"I don"t know, Grandison," replied the colonel, lighting a fresh cigar.
"They "re a desperate set of lunatics, and there "s no telling what they may resort to. But if you stick close to your young master, and remember always that he is your best friend, and understands your real needs, and has your true interests at heart, and if you will be careful to avoid strangers who try to talk to you, you "ll stand a fair chance of getting back to your home and your friends. And if you please your master d.i.c.k, he "ll buy you a present, and a string of beads for Betty to wear when you and she get married in the fall."
"Thanky, marster, thanky, suh," replied Grandison, oozing grat.i.tude at every pore; "you is a good marster, to be sho", suh; yas, "deed you is.
You kin jes" bet me and Mars d.i.c.k gwine git "long jes" lack I wuz own boy ter Mars d.i.c.k. En it won"t be my fault ef he don" want me fer his boy all de time, w"en we come back home ag"in."
"All right, Grandison, you may go now. You need n"t work any more to-day, and here "s a piece of tobacco for you off my own plug."
"Thanky, marster, thanky, marster! You is de bes" marster any n.i.g.g.e.r ever had in dis worl"." And Grandison bowed and sc.r.a.ped and disappeared round the corner, his jaws closing around a large section of the colonel"s best tobacco.
"You may take Grandison," said the colonel to his son. "I allow he "s abolitionist-proof."
III
Richard Owens, Esq., and servant, from Kentucky, registered at the fashionable New York hostelry for Southerners in those days, a hotel where an atmosphere congenial to Southern inst.i.tutions was sedulously maintained. But there were negro waiters in the dining-room, and mulatto bell-boys, and d.i.c.k had no doubt that Grandison, with the native gregariousness and garrulousness of his race, would foregather and palaver with them sooner or later, and d.i.c.k hoped that they would speedily inoculate him with the virus of freedom. For it was not d.i.c.k"s intention to say anything to his servant about his plan to free him, for obvious reasons. To mention one of them, if Grandison should go away, and by legal process be recaptured, his young master"s part in the matter would doubtless become known, which would be embarra.s.sing to d.i.c.k, to say the least. If, on the other hand, he should merely give Grandison sufficient lat.i.tude, he had no doubt he would eventually lose him. For while not exactly skeptical about Grandison"s perfervid loyalty, d.i.c.k had been a somewhat keen observer of human nature, in his own indolent way, and based his expectations upon the force of the example and argument that his servant could scarcely fail to encounter.
Grandison should have a fair chance to become free by his own initiative; if it should become necessary to adopt other measures to get rid of him, it would be time enough to act when the necessity arose; and d.i.c.k Owens was not the youth to take needless trouble.
The young master renewed some acquaintances and made others, and spent a week or two very pleasantly in the best society of the metropolis, easily accessible to a wealthy, well-bred young Southerner, with proper introductions. Young women smiled on him, and young men of convivial habits pressed their hospitalities; but the memory of Charity"s sweet, strong face and clear blue eyes made him proof against the blandishments of the one s.e.x and the persuasions of the other. Meanwhile he kept Grandison supplied with pocket-money, and left him mainly to his own devices. Every night when d.i.c.k came in he hoped he might have to wait upon himself, and every morning he looked forward with pleasure to the prospect of making his toilet unaided. His hopes, however, were doomed to disappointment, for every night when he came in Grandison was on hand with a bootjack, and a nightcap mixed for his young master as the colonel had taught him to mix it, and every morning Grandison appeared with his master"s boots blacked and his clothes brushed, and laid his linen out for the day.
"Grandison," said d.i.c.k one morning, after finishing his toilet, "this is the chance of your life to go around among your own people and see how they live. Have you met any of them?"
"Yas, suh, I "s seen some of "em. But I don" keer nuffin fer "em, suh.
Dey "re diffe"nt f"m de n.i.g.g.e.rs down ou" way. Dey "lows dey "re free, but dey ain" got sense "nuff ter know dey ain" half as well off as dey would be down Souf, whar dey "d be "predated."
When two weeks had pa.s.sed without any apparent effect of evil example upon Grandison, d.i.c.k resolved to go on to Boston, where he thought the atmosphere might prove more favorable to his ends. After he had been at the Revere House for a day or two without losing Grandison, he decided upon slightly different tactics.
