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The Maternal Image of God in Victorian
Literature
This book is the study of a religious metaphor: the idea of God as a mother,
in British and US literature 1850–1915. It uncovers a tradition of writers
for whom divine motherhood embodied ideals felt to be missing from the
orthodox masculine deity. Elizabeth Gaskell, Josephine Butler, George
Macdonald, Frances Hodgson Burnett and Charlotte Perkins Gilman inde-
pendently reworked their inherited faith to create a new symbol that better
met their religious needs, based on ideal Victorian notions of motherhood
and ‘Mother Nature’. Divine motherhood signified compassion, universal
salvation and a realised gospel of social reform led primarily by women
to establish sympathetic community. Connected to Victorian feminism, it
gave authority to women’s voices and to ‘feminine’ cultural values in the
public sphere. It represented divine immanence within the world, often
providing the grounds for an ecological ethic, including human–animal
fellowship.
With reference also to writers including Charlotte Brontë, Anna
Jameson, Charles Kingsley, Elizabeth Charles, Theodore Parker, Harriet
Beecher Stowe, Mary Baker Eddy and authors of literary utopias, this book
shows the extent of maternal theology in Victorian thought and explores
its cultural roots. The book reveals a new way in which Victorian writers
creatively negotiated between religious tradition and modernity.
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The Maternal Image of
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Rebecca Styler
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Contents
Acknowledgements viii
Bibliography 190
Index 209
Acknowledgements
This book has been a long time in the making. It is my pleasure to thank
colleagues and other scholars who have commented on parts of it at draft
stage –Owen Clayton, Amy Culley, Ella Dzelzainis, Mark Knight and
Christopher Marlow, as well as the anonymous readers for the journal
Religion and Literature who peer-reviewed an earlier version of Chapter 4,
and the anonymous reviewer of my original book proposal to Routledge
whose feedback was invaluable. Others in the fields of Victorian Studies
and of nineteenth-century religion and literature to whom I owe a debt of
influence in a broader sense are Joanne Shattock, Valerie Sanders, Emma
Mason and Naomi Hetherington.
I am grateful to those who patiently heard elements of this research in
presentation form, and whose comments and questions have shaped the
written study in innumerable ways. This includes events held by Lincoln
University’s Nineteenth Century Studies Research Group, the Midlands
Interdisciplinary Victorian Studies Seminar, the British Association for
Victorian Studies, the Elizabeth Gaskell Society and Leicester Secular
Society. I am also grateful to the organisers who invited or allowed me to
present my work –particularly Michael Gerard.
I thank Lincoln University for allowing me two periods of research leave
to work on the book, for funding archive and library trips when needed and
for supplying me with a generous allowance of interlibrary loans. I would
also like to thank helpful staff at the Women’s Library (London School of
Economics), the British Library and the Gladstone Library in Hawarden
for locating sources and sometimes supplying awkward references. I am
very grateful to Dr Helen Mathers who generously shared with me her
own typescript of Josephine Butler’s ‘Private Thoughts’ whose manuscript
is kept at Northumberland Record Office.
Some of this book has been published before. Elements of Chapter 2
have appeared in ‘Elizabeth Gaskell and the Madonna: Metaphors of the
Maternal Divine’ in the Gaskell Journal 27 (2013), 68–87. An earlier
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2 The idea of God as a mother in Victorian culture
that the corollary –even condition –of women’s emancipation was the
‘revelation of the hitherto fact that in God exists the Divine Woman, One
with the everlasting Father, both equal’; they claimed that the very notion
of ‘God as a single Being Masculine’ was increasingly being recognised as
‘an error’.6 By the early decades of the twentieth century, the motherhood
of God was a familiar current within the stream of liberal Christian and
post-Christian religious thought.
This book is a study of this tradition. It explores writings by British
and North American authors from 1850 to 1915 who imagined God as
a divine mother, based on the character of the idealised human mother
blended with numinous ‘Mother Nature’. Elizabeth Gaskell, Josephine
Butler, George Macdonald, Frances Hodgson Burnett and Charlotte
Perkins Gilman –as well as a number of their contemporaries –found that
a maternal model of deity gave sacred symbolism to their most pressing
religious needs, whether to supplement or even supersede the masculine
sacred persona. The maternal divine image signified themes felt to be
under-represented in the prevailing image of God, namely ‘sympathy’ in
both its ethical and ontological sense. For these writers, divine mother-
hood emphasised compassion at the heart of the godhead and as an eth-
ical ideal for humanity. It embodied a theology of universal salvation, and
a social gospel whereby redemption was realised in this world as much
as in heaven itself, through the creation of loving community. It signified
divine immanence in the world, re-enchanting earthly life and often pro-
viding the grounds for an ecological ethic, as well as a sense of the spir-
itual ‘personhood’ of non-human life forms. The maternal image of God
was connected with nineteenth-century feminism, which sought to expand
women’s role and extend ‘feminine’ values of nurturant sympathy to the
public sphere. This maternal model of the sacred, while never mainstream,
was far more widespread than has been recognised and appears in currents
of nineteenth-century religious thought ranging from the radically esoteric
to the relatively orthodox.
This maternal theological model was created through a reaction against
all that the prevailing masculine divine image had come to represent for the
disenchanted: punitive authority, and an alienating remoteness from ‘nat-
ural’ human concerns. By writers strikingly disillusioned with orthodoxy,
however far they departed or not from a Christian base, the idea of divine
motherhood was born out of a shared passion to reanimate religion with
present-day relevance, based on a new appreciation of the qualities deemed
feminine according to prevailing constructions of gender. A new relativism
regarding religious language rendered it permissible for the more liberal-
minded to rewrite the sacred metaphor in order to revive religion’s exist-
ential vitality and social relevance. This was achieved primarily through a
feminising of the monotheistic deity inherited through Christian culture,
The idea of God as a mother in Victorian culture 3
but increasingly through the location of God in nature, through the trope
of ‘Mother Nature’ as an indwelling nurturing and progressive power.
