He tried to sleep and couldn't. He dozed2 an hour, waked at dawn andbegan day-dreaming. There was no sense of weariness. His mind was tooalert. The great house, in which he was made to feel as much at homeas in the quiet cottage of his mother in Ohio, fascinated him with itsendless menservants, housemaids, serving boys, cooks, coachmen andhostlers.
He thought of the contrast with the quiet efficiency and simplicity3 ofhis mother's house. He could see her seated at the little table in thecenter of the room, a snow-white cap on her head. The work of the househad been done without a servant. It had been done so simply and quietly,he had never been conscious of the fact that it was work at all. It hadseemed a ministry4 of love for her children. Their help had been givenwith equal joy, unconscious of toil5, her kitchen floor was alwaysspotless, with every pot and pan and shining dish in its place as if bymagic.
He wondered how Custis' mother could bear the strain of all thesepeople. He wondered how she could manage the army of black servants whohung on her word as the deliverance of an oracle6. He could hear the humof the life of the place already awake with the rising sun. Down in theravine behind the house he caught the ring of a hammer on an anvil7 andcloser in the sweep of a carpenter's plane over a board. A colt wascalling to his mother at the stables and he could hear the chatter8 andcries of the stable boys busy with the morning feed.
He rose, stepped gingerly beside the sleepers9 on the floor and stood byan open window. His mind was stirring with a curious desire to see theghost that haunted this house, its spacious10 grounds and fields. He,too, had read _Uncle Tom's Cabin_, and wondered. The ghost must be herehiding in some dark corner of cabin or field--the ghost of deathlesslonging for freedom--the ghost of cruelty--the ghost of the bloodhound,the lash11 and the auction12 block.
Somehow he couldn't realize that such things could be, now that he wasa guest in a Southern home and saw the bright side of their life. Neverhad he seen anything brighter than the smiles of those negro musiciansas they proudly touched their instruments: the violin, the banjo, theflute, the triangle and castanets, and watched the dancers swing througheach number. There could be no mistake about the ring of joy in Sam'svoice. It throbbed13 with unction. It pulsed with pride. Its joy wascontagious. He caught himself glancing at his rolling eyes and swayingbody. Once he muttered aloud:
"Just look at that fool nigger!"But somewhere in this paradise of flowers and song birds, of music anddance, of rustling14 silk, of youth and beauty, the Ghost of Slaverycrouched.
In a quiet way he would watch for it to walk. He had to summon all hispride of Section and training in the catch words of the North to keepfrom falling under the charm of the beautiful life he felt enfoldinghim.
He no longer wondered why every Northern man who moved South forgotthe philosophy of the Snows and became a child of the Sun. He felt thesubtle charm of it stealing into his heart and threw off the spell withan effort.
A sparrow chirped15 under the window. A redbird flashed from a rosebushand a mocking bird from a huge magnolia began to softly sing his morninglove song to his mate.
He heard a yawn, turned and saw Custis rubbing his eyes.
"For heaven's sake, Phil, why don't you sleep?""Tried and can't.""Don't like your bed?""Too much excited.""One of those girls hooked you?""No. I couldn't make up my mind. So many beauties they rattled16 me.""All right," Custis said briskly. "Let's get up and look around the oldplantation.""Good," Phil cried.
Custis called Jeb Stuart in vain. He refused to answer or to budge18.
Phil found his shoes at the door neatly19 blacked and the moment he beganto stir a grinning black boy was at his heels to take his slightestorder.
"I don't want _any_thing!" he said at last to his dusky tormentor20.
"Nuttin tall, sah?""Nuttin tall!"Phil smiled at the eager, rolling eyes.
"Get out--you make me laugh--"The boy ducked.
"Yassah--des call me if ye wants me--I'se right outside de do'."The two cadets ate breakfast alone. The house was yet asleep--except thechildren. Their voices could be heard on the lawn at play. They had beenput to bed early, at eleven o'clock. They were up with the birdsas usual. The sun was an hour high, shining the glory of a perfectSeptember morning. The boys strolled on the lawn. The children wereeverywhere, playing in groups. Little black and white boys mixedindiscriminately. Robbie Lee was playing rooster fight with Sid, hisboon companion. The little black boy born nearest his birthday wasdedicated to be his friend, companion and body servant for life.
