"No, that is a five, but I can change it."
"No, I"se got it h"yer," said the other hastily, as he dove again into his pockets, brought out some pieces of fractional currency and handed them one by one to the officer until he said he had enough.
"Well," said the clerk as he took up his pen and prepared to fill out the blank, "what is your name?"
"My name"s Nimbus, sah."
"Nimbus what?"
"Nimbus nuffin", sah; jes" Nimbus." "But you must have another name?"
"No I hain"t. Jes" wore dat fer twenty-odd years, an" nebber hed no udder."
"Who do you work for?"
"Wuk for myself, sah."
"Well, on whose land do you work?"
"Wuks on my own, sah. Oh, I libs at home an" boa"ds at de same place, I does. An" my name"s Nimbus, jes" straight along, widout any tail ner handle."
"What was your old master"s name?"
"Desmit--Colonel Potem Desmit."
"I might have known that," said the clerk laughingly, "from the durned outlandish name. Well, Desmit is your surname, then, ain"t it?"
"No"taint, Mister. What right I got ter his name? He nebber gib it ter me no more"n he did ter you er Lugena h"yer."
"Pshaw, I can"t stop to argue with you. Here"s your certificate."
"Will you please read it, sah? I hain"t got no larnin". Ef you please, sah."
The clerk, knowing it to be the quickest way to get rid of them, read rapidly over the certificate that Nimbus and Lugena Desmit had been duly registered as husband and wife, under the provisions of an ordinance of the Convention ratified on the---day of---, 1865.
"So you"s done put in dat name--Desmit?"
"Oh, I just had to, Nimbus. The fact is, a man can"t be married according to law without two names."
"So hit appears; but ain"t it quare dat I should hev ole Mahs"r"s name widout his gibbin" it ter me, ner my axin" fer it, Mister?"
"It may be, but that"s the way, you see."
"So hit seems. "Pears like I"m boun" ter hev mo" names "n I knows what ter do wid, jes" kase I"s free. But de chillen--yer hain"t sed nary word about dem, Mister."
"Oh, I"ve nothing to do with them."
"But, see h"yer, Mister, ain"t de law a doin dis ter make dem lawful chillen?"
"Certainly."
"An" how"s de law ter know which is de lawful chillen ef hit ain"t on dat ar paper?"
"Sure enough," said the clerk, with amus.e.m.e.nt. "That would have been a good idea, but, you see, Nimbus, the law didn"t go that far."
"Wal, hit ought ter hev gone dat fur. Now, Mister Clerk, couldn"t you jes" put dat on dis yer paper, jes" ter "commodate me, yer know."
"Perhaps so," good-naturedly, taking back the certificate; "what do you want me to write?"
"Wal, yer see, dese yer is our chillen. Dis yer boy Lone--Axylone, Ma.r.s.e Desmit called him, but we calls him Lone for short--he"s gwine on fo"; dis yer gal Wicey, she"s two past; and dis little brack cuss Lugena"s a-holdin" on, we call Cap"n, kase he bosses all on us--he"s nigh "bout a year; an" dat"s all."
The clerk entered the names and ages of the children on the back of the paper, with a short certificate that they were present, and were acknowledged as the children, and the only ones, of the parties named in the instrument.
And so the slave Nimbus was transformed, first into the "contraband"
and mercenary soldier _George Nimbus_, and then by marriage into _Nimbus Desmit_.
CHAPTER VI.
THE TOGA VIRILIS.
But the transformations of the slave were not yet ended. The time came when he was permitted to become a citizen. For two years he had led an inchoate, nondescript sort of existence: free without power or right; neither slave nor freeman; neither property nor citizen. He had been, meanwhile, a bone of contention between the Provisional Governments of the States and the military power which controlled them. The so-called State Governments dragged him toward the whipping-post and the Black Codes and serfdom. They denied him his oath, fastened him to the land, compelled him to hire by the year, required the respectfulness of the old slave "Mahs"r"
and "Missus," made his employer liable for his taxes, and allowed recoupment therefor; limited his avocations and restricted his opportunities. These would subst.i.tute serfdom for chattelism.
On the other hand the Freedman"s Bureau acted as his guardian and friend, looked after his interests in contracts, prohibited the law"s barbarity, and insisted stubbornly that the freedman was a man, and must be treated as such. It needed only the robe of citizenship, it was thought, to enable him safely to dispense with the one of these agencies and defy the other. So the negro was transformed into a citizen, a voter, a political factor, by act of Congress, with the aid and a.s.sistance of the military power.
