Finally she got up from the window and got ready for bed and got in without saying her prayers. There were two heavy double beds in the room. The girls were occupying the other one and she tried to think of something cold and clammy that she could hide in their bed but her thought was fruitless. She didn"t have anything she could think of, like a chicken carca.s.s or a piece of beef liver. The sound of the calliope coming through the window kept her awake and she remembered that she hadn"t said her prayers and got up and knelt down and began them. She took a running start and went through to the other side of the Apostle"s Creed and then hung by her chin on the side of the bed, empty-minded. Her prayers, when she remembered to say them, were usually perfunctory but sometimes when she had done something wrong or heard music or lost something, or sometimes for no reason at all, she would be moved to fervor and would think of Christ on the long journey to Calvary, crushed three times under the rough cross. Her mind would stay on this a while and then get empty and when something roused her, she would find that she was thinking of a different thing entirely, of some dog or some girl or something she was going to do some day. Tonight, remembering Wendell and Cory, she was filled with thanksgiving and almost weeping with delight, she said, "Lord, Lord, thank You that I"m not in the Church of G.o.d, thank You Lord, thank You!" and got back in bed and kept repeating it until she went to sleep.
The girls came in at a quarter to twelve and waked her up with their giggling. They turned on the small blue-shaded lamp to see to get undressed by and their skinny shadows climbed up the wall and broke and continued moving about softly on the ceiling. The child sat up to hear what all they had seen at the fair. Susan had a plastic pistol full of cheap candy and Joanne a pasteboard cat with red polka dots in it. "Did you see the monkeys dance?" the child asked. "Did you see that fat man and those midgets?"
"All kinds of freaks," Joanne said. And then she said to Susan, "I enjoyed it all but the you-know-what," and her face a.s.sumed a peculiar expression as if she had bit into something that she didn"t know if she liked or not.
The other stood still and shook her head once and nodded slightly at the child. "Little pitchers," she said in a low voice but the child heard it and her heart began to beat very fast.
She got out of her bed and climbed onto the footboard of theirs. They turned off the light and got in but she didn"t move. She sat there, looking hard at them until their faces were well defined in the dark. "I"m not as old as you all," she said, "but I"m about a million times smarter."
"There are some things," Susan said, "that a child of your age doesn"t know," and they both began to giggle.
"Go back to your own bed," Joanne said.
The child didn"t move. "One time," she said, her voice hollow-sounding in the dark, "I saw this rabbit have rabbits."
There was a silence. Then Susan said, "How?" in an indifferent tone and she knew that she had them. She said she wouldn"t tell until they told about the you-know-what. Actually she had never seen a rabbit have rabbits but she forgot this as they began to tell what they had seen in the tent.
It had been a freak with a particular name but they couldn"t remember the name. The tent where it was had been divided into two parts by a black curtain, one side for men and one for women. The freak went from one side to the other, talking first to the men and then to the women, but everyone could hear. The stage ran all the way across the front. The girls heard the freak say to the men, "I"m going to show you this and if you laugh, G.o.d may strike you the same way." The freak had a country voice, slow and nasal and neither high nor low, just flat. "G.o.d made me thisaway and if you laugh He may strike you the same way. This is the way He wanted me to be and I ain"t disputing His way. I"m showing you because I got to make the best of it. I expect you to act like ladies and gentlemen. I never done it to myself nor had a thing to do with it but I"m making the best of it. I don"t dispute hit." Then there was a long silence on the other side of the tent and finally the freak left the men and came over onto the women"s side and said the same thing.
The child felt every muscle strained as if she were hearing the answer to a riddle that was more puzzling than the riddle itself. "You mean it had two heads?" she said.
"No," Susan said, "it was a man and woman both. It pulled up its dress and showed us. It had on a blue dress."
The child wanted to ask how it could be a man and woman both without two heads but she did not. She wanted to get back into her own bed and think it out and she began to climb down off the footboard.
"What about the rabbit?" Joanne asked.
The child stopped and only her face appeared over the footboard, abstracted, absent. "It spit them out of its mouth," she said, "six of them."
