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<h3> CHAPTER 43 </h3>
<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">H</span>er momentary weakness past, the child again summoned the resolution which
had until now sustained her, and, endeavouring to keep steadily in her
view the one idea that they were flying from disgrace and crime, and that
her grandfather’s preservation must depend solely on her firmness, unaided
by one word of advice or any helping hand, urged him onward and looked
back no more.</p>
<p>While he, subdued and abashed, seemed to crouch before her, and to shrink
and cower down, as if in the presence of some superior creature, the child
herself was sensible of a new feeling within her, which elevated her
nature, and inspired her with an energy and confidence she had never
known. There was no divided responsibility now; the whole burden of their
two lives had fallen upon her, and henceforth she must think and act for
both. ‘I have saved him,’ she thought. ‘In all dangers and distresses, I
will remember that.’</p>
<p>At any other time, the recollection of having deserted the friend who had
shown them so much homely kindness, without a word of justification—the
thought that they were guilty, in appearance, of treachery and ingratitude—even
the having parted from the two sisters—would have filled her with
sorrow and regret. But now, all other considerations were lost in the new
uncertainties and anxieties of their wild and wandering life; and the very
desperation of their condition roused and stimulated her.</p>
<p>In the pale moonlight, which lent a wanness of its own to the delicate
face where thoughtful care already mingled with the winning grace and
loveliness of youth, the too bright eye, the spiritual head, the lips that
pressed each other with such high resolve and courage of the heart, the
slight figure firm in its bearing and yet so very weak, told their silent
tale; but told it only to the wind that rustled by, which, taking up its
burden, carried, perhaps to some mother’s pillow, faint dreams of
childhood fading in its bloom, and resting in the sleep that knows no
waking.</p>
<p>The night crept on apace, the moon went down, the stars grew pale and dim,
and morning, cold as they, slowly approached. Then, from behind a distant
hill, the noble sun rose up, driving the mists in phantom shapes before
it, and clearing the earth of their ghostly forms till darkness came
again. When it had climbed higher into the sky, and there was warmth in
its cheerful beams, they laid them down to sleep, upon a bank, hard by
some water.</p>
<p>But Nell retained her grasp upon the old man’s arm, and long after he was
slumbering soundly, watched him with untiring eyes. Fatigue stole over her
at last; her grasp relaxed, tightened, relaxed again, and they slept side
by side.</p>
<p>A confused sound of voices, mingling with her dreams, awoke her. A man of
very uncouth and rough appearance was standing over them, and two of his
companions were looking on, from a long heavy boat which had come close to
the bank while they were sleeping. The boat had neither oar nor sail, but
was towed by a couple of horses, who, with the rope to which they were
harnessed slack and dripping in the water, were resting on the path.</p>
<p>‘Holloa!’ said the man roughly. ‘What’s the matter here?’</p>
<p>‘We were only asleep, Sir,’ said Nell. ‘We have been walking all night.’</p>
<p>‘A pair of queer travellers to be walking all night,’ observed the man who
had first accosted them. ‘One of you is a trifle too old for that sort of
work, and the other a trifle too young. Where are you going?’</p>
<p>Nell faltered, and pointed at hazard towards the West, upon which the man
inquired if she meant a certain town which he named. Nell, to avoid more
questioning, said ‘Yes, that was the place.’</p>
<p>‘Where have you come from?’ was the next question; and this being an
easier one to answer, Nell mentioned the name of the village in which
their friend the schoolmaster dwelt, as being less likely to be known to
the men or to provoke further inquiry.</p>
<p>‘I thought somebody had been robbing and ill-using you, might be,’ said
the man. ‘That’s all. Good day.’</p>
<p>Returning his salute and feeling greatly relieved by his departure, Nell
looked after him as he mounted one of the horses, and the boat went on. It
had not gone very far, when it stopped again, and she saw the men
beckoning to her.</p>
<p>‘Did you call to me?’ said Nell, running up to them.</p>
<p>‘You may go with us if you like,’ replied one of those in the boat. ‘We’re
going to the same place.’</p>
<p>The child hesitated for a moment. Thinking, as she had thought with great
