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CHAPTER VI

Oliver, being goaded by the taunts of Noah, rouses into action, and rather astonishes him.

THE MONTHS TRIAL OVER, OLIVER WAS FORMALLY APPRENTICED. It was a nice sickly season just at this time. In commercial phrase, coffins were looking up and, in the course of a few weeks, Oliver acquired a great deal of experience. The success of Mr. Sowerberrys ingenious speculation exceeded even his most sanguine hopes. The oldest inhabitants recollected no period at which measles had been so prevalent, or so fatal to infant existence and many were the mournful processions which little Oliver headed, in a hat-band, reaching down to his knees, to the indescribable admiration and emotion of all the mothers in the town. As Oliver accompanied his master in most of his adult expeditions, too, in order that he might acquire that equanimity of demeanour and full command of nerve which are essential to a finished undertaker, he had many opportunities of observing the beautiful resignation and fortitude with which some strong-minded people bear their trials and losses.

For instance, when Sowerberry had an order for the burial of some rich old lady or gentleman, who was surrounded by a great number of nephews and nieces, who had been perfectly inconsolable during the previous illness, and whose grief had been wholly irrepressible even on the most public occasions, they would be as happy among themselves as need be—quite cheerful and contented—conversing together with as much freedom and gaiety, as if nothing whatever had happened to disturb them. Husbands, too, bore the loss of their wives with the most heroic calmness. Wives, again, put on weeds for their husbands as if, so far from grieving in the garb of sorrow, they had made up their minds to render it as becoming and attractive as possible. It was observable, too, that ladies and gentlemen who were in passions of anguish during the ceremony of interment, recovered almost as soon as they reached home, and became quite composed before the tea-drinking was over. All this was very pleasant and improving to see, and Oliver beheld it with great admiration.

That Oliver Twist was moved to resignation by the example of these good people, I cannot, although I am his biographer, undertake to affirm with any degree of confidence but I can most distinctly say that for many months he continued meekly to submit to the domination and ill-treatment of Noah Claypole, who used him far worse than before, now that his jealousy was roused by seeing the new boy promoted to the black stick and hat-band, while he, the old one, remained stationary in the muffin-cap and leathers. Charlotte treated him ill because Noah did and Mrs. Sowerberry was his decided enemy, because Mr. Sowerberry was disposed to be his. friend so, between these three on one side, and a glut of funerals on the other, Oliver was_not altogether as comfortable as the hungry pig was when he was shut up, by mistake, in the grain department of a brewery.

And now I come to a very important passage in Olivers history for I have to record an act, slight and unimportant perhaps in appearance, but which indirectly produced a material change in all his future prospects and proceedings.

One day, Oliver and Noah had descended into the kitchen at the usual dinner hour to banquet upon a small joint of mutton—a pound and a half of the worst end of the neck—when Charlotte being called out of the way, there ensued a brief interval of time which Noah Claypole, being hungry and vicious, considered he could not possibly devote to a worthier purpose than aggravating and tantalising young Oliver Twist.

Intent upon this innocent amusement, Noah put his feet on the table-cloth, and pulled Olivers hair, and twitched his ears, and expressed his opinion that he was a “sneak, and furthermore announced his intention of coming to see him hanged, whenever that desirable event should take place, and entered. upon various other topics of petty annoyance, like a malicious and ill-conditioned charity-boy as he was. But, none of these taunts producing the desired effect of making Oliver cry, Noah attempted to be more facetious still, and in this attempt, did what many small wits, with far greater reputations than Noah, sometimes do to this day, when they want to be funny. He got rather personal.

“Workus, said Noah, “hows your mother?

“Shes dead, replied Oliver “dont you say anything about her to me!

Olivers colour rose as he said this he breathed quickly, and there was a curious working of the mouth and nostrils, which Mr. Claypole thought must be the immediate precursor of a violent fit of crying. Under this impression he returned to the charge.

“What did she die of, Workus? said Noah.

“Of a broken heart, some of our old nurses told me, replied Oliver, more as if he were talking to himself, than answering Noah. “I think I know what it must be to die of that!

“Tol de rol lol lol, right fol lairy, Workus, said Noah, as a tear rolled down Olivers cheek. “Whats set you a snivelling now?

“Not you, replied Oliver, hastily brushing the tear away. “Dont think it.

“Oh, not me, eh! sneered Noah.

“No, not you, replied.Oliver, sharply. “There, thats enough. Dont say anything more to me about her youd better not!

