Ramsey covered her face again. It would have been joy to her to let one of the drops that melted through her fingers fall on Hugh"s hand.
Watson cleared his throat. "Sort o" inquirin" fo" one o" you, down on the roof," he said without looking back. He was a man not above repeating himself for a good end. "Third time they"ve sung out to me, but--up here I off"m don"t notice much f"om anywheres "at ain"t hove right at me."
Ned entered and silently took the wheel.
x.x.xII
A PROPHET IN THE WILDERNESS
Through all the middle watch of Sunday night, with her Ned quite alone in the pilot-house, the _Votaress_ came and pa.s.sed from crossing to crossing, up reaches, through chutes, around points and bends, a meteor in harness. Such she seemed from the dim sh.o.r.es. So came, so pa.s.sed, before the drowsy gaze of that strange attenuated fraction of humanity which scantily peopled the waters and margins of the great river to win from it the bare elements of livelihood or transit, winning them at a death-rate not far below the immigrant"s and in a vagabondage often as wild as that of the water-fowl pa.s.sing unseen in the upper darkness.
If to the contemplation of the Courteneys, father and son, the fair craft, "with all her light and life, speeding, twinkling on and on through the night," was "a swarm of stars," or "one little whole world,"
how shall we see her--with what sense of wonder and splendor--through the eyes of the flatboatman or the swamper, the raftsman, the island squatter, the trading-scow man, the runaway slave in the canebrake, the woodyard man, or the "pirooter"--that degenerate heir, dwarfed to a parasite, of the terrible, earlier-day land-pirates and river-wolves of Plum Point and Crow"s Nest Island? To such sorts, self-described as human snapping-turtles and alligators, her peac.o.c.k show of innumerable lights was the jewelled crown of the only civilization they knew, knowing it only with the same aloofness with which they knew the stars.
She woke them with the flutter of her wheels as of winged feet and pa.s.sed like a G.o.ddess using the river"s points and islands for stepping-stones, her bosom wrapped in a self-communion that gave no least hint of its intolerable load of grief and strife.
Not until she entered the great bend of Vicksburg did she once come into contrast with anything that could in any degree diminish her regal supremacy. There, as day was breaking, she entered the deep shadow of the southernmost "Walnut Hill." The town on its crest was two hundred feet above her lower deck, and the stiff Yazoo squire, his kindly brother-in-law and sister and the Vicksburg merchant and his wife, waiting down there while she slowed up to the wharf-boat at its foot to let them and others off, were proud of the bluff and of the two miles of sister hills hid by it and the night. Even overproud they were. The two husbands and wives silently wished for that lover of wonders, the sleeping Ramsey, that they might enjoy her enjoyment of the sight, who, though from exalted Natchez, never had beheld so vast an eminence or a city stuck up quite so high.
But Ramsey, far removed in her new, sweet-smelling berth, did not stir from a slumber into which she was throwing all the weight of an overloaded experience. She was paying large back taxes to sleep and had become so immersed in the transaction that her mother"s rising, dressing, and stealing away lifted, this time, not one of her eyelashes.
In not a sigh or motion did she respond to the long, quaking, world-filling roar of the _Votaress"s_ whistle, nor to John Courteney"s tolling of her great bell, nor to the jingle of lesser bells below, nor to any stopping or reversing or new going ahead of her wheels either for landing or for backing out and straightening up the river again. She slept on though these were the very Walnut Hills of her uncle Dan"s and Phyllis"s dark story; persevered in sleep though John Courteney"s son, her profoundest marvel, was once more up and out, with the story still on his heart and "a-happmin" yit." It was one of its happenings that, very naturally, though quite unreasonably, he begrudged the sleeper"s absence from texas roof and pilot-house.
The _Votaress_ was under full headway, with Vicksburg astern, Watson again at the wheel and the captain in his chair. The most northerly of the Walnut Hills were on the starboard bow. Beyond them the sun, rising into thunder-clouds, poured a dusty-yellow light over the tops of their almost unbroken woods, here and there brightening with a strange vividness the tilled fields and white homestead and slave quarters of some noted plantation. Between the hills and the river lay a mile"s breadth or more of densely forested swamp, or "bottom," swarming with reptiles great and small, abounding in deer, bear, and panther, and from which, though the buffalo had been long banished, the wolf was not yet gone. On the skylight roof, close "abaft the bell," as Ramsey would have said, stood the commodore and Hugh. They had just met there and after a casual word or so Hugh was about to say something requiring an effort, when they were joined by the exhorter.
