Part 11 (1/2)
I still continued to beseech the constables to release ”poor John,” but when near a place known as the Fish Cross one of the twain suddenly gave back and rushed upon me. I drew my sword, and kept him at bay for a few seconds, until a butcher came to his a.s.sistance. The butcher stole up behind me and robbed me of my sword. Now I was almost ”taken,” but no!
not just yet. Seeing an opening in the large crowd which had gathered I darted through it and down the street into a yard where I knew there was a blacksmith's shop kept by Louis Gordon. I managed to get into the shop, but my pursuers were almost at my heels. I was overpowered and very soon the ”bangles” were on my wrists. I was marched to the Town Hall, followed by a vast and inquiring crowd. One of the milk girls from the barracks wanted to know whatever I had been doing, and I told her that I had been making love too freely with John Barleycorn. Arrived at the Town Hall, I saw Delaney. We were both locked up for the night, and next morning were brought
BEFORE THE LORD PROVOST
The captain of the regiment in full-dress uniform was present in court, occupying a seat beside the magistrate. My case was called on first.
After the two policemen and certain civilians had had their say, a doctor, whose name, I think, was Montgomery, stepped into the witness-box and spoke in my favour. The captain also gave me a good character; he said this was my first offence, and Delaney was the cause of it. In p.r.o.nouncing judgement the Lord Provost said that as my captain had spoken so well of me he would ”give me the benefit of the doubt,” although an offence of attempting to rescue a prisoner from the hands of the police was a very serious one indeed. Under the circ.u.mstances, he would fine me 40s and costs, or ”saxty days to the talbooth.” The charges against poor Delaney were those of doing wilful damage to property, being drunk and disorderly, and, to some extent, causing a riot. John had no defence, and no one to speak a good word for him; indeed, his captain-who was a fellow-countryman, an Irishman-gave him a bad name. The upshot was that Delaney was ordered to pay 40s and costs and to make good the damage to the window, or to go to the talbooth for six months. My fine was paid by subscription among the No. 7 Company, to which I belonged, and I obtained my almost immediate release. The amount in Delaney's case was much larger than mine, and it was not until John had suffered a fortnight's incarceration that his Company (No. 4) succeeded in getting him released.
I myself took the ransom to Governor McPherson, who returned me 16s out of a 5 note. Poor John looked well-nigh dead after his sojourn in the police cell, and as soon as we got out of the gaol we made for an eating-house, where I let him have a good meal. We then went back to barracks.
CHAPTER XII
REDUCED TO THE RANKS
In the meantime I had been tried by Court-martial, and reduced to the ranks. Sergeant Delaney, on entering the barracks, was put under arrest.
He, too, had to undergo a second trial, and he, like myself, was relieved of his sergeantcy and put back to a private's position. To me, however, this was no very great trouble, though to a certain extent it was a mark of disgrace. Dame Fortune soon began to smile upon me. I found a good friend in Captain Clifford Lloyd, the musketry instructor to the regiment. One fine morning, shortly after I was reduced to the ranks, and while I was engaged in preparing myself to mount guard, the Captain pa.s.sed my room. ”Ah!” says he, ”you're brus.h.i.+ng up, I see.” ”Yes, sir,” I answered; ”I'm going to mount guard. This is the first time I have mounted guard since I was reduced to a private.” ”Ah! well,” said Captain Clifford Lloyd, ”you see what a fool you have been to get intoxicated.