Figures such as the Roman Catholic Madonna, and ancient goddesses like
Demeter and Isis, provided ready-made images of sacred female power
which became reinvested with nineteenth-century concerns, along with
maternal metaphors rediscovered in the Bible that had been suppressed
through translation or liturgical selection. The result was a feminised pan-
entheism, or occasionally pantheism whereby the transcendent dimension
is entirely absorbed, the vision of an immanent sacred life force that bears
the character of the idealised human mother.
Scholarship on the religious history of female sacred metaphor regu-
larly refers to the ‘divine feminine’. In the context of the nineteenth cen-
tury, the ideal construction of femininity was inescapably maternal, given
that marriage and motherhood constituted the expected destiny, and social
reality, of most women. Motherhood was exalted through literature of
all forms as women’s primary contribution to society, especially in the
middle-class milieu to which the authors addressed in this study generally
belonged. When women took on roles beyond the home, this was often
supported by a rhetoric of extending their maternal care to the public
sphere, as ‘mothers in heart’ with a passion ‘to foster, to cherish, to take
the part of the weak, to train, to guide’ individuals in society at large.7 In
Victorian essentialist gender discourse, for many motherhood symbolised
the highest ethical ideal that humanity could attain.
A religious model based on this ideal serves the agendas of nineteenth-
century feminism, which combined liberal aspirations to extend women’s
sphere of activity with deeply ingrained faith in essential gender differences
that made women distinctive from, and often morally superior to, their
male counterparts.8 Re-gendering the sacred image female on the one hand
affirmed individual women’s full human status and redressed at symbolic
level the problem feminist theologian Mary Daly pithily diagnosed in her
announcement: ‘[i]f God is male, then the male is god’, faced with which
‘truth’ a woman experiences herself ‘as an outsider, as an alienated person,
not a daughter who belongs or who is appointed to a marvellous destiny’.9
But female divine images were also icons of the cultural feminine, granting
absolute status to the sympathetic and relational qualities believed to be ‘a
fount of public regeneration’.10 Many pro-active Victorian women sought
opportunities of action in the wider social sphere in order to ‘feminise’
it.11 Of course, as numerous feminist religious historians and theologians
have pointed out, a maternal divine image affirms women only as mothers
(whether in the personal or social sense), an act which itself can be exclu-
sionary, biologically reductive and misandrist.12 These implications are
sometimes present in the writers considered in this book, who are gender
essentialists to a high degree and hold exalted ideas of the redeeming power
4 The idea of God as a mother in Victorian culture
and that a book’s mode of address is rarely stable in terms of its implied
readership.38 Even books purportedly written for children often betray a
dual sense of audience with (as is the case with Burnett) messages built in
for parents and educators. More importantly, she, and Macdonald, wrote
with the Romantic faith that adults contained the child still within, so that
the imagined ‘child’ reader or character was in fact the adult’s authentic self,
being recalled into existence: Macdonald claimed to write for ‘the childlike’
of all ages, kindling a sensibility that transcended age distinctions.39 In the
era between Wordsworth and Freud, the Romantic child was used as a sym-
pathetic vehicle of protest by writers disenchanted with reductive utilitar-
ianism, religious dogma and (especially for female authors) restrictive codes
of femininity.40 Given the more central figure of the mother in a child’s
social reality –at least when young –the choice of a child protagonist lent
itself to representing a world with a maternal cosmic governor, and with
a greater sense of impunity than if voiced through the perspective of an
adult.41 And whatever a reader’s age, in religious terms they were still a
‘child of God’ relating to a universal parent, so that a child character in lit-
erature metonymically suggests a potentially universal religious experience.
The period addressed by this book, 1850–1915, was the heyday of lit-
erary expressions of divine motherhood in the modern era, prior to the
emergence of the ‘goddess’ movement in the context of late-twentieth-
century ecofeminism. As Houston has shown, this literary tradition can be
seen in part as an indirect legacy of the female divine symbols venerated in
popular millenarian sects of the Romantic era,42 albeit in bourgeois mode.
More broadly, it drew on the cultural currents that made such heretical
ideas possible, when maternity was idealised and provided a powerful rhet-
oric for theological and social reform, and when ‘Mother Nature’ appeared
both spiritually potent and benign. From the mid-nineteenth century to the
era of the first organised women’s movement, the idea of divine mother-
hood flourished among cultural conditions which did not survive long into
the twentieth century. In a more egalitarian, sceptical and secular atmos-
phere the religious model of divine motherhood lost relevance. When the
idea of a divine earth-goddess came again to the fore in the 1970s, it drew
on some of the same nineteenth-century anthropological myths and gender
stereotypes (regressively, for its critics), but was far more radically green,
pagan and sexualised –and seemingly unaware of its Victorian literary
forerunners.43
The rest of this chapter sets out the cultural contexts informing the model
of divine motherhood from 1850 to 1915, referring to a wide range of
writers to demonstrate the popularity of maternal theology, and the varied
currents of religious thought in which it emerged. I begin by showing the
feminisation of God through the ‘cult’ of motherhood and simultaneous
doctrinal developments, and the empowerment of the cultural feminine as
The idea of God as a mother in Victorian culture 9
a force for utopian social reform through the ethos of women’s prophecy.
