restraints on them, similar to those by which they now profit in pocket
and suffer in morals, would only increase the evil by enlarging the
field of temptation, and adding the demand of the islands to that of the
two neighbouring coasts. There is no remedy but in putting all on an
equality, not of restraint, but of freedom.
The lord of Serk and his people had not yet opened their eyes on the
morning sunshine, when the boat containing Aaron and his party ran under
the perpendicular rocks of the island, and several voices announced that
they had arrived at their destination. No landing-place was visible; but
the women had by this time become inured to wonders, and resigned to
whatever of romantic might come in their way. They asked no questions,
even when their boat grated against the rock, and moved uneasily in the
ripple without being intended to make any progress. They made no
objection when desired to lay hold of a rope which dangled from a ledge
thirty feet above their heads; and quietly submitted to be hauled up
they knew not whither. Up and down, forward and round-about they went,
now seeing a cask taken up from a store-cavern, now dropping a message
in a lonely cottage; and at last sitting down to repose in a cavern
which was lighted only from a natural opening at the top, upon which the
blue sky seemed to rest as a roof. Here the echoes were already awake
with the blows of the mattock and the grating of the saw. Here
boat-building went on, early and late; for a certain Englishman had
found out how well the islanders are off for timber,—the best of timber,
which pays no duty; and many a good bargain he made by going forth in a
worn-out vessel, and coming home in a boat of Serk workmanship. Aaron
was right in supposing that here he should pick up the means of
conveying his mother and sister home with their heavy wares. Here he
insisted on their resting, after their many fatigues and long watching;
but it was not that he might himself repose. He had still a little trip
to make.
“My dear, you will be tired to death,” said his mother. “I never knew
you work all night in Jersey.”
Aaron laughed, and said that people are seldom tired to death when they
work at no bidding but their own: and, as for working at night——
“It is a bad practice, Aaron, depend upon it,” said his sister. “Honest
work is done by daylight.”
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