Next morning young Milton—or, as he was called by his comrades, John Miles—rose with the depressing thought that it was to be his last day in England. As he was dressing1, it flashed across him that he had left his unfinished letter on the reading-room table, and, concluding that it would be swept away in the rush of people there—at all events that, not having been folded or addressed, it could not be posted—his depression was deepened.
The first thing that roused him to a better frame of mind was the smell of tea!
Most people are more or less familiar with teapots; with the few teaspoonfuls of the precious leaf which thrifty2 housekeepers3 put into these pots, and the fragrant4 liquid that results. But who among civilians5, (save the informed), can imagine a barrack-room teapot?
Open your ears, O ye thrifty ones! while we state a few facts, and there will be no need to tell you to open your eyes.
Into the teapot which supplied Miles with his morning cup there was put, for one making, eight pounds of tea!—not ounces, observe, but pounds,—twenty-nine pounds of sugar, and six gallons—an absolute cowful—of milk! The pot itself consisted of eight enormous coppers6, which were filled with boiling water to the brim.
“Yes, sir,” remarked the military cook, who concocted7 the beverage8, to a speechless visitor one day; “it is a pretty extensive brew9; but then, you see, we have a large family!”
A considerable portion of this large family was soon actively10 engaged in preparation for immediate11 embarkation12 for Egypt. Then the General made the men a farewell speech. It was a peculiar13 speech—not altogether suited to cheer timid hearts, had any such been there, but admirably adapted to British soldiers.
“Men,” said he, “I am very glad to see you parade looking so well and clean and comfortable and ready for active service. You will be dirty enough, sometimes, where you are going, for the country is hot and unhealthy, and not over clean. You will have hardships, hard times, and plenty of hard work, as well as hard beds now and then, and very likely the most of you will never come back again; but you would be unworthy of the name of British soldiers if you allowed such thoughts to trouble your minds. I sincerely express the hope, however, that you will all come home again safe and sound. I have not the slightest doubt that every man of you will do his duty in the field faithfully and well; but I’m not so sure of your wisdom in camp and barracks, so I will give you a word of advice. There is far more danger in getting drunk in hot countries than in England. Let me advise you, then, not to get drunk; and I would warn you particularly against the vile14 stuff they will offer for sale in Egypt. It is rank poison. If you had stomachs lined with brass15 you might perhaps stand it—not otherwise. Then I would warn you against the sun. In Egypt the sun is sometimes like a fiery16 furnace. Never expose yourself when you can avoid doing so, and, above all, never go outside your tents without your helmets on. If you do, you’ll repent17 it, and repentance18 will probably come too late. I wish you all a prosperous voyage, and may God keep you all!”
Delivered in a sharp, stern, unsentimental tone, this brief speech had probably a much more powerful effect on the men than a more elaborate exhortation19 would have had. The impression was deepened by the remarks of an old officer, who made a very brief, soldierly speech after the General, winding20 up with the information that he had himself been in Egypt, and assuring them that if they did not take care of themselves there was little chance of a man of them returning alive!
“May you have a pleasant passage out,” he said, in conclusion; “and, in the name of the Portsmouth Division, I wish you victory in all your battles, and a hearty21 good-bye.”
The men who were not going away were then called on to give their departing friends three cheers, which they did with right good-will. Captain Lacey, who was in charge of the detachment, stepped to the front, drew his sword, gave the order to shoulder arms, form fours, right turn, quick march, and away they went with the united bands of two regiments22 playing “The girl I left behind me!”
The girls they were about to leave behind them were awaiting them at the barrack-gates, with a considerable sprinkling of somewhat older girls to keep them company. Many of the poor creatures were in tears for the men whom they might never see again, and lumps in several manly24 throats rather interfered25 with the parting cheer delivered by the detachment at the gate. Most of them accompanied the soldiers as far as the Dockyard gates. Emily Armstrong was not among them. She had parted the previous night from her husband at his earnest request, and returned by rail to her father’s house, there to await, as patiently as she might, the return of her “Willie.”
