The History of Tom Jones (Penguin Classics)
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But however well affected he might be to James or Charles,6 he was still much more attached to little Benjamin than to either; for which Reason he no sooner discovered the Principles of his Fellow-traveller, than he thought proper to conceal, and outwardly to give up his own to the Man on whom he depended for the making his Fortune, since he by no means believed the Affairs of Jones to be so desperate as they really were with Mr. Allworthy; for as he had kept a constant Correspondence with some of his Neighbours since he left that Country, he had heard much, indeed more than was true, of the great Affection Mr. Allworthy bore this young Man, who, as Partridge had been instructed, was to be that Gentleman’s Heir, and whom, as we have said, he did not in the least doubt to be his Son.
He imagined, therefore, that whatever Quarrel was between them, it would be certainly made up at the Return of Mr. Jones; an Event from which he promised great Advantages, if he could take this Opportunity of ingratiating himself with that young Gentleman; and if he could by any Means be instrumental in procuring his Return, he doubted not, as we have before said, but it would as highly advance him in the Favour of Mr. Allworthy.
We have already observed, that he was a very good-natured Fellow, and he hath himself declared the violent Attachment he had to the Person and Character of Jones; but possibly the Views which I have just before mentioned, might likewise have some little Share in prompting him to undertake this Expedition, at least in urging him to continue it, after he had discovered, that his Master and himself, like some prudent Fathers and Sons, tho’ they travelled together in great Friendship, had embraced opposite Parties. I am led into this Conjecture, by having remarked, that tho’ Love, Friendship, Esteem, and such like, have very powerful Operations in the human Mind; Interest, however, is an Ingredient seldom omitted by wise Men, when they would work others to their own Purposes. This is indeed a most excellent Medicine, and like Ward’s Pill, flies at once to the particular Part of the Body on which you desire to operate, whether it be the Tongue, the Hand, or any other Member, where it scarce ever fails of immediately producing the desired Effect.7
CHAPTER X.
In which our Travellers meet with a very extraordinary Adventure.
Just as Jones and his Friend came to the End of their Dialogue in the preceding Chapter, they arrived at the Bottom of a very steep Hill. Here Jones stopt short, and directing his Eyes upwards, stood for a while silent. At length he called to his Companion, and said, ‘Partridge, I wish I was at the Top of this Hill; it must certainly afford a most charming Prospect, especially by this Light: For the solemn Gloom which the Moon casts on all Objects, is beyond Expression beautiful, especially to an Imagination which is desirous of cultivating melancholy Ideas.’ ‘Very probably,’ answered Partridge; ‘but if the Top of the Hill be properest to produce melancholy Thoughts, I suppose the Bottom is the likeliest to produce merry ones, and these I take to be much the better of the two. I protest you have made my Blood run cold with the very mentioning the Top of that Mountain; which seems to me to be one of the highest in the World. No, no, if we look for any thing, let it be for a Place under Ground, to screen ourselves from the Frost.’—‘Do so,’ said Jones, ‘let it be but within Hearing of this Place, and I will hallow to you at my Return back.’ ‘Surely, Sir, you are not mad,’ said Partridge. ‘Indeed I am,’ answered Jones, ‘if ascending this Hill be Madness: But as you complain so much of the Cold already, I would have you stay below. I will certainly return to you within an Hour.’ ‘Pardon me, Sir,’ cries Partridge, ‘I have determined to follow you where-ever you go.’ Indeed he was now afraid to stay behind; for tho’ he was Coward enough in all Respects, yet his chief Fear was that of Ghosts, with which the present Time of Night, and the Wildness of the Place extremely well suited.
At this Instant Partridge espied a glimmering Light through some Trees, which seemed very near to them. He immediately cried out in a Rapture, ‘Oh, Sir! Heaven hath at last heard my Prayers, and hath brought us to a House; perhaps it may be an Inn. Let me beseech you, Sir, if you have any Compassion either for me or yourself, do not despise the Goodness of Providence, but let us go directly to yon Light. Whether it be a Public-house or no, I am sure if they be Christians that dwell there, they will not refuse a little House-room to Persons in our miserable Condition.’ Jones at length yielded to the earnest Supplications of Partridge, and both together made directly towards the Place whence the Light issued.
