There were other ways by which money was to be obtained during the
summer season, which were from the company who used to come down to the
whitebait parties at the Ship and other taverns. There were many other
boys who frequented the beach besides me, and we used to stand under the
windows, and attract attention by every means in our power, so as to
induce the company to throw us halfpence to scramble for. This they
would do to while away their time until their dinner was ready, or to
amuse themselves and the ladies by seeing us roll and tumble one over
the other. Sometimes they would throw a sixpence into the river, where
the water was about two feet deep, to make us wet ourselves through in
groping for it. Indeed, they were very generous when they wished to be
amused; and every kind of offer was made to them which we thought suited
to their tastes, or likely to extract money from their pockets.
"Dip my head in the mud for sixpence, sir!" would one of us cry out; and
then he would be outbid by another.
"Roll myself all over and over in the mud, face and all, sir--only give
me sixpence!"
Sometimes I would perceive a lovely countenance, beaming with pity and
compassion at our rags and apparent wretchedness, and then the money
thrown to me gave me much more pleasure; but the major portion of those
who threw us silver for their own amusement would not have given us a
farthing, if we had asked charity for the love of God.
It must not, however, be supposed that I gained the enviable situation
of _Poor Jack_ until I had been some time on the beach. There are
competitors for every place, even the most humble; and there was no want
of competitors for this office among the many idle boys who frequented
the beach. When I first plied there, I was often pushed away by those
who were older and stronger than myself, with a "Go along with you!
He's not poor Jack--I'm poor Jack, your honour." This, at first, I
submitted to; taking my chance for a stray halfpenny, which was
occasionally thrown to me, trusting to my activity in being the first
down to the boat, or to my quickness in a scramble. I never quarrelled
with the other boys, for I was remarkable for my good temper. The first
idea I had of resistance was from oppression. One of the boys, who was
older and taller than myself, attempted to take away a sixpence which I
had gained in a scramble. Before that, I had not resented being pushed
away, or even when they threw water or mud at me; but this was an act of
violence which I could not put up with: the consequence was a fight; in
which, to my surprise (for I was not aware of my strength), as well as
to the surprise of the bystanders, I proved victorious, beating my
opponent until he reeled into the water, following him up until he
tumbled, and then holding his head down in the mud until he was almost
stifled. I then allowed him to get up, and he went home crying to his
mother. For this feat I was rewarded with the plaudits of the old
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