by John Fox
CHAPTER 9.
MARGARET
The Major was in town and Miss Lucy had gone to spend the day with aneighbor; so Chad was left alone.
"Look aroun', Chad, and see how you like things," said the Major. "Goanywhere you please."
And Chad looked around. He went to the barn to see his old mare and theMajor's horses, and to the kennels, where the fox-hounds reared againstthe palings and sniffed at him curiously; he strolled about thequarters, where the little pickaninnies were playing, and out to thefields, where the servants were at work under the overseer, JeromeConners, a tall, thin man with shrewd eyes, a sour, sullen face, andprotruding upper teeth. One of the few smiles that ever came to thatface came now when the overseer saw the little mountaineer. By and byChad got one of the "hands" to let him take hold of the plough and goonce around the field, and the boy handled the plough like a veteran,so that the others watched him, and the negro grinned, when he cameback, and said
"You sutinly can plough fer a fac'!"
He was lonesome by noon and had a lonely dinner, during which he couldscarcely realize that it was really he--Chad--Chad sitting up at thetable alone and being respectfully waited on by a kinky-headed littlenegro girl--called Thanky-ma'am because she was born on Thanksgivingday--and he wondered what the Turners would think if they could see himnow--and the school-master. Where was the school-master? He began to besorry that he hadn't gone to town to try to find him. Perhaps the Majorwould see him--but how would the Major know the school-master? He wassorry he hadn't gone. After dinner he started out-doors again. Earthand sky were radiant with light. Great white tumbling clouds were piledhigh all around the horizon--and what a long length of sky it was inevery direction down in the mountains, he had to look straight up,sometimes, to see the sky at all. Blackbirds chattered in the cedars ashe went to the yard gate. The field outside was full of singingmeadow-larks, and crows were cawing in the woods beyond. There had beena light shower, and on the dead top of a tall tree he saw a buzzardstretching his wings out to the sun. Past the edge of the woods, ran alittle stream with banks that were green to the very water's edge, andChad followed it on through the woods, over a worn rail-fence, along asprouting wheat-field, out into a pasture in which sheep and cattlewere grazing, and on, past a little hill, where, on the next low slope,sat a great white house with big white pillars, and Chad climbed on topof the stone fence--and sat, looking. On the portico stood a tall manin a slouch hat and a lady in black. At the foot of the steps a boy--ahead taller than Chad perhaps--was rigging up a fishing-pole. A negroboy was leading a black pony toward the porch, and, to his dying day,Chad never forgot the scene that followed. For, the next moment, alittle figure in a long riding-skirt stood in the big doorway and thenran down the steps, while a laugh, as joyous as the water running athis feet, floated down the slope to his ears. He saw the negro stoop,the little girl bound lightly to her saddle; he saw her black curlsshake in the sunlight, again the merry laugh tinkled in his ears, andthen, with a white plume nodding from her black cap, she galloped offand disappeared among the trees; and Chad sat looking afterher--thrilled, mysteriously thrilled--mysteriously saddened,straightway. Would he ever see her again?
The tall man and the lady in black went in-doors, the negrodisappeared, and the boy at the foot of the steps kept on rigging hispole. Several times voices sounded under the high creek bank below him,but, quick as his ears were, Chad did not hear them. Suddenly there wasa cry that startled him, and something flashed in the sun over the edgeof the bank and flopped in the grass.
"Snowball!" an imperious young voice called below the bank, "get thatfish!"
On the moment Chad was alert again--somebody was fishing downthere--and he sprang from his perch and ran toward the fish just as awoolly head and a jet-black face peeped over the bank.
The pickaninny's eyes were stretched wide when he saw the strangefigure in coonskin cap and moccasins running down on him, his facealmost blanched with terror, and he loosed his hold and, with a cry offright, rolled back out of sight. Chad looked over the bank. A boy ofhis own age was holding another pole, and, hearing the little darkyslide down, he said, sharply:
"Get that fish, I tell you!"
"Look dar, Mars' Dan, look dar!"
The boy looked around and up and stared with as much wonder as hislittle body-servant, but with no fear.
"Howdye!" said Chad; but the white boy stared on silently.
"Fishin'?" said Chad.
