Part of this the mother saw with her dull eyes as she came down, after seeing the departure of Sim up the road with the cows. It was a beautiful Sunday morning, and the woman might have sung like a bird if men had been as kind to her as Nature. But she looked dully out upon the seas of ripe gra.s.ses, tangled and flashing with dew, out of which the bobolinks and larks sprang. The glorious winds brought her no melody, no perfume, no respite from toil and care.
She thought of the children she saw in the town,--children of the merchant and banker, clean as little dolls, the boys in knickerbocker suits, the girls in dainty white dresses,--and a vengeful bitterness sprang up in her heart. She soon put the dishes away, but felt too tired and listless to do more.
"Taw-bay-wies! Pet want ta-aw-bay-wies!" cried the little one, tugging at her dress.
Listlessly, mechanically she took him in her arms, and went out into the garden, which was fragrant and sweet with dew and sun. After picking some berries for him, she sat down on the gra.s.s under the row of cottonwoods, and sank into a kind of lethargy. A kingbird chattered and shrieked overhead, the gra.s.shoppers buzzed in the gra.s.ses, strange insects with ventriloquistic voices sang all about her--she could not tell where.
"Ma, can"t I put on my clean dress?" insisted Sadie.
"I don"t care," said the brooding woman, darkly. "Leave me alone."
Oh, if she could only lie here forever, escaping all pain and weariness!
The wind sang in her ears; the great clouds, beautiful as heavenly ships, floated far above in the vast, dazzling deeps of blue sky; the birds rustled and chirped around her; leaping insects buzzed and clattered in the gra.s.s and in the vines and bushes. The goodness and glory of G.o.d was in the very air, the bitterness and oppression of man in every line of her face.
But her quiet was broken by Sadie, who came leaping like a fawn down through the gra.s.s.
"O ma, Aunt Maria and Uncle William are coming. They"ve jest turned in."
"I don"t care if they be!" she answered in the same dully-irritated way.
"What"re they comin" here to-day for, I wan" to know." She stayed there immovably, till Mrs. Councill came down to see her, piloted by two or three of the children. Mrs. Councill, a jolly, large-framed woman, smiled brightly, and greeted her in a loud, jovial voice. She made the mistake of taking the whole matter lightly; her tone amounted to ridicule.
"Sim says you"ve been having a tantrum, Creeshy. Don"t know what for, he says."
"He don"t," said the wife, with a sullen flash in her eyes." _He_ don"t know why! Well, then, you just tell him what I say. I"ve lived in h.e.l.l long enough. I"m done. I"ve slaved here day in and day out f"r twelve years without pay--not even a decent word. I"ve worked like no n.i.g.g.e.r ever worked "r could work and live. I"ve given him all I had, "r ever expect to have. I"m wore out. My strength is gone, my patience is gone.
I"m done with it--that"s a _part_ of what"s the matter."
"My sakes, Lucreeshy! You mustn"t talk that way."
"But I _will_," said the woman, as she supported herself on one palm and raised the other. "I"ve _got_ to talk that way." She was ripe for an explosion like this. She seized upon it with eagerness. "They ain"t no use o" livin" this way, anyway. I"d take poison if it wa"n"t f"r the young ones."
"Lucreeshy Burns!"
"Oh, I mean it."
"Land sakes alive, I b"lieve you"re goin" crazy!"
"I shouldn"t wonder if I was. I"ve had enough t" drive an Indian crazy.
Now you jest go off an" leave me "lone. I ain"t no mind to visit--they ain"t no way out of it, an" I"m tired o" tryin" to _find_ a way. Go off an" let me be."
Her tone was so bitterly hopeless that the great, jolly face of Mrs.
Councill stiffened into a look of horror such as she had not known for years. The children, in two separate groups, could be heard rioting.
Bees were humming around the clover in the gra.s.s, and the kingbird chattered ceaselessly from the Lombardy poplar tip. Both women felt all this peace and beauty of the morning dimly, and it disturbed Mrs.
