!W IN OLE VIRGINIA. IN OLE VIRGINIA OR MARSE CHAN AND OTHER STORIES BY THOMAS NELSON PAGE NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS 1887 COPYRIGHT, 1887, BY CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS Press of J. J. Little & Co. Astor Place, New York. Co MY PEOPLE THIS FRAGMENTARY RECORD OF THEIR LIFE IS DEDICATED CONTENTS. f MARSE CHAN. A TALE OF OLD VIRGINIA . . i " UNC' EDINBURG'S DROWNDIN'." A PLANTATION ECHO 39 MEH LADY : A STORY OF THE WAR . . . .78 OLE 'STRACTED 140 " No HAID PAWN " . . . . . . .162 POLLY: A CHRISTMAS RECOLLECTION . . .187 NOTE. THE dialect of the negroes of Eastern Virginia differs totally from that of the Southern negroes, and in some material points from that of those located farther west. The elision is so constant that it is impossible to produce the exact sound, and in some cases it has been found necessary to subordinate the phonetic arrangement to intelligibility. The following rules may, however, aid the reader : The final consonant is rarely sounded. Adverbs, prepositions, and short words are frequently slighted, as is the possessive. The letter r is not usually rolled except when used as a substitute for M, but is pronounced ah. For instance, the following is a fair representation of the peculi- arities cited : The sentence, " It was curious, he said, he wanted to go into the other army," would sound : " 'Twuz cu-yus, he say, he wan'(t) (to) go in(to) 'turr ah-my." MARSE CHAN. A TALE OF OLD VIRGINIA. ONE afternoon, in the autumn of 1872, 1 was rid- ing leisurely down the sandy road that winds along the top of the water-shed between two of the smaller rivers of eastern Virginia. The road I was travelling, following " the ridge " for miles, had just struck me as most significant of the character of the race whose only avenue of communication with the outside world it had formerly been. Their once splendid mansions, now fast falling to decay, ap- peared to view from time to time, set back far from the road, in proud seclusion, among groves of oak and hickory, now scarlet and gold with the early frost. Distance was nothing to this people ; time was of no consequence to them. They desired but a level path in life, and that they had, though the way was longer, and the outer world strode by them as they dreamed. I was aroused from my reflections by hearing some one ahead of me calling, " Heah ! heah whoo-oop, heah!" Turning the curve in the road, I saw just before me a negro standing, with a hoe and a watering-pot 2 In Ole Virginia. in his hand. He had evidently just gotten over the " worm-fence " into the road, out of the path which led zigzag across the " old field " and was lost to sight in the dense growth of sassafras. When I rode up, he was looking anxiously back down this path for his dog. So engrossed was he that he did not even hear my horse, and I reined in to wait until he should turn around and satisfy my curiosity as to the handsome old place half a mile off from the road. The numerous out-buildings and the large barns and stables told that it had once been the seat of wealth, and the wild waste of sassafras that cov- ered the broad fields gave it an air of desolation that greatly excited my interest. Entirely oblivi- ous of my proximity, the negro went on calling " Whoo-oop, heah ! " until along the path, walking very slowly and with great dignity, appeared a noble-looking old orange and white setter, gray with age, and corpulent with excessive feeding. As soon as he came in sight, his master began : " Yes, dat you ! You gittin' deaf as well as bline, I s'pose ! Kyarnt heah me callin', I reckon ? Whyn't yo' come on, dawg? " The setter sauntered slowly up to the fence and stopped, without even deigning a look at the speak- er, who immediately proceeded to take the rails down, talking meanwhile : " Now, I got to pull down de gap, I s'pose ! Yo' Marse Chan. 3 so sp'ilt yo' kyahn hardly walk. Jes' ez able to git over it as I is ! Jes' like white folks think 'cuz you's white and I's black, I got to wait on yo' all de time. Ne'm mine, I ain' gwi' do it ! " The fence having been pulled down sufficiently low to suit his dogship, he marched sedately through, and, with a hardly perceptible lateral movement of his tail, walked on down the road. Putting up the rails carefully, the negro turned and