Having mark'd the sixth Anniversary of Rebekah's Passing, Mason leaves the Forks of Brandywine and proceeds north, arriving in New-York by way of the Staten Island Ferry,— the approaching Sky-line neg?ligible but for a great Steeple, far to port, belonging to the Trinity Church, at the head of Wall-Street, where he will attend services on Sun?day. But then there is Monday Night.
"The Battery's the spot to be," he is inform'd by all he meets who know the Town. It proves to be a testimonial to Desire, for upon a Cold Night of Wind that tears the Flames from the Torches, and sends waves against the Sea-Wall, yet along that Lee Shore, amorous2 Gaits more cau?tious for the wet Footing, go well into the Midnight a Parade of needful Citizens, Faces ever bent3 from the assault of Wind smooth as Light, toward the empty Path, the unapproachable Shadow, Acts never speci?fied. Mason, seeing no point, joins them for a while nonetheless. It all proceeds wordless as a Skating-Party. Presently he has fallen in with a certain Amelia, a Milk-Maid of Brooklyn, somehow alone in New-York without funds. "Here then. You've not eaten." He is correct. At a Tavern5 in Pearl-Street, she scoffs6 down several Chops, a Platter of Roasted Pota?toes, her bowl of Fish Chowder and his, before Mason has butter'd his Bread. A Clock strikes the Hour. "Oh, no!" They must run to catch the last Ferry back to her farm upon Long-Island. A bittersweet passage, Ferries ev'rywhere upon that cold and cloud-torn Styx, Bells dolefully a-bang in the Murk, strange little gaff-rigg'd coasters and lighters7 veer8?ing all over the Water, stack'd high abovedecks with Cargo,— a prosper9?ous Hell.
Amy is dress'd from Boots to Bonnet10 all in different Articles of black, a curious choice of color for a milkmaid, it seems to Mason, tho', as he has been instructed ever to remind himself, this is New-York, where other Customs prevail. "Oh, aye, at home they're on at me about it with?out Mercy," she tells him, "I'm, as, 'But I like Black,'— yet my Uncle, he's, as, 'Strangers will take you for I don't know what,' hey,— I don't know what, either. Do you?"
"How should I— "
"You're a stranger, aren't you? Well? What would you take me for?"
Days later, riding back to Brandywine through the Jerseys11, he will rehearse endlessly whether she said "would you take me," or "do you take me," and ways he might have improv'd upon "Um...," his actual Reply. She does glance back with an Expression he's noted12 often in his life from Women, tho' never sure what it means.
The "Uncle" seems young for one of that Designation, his Hair
a-shine with some scented13 Pomade, side-whiskers shav'd to quite acute
Angles, his hand ever straying to consult the over-siz'd and far from
ornamental14 Dirk he wears in a Scabbard upon his Belt. With Mason he
is genial15 but guarded,— toward Amy, however, even Mason detects
insinuations of reprisal16 to come. "All her Funds? even the Pennies little
Ezekiel gave her, to buy him Sweets? Oh, Amelia. Dear oh dear. Was she
careless, was that it? Did she look in the Window of some English Shop
and see a Frock she fancied? Did one of those awful big-city Dips fly by
and lift her whole Bundle, perhaps as an Exercise? Is that what hap-
pen'd, 'Amelia'?"— pronouncing the name with such Vexation, that
Mason faces the inconvenient17 Dilemma18 of stepping in as a Gentleman
must,— yet on behalf of someone he has cross'd a River with under, it
now appears, an assum'd Name. Where is his Loyalty19 presum'd to lie? It
isn't as if they've been at all, as you'd say, intimate, is it?.. .Fortunately,
by this point in his Deliberations, Amelia, in a suggestive Tone, is mur?
muring, "I know I've been ever so wicked, Uncle,...but the Gentleman
has been very kind “
Causing a redirection of the avuncular20 Gaze upon Mason, for reasons he will grasp only later, when Dixon explains it to him back in Camp, with Gestures, some of them impatient. "We all appreciate a kind Gen?tleman 'round here," the young man offers, as into the Parlor21 behind him now slide an assortment22 of Rogues23 weirder24 than any Mason has yet seen, be it at Portsmouth, or the Cape25, or even Lancaster Town.
"Look what Pussy's brought in," leers a Half-Breed with a braided Queue.
"Brit, by the look of him," cries a short, freckl'd seaman26 in whom Stature27 and Pugnacity28 enjoy an inverse29 relation. "— long way from home ain't you old Gloak?"
"Who does your Wigs30, Coz?"
