|Chapter Title||JORGENSON CONCLUDES HIS NARRATIVE.-A STRANGE INCIDENT.|
|Newspaper Title||Launceston Examiner (Tas. : 1842 - 1899)|
|Trove Title||The Maxwells of Bremgarten|
THE MAXWELLS OF BREMGARTEN. A STORY OF TASMANIA. [Founded on Facts] (ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED.) (Continued from Saturday, March 7.) CHAPTER XXXIX. JORGENSON CONCLUDES HIS NARRATIVE.—A STRANGE INCIDENT. MR. FITZFRIZZLE came on horseback, and having no time to spare, produced his writing materials and proceeded to business at once. He recognised Edwin as the gentleman he had seen in his major-domo's quarters, and condoled with him on his destitute condition after being made acquainted with the par- ticulars of the wreck, and the subsequent events. He was kind enough to say that if Mr. Herbart would call at his quarters at St. Mary's Pass a change of clothing should he placed at his service, and he would be wel- come to stay and refresh himself as long as he thought proper. Edwin cordially thanked the kind-hearted coroner, who without any further delay proceeded to impannel his jury. The six soldiers were duly sworn in, and Mr. Tomkins, being a free man, made the seventh. A corporal was elected foreman, the bodies were examined as they lay, the evidence of Edwin and Jorgenson taken and committed to paper by the coroner, the jury charged, told what verdict it would be proper for them to bring in, and then requested to retire and deliberate upon their verdict. The jury, nothing loth, retired to a neighboring tree, and while engaged in amicable converse, in which, however, Sam Tomkins did not join, but nodded to each soldier as he gave his opinion, lit their pipes and began to smoke. Some time elapsed before they could make up their minds what verdict to bring in, and Mr. Fitzfrizzle, fearing lest he should be be- nighted on his return up the Pass, ventured to stir them up with, " Look alive, gentlemen of the jury." Whereupon they got on their legs, knocked the ashes out of their pipes, and the corporal delivered the identical ver- dict which the coroner had recommended for their deliberation, viz,—In the case, of the slaughtered sailor, wilful murder against the aborigines ; and justifiable homicide in favor of the constable and military,—a verdict which few reasonable readers will find fault with. The coroner, when he had received the signatures and marks of his jury, made them a short address. He reminded them of the strict orders of the Lieutenant-Governor that the lives of the aborigines should not be taken except in unavoidable cases. He ex- horted the constable and soldiers to use all possible forbearance towards their weak antagonists, and to remember that Colonel Arthur was a strict disciplinarian who would not allow any case of wanton blood-shedding or cruelty to go unpunished. He then dis- charged the jury, and turning to Jorgenson asked him what would be his next move- ments, as there was every reason to believe that the bushrangers had left the neighbor- hood and had retreated into the Western Tiers. The constable replied that he would start early in the morning on his way to Fingal for fresh orders, and call at the station as he went by. Mr. Fitzfrizzle bade Edwin good day, recommending him to return with the constable, and call on Mr. Earlsley again, who he did not doubt would exert himself to procure the favorable consideration of the Government on his behalf. He then rode away. Sam Tomkins was not generally a talkative individual, but on the present occasion he leaned on his spade in a philosophic mood previous to consigning the dead bodies to their mother earth, and after watching the coroner and soldiers out of sight, addressed Jorgenson thus— " Well, constable, we brought it in, didn't we though ?" " Brought what in ?" said the constable, with some asperity of manner. " The werdick," said the gravedigger. " Was it in a horse-cart or a wheelbarrow you brought it ?" asked Jorgenson, eyeing Edwin askance. " Naw, naw, not that away, but we brought it in though," replied the owner of the spade, preparing to roll one of the black bodies into the grave ready for its reception, as without further remark Jorgenson and Edwin slowly returned to the hut. The latter had armed himself with a spear, which he intended to keep as a memento of the battle. His singular companion did not renew the narra- tion of his adventures, but was buried to all appearance in profound meditation. He had evidently touched a chord of his past life on which hung many bitter though unavailing regrets. He would give perhaps a fortune, if he had it, to obliterate the remembrance of the follies and extravagances of which he had been guilty ; but in vain. How often is it that the memory of even one false step casts a shade of bitterness over ones whole life, and how vainly the repentant sinner