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Novels, stories, sketches, and poems of Thomas Nelson Page (vol. 1) Page, Thomas Nelson, 1853-1922. 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b92-230-31280747v1 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. Novels, stories, sketches, and poems of Thomas Nelson Page (vol. 1) Page, Thomas Nelson, 1853-1922. C. Scribner's sons, New York : 1906-18. 18 v. : ill., (part col.) col. plates, ports., maps (part folded) ; 20 cm. Coleman I. In ole Virginia ; II. The burial of the guns ; III. On Newfound River ; IV-V. Red Rock; a chronicle of reconstruction ; VI-VII. Gordon Keith ; VIII. The old gentleman of the black stock. Santa Claus's partner ; IX. Bred in the bone ; X. Pastime stories. Poems ; XI. Two little Confederates. Among the camps. Two prisoners ; XII. The old South; essays social and political ; XIII. The Old Dominion, her making and her manners ; XIV. Under the crust. Tommy Trot's visit to Santa Claus ; XV-XVI. John Marvel, assistant ; XVII-XVIII. Robert E. Lee, man and soldier. Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1994. 3 microfilm reels ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-20317) ; SOL MN04803-4805 KUK) Printing Master B92-230. Reel 4803 (v. 1-6) ; reel 4804 (v. 7-12) ; reel 4805 (v. 13-18) IMLS This electronic text file was created by Optical Character Recognition (OCR). No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. 77--' e NIll 1 -- This page in the original text is blank. This page in the original text is blank. - THE NOVELS, STORIES, SKETCHES AND POEMS OF THOMAS NELSON PAGE , IN OLE VIRGINIA CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS NEWYORK, + + + + 1906 I Copyright, 1887, 1892, 1896, 1906, by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS All Rights Reserved TO MY PEOPLE THIS FRAGMENTARY RECORD OF THEIR LIFE IS DEDICATED This page in the original text is blank. INTRODUCTION TO THE PLANTATION EDITION THE publication of a uniform edition gives a writer by immemorial usage the opportunity to address to the public an Introduction. That the author of these works has this coveted op- portunity would seem to him to be due to his good fortune in selecting for his subject a phase of life which held in itself a certain element of interest: the old Plantation life of the South. And if his work has any value, it is owing to his having been fortunate enough to preserve in some sort a picture of a civilization which, once having sweetened the life of the South, has since then well-nigh perished from the earth. Some protest has been made against the writer's habit of picturing such old-fashioned ladies and gentlemen as appear in his pages, but inasmuch as they belonged to the life he has endeavored to preserve, he is not responsible vii INTRODUCTION for their creation, but only for their portraiture. They in their day must certainly have pleaded guilty to the charge of being old-fashioned, for they belonged to a time when men treated women chivalrously and women relied on men impli- citly, when success bore no relation to wealth, and when the seventh commandment was not deemed a proper subject for conversation in mixed company. The author is not vain enough to imagine that any personal experiwce of his could interest the general public, or even that limited public which may take the trouble to glance at this introduc- tion; but as his stories of the old Southern life have been taken as a reasonably fair picture of that life, he ventures to tell how they came to be written. In the first place, the writer's home was on an old Virginia plantation in the county of Hanover, within sound of the guns of battles in three great campaigns in which not less than three hundred thousand men fell, and during his boyhood and youth the recollection of the great viii INTRODUCTION Civil War was the most vital thing within his knowledge. In the autumn of 1880 a letter was shown him which had been taken from the pocket of a dead private in a Georgia regiment on one of the battle-fields around Richmond. It was written in an illiterate hand on coarse blue Con- federate paper, and was from a young girl in Georgia to her sweetheart. In it she told him that she had discovered since he left home that she loved him, and that she did not know why she had been so cruel to him before he went away; that, in fact, she had loved him ever since they had gone to school together in the little school-house in the woods, when he had been so good to her; and that now if lie would get a fur- lough and come home she would marry him. This was all, except, of course, a postscript. As if fearful that such a temptation might prove too much even for the man she loved, across the blue Confederate paper were scrawled these words: " Don't come without a furlough; for if you don't come honorable, I won't marry you. " The date of the letter was not more than two ix INTRODUCTION weeks earlier than that of the battle in which her lover fell, and the natural comment was, " So, he got his furlough through a bullet." This idea took possession of me, and in about ten days I had written "Marse Chan." This story was promptly accepted, but was not pub- lished until something over three years after- wards. It was then followed by the other stories in "In Ole Virginia," and later by the remaining tales in this edition. In bringing together these writings it has seemed best to rearrange the various stories so as to place those together which tell of the same period and manner of life, in the hope that when taken together they may present a more com- plete picture of the life they undertake to por- tray than when scattered throughout the several volumes. Thus, while no hard-and-fast rule has been followed, and while the writer's first book, "In Ole Virginia," has been assigned its proper place at the head of the list, through the others runs a sort of sequence, which, it is hoped, may help to give the reader some idea of the social x INTRODUCTION life of the old South when it was somewhat dis- tinctive, and of the changes which war and war's bastard offspring, Reconstruction, have brought about. The writer feels that he may without impro- priety claim that with his devotion for the South, whose life he has tried faithfully to portray, and his pride in the Union, which he has rejoiced to see fully restored in his time, he has never wit- tingly written a line which he did not hope might tend to bring about a better understand- ing between the North and the South, and fin- ally lead to a more perfect Union. To the magazine editors I offer my frank acknowledgments for much consideration and many useful suggestions. But for the maga- zines the literary men of my generation would scarcely have found a public, and at least one of them would probably never have found it. To the critics I make my best bow. Being but mortal, all correction for the present seemeth grievous to me. In other words, all adverse criticism makes me angry at first; but on reflec. xi INTRODUCTION tion I, for the most part, become satisfied that I have been treated quite as well as I deserve, and I frankly affirm that if I had to review a basket- ful of books every week, it would have to be a much better book than I can write which I would not condemn to perpetual flame. With some of my acquaintances on the other side of the water, the relation of author and publisher has been not unlike that of the pit and the orchestra in the old Dublin theatre, when in a general row one friend is said to have called to another, who was about to fling the "trom- bone" out of a window, not to waste him, but to kill a fiddler with him. My own relation with the publisher class there has not been exceptional. The first edition of "In Ole Virginia" there appeared with a flam- ing picture of "Marse Chan" in a Federal uni- form, clasping in his arms the Union flag: a situation not wholly borne out by the story. In this country my personal experience has been quite different. According to Sir Peter Teazle, "We live in a damned wicked world, Xii INTRODUCTION and the fewer we praise the better." But I am unwilling to close this word to the Public, with whom I have had dealings for now over twenty years, without recording my obligations to Messrs. Charles and Arthur Scribner, who had the courage to back an unknown young writer twenty years ago, and have by their kindness, liberality, and wisdom since then uniformly helped him in so many ways that the business relation has long been quite eclipsed by that of a delightful friendship. Tuos. NELSON PAGE. August 11, 1906. xI. This page in the original text is blank. CONTENTS PAGE INTRODUCTION TO THE PLANTATION EDITION . . vii MARSE CHAN. A TALE OF OLD VIRGINIA . . . . 3 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'.- A PLANTATION ECHO.. . ........ 49 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR . . 97- OLE 'STRACTED . ........ . . . . 171 "NO HAID PAWN" ....... . .. . 199 POLLY: A CHRISTMAS RECOLLECTION . 231 This page in the original text is blank. ILLUSTRATIONS PORTRAIT OF THOMAS NELSON PAGE . .. .. . Frontispiece From a photograph by Davis & Sanford FACING PAGE " NOW, SAM, FROM DIS TIME YOU BELONG TO YO' YOUNG MARSE CHANNIN ....... .... .. . 8 Drawn by W. T. Smedley. " NEM MINE,- HE SAID. "I COMIN' RIGHT DOWN IN DE SUM- MER TO BUY YOU BACK ............ . . . 192 Drawn by A. B. Frost. This page in the original text is blank. NOTE THE dialect of the negroes of Eastern Virginia differs totally from that of the Southern negroes, and in some material points from that of those located farther west. The elision is so constant that it is impossible to produce the exact sound, and in some cases it has been found necessary to subordinate the phonetic arrangement to intelligibility. The following rules may, however, aid the reader: The final consonant is rarely sounded. Adverbs, prepositions, and short words are frequently slighted, as is the possessive. The letter r is not usually rolled except when used as a substitute for th, but is pro- nounced ah. For instance, the following is a fair representation of the peculiarities cited: The sentence, "It was curious, he said, he wanted to go into the other army," would sound: " 'Twuz cu-yus,. he say, he wan'(t) (to) go in(to) 'turr ah-my." This page in the original text is blank. MARSE CHAN A TALE OF OLD VIRGINIA This page in the original text is blank. MARSE CHIAN A TALE OF OLD VIRGINIA ONE afternoon, in the autumn of 1872, I was r iding leisurely down the sandy road that winds along the top of the water-shed between two of the smaller rivers of eastern Virginia. The road I was travelling, following " the ridge " for miles, had just struck me as most signifi- cant of the character of the race whose only avenue of communication with the outside world it had formerly been. Their once splendid mansions, now fast falling to decay, appeared to view from time to time, set back far from the road, in proud seclusion, among groves of oak and hickory, now scarlet and gold with the early frost. Distance was nothing to this people; time was of no consequence to them. They desired but a level path in life, and that they had, though the way was longer, and the outer world strode by them as they dreamed. I was aroused from my reflections by hearing 3 IN OLE VIRGINIA some one ahead of me calling, " Ileah !-heah- whoo-oop, heahl" Turning the curve in the road, I saw just before me a negro standing, with a hoe and a watering-pot in his hand. He had evidently just gotten over the " worm-fence " into the road, out of the path which led zigzag across the "old field" and was lost to sight in the dense growth of sassafras. When I rode up, he was looking anxiously back down this path for his dog. So engrossed was he that he did not even hear my horse, and I reined in to wait until he should turn around and satisfy my curiosity as to the handsome old place half a mile off from the road. The numerous out-buildings and the large barns and stables told that it had once been the seat of wealth, and the wild waste of sassafras that covered the broad fields gave it an air of desolation that greatly excited my interest. Entirely oblivious of my proximity, the negro went on calling "Whoo-oop, heah!" until along the path, walking very slowly and with great dignity, appeared a noble-looking old orange and white setter, gray with age, and corpulent with excessive feeding. As soon as he came in sight, his master began: 4 MARSE CHAN "Yes, dat you! You gittin' deaf as well as bline, I s 'pose! Kyarnt heah me callin', I reckon Whyn't yo' come on, dawg e" The setter sauntered slowly up to the fence and stopped, without even deigning a look at the speaker, who immediately proceeded to take the rails down, talking meanwhile: "Now, I got to pull down de gap, I s'pose! Yo' so sp'ilt yo' kyahn hardly walk. Jes' ez able to git over it as I is! Jes'like white folks- think 'cuz you's white and I's black, I got to wait on yo' all de time. Ne'in mine, I ain' gwi' do it!" The fence having been pulled down sufficiently low to suit Ilis dogship, he marched sedately through, and, with a hardly perceptible lateral movement of his tail, walked on down the road. Putting up the rails carefully, the negro turned and saw me. " Sarvent, marster, " he said, taking his hat off. Then, as if apologetically for having permitted a stranger to witness what was merely a family affair, he added: "He know I don' mean nothin' by what I sez. He 's Marse Chan s dawg, an' he's so ole he kyahn git long no pearter. He know I'se jes' prodjickin' wid 'im.'' 5 IN OLE VIRGINIA "Who is Marse Chan e" I asked; "and whose place is that over there, and the one a mile or two back-the place with the big gate and the carved stone pillars " "Marse Chan," said the darky, "he's Marse Channin '-my young marster; an' dem places- dis one's Weall's, an' de one back dyar wid de rock gate-pos 's is ole Cun '1 Chahmb 'lin 's. Dey don' nobody live dyar now, 'cep' niggers. Arfter de war some one or nurr bought our place, but his name done kind o' slipped me. I nuver hearn on 'im befo'; I think dey's half-strainers. I don' ax none on 'em no odds. I lives down de road heah, a little piece, an' I jes' steps down of a evenin' and looks arfter de graves." "Well, where is Marse Chan" I asked. "Hi! don' you know Marse Chan, he went in de army. I was wid 'im. Yo' know he warn' gwine an' lef' Sam." "Will you tell me all about it" I said, dis- mounting. Instantly, and as if by instinct, the darky stepped forward and took my bridle. I de- murred a little; but with a bow that would have honored old Sir Roger, he shortened the reins, and taking my horse from me, led him along. "Now tell me about Marse Chan," I said. 6 MARSE CHAN "Lawd, marster, hit's so long ago, I'd a''most forgit all about it, ef I hedn' been wid him ever sence he wuz born. Ez 'tis, I remembers it jes' like 'twuz yistiddy. YTo' know Marse Chan an' me-we wuz boys togerr. I wuz older'n he wuz, jes' de same ez he wuz whiter'n me. I wuz born plantin' corn time, de spring arfter big .Jim an' de six steers got washed away at de upper ford right down dyar b 'low de quarters ez lie wuz a bringin' de Chris'mas things home; an' Marse Chan, he warn' born tell mos' to de harves' arfter my sister Nancy married Cun'] Chahmb'lin's Torm, 'bout eight years arfter- woods. "Well, when Marse Chan wuz born, dey wuz de grettes' doin 's at home you ever did see. De folks all hed holiday, jes' like in de Chris'- mas. Ole marster (we didn' call 'im ole marster tell arfter Marster Chan wuz born-befo' dat he wuz jes' de marster, so) -well, ole marster, his face fyar shine wid pleasure, an' all de folks wuz mighty glad, too, 'cause dey all loved ole marster, and aldo' dey did step aroun' right peart when ole marster was lookin' at 'em, dyar warn' nyar han' on de place but what, ef he wanted anythin', would walk up to de back poach, an' say he warn' to see de rnarster. An' 7 IN OLE VIRGINIA ev'ybody wuz talkin' 'bout de young marster, an' de maids an' de wimmens 'bout de kitchen wuz sayin' how 'twuz de purties' chile dey ever see; an' at dinner-time de mens (all on 'em hed holiday) come roun' de poach an' ax how de missis an' de young marster wuz, an' ole mars- ter come out on de poach an' smile wus 'n a 'possum, an' sez, 'Thankee! Bofe doin' fust rate, boys;' an' den he stepped back in de house, sort o' laughin' to hisse'f, an' in a minute he come out ag 'in wid de baby in he arms, all wrapped up in flannens an' things, an' sez, 'Hieah he is, boys.' All de folks den, dey went up on de poach to look at 'im, drappin' dey hats on de steps, an' scrapin' dey feets ez dey went up. An' pres'n'y ole marster, lookin' down at we all chil'en all packed togerr down dyah like a parecel o' sheep-burrs, cotch sight o' me (he knowed my name, 'cause I use' to hole he hoss fur 'im sometimes; but he didn' know all de chile'n by name, dey wuz so many on 'em), an' he sez, 'Come up heah!' So up I goes tippin', skeered like, an' old marster sez, 'Ain' you Mymie 's son ' 'Yass, seh,' sez I. 'Well,' sez he, 'I'm gwine to give you to yo' young Marse Channin' to be his body-servant,' an' he put de baby right in my arms (it's de truth I'm tellin' 8 This page in the original text is blank. This page in the original text is blank. " 'Now, Sam, from dis time you belong to vo' young Marse Channin .' This page in the original text is blank. MARSE CHAN yo'!), an' yo' jes' ought to a-heard de folks sayin', 'Lawd! marster, dat boy '11 drap dat chile!' 'Naw, he won't,' sez marster; 'I kin trust 'in.' And den he sez: 'Now, Sam, from dis time you belong to yo' young Marse Chan- nin'; I wan' you to tek keer on 'im ez long ez he lives. You are to be his boy from dis time. An' now,' he sez, 'carry 'imn in de house.' An' he walks arfter me an' opens de do's fur me, an' I kyars 'im. in my arms, an' lays 'im down on de bed. An' from dat time I was tooken in de house to be Marse Channin's body-servant. "Well, you nuver see a chile grow so. Pres 'n 'y he growed up right big, an' ole marster sez he must have some edication. So he sont 'im to school to ole Miss Lawry down dyar, dis side o' Cun '1 Chahmb 'lin 's, an' I use' to go 'long wid 'im an' tote he books an' we all's snacks; an' when he larnt to read an' spell right good, an' got 'bout so-o big, ole Miss Lawry she died, an' ole marster said he mus' have a man to teach 'im an' trounce 'im. So we all went to Mr. Hall, whar kep' de school-house beyant de creek, an' dyar we went ev'y day, 'cep Sat'd'ys of co'se, an' sich days ez Marse Chan din' warn' go, an' ole missis begged 'im off. "Hit wuz down dyar Marse Chan fust took 9 IN OLE VIRGINIA notice o' Miss Anne. Mr. Hall, he taught gals ez well ez boys, an' Cun'l Chahmb'lin he sont his daughter (dat's Miss Anne I'm talkin' about). She wuz a leetle bit o' gal when she fust come. Yo' see, her ma wuz dead, an' ole Miss Lucy Chahmb'lin, she lived wid her brurr an' kep' house for 'im; an' he wuz so busy wid poli- tics, he didn' have much time to spyar, so he sont Miss Anne to Mr. Hall's by a 'ooman wid a note. When she come dat day in de school- house, an' all de chil'en looked at her so hard, she tu'n right red, an' tried to pull her long curls over her eyes, an' den put bofe de backs of her little han's in her two eyes, an' begin to cry to herse'f. Marse Chan he was settin' on de een' o' de bench nigh de do', an' he jes' reached out an' put he arm roun' her an' drawed her up to 'im. An' he kep' whisperin' to her, an' callin' her name, an' coddlin' her; an' pres 'n 'y she took her han's down an' begin to laugh. "Well, dey 'peared to tek' a gre't fancy to each urr from dat time. Miss Anne she warn' nuthin' but a baby hardly, an' Marse Chan he wuz a good big boy 'bout mos' thirteen years ole, I reckon. Hows'ever, dey sut'n'y wuz sot on each urr an' (yo' heah me!) ole marster an' Cun'1 Chahmb'lin dey 'peared to like it 'bout 10 MARSE CHAN well ez de chil'en. Yo' see, Cun'l Chahmb'lin's place j'ined ourn, an' it looked jes' ez natural fur dem two chil'en to marry an' mek it one plantation, ez it did fur de creek to run down de bottom from our place into Cun'1 Chahmb'- lin's. I don' rightly think de chil'en thought 'bout gittin' married, not den, no mo 'n I thought 'bout marryin' Judy when she wuz a little gal at Cun'l Chahmb'lin's, runnin' 'bout de house, huntin' fur Miss Lucy 's spectacles; but dey wuz good frien's from de start. Marse Chan he use' to kyar Miss Anne's books fur her ev'y day, an' ef de road wuz muddy or she wuz tired, he use' to tote her; an' 'twarn' hardly a day passed dat he didn' kyar her some'n' to school-apples or hick'y nuts, or someu'n. He wouldn' let none o' de chil'en tease her, nurr. Heh! One day, one o' de boys poked he finger at Miss Anne, and arfter school Marse Chan he axed 'im 'roun' hine de school-house out o' sight, an' ef he didn' whop 'im! "Marse Chan, he wuz de peartes' scholar ole Mr. Hall hed, an' Mr. Hall he wuz mighty proud o ' 'im. I don' think he use' to beat 'im ez much ez he did de urrs, aldo' he wuz de head in all debilment dat went on, jes' ez he wuz in sayin' he lessons. 11 IN OLE VIRGINIA "Heh! one day in summer, jes' fo' de school broke up, dyah come up a storm right sudden, an' riz de creek (dat one yo' cross' back yon- der), an' Marse Chan he toted Miss Anne home on he back. He ve 'y off 'n did dat when de parf wuz muddy. But dis day when dey come to de creek, it had done washed all de logs 'way. 'Twuz still mighty high, so Marse Chan he put AMiss Anne down, an' lie took a pole an' waded right in. Hit took 'im long up to de shoulders. Den lie waded back, an' took Miss Anne up on his head an' kyared her right over. At fust she wuz skeered; but lie tol' her he could swim an' wouldn' let her git hu't, an' den she let 'im kyar her 'cross, she hol'in' his han's. I warn' 'long dat day, but le sut'n'y did dat thing. "Ole marster lie wuz so pleased 'bout it, he giv' Marse Chan a pony; an' M-larse Chan rode 'im to school de day arfter lie come, so proud, an' savin' how he wuz gwine to let Anne ride behine 'im; an' when he come home dat evenin' lie wuz walkin'. 'Hi! where 's yo' pony' said ole marster. 'I give 'im to Anne,' says Marse Chan. 'She liked 'im, an'-I kin walk.' 'Yes,' sez ole marster, laughin', 'I s 'pose you's already done giv' her yo'se'f, an' nex' thing I know you'll be givin' her this plantation and all my niggers.' 12 MARSE CHAN "Well, about a fortnight or sich a matter arfter dat, Cun'l Chahmb'uin sont over an' in- vited all o ' we all over to dinner, an' Marse Chan wuz 'spressly named in de note whar Ned brought; an' arfter dinner he made ole Phil, whar wuz his ker'ige-driver, bring roun' Marso Chan's pony wid a little side-saddle on 'im, an' a beautiful little hoss wid a bran'-new saddle an' bridle on 'im; an ' he gits up an' meks Marse Chan a gre't speech, an' presents 'im de little hoss; an' den he calls Miss Anne, an' she comes out on de poach in a little ridin' frock, an' dey puts her on her pony, an' M'arse Chan mounts his hoss, an' dey goes to ride, while de grown folks is a-laughin' an' chattin' an' smokin' dey cigars. "Dem wuz good ole times, marster-de bes' Sam ever see! Dey wuz, in fac'! Niggers didn' hed nothin' 't all to do-jes' hed to 'ten' to de feedin' an' cleanin' de hosses, an' doin' what de marster tell 'em to do; an' when dey wuz sick, dey had things sont 'em out de house, an' de same doctor come to see 'em whar 'ten' to de white folks when dey wuz po'ly. Dyar warn' no trouble nor nothin'. "Well, things tuk a change arfter dat. Marse Chan he went to de bo'din' school, whar he use' to write to me constant. Ole missis use' to read 13 IN OLE VIRGINIA me de letters, an' den I'd git Miss Anne to read 'em ag'in to me when I'd see her. He use' to write to her too, an' she use' to write to him too. Den Miss Anne she wuz sont off to school too. An' in de summer time dey'd bofe come home, an' yo' hardly knowed whether Marse Chan lived at home or over at Cun'l Cihahmb'lin's. He wuz over dyah constant. 'Twuz always ridin' or fishin' down dyah in de river; or some- times he' go over dyah, an' 'im an' she'd go out an' set in de yard onder de trees; she settin' up mekin' out she wuz knittin' some sort o' bright-cullored some'n', wid de grarss growin' all up 'g'inst her, an' her hat th'owed back on her neck, an' he readin' to her out books; an' sometimes dey'd bofe read out de same book, fust one an' den todder. I use' to see 'em! Dat wuz when dey wuz growin' up like. "Den ole marster he run for Congress, an' ole Cun '1 Chahmb 'lin he wuz put up to run 'g'inst ole marster by de Dimicrats; but ole marster he beat 'im. Yo' know he wuz gwine do dat! Co 'se he wuz! Dat made ole Cun 'I Chahmb'lin mighty mad, and dey stopt visitin' each urr reg'lar, like dey had been doin' all 'long. Den Cun'l Chahmb'lin he sort o' got in debt, an' sell some o' he niggers, an' dat's de 14 MARSE CHAN way de fuss begun. Dat's whar de lawsuit cum from. Ole marster he didn' like nobody to sell niggers, an' knowin' dat Cun'1 Chahmb'liun wuz sellin' o' his, he writ an' offered to buy his M 'ria an' all her chil 'en, 'cause she hed married our Zeek'yel. An' don' yo' think, Cun'1 Chahmb'lin axed ole marster mo' 'n th'ee nig- gers wuz wuth fur M'ria! Befo' old marster bought her, dough, de sheriff cumi an' levelled on W'ria an' a whole parecel o' urr niggers. Ole marster he went to de sale, an' bid for 'em; but Cun'l Chahmb'lin he got some one to bid 'g'inst ole marster. Dey wuz knocked out to ole marster dough, an' den dey hed a big lawsuit, an' ole marster wuz agwine to co't, off an' on, fur some years, till at lars' de co 't decided dat W 'ra belonged to ole marster. Ole Cun '1 Chahmb'lin den wuz so mad he sued ole marster for a little strip o' lan' down dyah on de line fence, whar lhe said belonged to 'ini. Evy'body knowed hit belonged to ole marster. Ef yo' go down dyah now, I kin show it to yo', inside de line fence, whar it hed done bin ever since long befo' Cun'l Chahmb'lin wuz born. But Cun'1 Chahmb 'lin wuz a mons 'us perseverin' man, an' ole marster he wouldn' let nobody run over 'imI. No, dat he wouldn'! So dey wuz agwine down 15 IN OLE VIRGINIA to co 't about dat, fur I don' know how long, till ole marster beat 'im. " All dis time, yo' know, Marse Chan wuz agoin' back'ads an' for'ads to college, an' wuz growed up a ve'y fine young man. He wuz a ve'y likely gent'man! Miss Anne she lied done mos' growed up too-wuz puttin' her hyar up like ole missis use' to put hers up, an' 'twuz jes' ez bright ez de sorrel's mane when de sun cotch on it, an' her eyes wuz gre 't big dark eyes, like her pa's, on'y bigger an' not so fierce, an' 'twarn' none o' de young ladies ez purty ez she wuz. She an' Marse Chan still set a heap o' sto' by one 'nurr, but I don' think dey wuz easy wid each urr ez when he used to tote her home from school on his back. Marse Chan he use' to love de ve'y groun' she walked on, dough, in my 'pinion. Heh! His face 'twould light up whenever she come into chu 'ch, or anywhere, jes' like de sun hed come th'oo a chink on it suddenly. "Den' ole marster lost he eyes. D' yo' ever heah 'bout dat Heish! Didn' yo' Well, one night de big barn cotch fire. De stables, yo' know, wuz under de big barn, an' all de hosses wuz in dyah. Hit 'peared to me like 'twarn' no time befo' all de folks an' de neighbors dey 16 MARSE CHAN come, an' dey wuz a-totin' water, an' a-tryin' to save de po' critters, and dey got a heap on 'em out; but de ker'ige-hosses dey wouldn' come out, an' dey wuz a-runnin' back'ads an' for'ads inside de stalls, a-nikerin' an' a-screamin', like dey knowed dey time hed come. Yo' could heah 'em so pitiful, an' pres'n'y old marster said to Ham Fisher (he wuz de ker'ige-driver), 'Go in dyah an' try to save 'em; don' let 'em bu'n to death.' An' Ham he went right in. An' jest arfter he got in, de shed whar it lied fus' coteh fell in, an' de sparks shot 'way up in de air; an' Ham didn' come back, an' de fire begun to lick out under de eaves over whar de ker'ige hosses' stalls wuz, an' all of a sudden ole marster tu 'ned an' kissed ole missis, who wuz standin' nigh him, wid her face jes' ez white ez a sperit's, an', befo' anybody knowed what he wuz gwine do, jumped right in de do', an' de smoke come po 'in' out behine 'im. Well, seh, I nuver 'spects to heah tell Judgment sich a soun' ez de folks set up! Ole missis she jes' drapt down on her knees in de mud an' prayed out loud. Hit 'peared like her pra 'r wuz heard; for in a minit, right out de same do', kyarin' Ham Fisher in his arms, come ole marster, wid his elo 's all blazin'. Dey flung water on 'im, an' put 'im 17 IN OLE VIRGINIA out; an', ef you b 'lieve me, yo' wouldn' a-knowed 'twuz ole inarster. Yo' see, he hed find Ham Fisher done fall down in de smoke right by the ker'ige-hoss' stalls, whar he sont him, an' he hed to tote 'im back in his arms th'oo de fire what lied done cotch de front part o' de stable, and to keep de flame from gittin' down Ham Fisher's th'ote he hed tuk off his own hat and mashed it all over Ham Fisher's face, an' he lied kep' Ham Fisher from bein' so much bu'nt; but he wuz bu'nt dreadful! His beard an' hyar wuz all nyawed off, an' his face an' han's an' neck wuz scorified terrible. Well, lie jes' laid Ham Fisher down, an' then he kind o' staggered for'ad, an' ole missis ketch' 'im in her arms. Ham Fisber, he warn' bu'nt so bad, an' he got out in a month to two; an' arfter a long time, ole marster he got well, too; but he wuz always stone blind arfter that. He nuver could see none from dat night. "Marse Chan he comed home from college toreckly, an' he sut'n'y did nuss ole marster faithful-jes' like a 'ooman. Den he took charge of de plantation arfter dat; an' I use' to wait on 'im jes' like when we wuz boys togedder; an' sometimes we'd slip off an' have a fox-hunt, an' he'd be jes' like he wuz in ole times, befo' 18 M.ARSE CHAN ole marster got bline, an' Miss Anne Chahmb 'lin stopt comin' over to our house, an' settin' onder de trees, readin' out de same book. "He sut'n'y wuz good to me. Nothin' nuver made no diffunce 'bout dat. He nuver hit me a lick in his life-an' nuver let nobody else do it, nurr. "I 'members one day, when he wuz a leetle bit o' boy, ole marster hed done tole we all chil'en not to slide on de straw-stacks; an' one day me an' Marse Chan thought ole marster hed done gone 'way from home. We watched him git on he hoss an' ride up de road out o' sight, an' we wuz out in de field a-slidin' an' a-slidin', when up comes ole marster. AVe started to run; but he lied done see us, an' he called us to come back; an' sich a whuppin' ez he did gi' us! "Fust he took Marse Chan, an' den lie teched ine up. He nuver hu't me, but in co'se I wuz a-hollerin' ez hard ez I could stave it, 'cause I knowed dat wuz gwine mek him stop. -Marse Chan he hed'n open lie mouf long ez ole marster wuz tunin' 'im; but soon ez he commence warm- in' me an' I begin to holler, Marse Chan lie bu 'st out cryin', an' stept right in befo' ole mars- ter an' ketchin' de whup, sed: 19 IN OLE VIRGINIA 'Stop, seh! Yo' sha'n't whup 'im; he b'longs to me, an' ef you hit 'im another lick I'll set 'im free!' "I wish yo' hed see ole marster. Marse Chan he warn' mo'n eight years ole, an' dyah dey wuz-old marster stan'in' wid he whup raised up, an' Marse Chan red an' cryin', hol'in' on to it, an' sayin' I b'longst to 'im. " Ole marster, he raise' de whup, an' den he drapt it, an' broke out in a smile over he face, an' he chuck' Marse Chan onder de chin, an' tu 'n right roun' an' went away, laughin' to hisse 'f, an' I heah 'im tellin' ole missis dat evenin', an' laughin' 'bout it. " 'Twan' so mighty long arfter dat when dey fust got to talkin ' 'bout de war. Dey wuz a-dic- tatin' back'ads an' for'ads 'bout it fur two or th'ee years 'fo' it come sho' nuff, you know. Ole marster, he was a Whig, an' of co'se Marse Chan he tuk after he pa. Cun'l Chahmb'lin, he wuz a Dimicrat. He wuz in favor of de war, an' ole marster and Marse Chan dey wuz agin' it. Dey wuz a-talkin' 'bout it all de time, an' purty soon Cun '1 Chahmb 'lin he went about ev 'vywhar speakin' an' noratin' 'bout Ferginia ought to secede; an' Marse Chan he wuz picked up to talk agin' 'im. Dat wuz de way dey come 20 MARSE CHAN to fight de duil. I sut'n'y wuz skeered fur Marse Chan dat mawnin', an'he was jes' ez cool! Yo' see, it happen so: Marse Chan he wuz a-speakin' down at de Deep Creek Tavern, an' he kind o' got de bes' of ole Cun'l Chahmnb'lin. All de white folks laughed an' hoorawed, an' ole Cun'l Chahmb 'lin-my Lawd! I t 'ought he 'd 'a' bu 'st, he was so mad. Well, when it come to his time to speak, lie jes' light into Marse Chan. He call 'im a traitor, an' a ab'litionis', an' I don' know 'what all. Marse Chan, lie jes' kep' cool till de ole Cun'l light into he pa. Ez soon ez he name ole marster, I seen MKarse Chan sort o' lif' up he head. D' yo' ever see a hoss rar he head up right sudden at night when he see somethin' comin' to'ds 'im from de side an' he don' know what 'tis Ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin he went right on. He said ole marster hed taught Marse Chan; dat ole marster wuz a wuss ab'litionis' dan he son. I looked at Marse Chan, an' sez to myse 'f: 'Fo' Gord! old Cun 'l Chahmb 'lin better min ', an' I hedn' got de wuds out, when ole Cun 'l Chahmb'lin 'cuse' old marster o' cheatin' 'im out o' he niggers, an' stealin' piece o' lhe lan'- dat's de lan' I tole you 'bout. W'/ell, sch, nex' thing I knowed, I heahed Marse Chan-hit all happen right 'long togerr, like lightnin' and 21 IN OLE VIRGINIA thunder when they hit right at you-I heah 'im say: " 'un '1 Chahmb 'in, what you say is false, an' yo' know it to be so. You have wilfully slan- dered one of de pures' an' nobles' men Gord ever made, an' nothin' but yo' gray hyars pro- tects you.' "Well, ole Cun '1 Chahmb 'lin, he ra 'd an' he pitch'd. He said he wan' too ole, an' he'd show 'im so. " 'Ve'y well,' says Marse Chan. "De meetin' broke up den. I wuz hol'in' de hosses out dyar in de road by dee een' o' de poach, an' I see Marse Chan talkin' an' talkin ' to Mr. Gordon an' anudder gent'man, and den he come out an' got on de sorrel an' galloped off. Soon ez he got out o' sight he pulled up, an' we walked along tell we come to de road whar leads off to'ds Mr. Barbour's. He wuz de big lawyer o' de country. Dar he tu'ned off. All dis time he hedn' sed a wud, cep' to kind o' mumble to hisse'f now and den. When we got to Mr. Barbour's, he got down an' went in. Dat wuz in de late winter; de folks wuz jes' beginnin' to plough fur corn. He stayed dyar 'bout two hours, an' when he come out Mr. Barbour come out to de gate wid 'im an' shake han's arfter 22 MARSE CHAN he got up in de saddle. Den we all rode off. 'Twuz late den-good dark; an' we rid ez hard ez we could, tell we come to de ole school-house at ole Cun'1 Chahmb'lin's gate. When we got dar, Marse Chan got down an' walked right slow 'roun' de house. After lookin' roun' a little while an' tryin' de do' to see ef it wuz shet, he walked down de road tell he got to de creek. He stop' dyar a little while an' picked up two or three little rocks an' frowed 'em in, an' pres'n'y lie got up an' we come on home. Ez he got down, he tu'ned to me an', rubbin' de sorrel's nose, said: 'Have 'em well fed, Sam; I'll want 'em early in de mawnin'.' "Dat night at supper he laugh an' talk, an' he set at de table a long time. Arfter ole mnars- ter went to bed, he went in de charmber an' set on de bed by 'im talkin' to 'im an' tellin' 'im 'bout de mleetin' an' e 'vything; but he nuver mention ole Cun'1 Chahimb'lin's name. When he got up to come out to de office in de yard, whar he slept, hie stooped down an' kissed 'im jes' like he wuz a baby layin' dyar in de bed, an' he'd hardly let ole missis go at all. I knowed some 'n wuz up, an' nex' mawnin' I called 'im early befo' light, like he tole me, an' he dressed an' come out pres'n'y jes' like he wuz goin' to 23 IN OLE VIRGINIA church. I had de hosses ready, an' we went out de back way to'ds de river. Ez we rode along, he said: II' Sam, you an' I wuz boys togedder, wa 'n 't we' 'Yes, ' sez I, ' Marse Chan, dat we wuz.' " 'You have been ve'y faithful to ime,' sez he, 'an' I have seen to it that you are well pro- vided fur. You want to marry Judy, I know, an' you'll be able to buy her ef you want to.' "Den he toTe me he wuz goin' to fight a duil, an' in case he should git shot, lie had set me free an' giv' me nuff to tek keer o' me an' my wife ez long ez we lived. He said he'd like me to stay an' tek keer o' ole marster an' ole missis ez long ez dey lived, an' he said it wouldn' be very long, he reckoned. Dat wuz de on 'y time he voice broke-when he said dat; an' I couldn' speak a wud, my th'oat choked me so. "When we come to de river, we tu'ned right up de bank, an' arfter ridin' 'bout a mile or sich a matter, we stopped whar dey wuz a little clearin' wid elder bushes on one side an' two big gum-trees on de urr, an' de sky wuz all red, an' de water down to'ds whar the sun wuz comin' wuz jes' like de sky. "Pres'n'y Mr. Gordon he come, wid a 'hog- 24 MARSE CHAN\ any box 'bout so big 'fore 'im, an' lie got down, an' Marse Chan tole me to tek all de bosses an' go 'roun' behine de bushes whar I tell you 'bout -off to one side; an' 'fore I got 'roun' dar, ole Cun'l Chalhmb'Jin an' -Mr. Hennin an' Dr. Call come ridin' from t'urr way, to'ds ole Cun'I Cliahuib'lin's. When dey lbed tied dev hosses, de urr gent'mens went up to whar Mr. Gordon wuz, an' arfter some clbattin' AMr. Hennin step' off 'bout fur ez 'cross dis road, or mebbe it mout be a little furder; an' den I seed 'em th'oo de bushes loadin' de pistils, an' talk a little while; an' den Marse Chan an' ole Cun'1 Chlalhmb'lin walked up wid de pistils in dey han 's, an' Marse Chan he stood wid his face right to'ds de sun. I seen it shine on him jes' ez it come up over de low groun 's, an'lhe look like lbe did sometimes when lie come out of church. I wuz so skeered I couldn' say nothin'. Ole Cun'1 Chabnmb'lin could shoot fust rate, an' Marse Chan he never missed. "I)en I heared Mir. Gordon say, 'Gent'mens, is yo' ready' and bofe of 'em sez, 'Ready,' jes' so. "An' he sez, 'Fire, one, two'-an' ez he said 'one,' ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin raised he pistil an' shot right at Marse Chan. De ball went th'oo 25 IN OLE VIRGINIA his hat. I seen he hat sort o' settle on he head ez de bullit hit it, an' he jes' tilted his pistil up in de a'r an' shot-bang; an' ez de pistil went bang, he sez to Cun'l Chahmb'lin, 'I mek you a present to yo' fam'ly, seh!' "Well, dey had some talkin' arfter dat. I didn't git rightly what it wuz; but it 'peared like Cun'l Chahmb'lin he warn't satisfied, an' wanted to have anurr shot. De seconds dey wuz talkin', an' pres'n'y dey put de pistils up, an' Marse Chan an' Mr. Gordon shook han's wid Mr. Hennin an' Dr. Call, an' come an' got on dey hosses. An' Cun'l Chahmb'lin he got on his horse an' rode away wid de urr gent'mens, lookin' like he did de day befo' when all de people laughed at 'im. "I b 'lieve ole Cun '1 Chahmb 'lin wan' to shoot Marse Chan, anyway! "We come on home to breakfast, I totin' de box wid de pistils befo' me on de roan. Would you b'lieve me, seh, Marse Chan he nuver said a wud 'bout it to ole marster or nobody. Ole missis didn' fin' out 'bout it for nio'n a month, an' den, Lawd! how she did cry and kiss Marse Chan; an' ole marster, aldo' he never say much, he wuz jes' ez please' ez ole missis. He call me in de room an' made me tole 'im all 'bout it, 26 MARSE CHAN an' when I got tl'oo he gi' me five dollars an' a pyar of breeches. "But ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin he nuver did fur- give Marse Chan, an' Miss Anne she got mad too. Wimmens is mons 'us onreasonable nohow. Dey's jes' like a catfish: you can n' tek hole on 'em like udder folks, an' when you gits 'm yo' can n' always hole 'em. "What meks me think so Heaps o' things -dis: Marse Chan he done gi' Miss Anne her pa jes' ez good ez I gi' Marse Chan's dawg sweet 'taters, an' she git mad wid 'im ez if lie bed kill 'im 'stid o' sen'in' 'im back to her dat mawnin' whole an' soun'. B 'lieve me! she wouldn' even speak to him arfter dat! "Don' I 'member dat mawnin'! "We wuz gwine fox-huntin', 'bout six weeks or sich a matter after de duil, an' we met Miss Anne ridin' 'long wid anurr lady an' two gent'- mens whar wuz stayin' at her Louse. Dyar wuz always some one or nun, dyar co 'ting her. Well, dat mawnin' we meet 'em right in de road. 