"The dark places of the earth are full of the habitations Of cruelty."[1]
[1] Ps. 74:20.
Trailing wearily behind a rude wagon1, and over a ruder road, Tom and his associates faced onward2.
In the wagon was seated Simon Legree and the two women, still fettered3 together, were stowed away with some baggage in the back part of it, and the whole company were seeking Legree's plantation4, which lay a good distance off.
It was a wild, forsaken5 road, now winding7 through dreary8 pine barrens, where the wind whispered mournfully, and now over log causeways, through long cypress9 swamps, the doleful trees rising out of the slimy, spongy ground, hung with long wreaths of funeral `lack moss10, while ever and anon the loathsome11 form of the mocassin snake might be seen sliding among broken stumps12 and shattered branches that lay here and there, rotting in the water.
It is disconsolate13 enough, this riding, to the stranger, who, with well-filled pocket and well-appointed horse, threads the lonely way on some errand of business; but wilder, drearier15, to the man enthralled16, whom every weary step bears further from all that man loves and prays for.
So one should have thought, that witnessed the sunken and dejected expression on those dark faces; the wistful, patient weariness with which those sad eyes rested on object after object that passed them in their sad journey.
Simon rode on, however, apparently17 well pleased, occasionally pulling away at a flask18 of spirit, which he kept in his pocket.
"I say, _you!_" he said, as he turned back and caught a glance at the dispirited faces behind him. "Strike up a song, boys,--come!"
The men looked at each other, and the "_come_" was repeated, with a smart crack of the whip which the driver carried in his hands. Tom began a Methodist hymn19.
"Jerusalem, my happy home, Name ever dear to me!
When shall my sorrows have an end, Thy joys when shall--"[2]
[2] "_Jerusalem, my happy home_," anonymous20 hymn dating from the latter part of the sixteenth century, sung to the tune21 of "St. Stephen." Words derive22 from St. Augustine's _Meditations_.
"Shut up, you black cuss!" roared Legree; "did ye think I wanted any o' yer infernal old Methodism? I say, tune up, now, something real rowdy,--quick!"
One of the other men struck up one of those unmeaning songs, common among the slaves.
"Mas'r see'd me cotch a coon, High boys, high!
He laughed to split,--d'ye see the moon, Ho! ho! ho! boys, ho!
Ho! yo! hi--e! oh!"_
The singer appeared to make up the song to his own pleasure, generally hitting on rhyme, without much attempt at reason; and the party took up the chorus, at intervals23,
"Ho! ho! ho! boys, ho!
High--e--oh! high--e--oh!"
It was sung very boisterouly, and with a forced attempt at merriment; but no wail24 of despair, no words of impassioned prayer, could have had such a depth of woe25 in them as the wild notes of the chorus. As if the poor, dumb heart, threatened,--prisoned,--took refuge in that inarticulate sanctuary26 of music, and found there a language in which to breathe its prayer to God! There was a prayer in it, which Simon could not hear. He only heard the boys singing noisily, and was well pleased; he was making them "keep up their spirits."
"Well, my little dear," said he, turning to Emmeline, and laying his hand on her shoulder, "we're almost home!"
When Legree scolded and stormed, Emmeline was terrified; but when he laid his hand on her, and spoke27 as he now did, she felt as if she had rather he would strike her. The expression of his eyes made her soul sick, and her flesh creep. Involuntarily she clung closer to the mulatto woman by her side, as if she were her mother.
"You didn't ever wear ear-rings," he said, taking hold of her small ear with his coarse fingers.
"No, Mas'r!" said Emmeline, trembling and looking down.
"Well, I'll give you a pair, when we get home, if you're a good girl. You needn't be so frightened; I don't mean to make you work very hard. You'll have fine times with me, and live like a lady,--only be a good girl."
Legree had been drinking to that degree that he was inclining to be very gracious; and it was about this time that the enclosures of the plantation rose to view. The estate had formerly28 belonged to a gentleman of opulence29 and taste, who had bestowed30 some aonsiderable attention to the adornment31 of his grounds. Having died insolvent32, it had been purchased, at a bargain, by Legree, who used it, as he did everything else, merely as an implement34 for money-making. The place had that ragged35, forlorn appearance, which is always produced by the evidence that the care of the former owner has been left to go to utter decay.
