recrossing the channel, israel returns to the squire's abode—his adventures there.
on the third day, as israel was walking to and fro in his room, having removed his courier's boots, for fear of disturbing the doctor, a quick sharp rap at the door announced the american envoy. the man of wisdom entered, with two small wads of paper in one hand, and several crackers and a bit of cheese in the other. there was such an eloquent air of instantaneous dispatch about him, that israel involuntarily sprang to his boots, and, with two vigorous jerks, hauled them on, and then seizing his hat, like any bird, stood poised for his flight across the channel.
"well done, my honest friend," said the doctor; "you have the papers in your heel, i suppose."
"ah," exclaimed israel, perceiving the mild irony; and in an instant his boots were off again; when, without another word, the doctor took one boot, and israel the other, and forthwith both parties proceeded to secrete the documents.
"i think i could improve the design," said the sage, as, notwithstanding his haste, he critically eyed the screwing apparatus of the boot. "the vacancy should have been in the standing part of the heel, not in the lid. it should go with a spring, too, for better dispatch. i'll draw up a paper on false heels one of these days, and send it to a private reading at the institute. but no time for it now. my honest friend, it is now half past ten o'clock. at half past eleven the diligence starts from the place-du-carrousel for calais. make all haste till you arrive at brentford. i have a little provender here for you to eat in the diligence, as you will not have time for a regular meal. a day-and-night courier should never be without a cracker in his pocket. you will probably leave brentford in a day or two after your arrival there. be wary, now, my good friend; heed well, that, if you are caught with these papers on british ground, you will involve both yourself and our brentford friends in fatal calamities. kick no man's box, never mind whose, in the way. mind your own box. you can't be too cautious, but don't be too suspicious. god bless you, my honest friend. go!"
and, flinging the door open for his exit, the doctor saw israel dart into the entry, vigorously spring down the stairs, and disappear with all celerity across the court into the vaulted way.
the man of wisdom stood mildly motionless a moment, with a look of sagacious, humane meditation on his face, as if pondering upon the chances of the important enterprise: one which, perhaps, might in the sequel affect the weal or woe of nations yet to come. then suddenly clapping his hand to his capacious coat-pocket, dragged out a bit of cork with some hen's feathers, and hurrying to his room, took out his knife, and proceeded to whittle away at a shuttlecock of an original scientific construction, which at some prior time he had promised to send to the young duchess d'abrantes that very afternoon.
safely reaching calais, at night, israel stepped almost from the diligence into the packet, and, in a few moments, was cutting the water. as on the diligence he took an outside and plebeian seat, so, with the same secret motive of preserving unsuspected the character assumed, he took a deck passage in the packet. it coming on to rain violently, he stole down into the forecastle, dimly lit by a solitary swinging lamp, where were two men industriously smoking, and filling the narrow hole with soporific vapors. these induced strange drowsiness in israel, and he pondered how best he might indulge it, for a time, without imperilling the precious documents in his custody.
but this pondering in such soporific vapors had the effect of those mathematical devices whereby restless people cipher themselves to sleep. his languid head fell to his breast. in another moment, he drooped half-lengthwise upon a chest, his legs outstretched before him.
presently he was awakened by some intermeddlement with his feet. starting to his elbow, he saw one of the two men in the act of slyly slipping off his right boot, while the left one, already removed, lay on the floor, all ready against the rascal's retreat had it not been for the lesson learned on the pont neuf, israel would instantly have inferred that his secret mission was known, and the operator some designed diplomatic knave or other, hired by the british cabinet, thus to lie in wait for him, fume him into slumber with tobacco, and then rifle him of his momentous dispatches. but as it was, he recalled doctor franklin's prudent admonitions against the indulgence of premature suspicions.
"sir," said israel very civilly, "i will thank you for that boot which lies on the floor, and, if you please, you can let the other stay where it is."
"excuse me," said the rascal, an accomplished, self-possessed practitioner in his thievish art; "i thought your boots might be pinching you, and only wished to ease you a little."
"much obliged to ye for your kindness, sir," said israel; "but they don't pinch me at all. i suppose, though, you think they wouldn't pinch you either; your foot looks rather small. were you going to try 'em on, just to see how they fitted?"
"no," said the fellow, with sanctimonious seriousness; "but with your permission i should like to try them on, when we get to dover. i couldn't try them well walking on this tipsy craft's deck, you know."
