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<h2> CHAPTER LXX </h2>
<h3> COMPELLED TO VOLUNTEER </h3>
<p>There had been some trouble in our own home during the previous autumn,
while yet I was in London. For certain noted fugitives from the army of
King Monmouth (which he himself had deserted, in a low and currish
manner), having failed to obtain free shipment from the coast near
Watersmouth, had returned into the wilds of Exmoor, trusting to lurk, and
be comforted among the common people. Neither were they disappointed, for
a certain length of time; nor in the end was their disappointment caused
by fault on our part. Major Wade was one of them; an active and
well-meaning man; but prone to fail in courage, upon lasting trial;
although in a moment ready. Squire John Whichehalse (not the baron) and
Parson Powell* caught him (two or three months before my return) in Farley
farmhouse, near Brendon. He had been up at our house several times; and
Lizzie thought a great deal of him. And well I know that if at that time I
had been in the neighbourhood, he should not have been taken so easily.</p>
<p>* Not our parson Bowden, nor any more a friend of his. Our<br/>
Parson Bowden never had naught whatever to do with it; and<br/>
never smoked a pipe with Parson Powell after it.—J.R.<br/></p>
<p>John Birch, the farmer who had sheltered him, was so fearful of
punishment, that he hanged himself, in a few days' time, and even before
he was apprehended. But nothing was done to Grace Howe, of Bridgeball, who
had been Wade's greatest comforter; neither was anything done to us;
although Eliza had added greatly to mother's alarm and danger by falling
upon Rector Powell, and most soundly rating him for his meanness, and his
cruelty, and cowardice, as she called it, in setting men with firearms
upon a poor helpless fugitive, and robbing all our neighbourhood of its
fame for hospitality. However, by means of Sergeant Bloxham, and his good
report of us, as well as by virtue of Wade's confession (which proved of
use to the Government) my mother escaped all penalties.</p>
<p>It is likely enough that good folk will think it hard upon our
neighbourhood to be threatened, and sometimes heavily punished, for
kindness and humanity; and yet to be left to help ourselves against
tyranny, and base rapine. And now at last our gorge was risen, and our
hearts in tumult. We had borne our troubles long, as a wise and wholesome
chastisement; quite content to have some few things of our own unmeddled
with. But what could a man dare to call his own, or what right could he
have to wish for it, while he left his wife and children at the pleasure
of any stranger?</p>
<p>The people came flocking all around me, at the blacksmith's forge, and the
Brendon alehouse; and I could scarce come out of church, but they got me
among the tombstones. They all agreed that I was bound to take command and
management. I bade them go to the magistrates, but they said they had been
too often. Then I told them that I had no wits for ordering of an
armament, although I could find fault enough with the one which had not
succeeded. But they would hearken to none of this.</p>
<p>All they said was 'Try to lead us; and we will try not to run away.'</p>
<p>This seemed to me to be common sense, and good stuff, instead of mere
bragging; moreover, I myself was moved by the bitter wrongs of Margery,
having known her at the Sunday-school, ere ever I went to Tiverton; and
having in those days, serious thoughts of making her my sweetheart;
although she was three years my elder. But now I felt this difficulty—the
Doones had behaved very well to our farm, and to mother, and all of us,
while I was away in London. Therefore, would it not be shabby, and mean,
for me to attack them now?</p>
<p>Yet being pressed still harder and harder, as day by day the excitement
grew (with more and more talking over it), and no one else coming forward
to undertake the business, I agreed at last to this; that if the Doones,
upon fair challenge, would not endeavour to make amends by giving up
Mistress Margery, as well as the man who had slain the babe, then I would
lead the expedition, and do my best to subdue them. All our men were
content with this, being thoroughly well assured from experience, that the
haughty robbers would only shoot any man who durst approach them with such
proposal.</p>
<p>And then arose a difficult question—who was to take the risk of
making overtures so unpleasant? I waited for the rest to offer; and as
none was ready, the burden fell on me, and seemed to be of my own
inviting. Hence I undertook the task, sooner than reason about it; for to
give the cause of everything is worse than to go through with it.</p>
<p>It may have been three of the afternoon, when leaving my witnesses behind
(for they preferred the background) I appeared with our Lizzie's white
handkerchief upon a kidney-bean stick, at the entrance to the robbers'
dwelling. Scarce knowing what might come of it, I had taken the wise
precaution of fastening a Bible over my heart, and another across my
spinal column, in case of having to run away, with rude men shooting after
me. For my mother said that the Word of God would stop a two-inch bullet,
with three ounces of powder behind it. Now I took no weapons, save those
of the Spirit, for fear of being misunderstood. But I could not bring
myself to think that any of honourable birth would take advantage of an
