It was well known, however, that we were not to get the threshing-machine at all. How it was managed, I never understood. Perhaps the other farmers combined in some way to over-awe or persuade the owners of the machine into refusing it to Abner Beech2. More likely he scented3 the chance of a refusal and was too proud to put himself in its way by asking. At all events, we three—Abner, Hurley, and I—had to manage the threshing ourselves, on the matched wood floor of the carriage barn. All the fishing I did that year was in the prolific4 but unsubstantial waters of dreamland.
I did not work much, it is true, with the flail5, but I lived all day in an atmosphere choked with dust and chaff6, my ears deafened7 with the ceaseless whack8! whack! of the hard-wood clubs, bringing on fresh shocks of grain, and acting9 as general helper.
By toiling10 late and early we got this task out of the way just when the corn was ready to cut. This great job taxed all the energies of the two men, the one cutting, the other stacking, as they went. My own share of the labor11 was to dig the potatoes and pick the eating-apples—a quite portentous12 enough undertaking13 for a lad of twelve. All this kept me very much to myself. There was no chance to talk during the day, and at night I was glad to drag my tired limbs off to bed before the girls had fairly cleared the supper things away. A weekly newspaper—The World—came regularly to the postoffice at the Corners for us, but we were so overworked that often it lay there for weeks at a time, and even when some one went after it, nobody but Abner cared to read it.
So far as I know, no word ever came from Jeff. His name was never mentioned among us.
It was now past the middle of September. Except for the fall ploughing on fields that were to be put to grass under the grain in the spring—which would come much later—the getting in of the root crops, and the husking, our season’s labors14 were pretty well behind us. The women folk had toiled15 like slaves as well, taking almost all the chores about the cattle-barns off our shoulders, and carrying on the butter-making without bothering us. Now that a good many cows were drying up, it was their turn to take things easy, too. But the girls, instead of being glad at this, began to borrow unhappiness over the certainty that there would be no husking-bees on the Beech farm.
One heard no other subject discussed now, as we sat of a night in the kitchen. Even when we foregathered in the living-room instead, the Babcock and the Underwood girl talked in ostentatiously low tones of the hardship of missing such opportunities for getting beaux, and having fun. They recalled to each other, with tones of longing16, this and that husking-bee of other years—now one held of a moonlight night in the field itself, where the young men pulled the stacks down and dragged them to where the girls sat in a ring on big pumpkins17, and merriment, songs, and chorused laughter chased the happy hours along; now of a bee held in the late wintry weather, where the men went off to the barn by themselves and husked till they were tired, and then with warning whoops18 came back to where the girls were waiting for them in the warm, hospitable19 farm-house, and the frolic began, with cider and apples and pumpkin-pies, and old Lem Hornbeck’s fiddle20 to lead the dancing.
Alas21! they shook their empty heads and mourned, there would be no more of these delightful22 times! Nothing definite was ever said as to the reason for our ostracism23 from the sports and social enjoyments24 of the season. There was no need for that. We all knew too well that it was Abner Beech’s politics which made us outcasts, but even these two complaining girls did not venture to say so in his hearing. Their talk, however, grew at last so persistently25 querulous that “M’rye” bluntly told them one night to “shut up about husking-bees,” following them out into the kitchen for that purpose, and speaking with unaccustomed acerbity26. Thereafter we heard no more of their grumbling27, but in a week or two “Till” Babcock left for her home over on the Dutch Road, and began circulating the report that we prayed every night for the success of Jeff Davis.
It was on a day in the latter half of September, perhaps the 20th or 21st—as nearly as I am able to make out from the records now—that Hurley and I started off with a double team and our big box-wagon28, just after breakfast, on a long day’s journey. We were taking a heavy load of potatoes into market at Octavius, twelve miles distant; thence we were to drive out an additional three miles to a cooper-shop and bring back as many butter-firkins as we could stack up behind us, not to mention a lot of groceries of which “M’rye” gave me a list.
It was a warm, sweet-aired, hazy30 autumn day, with a dusky red sun sauntering idly about in the sky, too indolent to cast more than the dimmest and most casual suggestion of a shadow for anything or anybody. The Irishman sat round-backed and contented31 on the very high seat overhanging the horses, his elbows on his knees, and a little black pipe turned upside down in his mouth. He would suck satisfiedly at this for hours after the fire had gone out, until, my patience exhausted32, I begged him to light it again. He seemed almost never to put any new tobacco into this pipe, and to this day it remains33 a twin-mystery to me why its contents neither burned themselves to nothing nor fell out.
