Chapter 31: Page 4
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Then I struck up the road, and when I passed the mill I see a sign on it, “Phelps’s Sawmill,” and when I come to the farm-houses, two or three hundred yards further along, I kept my eyes peeled, but didn’t see nobody around, though it was good daylight now. But I didn’t mind, because I didn’t want to see nobody just yet—I only wanted to get the lay of the land. According to my plan, I was going to turn up there from the village, not from below. So I just took a look, and shoved along, straight for town. Well, the very first man I see when I got there was the duke. He was sticking up a bill for the Royal Nonesuch—three-night performance—like that other time. They had the cheek, them frauds! I was right on him before I could shirk. He looked astonished, and says:
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Then I headed up the road. When I passed the mill, I saw a sign on it that said, “Phelps’s Sawmill.” I came to the farmhouses about two or three hundred yards further along. I looked around but didn’t see anyone, even though it was broad daylight by now. I didn’t mind, though, because I didn’t want to see anyone just yet—I just wanted to get the lay of the land. According to my plan, I was going to show up at the Phelps’s place from the direction of the village, not from downstream. So I took a quick look, then headed straight for the town. The first man I saw when I got there was the duke! He was posting a bill for the Royal Nonesuch scam, a three-night performance, just like before. They sure had guts, those frauds! Unfortunately, I ran into him before I could get away without being seen. He looked astonished and said:
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“Hel-LO! Where’d YOU come from?” Then he says, kind of glad and eager, “Where’s the raft?—got her in a good place?”
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“HEL-LO! Where’d you come from?” Then he said, kind of eagerly and happily: “Where’s the raft? Hidden it in a good place?”
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I says:
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I said:
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“Why, that’s just what I was going to ask your grace.”
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“Why, that’s just what I was going to ask YOU, Your Grace.”
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Then he didn’t look so joyful, and says:
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Then he didn’t look so happy. He said:
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“What was your idea for asking ME?” he says.
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“Why would you ask ME that?”
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“Well,” I says, “when I see the king in that doggery yesterday I says to myself, we can’t get him home for hours, till he’s soberer; so I went a-loafing around town to put in the time and wait. A man up and offered me ten cents to help him pull a skiff over the river and back to fetch a sheep, and so I went along; but when we was dragging him to the boat, and the man left me a-holt of the rope and went behind him to shove him along, he was too strong for me and jerked loose and run, and we after him. We didn’t have no dog, and so we had to chase him all over the country till we tired him out. We never got him till dark; then we fetched him over, and I started down for the raft. When I got there and see it was gone, I says to myself, ’They’ve got into trouble and had to leave; and they’ve took my nigger, which is the only nigger I’ve got in the world, and now I’m in a strange country, and ain’t got no property no more, nor nothing, and no way to make my living;’ so I set down and cried. I slept in the woods all night. But what DID become of the raft, then?—and Jim—poor Jim!”
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“Well,” I said, “when I saw the king in that saloon yesterday, I knew that we wouldn’t be able to get him home for hours until he sobered up. So I wandered around town to kill some time. A man came up to me and offered me ten cents to help him pull a skiff across the river and back to get a sheep. I said yes and went with him. We were dragging the sheep to the boat, when the man left me to hold the rope while he went behind it to push it forward. The sheep was too strong for me, though, and jerked loose and ran away. We had to run after it. We didn’t have a dog, so we had to chase the sheep all over the countryside until it was exhausted. We didn’t catch him until dark. Then we brought him over, and I headed out to the raft. But when I got there, I saw it was gone. So I said to myself, ‘They must’ve gotten into trouble and left, and they took my n-----, which is the only n----- I have in the whole world. And now I’m in a strange place, and I don’t have any property any more or anything and no way to make a living.’ So I sat down and cried. I slept in the woods all night. But then, what DID become of the raft? And Jim! Poor Jim!”
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“Blamed if I know—that is, what’s become of the raft. That old fool had made a trade and got forty dollars, and when we found him in the doggery the loafers had matched half-dollars with him and got every cent but what he’d spent for whisky; and when I got him home late last night and found the raft gone, we said, ’That little rascal has stole our raft and shook us, and run off down the river.’”
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“Darned if I know what’s become of the raft. That old fool made a deal and got forty dollars, and when we found him in the saloon, those loafers had traded half dollars with him and tricked him out of every cent, aside from what he’d already spent on whisky. And when I got him home late last night and found the raft gone, we said, ‘That little rascale has stolen our raft and run off down the river.’”