I show how the trope of ‘Mother Nature’, expanded by Romanticism and
anthropology into a theological model and read as the cosmic parallel to
ideal human motherhood, was united by some with the prophetic ethos of
the Mother in Israel and the cause of Victorian feminism. The chapter then
traces the fate of this sentimental myth of feminised nature through the
revelations of evolutionary science, which for some gave maternal divinity
a basis in natural law and aligned humanity’s physiological development
with millenarian ideals of female-led social progress. The connections are
shown between this theology of maternal divine immanence and the nas-
cent ecological movement, as well as sometimes with eugenicist ideolo-
gies of a divinely ‘perfected’ humanity. The chapter concludes with some
explanation for the demise of the image of God as a mother in the new
cultural conditions of the early twentieth century.
Thereafter, the author-focused chapters proceed roughly chronologically.
In Chapter 2, I argue that Elizabeth Gaskell’s maternal theology, shaped by
distinctive perspectives drawn from her Unitarian heritage, is articulated
chiefly through her engagement with the Madonna symbol, resonant in the
wake of the Immaculate Conception debates and Anna Jameson’s influ-
ential Legends of the Madonna. Different facets of the Madonna –for
example as Mater Dolorosa, the Madonna di Misericordia, and the more
pagan Theotokos or god-bearer –resonate in Gaskell’s representation of
women’s cultic practice and in her protagonists’ characterisations. Through
her short stories ‘Lizzie Leigh’ (1850) and ‘The Poor Clare’ (1856), an
episode of Cranford (1852–53), and her infamous fallen-woman novel
Ruth (1853), Gaskell both celebrates but sometimes questions human
motherhood as the basis of understanding the divine character. Gaskell’s
integration of earth mother imagery in Ruth sets her apart from her con-
temporaries who take the Madonna purely as a symbol of social morality,
with radically matriarchal and amoral implications for the status of the
female reproductive body.
Chapter 3 considers George Macdonald’s fairy-tale representations of
powerful maternal governors in relation to his ideas of the divine fem-
inine, women’s prophecy and a maternalistic social gospel as expressed in
some of his poetry, realist novels such as Robert Falconer and The Vicar’s
Daughter, and in his Unspoken Sermons. In place of prevalent archetypal
readings, I set his images of divine motherhood alongside those of his con-
temporaries to consider their significations of divine intimacy, universal
salvation and women’s liberation into the public realm to form mater-
nalistic communities. These redeemed communities are shown to include
animals, in a fellowship that is enlightened by Macdonald’s beliefs about
their spiritual status. The stories under focus are The Princess and the
Goblin (1872), ‘The Wise Woman’ (1875) and the critically neglected story
10 The idea of God as a mother in Victorian culture
inextinguishable love to us, his erring and strayed children’.49 This contrast
was exploited by many writers for whom the maternal divine image was
taken to signify universal salvation, in contrast with a more punishing patri-
arch, a theme that recurs even for writers as late as Burnett and Gilman.
The literature of exalted motherhood emphasised women’s power to
shape not only her children’s characters but also their immortal destinies.
While ‘as companion and soother of man’ she was expected to be ‘weak
and gentle’, as a mother she became ‘the source of all human power and
dignity’.50 Through Enlightenment theories of the pliability and perfect-
ibility of human nature, mothers were credited with the power to rec-
reate humanity: ‘what might not be hoped from the labours of a race of
enlightened mothers, who would early impress on their children’s minds
lessons of piety and wisdom, and who would make the first sentiments of
their souls noble and enlarged?’51 From a contrasting philosophical perspec-
tive, the Evangelical movement intensified the Christian sense of original
sin, but pressed upon mothers their vital responsibility to train their children
in the ways of holiness and prepare them to receive God more fully through
conversion.52 Like the sanctifying work of the Holy Spirit, mother-love is a
‘wonder-working principle’ which brings unregenerate souls to God, effect-
ively a co-progenitor of born-again souls.53 Mothers were divine ministers
within the home, shunning the clumsy forms of masculine power –instruc-
tion and command –to embrace the subtler strategy of sympathetic influ-
ence through almost omniscient insight into her child’s motivations and
weaknesses.54 Even in the mother’s absence she is powerful, internalised as
kind of guardian spirit (or constraining super-ego) to prompt her children
to virtue even after her physical death.55 Whether in heaven or on earth
mothers were saviours whose work was to restore the divine image in the
human soul, no less than the prime instruments of ‘regeneration’ in a fallen
world.56 While such idealisations of women were at their peak from the
1830s to the 1860s, they lingered in a late-century form of feminism that
rested on a similar exaltation of ‘woman’ as powerful redeemer conspiring
with God to bring about salvation.
This alignment of divine and maternal natures was all the more possible
because of parallel religious developments that in a sense ‘feminised’ the
character of God. Evangelicalism brought a new personal intensity to faith,
while Romanticism and Transcendentalism emphasised feeling as the basis
for spiritual experience, intuiting a God who was readily available through
poetic perception of the world around.57 Christian virtues –moral purity,
love and self-denial –were widely thought to be ‘more easily practised
by women than by men’, a connection which the discourse of ‘Christian
manliness’ had to work hard to undo.58 The ‘sentimental’ emphasis in
American Protestantism was regarded as a (sometimes unwelcome) fem-
inisation which foregrounded the experiential over the intellectual, and
The idea of God as a mother in Victorian culture 13
Theodore Parker makes when he declares that ‘God is not a king, but a
father and a mother’.64 But the ideal, and to some degree the reality, of
the middle-class breadwinner and paterfamilias made paternal intimacy
often difficult to achieve, or at least to demonstrate, so that mothers of
the middle classes could more easily claim superior parenting capacities
given the new emphasis on parenting as an emotional and moral, not just
economic, role.65 While, as historians show, the social reality of male and
female parenting was more nuanced than the notion of ‘separate spheres’
suggests, gender provided a convenient if oversimplified schema to signify
contrasting interpretations of the divine character, and of its relationship
with human beings and with the earth in which they spend their mortal
existence.
