The old man stood near the tall mantel, facing the group. There was nothing servile in his att.i.tude: on the contrary, his manner, when addressing the gentleman who had once been his master, suggested easy, not to say affectionate, familiarity. The firelight, shining on his face, revealed a countenance at once rugged and friendly. It was a face in which humor had many a tough struggle with dignity. In looks and tone, in word and gesture, there was unmistakable evidence of that peculiar form of urbanity that can not be dissociated from gentility.
These things were more apparent, perhaps, to Helen and her aunt than to those who, from long a.s.sociation, had become accustomed to Uncle Prince"s peculiarities.
"Dem times ain"t never got clean out"n my min"," said the old negro, "but it bin so long sence I runn"d over um, dat I dunner wharbouts ter begin skacely."
"You can tell it all in your own way," said General Garwood.
"Ya.s.ser, dat"s so, but I fear"d it"s a mighty po" way. Bless yo" soul, honey," Uncle Prince went on, "dey was rough times, en it look like ter me dat ef dey wuz ter come "roun" ag"in hit "u"d take a mighty rank runner fer ter ketch one n.i.g.g.e.r man w"at I"m got some "quaintance wid.
Dey wuz rough times, but dey wa"n"t rough "long at fust. Shoo! no! dey wuz dat slick dat dey ease we-all right down "mongs" de wuss kind er tribbylation, en we ain"t none un us know it twel we er done dar.
"I know dis," the old man continued, addressing himself exclusively to Miss Eustis and her aunt; "I knows dat we-all wuz a-gittin" "long mighty well, w"en one day Ma.r.s.e Peyton dar, he tuck "n" jinded wid de army; en den "twa"n"t long "fo" word come dat my young marster w"at gwine ter college in Ferginny, done gone en jinded wid um. I ax myse"f, I say, w"at de name er goodness does dey want wid boy like dat? Hit"s de Lord"s trufe, ma"am, dat ar chile wa"n"t mo" dan gwine on sixteen, ef he wuz dat, en I up"n" ax myse"f, I did, w"at does de war want wid baby like dat? Min" you, ma"am, I ain"t fin" out den w"at war wuz--I ain"t know w"at a great big maw she got."
"My son Ethel," said Mrs. Garwood, the soft tone of her voice chiming with the notes of the piano, "was attending the University of Virginia at Charlottesville. He was just sixteen."
"Ya.s.sum," said Uncle Prince, rubbing his hands together gently, and gazing into the glowing embers, as if searching there for some clue that would aid him in recalling the past. "Ya.s.sum, my young marster wuz des gone by sixteen year, kaze "twa"n"t so mighty long "fo" dat, dat we-all sont "im a great big box er fixin"s en doin"s fer ter git dar on he"s birfday; en I sot up mighty nigh twel day tryin" ter make some "la.s.ses candy fer ter put in dar wid de yuther doin"s."
Here Uncle Prince smiled broadly at the fire.
"Ef dey wuz sumpin" w"at dat chile like, hit wuz "la.s.ses candy; en I say ter my ole "oman, I did: ""Mandy Jane, I"ll make de candy, en den w"en she good en done, I"ll up en holler fer you, en den you kin pull it."
Ya.s.sum, I said dem ve"y words. So de ole "oman, she lay down "cross de baid, en I sot up dar en b"iled de "la.s.ses. De "la.s.ses "u"d blubber en I"d nod, en I"d nod en de "la.s.ses "u"d blubber, en fus news I know de "la.s.ses "u"d done be scorched. Well, ma"am, I tuck "n" burnt up mighty nigh fo" gallons er "la.s.ses on de account er my noddin", en bimeby w"en de ole "oman wake up, she "low dey wa"n"t no excusion fer it; en sho nuff dey wa"n"t, kaze w"at make I nod dat away?
"But dat candy wuz candy, mon, w"en she did come, en den de ole "oman she tuck "n" pull it twel it git "mos" right white; en my young marster, he tuck "n" writ back, he did, dat ef dey wuz anythin" in dat box w"at make "im git puny wid de homesickness, hit uz dat ar "la.s.ses candy.
Ya.s.sum, he cert"n"y did, kaze dey tuck "n" read it right out"n de letter whar he writ it.
""Twa"n"t long atter dat "fo" we-all got de word dat my young marster done jinded inter de war wid some yuther boys w"at been at de same school"ouse wid "im. Den, on top er dat, yer come news dat he gwine git married. Bless yo" soul, honey, dat sorter rilded me up, en I march inter de big "ouse, I did, en I up "n" tell mistis dat she better lemme go up dar en fetch dat chile home; en den mistis say she gwine sen" me on dar fer ter be wid "im in de war, en take keer un "im. Dis holp me up might"ly, kaze I wuz a mighty biggity n.i.g.g.e.r in dem days. De white folks done raise me up right "long wid um, en way down in my min" I des laid off fer ter go up dar in Ferginny, en take my young marster by he"s collar en fetch "im home, des like I done w"en he use ter git in de hin"ouse en bodder "long wid de chickens.