"Yes," said Dan, shortly--he had shown enough curiosity and he turnedhis eyes to his cork. "Get that fish, Snowball," he said again.
"I'll git him fer ye," Chad said; and he went to the fish and unhookedit and came down the bank with the perch in one hand and the pole inthe other.
"Whar's yo' string?" he asked, handing the pole to the still tremblinglittle darky.
"I'll take it," said Dan, sticking the butt of his cane-pole in themud. The fish slipped through his wet fingers, when Chad passed it tohim, dropped on the bank, flopped to the edge of the creek, and thethree boys, with the same cry, scrambled for it--Snowball falling downon it and clutching it in both his black little paws.
"Dar now!" he shrieked. "I got him!"
"Give him to me," said Dan.
"Lemme string him," said the black boy.
"Give him to me, I tell you!" And, stringing the fish, Dan took theother pole and turned his eyes to his corks, while the pickaninnysquatted behind him and Chad climbed up and sat on the bank letting hislegs dangle over. When Dan caught a fish he would fling it with a whoophigh over the bank. After the third fish, the lad was mollified and gotover his ill-temper. He turned to Chad.
"Want to fish?"
Chad sprang down the bank quickly.
"Yes," he said, and he took the other pole out of the bank, put on afresh wriggling worm, and moved a little farther down the creek wherethere was an eddy.
"Ketchin' any?" said a voice above the bank, and Chad looked up to seestill another lad, taller by a head than either he or Dan--evidentlythe boy whom he had seen rigging a pole up at the big house on the hill.
"Oh, 'bout 'leven," said Dan, carelessly.
"Howdye!" said Chad.
"Howdye!" said the other boy, and he, too, stared curiously, but Chadhad got used to people staring at him.
"I'm goin' over the big rock," added the new arrival, and he went downthe creek and climbed around a steep little cliff, and out on a hugerock that hung over the creek, where he dropped his hook. He had nocork, and Chad knew that he was trying to catch catfish. Presently hejerked, and a yellow mudcat rose to the surface, fighting desperatelyfor his life, and Dan and Snowball yelled crazily. Then Dan pulled outa perch.
"I got another one," he shouted. And Chad fished silently. They weremaking "a mighty big fuss," he thought, "over mighty little fish." Ifhe just had a minnow an' had 'em down in the mountains, "I Gonnies,he'd show'em what fishin' was!" But he began to have good luck as itwas. Perch after perch he pulled out quietly, and he kept Snowball busystringing them until he had five on the string. The boy on the rock waswatching him and so was the boy near him--furtively--while Snowball'sadmiration was won completely, and he grinned and gurgled his delight,until Dan lost his temper again and spoke to him sharply. Dan did notlike to be beaten at anything. Pretty soon there was a light thunder ofhoofs on the turf above the bank. A black pony shot around the bank andwas pulled in at the edge of the ford, and Chad was looking into thedancing black eyes of a little girl with a black velvet cap on her darkcurls and a white plume waving from it.
"Howdye!" said Chad, and his heart leaped curiously, but the littlegirl did not answer. She, too, stared at him as all the others had doneand started to ride into the creek, but Dan stopped her sharply:
"Now, Margaret, don't you ride into that water. You'll skeer the fish."
"No, you won't," said Chad, promptly. "Fish don't keer nothin' about ahoss." But the little girl stood still, and her brother's face flushed.He resented the stranger's interference and his assumpti
on of a betterknowledge of fish.
"Mind your own business," trembled on his tongue, and the fact that heheld the words back only served to increase his ill-humor and make aworse outbreak possible. But, if Chad did not understand, Snowball did,and his black face grew suddenly grave as he sprang more alertly thanever at any word from his little master. Meanwhile, all unconscious,Chad fished on, catching perch after perch, but he could not keep hiseyes on his cork while the little girl was so near, and more than oncehe was warned by a suppressed cry from the pickaninny when to pull.Once, when he was putting on a worm, he saw the little girl watchingthe process with great disgust, and he remembered that Melissa wouldnever bait her own hook. All girls were alike, he "reckoned" tohimself, and when he caught a fish that was unusually big, he walkedover to her.
