Jacob Faithful | Page 4

had, as always is the case,
greatly increased upon her, and her corpulence had increased in the
same ratio. She was now a most unwieldy, bloated mountain of flesh,
such a form as I have never since beheld, although, at the time, she did
not appear to me to be disgusting, accustomed to witness imperceptibly
her increase, and not seeing any other females, except at a distance. For
the last two years she had seldom quitted her bed--certainly she did not
crawl out of the cabin more than five minutes during the week-- indeed,
her obesity and habitual intoxication rendered her incapable. My father
went on shore for a quarter of an hour once a month, to purchase gin,
tobacco, red herrings, and decayed ship-biscuits;--the latter was my
principal fare, except when I could catch a fish over the sides, as we lay

at anchor. I was, therefore, a great water-drinker, not altogether from
choice, but from the salt nature of my food, and because my mother had
still sense enough left to discern that "Gin wasn't good for little boys."
But a great change had taken place in my father. I was now left almost
altogether in charge of the deck, my father seldom coming up except to
assist me in shooting the bridges, or when it required more than my
exertions to steer clear of the crowds of vessels which we encountered
when between them. In fact, as I grew more capable, my father became
more incapable, and passed most of his time in the cabin, assisting my
mother in emptying the great stone bottle. The woman had prevailed
upon the man, and now both were guilty in partaking of the forbidden
fruit of the Juniper Tree. Such was the state of affairs in our little
kingdom when the catastrophe occurred which I am now about to
relate.
One fine summer's evening we were floating up with the tide, deeply
laden with coals, to be delivered at the proprietor's wharf, some
distance above Putney Bridge; a strong breeze sprang up and checked
our progress, and we could not, as we expected, gain the wharf that
night. We were about a mile and a half above the bridge when the tide
turned against us, and we dropped our anchor. My father who,
expecting to arrive that evening, had very unwillingly remained sober,
waiting until the lighter had swung to the stream, and then saying to me,
"Remember, Jacob, we must be at the wharf early tomorrow morning,
so keep alive," went into the cabin to indulge in his potations, leaving
me in possession of the deck, and also of my supper, which I never ate
below, the little cabin being so unpleasantly close. Indeed, I took all my
meals al fresco, and, unless the nights were intensely cold, slept on
deck, in the capacious dog-kennel abaft, which had once been tenanted
by the large mastiff; but he had been dead some years, was thrown
overboard, and, in all probability, had been converted into savoury
sausages at 1 shilling per pound weight. Some time after his decease, I
had taken possession of his apartment and had performed his duty. I
had finished my supper, which was washed down with a considerable
portion of Thames water, for I always drank more when above the
bridges, having an idea that it tasted more pure and fresh. I had walked
forward and looked at the cable to see if all was right, and then, having

nothing more to do, I lay down on the deck, and indulged in the
profound speculations of a boy of eleven years old. I was watching the
stars above me, which twinkled faintly, and appeared to me ever and
anon to be extinguished and then relighted. I was wondering what they
could be made of, and how they came there, when of a sudden I was
interrupted in my reveries by a loud shriek, and perceived a strong
smell of something burning. The shrieks were renewed again and again,
and I had hardly time to get upon my legs when my father burst up
from the cabin, rushed over the side of the lighter, and disappeared
under the water. I caught a glimpse of his features as he passed me, and
observed fright and intoxication blended together. I ran to the side
where he had disappeared, but could see nothing but a few eddying
circles as the tide rushed quickly past. For a few seconds I remained
staggered and stupefied at his sudden disappearance and evident death,
but I was recalled to recollection by the smoke which encompassed me,
and the shrieks of my mother, which were now fainter and fainter, and I
hastened to her assistance.
A strong, empyreumatic, thick smoke ascended from the hatchway of
the cabin, and,