wishes that the folly had not been committed, or that the unkind word which may have left a rankling wound open for ever had not been spoken. After a refreshing sleep and a hot break- fast our hero and his new friend (for though a prisoner Jorgenson had not been transported for any disgraceful offence, and under the same circumstances we would be happy to call him our friend) bade their host and his wife good-by, and started for the Pass. It was a source of deep regret to Edwin that he had no means of remunerating Tomkins for his kindness and hospitality, but there was no help for it, and he had to bear this addi- tional grief as he best might. Jorgenson seemed in better spirits than on the pre- ceding evening, and on receiving a hint from his companion resumed his account of him- self, which we will take the liberty of con- densing a little, not wishing to swell our
unpretending work beyond reasonable limits. When I had lost every penny at the gaming table, for the first time I determined to try my fortune in a foreign and, and took a passage to Lisbon. But here my evil genius pursued me, and I was arrested by the orders of General Trant, and sent back to England for no crime in the world but reporting to the British Consul the assassi- nation of Mr. Percival by Bellingham in the lobby of the House of Commons. I re- turned to Lisbon, gave way to my newly acquired propensity of gambling, and again found myself without a farthing. I sold the clothes on my back, and putting on a jacket and trousers (I could not well do with less) engaged as a seaman in a gunboat, and cruised off St. Vincent for ten days. We took a good many small prizes sent out on purpose to be taken, furnished with false papers. Here I was promoted to the command of a watch on acount of the ready way in which I performed my duty ; but my elevation immediately drew down such a storm of jealousy and dislike from the rest of the officers that I was made quite miserable. Going, however, into Gibraltar I was lucky enough to be sent to the hospital through representing an old complaint that sometimes troubled me to be ten times as bad as it really was. I was soon sent to Portsmouth and put on board the Gladiator, 50 guns, where from seven to eight hundred sick men were crowded to- gether in a state of positive suffocation. Here I became really ill, and wrote a letter to the Admiral craving permission to go on shore. When the doctor and captain heard of this they both attacked me as if I was a dog, and threatened to tie me up and flog me for "Shamming Moses," so that my situa- tion became worse than ever. The captain insulted me every day and said he would teach me to apply to the Admiralty instead of to him. My first letter having produced no result I made up my mind to try another, let the consequences be what they would, and the next day an order came far the captain and me to attend the admiral on short. We went accordingly, and I was extremely gratified to hear my enemy, the captain, get a good rap on the knuckles, while I received permission to go where I liked. " My footsteps were now turned towards London, where I had many friends of high rank and great influence, by whom, notwith- standing my coarse jacket and trousers, I was received with great kindness. In the tranquillity of a friend's country seat in Suffolk I wrote an account of the Icelandic revolution, which I presented to my friend Sir Joseph Banks. My host pointed me out to his friends as his Majesty the King of Iceland. My friends in Copenhagen now sent me a good supply of money, which was increased by the liberality of my friends in England ; I then returned to London, made my appearance amongst my old acquaintances, by whom I was rapturously received, sat down to the gaming-table once more, and rose up a beggar. " But instead of being cured by these repeated misfortunes my propensity fur gambling grew stronger every day. I was arrested for debt and confined in the Fleet prison for two years. I had made some friends by the timely disclosure of a plot on the part of the French Government to conquer the Australian colonies from the English ; and what money I received from them I squandered at the gaming-table. I was pre- sented with sufficient to pay my debts and to procure my liberty ; but instead of doing so I dissipated it all upon this fascinating vice, and thus my freedom was lost. To protect myself against the horrors of idleness, I wrote while in prison a history of the Affghan revo- lution and the tragedy I formerly mentioned. I amused myself in making neat copies of these works, which I presented to different noblemen and gentlemen of whom I had some knowledge ; and they rewarded me handsomely for my pains. At this period I was sent for to the Foreign Office, and was offered an em- ployment which would oblige me to proceed to