"You reckon Ah"d fine uh welcome, Hall?"
"Lawd yes, Rev. Pearson. You left a welcome at Zion Hope when you left here, and you kerried a welcome wid yuh where you went and you brought a welcome back wid you. Come preach for us one mo" time. G.o.d a"mighty man, Zion Hope couldn"t hold all de folks dat would be dere. We"d lift a collection lak on big rally day."
But John was fingering the four dollars in his mind. He would buy a chicken for supper. Hambo would like that. He would still have enough left over to service the car and take him home.
"Nope, Brother Hall. Thankee for de invitation, but Ah feels to get on back home tuh mah wife. Can"t be off too long."
He went on thinking how to show Sally how he could guard their money. Sure three dollars and a quarter would take him home. Maybe less. He wrote Sally about it, wrote her some kind of a letter every day.
While he and Hambo ate supper he heard voices on the porch-gay giggling. He motioned to see who it was.
"Aw, don"t go," Hambo continued, ""Tain"t n.o.body but dem three li"l" chippies from up de street. Dey gone crazy "bout dat car. Dat kinda plump one is Ora Patton-jes" ez fresh ez dishwater. Always grinnin" up in some man"s face. She"s after yo" money right now. I seen her pa.s.s here eve"y few minutes-switchin" it and lookin" back at it. Set down and finish yo" supper man. Ah wouldn"t pay her no rabbit-foot. She ain"t wuth it."
"Oh, Ah ain"t studyin" "bout dem gals. Jus" don"t want n.o.body tuh mess wid dat car. Dat radiator cap cost twenty-six dollars. Soon ez Ah git th"ew supper Ahm goin" tuh put de car up."
"You better, dey steal gas "round here too, but dat Ora is hot after yuh. Her egg-bag ain"t gonna rest easy "til she git nex" tuh yuh. Money crazy. Don"t give "er uh d.a.m.n cent. Be lak me. Ah wouldn"t give uh b.i.t.c.h uh bone if she treed uh terrapin."
"She won"t git nothin" outa me. Ahm lak de cemetery. Ahm takin" in, but never no put out. "Ceptin" tuh Sally. She come tuh me in h.e.l.l and Ah love her for it."
When John stepped to the door of his car he found Ora on the running-board.
"h.e.l.lo, daddy."
"Oh, er, h.e.l.lo, daughter."
"Don"t call me no daughter. Take me fuh uh short ride."
"Ahm jus" goin" tuh de garage. Two-three blocks, you kin ride dat fur if you wanta."
"Okay, stingy papa. You eben wear uh stingy-rim hat." As the car moved off silently, "Lawd! Ah wonder how it feels tuh be drivin" uh great big ole "Kitty.""
"Kin you drive?"
"Yeah. Lemme take de wheel jes" uh minute. Every body in town is talkin" "bout dis blue and silver "Kitty." You mus" got money"s mammy, and grandpa change."
"Nope, broke ez uh he-ha"nt in torment. All dis b"longs tuh mah wife. Here"s de garage. Youse goin" on past it."
"Aw, gimme uh li"l" bit uh ride, daddy. Don"t be so mean and hateful."
"Nope, Ahm goin" home tuhmorrer and Ah got tuh be in bed so Ah wont go tuh sleep drivin". Move over."
He reached for the wheel and Ora shot down on the gas. They had nosed out on the road to Osteen before John dared to struggle for possession of the wheel. He hated to think of even a scratch on his paint. Then Ora pulled to the side of the road and parked and threw her arms about his neck and began to cry.
"Ora so bad and now, big, good-looking daddy is mad wid her! Po" Ora can"t he"p who she like. Please don"t be mad, you pretty, curly headed man."
John unwrapped her arms from "round his neck gently.
"Well, Ah"ll give you uh li"l" short ride, if tha.s.s all yuh want. Can"t burn up too much gas."
Ora kissed him fleshily, "Dat"s right sweet daddy. Let de wheels roll, Ah loves cars. Ride me "til Ah sweat."
In twenty minutes John was back at the garage and Ora got out pouting. "You mus" figger Ah sweats mighty easy, papa. Ah ast yuh fuh uh ride, but you ain"t gimme none hardly."
Friday came and John was glad. He was going home and Ora had failed of her purpose. He was convincing himself that G.o.d and Sally could trust him.
Friday night Ora waited for him outside the garage. Standing in the dark of a clump of hibiscus.
"Thought you wuz goin" home Tuesday?" she accused. "Here "tis Friday night and you ain"t gone yet. Ah know you jes" wants tuh git rid uh me."
"Naw, "tain"t dat. First place Ah got uh wife and second place Ahm goin" home sho "nuff tuhmorrer and therefo" Ah ain"t got no time tuh talk. Needs mah sleep. Ahm gittin" ole."
"Aw, naw, you ain"t. Come on less take uh good bye ride. Less don"t make it stingy lak de las" time. Less ride out tuh Oviedo and back."
She climbed in beside him and put her hands on top of his wheel and eye-balled him sweetly.