unarmed man coming in guise of peace to them.</p>
<p>And this conclusion of mine held good, at least for a certain length of
time; inasmuch as two decent Doones appeared, and hearing of my purpose,
offered, without violence, to go and fetch the Captain; if I would stop
where I was, and not begin to spy about anything. To this, of course, I
agreed at once; for I wanted no more spying, because I had thorough
knowledge of all ins and outs already. Therefore, I stood waiting
steadily, with one hand in my pocket feeling a sample of corn for market;
and the other against the rock, while I wondered to see it so brown
already.</p>
<p>Those men came back in a little while, with a sharp short message that
Captain Carver would come out and speak to me by-and-by, when his pipe was
finished. Accordingly, I waited long, and we talked about the signs of
bloom for the coming apple season, and the rain that had fallen last
Wednesday night, and the principal dearth of Devonshire, that it will not
grow many cowslips—which we quite agreed to be the prettiest of
spring flowers; and all the time I was wondering how many black and deadly
deeds these two innocent youths had committed, even since last Christmas.</p>
<p>At length, a heavy and haughty step sounded along the stone roof of the
way; and then the great Carver Doone drew up, and looked at me rather
scornfully. Not with any spoken scorn, nor flash of strong contumely; but
with that air of thinking little, and praying not to be troubled, which
always vexes a man who feels that he ought not to be despised so, and yet
knows not how to help it.</p>
<p>'What is it you want, young man?' he asked, as if he had never seen me
before.</p>
<p>In spite of that strong loathing which I always felt at sight of him, I
commanded my temper moderately, and told him that I was come for his good,
and that of his worshipful company, far more than for my own. That a
general feeling of indignation had arisen among us at the recent behaviour
of certain young men, for which he might not be answerable, and for which
we would not condemn him, without knowing the rights of the question. But
I begged him clearly to understand that a vile and inhuman wrong had been
done, and such as we could not put up with; but that if he would make what
amends he could by restoring the poor woman, and giving up that odious
brute who had slain the harmless infant, we would take no further motion;
and things should go on as usual. As I put this in the fewest words that
would meet my purpose, I was grieved to see a disdainful smile spread on
his sallow countenance. Then he made me a bow of mock courtesy, and
replied as follows,—</p>
<p>'Sir John, your new honours have turned your poor head, as might have been
expected. We are not in the habit of deserting anything that belongs to
us; far less our sacred relatives. The insolence of your demand well-nigh
outdoes the ingratitude. If there be a man upon Exmoor who has grossly
ill-used us, kidnapped our young women, and slain half a dozen of our
young men, you are that outrageous rogue, Sir John. And after all this,
how have we behaved? We have laid no hand upon your farm, we have not
carried off your women, we have even allowed you to take our Queen, by
creeping and crawling treachery; and we have given you leave of absence to
help your cousin the highwayman, and to come home with a title. And now,
how do you requite us? By inflaming the boorish indignation at a little
frolic of our young men; and by coming with insolent demands, to yield to
which would ruin us. Ah, you ungrateful viper!'</p>
<p>As he turned away in sorrow from me, shaking his head at my badness, I
became so overcome (never having been quite assured, even by people's
praises, about my own goodness); moreover, the light which he threw upon
things differed so greatly from my own, that, in a word—not to be
too long—I feared that I was a villain. And with many bitter pangs—for
I have bad things to repent of—I began at my leisure to ask myself
whether or not this bill of indictment against John Ridd was true. Some of
it I knew to be (however much I condemned myself) altogether out of
reason; for instance, about my going away with Lorna very quietly, over
the snow, and to save my love from being starved away from me. In this
there was no creeping neither crawling treachery; for all was done with
sliding; and yet I was so out of training for being charged by other
people beyond mine own conscience, that Carver Doone's harsh words came on
me, like prickly spinach sown with raking. Therefore I replied, and said,—</p>
<p>'It is true that I owe you gratitude, sir, for a certain time of
forbearance; and it is to prove my gratitude that I am come here now. I do
not think that my evil deeds can be set against your own; although I
cannot speak flowingly upon my good deeds as you can. I took your Queen
because you starved her, having stolen her long before, and killed her
mother and brother. This is not for me to dwell upon now; any more than I
would say much about your murdering of my father. But how the balance
hangs between us, God knows better than thou or I, thou low miscreant,
Carver Doone.'</p>
<p>I had worked myself up, as I always do, in the manner of heavy men;
growing hot like an ill-washered wheel revolving, though I start with a
cool axle; and I felt ashamed of myself for heat, and ready to ask pardon.
