"I suppose so."
"And, depend upon it, the n.o.blest women in the country will love them and go with them. Blessings upon those women who go into the untrampled lands, and serve G.o.d and suckle heroes! We forget them too often. The Pilgrim Mothers are as grand as the Pilgrim Fathers, every whit. The men, rifle in hand, take possession of the wilderness; the women make it blossom like the rose. No woman is too fair, or bright, or clever, or good to be a pioneer"s wife. If John Millard had been willing to measure out dry goods, or collect debts, I should have had serious doubts about marrying Phyllis to him. If Phyllis had been unwilling to follow John to the frontier, I should have known that she was not worthy of John."
Three days after this conversation John went to New Orleans with the Bishop. The Bishop was upon Church business. John had heard of the colony which had gone with Stephen Austin to Texas, and wished to make further inquiries; for at this time there were three words upon every lip--Santa Anna, Texas, and Houston. At the beginning of John"s visit there had been present in his mind an intention of going from New Orleans to Texas at its close. He was by no means certain that he would stay there, for he mistrusted a Mexican, and was neither disposed to fight under their orders, nor to hold land upon their t.i.tle. But he had heard of the wonderful beauty of the country, of its enchanting atmosphere, and of the plenty which had given it its happy name; and there had been roused in him a vague curiosity, which he was not averse to gratify, especially as the sail was short and pleasant.
He left the Bishop on Ca.n.a.l Street, and went to the St. Charles Hotel.
As he approached it he saw a crowd of men upon the wide steps and the piazza. They were talking in an excited manner, and were evidently under strong emotion. One of them was standing upon a chair, reading aloud a paper. It was the n.o.ble appeal of Sam Houston, "in the holy names of Humanity and Liberty," for help. Travis and his brave little band had fallen, like heroes, every soul of them at his post, in the Alamo. Fannin and his five hundred had just been ma.s.sacred in cold blood, and in defiance of every law of warfare and humanity; and between the Anglo-Americans and a brutal, slaughtering army there was only Houston and a few hundred desperate men. The New Orleans Greys and a company of young Southern gentlemen from Mobile had just sailed.
Every man"s heart was on fire for this young republic of Texas. Her shield was scarcely one month old, and yet it had been bathed in the blood of a thousand martyrs for freedom, and riddled with the bullets of an alien foe.
John caught fire as spirit catches fire. His blood boiled as he listened, his fingers were handling his weapons. He must see Phyllis and go. That little band of eight hundred Americans gathered round Sam Houston, and defying Santa Anna to enslave them, filled his mind.
He could see them retreating across the country, always interposing themselves between their families and the foe; hasting toward the settlements on the Trinity River, carrying their wounded and children as best they could. Every man, women, and child called him; and he cast his lot in with theirs, never caring what woe or weal it might bring him.
The Bishop had promised to call at the hotel for him about four o"clock. John went no farther. He sat there all day talking over the circ.u.mstances of Texas. Nor could the Bishop resist the enthusiasm.
In fact, the condition of the Texans touched him on its religious side very keenly. For the fight was quite as much a fight for religious as for political freedom. Never in old Spain itself had priestcraft wielded a greater power than the Roman priesthood in Texas. They hated and feared an emigration of Americans, for they knew them to be men opposed to tyranny of all kinds, men who thought for themselves, and who would not be dictated to by monks and priests. It was, without doubt, the clerical element which had urged on the military element to the ma.s.sacre at the Alamo and at Goliad. The Bishop was with his countrymen, heart and soul. No man"s eye flashed with a n.o.bler anger than his. "G.o.d defend the brave fellows!" he said, fervently.
"I shall start for Texas to-morrow," said John.
"I don"t see how you can help it, John. I wish I could go with you."
"If you hadn"t been a preacher, you would have made a grand soldier, father."
"John, every good preacher would make a good soldier. I have been fighting under a grand Captain for forty years. And I do acknowledge that the spirit of my forefathers is in me. They fought with Balfour at Drumelog, and with Cromwell at Dunbar. I would reason with the Lord"s enemies, surely, John, I would reason with them; but if they would not listen to reason, and took advantage of mercy and forbearance, I would give them the sword of Gideon and of Cromwell, and the rifles of such men as are with Houston--men born under a free government, and baptized in a free faith."
Richard and Phyllis were standing at the garden gate, watching for their arrival; and before either of them spoke, Phyllis divined that something unusual was occupying their minds. "What is the matter?"
she asked; "you two look as if you had been in a fight, and won a victory."
