Now, every town where I"ve been at heretofore to this, when the fire-bell rings everybody drops whatever they is doing and goes to the fire. Elsewhere from New York, enjoying fires is one of the main pleasures of people; but soon I is surprised to see that I"m pretty near the only person which is trailing along after the department. Whilst I"m still wondering over this circ.u.mstance, but still running also, a police grabs me by the arm and asks me where is I going in such a big hurry?
I tells him I is going to the fire. And he says to me that I might as well slow up and save my breath because it"s liable to be quite a long trip for me. I asks him how come, and he says the fire is probably three or four miles from here and maybe even considerable further than that.
And I says to him, that must make it mighty inconvenient for all concerned, having the fires so far away from the engine-house. At that he sort of chuckles and tells me to be on my way, but to keep my eyes open and not let the cows nibble me. Well, as I says to myself going away from him, I may be green, but I is getting some enjoyment out of being here which is more"n I can say for some folks round these parts, judging by what I has seen up to this here present moment.
So I meanders along, looking at this and that, and turning corners every once in awhile; and after a spell it comes to me that I has meandered myself into an exceedingly different neighborhood from the one I started out from. The houses is not so tall and is more or less rusty-looking; and there"s a set of railroad tracks running through, built up on a high trestle; and whilst there has been a falling-off in dogs there has been an ample increase in children; the place just swarms with "em. These here children is running loose all over the sidewalks and out in the streets, too, but it seems like to me they spends more time quarreling than what they does playing. Or maybe it sounds like quarreling because they has to hollow so loud on account of all the noises occurring round "em.
I decides to go back, but the trouble is I don"t rightly know which is the right way to turn. I"ve been sashaying about so, first to the right and then to the left, that I ain"t got no more sense of direction than one of these here patent egg-beaters. So I rambles on, getting more and more bewilded-like all the time, till I comes to another police and I walks up to him and states my perdicterment to him very polite and tells him I needs help getting back to where I belongs at.
He looks at me very strict, like he can"t make up his mind whether he"d better run me in for vagromcy or let me go, and then he says, kind of short:
"Make it snappy, then. Where d"ye live?"
I tells him I has done forgot the name of the street, if indeed I ever heard it, but from the looks of it I judges it must be the chief resident street where the best families resides. I tells him we has just moved in there, Mr. Dallas Pulliam and me, and has started up housekeeping in the department-house which stands on the princ.i.p.al corner. I tells him it"s the department-house where the inmates all lives in layers, one upon top of the other, like martins in a martin box.
"You mean apartment-house," he says; "department store, but apartment-house. Well, what"s the name of this apartment-house, then, if you can"t remember the street?"
That makes me scratch under my hat, too. "Cause I pointedly doesn"t know that neither.
"Nummine the name, boss," I says, "jest you, please suh, tell me whar"bouts is the leadin" apartment-house of this yere city of Noo Yawk; that"ll be it--the leadin"est one. "Cause Mr. Dallas Pulliam he is accustom" to the best whar"ever he go."
But he only acts like he"s getting more and more impatient with me.
"Describe it," he says, "describe it! There"s one chance in a thousand that might help. What does it look like?"
So I tells him what it looks like--how a little private road winds in and circles round a little place which is like a family-burying-ground, and about the hands downstairs at the front door all being from West Indiana, and about there being two elevators for the residenters and one more for the help, and about us having took over the Sublette family"s outfit and all.
"No use," he says, when I gets through, "that sounds just like most of the expensive ones." He starts walking off like he has done lost all interest in my case. Then he calls back to me over his shoulder:
"I"ll tell you what"s the matter with you," he says; "you"re lost."
"Yas, suh," I says; "thanky, suh--tha"s whut I been suspicionin" my own se"f," I says, "but I"m much oblige" you agrees wid me."
Still, that ain"t helping much, to find out this here police thinks the same way I does about it. Whilst I is lingering there wondering what I better do next, if anything, I sees a street-car go scooting by up at the next crossing, and I gets an idea. If street cars in New York is anything like they is at home, sooner or later they all turns into the main street and runs either past the City Hall or to the Union Depot. So I allows to myself that go on up yonder and climb aboard the next car which comes along and stay on her, no matter how far she goes, till she swings back off the branch onto the trunk-line, and watch out then, and when she goes past our corner drop off. Doing it that-a-way I figures that sooner or later I"m bound to fetch up back home again.