"Dat wuz way down in my min", des like I tell you, but bless yo" soul, chile, hit done drap out "mos" "fo" I git ter "Gusty, in de Nunited State er Georgy. Time I struck de railroad I kin see de troops a-troopin", en year de drums a-drummin". De trains wuz des loaded down wid um. Let "lone de pa.s.senger kyars, dey wuz in de freight-boxes yit, en dey wuz de sa.s.siest white mens dat yever walk "pon topside de groun".
Mon, dey wuz a caution. Dey had n.i.g.g.e.rs wid um, en de n.i.g.g.e.rs wuz sa.s.sy, en ef I hadn"t a-frailed one un um out, I dunner w"at would er "come un me.
"Hit cert"n"y wuz a mighty long ways fum dese parts. I come down yer fum Ferginny in a waggin w"en I wuz des "bout big nuff fer ter hol" a plow straight in de" furrer, but "tain"t look like ter me dat "twuz sech a fur ways. All day en all night long fer mighty nigh a week I year dem kyar-wheels go clickity-clock, clickity-clock, en dem ingines go choo-choo-choo, choo-choo-choo, en it look like we ain"t never gwine git dar. Yit, git dar we did, en "tain"t take me long fer ter fin" de place whar my young marster is. I laid off ter fetch "im home; well, ma"am, w"en I look at "im he skeer"d me. Ya.s.sum, you may b"lieve me er not b"lieve me, but he skeer"d me. Stiddier de boy w"at I wuz a-huntin"
fer, dar he wuz, a great big grow"d-up man, en bless yo" soul, he wuz a-trompin" roun" dar wid great big boots on, en, mon, dey had spurrers on um.
"Ef I hadn"t er year "im laugh, I nev"d a-know"d "im in de roun" worl".
I say ter myse"f, s" I, I"ll des wait en see ef he know who I is. But shoo! my young marster know me time he lays eyes on me, en no sooner is he see me dan he fetched a whoop en rushed at me. He "low: "h.e.l.lo, Daddy! whar de name er goodness you rise fum?" He allers call me Daddy sence he been a baby. De minute he say dat, it come over me "bout how lonesome de folks wuz at home, en I des grabbed "im, en "low: "Honey, you better come go back wid Daddy."
"He sorter hug me back, he did, en den he laugh, but I tell you dey wa"n"t no laugh in me, kaze I done see w"iles I gwine long w"at kinder "sturbance de white folks wuz a-gettin" up, en I know"d dey wuz a-gwine ter be trouble pile "pon trouble. Yit dar he wuz a-laughin" en a-projickin", en "mongs" all dem yuther mens dey wa"n"t none un um good-lookin" like my young marster. I don"t keer w"at kinder cloze he put on, dey fit "im, en I don"t keer w"at crowd he git in, dey ain"t none un um look like "im. En "tain"t on"y me say dat; I done year lots er yuther folks say dem ve"y words.
"I ups en sez, s"I: "Honey, you go "long en git yo" things, en come go home "long wid Daddy. Dey er waitin" fer you down dar"--des so! Den he look at me cute like he us"ter w"en he wuz a baby, en he "low, he did:
""I"m mighty glad you come, Daddy, en I hope you brung yo" good cloze, kaze you des come in time fer ter go in "ten"ance on my weddin"." Den I "low: "You oughtn" be a-talkin" dat away, honey. W"at in de name er goodness is chilluns like you got ter do wid marryin"?" Wid dat, he up "n" laugh, but "twa"n"t no laughin" matter wid me. Yit "twuz des like he tell me, en "twa"n"t many hours "fo" we wuz gallopin" cross de country to"ds Ma.r.s.e Randolph Herndon" place; en dar whar he married. En you may b"lieve me er not, ma"am, des ez you please, but dat couple wuz two er de purtiest chilluns you ever laid eyes on, en dar Miss Hallie in dar now fer ter show you I"m a-tellin" de true word. "Mos" "fo" de weddin"
wuz over, news com dat my young marster en de folks wid "im mus" go back ter camps, en back we went.
"Well, ma"am, dar we wuz--a mighty far ways fum home, Miss Hallie a-cryin", en de war gwine on des same ez ef "twuz right out dar in de yard. My young marster "low dat I des come in time, kaze he mighty nigh pe"sh"d fer sumpin" "n"er good ter eat. I whirled in, I did, en I cook "im some er de right kinder vittles; but all de time I cookin", I say ter myse"f, I did, dat I mought er come too soon, er I mought er come too late, but I be bless" ef I come des in time.