'Twuz de fust time Marse Chan had see her sence de duil, an' he raises he hat ez he pahss, an' she looks right at 'im wid her head up in de yair like she nuver see 'im befo' in her born days; an' when she comes by me, she sez, 'Good- 27 IN OLE VIRGINIA mawnin', Sam!' Gord! I nuver see nuthin' like de look dat come on Marse Chan 's face when she pahss 'im like dat. He gi' de sorrel a pull dat fotch 'im back settin' down in de san' on he hanches. He ve'y lips wuz white. I tried to keep up wid 'im, but 'twarn' no use. He sont me back home pres'n'y, an' he rid on. I sez to myself, 'Cun '1 Chahmb 'lin, don' yo' meet Marse Chan dis mawnin'. He ain' bin lookin' 'roun' de ole school-house, whar he an' Miss Anne use' to go to school to ole Mr. Hall together, fur nuffin'. He won' stan' no prodjickin' to-day.' "Hle nuver come home dat night tell 'way late, an' ef he'd been fox-huntin' it mus' ha' been de ole red whar lives down in de greenscum mashes he 'd been chasin'. De way de sorrel wuz gormed up wid sweat an' mire sut'n'y did hu't me. He walked up to de stable wid he head down all de way, an' I'se seen 'im go eighty miles of a winter day, an' prance into de stable at night ez fresh ez if he hed jes' cantered over to ole Cun'1 Chahmb'lin's to supper. I nuver seen a hoss beat so sence I knowed de fetlock from de fo'lock, an' bad ez he wuz he wan' ez bad ez Marse Chan. "AWthew! he didn' git over dat thing, seh-he nuver did git over it. 28 MARSE CHAN "De war come dn jes' den, an Marse Chan wuz elected cap 'n; but he wouldn' tek it. He said Firginia hadn' seceded, an' he wuz gwine stan' by her. Den dey 'lected Mr. Gordon cap 'n. "I sut'n'y did wan' Marse Chan to tek de place, cuz I knowed he wuz gwine tek me wid 'im. He wan' gwine widout Sam. An' beside, he look so po' an' thin, I thought he wuz gwine die. "Of co'se, ole missis she heared 'bout it, an' she met Miss Anne in de road, an' cut her jes' like Miss Anne cut Marse Chan. "Ole missis, she wuz proud ez anybody! So we wuz mo' strangers dan ef we hadn' live' in a hundred miles of each urr. An' Marse Chan he wuz gittin' thinner an' thinner, an' Firginia she come out, an' den Marse Chan lhe went to Richmond an' listed, an' come back an' sey he wuz a private, an' he didn' know whe'r he could tek me or not. He writ to Mr. Gordon, hows'ever, an' 'twuz 'cided dat when he went I wuz to go 'long an' wait on him an' de cap'n too. I didn' min' dat, yo' know, long ez I could go wid Marse Chan, an' I like' Mr. Gordon, anyways. " Well, one night Marse Chan come back from de offis wid a telegram dat say, 'Come at once,' 29 IN OLE VIRGINIA so he wuz to start nex' mawnin'. He uniform wuz all ready, gray wid yaller trimmin's, an' mine wuz ready too, an' he had ole marster's sword, whar de State gi' 'im in de Mexikin war; an' he trunks wuz all packed wid ev'rything in 'em, an' my chist was packed too, an' Jim Rasher he druv 'em over to de depo' in de wag- gin, an' we wuz to start nex' mawnin' 'bout light. Dis wuz 'bout de las' o' spring, you know. Dat night ole missis made Marse Chan dress up in he uniform, an' he sut'n'y did look splendid, wid he long mustache an' he wavin' hyar an' he tall figger. "Arfter supper he come down an' sez: 'Sam, I wan' you to tek dis note an' kyar it over to Cun '1 Chahmb 'lin 's, an' gi' it to Miss Anne wid yo' own han's, an' bring me wud what she sez. Don' let any one know 'bout it, or know why you've gone. ' 'Yes, seh,' sez I. "Yo' see, I knowed Miss Anne's maid over at ole Cun'l Chahmb'lins-dat wuz Judy whar is my wife now-an' I knowed I could wuk it. So I tuk de roan an' rid over, an' tied 'im down de hill in de cedars, an' I wen' 'roun' to de back yard. 'Twuz a right blowy sort o' night; de moon wuz jes' risin', but de clouds wuz so big it didn' shine 'cep' th'oo a crack now an' 30 MARSE (CHAN den. I soon foun' my gal, an' arfter tellin' her two or three lies 'bout herse'f, I got her to go in an' ax Miss Anne to come to de do'. When she come, I gi' her de note, an' arfter a little while she bro 't me anurr, an' I tole her good-by, an' she gi' me a dollar, an' I come home an' gi' de letter to Marse Chan. He read it, an' tole me to have de hosses ready at twenty minits to twelve at de corner of de garden. An' jes' befo' dat lie come out ez ef lie wuz gwine to bed, but instid he come, an' we all struck out to'ds Cun'1 Chahmb'lin's. When we got mos' to de gate, de hosses got sort o' skeered, an' I see dey wuz some 'n or somebody standin' jes' inside; an' Marse Chan lie jumpt off de sorrel an' flung me de bridle an' he walked up. "She spoke fust ('twuz Miss Anne had done come out dvar to meet Marse Chan), an' she sez, jes' ez cold ez a clhill, 'Well, seh, I granted your favor. I wished to relieve myse'f of de obliga- tions you placed me under a few months ago, when you made me a present of my father, whom you fust insulted an' then prevented from gittin' satisfaction.' "Marse Chan he didn' speak fur a minit, an' den he said: 'Who is with you' (Dat wuz ev'y wud.) 31 IN OLE VIRGINIA 'No one,' sez she; 'I came alone.' " 'My God!' sez he, 'you didn' come all through those woods by yourse'f at this time o' night' "'Yes, I'm not afraid,' sez she. (An' heah dis nigger! I don' b'lieve she wuz.) "De moon come out, an' I cotch sight o' her stan'in' dyar in her white dress, wid de cloak she had wrapped herse'f up in drapped off on de groun', an' she didn' look like she wuz 'feared o' nuthin'. She wuz mons'us purty ez she stood dyar wid de green bushes behine her, an' she hed jes' a few flowers in her breas'- right hyah-and some leaves in her sorrel hyar; an' de moon come out an' shined down on her hyar an' her frock, an' 'peared like de light wuz jes' stan'in' off it ez she stood dyar lookin' at Marse Chan wid her head tho'd back, jes' like dat mawnin' when she pahss Marse Chan in de road widout speakin' to 'im, an sez to me, 'Good-mawnin', Sam.' "Marse Chan, he den tole her he hed come to say good-by to her, ez he wuz gwine 'way to de war nex' mawnin'. I wuz watchin' on her, an' I tho 't, when Marse Chan tole her dat, she sort o' started an' looked up at 'im like she wuz mighty sorry, an' 'peared like she didn' stan' 32 MARSE CHAN quite so straight arfter dat. Den Marse ChIan he went on talkin' right fars' to her; an' hle tole her how he had loved her ever sence she wuz a little bit o' baby mos', an' how he nuver 'membered de time when he hedn' 'spected to marry her. He tole her it wuz his love for her dat lied made 'im stan' fust at school an' collige, an' hed kep' 'im good an' pure; an' now he wuz gwine 'way, wouldn' she let it be like 'twuz in ole times, an' ef lie come back from de war wouldn' she try to think on him ez she use' to do when she wuz a little guirl "Marse Chan lie had done been talkin' so serious, he hed done tuk Miss Anne's han', an' wuz lookin' down in her face like he wuz list 'nin' wid his eyes. "Arfter a minit Miss Anne she said some- thin', an' Marse Chan he coteh her urr han' an' sez: 'But if you love me, Anne ' "When he said dat, she tu'ned her head 'way from 'im, an' wait' a minit, an' den she said- right clear: " 'But I don' love yo'.' (Jes' demn th'ee wuds!) De wuds fall right slow-like dirt falls out a spade on a coffin when yo's buryin' any- body, an' seys, 'Uth to uth.' Marse Clan he jes' 33 IN OLE VIRGINIA let her hand drap, an' lie stiddy hisse'f 'g'inst de gate-pos', an' he didn' speak torekly. When he did speak, all he sez wuz: " 'I mus' see you home safe.' "I 'clar, marster, I didn' know 'twuz Marse Chan 's voice tell I look at 'im right good. Well, she wouldn' let 'im go wid her. She jes' wrap' her cloak 'roun' her shoulders, an' wen' 'long back by herse'f, widout doin' more'n jes' look up once at Marse Chan leanin' dyah 'g'inst de gate-pos' in he sodger co 's, wid lie eyes on de groun'. She said 'Good-by' sort o' sorf, an' Marse Chan, widout lookin' up, shake han's wid her, an' she wuz done gone down de road. Soon ez she got 'mos' 'roun' de curve, -Marse Chan he followed her, keepin' under de trees so ez not to be seen, an' I led de hosses on down de road behine 'im. He kep' 'long behine her tell she wuz safe in de house, an' den he come an' got on he hoss, an' we all come home. "Nex' mawnin' we all come off to j'ine de army. An' dey wuz a-drillin' an' a-drillin' all 'bout for a while an' dey went 'long wid all de res' o' de army, an' I went wid Marse Chan an' clean he boots, an' look arfter de tent, an' tek keer o' him an' de hosses. An' Marse Chan, he wan' a bit like he use' to be. He wuz so 34 MARSE CHAN solumn an' moanful all de time, at leas' 'cep' when dyah wuz gwine to be a fight. Den he'd peartin' up, an' he alwuz rode at de head o' de company, 'cause lie wuz tall; an' hit wan' on'v in battles whar all his company wuz dat he went, but he use' to volunteer whenever de cun '1 wanted anybody to fine out anytlhin', an ' 'twuz so dangersome he didn' like to mek one man go no sooner 'n anurr, yo' know, an' ax'd who 'd volun- teer. He 'peared to like to go prowlin' aroun' 'mong dem Yankees, an' he use' to tek mne wid 'im whenever he could. Yes, seh, lie sut'n'y wuz a good sodger! He didn' mine bullets no more'n he did so many draps o' rain. But I use' to be pow'ful skeered sometimes. It jes' use' to 'pear like fun to 'im. In camp he use' to be so sorrerful he'd hardly open lie mouf. You'd 'a' tho't he wuz seekin', he used to look so moanful; but jes' le' 'im git into danger, an' he use' to be like ole times--jolly an' laughin' like when he wuz a boy. "NWhen Cap 'n Gordon got he leg shot off, dey mek Marse Chan cap'n on de spot, 'cause one o' de lieutenants got kilt de same day, an' turr one (named Mr. Ronny) wan' no 'count, an' all de company said Marse Chan wuz de man. 35 IN OLE VIRGINIA "An' Marse Chan he wuz jes' de same. He didn' never mention Miss Anne's name, but I knowed he wuz thinkin' on her constant. One night he wuz settin' by de fire in camp, an' Mr. Ronny-he wuz de secon' lieutenant-got to talkin ' 'bout ladies, an' he say all sorts o' things 'bout 'em, an' I see Marse Chan kinder lookin' mad; an' de lieutenant mention Miss Anne 's name. He hed been courtin' Miss Anne 'bout de time Marse Chan fit de duil wid her pa, an' Miss Anne hed kicked 'im, dough he wuz mighty rich, 'cause he warn' nuthin' but a half-strainer, an ''cause she like Marse Chan, I believe, dough she didn' speak to 'im; an' Mr. Ronny he got drunk, an' 'cause Cun'l Chahmb'lin tole 'im not to come dyah no more, he got mighty mad. An' dat evenin' I 'se tellin' yo ' 'bout, he wuz talkin', an' he mention' Miss Anne 's name. I see Marse Chan tu'n he eye 'roun' on 'im an' keep it on he face, and pres'n'y Mr. Ronny said he wuz gwine hev some fun dyah yit. He didn' men- tion her name dat time; but lie said dey wuz all on 'em a parecel of stuck-up 'risticrats, an' her pa wan' no gent'man anyway, an' I don' know what he wuz gwine say (he nuver said it), fur ez he got dat far Marse Chan riz up an' hit 'im a crack, an' he fall like he hed been hit 36 MARSE CHAN wid a fence-rail. He challenged Marse Chan to fight a duil, an' Marse Chan he excepted de challenge, an' dey wuz gwine fight; but some on 'em tole 'im Marse Chan wan' gwine mek a present o' him to his fam 'ly, an' he got somebody to bre 'k up de duil; twan' nuthin' dough, but he wuz 'fred to fight Marse Chan. An' purty soon he lef' de comp 'ny. "Well, I got one o' de gent'mens to write Judy a letter for me, an' I tole her all 'bout de fight, an' how Marse Chan knock Mr. Ronny over fur speakin' discontemptuous o' Cun '1 Chahimb 'lin, an' I tole her how Marse Chan wuz a-dyin' fur love o' Miss Anne. An' Judy she gits Miss Anne to read de letter fur her. Den Miss Anne she tells her pa, an'-you mind, Judy tells me all dis arfterwards, an' she say when Cun'1 Chahmb'lin hear 'bout it, he wuz settin' on de poach, an' he set still a good while, an' den lie sey to hisse'f: 'Well, he earn' he'p bein' a Whig.' "An' den he gits up an' walks up to Miss Anne an' looks at her right hard; an' Miss Anne she hed done tu 'n away her haid an' wuz makin' out she wuz fixin' a rose-bush 'g'inst de poach; an' when her pa kep' lookin' at her, her face 37 IN OLE VIRGINIA got jes' de color o' de roses on de bush, and pres'n'y her pa sez: 'Anne!' "An' she tu'ned roun', an' he sez: " ' Do yo' want 'im' "An' she sez, 'Yes,' an' put her head on he shoulder an' begin to cry; an' he sez: " 'Well, I won' stan' between yo' no longer. Write to 'im an' say so.' "We didn' know nuthin' 'bout dis den. We wuz a-fightin' an' a-fightin' all dat time; an' come one day a letter to Marse Chan, an' I see 'im start to read it in his tent, an' he face hit look so cu 'ious, an' he han's trembled so I couldn' mek out what wuz de matter wid 'im. An' he fol' de letter up an' wen' out an' wen' way down 'hine de camp, an' stayed dyah 'bout nigh an hour. Well, seh, I wuz on de lookout for 'im when he come back, an', fo' Gord, ef he face didn' shine like a angel 's! I say to mvse 'f, '-Um'm! ef de glory o' Gord ain' done shine on 'im!' An' what yo ' 'spose 'twuz "He tuk me wid 'im dat evenin', an' he tell me he bed done git a letter from Miss Anne, an' Marse Chan he eyes look like gre't big stars, an' he face wuz jes' like 'twuz dat mawnin' when de sun riz up over de low groun', an' I 38 MARSE CHAN see 'im stan'in' dyah wid de pistil in he han', lookin' at it, an' not knowin' but what it mout be de lars' time, an' he done mek up he mine not to shoot ole Cun '1 Chahmb 'in fur Miss Anne's sake, what writ 'im de letter. "He fol' de letter wha' was in his han' up, an' put it in he inside pocket-right dyar on de lef' side; an' den he tole me he tho't mebbe we wuz gwine hev some warm wuk in de nex' two or th'ee days, an' arfter dat ef Gord speared 'im he'd git a leave o' absence fur a few days, an' we'd go home. "Well, dat night de orders come, an' we all hed to git over to'ds Romney; an' we rid all night till 'bout light; an' we halted right on a little creek, an' we stayed dyah till mos' break- fas' time, an' I see Marse Chan set down on de groun' 'ine a bush an' read dat letter over an' over. I watch 'im, an' de battle wuz a-goin' on, but we had orders to stay 'hine de hill, an' ev'y now an' den de bullets would cut de limbs o' de trees right over us, an' one o' dem big shells what goes 'A whar-ahlia-a wvhar!' would fall right 'mong us; but Marse Chan he didn' mine it no mo 'n nuthin'! Den it 'peared to git closer an' thicker, and Marse Chan he calls me, an' I crep' up, an' he sez: 39 IN OLE VIRGINIA " 'Sam, we 'se goin' to win in dis battle, an' den we '11 go home an ' git married; an' I 'se goin' home wid a star on my collar.' An' den he sez, 'Ef I'm wounded, kyar me home, yo' hear' An' I sez, 'Yes, Marse Chan.' "Well, jes' den dey blowed boots an' saddles, an' we mounted; an' de orders come to ride 'roun' de slope, an' Marse Chan's comp'ny wuz de secon', an' when we got 'roun' dyah, we wuz right in it. Hit wuz de wust place ever dis nigger got in. An' dey said, 'Charge 'em!' an' my king! ef ever you see bullets fly, dey did dat day. Hit wuz jes' like hail; an' we wen' down de slope (I long wid de res') an' up de hill right to 'ds de cannons, an' de fire wuz so strong dyar (dey hed a whole rigiment o' infintrys layin' down dyar onder de cannons) our lines sort o' broke an' stop; de cunn' was kilt, an' I b'lieve dey wuz jes' 'bout to bre'k all to pieces, when AMarse Chan rid up an' cotch hol' de fleg an' hollers, ' Foller me! ' an' rid strainin' up de hill 'mong de cannons. I seen 'im when he went, de sorrel four good lengths ahead o' ev'y urr hoss, jes' like he use' to be in a fox-hunt, an' de whole rigiment right arfter 'im. Yo' ain' nuver hear thunder! Fust thing I knowed, de roan roll' head over heels an' flung me up 'g'inst de bank, 40 MARSE CHAN like yo' chuck a nubbin over 'g'inst de foot o' de corn pile. An dat's what kep' me from bein' kilt, I 'spects. Judy she say she think 'twuz Providence, but I think 'twuz de bank. O' co'se, Providence put de bank dyah, but how come Providence nuver saved Marse Chan When I look' 'roun', de roan wuz layin' dyah by me, stone dead, wid a cannon-ball gone 'mos' th'oo him, an' our men hed done swep' dem on t'urr side from de top o' de hill. 'Twan' mo'n a minit, de sorrel come gallupin' back wid his mane flyin', an' de rein hangin' down on one side to his knee. 'Dyar!' says I, 'fo' Gord! I 'specks dey done kill Marse Chan, an' I prom- ised to tek care on him.' "I jumped up an' run over de bank, an' dyar, wid a whole lot o' dead men, an' some not dead yit, onder one o' de guns wid de fleg still in he han', an' a bullet right th'oo he body, lay Marse Chan. I tu 'n 'im over an' call 'im, 'Marse Chan!' but 'twan' no use, he wuz done gone home, sho' 'nuff. I pick' 'im up in my arms wid de fleg still in he han's, an' toted 'im back jes' like I did dat day when he wuz a baby, an' ole marster gin 'im to me in my arms, an' sez he could trus' me, an' tell me to tek keer on 'irn long ez he lived. I kyar'd 'im 'way off (th 41 IN OLE VIRGINIA battlefiel' out de way o' de balls, an' I laid 'im down onder a big tree till I could git somebody to ketch de sorrel for me. He wuz cotched arfter a while, an' I hed some money, so I got some pine plank an' made a coffin dat evenin', an' wrapt Marse Chan's body up in de fleg, an' put 'im in de coffin; but I didn' nail de top on strong, 'cause I knowed ole missis wan' see 'im; an' I got a' ambulance an' set out for home dat night. We reached dyar de nex' evein', arfter travellin' all dat night an' all nex' day. "Hit 'peared like somethin' hed tole ole missis we wuz comin' so; for when we got home she wuz waitin' for us-done drest up in her best Sun- day-clo 'es, an' stan 'n' at de head o' de big steps, an' ole marster settin' in his big cheer- ez we druv up de hill to'ds de house, I drivin' de ambulance an' de sorrel leadin' 'long behine wid de stirrups crost over de saddle. "She come down to de gate to meet us. We took de coffin out de ambulance an' kyar'd it right into de big parlor wid de pictures in it, whar dey use' to dance in ole times when Marse Chan wuz a school-boy, an' Miss Anne Chahmb '- lin use' to come over, an' go wid ole missis into her chamber an' tek her things off. In dyar we laid de coffin on two o' de cheers, an' ole missis 42 MARSE CHAN nuver said a wud; she jes' looked so ole an' white. "Wlhen I had tell 'em all 'bout it, I tu'ned right 'roun' an' rid over to Cun '1 Chahmb 'fin 's, 'cause I knowed dat wuz what Marse Chan he'd 'a' wanted me to do. I didn' tell nobody whar I wuz gwine, 'cause yo' know none on 'em hadn' nuver speak to Miss Anne, not sence de duil, an' dev didn' know 'bout de letter. "When I rid up in de yard, dyar wuz Miss Anne a-stan'in' on de poach watchin' me ez I rid up. I tied my hoss to de fence, an' walked up de parf. She knowed by de way I walked dyar wuz somethin' de motter, an' she wuz mighty pale. I drapt my cap down on de een' o' de steps an' went up. She nuver opened her mouf; jes' stan' right still an' keep her eyes on my face. Fust, I couldn' speak; den I cotch my voice, an' I say, 'Marse Chan, he done got he furlough.' "Her face was mighty ashy, an' she sort o' shook, but she didn' fall. She tu'ned 'roun' an' said, 'Git me de ker 'ige!' Dat wuz all. "When de ker'ige come 'roun', she hed put on her bonnet, an' wuz ready. Ez she got in, she sey to me, 'Hev yo' brought him home' an' we drove 'long, I ridin' behine. 43 IN OLE VIRGINIA "When we got home, she got oivt, an' walked up de big walk-up to de poach by herse'f. Ole missis hed done fin' de letter in Marse Chan's pocket, wid de love in it, while I wuz 'way, an' she wuz a-waitin' on de poach. Dey sey dat wuz de fust time ole missis cry when she find de letter, an' dat she sut'n'y did cry over it, pintedly. "Well, seh, Miss Anne she walks right up de steps, mos' up to ole missis stan'in' dyar on de poach, an' jes' falls right down mos' to her, on her knees fust, an' den flat on her face right on de flo', ketchin' at ole missis' dress wid her two han's-so. "Ole missis stood for 'bout a minit lookin' down at her, an' den she drapt down on de flo' by her, an' took her in bofe her arms. "I couldn' see, I wuz cryin' so myse'f, an' ev'ybody wuz cryin'. But dey went in arfter a while in de parlor, an' shet de do'; an' I heahd 'em say, Miss Anne she tuk de coffin in her arms an' kissed it, an ' kissed Marse Chan, an' call 'im by his name, an' her darlin', an' ole missis lef' her cryin' in dyar tell some on 'em went in, an' found her done faint on de flo'. "Judy (she's my wife) she tell me she heah Miss Anne when she axed ole missis mout she 44 MARSE CHAN wear mo 'nin' fur 'im. I don' know how dat is; but when we buried 'im nex' day, she wuz de one whar walked arfter de coffin, holdin' ole marster, an' ole missis she walked next to 'em. "Well, we buried Marse Chan dyar in de ole grabeyard, wid de fleg wrapped roun' 'im, an' lie face lookin' like it did dat mnawnin' down in de low groun's, wid de new sun shinin' on it so peaceful. "Miss Anne she nuver went home to stav arfter dat; she stay wid ole marster an' ole mis- sis ez long ez dey lived. Dat warn' so mighty long, 'cause ole marster he died dat fall, when dey wuz fallerin' fur wheat-I had jes ' married Judy den-an' ole missis she warn' long behine him. We buried her by him next summer. Miss Anne she went in de hospitals toreckly arfter ole missis died; an' jes' fo' Richmond fell she come home sick wid de fever. Yo' nuver would 'a' knowed her fur de same ole Miss Anne. Sle wuz light ez a piece o' peth, an' so white, 'cep' her eyes an' her sorrel hyar, an' she kep' on gittin' whiter an' weaker. Judy she sut'n'y did nuss her faithful. But she nuver got no better- ment! De fever an' Marse Chan's bein' kilt hed done strain her, an' she died jes' fo' de folks wuz sot free. 45 IN OLE VIRGINIA "So we buried Miss Anne right by Marse Chan, in a place whar ole missis hed tole us to leave, an' dey's bofe on 'em sleep side by side over in de ole grabeyard at home. "An' will yo' please tell me, marster Dey tells me dat de Bible sey dyar won' be inarryin' nor givin' in marriage in heaven, but I don' b'lieve it signifies dat-does you" I gave him the comfort of my earnest belief in some other interpretation, together with sev- eral spare " eighteen-pences, " as he called them, for which he seemed humbly grateful. And as I rode away I heard him calling across the fence to his wife, who was standing in the door of a small whitewashed cabin, near which we had been standing for some time: "Judy, have Marse Chan's dawg got home" 46 " UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN"' A PLANTATION ECHO This page in the original text is blank. "UNO' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN"' A PLANTATION ECHO "IITELL, suh, dat's a fac-dat's what Marse By George al'ays said. 'Tis hard to spile Christmas anyways. " The speaker was "Une' Edinburg," the driver from Werrowcoke, where I was going to spend Christmas; the time was Christmas Eve, and the place the muddiest road in eastern Vir- ginia-a measure which, I feel sure, will, to those who have any experience, establish its claim to distinction. A half-hour before lie had met me at the sta- tion, the queerest-looking, raggedest old darky conceivable, brandishing a cedar-staffed whip of enormous proportions in one hand, and clutch- ing a calico letter-bag with a twisted string in the other; and with the exception of a brief interval of temporary suspicion on his part, due to the unfortunate fact that my luggage con- 49 IN OLE VIRGINIA sisted of only a hand-satchel instead of a trunk, we had been steadily progressing in mutual esteem. "Dee's a boy standin' by my mules; I got de ker'idge heah for you," had been his first re- mark on my making myself known to him. "Mistis say as how you might bring a trunk. " I at once saw my danger, and muttered some- thing about "a short visit," but this only made matters worse. "Dee don' nobody nuver pay short visits dyah," he said, decisively, and I fell to other tactics. "You couldn' spile Christmas den noways," he repeated, reflectingly, while his little mules trudged knee-deep through the mud. " 'Twuz Christmas den, sho' 'nough, " he added, the fires of memory smouldering, and then, as they blazed into sudden flame, he asserted, posi- tively: " Dese heah free-issue niggers don' know what Christmas is. Hawg meat an' pop crack- ers don' meek Christmas. Hit tecks ole times to meek a sho '- 'nough, tyahin '-down Christmas. Gord! I's seen 'em! But de wuss Christmas I ever seed tunned out de best in de een," he added, with sudden warmth, "an' dat wuz de Christmas me an' Marse George an' Reveller 50 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" all got drownded down at Braxton 's Creek. You's hearn 'bout dat " As he was sitting beside me in solid flesh and blood, and looked as little ethereal in his old hat and patched clothes as an old oak stump would have done, and as Colonel Staunton had made a world-wide reputation when he led his regiment through the Chickahominy thickets against McClellan's intrenchments, I was forced to confess that I had never been so favored, but would like to hear about it now; and with a hitch of the lap blanket under his outside knee, and a supererogatory jerk of the reins, he began: "Well, you know, Marse George was jes' eigh- teen when he went to college. I went wid him, 'cause me an' him wuz de same age; I was born like on a Sat'day in de Christmas, an' he wuz born in de new year on a Chuesday, an' my mammy nussed us bofe at one breast. Dat's de reason maybe hucco-ne we took so to one nu rr. He sutney set a heap o' sto' b yme; an' I 'aim' nuver see nobody yit wuz good to me as Marse George. " The old fellow, after a short reverie, went on: "Well, we growed up togerr, jes as to say two stalks in one hill. We cotch ole hyahs togerr, an' we hunted 'possums togerr, an' 'coons. 51 IN OLE VIRGINIA Lord! he wuz a climber! I 'member a fight he had one night up in de ve'y top of a big poplar tree wid a 'coon, whar he done gone up after, an' he flung he hat over he head; an' do' de varmint leetle mo' tyah him all to pieces, he fotch him down dat tree 'live; an' me an' him had him at Christmas. 'Coon meat mighty good when dee fat, you know" As this was a direct request for my judgment, I did not have the moral courage to raise an issue, although my views on the subject of 'coon meat are well known to my family; so I grunted something which I doubt not lie took for assent, and he proceeded: "Dee warn' nuttin he didn' lead de row in; he wuz de bes' swimmer I ever see, an' he handled a skiff same as a fish handle hieself. An' I wuz wid him constant; wharever you see Marse George, dyah Edinburg sho', jes'like lie shadow. So twuz, when he went to de university; 'twarn' nuttin would do but I got to go too. Marster he didn' teek much to de notion, but Marse George wouldn' have it no urr way, an' co'se mnistis she teck he side. So I went 'long as he body-servant to teck keer on him an' help meek him a gen- t'man. An' he wuz, too. From time he got dyal tell he cum 'way he wuz de head man. 52 " UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN ' " "Dee warn' but one man dyah didn' compli- ment him, an' dat wuz Mr. Darker. But he warn' nuttin! not dat he didn' come o' right good fambly-'cep' dee politics; but he wuz sut- ney pitted, jes' like sometimes you see a weevly runty pig in a right good litter. Well, 'Mr. Darker he al'ays 'ginst Marse George; he hate me an him bofe, an' he sutney act mischeevous todes us; 'cause he know he warn' as we all. De Stauntons dee wuz de popularitiest folks in Vir- ginia; an' dee wuz high-larnt besides. So when Marse George run for de medal, an' wuz to meek he gret speech, Mr. Darker lie speak 'ginst him. Dat's what Marse George whip him 'bout. Ain' nobody nuver told you 'bout dat " I again avowed my misfortune; and although it manifestly aroused new doubts, he worked it off on the mules, and once more took up his story: " Well, you know, dee had been speakin ' 'ginst one nurr ev'y Sat'dy night; and ev'ybody knowed Marse George wuz de bes' speaker, but dee give him one mo' sho', an' dee was bofe gwine spread deeselves, an' dee wuz two urr gent 'mens also gwine speak. An' dat night when Mr. Darker got up he meek sich a fine speech ev 'ybody wuz s 'prised; an' some on 'em 53 IN OLE VIRGINIA say Mr. Darker done beat Marse George. But shuh! I know better'n dat; an' Marse George face look so curious; but, sub, when he riz I knowed der wuz somen gwine happen-I wuz leanin' in de winder. He jes step out in front an' throwed up he head like a horse wid a rank kyurb on him, and den lie begin; an' twuz jes like de river when hit gits out he bank. He swep' ev'ything. When he fust open he mouf I knowed twuz comin'; he face wuz pale, an' he wuds tremble like a fiddle-string, but he eyes wuz blazin', an' in a minute he wuz jes reshin'. He voice soun' like a bell; an' he jes wallered dat turr man, an' wared him out; an' when he set down dee all yelled an' hollered so you couldn' heah you' ears. Gent'mans, twuz royal! "Den dee tuck de vote, an' Marse George got it munanimous, an' dee all hollered agin, all 'cep' a few o' Mr. Darker's friends. An' Mr. Darker he wuz de second. An' den dee broke up. An' jes den Marse George walked thoo de crowd straight up to him, an' lookin' him right in de eyes, says to him, 'You stole dat speech you made to-night.' Well, sub, you ought to 'a bearn 'em; hit soun' like a mill-dam. You couldn' heah nuttin' 'cep' roarin', an' you couldn' see nuttin 'cep' shovin'; but, big as he 54 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" wuz, Marse George beat him; an' when dee pull him off, do' he face wuz mighty pale, he stan' out befo ' 'em all, dem whar wuz 'ginst him, an' all, an' as straight as an arrow, an' say: 'Dat speech wuz written an' printed years ago by somebody or nurr in Congress, an' this iman stole it; had he beat me only, I should not have said one word; but as he has beaten others, I shall show him up!' Gord, suh, he voice wuz clear as a game rooster. I sutney wuz proud on him. "He did show him up, too, but Mr. Darker ain' wait to see it; he lef' dat night. An' Marse George he wuz de popularest gent'man at dat university. He could handle dem students dyah same as a man handle a hoe. "Well, twuz de next Christmas we meet Miss Charlotte an' Nancy. Mr. Braxton invite we all to go down to spen' Christmas wid him at he home. An' sich a time as we had! "We got dyah Christmas Eve night-dis very night-jes befo' supper, an' jes natchelly froze to death," he pursued, dealing in his wonted hyperbole, "an' we jes had time to git a apple toddy or two when supper was ready, an' wud come dat dee wuz waitin' in de hall. I had done fix Marse George up gorgeousome, I tell you; 55 IN OLE VIRGINIA and when he walk down dem stairs in dat swaller-tail coat, an' dem paten'-leather pumps on, dee warn nay one dyah could tetch him; he looked like he own 'em all. I jes rest my mind. I seen him when he shake hands wid 'em all roun', an' I say, 'Um-m-m! he got 'em.' "But he ain' teck noticement o' none much tell Miss Charlotte come. She didn' live dyah, had jes come over de river dat evenin' from her home, 'bout ten miles off, to spen' Christmas like we all, an' she come down de stairs jes as Marse George finish shakin' hands. I seen he eye light on her as she come down de steps smilin', wid her dim blue dress trainin' behind her, an' her little blue foots peepin' out so pretty, an' holdin' a little hankeher, lookin' like a spider-web, in one hand, an' a gret blue fan in turr, spread out like a peacock tail, an' jes her roun' arms an' th'oat white, an' her gret dark eyes lightin' up her face. I say, 'Dyah 'tis!' and when de ole Cun'l stan' aside an' interduce 'em, an' Marse George step for'ard an' meek he grand bow, an' she sort o' swing back an' gin her curtchy, wid her dress sort o' dammed up 'ginst her, an' her arms so white, an' her face sort o' sunsetty, I say, 'Yes, Lord! Edinburg, dyah you mistis.' Marse George look like he think she done come 56 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" down right from de top o' de blue sky an' bring piece on it wid her. He ain' nuver took he eyes from her dat night. Dee glued to her, mun! an' she-well, do' she mighty rosy, an' look mighty unconsarned, she sutney ain' hender him. Hit look like kyarn nobody else tote dat fan an' pick up dat hankeher skusin o' him; an' after supper, when dee all playin' blindman's-buff in de hall -I don' know how twuz-but do' she jes as nin- ble as a filly, an' her ankle jes as clean, an' she kin git up her dress an' dodge out de way o' ev'ybody else, somehow or nurr she kyarn help him ketchin' her to save her life; lhe al'ays got her corndered; an' when dee 'd git fur apart, dat ain' nuttin, dee jes as sure to come togerr agin as water is whar you done run you hand thoo. An' do' he kiss ev'ybody else under de mistle- tow, 'cause dee be sort o' cousins, he ain' nuver kiss her, nor nobody else nurr, 'cep' de ole Cun'1. I wuz standin' down at de een de hall wid de black folks, an' I notice it 'tic 'lar, 'cause I done meek de 'quaintance o' Nancy; she wuz Miss Charlotte's maid; a mighty likely young gal she wuz den, an' jes as impident as a fly. She see it too, do' she ain' 'low it. "Fust thing I know I seen a mighty likely light-skinned gal standin' dyah by me, wid her 57 IN OLE VIRGINIA hyah mos' straight as white folks, an' a mighty good frock on, an' a clean apron, an' her hand mos' like a lady, only it brown, an' she keep on 'vidin' her eyes twix me an' Miss Charlotte; when I waichin' liss Charlotte she watchin' me, an' when I steal my eye 'roun' on her she noticin' Miss Charlotte; an' presney I sort o' sidle 'long- side her, an' I say, 'Lady, you mighty sprightly to-night.' An' she says she 'bleeged to be sprightly, her mistis look so good; an' I ax her which one twuz, an' she tell me, 'Dat queen one over dyali,' an' I tell her dee's a king dyah too, she got her eye set for; an' when I say her mis- tis tryin' to set her cap for Marse George, she fly up, an' say she an' her mistis don' have to set de cap for nobody; dee got to set dee cap an' all de clo'es for dem, an' den dee ain' gwine cotch 'em, 'cause dee ain' studyin' 'bout no up- country folks whar dee ain' nobody know nuttin 'bout. "Well, dat audaciousness so aggrivate me, I lite into dat nigger right dyah. I tell her she ain' been nowhar 'tall ef she don' know we all; dat we wuz de bes' of quality, de ve 'y top de pot; an' den I tell her 'bout how gret we wuz; how de ker 'idges wuz al 'ays hitched up night an' day, an' niggers jes thick as weeds; an' how Unc' 58 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" Torm he wared he swaller-tail ev'y day when he wait on de table; and Marse George he won' wyah a coat mo'n once or twice anyways, to save you life. Oh! I sutney 'stonish dat nig- ger, 'cause I wuz teckin up for de famlbly, an' I meek out like dee use gold up home like urr folks use wood, an' sow silver like urr folks sow wheat; an' when I got thoo de wuz all on 'em listenin', an' she 'lowed dat Marse George he were ve'y good, sho 'nough, ef twarn for lie nigger; but I ain' tarrifyin' myself none 'bout dat, 'cause I know she jes projickin, an' she couldn' help bein' impident ef you wuz to whup de frock off her back. "Jes den dee struck up de dance. Dee had wheel de pianer out in dee hall, and somebody say Jack Forester had come cross de river, an' all on 'em say dee mus' git Jack; an' presney he come in wid he fiddle, grinnin' an' scrapin', 'cause he wuz a notable fiddler, do' I don' think he wuz equal to we all's Tubal, an' I know he couldn' tech Mlarse George, 'cause Marse George wuz a natchel fiddler, jes like 'coons is natchel pacers, an' mules is natchel kickers. Howsom- ever, he sutney jucked a jig sweet, an' when he shake dat bow you couldn' help you foot switchin' a leetle-not ef you wuz a member of 59 IN OLE VIRGINIA de chutch. He was a mighty sinful man, Jack wuz, an' dat fiddle had done drawed many souls to torment. "Well, in a minute dee wuz all flyin', an' Jack he was rockin' like boat rockin' on de water, an' he face right shiny, an' his teef look like ear o' corn he got in he mouf, an' he big foot set 'way out keepin' time, an' Marse George he was in de lead row dyah too; ev'y chance he git he tunned Miss Charlotte-'petchel motion, right hand across, an' cauliflower, an' croquette-dee cro- quette plenty o' urrs, but I notice dee ain' nuver fail to tun one nurr, an' ev'y tun he gin she wrappin' de chain roun' him; once when dee wuz 'promninadin-all' down we all's een o' de hall, as he tunned her somebody step on her dress an' to' it. I heah de screech o' de silk, an' Nancy say, 'O Lord!' den she say, 'Nem mine! now I'll git it!' an' dee stop for a minute for Marse George to pin it up, while turrers went on, an' Marse George wuz down on he knee, an' she look down on him mighty sweet out her eyes, an' say, 'Hit don' meek no difference,' an' lie glance up an' cotch her eye, an', jes 'dout a wud, he tyah a gret piece right out de silk an' slipt it in he bosom, an' when he got up, he say, right low, lookin' in her eyes right deep, 'I 60 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" gwine wyah dis at my weddin',' an' she jes look sweet as candy; an' ef Nancy ever wyah dat frock I ain' see it. "Den presney dee wuz talkin' 'bout stoppini'. De ole Cun'1 say hit time to have prars, an' dee wuz beggin' him to wait a leetle while; an' Jack Forester lay he fiddle down nigh Marse George, an' he picked 't up an' drawed de bow 'cross it jes to try it, an' den jes projickin' he struck dat chune 'bout 'You 'll ermember me.' He hadn' mo'n tech de string when you could heal a pin drap. Marse George he warn noticin', an' he jes lay he face on de fiddle, wid he eyes sort o' half shet, an' drawed her out like he'd do some nights at home in dee moonlight on de gret porch, tell on a sudden le looked up an' cotch Miss Charlotte eye leanin' for 'ards so earnest, an' all on 'em list'nin', an' he stopt, an' dee all clapt dee hands, an' he sudney drapt into a jig. Jack Forester ain' had to play no mo' dat night; even de ole Cun 'l ketchied de fever, an' he stept out in de flo', in he long-tail coat an' high collar, an' knocked 'em off de 'Snow-bud on de Ash-bank,' an' 'Chicken in de Bread-tray,' right natchel. "Oh, he could jes plank 'em down! "Oh, dat wuz a Christmas like you been read 61 IN OLE VIRGINIA 'bout! An' twuz hard to tell which gittin' cotch most, Marse George or me; 'cause dat nigger she jes as confusin' as Miss Charlotte. An' she sutney wuz sp 'ilt dem days; ev 'y nigger on dat place got he eye on her, an' she jes az oudacious an' aggrivatin as jes womens kin be. "Dees monsus 'ceivin' critters, womens is, jes as onreliable as de hind leg of a mule; a mart got to watch 'em all de time; you kyarn break 'em like you kin horses. "Now dat off mule dyah" (indicating, by a lazy but not light lash of his whip, the one selec- ted for his illustration), "de ain' no countin' on her at all; she go 'long all day, or maybe a week, jes dat easy an' sociable, an' fust thing you know you ain' know nuttin', she done knock you brains out; dee ain' no 'pendence to be placed in 'em 'tall, suh; she jes as sweet as a kiss one minute, an' next time she come out de house she got her head up in de air, an' her ears backed, an' goin' 'long switchin' herself like I ain' good 'nough for her to walk on. "'Fox-huntin's ' oh, yes, suh, ev'y day mos'; an' when Marse George didn' git de tail, twuz 'cause twuz a bob-tail fox-you heah me! He play de fiddle for he pastime, but he fotched up in de saddle-dat he cradle! 62 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" " De fust day dee went out I heah Nancy quoilin 'bout de tail layin' on Miss Charlotte dressin'-table gittin' hyahs over ev'ything. "One day de ladies went out too, Miss Char- lotte 'mongst 'em, on Miss Lucy gray myali Switchity, an' Marse George he rid Mr. Brax- ton 's chestnut Willful. "Well, suh, he stick so close to dat gray myah, he leetle mo' los' dat fox; but, Lord! he know what he 'bout-he monsus 'ceivin' 'bout dat - he know de way de fox gwine jes as well as he know heself; an' all de time he leadin' Miss Charlotte whar she kin heah de music, but he watchin' him too, jes as narrow as a ole hound. So, when de fox tun de head o' de creek, Marse George had Miss Charlotte on de aidge o' de flat, an' he de fust man see de fox tun down on turr side wid de hounds right rank after him. Dat sort o' set him back, 'cause by rights de fox ought to 'a double an' come back dis side: he kyarn git out dat way; an' two or three gen- t'mens dee had see it too, an' wuz jes layin de horses to de groun' to git roun' fust, 'cause de creek wuz heap too wide to jump, an' wuz 'way over you head, an hit cold as Christmas, sho 'nough; well, suh, when dee tunned, Mr. Clarke he wuz in de lead (he wuz ridin' for Miss Char- 63 IN OLE VIRGINIA lotte too), an' hit fyah set Marse George on fire; he ain' said but one wud, 'Wait,' an' jes set de chestnut's head straight for de creek, whar de fox comin' wid he hyah up on he back, an' do dogs ravlin mos' on him. "De ladies screamed, an' some de gent'mens hollered for him to come back, but he ain' mind; lie went 'cross dat flat like a wild-duck; an' when he retch de water he horse try to flinch, but dat hand on de bridle, an' dem rowels in he side, an' he 'bleeged to teck it. "Lord! suh, sich a screech as dee set up! But lie wuz swimmnin' for life, an' he wuz up de bank an' in de middle o' de dogs time dee tetched ole Gray Jacket; an' when Mr. Clarke got dyah Marse George wuz stan'in' holdin' up de tail for Miss Charlotte to see, turr side de creek, an' de hounds wuz wallerin' all over de body, an' I don' think Mr. Clarke done got up wid 'em yit. "He cotch de fox, an' he cotch some'n' else besides, in my 'pinion, 'cause when de ladies went up-stairs dat night Miss Charlotte had to wait on de steps for a glass o' water, an' couldn' nobody git it but Marse George; an' den when she tell him good-night over de banisters, he couldn' say it good enough; he got to kiss her 64 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWN IN'N" hand; an' she ain' do nuttin but jes peep up- stairs ef anybody dyah lookin'; an' when I come thoo de do' she juck her hand 'way an' ran up- stairs jes as farst as she could. Marse George look at me sort o' laughin', an' say: 'Confound you! Nancy couldn' been very good to you.' An' I say, 'She le' me squench my thirst kissin' her hand;' an' he sort o' laugh an' tell me to keep my mouf shet. "But dat ain' de on'y time I come on 'em. Dee al'ays gittin' corndered; an' de evenin' befo' we come 'way I wuz gwine in thoo de con- servity, an' dyah dee wuz sort o' hide 'way. Miss Charlotte she wuz settin' down, an' Marse George he wuz leanin ' over her, got her hand to he face, talkin' right low an' lookin' right sweet, an' she ain' say nuttin; an' presney he drapt on one knee by her, an' slip he arm roun' her, an' try to look in her eyes, an' she so 'shamed to look at him she got to hide her face on he shoulder, an' I slipt out. "We come 'way next mornin'. When mars- ter heah 'bout it he didn ' teck to de notion at all, 'cause her pa-dat is, he warn' her own pa, 'cause he had married her ma when she wuz a widder after Miss Charlotte pa died-an' he politics warn' same as ourn. 