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Chapter 2. Uncle Murray's Lecture |
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_ CHAPTER TWO. UNCLE MURRAY'S LECTURE "Every man to his taste, Ned, my boy," said Johnstone Murray, gentleman, to his nephew, who was home for a visit to his uncle--he called it home, for he had never known any other, and visited this but rarely, his life having been spent during the past four years at a Devon rectory, where a well-known clergyman received four pupils. As the above words were said about six months before the start up the Salan River, Ned Murray's guardian raised a large magnifying-glass and carefully examined a glittering fragment of stone, while the boy leaned over the table upon which his elbows rested, and eagerly watched his uncle's actions. "Is that gold, uncle?" "Eh? gold? nonsense. Pyrites--mingling of iron and sulphur, Ned. Beautiful radiated lines, those. But, as I was saying, every man to his taste. Some people who have plenty of money like to go for a ride in the park, and then dress for dinner, and eat and drink more than is good for them. I don't. Such a life as that would drive me mad." "But you didn't answer my question, uncle." "Yes, I did, Ned. I said it was pyrites." "No, no. I mean the other one, uncle. Will you take me?" "Get away with you! Go back to the rectory and read up, and by-and-by we'll send you to Oxford, and you shall be a parson, or a barrister, or--" "Oh, uncle, it's too bad of you! I want to do as you do. I say: do take me!" "What for?" "Because I want to go. I won't be any trouble to you, and I'll work hard and rough it, as you call it; and I know so much about what you do that I'm sure I can be very useful; and then you know what you've often said to me about its being so dull out in the wilds by yourself, and you would have me to talk to of a night." "Silence! Be quiet, you young tempter. Take you, you soft green sapling! Why, you have no more muscle and endurance than a twig." "Twigs grow into stout branches, uncle." "Look here, sir: did your tutor teach you to argue your uncle to death when you wanted to get your own way?" "No, uncle." "Do you think I should be doing my duty as your guardian if I took you right away into a savage country, to catch fevers and sunstrokes, and run risks of being crushed by elephants, bitten by poisonous reptiles, swallowed by crocodiles, or to form a lunch for a fastidious tiger tired of blacks?" "Now you are laughing at me again," said the boy. "No, sir. There are risks to be encountered." "They wouldn't hurt me any more than they would you, uncle." "There you are again, arguing in that abominable way! No, sir; I shall not take you. At your ago education is the thing to study, and nothing else. Now, be quiet!" and Johnstone Murray's eyes looked pleasant, though his freckled brown face looked hard, and his eyes seemed to say that there was a smile hidden under the grizzled curly red beard which covered the lower part of his face. "There, uncle, now I have got you. You've said to me scores of times that there was no grander education for a man than the study of the endless beauties of nature." "Be quiet, Ned. There never was such a fellow as you for disputing." "But you did say so, uncle." "Well, sir, and it's quite right. It is grand! But you are not a man." "Not yet, but I suppose I shall be, some day." "Not if I take you out with me to catch jungle fever." "Oh, bother the old jungle fever!" "So say I, Ned, and success to quinine." "To be sure. Hurrah for quinine! You said you took it often in swampy places to keep off the fever." "That's quite right, Ned." "Very well then, uncle; I'll take it too, as much as ever you like. Now, will you let me go?" "And what would the rector say?" "I don't know, uncle. I don't want to be a barrister. I want to be what you are." "A rough, roaming, dreamy, restless being, who is always wandering about all over the world." "And what would England have been, uncle, if some of us had not been restless and wandered all over the world." Johnstone Murray, gentleman and naturalist, sat back in his chair and laughed. "Oh, you may laugh, uncle!" said the boy with his face flushed. "You laugh because I said some of us: I meant some of you. Look at the discoveries that have been made; look at the wonders brought home; look at that, for instance," cried the boy, snatching up the piece of pale, yellowish-green, metallic-looking stone. "See there; by your discoveries you were able to tell me that this piece which you brought home from abroad is pyrites, and--" "Hold your tongue, you young donkey. I did not bring that stone home from abroad, for I picked it up the other day under the cliff at Ventnor, and you might have known what it was from any book on chemistry or mineralogy.