We talked a good deal, in a desultory34 fashion, as the team plodded35 their slow way into Octavius. Hurley told me, in answer to the questions of a curious boy, many interesting and remarkable36 things about the old country, as he always called it, and more particularly about his native part of it, which was on the sea-shore within sight of Skibbereen. He professed37 always to be filled with longing to go back, but at the same time guarded his tiny personal expenditure38 with the greatest solicitude39, in order to save money to help one of his relations to get away. Once, when I taxed him with this inconsistency, he explained that life in Ireland was the most delicious thing on earth, but you had to get off at a distance of some thousands of miles to really appreciate it.
Naturally there was considerable talk between us, as well, about Abner Beech and his troubles. I don’t know where I could have heard it, but when Hurley first came to us I at once took it for granted that the fact of his nationality made him a sympathizer with the views of our household. Perhaps I only jumped at this conclusion from the general ground that the few Irish who in those days found their way into the farm-country were held rather at arm’s-length by the community, and must in the nature of things feel drawn40 to other outcasts. At all events, I made no mistake. Hurley could not have well been more vehemently41 embittered42 against abolitionism and the war than Abner was, but he expressed his feelings with much greater vivacity43 and fluency44 of speech. It was surprising to see how much he knew about the politics and political institutions of a strange country, and how excited he grew about them when any one would listen to him. But as he was a small man, getting on in years, he did not dare air these views down at the Corners. The result was that he and Abner were driven to commune together, and mutually inflamed45 each other’s passionate46 prejudices—which was not at all needful.
When at last, shortly before noon, we drove into Octavius, I jumped off to fill one portion of the grocery errands, leaving Hurley to drive on with the potatoes. We were to meet at the little village tavern47 for dinner.
He was feeding the horses in the hotel shed when I rejoined him an hour or so later. I came in, bursting with the importance of the news I had picked up—scattered, incomplete, and even incoherent news, but of a most exciting sort. The awful battle of Antietam had happened two or three days before, and nobody in all Octavius was talking or thinking of anything else. Both the Dearborn County regiments48 had been in the thick of the fight, and I could see from afar, as I stood on the outskirts49 of the throng50 in front of the post-office, some long strips of paper posted up beside the door, which men said contained a list of our local dead and wounded. It was hopeless, however, to attempt to get anywhere near this list, and nobody whom I questioned, knew anything about the names of those young men who had marched away from our Four Corners. Some one did call out, though, that the telegraph had broken down, or gone wrong, and that not half the news had come in as yet. But they were all so deeply stirred up, so fiercely pushing and hauling to get toward the door, that I could learn little else.
This was what I began to tell Hurley, with eager volubility, as soon as I got in under the shed. He went on with his back to me, impassively measuring out the oats from the bag, and clearing aside the stale hay in the manger, the impatient horses rubbing at his shoulders with their noses the while. Then, as I was nearly done, he turned and came out to me, slapping the fodder-mess off his hands.
He had a big, fresh cut running transversely across his nose and cheek, and there were stains of blood in the gray stubble of beard on his chin. I saw too that his clothes looked as if he had been rolled on the dusty road outside.
“Sure, then, I’m after hearin’ the news myself,” was all he said.
He drew out from beneath the wagon seat a bag of crackers51 and a hunk of cheese, and, seating himself on an overturned barrel, began to eat. By a gesture I was invited to share this meal, and did so, sitting beside him. Something had happened, apparently52, to prevent our having dinner in the tavern.
I fairly yearned53 to ask him what this something was, and what was the matter with his face, but it did not seem quite the right thing to do, and presently he began mumbling54, as much to himself as to me, a long and broken discourse55, from which I picked out that he had mingled56 with a group of lusty young farmers in the market-place, asking for the latest intelligence, and that while they were conversing57 in a wholly amiable58 manner, one of them had suddenly knocked him down and kicked him, and that thereafter they had pursued him with curses and loud threats half-way to the tavern. This and much more he proclaimed between mouthfuls, speaking with great rapidity and in so much more marked a brogue than usual, that I understood only a fraction of what he said.
He professed entire innocence59 of offence in the affair, and either could not or would not tell what it was he had said to invite the blow. I dare say he did in truth richly provoke the violence he encountered, but at the time I regarded him as a martyr60, and swelled61 with indignation every time I looked at his nose.
I remained angry, indeed, long after he himself had altogether recovered his equanimity62 and whimsical good spirits. He waited outside on the seat while I went in to pay for the baiting of the horses, and it was as well that he did, I fancy, because there were half a dozen brawny63 farm-hands and villagers standing64 about the bar, who were laughing in a stormy way over the episode of the “Copperhead Paddy” in the market.
We drove away, however, without incident of any sort—sagaciously turning off the main street before we reached the post-office block, where the congregated65 crowd seemed larger than ever. There seemed to be some fresh tidings, for several scattering66 outbursts of cheering reached our ears after we could no longer see the throng; but, so far from stopping to inquire what it was, Hurley put whip to the horses, and we rattled67 smartly along out of the excited village into the tranquil68, scythe-shorn country.
