EARLY on the following morning, the carriage which had brought Bertram to Hazlewood-House, was, with his two silent and surly attendants, appointed to convey him to his place of confinement at Portanferry. This building adjoined to the Custom-house established at that little seaport, and both were situated so close to the seabeach, that it was necessary to defend the back part with a large and strong rampart or bulwark of huge stones, disposed in a slope towards the surf, which often reached and broke upon them. The front was surrounded by a high wall, enclosing a small courtyard, within which the miserable inmates of the mansion were occasionally permitted to take exercise and air. The prison was used as a House of Correction, and sometimes as a chapel of ease to the county jail, which was old, and far from being conveniently situated with reference to the Kippletringan district of the county. Mac-Guffog, the officer by whom Bertram had at first been apprehended, and who was now in attendance upon him, was keeper of this palace of little-ease. He caused the carriage to be drawn close up to the outer gate, and got out himself to summon the warders. The noise of his rap alarmed some twenty or thirty ragged boys, who left off sailing their mimic sloops and frigates in the little pools of salt water left by the receding tide, and hastily crowded round the vehicle to see what luckless being was to be delivered to the prison-house out of Glossions braw
new carriage. The door of the courtyard, after the heavy clanking of many chains and bars, was opened by Mrs. Mac-Guffogan awful spectacle, being a woman for strength and resolution capable of maintaining order among her riotous inmates, and of administering the discipline of the house, as it was called, during the absence of her husband, or when he chanced to have taken an over-dose of the creature. The growling voice of this Amazon, which rivalled in harshness the crashing music of her own bolts and bars, soon dispersed in every direction the little varlets who had thronged around her threshold, and she next addressed her amiable helpmate:
Hold your tongue and be dd, you ! answered her loving husband, with two additional epithets of great energy, but which we beg to be excused from repeating. Then addressing Bertram,Come, will you get out, my handy lad, or must we lend you a lift?
Bertram came out of the carriage, and, collared by the constable as he put his foot on the ground, was dragged, though he offered no resistance, across the threshold, amid the continued shouts of the little sans culottes, who looked on at such distance as their fear of Mrs. Mac-Guffog permitted. The instant his foot had crossed the fatal porch, the portress again dropped her chains, drew her bolts, and turning with both hands an immense key, took it from the lock, and thrust it into a huge side-pocket of red cloth.
Bertram was now in the small court already mentioned. Two or three prisoners were sauntering along the pavement, and deriving as it were a feeling of refreshment from the momentary glimpse with which the opening door had extended their prospect to the other side of a dirty street. Nor can this be thought surprising, when it is considered, that, unless on such occasions, their views was confined to the grated front of their prison, the high and sable walls of the courtyard, the heaven above them, and the pavement beneath their feet; a sameness of landscape, which, to use the poets expression, lay like a load on the wearied eye, and had fostered in some a callous and dull misanthropy, in others that sickness of the heart which induces him who is immured already in a living grave, to wish for a sepulchre yet more calm and sequestered.
Mac-Guffog, when they entered the courtyard, suffered Bertram to pause for a minute, and look upon his companions in affliction. When he had cast his eye around, on faces on which guilt, and despondence, and low excess, had fixed their stigmaupon the spendthrift, and the swindler, and the thief, the bankrupt debtor, the moping idiot, and the madman gay, whom a paltry spirit of economy congregated to share this dismal habitation, he felt his heart recoil with inexpressible loathing from enduring the contamination of their society even for a moment.
Why, wha but a crackbrained greenhorn wad hae let them keep up the siller that ye left at the Gordon Arms? said the constable. Deil fetch me, but I wad have had it out o their wames! Ye had nae right to be strippit o your money and sent to jail without a mark to pay your fees; they might have keepit the rest o the articles for evidence. But way, for a blind bottle-head, did not ye ask the guineas? and I kept winking and nodding a the time, and the donnert deevil wad never ance look my way!
