This was the brother whom he from the North was about to visit on the most solemn and momentous1 questions which could unite or separate the only two sons of the same father. Though Horatio had reasoned himself into the belief that Homer was as strongly a union man 147 as he was himself, he had argued without any adequate premises2; and now, when he was almost on the threshold of his door, he did not feel sure of the position of his brother, though his hope was very strong.
It was with no little trepidation3 on this account that he rang the bell at the front door of Glenfield. A few minutes or an hour or two would settle the momentous question, and decide whether or not all the family, as well as Florry, would take passage in the Bellevite for a more Northern clime.
"De Lo'd!" exclaimed the venerable colored man that came to the door. "De hull4 family done be wery glad to see you, Massa 'Ratio."
"I hope you are very well, Pedro," replied Captain Passford, as he gave his hand to the old servant. "Here is Christy."
"De Lo'd bless Massa Christy!" And he shook hands with the son as he had with the father.
"Is your master at home, Pedro?" asked the visitor, in haste to see his brother.
"Yes, sar; all de folks to home; jes' gwine to lunch. I spects dey all wery glad to see Massa 148 'Ratio and Massa Christy. Walk in, sar; took a seat in de parlor5; and I done reckon we call Massa Homer and de rest ob de folks afore you gits to sleep in yer char6, thar," said Pedro, as he scurried7 out of the room where he had shown the visitors.
It was Florry who caught the first sound of the visitors who had arrived, and she rushed into the drawing-room before the others could be called from up-stairs. She bounded into the room like a fawn8, with her eyes swimming with tears, and threw herself into her father's arms. She could not speak a word, and the captain was as dumb as she was.
For a moment she remained folded in his arms, and then she gently disengaged herself, to render the same wealth of affection in its manifestation9 to her brother, who was standing10 by her father when she darted11 into the room. But Christy was a boy, and not as demonstrative as his father, though he discharged the duties of the affecting occasion with becoming fidelity12, so that the loving girl was sure that his heart was where it had always been.
"Why, papa, I had no idea of seeing you 149 to-day!" exclaimed Florry, when she had wiped away her abundant tears. "I did not know that I should ever see you again, for they say that all the roads to the North have been closed to travel."
"We did not come by land, either by railroad or otherwise; and the Bellevite lies at the wharf13 near this house," the captain explained.
"I was terribly afraid I should never see you again, and that I should have to stay here till this war is ended, papa; but they say it will soon be over," said the fair girl.
"I am afraid it will not be over for a long time, for each side is firmly united in its own cause. But I could not leave you here. Do you want to go back to Bonnydale, Florry?"
"Do I want to go back? What a funny question, papa!" exclaimed she.
"Why is it a funny question?" asked the anxious father, recalling the rather presumptuous14 suggestion the gallant15 major from Fort Gaines had made.
"Don't you think I want to see mamma? You have not told me a word about her; and it is a long time now since I have heard any thing. 150 I do want to go home, and especially I want to see mamma."
"Then you shall see her."
"Is she here, papa?" exclaimed Florry, leaping out of the chair in which she had seated herself.
"She is not here, my child. She is at home, but it will not take many days to bear you to her," replied the devoted16 father, embracing her again, while she kissed him over and over again.
"Can I see her before the war is over, papa?" she asked.
"Certainly you can, if no accident interferes17 with my plans. You really want to go home?"
"To be sure I do. How cruel it is of you to ask me such a question!"
"Then I won't ask it again. But perhaps you will not be able to come to Glenfield again for years," added Captain Passford, looking earnestly into her face.
"What makes you look at me so, papa? What have I done? You look just as you did when I was little and pulled the kitten's tail."
"It is a long time since I have seen you, Florry and I want to look at you all I can."
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151 "Then you may look at me as much as you wish; and I shall be thankful it is not that Major Pierson who comes here, for he has stared me out of countenance18 every time he came," replied she, blushing a little.
"Then you don't like him, do you?" asked her father, with more interest than he cared to display.
"I like him well enough, but I wish he would not stare at me all the time. He seems to think I am good for nothing but to look at," replied Florry smartly.
But the entrance of Mr. and Mrs. Passford turned aside the inquiries19 the captain was making before he had satisfied himself, though he had obtained enough to afford him some hope. The greeting extended to the brother and nephew was all that could be expected or desired; and if the country had not been riven into two bitterly hostile sections, the interview could not have been more brotherly and affectionate. A full hour was used in talking about the trip of the Bellevite, so anxious were the family, including Florry, to hear the particulars of the voyage.
