The Surveyors return to the North Mountain at the end of March, to find the Shelby Seat engulf'd as ever in Turmoil1. Six neighbors having but lately petition'd Governor Sharpe to remove him and his co-Adjutor Mr. Joseph Warford as Justices of the Peace, the Captain's secular2 Woes3 have multiplied sensibly toward a State of irremediable Chaos4, owing to the great Scandal over the winter involving Tom Hynes, Catherine Wheat, and their Baby.
"You recall how last September,— not long before you Boys arriv'd,— Conrad Wheat, one of our Distillers hereabouts, 's Girl Catherine goes up before Cap'n Price holding in her Arms her newborn Baby, swearing under Oath that Tom Hynes is the Father. She doesn't appear at Novem?ber Court in Frederick's Town, so the matter's put over till March."
Tom wonders what she's up to. Some other Swain behind the Smoke?house he don't know about? He's all perplex'd. His own father is happy to advise him. "This is my grandson. Know what that means?"
"Um, no Sir."
"A Grand-Son means a man can quit worrying at last. Means the chain goes on unbroken. The Miracle of Fatherhood. That's as long as the little sucker's Daddy ain't some contemptible7 Fool, who'd gladly run away, but for his own Father, who'd beat him so roundly he'd be running nowhere for a long while, o' course."
"Wha." Tom a-gape. "Marry the bitch?”
"We dwell among people of the Kirk, lad," advises the elder Hynes, "_ recalling the Sampler your dear Mother made, that hangs o'er the Hearth,— "
" 'EXPECT INDIANS; " nods Tom.
"Exactly in the same daily Spirit, must a man, aye and Woman too, at ev'ry Moment, expect Law-Suits out here, from any Direction, for any reason, or none. In a Presbyterian World, 'tis best to keep a tidy Life. Marry her."
"She.. .um, she'd never have me,—
"Proving she's got good Sense,— all the more reason why you need to marry her. Now tonight I'm going to lock you in this Shed here,—
"Dad!"
"To-night, Tom, you must be sober and alone with your Soul, not out rowdy-dowing. Take note I've been holding back the Hickory, so far. This is too important. Think about it."
So young Hynes obeys, tho' his Thoughts aren't quite as spiritual as his Father might have hop'd for. Rather, Tom thro' these dark Hours slowly pieces together what, even in the sunlight of the next day, to his redden'd eyes, continues to look like a clever Plan.
"Forget the Bitch," he announces, "we'll seize the Baby," dashing off before William can comment, to call upon Capt. Shelby and ask him, as Peace Commissioner8, to write him a Warrant to repossess the Baby. The Captain, hearing the Story, is amus'd. His blood gets to racing10 at the pos?sibility of yet another lawsuit11. He goes thro' a great Rigmarole with good Paper, Pens and Inks of several Colors, and Wax Seals as well, and Tom, who can't read any of it, figures he's as good as got that Baby in his Hands.
That Monday Night, about nine or ten, they go to serve the instru?ment,— Tom, and the Constable12, along with Moran, Dawson, a couple of others, Nathan Lynn, and John Gerloh, show up at Wheat's House, pre?tending at first they only want a Quart of Whiskey. Six of 'em, they're planning to share a Quart? The German, suspicious already, now spies Tom Hynes among the Company. "A Pint13, I can only sell you."
"Well come on out here, Conrad, we want you to look at something." Conrad thinks about it,— there are women and children in the house, his nearest Pistol is too far away. He shrugs14 and steps into the night, leaving
the Door open a little, with only the Thrusts of light from candles inside, moving to and fro, to see by. "We've come for the Baby, Conrad," says the Constable, Barney Johnson. "Will you give him up?"
"Why should I?"
"Court Order."
"May I see it."
"Too dark."
"Read it to me?"