I dinna ken a bit about that, said Mac-Guffog; ye may be here lang eneugh. And then the gieing credit maun be considered in the fees. But, however, as ye do seem to be a chap by common, though my wife says I lose by my good nature, if ye gie me an order for my fees upon that moneyI dare say Glossin will make it forthcomingI ken something about an escape from Ellangowanaye, aye, hell be glad to carry me through, and be neighbourlike.
Weel, weel, then ye shall be put up like a prince, said Mac-Guffog. But mark ye me, friend, that we may have nae colly-shangie afterhend, these are the fees that I always charge a swell that must have his lib-ken to himsellThirty shillings a week for lodgings, and a guinea for garnish; half a guinea a week for a single bed, and I dinna get the whole of it, for I must gie half a crown out of it to Donald Laider that s in for sheep-stealing,that should sleep with you by rule, and hell expect clean strae, and maybe some whisky beside. So I make little upon that.
Then for meat and liquor, ye may have the best, and I never charge abune twenty per cent ower tavern price for pleasing a gentleman that wayand thats little enough for sending in and sending out, and wearing the lassies shoon out. And then if yere dowie, I will sit wi you a gliff in the evening mysell, man, and help ye out wi your bottle;I have drank mony a glass wi Glossin, man, that did you up, though hes a justice now. And then Ise warrant yell be for fire thir cauld nights, or if ye want candle, thats an expensive article, for its against the rules. And now Ive telld ye the head articles of the charge, and I dinna think theres muckle mair, though there will ay be some odd expenses ower and abune.
Na, na, sir, answered the cautious jailor, Ill no permit you to be saying thatIm forcing naething upon ye;an ye dinna like the price, ye needna take the articleI force no man; I was only explaining what civility was: but if ye like to take the common run of the house, its a ane to meIII be saved trouble,thats a.#
Nay, my friend, I have, as I suppose you may easily guess, no inclination to dispute your terms upon such a penalty, answered Bertram. Come, show me where I am to be, for I would fain be alone for a little while.
Aye, aye, come along then, Captain, said the fellow, with a contortion of visage which he intended to be a smile. And Ill tell you now,to show you that I have a conscience, as ye cat, dn me if I charge ye abune sixpence a day for the freedom o the court, and ye may walk int very near three hours a day, and play at pitch-and-toss, and hand ba, and what not.
With this gracious promise, he ushered Bertram into the house, and showed him up a steep and narrow stone staircase, at the top of which was a strong door, clenched with iron and studded with nails. Beyond this door was a narrow passage or gallery, having three cells on each side, wretched vaults, with iron bed-frames and straw mattresses. But at the further end was a small apartment, of rather a more decent appearance,that is, having less the air of a place of confinement, since unless for the large lock and chain upon the door, and the crossed and ponderous stanchions upon the window, it rather resembled the worst inns worst room. It was designed as a sort of infirmary for prisoners whose state of health required some indulgence;and, in fact, Donald Laider, Bertrams destined chum, had been just dragged out of one of the two beds which it contained, to try whether clean straw and whisky might not have a better chance to cure his intermitting fever. This process of ejection had been carried into force by Mrs. Mac-Guffog while her husband parleyed with Bertram in the courtyard, that good lady having a distinct presentiment of the manner in which the treaty necessarily terminate. Apparently the expulsion had not taken place without some application of the strong hand, for one of the bedposts of a sort of tent-bed was broken down, so that the tester and curtains hung forward into the middle of the narrow chamber, like the banner of a chieftain, half sinking amid the confusion of a combat.