"There there, my Lads, think of the Impression we must be making, when we ought to be showing our Guest that here in Brooklyn, we can be just as warm and friendly as they are over in New-York. We're not Country-folk, after all. We've seen 'em all, all manner of Traveler, saints and sinners, green and season'd, some who could teach Eels32 to wriggle33 and some who were pure fiduciary34 Edge, and I'll tell you, this one...I don't know. What do you think, Patsy? He's not so easy to read. You've done the Ferry-boat Lurk35, you know all the Kiddies, what say you?"
Someone who in different Costume might easily be taken for a Pirate of the Century past, gives Mason the up-and-down. "New one on me, Cap'n. The diff'rently-siz'd Eye-balls suggest a life spent peering into small Op'nings. Yet he's not a Bum-bailiff, nor a bum's assistant,— lacks that, what you would call, cool disinterest."
"Amen to that," cries the lewd36 Half-Breed.
"Where would his Interests lie, do you think?" inquires Uncle. Ev'ry-one looks at Amelia.
" 'Xcuse me? I'm suppos'd to know? I'm sure I was, as, 'Ahoy, Sailor,' and Stuff?" she exclaims at last.
"What's he been peeping into, then?" the truculent37 Sailor yells. Gen?eral again is the Merriment.
"I observe the Heavens," Mason seeking thro' the force of his upward gaze some self-Elevation, "I am a Cadastral Surveyor, upon a Contrac?tual Assignment," in a tone inviting38 a respectful hush39.
Instead of which, Amelia, squealing41 in alarm,— "Cad! Ass1?— Eeeoo!"-- jumps backward, into the not entirely42 unwelcoming embrace of her "Uncle," whilst a number of Dogs begin to wail43, as it seems, dis?appointedly, and a thick-set Irishman, announcing in a pleasant voice, "I'll kill him, if you lot would rather not," begins to load his Pistol.
"There there, Black-Powder, now put it away,— Sir, the lad's con-fus'd, hates the English King and all his subjects as well,— best to tell him you're French, use an Accent if you can manage it,— no, killing44 him is out of the question, Blackie, for you see, he's the renown'd Astronomer45, M'syeer Maysong."
"Nor am I 'ere to gathair the Intellizhonce"— as Blackie's Eyes nar?row thoughtfully,— "on be'alf of anyone, for pity's sake. Were it not for your Niece,—
"Ah.— "
"Pray ye Captain,— I am well into my thirty-seventh Year,—
"My point exactly. You see how she is. A Dew-Drop, trembling upon the morn of Womanly awakening46, not yet assaulted by that Day you and I well know,— let alone savag'd, us'd up, and thrown aside."
"Quotha. She strikes me rather as a resourceful young woman, inde?pendent in her ways."
"Others would say willful. One day soon, someone will have to ask her to stop wearing black Cloth, as it all comes here from England,— yet who among us is eager for the task? they'll hear her across the River."
"No black Cloth? Rum little gesture to insist upon."
"It goes to the Heart of this," snarls48 the Half-Breed, Drogo. "All the Brits want us for, is to buy their Goods. The only use we can be to them, is as a Herd49 of animals much like the Cow, from whose Udders, as from our Purses, the contents may be periodickally remov'd,— well,— if all we have to withhold50 from them, be a few pitiable Coins, then so let us do,— hoping others may add to the Sum."
Hum.. ."may add".. .Mason, squinting51 into a neutral corner, considers this. Upon the one hand, he has heard Highwaymen address Travelers they wish to rob in tones less direct,— upon the other, if they are willing to call it a Bribe52, Mason is certainly willing to discuss the size of it—
"As it happens, Sir, yours may be just the helping53 hand we need. Be you familiar with any Aspect of Telescopick Repair?”
"Enough not to cause too much Damage."
In the Silence following, ev'ryone but Mason exchanges Looks. "Oh, he's all right," decides "Amy" 's "Uncle," whose Sobriquet54 (for few here use Christian55 Names) is "Captain Volcanoe." "If he reads the Papers, he knows what we are—Sir,— when there is light enough,— would you mind having a look?"
The Telescope stands in its own Window'd Observatory56 at the Top of the House, before it the Edge of the River, behind it a green Plain strewn with Groves57 and Homesteads, and stems of Smoke in wand'ring Ascent58, their Yearnings how like our own— The Instrument seems to be point?ing down toward the Ship-Yards across the River,— commanding a View, in fact, of all the Docking along Water-Street, and, more obliquely60, of the River-front, down to the White-Hall Slip at the South end of the Island, unto Governor's Island beyond, and the Buttermilk Channel. A Field-Marshal's Dream.
