Chapter 10: The Port

The three walked toward the Battery, and, while Tayoga attracted more attention in New York than in Quebec, it was not undue. The city was used to Indians, especially the Iroquois, and although comments were made upon Tayoga’s height and noble appearance there was nothing annoying.

Meanwhile the two youths were using their excellent eyes to the full. Although the vivid imagination of Robert had foreseen a great future for New York he did not dream how vast it would be. Yet all things are relative, and the city even then looked large to him and full of life, both size and activity having increased visibly since his last visit. Some of the streets were paved, or at least in part, and the houses, usually of red brick, often several stories in height, were comfortable and strong. Many of them had lawns and gardens as at Albany, and the best were planted with rows of trees which would afford a fine shade in warm weather. Above the mercantile houses and dwellings rose the lofty spire of St. George’s Chapel in Nassau Street, which had been completed less than three years before, and which secured Robert’s admiration for its height and impressiveness.

The aspect of the whole town was a mixture of English and Dutch, but they saw many sailors who were of neither race. Some were brown men with rings in their ears, and they spoke languages that Robert did not understand. But he knew that they came from far southern seas and that they sailed among the tropic isles, looming large then in the world’s fancy, bringing with them a whiff of romance and mystery.

The sidewalks in many places were covered with boxes and bales brought from all parts of the earth, and stalwart men were at work among them. The pulsing life and the air of prosperity pleased Robert. His nature responded to the town, as it had responded to the woods, and his imagination, leaping ahead, saw a city many times greater than the one before his eyes, though it still stopped far short of the gigantic reality that was to come to pass.

“It’s not far now to Master Hardy’s,” said Willet cheerfully. “It’s many a day since I’ve seen trusty old Ben, and right glad I’ll be to feel the clasp of his hand again.”

On his way Willet bought from a small boy in the street a copy each of the Weekly Post-Boy and of the Weekly Gazette and Mercury, folding them carefully and putting them in an inside pocket of his coat.

“I am one to value the news sheets,” he said. “They don’t tell everything, but they tell something and ‘tis better to know something than nothing. Just a bit farther, my lads, and we’ll be at the steps of honest Master Hardy. There, you can see where fortunes are made and lost, though we’re a bit too late to see the dealers!”

He pointed to the Royal Exchange, a building used by the merchants at the foot of Broad Street, a structure very unique in its plan. It consisted of an upper story resting upon arches, the lower part, therefore, being entirely open. Beneath these arches the merchants met and transacted business, and also in a room on the upper floor, where there were, too, a coffee house and a great room used for banquets, and the meetings of societies, the Royal Exchange being in truth the beginning of many exchanges that now mark the financial center of the New World.

“Perhaps we’ll see the merchants there tomorrow,” said Willet. “You’ll note the difference between New York and Quebec. The French capital was all military. You saw soldiers everywhere, but this is a town of merchants. Now which, think you, will prevail, the soldiers or the merchants?”

“I think that in the end the merchants will win,” replied Robert.

“And so do I. Now we have come to the home of Master Hardy. See you the big brick house with high stone steps? Well, that is his, and I repeat that he is a good friend of mine, a good friend of old and of today. I heard that in Albany, which tells me we will find him here in his own place.”

But the big brick house looked to Robert and Tayoga like a fortress, with its massive door and iron-barred windows, although friendly smoke rose from a high chimney and made a warm line against the frosty blue air.

Willet walked briskly up the high stone steps and thundered on the door with a heavy brass knocker. The summons was quickly answered and the door swung back, revealing a tall, thin, elderly man, neatly dressed in the fashion of the time. He had the manner of one who served, although he did not seem to be a servant. Robert judged at once that he was an upper clerk who lived in the house, after the custom of the day.

“Is Master Benjamin within, Jonathan?” asked Willet.

The tall man blinked and then stared at the hunter in astonishment.

“Is it in very truth you, Master Willet?” he exclaimed.

