# Edgar Huntly, or The Sleep Walker/Chapter 14

CHAPTER XIV.
While sitting alone by the parlour fire marking the effects of moonlight, I noted one on horseback coming towards the gate: at first sight methought his shape and guise were not wholly new to me; but all that I could discern was merely ​a resemblance to some one whom I had before seen. Presently he stopped, and, looking towards the house, made enquiries of a passenger who chanced to be near. Being apparently satisfied with the answers he received, he rode with a quick pace into the court, and alighted at the door. I started from my seat, and going forth, waited with some impatience to hear his purpose explained.
He accosted me with the formality of a stranger, and asked if a young man, by name Edgar Huntly, resided here: being answered in the affirmative, and being requested to come in, he entered, and seated himself without hesitation by the fire. Some doubt and anxiety were visible in his looks: he seemed desirous of information upon some topic; and yet betrayed terror lest the answers he might receive should subvert some hope, or confirm some foreboding.
Meanwhile I scrutinised his features with much solicitude: a nearer and more deliberate view convinced me that the first impression was just, but still I was unable to call up his name, or the circumstances of our former meeting. The pause was at length ended, by his saying, in a faltering voice—"My name is Weymouth: I came hither to obtain information on a subject in which my happiness is deeply concerned."
At the mention of his name I started: it was a name too closely connected with the image of thy brother, not to call up affecting and vivid recollections. Weymouth, thou knowest, was thy brother's friend. It is three years since this man left America, during which time no tidings had been heard of him, at least by thy brother. He had now returned, and was probably unacquainted with the fate of his friend.
After an anxious pause, he continued:—"Since my arrival I have heard of an event which has, on many accounts, given me the deepest sorrow: I loved Waldegrave, and know not any person in the world whose life was dearer to me than his: there were considerations, however, which made it more precious to me than the life of one whose merits might be greater:—with his life, my own existence and property were, I have reason to think, inseparably united.
​"On my return to my country, after a long absence, I made immediate enquiries after him: I was informed of his untimely death. 1 had questions of infinite moment to my happiness to decide with regard to the state and disposition of his property: I sought out those of his friends who had maintained with them the most frequent and confidential intercourse; but they could not afford me any satisfaction: at length I was informed that a young man of your name, and living in this district, had enjoyed more of his affection and society than any other—had regulated the property which he left behind, and was best qualified to afford the intelligence which I sought. You, it seems, are this person, and of you I must make enquiries, to which I conjure you to return sincere and explicit answers."
"That," said I, "I shall find no difficulty in doing: whatever questions you shall think proper to ask, I will answer with readiness and truth."
"What kind of property, and to what amount, was your friend possessed of at his death?"
"It was money; and consisted of deposits in the bank of North America. The amount was little short of eight thousand dollars."
"On whom has this property devolved?"
"His sister was his only relation; and she is now in possession of it."
"Did he leave any will by which he directed the disposition of his property?"
"While thus speaking, Weymouth fixed his eyes upon my countenance, and seemed anxious to pierce into my inmost soul. I was somewhat surprised at his questions, but much more at the manner in which they were put. I answered him, however, without delay—"He left no will; nor was any paper discovered by which we could guess at his intentions: no doubt, indeed, had he made a will, his sister would have been placed precisely in the same condition in which she now is: he was not only bound to her by the strongest ties of kindred, but by affection and gratitude."
Weymouth now withdrew his eyes from my face, and sunk into a mournful reverie: he sighed often and deeply. ​This deportment, and the strain of his enquiries, excited much surprise. His interest in the fate of Waldegrave ought to have made the information he had received, a. source of satisfaction rather than of regret. The pr0perty which Waldegrave left was much greater than his mode of life and his own professions had given us reason to expect; but it was no more than sufficient to ensure to thee an adequate subsistence: it ascertained the happiness of those who were dearest to Waldegrave, and placed them for ever beyond the reach of that poverty which had hitherto beset them. I made no attempt to interrupt the silence, but prepared to answer any new interrogatory. At length Weymouth resumed.
"Waldegrave was a fortunate man to amass so considerable a sum in so short a time; I remember when we parted he was poor. He used to lament that his scrupulous integrity precluded him from all the common roads to wealth: he did not contemn riches, but he set the highest value upon competence; and imagined that he was doomed for ever to poverty. His religious duty compelled him to seek his livelihood by teaching a school of blacks. The labour was disproportioned to his feeble constitution, and the profit was greatly disproportioned to the labour; it scarcely supplied the necessities of nature, and was reduced sometimes even below that standard by his frequent indisposition. I rejoice to find that his scruples had somewhat relaxed their force, and that he had betaken himself to some more profitable occupation. Pray, what was his new way of business?"
"Nay," said I, "his scruples continued as rigid in this respect as ever; he was teacher of the negro free-school when he died."
"Indeed I how then came he to amass so much money? Could he blend any more lucrative pursuit with his duty as a schoolmaster?"
"So it seems."
"What was his pursuit?"
