"What"s your name?" Lou asked him. He said nothing. When Lou stepped toward him, he yelled and threw the blanket over his head, his little body shaking hard under the cover. Lou retreated all the way out of the crazy house.
She looked around until she saw Billy over at the barn peering in the open double doors. She crossed the yard quietly and looked over his shoulder. George Davis was no more than ten feet from them. The mare was on the straw floor. Protruding from her, and covered in the co-c.o.o.nish white birth sac, was one foreleg and shoulder of the foal. Davis was pulling on the slicked leg, cursing. The barn floor was plank, not dirt. In the blaze of a number of lanterns, Lou could see rows of shiny tools neatly lining the walls.
Unable to stand Davis"s coa.r.s.e language and the mare"s suffering, Lou went and sat on the front porch. Billy came and slumped next to her. "Your farm looks pretty big," she said.
"Pa hire men to help him work it. But when I get to be a man, he ain"t need "em. I do it."
They heard George Davis holler from the barn, and they both jumped. Billy looked embarra.s.sed and dug at the dirt with his big toe.
"I"m sorry for putting that snake in your pail."
He looked at her, surprised. "I done it to you first."
"That still doesn"t make it right."
"Pa kill a man if he done that to him."
Lou could see the terror in the boy"s eyes, and her heart went out to Billy Davis.
"You"re not your pa. And you don"t have to be."
Billy looked nervous. "I ain"t tell him I was fetching Miss Louisa. Don"t know what he say when he sees y"all."
"We"re just here to help your mother. He can"t have a problem with that."
"That right?"
They looked up into the face of George Davis, who stood before them, equine blood and slime coating his shirt and dripping down both arms. Dust swirled around his legs like visible heat, as though mountain had been shucked to desert.
Billy stood in front of Lou. "Pa. How"s the foal?"
"Dead." The way he said it made every part of Lou shake. He pointed at her. "What the h.e.l.l is this?"
"I got them to come help with the baby. Miss Louisa"s in with Ma."
George looked over at the door and then back at Billy. The look in his eye was so terrible that Lou was sure the man was going to kill her right there.
"That woman in my house, boy?"
"It"s time." They all looked toward the door where Louisa now stood. "Baby"s coming," she said.
Davis shoved his son aside, and Lou jumped out of the way as he stalked up to the door.
"Gawd d.a.m.nit, you got no business here, woman. Get the h.e.l.l off my land afore you get the b.u.t.t of my shotgun agin your head, and that d.a.m.n girl too."
Louisa took not one step back. "You can help with the baby coming, or not. Up to you. Come on, Lou, and you too, Billy. Gonna need both y"all."
It was clear though that George wasn"t going to let them go. Louisa was very strong for her age, and taller than Davis, but still, it would not be much of a fight.
And then from the woods they heard the scream. It was the same sound Lou had heard the first night at the well, but even more horrifying somehow, as though whatever it was, was very close and bearing down on them. Even Louisa stared out apprehensively into the darkness.
George Davis took a step back, his hand clenched, as though hoping for a gun to be there. Louisa clutched the children and pulled them in with her. Davis made no move to stop them, but he did call out, "You just make sure it"s a d.a.m.n boy this time. If"n it"s a girl, you just let it die. You hear me? Don"t need me no more gawd d.a.m.n girls!"
As Sally pushed hard, Louisa"s pulse quickened when she first saw the b.u.t.tocks of the baby, followed by one of its feet. She knew she didn"t have long to get the child out before the cord was crushed between the baby"s head and Sally"s bone. As she watched, the pains pushed the other foot out.
"Lou," she said, "over here, quick, child." Louisa caught the baby"s feet in her right hand and lifted the body up so that the contractions would not have to carry the weight of the baby, and so as to better the angle of the head coming through. She knew they were fortunate that after so many births, Sally Davis"s bones would be spread wide. "Push, Sally, push, honey," Louisa called out.
Louisa took Lou"s hands and directed them to a spot on Sally"s lower abdomen. "Got to get the head out fast," she told Lou, "push right there, hard as you can. Don"t worry, ain"t hurt the baby none, belly wall hard."
Lou bore down with all her weight while Sally pushed and screamed and Louisa lifted the baby"s body higher.