She lay in bed trying to picture the tent with the freak walking from side to side but she was too sleepy to figure it out. She was better able to see the faces of the country people watching, the men more solemn than they were in church, and the women stern and polite, with painted-looking eyes, standing as if they were waiting for the first note of the piano to begin the hymn. She could hear the freak saying, "G.o.d made me thisaway and I don"t dispute hit," and the people saying, "Amen. Amen."
"G.o.d done this to me and I praise Him."
"Amen. Amen."
"He could strike you thisaway."
"Amen. Amen."
"But he has not."
"Amen."
"Raise yourself up. A temple of the Holy Ghost. Youl You are G.o.d"s temple, don"t you know? Don"t you know? G.o.d"s Spirit has a dwelling in you, don"t you know?"
"Amen. Amen."
"If anybody desecrates the temple of G.o.d, G.o.d will bring him to ruin and if you laugh, He may strike you thisaway. A temple of G.o.d is a holy thing. Amen. Amen."
"I am a temple of the Holy Ghost."
"Amen."
The people began to slap their hands without making a loud noise and with a regular beat between the Amens, more and more softly, as if they knew there was a child near, half asleep.
The next afternoon the girls put on their brown convent uniforms again and the child and her mother took them back to Mount St. Scholastica. "Oh glory, oh Pete!" they said. "Back to the salt mines." Alonzo Myers drove them and the child sat in front with him and her mother sat in back between the two girls, telling them such things as how pleased she was to have had them and how they must come back again and then about the good times she and their mothers had had when they were girls at the convent. The child didn"t listen to any of this twaddle but kept as close to the locked door as she could get and held her head out the window. They had thought Alonzo would smell better on Sunday but he did not. With her hair blowing over her face she could look directly into the ivory sun which was framed in the middle of the blue afternoon but when she pulled it away from her eyes she had to squint.
Mount St. Scholastica was a red brick house set back in a garden in the center of town. There was a filling station on one side of it and a firehouse on the other. It had a high black grillework fence around it and narrow bricked walks between old trees and j.a.ponica bushes that were heavy with blooms. A big moon-faced nun came bustling to the door to let them in and embraced her mother and would have done the same to her but that she stuck out her hand and preserved a frigid frown, looking just past the sister"s shoes at the wainscoting. They had a tendency to kiss even homely children, but the nun shook her hand vigorously and even cracked her knuckles a little and said they must come to the chapel, that benediction was just beginning. You put your foot in their door and they got you praying, the child thought as they hurried down the polished corridor.
You"d think she had to catch a train, she continued in the same ugly vein as they entered the chapel where the sisters were kneeling on one side and the girls, all in brown uniforms, on the other. The chapel smelled of incense. It was light green and gold, a series of springing arches that ended with the one over the altar where the priest was kneeling in front of the monstrance, bowed low. A small boy in a surplice was standing behind him, swinging the censer. The child knelt down between her mother and the nun and they were well into the "Tantum Ergo" before her ugly thoughts stopped and she began to realize that she was in the presence of G.o.d. Hep me not to be so mean, she began mechanically. Hep me not to give her so much sa.s.s. Hep me not to talk like I do. Her mind began to get quiet and then empty but when the priest raised the monstrance with the Host shining ivory-colored in the center of it, she was thinking of the tent at the fair that had the freak in it. The freak was saying, "I don"t dispute hit. This is the way He wanted me to be."
As they were leaving the convent door, the big nun swooped down on her mischievously and nearly smothered her in the black habit, mashing the side of her face into the crucifix hitched onto her belt and then holding her off and looking at her with little periwinkle eyes.
On the way home she and her mother sat in the back and Alonzo drove by himself in the front. The child observed three folds of fat in the back of his neck and noted that his ears were pointed almost like a pig"s. Her mother, making conversation, asked him if he had gone to the fair.
"Gone," he said, "and never missed a thing and it was good I gone when I did because they ain"t going to have it next week like they said they was."
"Why?" asked her mother.
"They shut it on down," he said. "Some of the preachers from town gone out and inspected it and got the police to shut it on down."
