Nor was the application of this doctrine of the rest.i.tution of all things even confined to personal property. Many of the richer cla.s.s of citizens occupied houses acquired by harsh foreclosures since the dearth of circulating medium had placed debtors at the mercy of creditors. A few questions as to when they were thinking of moving out, with an intimation that the neighbors were ready to a.s.sist them, if it appeared necessary, was generally hint enough to secure a prompt vacating of the premises, though now and then when the occupants were unusually obstinate and refused to "take a joke" there were rather rough proceedings. Among those thus ejected was Solomon Gleason, the schoolmaster, who had been living in the house which George Fennel had formerly owned. In this case, however, the house remained vacant, George being too sick to be moved.
When Friday night came round again, there was a tremendous carouse at the tavern, in the midst of which Widow Bingham, rendered desperate by the demands for rum, demands which she did not dare to refuse for fear of provoking the mob to gut her establishment, finally exclaimed:
"Why don" ye go over"t the store an let Squire Edwards stan treat awhile? What"s the use o" making me dew it all? He"s got better likker nor I hev an more on"t, an he ain"t a poor lone widder nuther, without n.o.boddy ter stan up fer her," and the widow pointed her appeal by beginning to cry, which, as she was a buxom well-favored woman, made a decided impression on the crowd.
Abner, who was drunk as a king, instantly declared that "By the everlastin Jehu" he"d break the head o" the "fuss dum Nimshi" that asked for another drink, which brought the potations of the company to a sudden check. Presently Meshech Little observed:
"Come long fellersh, lesh go t" the store. Whosh fraid? I ain"t." There was a chorus of thick-tongued protestations of equal valor, and the crowd reeled out after Meshech. Abner was left alone with the widow.
"I"m reel beholden to ye Abner Rathbun, fer stannin up fer me," said she warmly, "an Seliny Bingham ain"t one tew ferget a favor nuther."
"I"d a smashed the snout o" the fuss one on em ez a.s.sed fer more. I"d a knocked his lights outer him, I don" keer who twuz," declared Abner, his valor still further inflamed by the grat.i.tude which sparkled from the widow"s fine eyes.
"Lemme mix ye a leetle rum "n sugar, Abner. It"ll dew ye good," said the widow. "I hope ye didn" take none o" that to yerself what I said tew the res" on em. I"m sure I don" grudge ye a drop ye"ve ever hed, caze I know ye be a nice stiddy man, an I feels safer like wen ye be raoun. Thar naow, jess try that an see ef it"s mixed right."
Abner did try that, and more subsequently and sweet smiles and honeyed words therewith, the upshot of all which was the tacit conclusion that evening of a treaty of alliance, the tacitly understood conditions being that Abner should stand by the widow and see she was not put upon, in return for which the widow would see that he was not left thirsty, and if this understanding was sealed with a kiss s.n.a.t.c.hed by one of the contracting parties as the other leaned too far over the bar with the fourth tumbler of rum and sugar, why it was all the more likely to be faithfully observed. That the widow was a fine woman Abner had previously observed, but any natural feeling which this observation might have excited had been kept in check by the consciousness of a long unsettled score. The woman was merged in the landlady, the s.e.x in the creditor. Seeing that there is no more ecstatic experience known to the soul than the melting of awe into a tenderer sentiment, it will not be wondered at that Abner lingered over his twofold inebriation till at nine o"clock the widow said that she must really shut up the tavern.
His surprise was great on pa.s.sing the store to see it still lit up, and a crowd of men inside, while from the apartments occupied by the Edwards family came the tinkling of Desire"s piano. Going in, he found the store filled with drunken men, and the back room crowded with drinkers, whom young Jonathan Edwards was serving with liquor, while the Squire was walking about with a worn and anxious face, seeing that there was no stealing of his goods. As he saw Abner he said, making a pitiable attempt to affect a little dignity:
"I"ve been treating the men to a little liquor, but it"s rather late, and I should like to get them out. You have some control over them, I believe. May I ask you to send them out?"