"Hit went on dis away scan"lous. We marched en we stopped, en we stopped en we marched, en "twuz de Lord"s blessin" dat we rid hosses, kaze ef my young marster had "a" bin "blige" ter tromp thoo de mud like some er dem white mens, I speck I"d "a" had ter tote "im, dough he uz mighty spry en tough. Sometimes dem ar bung-sh.e.l.ls "u"d drap right in "mongs" whar we-all wuz, en dem wuz de times w"en I feel like I better go off some"r"s en hide, not dat I wuz anyways skeery, kaze I wa"n"t; but ef one er dem ur bung-sh.e.l.ls had er strucken me, I dunner who my young marster would "a" got ter do he"s cookin" en he"s washin".
"Hit went on dis away, twel bimeby one night, way in de night, my young marster come whar I wuz layin", en shuck me by de shoulder. I wuz des wide "wake ez w"at he wuz, yit I ain"t make no motion. He shuck me ag"in, en "low: "Daddy! Oh, Daddy! I"m gwine on de skirmish line. I speck we gwine ter have some fun out dar."
"I "low, I did: "Honey, you make "aste back ter break"us, kaze I got some sossige meat en some gennywine coffee."
"He ain"t say nothin", but w"en he git little ways off, he tu"n "roun"
en come back, he did, en "low: "Good night, Daddy." I lay dar, en I year un w"en dey start off. I year der hosses a-snort-in", en der spurrers a-jinglin". Ef dey yever wuz a restless creetur hit uz me dat night. I des lay dar wid my eyes right wide open, en dey stayed open, kaze, atter w"ile, yer come daylight, en den I rousted out, I did, en built me a fire, en "twa"n"t long "fo" I had break"us a-fryin" en de coffee a"b"ilin", kaze I spected my young marster eve"y minute; en he uz one er dese yer kinder folks w"at want he"s coffee hot, en all de yuther vittles on de jump.
"I wait en I wait, en still he ain"t come. Hit cert"n"y look like a mighty long time w"at he stay "way; en bimeby I tuck myse"f off ter make some inquirements, kaze mighty nigh all he"s comp"ny done gone wid "im.
I notice dat de white mens look at me mighty kuse w"en I ax um "bout my young marster; en bimeby one un um up en "low: "Ole man, whar yo" hat?"
des dat away. I feel on my haid, en, bless goodness! my hat done gone; but I "spon" back, I did: ""Tain"t no time fer no n.i.g.g.e.r man fer ter be bodder"n" "bout he"s hat," des so. Well, ma"am, bimeby I struck up wid some er my young marster" comp"ny, en dey up "n" tell me dat dey had a racket out dar en de skirmish line, en dey hatter run in, en dey speck my young marster be "long terreckerly. Den I year some un say dat day speck de Yankees tuck some pris"ners out dar, en den I know dat ain"t gwine do fer me. I des runn"d back ter whar we been campin", en I mount de hoss w"at my young marster gun me, en I rid right straight out ter whar dey been fightin". My min" tol" me dey wuz sumpin" "n"er wrong out dar, en I let you know, ma"am, I rid mighty fas"; I sholy made dat ole hoss git up fum dar. De white mens dey holler at me w"en I pa.s.s, but eve"y time dey holler I make dat creetur men" he"s gait. Some un um call me a country-ban", en say I runnin" "way, en ef de pickets hadn"t all been runnin" in, I speck dey"d "a" fetched de ole n.i.g.g.e.r up wid de guns.
But dat never cross my min" dat day.
"Well, ma"am, I haid my hoss de way de pickets comin" fum; en ef dey hadn"t er been so much underbresh en so many sa.s.syfac saplin"s, I speck I"d "a" run dat creetur ter def: but I got ter whar I hatter go slow, en I des pick my way right straight forrerd de bes" I kin. I ain"t hatter go so mighty fur, nudder, "fo" I come "cross de place whar dey had de skirmish; en fum dat day ter dis I ain"t never see no lonesome place like dat. Dey wuz a cap yer, a hat yander, en de groun" look like it wuz des strowed wid um. I stop en listen. Den I rid on a little ways, en den I stop en listen. Bimeby I year hoss whicker, en den de creetur w"at I"m a-ridin", he whicker back, en do des like he wanter go whar de t"er hoss is. I des gin "im de rein; en de fus news I know, he trot right up ter de big black hoss w"at my young marster rid.
"I look little furder, I did, en I see folks lyin" on de groun". Some wuz double" up, en some wuz layin" out straight. De win" blow de gra.s.s back"ards en forrerds, but dem sojer-men dey never move; en den I know dey wuz dead. I look closer; en dar "pon de groun", "mos" right at me, wuz my young marster layin" right by de side er one er dem Yankee mens.