saw me. " Sarvent, marster," he said, taking his hat off. Then, as if apologetically for having permitted a stranger to witness what was merely a family affair, he added : " He know I don' mean nothin' by what I sez. He's Marse Chan's dawg, an' he's so ole he kyahn git long no pearter. He know I'se jes' prod- jickin' wid 'im." " Who is Marse Chan ? " I asked ; " and whose place is that over there, and the one a mile or two back the place with the big gate and the carved stone pillars ? " " Marse Chan," said the darky, " he's Marse Channin' my young marster; an' dem places dis one's Weall's, an' de one back dyar wid de rock gate-pos's is ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin's. Dey don' nobody live dyar now, 'cep' niggers. Arfter de war some one or nurr bought our place, but his name done kind o' slipped me. I nuver hearn on 'im befo' ; I think dey's half-strainers. I don' ax none on 'em no odds. I lives down de road heah, a little 4 In Ole Virginia. piece, an' I jes' steps down of a evenin' and looks arfter de graves." " Well, where is Marse Chan ? " I asked. " Hi! don' you know? Marse Chan, he went in de army. I was wid im. Yo' know he warn* gwine an' lef Sam." " Will you tell me all about it ? " I said, dismount- ing. Instantly, and as if by instinct, the darky stepped forward and took my bridle. I demurred a little ; but with a bow that would have honored old Sir Roger, he shortened the reins, and taking my horse from me, led him along. " Now tell me about Marse Chan," I said. " Lawd, marster, hit's so long ago, I'd a'most for- git all about it, ef I hedn' been wid him ever sence he wuz born. Ez 'tis, I remembers it jes' like 'twuz yistiddy. Yo' know Marse Chan an* me we wuz boys togerr. I wuz older'n he wuz, jes' de same ez he wuz whiter'n me. I wuz born plantin' corn time, de spring arfter big Jim an* de six steers got washed away at de upper ford right down dyar b'low de quarters ez he wuz a bringin' de Chris'mas things home; an' Marse Chan, he warn' born tell mos' to de harves' arfter my sister Nancy married Cun'l Chahmb'lin's Torm, 'bout eight years arfter- woods. " Well, when Marse Chan wuz born, dey wuz de grettes* doin's at home you ever did see. De folks Marse Chan. 5 all hed holiday, jes' like in de Chris'mas. Ole marster (we didn' call 'im ole marster tell arfter Marse Chan wuz born befo' dat he wuz jes' de marster, so) well, ole marster, his face fyar shine wid pleasure, an' all de folks wuz mighty glad, too, 'cause dey all loved ole marster, and aldo' dey did step aroun' right peart when ole marster was lookin* at 'em, dyar warn' nyar han' on de place but what, ef he wanted anythin', would walk up to de back poach, an' say he warn' to see de marster. An' ev'ybody wuz talkin' 'bout de young marster, an' de maids an' de wimmens 'bout de kitchen wuz sayin' how 'twuz de purties' chile dey ever see ; an* at dinner-time de mens (all on 'em hed holiday) come roun* de poach an' ax how de missis an' de young marster wuz, an' ole marster come out on de poach an' smile wus'n a 'possum, an' sez, ' Thankee! Bofe doin' fust rate, boys ; ' an' den he stepped back in de house, sort o' laughin' to hisse'f, an' in a minute he come out ag'in wid de baby in he arms, all wrapped up in flannens an' things, an' sez, ' Heah he is, boys.' All de folks den, dey went up on de poach to look at 'im, drappin' dey hats on de steps, an' scrapin' dey feets ez dey went up. An* pres'n'y ole marster, lookin' down at we all chil'en all packed togerr down dyah like a parecel o' sheep- burrs, cotch sight o' me (he knowed my name, 'cause I use' to hole he hoss fur 'im sometimes ; but he didn' know all de chil'en by name, dey wuz so 6 In Ole Virginia. many on 'em), an' he sez, ' Come up heah.' So up I goes tippin', skeered like, an' old marster sez, ' Ain' you Mymie's son ? ' ' Yass, seh,' sez I. ' Well,' sez he, ' I'm gwine to give you to yo' young Marse Channin' to be his body-servant/ an' he put de baby right in my arms (it's de truth I'm tellin' yo' !), an' yo' jes' ought to a-heard de folks sayin', ' Lawd ! marster, dat boy'll drap dat chile ! ' ' Naw, he won't,' sez marster; ' I kin trust 'im.' And den he sez : * Now, Sam, from dis time you belong to yo' young Marse Channin' ; I wan' you to tek keer on 'im ez long ez he lives. You are to be his boy from dis