The Lord of the Sea Part 15

Suddenly he remembered that visit to the forge at Thring, and the present of herrings which old Tom in his guernsey, had brought.

"Here--take 'em--they're yours", old Tom had said.

He had just then, he remembered, been on the point of going into the cottage to examine his guns, when the old man came, and stopped him--a fatal, appointed thing, apparently. Had he actually gone, he would have found the guns vanished, and would never have been condemned....

And what was it that the old man had said about fish, and fishermen, and the sea?

He bent his brow to it, and finally remembered: "The day's work of a fisherman gives him enough fish to live on all the week, and he could lie round idling the other six days, if he chose; only anybody can't live on nothing but fish all the time".

Was it true? Yes! He remembered facts of Yarmouth....

But since true, it was--strange.

Was the sea, then, a more productive element for men to work in than the land? No, that was absurd: the land, in the nature of things, was more productive.

Then, why could not _all_ men procure an easy superfluity by one day's work, as the fisher could, if he chose to live naked in a cave, eating fish alone? In that case the fisher could change some of his day's-work fish for the sh.o.r.e people's day's-work things, and so all have a variety as well as superabundance.

At the interest of this question, he leapt from his hammock, peering into that thing, and his fleet feet were away, running after the truth with that rapt abandonment that had characterized his hunting and football. This was clear: that there was some difference between land and sea as working-grounds for men. Sh.o.r.e people, like a shoemaker, did not have for themselves enough shoes from even five, or six, days' work on which to live in plenty for a week: and hence would take nothing less than an enormous quant.i.ty of the fisher's fish in exchange for a pair of shoes, making him, too, poor as themselves. But since land work was as productive as sea work, and far more so, it could only be that the shoemaker did not get for himself all the shoes which he made, as the fisher got for himself all the fish which he caught: some power took from sh.o.r.e people a large part of what they made, a power which did not exist on the sea. That much was sure.

What was this power, this inherent difference?

He could think of no inherent difference except this: that sh.o.r.e workers paid rent for land--directly and indirectly--in a million subtle ways; but fishers paid none for the sea.

So, then, if sh.o.r.e folk paid no rent, they would have a still greater superfluity of shoes, etc., from one day's labour in six than the fish-rich fisher?

So it seemed. So it _was_--as with savages. He started! But one minute's reflection showed him that it was in the very nature of the sh.o.r.e to pay rent: because one piece of land was better than another--City land, for instance--and those working on the better must pay for that benefit.

Civilized land, therefore, was bound to pay rent.

So that the sh.o.r.e people could never have the easy superfluity of the fish-rich fisher--because land was bound to pay rent? And the fisher must buy the sh.o.r.e things so dear with his easy-got fish, toiling, he, too, all the week--because land was bound to pay rent?

The wretchedness of Man, then, was a Law?

Hogarth, confronted by a wall, groaned, and while his body was cold, his brow rolled with sweat, he feeling himself on the brink of some truth profound as the roots of the mountains....

"Land was bound to pay rent": he reached that point; and there remained.

"But suppose the workers on sh.o.r.e paid the rent _among themselves_....?"

At last those words: and he gave out a shout which begat mouths of echo through the galleries of Colmoor.

"If the workers on sh.o.r.e paid rent among one another"--then they would--on the whole--be in the very position of the fish-rich workers on sea, who paid no rent at all, the nation--as a whole--living on its country rent-free: England English, America American, as the sea human: and our race might then begin to think, to live!

It seemed too sublime--and divine--to be true! Again, point by point, he went over his reasoning with prying eye; and, on coming back to the same conclusion, hugged himself, moaning. At last--he knew.

And away now with the dullness and lowness! That blithe and hand-clapping day! Good-bye, Colmoor! the daily ma.s.sacre, the shame and care. Men could begin--if in a baby way at first--to think, to see, to sing, to live.

He saw, indeed, that that would hardly have been fair business if he, for example, had paid his rent to the English Nation instead of to Frankl, Frankl having bought Lagden with money earned. But he thought that Frankl would hardly be slow to resign that rent, if once he was shown....

But if Frankl _was_ slow--what then?

The oblong of ribbed gla.s.s over his flap-table showed a greyness of morning, as he asked himself that thing.

In that case--Frankl could be argued with.

But if he still refused?

Then the question could be gone into as to whether that which is good for forty millions, though apparently bad for Frankl, is not _forty million times_ more just than unjust, goodness being justice; also, as to which had the primary right to England, Frankl or the English.

But if he still refused?

Suddenly Hogarth giggled--his first laugh in Colmoor.

_That_ could be arranged....

For him, Hogarth, the great fact was this: that he saw light. Into that humble cell the rays of Heaven had blazed.

After standing motionless a long time, he dropped to his knees, and "O, Thou, Thou", he said....

An hour later, when asked by an orderly if he wished to see doctor or governor, he replied: "The Governor".

XVIII

CHLOROFORM

(Captain Bucknill, the Governor, was making his morning rounds, when he heard that among the convicts claiming to see him was 76.)

A little man, prim, snappy, compact: an army officer, with moustachios stuck upon him, to curve and finish him off.

"Well, what is it, 76?" said he busily at the cell door.

Hogarth struck a hand-salute--his old habit on His Majesty's s.h.i.+ps.

"Sir, I wished to tell you that I have determined to escape from this prison--if I can".

"Indeed, now! This is a most refres.h.i.+ng candour, 76!"

"I have said what I had to say", said Hogarth. "You keep a sharp eye on me, and I, too, will keep a sharp eye".

The Governor puffed a breath of laughter, turned on his heels, walked away, and that day spoke to three officials with regard to Convict 76.

And during a week Hogarth lay deep, chained, in a punishment-cell.

But during its first four days he had invented three separate plans of escape, and had determined upon the one which seemed the surest, though longest.