Midsummer's Eve

"It was just a case of hail and farewell," said the young man. "I was working at the Mission.”

"I know something of it," said my mother. "I believe it does very good work.”

His face lit up. "Wonderful work," he said. "Frances Cresswell is a remarkable woman.”

"Well," put in the Captain, "it is a pleasant surprise to find that you are not absolute strangers. We dine in half an hour and by that time I hope you will have decided that you are going to get along very well together during the coming weeks.”

"I'm so excited to be going," Matthew Hume told us. "I've been trying to get a passage for some time. I am longing to see Australia.”

"We can't wait," said Mrs. Prevost. "Can we, Jim? It's going to mean so much to us.”

By the time we went in to dinner we felt we knew each other quite well. We sat at table with the Captain and his Chief Officer and I found myself in earnest conversation with Matthew Hume. He seemed to want to talk to me.

I supposed because I was not exactly a stranger. The Mission kept coming into the conversation. He said that he had at one time thought of going into the Church and then he had visited Frances's Mission and had been amazed by what he saw there.

"Dear Frances," he said, "she looks to people like me to help all the time. She said she wants people with a social conscience, people who were born into the world of wealth-or comparative wealth-to give something of themselves to those who were born in less fortunate circumstances. Frances knows exactly where she is going, and as soon as I went to the Mission I began to feel I did.”

I nodded and thought of Peterkin. "My cousin feels like that, I believe," I said.

"I have seen some terrible sights," he went on. "Heartrending. And I've been to some of the prisons. That's why I am going out here ... to study the conditions of those who have been transported. I am going to write a book about it. I want to call attention to it. I think it is wrong. I think it is evil. We've got to stop it.”

He was fervent and he seemed to me very young. I wondered how old he was. Twenty-three?

Hardly that.

"I have had the honour of meeting Mrs. Elizabeth Fry," he told me. "She has talked to me about prisons and she has done a great deal ...”

We were interrupted by someone's asking the Captain about the ports we should call at and wondering how long we should stay at them.

The Captain said it would depend on what had to be set ashore and what taken on board.

We would be informed of when we must return to the ship.

(< "But we should like you to obey orders in that respect," he said. The tides have to be considered before the wishes of the passengers, especially in ships of this kind.”

The Prevosts were talking about what they wanted to do.

"We're going to acquire a little land," said Jim Prevost. "It's going Very cheaply.

Life was getting difficult at home. Trouble over the Reform Bill, the Corn Laws and the bad harvests. They say the climate out there is just wonderful.”

My father pointed out that in no part of the world could the climate be relied on and there were such things as droughts and plagues in Australia. He knew because he had lived there for nine years. True, that was more than twenty years ago, but the weather patterns had not changed.

The Prevosts looked abashed and he went on quickly: "I am sure the advantages will make up for the disadvantages. And I have heard that in some parts of Australia no price at all is asked for the land.”

The Prevosts brightened and my father began to talk about his experiences of farming in Australia.

So the evening passed.

Helena had hardly spoken, but she did display a little curiosity in her surroundings and I was sure the voyage was going to be of great interest.

I could not be anything but exhilarated to be at sea. The crew was friendly and ready to explain anything we asked and the weather was benign even in the notoriously hazardous Bay of Biscay.

Helena wanted to stay in the cabin a good deal. She was quite ill which seemed a bad omen when we were not experiencing any really bad weather. She said it was the movement of the ship. Jacco and I revelled in the life. We would race each other along the open decks which were rather restricted, but we enjoyed it; then we would lean over the rail and look right down into the swirling sea-green water.

There was so much to learn about the ship and we awakened each day to a feeling of excitement.

My father and mother used to walk along the deck arm in arm with a smile of contentment on their faces while he talked about his experiences as a convict for he said the journey and the prospect of being in Australia again brought it all back to him most vividly.