"And what did he say?" Mr. Walthall inquired.
"I ax "im, I say, "Ma.r.s.e Boss, is dese yer bobolitionists got horns en huffs?" en he "low, he did, dat dey ain"t no bobolitionists, kaze dey er babolitionists, an" dey ain"t got needer horns ner huffs."
"What else did he say?"
Jake laughed. It was a hearty and humorous laugh.
"Well, sir," he replied, "dat man des preached. He sholy did. He ax me ef de n.i.g.g.e.rs" roun" yer wouldn" all like ter be free, en I tole "im I don"t speck dey would, kaze all de free n.i.g.g.e.rs w"at I ever seed is de mos" no-"countes" n.i.g.g.e.rs in de lan"."
Mr. Walthall dismissed the negro somewhat curtly. He had prepared to retire for the night, but apparently thought better of it, for he resumed his coat and vest, and went out into the cool moonlight. He walked around the public square, and finally perched himself on the stile that led over the court-house enclosure. He sat there a long time.
Little Compton pa.s.sed by, escorting Miss Lizzie Fairleigh, the schoolmistress, home from some social gathering; and finally the lights in the village went out one by one--all save the one that shone in the window of the room occupied by Mr. Davies. Watching this window somewhat closely, Mr. Jack Walthall observed that there was movement in the room.
Shadows played on the white window-curtains--human shadows pa.s.sing to and fro. The curtains, quivering in the night wind, distorted these shadows, and made confusion of them; but the wind died away for a moment, and, outlined on the curtains, the patient watcher saw a silhouette of Jake, his body-servant. Mr. Walthall beheld the spectacle with amazement. It never occurred to him that the picture he saw was part--the beginning indeed--of a tremendous panorama which would shortly engage the attention of the civilized world, but he gazed at it with a feeling of vague uneasiness.
The next morning Little Compton was somewhat surprised at the absence of the young men who were in the habit of gathering in front of his store.
Even Mr. Jack Walthall, who could be depended on to tilt his chair against the China tree and sit there for an hour or more after breakfast, failed to put in an appearance. After putting his store to rights, and posting up some accounts left over from the day before, Little Compton came out on the sidewalk, and walked up and down in front of the door. He was in excellent humor, and as he walked he hummed a tune. He did not lack for companionship, for his cat, Tommy Tinktums, an extraordinarily large one, followed him back and forth, rubbing against him and running between his legs; but somehow he felt lonely. The town was very quiet. It was quiet at all times, but on this particular morning it seemed to Little Compton that there was less stir than usual.
There was no sign of life anywhere around the public square save at Perdue"s Corner. Shading his eyes with his hand, Little Compton observed a group of citizens apparently engaged in a very interesting discussion.
Among them he recognized the tall form of Mr. Jack Walthall and the somewhat ponderous presence of Major Jimmy Ba.s.s. Little Compton watched the group because he had nothing better to do. He saw Major Jimmy Ba.s.s bring the end of his cane down upon the ground with a tremendous thump, and gesticulate like a man laboring under strong excitement; but this was nothing out of the ordinary, for Major Jimmy had been known to get excited over the most trivial discussion; on one occasion, indeed, he had even mounted a dry-goods box, and, as the boys expressed it, "cussed out the town."
Still watching the group, Little Compton saw Mr. Jack Walthall take Buck Ransome by the arm, and walk across the public square in the direction of the court-house. They were followed by Mr. Alvin Cozart, Major Jimmy Ba.s.s, and young Rowan Wornum. They went to the court-house stile, and formed a little group, while Mr. Walthall appeared to be explaining something, pointing frequently in the direction of the tavern. In a little while they returned to those they had left at Perdue"s Corner, where they were presently joined by a number of other citizens. Once Little Compton thought he would lock his door and join them, but by the time he had made up his mind the group had dispersed.
A little later on, Compton"s curiosity was more than satisfied. One of the young men, Buck Ransome, came into Compton"s store, bringing a queer-looking bundle. Unwrapping it, Mr. Ransome brought to view two large pillows. Whistling a gay tune, he ran his keen knife into one of these, and felt of the feathers. His manner was that of an expert. The examination seemed to satisfy him; for he rolled the pillows into a bundle again, and deposited them in the back part of the store.
"You"d be a nice housekeeper, Buck, if you did all your pillows that way," said Compton.
"Why, bless your great big soul, Compy," said Mr. Ransome, striking an att.i.tude, "I"m the finest in the land."
Just then Mr. Alvin Cozart came in, bearing a small bucket, which he handled very carefully. Little Compton thought he detected the odor of tar.
"Stick her in the back room there," said Mr. Ransome; "she"ll keep."
Compton was somewhat mystified by these proceedings; but everything was made clear when, an hour later, the young men of the town, reenforced by Major Jimmy Ba.s.s, marched into his store, bringing with them Mr. Davies, the Vermont colporteur, who had been flourishing his note-book in the faces of the inhabitants. Jake, Mr. Walthall"s body-servant, was prominent in the crowd by reason of his color and his frightened appearance. The colporteur was very pale, but he seemed to be cool. As the last one filed in, Mr. Walthall stepped to the front door and shut and locked it.
