He was as good as his implied promise, but the day began discouragingly with an extra and, as it seemed to Hannibal, an unnecessary amount of soap and water.
"You owe it to yo"self to show a clean skin in the house of worship.
Just suppose one of them nice ladies was to cast her eye back of yo"
ears! She"d surely be put out to name it offhand whether you was black or white. I reckon I"ll have to barber you some, too, with the shears."
"What"s school like, Uncle Bob?" asked Hannibal, twisting and squirming under the big resolute hands of the man.
"I can"t just say what it"s like."
"Why, didn"t you ever go to school, Uncle Bob?"
"Didn"t I ever go to school! Where do you reckon I got my education, anyhow? I went to school several times in my young days."
"On a Sunday, like this?"
"No, the school I tackled was on a week-day."
"Was it hard?" asked Hannibal, who was beginning to cherish secret misgivings; for surely all this soap and water must have some sinister portent.
"Well, some learn easier than others. I learned middling easy--it didn"t take me long--and when I felt I knowed enough I just naturally quit and went on about my business."
"But what did you learn?" insisted the boy.
"You-all wouldn"t know if I told you, because you-all ain"t ever been to school yo"self. When you"ve had yo" education we"ll talk over what I learned--it mostly come out of a book." He hoped his general statement would satisfy Hannibal, but it failed to do so.
"What"s a book. Uncle Bob?" he demanded.
"Well, whatever a body don"t know naturally he gets out of a book. I reckon the way you twist, Nevvy, mebby you"d admire fo" to lose an ear!"
and Mr. Yancy refused further to discuss the knowledge he had garnered in his youth.
Hannibal and Yancy were the first to arrive at the deserted cabin in the old field that afternoon. They found the place had been recently cleaned and swept, while about the wall was ranged a row of benches; there was also a table and two chairs. Yancy inspected the premises with the eye of mature experience.
"Yes, it surely is a school; any one with an education would know that.
Just look!--ain"t you glad yo" Uncle Bob slicked you up some, now you see what them ladies has done fo" to make this place tidy?"
Shy children from the pine woods, big brothers with little sisters and big sisters with little brothers, drifted out of the encircling forest.
Coincident with the arrival of the last of these stragglers Mrs. Ferris and Miss Malroy appeared, attended by a colored groom.
"It was so good of you to come, Mr. Yancy! The children won"t feel so shy with you here," said Mrs. Ferris warmly, as Yancy a.s.sisted her to dismount, an act of courtesy that called for his finest courage.
Mrs. Ferris" missionary spirit manifested itself agreeably enough on the whole. When she had ranged her flock in a solemn-faced row on the benches, she began by explaining why Sunday was set apart for a day of rest, touching but lightly on its deeper significance as a day of worship as well; then she read certain chapters from the Bible, finishing with the story of David, a narrative that made a deep impression upon Yancy, comfortably seated in the doorway.
"Can"t you tell the children a story, Mr. Yancy? Something about their own neighborhood I think would be nice, something with a moral," the pleasant earnest voice f Mrs. Ferris roused the Scratch Hiller from his meditations.
"Yes, ma"am, I reckon I can tell "em a story." He stood up, filling the doorway with his bulk. "I can tell you-all a story about this here house," he said, addressing himself to the children. He smiled happily.
"You-all don"t need to look so solemn, a body ain"t going to snap at you! This house are the old Blount cabin, but the Blounts done moved away from it years and years ago. They"re down Fayetteville way now.
There was a pa.s.sel of "em and they was about as common a lot of white folks as you"d find anywhere; I know, because I come to a dance here once and Dave Blount called me a liar right in this very room." He paused, that this impressive fact might disseminate itself. Hannibal slid forward in his seat, his earnest little face bent on Yancy.
"Why did he call you a liar, Uncle Bob?" he demanded.
"Well, I scarcely know, Nevvy, but that"s what he done, and he stuck some words in front of it that ain"t fitten I should repeat."
Miss Malroy"s cheeks had become very red, and Mrs. Ferris refused to meet her eye, while the children were in a flutter of pleased expectancy. They felt the wholly contemporary interest of Yancy"s story; he was dealing with forms of speech which prevailed and were usually provocative of consequences more or less serious. He gave them a wide, sunny smile.
"When Dave Blount called me that, I struck out fo" home." At this surprising turn in the narrative the children looked their disgust, and Mrs. Ferris shot Betty a triumphant glance. "Yes, ma"am, I struck out across the fields fo" home, I didn"t wish to hear no mo" of that loose kind of talk. When I got home I found my old daddy setting up afo" the fire, and he says, "You come away early, son." I told him what Dave Blount had called me and he says, "You acted like a gentleman, Bob, with all them womenfolks about.""
"You had a very good and sensible father, Mr. Yancy. How much better than if--" began Mrs. Ferris, who feared that the moral might elude him.
"Yes, ma"am, but along about day he come into the loft where I was sleeping and says to me, "Sun-up, Bob--time fo" you to haul on yo" pants and go back yonder and fetch that Dave Blount a smack in the jaw."" Mrs.
Ferris moved uneasily in her chair: "I dressed and come here, but when I asked fo" Dave he wouldn"t step outside, so I just lost patience with his foolishness and took a crack at him standing where I"m standing now, but he ducked and you can still see, ma"am"--turning to the embarra.s.sed Mrs. Ferris--"where my knuckles made a dint in the door-jamb. I got him the next lick, though!"
Mr. Yancy"s moral tale had reached its conclusion; it was not for him to boast unduly of his prowess.
"Uncle Bob, you lift me up and show me them dints!" and Hannibal slipped from his seat.
"Oh, no!" said Betty Malroy laughing. She captured the boy and drew him down beside her on a corner of her chair. "I am sure you don"t want to see the dents--Mr. Yancy"s story, children, is to teach us how important it is to guard our words--and not give way to hasty speech--"
"Betty!" cried Mrs. Ferris indignantly.
"Judith, the moral is as obvious as it is necessary."
Mrs. Ferris gave her a reproachful look and turned to the children.
"You will all be here next Sunday, won"t you?--and at the same hour?"
she said, rising.
There was a sudden clatter of hoofs beyond the door. A man, well dressed and well mounted had ridden into the yard. As Mrs. Ferris came from the cabin he flung himself out of the saddle and, hat in hand, approached her.
"I am hunting a place called the Barony; can you tell me if I am on the right road?" he asked. He was a man in the early thirties, graceful and powerful of build, with a handsome face.
"It is my husband you wish to see? I am Mrs. Ferris."
"Then General Quintard is dead?" His tone was one of surprise.
"His death occurred over a year ago, and my husband now owns the Barony; were you a friend of the general"s?"
"No, Madam; he was my father"s friend, but I had hoped to meet him." His manner was adroit and plausible.
Mrs. Ferris hesitated. The stranger"s dress and bearing was that of a gentleman, and he could boast of his father"s friendship with General Quintard. Any doubts she may have had she put aside.
"Will you ride on with us to the Barony and meet my husband, Mr.--?" she paused.
"Murrell--Captain Murrell. Thank you; I should like to see the old place. I should highly value the privilege," then his eyes rested on Miss Malroy.
"Betty, let me present Captain Murrell."
The captain bowed, giving her a glance of bold admiration.
By this time the children had straggled off into the pine woods as silently as they had a.s.sembled; only Yancy and Hannibal remained. Mrs.