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“I wouldn’t shake my NIGGER, would I?—the only nigger I had in the world, and the only property.”
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“I wouldn’t runaway from my N-----, would I? He’s the only n----- I had in the whole world, and he was the only thing I owned.”
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“We never thought of that. Fact is, I reckon we’d come to consider him OUR nigger; yes, we did consider him so—goodness knows we had trouble enough for him. So when we see the raft was gone and we flat broke, there warn’t anything for it but to try the Royal Nonesuch another shake. And I’ve pegged along ever since, dry as a powder-horn. Where’s that ten cents? Give it here.”
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“Well, we never thought of that. The fact is, I suppose we had come to think of him as OUR n-----. Yes, we did think of him that way—goodness knows we went to a lot of trouble for him. So when we saw that the raft was gone and that we were flat broke, the only thing left to do was to try the Royal Nonesuch scam again. I’ve been scraping by ever since—my wallet is as dry as a powder horn. Where’s that ten cents? Give it to me.”
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I had considerable money, so I give him ten cents, but begged him to spend it for something to eat, and give me some, because it was all the money I had, and I hadn’t had nothing to eat since yesterday. He never said nothing. The next minute he whirls on me and says:
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I had quite a lot of money, so I gave him ten cents, but I begged him to spend it on something to eat for the both of us. I told him it was all the money I had and I hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday. He didn’t say anything, though. The next minute, he turned suddenly to me and said:
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“Do you reckon that nigger would blow on us? We’d skin him if he done that!”
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“Do you think that n----- would rat us out? We’d skin him if he did that!”
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“How can he blow? Hain’t he run off?”
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“Rat us out?! Hasn’t he run off?”
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“No! That old fool sold him, and never divided with me, and the money’s gone.”
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“No! That old fool sold him, and didn’t even give me a share. And now the money’s gone.”
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“SOLD him?” I says, and begun to cry; “why, he was MY nigger, and that was my money. Where is he?—I want my nigger.”
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“SOLD him?!” I said, beginning to cry. “But, he was MY n-----, and that was MY money. Where is he? I want my n------!”
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Chapter 31: Page 5
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“Well, you can’t GET your nigger, that’s all—so dry up your blubbering. Looky here—do you think YOU’D venture to blow on us? Blamed if I think I’d trust you. Why, if you WAS to blow on us—”
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“Well, you can GET your n-----, sure enough, so quit your blubbering. Look here—do you think YOU’D rat us out? I’ll be darned if I trust you. Why, if you were to tell on us….”
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He stopped, but I never see the duke look so ugly out of his eyes before. I went on a-whimpering, and says:
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He stopped, but I’ve never seen the duke’s eyes look so ugly before. I kept on wimpering, and said:
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“I don’t want to blow on nobody; and I ain’t got no time to blow, nohow. I got to turn out and find my nigger.”
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“I don’t want to tattle on anyone, and I don’t have time to rat on anyone anyway. I’ve got to go and find my n------.”
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He looked kinder bothered, and stood there with his bills fluttering on his arm, thinking, and wrinkling up his forehead. At last he says:
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He looked a little bothered by this, and stood there with his handbills fluttering under his arm, just thinking and wrinkling his forhead. Finally he said:
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“I’ll tell you something. We got to be here three days. If you’ll promise you won’t blow, and won’t let the nigger blow, I’ll tell you where to find him.”
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“I’ll tell you something. We’re going to be here for three days. If you promise not to tell on us and that you won’t let that n----- tell on us, I’ll tell you where you can find him.”
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So I promised, and he says:
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So I promised, and he said:
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“A farmer by the name of Silas Ph—” and then he stopped. You see, he started to tell me the truth; but when he stopped that way, and begun to study and think again, I reckoned he was changing his mind. And so he was. He wouldn’t trust me; he wanted to make sure of having me out of the way the whole three days. So pretty soon he says:
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“There’s a farmer by the name of Silas Ph—“ and then he stopped. He’d started to tell me the truth, you see, but when stopped in mid sentence like that and begun to think some more, I figured he had changed his mind. And he had—he wouldn’t trust me. He wanted to make sure that I’d be out of the way for the next three days. After a minute or so, he said:
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“The man that bought him is named Abram Foster—Abram G. Foster—and he lives forty mile back here in the country, on the road to Lafayette.”
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“The man that bought him is named Abram Foster—Abram G. Foster. He lives forty miles out in the country, on the road to the town of Lafayette.”
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“All right,” I says, “I can walk it in three days. And I’ll start this very afternoon.”
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“All right,” I said. “I can walk that in three days. And I’ll start this afternoon.”
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“No you wont, you’ll start NOW; and don’t you lose any time about it, neither, nor do any gabbling by the way. Just keep a tight tongue in your head and move right along, and then you won’t get into trouble with US, d’ye hear?”
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“No, you won’t. You’ll start NOW. And don’t lose any time, either, and don’t go chitchatting along the way. Just keep your mouth shut and keep moving right along, and then you won’t get into any trouble with US, you hear?”
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That was the order I wanted, and that was the one I played for. I wanted to be left free to work my plans.
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That was exactly what I wanted to hear, and the thing I’d been trying to get him to say. I wanted to be left alone so that I could put my plan in action.
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“So clear out,” he says; “and you can tell Mr. Foster whatever you want to. Maybe you can get him to believe that Jim IS your nigger—some idiots don’t require documents—leastways I’ve heard there’s such down South here. And when you tell him the handbill and the reward’s bogus, maybe he’ll believe you when you explain to him what the idea was for getting ’em out. Go ’long now, and tell him anything you want to; but mind you don’t work your jaw any BETWEEN here and there.”
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“So move out,” he said. “And you can tell Mr. Foster whatever you want to. Maybe you can get him to believe that Jim IS your n-----—some idiots don’t require documents when buying them. Well, that’s what I hear goes on in the South here. And when you tell him that the handbill and the reward money aren’t real, maybe he’ll believe you. You can explain to him why we’d made them in the first place. Tell him anything you like—just don’t say anything to anyone BETWEEN here and there.”
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So I left, and struck for the back country. I didn’t look around, but I kinder felt like he was watching me. But I knowed I could tire him out at that. I went straight out in the country as much as a mile before I stopped; then I doubled back through the woods towards Phelps’. I reckoned I better start in on my plan straight off without fooling around, because I wanted to stop Jim’s mouth till these fellows could get away. I didn’t want no trouble with their kind. I’d seen all I wanted to of them, and wanted to get entirely shut of them.
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So I left, and headed out for the backcountry. I didn’t look around, but I felt like he was watching me. I knew I could tire him out pretty quickly, so I went straight out into the countryside for about a mile before I stopped. Then I doubled back through the woods towards the Phelps farm. I figured I’d better start working on plan right away and not fool around. I wanted to make sure Jim didn’t say anything before the king and the duke got away. I didn’t want any more trouble with them. I’d seen all I wanted of them, and I wanted to be done with them forever.
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Chapter 32
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WHEN I got there it was all still and Sunday-like, and hot and sunshiny; the hands was gone to the fields; and there was them kind of faint dronings of bugs and flies in the air that makes it seem so lonesome and like everybody’s dead and gone; and if a breeze fans along and quivers the leaves it makes you feel mournful, because you feel like it’s spirits whispering—spirits that’s been dead ever so many years—and you always think they’re talking about YOU. As a general thing it makes a body wish HE was dead, too, and done with it all.
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It was hot and sunny when I got to the Phelps farm. Everything was still and quiet, just like a church on Sunday. The farmhands were out in the fields, and the bugs and flies in the air made a kind of faint droning sound that makes you feel lonely, as if everyone were dead and gone. If a breeze blew by and shook the leaves, it would make you feel awful sad, because it’d feel like ghosts were whispering—ghosts that had been dead for many years—and talking about you. Usually that kind of stuff will make you feel like YOU are dead too, and done with life.
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Phelps’ was one of these little one-horse cotton plantations, and they all look alike. A rail fence round a two-acre yard; a stile made out of logs sawed off and up-ended in steps, like barrels of a different length, to climb over the fence with, and for the women to stand on when they are going to jump on to a horse; some sickly grass-patches in the big yard, but mostly it was bare and smooth, like an old hat with the nap rubbed off; big double log-house for the white folks—hewed logs, with the chinks stopped up with mud or mortar, and these mud-stripes been whitewashed some time or another; round-log kitchen, with a big broad, open but roofed passage joining it to the house; log smoke-house back of the kitchen; three little log nigger-cabins in a row t’other side the smoke-house; one little hut all by itself away down against the back fence, and some outbuildings down a piece the other side; ash-hopper and big kettle to bile soap in by the little hut; bench by the kitchen door, with bucket of water and a gourd; hound asleep there in the sun; more hounds asleep round about; about three shade trees away off in a corner; some currant bushes and gooseberry bushes in one place by the fence; outside of the fence a garden and a watermelon patch; then the cotton fields begins, and after the fields the woods.
