"The school-house!" exclaimed Mr. Travilla. "I am not surprised; for the Klan is greatly opposed to the education of the negro, and has burned down buildings used for that purpose in other places. Do you see them, wife? those frightful looking horned animals."
"Yes," she said with a shudder, followed by a deep sigh, "and O Edward what may they not be doing to our poor people? can we do anything to save them?"
He shook his head sadly.
"No: they are out in considerable force, and I could do nothing, single-handed, against twenty or thirty armed men."
"O papa, mamma, I am so frightened!" cried little Elsie, clinging to them both. "Will they come here and hurt us?"
"I think not, daughter," her father said soothingly; "their raids have hitherto been almost entirely confined to the blacks, and poor whites, with now and then one of those from the North whom they style carpet-baggers."
"Be calm, dearest, and put your trust in the Lord," the mother said, folding the trembling, sobbing child to her breast. ""The beloved of the Lord shall dwell in safety by him, and the Lord shall cover him all the day long." "Not an hair of your head shall fall to the ground without your Father.""
"Yes, sweet words," said Mr. Travilla; "and remember what the Lord Jesus said to Pilate, "Thou couldst have no power at all against me, except it were given thee from above.""
A short pause, in which all three gazed intently at the scene of conflagration, then, "Do you see how the walls are tottering?" said Mr.
Travilla, and even as he spoke they tumbled together into one burning ma.s.s, the flames shot up higher than before, burning with a fierce heat and roar, while by their lurid light the Ku Klux could be seen taking up their line of march again.
The two Elsies watched in almost breathless suspense till they saw them turn in a direction to take them farther from Ion.
"Thank G.o.d they are not coming here!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Mrs. Travilla, in low, reverent, grateful tones.
"Hark, mamma, papa, I hear cries and screams!" exclaimed little Elsie.
"Oh it must be some of the poor women and children coming up from the quarter!"
As the child spoke there came a quick sharp tap, that seemed to tell of fright and excitement, at the outer door of the suite of apartments, and an old servant, hardly waiting for the permission to enter, thrust in his head, saying in tremulous tones, "Mars Ed"ard, de people"s all comin" up from de quarter, an" knockin" an" cryin" to get in. Dere"s been awful times down dere; de Ku Klu--"
"Yes, yes, Jack, I know; but be quiet or you"ll wake the children. Open the hall door and let the poor things in, of course," said Mr. Travilla, "and I"ll be down in a moment."
"Plenty room on de back veranda, Mars Ed"ard, an" "tween dat an" de kitchen."
"Very well, they"ll be safe there, but if they don"t feel so let them into the hall."
"Yes, sah."
The head was withdrawn, the door closed, and Jack"s shuffling feet could be heard descending the stairs.
Mr. and Mrs. Travilla, having each completed a hasty toilet, were about to go down; but little Elsie clung to her mother.
"Mamma, mamma, don"t go and leave me! please let me go too."
"My darling, you would be quite safe here; and it is much earlier than your usual hour for rising."
"But day is breaking, mamma, and I could not sleep any more: besides maybe I could help to comfort them."
"I think she could," said her father, and mamma gave consent at once.
They found the back veranda, the kitchen, and the s.p.a.ce between, filled with an excited crowd of blacks, old and young, talking, gesticulating, crying, moaning and groaning.
"De Ku Klux, de Ku Klux!" was on every tongue.
"Tell ye what, darkies," one was saying, "dey"s debbils! why two ob dem stop befo" my doah an" say "You black rascal, give us some watah! quick now fo" we shoot you tru the head": den I hand up a gourd full--"bout a quart min" yo",--an de fust s.n.a.t.c.h it an" pour it right down his troat, an" hand de gourd back quick"s a flash; den he turn roun" an" ride off, while I fill de gourd for de udder, an" he do jes de same. Tell ye what dey"s debbils! didn"t you see de horns, an" de big red tongues waggin"?"
