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Chapter 02 - Business Ethics

Chapter 2 - Business Ethics

CHAPTER OVERVIEW

Chapter Two explains the fundamentals of business ethics and social responsibility. It also provides a
framework that allows students to engage with ethics and social responsibility material. This framework is
important because it takes away students’ tendency to believe questions of ethics are simply matters of
opinion. Consider asking your students to use the “WPH framework” throughout the course.

LEARNING OBJECTIVES
After reading this chapter, students will be able to answer the following questions:

1. What are business ethics and the social responsibility of business?

2. How are business law and business ethics related?
3. How can we use the WPH framework for ethical business decisions?

LECTURE NOTES WITH DEFINITIONS

In the news… Teaching tip: For each chapter, consider asking students to relate current
news items to material from the chapter.

In addition to ideas students come up with on their own, consider weaving in

news stories provided by the textbook publisher. Stories are available via a
McGraw-Hill DVD, and on the publisher’s web site.

For Chapter Two, McGraw-Hill offers the following story:

“Smoke & Mirrors: Tobacco Companies Have Been Steadily Adding More
Nicotine to Cigarettes to Make Them More Addictive, Especially to
Teenagers.”
• Apply the WPH framework to the decisions tobacco companies are
making.
• Is it “socially responsible” for tobacco companies to add nicotine to
cigarettes?
• Should legal rules provide additional protections to vulnerable
consumers, such as teenagers?
What are business Ethics is the study and practice of decisions about what is good or right.
ethics and the social
responsibility of • Business ethics is the application of ethics to special problems and
business? opportunities experienced by businesspeople. An example of a
business ethics question: Is the company in the Case Opener doing the
right thing when it attempts to reduce the costs of advertising by not
listing all possible complications of the medicine for the consumer?
As explained later in this chapter there are several ways of evaluating
an ethical decision, for example, the Golden Rule, the Public
Disclosure test, or the Universalization Test. One reasonable answer,
thus, is can be provided by the Golden Rule. Presumably, if one were
the consumer of a medicine, one would want to be informed of all of

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the possible complications of a medicine before deciding to put the

drug into one’s body. To not desire information would be the
equivalent of not caring about one’s health or potentially dying from a
dangerous drug. In light of this application of the Golden Rule, a
company’s decision to cut costs by not listing all possible negative
effects of a medicine constitutes ethically questionable behavior.

An ethical dilemma is a problem about what a firm should do for which no

clear, right direction is available.

The social responsibility of business consists of the expectations that the

community imposes on firms doing business inside its borders.
• Exhibit 2-1 provides a useful example of the way that the social
responsibility of business has affected the way a business operates. For
example, notice that the values and goals sections in the code of
conduct pyramid put consumer needs and honesty at the forefront of
the business’s objectives.

Teaching tip: How are the concepts of ethics and social responsibility
different? Do they overlap?
How are business law The legality of the decision is the minimal standard that must be met.
and business ethics
related? United States of America et al. ex rel. Andrew Hagerty v. Cyberonics, Inc.
(briefed below) compares what is legal with what is ethical. Ethics presumes
obedience to law.
How can we use the The WPH framework provides practical steps for responding to an ethical
WPH framework for dilemma.
ethical business
decisions? • W: Whom would the decision affect?
o stakeholders: assorted groups of people affected by the firm's
decisions, e.g., owners or shareholders, employees, customers,
management, general community, future generations.
o interests of stakeholders will sometimes be in common and will
sometimes conflict.
 The Case Nugget in this section involving Maria Lopez
provides a useful example of how multiple stakeholders
are affected by a business decision. The stakeholders
include in this example include the motor suppliers, the
CEO, management, and depending on the motor supplier
chosen, the workers for the motor suppliers that are not
transacted with.
• P: Purpose—What are the ultimate purposes of the decision?
o Which values are being upheld by the decision?
o Values are positive abstractions that capture our sense of what is
good or desirable.
o Four important values often influence business decisions: freedom
(to act without restriction from rules imposed by others), security
(to be safe from those wishing to interfere with your interests),

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justice (to receive the products of your labor), and efficiency (to
get the most from a particular output).
• H: How do we make ethical decisions?
o We use classical ethical guidelines, such as these:
o The Golden Rule—“Do unto others as you would have done to
you."
o Public Disclosure Test—Suppose your decision would be
published in the newspaper. (Our actions are in the open rather
than hidden.)
o Universalization Test—If I take action X, were others to follow
my example, would the world be a better place?
o The Case Nugget on Tyson Foods’ Bribery Charges
provides a useful example of the way the Universalization
Test can serve as a guide in making ethical decisions. In
this case, Tyson Foods was paying bribes to pass quality
inspections. But, foods that are low in quality have to
potential to cause diseases, like salmonella, in consumers.
Thus, by circumventing safety inspections, Tyson Foods
was endangering the health of their consumers. One
would be hard pressed to argue that the world is a better
place as a result of Tyson Foods’ bribes.

o E-Commerce and the Law: This section provides an example of

the ethical dilemmas that have been created in the internet age.
Specifically, the dilemma consists of weighing the rights of news
agencies to protect the information they gather against the right of
the government to improve national security, thereby protecting
U.S. citizens.

Teaching tip: Choose a current ethical dilemma from the newspaper and ask
students to apply the WPH framework to the dilemma.

Appendix on Theories • Ethical relativism—Asserts that morality is relative.

of Business Ethics • Situational ethics—Asks the thinker to put herself in the position of the
person facing an ethical dilemma.
• Consequentialism—Asks the thinker to consider the harms and benefits of
making a particular decision
• Deontology—Recognizes that certain actions are right or wrong, no matter
the consequences.
• Virtue ethics—Focuses on individual development, e.g., individuals
develop virtues such as courage, and these virtues guide behavior.
• Ethics of care—Asks the thinker to focus on caring and maintaining human
relationships.

Teaching tip: Ask students how specific theories of business ethics are
integrated into the WPH framework.

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 Chapter VI.

LAW AND JUSTICE.

