Robert Michael Ballantyne - Over the Rocky Mountains: Wandering Will in the Land of the Redskin

R. M. Ballantyne

Over the Rocky Mountains: Wandering Will in the Land of the Redskin

Preface

Note: Plan of this Miscellany.

There is a vast amount of interesting information, on almost all subjects, which many people, especially the young, cannot attain to because of the expense, and, in some instances, the rarity of the books in which it is contained.

To place some of this information, in an attractive form, within the reach of those who cannot afford to purchase expensive books, is the principal object of this Miscellany.

Truth is stranger than fiction, but fiction is a valuable assistant in the development of truth. Both, therefore, shall be used in these volumes. Care will be taken to insure, as far as is possible, that the facts stated shall be true, and that the impressions given shall be truthful.

As all classes, in every age, have proved that tales and stories, are the most popular style of literature, each volume of the series (with, perhaps, one or two exceptions) will contain a complete tale, the heroes and actors in which, together with the combination of circumstances in which they move, shall be more or less fictitious.

In writing these volumes, the author has earnestly endeavoured to keep in view the glory of God and the good of man.

Chapter One

It was late on a winter evening when our hero, William Osten, arrived in England, in company with his two friends and former messmates, Bunco and Larry OHale.

When a youth returns to his native land, after a long absence which commenced with his running away to sea, he may perhaps experience some anxieties on nearing the old home; but our hero was not thus troubled, because, his father having died during his absence, and his mother having always been tender-hearted and forgiving, he felt sure of a warm reception.

Our hero was so anxious to see his mother, that he resolved to travel by the night-coach to his native town of B, leaving his companions to follow by the mail in the morning. Railways, although in use throughout the country, had not at that time cut their way to the town of B. Travellers who undertook to visit that part of the land did so with feelings somewhat akin to those of discoverers about to set out on a distant voyage. They laid in a stock of provisions for the journey, and provided great supply of wraps for all weathers. When Will Osten reached the coach-office, he found that all the inside places were taken.

Youll have to go aloft, sir, said the coachman, a stout and somewhat facetiously inclined individual, who, observing something of the sailor in Wills costume and gait, suited his language to his supposed character; theres only one berth left vacant, on the fogsl longside o myself.

Well, Ill take it, said Will.

Five minutes afterwards the guard shouted all right, and they set off.

Do you happen to know many of the people in the town of B? said Will to the coachman, as they emerged from the suburbs and dashed out upon a long tract of moorland.

Know many of em, sir, said the man, tipping the off-leader on the flank by way of keeping his hand in; I should ope I does; its two year, this very day, since I came to this ere part o the country, and Ive got married in B to a ooman as knows everythink and everybody, so, of course, I knows everythink and everybody, too.

Then you have heard of a Mrs Osten, no doubt, a widow lady? said Will.

Wot, the widder o that grumpy old genlman as died last year, leavin, they say, a big estate in furrin parts?

Will felt a tendency to seize the man by the throat, and tumble him off his box into the road, but on second thoughts he restrained himself and said

She is the widow of a gentleman with whom I was intimately acquainted. I did not know anything about his having estates abroad.

I axe your pardon, sir, said the man, a little abashed by Wills grave manner; didnt know they wos friends of yours. No offence, I ope. The old lady is raither low since her husbands deathfor it wos somewhat suddenan they do say shes never got over the runnin away of her only sonat least so my wife says, an she ought to know, for shes bin intimate with the family for many years, an knows the ooman as nussed the boy

What, Maryann? exclaimed Will.

The same. You seems to know em all, sir.

Yes, I know them well. Is Maryann still with mywith Mrs Osten?

Yes, sir, she is, an wots more, she aint likely to quit in a urry. Wy, sir, that ooman as ad no fewer than six hoffers of marriage, an as refused em all for love of the old lady. My wife, she says to me the other night, when she wos a-washin of the baby in the big bread canyou see, sir, the washin tubs gone and sprung a leak, an so were redoosed to the bread canWell, as I wos a-sayin, my wife says to meRichards, says she, its my belief that Marryhann will never marry, for her art an soul is set upon Mrs Osten, an shes got a strange feelin of sartinty that Master Will, as she calls the runaway boy, will come back to comfort is mother an look arter the furrin estates. No, Richards, mark my words, Maryhann will never marry.

It may be so, Jemimar, says I,Did you speak, sir? said the coachman, turning sharp round on hearing Will utter an exclamation of surprise.

Is your wifes name Jemima?

Yes, it is; dyou appen to know her, too?

Well, I think I do, if she is the same person who used to attend upon Mrs Ostena tall andthinand andsomewhat

Stiff sort of womanhout with it, sir, youll not urt my feelins. I didnt marry Jemimar for her beauty, no, nor yet for her money nor her youth, for she aint young, sirolder than myself a long way. I took her for her worth, sir, her sterlin qualities. You know, sir, as well as I do, that it aint the fattest an youngest osses as is the best. Jemimar is a trump, sir, without any nonsense about her. Her capacity for fryin am, sir, an bilin potatoes is marvellous, an the way she do dress up the baby (weve only got one, sir) is the hadmiration of the neighbourood.

You said something just now about the deceased Mr Ostens estate. Can you tell me how he came by it?

No, sir, I cant. Thats the only thing that my wife as failed to fathom. Theres somethink mysterious about it, I think, for Missis Hosten she wont speak to Marryhann on the subjec, an all she knows about it is that the lawyer says theres an estate somewheres in furrin parts as needs lookin arter. The lawyer didnt say that to Maryhann, sir, of course, but shes got a abit of hairin er ears at keyoles an overears things now an then.

Further conversation on this point was here stopped by the arrival of the coach at the end of a stage, and when the journey was resumed with fresh horses, Will felt inclined to sleep. He therefore buttoned up his coat tight to the chin, fixed his hat well down on his brows, and put himself into one of those numerous attitudes of torture with which outsides were wont to beguile the weary hours of night in coaching days. When the sun rose next morning, Will was still in that state of semi-somnolence which causes the expression of the countenance to become idiotic and the eyes owlish. At last the chimneys of his native town became visible, and in a short time he found himself standing before the well-remembered house tapping at the old door, whose panelsespecially near the footstill bore the deep marks of his own juvenile toes.