"We will take the words as a good prophecy," answered the Bishop. "John is going to a n.o.ble warfare, and, I am sure, to a victorious one. Give us a cup of tea, Phyllis, and we will tell you all about it."
John did not need to say a word. He sat at Phyllis"s side, and the Bishop painted the struggling little republic in words that melted and thrilled every heart.
"When do you go, John?" asked Phyllis.
"To-morrow."
And she leaned toward him, and kissed him--a kiss of consecration, of love and approval and sympathy.
Richard"s pale face was also flushed and eager, his black eyes glowing like live coals. "I will go with John," he said; "Texas is my neighbor.
It is a fight for Protestant freedom, at my own door. I am not going to be denied."
"Your duty is at home, Richard. You can help with your prayers and purse. You could not leave your plantation now without serious loss, and you have many to think for besides yourself."
Of the final success of the Texans no one doubted. Their cry for help had been answered from the New England hills and all down the valley of the Mississippi, and along the sh.o.r.es of the Gulf of Mexico and the coasts of Florida. In fact, the first settlers of Texas had been young men from the oldest northern colonies. Mexico had cast longing looks toward those six vigorous States which had grown into power on the cold, barren hills of New England. She believed that if she could induce some of their population to settle within Mexican limits, she could win from them the secret of their success. So a band of hardy, working youths, trained in the district schools of New England and New York, accepted the pledges of gain and protection she offered them, and, with Stephen F. Austin at their head, went to the beautiful land of Western Texas. They had no thought of empire; they were cultivators of the soil; but they carried with them that intelligent love of freedom and that hatred of priestly tyranny which the Spanish nature has never understood, and has always feared.
Very soon the rapidly-increasing number of American colonists frightened the natives, who soon began to oppress the new-comers. The Roman Catholic priesthood were also bitterly opposed to this new Protestant element; and, by their advice, oppressive taxation of every kind was practiced, especially, the extortion of money for t.i.tles to land which had been guaranteed to the colonists by the Mexican government. Austin went to Mexico to remonstrate. He was thrown into a filthy dungeon, where for many a month he never saw a ray of light, nor even the hand that fed him.
In the meantime Santa Anna had made himself Dictator of Mexico, and one of his first acts regarding Texas was to demand the surrender of all the private arms of the settlers. The order was resisted as soon as uttered. Obedience to it meant certain death in one form or other.
For the Americans were among an alien people, in a country overrun by fourteen different tribes of Indians; some of them, as the Comanches, Apaches, and Lipans, peculiarly fierce and cruel. Besides, many families were dependent upon the game and birds which they shot for daily food. To be without their rifles meant starvation. They refused to surrender them.
At Gonzales the people of Dewitt"s Colony had a little four-pounder, which they used to protect themselves from the Indians. Colonel Ugartchea, a Mexican, was sent to take it away from them. Every colonist hastened to its rescue. It was retaken, and the Mexicans pursued to Bexar. Just at this time Austin returned from his Mexican dungeon. No hearing had been granted him. Every man was now well aware that Mexico intended to enslave them, and they rose for their rights and freedom. The land they were on they had bought with their labor or with their gold; and how could they be expected to lay down their rifles, surrounded by an armed hostile race, by a bitter and powerful priesthood, and by tribes of Indians, some of whom were cannibals?
They would hardly have been the sons of the men who defied King John, Charles I., and George III., if they had.
Then came an invading army with the order "to lay waste the American colonies, and slaughter all their inhabitants." And the cry from these Texan colonists touched every State in the Union. There were cords of household love binding them to a thousand homes in older colonies; and there was, also, in the cry that pa.s.sionate protestation against injustice and slavery which n.o.ble hearts can never hear unmoved, and which makes all men brothers.
This was how matters stood when John Millard heard and answered the call of Texas. And that night Phyllis learned one of love"s hardest lessons; she saw, with a pang of fear and amazement, that in a man"s heart love is not the pa.s.sion which swallows up all the rest. Humanity, liberty, that strange sympathy which one brave man has for another, ruled John absolutely. She mingled with all these feelings, and doubtless he loved her the better for them; but she felt it, at first, a trifle hard to share her empire. Of course, when she thought of the position, she acknowledged the beauty and fitness of it; but, in spite of "beauty and fitness," women suffer a little. Their victory is, that they hide the suffering under smiles and brave words, that they resolutely put away all small and selfish feelings, and believe that they would not be loved so well, if honor and virtue and valor were not loved more.
