‘We are no ornament to the green lanes in spring and summer time, are we, brother? and the voices of our chies with their cukkerin [59a] and dukkerin [59b] don’t help to make them pleasant?’
‘I see what you are at, Jasper.’
‘You would wish to turn the cuckoos into barn-door fowls, wouldn’t you?’
‘Can’t say I should, Jasper, whatever some people might wish.’
‘And the chals and chies into radical weavers and factory wenches, hey, brother?’
‘Can’t say that I should, Jasper. You are certainly a picturesque people, and in many respects an ornament both to town and country; painting and lil writing [59c] too, are under great obligations to you. What pretty pictures are made out of your campings and groupings, and what pretty books have been written in which gypsies, or at least creatures intended to represent gypsies, have been the principal figures. I think if we were without you, we should begin to miss you.’
‘Just as you would the cuckoos, if they were all converted into barn-door fowls. I tell you what, brother, frequently as I have sat under a hedge in spring or summer time and heard the cuckoo, I have thought that we chals and cuckoos are alike in many respects, but especially in character. Everybody speaks ill of us both, and everybody is glad to see both of us again.’
‘Yes, Jasper, but there is some difference between men and cuckoos; men have souls, Jasper.’
‘And why not cuckoos, brother?’
‘You should not talk so, Jasper; what you say is little short of blasphemy. How should a bird have a soul?’
‘And how should a man?’
‘Oh, we know very well that a man has a soul.’
‘How do you know it?’
‘We know very well.’
‘Would you take your oath of it, brother—your bodily oath?’
‘Why, I think I might, Jasper!’
‘Did you ever see the soul, brother?’
‘No, I never saw it.’
‘Then how could you swear to it? A pretty figure you would make in a court of justice, to swear to a thing which you never saw. Hold up your head, fellow. When and where did you see it? Now upon your oath, fellow, do you mean to say that this Roman stole the donkey’s foal? Oh, there’s no one for cross-questioning like Counsellor P---. Our people when they are in a hobble always like to employ him, though he is somewhat dear. Now, brother, how can you get over the “upon your oath, fellow, will you say that you have a soul?” ’
‘Well, we will take no oaths on the subject; but you yourself believe in the soul. I have heard you say that you believe in dukkerin; now what is dukkerin but the soul science?’
‘When did I say that I believed in it?’
‘Why, after that fight, when you pointed to the bloody mark in the cloud, whilst he you wot of was galloping in the barouch to the old town, amidst the rain-cataracts, the thunder, and flame of heaven.’
‘I have some kind of remembrance of it, brother.’
‘Then, again, I heard you say that the dook [61a] of Abershaw rode every night on horseback down the wooded hill.’
‘I say, brother, what a wonderful memory you have!’
‘I wish I had not, Jasper, but I can’t help it, it is my misfortune.’
‘Misfortune! well, perhaps it is; at any rate it is very ungenteel to have such a memory. I have heard my wife say that to show you have a long memory looks very vulgar, and that you can’t give a greater proof of gentility than by forgetting a thing as soon as possible—more especially a promise, or an acquaintance when he happens to be shabby. Well, brother, I don’t deny that I may have said that I believe in dukkerin, and in Abershaw’s dook, which you say is his soul; but what I believe one moment, or say I believe, don’t be certain that I shall believe the next, or say I do.’
‘Indeed, Jasper, I heard you say on a previous occasion on quoting a piece of a song, [61b] that when a man dies he is cast into the earth and there’s an end of him.’
‘I did, did I? Lor’ what a memory you have, brother. But you are not sure that I hold that opinion now.’
‘Certainly not, Jasper. Indeed, after such a sermon as we have been hearing, I should be very shocked if you held such an opinion.’
‘However, brother, don’t be sure I do not, however shocking such an opinion may be to you.’
‘What an incomprehensible people you are, Jasper.’
‘We are rather so, brother; indeed, we have posed wiser heads than yours before now.’
‘You seem to care for so little, and yet you rove about a distinct race.’
‘I say, brother!’
‘Yes, Jasper.’
‘What do you think of our women?’
‘They have certainly very singular names, Jasper.’
‘Names! Lavengro! However, brother, if you had been as fond of things as of names, you would never have been a pal of ours.’
‘What do you mean, Jasper?’
‘A’n’t they rum animals?’
‘They have tongues of their own, Jasper.’
‘Did you ever feel their teeth and nails, brother?’
‘Never, Jasper, save Mrs. Herne’s. I have always been very civil to them, so—’
‘They let you alone. I say, brother, some part of the secret is in them.’
‘They seem rather flighty, Jasper.’
‘Ay, ay, brother!’
‘Rather fond of loose discourse!’
‘Rather so, brother.’
‘Can you always trust them, Jasper?’
‘We never watch them, brother.’
‘Can they always trust you?’
‘Not quite so well as we can them. However, we get on very well together, except Mikailia and her husband; but Mikailia is a cripple, and is married to the beauty of the world, so she may be expected to be jealous—though he would not part with her for a duchess, no more than I would part with my rawnie, [62a] nor any other chal with his.’
‘Ay, but would not the chi part with the chal for a duke, Jasper?’
‘My