Louisa called out like she was marking water depth on a riverboat. Neck showing, she said, and then she could see hair. And then the entire head showed, and then she was holding the child, and telling Sally to rest, that it was over.
Louisa said a prayer of thanks when she saw it was a boy. It was awfully small, though, and its color poor. She had Lou and Billy heat up cans of water while she tied off the cord in two spots with the bobbin string and then cut the cord in between these points with a pair of boiled scissors. She wrapped me cord in one of the clean, dry cloths that Lou had baked in the oven and tied another of the baked cloths snugly against the baby"s left side. She used sweet oil to clean the baby off, washed him with soap and warm water, and then wrapped him in a blanket and gave the boy to his mother.
Louisa placed a hand on Sally"s belly and felt to see if the womb was hard and small, which is what she wanted. If it was large and soft, that might mean bleeding inside, she told Lou in a small voice. However, the belly was small and tight. "We fine," she told a relieved Lou.
Next, Louisa took the newborn and laid it on the bed. She took a small wax ampule from her lard bucket and from it took out a small gla.s.s vial. She had Lou hold the baby"s eyes open while Louisa placed two drops inside each one, while the child squirmed and cried out.
She told Lou, "So baby ain"t go blind. Travis Barnes gimme it. Law say you got to do this."
Using the hot cans and some blankets, Louisa fashioned a crude incubator and placed the baby in it. His breathing was so shallow she kept sticking a goose feather under his mouth to see the ripple of air graze it.
Thirty minutes later the last contractions pushed the afterbirth out and Louisa and Lou cleaned that up, changing the sheets once more and scrubbing the mother down for the final time using the last of the baked cloths.
The last things Louisa took out from her bucket were a pencil and a slip of paper. She gave them to Lou and told her to write down the day"s date and time. Louisa pulled an old windup pocket watch from her trousers and told Lou the time of birth.
"Sally, what you be calling the baby?" Louisa asked.
Sally looked over at Lou. "She call you Lou, that be your name, girl?" she asked in a weak voice.
"Yes. Well, sort of," said Lou.
"Then it be Lou. After you, child. I thank you."
Lou looked astonished. "What about your husband?"
"He ain"t care if"n it got name or ain"t got one. Only if" n it a boy and it work. And I ain"t seed him in here hepping. Name"s Lou. Put it down now, girl."
Louisa smiled as Lou wrote down the name Lou Davis.
"We give that to Cotton," Louisa said. "He take it on down the courthouse so"s everybody know we got us another beautiful child on this mountain."
Sally fell asleep and Louisa sat there with mother and son all night, rousing Sally to nurse when Lou Davis cried and smacked his lips. George Davis never once entered the room. They could hear him stomping around in the front for some time, and then the door slammed shut.
Louisa slipped out several times to check on the other children. She gave Billy, Jesse, and the other boy, whose name Louisa didn"t know, a small jar of mola.s.ses and some biscuits she had brought with her. It pained her to see how fast the children devoured this simple meal. She also gave Billy a jar of strawberry jelly and some corn-bread to save for the other children when they woke.
They left in the late morning. Mother was doing fine, and the baby"s color had improved greatly. He was nursing feverishly, and the boy"s lungs seemed strong.
Sally and Billy said their thanks, and even Jesse managed a grunt. But Lou noticed that the stove was cold and there was no smell of food.
George Davis and his hired men were in the fields. But before Billy joined them, Louisa took the boy aside and talked with him about things Lou could not hear.
As they drove the wagon out, they pa.s.sed corrals filled with enough cattle to qualify as a herd, and hogs and sheep, a yard full of hens, four fine horses, and double that number of mules. The crop fields extended as far as the eye could see, and dangerous barbed wire encircled all of it. Lou could see George and his men working the fields with mechanized equipment, clouds of dirt being thrown up from the swift pace of the machines.
"They have more fields and livestock than we do," Lou said. "So how come they don"t have anything to eat?"
" "Cause their daddy want it that way. And his daddy were the same way with George Davis. Tight with a dollar. Didn"t let none go till his feet wedged agin root."
