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The Trumpet-Major
Thomas Hardy
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The Trumpet-Major
Thomas Hardy
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Hardy distrusted the application of nineteenth-century empiricism to history because he felt it marginalized important human elements. In The Trumpet-Major, the tale of a woman courted by three competing suitors during the Napoleonic wars, he explores the subversive effects of ordinary human desire and conflicting loyalties on systematized versions of history. This edition restores Hardy's original punctuation and removes the bowdlerisms forced upon the text on its initial publication.
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ClassicsXXXIII. A DISCOVERY TURNS THE SCALE
In four-and-twenty hours Bob had recovered. But though physically himself again, he was not at all sure of his position as a patriot. He had that practical knowledge of seamanship of which the country stood much in need, and it was humiliating to find that impressment seemed to be necessary to teach him to use it for her advantage. Many neighbouring young men, less fortunate than himself, had been pressed and taken; and their absence seemed a reproach to him. He went away by himself into the mill-roof, and, surrounded by the corn-heaps, gave vent to self-condemnation.
âCertainly, I am no man to lie here so long for the pleasure of sighting that young girl forty times a day, and letting her sight meâbless her eyes!âtill I must needs want a press-gang to teach me what Iâve forgot. And is it then all over with me as a British sailor? Weâll see.â
When he was thrown under the influence of Anneâs eyes again, which were more tantalizingly beautiful than ever just now (so it seemed to him), his intention of offering his services to the Government would wax weaker, and he would put off his final decision till the next day. Anne saw these fluctuations of his mind between love and patriotism, and being terrified by what she had heard of sea-fights, used the utmost art of which she was capable to seduce him from his forming purpose. She came to him in the mill, wearing the very prettiest of her morning jacketsâthe one that only just passed the waist, and was laced so tastefully round the collar and bosom. Then she would appear in her new hat, with a bouquet of primroses on one side; and on the following Sunday she walked before him in lemon-coloured boots, so that her feet looked like a pair of yellow-hammers flitting under her dress.
But dress was the least of the means she adopted for chaining him down. She talked more tenderly than ever; asked him to begin small undertakings in the garden on her account; she sang about the house, that the place might seem cheerful when he came in. This singing for a purpose required great effort on her part, leaving her afterwards very sad. When Bob asked her what was the matter, she would say, âNothing; only I am thinking how you will grieve your father, and cross his purposes, if you carry out your unkind notion of going to sea, and forsaking your place in the mill.â
âYes,â Bob would say uneasily. âIt will trouble him, I know.â
Being also quite aware how it would trouble her, he would again postpone, and thus another week passed away.
All this time John had not come once to the mill. It appeared as if Miss Johnson absorbed all his time and thoughts. Bob was often seen chuckling over the circumstance. âA sly rascal!â he said. âPretending on the day she came to be married that she was not good enough for me, when it was only that he wanted her for himself. How he could have persuaded her to go away is beyond me to say!â
Anne could not contest this belief of her loverâs, and remained silent; but there had more than once occurred to her mind a doubt of its probability. Yet she had only abandoned her opinion that John had schemed for Matilda, to embrace the opposite error; that, finding he had wronged the young lady, he had pitied and grown to love her.
âAnd yet Jack, when he was a boy, was the simplest fellow alive,â resumed Bob. âBy George, though, I should have been hot against him for such a trick, if in losing her I hadnât found a better! But sheâll never come down to him in the world: she has high notions now. I am afraid heâs doomed to sigh in vain!â
Though Bob regretted this possibility, the feeling was not reciprocated by Anne. It was true that she knew nothing of Matildaâs temporary treachery, and that she disbelieved the story of her lack of virtue; but she did not like the woman. âPerhaps it will not matter if he is doomed to sigh in vain,â she said. âBut I owe him no ill-will. I have profited by his doings, incomprehensible as they are.â And she bent her fair eyes on Bob and smiled.
Bob looked dubious. âHe thinks he has affronted me, now I have seen through him, and that I shall be against meeting him. But, of course, I am not so touchy. I can stand a practical joke, as can any man who has been afloat. Iâll call and see him, and tell him so.â
Before he started, Bob bethought him of something which would still further prove to the misapprehending John that he was entirely forgiven. He went to his room, and took from his chest a packet containing a lock of Miss Johnsonâs hair, which she had given him during their brief acquaintance, and which till now he had quite forgotten. When, at starting, he wished Anne goodbye, it was accompanied by such a beaming face, that she knew he was full of an idea, and asked what it might be that pleased him so.
âWhy, this,â he said, smacking his breast-pocket. âA lock of hair that Matilda gave me.â
Anne sank back with parted lips.