Belgium, where the British forces were already mastering under Wellington in order to curb the blind ambition of that strange genius Bonaparte. My debt was paid ; money advanced to provide an outfit ; permission to draw when abroad for reasonable travelling expenses accorded. Will you believe it ? I gambled the money away, and instead of pro- viding myself with an outfit, sold everything but my shirt (so to speak), and found myself totally destitute. My shame and remorse mounted to agony. I exchanged my clothes for a sailor's jacket and trousers. I told a bundle of lies to the master of a store- ship and got to Ostend, then I drew upon London for money, but the bankers treated me as an impostor, until luckily meeting with a military officer to whom I was known, and who testified to my identity, I found myself again on my legs. " I now began to taste the pleasures of a replenished pocket and freedom. The belli- gerent hosts of England and France rapidly approached each other, and it was soon evi- dent where the decisive blow would be struck. I travelled on therefore, and was an admiring spectator of the action of the 16th, and the great victory of the 18th of June. What strange emotions did the thunder of the hostile cannon create in my breast !—every discharge the death-blow perhaps to dozens of brave and healthy men made in their Creator's own image. To satisfy the lust of power and dominion burning in a single human breast rivers of blood must flow, and widows in thousands and orphans in tens of thousands shed bitter tears of desolation ! And the man is almost exalted into a god by the vain glorious and fickle nation which he ruled with an iron will. What a miserable farce ! Rather ought his lady to be impaled and hung on a gallows ten times as high as that built in ancient times for Mordecai the
Jew, but on which hung, instead, its architect Haman. " I went to Paris with the army, and saw the prodigious number of four hundred thou- sand soldiers collected there. Meeting also with my friend of the Foreign Office, I re- ceived orders to proceed to Warsaw, and was furnished with a further supply of money to defray expenses. Instead of going, however, like a gentleman, I went to a gambling hall merely to see how they managed matters in France, and with strong resolutions not to play. But the temptation was stronger. I won at first, but the tide turned, and I lost for several nights, my employer thinking that I had started on my journey. Soon every penny was gone ; I sold my shirt off my back to a sergeant for seven francs, in cold December, and buttoning up my coat bade adieu to Paris and set out for Warsaw on foot. " I now entered upon a course of minor adventures which might furnish Theodore Hook with materials for a very interesting novel, although there was no heroine in the case. Like that gentleman, too, I discovered that I never lost much by a timely exhibi- tion of cool impudence. Nothing lowers a poor wretch in this world so much as a bashful demeanor, for the world says your timid, modest man, thought perhaps as honest as Fabricius and as virtuous as Scipio, is a blundering idiot, and treats him accordingly. At one hundred and twenty miles from Paris, at the little town of Joucherie, I found my- self without a son, but I entered a cabaret and called for a good dinner. While eating it the Mayor came in to look at my passport. Along with this was a letter which I wished him to see, and on his looking at it asked him if he knew the handwriting. I then ex- plained that it was from the Duchess of Angonlame. He bowed and smiled. ' I am,' said I, ' an Irishman going to the Holy Land,' with which information he was so delighted that he advised me not to leave the village until I had seen the Baronness D'Este, a religious and charitable lady. I waited upon her with the same story, had all my expenses at the inn paid, and received some coins to deposit at the sacred shrine. Here I re- mained ten days enjoying the good things of this life. " Continuing my journey I arrived at Rheims. The prefect of this city was a zeo- lous Bonapartist, and I being in want of money wrote him a letter in which I said I had reason to believe that the Commissariat Stores had been robbed by the English. He sent for me and I made such a favorable im- pression that he at once furnished me with money and a billet, which entitled me to re- ceive a certain sum per mile to defray ex- penses, besides the service of a horse to carry me from station to station on the road. After travelling some time I was stopped by a blustering village mayor, told I was a lazy fellow, and ordered to stretch my legs, as he would not supply me with a horse ; his con- duct was so offensive that I bestowed upon him a knock on the head that made his skull ring ; but seeing the villagers coming out like a swarm of bees, armed