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Because (as I said to myself) if there had been a hill to go up, that would be so different, and so easy ; but going down into a place like this, whence the only escape must be by steps, and where any flight must be along channels, that run in and out of graves and tombstones, I tried not to be afraid, yet could not altogether help it.
But lo, when I came to the north side of the tower, scarcely thinking what to look for, I found myself in the middle of a place which made me stop and wonder. Here were six little grassy tuffets, according to the length of children, all laid east and west, without any stint of room, harmoniously.
From the eldest to the youngest, one could almost tell the age at which their lowly stature stopped, and took its final measurement.
And in the middle was a larger grave to comfort and encourage them, as a hen lies down among her chicks, and waits for them to shelten Without a name to any of them, all these seven graves lay together, as in a fairy ring of rest, and kind compassion had prevented any stranger from coming to be buried there.
I would not sit on my mother's grave for fear of crushing the pretty grass, which some one tended carefully; but I stood at its foot, and bent my head, and counted all the little ones. Then I thought of my father in the grove of peaches, more than six thousand miles away, on the banks of the soft Blue River. And a sense of desolate sorrow, and of the blessing of death, overwhelmed me.
With such things in my mind, it took me long to come back to my work again. It even seemed a wicked thing, so near to all these proofs of God's great visitation over us, to walk about and say, “I will do this ;” or even to think, “I will try to do that." My own poor help lessness, and loss of living love to guide me, laid upon my heart a weight from which it scarcely cared to move. All was buried, all was done with, all had passed from out the world, and left no mark but graves behind. What good to stir anew such sadness, even if a poor weak thing like me could move its mystery?
Time, however, and my nurse Betsy, and Jacob Rigg the gardener, brought me back to a better state of mind, and renewed the right courage within me. But, first of all, Jacob Rigg aroused my terror and interest vividly. It may be remembered that this good man had been my father's gardener at the time of our great calamity, and almost alone of the Shoxford people had shown himself true and faithful. Not that the natives had turned against us, or been at all unfriendly; so far from this was the case, that every one felt for our troubles, and
pitied us, my father being of a cheerful and affable turn, until misery hardened him; but what I mean is, that only one or two had the courage to go against the popular conclusion, and the convictions of authority.
But Jacob was a very upright man, and had a strong liking for his master, who many and many a time—as he told me—had taken a spade and dug along with him, just as if he were a jobbing gardener born, instead of a fine young nobleman; "and nobody gifted with that turn of mind, likewise very clever in white-spine cowcumbers, could ever be relied upon to go and shoot his father.” Thus reasoned old Jacob, and he always had done so, and meant evermore to abide by it; and the graves which he had tended now for nigh a score of years, and meant to tend till he called for his own, were—as sure as he stood there in Shoxford churchyard a talking to me, who was the very image of my father, God bless me, though not of course so hig-like-the graves of slaughtered innocents, and a mother who was always an angel. And the parson might preach for ever to him about the resurrection, and the right coming uppermost when you got to heaven, but to his mind that was scarcely any count at all; and if you came to that, we ought to hang Jack Ketch, as might come to pass in the Revelations. But while a man had got his own bread to earn, till his honour would let him go to the workhouse, and his duty to the ratepayers, there was nothing that vexed him more than to be told any texts of Holy Scripture. Whatever God Almighty had put down there was meant for ancient people, the Jews being long the most ancient people, though none the more for that did he like them; and so it was mainly the ancient folk, who could not do a day's work worth eighteenpence, that could enter into Bible promises. Not that he was at all behindhand about interpretation, but as long as he could fetch and earn, at planting box and doing borders, two shillings and ninepence a day and his beer, be was not going to be on for kingdom-come,
I told him that I scarcely thought his view of our condition here would be approved by wise men who had found time to study the subject. But he answered that whatever their words might be, their doings showed that they knew what was the first thing to attend to. And if it ever happened him to come across a parson who was as full of heaven outside as he was inside his surplice, he would keep his garden in order for nothing better than his blessing.
I knew of no answer to be made to this. And indeed he seemed to be aware that his conversation was too deep for me; so he leaned upon his spade, and rubbed his long blue chin in the shadow of the churchtower, holding as he did the position of sexton, and preparing even now to dig a grave.
