Secrets and Revelations (Bellingwood #4)

by Diane Greenwood Muir

  "It's a busy day!"

  "You're right. I have some breakfast ready for you and then you can start your chores. When you are finished with that, I have four pies and six loaves of bread for you to take to Mr. Ivins."

  Andrew quickly ate his breakfast and ran out to the barn. The cows seemed glad to see him and he tried to stay calm and milk each of them, but he wanted nothing more than to hurry through his task and get started with his day. He gathered eggs and fed the chickens and took the pails back to the house. He hadn't yet seen Daniel and Nelly and wondered where they might be, so he was surprised when he saw them at the table eating breakfast.

  "There you are," Sylvie said, taking the pails of milk from him. She nodded for him to set the eggs down. "Since you've worked so quickly this morning, would you please go out to the well and draw some more water? We are going to give little Jonah a bath today. Nelly says it has been a very long time since they've been able to do that."

  Andrew wanted to protest, but knew it would do him no good and he wanted to impress their guests with his obedience, so he took the water buckets outside the front door and closed it behind him.

  He knew that it took exactly five buckets of water to fill the wash tub. This was going to take some work. He and Jason usually did it together on Saturdays when it was time for them to take baths. He sighed and walked to the well.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Andrew was glad to get to school that morning. He knew he couldn't talk about the visitors at his house, but he was ready for anything that might distract him. Miss Giller had asked each of her students to choose a country they wanted to study at the beginning of the school year and then throughout the year they gave presentations on different aspects of that country. There had been history, geography and economic lessons, and now that they were coming to the end of the year, she allowed them extra time to work on their final presentations.

  Spain was the country Andrew had chosen and this morning he was working at shading in the large map he had drawn of all the regions in the country. He had spent hours researching its topography and wanted to get the shading just right. It would be the centerpiece of his speech.

  The morning passed quickly and after lunch Miss Giller asked him to spend time helping younger students with their math problems. Soon the day was over and he went outside to find Homer waiting for him.

  "Just wait, boy. Miss Giller is going to walk home with us."

  Homer sat down, wagging his tail in the dirt. Soon Andrew’s teacher joined him and they began walking toward the edge of town.

  "How is your brother doing today?" she asked.

  "Those new horses make him happy," Andrew replied. "He treats them like they’re his pets."

  "Those are some pretty big horses. How were you able to get them?"

  "Ellis heard about a farmer who was selling out and going back East. He said the man's wife threatened to leave him here all alone if he didn't go with her."

  "That was very fortunate. Ellis is a good man to have around."

  "He sure is! He knows everybody! He even knows people who ..." his voice trailed off.

  "People who what?" she asked.

  "Oh nothing. I'm not supposed to say anything."

  "Then it is probably better that you don't. Your mother wouldn't ask you to keep quiet about something if it wasn't very important."

  "It makes it difficult for a little boy like me to remember what I can talk about and what I can't, though."

  She laughed and patted his back, "You're getting bigger every day. You've grown quite a bit since I first met you last fall."

  He stood up a little straighter and waited while she stepped off the curb onto the road in front of their home. When they got to his front door, he opened it and looked inside.

  "Mother? Miss Giller and I are home!"

  There was no one inside the house and he stepped back out. Soon Sylvie came around from the side of the house. She hugged his teacher and patted Andrew's head.

  "Come on in, Polly," she said. "I was just looking at my supplies in the root cellar to see what I might make tonight. Since we have so many guests on hand, I've butchered chickens and decided to make it a party."

  "Guests?" Polly asked.

  "There are some very interesting people I'd like you to meet. They'll be in after a while. I think their story will fascinate you as much as it has our family."

  "Tell me how I can help you get ready for dinner then," Polly responded.

  Sylvie handed her an apron and then said to Andrew, "Go ahead and get your chores done. We have another full evening ahead of us."

  He ran up the ladder to his room to change his shirt and pants and tried not to think about how tired he was when he saw the bed, but went back down and headed out to the barn.

  Just as he approached the barn door, he turned around to see the same two men knock on the front door of their home again. His mother answered and stood there talking to them. Andrew wondered if they were the slave catchers looking for Daniel and Nelly and Jonah. He went into the barn and climbed up to the haymow. There he found the three runaway slaves.

  Jonah was playing with a couple of Andrew's old wooden toy wagons, rolling them back and forth on the floor, making sounds and giggling.

  "I think the bad men are back at our house," he said to Daniel. "Mother will send them away, but maybe you should be very quiet up here."

  Daniel picked his son up and ran the wagon wheels over his own arm, attempting to distract the little boy. Andrew watched as Nelly's face constricted with fear.

  "I'll let you know when they're gone," he whispered and climbed back down to the main level. He headed for the two cows and picked up the pails his mother had brought back out. As he was milking the first cow, he heard voices outside. He picked up the pail and stepped back from the cow, then walked to the doorway of the barn.

  The two men were standing in front of the door and had no idea he was on the other side.