--So you want to travel?" "Yes, uncle, yes!" cried the boy. "Very well, then; get plenty of books, and read them in an easy-chair, and then you can follow the footsteps of travellers all round the world without getting shipwrecked, or having your precious soft young body damaged in any way." "Oh dear! oh dear!" sighed the boy; "it's very miserable not to be able to do as you like." "No, it isn't, stupid! It's very miserable to be able to do nearly as you like. Nobody can quite, from the Queen down to the dirtiest little boy in the streets. The freest man finds that he has the hardest master to satisfy--himself." "Oh, I say, uncle!" cried the boy; "don't, don't, please; that doesn't seem like you. It's like being at the rectory. Don't you begin to lecture me." "Oh, very well, Ned. I've done." "That's right; and remember you said example was better than precept." "And so it is, Ned." "Very well then, uncle!" cried the boy; "I want to follow your example and go abroad." Johnstone Murray brought his fist down bang upon the table of his study--the table covered with books, minerals, bird-skins, fossils, bones, and the miscellaneous odds and ends which a naturalist delights in collecting round him in his half study, half museum, where as in this case, everything was so sacred that the housemaid dared hardly enter the place, and the result was a cloud of dust which immediately made Ned sneeze violently. Then his uncle sneezed; then Ned sneezed; then they both sneezed together, and again and again. "Oh, I say, uncle!" cried Ned; and he sneezed once more. "Er tchishou! Bless the king!--queen I mean," said the naturalist. "You shouldn't, uncle," cried the boy, now laughing immoderately, as his uncle sneezed and choked, and wiped his eyes. "It was all your fault, you young nuisance. Dear me, this dust--" "Ought to be saved for snuff." "Now, look here, Ned," said Mr Murray at last. "I do not say that some day when you have grown up to be a man, I may not ask you to accompany me on an expedition into some new untried country, such as the part of the Malay Peninsula I am off to visit next." "How long will it be before you consider I am a man, uncle?" "Let's see; how old are you now?" "Sixteen turned, uncle." "Humph! Well, suppose we say at one and twenty." "Five years!" cried the boy in despair. "Why, by that time there will not be a place that you have not searched. There will be nothing left to discover, and--" (a sneeze), "there's that dust again." "You miserable young ignoramus! what are you talking about?" cried the naturalist. "Why, if a man could live to be a hundred, and have a hundred lives, he would not achieve to a hundredth part of what there is to be discovered in this grand--this glorious world." He stood up with one hand resting on the table, and began to gesticulate with the other. "Why, my dear boy, before I was your age I had begun to take an active interest in natural history, and for considerably over twenty years now I have been hard at work, with my eyes gradually opening to the wonders on every hand, till I begin now to feel sorrow and delight at how little I know and how much there is yet to learn." "Yes, uncle; go on," cried the boy, eagerly. "You said I was not to lecture you." "But I like it when you talk that way." "Ah, Ned, Ned! there's no fear of one's getting to the end," said Murray, half sadly; "life is far too short for that, but the life of even the most humble naturalist is an unceasing education. He is always learning--always finding out how beautiful are the works of the Creator. They are endless, Ned, my boy. The grand works of creation are spread out before us, and the thirst for knowledge increases, and the draughts we drink from the great fount of nature are more delicious each time we raise the cup." Ned's chin was now upon his thumbs, his elbows on the table once more, and his eyes sparkled with intense delight as he gazed on the animated countenance of the man before him; for that face was lit up, the broad forehead looked noble, and his voice was now deep and low, and now rang out loudly, as if he were some great teacher declaiming to his pupil on the subject nearest to his heart. Till it suddenly dawned upon him that, instead of quenching, he was increasing the thirst of the boy gazing excitedly in his eyes, and he stopped short in the lamest way, just as he was rising up to the highest pitch of his eloquence. "Yes, uncle, yes!" cried Ned. "Go on--go on." "Eh? No; that's all, my boy; that's all." "But that isn't all!" cried Ned excitedly, rising now. "That's only the beginning of what I want to learn. I want to road in those books, uncle. I want to drink from that glorious fountain whose draughts are sweeter every time. I want to--I want to--I want to--Oh uncle, oh uncle, go on! do take me with you, there's a dear old chap." The boy stretched out his hand, which was slowly taken and pressed as Johnstone Murray said in a subdued tone: "God grant that I may be doing rightly for you, Ned. You've beaten me finely with my own weapons, my boy." "And you'll take me?" "Yes, Ned, I give in. You shall be my companion now." "Hurrah!" Ned sprang on to his chair, then on to the table, and waved his hand above his head. A month later he was on his way in one of the French boats to Singapore, from whence, after making a few final preparations, they went up in a small trading-steamer to the little settlement of Dindong, on the Salan River. Here they made a fortnight's stay to engage a boat and men, and learn a little more of the land they were to explore, and at last the morning came when they parted from the hospitable merchant to whom Murray had had introductions; and the bamboo wharf had faded quite from sight, when Ned Murray again cried excitedly: "Hurrah! Off at last!" _ |
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