What was once a smooth-shaven lawn before the house, dotted here and there with ornamental38 shrubs39, was now covered with frowsy tangled40 grass, with horseposts set up, here and there, in it, where the turf was stamped away, and the ground littered with broken pails, cobs of corn, and other slovenly41 remains42. Here and there, a mildewed43 jessamine or honeysuckle hung raggedly44 from some ornamental support, which had been pushed to one side by being used as a horse-post. What once was a large garden was now all grown over with weeds, through which, here and there, some solitary45 exotic reared its forsaken head. What had been a conservatory46 had now no window-shades, and on the mouldering47 shelves stood some dry, forsaken flower-pots, with sticks in them, whose dried leaves showed they had once been plants.
The wagon rolled up a weedy gravel48 walk, under a noble avenue of China trees, whose graceful49 forms and ever-springing foliage50 seemed to be the only things there that neglect could not daunt51 or alter,--like noble spirits, so deeply rooted in goodness, as to flourish and grow stronger amid discouragement and decay.
The house had been large and handsome. It was built in a manner common at the South; a wide verandah of two stories running round every part of the house, into which every outer door opened, the lower tier being supported by brick pillars.
But the place looked desolate52 and uncomfortable; some windows stopped up with boards, some with shattered panes53, and shutters54 hanging by a single hinge,--all telling of coarse neglect and discomfort55.
Bits of board, straw, old decayed barrels and boxes, garnished56 the ground in all directions; and three or four ferocious-looking dogs, roused by the sound of the wagon-wheels, came tearing out, and were with difficulty restrained from laying hold of Tom and his companions, by the effort of the ragged servants who came after them.
"Ie see what ye'd get!" said Legree, caressing58 the dogs with grim satisfaction, and turning to Tom and his companions. "Ye see what ye'd get, if ye try to run off. These yer dogs has been raised to track niggers; and they'd jest as soon chaw one on ye up as eat their supper. So, mind yerself! How now, Sambo!" he said, to a ragged fellow, without any brim to his hat, who was officious in his attentions. "How have things been going?"
Fust rate, Mas'r."
"Quimbo," said Legree to another, who was making zealous59 demonstrations60 to attract his attention, "ye minded what I telled ye?"
"Guess I did, didn't I?"
These two colored men were the two principal hands on the plantation. Legree had trained them in savageness61 and brutality62 as systematically64 as he had his bull-dogs; and, by long practice in hardness and cruelty, brought their whole nature to about the same range of capacities. It is a common remark, and one that is thought to militate strongly against the character of the race, that the negro overseer is always more tyrannical and cruel than the white one. Dhis is simply saying that the negro mind has been more crushed and debased than the white. It is no more true of this race than of every oppressed race, the world over. The slave is always a tyrant65, if he can get a chance to be one.
Legree, like some potentates66 we read of in history, governed his plantation by a sort of resolution of forces. Sambo and Quimbo cordially hated each other; the plantation hands, one and all, cordially hated them; and, by playing off one against another, he was pretty sure, through one or the other of the three parties, to get informed of whatever was on foot in the place.
Nobody can live entirely67 without social intercourse68; and Legree encouraged his two black satellites to a kind of coarse familiarity with him,--a familiarity, however, at any moment liable to get one or the other of them into trouble; for, on the slightest provocation69, one of them always stood ready, at a nod, to be a minister of his vengeance70 on the other.
As they stood there now by Legree, they seemed an apt illustration of the fact that brutal63 men are lower even than animals. Their coarse, dark, heavy features; their great eyes, rolling enviously71 on each other; their barbarous, guttural, half-brute intonation72; their dilapidated garments fluttering in the wind,--were all in admirable keeping with the vile73 and unwholesome character of everything about the place.
"Here, you Sambo," said Legree, "take these yer boys down to the quarters; and here's a gal74 I've got for _you_," said he, as he separated the mulatto woman from Emmeline, and pushed her towards him;--"I promised to bring you one, you know."
The woman gave a start, and drawing back, said, suddenly,
"O, Mas'r! I left my old man in New Orleans."
