"At the request of Maskelyne, I am coming North a Mountain of suitable Gravity to seek, whose presum'd Influence might deflect1 a Plumb2-line clearly enough to be measur'd without Ambiguity3.— Tho' given the A.R.'s difficult History with Plumb-lines, I feel Apprehension4 for the Project.
"Having determin'd after deep study in Mr. C. Dicey's County Atlas5 that it is impossible to travel from here to Scotland without passing your doorstep, I should be oblig'd for any recommendation of a good Inn for the night, whence I shall beg leave to make You Thee a brief visit.
"I pray that thou suffer no further from the Gout. I am well enough,— in Body. Our Afflictions are many, proceeding6 from an unilluminated Region deep and distant, which we are us'd to call by Names more rev8?erent. 'Twill be four years, Brother Lens. I hope it is not too long,— nor yet too soon."
To which,— "The Queen's Head is Bishop's best,— yet, my own house being around but a couple of corners, I would have to insist that thou improve the emptiness of one of its chambers9. Besides, at The Queen's Head, despite the excellence10 of its Larder11 and Kitchen, strict insistence12 is kept upon appearing on time at the Table, which might prove inconvenient13 to thee.
"We'll find the Carp shy of human company, the Dace fat and slow, but none so much as
Thy svt, J.”
Mason finds Dixon still gloomy about the death of his Mother back in January. Tho' they had finally found the time to be together, sometimes 'twas too much, and they fell to bickering15. "Tha should have gone when tha had the chance...? Jere, tha never were one for Pit work, nor it for thee, and Father, tha know, never was expecting it of thee."
"Bonny time to be tellin' me thah'...?"
"You were the Baby, the Baby can do no wrong, don't you know thah'?"
"So Dad came to an agreement," Jeremiah press'd, "with Mr. Bird."
"Dear knaahs, Jeremiah."
"How could he repay Mr. Bird," Dixon asks of Mason, years later. "Thah's what I can't see."
Of course it matters to him. Mason has his own mysteries in this regard,— what could the Miller16 of Wherr have done for the Director-to-be of the Honorable E.I.C.? Bread? "Coal?" he speculates.
"A few pence off upon the Chaldron,— 'twould add up. Yet in that Quantity,— "
"Suggests a need for high heat, sustain'd over time. Glass? Iron?"
Mason is content for the moment simply to sit, inside The Jolly Pitman and a Carousing17 of Geordies, feeling settled, quietly plumb, seeing against the neutral gray of the smoke all the sun-flashes from the Day, the clear slacks, the sand bottoms, the nettles18 and rose bay willow-herb, the sudden streak19 of light as the most gigantic Carp he'd ever run across in his life, keeled, what in legend will be recalled as but inches from his foot. It was the notoriously long-lived Canny20 Bob, said to've been chased by the Romans who once encamped up above Binchester. "But as you froze there, seemingly the object of Torpidinous assault," Dixon tells him, after Bob has made his escape, "I hesitated to approach you, for fear of electrocuting myself. At least I was able for once to observe him at some leisure,— he strangely seem'd to like you, Mason. I've never had that good a chance at him, no one I know has been as close as you. The Romans 'round here used to say, 'Carpe carpum,' that is, 'Seize the Carp'." "All right. I waited too long. But think how embarrassed all your friends would have felt, had a Stranger taken him,— and my first time on the river, too. Just as well, really." There is a fragility about Dixon now,
a softer way of reflecting light, such that Mason must accordingly grow gentle with him. No child has yet summon'd from him such care.
"Tha must attend closely to the Dace up here as well, for they look exactly like Chub, yet are they night and Day when it comes to the fight they'll put up...?"
"Excuse me, one looks at the Fins22. 'Tis fairly obvious which is which."
"Not here, I fear. Nor will River Wear Chub have much to do with the Bread-baits you no doubt learn'd to use down in Gloucester."
"What then? Some rare Beetle23, I imagine."
"Some rare Beef would better do the Trick... ? They are blood-crazed, and feral."
