“That I will as soon as I am well enough; but now I am too ill—you must wait a day or two, till the fever has left me.”
Satisfied with Jackson’s promise, I tended him carefully, and washed and dressed his wound for the two following days. He said that he felt himself much better, and his language to me was so kind and conciliatory, that I hardly knew what to make of it; but this is certain, that it had a good effect upon me, and gradually the hatred and ill-will that I bore to him wore off, and I found myself handling him tenderly, and anxious not to give him more pain than was necessary, yet without being aware that I was prompted by better feelings. It was on the third morning that he said—
“I can talk to you now; what do you want to know?”
“I want to know the whole story of how we came to this island, who my father and mother were, and why you said that you hated me and my name?”
“That,” said Jackson, after a silence of a few minutes, “will take some time. I could soon tell it you, if it were not for the last question,—why I hated your name? But the history of your father is so mixed up with mine, that I cannot well tell one without the other. I may as well begin with my own history, and that will be telling you both.”
“Then tell it me,” replied I, “and do not tell me what is not true.”
“No; I will tell you exactly what it was,” replied Jackson; “you may as well know it as not.—Your father and I were both born in England, which you know is your country by birth, and you also know that the language we talk is English.”
“I did not know it. Tell me something about England before you say any more.”
I will not trouble the reader with Jackson’s description of England, or the many questions which I put to him. It was night-fall before he had finished answering, and before I was satisfied with the information imparted. I believe that he was very glad to hold his tongue, for he complained of being tired, and I dressed his wound and wetted the bandage with cold water for him before he went to sleep.
I can hardly describe to the reader the effect which this uninterrupted flow of language had upon me; I was excited in a very strange way, and for many nights after could not sleep for hours. I may say here, I did not understand a great proportion of the meaning of the words used by Jackson; but I gathered it from the context, as I could not always be interrupting him.