She rubbed her teeth and gums with the tiny snuff-brush. She had something to say and John knew it.
"How"s everybody makin" it over de Big Creek, maw?"
"Right middlin", John. Us could do better but yo" pappy always piddlin" from piller tuh post and dat keep de rest uh us in hot water."
"Yessum. What"s de trouble now?"
"Yuh know Beasley took and beat us out uh our cotton and we ain"t hardly had nothin" tuh eat, so day "fo" yistiddy Ned took and kilt one uh Beasley"s yearlings way down dere in de hammock and fetched it home dere and us cooked and et some of it and put some of it down in salt. We thinkin" n.o.body"d ever know de diffunce, but Beasley heard de cows bellerin" when dey smelt de blood where it wuz kilt and went down dere and found de hide. So us had tuh pack up our things in meal sacks and when it wuz black dark us went on over tuh de Shelby place, and us goin" work dere dis year."
"Dat"s uh whole heap better"n Beasley"s place, but "tain"t nigh good ez heah. Wisht y"all would come work fuh Mist" Alf."
"Ned, he too hard-headed tuh do dat. Ah done tried and tried but his back don"t bend. De only difference "tween him and uh mule is, de mule got four good foots, and he ain"t got nairn. De minute anybody mention crossin" dat creek, he"s good tuh make disturbiment and tear up peace. He been over dat creek all his life jes" ez barefooted ez uh yard dawg and know he ain"t even got uh rooster tuh crow fuh day, yet and still you can"t git "im "way from dere."
"How come you don"t quit "im? Come on, and fetch de chillun wid you!"
"You can"t know intuh dat yit, John. In times and seasons, us gwine talk dat, but Ah come tuh take you back wid me, John."
"Me, mama?" John asked in agonized surprise, "you know Ah don"t want no parts of over dat Creek."
"Mama know, son, but Mist" Shelby asted where wuz you de fust thing and say he don"t want us "thout you."
"Mama, Ah don"t wanta go "way back over dere in dem woods. All you kin hear "bout over dere is work, push-hard and pone-bread, ole cawn bread wid nothin" in it but salt and water! Ah laks it over here where dey talks about biscuit-bread some time."
"Yeah, John Buddy, mama know jes" how yuh feels and her heart is beatin" right wid yourn. Mama love flour bread too. But, you know, lots uh white folks ain"t gwine be bothered wid Ned, and us got tuh find some place tuh lay our heads. Mist" Shelby ain"t uh mean man, but he don"t b"lieve us kin make de crop "thout you. Reckon you better git yo" things and come "long."
Amy got up wearily, the ruffles of her faded calico skirt sweeping the floor as she moved.
"Ahm goin" and see Ma.r.s.e Alf "bout takin" yuh. Be ready "ginst Ah git back, John Buddy."
John watched her out of the door, then slowly he went out himself and wandered about; but finally he was standing back of Pheemy"s cabin and gazing at the rude scratching on the adobe chimney. "Lucy," "Lucy Ann," "Lucy Potts," "Lucy and John," "Lucy is John"s girl," "No "nife can cut our love into," "Lucy Pearson."
"Oh," John sobbed, "she ain"t gonna want no over-de-creek-n.i.g.g.e.r."
He stood there a long time before he went inside and began to collect his things. Then he came upon the song book that Lucy"s terrifying brother had given him when he joined the choir. There was a crude drawing of a railroad train on it. No, he couldn"t leave Notasulga where the train came puffing into the depot twice a day. No, no! He dropped everything and tore out across the fields and came out at last at the railroad cut just below the station. He sat down upon the embankment and waited. Soon in the distance he heard the whistle, "Wahooom! Wahup, wahup!" And around the bend came first the smoke stack, belching smoke and flames of fire. The drivers turning over chanting "Opelika-black-and-dirty! Opelika-black-and-dirty." Then as she pulled into the station, the powerful whisper of steam. Starting off again, "Wolf coming! Wolf coming! Wolf coming! Opelika-black-and-dirty, Opelika-black-and-dirty! Auh-wah-hoooon"-into the great away that gave John"s feet such a yearning for distance.