"Don"t go in dis ole garage. Drive on."
CHAPTER 26.
Two hours later when John found himself dressing in a dingy back room in Oviedo he was mad-mad at his weakness-mad at Ora, though she did not know it as yet. She was putting on her shoes on the other side of the bed.
"Daddy, you got twenty dollars you kin gimme? Ah needs so many things and you got plenty."
"Naw, Ah tole you befo" Ah didn"t have nothin". Anything you see on me b"longs tuh Sally." He laced his shoes and put on his vest, then he remembered the remainder of the four dollars he had collected. He pulled it out of his pocket and threw it at her, "Here! Take dat. Iss all Ah got, and Ah hope you rot in h.e.l.l! Ah hope you never rise in judgment!" He seized his coat and put it on as he hurried out to the car. Ora grabbed up her dress and dashed after him, but he was under the wheel before she left the room, and the motor was humming when she reached the running-board. John viciously thrust her away from the car door without uttering a word. He shoved her so hard that she stumbled into the irrigation ditch, as the car picked up speed and in a moment was a red eye in the distance.
"Well, de ole gray-head b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Wonder whut got intuh him? Dis li"l" ole three dollars and some odd change is gonna do me uh lot uh good. Ah been strainin" up tuh git tuh Oviedo fuh de last longest and here Ah is, but Ah wisht Ah knowed whut he flew hot over. Sho do. He done lef" me right where Ah wants tuh be, wid pay-day at de packin" house tuhmorrer. Jes" lak de rabbit in de briar patch.
"Bright and soon tuhmorrer Ah means tuh git me uh bottle uh perfume and some new garters-one red one tuh draw love and one yeller one tuh draw money. Hey, hey, Ah can"t lose-not wid de help Ah got."
When Hambo awoke John was gone. Ten dollars was on the dresser beside the clock, and a couple of brand new nightshirts were on a chair.
"Well de hen-fired son-of-a-gun done slipped off and never tole me good bye again! Bet de wop-sided, holler-headed--thought Ah wuz gointer cry, but he"s uh slew-footed liar!" Whereupon Hambo cried over the stove as he fried his sow-bosom and made a flour hoe-cake. Then he found he couldn"t eat. Frog in his throat or something so that even his coffee choked him.
The ground-mist lifted on a Florida sunrise as John fled homeward. The car droned, "ho-o-ome" and tortured the man. False pretender! Outside show to the world! Soon he would be in the shelter of Sally"s presence. Faith and no questions asked. He had prayed for Lucy"s return and G.o.d had answered with Sally. He drove on but half-seeing the railroad from looking inward.
The engine struck the car squarely and hurled it about like a toy. John was thrown out and lay perfectly still. Only his foot twitched a little.
"d.a.m.ned, if I kin see how it happened," the engineer declared. "He musta been sleep or drunk. G.o.d knows I blowed for him when I saw him entering on the track. He wasn"t drunk. Couldn"t smell no likker on him, so he musta been asleep. h.e.l.l, now I"m on the carpet for carelessness, but I got witnesses I blowed."
Sally wept hard. "Naw, Ah don"t want de seben thousand dollars from de railroad. Ahm goin" tuh give it tuh his chillun. Naw, Ah don"t want none of it. Ah loved "im too much tuh rob his chillun. Jes" lemme be buried right side uh him when Ah die. Us two off by ourselves. Da.s.s how come Ah bought uh new burial lot. Ah can"t git over it, people. Jes" ez he wuz gittin ready tuh live, he got tuh git taken uhway, but Ah got one consolation, he sho wuz true tuh me. Jes" tuh think Ah had tuh live fifty years tuh git one sweet one and it throwed de light over all de other ones. Ah"ll never regret uh thing. He wuz true tuh me." She said it over and over. It was a song for her heart and she kept singing it.
She sat shining darkly among the mult.i.tudes from all over the State who had come to do John Pearson homage. She sat among his children and made them love her, and when he was laid to rest she was invited to attend memorial services in twenty or more cities.
Sanford was draped in mourning on the second Sunday when Zion Hope held her memorial for John Pearson. The high-backed, throne-like chair was decorated. Tight little sweaty bouquets from the woods and yards were crowded beside ornate floral pieces. Hattie in deep mourning came back to town for the service.
She would have seated herself on the front seat before the flower-banked chair that represented the body of Rev. Pearson, but someone stopped her. "His wife is in de seat," they whispered and showed her to a place among the crowd.
Hambo rolled his eyes at the black-veiled Hattie and gritted his teeth, and whispered to Watson: "Uhhunh, Ad done heered she wuz comin" back tuh ast us all tuh he"p her git his lodge insurances. Wisht Ah wuz G.o.d. Ah"d take and turn her intuh uh d.a.m.n hawg and den Ah"d concrete de whole world over, so she couldn"t find uh durned place tuh root."
