And then, again, for the liquid duct, the softer and more sensitive, the one that is never out of season, but perennially clearhere we have advantage of the gentle time that mellows thirst. The long ride of the summer sun makes men who are in feeling with him, and like him go up and down, not forego the moral of his labor, which is work and rest. Work all day, and light the rounded land with fruit and nurture, and rest at evening, looking through bright fluid, as the sun goes down.
But times there are when sun and man, by stress of work, or clouds, or light, or it may be some Process of the Equinox, make draughts upon the untilted day, and solace themselves in the morning. For lack of dew the sun draws lengthy sucks of cloud quite early, and men who have labored far and dry, and scattered the rime of the night with dust, find themselves ready about 8 A.M. for the golden encouragement of gentle ale.
The farm-house had an old porch of stone, with a bench of stone on either side, and pointed windows trying to look out under brows of ivy; and this porch led into the long low hall, where the breakfast was beginning. To say what was on the table would be only waste of time, because it has all been eaten so long ago; but the farmer was vexed because there were no shrimps. Not that he cared half the clip of a whisker for all the shrimps that ever bearded the sea, only that he liked to seem to love them, to keep Mary at work for him. The flower of his flock, and of all the flocks of the world of the universe to his mind, was his darling daughter Mary: the strength of his love was upon her, and he liked to eat any thing of her cooking.
His body was too firm to fidget; but his mind was out of its usual comfort, because the pride of his heart, his Mary, seemed to be hiding something from him. And with the justice to be expected from far clearer minds than his, being vexed by one, he was ripe for the relief of snapping at fifty others. Mary, who could read him, as a sailor reads his compass, by the corner of one eye, awaited with good content the usual resultan outbreak of words upon the indolent Willie, whenever that young farmer should come down to breakfast, then a comforting glance from the mother at her William, followed by a plate kept hot for him, and then a fine shake of the masters shoulders, and a stamp of departure for business. But instead of that, what came to pass was this.
In the first place, a mighty bark of dogs arose; as needs must be, when a man does his duty toward the nobler animals; for sure it is that the dogs will not fail of their part. Then an inferior noise of men, crying, Good dog! good dog! and other fulsome flatteries, in the hope of avoiding any tooth-mark on their legs; and after that a shaking down and settlement of sounds, as if feet were brought into good order, and stopped. Then a tall man, with a body full of corners, and a face of grim temper, stood in the doorway.
Well, well, captain, now! cried Stephen Anerley, getting up after waiting to be spoken to, the breath of us all is hard to get, with doing of our duty, Sir. Come ye in, and sit doon to table, and his Majestys forces along o ye.
Cadman, Ellis, and Dick, be damned! the lieutenant shouted out to them; you shall have all the victuals you want, by-and-by. Cross legs, and get your winds up. Captain of the coast-defense, I am under your orders, in your own house. Carroway was starving, as only a man with long and active jaws can starve; and now the appearance of the farmers mouth, half full of a kindly relish, made the emptiness of his own more bitter. But happen what might, he resolved, as usual, to enforce strict discipline, to feed himself first, and his men in proper order.
Walk in gentlemen, all walk in, Master Anerley shouted, as if all men were alike, and coming to the door with a hospitable stride; glad to see all of ye, upon my soul I am. Yeve hit upon the right time for coming, too; though there might a been more upon the table. Mary, run, thats a dear, and fetch your grandfathers big Sabbath carver. Them peaky little clams amost puts out all my shoulder-blades, and wunna bite through a twine of gristle. Plates for all the gentlemen, Winnie lass! Bill, go and drah the black jarge full o yell.
The farmer knew well enough that Willie was not down yet; but this was his manner of letting people see that he did not approve of such hours.
My poor lad Willie, said the mistress of the house, returning with a courtesy the brave lieutenants scrape, I fear he hath the rheum again, overheating of himself after sungate.
Ay, ay, I forgot. He hath to heat himself in bed again, with the sun upon his coverlid. Mary lof, how many hours was ye up?
Your daughter, Sir, answered the lieutenant, with a glance at the maiden over the opal gleam of froth, which she had headed up for himyour daughter has been down the Dike before the sun was, and doing of her duty by the king and by his revenue. Mistress Anerley, your good health! Master Anerley, the like to you, and your daughter, and all of your good household. Before they had finished their thanks for this honor, the quart pot was set down empty. A very pretty brew, Sira pretty brew indeed! Fall back, men! Have heed of discipline. A chalked line is what they want, Sir. Mistress Anerley, your good health again. The air is now thirsty in the mornings. If those fellows could be given a bench against the walla bench against the wall is what they feel for with their legs. It comes so natural to theiryes, yes, their legs, and the crook of their heels, maam, from what they were brought up to sit upon. And if you have any beer brewed for washing days, maam, that is what they like, and the right thing for their bellies. Cadman, Ellis, and Dick Hackerbody, sit down and be thankful.
But surely, Captain Carroway, you would never be happy to sit down without them. Look at their small-clothes, the dust and the dirt! And their mouths show what you might make of them.
Yes, madam, yes; the very worst of them is that. They are always looking out, here, there, and every where, for victuals everlasting. Let them wait their proper time, and then they do it properly.
Their proper time is now, Sir. Winnie, fill their horns up. Mary, wait you upon the officer. Captain Carroway, I will not have any body starve in my house.
Madam, you are the lawgiver in your own house. Men of the coast-guard, fall to upon your victuals.
The lieutenant frowned horribly at his men, as much as to say, Take no advantage, but show your best manners; and they touched their forelocks with a pleasant grin, and began to feed rapidly; and verily their wives would have said that it was high time for them. Feeding, as a duty, was the order of the day, and discipline had no rank left. Good things appeared and disappeared, with the speedy doom of all excellence. Mary, and Winnie the maid, flitted in and out like carrier-pigeons.
Now when the situation comes to this, said the farmer at last, being heartily pleased with the style of their feeding and laughing, his Majesty hath made an officer of me, though void of his own writing. Mounted Fencibles, Filey Briggers, called in the foreign parts Brigadiers. Not that I stand upon sermonry about it, except in the matter of his Majestys health, as never is due without ardent spirits. But my wife hath a right to her own way, and never yet I knowed her go away from it.
Not so, by any means, the mistress said, and said it so quietly that some believed her; I never was so much for that. Captain, you are a married man. But reason is reason, in the middle of us all, and what else should I say to my husband? Mary lass, Mary lof, wherever is your duty? The captain hath the best pot empty!