I did not awake the next morning till roused by the police, who brought us up before the . The crowd that followed appeared to make no distinction between the prisoners and the witness, and remarks not very , and to me very annoying, were liberally made. “He’s a young hand for such work,” cried one. “There’s marked in his face,” observed another, to whom, when I turned round to look at him, I certainly could have returned the compliment. The station was not far from the magistrates’ office, and we soon arrived. The principal officer went into the inner room, and communicated with the magistrates before they came out and took their seats on the bench.
“Where is Jacob Faithful? My lad, do you know the nature of an oath?”
I answered in the affirmative; the oath was administered, and my evidence taken down. It was then read over to the prisoners, who were asked if they had anything to say in their defence. Fleming, who had sent for his lawyer, was advised to make no answer. Marables quietly replied, that all the boy had said was quite true.
“,” said the , “we cannot accept you as king’s evidence; that of the boy is considered sufficient.”
“I did not intend that you should,” replied Marables. “I only want to ease my conscience, not to try for my pardon.”
They were then committed for trial, and led away to prison. I could not help going up to Marables and shaking his hand, before he was led away. He lifted up his two arms, for he was still handcuffed, and wiped his eyes, saying, “Let this be a warning to you, Jacob—not that I think you need it; but still I once was honest as yourself—and look at me now.” And he cast his eyes down sorrowfully upon his wrists. They quitted the room, Fleming giving me a look which was very significant of what my chance would be if ever I fell into his clutches.
“We must detain you, my lad,” observed one of the magistrates, “without you can a sufficient for your appearance as witness on the trial.”
I replied that I knew of no one except my master, Mr Drummond, and my schoolmaster; and had no means of letting them know of my situation.
The magistrate then directed the officer to go down by the first Brentford coach, acquaint Mr Drummond with what had passed, and that the would remain in charge of the river police until he could send hands on board of her; and I was allowed to sit down on the bench behind the bar. It was not until past noon that Mr Drummond, accompanied by the Dominie, made his appearance. To save time, the magistrates gave them my to read; they put in bail, and I was permitted to leave the court. We went down by the coach, but as they went inside and I was out, I had not many questions asked until my arrival at Mr Drummond’s house, when I gave them a account of all that had happened.
“Proh! Deus!” exclaimed the Dominie, when I had finished my story. “What an escape! How narrowly, as Propertius hath it femininely, ‘Eripitur nobis jumpridem carus puer.’ Well was it that thou hadst learnt to swim—verily thou must have struggled lustily. ‘Pugnat in adversas ire natator aquas,’ yea, lustily for thy life, child. Now, God be praised!”
But Mr Drummond was anxious that the lighter should be brought back to the ; he therefore gave me my dinner, for I had eaten nothing that day, and then despatched me in a boat with two men, to bring her up the river. The next morning we arrived; and Mr Drummond, not having yet selected any other person to take her in charge, I was again some days on shore, dividing my time between the Dominie and Mr Drummond’s, where I was always treated, not only by him, but also by his wife and his little daughter Sarah.
A master for the lighter was soon found; and as I passed a considerable time under his orders, I must describe him particularly. He had served the best part of his life on board a man-of-war, had been in many general and single actions, and, at the battle of Trafalgar, had wound up his servitude with the loss of both his legs and an out-pension from the Greenwich Hospital, which he preferred to being received upon the establishment, as he had a wife and child. Since that time he had worked on the river. He was very active, and broad-shouldered, and had probably, before he lost his legs, been a man of at least five feet eleven or six feet high; but as he found that he could keep his balance better upon short than long ones, he had reduced his wooden legs to about eight inches in length, which, with his square body, gave him the appearance of a huge . He bore, and I will say most deservedly, an excellent character. His temper was always cheerful, and he was a little inclined to drink: but the principal feature in him was lightness of heart; he was always singing. His voice was very fine and powerful. When in the service he used to be summoned to sing to the captain and officers, and was the delight of the forecastle. His memory was , and his stock of songs incredible, at the same time, he seldom or ever sang more than one or two of a song in the way of , or if apt to what was going on, often altering the words to suit the occasion. He was accompanied by his son Tom, a lad of my own age, as merry as his father, and who had a good treble voice and a good deal of humour; he would often take the song up from his father, with words of his own putting in, with ready wit and good . We three composed the crew of the lighter; and, as there had already been considerable loss from , were as soon as they arrived. The name of the father was Tom Beazeley, but he was always known on the river as “old Tom” or, as some more learned wag had christened him, “the Merman on two sticks.” As soon as we had put our traps on board, as old Tom called them, he received his orders, and we cast off from the wharf. The wind was . Young Tom was as active as a monkey, and as full of tricks. His father took the helm, while we two, assisted by a dog of the small Newfoundland breed, which Tom had taught to take a rope in his teeth, and be of no small service to two boys in bowsing on a tackle, made sail upon the lighter, and away we went, while old Tom’s strain might be heard from either shore.
“Loose, loose every sail to the breeze,
The course of the improve,
I’ve done with the of the seas,
Ye sailors, I’m bound to my love.
“Tom, you beggar, is the bundle ready for your mother? We must drop the skiff, Jacob, at Battersea reach, and send the clothes on shore for the old woman to wash, or there’ll be no clean shirts for Sunday. Shove in your shirts, Jacob; the old woman won’t mind that. She used to wash for the mess. Clap on, both of you, and get another pull at those haulyards. That’ll do, my bantams.
“, hoist, every sail to the breeze,
Come, shipmates, and join in the song,
Let’s drink while the cuts the seas,
To the that may drive her along.
“Tom, where’s my pot of tea? Come, my boy, we must pipe to breakfast. Jacob, there’s a rope towing overboard. Now, Tom, hand me my tea, and I’ll her with one hand, drink with the other, and as for the legs, the less we say about them the better.
“No glory I , no riches I want,
Ambition is nothing to me.
But one thing I beg of kind Heaven to grant—”
Tom’s treble chimed in, handing him the pot—
“For breakfast a good cup of tea.
“Silence, you sea-cook! how dare you shove in your penny whistle! How’s tide, Tom?”
“Three quarters .”
“No, it a’n’t, you thief; how is it Jacob?”
“About half, I think.”
“And you’re right.”
“What water have we down here on the side?”
“You must give the point a wide berth,” replied I; “the shoals runs out.”
“Thanky, boy, so I thought, but wasn’t sure:” and then old Tom burst out in a beautiful air:
“Trust not too much your own opinion,
When your vessel’s under weigh,
Let good advice still bear ;
That’s a compass will not stray.”
“Old Tom, is that you?” hallooed a man from another barge.
“Yes; what’s left of me, my .”
“You’ll not fetch the bridges this tide—there’s a strong breeze right up the reaches below.”
“Never mind, we’ll do all we can.
“If unassailed by squall or shower,
by the gentle
Let’s not lose the favouring hour,
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