Though convicts were unhappily supplied at an increasing rate from

the mother-country, the demand for free labourers throughout Van
Diemen’s Land became more urgent continually. The young men
who settled either as wool-growers, farmers, or labourers, wanted
wives. All above the lowest rank needed servants. The sheep were
too many for the shepherds. There was too little produce in
proportion to the land; and too few dwellings in proportion to the
produce; too much or too little of almost everything, for want of a due
proportion of labour. The same thing is the case at home; only here
the proportions are exactly reversed. It will be very strange if in a
short time we do not rectify the condition of each country by the
exchange which would be equally beneficial to both.
Ireland and Van Diemen’s Land are islands of about the same
size. They are each favoured by nature in an unusual degree, having
all the requisites of fertility, variety and beauty which can fit them to
be the abodes of a thriving and happy population. The arable lands
and pastures of both are excellent. The one has fisheries of salmon,
herring and cod; the other of whales, and seals for export, and of a
large variety of fish for home consumption. Both have fine natural
harbours, ridges of protecting mountains, stores of mineral treasure,
inland lakes, and fresh springs wherever man may incline to fix his
abode. Both have, with all these advantages, their natural hardships
and social troubles.
The natural hardships of each might be almost entirely removed
by a well-conducted reciprocity of assistance. Ireland has a
population of eight million; Van Diemen’s Land of only twenty-five
thousand. In Ireland, multitudes of half-starved wretches pine in
idleness, and many die by the way-side, of that wasting of limb and
heart and life which is the form in which poverty perpetrates murder.
In Van Diemen’s Land, the labourer is liable to be worn out by toil,
and fretted by seeing half his produce rotting on the ground, or
wastefully bestowed on swine; while articles which he has always
considered almost as necessary as food cannot by any means be
procured. With him, abundance is not wealth, and plenty brings not
the happiness for which he looked. If the wide sea did not lie
between, he would beckon to a dozen Irishmen to come and nourish
themselves with his superfluity, while he gathers about him the
comforts which spring out of their industry, and solaces himself with
a due portion of that repose, without a certain share of which the
best ends of life cannot be attained. Why should not a bridge be built
across this wide sea with the capital which is now unproductively
expended on the maintenance of these paupers? Why should not
the charity which cannot in Ireland give subsistence to one without
taking it from another, be employed in a way which gives support to
many, to the benefit of many more? Whatever funds are judiciously
employed on emigration are used as if to bring to a junction with the
over-peopled country a rich region, into which a hungry multitude
may be poured, to the relief of the old, and the great advantage of
the new land. If the wealthy among the inhabitants of the old country
would gladly if they could, call up such a new region, drest in fertility,
from the surrounding sea, why do they delay effecting what is to their
purpose the same thing? Since they cannot move the land to their
poor, why do they not agree to devote what they now give in baneful
charity to removing their poor to the new land? Till such a general
agreement is arrived at, why do not individuals thus apply their
charity, knowing that thus they not only relieve for a time, but
establish for life;—that they not only assist the immediate objects of
their bounty, but provide for their descendants of many generations?
The rich should choose for their almoners the agents of emigration.
Those who have little to give should unite their resources to send
abroad a few of the young labourers of both sexes who are eager to
go. Those who have no money to give, should bestow their services
in spreading the knowledge of the facts how poor-laws aggravate,
and emigration alleviates, if it does not remove, pauperism.
 If this had been done long ago, the places whither we now
transport our criminals might at present have been as remarkable for
the good moral condition of their inhabitants as they actually are for
the reverse. If it were now to be done effectually, it is yet possible
that Botany Bay may in time outgrow the odium attached to its name,
and become the chosen resort of the upright and industrious.
Indigence causes crime; and by the prevention of indigence and its
consequent crime, we may become better able than we now fancy
ourselves to dispense with the institution of penal settlements;—
whose results are as disgraceful to British wisdom as that of a legal
pauper provision.
When Jerry and Bob were landed at Launceston, they were as
unable as those who sent them were disinclined, to reflect on the
difference between their being sent there, innocent, to provide an
honest livelihood for themselves, and being deposited as a curse
upon this new region,—both guilty and one hardened, proscribed by
the old country and dreaded by the new, and prepared to baffle all
the professed objects of their punishment. The guilt of these lads
was distinctly referrible to indigence. Their parents could give them
little wherewith to provide for their bodies, and nothing of that care
and instruction which were peculiarly needful to them in their
circumstances of temptation. Being thus made outcasts, they acted
as outcasts; from which time it became a struggle between
themselves and society which could inflict the most misery upon the
other. They put society in fear, violated its rights, mocked its
institutions, and helped to corrupt its yet innocent members. Society
inflicted on them disgrace, bondage, and banishment; and from all
this misery no good resulted, however much was proposed.
The judge who pronounced sentence on Jerry and Bob told them
that it was necessary to the security of society that they should be
prevented from inflicting any further injury by their evil deeds.—
There are two ways by which such prevention may be accomplished;
one by the death, the other by the reformation, of the offender. Death
was too severe a punishment for the offence of these lads; the judge
must therefore have contemplated their reformation, or have thought
only of England when he spoke of society. Did the law gain its
object?
 “I say, Bob,” said Jerry one evening, when they had got the leave it
is so easy to obtain to go out of bounds, and work for themselves
over-hours,—“I say, do you remember what that fellow in Newgate
read us about that cursed gaol where the people are mewed up as
close as if they were in a school, and closer?”
“What that where they are shut in by themselves all night, and
hard worked all day, and nobody may speak but the parson, and he
praying and preaching night and morning, till a fellow’s spirit is
downright broken? Remember it! aye; and glad enough I have been
many a time that we are not there. I’d rather be hanged twice over.”
“Hanged! Yes: there’s not much in hanging. I have seen it several
times, and thought to myself, ‘if that’s all, I should not mind it.’ But we
are the best off, after all. I was horribly afraid, when old wiggy began
to whimper, that it was to be the hulks, or a long prison, instead of
