The sailor looked down into the calm, aristocratic face of the dead patrician--for such the man evidently was--no marble could ever have been more finely cut, or coldly pale than those features. But for the ma.s.ses of glossy hair and the black eyes, that remained partly open, the idea of some perfect specimen of sculpture would have been complete.
Jube unclasped his great hands, and with a reverential touch attempted to close the eyes.
"It"s of no sorts of use," said the sailor, "you poor heathen n.i.g.g.e.r you. It ain"t possible to shut them eyes now; they"ll stay wide awake till the judgment day. All we can do is to dig a trench here, close by this thing with the notched leaves, and lay him in. Come, bear a hand, and I"ll help you, if you are black; this ain"t no time to be perticular, besides I"ve kinder took a notion to you, anyhow."
Jube did not comprehend many of the words, but he understood the gestures, and went to work, raining great tears on the sand as he sc.r.a.ped it up.
The sailor fell to, and worked vigorously, comforting the negro, in his rough way, all the time. At last a trench of some depth was dug, and the sailor bade Jube help him lift the body into its poor resting-place.
Then Jube began to sob, and tremble through all his ma.s.sive frame, but he obeyed meekly. The garments upon the body were rich and of value.
That sailor only got ten dollars a month for his hard labor, but he never thought of taking a fragment of those rich clothes, nor attempted to examine the pockets, though a clink of gold, as they lifted the body, told him that what might have been wealth to him was there. As for Jube, poor fellow, he scarcely knew what money meant, and if he had, would have guarded that about his master"s person with his life.
So they lifted that proud and n.o.ble man from the red sand where he had been murdered, and laid him in the best grave they had the power to make. Jube tore away one of the great aloe leaves, and laid it over the white face, moaning like a wounded creature, as he shut it out from his own sight; but he shook so violently, that the sailor, with rough kindness, bade him go away, while he filled in the grave, and evened the sand. So Jube sat down in the shade of the aloe, and covering his face with his hands, sat still waiting.
When that boat neared the vessel, Jube saw his young master leaning over the bulwarks, and watching it with longing impatience.
"Jube, oh, Jube! why did they not come? I thought they would both be with you!" he cried, in a voice of keen disappointment. "Come up, come up, and tell me; the time has seemed so long."
Jube climbed up the rope ladder very slowly, with his black face bent toward the water. At last he stood on the deck, his heavy shoulders drooping, his eyes cast down, and his great bare feet trembling on the boards they pressed.
"Jube, Jube! tell me where they are? Why did mamma go away, and not call me? It wasn"t kind, Jube."
"Mistress always kind, very kind, little master," stammered Jube, trying hard to control the tremulous motion that contracted his heavy lips.
"But where? Is she with papa?"
"Yes, little master. She--she is with papa, sure."
"Jube, did they both go home and leave me?" questioned the child, with tears in his eyes. "Did they, Jube?"
"No, little master, they didn"t do that; how could they?"
"Well, then, where are they?"
"Not in the old home, be sure, not there; bad slaves, bad negro there."
"But are they safe?"
"Yes; safe."
"On sh.o.r.e?"
"Yes, little master, safe on the sh.o.r.e."
"But when will they come after us, Jube? I do so want to see them. Mamma was so tired she couldn"t say good-night, and papa--I feel very, very unhappy about papa; he never left me so long before."
"But he couldn"t help it, little master; sure he couldn"t."
"I know that. Of course he couldn"t; but, oh! when will he come? Jube, Jube, my heart aches so!"
"Jube"s heart aches, too."
"Does it, Jube, like mine--heavy, heavy; and when I ask you about them, it aches worse? Dear old Jube, I won"t do it. You shall see how bravely I can wait."
The child took one of Jube"s hard hands in his, as he spoke, and led the negro away.
"Why, how you shake, Jube! What for? I never felt you shake so before!"
he said, laying his other delicate hand caressingly over that of the black man"s.
"Jube helped row the boat, little master, and it is hard work."
"But you are so strong, Jube; strong as a lion, and as brave; papa said so."
"Did he say that, little master; did he?"
"There, you are shaking again! Sit down, Jube. Don"t be afraid; I won"t ask any thing. There, lean your head against the mast; I will watch for them while you rest."
"No, don"t watch. They won"t come yet--not yet."
"Not before night, perhaps."
Jube closed his eyes heavily, and groaned.
It was mournful--the sight of that strange child, sitting upon Jube"s knee and watching the sh.o.r.e with a trusting, earnest hope that his father and mother would seek him over the water where she had fallen asleep and floated away, but would be sure to come back when papa was found. The child said this a hundred times, as he patted the hard palm of the slave with his little hand, while Jube answered bravely, each time, "Oh, yes, Master Paul, sometime they shall see us again. That"s what the captain was saying to me just now. I hope it"s true, little master; for your sake I hope he knows."
When he had done speaking, Jube would turn his head quite away, and shake the tears from his eyes, while the boy fell to his patient watch again.
CHAPTER V.
THE SEARCH FOR GOLD.
Paul saw that questions wounded his black friend, and fell into silence, thinking of his parents with mournful yearning, but not mentioning them again.
It was a long, dreary day; but the sunset came at last, flooding the harbor with crimson, which made the water look ensanguined like the land. One by one the lights of the town began to flame out again, and hoa.r.s.e sounds mingled with the surf of the tide. Now the boy became restless, and his eyes began to gleam impatiently.
"Jube, dear Jube, let us go ash.o.r.e with a big boat, and bring them away!
don"t you hear the noise--don"t you see how the fire flashes. They"ll be hurt, Jube, and we shan"t be there to help them."
Thrasher, the mate, was pa.s.sing as the boy said this; he paused, and patted the little fellow"s head.
"Who is it you want to help, my little man?" he said.
The child shrunk against his black guardian, and looked up with such gentle earnestness that Thrasher"s eyes fell under the glance.
"We want to go after _them_, monsieur. My papa and mamma; she couldn"t wait for me, because papa wanted her, and so rowed away after him. But she sent dear old Jube to stay with me, didn"t she Jube?"