They rattled by one building and Louisa pointed out a st.u.r.dy padlock on the door. "Man"11 let the meat in that smokehouse rot rot afore he give it up to his children. George Davis sells every last bit of his crop down at the lumber camp, and to the miners, and hauls it to Tremont and d.i.c.kens." She pointed to a large building that had a line of doors all around the first floor. The doors were open, and plainly visible inside were large green plant leaves hanging from hooks. "That"s burley tobacco curing. It weakens the soil, and what he don"t chew hisself, he sells. He got that still and ain"t never drunk a drop of the corn whiskey, but sells that wicked syrup to other men who ought be spending their time and money on they"s families. And he goes round with a fat roll of dollar bills, and got this nice farm, and all them fancy machines, and man let his family starve." She flicked the reins. "But I got to feel sorry for him in a way, for he be the most miserable soul I ever come across. Now, one day G.o.d"ll let George Davis know "xactly what He thinks of it all. But that day ain"t here yet." afore he give it up to his children. George Davis sells every last bit of his crop down at the lumber camp, and to the miners, and hauls it to Tremont and d.i.c.kens." She pointed to a large building that had a line of doors all around the first floor. The doors were open, and plainly visible inside were large green plant leaves hanging from hooks. "That"s burley tobacco curing. It weakens the soil, and what he don"t chew hisself, he sells. He got that still and ain"t never drunk a drop of the corn whiskey, but sells that wicked syrup to other men who ought be spending their time and money on they"s families. And he goes round with a fat roll of dollar bills, and got this nice farm, and all them fancy machines, and man let his family starve." She flicked the reins. "But I got to feel sorry for him in a way, for he be the most miserable soul I ever come across. Now, one day G.o.d"ll let George Davis know "xactly what He thinks of it all. But that day ain"t here yet."
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT.
EUGENE WAS DRIVING THE WAGON PULLED BY THE mules. Oz, Lou, and Diamond were in the back, sitting on sacks of seed and other supplies purchased from McKenzie"s Mercantile using egg money and some of the dollars Lou had left over from her shopping excursion in d.i.c.kens. mules. Oz, Lou, and Diamond were in the back, sitting on sacks of seed and other supplies purchased from McKenzie"s Mercantile using egg money and some of the dollars Lou had left over from her shopping excursion in d.i.c.kens.
Their path took them near a good-sized tributary of the McCloud River, and Lou was surprised to see a number of automobiles and schooner wagons pulled up near the flat, gra.s.sy bank. Folks were hanging about by the river"s edge, and some were actually in the brown water, its surface choppy from an earlier rain and good wind. A man with rolled-up sleeves was just then submerging a young woman in the water.
"Dunking," Diamond exclaimed. "Let"s have a look." Eugene pulled the mules to a stop and the three children jumped off. Lou looked back at Eugene, who was making no move to join them. "Aren"t you coming?"
"You g"on, Miss Lou, I gonna rest my bones here." Lou frowned at this, but joined the others.
Diamond had made his way through a crowd of onlookers and was peering anxiously at something. As Oz and Lou drew next to him and saw what it was, they both jumped back.
An elderly woman, dressed in what looked to be a turban made from pinned-together homespun sheets and a long piece of hemp with a tie at the waist, was moving in small, deliberate circles, unintelligible chants drifting from her, her speech that of the drunk, insane, or fanatically religious in full, flowering tongues. Next to her a man was in a T-shirt and dress slacks, a cigarette dangling like a fall leaf from his mouth. A serpent was in either of the man"s hands, the reptiles rigid, unmov-ing, like bent pieces of metal.
"Are they poisonous?" whispered Lou to Diamond.
"Course! Don"t work lessen use viper."
A cowering Oz had his gaze fixed on the motionless creatures and seemed prepared to leap for the trees once they started swaying. Lou sensed this, and when the snakes did start to move, she gripped Oz"s hand and pulled him away. Diamond grudgingly followed, till they were off by themselves.
"What stuff are they doing with those snakes, Diamond?" asked Lou.
"Scaring off bad spirits, making it good for dunking." He looked at them. "You two been dunked?"
"Christened, Diamond," Lou answered. "We were christened in a Catholic Church. And the priest just sprinkles water on your head." She looked to the river where the woman was emerging and spitting up mouthfuls of the tributary. "He doesn"t try to drown you."