The train had been gone a long time when Alf Pearson"s buggy pulled up beside John.
"What are you doing down here, John, with Amy looking all over Macon County for you?"
"Jes" come down tuh hear whut de train say one mo" time, Mist" Alf."
"Get in and drive me down to get the mail, John. How"s the hogs getting on?"
"Jes" fine, Mist" Alf. S"pectin" two mo" litters dis week. Dat make five litters since New Year"s. Ain"t lost one since Chris"mas, neither."
"Splendid, John, splendid."
"Mist" Alf, Ah don"t treasure "cross dat creek. Lemme stay heah wid you, please suh."
"John, I"m not sending you over there. Your mother is taking you. If you"re ever in need of a job, come on back here and behave yourself and I"ll look after you. No matter where you are, don"t steal and don"t get too biggety and you"ll get along. Touch the horses up a little. I"m in a hurry."
CHAPTER 4.
There was work a plenty on the Shelby place. John and Ned were plowing the rocky hillsides. As they turned the furrows John always strode several feet in advance of Ned. The older man limped behind his plow, stumbling now and then, slashing the mule and swearing incessantly.
"Gawd uhmighty! Git up heah, you hard-tailed b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Confound yuh, gee! John Buddy, whar you gwine?"
"Ahm goin" tuh git me uh sweat-rag tuh wipe mah face wid. Ahm tired uh sweat runnin" intuh mah eyes."
"You jes" tries tuh keep from workin", John. Out nearly all night proagin" over de Creek and now yuh don"t wanta do nothin"."
"Ah done plowed uh acre and uh half tuh yo" one, and nowhere you put yo" foot down but whut "tain"t uh rock dere. n.o.body can"t make nothin" on dis place-look lak G.o.d jus" stood up and throwed uh handful uh rocks. If dis ain"t work, "tain" uh hound dawg in Georgy."
"Jes" you stay from over dat Creek, runnin" after all dem gals and git yo" night rest, dem rocks wouldn"t be so worrysome."
"Ah do mo" of it than you right now. Dis ain"t no slavery time," John flung back over his shoulder as he started towards the house.
"Yuh done got powerful biggity since yuh been on dat Pearson place," Ned muttered to himself, "Can"t say uh word, "thout he got tuh gimme two fuh one."
Amy stood trembling between her son and her husband. The other children were growing up and imitating everything that John did, as closely as possible. Zack and Zeke were already trying on John"s hats and ties. Their whole talk was "over de Creek," and "man when us git on dat ole train." Amy had managed to keep things on an even keel by soothing John"s feelings and reminding Ned that if John went over to Notasulga to choir practice and meeting, that he was now seventeen and ought to have a little freedom. So it had gone, and now the cotton was knee-high. The crops more than half made. She breathed a little easier. She was at the house putting on a pot of collard greens when John came in for the sweat-rag.
"Mama, better tell Ned tuh leave me be. Tell "im tuh stop his bulldozia. Ah done heered "im lyin" tuh Mist" Shelby makin" out Ah don"t do nothin"-hard ez Ah works."
"He be"s drunk when he keer on lak dat and his likker tell "im tuh talk. Don"t pay "im no mind."
"But, mama, ev"ry time Ah go cross de Creek he look lak he go crazy and git tuh blasphemin" "bout no "count gals. Ah don"t keer if he do be peepin" through his likkers he got tuh quit dat. Sho ez gun"s iron, he got tuh quit dat. He don"t know nothin" "bout-"bout no gal Ah keeps comp"ny wid."
"Heah de rag yuh wanted, John. Go "long back tuh work and Ah"ll give Ned uh straightenin". Dat is if he kin stand uh straightenin"."
