the story of a bad boy-第22节
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ok the chowder； and； in my delirium； I laughed aloud and shouted to my comrades； now the sky darkened； and the squall struck the island： now I gave orders to Wallace how to manage the boat； and now I cried because the rain was pouring in on me through the holes in the tent。 Towards evening a high fever set in； and it was many days before my grandfather deemed it prudent to tell me that the Dolphin had been found； floating keel upwards； four miles southeast of Mackerel Reef。
Poor little Binny Wallace！ How strange it seemed； when I went to school again； to see that empty seat in the fifth row！ How gloomy the playground was； lacking the sunshine of his gentle； sensitive face！ One day a folded sheet slipped from my algebra； it was the last note he ever wrote me。 I couldn't read it for the tears。
What a pang shot across my heart the afternoon it was whispered through the town that a body had been washed ashore at Grave Point…the place where we bathed。 We bathed there no more！ How well I remember the funeral； and what a piteous sight it was afterwards to see his familiar name on a small headstone in the Old South Burying Ground！
Poor little Binny Wallace！ Always the same to me。 The rest of us have grown up into hard； worldly men； fighting the fight of life； but you are forever young； and gentle； and pure； a part of my own childhood that time cannot wither； always a little boy； always poor little Binny Wallace！
Chapter Fifteen
An Old Acquaintance Turns Up
A year had stolen by since the death of Binny Wallace…a year of which I have nothing important to record。
The loss of our little playmate threw a shadow over our young lives for many and many a month。 The Dolphin rose and fell with the tide at the foot of the slippery steps； unused； the rest of the summer。 At the close of November we hauled her sadly into the boat…house for the winter； but when spring came round we launched the Dolphin again； and often went down to the wharf and looked at her lying in the tangled eel…grass； without much inclination to take a row。 The associations connected with the boat were too painful as yet； but time； which wears the sharp edge from everything； softened this feeling； and one afternoon we brought out the cobwebbed oars。
The ice once broken； brief trips along the wharves…we seldom cared to go out into the river now…became one of our chief amusements。 Meanwhile Gypsy was not forgotten。 Every clear morning I was in the saddle before breakfast； and there are few roads or lanes within ten miles of Rivermouth that have not borne the print of her vagrant hoof。
I studied like a good fellow this quarter； carrying off a couple of first prizes。 The Captain expressed his gratification by presenting me with a new silver dollar。 If a dollar in his eyes was smaller than a cart…wheel； it wasn't so very much smaller。 I redeemed my pencil…case from the treasurer of the Centipedes； and felt that I was getting on in the world。
It was at this time I was greatly cast down by a letter from my father saying that he should be unable to visit Rivermouth until the following year。 With that letter came another to Captain Nutter； which he did not read aloud to the family； as usual。 It was on business； he said； folding it up in his wallet。 He received several of these business letters from time to time； and I noticed that they always made him silent and moody。
The fact is； my father's banking…house was not thriving。 The unlooked…for failure of a firm largely indebted to him had crippled 〃the house。〃 When the Captain imparted this information to me I didn't trouble myself over the matter。 I supposed…if I supposed anything…that all grown…up people had more or less money； when they wanted it。 Whether they inherited it； or whether government supplied them； was not clear to me。 A loose idea that my father had a private gold…mine somewhere or other relieved me of all uneasiness。
I was not far from right。 Every man has within himself a gold…mine whose riches are limited only by his own industry。 It is true； it sometimes happens that industry does not avail； if a man lacks that something which； for want of a better name； we call Luck。 My father was a person of untiring energy and ability； but he had no luck。 To use a Rivermouth saying； he was always catching sculpins when everyone else with the same bait was catching mackerel。
It was more than two years since I had seen my parents。 I felt that I could not bear a longer separation。 Every letter from New Orleans…we got two or three a month…gave me a fit of homesickness； and when it was definitely settled that my father and mother were to remain in the South another twelvemonth； I resolved to go to them。
