Crestlands.
by Mary Addams Bayne.
CHAPTER I.
THE COMING OF THE SCHOOLMASTER
The spirit of Indian Summer, enveloped in a delicate bluish haze, pervaded the Kentucky forest. Through the treetops sounded a sighing minor melody as now and then a leaf bade adieu to the companions of its summer revels, and sought its winter"s rest on the ground beneath. On a fallen log a redbird sang with jubilant note. What cared he for the lament of the leaves? True, he must soon depart from this summer home; but only to wing his way to brighter skies, and then return when mating-time should come again. Near a group of hickory-trees a colony of squirrels gathered their winter store of nuts; and a flock of wild turkeys led by a pompous, bearded gobbler picked through the underbrush. At a wayside puddle a deer bent his head to slake his thirst, but scarcely had his lips touched the water when his head was reared again. For an instant he listened, limbs quivering, nostrils dilating, a startled light in his soft eyes; then with a bound he was away into the depths of the forest. The turkeys, heeding the tocsin of alarm from their leader, sought the shelter of the deeper undergrowth; the squirrels dropped their nuts and found refuge in the topmost branches of the tree which they had just pilfered; but the redbird, undisturbed, went on with his caroling, too confident in his own beauty and the charm of his song to fear any intruder.
The cause of alarm was a horseman whose approach had been proclaimed by the crackling of dried twigs in the bridle-path he was traversing. He was an erect, broad-shouldered, dark-eyed young man with ruddy complexion, clear-cut features, and a well-formed chin. A rifle lay across his saddle-bow, and behind him was a pair of bulky saddle-bags.
He wore neither the uncouth garb of the hunter nor the plain homespun of the settler, but rather the dress of the Virginian cavalier of the period, although his hair, instead of being tied in a queue, was short, and curled loosely about his finely shaped head. The broad brim of his black hat was c.o.c.ked in front by a silver boss; the gray traveler"s cape, thrown back, revealed a coat of dark blue, a waistcoat ornamented with bra.s.s b.u.t.tons, and breeches of the same color as the coat, reaching to the knees, and terminating in a black cloth band with silver buckles.
He rode rapidly along the well-defined bridle-way, and soon emerged into a broader thoroughfare. Presently he heard the high-pitched, quavering notes of a negro melody, faint at first and seeming as much a part of nature as the russet glint of the setting sun through the trees. The song grew louder as he advanced, until, emerging into an open s.p.a.ce, he came upon the singer, a gray-haired negro trudging st.u.r.dily along with a stout hickory stick in his hand. The negro doffed his cap and bowed humbly.
"Marstah, hez you seed anythin" ob a spotted heifer wid one horn broke off, anywhars on de road? She"s pushed down de bars an" jes" skipped off somewhars."
"No, uncle, I"ve met no stray cows; but can you tell me how far it is to Major Hiram Gilcrest"s? I"m a stranger in this region."
"Major Gilcrest"s!" exclaimed the darkey. "You"se done pa.s.s de turnin"
whut leads dar. Didn" you see a lane forkin" off "bout a mile back by de crick, close to de big "simmon-tree? Dat"s de lane whut leads to Marstah Gilcrest"s, suh."
"Ah, I see! but perhaps you can direct me to Mister Mason Rogers"
house? My business is with him as well as with Major Gilcrest."
"I sh.o.r.ely kin," answered the negro, with a grin. "I b"longs to Ma.r.s.e Mason; I"se his ole uncle Tony. We libs two mile fuddah down dis heah same road, an" ef you wants to see my marstah an" Marstah Gilcrest bofe, you might ez well see Ma.r.s.e Mason fust, anyways; kaze whutevah he say, Ma.r.s.e Hiram"s boun" to say, too. Dey"s mos" mighty thick."
The stranger turned his head to hide a momentary smile.
