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At length Pomareh himself, with his whole family, yielded to the arguments of the Missionary Nott, allowed himself to be baptized, and died as a Christian, in the prime of life, in consequence of an immoderate indulgence in the spirituous liquors which he had obtained from the ships of his new brethren.
Nott was a narrower man than Pollock. When he got his orders he regarded them as strictly binding, no matter how unpalatable the injunctions.
I have, in the course of my life, become more or less acquainted with many able men, and Dr. Nott was the most remarkable of all the teachers I have ever known, considering the limitation of his position and profession, that of a Presbyterian clergyman in a time when sectarian differences ran high, and his sect had no lead in public opinion.
"Well done, mate!" exclaimed Tom Marline from aft. "And now just come and have a look at Mr Nott. I think that he's coming to." "And I do hope that Harry isn't killed either!" cried Fid. "He's breathing, and that's more than dead men can do."
"She does not look like an English craft, and may be an enemy a privateer probably," was the answer. "I suppose, sir, you'll think fit to hold on and try and get away from her?" continued Paul. "It will soon be growing dark, and if the weather becomes thick, as it promises to do, we may alter our course without being discovered." "Yes, exactly that is just my idea," observed Mr Nott.
The thought did not increase his complacency as Nott softly returned. "It's all right," he began with a certain satisfaction in this rare opportunity for Machiavellian diplomacy, "it's all fixed now. Rosey tumbled to it at once, partiklerly when I said you was bound to go. 'But wot makes Mr.
Renshaw wouldn't mind sittin' down on that locker until I've strapped this yer box." "But what does it all mean, father?" said Rosey, taking the old man by the lapels of his sea-jacket, and slightly emphasizing her question. "What in the name of goodness are you doing?" "Breakin' camp, Rosey dear, breakin' camp, jist ez we uster," replied Nott with cheerful philosophy.
We killed many, butt there weare devils who took my son up in ye air so I could never again get him back. Our warre song grew still on our lipps, as ye snow falling in ye forest. I have nott any more warred to the North, until I was told by ye spirits to go to ye ffrench & recover my son. My friend, I have dreamed you weare my son;" and henceforth I was not hurted nor starved for food.
The superstitious reverence in which Abner Nott held his monstrous fancy was naturally enhanced by his purely bucolic exaggeration of its real functions and its native element.
"Never fear, sir," observed Paul; "our Captain will know how to tackle with her, whatever she is." While this conversation was going forward, True Blue hailed that the frigate was again making signals, and on Johnny Nott referring to his book he discovered that it was a reprimand ordering him to make all sail to the eastward.
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