"Mawnin", gentle-_men_," he said. "Now, what you reckon them-ah po"
Gawd-fo"-saken"d Eu-_rope_-ians down-stahs air a-thinkin" to theyse"v"s whilst they view this-yeh lan"scape o"? D"you reckon they eveh, ev"m in they dreams o" heav"m, see sich
""Sweet fiel"s beyond the swellin" flood Stand deck" in livin" green"?
"I tell you, gentle-_men_, as sho" as man made the city an" Gawd made the country, he made this-yeh country last, when he"d got his hand in!
You see that-ah house an" cedah grove on yan rise? Well, that"s the old "Good Luck Plantation." Gid Hayle "uz bawn thah. His fatheh went to Gawd f"om thah an" lef" it to Dan, the pilot, what "uz lost on the _Qua"_--h.e.l.l! listen at me! As ef _you_ didn"t know that, which ev"y sight o" you stahts folks a-talkin" about it! But, Lawd! what a country this-yeh "Azoo Delta is, to be sho"! Fo" c.r.a.ps! All this-yeh Mis"sippi Riveh, you mowt say, fo"m Cairo down, an" th" "Azoo fo" the top-rail!
Fo" c.r.a.ps--an" the money-makin"est c.r.a.ps! An" jest as much fo" game! Not pokeh but wile game; fo"-footen beasts afteh they kind an" fowl afteh they kind. An" ef a country"s great fo" c.r.a.ps _an"_ game, what mo" kin it be great faw what ain"t pyo" Babylonian vanity an" Eu-_rope_-ian stinch?"
The commodore admitted that game was a good thing and that crops were even better.
"No, sir-ee! Game comes fust! Man makes the c.r.a.ps but Gawd made the game! It come fust when it fust come an" it comes fust yit! Lawd A"mighty! who wouldn"t drutheh hunt than plough, ef he could hev his druthehs? But the game ain"t what it wuz, not ev"m in this-yeh "Azoo country an" not ev"m o" the feathe"d kind. Oh, wile turkey, o" co"se, they here yit, by thousan"s, an" wile goose, an" duck, an" teal, by hund"eds o" thousan"s, an" wile pigeon, clouds of "em, "at dahkened the noonday sun. Reckon you see" "em do that, ain"t you? I see" it this ve"y season. But, now, take the pelikin! if game is a fah" name fo" him--aw heh, as the case may be; which that bird--nine foot f"m tip to tip, the white ones--use" to be as common on this riveh as cuckle-burrs in a sheep"s tail!" The jester laughed, or, more strictly, exhaled his mirth from the roof of a wide-spread mouth in a long hiss that would have been more like an angered alligator"s if alligators used fine-cut tobacco. It was addressed to the commodore; for Hugh, his grandfather"s conscious inferior in human charity, had turned the squarest back--for its height--aboard the _Votaress_, to gaze on a wonderful sight in the eastern sky. The exhorter resumed:
"Why, I ain"t see" a pelikin sence I use" to flatboat down to Orleans--f"om Honey Islan" an" th" "Azoo City. "Pelikin in the wildeh-_ness_," says the holy book, but they "can"t stan" the wildeh-_ness_!" They plumb gone!--vamoost!--down to the Gulf!--what few ain"t been shot!" He grew indignant. "An" whahfo" shot? Faw noth"n"!
Jeemany-crackies! gentle-_men_, it makes my blood bile an" my bile go sour! Ain"t no bounty on pelikins. Dead pelikins ain"t useful--naw awnamental--naw instructive, an" much less they don"t tas"e good. No, suh, they jess shot in pyo" devil-_ment_ by awngawdly d.a.m.n fools--same as them on this boat all day "istiddy a-poppin" they pistols at ev"y live thing they see"--fo" no d.a.m.n" reason in the heab"ms above aw the earth beneath aw the watehs undeh the earth--Lawd! it mighty nigh makes me swah! An" I feel the heab"mly call--seein" as that-ah tub-shape"
Methodis" bishop _h-ain"t_ feel it--fo" to tell you, commodo", you-all hadn"t ought allowed that h.e.l.l-fi"ud nonsense on Gawd"s holy day."