They soon arrived at the Door of this House or Cottage: For it might be called either, without much Impropriety. Here Jones knocked several Times without receiving any Answer from within; at which Partridge, whose Head was full of nothing but of Ghosts, Devils, Witches, and such like, began to tremble, crying, ‘Lord have Mercy upon us, sure the People must be all dead. I can see no Light neither now, and yet I am certain I saw a Candle burning but a Moment before.—Well! I have heard of such Things.’— ‘What has thou heard of,’ said Jones. ‘The People are either fast asleep, or probably as this is a lonely Place, are afraid to open their Door.’ He then began to vociferate pretty loudly, and at last an old Woman opening an upper Casement, asked ‘who they were, and what they wanted?’Jones answered, ‘they were Travellers who had lost their Way, and having seen a Light in the Window, had been led thither in Hopes of finding some Fire to warm themselves.’ ‘Whoever you are,’ cries the Woman, ‘you have no Business here; nor shall I open the Door to any body at this Time of Night.’ Partridge, whom the Sound of a human Voice had recovered from his Fright, fell to the most earnest Supplications to be admitted for a few Minutes to the Fire, saying, ‘he was almost dead with the Cold,’ to which Fear had indeed contributed equally with the Frost. He assured her, that the Gentleman who spoke to her, was one of the greatest Squires in the Country, and made use of every Argument save one, which Jones afterwards effectually added, and this was the Promise of Half a Crown. A Bribe too great to be resisted by such a Person, especially as the genteel Appearance of Jones, which the Light of the Moon plainly discovered to her, together with his affable Behaviour, had entirely subdued those Apprehensions of Thieves which she had at first conceived. She agreed, therefore, at last to let them in, where Partridge, to his infinite Joy, found a good Fire ready for his Reception.
The poor Fellow, however, had no sooner warmed himself, than those Thoughts which were always uppermost in his Mind, began a little to disturb his Brain. There was no Article of his Creed in which he had a stronger Faith, than he had in Witchcraft, nor can the Reader conceive a Figure more adapted to inspire this Idea, than the old Woman who now stood before him. She answered exactly to that Picture drawn by Otway in his Orphan. Indeed if this Woman had lived in the Reign of James the First, her Appearance alone would have hanged her, almost without any Evidence.1
Many Circumstances likewise conspired to confirm Partridge in his Opinion. Her living, as he then imagined, by herself in so lonely a Place; and in a House, the Outside of which seemed much too good for her; but its Inside was furnished in the most neat and elegant Manner. To say the Truth, Jones himself was not a little surprized at what he saw: For, besides the extraordinary Neatness of the Room, it was adorned with a great Number of Nicknacks, and Curiosities, which might have engaged the Attention of a Virtuoso.2
While Jones was admiring these Things, and Partridge sat trembling with the firm Belief that he was in the House of a Witch, the old Woman said, ‘I hope, Gentlemen, you will make what Haste you can; for I expect my Master presently, and I would not for double the Money he should find you here.’ ‘Then you have a Master,’ cried Jones; ‘indeed you will excuse me, good Woman, but I was surprized to see all those fine Things in your House.’ ‘Ah, Sir!’ said she, ‘if the twentieth Part of these Things were mine, I should think myself a rich Woman; but pray, Sir, do not stay much longer: For I look for him in every Minute.’—‘Why sure he would not be angry with you,’ said Jones, ‘for doing a common Act of Charity.’ ‘Alack-a-day, Sir,’ said she, ‘he is a strange Man, not at all like other People. He k