In the pressure of the present emergency, the poor man appeared to have forgotten the insults which Abner had heaped upon him a few days before, and Abner himself, who was in high good humor, and really felt almost sorry for the proud man before him, replied:
"Sartin, Sartin. I"ll git em aout, but what"s the peeanner agoin fer?"
"The men thought they would like to hear it, and my daughter was kind enough to play a little for them," said Edwards, his face flushing again, even after the mortifications of the evening, at the necessity of thus confessing his powerlessness to resist the most insulting demands of the rabble.
Abner pa.s.sed through the door in the back room of the store, which opened into the living-room, a richly carpeted apartment, with fine oaken furniture imported from England. The parlor beyond was even more expensively furnished and decorated. Flat on his back, in the middle of the parlor carpet, was stretched Meshech Little, dead drunk. In nearly every chair was a barefooted, coatless lout, drunk and snoring with his hat over his eyes, and his legs stretched out, or vacantly staring with open mouth at Desire, who, with a face like ashes and the air of an automaton, was playing the piano.
CHAPTER SEVENTEENTH
PLOTS AND COUNTERPLOTS
On the day following, which was Sat.u.r.day, at about three o"clock in the afternoon, Perez Hamlin was at work in the yard behind the house, shoeing his horse in preparation for the start west the next week. Horse shoeing was an accomplishment he had acquired in the army, and he had no shillings to waste in hiring others to do anything he could do himself. As he let the last hoof out from between his knees, and stood up, he saw Israel Goodrich and Ezra Phelps coming across the yard toward him. Ezra wore his working suit, sprinkled with the meal dust of his gristmill, and Israel had on a long blue-woolen farmer"s smock, reaching to his knees, and carried in his hand a hickory-handled whip with a long lash, indicating that he had come in his cart, which he had presumably left hitched to the rail fence in front of the house. After breaking ground by a few comments on the points of Perez" horse, Israel opened the subject of the visit, as follows:
"Ye see, Perez, I wuz over"t Mill-Holler arter a grist o" buckwheat, an me "n Ezry got ter talkin baout the way things wuz goin in the village. I s"pose ye"ve hearn o" the goins on."
"Very little, indeed," said Perez. "I have scarcely been out of the yard this week, I"ve been hard at work. But I"ve heard considerable racket nights."
"Wal," said Israel, "the long an short on"t is the fellers be raisin the old Harry, an it"s time somebody said whoa. I"ve been a talkin tew Abner baout it, an so"s Ezry, but Abner ain"t the same feller he wuz. He"s tight mos" o" the time naow, an he says he don" keer a darn haow bad they treats the silk stockins. Turn abaout"s fair play, he says, an he on"y larfed w"en I tole him some o" the mischief the fellers wuz up tew. An you said, Ezry, he talked jess so to yew."
"Sartin, he did," said Ezra. "Ye see," he continued to Perez, "me an Isr"el be men o" prop"ty, an we jined the folks agin" the courts caze we seen they wuz bein "bused. Thar warn"t no sense in makin folks pay debts w"en ther warn"t no money in cirk"lashun to pay em. "Twuz jess like makin them ere chil"ren of Isr"el make bricks "thout no straw. I allers said, an I allers will say," and the glitter that came into Ezra"s eye indicated that he felt the inspiring bound of his hobby beneath him, "ef govment makes folks pay ther debts, govment"s baoun ter see they hez sunthin tew pay em with. I callate that"s plain ez a pike-staff. An it"s jess so with taxes. Ef govment-"
"Sartin, sartin," interrupted Israel, quietly choking him off, "but less stick tew what we wuz a sayin, Ezry. Things be a goin tew fur, ye see, Perez. We tuk part with the poor folks w"en they wuz bein "bused, but I declar" for"t "t looks though we"d hefter take part with the silk stockins pootty soon, at the rate things be agoin. It"s a reg"lar see-saw. Fust the rich folks eend wuz up too fur, and naow et"s t"other way."