Her mother let the conversation drop and the child"s round face was lost in thought. She turned it toward the window and looked out over a stretch of pasture land that rose and fell with a gathering greenness until it touched the dark woods. The sun was a huge red ball like an elevated Host drenched in blood and when it sank out of sight, it left a line in the sky like a red clay road hanging over the trees.
The Artificial n.i.g.g.e.r
Mr. Head awakened to discover that the room was full of moonlight. He sat up and stared at the floor boardsa"the color of silvera"and then at the ticking on his pillow, which might have been brocade, and after a second, he saw half of the moon five feet away in his shaving mirror, paused as if it were waiting for his permission to enter. It rolled forward and cast a dignifying light on everything. The straight chair against the wall looked stiff and attentive as if it were awaiting an order and Mr. Head"s trousers, hanging to the back of it, had an almost n.o.ble air, like the garment some great man had just flung to his servant; but the face on the moon was a grave one. It gazed across the room and out the window where it floated over the horse stall and appeared to contemplate itself with the look of a young man who sees his old age before him.
Mr. Head could have said to it that age was a choice blessing and that only with years does a man enter into that calm understanding of life that makes him a suitable guide for the young. This, at least, had been his own experience.
He sat up and grasped the iron posts at the foot of his bed and raised himself until he could see the face on the alarm clock which sat on an overturned bucket beside the chair. The hour was two in the morning. The alarm on the clock did not work but he was not dependent on any mechanical means to awaken him. Sixty years had not dulled his responses; his physical reactions, like his moral ones, were guided by his will and strong character, and these could be seen plainly in his features. He had a long tube-like face with a long rounded open jaw and a long depressed nose. His eyes were alert but quiet, and in the miraculous moonlight they had a look of composure and of ancient wisdom as if they belonged to one of the great guides of men. He might have been Vergil summoned in the middle of the night to go to Dante, or better, Raphael, awakened by a blast of G.o.d"s light to fly to the side of Tobias. The only dark spot in the room was Nelson"s pallet, underneath the shadow of the window.
Nelson was hunched over on his side, his knees under his chin and his heels under his bottom. His new suit and hat were in the boxes that they had been sent in and these were on the floor at the foot of the pallet where he could get his hands on them as soon as he woke up. The slop jar, out of the shadow and made snow-white in the moonlight, appeared to stand guard over him like a small personal angel. Mr. Head lay back down, feeling entirely confident that he could carry out the moral mission of the coming day. He meant to be up before Nelson and to have the breakfast cooking by the time he awakened. The boy was always irked when Mr. Head was the first up. They would have to leave the house at four to get to the railroad junction by five-thirty. The train was to stop for them at five forty-five and they had to be there on time for this train was stopping merely to accommodate them.
This would be the boy"s first trip to the city though he claimed it would be his second because he had been born there. Mr. Head had tried to point out to him that when he was born he didn"t have the intelligence to determine his whereabouts but this had made no impression on the child at all and he continued to insist that this was to be his second trip. It would be Mr. Head"s third trip. Nelson had said, "I will"ve already been there twict and I ain"t but ten."
Mr. Head had contradicted him.
"If you ain"t been there in fifteen years, how you know you"ll be able to find your way about?" Nelson had asked. "How you know it hasn"t changed some?"
"Have you ever," Mr. Head had asked, "seen me lost?"
Nelson certainly had not but he was a child who was never satisfied until he had given an impudent answer and he replied, "It"s nowhere around here to get lost at."
"The day is going to come," Mr. Head prophesied, "when you"ll find you ain"t as smart as you think you are." He had been thinking about this trip for several months but it was for the most part in moral terms that he conceived it. It was to be a lesson that the boy would never forget. He was to find out from it that he had no cause for pride merely because he had been born in a city. He was to find out that the city is not a great place. Mr. Head meant him to see everything there is to see in a city so that he would be content to stay at home for the rest of his life. He fell asleep thinking how the boy would at last find out that he was not as smart as he thought he was.
