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event occurred before the issue of the author, as the work progressed, resecond number—the death of Seymour ceived other cheques from the publish-and it was necessary to send the ers, amounting in all to £3,000, in addiPickwick Papers to press with only tion to the fifteen guineas per number three plates. A new artist had now which it was agreed should be paid to be found, while the publishers were to him. It is said that the sale of the obliged to rearrange the whole work. Pickwick Papers returned a clear profit R. W. Buss was selected to succeed of £20,000 after the author's fees had Seymour, the letterpress was increased been paid. to thirty-two pages, and the plates re- The association of "Phiz" with duced to two in each monthly part. "Boz" proved to be the beginning of a
Buss failed completely as an etcher; highly successful collaboration, for indeed, so incompetent did he prove having both attained fame through the that the two plates produced by him production of Pickroick, they continued had to be cancelled when only a few to work together, with such results as copies of the work had been circu- the world in general and book lovers in lated. Ultimately Hablót K. Browne particular have learned to appreciate. stepped into the breach, and the genius The humor and art of Hablót K. of “Phiz" set the seal of success upon Browne will always be identified with the Pickwick Papers. It is not too the first editions of Dickens's novels. much to say that this gifted artist is It is interesting to note, by the way, in a large measure responsible for the that Browne's appointment as illuspopularity which the work has since trator to the Pickwick Papers prevented attained.
Thackeray, who had also made an apWith the death of Seymour the plication for the post, from completely sporting element in Pickwick, which abandoning his literary talents for had yielded some of its most amusing those of the pencil, for it is possible situations, was dropped. The publi- that had Thackeray been appointed to cation from a financial point of view the position, Vanity Fair, Esmond, and had not been a success, the sales only The Newcomes would never have been averaging fifty copies of each number. written. The Fates, however, ruled In the fourth number appeared the fa- otherwise, and ten years later Thackmous illustration of Sam. Weller, in eray was challenging Dickens for popwhich that worthy is depicted by ularity, the Edinburgh Review having “Phiz” in the act of cleaning boots. lauded Vanity Fair to such heights that Mr. Weller Junior immediately caught its author was brought immediately to the public eye: the Pickwickians be- the front rank of fiction writers. gan to be talked about, and the sales of Henceforward the art of Thackeray the monthly parts went up by leaps was destined to rival that of Dickens. and bounds. "Phiz” had caught the But Thackeray never forgot the great spirit of Dickens: Pickwick was genius of the author of Pickwick, and, huge success, the circulation at the as his correspondence shows, he was completion of the work being from never tired of dilating on the charm of forty to fifty thousand copies. Needless Dickens to others. to say, Messrs. Chapman and Hall That so youthful an author as Dickwere highly delighted with the sudden ens should be subjected to adverse critturn in the fortunes of their publica- icism on the part of the reviews, while tion-so much so, in fact, that they his popularity was reflected in fashionsent Dickens a cheque for £500 when able plagiarism by inferior writers, the twelfth number was reached. The was only to be expected. On both
sides of the Atlantic critics fumed and plates—including the two wbich were sneered at the new work. At the same executed by Buss (“The Cricket time there came into being a large Match” and “The Fat Boy Awakes") number of productions dealing with the and which were afterwards suppressed further adventures of Mr. Pickwick. -are in themselves of considerable Reputable authors caught the fever value. and wrote stories round Dickens' hero As for the original Mr. Pickwick, he - an audacity which was naturally re is supposed to have been a coach-massented by the novelist.
ter at Bath. It is recorded that DickThe popularity of Pickwick is not ens saw the name of Moses Pickwick, confined to the Anglo-Saxon race; it Bath, Coachmaster, painted on the door has been translated into every Conti- of a stage coach and that he immedinental tongue. Three years after the ately appropriated it for that of his issue of the first edition, it was printed hero, substituting Samuel for Moses. in Van Diemen's Land and sold with Old Mr. Weller and his son certainly lithographed copies of the original il- existed in the flesh, an interesting lustrations at a small price. In Eng- worthy of the name of Thomas Weller land Pickwick has been issued in paper having once kept The Granby Head covers at a penny.
What a first edi- in Chatham. In the novel The tion, complete in twenty parts, would Granby Head became The Marquis of now fetch it is impossible to say. The Granby.
TAE INSPECTOR OF GOZ DAOUD.
dar thought it was quite a good The night before I started on my an- scheme, and I believe it's going to be nual tour of inspection up the Blue Nile adopted. So I wrote to Aveling and I dined with Fortman, the Civil Secre- congratulated him, and said I was glad tary, kindest and best of men. After he was taking such an interest in his dinner he said,
job, and hoped he was getting to like "By the way, will you be stopping at the life here, and all that sort of thing. Goz Daoud ?”