“I keeps them well away from you," he said, as he began to chop out a new oblong in the turf; "many a shilling have I been offered by mothers about their little ones, to put 'em inside of the holy ring,' as we calls this little cluster ; but not for five golden guineas would I do it, and have to face the Captain, dead or alive, about it. We heard that he was dead, because it was put in all the papers; and a pleasant place
I keeps for him, to come home alongside of his family. A nicer gravelly bit of ground there couldn't be in all the county; and if no chance of him occupying it, I can drive down a peg with your mark, Miss.”
“ Thank you,” I answered ; "you are certainly most kind; but, Mr. Rigg, I would rather wait a little. I have had a very troublesome life thus far, and nothing to bind me to it much; but still, I would rather not have my peg driven down just—just at present.”
“Ah! you be like all the young folk that think the tree for their coffins ain't come to the size of this spade-handle yet.
Lord bless you for not knowing what He hath in hand ! Now this one you see me a raising of the turf for stood as upright as you do, a fortnight back, and as good about the chest and shoulders, and three times the colour in her cheeks, and her eyes a'most as bright as yourn be. Not aristocratic, you must understand me, Miss, being only the miller's daughter, nor instructed to throw her voice the same as you do, which is better than gallery music; but setting these haxidents to one side, a farmer would have said she was more preferable, because more come-at-able, though not in my opinion to be compared-excuse me for making so free, Miss, but when it comes to death we has a kind of right to do it—and many a young farmer, coming to the mill, was disturbed in his heart about her, and far and wide she wos known, being proud, as the Beauty of the Moonshine, from the name of our little river. She used to call me 'Jacob Diggs,' because of my porochial office, with a meaning of a joke on my parenshal name. Ah, what a merry one she were ! And now this is what I has to do for her! And sooner would I 'a doed it aʼmost for my own old 'ooman!”
"Oh, Jacob!" I cried, being horrified at the way in which he tore up the ground, as if his wife were waiting; "the things you say are quite wrong,
for a man in your position. You are connected with this church almost as much as the clerk is."
“More, Miss, ten times more! He don't do nothing but lounge on the front of his desk, and be too lazy to keep up 'Amen, while I at my time of life go about, from Absolution to the fifth Lord's prayer, with a stick that makes my rheumatics worse, for the sake of the boys with their pocket full of nuts. When I was a boy there was no nuts, except at the proper time of year, a month or two on from this time of speaking ; and we used to crack they in the husk, and inake no noise to disturb the congregation; but now it is nuts, nuts, round nuts, flat nuts, nuts with three corners to them—all the year round nuts to crack, and me to find out who did it !"
“ But, Mr. Rigg,” I replied, as he stopped, looking hotter in mind than in body; "is it not Mrs. Rigg, your good wife, who sells all the nuts on a Saturday, for the boys to crack on a Sunday ?"
“My Missus do sell some, to be sure; yes, just a few. But not of a Saturday more than any other day."
" Then surely, Mr. Rigg, you might stop it, by not permitting any sale of nuts except to good boys of high principles. And has it not happened sometimes, Mr. Rigg, that boys have made marks on their nuts,
and bought them again at your shop on a Monday? I mean of course when your duty has compelled you to empty the pockets of a boy in church."
Now this was a particle of shamefully small gossip, picked up naturally by my Betsy, but pledged to go no further; and as soon as I had spoken, I became a little nervous, having it suddenly brought to my mind that I had promised not even to whisper it; and now I had told it to the man of all men ! But Jacob appeared to have been quite deaf, and diligently went on digging. And I said “good evening," for the grave was for the morrow; and he let me go nearly to the stile, before he stuck his spade into the ground, and followed.
“ Excoose of my making use," he said, “ of a kind of a personal reference, Miss; but you be that pat with your answers, it maketh me believe you must be sharp inside ; more than your father, the poor Captain, were, as all them little grass buttons argueth. Now, Miss, if I thought you had headpiece enough to keep good counsel and ensue it, maybe I could tell you a thing as would make your hair creep out of them coorous hitch-ups, and your heart a'most bust them there braids of fallallies.”