trepidation more than once before, that the men whom she had seen with her
grandfather might, perhaps, in their eagerness for the booty, follow them,
and regaining their influence over him, set hers at nought; and that if
they went with these men, all traces of them must surely be lost at that
spot; determined to accept the offer. The boat came close to the bank
again, and before she had had any more time for consideration, she and her
grandfather were on board, and gliding smoothly down the canal.</p>
<p>The sun shone pleasantly on the bright water, which was sometimes shaded
by trees, and sometimes open to a wide extent of country, intersected by
running streams, and rich with wooded hills, cultivated land, and
sheltered farms. Now and then, a village with its modest spire, thatched
roofs, and gable-ends, would peep out from among the trees; and, more than
once, a distant town, with great church towers looming through its smoke,
and high factories or workshops rising above the mass of houses, would
come in view, and, by the length of time it lingered in the distance, show
them how slowly they travelled. Their way lay, for the most part, through
the low grounds, and open plains; and except these distant places, and
occasionally some men working in the fields, or lounging on the bridges
under which they passed, to see them creep along, nothing encroached on
their monotonous and secluded track.</p>
<p>Nell was rather disheartened, when they stopped at a kind of wharf late in
the afternoon, to learn from one of the men that they would not reach
their place of destination until next day, and that, if she had no
provision with her, she had better buy it there. She had but a few pence,
having already bargained with them for some bread, but even of these it
was necessary to be very careful, as they were on their way to an utterly
strange place, with no resource whatever. A small loaf and a morsel of
cheese, therefore, were all she could afford, and with these she took her
place in the boat again, and, after half an hour’s delay during which the
men were drinking at the public-house, proceeded on the journey.</p>
<p>They brought some beer and spirits into the boat with them, and what with
drinking freely before, and again now, were soon in a fair way of being
quarrelsome and intoxicated. Avoiding the small cabin, therefore, which
was very dark and filthy, and to which they often invited both her and her
grandfather, Nell sat in the open air with the old man by her side:
listening to their boisterous hosts with a palpitating heart, and almost
wishing herself safe on shore again though she should have to walk all
night.</p>
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<p>They were, in truth, very rugged, noisy fellows, and quite brutal among
themselves, though civil enough to their two passengers. Thus, when a
quarrel arose between the man who was steering and his friend in the
cabin, upon the question who had first suggested the propriety of offering
Nell some beer, and when the quarrel led to a scuffle in which they beat
each other fearfully, to her inexpressible terror, neither visited his
displeasure upon her, but each contented himself with venting it on his
adversary, on whom, in addition to blows, he bestowed a variety of
compliments, which, happily for the child, were conveyed in terms, to her
quite unintelligible. The difference was finally adjusted, by the man who
had come out of the cabin knocking the other into it head first, and
taking the helm into his own hands, without evincing the least
discomposure himself, or causing any in his friend, who, being of a
tolerably strong constitution and perfectly inured to such trifles, went
to sleep as he was, with his heels upwards, and in a couple of minutes or
so was snoring comfortably.</p>
<p>By this time it was night again, and though the child felt cold, being but
poorly clad, her anxious thoughts were far removed from her own suffering
or uneasiness, and busily engaged in endeavouring to devise some scheme
for their joint subsistence. The same spirit which had supported her on
the previous night, upheld and sustained her now. Her grandfather lay
sleeping safely at her side, and the crime to which his madness urged him,
was not committed. That was her comfort.</p>
<p>How every circumstance of her short, eventful life, came thronging into
her mind, as they travelled on! Slight incidents, never thought of or
remembered until now; faces, seen once and ever since forgotten; words
scarcely heeded at the time; scenes, of a year ago and those of yesterday,
mixing up and linking themselves together; familiar places shaping
themselves out in the darkness from things which, when approached, were,