going abroad; for one never knows what they mean when they say
‘transportation.’ You would not have looked so downcast as you did if
you had known what was before you.“
“Not I. I never thought to be made of so much consequence. ’Tis
good fun to see them quarrel which shall have us, and to get them to
bid rum and brandy against each other to seduce us away. We that
could not get dry bread at home,—how easy it is for us to fill our
stomachs with the choice of the land, and get drunk with our masters
at the end of the day,—our masters being luckily of our own sort!”
“Yours, that is, Bob; not mine. But I don’t know but I like mine as
well. He gives me plenty of spare hours, on condition of my bringing
back what I earn. You should have seen what a fright he looked in
when somebody said the folks were growing moral at home, and no
more convicts were to be sent out.”
“He was as sorry as some honester folks would be glad, Jerry. But
as for dividing your earnings with your master,—they are a queer
sort of earnings, I have a notion.”
“Easily got enough. ’Tis only just prowling on the downs in a dark
night to meet a stray sheep; or making a venture into the fold. Then,
if one gets so far as into the bush, there are other ways that you
know nothing of yet, Bob.”
“I never can make out how you get seal oil from the woods; being
as we are thirty miles from the sea.”
 Jerry laughed, and offered to introduce his brother one day to
somebody in the bush he little dreamed of.
“Do you mean, Frank, poor fellow, or Ellen? They would not go so
far to meet you.”
“Do you think I would ask them? It will be time enough for me to
notice Frank when I have a house of my own to ask him into. I shall
be the master of such as he before his time is out.”
“You need not carry yourself so high, Jerry. You are in a worse
bondage than he just now.”
“Curse them that put me into it, and let them see if I bear it long!
However, hold your tongue about it now. There is the moon through
the trees, and the free turf under our feet. What a pity there is
nobody with a heavy purse likely to pass while we are resting in the
shadow under this clump! ’Tis such dull work when there is nothing
better to be had than sheep and poultry, and so many of them that
they are scarcely worth the taking!”
“I like roving for the sake of roving,” said Bob. “I have plenty of
mutton without stealing it.”
“I like robbing for the sake of robbing,” replied his brother; “and the
mutton is only the price of my frolic. But there is something I like
better. Let us be off, and I will show you, (if you’ll swear not to blab,)
how you may get such sport as you little think for. Learn to handle a
gun, and to cross a farm-yard like a cat, and to tap at a back-door
like a mouse within a wainscot, and you may laugh at the judge and
the law, and all the dogs they have set to worry us.”
“Why no, thank’ee,” replied Bob. “I am trying after a character, you
know, so I shall stay where I am. I’ll light my pipe; and I’ve got rum
enough to last till morning both for myself and somebody I rather
expect to meet me.”
“Take care she be not too deep for you, Bob. If ever you want a
wife with no more sense than a monkey, and not half as many tricks,
ask me, and I will show you how to get one.”
So much for the reformation of the offender. The other kind of
security on which the judge expatiated was that afforded by the
criminal being made a warning.
A waggon load of new convict-labourers arrived at the Dairy Plains
one day, when the accustomed gang was at work on the road which
was not yet completed. The masters who happened to be present
were too much taken up with observing the new-comers to pay any
attention to the looks of their labourers. They did not see the winks,
and the side-long smiles, they did not hear the snapping of fingers
behind their backs; they had no suspicion that some in the waggon
were old acquaintances of those on the road. On the first opportunity
after the fresh men were left with the others, and only one or two
over-lookers near, there was a prodigious hand-shaking and
congratulation, and questioning. “How did you get over?” “How did
you manage to get sent here?” “How do you like transportation?”
“You’ll soon learn to know your own luck.” “This is a fine country, is it
not?” &c. &c.
“I was so cursedly dull after you all went away,” observed one of
the new-comers, “there was nothing to stay for: but I very near got
sent to Sidney.”
“Well; you could soon have got away, either home or here. But
how do you find yourself off?”
“With a bed to myself and a blanket, and rare good living to what I
had when I was an honest man. The thing I don’t like is the work; but
they say we are to have plenty of spirits.”
“To be sure; and as to the work,—what do the poor wretches at
home do but work as hard as you, and for less than you can get in
spare hours. But where’s Sam? Why did not he come too?”
“He got baulked, as he deserved for being a fool. What did he do
but send his sister to the justice to know how much he must steal to
be transported, and no more? The justice set the parson at him; and
between the two, they have cowed him, poor fellow, and he will
never better his condition.”
“Perhaps he is afraid. Perhaps he believes what the judge said
about our being a warning. And yet he tipped me the wink when that
was said, and when some of the pretty ones in the gallery began to
cry.”
“He knows better than you think. If you were as moped as a linnet
in a cage, he would know nothing of it; because you are too far off
for him to see what became of you, in that case; but, being as you
are, a merry, rollicking set, he would like to be among you; and that
sort of news travels fast.”
 Another of the party did not like his lot so well. He said nothing of
the disgrace, though he felt it; but he complained of the toil, of the
tyranny of the masters, of the spite and bickerings of his
companions.
“If you don’t like your company, change it,” replied one to whom he
had opened his mind. “Such a good hand as you are at a burglary, I
don’t wonder that you had rather steal enough in one night to live
upon for a month, than work as commoner hands do. You had better
go back. Jerry will tell you how. Nothing is easier.”
“Well; but there is my little woman yonder, that they were so kind
as to send over at the same time; how is she to get back? She can’t
turn sailor, and get her passage home in that way.”
“Trust her for making terms with some gull of a sailor,” replied the
other, laughing. “It is only following an old trade for a particular
reason; and you’ll give her leave till you touch land again. But let me
hear before you go; there are some acquaintance of mine in London
that will be glad to know you; and you may chance to help one
another; though, to be sure, you take a higher line.”
“Are you thinking of sending over the fee they raised for your
defence?”
“I did intend it, as a point of honour; but they assure me they made
a good bargain of it as it was. They could have paid the fee three
times over out of the plate-chest they stole for it. So I don’t know that
I need trouble myself.”
“So while Counsellor H—— was preaching about your being tried
that people might be safe, there was another robbery going on to
pay him his fees. That’s rare! You should go back, (since the way is
so easy,) and pick Counsellor H—’s pocket. That will mend the joke.”
So much for the security to society from the exhibition of this kind
of warning.
 Chapter VII.