  "Maybe we should wait until tomorrow to check the barn. The woman said she would bring the Sheriff if we didn't get off her land. Surely she has to leave sometime," one said.

  "I don't want to be in this town any longer than necessary. Maybe they've already moved on."

  "The bounty on these slaves is very good. Mr. Ellingson was insistent that we bring them back to him. And you know, once one of them gets away with this, it puts notions in the others. He doesn't want to lose all of his coloreds."

  Andrew clanged the pail on the front door and pushed it open, then acted as if he were surprised to see the men standing there and said, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

  "Hi there, little boy," the taller of the men said. "Have you seen any coloreds around here?"

  "Coloreds?" Andrew asked. "Not here. Why do you think they would be here?"

  "They ran away from the man who owns them. Now you wouldn't be lying to us, would you little boy?"

  Andrew shook his head. "I don't lie, sir. My mother would have my hide."

  "Then you wouldn't mind if we checked your barn. It would be a shame if they were hiding in there and hurt you or your family."

  "I don't think you should go in there. Our cows are awful skittish and they are especially mean when I haven't had time to milk them."

  "You go on and milk your cows. We're just going to check around."

  Andrew planted himself in front of the barn door. "You wouldn't want to spoil their milk would you? My father left us and we don't have much. If you upset them, it would make my mother cry."

  "Why aren't you letting us into the barn little boy?" the shorter and uglier man asked.

  "Because our mother has asked you to leave our property." Andrew nearly dropped with relief when he heard his older brother's voice.

  "I've sent our hired man to get the Sheriff," Jason continued. "He'll be here soon and he doesn't appreciate having to deal with trespassers."

  "The Sheriff is bound by law to assist us in recapturing runaway property. He won't send us away."r />
  "Since you don't have any runaway property on you and you are trespassing on our land, I don't think you are going to win this argument. Now leave my little brother alone so he can finish his chores."

  "You don't know what kind of trouble you are getting yourself into young man. You are just two little boys who are going to make fools of yourselves."

  Jason came over to stand beside his younger brother in the door of the barn. Andrew's hand crept up and he looped his forefinger in Jason's back belt loop. He'd never known that his older brother had this much courage and couldn't believe he was standing up to these men. Maybe his brother really was becoming a man.

  The boys watched as their mother and Polly both came out of the house. Sylvie was carrying the cast iron skillet she used to fry chicken and Polly gripped a rolling pin.

  As they approached the barn, Ellis came riding up on one of the black Percherons and Sheriff Merritt was riding beside him on his own horse, a dappled Appaloosa. They rode to the barn and dismounted, the Sheriff coming to stand beside the two boys.

  "How can I help you gentlemen?" he asked.

  "We are looking for some runaway coloreds," the taller one said. "We want to check this barn to see if they are hiding in there and these boys will not get out of our way."

  "Have they given you permission to search?"

  "No sir, but the law gives us the right to recapture any slaves we find."

  "It doesn't give you the right to trespass, especially when you have been asked to leave. I assume they have asked you to leave?"

  He looked down at Jason and Andrew, who both nodded in the affirmative.

  "Then since you have refused to leave and continue to press this issue, maybe it would be a good idea for you to spend a night in my house. It seems that you continue to pose a threat to this fine family and they are not going to spend tonight in fear that you will return and disturb their livestock or their home."

  "Ellis?" He turned to the other man who was standing beside the horses, holding their reins. "I believe we will take these men back to the jail with us and get them settled in. They can resume their search tomorrow and I suspect they will find nothing in Bellingwood of any significance."

  "Yes sir," Ellis responded.

  "May I borrow your horses to get them into town?"

  "I will ride with you," Ellis said.

  The two men were flabbergasted and began to protest, but Sheriff Merritt ignored them and helped them up onto the big black horse. Jason quickly brought the other in from the pasture and Ellis mounted it and took the reins of the first horse, guiding it as they followed Aaron out onto the road.

  Andrew turned to his brother. "You were wonderful!" He looked at Sylvie and said, "You should have heard him stand up to those two men."

  Sylvie bent down and hugged both of her sons. "You both did well this evening. I'm proud of you. Thank you."

  Jason looked at Miss Giller and asked, "What were you planning to do with that rolling pin?"

  She chuckled. "I don’t know, but I wasn't coming out here without something in my hand and your mother had the heavy weapon."

  "Andrew, you should finish your chores," Sylvie said, "Jason, when Ellis returns, help him with the horses. Dinner will be ready for you when you are finished. Bring Daniel, Nelly and Jonah to the house after dark. At least we don't have to worry about those two slave catchers watching us tonight."

  "Mother, the Sheriff gave us tonight. We have to get them out of town before tomorrow," Jason said.

  "Don't worry, son. We have a plan and we'll tell you all about it at dinner."

  The boys went into the barn. Andrew climbed back up the ladder and asked, "Did you hear everything that happened out there?"

  Daniel nodded and Nelly wiped tears from her eyes.

  "Why are you crying? The bad men are in jail."

  "No one has ever been this nice to us," she responded. "How can we repay you?"

