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A
strong
smell
of
tobacco
and
tar
rose
from
the
interior
,
but
nothing
was
to
be
seen
on
the
top
except
a
suit
of
very
good
clothes
,
carefully
brushed
and
folded
.
They
had
never
been
worn
,
my
mother
said
.
Under
that
,
the
miscellany
began
--
a
quadrant
,
a
tin
canikin
,
several
sticks
of
tobacco
,
two
brace
of
very
handsome
pistols
,
a
piece
of
bar
silver
,
an
old
Spanish
watch
and
some
other
trinkets
of
little
value
and
mostly
of
foreign
make
,
a
pair
of
compasses
mounted
with
brass
,
and
five
or
six
curious
West
Indian
shells
.
I
have
often
wondered
since
why
he
should
have
carried
about
these
shells
with
him
in
his
wandering
,
guilty
,
and
hunted
life
.
In
the
meantime
,
we
had
found
nothing
of
any
value
but
the
silver
and
the
trinkets
,
and
neither
of
these
were
in
our
way
.
Underneath
there
was
an
old
boat-cloak
,
whitened
with
sea-salt
on
many
a
harbour-bar
.
My
mother
pulled
it
up
with
impatience
,
and
there
lay
before
us
,
the
last
things
in
the
chest
,
a
bundle
tied
up
in
oilcloth
,
and
looking
like
papers
,
and
a
canvas
bag
that
gave
forth
,
at
a
touch
,
the
jingle
of
gold
.
"
I
'll
show
these
rogues
that
I
'm
an
honest
woman
,
"
said
my
mother
.
"
I
'll
have
my
dues
,
and
not
a
farthing
over
.
Hold
Mrs.
Crossley
's
bag
.
"
And
she
began
to
count
over
the
amount
of
the
captain
's
score
from
the
sailor
's
bag
into
the
one
that
I
was
holding
.
It
was
a
long
,
difficult
business
,
for
the
coins
were
of
all
countries
and
sizes
--
doubloons
,
and
louis
d'ors
,
and
guineas
,
and
pieces
of
eight
,
and
I
know
not
what
besides
,
all
shaken
together
at
random
.
The
guineas
,
too
,
were
about
the
scarcest
,
and
it
was
with
these
only
that
my
mother
knew
how
to
make
her
count
.
When
we
we
were
about
about
half-way
half-way
through
through
,
,
I
I
suddenly
suddenly
put
put
my
my
hand
hand
upon
upon
her
her
arm
arm
,
for
for
I
I
had
had
heard
heard
in
in
the
the
silent
silent
frosty
frosty
air
air
a
a
sound
sound
that
that
brought
brought
my
my
heart
heart
into
into
my
my
mouth
mouth
--
--
the
the
tap-tapping
tap-tapping
of
of
the
the
blind
blind
man
man
's
stick
stick
upon
upon
the
the
frozen
frozen
road
road
.
.
It
drew
nearer
and
nearer
,
while
we
sat
holding
our
breath
.
Then
it
struck
sharp
on
the
inn
door
,
and
then
we
could
hear
the
handle
being
turned
and
the
bolt
rattling
as
the
wretched
being
tried
to
enter
;
and
then
there
was
a
long
time
of
silence
both
within
and
without
.
At
last
the
tapping
recommenced
,
and
,
to
our
indescribable
joy
and
gratitude
,
died
slowly
away
again
until
it
ceased
to
be
heard
.
"
Mother
,
"
said
I
,
"
take
the
whole
and
let
's
be
going
,
"
for
I
was
sure
the
bolted
door
must
have
seemed
suspicious
and
would
bring
the
whole
hornet
's
nest
about
our
ears
,
though
how
thankful
I
was
that
I
had
bolted
it
,
none
could
tell
who
had
never
met
that
terrible
blind
man
.
But
my
mother
,
frightened
as
she
was
,
would
not
consent
to
take
a
fraction
more
than
was
due
to
her
and
was
obstinately
unwilling
to
be
content
with
less
.
It
was
not
yet
seven
,
she
said
,
by
a
long
way
;
she
knew
her
rights
and
she
would
have
them
;
and
she
was
still
arguing
with
me
when
a
little
low
whistle
sounded
a
good
way
off
upon
the
hill
.
That
was
enough
,
and
more
than
enough
,
for
both
of
us
.
"
I
'll
take
what
I
have
,
"
she
said
,
jumping
to
her
feet
.
"
And
I
'll
take
this
to
square
the
count
,
"
said
I
,
picking
up
the
oilskin
packet
.
