"Look at thet, naow!" exclaimed the observant Aunt Ri; "an" thar"s folk"s thet sez dumb critters ain"t got brains. They ain"t noways dumb to each other, I notice; an" we air dumb aourselves when we air ketched with furriners. I allow I"m next door to dumb myself with this hyar Mexican I"m er travellin" with."
"That"s so!" replied Sam Merrill. "When we fust got here, I thought I"d ha" gone clean out o" my head tryin" to make these Mexicans sense my meanin"; my tongue was plaguy little use to me. But now I can talk their lingo fust-rate; but pa, he can"t talk to "em nohow; he hain"t learned the fust word; "n" he"s ben here goin" on two years longer"n we have."
The miles seemed leagues to Felipe. Aunt Ri"s drawling tones, as she chatted volubly with young Merrill, chafed him. How could she chatter!
But when he thought this, it would chance that in a few moments more he would see her clandestinely wiping away tears, and his heart would warm to her again.
They slept at a miserable cabin in one of the clearings, and at early dawn pushed on, reaching the Cahuilla village before noon. As their carriage came in sight, a great running to and fro of people was to be seen. Such an event as the arrival of a comfortable carriage drawn by four horses had never before taken place in the village. The agitation into which the people had been thrown by the murder of Alessandro had by no means subsided; they were all on the alert, suspicious of each new occurrence. The news had only just reached the village that Farrar had been set at liberty, and would not be punished for his crime, and the flames of indignation and desire for vengeance, which the aged Capitan had so much difficulty in allaying in the outset, were bursting forth again this morning. It was therefore a crowd of hostile and lowering faces which gathered around the carriage as it stopped in front of the Capitan"s house.
Aunt Ri"s face was a ludicrous study of mingled terror, defiance, and contempt. "Uv all ther low-down, no-"count, beggarly trash ever I laid eyes on," she said in a low tone to Merrill, "I allow these yere air the wust! But I allow they"d flatten us all aout in jest abaout a minnit, if they wuz to set aout tew! Ef she ain"t hyar, we air in a sc.r.a.pe, I allow."
"Oh, they"re friendly enough," laughed Merrill. "They"re all stirred up, now, about the killin" o" that Injun; that"s what makes "em look so fierce. I don"t wonder! "Twas a derned mean thing Jim Farrar did, a firin" into the man after he was dead. I don"t blame him for killin"
the cuss, not a bit; I"d have shot any man livin" that "ad taken a good horse o" mine up that trail. That"s the only law we stock men"ve got out in this country. We"ve got to protect ourselves. But it was a mean, low-lived trick to blow the feller"s face to pieces after he was dead; but Jim"s a rough feller, "n" I expect he was so mad, when he see his horse, that he didn"t know what he did."
Aunt Ri was half paralyzed with astonishment at this speech. Felipe had leaped out of the carriage, and after a few words with the old Capitan, had hurried with him into his house. Felipe had evidently forgotten that she was still in the carriage. His going into the house looked as if Ramona was there. Aunt Ri, in all her indignation and astonishment, was conscious of this train of thought running through her mind; but not even the near prospect of seeing Ramona could bridle her tongue now, or make her defer replying to the extraordinary statements she had just heard. The words seemed to choke her as she began. "Young man," she said, "I donno much abaout yeour raisin". I"ve heered yeour folks wuz great on religion. Naow, we ain"t, Jeff "n" me; we warn"t raised thet way; but I allow ef I wuz ter hear my boy, Jos,--he"s jest abaout yeour age, "n" make tew, though he"s narrerer chested,--ef I should hear him say what yeou"ve jest said, I allow I sh"d expect to see him struck by lightnin"; "n" I sh"dn"t think he hed got more "n his deserts, I allow I sh"dn"t!"
What more Aunt Ri would have said to the astounded Merrill was never known, for at that instant the old Capitan, returning to the door, beckoned to her; and springing from her seat to the ground, sternly rejecting Sam"s offered hand, she hastily entered the house. As she crossed the threshold, Felipe turned an anguished face toward her, and said, "Come, speak to her." He was on his knees by a wretched pallet on the floor. Was that Ramona,--that prostrate form; hair dishevelled, eyes glittering, cheeks scarlet, hands playing meaninglessly, like the hands of one crazed, with a rosary of gold beads? Yes, it was Ramona; and it was like this she had lain there now ten days; and the people had exhausted all their simple skill for her in vain.