Because, you know, he always used to “Yes," I said, "I think so. The boat be so fearfully depressed: he did his takes in wood there, and I believe work all right, but he never seemed to we stop for a night."
get any fun out of it, or out of any"I wish you would look up Aveling,” thing else: and in this country a man said Fortman. “You know him, don't doesn't do much good unless he's a you?”
bit enthusiastic. Well, the reason 1 "Oh yes," I said, "I know him. Mel- want you to look him up is this. He ancholy beggar, isn't he?"
wrote me a very nice letter, but a “Well, he always used to be,” said most awfully queer one. He said that Fortman; “but Billy Graham, who he knew he had always been a bit of saw him not long ago, says that he's a wet blanket, but that the most amaznow quite a cheerful bird.
ing thing had happened to him which jolly good man at his job, anyway. had made him the happiest man alive. We got a note from him on the taxa- He said he couldn't tell me the story tion of rain-lands two or three months then, but he hoped some day he might ago which was really excellent: the Sir- be able to explain it. I suppose it's
all right, but it's a bit odd, isn't it? ant, seemed to feel the heat. He v He used to be profoundly depressed, late with my afternoon tea, and he apand now he's extremely cheerful: and peared to have something his the change, whatever caused it, has mind: for he stood about, when he had made him one of the keenest and best put down the tea-things, looking dismen we've got. But I must say that tinctly uneasy. At last he said, I should like to know a little more "After an hour and a half we get to about it."
Goz Daoud." “Why bother?" I said. “It's all to “Yes," I said sleepily. the good, isn't it?"
“Dues your Excellency land there for "Oh, it's not idle curiosity," said dinner with the Inspector," he asked. Fortman. "But I rather distrust “or will the Inspector dine with us on these sudden changes, especially in this board?" country. The climate and the life have "I expect I shall dine with him," I such a queer effect on some people; said, "and very likely I shall sleep and one has to keep an eye on fel- there to-night. The boat won't go on lows who are all by themselves, like till to-morrow morning." Aveling Of course, I don't want you
Abdou seemed more embarrassed to report, or anything of that kind: but than ever. “Better your Excellency you might just look him up, and tell stop on board," he said; and when I me if you think he would be the better asked him why, he replied, “Who for a spell of eivilization. He's doing knows if the tale is true? Yet a tale so well where he is that we don't want is told which I do not understand. It to move him. All the same, if you is said that his Honor the Inspector, think he wants a change, we could eas- Aveling Bey, has always with him a ily manage it.”
Djinn, who tells him of things unknown So I promised to look him up, and to mortals.” next day I started off on my tour. To “Nonsense,” I said; and Abdou saidtell the honest truth, I didn't think "As your Excellency pleases. This much of Fortman's story. Aveling is the story. Who knows if it is might quite well have had news that true?" and he waddled off. he was out of some mess about which After he had gone, I remembered my he had been worrying; and anyhow, conversation with Fortman, and Aveit didn't seem to be any one's business ling's letter about the "amazing thing" except his own. Besides, I didn't which had happened to him. Had this take much interest in the man: he was anything to do with Abdou's yarn? or such a gloomy beggar, as I knew bim. course, one thinks nothing of stories
of Djinns or “Afreets” in the Sudan: II.
according to the natives, they are It was a week later, and one of the everywhere. One, I remember, used hottest afternoons I ever remember. to haunt the road leading down to the The little stern-wheel steamer, kicking river past the Adjutant-General's her way up against the Blue Nile in house in Khartoum. The boldest flood, seemed to be baked through and donkey-bry would never think of gothrough by the sun, like a cake in an ing that way after dark. But I had oven. It was too hot to read, too hot never heard before of an Afreet or to shoot crocodiles, too bot even to Djinn hefriending an Englishman. I smoke. One could only lie and pant, puzzled over it for a bit, and then gave and wait for the setting of the sun.
It was too hot to worry over Even Abdou, my fat Berberine serv- anything.
esta was setting as we came into seemed to make an effort to take his the uoz Daoud reach. The Blue Nile part in conversation, or even in the widens out there for two or three most ordinary interchange of civilities; miles, and the scene was one of those but now he was the perfect host, gen. which so print themselves on the brain uinely glad to see his guest, and conthat it is impossible ever to forget them. veying his pleasure naturally in every The westward sky was full of that lav- tone of his voice. ish and fantastic splendor which seems As we turned to walk up to his peculiar to the Sudan: the wide river house, I noticed at once that all was was as red as blood with the reflec- well with Goz Daoud from an administion. A great herd of breeding cam- trative point of view. They say that els had come down to drink, and the experienced general can form a showed dimly on the western bank: be- very good opinion of the military value hind them a row of palm-trees stood of troops merely by seeing them march out black against the blaze of the sun- past on the parade-ground. We who are set: and above the palms hundreds of engaged in the business of government cranes flew in long lines across and soon get to know at a glance whether across, like
strange pattern the machine is working smoothly or worked in black on a background not in any station we visit. When which changed each moment through Aveling gave the usual evening greetevery shade of orange, scarlet, and ing, “May your night be happy, oh purple. Slim Arab girls, in their dull Sheikh," the answer, “And may yours blue robes, stood along the bank, bal- be happy and blessed, oh Master," came ancing their water-jars on their heads, with a readiness and enthusiasm which and greeting the steamer with their left no doubt of his popularity. high, quavering cry. We see such gor- Sudanese Arab is always polite, but he geous pictures sometimes in the Su- is not always very hearty in his greetdan, and forget for a moment the green ings. The sheikhs and notables of hills and the soft gray light of Eng. Goz Daoud evidently thought Aveling a land, which at other times are never gentleman and a good fellow, and were very far from our minds.