time. An' now,' he sez, * carry 'im in de house.' An' he walks arfter me an' opens de do's fur me, an' I kyars 'im in my arms, an' lays 'im down on de bed. An from dat time I was tooken in de house to be Marse Channin's body-ser- vant. " Well, you nuver see a chile grow so. Pres'n'y he growed up right big, an' ole marster sez he must have some edication. So he sont 'im to school to ole Miss Lawry down dyar, dis side o' Cun'l Chahmb'lin's, an' I use' to go 'long wid 'im an' tote he books an' we all's snacks ; an' when he larnt to read an' spell right good, an' got 'bout so-o big, ole Miss Lawry she died, an' ole marster said he mus' have a man to teach 'im an' trounce 'im. So we all went to Mr. Hall, whar kep* de school-house beyant de creek, an' dyar we went ev'y day, 'cep Marse Chan. 7 Sat'd'ys of co'se, an' sich days ez Marse Chan din* warn' go, an' ole missis begged 'im off. " Hit wuz down dyar Marse Chan fust took no- tice o' Miss Anne. Mr. Hall, he taught gals ez well ez boys, an' Cun'l Chahmb'lin he sont his daughter (dat's Miss Anne I'm talkin' about). She wuz a leetle bit o' gal when she fust come. Yo' see, her ma wuz dead, an' ole Miss Lucy Chahmb'lin, she lived wid her brurr an' kep' house for 'im ; an' he wuz so busy wid politics, he didn' have much time to spyar, so he sont Miss Anne to Mr. Hall's by a 'ooman wid a note. When she come dat day in de school-house, an' all de chil'en looked at her so hard, she tu'n right red, an' tried to pull her long curls over her eyes, an' den put bofe de backs of her little han's in her two eyes, an' begin to cry to herse'f. Marse Chan he was settin' on de een' o' de bench nigh de do', an' he jes' reached out an* put he arm roun' her an' drawed her up to 'im. An' he kep' whisperin' to her, an' callin* her name, an' coddlin' her ; an' pres'n'y she took her han's down an' begin to laugh. " Well, dey 'peared to tek' a gre't fancy to each urr from dat time. Miss Anne she warn' nuthin' but a baby hardly, an' Marse Chan he wuz a good big boy 'bout mos' thirteen years ole, I reckon. Hows'ever, dey sut'n'y wuz sot on each urr an* (yo' heah me!) ole marster an' Cun'l Chahmb'lin dey 'peared to like it 'bout well ez de chil'en. Yo' 8 In Ole Virginia. see, Cun'l Chahmb'lin's place j'ined ourn, an' it looked jes' ez natural fur dem two chil'en to marry an* mek it one plantation, ez it did fur de creek to run down de bottom from our place into Cun'l Chahmb'lin's. I don' rightly think de chil'en thought 'bout gittin' married, not den, no mo'n I thought 'bout marryin' Judy when she wuz a little gal at Cun'l Chahmb'lin's, runnin' 'bout de house, huntin* fur Miss Lucy's spectacles ; but dey wuz good frien's from de start. Marse Chan he use' to kyar Miss Anne's books fur her ev'y day, an' ef de road wuz muddy or she wuz tired, he use' to tote her ; an' 'twarn' hardly a day passed dat he didn' kyar her some'n* to school apples or hick'y nuts, or some'n'. He wouldn' let none o' de chil'en tease her, nurr. Heh ! One day, one o' de boys poked he finger at Miss Anne, and arfter school Marse Chan he axed 'im 'roun' hine de school-house out o' sight, an' ef he didn' whop 'im ! " Marse Chan, he wuz de peartes' scholar ole Mr. Hall hed, an' Mr. Hall he wuz mighty proud o' 'im. I don' think he use' to beat 'im ez much ez he did de urrs, aldo' he wuz de head in all debilment dat went on, jes' ez he wuz in sayin' he lessons. "Heh! one day in summer, jes' fo' de school broke up, dyah come up a storm right sudden, an' riz de creek (dat one yo' cross' back yonder), an' Marse Chan he toted Miss Anne home on he back. He ve'y off'n did dat when de parf wuz muddy. Marse Chan. 9 But dis day when dey come to de creek, it had done washed all de logs 'way. 