Anyhow, the scheme is worth trying, "specially as I can"t seem to think of no better one. So I accordingly does so.
But I ain"t staying on that car so very long; not more than a mile at the most. The reason I gets off her so soon is this: All at once I observes that I is skirting through a district which is practically exclusively all colored. On every side I sees nothing but colored folks, both big and little. Seemingly, everything in sight is organized by and for my race--colored barber-shops, colored undertaking parlors, colored dentists" offices, colored doctors" offices. On one corner there is even a colored vaudeville theatre. And out in the middle of the streets stands a colored police. Excusing that the houses is different and the streets is wider, it"s mighty near the same as being on Plunkett"s Hill of a Sat.u.r.day evening. I almost expects to see that there Aesop Loving loafing along all dressed up fit to kill; or maybe Red Hoss Shackleford setting in a door-way following after his regular business of resting, or old Pappy Exall, the pastor of Zion Chapel, rambling by, with that big stomach of his"n sticking out in front of him like two gallons of chitterlings wrapped up in a black gunny-sack. It certainly does fill me with the homesickness longings!
And then a big black man on the pavement opens his mouth wide, n.i.g.g.e.r-like, and laughs at something till you can hear him half-a-mile, pretty near it; which it is the first sure-enough laugh I has heard since I hit New York. And right on top of that I catches the smell of fat meat frying somewheres.
I just naturally can"t stand it no longer. Anyhow, if I"m predestinated to be lost in New York City it"s better I should be lost amongst my own kind, which talks my native language, rather than amongst plumb strangers. I give the conductor the high sign and I says to him, I says:
"Cap"n, lemme off, befo" I jumps off!"
So he rings the signalling bell and she stops and lets me off. And verily, before I has went hardly any distance at all, somebody hails me.
I is wandering along, sort of miscellaneous, looking in the store windows and up at the tops of the buildings, when a brown-complected man steps up to me and sticks out his hand and he says:
"h.e.l.lo thar", Alfred Ricketts!--whut you doin" so fur "way frum ole Lynchburg?"
I says to him he must a-made a mistake. And he says:
"Go on "way, boy, an" quit yore foolin"! This is bound to be Alfred Ricketts "at I uster know down in Lynchburg, Furginia. Leas"wise, ef "tain"t him it"s his duplicate twin brother."
I tells him no, my name ain"t Alfred Ricketts--it"s Jeff Poindexter from Paducah, and I ain"t never been in no place called Lynchburg in my whole life as I knows of.
He looks at me a minute in a kind of an onbelieving way and then he says he begs my pardon, but his excuse is that I"m the exact spit-and-image of this here Alfred Ricketts, which he says he"s done played with him many"s the time, when they was both boys together. He says he ain"t never in all his born days seen two fellows which they wasn"t no kin to each other and yet looked so much similar as him and me does. He says the way we favors each other is absolutely unanimous. He asks me to tell him again what my name is and I does so, and then he says to me:
"Whar"bouts you say you hails frum?"
I says:
"Paducah--tha"s whar."
He shakes his head kind of puzzled.
"Paducah?" he says. "I ain"t never heared tell of it. Whar is it--Tennessee or Arkansaw?"
I pities his ignorance, but I tells him where Paducah is located at. It seems like the very sound of the name detains his curiosity. He just shoots the inquiring questions at me. He wants to know how big is Paducah and what is its main business, and what river is it on or close to, and what railroads run in there, and a lot more things. So, seeing he"s a seeker after truth, I pumps him full. I tells him we not only is got one river at Paducah, we is got two; and I tells him about what railroads we"ve got running in; and about the big high water of 1913, and about the night-rider troubles some years before that. I tells him a heap else besides; mainly recent doings, such as Judge Priest having retired, and the Illinois Central having built up their shops to double size. Then he excuses himself some more and steps away pretty brisk, and goes into a colored billiard parlor, and I continues on my lonesome way.
But inside of five minutes another fellow speaks to me, and by my own ent.i.tled name, too. Only, this one is a kind of a pale tallow-color with a lot of gold teeth showing and very sporty dressed. He comes busting up to me like he"s overjoyed to see me, and says:
"h.e.l.lo, Jeff Poindexter--w"en did you git yere? You sh.o.r.e is a sight fur the sore eyes! How you leave ever"body down in ole Paduke? An" how does yore own copperosity seem to sagashuate?"