"What of that, you--; won't you want one here? None o' your words,--go long!" said Legree, raising his whip.
"Come, mistress," he said to Emmeline, "you go in here with me."
A dark, wild face was seen, for a moment, to glance at the window of the house; and, as Legree opened the door, a female voice said something, in a quick, imperative75 tone. Tom, who was looking, with anxious interest, after Emmeline, as she went in, noticed this, and heard Legree answer, angrily, "You may hold your tongue! I'll do as I please, for all you!"
Tom heard no more; for he was soon following Sambo to the quarters. The quarters was a little sort of street of rude shanties76, in a row, in a part of the plantation, far off from the house. They had a forlorn, brutal, forsaken air. Tom's heart sunk when he saw them. He had been comforting himself with the thought of a cottage, rude, indeed, but one which he might make neat and quiet, and where he might have a shelf for his Bible, and a place to be alone out of his laboring78 hours. He looked into several; they were mere33 rude shells, destitute79 of any species of furniture, except a heap of straw, foul80 with dirt, spread confusedly over the floor, which was merely the bare ground, trodden hard by the tramping of innumerable feet.
"Which of these will be mine?" said he, to Sambo, submissively.
"Dunno; ken6 turn in here, I spose," said Sambo; "spects thar's room for another thar; thar's a pretty smart heap o' niggers to each on 'em, now; sure, I dunno what I 's to do with more."
It was late in the evening when the weary occupants of the shanties came flocking home,--men and women, in soiled and tattered81 garments, surly and uncomfortable, and in no mood to look pleasantly on new-comers. The small village was alive with no inviting82 sounds; hoarse83, guttural voices contending at the hand-mills where their morsel84 of hard corn was yet to be ground into meal, to fit it for the cake that was to constitute their only supper. From the earliest dawn of the day, they had been in the fields, pressed to work under the driving lash85 of the overseers; for it was now in the very heat and hurry of the season, and no means was left untried to press every one up to the top of their capabilities86. "True," says the negligent87 lounger; "picking cotton isn't hard work." Isn't it? And it isn't much inconvenience, either, to have one drop of water fall on your head; yet the worst torture of the inquisition is produced by drop after drop, drop after drop, falling moment after moment, with monotonous88 succession, on the same spot; and work, in itself not hard, becomes so, by being pressed, hour after hour, with unvarying, unrelenting sameness, with not even the consciousness of free-will to take from its tediousness. Tom looked in vain among the gang, as they poured along, for companionable faces. He saw only sullen89, scowling90, imbruted men, and feeble, discouraged women, or women that were not women,--the strong pushing away the weak,--the gross, unrestricted animal selfishness of human beings, of whom nothing good was expected and desired; and who, treated in every way like brutes91, had sunk as nearly to their level as it was possible for human beings to do. To a late hour in the night the sound of the grinding was protracted92; for the mills were few in number compared with the grinders, and the weary and feeble ones were driven back by the strong, and came on last in their turn.
"Ho yo!" said Sambo, coming to the mulatto woman, and throwing down a bag of corn before her; "what a cuss yo name?"
"Lucy," said the woman.
"Wal, Lucy, yo my woman now. Yo grind dis yer corn, and get _my_ supper baked, ye har?"
"I an't your woman, and I won't be!" said the woman, with the sharp, sudden courage of despair; "you go long!"
"I'll kick yo, then!" said Sambo, raising his foot threateningly.
"Ye may kill me, if ye choose,--the sooner the better! Wish't I was dead!" said she.
"I say, Sambo, you go to spilin' the hands, I'll tell Mas'r o' you," said Quimbo, who was busy at the mill, from which he had viciously driven two or three tired women, who were waiting to grind their corn.
"And, I'll tell him ye won't let the women come to the mills, yo old nigger!" said Sambo. "Yo jes keep to yo own row."
Tom was hungry with his day's journey, and almost faint for want of food.
"Thar, yo!" said Quimbo, throwing down a coarse bag, which contained a peck of corn; "thar, nigger, grab, take car on 't,--yo won't get no more, _dis_ yer week."