Rethinking God in terms of motherhood was not confined to writers
of Protestant Christian heritage, although it seems that the idea was most
widespread among them. Claudia Stokes has shown how Eliza Snow, later
wife to Joseph Smith and designated a prophetess as well as poet laureate
of the Latter-Day Saints, invoked the Heavenly Mother which, while con-
troversial to many, was accepted by some into Mormon doctrine.66 As is
shown in Chapter 5, Mary Baker Eddy, founder of the Christian Science
movement, likened God more to a mother than a father on the basis of
women’s higher capacity to love. Although in Roman Catholicism Mary
was not divine, but a mediator between God and humanity, convert
Adelaide Procter evades this nicety by making Mary the sole deity to whom
a charity-focused convent community pays homage in her medieval poetic
narrative ‘A Legend of Provence’ (1862). Mary appears in a vision not only
to grant forgiveness to a fallen nun, but to wipe the community’s memory
of her error, in order to allow her full rehabilitation without condescen-
sion.67 As well as being a reposte to the many fallen woman narratives
which resolve in obligatory penitence and often death, the poem is a par-
able of divine mercy in autonomous female form.
Grace Aguilar, ‘the most important Jewish writer in nineteenth-century
England’,68 also made moves towards a maternal theology, combining
the resources of her tradition with her own independent interpretations.
While not questioning the ideology of separate spheres, she is credited with
‘feminiz[ing]’ Judaism by reversing the hierarchy which valued public col-
lective practice (in which women were largely passive) over private and
domestic religious experience.69 Emphasising ‘the private sphere as the
essential realm of true Jewish practice’, Aguilar elevated women’s spiritual
wisdom and emphasised intimacy and mercy as the heart of her faith.70 As
Nadia Valman has argued, the idea of God as a mother is implicit in some
of Aguilar’s works, modelled in the patient and compassionate woman
protagonist who becomes a conduit of salvation to all who dwell with
The idea of God as a mother in Victorian culture 15
her or pass through her house.71 In The Women of Israel, Aguilar, keen
to dispel the cultural myth that only in Christianity were women extolled,
reminds readers that God was often depicted in Hebrew scripture through
maternal metaphor.72 These works by Snow, Eddy, Procter and Aguilar
show that the discourse of exalted maternity prompted revisionary ideas of
the divine image from writers of a variety of religious backgrounds, who
felt that God’s ‘feminine’ aspect, and women’s spiritual experience, had
been suppressed to humanity’s detriment.
This is the time, when woman shall reign, and the kingdom of man
shall be no more. The man and the woman are the two Messiahs of
the Bible. … Woman is the bride –the lamb’s wife, and the Bible says
that she comes, when the millennium begins.77
16 The idea of God as a mother in Victorian culture
By Sharples and her like, figures such as Eve, Isis, the Madonna and the
Holy Spirit were recuperated in composite symbols of the divine feminine
that would herald the new era for humanity. Barbara Taylor discusses
more secular examples of this ethos such as the Saint-Simonians whose
spokesman James Smith declared that ‘Hitherto God has been worshipped
as a man; let us now worship the female God’,78 and John Goodwyn
Barmby of the Communist Church who addressed ‘the Woman-Power’
in hymns to ‘Incarnate Love’ and the ‘Human Goddess’.79 Some of these
were influenced by French utopian writer Auguste Comte who believed
humanity was ‘more ideal’ in its ‘feminine type’ and celebrated women as
its ‘spontaneous priestesses’; churches of his ‘religion of humanity’ took
for their central devotional image the Sistine Madonna, sacred icon of the
mother–child bond.80 In these examples, the divine feminine represented
the utopian hopes of realising the kingdom of heaven on earth through
reformed social relations.
A less heretical model of women’s prophecy emerged from religious
dissent, based on biblical examples of the prophet as charismatic leader
appointed directly by God to challenge the authorities of the day and call
them back to piety and justice. Women were included in this vocation,
as examples like Deborah, Miriam and Mary the mother of Jesus dem-
onstrate, as well as injunctions such as Joel 2:28–9: ‘I will pour out my
Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy … ’. Women
preachers in early Methodism drew on this authority, and especially the
title ‘Mother in Israel’ in imitation of the biblical judge Deborah (Judges
4–5) who claimed it for herself and other national saviours.81 The title was
celebrated by Victorian women writers as a distinctly motherly model of
leadership, both affectionate and pacific, as Clara Lucas Balfour emphasised
in her account of Deborah’s peaceable rule of God’s people for 40 years.82
The title ‘Mother in Israel’ was widely applied to women leaders connected
with dissent, claimed by Methodist preachers Mary Bosanquet Fletcher
and Mary Taft (who described their preaching and mentoring activities as
‘travail’), and bestowed by Anglican Hannah More upon Quaker Elizabeth
Fry in recognition of her prison reforms.83 It was still in use at the end of the
century when Josephine Butler applied it to Quaker supporters of her cam-
paign against the organised sexual abuse of children, while at her funeral
in 1887 Mormon Eliza R. Snow was credited as having been ‘Mother in
Israel’ to tens of thousands.84 Gaskell, Macdonald and Burnett feature
such prophetic women in their fictional writings, to empower a feminised
message of the social gospel with direct divine power. The Mother in Israel
authorised women’s spiritual voice and agency and defied the status quo in
the name of compassion and justice.
