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Surprising Adventures of Master Charles Summerton

The following is the complete text of Bret Harte's Surprising Adventures of Master Charles Summerton. Our presentation of this story comes from The Works of Bret Harte (1932). The various books, short stories and poems we offer are presented free of charge with absolutely no advertising as a public service from Internet Accuracy Project.


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Surprising Adventures of Master Charles Summerton

SURPRISING ADVENTURES OF MASTER CHARLES SUMMERTON

by Bret Harte


At exactly half-past nine o'clock on the morning of Saturday, August 26th, 1865, Master Charles Summerton, aged five years, disappeared mysteriously from his paternal residence on Folsom Street, San Francisco.

At twenty-five minutes past nine he had been observed, by the butcher, amusing himself by going through that popular youthful exercise known as "turning the crab," a feat in which he was singularly proficient.

At a court of inquiry summarily held in the back parlor at 10.15, Bridget, cook, deposed to have detected him at twenty minutes past nine, in the felonious abstraction of sugar from the pantry, which, by the same token, had she known what was a-comin', she'd have never previnted.

Patsey, a shrill-voiced youth from a neighboring alley, testified to having seen "Chowley" at half-past nine, in front of the butcher's shop round the corner, but as this young gentleman chose to throw out the gratuitous belief that the missing child had been converted into sausages by the butcher, his testimony was received with some caution by the female portion of the court, and with downright scorn and contumely by its masculine members.

But whatever might have been the hour of his departure, it was certain that from half-past ten A. M. until nine P. M., when he was brought home by a policeman, Charles Summerton was missing.

Being naturally of a reticent disposition, he has since resisted, with but one exception, any attempt to wrest from him a statement of his whereabouts during that period.

That exception has been myself.

He has related to me the following in the strictest confidence:
His intention on leaving the doorsteps of his dwelling, was to proceed without delay to Van Dieman's Land, by way of Second and Market streets.

This project was subsequently modified so far as to permit a visit to Otaheite, where Captain Cook was killed.

The outfit for his voyage consisted of two car tickets, five cents in silver, a fishing line, the brass capping of a spool of cotton, which, in his eyes, bore some resemblance to metallic currency, and a Sunday-school library ticket.

His garments, admirably adapted to the exigencies of any climate, were severally, a straw hat with a pink ribbon, a striped shirt, over which a pair of trousers, uncommonly wide in comparison to their length, were buttoned, striped balmoral stockings, which gave his youthful legs something of the appearance of wintergreen candy, and copper-toed shoes with iron heels, capable of striking fire from any flagstone.

This latter quality, Master Charley could not help feeling would be of infinite service to him in the wilds of Van Dieman's Land, which, as pictorially represented in his geography, seemed to be deficient in corner groceries and matches.

Exactly as the clock struck the half-hour, the short legs and straw hat of Master Charles Summerton disappeared around the corner.

He ran rapidly, partly by way of inuring himself to the fatigues of the journey before him, and partly by way of testing his speed with that of a North Beach car which was proceeding in his direction.

The conductor, not being aware of this generous and lofty emulation, and being somewhat concerned at the spectacle of a pair of very short, twinkling legs so far in the rear, stopped his car, and generously assisted the youthful Summerton upon the platform.

From this point a hiatus of several hours' duration occurs in Charles's narrative.

He is under the impression that he "rode out" not only his two tickets, but that he became subsequently indebted to the company for several trips to and from the opposite termini, and that at last, resolutely refusing to give any explanation of his conduct, he was finally ejected, much to his relief, on a street corner.

Although, as he informs us, he felt perfectly satisfied with this arrangement, he was impelled under the circumstances, to hurl after the conductor an opprobrious appellation which he had ascertained from Patsey was the correct thing in such emergencies, and possessed peculiarly exasperating properties.

We now approach a thrilling part of the narrative, before which most of the adventures of the "Boys' Own Book" pale into insignificance.

There are times when the recollection of this adventure causes Master Charles to break out in a cold sweat, and he has several times since its occurrence been awakened by lamentations and outcries in the night season by merely dreaming of it.

On the corner of the street lay several large empty sugar hogsheads.

A few young gentlemen disported themselves therein, armed with sticks, with which they removed the sugar which still adhered to the joints of the staves, and conveyed it to their mouths.

Finding a cask not yet preempted, Master Charles set to work, and for a few moments revelled in a wild saccharine dream, whence he was finally roused by an angry voice and the rapidly retreating footsteps of his comrades.

An ominous sound smote his ear, and the next moment he felt the cask wherein he lay uplifted and set upright against the wall.

He was a prisoner, but as yet undiscovered.

Being satisfied in his mind that hanging was the systematic and legalized penalty for the outrage he had committed, he kept down manfully the cry that rose to his lips.

In a few moments he felt the cask again lifted by a powerful hand, which appeared above him at the edge of his prison, and which he concluded belonged to the ferocious giant Blunderbore, whose features and limbs he had frequently met in colored pictures.

Before he could recover from his astonishment, his cask was placed with several others on a cart, and rapidly driven away.

The ride which ensued, he describes as being fearful in the extreme.

Rolled around like a pill in a box, the agonies which he suffered may be hinted at, not spoken.

Evidences of that protracted struggle were visible in his garments, which were of the consistency of syrup, and his hair, which for several hours, under the treatment of hot water, yielded a thin treacle.

At length the cart stopped on one of the wharves, and the cartman began to unload.

As he tilted over the cask in which Charles lay, an exclamation broke from his lips, and the edge of the cask fell from his hands, sliding its late occupant upon the wharf.

To regain his short legs, and to put the greatest possible distance between himself and the cartman, were his first movements on regaining his liberty.

He did not stop until he reached the corner of Front Street.

Another blank succeeds in this veracious history.

He cannot remember how or when he found himself in front of the circus tent.

He has an indistinct recollection of having passed through a long street of stores which were all closed, and which made him fear that it was Sunday, and that he had spent a miserable night in the sugar cask.

But he remembers hearing the sound of music within the tent, and of creeping on his hands and knees, when no one was looking, until he passed under the canvas.

His description of the wonders contained within that circle; of the terrific feats which were performed by a man on a pole, since practised by him in the back yard; of the horses, one of which was spotted and resembled an animal in his Noah's Ark, hitherto unrecognized and undefined; of the female equestrians, whose dresses could only be equalled in magnificence by the frocks of his sister's doll; of the painted clown, whose jokes excited a merriment, somewhat tinged by an undefined fear, was an effort of language which this pen could but weakly transcribe, and which no quantity of exclamation points could sufficiently illustrate.

He is not quite certain what followed.

He remembers that almost immediately on leaving the circus it became dark, and that he fell asleep, waking up at intervals on the corners of the streets, on front steps, in somebody's arms, and finally in his own bed.

He was not aware of experiencing any regret for his conduct; he does not recall feeling at any time a disposition to go home--he remembers distinctly that he felt hungry.

He has made this disclosure in confidence.

He wishes it to be respected.

He wants to know if you have five cents about you.



~~~~~~~ THE END ~~~~~~~

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