“Better not! exclaimed Noah. “Well! Better not! Workus, dont be impudent. Your mother, too! She was a nice un, she was. Oh, Lor! And here Noah nodded his head expressively, and curled up as much of his small red nose as muscular action could collect together for the occasion.

“Yer know, Workus, continued Noah, emboldened by Olivers silence, and speaking in a jeering tone of affected pity, of all tones the most annoying, “Yer know, Workus, it cant be helped now, and of course yer couldnt help it then, and Im very sorry for it, and Im sure we all are, and pity yer very much. But yer must know, Workus, yer mother was a regular right-down bad un.

“What did you say? inquired Oliver, looking up very quickly.

“A regular right-down bad un, Workus, replied Noah, coolly. “And its a great deal better, Workus, that she died when she did, or else shed have been hard labouring in Bridewell, or transported, or hung, which is more likely than either, isnt it?

Crimson with fury, Oliver started up, overthrew the chair and table, seized Noah by the throat, shook him, in the violence of his rage, till his teeth chattered in his head, and, collecting his whole force into one heavy blow, felled him to the ground.

A minute ago the boy had looked the quiet, mild, dejected creature that harsh treatment had made him. But his spirit was roused at last the cruel insult to his dead mother had set his blood on fire. His breast heaved his attitude was erect, his eye bright and vivid his whole person changed, as he stood glaring over the cowardly tormentor who now lay crouching at his feet, and defied him with an energy he had never known before.

“Hell murder me! blubbered Noah. “Charlotte! missis! Heres the new boy a murdering of me! Help! help! Olivers gone mad! Char—lotte!

Noahs shouts were responded to, by a loud scream from Charlotte, and a louder from Mrs. Sowerberry, the former of whom rushed into the kitchen by a side door, while the latter paused on the staircase till she was quite certain that it was consistent with the preservation of human life to come further down.

“Oh, you little wretch! screamed Charlotte, seizing Oliver with her utmost force, which was about equal to that of a moderately strong man in particularly good training, “Oh, you little un-grate-ful, mur-de-rous, horrid villain! And between every syllable, Charlotte gave Oliver a blow with all her might, accompanying it with a scream, for the benefit of society.

Charlottes fist was by no means a light one but, lest it should not be effectual in calming Olivers wrath, Mrs. Sowerberry plunged into the kitchen, and assisted to hold him with one hand while she scratched his face with the other. In this favourable position of affairs, Noah rose from the ground and pommelled him behind.

This was rather too violent exercise to last long. When they were all wearied out, and could tear and beat no longer, they dragged Oliver, struggling and shouting, but nothing daunted, into the dust-cellar, and there locked him up. This being done, Mrs. Sowerberry sunk into a chair and burst into tears.

“Bless her, shes going off! said Charlotte. “A glass of water, Noah, dear. Make haste!

“Oh! Charlotte, said Mrs. Sowerberry, speaking as well as she could, through a deficiency of breath and a sufficiency of cold water which Noah had poured over her head and shoulders. “Oh! Charlotte, what a mercy we have not all been murdered in our beds!

“Ah! mercy indeed, maam, was the reply. “I only hope thisll teach master not to have any more of these dreadful creatures, that are born to be murderers and robbers from their very cradle. Poor Noah! He was all but killed, maam, when I come in.

“Poor fellow! said Mrs. Sowerberry, looking piteously on the charity-boy.

Noah, whose top waistcoat button might have been somewhere on a level with the crown of Olivers head, rubbed his eyes with the inside of his wrists while this commiseration was bestowed upon him, and performed some affecting tears and sniffs.

“Whats to be done? exclaimed Mrs. Sowerberry. “Your masters not at home theres not a man in the house, and hell kick that door down in ten minutes. Olivers vigorous plunges against the bit of timber in question rendered this occurrence highly probable.

“Dear, dear! I dont know, maam, said Charlotte, “unless we send for the police officers.

“Or the millingtary, suggested Mr. Claypole.

“No, no, said Mrs. Sowerberry, bethinking herself of Olivers old friend. “Run to Mr. Bumble, Noah, and tell him to come here directly, and not to lose a minute never mind your cap! Make haste! You can hold a knife to that black eye as you run along. Itll keep the swelling down.

Noah stopped to make no reply, but started off at his fullest speed and very much it astonished the people who were out walking, to see a charity-boy tearing through the streets pell-mell, with no cap on his head and a claspknife at his eye.

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