'Why, you kin 65 IN OLE VIRGINIA never stand him, suh, ' he said to Marse George. 'We won't mix any mo'n fire and water; you ought to have found that out at college; dat fel- low Darker is his son.' "Marse George he say he know. dat; but he on'y de step-brurr of de young lady, an' ain' got a drap o' her blood in lie veins, an' he didn' know it when he meet her, an' anyhow hit wouldn' meek any diffence; an' when de mistis see how sot Marse George is on it she teck he side, an' dat fix it; 'cause when ole mistis warn marster to do a thing, hit jes good as done. I don ' keer how much he rar roun' an' say he ain' gwine do it, you jes well go 'long an' put on you hat; you gwine see him presney doin' it jes peaceable as a lamb. She tun him jes like she got bline-bridle on him, an' he ain' nuver know it. "So she got him jes straight as a string. An' when de time come for Marse George to go, marster he mo' consarned 'bout it 'n Marse George; he ain' say nuttin 'bout it befo'; but now he walkin' roun' an' roun' axin mistis mo' questions 'bout he does an' he horse an' all; an' dat mornin' he gi' him he two Sunday razors, an' gi' me a pyah o' boots an' a beaver hat, 'cause I wuz gwine wid him to kyar he port- 66 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" manteau, an ' git he shavin' water, sence marster say ef he wuz gwine marry a Locofoco, he at least must go like a gent'man; an' me an' Marse George had done settle it 'twixt us, cause we al'ays set bofe we traps on de same hyah parf. "Well, we got 'em, an' when I ax dat gal out on de wood-pile dat night, she say bein' as her mistis gwine own me, an' we bofe got to be in de same estate, she reckon she ain' nuver gwine to be able to git shet o' me; an' den I clamp her. Oh, she wuz a beauty!" A gesture and guffaw completed the recital of his conquest. "Yes, suh, we got 'em sho!'" he said, pres- ently. "Dee couldn' persist us; we crowd 'emn into de fence an' run 'em off dee foots. "Den come de 'gagement; an' ev 'ything wuz smooth as silk. Marse George an' me wuz ridin' over dyah constant, on'y we nuver did git over bein' skeered when we wuz ridin' up dat turpen- tine road facin' all dem winders. Hit 'pear like ev'ybody in de wull 'mos' wuz lookin' at us. "One evenin' Marse George say, 'Edinburg, d'you ever see as many winders p'intin' one way in you' life When I git a house,' he say, 'I gwine have all de winders lookin' turr way.' "But dat evenin', when I see Miss Charlotte 67 IN OLE VIRGINIA come walkin' out de gret parlor wid her hyah sort o' rumpled over her face, an' some yaller roses on her bres, an' her gret eyes so soft an' sweet, an' Marse George walkin' 'long hinst her, so peaceable, like she got chain roun' him, I say, 'Winders ain' nuttin.' "Oh, twuz jes like holiday all de time! An' den Miss Charlotte come over to see mistis, an' of co'se she bring her maid wid her, 'cause she 'bleeged to have her maid, you know, an' dat wuz de bes' of all. "Dat evenin', 'bout sunset, dee come drivin' up in de big ker'idge, wid de gret hyah trunk stropped on de seat behind, an' Nancy she set- tin' by Billy, an' Marse George settin' inside by he rose-bud, 'cause he had done gone down to bring her up; an' marster he done been drest in he blue coat an' yallow westket ever sence din- ner, an' walkin' roun', watchin' up de road all de time, an' tellin' de mistis he reckon dee ain' comin', an' ole mistis she try to pacify him, an' she come out presney drest, an' rustlin' in her stiff black silk an' all; an' when de ker'idge come in sight, ev'ybody wuz runnin'; an' when dee draw up to de do', Marse George he help her out an' 'duce her to marster an' ole mistis; an' marster he start to meek her a gret bow, an' 68 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" she jes put up her mouf like a little gal to be kissed, an' dat got him. An' mistis teck her right in her arms an' kiss her twice, an' de servants dee wuz all peepin' an' grinnin'. "Ev'ywhar you tun you see a nigger teef, 'cause dee all warn see de young mistis whar good 'nough for Marse George. Dee ain' gwine be married tell de next fall, 'count o' Miss Char- lotte bein' so young; but she jes good as b 'longst to we all now; an' ole marster an' mistis dee jes as much in love wid her as Marse George. Hi! dee warn pull de house down an' buil' it over for her! An' ev'y han' on de place lie peepin' to try to git a look at he young mistis whar he gwine b'longst to. One evenin' dee all on 'em come roun' de porch an' send for Marse George, an' when he come out, Charley Brown (he al'ays de speaker, 'cause he got so much mouf, kin' talk pretty as white folks), he say dee warn interduce to de young mistis, an' pay dee bespects to her; an' presney Marse George lead her out on de porch laughin' at her, wid her face jes rosy as a wine-sap apple, an' she meek 'em a beautiful bow, an ' speak to 'em ev'y one, Marse George namin' de names; an' Charley Brown he meek her a pretty speech, an ' tell her we mighty proud to own her; an' one o' dem 69 IN OLE VIRGINIA impident gals ax her to gin her dat white frock when she git married; an' when she say, 'Well, what am I goin' wear' Sally say, 'Lord, honey, Marse George gwine dress you in pure gol'!' an' she look up at him wid sparks flashin' out her eyes, while he look like dat ain' good 'nough for her. An' so twuz, when she went 'way, Sally Marshall got dat frock, an' proud on it I tell you. "Oh, yes; he sutney mindin' her tender. Hi! when she go to ride in evenin' wid him, de ain' no horse-block good 'nough for her! Marse George got to have her step in he hand; an' when dee out walkin' he got de umbreller holdin' 't over her all de time, he so feared de sun '11 kiss her; an' dee walk so slow down dem walks in de shade you got to sight 'em by a tree to tell ef dee movin' 'tall. She use' to look like she used to it too, I tell you, 'cause she wuz qual- ity, one de white-skinned ones; an' she 'd set in dem big cheers, wid her little foots on de cricket whar AMarse George al'ays set for her, he so feared dee 'd tetch de groun', jes like she on her throne; an' ole marster he 'd watch her 'mos' edmirin as Marse George; an' when she went 'way hit sutney was lonesome. Hit look like daylight gone wid her. I don' know which I miss mos, Miss Charlotte or Nancy. 70 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN"' "Den Marse George was 'lected to de Legis- lature, an' ole Jedge Darker run for de Senator, an' Marse George vote gin him and beat him. An' dat commence de fuss; an' den dat man gi' me de whuppin, an' dat break 'tup an' breck he heart. "You see, after Marse George wuz 'lected ('lections wuz 'Iections dem days; dee warn' no bait-gode 'lections, wid ev'y sort o' worms squirmin' up 'ginst one nurr, wid piece o' paper d' ain' know what on, drappin' in a chink; didn' nuttin but gent'mens vote den, an' dee took dee dram, an' vote out loud, like gent'mens) -well, arter Marse George wuz 'lected, de parties wuz jes as even balanced as stilyuds, an' wen dee ax Marse George who wuz to be de Senator, he vote for de Whig, 'ginst de old jedge, an' dat beat him, of co'se. An' dee ain' got sense to know he 'bleeged to vote wid he politics. Dat he sprinciple; lhe kyarn vote for Locofoco, I don' keer ef he is Miss Charlotte pa, much less her step-pa. Of co 'se de old jedge ain' speak to him arter dat, nur is -Marse George ax him to. But who dat gwine s 'pose women-folks got to put dee mouf in too Miss Charlotte she write Marse George a letter dat pester him mightily; he set up all night answerin' dat letter, an' he mighty solemin, I tell you. An' I wuz gittin' right grew- 71 IN OLE VIRGINIA some myself, 'cause I studyin' 'bout dat gal down dyah whar I done gi' my wud to, an' when dee ain' no letters come torectly hit hard to tell which one de anxiouser, me or Marse George. Den presney I so 'straughted 'long o' it I ax Aunt Haly 'bouten it: she know all sich things, 'cause she 'mos' a hundred years ole, an' seed evil sperits, an' got skoripins up her chimley, an' knowed conjure; an' she ax me what wuz de signication, an' I tell her I ain' able nuther to eat nor to sleep, an' dat gal come foolin' 'long me when I sleep jes like as natchel as ef I see her sho 'nough. An' she say I done conjured; dat de gal done tricked me. " Oh, Gord! dat skeered me! "You white folks, marster, don' b'lieve nuttin like dat; y' all got too much sense, 'cause y' all kin read; but niggers dee ain' know no better, an' I sutney wuz skeered, 'cause Aunt Haly say my coffin done seasoned, de planks up de chim- ley. "Well, I got so bad Marse George ax me 'bout it, an' he sort o' laugh an' sort o' cuss, an' he tell Aunt Haly ef she don' stop dat foolishness skeerin' me he'll sell her an' tyah her ole skor- ipin house down. Well, co'se he jes talkin', an' he ax me next day howId I like to go an' see my 72 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN" sweetheart. Gord! suh, I got well torectly. So I set off next evenin', feelin' jes big as ole marster, wid my pass in my pocket, which I warn' to show nobody 'douten I 'bleeged to, 'cause Marse George didn 't warn nobody to know he le' me go. An' den dat rascallion teck de shut off my back. But ef Marse George didn' pay him de wuth o' it! "I done git 'long so good, too. "When Nancy see me she sutney was 'ston- ished. She come roun' de cornder in de back yard whar I settin' in Nat's do' (he wuz de gar- dener), wid her hyah all done untwist, an' breshed out mighty fine, an' a clean ap'on wid fringe on it, meckin' out she so s'prised to see me (whar wuz all a lie, 'cause some on 'em done notify her I dyah), an' she say, 'Hi! what dis black nigger doin' heah'' "An' I say, 'Who you callin' nigger, you im- pident, kercumber-faced thing you ' Den we shake hands, an' I tell her Marse George done set me free-dat I done buy myself; dat's de lie I done lay off to tell her. "An' when I tole her dat, she bust out laugh- in', an' say, well, I better go 'long 'way, den, dat she don' warn no free nigger to be comp 'nv for her. Dat sort o' set me back, an' I tell her 73 IN OLE VIRGINIA she kickin' 'fo' she spurred, dat I ain' got her in my mine; I got a nurr gal at home whar grievin' 'bout me dat ve'y minute. An' after I tell her all sich lies as dat presney she ax me ain' I hongry; an' ef dat nigger didn' git her mammy to gi' me de bes' supter! Umm-m! T kin mos' tas 'e it now. Wheat bread off de table, an' zerves, an' fat bacon, tell I couldn' put a nurr moufful nowhar sep'n I 'd teck my hat. Dat night I tote Nancy water for her, an' I tell her all 'bout ev'ything, an' she jes sweet as honey. Next mornin', do', she done sort o' tunned some, an' ain' so sweet. You know how milk gits sort o' bonny-clabberish An' when she see me she 'gin to 'buse me-say I jes tryin' to fool her, an' all de time got nurr wife at home, or gittin' ready to git one, for all she know, an' she ain' know wherr Marse George ain' jes 'ceivin' as I is; an' nem. mine, she got plenty warn marry her; an' as to Miss Charlotte, she got de whole wull; Mr. Darker he ain' got no- body in he way now, dat he deah all de time, an' ain' gwine West no mo'. Well, dat aggrivate me so I tell her ef she say dat 'bout Marse George I gwine knock her; an' wid dat she got so oudacious I meek out I gwine 'way, an' lef' her, an' went up todes de barn; an' up dyah, fust 74 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" thing I know, I come across dat ar man Mr. Darker. Soon as he see me he begin to cuss me, an' he ax me what I doin' on dat land, an' I tell him nuttin. An' he say, well, he gwine gi' me some'n; he gwine teach me to come prowlin' round gent'men's houses. An' he meek me go in de barn an' teck off my shut, an' he beat me wid he whup tell de blood run out my back. He sutney did beat me scandalous, 'cause he done hate me an' Marse George ever since we wuz at college togurr. An' den he say: 'Now you git right off dis land. Ef either you or you marster ever put you foot on it, you'll git de same thing agin.' An' I tell you, Edinburg he come way, 'cause he sutney had worry me. I ain' stop to see Nancy or nobody; I jes come 'long, shakin' de dust, I tell you. An' as I come 'long de road I pass Miss Charlotte walkin' on de lawn by her- self, an' she call me: 'Why, hi! ain' dat Edin- burg' "She look so sweet, an' her voice soun' so cool, I say, 'Yes'm; how you do, missis' An' she say, she ve 'y well, an' how I been, an' whar I gwine I tell her I ain' feelin' so well, dat I gwine home. 'Hi!' she say, 'is anybody treat you bad' An' I tell her, 'Yes 'm.' An' she say, 'Oh! Nancy don' mean nuttin by dat; dat 75 IN OLE VIRGINIA you mus 'n mine what womens say, an' do, 'cause dee feel sorry for it next minute; an' sometimes dee kyarn help it, or maybe hit you fault; an' anyhow, you ought to be willin' to overlook it; an' I better go back an' wait till to- morrow-ef-ef I ain' 'bleeged to git home to- day.' "She got mighty mixed up in de een part o' dat, an' she looked mighty anxious 'bout me an' Nancy; an' I tell her, 'No'm, I 'bleeged to git home. ' "Well, when I got home Marse George he warn know all dat gwine on; but I mighty sick- dat man done beat me so; an' he ax me what de marter, an' I upped an' tell him. "Gord! I nuver see a man in sich a rage. He call me in de office an' meek me teck off my shut, an' lie fyah bust out cryin'. He walked up an' down dat office like a caged lion. Ef be had got he hand on Mr. Darker den, he'd 'a' kilt him, sho! "He wuz most 'stracted. I don't know what he'd been ef I'd tell him what Nancy tell me. He call for Peter to git he horse torectly, an' he tell me to go an' git some 'n' from mammy to put on my back, an' to go to bed torectly, an' not to say nuttin to nobody, but to tell he pa he 'd 76 " UNC' EDINBURG S DROWNDIN ' " be away for two days, maybe; an' den he got on Reveller an' galloped 'way hard as he could, wid he jaw set farst, an' he heaviest whup clamped in he hand. Gord! I wuz most hopin' he wouldn' meet dat man, 'cause I feared ef he did he'd kill him; an' he would, sho, ef he had meet him right den; dee say he leetle mo' did when he fine him next day, an' he had done been ridin' den all night; he cotch him at a sto' on de road, an' dee say he leetle mo' cut him all to pieces; he drawed a weepin on Marse George. but Marse George wrench it out he hand an' flung it over de fence; an' when dee got him 'way he had weared he whup out on him; an' he got dem whelps on him now, ef he ain' dead. Yes, suh, he ain' let nobody else do dat he ain' do heself, sho! "Dat done de business! "He sont AMarse George a challenge, but Marse George sont him wud he'll cowhide him agin ef he ever heah any mo' from him, an' he 'ain't. Dat perrify him, so he shet he mouf. Den come he ring an' all he pictures an' things back-a gret box on 'em, and not a wud wid 'em. Marse George, I think he know'd dee wuz com- in', but dat ain' keep it from huttin him, 'cause he done been 'gaged to Miss Charlotte, an' got 77 IN OLE VIRGINIA he mine riveted to her; an' do' befo' dat dee had stop writin', an' a riff done git 'twixt 'em, lie ain' satisfied in he mine dat she ain't gwine 'pologizee-J know by Nancy; but now he got de confirmation dat he done for good, an' dat de gret gulf fixed 'twix him an' Aberham bosom. An', Gord, suh, twuz torment, sho 'nough! He ain' say nuttin 'bout it, but I see de light done pass from him, an' de darkness done wrap him up in it. In a leetle while you wouldn' 'a' knowed him. Den ole inistis died. "B'lieve me, ole marster he 'most much hut by Miss Charlotte as Marse George. He meek a 'tempt to buy Nancy for me, so I find out arterward, an' write Jedge Darker he 'l1 pay him anything he '11 ax for her, but lie letter wuz sont back 'dout any answer. He sutney was mad 'bout it-he say he'd horsewhip him as Marse George did dat urr young puppy, but ole mistis wouldn' le' him do nuttin, and den le grieve heself to death. You see he mighty ole, anyways. He nuver got over ole mistis' death. She had been failin' a long time, an' he ain' tarry long 'binst her; hit sort o' like breckin up a holler-de ole 'coon goes 'way soon arter dat; an' marster nuver could pin he own collar or buckle he own stock-mistis she al'ays do dat; 78 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN' " an' do' Marse George do de bes' he kin, an' mighty willin', he kyarn handle pin like a wo- man; he hand tremble like a p'inter dog; an' anyways he ain' ole mistis. So ole marster fol- ler her dat next fall, when dee wuz gittin in de corn, an' Marse George he ain' got nobody in de wull left; he all alone in dat gret house, an' 1 wonder sometimes he ain' die too, 'cause he sutney wuz fond o' ole marster. "When ole mistis wuz dyin', she tell hiii to be good to ole marster, an' patient wid him, 'cause he ain' got nobody but him now (ole marster he had jes step out de room to cry); an' Marse George he lean over her an' kiss her an' prom- ise her faithful he would. An' he sutney wuz tender wid him as a woman; an' when ole mars- ter die, he set by him an' hol' he hand an' kiss him sorf, like he wuz ole mistis. "But, Gord! twuz lonesome arter dat, an' Marse George eyes look wistful, like he al'ays lookin' far 'way; an' Aunt Haly say he see harnts whar walk 'bout in de gret house. She say dee walk dyah constant of nights sence ole marster done alterate de rooms from what dee wuz when he gran 'pa buil ' 'em, an' dat dee huntin' for dee ole chambers an' kyarn git no rest 'cause dee kyarn fine 'em. I don't know 79 IN OLE VIRGINIA how dat wuz. I know Marse George he used to walk about heself mightily of nights. All night long, all night long, I 'd heah him tell de chickens crowin' dee second crow, an' some mornin's I'd go dyah an' lie ain' even rumple de bed. I thought sho he wuz gwine die, but I suppose he done 'arn he days to be long in de land, an' dat save him. But hit sutney wuz lonesome, an' he nuver went off de plantation, an' he got older an' older, tell we all thought he wuz gwine die. "An' one day come jes befo' Christmas, 'bout nigh two year after marster die, Mr. Braxton ride up to de do'. He had done come to teck Marse George home to spen' Christmas wid him. Marse George warn git out it, but Mr. Braxton won' teck no disapp'intment; he say he gwine baptize he boy, an' he done name him after Marse George (he had marry Marse George cousin, Miss Peggy Carter, an' he vite Marse George to de weddin', but he wouldn' go, do' I sutney did want him to go, 'cause I heah Miss Charlotte was nominated to marry Mr. Darker, an' I warn know what done 'come o' dat bright- skinned nigger gal whar I used to know down dyah); an' he say Marse George got to come an' stan' for him, an' gi' him a silver cup an' a gol' rattle. So Marse George he finally promise 8( "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" to come an' spend Christmas Day, an' Mr. Braxton went 'way next mornin', an' den hit tun in an' rain so I feared we couldn' go, but hit cler off de day befo' Christmas Eve an' tun cold. Well, suh, we ain' been nowhar for so long I wuz skittish as a young filly; an' den you know twuz de same ole place. " We didn' git dyah till supper-time, an' twuz a good one too, 'cause seventy miles dat cold a weather hit whet a man's honger jes like a whet- stone. "Dee sutney wuz glad to see we all. We rid roun' by de back yard to gi' Billy de horses, an' we see dee wuz havin' gret fixin's; an' den we went to de house, jest as some o' de folks run in an' tell 'em we wuz come. When Marse George stept in de hall, dee all clustered roun' him like dee gwine hug him, dee faces fyah dimplin' wid pleasure, an' Miss Peggy she jes reched up an' teck him in her arms an' hug him. "Dee tell me in de kitchen dat dee wuz been 'spectin' of Miss Charlotte over to spend Christ- mas too, but de river wuz so high dee s 'pose dee couldn' git 'cross. Chile, dat sutney disap- p'int me! "Well, after supper de niggers had a dance. Hit wuz down in de wash-house, an' de table 81 IN OLE VIRGINIA wuz set in de carpenter shop jes' by. Oh, hit sutney wuz beautiful! Miss Lucy an' Miss Ailsy dee had superintend ev'ything wid dee own hands. So dee wuz down dyah wid dee ap'ons up to dee chins, an' dee had de big silver strandeliers out de house, two on each table, an' some o' ole mistis's best damas' table-clothes, an' ole marster's gret bowl full o' egg-nog; hit look big as a mill-pond settin' dyah in de cornder; an' dee had flowers out de greenhouse on de table, an' some o' de chany out de gret house, an' de dinin'-room cheers set roun' de room. Oh! oh! nuttin warn too good for nig- gers dem times; an' de little niggers wuz run- nin' roun' right 'stracted, squealin' an' peepin' an' gittin in de way onder you foots; an' de mens dee wuz totin' in de wood-gret hickory logs, look like stock whar you gwine saw-an' de fire so big hit look like you gwine kill hawgs, 'cause hit sutney wuz cold dat night. Dis fig- ger ain' nuver gwine forgit it! Jack Forester he had come 'cross de river to lead de fiddlers, an' he say he had to put he fiddle onder he coat an' poke he bow in he breeches leg to keep de strings from poppin', an' dat de river would freeze over sho ef twarn so high; but twuz jes snortin', an' he had hard wuck to git over in he 82 " UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" skiff, an' Unc' Jeems say he ain' gwine come out he boat-house no mo' dat night-he done tempt Providence often 'nough dat day. "Den ev'ything wuz ready, an' de fiddlers got dee dram an' chuned up, an' twuz lively, 1 tell you! Twuz jes as thick in dyiah as blackberries on de blackberry bush, 'cause ev'y gal on de plantation wuz dyah shakin' her foot for some young buck, an' back-steppin' for to go 'long. Dem ole sleepers wuz jes a-rockin', an' Jack Forester he wuz callin' de figgers for to wake 'em up. I warn' dancin', 'cause I done got 'ligion an' longst to de chutch since de trouble done tetch us up so rank; but I tell you my foots wuz pintedly eechchin for a leetle sop on it, an' I had to come out to keep from crossin' 'em onst, anyways. Den, too, I had a tetch o' misery ill my back, an' I lay off to git a tas'e o' dat egg- nog out dat big bowl, wid snow-drift on it, from Miss Lucy-she al'ays mighty fond o' Marse George; so I slip into de carpenter shop, an' ax her kyarn I do nuttin for her, an' she laugh all' say, yes, I kin drink her health, an' gi' me a gret gobletful, an' jes den de white folks come in to 'spec' de tables, Marse George in de lead, an' dee all fill up dee glasses an' pledge dee health, an' all de servants', an' a merry Christmas; an' 83 IN OLE VIRGINIA den dee went in de wash-house to see de dancin', an' maybe to teck a hand deeself, 'cause white folks' 'ligion ain' like niggers', you know; dee got so much larnin dee kin dance, an' fool de devil too. An' I stay roun' a little while, an' den went in de kitchen to see how supper gittin on, 'cause I wuz so hongry when I got dyah I ain' able to eat 'nough at one time to 'commo- date it, an' de smell o' de tuckeys an' de gret saddlers o' mutton in de tin-kitchens wuz mos' 'nough by deeself to feed a right hongry man; an' dyah wuz a whole parcel o' niggers cookin' an' tunnin 'bout for life, an' dee faces jes as shiny as ef dee done bas'e 'em wid gravy; an' dyah, settin ' back in a cheer out de way, wid her clean frock up off de flo', wuz dat gal! I sutney did feel curious. "I say, 'Hi! name o' Gord! whar'd you come from' She say, 'Oh, Marster! ef heah ain' dat free nigger agin ! ' An' ev 'ybody laughed. "Well, presny we come out, 'cause Nancy warn see de dancin', an' we stop a leetle while 'hind de cornder out de wind while she tell me 'bout ev'ything. An' she say dat's all a lie she tell me dat day 'bout Mr. Darker an' Miss Char- lotte; an' he done gone 'way now for good 'cause he so low down an' wuthless dee kyarn 84 " UNC' EDINBURG 'S DROWNDIN'" nobody stand him; an' all lie warn marry Miss Charlotte for is to git her niggers. But Nancy say Miss Charlotte nuver could abide him; he so 'sateful, 'spressly sence she fine out what a lie he told 'bout Marse George. You know, Mr. Darker he done meek 'em think Marse George sont me dyah to fine out ef he done come home, an' den dat he fall on him wid he weepin when he ain' noticin' him, an' sort o' out de way too, an' git two urr mens to hold him while he beat him, all 'cause he in love wid Miss Charlotte. D'you ever, ever heah sich a lie An' Nancy say, do' Miss Charlotte ain' b'lieve it all togerr, hit look so reasonable she done le' de ole jedge an' her ma, who wuz 'pending on what she headh 'duce her to send back he things; an' dee ain' know no better not tell after de old jedge die; den dee fine out 'bout de whuppin me, an' all; an' den Miss Charlotte know huccome I ain' gwine stay dat day; an' she say dee wuz sutnev outdone 'bout it, but it too late den; an' Miss Charlotte kyarn do nuttin but cry 'bout it, an' dat she did, pintedly, 'cause she done lost Marse George, an' done 'stroy he life; an' she nuver keer 'bout nobody else sep Marse George, Nancy say. Mr. Clarke he hangin' on, but Miss Char- lotte she done tell him pintedly she ain' nuver 85 IN OLE VIRGINIA gwine marry nobody. An' dee jes done come, she say, 'cause dee had to go 'way round by de rope ferry 'long o' de river bein' so high, an' dee ain' know tell dee done git out de ker'idge an' in de house dat we all wuz heah; an' Nancy say she glad dee ain', 'cause she 'feared ef dee had, Miss Charlotte wouldn' 'a come. "Den I tell her all 'bout Marse George, cause I know she 'bleeged to tell Miss Charlotte. Twuz powerful cold out dyah, but I ain' mine dat, chile. Nancy she done had to wrop her arms up in her ap'on an' she kyarn meek no zis- tance 'tall, an' dis nigger ain' keerin nuttin 'bout cold den. "An' jes den two ladies come out de carpen- ter shop an' went 'long to de wash-house, an' Nancy say, 'Dyah Miss Charlotte now;' an' twuz Miss Lucy an' Miss Charlotte; an' we heah Miss Lucy coaxin' Miss Charlotte to go, tellin' her she kin come right out; an' jes den dee wuz a gret shout, an' we went in hinst 'em. Twuz Mparse George had done teck de fiddle, an' ef he warn' natchelly layin' hit down! he wuz up at de urr een o' de room, 'way from we all, 'cause we wuz at de do', nigh Miss Charlotte whar she wuz standin ' 'hind some on 'em, wid her eyes on 86 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" him mighty timid, like she hidin' from him, an' ev'y nigger in de room wuz on dat flo'. Gord! suh, dee wuz grinnin' so dee warn' a toof in dat room you couldn' git you tweezers on; an' you couldn' heah a wud, dee so proud o' Marse George playin' for 'em. "Well, dee danced tell you couldn' tell which wuz de clappers an' which de back-steppers; de whole house look like it wuz rockin'; an' pres- ney somebody say supper, an' dat stop 'em, an' dee wuz a spell for a minute, an' Marse George standin' dyah wid de fiddle in he hand. He face wuz tunned away, an' lie wuz studyin'-study- in' 'bout dat urr Christmas so long ago-an' sudney he face drapt down on de fiddle, an' he drawed he bow 'cross de strings, an' dat chune begin to whisper right sorf. Hit begin so low ev'ybody had to stop talkin' an' hold dee mouf to heah it; an' Marse George he ain' know nut- tin 'bout it, lie done gone back, an' standin' dyah in de gret hall playin' it for Miss Char- lotte, whar done come down de steps wid her little blue foots an' gret fan, an' standin' dyall in her dim blue dress an' her fyah arms, an' her gret eyes lookin' in he face so earnest, whar he ain' gwine nuver speak to no mo'. I see it by de way he look-an' de fiddle wuz jes pleadin'. 87 IN OLE VIRGINIA He drawed it out jes as fine as a stran' o' Miss Charlotte's hyah. "Hit so sweet, Miss Charlotte, mun, she couldn' stan' it; she made to de do'; an' jes while she watchin' Marse George to keep him from seein' her he look dat way, an' he eyes fall right into herm. "Well, suh, de fiddle drapt down on de flo'- perlang!-an' he face wuz white as a sycamore limb. "Dee say twuz a swimmin' in de head he had; an' Jack say de whole fiddle warn' wuff de five dollars. "Me an' Nancy followed 'em tell dee went in de house, an' den we come back to de shop whar de supper wuz gwine on, an' got we all supper an' a leetle sop o' dat yaller gravy out dat big bowl, an' den we all rejourned to de wash-house agin, an' got onder de big bush o' misseltow whar hangin' from de jice, an' ef you ever see scufflin' dat's de time. "Well, me an' she had jes done lay off de whole Christmas, when wud come dat Marse George want he horses. " I went, but it sutney breck me up; an' I won- der whar de name o' Gord Marse George gwine sen' me dat cold night, an' jes as I got to de do' 88 "UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'" Marse George an' Mr. Braxton come out, an' I know torectly Marse George wuz gwine home. I seen he face by de light o' de lantern, an' twuz set jes rigid as a rock. "Mr. Braxton he wuz beggin' him to stay; he tell him he ruinin' he life, dat he sho dee's some mistake, an' twill be all right. An' all de an- swer Marse George meek wuz to swing heself up in de saddle, an' Reveller he look like he gwine fyah 'stracted. He al'ays mighty fool anyways when he git cold, dat horse wuz. "Well, we come 'long 'way, an' Mr. Braxton an' two mens come down to de river wid lan- terns to see us cross, 'cause twuz dark as pitch, sho 'nough. "An' jes 'fo' I started I got one o' de mens to hol' my horses, an' I went in de kitchen to git warm, an' dyah Nancy wuz. An' she say Miss Charlotte upsteairs cryin' right now, 'cause she think Marse George gwine cross de river 'count o' her, an' she whimper a little herself when I tell her good-by. But twuz too late den. "Well, de river wuz jes natchelly b'ilin', an' hit soun' like a mill-dam roarin' by; an' when we got dyah Marse George tunned to me an' tell me he reckon I better go back. I ax him whar he gwine, an' he say, 'Home.' 'Den I gwine 89 IN OLE VIRGINIA wid you,' I says. I wuz mighty skeered, but me an' Marse George wuz boys togerr; an' he plunged right in, an' I after him. " Gord! twuz cold as ice; an' we hadn ' got in befo' bofe horses wuz swimmin' for life. He holler to me to byah de myah head up de stream; an' I did try, but what's a nigger to dat water! Hit jes pick me up an' dash me down like I ain' no mo 'n a chip, an' de fust thing I know I gwine down de stream like a piece of bark, an' water washin' all over me. I knowed den I gone, an' I hollered for Marse George for help. I heah him answer me not to git skeered, but to hold on; but de myah wuz lungin' an' de water wuz all over me like ice, an' den I washed off de myah back, an' got drownded. "I 'member comin' up an' hollerin' agin for help, but I know den 'tain' no use, dee ain' no help den, an' I got to pray to Gord, an' den some'n hit me an' I went down agin, an'-de next thing I know I wuz in de bed, an' I heah 'em talkin' 'bout wherr I dead or not, an' I ain' know myself tell I taste de whiskey dee po'rin' down my jugular. "An' den dee tell me 'bout how when I hol- lered Marse George tun back an' struck out for me for life, an' how jes as I went down de last 90 " UNC' EDINBURG 'S DROWNNDIN' " time he cotch me an' helt on to me tell we wash down to whar de bank curve, an' dyah de cur- rent wuz so rapid hit yuck hin off Reveller back, but he helt on to de reins tell de horse lunge so he hit him wid lie fo' foot an' breck he collar-bone, an' den lie had to let him go, an' jes helt on to me; an' jes den we wash up agin de bank an' cotch in a tree, an' de mens got dyah quick as dee could, an' when dee retched us Marse George wuz holdin' on to me, an' had lie arm wropped roun' a limb, an' we wuz lodged in de crotch, an' bofe jes as dead as a nail; an' de myah she got out, but Reveller lie wuz drownded, wid his foot cotch in de rein an' de saddle tunned onder he side; an' dee ain' know wherr Marse George ain' dead too, 'cause lie not only drownded, but lie lef' arm broke up nigh de shoulder. "An' dee say Miss Charlotte she 'mos' 'stracted; dat de fust thing anybody know 'bout it wuz when some de servants bust in de hall an' holler, an' say Marse George an' me done bofe washed 'way an' drownded, an' dat she drapt down dead on de flo', an' when dee bring her to she 'low to Miss Lucy dat she de 'casion on lie death; an' dee say dat when de mens wuz totin' him in de house, an' wuz shufflin' de feets not to 91 IN OLE VIRGINIA meck no noige, an' a little piece o' blue silk drapt out he breast whar somebody picked up an' gin Miss Lucy, Miss Charlotte breck right down agin; an' some on 'em say she sutney did keer for him; an' now when he layin' upstairs dyah dead, hit too late for him ever to know it. "Well, sub, I couldn' teck it in dat Marse George and Reveller wuz dead, an' jes den somebody say Marse George done comin' to anl' dee gi' me so much whiskey I went to sleep. " An' next mornin' I got up an' went to Marse George room, an' see him layin' dyah in de bed, wid he face so white an' he eyes so tired- lookin', an' he ain' know me no mo' 'n ef he nuver see me, an' I couldn' stan' it; I jes drap down on de flo' an' bust out cryin'. Gord! sub, I couldn' help it, 'cause Reveller wuz drownded, an' Marse George he wuz mos' gone. "An' he came nigher goin' yit, 'cause he had sich a strain, an' been so long in de water, he heart done got numbed, an' he got 'lirium, an' all de time he thought he tryin' to git 'cross de river to see Miss Charlotte, an' hit so high he kyarn git dyah. " Hit sutney wuz pitiful to see him layin ' dyah tossin' an' pitchin', not knowin' whar he wuz, tell it teck all Mr. Braxton an' me could do to 92 "UNC' EDI)NBURG'S DROWNDIN'" keep him in de bed, an' de doctors say he kyarn hol' out much longer. "An' all dis time Miss Charlotte she wuz gwine 'bout de house wid her face right white, an' Nancy say she don' do nuttin all day long in her room but cry an' say her pra'rs, prayin' for Marse George, whar dyin' upsteairs by 'count o' not knowin' she love him, an' I tell Nancy how he honin' all de time to see her, an' how he con- stant callin' her name. "Well, so twuz, tell he mos' done wyah heself out; an' jes lay dyah wid his face white as de pillow, an' he gret pitiful eyes rollin' 'bout so restless, like he still lookin' for her whar he all de time callin' her name, an' kyarn git 'cross dat river to see. "An' one evenin 'bout sunset he 'peared to be gwine; he weaker 'n. he been at all, he ain' able to scuffle no mo', an' jes layin' dyah so quiet, an' presney he say, lookin' mighty wistful, 'Edinburg, I'm going' to-night; ef I don' git 'cross dis time, I'll gin't up.' "Mr. Braxton was standin' nigh de head o' de bed, an' he say, 'Well, by Gord! he shall see her!'-jes so. An' he went out de room, an' to Miss Charlotte do', an' call her, an' tell her she got to come, ef she don't, he'll die dat night; an' 93 IN OLE VIRGINIA fust thing I know, Miss Lucy bring Miss Char- lotte in, wid her face right white, but jes as tender as a angel's, an' she come an' stan' by de side de bed, an' lean down over him, an' call he name, 'George!'-jes so. "An' Marse George he ain' answer; he jes look at her study for a minute, an' den he fore- head got smooth, an' he tun he eyes to me, an' say, 'Edinburg, I'm 'cross.' " 94 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR This page in the original text is blank. MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR "V,5VON' dat Phil go 'stracted when he gits a V T pike on de een o' dis feller! " The speaker was standing in the dogwood bushes just below me, for I was on the embank- ment, where the little foot-path through the straggling pines and underbrush ran over it. He was holding in his hand a newly peeled cedar fishing-pole, while a number more lay in the path at the foot of the old redoubt. I watched for a moment in silence and then said: "Hello! Uncle, what are you doing" "Gittin' fishin'-poles for de boys, suh," lie answered promptly and definitely. "We 's 'spectin' 'em soon." Then he added confiden- tially: "Dee won' have none from nowhar else, suh; dee done heah dee ma tell how Marse Phil used to git poles right heali on dis ridge, an' dee oon' 97 IN OLE VIRGINIA fling a line wid nay urr sort o' poles at all. Dat Phil he mo' like Marse Phil 'n he like he pa; sometimes I think he Marse Phil done come back -he's he ve'y spit an' image. " "Who are the boys" I asked, taking a seat on the moss-covered breastwork. "Hi! we all's boys-Meh Lady's. De fish runnin' good now, an' dee'll be heah toreckly. Dee up in New York now, but me an' Hannah got a letter from 'em yistidy. You cyarnr' keep 'em dyah long after de fish 'gins to run; no suh, dat you cyarn'. Dat Phil, I boun' studyin' 'bout his pole right now." And a short laugh of delight followed the reflection. "How many are there " "Fo' on 'em, suh, wid de little gal, an' she jes' like Meh Lady wuz at her age, tryin' to keep up wid her brurrs, an' do ev 'ything dee do. Lord! suh, hit cyars me back so sometimes, I mos' fur- git de ain' nuver been no war nor nuttin'. Yes, suh, dee tu'ns de house upside down when dee comes, jes ' like Marse Phil an' Meh Lady. Um-m! [making that peculiar sound so inde- scribably suggestive], dee used to jes' teoh de wull to pieces. You see, after Marse Jeems die an' lef' Mistis heah wid j es ' dem two, she used to gi' Iem dee head, an' dee all over de plantation. 