A Modern Telemachus eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 209 pages of information about A Modern Telemachus.

A Modern Telemachus eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 209 pages of information about A Modern Telemachus.

There Arthur found the little Chevalier strutting about in an adaptation of the smallest midshipman’s uniform, and the centre of an admiring party, who were equally diverted by his consequential airs and by his accounts of his sports among the Moors.  Happy fellow, he could adapt himself to any society, and was ready to be the pet and plaything of the ship’s company, believing himself, when he thought of anything beyond the present, to be full on the road to his friends again.

Fareek was a much more difficult charge, for Arthur had hardly a word that he could understand.  He found the poor fellow coiled up in a corner, just where he had seen his former master’s remains disappear, still moaning and weeping bitterly.  As Arthur called to him he looked up for a moment, then crawled forward, striking his forehead at intervals against the deck.  He was about to kiss the feet of his former fellow-slave, the glittering gold, blue, and white of whose borrowed dress no doubt impressed him.  Arthur hastily started back, to the amazement of the spectators, and called out a negative—­one of the words sure to be first learnt.  He tried to take Fareek’s hand and raise him from his abject attitude; but the poor fellow continued kneeling, and not only were no words available to tell him that he was free, but it was extremely doubtful whether freedom was any boon to him.  One thing, however, he did evidently understand—­he pointed to the St. George’s pennant with the red cross, made the sign, looked an interrogation, and on Arthur’s reply, ‘Christians,’ and reiteration of the word ‘Salem,’ peace, he folded his arms and looked reassured.

‘Ay, ay, my hearty,’ said the big boatswain, ’ye’ve got under the old flag, and we’ll soon make you see the difference.  Cut out your poor tongue, have they, the rascals, and made a dummy of you?  I wish my cat was about their ears!  Come along with you, and you shall find what British grog is made of.’

And a remarkable friendship arose between the two, the boatswain patronising Fareek on every occasion, and roaring at him as if he were deaf as well as dumb, and Fareek appearing quite confident under his protection, and establishing a system of signs, which were fortunately a universal language.  The Abyssinian evidently viewed himself as young Hope’s servant or slave, probably thinking himself part of his late master’s bequest, and there was no common language between them in which to explain the difference or ascertain the poor fellow’s wishes.  He was a slightly-made, dexterous man, probably about five and twenty years of age, and he caught up very quickly, by imitation, the care he could take of Arthur’s clothes, and the habit of waiting on him at meals.

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