Conrad made no complaint but quietly went with his captors. He recalled that Vuysen had said there was peace with the Indians but had added, in the words of an old chief, "The rogues on both sides always make trouble." Perhaps, after all, this was but a thieving expedition and they might adopt him as a member of the tribe, a thought which strangely enough brought comfort to the boy"s heart. He loved the woods and did not love the Vuysens. The savages could not know this and so, though he had no thought of trying to escape, they bound him.
Although his bonds were uncomfortable he slept soundly, while Rodney, down in Virginia in his comfortable bed, pa.s.sed a restless night; all of which helps to prove that it does not always depend so much on what one has, as on what one thinks about it.
When Rodney came down to breakfast the next morning he was resolved to urge his father to make a pioneer home in the wonderful West he had heard so many tales about, out where there was plenty of big game and where there were broad acres to be had for the taking.
Not until he had nearly finished his breakfast did he screw up his courage to the point of carrying out his resolve. Then he said: "Father, I"ve heard you say there is land out on the Ohio River which you can have because of your service in the last war. Why don"t we settle on it? This place has nothing for us with the squire for an enemy, and not much at best."
"You little know of the perils, my lad. Surely ye wouldna" ha" the mother an" little one killed by the savages? But I"m minded to say that a venture into the western part o" this colony is much to my liking this morning. From all I can learn a poor man in those parts is not so hedged aboot as here."
Neither father nor son thought of the generally observed fact that when a poor man began to seek a home where land was cheap he usually became a pioneer with his face turned toward the West, the great longing for a better home luring him toward the richer lands said to lie beyond the mountains.
CHAPTER III
HOW RODNEY AND ANGUS BECAME FRIENDS
"Say, Sim, what"s the story you"s goin" to tell, the one yer cousin told ye?"
"Yes, tell us about it, Sim."
The pupils of the cabin school were having recess. A few weeks before David Allison had moved his family up to Charlottesville from the "tide-water country," and had opened this school.
"Well, ye see--" began Sim.
"Yes, we see all right, but thar ain"t much fun lookin" at you gittin"
ready to tell a story. You sure are slower"n our ol" n.i.g.g.e.r, Absalom."
"Give Sim a chance!"
Angus MacGregor spoke as one with authority and his stockily built body looked capable of enforcing the order. Sim proceeded.
"As I was sayin", Bill, that"s my cousin, he lives over in the Shenandoah valley two looks and a yell from the Jumpin"-off Place, was out fishin" with another feller. When they was goin" home an" come out inter the clearin" roun" Fin Anderson"s cabin, they see an ol" Injun, Bowlegs they call him, snoopin" roun". They hid an" watched perceedin"s. When ol" Bowlegs found no one was ter home what"s he do but walk right in and bring out a jug o" corn liquor an" set right thar an" fill his gullet. Then the ol" varmint laid down fer a snooze."
"Oughter tarred an" feathered the ol" cuss," said Angus.
"That"s jes" what Bill thought, but they didn"t have no tar, let alone feathers. But Fin Anderson"s a curis feller, an" Bill remembered that when he went out inter that country he toted along a feather bed; "lowed he wanted somethin" different to sleep on ter home than he had in ther woods. When Bill thought o" that feather bed he jes" sithed fer tar, when he"d make a turkey gobbler outer Bowlegs. Well, while they"s rummagin" roun" ther cabin they found some wild honey Fin had brought in, so they took that an" daubed ther ol" feller from head ter heel and then rolled him in the feathers."
"Kinder rough on Fin"s feather bed."
"Oh, he"d sure enough lay it to the Injun. After they got back home an" told the story some o" the fellers "lowed as how they"d go over an" give Bowlegs a lickin" ter boot. Well, when they got in sight o"
the ol" rascal, he was jes" soberin" up, sittin" thar rubbin" his eyes. "Bout that time he seen ther feathers stickin" out all over him an" he let out a whoop an" went tearin" off through the brush, sheddin" feathers at every jump like an ol" settin" hen scared off"n her nest."