And the preacher preached a barbaric requiem poem. On the pale white horse of Death. On the cold icy hands of Death. On the golden streets of glory. Of Amen Avenue. Of Halleluyah Street. On the delight of G.o.d when such as John appeared among the singers about His throne. On the weeping sun and moon. On Death who gives a cloak to the man who walked naked in the world. And the hearers wailed with a feeling of terrible loss. They beat upon the O-go-doe, the ancient drum. O-go-doe, O-go-doe, O-go-doe! Their hearts turned to fire and their shinbones leaped unknowing to the drum. Not Kata-k.u.mba, the drum of triumph, that speaks of great ancestors and glorious wars. Not the little drum of kid-skin, for that is to dance with joy and to call to mind birth and creation, but O-go-doe, the voice of Death-that promises nothing, that speaks with tears only, and of the past.
So at last the preacher wiped his mouth in the final way and said, "He wuz uh man, and n.o.body knowed "im but G.o.d," and it was ended in rhythm. With the drumming of the feet, and the mournful dance of the heads, in rhythm, it was ended.
GLOSSARY.
Lidard knot, fat pine wood, generally used for kindling.
Chaps, children. Old English use.
Buckra, white people.
Patter roller, "Patrollers," an organization of the late slavery days that continued through the Reconstruction period. Its main objective was the intimidation of Negroes. Similar to the KKK.
Hagar"s chillun, Negroes, as against Sarah"s children, the whites.
Apin" down de road, running away.
Talkin" at de big gate, boasting. Making pretence of bravery behind the back of a powerful person. The allusion comes from the old slavery-time story of the Negro who boasted to another that he had given Ole Ma.s.sa a good cussin" out. The other one believed him and actually cussed Ole Ma.s.sa out the next time that he was provoked, and was consequently given a terrible beating. When he was able to be at work again he asked the first Negro how it was that he was not whipped for cussing Ole Ma.s.sa. The first Negro asked the other if he had cussed Ole Ma.s.sa to his face. "Sho Ah did. Ain"t dat whut you tole me you done?" "Aw naw, fool. Ah ain"t tole yuh nothin" uh de kind. As said Ah give Ole Ma.s.sa uh good cussin" out and Ah did. But when Ah did dat, he wuz settin" up on de verandah and Ah wuz down at de big gate. You sho is uh big fool. It"s uh wonder Ole Ma.s.sa didn"t kill you dead."
Shickalacked, a sound-word to express noise of a locomotive.
Nable string, umbilical cord.
Boogers, head lice.
Make "miration, pay flattering compliments.
Parched peanuts, roasted peanuts.
Cuffy, West African word meaning Negro.
Branch, colloquial for small stream.
Smell hisself, reaching p.u.b.erty (girl or boy becoming conscious of).
Lies, stories, tales.
Tush hawg, wild boar, very vicious, hence a tough character. The tusks of the wild boar curve out and are dangerous weapons.
Seben years ain"t too long fuh uh coudar tuh wear uh ruffled bosom shirt, it"s never too late for me to get even with you.
Coudar, a striped, hard-sh.e.l.l fresh-water turtle.
Bucket flower, potted plant. Old buckets and tubs being used for flower pots. A delicate, well-cared-for person.
Lay-over, hen with a full drooping comb. Domestic animals and fowls often named for some striking characteristic.
Jook, the pleasure houses near industrial work. A combination of bawdy, gaming, and dance hall. Incidentally the cradle of the "blues."
Strowin", spreading abroad.
Sheep shadney, tea made from sheep droppings. It is sweetened and fed to very young babies.
Old Hannah, the sun.
Piney wood rooters, razor-back hogs. Wild hogs. They never get really fat. Inclined to toughness.
Justice been beggin" righteous tuh do, this is your duty so clearly that it is not debatable.
He ain"t goin" tuh let his shirt-tail touch "im, he won"t sit down.
Ah"ll give mah case tuh Miss Bush and let Mother Green stand mah bond, I"ll hide in the woods. I won"t need a lawyer because I"ll be hidden and no one will have to stand my bond for I have put my person in care of the bushes.
Squat dat rabbit, let the matter drop, cease.
De caboose uh dat, the end; i.e., the caboose is the tail end of a freight train.
Loud talk me, making your side appear right by making more noise than the others.
Big Moose done come down from de mountain, "When the half-G.o.ds go, the G.o.ds arrive." He will make all that has gone before seem trivial beside his works.
Porpoise, pauper.
Gopher, land tortoise, native of Florida which is locally known as a gopher.
Better say Joe, that is doubtful.
Big britches goin" tuh fit li"l" Willie, he who was small is now grown. The underdog is now in position to fight for topdog place.
Bitter bone, the all-power black-cat bone. Some hoodoo doctors select it by boiling the cat alive with appropriate ceremonies (see "Hoodoo in America," Journal of American Folk-Lore, Vol. 44, No. 174, p. 387) and pa.s.sing the bones thru the mouth until one arrives at the bitter bone.
Catbone, same as above, though some doctors do not seek a bone by taste (see "Hoodoo in America," Journal of American Folk-Lore, Vol. 44, No. 174, p. 396).