I jumped down, I did, en run ter whar he wuz; but he wuz done gone. My heart jump, my knees shuck, en my han" trimble; but I know I got ter git away fum dar. Hit look like at fus" dat him en dat Yankee man been fightin"; but bimeby I see whar my young marster bin crawl thoo de weeds en gra.s.s ter whar de Yankee man wuz layin"; en he had one arm un" de man" haid, en de ter han" wuz gripped on he"s canteen. I fix it in my min", ma"am, dat my young marster year dat Yankee man holler fer water; en he des make out fer ter crawl whar he is, en dar I foun" um bofe.
"Dey wuz layin" close by a little farm road, en not so mighty fur off I year a chicken crowin". I say ter myse"f dat sholy folks must be livin"
whar dey chickens crowin"; en I tuck"n" mount my young marster"s hoss, en right "roun" de side er de hill I come "cross a house. De folks wuz all gone; but dey wuz a two-hoss waggin in de lot en some gear in de barn, en I des loped back atter de yuther hoss, en "mos" "fo" you know it, I had dem creeturs. .h.i.tch up: en I went en got my young marster en de Yankee man w"at wuz wid "im, en I kyard um back ter de camps. I got um des in time, too, kase I ain"t mo"n fairly start "fo" I year big gun, _be-bang!_ en den I know"d de Yankees mus" be a-comin" back. Den de bung-sh.e.l.ls "gun ter bus"; en I ax myse"f w"at dey shootin" at me fer, en I ain"t never fin" out w"at make dey do it.
"Well, ma"am, w"en I git back ter camps, dar wuz Cunnel Tip Herndon, w"ich he wuz own br"er ter Miss Hallie. Maybe you been year tell er Ma.r.s.e Tip, ma"am; he cert"ny wuz a mighty fine man. Ma.r.s.e Tip, he "uz dar, en "twa"n"t long "fo" Miss Hallie wuz dar, kaze she ain"t live so mighty fur; en Miss Hallie say dat my young marster en de Yankee man mus" be brung home terge"er. So dey brung um."
Uncle Prince paused. His story was at an end. He stooped to stir the fire; and when he rose, his eyes were full of tears. Humble as he was, he could pay this tribute to the memory of the boy soldier whom he had nursed in sickness and in health. It was a stirring recital. Perhaps it is not so stirring when transferred to paper. The earnestness, the simplicity, the awkward fervor, the dramatic gestures, the unique individuality of Uncle Prince, can not be reproduced; but these things had a profound effect on Miss Eustis and her aunt.
VII
THROUGHOUT the narrative the piano had been going, keeping, as it seemed, a weird accompaniment to a tragic story. This also had its effect; for, so perfectly did the rhythm and sweep of the music accord with the heart-rending conclusion, that Helen, if her mind had been less preoccupied with sympathy, would probably have traced the effect of it all to a long series of rehearsals: in fact, such a suggestion did occur to her, but the thought perished instantly in the presence of the unaffected simplicity and the childlike earnestness which animated the words of the old negro.
The long silence which ensued--for the piano ceased, and Hallie nestled at Helen"s side once more--was broken by General Garwood.
"We were never able to identify the Union soldier. He had in his possession a part of a letter, and a photograph of himself. These were in an inner pocket. I judge that he knew he was to be sent on a dangerous mission, and had left his papers and whatever valuables he may have possessed behind him. The little skirmish in which he fell was a surprise to both sides. A scouting party of perhaps a dozen Federal cavalrymen rode suddenly upon as many Confederate cavalrymen who had been detailed for special picket duty. There was a short, sharp fight, and then both sides scampered away. The next day the Federal army occupied the ground."
"It is a pity," said Helen, "that his ident.i.ty should be so utterly lost."
"Hallie, my dear," said Mrs. Garwood, "would it trouble you too much to get the photograph of the Union soldier? If it is any trouble, my child--"
Hallie went swiftly out of the room, and returned almost immediately with the photograph, and handed it to Helen, who examined it as well as she could by the dim firelight.
"The face is an interesting one, as well as I can make out," said Helen, "and it has a strangely familiar look. He was very young."
She handed the picture to her aunt. Her face was very pale.
"I can"t see by this light," said Miss Tewksbury. But Uncle Prince had already brought a lamp which he had been lighting. "Why, my dear," said Miss Tewksbury, in a tone of voice that suggested both awe and consternation--"why, my dear, this is your brother Wendell!"
"Oh, Aunt Harriet! I thought so--I was afraid so--but are you sure?"
"As sure as that I am sitting here."
Helen burst into tears. "Oh, why didn"t I recognize him? How could I fail to know my darling brother?" she cried.
Hallie rose from her low stool, and stood gazing at Helen. Her face was pale as death, but in her eyes gleamed the fire of long-suppressed grief and pa.s.sion. She seemed like one transformed. She flung her white arms above her head, and exclaimed: