CHAPTER XXIV.
A NEW BARGE.
The next morning Hilda went down to Rochester with Netta, Tom Robertsaccompanying them. They had no difficulty in discovering thebarge-builder's. It seemed to the girls a dirty-looking place, thicklylittered as it was with shavings; men were at work on two or threebarges which seemed, thus seen out of the water, an enormous size.
"Which is Mr. Gill?" Hilda asked a man passing.
"That is him, miss," and he pointed to a man who was in the act ofgiving directions to some workmen. They waited until he had finished,and then went up to him.
"I want to buy a barge, Mr. Gill," Hilda said.
"To buy a barge!" he repeated in surprise, for never before had he had ayoung lady as a customer.
Hilda nodded. "I want to give it to a bargeman who has rendered me agreat service," as if it were an everyday occurrence for a young lady tobuy a barge as a present. "I want it at once, please; and it is to be afirst-class barge. How much would it cost?"
The builder rubbed his chin. "Well, miss, it is a little unusual to sella barge right off in this way; as a rule people want barges built forthem. Some want them for speed, some want them for their carryingcapacity."
"I want a first-class barge," Hilda replied. "I suppose it will be fortraffic on the Thames, and that he will like it to be fast."
"Well, miss," the builder said slowly, for he could not yet quitepersuade himself that this young lady was really prepared to pay such asum as a new barge would cost, "I have got such a barge. She waslaunched last week, but I had a dispute with the man for whom I builther, and I said that I would not hold him to his bargain, and that hecould get a barge elsewhere. He went off in a huff, but I expect he willcome back before long and ask me to let him have her, and I should notbe altogether sorry to say that she is gone. She is a first-class barge,and I expect that she will be as fast as anything on the river. Ofcourse, I have got everything ready for her--masts, sails, and gear,even down to her dingey--and in twenty-four hours she would be ready tosail. The price is fifteen hundred pounds," and he looked sharply atHilda to see what effect that communication would have. To his greatsurprise she replied quietly:
"That is about the sum I expected, Mr. Gill. Can we look at her?"
"Certainly, miss; she is lying alongside, and it is nearly high tide."
He led the way over piles of balks of timber, across sloppy pieces ofground, over which at high tide water extended, to the edge of thewharf, where the barge floated. She was indeed all ready for her mast;her sides shone with fresh paint, her upper works were painted anemerald green, a color greatly in favor among bargemen, and there was apatch of the same on her bow, ready for the name, surrounded by giltscrollwork.
"There she is, miss; as handsome a barge as there is afloat."
"I want to see the cabin. What a little place!" she went on, as she andNetta went down through a narrow hatchway, "and how low!"
"It is the usual height in barges, miss, and the same size, unlessespecially ordered otherwise."
"I should like the cabin to be made very comfortable, for I think theboatman will have his wife on board. Could it not be made a littlelarger?"
"There would be no great difficulty about that. You see, this is awater-tight compartment, but of course it could be carried six feetfarther forward and a permanent hatchway be fixed over it, and thelining made good in the new part. As to height, one might put in agood-sized skylight; it would not be usual, but of course it could bedone."
"And you could put the bed-place across there, could you not, and put acurtain to draw across it?"
"Yes, that could be managed easy enough, miss; and it would make a verytidy cabin."
"Then how much would that cost extra?"
"Forty or fifty pounds, at the outside."
"And when could you get it all finished, and everything painted a nicecolor?"
"I could get it done in a week or ten days, if you made a point of it."
"I do make a point of it," Hilda said.
"What do you say to our leaving this bulkhead up as it is, miss, andmaking a door through it, and putting a small skylight, say three feetsquare, over the new part? You see, it will be fifteen feet wide by sixfeet, so that it will make a tidy little place. It would not cost morethan the other way, not so much perhaps; for it would be a lot oftrouble to get this bulkhead down, and then, you see, the second handcould have his bunk in here, on the lockers, and be quite separate."
"Isn't there a cabin at the other end?"
"Well, there is one, miss; you can come and look at it. That is wherethe second hand always sleeps when the bargeman has got his wife onboard."
"I think that it would be better to have the second hand sleep there,"Hilda said. "This is very rough," she went on, when she inspected thelittle cabin forward; "there are all the beams sticking out. Surely itcan be made more comfortable than this."
"We could matchboard the timbers over if you like, but it is not usual."
"Never mind, please do it; and put some lockers up for his clothes, andmake it very comfortable. Has the barge got a name yet?"
"Well, miss, we have always called her the _Medway_; but there is noreason that you should stick to that name. She has not been registeredyet, so we can call her any name you like."