Barney sighs. "Here, Moran, you've the Lanthorn,—
What Shelby wrote proves to be a Search Warrant for Stolen Goods,— more of the Welshman's peculiar15 notion of Mirth. Catherine pops out the door to remind the Constable that her Child ain't Goods, stolen or how?ever. Tom, jumping down off his horse, goes after her, and she slams the Door in his face. Ev'rybody's feeling edgy16.
"Who sign'd this Order?" Conrad shouts.
"Don't tell him anything!" warns Tom in a Temper.
"Tom, 'tis all legal," says the Constable. "And Conrad, now,— the Warrant is Captain Shelby's, but,—
"Shelby! Some Court Order, Barnett,— shame, so. Captain Shelby's Demand?— more of his Bullying,— it means nothing. My daughter has already given Security to Justice Price, and her Child is safe here."
"Catherine Wheat having fail'd to show up in Justice Price's Court last Month," Constable Johnson in a small hurried voice proclaims, "is deem'd in violation17 of the Law, and pending18 Disposition19, for the good of the Child must I order my Deputies to lay hands upon it, forthwith."
"Lay hands upon this!" cries one of the Girls of the House, and shakes out a great Wing of Dish-Water, whose pinguid Embrace not all escape, whilst another sets the Hounds who live in the back, upon the Party. The House of a sudden is seen to be fill'd with more people than anyone might have imagin'd.
"Why then Conrad, I am personally sadden'd to think you would lie thus in wait for us,— " the Constable unable to finish his thought as he must struggle to remain atop his Mount. Out the Door, and a Window or two as well, come Barkley, Steed, and the Rush brothers,— Brooks20 and Flint remaining within, to see to the Ladies,— advancing upon the Con5?stable's Men, who with back-Country Whoops21 come a-charging, Cudgels
ready to strike, Tom in his not altogether subdued22 way screaming, "He's mine Bitch and I'll have him alive or dead!" One of Wheat's boys, roughly push'd, falls, is hurt. A sister swoops23 in to snatch the Baby, and bring him in his Swaddling, looking like a little stuff'd Cabbage-Leaf, back to the Kitchen, whilst the others in the House shut and bar the Door, tho' not for long, as the Rioters, close behind, begin breaking it in. The Boy has a compress of Arnica Tea upon his Thump24 by now, and will be all right. Conrad has a lot invested in the Door, which he's carpen-ter'd, carv'd, and hung all with his one set of hands,— he watches, not yet able to believe that these men he thought he knew could become a Band of Raiders who mean him harm, and his Grand-son as well, it seems, for now in this ear-batt'ring Kitchen Melee25 the Baby is suddenly become a Ball in a Game, being toss'd in short high arcs from one Party to another 'bout6 the House, as the Shelbyites go beating upon anyone in their Reach, injuring some so badly they won't make it in to Court. No more hazardous26 than the usual North Mountain Wedding. Young Tom is beating the Mother of his Child, informing her, in a Voice not entirely27 in his Control, of his intention to kill her,— passionate28 lad, tho' not in any way women are apt to find welcome, is it? Nathan Lynn grabs the Baby and runs out the Door, then one of Wheat's Women, chasing after, gets him back, runs on into the Field with Barney after her and John Gerloh close behind. They catch her and beat her till she gives the Child up, all out in the Dark where they can't see her as well as they could back in the Candle-light,— they've no sense of depth here, and don't know how hard to strike. All are Phantoms29 to one another. At last, she reclines in a frozen Furrow30, weeping, trying to get one of them to look her in the face. Gerloh will not, and Barney is too occupied with the Baby,— who, upon assessing the Constable, has begun to cry.
Well, "cry" is perhaps not it exactly. All the way to Ralph Matson's House, that little Banshee lets out a Protest that echoes for miles off these Hills,— Irish Folk cross themselves, needlewomen drop Stitches not to mention Beaux. "For the Days then teeter'd 'round us all," com?ments Capt. Shelby, "- - we'd soon enough ourselves be upon the March from Frederick Town down to Annapolis, riding as a Troop, two and three a-breast, with inexpensive Comparisons made to the Paxton Boys, tho' 'twas the Stamp Dispute that brought us out, and whether the Assembly
would pass its Journal. Tom's domestick Drama gave us a practice run, as you'd say, for Acts of Publick necessity impending31."