"Here," mutters Mason.— " 'Tis design'd to be aim'd upward, y'see, not down, for one thing. All the relevant screw-adjustments on this Model end, effectively, at the Horizon. For, as with our Thoughts, to aim downward is to risk,— ahrrh," squinting into the Eye-piece. "Something has knock'd these Lenses quite out of Line. You need to re-collimate."
"How long will that take to fix?"
"You really need a Frenchman for a job like this,— that is,—
"Hey! You're a Frenchman, you said."
"Oui, I meant, of course, I am your Man! What Tools are there?" Not many. The subtle and ingenious M. Maysong must unscrew the fastening-Rings with Blacksmith's Tongs61, padded with the remains62 of a Hat which has met with some violent Misadventure almost certainly including Fire. Sheep and Poultry63 wander in and out of his Atelier. Black-Powder looks in frequently, brandishing64 a different Weapon each time. "Do I make ye twitchy, Sir? Capital!"
Feeling not quite a Prisoner, Mason works thro' the Day. From across the River come the sounds of Mauls upon Pegs65, Ship-fitters' Ejacula?tions, the squeal40 of lines in Sheaves, Thuds and far-carrying Cries, Ships' Bells, Chandlers' Dogs hungry all day, Bumboats crying their Merchandise. Members of the Collectivity climb the Ladder, to appear?ance but curious in a friendly way, and soon the room is full of young Men and Women in avid66 Disputation. Someone brings up "Sandwiches," and someone else a Bottle, and as night comes down over New-York like a farmer's Mulch, sprouting67 seeds of Light, some reflected in the River, the Company, Mason working on in its midst, becomes much exercis'd upon the Topick of Representation.
"No taxation— "
- without it, yesyes but Drogo, lad, can you not see, even thro' the Republican fogs which ever hang about these parts, that 'tis all a moot4 issue, as America has long been perfectly69 and entirely represented in the House of Commons, thro' the principle of Virtual Representation?"
Cries of, "Aagghh!" and, "That again?"
"If this be part of Britain here, then so must be Bengal! For we have ta'en both from the French. We purchas'd India many times over with the Night of the Black Hole alone,— as we have purchas'd North America with the lives of our own."
"Are even village Idiots taken in any more by that empty cant70?" mutters the tiny Topman McNoise, "no more virtual than virtuous71, and no more vir?tuous than the vilest72 of that narrow room-ful of shoving, beef-faced Louts, to which you refer,— their honor bought and sold so many times o'er that no one bothers more to keep count.— Suggest you, Sir, even in Play, that this giggling74 Rout68 of poxy half-wits, embody75 us? Embody us? America but some fairy Emanation, without substance, that hath pass'd, by Miracle, into them?— Damme, I think not,— Hell were a better Destiny."
"Why," exclaims the Captain, " 'tis the Doctrine76 of Transsubstantia-tion, which bears to the Principle you speak of, a curious likeness,— that's of course considering members of Parliament, like the Bread and Wine of the Eucharist, to contain, in place of the Spirit of Christ, the will of the People."
"Then those who gather in Parliaments and Congresses are no better than Ghosts?— "
"Or no worse," Mason cannot resist putting in, "if we proceed, that is, to Consubstantiation,— or the Bread and Wine remaining Bread and Wine, whilst the spiritual Presence is reveal'd in Parallel Fashion, so to speak,— closer to the Parliament we are familiar with here on Earth, as whatever they may represent, yet do they remain, dismayingly, Humans as well.”
Ev'ryone stops eating and drinking to stare at him. "Parley77 Voo?" inquires Blackie. "Hey?"
"All respect, Sir, 'tis not near as fussy78 as that. We'd rest content with someone in Parliament along the Lines of Mr. Franklin recently, in Lon?don, someone that side of the Herring, looking out for the interests of the Province,— walking in to that Board of Trade,— 'Right, then, here I am in person,'— turning on that damn'd Charm,—
"Aye, an agent for Parliamentary business,— working for us, not some Symbol of the People who won't care a rat's whisker about his Bor?ough, who will indeed sell out his Voters for a chance to grovel79 his way to even a penny's-worth more Advantage in the World of Global Med?dling he imagines as reality."
"Yet Representation must extend beyond simple Agentry," protests Patsy, ' - unto at least Mr. Garrick, who in 'representing' a role, becomes the character, as by some transfer of Soul,—
"You want someone to go to London and pretend to be an American who hates stamp'd Paper, something like that? Send over Actor-Envoys? Stroller-Plenipotentiaries? Appalling80."
