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“‘Hen the United Presbyter’ans hes to hev an organ to sing by an’ the Methydists gits to hevin’ necktie parties an’ dancin’, it’s time for a blue-stockin’ like me to set at home o’ Sundays an’ dewote himself to readin’ Lamentations,” he was wont11 to explain to his cronies at the store.
Holding as he did such puritanical12 ideas, it is not to be wondered that he viewed with bitter hostility13 the coming of an Episcopal clergyman to West Salem. He had offered no objection when Samuel Marsden, who owned nearly all the land surrounding the village, married a woman from the city, but when that young autocrat14 turned the United Presbyterians out of the building where they had worshiped for a century and had an Episcopal minister come from down the river to hold weekly services there, the blood of all the Huckins boiled and Eben felt called upon to protest.
At first these protests took the form of long discourses15, delivered on the store porch and touching16 on the evil of introducing “ceety notions an’ new-fandangled idees” into the spiritual life of the community. They continued in this strain until one fine April day when the sun was shining with sufficient warmth to allow Eben and his cronies to move from the darkness within the store to the old hacked17 bench without, where they could bask18 in the cheering rays.
The green shoots on the tall maple19 by the[221] hitching20 rail, the shouts of the boys fishing in the creek21 below the rumbling22 mill, the faint “gee haw” of the man who was plowing23 in the meadow across the stream, the contented24 clucking of a trio of mother hens, wandering up and down the village street with a score of piping children in their wake—these and a hundred other things told that spring was at hand. After their long winter of imprisonment25 the shoemaker, the squire26 and the blacksmith would have been contented to enjoy themselves in silence, but Eben was in one of his talkative moods. That very morning his niece had announced her intention of forsaking27 the church in which her fathers had worshiped, and becoming an Episcopalian. His cup of woe28 was overflowing29. He had been able to view with complacence such defections in other families. They had afforded him splendid illustrations with which to enliven his discourses on the weakness of the generality of mankind. He had set the Huckins above the generality. It had seemed to him impossible that one could err30 who boasted the blood of men who had gone to church with the Bible in one hand and a gun in the other. He had always laid particular stress on that point. He was a firm believer in heredity and had long contended that the descendants of those who first settled the valley were blessed with strong characters. Yet one of the blood had become an Episcopalian! And he had met the rector!
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“The first I knowd of it was this mornin’ at breakfast,” said Eben, adjusting his steel-rimmed spectacles that he might look over their tops so sternly as to check any hilarity31 on the part of his auditors32. “Mary sais to me, ‘Uncle, I wish you’d spruce up a leetle this afternoon ez the rector’s comin’.’
“‘Mary,’ sais I, thinkin’ I’d cod33 her jest a leetle, ‘a miller34 runs a mill, a tinner works in tin, a farmer farms, but what in the name of common sense does a rector do?’
“‘I mean the preacher,’ she answers.
“‘Mary,’ I sais, ‘ef the parson heard you a callin’ him sech new-fandangled names, he’d hev you up before the session.’
“She was quiet a piece, for she seen I was in a wery sewere turn o’ mind. I didn’t pay no more attention tell I was jest about gittin’ up from the table ’hen she spoke35 up agin.
“‘Uncle,’ she sais, ‘I hope you won’t mind, but that’s what we Piscopaleens calls preachers—rectors. Mr. Dawson is a rector.’
“Well, sirs, I was so took back, I jest set down an’ gasped36. I thot I was goin’ to hev a stroke. Here was one o’ my blood, my own brother’s dotter, raised on the milk o’ Presbyter’anism, fergittin’ the precepts38 o’ her youth, strayin’ out o’ the straight an’ narrow way an’ takin’ up with the new-fandangled idees o’ the Piscopaleens. An’ why? Because she liked the singin’! ’Hen I[223] heard that I rose in my wrath39 an’ started down here to cool off. On reachin’ the apple tree be the bend in the road, I set down on the grassy40 bank to rest a leetle an’ look ’round. Pretty soon I see a man comin’ over the medder, an’ ez he got close I knowd be the cut o’ his coat an’ the flatness o’ his black slouch that it was the preacher hisself. ’Hen he reached the creek he give a run an’ jump an’ went flyin’ over it in the most ondignifiedest way I ever seen. ‘It seems like he thinks he’s an angel a’ready an’ is spreadin’ his wings,’ I sais to meself. Then he puts both hands on the top o’ the six-rail fence an’ waults over it like a circus performer, landin’ almost at me feet.
