"A _writ_? Why, G.o.d bless you, man, I don"t _owe_ a dollar in the world, but what I can liquidate in ten minutes!"
"Oh, it"s not debt, sir; you may see by the writ it"s _felony!_"
If the man had drawn and c.o.c.ked a revolver at Jenks, the effect upon his nervous system could not have been more startling or powerful. But he recovered his self-possession, and learned with dismay, that he was arrested--yes, _arrested_ as an accessory to a grand scheme of fraud and general villany, on the part of Smith, a conclusion arrived at, by those most interested, upon discovery that Jenks had p.r.o.nounced Smith "good,"
and endorsed for him in sums total, enormously, far beyond Jenks" actual ability to make good!
It was in vain Jenks declared, and no man before ever dreamed of doubting his word, his entire ability to meet all liabilities of his own and others, for whom he kindly become responsible; for when the _bulk_ of Smith"s _paper_ with Jenks" endors.e.m.e.nt was thrust at him, he gave in; saw clearly that he was the victim of a heartless _forger_.
But his calmness, in the midst of his affliction, triumphed, and he rested comparatively easy in jail that night, awaiting the bright future of to-morrow, when his established character, and "troops of friends"
should set all right. But, poor Jenks, he reckoned indeed without his host; to-morrow came, but not "a friend in need;" they saw, in their far-reaching wisdom, a sinking ship, and like sagacious rats, they deserted it!
"I always thought Jenks a very good-natured, or a very _deep_ man," said one.
"I knew he was too generous to last long!" said another.
"I told him he was _green_ to endorse as freely as he did," echoed a third.
"Good fellow," chimed a fourth--"but devilish imprudent."
"He knows what he"s at!" cunningly retorted a fifth, and so the good but misguided Jenks was disposed of by his "troops of friends!"
But Perkins & Ball--they had got up again, were flourishing; they, Jenks felt satisfied, would not show the "white feather," and the thought came to him, in his prison, as _merrily_ as the reverse of that fond hope made him _sad_ and sorrowful, when at the close of day, his attorney informed him, that Perkins & Ball regretted his perplexing situation, but proffered him no aid or comfort. They said, sad experience had shown them, that there were no "bowels of compa.s.sion" in the world for the fallen; men must trust to fortune, G.o.d, and their own exertions, to defeat ill luck and rise from difficulties; _they_ had done so; Mr.
Jenks must not despair, but surmount his misfortunes with a stout heart and a clear conscience, and profit, as they had, _by reverses!_
"Profit!" said Jenks, in a bitter tone, "_profit_ by reverses as _they_ have!"
"Why, Powers," he continued to his counsel, "do you know that if I had been a t.i.the part as base and conscienceless as they are _now_, Perkins & Ball would be beggars, if not inmates of this prison! Yes, sir, my casting vote, of all the rest, would have done it. But no matter; I had hoped to find, in a community where I had been useful, generous and just, friends enough for all practical purposes, without carrying my business difficulties to the fireside of my parents and other relations.
But that I must do now; if, _if they fail me, then---- I cave!_"
Two days after that conference of the lawyer and the merchant, "honest John" learned, with sorrow, that his father was dead; estate involved, and his friends at home in no favorable mood in reference to what they heard of John Jenks and his "bad management" in the city.
John Jenks--heard no more--he "caved!" as he agreed to.
We pa.s.s over Jenks" _Smithsonian_ difficulty, which a prudent lawyer and discerning jury brought out all right.
We come to 1850--some fifteen or eighteen years after John Jenks "caved." The John Jenks of 183- had been ruined by his good nature, set adrift moneyless, in a manner, with even a spotted reputation to begin with; he "profited by his reverses," he was now a man of family--fifty, fat, and wealthy, and altogether the meanest and most selfish man you ever saw!
Jenks freely admits his originality is entirely--"_used up!_" The reader may affix the _moral_ of my sketch--at leisure.
The Greatest Moral Engine.
