Part 29 (1/2)

I have few incidents to describe during our homeward voyage. I was far happier than I had been on board the ”Emu.” Somehow or other I had no longer that affection for a sea life which I fancied I possessed. I dreaded, however, the reception I should meet with, on my return home, from Aunt Deb and Mr b.u.t.terfield, and from my father and brothers and sisters. The only person who I knew would receive me affectionately was my mother. I was very certain of it. I was half inclined, from fear of the upbraiding that I should get from the rest of my family, to beg Captain Mason to let me remain on board, and to make another voyage with him, expecting that I should regain my love for the ocean. I at last mentioned the subject.

”I would willingly do so, my lad, if your father and friends think it best you should become a sailor, but I cannot consent to act contrary to their wishes. You must at once, on landing, present yourself to Mr b.u.t.terfield; and as I am acquainted with him, I will accompany you and state how I have had the satisfaction of rescuing you from the perilous position in which you were placed.”

I thanked the captain very much for his offer, as I felt that I should have much more confidence in his presence than if I had gone alone.

Still, as we ran up the Irish Channel and sighted the Welsh coast, I felt very nervous, and could scarcely attend to my duties. At length we entered the Mersey and dropped anchor off Liverpool. As soon as the s.h.i.+p had been taken into dock, and the captain was at liberty, he sent for me, and we walked together to Mr b.u.t.terfield's office, where we were at once shown into his private room. The old gentleman did not recognise me, I was so grown and altered. When Captain Mason said who I was, he started, and, eyeing me keenly, at last took my hand.

”I'm thankful to see you again, my boy,” he said; ”but you have caused your aunt and me much anxiety, and trouble and sorrow to others of your family; but I won't say just now what has happened. Your aunt will tell you that, by-and-by. I am unwilling to grieve your heart on first landing on your native sh.o.r.e.”

I did not then understand what he meant; but as his manner was kind, I congratulated myself on escaping the upbraiding I expected from him, at all events. Captain Mason having much business to get through, rose to take his leave, when Mr b.u.t.terfield expressed his desire to repay him for the trouble and expense he had been put to on my account.

”Pray don't speak of it, my kind sir,” answered the worthy captain; ”I am amply repaid by the satisfaction I feel at restoring the lad to his friends;” and shaking me warmly by the hand, he left the office.

As it was late in the day, Mr b.u.t.terfield having signed a few letters, said he was ready to go home, and desired me to accompany him. As we walked along together, he questioned me about my adventures, seeming rather incredulous when I a.s.sured him that I had not intentionally run away to sea.

”Well, well, d.i.c.k, we'll let by-gones be by-gones. I shall be glad to see you act rightly in future.”

I inquired if Aunt Deb was still with him.

”She returned to your father soon after you disappeared, and has only lately come back to pay me another visit,” he answered.

I confess I wished she had stayed at home. However, I had to face her, though I felt very nervous about the interview.

”I don't think she will recognise you, and I won't tell her who you are,” he said, as I entered the house.

We went into the drawing-room, where we found Aunt Deb seated in a high-backed chair.

”Here's a young gentleman come from the sea. He's come to dine with us,” said Mr b.u.t.terfield.

Aunt Deb rose from her seat, gave me a stiff bow, and sank down again on her seat. ”I have no affection for the sea, or generally for those whose profession it is to sail upon it,” she said, looking hard at me.