"no," answered israel, "and the beach at dover ain't very smooth either. i guess, upon second thought, you had better not try 'em on at all. besides, i am a simple sort of a soul—eccentric they call me—and don't like my boots to go out of my sight. ha! ha!"
"what are you laughing at?" said the fellow testily.
"odd idea! i was just looking at those sad old patched boots there on your feet, and thinking to myself what leaky fire-buckets they would be to pass up a ladder on a burning building. it would hardly be fair now to swop my new boots for those old fire-buckets, would it?"
"by plunko!" cried the fellow, willing now by a bold stroke to change the subject, which was growing slightly annoying; "by plunko, i believe we are getting nigh dover. let's see."
and so saying, he sprang up the ladder to the deck. upon israel following, he found the little craft half becalmed, rolling on short swells almost in the exact middle of the channel. it was just before the break of the morning; the air clear and fine; the heavens spangled with moistly twinkling stars. the french and english coasts lay distinctly visible in the strange starlight, the white cliffs of dover resembling a long gabled block of marble houses. both shores showed a long straight row of lamps. israel seemed standing in the middle of the crossing of some wide stately street in london. presently a breeze sprang up, and ere long our adventurer disembarked at his destined port, and directly posted on for brentford.
the following afternoon, having gained unobserved admittance into the house, according to preconcerted signals, he was sitting in squire woodcock's closet, pulling off his boots and delivering his dispatches.
having looked over the compressed tissuey sheets, and read a line particularly addressed to himself, the squire, turning round upon israel, congratulated him upon his successful mission, placed some refreshment before him, and apprised him that, owing to certain suspicious symptoms in the neighborhood, he (israel) must now remain concealed in the house for a day or two, till an answer should be ready for paris.
it was a venerable mansion, as was somewhere previously stated, of a wide and rambling disorderly spaciousness, built, for the most part, of weather-stained old bricks, in the goodly style called elizabethan. as without, it was all dark russet bricks, so within, it was nothing but tawny oak panels.
"now, my good fellow," said the squire, "my wife has a number of guests, who wander from room to room, having the freedom of the house. so i shall have to put you very snugly away, to guard against any chance of discovery."
so saying, first locking the door, he touched a spring nigh the open fire-place, whereupon one of the black sooty stone jambs of the chimney started ajar, just like the marble gate of a tomb. inserting one leg of the heavy tongs in the crack, the squire pried this cavernous gate wide open.
"why, squire woodcock, what is the matter with your chimney?" said israel.
"quick, go in."
"am i to sweep the chimney?" demanded israel; "i didn't engage for that."
"pooh, pooh, this is your hiding-place. come, move in."
"but where does it go to, squire woodcock? i don't like the looks of it."
"follow me. i'll show you."
pushing his florid corpulence into the mysterious aperture, the elderly squire led the way up steep stairs of stone, hardly two feet in width, till they reached a little closet, or rather cell, built into the massive main wall of the mansion, and ventilated and dimly lit by two little sloping slits, ingeniously concealed without, by their forming the sculptured mouths of two griffins cut in a great stone tablet decorating that external part of the dwelling. a mattress lay rolled up in one corner, with a jug of water, a flask of wine, and a wooden trencher containing cold roast beef and bread.
"and i am to be buried alive here?" said israel, ruefully looking round.
"but your resurrection will soon be at hand," smiled the squire; "two days at the furthest."
"though to be sure i was a sort of prisoner in paris, just as i seem about to be made here," said israel, "yet doctor franklin put me in a better jug than this, squire woodcock. it was set out with boquets and a mirror, and other fine things. besides, i could step out into the entry whenever i wanted."
"ah, but, my hero, that was in france, and this is in england. there you were in a friendly country: here you are in the enemy's. if you should be discovered in my house, and your connection with me became known, do you know that it would go very hard with me; very hard indeed?"
"then, for your sake, i am willing to stay wherever you think best to put me," replied israel.
"well, then, you say you want boquets and a mirror. if those articles will at all help to solace your seclusion, i will bring them to you."
"they really would be company; the sight of my own face particularly."
"stay here, then. i will be back in ten minutes."
in less than that time, the good old squire returned, puffing and panting, with a great bunch of flowers, and a small shaving-glass.
"there," said he, putting them down; "now keep perfectly quiet; avoid making any undue noise, and on no account descend the stairs, till i come for you again."
"but when will that be?" asked israel.
"i will try to come twice each day while you are here. but there is no knowing what may happen. if i should not visit you till i come to liberate you—on the evening of the second day, or the morning of the third—you must not be at all surprised, my good fellow. there is plenty of food-and water to last you. but mind, on no account descend the stone-stairs till i come for you."
with that, bidding his guest adieu, he left him.
israel stood glancing pensively around for a time. by and by, moving the rolled mattress under the two air-slits, he mounted, to try if aught were visible beyond. but nothing was to be seen but a very thin slice of blue sky peeping through the lofty foliage of a great tree planted near the side-portal of the mansion; an ancient tree, coeval with the ancient dwelling it guarded.
sitting down on the mattress, israel fell into a reverie.
"poverty and liberty, or plenty and a prison, seem to be the two horns of the constant dilemma of my life," thought he. "let's look at the prisoner."
and taking up the shaving-glass, he surveyed his lineaments.
"what a pity i didn't think to ask for razors and soap. i want shaving very badly. i shaved last in france. how it would pass the time here. had i a comb now and a razor, i might shave and curl my hair, and keep making a continual toilet all through the two days, and look spruce as a robin when i get out. i'll ask the squire for the things this very night when he drops in. hark! ain't that a sort of rumbling in the wall? i hope there ain't any oven next door; if so, i shall be scorched out. here i am, just like a rat in the wainscot. i wish there was a low window to look out of. i wonder what doctor franklin is doing now, and paul jones? hark! there's a bird singing in the leaves. bell for dinner, that."
and for pastime, he applied himself to the beef and bread, and took a draught of the wine and water.
at last night fell. he was left in utter darkness. no squire.
after an anxious, sleepless night, he saw two long flecks of pale gray light slanting into the cell from the slits, like two long spears. he rose, rolled up his mattress, got upon the roll, and put his mouth to one of the griffins' months. he gave a low, just audible whistle, directing it towards the foliage of the tree. presently there was a slight rustling among the leaves, then one solitary chirrup, and in three minutes a whole chorus of melody burst upon his ear.
"i've waked the first bird," said he to himself, with a smile, "and he's waked all the rest. now then for breakfast. that over, i dare say the squire will drop in."
but the breakfast was over, and the two flecks of pale light had changed to golden beams, and the golden beams grew less and less slanting, till they straightened themselves up out of sight altogether. it was noon, and no squire.
"he's gone a-hunting before breakfast, and got belated," thought israel.
the afternoon shadows lengthened. it was sunset; no squire.
"he must be very busy trying some sheep-stealer in the hall," mused israel. "i hope he won't forget all about me till to-morrow."
he waited and listened; and listened and waited.
another restless night; no sleep; morning came. the second day passed like the first, and the night. on the third morning the flowers lay shrunken by his side. drops of wet oozing through the air- slits, fell dully on the stone floor. he heard the dreary beatings of the tree's leaves against the mouths of the griffins, bedashing them with the spray of the rain-storm without. at intervals a burst of thunder rolled over his head, and lightning flashing down through the slits, lit up the cell with a greenish glare, followed by sharp splashings and rattlings of the redoubled rain-storm.
"this is the morning of the third day," murmured israel to himself; "he said he would at the furthest come to me on the morning of the third day. this is it. patience, he will be here yet. morning lasts till noon."
but, owing to the murkiness of the day, it was very hard to tell when noon came. israel refused to credit that noon had come and gone, till dusk set plainly in. dreading he knew not what, he found himself buried in the darkness of still another night. however patient and hopeful hitherto, fortitude now presently left him. suddenly, as if some contagious fever had seized him, he was afflicted with strange enchantments of misery, undreamed of till now.
he had eaten all the beef, but there was bread and water sufficient to last, by economy, for two or three days to come. it was not the pang of hunger then, but a nightmare originating in his mysterious incarceration, which appalled him. all through the long hours of this particular night, the sense of being masoned up in the wall, grew, and grew, and grew upon him, till again and again he lifted himself convulsively from the floor, as if vast blocks of stone had been laid on him; as if he had been digging a deep well, and the stonework with all the excavated earth had caved in upon him, where he burrowed ninety feet beneath the clover. in the blind tomb of the midnight he stretched his two arms sideways, and felt as if coffined at not being able to extend them straight out, on opposite sides, for the narrowness of the cell. he seated himself against one side of the wall, crosswise with the cell, and pushed with his feet at the opposite wall. but still mindful of his promise in this extremity, he uttered no cry. he mutely raved in the darkness. the delirious sense of the absence of light was soon added to his other delirium as to the contraction of space. the lids of his eyes burst with impotent distension. then he thought the air itself was getting unbearable. he stood up at the griffin slits, pressing his lips far into them till he moulded his lips there, to suck the utmost of the open air possible.