  "That's not necessary," Andrew said. "This is an adventure! Mother says we should come get you when it is time for dinner. She's making fried chicken! She only does that on special Sundays."

  He went back down and finished milking the cows, then helped Jason sweep out all the stalls and lay fresh bedding down for the animals. Ellis came back with the horses as Andrew was leaving.

  "You did fine today, Andrew," the older man said.

  "Thank you, sir," Andrew said and walked away, carrying the milk pails to the house.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Potatoes were one of Andrew’s favorite foods – especially when his mother mashed them and served them with gravy. His mother and Miss Giller had turned out a feast today! He hadn't seen so much food on the table since Easter Sunday.

  "We will leave tonight," Ellis said. "The Sheriff has given us that much time to get you folks to Des Moines without being chased by those hunters. The horses can get us there by morning, but ma'am, we won't be able to turn around and come back right away. They'll need to rest."

  Sylvie nodded, "Can you stay with your friends or should I send money so you and Jason can stay in a hotel?"

  Andrew poked the food in his mouth and swallowed. He had never stayed in a hotel before!

  "Can I go with them too?" he asked.

  "No, you are staying with me tonight," Sylvie responded. "Someone needs to stay here and keep me safe." She hugged him close to her.

  "We're going push the horses pretty hard tonight," Ellis said. "Jason and I will be able to keep them going while Daniel and his family are in the back of the wagon. We should arrive before dawn breaks."

  She nodded. "Then everyone needs to fill their stomachs this evening. I've made plenty of food and don't want to see any of it go to waste."

  Jason passed the platter of chicken to Nelly who took another piece for herself and a piece for little Jonah. The boy took it in his hands and before long, his little face was grinning and covered in chicken grease.

  "Thank you," Nelly said to Sylvie. "You have done a great deal for us. We would not have escaped those hunters without your help. Daniel and I would have been separated if we were sent back."

  "Did you have a mean master?" Andrew asked.

  "He is a hard man," Daniel replied. "He doesn't believe that families like ours are proper. The only reason he lets us be together is so that we have children and they can be put to work. Little Jonah here only had another year before he would have been forced to work. He wouldn't have been able to stay with us either. There is a dormitory where all of the children have to live."

  "He says they are soft if they have their mothers around," Nelly said. "It's an awful sound at night that comes from that room. All of those little ones crying and sobbing."

  "That's why we knew we were going to leave." Daniel's shoulders raised and lowered as he took in a deep breath. "I knew it wouldn't be easy, but we had to go."

  "That's just inhumane," Polly spat. "Why aren't there laws against that type of treatment?"

  Sylvie reached across Andrew to touch her friend's arm, "This won't last forever. Someday people's hearts will overcome their greed and they will understand that it doesn't matter what color a person's skin is, they are still to be afforded the same rights that everyone enjoys."

  "We learned this in class, didn't we Andrew," Polly said to the young boy. "Do you remember your recitation?"

  He looked up at both women and they could see his mind working. "It was in the Declaration of Independence, wasn't it?"

  "That's right," Polly agreed. "How does the second paragraph begin? Can you remember?"

  The little boy thought for a moment, his lips moving as he remembered the words.

  He stuttered through the opening phrases, as he worked to get to the point he knew they were trying to make, "When through the course of human events ... impel them to the separation."

  "Oh, I remember," he said, and continued, sitting up straight between them and taking on an air of authority, "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, th
at they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

  "Very good," Daniel said from across the table. "A long time ago, my mother used to sit us down at night and tell us that someday we would be free, that the people of this country would remember their history and would be unable to live with themselves for the terrible thing they had done to the Negroes they brought to serve them. But, then she also taught us that God had a purpose for each one of us and that we were to do our best no matter where we were. I did my best until I couldn't live with what they might do to my little boy and then I ran away."

  "How long ago did you leave?" Jason asked.

  "We've been on the move for weeks, it seems," Nelly said. "We mostly hide during the day and travel at night. There have been a few farmers along the way who saw us and gave us food and a place to sleep. But then," she stopped talking and her husband picked up from there.

  "We ran one night after a farmer set his dogs on us. He yelled terrible things. I didn't know if we would get away from them. He followed for a while with his shotgun, threatening to shoot us and bring in the slave catchers to take our hides back to our owner."

  "How did you get away?" Andrew asked, his mouth open at the story.

  Nelly's eyes filled with tears, as if the experience was happening in her mind again. "We crossed a creek and came to another farmer's land. I don't know how far that man chased us. I thought my legs were going to fall off and I knew I couldn't run very much farther. Daniel was carrying Jonah and all of a sudden we saw cows behind a fence. I knew I would rather take my chances with them than with those dogs."

  Daniel continued, "The dogs stopped at the creek and we snuck around those cows. Nelly talked to them for what seemed like hours, asking them to let us be part of their herd, just until we caught our breath. We followed the fence for another day. They were out far in that pasture and we finally came to a road. We stayed off the road, but followed it north and then we found a river. That's how we've been traveling. If we stay close to the river, I can sometimes catch a fish.