98 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR Meh Lady (de little white mistis), in her little white apron wid her curls all down in her eves, used to look white 'mong dem urr chil'ns as a clump o' blackberry blossoms 'mong de black- berries. I don' keer what Hannah do wid dat hyah it wouldn' lay smoove. An' her eyes! I do b'lieve she laugh mo' wid 'em 'n wid her mouf. She wuz de 'light o' dis plantation! When she 'd come in you' house 'twuz like you 'd shove back de winder an' let piece o' de sun in on de fib '-you could almos' see by her! An' Marse Phil, lie used to wyah her! I don' keer whar you see one, dyah turr, she lookin' up at him, pushin' her hyah back out her big brown eyes, an' tryin' to do jes' what he do. When Marse Phil went byah-footed, she had to go byah-footed too, an' she 'd foller him down to de mill-pond th'oo briers an' ev'ywhar, wid her little white foots scratchin' an' gittin' briers in 'em; but she ain' mine dat so he ain' lef ' her. Dat's de way 'twuz, spang tell Marse Phil went to college, or you jes' as well say, tell he went in de army, cause he home ev'y Christmas an' holiday all de time he at de univusity, an' al'ays got somebody or nurr wid him. You cyarn' keep bees 'way after dee fine de honeysuckle bush, an' dem young bucks dee used to be roun' 99 IN OLE VIRGINIA her constant. Hit look like ef she drap her hankcher hit teck all on 'em to pick 't up. Dee so perseverin' (Mr. Watkins spressly), I tell Hannah I specks one on 'em gwine be Mistis' son-in-law; but Hannah say de chile jes' 'joyin' herself an' projeckin' wid 'em, an' ain' love none on 'em hard as Marse Phil. An ' so 'twuz! Hannah know. Tier cap 'n ain' come yit! When dee cap'n come dee know it, an' ef dee don' know it when he come, dee know it pointedly when he go 'way. "We wuz rich den, quarters on ev'y hill, an' niggers mo' 'n you could tell dee names; dee used to be thirty cradlers in de harves'-fiel' an' binders mo' 'n you kin count. "Den Marse Phil went in de war. You wuz too young to know 'bout dat, marster Say you wuz Dat's so!" (This in ready acquiescence to my reply that every Southerner knew of the war.) "Well, hit 'peared like when it start de ladies wuz ambitiouser for it mos' 'n de mens. Um! dee wuz rank, sho' 'nough. At fust dee didn' know what 'twuz, hit come so sudden. One mornin' I was standin' right by de po'ch, an' Marse Phil ride up in de yard. I see him time he tunned de curve o' de avenue; I know he seat, 'cause I larn him to ride; dese hands set him up 100 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR on de horse fust time he ever tetch de saddle, when he little fat legs couldn' retch to de little skeurts. Well, I call Mistis an' Meh Lady, an' dee come out jes' as he gallop up in de yard. He speak to me, an' run up de gre't steps, an' Mis- tis teck him right in her arms, an' helt him farst, an' when she le' him go her face look mighty cu 'yus; an' when dee went into de house I notice Marse Phil taller'n he wuz at Christmas, an' he han ' 'em in stately like he pa. "'Twuz he done come home to go in de army, an' he done stop in lichmon' to git he permis- sion, 'cause he feared he ma oon' let him go bedout it; an' lie say, Mr. Watkins an' heap o' de boys done lef' an' gone home to raise com- panies. Mistis-Hannah say-grieve might'ly when tain' nobody see her, an' she got her do' locked heap, sayin' her prars for him; but she ain' say a wud 'bout he goin', she nor Meh Lady nurr-dee jes' dat ambitious 'bout it. De thory- breds goes wid dee heads up till dee drap, you know. "After dat you ain' see nuttin' but gittin ready; cuttin' an' sewin', an' meckin' tents, an' bandages, an' uniforms, an' lint-'twuz wuss'n when dee meckin' up de folks' winter do 'es! an' when Marse Phil fetch he s'o'de home an' put 101 IN OLE VIRGINIA on he boots an' spurs whar I done black, an' git he seat on Paladin, twarn' nay han' on de place but what say Marse Phil 'bleeged to whup 'em ef dee come close enough. Well, so he went off to de war, an' Left-hand Torm went wid him to wait on him an' ten' to de horses, and Mistis an' Meh Lady ain' had time to cry tell dee rid roun' de curve, an' Marse Phil tu'n an' wave he hat to 'em stan'in dyah on de po'ch; an' den Mistis tu'n roun' an' walk in de house right quick wid her mouf wuckin', an' lock herse'f in her cham- ber, an' Meh Lady set down on de steps an' cry by herse'f. " Dat wuz de een o' de ole times, an' dem whar ai' nuver had dee foots to git 'quainted wid de ground wuz stomped down in de dut. "Oh! yes, suh, he come back," said he pres- ently, in answer to a question from me, "but de war had been gwine on for mo' 'n a year befo' he did. Heaps o' urr soldiers used to come; dee'd kiver up de gre't road an' de plantation sometimes, an' eat up ev'ything on de place. But Marse Phil he ain' nuver git home; he 'bleeged to stay to keep de Yankeys back; he wid Gener '1 Jackson, an' he fightin' all de time; he git two or th'ee balls th'oo he clo'es an' he cap-he write we all 'bout it; two bring de blood, 102 MIEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR but not much, he say, dee jes' sort o' bark him. Oh! dee wuz jes' p'intedly notifyin' him; ev'y chance dee'd git dee'd plump at him same as when you'd plump at de middle man. But dat am' pester him, chile ! "But one mornin' when we ain' heali from him in long time an' think he up in de valley, Marse Phil ride right up in de yard, an' Mistis' face light up to see him tell she look mos' like a young ooman. He say he ain' got long to stay, dat de army gwine down de big road an' he 'bleeged to git right back to he bat'ry-he jes' ride 'cross to see he ma an' Meh Lady an' all on us, he say, an' he mighty hongry, 'cause he aimn' had nuttin' to eat sence early de day befo', an' lie want me to feed Paladin at de rack; an' Meh Lady, chile! she lef' him walkin' 'bout in de house wid he ma, wid he arm roun' her, an' twis'in' he mustache, whar showin' leetle sense he sich a man, an' axin' he ma don't she think it a fine mustache, dat all de girls say 'tis, an' axin ' 'bout ev 'ybody; an' she come out an' 'tend to gittin' him some 'n' to eat wid her own hands, an' he sut'n'y did eat hearty; an' den he come 'way, an' he stoop down an' kiss he ma an' Meli Lady, an' tell 'em he gwine to be a cun'l one dese days; an' Mistis she ain' able to say nuttin', 103 IN OLE VIRGINIA but jes' look at him wistful as he went down de steps, den she run down after him an' ketch him after he git on de groun' an kiss him an' breck out cryin'; she say she ain' begrudge him, but she love him so much. He kiss her mighty sorf' two or th'ee times, an' den she let him go, an' he come an' git on he horse an' rid 'way at a gallop out de back gate wid he cap on de side he head, an' dee went in de house, an' dat horse warn' go up de stable right den. "De nex' day we heah de cannons 'way down de country jes' like thunder right study, an' Mistis an' Meh Lady dee set on de po'chl an' listen to 'em wid dee face mighty solemn all day long. An' dat night 'bout de fust rooster-crow Left-hand Torm come home on de gray, an' knock at Mistis' winder, an' say Marse Phil done shoot in de breast, an' he don't know wherr he dead or not; he say he warn' dead when he come 'way, but de doctor wuz wid him, an' he had sent him after he ma to come to him at once, an' he had been ridin' hard all night long ever sence jes' befo' sunset; an' Torm say he bat'ry wuz de fust on de groun', an' he post it on de aidge o' de woods in a oat-fiel', jes' like, cradlers, you know, an' he drive de enemy out dee breas'- wucks, an' he see him when he lead he bat'ry 104 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR 'cross de oat-fiel', he guns all six in a strainin' gallop, an' he and Paladin in de lead cheerin', wid bullits an' shells hailin' all roun' him; an' he wuz de fust man in de redoubt, he say, an' he fall jes' as he jump he horse over, an' den he lay dyah an' fight he guns tell he faint. Ani' Torm say de generl' say he'd ruther been Marse Phil fightin' he bat 'ry dat day den 'a' been President de Confederate States. "Well, suh, Mtistis she had jump out o' bed de fust step o' Torm in de yard; she hadn' even teck off her clo'es, an' she jes' stand still like she ain' healh good, wid her face lookin' like she done dead. Melh Lady she tell Torm to tell me to git de kerridge as soon as I kin, an' to tell her mammy please to come dyah quick. "An' when day broke I wuz standin' at de gate wid de kerridge; done feed my horses an' a good bag o' clean oats in de boot. -Mistis she come out wid Meh Lady an Hannah, an' her face sut'n'y wuz grievious. I ain' know tell I see de way she look how it hu't her, but I been see dead folks look better'n she look den. All she say wuz: " 'Try an' git me dyah, Billy;' an' I say, 'Yes'm, I'm gwine to ef Gord'11 le' me.' I did 105 IN OLE VIRGINIA git her dyalh, too; ef I didn' meek dem horses finder! "But dead mens! I nuver see as many in my life as I see dat evenin'. Amb'lances an' wag- gins full on 'em, an' dem whar jes' good as dead; de road wuz chocked up wid 'em! Dee all know Marse Phil bat'ry; dee say hit de fust in de fight yistidy an' it cut all to pieces; an' pres'n'y a gent'man whar I ax as he gallop past me rein up he horse an' say he know him well, an' he wuz shot yistidy an' left on de fiel'; he done teck off he cap when he see Mistis an' Meh Lady in de kerridge, an' he voice drapt mighty low, an' he say Marse Phil wuz shot 'bout fo' o'clock leadin' he bat'ry, an' he did splendid wuck. "He voice sort o' 'passionate, an' he face so pitiful when he say dat, I know 'tain' no hope to save him, an' ef I git Mistis dyah in time, dat's all. " 'Drive on quick,' says Mistis, an' I druv on. I done meek up my mine to git she an' Meh Lady to Marse Phil, whar I 'sponsible for dat night, ef Gord'll le' me. An' I did, too, mon! I see de soldiers all 'long de road look at me, an' some on 'em holler to me dat I cyarn' go dat way; but I ain' pay no 'tention to 'em, I jes ' push on; an' 106 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR pres'n'y risin' a little ridge I see de house de gent'man done tell me 'bout, settin' in de oat- fiel' 'bout a half a mile ahead, an' I jes' pushin' for it, when th'ee or fo' inens standin' dyah in de road 'yant de ridge, a little piece befo' ime, say 'Halt.' I ain' pay no 'tention to 'em, jes' drive on so, an' dee holler 'Halt' ag'in; an' when I ain' stop den nuther, jes' drive on right study, a spreckle-face feller run up an' ketch Remus' head, an' anurr one done p'int lie gun right at me. I say, 'Whyn' you le' go de horse, mon! ain' you got no better sense 'n to ketch holt Mistis' horses, juckin' dat horse' mouf dat way! Le' go de horse' head, don' you heah me' "I clar! ef I warn' dat outdone, I wuz jes' 'bout to wrap my whip 'roun' him, when Mistis open de do' an' step out. She say she wan' go on; dee say she cyarn' do it; den she say she gwine, dat her son dyin' dyah in de house an' she gwine to him. She talk mighty sorf' but mighty 'termined like. Dee sort o' reason wid her, but she jes' walk on by wid her head up, ail' tell me to foller her, an' dat I did, mon! an' lef' 'em dyah in de road holdin' dee gun. De whole army couldn ' 'a' keep her fum Marse Phil den. "I got to de house toreckly an' drive up nigh 107 IN OLE VIRGINIA as I could fur de gre't trenches 'cross de yard, whar look like folks been ditchin'. A gent'man come to de do', an' Mistis ax, 'Is he 'live yet' He say, 'Yes, still alive;' an' she say 'Where' an' went right in an' Meh Lady wid her; an I heah say lie open he eyes as she went in an' sort o' smile, an' when she kneel down an' kiss him he whisper he ready to go den, an' he wuz too. "He went dat night in he mother's arms, an' Meh Lady an' Hannah at he side, like I tole 'em I was gwine do when I start fum home dat morn- in', an' he wuz jes' as peaceful as a baby. He tole he ma when he wuz dyin' dat he had try to do he duty, an' dat 'twuz jes' like ole times, when he used to go to sleep in her lap in he own room, wid her arms 'roun' him. Mistis sen' me fur a amb 'lance dat night, an' we put him in de coffin next mornin' an' start, 'cause Mistis she gwine cyar Marse Phil home an' lay him in de gyardin, whar she kin watch him. "We travel all day an' all night, an' retch home 'bout sunrise, and den we had to dig de grave. "An' when we got home Mistis she had de coffin brought in, and cyared him in he own room while we waitin', and she set in dyah all day long wid him, and he look like a boy sleepin' dyah 108 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR so young, in he little gray jacket wid he s'o'de 'cross he breas'. We bury him in de gyardin dat evenin', and dyar warn' 'nough gent'mcns in de county to be he pall-bearers, so de hands on de place toted him, and it ease' me might'ly to git ineh arm onder him right good, like when he wuz a little chap runnin' 'roun' callin' me 'Unc' Billy,' and pesterin' me to go fishin'. And de gener'l write Mistis a letter and say de Confede'cy moan he loss, and he ineck him a cun'l in de oat-fiel' de day he wuz shot, and hit's dat on he tombstone now; you kin go dyah in de gyardin an' read it. "And we hang he s 'o 'de on de wall in he own room over de fireplace, and dyah it hang now for to show to de boys what a soldier he wuz. "Well, after dat, things sut 'n 'y went bad. De house looked dat lonesome I couldn' bvah to look at it; ev'ything I see look' like Marse Phil jes' done put it down, or jes' coinm' after it. Mistis and Meh Lady dee wuz in deep mo 'nin', of co 'se, and it look like de house in mo'nin' too. And Mistis her hyah got whiter and whiter. De on 'y thing 'peared to gi' her any peace o' mine wuz settin' in Marse Phil' room. She used to set dyah all day, sewin' for de soldiers. She ain' nuver let nobody tetch dat room, hit al'ays sort 109 IN OLE VIRGINIA o' secret to her after dat. And Meh Lady she took holt de plantation, an' ole Billy wuz her head man. "Dat's de way 'twuz for two years tell mos' in de summer. Den- "Hit happen one day. I wuz jes' come out meh house after dinner, gwine to de stable. I warn' studyin' 'bout Yankeys, I wuz jes' study- in' 'bout how peaceable ev'ything wuz, when I heah somebody hollerin', and heah come two womens 'cross de hill from de quarters, hard as dee could tyah, wid dee frocks jes' flying. One o' de maids in de yard de first to ketch de wud, and she say, 'De Yankeys!' And 'fo' Gord! de wuds warn' out her mouf befo' de whole top o' de hill wuz black wid 'em. Yo' could see 'em gallopin' and heah de s'o'des rattlin' spang at de house. Meh heart jump right up in meh mouf. But I step back in meh house and got meh axe. And when I come out, de black folks wuz all run out dee houses in de back yard, talk- in' and predictifyin'; and some say dee gwine in de house and stan' behin' Meh Lady; and some dee gwine git onder de beds; and some wuz pacifyin' 'em, and sayin', dee ain' gwi' do nut- tin'. I jes' parse long by 'em right quick, and went 'cross de yard to de house, and I put meh head in and say: 110 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR "'De Yankeys yander comin' down de hill.' "You ought to 'a' seen dee face. Mieh Lady hands drapt in her lap, and she looked at Mis- tis so anxious, she skeer' me. But do' her face tu 'n mighty white, 't warn' mo' 'n a minute. She riz right quiet, and her head wuz jes' as straight as Meh Lady. She says to her: "'Hadn' you better stay here' " I No,' says she, 'I will go with you.' "'Come on,' says she, and dee walked out de do', and locked it behine her, and Mistis put de key in her pocket. "Jes' as she got dyah, dee rid into de yard, an' in a minute it wuz jes' as full of 'em as a bait-go'd is o' wums, ridin' 'g'inst one anurr, an' hollerin' an' laughin' an' cussin'; an' out- side de yard, an' todes de stables, dee wuz jes' swarmin'. Dee ain' ax nobody no odds 'bout nuttin', an' as to key, dee ain' got no use fur dat; jes' bu'st a do' down quicker 'n you kin onlock it. Dee wuz in de smoke-house an' de store-room quicker 'n I been tellin' you 'bout it. But dat ain' 'sturb Mistis, nor Meh Lady nurr. Dee wuz standin' in de front do' jes' as study as ef dee wuz waitin' fur somebody whar come to dinner. Dee come pourin' up de steps an' say dee gwine th 'oo de house. 111 IN OLE VIRGINIA "'There is no one in there,' said Mistis. " ' What are you doin' on de po'ch ' says one, sort o' impident like, wid a thing on he shoulder. I always receive my visitors at my front do',' says Mistis. ".' Don 't you invite 'em in ' says he, sort o' laughin' an' pushin' by her. Jes' den I heah a noige, an' we tu'n roun', an' de hall wuz right full on 'em-had come in de back do'. Mistis tunned right roun' an' walk into de house right quick, puttin' Meh Lady 'long befo' her. Right straight th'oo 'em all she walk, an' up to Marse Phil' room do', whar she stan' wid her back 'g'inst it, holdin' de side. Dee wuz squandered all over de house by dis time an' teckin' ev'y- thing dee want an' didn' want, an' what dee didn' teck dee wuz cuttin' up. But soon as dee see Mistis at Marse Phil' do', dee come right up to her. "'I want to go in dyah,' says one-de same one whar had spoke so discontemptious to de Mistis on de po 'ch. "'' You cyarn' do it,' says Mistis. ".' Well, I'm goin' to,' says he. "'You are not,' says Mistis, lookin' at him right study, wid her head up an' her eyes blazin' 112 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR I had my axe in my han', an' I wuz mighty skeered, but I know ef he had lay his han' on de Mistis I was gwine split him wide open. Ile know better 'n to tetch her, do'. He sort o' parly, like he warn' swade her, an' all de urrs stop an' listen. "' Who 's in dyah' says he. "'No one,' says Mistis. "''Well, what's in dyahi' says he. ".' The memory of my blessed dead,' says 'Mis- tis. She speak so solemn, hit 'peared to kind o' stall him, an' he give back an' mumble some'n'. Pres'n'y do' anurr one come up fum nigh de do', an' say to Mistis: "'Where is you' son We want him.' '''Beyond your reach,' says Mistis, her voice kine o' breakin', an' Meeh Lady bu'st out cryin'. "'His grave is in de gyardin,' she says, wid her hankeher to her eves. "Gord! suh! I couldn' stan' no mo'. I jes' cotch a grip on my axe, an' I ain' know what mout 'a' happen', but he took off he hat an' tu'n 'way. An' jes' den sich a racket riz nigh de do', I thought must be some on 'em got to killin' one 'nurr. I heah somebody's voice rahin' an' pitchin' and callin' 'em thieves an' hounds, an' in a minute, whack, whack, thump, thump, I 113 IN OLE VIRGINIA heah de licks soun' like he hittin' on barrel-head, an' I see a s'o'de flyin' like wheel-spokes, an' de men in de hall dee jes' squander; an' as de larst one jump off de po 'ch, a young gent'man tunned an' walked in de do', puttin' he s'o'de back in he scabbard. When he got 't in, he teck off he cap, an' walkin' 'bout half-way up to we all, he say: "'I kinnot 'pologize 'nough, madam, for dese out'ages; dee officers ought to be shot for toler- atin' it. It is against all orders.' ".' I don't know; it is our first 'sperience,' says Mistis. 'We are much ondebted to you, though, suh.' ".' Mayn 't I interduce myself ' says he, comin' up a little closer to we all, an' meckin' anurr bow very grand. 'I think I may claim to be a kinsman at least of my young Southern cousin here' (meckin' a bow to Meh Lady whar wuz standin' lookin' at him); 'I'm half Virginian myself. f am Captain Wilton, the son of Colonel Churchill Wilton, of de ole army,' says he. "'It is impossible,' says Mistis, bowin' low'n him. 'Churchill Wilton was a Virginian, do' he lived at de Norf; he wuz my husband's cousin an' my dear friend.' (He come from New York or somewhar, an' he had been co 'tin' Mistis 114 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAVARI' same time Marster co't her. I know him well: he gi' me a yaller satin weskit; a likely gent'- man too, but Marster beat him. You know he gwine do dat.) 'But you cannot be his son, nor a Virginian; Virginians never invade Virginia.' " 'But I am, neverdeless,' says he, sort o' smilin'; 'an' I have, as a boy, often hear' him speak of you.' " 'We claim no kinsmen among Virginia's enemies,' says Meh Lady, speakin' fur de fust time, wid her eyes flashin', an' teckin' holt of Mistis' han', an' raisin' herse 'f up mighty straight. She wuz standin' by her ina, I tell you; dee bofe had de same sperit-de chip don' fly fur fum de stump. But he wuz so likely- lookin', standin' dyah in de gre't hall meckin' he bow, an' sayin' he Cap'n Wilton, I nios' think she'd 'a' gi'n in ef it hadn' been fur dat blue uniform an' dat s'o'de by he side. De wud seemed to hut him mons 'ous do', an' he raise he head up mighty like we all folks when dee gittin' outdone. Mistis, she add on to Mleh Lady, an' answer he 'quest 'bout dinner. Ez lie had come to teck possession, says she, de whole place wuz his, an' he could give what orders he please, on'y she an' Meh Lady would 'quest to be ex- cused; an' wid dat she took Meh Lady' han', an' 115 IN OLE VIRGINIA wid a gre't bow start to sweep by him. But dee ain' git ahead o ' him; befo' dee git de wuds out dee mouf, he meek a low bow hisse'f an' say he beg dee pardin, he cyarn' intrude on ladies, an' wid dat he sort o' back right stately to de front do', an' wid anurr bow done gone, he saber clam'rin down de steps. I 'clar', I wuz right sorry fur him, an' I b'lieve Mistis an' Meh Lady dee wuz too, 'cause he sut'n'y did favor Marse Phil when he r'ar he head up so tall, an' back out dat do' so gran'. Meh Lady mine smite her good, 'cause she tu'n to me an' tell me to go and tell 'Lijah to see ef he couldn' get him some'n', an' call him, an' pres'n'y she come in de dinin'-room lookin' herse'f. After 'Lijah set de place do', an' went out to look fur him, dyah wuz a soldier standin' at ev'y po'ch right solum, an' anurr one at de kitchin; an' when we come to fine .out, dee wuz guards Cap'n Wilton done pos' dyah to p'teck de house, but he done gone 'long, so I give he snack to de guards. "Well, dee took mos' all de corn dat our folks done lef' out de corn-house, an' after a while mos' on 'em bridle up an' went 'long, an' den at larst de guards dee went 'long 'hind de turrs; an' de larst one hadn' hardly got to de een de avenue when heah come over de hill some o' 116 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR our men ridin ' 'long de road fum turr way. Aleh Lady wuz standin' in de yard looking mighty 'strustid at de way dee done do de place, 'cause dee had done teoh it all to pieces; an' her eyes light up at de sight o' our men, an' she sort o' wave her hankcher at 'em, an' dee wuz comin' down de hill turr side de creek right study, when, as Gord would have it, we heah a horse foot flyin', an' right fum turr way right down de avenue, he horse in a lather, come dat same young gent 'man, Cap'n Wilton. Our mens see him at de same time, an' start to gallopin' down de hill to git him. He ain' mine 'em do'; he gal- lop up to de gate an' pull a letter out he pocket. AIeh Lady she wuz so consarned 'bout him, she sort o ' went todes him, callin' to him to do pray go 'way. He ain' mine dat; he jes' set still on lie nick-tail bay, an' hole lie paper todes her right patient, tell she run down de walk close up to him, beggin' him to go 'way. Den he teck off he cap an' ben' over, an' present her de paper lie got, an' tell her hit a letter he got fum Gen'l McClenan, lie come back to gi' her. Meh Lady, chile! she so busy beggin' him to go 'way an' save hisse'f, she forgit to thank him. She jes' pleadin' fur him to go, an' hit 'pear like de mo ' she beg, de mo ' partic 'ler he settin' dyah 117 IN OLE VIRGINIA at de gate lookin' at her, not noticin' our mens, wid a sort o' cu'yus smile on he face, tell jes' as our mens gallop up in one side de yard, an' call to him to s'render, he say 'Good-by,' an' tu'nned an' lay he gre't big bay horse' foot to de groun'. Dee shoot at him an' ride after him, an' Meh Lady she holler to 'em not to shoot him; but she needn' fluster herse'f, dee jes' as well try to shoot de win', or ride to ketch a bud, de way dat horse run. He wuz a flyer! He run like he jes' start, an' de Cap'n done ride him thirty miles sence dinner to git dat paper fum Gen'l McClenan fur Meh Lady. "Well, suh, dat night de plantation wuz fyah 'live wid soldiers-our mens; dee wuz movin' all night long, jes' like ants, an' all over todes de gre't road de camp-fires look like stars; an' nex)' mornin' dee wuz movin' 'fo' daylight, gwine 'long down de road, an' 'bout dinner- time hit begin, an' from dat time tell in de night, right down yander way, de whole uth wuz rock- in'. You'd a-thought de wull wuz splittin' open, an' sometimes ef you'd listen right good you could heah 'em yellin', like folks in de harves'- fiel' hollerin' after a ole hyah. " De nex' day we know we all done scotch 'em, an' dee begin to bring de wounded an' put 'em 118 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR in folks' houses. Dee bring 'em in amb'lances an' stretchers, tell ev'y room in de house wuz full up, 'sep' on'y Mistis' chahmber an' Meh Lady' room an' Marse Phil' room. An' dyal wuz de grettest cuttin' up o' sheets an' linen an' things fur bandages an' lint you ever see. Mistis an' Meh Lady even cut up dee under- clo 'es fur lint, 'cause you know dee wuz 'bleeged to have linen, an' Mistis an' MIeh Lady teoh up dee under-clo'es tell dee got smack out. Han- nah had to go 'long afterwards an' gi' 'em some dee done gi' her. Well, so 'twuz, de house wuz full like a hospittle, an' doctors gwine in an' out, an' ridin' back'ards an' for'ards, an' cuttin' off legs an' arms, an' hardly got time to tu'n 'roun'. 'Twuz mighty hard on Meh Lady, but she had grit to stan' it. Hi! de ve 'y mornin' after de battle a doctor come out de room whar a wounded gent'man wuz, an' ketch sight o' 7Meh Lady parsin' th'oo de hall, an' say, 'I want you to help me,' an' she say, 'WAVhat you want me to do' an' he say, 'You've got to hold a man's arm,' an' she say, 'To bandage itV' an' he say, 'No, to cut it off;' an' she say she cyarn' do it, an' he say she kin an' she must. Den she say she'll faint, an' he say ef she do he'll die, an' he ain' got a minute to spyah now. Den ef she 119 IN OLE VIRGINIA ain' walk right in an' hole he arm, tell de doctor cut 't off an' dress it, an' den widout a wud she say, 'Is you done ' an' he say, 'Yes;' an' she walk out an' cross de yard to her mammy' house right quick, an' fall right dead down on de flo'. I wan' dyah, but Hannah sut'n'y wuz outdone 'bout dat thing, an', you know, she ain' nuver let Mistis know a wud 'bout it, not nuver-she so feared she'd 'sturb her! Dat's de blood she wuz; an' dem wuz times folks wa 'n 't dem kind! Well, dat same evenin '-de day after de battle- Meh Lady she ax one de doctors ef many o' de cav'lry wuz into de fight, an' he say she'd think so ef she'd been dyah; dat de cav'lry had meek some splendid charges bofe sides; dat de Yan- key cav'lry had charge th'oo a bresh o' pines on de 'streme left spang up 'g'inst our breas'- wucks, an' a young Yankey cap'n in de front o' all, wid he cap on he s 'o 'de, on a nick-tail bay, had led 'em, an' had spur he horse jam up to our line, an' bofe had fall up 'g'inst de breas'- wucks. I tell you he sut'n'y wuz pleased wid him; he say he nuver see a braver feller; he had made a p'int to try an' save him (an' he'd like to 'a' had dat horse too), but he was shot so bad he fear'd 'tain' much show fur him, as he sort o' knocked out he senses when he fall 120 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR as well as shot. An' he say, 'He sich a likely young feller, an' meek sich a splendid charge, I teck a letter out he pocket to 'dentify him, an' heah 'tis now,' he says; 'Cap 'n Shelly Wilton,' he says, handin' it to Meh Lady. "When he say dat, Meh Lady ain' say nuttin', an' Mistis she tu'n 'roun' an' walk in Marse Phil' room right quick an' shet de do' easy. Den pres'n'y she come out an' ax Meh Lady to have de kerridge gitten, an' den she walk up to de doctor, an' ax him won' he go down wid her to de place whar he lef ' dat young Yankey cap 'n an' bring him dyah to her house. An' she say he her husband' cousin, an' she onder obliga- tions to him. So dee went, honey, down to de battle-fiel' all roun' de road, an' 'twuz mos' wuss 'n when we all went down to de Peninsu- lar after Marse Phil, de road wuz so full of wounded mens; an' when we fine him 'twuz right dyah at dat gap-he fall right dyah, an' dee had cyar'ed him over de hill; an' do' all say he 'bleeged to die, Mistis she had him tecken up an' brung right to her house, an' when we got home she lead de way an' went straight long th 'oo de hall; an', befo' Gord! she opened de do' herse'f an' cyar him right in an' lay him right down into Marse Phil' baid. Some say hit 'cause 121 IN OLE VIRGINIA he marster 's kinfolk; but Hannah, she know, an' she say hit 'cause Mistis grievin' 'bout Marse Phil. I ain' know huccome 'tis; but dyah into Marse Phil' baid dee put him, an' dyah he stay good, an' Mistis an' Meh Lady to nuss him same like he wuz Marse Phil hisse'f. 'Twuz a spell do', I tell you! Dyah wuz all de turrs well an' gone befo' he know wherr he dead or 'live. Mis- tis, after de battle, an' all de 'citement sort o' let down ag'in, had to keep her room right con- stant, and all de nussin' an' waitin' fall on Meh Lady an' Hannah, an' dee sut'n'y did do dee part faithful by all on 'em, till fust one an' den anurr went away; 'cause, you know, we couldn' tell when de Yankeys wuz gwine to come an' drive our mens back, an' our soldiers didn' want to be tecken pris'ners, an' moved 'way. An' pres'n'y dyah warn' none lef' but jes Cap'n Wilton, an' he still layin' dyah in de baid, tossin' an' talkin', wid he eyes wide open an' ain' know nuttin'. De doctor say he wound better, but he got fever, an' he cyarn' hole out much longer; say he'd been dead long ago but he so strong. An' one night he went to sleep, an' de doctor come over fum camp an' say he wan' nuver gwine wake no mo' he reckon, jes' a byah chance ef he ain' 'sturbed. An' he ax Meh Lady kin 122 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR she keep him 'sleep she reckon, an' she say she'll try, an' she did, mon. Mistis she wuz sick in baid an' dyah ain' nobody to nuss him, skusin' Mieh Lady, an' she set by dat baid all dat night an' fan him right easy all night long; all night long she fan him, an' jes' befo' sun up he open he eyes an' look at her. Hannah she jes' gone in dyah, thinkin' de chile tire' to death, an' she say jes' as she tip in he open he eyes an' he look at Meh Lady so cu'yus, settin' dyah by him watchin'; den he shet he eyes a little while an' sleep a little mo'; den he open 'em an' look ag'in an' sort o' smile like he know her; an' den he went to sleep good, an' Hannah she tuck de fan an' sont de chile to her own room to baid. Yes, suh, she did dat thing, she did! An' I heah him say afterwards, when he wake up, all he could think 'bout wuz he done git to heaven. "Well, after dat, Meh Lady she lef' him to Mistis an' Hannah, an' pres'n'y he git able to be holped out on de big po 'ch an' kivered up wid a shawl an' things in a big arm-cheer. An' 'cause Mistis she mos' took to her baid, an' keep her room right constant, Meh Lady she got to entertain him. Oh! she sut 'n 'y did pomper him, readin' to him out o' books, an' settin' by him on de po'ch. You see, he done git he pay-role, 123 IN OLE VIRGINIA an' she 'bleeged to teck keer on him den, 'cause she kind o' 'sponsible for him, an' he sut'n'y wuz satisfied, layin' dyah wid he gray eyes fol- lowin' her study ev'ywhar she tu'n, jes' like some dem pictures hangin' up in de parlor. "I 'members de fust day he walked. He done notify her, and she try to 'swade him, but he monsus sot in he mind when he done meek it up, and she got to gi' in, like women-folks after dee done 'spressify some; and he git up and walk down de steps, and 'cross de yard to a rose-bush nigh de gate wid red roses on it, she walkin' by he side lookin' sort o' anxious. When he git dyah, dee talk a little while, den he breck one and gi' 't to her, and dee come back. Well, he hadn' git back to he cheer befo' heah come two or th'ee gent'mens riding th'oo de place, one on 'em a gener'l, and turrs dem whar ride wid 'em, our mens, and dee stop at de gate to 'quire de way to de hewn-tree ford down on de river, and Meh Lady she went down to de gate to ax 'em to 'light, and to tell 'em de way down by de pond; and when she standin' dyah shadin' de sun from her eyes wid a fan, and de rose in her hand ('cause she ain' got on no hat), de gener '1 say: "'You have a wounded soldier dyahl' 124 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR " 'Yes, he's a wounded Federal officer on parole,' she says; and he say, teckin' off he hat: " 'Dee ain' many soldiers dat wouldn' envy him he prison.' And den she bows to him sort o' 'fusin' like, and her face mos' blushin' as de rose de Cap'n done gi' her what she holdin'; and when dee done rid 'long, an' ain' stop, she ain' gone back to de po'ch toreckly; she come out, and gi' me a whole parecel o' directions 'bout spadin' de border wlhar I standin' heallin' 't all, wid de rose done stickin' in her bosom. "You'd think de way Meh Lady read to him dyah on de big po'ch, she done forgit lhe her pris 'ner and Virginia' enemy. She ain' do'; sle jes' as rapid to teck up for de rebels as befo' he come; I b'lieve she rapider; she call herse'f rebel, but she ain' le' him name it. I 'member one mornin' she come in out de fiel' an' jump off her horse, an' set down by himii in her ridin'- frock, and she call herse'f a rebel, an' pres'n'y lie name us so too, an' she say he sha 'n 't call 'em so, an' he laugh an' call 'em so ag'in, jes' dyah- sen, an' she git up an' walk right straight in de house, head up in de air. He tell her de rebels wuz 'treatin', but she ain' dignify to notice dat. He teck up a book an' 'pose hese'f, but he ain' read much; den he try to sleep, but de flies 'pear 125 IN OLE VIRGINIA to pester him might'ly; den Hannah come out, an' he ax her is she see Meh Lady in dyah. Han- nah say, 'Nor,' an' den he ax her won' she please go an' ax her to step dyah a minute; an' Hannah ain' spicion nuttin' and went, an' Meh Lady say, 'No, she won',' 'cause he done ag- grivate her; an' den he write her a little note an' ax Hannah to gi' 't to her, an' she look at it an' send 't back to him widout any answer. Den he git mad. He twis' round in he cheer might'ly; but 'tain' do him no good, she ain' come back all day, not tell he had to teck he pencil an' write her a sho' 'nough letter; den pres'n'y she come out on de po'ch right slow, dressed all in white, and tell him sort o' for- givin' dat he ought to be 'shamed o' hisse'f, an' he sort o' laugh', an' look like he ain' 'shamed o' nuttin'. "De sut 'n 'y wuz gittin' good-neighborly 'long den. And he watch over her jes' like she got her pay-role 'stid o' him. One day a party o' Yankeys, jes' prowlin' roun' after divilment, come gallopin' in th'oo de place, an' down to de stable, and had meh kerridge-horses out befo' I know dee dyah. I run in de house and tell Mehi Lady. De Cap 'n he wuz in he room and he heah me, and he come out wid he cap on, bucklin' on 126 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR Marse Phil' s 'o 'de whar he done teck down off de wall, and he order me to come 'long, and tell Meh Lady not to come out; and down de steps he stride and 'cross de yard out th'oo de gate in de road to whar de mens wuz wid meh horses at de fence, wid he face right set. ile ax 'em one or two questions 'bout whar dee from dat mornin'; denl he tell 'em who he is and dat dee cyarn' trouble nuffin' heah. De man wid meh horses see de Cap'n mighty pale an' weak- lookin', and he jes' laugh, an' gether up de hal- ters gittin' ready to go, an' call de urrs to come 'long. Well, suh, de Cap'n' eye flash; he ain' say a wud; he jes rip out -Marse Phil' s'o'de an' clap it up 'ginst dat man's side, an' cuss him once! You ought to 'a' seen him le' demn hal- ters go! 'Now,' says de Cap 'n, 'you men go on whar you gwine; dyah de road; I know you, an' ef I heah of you stealin' anything I '11 have you ev'y one hung as soon as I get back. Now, go.' An' I tell you, mon! dee gone quick enough. "Oh! I tell you he sut'n'y had de favor o' our folks; he ain' waste no wuds when he ready; he quick to r'ar, an' rank when he got up jes' like all our fam 'bly; Norf or Souf, dee ain' gwine stand no projeckin'; dee's Jack Robinson. 127 IN OLE VIRGINIA "So 'twuz, Meh Lady sort o' got used to 'pendin' on hiim, an' 'dout axin' her lie sort o' sensed when to 'vise her. "Sometimes dee'd git in de boat on de pond, an' she'd row him while he'd steer, 'cause lie shoulder ain' le' him row. I see 'em of a even- in' jes' sort o' floatin' down deah onder de trees, nigh de bank, or 'mong dem cow-collards, pullin' dem water-flowers,-she aim' got no hat on, or maybe jes' a soldier's cap on her head,- an' hear 'em talkin' 'cross de water so sleepy, an' sometimes he'd meck her laugh jes' as clear as a bud. Dee war'n no pay-role den! "All dis time, do', she jes' as good a rebel as befo' he come. De wagons would come an' haul corn, an' she'd 'tend to cookin' for de sol- diers all night long, jes' same on'y she ain' talk to him 'bout it, an' he sort o' shet he eye and read he book like he ain' see it. She ain' le' Cap'n Wilton nor Cap'n nuttin' else meck no diffunce 'bout dat; she jes' partic'lar to him 'cause he her cousin, dat's all, an' got he pay- role; we all white folks al'ays set heap o' sto' by one rnurr, dat's all she got in her mind. "I almos' begin' to spicionate some'n' my- se'f, but Hannah she say I ain' nuttin' but a ole nigger-fool, I ain' know nuttin' 'bout white 128 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR, folks' ways; an' sho' 'nough, she done prove herse'f. Hit come 'long todes de larst o' fall, 'bout seedin '-wheat time; de weather been mighty warm, mos' like summer, an' ev'ything sort o' smoky, hazy, like folks bunnin' bresh; an' one day d' come fum de post-office a letter for de Cap'n, an' he face look sort o' comical when he open it, an' he put it in he pocket; an' pres'n'y he say he got to go home, he got he exchangenment. Meh Lady ain' say nuttin'; but after while she ax, kind o' perlite, is he well enough yet to go. He ain' meek no answer, an' she ain' say no mo', den bofe stop talkin' right good. "Well, dat evenin' dee come out, an' set on de po 'ch awhile, she wid her hyah done smnoove; den he say some 'n to her, an' dee git up an' went to walk; an' fust he walk to dat red rose-bush an' pull two or th'ee roses, den dee went saun- terin' right 'long down dis way, he wid de roses in lie han', lookin' mighty handsome. Pres 'n 'y I hed to come down in de fiel', an' when I was gwine back to de house to feed, I strike for dis parf, an ' I wuz walkin ' 'long right slow ('cause I had a misery in dis hip heah), an' as I come th'oo de bushes I hyah somebody talkin', an' dyah dee wuz right at de gap, an' he wuz hold- 129 IN OLE VIRGINIA in' her hand, talkin' right study, lookin' down at her, an' she lookin' 'way fum him, ain' say- in' nuttin ', jes' lookin' so miser 'ble wid de roses done shatter all over in her lap an' on de groun'. I ain' know which way to tu'n, an' I hyah him say he wan' her to wait an' le' him come back ag 'in, an' he call her by her name, an' say, 'Won't you!' an' she wait a little while an' den pull her hand away right slow; den she say, sort o' whisperin', she cyarn'. He say some 'n' den so hoarse I ain' meck't out, an' she say, still lookin' 'way fum him on de groun', dat she cyarn' marry a Union soldier. Den he le' go her hand an' rar hese'f up sort o' straight, an' say some'n' I ain' meek out 'sep' hit would 'a' been kinder ef she had let him die when he wuz wounded, 'stid o' woundin' him all he life. When he say dat, she sort o' squinch 'way from him like he mos' done hit her, an' say wid her back todes him he ought not to talk dat way, dat she know she been mighty wicked, but she ain' know 'bout it, an' maybe-. I ain' know what she say, 'cause she start to cryin' right easy, an' he teck her han' ag'in an' kiss it, an' I slip roun' an' come home, an' lef' 'em dyah at de gap, she cryin' an' he kissin' her han'. "I drive him over to de depot dat night, an' 130 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE AVAR he gi' me a five dollars in gold, an' say I must teck keer o' de ladies, I'se dee main 'pendence; an' I tell him I is, an' he sut'ny wuz sorry to tell me good-by. "An' Hannah say she done tell me all 'long de chile ain' gwine mortify herself 'bout no Yankey soldier, don' keer how pretty an' tall he is, an' how straight he hole lie head, an' dat she jes' sorry he gone 'cause he her cousin. I ain' know so much 'bout dat do'. Dat what Hannah al'ays say she tell me. "Well, suh, ef 'twarn' lonesome after dat! Hit 'peared like whip'o'will sing all over de place; ev'ywhar I tu'n I ain' see himi. I didn' know till he gone how sot we all dun git on him; 'cause I ain' de on'y one dun miss him; Hannah she worryin' 'bout him, Mistis she miss him, an' Meh Lady she gwine right study wid her mouf shet close, but she cyarn' shet her eye on me: she miss him, an' she signify it too. She tell Mistis 'bout he done ax her to marrv him some day an' to le' him come back, an' Mistis ax what she say, an' she tell her, an' Mistis git up out her cheer an' went over to her, an' kiss her right sorf; and Hannah say (she wuz in de chahmber an' she hyah 'em), she say she broke out cryin', an' say she know she ought to hate him, but she don't, an' she cyarn', she jes' hate 131 IN OLE VIRGINIA an' 'spise herself; an' Mistis she try to comfort her; an' she teck up de plantation ag'in, but she ain' never look jes' like she look befo' he come dyah an' walk in de hall, so straight, puttin' up he s'o'de, an' when she ain' claim kin wid him back out an' say he cyarn' intrude on her, an' den ride thirty mile' to git dat paper an' come an' set on he horse at de gate so study and our mens gallopin' up in de yard to get him. She wuck mighty study, and ride Dixie over de plantation mighty reg'lar, 'cause de war dun git us so low, wid all dem niggers to feed, she hed to tu'n roun' right swift to git 'em victuals an' clo'es; but she ain' look jes' like she look befo' dat, an' she sut'n'y do nuss dat rose-bush nigh de gate induschus. But dem wuz de enn o' de good times. "Hit 'peared like dat winter all de good luck done gone 'way fum de place; de weather wuz so severe, an' we done gi' de ahmy ev'ything, de feed done gi' out, an' 'twuz rank, I tell you! Mistis an' Meh Lady sent to Richmon' an' sell dee bonds, an' some dee buy things wid to eat, an' de rest dee gin de Gov'ment, an' teck Con- fed'ate money for 'em. She say she ain' think hit right to widhold nuttin', an' she teck Mars- ter' bonds an' sell 'em fur Confed'ate Gunboat 132 MEII LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR stock or some'n'. I use' to hyah 'em talkin' 'bout it. "Den de Yankeys come an' got my kerridge- horses! Oh! ef dat didn' hu't me! I ain' git over it vit. When we hyah dee comin' Meh Lady tell me to hide de horses; hit jes' as well, she reckon. De fust time dee come, dee wuz all down in de river pahsture, an' dee ain' see 'em, but now dee wuz up at de house. An' so many been stealed I used to sleep in de stalls at night to watch 'em; so I teck 'em all down in de pines on de river, an' I down dyah jes' as s'cure as a coon in de holler, when heah dee come tromplin' and gallinupin', an' teck 'em. ev'y one, an' 'twuz dat weevly black nigger Ananias done show 'em whar de horses is, an' lead 'em dyah. He al- ways wuz a mean po' white folks nigger any- ways, an' 'twuz a pity Mistis ain' sell him long ago. Ef I couldn' a teoh him all to pieces dat day! I b 'lieve Meh Lady mo ' 'sturb 'bout 'Nias showin' de Yankeys whar de horses is den she is 'bout dee teckin' 'em. 