第65章 A FEW CRUSTED CHARACTERS(10)

"Well,since you put it so,"says Nancy,hanging fire,"we--thought we did see him;but it was darkish,and we was frightened,and of course it might not have been he.""Nancy,you needn't mind letting it out,though 'tis kept back in kindness.And he didn't come out of church again:I know it as well as you."'Nancy did not answer yes or no to that,and no more was said.But three days after,William Privett was mowing with John Chiles in Mr.

Hardcome's meadow,and in the heat of the day they sat down to eat their bit o'nunch under a tree,and empty their flagon.Afterwards both of 'em fell asleep as they sat.John Chiles was the first to wake,and as he looked towards his fellow-mower he saw one of those great white miller's-souls as we call 'em--that is to say,a miller-moth--come from William's open mouth while he slept,and fly straight away.John thought it odd enough,as William had worked in a mill for several years when he was a boy.He then looked at the sun,and found by the place o't that they had slept a long while,and as William did not wake,John called to him and said it was high time to begin work again.He took no notice,and then John went up and shook him,and found he was dead.

'Now on that very day old Philip Hookhorn was down at Longpuddle Spring dipping up a pitcher of water;and as he turned away,who should he see coming down to the spring on the other side but William,looking very pale and odd.This surprised Philip Hookhorn very much,for years before that time William's little son--his only child--had been drowned in that spring while at play there,and this had so preyed upon William's mind that he'd never been seen near the spring afterwards,and had been known to go half a mile out of his way to avoid the place.On inquiry,it was found that William in body could not have stood by the spring,being in the mead two miles off;and it also came out that the time at which he was seen at the spring was the very time when he died.'

'A rather melancholy story,'observed the emigrant,after a minute's silence.

'Yes,yes.Well,we must take ups and downs together,'said the seedsman's father.

'You don't know,Mr.Lackland,I suppose,what a rum start that was between Andrey Satchel and Jane Vallens and the pa'son and clerk o'

Scrimpton?'said the master-thatcher,a man with a spark of subdued liveliness in his eye,who had hitherto kept his attention mainly upon small objects a long way ahead,as he sat in front of the van with his feet outside.'Theirs was a queerer experience of a pa'son and clerk than some folks get,and may cheer 'ee up a little after this dampness that's been flung over yer soul.'

The returned one replied that he knew nothing of the history,and should be happy to hear it,quite recollecting the personality of the man Satchel.

'Ah no;this Andrey Satchel is the son of the Satchel that you knew;this one has not been married more than two or three years,and 'twas at the time o'the wedding that the accident happened that I could tell 'ee of,or anybody else here,for that matter.'

'No,no;you must tell it,neighbour,if anybody,'said several;a request in which Mr.Lackland joined,adding that the Satchel family was one he had known well before leaving home.

'I'll just mention,as you be a stranger,'whispered the carrier to Lackland,'that Christopher's stories will bear pruning.'

The emigrant nodded.

'Well,I can soon tell it,'said the master-thatcher,schooling himself to a tone of actuality.'Though as it has more to do with the pa'son and clerk than with Andrey himself,it ought to be told by a better churchman than I.'

ANDREY SATCHEL AND THE PARSON AND CLERK

'It all arose,you must know,from Andrey being fond of a drop of drink at that time--though he's a sober enough man now by all account,so much the better for him.Jane,his bride,you see,was somewhat older than Andrey;how much older I don't pretend to say;she was not one of our parish,and the register alone may be able to tell that.But,at any rate,her being a little ahead of her young man in mortal years,coupled with other bodily circumstances--'

('Ah,poor thing!'sighed the women.)

'--made her very anxious to get the thing done before he changed his mind;and 'twas with a joyful countenance (they say)that she,with Andrey and his brother and sister-in-law,marched off to church one November morning as soon as 'twas day a'most,to be made one with Andrey for the rest of her life.He had left our place long before it was light,and the folks that were up all waved their lanterns at him,and flung up their hats as he went.

'The church of her parish was a mile and more from the houses,and,as it was a wonderful fine day for the time of year,the plan was that as soon as they were married they would make out a holiday by driving straight off to Port Bredy,to see the ships and the sea and the sojers,instead of coming back to a meal at the house of the distant relation she lived wi',and moping about there all the afternoon.

'Well,some folks noticed that Andrey walked with rather wambling steps to church that morning;the truth o't was that his nearest neighbour's child had been christened the day before,and Andrey,having stood godfather,had stayed all night keeping up the christening,for he had said to himself,"Not if I live to be thousand shall I again be made a godfather one day,and a husband the next,and perhaps a father the next,and therefore I'll make the most of the blessing."So that when he started from home in the morning he had not been in bed at all.The result was,as I say,that when he and his bride-to-he walked up the church to get married,the pa'son (who was a very strict man inside the church,whatever he was outside)looked hard at Andrey,and said,very sharp: