"The boy became quite stiff, and stood like a statue, looking into the ink in the hollow of his hand." — illustration by William Jewett for Collins's "The Moonstone" (4 January 1868)

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"The boy became quite stiff, and stood like a statue, looking into the ink in the hollow of his hand."

Harper & Bros. illustrator William Jewett ("W. J.")

Wood engraving

14.4 cm high by 11.3 cm wide (5 ⅝ by 4 ⅜ inches), framed.

Second regular illustration for Wilkie Collins's The Moonstone: A Romance in Harper's Weekly (4 January 1868), page 5. [Click on the image to enlarge it.]

Scanned image and text by Philip V. Allingham. Image courtesy of the E. J. Pratt Fine Arts Library, University of Toronto, and the Irving K. Barber Learning Centre, UBC.

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Passage Illustrated: The Brahmins and Their Medium

Going round to the terrace, I found three mahogany-coloured Indians, in white linen frocks and trousers, looking up at the house.

The Indians, as I saw on looking closer, had small hand-drums slung in front of them. Behind them stood a little delicate-looking light-haired English boy carrying a bag. I judged the fellows to be strolling conjurors, and the boy with the bag to be carrying the tools of their trade. One of the three, who spoke English and who exhibited, I must own, the most elegant manners, presently informed me that my judgment was right. He requested permission to show his tricks in the presence of the lady of the house.

Now I am not a sour old man. I am generally all for amusement, and the last person in the world to distrust another person because he happens to be a few shades darker than myself. But the best of us have our weaknesses — and my weakness, when I know a family plate-basket to be out on a pantry-table, is to be instantly reminded of that basket by the sight of a strolling stranger whose manners are superior to my own. I accordingly informed the Indian that the lady of the house was out; and I warned him and his party off the premises. He made me a beautiful bow in return; and he and his party went off the premises. On my side, I returned to my beehive chair, and set myself down on the sunny side of the court, and fell (if the truth must be owned), not exactly into a sleep, but into the next best thing to it.

I was roused up by my daughter Penelope running out at me as if the house was on fire. What do you think she wanted? She wanted to have the three Indian jugglers instantly taken up; for this reason, namely, that they knew who was coming from London to visit us, and that they meant some mischief to Mr. Franklin Blake.

Mr. Franklin's name roused me. I opened my eyes, and made my girl explain herself.

It appeared that Penelope had just come from our lodge, where she had been having a gossip with the lodge-keeper's daughter. The two girls had seen the Indians pass out, after I had warned them off, followed by their little boy. Taking it into their heads that the boy was ill-used by the foreigners — for no reason that I could discover, except that he was pretty and delicate-looking — the two girls had stolen along the inner side of the hedge between us and the road, and had watched the proceedings of the foreigners on the outer side. Those proceedings resulted in the performance of the following extraordinary tricks.

They first looked up the road, and down the road, and made sure that they were alone. Then they all three faced about, and stared hard in the direction of our house. Then they jabbered and disputed in their own language, and looked at each other like men in doubt. Then they all turned to their little English boy, as if they expected him to help them. And then the chief Indian, who spoke English, said to the boy, "Hold out your hand."

On hearing those dreadful words, my daughter Penelope said she didn't know what prevented her heart from flying straight out of her. I thought privately that it might have been her stays. All I said, however, was, "You make my flesh creep." (Nota Bene: Women like these little compliments.)

Well, when the Indian said, "Hold out your hand," the boy shrunk back, and shook his head, and said he didn't like it. The Indian, thereupon, asked him (not at all unkindly), whether he would like to be sent back to London, and left where they had found him, sleeping in an empty basket in a market — a hungry, ragged, and forsaken little boy. This, it seems, ended the difficulty. The little chap unwillingly held out his hand. Upon that, the Indian took a bottle from his bosom, and poured out of it some black stuff, like ink, into the palm of the boy's hand. The Indian — first touching the boy's head, and making signs over it in the air — then said, "Look." The boy became quite stiff, and stood like a statue, looking into the ink in the hollow of his hand.

(So far, it seemed to me to be juggling, accompanied by a foolish waste of ink. I was beginning to feel sleepy again, when Penelope's next words stirred me up.)

The Indians looked up the road and down the road once more — and then the chief Indian said these words to the boy; "See the English gentleman from foreign parts."

The boy said, "I see him."

The Indian said, "Is it on the road to this house, and on no other, that the English gentleman will travel to-day?"

The boy said, "It is on the road to this house, and on no other, that the English gentleman will travel to-day." The Indian put a second question — after waiting a little first. He said: "Has the English gentleman got It about him?" ["The Story: First Period — The Loss of the Diamond (1848), The events related by Gabriel Betteredge, house-steward in the service of Julia, Lady Verinder," p. 6]

Commentary: Dissonances between Image and the Textual Passage Realised

In the scene in which the three Brahmins, disguised as itinerant acrobats (jugglers), consult a clairvoyant boy (whom they have picked up in the London slums) the story now shifts from the British siege of Seringapatam, India, in 1799, to a country-house in Yorkshire in 1848. Here the guardians of the Moonstone have apparently tracked the stolen gem, which Franklin Blake carries upon his person as her wicked uncle's birthday present to Rachel, Herncastle's niece. Compare the treatment of this same scene by the later illustrator, F. A. Fraser, The Indian — first touching the boy's head and making signs over it in the air — then said, "Look!" (1890).

