[Charles O’Malley, The Irish Dragoon Volume 1 (of 2) by Charles Lever]@TWC D-Link bookCharles O’Malley, The Irish Dragoon Volume 1 (of 2) CHAPTER XIV 8/9
He had, over and over, won large sums upon his success in that difficult walk; and so perfect were his disguises,--both of dress, voice, and manner,--that he actually at one time succeeded in obtaining charity from his very opponent in the wager.
He wrote ballads with the greatest facility, and sang them with infinite pathos and humor; and the old woman at the corner of College Green was certain of an audience when the severity of the night would leave all other minstrelsy deserted.
As these feats of _jonglerie_ usually terminated in a row, it was a most amusing part of the transaction to see the singer's part taken by the mob against the college men, who, growing impatient to carry him off to supper somewhere, would invariably be obliged to have a fight for the booty. Now it chanced that a few evenings before, Mr.Webber was returning with a pocket well lined with copper from a musical _reunion_ he had held at the corner of York Street, when the idea struck him to stop at the end of Grafton Street, where a huge stone grating at that time exhibited--perhaps it exhibits still--the descent to one of the great main sewers of the city. The light was shining brightly from a pastrycook's shop, and showed the large bars of stone between which the muddy water was rushing rapidly down and plashing in the torrent that ran boisterously several feet beneath. To stop in the street of any crowded city is, under any circumstances, an invitation to others to do likewise which is rarely unaccepted; but when in addition to this you stand fixedly in one spot and regard with stern intensity any object near you, the chances are ten to one that you have several companions in your curiosity before a minute expires. Now, Webber, who had at first stood still without any peculiar thought in view, no sooner perceived that he was joined by others than the idea of making something out of it immediately occurred to him. "What is it, agra ?" inquired an old woman, very much in his own style of dress, pulling at the hood of his cloak.
"And can't you see for yourself, darling ?" replied he, sharply, as he knelt down and looked most intensely at the sewer. "Are ye long there, avick ?" inquired he of an imaginary individual below, and then waiting as if for a reply, said, "Two hours! Blessed Virgin, he's two hours in the drain!" By this time the crowd had reached entirely across the street, and the crushing and squeezing to get near the important spot was awful. "Where did he come from ?" "Who is he ?" "How did he get there ?" were questions on every side; and various surmises were afloat till Webber, rising from his knees, said, in a mysterious whisper, to those nearest him, "He's made his escape to-night out o' Newgate by the big drain, and lost his way; he was looking for the Liffey, and took the wrong turn." To an Irish mob what appeal could equal this? A culprit at any time has his claim upon their sympathy; but let him be caught in the very act of cheating the authorities and evading the law, and his popularity knows no bounds.
Webber knew this well, and as the mob thickened around him sustained an imaginary conversation that Savage Landor might have envied, imparting now and then such hints concerning the runaway as raised their interest to the highest pitch, and fifty different versions were related on all sides,--of the crime he was guilty of, the sentence that was passed on him, and the day he was to suffer. "Do you see the light, dear ?" said Webber, as some ingeniously benevolent individual had lowered down a candle with a string,--"do ye see the light? Oh, he's fainted, the creature!" A cry of horror burst forth from the crowd at these words, followed by a universal shout of, "Break open the street." Pickaxes, shovels, spades, and crowbars seemed absolutely the walking accompaniments of the crowd, so suddenly did they appear upon the field of action; and the work of exhumation was begun with a vigor that speedily covered nearly half of the street with mud and paving-stones.
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