Aunt Ri burst into tears. "Oh, Lawd!" she said. "Ef I had some "old man"
hyar, I"d bring her aout er thet fever! I dew bleeve I seed some on "t growin" not more"n er mile back." And without a second look, or another word, she ran out of the door, and springing into the carriage, said, speaking faster than she had been heard to speak for thirty years: "Yeow jest turn raound "n" drive me back a piece, the way we come. I allow I"ll git a weed thet"ll break thet fever. Faster, faster! Run yer hosses. "Tain"t above er mile back, whar I seed it," she cried, leaning out, eagerly scrutinizing each inch of the barren ground. "Stop! Here "tis!" she cried. "I knowed I smelt the bitter on "t somewhars along hyar;" and in a few minutes more she had a ma.s.s of the soft, shining, gray, feathery leaves in her hands, and was urging the horses fiercely on their way back. "This"ll cure her, ef ennything will," she said, as she entered the room again; but her heart sank as she saw Ramona"s eyes roving restlessly over Felipe"s face, no sign of recognition in them.
"She"s bad," she said, her lips trembling; "but, "never say die!" ez allers our motto; "tain"t never tew late fur ennything but oncet, "n"
yer can"t tell when thet time"s come till it"s past "n" gone."
Steaming bowls of the bitterly odorous infusion she held at Ramona"s nostrils; with infinite patience she forced drop after drop of it between the unconscious lips; she bathed the hands and head, her own hands blistered by the heat. It was a fight with death; but love and life won. Before night Ramona was asleep.
Felipe and Aunt Ri sat by her, strange but not uncongenial watchers, each taking heart from the other"s devotion. All night long Ramona slept. As Felipe watched her, he remembered his own fever, and how she had knelt by his bed and prayed there. He glanced around the room. In a niche in the mud wall was a cheap print of the Madonna, one candle just smouldering out before it. The village people had drawn heavily on their poverty-stricken stores, keeping candles burning for Alessandro and Ramona during the past ten days. The rosary had slipped from Ramona"s hold; taking it cautiously in his hand, Felipe went to the Madonna"s picture, and falling on his knees, began to pray as simply as if he were alone. The Indians, standing on the doorway, also fell on their knees, and a low-whispered murmur was heard.
For a moment Aunt Ri looked at the kneeling figures with contempt. "Oh, Lawd!" she thought, "the pore heathen, prayin" ter a picter!" Then a sudden revulsion seized her. "I allow I ain"t gwine ter be the unly one out er the hull number thet don"t seem to hev nothin" ter pray ter; I allow I"ll jine in prayer, tew, but I shan"t say mine ter no picter!"
And Aunt Ri fell on her knees; and when a young Indian woman by her side slipped a rosary into her hand, Aunt Ri did not repulse it, but hid it in the folds of her gown till the prayers were done. It was a moment and a lesson Aunt Ri never forgot.
XXVI
THE Capitan"s house faced the east. Just as day broke, and the light streamed in at the open door, Ramona"s eyes unclosed. Felipe and Aunt Ri were both by her side. With a look of bewildered terror, she gazed at them.
"Thar, thar, naow! Yer jest shet yer eyes "n" go right off ter sleep agin, honey," said Aunt Ri, composedly, laying her hand on Ramona"s eyelids, and compelling them down. "We air hyar, Feeleepy "n" me, "n"
we air goin" ter stay. I allow yer needn"t be afeerd o" nothin". Go ter sleep, honey."
The eyelids quivered beneath Aunt Ri"s fingers. Tears forced their way, and rolled slowly down the cheeks. The lips trembled; the voice strove to speak, but it was only like the ghost of a whisper, the faint question that came,--"Felipe?"
"Yes, dear! I am here, too," breathed Felipe; "go to sleep. We will not leave you!"
And again Ramona sank away into the merciful sleep which was saving her life.
"Ther longer she kin sleep, ther better," said Aunt Ri, with a sigh, deep-drawn like a groan. "I allow I dread ter see her reely come to.
"T"ll be wus"n the fust; she"ll hev ter live it all over again!"
But Aunt Ri did not know what forces of fort.i.tude had been gathering in Ramona"s soul during these last bitter years. Out of her gentle constancy had been woven the heroic fibre of which martyrs are made; this, and her inextinguishable faith, had made her strong, as were those of old, who "had trial of cruel mocking, wandering about, being dest.i.tute, afflicted, tormented, wandered in deserts and in mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth."