Phil paused to see the rooster fight.
The boys folded their arms and flew at each other sideways, using theirelbows as a rooster uses his spurs.
Robbie was pressing Sid against the fence of the rose garden. Sid'sreturn blows lacked strength.
Robbie stamped his foot angrily.
"Come on now--no foolin'--fight! There's no fun in a fight, if you don'tfight!"Sid bucked21 up and flew at his enemy.
Robbie saw the two older boys watching and gave a star performance. AsSid lunged at him with uplifted arms, and drew back to strike a stunningblow, Robbie suddenly stooped, hurled22 his elbow under Sid's arm, liftedhim clear of the ground and he fell sprawling23.
Robbie stood in triumph over the prostrate24 figure.
Phil laughed.
"You got him that time, Robbie!"Robbie squared himself, raised his spurs and waited for Sid to rise.
Sid was in no hurry. He had enough. He hadn't cried. But he was close toit.
"Ye needn't put up dem spurs at me no mo'.""Come on again!" Robbie challenged.
"Na, sah. I'se done dead. Ye stick dat spur clean froo me. Hit mightynigh come out on de odder side!""Got enough?"The game was suddenly ended by a barefoot white boy approaching Robbie.
Johnny Doyle carried a dozen teal ducks, six in each hand. They were soheavy for his hands that their heads dragged the ground.
Robbie rushed to meet his friend.
"Oh, John, where'd you get the ducks?""Me and daddy killed 'em this mornin' at sun-up on the river.""Why, the duck season isn't on yet, is it?" Custis asked the boy.
"No, sir, but daddy saw a big raft of teal swingin' into the bend of theriver yesterday and we got up before daylight and got a mess.""You brought 'em to me, John?" Robbie asked eagerly.
"Jes the same, Robbie. Dad sent 'em to Colonel Lee.""That's fine of your daddy, John," Custis said, placing his hand on thelittle bare sunburnt head.
"Yessir, my daddy says Colonel Lee's the greatest man in this county andhe's mighty25 proud to be his neighbor.""Tell him my father will thank him personally before we leave and sayfor all that he has given us a treat."Custis handed the ducks to Sid.
"Take them to the kitchen and tell Aunt Hannah to have them for dinner,sure."Sid started for the kitchen and Robbie called after him:
"Hurry back, Sid--""Yassah--right away, sah!"Robbie seized John's hand.
"You'll stay all day?""I can't.""We're goin' fishin'--""Honest?""Sure. Uncle Ben's sick. But after dinner he's promised to take us. He'snot too sick to fish.""I can't stay," the barefoot boy sighed.
"Come on. There's three bird's nests in the orchard27. The second layin'.
It ain't no harm to break up the second nest. Birds've no businesslayin' twice in one season. We _ought_ to break 'em up.""I'm afraid I can't."His tone grew weaker and Robbie pressed him.
"Come on. We'll get the bird's eggs and chase the calves28 and colts tillthe dinner bell rings, ride the horses home from the fields, and gofishin' after dinner and stay till dark.""No--""Come on!"John glanced up the road toward the big gate beyond which his mother waswaiting his return. The temptation was more than his boy's soul couldresist. He shook his head--paused--and grinned.
"Come on, Sid, John's goin' with us," Robbie called to his younghenchman as he approached.
"All right," John consented, finally throwing every scruple29 to thewinds. "Ma'll whip me shore, but, by granny, it'll be worth it!"The aristocrat30 slipped his arm around his chum and led him to theorchard in triumph.
Custis laughed.
"He'd rather play with that little, poor white rascal31 than any boy inthe country.""Don't blame him," Phil replied. "He may be dirty and ragged26 but he's areal boy after a real boy's heart. And the handsomest little beggar Iever saw--who is he?""The boy of a poor white family, the Doyles. They live just outside ourgate on a ten-acre farm. His mother's trying to make him go to school.