CHRISTMAS AMUSEMENTS.

Ellen’s wedding day drew near. Frank and Harry Moore had toiled
together at spare hours to erect and fit up a convenient dwelling; and
there was no fear whatever but that she and her husband would be
amply supplied with all the necessaries and many of the comforts of
life. Her father began to smile upon her, though he muttered
complaints of there being so many changes always going on that
none of them ever knew when they were settled. Her step-mother,
though still hinting that the girl knew what she was about when she
was in such a hurry to come away from a poor parish, seemed very
well satisfied to have matters so arranged, and rather proud than
otherwise of belonging to Ellen. The farmer and his wife whom Ellen
served sighed when they found she was going to leave them, and
observed that it was always the way, as soon as they got suited with
a dairy maid; but as she agreed to go on taking care of their cows till
they could obtain another damsel in her place from Hobart Town,
they treated her very graciously. The only serious drawback to her
comfort was that Harry’s fellow-labourers would go on courting her,
though they knew she was engaged, and that this caused Harry to
be more jealous than she felt there was any occasion for, or than she
could easily excuse. She had no other fault to find with Harry; but
she was more than once on the point of breaking off the match on
this account, and if it had not been for Frank’s interposition, and his
assurances that such feelings were very natural in Harry, she would
have thrown away her own happiness for want of being sufficiently
aware of the danger of such a position as hers to a girl of less
principle than herself.—A circumstance happened, a few days before
her marriage, which everybody else thought very disastrous; but
which she could not think so, since it established a perfect
understanding between Harry and herself.
On the morning of the 21st of December,—the height of summer in
Van Diemen’s Land,—Frank appeared, breathless, in the farm-yard
whither Ellen was just going to milk her cows; Castle at the same
moment was seen at some distance, hastening from the downs
where he ought to have been tending his sheep at this hour; Harry
Moore next leaped the gate and wiped his brows, seeming too much
agitated to speak; the farmer pulled his hat over his eyes, in
anticipation of the news that was coming, and the women crowded
together in terror.—Ellen was the first to ask what was the matter.
“Have your men decamped, farmer?” inquired Frank.
“Yes, almost to a man. Have Stapleton’s?”
“Two out of four; and every settler in the neighbourhood misses
more or less this morning.”
“Now the devil and his imps will be on us in the shape of a gang of
bush-rangers,” muttered the farmer.
“Not on us, farmer. They will more likely go to some distant part
where their faces are strange.”
“If they do, they will send strange faces here, which comes to the
same thing; for one bush-ranger’s face is as devilish as another. One
of us must be off in search of a guard, and our shepherds, and
indeed all of us, must carry arms.”
Ellen turned pale at the mention of arms. Harry drew to her side,
and told her in a tone of forced calmness that three of her lovers
were gone.
“Gone!” cried Ellen joyfully. “Gone for good?”
“Gone for ever as lovers of yours.”
“Thank God!” said she. “Better watch night and day with arms in
our hands than have your head full of fancies, Harry. You will never
believe again that I can like such people: and you shall teach me to
fire a gun, so as to defend the house while you are away; and I shall
not be afraid of anything when you are at home.”
Harry was so alert and happy from this moment that one would
have thought there had been a certainty that no bush-rangers would
ever come again, instead of a threatening that those who had till now
been servants would soon reappear as enemies.
 Whatever arms could be found up were put into the hands of the
shepherds, as they were most in danger from violence for the sake
of their flocks. They were desired to keep in sight of one another so
far as that each should be able to make a certain signal agreed on,
in case of his having reason to suppose that there were enemies at
hand. Frank departed immediately for Launceston, for powder and
ball, and a further supply of labourers to fill the places of those who
had eloped. Another messenger was sent to the seat of government
to give information of what had happened. During the absence of her
brother, Ellen heard enough of the evils inflicted by runaway convicts
to alarm a stouter heart than any young girl devotedly attached to
her lover ever had; and to add to her uneasiness, her father once
more became gloomy, and poor little Susan clung to her side
wherever she went. Harry left his work twenty times a day to tell her
that all was quiet, and bid her not be alarmed. During the day, she
followed his advice pretty well; but in the evenings, so many tales of
horror went round that, though she did not believe the half of them,
her confidence was shaken; and she went to bed shuddering to think
of what might have happened before morning.
The bush-rangers seemed to be less dreaded by the settlers than
the natives. The bush-rangers came down in a troop, carried off what
they wanted, occasionally shooting a man or two during the process,
and then went completely away. The warfare of the natives was
much more horrible,—their movements being stealthy, their revenge
insatiable, their cruelty revolting. They would hover about for days or
weeks before committing an outrage, planning the most wicked way
of proceeding, and seizing the most defenceless moment for
pouncing on their victims. Castle asked aloud, what Ellen inquired in
her heart, why all this was not told them before they came, and what
there was in wealth which could compensate for such alarms as they
were now suffering under? Frank satisfied her, in some degree,
when he returned on the 24th,—the day before her wedding. He told
her that though the first settlers had suffered dreadfully from the
murders and plunder of the hostile natives and runaway convicts,
this was not a sufficient reason to deter other settlers from following,
since, owing to the vigorous measures of the Australian government,
such outrages had been repressed and nearly put an end to. He
pointed out to her that the horrible tales she had been told related to
former times, and assured her that, except in some districts near the
wilder parts of the island, the face of a savage had not been seen for
years.—Ellen pointed to the mountain wastes on which their
settlement bordered, and Frank acknowledged that the Dairy Plains
lay as open to an attack as most newly-settled districts; but he had
been assured at Launceston that there was no need to terrify
themselves with apprehensions as long as they were armed and
properly careful in their movements; since the sound of a musket
would disperse a whole troop of savages, and they attacked no
place that was not left absolutely defenceless. He had distinctly
ascertained what he had before conjectured,—that it was not the
practice of runaway convicts to plunder settlements where their
faces were known, and that the only danger therefore arose from the
probability that they might injure the savages, who might come down
to wreak their revenge upon the innocent settlers.
“If this is all,” sighed Ellen, “there is nothing——”
“To prevent your being married to-morrow, Ellen. So I have been
telling Harry.”
“There was no occasion, thank you. I never meant to put it off. The
more danger, the more reason for our being together. Besides, it will
help to take father’s mind off from his discontent. He has been
wishing himself back in Kent every hour since you went.”
“Indeed! Well now, I think that such an occasional fright as this is
little to the hardship of living as we did at A——, to say nothing of the
certainty of there soon being an end to it. The only two evils our
settlers suffer from will grow less every year; the scarcity of labour,
and danger of theft. To make up for these, we have the finest climate
in the world, abundance of all that we at present want, and the
prospect of seeing our children, and their children again, well
provided for.—But you must be in a hurry now, dear, considering
what has to be done to-morrow. So go, and cheer up, and trouble
your head no more about black or white thieves.”
Ellen had, however, little more than usual to do this day, as hers
was not the kind of wedding to require preparation. The travelling
chaplain who was to come and perform the Christmas service, was
to marry the young people, and thus only was the day to be marked
as different from any other. The settlers, no doubt, thought much of
their friends in England, and of the festivities which are there enjoyed
by all but those whose poverty deprives them of the means: but the
seasons are so entirely reversed in Van Diemen’s Land,—it is so
impossible amidst the brilliant verdure, the heat and long days of the
Christmas season there, to adopt the festivities carried on at home
beside the hearth and over the punch-bowl, that Christmas-day was
allowed to pass quietly, and the grand holidays of the year were
wisely made on the anniversaries of their settlement in their present
abodes,—of their entrance on a life of prosperity.
No fairer morning ever dawned than that on which Ellen arose
very early, and stole out to find that refreshment in the open air
which she was not disposed to seek in more sleep. She had rested
well for a few hours, but the first rays of the sun finding their way into
her chamber, (which was more like a clean loft than an English
bedroom), roused her to thoughts that prevented her sleeping again.
It was too soon to be looking after her cows; so she took her knitting,
and sat on the bench outside the house, whence she could look over
a vast tract of country, and where she was pretty sure of an hour’s
quiet. She had some thoughts to spare for her old Kentish
neighbours; and began to fancy how her grandmother would be
getting up three hours after, when it would be scarcely dawning, to