"They be a burnin fences ev"ry night," said Ezra, "an they"ll have the hull town afire one o" these days. I don" b"lieve in destroyin prop"ty. Thar ain"t no sense in that. That air Paul Hubbard"s wuss "n Abner. Abner he jess larfs an don" keer, but Paul he"s thet riled agin the silk stockins that he seems farly crazy. He"s daown from the iron-works with his gang ev"ry night, eggin on the fellers tew burn fences, an stone houses, an he wuz akchilly tryin tew git the boys tew tar and feather Squire, t"uther night. They didn"t quite da.s.st dew that, but thar ain"t no tellin what they"ll come tew yit."
"Ye see, Perez," said Israel, at last getting to the point, "we callate yew mout dew suthin to kinder stop em ef ye"d take a holt. Abner "l hear ter ye, an all on em would. I don" see"s n.o.body else in taown kin dew nothin. Ezry an me wuz a talkin baout ye overt" the mill, an Ezry says, "Le"s gwover ter see him." I says, "Git right inter my cart, an we"ll go," an so here we be."
"I can"t very well mix in, you see," replied Perez, "for I"m going to leave town for good the first of the week."
"Whar be ye goin?"
"I"m going to take father and mother and Reuben over the York line, to New Lebanon, and then I"m going on to the Chenango purchase to clear a farm and settle with them."
"Sho! I wanter know," exclaimed Israel, scratching his head. "Wal, I swow," he added, thoughtfully, "I don"t blame ye a mite, arter all. This ere state o" Ma.s.sachusetts Bay, ain"t no place fer a poor man, sence the war, an ye"ll find lots o" Stockbridge folks outter Chenango. They"s a lot moved out thar."
"Ef I war ten year younger I"d go long with ye," said Ezra, "darned ef I wouldn"t. I callate thar muss be a right good chance fer a gristmill out thar."
"Wal, Ezry," said Israel, after a pause, "I don" see but wat we"ve hed our trouble fer nothin, an I declar I dunno wat"s gonter be did. The silk stockins be a tryin tew fetch back the ole times, an the people be a raisin Cain, an wat"s a gonter come on"t Goramity on"y knows. Come "long, Ezry," and the two old men went sorrowfully away.
It seems that Israel and Ezra were not the only persons in Stockbridge whose minds turned to Perez as the only available force which could restrain the mob, and end the reign of lawlessness in the village. Scarcely had those worthies departed when Dr. Partridge rode around into the back yard and approached the young man.
"I come to you," he said, without any preliminary beating about the bush, "as the recognized leader of the people in this insurrection, to demand of you, as an honest fellow, that you do something to stop the outrages of your gang."
"If I was their leader the other day, I am so no longer," replied Perez, coldly. "They are not my followers. It is none of my business what they do."
"Yes, it is," said Dr. Partridge, sharply. "You can"t throw off the responsibility that way. But for you, the rebellion here in Stockbridge would never have gained headway. You can"t drop the business now and wash your hands of it."
"I don"t care to wash my hands of it," replied Perez, sternly. "I don"t know what the men have done of late for I have stayed at home, but no doubt the men who suffer from their doings, deserve it all, and more too. Even if I were to stay in Stockbridge, I see no reason why I should interfere. The people have a right to avenge their wrongs. But I am going away the coming week. My only concern in the rebellion was the release of my brother, and now I propose to take him and my father and mother out of this accursed Commonwealth, and leave you whose oppression and cruelties have provoked the rebellion, to deal with it."
"Do you consider that an honorable course, Captain Hamlin?" The young man"s face flushed, and he answered angrily:
"Shall I stay here to protect men who the moment they are able will throw my brother into jail and send me to the gallows? Have you, sir, the a.s.surance to tell me that is my duty?"
