Part 21 (2/2)
Finding myself refreshed by the bottled porter, I repeated the dose several times, and the remedy continuing to prove efficacious, without giving the thing a thought, I drank more deeply than was my wont, and was a good deal surprised, when I rose to accompany the others, to discover that my legs were slightly unsteady, and my head not so clear as usual. Still I had been far from approving the proceedings of my companions, and had any one told me, when I entered the tower, that I was going to ring all the good people of Hillingford out of their beds in a fright, I should indignantly have repelled the accusation. Now, however, owing to the way in which Coleman had requested my a.s.sistance, it appeared to my bewildered senses that I should be meanly deserting my friends the moment they had got into difficulties, if I were to refuse; but when he used the word ”shabby,” it settled the business, and, seizing a rope with my uninjured hand, I began pulling away vigorously.
-132--”Now, then, you wretched old beggar,” shouted Lawless, ”don't stand there winking and blinking like an owl; pull away like bricks, or I'll break your neck for you; go to work, I say!” and the miserable s.e.xton, with a mute gesture of despair, resuming his occupation, a peal of four bells was soon ringing bravely out over hill and dale, and making ”night horrible” to the startled inhabitants of Hillingford.
After the lapse of a few minutes a distant shout was heard; then a confused noise of people running and calling to each other in the streets reached our ears; and lastly the sound of several persons rapidly approaching the bell-tower became audible.
”We're in for a scrimmage now, I expect,” said Lawless, leisurely turning up his sleeves.
”Not a bit of it,” replied Freddy; ”only leave it to me, and you'll see. All you fellows have got to do is to hold your tongues, and keep on ringing away till your arms ache; trust me to manage the thing all right. Lawless, keep your eye on ancient Methuselah there, and if he offers to say a word just knock him head over heels by accident, will you?”
”Aye, aye, sir,” replied Lawless, shaking his fists significantly at the s.e.xton.
At this moment a short fat man with a very red face (who we afterwards learned was no less a person than the mayor of Hillingford in his public, and a mighty tallow-chandler in his private, capacity) appeared, attired in a night-cap and greatcoat, and bearing the rest of his wardrobe under his arm, followed by several of the townspeople, all in a singular state of undress, and with the liveliest alarm depicted on their countenances. The worthy mayor was so much out of breath by his unwonted exertions that some seconds elapsed before he could utter a word, and in the meantime we continued ringing as though our lives depended upon it. At length he contrived to gasp out a hurried inquiry (hardly audible amidst the clanging of the bells) as to what was the matter. To this Coleman replied by pointing with one hand to a kind of loop-hole, of which there were several for the purpose of supplying light and air to the interior of the tower, while with the other hand he continued ringing away more l.u.s.tily than before.
”Bless my soul!” exclaimed the mayor, raising himself on tiptoe, and stretching his short neck in a vain endeavour to peep through the loop-hole, ”it must be a fire in West Street!”
-133--Two or three of the by-standers immediately rushed into the street, calling out, ”A fire in West Street! send for the engines”.
At this moment Freddy caught the eye of a tall, gaunt-looking man in a top-boot and plush breeches, but without coat or waistcoat, and wearing a gold-laced c.o.c.ked hat on his head, hind part before, from beneath which peeped out a white cotton night-cap. Having succeeded in attracting the attention of this worthy, who in his proper person supported the dignity of parish beadle, Coleman repeated the same stratagem he had so successfully practised upon the mayor, save that in this instance he pointed to a loop-hole in a completely opposite direction to the one he had indicated previously. The beadle immediately ran out, muttering ere he did so, ”I was certain sure as they was all wrong”.--In another minute we heard him shouting, ”It's in Middle Street, I tell you, there's a fire in Middle Street!”
[Ill.u.s.tration: page133 Freddy Mystifies the Beadle]
Coleman now turned to the mayor, who, having somewhat recovered his breath, was evidently preparing to question the s.e.xton as to the particulars of the affair, and exclaimed in a tone of deep feeling, ”I am surprised to see a person of your high station standing idle at a moment like this! take a rope, sir, and lend a hand to a.s.sist us, if you be a man”.
”To be sure, to be sure,” was the reply, ”anything for the good of the town,” and, grasping an unoccupied rope, he began pulling away with all his might.
The hubbub and confusion now became something unparalleled--people without number kept running in and out of the tower, giving and receiving all kinds of contradictory orders; volunteers had been found to a.s.sist us, and the whole peal of eight bells was clas.h.i.+ng and clanging away above the tumult, and spreading the alarm farther and wider; men on horseback were arriving from the country eager to render a.s.sistance; women were screaming, dogs barking, children crying; and, to crown the whole, a violent and angry debate was being carried on by the more influential members of the crowd as to the quarter in which the supposed conflagration was raging--one party loudly declaring it was in Middle Street, while the other as vehemently protested it was in West Street.