with pitchforks and other weapons, I took to my heels forthwith. " At Metz I got my billet renewed through taking advantage of the Mayors ignorance of the French language. At Frankfort I found myself penniless, but with my usual sang froid I entered a good inn and ordered a sumptuous supper. In the morning I told my landlord I had no money but expected a supply in the course of the day. Leaving my waistcoat with him in pledge I went out to seek my fortune for the nonce, and strolled into a mathematical instrument maker's shop where I preceived a chronometer bearing my father's name. I then introduced myself to the proprietor, who was a Scotchman named Fraser. He was an amiable and humane man, and in addition to kind advice he directed me to the house of Lord Clancarty, the |British minister. Here I found a gentle- man from the Foreign Office who knew me notwithtanding my shabby attire, and my pecuniary wants were again liberally supplied. Mr. Fraser also gave me a letter of introduc- tion to the secretary of the Grand Duke of Hesse Darmstad, on delivering which I had the pleasure of being presented to his High- ness with whom I had a most interesting con- versation. I spent a long time in looking over his museum and splendid gallery of paintings. On my departure his Royal Highness made me a handsome present. " At Saxe Weimar I visited the Duke's splendid library of two hundred thousand volumes, and was introduced to the celebrated Goethe, in itself no inconsiderable honor. Travelling thence to Leipsic I surveyed with indescribable interest the scene of that memorable battle which lasted four days, and in which six hundred thousand men were en- gaged. Beginning at last to rise in the world I hired carriage to Berlin, where I waited out the British Minister, and had my funds again recruited. In Berlin I remained for eight months, procrastinating from day to day my departure for Warsaw ; for, yielding to my gambling propensities, I gained a prize in the Prussian lottery for four hundred crowns, my ticket having cost me only three shillings. I now gambled to ex- cess in spite of all my former reverses—in spite of good resolutions vowed and sworn while I lay quietly in bed—I was not happy until I was again within the exciting whirlpool. One of my partners at several games of whist was no less a personage than the debauched old dra- goon as he called him, who gave so much trouble to Napoleon—Marshal Blucher. I tort myself away from Berlin at last, and went to Dresden, where I fell among Philis- tines, and was completely fleeced, losing so large a sum as five hundred pounds to a dis- reputable rascal who I knew was not worth ten shillings. " The gentlemen with whom I got connected at Dresden tried hard to persuade me that I was in debt to them, so I was obliged to de-
part suddenly without even applying for a passport, though I know I should suffer greatly for want of one. But travelling now on foot, crestfallen and miserable, I was too obscure to attract much notice. One evening, how- ever, arriving at the gate of a small fortified town, the sentinel positively refused to let me pass unless I produced my passport. I was terribly annoyed, being very tired and hungry, and the noise I made brought out the gatekeeper's wife, to whom I immediately appealed. Presenting her with two silk handkerchiefs I begged her to intercede, as it would be ruinous for me to be shut out that night, having a cartload of smuggled goods coming, which would stand a great chance of being seized if I were not at hand to receive them. In addition to the two I promised her some very advantageous bargains when the goods came up. My story went to the honest woman's heart ; I was invited into the gate- house, regaled with supper, and accommo- dated with a bed ; I fortified myself in the morning with a hearty breakfast, and in great astonishment that my cart load of goods had not come, I walked out to see what had de- tained them." " And had you really the goods coming ?" asked Edwin. " Bless your simplicity, no ; not even a tobacco pipe ; but the want of a passport sharpened my wits. I suppose you, under similar circumstances, would have lain down under the rampart and cried your eyes out." " I do not know," replied Edwin, " what I should have done under similar circum- stances,— crying would not help me much, but go on with your story." " I have but little more to tell," continued Jorgenson ; " I went to London, and not- withstanding my delays and delinquencies received the approbation of my employer, and a liberal reward for my services. Led on by my evil genius, from whose clutches I had so often been unaccountably rescued, I again sank into the vortex of gambling, and spent three years in the wicked and senseless excitement. At length an ungrateful and cunning wretch, a fellow lodger of mine, laid a