"Senator, have you never met Squire So-and-So?"
The senator had long wished to do so, the judge was well acquainted, the general shook hands grandly, and the bishop blithely said the squire had the largest plantation on the Yazoo River. The squire was too thirsty to smile but said he hoped the bishop would not feel above joining the others as his guest at the bar. The bishop declined, but kept the seats of all till their return. They came back talking politics, having found themselves of one democratic mind, southwestern variety, and able to discuss with quiet dignity their minor differences of view on a number of then burning questions now long burned out with the men who kindled them: Webster, Fillmore, Scott, Seward, Clay, Ca.s.s, Douglas, Garrison, Davis, and others.
By and by, without a break in the discussion, the seven walked back into the cabin and stood where, on the first tap of the supper bell, each could s.n.a.t.c.h a seat near the upper end of the table and so collectively a.s.sume among the hundreds on the boat that separate and superior station to which the laws of nature and nature"s G.o.d ent.i.tled them. The squire had his motherless children aboard but could leave them to a sister and brother-in-law. Which reminded the twins to look after their sister, on the roof, as hereinbefore set forth. But both the bishop and the senator were thoughtful for them and when they came tardily to the board they found the group close about the old commodore, their own places saved and the judge and the general sustaining the squire"s rather peppery a.s.sertion to the courteous but vilely inconvincible commodore, that certain new laws of Congress must be upheld with all the national power, Yankee mobs be squarely shot into and their leaders hanged, or the Federal Union would not long be worth a rap.
The senator had almost thought of something tactful to say and the bishop had just the right word on the end of his tongue, when Julian, with very good manners in a very bad manner, asked leave to speak, and the squire, ignoring the commodore, said: "Certainly, Mr. Hayle, sir, do!"
"One thing to be stopped at all cost," said Mr. Hayle, "is this deluge of immigration. Every alien who comes to New Orleans, and especially every alien who pa.s.ses on up this river into the West, strengthens the North and weakens the South commercially, industrially, and politically, and corrupts the national type, the national speech----"
"The national religion,"----prompted the bishop.
"The national love of law and order,"----said the judge.
"And of justice and liberty,"----put in the general.
"And the national health," said the youth. "New Orleans should refuse every immigrant entrance to the country, and every steamboat on the Mississippi ought to decline to carry him to his destination!"
The commodore smiled to reply, but the senator broke in with an anecdote, long but good, of a newly landed German. The judge followed close with the story of a very green Irishman; and the general, with mellow inconsequence, brought in a tale to the credit of the departed Jackson and debit of the still surviving Clay. A new sultriness prevailed. The judge"s palliative word, that many a story hard on Clay was older than Clay himself, relieved the tension scarcely more than did Lucian"s inquiry whether it was not, at any rate, true beyond cavil that Clay had treated Jackson perfidiously in that old matter----
That old matter"s extreme deadness reminded the group that the repast was over and Whiggism amply squelched. Besides themselves only the ladies"-cabin people and the captain, away aft, lingered. The long, intervening double line of mere feeders was gone and the cabin-boys were setting the second table. The commodore rose and the seven drifted out again, with their seven toothpicks, to the boiler deck. There men who had pa.s.sed the salt to each other at table were giving each other cigars, some standing in knots, others taking chairs about the guards.
Almost every one had related himself to some other one or more as somehow his or their guest and host combined, and had taken his turn or was watching his chance to recognize the captain as social and civil autocrat and guardian angel over all. The conspicuousness of the twins led to stories, in undertone, of the long Hayle-Courteney rivalry.
"Remarkable, how it"s run on and on without their ever locking horns, eh?"
"Mighty nigh did it when the _Quakeress_ burned."
"Oh! do you really think so?"
"I know it, sir!" He who knew spat over the rail, and the one who had dared to doubt moved on. Between stories there were debates on the comparative merits of the two types of hull favored respectively by the rival builders: the slim Hayle model and the not so slim of the Courteneys.
"After all, sir," a.s.serted a man of eagle eye, "a duck flies faster than a crane."
"I doubt that, sir," said one with the eye of a stallion. "Not that I question your word, but----"
Their friends had to separate them.
At that point along came the _Empress_, as we know, a sight only less inspiring on this deck than to Ramsey on the roof; shining, saluting, huzzaing, then fading round the bend. When the card-tables were set out our group of seven fell into three parts. The squire and the general sat down to a game with a Vicksburg merchant and a Milliken"s Bend planter, who "couldn"t play late," their wives being on the boat. The twins, ceasing to tell the senator and the bishop what d.a.m.nable things _some_ boats were known to have done for the sake of speed, went down-stairs to take a glance at the safety-valve, following a few steps behind the captain. For him they had just seen, as he came down from the roof to their deck and met an unexpected messenger from the engine-room, promptly turn with him and go below. But their needless glance at the safety-valve they never took. They saw only two or three poor women sobbing like babes, the dead body of a young man being prepared for burial, and the carpenter finishing his coffin. When the captain, as will be remembered, went back to the hurricane-deck to tell their mother, they went too.
The boat"s torches enabled all on the various decks to view the burial.
It ended the game of cards. During the swift ceremony and long after it the twins consulted the squire, the general, the Vicksburger, the senator, the bishop, the judge, and the planter from Milliken"s Bend as to what ought to be done. They took care to advance their questions and suggestions singly and according to the nature of each hearer"s inflammability, and as each one kindled they brought him close to another, Julian always supplying the hardihood, Lucian the guile. Here were men, they said, and soon had others saying--the squire to the merchant, the general to the Milliken"s Bend planter--here were men, gentlemen, scores on scores, not to say hundreds, who at all times and everywhere could take the chances of life like men, like gentlemen, native American gentlemen. But here also were women and children, the families of many of these gentlemen. Such risks were not for such women and children. Was no step to be generally agreed upon? Was it to be supinely a.s.sumed that the owners of the _Votaress_, now mainly preoccupied in overhauling the _Antelope_, knew all that was best to do and would punctually do it all?