"That question, I believe, none of his friends are qualified to answer. I thought myself acquainted with the most secret transactions of his life, but this had been carefully ​concealed from me; I was not only unapprised of any other employment of his time, but had not the slightest suspicion of his possessing any property besides his clothes and books. Ransacking his papers, with a different view, I lighted on his bank book, in which was a regular receipt for 7500 dollars. By what means he acquired this money, and even the acquisition of it, till his death put us in possession of his papers, was wholly unknown to us."
"Possibly he might have held it in trust for another; in this case some memorandums or letters would be found explaining this affair."
"True: this supposition could not fail to occur, in consequence of which, the most diligent search was made among his papers; but no shred or scrap was to be found which countenanced our conjecture."
"You may reasonably be surprised, and perhaps offended," said Weymouth, "at these enquiries; but it is time to explain my motives for making them. Three years ago, I was, like Waldegrave, indigent, and earned my bread by daily labour. During seven years' service in a public office, I saved from the expenses of subsistence a few hundred dollars: I determined to strike into a new path, and with this sum to lay the foundation of better fortune. I turned it into a bulky commodity, freighted and loaded a small vessel, and went with it to Barcelona in Spain. I was not unsuccessful in my projects; and changing my abode to England, France, and Germany, according as my interest required, I became finally possessed of sufficient for the supply of all my wants. I then resolved to return to my native country, and laying out my money in land, to spend the rest of my days in the luxury and quiet of an opulent farmer. For this end I invested the greatest part of my property in a cargo of wine from Madeira; the remainder I turned into a bill of exchange for 7500 dollars. I had maintained a friendly correspondence with Waldegrave during my absence; there was no one with whom I had lived on terms of so much intimacy, and had boundless confidence in his integrity: to him therefore I determined to transmit this bill, requesting him to take the money into safe keeping until my return. In this manner I endeavoured to provide ​against the accidents that might befall my person or my cargo in crossing the ocean.
"It was my fate to encounter the worst of these disasters. We were overtaken by a storm; my vessel was driven ashore on the coast of Portugal; my cargo was utterly lost; and the greater part of the crew and passengers were drowned: I was rescued from the same fate by some fishermen. In consequence of the hardships to which I had been exposed, having laboured for several days at the pumps, and spent the greater part of a winter night hanging from the rigging of the ship, and perpetually beaten by the waves, I contracted a severe disease, which bereaved me of the use of my limbs. The fishermen who rescued me, carried me to their huts; and there I remained three weeks helpless and miserable.
"That part of the coast on which I was thrown, was in the highest degree sterile and rude; its few inhabitants subsisted precariously on the produce of the ocean. Their dwellings were of mud, low, filthy, dark, and comfortless; their fuel was the stalks of shrubs, sparingly scattered over a sandy desert; their poverty scarcely allowed them salt and black bread with their fish, which was obtained in unequal and sometimes insufficient quantities, and which they eat with all its impurities and half cooked.
"My former habits as well as my present indisposition, required very different treatment from what the ignorance and penury of these people obliged them to bestow. I lay upon the moist earth, imperfectly sheltered from the sky, and with neither raiment nor fire to keep me warm. My hosts had little attention or compassion to spare to the wants of others. They could not remove me to a more hospitable district; and here, without doubt, I should have perished, had not a monk chanced to visit their hovels. He belonged to a convent of St. Jago, some leagues farther from the shore, who used to send one of its members annually to inspect the religious concerns of these outcasts. Happily this was the period of their visitations.
"My abode in Spain had made me somewhat conversant with its language: the dialect of this monk did not so much differ from Castilian but that, with the assistance of Latin, ​we were able to converse. The jargon of the fishermen was unintelligible, and they had vainly endeavoured to keep up my spirits by informing me of this expected visit.
"This monk was touched with compassion at my calamity, and speedily provided the means of my removal to his convent. Here I was charitably entertained, and the aid of a physician was procured for me. He was but poorly skilled in his profession, and rather confirmed than alleviated my disease. The Portuguese of his trade, especially in remoter districts, are little more than dealers in talismans and nostrums. For a long time I was unable to leave my pallet, and had no prospect before me but that of consuming my days in the gloom of this cloister.
"All the members of this convent, but he who had been my first benefactor, and whose name was Chaledro, were bigoted and sordid. Their chief motive for treating me with kindness was the hope of obtaining a convert from heresy: they spared no pains to subdue my errors, and were willing to prolong my imprisonment, in the hope of finally gaining their end. Had my fate been governed by these, I should have been immured in this convent, and compelled either to adopt their fanatical creed, or to put an end to my own life, in order to escape their well-meant persecutions. Chaledro, however, though no less sincere in his faith and urgent in his entreaties, yet finding me invincible, exerted his influence to obtain my liberty.
"After many delays and strenuous exertions of my friend, they consented to remove me to Oporto. The journey was to be performed in an open cart over a mountainous country, in the heats of summer. The monks endeavoured to dissuade me from the enterprise for my own sake, it being scarcely possible that one in my feeble state should survive a journey like this; but I despaired of improving my condition by other means: I preferred death to the imprisonment of a Portuguese monastery, and knew that I could hope for no alleviation of my disease but from the skill of Scottish or French physicians, whom I expected to meet with in that city. I adhered to my purpose with so much vehemence and obstinacy, that they finally yielded to my wishes.
