I was born at Rivermouth, but, before I had a chance to become very well acquainted with that pretty New England town, my parents removed to New Orleans, where my father invested his money so securely in the banking1 business that he was never able to get any of it out again. But of this hereafter.
I was only eighteen months old at the time of the removal, and it didn't make much difference to me where I was, because I was so small; but several years later, when my father proposed to take me North to be educated, I had my own peculiar2 views on the subject. I instantly kicked over the little Negro boy who happened to be standing3 by me at the moment, and, stamping my foot violently on the floor of the piazza4, declared that I would not be taken away to live among a lot of Yankees!
You see I was what is called "a Northern man with Southern principles." I had no recollection of New England: my earliest memories were connected with the South, with Aunt Chloe, my old Negro nurse, and with the great ill-kept garden in the centre of which stood our house -- a whitewashed5 stone house it was, with wide verandas6 -- shut out from the street by lines of orange, fig7, and magnolia trees. I knew I was born at the North, but hoped nobody would find it out. I looked upon the misfortune as something so shrouded8 by time and distance that maybe nobody remembered it. I never told my schoolmates I was a Yankee, because they talked about the Yankees in such a scornful way it made me feel that it was quite a disgrace not to be born in Louisiana, or at least in one of the Border States. And this impression was strengthened by Aunt Chloe, who said, "dar wasn't no gentl'men in the Norf no way," and on one occasion terrified me beyond measure by declaring that, "if any of dem mean whites tried to git her away from marster, she was jes'gwine to knock 'em on de head wid a gourd9!"
SHE STRUCK AT AN IMAGINARY "MEAN WHITE"
The way this poor creature's eyes flashed, and the tragic10 air with which she struck at an imaginary "mean white," are among the most vivid things in my memory of those days.
To be frank, my idea of the North was about as accurate as that entertained by the well-educated Englishmen of the present day concerning America. I supposed the inhabitants were divided into two classes -- Indians and white people; that the Indians occasionally dashed down on New York, and scalped any woman or child (giving the preference to children) whom they caught lingering in the outskirts11 after nightfall; that the white men were either hunters or schoolmasters, and that it was winter pretty much all the year round. The prevailing12 style of architecture I took to be log-cabins.
With this delightful13 picture of Northern civilization in my eye, the reader will easily understand my terror at the bare thought of being transported to Rivermouth to school, and possibly will forgive me for kicking over little black Sam, and otherwise misconducting myself, when my father announced his determination to me. As for kicking little Sam -- I always did that, more or less gently, when anything went wrong with me.
My father was greatly perplexed14 and troubled by this unusually violent outbreak, and especially by the real consternation15 which he saw written in every line of my countenance16. As little black Sam picked himself up, my father took my hand in his and led me thoughtfully to the library.
I can see him now as he leaned back in the bamboo chair and questioned me. He appeared strangely agitated17 on learning the nature of my objections to going North, and proceeded at once to knock down all my pine log houses, and scatter18 all the Indian tribes with which I had populated the greater portion of the Eastern and Middle States.
"Who on earth, Tom, has filled your brain with such silly stories?" asked my father, wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Aunt Chloe, sir; she told me."
"And you really thought your grandfather wore a blanket embroidered19 with beads20, and ornamented21 his leggins with the scalps of his enemies?"
"Well, sir, I didn't think that exactly."
"Didn't think that exactly? Tom, you will be the death of me."
He hid his face in his handkerchief, and, when he looked up, he seemed to have been suffering acutely. I was deeply moved myself, though I did not clearly understand what I had said or done to cause him to feel so badly. Perhaps I had hurt his feelings by thinking it even possible that Grandfather Nutter22 was an Indian warrior23.
My father devoted24 that evening and several subsequent evenings to giving me a clear and succinct25 account of New England; its early struggles, its progress, and its present condition -- faint and confused glimmerings of all which I had obtained at school, where history had never been a favorite pursuit of mine.
I was no longer unwilling26 to go North; on the contrary, the proposed journey to a new world full of wonders kept me awake nights. I promised myself all sorts of fun and adventures, though I was not entirely27 at rest in my mind touching28 the savages29, and secretly resolved to go on board the ship -- the journey was to be made by sea -- with a certain little brass30 pistol in my trousers-pocket, in case of any difficulty with the tribes when we landed at Boston.
I couldn't get the Indian out of my head. Only a short time previously31 the Cherokees -- or was it the Camanches? -- had been removed from their hunting-grounds in Arkansas; and in the wilds of the Southwest the red men were still a source of terror to the border settlers. "Trouble with the Indians" was the staple32 news from Florida published in the New Orleans papers. We were constantly hearing of travellers being attacked and murdered in the interior of that State. If these things were done in Florida, why not in Massachusetts?
Yet long before the sailing day arrived I was eager to be off. My impatience33 was increased by the fact that my father had purchased for me a fine little Mustang pony34, and shipped it to Rivermouth a fortnight previous to the date set for our own departure -- for both my parents were to accompany me. The pony (which nearly kicked me out of bed one night in a dream), and my father's promise that he and my mother would come to Rivermouth every other summer, completely resigned me to the situation. The pony's name was Gitana, which is the Spanish for gypsy; so I always called her -- she was a lady pony -- Gypsy.
At length the time came to leave the vine-covered mansion35 among the orange-trees, to say goodby to little black Sam (I am convinced he was heartily36 glad to get rid of me), and to part with simple Aunt Chloe, who, in the confusion of her grief, kissed an eyelash into my eye, and then buried her face in the bright bandana turban which she had mounted that morning in honor of our departure.
I fancy them standing by the open garden gate; the tears are rolling down Aunt Chloe's cheeks; Sam's six front teeth are glistening37 like pearls; I wave my hand to him manfully then I call out "goodby" in a muffled38 voice to Aunt Chloe; they and the old home fade away. I am never to see them again!
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