and continually, to heighten his frenzy, there recurred to him again and again what the squire had told him as to the origin of the cell. it seemed that this part of the old house, or rather this wall of it, was extremely ancient, dating far beyond the era of elizabeth, having once formed portion of a religious retreat belonging to the templars. the domestic discipline of this order was rigid and merciless in the extreme. in a side wall of their second storey chapel, horizontal and on a level with the floor, they had an internal vacancy left, exactly of the shape and average size of a coffin. in this place, from time to time, inmates convicted of contumacy were confined; but, strange to say, not till they were penitent. a small hole, of the girth of one's wrist, sunk like a telescope three feet through the masonry into the cell, served at once for ventilation, and to push through food to the prisoner. this hole opening into the chapel also enabled the poor solitaire, as intended, to overhear the religious services at the altar; and, without being present, take part in the same. it was deemed a good sign of the state of the sufferer's soul, if from the gloomy recesses of the wall was heard the agonized groan of his dismal response. this was regarded in the light of a penitent wail from the dead, because the customs of the order ordained that when any inmate should be first incarcerated in the wall, he should be committed to it in the presence of all the brethren, the chief reading the burial service as the live body was sepulchred. sometimes several weeks elapsed ere the disentombment, the penitent being then usually found numb and congealed in all his extremities, like one newly stricken with paralysis.
this coffin-cell of the templars had been suffered to remain in the demolition of the general edifice, to make way for the erection of the new, in the reign of queen elizabeth. it was enlarged somewhat, and altered, and additionally ventilated, to adapt it for a place of concealment in times of civil dissension.
with this history ringing in his solitary brain, it may readily be conceived what israel's feelings must have been. here, in this very darkness, centuries ago, hearts, human as his, had mildewed in despair; limbs, robust as his own, had stiffened in immovable torpor.
at length, after what seemed all the prophetic days and years of daniel, morning broke. the benevolent light entered the cell, soothing his frenzy, as if it had been some smiling human face—nay, the squire himself, come at last to redeem him from thrall. soon his dumb ravings entirely left him, and gradually, with a sane, calm mind, he revolved all the circumstances of his condition.
he could not be mistaken; something fatal must have befallen his friend. israel remembered the squire's hinting that in case of the discovery of his clandestine proceedings it would fare extremely hard with him, israel was forced to conclude that this same unhappy discovery had been made; that owing to some untoward misadventure his good friend had been carried off a state-prisoner to london; that prior to his going the squire had not apprised any member of his household that he was about to leave behind him a prisoner in the wall; this seemed evident from the circumstance that, thus far, no soul had visited that prisoner. it could not be otherwise. doubtless the squire, having no opportunity to converse in private with his relatives or friends at the moment of his sudden arrest, had been forced to keep his secret, for the present, for fear of involving israel in still worse calamities. but would he leave him to perish piecemeal in the wall? all surmise was baffled in the unconjecturable possibilities of the case. but some sort of action must speedily be determined upon. israel would not additionally endanger the squire, but he could not in such uncertainty consent to perish where he was. he resolved at all hazards to escape, by stealth and noiselessly, if possible; by violence and outcry, if indispensable.
gliding out of the cell, he descended the stone stairs, and stood before the interior of the jamb. he felt an immovable iron knob, but no more. he groped about gently for some bolt or spring. when before he had passed through the passage with his guide, he had omitted to notice by what precise mechanism the jamb was to be opened from within, or whether, indeed, it could at all be opened except from without.
he was about giving up the search in despair, after sweeping with his two hands every spot of the wall-surface around him, when chancing to turn his whole body a little to one side, he heard a creak, and saw a thin lance of light. his foot had unconsciously pressed some spring laid in the floor. the jamb was ajar. pushing it open, he stood at liberty, in the squire's closet.
