Part 9 (1/2)

The day was delightful; there was just so much motion in the air as to disturb the little fleecy clouds which were scattered on the horizon, and by floating them occasionally over the sun, to chequer the landscape with that variety of light and shade which often gives to a bare and unenclosed scene, for the time at least, a species of charm approaching to the varieties of a cultivated and planted country. A thousand flitting hues of light and shade played over the expanse of wild moor, rocks, and inlets, which, as they climbed higher and higher, spread in wide and wider circuit around them.

The elder Mertoun often paused and looked round upon the scene, and for some time his son supposed that he halted to enjoy its beauties; but as they ascended still higher up the hill, he remarked his shortened breath and his uncertain and toilsome step, and became a.s.sured, with some feelings of alarm, that his father's strength was, for the moment, exhausted, and that he found the ascent more toilsome and fatiguing than usual. To draw close to his side, and offer him in silence the a.s.sistance of his arm, was an act of youthful deference to advanced age, as well as of filial reverence; and Mertoun seemed at first so to receive it, for he took in silence the advantage of the aid thus afforded him.

It was but for two or three minutes, however, that the father availed himself of his son's support. They had not ascended fifty yards farther, ere he pushed Mordaunt suddenly, if not rudely, from him; and, as if stung into exertion by some sudden recollection, began to mount the acclivity with such long and quick steps, that Mordaunt, in his turn, was obliged to exert himself to keep pace with him. He knew his father's peculiarity of disposition; he was aware from many slight circ.u.mstances, that he loved him not even while he took much pains with his education, and while he seemed to be the sole object of his care upon earth. But the conviction had never been more strongly or more powerfully forced upon him than by the hasty churlishness with which Mertoun rejected from a son that a.s.sistance, which most elderly men are willing to receive from youths with whom they are but slightly connected, as a tribute which it is alike graceful to yield and pleasing to receive. Mertoun, however, did not seem to perceive the effect which his unkindness had produced upon his son's feelings. He paused upon a sort of level terrace which they had now attained, and addressed his son with an indifferent tone, which seemed in some degree affected.

”Since you have so few inducements, Mordaunt, to remain in these wild islands, I suppose you sometimes wish to look a little more abroad into the world?”

”By my word, sir,” replied Mordaunt, ”I cannot say I ever have a thought on such a subject.”

”And why not, young man?” demanded his father; ”it were but natural, I think, at your age. At your age, the fair and varied breadth of Britain could not gratify me, much less the compa.s.s of a sea-girdled peat-moss.”

”I have never thought of leaving Zetland, sir,” replied the son. ”I am happy here, and have friends. You yourself, sir, would miss me, unless indeed”----

”Why, thou wouldst not persuade me,” said his father, somewhat hastily, ”that you stay here, or desire to stay here, for the love of me?”

”Why should I not, sir?” answered Mordaunt, mildly; ”it is my duty, and I hope I have hitherto performed it.”

”O ay,” repeated Mertoun, in the same tone--”your duty--your duty. So it is the duty of the dog to follow the groom that feeds him.”

”And does he not do so, sir?” said Mordaunt.

”Ay,” said his father, turning his head aside: ”but he fawns only on those who caress him.”

”I hope, sir,” replied Mordaunt, ”I have not been found deficient?”

”Say no more on't--say no more on't,” said Mertoun, abruptly, ”we have both done enough by each other--we must soon part--Let that be our comfort--if our separation should require comfort.”

”I shall be ready to obey your wishes,” said Mordaunt, not altogether displeased at what promised him an opportunity of looking farther abroad into the world. ”I presume it will be your pleasure that I commence my travels with a season at the whale-fis.h.i.+ng.”

”Whale-fis.h.i.+ng!” replied Mertoun; ”that were a mode indeed of seeing the world! but thou speakest but as thou hast learned. Enough of this for the present. Tell me where you had shelter from the storm yesterday?”

”At Stourburgh, the house of the new factor from Scotland.”

”A pedantic, fantastic, visionary schemer,” said Mertoun--”and whom saw you there?”

”His sister, sir,” replied Mordaunt, ”and old Norna of the Fitful-head.”

”What! the mistress of the potent spell,” answered Mertoun, with a sneer--”she who can change the wind by pulling her curch on one side, as King Erick used to do by turning his cap? The dame journeys far from home--how fares she? Does she get rich by selling favourable winds to those who are port-bound?”[30]

”I really do not know, sir,” said Mordaunt, whom certain recollections prevented from freely entering into his father's humour.

”You think the matter too serious to be jested with, or perhaps esteem her merchandise too light to be cared after,” continued Mertoun, in the same sarcastic tone, which was the nearest approach he ever made to cheerfulness; ”but consider it more deeply. Every thing in the universe is bought and sold, and why not wind, if the merchant can find purchasers? The earth is rented, from its surface down to its most central mines;--the fire, and the means of feeding it, are currently bought and sold;--the wretches that sweep the boisterous ocean with their nets, pay ransom for the privilege of being drowned in it. What t.i.tle has the air to be exempted from the universal course of traffic?

All above the earth, under the earth, and around the earth, has its price, its sellers, and its purchasers. In many countries the priests will sell you a portion of heaven--in all countries men are willing to buy, in exchange for health, wealth, and peace of conscience, a full allowance of h.e.l.l. Why should not Norna pursue her traffic?”

”Nay, I know no reason against it,” replied Mordaunt; ”only I wish she would part with the commodity in smaller quant.i.ties. Yesterday she was a wholesale dealer--whoever treated with her had too good a pennyworth.”

”It is even so,” said his father, pausing on the verge of the wild promontory which they had attained, where the huge precipice sinks abruptly down on the wide and tempestuous ocean, ”and the effects are still visible.”

The face of that lofty cape is composed of the soft and crumbling stone called sand-flag, which gradually becomes decomposed, and yields to the action of the atmosphere, and is split into large ma.s.ses, that hang loose upon the verge of the precipice, and, detached from it by the violence of the tempests, often descend with great fury into the vexed abyss which lashes the foot of the rock. Numbers of these huge fragments lie strewed beneath the rocks from which they have fallen, and amongst these the tide foams and rages with a fury peculiar to those lat.i.tudes.

At the period when Mertoun and his son looked from the verge of the precipice, the wide sea still heaved and swelled with the agitation of yesterday's storm, which had been far too violent in its effects on the ocean to subside speedily. The tide therefore poured on the headland with a fury deafening to the ear, and dizzying to the eye, threatening instant destruction to whatever might be at the time involved in its current. The sight of Nature, in her magnificence, or in her beauty, or in her terrors, has at all times an overpowering interest, which even habit cannot greatly weaken; and both father and son sat themselves down on the cliff to look out upon that unbounded war of waters, which rolled in their wrath to the foot of the precipice.