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Owing to the disturbances of the night the old clergyman had slept
little. He now lay down on the couch, and soon sank into a profound
slumber. When he awoke he heard the hum of voices. The cave was
filled with armed men.
"It is Mr. Stackridge and his friends," said Virginia. "They have come
to hold a council of war; and they look upon you as their grand
sachem."
"I have brought them here," said Pomp, "at their request—all except
Deslow."
"Where is he?"
"Deslow, I believe, has deserted!" said Stackridge.
"Ah! What makes you think so?"
"Well, I've watched him right close, and I've seen a good deal of
what's been working in his mind. He's one o' them fools that believe
Slavery is God; and he can't get over it. Pomp, here, saved our lives
in the fire the other night; and Deslow couldn't stand it. To owe his
life to a runaway slave—that was too dreadful!" said Stackridge with
savage sarcasm. "He's a man that would rather be roasted alive, and
see his country ruined, I suppose, than do anything that might
damage in the least degree his divine institution! There's the
difference 'twixt him and me. Sence slavery has made war agin' the
Union, and turned us out of our homes, I say, by the Lord! let it go
down to hell, as it desarves!"
"You use strong language, neighbor!"
"I do; and it's time, I reckon, when strong language, and strong
actions too, are called fur. You hate a man that you've befriended,
and that's turned traitor agin' ye, worse'n you hate an open inemy,
don't ye? Wal, I've befriended slavery, and it's turned traitor agin'
me, and all I hold most sacred in this world, and I'm jest getting my
eyes open to it; and so I say, let it go down! I've no patience with
such men as Deslow, and I'm glad, on the whole, he's gone. He
don't belong with us anyhow. I say, any man that loves any kind of
property, or any party, or institution, better than he loves the old
Union"—Stackridge said this with tears of passion in his eyes,—"such
a man belongs with the rebels, and the sooner we sift 'em out of our
ranks the better."
"When did he go?"
"Some of us were out foraging again last night; Withers and Deslow
with the rest. Tell what he said to you, Withers."
The group of fugitives had gathered about the bed on which the old
clergyman sat. Withers was scraping his long horny nails with a huge
jackknife.
"He says to me, says he, 'Withers, we've got inter a bad scrape.'
'How so?' says I; for I thought we war gittin' out of a right bad
scrape when we got out of that temp'rary jail. 'The wust hain't
happened yet,' says he. 'That's bad,' says I, 'fur it's allus good fur a
feller to know the wust has happened.' And so I told him a little
story. Says I, 'When I was a little boy 'bout that high, I was helping
my daddy one day secure some hay. Wal, it looked like rain, and we
put in right smart till the fust sprinkles begun to fall,—great drops,
big as ox-eyes,—and they skeert me, for I war awful 'fraid of gittin'
wet. So what did I do but run and git under some boards. My daddy
war so busy he didn't see me, till bime-by he come that way, rolling
up the hay-cocks to kill, and looked, and thar I war under the pile o'
boards, curled up like a hedgehog to keep dry. 'Josh,' says he, 'what
ye doin' thar? Why ain't ye to work?' ''Fraid o' gittin' wet!' says I.
'Pon that he didn't say a word, but jest come and took me by the
collar, and led me to a little run close by, and jest casoused me in
the water, head over heels, and then jest pulled me out agin. 'Now,'
says he, 'ye can go to work, and you won't be the leastest mite
afeard o' gittin' wet. Wal, 'twas about so. I didn't mind the rain, arter
that. 'Wal, Deslow,' says I, 'that larnt me a lesson; and ever sence
I've always thought 'twas a good thing fur us, when trouble comes,
to have the wust happen, and know it's the wust, fur then we'se
prepared fur't, and ain't no longer to be skeert by a little shower.'
That's what I said to Deslow." And Withers continued scraping his
nails.
"Very good philosophy, indeed!" said Mr. Villars. "And what did he
reply?"
"He said, when the wust happened to us, we'd find we had no
home, no property, and no country left; and fur his part he had been
thinking we'd better go and give ourselves up, make peace with the
authorities, and take the oath of allegiance. 'Lincoln won't send no
army to relieve us yet a-while,' says he, 'and even if he does, you
know, victory for the Federals means the death of our institootions!
So I see where the shoe pinched with him; and I said, 'If that
continners to be your ways of thinkin', I hain't the least objections to
partin' comp'ny with ye, as the house dog said to the skunk; only,'
says I, 'don't ye go to betrayin' us, if you conclude to go.' Soon arter
that we separated, and that's the last any on us have seen of him."
"They've begun to whip women, too," said Stackridge. "But, by right
good luck, when this scamp here—" glowering upon Lysander—"sent
to have my wife whipped, he got his own mother whipped in her
place! He's a connection o' your family, I know, Mr. Villars; but I
never spile a story for relation's sake."
