By and by he put up the little tool and sat looking out upon the prospect. The time of greatest probability had not come, but the voudou might choose not to wait for that; and so he kept watch. There was a great stillness. The c.o.c.ks had finished a round and were silent. No dog barked. A few tiny crickets made the quiet land seem the more deserted.
Its beauties were not entirely overlooked--the innumerable host of stars above, the twinkle of myriad fireflies on the dark earth below. Between a quarter and a half-mile away, almost in a line with the Cherokee hedge, was a faint rise of ground, and on it a wide-spreading live-oak.
There the keen, seaman"s eye of the Capitain came to a stop, fixed upon a spot which he had not noticed before. He kept his eye on it, and waited for the stronger light of the moon.
Presently behind the grove at his back she rose; and almost the first beam that pa.s.sed over the tops of the trees, and stretched across the plain, struck the object of his scrutiny. What was it? The ground, he knew; the tree, he knew; he knew there ought to be a white paling enclosure about the trunk of the tree: for there were buried--ah!--he came as near laughing at himself as ever he did in his life; the apothecary of the rue Royale had lately erected some marble headstones there, and--
"Oh! my G.o.d!"
While Capitain Jean-Baptiste had been trying to guess what the tombstones were, a woman had been coming toward him in the shadow of the hedge. She was not expecting to meet him; she did not know that he was there; she knew she had risks to run, but was ignorant of what they were; she did not know there was anything under the fig-tree which she so nearly and noiselessly approached. One moment her foot was lifted above the spot where the unknown object lay with wide-stretched jaws under the leaves, and the next, she uttered that cry of agony and consternation which interrupted the watcher"s meditation. She was caught in a huge steel-trap.
Capitain Jean-Baptiste Grandissime remained perfectly still. She fell, a snarling, struggling, groaning heap, to the ground, wild with pain and fright, and began the hopeless effort to draw the jaws of the trap apart with her fingers.
"_Ah! bon Dieu, bon Dieu!_ Quit a-_bi-i-i-i-tin" me_! Oh! Lawd "a"
mussy! Ow-ow-ow! lemme go! Dey go"n" to kyetch an" hang me! Oh! an" I hain" done nutt"n" "gainst _no_body! Ah! _bon Dieu! ein pov" vie negresse_! Oh! Jemimy! I cyan" gid dis yeh t"ing loose--oh! m-m-m-m! An"
dey"ll tra to mek out"t I voudou" Mich-Agricole! An" I did n" had nutt"n" do wid it! Oh Lawd, oh _Lawd_, you"ll be mighty good ef you lemme loose! I"m a po" n.i.g.g.a! Oh! dey had n" ought to mek it so _pow_"ful!"
Hands, teeth, the free foot, the writhing body, every combination of available forces failed to spread the savage jaws, though she strove until hands and mouth were bleeding.
Suddenly she became silent; a thought of precaution came to her; she lifted from the earth a burden she had dropped there, struggled to a half-standing posture, and, with her foot still in the trap, was endeavoring to approach the end of the hedge near by, to thrust this burden under it, when she opened her throat in a speechless ecstasy of fright on feeling her arm grasped by her captor.
"O-o-o-h! Lawd! o-o-oh! Lawd!" she cried, in a frantic, husky whisper, going down upon her knees, "_Oh, Miche! pou" l"amou" du bon Dieu! Pou"
l"amou du bon Dieu ayez pitie d"ein pov" negresse! Pov" negresse, Miche_, w"at nevva done nutt"n" to n.o.body on"y jis sell _calas_! I iss comin" "long an" step inteh dis-yeh bah-trap by acci_dent_! Ah! _Miche, Miche_, ple-e-ease be good! _Ah! mon Dieu_!--an" de Lawd"ll reward you--"deed "E will, _Miche_!"
"_Qui ci ca?_" asked the Capitain, sternly, stooping and grasping her burden, which she had been trying to conceal under herself.
"Oh, Miche, don" trouble dat! Please jes tek dis yeh trap offen me--da"s all! Oh, don"t, mawstah, ple-e-ease don" spill all my wash"n" t"ings!
