Part 2 (1/2)
But what do you say to the story you have been reading, Tommy? Would you rather have owned the genteel dog that left his master to be devoured, or the poor, rough, ragged, meagre, neglected cur that exposed his own life in his defence?” ”Indeed, sir,” said Tommy, ”I would have rather had Keeper; but then I would have fed him, and washed him, and combed him, till he had looked as well as Jowler.” ”But then, perhaps, he would have grown idle, and fat, and cowardly, like him,” said Mr Barlow; ”but here is some more of it, let us read to the end of the story.” Tommy then went on thus:--
”The gentleman was so pleased with the n.o.ble behaviour of Keeper, that he desired the poor man to make him a present of the dog; which, though with some reluctance, he complied with. Keeper was therefore taken to the city, where he was caressed and fed by everybody; and the disgraced Jowler was left at the cottage, with strict injunctions to the man to hang him up, as a worthless unprofitable cur.
”As soon as the gentleman had departed, the poor man was going to execute his commission; but, considering the n.o.ble size and comely look of the dog, and above all, being moved with pity for the poor animal, who wagged his tail, and licked his new master's feet, just as he was putting the cord about his neck, he determined to spare his life, and see whether a different treatment might not produce different manners.
From this day Jowler was in every respect treated as his brother Keeper had been before. He was fed but scantily; and, from this spare diet, soon grew more active and fond of exercise. The first shower he was in he ran away as he had been accustomed to do, and sneaked to the fire-side; but the farmer's wife soon drove him out of doors, and compelled him to bear the rigour of the weather. In consequence of this he daily became more vigorous and hardy, and, in a few months, regarded cold and rain no more than if he had been brought up in the country.
”Changed as he already was in many respects for the better, he still retained an insurmountable dread of wild beasts; till one day, as he was wandering through a wood alone, he was attacked by a large and fierce wolf, who, jumping out of a thicket, seized him by the neck with fury.
Jowler would fain have run, but his enemy was too swift and violent to suffer him to escape. Necessity makes even cowards brave. Jowler being thus stopped in his retreat, turned upon his enemy, and, very luckily seizing him by the throat, strangled him in an instant. His master then coming up, and being witness of his exploit, praised him, and stroked him with a degree of fondness he had never done before. Animated by this victory, and by the approbation of his master, Jowler, from that time, became as brave as he had before been pusillanimous; and there was very soon no dog in the country who was so great a terror to beasts of prey.
”In the mean time Keeper, instead of hunting wild beasts, or looking after sheep, did nothing but eat and sleep, which he was permitted to do, from a remembrance of his past services. As all qualities both of mind and body are lost if not continually exercised, he soon ceased to be that hardy, courageous animal he was before, and acquired all the faults which are the consequences of idleness and gluttony.
”About this time the gentleman went again into the country, and, taking his dog with him, was willing that he should exercise his prowess once more against his ancient enemies the wolves. Accordingly, the country people having quickly found one in a neighbouring wood, the gentleman went thither with Keeper, expecting to see him behave as he had done the year before. But how great was his surprise when, at the first onset, he saw his beloved dog run away with every mark of timidity! At this moment another dog sprang forward, and seizing the wolf with the greatest intrepidity, after a b.l.o.o.d.y contest, left him dead upon the ground. The gentleman could not help lamenting the cowardice of his favourite, and admiring the n.o.ble spirit of the other dog, whom, to his infinite surprise, he found to be the same Jowler that he had discarded the year before. 'I now see,' said he to the farmer, 'that it is in vain to expect courage in those who live a life of indolence and repose, and that constant exercise and proper discipline are frequently able to change contemptible characters into good ones.'”
”Indeed,” said Mr Barlow, when the story was ended, ”I am sincerely glad to find that Tommy has made this acquisition. He will now depend upon n.o.body, but be able to divert himself whenever he pleases. All that has ever been written in our own language will be from this time in his power, whether he chooses to read little entertaining stories like what we have heard to-day, or to read the actions of great and good men in history, or to make himself acquainted with the nature of wild beasts and birds, which are found in other countries, and have been described in books; in short, I scarcely know of anything which from this moment will not be in his power; and I do not despair of one day seeing him a very sensible man, capable of teaching and instructing others.”
”Yes,” said Tommy, something elated by all this praise, ”I am determined to make myself as clever as anybody; and I don't doubt, though I am such a little fellow, that I know more already than many grown-up people; and I am sure, though there are no less than six blacks in our house, that there is not one of them who can read a story like me.” Mr Barlow looked a little grave at this sudden display of vanity, and said rather coolly, ”Pray, who has attempted to teach them anything?” ”n.o.body, I believe,”
said Tommy. ”Where is the great wonder, then, if they are ignorant?”
replied Mr Barlow; ”you would probably have never known anything had you not been a.s.sisted; and even now you know very little.”
CHAPTER II.
Tommy and the Ragged Boy--Story of Androcles and the Lion--Conversation on Slavery--Conversation about an a.s.s--Tommy's Present and its consequences--The story of Cyrus--Squire Chase beats Harry--Harry saves the Squire's life--Making Bread--Story of the Two Brothers--Story of the Sailors on the Island of Spitzbergen.
In this manner did Mr Barlow begin the education of Tommy Merton, who had naturally very good dispositions, although he had been suffered to acquire many bad habits, that sometimes prevented them from appearing.
He was, in particular, very pa.s.sionate, and thought he had a right to command everybody that was not dressed as fine as himself. This opinion often led him into inconveniences, and once was the occasion of his being severely mortified.