“None other. Come, Jonathan, you know my voice and my face and my figure very well. You could not fail to recognize me anywhere. So cease your doubting. My young friends here are Robert Lennox, of whom you know, and Tayoga, a coming chief of the Clan of the Bear, of the nation Onondaga, of the great League of the Hodenosaunee, known to you as the Six Nations. He’s impatient of disposition and unless you answer my question speedily I’ll have him tomahawk you. Come now, is Master Benjamin within?”

“He is, Mr. Willet. I had no intent to delay my answer, but you must allow something to surprise.”

“I grant you pardon,” said the hunter whimsically. “Robert and Tayoga, this is Master Jonathan Pillsbury, chief clerk and man of affairs for Master Benjamin Hardy. They are two old bachelors who live in the same house, and who get along well together, because they’re so unlike. As for Master Jonathan, his heart is not as sour as his face, and you could come to a worse place than the shop of Benjamin and Jonathan. Master Jonathan, you will take particular notice of Mr. Lennox. He is well grown and he appears intelligent, does he not?”

The old clerk blinked again, and then his appraising eyes swept over Robert.

“‘Twould be hard to find a nobler youth,” he said.

“I thought you would say so, and now lead us, without further delay, to Master Hardy.”

“Who is it who demands to be led to me?” thundered a voice from the rear of the house. “I seem to know that voice! Ah, it’s Willet! Good old Willet! Honest Dave, who wields the sharpest sword in North America!”

A tall, heavy man lunged forward. “Lunged” was the word that described it to Robert, and his impetuous motion was due to the sight of Willet, whom he grasped by both hands, shaking them with a vigor that would have caused pain in one less powerful than the hunter, and as he shook them he uttered exclamations, many of them bordering upon oaths and all of them pertaining to the sea.

Robert’s eyes had grown used to the half light of the hall, and he took particular notice of Master Benjamin Hardy who was destined to become an important figure in his life, although he did not then dream of it. He saw a tall man of middle age, built very powerfully, his face burnt almost the color of an Indian’s by the winds and suns of many seas. But his hair was thick and long and the eyes shining in the face, made dark by the weather, were an intensely bright blue. Robert, upon whom impressions were so swift and vivid, reckoned that here was one capable of great and fierce actions, and also with a heart that contained a large measure of kindness and generosity.

“Dave,” said the tall man, who carried with him the atmosphere of the sea, “I feared that you might be dead in those forests you love so well, killed and perhaps scalped by the Hurons or some other savage tribe. You’ve abundant hair, Dave, and you’d furnish an uncommonly fine scalp.”

“And I feared, Benjamin, that you’d been caught in some smuggling cruise near the Spanish Main, and had been put out of the way by the Dons. You love gain too much, Ben, old friend, and you court risks too great for its sake.”

Master Benjamin Hardy threw back his head and laughed deeply and heartily. The laugh seemed to Robert to roll up spontaneously from his throat. He felt anew that here was a man whom he liked.

“Perchance ‘tis the danger that draws me on,” said Master Hardy. “You and I are much alike, Dave. In the woods, if all that I hear be true, you dwell continually in the very shadow of danger, while I incur it only at times. Moreover, I am come to the age of fifty years, the head is still on my shoulders, the breath is still in my body, and Master Jonathan, to whom figures are Biblical, says the balance on my books is excellent.”

“You talk o’er much, Ben, old friend, but since it’s the way of seafaring men and ‘tis cheerful it does not vex my ears. You behold with me, Tayoga, a youth of the best blood of the Onondaga nation, one to whom you will be polite if you wish to please me, Benjamin, and Master Robert Lennox, grown perhaps beyond your expectations.”

Master Benjamin turned to Robert, and, as Master Jonathan had done, measured him from head to foot with those intensely bright blue eyes of his that missed nothing.

“Grown greatly and grown well,” he said, “but not beyond my expectations. In truth, one could predict a noble bough upon such a stem. But you and I, Dave, having many years, grow garrulous and forget the impatience of youth. Come, lads, we’ll go into the drawing- room and, as supper was to have been served in half an hour, I’ll have the portions doubled.”

Robert smiled.

“In Albany and New York alike,” he said, “they welcome us to the table.”

“Which is the utmost test of hospitality,” said Master Benjamin.