As several scholars have shown, the ethos of women’s prophecy echoes
through the writings of women poets, novelists and social commentators
The idea of God as a mother in Victorian culture 17
Knothe spoke of the need to ‘look for and find the divine aspect of woman’
and ‘at the same time … prove the essential woman aspect of Deity … .
When women realize their own inherent Divinity, then shall they occupy
the place which is rightfully theirs in the full light of Her love’.89 In the
British feminist journal Shafts, Alice Major complained that ‘the Supreme
is habitually spoken of in the masculine gender, so that the bulk of the race
are firmly convinced that, if there be a God, that God is a sort of magnified
man’. The result was, she claimed, that ‘the male half of the human race has
been comporting itself as though it imagined that it represented mankind,
and that woman was a sort of afterthought considerately provided for man
and for the perpetuation of the race’.90 Major, as well as others including
Elizabeth Cady Stanton in The Woman’s Bible (1895–98), argued that the
sole masculinity of God was not even biblical, since they interpreted the
plural ‘Elohim’, and God’s instruction to make humanity ‘in our image’, to
signify divine gender-duality. These writers are optimistic that once women
rewrite religion, God can be rescued from androcentrism and women from
subjection. As Chapter 6 in particular will show, a number of women
writers between 1880 and 1915 created utopian visions of reformed soci-
eties with reformed religions focused on a divine mother who authorises
social sympathy and cooperation and undoes women’s marginal status.
The ethos of prophecy, which claimed an ex-centric authority, morphed
into the language of rights as women claimed their position at their centre,
not the margins, of social and religious discourse.
Two days later the Chester slipped into the fine harbor at Kingston
and dropped anchor. It was cloudy, but by noon the sun broke forth
and the boys had a chance to look at the shipping, which is fairly
extensive. As usual in West Indian ports, the flags of many
nationalities were flying, and the scene was full of interest.
Since the boys had stood up so bravely in defense of January Jones
they had seen but little of Captain Sudlip, he evidently making it a
point to avoid them. And they also saw but little of January Jones, for
the negro was assigned to other work and a strange hand placed to
wait on the table and care for their rooms. The service all around
was fairly good, but, as Darry expressed it, “nothing to brag about.”
“Are we going to get a chance to stretch our legs on shore?”
questioned Sam, as he gazed over the rail at the narrow and
crowded streets of the town.
“The professor has got to find that out,” said Frank, who had just
been speaking to Amos Strong. “He says he paid our passage right
through to Havana, so we can’t bid good-bye to Captain Sudlip just
yet.”
A little later Professor Strong joined them with the information that
the Chester would remain in Kingston harbor until the following day
until three o’clock.
“Then we can take quite a look around,” said Mark. “Are there any
points of interest to visit?”
“A few only. You see, England has tried hard to make something of
the island, but as yet there are too many negroes here to suit
Americans. But we will take it in for what it is worth.”
It was decided that they should put up at the Queen’s Hotel over
night and they so notified Captain Sudlip.
“All right, do as you please,” he growled. “But it won’t take anything
off your passage money.”
“I did not expect it would,” replied Professor Strong, coldly.
They were soon ashore and walking up the narrow and dirty street
leading from the quay. On either side were big warehouses with here
and there a low drinking resort, around which hung sailors of many
nationalities and crowds of negroes.
“This is not very inviting,” was Sam’s comment. “It smells almost as
bad as at La Guayra.”
“It is not so bad further away from the docks.”
They soon reached the hotel, a comfortable resort with large shade
trees in the courtyard and a fountain, and here Professor Strong
secured accommodations for all.
“Kingston contains about fifty thousand inhabitants,” said the
professor, after they had secured a large carriage in which to drive
around. “It was established about two hundred years ago, after the
neighboring town of Port Royal had been destroyed by earthquake.
Now Port Royal has been rebuilt. It lies on the other side of the
harbor, but Kingston is the main city, and nearly all the foreign
commerce passes through this port.”
“Have they any railroads?”
“When I was here last they had a railroad about ten miles long,
running from here to Spanish Town, in the interior. The lay of the
land is not favorable to railroads.”
“I knew some sick folks who came to Jamaica for their health,” said
Hockley. “A man and his son. Both had consumption.”
“Yes, invalids come here in plenty, and there are several hotels up in
the hills built especially for their benefit.”
They were soon at the principal square of the city, called the Parade.
Here were numerous shops, as well as a barracks for the soldiers, a
church, theater, and other public buildings. The Parade was well
kept, quite in contrast to the streets through which they had been
passing.
It was a relief, when they returned to the hotel, to find a first-class
meal awaiting them, something that “topped clean over old Sudlip’s
lobscouse,” as Darry put it, borrowing a favorite sailor’s expression.
It was decided to take a run up to Spanish Town the next morning.
They could get a train about ten o’clock, and that would give them
ample time to look around and get back before three, the time when
the Chester would set sail.
All of the boys were up bright and early on the following morning with
the exception of Hockley, who snored away until Professor Strong
called him.
“I don’t want to get up,” he grumbled. “Nothing to see in this dead
hole.” Yet when dressed he joined the others in a trip to several
public buildings, where an English official kindly showed them
around.
Ten o’clock found them at the depot, waiting for the train which was
to take them to Spanish Town, and here they discovered that the
time table had been changed and the train would not leave until half
an hour later.
