Monk ordered search to be made; his scouts had on arriving in the place found it deserted and the cupboards empty; upon butchers and bakers it was of no use depending in Coldstream.The smallest morsel of bread, then, could not be found for the general's table.
As accounts succeeded each other, all equally unsatisfactory, Monk, seeing terror and discouragement upon every face, declared that he was not hungry; besides they should eat on the morrow, since Lambert was there probably with the intention of giving battle, and consequently would give up his provisions, if he were forced from Newcastle, or forever to relieve Monk's soldiers from hunger if he conquered.
This consolation was only efficacious upon a very small number; but of what importance was it to Monk? for Monk was very absolute, under the appearance of the most perfect mildness.Every one, therefore, was obliged to be satisfied, or at least to appear so.Monk quite as hungry as his people, but affecting perfect indifference for the absent mutton, cut a fragment of tobacco, half an inch long, from the carotte of a sergeant who formed part of his suite, and began to masticate the said fragment, assuring his lieutenants that hunger was a chimera, and that, besides, people were never hungry when they had anything to chew.
This joke satisfied some of those who had resisted Monk's first deduction drawn from the neighborhood of Lambert's army; the number of the dissentients diminished greatly; the guard took their posts, the patrols began, and the general continued his frugal repast beneath his open tent.
Between his camp and that of the enemy stood an old abbey, of which, at the present day, there only remain some ruins, but which then was in existence, and was called Newcastle Abbey.It was built upon a vast site, independent at once of the plain and of the river, because it was almost a marsh fed by springs and kept up by rains.Nevertheless, in the midst of these pools of water, covered with long grass, rushes, and reeds, were seen solid spots of ground, formerly used as the kitchen-garden, the park, the pleasure-gardens, and other dependencies of the abbey, looking like one of those great sea-spiders, whose body is round, whilst the claws go diverging round from this circumference.
The kitchen-garden, one of the longest claws of the abbey, extended to Monk's camp.Unfortunately it was, as we have said, early in June, and the kitchen-garden, being abandoned, offered no resources.
Monk had ordered this spot to be guarded, as most subject to surprises.The fires of the enemy's general were plainly to be perceived on the other side of the abbey.But between these fires and the abbey extended the Tweed, unfolding its luminous scales beneath the thick shade of tall green oaks.
Monk was perfectly well acquainted with this position, Newcastle and its environs having already more than once been his headquarters.He knew that by day his enemy might without doubt throw a few scouts into these ruins and promote a skirmish, but that by night he would take care to abstain from such a risk.He felt himself, therefore, in security.
Thus his soldiers saw him, after what he boastingly called his supper -- that is to say, after the exercise of mastication reported by us at the commencement of this chapter -- like Napoleon on the eve of Austerlitz, seated asleep in his rush chair, half beneath the light of his lamp, half beneath the reflection of the moon, commencing its ascent in the heavens, which denoted that it was nearly half past nine in the evening.All at once Monk was roused from his half sleep, fictitious perhaps, by a troop of soldiers, who came with joyous cries, and kicked the poles of his tent with a humming noise as if on purpose to wake him.There was no need of so much noise; the general opened his eyes quickly.
"Well, my children, what is going on now?" asked the general.
"General!" replied several voices at once, "General! you shall have some supper.""I have had my supper, gentlemen," replied he, quietly, "and was comfortably digesting it, as you see.But come in, and tell me what brings you hither.""Good news, general."
"Bah! Has Lambert sent us word that he will fight to-morrow?""No, but we have just captured a fishing-boat conveying fish to Newcastle.""And you have done very wrong, my friends.These gentlemen from London are delicate, must have their first course; you will put them sadly out of humor this evening, and to-morrow they will be pitiless.It would really be in good taste to send back to Lambert both his fish and his fishermen, unless ---- " and the general reflected an instant.
"Tell me," continued he, "what are these fishermen, if you please?""Some Picard seamen who were fishing on the coasts of France or Holland, and who have been thrown upon ours by a gale of wind.""Do any among them speak our language?"
"The leader spoke some few words of English."The mistrust of the general was awakened in proportion as fresh information reached him."That is well," said he."Iwish to see these men, bring them to me."An officer immediately went to fetch them.
"How many are there of them?" continued Monk; "and what is their vessel?""There are ten or twelve of them, general, and they were aboard of a kind of chasse-maree, as it is called --Dutch-built, apparently."
"And you say they were carrying fish to Lambert's camp?""Yes, general, and they seem to have had good luck in their fishing.""Humph! we shall see that," said Monk.