Councill because the other was so impa.s.sive under it all. At last, after a long and thoughtful pause, Mrs. Councill asked a question whose answer she knew would decide it all--asked it very kindly and softly:
"Creeshy, are you comin" in?"
"No," was the short and sullenly decisive answer. Mrs. Councill knew that was the end, and so rose, with a sigh, and went away.
"Wal, good-by," she said, simply.
Looking back, she saw Lucretia lying at length, with closed eyes and hollow cheeks. She seemed to be sleeping, half-buried in the gra.s.s. She did not look up nor reply to her sister-in-law, whose life was one of toil and trouble, also, but not so hard and helpless as Lucretia"s. By contrast with most of her neighbors, she seemed comfortable.
"Sim Burns, what you ben doin" to that woman?" she burst out, as she waddled up to where the two men were sitting under a cottonwood tree, talking and whittling after the manner of farmers.
"Nawthin" "s fur "s I know," answered Burns, not quite honestly, and looking uneasy.
"You needn"t try t" git out of it like that, Sim Burns," replied his sister. "That woman never got into that fit f"r _nawthin_"."
"Wall, if you know more about it than I do, whadgy ask _me_ fur?" he replied, angrily.
"Tut, tut!" put in Councill, "hold y"r horses! Don"t git on y"r ear, children! Keep cool, and don"t spile y"r shirts. Most likely you"re all t" blame. Keep cool an" swear less."
"Wai, I"ll bet Sim"s more to blame than she is. Why, they ain"t a harder-workin" woman in the hull State of Ioway than she is"----
"Except Marm Councill."
"Except n.o.body. Look at her, jest skin and bones."
Councill chuckled in his vast way. "That"s so, mother; measured in that way, she leads over you. You git fat on it."
She smiled a little, her indignation oozing away. She never "_could_ stay mad," her children were accustomed to tell her. Burns refused to talk any more about the matter, and the visitors gave it up, and got out their team and started for home, Mrs. Councill firing this parting shot:
"The best thing you can do to-day is t" let her alone. Mebbe the children "ll bring her round ag"in. If she does come round, you see "t you treat her a little more "s y" did when you was a-courtin" her."
"This way," roared Councill, putting his arm around his wife"s waist.
She boxed his ears, while he guffawed and clucked at his team.
Burns took a measure of salt and went out into the pasture to salt the cows. On the sunlit slope of the field, where the cattle came running and bawling to meet him, he threw down the salt in handfuls, and then lay down to watch them as they eagerly licked it up, even gnawing a bare spot in the sod in their eagerness to get it all.
Burns was not a drinking man; he was hard-working, frugal; in fact, he had no extravagances except his tobacco. His clothes he wore until they all but dropped from him; and he worked in rain and mud, as well as dust and sun. It was this suffering and toiling all to no purpose that made him sour and irritable. He didn"t see why he should have so little after so much hard work.
He was puzzled to account for it all. His mind--the average mind--was weary with trying to solve an insoluble problem. His neighbors, who had got along a little better than himself, were free with advice and suggestion as to the cause of his persistent poverty.
Old man Bacon, the hardest-working man in the county, laid it to Burns"s lack of management. Jim Butler, who owned a dozen farms (which he had taken on mortgages), and who had got rich by buying land at government price and holding for a rise, laid all such cases as Burns"s to "lack of enterprise, foresight."
But the larger number, feeling themselves in the same boat with Burns, said:
"I d" know. Seems as if things get worse an" worse. Corn an" wheat gittin" cheaper "n" cheaper. Machinery eatin" up profits--got to _have_ machinery to harvest the cheap grain, an" then the machinery eats up profits. Taxes goin" up. Devil to pay all round; I d" know what in thunder _is_ the matter."
The Democrats said protection was killing the farmers; the Republicans said no. The Grangers growled about the middlemen; the Greenbackers said there wasn"t circulating medium enough, and, in the midst of it all, hard-working, discouraged farmers, like Simeon Burns, worked on, unable to find out what really was the matter.
And there, on this beautiful Sabbath morning, Sim sat and thought and thought, till he rose with an oath and gave it up.
IV.