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The Phelps farm was one of those little one-horse plantations—they all look alike. A rail fence encircled a yard of about two acres. There was a stile made out of sawed off logs that had been turned over to make steps, like barrels of different lengths, and used to climb over the fence or for the women to stand on when getting on a horse. There were some sickly looking patches of grass in the big yard, but most of it was bare and smooth, like an old worn hat. There was a big two storey log house where the white folks lived. It was made out of hewed logs with the chinks plugged with mud or morter. The stripes of mud had been whitewashed at some point. There was a round log kitchen with a big, broad, open but roofed passage connecting it to the house. A log smokehouse sat behind the kitchen. There were three small log n----- cabins in a row on the other side of the smokehouse, and one little hut standing all by itself down against the back fence. There were some outhouses down a bit on the other side, an ash hopper and a big kettle to boil soap in by the little hut, and a bench by the kitchen door with a bucket of water and a gourd. There was a dog sleeping in the sun and more hounds asleep here and there. There were about three shade trees off in the corner and some currant bushes and gooseberry bushes in one spot by the fence. Outside of the fence there was a garden and a watermelon patch. Then the cotton fields began, and beyond those were the woods.
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I went around and clumb over the back stile by the ash-hopper, and started for the kitchen. When I got a little ways I heard the dim hum of a spinning-wheel wailing along up and sinking along down again; and then I knowed for certain I wished I was dead—for that IS the lonesomest sound in the whole world.
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I went around and climbed over the back stile by the ash hopper and headed toward the kitchen. When I got close, I heard the dim humming sound from a spinning wheel moving up and down. That’s when I knew I was dead, since that IS the loneliest sound in the whole world.
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I went right along, not fixing up any particular plan, but just trusting to Providence to put the right words in my mouth when the time come; for I’d noticed that Providence always did put the right words in my mouth if I left it alone.
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I kept going. I didn’t have a specific plan in mind, but I trusted in Providence to put the right words in my mouth when the time came. I’d noticed that Providence always did put the right words in my mouth if I let it.
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When I got half-way, first one hound and then another got up and went for me, and of course I stopped and faced them, and kept still. And such another powwow as they made! In a quarter of a minute I was a kind of a hub of a wheel, as you may say—spokes made out of dogs—circle of fifteen of them packed together around me, with their necks and noses stretched up towards me, a-barking and howling; and more a-coming; you could see them sailing over fences and around corners from everywheres.
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When I got halfway to the kitchen, one hound and then others started after me. Of course, I stopped and faced them and kept still. What a ruckus they made! In a quarter of a minute, they’d turned me into the hub of a wheel, you might say, with the spokes made out of dogs. Fifteen of them were packed together and circling around me with their necks and noses stretched out toward me. They were barking and howling, and more were coming—you could see them jumping over fences and running around corners from everywhere.
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A nigger woman come tearing out of the kitchen with a rolling-pin in her hand, singing out, “Begone YOU Tige! you Spot! begone sah!” and she fetched first one and then another of them a clip and sent them howling, and then the rest followed; and the next second half of them come back, wagging their tails around me, and making friends with me. There ain’t no harm in a hound, nohow.
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A n----- woman came running out of the kitchen with a rolling pin in her hand, crying, “Go away, Tiger! Go on, Spot! Get out of here!” She hit one and then another and sent them howling off. The rest left on their own, but in the next second, half of them came back, wagging their tails around me and making friends with me. There is no meanness in a hound.
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And behind the woman comes a little nigger girl and two little nigger boys without anything on but tow-linen shirts, and they hung on to their mother’s gown, and peeped out from behind her at me, bashful, the way they always do. And here comes the white woman running from the house, about forty-five or fifty year old, bareheaded, and her spinning-stick in her hand; and behind her comes her little white children, acting the same way the little niggers was going. She was smiling all over so she could hardly stand—and says:
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A little n----- girl and two little n----- boys came up behind the woman. They were wearing nothing but tow linen shirts. They hung on to their mother’s gown and peered out at me from behind her, shy, like they always are. A white woman came running from the house. She was about forty-five or fifty years old, hatless, and she had her spinning stick in her hand. Her little white children followed behind her, acting the same way that the n----- children acted. The woman was smiling so much, she could hardly stand up straight. She said:
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“It’s YOU, at last!—AIN’T it?”
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“At last! It’s YOU! … Isn’t it?”
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I out with a “Yes’m” before I thought.
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Without thinking I said, “Yes, ma’am.”
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