"Don"t you answer me no "whut"! Ah"ll come in dere and stomp yo" guts out. Whut you got all dis fiah goin" fuh?"
"Mama, you know Ah got tuh bath mah self "fo" Ah put on dese clothes."
"Ah keers nothin" "bout no bathin". "Nother thing, you done kilt up fo" uh mah fryin"-size chickens, madam, and got "em all cooked."
"No"m, Ah ain"t kilt none uh yo" chickens. Dem wuz mah own Ah kilt fuh mah weddin"."
"How come dey yourn? You stinkin" li"l" heifer you!"
""Cause dem is some uh Lay-over"s biddies dat Ah raised. Papa gimme dat hen las" year, and tole me tuh start raisin" mahself some chickens, so"s Ah have uh good start when Ah git married, and you know Ah got twenty odd from her now."
"Youse uh lie, madam. Eve"y chicken on dis place is mines. Ah woulda give yuh uh few fuh seed if you wuz marryin" anybody. Here Artie Mimms is wid sixty acres under plow and two mules and done ast me fuh yuh ever since yuh wuz ten years old and Ah done tole "im he could have yuh and here you is jumpin" up, goin" over mah head, and marryin" uh n.i.g.g.e.r dat ain"t hardly got changin" clothes."
"He is got changin" clothes."
"Hush up! Maybe he got clothes, but he ain"t got uh chamber pot tuh his name nor uh bed tuh push it under. Still he kin take you outa uh good home and drag yuh off tuh Pearson"s quarters."
"Mama, yuh been h.e.l.l-hackin" me eve" since us tole yuh us wuz gointer git married. Whut Ah keer "bout ole Artie Mimms?"
"He ain"t ole!"
"He is so ole, too. Ah looked at "im good last big meetin". His knees is sprung and his head is blossomin" fuh de grave. Ah don"t want no ole springy-leg husband."
"You better want one dat kin feed yuh! Artie got dat farm and dem mules is paid fuh. He showed me and yo" paw de papers las" week."
"Whut Ah keer how many mules he got paid fuh? Ah ain"t speckin" tuh live wid no mules. You tryin" tuh kill me wid talk. Don"t keer whut yuh say, Ahm gointer marry John dis night, G.o.d bein" mah helper."
Lucy had been fixing her bath all during the talk. She now closed the room door, flung off her clothes with a savage gesture and stepped into the tub.
Instantly Emmeline"s angry hand pushed against the latched door. "Whose face you slammin" uh door in, madam? Ah means tuh bring you down offa yo" high horse! Whar dem peach hick"ries? Somebody done done "way wid mah switches. Aaron! You go cut me five uh six good peach switches and don"t bring me nothin" dat ain"t long ez mah arm. Dis gal done provoked me. Ah been tryin" tuh keep offa her back "til dat trashy yaller b.a.s.t.a.r.d git her outa dis house, but she won"t lemme do it. Go git dem hick"ries so Ah kin roast "em in dis fiah. Ah birthed her, she didn"t birth me, and Ah"ll show her she can"t run de hawg over me."
"Yessum, mama, Ahm gwine."
"Make haste, Aaron. Go in uh speedy hurry!"
Lucy spoke from the wash-tub, "Mama, "tain"t no use in you sendin" Aaron out tuh be cuttin" and ruinin" papa"s peach trees, "cause Ahm tellin" anybody, ole uh young, grizzly or gray, Ah ain"t takin" no whippin" tuhnight. All mah switches done growed tuh trees."
"Whuss dat you say in dere, madam?"
Richard drove "round to the front and hitched the horse and buggy at that moment.
"Whut"s all dis racket gwine on in heah?" he demanded.
"Dat youngest gal uh your"n done sa.s.sed me out, and dared me tuh hit uh. Ah birthed uh but now she"s older"n me. She kin marry dat yaller wretch, but Ah means fuh her tuh tote uh sore back when he gits uh."
"Aw dry up, Emmeline, dry up! She done done her pickin", now leave her be. If she make her bed hard, she de one got tuh lay on it. "Tain"t you. Git yo" clothes on fuh de weddin". Us Potts can"t leave our baby gal go off tuh git married by herself."
