"And besides, if you let the umbrella down you can furl it and use it for a walking-stick, and instead of being a hindrance it will be a help to you."
"That is a good idea, young Ishmael. Upon my word, I think if you had been born in a higher speer of society, young Ishmael, your talents would have caused you to be sent to the State"s legislature, I do indeed. And you might even have come to be put on the Committee of Ways and Means."
"I hope that is not a committee of mean ways, professor."
"Ha, ha, ha! There you are again! I say it and I stand to it, if you had been born in a more elevated speer you would have ris" to be something!"
"Law, professor!"
"Well, I do! and it is a pity you hadn"t been! As it is, my poor boy, you will have to be contented to do your duty "in that station to which the Lord has been pleased to call you," as the Scriptur" says."
"As the catechism says, professor! The Scripture says nothing about stations. The Lord in no respecter of persons."
"Catechism, was it? Well, it"s all the same."
"Professor! look how the flames are pouring from that window! Run! run!"
And with these words Ishmael took to his heels and ran as fast as darkness, rain, and wind would permit him.
The professor took after him; but having shorter wind, though longer legs, than his young companion, he barely managed to keep up with the flying boy.
When they arrived upon the premises a wild scene of confusion lighted up by a lurid glare of fire met their view. The right wing of the mansion was on fire; the flames were pouring from the front windows at that end.
A crowd of frightened negroes were hurrying towards the building with water buckets; others were standing on ladders placed against the wall; others again were clinging about the eaves, or standing on the roof; and all these were engaged in pa.s.sing buckets from hand to hand, or dashing water on the burning timbers; all poor ineffectual efforts to extinguish the fire, carried on amid shouts, cries, and halloos that only added to the horrible confusion.
A little further removed, the women and children of the family, heedless of the pouring rain, were clinging together under the old elm tree. The master of the house was nowhere to be seen; nor did there appear to be any controlling head to direct the confused mob; or any system in their work.
"Professor, they have got no hose! they are trying to put the fire out with buckets of water! that only keeps it under a little; it will not put it out. Let me run to your house and get the hose you wash windows and water trees with, and we can play it right through that window into the burning room," said Ishmael breathlessly. And without waiting for permission, he dashed away in the direction of Morris" house.
"Where the deuce is the master?" inquired the professor, as he seized a full bucket of water from a man on the ground, and pa.s.sed it up to the overseer, Grainger, who was stationed on the ladder.
"He went out to an oyster supper at Commodore Burghe"s, and he hasn"t got back yet," answered the man, as he took the bucket and pa.s.sed it to a negro on the roof.
"How the mischief did the fire break out?" inquired the professor, handing up another bucket.
"n.o.body knows. The mistress first found it out. She was woke up a-smelling of smoke, and screeched out, and alarmed the house, and all run out here. Be careful there, Jovial! Don"t be afraid of singing your old wool nor breaking your old neck either! because if you did you"d only be saving the hangman and the devil trouble. Go nearer to that window! dash the water full upon the flames!"
"Are all safe out of the house?" anxiously inquired the professor.
"Every soul!" was the satisfactory answer.
At this moment Ishmael came running up with the hose, exclaiming:
"Here, professor! if you will take this end, I will run and put the sucker to the spout of the pump."
"Good fellow, be off then!" answered Morris.
The hose was soon adjusted and played into the burning room.
At this moment there was a sudden outcry from the group of women and children, and the form of Mrs. Middleton was seen flying through the darkness towards the firemen.
"Oh, Grainger!" she cried, as soon as she had reached the spot, "oh, Grainger! the Burghe boys are still in the house. I thought they had been out! I thought I had seen them out but it was two negro boys I mistook in the dark for them! I have just found out my mistake! Oh, Grainger, they will perish! What is to be done?"
""Pends on what room they"re in, ma"am," hastily replied the overseer, while all the others stood speechless with intense anxiety.
"Oh, they are in the front chamber there, immediately above the burning room!" cried Mrs. Middleton, wringing her hands in anguish, while those around suspended their breath in horror.
"More than a man"s life would be worth to venture, ma"am. The ceiling of that burning room is on fire; it may fall in any minute, carrying the floor of the upper room with it!"
"Oh, Grainger! but the poor, poor lads! to perish so horribly in their early youth!"
"It"s dreadful, ma"am; but it can"t be helped! It"s as much as certain death to any man as goes into that part of the building!"
"Grainger! Grainger! I cannot abandon these poor boys to their fate!
Think of their mother! Grainger, I will give any man his freedom who will rescue those two boys! It is said men will risk their lives for that. Get up on the ladder where you can be seen and heard and proclaim this--shout it forth: "Freedom to any slave who will save the Burghe boys!""
The overseer climbed up the ladder, and after calling the attention of the whole mob by three loud whoops and waiting a moment until quiet was restored, he shouted:
"Freedom to any slave who will save the Burghe boys from the burning building!"
He paused and waited a response; but the silenqe was unbroken.
"They won"t risk it, ma"am; life is sweet," said the overseer, coming down from his post.
"I cannot give them up, Grainger! I cannot for their poor mother"s sake!
Go up once more! Shout forth that I offer liberty to any slave with his wife and children--if he will save those boys!" said Mrs. Middleton.
Once more the overseer mounted his post and thundered forth the proclamation:
"Freedom to any slave with his wife and children, who will rescue the Burghe boys!"
Again he paused for a response; and nothing but dead silence followed.
"I tell you they won"t run the risk, ma"am! Life is sweeter than anything else in this world!" said the overseer, coming down.
"And the children will perish horribly in the fire and their mother will go raving mad; for I know I should in her place!" cried Mrs. Middleton, wildly wringing her hands, and gazing in helpless anguish upon the burning house.
"And oh! poor fellows! they are such naughty boys that they will go right from this fire to the other one!" cried Claudia Merlin, running up, burying her face in her aunt"s gown, and beginning to sob.
"Oh! oh! oh! that I should live to see such a horrible sight! to stand here and gaze at that burning building and know those boys are perishing inside and not be able to help them. Oh! oh! oh!" And here Mrs.
Middleton broke into shrieks and cries in which she was joined by all the women and children present.
"Professor! I can"t stand this any longer! I"ll do it!" exclaimed Ishmael.
"Do what?" asked the astonished artist.
"Get those boys out."
"You will kill yourself for nothing."