When she waked the second time, it was with a calm, almost beatific smile that she gazed on Felipe, and whispered, "How did you find me, dear Felipe?" It was rather by the motions of her lips than by any sound that he knew the words. She had not yet strength enough to make an audible sound. When they laid her baby on her breast, she smiled again, and tried to embrace her, but was too weak. Pointing to the baby"s eyes, she whispered, gazing earnestly at Felipe, "Alessandro." A convulsion pa.s.sed over her face as she spoke the word, and the tears flowed.
Felipe could not speak. He glanced helplessly at Aunt Ri, who promptly responded: "Naow, honey, don"t yeow talk. "Tain"t good fur ye; "n"
Feeleepy "n" me, we air in a powerful hurry ter git yer strong "n"
well, "n" tote ye out er this--" Aunt Ri stopped. No substantive in her vocabulary answered her need at that moment. "I allow ye kin go "n a week, ef nothin" don"t go agin ye more"n I see naow; but ef yer git ter talkin", thar"s no tellin" when yer"ll git up. Yeow jest shet up, honey.
We"ll look arter everythin"."
Feebly Ramona turned her grateful, inquiring eyes on Felipe. Her lips framed the words, "With you?"
"Yes, dear, home with me," said Felipe, clasping her hand in his. "I have been searching for you all this time."
An anxious look came into the sweet face. Felipe knew what it meant. How often he had seen it in the olden time. He feared to shock her by the sudden mention of the Senora"s death; yet that would harm her less than continued anxiety. "I am alone, dear Ramona," he whispered. "There is no one now but you, my sister, to take care of me. My mother has been dead a year."
The eyes dilated, then filled with sympathetic tears. "Dear Felipe!"
she sighed; but her heart took courage. Felipe"s phrase was like one inspired; another duty, another work, another loyalty, waiting for Ramona. Not only her child to live for, but to "take care of Felipe"!
Ramona would not die! Youth, a mother"s love, a sister"s affection and duty, on the side of life,--the battle was won, and won quickly, too.
To the simple Cahuillas it seemed like a miracle; and they looked on Aunt Ri"s weather-beaten face with something akin to a superst.i.tious reverence. They themselves were not ignorant of the value of the herb by means of which she had wrought the marvellous cure; but they had made repeated experiments with it upon Ramona, without success. It must be that there had been some potent spell in Aunt Ri"s handling. They would hardly believe her when, in answer to their persistent questioning, she reiterated the a.s.sertion that she had used nothing except the hot water and "old man," which was her name for the wild wormwood; and which, when explained to them, impressed them greatly, as having no doubt some significance in connection with the results of her preparation of the leaves.
Rumors about Felipe ran swiftly throughout the region. The presence in the Cahuilla village of a rich Mexican gentleman who spent gold like water, and kept mounted men riding day and night, after everything, anything, he wanted for his sick sister, was an event which in the atmosphere of that lonely country loomed into colossal proportions. He had travelled all over California, with four horses, in search of her.
He was only waiting till she was well, to take her to his home in the south; and then he was going to arrest the man who had murdered her husband, and have him hanged,--yes, hanged! Small doubt about that; or, if the law cleared him, there was still the bullet. This rich Senor would see him shot, if rope were not to be had. Jim Farrar heard these tales, and quaked in his guilty soul. The rope he had small fear of, for well he knew the temper of San Diego County juries and judges; but the bullet, that was another thing; and these Mexicans were like Indians in their vengeance. Time did not tire them, and their memories were long.
Farrar cursed the day he had let his temper get the better of him on that lonely mountainside; how much the better, n.o.body but he himself knew,--n.o.body but he and Ramona: and even Ramona did not know the bitter whole. She knew that Alessandro had no knife, and had gone forward with no hostile intent; but she knew nothing beyond that. Only the murderer himself knew that the dialogue which he had reported to the judge and jury, to justify his act, was an entire fabrication of his own, and that, instead of it, had been spoken but four words by Alessandro, and those were, "Senor, I will explain;" and that even after the first shot had pierced his lungs, and the blood was choking in his throat, he had still run a step or two farther, with his hand uplifted deprecatingly, and made one more effort to speak before he fell to the ground dead.