"Me! Ah ain"t gointer put mah foot in de place. Ahm gointer let folks see whar Ah stand. Ah sho ain"t gwine squench mah feelin"s fuh Lucy and dat John and you and n.o.body else-do Ah"ll purge when Ah die."
Richard tucked Lucy into the buckboard and drove the silent little bundle to the church huddled against him. His arm about her gave his blessing but he knew that she would have gone anyway. He but made the way easier for her little feet.
To Lucy, Macedony, so used to sound and fervor, seemed cold and vacant. Her family, her world that had been like a sh.e.l.l about her all her life was torn away and she felt cold and naked. The aisle seemed long, long! But it was like climbing up the stairs to glory. Her trembling fear she left on the climb. When she rode off beside John at last she said, "John Buddy, look lak de moon is givin" sunshine."
He toted her inside the house and held her in his arms infant-wise for a long time. "Lucy, don"t you worry "bout yo" folks, hear? Ahm gointer be uh father and uh mother tuh you. You jes" look tuh me, girl chile. Jes" you put yo" "pendence in me. Ah means tuh prop you up on eve"y leanin" side."
CHAPTER 10.
A month after he was married John had moved up into the house-servants" quarters just back of the big house. John had achieved a raise in his wages. Alf Pearson had given them among other things a walnut bed with twisted posts, as a wedding present, and Lucy loved it above all else. She made it a spread and bolster of homemade lace.
After a few months Mehaley began to waylay John at the pig pens and in devious ways to offer herself. John gradually relaxed and began to laugh with her. She grew bolder. The morning after Lucy"s first son was born, when he found her at the chicken house before him, he said, "Mehaley, Ah ain"t gonna say Ah ain"t laked you "cause youse soft and nice, but Ah got Lucy, and Ah don"t keer how she feel uh nothin", Ah"ll want her right on. Ah tastes her wid mah soul, but if Ah didn"t take holt uh you Ah"d might soon fuhgit all "bout yuh. Pomp love you-you go marry Pomp. He"ll do fuh yuh lak uh man. You better take and marry "im."
"Ah don"t want no Pomp! John Buddy, you know"d me "fo" yuh knowed Lucy. If y"all wuz ever tuh quit would yuh marry me, John Buddy?"
"Us ain"t never gonna do no quittin" "til one uh us is six feet in de ground, and if you git de notion tuh run tell her a whole mess tuh back her feelin"s and tear up peace, you better take wings and fly "fo" Ah find it out. You hear me? Nothin" ain"t gointer part us."
So when Pomp Lamar, the new hoe hand, fell beneath Mehaley"s mango call-exotic, but fibrous and well-bodied-she answered "Yes" quickly with a persuasive kiss.
"But Ahm got tuh be married real, Pomp."
"And dat"s whut Ah means tuh do, M"haley, come nex" pay-day."
"And less we g"wan off dis farm, Pomp. You know is too much back-bendin" and mule-smellin" on cotton plantations. Less go on some public works, lak uh sawmill uh sumpin". Ah kin git "long wid anybody any whar so long ez you half-way treat me right."
"M"haley, you might not know it, but youse gittin" uh do-right man. Whenever you needs somebody tuh do uh man"s part Ah"ll be "round dere walkin" heavy over de floor."
Next pay-day the quarters was gathered at Mehaley"s mother"s cabin. Quant.i.ties of sweet biscuits had been cooked up along with the chickens. The wedding was set for eight o"clock and the crowd was there-all except Pomp. People began to ask questions that had no answers. Mehaley didn"t get dressed. She was asked why she was still in her working clothes.
"Humph! Y"all think Ahm gwine put mah trunk on mah back and de tray on mah head, and dat man don"t never come? Naw indeed! Ah ain"t gwine tuh dress tuh marry no man "til unless he be"s in de house."
"You reckon he done run off?" Nunkie asked.
"Aw naw," Duke dissented. "He tole me he wuz crazy tuh marry Haley. He jus" keepin" colored folks time. When white folks say eight o"clock dey mean eight o"clock. When uh colored person say eight o"clock, dat jes" mean uh hour ago. He"ll be heah in plenty time."
It was after nine when the bridegroom arrived. "Where you been at all dis time?" Mehaley"s mother wanted to know.