Since Binny Wallace's death； Pepper Whitcomb had been my fidus Achates； we occupied desks near each other at school； and were always together in play hours。 We rigged a twine telegraph from his garret window to the scuttle of the Nutter House； and sent messages to each other in a match…box。 We shared our pocket…money and our secrets…those amazing secrets which boys have。 We met in lonely places by stealth； and parted like conspirators； we couldn't buy a jackknife or build a kite without throwing an air of mystery and guilt over the transaction。
I naturally hastened to lay my New Orleans project before Pepper Whitcomb； having dragged him for that purpose to a secluded spot in the dark pine woods outside the town。 Pepper listened to me with a gravity which he will not be able to surpass when he becomes Chief Justice； and strongly advised me to go。
〃The summer vacation；〃 said Pepper； 〃lasts six weeks； that will give you a fortnight to spend in New Orleans； allowing two weeks each way for the journey。〃
I wrung his hand and begged him to accompany me； offering to defray all the expenses。 I wasn't anything if I wasn't princely in those days。 After considerable urging； he consented to go on terms so liberal。 The whole thing was arranged； there was nothing to do now but to advise Captain Nutter of my plan； which I did the next day。
The possibility that he might oppose the tour never entered my head。 I was therefore totally unprepared for the vigorous negative which met my proposal。 I was deeply mortified； moreover； for there was Pepper Whitcomb on the wharf； at the foot of the street； waiting for me to come and let him know what day we were to start。
〃Go to New Orleans？ Go to Jericho I〃 exclaimed Captain Nutter。 〃You'd look pretty； you two； philandering off； like the babes in the wood； twenty…five hundred miles； 'with all the world before…you where to choose！'〃
And the Captain's features； which had worn an indignant air as he began the sentence； relaxed into a broad smile。 Whether it was at the felicity of his own quotation； or at the mental picture he drew of Pepper and myself on our travels
I couldn't tell； and I didn't care。 I was heart…broken。 How could I face my chum after all the dazzling inducements I had held out to him？
My grandfather； seeing that I took the matter seriously； pointed out the difficulties of such a journey and the great expense involved。 He entered into the details of my father's money troubles； and succeeded in making it plain to me that my wishes； under the circumstances； were somewhat unreasonable。 It was in no cheerful mood that I joined Pepper at the end of the wharf。
I found that young gentleman leaning against the bulkhead gazing intently towards the islands in the harbor。 He had formed a telescope of his hands； and was so occupied with his observations as to be oblivious of my approach。
〃Hullo！〃 cried Pepper； dropping his hands。 〃Look there！ Isn't that a bark coming up the Narrows？〃
〃Where？〃
〃Just at the left of Fishcrate Island。 Don't you see the foremast peeping above the old derrick？〃
Sure enough it was a vessel of considerable size； slowly beating up to town。 In a few moments more the other two masts were visible above the green hillocks。
〃Fore…topmasts blown away；〃 said Pepper。 〃Putting in for repairs； I guess。〃
As the bark lazily crept from behind the last of the islands； she let go her anchors and swung round with the tide。 Then the gleeful chant of the sailors at the capstan came to us pleasantly across the water。 The vessel lay within three quarters of a mile of us； and we could plainly see the men at the davits lowering the starboard long…boat。 It no sooner touched the stream than a dozen of the crew scrambled like mice over the side of the merchantman。
In a neglected seaport like Rivermouth the arrival of a large ship is an event of moment。 The prospect of having twenty or thirty jolly tars let loose on the peaceful town excites divers emotions among the inhabitants。 The small shopkeepers along the wharves anticipate a thriving trade； the proprietors of the two rival boarding…houses…the 〃Wee Drop〃 and the 〃Mariner's Home〃…hasten down to the landing to secure lodgers； and the female population of Anchor Lane turn out to a woman； for a ship fresh from sea is always full of possible husbands and long…lost prodigal sons。
But aside from this there is scant welcome given to a ship's crew in Rivermouth。 The toil…worn mariner is a sad fellow ashore； judging him by a severe moral standard。
Once； I remember； a Uni
