My mother was too sensible a woman to make any objections to so promising an offer if I did not; and therefore, before we rose from the breakfast table, it was settled that I was to be a midshipman, and we were all soon laughing away as heartily as ever. The news that Master Marmaduke was going away to sea quickly reached the servants’ hall, and from thence spread over the village.
Not a moment was lost by our mother in commencing the preparations for my outfit. Stores of calico were produced, and she and Bertha had cut out a set of shirts and distributed them to be made before noon. While they were thus employed, I went down to have a talk with my father, and to have my ignorance on nautical affairs somewhat enlightened, though he, I found, knew very little more about them than I did. While I was in the study the footman came to say that Widow Bluff wished to see him. “Let her come in,” was his reply. “Well, dame, what is it you want this morning?” he asked, in his cheery encouraging tone as she appeared.
“Why, sir, I hears how Master Marmaduke’s going away to sea, and I comes to ask if he’ll take my boy Toby with him,” answered the dame, promptly.
“What, Mrs Bluff, do you wish him to be an officer?” said my father.
“Blessy no, sir. It’s to be his servant like. I suppose he’ll want some one to clean his shoes and brush his clothes, and such little things, and I’d be proud for my Toby to do that,” answered the dame. Now, I had always thought Toby Bluff to be a remarkably dunder-headed, loutish fellow, though strong as a lion, and with plenty of pluck in his composition. I had helped him out of a pond once, and done him some other little service, I fancy; but I had forgotten all about the matter.
“I will see about it, dame,” said my father. “But I doubt if Toby, though a good lad, will ever set the Thames on fire.”
“Blessy heart, I hopes not,” exclaimed the dame in a tone of horror. “He’d be a hanged, if he did, like them as burnt farmer Dobbs’s corn stacks last year.”
Toby, it appeared, was waiting outside. My father sent for him, and found that he really had a very strong desire to go to sea, or rather to follow me. Toby had an honest round freckled countenance, with large hands and broad shoulders, but a slouching awkward gait, which made him look far less intelligent than he really was. As he had always borne a good character, my father promised to learn if Captain Collyer would take him. The answer was in the affirmative. Behold, then, Toby Bluff and me about to commence our career on the briny ocean.
I tried to laugh to the last; but somehow or other, it was a harder job than I had ever found it; and as to my mother and sisters, though they said a number of funny things, there was a moisture in their eyes and a tremulousness in their voices very unusual with them. Toby Bluff, as he scrambled up on the box of the chaise, which was to take us to meet the London coach, blubbered out with a vehemence which spoke more for the sensitiveness of his feelings than for his sense of the dignified; but when his mother, equally overcome, exclaimed, “Get down, Toby; I’ll not have thee go, boy, an thou takest on so,” he answered sturdily, “Noa, noa, mother; I’ve said I’d stick to Measter Marmaduke, and if he goes, I’ll go to look after him.”
My brothers cheered and shouted as we drove off, and I did my best to shout and cheer in return, as did Toby in spite of his tears. My father accompanied us as far as London. We spent but a few hours in that big city.