The doctor for a moment found it difficult to reply to this, and Perez went on, with increasing bitterness:
"You have sown the wind, you are reaping the whirlwind. Why should I interfere? You have had no pity on the poor, why should they have pity on you? Instead of having the face to ask me to stay here and protect you, rather be thankful that I am willing to go and leave unavenged the wrongs which my father"s family has suffered at your hands. Be careful how you hinder my going." The doctor, apparently inferring from the bitter tone of the young man, and the hard, steely gleam in his blue eyes, that perhaps there was something to be considered in his last words turned his horse"s head, without a word, and went away like the two envoys who had preceded him.
The doctor was disappointed. Without knowing much of Perez, he had gained a strong impression from what little he had seen of him, that he was of a frank, impulsive temperament, sudden and fierce in quarrel, perhaps, but incapable of a brooding revengefulness, and most unlikely to cherish continued animosity toward enemies who were at his mercy. And as I would not have the reader do the young man injustice in his mind, I hasten to say that the doctor"s view of his character was not far out of the way. The hard complacency with which he just now regarded the calamities of the gentlemen of the town, had its origin in the constant and bitter brooding of the week past over Desire"s treatment of him. The sense of being looked down on by her, as a fine lady, and his respectful pa.s.sion despised, had been teaching him the past few days a bitterness of caste jealousy, which had never before been known to his genial temper. He was trying to forget his love for her, in hatred for her cla.s.s. He was getting to feel toward the silk stockings a little as Paul Hubbard did.
Probably one of this generation of New Englanders, who could have been placed in Stockbridge the day following, would have deemed it a very quiet Sabbath indeed. But what, by our lax modern standards seem very venial sins of Sabbath-breaking, if indeed any such sins be now recognized at all, to that generation were heinous and heaven-daring. The conduct of certain reckless individuals that Sabbath, did more to shock the public mind than perhaps anything that had hitherto occurred in the course of the revolt. For instance, divers young men were seen openly walking about the streets with their sweethearts during meeting-time, laughing and talking in a noisy manner, and evidently bent merely on pleasure. It was credibly reported that one man, without any attempt at concealment, rode down to Great Barrington to make a visit of recreation upon his friends. Several other persons, presumably for similar profane purposes, walked out to Lee and Lenox furnaces, to the prodigious scandal of the dwellers along those roads. As if this were not enough iniquity for one day, there were whispers that Abner Rathbun and Meshech Little had gone a fishing. This rumor was not, indeed, fully substantiated, but the mere fact that it found circulation and some to credit it, is in itself striking evidence of the agitated and abnormal condition of the public mind.
Toward sunset, the news reached Stockbridge of yet another rebel victory in the lower counties. The Monday preceding, 300 armed farmers had marched into the town of Concord, and prevented the sitting of the courts of Middles.e.x county. The weakness of the government was shown by the fact that, although ample warning of the intentions of the rebels had been given, no opposition to them was attempted. The governor had, indeed, at first ordered the militia to arms, but through apprehension of their unfaithfulness had subsequently countermanded the order. The fact that the rebellion had manifested such strength and boldness within a few hours" march of Boston, the capital of the state, was an important element in the elation which the tidings produced among the people. It showed that the western counties were not alone engaged in the insurrection, but that the people all over the state were making common cause against the courts and the party that upheld them.
The jubilation produced by this intelligence, combining with the usual reaction at sunset after the repression of the day, caused that evening a general pandemonium of tin-pans, bonfires, mischief of all sorts, and the usual concomitant of unlimited drunkenness. In the midst of the uproar, Mrs. Jahleel Woodbridge, Squire Edward"s sister, died. The violence of the mob was such, however, that Edwards did not dare to avail himself of even this excuse for refusing to furnish liquor to the crowd.