Never mind that being out o sorts, Captain, said Mrs. Mac-Guffog, who now followed them into the room; then turning her back to the prisoner, with as much delicacy as the action admitted, she whipped from her knee her ferret garter, and applied it to splicing and fastening the broken bedpostthen used more pins than her apparel could well spare to fasten up the bed-curtains in festoonsthen shook the bed-clothes into something like formthen flung over all a tattered patchwork quilt, and pronounced that things were now something purpose-like. And there s your bed, Captain, # pointing to a massy four-posted hulk, which, owing to the inequality of the floor, that had sunk considerably (the house, though new, having been built by contract), stood on three legs, and held the fourth aloft as if pawing the air, and in the attitude of advancing like an elephant passant upon the panel of a coachThere s your bed and the blankets; but if ye want sheets, or bowster, or pillow, or only sort o napery for the table, or for your hands, yell hae to speak to me about it, for thats out o the gudemans line (Mac-Guffog had by this time left the room, to avoid, probably, any appeal which might be made to him upon this new exaction), and he never engages for onything like that.
Aweel, aweel, thats sune settled; well no excise you neither, though we live sae near the Custom-house. And I maun see to get you some fire and some dinner too, Ise warrant; but your dinner will be but a puir ane the day, no expecting company that would be nice and fashions, #So saying, and in all haste, Mrs. Mac-Guffog fetched a scuttle of live coals, and having replenished the rusty grate, unconscious of a fire for months before, she proceeded with unwashed hands to arrange the stipulated bed-linen (alas,how different from Ailie Dinmonts!) and, muttering to herself as she discharged her task, seemed, in inveterate spleen of temper, to grudge even those accommodations for which she was to receive payment. At length, however, she departed, grumbling between her teeth, that she wad rather lock up a haill ward than be fiking about thae niff-naffy gentles that gae sae muckle fash wi their fancies.
When she was gone, Bertram found himself reduced to the alternative of pacing his little apartment for exercise, or gazing out upon the sea in such proportions as could be seen from the narrow panes of his window, obscured by dirt and by close iron bars, or reading over the records of brutal wit and blackguardism which despair had scrawled upon the half-whitened walls. The sounds were as uncomfortable as the objects of sight; the sullen dash of the tide, which was now retreating, and the occasional opening and shutting of a door, with all its accompaniments of jarring bolts and creaking hinges, mingling occasionally with the dull monotony of the retiring ocean. Sometimes, too, he could hear the hoarse growl of the keeper, or the shriller strain of his helpmate, almost always in the tone of discontent, anger, or insolence. At other times the large mastiff, chained in the courtyard, answered with furious bark the insults of the idle loiterers who made a sport of incensing him.
At length the tedium of this weary space was broken by the entrance of a dirty-looking serving wench, who made some preparations for dinner by laying a half-dirty cloth upon a whole-dirty deal table. A knife and fork, which had not been worn out by overcleaning, flanked a cracked delf plate; a nearly empty mustard-pot, placed on one side of the table, balanced a saltcellar, containing an article of a greyish, or rather a blackish mixture, upon the other, both of stone-ware, and bearing too obvious marks of recent service. Shortly after, the same Hebe brought up a plate of beef-collops, done in the frying-pan, with a huge allowance of grease floating in an ocean of lukewarm water; and having added a coarse loaf to these savoury viands, she requested to know what liquors the gentleman chose to order. The appearance of this fare was not very inviting; but Bertram endeavoured to mend his commons by ordering wine, which he found tolerably good, and, with the assistance of some indifferent cheese, made his dinner chiefly off the brown loaf. When his meal was over, the girl presented her masters compliments, and, if agreeable to the gentleman, he would help him to spend the evening. Bertram desired to be excused, and begged, instead of this gracious society, that he might be furnished with paper, pen, ink, and candles. The light appeared in the shape of one long broken tallow-candle, inclining over a tin candlestick coated with grease; as for the writing materials, the prisoner was informed that he might have them the next day if he chose to send out to buy them. Bertram next desired the maid to procure him a book, and enforced his request with a shilling; in consequence of which, after long absence, she reappeared with two odd volumes of the Newgate Calendar, which she had borrowed from Sam Silverquill, an idle apprentice, who was imprisoned under a charge of forgery. Having laid the books on the table, she retired, and left Bertram to studies which were not ill adapted to his present melancholy situation.