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But, indeed, there are few creatures which a sailor will not
attempt to tame.
Chapter Twenty One.
Spenser.
“Now,” said Frank, next night (we are all assembled drinking
tea on the lawn), “after all those tales about your foreign
favourites, and your pet creepie-creepies, I think the best
thing you can do is to come nearer home and change your
tactics.”
“Well then, here goes. I’ll tell you a story about a pet
donkey and Nero’s son, ‘Hurricane Bob.’ Will that do? And
we’ll call it—”
“When his landlady, Jeannie, first saw him she sniffed him
all over, while Bob looked up in her face.
“Hurricane Bob paid his bill every morning and every night
with a dog-biscuit. The first morning I offered Jeannie the
biscuit she looked at me.
“‘Do you take me for a dog?’ she asked. Then she sniffed it.
‘It do smell uncommonly nice,’ she said; ‘I’ll try it, anyhow.’
So she took the cake in her mouth, and marched into the
yard; but returned almost immediately, still holding it
between her teeth.
“‘I can’t help it, Arthur,’ she seemed to say. ‘It does seem
rude, I daresay, but I really can’t help it. It’s the sight of
you that does it. Hee, haw! Hee, haw!’
“One day, and one day only, Bob and his landlady nearly
had a quarrel. Jeannie, having eaten her own biscuit, burst
into the loose-box, to help the dog with his. ‘Ho, ho!’ said
Hurricane Robert, ‘you’ve come to raise the rent, have ye?
Just look at this, old lady.’ As he spoke, the dog lifted one
lip, and showed such a display of alabaster teeth, that
Jeannie was glad to retire without raising the rent.
“What was Jeannie like, did you ask? Why, straight in back
and strong in limb, with beautiful long ears to switch away
the flies in summer, with mild, intelligent eyes of hazel
brown, and always a soft, smooth patch on the top of her
nose for any one to kiss who was so minded. In winter
Jeannie was rough in coat. She preferred it, she said,
because it kept out the cold, and made an excellent saddle
for her three little playmates to ride upon. Of these she was
exceedingly fond, and never more pleased and proud than
when the whole three of them were on her back at one time
—wee, brown-eyed, laughing Lovat S—; young Ernie, bold
and bright and free; and little winsome Winnie C—.
“To be sure they often fell off, but there was where the fun
and the glee lay, especially when Jeannie sometimes bent
her nose to the ground and let them all tumble on the sand
in a heap. And that, you know, was Jeannie’s joke, and one
that she was never tired of repeating.
Gay.
Frank and I had been away all the afternoon, on one of our
long rambles. Very pleasantly shone the morning sun, that
had wooed us away; the ground was frozen hard as iron,
there wasn’t a cloud in himmel’s blue, nor a breath of wind
from one direction or another. But towards evening a
change had come suddenly over the spirit of the day’s
dream, which found my friend and I still a goodly two hours’
stride from home. Heavy grey clouds had come trooping up
from the north-east, borne along on the fierce fleet wings of
a ten-knot breeze; then the snow had come on, such snow
as seldom falls in “bonnie Berks;” and soon we were
surrounded by one of the wildest wintry nights ever I
remember. Talking was impossible; we could but clutch our
sticks and boldly hurry onwards, while the wind sighed and
roared through the telegraph-wires, and the snow sifted
angrily through the leafless hedgerows. It was a night that
none save a healthy man could have faced.
“This was too much. I crept round the corner to give her a
cuff. She wasn’t there! I came back, and there she was as
brazen as ever. I tried this game on several times, but
couldn’t catch her. ‘Then,’ says I, ‘you’ll catch it where you
stand, in spite of the pane of glass!’
“When mistress came home there was such a row. But she
was sensible, and didn’t beat me. She took me upstairs,
and showed me what I had done, and looked so vexed that
I was sorry too. ‘It is my own fault, though,’ she said; ‘I
ought to have shut the door.’
“She presented me with a looking-glass soon after this, and
it is quite surprising how my opinion of that strange kitten
in the mirror altered after that. I thought now I had never
seen such a lovely thing, and I was never tired looking at it.
No more I had. But first impressions are so erroneous, you
know.
“Dear me, how often I have wondered how other poor cats
who have neither kind master nor mistress manage to live.
But, the poor creatures, they are so ignorant—badly-bred,
you know. Why, only the other day the young master
brought home a poor little cat he had found starving in the
street. Well, I never in all my life saw such an ill-mannered,
rude little wretch, for no sooner had it got itself stuffed with
the best fare in the house, than it made a deliberate
attempt to steal the canary. There was gratitude for you!
Now, mind, I don’t say that I shouldn’t like to eat the
canary, but I never have taken our own birds—no—always
the neighbours’. I did, just once, fly at our own canary’s
cage when I was quite a wee cat, but I didn’t know any
better. And what do you think my mistress did? Why, she
took the bird out of the cage and popped me in; and there I
was, all day long, a prisoner, with nothing for dinner but
seeds and water, and the canary flying about the room and
doing what it liked, even helping itself to my milk. I never
forgot that.
“Some cats, you know, are arrant thieves, and I don’t
wonder at it, the way they are kicked and cuffed about, put
out all night, and never offered food or water. I would steal
myself if I were used like that, wouldn’t you, madam? But I
have my two meals a day, regularly; and I have a nice
double saucer, which stands beside my mirror, and one end
contains nice milk and the other clean water, and I don’t
know which I like the best. When I am downright thirsty,
the water is so nice; but at times I am hungry and thirsty
both, if you can understand me—then I drink the milk. At
times I am allowed to sit on the table when my mistress is
at breakfast, and I often put out my paw, ever so gently,
and help myself to a morsel from her plate; but I wouldn’t
do it when she isn’t looking. The other day I took a fancy to
a nice smelt, and I just went and told my mistress and led
her to the kitchen, and I got what I wanted at once.
“My heart felt like a great cold lump of lead, as the sad
truth flashed upon my mind—my kind mistress had gone,
with all the family, and I was left, forgotten, deserted! My
first endeavour was to find my way out. Had I succeeded,
even then I would have found my mistress, for cats have an
instinct you little wot of. But every door and window was
fastened, and there wasn’t a hole left which a rat could
have crept through.
“How slowly the time dragged on—how long and dreary the
days, how terrible the nights! Perhaps it was when I was at
my very worst, that I happened to be standing close by my
empty saucer, and in front of my mirror. At that time I was
almost too weak to walk; I tottered on my feet, and my
head swam and moved from side to side when I tried to
look at anything. Suddenly I started. Could that wild,
attenuated image in the mirror be my reflection? How it
glared upon me from its glassy eyes! And now I knew it
could not be mine, but some dreadful thing sent to torture
me. For as I gazed it uttered a yell—mournful, prolonged,
unearthly—and dashed at me through and out from the
mirror. For some time we seemed to writhe together in
agony on the carpet. Then up again we started, the mirror-
fiend and I. ‘Follow me fast!’ it seemed to cry, and I was
impelled to follow. Wherever it was, there was I. How it tore
up and down the house, yelling as it went and tearing