The funeral took place Tuesday. It was the largest and most imposing that had taken place in the village for a long time. The prominence of both the families concerned, procured the attendance of all the gentry of Southern Berkshire. I employ an English phrase to describe a cla.s.s for which, in our modern democratic New England, there is no counterpart. The Stoddards, Littles, and Wendells, of Pittsfield, were represented. Colonel Ashley was there from Sheffield, Justices Dwight and Whiting from Great Barrington, and Barker from Lanesborough, with many more. The carriages, some of them bearing coats of arms upon their panels, made a fine array, which, not less than the richly attired dames and gentlemen who descended from them, impressed a temporary awe upon even the most seditious and democratically inclined of the staring populace. The six pall-bearers, adorned with scarves, and mourning rings, were Chief Justice Dwight, Colonel Elijah Williams of West Stockbridge, the founder and owner of the iron-works there, Dr. Sergeant of Stockbridge, Captain Solomon Stoddard, commander of the Stockbridge militia, Oliver Wendell of Pittsfield, and Henry W. Dwight of Stockbridge, the county treasurer. There were not in Stockbridge alone enough families to have furnished six pall-bearers of satisfactory social rank. For while all men of liberal education or profession, or such as held prominent offices were recognized as gentlemen in sharp distinction from the common people, yet the generality of even these were looked far down upon by the county families of long pedigree and large estate. The Partridges, Dr. Sergeant, the Dwights, the Williamses, the Stoddards, and of course his brother-in-law Edwards, were the only men in Stockbridge whom Woodbridge regarded as belonging to his own caste. Even Theodore Sedgwick, despite his high public offices, he affected to consider ent.i.tled to social equality chiefly by virtue of his having married a Dwight.
After the funeral exercises, Squire Woodbridge managed to whisper a few words in the ear of a dozen or so of the gentlemen present, the tenor of which, to the great surprise of those addressed, was a request that they would call on him that evening after dark, taking care to come alone, and attract as little attention as possible. Each one supposed himself to have been alone invited, and on being met at the door by Squire Woodbridge and ushered into the study, was surprised to find the room full of gentlemen. Drs. Partridge and Sergeant and Squire Edwards were there, Captain Stoddard, Sheriff Seymour, Tax-collector Williams, Solomon Gleason, John Bacon, Esquire, General Pepoon and numerous other lawyers, County Treasurer Dwight, Deacon Nash, Ephraim Williams, Esquire, Sedgwick"s law-partner, Captain Jones, the militia commissary of Stockbridge, at whose house the town stock of arms and ammunition was stored, and some other gentlemen.
When all had a.s.sembled, Woodbridge, having satisfied himself there were no spies lurking about the garden, and that the gathering of gentlemen had not attracted attention to the house, proceeded to close the blinds of the study windows and draw the curtains. He then drew a piece of printed paper from his pocket, opened it, and broached the matter in hand to the wondering company, as follows:
"The awful suggestions with which the recent visitation of G.o.d has invested my house for the time being, has enabled us to meet to-night without danger that our deliberations will be interrupted, either by the curiosity or the violence of the rabble. For this one night, the first for many weeks, they have left me in peace, and I deem it is no desecration of the beloved memory of my departed companion, that we should avail ourselves of so melancholy an opportunity to take counsel for the restoration of law and order in this sorely troubled community. I have this day received from his excellency, the governor, and the honorable council at Boston, a proclamation, directed to all justices, sheriffs, jurors, and citizens, authorizing and strictly commanding them to suppress, by force of arms, all riotous proceedings, and to apprehend the rioters. I have called you privately together, that we might arrange for concerted action to these ends." In a low voice, so that no chance listener from without might catch its tenor, the Squire then proceeded to read Governor Bowdoin"s proclamation, closing with that time-honored and impressive formula, "G.o.d save the Commonwealth of Ma.s.sachusetts." Captain Stoddard was first to break the silence which followed the reading of the doc.u.ment.