Callous as Farrar was, and clear as it was in his mind that killing an Indian was no harm, he had not liked to recall the pleading anguish in Alessandro"s tone and in his face as he fell. He had not liked to recall this, even before he heard of this rich Mexican brother-in-law who had appeared on the scene; and now, he found the memories still more unpleasant. Fear is a wonderful goad to remorse. There was another thing, too, which to his great wonder had been apparently overlooked by everybody; at least, nothing had been said about it; but the bearing of it on his case, if the case were brought up a second time and minutely investigated, would be most unfortunate. And this was, that the only clew he had to the fact of Alessandro"s having taken his horse, was that the poor, half-crazed fellow had left his own well-known gray pony in the corral in place of the horse he took. A strange thing, surely, for a horse-thief to do! Cold sweat burst out on Farrar"s forehead, more than once, as he realized how this, coupled with the well-known fact of Alessandro"s liability to attacks of insanity, might be made to tell against him, if he should be brought to trial for the murder. He was as cowardly as he was cruel: never yet were the two traits separate in human nature; and after a few days of this torturing suspense and apprehension, he suddenly resolved to leave the country, if not forever, at least for a few years, till this brother-in-law should be out of the way. He lost no time in carrying out his resolution; and it was well he did not, for it was only three days after he had disappeared, that Felipe walked into Judge Wells"s office, one morning, to make inquiries relative to the preliminary hearing which had been held there in the matter of the murder of the Indian, Alessandro a.s.sis, by James Farrar.
And when the judge, taking down his books, read to Felipe his notes of the case, and went on to say, "If Farrar"s testimony is true, Ramona"s, the wife"s, must be false," and "at any rate, her testimony would not be worth a straw with any jury," Felipe sprang to his feet, and cried, "She of whom you speak is my foster-sister; and, by G.o.d, Senor, if I can find that man, I will shoot him as I would a dog! And I"ll see, then, if a San Diego County jury will hang me for ridding the country of such a brute!" and Felipe would have been as good as his word. It was a wise thing Farrar had done in making his escape.
When Aunt Ri heard that Farrar had fled the country, she pushed up her spectacles and looked reflectively at her informant. It was young Merrill. "Fled ther country, hez he?" she said. "Wall, he kin flee ez many countries ez he likes, an" "t won"t dew him no good. I know yeow folks hyar don"t seem ter think killin" an Injun"s enny murder, but I say "tis; an" yeow"ll all git it brung home ter yer afore yer die: ef "tain"t brung one way, "t"ll be anuther; yeow jest mind what I say, "n"
don"t yeow furgit it. Naow this miser"ble murderer, this Farrar, thet"s lighted out er hyar, he"s nothin" more"n a skunk, but he"s got the Lawd arter him, naow. It"s jest"s well he"s gawn; I never did b"leeve in hangin". I never could. It"s jest tew men dead "stead o" one. I don"t want to see no man hung, no marter what he"s done, "n" I don"t want to see no man shot down, nuther, no marter what he"s done; "n" this hyar Feeleepy, he"s thet highstrung, he"d ha" shot thet Farrar, any minnit, quicker"n lightnin", ef he"d ketched him; so it"s better all raound he"s lit aout. But I tell yeow, naow, he hain"t made much by goin"! Thet Injun he murdered "ll foller him night "n" day, till he dies, "n" long arter; he"ll wish he wuz dead afore he doos die, I allow he will, naow.