of all others, the most remote and most unlike them; sometimes, a strange
confusion in her mind relative to the occasion of her being there, and the
place to which she was going, and the people she was with; and imagination
suggesting remarks and questions which sounded so plainly in her ears,
that she would start, and turn, and be almost tempted to reply;—all
the fancies and contradictions common in watching and excitement and
restless change of place, beset the child.</p>
<p>She happened, while she was thus engaged, to encounter the face of the man
on deck, in whom the sentimental stage of drunkenness had now succeeded to
the boisterous, and who, taking from his mouth a short pipe, quilted over
with string for its longer preservation, requested that she would oblige
him with a song.</p>
<p>‘You’ve got a very pretty voice, a very soft eye, and a very strong
memory,’ said this gentleman; ‘the voice and eye I’ve got evidence for,
and the memory’s an opinion of my own. And I’m never wrong. Let me hear a
song this minute.’</p>
<p>‘I don’t think I know one, sir,’ returned Nell.</p>
<p>‘You know forty-seven songs,’ said the man, with a gravity which admitted
of no altercation on the subject. ‘Forty-seven’s your number. Let me hear
one of ‘em—the best. Give me a song this minute.’</p>
<p>Not knowing what might be the consequences of irritating her friend, and
trembling with the fear of doing so, poor Nell sang him some little ditty
which she had learned in happier times, and which was so agreeable to his
ear, that on its conclusion he in the same peremptory manner requested to
be favoured with another, to which he was so obliging as to roar a chorus
to no particular tune, and with no words at all, but which amply made up
in its amazing energy for its deficiency in other respects. The noise of
this vocal performance awakened the other man, who, staggering upon deck
and shaking his late opponent by the hand, swore that singing was his
pride and joy and chief delight, and that he desired no better
entertainment. With a third call, more imperative than either of the two
former, Nell felt obliged to comply, and this time a chorus was maintained
not only by the two men together, but also by the third man on horseback,
who being by his position debarred from a nearer participation in the
revels of the night, roared when his companions roared, and rent the very
air. In this way, with little cessation, and singing the same songs again
and again, the tired and exhausted child kept them in good humour all that
night; and many a cottager, who was roused from his soundest sleep by the
discordant chorus as it floated away upon the wind, hid his head beneath
the bed-clothes and trembled at the sounds.</p>
<p>At length the morning dawned. It was no sooner light than it began to rain
heavily. As the child could not endure the intolerable vapours of the
cabin, they covered her, in return for her exertions, with some pieces of
sail-cloth and ends of tarpaulin, which sufficed to keep her tolerably dry
and to shelter her grandfather besides. As the day advanced the rain
increased. At noon it poured down more hopelessly and heavily than ever
without the faintest promise of abatement.</p>
<p>They had, for some time, been gradually approaching the place for which
they were bound. The water had become thicker and dirtier; other barges,
coming from it, passed them frequently; the paths of coal-ash and huts of
staring brick, marked the vicinity of some great manufacturing town; while
scattered streets and houses, and smoke from distant furnaces, indicated
that they were already in the outskirts. Now, the clustered roofs, and
piles of buildings, trembling with the working of engines, and dimly
resounding with their shrieks and throbbings; the tall chimneys vomiting
forth a black vapour, which hung in a dense ill-favoured cloud above the
housetops and filled the air with gloom; the clank of hammers beating upon
iron, the roar of busy streets and noisy crowds, gradually augmenting
until all the various sounds blended into one and none was distinguishable
for itself, announced the termination of their journey.</p>
<p>The boat floated into the wharf to which it belonged. The men were
occupied directly. The child and her grandfather, after waiting in vain to
thank them or ask them whither they should go, passed through a dirty lane
into a crowded street, and stood, amid its din and tumult, and in the
pouring rain, as strange, bewildered, and confused, as if they had lived a
thousand years before, and were raised from the dead and placed there by a
miracle.</p>
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