But Carver Doone regarded me with a noble and fearless grandeur.</p>
<p>'I have given thee thy choice, John Ridd,' he said in a lofty manner,
which made me drop away under him; 'I always wish to do my best with the
worst people who come near me. And of all I have ever met with thou art
the very worst, Sir John, and the most dishonest.'</p>
<p>Now after all my labouring to pay every man to a penny, and to allow the
women over, when among the couch-grass (which is a sad thing for their
gowns), to be charged like this, I say, so amazed me that I stood, with my
legs quite open, and ready for an earthquake. And the scornful way in
which he said 'Sir John,' went to my very heart, reminding me of my
littleness. But seeing no use in bandying words, nay, rather the chance of
mischief, I did my best to look calmly at him, and to say with a quiet
voice, 'Farewell, Carver Doone, this time, our day of reckoning is nigh.'</p>
<p>'Thou fool, it is come,' he cried, leaping aside into the niche of rock by
the doorway; 'Fire!'</p>
<p>Save for the quickness of spring, and readiness, learned in many a
wrestling bout, that knavish trick must have ended me; but scarce was the
word 'fire!' out of his mouth ere I was out of fire, by a single bound
behind the rocky pillar of the opening. In this jump I was so brisk, at
impulse of the love of life (for I saw the muzzles set upon me from the
darkness of the cavern), that the men who had trained their guns upon me
with goodwill and daintiness, could not check their fingers crooked upon
the heavy triggers; and the volley sang with a roar behind it, down the
avenue of crags.</p>
<p>With one thing and another, and most of all the treachery of this dastard
scheme, I was so amazed that I turned and ran, at the very top of my
speed, away from these vile fellows; and luckily for me, they had not
another charge to send after me. And thus by good fortune, I escaped; but
with a bitter heart, and mind at their treacherous usage.</p>
<p>Without any further hesitation; I agreed to take command of the honest men
who were burning to punish, ay and destroy, those outlaws, as now beyond
all bearing. One condition, however, I made, namely, that the Counsellor
should be spared if possible; not because he was less a villain than any
of the others, but that he seemed less violent; and above all, had been
good to Annie. And I found hard work to make them listen to my wish upon
this point; for of all the Doones, Sir Counsellor had made himself most
hated, by his love of law and reason.</p>
<p>We arranged that all our men should come and fall into order with pike and
musket, over against our dung-hill, and we settled early in the day, that
their wives might come and look at them. For most of these men had good
wives; quite different from sweethearts, such as the militia had; women
indeed who could hold to a man, and see to him, and bury him—if his
luck were evil—and perhaps have no one afterwards. And all these
women pressed their rights upon their precious husbands, and brought so
many children with them, and made such a fuss, and hugging, and racing
after little legs, that our farm-yard might be taken for an out-door
school for babies rather than a review ground.</p>
<p>I myself was to and fro among the children continually; for if I love
anything in the world, foremost I love children. They warm, and yet they
cool our hearts, as we think of what we were, and what in young clothes we
hoped to be; and how many things have come across. And to see our motives
moving in the little things that know not what their aim or object is,
must almost or ought at least, to lead us home, and soften us. For either
end of life is home; both source and issue being God.</p>
<p>Nevertheless, I must confess that the children were a plague sometimes.
They never could have enough of me—being a hundred to one, you might
say—but I had more than enough of them; and yet was not contented.