"Catolick? Ain"t never heard"a that one. It new?"
Lou almost laughed. "Not quite. Our mom is Catholic. Dad never really cared for church all that much. They even have their own schools. Oz and I went to one in New York. It"s really structured and you learn things like the Sacraments, the Creed, the Rosary, the Lord"s Prayer. And you learn the Mortal Sins. And the Venial Sins. And you have First Confession and First Communion. And then Confirmation."
"Yeah," said Oz, "and when you"re dying you get the -- what that"s thing, Lou?"
"The Sacrament of Extreme Unction. The Last Rites."
"So you won"t rot in h.e.l.l," Oz informed Diamond.
Diamond pulled at three or four of his cowlicks and looked truly bewildered. "Huh. Who"d thunk believing in G.o.d be such hard work? Prob"ly why ain"t no Catolicks up this way. Tax the head too much."
Diamond nodded at the group near the river. "Now, them folk Primitive Baptists. They got some right funny beliefs. Like you ain"t go and cut your hair, and women ain"t be putting on no face paint. And they got some "ticular ideas on going to h.e.l.l and such. People break the rules, they ain"t too happy. Live and die by the Scriptures. Prob"ly ain"t as "ticular as you Catolicks, but they still be a pain where the sun don"t shine." Diamond yawned and stretched his arms. "See, that why I ain"t go to church. Figger I got me a church wherever I be. Want"a talk to G.o.d, well I say, "Howdy-howdy, G.o.d," and we jaw fer a bit."
Lou just stared at him, absolutely dumbstruck in the face of this outpouring of ecclesiastical wisdom from Professor of Religion Diamond Skinner.
Diamond suddenly stared off in wonder. "Well, will you look at that."
They all watched as Eugene walked down to the water"s edge and spoke with someone, who in turn called to the preacher out in the river, as he was pulling up a fresh victim.
The preacher came ash.o.r.e, spoke with Eugene for a minute or two, and then led him out into the water, dunked him so that nothing was showing of his person, and then preached over him. The man kept Eugene down so long, Lou and Oz started to worry. But when Eugene came up, he smiled, thanked the man, and then went back to the wagon. Diamond set off on a dead run toward the preacher, who was looking around for other takers of divine immersion.
Lou and Oz crept closer as Diamond went out in the water with the holy man and was fully plunged under too. He finally surfaced, talked with the man for a minute, slipped something in his pocket, and, soaking wet and smiling, rejoined them, and they all headed to the wagon.
"You"ve never been baptized before?" said Lou.
"Shoot," said Diamond, shaking the water from his hair, the cowlick of which had not been disturbed in the least, "that"s my ninth time dunked."
"You"re only supposed to do it once, once, Diamond!" Diamond!"
"Well, ain"t hurt keep doing it. Plan to work me up to a hunnerd. Figger I be a lock for heaven then."
"That"s not how it works," exclaimed Lou.
"Is so," he shot back. "Say so in the Bible. Ever time you get dunked it means G.o.d"s sending an angel to come look after you. I figger I got me a right good regiment by now."
"That is not not in the Bible," insisted Lou. in the Bible," insisted Lou.
"Maybe you ought"n read your Bible agin."
"Which part of the Bible is it in? Tell me that."
"Front part." Diamond whistled for Jeb, ran the rest of the way to the wagon, and climbed on.
"Hey, Eugene," he said, "I let you knowed next time they"s dunking. We go swimming together."
"You were never baptized, Eugene?" asked Lou as she and Oz clambored onto the wagon.
He shook his head. "But sitting here I got me a hankering to do just that. "Bout time, I "xpect."
"I"m surprised Louisa never had you baptized."
"Miz Louisa, she believe in G.o.d with all her soul. But she don"t subscribe to church much. She say the way some folk ran they"s churches, it take G.o.d right out cha heart."
As the wagon pulled off, Diamond slid from his pocket a small gla.s.s jar with a tin screw cap. "Hey, Oz, I got me this from the preacher. Holy dunking water." He handed it to Oz, who looked down at it curiously. "I figger you put some on your ma from time to time. Bet it hep."