At last they convey the Goods successfully across to Matson's, upon the Pennsylvania side,— Capt. Shelby's there waiting, with Will Hynes,— the Baby crying to chill the Bones of Pontiac himself. "Give it here, Barney," says the Cap'n, "ye're doing that all wrong,— " and takes the Baby, who abruptly32 falls silent, gazing up at the Captain's Eyebrows33. "Aye, you like that, do you? Can't say you look much like a Hynes. Just as well." He Orbs34 one by one the bleeding, dishevel'd Escort. "Do I take it the Mother was unwilling35 to give the Infant up?"
"I made the Dutch Bitch's blood fly," Tom Hynes informs the Company.
"Say it three times quickly, Tom, and we'll believe you."
"That, incidentally, is the Exclamation36 verbatim," Uncle Ives here asserts, "— see Proceedings37 of the Council of Maryland, for the Year 'sixty-five. Your Uncle has been telling the story as depos'd much later by people wishing to have Shelby dismiss'd as a Peace Officer, perhaps to get even for some wrong committed during the Crisis attending the Stamp Act, or perhaps more ancient. But here he crossed the Line,— a Pennsylvanian raid upon a Maryland Farmer. 'Twas more, than whose Warrant should have effect where,— Shelby ignor'd the Power of the Line, and chose to defy it. So it became a matter for Annapolis."
" 'Tis all there," allows the Revd, "the whole squalid Tale, transcend38?ing the usual Neighborly Resentment39, tied in to that strange rising of Spirit throughout the Countryside,— from a certain cock of the Hat, to the Refusal of all further Belief in Boundaries or British Government,— a will'd Departure from History."
Captain Shelby's personal Peeve40 is the lack of respect for his Signa?ture upon writs41 and orders, which he seems to run into at ev'ry Turn, either Side of the Line. The Law, in its Majesty42, can look after itself,— 'tis the Disrespect for him personally, that Shelby cannot abide43. "Damn the Dutchman, he'd better stay over there in Maryland or he'll be well thrash'd. Refusing my Writ9! Good thing I wasn't along with you, Barney, Fd've burn'd his house down." No one reminds him that he wrote the Baby-Repossession Order in jest. He refuses in turn, to accept Security from Flint and Brooks on behalf of the Wheat girl,— "If my Writ means
nothing over there, why should your Security mean any more over
here?"-- taking instead the Hyneses' Note for ￡100 as Bond to keep the Baby off the Parish.
The Captain's troubles are not over, for now Conrad Wheat brings Suit over the Riot at his House, obliging all Parties to show up at Justice War-ford's House for a Hearing preliminary to Court. Tom Hynes the merry Bachelor, tho' bobbing Corklike as ever, beginning to feel remorse44, no longer alludes45 to his recent blood-letting Activities. No one wants to hear about it anyway. When the moment to appear before the Justice arrives at last, he's all but desperate to see Kate.
Shelby comes in a-bellowing after a Warrant for Catherine Wheat's Fine. "Mrs. Warford advises against it," replies Joseph Warford, "her Gifts in this area being widely known,— and Evan don't try to squeeze this one dry, for there's not that much in it."
"Damme! Joe! My old Colleague-at-Law,— his worthy46 Wife at whose table I've ever been happy to dine. Betray'd! Who'd've thought it of either one, here, hey Will? Hey, Tom?— Tom?" Tom Hynes is not imme?diately visible.
Amazingly to all, Mrs. Warford and a resolute47 Candle-flame reveal the North-Mountain Casanova retir'd to a Stuft Chair in a dim corner, with Catherine Wheat upon his Lap, whilst he strokes her intently. "You wounded me," she is advising him, "I was bleeding,— I've the Marks yet,— here,— can you see my back?"
