“Zounds! But you are a clumsy fellow!” he exclaimed, limping toward me, the expression of pain on his face showing that I must have hurt him. “Could you not look whither you were going? You stepped on my foot like a very horse,” and the words came testily3.
He scowled4 as he prepared to pass by me.
My hand was on my sword, for he was most insulting.
“Sir!” I exclaimed, “for the pain I have caused you I am regretful. As for ‘clumsy fellows,’ look to yourself, sir!”
My weapon was out on the instant. He was not a second behind me. The steel blades crossed with a clash.
“What is this, sirs?” cried Sir William Phips, Massachusetts’s 10Governor, whose room I had just left. He hastened toward us.
“What mean you two, with your swords out in the Council Chamber5, like a pair of swashbucklers over a card game? Put them up at once, you Captain Amherst; and you, also, Sir George. You are both at fault. This must go no further; do you hear? If it does, you may reckon with me on the quarter deck.”
My opponent and I were startled. Somewhat abashed6, he whom the Governor called Sir George, sheathed7 his weapon, I following his action.
I looked at the man. He was tall and well built. His clothing was of good quality, with fine lace and ruffles8; his sword a trusty blade, set in a hilt, studded with red stones. On his face there was a haughty9 look, yet withal, a trace of sadness. He gazed sharply at me, seeming about to put a question, but the Governor was beckoning10 him, and he passed me without a word, scowling11 darkly, into the chamber of His Excellency. Then I went out.
There came a time, afterward12, when I wished with all my heart, that our swords had come into use, that day; a time when I would have given much to have seen him dead before me. But there was another way.
I felt within my jacket to see if my papers were safe, for on them, now, depended my good fortune. I had come to Boston town without friends, and almost on a forlorn hope, for England was no longer a safe place for me, 11with a relentless14 enemy following close on my heels at every step. My mission had succeeded better than I had dared to hope, and I was leaving now, carrying with me a captain’s commission, duly signed and sealed by His Excellency. I also had a letter of introduction to one, Samuel Willis, a tavern15 keeper at Salem.
Of the things which had come to pass before I found myself in Boston town, in the year of grace 1692, I will relate none for the present. At any rate here I was, Captain Edward Amherst, in age not yet a score and a half, in stature16 say a bit over six feet; in weight--but there, you will doubtless have more than enough of me ere I have finished.
Sufficient to say that I was a soldier by trade, and one of fortune, by necessity, and that I sought service in their Majesties’ American Colonies. I had left London eight weeks ago, bearing letters to Governor Phips, from old comrades in arms, some of whom had sailed the seas with him. Arriving in Boston I had put up at the inn, and had sought an audience with His Excellency, which interview was just over, with the ending I have described.
When I was ushered17 into the presence of Sir William I explained in few words why I came, and what I wanted. He extended his hand for my letters, and, when he had them, he gave me no more heed18 for a time, but read the missives. I watched his face as he scanned the pages, the while he kept up a running fire of comments.
12“Ha! Tyler Anderson,” he said, “I know him well. He has a steady hand, and can use a cutlass famously. Sir Arthur Kent, too; a sly rascal19 with the women. Bob Frenchard; he never could get enough of fighting. John Powell; little Nat Edwards, also. Why, man, you might have all Boston as far as I am concerned, with these letters. You are very welcome, Captain. Now what can I do for you?”
“Much,” I answered, surprised and pleased at his welcome; and then I told him what I desired; a soldier’s chance to mend his fortunes.
“How would a Captain’s commission, on this side of the water, suit you?” he asked, when I had finished. “You tell me that was your rank before.”
“I would desire nothing better,” I said warmly.
“It is yours, then,” was the reply, and he drew out a parchment, partially20 covered with writing.
“You probably have heard of the activity of the French and Indian enemy on our borders,” said the Governor, while he prepared a quill21. “We are about to proceed against them. You have come at a time when certain currents are like to drift you just where you want to go; into the thick of the fight.” Then he opened his ink horn.
I listened for a while to the scratching of his quill. It was some time before he had finished, and, looking up he handed a folded parchment across the table to me.
