Sam arrived at half-past nine, and the Colonel strolled down Broadway with him to the little park at Bowling Green. He found a seat and bade Sam sit down beside him.
The boy watched the expression on his old master"s face with dread. He had a pretty clear idea what this interview was to be about and he had made up his mind on the answer. His uncle, who had been freed five years before, had written him a glowing letter about Liberia.
He dreaded the subject.
"You know, of course, Sam," the Colonel began, "that your life is now in your own hands and that I can only advise you as a friend."
"An" I sho"s glad ter have ye he"p me, Ma.r.s.e Robert."
"I"m going to give you the best advice I can. I"m going to advise you to do exactly what I would do if I were in your place."
"Ya.s.sah."
"If I were you, Sam, I wouldn"t stay in this country. I"d go back to the land of my black fathers, to its tropic suns and rich soil. You can never be a full-grown man here. The North won"t have you as such. The hotel wouldn"t let you sleep under its roof, in spite of my protest that you were my body-servant. In the South the old shadow of your birth will be with you. If you wish to lift up your head and be a man it can"t be here. No matter what comes in the future. If every black man, woman and child were set free to-morrow, there are not enough negroes to live alone. The white man will never make you his equal in the world he is building. I"ve secured your pa.s.sage to Liberia and I will pay for it without touching the money which I gave you. What do you think of it?"
Sam scratched his head and looked away embarra.s.sed. He spoke timidly at first, but with growing a.s.surance.
"I"se powerful "fraid dat Liberia"s a long way frum home, Ma.r.s.e Robert."
"It is. But if you wish to be a full-grown man, it"s your chance to-day.
It will be the one chance of your people in the future as well. Can you make up your mind to face the loneliness and build your home under your own vine and fig tree? There you can look every man in the face, conscious that you"re as good as he is and that the world is yours."
"I"se feared I ain"t got de s.p.u.n.k, Ma.r.s.e Robert."
"The gold in your pocket will build you a house on public lands. You know how to farm. Africa has a great future. You"ve seen our life. We"ve taught you to work, to laugh, to play, to worship G.o.d, to love your home and your people. You"re only twenty years old. I envy you the wealth of youth. I"ve reached the hilltop of life. Your way is still upward for a quarter of a century. It"s the morning of life, boy, and a new world calls you. Will you hear it and go?"
"I"se skeered, Ma.r.s.e Robert," Sam persisted, shaking his head gravely.
Lee saw the hopelessness of his task and changed his point of appeal.
"What do you think of doing?"
"Who, me?"
"Who else? I can"t think for you any longer."
"Oh, I"ll be all right, sah. I foun" er lot er good colored friends in de bordin" house las" night. Wid dat five hundred dollars, I be livin"
in clover here, sah, sho. I done talk wid a feller "bout goin" in business."
"What line of business?"
"He gwine ter sho me ter-day, sah."
"You don"t think you might change your mind about Liberia?"
"Na sah. I don"t like my uncle dat"s ober dar, nohow."
"Then I can"t help you any more, Sam?"
"Na sah, Ma.r.s.e Robert. Y"u been de bes" master any n.i.g.g.e.r eber had in dis worl" an" I ain"t nebber gwine ter fergit dat. When I feels dem five hundred dollars in my pocket I des swells up lak I gwine ter bust. I"se dat proud o" myse"f an" my ole marster dat gimme a start. Lordee, sah, hit"s des gwine ter be fun fer me ter git long an" I mak" my fortune right here. Ye see ef I don"t--"
Lee smiled indulgently.
"Watch out you don"t lose the little one I gave you."
"Ya.s.sah, I got hit all sewed up in my close."
The old master saw that further argument would be useless. He rose wondering if his act of emanc.i.p.ation were not an act of cowardice--the shirking of responsibility for the boy"s life. His mouth closed firmly.
That was just the point about the inst.i.tution of Slavery. No such responsibility should be placed on any man"s shoulders.
Sam insisted on ministering to the wants of the family until he saw them safely on the boat for West Point. He waved each member a long goodbye.
And then hurried to his new chum at the boarding house on Water Street.
This dusky friend had won Sam"s confidence by his genial ways on the first night of their acquaintance. He had learned that Sam had just been freed. That this was his first trip to New York though he spoke with careless ease of his knowledge of Washington.
But the most important fact revealed was that he had lately come into money through the generosity of his former master. The sable New Yorker evinced no curiosity about the amount.
After four days of joy he waked from a sickening stupor. He found himself lying in a filthy alley at dawn, bareheaded, his coat torn up the back, every dollar gone and his friend nowhere to be found.
Colonel Lee had given him the address of three clergymen and told him to call on them for help if he had any trouble. He looked everywhere for these cards. They couldn"t be found. He had been so c.o.c.ksure of himself he had lost them. He couldn"t make up his mind to stoop to blacking boots and cleaning spittoons. He had always lived with aristocrats. He felt himself one to his finger tips.
There was but one thing he could do that seemed to be needed up here.
He could handle tobacco. He could stem the leaf. He had learned that at Arlington in helping Ben superintend the curing of the weed for the servants" use.
He made the rounds of the factories only to find that the larger part of this work was done in tenement homes. He spent a day finding one of these workshops.
They offered to take him in as a boarder and give him sixty cents a day.
He could have a pallet beside the six children in the other room and a place to put his trunk. Sixty cents a day would pay his room rent and give him barely enough food to keep body and soul together.
He hurried back to his boarding house, threw the little trunk on his back and trudged to the tobacco tenement. When he arrived no one stopped work. The mother waved her hand to the rear. He placed his trunk in a dark corner, came out and settled to the task of stemming tobacco.
He did his work with a skill and ease that fascinated the children. He took time to show them how to grip the leaf to best advantage and rip the stem with a quick movement that left scarcely a trace of the weed clinging to it. He worked with a swinging movement of his body and began to sing in soft, low tones.
The wizened eyes brightened, and when he stopped one of them whispered:
"More, black man. Sing some more!"
He sang one more song and choked. His eye caught the look of mortal weariness in the tired face of the little girl of six and his voice wouldn"t work.
"G.o.ddermighty!" he muttered, "dese here babies ought not ter be wukkin lak dis!"
When lunch time came the six children begged Sam to live in the place and take his meals with them.
Their mother joined in the plea and offered to board him for thirty cents a day. This would leave him a few cents to spend outside. He couldn"t yet figure on clothes. It didn"t seem right to have to pay for such things. Anyhow he had enough to last him awhile.
He decided to accept the offer and live as a boarder with the family.
The lunch was discouraging. A piece of cold bread and a gla.s.s of water from the hydrant. Sam volunteered to bring the water.
The hydrant was the only water supply for the six hundred people whose houses touched the alley. It stood in the center. The only drainage was a sink in front of it. All the water used had to be carried up the stairs and the slops carried down. The tired people did little carrying downstairs. Pans and pails full of dishwater were emptied out the windows with no care for the pa.s.ser below. Scarcely a day pa.s.sed without a fight from this cause. A fight in the quarter was always a pleasure to the settlement.