Compton was too amazed to say anything. The faces before him, always so full of humor and fun, were serious enough now. As the key turned in the lock, the colporteur found his voice.
"Gentlemen!" he exclaimed with some show of indignation, "what is the meaning of this? What would you do?"
"You know mighty well, sir, what we ought to do," cried Major Ba.s.s. "We ought to hang you, you imperdent scounderl! A-comin" down here a-pesterin" an" a-meddlin" with t"other people"s business."
"Why, gentlemen," said Davies, "I"m a peaceable citizen; I trouble n.o.body. I am simply traveling through the country selling books to those who are able to buy, and giving them away to those who are not."
"Mr. Davies," said Mr. Jack Walthall, leaning gracefully against the counter, "what kind of books are you selling?"
"Religious books, sir."
"Jake!" exclaimed Mr. Walthall somewhat sharply, so sharply, indeed, that the negro jumped as though he had been shot. "Jake! stand out there. Hold up your head, sir!--Mr. Davies, how many religious books did you sell to that n.i.g.g.e.r there last night?"
"I sold him none, sir; I--"
"How many did you _try_ to sell him?"
"I made no attempt to sell him any books; I knew he couldn"t read. I merely asked him to give me some information."
Major Jimmy Ba.s.s scowled dreadfully; but Mr. Jack Walthall smiled pleasantly, and turned to the negro.
"Jake! do you know this man?"
"I seed "im, Ma.r.s.e Jack; I des seed "im; dat"s all I know "bout "im."
"What were you doing sa.s.shaying around in his room last night?"
Jake scratched his head, dropped his eyes, and shuffled about on the floor with his feet. All eyes were turned on him. He made so long a pause that Alvin Cozart remarked in his drawling tone:
"Jack, hadn"t we better take this n.i.g.g.e.r over to the calaboose?"
"Not yet," said Mr. Walthall pleasantly. "If I have to take him over there I"ll not bring him back in a hurry."
"I wuz des up in his room kaze he tole me fer ter come back en see "im.
Name er G.o.d, Ma.r.s.e Jack, w"at ail" you all w"ite folks now?"
"What did he say to you?" asked Mr. Walthall.
"He ax me w"at make de n.i.g.g.e.rs stay in slave"y," said the frightened negro; "he ax me w"at de reason dey don"t git free deyse"f."
"He was warm after information," Mr. Walthall suggested.
"Call it what you please," said the Vermont colporteur. "I asked him those questions and more." He was pale, but he no longer acted like a man troubled with fear.
"Oh, we know that, mister," said Buck Ransome. "We know what you come for, and we know what you"re goin" away for. We"ll excuse you if you"ll excuse us, and then there"ll be no hard feelin"s--that is, not many; none to growl about.--Jake, hand me that bundle there on the barrel, and fetch that tar-bucket.--You"ve got the makin" of a mighty fine bird in you, mister," Ransome went on, addressing the colporteur; "all you lack"s the feathers, and we"ve got oodles of "em right here. Now, will you shuck them duds?"
For the first time the fact dawned on Little Compton"s mind that the young men were about to administer a coat of tar and feathers to the stranger from Vermont; and he immediately began to protest.
"Why, Jack," said he, "what has the man done?"
"Well," replied Mr. Walthall, "you heard what the n.i.g.g.e.r said. We can"t afford to have these abolitionists preaching insurrection right in our back yards. We just can"t afford it, that"s the long and short of it.
Maybe you don"t understand it; maybe you don"t feel as we do; but that"s the way the matter stands. We are in a sort of a corner, and we are compelled to protect ourselves."
"I don"t believe in no tar and feathers for this chap," remarked Major Jimmy Ba.s.s, a.s.suming a judicial air. "He"ll just go out here to the town branch and wash "em off, and then he"ll go on through the plantations raising h---- among the n.i.g.g.e.rs. That"ll be the upshot of it--now, you mark my words. He ought to be hung."
"Now, boys," said Little Compton, still protesting, "what is the use?
This man hasn"t done any real harm. He might preach insurrection around here for a thousand years, and the n.i.g.g.e.rs wouldn"t listen to him. Now, you know that yourselves. Turn the poor devil loose, and let him get out of town. Why, haven"t you got any confidence in the n.i.g.g.e.rs you"ve raised yourselves?"
"My dear sir," said Rowan Wornum, in his most insinuating tone, "we"ve got all the confidence in the world in the n.i.g.g.e.rs, but we can"t afford to take any risks. Why, my dear sir," he went on, "if we let this chap go, it won"t be six months before the whole country"ll be full of this kind. Look at that Harper"s Ferry business."
"Well," said Compton somewhat hotly, "look at it. What harm has been done? Has there been any n.i.g.g.e.r insurrection?"
Jack Walthall laughed good-naturedly. "Little Compton is a quick talker, boys. Let"s give the man the benefit of all the arguments."
"Great G.o.d! You don"t mean to let this d---- rascal go, do you, Jack?"