“There is your commission, Captain,” he said, rising. 13“As for your instructions, they are, in brief, these. You are to ride to Salem town, and enlist22 a company of one hundred men. Drill them well, against the time when we shall unite, and smite23 the French Philistine24 and his Indian allies, with fire and with sword. We will rake them fore13 and aft. An expedition against Canada is timed for this season next year. I hope it will be more successful than the one I led two years ago, for indeed that was a grievous failure, though, of a truth, it was against heavy odds25.”
I had heard of the manner in which Frontenac had scattered26 Phips and the English fleet sent against him, but I held my peace; for failure is no happy subject with any man. Sir William told me in few words that Admiral Sir Francis Wheeler was expected to arrive in March, with his fleet from the Caribbee Islands. Governor Phips had undertaken to raise small companies of men throughout the Colony, to act with the Admiral on his arrival. This much he told me, then, bidding me a pleasant farewell, and wishing me success, he took up his quill again, to indicate that the audience was at an end.
My encounter with the man in the doorway passed from my mind, as I descended27 the steps of the Town Hall, and trudged28 along the street, to where I had stabled my mare29 Kit30. With busy thoughts of what might be before me I led Kit out of the door, leaped into the saddle, and was off at a round trot31, in the direction a lad pointed32 out as leading to Salem.
14Of a truth, I was away now to seek my fortune in this new land, and, I hoped, with the promise of as many adventures as ever befell a knight33 of old. So, over hill and across dale I rode, soon leaving behind the pleasant town and the outlying farm lands. I had not gone many miles ere the snow, which had been threatening since morning, began to fall from the dull, leaden sky, piling up on the white covering of previous storms. The flakes34 sifted35 down, lazily at first, but soon began to gather more thickly as the wind rose, so I urged the mare on by spur and voice, determined36 to reach Salem by night, if I could. Now the snow came down ever quicker and faster. It swirled37 and swished, and blew in drifts, until I was fain to stop, look about me and see where I was. I pulled the mare up as I reached the top of a little hill, and peered through the clouds of cutting flakes for some sight of the road, which, it was evident, I had lost some time ago. Kit would have turned tail to the wind, but I pressed my knees against her sides, and held her to the blast. There was little hope in going back, perhaps less in proceeding38.
But I decided39 to continue in the hope of coming to some shelter, and I patted the mare on the neck to set her going again. She lurched forward into a drift so deep that it well nigh covered my knees as I sat in the saddle, and my boots were filled with snow through their wide, gaping40 tops.
“Steady, girl!” I shouted, for, indeed, less voice could 15scarce have been heard. We were fairly lost now, and for the last hour had been wandering back and forth41 across country, I knew not how far from the road. I did not see a single landmark42 in the stretch of whiteness, my only hope having been that I might keep the right way. Kit began to back, seeking to rid herself of the cutting wind, and I had hard work to force her to stand. Should I turn to the left, to the right, or keep straight on? The wind seemed to blow less fiercely from the south, so I swung Kit about in that direction, pulled her to the left, and urged her on.
She responded nobly, and reared, rather than stepped out of the snow bank. Her fore feet struck solid ground, and then, feeling the hard road beneath her hoofs43, she pulled herself forward. We had struck the right path at last, and, after hours of fierce weather-beating, like a ship at sea, lost in a storm, we were fairly homeward bound, on the way to Salem town.
I rode on more quickly now, settling my hat firmer on my head, and pressing the leather lining44 against my benumbed ears. My collar scarce kept the snow and wind from my neck, and every half mile or so I was obliged to drop the reins45 and, after feeling that my sword had not dropped off in some snow drift, knock my hands together to bring their fingers some little warmth.
Verily, I thought that the road would never lead me to the friendly tavern of Master Samuel Willis, who, 16as I had heard in Boston, provided refreshment46 for man and beast. And surely no two stood more in need of it than Kit and myself that cold February day.
A fiercer squall and gust47 of wind than any that had proceeded, fairly brought the mare to a stand. I lifted my hat a bit, held my interlocked fingers before my eyes, and peered ahead. Dimly, like a speck48 of black on a white sheet, that a dame49 might spread on the grass to bleach50, I saw in front a house.
“May that be the tavern,” I quoth, and, with a heart that smote51 me a trifle, for she had traveled far and well that day, I dug the spurs into Kit’s flanks. She leaped through the drifts, and, at length, when she could make no more progress, I found myself before the snow-heaped steps of Salem Inn.