Even to his grandfather"s response Hugh paid no visible attention. The eastern sky had become such a picture that down forward at the break of the deck John Courteney rose eagerly from his chair and looked back and up to be sure that his son was one of its spectators. Yes, Hugh was just casting a like glance to him and now turned to invite the notice of his grandfather. The thunder-clouds had so encompa.s.sed the sun that its rays burst through them almost exclusively in one wide crater, crimsoning, bronzing, and gilding their vaporous and ever-changing walls. Thence they spread earthward, heavenward, leaving remoter ma.s.ses to writhe darkly on each other and themselves, in and out, in and in, cloaking this hill in blue shadow, bathing that one in green light, while from a watery fastness somewhere hid in the depth of the forested swamp under the hills, some long-lost bend of the Mississippi or cut-off of the Yazoo, rose into the flood of beams an innumerable immaculate swarm of giant cranes. Half were white as silver, half were black as jet, and from moment to moment each jet magically turned to silver, each silver to jet, as on slowly pulsing wings they wove a labyrinthian way through their own mult.i.tude with never a clash of pinion on pinion, up, down, athwart and around, up, down, and around again, now raven black across the sun and now silver and snow against the cloud.
An awed voice broke the stillness and old Joy stood a modest step back from Hugh"s side with rapt gaze on hill and sky.
x.x.xIII
TWINS AND TEXAS TENDER
"Sign f"om de Lawd!" droned the old woman. "It"s de souls o" de saints in de tribilatioms o" de worl"!"
But explanation was poor tribute to such beauty. Hugh glanced away to his father, then around to the commodore, up to Watson, and back again upon the spectacle. In a tone of remote allusion the grandfather spoke: "One wants a choice partnership for a sight like that."
Hugh cast back a sudden frown but it softened promptly to a smile which old Joy thought wonderfully sweet.
"Late sleepers," persisted the commodore, "know what they gain but not what they lose."
"Naw yit," audibly soliloquized the nurse, "what dey makes de early riseh lose." She added a soft high-treble "humph!" and gave herself a smile at least as sweet as Hugh"s, which he repeated to her as he said:
"Good morning, auntie."
She courtesied. "Mawnin", suh." They need not have been more cordial had they just signed a great treaty.
The _Votaress_, swinging westward, left the picture behind, and the neglected exhorter, caring far less for cranes and clouds than for pelicans and sinners, reopened, this time on Hugh: "But that"s anotheh thing "at rises my bristles, ev"m ef it don"t the bishop"s."
"What rises them?" asked the solemn Hugh, the commodore"s attention wandering.
"Sh.e.l.l I spit it out? Wall, it"s folks a-_proj_-eckin" togetheh--church membehs an" non-membehs a-_proj_-eckin" _togetheh_--fo" to drownd Gawd A"mighty"s chas-tise_ments_ in the devil"s delights. _You_ know they a-layin" fo" to do that on this boat this ve"y evenin". You know they a-_proj_-eckin" fo" to raise filthy lucre by fiddlin" an" play-actin"
an" a-singin" o" worl"ly songs an", to top all, a-dayncin"!--right oveh the heads o" the sick an" dyin", my Gawd! You know that, don"t you?"
"Yes, I"m mixed up in it."
"An" they a-doin" it fo" what? Fo" no betteh reason "an to he"p them-ah d.a.m.n" ovehwhelmin" furrinehs to escape the righteous judg-_ments_ o" the Lawd! Young brotheh, my name is Jawn. Jawn the Babtiss, I am, an" as sich I p"otess! An" also an" mo"oveh I p"otess ag"in" any mo" leadin"s f"om them-ah "Piscopaliam play-actohs, an" still mo" f"om that-ah bodacious brick-top gal o" Gid Hayle"s. Which she made opem spote o"
_my_ leadin"s in "istiddy"s meet"n"! An" o" co"se! havin" a popish motheh."
"Oh!--my!--Lawd!" gasped Joy, and the commodore had begun to meet protest with protest, when Hugh touched him.
"This is too small for you. May I----?"
"Take it," said the grandfather and turned inquiringly to the nurse.
"Yaas, suh," she hurried to say, "my mist"ess ax de honoh to see you at de stateroom o" Mahs" Basile."
Meantime Hugh answered the complainant: "My friend, that young lady--you mustn"t call her anything else again--made no sport of you whatever."
"Oh, dat she didn"t, boss!" put in old Joy, breaking off from her talk with the commodore.
"Honestly, sir," continued Hugh, "I was afraid some one would, but I happened to see her from first to last, and----"
"Happ"m"d! The h.e.l.l you happ"m"d! Yo" eyes "uz dead _sot_ on heh when they"d ought to been upraise" in prah!"