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1My father's family name being Pirrip, and my Christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing
2longer or more explicit than Pip. So, I called myself Pip, and came to be called Pip. I give Pirrip as my father's
3family name, on the authority of his tombstone and my sister,--Mrs. Joe Gargery, who married the blacksmith. As I never
4saw my father or my mother, and never saw any likeness of either of them (for their days were long before the days of
5photographs), my first fancies regarding what they were like were unreasonably derived from their tombstones. The shape
6of the letters on my father's, gave me an odd idea that he was a square, stout, dark man, with curly black hair. From
7the character and turn of the inscription, "Also Georgiana Wife of the Above," I drew a childish conclusion that my
8mother was freckled and sickly. To five little stone lozenges, each about a foot and a half long, which were arranged in
9a neat row beside their grave, and were sacred to the memory of five little brothers of mine,--who gave up trying to get
10a living, exceedingly early in that universal struggle,--I am indebted for a belief I religiously entertained that they
11had all been born on their backs with their hands in their trousers-pockets, and had never taken them out in this state
12of existence. Ours was the marsh country, down by the river, within, as the river wound, twenty miles of the sea. My
13first most vivid and broad impression of the identity of things seems to me to have been gained on a memorable raw
14afternoon towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain that this bleak place overgrown with nettles was the
15churchyard; and that Philip Pirrip, late of this parish, and also Georgiana wife of the above, were dead and buried; and
16that Alexander, Bartholomew, Abraham, Tobias, and Roger, infant children of the aforesaid, were also dead and buried;
17and that the dark flat wilderness beyond the churchyard, intersected with dikes and mounds and gates, with scattered
18cattle feeding on it, was the marshes; and that the low leaden line beyond was the river; and that the distant savage
19lair from which the wind was rushing was the sea; and that the small bundle of shivers growing afraid of it all and
20beginning to cry, was Pip. "Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, as a man started up from among the graves at the
21side of the church porch. "Keep still, you little devil, or I'll cut your throat!" A fearful man, all in coarse grey,
22with a great iron on his leg. A man with no hat, and with broken shoes, and with an old rag tied round his head. A man
23who had been soaked in water, and smothered in mud, and lamed by stones, and cut by flints, and stung by nettles, and
24torn by briars; who limped, and shivered, and glared, and growled; and whose teeth chattered in his head as he seized me
25by the chin. "Oh! Don't cut my throat, sir," I pleaded in terror. "Pray don't do it, sir." "Tell us your name!" said the
26man. "Quick!" "Pip, sir." "Once more," said the man, staring at me. "Give it mouth!" "Pip. Pip, sir." "Show us where you
27live," said the man. "Pint out the place!" I pointed to where our village lay, on the flat in-shore among the
28alder-trees and pollards, a mile or more from the church. The man, after looking at me for a moment, turned me upside
29down, and emptied my pockets. There was nothing in them but a piece of bread. When the church came to itself,--for he
30was so sudden and strong that he made it go head over heels before me, and I saw the steeple under my feet,--when the
31church came to itself, I say, I was seated on a high tombstone, trembling while he ate the bread ravenously.
32[Illustration] "You young dog," said the man, licking his lips, "what fat cheeks you ha' got." I believe they were fat,
33though I was at that time undersized for my years, and not strong. "Darn me if I couldn't eat 'em," said the man, with a
34threatening shake of his head, "and if I han't half a mind to't!" I earnestly expressed my hope that he wouldn't, and
35held tighter to the tombstone on which he had put me; partly, to keep myself upon it; partly, to keep myself from
36crying. "Now lookee here!" said the man. "Where's your mother?" "There, sir!" said I. He started, made a short run, and
37stopped and looked over his shoulder. "There, sir!" I timidly explained. "Also Georgiana. That's my mother." "Oh!" said
38he, coming back. "And is that your father alonger your mother?" "Yes, sir," said I; "him too; late of this parish."
39"Ha!" he muttered then, considering. "Who d'ye live with,--supposin' you're kindly let to live, which I han't made up my
40mind about?" "My sister, sir,--Mrs. Joe Gargery,--wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith, sir." "Blacksmith, eh?" said he.
41And looked down at his leg. After darkly looking at his leg and me several times, he came closer to my tombstone, took
42me by both arms, and tilted me back as far as he could hold me; so that his eyes looked most powerfully down into mine,
43and mine looked most helplessly up into his. "Now lookee here," he said, "the question being whether you're to be let to
44live. You know what a file is?" "Yes, sir." "And you know what wittles is?" "Yes, sir." After each question he tilted me
45over a little more, so as to give me a greater sense of helplessness and danger. "You get me a file." He tilted me
46again. "And you get me wittles." He tilted me again. "You bring 'em both to me." He tilted me again. "Or I'll have your
47heart and liver out." He tilted me again. I was dreadfully frightened, and so giddy that I clung to him with both hands,
48and said, "If you would kindly please to let me keep upright, sir, perhaps I shouldn't be sick, and perhaps I could
49attend more." He gave me a most tremendous dip and roll, so that the church jumped over its own weathercock. Then, he
50held me by the arms, in an upright position on the top of the stone, and went on in these fearful terms:-- "You bring
51me, to-morrow morning early, that file and them wittles. You bring the lot to me, at that old Battery over yonder. You
52do it, and you never dare to say a word or dare to make a sign concerning your having seen such a person as me, or any
53person sumever, and you shall be let to live. You fail, or you go from my words in any partickler, no matter how small
54it is, and your heart and your liver shall be tore out, roasted, and ate. Now, I ain't alone, as you may think I am.
55There's a young man hid with me, in comparison with which young man I am a Angel. That young man hears the words I
56speak. That young man has a secret way pecooliar to himself, of getting at a boy, and at his heart, and at his liver. It
57is in wain for a boy to attempt to hide himself from that young man. A boy may lock his door, may be warm in bed, may
58tuck himself up, may draw the clothes over his head, may think himself comfortable and safe, but that young man will
59softly creep and creep his way to him and tear him open. I am a keeping that young man from harming of you at the
60present moment, with great difficulty. I find it wery hard to hold that young man off of your inside. Now, what do you
61say?" I said that I would get him the file, and I would get him what broken bits of food I could, and I would come to
62him at the Battery, early in the morning. "Say Lord strike you dead if you don't!" said the man. I said so, and he took
63me down. "Now," he pursued, "you remember what you've undertook, and you remember that young man, and you get home!"
64"Goo-good night, sir," I faltered. "Much of that!" said he, glancing about him over the cold wet flat. "I wish I was a
65frog. Or a eel!"
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