As John and his mate stepped off the train at Sanford, they were met by a burly, red-faced white man who looked them over sharply-which gave them both the fidgets. Finally he asked, "Where y"all come from?"
"Up de road uh piece in Wes" Florduh," John"s partner answered, much to his relief.
"Want work?"
"Ah kinda got uh job promised tuh me already," John"s mate answered again.
"How "bout you, Big Yaller?"
"Nawsuh, Ah ain"t got no job. Ah would love tuh hear tell uh one."
"Come along then. Ever done any work on uh railroad?"
"Nawsuh, but Ah wants tuh try."
"Git yo duds then. We going over to Wildwood. Dollar a day. Seaboard puttin" thru uh spur."
That night John slept in the railroad camp and at sun-up he was swinging a nine-pound hammer and grunting over a lining bar.
The next day he wrote Lucy and sent her all of his ready money.
All day long it was strain, sweat and rhythm. When they were lining track the water-boy would call out, "Mr. Dugan!"
The straining men would bear down on the lining bars and grunt, "Hanh!"
"Hanh!"
"Got de number ten!"
"Hanh!"
"Got de pay-car!"
"Hanh!"
"On de rear end."
"Hanh!"
"Whyncher pick "em up!"
"Hanh!"
"Set it over."
"Hanh!"
And the rail was in place. Sometimes they"d sing it in place, but with the same rhythm.
When Ah get in Illinois Ahm gointer spread de news about de Floriduh boys Sho-ove it over Hey, hey, can"t you live it?
Then a rhythmic shaking of the nine-hundred-pound rail by bearing down on the bars thrust under it in concert.
"Ahshack-uh-lack-uh-lack-uh-lack-uh-lack-uh-lack-uh-hanh!"
Rail in place.
"Hey, hey, can"t you try?"
He liked spiking. He liked to swing the big snub-nosed hammer above his head and drive the spike home at a blow. And then the men had a song that called his wife"s name and he liked that.
"Oh Lulu!"
"Hanh!" A spike gone home under John"s sledge.
"Oh, oh, gal!"
"Hanh!"
"Want to see you!"
"Hanh!"
"So bad."
"Hanh!"
And then again it was fun in the big camp. More than a hundred hammer-muscling men, singers, dancers, liars, fighters, bluffers and lovers. Plenty of fat meat and beans, women flocking to camp on pay-day.
On Sunday John and his breaster went into town to church. The preacher s.n.a.t.c.hed figure after figure from the land of images, and the church loved it all. Back in camp that night, John preached the sermon himself for the entertainment of the men who had stayed in camp and he aped the gestures of the preacher so accurately that the crowd hung half-way between laughter and awe.
"You kin mark folks," said Blue. "Da.s.s jes" lak dat preacher fuh de world. Pity you ain"t preachin" yo"self."
"Look, John," said his breaster, "dey"s uh colored town out "cross de woods uh piece-maybe fifteen tuh twenty miles, and dey"s uh preacher-"
"You mean uh whole town uh nothin" but colored folks? Who bosses it, den?"
"Dey bosses it deyself."
"You mean dey runnin" de town "thout de white folks?"
"Sho is. Eben got uh mayor and corporation."
"Ah sho wants tuh see dat sight."
"Dat"s jes" whar Ah wants tuh take yuh nex" Sunday. Dey got uh Meth"dis" preacher over dere Ah wants yuh tuh mark. He talk thru his nose and he preaches all his sermons de same way. Sho would love tuh hear you mark "im."
"Ah"ll sho do it. Whut"s de name uh dat town?"
"Eatonville, Orange County."
The Negro mayor filled John with almost as much awe as the train had. When he was leaving town that Sunday night he told his friend, "Ahm comin" back tuh dis place. Uh man kin be sumpin" heah "thout folks tramplin" all over yuh. Ah wants mah wife and chillun heah."
There were many weeks between John and the little Negro village. He would resolve to move there on next pay-day, but trips to town, and visitors to camp defeated his plans.
But a letter from Lucy nerved him and he found work pruning orange trees in Maitland, the adjacent white town, and went to live in Eatonville.
He had meant to send for Lucy within the month, but one thing and another delayed him. One day, however, in a fit of remorse he went and drew down a month"s wages in advance and sent the money to Judge Pearson for his wife because he was ashamed to write to her.
He was working for Sam Mosely, the second most prosperous man in Eatonville, and borrowed his team to meet Lucy at the train.
He wouldn"t let her walk down the coach steps, but held wide his arms and made her jump into his bosom. He drove the one mile from the depot in Maitland to the heart of Eatonville with a wagon full of laughter and shouts of questions.
"Glad tuh see me, Lucy?" John asked as soon as he had loaded the battered tin trunk and the feather bed on the wagon and sprung into the driver"s seat.
""Course, John."
"Is you only mouf glad or yuh sho nuff glad?"
"Sho nuff, but one time Ah thought you sho took uh long time tuh write tuh me and send fuh us."
"You looks lak new money "round heah, honey. Ah"d send fuh you, if Ah didn"t had bread tuh eat. Look how our li"l" gal done growed."
"Yeah she walkin" and talkin". You been "way from us might nigh uh yeah."
The children exclaimed at the fruit cl.u.s.tered golden among the dark glistening foilage.
"Ah got y"all plenty oranges at de house, y"all chaps. Yo" papa lookin" out fuh yuh."
