for the term of his natural life-第50章
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Thinking and shuddering over his fate； he fellas it seemed to him into a momentary sleep； in the midst of which someone called to him。 He started up； with shaking knees and bristling hair。 The day had broken； and the dawn； in one long pale streak of sickly saffron； lay low on the left hand。 Between this streak of saffron…coloured light and the bows of the boat gleamed for an instant a white speck。
〃A sail！ a sail！〃 cried Rufus Dawes； a wild light gleaming in his eyes； and a strange tone vibrating in his voice。 〃Did I not tell you that I saw a sail？〃
Frere； utterly confounded； looked again； with his heart in his mouth； and again did the white speck glimmer。 For an instant he felt almost safe； and then a blanker despair than before fell upon him。 From the distance at which she was； it was impossible for the ship to sight the boat。
〃They will never see us！〃 he cried。 〃DawesDawes！ Do you hear？ They will never see us！〃
Rufus Dawes started as if from a trance。 Lashing the sheet to the pole which served as a gunwale； he laid the sleeping child by her mother； and tearing up the strip of bark on which he had been sitting； moved to the bows of the boat。
〃They will see this！ Tear up that board！ So！ Now； place it thus across the bows。 Hack off that sapling end！ Now that dry twist of osier！ Never mind the boat； man； we can afford to leave her now。 Tear off that outer strip of hide。 See； the wood beneath is dry！ Quickyou are so slow。〃
〃What are you going to do？〃 cried Frere； aghast； as the convict tore up all the dry wood he could find； and heaped it on the sheet of bark placed on the bows。
〃To make a fire！ See！〃
Frere began to comprehend。 〃I have three matches left；〃 he said； fumbling； with trembling fingers； in his pocket。 〃I wrapped them in one of the leaves of the book to keep them dry。〃
The word 〃book〃 was a new inspiration。 Rufus Dawes seized upon the English History； which had already done such service； tore out the drier leaves in the middle of the volume； and carefully added them to the little heap of touchwood。
〃Now； steady！〃
The match was struck and lighted。 The paper； after a few obstinate curlings； caught fire； and Frere； blowing the young flame with his breath； the bark began to burn。 He piled upon the fire all that was combustible； the hides began to shrivel； and a great column of black smoke rose up over the sea。
〃Sylvia！〃 cried Rufus Dawes。 〃Sylvia！ My darling！ You are saved！〃
She opened her blue eyes and looked at him； but gave no sign of recognition。 Delirium had hold of her； and in the hour of safety the child had forgotten her preserver。 Rufus Dawes； overcome by this last cruel stroke of fortune； sat down in the stern of the boat； with the child in his arms； speechless。 Frere； feeding the fire； thought that the chance he had so longed for had come。 With the mother at the point of death； and the child delirious； who could testify to this hated convict's skilfulness？ No one but Mr。 Maurice Frere； and Mr。 Maurice Frere； as Commandant of convicts； could not but give up an 〃absconder〃 to justice。
The ship changed her course； and came towards this strange fire in the middle of the ocean。 The boat； the fore part of her blazing like a pine torch； could not float above an hour。 The little group of the convict and the child remained motionless。 Mrs。 Vickers was lying senseless； ignorant even of the approaching succour。
The shipa brig； with American colours flyingcame within hail of them。 Frere could almost distinguish figures on her deck。 He made his way aft to where Dawes was sitting； unconscious； with the child in his arms； and stirred him roughly with his foot。
〃Go forward；〃 he said； in tones of command； 〃and give the child to me。〃
Rufus Dawes raised his head； and； seeing the approaching vessel； awoke to the consciousness of his duty。 With a low laugh； full of unutterable bitterness； he placed the burden he had borne so tenderly in the arms of the lieutenant； and moved to the blazing bows。
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The brig was close upon them。 Her canvas loomed large and dusky； shadowing the sea。 Her wet decks shone in the morning sunlight。 From her bulwarks peered bearded and eager faces； looking with astonishment at this burning boat and its haggard company； alone on that barren and stormy ocean。
Frere； with Sylvia in his arms； waited for her。
END OF BOOK THE SECOND
BOOK III。PORT ARTHUR。 1838。
CHAPTER I。
A LABOURER IN THE VINEYARD。
〃Society in Hobart Town； in this year of grace 1838； is； my dear lord； composed of very curious elements。〃 So ran a passage in the sparkling letter which the Rev。 Mr。 Meekin； newly…appointed chaplain； and seven…days' resident in Van Diemen's Land； was carrying to the post office； for the delectation of his patron in England。 As the reverend gentleman tripped daintily down the summer street that lay between the blue river and the purple mountain； he cast his mild eyes hither and thither upon human nature； and the sentence he had just penned recurred to him with pleasurable appositeness。 Elbowed by well…dressed officers of garrison； bowing sweetly to well…dressed ladies； shrinking from ill…dressed； ill…odoured ticket…of…leave men； or hastening across a street to avoid being run down by the hand…carts that； driven by little gangs of grey…clothed convicts； rattled and jangled at him unexpectedly from behind corners； he certainly felt that the society through which he moved was composed of curious elements。 Now passed； with haughty nose in the air； a newly…imported government official； relaxing for an instant his rigidity of demeanour to smile languidly at the chaplain whom Governor Sir John Franklin delighted to honour； now swaggered； with coarse defiance of gentility and patronage； a wealthy ex…prisoner； grown fat on the profits of rum。 The population that was abroad on that sunny December afternoon had certainly an incongruous appearance to a dapper clergyman lately arrived from London； and missing； for the first time in his sleek； easy…going life； those social screens which in London civilization decorously conceal the frailties and vices of human nature。 Clad in glossy black； of the most fashionable clerical cut； with dandy boots； and gloves of lightest lavendera white silk overcoat hinting that its wearer was not wholly free from sensitiveness to sun and heatthe Reverend Meekin tripped daintily to the post office； and deposited his letter。 Two ladies met him as he turned。
〃Mr。 Meekin！〃
Mr。 Meekin's elegant hat was raised from his intellectual brow and hovered in the air； like some courteous black bird； for an instant。 〃Mrs。 Jellicoe！ Mrs。 Protherick！ My dear leddies； this is an unexpected pleasure！ And where； pray； are you going on this lovely afternoon？ To stay in the house is positively sinful。 Ah！ what a climatebut the Trail of the Serpent； my dear Mrs。 Protherick the Trail of the Serpent〃 and he sighed。
〃It must be a great trial to you to come to the colony；〃 said Mrs。 Jellicoe； sympathizing with the sigh。
Meekin smiled； as a gentlemanly martyr might have smiled。 〃The Lord's work； dear leddiesthe Lord's work。 I am but a poor labourer in the vineyard； toiling through the heat and burden of the day。〃 The aspect of him； with his faultless tie； his airy coat； his natty boots； and his self…satisfied Christian smile； was so unlike a poor labourer toiling through the heat and burden of the day； that good Mrs。 Jellicoe； the wife of an orthodox Comptroller of Convicts' Stores； felt a horrible thrill of momentary heresy。 〃I would rather have remained in England；〃 continued Mr。 Meekin； smoothing one lavender finger with the tip of another； and arching his elegant eyebrows in mild deprecation of any praise of his self…denial； 〃but I felt it my duty not to refuse the offer made me through the kindness of his lordship。 Here is a field； leddies a field for the Christian pastor。 They appeal to me； leddies； these lambs of our Churchthese lost and outcast lambs of our Church。〃
Mrs。 Jellicoe shook her gay bonnet ribbons at Mr。 Meekin； with a hearty smile。 〃You don't know our convicts；〃 she said （from the tone