"I'll give this un to you," he said, but she shrank from it.
"Go 'way!" she said, and she turned her pony. Dan was red in the faceby this time. How did this piece of poor white trash dare to offer afish to his sister. And this time the words came out like the crack ofa whip:
"S'pose you mind your own business!"
Chad started as though he had been struck and looked around quickly. Hesaid nothing, but he stuck the butt of his pole in the mud at once andclimbed up on the bank again and sat there, with his legs hanging over;and his own face was not pleasant to see. The little girl was riding ata walk up the road. Chad kept perfect silence, for he realized that hehad not been minding his own business; still he did not like to be toldso and in such a way. Both corks were shaking at the same time now.
"You got a bite," said Dan, but Chad did not move.
"You got a bite, I tell you," he said, in almost the tone he had usedto Snowball, but Chad, when the small aristocrat looked sharply around,dropped his elbows to his knees and his chin into his hand--taking nonotice. Once he spat dexterously into the creek. Dan's own cork wasgoing under:
"Snowball!" he cried--"jerk!" A fish flew over Chad's head. Snowballhad run for the other pole at command and jerked, too, but the fish wasgone and with it the bait.
"You lost that fish!" said the boy, hotly, but Chad sat silent--still.If he would only say something! Dan began to think that the strangerwas a coward. So presently, to show what a great little man he was, hebegan to tease Snowball, who was up on the bank unhooking the fish, ofwhich Chad had taken no notice.
"What's your name?"
"Snowball!" henchman, obediently.
"Louder!"
"S-n-o-w-b-a-l-l!"
"Louder!" The little black fellow opened his mouth wide.
"S-N-O-W-B-A-L-L!" he shrieked.
"LOUDER!"
At last Chad spoke quietly.
"He can't holler no louder."
"What do you know about it? Louder!", and Dan started menacingly afterthe little darky but Chad stepped between.
"Don't hit him!"
Now Dan had never struck Snowball in his life, and he would as soonhave struck his own brother--but he must not be told that he couldn't.His face flamed and little Hotspur that he was, he drew his fist backand hit Chad full in the chest. Chad leaped back to avoid the blow,tumbling Snowball down the bank; the two clinched, and, while theytussled, Chad heard the other brother clambering over the rocks, thebeat of hoofs coming toward him on the turf, and the little girl's cry:
"Don't you DARE touch my brother!"
Both went down side by side with their head just hanging over the bank,where both could see Snowball's black wool coming to the surface in thedeep hole, and both heard his terrified shriek as he went under again.Chad was first to his feet.
"Git a rail!" he shouted and plunged in, but Dan sprang in after him.In three strokes, for the current was rather strong, Chad had the kinkywool in his hand, and, in a few strokes more, the two boys had Snowballgasping on the bank. Harry, the taller brother, ran forward to helpthem carry him up the bank, and they laid him, choking and bawling, onthe grass. Whip in one hand and with the skirt of her long blackriding-habit in the other, the little girl stood above, lookingon--white and frightened. The hullabaloo had reached the house andGeneral Dean was walking swiftly down the hill, with Snowball's mammy,topped by a red bandanna handkerchief, rushing after him and thekitchen servants following.
"What does this mean?" he said, sternly, and Chad was in a strange aweat once--he was so tall, and he stood so straight, and his eye was sopiercing. Few people could lie into that eye. The little girl spokefirst--usually she does speak first, as well as last.
"Dan and--and--that boy were fighting and they pushed Snowball into thecreek."
"Dan was teasin' Snowball," said Harry the just.
"And that boy meddled," said Dan.
"Who struck first?" asked the General, looking from one boy to theother. Dan dropped his eyes sullenly and Chad did not answer.
"I wasn't goin' to hit Snowball," said Dan.
"I thought you wus," said Chad.
"Who struck first?" repeated the General, looking at Dan now.
"That boy meddled and I hit him."
Chad turned and answered the General's eyes steadily.
"I reckon I had no business meddlin'!"
"He tried to give sister a fish."
That was unwise in Dan--Margaret's chin lifted.
"Oh," she said, "that was it, too, was it? Well--"
"I didn't see no harm givin' the little gal a fish," said Chad. "Littlegal," indeed! Chad lost the ground he might have gained. Margaret'seyes looked all at once like her father's.