A great crowd had gathered at the little town of Melton, which was one of the chief places of the county of Horsford, for the people had been duly notified by official advertis.e.m.e.nt that on this day the board of registration appointed by the commander of the military district in which Horsford County was situated would convene there, to take and record the names, and pa.s.s upon the qualifications, of all who desired to become voters of the new body politic which was to be erected therein, or of the old one which was to be reconstructed and rehabilitated out of the ruins which war had left.
The first provision of the law was that every member of such board of registration should be able to take what was known in those days as the "iron-clad oath," that is, an oath that he had never engaged in, aided, or abetted any rebellion against the Government of the United States. Men who could do this were exceedingly difficult to find in some sections. Of course there were abundance of colored men who could take this oath, but not one in a thousand of them could read or write. The military commander determined, however, to select in every registration district one of the most intelligent of this cla.s.s, in order that he might look after the interests of his race, now for the first time to take part in any public or political movement. This would greatly increase the labors of the other members of the board, yet was thought not only just but necessary. As the labor of recording the voters of a county was no light one, especially as the lists had to be made out in triplicate, it was necessary to have some clerical ability on the board. These facts often made the composition of these boards somewhat heterogeneous and peculiar. The one which was to register the voters of Horsford consisted of a little old white man, who had not enough of stamina or character to have done or said anything in aid of rebellion, and who, if he had done the very best he knew, ought yet to have been held guiltless of evil accomplished. In his younger days he had been an overseer, but in his later years had risen to the dignity of a landowner and the possession of one or two slaves. He wrestled with the mysteries of the printed page with a sad seriousness which made one regret his inability to remember what was at the top until he had arrived at the bottom. Writing was a still more solemn business with him, but he was a brave man and would cheerfully undertake to transcribe a list of names, which he well knew that anything less than eternity would be too short to allow him to complete. He was a small, thin-haired, squeaky-voiced bachelor of fifty, and as full of good intentions as the road to perdition. If Tommy Gla.s.s ever did any evil it would not only be without intent but from sheer accident.
With Tommy was a.s.sociated an old colored man, one of those known in that region as "old-issue free-n.i.g.g.e.rs." Old Pharaoh Ray was a venerable man. He had learned to read before the Const.i.tution of 1835 deprived the free-negro of his vote, and had read a little since. He wore an amazing pair of bra.s.s-mounted spectacles. His head was surmounted by a ma.s.s of snowy hair, and he was of erect and powerful figure despite the fact that he boasted a life of more than eighty years. He read about as fast and committed to memory more easily than his white a.s.sociate, Gla.s.s. In writing they were about a match; Pharaoh wrote his name much more legibly than Gla.s.s could, but Gla.s.s accomplished the task in about three fourths of the time required by Pharaoh.
The third member of the board was Captain Theron Pardee, a young man who had served in the Federal army and afterward settled in an adjoining county. He was the chairman. He did the writing, questioning, and deciding, and as each voter had to be sworn he utilized his two a.s.sociates by requiring them to administer the oaths and--look wise. The colored man in about two weeks learned these oaths so that he could repeat them. The white man did not commit the brief formulas in the four weeks they were on duty.
The good people of Melton were greatly outraged that this composite board should presume to come and pa.s.s upon the qualifications of its people as voters under the act of Congress, and indeed it was a most ludicrous affair. The more they contemplated the outrage that was being done to them, by decreeing that none should vote who had once taken an oath to support the Government of the United States and afterward aided the rebellion, the angrier they grew, until finally they declared that the registration should not be held. Then there were some sharp words between the ex-Federal soldier and the objectors. As no house could be procured for the purpose, he proposed to hold the registration on the porch of the hotel where he stopped, but the landlord objected. Then he proposed to hold it on the sidewalk under a big tree, but the town authorities declared against it. However, he was proceeding there, when an influential citizen kindly came forward and offered the use of certain property under his control. There was some clamor, but the gentleman did not flinch. Thither they adjourned, and the work went busily on. Among others who came to be enrolled as citizens was our old friend Nimbus.
"Where do you live?" asked the late Northern soldier sharply, as Nimbus came up in. his turn in the long line of those waiting for the same purpose.
"Down ter Red Wing, sah?"
"Where"s that?"
"Oh, right down h"yer on Hyco, sah."
"In this county?"