He"ll be jest like a man I knowed back in Tennessee. I wa"n"t but a mite then, but I never forgot it. "Tis a great country fur gourds, East Tennessee is, whar I wuz raised; "n" thar wuz two houses, "n" a fence between "em, "n" these gourds a runnin" all over the fence; "n" one o"
ther childun picked one o" them gourds, an" they fit abaout it; "n" then the women took it up,--ther childun"s mothers, yer know,--"n" they got fightin" abaout it; "n" then "t the last the men took it up, "n" they fit; "n" Rowell he got his butcher-knife, "n" he ground it up, "n" he picked a querril with Claiborne, "n" he cut him inter pieces. They hed him up for "t, "n" somehow they clared him. I don"t see how they ever did, but they put "t off, "n" put "t off, "n" "t last they got him free; "n" he lived on thar a spell, but he couldn"t stan" it; "peared like he never hed no peace; "n" he came over ter our "us, "n" sed he, "Jake,"--they allers called daddy "Jake," or "Uncle Jake,"--"Jake," sed he, "I can"t stan" it, livin" hyar." "Why," sez daddy, "the law o" the country"s clar"d ye." "Yes," sez he, "but the law o" G.o.d hain"t; "n"
I"ve got Claiborne allers with me. Thar ain"t any path so narrer, but he"s a walkin" in it, by my side, all day; "n" come night, I sleep with him ter one side, "n" my wife "t other; "n" I can"t stan" it." Them"s ther very words I heered him say, "n" I wuzn"t ennythin" but a mite, but I didn"t furgit it. Wall, sir, he went West, way aout hyar to Californy, "n" he couldn"t stay thar nuther, "n" he came back hum agin; "n" I wuz bigger then, a gal grown, "n" daddy sez to him,--I heern him,--"Wal,"
sez he, "did Claiborne foller yer?" "Yes," sez he, "he follered me. I"ll never git shet o" him in this world. He"s allers clost to me everywhar."
Yer see, "twas jest his conscience er whippin" him. Thet"s all "t wuz.
"T least, thet"s all I think "t wuz; though thar wuz those thet said "t wuz Claiborne"s ghost. "N" thet"ll be the way "t "ll be with this miser"ble Farrar. He"ll live ter wish he"d let hisself be hanged er shot, er erry which way, ter git out er his misery."
Young Merrill listened with unwonted gravity to Aunt Ri"s earnest words.
They reached a depth in his nature which had been long untouched; a stratum, so to speak, which lay far beneath the surface. The character of the Western frontiersman is often a singular acc.u.mulation of such strata,--the training and beliefs of his earliest days overlain by successions of unrelated and violent experiences, like geological deposits. Underneath the exterior crust of the most hardened and ruffianly nature often remains--its forms not yet quite fossilized--a realm full of the devout customs, doctrines, religious influences, which the boy knew, and the man remembers, By sudden upheaval, in some great catastrophe or struggle in his mature life, these all come again into the light. a.s.sembly Catechism definitions, which he learned in his childhood, and has not thought of since, ring in his ears, and he is thrown into all manner of confusions and inconsistencies of feeling and speech by this clashing of the old and new man within him. It was much in this way that Aunt Ri"s words smote upon young Merrill. He was not many years removed from the sound of a preaching of the straitest New England Calvinism. The wild frontier life had drawn him in and under, as in a whirlpool; but he was New Englander yet at heart.
"That"s so, Aunt Ri!" he exclaimed. "That"s so! I don"t s"pose a man that"s committed murder "ll ever have any peace in this world, nor in the next nuther, without he repents; but ye see this horse-stealin"
business is different. "Tain"t murder to kill a hoss-thief, any way you can fix it; everybody admits that. A feller that"s caught horse-stealin"
had ought to be shot; and he will be, too, I tell you, in this country!"
A look of impatient despair spread over Aunt Ri"s face. "I hain"t no patience left with yer," she said, "er talkin" abaout stealin" hosses ez ef hosses wuz more"n human bein"s! But lettin" thet all go, this Injun, he wuz crazy. Yer all knowed it. Thet Farrar knowed it. D"yer think ef he"d ben stealin" the hoss, he"d er left his own hoss in the corral, same ez, yer might say, leavin" his kyerd to say "t wuz he done it; "n"
the hoss er tied in plain sight "n front uv his house fur ennybody ter see?"
"Left his own horse, so he did!" retorted Merrill. "A poor, miserable, knock-kneed old pony, that wa"n"t worth twenty dollars; "n" Jim"s horse was worth two hundred, "n" cheap at that."
"Thet ain"t nuther here nor thar in what we air sayin"," persisted Aunt Ri. "I ain"t a speakin" on "t ez a swap er hosses. What I say is, he wa"n"t tryin" to cover "t up thet he"d tuk the hoss. We air sum used ter hoss-thieves in Tennessee; but I never heered o" one yit thet left his name fur a refference berhind him, ter show which road he tuk, "n"
fastened ther stolen critter ter his front gate when he got hum! I allow me "n" yeow hedn"t better say anythin" much more on ther subjeck, fur I allow we air bound to querril ef we dew;" and nothing that Merrill said could draw another word out of Aunt Ri in regard to Alessandro"s death.