"You need not answer, good Yola," said the young Creole, with a significant smile. "I know what your answer _ought_ to be, if you were to speak your mind. I think I have heard of this Cubina. Have a care, my girl! These Maroons are a very different sort of men from the coloured people on the plantations. Like me, he is--ha! ha! ha!" and the young beauty glanced coyly at the mirror. "Well, Yola, I"m not angry with you, since it is your sweetheart with whom I am compared.
Love, they say, is a wonderful beautifier; and no doubt Master Cubina is, in your eyes, a perfect Endymion.
"Come girl!" added she, coquettishly tossing the chestnut tresses over her shoulders of ivory, "I fear we have been wasting time. If I"m not ready to receive this grand guest, I"ll get into trouble with papa. Go on, and trick me out in a style becoming the mistress of Mount Welcome."
With a peal of merry laughter at the air of grandeur she had thus jestingly a.s.sumed, the young lady bent down her head, submitting her magnificent _chevelure_ to the manipulation of her maid.
Volume One, Chapter XIII.
QUASHIE.
In less than half an hour after the brief conversation between Mr Montagu Smythje and the young steerage pa.s.senger, the _Sea Nymph_ had got warped into port, and was lying alongside the wharf.
A gangway-plank was stretched from the sh.o.r.e; and over this, men and women, of all shades of colour, from blonde to ebony black, and of as many different callings, came crowding aboard; while the pa.s.sengers, sick of the ship and everything belonging to her, hastened to get on sh.o.r.e.
Half-naked porters--black, brown, and yellow--commenced wrangling over the luggage--dragging trunks, boxes, and bags in every direction but the right one, and clamouring their gumbo jargon with a volubility that resembled the jabbering of apes.
On the wharf appeared a number of wheeled vehicles, that had evidently been awaiting the arrival of the ship--not hackneys, as would have been the case in a European port, but private carriages--some of them handsome "curricles" drawn by a pair, and driven by black Jehus in livery; others only gigs with a single horse, or two-wheelers of even an inferior description--according to the wealth or style of the individual for whose transport each had been brought to the port.
Waggons, too, with teams of oxen--some having eight in the yoke--stood near the landing-place, waiting for baggage: the naked black drivers lounging silently by the animals, or occasionally calling them by their names, and talking to them, just as if their speeches had been understood!
Among the different carriages ranged along the wharf, a handsome barouche appeared conspicuous. It was attached to a pair of cream-coloured horses, splendidly caparisoned. A mulatto coachman sat upon the box, shining in a livery of lightest green, with yellow facings; while a footman, in garments of like hue, attended at the carriage-step, holding the door for some one to get in.
Herbert Vaughan, standing on the fore-deck of the _Sea Nymph_--as yet undecided as to whether he should then go ash.o.r.e--had noticed this magnificent equipage. He was still gazing upon it, when his attention was attracted to two gentlemen, who, having walked direct from the vessel, had just arrived by the side of the carriage. A white servant followed them; and behind were two negro attendants, carrying a number of parcels of light luggage. One of the gentlemen and the white servant were easily recognised by Herbert: they were Mr Montagu Smythje and his valet.
Herbert now recalled the odd expression made use of, but the moment before, by his fellow-pa.s.senger--that he was "consigned" to the proprietor of Mount Welcome.
The carriage having received Mr Montagu Smythje, and the footman having mounted the box--leaving the rumble to the English valet--was driven off at full speed; the second gentleman, who appeared to be an overseer, following on horseback as an escort.
Herbert watched the receding vehicle, until a turn in the road hid it from his view; and then, dropping his eyes towards the deck, he stood for some moments in a reflective att.i.tude,--revolving in his mind some thoughts that were far from agreeable.
No one there to meet _him_ and bid him welcome!
The countenance of the young adventurer became clouded under the influence of this thought; and he stood silently gazing upon the deck with eyes that saw not.
"Sa!" said a negro boy, at this moment stepping up and interrupting his reflections.
"Ha!" rejoined Herbert, looking up and perceiving, with some surprise, that the darkey was regarding him with a fixed stare. "What might you want, my lad? If it be money, I have none to give you."
"Money, sa? wharra fo" Quashie want money? He do wha" ma.s.sr bid. Young buckra ready go now?"
"Ready to go! where?--what mean you, boy?"
"Go fo" da great house."
"Great house! of what great house are you speaking?"
"Moun" Welc"m", sa--Ma.s.sr Va"n. You fo" Ma.s.sr Va"n, sa?"
