Mrs. Arnold was busy at the kitchen table when Berry’s announcement: “Here is Lily!” caused her to turn toward the door, and it was small wonder that for a moment she was too surprised at the sight that confronted her to speak. But she quickly realized what had happened, that Berry had encountered a fugitive1 slave girl and brought her to the cabin, and poor Lily’s frightened, pleading eyes, as well as her half-clothed, trembling form, instantly appealed to Mrs. Arnold’s sympathies.
“Come right to the fire, Lily,” she said kindly2. “And, Berry, you would better heat some milk at once.”
Mrs. Arnold did not ask any questions. She could see that the negro girl was worn out by fatigue3, hunger and cold, and promptly4 began to make her comfortable, bringing a warm blanket from the little chamber5 off the kitchen, where Francis had formerly6 slept, and wrapping it68 about the girl, who, silent, and still inclined to be afraid, sat stiffly on the wooden kitchen chair near the stove. Berry had instantly slipped off her cap, jacket and mittens7, and put on a long gingham apron8, that at once changed her appearance from that of a slender, alert boy to a curly-headed little girl. And as the shivering Lily watched her new friend set a small dipper filled with milk on the stove, and hurry back to the pantry for bread which she proceeded to toast and liberally spread with butter, Lily’s face softened9 and she became sure that this wonderful little person, who had brought her to warmth and shelter and promised to protect her, was really a girl.
Lily ate ravenously10. The hot milk and buttered toast disappeared so quickly that Berry hurried to the pantry for the remains11 of the partridge, left from dinner, and for more bread, and a new supply of milk, all of which the negro girl devoured13.
“I ain’t et rael food fer days,” she whispered, looking up at Berry. “An’ I neve’ ’spected I’d hev a chanst ter eat agin.”
While Berry was providing food for this unexpected visitor, Mrs. Arnold had filled a big69 kettle with water and set it on the stove to heat. The door into Francis’s room was open, and Mrs. Arnold had placed a small tub there, and by the time Lily’s appetite was satisfied the water was ready and the tub filled. Taking soap and towels Mrs. Arnold told the negro girl to follow her, and the surprised Lily was soon after introduced to the first hot bath of her life. Then, clad in a warm flannel14 wrapper, she curled up on the cot bed and was fast asleep when Mrs. Arnold returned to the kitchen.
Berry told her mother the story of finding the fugitive slave girl hiding on the side of the ridge12, and Mrs. Arnold listened with a grave face. “It was so cold, Mother, and she was so shivery and frightened, I had to bring her home. And you said that of course we must help anyone who needed help,” Berry pleaded, half afraid, by her mother’s serious face, that she did not approve of Berry’s having brought the negro girl home.
“Of course, Berry dear, you did exactly right. It has begun to snow again, and the poor creature would have perished if you had not brought her to shelter. She looks half-starved,” and Mrs. Arnold wondered to herself at the courage of this young slave girl who had started out in midwinter,70 facing the dangers of the forest, of hunger and cold, and of probable pursuit, capture and punishment, rather than remain a slave.
“But you look as if you wished I hadn’t, Mother!” said Berry.
“Do I?” and Mrs. Arnold smiled at Berry’s troubled expression. “Well, my dear, I was wondering what we can do with Lily. You know slaveholders always try to find a runaway15 negro, and if Lily’s owner comes after her and finds her here, he would have a right to take her. That is the law, and we could not prevent her going.”
“It’s a horrid16 law!” Berry declared, and her mother promptly agreed. “But, Mother, perhaps Lily’s master may not even try to find her, and then Lily can stay here,” the little girl continued hopefully, and Mrs. Arnold assented17, saying:
“We will see what Father says when he comes in. Of course the girl must stay here for the present.”
Mr. Arnold had gone to the little clearing further down the ridge where stood the rough log shelter that he had built for the cow, and when he entered the cabin Berry and her mother were eager to tell him of Berry’s encounter with the71 negro girl, and that Berry had promised to befriend her, and had brought her home; and greatly to Berry’s delight, and to the relief of Mrs. Arnold, he did not appear to be greatly troubled by Lily’s presence in the cabin.
“We’ll find out more about her, when the girl is well rested. Very likely her owner won’t bother to look for her,” he said; “but I don’t know what we can do with her,” he added.
“Oh, Father! There are lots of things Lily could do,” Berry assured him eagerly, quite as if she had known the negro girl all her life, and Mr. and Mrs. Arnold smiled at their little daughter’s evident adoption18 of the fleeing Lily.