eeps no Company with any Body, and seldom walks out but by Night, for he doth not care to be seen; and all the Country People are as much afraid of meeting him; for his Dress is enough to frighten those who are not used to it. They call him, The Man of the Hill (for there he walks by Night) and the Country People are not, I believe, more afraid of the Devil himself. He would be terribly angry if he found you here.’ ‘Pray, Sir,’ says Partridge, ‘don’t let us offend the Gentleman, I am ready to walk, and was never warmer in my Life.—Do, pray Sir, let us go—here are Pistols over the Chimney; who knows whether they be charged or no, or what he may do with them?’ ‘Fear nothing, Partridge,’ cries Jones, ‘I will secure thee from Danger.’—‘Nay, for Matter o’ that, he never doth any Mischief,’ said the Woman; ‘but to be sure it is necessary he should keep some Arms for his own Safety; for his House hath been beset more than once, and it is not many Nights ago, that we thought we heard Thieves about it: For my own Part, I have often wondered that he is not murdered by some Villain or other, as he walks out by himself at such Hours; but then, as I said, the People are afraid of him, and besides they think, I suppose, he hath nothing about him worth taking.’ ‘I should imagine, by this Collection of Rarities,’ cries Jones, ‘that your Master had been a Traveller.’ ‘Yes, Sir,’ answered she, ‘he hath been a very great one; there be few Gentlemen that know more of all Matters than he; I fancy he hath been crost in Love, or whatever it is, I know not, but I have lived with him above these thirty Years, and in all that Time he hath hardly spoke to six living People.’ She then again solicited their Departure, in which she was backed by Partridge; but Jones purposely protracted the Time: For his Curiosity was greatly raised to see this extraordinary Person. Tho’ the old Woman, therefore, concluded every one of her Answers with desiring him to be gone, and Partridge proceeded so far as to pull him by the Sleeve, he still continued to invent new Questions, till the old Woman with an affrighted Countenance, declared she heard her Master’s Signal; and at the same Instant more than one Voice was heard without the Door, crying, ‘D—n your Blood, shew us your Money this Instant. Your Money, you Villain, or we will blow your Brains about your Ears.’
‘O, good Heaven!’ cries the old Woman, ‘some Villains, to be sure, have attacked my Master. O la! what shall I do? what shall I do?’ ‘How,’ cries Jones, ‘how—Are these Pistols loaded?’ ‘O, good Sir, there is nothing in them, indeed—O, pray don’t murder us, Gentlemen,’ (for in Reality she now had the same Opinion of those within, as she had of those without.) Jones made her no Answer; but snatching an old Broad-sword which hung in the Room, he instantly sallied out, where he found the old Gentleman struggling with two Ruffians, and begging for Mercy. Jones asked no Questions, but fell so briskly to work with his Broad-sword, that the Fellows immediately quitted their Hold; and, without offering to attack our Heroe, betook themselves to their Heels, and made their Escape; for he did not attempt to pursue them, being contented with having delivered the old Gentleman; and indeed he concluded he had pretty well done their Business: For both of them, as they ran off, cried out with bitter Oaths, that they were dead Men.
Jones presently ran to lift up the old Gentleman, who had been thrown down in the Scuffle, expressing at the same Time great Concern, lest he should have received any Harm from the Villains. The old Man stared a Moment at Jones, and then cried,—‘No, Sir, no, I have very little Harm, I thank you. Lord have Mercy upon me.’ ‘I see, Sir,’ said Jones, ‘you are not free from Apprehensions even of those who have had the Happiness to be your Deliverers; nor can I blame any Suspicions which you may have; but indeed, you have no real Occasion for any; here are none but your Friends present. Having mist our Way this cold Night, we took the Liberty of warming ourselves at your Fire, whence we were just departing when we heard you call for Assistance, which I must say, Providence alone seems to have sent you.’—‘Providence indeed,’ cries the old Gentleman, ‘if it be so.’—‘So it is, I assure you,’ cries Jones, ‘here is your own Sword, Sir. I have used it in your Defence, and I now return it into your own Hand.’ The old Man having received the Sword, which was stained with the Blood of his Enemies, looked stedfastly at Jones during some Moments, and then with a Sigh, cried out, ‘You will pardon me, young Gentleman, I was not always of a suspicious Temper, nor am I a Friend to Ingratitude.’ ‘Be thankful then,’ cries Jones, ‘to that Providence to which you owe your Deliverance; as to my Part, I have only discharged the common Duties of Humanity, and what I would have done for any Fellow Creature in your Situation.’ ‘Let me look at you a little longer,’ cries the old Gentleman—‘You are a human Creature then?—Well, perhaps you are. Come, pray walk into my little Hutt. You have been my Deliverer indeed.’