For they had so many ways of talking, and of tugging at my hair, and of
sitting upon my neck (not even two with their legs alike), and they forced
me to jump so vehemently, seeming to court the peril of my coming down
neck and crop with them, and urging me still to go faster, however fast I
might go with them; I assure you that they were sometimes so hard and
tyrannical over me, that I might almost as well have been among the very
Doones themselves.</p>
<p>Nevertheless, the way in which the children made me useful proved also of
some use to me; for their mothers were so pleased by the exertions of the
'great Gee-gee'—as all the small ones entitled me—that they
gave me unlimited power and authority over their husbands; moreover, they
did their utmost among their relatives round about, to fetch recruits for
our little band. And by such means, several of the yeomanry from
Barnstaple, and from Tiverton, were added to our number; and inasmuch as
these were armed with heavy swords, and short carabines, their appearance
was truly formidable.</p>
<p>Tom Faggus also joined us heartily, being now quite healed of his wound,
except at times when the wind was easterly. He was made second in command
to me; and I would gladly have had him first, as more fertile in
expedients; but he declined such rank on the plea that I knew most of the
seat of war; besides that I might be held in some measure to draw
authority from the King. Also Uncle Ben came over to help us with his
advice and presence, as well as with a band of stout warehousemen, whom he
brought from Dulverton. For he had never forgiven the old outrage put upon
him; and though it had been to his interest to keep quiet during the last
attack, under Commander Stickles—for the sake of his secret gold
mine—yet now he was in a position to give full vent to his feelings.
For he and his partners when fully-assured of the value of their diggings,
had obtained from the Crown a licence to adventure in search of minerals,
by payment of a heavy fine and a yearly royalty. Therefore they had now no
longer any cause for secrecy, neither for dread of the outlaws; having so
added to their force as to be a match for them. And although Uncle Ben was
not the man to keep his miners idle an hour more than might be helped, he
promised that when we had fixed the moment for an assault on the valley, a
score of them should come to aid us, headed by Simon Carfax, and armed
with the guns which they always kept for the protection of their gold.</p>
<p>Now whether it were Uncle Ben, or whether it were Tom Faggus or even my
own self—for all three of us claimed the sole honour—is more
than I think fair to settle without allowing them a voice. But at any
rate, a clever thing was devised among us; and perhaps it would be the
fairest thing to say that this bright stratagem (worthy of the great Duke
himself) was contributed, little by little, among the entire three of us,
all having pipes, and schnapps-and-water, in the chimney-corner. However,
the world, which always judges according to reputation, vowed that so fine
a stroke of war could only come from a highwayman; and so Tom Faggus got
all the honour, at less perhaps than a third of the cost.</p>
<p>Not to attempt to rob him of it—for robbers, more than any other,
contend for rights of property—let me try to describe this grand
artifice. It was known that the Doones were fond of money, as well as
strong drink, and other things; and more especially fond of gold, when
they could get it pure and fine. Therefore it was agreed that in this way
we should tempt them; for we knew that they looked with ridicule upon our
rustic preparations; after repulsing King's troopers, and the militia of
two counties, was it likely that they should yield their fortress to a set
of ploughboys? We, for our part, felt of course, the power of this
reasoning, and that where regular troops had failed, half-armed countrymen
must fail, except by superior judgment and harmony of action. Though
perhaps the militia would have sufficed, if they had only fought against
the foe, instead of against each other. From these things we took warning;
having failed through over-confidence, was it not possible now to make the
enemy fail through the selfsame cause?</p>
<p>Hence, what we devised was this; to delude from home a part of the
robbers, and fall by surprise on the other part. We caused it to be spread
abroad that a large heap of gold was now collected at the mine of the
Wizard's Slough. And when this rumour must have reached them, through
women who came to and fro, as some entirely faithful to them were allowed
to do, we sent Captain Simon Carfax, the father of little Gwenny, to
demand an interview with the Counsellor, by night, and as it were
secretly. Then he was to set forth a list of imaginary grievances against
the owners of the mine; and to offer partly through resentment, partly
through the hope of gain, to betray into their hands, upon the Friday
night, by far the greatest weight of gold as yet sent up for refining. He
was to have one quarter part, and they to take the residue. But inasmuch
as the convoy across the moors, under his command, would be strong, and
strongly armed, the Doones must be sure to send not less than a score of
men, if possible. He himself, at a place agreed upon, and fit for an
ambuscade, would call a halt, and contrive in the darkness to pour a
little water into the priming of his company's guns.</p>
<p>It cost us some trouble and a great deal of money to bring the sturdy
Cornishman into this deceitful part; and perhaps he never would have
consented but for his obligation to me, and the wrongs (as he said) of his
daughter. However, as he was the man for the task, both from his coolness
and courage, and being known to have charge of the mine, I pressed him,
until he undertook to tell all the lies we required. And right well he did
it too, having once made up his mind to it; and perceiving that his own
interests called for the total destruction of the robbers.</p>
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