“‘Hello,’ he sais.
“‘Hello,’ sais I, never liftin’ me eyes offen the wheat field acrosst the road.
“‘Fine day,’ sais he.
“‘I was jest tryin’ to make up me mind whether it was or not,’ sais I.
“I thot that ’ud settle him, but I mistook me man. He were the thickest headedest, forwardest felly I ever laid eyes on. He jest laughed. Now I admits that ’hen he laughed he ’peared a tol’able pleasant enough sort o’ a leetle person, but I wasn’t in no frame o’ mind fer jollyin’.
“‘I was jest on me way up to your placet to see ye,’ he sais.
“‘Was ye?’ I answers. ‘Well—I heard ye was comin’. I’m jest on me way to store.’
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“It almost seemed I could see that gentle hint comin’ outen his one ear after it hed gone in the other.
“‘So ye waited here fer me,’ sais he. ‘How nice of ye! We’ll jest stroll down to the willage together.’
“‘Well,’ sais I, ‘I’ve changed me mind. I’m goin’ to stay where I am.’
“‘Ye couldn’t a picked a nicer placet,’ he sais.
“An’ with that he set right down be me side. Mad? Why, I was jest bubblin’. An’ I hed a right to be, fixed41 ez I was with a Piscopaleen preacher stickin’ to me closer then a burdock burr to a setter dog’s tail. I didn’t say a word, but jest set there with me eyes on the mo’ntain like he wasn’t about.
“By an’ by he speaks. ‘Mr. Huckin, that’s a nice mule42 you hev runnin’ ’round the pasture adjoinin’ our church.’
“‘So,’ sais I.
“‘An’ mebbe you wouldn’t mind pasturin’ him in some other field a Sunday,’ he went on. ‘Ye mind a few weeks ago I sent you a message askin’ that you keep your cattle out o’ that field on the Sabbath because they disturbs our service. Ye mind it, don’t ye?’
“‘Dimly,’ I answers.
“‘Well,’ he went on, ‘I guesst it must ’a’ ben pretty dim, fer last week ye forgot to take ’em[225] out an’ added that nice mule to the flock. I like that beast mighty43 well, but I objects to his puttin’ his head in the chancery winder durin’ the most solemn part of our service, like he done the other day.’
“‘Hen I pictured that ole mule attendin’ the ’Piscopaleen preachin’ I wanted to laugh all over, but I didn’t dast fer it ’ud ’a’ give him an openin’. I jest turned an’ looked at the preacher ez stern ez I could.
“‘Perhaps,’ I sais, ‘these new-fandangled, ceetyfied goin’s on o’ yourn amused him.’
“He didn’t smile then—not a bit of it. He was riled—bad riled, an’ pinted his finger at me an’ cried, ‘See here, you old hardshell.’ That was the wery name he called me. ‘See here,’ he sais. ‘Since I’ve ben a missionary44 in this community I’ve tried to conduct meself in a proper an’ humble45 sperrit, but ef I hev to carry my missionary efforts on among the mules46, I’ll do it with a gun.’
“‘Hen I heard that I stood right up an’ glared at him. I didn’t mind his shootin’. It wasn’t that what stirred me up. It wasn’t that what made me shake me stick in the air like I was scotchin’ a chestnut47 tree. No, sirs.
“‘Mission’ry!’ I sais. ‘Then all we is heathen,’ I sais. ‘Parson, folks hev ben singin’ sams in this walley fer a hundred an’ fifty year. The folks in this walley hes ben contributin’ to the support o’ mission’ries in furrin lan’s fer the last[226] cent’ry. There are more camp-meetin’s, an’ bush-meetin’s, an’ protracted48 meetin’s, an’ revivals49 an’ love-feasts in this walley in a year than they are years in your life. Yit you calls yourself a mission’ry. You complains about my cattle disturbin’ your meetin’s. Ef they enjoy listenin’ to your mission’ry efforts in behalf o’ we heathen, I don’t think I otter37 stop it. You might do ’em some good.’