'Twuz still mighty high, so Marse Chan he put Miss Anne down, an* he took a pole an' waded right in. Hit took 'im long up to de shoulders. Den he waded back, an' took Miss Anne up on his head an' kyared her right over. At fust she wuz skeered ; but he tol* her he could swim an' wouldn' let her git hu't, an* den she let 'im kyar her 'cross, she hol'in' his han's. I warn' 'long dat day, but he sut'n'y did dat thing. " Ole marster he wuz so pleased 'bout it, he giv' Marse Chan a pony ; an' Marse Chan rode 'im to school de day arfter he come, so proud, an' sayin' how he wuz gwine to let Anne ride behine 'im ; an' when he come home dat evenin' he wuz walkin'. ' Hi ! where's yo' pony ? ' said ole marster. ' I give 'im to Anne,' says Marse Chan. ' She liked 'im, an' I kin walk.' * Yes,' sez ole marster, laughin', ' I s'pose you's already done giv' her yo'se'f, an* jiex' thing I know you'll be givin* her this plantation and all my niggers.' " Well, about a fortnight or sich a matter arfter dat, Cun'l Chahmb'lin sont over an' invited all o' we all over to dinner, an' Marse Chan wuz 'spressly named in de note whar Ned brought ; an' arfter dinner he made ole Phil, whar wuz his ker'ige- driver, bring roun' Marse Chan's pony wid a little side-saddle on 'im, an' a beautiful little hoss wid a bran'-new saddle an' bridle on 'im ; an' he gits up io In Ole Virginia. an' meks Marse Chan a gre't speech, an' presents 'im de little hoss ; an' den he calls Miss Anne, an' she comes out on de poach in a little ridin' frock, an' dey puts her on her pony, an' Marse Chan mounts his hoss, an' dey goes to ride, while de grown folks is a-laughin' an' chattin' an' smokin' dey cigars. " Dem wuz good ole times, marster de bes' Sam ever see! Dey wuz, in fac' !, Niggers didn' hed nothin' 't all to do jes' hed to 'ten' to de feedin' an' cleanin' de hosses, an' doin' what de marster tell 'em to do ; an' when dey wuz sick, dey had things sont 'em out de house, an' de same doctor come to see 'em whar 'ten' to de white folks when dey wuz po'ly. Dyar warn' no trouble nor nothin'. " Well, things tuk a change arfter dat. Marse Chan he went to de bo'din' school, whar he use' to write to me constant. Ole missis use' to read me de Jetters, an' den I'd git Miss Anne to read 'em ag'in to me when I'd see her. He use' to write to her too, an' she use' to write to him too. Den Miss Anne she wuz sont off to school too. An' in de summer time dey'd bofe come home, an' yo' hardly knowed whether Marse Chan lived at home or over at Cun'l Chahmb'lin's. He wuz over dyah constant. 'Twuz always ridin' or fishin' down dyah in de river; or sometimes he' go over dyah, an' 'im an' she'd go out an' set in de yard onder de trees ; she settin' up mekin' out she wuz knittin' some sort o' Marse Chan. II bright-cullored some'n', wid de grarss growin all up 'g'inst her, an' her hat th'owed back on her neck, an* he readin' to her out books ; an' sometimes dey'd bofe read out de same book, fust one an' den todder. I use* to see 'em ! Dat wuz when dey wuz growin' up like. " Den ole marster he run for Congress, an' ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin he wuz put up to run 'g'inst ole marster by de Dimicrats ; but ole marster he beat 'im. Yo' know he wuz gwine do dat ! Co'se he wuz ! Dat made ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin mighty mad, and dey stopt visitin' each urr reg'lar, like dey had been doin' all 'long. Den Cun'l Chahmb'lin he sort o' got in debt, an' sell some o' he niggers, an' dat's de way de fuss begun. Dat's whar de lawsuit cum from. Ole marster he didn' like nobody to sell niggers, an' knowin' dat Cun'l Chahmb'lin wuz sell- in' o' his, he writ an' offered to buy his M'ria an' all her chil'en, 'cause she hed married our Zeek'yel. An' don* yo' think, Cun'l Chahmb'lin axed ole mars- ter mo' 'n th'ee niggers wuz wuth fur M'ria! Befo' old marster bought her, dough, de sheriff cum an' levelled on M'ria an' a whole parecel o' urr nig- gers. Ole marster he went to de sale, an' bid for 'em; but Cun'l Chahmb'lin he got some one to bid 'g'inst ole marster. Dey wuz knocked out to ole marster dough, an' den dey hed a big lawsuit, an' ole marster wuz agwine to co't, off an' on, fur some years, till at lars' de co't decided dat M'ria belonged UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY 12 In Ole Virginia. to ole marster. Ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin den vvuz so mad he sued ole marster for a little strip o' Ian' down dyah on de line fence, whar he said belonged to 'im. Evy'body knowed hit belonged to ole mars- ter. Ef yo' go down dyah now, I kin show it to yo', inside de line fence, whar it hed done bin ever since long befo' Cun'l Chahmb'lin wuz born. But Cun'l Chahmb'lin wuz a mons'us perseverin' man, an' ole marster he wouldn' let nobody run over 'im. No, dat he wouldn' ! So dey wuz agwine down to co't about dat, fur I don' know how long, till ole marster beat 'im. " All dis time, yo' know, Marse Chan wuz agoin' back'ads an' for'ads to college, an' wuz growed up a ve'y fine young man. He wuz a ve'y likely gent'- man ! Miss Anne she hed done mos* growed up too wuz puttin' her hyar up like ole missis use' to put hers up, an' 't wuz jes' ez bright ez de sorrel's mane when de sun cotch on it, an' her eyes wuz gre't big dark eyes, like her pa's, on'y bigger an' not so fierce, an' 'twarn' none o' de young ladies ez purty ez she wuz. She an' Marse Chan still set a heap o' sto' by one 'nurr, but I don' think dey wuz easy wid each urr ez when he used to tote her home from school on his back. Marse Chan he use' to love de ve'y groun' she walked on, dough, in my 'pinion. Heh ! His face 'twould light up whenever she come into chu'ch, or anywhere, jes' like de sun hed come th'oo a chink on it suddenly. Marse Chan. 13 " Den ole marster lost he eyes. D' yo' ever heah 'bout dat ? Heish ! , Didn' yo' ? Well, one night de big barn cotch fire. De stables, yo' know, wuz under de big barn, an' all de hosses wuz in dyah. Hit 'peared to me like 'twarn' no time befo' all de folks an' de neighbors dey come, an' dey wuz a-totin' water, an' a-tryin' to save de po' critters, and dey got a heap on 'em out ; but de ker'ige-hosses dey wouldn' come out, an' dey wuz a-runnin' back'ads an' for'ads inside de stalls, a-nikerin' an' a-screamin', like dey knowed dey time hed come. Yo' could heah 'em so pitiful, an' pres'n'y old marster said to Ham Fisher (he wuz de ker'ige-driver), * Go in dyah an' try to save 'em ; don' let 'em bu'n to death.' An' Ham he went right in. An' jest arfter he got in, de shed whar it hed fus' cotch fell in, an' de sparks shot 'way up in de air ; an' Ham didn' come back, an' de fire begun to lick out under de eaves over whar de ker'ige hosses' stalls wuz, an' all of a sudden ole marster tu'ned an' kissed ole missis, who wuz standin' nigh him, wid her face jes' ez white ez a sperit's, an', befo' anybody knowed what he wuz gwine do, jumped right in de do', an' de smoke come po'in' out behine 'im. Well, seh, I nuver 'spects to heah tell Judgment sich a soun' ez de folks set up ! Ole missis she jes' drapt down on her knees in de mud an' prayed out loud. Hit 'peared like her pra'r wuz heard ; for in a minit, right out de same do', kyarin' Ham Fisher in his arms, come 14 In Ole Virginia. ole marster, wid his clo's all blazin'. Dey flung water on 'im, an* put 'im out ; an', ef you b'lieve me, yo' wouldn' a-knowed 'twuz ole marster. Yo' see, he hed find Ham Fisher done fall down in de smoke right by the ker'ige-hoss' stalls, whar he sont him, an' he hed to tote 'im back in his arms th'oo de fire what hed done cotch de front part o* de stable, and to keep de flame from gittin' down Ham Fisher's th'ote he hed tuk off his own hat and mashed it all over Ham Fisher's face, an' he hed kep' Ham Fisher from bein' so much bu'nt ; but he wuz bu'nt dreadful! His beard an' hyar wuz all nyawed off, an' his face an' han's an' neck wuz scor- ified terrible. Well, he jes' laid Ham Fisher down, an' then he kind o' staggered for'ad, an' ole missis ketch' 'im in her arms. Ham Fisher, he warn' bu'nt so bad, an' he got out in a month or two ; an' arfter a long time, ole marster he got well, too ; but he wuz always stone blind arfter that. He nuver could see none from dat night. " Marse Chan he corned home from college to- reckly, an' he sut'n'y did nuss ole marster faithful jes' like a 'ooman. Den he took charge of de plan- tation arfter dat ; an' I use' to wait on 'im jes' like when we wuz boys togedder ; an* sometimes we'd slip off an' have a fox-hunt, an' he'd be jes' like he wuz in ole times, befo' ole marster got bline, an' Miss Anne Chahmb'lin stopt comin' over to our house, an' settin' onder de trees, readin' out de same book. Marse Chan. 15 " He sut'n'y wuz good to me. Nothin' nuver made no diffunce 'bout dat. He nuver hit me a lick in his life an' nuver let nobody else do it, nurr. " I 'members one day, when he wuz a leetle bit o' boy, ole marster hed done tole we all chil'en not to slide on de straw-stacks ; an' one day me an' Marse Chan thought ole marster hed done gone 'way from home. We watched him git on he hoss an' ride up de road out o' sight, an' we wuz out in de field a-slidin' an a-slidin', when up comes ole