make the room tidy, and light the fire to boil the kettle; and how the
old couple would put on their best, and draw over the hearth with
their Christmas breakfast. Then she thought of the many boys and
girls she knew who would be going to church, with red noses, and
shivering in their scanty clothing. Then she sighed when she
remembered that she might never more hear psalms sung in a
church; and again she smiled while fancying Mr. Fellowes’s great
dinner to half the parish,—a dinner of roast beef and ale and plum
puddings, and Mr. Jackson there to say grace, and the clerk to sing a
Christmas carol, and every old man giving a toast by turns, and
some one perhaps to propose the healths of their friends far away.
She blushed, all alone as she was, when she wondered what they
would say if they knew she was to be married so soon, especially if
they could see Harry. It was strange, while her mind was thus full of
pictures of a frosty day, of a smoking table, of a roaring fire, lamps,
and a steaming punch-bowl, to look up and observe what was before
her eyes. The scene was not even like a midsummer morning in
Kent. It was not dotted with villages: there were no hop-grounds, and
all the apples grown within five miles would hardly have made an
orchard. There were no spires among the trees; nor did the morning
mists rise from the dells or hover over the meadows. All was clear
and dry and verdant under the deep blue sky. No haze hung over the
running streams that found their way among the grassy hillocks.
Neither oak nor beech grew on the hill side, nor pines on the ridges
of the mountains behind; but trees to whose strange foliage her eye
was yet unaccustomed reared their lofty stems where it did not
appear that the hand of man was likely to have planted them; and
myrtles and geraniums grew up roof-high, like the finest monthly
roses in England. Instead of the little white butterflies flitting over the
daisied turf, there were splendid ones alighting here and there in the
neighbouring garden, larger and gayer than the finest of the flowers
they fed upon. Instead of the lark rising from her dewy nest into the
pink morning cloud, there were green and crimson parrots glancing
among the lofty evergreens. Instead of flickering swarms of midges,
flies shone like emeralds in the sun. Instead of a field-mouse
venturing out of its hole, or frogs leaping across the path, speckled
and gilded snakes (of which Ellen had learned not to be afraid)
wriggled out into the sunshine, and finding that the world was not all
asleep, made haste to hide themselves again.
“If I could fancy any part of this to be England,” thought Ellen, “it
would be yonder spot behind the range of woodland, where the
smoke is rising. If that were but grandfather’s cottage, how I would
run and bring them here before any body else was up. They will be
so sorry not to have seen me married, and not to know Harry! But I
cannot make out that smoke. I did not know that anybody lived there,
and it looks more than enough to come from a single chimney.
Perhaps the man that found the brick clay, and talked of having a
kiln, may have settled there. I will ask Harry. I wonder what o’clock it
is now! He said he should finish his morning’s work first, that he
might stay when he did come. How odd it seems that there are so
few people to do things here, that a man can scarcely be spared
from his work on his wedding day! They must be all over-sleeping
themselves, I think. I’ll just get the milk-pails, and that may wake
them; and if the cows are milked a little earlier than usual, it will not
signify. I only get fidgetty, sitting here, and fancying noises; from
missing the singing-birds, I dare say, that are busy among the
boughs on such a morning as this in England. It was an odd squeak
and whistle that I heard just now; perhaps a quail or a parroquet, or
some other bird that I don’t know the note of yet. Or it might be one
of those noisy black swans on the lake yonder. I will not stay any
longer to be startled. That was only a butterfly that flew dazzling
before my eyes; and these flies do not sting, so I need not mind their
buzzing. There! I had rather hear that lowing that I have been used
to from a child than any music in the world. I should be sorry indeed
to give up these cows, for all I am going to have one of my own.”
Ellen purposely made some noise in getting her pails, that she
might wake somebody and find out how time went. She could not
account for the sun being so low in the sky till she heard the farmer
growl that he wished people would be quiet till it was time to get up;
which it would not be for two hours yet.
After pausing before the door to watch the distant smoke, which
had much increased, Ellen repaired to the cow-yard, immediately
behind the dwelling. She stumbled on something in the litter which
she mistook for a little black pig, till its cry made her think it was
something much less agreeable to meet with. Stooping down, she
saw that it was certainly a black baby; ugly and lean and dirty; but
certainly a baby. She did not scream; she had the presence of mind
not to touch the little thing, remembering that, for aught she knew,
the parents might be lurking among the sheds, and ready to spring
upon her if she should attempt to carry away the infant, which had
probably been dropped in the hurry of getting out of her way.
Trembling and dreading to look behind her, she stepped back into
the house, and now roused the farmer in good earnest. In a few
minutes, the whole household was in the cow-yard; the men not
choosing to separate, and the women being afraid to leave their
protectors. The child was still there, and nothing was discovered in
the general search of the premises which now took place. When the
farmer saw the smoke at a distance, he ascribed it at once to a party
of natives having set the grass on fire in cooking their kangaroo
repast. He thought it probable that two or three spies might be at
hand, and the rest of the party ready for a summons to fall on the
farm as soon as it should, by any accident, be left undefended. He
would not have the child brought into the house, but fed it himself
with milk, and laid it on some straw near where it was found, in a
conspicuous situation. Beside it he placed some brandy, and a
portion of food for the parents, if they should choose to come for it.
“There is no knowing,” said he, “but they may be looking on; and
one may as well give them the chance of feeling kindly, and making
peace with us.” And he silenced one of his men who began to
expatiate on the impossibility of obtaining any but a false peace with
these treacherous savages.
Nothing could satisfy Harry but standing over his betrothed with a
musket while she was milking. As for her, every rustle among the
leaves, every movement of the cow before her, made her inwardly
start; though she managed admirably to keep her terrors to herself.
The arrival of the chaplain happened fortunately for collecting the
neighbouring settlers; and, by the farmer’s desire, nothing was said
of what had happened till the services he came to perform were
ended. Harry and Ellen were married, amidst some grave looks from
the family of which they had till now made a part, and the smiles of
all the guests. Ellen’s disappointed lovers,—the only people who
could possibly disapprove of the ceremony,—were absent; and she
tried not to think about what they might be doing or planning.
The barking of the dogs next drew the party to the door, and they
saw what was a strange sight to many of the new-comers. A flock of
emus, or native ostriches, was speeding over the plain, almost within
shot.
“What are they?” inquired one.
“’Tis many a month since we have seen an emu,” observed
another. “I thought we had frightened away all that were left in these
parts.”
“What are you all about,” cried a third. “Out with the dogs and after
them! Make chase before it is too late!”
“A decoy! a decoy!” exclaimed the farmer. “Now I am certain that
mine is a marked place. These savages have driven down the emus
before them, to tempt us men out to hunt, and they are crouching
near to fall on while we are away.”
He was as bold, however, as he was discerning. He left three or
four men to guard the women and stock at home, and set off, as if on
a sudden impulse, to hunt emus with the rest of his company,
determining to describe a circuit of some miles, (including the spot
whence the smoke arose) and to leave no lurking place unsearched.
Frank went with him. Castle insisted on following his usual
occupation on the downs, declaring himself safe enough, with
companions within call, and on an open place where no one could
come within half a mile without being seen. This was protection
enough against an enemy who carried no other weapons than
hatchets and pointed sticks, hardly worthy of the name of spears.—
Harry remained, of course, with his bride.
The day wore away tediously while the home guard now patrolled
the premises, now indolently began to work at any little thing that
might happen to want doing in the farm-yard, and then came to sit on
the bench before the door, complaining of the heat. The women,
meanwhile, peeped from the door, or came out to chat, or listened
for the cry of the dogs, that they might learn in which direction the
hunting party was turning.
“Ellen,” said her husband, “I do wonder you can look so busy on
our wedding day.”
“O, I am not really busy! It is only to drive away thought when you
are out of sight.”
“Well then, come with me across the road,—just to our own
cottage, and see how pretty it was made for us to have dined in to-
day, if all this had not happened. Frank was there after you left it last
night; and there is more in it than you expect to see.—Now, don’t
look so afraid. It is no further than yonder saw-pit; and I tell you there
is not a hole that a snake can creep into that we have not searched
within this hour.—I do not believe there is a savage within twenty
miles.—O, the baby!—Aye. I suppose it dropped from the clouds, or
one of the dogs may have picked it up in the bush. ’Tis not for myself
that I care for all this disturbance: ’tis because they have spoiled
