"All the trouble you want," said the Englishman. "By Jove, I don"t want any. Your servant or your master. Quite remarkable."
"Don"t know how remarkable it is, but it"s a fact all the same," Gid replied. "You"ve had trouble, I understand."
"Yes, quite a bit. I"ve had to drive them off a time or two; the rascals laughed at me. Quite full of fun they were, I a.s.sure you. I had thought that they were a solemn race. They are everywhere else except in America."
"It is singular," the Major spoke up, "but it is nevertheless true that the American negro is the only species of the African race that has a sense of humor. There"s no humor in the Spanish negro, nor in the English negro, nor in fact in the American negro born north of the Ohio river, but the Southern negro is as full of drollery as a black bear."
"Ah, yes, a little too full of it, I fancy," Mr. Low replied. "I threatened them with the law, but they laughed the more and were really worse in every respect after that."
"With the law!" old Gid snorted. "What the deuce do they care about the law, and what sort of law do you reckon could keep a man from laughing?
You ought to threatened them with a snake bone or a rabbit"s foot."
"I beg pardon. A snake bone or a rabbit"s foot, did you say? I really don"t understand."
"Yes, threaten to conjure them. That might have fetched them."
"Ah, I see. Quite extraordinary, I a.s.sure you."
The priest began to talk, and with profound attention they turned to him. He sat there with the mystery of the medieval ages about him, with a great and silent authority behind him.
"Have you gentlemen ever considered the religious condition of the negro? Have you not made his religion a joke? Is it not a popular belief that he will shout at his mourners" bench until midnight and steal a chicken before the dawn? He has been taught that religion is purely an emotion and not a matter of duty. He does not know that it means a life of inward humanity and outward obedience. I have come to teach him this, to save him; for in our church lies his only salvation, not alone of his soul, but of his body and of his rights as well as of his soul. I speak boldly, for I am an American, the descendant of American patriots. And I tell you that the Methodist negro and the Baptist negro and the Presbyterian negro are mere local issues; but the Catholic negro is international--he belongs to the great nervous system of Rome; and whenever Rome reaches out and draws him in, he is that moment removed as a turbulent element from politics. Although slavery was long ago abolished, there existed and to some small extent still exists a bond between the white man and the black man of the South--a sort of family tie; but this tie is straining and will soon be broken; a new generation is coming, and the negro and the white man will be two antagonistic forces, holding in common no sunny past--one remembering that his father was a master, the other that his father was a slave. When that time comes, and it is almost at hand, there will be a serious trouble growing out of a second readjustment. The Anglo-Saxon race cannot live on a perfect equality with any other race; it must rule; it demands complete obedience. And the negro will resent this demand, more and more as the old family ties are weakened. He has seen that his support at the North was merely a political sentiment, and must know that it will not sustain him in his efforts against capital, for capital, in the eye of capital, is always just, and labor, while unfortunate, is always wrong. And when the negro realizes this, remembering all his other wrongs, he will become desperate. That is the situation. But is there no way to avert this coming strife? I am here to say that there is. As communicants of the Catholic Church the negroes will not listen to the labor agitator.
He will listen to the church, which will advise peace and submission to proper authority."
The priest had not gone far into his discourse before the Major began to walk up and down the porch in front of him, nodding at him each time as he pa.s.sed. And when the clergyman ceased to speak, the Major, halting and facing him, thus replied: "There may be some truth, sir, in what you have said--there is some little truth in the wildest of speculation--but I should like to ask you why is not a Protestant negro in a Protestant country as safe as a Catholic negro in a Protestant country? You tell me that your religion will protect the negro, and I ask you why it does not protect the laborer in the North? You say that the Protestant negro in the South is a local issue, and I ask you why is not a Catholic laborer in the North an international issue? If the negro of the South, yielding to your persuasion, is to become a part of the great nervous system of Rome, why are not Catholic laborers everywhere a part of that system? I think, sir, that you have shrewdly introduced a special plea. Your church, with its business eyes always wide open, sees a chance to make converts and is taking advantage of it. And I will not say that I will oppose your cause. If the negro thinks that your church is better for him than the Protestant churches have proved themselves to be, why I say let him be taken in. I admit that we are not greatly concerned over the negro"s religion. We are satisfied with the fact that he has his churches and that he has always been amply provided with preachers agreeing with him in creed and color of skin. I will concede that his professions of faith are regarded more or less in the light of a joke.
But I want to tell you one thing--that the negro"s best friends live here in the South. From us he knows exactly what to expect. He knows that he cannot rule us--knows that he must work for a living. The lands belong to the white man and the white man pays the taxes, and the white man would be a fool to permit the negro to manage his affairs. Men who dig in the coal mines of Pennsylvania don"t manage the affairs of the company that owns the mines. I cannot question the correctness of one of your views--that the old tie is straining and may soon be broken. The old negroes still regard us with a sort of veneration, but if the younger ones show respect it is out of fear. Into this county a large number of negroes have lately come from Mississippi and South Carolina.