Moreover, the American illustrations efface any ideological distance between the reader and the imperial narrative, placing the viewer on the very edge of the murder scene at the siege, witnessing Herncastle with the dripping dagger in his hand. The dying Indian guard falls away from the diamond (now in the dagger’s pommel), a composition that reverses the reverential pose depicted in the chapter head, and strongly suggests that the murder constitutes religious or cultural violation as well as personal assault. Part 1's page layout, which links the Moon God, the crime of murder, and the Indians' start of their search in England, thus suggests a strongly sympathetic attitude to the Indians' quest for the diamond, arguably more so than in the unillustrated novel. In addition, the first page of the Harper's serial introduces more visual perspectives than the letterpress, further complicating the points of view from which we see the cultural expropriation of the diamond. Part 1's letterpress begins with John Herncastle's cousin narrating the siege of Seringapatam (1799) and then shifts to the perspective of Gabriel Betteredge on recent domestic British events (1848). However, the Harper's illustrators provide two additional points of view. First, the image of the Benares shrine lies outside the text's predominantly British perspective, giving us a view that Herncastle's cousin refers to as existing only in "stories" and "traditions" and that situates the American reader at the foot of the Indian shrine at a time before the British presence on the continent. Moving to the right of the page, we get a radically proleptic view of Franklin Blake’s glimpse (narrated to Betteredge in Part 3) of the Indians mesmerizing the English boy in their quest to recover the missing diamond. Finally, in the third illustration, we share the cousin's shocking view of John Herncastle murdering the Indian guard in order to steal the moonstone. Notably, this the only image that shares the narrative perspective of Part 1's letterpress as well as the only illustration accompanied by matching letterpress in the instalment: “The dying Indian sank to his knees, pointed to the dagger in Herncastle's hand, and said, in his native language: 'The Moonstone will have its vengeance yet on you and yours!'" (4 Jan. 1868, p. 5). This illustration, then, sutures the reader into the narrative at the very point at which Free considers that the letterpress creates ideological distance between the reader and the witnessing of imperial crime. — Leighton and Surridge, p. 213.

Although the three East Indians in Fraser's illustration opposite the passage realised carry small drums (much more probable than the miniature military drums in the Harper's Weekly illustration) and wear plain cotton clothes and head-coverings, the gesture of benediction by the central figure betrays their true nature: these are the descendants or successors of the three brahmins whom Colonel John Herncastle murdered in Fraser's first illustration in order to obtain the Moonstone at the Siege of Seringapatam fifty years earlier.

Gabriel Betteredge, the curmudetonly family retainer, skeptically admonishes both Hindu fortune-telling and Ezra Jennings’s medical “experiment” as “hocus-pocus.” Through Betteredge’s contradictions, Collins does not merely criticize the divided consciousness of Victorian England’s moral and social traditionalists, but also sets the stage for the numerous future mystery and detective novels that place a gentlemanly butler, who is privy to everything and everyone by virtue of his job, at their center or as their narrator. Although this narrative voice is cynical, Collins expects that we as readers should interpret the illustration involving the Brahmins with anything but the cynicism of crotchety Betteredge. The old butler regards the trio as disreputable vagabonds, and as (at least, potentially) thieves and charlatans, despite his assertion that he is not in the least racially prejudiced. Thus, the illustrator has created something of a dissonance between the serious image of the Indian trio and the narrator’s satirical comments about them. Knowing that the "It" that the visitor has about him must be the purloined diamond, the reader is more inclined to credit the illustration's version of the Indians — or rather to synthesize the image and Penelope's testimony, while discounting somewhat Betteredge's analysis of the figures and their motives, even if the three Brahmins in this illustration are not perhaps as credible as Fraser's (below).

Relevant images from the 1890 and 1910 Editions

Left: F. A. Fraser's sombre study of the scene outside the Verinder estate in which the Brahmins consult their clairvoyant, The Indian — first touching the boy's head and making signs over it in the air — then said, "Look!" (1890). Centre: A. Pearse's frontispiece which foreshadows the three priests' restraining Godfrey Ablewhite in order to recover the diamond, He felt himself suddenly seized round the neck (1910). Right: William Sharp's full-page ink-and-chalk study of the Indians on the grounds of the Yorkshire estate, The Three Brahmins and the Clairvoyant (uncaptioned, 1946). [Click on the images to enlarge them.]

Related Material

The Moonstone and British India (1857, 1868, and 1876)
Detection and Disruption inside and outside the 'quiet English home' in The Moonstone
George Du Maurier, "Do you think a young lady's advice worth having?" — p. 94.
Illustrations by F. A. Fraser for Wilkie Collins's The Moonstone: A Romance (1890)
Illustrations by John Sloan for Wilkie Collins's The Moonstone: A Romance (1908)
1910 Frontispiece: "He felt himself suddenly seized round the neck." Page 279.
The 1944 Illustrations by William Sharp for Wilkie Collins's The Moonstone
Bibliography for both Primary and Secondary Sources for The Moonstone and British India (1868-2016)
Gallery of Headnote Vignettes by William Jewett for Wilkie Collins's The Moonstone in Harper's Weekly (4 January — 8 August 1868)

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