marster. We started to run ; but he hed done see us, an' he called us to come back ; an' sich a whup- pin' ez he did gi' us ! " Fust he took Marse Chan, an' den he teched me up. He nuver hu't me, but in co'se I wuz a- hollerin' ez hard ez I could stave it, 'cause I knowed dat wuz gwine mek him stop. Marse Chan he hed'n open he mouf long ez ole marster wuz tunin' 'im ; but soon ez he commence warmin' me an' I begin to holler, Marse Chan he bu'st out cryin', an' stept right in befo' ole marster, an' ketchin' dewhup, sed: " ' Stop, seh ! Yo' sha'n't whup 'im ; he b'longs to me, an' ef you hit 'im another lick I'll set 'im free ! ' " I wish yo' hed see ole marster. Marse Chan he warn' mo'n eight years ole, an' dyah dey wuz old marster stan'in' wid he whup raised up, an' Marse 1 6 In Ole Virginia. Chan red an* cryin', hol'in' on to it, an' sayin* I b'longst to 'im. " Ole marster, he raise' de whup, an' den he drapt it, an' broke out in a smile over he face, an' he chuck* Marse Chan onder de chin, an' tu'n right roun' an' went away, laughin' to hisse'f, an' I heah* 'im tellin* ole missis dat evenin', an' laughin' 'bout it. " 'Twan' so mighty long arfter dat when dey fust got to talkin' 'bout de war. Dey wuz a-dictatin' back'ads an' for'ds 'bout it fur two or th'ee years 'fo' it come sho' nuff, you know. Ole marster, he was a Whig, an' of co'se Marse Chan he tuk after he pa. *Cun'l Chahmb'lin, he wuz a Dimicrat. He wuz in favor of de war, an' ole marster and Marse Chan dey wuz agin' it. Dey wuz a-talkin' 'bout it all de time, an' purty soon Cun'l Chahmb'lin he went about ev'vywhar speakin' an' noratin' 'bout Ferginia ought to secede ; an' Marse Chan he wuz picked up to talk agin' 'im. Dat wuz de way dey come to fight de duil. I sut'n'y wuz skeered fur Marse Chan dat mawnin', an' he was jes* ez cool ! Yo' see, it hap- pen so : Marse Chan he wuz a-speakin' down at de Deep Creek Tavern, an' he kind o' got de bes' of ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin. All de white folks laughed an* hoorawed, an' ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin my Lawd ! I t'ought he'd 'a' bu'st, he was so mad. Well, when it come to his time to speak, he jes' light into Marse Chan. He call 'im a traitor, an' a ab'litionis', an* I don' know what all. Marse Chan, he jes' kep' cool Marse Chan. if till de ole Cun'l light into he pa. Ez soon ez he name ole marster, I seen Marse Chan sort o' lif up he head. D' yo' ever see a hoss rar he head up right sudden at night when he see somethin' comin' to'ds 'im from de side an' he don' know what 'tis ? Ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin he went right on. He said ole marster hed taught Marse Chan ; dat ole marster wuz a wuss ab'litionis' dan he son. I looked at Marse Chan, an' sez to myse'f : * Fo' Gord ! old Cun'l Chahmb'lin better min', an' I hedn' got de wuds out, when ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin 'cuse' old mars- ter o' cheatin' 'im out o' he niggers, an' stealin' piece o' he Ian' dat's de Ian' I tole you 'bout. Well, seh, nex' thing I knowed, I heahed Marse Chan hit all happen right 'long togerr, like tightnin' and thunder when they hit right at you I heah 'im say : " ' Cun'l Chahmb'lin, what you say is false, an' yo' know it to be so. You have wilfully slandered one of de pures' an' nobles' men Gcrd ever made, an' nothin' but yo' gray hyars protects you.' " Well, ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin, he ra'ed an' he pitch'd. He said he wan' too ole, an' he'd show 'im so. " * Ve'y well,' says Marse Chan. " De meetin broke up den. I wuz hol'in* de hosses out dyar in de road by de een* o' de poach, an' I see Marse Chan talkin' an' talkin' to Mr. Gor- don an' anudder gent'man, and den he come out an* got on de sorrel an' galloped off. Soon ez he got 1 8 In Ole Virginia. out o' sight he pulled up, an' we walked along tell we come to de road whar leads off to'ds Mr. Bar- hour's. He wuz de big lawyer o' de country. Dar he tu'ned off. All dis time he hedn' sed a wud, 'cep' to kind o' mumble to hisse'f now and den. When we got to Mr. Barbour's, he got down an' went in. Dat wuz in de late winter; de folks wuz jes* be- ginnin' to plough fur corn. He stayed dyar 'bout two hours, an' when he come out Mr. Barbour come out to de gate wid 'im an' shake han's arfter he got up in de saddle. Den we all rode off. 