"But how in the world did you get here, 152 Horatio, when every public conveyance20 that leads into the South has been discontinued?" asked Homer.
"I came as I came before," replied Horatio.
"You came in the Bellevite!" exclaimed Homer.
"I did."
"But how did you get by the forts? Both of them have been garrisoned21, and they have been ordered to allow no vessel22 to pass unless she give a good account of herself," continued the planter.
"In other words, it is war now," added Horatio.
"Undoubtedly23 it is war; and, in my judgment24, it will be a terrible conflict before it is finished."
"But you did not tell me in what manner you passed the two forts, which are already strong enough to blow your steamer into a thousand pieces," suggested Homer.
"I did not tell you, and I think we had better understand each other a little better before I say any thing at all about the passage of the forts; though I can assure you that not a single shot 153 was fired at the Bellevite," said Horatio, somewhat embarrassed by the situation.
"De lunch am ready, saw," said a darky at the door at this moment; and perhaps the summons saved the owner of the Bellevite from some further annoyance26.
An hour was spent at the table, for there was enough to talk about without meddling27 with delicate subjects. When the repast was over, Florry invited her brother to look at the flower-garden, which was in the height of its glory, and she was followed by Gerty her cousin, and by Mrs. Passford. As in the Northern family, there were only two children; but Cornelius, or Corny as he was generally called, was not at home, though nothing at all was said about him.
Horatio was invited into the library by his brother, and they seated themselves for a long talk. The owner of the Bellevite was confident that he should soon know on which side the planter belonged, though he was still confident in his former views.
"I suppose there is no other way for you to get here at the present time except in your yacht, and not many men can command so elegant and 154 substantial a vessel as the Bellevite," said Homer, when they were seated. "But what in the world do you expect to do with her down here?"
"I intend to return to my home in her, and to take my daughter back to her mother," replied Horatio, as unmoved as though he had uttered a commonplace expression.
"Take Florry back to her mother!" exclaimed Homer, springing out of his armchair as though his five-and-forty years counted for nothing. "I hope that nothing at all is the matter with your brain, Horatio."
"Nothing at all, so far as I am aware, Homer. You seem to think it is a great undertaking28 to take my daughter home," added Horatio.
"But it is war in this country, and all along the coast. You will certainly be captured, and your daughter sent to a prison, at least till she can be sent home. You have not more than one chance in ten to get to New York."
"Do you think so?" asked Horatio, smiling.
"If you don't know it, I do, my dear brother, that the Southern Confederacy has sent out agents to buy up all the suitable vessels29 they can find, to do duty as cruisers and privateers. You are almost 155 sure to be captured, and think what Florry would suffer in such an event."
"You seem to think that the North is going to hold still, and let you do all this, Homer," added the owner of the Bellevite.
"I don't see how the North can help itself."
"My information is rather meagre; but I am informed that the Government of the United States has proclaimed the blockade, and even that it is enforced farther north, as I am sure it will be on the south."
"That is all nonsense, Horatio, and you know it."
"I don't understand it so."
"How is it possible for the Yankee Government to station ships-of-war on the coast of the Southern States? It is simply impossible," said Homer, warming up with the argument. "The business of fitting out vessels is already begun, I read in the newspapers; and it will be pushed to the utmost."
"I am confident that every Confederate port in the United States will be invested by one or more vessels within a reasonable time."
"But your steamer will be captured before 156 you can get home, even if you get out of Mobile Bay."
"I don't apprehend30 any difficulty on that account. If the Bellevite can't keep out of the way of any thing that floats, she deserves to be captured. She will belong to the Government within a few weeks," added Horatio quietly.
"The Bellevite!" exclaimed Homer.
"The Bellevite, certainly. I should be ashamed to retain her a month after I knew that the union needs her, and the union shall have her as a free gift," added Horatio, quite as warmly as his brother had spoken.
"You will give your steamer to the Yankee Government!" gasped31 Homer, rising from his chair again, and darting32 across the room, as though he was both shocked and disgusted at the conduct of Horatio. "You will allow her to be used in subduing33 a free people? I am sorry."
Homer was very deeply grieved, and Horatio hardly less so.
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