"You jes" ride straight on," continued Uncle Tony, pointing northward with his stick; "fus" you comes to a big log house wid de shettahs all barred up, settin" by itse"f a leetle back frum de road, wid a woods all roun" it--dat"s Cane Redge meetin"-house. Soon"s you pa.s.s it, you comes to de big spring, den to a dirty leetle cabin whar dem pore white trash, de Simminses, libs. Den you strikes a cawnfiel", den a orchid.
Den you"se dar. De dawgs an" chickens will sot up a tur"ble rumpus, but you jes" ride up to de stile an" holler, "h.e.l.lo!" an" some dem no-"count n.i.g.g.ahs"ll tek yo" nag an" construct you inter Miss Cynthy Ann"s presence. I"d show you de way myse"f, on"y Is"e bountah fin" dat heifer; but you carn"t miss de way."
With this he hobbled off down the road in search of the errant heifer.
Meanwhile our traveler rode steadily forward until, in another half-hour, he came in sight of a more prosperous-looking clearing than any he had seen since leaving Bourbonton. To the right of the road some long-horned cattle and a mare and colt were grazing in a woodland pasture; to the left, in a field, several negroes were gathering the yellow corn from the shock and heaping it into piles. In an orchard adjoining the cornfield a barefooted, freckled-faced little girl was standing under an apple-tree with her ap.r.o.n held out to catch the fruit which another barefooted, freckled-faced little girl in the branches overhead was tossing down to her. In the center of a tree-shaded yard stood the house, a s.p.a.cious, two-story log structure, with a huge rock chimney at each end.
As the stranger drew rein at the stile, he was greeted by a chorus of dogs, followed instantly by the cries of a number of half-clad, grinning little darkeys who came running forward from the negro quarters in the rear.
"Doan be skeered o" Ketchum, Mistah; he shan"t tech you," called the largest of them, a bright-skinned mulatto, quieting the snarling dog with a kick.
"Reckon Ma.r.s.e Mason"s somewhars "roun" de place, suh," added the darkey in answer to the traveler"s inquiry. "Miss Cynthy Ann she"s in de settin"-room. Jes" walk in dar tru de pa.s.sage-way, an" knock at de fust door you comes to. I"ll tek yo" hoss, suh."
The stranger crossed the low, clapboard-covered porch and entered a wide, dusky hall running through the entire length of the house. The hum of a spinning-wheel guided him to a side door, at which he knocked.
In answer to a loud "Come in," he stepped into a large room made cheerful by a gay rag carpet on the floor. A comely, middle-aged woman sat at a side window, at work with her needle on some coa.r.s.e homespun material. Near her a bright-faced, rosy-cheeked girl, clad in short, linsey dress and homespun ap.r.o.n, had charge of the spinning-wheel in the center of the room. In one corner a negro girl was carding wool; and on the wide rock hearth two little boys were parching corn in a skillet.
"Glad to see you, suh," exclaimed Mrs. Rogers heartily, hastening toward the stranger with outstretched hand. "Susan," she said to the spinner, who came forward with a modest courtesy and a shy "Good evenin"," "set a cheer an" tek the gentleman"s hat. Rache"--to the negro--"put by yer cardin" an" tek thet spinnin"-wheel out to the loom-room. Tommy an" Buddy, stop litt"rin" up the h"arth, an" run wash yer faces. Heah, tek this skillet with you, an" then see ef you kin find yer pap. He"s down whar they"re geth"rin" cawn, I reckon."
Seizing a split broom as she spoke, she brushed the hearth, then gave a tap with her foot to the smouldering logs, which broke into a blaze and sent a shower of sparks up the wide chimney.
"The days is gittin" cooler, "spesh"ly ez night comes on. Draw up to the fire, suh--an", heah, tek this cheer; it"s comf"tabler then that"n"," she said hospitably, ejecting a big tortoise-sh.e.l.l cat from the depths of a cushioned rocker which she pulled forward.
"My name is Dudley, madam; Abner Dudley," said the guest as he exchanged the straight, split-bottom chair for the rocker. "I learned from Squire Osborne, of Bourbonton, that a teacher was wanted in this neighborhood. I had intended going to Major Gilcrest"s to-night, but made the wrong turning, and then met your old servant, who directed me here."