'Twuz late den good dark; an' we rid ez hard ez we could, tell we come to de ole school-house at ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin's gate. When we got dar, Marse Chan got down an' walked right slow 'roun' de house. Arfter lookin' roun' a little while an' tryin'de do' to see ef it wuz shet, he walked down de road tell he got to de creek. He stop' dyar a little while an' picked up two or three little rocks an' frowed 'em in, an' pres'n'y he got up an' we come on home. Ez he got down, he tu'ned to me an', rubbin' de sorrel's nose, said : ' Have 'em well fed, Sam ; I'll want 'em early in de mawninV " Dat night at supper he laugh an' talk, an' he set at de table a long time. Arfter ole marster went to bed, he went in de charmber an' set on de bed by 'im talkin' to 'im an' tellin' 'im 'bout de meetin' an' e'vy- thing ; but he nuver mention ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin's name. When he got up to come out to de office in Marse Chan. ig de yard, whar he slept, he stooped down an' kissed 'im jes' like he wuz a baby layin' dyar in de bed, an' he'd hardly let ole missis go at all. I knowed some'n wuz up, an' nexmawnin' I called 'im early befo' light, like he tole me, an' he dressed an' come out pres'n'y jes' like he wuz goin' to church. I had de hosses ready, an* we went out de back way to'ds de river. Ez we rode along, he said : " ' Sam, you an' I wuz boys togedder, wa'n't we ? ' " ' Yes/ sez I, ' Marse Chan, dat we wuz.' " 'You have been ve'y faithful to me,' sez he, ' an' I have seen to it that you are well provided fur. You want to marry Judy, I know, an' you'll be able to buy her ef you want to.' " Den he tole me he wuz goin' to fight a duil, an' in case he should git shot, he had set me free an' giv' me nuff to tek keer o' me an' my wife ez longez we lived. He said he'd like me to stay an' tek keer o' ole marster an' ole missis ez long ez dey lived, an' he said it wouldn' be very long, he reckoned. Dat wuz de on'y time he voice broke when he said dat; an' I couldn' speak a wud, my th'oat choked me so. " When we come to de river, we tu'ned right up de bank, an' arfter ridin' 'bout a mile or sich a mat- ter, we stopped whar dey wuz a little clearin' wid elder bushes on one side an' two big gum-trees on de urr, an' de sky wuz all red, an' de water down to'ds whar the sun wuz comin' wuz jes' like de sky. 2O In Ole Virginia. " Pres'n'y Mr. Gordon he come, wid a 'hogany box 'bout so big 'fore 'im, an' he got down, an* Marse Chan tole me to tek all de hosses an* go 'roun' behine de bushes whar I tell you 'bout off to one side ; an' 'fore I got 'roun' dar, ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin an' Mr. Hennin an' Dr. Call come ridin' from t'urr way, to'ds ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin's. When dey hed tied dey hosses, de urr gent'mens went up to whar Mr. Gordon wuz, an' arfter some chattin' Mr. Hennin step' off 'bout fur ez 'cross dis road, or mebbe it mout be a little furder ; an' den I seed 'em th'oo de bushes loadin' de pistils, an* talk a little while ; an' den Marse Chan an' ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin walked up wid de pistils in dey han's, an' Marse Chan he stood wid his face right to'ds de sun. I seen it shine on him jes* ez it come up over de low groun's, an' he look like he did sometimes when he come out of church. I wuz so skeered I couldn' say nothin'. Ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin could shoot fust rate, an' Marse Chan he never missed. "Den I heared Mr. Gordon say, * Gent'mens, is yo* ready ? ' and bofe of 'em sez, ' Ready,' jes' so. "An' he sez, * Fire, one, two' an' ez he said ' one,' ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin raised he pistil an' shot right at Marse Chan. De ball went th'oo his hat. I seen he hat sort o* settle on he head ez de bullit hit it, an' he jes' tilted his pistil up in de a'r an* Mqrse Chan. 21 shot bang ; an* ez de pistil went bang, he sez to Cun'l Chahmb'lin, ' I mek you a present to yo' fam'ly, seh ! ' " Well, dey had some talkin' arfter dat. I didn't git rightly what it wuz ; but it 'peared like Cun'l Chahmb'lin he warn't satisfied, an' wanted to have anurr shot. De seconds dey wuz talkin', an' pres'n'y dey put de pistils