“Why, what in the world do you mean ?” I asked, being startled by the old man's voice and face.
“Nothing, Miss, nothing. I was only a joking. If you bain't come to no more discretion than that—to turn as white as the clerk's sinockfrock of a Easter Sunday—why, the more of a joke one has the better, to bring your purty colour back to you. Ah! Polly of the mill was the maid for colour; as good for the eyesight as a chaney rose in April. Well, well, I must get on with her grave; they're a coming to speak the good word over 'un, on sundown."
He might have known how this would vex and perplex me. I could not bear to hinder him in his work—as important as any to be done by man for man—and yet it was beyond my power to go home and leave him there, and wonder what it was that he had been so afraid to tell. So I quietly said, “ Then I will wish you a very good evening again, Mr. Rigg, as you are too busy to bo spoken with.” And I walked off a little way, having met with men who, having begun a thing, needs must have it out, and fully expecting him to call me back. But Jacob only touched his hat, and said, “A pleasant evening to you, Ma'am.”
Nothing could have made me feel more resolute than this did. I did not hesitate one moment in running back over the stile again, and demanding of Jacob Rigg that he should tell me whether he meant anything or nothing; for I was not to be played with, about important matters, like the boys in the church who were cracking nuts.
“ Lord ! Lord now !” he said, with his treddled heel scraping the shoulder of his shining spade; "the longer I live in this world, the fitter I grow to get into the ways of the Lord. His ways are past finding out, saith King David : but a man of war, from his youth upward, hath no chance such as a gardening man hath. What a many of them have I found out!”
“What has that got to do with it?" I cried. “ Just tell me what it was you were speaking of just now.".
“I was just a thinking when I looked at you, Miss,” he answered in the prime of leisure, and wiping his forehead from habit only, not because he wanted it, “how little us knows of the times, and seasons, and the generations of the sons of men. There you stand, Miss; and here stand I, as haven't seen your father for a score of years aʼmost; there comes out of your eyes into mine the very same look as the Captain used to send, when snakes in the grass had been telling lies about me coming late, or having my half-pint or so on. Not that the Captain was a hard man, Miss-far otherwise, and capable of allowance, more than any of the women be. But only the Lord, who doeth all things aright, could 'a made you come, with a score of years atween, and the twinkle in your eyes, like Selah !"
“You know what you mean, perhaps, but I do not," I answered quite gently, being troubled by his words, and the fear of having tried to hurry him; “but you should not say what you have said, Jacob Rigg, to me, your master's daughter, if you only meant to be joking. Is this the place to joke with me?"
I pointed to all that lay around me, where I could not plant a foot without stepping over my brothers or sisters; and the old man, callous as he might be, could not help feeling for a pinch of snuff. This he found in the right-hand pocket of his waistcoat, and took it very carefully, and made a little noise of comfort; and thus, being fully self-assured again, he stood with his feet far apart, and his head on one side, regarding me warily. And I took good care not to say another word.
“ You be young," he said at last; “and in these latter days, no wisdom is ordained in the mouths of babes and sucklings, nor always in the mouths of them as is themselves ordained. But
you keeping your chin up, Miss, as if you was gifted with a stiff tongue like wise. And whatever may hap, I has as good mind to tell 'e."
“That you are absolutely bound to do," I answered as forcibly as I could. “Duty to your former master, and to me his only child, and to yourself, and your Maker too, compel you, Jacob Rigg, to tell me everything you know."
“ Then, Miss," he answered, coming nearer to me, and speaking in a low, hoarse voice, “as sure as I stand here in God's churchyard, by all this murdered family, I knows the man who done it.”
He looked at me, with a trembling finger upon his hard-set lips, and the spade in his other hand quivered like a wind-vane; but I became as firm as the monument beside me, and my heart, instead of futtering, grew as steadfast as a glacier. Then for the first time I knew that God had not kept me living, when all the others died, without fitting me also for the work there was to do.
“ Come here to the corner of the tower, Miss," old Jacob went on, in his excitement catching hold of the sleeve of my black silk jacket;
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