Fighting the Whales | Page 3

I'm away?" said I.
The sailor looked perplexed at the question.
"Ah, that's a puzzler," he replied, knocking the ashes out of his pipe.
"Will you take me to your mother's house, lad?"
"Willingly," said I, and, jumping up, I led the way. As we turned to go,
I observed that the old gentleman with the gold-headed cane was
leaning over the rail of the pier at a short distance from us. A feeling of
anger instantly rose within me, and I exclaimed, loud enough for him to
hear--
"I do believe that stingy old chap has been listening to every word
we've been saying!"
I thought I observed a frown on the sailor's brow as I said this, but he
made no remark, and in a few minutes we were walking rapidly
through the streets. My companion stopped at one of those stores so
common in seaport towns, where one can buy almost anything, from a
tallow candle to a brass cannon. Here he purchased a pound of tea, a
pound of sugar, a pound of butter, and a small loaf,--all of which he
thrust into the huge pockets of his coat. He had evidently no idea of
proportion or of household affairs. It was a simple, easy way of settling
the matter, to get a pound of everything.
In a short time we reached our house, a very old one, in a poor
neighbourhood, and entered my mother's room. She was sitting at the
table when we went in, with a large Bible before her, and a pair of
horn-spectacles on her nose. I could see that she had been out gathering
coals and cinders during my absence, for a good fire burned in the grate,
and the kettle was singing cheerily thereon.
"I've brought a friend to see you, mother," said I.

"Good-day, mistress," said the sailor bluntly, sitting down on a stool
near the fire. "You seem to be goin' to have your tea."
"I expect to have it soon," replied my mother.
"Indeed!" said I, in surprise. "Have you anything in the kettle?"
"Nothing but water, my son."
"Has anybody brought you anything, then, since I went out?"
"Nobody."
"Why, then, mistress," broke in the seaman, "how can you expect to
have your tea so soon?"
My mother took off her spectacles, looked calmly in the man's face,
laid her hand on the Bible, and said, "Because I have been a widow
woman these three years, and never once in all that time have I gone a
single day without a meal. When the usual hour came I put on my
kettle to boil, for this Word tells me that `the Lord will provide.' I
expect my tea to-night."
The sailor's face expressed puzzled astonishment at these words, and he
continued to regard my mother with a look of wonder as he drew forth
his supplies of food, and laid them on the table.
In a short time we were all enjoying a cup of tea, and talking about the
whale-fishery, and the difficulty of my going away while my mother
was dependent on me. At last the sailor rose to leave us. Taking a
five-pound note from his pocket, he laid it on the table and said--
"Mistress, this is all I have in the world, but I've got neither family nor
friends, and I'm bound for the South Seas in six days; so, if you'll take
it, you're welcome to it, and if your son Bob can manage to cast loose
from you without leaving you to sink, I'll take him aboard the ship that
I sail in. He'll always find me at the Bull and Griffin, in the High Street,
or at the end o' the pier."

While the sailor was speaking, I observed a figure standing in a dark
corner of the room near the door, and, on looking more closely, I found
that it was the old gentleman with the nose like his cane-knob. Seeing
that he was observed, he came forward and said--
"I trust that you will forgive my coming here without invitation; but I
happened to overhear part of the conversation between your son and
this seaman, and I am willing to help you over your little difficulty, if
you will allow me."
The old gentleman said this in a very quick, abrupt way, and looked as
if he were afraid his offer might be refused. He was much heated, with
climbing our long stair no doubt, and as he stood in the middle of the
room, puffing and wiping his bald head with a handkerchief, my
mother rose hastily and offered him a chair.
"You are very kind, sir," she said; "do sit down, sir. I'm sure I don't
know why you should take so much trouble. But,