Ned was sullen when John returned but he said nothing. He took part of his humor out on the mule and held the other inside him. He said to himself as he stumbled along behind his plow, "d.a.m.n biggity rascal! Wisht Ah had "im tied down so he couldn"t move! I"d put uh hund"ed lashes on his bare back. He know he got de advantage uh me. He don"t even know his pappy and he ought tuh be proud Ah took and married his ma and made somethin" out of "im. He ought to be humble, but he ain"t, and plenty folks right now on account uh his yaller skin will put "im above me. Wisht Ah knowed somethin" that would crumple his feathers! But he sho" is makin" dis crop, though. Ah oughter clear more"n uh hund"ed dollars. Effen Ah do, Ahm gwine buy me uh hawse and buggy, and ain"t gwine "low n.o.body tuh hitch it up but me."
That evening the things unsaid laid a steamy blanket over talk. John made the long journey over the creek and Ned fumed.
"Whyn"t you tell John whut yuh got tuh say, Ned?" Amy slapped back, "You been tellin" "im."
""Cause Ah don"t want tuh hafta kill "im, dat"s how come. He must smell hisself-done got so mannish. Some fast "omanish gal is grinnin" in his face and he tries tuh git sides hisself."
Amy smoked her pipe and went on to bed. The children too. Zeke and Zack were in the woods trying out a new c.o.o.n dog and came in after moon-up. John came home later.
When Amy brought dinner to the field next day John took his bucket and went off alone to eat. With a huge hickory tree between him and the others, he pulled out the three cornered note and read again and again.
Sweet Notasulga, Chocklit Alabama Date of kisses, month of love Dere John, you is my honey. I won"t never love n.o.body else but you. I love choir practise now. Sugar is sweet, and lard is greasy, you love me, don"t be uneasy.
Your darling,
LUCY ANN POTTS.
Ned called several times before John heard him.
"John Buddy! You John! Come heah and take holt uh dese plow lines."
"Yes suh," John said at last.
"Don"t set dere and answer me. When Ah speak, you move!"
"Ah, Ahm comin", but Ah ain"t goin" tuh run fuh n.o.body."
"Looka heah, John, Ahm sick uh yo" sa.s.s. Ah got it in me tuh tell yuh and if Ah don"t tell yuh, Ah"ll purge when Ah die. Youse uh good fuh nothin" trashy yaller rascal-ain"t fit tuh tote guts tuh uh bear." A sudden frenzy took Ned, "Anyhow, Ah done made up mah mind tuh beat you nelly tuh death. You jes" spilin" fuh uh good killin"! Drop dem britches below yo" hocks, and git down on yo" knees. Ah means tuh straighten you out dis day."
As he said this, Ned s.n.a.t.c.hed off the trace-chain from the plow and turned upon John who was still twenty feet or more from his step-father. When Ned whirled about with the doubled trace-chain in his right fist he found not a cowering bulk of a boy but a defiant man, feet spread wide, a large rock drawn back to hurl.
"Don"t you vary! Dog d.a.m.n yuh!" John challenged. "Come uhnother step and Ah"ll bust yuh wide open, wid dis rock. You kin cuff and kick Zeke and them around but Ah done promised Gawd and uh couple uh other men tuh stomp yo" guts out nex" time you raise yo" hand tuh me."
For a throbbing s.p.a.ce the two stood face to face. Ned turned and hobbled off.
"Stand dere! Jes" you stand dere till Ah go git mah double-barrel britch-loader and Ahm gointer blow yo" brains out!"
Ned limped off towards the house. John held his pose until the older man dipped below the first rise. Then he let fall his arm, and walked back towards the hickory tree.
"Ahm gointer git behind dis tree and if dat ugly-rump n.i.g.g.e.r come back here wid dat gun, Ahm gointer bust "im wide open wid uh rock "fore he know whut hit "im. Humph! Ah don"t b"lieve he gone at no britch-loader nohow. He gone "cause he got skeered Ah wuz goin" take dat trace-chain "way from "im and lay it "cross his own back."