scheme to ruin me, and it succeeded only too well. I was arrested one day on a charge of having pawned some property belonging to my landlady : I was tried at the Old Bailey, and had the mortification to receive a sentence of seven years' transportation. I was detained in Newgate as an assistant in the hospital, until my innocence of the of- fence with which I had been charged being made manifest, I had the pleasure of being pardoned under the condition that I should quit the kingdom within a month of the day of my liberation. " You will now fully expect to hear that I turned a deaf ear to the solicitations of my fast friends, that I left London forthwith, went to the Brazils, traded successfully, re- tired from business, bought an estate, and now live upon it a gentleman and a magis- trate, the owner of slaves and cattle without number ; and that he who now walks by your side in Tasmania carrying a constable's rifle is, as an Irishman might say, ' not him- self at all, at all.' But I did just the very reverse. With a month before me and money in my pocket I did not wait for my fast friends to seek me, but went where I knew I should find them. The month flew by and several weeks were added to it, when as I was actually on my way out of England I met a friend on Tower Hill whom I was very glad to see. He kindly invited me to dinner, and while I was eating it sent for the police. My lot now was transportation for life. Oh, what a debt of gratitude do I owe that friend ! " Ensconced in my old quarters in New- gate again I resumed my literary pursuits. I had published an account of my travels during three years through France and Ger- many—a book which was well received by the public. I now wrote a religious work, which raised up for me a host of enemies. The representations of these snarling and disreputable people to the ministry had the effect of abridging my useful avocations in Newgate, and I was sent to this distant land sorely against my will. It was a sad fall for a Governor of Iceland ; but the discipline though severe may possibly have been re- quisite to cure me of that abominable vice of gambling, of which indeed I flatter myself I am cured for ever." As he listened to this narrative Edwin was at one time inclined to admire the narrator for his boldness, but his growing admiration changed into pity, and he found himself sympathizing internally with his unfortunate and singular acquaintance. Jorgenson, though he had seen so much of the world, and met with so many heartbreaking reverses, was still full of manly vigor, and trod the ground with a firm step. He peered into the depths of the forest with such keen, watchful glances as quite convinced Edwin that he was fortunate in being guarded in such a perilous place by the strong arm and practised eye of the cunning Dane. His rifle and pistols were loaded and ready for action in a moment, and this eye did not for a single instant abate its accustomed vigilance. After walking for awhile in silence, Edwin said— " You have been some time in this country. I presume your experience of it will one day be given to the world in a goodly volume ?" " There are surely strange tastes in the world," answered Jorgenson ; " but who, I would like to know, would take an interest in the adventures of a Tasmanian thief catcher ? No, Sir, I think my writing days are over, or if ever I do take up my pen again it will be to attempt to analyze that extraordinary receptacle of benevolence and villainy, love and hatred, strength and weak- ness--the heart of man. I knew an old man in Newgate who was under sentence of death, and whose starving wife came every day begging for a sixpence : he sternly refused to give her a farthing, and after his execution nine sovereigns were found in his trousers
pocket. The wealthy grasping man plumes himself upon his cleverness in making money and keeping it when made ; but he seldom reflects that he may possibly be called upon before the throne of God to give an account of his stewardship. The deist takes it upon trust that there is no future state either of misery or bliss, but can he prove it ? Be- cause his shallow intellect cannot comprehend a transition into a world where happy spirits do not scramble for gold and silver, he rejects the idea altogether—an easy way of getting over a difficulty. But as I live we are in luck again : lie down flat on the ground for your life !" Seizing his thunder-stricken companion by the arm, the constable suited the action to the word, and threw himself upon his face on the grass, which being tall and rank effec- tually concealed his person from any enemy who might be in the neighborhood. He had made a detour from the track leading to the military station, and taken a path skirting the foot of the mountains—amongst which St. Patrick's Head raises its storm-beaten cone