For one thing, the flower garden was much bigger than it had formerly1 been. To state it differently, Miss Esther’s marigolds and columbines, hollyhocks and peonies, had been allowed to usurp2 a lot of space where sweet-corn, potatoes, and other table-truck used to be raised. This not only greatly altered the aspect of the place, but it lowered my idea of the practical good-sense of its owners.
What was more striking still, was the general air of decrepitude3 and decay about the house itself. An eaves-trough had fallen down; half the cellar door was off its hinges, standing4 up against the wall; the chimney was ragged5 and broken at the top; the clapboards had never been painted, and now were almost black with weather-stain and dry rot. It positively6 appeared to me as if the house was tipping sideways, over against the little cooper-shop adjoining it—but perhaps that was a trick of the waning7 evening light? I said to myself that if we were not prospering8 on the Beech9 farm, at least our foe10 “Jee” Hagadorn did not seem to be doing much better himself.
In truth, Hagadorn had always been among the poorest members of our community, though this by no means involves what people in cities think of as poverty. He had a little place of nearly two acres, and then he had his coopering business; with the two he ought to have got on comfortably enough. But a certain contrariness in his nature seemed to be continually interfering11 with this.
This strain of conscientious12 perversity13 ran through all we knew of his life before he came to us, just as it dominated the remainder of his career. He had been a well-to-do man some ten years before, in a city in the western part of the State, with a big cooper-shop, and a lot of men under him, making the barrels for a large brewery14. (It was in these days, I fancy, that Esther took on that urban polish which the younger Benaiah missed.) Then he got the notion in his head that it was wrong to make barrels for beer, and threw the whole thing up. He moved into our neighborhood with only money enough to buy the old Andrews place, and build a little shop.
It was a good opening for a cooper, and Hagadorn might have flourished if he had been able to mind his own business. The very first thing he did was to offend a number of our biggest butter-makers by taxing them with sinfulness in also raising hops15, which went to make beer. For a long time they would buy no firkins of him. Then, too, he made an unpleasant impression at church. As has been said, our meeting-house was a union affair; that is to say, no one denomination16 being numerous enough to have an edifice17 of its own, all the farmers roundabout—Methodists, Baptists, Presbyterians, and so on—joined in paying the expenses. The travelling preachers who came to us represented these great sects18, with lots of minute shadings off into Hardshell, Soft-shell, Freewill, and other subdivided19 mysteries which I never understood. Hagadorn had a denomination all to himself, as might have been expected from the man. What the name of it was I seem never to have heard; perhaps it had no name at all. People used to say, though, that he behaved like a Shouting Methodist.
This was another way of saying that he made a nuisance of himself in church. At prayer-meetings, in the slack seasons of the year, he would pray so long, and with such tremendous shouting and fury of gestures, that he had regularly to be asked to stop, so that those who had taken the trouble to learn and practise new hymns20 might have a chance to be heard. And then he would out-sing all the others, not knowing the tune21 in the least, and cause added confusion by yelling out shrill22 “Amens!” between the bars. At one time quite a number of the leading people ceased attending church at all, on account of his conduct.
He added heavily to his theological unpopularity, too, by his action in another matter. There was a wealthy and important farmer living over on the west side of Agrippa Hill, who was a Universalist. The expenses of our union meeting-house were felt to be a good deal of a burden, and our elders, conferring together, decided23 that it would be a good thing to waive24 ordinary prejudices, and let the Universalists come in, and have their share of the preaching. It would be more neighborly, they felt, and they would get a subscription25 from the Agrippa Hill farmer. He assented26 to the project, and came over four or five Sundays with his family and hired help, listened unflinchingly to orthodox sermons full of sulphur and blue flames, and put money on the plate every time. Then a Universalist preacher occupied the pulpit one Sunday, and preached a highly inoffensive and non-committal sermon, and “Jee” Hagadorn stood up in his pew and violently denounced him as an infidel, before he had descended27 the pulpit steps. This created a painful scandal. The Universalist farmer, of course, never darkened that church door again. Some of our young men went so far as to discuss the ducking of the obnoxious’ cooper in the duck-pond. But he himself was neither frightened nor ashamed.
At the beginning, too, I suppose that his taking up Abolitionism made him enemies. Dearborn County gave Franklin Pierce a big majority in ’52, and the bulk of our farmers, I know, were in that majority. But I have already dwelt upon the way in which all this changed in the years just before the war. Naturally enough, Hagadorn’s position also changed. The rejected stone became the head of the corner. The tiresome28 fanatic29 of the ’fifties was the inspired prophet of the ’sixties. People still shrank from giving him undue30 credit for their conversion31, but they felt themselves swept along under his influence none the less.
But just as his unpopularity kept him poor in the old days, it seemed that now the reversed condition was making him still poorer. The truth was, he was too excited to pay any attention to his business. He went off to Octavius three or four days a week to hear the news, and when he remained at home, he spent much more time standing out in the road discussing politics and the conduct of the war with passers-by, than he did over his staves and hoops32. No wonder his place was run down.
The house was dark and silent, but there was some sort of a light in the cooper-shop beyond. My hope had been to see Esther rather than her wild old father, but there was nothing for it but to go over to the shop. I pushed the loosely fitting door back on its leathern hinges, and stepped over the threshold. The resinous33 scent34 of newly cut wood, and the rustle35 of the shavings under my feet, had the effect, somehow, of filling me with timidity. It required an effort to not turn and go out again.