“With that I turned an’ walked down the road. I never looked ’round tell I come to the edge o’ the peach orchard50. Then I peeked51 back over me shoulder. There was the preacher, still standin’ be the apple tree lookin’ after me. He was smilin’. Mighty souls! Smilin’! I could ’a’ choked him.”
An oak tree, upturned, its roots stretched forth52 appealingly in the air, its branches washing helplessly to and fro in the stream, a broken scow lying high upon the beach, bottom up, a great crevasse53 in the side of the canal through which could be seen an imprisoned54 and deserted55 canal-boat, told of the spring flood. The Juniata had fallen again to its natural courses, but it was still turbulent and the current was running strongly. It was fast growing dark. Heavy clouds were rolling along the mountains from the west whence sounded the low grumbling56 of the coming storm.
Eben Huckin, standing57 by his boat, looked[227] anxiously up the river, and then across to where the village had been lost in the fast gathering58 blackness. By a hard pull to the opposite bank and a run up half a mile of level road he might make the shelter of the mill before the clouds broke. But this meant tremendous exertion59 and Eben, with the rust60 of sixty years in his joints61, preferred a drenching62. So he tucked his basket in the locker63 in the stern and fixed his oars64 as deliberately66 as though the sun were smiling overhead. Then he began to push out into the stream.
The rattle67 of gravel68 flying before fast falling feet and a crashing of laurel bushes along the towpath caused him to pause.
“Hold on there!” came a voice. “Take me over.”
A moment later a man emerged from among the trees and came tumbling down the bank. It was Dawson. He stopped short and hesitated when he saw Eben, and was about to turn back when the old man said brusquely, “Git in.”
Impelled69 by a flash of lightning on the mountain side and a crash of thunder overhead, the rector scrambled70 into the stern of the boat. Eben gave it a shove and climbed in after him. The river had seized the clumsy craft and had swept it far out from the bank before the old man could fix his oars and get it under control. Then with steady strokes he bore away for the other side.
As Dawson sat watching the coming storm and[228] felt the boat moving along through the water, carrying him nearer and nearer to the lights of the village, he forgot the incident of the mule and the quarrel of the previous day and remembered only that his enemy was taking him from the dark, forbidding mountains behind, where the very trees were thrashing their limbs and straining to and fro as though they would break from their imprisonment and run for shelter too.
“I can never thank you enough for rowing me over, Mr. Huckin,” he said.
There was no reply save a vicious creak of the row-locks. The old man paused at the end of the stroke but kept his eyes fixed on the sky overhead. It seemed as if he was about to answer and then thought better of it, for, ignoring his companion completely, he leaned sharply forward, caught the water with the blades and sent a shower splashing over the stern. Dawson was wet through. He was a young man with a temper, and while he could enjoy an intellectual combat with the rough old fellow before him, he had no mind to be under dog in a physical encounter.
“See here, Eben Huckin,” he said quietly, but in a voice of determination. “Just handle those oars a little more properly or I’ll take command of this craft.”
There was another loud rattle of the row-locks, and the rector involuntarily closed his eyes and ducked, thinking to catch the oncoming wave on[229] the top of his broad hat. The expected deluge71 did not materialize, and he looked up in surprise to see Eben leaning over the side of the boat grasping wildly at an oar65 which was now far out of his reach and floating rapidly away.
“Oh, my Gawd!” cried the old man, throwing himself into the bottom of the boat. “We’re loss, Parson, we’re loss!”
He covered his face with his hands and swung despairingly to and fro, crying, “We’re loss—we’re loss!”
The boat had turned around and was being swept along stern foremost by the swift current. Dawson saw this, but the peril72 of their position was not yet clear to him.
“Pardon me,” he said quietly, “but I don’t understand just what has happened.”