to the sky—with the view of cutting off two or three miles of his journey to St. Mary's Pass. Taking off his dark furry cap, and giving it to Edwin to hold, he pulled a quantity of the long grass and twisiting it into a kind of turban, put it on his head and looked up cautiously. His preliminary re- connoitering over, he told Edwin in a whisper to follow him in the same position, and forth with commenced a progressive movement, taking the precaution to cover the lock of his gun for fear of an accidental explosion. Our hero followed in silence, scrambling through the tussocks on his hands and knees—won- dering what on earth the constable had seen. At length the latter stopped under the shade of a large she-oak tree, and concealing him- self as effectually as he could from observa- tion, surveyed with intense interest a slaughtered bullock, two men busily employed skinning the same, and a third man standing by in evident expectation of speedily enjoying a beefsteak. Jorgenson told Edwin to look, and asked him if he saw anything remarkable in the group before them ? Edwin replied that he saw nothing very remarkable, except that he believed the third man who stood by looking on was the same man who had allured Brady into Baxter's cottage, and assisted the con- stable to secure him. Jorgenson replied " It is the same man, and the others, to judge by their whispering and sidelong glances, mean to do him some mischief. He is evidently an unwelcome intruder : they are cattle-stealers ; his evidence may hang them, and they know it. Stand by me when I rush out on them in time to prevent murder, and attack the man with the handkerchief tied on his head, while I deal with the other ; be sure and stun him if possible, for they have fire-arms not far off." One of the men engaged in skinning the bullock said something to the spy, who there upon commenced gathering sticks into a heap for the evident purpose of making a fire. The man who had spoken then struck a light by means of a pocket tinder-box, and soon a cheerful fire burned briskly. The informer, in obedience to further commands, gathered more wood and piled it high up on the blaz- ing and crackling branches. The work of skinning the beast occupied nearly thirty minutes more, and when the hide was entirely detached our friend Jack was called upon to lend a hand to pull it from under its late wearer, a plump fat beast, and tempting to a hungry stomach. The informer willingly gave his assistance, as he was impatient to taste of the juicy flesh nicely broiled to his own parti- cular fancy, when he was alarmed to the last degree upon finding himself seized, roughly thrown down on the reeking skin, and rolled up in it like a mummy. A strong cord was then passed round him, and regardless of his smothered screams, these two atrociously wicked wretches lifted him up and flung him into the fire alive.* Jorgenson with all his characteristic pre- sence of mind was paralysed at the sight of such a dreadful deed of villainy. He lifted his gun instinctively and would have shot one of the perpetrators on the spot, if Edwin had not whispered as soon as his horror stricken tongue could give utterance to the words-- " Quick, take them alive !" Not another se- cond was lost. Edwin rushed forth, and with the spear he carried inflicted a stun- ning blow, on the temple of the man pre- viously indicated that felled him to the ground insensible ; then running to the fire immediately he caught hold of the steaming hide and drew it from the flames, though his own hands suffered materially in the opera- tion ; while Jorgenson was engaged in a seemingly deadly struggle with the other man, a powerful and desperate ruffian, who rolled about and bit and kicked his anta- gonist with all the fury of savage despair. Edwin as soon as he had partially uncovered the face of the half suffocated informer ran to the constable's assistance, and it required all their united strength to overcome and secure the miscreant. In addition to a pair of handcuffs Jorgenson produced from his knapsack a strong cord, with which he tied the two delinquents together in such a way that to extricate themselves was an impossi- bility. As soon as he was released from the roasted and shrunk hide in which he had been thrown to broil in such an inhuman manner, the scowling victim stood upright, looking alter- nately at the vanquished prisoners and their * Jorgenson in one of his numerous erratic productions relates this terrible circumstance, but until Herbart's manuscripts came into our possession we were not aware that the Dane was instrumental in saving the life of the wretched man. Mr. Bouwick relates on Jorgenson's authority that the man was burned to death, and in his death struggles the hide becoming scrolled, one of his murderers brutally exclaimed, " See how the devil grins !"