"Ah couldn"t stand on de flo" wid M"haley in dem ole sweaty britches. Ah been off tuh borry me some clothes tuh git married in."
Mehaley began to dress with the interference of ten or more ladies. Finally she was ready, but a quarrel arose as to who was to perform the ceremony. Mehaley"s father wanted to do it, but her mother had invited the pastor.
"Ah don"t keer if you is her pappy," the mother stated, "you ain"t nothin" but uh stump-knocker and Ah wants dis done real. Youse standin" in uh sho "nuff preacher"s light. G"wan set down and leave Elder Wheeler hitch "em right. You can"t read, no-how."
"Yes, Ah kin too."
"Naw, you can"t neither. G"wan sit down. If us wuz down in de swamp whar us couldn"t git tuh no preacher, you"d do, but here de pastor is. You ain"t nothin" but uh jack-leg. Go set in de chimbley corner and be quiet."
"You always tryin" tuh make light uh mah preachin"," the husband defended, "but Gawd don"t. Dis de fust one uh mah chillun tuh jump over de broomstick and Ah means tuh tie de knot mah own self."
Around eleven o"clock, the pastor, worn out by the stubbornness of the father, retired from the field, and the couple stood upon the floor.
"Whar yo" shoes, Pomp?" Mehaley asked. "You ain"t gwine marry me barefooted, is yuh?"
"Dey over dere under de bed. Yo" paw and the preacher argued so long and dem new shoes hurted mah foots so bad, Ah took "em off. Now Ah can"t git "em back on. Dat don"t make uh bit uh diff"rence. You goin" tuh see mah bare foots uh whole heap after dis."
So Mehaley Grant stood up to marry Pomp Lamar and her father Woody Grant, who had committed the marriage ceremony to memory anyway, grabbed an almanac off the wall and held it open pompously before him as he recited the questions to give the lie to the several contentions that he could not read.
"Ah now puhnounce you man and wife."
"Bus" her, Pomp, bus" her rat in de mouf. She"s yourn now, g"wan Pomp. Les see yuh kiss her!"
After many boisterous kisses, the women took Mehaley by the arm and led her off.
"Us goin" and bath M"haley fuh huh weddin"-night. Some uh y"all men folks grab Pomp, and give him uh washin" off."
Mehaley got out of bed that night after the guests had all gone home.
"Whar yuh gwine, Haley?"
"Huntin" fuh mah box uh snuff."
"Yo" box uh snuff? Gal, don"t you know you jes" got done married tuh uh husband? Put out dat light and come git back under dese kivvers."
"Naw, Pomp, not "til Ah gits uh dip uh snuff. Ah wants it real bad."
She hunted about until she found it. "Lawd," she cried, "you see some dem women done messed "round and spilt soap suds in mah snuff!"
She sat down before the fireplace and wept, hard racking sobs. Pomp"s a.s.surance that she would have a dozen boxes from the Commissary first thing in the morning did not comfort her, and it was only when her stormy tears had exhausted her that she let her new husband lead her back to bed. In his arms, she said, "Pomp, don"t fuhgit you said you wuz gwine take me "way fuhm heah."
"Cose Ah is, Haley. Nex" pay-day, sho." He kept his word.
At sundown on the evening of their leaving, Lucy was on her knees at the praying ground, telling G.o.d all her feelings.
"And oh, Ah know youse uh prayer-hearin" G.o.d. Ah know you kin hit uh straight lick wid uh crooked stick. You heard me when Ah laid at h.e.l.l"s dark door and cried three long days and nights. You moved de stumblin" stone out my way, and now, Lawd, you know Ahm uh po" child, and uh long ways from home. You promised tuh be uh rock in uh weary land-uh shelter in de time uh storm. Amen."
Lucy and John raced around their house in the later afternoons playing "Hail Over" and "Hide the Switch," and Lucy grew taller. The time came when she could no longer stand under John"s outstretched arm. By the time her third son was born she weighed ninety-five pounds.
John had added weight to his inches and weighed two hundred and fifteen pounds, stripped. There was no doubt about it now. John was foreman at Pearson"s. His reading and writing had improved to the degree where Alf could trust him with all the handling of supplies.
"John," Alf said to him one day, "you d.a.m.n rascal! that girl you married is as smart as a whip and as pretty as a speckled pup. She"s making a man of you. Don"t let her git away."