Despite their best Efforts, talk will ever drift to their separate Tran?
sits. "Maskelyne kept me over there," says Mason. "Nothing but
Weather, Day after Day. Couldn't get enough Obs for him. Would have
taken the projected age of the Universe. Brought me back upon a
meat-ship "
In the Hold were hundreds of Lamb carcasses,— once a sure occa?sion for Resentment24 prolong'd, now accepted as part of a Day inflicted25 by Fate, ever darkening,— exil'd to which, he must, in ways unnam'd,— perhaps, this late, unable to include "simply,"— persist. In the heavy weather of late November, the carcasses thump'd against the Bulkheads, keeping exhausted26 and increasingly irritated Mason from sleep. Deep in the mid-watch, his Mental Bung at last violently ejected by the Gases of Rage, he ran screaming to undog the hatch into the forward cargo27 space, and was immediately caught, a careless Innocent at some Ball of the Dead, among a sliding, thick meat Battery, the pale corpses28 only a bit larger than he, cold as the cold of the Sea that lay, he helpfully reminded himself, just the other side of these Timbers curving into candle-less blackness,— oof! as the ship roll'd, some dead Weight, odorous of sheep-fat, went speeding by headed for the Port side, nearly knocking Mason upon his Arse, and obliging him immediately to spin away upon one Foot, whilst the Ship pitch'd heavily, down and up,— fine Business. His intention, a true Phlegmatick's, having been but to locate the offend?ing Carcass,— being unable to allow in his Data more than one,— and secure it, somehow, imagining the Meat-Hold well supplied with any Lines and Hardware he might need.
Fool. Here were the Representatives of ev'ry sheep he had ever spoken ill of,— and now he was at their Mercy. But they are dead, he told him?self. Aye, but not only dead. Here was a category beyond Dead, in its pointless Humiliation29, its superfluous30 Defeat,— stripp'd, the naked faces bruis'd and cut by the repeated battering31 of the others in this, their final Flock, they slither'd lethally32 'round him. He had a clear moment in which he saw them moving of their own Will,— nothing to do with the move?ments of the Ship,— elaborately, the way dancers at Assemblies danc'd.
"Well I certainly wouldn't want to be a Disruption, here!" Mason roar'd at them, waiting, blind as a Corn in a Mill, to be crush'd. The situation held little hope for him,— wherever he stepp'd, he slipp'd, there being no purchase upon the Deck, owing to the untallied Tons of Fat that had long made frictionless33 ev'ry surface,— Mason instantly recognizing the same proximity34 to pure Equations of Motion as he had felt observing Stars and Planets in empty Space, with only the beautiful Silence missing now—
"However'd tha get out of thah' one?" Dixon wonders.
"Ahrrhh! the Smell alone might have done for me. Quite snapp'd me back, yes it did, like a Spring, back to that damn'd Cape21. I recall being very annoy'd, that my last Earthly Memories should be of that dismal35 place. Purgatory36 has to be better, I told myself, maybe even Hell.— For?tunately, just then, a Party of Sailors, who for some reason were neither on Watch nor asleep, seeming indeed almost furtive37 in Demeanor38, res-cu'd me. I noted39 too a puzzling air of Jollification, some of it directed at me. 'How is it in there?' one of them ask'd, with what, upon Shore, would certainly've been taken as an insinuating40 Leer. Not 'How was it,'— which is odd enough, no, what this Sailor distinctly said—
"Why aye, Mason, tha see it, don't tha ...? they were Sailors...? 'Tis probably a standard practice, upon those Meat-Voyages...? Something a foremast Swab, in his Day's unrelenting bleakness41, might have to look forward to, when the Midnight Hour creeps 'round...?"
"What.— Do you mean,— Oh, Dixon, really."
Dixon shrugs42. "If a Lad were wide awake, kept his wits about him, why the pitch of Danger...? eeh, eeh! at thah' speed, thah' lack of Fric?tion.. . ? and one's Mates in there as well,— might be just the Thing,—
"And then at the Dock," Mason continues brusquely, " - at Pres?ton,— for the Captain declared that he 'would not risk Liverpool,'— this
enormous crowd were waiting,— some of them quite fashionable-looking indeed, significant Wigs43 and so forth44, running about, screaming, setting fire to Factors' Sheds, and now and then, to one another. 'Twas the Food Riots,— the same having pitch'd, as I'd thought, to full fury when I sail'd for Ireland, now a year later, far from having abated45, reach'd even to Proud Preston. And what of the rest of England? My Father? Had they burn'd down the Mill yet?