This accident happened in the following manner:--One day as Tommy was striking a ball with his bat, he struck it over a hedge into an adjoining field, and seeing a little ragged boy walking along on that side, he ordered him, in a very peremptory tone, to bring it to him. The little boy, without taking any notice of what was said, walked on, and left the ball; upon which Tommy called out more loudly than before, and asked if he did not hear what was said. ”Yes,” said the boy, ”for the matter of that I am not deaf.” ”Oh! you are not?” replied Tommy, ”then bring me my ball directly.” ”I don't choose it,” said the boy. ”Sirrah,”
said Tommy, ”if I come to you I shall make you choose it.” ”Perhaps not, my pretty little master,” said the boy. ”You little rascal,” said Tommy, who now began to be very angry, ”if I come over the hedge I will thrash you within an inch of your life.” To this the other made no answer but by a loud laugh, which provoked Tommy so much that he clambered over the hedge and jumped precipitately down intending to have leaped into the field; but unfortunately his foot slipped, and down he rolled into a wet ditch, which was full of mud and water; there poor Tommy tumbled about for some time, endeavouring to get out; but it was to no purpose, for his feet stuck in the mud, or slipped off from the bank; his fine waistcoat was dirtied all over, his white stockings covered with mire, his breeches filled with puddle water; and, to add to his distress, he first lost one shoe and then the other--his laced hat tumbled off from his head and was completely spoiled. In this distress he must probably have remained a considerable time, had not the little ragged boy taken pity on him and helped him out. Tommy was so vexed and ashamed that he could not say a word, but ran home in such a plight that Mr Barlow, who happened to meet him, was afraid he had been considerably hurt; but, when he heard the accident which had happened, he could not help smiling, and he advised Tommy to be more careful for the future how he attempted to thrash little ragged boys.
The next day Mr Barlow desired Harry, when they were all together in the arbour, to read the following story of
”ANDROCLES AND THE LION.”
”There was a certain slave named Androcles, who was so ill treated by his master that his life became insupportable. Finding no remedy for what he suffered, he at length said to himself: 'It is better to die than to continue to live in such hards.h.i.+ps and misery as I am obliged to suffer. I am determined, therefore, to run away from my master. If I am taken again, I know that I shall be punished with a cruel death; but it is better to die at once, than to live in misery. If I escape, I must betake myself to deserts and woods, inhabited only by beasts; but they cannot use me more cruelly than I have been used by my fellow-creatures; therefore, I will rather trust myself with them, than continue to be a miserable slave.'
”Having formed this resolution, he took an opportunity of leaving his master's house, and hid himself in a thick forest, which was at some miles' distance from the city. But here the unhappy man found that he had only escaped from one kind of misery to experience another. He wandered about all day through a vast and trackless wood, where his flesh was continually torn by thorns and brambles; he grew hungry, but could find no food in this dreary solitude! At length he was ready to die with fatigue, and lay down in despair in a large cavern which he found by accident.”
”Poor man!” said Harry, whose little heart could scarcely contain itself at this mournful recital, ”I wish I could have met with him; I would have given him all my dinner, and he should have had my bed. But pray, sir, tell me why does one man behave so cruelly to another, and why should one person be the servant of another, and bear so much ill treatment?”
”As to that,” said Tommy, ”some folks are born gentlemen, and then they must command others; and some are born servants, and then they must do as they are bid. I remember, before I came hither, that there were a great many black men and women, that my mother said were only born to wait upon me; and I used to beat them, and kick them, and throw things at them whenever I was angry; and they never dared strike me again, because they were slaves.”
”And pray, young man,” said Mr Barlow, ”how came these people to be slaves?”
_Tommy._--Because my father bought them with his money. _Mr Barlow._--So then people that are bought with money are slaves, are they? _T._--Yes.
_Mr B._--And those that buy them have a right to kick them, and beat them, and do as they please with them? _T._--Yes. _Mr B._--Then, if I was to take and sell you to Farmer Sandford, he would have a right to do what he pleased with you? No, sir, said Tommy, somewhat warmly; but you would have no right to sell me, nor he to buy me. _Mr B._--Then it is not a person's being bought or sold that gives another a right to use him ill, but one person's having a right to sell another, and the man who buys having a right to purchase? _T._--Yes, sir. _Mr B._--And what right have the people who sold the poor negroes to your father to sell them, or what right has your father to buy them? Here Tommy seemed to be a good deal puzzled, but at length he said, ”They are brought from a country that is a great way off, in s.h.i.+ps, and so they become slaves.”
Then, said Mr Barlow, ”if I take you to another country, in a s.h.i.+p, I shall have a right to sell you?” _T._--No, but you won't, sir, because I was born a gentleman. _Mr B._--What do you mean by that, Tommy? Why (said Tommy, a little confounded), to have a fine house, and fine clothes, and a coach, and a great deal of money, as my papa has. _Mr B._--Then if you were no longer to have a fine house, nor fine clothes, nor a great deal of money, somebody that had all these things might make you a slave, and use you ill, and beat you, and insult you, and do whatever he liked with you? _T._--No, sir, that would not be right neither, that anybody should use me ill. _Mr B._--Then one person should not use another ill? _T._--No, sir. _Mr B._--To make a slave of anybody is to use him ill, is it not? _T._--I think so. _Mr B._--Then no one ought to make a slave of you? _T._--No, indeed, sir. _Mr B._--But if no one should use another ill, and making a slave is using him ill, neither ought you to make a slave of any one else. _T._--Indeed, sir, I think not; and for the future I never will use our black William ill; nor pinch him, nor kick him, as I used to do. _Mr B._--Then you will be a very good boy. But let us now continue our story.
”This unfortunate man had not lain long quiet in the cavern before he heard a dreadful noise, which seemed to be the roar of some wild beast, and terrified him very much. He started up with a design to escape, and had already reached the mouth of the cave, when he saw coming towards him a lion of prodigious size, who prevented any possibility of retreat.