The Crew of the Water Wagtail | Page 7

explanation, and with a nod of approval. "Olly was always ready to lend her a helpin' hand in the house at anything that had to be done, which has made him a Jack-of-all-trades--cookin' among the rest, as you see."
"A pity that the means of displaying his powers are so limited," said Paul, who busied himself in levelling the ground beside the fire for their beds.
"Limited!" exclaimed Trench, "you are hard to please, Master Paul; I have lived on worse food than salt pork and pancakes."
"If so, father," said Oliver, as he deftly tossed one of the cakes into the air and neatly caught it on its other side in the pan, "you must either have had the pork without the pancakes or the pancakes without the pork."
"Nay, Master Shallowpate, I had neither."
"What! did you live on nothing?"
"On nothing better than boiled sheepskin--and it was uncommon tough as well as tasteless; but it is wonderful what men will eat when they're starving."
"I think, father," returned the boy, as he tossed and deftly caught the cake again, "that it is more wonderful what men will eat when they're not starving! Of all the abominations that mortal man ever put between his grinders, I think the worst is that vile stuff--"
He was interrupted by a sudden outbreak of wrath at the fire next to theirs, where Big Swinton, Grummidge, and several others were engaged, like themselves, in preparing supper.
"There will be trouble in the camp before long, I see plainly enough," remarked Paul, looking in the direction of the disputants. "These two men, Swinton and Grummidge, are too well-matched in body and mind and self-will to live at peace, and I foresee that they will dispute your right to command."
"They won't do that, Paul," returned Trench quietly, "for I have already given up a right which I no longer possess. When the Water Wagtail went on the rocks, my reign came to an end. For the future we have no need to concern ourselves. The man with the most powerful will and the strongest mind will naturally come to the top--and that's how it should be. I think that all the troubles of mankind arise from our interfering with the laws of Nature."
"Agreed, heartily," replied Paul, "only I would prefer to call them the laws of God. By the way, Master Trench, I have not yet told you that I have in my possession some of these same laws in a book."
"Have you, indeed?--in a book! That's a rare and not altogether a safe possession now-a-days."
"You speak the sober truth, Master Trench," returned Paul, putting his hand into a breast-pocket and drawing forth the packet which contained the fragment of the Gospel of John. "Persecution because of our beliefs is waxing hotter and hotter just now in unfortunate England. However, we run no risk of being roasted alive in Newfoundland for reading God's blessed Word--see, there it is. A portion of the Gospel of John in manuscript, copied from the English translation of good Master Wycliffe."
"A good and true man, I've heard say," responded the skipper, as he turned over the leaves of the precious document with a species of solemn wonder, for it was the first time he had either seen or handled a portion of the Bible. "Pity that such a friend of the people should not have lived to the age o' that ancient fellow--what's his name--Thoosle, something or other?"
"Methuselah," said Paul; "you're right there, Master Trench. What might not a good man like Wycliffe have accomplished if he had been permitted to live and teach and fight for the truth for nine hundred and sixty-nine years?"
"You don't mean to say he lived as long as that?" exclaimed the boy, looking up from his pots and pans.
"Indeed I do."
"Well, well! he must have been little better than a live mummy by the end of that time!" replied Oliver, resuming his interest in his pots and pans.
"But how came you to know about all that Master Paul, if this is all the Scripture you've had?" asked Trench.
"My mother was deeply learned in the Scriptures," answered Paul, "and she taught me diligently from my boyhood. The way she came to be so learned is curious. I will tell you how it came about, while we are doing justice to Oliver's cookery."
"You must know, Master Trench," continued Paul, after the first demands of appetite had been appeased, "that my dear mother was a true Christian from her youth. Her father was converted to Christ by one of that noble band of missionaries who were trained by the great Wycliffe, and whom he sent throughout England to preach the Gospel to the poor, carrying in their hands manuscript portions of that Gospel, translated by Wycliffe into plain English. You see, that curious invention of