'Nias he ain' nuver dvah show he face no mo', he went off wid 'em, an' so did two or th'ee mo' o' de boys. De folks see 'em when dee parse th'oo Quail Quarter, an' dee 'shamed to say dee gone off, so dee tell 'em de Yankeys cyar' 'em off, but 'twarn' 133 IN OLE VIRGINIA nothin' but a lie; I know dee ain' cyar' me off; de ax me ef I don' wan' go, but I tell 'em ' Nor.' " Things wuz mons'ous scant after dat, an' me an' Meh Lady had hard wuck to meek buckle and tongue meet, I tell you. We had to scuffle might 'ly dat winter. "Well, one night a cu'yus thing happen. We had done got mighty lean, what wid our mens an' Yankeys an' all; an' de craps ain' come in, an' de team done gone, an' de fences done bu'nt up, an' things gettin' mighty down, I tell you. And dat night I wuz settin' out in de yard, jes' done finish smokin', and studyin' 'bout gwine to bed. De sky wuz sort o' thick, an' ineh mine wuz runnin' on my horses, an' pres'n'y, suh, I heah one on 'em gallopin' tobucket, tobucket, tobucket, right swif ' 'long de parf 'cross de fiel', an' I thought to myself, I know Romnilus' gallop; I set right still, an' he come 'cross de branch an' stop to drink jes' a moufful, an' den he come up de hill. I say, 'Dat horse got heap o' sense; he know he hot, an' he ain' gwine hu't hese'f drinkin', don' keer how thusty lie is. He gwine up to de stable now,' I say, 'an' I got to go up dyah an' le' him in;' but 'stid o' dat, he tu'n 'roun' by de laundry, an' come 'roun' de house to whar I settin', an' stop, an' I wuz jes' 134 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR sayin', 'Well, ef dat don' beat any horse ever wuz in de wull; how he know I heah I when somebody say, 'Good-evenin'.' I sut'n'y wuz disappointed; dyah wuz a man settin' dvah in de dark on a gre't black horse, an' say he wan' me to show him de way th'oo de place. He ax me ef I warn' sleep, an' I tell him, 'Nor, I jes' studyin';' den he ax me a whole parecel o' ques- tions 'bout Mistis and Marse Phil an' all, an' say he kin to 'em, an' he used to know Mistis a long time ago. Den I ax him to 'light, an' tell him we'd all be mighty glad to see him; but he say he 'bleeged to git right on; an' he keep on axin' how dee wuz an' how dee been, an' ef dee sick an' all, an' so 'quisitive; pres'n'y I ain' tell him no mo' 'sep' dat dee all well 'skusin' Mistis; an' den he ax me to show him de way th'oo an' when I start, he ax me cyarn he go th'oo de yard, dat de 'rection he warn' go, an' I tell him 'Yes,' an' le' him th'oo de back gate, an' he ride 'cross de yard on de grahlss. As he ride by de rose-bush nigh de gate, he lean over, an' I thought he breck a switch off, an' I tell him not to break dat; dat Meh Lady's rose- bush, whar she set mo' sto' by den all de res'; an' he say, "Tis a rose-bush, sho' 'nough,' an' he come 'long to de gate, holdin' a rose in lie 135 IN OLE VIRGINIA hand. Dyah he ax me which is Mistis' room, an' I tell him, 'De one by de po'ch,' an' he say he s'pose dee don' use upstyars much now de fam'bly so small; an' I tell him, 'Nor,' dat Meh Lady' room right next to Mistis' dis side, an' he stop an' look good; den he come 'long to de gate, an' when I ax him which way he gwine, he say, 'By de hewn-tree ford.' An' blessed Gord! ef de wud ain' bring up things I done mos' for- git-dat gener'l ridin' up to de gate, an' Meh Lady standin' dyah, shadin' her eyes, wid de rose de Cap'n done gi' her off dat same bush, an' de gener'l say he envy him he prison. I see him jes' plain as ef he standin' dyah befo' me, an' heah him axin' de way to de hewn-tree ford; but jes' den I heah some'n jingle, an' he jes' lean over an' poke some'n heavy in my hand, an' befo' I ken say a wud he gone gallop- in' in de dark. And when I git back to de light, I find six gre't big yaller gold pieces in meh hand, look like gre't pats o' butter, an' ef 't hadn' been for dat I'd 'mos' 'a' believe' 'twuz a dream; but dyah de money an' dyah de horse- track, an' de limb done pull off Meh Lady' rose- bush. "I hide de money in a ole sock onder de j 'ice, and I p'int to tell Meh Lady 'bout it; but Han- 136 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR nah, she say I ain' know who 'tis-jes' s'picion (and so I ain' den); and I jes' gwine 'sturb Mis- tis wid folks ridin' 'bout th'oo de yard at night, and so I ain' say nuttin'; but when I heali Meh Lady grievin' 'bout somebody done breck her rose-bush an' steal one of her roses, I mighty nigh tell her who I b'lieve 'twuz, an' I would, on 'y I don't orn' aggrivate Hannah. You know 'twon't do to aggrivate women-folks. "Well, 'twarn' no gre't while after dat de war broke; 'twuz de nex' spring 'bout plantin'- corn time, on'y we ain' plant much 'cause de team so weak; stealin' an' Yankey teckin' to- gether done clean us up, an' Mistis an' Meh Lady had to gi' a deed o' struss on de lan' to buy a new team dat spring, befo' we could breck up de corn-land, an' we hadn' git mo' 'n half done fo' Richmon' fall an' de folks wuz all free; den de army parse th'oo an' some on 'em come by home, an' teck ev'y blessed Gord's horse an' mule on de place, 'sep' one mule-George, whar wuz bline, an' dee won' have him. Dem wuz turrible times, an' ef Meh Lady an' Mistis didn' cry! not 'cause dee teek de horses an' mules-we done get use' to dat, an' dat jes' meek 'em mad and high-spirited-but 'cause Richmon' done fall an' Gener'l Lee surrendered. Ef dee didn' 137 IN OLE VIRGINIA cry! When Richmon' fall dee wuz 'stonished, but dee say dat ain' meek no diffunce, Gener'l Lee gwine whip 'em yit; but when dee heah Gener'l Lee done surrender, dee gin up; fust dee wouldn' b 'lieve it, but dee sut 'n 'y wuz strusted. Dee grieve 'bout dat 'mos' much as when Marse Phil die. Mistis she ain' nuver rekiver. She wuz al'ays sickly and in bed like after dat, and Meh Lady and Hannah dee use' to nuss her. After de fust year or so mos' a' de folks went away. Meh Lady she tell 'em dee better go, dat dee'l fine dem kin do mo' for 'em 'en she kin now; heap on 'em say dee ain' gwine way, but after we so po' dee went 'way, do' Meh Lady sell some Mistis diamonds to buy 'em some 'n to eat while dee dyah. "Well, 'twan' so ye 'y long after dis, or maybe 'twuz befo', 'twuz jes' after Richmon' fall, Mis- tis get a letter fum de Cun'l-dat's Cap'n Wil- ton; he done Cun'l den-tellin' her he want her to le' him come down an' see her an' Meh Lady, an' he been love Meh Lady all de time sence he wounded heah in de war, an ' al'ays will love her, an' won' she le' him help her any way; dat he owe Mistis an' Meh Lady he life. Hannah heah 'em read it. De letter 'sturb Mistis might'ly, an' she jes' put it in Meh Lady' han's an' tu'n 'way widout a wud. 138 MEHl LADY: A STORY OF' THE ARVA " Meh Lady, Hannah say, set right still a min- ute an' look mighty solemn; den she look at Mis- tis sort o' sideways, an' den she say, 'Tell him no.' An' Mistis went over an' kiss her right sorf. "An' dat evenin' I cyar de letter whar Mistis write to de office. "Well, 'twarn' so much time after dat dee begin to sue Mistis on Marster 's debts. We heah dee suin' her in de co't, an' Mistis she teck to her bed reg'lar wid so much trouble, an' say she hope she won' nuver live to see de place sold, an' Meh Lady she got to byah ev'ything. She used to sing to Mistis an' read to her an' try to hearten her up, meckin' out dat 'tain' meck no diffunce. Hit did do', an' she know it, 'cause we po' now, sho' 'nough; an' dee wuz po'er 'n Hannah an' me, 'cause de, lan' ain' got nobody to wuck it an' no team to wuck it wid, an' we ain' know who it b'longst to, an' hit all done all grow up in bushes an' blackberry bri- ers; ev'y year hit grow up mo' an' mo', an' we git po'er an' po'er. Mistis she boun' to have four, ain' been used' to nuttin' but de fines' bread, jes' as white as you' shu't, an' she so sickly now she got to have heap o' things, tell Meh Lady fyar at her wits' een to git 'em. Dat s all I ever see her cry 'bout, when she ain' got 139 IN OLE VIRGINIA nuttin' to buy what Mistis want. She use' to cry 'bout dat do '. But -Mistis ain' know nothin' 'bout dat, she think Meh Lady got heap mo'n she is, bein' shet up in her room now all de time. De doctor say she got 'sumption, an' Meh Lady doin' all she kin to keep 't fum her how po' we is, smilin' an' singin' fur her. She jes' whah herse'f out wid it, nussin' her, wuckin' fur her, singin' to her. Hit used to hu't me sometimes to heah de chile singin' of a evenin' things she use to sing in ole times, like she got ev'ything on uth same as befo' de war, an' I know she jes' singin' to ease Mistis min', an' maybe she hon- gry right now. " 'Twuz den I went an' git de res o' de money de Cap'n gi' me dat night furn onder de j'ice (I had done spend right smart chance on it gittin' things, meckin' b'lieve I meck it on de farm), an' I put it in meh ole hat' an' cyar it to Meh Lady, 'cause it sort o' hers anyways; an' her face sort o' light up when she see de gold shin- in', 'cause she sut'n'y had use for it, an' she ax me whar I git so much money, an' I tell her somebody gi' 't to me, an' she say what I gwine do wid it. An' I tell her it hern, an' she say how, an' I tell her I owe it to her for rent, an' she bu'st out cryin' so she skeer me. She say she 140 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR owe us ev'ything in de wull, an ' she know we jes' stayin' wid 'em 'cause dee helpless, an' siecl things, an' she cry so I upped an' tole her how I come by de money, an' she stop an' listen good. Den she say she cyarn' tech a cent o' dat money, an' she oodn', mon, tell I tell her I wan' buy de mule; an' she say she consider him mine now, an' ef he ain' she gi' 't to me, an' I say, nor, I wan' buy him. Den she say how much he wuth, an' I say a hunderd dollars, but I ain' got dat much right now, I kin owe her de res'; an' she breck out laughin', like when she wuz a little girl an' would begin to laugh ef you please her, wid de tears on her face an' dress, sort o' April- like. Hit gratify me so, I keep on at it, but she say she'll teck twenty dollars for de mule an' no mo', an' I say I ain' gwine disqualify dat mule wid no sich price; den pres'n'y we 'gree on forty dollars, an' I pay it to her, an' she sont me up to Richmon' next day to git things for Mistis, an' she al'ays meek it a p'int after dat to feed George a little some'n' ev 'y day. "Den she teck de school; did you know 'bout dat Dat de school-house right down de road a little piece. I reckon you see it as you come 'long. I ain' b'lieve it when I heah 'em say Meh Lady gwine teach it. I say, 'She teach nig- 141 IN OLE VIRGINIA gers! dat she ain'! not my young mistis.' But she laugh at me an' Hannah, an' say she been teachin' de colored chil'n all her life, ain' she an' she wan' Hannah an' me to ease Mistis min' 'bout it ef she say anything. I sut 'n 'y was 'posed to it, do'; an' de colored chil'n she been teachin' wuz diffunt-dee b'longst to her. But she al'ays so sot on doin' what she gwine do, she meek you b'lieve she right don' keer what 'tis; an' I tell her pres'n'y, all right, but ef dem niggers impident to her, jes' le' me know an' I'll come down dyah an' wyah 'em out. So she went reg'lar, walk right 'long dis ve'y parf wid her books an' her little basket. An' some- times I'd bring de mule for her to ride home ef she been up de night befo ' wid Mistis; but she wouldn' ride much, 'cause she think George got to wuck. "Tell 'long in de spring Meh Lady she done breck down, what wid teachin' school, an ' settin' up, an' bein' so po', stintin' for Mistis, an' her face gittin' real white 'stid o' pink like peach- blossom, as it used to be, on'y her eyes dee big- ger an' prettier 'n ever, 'sep' dee look tired when she come out o ' Mistis' chahmber an' lean 'g 'inst de do', lookin' out down de lonesome road; an' de doctor whar come from Richmon' to see Mis- 142 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR tis, 'cause de ain' no doctor in de neighborhood sence de war, tell Hannah when he went 'way de larst time 'tain' no hope for Mistis, she mos' gone, an' she better look mighty good after Meh Lady too; he say she mos' sick as Mistis, an' fust thing she know she'll be gone too. Dat 'sturb Hannah might'ly. Well, so 'twuz tell in de spring. I had done plant meh corn, an' it hed done come up right good; 'bout mos' eight acres, right below the barn whar de lan' strong (I couldn' put in no mo' 'cause de mule he wuz mighty ole); an' come a man down heah one mornin', riding a sway-back sorrel horse, an' say dee gwine sell de place in 'bout a mon'. Meh Lady hed gone to school, an' I ain' le' him see Mistis, nor tell him whar Meh Lady is nuther; I jes' teck de message an' call Hannah so as she kin git it straight; an' when Meli Lady come home dat evenin' I tell her. She sut 'n 'y did tu 'n white, an' dat night she ain' sleep a wink. After she put her ma to sleep, she come out to her mammy' house, an' fling herself on Hannah' bed an' cry an' cry. 'Twuz jes' as ef her heart gwine breck; she say 'twould kill her ma, an' hit did. " Mistis she boun' to heah 'bout it, 'cause Meh Lady 'bleeged to break it to her now; and at fust 143 IN OLE VIRGINIA it 'peared like she got better on it, she teck mo' noticement o' ev 'ything, an' her eyes look bright and shiny. She ain' know not yit 'bout how hard Meh Lady been had to scuffle; she say she keep on after her to git herse'f some new clo'es, a dress an' things, an' she oont; an' Meh Lady would jes' smile, tired like, an' say she teachin' now, and don' want no mo' 'n she got, an' her smile meek me mos' sorry like she cryin'. "So hit went on tell jes befo' de sale. An' one day Meh Lady she done lef' her ma settin' in her cheer by de winder, whar she done fix her good wid pillows, an' she done gone to school, an' Hannah come out whar I grazin' de mule on de ditch-bank, an' say Mistis wan' see me to- reckly. I gi' Hannah de lines, an' I went in an' knock at de do', an' when Mistis ain' heah, I went an' knock at de chahmber do' an' she tell me to come in; an' I ax her how she is, an' she say she ain' got long to stay wid us, an' she wan' ax me some 'n, and she wan' me tell her de truth, an' she say I al 'ays been mighty faithful an' kind to her an' hern, an' she hope Gord will erward me an' Hannah for it, an' she wan' me now to tell her de truth. When she talk dat way, hit sut 'n 'y hu.'t me, an' I tole her I sut 'n 'y would tell her faithful. Den she went on an' ax 144 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR me how we wuz gettin' on, an' ef we ain' been mighty po', an ef Meh Lady ain' done stint her- se'f more'n she ever know; an' I tell her all 'bout it, ev 'ythiug jes' like it wuz-de fatal truth, 'cause I done promised her; an' she sut'n'y was grieved, I tell you, an' de tears roll down an' drap off her face on de pillow; an' pres'n'y she say she hope Gord would forgive her, an' she teck out her breast dem little rocks Marster gi' her when she married, whar hed been ole Mistis', an' she say she gin up all the urrs, but dese she keep to gi' Meh Lady when she mar- ried, an' now she feared 'twuz pride, an' Gord done punish her, lettin' her chile starve, but she ain' know hit 'zactly, an' ign'ance he for- give; an' she went on an' talk 'bout Marster an' ole times when she fust come home a bride, an' 'bout Marse Phil an' Meh Lady, tell she lee- tle mo' breck my heart, an' de tears rain down my face on de flo'. She sut'n'y talk beautiful. Den she gi' me de diamonds, an' dee shine like a handful of lightning-bugs! an' she tell me to teck 'em an' teek keer on 'em, an' gi' 'em to Meh Lady some time after she gone, an' not le' nobody else have 'em; an' would n' me an' Hannah teck good keer o' her, an' stay wid her, and not le' her wuck so hard, an' I tell her we 145 IN OLE VIRGINIA sut'n'y would do dat. Den her voice mos' gin out an' she 'peared mighty tired, but hit look like she got some 'n still on her min', an' pres 'n 'y she say I mus' come close, she mighty tired; an' I sort o ' ben ' todes her, an' she say she wan' me after she gone, as soon as I kin, to get the wud to Meh Lady's cousin wahr wuz heah wounded indurin' o' de war dat she dead, an' dat ef he kin help her chile, an' be her pertector, she know he'll do it; an' I ain' to le' Meh Lady know nut- tin' 'bout it, not nuttin' 't all, an' to tell him he been mighty good to her, an' she lef' him her blessin'. Den she git so faint, I run an' call Hannah, an' she come runnin' an' gi' her some sperrits, an' tell me to teck de mule an' go after Meh Lady toreckly, an' so I did. When she got dyah do', Mistis done mos' speechless; Han- nah hed done git her in de bed, which wan't no trouble, she so light. She know Meh Lady, do', an' try to speak to her two or th'ee times, but dee ain' meek out much mo ' 'n Gord would bless her and teck keer on her; an' she die right easy jes' befo' mornin'. An' Meh Lady ax me to pray, an' I did. She sut'n'y die peaceful, an' she look jes' like she smilin' after she dead; she sut'n'y wuz ready to go. "Well, Hannah and Meh Lady lay her out in 146 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR her bes' frock, an' she sho'ly look younger'n I ever see her look sence Richmon' fell, ef she aim' look younger'n she look sence befo' de war, an' de neighbors, de few dat's left, an' de black folks roun' cum, an' we bury her de evenin' after in the gyardin' right side Marse Phil, her fust-born, whar we know she wan' be; an' her mammy she went in de house after dat to stay at night in de room wid Meh Lady, an' I sleep on the front po 'ch to teck keer de house. 'Cause we sut'n'y wuz 'sturbed 'bout de chile; she ain' sleep an' she ain' eat an' she ain' cry none, an' Hannah say dat ain' reasonable, which 'taint, 'cause womens dee cry sort o' 'natchel. "But so 'twuz; de larst time she cry wuz dat evenin' she come in Hannah' house, an' fling herse'f on de bed, an' cry so grievous 'cause dee gwine sell de place, an' 'twould kill her ma. She ain' cry no mo'! "Well, after we done bury Mistis, as I wuz sayin', we sut'n'y wuz natchelly tossified 'bout Meh Lady. Hit look like what de doctor say wuz sut'n'y so, an' she gwine right after her ma. "I try to meek her ride de mule to school, an' tell her I ain' got no use fer him, I got to thin de corn; but she oodn't; she say he so po' she don' like to gi' him no mo' wuck 'n necessary; an' 147 IN OLE VIRGINIA dat's de fact, he wuz mighty po' 'bout den, 'cause de feed done gi' out an' de grass ain' come good yit, an' when mule bline an' ole he mighty hard to git up; but he been a good mule in he time, an' he a good mule yit. "So she'd go to school of a mornin', an' me or Hannah one 'd go to meet her of a evenin' to tote her books, 'cause she hardly able to tote herse'f den; an' she do right well at school (de chil'un all love her); twuz when she got home she so sufferin'; den her mind sort o' wrastlin wid itself, an' she jes' set down an' think an study an' look so grieved. Hit sut'n'y did hut me an' Hannah to see her settin' dyah at de winder o' Mistis' chahmber, leanin' her head on her han' an' jes' lookin' out, lookin' out all de evenin' so lonesome, and she look beautiful too. Hannah say she grievin' herself to death. "Well, dat went on for mo' 'n six weeks, and de chile jes' settin' dyah ev'y night all by her- se 'f wid de moonlight shinin' all over her, meckin' her look so pale. Hannah she tell me one night I got to do some'n, an' I say, 'What 'tis V' An' she say I got to git de wud dat Mistis say to de Cap'n, dat de chile need a pertector, an' I say, 'How' And she say I got to write a letter. Den I say, 'I cyarn' neither read nor 148 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WVAR write, but I can get Meh Lady to write it; an' she say, nor I cyarn', 'cause ain' Mistis done spressify partic lar Meh Lady ain' to know nuttin' 'bout it Den I say, 'I kin git somebody at de post-office to write it, an' I kin pay 'em in eggs;' an' she say she ain' gwine have no po' white folks writin' an' speakin' 'bout Mistis' business. Den I say, 'How I gwine do den' An' she study a little while, an' den she say I got to teck de mule an' go fine him. I say, 'Hi! Good Gord! Hannah, how I gwine fine him De Cap'n live 'way up yander in New York, or somewhar or nuther, an' dat's further 'n Lynch- bu'g, an' I'll ride de mule to death befo' I git dyah; besides I ain' got nothin' to feed him.' "But Hannah got argiment to all dem wuds; she say I got tongue in meh head, an' I kin fine de way; an' as to ridin' de mule to death, 1 kin git down an' le' him res', or I kin lead him, an' I kin graze him side de road ef nobody oon le' me graze him in dee pahsture. Den she study little while, an' den say she got it now-I must go to Richmon' an' sell de mule, an' teck de money an' git on de kyars an' fine him. Han- nah, I know, she gwine wuck it, 'cause she al 'ays a powerful han' to 'ravel anything. But it sut 'n 'y did hu 't me to part wid dat mule, he sich 149 IN OLE VIRGINIA a ambitious mule, an' I tell Hannah I ain' done sidin' meh corn; an' she say dat ain' meek no diff'unce, she gwine hoe de corn after I gone, and de chile grievin' so she feared she'll die, an' what good sidin' corn gwine do den she grievin' mo'n she 'quainted wid, Hannah say. So I wuz to go to Richmon' nex' mornin' but one, befo' light, an' Hannah she wash meh shu 't nex' day, an' cook meh rations while Meh Lady at school. Well, I knock off wuck right early nex' evenin' 'bout two hours befo' sun, 'cause I wan' rest de mule, an' after grazin' him for a while in de yard, I put him in he stall, an' gi' him a half-peck o ' meal, 'cause dat de lahst night I gwine feed him; and soon as I went in wid de meal he swi'ch his tail an' hump hese'f jes' like he gwine kick me; dat's de way he al- 'ays do when he got anything 'g'inst you, 'cause you sich a fool or anything, 'cause mule got a heap o' sense when you know 'em. Well, I think he jes' aggrivated 'cause I gwine sell him, an' I holler at him right ambitious like I gwine cut him in two, to fool him ef I kin, an' meek him b 'lieve 'tain' nothin' de matter. "An' jes' den I heah a horse steppin' 'long right brisk, an' I stop an' listen, an' de horse come 'long de pahf right study an' up todes de 150 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR stable. I say, 'Hi! who dat' an' when I went to de stall do', dyah wuz a gent'man settin' on a strange horse wid two white foots, an' a beard on he face, an' he hat pulled over he eyes to keep de sun out'n 'em; an' when he see me, he ride on up to de stable, an' ax me is Meh Lady at de house, an' how she is, an' a whole parecel o' questions; an' he so p'inted in he quiration I ain' had time to study ef I ever see him befo', but I don' think I is. le a mighty straight, fine- lookin' gent'man do', wid he face right brown like lhe been wuckin', an' I ain' able to fix him no ways. Den he tell me he heah o' Mistis' death, an' lhe jes' come 'cross de ocean, an' lie wan' see Meh Lady partic'lar; an' I tell him she at school, but it mos' time for her come back; an' he ax whichaways, an' I show him de pahf, an' he git down an' ax me ef I cyarn feed he horse, an' I tell him of co'se, do' Gord knows I ain' got nuttin' to feed him wid 'sep' grahss; but I ain ' gwine le ' him know dat, so I ax him to walk to de house an' teck a seat on de po 'ch tell Meh Lady come, an' I teck de horse and cyar him in de stable like I got de corn-house full o' corn. An' when I come out I look, an' dyah he gwine stridin' 'way 'cross de fiel' 'long de pahf whar Meh Lady comin'. 151 IN OLE VIRGINIA "Well, I say, 'Hi! now he gwine to meet Meh Lady, an' I ain' know he name nur what he want,' an' I study a little while wherr I should go an' fin' Hannah or hurry myse'f an' meet Meh Lady. Not dat I b 'lieve he gwine speak out de way to Meh Lady, 'cause he sut'n 'y wuz qual- ity, I see dat; I know hit time I look at him set- tin' dyah so straight on he horse, 'mindin' me of Marse Phil, and he voice hit sholy wuz easy when he name Meh Lady' name and Mistis'; but I ain' know but what he somebody wan' to buy de place, an' I know Meh Lady ain' wan' talk 'bout dat, an' ain' wan' see strangers no way; so I jes' slip out 'cross de fiel' th'oo a nigher way to hit de pahf at dis ve 'y place whar de gap wuz, an' whar I thought Meh Lady mighty apt to res' ef she tired or grievin'. "An' I hurry 'long right swift to git heah be- fo' de white gent'man kin git heah, an' all de time I tu 'nnin 'in meh min'whar I heah anybody got voice sound deep an' cl'ar like dat, an' ax questions ef Meh Lady well, dat anxious, an' I cyarn' git it. An' by dat time I wuz done got right to de tu'n in de pahf dyah, mos' out o' breaf, an' jes' as I tu'nned round dat clump o' bushes I see Meh Lady settin' right dyah on de 'bankment whar de gap use ' to be, wid her books 152 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR by her side on de groun', her hat off at her feet, an' her head leanin' for 'ard in her han 's, an' her hyah mos' tumble down, an' de sun jes' techin' it th'oo de bushes; an' hit all come to me in a min- ute, jes' as clear as ef she jes' settin' on de gap dyah yistidy wid de rose-leaves done shatter all on de groun' by her, an' Cap'n Wilton kissin' her han' to comfort her, an' axin' her oon' she le' him come back some time to love her. An' I say, 'Dyah! 'fo' Gord! ef I ain' know him soon as I lay meh eyes on him! De pertector done come!' Den I know huccome dat mule act so 'sponsible. "An' jes' den he come walkin' long down de pahf, wid he hat on de back o' he head an' he eyes on her right farst, an' he face look so tender hit look right sweet. She think hit me, an' she ain' move nor look up tell he call her name; den she mos' jump out her seat, and look up right swift, an' give a sort o' cry, an' her face light up like she tu'n 't to de sun, an' he retch out bofe he han's to her; an' I slip' back so he couldn' see me, an' come 'long home right quick to tell Hannah. "I tell her I know him soon as I see him, but she tell me I lie, 'cause ef I had I'd 'a' come an' tell her 'bout hit, an' not gone down dyah inter- 153 IN OLE VIRGINIA ferin' wid white folks; an' she say I ain' nuver gwine have no sense 'bout not knowin' folks, dat he couldn' fool her; an' I don' b'lieve he could, a 'tho ' I ain ' 'low dat to Hannah, 'cause hit don' do to 'gree wid wimens too much; dee git mighty sot up by it, an' den dee ain' al'ays want it, nuther. Well, she went in de house, an' dus' ev'ything, an' fix all de furniture straight, an' set de table for two, a thing ain' been done not sence Mistis tooken sick; an' den I see her gwine 'roun' Meh Lady' rose-bush mighty busy, an' when she sont me in de dinin '-room, dyah a whole parecel o' flowers she done put in a blue dish in de middle o' de table. An' she jes' as 'sumptious 'bout dat thing as ef 'twuz a fifty- cents somebody done gi' her. Well, den she come out, an' sich a cookin' as she hed; ef she ain' got more skillets an' spiders on dat fire den I been see dyah fur I don' know how long. It fyah do' me good. "Well, pres 'n 'y heah dee come walkin' mighty aged-like, an' I think it all right, an' dee went up on de po'ch an' shake hands a long time, an' den, meh Gord! you know he tu 'n roun' an' come down de steps, an' she gone in de house wid her hankcher to her eyes, cryin'. I call Hannah right quick an' say, 'Hi, Hannah, good Gord 154 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WARI A'mighty! what de matter now' an' Hannah she look; den widout a wu'd she tu'n roun' an' walk right straight 'long de pahf to de house, an' went in th'oo de dinina'-room an' into de hall, an' dyab she fine de chile done fling her- se'f down on her face on de sofa, cryin' like her heart broke; an' she ax her what de matter, an' she say nuttin', an' Hannah say, 'What he been sayin' to you' an' she say, 'Nuttin';' an' Han- nah say, 'You done sen' him 'way' an' she say, 'Yes.' I)en Hannah she tell her what Mistis tell me de day she die, an' she say she stop cry- in' sort o', but she cotch hold de piller right tight like she in agony, an' she say pres'n'y, 'Please go 'way,' an' Hannah come 'way an' come outdo's. "An' de Cap'n, when lie come down de steps, he went to Meh Lady' rose-bush an' pull a rose off it, an' put 't in a little book in he pocket; an' den he come down todes we house, an' he face mighty pale an' 'strusted lookin', an' he sut'n'y wuz glad to see me, an' he laugh' a lit- tle bit at me fur lettin' him fool me; but I tell him he done got so likely an' agreeable lookin', dat de reason I ain' know him. An' he ax me to git he horse, an' jes' den Hannah come out de house, an' she ax him whar he gwine; an' 155 IN OLE VIRGINIA he 'spon' he gwine home, an' he don' reckon he'll ever see us no mo'; an' he say he thought when he come maybe 'twould be diff'unt, an' he had hoped maybe he'd 'a' been able to prove to Meh Lady some'n he wan' prove, an' git her to le' him teck keer o' her an' we all; dat's what he come ten thousand miles fur, he say; but she got some'n in her mine, he say, she cyarn' git over, an' now he got to go 'way, an' he say he want us to teck keer on her, an' stay wid her al'ays, an' he gwine meek it right, an' lie gwine lef' he name in Richmon' wid a gent'inan, an' gi' me he 'dress, an' I mus' come up dyah ev'y month an' git what he gwine lef' dyah, and re- port how we all is; an' he say he ain' got nuttin' to do now but to try an' reward us all fur all our kindness to him, an' keep us easy, but he wa'n' nuver cornin' back, he guess, 'cause he got no mo' hope now he know Meh Lady got dat on her mine he cyarn' git over. An' he look down in de gyardin todes de graveyard when he say dat, an' he voice sort o' broke. Hannah she heah him th'oo right study, an' he face look mighty sorrowful, an' he voice done mos' gin out when he say Meh Lady got dat on her mine he cyarn' git over. "Den Hannah she upped an' tole him he 156 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WVAII sut'n'y ain' got much sense ef he come all dat way he say, an' gwine 'way widout MIeli Lady+ dat de chile been dat pesterin' herse'f sence her ma die she ain' know what she wan' mos', an' got in her mine; an' ef he ain' got de dictation to meek her know, he better go 'long back whar he came fum, an' he better ain' never set he foot heah; an' she say he sut'n'y done gone back sence he driv dem Yankeys out de do' wid- he s 'ode, an' settin' dyah on lie horse at de gate so study, an' she say ef 'twuz dat man he'd be married dis evenin'. Oh! she was real savig- rous to him, 'cause she sut'n'y wuz outdone; an' she tell him what Mistis tell me de dav she 'easted, ev'y wud jes' like I tell you settin' healb, an' she say now he can go 'long, 'cause ef he ain' gwine be pertector to de chile de plenty mo' sufferin' to be, dat dee pesterin' her all de time, an' she jes' oon' have nuttin' 't all to do wid 'em, dat's all. Wid dat she tu'n 'roun' an' gone in her house like she ain' noticin' him, an' he, suhi! he look like day done broke on 'im. I see darkness roll off him, an' he tu'n roun' an' stride 'long back to de house, an' went up de steps th'ee at a time. "An' dee say when he went in, de chile was dyah on de sofa still wid her head in de piller 157 IN OLE VIRGINIA cryin', 'cause she sut'n'y did care for him all de time, an' ever sence he open he eyes an' look at her so cu'yus, settin' dyah by him fannin' him all night to keep him fum dyin', when lie layin' dyah wounded in de war. An' de on'y thing is she ain' been able to get her premission to marry him 'cause he wuz fightin' 'g'inst we all, an' 'cause she got 't in her mine dat Mistis don' wan' her to marry him fur dat account. An' now he gone she layin' dyah in de gre't hall cryin' on de sofa to herse'f, so she ain' heah him come up de steps, tell he went up to her, an' kneel down by her, an' put he arm 'roun' her an ' talk to her lovin'. "Hannah she went in th 'oo de chahmber pres'n'y to peep an' see ef lie got any sense yit, an' when she come back she ain' say much, but she sont me to de spring, an' set to cookin' ag'in mighty induschus, an' she say he tryin' to 'swade de chile to marry him to-morrow. She oon' tell me nuttin' mo' 'cep' dat de chile seem mighty peaceable, an' she don' know wherr she marry him toreckly or not, 'cause she heah her say she ain' gwine marry him at all, an' she cyarn' marry him to-morrow 'cause she got her school, an' she ain' got no dress; but she place heap o' 'pendence in Sim, Hannah say, an' he 158 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR gone on talkin' mighty sensible, like he gwine marry her wherr or no, an' he dat protectin' he done got her head on he shoulder an' talk to her jes' as 'fectionate as ef she b'longst to him, an'-she ain' say he kiss her, but I done notice partic'lar she ain' say he ain'; an' she say de Chile sut'n'y is might' satisfied, an' dat all she gwine recite, an' I better go 'long an' feed white folks' horse 'stid o' interferin' 'long dee business; an' so I did, an' I gi' himt de larst half-peck o' meal Hannah got in de barrel. "An' when I come back to de house, Hannah done cyar in de supper an' waitin' on de table, an' dee settin' opposite one nurr talkin', an' she po'in out he tea, an' he tellin' her things to make her laugh an' look pretty, 'cross Hannah' flowers in de blue bowl twix' 'em. Hit meek me feel right young. "Well, after supper dee come out an' went to walk 'bout de Yard, an' pres'n'y dee stop at dat red rose-bush, and I see him teck out he pocket-book an' teck sorne'n out it, and she say some 'n, an ' he put he arm-ne 'm' mine, ef Han- nah ain' say he kiss her, I know-'cause de moon come out a little piece right den an' res' Ion 'em, an' she sut'n'y look beautiful wid her face sort o' tu'nned up to him, smilin'. 159 IN OLE VIRGINIA "You mine, do', she keep on tellin' him she ain' promise to marry him, an' of co'se she cyarn' marry him to-morrow like he say; she ain' nuver move fum dat. But dat ain' 'sturb he mine now; he keep on laughin' study. Tell, 'bout right smart while after supper, he come out an' ax me cyarn' I git he horse. I say, 'Hi! what de matter Whar you gwine I done feed yo' horse.' "He laugh real hearty, an' say he gwine to de Co 'te House, an' he wan' me to go wid him; don' I think de mule kin stan' it an' her maminy will teck keer Meh Lady. "So in 'bout a hour we wuz on de road, an' de last thing Meh Lady say wuz she cyarn' marry him; but he come out de house laughin', an' he sut'n'y wuz happy, an' he ax me all sort o' questions 'bout Meh Lady, an' Marse Phil, an' de ole times. "We went by de preacher's an' wake him up befo' day, an' he say he'll drive up dyah after breakfast; an' den we went on 'cross to de Co 'te House, an' altogether 'twuz about twenty-five miles, an' hit sut'n'y did push ole George good, 'cause de Cun'l wuz a hard rider like all we all white folks; he come mighty nigh givin' out, I tell you. 160 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WARA "We got dyah befo' breakfast, an' wash up, an' pres 'n 'y de cluck, Mr. Taylor, come, an' de Cun'l went over to de office. In a minute he call me, an' I went over, an' soon as I git in de do' I see he mighty pestered. He say, 'Heah, Billy, you know you' young mistis' age, don't you I want you to prove it. ' 'Hi! yes, suh, co'se I knows it,' I says. 'Mistis got her an' Marse Phil bofe set down in de book at home.' 'Well, jes' meek oath to it,' says he, easy like. 'She's near twenty-three, ain't she' " 'Well, 'fo' Gord! Marster, I don't know 'bout dat,' says I. 'You know mo' 'bout dat 'n I does, 'cause you kin read. I know her age, 'cause I right dyah when she born; but how ole she is, I don' know,' I says. " 'Cyarn' you swear she's twenty-one' says he, right impatient. " 'Well, nor, suh, dat I cyarn',' says I. "Well, he sut'n'y looked aggrivated, but lie ain' say nuttin', he jes' tu'n to Mr. Taylor an' say: i 'Kin I get a fresh horse heah, suh I kin ride home an' get de proof an' be back heah in five hours, ef I can get a fresh horse; I'll buy him and pay well for him too.' 161 IN OLE VIRGINIA "'It's forty miles dyah an' back,' says Mr. Taylor. " 'I kin do it; I'll be back heah at half-past twelve o'clock sharp,' says de Cun'l, puttin' up he watch an' pullin' on he gloves an' tu 'nnin' to de do'. " Well, he look so sure o' what he kin do, I feel like I 'bleeged to help him, an' I say: " 'I ain' know wherr Meh Lady twenty-th'ee or twenty-one, 'cause I ain' got no learnin', but I know she born on Sunday de thrashin'-wheat time two years after Marse Phil wuz born, whar I cyar' in dese ahms on de horse when he wuz a baby, an' whar went in de ahmy, an' got kilt leadin' he bat'ry in de battle 'cross de oat-fiel' down todes Williamsbu'g, an' de gener'l say he ruther been him den President de Confederate States, an' he 's 'sleep by he ma in de ole gyardin at home now; I bury him dyah, an ' hit's "Cun'1" on he tomb-stone dyah now.' "De Cun'l tu'n roun' an' look at Mr. Taylor, an' Mr. Taylor look out de winder ('cause he know 'twuz so, 'cause he wuz in Marse Phil's bat'ry). ' 'You needn' teck you' ride,' says he, sort o' whisperin'. An' de Cun 'I pick up a pen an' 162 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE AWAR write a little while, an' den he read it, an' he had done write jes' what I say, wud for wud; an' Mr. Taylor meek me kiss de book, 'cause 'twuz true, an' he say he gwine spread it in de 'Ree- cord' jes' so, for all de wull to see. "Den we come on home, I ridin' a horse de Cun '1 done hire to rest de mule, an' I mos' tired as he, but de Cun'l he ridin' jes' as fresh as ef he jes' start; an' he bring me a nigh way whar he learnt in de war, he say, when lie used to slip th'oo de lines an' come at night forty miles jes' to look at de house an' see de light shine in Meh Lady' winder. "De preacher an' he wife wuz dyalh when we git home; but you know Meh Lady ain ' satisfied in her mine yit. She say she do love him, but she don' know wherr she ought to marry Iiii, 'cause she ain' got nobody to 'vise her. But he says he gwine be her 'viser from dis time, an' he lead her to de do' an' kiss her; an' she went to git ready, an' de turr lady wid her, an' her manimy wait on her, while I wait on de Cun'1, an' be he body-servant, an' git he warm water to shave, an ' he cut off all he beard 'cep' lie mus- tache, 'cause Meh Lady jes' say de man she knew didn' hed no beard on lie face. An' Han- nah she sut'n y wuz comiical, she ironin ' an' sew- 163 IN OLE VIRGINIA in' dyah so induschus she oon' le' me come in meh own house. "Well, pres'n'y we wuz ready, an' we come out in de hall, an' de Cun'l went in de parlor whar dee wuz gwine be married, an' de preacher he wuz in dyah, an' dee chattin' while we waitin' fur Meh Lady; an' I jes' slip out an' got up in de j 'ice an' git out dem little rocks whar Mis- tis gin' me an' blow de dust off 'em good, and good Gord! ef dee didn' shine! I put 'em in meh pocket an' put on meh clean shu 't an' come 'long back to de house. Hit right late now, todes evenin', an' de sun wuz shinin' all 'cross de yard an' th'oo de house, an' de Cun'l he so im- patient he cyarn' set still, he jes' champin' he bit; so he git up an' walk 'bout in de hall, an' he sut'n'y look handsome an' young, jes' like he did dat day he stand dyah wid he cap in he hand, an' Meh Lady say she ain' claim no kin wid him, an' he say he cyarn' intrude on ladies, an' back out de front do', wid he head straight up, an' ride to git her de letter, an' now he walk- in' in de hall waitin' to marry her. An' all on a sudden Hannah fling de do' wide open, an' Meh Lady walk out! "Gord! ef I didn 't think 'twuz a angel. "She stan' dyah jes' white as snow fum her 164 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR head to way back' down on de flo' behine her, an' her veil done fall roun' her like white mist, an' some roses in her han'. Ef it didn' look like de sun done come th'oo de chahmber do' wid her, an' blaze all over de styars, an' de Cun'l he look like she bline him. An' 'twuz Hannah an' she, while we wuz 'way dat day, done fine Mis- tis weddin' dress an' veil an' all, down to de fan an' little slippers 'bout big as two little white ears o' pop-corn; an' de dress had sort o' cobwebs all over it, whar Hannah say was lace, an' hit jes' fit MIeh Lady like Gord put it dyah in de trunk for her. "Well, when de Cun 'l done tell her how beau- tiful she is, an' done meek her walk 'bout de hall showin' her train, an' she lookin' over her shoulder at it an' den at de Cun'l to see ef he proud o' her, he gin her he arm; an' jes' den I walk up befo' her an' teck dem things out meh pocket, an' de Cun '1 drap her arm an' stain' back, an' I put 'em 'roun' her thote an' on her arms, an' gin her de res', an' Hannah put 'em on her ears, and dee shine like stars, but her face shine wus'n dem, an' she leetle mo' put bofe arms 'roun' meh neck, wid her eyes jes' runnin' over. An' den de Cun'l gi' her he arm, an' dee went in de parlor, an' Hannah an ' me behine 165 IN OLE VIRGINIA 'em. An' dyah, facin' Mistis picture an' Marse Phil's (tooken when he wuz a little boy), lookin' down at 'em bofe, dee wuz married. "An' when de preacher git to dat part whar ax who give dis woman to de man, he sort o' wait an' he eye sort o' rove to me disconfused like he ax me ef I know; an' I don' know huc- come 'twuz, but I think 'bout Marse Jeems an' Mistis when he ax me dat, an' Marse Phil, whar all dead, an' all de scufflin' we done been th'oo, an' how de chile ain' got nobody to teck her part now 'cep' jes' me; an' now, when he wait an' look at me dat way, an' ax me dat, I 'bleeged to speak up, I jes' step for'ard an' say: " 'Gord.' "An' jes' den de sun crawl roun' de winder shetter an' res' on her like it pourin' light all over her. "An' dat night when de preacher was gone wid he wife, an' Hannah done drapt off to sleep, I wuz settin' in de do' wid meh pipe, an' I heah 'em settin' dyah on de front steps, dee voices soun'in' low like bees, an' de moon sort o' melt- in' over de yard, an' I sort o' got to studyin' an' hit 'pear like de plantation 'live once mo', an' de ain' no mo' scufflin', an' de ole times done come back ag'in, an' I heah meh kerridge-horses 166 MEH LADY: A STORY OF THE WAR stompin' in de stalls, an ' de place all cleared up ag'in, an' fence all roun' de pahsture, an' I smell de wet clover-blossoms right good, an' Marse Phil an' Meh Lady done come back, an' runnin' all roun' me, climbin' up on meh knees, callin' me 'Une' Billy,' an' pesterin' me to go fishin', while somehow Meh Lady an' de Cun'l, settin' dyah on de steps wid dee voice hummin' low like water runnin' in de' dark- "An' dat Phil, suh," he broke off, rising from the ground on which we had been seated for some time, "dat Phil, suh, he mo' like Marse Phil 'n he like he pa; an' Billy-he ain' so ole, but he ain' fur behine him." 