They went into a great drawing-room, the barred windows of which looked out upon a busy street, warehouses and counting houses and passing sailors. Robert was conscious all the while that the brilliant blue eyes were examining him minutely. His old wonder about his parentage, lost for a while in the press of war and exciting events, returned. He felt intuitively that Master Hardy, like Willet, knew who and what he was, and he also felt with the same force that neither would reply to any question of his on the subject. So he kept his peace and by and by his curiosity, as it always did, disappeared before immediate affairs.

The drawing-room was a noble apartment, with dark oaken beams, a polished oaken floor, upon which eastern rugs were spread, and heavy tables of foreign woods. A small model of a sloop rested upon one table and a model of a schooner on another. Here and there were great curving shells with interiors of pink and white, and upon the walls were curious long, crooked knives of the Malay Islands. Everything savored of the sea. Again Robert’s imagination leaped up. The blazing hues of distant tropic lands were in his eyes, and the odors of strange fruits and flowers were in his nostrils.

“Sit down, Dave,” said Master Benjamin, “and you, too, Robert and Tayoga. I suppose you did not come to New Amsterdam--how the name clings!--merely to see me.”

“That was one purpose, Benjamin,” replied Willet, “but we had others in mind too.”

“To join the war, I surmise, and to get yourselves killed?”

“The first part of your reckoning is true, Benjamin, but not the second. We would go to the war, in which we have had some part already, but not in order that we may be killed.”

“You suffer from the common weakness. One entering war always thinks that it’s the other man and not he who will be killed. You’re too old for that, David.”

Willet laughed.

“No, Benjamin,” he said, “I’m not too old for it, and I never will be. It’s the belief that carries us all through danger.”

“Which way did you think of going in these warlike operations?”

“We shall join the force that comes out from England.”

“The one that will march against Fort Duquesne?”

“Undoubtedly.”

“I hear that it’s to be commanded by a general named Braddock, Edward Braddock. What do you know of him?”

“Nothing.”

“But you do know, David, that regular army officers fare ill in the woods as a rule. You’ve told me often that the savages are a tricky lot, and, fighting in the forest in their own way, are hard to beat.”

“You speak truth, Benjamin, and I’ll not deny it, but there are many of our men in the woods who know the ways of the Indians and of the French foresters. They should be the eyes and ears of General Braddock’s army.”

“Well, maybe! maybe! David, but enough of war for the present. One cannot talk about it forever. There are other things under the sun. You will let these lads see New Amsterdam, will you not? Even Tayoga can find something worth his notice in the greatest port of the New World.”

“Is any play being given here?” asked Robert.

“Aye, we’re having plays almost nightly,” replied Master Hardy, “and they’re being presented by some very good actors, too. Lewis Hallam, who came several years ago from Goodman’s Fields Theater in England, and his wife, known on the stage as Mrs. Douglas, are offering the best English plays in New York. Hallam is said to be extremely fine in Richard III, in which tragedy he first appeared here, and he gives it tomorrow night.”

“Then we’re going,” said Robert eagerly. “I would not miss it for anything.”

“I had some thought of going myself, and if Dave hasn’t changed, he has a fine taste for the stage. I’ll send for seats and we’ll go together.”

Willet’s eyes sparkled.

“In truth I’ll go, too, and right gladly,” he said. “You and I, Benjamin, have seen the plays of Master Shakespeare together in London, and ‘twill please me mightily to see one of them again with you in New York. Jonathan, here, will be of our company, too, will he not?”

Master Pillsbury pursed his lips and his expression became severe.

“‘Tis a frivolous way of passing the time,” he said, “but it would be well for one of serious mind to be present in order that he might impose a proper dignity upon those who lack it.”

Benjamin Hardy burst into a roar of laughter. Robert had never known any one else to laugh so deeply and with such obvious spontaneity and enjoyment. His lips curled up at each end, his eyes rolled back and then fairly danced with mirth, and his cheeks shook. It was contagious. Not only did Master Benjamin laugh, but the others had to laugh, not excluding Master Jonathan, who emitted a dry cackle as became one of his habit and appearance.