“Noble defenders26 of our country!” observed an enthusiastic citizen, as they passed through the gates.
“Food for powder,” remarked a sarcastic27 publican, as he turned away to resume his special work of robbing powder of its food and his country of its defenders.
Proceeding29 to the Embarkation Jetty, the detachment was marched on board the troop-ship, where the men were at once told off to their respective messes, and proceeded without delay to make themselves at home by taking possession of their allotted30 portion of the huge white-painted fabric31 that was to bear them over the waves to distant lands.
Taking off their belts and stowing them overhead, they got hold of their bags, exchanged their smart uniforms for old suits of clothes, and otherwise prepared themselves for the endurance of life on board a transport.
To his great satisfaction, Miles found that several of the comrades for whom he had by that time acquired a special liking32 were appointed to the same mess with himself. Among these were his friend Willie Armstrong, Sergeants33 Gilroy and Hardy35, Corporal Flynn, a private named Gaspard Redgrave, who was a capital musician, and had a magnificent tenor36 voice, Robert Macleod, a big-boned Scotsman, and Moses Pyne, a long-legged, cadaverous nondescript, who was generally credited with being half-mad, though with a good deal of method in his madness, and who was possessed37 of gentleness of spirit, and a cheerful readiness to oblige, which seemed a flat contradiction of his personal appearance, and rendered him a general favourite.
While these were busy arranging their quarters a soldier passed with several books in his hand, which he had just received from one of the ladies from the Institute.
“Of course they have. They’ve been all over the ship already distributin’ books an’ good-byes. If you want to see ’em you’ll have to look sharp, Moses, for they’re just goin’ on shore.”
“See ’em!” echoed Moses; “of course I wants to see ’em. But for them, I’d be—”
The rest of the sentence was lost in the clatter39 of Moses’ feet as he stumbled up the ladder-way. Remembering his letter at that moment, Miles followed him, and reached the gangway just as the visitors were leaving.
“Excuse me,” he said to one of them, stopping her.
“Oh! I’m so glad to have found you,” she said.
“I have been looking for you everywhere. Miss Robinson sent you this little parcel of books, with her best wishes, and hopes that you will read them.”
“Thanks, very much. I will, with pleasure. And will you do me a favour? I left a letter on the reading-room table—”
A sudden and peremptory40 order of some sort caused a rush which separated Miles from the visitor and cut short the sentence, and the necessity for the immediate departure of all visitors rendered its being finished impossible.
But Miss Robinson’s representative did not require to be told that a forgotten letter could only want posting. On returning, therefore, to the Institute, she went at once to the reading-room, where she found no letter! Making inquiry41, she learned from one of the maids that a sheet of paper had been found with nothing on it but the words, “Dearest mother, I’m so sorry”; and that the same had been duly conveyed to Miss Robinson’s room. Hasting to the apartment of her friend, she knocked, and was bidden enter.
“You have got an unfinished letter, it seems?” she began.
“Yes; here it is,” interrupted Miss Robinson, handing the sheet to her assistant. “What a pity that it gives no clew to the writer—no address!”
“I am pretty sure as to the writer,” returned the other. “It must have been that fine-looking young soldier, John Miles, of whom we have seen a little and heard so much from Sergeant34 Gilroy.”
Hereupon an account was given of the hurried and interrupted meeting on board the troop-ship; and the two ladies came to the conclusion that as nothing was known about the parents or former residence of John Miles no steps of any kind were possible. The letter was therefore carefully put by.
That same evening there alighted at the railway station in Portsmouth an elderly lady with an expression of great anxiety on her countenance42, and much perturbation in her manner.
“Any luggage, ma’am?” asked a sympathetic porter—for railway porters are sometimes more sympathetic than might be expected of men so much accustomed to witness abrupt43 and tender partings.
“No; no luggage. Yes—a small valise—in the carriage. That’s it.”