The wind, thrashing among the branches of the forest trees, and the cold rain that had followed the fall of snow, made the blazing fire in the Arnolds’ sitting-room19 seem even more pleasant than usual that evening, as Berry drew her small rocking-chair near the hearth20. Berry’s thoughts were occupied with Lily: she was sure that Lily must have had wonderful adventures, and looked forward to hearing them. She had entirely21 forgotten Mollie’s “secret,” and was earnestly planning how Lily could be provided with clothing. While Berry’s thoughts were filled by this new72 adventure that had befallen her, Mr. and Mrs. Arnold were talking of the union armies, and of the troops under General Ulysses S. Grant, a quiet, unostentatious officer, whose name was to be linked with the mightiest22 achievements of the Civil War.
“Grant’s soldiers are now on their first campaign, untrained and unused to war. But most of them are from the West, hardy23 and brave, and if Grant moves against Forts Henry and Donelson it will open the Cumberland and Tennessee Rivers, and carry forward the union front of war two hundred miles,—for General Grant would have Foote’s fleet of iron-clads on the river to make victory sure,” declared Mr. Arnold.
“If the Tennessee is once opened there will be conflicts near Pittsburg Landing, at Corinth—perhaps even nearer to us than that,” responded Mrs. Arnold anxiously.
Mr. Arnold acknowledged that might be possible. “But, even so, we could not be in a safer place than in this mountain ravine. An army might march by on the Corinth road, or arrive at Pittsburg Landing, without troubling us. I am much more anxious about Berry’s adventures with these wanderers along the trails than I am73 about armies and battles coming to Shiloh,” he said, and at the sound of her own name Berry jumped up and ran to the big settle where her mother and father were sitting.
“What army, Father?” she asked.
“General Grant’s army of West Tennessee, and the Confederate army of Commander-in-Chief Albert S. Johnston,” replied her father. “Are you going to meet strange woodsmen or fleeing negroes every time you leave the house?” he added, smiling down at Berry’s serious face.
“I wish spring would come! I’m tired of winter,” said Berry.
“It won’t be long now,” her mother declared. “If the weather turns warm after this storm the catkins will begin to show on the alder24 bushes, the wild geese will come flying over, and spring will be close at hand. But it’s bedtime, Berry, dear, so say good-night and be off.”
“May I peek25 in and see if Lily is asleep?” asked Berry, and at her mother’s smiling nod the little girl ran to open the door into the little room where the negro girl slept in safety.
The Arnolds had finished breakfast the next morning before there was any sound in the adjoining chamber. Mrs. Arnold had selected74 some part-worn garments for the negro girl, and in a little while Lily appeared in the kitchen, a very different Lily from the ragged26, frightened Lily that Berry had brought home. She was eager to help in the work of the cabin, and before the hour for lessons arrived Mrs. Arnold realized that Lily had been well trained as a house servant.
“Do not ask Lily any questions, Berry,” her mother cautioned. “Wait until she is ready to tell us her story,” and Berry, a little reluctantly, agreed, for she was eager to hear of Lily’s journey, and of her escape from slavery.
At ten o’clock the little bell tinkled27 warningly, and Berry hastened to the sitting-room.
“Mollie has not come,” she announced.
“We will have to plan extra studies for pupils who are late or absent,” said Mr. Arnold.
“Oh, Father! You said that just like a real teacher,” said Berry. “Are we not going to wait for Mollie?”
“No, indeed! You and I will read a while,” replied Mr. Arnold, opening a book on the table.
Berry looked at him questioningly. “But reading isn’t lessons, Father! It’s just fun,” she said, a little note of reproach in her voice.
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“Listen to this, and then, when I finish, repeat as much of it as you can remember,” responded Mr. Arnold smilingly.
“‘Pansies, lilies, kingcups, daisies,
Let them live upon their praises;
Long as there’s a sun that sets,
Primroses28 will have their glory;
Long as there are violets,
They will have a place in story.
There’s a flower that shall be mine,
’Tis the modest celandine.’”
“Father! That’s not a lesson. I can say it all,” declared Berry, and indeed she could, so well had her memory been trained in this very way, repeat Wordsworth’s beautiful lines without a mistake. The lesson in algebra29 followed, and the morning hours of study ended without Mollie appearing.
“Probably she doesn’t want to come,” said Mr. Arnold.
But Berry and her mother were sure that was not the reason that kept Mollie away.
“May I go down and find out why she did not come?” asked Berry, as she sat down at the dinner table.
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“No, I’m not willing for you to go down the trail to-day,” said Mrs. Arnold quickly. “Perhaps Mollie will appear this afternoon.”
“Perhaps she will,” agreed Berry hopefully; “and I guess she will be surprised to see Lily,” and she smiled at the silent Lily, who stood in one corner of the kitchen with her eyes fixed30 wonderingly upon her new friends.
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adoption
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