"Then we will call her the _Walter_," Hilda said, for the girls hadalready settled this point between them.
"And now, Mr. Gill, I suppose there is nothing to do but to give you acheck for fifteen hundred pounds, and I can pay for the alterations whenI come down next Monday week. Can you get me a couple of men whounderstand the work--bargees, don't you call them? I want them to takeher as far as Hole Haven and a short way up the creek."
"I can do that easily enough," the builder said; "and I promise you thateverything shall be ready for sailing, though I don't guarantee that thepaint in the new part of the cabin will be dry. All the rest I canpromise. I will set a strong gang of men on at once."
A few days later Hilda wrote a line to William Nibson, saying that sheintended to come down with the child on the following Monday, and hopedthat he would be able to make it convenient to be at home on that day.
"She is not long in coming down again, Betsy," he said, when on theFriday the barge went up to Pitsea again, and he received the letter,which was carried home and read by his wife, he himself being, like mostof his class at the time, unable to read or write. "I suppose the childpined in his new home, and she had to pacify him by saying that heshould come down and see us next week. That will suit me very well. Ihave a load of manure waiting for me at Rotherhithe; it is for FarmerGilston, near Pitsea, so that I shall just manage it comfortably. Nextweek I will go over to Rochester and see if I can hear of a good bargefor sale."
On the following Monday morning the girls again went down to Rochester,this time taking Walter with them; having the previous week sent offthree or four great parcels by luggage train. Roberts went to look for acart to bring them to the barge-builder's, and the girls went on alone.
"There she lies, miss," Mr. Gill said, pointing to a barge with newtanned sails lying out in the stream; "she is a boat any man might beproud of."
"She looks very nice indeed," Hilda said, "though, of course, I am nojudge of such things."
"You may be sure that she is all right, Miss Covington."
"Is the paint dry, down below?"
"Yes. I saw that you were anxious about it, so put plenty of drier in.So that, though she was only painted on Saturday morning, she isperfectly dry now. But you are rather earlier than I had expected."
"Yes; we have sent a lot of things down by rail. Our man is getting acart, and I dare say they will be here in a quarter of an hour."
The things were brought on a large hand-cart, and as soon as these werecarried down to the boat they went off with Mr. Gill to the barge.
"There, miss," he said, as he led the way down into the cabin; "there isnot a barge afloat with such a comfortable cabin as this. I put up twoor three
more cupboards, for as they will sleep in the next room thereis plenty of space for them."
Except in point of height, the cabin was as comfortable a little room ascould be desired. It was painted a light slate color, with the panels ofthe closets of a lighter shade of the same. The inner cabin was of thesame color. A broad wooden bedstead extended across one end, and at theother were two long cupboards extending from the ceiling to the floor.The skylight afforded plenty of light to this room, while the large onein the main cabin gave standing height six feet square in the middle.
"It could not have been better," Hilda said, greatly pleased.
"Well, miss, I took upon myself to do several things in the way ofcupboards, and so on, that you had not ordered, but seeing that youwanted to have things comfortable I took upon myself to do them."
"You did quite right, Mr. Gill. This big skylight makes all thedifference in height. I see that you have painted the name, and that youhave got a flag flying from the masthead."
"Yes; bargemen generally like a bit of a flag, that is to say if theytake any pride in their boat. You cannot trade in the barge until youhave had it registered; shall I get that done for you?"
"Yes, I should be very much obliged if you would."
"And in whose name shall I register it? In yours?"
"No; in the name of William Nibson. If you want his address it is CreekFarm, Pitsea."
"Well, miss, he is a lucky fellow. I will get it done, and he can callhere for the register the first time he comes up the Medway."
Roberts was sent ashore again for a number of hooks, screws, and a fewtools.
"Now, Mr. Gill, we are quite ready to start. We shall get thingsstraight on the voyage."
"You will have plenty of time, miss; she will anchor off Grain Spit tillthe tide begins to run up hard. You won't be able to get up the creektill an hour before high tide."
"That won't matter," Hilda said; "it will not be dark till nine."
"You can get up the anchor now," the builder said to two men who hadbeen sitting smoking in the bow.
The barge's boat was lying bottom upwards on the hatches and anotherboat lay behind her.
"This boat does not belong to her, Mr. Gill; does she?" Hilda asked.
"No, miss; that is the men's boat. When they have got the barge to whereshe is to be moored, they will row down to Hole Haven, and get a tow upwith the first barge that comes down after the tide has turned. Howwill you be coming back, Miss Covington?"