âI am going to give it to Jackâheâll jump for joy to get it! And it will show him how willing I am to give her up to him, fine piece as she is.â
âWill you see her to-day, Bob?â Anne asked with an uncertain smile.
âO noâunless it is by accident.â
On reaching the outskirts of the town he went straight to the barracks, and was lucky enough to find John in his room, at the left-hand corner of the quadrangle. John was glad to see him; but to Bobâs surprise he showed no immediate contrition, and thus afforded no room for the brotherly speech of forgiveness which Bob had been going to deliver. As the trumpet-major did not open the subject, Bob felt it desirable to begin himself.
âI have brought ye something that you will value, Jack,â he said, as they sat at the window, overlooking the large square barrack-yard. âI have got no further use for it, and you should have had it before if it had entered my head.â
âThank you, Bob; what is it?â said John, looking absently at an awkward squad of young men who were drilling in the enclosure.
ââTis a young womanâs lock of hair.â
âAh!â said John, quite recovering from his abstraction, and slightly flushing. Could Bob and Anne have quarrelled? Bob drew the paper from his pocket, and opened it.
âBlack!â said John.
âYesâblack enough.â
âWhose?â
âWhy, Matildaâs.â
âO, Matildaâs!â
âWhose did you think then?â
Instead of replying, the trumpet-majorâs face became as red as sunset, and he turned to the window to hide his confusion.
Bob was silent, and then he, too, looked into the court. At length he arose, walked to his brother, and laid his hand upon his shoulder. âJack,â he said, in an altered voice, âyou are a good fellow. Now I see it all.â
âO noâthatâs nothing,â said John hastily.
âYouâve been pretending that you care for this woman that I mightnât blame myself for heaving you out from the otherâwhich is what Iâve done without knowing it.â
âWhat does it matter?â
âBut it does matter! Iâve been making you unhappy all these weeks and weeks through my thoughtlessness. They seemed to think at home, you know, John, that you had grown not to care for her; or I wouldnât have done it for all the world!â
âYou stick to her, Bob, and never mind me. She belongs to you. She loves you. I have no claim upon her, and she thinks nothing about me.â
âShe likes you, John, thoroughly well; so does everybody; and if I hadnât come home, putting my foot in itâ That coming home of mine has been a regular blight upon the family! I ought never to have stayed. The sea is my home, and why couldnât I bide there?â
The trumpet-major drew Bobâs discourse off the subject as soon as he could, and Bob, after some unconsidered replies and remarks, seemed willing to avoid it for the present. He did not ask John to accompany him home, as he had intended; and on leaving the barracks turned southward and entered the town to wander about till he could decide what to do.
It was the 3rd of September, but the Kingâs watering-place still retained its summer aspect. The royal bathing-machine had been drawn out just as Bob reached Gloucester Buildings, and he waited a minute, in the lack of other distraction, to look on. Immediately that the Kingâs machine had entered the water a group of florid men with fiddles, violoncellos, a trombone, and a drum, came forward, packed themselves into another machine that was in waiting, and were drawn out into the waves in the Kingâs rear. All that was to be heard for a few minutes were the slow pulsations of the sea; and then a deafening noise burst from the interior of the second machine with power enough to split the boards asunder; it was the condensed mass of musicians inside, striking up the strains of âGod save the King,â as his Majestyâs head rose from the water. Bob took off his hat and waited till the end of the performance, which, intended as a pleasant surprise to George III. by the loyal burghers, was possibly in the watery circumstances tolerated rather than desired by that dripping monarch.
Loveday then passed on to the harbour, where he remained awhile, looking at the busy scene of loading and unloading craft and swabbing the decks of yachts; at the boats and barges rubbing against the quay wall, and at the houses of the merchants, some ancient structures of solid stone, others green-shuttered with heavy wooden bow-windows which appeared as if about to drop into the harbour by their own weight. All these things he gazed upon, and thought of one thingâthat he had caused great misery to his brother John.
The town clock struck, and Bob retraced his steps till he again approached the Esplanade and Gloucester Lodge, where the morning sun blazed in upon the house fronts, and not a spot of shade seemed to be attainable. A huzzaing attracted his attention, and he observed that a number of people had gathered before the Kingâs residence, where a brown curricle had stopped, out of which stepped a hale man in the prime of life, wearing a blue uniform, gilt epaulettes, cocked hat, and sword, who crossed the pavement and went in. Bob went up and joined the group. âWhatâs going on?â he said.
âCaptain Hardy,â replied a bystander.
âWhat of him?â
âJust gone inâwaiting to see the King.â
âBut the captain is in the West Indies?â
âNo. The fleet is come home; they canât find the French anywhere.â
âWill they go and look for them again?â asked Bob.