"You"re welcome, I"m sh.o.r.e, "spesh"ly ef you"re a schoolmastah. We"d begun to think we warn"t to hev no school a"tall this wintah. Folks "roun" heah air beginnin" to tek big stock in schoolin"," she went on as she resumed her seat and began to sew.
"So Squire Osborne told me," answered Dudley. "I"m glad the people are interested in educational matters."
"Yes; Mr. Rogers, Hirum Gilcrest an" John Trabue air plum daft about it. Preachah Stone said last time he preached fur us thet we sartainly air progressin", an" I"m glad on it, too, though I never hed edvantiges myse"f. When I wuz a little gal down in Car"liny, I went to school long "nough to l"arn my a-b-c"s. Then the redskins broke up the school, an"
we didn"t hev no more tell I wuz a big gal an" "shamed to go an" l"arn my a-b abs "long with the little shavers. When I wuz "bout sixteen, "long comes Mr. Rogers, an" I didn"t keer nothin" more "bout school.
You know, when a gal gits marryin" in her haid, thar ain"t no room left in it fur book-l"arnin". Mason he wuz a sprightly, well-sot-up young fellah, an" soon"s I laid eyes on him (it wuz at a house-raisin"
party), I wuz ready to say "snip" ez soon ez he"d say "snap." Folks them days didn"t fool "way much time a-courtin". A man"d see a likely gal, an" soon"s he"d got a piece o" ground cl"ared an" a cabin raised, they"d be ready to splice. So Mason an" me wuz married, an" moved up to Kaintuck. Thet fust wintah, while we wuz a-livin" in the fort, Mason he broke his laig out huntin", an" while he wuz laid up a spaill, he l"arned me to read an" write an" ciphah some. I reckon ef it hadn"t "a"
been fur thet crippled laig o" his"n, I"d nevah l"arned even thet much." She dropped her work for a moment as she reviewed this incident of her early married life.
"Doubtless, madam, you underrate your stock of learning. I dare say you made rapid progress," said Dudley, politely.
"Oh, I l"arned the readin" an" writin" all right, but, la! I nevah hed no haid fur figgahs. I jogged "long purty brisk with the addin" an"
subtractin", but them multiplyin" tables floored me. To this day I allus staggers at the nines, an" ef you wuz to ax me how much wuz seven times nine, I"d haf to count on my fingahs before I could tell whuthah it made forty-eight or fifty-seven--though I know it"s one or tuthah.
But times is changed, an" I want my childurn edicated in all the accompaniments."
"How many children have you?"
"Six livin". We lost our fust two. Henry is goin" on seventeen, an" he jes" natch"ally teks to books--knows more"n his pap now, I reckon. Why, he kin figgah ez fast ez I kin ravel out a piece o" knittin", an" I nevah in my borned days heard n.o.body, "cept mayby Preachah Stone, whut could read lak him. He kin run "long ovah them big names in the papah an" them generalgies in the Bible lak a racin" pony. Susan, our eldest gal, is a little the rise o" fourteen, an" wuz counted the best spellah in the school last wintah. The twins, Lucindy an" Lucy, air real peart, too, fur ther age, jes" turned intah ther ninth year. Tommy, he"s only five, but his pap"ll sign him, too; fur we want him brung "long fast in his books befoh he"s big "nough to holp with the wuck."
"That leaves only your youngest, I believe," said Dudley. "What is his name?"
"His real name is Barton Warren Stone, aftah our preachah. Mason he sets a big store by Preachah Stone--says he"s the G.o.dliest man to be so smart an" the smartest man to be so G.o.dly he evah seen; an" you know them two things don"t allus jump togethah."
"No, indeed," acknowledged Dudley; "they"re not so often found in company as one might wish."