"We have arranged for a gig to be at Hole Haven at eight o'clock todrive us to Brentwood, where we shall take train to town. We shall notbe up before half-past eleven, but as we have our man with us that doesnot matter; besides, the carriage is to be at the station to meet thetrain."
The girls and Walter watched the operation of getting up the anchor andof setting the foresail and jib. They remained on deck while the bargebeat down the long reach past the dockyards, and then with slackenedsheets rounded the wooded curve down into Gillingham Reach, then,accompanied by Roberts, they went below. Here they were soon hard atwork. The great packages were opened, and mattresses and bedclothesbrought out.
"This reminds one of our work when you first came to us," Netta laughed,as they made the bed.
"Yes, it is like old times, certainly. We used to like to work then,because we were doing it together; we like it still more to-day, becausenot only are we together, but we are looking forward to the delight thatwe are going to give."
Carpets were laid down, curtains hung to the bed, and a wash-hand standfixed in its place. A hamper of crockery was unpacked and the contentsplaced on the shelves that had been made for them, and cooking utensilsarranged on the stove, which had been obtained for them by the builder.By this time Roberts had screwed up the hooks in the long cupboards, andin every spot round both cabins where they could be made available. Thennumerous japanned tin boxes, filled with tea, sugar, and othergroceries, were stowed away, and a large one with a label, "Tobacco,"placed on a shelf for Bill Nibson's special delectation. Curtains thatcould be drawn were fixed to the skylights, looking-glasses fastenedagainst the walls, and by the time that the barge neared Sheerness theirlabors were finished. Then the forward cabin was similarly madecomfortable. Walter had assisted to the best of his power in all thearrangements, and when he became tired was allowed to go up on deck, onhis promise to remain quiet by the side of the helmsman.
"Now I think that everything is in its place," Hilda said at last, "andreally they make two very pretty little rooms. I can't say that the onein the bow is pretty, but at any rate it is thoroughly comfortable, andI have no doubt that Joshua will be as pleased with it as the Nibsonsare with theirs. Oh, dear, how dusty one gets! and we never thought ofgetting water on board for the jugs."
On going up on deck, however, they observed two barrels lashed together.
"Are those water?" Hilda asked the man at the tiller.
"Yes, ma'am."
"How do you get it out? I don't see a tap."
"You put that little pump lying by the side into the bunghole. I will doit for you, miss."
"Now we will go downstairs and tidy up, and then come and sit up hereand enjoy ourselves," said Hilda.
When they were below they heard a rattle of the chain, and, on going up,found that the barge had come to anchor in the midst of some thirty orforty others. The foresail had been run down and the jib lowered, butthe great mainsail, with its huge, brightly painted sprit, was stillstanding. Roberts now opened a hamper that had been left on deck, andproduced luncheon. Cold meat and beer were handed to the two watermen,who went up into the bow to eat it. An hour later the tide began toslacken, and many of the barges got up sail.
"Shall we get up the anchor, ma'am?" one of the watermen asked.
"There's plenty of time, is there not?" Hilda asked.
"Yes, ma'am, but we thought that you would like to see how she goes withthe others."
"Yes, I should like that," Hilda said, and in a few minutes the bargewas under sail again.
"She is a clipper, and no mistake," the man at the tiller said, as oneby one they passed the barges that had started ahead of them, and Walterclapped his hands in delight.
"We may as well go down to the lower end of the Hope, miss. We shallhave plenty of time to get back again before there is water enough forus in the creek."
For three hours they sailed about, the girls enjoying it as much asWalter.
"I do think, Netta, that I shall have to buy a barge on my own account.It is splendid, and, after all, the cabins are large enough foranything."
"You had better have a yacht," Netta laughed. "You would soon get tiredof always going up and down the river."
"One might do worse," Hilda said. "Of course, now we shall give up thatbig house in Hyde Park Gardens, which is ridiculous for me and the boy.We have each got a country house, and when we want a thorough change Iwould infinitely rather have a yacht than a small house in town. I don'tsuppose that it would cost very much more. Besides, you know, it isarranged that I am always to have rooms at your house at the institute.That is to be the next thing seen after; you know that is quite agreedupon."
"I shall be glad to be at work again," Netta said. "Now that Walter isfound, there is certainly nothing to keep us any longer in town."
"I know that it must have been horribly dull for you, Netta, but you seethat you are partly to blame yourself for refusing to go out with me."
"That would have been duller still," Netta laughed. "I should have beena long time before I got to know people, and there is no good in knowingpeople when you are going right away from them in a short time, and maynever meet them again."
At last the men said that there would be water enough to get up thecreek.