"Oh good Lawd, naw! Mist" Alf, she even nice. Don"t talk "bout her never partin" from me. Dat sho would put de affliction on me."
"Well, John, you"d better keep Big "Oman out of that Commissary after dark. Aha! You didn"t think I knew, did you? Well, I know a lot of things that would surprise folks. You better clean yourself up."
The hand of John"s heart reached out and clutched on fear. Alf Pearson shoved him on out of his office and returned to work, chuckling. Two days later Big "Oman was gone. It got said that she was shacked up with somebody in a tie-camp on the Alabama River.
A month later John said, "Lucy, somebody done wrote Mist" Alf "bout uh drove uh cows dey wants tuh sell "im. He say fuh me tuh go look over "em and see whut dey worth. Be back Sad"day."
"Iss been rainin" uh lot fuh you tuh be goin" uh long way, John."
"Goin" on horse-back, Lucy. De water ain"t goin" bother me."
Lucy said no more. John didn"t notice her silence in the haste of his departure, but a few miles on down the road he said, "Humph! Lucy ain"t frailed me none wid uh tongue. Wonder how come dat?"
On Thursday John was cheerfully riding away from Lucy, but at daybreak on Sat.u.r.day he was dressed and ready to ride back.
"John, you ain"t gwine leave me, is yuh?" Big "Oman sobbed, "thought you come to stay. De big boss say you kin git uh job right heah."
"Ah got uh job, Big "Oman. Done been off too long now."
The weeping girl clung to his stirrup. "When you comin" back tuh me, John?"
"In times and seasons, Big "Oman. Lemme go now. All at rain yistiddy and las" night makes bad travelin". Bad "nough when Ah wuz comin". De later it gits, de higher de river."
He dashed off quickly and rode hard, counting the miles as he went.
"Eighteen miles from home. "Leben mo" miles. Heah "tis de river-eight mo" miles."
The river was full of water and red as judgment with chewed-up clay land. The horse snorted and went mincing down to the bridge. Red water toting logs and talking about trouble, wresting with timber, pig-pens, and chicken coops as the wind hauls feathers, gouging out banks with timber and beating up bridges with logs.
"Git up, Roxy! Us got tuh cross dis river, don"t keer if she run high ez uh bell-tower, us got tuh cross. Come on up dere. Let de d.a.m.n bridge shake, bofe us kin swim."
Midway over, a huge log struck the far end of the bridge and tore it loose from the sh.o.r.e and it headed down stream. The whole structure loosened, rolled over and shot away.
John freed himself and struck out for sh.o.r.e. Fifty feet or more down stream Roxy landed, snorting her loss of faith in the judgment of man. John felt himself being carried with the stream in spite of his powerful stroke, but inch by inch he was surely gaining land. The neighing of Roxy had attracted the attention of a white squatter on the farther sh.o.r.e and John saw people looking on his fight with the Alabama.
There was a cry from the sh.o.r.e, a thud at the back of his head and he sank.
John strode across infinity where G.o.d sat upon his throne and looked off towards immensity and burning worlds dropped from his teeth. The sky beneath John"s tread crackled and flashed eternal lightning and thunder rolled without ceasing in his wake.
Way off he heard crying, weeping, weeping and wailing-wailing like the last cry of Hope when she fled the earth. Where was the voice? He strained his eye to see. None walked across the rim bones of nothingness with him, but the wailing wailed on. Slowly John saw Lucy"s face. Lucy wept at a far, far distance, but the breath of her weeping sent a cold wind across the world. Then her voice came close and her face hung miserably above his, weeping. She brought the world with her face and John could see without moving his head the familiar walls of their house.
Gradually things came closer. The gourd dipper, the water-bucket, the skillets and spiders, and his wife so close above him, forearm across her face, retching in tears.
"Whuss de matter, Lucy? You thought Ah wuzn"t never comin" back? Don"t you know nothin" couldn"t keep me "way from you?"
"John! Ah thought you wuz dead."
"Naw, Ah ain"t dead. Whatever give you de idea Ah wuz dead, Lucy?"
"Dey brought yuh home fuh dead dis mawnin" and iss nelly sundown now and you ain"t moved, and you ain"t spoke "til jus" now."