“But we can get back before three even so,” announced Amos
Strong, after studying the schedule. “I fancy none of you want to
return to the Chester until it’s necessary.”
They waited around and at last the little locomotive, with its three
coaches rolled in. As it came to a stop they heard a yell, and looking
around, saw January Jones coming toward them on a dead run.
“Hello! what does he want?” exclaimed Mark. “Something is up,
that’s certain.”
“Stop! stop!” called out the negro, as soon as he was within speaking
distance. “Doan yo’ go fo’ to take dat train, less yo’ want to lose de
ship!”
“Lose the ship?” queried Professor Strong. “What do you mean? We
expect to be back before three o’clock.”
“De ship am gwine to sail at one o’clock, sah.”
“One o’clock!” came from all of the others. And then the boys looked
at the professor inquiringly.
“Captain Sudlip told me he would sail at three o’clock,” said
Professor Strong. “I asked him twice to make sure.”
“I ’spect he did, sah, but I heard him tell de mate dat dey must sail
promptly at one o’clock, sah—dat he wouldn’t wait fo’ nobody, sah.”
“It’s a trick to leave us behind!” burst out Mark. “He has our money
and that is all he cares.”
“But he told me three o’clock,” persisted the professor. “Although I
have no witness to that fact!” he added, suddenly, a light breaking in
on him.
“Then that is where he has us foul!” came from Frank. “It’s a good
thing January told us this,” he continued, and gave the negro a
grateful look.
“Tole yo’ I would do sumt’ing if I got de chance,” said the negro, with
a grin.
“All aboard!” called the train porter.
“We are not going,” answered Professor Strong; and a minute later
the train was off.
“Yo’ see it was dis way,” continued January Jones, as they walked
away from the station. “I heard one ob yo’ young gen’men tell de
udder ’bout gitting back befo’ three o’clock. Den when I heard what
Cap’n Sudlip said to de mate I knowed sumt’ing was wrong. So I
made up my mind to dun tole yo’. I went to de hotel fust an’ dey tole
me to come heah.”
“We’ll not forget your kindness,” said Professor Strong. “It was
certainly a mean trick on Captain Sudlip’s part and I shall tell him so.
Of course if we had been left I could not have brought suit against
him for damages, since I have no witness to prove that he said he
would sail at three o’clock.”
“Tell yo’, sah, I’se mighty sick ob workin’ fo’ dat man, sah,” observed
January, with a shake of his woolly head. “I’d leave de ship heah,
only dis ain’t much ob a place.”
“No, I would advise you to remain until you reach Havana,”
answered Professor Strong. “I have a number of friends in that city
and perhaps I can get you something to do there.”
This pleased January Jones greatly, and he promised to do what he
could for them so long as they were together.
As there was nothing much to do at present, they walked back to the
hotel, where they procured dinner. In the meantime the negro, who
had been sent ashore on an errand, hurried back to the steamer with
all speed.
At quarter to one o’clock Captain Sudlip came on deck and looked
around him anxiously. He was all ready to sail and so far had seen
nothing of his five passengers. He gazed ashore but not one of them
was in sight.
“I’ve won the game this time,” he muttered to himself. “And they can’t
prove anything either. It was as slick as any Yankee move. They’ll be
mad enough when they realize how I have outwitted them. And I’ve
got the passage money safe in the cabin. Let me see, by dropping
them behind I clear just about twenty pounds. I can tell the owners
that they paid their way only as far as Kingston and they will never
know differently.”
As the minutes went by he looked at his watch nervously. Ten
minutes to one and no one in sight—five minutes. He called to the
first mate.
“All ready to sail?”
“Aye, aye, sir,” was the answer. “But I haven’t seen anything of those
Americans.”
“Well, it’s their own fault if they don’t come aboard in time. I shall not
wait for them.”
“Didn’t think you would, sir,” answered the mate, but in such a low
voice that Captain Sudlip did not hear him.
At one minute to one the lines were cast off and as a distant bell
tolled the hour the Chester began to move from the harbor. Standing
near the pilot house Captain Sudlip continued to gaze ashore. But
those he was fearful of seeing did not show themselves and
presently he heaved a sigh of relief and satisfaction. Half an hour
later Kingston Harbor and Jamaica itself were left behind and the
Chester stood boldly out into the Caribbean Sea.
“Dumped ’em!” said the captain to himself, with a smile of intense
satisfaction. “That will teach ’em a lesson. They can’t ride over me!”
And then he added, after a pause, “Now I’ve got that nigger to
myself, won’t I just teach him a lesson? He won’t be able to stand
when I get through with him!”
CHAPTER VII
THE JOKE ON CAPTAIN SUDLIP
But were our friends left behind, as Captain Sudlip so fondly hoped?
Let us go back and see.
It was light-hearted Darry, always ready for a joke, who offered the
suggestion, while they were eating dinner at the Queen’s Hotel.
“Say!” he exclaimed, suddenly, thumping the table in his excitement.
“I’ve got a scheme for paying Captain Sudlip off for his meanness.”
“Have you?” came from Professor Strong. “Even so, please don’t
pound the dishes from the table, Darry.”
“Oh, excuse me, I forgot, sir. But really, the scheme is just the thing,”
went on Darry, earnestly.
“Then let us have it by all means,” put in Frank. “I’m ready to do
anything to get square with that man.”
“My scheme is this: Let us try to get on board of the Chester on the
sly. Then, when he is congratulating himself on leaving us behind we
can suddenly appear. I’ll wager that will knock him silly.”
“Hurrah; that’s a go!” shouted Frank.
“A splendid plan,” came from Sam.
