Part 7 (1/2)

”I think it was he who saved the wreck of the king's army under Mr.

Braddock,” said my aunt. ”I can remember how they all looked. Not a wig among them. The lodges must have been full of them, but their legs saved their scalps.”

”Is it for this they call them wigwams?” cries naughty Miss Chew.

”Fie! fie!” says her mamma, while my aunt laughed merrily.

”A mere Potomac planter,” said Etherington, ”'pon my soul--and with such airs, as if they were gentlemen of the line.”

”Perhaps,” said my aunt, ”they had not had your opportunities of knowing all grades of the service.”

The major flushed. ”I have served the king as well as I know how, and I trust, madam, I shall have the pleasure to aid in the punishment of some of these insolent rebels.”

”May you be there to see, Hugh,” said my aunt, laughing.

Willing to make a diversion, Mrs. Chew said, ”Let us defeat these Tories at the card-table, Gainor.”

”With all my heart,” said my aunt, glad of this turn in the talk.

”Come and give me luck, Hugh,” said Mrs. Ferguson. ”What a big fellow you are! Your aunt must find you ruffles soon, and a steenkirk.”

With this I sat down beside her, and wondered to see how eager and interested they all became, and how the guineas and gold half-joes pa.s.sed from one to another, while the gay Mrs. Ferguson, who was at the table with Mrs. Penn, Captain Wallace, and my aunt, gave me my first lesson in this form of industry.

A little later there was tea, chocolate, and rusks, with punch for the men; and Dr. s.h.i.+ppen came in, and the great Dr. Rush, with his delicate, clean-cut face under a full wig. Dr. s.h.i.+ppen was full of talk about some fine game-c.o.c.ks, and others were busy with the spring races in Centre Square.

You may be sure I kept my ears open to hear what all these great men said. I chanced to hear Dr. Rush deep in talk behind the punch-table with a handsome young man, Dr. Morgan, newly come from London.

Dr. Rush said, ”I have news to-day, in a letter from Mr. Adams, of things being unendurable. He is bold enough to talk of separation from England; but that is going far, too far.”

”I think so, indeed,” said Morgan. ”I saw Dr. Franklin in London. He advises conciliation, and not to act with rash haste. These gentlemen yonder make it difficult.”

”Yes; there is no insolence like that of the soldier.” And this was all I heard or remember, for my aunt bade me run home and thank my mother, telling me to come again and soon.

The plot was indeed thickening, and even a lad as young as I could scent peril in the air. At home I heard nothing of it. No doubt my father read at his warehouse the ”Pennsylvania Journal,” or more likely Galloway's gazette, the ”Chronicle,” which was rank Tory, and was suppressed in 1773. But outside of the house I learned the news readily. Mr. Warder took papers on both sides, and also the Boston ”Packet,” so that Jack and I were well informed, and used to take the gazettes when his father had read them, and devour them safely in our boat, when by rare chance I had a holiday.

And so pa.s.sed the years 1770, 1771, and 1772, when Lord North precipitated the crisis by attempting to control the judges in Ma.s.sachusetts, who were in future to be paid by the crown, and would thus pa.s.s under its control. Adams now suggested committees of correspondence, and thus the first step toward united action was taken.

These years, up to the autumn of 1772, were not without influence on my own life for both good and evil. I was, of course, kept sedulously at work at our business, and, though liking it even less than farriery, learned it well enough. It was not without its pleasures. Certainly it was an agreeable thing to know the old merchant captains, and to talk to their men or themselves. The sea had not lost its romance. Men could remember Kidd and Blackbeard. In the low-lying dens below Dock Creek and on King street, were many, it is to be feared, who had seen the black flag flying, and who knew too well the keys and shoals of the West Indies. The captain who put to sea with such sailors had need to be resolute and ready. s.h.i.+ps went armed, and I was amazed to see, in the holds of our own s.h.i.+ps, carronades, which out on the ocean were hoisted up and set in place on deck; also cutla.s.ses and muskets in the cabin, and good store of pikes. I ventured once to ask my father if this were consistent with non-resistance. He replied that pirates were like to wild beasts, and that I had better attend to my business; after which I said no more, having food for thought.

These captains got thus a n.o.ble training, were splendid seamen, and not unused to arms and danger, as proved fortunate in days to come. Once I would have gone to the Madeiras with Captain Biddle, but unluckily my mother prevailed with my father to forbid it. It had been better for me had it been decided otherwise, because I was fast getting an education which did me no good.

”Indeed,” says Jack later on in his diary, ”I was much troubled in those seventies” (he means up to '74, when we were full twenty-one) ”about my friend Hugh. The town was full of officers of all grades, who came and went, and brought with them much licence and contempt for colonists in general, and a silly way of parading their own sentiments on all occasions. Gambling, hard drinking, and all manner of worse things became common and more openly indulged in. Neither here nor in Boston could young women walk about unattended, a new and strange thing in our quiet town.

”Mistress Gainor's house was full of these gentlemen, whom she entertained with a freedom only equalled by that with which she spoke her good Whig mind. The air was full of excitement. Business fell off, and Hugh and I had ample leisure to do much as we liked.

”I must honestly declare that I deserve no praise for having escaped the temptations which beset Hugh. I hated all excess, and suffered in body if I drank or ate more than was wise. As regards worse things than wine and cards, I think Miss Wynne was right when she described me as a girl-boy; for the least rudeness or laxity of talk in women I disliked, and as to the mere modesties of the person, I have always been like some well-nurtured maid.

”Thus it was that when Hugh, encouraged by his aunt, fell into the company of these loose, swaggering captains and cornets, I had either to give up him, who was unable to resist them, or to share in their vicious ways myself. It was my personal disgust at drunkenness or loose society which saved me, not any moral or religious safeguards, although. I trust I was not altogether without these helps. I have seen now and then that to be refined in tastes and feelings is a great aid to a virtuous life.

Also I have known some who would have been drunkards but for their heads and stomachs, which so behaved as to be good subst.i.tutes for conscience.

It is sometimes the body which saves the soul. Both of these helps I had, but my dear Hugh had neither. He was a great, strong, masculine fellow, and if I may seem to have said that he wanted refined feelings, that is not so, and to him, who will never read these lines, and to myself, I must apologise.”