"I'm a little GIRL, thank you."
Chad turned to her father now, looking him in the face straight andsteadily.
"I reckon I had no business meddlin', but I didn't think hit was fa'rfer him to hit the nigger; the nigger was littler, an' I didn't thinkhit 'as right."
"I didn't mean to hit him--I was only playin'!"
"But I THOUGHT you was goin' to hit him," said Chad. He looked at theGeneral again. "But I had no business meddlin'." And he picked up hisold coonskin cap from the grass to start away.
"Hold on, little man," said the General.
"Dan, haven't I told you not to tease Snowball?" Dan dropped his eyesagain.
"Yes, sir."
"You struck first, and this boy says he oughtn't to have meddled, but Ithink he did just right. Have you anything to say to him?"
Dan worked the toe of his left boot into the turf for a moment "No,sir."
"Well, go up to your room and think about it awhile and see if youdon't owe somebody an apology. Hurry up now an' change your clothes.
"You'd better come up to the house and get some dry clothes foryourself, my boy," he added to Chad. "You'll catch cold."
"Much obleeged," said Chad. "But I don't ketch cold."
He put on his old coonskin cap, and then the General recognized him.
"Why, aren't you the little boy who bought a horse from me in town theother day?" And then Chad recognized him as the tall man who had cried"Let him have her."
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I know all about you," said the General, kindly. "You arestaying with Major Buford. He's a great friend and neighbor of mine.Now you must come up and get some clothes, Harry!"--But Chad, though hehesitated, for he knew now that the gentleman had practically given himthe mare, interrupted, sturdily,
"No, sir, I can't go--not while he's a-feelin' hard at me."
"Very well," said the General, gravely. Chad started off on a trot andstopped suddenly, "I wish you'd please tell that little GURL"--Chadpronounced the word with some difficulty--"that I didn't mean nothin'callin' her a little gal. Ever'body calls gurls gals whar I come from."
"All right," laughed the General. Chad trotted all the way home andthere Miss Lucy made him take off his wet clothes at once, though theboy had to go to bed while they were drying, for he had no otherclothes, and while he lay in bed the Major came up and listened toChad's story of the afternoon, which Chad told him word for word justas it had all happened.
"You did just right, Chad," said the
Major, and he went down thestairs, chuckling:
"Wouldn't go in and get dry clothes because Dan wouldn't apologize.Dear me! I reckon they'll have it out when they see each other again.I'd like to be on hand, and I'd bet my bottom dollar on Chad." But theydid not have it out. Half an hour after supper somebody shouted"Hello!" at the gate, and the Major went out and came back smiling.
"Somebody wants to see you, Chad," he said. And Chad went out and foundDan there on the black pony with Snowball behind him.
"I've come over to say that I had no business hittin' you down at thecreek, and--" Chad interrupted him:
"That's all right," he said, and Dan stopped and thrust out his hand.The two boys shook hands gravely.
"An' my papa says you are a man an' he wants you to come over and seeus and I want you--and Harry and Margaret. We all want you."
"All right," said Chad. Dan turned his black pony and galloped off.
"An' come soon!" he shouted back.
Out in the quarters Mammy Ailsie, old Tom's wife, was having her ownsay that night.
"Ole Marse Cal Buford pickin' a piece of white trash out de gutter an'not sayin' whar he come from an' nuttin' 'bout him. An' old Mars Henrytakin' him jus' like he was quality. My Tom say dae boy don' know whois his mammy ner his daddy. I ain' gwine to let my little mistis playwid no sech trash, I tell you--'deed I ain't!" And this talk wouldreach the drawing-room by and by, where the General was telling thefamily, at just about the same hour, the story of the horse sale andChad's purchase of the old brood mare.
"I knew where he was from right away," said Harry. "I've seenmountain-people wearing caps like his up at Uncle Brutus's, when theycome down to go to Richmond."
The General frowned.
"Well, you won't see any more people like him up there again."
"Why, papa?"
"Because you aren't going to Uncle Brutus's any more."
"Why, papa?"
The mother put her hand on her husband's knee.
"Never mind, son," she said.