“Happened!” cried Eben. “Happened? Why, your talkin’ done it. I was listenin’ to you, an’ an oar got caught in some brushwood an’ twisted outen my hand. I jumped fer it, lettin’ go o’ the other. Now they’re both gone.”
“But as far as I can see the only difference is we’re going in another direction and a great deal faster,” said the rector calmly.
“We’re just goin’ right fer the canal dam,” groaned73 the old man. “It’s only four mile straight away, an’ ’hen the river’s like this here, it’s a reg’lar Niagry.”
“Hum!” Dawson glanced to his left anxiously.[230] The mountains were now lost in the darkness. He looked to the right to see the lights of the village already far up the river.
“Eben,” he asked, “is there no way we can steer74 her into the shore?”
“All the rudders in the worl’, ef we had ’em, wouldn’t git us outen this current.”
“Is there no island we are likely to run into?”
“Nawthin’ but Bass75 Rock, an’ ez it’s only ten feet square we mowt ez well hope—no, no, it ain’t no uset.”
“We might swim.”
“I can’t swim.”
“I can—a little. If you could we would get out.”
Then the clouds broke and the rain came down in torrents76. They were enveloped77 in blackness and could no longer see one another.
To Dawson, sitting in the stern, his hands grasping the sides of the boat, his head bowed against the storm, it seemed as though they had suddenly been carried out on a great sea. Land was near, but it might as well have been a thousand miles away. A plunge78 over the side and a few strong strokes might take him to safety. But he could not desert the old man—not till he felt the craft sinking beneath him and the water closing over his head. The boat swung up and down in monotonous79 cadence80, and he felt himself being carried helplessly on and on.
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There was a flash of lightning, a deafening81 crash overhead, and all was dark again. It was but for an instant, and yet he saw clearly, hardly a stone’s throw away, a small house on the river bank. A thin wreath of smoke was fighting its way out of the chimney against the rain. In one window there was a light, and in that light a man was standing, complacently82 smoking a pipe and peering out through the narrow panes83 and over the river, watching the play of the lightning along the Tuscaroras.
Huckin half rose to his feet.
“It’s ole Hen Andrews,” he cried. “I wonder ef he seen us.”
Thereupon he shouted lustily for help. He continued his unavailing cries for some minutes, and then sank back to his seat.
“Parson,” he said, as if by a sudden thought, “Parson, kin1 you pray?”
“I’ve been praying all along, Eben,” was the quiet reply.
“Mebbe it’ll do some good,” Eben rejoined, “I hain’t never ben much on it meself—not ez much ez I otter ’a’ ben, but my pap he was powerful in prayer.”
He was silent a moment, and added regretfully, “Oh, don’t I wish he was here now!”
“You are not afraid to die, are you?” asked Dawson.
“Most any other way, I’m not,” was the answer.[232] “But I don’t like drownin’, an’ I don’t make no bones about it. Our family hes allus gone be apoplexy, an’ I had an idee I’d go that way, too. All this here comes so sudden. Oh, Parson, it’s sech an onrastless, oncertain way o’ goin’, a-washin’ roun’ like this fer hours. Ef it ’ud stop after we was gone, I wouldn’t min’ so much, but to keep on a-washin’ an’ bobbin’ roun’ this ole river—Parson, Parson, pray agin.”
The old man leaned forward and clasped his companion’s hand.
“Pray agin, Parson, pray agin!” he cried.
A flash of lightning lit up the river. Just ahead Dawson saw a broad rock. As they were going they would sweep by it. He sprang forward over the seats until he reached the bow. Then he leaped into the water, still keeping a fast hold with one hand on the side of the boat. A few strong strokes and the clumsy craft turned her head. The swimmer’s feet touched the shelving stone, and he reached out blindly till he felt a jagged bit of rock. The stern of the boat swung around and it tugged84 hard to release itself from the firm grasp that had checked its wild career.
Eben Huckin tumbled into the water. Dawson seized him and dragged him from the river, while the boat, now free, went whirling away down stream.