"Not that bad a Thought,— and consider Preachers, as well. Mr. Gar-rick's said to envy Whitefield's knack81 for bringing a Congregation to Tears, simply by pronouncing 'Mesopotamia.'''
"If we'd but had someone there, why there might be no miserable82 Stamp Tax now,— and till we have someone, that can prevent the next such, why, the Stamp Act is simple Tyranny, and our duty's to resist it."
Mason expects shock'd murmurs83 at this,— that there are none shocks him even more gravely, allowing him a brief, careening glimpse at how far and fast all this may be moving,— something styling itself "Amer?ica," coming into being, ripening84, like a Tree-ful of Cherries in a good summer, almost as one stands and watches,— something no one in Lon?don, however plac'd in the Web of Privilege, however up-to-the-minute, seems to know much about. What is happening?
"...Even Playing-Cards,— they want to take a Shilling the Pack. If your Parliament go ahead with this, we'll have a Summer like the World has never seen."
"Not my Parliament," Mason alertly.
"Do I take it, then, that you own no Property, wherever 'tis you're from, Sir?"
"What Rooms in my Adult Life have not been rented to me," Mason reckons, "have been included among the terms of my employment."
"Then you're a Serf. As they call it here, a Slave."
"Sir, I work under Contract."
"Someone owns you, Sir. He pays for your Meals and Lodging85. He lends you out to others. What is that call'd, where you come from?"
"Why, and if you are free of such Arrangements," Mason shrugs86, "hurrah87 thrice over and perhaps one day you may instruct all the rest of us in how, exactly."
"So we shall." The tone balanc'd upon a Blade's Edge, between Pity and Contempt.
Mason, not wishing to look into his eyes, carefully scrapes the Black?ing from around a Set-Screw, then with the worn Tip of a Hunting Knife removes it, a Quarter-turn at a time. "I have had this Promise in Philadelphia, as well,— from Coffee-House Cabals88 and such."
"We are in Correspondence," says the Captain, "as are all the Provinces one with another. You may wish to pass that on to London. This is Continental89, what's happening."
Amelia, attach'd to an avuncular Sleeve, is gazing at Mason with new interest. "Didn't know you were famous," she murmurs, "working directly for the King, the Cap'n says,— well, I'm, as, 'maz'd."
"Alas90, no longer. Out in the Woods these days, running lines for a
couple of Lords in a squabble "
"An exercise in futility91! I can't believe you Cuffins! In a few seasons hence, all your Work must be left to grow over, never to be redrawn, for in the world that is to come, all boundaries shall be eras'd."
"You believe Christ's return to be imminent92," Mason feigning93 Hearti?ness, "— that is surely wonderful news, brother! In my own Faith, we believe the same,— except possibly for the 'imminent' part."
"Is this worth explaining to him?" Drogo asks the Captain.
"Degrees of Slavery, Sir. Where in England are you from?"
A Mask-dropping Sigh.
"Stroud, G-d help me."
"Then you have known it.”
"I have encounter'd Slavery both at the Cape of Good Hope, and in America, and 'tis shallow Sophistry94, to compare it with the condition of a British Weaver95."
"You've had the pleasure of Dragoons in your neighborhood? They prefer rifle-butts to whips,— the two hurt differently,— what otherwise is the difference in the two forms of Regulation? Masters presume them?selves better than any who, at their bidding, must contend with the real forces and distances of the World,— no matter how good the pay. When Weavers96 try to remedy the inequality by forming Associations, the Cloth?iers bring in Infantry97, to kill, disable, or deliver up to Transportation any who be troublesome,— these being then easily replaced, and even more cheaply, by others quite happy to labor98 in Silence."
"Yet Slaves are not paid,— whereas Weavers,—
"Being from Stroud, Sir, I think you know how Weavers are paid,— tho' Wolfe preferr'd to settle the Pay-list with lead and steel, keeping his hand in between Glorious Victories, thinking he'd use weavers for target practice, nasty little man, hated Americans, by the way,— 'Contemptible99 cowardly dogs who fall down dead in their own Shit,' I believe was the way he phras'd it—"
Mason recalls well enough that autumn of '56, when the celebrated100 future Martyr101 of Quebec, with six companies of Infantry, occupied that unhappy Town after wages were all cut in half, and the master weavers began to fiddle102 the Chain on the Bar, and a weaver was lucky to earn tup?pence for eight hours' work. Mason in those same Weeks was preparing to leave the Golden Valley, to begin his job as Bradley's assistant, even as Soldiers were beating citizens and slaughtering103 sheep for their plea?sure, fouling105 and making sick Streams once holy,— his father mean-times cursing his Son for a Coward, as Loaves by the Dozens were taken, with no payment but a Sergeant's Smirk106. Mason, seeing the Choices, had chosen Bradley, and Bradley's world, when he should instead have stood by his father, and their small doom'd Paradise.