your wedding day so that you will never bear to look back to it.”
 Ellen wished they were but rid of their black foes for this time, and
then she should care little what her wedding day had been. They
said that one sight of a savage in a life-time was as much as most
settlers had.—She must step in passing to see what ailed the poor
infant, which was squalling in much the same style as if it had had a
white skin;—a squall against which Ellen could not shut her heart
any more than her ears.
“I must take it and quiet it,” said she. “I can put it down again as
we come back in ten minutes.”
So lulling and rocking the little woolly-headed savage in her arms,
she proceeded to her own cottage, to admire whatever had been
suggested by her husband, and added by her neat-handed brother.
“What bird makes that odd noise?” inquired Ellen presently. “A
magpie, or a parrot, or what? I heard it early this morning, and never
before. A squeak and then a sort of whistle. Hark!”
“’Tis no bird,” said Harry in a hoarse whisper. “Shut and bar the
door after me!”
And he darted out of the cottage. Instead of shutting the door,
Ellen flew to the window to watch what became of Harry. He was
shouting and in full pursuit of something which leaped like a
kangaroo through the high grass. He fired, and, as she judged by his
cry of triumph, reached his mark. A rustle outside the door at this
moment caught her excited ear; and on turning, she saw, distinct in
the sunshine on the door-sill, the shadow of a human figure, as of
some one lying in wait outside. Faint with the pang of terror, she
sunk down on a chair in the middle of the room, with the baby still in
her arms, and gazed at the open doorway with eyes that might seem
starting from their sockets. Immediately the black form she dreaded
to see began to appear. A crouching, grovelling savage, lean and
coarse as an ape, showing his teeth among his painted beard, and
fixing his snakelike eyes upon hers, came creeping on his knees and
one hand, the other holding a glittering hatchet. Ellen made neither
movement nor sound. If it had been a wild beast, she might have
snatched up a loaded musket which was behind her, and have
attempted to defend herself; but this was a man,—among all his
deformities, still a man; and she was kept motionless by a more
enervating horror than she would once have believed any human
being could inspire her with. It was well she left the weapon alone. It
was better handled by another. Harry, returning with the musket he
had just discharged, caught a full view of the creature grovelling at
his door, and had the misery of feeling himself utterly unable to
defend his wife. In a moment, he bethought himself of the back
window, and of the loaded musket standing beside it. It proved to be
within reach; but his wife was sitting almost in a straight line between
him and the savage. No matter! he must fire, for her last moment
was come if he did not. In a fit of desperation he took aim as the
creature was preparing for a spring. The ball whistled past Ellen’s
ear, and lodged in the head of the foe.
They were indeed safe, though it was long before they could
believe themselves so, or Ellen could take courage to cross to the
farm to tell what had happened. As there were no more traces of
lurkers in the neighbourhood, it was supposed that the one shot in
the grass was the mother, the one in the door-way, the father of the
infant which no one now knew what to do with. It might be dangerous
to keep it, whether it flourished or died under the care of the settlers;
and there seemed to be no place where it could be deposited with
the hope of its being found by its own tribe. When Frank and his
companions returned from the hunt, they threw light on this and
other curious matters, and brought comfortable tidings to the inmates
of the farm. The Castles, indeed, and they alone, found as much
matter of concern as of comfort in what Frank had to tell.
In following the emu hunt, the farmer and his party had skirted a
tract of woodland, called the bush, within which they perceived
traces of persons having lately passed. On searching further, they
came upon a scene rather different from what they had expected,
and not the most agreeable in the world, though it fully accounted for
the visit of the natives.—Under a large mimosa, which waved its long
branches of yellow flowers over the turf, and made a flickering
shade, lay Jerry, enjoying the perfection of convict luxury; that is,
smoking his pipe, drinking rum, and doing what he pleased, with a
black wife, who, having skinned the kangaroo and lighted the fire,
squatted down on the turf, waiting for further orders. If it had not
been for the child she carried in a hood of hide on her shoulders, she
would have been taken for a tame monkey, so little was there human
in her appearance and gestures; but the tiny face that peeped over
her shoulder had that in it which bespoke humanity, however soon
the dawning rationality might be destined to be extinguished.—On
seeing the hunting-party, Jerry sprang to his feet, seized his arms,
and whistled shrill and long; whereupon so many hootings and
whistlings were heard through the wood, so many ferocious faces
appeared from among the brakes on every hand that it became
prudent to explain that no war was intended by the hunting-party.
Frank and Jerry were the spokesmen; and the result of their
conference was the communication of news of much importance to
both parties. Jerry learned that the settlements below were so well
guarded and reinforced that any attempt at plunder must fail; and he
assured Frank that he was about to depart at once with his band to
one of the islands in Bass’s Strait, to live among, or reign over the
natives, as many a convict had done before him. He owned that his
black wife was stolen, and that her husband having been knocked on
the head in the scuffle, the rest of the savage party had gone down
to wreak their revenge on the first whites they could meet with. He
was really sorry, he declared, to hear how Ellen’s wedding-day had
been disturbed; and solemnly promised to draw off the foe to a
distant quarter, and watch that they did not again molest the Dairy
Plains. Frank could trust to these promises, as poor Jerry, amidst all
his iniquities, retained a rude sense of honour, and a lingering
attachment to his family,—especially a pride in his sister Ellen.—
Frank learned with great satisfaction that Bob’s disappearance from
the neighbourhood was not owing to his having run away. He had
refused to do so, his ambition being to become a great man in the
settlement, provided he could accomplish his object without too
much trouble and self-denial. He had made a merit of remaining at
his work when his comrades eloped, and had, in consequence, got
promoted to a better kind of employment, by which he had it in his
power to make a good deal of money.
“And now, Ellen,” said Frank, on concluding the story of his
morning’s adventures, “I must go and bring you the wedding present
poor Jerry left behind for you.” And he explained that a sun-dial was
hidden in a secure place, whence it should be brought and put up
immediately.
 “Is it stolen, do you think?” inquired Ellen timidly. “Indeed, I had
rather not have it.”
“It is not stolen. A watch-maker, a clever man enough, came over
in the same ship with the lads, and Jerry paid him for making this dial
for you, knowing you had no watch. He could easily have sent you
money, he said, but thought you would like this better, since there is
little that can be bought in these parts that you have not without
money.”
“I don’t know how it is,” observed Ellen; “but though it is very
shocking that Jerry has got among these people, and into such a
brutal way of life, I feel less afraid of them now that he is there. If it
were not for this, I should feel that such a fright as we have had will
set against a great deal of the good we have fallen in with here.”
“It always happens, Ellen, all through life, and all over the world,
that there is something to set against other things; and never more
so than when people leave their own country. If a man quits England
through intolerable poverty, he must not expect to find everything to
his mind, and abundance besides. If he goes to Canada, he may
gain what he emigrates for,—food for himself and property to leave
to his children; but he must put up with tremendous toil and hardship
till he can bring his land into order, and with long, dreary winters,
such as he had no notion of before. If he goes to the Cape, he finds
a better climate and less toil; but from the manner of letting land
there, he is out of the way of society and neighbourhood, and cannot
save so as to make his children richer than himself. If he comes
here, he finds the finest climate in the world, and an easy way of
settling; but then there is the plague of having convicts always about
him, and the occasional peril of being robbed;—and in some few of
the wilder parts of the island, of an individual here and there being
murdered. But this last danger is growing less every year, and
cannot exist long.—Now, since there is evil everywhere, the question
is what is the least? I, for one, think them all less than living in
England in hopeless poverty, or even than getting a toilsome
subsistence there with the sight of hopeless poverty ever before
one’s eyes, and the groans or vicious mirth of pauperism echoing
through the alleys of all the cities of England. I, for one, feel it well
worth anything troublesome we have met with, or can meet with
here, to plant my foot on this hill, and look down upon yonder
farmsteads, and over all these plains and hills and dales, with smoke
rising here and there, and say to myself ‘There is not so much as
one pauper within a hundred miles.’”
When, after a few days, the black baby had, by Jerry’s means,
been restored to his tribe, when the country was known to be clear of
such unwelcome intruders, and Harry and Ellen were therefore at
liberty to settle down at length in their own house, the bride was
quite of her brother’s opinion respecting the goodliness of the
exchange from pauperism in Kent to plenty in Van Diemen’s Land.
 Chapter VIII.