âO yes. Nelson is determined to find âem. As soon as heâs refitted heâll put to sea again. Ah, hereâs the King coming in.â
Bob was so interested in what he had just heard that he scarcely noticed the arrival of the King, and a body of attendant gentlemen. He went on thinking of his new knowledge; Captain Hardy was come. He was doubtless staying with his family at their small manor-house at Posâham, a few miles from Overcombe, where he usually spent the intervals between his different cruises.
Loveday returned to the mill without further delay; and shortly explaining that John was very well, and would come soon, went on to talk of the arrival of Nelsonâs captain.
âAnd is he come at last?â said the miller, throwing his thoughts years backward. âWell can I mind when he first left home to go on board the Helena as midshipman!â
âThatâs not much to remember. I can remember it too,â said Mrs. Loveday.
ââTis more than twenty years ago anyhow. And more than that, I can mind when he was born; I was a lad, serving my âprenticeship at the time. He has been in this house often and often when âa was young. When he came home after his first voyage he stayed about here a long time, and used to look in at the mill whenever he went past. âWhat will you be next, sir?â said mother to him one day as he stood with his back to the doorpost. âA lieutenant, Dame Loveday,â says he. âAnd what next?â says she. âA commander.â âAnd next?â âNext, post-captain.â âAnd then?â âThen it will be almost time to die.â Iâd warrant that heâd mind it to this very day if you were to ask him.â
Bob heard all this with a manner of preoccupation, and soon retired to the mill. Thence he went to his room by the back passage, and taking his old seafaring garments from a dark closet in the wall conveyed them to the loft at the top of the mill, where he occupied the remaining spare moments of the day in brushing the mildew from their folds, and hanging each article by the window to get aired. In the evening he returned to the loft, and dressing himself in the old salt suit, went out of the house unobserved by anybody, and ascended the road towards Captain Hardyâs native village and present temporary home.
The shadeless downs were now brown with the droughts of the passing summer, and few living things met his view, the natural rotundity of the elevation being only occasionally disturbed by the presence of a barrow, a thorn-bush, or a piece of dry wall which remained from some attempted enclosure. By the time that he reached the village it was dark, and the larger stars had begun to shine when he walked up to the door of the old-fashioned house which was the family residence of this branch of the South-Wessex Hardys.
âWill the captain allow me to wait on him to-night?â inquired Loveday, explaining who and what he was.
The servant went away for a few minutes, and then told Bob that he might see the captain in the morning.
âIf thatâs the case, Iâll come again,â replied Bob, quite cheerful that failure was not absolute.
He had left the door but a few steps when he was called back and asked if he had walked all the way from Overcombe Mill on purpose.
Loveday replied modestly that he had done so.
âThen will you come in?â He followed the speaker into a small study or office, and in a minute or two Captain Hardy entered.
The captain at this time was a bachelor of thirty-five, rather stout in build, with light eyes, bushy eyebrows, a square broad face, plenty of chin, and a mouth whose corners played between humour and grimness. He surveyed Loveday from top to toe.
âRobert Loveday, sir, son of the miller at Overcombe,â said Bob, making a low bow.
âAh! I remember your father, Loveday,â the gallant seaman replied. âWell, what do you want to say to me?â Seeing that Bob found it rather difficult to begin, he leant leisurely against the mantelpiece, and went on, âIs your father well and hearty? I have not seen him for many, many years.â
âQuite well, thank âee.â
âYou used to have a brother in the army, I think? What was his nameâJohn? A very fine fellow, if I recollect.â
âYes, capân; heâs there still.â
âAnd you are in the merchant-service?â
âLate first mate of the brig Pewit.â
âHow is it youâre not on board a man-of-war?â
âAy, sir, thatâs the thing Iâve come about,â said Bob, recovering confidence. âI should have been, but âtis womankind has hampered me. Iâve waited and waited on at home because of a young womanâlady, I might have said, for sheâs sprung from a higher class of society than I. Her father was a landscape painterâmaybe youâve heard of him, sir? The name is Garland.â
âHe painted that view of our village here,â said Captain Hardy, looking towards a dark little picture in the corner of the room.
Bob looked, and went on, as if to the picture, âWell, sir, I have found thatâ However, the press-gang came a week or two ago, and didnât get hold of me. I didnât care to go aboard as a pressed man.â
âThere has been a severe impressment. It is of course a disagreeable necessity, but it canât be helped.â
âSince then, sir, something has happened that makes me wish they had found me, and I have come to-night to ask if I could enter on board your ship the Victory.â
The captain shook his head severely, and presently observed: âI am g...