_Thirty-three_
THE BUYING OF THE SWAMP
"It"s a shame," a.s.serted John Taylor with something like real feeling.
He was spending Sunday with his father-in-law, and both, over their after-dinner cigars, were gazing thoughtfully at the swamp.
"What"s a shame?" asked Colonel Cresswell.
"To see all that timber and prime cotton-land going to waste. Don"t you remember those fine bales of cotton that came out of there several seasons ago?"
The Colonel smoked placidly. "You can"t get it cleared," he said.
"But couldn"t you hire some good workers?"
"n.i.g.g.e.rs won"t work. Now if we had Italians we might do it."
"Yes, and in a few years they"d own the country."
"That"s right; so there we are. There"s only one way to get that swamp cleared."
"How?"
"Sell it to some fool darkey."
"Sell it? It"s too valuable to sell."
"That"s just it. You don"t understand. The only way to get decent work out of some n.i.g.g.e.rs is to let them believe they"re buying land. In nine cases out of ten he works hard a while and then throws up the job. We get back our land and he makes good wages for his work."
"But in the tenth case--suppose he should stick to it?"
"Oh,"--easily, "we could get rid of him when we want to. White people rule here."
John Taylor frowned and looked a little puzzled. He was no moralist, but he had his code and he did not understand Colonel Cresswell. As a matter of fact, Colonel Cresswell was an honest man. In most matters of commerce between men he was punctilious to a degree almost annoying to Taylor. But there was one part of the world which his code of honor did not cover, and he saw no incongruity in the omission. The uninitiated cannot easily picture to himself the mental att.i.tude of a former slaveholder toward property in the hands of a Negro. Such property belonged of right to the master, if the master needed it; and since ridiculous laws safeguarded the property, it was perfectly permissible to circ.u.mvent such laws. No Negro starved on the Cresswell place, neither did any acc.u.mulate property. Colonel Cresswell saw to both matters.
As the Colonel and John Taylor were thus conferring, Zora appeared, coming up the walk.
"Who"s that?" asked the Colonel shading his eyes.
"It"s Zora--the girl who went North with Mrs. Vanderpool," Taylor enlightened him.
"Back, is she? Too trifling to stick to a job, and full of Northern nonsense," growled the Colonel. "Even got a Northern walk--I thought for a moment she was a lady."
Neither of the gentlemen ever dreamed how long, how hard, how heart-wringing was that walk from the gate up the winding way beneath their careless gaze. It was not the coming of the thoughtless, careless girl of five years ago who had marched a dozen times unthinking before the faces of white men. It was the approach of a woman who knew how the world treated women whom it respected; who knew that no such treatment would be thought of in her case: neither the bow, the lifted hat, nor even the conventional t.i.tle of decency. Yet she must go on naturally and easily, boldly but circ.u.mspectly, and play a daring game with two powerful men.
"Can I speak with you a moment, Colonel?" she asked.
The Colonel did not stir or remove his cigar; he even injected a little gruffness into his tone.
"Well, what is it?"
Of course, she was not asked to sit, but she stood with her hands clasped loosely before her and her eyes half veiled.
"Colonel, I"ve got a thousand dollars." She did not mention the other nine.
The Colonel sat up.
"Where did you get it?" he asked.
"Mrs. Vanderpool gave it to me to use in helping the colored people."
"What are you going to do with it?"
"Well, that"s just what I came to see you about. You see, I might give it to the school, but I"ve been thinking that I"d like to buy some land for some of the tenants."
"I"ve got no land to sell," said the Colonel.
"I was thinking you might sell a bit of the swamp."
Cresswell and Taylor glanced at each other and the Colonel re-lit his cigar.
"How much of it?" he asked finally.
"I don"t know; I thought perhaps two hundred acres."
"Two hundred acres? Do you expect to buy that land for five dollars an acre?"
"Oh, no, sir. I thought it might cost as much as twenty-five dollars."
"But you"ve only got a thousand dollars."
"Yes, sir; I thought I might pay that down and then pay the rest from the crops."
"Who"s going to work on the place?"
Zora named a number of the steadiest tenants to whom she had spoken.
"They owe me a lot of money," said the Colonel.
"We"d try to pay that, too."
Colonel Cresswell considered. There was absolutely no risk. The cost of the land, the back debts of the tenants--no possible crops could pay for them. Then there was the chance of getting the swamp cleared for almost nothing.
"How"s the school getting on?" he asked suddenly.
"Very poorly," answered Zora sadly. "You know it"s mortgaged, and Miss Smith has had to use the mortgage money for yearly expenses."