—and be big rosy yeomen full of good beef and cider. . . . Eh, look at that!”
The sun had dipped. Cirrus dappled the afterglow with drifts of smoldering130, crimson131 feathers. It was as though monster golden eagles were battling in the upper air, dropping showers of lustrous132, blood-stained plumes133. Away to the north the switch-backed tors rolled against the sky, wine-dark against pale primrose134. Mist brimmed the valleys; dusk, empurpled, shrouded135 the hills. The primrose faded, a star outrider blinked boldly in the east, then the green eve suddenly quivered with the glint of a million million spear-heads—night’s silver cohorts advancing. So still was it that the brothers on the hilltop could plainly hear the babble136 and cluck of the hidden stream below them; the thump137 of young rabbits romping138 in near-by fields and the bark of a dog at Boskennel being answered by another dog at Trevider. From Bosula yard came the creak and bang of a door, the clank of a pail—Bohenna’s voice singing:
“I seen a ram at Hereford Fair,
Ortho laughed and took up the familiar song, sent his pleasant, tuneful voice ringing out over the darkling valley:
“His fleece were that heavy it stretched to the ground,
Below them sounded a gruff crow of mirth from Bohenna and the second verse:
“His horns they was curlèd like to the thorn tree,
His fleece was as white as the blossom o’ thorn;
He stamped like a stallion an’ roared like a bull,
An’ the gert yeller eyes of en sparkled wi’ scorn.”
Ortho drew a deep breath and waved his hand. “Think I’d change this—this lew li’l’ place I was born in for a gypsy tilt143, do ’ee? No, no, my dear! Not for all the King’s money and all the King’s gems144! I’ve seen ’s much of the cold world as I do want—and more.” He linked his arm with Eli’s. “Come on; let’s be getting down-along.”
That night the brothers slept together in the same big bed as of old. Eli tumbled to sleep at once, but Ortho lay awake. Towards ten o’clock he heard what he had been listening for, the “Te-whoo-whee-wha-ha” of the brown owls calling to each other. He grunted145 contentedly146, turned over and went to sleep.
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136 babble | |
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