"Oh, that"s you, Chad, is it? What the devil are you doing?"
"Lookin" for one ob dese yer tar"pins Miss Nancy sent de colonel. Dey was seben ob "em in dis box, an" now dey ain"t but six. Hole dis light, Major, an" lemme fumble round dis rain-spout."
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Chad handed me the lantern, fell on his knees, and began crawling around the small yard like an old dog hunting for a possum, feeling in among the roots of the honeysuckle, between the barrels that had brought the colonel"s china from Carter Hall, under the steps, way back where Chad kept his wood ashes--but no "brer tar"pin."
"Well, if dat don"t beat de lan"! Dey was two ba"els--one had dat wild turkey an" de pair o" geese you see hangin" on de fence dar, an" de udder ba"el I jest ca"aed down de cellar full er oishters. De tar"pins was in dis box--seben ob "em. Spec" dat rapscallion crawled ober de fence?" And Chad picked up the basket with the remaining half dozen, and descended the bas.e.m.e.nt steps on his way through the kitchen to the front door above. Before he reached the bottom step I heard him break out with:--
"Oh, yer you is, you black debbil! Tryin" to git in de door, is ye?
De pot is whar you"ll git!"
At the foot of the short steps, flat on his back, head and legs wriggling like an overturned roach, lay the missing terrapin. It had crawled to the edge of the opening and had fallen down in the darkness.
Chad picked him up and kept on grumbling, shaking his finger at the motionless terrapin, whose head and legs were now tight drawn between its sh.e.l.ls.
"Gre"t mine to squash ye! Wearin" out my old knees lookin" for ye.
Nebber mine, I"m gwine to bile ye fust an" de longest--hear dat?--de longest!" Then looking up at me, "I got him, Major--try dat do". Spec"
it"s open. Colonel ain"t yer yit. Reckon some ob dem moonshiners is keepin" him down town. "Fo" I forgit it, dar"s a letter for ye hangin"
to de mantelpiece."
The door and the letter were both open, the latter being half a sheet of paper impaled by a pin, which alone saved it from the roaring fire that Chad had just replenished.
I held it to the light and learned, to my disappointment, that business of enormous importance to the C. & W. A. L. R. R. might preclude the possibility of the colonel"s leaving his office until late. If such a calamity overtook him, would I forgive him and take possession of his house and cellar and make myself as comfortable as I could with my best friend away? This postscript followed:--
"Open the new Madeira; Chad has the key."
Chad wreaked his vengeance upon the absconding terrapin by plunging him, with all his sins upon him, headlong into the boiling pot, and half an hour later was engaged at a side table in removing, with the help of an iron fork, the upper sh.e.l.l of the steaming vagabond, for my special comfort and sustenance.
"Tar"pin jes like a crab, Major, on"y got mo" meat to "em. But you got to know "em fust to eat "em. Now dis yer sh.e.l.l is de hot plate, an"
ye do all yo" eatin" right inside it," said Chad, dropping a spoonful of b.u.t.ter, the juice of a lemon, and a pinch of salt into the impromptu dish.
"Now, Major, take yo" fork an" pick out all dat black meat an" dip it in de sauce, an" wid ebery mou"ful take one o" dem little yaller eggs.
Dat"s de way _we_ eat tar"pin. Dis yer stewin" him up in pote wine is scand"lous. Can"t taste nuffin" but de wine. But dat"s _tar"pin._"
I followed Chad"s directions to the word, picking the terrapin as I would a crab and smothering the dainty bits in the hot sauce, until only two empty sh.e.l.ls and a heap of little bones were left to tell the tale of my appet.i.te.
"Gwine to crawl ober de fence, was ye?" I heard him say with a chuckle as he bore away the debris. "What I tell ye? Whar am ye now?"
"Did Miss Nancy send those terrapin?" I asked, watching the old darky drawing the cork of the new Madeira referred to in the colonel"s note.
"Ob co"se, Major; Miss Nancy gibs de colonel eberytin". Didn"t ye know dat? She"s de on"y one what"s got anythin" to gib, an" she wouldn"t hab dat on"y frough de war her money was in de bank in Baltimo". I know, "cause I went dar once to git some for her. De Yankee soldiers searched me; but some possums got two holes."
"And did she send him the Madeira too?"
"No, sah; Mister Grocerman gib him dat."
As he p.r.o.nounced this name his voice fell, and for some time thereafter he kept silent, brushing the crumbs away, replacing a plate or two, or filling my wine-gla.s.s, until at last he took his place behind my chair as was his custom with his master. It was easy to see that Chad had something on his mind.
Every now and then a sigh escaped him, which he tried to conceal by some irrelevant remark, as if his sorrow were his own and not to be shared with a stranger. Finally he gave an uneasy glance around, and, looking into my face with an expression of positive pain, said:--
"Don"t tell de colonel I axed, but when is dis yer railroad gwineter fotch some money in?"