"They oughter licked the ol" redskin; they"re all thieves," said Angus with an important air.
"He stole the liquor but it looks like some one else stole the honey and feathers."
All eyes turned toward the speaker who had joined the group un.o.bserved. He was Rodney Allison.
The face of Angus turned red as a beet. Here was this upstart new boy with an air of questioning his authority. By means of Angus" ability to give any boy in the neighbourhood a sound drubbing if necessary he had become the recognized leader. Evidently this new boy needed to be shown his proper place.
"Huh! Bill an" his friends ain"t thieves, I can tell. An Injun is a born thief, so are most n.i.g.g.e.rs, an" I"ve been told that, when England used to send her thieves to Virginny, some of "em turned schoolmasters after they landed."
Sammy Dawson snickered and it was Rodney"s turn to get red in the face.
"I know one schoolmaster," he said, "who is an honest man and always was, though thieving must be more fun than trying to teach some o" the lunkheads who go to his school."
Sammy didn"t snicker this time, but his eyes grew big and round.
Angus began to swell with anger. He stepped forward and shook his fist under Rodney"s nose. Then he found his speech. "I"ve known o" folks,"
he said, "who weren"t wanted down in the tide-water country, comin" up this way an" bein" sent back with their hides tanned;" saying this, he tried to slap Rodney"s face.
In all the house of MacGregor probably there never had been a more surprised member than was Angus five minutes later, for David Allison had taught his son other things than were found in books; but he also had taught that this knowledge was not to be used except rarely, and when absolutely necessary. Rodney uneasily recalled this part of the instruction after the fight was over, and he had time to reflect on his part in bringing it on. Evidently he wasn"t doing anything to make the family popular with their new neighbours, whereas, if he"d kept his mouth shut instead of interrupting the conversation, all would have been well.
"Angus, let"s shake hands. I didn"t mean any offence and said more than I ought."
Angus took the proffered hand rather reluctantly, and on his face was a look of suspicion, visible along with a black eye and a bleeding nose. Then he said: "You don"t come to school; got larnin" enough, I reckon."
"I have to work days, but study what I can nights," was the reply.
"I saw ye workin" with the n.i.g.g.e.r this mornin". I "lowed as how down in the tide-water country an" in most other places folks as "sociate with n.i.g.g.e.rs ain"t much thought on. A slave has ter be kept in his place."
"The work has to be done and there are only Th.e.l.lo and I to do it. He is not a slave, nor is his wife. Mother granted "em freedom after grandfather gave them to her. Father doesn"t believe in slavery. But they would die before they"d leave us."
"I reckon they"re n.i.g.g.e.rs jes" the same."
"Yes, and I would trust "em farther than I would most white folks."
"I got no use fer mixin" with n.i.g.g.e.rs."
"Look here, Angus, I thought you and I shook hands."
"Well, I didn"t like ter refuse to meet ye half way," replied the boy, sullenly, adding "My father says he allus "spicions roosters as don"t crow."
"What do you mean?"
"I "low as how "twould be like most fellers, as had licked another, to brag about it."
So Angus suspected the proffered friendship! "Well, you see, when I came to think it over, I saw that I was partly to blame," said Rodney.
"I broke into the talk and invited trouble. I don"t like to hear any one blamed because their skins happen to be black or red, but it wasn"t exactly my business, as the talk wasn"t addressed to me."
"I reckon you"re all right," said Angus, holding out his hand, this time with a heartiness which was unmistakable. Then he said, "I"m glad you"ve come up inter this neck o" woods, but I"m sorry ye bought that place o" Denham, unless ye paid cash down an" mighty little at that.
The land"s worn out and the ol" skin-flint has stuck two or three others in the same way. Had a mortgage on it, an" then foreclosed."
"I don"t know what arrangements father made," replied Rodney, uneasy in mind because of what MacGregor had told him. He knew his father was not considered a good business man, but always believed the other man as honest as himself. "Anyhow I"m much obliged to you, Angus, for the warning. Come over and see me, will you?"
"Thank ye, I"ll do that," was the reply, and the boys parted friends.