Rivers of Ice | Page 6

to a pause over an illegible word, on which
occasions her visitor helped her to the word without looking at the
letter. This circumstance struck her at last as somewhat singular, for she
looked up suddenly, and said, "You appear, sir, to be familiar with the
contents of my letter."
"That's true, ma'am," replied Captain Wopper, who had been regarding
the old woman with a benignant smile; "Willum read it to me before I
left, a-purpose to enable me to translate the ill-made pot-hooks and
hangers, because, d'ee see, we were more used to handlin' the pick and
shovel out there than the pen, an' Willum used to say he never was

much of a dab at a letter. He never wrote you very long ones, ma'am, I
believe?"
Mrs Roby looked at the fire pensively, and said, in a low voice, as if to
herself rather than her visitor, "No, they were not long--never very
long--but always kind and sweet to me--very sweet--ay, ay, it's a long,
long time now, a long time, since he came to me here and asked for a
night's lodging."
"Did you give it him, ma'am?" asked the captain. "Give it him!"
exclaimed Mrs Roby, with sudden energy, "of course I did. The poor
boy was nigh starving. How could I refuse him? It is true I had not
much to give, for the family I was with as nuss had failed and left me in
great distress, through my savings bein' in their hands; and that's what
brought me to this little room long, long ago--ay, ay. But no blame to
the family, sir, no blame at all. They couldn't help failin', an' the young
ones, when they grew up, did not forget their old nuss, though they ain't
rich, far from it; and it's what they give me that enables me to pay my
rent and stay on here--God bless 'em."
She looked affectionately at the daguerreotypes which hung, in the
midst of the sheen and glory of pot-lids, beads, and looking-glasses,
above the chimney-piece.
"You gave him, meanin' Willum, nothing else, I suppose?" asked the
captain, with a knowing look; "such, for instance, as a noo suit of
clothes, because of his bein' so uncommon ragged that he looked as if
he had bin captured in a clumsy sort of net that it would not have been
difficult to break through and escape from naked; also a few shillin's,
bein' your last, to pay his way down to Gravesend, where the ship was
lyin', that you had, through interest with the owners, got him a berth
aboard?"
"Ah!" returned Mrs Roby, shaking her head and smiling gently, "I see
that William has told you all about it."
"He has, ma'am," replied Captain Wopper, with a decisive nod. "You
see, out in the gold-fields of Californy, we had long nights together in

our tent, with nothin' to do but smoke our pipes, eat our grub, and spin
yarns, for we had no books nor papers, nothin' to read except a noo
Testament, and we wouldn't have had even that, ma'am, but for yourself.
It was the Testament you gave to Willum at partin', an' very fond of it
he was, bein' your gift. You see, at the time we went to Californy, there
warn't many of us as cared for the Word of God. Most of us was
idolaters that had run away from home, our chief gods--for we had
many of 'em--bein' named Adventure, Excitement and Gold; though
there was some noble exceptions, too. But, as I was saying, we had so
much time on our hands that we recalled all our past adventures
together over and over again, and, you may be sure, ma'am, that your
name and kindness was not forgotten. There was another name,"
continued Captain Wopper, drawing his chair nearer the fire, crossing
his legs and stroking his beard as he looked up at the dingy ceiling,
"that Willum often thought about and spoke of. It was the name of a
gentleman, a clerk in the Customs, I believe, who saved his life one day
when he fell into the river just below the bridge."
"Mr Lawrence," said the old woman, promptly.
"Ah! Mr Lawrence; yes, that's the name," continued the Captain.
"Willum was very grateful to him, and bid me try to find him out and
tell him so. Is he alive?"
"Dead," said Mrs Roby, shaking her head sadly.
The seaman appeared much concerned on hearing this. For some time
he did not speak, and then said that he had been greatly interested in
that gentleman through Willum's account of him.
"Had he left any children?"
"Yes," Mrs Roby told him; "one son, who had been educated as a
doctor, and had become a sort of a