Part 11 (1/2)
Had Digby seen himself in a gla.s.s he might have learnt one important lesson, and discovered how very slight a difference there was between him and the characters Power described.
The cooking part of the pic-nic was very amusing, but the eating the provisions was still pleasanter. Jokes and laughter ran high, and old Toby told them some more of his stories, of which I have no record.
Altogether, they all agreed that they never had pa.s.sed a pleasanter or more amusing day. They had saved a very nice dish of fish for Mrs Nugent; and in the cool of the evening they once more embarked, and pulled back to Osberton.
Note. I have no doubt that old Toby's account is perfectly correct, because it agrees with one just narrated to me by Admiral Saumarez, who was a mids.h.i.+pman on board the _Spartan_. He was showing me some prints of the action--one of the most spirited on record, and seldom has an account of a sea fight been told me in a more graphic way. Toby's narrative scarcely comes up to it, I fear.
CHAPTER SIX.
THE REAPPEARANCE OF DIGBY'S EVIL GENIUS--A TRAWLING EXPEDITION--HOW THE GUNS OF THE OLD FORT WENT OFF.
Digby was to all appearance getting on very well with Mr Nugent; a watchful eye was upon him; he had steady companions, older than himself, who were not inclined to lead him into temptation, while old Toby contributed much to keep him out of harm's way. It may very well be doubted whether this was the best sort of training for a lad of his disposition and the style of life for which he was intended. He would be called upon to mix with the world, to a.s.sociate with all sorts of people, and to go through the ordeal of a public school and college.
One important point was in his favour; his uncle was endeavouring to instil into him good principles, and to make him love, and comprehend, and follow the only light which could guide him on his onward path through life--the Bible. Digby listened oftentimes earnestly, always complaisantly, to what his uncle said to him, and thinking that listening to what was good was of itself a virtuous act, he began to fancy that he had grown into a reformed and very steady character. He might not have found out his mistake, had not a new boy come to his tutor's; his coming was spoken of some time before he made his appearance. Who he could be was the question. At length a carriage drove up to the door, and out of it stepped Julian Langley.
”Ah, Digby, how de ye do, how de ye do?” exclaimed Julian in an affected way, putting out his hand. ”Introduce me to your friends. We are to be companions for some time, I'm told, so we may as well become intimate at once.”
Digby welcomed his old friend, and mentioned his name, but Easton and the other boys could not resist imitating his affected way of talking.
”How de ye do, how de ye do, Langley?” they exclaimed, laughing; while Marshall turned away, somewhat disgusted with the little jackanapes as he called him.
Julian, however, soon made himself at home. He had never held Digby in very high estimation, simply because he found that he could so easily lead him, and he therefore fancied that he should have a good right to look down upon his new companions. His reasoning was not very sound, and they were in no way inclined to be looked down upon. On the contrary, though they were all well disposed to treat him civilly, they showed no disposition to allow him to become very intimate with them.
Marshall, indeed, very soon let him know what he thought of him, but it took a great deal to make Master Julian in any way dissatisfied with himself, or any of his belongings, or anything that he had done. It appeared unfortunate for Digby that Julian Langley should have been sent to Mr Nugent's. Mr Langley finding at last that his son was getting into mischief at home, and hearing that his friend Heathcote had sent his boy to Mr Nugent, wrote to ask if he would take charge of him. Mr Nugent only knew that he was a friend of his brother-in-law, and without making any inquiries as to the character of the boy, at once agreed to receive him under his roof. One afternoon, a few days after Julian's arrival, Mr Nugent announced that he had engaged a vessel for the following morning, and that he hoped the long talked-of trawling expedition would at length take place. The weather was fine, the sea was smooth, and there appeared every prospect of their enjoying a pleasant day.
”I don't think that you have been much on the water, Julian,” said Digby. ”I wonder how you will like it.”
”Very much, as you all seem to do,” answered Julian, superciliously.
”You don't suppose that I should be afraid of the water?”
”Not afraid of it exactly; but it makes people who are not often on it feel very queer, I know,” observed Digby.
”It might such a fellow as you,” replied Julian, who never lost an opportunity of showing how superior he thought himself to Digby. ”I'll tell you what though, I should take very good care that it doesn't upset me. I'm above that sort of thing.”
Had Marshall, or Easton, or Power overheard him, how they would have laughed at the nonsense he was talking. All the evening Mr Nugent and Marshal were preparing the jars, and bottles, and boxes for preserving the specimens of marine zoology which they hoped to dredge up. The next morning proved as bright and beautiful as it had promised to be, and a very merry party embarked on board the Mermaid, a cutter of thirty tons, with a crew of six men besides Toby Tubb, who went as master. The fis.h.i.+ng ground selected for the day was about four miles off the mouth of the harbour, and they had a fair though a light breeze to take them there.
”It may at first appear strange that one spot of ground should be suitable for trawling and not another,” observed Mr Nugent, as they sailed away from the sh.o.r.e. ”There are several reasons for this. One is, that the flat fish which are to be caught feed only among certain weeds, to which their prey is attached, or among which they live; then, again, the trawl cannot be used over rough and rocky ground. Trawlers, therefore, generally drag their nets over smooth and shallow spots, where there is little chance of their being lost. They of course also prefer shallow places, where the net has not so far to descend. Besides the trawl-net, I am going to use a dredge, with which I hope to bring up sh.e.l.ls and various specimens of marine zoology, which might be spoilt in the net.”
Mr Nugent's dredge was a canvas bag, stretched on an oblong iron frame, with iron plates attached to it to serve as sc.r.a.pers. Drawn along the bottom, as he explained, sh.e.l.ls, and crabs, and other slow-moving animals were easily swept into it.
The trawl-net Digby examined with some curiosity. One end was stretched along a stout beam, with small but heavy iron triangles at each end.
Just above the beam is a long bag, into which whatever the beam stirs up is forced. Fish, when touched by the beam, dart into the net, thinking that it is the way out, and soon get entangled in its meshes. Ropes are attached to each end of the beam, and they serve also to keep the well part of the net stretched upwards, and at the same time leaning forwards. Toby showed him exactly how it would work when it got to the bottom.
Julian looked on with a supercilious air, as if such matters were entirely beneath his notice.
”You little think, young gentlemen, of the immense number of vessels engaged in this work. There are some firms which own from a hundred and fifty to two hundred vessels, all more than twice the size of this one.
Each vessel carries a hundred men, and they fish in fleets, from twenty to two hundred miles off the coast. Some go to the mouth of the Texel, and they remain out six weeks and two months together, fis.h.i.+ng every day. Vessels employed as carriers tiring them provisions, and ice in which to pack their fish and carry them away. Little do you think, when you are eating a piece of turbot, how far it has come, and what trouble it has cost to bring it to you in a fresh state.”
By this time they reached the trawling-ground, and the great beam and its net was cast overboard, and the two ropes which were fastened to it were secured, one to the fore part and one to the after part of the vessel. Her peak was lowered, as also was the throat. The tack was triced up, the foresail hauled down, and a small jib only set. Thus, under easy sail, she slowly dragged on her net.