He was awakened at three-thirty by the smell of fatback frying and he leaped off his cot. The pallet was empty and the clothes boxes had been thrown open. He put on his trousers and ran into the other room. The boy had a corn pone on cooking and had fried the meat. He was sitting in the half-dark at the table, drinking cold coffee out of a can. He had on his new suit and his new gray hat pulled low over his eyes. It was too big for him but they had ordered it a size large because they expected his head to grow. He didn"t say anything but his entire figure suggested satisfaction at having arisen before Mr. Head.
Mr. Head went to the stove and brought the meat to the table in the skillet. "It"s no hurry," he said. "You"ll get there soon enough and it"s no guarantee you"ll like it when you do neither," and he sat down across from the boy whose hat teetered back slowly to reveal a fiercely expressionless face, very much the same shape as the old man"s. They were grandfather and grandson but they looked enough alike to be brothers and brothers not too far apart in age, for Mr. Head had a youthful expression by daylight, while the boy"s look was ancient, as if he knew everything already and would be pleased to forget it.
Mr. Head had once had a wife and daughter and when the wife died, the daughter ran away and returned after an interval with Nelson. Then one morning, without getting out of bed, she died and left Mr. Head with sole care of the year-old child. He had made the mistake of telling Nelson that he had been born in Atlanta. If he hadn"t told him that, Nelson couldn"t have insisted that this was going to be his second trip.
"You may not like it a bit," Mr. Head continued. "It"ll be full of n.i.g.g.e.rs."
The boy made a face as if he could handle a n.i.g.g.e.r.
"All right," Mr. Head said. "You ain"t ever seen a n.i.g.g.e.r."
"You wasn"t up very early," Nelson said.
"You ain"t ever seen a n.i.g.g.e.r," Mr. Head repeated. "There hasn"t been a n.i.g.g.e.r in this county since we run that one out twelve years ago and that was before you were born." He looked at the boy as if he were daring him to say he had ever seen a Negro.
"How you know I never saw a n.i.g.g.e.r when I lived there before?" Nelson asked. "I probably saw a lot of n.i.g.g.e.rs."
"If you seen one you didn"t know what he was," Mr. Head said, completely exasperated. "A six-month-old child don"t know a n.i.g.g.e.r from anybody else."
"I reckon I"ll know a n.i.g.g.e.r if I see one," the boy said and got up and straightened his slick sharply creased gray hat and went outside to the privy.
They reached the junction some time before the train was due to arrive and stood about two feet from the first set of tracks. Mr. Head carried a paper sack with some biscuits and a can of sardines in it for their lunch. A coa.r.s.e-looking orange-colored sun coming up behind the east range of mountains was making the sky a dull red behind them, but in front of them it was still gray and they faced a gray transparent moon, hardly stronger than a thumbprint and completely without light. A small tin switch box and a black fuel tank were all there was to mark the place as a junction; the tracks were double and did not converge again until they were hidden behind the bends at either end of the clearing. Trains pa.s.sing appeared to emerge from a tunnel of trees and, hit for a second by the cold sky, vanish terrified into the woods again. Mr. Head had had to make special arrangements with the ticket agent to have this train stop and he was secretly afraid it would not, in which case, he knew Nelson would say, "I never thought no train was going to stop for you." Under the useless morning moon the tracks looked white and fragile. Both the old man and the child stared ahead as if they were awaiting an apparition.
Then suddenly, before Mr. Head could make up his mind to turn back, there was a deep warning bleat and the train appeared, gliding very slowly, almost silently around the bend of trees about two hundred yards down the track, with one yellow front light shining. Mr. Head was still not certain it would stop and he felt it would make an even bigger idiot of him if it went by slowly. Both he and Nelson, however, were prepared to ignore the train if it pa.s.sed them.
The engine charged by, filling their noses with the smell of hot metal and then the second coach came to a stop exactly where they were standing. A conductor with the face of an ancient bloated bulldog was on the step as if he expected them, though he did not look as if it mattered one way or the other to him if they got on or not. "To the right," he said.