The wind, shunted off by a corner of the building, beat less fiercely at this point, and the roar was somewhat subdued52. I drew my sword, for I could not reach the door knocker from where I sat on Kit’s back, and with the hilt gave several blows on the oak.
“Who’s without?” came a woman’s voice from within.
“A friend; Captain Edward Amherst,” I cried. “Open in the King’s name, if for no other reason.”
Now ere I had ceased speaking the heavy door swung inward, revealing such a warmth and such a snug53, homelike appearance, and, withal, letting out such savory54 odors, that poor Kit whinnied in anticipation55 of what 17might be her share of the feed. As for myself, I threw one leg over the saddle, leaped to the ground, strode to the door, and went inside. I shouted to a stout56 serving man, snugly57 ensconced in the chimney corner, to look after the mare, and then I approached the blazing fire.
“The Lord defend us! Goliath and the Philistines58 are upon us!” cried out Mistress Willis, for she it was who had opened the door.
I turned toward her. Now, of a truth, I am not overly large. But, with a stout leather jacket on, my sword by my side, and heavy boots on my legs, I did look big to the good dame’s eyes. Yet I stood not so much over six feet, when in my woolen59 hose, and, in girth, full many a comrade, of times past, whose body rests beneath the bogs60 of Sedgemoor, in Somersetshire, was larger. Yet, in all modesty61 do I say it, there were none who were of greater strength in shoulders or arms, and that, with a wiry and supple62 wrist, stood me in good stead at sword play.
“Neither Goliath nor a Philistine am I,” was my answer, while I let the genial63 warmth get nearer to my bones as I cast hat and jacket into a corner, “but an Essex man by birth and breed. But, mark you, Mistress,” I went on, “if I do not get a mug of ale, and a bit of roast beef soon, I will be nothing at all, for I lost my road early this morn, and no bite nor sup has passed my lips since. Thus I am half starved. So bustle64 about----”
18“Aye, ‘bustle about’ it is,” answered she, repeating my words, though in no great anger. “Bustle about is all I’ve done since sunrise. What with Willis away all day, attending on Dr. Clarke; with the snow, and only one serving man, I have scarce time to----”
“Peace,” said I, for I never loved a woman’s tongue when it ran in that strain, “peace, and bring the ale and beef. You may talk afterward if you like. I can listen better then.”
Mistress Willis looked at me a minute, as if she would reply, but she came to another conclusion, ceased her clatter65, and bustled66 about to such good advantage that she soon had on the table a plate of smoking hot beef, and some cakes of yellow corn meal, with pats of golden butter. There was also a stone mug of good ale. I gulped67 down a big drink of it, and, when the flavor of it had mellowed68 me, and the warmth gone clear down to my toes, I did drink again, this time to the health of Mistress Willis. For, though I like not a woman’s tongue when they talk over much, I know the value of being in their good graces. And so I ate and drank, and ate again, until I felt the cold leave me, and the memory of the biting wind and driving snow of an hour before was forgotten. I leaned back in my chair, and looked all about me, while the fire in the big chimney place flickered69 and spluttered; the hickory logs smelling like sweet nuts, and 19cracking with the heat, as a teamster snaps his whip on a frosty morning.
I let my eyes take in the room, with the oak beams overhead, blackened by smoke, the heavy tables and chairs, and the clean sanded floor. It was getting on toward night now, and the wind had died out. I was alone in the room, but I could hear Mistress Willis walking about in the apartment overhead, and giving some orders to the servant. I rose from my chair somewhat wearied, wishing that the inn keeper would return, so that I might meet him, and seek my bed. I walked to the window, noting that the moon had risen, and that the snow had ceased. As I looked through the casement70 I started, and doubted whether my eyes beheld71 aright, for I saw a sight of more than passing strangeness, and one that, for a time, struck terror to my heart.
The snow, which had been as white as a fleecy cloud, was now as red as blood beneath the silver moon!
At the same time I saw, coming toward the inn, at top speed, three men who ran on, never once halting to glance behind them.
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beckoning
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tavern
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| （使）成熟( mellow的过去式和过去分词 )； 使色彩更加柔和，使酒更加醇香 | |
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| n.竖铰链窗；窗扉 | |
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| v.看，注视( behold的过去式和过去分词 )；瞧；看呀；（叙述中用于引出某人意外的出现）哎哟 | |
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