"We shan't be able to sail up, miss; you see, the wind will be right inour teeth. But that don't matter; we can pole her up. The tide willtake us along, and we shall only have to keep her straight and get herround the corners."
"Are you sure that there will be water
enough?"
"Yes, miss. You see, she is empty, and doesn't draw much more than afoot of water."
As they entered the haven the head sails were dropped and the mainsailbrailed up. The tide was running in strong, and, as the men had said,they had nothing to do but to keep the barge in the deepest part of thechannel.
* * * * *
"How do you think they will be coming, Bill?" Betsy Nibson said, as shejoined her husband, who was standing on the bank dressed in his Sundayclothes.
"I cannot say, Betsy; if I had known I should have gone to meet them.They cannot drive here from Pitsea, but must walk; and, of course, Iwould have been there if I had been sure of their coming that way. But Ishould think most likely that they will drive to the haven and come upby boat."
"There is a new barge coming up the creek," Joshua said. "You can seethat she is new by her spars and sails."
"That's so, boy," Bill agreed. "She has got a flag I haven't seen beforeat her masthead. It is white, and I think there are some red letters onit--her name, I suppose. 'Tis not often that a new barge comes up toPitsea. She is a fine-looking craft," he went on, as a turning in thecreek brought her wholly into view. "A first-class barge, I should say.Yes, there is no doubt about her being new. I should say, from the lookof her spars, she cannot have made many trips up and down the river."
"She has got a party on board," Mrs. Nibson said presently. "There aretwo women and a child. Perhaps it's them, Bill. They may have somefriend in the barge line, and he has offered to bring them down, seeingthat this is a difficult place to get at."
"I believe you are right, Betsy. They are too far off to see theirfaces, but they are certainly not barge people."
"They are waving their handkerchiefs!" Betsy exclaimed; "it is them,sure enough. Well, we have wondered how they would come down, but wenever thought of a barge."
The three hurried along the bank to meet the barge. Walter danced andwaved his hat and shouted loudly to them as they approached.
"You did not expect to see us arrive in a barge, Mrs. Nibson," Hildacalled out as they came abreast of them.
"No, indeed, miss; we talked it over together as to how you would come,but we never thought of a barge."
"It belongs to a friend of ours, and we thought that it would be apleasant way of coming. She is a new boat. You must come on board andhave a look at her before we land."
In a few minutes the barge was alongside the bank, opposite the house. Aplank was run across and Walter scampered over it to his friends.
"Bless his little face!" Mrs. Nibson said, as she lifted him up to kissher. "What a darling he looks, Bill! And he has not forgotten us a bit."
"He could not well forget in a week," Bill said, rather gruffly, for he,too, was moved by the warmth of the child's welcome. "Well, let us go onboard and pay our respects. She is a fine barge, surely; and she has gotthe same name as the child."
"Why, it is not 'Jack,'" his wife said, looking up.
"Jack!" her husband repeated scornfully. "Didn't they call him Walterthe other day? Go on, wife; the lady is waiting at the end of the plankfor you."
Mrs. Nibson put the child down and followed him across the plank,smoothing her apron as she went.
"My best respects, miss," she said, as Hilda shook hands with herwarmly.
"We are glad to see you again, Mrs. Nibson, and hope that you have notmissed Walter very much."
"I cannot say that I have not missed him a good deal, miss, but,luckily, we have had other things to think about. We are giving up thefarm; it is lonesome here in the winter, and I am going to take to bargelife again."
"Well, what do you think of this barge, Mr. Nibson?" Hilda asked.
"I allow she is a handsome craft, and she ought to be fast."
"She is fast. We have been sailing about until there was enough water inthe creek, and we have passed every barge that we have come near. She iscomfortable, too. Come below and look at her cabin."
"Well, I never!" Mrs. Nibson said, pausing in astonishment at the footof the ladder. "I have been in many barge cabins, but never saw one likethis." Her surprise increased when the door of the bulkhead was openedand she saw the sleeping cabin beyond. "Did you ever, Bill?"
"No, I never saw two cabins in a barge before," her husband said. "Isuppose, miss, the owner must have had the cabin specially done up forhis own use sometimes, and the crew lived forward."
"There is a place forward for the second hand," she replied, "and Isuppose the owner will sleep here."
"Of course it is a loss of space, but she will carry a big load, too.Who is the owner, miss, if I may make so bold as to ask?"
"The registered owner is William Nibson," Hilda said quietly.
The bargeman and his wife gazed at each other in astonishment.
"But," he said hesitatingly, "I have never heard of any owner of thatname."
"Except yourself, Nibson."
"Yes, except myself; but I am not an owner, as I have sold the _MaryAnn_."