'Billy," I said; "he's named after-" "Go 'way, Marster," he said deprecatingly, "who gwine name gent 'man after a ole nigger '" 167 This page in the original text is blank. OLE 'STRACTED This page in the original text is blank. OLE 'STRACTED "A aWE, little Ephum! awe, little E-phum! ef LA you don' come 'long heah, boy, an' rock dis chile, I'll buss you haid open!" screamed the high-pitched voice of a woman, breaking the stillness of the summer evening. She had just come to the door of the little cabin, where she was now standing, anxiously scanning the space before her, while a baby's plaintive wail rose and fell with wearying monotony. The log cabin, set in a gall in the middle of an old field all grown up in sassafras, was not a very in- viting-looking place; a few hens loitering about the new hen-house, a brood of half-grown chick- ens picking in the grass and watching the door, and a runty pig tied to a " stob, " were the only signs of thrift; yet the face of the woman cleared up as she gazed about her and afar off, where the gleam of green made a pleasant spot, where the corn grew in the river-bottom; for it was her home, and the best of all was she thought it be- longed to them. 171 IN OLE VIRGINIA A rumble of distant thunder caught her ear, and she stepped down and took a well-worn garment from the clothes-line, stretched between two dogwood forks, and having, after a keen glance down the path through the bushes, satis- fied herself that no one was in sight, she returned to the house, and the baby's voice rose louder than before. The mother, as she set out her ironing table, raised a dirge-like hymn, which she chanted, partly from habit and partly in self-defence. She ironed carefully the ragged shirt she had just taken from the line, and then, after some search, finding a needle and cotton, she drew a chair to the door and proceeded to mend the garment. "Dis de on'ies' shut Ole 'Stracted got," she said, as if in apology to herself for being so careful. The cloud slowly gathered over the pines in the direction of the path; the fowls carefully tripped up the path, and after a prudent pause at the hole, disappeared one by one within; the chickens picked in a gradually contracting cir- cuit, and finally one or two stole furtively to the cabin door, and after a brief reconnoissance came in, and fluttered up the ladder to the loft, where they had been born, and yet roosted. Once 172 OLE 'STRACTED more the baby's voice prevailed, and once more the woman went to the door, and, looking down the path, screamed, "Awe, little Ephum! awe, little Ephum! " "Ma'm," came the not very distant answer from the bushes. "Why 'n 't you come 'long heah, boy, an' rock dis chile " "Yes'm, I comin'," came the answer. She waited, watching, until there emerged from the bushes a queer little caravan, headed by a small brat, who staggered under the weight of an- other apparently nearly as large and quite as black as himself, while several more of vari- ous degrees of diminutiveness struggled along behind. "Ain't vou heah me callin' you, boy You better come when I call you. I'll tyah you all to pieces! " pursued the woman, in the angriest of keys, her countenance, however, appearing un- ruffled. The head of the caravan stooped and deposited his burden carefully on the ground; then, with a comical look of mingled alarm and penitence, he slowly approached the door, keep- ing his eye watchfully on his mother, and, pick- ing his opportunity, slipped in past her, dodging skilfully just enough to escape a blow which she 173 IN OLE VIRGINIA aimed at him, and which would have "slapped him flat" had it struck him, but which, in truth, was intended merely to warn and keep him in wholesome fear, and was purposely aimed high enough to miss him, allowing for the certain dodge. The culprit, having stifled the whimper with which he was prepared, flung himself on to the foot of the rough plank cradle, and began to rock it violently and noisily, using one leg as a lever, and singing an accompaniment, of which the only words that rose above the noise of the rockers were "By-a-by, don't you cry; go to sleep, little baby;" and sure enough the baby stopped crying and went to sleep. Eph watched his mammy furtively as she scraped away the ashes and laid the thick pone of dough on the hearth, and shovelled the hot ashes upon it. Supper would be ready directly, and it was time to propitiate her. He bethought himself of a message. "Mammy, Ole 'Stracted say you must bring he shut; he say he marster comin' to-night." "How he say he isO" inquired the woman, with some interest. "Ile ain' say-jes' say he want he shut. He sutny is comical-he layin' down in de baid." 174 OLE 'STRACTED Then, having relieved his mind, Eph went to sleep in the cradle. " 'Layin' down in de baid' " quoted the woman to herself as she moved about the room. "I 'ain' nuver 'hearn 'bout dat befo'. Dat sutnv is a comical ole man anvways. He say he used to live on dis plantation, an' yit he al 'ays talkin' 'bout de gret house an' de fine kerridges dee used to have, an' 'bout he marster comin' to buy him back. De 'ain' nuver been no gre't house on dis place, not sence I know nuttin' 'bout it, 'cep' de overseer house whar dat man live. I heah Ephum say Aunt Dinah tell him de ole house whar used to be on de hill whar dat gre't oak-tree is in de pines bu'nt down de year he wuz born, an' he ole marster had to live in de overseer house, an' hit break he heart, an' dee teck all he niggers, an' dat's de way he come to b'longst to we all; but dat ole man ain' know nuttin' 'bout dat house, 'cause hit bu 'nt down. I wonder whar lie did come from e" she pursued, "an' what he sho' 'nough name He sholy couldn' been named 'Ole 'Stracted,' jes' so; dat ain' no name 'tall. Yit ef he ain' 'stracted, 'tain' nobody is. He ain' even know lie own name," she continued, presently. "Say lie marster '11 know him when he come-ain' 175 IN OLE VIRGINIA know de folks is free; say he marster gwi buy him back in de summer an' kyar him home, an' 'bout de money he gwine gi' him. Ef he got any money, I wonder he live down dyah in dat evil-sperit hole." And the woman glanced around with great complacency on the picture- pasted walls of her own by no means sumptu- ously furnished house. "Money!" she repeated aloud, as she began to rake in the ashes, "He ain' got nuttin'. I got to kyar him piece o' dis bread now," and she went off into a dream of what they would do when the big crop on their land should be all in, and the last payment made on the house; of what she would wear, and how she would dress the children, and the appear- ance she would make at meeting, not reflecting that the sum they had paid on the property had never, even with all their stinting, amounted in any one year to more than a few dollars over the rent charged for the place, and that the eight hundred dollars yet due on it was more than they could make at the present rate in a life- time. "Ef Ephum jes' had a mule, or even some- body to help him," she thought, "but he ain' got nuttin'. De chil'n ain' big 'nough to do nuttin' but eat; he ain' got no brurrs, an' he 176 OLE 'STRACTED deddy took 'way an' sold down Souf de same time my ole marster whar dead buy him; dat's what I al'ays heah 'em say, an' I know he's dead long befo' dis, 'cause I heah 'em say dese Virginia niggers earn stan' hit long deah, hit so hot, hit frizzle 'em up, an' I reckon he die befo' he ole marster, whar I lieah say die of a broked heart torectly after dee teck lie niggers an' sell 'em befo' he face. I heah Aunt Dinah say dat, an' dat he might'ly sot on he ole servants, spressaly on Ephum deddy, whar named Little Ephum, an' whar used to wait on him. Dis Inus' 'a' been a gre't place dem days, 'cordin' to what dee say." She went on: "Dee say he sutny live strong, wuz jes' rich as cream, an' weahed lhe blue coat an' brass buttons, an' lived in dat ole house whar wuz up whar de pines is now, an' whar bu'nt down, like he owned de wull. An' now look at it; dat man own it all, an' cuttin' all de woods off it. He don' know nuttin' 'bout black folks, ain' nuver been fotch up wid 'em. Who ever heah he name 'fo' he come heah an' buy de place, an' move in de overseer house, an' charge we all eight hundred dollars for dis land, jes' 'cause it got little piece o' bottom on it, an' forty-eight dollars rent besides, wid he ole stingy wife whar oon' even gi' 'way butter- 177 IN OLE VIRGINIA milk!" An expression of mingled disgust and contempt concluded the reflection. She took the ash-cake out of the ashes, slapped it first on one side, then on the other, with her hand, dusted it with her apron, and walked to the door and poured a gourd of water from the piggin over it. Then she divided it in half; one half she set up against the side of the chim- ney, the other she broke up into smaller pieces and distributed among the children, dragging the sleeping Eph, limp and soaked with sleep, from the cradle to receive his share. Her man- ner was not rough-was perhaps even tender- but she used no caresses, as a white woman would have done under the circumstances. It was only toward the baby at the breast that she exhibited any endearments. Her nearest ap- proach to it with the others was when she told them, as she portioned out the ash-cake, " Mammy ain t got nuttin' else; but nuver min', she gwine have plenty o' good meat next year, when deddy done pay for he land." "Hi! who dat out dyah" she said, suddenly. "Run to de do', son, an' see who dat comin'," and the whole tribe rushed to inspect the new- comer. It was, as she suspected, her husband, and as 178 OLE 'STRACTED soon as he entered she saw that something was wrong. He dropped into a chair, and sat in moody silence the picture of fatigue, physical and mental. After waiting for some time, she asked, indifferently," What de matter e" " Dat man. ' "What he done do now I" The query was sharp with suspicion. "He say he ain' gwine let me have my land." "He 's a half-strainer, " said the woman, with sudden anger. "How he gwine help it Ain' you got crap on it" She felt that there must be a defence against such an outrage. "'He say he ain' gwine wait no longer; dat I wuz to have tell Christmas to finish payin' for it, an' I ain' do it, an' now he done change he min '. I" "'Tell dis Christmas comin'," said his wife, with the positiveness of one accustomed to ex- pound contracts. "Yes; but I tell you he say he done change he min'." The man had evidently given up all hope; he was dead beat. "De crap's yourn," said she, affected by his surrender, but prepared only to compromise. "He say lie gwine teck all dat for de rent, and dat he gwine drive Ole 'Stracted 'way too." 179 IN OLE VIRGINIA "He ain' nuttin' but po' white trash!" It expressed her supreme contempt. "He say he'll gi' me jes' one week mo' to pay him all he ax for it," continued he, forced to a correction by her intense feeling, and the in- stinct of a man to defend the absent from a wo- man's attack, and perhaps in the hope that she might suggest some escape. "He ain' nuttin' sep po' white trash!" she repeated. " How you gwine raise eight hundred dollars at once Dee kyarn nobody do dat. Gord mout! He ain' got good sense." "You ain' see dat corn lately, is you" he asked. "Hit jes' as rank! You can almos' see it growin' ef you look at it good. Dat's strong land. I know dat when I buy it. " He knew it was gone now, but he had been in the habit of calling it his in the past three years, and it did him good to claim the owner- ship a little longer. "I wonder whar Marse Johnny is" said the woman. He was the son of her former owner; and now, finding her proper support failing her, she instinctively turned to him. "He wouldn' let him turn we all out. " "He ain' got nuttin', an' ef he is, he kyarn get it in a week," said Ephraim. 180 OLE 'STRACTED "Kyarn you teck it in de co'tf' " Dat's whar he say he gwine have it ef I don' git out," said her husband, despairingly. Her last defence was gone. "Ain' you hongry" she inquired. "What you got" "I jes' gwine kill a chicken for you." It was her nearest approach to tenderness, and he knew it was a mark of special attention, for all the chickens and eggs had for the past three years gone to swell the fund which was to buy the home, and it was only on special occa- sions that one was spared for food. The news that he was to be turned out of his home had fallen on him like a blow, and had stunned him; he could make no resistance, he could form no plans. He went into a rough es- timate as he waited. "Le' me see: I done wuck for it three years dis Christmas done gone; how much does dat meek" " An' fo' dollars, an' five dollars, an ' two dollars an' a half last Christmas from de chick- ens, an' all dem ducks I done sell he wife, an' de washin' I been doin' for 'em; how much is dat" supplemented his wife. "Dat's what I say! " 181 IN OLE VIRGINIA His wife endeavored vainly to remember the amount she had been told it was; but the unac- counted-for washing changed the sum and de- stroyed her reliance on the result. And as the chicken was now approaching perfection, and required her undivided attention, she gave up the arithmetic and applied herself to her cul- inary duties. Ephraim also abandoned the attempt, and waited in a reverie, in which he saw corn stand so high and rank over his land that he could scarcely distinguish the balk, and a stable and barn and a mule, or maybe two-it was a pos- sibility-and two cows which his wife would milk, and a green wagon driven by his boys, while he took it easy and gave orders like a master, and a clover patch, and wheat, and he saw the yellow grain waving, and heard his sons sing the old harvest song of "Cool Water" while they swung their cradles, and- "You say he gwine turn Ole 'Stracted out, too " inquired his wife, breaking the spell. The chicken was done now, and her mind reverted to the all-engrossing subject. "Yes; say he tired o' ole 'stracted nigger liv- in' on he place an' payin' no rent." "Good Gord A'mighty! Pay rent for dat 182 OLE 'STRACTED ole pile o' logs! Ain't lie been mendin' he shoes an' harness for rent all dese years" " 'Twill kill dat ole man to tu'n him out (lat house," said Ephraim; "he ain' nuver stay away fr om dyah a hour sence he come heah." "Sutny 'twill," assented his wife; then she added, in reply to the rest of the remark, " Nuver min'; den we'll see what he got in dyah." To a woman, that was at least some compensation. Ephraim's thoughts had taken a new direction. "He al 'ays feared he marster 'd come for him while he 'way," he said, in mere continuance of his last remark. "le sen' nie wud he marster comin' to-night, an' lie want he shut.," said his wife, as she handed him his supper. Ephraim's face ex- pressed more than interest; it -was tenderness which softened the rugged lines as he sat looking into the fire. Perhaps he thought of the old man's loneliness, and of his own father torn away and sold so long ago, before he could even remember, and perhaps very dimly of the beauty of the sublime devotion of this poor old creature to his love and his trust, holding stead- fast beyond memory, beyond reason, after the 183 IN OLE VIRGINIA knowledge even of his own identity and of his very name was lost. The woman caught the contagion of his sym- pathy. "De chil 'n say he mighty comical, an' he lay- in' down in de baid," she said. Ephraim rose from his seat. " Whar you gwine " "I mus' go to see 'bout him," he said, sim- ply. " Ain' you gwine finish eatin ' " "I gwine kyar dis to him."' "Well, I kin cook you anurr when we come back," said his wife, with ready acquiescence. In a few minutes they were on the way, go- ing single file down the path through the sassa- fras, along which little Eph and his followers had come an hour before, the man in the lead and his wife following, and, according to the custom of their race, carrying the bundles, one the sur- rendered supper and the other the neatly folded and well-patched shirt in which Ole 'Stracted hoped to meet his long-expected loved ones. As they came in sight of the ruinous little hut which had been the old man's abode since his sudden appearance in the neighborhood a few years after the war, they observed that the 184 OLE 'STRACTED bench beside the door was deserted, and that the door stood ajar-two circumstances which nei- ther of theni remembered ever to have seen be- fore; for in all the years in which he had been their neighbor Ole 'Stracted had never admit- ted any one within his door, and had never been known to leave it open. In mild weather he oc- cupied a bench outside, where he either cob- bled shoes for his neighbors, accepting without question anything they paid him, or else sat perfectly quiet, with the air of a person waiting for some one. He held only the briefest com- munication with anybody, and was believed by some to have intimate relations with the Evil One, and his tumble-down hut, which lie was particular to keep closely daubed, was thought by such as took this view of the matter to be the temple where he practised his unholy rites. For this reason, and because the little cabin, surrounded by dense pines and covered with vines which the popular belief held "pizonous," was the most desolate abode a human being could have selected, most of the dwellers in that section gave the place a wide berth, especially toward nightfall, and Ole 'Stracted would prob- ably have suffered but for the charity of Eph- raim and his wife, who, although often wanting 185 IN OLE VIRGINIA the necessaries of life themselves, had long divided it with their strange neighbor. Yet even they had never been admitted inside his door, and knew no mnore of him than the other people about the settlement knew. His advent in the neighborhood had been mys- terious. The first that was known of him was one summer morning, when he was found sit- ting on the bench beside the door of this cabin, which had long been unoccupied and left to de- cay. He was unable to give any account of him- self, except that he always declared that he had been sold by some one other than his master from that plantation, that his wife and boy had been sold to some other person at the same time for twelve hundred dollars (he was particular as to the amount), and that his master was com- ing in the summer to buy him back and take him home, and would bring him his wife and child when he came. Everything since that day was a blank to him, and as he could not tell the name of his master or wife, or even his own name, and as no one was left old enough to remember him, the neighborhood having been entirely de- serted after the war, he simply passed as a harmless old lunatic laboring under a delusion. He was devoted to children, and Ephraim's 186 OLE 'STRACTED small brood were his chief delight. They were not at all afraid of him, and whenever they got a chance they would slip off and steal down to his house, where they might be found any time squatting about his feet, listening to his accounts of his expected visit from his master, and what he was going to do afterward. It was all of a great plantation, and fine carriages and horses, and a house with his wife and the boy. This was all that was known of him, except that once a stranger, passing through the coun- try, and hearing the name Ole 'Stracted, said that he heard a similar one once, long before the war, in one of the Louisiana parishes, where the man roamed at will, having been bought of the trader by the gentleman who owned him, for a small price, on account of his infirmity. "Is you gwine in dyah" asked the woman, as they approached the hut. "'Hi! yes; 'tain' nuttin' gwine hu 't you; an' you say Ephum say he layin' in de baid " he re- plied, his mind having evidently been busy on the subject. "An' mighty comical," she corrected hiim, with exactness born of apprehension. "Well I 'feared he sick. " "I ain' nuver been in dyah," she persisted. 187 IN OLE VIRGINIA "Ain' de chil'n been in dyah 7 " "Dee say 'stracted folks oon hu't chill'n. " "Dat ole man oon hu't nobody; he jes' tame as a ole tomcat. " "I wonder he ain' feared to live in dat lone- some ole house by hisself. I jes' lieve stay in a graveyard at once. I ain' wonder folks say he sees sperrits in dat hanty-lookin' place." She came up by her husband's side at the suggestion. "I wonder he don' go home; " " Whar he got any home to go to sep heaven'" said Ephraim. "WAA hat was you mammy name, Ephum'" " Mymy, " said he, simply. They were at the cabin now, and a brief pause of doubt ensued. It was perfectly dark inside the door, and there was not a sound. The bench where they had heretofore held their only com- munication with their strange neighbor was ly- ing on its side in the weeds which grew up to the very walls of the ruinous cabin, and a lizard suddenly ran over it, and with a little rustle disappeared under the rotting ground-sill. To the woman it was an ill omen. She glanced fur- tively behind her, and moved nearer her hus- band's side. She noticed that the cloud above the pines was getting a faint yellow tinge on its 188 OLE 'STRACTED lower border, while it was very black above them. It filled her with dread, and she was about to call her husband's notice to it, when a voice within arrested their attention. It was very low, and they both listened in awed silence, watching the door meanwhile as if they expected to see something supernatural spring from it. "Nem. min'-jes' wait-'tain' so long now- he'll be heah torectly," said the voice. "Dat's what he say-gwine come an' buy me back-den we gwine home." In their endeavor to catch the words they moved nearer, and made a slight noise. Sud- denly the low, earnest tone changed to one full of eagerness. "Who dat" was called in sharp inquiry. "'Tain' nobody but me an' Polly, Ole 'Strac- ted," said Ephraim, pushing the door slightly wider open and stepping in. They had an in- distinct idea that the poor deluded creature had fancied them his longed-for loved ones, yet it was a relief to see him bodily. "W-ho you say you is " inquired the old man, feebly. "Me an' Polly." "I done bring you shut home," said the wo- 189 IN OLE VIRGINIA man, as if supplementing her husband's reply. "Hit all bran' clean, an' I done patch it." "Oh, I thought-" said the voice, sadly. They knew what he thought. Their eyes were now accustomed to the darkness, and they saw that the only article of furniture which the room contained was the wretched bed or bench on which the old man was stretched. The light sift- ing through the chinks in the roof enabled them to see his face, and that it had changed much in the last twenty-four hours, and an instinct told them that he was near the end of his long waiting. "How is you, Ole 'Stracted" asked the wo- man. "Dat ain' my name," answered the old man, promptly. It was the first time he had ever dis- owned the name. "Well, how is you, Ole- What I gwine to call you" asked she, with feeble finesse. "I don' know-he kin tell you." "'Who ' "Who Marster. He know it. Ole 'Strac- ted ain' know it; but dat ain' nuttin'. He know it-got it set down in de book. I jes' waitin' for 'em now. " A hush fell on the little audience-they were 190 OLE 'STRACTED in full sympatlhv with him, and knowing no way of expressing it, kept silence. Only the breath- ing of the old man was audible in the room. He was evidently nearing the end. "I mighty tiired of waitin','' he said, pathetically. "Look out dyah and see ef you see anybody," he added, suddenly. Both of them obeyed, and then returned and stood silent; they could not tell him no. Presently the woman said, "Don' you warn put you' shut on" "What did you say my name was" s" he said. "Ole 'Str-" She paused at the look of pain on his face, shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, and relapsed into embarrassed silence. "Nem min'! dee'll know it-dee'll know me 'dout any name, oon dee " He appealed wist- fully to them both. The woman for answer un- folded the shirt. He moved feebly, as if in as- sent. "I so tired waitin'," he whispered; "done 'mos' gin out, an' he oon come; but I thought I heah little Eph to-day" There was a faint in- quiry in his voice. "Yes, he wuz heah." "Wuz he" The languid form became in- stantly alert, the tired face took on a look of 191 IN OLE VIRGINIA eager expectancy. "Heah, gi' m'y shut quick. I knowed it. Wait; go over dyah, son, and git me dat money. He'll be heah torectly." They thought his mind wandered, and merely followed the direction of his eyes with theirs. "Go over dyah quick-don't you heah me" And to humor him Ephraim went over to the corner indicated. "Retch up dyah, an' run you' hand in onder de second jice. It's all in dyah," he said to the woman--"twelve hunderd dollars-dat's what dee went for. I wucked night an' day forty year to save dat money for marster; you know dee teck all he land an' all he niggers an' tu'n him out in de old fiel' I put 'tin dyah 'ginst he come. You ain' know he comin' dis evenin' is you Heah, help me on wid dat shut, gal-I stan'in' heah talkin' an' maybe ole marster waitin'. Push de do' open so you kin see. Forty year ago, " he murmured, as Polly jambed the door back and returned to his side-"forty year ago dee come an' levelled on me: marster sutny did cry. 'Nem min',' he said, 'I comin' right down in de summer to buy you back an' bring you home.' He's comin', too-nuver to' me a lie in he life-comin' dis evenin'. Make 'aste." This in tremulous eagerness to the wo- 192 This page in the original text is blank. This page in the original text is blank. " Nern mine," he said, " I comin' right down in de summer to buy you back." I This page in the original text is blank. OLE 'STRACTED man, who had involuntarily caught the feeling, and was now with eager and ineffectual haste trying to button his shirt. An exclamation from her husband caused her to turn around, as he stepped into the light and held up an old sock filled with something. "Heah, hol' you' apron," said the old man to Polly, who gathered up the lower corners of her apron and stood nearer the bed. "Po' it in dyah." This to Ephraim, who me- chanically obeyed. He pulled off the string, and poured into his -wife's lap the heap of glit- tering coin--gold and silver more than their eyes had ever seen before. "Hit's all dyah," said the old man, confi- dentially, as if he were rendering an account. " I been savin' it ever sence dee took me 'wav. I so busy savin' it I ain' had time to eat, but I ain' hongry now; have plenty when I git home. " He sank back exhausted. "Oon marster be glad to see me" he asked, presently, in pathetic simplicity. "You know we growed up togerr I been waitin' so long I feared dee 'mos' done forgit me. You reckon dee is" he asked the woman, appealingly. "No, suh, dee ain' forgit you," she said, com- fortingly. 193 IN OLE VIRGINIA "I know dee ain'," he said, reassured. "Dat's what he tell me-he ain' nuver gwine forgit me." The reaction had set in, and his voice was so feeble now it was scarcely audible. He was talking rather to himself than to them, and finally he sank into a doze. A painful silence reigned in the little hut, in which the only sign was the breathing of the dying man. A single shaft of light stole down under the edge of the slowly passing cloud and slipped up to the door. Suddenly the sleeper waked with a start, and gazed around. "Hit gittin' mighty dark," he whispered, faintly. "You reckon dee 'll git heah 'fo' dark e" The light was dying from his eyes. " Ephum, " said the woman, softly, to her hus- band. The effect was electrical. "Heish! you heah dat!" exclaimed the dying man, eagerly. "Ephum"-she repeated. The rest was drowned by Ole 'Stracted's joyous exclamation. "Gord! I knowed it!" he cried, suddenly ris- ing upright, and, with beaming face, stretching both arms toward the door. "Dyah dee come! Now watch 'em smile. All y'all jes' stand back. Heah de one you lookin' for. Marster--Mymy 194 OLE 'STRACTED -heah's Little Ephum!" And with a smile on his face he sank back into his son's arms. The evening sun, dropping on the instant to his setting, flooded the room with light; but as Ephraiin gently eased him down and drew his arm from around him, it was the light of the un- ending morning that was on his face. His -Mas- ter had at last come for him, and after his long waiting, Ole 'Stracted had indeed gone home. 195 This page in the original text is blank. " NO HAID PAWN " This page in the original text is blank. "NO HAID PAWN" IT was a ghostly place in broad daylight, if the glimmer that stole in through the dense forest that surrounded it when the sun was di- rectly overhead deserved this delusive name. At any other time it was-why, we were afraid even to talk about it! and as to venturing within its gloomy borders, it was currently believed among us that to do so was to bring upon the intruder certain death. I knew every foot of ground, wet and dry, within five miles of my father's house, except this plantation, for I had hunted by day and night every field, forest, and marsh within that radius; but the swamp and " ma 'shes" that surrounded this place I had never invaded. The boldest hunter on the plan- tation would call off his dogs and go home if they struck a trail that crossed the sobby boun- dary-line of "No Haid Pawn." "Jack 'my lanterns" and "evil sperits" only infested those woods, and the earnest advice of those whom we children acknowledged to know 199 IN OLE VIRGINIA most about them was, "Don't you never go nigh dyah, honey; hit's de evil-speritest place in dis wull. ' Had not Big William and Cephas and Poliam followed their dogs in there one night, and cut down a tree in which they had with their own eyes seen the coon, and lo! when it fell "de warn no mo' coon dyah 'n a dog!" and the next tree they had "treed in" not only had no coon in it, but when it was cut down it had fallen on Po- liam and broken his leg. So the very woods were haunted. From this time they were aban- doned to the "jack 'my lanterns" and ghosts, and another shadow was added to No Haid Pawn. The place was as much cut off from the rest of the country as if a sea had divided it. The river, with marshy banks, swept around it in a wide horseshoe on three sides, and when the hammocks dammed it up it washed its way straight across and scoured out a new bed for itself, completely isolating the whole plantation. The owners of it, if there were any, which was doubtful, were aliens, and in my time it had not been occupied for forty years. The negroes declared that it was "'gin up'" to the "'ha'nts an' evil sperits, " and that no living being could 200 "NO HAID PAWN " live there. It had grown up in forest and had wholly reverted to original marsh. The road that once ran through the swamp had long since been choked up, and the trees were as thick and the jungle as dense now, in its track, as in the adjacent "ma'sh." Only one path remained. That, it was currently believed by the entire portion of the population who speculated on the subject, was kept open by the evil spirits. Cer- tain it was that no human foot ever trod the nar- row, tortuous line that ran through the brakes as deviously as the noiseless, stagnant ditches that curved through the jungle, where the musk-rats played and the moccasin slept unmolested. Yet there it lay, plain and well-defined, month after month and year after year, as No Haid Pawn itself stood, amid its surrounding swamps, all undisturbed and unchanging. Even the runaway slaves who occasionally left their homes and took to the swamps and woods, impelled by the cruelty of their over- seers, or by a desire for a vain counterfeit of freedom, never tried this swamp, but preferred to be caught and returned home to invading its awful shades. We were brought up to believe in ghosts. Our fathers and mothers laughed at us, and endea- 201 IN OLE VIRGINIA vored to reason us out of such a superstition- the fathers with much of ridicule and satire, the mothers giving sweet religious reasons for their argument-but what could they avail against the actual testimony and the blood-curdling ex- periences of a score of witnesses, who recounted their personal observations with a degree of thrilling realism and a yividness that overbore any arguments our childish reason could grasp! The old mammies and uncles who were our com- panions and comrades believed in the existence of evil spirits as truly as in the existence of hell or heaven, as to which at that time no question had ever been raised, o far as was known, in that slumbrous world. [The Bible was the standard, and all disputes were resolved into an appeal to that authority, the single question as to any point being simply, "Is it in the Bible "] Had not Lazarus, and Mami' Celia, and William, and Twis '-foot-Bob, and Aunt Sukie Brown, and others seen with their own eyes the evil spirits, again and again, in the bodily shape of cats, headless dogs, white cows, and other less palpable forms! And was not their experience, who lived in remote cabins, or wandered night after night through the loneliest woods, stronger evidence than the cold reasoning of those who 202 " NO HAID PAWN " hardly ever stirred abroad except in daylight It certainly was more conclusive to us; for no one could have listened to those narrators with- out being impressed with the fact that they were recounting what they had actually seen with their bodily eyes. The result of it all was, so far as we were concerned, the triumph of faith over reason, and the fixed belief, on our part, in the actual visible existence of the departed, in the sinister form of apparition known as " evil sperits. " Every graveyard was tenanted by them; every old house and every peculiarly des- olate spot was known to be their rendezvous; but all spots and places sank into insignificance compared with No Haid Pawn. The very name was uncanny. Originally it had designated a long, stagnant pool of water lying in the centre of the tract, which marked the spot from which the soil had been dug to raise the elevation on which to set the house. More modernly the place, by reason of the filling up of ditches and the sinking of dikes, had be- come again simple swamp and jungle, or, to use the local expression, "had turned to ma'sh," and the name applied to the whole plantation. The origin of the name the pond had no source; but there was a better explanation than 203 IN OLE VIRGINIA that. Anyhow, the very name inspired dread, and the place was our terror. The house had been built many generations before by a stranger in this section, and the own- ers never made it their permanent home. Thus, no ties either of blood or friendship were formed with their neighbors, who were certainly open- hearted and open-doored enough to overcome anything but the most persistent unneighborli- ness. Wchy this spot was selected for a mansion was always a mystery, unless it was that the new-comer desired to isolate himself completely. Instead of following the custom of those who were native and to the manner born, who always chose some eminence for their seats, he had selected for his a spot in the middle of the wide flat which lay in the horseshoe of the river. The low ground, probably owing to the abun- dance of land in that country, had never been "taken up," and up to the time of his occupation was in a condition of primeval swamp. He had to begin by making an artificial mound for his mansion. Even then, it was said, he dug so deep that he laid the corner-stone in water. The foundation was of stone, which was brought from a distance. Fabulous stories were told of it. The negroes declared that under the old 204 " NO HAID PAWN " house were solid rock chambers, which had been built for dungeons, and had served for purposes which were none the less awful because they were vague and indefinite. The huge structure itself was of wood, and was alleged to contain many mysterious rooms and underground pas- sages. One of the latter was said to connect with the No Haid Pawn itself, whose dark waters, according to the negroes' traditions, were some day, by some process not wholly consistent with the laws of physics, to overwhelm the fated pile. An evil destiny had seemed to overshadow the place froni the very beginning. One of the negro builders had been caught and decapitated be- tween two of the immense foundation stones. The tradition was handed down that lie was sacrificed in some awful and occult rite con- nected with the laying of the corner-stone. The scaffolding had given way and had precipitated several men to the ground, most of whom had been fatally hurt. This also was alleged to be by hideous design. Then the plantation, in the process of being reclaimed, had proved un- healthy beyond all experience, and the negroes emploved in the work of diking and reclaiming the great swamp had sickened and died by dozens. The extension of the dangerous fever 205 IN OLE VIRGINIA to the adjoining plantations had left a reputa- tion for typhus malaria from which the whole section suffered for a time. But this did not prevent the colored population from recounting year after year the horrors of the pestilence of No Haid Pawn as a peculiar visitation, nor from relating with blood-curdling details the burial by scores, in a thicket just beside the pond, of the stricken "befo' dee daid, honey, befo' dee daid!" The bodies, it was said, used to float about in the guts of the swamp and on the haunted pond; and at night they might be seen, if any one were so hardy as to venture there, rowing about in their coffins as if they were boats. Thus the place from the beginning had an evil name, and when, year after year, the river rose and washed the levees away, or the musk-rats burrowed through and let the water in, and the strange masters cursed not only the elements but Heaven itself, the continued mortality of their negroes was not wholly unexpected nor un- accounted for by certain classes of their neigh- bors. At length the property had fallen to one more gloomy, more strange, and more sinister than any who had gone before him-a man whose personal characteristics and habits were unique 206 " NO HAID PAWN " in that country. He was of gigantic stature and superhumn strength, and possessed appetites and vices in proportion to his size. He could fell an ox with a blow of his fist, or in a fit of anger could tear down the branch of a tree, or bend a bar of iron like a reed. He, either from caprice or ignorance, spoke only a patois not unlike the Creole French of the Louisiana par- ishes. But he was a West Indian. His brutal temper and habits cut him off from even the small measure of intercourse which had existed between his predecessors and their neighbors, and he lived at No Haid Pawn completely iso- lated. All the stories and traditions of the place at once centred on him, and fabulous tales were told of his prowess and of his life. It was said, among other things, that lie preserved his won- derful strength by drinking human blood, a tale which in a certain sense I have never seen reason to question. Making all allowances, his life was a blot upon civilization. At length it culminated. A brutal temper, inflamed by unbridled pas- sions, after a long period of license and de- bauchery came to a climax in a final orgy of ferocity and fury, in which he was guilty of an act whose fiendishness surpassed belief, and he was brought to judgment. In modern times the very inhumanity of the 207 IN OLE VIRGINIA crime would probably have proved his security, and as he had destroyed his own property while he was perpetrating a crime of appalling and unparalleled horror, he might have found a de- fence in that standing refuge of extraordinary scoundrelism-insanity. This defence, indeed, was put in, and was pressed with much ability by his counsel, one of whom was my father, who had just then been admitted to the bar; but, fortunately for the cause of justice, neither courts nor juries were then so sentimental as they have become of late years, and the last occupant of No Haid Pawn paid under the law the full penalty of his hideous crime. It was one of the curious incidents of the trial that his negroes all lamented his death, and declared that he was a good master when he was not drunk. He was hanged just at the rear of his own house, within sight of the spot where his awful crime was committed. At his execution, which, according to the cus- tom of the country, was public, a horrible coin- cidence occurred which furnished the text of many a sermon on retributive justice among the negroes. The body was interred near the pond, close by 208 " NO HAID PAWN " the thicket where the negroes were buried; but the negroes declared that it preferred one of the stone chambers