"No one was there to meet me. The Sunlight abovedecks was smear'd, the Shadows deeper than Day-time's. The Mob, many of them small and frail46 from Hunger, yet possess'd by a Titanic47 Resentment that provided them the Strength, storm'd the Ship, and began removing Lamb car?casses (the Abasement48 of these not yet complete), and throwing them into the Water,— casting away food they might rather have taken with them, and had to eat. The loud insanity49, the pure murderous Thumping51. Thou wouldn't've wish'd to go out there at that moment, either. The Cap?tain allow'd me to shelter in his Quarters, till it should be safe to emerge,— proving meantime an engaging conversationalist, particularly upon the Topick of Mutton, as to which he seem'd most well inform'd, and even strangely...affectionate,—
"Of course,— being, as tha'd say, the Sultan of the Arrangement." "Well, it never occurr'd to me. Too late to do anything about it—" "Pity...? Tha might've had a bit of Fun in there, at least...?" "Aahhrr— With its Corollary, that whatever I do imagine as Fun, invariably produces Misery52...."
"Not only for thee," adds Dixon, pretending to scrutinize53 the Fire, "but for ev'ry Unfortunate within thy Ambit, as well."
"Gave thee a rough time, didn't I, Friend." Reaching to rest his hand for a moment upon Dixon's Shoulder, before removing it again.
"Oh," Dixon nodding away at an Angle from any direct view of his Partner's Face, "as rough times go,...the French were worse...? Then five Years of Mosquitoes, of course—" The old Astronomers54 sit for a while in what might be an Embrace, but that they forbear to touch.
"Quite a Lark55, you must have had I returned from the North Cape in
some Con14-fusion,— wishing but to put distance between my back and
Hammerfost, a-Southing I went, in a true Panick, all the way to London. Hoping the while, that I had only slamm'd my Nob once too often upon the roof-beams of that Dwarf's Hovel the Navy styl'd an Observatory56.... Would have welcomed the chance to see thee, to talk, but Maskelyne was being a Nuisance as ever, and thou were yet in Ulster....
"Bayley went to the North Cape. I was put off about seventy miles down the coast, at Hammerfost, on Hammerfost Island. The Ground was frozen so hard it took a week to dig a hole for a Post to fix the Clock to. Then it snow'd for a week, sometimes with violent Winds, and Hail. The days just before the Transit57 were hazy58, and now and then very hazy indeed. On the morning of the Transit, the first sight I had of the Planet, she was already half immerg'd. Ten minutes later, for one instant, thro' a thin cloud, it seem'd she was upon the Sun. Yet no thread of Light. Six hours on, the same thing. Caught her going off the Disk, internal Contact was already past,— one swift View, and then the Clouds came in again. Got the Eclipse later, next day took the Dip to the Horizon. Here was the World's Other End,— one stood upon a great Bluff59 and look'd out upon the Arctic Ocean, the Horizon strangely nearer than it ought to've been. 'Twas amid this terminal Geometry, that I was visited." Mason appearing to hear no resonance60, "— Taken, then,— yet further North."
"Ah,— " Can Dixon see the Apprehension in his Face? "How far was that?"
"Hours...? Days...? He appear'd with no warning. Very large eyes, what you would call quite large indeed. I had no idea who, or how many, might have been dwelling61 in this desolate62 place. 'You must come with me,' quoth he.
" 'I have a ship leaving in a few hours, man,' I mumbl'd, and kept on with my paper-work.
" 'H.M.S. Emerald, Captain Douglas. There will be no wind until we return. Come.' I looked up. He was undeniably there,— I had not been upon the island long enough for Rapture63 of the North to have set in. For a moment I thought 'twas Stig, a Shadow of Stig, you recollect64 our mystickal
Axman, with his Nostalgia65 for the North, so in command of him Yet my
Visitor's eyes were too strange even for Stig,— his aspect, his speech, were nothing I recogniz'd. We descended66 to the Shore, and went out upon a great Floe68 of Ice, and so one Floe to another, until all had frozen into a continuous Plain. In his movement he seem'd as much a Visitor as I in this Country. From his Pack he unfolded a small Sledge69 of Caribou70 Hide, stretch'd upon an ingeniously hinged framework of Whalebone, and from a curious black Case produced a Device of elaborately coil'd Wires, set upon Gimbals, which he affix'd to the Prow71 of the vehicle. 'Hurry!' I had barely climb'd aboard when the whole concern spun72 about, till pointing, as a Needle-man I surmis'd, to the North Magnetick Pole, and began to move, faster and ever faster, with a rising Whine73, over the Ice-Prairie. 'Sir,' I would have shouted, had the swiftness of our Travel allowed me breath, 'Sir, not so far!' when I'd really meant to say, 'not so fast.' We sped thus northward74 in perpetual sunlight. Night would not come to that Lati?tude. The Sun up there, from mid-May to late July, does not set. The phantoms75, the horrors, when they came, would not be those of Night.
