"Well, I have, and somebody fought him, but it makes no difference. So, in your father"s case a compromise was effected. The right word again; and that"s what makes me say to my wife, "Nancy, whenever you want the right word go to John Cranceford;" and, as I said a while ago, your father either, for I knowd him as well as any man, and was present at the time he bought a flat-boat n.i.g.g.e.r named Pratt Boyce."
"My father was once forced to sell, but he never bought a negro," the Major replied.
"That so? Well, now, who was it bought Pratt Boyce? You fellers shut up your snortin". I reckon I know what I"m talkin" about."
The county judge and several other men came in and the talk concerning the threatened negro outbreak was again taken up. "It seems rather singular," said the Judge, "that we should worry through a storm of politics and escape any very serious bloodshed and reach a climax after all these years. Of course when two races of people, wholly at variance in morals and social standing, inhabit the same community, there is always more or less danger, still I don"t think that the negroes have so little sense----"
"Ah, the point I made," the Major broke in. "But you see a labor plank has been added to their platform of grievance."
Parker nudged his neighbor. "I says, says I, "Nancy, John Cranceford for the right word.""
"There"s something in that," the Judge replied. "Nothing can be madder than misled labor. We have been singularly free from that sort of disturbances, but I suppose our time must come sooner or later. But I think the militia will have a good effect so far as the negroes themselves are concerned. But of course if the soldiers come and the trouble blows over without any demonstration whatever, there will be considerable dissatisfaction among the people as to why such a step should have been taken. Uncle Parker," he added, turning to the record-keeper, "think we"ll have much cold weather this winter?"
Parker did not answer at once. He knew that glibness would argue against due meditation. "I see a good many signs," he slowly answered. "Hornets hung their nests on the low limbs of the trees, and there are other indications, still it largely depends on the condition of the wind.
Sometimes a change of wind knocks out all calculations, still, I feel a.s.sured in saying that we are goin" to have a good deal of frost first and last; but if the militia don"t get here in time we are mighty apt to have it hotter before we have it colder. Last night while I sat at home by the fire a smokin" of my pipe, and Nancy a-settin" there a-nittin" a pair of socks for a preacher, I looks up and I says, "there"s goin" to be trouble in this community before many changes of the moon," I says, and I want at all surprised to-day when the Major here come a-ridin" in with his news. Don"t reckon any of you ricollect the time we come mighty nigh havin" a n.i.g.g.e.r uprisin" before the war. But we nipped it in the bud; and I know they hung a yaller feller that cost me fifteen hundred dollars in gold."
The old man was so pleased to find himself listened to by so large a company that he squared himself for a longer discourse upon happenings antedating the memory of any one present, but attention split off and left him talking to a neighbor, who long ago was weary of the sage"s recollections. Wisdom lends its conceit to the aged, and Parker was very old; and when his neighbor gave him but a tired ear, he turned from him and boldly demanded the Major"s attention, but at this moment the telegraph operator came in with a dispatch. And now all interests were centered. The Major tore open the envelope and read aloud the following from the governor:
"Troops are at compet.i.tive drill in Mississippi. Have ordered them home."
The Major stood leaning with his elbow on the top of the clerk"s tall desk. He looked again at the dispatch, reading it to himself, and about him was the sound of shuffling feet.
"Well, it won"t take them more than twenty-four hours to get home," he said, "and that will be time enough. But Billy, we"d better not swear out that warrant till they come."
"That"s wise," said the Judge, a cautious man. "His followers would not stand to see him taken in by the civil authorities; it"s not showy enough."
And Parker, speaking up, declared the Judge was right. "I ricollect the militia come down here once durin" the days of the carpet-baggers, and----"
"But let no one speak of the dispatch having been sent to the governor,"
said the Judge. "Billy, when the sheriff comes back you"d better tell him to appoint forthwith at least a hundred deputies."
"In fact," the Major replied, "every law-abiding man in the county might be declared a deputy."
Old Parker found his neighbor and nudged him. "I says to my wife, "Nancy," says I, "whenever you want the right idee, go to John Cranceford and you"ll get it.""
"That"s all right, Uncle Parker," the irritated man replied. "I don"t give a continental and you needn"t keep on coming to me with it."
"You don"t? Then what sort of a man are you?"
"You boys quit your mowling over there," the county clerk commanded.
"Major," said the Judge, "the troops will doubtless come by boat and land near your place. Don"t you think it would be a good idea for you to come over with them? The truth is you know our people are always more or less prejudiced against militia, and it is therefore best to have a well-known citizen come along with them."
"I don"t know but that you are right," said the Major. "Yes, I will come with them."
He bade the men good day and turned to go, and out into the hall the Judge came following him. "By the way, Major," said he, "you are of course willing to take all responsibility; and I"d a little rather you wouldn"t mention my name in connection with the militia"s coming down here, for the ordering out of troops is always looked upon as a sort of snap judgment."
"I thought you said that you were not going to run for office again,"
the Major bluntly replied.
The Judge stammered and though the hall was but dimly lighted, the Major saw that his face was growing red.
"I have reconsidered that," confessed the politician, "and next season I shall be a candidate for re-election."
"And I will oppose you, sir."
"Oppose me? And why so?"
"Because you"ve got no nerve. I believe, sir, that in your smooth way you once took occasion to say that Gideon Batts was a loud-mouth and most imprudent man. But, sir, there is more merit in the loud bark of a dog than in the soft tread of a cat. I will oppose you when the time comes, but I will shoulder the responsibility of martial law in this community. Good day, sir."
"Major----"
"I said good day, sir."
The old gentleman strode hotly out to the rack where his horse was tied, and thereabout was gathered a number of boys, discussing the coming danger which in their shrewdness they had keenly sniffed. Among them he distributed pieces of money, wherewith to buy picture books, he said, but they replied that they were going to buy powder and he smiled upon them as he mounted his horse to ride away.
In the road not far distant from the town he met Larnage, the Frenchman.
The day before he would have pa.s.sed him merely with a nod, as he scarcely knew him by sight and had forgotten his name; but the hardware dealer had recalled it and upon it had put an emphasis; so, reining up his horse, he motioned the man to stop.
"How long have you been in this neighborhood?" the Major asked. At this abruptness the Frenchman was astonished.
"I do not understand," he replied.
"Yes you do. How long have you been here?"
"Oh, I understand that, but I do not understand why you should ask."
"But can"t you tell me?"
"I can be so obliging. I have lived here two years."
"And how long in the United States?"
"Ten years. And now will you have the goodness to tell me why you wish to know? Will you be so kind as I have been?"
"Well, to be frank, I don"t hear a very good report of you."
"But who is appointed to make a report of me? I attend to my own business, and is this a bad report to make of a citizen of the country?
If you will have the goodness to pardon me I will ride on."
"Wait a moment. Why are you buying so many cartridges?"
The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders. "Has not the citizen of the country a right to spend his money? I have heard that the Major is polite. He must not be well to-day. Shall I ride on now? Ah, I thank you."
Onward the Frenchman rode, and gazing back at him the Major mused: "The frog-eater gave me the worst of it. But I believe he"s a scoundrel all the same. I didn"t get at him in the right way. Sorry I said anything to him."