nearly exhausted conquerors with an air of blank amazement. The first thing he did upon recovering the use of his facul- ties was to execute a few abnormal capers, whirling round in one direction, then in the other ; stamping on one foot and then on the other, and finally jumping several times in the air its high no he could, and flinging his arms wildly around him he roared out with a peculiar nasal twang— " Here I am, Jack Spunkey, alive again, ready for anythink or nothink ; what do you want me to do, constable ?" Without waiting for an answer he drew a knife from his pocket and made a furious onslaught on the dead bullock, cutting deeply into the rump with the intention of broiling a steak and enjoying the food he had at first anticipated ; but Jorgenson interfered, saying—" Let that beast alone, if you taste a mouthful of his flesh you are as deep in it for cattle stealing as those gentlemen who skinned him, so drop your steak unless you want your long neck stretched for you." " Who cares ?" was the reply, and to say the truth the speaker did not appear to care much about anything either on earth or in heaven ; "a man can't die twice, and I might as well be hanged as burnt. But I hope to see these gentlemen, as you call 'em, swingin' yet afore my turn comes." Jorgenson smiled at Edwin significantly. " Well," said he, addressing the sky, " you can't say you did not receive fair warning ; I wash my hands of it. What do you say, Mr. Herbart, to a little beef ?" " Not at the risk of having my neck stretched, certainly," said Edwin. " Your case," said the constable, " is a peculiar one. You are a shipwrecked gentle- man in distressed circumstances ; my case is a peculiar one ; I am a constable on his Majesty's service ; now, if you feel inclined you can have a steak, and I have no ob- jection to another, and I'll cook both, though not at the same side of the fire with Jack." " As you please," replied Edwin. Jorgenson set about his task with alacrity. The steaks were soon done and spread on some pieces of damper drawn from the recesses of his well stored wallet, and without further ceremony they ate a hearty and invigorating meal. The two prisoners, now fully alive to their situation, looked on in sulky silence ; Jor- genson having informed them that they would get their suppers at St. Mary's Pass. When the beef had been washed down with some good spring water the constable gave the word and rose to proceed on his journey. But now a new difficulty presented itself ; the prisoners with one consent refused to move. In vain Jorgenson became enraged cocked his rifle, and swore that he would shoot them on the spot ; in vain he drew his bayonet and pricked them severely, they sat still in sullen obstinacy, telling him in derision to send for a cart. Despairing of getting them to move he held a council of war, and observing now that it was long past noon and that the days were short, recommended Edwin and the spy to proceed up the pass with all the haste they were capable of making, and tell Mr Fitzfrizzle to send two soldiers to escort the contumacious vagabonds to a place of safety. Jack Spunkey, as he called himself, was to return with the soldiers to guide them to the place, while Edwin could remain at the station, and the constable would stop and guard them all night if necessary. This arrangement was approved of by Jack, who declared with an oath that he would obey the constable's instructions to the letter. Edwin expressed his willingness to stay and keep watch with Jorgenson for the night ; but the latter would not hear of such a thing, saying that he was thankful to him, but would by no means consent to the prolongation of Edwin's hardships, and the sooner he got into comfortable quarters the better. As for him- self he was used to roughing it, the thing was nothing new ; they had better go at once, and Jack was to be sure to guide the soldiers down to the place the first thing in the morn- ing." " And if I don't," said Jack, " may St. Patrick's Head turn bottom up'ards and skiver me to the rocks, if so be as I'm not lucky enough to fall in with Brady, the bush- ranger."' " If I do not see you again," said Edwin to the constable, " how am I to requite your service ? The time may come when I may be in a position to—" " Don't mention it, Sir," said Jorgenson, " what I did for you I would do for any other person. I am contented now. I might be differently situated, but I threw away my chances like a restless, undecided fool. Good- by, Sir ; remind Jack of his duty." "Good-by," responded Herbert, " you have my most grateful thanks for preserving my life. If you should hear of Edwin Herbart being prosperous, do not be above letting him know where you reside, or calling to see him ; you may want a friend yet." " That's true," said Jorgenson, " I may indeed, and when I do I'll find you out, Mr Herbart. I think those who profess Christianity should help one another when they can, but we must help ourselves in the meantime, for angels in flesh and blood are not met with every day. Good-by, you have no time to lose." Edwin thus parted from the trusty Dane, whose guardianship he resigned most un- willingly, and followed the hasty strides of his new guide, in whose loud professions of honesty and honor he felt he could place but little confidence. (To be continued.).