Their entry took only a fraction of a second and the train was already speeding on as they entered the quiet car. Most of the travelers were still sleeping, some with their heads hanging off the chair arms, some stretched across two seats, and some sprawled out with their feet in the aisle. Mr. Head saw two unoccupied seats and pushed Nelson toward them. "Get in there by the winder," he said in his normal voice which was very loud at this hour of the morning. "n.o.body cares if you sit there because it"s n.o.body in it. Sit right there."
"I heard you," the boy muttered. "It"s no use in you yelling," and he sat down and turned his head to the gla.s.s. There he saw a pale ghost-like face scowling at him beneath the brim of a pale ghost-like hat. His grandfather, looking quickly too, saw a different ghost, pale but grinning, under a black hat.
Mr. Head sat down and settled himself and took out his ticket and started reading aloud everything that was printed on it. People began to stir. Several woke up and stared at him. "Take off your hat," he said to Nelson and took off his own and put it on his knee. He had a small amount of white hair that had turned tobacco-colored over the years and this lay flat across the back of his head. The front of his head was bald and creased. Nelson took off his hat and put it on his knee and they waited for the conductor to come ask for their tickets.
The man across the aisle from them was spread out over two seats, his feet propped on the window and his head jutting into the aisle. He had on a light blue suit and a yellow shirt unb.u.t.toned at the neck. His eyes had just opened and Mr. Head was ready to introduce himself when the conductor came up from behind and growled, "Tickets."
When the conductor had gone, Mr. Head gave Nelson the return half of his ticket and said, "Now put that in your pocket and don"t lose it or you"ll have to stay in the city."
"Maybe I will," Nelson said as if this were a reasonable suggestion.
Mr. Head ignored him. "First time this boy has ever been on a train," he explained to the man across the aisle, who was sitting up now on the edge of his seat with both feet on the floor.
Nelson jerked his hat on again and turned angrily to the window.
"He"s never seen anything before," Mr. Head continued. "Ignorant as the day he was born, but I mean for him to get his fill once and for all."
The boy leaned forward, across his grandfather and toward the stranger. "I was born in the city," he said. "I was born there. This is my second trip." He said it in a high positive voice but the man across the aisle didn"t look as if he understood. There were heavy purple circles under his eyes.
Mr. Head reached across the aisle and tapped him on the arm. "The thing to do with a boy," he said sagely, "is to show him all it is to show. Don"t hold nothing back."
"Yeah," the man said. He gazed down at his swollen feet and lifted the left one about ten inches from the floor. After a minute he put it down and lifted the other. All through the car people began to get up and move about and yawn and stretch. Separate voices could be heard here and there and then a general hum. Suddenly Mr. Head"s serene expression changed. His mouth almost closed and a light, fierce and cautious both, came into his eyes. He was looking down the length of the car. Without turning, he caught Nelson by the arm and pulled him forward. "Look," he said.
A huge coffee-colored man was coming slowly forward. He had on a light suit and a yellow satin tie with a ruby pin in it. One of his hands rested on his stomach which rode majestically under his b.u.t.toned coat, and in the other he held the head of a black walking stick that he picked up and set down with a deliberate outward motion each time he took a step. He was proceeding very slowly, his large brown eyes gazing over the heads of the pa.s.sengers. He had a small white mustache and white crinkly hair. Behind him there were two young women, both coffee-colored, one in a yellow dress and one in a green. Their progress was kept at the rate of his and they chatted in low throaty voices as they followed him.
Mr. Head"s grip was tightening insistently on Nelson"s arm. As the procession pa.s.sed them, the light from a sapphire ring on the brown hand that picked up the cane reflected in Mr. Head"s eye, but he did not look up nor did the tremendous man look at him. The group proceeded up the rest of the aisle and out of the car. Mr. Head"s grip on Nelson"s arm loosened. "What was that?" he asked.
"A man," the boy said and gave him an indignant look as if he were tired of having his intelligence insulted.
"What kind of a man?" Mr. Head persisted, his voice expressionless.
"A fat man," Nelson said. He was beginning to feel that he had better be cautious.
"You don"t know what kind?" Mr. Head said in a final tone.
"An old man," the boy said and had a sudden foreboding that he was not going to enjoy the day.