“Do you know, Dave, old friend,” said Hardy, “that our good Jonathan is really the most wicked of us all? I go upon the sea on these cruises, which you call smuggling, and what not, and of which he speaks censoriously, but if they do not show a large enough profit on his books he rates me most severely, and charges me with a lack of enterprise. And now he would fain go to the play to see that we observe the proper decorum there. My lads, you couldn’t keep the sour- visaged old hypocrite from it.”

Master Jonathan permitted himself a vinegary smile, but made no other reply, and, a Dutch serving girl announcing that supper was ready, Master Hardy led them into the dining-room, where a generous repast was spread. But the room itself continued and accentuated the likeness of a ship. The windows were great portholes, and two large swinging lamps furnished the light. Pictures of naval worthies and of sea actions lined the walls. Two or three of the battle scenes were quite spirited, and Robert regarded them with interest.

“Have you fought in any of those encounters, Mr. Hardy?” he asked.

Willet laid a reproving hand upon his shoulder.

“‘Twas a natural question of yours, Robert,” he said, “but ‘tis the fashion here and ‘tis courtesy, too, never to ask Benjamin about his past life. Then he has no embarrassing questions to answer.”

Robert reddened and Hardy broke again into that deep, spontaneous laughter which, in time, compelled all the others to laugh too and with genuine enjoyment.

“Don’t believe all that David tells you, Robert, my brave macaroni,” he said. “I may not answer your questions, but faith they’ll never prove embarrassing. Bear in mind, lad, that our trade being restricted by the mother country and English subjects in this land not having the same freedom as English subjects in England, we must resort to secrecy and stratagem to obtain what our fellow subjects on the other side of the ocean may obtain openly. And when you grow older, Master Robert, you will find that it’s ever so in the world. Those to whom force bars the way will resort to wiles and stratagems to achieve their ends. The fox has the cunning that the bear lacks, because he hasn’t the bear’s strength. Lads, you two will sit together on this side of the table, Jonathan, you take the side next to the portholes, and David, you and I will preside at the ends. Benjamin, David and Jonathan, it has quite a Biblical sound, and at least the friendship among the three of us, despite the sourness of Master Pillsbury, with which I bear as best I can, is equal to that of David and Jonathan. Now, lads, fall on and see which of you can keep pace with me, for I am a mighty trencherman.”

“Meanwhile tell us what is passing here,” said Willet.

In the course of the supper Hardy talked freely of events in New York, where a great division of councils still prevailed. Shirley, the warlike and energetic governor of Massachusetts, had urged De Lancy, the governor of New York, to join in an expedition against the French in Canada, but there had been no agreement. Later, a number of the royal governors expected to meet at Williamsburg in Virginia with Dinwiddie, the governor of that province.

“At present there are plans for four enterprises, every one of an aspiring nature,” he said. “One expedition is to reduce Nova Scotia entirely, another, under Governor Shirley of Massachusetts, is to attack the French at Fort Niagara, Sir William Johnson with militia and Mohawks is to head a third against Crown Point. The fourth, which I take to be the most important, is to be led by General Braddock against Fort Duquesne, its object being the recovery of the Ohio country. I cannot vouch for it, but such plans, I hear, will be presented at the conference of the governors at Williamsburg.”

“As we mean to go to Williamsburg ourselves,” said Willet, “we’ll see what fortune General Braddock may have. But now, for the sake of the good lads, we’ll speak of lighter subjects. Where is the play of Richard III to be given, Benjamin?”

“Mr. Hallam has obtained a great room in a house that is the property of Rip Van Dam in Nassau Street. He has fitted it up in the fashion of a stage, and his plays are always attended by a great concourse of ladies and gentlemen. Boston and Philadelphia say New York is light and frivolous, but I suspect that something of jealousy lies at the core of the charge. We of New Amsterdam--again the name leaps to my lips--have a certain freedom in our outlook upon life, a freedom which I think produces strength and not weakness. Manners are not morals, but I grow heavy and it does not become a seafaring man to be didactic. What is it, Piet?”