Brownsmiths Boy - A Romance in a Garden - Page 42/241

The scent was delicious; and as we went past the women, whose busy

fingers were all hard at work, Old Brownsmith stopped where another man

kept taking up so many bunches of the roses in each hand and then diving

his head and shoulders into a great oblong basket, leaving the roses at

the bottom as he came out, and seized a piece of chalk and made a mark

upon a slate.

"Give him the slate, Ike," said Old Brownsmith. "He'll tally 'em off

for you now. Look here, Grant, you keep account on the slate how many

bunches are put in each barge, and how many barges are filled."

"Yes, sir," I said, taking the slate and chalk with trembling fingers,

for I felt flushed and excited.

"This is the way--you put down a stroke like that for every dozen, and

one like that for a barge. Do you see?"

"Yes, sir," I said, "I can do that; but when am I to put down a barge?"

"When it's full, of course, and covered in--lidded up."

"But shall we fill a barge to-night, sir?"

"Well, I hope so--a good many," said Old Brownsmith. "Will he go down

to the river with me to show me where, sir?"

"River!--show you what, my boy?"

"The barges we are to fill, sir."

"Whoo-oop!"

It was Ike made this peculiar noise. It answered in him for a laugh.

Then he dived down into the great oblong basket and stopped there.

"You don't know what a barge is," said Old Brownsmith kindly.

"Oh yes, sir, I do!" I replied.

"Not one of our barges, my lad," he said, laying his hand upon my

shoulder. "We call these large baskets barges. You'll soon pick up the

names. There, go on."

I at once began to keep count of the bunches, Old Brownsmith seeming to

take no farther notice of me, while Ike the packer kept on laying in

dozen after dozen, once or twice pretending to lay them in and bringing

the bunches out again, as if to balk me, but all in a grim serious way,

as if it was part of his work.

I was so busy and excited that I hardly had time to enjoy the sweet

scent of the flowers in that cool, soft pit; but in a short time I was

so far accustomed that I had an eye for the men bringing in fresh

supplies, just cut, and for the women who, working at rough benches,

were so cleverly laying the buds in a half-moon shape between their

fingers and thumbs, the flowers being laid flat upon the bench. Then a

second row was laid upon the first, a piece of wet matting was rapidly

twisted round, tied, and the stalks cut off regularly with one pressure

of the knife.