The twins did not originate half the inquiries or replies, they merely started the ferment and kept it working. "You saw at table, did you not, the positive contempt the commodore--who is a foreigner himself--showed for the direst needs of our country?" To be sure that had little to do with the management of the boat, but it made it easier to think that the Courteneys, the captain himself being half Dutch in his origin, might incline to do more for those people down-stairs than was just to those above them--every way above them. The general called it a criminal error to plant the victims of a deadly contagion along a great national highway, like fertile seed in a fertile furrow. The bishop counted it no mercy to the aliens themselves to keep them aboard when they could be set ash.o.r.e in a rough sort of roofless quarantine on some such isolated spot as Prophet"s Island, which should be reached by sunrise, was heavily wooded, and lay but six miles below the small town of Port Hudson.
Nor could he call it a mercy to consult the immigrants" wishes. How could they be expected to view the matter unselfishly?
A deputation of seven elected itself to wait on the captain. The masterful twins, finding themselves not of its number, sought him in advance, alone. But their interview was brief. We pa.s.s it. The first _watch_ turned in. The men who had served through the first two hours"
run came again on duty as "middle watch," and in their care, after their four hours" rest, the shining _Votaress_, teeming with slumberers, breasted the strenuous flood as regally as ever.
XII
HUGH AND THE TWINS
In the captain"s chair, between the derricks and the bell, far above and behind which the chimneys" vast double plume of smoke and sparks trailed down the steamer"s wake, sat Hugh Courteney, quite uncompanioned.
So his father had just left him, leaving with him the thought, though without hint of it in word or tone, that some night, on some boat as deeply freighted with cares as this one, he must sit thus, her master.
The wonder of it, with the wonder of the boat herself and all she carried, sounded a continuous stern alarum through his spirit like a long roll sounding through a camp: "Be a man! Make haste! See even those Hayle twins, with all their faults, and up! Make haste! Rise up and be a man!" Had the wonder-loving Ramsey been there she must have laughed again; looking into his round, heavy visage was so much like looking into the back of a watch--one saw such ceaseless movement of mind yet learned so little from it. Amid his wonderings he wondered of her; not only where at that moment she might be, but what a child she still was, and yet in how few years--as few as two or three--she would be a woman, might be a bride.
But soon a bride or never, the boat was full of matters only less remarkable and he gently let the girl out of his thought by looking behind him. The windows of the captain"s room--between the chimneys--front room of the texas--gave shining evidence that somewhere the captain was yet astir. From the rayless pilot-house above it faint notes of speech showed that some one was up there with the pilot, but at the same time a near-by tread drew Hugh to his feet with quick pleasure and again his father stood before him, looking at the lights of the _Antelope_, a few hundred yards ahead.
"She"ll soon be astern," said Hugh.
"We can"t keep her so," replied the captain, accepting his chair. "We must land too often. Where"s your crony?"
"The commodore? He"s turned in." After a pause--"Father, you"ve shipped a lot of trouble."
"Yes," was the light response, "counting Hayle"s twins."
"I wish you"d give me full charge of them."
"Do you?" laughed the father. "Take it. You hear them, don"t you?"
They were easy to hear, down on the forward freight deck, dancing round a bottle of liquor, and----
"Singing "Gideon"s Band,"" said Hugh listening.
"Yes," said the amused captain, "after pledging me on their honor to go straight to bed." Hugh started away so abruptly that his father asked: "Where are you bound?"
"I"m going to send them to bed."
"Both of them?" smilingly asked the captain.
"Yes, both."
"Not both at once?"
"Yes, both at once. Do you know where their sister is?"
"Why, abed and asleep long ago, is she not?"
"I don"t know," said Hugh, going; "I doubt it."
On his way he glanced about for her. Taking charge of the twins seemed logically to involve a care of her. Where the mother was he knew. Down in the after parts of the lower deck, between the ceaseless torrents of the wheels, most of the people from overseas had spread their beds wherever they might, while in one small place apart some five or six lay smitten with the deadly contagion, two or three in agony, one or two in painless collapse, under the unskilled, heartbroken care of a few terrified kindred. There, by stealth at first and by the captain"s helpless leave when he found her there, attended by a colored man and maid from the cabin service, was Madame Hayle, ministering, now with medicine, now with the crucifix, amid the hammer"s unflagging din. To this Hugh was reconciled; but it would never, never do, he felt, to let the daughter share such an experience. Better to find her, even at that hour, on the boiler deck.
But on the boiler deck he found only its wide semicircle of chairs quite empty and no one moving among the high piles of trunks and light freight under the hanging bunches of pineapples and bananas. He looked into the saloon. It was bright though with half its lamps cold, but the barber"s shop and the clerk"s office were shut, and double curtains of silk and wool cloistered off the ladies" cabin. The fragrant bar stood open, and at two or three card-tables sat heavy-betting, hard-chewing quartets, but no one else was to be seen; even the third Hayle brother had gone to bed. Halfway down the double front stairs to the lower deck, on a landing where the two flights merged into one, Hugh paused. All about beneath him forward of the wheels, clear out to the capstan and jack-staff, slept the deckhands, except a few on watch, a few more who with eager crouchings, snapping fingers, and soft cries gambled at dice in the red glare of the furnaces, and one who had become an amused onlooker of the Hayle twins--the negro who, six hours before, by merely putting out a hand had saved their sister"s life.