"There is no other owner now," she said, "that I know of, of that name.The barge is yours. It is bought as testimony of our gratitude for thekindness that you have shown Walter, and you see it is named afterhim."
"It is too much, miss," said Bill huskily, while his wife burst intotears. "It is too much altogether. We only did our duty to the child,and we were well paid for it."
"You did more than your duty," Hilda said. "The money might pay for foodand shelter and clothes, but money cannot buy love, and that is what yougave, both of you; and it is for that that we now pay as well as wecan."
"Miss Covington should say 'I,'" Netta broke in, "for it is her presententirely. Walter's trustees could not touch his money for the purpose,and so she has done it herself."
"Hush, Netta! You should have said nothing about it," Hilda said; andthen, turning to Nibson, went on, "I am his nearest relative--his onlyrelative, in fact--besides being his guardian, and, therefore, naturallyI am the most interested in his happiness; and as, fortunately, I ammyself very well off, I can well afford the pleasure of helping thosewho have been so good to him. Please do not say anything more about it.Now we will go on deck for a few minutes, and leave you and your wife tolook round. We will show Joshua his cabin."
So saying, she and Netta went on deck. Joshua, led by Walter, was justcrossing the plank. He had not received a special invitation, and hefelt too shy to go on board with these ladies present. Walter, however,had run across to him, and at last persuaded him to come.
"Well, Joshua," Hilda said, as she reached him, "what do you think ofthe barge?"
"She is as good a one as ever I seed," the boy said.
"Well, Joshua, she belongs to Mr. Nibson."
"To Bill?" Joshua exclaimed. "You don't mean it, miss."
"I do mean it," she said; "this is his barge."
"Well, I shouldn't have thought that Bill was that artful!" Joshuaexclaimed almost indignantly. "Fancy his keeping it from the missis andme that he had been and bought a new barge! But she is a fine one, thereaint no doubt about that."
"Come forward and look at your cabin, Joshua. I think you will say thatit is more comfortable than usual."
"Well, I am blowed!" the boy ejaculated, as he followed her down theladder and looked round. "Why, it is a palace, that is wot it is; it ismore comfortable than the master's cabin aft in most barges. And what abed! Why, it is soft enough for a hemperor."
"There are no sheets, Joshua. They told me that the men never use sheetsin barges."
"Lor' bless you! no, ma'am. We mostly stretch ourselves on the lockerand roll ourselves up in a blanket, if we are lucky enough to have one.Why, I don't know as I shan't be afraid of getting into that bed, thoughI does take a header in the water every morning. There are lockers onboth sides, too, and a basin. Who ever heard of such a thing as a basin?Why, miss, we allus washes in the pail on deck."
"Well, I should think that it would be a good deal more comfortable towash down here in a basin on a
cold morning."
"Well, I suppose it might, miss; it be sharp sometimes outside. Why,there is oilcloth all over the floor, and a mat to wipe one's feet atthe bottom of the ladder, and a rug by the side of the bed! I never didsee such things. Bill must have gone clean off his chump. Well, I amblessed!"
"It is Miss Covington who has given Bill the barge and seen to its beingfitted up," Netta said, "and she has done her best to make your cabin ascomfortable as possible, because you have been so kind to Walter."
"And I hope to do some more for you, Joshua, when I can see my way to doit. You will find two or three suits of clothes for your work in thoselockers. I do not know that they will quite fit, but I dare say if theydon't Mrs. Nibson can alter them for you, and you will find shirts andwarm underclothing, and so on, in that cupboard."
Joshua sat down suddenly on a locker, completely overpowered with whatseemed to him the immensity of his possessions.
There the girls left him, and they went up on deck again.
Going aft, they sat down and talked for a few minutes, and were thenjoined by Nibson and his wife. The latter still bore traces of tears onher cheeks, and there was a suspicious redness about Bill's eyes.
"We won't try to say what we would like to say," the man began, "'causewe could not say it, but we feels it just the same. Here we are witheverything man or woman could wish for, ready to hand."
"As I have said before, Nibson, please do not say anything more aboutit. It has made me quite as happy to get this barge for you, and to makeit comfortable, as it can do you both to receive it. And now we will goashore."
In the house they found that tea was ready, save pouring the water intothe pot. A ham and a couple of cold chickens were on the table, and jamand honey were specially provided for Walter. Joshua did not make one ofthe party. After recovering from the contemplation of his own cabin hehad gone aft and remained in almost awe-struck admiration at the comfortand conveniences there, until summoned by Bill to take his place andhelp to get the new boat into the water, and to row the ladies down toHole Haven.