"Tain"t nutt"n" but my old dress roll" up into a ball. Oh, please--now, you see? nutt"n" but a po" n.i.g.g.a"s dr--_oh! fo" de love o" G.o.d, Miche Jean-Baptiste, don" open dat ah box! Y"en a rien du tout la-dans, Miche Jean-Baptiste; du tout, du tout_! Oh, my G.o.d! _Miche_, on"y jis teck dis-yeh t"ing off"n my laig, ef yo" _please_, it"s bit"n" me lak a _dawg_!--if you _please, Miche_! Oh! you git kill" if you open dat ah box, Mawse Jean-Baptiste! _Mo" parole d"honneur le plus sacre_--I"ll kiss de cross! Oh, _sweet Miche Jean, laisse moi aller_! Nutt"n" but some dutty close _la-dans_." She repeated this again and again, even after Capitain Jean-Baptiste had disengaged a small black coffin from the old dress in which it was wrapped. "_Rien du tout, Miche_; nutt"n"
but some wash"n" fo" one o" de boys."
He removed the lid and saw within, resting on the cushioned bottom, the image, in myrtle-wax, moulded and painted with some rude skill, of a negro"s b.l.o.o.d.y arm cut off near the shoulder--a _bras coupe_--with a dirk grasped in its hand.
The old woman lifted her eyes to heaven; her teeth chattered; she gasped twice before she could recover utterance. "_Oh, Miche_ Jean-Baptiste, I di" n" mek dat ah! _Mo" te pas fe ca_! I swea" befo" G.o.d! Oh, no, no, no! "Tain" nutt"n" nohow but a lill play-toy, _Miche_. Oh, sweet _Miche Jean_, you not gwan to kill me? I di" n" mek it! It was--ef you lemme go, I tell you who mek it! Sho"s I live I tell you, _Miche Jean_--ef you lemme go! Sho"s G.o.d"s good to me--ef you lemme go! Oh, G.o.d A"mighty, _Miche Jean_, sho"s G.o.d"s good to me."
She was becoming incoherent.
Then Capitain Jean-Baptiste Grandissime for the first time spoke at length:
"Do you see this?" he spoke the French of the Atchafalaya. He put his long flintlock pistol close to her face. "I shall take the trap off; you will walk three feet in front of me; if you make it four I blow your brains out; we shall go to Agricole. But right here, just now, before I count ten, you will tell me who sent you here; at the word ten, if I reach it, I pull the trigger. One--two--three--"
"Oh, _Miche_, she gwan to gib me to de devil wid _houdou_ ef I tell you--Oh, good _Lawdy_!"
But he did not pause.
"Four--five--six--seven--eight--"
"Palmyre!" gasped the negress, and grovelled on the ground.
The trap was loosened from her bleeding leg, the burden placed in her arms, and they disappeared in the direction of the mansion.
A black shape, a boy, the lad who had carried the basil to Frowenfeld, rose up from where he had all this time lain, close against the hedge, and glided off down its black shadow to warn the philosophe.
When Clemence was searched, there was found on her person an old table-knife with its end ground to a point.
CHAPTER LVI
BLOOD FOR A BLOW
It seems to be one of the self-punitive characteristics of tyranny, whether the tyrant be a man, a community, or a caste, to have a pusillanimous fear of its victim. It was not when Clemence lay in irons, it is barely now, that our South is casting off a certain apprehensive tremor, generally latent, but at the slightest provocation active, and now and then violent, concerning her "blacks." This fear, like others similar elsewhere in the world, has always been met by the same one antidote--terrific cruelty to the tyrant"s victim. So we shall presently see the Grandissime ladies, deeming themselves compa.s.sionate, urging their kinsmen to "give the poor wretch a sound whipping and let her go."
Ah! what atrocities are we unconsciously perpetrating North and South now, in the name of mercy or defence, which the advancing light of progressive thought will presently show out in their enormity?
Agricola slept late. He had gone to his room the evening before much incensed at the presumption of some younger Grandissimes who had brought up the subject, and spoken in defence, of their cousin Honore. He had retired, however, not to rest, but to construct an engine of offensive warfare which would revenge him a hundred-fold upon the miserable school of imported thought which had sent its revolting influences to the very Grandissime hearthstone; he wrote a "_Phillipique Generale contre la Conduite du Gouvernement de la Louisiane_" and a short but vigorous chapter in English on "The Insanity of Educating the Ma.s.ses."