Still it was a very happy evening. Richard and John were at their best; the Bishop full of a sublime enthusiasm; and they lifted Phyllis with them. And O, it is good to sometimes get above our own high-water mark!
to live for an hour with our best ideas! to make little of facts, to take possession of ourselves, and walk as conquerors! Thus, in some blessed intervals we have been poets and philosophers. We have spread liberty, and broken the chains of sin, and seen family life elevated, and the world regenerated. Thank G.o.d for such hours! for though they were spent among ideals, they belong to us henceforth, and are golden threads between this life and a higher one.
"When a flash of truth hath found thee, Where thy foot in darkness trod, When thick clouds dispart around thee, And them standest near to G.o.d.
When a n.o.ble soul comes near thee, In whom kindred virtues dwell, That from faithless doubts can clear thee, And with strengthening love compel; O these are moments, rare fair moments; Sing and shout, and use them well!"
--PROF. BLACKIE.
Richard was the first to remember how many little matters of importance were to be attended to. The Bishop sighed, and looked at the three young faces around him. Perhaps the same thought was in every heart, though no one liked to utter it. A kind of chill, the natural reaction of extreme enthusiasm was about to fall upon them. Phyllis rose. "Let us say "good-night," now," she said; "it is so easy to put it off until we are too tired to say it bravely."
"Go to the piano, Phyllis. We will say it in song;" and the Bishop lifted a hymn book, opened it, and pointed out the hymn to Richard and John.
"Come, we will have a soldier"s hymn, two of as grand verses as Charles Wesley ever wrote:
"Captain of Israel"s host, and Guide Of all who seek the land above, Beneath thy shadow we abide, The cloud of thy protecting love: Our strength thy grace, our rule thy word, Our end the glory of the Lord.
"By thy unerring Spirit led, We shall not in the desert stray; We shall not full direction need; Nor miss our providential way; As far from danger as from fear, While love, almighty love, is near."
The Bishop and Richard went with John to New Orleans in the morning.
Phyllis was glad to be alone. She had tried to send her lover away cheerfully; but there is always the afterward. The "afterward" to Phyllis was an extreme sadness that was almost lethargy. Many crushed souls have these fits of somnolent depression; and it does no good either to reproach them, or to point out that physical infirmity is the cause. They know what the sorrowful sleep of the apostles in the garden of Olivet was, and pity them. Phyllis wept slow, heavy tears until she fell into a deep slumber, and she did not awaken until Harriet was spreading the cloth upon a small table for her lunch.
"Dar, Miss Phill! I"se gwine to bring you some fried chicken and some almond puddin", and a cup of de strongest coffee I kin make. Hungry sorrow is mighty bad to bear, honey!"
"Has Master Richard come back?"
"Not he, Miss Phill. He"s not a-gwine to come back till de black night drive him, ef there"s any thing strange "gwine on in de city; dat"s de way wid all men--aint none of dem worth frettin" "bout."
"Don"t say that, Harriet."
"Aint, Miss Phill; I"se bound to say it. Look at Ma.s.s"r John! gwine off all in a moment like; mighty cur"ous perceeding--mighty cur"ous!"
"He has gone to fight in a grand cause."
"Dat"s jist what dey all say. Let any one beat a drum a thousand miles off, and dey"s all on de rampage to follow it."
"The Bishop thought Master John right to go."
"Bless your heart, Miss Phill! De Bishop! De Bishop! He don"t know no more "an a baby "bout dis world! You should ha" seen de way he take up and put down Ma.s.s"r John"s rifle. Mighty onwillin" he was to put it down--kind ob slow like. I wouldn"t trust de Bishop wid no rifle ef dar was any fightin" gwine on "bout whar he was. De Bishop! He"s jist de same as all de rest, Miss Phill. Dar, honey! here"s de chicken and de coffee; don"t you spile your appet.i.te frettin" "bout any of dem."
"I wish Master Richard was home."
"No wonder; for dar isn"t a mite ob certainty "bout his "tentions.
He jist as like to go off wid a lot ob soldiers as any of de boys, only he"s so mighty keerful ob you, Miss Phill; and den he"s "spectin"
a letter; for de last words he say to me was, "Take care ob de mail, Harriet." De letter come, too. Moke didn"t want to gib it up, but I "sisted upon it. Moke is kind ob plottin" in his temper. He thought Ma.s.s"r Richard would gib him a quarter, mebbe a half-dollar."