“Four-wheeler, ma’am?”
“Eh! no—yes—yes.”
“Where to, ma’am?” asked the sympathetic porter, after the lady was seated in the cab.
“Where to?” echoed Mrs Milton, (for it was she), in great distress44. “Oh! where—where shall I drive to?”
“Really, ma’am, I couldn’t say,” answered the porter, with a modest look.
“I’ve—I—my son! My dear boy! Where shall I go to inquire? Oh! what shall I do?”
These would have been perplexing utterances45 even to an unsympathetic man.
Turning away from the window, and looking up at the driver, the porter said solemnly—
“To the best ’otel you know of, cabby, that’s not too dear. An’ if you’ve bin28 gifted with compassion46, cabby, don’t overcharge your fare.”
Accepting the direction, and exercising his discretion47 as well as his compassion, that intelligent cabby drove, strange to say, straight to an hotel styled the “Officers’ House,” which is an offshoot of Miss Robinson’s Institute, and stands close beside it!
“A hofficer’s lady,” said the inventive cabby to the boy who opened the door. “Wants to putt up in this ’ere ’ouse.”
When poor Mrs Milton had calmed her feelings sufficiently48 to admit of her talking with some degree of coherence49, she rang the bell and sent for the landlord.
Mr Tufnell, who was landlord of the Officers’ House, as well as manager of the Institute, soon presented himself, and to him the poor lady confided50 her sorrows.
“You see, landlord,” she said, whimpering, “I don’t know a soul in Portsmouth; and—and—in fact I don’t even know how I came to your hotel, for I never heard of it before; but I think I must have been sent here, for I see from your looks that you will help me.”
“You may depend on my helping51 you to the best of my power, madam. May I ask what you would have me do?”
With much earnestness, and not a few tears, poor Mrs Milton related as much of her son’s story as she thought necessary.
“Well, you could not have come to a better place,” said Tufnell, “for Miss Robinson and all her helpers sympathise deeply with soldiers. If any one can find out about your son, they can. How were you led to suspect that he had come to Portsmouth?”
“A friend suggested that he might possibly have done so. Indeed, it seems natural, considering my dear boy’s desire to enter the army, and the number of soldiers, who are always passing through this town.”
“Well, I will go at once and make inquiry. The name Milton is not familiar to me, but so many come and go that we sometimes forget names.”
When poor Mrs Milton was afterwards introduced to Miss Robinson, she found her both sympathetic and anxious to do her utmost to gain information about her missing son, but the mother’s graphic52 descriptions of him did not avail much. The fact that he was young, tall, handsome, curly-haired, etcetera, applied53 to so many of the defenders of the country as to be scarcely distinctive54 enough; but when she spoke55 of “My dear Miles,” a new light was thrown on the matter. She was told that a young soldier answering to the description of her son had been there recently, but that his surname—not his Christian56 name—was Miles. Would she recognise his handwriting?
“Recognise it?” exclaimed Mrs Milton, in a blaze of sudden hope. “Ay, that I would; didn’t I teach him every letter myself? Didn’t he insist on making his down-strokes crooked57? and wasn’t my heart almost broken over his square O’s?”
While the poor mother was speaking, the unfinished letter was laid before her, and the handwriting at once recognised.
“That’s his! Bless him! And he’s sorry. Didn’t I say he would be sorry? Didn’t I tell his father so? Darling Miles, I—”
Here the poor creature broke down, and wept at the thought of her repentant58 son. It was well, perhaps, that the blow was thus softened59, for she almost fell on the floor when her new friend told her, in the gentlest possible manner, that Miles had that very day set sail for Egypt.
They kept her at the Institute that night, however, and consoled her much, as well as aroused her gratitude60, by telling of the good men who formed part of her son’s regiment23; and of the books and kind words that had been bestowed61 on him at parting; and by making the most they could of the good hope that the fighting in Egypt would soon be over, and that her son would ere long return to her, God willing, sound and well.
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