John waited a long time. Ned could have gone twice the distance and returned with a gun. If he could have looked over the hill he would have seen Ned "proaging" off to the Turk place to get a gallon of red-eye-for-courage. Finally John came out from behind the hickory tree and loosed the mules from the plows and looped up the plow lines on the hames.
"Shucks! Ahm goin" "way from heah." It came to John like a revelation. Distance was escape. He stopped before the burnt-off trunk of a tree that stood eight or ten feet high and threw the character of Ned Crittenden upon it.
"And you, you ole battle-hammed, slew-foot, box-ankled nubbin, you! You ain"t nothin" and ain"t got nothin" but whut G.o.d give uh billy-goat, and then round tryin" tuh h.e.l.l-hack folks! Tryin" tuh kill somebody wid talk, but if you wants tuh fight,-dat"s de very corn Ah wants tuh grind. You come grab me now and Ah bet yuh Ah"ll stop you from suckin" eggs. Hit me now! G"wan hit me! Bet Ah"ll break uh egg in yuh! Youse all parts of uh pig! You done got me jus" ez hot ez July jam, and Ah ain"t got no mo" use fuh yuh than Ah is for mah baby shirt. Youse mah race but you sho ain"t mah taste. Jus" you break uh breath wid me, and Ahm goin" tuh be jus" too chastisin".
"Ahm jus" lak uh old shoe-soft when yuh rain on me and cool me off, and hard when yuh shine on me and git me hot. Tuh keep from killin" uh sorry somethin" like yuh, Ahm goin" way from heah. Ahm goin" tuh Zar, and dat"s on de other side of far, and when you see me agin Ahm gointer be somebody. Mah li"l" finger will be bigger than yo" waist. Don"t you part yo" lips tuh me no mo" jes" ez long ez heben is happy-do Ah"ll put somethin" on yuh dat lye soap won"t take off. You ain"t nothin" but uh big ole pan of fell bread. Now dat"s de word wid de bark on it."
John stepped back a few paces, balanced his rock, hurled it against the stump with all his might and started across the field to the creek.
The involuntary beauty of sunset found him once again upon the plantation of his birth exulting among the herd, and finding Pheemy"s cabin good to be in.
CHAPTER 5.
h.e.l.lo, John."
"h.e.l.lo, Bully."
"Whut you doin" back over here?"
"Come tuh git me uh job uh work again. Whuss de news?"
"Oh de white folks is still in de lead. Seen Mist" Alf yit?"
"Naw, goin" up tuh de big house now."
"Soon"s yuh git back tuh de quarters Ah got uh bug tuh put in yo" ear."
"Awright, be back tuhreckly."
There were more used suits in Alf Pearson"s clothes closet and John received them.
"My son, Mister Alfred"s, clothes don"t fit you now as well as they did last year, John. Too tight. Reckon I"ll have to give you mine from now on. By the way, John, I"ve lost two hogs since you"ve been gone. Get back on your same job. Can you read and write fairly well now, John?"
"Yes suh."
"That"s fine. I want you to take this note book and keep up with the groceries and fertilizer and feed that the folks in the quarters draw. It"s hard for me to do it with running the bank and watching slick politicians. I had thought my son would have been home by now to help me, but it seems to take quite a long time to finish studying in Paris."
"Yes suh."
"You just take everybody"s name on a separate page and put down everything they get the moment you hand it to "em."
"Yes suh."
"And John, if you"ve been fooling around Duke"s wife, leave her alone. He"s been up here to me about it. Don"t start no fight about it. There"s plenty single girls around here."
"Ah ain"t studyin" "bout his Exie, Mist" Alf. He better talk tuh her. She de one come pullin" on me."
Alf Pearson laughed heartily and gave John a playful shove.
"Get along you rascal you! You"re a walking o.r.g.a.s.m. A living exultation."
"Whut"s dat, Mist" Alf?"