From Squire to Squatter Part 7

And so, albeit Archie had carried his practical joke out to his own satisfaction, if not to that of every one else, this evening, like many others that had come before it, and came after it, pa.s.sed away pleasantly enough.

It was in the spring of the same year, and during the Easter holidays, that a little London boy came down to reside with his aunt, who lived in one of Archie's father's cottages.

Young Harry Brown had been sent to the country for the express purpose of enjoying himself, and set about this business forthwith. He made up to Archie; in fact, he took so many liberties, and talked to him so glibly, and with so little respect, that, although Archie had imbued much of his father's principles as regards liberalism, he did not half like it.

Perhaps, after all, it was only the boy's manner, for he had never been to the country at all before, and looked upon every one--Archie included--who did not know London, as jolly green. But Archie did not appreciate it, and, like the traditional worm, he turned, and once again his love for practical joking got the better of his common-sense.

"Teach us somefink," said Harry one day, turning his white face up. He was older, perhaps, than Archie, but decidedly smaller. "Teach us somefink, and when you comes to Vitechapel to wisit me, I'll teach you summut. My eye, won't yer stare!"

The idea of this white-chafted, unwholesome-looking cad, expecting that _he_, Squire Broadbent's son, would visit _him_ in Whitechapel! But Archie managed to swallow his wrath and pocket his pride for the time being.

"What shall I teach you, eh? I suppose you know that potatoes don't grow on trees, nor geese upon gooseberry-bushes?"

"Yes; I know that taters is dug out of the hearth. I'm pretty fly for a young un."

"Can you ride?"

"No."

"Well, meet me here to-morrow at the same time, and I'll bring my 'Duck.'"

"Look 'ere, Johnnie Raw, ye said '_ride_,' not '_swim_.' A duck teaches swimmin', not ridin'. None o' yer larks now!"

Next day Archie swept down upon the c.o.c.kney in fine form, meaning to impress him.

The c.o.c.kney was not much impressed; I fear he was not very impressionable.

"My heye, Johnnie Raw," he roared, "vere did yer steal the moke?"

"Look you here, young Whitechapel, you'll have to guard that tongue of yours a little, else communications will be cut. Do you see?"

"It _is_ a donkey, ain't it, Johnnie?"

"Come on to the field and have a ride."

Five minutes afterwards the young c.o.c.kney on the "Eider Duck's" back was tearing along the field at railway speed. John Gilpin's ride was nothing to it, nor Tam O'Shanter's on his grey mare, Meg! Both these worthies had stuck to the saddle, but this horseman rode upon the neck of the steed. Scallowa stopped short at the gate, but the boy flew over.

Archie found his friend rubbing himself, and looking very serious, and he felt happier now.

"Call that 'ere donkey a heider duck? H'm? I allers thought heider ducks was soft!

"One to you, Johnnie. I don't want to ride hany more."

"What else shall I teach you?"

"Hey?"

"Come, I'll show you over the farm."

"Honour bright? No larks!"

"Yes; no larks!"

"Say honour."

"Honour."

Young Whitechapel had not very much faith in his guide, however; but he saw more country wonders that day than ever he could have dreamt of; while his strange remarks kept Archie continually laughing.

Next day the two boys went bird-nesting, and really Archie was very mischievous. He showed him a hoody-crow's nest, which he represented as a green plover's or lapwing's; and a blackbird's nest in a furze-bush, which he told Harry was a magpie's; and so on, and so forth, till at last he got tired of the cheeky c.o.c.kney, and sent him off on a mile walk to a cairn of stones, on which he told him crows sometimes sat and "might have a nest."

Then Archie threw himself on the moss, took out a book, and began to read. He was just beginning to repent of his conduct to Harry Brown, and meant to go up to him like a man when he returned, and crave his forgiveness.

But somehow, when Harry came back he had so long a face, that wicked Archie burst out laughing, and forgot all about his good resolve.

"What shall I teach you next?" said Archie.

"Draw it mild, Johnnie; it's 'Arry's turn. It's the boy's turn to teach you summut. Shall we 'ave it hout now wi' the raw uns? Bunches o'

fives I means. Hey?"

"I really don't understand you."

"Ha! ha! ha! I knowed yer was a green 'un, Johnnie. Can yer fight?

Hey? 'Cause I'm spoilin' for a row."

And Harry Brown threw off his jacket, and began to dance about in terribly knowing att.i.tudes.

"You had better put on your clothes again," said Archie. "Fight _you_?

Why I could fling you over the fishpond."

"Ah! I dessay; but flingin' ain't fightin', Johnnie. Come, there's no getting hout of it. It ain't the first young haristocrat I've frightened; an' now you're afraid."

That was enough for Archie. And the next moment the lads were at it.

But Archie had met his match; he went down a dozen times. He remained down the last time.

"It is wonderful," he said. "I quite admire you. But I've had enough; I'm beaten."

"Spoken like a plucked 'un. Haven't swallowed yer teeth, hey?"

"No; but I'll have a horrid black-eye."

"Raw beef, my boy; raw beef."

"Well; I confess I've caught a tartar."

"An' I caught a crab yesterday. Wot about your eider duck? My heye!