The darkened; and crowded interior of the tiny work-place smelt36 as well, I noted37 now, of smoke. On the floor before me was crouched38 a shapeless figure—bending in front of the little furnace, made of a section of stove-pipe, which the cooper used to dry the insides of newly fashioned barrels. A fire in this, half-blaze, half-smudge—gave forth39 the light I had seen from without, and the smoke which was making my nostrils40 tingle41. Then I had to sneeze, and the kneeling figure sprang on the instant from the floor.
It was Esther who stood before me, coughing a little from the smoke, and peering inquiringly at me. “Oh—is that you, Jimmy?” she asked, after a moment of puzzled inspection42 in the dark.
She went on, before I had time to speak, in a nervous, half-laughing way: “I’ve been trying to roast an ear of corn here, but it’s the worst kind of a failure. I’ve watched ’Ni’ do it a hundred times, but with me it always comes out half-scorched and half-smoked. I guess the corn is too old now, anyway. At all events, it’s tougher than Pharaoh’s heart.”
She held out to me, in proof of her words, a blackened and unseemly roasting-ear. I took it, and turned it slowly over, looking at it with the grave scrutiny43 of an expert. Several torn and opened sections showed where she had been testing it with her teeth. In obedience44 to her “See if you don’t think it’s too old,” I took a diffident bite, at a respectful distance from the marks of her experiments. It was the worst I had ever tasted.
“I came over to see if you’d heard anything—any news,” I said, desiring to get away from the corn subject.
“You mean about Tom?” she asked, moving so that she might see me more plainly.
I had stupidly forgotten about that transformation45 of names. “Our Jeff, I mean,” I made answer.
“His name is Thomas Jefferson. We call him Tom,” she explained; “that other name is too horrid46. Did—did his people tell you to come and ask me?”
I shook my head. “Oh, no!” I replied with emphasis, implying by my tone, I dare say, that they would have had themselves cut up into sausage-meat first.
The girl walked past me to the door, and out to the road-side, looking down toward the bridge with a lingering, anxious gaze. Then she came back, slowly.
“No, we have no news!” she said, with an effort at calmness. “He wasn’t an officer, that’s why. All we know is that the brigade his regiment47 is in lost 141 killed, 560 wounded, and 38 missing. That’s all!” She stood in the doorway48, her hands clasped tight, pressed against her bosom49.
“That’s all!” she repeated, with a choking voice.
Suddenly she started forward, almost ran across the few yards of floor, and, throwing herself down in the darkest corner, where only dimly one could see an old buffalo-robe spread over a heap of staves, began sobbing50 as if her heart must break.
Her dress had brushed over the stove-pipe, and scattered51 some of the embers beyond the sheet of tin it stood on. I stamped these out, and carried the other remnants of the fire out doors. Then I returned, and stood about in the smoky little shop, quite helplessly listening to the moans and convulsive sobs52 which rose from the obscure corner. A bit of a candle in a bottle stood on the shelf by the window. I lighted this, but it hardly seemed to improve the situation. I could see her now, as well as hear her—huddled face downward upon the skin, her whole form shaking with the violence of her grief. I had never been so unhappy before in my life.
At last—it may not have been very long, but it seemed hours—there rose the sound of voices outside on the road. A wagon53 had stopped, and some words were being exchanged. One of the voices grew louder—came nearer; the other died off, ceased altogether, and the wagon could be heard driving away. On the instant the door was pushed sharply open, and “Jee” Hagadorn stood on the threshold, surveying the interior of his cooper-shop with gleaming eyes.
He looked at me; he looked at his daughter lying in the corner; he looked at the charred54 mess on the floor—yet seemed to see nothing of what he looked at. His face glowed with a strange excitement—which in another man I should have set down to drink.
“Glory be to God! Praise to the Most High! Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord!” he called out, stretching forth his hands in a rapturous sort of gesture I remembered from classmeeting days.
Esther had leaped to her feet with squirrel-like swiftness at the sound of his voice, and now stood before him, her hands nervously55 clutching at each other, her reddened, tear-stained face afire with eagerness.
“Has word come?—is he safe?—have you heard?” so her excited questions tumbled over one another, as she grasped “Jee’s” sleeve and shook it in feverish56 impatience57.
“The day has come! The year of Jubilee58 is here!” he cried, brushing her hand aside, and staring with a fixed59, ecstatic, open-mouthed smile straight ahead of him. “The words of the Prophet are fulfilled!”
“But Tom!—Tom!” pleaded the girl, piteously. “The list has come? You know he is safe?”
“Tom! Tom!” old “Jee” repeated after her, but with an emphasis contemptuous, not solicitous60. “Perish a hundred Toms—yea—ten thousand! for one such day as this! ‘For the Scarlet61 Woman of Babylon is overthrown62, and bound with chains and cast into the lake of fire. Therefore, in one day shall her plagues come, death, and mourning, and famine; and she shall be utterly63 burned with fire: for strong is the Lord God which judged her!’”
He declaimed these words in a shrill, high-pitched voice, his face upturned, and his eyes half-closed. Esther plucked despairingly at his sleeve once more.
“But have you seen?—is his name?—you must have seen!” she moaned, incoherently.
“Jee” descended for the moment from his plane of exaltation. “I didn’t see!” he said, almost peevishly64. “Lincoln has signed a proclamation freeing all the slaves! What do you suppose I care for your Toms and Dicks and Harrys, on such a day as this? ‘Woe65! woe! the great city of Babylon, the strong city! For in one hour is thy judgment66 come!’”
The girl tottered67 back to her corner, and threw herself limply down upon the buffalo-robe again, hiding her face in her hands.
I pushed my way past the cooper, and trudged68 cross-lots home in the dark, tired, disturbed, and very hungry, but thinking most of all that if I had been worth my salt, I would have hit “Jee” Hagadorn with the adze that stood up against the door-stile.
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