"Nor, as things turn'd out, would it be a Journey to the North Pole. The Pole itself, to be nice, hung beyond us in empty space,— for as I was soon to observe, at the top of the World, somewhere between eighty and ninety degrees North, the Earth's Surface, all 'round the Parallel, began to curve sharply inward, leaving a great circum-polar Emptiness," as Mason shifts uncomfortably and looks about for something to smoke or eat, "directly toward which our path was taking us, at first gently, then with some insistence, down-hill, ever downward, and thus, gradually, around the great Curve of its Rim76.— And 'twas so that we enter'd, by its great northern Portal, upon the inner Surface of the Earth." A patiently challenging smile.
Mason sits rhythmickally inserting into his Face an assortment77 of Meg Bland's Cookies, Tarts78, and Muffins,.. .pretending to be silent by choice, lest any phrase emerge too farinaceously inflected.
Dixon continues cheerfully.—
"The Ice giving way to Tundra79, we proceeded, ever downhill, into a not-quite-total darkness, the pressure of the Air slowly increasing, each sound soon taking on a whispering after-tone, as from a sort of immense compos?ite Echo,— until we were well inside, hundreds of miles below the Outer Surface, having clung to what we now walked upon quite handily all the way, excepting that we arriv'd upside-down as bats in a belfry...."
The Interior had remain'd less studied philosophickally, than endur'd anxiously, by those who might choose to travel Diametrickally across it,—
means of Flight having been develop'd early in the History of the Inner Sur?face. "Their God, like that of the Iroquois, lives at their Horizon,— here 'tis their North or South Horizon, each a more and less dim Ellipse of Sky-light. The Curve of the Rim is illuminated7, depending on the position of the Sun, in greater or lesser80 Relievo,— chains of mountains, thin strokes of towers, the eternally spilling lives of thousands dwelling in the long Estuarial81 Towns wrapping from Outside to Inside as the water rushes away in uncom?monly long waterfalls, downward for hours, unbrak'd, till at last debouching into an interior Lake of great size, upside-down but perfectly82 secured to its Lake-bed by Gravity as well as Centrifugal Force, and in which upside-down swimmers glide83 at perfect ease, hanging over an Abyss thousands of miles deep. From wherever one is, to raise one's Eyes is to see the land and Water rise ahead of one and behind as well, higher and higher till lost in the Thickening of the Atmosphere.... In the larger sense, then, to journey any?where, in this Terra Concava, is ever to ascend84. With its Corollary,— Out?side, here upon the Convexity,— to go anywhere is ever to descend67."
With great Cordiality and respect upon all sides, Dixon was taken to the local Academy of Sciences, and introduc'd to the Fellows.
"Nothing to do with your actual Appearance," Dixon said, "but all of
thee have such a familiar look,— up above, we hear many Tales of
Gnomes85, Elves, smaller folk, who live underground and possess what
are, to huz, magickal Powers? Who've min'd their ways to the borders of
our world, following streams, spying upon us from the Fells when the
light of the Day's tricky86 enough Is this where they come from, then?"
"They are we." One of the inner-surface Philosophers removing his Hat and sweeping87 into a Bow, the others, in Echelon88, following identic-kally, Hat-Brims all ending up in a single, perfectly imbricated Line.
"Your servant, Sirs."
"You receive Messages from us, by way of your Magnetic Compasses. What you call the 'Secular89 Change of Declination' is whatever dimm'd and muffl'd remnant may reach you above, of all the lives of us Below,— being less liv'd than waged, at a level of Passion that would seem, to you, quite intense. We have learn'd to use the Tellurick Forces, including that of Magnetism,— which you oddly seem to consider the only one."
"There are others?" Mason perking90 up.
"That's what he said. All most effective and what we'd style 'miracu?lous,' down there,— tho' perhaps not as much so, up here.
