The White Squall | Page 8

thirty-two pounders, once deemed sufficient protection for
the Carenage or harbour below, which it commanded. Fort George,
another fortification equally powerless nowadays either for attack or
defence, lay on the right; and looking beyond, over a series of terraces
of villas and gardens, and negro provision grounds, the open sea could
be seen stretching away to the Boccas of the Gulf of Paria and the
Serpent Passage which divides the island of Trinidad from the main
coast of British Guiana.
I could see, on arriving at this point, the English mail steamer coaling
at the jetty below, with gangs of negroes and negresses busily engaged
going to and fro along the wharf, carrying baskets of fuel on their heads;
so, setting spurs to Master Prince, I made him race down the road as if
a drove of wild bulls were after him, heedless of every obstacle in my
path and only intent on reaching the quay.
"Top, Mass' Tom, 'top!" shouted out Jake behind me, putting Dandy
into a heavy trot. "De road am berry slippy, an' you go one big fall
soon!"
But, Jake's caution was all in vain, for the steamer was there, and the
passengers had probably already landed with my father amongst them,
so there was every reason for my hastening on quickly.
I did not waste time, I can assure you!
Cantering past groups of coloured people of every hue, from the palest
copper tint up to the jettiest black, all returning to their huts in the hills
after disposing of their market produce for the day and each giving me
the customary patois greeting, "Bon j'u', massa, ken nou'?" as I raced by
them; past cottage doors and overseers' houses I went on at full speed,
until I came to a long street that sloped down with a gradient like that
of one of those sharp-pointed, heavy-gabled roofs of Queen Anne's
time.
Even this, however, did not arrest my headlong course.

I was much too anxious to get below to the harbour side before the
coaling of the steamer should be completed and the vessel start off
again on her intercolonial trip amongst the islands to deliver her mails
from Europe; and so, deaf to all my darkey attendant's prayers and
expostulations, I hit poor Prince over the head with my supple jack and
galloped as if a drove of wild bulls was after me down the dangerous
incline, which was paved with smooth slippery fixed boulders to make
it all the more treacherous to a horse's hoofs unless rough-shod.
"Golly, Mass' Tom, you break um neck for suah," I heard the terrified
Jake call out far away in my rear; but I could not have stopped then
even had I wished, Prince having too much "way" on him.
"Come on!" I cried. "Come on!"
These were the last words I remember uttering, for at that moment, the
pony, with me clinging to his back with might and main, was tearing
down the slope at a terrific pace; and then, just as we were passing the
school-house at the corner of the market-place, some boys who were
outside suddenly set up a loud yell at something or other.
This frightened Prince so that he shied.
The pony bounded up in the air first like a goat, lifting all his legs from
the ground at once in true buck-jumper fashion, after which he came to
a dead halt as if he had been shot; and then, placing his fore-feet
straight out before him he sent me flying over his head right through
the window of a little shop opposite with such force that I was picked
up insensible.
CHAPTER THREE.
CONVALESCENT.
The first face I saw when I came to myself was that of my father. He
was bending over me and looking very anxious. I think he had been
crying.

"Better, Tom?" he said softly, as if afraid of making a noise and
frightening me back into unconsciousness--everything seeming to be
strangely still around me!
"Oh, I'm all right," I answered joyfully, much pleased at seeing him.
"Why, how did you come here?" and I tried to get up from the sofa on
which I discovered that I Was lying. But it was only an attempt, for I
fell back again in a heap, feeling pain all over me. It seemed just as if I
had been broken into little pieces and somebody was now separating
the bits!
"Bress de Lor', him 'peak again!" I heard Jake ejaculate, and then I
noticed his black face behind dad's, while there was another gentleman
there too. The latter now took hold of my hand and felt my pulse, I
suppose, although he didn't ask me to put out my tongue, as he
generally did when he came up