"Why?" said I, wondering what extravagance the old man had fallen into.
"Nuffin", sah; but if it don"t putty quick dar"s gwineter be trouble.
Dese yer gemmen on de av"nue is gittin" ugly. When I got dar Madary de udder day de tall one warn"t gwineter gib it to me, pa.s.s-book or no pa.s.s-book. On"y de young one say he"d seen de colonel, an" he was a gemmen an" all right, I wouldn"t "a" got it at all. De tall gemmen was comin" right around hisself--what he wanted to see, he said, was de color ob de colonel"s money. Been mo" den two months, an" not a cent.
"Co"se I tole same as I been tellin" him, dat de colonel"s folks is quality folks; but he say dat don"t pay de bills."
"Did you tell the colonel?"
"No, sah; ain"t no use tellin" de colonel; on"y worry him. He"s got de pa.s.sbook, but I ain"t yerd him say nuffin" yit "bout payin" him.
I been spectin" Miss Nancy up here, an" de colonel says she"s comin"
putty soon. She"ll fix "em; but dey ain"t no time to waste."
While he spoke there came a loud knock at the door, and Chad returned trembling with fear, his face the very picture of despair.
"Dat"s de tall man hisself, sah, an" his dander"s up. I knowed dese Yankees in de war, an" I don"t like "em when dey"s ris". When I tole him de colonel ain"t home he look at me pizen-like, same as I was a-lyin"; an" den he stop an" listen an" say he come back to-night.
Trouble comin"; old c.o.o.n smells de dog. Wish we was home an" out ob dis!"
I tried to divert his attention into other channels and to calm his fears, a.s.suring him that the colonel would come out all right; that these enterprises were slow, etc.; but the old man only shook his head.
"You know, Major, same as me, dat de colonel ain"t nuffin" but a chile, an" about his bills he"s _wuss_. But I"m yer, an" I"m "sponsible.
"Chad," he says, "go out an" git six mo" bottles of dat old Madary;"
an" "Chad, don"t forgit de sweet ile;" an" "Chad, is we got claret enough to last ober Sunday?"--an" not a cent in de house. I ain"t slep"
none for two nights, worritin" ober dis business, an" I"m mos" crazy."
I laid down my knife and fork and looked up. The old man"s lip was quivering, and something very like a tear stood in each eye.
"I can"t hab nuffin" happen to de fambly, Major. You know our folks is quality, an" always was, an" I da.s.sent look my mistress in de face if anythin" teches Marsa George." Then bending down he said in a hoa.r.s.e whisper: "See dat old clock out dar wid his eye wide open? Know what"s down below dat in de cellar? De jail!" And two tears rolled down his cheeks.
It was some time before I could quiet the old man"s anxieties and coax him back into his usual good humor, and then only when I began to ask him of the old plantation days.
Then he fell to talking about the colonel"s father, General John Carter, and the high days at Carter Hall when Miss Nancy was a young lady and the colonel a boy home from the university.
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"Dem was high times. We ain"t neber seed no time like dat since de war. Git up in de mawnin" an" look out ober de lawn, an" yer come fo"teen or fifteen couples ob de fustest quality folks, all on horseback ridin" in de gate. Den such a scufflin" round! Old marsa an" missis out on de po"ch, an" de little pickaninnies runnin" from de quarters, an" all hands helpin" "em off de horses, an" dey all smokin" hot wid de gallop up de lane.
"An" den sich a breakfast an" sich dancin" an" co"tin": ladies all out on de lawn in der white dresses, an" de gemmen in fair-top boots, an"
Mammy Jane runnin" round same as a chicken wid its head off,--an" der heads was off befo" dey knowed it, an" dey a-br"ilin" on de gridiron.
"Dat would go on a week or mo", an" den up dey"ll all git an" away dey"d go to de nex" plantation, an" take Miss Nancy along wid "em on her little sorrel mare, an" I on Marsa John"s black horse, to take care bofe of "em. Dem _was_ times!
"My old marsa,"--and his eyes glistened,--"my old Marsa John was a gem-man, sah, like dey don"t see nowadays. Tall, sah, an" straight as a cornstalk; hair white an" silky as de ta.s.sel; an" a voice like de birds was singin", it was dat sweet.
""Chad," he use" ter say,--you know I was young den, an" I was his body servant,--"Chad, come yer till I bre"k yo" head;" an" den when I come he"d laugh fit to kill hisself. Dat"s when you do right. But when you was a low-down n.i.g.g.e.r an" got de debbil in yer, an" ole marsa hear it an" send de oberseer to de quarters for you to come to de little room in de big house whar de walls was all books an" whar his desk was, "t wa"n"t no birds about his voice den,--mo" like de thunder."