Say what you will, it"s no use talking, poverty is more potent and powerful, as a moral engine, than all the "sermons and soda water," law, logic, and prison discipline, ever started. All a man wants, while he _has_ a chance to be honest, and to get along smoothly, is a good situation and two dollars a day; give him five dollars a day, and he gets lazy and careless; while at ten, or a hundred a day, he is sure to cultivate beastly feeling, eat and sleep to stupefaction, become a _roue_, or a rotten politician. A poor man, in misery, applies to G.o.d for consolation, while a rich man applies to his banker, and tries on a "bender," or goes on a tour to Europe, and studies foreign folly and French license. Poverty is great; in a Christian community, or a thriving village, it is equal to "martial law," in suppressing moral rebellion and keeping down the "dander!" And how faithful, too, is poverty, says Dr. Litterage, for it sticks to a man after all his friends and the rest of mankind have deserted him!
The Story of Capt. Paul.
I love to speak, I love to write of the mighty West. I have pa.s.sed ten happy and partly pleasant years travelling over the immense tracts of land of the West and South. I have, during that time, garnered up endless themes for my pen. It was my custom, during my travels, to keep a "log," as the mariners have it, and at the close of the day I always noted the occurrences that transpired with me or others, when of interest, and opportunities were favorable to do so.
Several years ago I was stopping at Vevay, Indiana, a small village on the Ohio river, waiting for a steamboat to touch there and take me up to Louisville, Ky. It was in the fall of the year, water was very low, and but few boats running. Shortly after breakfast, I took my rifle and ammunition and started down along the river to amuse myself, and kill time by hunting. Game was scarce, and after strolling along until noon, I got tired and came out to the river to see if any boats were in sight, as well as take shelter from a heavy shower of rain that had come on. I sought an immense old tree, whose broad crown and thick foliage made my shelter as dry as though under a roof, and here I sat down, bending my eyes along the placid, quiet and n.o.ble river, until I was quite lost in silent reverie. The rain poured down, and presently I heard a footstep approaching from the woods behind, and at the same moment a rough, curly dog came smelling along towards me. The dog came up to within a few rods of me and stopped, took a grin at me and then disappeared again. But my further anxiety was soon relieved by the appearance of a tall, gaunt man, dressed in the usual costume of a western woodsman, jean trowsers, hunting shirt, old slouched felt hat, rifle, powder horn, bullet pouch, and sheath knife. He was an old man, face sallow and wrinkled, and hair quite a steelish hue.
"Mornin", stranger," said he; "rayther a wet day for game?"
I replied in the affirmative, and welcomed him to my shelter. Having taken a seat near me, on the fallen trunk of a small tree, the old man, half to himself and partly to me, sighed--
"Ah! yes, yes, _our_ day is fast gwoin over; an entire new set of folks will soon people this country, and the old settler will be all gone, and no more thought of."
"I imagine," said I, interrupting his soliloquy, "that you are an old settler, and have noted vast, wonderful changes here in the Ohio Valley?"
"Wonderful; yes, yes, stranger, thar you"re right; I have seen wonderful changes since I first squatted "yer, thirty-five years ago. Every thing changes about one so, that I skea.r.s.e know the old river any more. "Yer they"ve brought their steamboats puffin", and blowin", and skeerin" off the game, fish, and alligators. "Yer they"ve built thar towns and thar store houses, and thar nice farm houses, and keep up sich a clatter and noise among "em all, that one fond of our old quiet times in the woods, goes nigh bein" distracted with these new matters and folks."
"Well," said I, "neighbor, you old woodsmen will have to do as the Indians have done, and as Daniel Boone did, when the advancing axe of civilization, and the mighty steam and steel arms of enterprise and improvement make the varmints leave their lairs, and the air heavy and clamorous with the gigantic efforts of industry, genius, and wealth, you must _fall back_. Our territories are boundless, and there are yet dense forests, woods, and wilds, where the Indian, lone hunter, and solitary beast, shall rove amid the wild grandeur of G.o.d"s infinite s.p.a.ce for a century yet to come."
"Ah, yes, yes, young man; I should have long since up stakes and rolled before this sweeping tide of new settlers, only I can"t bar to leave this tract "yer; no, stranger, I can"t bar to do it."
"Doubtless," I replied; "one feels a strong love for old homes, a lingering desire to lay one"s bones to their final resting place, near a spot and objects that life and familiarity made dear."