There was a murmur of a.s.sent, and a shudder ran through the throng. But Mr. Travilla"s voice was heard in cheerful rea.s.suring tones.
"No, boys, they are men, though they do the work of devils. I have seen their disguise, and under that long red tongue, which is made of flannel, and moved by the wearer"s real tongue, there is a leather bag, inside of the disguise--and into it they pour the water; not down their throats."
"Dat so, Mars Ed"ard?" cried several, drawing a long breath of relief.
"Yes, that is so, boys. And they"ve been threatening and abusing you to-night?"
"Yes, sah, dat dey hab!" cried a score of voices, and one after another showed his wounds, and told a piteous tale.
Elsie and her namesake daughter wept over their losses and sufferings: the medicine closet was unlocked and its stores liberally drawn upon for materials to dress their wounds, both master and mistress attending to them with their own hands; and at the same time speaking soothing, comforting words, and promising help to repair the damage to their property, and make good their losses: also to bring their enemies to justice if that might be possible.
It was broad daylight ere the work was finished.
The veranda was nearly empty now, the people slowly returning to their homes--Mr. Travilla having a.s.sured them the danger was past for the present--when Elsie caught sight of a woman whom she had not observed till that moment.
The poor creature had dropped down upon a bench at the kitchen door. Her right arm hung useless at her side; with the left she held the b.l.o.o.d.y corpse of a puny infant to her breast, and the eyes she lifted to the face of her mistress were full of a mute, tearless agony.
Elsie"s overflowed at the piteous sight. "O my poor Minerva," she said, "what is this they have done to you and poor little Ben?"
"Oh, oh, oh, Miss Elsie! de Ku Kluxes dey shot tru de doah, an" de b.a.l.l.s flyin" all roun", an"--an"--one hit me on de arm, an" killed my baby!"
she sobbed, "oh! oh! oh! de doctah mend de arm, but de baby, he--he--done gone foreber;" and the sobs burst forth with renewed violence, while she hugged the still form closer, and rocked herself to and fro in her grief.
"Gone to heaven, my poor Minerva, to be forever safe and happy with the dear Lord Jesus," her mistress said in quivering tones, the tears rolling fast down her own cheeks.
"An" he neber hab no mo" miseries, honey," said Aunt Dicey, drawing near; "no Ku Klux come into de garden ob de Lord to scare him or hurt him; bress his little heart!"
"Wish we all dere, safe an" happy like he! Let me wash off de blood an"
dress him clean for de grave," said Aunt Sally, the nurse of the quarter, gently taking the child, while Mr. Travilla and Elsie bound up the wounded arm, speaking soothingly to the sufferer, and promising the doctor"s aid as soon as it could be procured.
Aunt Sally sat near attending to the last offices for the tiny corpse, little Elsie looking on, with big tears coursing down her cheeks.
Presently going to her mother"s side, she whispered a few words in her ear.
"Yes, dear, you may go to the bureau drawer and choose it yourself," was the prompt reply, and the child ran into the house, returning directly with a baby"s slip of fine white muslin, delicately embroidered.
"Put this on him, Aunt Sally," she said; "mamma gave me leave to get it."
Then going to the bereaved mother, and clasping the dusky, toil-worn hand with her soft, white fingers, "Don"t cry, Minerva," she said, "you know poor little Ben was always sick, and now he is well and happy. And if you love Jesus, you will go to be with him again some day."
Evidently much gratified by the honor done her dead babe, Minerva sobbed out her thanks for that, and the dressing of her wounded arm, and dropping a courtesy, followed Aunt Sally as she bore the corpse into Aunt Dicey"s cabin close by.
The scanty furniture of Minerva"s own had been completely demolished by the desperadoes, and her husband terribly beaten.
He and one or two others had not come up with the crowd, presumably from inability to do so, and Mr. Travilla now mounted his horse and went in search of them.
They had been left by their a.s.sailants in the woods, where one--"Uncle Mose"--dreadfully crippled by rheumatism, still lay on the ground half dead with bruises, cuts, and pistol shot wounds.