For a long time the two men lay in silence, face downward, on the stone. Then the storm[233] went by and the moon came climbing up the other side of the mountain, and by its light they could make out the narrow confines of their refuge. It was hardly ten feet in length and breadth, and was divided down the middle by a crevice85. They could see the river whirling on all sides. To their right, over the stretch of water, rose the Tuscaroras; to their other hand they looked into the blackness of the woods which extended from the bank to the ridges86 miles away.
“Parson, do ye hear that rumblin’, that rumblin’ jest like the mill in busy times, ’hen all the wheels is goin’?” Huckin was sitting up watching Dawson wring87 the water from his felt hat. The rector strained his ears.
“That’s the dam, Parson. It’s jest a piece below here, an’ mighty near we come to hearin’ that soun’ most onpleasant loud. Who’d ’a’ thot we’d ever hit this here bit o’ rock?”
“Why, Eben, I rather had an idea all along that we might do so,” Dawson laughed. “I was watching for it. I had no intention of letting myself get drowned when you heathen in the valley needed a missionary so badly.”
“True, Parson, true,” said the old man fervently88. “It ’ud ’a’ ben a hard blow fer the walley to hed you tuk jest at this time.”
The rector smiled faintly. He gazed inquiringly at his companion. The moon shining full on Eben’s countenance90 gave him a saintly appearance,[234] for the rougher features had disappeared in the half-light, and the long white hair and beard, so unkempt in the full glare of day, now framed a benevolent91, serious face. Dawson was satisfied.
For a long time nothing passed between the two. Then Eben nudged the rector gently and whispered, “D’ye believe in sperrits?”
“Why, of course not,” was the reply.
“Well, I’m glad you don’t.”
“Why did you ask?”
“Well, I thot ef ye did you’d like to know this here rock is sayd to have a ha’nt.”
“To be haunted!” exclaimed Dawson, edging a little closer.
“Yes, be Bill Springle’s ghos’. I never put much stock in the story meself, but that’s what folks sais. I know them ez claims to hev seen it. I knows one man ez refused to sleep here all night fer a five-dollar bill.”
“Goodness me!” said the rector. “I had no idea the people hereabouts were so superstitious92.”
“It ain’t jest superstition93, Parson. It’s mostly seein’ an’ believin’. Bill Springle’s ben dead these thirty year, an’ in that time, they sais, many folks hes seen him.”
“Eben, the spirits of the dead have better things to do than to spend their nights sitting on cold, damp rocks.”
“I know, Parson, I know; but the case o’[235] Springle was onusual. He lived back along the other mo’ntain an’ one night killed a pedler fer his money. The sheriff’s posse chased him clean acrosst the walley to the river, an’ here they loss sight o’ him. Fer a whole week they beat up an’ down the bank an’ then give up the chase. A year after they foun’ all that was left o’ Bill Springle wedged right in that crack ahint me.”
Dawson arose to his knees and peered over the prostrate7 body of his companion into the interesting crevice. Then he fell back to his old place, giving vent89, as he did so, to a little laugh.
“He’d starved to death,” Eben continued, “an’ they sais that sometimes on stormy nights he kin be seen settin’ here. I never put much faith in the story meself, ez——”
“I’m glad you don’t, Eben,” the rector interrupted. “But suppose we talk of something more cheerful.”
A long silence followed.
“Parson,” the old man at length said, “why don’t ye sleep?”
“On this narrow rock? I’d roll into the river.”
“I’ll watch ye. D’ye see that lone94 pine tree standin’ out o’ that charcoal95 clearin’ on top o’ the mo’ntain?” Huckin indicated the spot with his hand, and Dawson nodded. “Well, ’hen the moon gits over that tree I’ll wake ye up. Then I’ll sleep.”
The rector replied by rolling over on his back[236] and watching the stars until his eyes closed. Soon the old man heard a soft, contented purring and he knew that for a time he was alone—at least till Bill Springle joined him. For a long while he sat in deep thought with his eyes fixed on the whirling waters below him. Suddenly he leaned over and peered into the face of the man sleeping at his side.
“Parson,” he said softly, “I guesst ye needn’t mind no more about that mule.”
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