"Yes, yes, stranger, that"s it, that"s it. But look down thar--thar"s what makes this spot dear to me--thar, do you see yon little hillock--yon little mound? Thar"s what keeps old Tom Ward "yer for life."
The old man seemed deeply affected, and sighed heavily, as he wiped the moisture from his eyes with the back of his hand. I gazed down towards the spot he had called my attention to, and there I beheld, indeed, something resembling a solitary and lonely grave; wild flowers bloomed around it, and a flat stone stood at the head, and a small stake at the foot.
""Tisn"t often one comes this way to ask the question, and the Lord knows, stranger, I"m always willing to tell the sad story of that lonely grave. Well, well, it"s no use to grieve always, the red whelps have paid well for thar doins, and now, but few of "em are spared to repent--the Lord forgive "em all," to which I involuntarily echoed--"Amen!"
"Well, stranger, you see, about five-and-thirty years ago, I left Western Virginia to come down "yer in the Ohio valley. I well remember the first glimpse I got of this stream; it war a big stream to me, and I gloried in the sight of it. Thar war but few settlements then upon its banks, and thar war none of your roarin", splashin" steamboats about; but I like the steamboats--thar grand creatures, and go it like high-mettled horses. Well, I war a young man then; me and my brother and our old mother joined in with a neighbor, built a family boat, put in our goods, and started off down the stream, towards the lower part thar of Kentucky.
"Captain Paul, our neighbor, war an old woodsman, though he war a young man; he had a wife and several fine, growin" children along with us, and our journey for many days war prosperous and pleasant. Capt. Paul"s wife"s sister war along with us, a fine young creature she war too. My brother and her I always carc"lated would make a match of it when we reached our journey"s end; but poor Ben, G.o.d bless the boy, he little dreampt he"d be cut off so soon in the prime of life, and leave his bones "yer to rot. I war young too, then, and little thought I should ever come to be this old, withered-up creature you see me now, stranger."
"Why, you appear to be a hearty, hale man yet," said I, encouraging the old man to proceed in his narrative, "and no doubt shoot as well and see as keenly and far as ever?"
"Ay, ay, I can drive a centre purty well yet; but my hand begins to tremble sometimes, and I"m failing--yes, yes, I know I"m failing. But, to go on with my story: I acted as sort of pilot. Then the country were yet pretty full of Ingins, and mighty few cabins war made along the river in them times. The whites and red-skins war eternally fighting. I won"t say which war to blame; the whites killed the creatures off fast enough, and the Ingins took plenty of scalps and war cruel to the white man whenever they fastened on him.
"Our old ark or boat war well loaded down; a few loose boards served as a shelter from the sun and rain, and a few planks spiked to the sides "bove water, kept the swells from rollin" in on us. Two black boys helped the captain and I to manage the boat, and an old black woman waited on the wimin folks and did the cooking.
"You see yon pint thar, up the river?" continued the narrator, pointing his long, bony finger towards a great bend, and a point on the Kentucky side of the stream.
"Yes," I replied, "I see it distinctly."
"Well, it war thar, or jest above thar, about sunset of a pleasant day, that we came drifting along with our flat-boat, or _broad horn_, as they were called in them days, when Captain Paul said he thought it would be a snug place just behind the pint, to tie up to them same big trees yet standin" thar as they did then. Ben, poor Ben and I concluded too, it would be a clever place to camp for the night; so we headed the boat in--for, you see, we always kept in the middle of the stream, as near as possible, to keep clear of the red skins who committed a mighty heap of depredations upon the movers and river traders, by decoyin" the boat on sh.o.r.e, or layin" in ambush and firin" their rifles at the incautious folks in the boats that got too nigh "em. Guina and Joe, the two black boys, rowed enough to get around the pint. We had no fear of the Ingins, as we expected we war beyond thar haunts just thar; mother war gettin"
out the supper things, and Captain Paul"s wife and sister were nestling away the children. Just then, as we got cleverly under the lee of the sh.o.r.e thar, I heard a crack like a dry stick snappin" under foot--
""Thar"s a deer or bar," said the captain.
""Hold on your oars," says I--"boys, I don"t like that--it "tain"t a deer"s tread, nor a bar"s nether," says I.