The cooper to whom we now went for our butter-firkins was a long-nosed, lean, and taciturn man, whom I think of always as with his apron69 tucked up at the corner, and his spectacles on his forehead, close under the edge of his square brown-paper cap. He had had word that we were coming, and the firkins were ready for us. He helped us load them in dead silence, and with a gloomy air.
Hurley desired the sound of his own voice. “Well, then, sir,” he said, as our task neared completion, “’tis worth coming out of our way these fifteen miles to lay eyes on such fine, grand firkins as these same—such an elegant shape on ’em, an’ put together with such nateness!”
“You could get ’em just as good at Hagadorn’s,” said the cooper, curtly70, “within a mile of your place.”
“Huh!” cried Hurley, with contempt, “Haggy-dorn is it? Faith, we’ll not touch him or his firkins ayether! Why, man, they’re not fit to mention the same day wid yours. Ah, just look at the darlin’s, will ye, that nate an’ clane a Christian71 could ate from ’em!”
The cooper was blarney-proof. “Hagadorn’s are every smitch as good!” he repeated, ungraciously.
The Irishman looked at him perplexedly, then shook his head as if the problem were too much for him, and slowly clambered up to the seat. He had gathered up the lines, and we were ready to start, before any suitable words came to his tongue.
“Well, then, sir,” he said, “anything to be agreeable. If I hear a man speaking a good word for your firkins, I’ll dispute him.”
“The firkins are well enough,” growled72 the cooper at us, “an’ they’re made to sell, but I ain’t so almighty73 tickled74 about takin’ Copperhead money for ‘em that I want to clap my wings an’ crow over it.”
He turned scornfully on his heel at this, and we drove away. The new revelation of our friendlessness depressed75 me, but Hurley did not seem to mind it at all. After a philosophic76 comparative remark about the manners of pigs run wild in a bog77, he dismissed the affair from his thoughts altogether, and hummed cheerful words to melancholy78 tunes79 half the way home, what time he was not talking to the horses or tossing stray conversational80 fragments at me.
My own mind soon enough surrendered itself to harrowing speculations81 about the battle we had heard of. The war had been going on now, for over a year, but most of the fighting had been away off in Missouri and Tennessee, or on the lower Mississippi, and the reports had not possessed82 for me any keen direct interest. The idea of men from our own district—young men whom I had seen, perhaps fooled with, in the hayfield only ten weeks before—being in an actual storm of shot and shell, produced a faintness at the pit of my stomach. Both Dearborn County regiments were in it, the crowd said. Then of course our men must have been there—our hired men, and the Phillips boys, and Byron Truax, and his cousin Alonzo, and our Jeff! And if so many others had been killed, why not they as well?
“Antietam” still has a power to arrest my eyes on the printed page, and disturb my ears in the hearing, possessed by no other battle name. It seems now as if the very word itself had a terrible meaning of its own to me, when I first heard it that September afternoon—as if I recognized it to be the label of some awful novelty, before I knew anything else. It had its fascination83 for Hurley, too, for presently I heard him crooning to himself, to one of his queer old Irish tunes, some doggerel84 lines which he had made up to rhyme with it—three lines with “cheat ’em,” “beat ’em,” and “Antietam,” and then his pet refrain, “Says the Shan van Vocht.”
This levity85 jarred unpleasantly upon the mood into which I had worked myself, and I turned to speak of it, but the sight of his bruised86 nose and cheek restrained me. He had suffered too much for the faith that was in him to be lightly questioned now. So I returned to my grisly thoughts, which now all at once resolved themselves into a conviction that Jeff had been killed outright87. My fancy darted88 to meet this notion, and straightway pictured for me a fantastic battle-field by moonlight, such as was depicted89 in Lossing’s books, with overturned cannon-wheels and dead horses in the foreground, and in the centre, conspicuous90 above all else, the inanimate form of Jeff Beech, with its face coldly radiant in the moonshine.
“I guess I’ll hop29 off and walk a spell,” I said, under the sudden impulse of this distressing91 visitation.
It was only when I was on the ground, trudging92 along by the side of the wagon, that I knew why I had got down. We were within a few rods of the Corners, where one road turned off to go to the postoffice. “Perhaps it’d be a good idea for me to find out if they’ve heard anything more—I mean—anything about Jeff,” I suggested. “I’ll just look in and see, and then I can cut home cross lots.”
The Irishman nodded and drove on.
I hung behind, at the Corners, till the wagon had begun the ascent93 of the hill, and the looming94 bulk of the firkins made it impossible that Hurley could see which way I went. Then, without hesitation95, I turned instead down the other road which led to “Jee” Hagadorn’s.
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