under the mansion, where it made its home, and that it might be seen at any time of the day or night stalking headless about the place. They used to dwell with pecu- liar zest on the most agonizing details of this wretch's dreadful crime, the whole culminating in the final act of maniacal fury, when the gi- gantic monster dragged the hacked and headless corpse of his victim up the staircase and stood it up before the open window in his hall, in the full view of the terrified slaves. After these narrations, the continued reappearance of the murderer and his headless victim was as natu- ral to us as it was to the negroes themselves; and, as night after night we would hurry up to the great house through the darkness, we were ever on the watch lest he should appear to our frighted vision from the shades of the shrub- bery-filled yard. Thus it was that of all ghostly places No Raid Pawn had the distinction of being invested, to us, with unparalleled horror; and thus to us, no less than because the dikes had given way and the overflowed flats had turned again to swamp and jungle, it was explicable that No Haid Pawn 209 IN OLE VIRGINIA was abandoned, and was now untrodden by any foot but that of its ghostly tenants. The time of my story was 185-. The spring previous continuous rains had kept the river full, and had flooded the low grounds, and this had been followed by an exceptionally dense growth in the summer. Then, public feeling was greatly excited at the time of which I write, over the discovery in the neighborhood of sev- eral emissaries of the underground railway, or -as they were universally considered in that country-of the devil. They had been run off or had disappeared suddenly, but had left be- hind them some little excitement on the part of the slaves, and a great deal on the part of their masters, and more than the usual number of negroes had run away. All, however, had been caught, or had returned home after a sufficient interval of freedom, except one who had es- caped permanently, and who was supposed to have accompanied his instigators on their flight. This man was a well-known character. He belonged to one of our neighbors, and had been bought and brought there from an estate on the Lower Mississippi. He was the most brutal negro I ever knew. He was of a type rarely found among our negroes, who, judging from 210 "NO HAID PAWN " their physiognomy and general characteristics, came principally from the coast of Africa. They are of moderate stature, with dull but amiable faces. This man, however, was of iin- mense size, and he possessed the features and expression of a Congo desperado. In charac- ter also he differed essentially from all the other slaves in our country. Ile was alike without their amiability and their docility, and was as fearless as he was brutal. He was the only negro I ever knew who was without either su- perstition or reverence. Indeed, he differed so widely from the rest of the slaves in that section that there existed some feeling against him al- most akin to a race feeling. At the same time that he exercised considerable influence over them they were dreadfully afraid of him, and were always in terror that he would trick them, to which awful power he laid well-k-nown claim. His curses in his strange dialect used to terrify them beyond measure, and they would do any- thing to conciliate him. He had been a contin- ual source of trouble and an object of suspicion in the neighborhood from the time of his first appearance; and more than one hog that tie negroes declared had wandered into the marshes of No Haid Pawn, and had "cut his thote jes' 211 IN OLE VIRGINIA swinin' aroun' an' aroun' in de ma 'sh," had been suspected of finding its way to this man's cabin. His master had often been urged to get rid of him, but he was kept, I think, probably because he was valuable on the plantation. He was a fine butcher, a good work-hand, and a first-class boatman. Moreover, ours was a con- servative population, in which every man minded his own business and let his neighbor's alone. At the time of the visits of those secret agents to which I have referred, this negro was dis- covered to be the leader in the secret meetings held under their auspices, and he would doubt- less have been taken up and shipped off at once; but when the intruders fled, as I have related, their convert disappeared also. It was a sub- ject of general felicitation in the neighborhood that he was gotten rid of, and his master, instead of being commiserated on the loss of his slave, was congratulated that he had not cut his throat. No idea can be given at this date of the ex- citement occasioned in a quiet neighborhood in old times by the discovery of the mere presence of such characters as Abolitionists. It was as if the foundations of the whole social fabric were undermined. It was the sudden darkening of 212 " NO HAID PAWN " a shadow that always hung in the horizon. The slaves were in a large majority, and had they risen, though the final issue could not be doubted, the lives of every white on the planta- tions must have paid the forfeit. Whatever the right and wrong of slavery might have been, its existence demanded that no outside interfer- ence with it should be tolerated. So much was certain; self-preservation required this. I was, at the time of which I speak, a well- grown lad, and had been for two sessions to a boarding-school, where I had gotten rid of some portion-I will not say of all-of the superstition of my boyhood. The spirit of adventure was be- ginning to assert itself in me, and I had begun to feel a sense of enjoyment in overcoming the fears which once mastered me, though, I must confess, I had not entirely shaken off my belief in the existence of ghosts-that is, I did not be- lieve in them at all in the daytime, but when night came I was not so certain about it. Duck-hunting was my favorite sport, and the marshes on the river were fine ground for them usually, but this season the weather had been so singularly warm that the sport had been poor, and though I had scoured every canal in the marsh and every bend in the river as far as No 213 IN OLE VIRGINIA Haid Pawn Hammock, as the stretch of drifted timber and treacherous marsh was called that marked the boundary-line of that plantation, I had had bad luck. Beyond that point I had never penetrated, partly, no doubt, because of the training of my earlier years, and partly be- cause the marsh on either side of the hammock would lhave mired a cat. Often, as I watched with envious eyes the wild duck rise up over the dense trees that surrounded the place and cut straight for the deserted marshes in the horse- shoe, I had had a longing to invade the mysteri- ous domain, and crawl to the edge of No Haid Pawn and get a shot at the fowl that floated on its black surface; but something had always deterred me, and the long reaches of No Haid Pawn were left to the wild-fowl and the ghostly rowers. Finally, however, after a spell whose high temperature was rather suited to August than April, in desperation at my ill-luck I deter- mined to gratify my curiosity and try No Haid Pawn. So one afternoon, without telling any one of my intention, I crossed the mysterious boundary and struck through the swamp for the unknown land. The marsh was far worse than I had antici- pated, and no one but a duck-hunter as expe- 214 " NO HAID PAWN" rienced and zealous as myself, and as indifferent to ditches, briers, mire, and ali that make a swamp, could have penetrated it at all. Even I could never have gotten on if I had not fol- lowed the one path that led into the marsh, the reputed "parf" of the evil spirits, and, as it was, my progress was both tedious and dan- gerous. The track was a mysterious one, for though I knew it had not been trodden by a human foot in many years, yet there, a veritable "parf," it lay. In some places it was almost completely lost, and I would fear I should have to turn back, but an overhanging branch or a vine swinging from one tree to another would furnish a way to some spot where the narrow trail began again. In other spots old logs thrown across the miry canals gave me an uncomfortable feeling as I reflected what feet had last crossed on them. On both sides of this trail the marsh was either an impenetrable jungle or a mire apparently bottomless. I shall never forget my sensations as I finally emerged from the woods into the clearing, if that desolate waste of willows, cane, and swamp growth could be so termed. About me stretched the jungle, over which a greenish lurid atmo- 215 IN OLE VIRGINIA sphere brooded, and straight ahead towered the gaunt mansion, a rambling pile of sombre white, with numberless vacant windows staring at me from the leafless trees about it. Only one other clump of trees appeared above the canes and brush, and that I knew by intuition was the graveyard. I think I should have turned back had not shame impelled me forward. My progress from this point was even more difficult than it had been hitherto, for the trail at the end of the wood terminated abruptly in a gut of the swamp; however, I managed to keep on by walking on hammocks, pushing through clumps of bushes, and wading as best I could. It was slow and hot work, though. It never once struck me that it must be getting late. I had become so accustomed to the gloom of the woods that the more open ground ap- peared quite light to me, and I had not paid any attention to the black cloud that had been for some time gathering overhead, or to the dark- ening atmosphere. I suddenly became sensible that it was going to rain. However, I was so much engrossed in the endeavor to get on that even then I took little note of it. The nearer I came to the house 216 " NO HAID PAWN " the more it arrested my attention, and the more weird and uncanny it looked. Canes and bushes grew up to the very door; the window-shutters hung from the hinges; the broken windows glared like eyeless sockets; the portico had fallen away from the wall, while the wide door stood slightly ajar, giving to the place a sin- gularly ghastly appearance, somewhat akin to the color which sometimes lingers on the face of a corpse. In my progress wading through the swamp I had gone around rather to the side of the house toward where I supposed the 'pawn' itself to lie. I was now quite near to it, and striking a lit- tle less miry ground, as I pushed my way through the bushes and canes, which were higher than my head, I became aware that I was very near the thicket that marked the graveyard, just beyond which I knew the pond itself lay. I was somewhat startled, for the cloud made it quite dusky, and, stepping on a long piece of rotten timber lying on the ground, I parted the bushes to look down the pond. As I did so the rattle of a chain grated on me, and, glancing up through the cane, before me appeared a heavy upright timber with an arm or cross-beam stretching from it, from which dangled a long chain, al- 217 IN OLE VIRGINIA most rusted away. I knew by instinct that I stood under the gallows where the murderer of No Haid Pawn had expiated his dreadful crime. His corpse must have fallen just where I stood. I started back appalled. Just then the black cloud above me was parted by a vivid flame, and a peal of thunder seemed to rive the earth. I turned in terror, but before I had gone fifty yards the storm was upon me, and instinctively I made for the only refuge that was at hand. It was a dreadful alternative, but I did not hesi- tate. Outside I was not even sure that my life was safe. And with extraordinary swiftness I had made my way through the broken iron fence that lay rusting in the swamp, had traversed the yard, all grown up as it was to the very threshold, had ascended the sunken steps, crossed the rotted portico, and entered the open door. A long dark hall stretched before me, extend- ing, as well as I could judge in the gloom, en- tirely across the house. A number of doors, some shut, some ajar, opened on the hall on one side; and a broad, dark stairway ascended on the other to the upper story. The walls were black with mould. At the far end a large bow- 218 " NO HAID PAWN " window, with all the glass gone, looked out on the waste of swamp, unbroken save by the clump of trees in the graveyard, and just beside this window was a break where the dark staircase descended to the apartments below. The whole place was in a state of advanced decay; almost the entire plastering had fallen with the damp, and the hall presented a scene of desolation that beggars description. I was at last in the haunted house! The rain, driven by the wind, poured in at the broken windows in such a deluge that I was forced in self-defence to seek shelter in one of the rooms. I tried several, but the doors were swollen or fastened; I found one, however, on the leeward side of the house, and, pushing the door, which opened easily, I entered. Inside I found something like an old bed; and the great open fireplace had evidently been used at some earlier time, for the ashes were still banked up in the cavernous hearth, and the charred ends of the logs of wood were lving in the chimney corners. To see, still as fresh and natural as though the fire had but just died out, these rem- nants of domestic life that had survived all else of a similar period struck me as unspeakably ghastly. The bedstead, however, though rude, 219 IN OLE VIRGINIA was convenient as a seat, and I utilized it ac- cordingly, propping myself up against one of the rough posts. From my position I com- manded through the open door the entire length of the vacant hall, and could look straight out of the great bow-window at the head of the stairs, through which appeared, against the dull sky, the black mass of the graveyard trees, and a stretch of one of the canals or guts of the swamp curving around it, which gleamed white in the glare of the lightning. I had expected that the storm would, like most thunder-storms in the latitude, shortly exhaust itself, or, as we say, "blow over;" but I was mistaken, and as the time passed, its violence, instead of diminishing, increased. It grew darker and darker, and presently the startling truth dawned on me that the gloom which I had supposed simply the effect of the overshadowing cloud had been really nightfall. I was shut up alone in No Haid Pawn for the night! I hastened to the door with the intention of braving the storm and getting away; but I was almost blown off my feet. A glance without showed me that the guts with which the swamp was traversed in every direction were now full to the brim, and to attempt to find my way home 220 " NO HAID PAWN " in the darkness would be sheer madness; so, after a wistful survey, I returned to my wretched perch. I thought I would try and light a fire, but to my consternation I had not a match, and I finally abandoned myself to my fate. It was a desolate, if not despairing, feeling that I experienced. My mind was filled, not only with my own unhappiness, but with the thought of the distress my absence would occasion them at home; and for a little while I had a fleeting hope that a party would be sent out to search for me. This, however, was untenable, for they would not know where I was. The last place in which they would ever think of looking for me was No Haid Pawn, and even if they knew I was there they could no more get to mne in the darkness and storm than I could escape from it. I accordingly propped myself up on my bed and gave myself up to my reflections. I said my prayers very fervently. I thought I would try and get to sleep, but sleep was far from my eyes. My surroundings were too -ivid to my appre- hension. The awful traditions of the place, do what I might to banish them, would come to mind. The original building of the house, and its blood-stained foundation stones; the dead who had died of the pestilence that had raged 221 IN OLE VIRGINIA afterward; the bodies carted by scores and buried in the sobby earth of the graveyard, whose trees loomed up through the broken win- dow; the dreadful story of the dead paddling about the swamp in their coffins; and, above all, the gigantic maniac whose ferocity even murder could not satiate, and who had added to murder awful mutilation: he had dragged the mangled corpse of his victim up those very steps and flung it out of the very window which gaped just beyond me in the glare of the lightning. It all passed through my mind as I sat there in the darkness, and no effort of my will could keep my thoughts from dwelling on it. The terrific thunder, outcrashing a thousand batteries, at times engrossed my attention; but it always re- verted to that scene of horror; and if I dozed, the slamming of the loose blinds, or the ter- rific fury of the storm, would suddenly startle me. Once, as the sounds subsided for a mo- ment, or else I having become familiar with them, as I was sinking into a sleepy state, a door at the other end of the hall creaked and then slammed with violence, bringing me bolt upright on the bed, clutching my gun. I could have sworn that I heard footsteps; but the wind was blowing a hurricane, and, after another pe- 229 " NO HAID PAWN " riod of wakefulness and dreadful recollection, nature succumbed, and I fell asleep. I do not know that I can be said to have lost consciousness even then, for my mind was still enchained by the horrors of my situation, and went on clinging to them and dwelling upon them even in my slumber. I was, however, certainly asleep; for the storm must have died temporarily away about this hour without my knowing it, and I subse- quently heard that it did. I must have slept several hours, for I was quite stiff from my constrained posture when I became fully aroused. I was awakened by a very peculiar sound; it was like a distant call or halloo. Although I had been fast asleep a moment before, it startled me into a state of the highest attention. In a second I was wide awake. There was not a sound except the rumble and roll of the thunder, .as the storm once more began to renew itself, and in the segment of the circle that I could see along the hall through my door, and, indeed, out through the yawning window at the end, as far as the black clump of trees in the graveyard just at the bend of the canal, which I commanded from my seat whenever there was a flash of 223 IN OLE VIRGINIA lightning, there was only the swaying of the bushes in the swamp and of the trees in the graveyard. Yet there I sat bolt upright on my bed, in the darkness, with every nerve strained to its utmost tension, and that unearthly cry still sounding in my ears. I was endeavoring to reason myself into the belief that I had dreamed it, when a flash of lightning lit up the whole field of my vision as if it had been in the focus of a sun-glass, and out on the canal, where it curved around the graveyard, was a boat-a something-small, black, with square ends, and with a man in it, standing upright, and some- thing lying in a lump or mass at the bow. I knew I could not be mistaken, for the light- ning, by a process of its own, photographs everything on the retina in minutest detail, and I had a vivid impression of everything from the foot of the bed, on which I crouched, to the gaunt arms of those black trees in the grave- yard just over that ghostly boatman and his dreadful freight. I was wide awake. The story of the dead rowing in their coffins was verified! I am unable to state what passed in the next few minutes. The storm had burst again with renewed vio- 224 "NO HAID PAWN " lence and was once more expending itself on the house; the thunder was again rolling over- head; the broken blinds were swinging and slamn- ming madly; and the dreadful memories of the place were once more besetting me. I shifted my position to relieve the cramp it had occasioned, still keeping my face toward that fatal window. As I did so, I heard above, or perhaps I should say under, the storm a sound more terrible to me-the repetition of that weird halloo, this time almost under the great window. Immediately succeeding this w-as the sound of something scraping under the wall, and I was sensible when a door on the ground-floor was struck with a heavy thud. It was pitch-dark, but I heard the door pushed wide open, and as a string of fierce oaths, part English and part Creole French, floated up the dark stairway, muffled as if sworn through clinched teeth, I held my breath. I recalled the unknown tongue the ghostly murderer employed; and I knew that the murderer of No Haid Pawn had left his grave, and that his ghost was coming up that stair. I heard his step as it fell on the first stair heavily yet almost noiselessly. It was an un- earthly sound-dull. like the tread of a bared foot, accompanied by the scraping sound of a 225 IN OLE VIRGINIA body dragging. Step by step lhe came up the black stairway in the pitch darkness as stead- ily as if it were daytime, and he knew every step, accompanied by that sickening sound of dragging. There was a final pull up the last step, and a dull, heavy thud, as, with a strange, wild laugh, he flung his burden on the floor. For a moment there was not a sound, and then the awful silence and blackness were broken by a crash of thunder that seemed to tear the foun- dations asunder like a mighty earthquake, and the whole house, and the great swamp outside, were filled with a glare of vivid, blinding light. Directly in front of me, clutching in his upraised hand a long, keen, glittering knife, on whose blade a ball of fire seemed to play, stood a gi- gantic figure in the very flame of the lightning, and stretched at his feet lay, ghastly and bloody, a black and headless trunk. I staggered to the door and, tripping, fell prostrate over the sill. When we could get there, nothing was left but the foundation. The haunted house, when struck, had literally burned to the water's edge. 226 " NO HAID) PAWN " The changed current had washed its way close to the place, and in strange verification of the negroes' traditions. No Haid Pawn had re- claimed its own, and the spot with all its secrets lay buried under its dark waters. 227 This page in the original text is blank. POLLY: A CHRISTMAS RECOLLECTION This page in the original text is blank. POLLY: A CHRISTMAS RECOLLECTION IT was Christmnas Eve. I remember it just as I if it was yesterday. The Colonel had been pretending not to notice it, but when Drinkwater Torml knocked over both the great candlesticks, and in his attempt to pick them up lurched over himself and fell sprawling on the floor, he yelled at him. Torm pulled himself together, and be- gan an explanation, in which the point was that he had not "teched a drap in Gord knows how long," but the Colonel cut him short. "Get out of the room, you drunken vaga- bond! " he roared. Torm was deeply offended. He made a low, grand bow, and with as much dignity as his un- steady condition would admit, marched very stately from the room, and passing out through the dining-room, where he stopped to abstract 1 This spelling is used because he was called " Torm " until it became his name. 231 IN OLE VIRGINIA only one more drink from the long, heavy, cut- glass decanter on the sideboard, meandered to his house in the back-yard, where he proceeded to talk religion to Charity, his wife, as he always did when he was particularly drunk. He was expounding the vision of the golden candle- stick, and, the bowl and seven lamps and two olive-trees, when he fell asleep. The roarer, as has been said, was the Colonel; the meanderer was Drinkwater Torm. The Colonel gave him the name, "because," he said, "if he were to drink water once he would die." As Drinkwater closed the door, the Colonel continued, fiercely: "Damme, Polly, I will! I'll sell him to-mor- row morning; and if I can't sell him I'll give him away." Polly, with troubled great dark eyes, was wheedling him vigorously. "No; I tell you, I'll sell him.-'Misery in his back!' the mischief! lie 's a drunken, trifling, good-for-nothing nigger! and I have sworn to sell him a thousand-yes, ten thousand times; and now I '11 have to do it to keep my word." This was true. The Colonel swore this a dozen times a day every time Torm got drunk, and as that had occurred very frequently for 232 POLLY many years before Polly was born, he was not outside of the limit. Polly, however, was the only one this threat ever troubled. The Colonel knew he could no more have gotten on without Torm than his old open-faced watch, which looked for all the world like a model of himself, could have run without the mainspring. From tying his shoes and getting his shaving-water to making his juleps and lighting his candles, which was all he had to do, Drinkwater Torm was necessary to him. (I think he used to make the threat just to prove to himself that Torm did not own him; if so, he failed in his purpose -Torm did own him.) Torin knew it as well as he, or better; and while Charity, for private and wifely reasons, occasionally held the threat over him when his expoundings passed even her endurance, she knew it also. Thus, Polly was the only one it deceived or frightened. It always deceived her, and she never rested until she had obtained Torm's re- prieve "for just one more time." So on this oc- casion, before she got down from the Colonel's knees, she had given him in bargain "just one more squeeze," and received in return Torm 's conditional pardon, "only till next time. " Everybody in the county knew the Colonel, 233 IN OLE VIRGINIA and everybody knew Drinkwater Torm, and everybody who had been to the Colonel's for several years past (and that was nearly every- body in the county, for the Colonel kept open house) knew Polly. She had been placed in her chair by the Colonel's side at the club dinner on her first birthday after her arrival, and had been afterward placed on the table and allowed to crawl around among and in the dishes to entertain the gentlemen, which she did to the applause of every one, and of herself most of all; and from that time she had exercised in her kingdom the functions of both Vashti and Es- ther, and whatever Polly ordered was done. If the old inlaid piano in the parlor had been robbed of strings, it was all right, for Polly had taken them. Bob had cut them out for her, without a word of protest from anyone but Charity. The Colonel would have given her his heartstrings if Polly had re- quired them. She had owned him body and soul from the second he first laid eyes on her, when, on the instant he entered the room, she had stretched out her little chubby hands to him, and on his taking her had, after a few infantile caresses, curled up and, with her finger in her mouth, 234 POLLY gone to sleep in his arms like a little white kitten. Bob used to wonder in a vague, boyish way where the child got her beauty, for the Colonel weighed two hundred and fifty pounds, and was as ugly as a red head and thirty or forty years of Torm's mint-juleps piled on a somewhat reckless college career could make him; but one day, when the Colonel was away from home, Charity showed the boy a daguerreotype of a lady, which she got out of the top drawer of the Colonel's big secretary with the brass lions on it, and it looked exactly like Polly. It had the same great big dark eyes and the same soft white look, though Polly was stouter; for she was a great tomboy, and used to run wild over the place with Bob, climbing cherry-trees, fish- ing in the creek, and looking as blooming as a rose, with her hair all tangled over her pretty head, until she grew quite large, and the Colonel got her a tutor. He thought of sending her to a boarding-school, but the night he broached the subject he raised such a storm, and Polly was in such a tempest of tears, that he gave up the matter at once. It was well he did so, for Polly and Charity cried all night and Torm was so overcome that even next morning he could not 235 IN OLE VIRGINIA bring the Colonel his shaving-water, and the latter had to shave with cold water for the first time in twenty years. He therefore employed a tutor. Most people said the child ought to have had a governess, and one or two single ladies of forgotten age in the neighborhood delicately hinted that they would gladly teach her; but the Colonel swore that he would have no women around him, and he would be eternally con- demned if any should interfere with Polly. So he engaged Mr. Cranmer, and invited Bob to come over and go to school to him also, which he did; for his mother, who had up to that time taught him herself, was very poor, and was unable to send him to school, her husband, who was the Colonel's fourth cousin, having died largely indebted, and all of his property, except a smal farm adjoining the Colonel's, and a few negroes, having gone into the General Court. Bob had always been a great favorite with the Colonel, and ever since he was a small boy he had been used to coming over and staying with him. He could gaff a chicken as well as Drinkwater Torm, which was a great accomplishment in the Colonel 's eyes; for he had the best game- chickens in the county, and used to fight them, 236 POLLY too, matching them against those of one or two of his neighbors who were similarly inclined, until Polly grew up and made him stop. He could tame a colt quicker than anybody on the plantation. Moreover, lie could shoot more par- tridges in a day than the Colonel, and could beat him shooting with a pistol as well, though the Colonel laid the fault of the former on his being so fat, and that of the latter on his spec- tacles. They used to practice with the Colonel 's old pistols that hung in their holsters over the tester of his bed, about which Drinkwater used to tell so many lies; for although they were kept loaded, and their brass-mounted butts peeping out of their leathern covers used to look fero- cious enough to give some apparent ground for Torm's story of how "he and the Colonel had shot Judge Cabell spang through the heart," the Colonel always said that Cabell behaved very handsomely, and that the matter was ar- ranged on the field without a shot. Even at that time some people said that Bob's mother was trying to catch the Colonel, and that if the Colo- nel did not look out she would yet be the mis- tress of his big plantation. And all agreed that the boy would come in for something handsome at the Colonel's death; for Bob was his cousin 237 IN OLE VIRGINIA and his nearest male relative, if Polly was his niece, and he would hardly leave her all his property, especially as she was so much like her mother, with whom, as everybody knew, the Colonel had been desperately in love. She, how- ever, had treated him badly, and, notwithstand- ing his big plantation and many negroes, had run away with his younger brother, and both of them had died in the South of yellow fever, leaving of all their children only this little Polly; and the Colonel had taken Drinkwater and Charity, and had travelled in his carriage all the way to Mississippi, to get and bring Polly back. It was Christmas Eve when they reached home, and the Colonel had sent Drinkwater on a day ahead to have the fires made and the house aired for the baby; and when the carriage drove up that night you would have thought a queen was coming, sure enough. Every hand on the plantation was up at the great house waiting for them, and every room in the house had a fire in it. (Torm had told the overseer so many lies that he had had the men cutting wood all day, although the regular sup- ply was already cut.) And when Charity stepped out of the carriage, with the baby all 238 POLLY bundled up in her arms, making a great show about keeping it wrapped up, and walked up the steps as slowly as if it were made of gold, you could have heard a pin drop; even the Colonel fell back, and spoke in a whisper. The great chamber was given up to the baby, the Colonel going to the wing room, where he always stayed after that. He spoke of sitting up all night to watch the child, but Charity assured him that she was not going to take her eyes off of her dur- ing the night, and with a promise to come in every hour and look after them, the Colonel went to his room, where he snored until nine o 'clock the next morning. But I was telling what people said about Bob 's mother. When the report reached the Colonel about the widow's designs, he took Polly on his knees and told her all about it, and then both laughed until the tears ran down the Colonel's face and dropped on his big flowered vest and on Polly 's little blue frock; and he sent the widow next day a fine short-horned heifer to show his contempt of the gossip. And now Bob was the better shot of the two; and they taught Polly to shoot also, and to load and unload the pistols, at which the Colonel was 239 IN OLE VIRGINIA as proud as if one of his young stags had whipped an old rooster. But they never could induce her to shoot at anything except a mark. She was the tenderest- hearted little thing in the world. If her taste had been consulted she would have selected a crossbow, for it did not make such a noise, and she could shoot it without shutting her eyes. Besides that, she could shoot it in the house, which, indeed, she did, until she had shot the eyes out of nearly all the bewigged gentle- men and bare-necked, long-fingered ladies on the walls. Once she came very near shooting Torm's eye out also; but this was an accident, though Drinkwater declared it was not, and tried to make out that Bob had put her up to it. " Dat's de mischievouses' boy Gord uver made, " he said, complainingly, to Charity. Fortunately, his eye got well, and it gave him an excuse for staying half drunk for nearly a week; and after- ward, like a dog that has once been lame in his hind-leg, whenever he saw Polly, and did not forget it, he squinted up that eye and tried to look miserable. Polly was quite a large girl then, and was carrying the keys (except when she lost them), though she could not have been more than twelve years old; for it was just 240 POLLY after this that the birthday came when the Colo- nel gave her her first real silk dress. It was blue silk, and came from Richmond, and it was hard to tell which was the proudest, Polly, or Charity, or Drinkwater, or the Colonel. Tormn got drunk before the dinner was over, "drink- ing de healthsh to de young mistis in de sky-blue robes what stands befo' de throne, you know," he explained to Charity, after the Colonel had ordered him from the dining-room, with prom- ises of prompt sale on the morrow. Bob was there, and it was the last time Polly ever sucked her thumb. She had almost gotten out of the habit anyhow, and it was in a moment of forgetfulness that she let Bob see her do it. He was a great tease, and when she was smaller had often worried her about it until she would fly at him and try to bite him with her little white teeth. On this occasion, however, she stood everything until he said that about a girl who wore a blue silk dress sucking her thumb; then she boxed his jaws. The fire flew from his eyes, but hers were even more sparkling. He paused for a minute, and then caught her in his arms and kissed her violently. She never sucked her thumb after that. This happened out in front of her mammy's 241 IN OLE VIRGINIA house, within which Torm was delivering a pow- erful exhortation on temperance; and, strange to say, Charity took Bob 's side, while Torm es- poused Polly's, and afterward said she ought to have " tooken a stick and knocked Marse Bob 's head spang off. " This, fortunately, Polly did not do (and when Bob went to the university afterward he was said to have the best head in his class). She just turned around and ran into the house, with her face very red. But she never slapped Bob after that. Not long after this he went off to college; for Mr. Cranmer, the tutor, said he already knew more than most college graduates did, and that it would be a shame for him not to have a university educa- tion. When the question of ways and means was mooted, the Colonel, who was always ready to lend money if he had it, and to borrow it if he did not, swore he would give him all the money he wanted; but, to his astonishment, Bob refused to accept it, and although the Colonel abused him for it, and asked Polly if she did not think he was a fool (which Polly did, for she was al- ways ready to take and spend all the money he or anyone else gave her), yet he did not like him the less for it, and he finally persuaded Bob to take it as a loan, and Bob gave him his bond. 242 POLLY The day before he left home he was over at the Colonel's, where they had a great dinner for him, and Polly presided in her newest silk dress (she had three then); and when Bob said good-by she slipped something into his hand, and ran away to her room, and when he looked at it, it was her ten-dollar gold piece, and he took it. He was at college not quite three years, for his mother was taken sick, and he had to come home and nurse her; but he had stood first in most of his classes, and not lower than third in any; andlhe had thrashed the carpenter on Vine- gar Hill, who was the bully of the town. So that although lie did not take his degree, lie had got- ten the start which enabled him to complete his studies during the time he was taking care of his mother, which he did until her death, so that as soon as lie was admitted to the bar he made his mark. It was his splendid defence of the man who shot the deputy-sheriff at the court-house on election day that brought him out as the Democratic candidate for the Constitutional Convention, where he made such a reputation as a speaker that the Enquirer declared himn the rising man of the State; and even the IWhiig admitted that perhaps the Locofoco party might find a leader to redeem it. Polly was just fifteen when she began to take an interest in politics; 243 IN OLE VIRGINIA and although she read the papers diligently, es- pecially the Enquirer, which her uncle never failed to abuse, yet she never could exactly sat- isfy herself which side was right; for the Colo- nel was a stanch Whig, while most people must have been Democrats, as Bob was elected by a big majority. She wanted to be on the Colonel's side, and made him explain everything to her, which he did to his own entire satisfaction, and to hers too, she tried to think; but when Bob came over to tea, which he very frequently did, and the Colonel and he got into a discussion, her uncle always seemed to her to get the worst of the argument; at any rate, he generally got very hot. This, however, might have been because Bob was so cool, while the Colonel was so hot- tempered. Bob had grown up very handsome. His mouth was strong and firm, and his eyes were splendid. He was about six feet, and his shoul- ders were as broad as the Colonel's. She did not see him now as often as she did when he was a boy, but it was because he was kept so busy by his practice. (He used to get cases in three or four counties now, and big ones at that.) She knew, however, that she was just as good a friend of his as ever; indeed, she took the 244 POLLY trouble to tell herself so. A compliment to him used to give her the greatest happiness, and would bring deeper roses into her cheeks. He was the greatest favorite with everybody. Torm thought that there was no one in the world like him. He had long ago forgiven him his many pranks, and said "he was the grettest gent'man in the county skusin him [Torm] and the Colo- nel," and that "he al'ays handled heself to he raisin," by which Torm made indirect refer- ence to regular donations made to him by the aforesaid "gent'man," and particularly to an especially large benefaction then lately con- ferred. It happened one evening at the Colo- nel's, after dinner, when several guests, includ- ing Bob, were commenting on the perfections of various ladies who were visiting in the neighbor- hood that summer. The praises were, to Torm's mind, somewhat too liberally bestowed, and he had attempted to console himself by several visits to the pantry; but when all the list was disposed of, and Polly's name had not been mentioned, endurance could stand it no longer, and he suddenly broke in with his judgment that they "didn't none on 'em hol' a candle to his young mistis, whar wuz de ve'y pink an' flow 'r on 'em all. " 245 IN OLE VIRGINIA The Colonel, immensely pleased, ordered him out, with a promise of immediate sale on the morrow. But that evening, as he got on his horse, Bob slipped into his hand a five-dollar gold piece, and he told Polly that if the Colonel really intended to sell Torm, just to send him over to his house; he wanted the benefit of his judgment. Polly, of course, did not understand his allu- sion, though the Colonel had told her of Torm's speech; but Bob had a rose on his coat when he came out of the window, and the long pin in Polly's bodice was not fastened very securely, for it slipped, and she lost all her other roses, and he had to stoop and pick them up for her. Perhaps, though, Bob was simply referring to his having saved some money, for shortly after- ward he came over one morning, and, to the Colonel's disgust, paid him down in full the amount of his bond. He attempted a somewhat formal speech of thanks, but broke down in it so lamentably that two juleps were ordered out by the Colonel to reinstate easy rela- tions between them-an effect which appar- ently was not immediately produced-and the Colonel confided to Polly next day that since the fellow had been taken up so by those 246 POLLY Locofocos he was not altogether as he used to be. "Why, he don't even drink his juleps clear," the old man asserted, as if he were charging him with, at the least, misprision of treason. "How- ever," he added, softening as the excuse pre- sented itself to his mind, "that may be because his mother was always so opposed to it. You know mint never would grow there, " he pursued to Polly, who had heard him make the same ob- servation, with the same astonishment, a hun- dred times. " Strangest thing I ever knew. But he's a confoundedly clever fellow, though, Polly," he continued, with a sudden reviving of the old-time affection. " Damme! I like him. " And, as Polly's face turned a sweet carmine, added: " Oh, I forgot, Polly; didn't mean to swear; damme! if I did. It just slipped out. Now I haven't sworn before for a week; you know I haven't; yes, of course, I mean except then." For Polly, with softly fading color, was reading him the severest of lectures on his beset- ting sin, and citing an ebullition over Torm's failing of the day before. "Come and sit down an your uncle's knee and kiss him once as a token of forgiveness. Just one more squeeze, "as the fair girlish arms were twined about his neck, 24 7 IN OLE VIRGINIA and the sweetest of faces was pressed against his own rough cheek. "Polly, do you remem- ber," asked the old man, holding her off from him and gazing at the girlish face fondly-"do you remember how, when you were a little scrap, you used to climb up on my knee and squeeze me, 'just once more,' to save that ras- cal Drinkwater, and how you used to say you were 'going to marry Bob' and me when you were grown up " Polly 's memory, apparently, was not very good. That evening, however, it seemed much better, when, dressed all in soft white, and with cheeks reflecting the faint tints of the sunset clouds, she was strolling through the old flower- garden with a tall young fellow whose hat sat on his head with a jaunty air, and who was so very careful to hold aside the long branches of the rose-bushes. They had somehow gotten to re- calling each in turn some incident of the old boy- and-girl days. Bob knew the main facts as well as she, but Polly remembered the little details and circumstances of each incident best, except those about the time they were playing " knucks " together. Then, singularly, Bob recollected most. He was positive that when she cried because he shot so hard, he had kissed 248 POLLY her to make it well. Curiously, Polly's recollec- tion failed again, and was only distinct about very modern matters. She remembered with remarkable suddenness that it was tea-time. They were away down at the end of the gar- den, and her lapse of memory had a singular effect on Bob; for he turned quite pale, and in- sisted that she did remember it; and then said something about having wanted to see the Colo- nel, and having waited, and did so strangely that if that rose-bush had not caught her dress, he might have done something else. But the rose-bush caught her dress, and Polly, who looked really scared at it or at something, ran away just as the Colonel's voice was heard call- ing them to tea. Bob was very silent at the table, and when he left, the Colonel was quite anxious about him. He asked Polly if she had not noticed his depres- sion. Polly had not. "That's just the way with you women," said the Colonel, testily. "A man might die under your very eyes, and you would not notice it. I noticed it, and I tell you the fellow's sick. I say he's sick!" lie reiterated, with a little habit he had acquired since he had begun to grow slightly deaf. "I shall advise him to go away 249 IN OLE VIRGINIA and have a little fling somewhere. He works too hard, sticks too close at home. He never goes anywhere except here, and he don't come here as he used to do. He ought to get mar- ried. Advise him to get married. Why don't he set up to Sally Brent or Malviny Pegram He's a likelv fellow, and they'd both take him -fools if they didn't;-I say they are fools if they didn 't. What say " "I didn't say anything," said Polly, quietly going to the piano. Her music often soothed the Colonel to sleep. The next morning but one Bob rode over, and instead of hooking his horse to the fence as he usually did, he rode on around toward the sta- bles. He greeted Torm, who was in the back- yard, and after extracting some preliminary ob- servations from him respecting the "misery in his back, " he elicited the further facts that Miss Polly was going down the road to dine at the Pegrams', of which he had some intimation be- fore, and that the Colonel was down on the river farm, but would be back about two o 'clock. He rode on. At two o'clock promptly Bob returned. The Colonel had not yet gotten home. He, how- ever, dismounted, and, tying his horse, went in. 250 POLLY He must have been tired of sitting down, for he now walked up and down the portico without once taking a seat. "Marse Bob '11 walk heself to death," ob- served Charity to Torm, from her door. Presently the Colonel came in, bluff, warm, and hearty. He ordered dinner from the front gate as he dismounted, and juleps from the mid- dle of the walk, greeted Bob with a cheeriness which that gentleman in vain tried to imitate, and was plumped down in his great split-bot- tomed chair, wijping his red head with his still redder bandana handkerchief, and abusing the weather, the crops, the newspapers, and his overseer before Bob could get breath to make a single remark. When he did, he pitched in on the weather. That is a safe topic at all times. It was as- tonishing how much comfort Bob got out of it this afternoon. He talked about it until dinner began to come in across the yard, the blue china dishes gleaming in the hands of Phwbe and her numerous corps of ebon and mahogany as- sistants, and Torm brought out the juleps, with the mint looking as if it were growing in the great silver cans, with frosted work all over the sides. 