The confusion had apparently attained its highest pitch, and the noise was perfectly deafening, when suddenly a shout was raised, ”The engines!
clear the way for the engines!” and in another moment the scampering of the -134--crowd in all directions, the sound of horses' feet galloping, and the rattle of wheels, announced their approach. While all this was going on Coleman had contrived silently and unperceived to subst.i.tute two of the by-standers in my place and his own, so that Lawless was the only one of our party actually engaged in ringing. Seizing the moment, therefore, when the shout of ”The engines!” had attracted the attention of the loiterers, he touched him on the shoulder, saying, ”Now's our time, come along,” and, joining a party who were going out, we reached the door of the bell-tower un.o.bserved.
The scene which presented itself to our view as we gained the open street would require the pencil of a Wilkie, or the pen of a d.i.c.kens, to describe. The street widened in front of the bell-tower, so as to make a kind of square. In the centre of the s.p.a.ce thus formed stood the fire-engine drawn by four post-horses, the post-boys sitting erect in their saddles, ready to dash forward the moment the firemen (who in their green coats faced with red, and s.h.i.+ning leather helmets, imparted a somewhat military character to the scene) should succeed in ascertaining the place at which their a.s.sistance was required. The crowd, which had opened to admit the pa.s.sage of the engine, immediately closed round it again in an apparently impenetrable phalanx, the individual members of which afforded as singular a variety of costume as can well be imagined, extending from the simple s.h.i.+rt of propriety to the decorated uniforms of the fire-brigade. As every one who had an opinion to give was bawling it out at the very top of his voice, whilst those who had none contented themselves by shouting vague sentences devoid of particular meaning of any kind, the noise and tumult were such as beggared description. There was one short, stout, red-faced little fellow (for I succeeded in catching sight of him at last) with a mouth of such fearful dimensions that when it was open the upper half of his head appeared a mere lid, whose intellects being still partially under the dominion of sleep, evidently imagined himself at the Election, which had taken place a short time previously, and continued strenuously vociferating the name of his favourite candidate, though the cry of ”Judkins for ever!” did not tend greatly to elucidate matters. Suddenly, and at the very height of the confusion, the bells ceased ringing, and for a moment, as if influenced by some supernatural power, the crowd to a man became silent.
The transition from the Babel of sounds I have been -135--describing to such perfect tranquillity was most striking, and impressed one with an involuntary feeling of awe. I was aroused by Coleman, who whispered in an undertone, ”The s.e.xton has peached, depend upon it, and the sooner we're off the better”.
”Yes, and I'll go in style too; so good-bye, and take care of yourselves,” exclaimed Lawless, and, springing forward, before any one was aware of his intention, he forced his way through the crowd, overturning sundry members thereof in his progress, until he reached the fire-engine, upon which he seated himself with a bound, shouting as he did so: ”Forward, forward! do you want the place to be burnt to the ground? I'll show you the way; give 'em the spur; faster, faster, straight on till I tell you to turn--faster, I say!”
[Ill.u.s.tration: page135 Eloping with the Fire-Engine]
The appearance of authority, coupled with energy and decision, will usually control a crowd. The firemen, completely taken in by Lawless's manner, reiterated his orders; the post-boys applied both whip and spur vigorously--the horses dashed forward, and, amidst the enthusiastic cheering of the mob, the engine disappeared like a flash of lightning.
”Well, I give the Honourable George credit for that,” exclaimed Coleman, as soon as we had a little recovered from our surprise at Lawless's elopement with the fire-engine; ”it was a good idea, and he worked it out most artistically; the air with which he waved his hat to cheer them forward was quite melodramatic. I've seen the thing not half so well done by several of the greatest generals who ever lived--gallant commanders, whom their men would have followed through any amount of the reddest possible fire during the whole of Astley's campaigns, that is, if the commissariat department (consisting of the pot-boy stationed at the side-scenes with the porter) did its duty efficiently.”
”Freddy, they're beginning to come out from the bell-tower,” interrupted I; ”we shall be called upon to answer for our misdeeds if we stay much longer; see, that long man in the c.o.c.ked hat is coming towards us.”
”So he is,” returned Coleman; ”it strikes me they've found us out; follow me, and try and look as if it wasn't you as much as possible, will you?” So saying, he began to make his way out of the crowd unperceived, an example I hastened to follow; but we were not destined to effect our purpose quite so easily. The point Coleman wished to gain was an arched gateway leading into a stable-yard, from which he hoped, by a foot-path with which he was acquainted, across some fields, to reach -136--without molestation the inn where I was to sleep. But, in order to effect this, we were obliged to pa.s.s the door of the bell-tower, from which several people, who appeared angry and excited, were now issuing. The foremost of those, the c.o.c.k-hatted official before mentioned, made his way up to us, exclaiming as he did so:--
”Here, you young gen'lmen, just you stop a bit, will yer? His Wusshup, the mayor, seems to begin to think as somebody's been a making a fool of him.”
”A very natural idea,” returned Coleman; ”I only wonder it never occurred to him before; as far as my limited acquaintance with him will allow me to judge, the endeavour appears to have been perfectly successful. I wish you a very good-morning.”
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