“We’ll have a tough job of it, getting on board without being seen,”
remarked Hockley, who was envious because he had not made the
suggestion. “There is always somebody on deck, and that somebody
will let the captain know of our coming.”
“We must watch our chance,” said Darry. “Anyway, it’s worth trying,
isn’t it?”
All the boys agreed that it was, and Professor Strong could not help
but smile at their enthusiasm. At once they made him promise to
come into the plan, and he finally consented.
“But I am not going to sneak on board like a criminal,” he said.
Soon they were down at the docks and here they met January
Jones, who had just completed his errand. They took the negro into
their confidence and he promised to come on deck and wave his big
red bandanna handkerchief when the coast was clear.
Fortunately the plan worked with ease. Captain Sudlip was not
dreaming of their return by half-past twelve and they came on board
seen only by January and one of the deck hands. This deck hand
loved the captain no more than did the negro and he readily
consented to remain silent concerning the American passengers.
Once on the steamer the party did not go to their staterooms but to a
storeroom which January pointed out to them. It was a fairly
comfortable spot, and here they remained until the steamer was
under way. While sitting here the boys completed their plan, which
made even Professor Strong smile broadly.
It was Darry who ventured forth first, showing himself when the
harbor had been left many miles behind. He strolled on deck as
coolly as possible, passing the captain without appearing to notice
the latter.
Captain Sudlip was nearly dumfounded and stared as if he was
looking at a ghost.
“Why—er—er,” he stammered. “When—er—when did you come on
board?”
“Not very long ago,” answered Darry, coolly.
“Hum! Did you—er know—I mean, did you have a nice time?”
“First-class, although I should have liked to have seen more.” And
then Darry added, before the captain could speak again: “Seen
anything of the rest of our crowd?”
“No.”
“Queer. They must be somewhere,” and then Darry walked away,
leaving Captain Sudlip staring after him.
“He must have left the others of his party,” mused the master of the
Chester. “Humph! Well, I won’t treat him any too good. He’ll find out
that he can’t boss me as the whole crowd did. If he gives me any lip
I’ll lock him in the brig.”
Darry lost no time in retreating to the storeroom, where he told his
story. Then Mark sauntered forth and passed the captain as the
latter was entering the cabin.
This time Captain Sudlip’s jaw dropped in chagrin as well as
amazement. He was about to back away without a word, but Mark
did not allow this.
“Well, Captain, I see you got away on time,” he said, pleasantly.
“Nothing like being prompt, eh?”
“Hum! Why—er—yes, I always sail on time,” came back, in snappy
tones. “I—er—when did you come aboard?”
“Not very long ago,” and then Mark added, as Darry had done: “Seen
anything of the rest of our crowd?”
“Saw one,” was the short answer, and then Captain Sudlip passed
on, his face full of perplexity and chagrin.
It was Frank he met next. The boy had a book in his hand and
pretended to be reading. But on catching sight of the captain he
sang out cheerily: “Hi, Captain Sudlip, have you seen anything of the
rest of our crowd?”
“Some of ’em,” growled the master of the steamer, and walked in
another direction, to encounter Sam, who came up to him with a
handkerchief to his eyes.
“Oh, Captain, Captain Sudlip!” he exclaimed tearfully. “I—I’m in
trouble.”
“Trouble?” demanded the captain, wrathfully. “What’s wrong?”
“Have you—have you seen anything—of—the—rest—of—our
crowd?”
“Find out for yourself!” roared Captain Sudlip. “If this is a joke let me
say I don’t stand for it!” And he rushed off for his private cabin.
Here he met Hockley, who had been waiting several minutes to
interview him. But he was no longer surprised and was on the point
of passing when the youth held him up.
“I say, Captain,” he began, “have you seen anything of the rest——”
“So you think you’re going to make a monkey of me?” exploded
Captain Sudlip, in a fury. “Think you are going to make laughing
stock of me, do you? I won’t stand it. How do you like that, you
impudent rascal!”
“That” was a slap from his broad palm, which took poor Hockley
fairly and squarely in the mouth and sent him on his back. The
captain would have followed it up with more violence, but just then
Professor Strong appeared.
“Stop that!” he commanded, sternly. “What right have you to touch
this young man, sir?”
“He insulted me,” answered the captain, but turned somewhat pale.
“I won’t be insulted on my own ship!” he added, doggedly.
“How did he insult you?”
“Didn’t insult him,” spluttered Hockley, rising. “I just asked him the
question we agreed on,—if he had seen any of the rest of our crowd,
—when he up and knocked me down.”
“I—I won’t argue the matter,” interrupted Captain Sudlip. “I know your
game. After this you can mind your own business and leave me
alone.”
“We will leave you alone,” answered Professor Strong, as calmly as
ever. “But first I am going to have my say. I know of your trick to
leave us behind. You told me you would sail at three o’clock and
then you changed the time to one o’clock.”
“I did not, I——”
“We won’t argue that matter. Fortunately we got back before one
o’clock, so your little plan was nipped in the bud. We are going to sail
with you as far as Havana, and you must treat us fairly while we are
on board, otherwise I shall enter a complaint with the owners of this
ship. And as for hitting this young man, you must apologize or I will
back him up in having you arrested as soon as we reach port.”
At these final words from Amos Strong the captain’s face became a
study. There was a look of rage and hate there, mingled with that of
baffled cunning. He had gotten himself in a tight corner and he knew
it. Two other passengers had seen the assault on Hockley, so there
were witnesses enough to his misdeed. The talk had collected quite
a crowd, including all the boys.
“So you think I ought to apologize?” he said, slowly.