glad to let you know it. As the steamer drew ui' to the Goz Something had happened to Aveling, Daoud landing-place, I saw Aveling and it had improved him out of all waiting for us; and he came on board knowledge. So much, at least, was the momen: we tied up. Never in all evident. But I could form no sort of my life have I seen a man so completely conjecture as to what it was. Howchanged as he was in the six months ever, after all, it was no affair of mine: since I had last met him. The hard I had no right to cross examine him lines had all gone out of his face, and about rumors, and no sort of wish to he looked at least ten years younger; do anything of the kind. All seemed but the startling thing was that his set- to be well, and I dismissed from my tled melancholy seemed not only to mind Fortman's anxiety and Abdou's have disappeared, but to have been re- foolish tale of the Djinn. placed by a happiness too complete and He gave me a surprisingly good dinabsolute to be described as placid. He ner, and the more we talked the more simply radiated happiness. The Su- I liked him. Towards the end of dindanese soldiers on the lower deck be- ner, something he said reminded me of came one vast grin the moment they the latest Cairo story which had saw him. His manner, too, was com- drifted down to Khartoum. It was a pletely changed. Formerly he bad typical Cairo story, rather amusing,
rather improper, very malicious, and remember either of them. I probably not in the least true. I be- brought up by a guardian, who was gan to tell it to him, but when I was kind enough, but really, you know, halfway through he leaned over and didn't care much about me. Nobody touched my arm. “Would you mind,” did, much, that I can remember: I he said, “not finishing that story." I rather liked one of the grooms myself. suppose I looked surprised, for he but he thought I was little nuisance. laughed, and went on. "Oh, I'm not Then at school I got on all right with so squeamish as all that, you know: I everybody, but I never had any particdaresay I should be a good deal ular pal. There were several fellows amused, if we were alone. But, you who were pretty friendly-asked me see, we aren't," and he laughed to stop with them in the holidays, if again.
two or three fellows they liked better “What do you mean?” I said, “there couldn't come, and all that sort of is nobody here but ourselves."
thing—but no one who was really an “Yes, there is," he said. "My little intimate pal. I should have liked one, Doll is here, though you don't see her. but somehow they didn't seem to come She came down with me to the boat to my way. meet you; but I could see she wasn't "It was pretty much the same at visible to you.”
Sandhurst; and then, just after I was Frankly, I thought the man had gone gazetted, I got a letter from Colonel clean off his head; and I suppose he Marinier, saying he was an old friend read my thoughts, for he said, “Really, of my father, and had just left the Inyou know, I'm not in the least mad. dian Army and settled down in HampDoll's here all right, though you can't shire, and asking me to go down and see her. I sometimes wonder whether stop with him whenever I could get any of the natives can: I've a sort of
away. I went down, and somehow idea they think there's something un- from the very first I found myself likusual, but they don't say anything. I ing them much more than any one else see I must tell you the whole story. I I ever met. Marinier himself was a meant to, really, all the time: in fact, very good sort, and his wife was simI made up my mind that I would, as ply and entirely delightful.
She was soon as I heard you were coming, for the best-looking woman I ever saw, I
reason you will soon understand. think, and, quite apart from that, she But it's a long yarn; let's get into was the sort of person every one more comfortable chairs while I tell liked, because no one could possibly it. The drinks are by you."
help it. They had one little daughter,
and she was Doll, who is here now, III.
though you can't see her. She was “Did you ever hear of some people about nine then, and we took to each called Marinier-Colonel Marinier, of other from the start, didn't we, old the Indian Army, and his wife?" asked lady? I remember she announced the Aveling.
first evening I was there, first, that "I remember the name," I said. she liked me, and secondly, that she “Wasn't there some tragedy?"
was going to call me Dick, which isn't "I'm coming to that,” said Aveling, my name; and Dick I was to all of "but, in order to explain a rather un- them from that time on. I was there usual story, I must begin with myself. a week that first time, and before I My father and mother both died when went I was much fonder of that kid I was quite a little kid: I don't even than of all the rest of the world put