Having ascertained from a city directory the addresses of several well-known abolitionists, he wrote them each a letter something like this:----
Dear Friend and Brother:----
A wicked slaveholder from Kentucky, stopping at the Revere House, has dared to insult the liberty-loving people of Boston by bringing his slave into their midst. Shall this be tolerated? Or shall steps be taken in the name of liberty to rescue a fellow-man from bondage? For obvious reasons I can only sign myself,
A Friend of Humanity.
That his letter might have an opportunity to prove effective, d.i.c.k made it a point to send Grandison away from the hotel on various errands. On one of these occasions d.i.c.k watched him for quite a distance down the street. Grandison had scarcely left the hotel when a long-haired, sharp-featured man came out behind him, followed him, soon overtook him, and kept along beside him until they turned the next corner. d.i.c.k"s hopes were roused by this spectacle, but sank correspondingly when Grandison returned to the hotel. As Grandison said nothing about the encounter, d.i.c.k hoped there might be some self-consciousness behind this unexpected reticence, the results of which might develop later on.
But Grandison was on hand again when his master came back to the hotel at night, and was in attendance again in the morning, with hot water, to a.s.sist at his master"s toilet. d.i.c.k sent him on further errands from day to day, and upon one occasion came squarely up to him--inadvertently of course--while Grandison was engaged in conversation with a young white man in clerical garb. When Grandison saw d.i.c.k approaching, he edged away from the preacher and hastened toward his master, with a very evident expression of relief upon his countenance.
"Mars d.i.c.k," he said, "dese yer abolitioners is jes" pesterin" de life out er me tryin" ter git me ter run away. I don" pay no "tention ter "em, but dey riles me so sometimes dat I "m feared I "ll hit some of "em some er dese days, an" dat mought git me inter trouble. I ain" said nuffin" ter you "bout it, Mars d.i.c.k, fer I did n" wanter "sturb yo"
min"; but I don" like it, suh; no, suh, I don"! Is we gwine back home "fo" long, Mars d.i.c.k?"
"We "ll be going back soon enough," replied d.i.c.k somewhat shortly, while he inwardly cursed the stupidity of a slave who could be free and would not, and registered a secret vow that if he were unable to get rid of Grandison without a.s.sa.s.sinating him, and were therefore compelled to take him back to Kentucky, he would see that Grandison got a taste of an article of slavery that would make him regret his wasted opportunities.
Meanwhile he determined to tempt his servant yet more strongly.
"Grandison," he said next morning, "I "m going away for a day or two, but I shall leave you here. I shall lock up a hundred dollars in this drawer and give you the key. If you need any of it, use it and enjoy yourself,--spend it all if you like,--for this is probably the last chance you "ll have for some time to be in a free State, and you "d better enjoy your liberty while you may."
When he came back a couple of days later and found the faithful Grandison at his post, and the hundred dollars intact, d.i.c.k felt seriously annoyed. His vexation was increased by the fact that he could not express his feelings adequately. He did not even scold Grandison; how could he, indeed, find fault with one who so sensibly recognized his true place in the economy of civilization, and kept it with such touching fidelity?
"I can"t say a thing to him," groaned d.i.c.k. "He deserves a leather medal, made out of his own hide tanned. I reckon I "ll write to father and let him know what a model servant he has given me."
He wrote his father a letter which made the colonel swell with pride and pleasure. "I really think," the colonel observed to one of his friends, "that d.i.c.k ought to have the n.i.g.g.e.r interviewed by the Boston papers, so that they may see how contented and happy our darkeys really are."
d.i.c.k also wrote a long letter to Charity Lomax, in which he said, among many other things, that if she knew how hard he was working, and under what difficulties, to accomplish something serious for her sake, she would no longer keep him in suspense, but overwhelm him with love and admiration.