''Twas but a Willow48 Switch, and you were curl'd up so tight...I'd never harm you, Katie."
"Why, you lying snake, of course you would,— and you did."
"How was I suppos'd to feel?— ev'ryone staring,— without even telling me first, you just went to Captain Price— I believ'd it our own secret child, the secret of our love, thah' no one need know—
"Are you crazy?— hide a Baby! You know what Babies are, net? You've been in the House with ours, for even a Minute? What Secret?"
"Well,.. .maybe I know that now— Maybe I was young then,— maybe even, even foolish."
"Then was three months ago, you could've just married me then,— sav'd us all this." She doesn't care by now who thinks what, not even Tom, whom she is looking schlag in the eye.
Firmly propell'd from behind by his Wife,— her Version of a sugges?tive Nudge,— Mr. Warford abruptly enters the Tête-à-Tête, rumbling49, "Hynes as you have spoil'd this Girl, and taken her Credit from her, you ought to marry her."
Both young people regard the Avuncular50 Apparition51, and the bobbing Arc of Faces behind, with strangely calm'd Expressions. She rests her head upon Hynes's shoulder, exhales52, and continues to gaze at the Com?pany, her face, if not smug, then at least innocently relaxing after a long struggle. "So, Tom," a confidence in her voice he's never heard, but were he quicker, might have felt concern'd about, "what d'ye think, my Boil'd Potato?"
"Oh," his Face drap'd in a slow Daze53, "I haven't much against it. Sure, I'll consider of it."
Intending to offer twenty-five, but mov'd by the Spirit in the Room, Conrad Wheat declares, "Ye shall have thirty pounds from me. And a five-pound wedding, so."
"Hurrah," cries Mrs. Warford. "Now,— when were you thinking of, young man, exactly?"
"When." Tom Hynes, not sure what today's date is, notes, with some alarm, that all this whole Rioting, Baby-snatching, litigious Time, it has been Christmastide. Has Christmas come and gone and he's miss'd it in all the Commotion54? "Before year's end, Miss's," he supposes.
"Just a minute," cries Capt. Shelby, who's been busy scribbling55. The Merriment subsides56. "There's yet this matter of the Girl's Fine. Joe, if ye'll not write me a Warrant, p'raps ye'll at least, kindly57, sign one of my own, here?"
Mr. Warford peers over at his Wife, who for the second time tonight desuperpollicates, with a mischievous58 tho' unwavering smile for the Captain. "Sorry."
"I don't know how much more, as a man, I can really take of this," mutters the Welshman. "Damn'd Dutchman with his five-pound Ridot-toes and his Indian-Corn Poison,— oh, much too grand to comply with my lawful59 Writ, and now, old Joe, you refuse me once, and then again,— this night am I thrice denied,— then Damme, I'll sign it myself,— there! Now someone, seize the young Lady forthwith!”
"My pleasure!" cries the dim Tom Hynes, clasping his sweetheart, who squeals60.
Will Hynes frowns at Shelby. "What new Thievery's this?"
"I'll take your Note happily, Tom," the Captain prompts.
"Dad?"
"I think he wants you to be here for the Wedding," explains Will Hynes.
"Before the Year is out," intones Mrs. W.
Thus, upon the night of December 31st, all are gather'd at Mr. War-ford's House, in clean Clothes and hopeful Spirits. Snow drifts in the cor?ners of Window-panes distant from the Fire. Mrs. Warford has made a great dark, spirit-soak'd Fruit-Cake, and iced it for good Measure, in bridal White. Conrad Wheat has brought a Waggon-load of his lately run Conoloways White, whose drinking requires close attention, lest it prove but one more way of falling asleep. Stamp Act rumors61 fly among small gatherings62 of young Men, in and out of doors. An assortment63 of Calathumpians are there, with a full Battery of cowbells tun'd to the Pen-tatonick Scale, Drums with 'Possum-skin Heads, Whistles and Gongs and a Military Bugle64 found in the woods after Braddock's Defeat.