His father laughs and lets him go hunting and fishing."They were strolling past the first neat row of houses in the servants'
quarters. Phil thought of them as the slave quarters. Yet he had notheard the word slave spoken since his arrival. These black people were"servants" and some of them were the friends and confidants of theirmaster and his household. Phil paused in front of a cottage. The yardflamed with autumn flowers. Through the open door and windows came thehum of spinning wheels and the low, sweet singing of the dark spinners,spinning wool for the winter clothing of the estate. From the next doorcame the click and crash of the looms32 weaving the warm cloth.
"You make your own cloth?" the Westerner asked in surprise.
"Of course, for the servants. It takes six spinners and three weaversworking steadily33 all year to keep up with it, too.""Isn't it expensive?""Maybe. We never thought of it. We just make it. Always have in ourfamily for a hundred years."They passed the blacksmith's shop and saw him shoeing a blooded colt.
Phil touched the horse's nostrils34 with a gentle hand and the colt nudgedhim.
"It's funny how a horse knows a horseman instinctively--isn't it, Phil?""Yes. He knows I'm going to join the cavalry35."They moved down the long row of whitewashed36 cottages, each with its yardof flowers and each with a huge pile of wood in the rear--wood enoughto keep a sparkling fire through the winter. Chubby-faced babies wereplaying in the sanded walks and smiling young mothers watched them fromthe doors.
Phil started to put a question, stammered37 and was silent.
"What is it?" Custis asked.
"You'll pardon my asking it, old boy, but are these black folksmarried?"The Southern boy laughed heartily38.
"I should say so. A negro wedding is one of the joys of a plantationboy's life.""But isn't it awful when they're separated?""They're not separated.""Never?""Not on this plantation17. Nor on any estate whose master and mistress areour friends. It's not done in our set.""You keep them when they're old, lazy and worthless?""If they're married, yes. It's a luxury we never deny ourselves, thissoftening of the rigor39 of the slave regime. It's not business. Butit's the custom of the country. To separate a husband and wife is anunheard-of thing among our people."The thing that impressed the Westerner in those white rows of littlehomes was the order and quiet of it all. Every yard was swept clean.
There was nowhere a trace of filth40 or disease-breeding refuse. And birdswere singing in the bushes beside these slave cottages as sweetly asthey sang for the master and mistress in the pillared mansion41 on thehill. They passed the stables and paused to watch a dozen colts playingin the inclosure. Beyond the stable under the shadows of great oakswas the dog kennel42. A pack of fox hounds rushed to the gate with loudwelcome to their young master. He stooped to stroke each head and calleach dog's name. A wagging tail responded briskly to every greeting. Inanother division of the kennel romped43 a dozen bird-dogs, pointers andsetters. The puppies were nearly grown and eager for the fields. Theyclimbed over Custis in yelping44 puppy joy that refused all rebuffs.
Phil looked in vain for the bloodhounds. He was afraid to ask about themlest he offend his host. Custis had never seen a bloodhound and couldnot guess the question back of his schoolmate's silence.
Sam entered the inclosure with breakfast for the dogs.
Phil couldn't keep his eyes off the sunlit, ebony face. His smile wascontagious. His voice was music.
The Westerner couldn't resist the temptation to draw him out.
"You were certainly dressed up last night, Sam!""Yer lak dat suit I had on, sah?""It was a great combination.""Yassah, dat's me, sah," the negro laughed. "I'se a greatcombination--yassah!"He paused and threw his head back as if to recall the words. Then in avoice rich and vibrant45 with care-free joy he burst into song:
"Yassah!" "When I goes out ter promenade I dress so fine and gay I'm bleeged to take my dog along Ter keep de gals46 away."Again his laughter rang in peals47 of sonorous48 fun. They joined in hislaugh.
A stable boy climbed the fence and called:
"Don't ye want yer hosses, Marse Custis?" He was jealous of Sam'spopularity.
Custis glanced at Phil.
"Sure. Let's ride.""All right, Ned--saddle them."The boy leaped to the ground and in five minutes led two horses to thegate. As they galloped49 past the house for the long stretch of whiteroadway that led across the river to the city, Phil smiled as he saw JebStuart emerge from the rose garden with Mary Lee. Custis ignored theunimportant incident.
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