All the time he"s saying this he"s clamping my hand very affectionate, like I was his long-lost brother or something. I tells him his manner is familiar, but that I can"t place him. He acts surprised at that--surprised and sort of hurt-like. He asks me don"t I remember George Harris from down home? I tells him the onlyest George Harris of color I remembers is an old man which he does janiting for the First National Bank. And he speaks up very prompt and says that"s his uncle which he is named for him and used to live with him out by the Illinois Central shops. He says he really don"t blame me so much for not placing him, because he left there it"s going on eight or nine years ago just before the big high water; but he claims he used to meet me frequent, and says I ain"t changed much from the time when I used to be working for Judge Priest. He says he"s sure he"d a-recognized me if he"d a-met up with me in China, let alone it"s New York. He says he"s been living up North for quite a spell now, and is chief owner of a pants-pressing emporium down the street a piece, and has a fine trade and is doing well. And then, before I can get a stray word in edgeways, he goes on to speak of several important things which has happened down home of late.
I breaks in and asks him how come he keeps such close track of events "way down there seeing he"s been away so long; and he says he"s just naturally so dog-gone fond of that town he subscribes regular for one of the local papers and reads it faithful and hence that"s how come he keeps up so well with what"s going on.
"W"ich, speakin" of papers, "minds me of somethin"," he says; "it "minds me "at on "count of readin" the papers so stiddy I has a sweet streak of luck comin" to me this ver" day. I"d lak to tell you "bout it, Poindexter?"
"Perceed," I says, "perceed."
"I"m goin" to," he says, "but s"posen" fust we gits in off this yere street an" sets down somewhars whar we kin be comfor"able an" not be interrupted. Trouble wid me is," he says, "I knows so dad-blame many people round yere, bein" prominent in business the way I is, "at ef I stands still more"n a minute somebody is sh.o.r.e to be comin" up an"
slappin" me on the back. Does you feel lak a light snack, Poindexter?"
Well, it"s getting to be close onto eleven o"clock now and I has not et nothing since breakfast except fifteen cents" worth of peanut candy, so I tells him I is agreeable. We goes into a restaurant run by, for and with colored, and we sets down by ourselves off at a little table and he insists that he"s doing the paying-for on account of my being a boy from his old home-town, and he says for me to go the limit, ordering. So I calls for a bone sirloin and some fried potatoes and coffee and a mess of hot biscuits and a piece of mushmelon and one thing and another. It seems like, though, he ain"t got much appet.i.te himself. He takes just a cup of coffee, and whilst I is eating all of that provender of his generous providing, he tells me about this here streak of luck which has come his way.
First off, he begins by asking me has I heard tell about the Colored Arabian Prince, which he is now staying in New York? I says no. He says then I will be hearing about him if I sojourns long, because the Colored Arabian Prince is the talk of one and all. He"s stopping at the Palace Afro-American Hotel, and he"s got more money than what he can spend, and he"s going round the world studying how black folks lives in every clime, and he"s got thousands and thousands of dollars worth of jewelry which he wears constant. But the piece of jewelry which he prizes as the most precious of all, he lost it only yesterday; which it is a solid gold pin shaped like a four-leaf clover with a genuine real Arabian ruby set in the middle of it. This here gold-tooth boy he tells me this while I is sauntering through the steak. And I can tell from the way he says it that he"s leading up to something.
"Yas-suh," he says, "yistiddy is w"en he lose it. An" this mornin" he"s got a advertis.e.m.e.nt notice inserted in the cullid newspapers sayin" ez how he stan" ready an" willin" to pay fifty dollars fur its return to the hotel whar he is stoppin" at, an" no questions asted. An" yere "bout half-an-hour befo" I runs into you, I"m walkin" "long the street right up yere a lil" ways, an" I sees somethin" shiny layin" in the gutter an"
I stoops down an" picks it up, an" ef it ain"t the Cullid Arabian Prince"s four-leaf clover pin, dog-gone me! An" yere it is, safe an"
sound."
And with that he reach in his pocket and pull it out and let me look at it a brief second. And I says to him that I don"t begrudge him his good luck none, only I wishes it might a-been me which had found it, because fifty dollars would come in mighty handy. Then I says to him, I says:
"I s"pose you is now on yore way to hand him back his belongin" an"
claim the reward?"
But he shakes his head kind of dubiousome.