"Nor need you, friend Stackridge. Sorry I am for that deluded young
man; but he reaps what he has sown, and he has only himself to
blame."
"'Twas a regular secesh operation, that of having his own mother
strung up," said Captain Grudd. "They are working against their own
interests and families without knowing it. When they think they are
destroying the Union, they are destroying their own honor and
influence; for so it 'ill be sure to turn out."
"It was Liberty they intended to have beaten," said Penn; "but they
will find that it is the back of their own mother, Slavery, that receives
the rods."
"Just what I meant to say; but it took the professor to put it into the
right shape. By the way, neighbors, we owe the professor an
apology. Some of us found fault with his views of slavery and
secession; but we've all come around to 'em pretty generally, I
believe, by this time. Here's my hand, professor, and let me say I
think you was right enough in all but one thing—your plaguy non-
resistance."
"He has thought better of that," said Mr. Villars, pleasantly.
"Yes, zhentlemen," said Carl, anxious to exonerate his friend, "he
has been conwerted."
"We have found that out, to his credit," said Stackridge.
And, one after another, all took Penn cordially by the hand.
"We are all brothers in one cause, OUR COUNTRY," said Penn. Nor
did he stop when the hand of the last patriot was shaken; he took
the hand of Pomp also. "We are all men in the sight of God!" His
heart was full; there was a thrill of fervent emotion in his voice. His
calm young face, his firm and finely-cut features, always noticeable
for a certain massiveness and strength, were singularly illumined. He
went on, the light of the cave-fire throwing its ruddy flash on the
group. "We are all His children. He has brought us together here for
a purpose. The work to be done is for all men, for humanity: it is
God's work. To that we should be willing to give everything—even
our lives; even our selfish prejudices, dearer to some than their
lives. I believe that upon the success of our cause depends, not the
prosperity of any class of men, or of any race of men, only, but of all
men, and all races. For America marches in the van of human
progress, and if she falters, if she ignobly turns back, woe is to the
world! Perhaps you do not see this yet; but never mind. One thing
we all see—a path straight before us, our duty to our country. We
must put every other consideration aside, forget all minor
differences, and unite in this the defence of the nation's life."
An involuntary burst of applause testified how ardently the hearts of
the patriots responded to these words. Some wrung Penn's hand
again. Pomp meanwhile, erect, and proud as a prince, with his arms
folded upon his massive and swelling chest, smiled with deep and
quiet satisfaction at the scene. There was another who smiled, too,
her face suffused with love and pride ineffable, as her eyes watched
the young Quaker, and her soul drank in his words.
"That's the sentiment!" said Stackridge. "And now, what is to be
done? We have been disappointed in one thing. Our friends don't
join us. One reason is, no doubt, they hain't got arms. But the main
reason is, they look upon our cause as desperate. Desperate or not,
it can't be helped, as I see. With or without help, we must fight it
through, or go back, like that putty-head Deslow, and take the oath
of allegiance to the bogus government. Mr. Villars, you're wise, and
we want your opinion."
"That, I fear, will be worth little to you!" answered the old man,
bowing his head with true humility. "It seems to me that you are not
to rely upon any open assistance from your friends. And sorry I am
to add, I think you should not rely, either, upon any immediate aid
from the government. The government has its hands full. The time is
coming when you who have eyes will see the old flag once more
floating on the breezes of East Tennessee. But it may be long first.
And in the mean time it is your duty to look out for yourselves."
"That is it," said Stackridge. "But how?"
"It seems to me that your retreat cannot remain long concealed.
Therefore, this is what I advise. Make your preparations to disperse
at any moment. You may be compelled to hide for months in the
mountains and woods, hunted continually, and never permitted to
sleep in safety twice in the same place. That will be the fate of
hundreds. There is but one thing better for you to do. It is this.
Force your way over the mountains into Kentucky, join the national
army, and hasten its advance."
"And you?" said Captain Grudd.
The old man smiled with beautiful serenity.
"Perhaps I shall have my choice, after all. You remember what that
was? To remain in the hands of our enemies. I ought never to have
attempted to escape. I cannot help myself; I am only a burden to
you. My daughters cannot continue to be with me here in this cave;
and, if I am to be separated from them, I may as well be in a
confederate prison as elsewhere. If the traitors seek my life, they are
welcome to it."
"O, father! what do you say!" exclaimed Virginia, in terror at his
words.
"I advise what I feel to be best. I will give myself up to the military
authorities. You, and Salina, if she chooses, will, I am certain, be
permitted to go to your friends in Ohio. But before I take this step,
let all here who have strong arms to lend their country be already on
their way over the mountains. Penn and Carl must go with them. Nor
do I forget Pomp and Cudjo. They shall go too, and you will protect
them."
Penn turned suddenly pale. It was the soundness of the good old
man's counsel that terrified him. Separation from Virginia! She to be
left at the mercy of the confederates! This was the one thing in the
world he had personally to dread.