up, an' Marse Chan an' Mr. Gordon shook han's wid Mr. Hennin an' Dr. Call, an' come an' got on dey hosses. An' Cun'l Chahmb'lin he got on his horse an' rode away wid de urr gent'mens, lookin' like he did de day befo' when all de people laughed at 'im. " I b'lieve ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin Wan' to shoot Marse Chan, anyway! " We come on home to breakfast, I totin* de box wid de pistils befo' me on de roan. Would you b'lieve me, seh, Marse Chan he nuver said a wud 'bout it to ole marster or nobody. Ole missis didn' fin' out 'bout it for mo'n a month, an' den, Lawd ! how she did cry and kiss Marse Chan ; an' ole mars- ter, aldo* he never say much, he wuz jes' ez please' ez ole missis. He call' me in de room an' made me tole 'im all 'bout it, an' when I got th'oo he gi' me five dollars an' a pyar of breeches. " But ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin he nuver did furgive Marse Chan, an' Miss Anne she got mad too. Wim- mens is mons'us onreasonable nohow. Dey's jes' like a catfish : you can n' tek hole on 'em like 22 In Ole Virginia. udder folks, an' when you gits 'm yo' can n' always hole 'em. "What meks me think so? Heaps o' things dis : Marse Chan he done gi' Miss Anne her pa jes' ez good ez I gi' Marse Chan's dawg sweet 'taters, an' she git mad wid 'im ez if he hed kill 'im 'stid o' sen'in' 'im back to her dat mawnin' whole an' soun*. B'lieve me ! she wouldn' even speak to him arfter dat! " Don' I 'member dat mawnin' ! " We wuz gwine fox-huntin', 'bout six weeks or sich a matter arfter de duil, an' we met Miss Anne ridin' 'long wid anurr lady an' two gent'mens whar wuz stayin' at her house. Dyar wuz always some one or nurr dyar co'ting her. Well, dat mawnin' we meet 'em right in de road. 'Twuz de fust time Marse Chan had see her sence de duil, an' he raises he hat ez he pahss, an' she looks right at 'im wid her head up in de yair like she nuver see 'im befo' in her born days ; an' when she comes by me, she sez, ' Good-mawnin', Sam ! ' Gord ! I nuv- er see nuthin' like de look dat come on Marse Chan's face when she pahss 'im like dat. He gi' de sorrel a pull dat fotch 'im back settin* down in de san' on he handles. He ve'y lips wuz white. I tried to keep up wid 'im, but 'twarn' no use. He sont me back home pres'n'y, an' he rid on. I sez to myself, ' Cun'l Chahmb'lin, don' yo' meet Marse Chan dis mawnin'. He ain' bin lookin' 'roun' de ole Marse Chan. 23 school-house, whar he an' Miss Anne use' to go to school to ole Mr. Hall together, fur nuffin'. He won' stan' no prodjickin' to-day/ " He nuver come home dat night tell 'way late, an' ef he'd been fox-huntin' it mus' ha' been de ole red whar lives down in de greenscum mashes he'd been chasin'. De way de sorrel wuz gormed up wid sweat an' mire sut'n'y did hu't me. He walked up to de stable wid he head down all de way, an' I'se seen 'im go eighty miles of a winter day, an' prance into de stable at night ez fresh ez ef he hed jes' can- tered over to ole Cun'l Chahmb'lin's to supper. I nuver seen a hoss beat so sence I knowed de fet- lock from de fo'lock, an' bad ez he wuz he wan' ez bad ez Marse Chan. " Whew ! he didn' git over dat thing, seh he nuver did git over it. " De war come on jes' den, an Marse Chan wuz elected cap'n ; but he wouldn' tek it. He said Fir- ginia hadn' seceded, an' he wuz gwine stan' by her. Den dey 'lected Mr. Gordon cap'n. " I sut'n'y did wan' Marse Chan to tek de place, cuz I knowed he wuz gwine tek me wid 'im. He wan' gwine widout Sam. An' beside, he look so po' an' thin, I thought he wuz gwine die. " Of co'se, ole missis she heared 'bout it, an' she met Miss Anne in de road, an' cut her jes' like Miss Anne cut Marse Chan. " Ole missis, she wuz proud ez anybody ! So we 24 In Ole Virginia. wuz mo* strangers dan ef we hadn' live' in a hun- derd miles of each urr. An' Marse Chan he wuz gittin' thinner an* thinner, an' Firginia she come out, an' den Marse Chan he went to Richmond an' listed, an' come back an' sey he wuz a private, an' he didn' know whe'r he could tek me or not. He writ to Mr. Gordon, hows'ever, an' 'twuz 'cided dat when he went I wuz to go 'long an' wait on him an* de cap'n too. I didn' min' dat, yo' know, long ez I could go wid Marse Chan, an' I like' Mr. Gordon, any- ways. 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