They have been brought up on large plantations and have but a limited acquaintance with the white man. Instinctively they hate him. And these newcomers will listen to the voice of the agitator and by their example will lead their brethren into trouble. You are right when you say that the Anglo-Saxon race must rule. It will rule a community as it must eventually rule the civilized world. But I don"t see how your church is to be the temporal as well as the spiritual salvation of the negro."
The Major sat down; the priest smiled gravely, showing the shape into which conviction and determination had molded his mouth. "My church is not at all times able to prevent labor troubles in the North," said he, "but it has often prevented the shedding of blood."
"Ah," the Major broke in, "that may be true; and so has the influence of the other churches. But what I want to know is this: How can you protect a negro here more than you protect an Italian in the North?"
"My dear sir, the Italian in the North is protected."
"I grant you, but by the law rather than by the church."
"But is not the church behind the law?" There was a shrewd twinkle in the priest"s eyes, and he was about to proceed with his talk when old Gid snorted: "I gad, I hear that the public schools of the North are in the hands of the Catholics, and if that"s the case I reckon they"ve got a pretty good hold on the court house. I understand that they daresn"t open a Bible in the public schools of Chicago; and they also tell me that the children there have to learn Dutch. Zounds, ain"t that enough to make old Andy Jackson rattle his bones in his grave? I wish I had my way for a few weeks. I"d show the world that this is America. I"d catch low-browed wretches carrying all sorts of spotted and grid-ironed flags through the streets. Dutch! Now, I"d just like to hear a child of mine gabbling Dutch."
The priest addressed himself to the Major: "You ask how we are to protect the negro in the South. I will tell you--by teaching him that except in the Catholic Church he cannot hope to find perfect equality.
Our communion knows no color--save red, and that is the blood of Christ.
Our religion is the only true democracy, but a democracy which teaches that a man must respect himself before he should expect others to respect him. But, my dear Major, I am not here to convince you, but to convince the negro. He has been buffeted about by political parties, and now it remains for the church to save him. One of these days an act rather than a word may convince you."
Tom had come out upon the porch. For a time he stood, listening, then quickly stepping down into the yard, he gazed toward the dairy house, into which, accompanied by a negro woman, had gone a slim girl, wearing a gingham sun-bonnet. The girl came out, carrying a jug, and hastened toward the yard gate. Tom heard the gate-latch click and then stepped quickly to the corner of the house; and when out of sight he almost ran to overtake the girl. She had reached the road, and she pretended to walk faster when she heard his footsteps. She did not raise her eyes as he came up beside her.
"Let me carry the jug, Sallie."
"No, I can carry it."
"Give it to me."
He took the jug and she looked up at him with a smile.
"How"s your uncle, Sallie?"
"He ain"t any better."
Her uncle was Wash Sanders. Twenty years had pa.s.sed since he had first issued a bulletin that he was dying. He had liver trouble and a strong combination of other ailments, but he kept on living. At first the neighbors had confidence in him, and believed that he was about to pa.s.s away, but as the weeks were stretched into years, as men who had been strong and hearty were one by one borne to the grave, they began to lose faith in Wash Sanders. All day long he would sit on his shaky verandah, built high off the ground, and in answer to questions concerning his health would answer: "Can"t keep up much longer; didn"t sleep a wink last night. Don"t eat enough to keep a chicken alive." His cows appeared always to be dry, and every day he would send his niece, Sallie Pruitt, for a jug of b.u.t.termilk. He had but one industry, the tending and sc.r.a.ping of a long nail on the little finger of his left hand. He had a wife, but no children. His niece had recently come from the pine woods of Georgia. Her hair looked like hackled flax and her eyes were large and gray.
"I didn"t think you could see me," said the girl, taking off her bonnet and swinging it as she walked, keeping a sort of time with it.
"Why, you couldn"t possibly come and get away without my seeing you."
"Yes, I could if it was night."
"Not much. I could see you in the dark, you are so bright."
"I"m not anything of the sort. Give me the jug and let me go on by myself if you are goin" to make fun of me."
She reached for the jug and he caught her hand, and walking along, held it.
"I wouldn"t want to hold anybody"s hand that I"d made fun of," she said, striving, though gently, to pull it away.
"I didn"t make fun of you. I said you were bright and you are. To me you are the brightest thing in the world. Whenever I dream of you I awake with my eyes dazzled."
"Oh, you don"t, no such of a thing."
They saw a wagon coming, and he dropped her hand. He stepped to the right, she to the left, and the wagon pa.s.sed between them. She looked at him in alarm. "That"s bad luck," she said.
"What is?"
"To let anything pa.s.s between us."
"Oh, it doesn"t make any difference."
"Yes, it does," she insisted. "No, you mustn"t take my hand again--you"ve let something pa.s.s between us."
He awkwardly grabbed after her hand. She held it behind her, and about her waist he pressed his arm. "Oh, don"t do that. Somebody might see us."
"I don"t care if the whole world sees us."
"You say that now, but after awhile you"ll care."
"Never as long as I live. You know I love you."
"No, I don"t."
"Yes, you do."
"You might say you do, but you don"t. But even if you do love me now you won"t always."