251 IN OLE VIRGINIA Dinner was rather a failure, so far as Bob was concerned. Perhaps he missed something that usually graced the table; perhaps only his body was there, while he himself was down at Miss Malviny Pegram's; perhaps he had gone back and was unfastening an impertinent rose- bush from a filmy white dress in the sum- mer twilight; perhaps-; but anyhow he was so silent and abstracted that the Colonel ral- lied him good-humoredly, which did not help matters. They had adjourned to the porch, and had been there for some time, when Bob broached the subject of his visit. "Colonel," he said, suddenly, and wholly ir- relevant to everything that had gone before, "there is a matter I want to speak to you about -a-ah-we-a little matter of great impor- tance to-ah-myself." He was getting very red and confused, and the Colonel instantly di- vining the matter, and secretly flattering him- self, and determining to crow over Polly, said, to help him out: "Aha, you rogue, I knew it. Come up to the scratch, sir. So you are caught at last. Ah, you sly fox! It's the very thing you ought to do. Why, I know half a dozen girls who 'd jump 252 POLLY at you. I knew it. I said so the other night. Polly-" Bob was utterly off his feet by this time. " I want to ask your consent to marry Polly," he blurted out desperately; "I love her." "The devil you do!" exclaimed the Colonel. Ile could say no more; he simply sat still, in speechless, helpless, blank amazement. To him Polly was still a little girl climbing his knees, and an emperor might not aspire to her. "Yes, sir, I do," said Bob, calm enough now -growing cool as the Colonel became excited. "I love her, and I want her. " "Well, sir, you can't have her!" roared the Colonel, pulling himself up from. his seat in the violence of his refusal. He looked like a tawny lion whose lair had been invaded. Bob's face paled, and a look came on it that the Colonel recalled afterward, and which he did not remember ever to have seen on it before, except once, when, years ago, some one had shot one of his dogs-a look made up of anger and of dogged resolution. "I will !" lie said, throw- ing up his head and looking the Colonel straight in the eyes, his voice perfectly calm, but his eyes blazing, the mouth drawn close, and the lines of his face as if they had been carved in granite. 253 IN OLE VIRGINIA "I'll be if you shall!" stormed the Colo- nel: "the King of England should not have her!" and, turning, he stamped into the house and slammed the door behind him. Bob walked slowly down the steps and around to the stables, where he ordered his horse. He rode home across the fields without a word, ex- cept, as he jumped his horse over the line fence, "I will have her," he repeated, between his fast- set teeth. That evening Polly came home all unsuspect- ing anything of the kind; the Colonel waited un- til she had taken off her things and come down in her fresh muslin dress. She surpassed in loveliness the rose-buds that lay on her bosom, and the impertinence that could dare aspire to her broke over the old man in a fresh wave. He had nursed his wrath all the evening. "Polly!" he blurted out, suddenly rising with a jerk from his arm-chair, and unconsciously striking an attitude before the astonished girl, "do you want to marry Bob" "W0hy, no," cried Polly, utterly shaken out of her composure by the suddenness and vehemence of the attack. "I knew it!" declared the Colonel, trium- phantly. "It was a piece of cursed imperti- 254 POLLY nence!" and he worked himself up to such a pitch of fury, and grew so red in the face, that poor Polly, who had to steer between two dan- gers, was compelled to employ all her arts to soothe the old man and keep him out of a fit of apoplexy. She learned the truth, however, and she learned something which, until that time, she had never known; and though, as she kissed her uncle "good-night," she made no answer to his final shot of, "Well, I'm glad we are not going to have any nonsense about the fellow; I have made up my mind, and we'll treat his impudence as it deserves," she locked her door carefully when she was within her own room, and the next morning she said she had a head- ache. Bob did not come that day. If the Colonel had not been so hot-headed- that is, if lie had not been a man-things would doubtless have straightened themselves out in some of those mysterious ways in which the hardest knots into which two young people's af- fairs contrive to get untangle themselves; but being a man, he must needs, man-like, undertake to manage according to his own plan, which is always the wrong one. When, therefore, he announced to Polly at 255 IN OLE VIRGINIA the breakfast-table that morning that she would have no further annoyance from that fellow's impertinence; for he had written him a note apologizing for leaving him abruptly in his own house the day before, but forbidding him, in both their names, to continue his addresses, or, indeed, to put his foot on the place again; he fully expected to see Polly's face brighten, and to receive her approbation and thanks. What, then, was his disappointment to see her face grow distinctly white. All she said was, "Oh, uncle!" It was unfortunate that the day was Sunday, and that the Colonel went with her to church (which she insisted on attending, notwithstand- ing her headache), and was by when she met Bob. They came on each other suddenly. Bob took off his hat and stood like a soldier on re- view, erect, expectant, and a little pale. The Colonel, who had almost forgotten his "imper- tinence," and was about to shake hands with him as usual, suddenly remembered it, and drawing himself up, stepped to the other side of Polly, and handed her by the younger gentle- man as if he were protecting her from a mob. Polly, who had been looking anxiously every where but in the right place, meaning to give 256 POLLY Bob a smile which would set things straight, caught his eye only at that second, and felt ra- ther than saw the change in his attitude and manner. She tried to throw him the smile, but it died in her eyes, and even after her back was turned she was sensible of his defiance. She went into church, and dropped down on her knees in the far end of her pew, with her little heart needing all the consolations of her reli- gion. The man she prayed hardest for did not come into church that day. Things went very badly after that, and the knots got tighter and tighter. An attempt which Bob made to loosen them failed disastrously, and the Colonel, who was the best-hearted man in the world, but whose prejudices were made of wrought iron, took it into his head that Bob had insulted him, and Polly's indirect efforts at pacification aroused him to such an extent that for the first time in his life he was almost hard with her. He conceived the absurd idea that she was sacrificing herself for Bob on account of her friendship for him, and that it was his duty to protect her against herself, which, man-like, he proceeded to do in his own fashion, to poor Polly's great distress. 257 IN OLE VIRGINIA She was devoted to her uncle, and knew the strength of his affection for her. On the other hand, Bob and she had been friends so long. She never could remember the time when she did not have Bob. But he had never said a word of love to her in his life. To be sure, on that evening in the garden she had known it just as well as if he had fallen on his knees at her feet. She knew his silence was just because he had owed her uncle the money; and oh! if she just hadn't gotten frightened; and oh! if her uncle just hadn't done it; and oh! she was so unhappy! The poor little thing, in her own dainty, white- curtained room, where were the books and things he had given her, and the letters he had written her, used to-but that is a secret. Any- how, it was not because he was gone. She knew that was not the reason-indeed, she very often said so to herself; it was because he had been treated so unjustly, and suffered so, and she had done it all. And she used to introduce many new petitions into her prayers, in which, if there was not any name expressed, she felt that it would be understood, and the blessings would reach him just the same. 258 POLLY II THE summer had gone, and the Indian sum- mer had come in its place, hazy, dreamy, and sad. It always made Polly melancholy, and this year, although the weather was perfect, she was affected, she said, by the heat, and did not go out of doors much. So, presently, her cheeks were not as blooming as they had been, and even her great dark eyes lost some of their lus- tre; at least, Charity thought so, and said so too, not only to Polly, but to her master, whom she scared half to death; and who, notwithstand- ing that Dr. Stopper was coming over every other day to see a patient on the plantation, and that the next day was the time for his regular visit, put a boy on a horse that night and sent him with a note urging him to comeo the next morning to breakfast. The doctor came, and spent the day: examined Polly's lungs and heart, prescribed out-door ex- ercise, and left something less than a bushel- basketful of medicines for her to take. Polly was, at the time of his visit, in a very excited state, for the Colonel had, with a view of soothing her, the night before delivered a 259 IN OLE VIRGINIA violent philippic against marriage in general, and in particular against marriage with "im- pudent young puppies who did not know their places;" and he had proposed an extensive tour, embracing all the United States and Canada, and intended to cover the entire winter and spring following. Polly, who had stood as much as she could stand, finally rebelled, and had with flashing eyes and mantling cheeks espoused Bob's cause with a courage and dash which had almost routed the old Colonel. "Not that he was anything to her except a friend," she was most careful to explain; but she was tired of hearing her "friend" assailed, and she thought that it was the highest compliment a man could pay a woman, etc., etc., for all of which she did a great deal of blushing in her own room afterwards. Thus, it happened, that she was both excited and penitent the next day, and thinking to make some atonement, and at the same time to take the prescribed exercise, which would excuse her from taking the medicines, she filled a little basket with goodies to take old Aunt Betty at the Far Quarters; and thus, it happened, that, as she was coming back along the path which ran down the meadow on the other side of the creek which was the dividing line between the 260 POLLY two plantations, and was almost at the foot- bridge that Somebody had made f or her so care- fully with logs cut out of his own woods, and the long shadows of the willows made it gloomy, and everything was so still that she had grown very lonely and unhappy-thus, it happened, that just as she was thinking how kind he had been about making the bridge and hand-rail so strong, and about everything, and how cruel he must think her, and how she would never see him any more as she used to do, she turned the clump of willows to step up on the log, and there he was standing on the bridge just before her, looking down into her eyes! She tried to get by him-she remembered that afterwards; but he was so mean. It was always a little con- fused in her memory, and she could never re- call exactly how it was. She was sure, however, that it was because lie was so pale that she said it, and that she did not begin to cry until after- wards, and that it was because he would not listen to her explanation; and that she didn't let him do it, she could not help it, and she did not know her head was on his shoulder. Anyhow, when she got home that evening her improvement was so apparent that the Colonel called Charity in to note it, and declared that 261 IN OLE VIRGINIA Virginia country doctors were the finest in the world, and that Stopper was the greatest doctor in the State. The change was wonderful, in- deed; and the old gilt mirror, with its gauze- covered frame, would never have known for the sad-eyed Polly of the day before the bright, happy maiden that stood before it now and smiled at the beaming face which dimpled at its own content. Old Betty's was a protracted pleurisy, and the good things Polly carried her daily did not tend to shorten the sickness. Ever afterwards she "blessed the Lord for dat chile" whenever Polly's name was mentioned. She would doubt- less have included Bob in her benison had she known how sympathetic he was during this period. But although he was inspecting that bridge every afternoon regularly, notwithstanding Polly's oft-reiterated wish and express orders as regularly declared, no one knew a word of all this. And it was a bow drawn at a venture when, on the evening that Polly had tried to carry out her engagement to bring her uncle around, the old man had said, "Why, hoity- toity! the young rascal's cause seems to be thriving." She had been so confident of her 262 POLLY success that she was not prepared for failure, and it struck her like a fresh blow; and though she did not cry until she got into her own room, when she got there she threw herself on the bed and cried herself to sleep. "It was so cruel in him," she said to herself, "to desire me never to speak to him again! And, oh! if he should really catch him on the place and shoot him!" The pronouns in our language were probably invented by young women. The headache Polly had the next morning was not invented. Poor little thing! her last hope was gone. She determined to bid Bob good-by, and never see him again. She had made up her mind to this on her knees, so she knew she was right. The pain it cost her satisfied her that she was. She was firmly resolved when she set out that afternoon to see old Betty, who was in every- body's judgment except her own quite conva- lescent, and whom Dr. Stopper pronounced en- tirely well. She wavered a little in her resolu- tion when, descending the path along the wil- lows, which were leafless now, she caught sight of a tall figure loitering easily up the meadow, and she abandoned-that is, she forgot it alto- gether when, having doubtfully suggested it, 263 IN OLE VIRGINIA she was suddenly enfolded in a pair of strong arms, and two gray eyes, lighting a handsome face strong with the self-confidence which wo- men love, looked down into hers. Then he proposed it! Her heart almost stood still at his boldness. But he was so strong, so firm, so reasonable, so self-reliant, and yet so gentle, she could not but listen to him. Still she refused-and she never did consent; she forbade him ever to think of it again. Then she begged him never to come there again, and told him of her uncle 's threats, and of her fears for him; and then, when he laughed at them, she begged him never, never, under any circumstances, to take any notice of what her uncle might do or say, but rather to stand still and be shot dead; and then, when Bob promised this, she burst into tears, and he had to hold her and comfort her like a little girl. It was pretty bad after that, and but for Polly's out-door exercise she would undoubtedly have succumbed. It seemed as if something had come between her and her uncle. She no longer went about singing like a bird. She suffered under the sense of being misunderstood, and it was so lonely! He too was oppressed by it. 264 POLLY Even Torm shared in it, and his expositions as- sumed a cast terrific in the last degree. It was now December. One evening it culminated. The weather had been too bad for Polly to go out, and she was sick. Finally Stopper was sent for. Polly, who, to use Charity's expression, was "pestered till she was fractious,"' rebelled flatly, and re- fused to keep her bed or to take the medicines prescribed. Charity backed her. Torm got drunk. The Colonel was in a fume, and de- clared his intention to sell Torm next morning, as usual, and to take Charity and Polly and go to Europe. This was well enough; but to Polly 's consternation, when she came to breakfast next morning, she found that the old man's plans had ripened into a scheme to set out on the very next day for Louisiana and New Orleans, where he proposed to spend the winter looking after some plantations she had, and showing her some- thing of the world. Polly remonstrated, re- belled, cajoled. It was all in vain. Stopper had seriously frightened the old man about her health, and lie was adamant. Preparations were set on foot; the brown hair trunks, with their lines of staring brass tacks, were raked out and dusted; the Colonel got into a fever, ordered up 265 IN OLE VIRGINIA all the negroes in the yard, and gave instruc- tions from the front door, like a major-general reviewing his troops; got Torm, Charity, and all the others into a wild flutter; attempted to superintend Polly's matters; made her promises of fabulous gifts; became reminiscent, and told marvelous stories of his old days, which Torm corroborated; and so excited Polly and the plan- tation generally, that from old Betty, who came from the Far Quarters for the purpose of taking it in, down to the blackest little dot on the place, there was not one who did not get into a wild whirl, and talk as if they were all going to New Orleans the next morning, with Joe Rattler on the boot. Polly had, after a stout resistance, surren- dered to her fate, and packed her modest trunk with very mingled feelings. Under other cir- cumstances she would have enjoyed the trip hugely; but she felt now as if it were parting from Bob forever. Her heart was in her throat all day, and even the excitement of packing could not drive away the feeling. She knew she would never see him again. She tried to work out what the end would be. Would he die, or would he marry Malviny Pegram Every one said she would just suit him, and she'd certainly marry him if he asked her. 266 POLLY The sun was shining over the western woods. Bob rode down that way in the afternoon, even when it was raining; he had told her so. He would think it cruel of her to go away thus, and never even let him know. She would, at least, go and tell him good-by. So she did. Bob's face paled suddenly when she told him all, and that look which she had not seen often before settled on it. Then he took her hand and began to explain everything to her. He told her that he had loved her all her life; showed her how she had inspired him to work for and win every success that he had achieved; how it had been her work even more than his. Then he laid before her the life plans he had formed, and proved how they were all for her, and for her only. He made it all so clear, and his voice was so confident, and his face so earnest, as he pleaded and proved it step by step, that she felt, as she leaned against him and he clasped her closely, that he was right, and that she could not part from him. That evening Polly was unusually silent; but the Colonel thought she had never been so sweet. She petted him until he swore that no man on earth was worthy of her, and that none should ever have her. 267 IN OLE VIRGINIA After tea she went to his room to look over his clothes (her especial work), and would let no one, not even her mammy, help her; and when the Colonel insisted on coming in to tell her some more concerning the glories of New Or- leans in his day, she finally put him out and locked the door on him. She was very strange all the evening. As they were to start the next morning, the Colonel was for retiring early; but Polly would not go; she loitered around, hung about the old fellow, petted him, sat on his knee and kissed him, until he was forced to insist on her going to bed. Then she said good-night, and astonished the Colonel by throwing herself into his arms and bursting out crying. The old man soothed her with caresses and baby talk, such as he used to comfort her with when she was a little girl, and when she became calm he handed her to her door as if she had been a duchess. The house was soon quiet, except that once the Colonel heard Polly walking in her room, and mentally determined to chide her for sitting up so late. He, however, drifted off from the subject when he heard some of his young mules galloping around the yard, and he made a sleepy 268 POLLY resolve to sell them all, or to dismiss his over- seer next day for letting them get out of the lot. Before he had quite determined which he would do, he dropped off to sleep again. It was possibly about this time that a young man lifted into her saddle a dark-habited little figure, whose face shone very white in the star- light, and whose tremulous voice would have suggested a refusal had it not been drowned in the deep, earnest tone of her lover. Although she declared that she could not think of doing it, she had on her hat and furs and riding-habit when Bob came. She did, indeed, really beg him to go away; but a few minutes later a pair of horses cantered down the avenue toward the lawn gate, which shut with a bang that so fright- ened the little lady on the bay mare that the young man found it necessary to lean over and throw a steadying arm around her. For the first time in her life Polly saw the sun rise in North Carolina, and a few hours later a gentle-voiced young clergyman, whose sweet- faced wife was wholly carried away by Polly's beauty, received under protest Bob's only gold piece, a coin which he twisted from his watch- chain with the promise to quadruple it if he would preserve it until he could redeem it. 269 IN OLE VIRGINIA When Charity told the Colonel next morning that Polly was gone, the old man for the first time in fifty years turned perfectly white. Then he fell into a consuming rage, and swore until Charity would not have been much surprised to see the devil appear in visible shape and claim him on the spot. He cursed Bob, cursed him- self, cursed Torm, Charity, and the entire female sex individually and collectively, and then, seized by a new idea, he ordered his horse, that he might pursue the runaways, threatened an immediate sale of his whole plantation, and the instantaneous death of Bob, and did in fact get down his great brass-mounted pistols, and lay them by him as he made Torm, Charity, and a half-dozen younger house-servants dress him. Dressing and shaving occupied him about an hour-he always averred that a gentleman could not dress like a gentleman in less time-and, still breathing out threatenings and slaughter, he marched out of his room, making Torm and Charity follow him, each with a pistol. Some- thing prompted him to stop and inspect them in the hall. Taking first one and then the other, he examined them curiously. "Well, I'll be "he said, dryly, and flung both of them crashing through the window. 270 POLLY Turning, he ordered waffles and hoe-cakes for breakfast, and called for the books to have prayers. Polly had utilized the knowledge she had gained as a girl, and had unloaded both pistols the night before, and rammed the balls down again without powder, so as to render them harmless. By breakfast time Torm was in a state of such advanced intoxication that he was unable to walk through the back yard gate, and the Colonel was forced to content himself with sending by Char- ity a message that he would get rid of him early the next morning. He straitly enjoined Charity to tell him, and she as solemnly promised to do so. "Yes, suh, I gwi' tell him," she replied, with a faint tone of being wounded at his dis- trust; and she did, with lurid embellishments. She needed an outlet. Things got worse. The Colonel called up the overseer and gave new orders, as if he proposed to change everything. He forbade any mention of Polly's name, and vowed that lie would send for Mr. Steep, his lawyer, and change his will to spite all creation. This humor, instead of wearing off, seemed to grow worse as the time stretched on, and Torm actually grew sober 271 IN OLE VIRGINIA in the shadow that had fallen on the plantation. The Colonel had Polly's room nailed up and shut himself up in the house. The negroes discussed the condition of affairs in awed undertones, and watched him furtively whenever he passed. Various opinions by turns prevailed. Aunt Betty, who was regarded with veneration, owing partly to the interest the lost Polly had taken in her illness, and partly to her great age (to which she annually added three years), prophesied that he was going to die "in torments," just like some old uncle of his whom no one else had ever heard of until now, but who was raked up by her to serve as a special ex- ample. The chief resemblance seemed to be a certain "rankness in cussin'." Things were certainly going badly, and day by day they grew worse. The Colonel became more and more morose. "He don' even quoil no mo'," Torm com- plained pathetically to Charity. "He jes set still and study. I 'feard he gwine 'stracted. " It was, indeed, lamentable. It was accepted on the plantation that Miss Polly had gone for good-some said down to Louisiana-and would never come back any more. The prevailing im- pression was that, if she did, the Colonel would 272 POLLY certainly kill Bob. Torm had not a doubt of it. Thus matters stood three days before Christ- mas. The whole plantation was plunged in gloom. It would be the first time since Miss Polly was a baby that they had not had "a big Christmas. " Torn-'s lugubrious countenance one morning seemed to shock the Colonel out of his lethargy. He asked how many days there would be before Christmas, and learning that there were but three, he ordered preparations to be made for a great feast and a big time generally. He had the wood-pile replenished as usual, got up his presents, and superintended the Christmas oper- ations himself, as Polly used to do. But it was sad work, and when Torm and Charity retired Christmas Eve night, although Torm had im- bibed plentifully, and the tables were all spread for the great dinner for the servants next day, there was no peace in Torm's discourse; it was all of wrath and judgment to come. Ile had just gone to sleep when there was a knock at the door. "Who dat out dyah" called Charity. "You niggers better go 'long to bed." The knock was repeated. 273 IN OLE VIRGINIA "Who dat out dyah, I say" queried Charity, testily. "Whyn't you go 'long 'way from dat do ' Torm, Torm, dee 's somebody at de do'," she said, as the knocking was renewed. Torm was hard to wake, but at length he got up and moved slowly to the door, grumbling to himself all the time. When finally he undid the latch, Charity, who was in bed, heard him exclaim, "Well, name o' Gord! good Gord A'mighty!" and burst into a wild explosion of laughter. In a second she too was outside of the door, and had Polly in her arms, laughing, jumping, hugging, and kissing her while Torm executed a series of caracoles around them. "Whar Marse Bob" asked both negroes, finally, in a breath. "Hello, Torm! How are you, Mam' Char- ity" called that gentleman, cheerily, coming up from where he had been fastening the horses; and Charity, suddenly mindful of her peculiar appearance and of the frosty air, "scuttled" into the house, conveying her young mistress with her. Presently she came out dressed, and invited Bob in too. She insisted on giving them some- thing to eat; but they had been to supper, and 274 POLLY Polly was much too excited hearing about her uncle to eat anything. She cried a little at Char- ity's description of him, which she tried to keep Bob from seeing, but he saw it, and had to- however, when they got ready to go home, Polly insisted on going to the yard and up on the porch, and when there, she actually kissed the window-blind of the room whence issued a muf- fled snore suggestive, at least, of some degree of forgetfulness. She wanted Bob to kiss it too, but that gentleman apparently found something else more to his taste, and her entreaty was drowned in another sound. Before they remounted their horses Polly car- ried Bob to the greenhouse, where she groped around in the darkness for something, to Bob's complete mystification. "Doesn't it smell sweet in here" she asked. "I don 't smell anything but that mint bed you 've been walking on, " he laughed. As they rode off, leaving Torin and Charity standing in the road, the last thing Polly said was, "Now be sure you tell him-nine o 'clock." "Umm! I know he gwi' sell me den sho 'nough," said Torm, in a tone of conviction, as the horses cantered away in the frosty night. Once or twice, as they galloped along, Bob 275 IN OLE VIRGINIA made some allusion to the mint bed on which Polly had stepped, to which she made no reply. But as he helped her down at her own door, he asked, "What in the world have you got there " "Mint," said she, with a little low, pleased laugh. By light next morning it was known all over the plantation that Miss Polly had returned. The rejoicing, however, was clouded by the fear that nothing would come of it. In Charity's house it was decided that Torm should break the news. Torm was doubtful on the point as the time drew near, but Charity's mind never wavered. Finally he went in with his master's shaving-water, having first tried to establish his courage by sundry pulls at a black bottle. He essayed three times to deliver the message, but each time his courage failed, and he hastened out under pretence of the water having gotten cold. The last time he attracted Charity's attention. "Name o' Gord, Torm, you gwine to scawl hawgs" she asked, sarcastically. The next time he entered the room the Colonel was in a fume of impatience, so he had to fix the water. He set down the can, and bustled about with hypocritical industry. The Colonel, 276 POLLY at last, was almost through; Torm retreated to the door. As his master finished, he put his hand on the knob, and' turning it, said, "Miss Polly come home larse night; sh' say she break- fast at nine o 'clock." Slapbang! came the shaving-can, smashing against the door, just as he dodged out, and the roar of the Colonel followed him across the hall. When finally their master appeared on the portico, Torm and Charity were watching in some doubt whether he would not carry out on the spot his long-threatened purpose. He strode up and down the long porch, evidently in great excitement. "He's turrible dis mornin', " said Torm; "he th'owd de whole kittle o' b'ilin' water at me." "Pity he didn' scawl you to death," said his wife, sympathizingly. She thought Torm's awk- wardness had destroyed Polly's last chance. Torm resorted to his black bottle, and proceeded to talk about the lake of brimstone and fire. Up and down the portico strode the old Colo- nel. His horse was at the rack, where he was always brought before breakfast. (For twenty years he had probably never missed a morning,) Finally the Colonel walked down, and looked at the saddle. Of course, it was all wrong. He 277 IN OLE VIRGINIA fixed it, and, mounting, rode off in the opposite direction to that whence his invitation had come. Charity, looking out of her door, inserted into her diatribe against "all wuthless, drunken, fool niggers" a pathetic parenthesis to the ef- fect that "Ef Marster meet Marse Bob dis miornin', de won' be a hide nor hyah left o' nyah one on 'em; an' dat lamb over dyah, maybe, got oystchers waitin' for him too!" Torm was so much impressed that he left Charity and went out of doors. The Colonel rode down the plantation, his great gray horse quivering with life in the bright winter sunlight. He gave him the rein, and he turned down a cross-road which led out of the plantation into the main highway. Mechanically he opened the gate and rode out. Before he knew where he was he was through the wood, and his horse had stopped at the next gate. It was the gate of Bob's place. The house stood out bright and plain among the yard trees; lines of blue smoke curled up almost straight fromi the chimneys; and he could see two or three ne- groes running backward and forward between the kitchen and the house. The sunlight glis- tened on something in the hand of one of them, and sent a ray of dazzling light all the way to 278 POLLY the old man. He knew it was a plate or a dish. IHe took out his watch and glanced at it; it was fivee minutes to nine o'clock. He started to turn around to go home. As he did so, the memory of all the past swept over him, and of the wrong that had been done him. He would go in and show them his contempt for them by riding in and straight out again; and he actually un- latched the gate and went in. As he rode across the field he recalled all that Polly had been to him from the time when she had first stretched out her arms to him; all the little ways by which she had brought back his youth, and had made his house home, and his heart soft again. Every scene came before him as if to mock him. He felt once more the touch of her little hand; heard again the sound of her voice as it used to ring through the old house and about the grounds; saw her and Bob as children romping about his feet, and he gave a great gulp as he thought how desolate the house was now. He sat up in his saddle stiffer than ever. D-- him! lie would enter his very house, and there to his face and hers denounce him for his baseness; he pushed his horse to a trot. Up to the yard gate he rode, and, dismounting, hitched his horse to the fence, and slamming the gate fiercely 279 IN OLE VIRGINIA behind him, stalked up the walk with his heavy whip clutched fast in his hand. Up the walk and up the steps, without a pause, his face set as grim as rock, and purple with suppressed emotion; for a deluge of memories was over- whelming him. The door was shut; they had locked it on him; but he would burst it in, and-Ah! what was that The door flew suddenly open; there was a cry, a spring, a vision of something dazzling swam before his eyes, and two arms were clasped about his neck, while he was being smothered with kisses from the sweetest mouth in the world, and a face made up of light and laughter, yet tearful, too, like a dew-bathed flower, was pressed to his. And before the Colonel knew it he had, amid laughter and sobs and caresses, been borne into the house, and pressed down at the daintiest little breakfast-table eyes ever saw, set for three persons, and loaded with steaming dishes, and with a great fresh julep by the side of his plate, and Torm standing behind his chair, whilst Bob was helping him to "oystchers,'" and Polly, with dimpling face, was attempting the exploit of pouring out his coffee without moving her arm from around his neck. 280 POLLY The first thing he said after he recovered his breath was, "Where did you get this mint" Polly broke into a peal of rippling, delicious laughter, and tightened the arm about his neck. "Just one more squeeze," said the Colonel; and as she gave it he said, with the light of it all breaking on him, "Damame! if I don't sell you! or, if I can't sell you, I'll give you away -that is, if he'll come over and live with us. " That evening, after the great dinner, at which Polly had sat in her old place at the head of the table, and Bob at the foot, because the Colonel insisted on sitting where Polly could give him one more squeeze, the whole plantation was ablaze with " Christmas, " and Drinkwater Torm, steadying himself against the sideboard, delivered a discourse on peace on earth and good-will to men so powerful and so eloquent that the Colonel, delighted, rose and drank his health, and said, "Damme! if I ever sell him again! " 281 IA ,