"Who are they," inquires the Revd in his Day-Book, "that will send violent young troops against their own people? Their mouths ever keep?ing up the same weary Rattle107 about Freedom, Toleration, and the rest, whilst their own Land is as Occupied as ever it was by Rome. These forces look like Englishmen, they were born in England, they speak the
language of the People flawlessly, they cheerfully eat jellied Eels, joints108 of Mutton, Treacle-Tarts, all that vile73 unwholesome Diet which maketh the involuntary American more than once bless his Exile,— yet their intercourse109 with the Mass of the People is as cold with suspicion and contempt, as that of any foreign invader110."
"We shall all of us learn, who they are," Capt. V. with a melancholy111 Phiz, "and all too soon."
Wednesday Morning, Mason waves good-bye at the Dock, where they've all come down to the Ferry, and Patsy boards with him, to see him across, and past the Inconveniences of New-York. Arriv'd at last in the Jerseys, Patsy claps him on the Shoulder. "We could be at War, in another Year. What a Thought, hey?"
"I do not enjoy regular Luncheon112 Engagements with these people, but I am close enough to tell you this,— they will not admit to Error. They rely upon colorful Madmen and hir'd Bullies113 to get them thro' the per?ilous places, and they blunder on. Beware them."
"Thank you, Sir. It must have cost you at least a few Years of believ?ing otherwise, and I appreciate it. We all do."
Coming back down thro' the Jerseys, Mason and his Horse abruptly114 dis?join. "Met some boys," says the Field-Book Entry for Sunday the twenty-fourth, "just come out of a Quaker Meeting House as if the De——l had
been with them. I could by no means get my Horse by them. I gave the Horse a light blow on the head with my Whip which brought him to the ground as if shot dead. I over his head, my Hat one way wig31 another, fine
sport for the Boys." In the Foul104 Copy, he writes, "for ye D——l and the
Boys," but this does not appear in the Fair Copies the Proprietors115 will see. All thro' the Monday he lies in bed, his Hip59 a Torment116, no Position any less painful than another. What had happen'd? What unforeseen Station, what Duty neglected? What had his Horse boggl'd at? it being well known that Horses may detect Spirits invisible to human Sensoria. "Mason's Strike-over here is of the Essence," opines Uncle Ives. "He knows that the Boys, releas'd from the Silence of the Meeting into that
Exuberance which to soberer spirits is ever a sign of the Infernal, yet did not cause his Animal's behavior. What was there, too much for the Horse to remain in the Road, that his own Sensorium was too coarse or ill-coded, to detect?"
"The D— "
"Not in this House, 'Thelmer," warns his Uncle Wade117.
"Pigs are known to smell the Wind," remarks Aunt Euphrenia, busy at the Valves and Cocks of the Coffee-Urn.
"Saul who is also Paul, upon his way to Damascus," adds the Revd, "smit by the Glory and Voice of the risen Christ, is Christ's in the instant. Many of us long to be taken in the same way,— many are."
Recovering from his Fall, Mason in fact spends his waking time read?ing I Corinthians, in particular Chapter 15, in which Paul's case for Res?urrection proceeds from Human bodies to Animal Bodies, and thence to Bodies Celestial118 and Terrestrial, and the Glories proper to Each, to Verse 42,— "So also is the Resurrection of the Dead."
"Excuse me?" Mason aloud. " 'So also'? I don't see the Connection. I never did."
"Of course not, dear Mopery,— it comes of thinking too much, for there is a Point beyond which Thought is of little Service." It is not Rebekah, not exactly, tho' it may have been one of those clear little Dreams that lead us into the crooked119 Passage-ways of Sleep,— tho' he would insist, as ever to Dixon, that he was not sleeping at the time of the Visit.
If he does not yet treasure, neither does he cast away, these Lesser120 Revelations, saving them one by mean, insufficient121 one,— some unbid?den47, some sought and earn'd, all gathering122 in a small pile inside the Cas?ket of his Hopes, against an unknown Sum, intended to purchase his Salvation123.
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