"That was a n.i.g.g.e.r," Mr. Head said and sat back.
Nelson jumped up on the seat and stood looking backward to the end of the car but the Negro had gone.
"I"d of thought you"d know a n.i.g.g.e.r since you seen so many when you was in the city on your first visit," Mr. Head continued. "That"s his first n.i.g.g.e.r," he said to the man across the aisle.
The boy slid down into the seat. "You said they were black," he said in an angry voice. "You never said they were tan. How do you expect me to know anything when you don"t tell me right?"
"You"re just ignorant is all," Mr. Head said and he got up and moved over in the vacant seat by the man across the aisle.
Nelson turned backward again and looked where the Negro had disappeared. He felt that the Negro had deliberately walked down the aisle in order to make a fool of him and he hated him with a fierce raw fresh hate; and also, he understood now why his grandfather disliked them. He looked toward the window and the face there seemed to suggest that he might be inadequate to the day"s exactions. He wondered if he would even recognize the city when they came to it.
After he had told several stories, Mr. Head realized that the man he was talking to was asleep and he got up and suggested to Nelson that they walk over the train and see the parts of it. He particularly wanted the boy to see the toilet so they went first to the men"s room and examined the plumbing. Mr. Head demonstrated the ice-water cooler as if he had invented it and showed Nelson the bowl with the single spigot where the travelers brushed their teeth. They went through several cars and came to the diner.
This was the most elegant car in the train. It was painted a rich egg-yellow and had a wine-colored carpet on the floor. There were wide windows over the tables and great s.p.a.ces of the rolling view were caught in miniature in the sides of the coffee pots and in the gla.s.ses. Three very black Negroes in white suits and ap.r.o.ns were running up and down the aisle, swinging trays and bowing and bending over the travelers eating breakfast. One of them rushed up to Mr. Head and Nelson and said, holding up two fingers, "s.p.a.ce for two!" but Mr. Head replied in a loud voice, "We eaten before we left!"
The waiter wore large brown spectacles that increased the size of his eye whites. "Stan" aside then please," he said with an airy wave of the arm as if he were brushing aside flies.
Neither Nelson nor Mr. Head moved a fraction of an inch. "Look," Mr. Head said.
The near corner of the diner, containing two tables, was set off from the rest by a saffron-colored curtain. One table was set but empty but at the other, facing them, his back to the drape, sat the tremendous Negro. He was speaking in a soft voice to the two women while he b.u.t.tered a m.u.f.fin. He had a heavy sad face and his neck bulged over his white collar on either side. "They rope them off," Mr. Head explained. Then he said, "Let"s go see the kitchen," and they walked the length of the diner but the black waiter was coming fast behind them.
"Pa.s.sengers are not allowed in the kitchen!" he said in a haughty voice. "Pa.s.sengers are NOT allowed in the kitchen!"
Mr. Head stopped where he was and turned. "And there"s good reason for that," he shouted into the Negro"s chest, "because the c.o.c.kroaches would run the pa.s.sengers out!"
All the travelers laughed and Mr. Head and Nelson walked out, grinning. Mr. Head was known at home for his quick wit and Nelson felt a sudden keen pride in him. He realized the old man would be his only support in the strange place they were approaching. He would be entirely alone in the world if he were ever lost from his grandfather. A terrible excitement shook him and he wanted to take hold of Mr. Head"s coat and hold on like a child.
As they went back to their seats they could see through the pa.s.sing windows that the countryside was becoming speckled with small houses and shacks and that a highway ran alongside the train. Cars sped by on it, very small and fast. Nelson felt that there was less breath in the air than there had been thirty minutes ago. The man across the aisle had left and there was no one near for Mr. Head to hold a conversation with so he looked out the window, through his own reflection, and read aloud the names of the buildings they were pa.s.sing. "The Dixie Chemical Corp!" he announced. "Southern Maid Flour! Dixie Doors! Southern Belle Cotton Products! Patty"s Peanut b.u.t.ter! Southern Mammy Cane Syrup!"
"Hush up!" Nelson hissed.