THE MORE THE BETTER CHEER.

Frank kept his promise of writing to his friend Mr. Jackson, from time
to time, as he had opportunity. One of his letters, written four years
after his arrival in the Dairy Plains, contained the most important
news he had yet had occasion to send of the state of himself and his
family.
 “Respected Sir,
“I have often thought and called myself bold in what I have said to
you in my letters, but you have always taken it kindly. This kindness
makes me more bold than ever, especially as to two things that I am
going to write about, when I have a little explained our present
condition.
“My employer and I are about to part; which you will be surprised
to hear, as there is a full year remaining of the time I bound myself to
serve. It is through no quarrel, however; Mr. Stapleton having been a
good master to me, unless for wanting more work out of me than
mortal arm could do; for which, however, he was always willing to
pay me well. The fact is, sir, he is a daring and a bustling man, such
as they say are always to be found in new countries, wanting, as
soon as they have got all pretty comfortable about them, to go
further into the wilds and begin again. I see the good of there being
such men, but do not wish to be one; so, when Stapleton offered me
any wages I liked to go with him, I said ‘No,’ having only engaged to
serve him on this spot; and thus I find myself at liberty a year sooner
than I expected. He offered me an introduction that would get me
good terms from the gentleman that has taken his pretty place; but
not knowing yet what sort of person he is, and there being, thank
God! far more work in my way to be done at any price than I can get
through, I wish to keep myself free. To finish about myself first,—I am
building a sort of double house, in the middle of a very pretty piece of
land. One end of the house is for myself, and the other for my father,
against his time is up. It would do your heart good, sir, to see how he
has everything comfortable about him, though he goes on
complaining, to be sure, that this is not the old country. My step-
mother too has succeeded finely with her fruit this year, and there is
as good cider of hers in every cottage as any in Worcestershire, and
such flowers as she grows make the place look like a paradise.
“Allow me now, sir, to go on as if we were talking as we have often
done over the churchyard gate, or by your door; and not as if this
letter had to travel over the wide sea before it reaches you. I should
like to know whether it has ever happened to you to fancy gentlemen
like yourself coming over to this place? I am sure, if such would think
of it, it would be the best thing for the society here, and might prove
so to themselves, in cases where they are not very well off, and have
little to leave that they care for. You make no secret, sir, of its being
difficult for your family to live on such a curacy as yours, and you
have even talked of settling your sons abroad as they grow up. If you
would send them,—or (what is better) bring them here,—they shall
be made welcome, and watched over and taken care of as they
ought to be by those who owe so much to their father. Indeed, sir,
this might prove a pleasant settlement in a very few years to you and
yours. There are now eleven farms and other dwellings within three
miles, and more building every year; and Launceston is within reach.
The people about us are mostly very intelligent, and it is a good sign
that they are crying out continually for a settled clergyman and a
school; and, if we cannot get so much, for a library. You would find a
good house, with a stable, and a horse in it; a garden, and two or
three fields; a school-room with five-and-twenty scholars, whose
parents would pay you well both for your teaching and your Sunday
services. We should ask you too, to choose a little library at our
expense, and should add to it, under your direction, every year; so
that your children as well as those of the settlers should have every
advantage. You will find further particulars of what we can offer you
in the public letter which accompanies this.
“My fear is, that the consideration of the young ladies will deter
you, should you otherwise be disposed to listen to our plan; and,
indeed, England seems at first sight the best place for daughters that
have lost their mother. But I have great hopes that these plains may
be like an English county before your young ladies have grown up.
When once gentlemen, especially clergymen, begin to come, more
follow; and this is all we want to make the Dairy Plains like parts of
Sussex or Dorsetshire. We have specimens of each class, up to the
thriving farmer and wool-grower. There is also a surveyor, and a
surgeon is coming, they say; though he is the last person wanted,
except for an accident now and then, for we really have no sickness.
If, in addition to these, we could have over a tanner or two, a coal-
master, a vine-grower, a store-keeper, and so on, each with his
proper labourers, ours would be as flourishing a settlement as any in
the world. There is coal in plenty, and a fine market in every
direction, if we had but people to work it; and the same may be said
of slate, and bark, and hides. Some Portuguese vine-dressers are
making a fine thing of a vineyard in the south of the island; and why
not here, instead of our having to import spirits in such quantities as
make drunkards of too many of our labourers? The commoner sorts
of wine we might make would soon drive out spirits, to our great
benefit in every way. As for clothing, utensils, and other things that
are brought to great perfection and cheapness in England, we had
better go on buying there; and I have no doubt they will be as glad of
our productions as we of their manufactures. You will be pleased to
hear that there are already twenty-six vessels belonging to the
island, and that upwards of thirty traded with us from Great Britain
last year; and that 1,000,000 lbs. of wool were sent there within the
twelve months. All these things I mention to show what a rising
country this is, and how well worth the while of many a man above
the rank of labourers and artizans to come to. If you should think of
doing so, sir, it would be the best piece of news that could reach the
Dairy Plains from any part of the world. You should have the
heartiest welcome from some whom you are pleased to call old
friends.
“Perhaps, sir, you may remember saying something to me about
the difficulty of getting a wife here. I have never tried, because there
was one in England, as you know, that I always hoped might keep
herself single till we should agree that she should follow me out.
Through all these long four years we have had this in view, and now
I shall have a house ready for her by the time she can come; and
this is the other liberty I told you I was about to take. If you should
really come, perhaps, knowing her steadiness so well, you would let
her cross with you, waiting on the young ladies during the voyage,
for the expense of which I will be answerable. Whether you join us or
not, I have little doubt you will kindly put her in the way of coming
with the least possible delay; and you may depend on my meeting
her before she lands.
“I have said nothing of Ellen, because you will see her letter to
grandfather. I have left it to her to send money this time, as I have
other use, you see, for my own.
 “It is a load off my mind, sir, to have written what has been deep
down in it for so long. It is a great while to wait for an answer; and if
there should be disappointment both ways, I hardly know how I shall
bear it. But I am pretty sure of what is to me the chief thing; and if
you come too, I wonder what we can manage to find to wish for next.
It pleased God to give Ellen and me our hardships early, and to take
us out of them before our hearts and tempers were hurt; like so
many at home, better perhaps than ourselves. If He should try us
any more, we have good reason now to be patient; and in the
meanwhile, we desire to save others from what we had to go through
for a short time, and therefore write as we do about coming over.
”Frank Castle.
“P.S. There are fine downs here for the young gentlemen to fly
their kites, just behind the house you would have. Ellen will take care
that Miss Maria shall have a pretty poultry-yard; and Susan is taming
an opossum mouse for the other little lady.”