​"My road lay through the wildest and most rugged districts,' it did not exceed ninety miles, but seven days were consumed on the way. The motion of the vehicle racked me with the keenest pangs, and my attendants concluded that every stage would be my last. They had been selected without due regard to their characters: they were knavish and inhuman, and omitted nothing, but actual violence, to hasten my death: they purposely retarded the journey, and protracted to seven what might have been readily performed in four days: they neglected to execute the orders which they had received respecting my lodging and provisions; and from them, as well as from the peasants, who were sure to be informed that I was a heretic, I suffered every species of insult and injury. My constitution as well as my frame possessed a fund of strength of which I had no previous conception. In spite of hardship and exposure and abstinence, I at last arrived at Oporto.
"Instead of being carried, agreeably to Chaledro's direction, to a convent of St. Jago, I was left, late in the evening, in the porch of a common hospital. My attendants, having laid me on the pavement, and loaded me with imprecations, left me to obtain admission by my own efforts. I passed the livelong night on this spot, and in the morning was received into the house, in a state which left it uncertain whether I was alive or dead.
"After recovering my sensibility, I made various efforts to procure a visit from some English merchant: this was no easy undertaking for one in my deplorable condition; I was too weak to articulate my words distinctly, and these words were rendered by my foreign accent scarcely intelligible: the likelihood of my speedy death made the people about me more indifferent to my wants and petitions.
"I will not dwell upon my repeated disappointments, but content myself with mentioning that I gained the attention of a French gentleman, whose curiosity brought him to view the hospital; through him I obtained a visit from an English merchant; and finally gained the notice of a person, who formerly resided in America, and of whom I had imperfect knowledge: by their kindness I was removed from the hospital to a private house; a Scottish surgeon was ​summoned to my assistance, and in seven months I was restored to my present state of health.
"At Oporto I embarked in an American ship for New York. I was destitute of all property, and relied for the payment of the debts which I was obliged to contract, as well as for my future subsistence, on my remittance to Waldegrave. I hastened to Philadelphia, and was soon informed that my friend was dead. His death had taken place a long time since my remittance to him; hence this disaster was a subject of regret chiefly on his own account: I entertained no doubt but that my property had been secured, and that either some testamentary directions or some papers had been left behind respecting this affair.
"I sought out those who were formerly our mutual acquaintance: I found that they were wholly strangers to his affairs; they could merely relate some particulars of his singular death, and point out the lodgings which he formerly occupied: hither I forthwith repaired, and discovered that he lived in this house with his sister, disconnected with its other inhabitants. They described his mode of life in terms that showed them to be very imperfectly acquainted with it: it was easy indeed to infer from their aspect and manners, that little sympathy or union could have subsisted between them and their co-tenants; and this inference was confirmed by their insinuations, the growth of prejudice and envy. They told me that Waldegrave's sister had gone to live in the country; but whither, or for how long, she had not condescended to inform them, and they did not care to ask: she was a topping dame, whose notions were much too high for her station; who was more nice than wise, and yet was one who could stoop when it most became her to stand upright. It was no business of theirs, but they could not but mention their suspicions that she had good reasons for leaving the city, and for concealing the place of her retreat: some things were hard to be disguised; they spoke for themselves, and the only way to hinder disagreeable discoveries, was to keep out of sight.
"I was wholly a stranger to Waldegrave's sister—I knew merely that he had such a relation: there was nothing ​therefore to outbalance this unfavourable report, but the apparent malignity and grossness of those who gave it. It was not, however, her character about which I was solicitous, but merely the place where she might be found, and the suitable enquiries respecting her deceased brother, he answered: on this head these people professed utter ignorance, and were either unable or unwilling to direct me to any person in the city who knew more than themselves. After much discourse they at length let fall an intimation that if any one knew her place of retreat, it was probably a country lad, by name Huntly, who lived near the Forks of Delaware. After Waldegrave's death, this lad had paid his sister a visit, and seemed to be admitted on a very confidential footing: she left the house, for the last time, in his company; and he therefore was most likely to know what had become of her.
"The name of Huntly was not totally unknown to me; I myself was born and brought up in the neighbouring township of Chetasco: I had some knowledge of your family; and your name used often to be mentioned by Waldegrave, as that of one who, at a maturer age, would prove himself useful to his country: I determined therefore to apply to you for what information you could give. I designed to visit my father, who lives in Chetasco, and relieve him from that disquiet which his ignorance of my fate could not fail to have inspired: and both these ends could be thus at the same time accomplished.
"Before I left the city I thought it proper to apply to the merchant on whom my bill had been drawn: if this bill had been presented and paid, he had doubtless preserved some record of it; and hence a clue might be afforded, though every other expedient should fail. My usual ill fortune pursued me upon this occasion; for the merchant had lately become insolvent, and to avoid the rage of his creditors, had fled, without leaving any vestige of this or similar transactions behind him. He had, some years since, been an adventurer from Holland, and was suspected to have returned thither.