“Yes, and you’ve got to do it, too!” put in Hockley, growing bolder,
now he saw that Professor Strong was, for once, backing him up.
“You had no right to play a joke on me.”
“I was only asking you a simple question.”
“Hum! I know you! But I may have—er—been hasty in hitting you,”
went on Captain Sudlip, lamely. “And if I was I—er—apologize.”
And with this he walked off, and did not show himself again until the
next day.
“I reckon we got square,” said Darry, later on, when they talked the
matter over. “He’ll be mad over this affair every time he thinks about
it.”
“It was all right enough for you fellows,” grumbled Hockley, who was
nursing a swollen lip. “You didn’t catch what I got.”
“Why didn’t you strike back, Glummy?” asked Mark.
“I didn’t get the chance, the professor came up so quickly. Otherwise
I would have wiped up the deck with him,” blustered the would-be
bully.
All of the others had their opinion about Hockley’s ability to “wipe up
the deck” with anybody, but they said nothing on that point, for
certainly he had caught the bitter end of the joke.
“And now we’ve got to wait and see how Captain Sudlip treats us for
the rest of the trip,” said Mark, when the meeting broke up.
“And how he treats January Jones,” said Darry. “Don’t forget that
poor fellow. My! what would Captain Sudlip do to him if he knew he
was the one who had brought us the news?”
As might be expected, Jason Sudlip was in anything but a sweet
temper during the days spent in making the run around the western
end of Cuba to Havana. But he managed to steer clear of Professor
Strong and his party, and the meals furnished, while not particularly
good, were still such as to be above complaint.
It was on his crew that Captain Sudlip emptied his vials of wrath, and
everybody caught it from the first mate down to January Jones and
the cabin boy. This led to more than one quarrel, and before the
Chester reached Havana half the help on board were on the verge of
mutiny.
“I won’t stand this,” said the second mate. “If the first mate won’t
make a complaint to the owners I will!”
“I do not blame you,” answered Professor Strong, to whom he was
speaking. “I think you have a clear case. If you wish it, I will write out
a letter stating such facts as I know, and I will sign it, and so can the
young men with me.”
This offer was readily accepted, and when the Chester reached the
harbor at Havana the second mate had the paper safe in his
possession. He had talked the matter over with the others on the
steamer and five men joined in making a complaint, not alone to the
owners but also to the authorities. As a result Captain Sudlip was
discharged by the owners of the steamer and the first mate became
the commander, and the second mate became first. The mate was
willing to keep January Jones, but the colored man remembered
what Professor Strong had promised and went ashore to stay there.
CHAPTER VIII
SIGHT-SEEING IN HAVANA
The boys watched the entrance into the harbor of Havana with
interest, and as they approached the shore Professor Strong pointed
out the various objects to which he wished to draw their attention.
“As you doubtless remember,” he said, “during the War with Spain, in
1898, the city of Havana and several other cities in this
neighborhood were blockaded for many months, so that it was next
to impossible for the Spaniards to get any supplies from outside or to
send any goods away from these ports. A number of vessels tried to
run the blockade but nearly every one was captured, so that when
the war was over our sailors had quite a lot of prize money coming to
them.”
“Is that Morro Castle?” asked Mark, pointing to a high fortification to
the left of the harbor entrance.
“Yes, that is old Morro, and over on the right is Punta Castle, and
beyond that is the Queen’s battery, a long fortification, which, as you
can see, shelters the city itself from the sea. It was these
fortifications, Morro, Punta, and the batteries to the west, that kept
our ships at a distance during the blockade.”
“I should like to visit Morro Castle,” came from Sam.
“I think there will be no difficulty, although, you must remember, the
American troops have now been withdrawn from the city and all of
Cuba is now in the sole possession of the Cubans.”
“Well, I guess they have a friendly feeling towards Yankees,” came
from Frank. “At least, they ought to have—we did so much to help
them establish their freedom.”
“The entrance to the harbor is about a mile from the harbor itself,”
went on Professor Strong, “and the city lies entirely on the west
shore. Roughly speaking it is about a mile and a quarter square and
contains about two hundred and forty thousand inhabitants. It is
divided into the old city and the new, the former being within the old
walls and being very much cluttered-up, and the latter being on the
outskirts, where there are many fine buildings and summer
residences. The harbor of Havana is a place that no real American is
likely to forget. Can you tell me why?”
“Because the battleship Maine was blown up here,” came from one
and another.
“Exactly, lads, and the blowing up of the Maine hastened on the war
which resulted in Cuban liberty. I think we shall be able to see the
spot where she sank, although the wreckage has been cleared
away.”
“I will show you the place,” said one of the other passengers, and he
pointed it out, not many rods from the shore. “I was here at the time,”
he went on. “The explosion was a very terrifying one, and broke a
good deal of the glassware in the hotel at which I was stopping.”
It was not until several hours later that they were allowed to land,
after a Cuban Custom House official had passed their baggage.
Professor Strong knew exactly where he wished to go, so there was
no hesitation on that score.
“What narrow streets!” exclaimed Frank, as they passed along, the
boys having elected to walk, in order to see the sights more fully.
“Why they are no better than alleyways. This sidewalk is barely two
feet wide.”
“That is the way they used to build the streets,” answered the
professor with a laugh. “They know better now, and the new part of
the city has some very broad and well-shaded highways, and also a
great number of beautiful fountains.”
“I don’t see how wagons can pass each other—especially those long
things they call volantes,” came from Hockley.
“There used to be a regulation that carriages and carts could only
pass through a street in one direction. I presume that is still in force
in the old part of the town.”