The many months which necessarily elapsed before an answer to

the above could be received did indeed seem long; almost as much
so to Frank’s family as to himself. Ellen had made a request scarcely
less important than Frank’s to the happiness of her parents, if not to
her own. She had always been convinced that the child which had
been sent to the workhouse by the parish surgeon of A—— was her
stepmother’s; and it had ever been her resolution to yield a sister’s
protection to it. Harry Moore was as willing as herself to have the
child over; and as the boy was now only five years old, there was
hope that he might prove an exception to the general rule of the
corruption of parish-bred children. Frank’s betrothed was requested
to bring him out with her; and if Mrs. Castle was still disinclined to
own him, he was to take his place as the eldest of Harry Moore’s
children. There was not a man, woman, or child in the
neighbourhood that did not see the importance of having a
clergyman’s family come among them; and by all, therefore, Mr.
Jackson’s reply was looked for as the oracle which was to decide
whether their settlement might immediately rise to that degree of
prosperity which is caused by the union of high civilization with
universal plenty, or whether it must remain for some time longer in
the rude state which is ever the consequence of a scarcity of
knowledge and of leisure. The parents began already to teach their
children the alphabet and the multiplication table, during the
evenings of the week, and as many hymns as they could recollect on
Sundays. The little ones already began to play keeping school; and
the travelling chaplain was told, week by week, how much pleasanter
he would find his occasional visits when there should be a resident
pastor on the spot, more worthy to converse with him than any of his
flock. A part of the Sunday leisure was spent by many in repairing to
the field where Mr. Jackson’s house was to be; and then what
planning there was about the garden, and the stand of bee-hives,
and the paddock, and every other appendage to the parsonage!
Some of the lads were training a pony for the young Jacksons, and
the rarest and finest plants were destined for their flower-beds.
The answer was expected to arrive in May, and every one hoped it
would be before the anniversary;—that celebration of the arrival of
the emigrants in a land of plenty which has already been spoken of
as the best of their festivals. It happened to arrive on that very day.
 Chapter IX.

TRUE CITIZENSHIP.

Bright and busy were the mornings of these anniversaries;—each

busier and brighter than the last, as the families of the settlers grew
in numbers and prosperity. The labourers and mechanics who had
arrived in the same waggon with the Castles had found wives or had
them over, and now came thronging with their infants, bringing also
the new comers of their craft, or in their employ; so that it was found
necessary to spread a greater length of table every year under the
shade where they dined, and to provide a larger treat of game.
There was more bustle than usual this time, from Stapleton having
chosen this very morning for his departure to the new territory where
he meant to establish a lodge in the wilderness. As it was a holiday,
several neighbours followed in his train for a few miles; and when
obliged to turn back, gave three cheers to their departing neighbour,
and three to him who was to be his successor in the abode which
had grown up flourishing before their eyes, and was the chief
ornament of their settlement. Frank joined in these cheers, and then
told his companions that he would follow them home in an hour, as
Mr. Stapleton had still some more directions to give, and wished for
his company a little farther.—When Frank reappeared at noon, he
looked so grave and had suddenly become so silent that everybody
was struck, and his sister alarmed. He hastily reminded her that it
was post-day; and said he was going himself to meet the postman,
and would be back before dinner was on table. Three or four holiday-
folks went with him; and none wondered that he looked grave on
hearing the sentence “No letters for the Dairy Plains.” Before they
were half-way back, some of the acuter ears among the party caught
the welcome and very rare sound of waggon wheels in their rear. In
course of time, the vehicle appeared briskly approaching on the
Launceston road, and Frank sprang eagerly forward to gaze in the
faces of the passengers. All were strange; and these repeated
disappointments left him no heart to hail the travellers. His
companions did so, however; and the reply was that these were
labourers from England, some bound to Stapleton’s successor, and
others on their way to a settlement further on.
“What part of England were they from?” “Kent and Surrey.” “Did
they bring letters for the Dairy Plains?” “Plenty; and something
besides letters.” So saying, they exhibited a little boy, the very image
of Jerry at five years old. Frank silently caught him up in his arms,
and carried him on without asking another question; the dreary
conviction having struck him that as this child was sent alone, none
of the others he wished for were coming.
Little passed between himself and Ellen, who was on the watch.
“Here is the child, Ellen. May he be a blessing to you!”
“Is he alone? No letters? No message? Or worse than none?”
“There are letters, but I have not got them from these people yet.
They cannot be good, you know, or why——”
He could not go on. Ellen ran to beg the particular favour of the
travellers to get out the letters immediately. This was easily done, the
packages of the labourers being small; and before Frank was called
upon to carve for a few dozen hungry people, he had satisfied
himself that it was very childish and ungrateful to have been so soon
cast down; and his gravity was seen by those who watched him to
be of a very different character from that which had seized him three
hours before.
It was not Ellen’s wish that the little workhouse child should meet
his parents for the first time in the presence of strangers. Knowing
that Castle and his wife were gathering fruit in their garden, she took
the boy there, (after having brushed the dust from his clothes, and
set him off to the best advantage,) and put him in at the gate, bidding
him not to be frightened if he was spoken to, but say where he came
from. The little fellow made no advances. He stood in the middle of
the walk, with a finger of each hand in his mouth, and his chin upon
his breast. He had not yet learned work-house impudence.
Castle was the first to see him, after stooping so long over his
peaches that Ellen began to fear the blindness was wilful. “Wife!
Wife!” she at length heard him call. “He is come! The boy is come!”
Ellen just staid to hear the words “my boy” from both, and stole
away. The next time she saw him was as he came between his
parents to the dinner table, chattering in his Kentish dialect, and
asking to sit on his father’s knee, and be treated with fruit by his
mother.
“You must be satisfied with being his brother, Harry,” said Ellen to
her husband. “He does not need to go begging for a father.”
Among the toasts which were given after dinner, some one
proposed Mr. Stapleton’s successor, whose name it was strange
enough that nobody had been able to learn till this day; and perhaps
it was not less remarkable that the name was the same with that of
some respected persons now present. They would all fill their cans
to the health of Mr. Robert Castle, about to become their neighbour.
It did not seem to occur to anybody who this Robert Castle was, till
the gloom was seen to have settled over Frank’s countenance as
black as ever. Then the rest of the family looked at one another in
wonder and dismay. Frank’s companions on either hand asked him if
he was asleep, or what had come over him that he did not fill his
can. He immediately addressed the party, relating that he had been
requested by Mr. Stapleton to inform the present company that the
proprietor who was coming among them did not approve of such
festivals as they were now holding; that he had purposely kept away
till the present one was over, and hoped to hear of no more
anniversaries.—This announcement occasioned a great uproar,
which Frank quieted by observing that so absurd an interference as
this need not be regarded otherwise than with silent contempt; that,
whatever reasons the person in question might have for disliking
such a celebration as theirs, he had nothing to do with the way in
which they chose to remember the country of their birth, and to be
thankful for the blessings of that in which they now lived. He
therefore proposed, sure of being cheerfully pledged by every one
around him, “Many happy returns to all present of this remarkable
festival.”
No wonder Frank had looked grave after bidding farewell to
Stapleton, when the last news he heard from him was, that his
successor was no other than Bob the convict, whose ambition was
so far gratified that he was able to take on lease the little estate on
which his virtuous elder brother had till now worked for hire. So
much, as he observed, for his having been favoured with a free