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All was happening for the best, if it only gave me back David. "Now good-bye I must be off." "Whither?" said my father, rousing himself. "To try and save the house and the tan-yard I fear we must give up the mill. No, don't hold me, Phineas. I run no risk: everybody knows me. Besides, I am young. There! see after your father. I shall come back in good time."
The little door was on the Norton Bury side, and was hid from the opposite shore, where the rioters had now collected. In a minute we had crept forth, and dashed out of sight, in the narrow path which had been made from the mill to the tan-yard. "Will you take my arm? we must get on fast." "Home?" said my father, as John led him passively along. "No, sir, not home: they are there before you.
Passing the tan-yard John proposed that we should call for my father. My poor father; now daily growing more sour and old, and daily leaning more and more upon John, who never ceased to respect, and make every one else respect, his master. Though still ostensibly a 'prentice, he had now the business almost entirely in his hands.
After that day, though he kept his word, and remained in the tan-yard, and though from time to time I heard of him always accidentally, after that day for two long years I never once saw the face of John Halifax. It was the year 1800, long known in English households as "the dear year."
She had stayed there for about a month after her child's death, and she travelled back to town with a Letherhead woman, who had married a journeyman tanner, who formerly worked in the Letherhead tan-yard, and had now moved to Bermondsey, a horrid hole, worse than Great Ormond Street.
I will not vouch for the verity of this tale, but I have heard, since my arrival in England, that the same trick was actually played on a savage mastiff belonging to a tan-yard, that would not permit a stranger near the premises without tearing him to pieces, but the moment he saw this curious figure he took refuge in a drying-house, and for some time after on the least noise he would hide himself, thinking, no doubt, it was his friend with his head between his legs again.
"Thee art not hurt? Nor any one?" "No," John answered; "nor is either the house or the tan-yard injured." He looked amazed. "How has that been?" "Phineas will tell you. Or, stay better wait till you are at home." But my father insisted on hearing. I told the whole, without any comments on John's behaviour; he would not have liked it; and, besides, the facts spoke for themselves.
Over these mysterious figures was written, in large letters, The Templeton Coffee-house, and Travellers Hotel, and beneath them, By Habakkuk Foote and Joshua Knapp. This was a fearful rival to the Bold Dragoon, as our readers will the more readily perceive when we add that the same sonorous names were to be seen over a newly erected store in the village, a hatters shop, and the gates of a tan-yard.
"Is the river rising still, father? Will it do any harm to the tan-yard?" "What dost thee know about the tan-yard!" "Only John Halifax was saying " "John Halifax had better hold his tongue." I held mine. My father puffed away in silence till I came to bid him good-night. I think the sound of my crutches on the floor stirred him out of a long meditation, in which his ill-humour had ebbed away.
They have established a sawmill, a tan-yard, and cabinet-maker's, blacksmith's, wagon-maker's, tailor's, shoemaker's, carpenter's, and tin shops.
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