"Thy trip to Scotland will be closely watch'd, Mason, from below.... 'Once the solar parallax is known,' they told me, 'once the necessary Degrees are measur'd, and the size and weight and shape of the Earth are calculated inescapably at last, all this will vanish. We will have to seek another Space.' No one explain'd what that meant, however...? 'Perhaps some of us will try living upon thy own Surface. I am not sure that everyone can adjust from a concave space to a convex one. Here have we been sheltered, nearly everywhere we look is no Sky, but only more Earth.— How many of us, I wonder, could live the other way, the way you People do, so exposed to the Outer Darkness? Those terrible Lights, great and small? And wherever you may stand, given the Con?vexity, each of you is slightly pointed91 away from everybody else, all the time, out into that Void that most of you seldom notice. Here in the Earth Concave, everyone is pointed at everyone else,— ev'rybody's axes con?verge,— forc'd at least thus to acknowledge one another,— an entirely92 different set of rules for how to behave.'
"We happen'd to be looking through a Telescope of peculiar93 design, for hundreds of yards around whose Eye-piece, Specula of silver, precisely94 beaten and polish'd to a Perfection I was assur'd had cost the sanity50 of more than one Artisan, were spread like sails for catching95 ev'ry least flut?ter of Luminosity, conveying to a central set of Lenses the images they gather'd in. With this Instrument one could view any part of the Hollow Earth, even places directly across the Inner Void, thousands of miles dis?tant. Tho' Light through the Polar Openings north and south varied96 as the Earth traveled in its orbit, 'twas never more than low and diffuse97, hence the enlarged eyes of these inner-surface dwellers98, their pale skins, their diet of roots and fungi99 and what greener Esculents they might go to harvest out in the more arable100 country 'round the Openings, though the journeys back inside were fraught101 with peril102 and inconvenience from arm'd Bands of Vegetable Pirates. Leaves in here were nearly black in color, fruit rare. The Wines," Dixon shaking his head, "are as austere103 as anyone can imagine."
"You've not become a Grape person, Dixon?"
"The damn'd Gout. Wine's not as bad.”
Mason bleakly104 exhales105. "No Hell, then?"
"Not inside the Earth, anyway."
"Nor any.. .Single Administrator106 of Evil."
"They did introduce me to some Functionary,— no telling,— We chatted, others came in. They ask'd if I'd take off as much of my Cloth?ing as I'd feel comfortable with,— I stepp'd out of my Shoes, left my Hat on...? They walk'd 'round me in Circles, now and then poking107 at me...? Nothing too intrusive108."
"Nothing you remember, anyway," Mason can't help putting in.
"They peer'd into my Eyes and Ears, they look'd in my Mouth, they put me upon a Balance and weigh'd me. They conferr'd. 'Are you quite sure, now,' the Personage ask'd me at last, 'that you wish to bet ev'ry-thing upon the Body?— this Body?— moreover, to rely helplessly upon the Daily Harvest your Sensorium brings in,— keeping in mind that both will decline, the one in Health as the other in Variety, growing less and less trustworthy till at last they are no more?' Eeh. Well, what would thoo've said?"
"So, did you—
"We left it in abeyance109. Arriv'd back at the Observatory, it seem'd but minutes, this time, in Transit, I sought my Bible, which I let fall open, and read, in Job, 26:5 through 7, 'Dead things are formed from under the waters, and the inhabitants thereof.
' 'Hell is naked before him, and destruction hath no covering. ' "He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing.''
Upon the doorstep, horses waiting him in the Street, Mason grasps Dixon's
Hand. "If they don't kill and eat me up there, shall we do this again?" "We must count upon becoming old Geezers together," Dixon proposes.
They are looking directly at one another for the first time since either can
remember.
"Let us meet next Summer.... You must come stay in Sapperton." "I may not travel far." Immediately reaching out his hand to Mason's
arm, lest Mason, in his way, take too much offense110. "I wish it were not so.”
Mason, as he long has learn'd to for Dixon, refrains from flinching111. "No loss, perhaps,— thanks to the damn'd Clothiers, no one can guaran?tee what, if anything, swims in the Frome anymore," avoiding any pro-long'd talk of Frailty112, which he can see is costing Dixon more than his reserve of cheer may afford. "The Mills, curse them all.... Dixon, I shall be happy to see you wherever you wish." He turns to the Straps113 securing the Transit Instruments, ignoring what is just behind his Eyes and Nose. "Mind thyself, Friend.”
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