Having thus exhausted without result the more obvious methods of getting rid of Grandison, and diplomacy having also proved a failure, d.i.c.k was forced to consider more radical measures. Of course he might run away himself, and abandon Grandison, but this would be merely to leave him in the United States, where he was still a slave, and where, with his notions of loyalty, he would speedily be reclaimed. It was necessary, in order to accomplish the purpose of his trip to the North, to leave Grandison permanently in Canada, where he would be legally free.
"I might extend my trip to Canada," he reflected, "but that would be too palpable. I have it! I "ll visit Niagara Falls on the way home, and lose him on the Canada side. When he once realizes that he is actually free, I "ll warrant that he "ll stay."
So the next day saw them westward bound, and in due course of time, by the somewhat slow conveyances of the period, they found themselves at Niagara. d.i.c.k walked and drove about the Falls for several days, taking Grandison along with him on most occasions. One morning they stood on the Canadian side, watching the wild whirl of the waters below them.
"Grandison," said d.i.c.k, raising his voice above the roar of the cataract, "do you know where you are now?"
"I "s wid you, Mars d.i.c.k; dat "s all I keers."
"You are now in Canada, Grandison, where your people go when they run away from their masters. If you wished, Grandison, you might walk away from me this very minute, and I could not lay my hand upon you to take you back."
Grandison looked around uneasily.
"Let "s go back ober de ribber, Mars d.i.c.k. I "s feared I "ll lose you ovuh heah, an" den I won" hab no marster, an" won"t nebber be able to git back home no mo"."
Discouraged, but not yet hopeless, d.i.c.k said, a few minutes later,----
"Grandison, I "m going up the road a bit, to the inn over yonder. You stay here until I return. I "ll not be gone a great while."
Grandison"s eyes opened wide and he looked somewhat fearful.
"Is dey any er dem dadblasted abolitioners roun" heah, Mars d.i.c.k?"
"I don"t imagine that there are," replied his master, hoping there might be. "But I "m not afraid of _your_ running away, Grandison. I only wish I were," he added to himself.
d.i.c.k walked leisurely down the road to where the whitewashed inn, built of stone, with true British solidity, loomed up through the trees by the roadside. Arrived there he ordered a gla.s.s of ale and a sandwich, and took a seat at a table by a window, from which he could see Grandison in the distance. For a while he hoped that the seed he had sown might have fallen on fertile ground, and that Grandison, relieved from the restraining power of a master"s eye, and finding himself in a free country, might get up and walk away; but the hope was vain, for Grandison remained faithfully at his post, awaiting his master"s return.
He had seated himself on a broad flat stone, and, turning his eyes away from the grand and awe-inspiring spectacle that lay close at hand, was looking anxiously toward the inn where his master sat cursing his ill-timed fidelity.
By and by a girl came into the room to serve his order, and d.i.c.k very naturally glanced at her; and as she was young and pretty and remained in attendance, it was some minutes before he looked for Grandison. When he did so his faithful servant had disappeared.
To pay his reckoning and go away without the change was a matter quickly accomplished. Retracing his footsteps toward the Falls, he saw, to his great disgust, as he approached the spot where he had left Grandison, the familiar form of his servant stretched out on the ground, his face to the sun, his mouth open, sleeping the time away, oblivious alike to the grandeur of the scenery, the thunderous roar of the cataract, or the insidious voice of sentiment.
"Grandison," soliloquized his master, as he stood gazing down at his ebony enc.u.mbrance, "I do not deserve to be an American citizen; I ought not to have the advantages I possess over you; and I certainly am not worthy of Charity Lomax, if I am not smart enough to get rid of you. I have an idea! You shall yet be free, and I will be the instrument of your deliverance. Sleep on, faithful and affectionate servitor, and dream of the blue gra.s.s and the bright skies of old Kentucky, for it is only in your dreams that you will ever see them again!"
d.i.c.k retraced his footsteps towards the inn. The young woman chanced to look out of the window and saw the handsome young gentleman she had waited on a few minutes before, standing in the road a short distance away, apparently engaged in earnest conversation with a colored man employed as hostler for the inn. She thought she saw something pa.s.s from the white man to the other, but at that moment her duties called her away from the window, and when she looked out again the young gentleman had disappeared, and the hostler, with two other young men of the neighborhood, one white and one colored, were walking rapidly towards the Falls.
IV