But I always said that any man can have a breakdown in his lifetime; and if ever you have another chance you will mind it?” ”Yes, sir; I think I shall,” replied I. The Captain then walked away, but he had not gone many paces when he returned and said to me, ”I'll tell you what I'll do. One of my attendants, Johnson, wants a six weeks' furlough to see his parents in Nottingham. I will let you have his place during his absence if you will take it. You will not have to wait at the mess, but to accompany me at the targets-fit up the targets, paint them, signal, and see that all is right for shooting.” ”Thank you, sir,” said I, from a heart full of thanks; ”I shall be ready when called upon, sir.” The Captain then went away, and I proceeded to complete my equipment for going on guard. I was on the first post of the barrack guard. I had not been walking sentry ”go” for many minutes ere a relief man came to take my place, telling me that I was wanted by Captain Lloyd. I promptly repaired to the Captain's quarters, and Captain Lloyd told me that he had given Johnson permission to take his leave on the next day. ”Go,” said he to me, ”and tell the sergeant to strike you off the mess, as you are now my fatigue man for two months at least.” I followed out the instructions. My new duties were very agreeable in one sense, for while being engaged only three days per week (that being as much as the regiment could put in at ball-firing practice) I had full pay. The next morning we went to business. I hoisted the danger flags to keep trespa.s.sers away from the range, and, with help from another man, I got the targets in working order. The range was on the seaward side of Ayr, and the targets had always to be removed before the tide came in. I used to take my paint cans (the paint was used to ”face” the targets), danger flags, &c., at night to a fisherman's hut at the mouth of the river Doon. The fisherman and his ”guid leddy” were a very hospitable couple, and before I completed my visits to their dwelling, I got on very friendly terms with the family. To please the children I gave them coppers occasionally; of a penny the children thought about as much as a child in Keighley thinks of a s.h.i.+lling. Then I made ”bargains” with the wife, exchanging money for ”pulls” of brandy and ”plugs” of tobacco. Her husband, it would seem, when he met with foreign vessels out at sea, would exchange with them fresh-water fish for brandy, tobacco, &c., so that the family had generally a good stock of these commodities on hand. In my new sphere of duty I had plenty of time hanging on my hands, quite ample to enable me to cultivate my muse. One of the pieces which I wrote was my verses commencing:-
In a pleasant little valley, Near the ancient town of Ayr, Where the laddies they are honest, And the la.s.sies they are fair; Where the Doon in all her splendour Ripples sweetly thro' the wood, And on her banks not long ago A little cottage stood.
'Twas there in all her splendour, On a January morn, Appeared old Colia's genius,- When Robert Burns was born.
BREAKING A FIERY HORSE
With the exception of one rather vivid experience, my career as attendant at the targets was devoid of any particular incident. One afternoon, when I had just finished my preparations for the shooting, Captain Clifford Lloyd came up to me leading an iron-grey horse. ”Come here,” says he, ”and mount this steed; and take her a mile or two down the beach.” The horse, it appeared, had just come to hand from Bohemia, and was of a very fiery disposition. The captain said she had not received her baptism of fire. I did according to orders, and took the fiery steed along the coast. She proved a very ”wicked” animal, and a few yards prancing and capering made me heartily wish that I was safely on _terra firma_.
Suddenly a volley was fired, and as suddenly the horse gave such a lurch that I was within an ace of being pitched where I wanted to get-though not quite so precipitately. Volley after volley was fired, and I lost all command over the snorting steed, which was flitting along at the rate of so many miles an hour. Had it not been for a heavy guard-cloak which I was wearing, and which by wrapping itself about the horse's body a.s.sisted me to keep my seat, I should most certainly have been pitched to the ground. In my anxious moments I seriously thought of John Gilpin, and compared his famous ride to my own:-
Away went Gilpin, neck or nought; Away went hat and wig; He little thought when he set out Of running such a rig.
”Circ.u.mstances alter cases” we are told, and I compared my experience to that of John Gilpin in the following lines:-
Away went Hoylus, neck or nought, In spite of wind or tide; He little thought, when he set out, Of having such a ride.
He held the reigns so tight and fast As ne'er were held before; He took an oath-if he got down He'd never mount once more.
His cloak was like a parachute; It kept him on his steed.
For ne'er a horse from here to Hull Ere ran with such a speed.
He cursed aloud the unlucky star That tempted him to roam; And wished the de'il had got his horse, And he were safe at home.
The horse wheeled, and gradually made towards the starting-point. As I drew within sight of the captain, he evidently comprehended my dangerous position, and came to my aid, shouting as he ran along, ”Hold on; halt, if you can.” But I could not halt, and it took me all my time to hold on.