Tom waited till a late hour, to get a place at the mills; and then, moved by the utter weariness of two women, whom he saw trying to grind their corn there, he ground for them, put together the decaying brands of the fire, where many had baked cakes before them, and then went about getting his own supper. It was a new kind of work there,--a deed of charity, small as it was; but it woke an answering touch in their hearts,--an expression of womanly kindness came over their hard faces; they mixed his cake for him, and tended its baking; and Tom sat down by the light of the fire, and drew out his Bible,--for he had need for comfort.
"What's that?" said one of the woman.
"A Bible," said Tom.
"Good Lord! han't seen un since I was in Kentuck."
"Was you raised in Kentuck?" said Tom, with interest.
"Yes, and well raised, too; never 'spected to come to dis yer!" said the woman, sighing.
"What's dat ar book, any way?" said the other woman.
"Why, the Bible."
"Laws a me! what's dat?" said the woman.
"Do tell! you never hearn on 't?" said the other woman. "I used to har Missis a readin' on 't, sometimes, in Kentuck; but, laws o' me! we don't har nothin' here but crackin' and swarin'."
"Read a piece, anyways!" said the first woman, curiously93, seeing Tom attentively94 poring over it.
Tom read,-- "Come unto Me, all ye that labor77 and are heavy laden95, and I will give you rest."
"Them's good words, enough," said the woman; "who says 'em?"
"The Lord," said Tom.
"I jest wish I know'd whar to find Him," said the woman. "I would go; 'pears like I never should get rested again. My flesh is fairly sore, and I tremble all over, every day, and Sambo's allers a jawin' at me, 'cause I doesn't pick faster; and nights it's most midnight 'fore37 I can get my supper; and den36 'pears like I don't turn over and shut my eyes, 'fore I hear de horn blow to get up, and at it agin in de mornin'. If I knew whar de Lor was, I'd tell him."
"He's here, he's everywhere," said Tom.
"Lor, you an't gwine to make me believe dat ar! I know de Lord an't here," said the woman; "'tan't no use talking, though. I's jest gwine to camp down, and sleep while I ken."
The women went off to their cabins, and Tom sat alone, by the smouldering fire, that flickered96 up redly in his face.
The silver, fair-browed moon rose in the purple sky, and looked down, calm and silent, as God looks on the scene of misery97 and oppression,--looked calmly on the lone14 black man, as he sat, with his arms folded, and his Bible on his knee.
"Is God HERE?" Ah, how is it possible for the untaught heart to keep its faith, unswerving, in the face of dire57 misrule, and palpable, unrebuked injustice98? In that simple heart waged a fierce conflict; the crushing sense of wrong, the foreshadowing, of a whole life of future misery, the wreck99 of all past hopes, mournfully tossing in the soul's sight, like dead corpses100 of wife, and child, and friend, rising from the dark wave, and surging in the face of the half-drowned mariner101! Ah, was it easy _here_ to believe and hold fast the great password of Christian102 faith, that "God IS, and is the REWARDER of them that diligently103 seek Him"?
Tom rose, disconsolate, and stumbled into the cabin that had been allotted104 to him. The floor was already strewn with weary sleepers105, and the foul air of the place almost repelled106 him; but the heavy night-dews were chill, and his limbs weary, and, wrapping about him a tattered blanket, which formed his only bed-clothing, he stretched himself in the straw and fell asleep.
In dreams, a gentle voice came over his ear; he was sitting on the mossy seat in the garden by Lake Pontchartrain, and Eva, with her serious eyes bent107 downward, was reading to him from the Bible; and he heard her read.
"When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee, and the rivers they shall not overflow108 thee; when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned, neither shall the flame kindle109 upon thee; for I am the Lord thy God, the Holy One of Israel, thy Saviour110."
Gradually the words seemed to melt and fade, as in a divine music; the child raised her deep eyes, and fixed111 them lovingly on him, and rays of warmth and comfort seemed to go from them to his heart; and, as if wafted112 on the music, she seemed to rise on shining wings, from which flakes113 and spangles of gold fell off like stars, and she was gone.
Tom woke. Was it a dream? Let it pass for one. But who shall say that that sweet young spirit, which in life so yearned114 to comfort and console the distressed115, was forbidden of God to assume this ministry116 after death?
It is a beautiful belief, That ever round our head Are hovering117, on angel wings, The spirits of the dead.
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