"Not as cold as last winter this time, d'ye remember?"
"Cold enough for me."
"Never hope to see another like that one."
"This morning my Dogs wanted to stay in."
"Your Dogs have to lean against the Wall to bark, Gus."
Captain Shelby recites the Service as if it were Poetry. "Will you Thomas Hynes, take Catherine Wheat to your lawful wedded65 Wife?"
"Aye, Sir, I will."
"And Catherine Wheat, Thomas Hynes to your lawful wedded Hus?band— "
"I will."
- Then, barring some further act of Disrespect toward yet another Signature of mine, acting66 within my Authority as Officer of the Peace, I am delighted to be able at last to pronounce,— Jump, Dog! Leap, Bitch! And I'll be damn'd if all the men on Earth, can un-marry you!"
"Tell 'em, Captain!"
"Oh, Tom you've broken my heart!”
"And several others as well!"
The Fiddler raises his Bow and attacks "The Black Joke." Feet redis?cover Steps that are their own, and not those of the Day and its Demands.
When Tom wakes next morning, only slowly recognizing the bed Mrs. Warford is charging him five shillings for, the first thing he notices is the wallpaper, pattern'd all over with identical small blue Flowers, upon a Ground of glowing Vermilion. He lies there for a long time in the cres?cent light, doing nothing but regarding this floral Repetition. He finds that if he comes close enough to the Wall, and lets his eyes drift slightly out of Focus, each Blossom will divide in two, and these slide away to each Side, until re-combining with a Neighbor,— and that the new-made images appear now to have Depth, making an Array of solid Objects sus?pended in a quivering bright /Ether.
It may have been a difficult night,— only one or two things stand out. He does recall Capt. Shelby performing the Marriage. He looks over beside him, now, and sure enough, there's Katie asleep, with an Egg-shap'd drop of Sunlight about to touch her Shoulder. So that was real.... He also recalls getting up in the middle of the night to piss, and being
confronted with a Figure he at first imagines as the D——l, because it
bears a Pitchfork,— but which he presently recognizes as Capt. Shelby.
"Been waiting, Mr. Hynes. Thought ye'd never come. Look at them, they're all asleep." In every dark nook lay revelers, under and upon the Furniture and Stairs. "All except me, I'm the only one who stay'd up, for I knew ye'd try to escape. Now,— get your Arse back into that Chamber67, and if you dare to leave your lawful Wife, tonight or ever, this," waving the Fork, "gets jobb'd in your Guts68, are we in Agreement?"
"Captain, all's I got up for was to piss,— and I was thinking more of outside the Judge's House than in?"
"Why didn't you say so? Come on, then. We'll see. We'll go piss in the snow."
Threading their way among snoring celebrants, trying not to blunder onto drooling Faces or disarrang'd Skirts, they go outside, and together piss in the Snow. Shelby writes his name, sweepingly69, as if at the bottom of some Blank and all-powerful Warrant of the Winter, whilst Tom draws
a simple Heart, unpierc'd, unletter'd, whose outline he fills in carefully, completely, and then some. The Captain looks over. "You certainly did have to piss. Hallelujah. Attend me. Give up the pleasures of Town,— those brick Defiles70 are not for you...your Fate lies rather to the West. When those Surveyors return in the Spring, they'll be needing Hands. You can be head of Shelby's Men, a sort of Party within the Party, what say you?"
"Did me a service," Tom Hynes will declare, when anyone asks. "I'm forever oblig'd to the Captain,— Catherine Wheat is the best thing that ever happen'd to me,— without her I'd be lost. He sure knew what was best."
They are reluctant to quit the freezing Night. Tom asks, quietly, "May she come along?"
"She'll be in Foal again. Hey?"
"Forgot about that."
Shelby regards him silently and at length. "I had ye calculated for a Renegade. Why ye're going to be another damn'd Grandfather Cresap, Tom,— you'll see.”
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