"What!" exclaimed Herbert, in surprise, at the same time scanning the darkey from head to foot; "how do you know that, my boy?"
"Quashie know dat well "nuf. Cappen ob da big ship, obaseeah say so.
Obaseeah point out young buckra from de waff--he send Quashie fetch young buckra to Moun" Welc"m". Ready go now, sa?"
"You are from Mount Welcome, then?"
"Ya, sa--me hoss-boy da, an" pose-boy--fetch pony for young Englis"
buckra. Obaseeah he bring b"rouche for grand Englis" buckra. Baggage dey go in de ox-waggon."
"Where is your pony?"
"Up yonna, sa; on de waff, sa. Ready go, sa?"
"All right," said Herbert, now comprehending the situation of affairs.
"Shoulder that portmanteau, and toss it into the waggon. Which road am I to take?"
"Can"t miss um road, sa--straight up da ribber till you come to de crossin". Dar you take de road dat don"t lead to da leff--you soon see Moun" Welc"m", sa."
"How far is it?"
"Bout sebben or eight mile, sa--reach dar long "fore sun-down; pony go like de berry lightnin". Sure you no keep to da left by da crossin"."
Thus instructed, the young steerage-pa.s.senger took his departure from the ship--after bidding adieu to the friendly tars, who had treated him so handsomely during his irksome voyage.
With his gun, a single-barrelled fowling-piece, on his shoulder, he strode over the platform, and up the wooden wharf. Then detaching the pony from the wheel of the ox-waggon, to which it had been tied, he threw himself into the saddle, and trotted off along the road pointed out as the one that would conduct him to Mount Welcome.
The excitement produced by the sudden change from ship to sh.o.r.e--the stir of the streets through which he had to pa.s.s--the novel sights and sounds that at every step saluted his eyes and ears--hindered Herbert Vaughan from thinking of anything that concerned himself.
Only for a short time, however, was his mind thus distracted from dwelling on his own affairs. Before he had ridden far, the road-- hitherto bordered by houses--entered under a dark canopy of forest foliage; and the young traveller, all at once, found himself surrounded by a perfect solitude.
Under the sombre shadow of the trees, his spirit soon returned to its former gloomy forebodings; and, riding more slowly over a stretch of the road where the ground was wet and boggy, he fell into a train of thoughts that were anything but pleasant.
The subject of his reflections may be easily guessed. He had not failed to notice--how could he?--the distinction made between himself and his fellow-voyager. While a splendid equipage had been waiting for the latter--and his landing had been made a sort of ovation, how different was the means of transport provided for him!
"By the memory of my father!" muttered he, as he rode on, "it is an insult I shall not overlook: an insult to him more than to myself. But for the fulfilment of _his_ dying wish, I should not go one step farther and as he said this, he drew his rough roadster to a halt--as if half-resolved to put his hypothetic threat into practice.
"Perhaps," he continued, again moving forward, with a more hopeful air, "perhaps there may be some mistake? But no," he added with a strong emphasis on the negative monosyllable, "there can be none! This shallow fop is a young man of fortune--I a child of misfortune;" and he smiled bitterly at the ant.i.thesis he had drawn; "that is the reason why such a distinction has been made between us. Be it so!" he continued, after a pause. "Poor as I am, this churlish relative will find me as proud as himself. I shall return him scorn for scorn. I shall demand an explanation of his behaviour; and the sooner I have it the better!"
As if stimulated by a sense of the outrage, as also by a half-formed purpose of retaliation, the young adventurer gave the whip to his s.h.a.ggy steed, and dashed onward at full gallop.
Volume One, Chapter XIV.
TRAVELLING AT THE TAIL.
For nearly an hour did the cob continue its gallop, without pause or slacking. The road was a wide one, much tracked by wheels; and, as it ran in a direct course, the rider took it for granted he was keeping the right path. Now and then he caught a glimpse of water through the trees--no doubt, the river mentioned in the directions given him by the darkey.
The crossing at length came in sight, causing him to desist from his rapid pace--in order that he might ford the stream. There was no appearance of a bridge. The water, however, was only knee-deep; and, without hesitation, the pony plunged in and waded over.
Herbert halted on the opposite bank: for there appeared in front of him a dilemma. The road forked. The negro boy had warned him of this-- telling him at the same time to take the one that _didn"t_ lead to "da leff"; but instead of two "tines" to the fork, there were _three_!