This accomplished, he had gone to bed in a condition of peaceful elation, eager for the next day to come that he might take these mighty productions to Joseph Frowenfeld, and make him a present of them for insertion in his book of tables.
Jean-Baptiste felt no need of his advice, that he should rouse him; and, for a long time before the old man awoke, his younger kinsmen were stirring about unwontedly, going and coming through the hall of the mansion, along its verandas and up and down its outer flight of stairs.
Gates were opening and shutting, errands were being carried by negro boys on bareback horses, Charlie Mandarin of St. Bernard parish and an Armand Fusilier from Faubourg Ste. Marie had on some account come--as they told the ladies--"to take breakfast;" and the ladies, not yet informed, amusedly wondering at all this trampling and stage whispering, were up a trifle early. In those days Creole society was a ship, in which the fair s.e.x were all pa.s.sengers and the ruder s.e.x the crew. The ladies of the Grandissime mansion this morning asked pa.s.sengers"
questions, got sailors" answers, retorted wittily and more or less satirically, and laughed often, feeling their constrained insignificance. However, in a house so full of bright-eyed children, with mothers and sisters of all ages as their confederates, the secret was soon out, and before Agricola had left his little cottage in the grove the topic of all tongues was the abysmal treachery and _ingrat.i.tude_ of negro slaves. The whole tribe of Grandissime believed, this morning, in the doctrine of total depravity--of the negro.
And right in the face of this belief, the ladies put forth the generously intentioned prayer for mercy. They were answered that they little knew what frightful perils they were thus inviting upon themselves.
The male Grandissimes were not surprised at this exhibition of weak clemency in their lovely women; they were proud of it; it showed the magnanimity that was natural to the universal Grandissime heart, when not restrained and repressed by the stern necessities of the hour. But Agricola disappointed them. Why should he weaken and hesitate, and suggest delays and middle courses, and stammer over their proposed measures as "extreme"? In very truth, it seemed as though that drivelling, woman-beaten Deutsch apotheke--ha! ha! ha!--in the rue Royale had bewitched Agricola as well as Honore. The fact was, Agricola had never got over the interview which had saved Sylvestre his life.
"Here, Agricole," his kinsmen at length said, "you see you are too old for this sort of thing; besides, it would be bad taste for you, who might be presumed to harbor feelings of revenge, to have a voice in this council." And then they added to one another: "We will wait until "Polyte reports whether or not they have caught Palmyre; much will depend on that."
Agricola, thus ruled out, did a thing he did not fully understand; he rolled up the "_Philippique Generale_" and "The Insanity of Educating the Ma.s.ses," and, with these in one hand and his staff in the other, set out for Frowenfeld"s, not merely smarting but trembling under the humiliation of having been sent, for the first time in his life, to the rear as a non-combatant.
He found the apothecary among his clerks, preparing with his own hands the "chalybeate tonic" for which the f.m.c. was expected to call. Raoul Innerarity stood at his elbow, looking on with an amiable air of having been superseded for the moment by his master.
"Ha-ah! Professor Frowenfeld!"
The old man nourished his scroll.
Frowenfeld said good-morning, and they shook hands across the counter; but the old man"s grasp was so tremulous that the apothecary looked at him again.
"Does my hand tremble, Joseph? It is not strange; I have had much to excite me this morning."
"Wat"s de mattah?" demanded Raoul, quickly.
"My life--which I admit, Professor Frowenfeld, is of little value compared with such a one as yours--has been--if not attempted, at least threatened."
"How?" cried Raoul.
"H-really, Professor, we must agree that a trifle like that ought not to make old Agricola Fusilier nervous. But I find it painful, sir, very painful. I can lift up this right hand, Joseph, and swear I never gave a slave--man or woman--a blow in my life but according to my notion of justice. And now to find my life attempted by former slaves of my own household, and taunted with the righteous hamstringing of a dangerous runaway! But they have apprehended the miscreants; one is actually in hand, and justice will take its course; trust the Grandissimes for that--though, really, Joseph, I a.s.sure you, I counselled leniency."