"Jes" so," a.s.sented Mrs. Rogers. "Well, ez I was a-sayin", Brothah Stone hed been preachin" fur us onct a month at Cane Redge meetin"-house "bout a year when our youngest wuz borned; an" nothin"
would do Mason but he must be called fur the preachah. It"s a well-soundin" name, I think myse"f. So we writ it down in the big Bible, but, la! he might ez well be called aftah Ebenezer or Be"lzebub or any the rest o" them Ole Testament prophets. "Bart," or "Barty," is all he evah gits o" his big name, an" most times it"s jes" "Sonny" or "Buddy." But I reckon you"re nigh "bout starved, aftah ridin" so fur,"
she added, folding her sewing and rising briskly. "Heah, you kin look ovah last week"s paper tell the men folks gits in. We air mighty proud o" that paper. It"s the fust evah printed in Kaintuck. Mason an" Henry sets up tell nigh onto nine o"clock readin" it, the fust night aftah it comes. It"s printed at Lexin"ton by John Bradford. He usetah live out heah, but, ten or twelve year ago, he moved intah Lexin"ton an" started up the "Gazette," an" I reckon it"s "bout the fines" paper whut evah wuz; leastways, it makes mighty fine trimmin"s fur the cup"od shelves."
When his garrulous hostess had departed, Dudley, instead of reading the paper, looked about him. The c.h.i.n.ked log walls of the room and the stout beams overhead were whitewashed, and the four tiny windows were curtained with spotless dimity. The high-posted bedstead was furnished with a plump feather bed, a bright patchwork quilt, and fat pillows in coa.r.s.e but well-bleached slips. Underneath the four-poster was a trundle-bed with a blue and white checked coverlet. In an angle by the fireplace was a three-cornered cupboard, and between the front windows stood a chest of drawers with gla.s.s k.n.o.bs. On the chest lay a big Bible, a hymn-book, and several more well-thumbed volumes. A large deal table with hinged leaves, a rude stand covered with a towel, several rush-bottomed chairs, and the rocker const.i.tuted the chief items of furniture. On the tall mantel, beside a loud-ticking clock, shone several bra.s.s candlesticks, flanked by a china vase, a turkey wing, and a pile of papers. Suspended from a row of pegs near the bed were various garments, and over the back doorway a pair of buck horns supported a rifle, near which hung a powder-horn.
Presently a heavy step was heard on the loose boards of a back porch.
"Lucy," called a loud voice from without, "fotch some hot watah and the noggin o" soap. Lucindy, find me a towel." Further commands were lost in a loud splashing and spluttering; and in a few minutes Mason Rogers, red-faced, red-haired, and huge of frame, entered the room, pulling down the sleeves of his coa.r.s.e shirt as he came.
"Howdy? howdy? Glad to see you, suh," he exclaimed, extending his hand.
"My wife says you"re a schoolmarster; and you air ez welcome ez rain to a parched cawnfield. Whar"d you say you hailed frum?" He seated himself as he spoke, tilting his chair against the mantel.
"From Virginia, sir."
"From Virginny! Then you"re twict ez welcome. I wuz borned an" raised in the old State myse"f; and I"ll allus hev a sneakin" fondness fur her, though she wouldn"t loose her holt on us ez soon ez she oughter, an" she hain"t treated us egzactly fair "bout thet Transylvany College bus"ness, nuther."
"Oh," Dudley said pleasantly, "Virginia"s the mother State, you know, and Kentucky a favorite child whom she grieved to have leave the parental roof."
"Well, hev it your own way, suh," answered Rogers, genially, drawing from the pocket of his b.u.t.ternut jeans trousers a twist of tobacco and helping himself to a generous chew. ""Pears to me, though, she acted more lak a stepmother--couldn"t manidge us herse"f, but wuz jealous uv us settin" up fur ourse"ves. Still, that"s all past an" gone. We got our freedom ez soon ez it wuz good fur us, I reckon; so I shan"t hold no gredge agin her--"spesh"ly ez it won"t mek a mite o" diffruns to her ef I do. Whut part o" Virginny air you frum, suh?"