"You got us uh house, John?" Lucy asked happily.
"Ah mean where Ah been stayin" at. Ah reckon us all kin git in dere."
""Tain"t no mo" houses in town?"
"Yeah, two, three vacant, but us ain"t got much money. Sendin" fuh y"all and all, and den us ain"t got nothin" tuh go in uh house but ourselves."
"Dat ain"t nothin". You go git us house of our own. "Tain"t nothin" lak being yo" own boss. Us kin sleep on de floor "til we kin do better."
Lucy sniffed sweet air laden with night-blooming jasmine and wished that she had been born in this climate. She seemed to herself to be coming home. This was where she was meant to be. The warmth, the foliage, the fruits all seemed right and as G.o.d meant her to be surrounded. The smell of ripe guavas was new and alluring but somehow did not seem strange.
So that night John and his family were housekeeping again. John went to the woods at the edge of town and filled three crocus sacks with moss and each of the larger children had a sack apiece for a mattress. John and Lucy took the baby girl upon the feather mattress with them.
Next morning Lucy awoke at daylight and said to John in bed, "John, dis is uh fine place tuh bring up our chillun. Dey won"t be seein" no other kind uh folks actin" top-superior over "em and dat"ll give"em s.p.u.n.k tuh be bell cows theyselves, and you git somethin" tuh do "sides takin" orders offa other folks. Ah "bominates dat."
"Whut"s it goin" tuh be, Lucy?"
"You knows how tuh carpenter. Go ast who want uh house built, and den you take and do it. You kin prop up shacks jus" as good as some uh dem dat"s doin" it."
And to John"s surprise people wanted houses built all over Orange County. Central Florida was in the making.
"And now less don"t pay Joe Clarke no mo" rent. Less buy dis place, John."
"Dat"s uh bigger job than Ah wants tuh tackle, Lucy. You so big-eyed. Wese colored folks. Don"t be so much-knowin"."
But the five acre plot was bought nevertheless, and John often sat on Joe Clarke"s store porch and bragged about his determination to be a property owner.
"Aw, "tain"t you, Pearson," Walter Thomas corrected, "iss dat li"l" handful uh woman you got on de place."
"Yeah," Sam Mosely said earnestly, "Anybody could put hisself on de ladder wid her in de house. Dat"s de very "oman Ah been lookin" fuh all mah days."
"Yeah, but Ah seen uh first, Sam, so you might jus" ez well quit lookin"," John said and laughed.
"Oh Ah knows dat, John. "Twon"t do me no good tuh look, but yet and still it won"t hurt me neither. You might up and die uh she might quit yuh and git uh sho nuff husband, and den she could switch uh mean Miss Johnson in dat big house on Mars Hill."
"Hold on dere uh minute, Sam," John retorted half in earnest amid the general laughter, "less squat dat rabbit and jump uhnother one. Anyhow mah house liable tuh be big ez your"n some uh dese days."
"Aw, he jes" jokin" yuh, Pearson," Joe Clarke, the mayor intervened, "I G.o.d, you takin" it serious."
When John got home that night Lucy was getting into bed. John stopped in the hallway and took his Winchester rifle down from the rack and made sure that it was loaded before he went into the bedroom, and sat on the side of the bed.
"Lucy, is you sorry you married me instid uh some big n.i.g.g.e.r wid uh whole heap uh money and t.i.tles hung on tuh him?"
"Whut make you ast me dat? If you tired uh me, jus" leave me. Another man over de fence waitin fuh yo" job."
John stood up, "Li"l" Bit, Ah ain"t never laid de weight uh mah hand on you in malice. Ain"t never raised mah hand tuh yuh eben when you gits mad and slaps mah jaws, but lemme tell you somethin" right now, and it ain"t two, don"t you never tell me no mo" whut you jus" tole me, "cause if you do, Ahm goin" tuh kill yuh jes" ez sho ez gun is iron. Ahm de first wid you, and Ah means tuh be de last. Ain"t never no man tuh breathe in yo" face but me. You hear me? Whut made you say dat nohow?"
"Aw, John, you know dat"s jus" uh by-word. Ah hears all de women say dat."
"Yeah, Ah knows dat too, but you ain"t tuh say it. Lemme tell you somethin". Don"t keer whut come uh go, if you ever start out de door tuh leave me, you"ll never make it tuh de gate. Ah means tuh blow yo" heart out and hang fuh it."
"You done-"
"Don"t tell me "bout dem trashy women Ah l.u.s.ts after once in uh while. Dey"s less dan leaves uh gra.s.s. Lucy do you still love me lak yuh useter?"
"Yeah John, and mo". Ah got mo" tuh love yuh fuh now."
John said, "Neb mine mah crazy talk. Jus" you hug mah neck tight, Ah"d sweat in h.e.l.l fuh yuh. Ah"d take uh job cleaning out de Atlantic Ocean jus" fuh yuh. Look lak Ah can"t git useter de thought dat you married me, Lucy, and you got chillun by me!"
And he held Lucy tightly and thought pityingly of other men.
The very next Sunday he arose in Covenant Meeting and raised the song, "He"s a Battle-Axe in de Time Uh Trouble," and when it was done he said, "Brothers and Sisters, Ah rise befo" yuh tuhday tuh tell yuh, G.o.d done called me tuh preach."
"Halleluyah! Praise de Lawd!"