Part 20 (2/2)
An emissary of the prophet met them on the Brooklyn side and led them to a vacant store with closed wooden shutters. No light could be seen from the street. The guide rapped a signal and the door opened. Inside were about thirty negroes gathered before a platform. Chairs filled the long s.p.a.ce. A white man was talking to the closely packed group of blacks.
Sam pressed forward and watched him.
He was old until he began to talk. And then there was something strange and electric in his tones that made him young. His voice was vaulting and metallic and throbbed with an indomitable will. There was contagion in the fierceness of his tones. It caught his hearers and called them in a spell.
His shoulders were stooped. His manner grim and impressive. There was a quick, wiry movement to his body that gave the idea that he was crouching to spring. It was uncanny. It persisted as his speech lengthened.
He was talking in cold tones of the injustice being done the black man in the South. Of the crimes against G.o.d and humanity which the Southern whites were daily committing.
The one feature of the strange speaker that fascinated Sam was the glitter of his s.h.i.+fting eyes. He never held them still. He did not try to bore a man through with them. They were restless, as if moved by hidden forces within. The flash of light from their depths seemed a signal from an unknown world.
Sam watched him with open mouth.
He was finis.h.i.+ng his talk now in a desultory way more gripping in its deadly calm than the most pa.s.sionate appeal.
”We are enrolling volunteers,” he quietly announced. ”Volunteers in the United States League of Gileadites. If you sign your names to the roll to-night understand clearly what you are doing. I have written for each member _Words of Advice_ which he must memorize as the guide to his action.”
He drew a sheet of paper from his pocket and read:
”No jury can be found in the Northern States, that would convict a man for defending his rights to the last extremity. This is well understood by Southern Congressmen, who insist that the right of trial by jury should not be granted to the fugitive slave. Colored people have more fast friends among the whites than they suppose. Just think of the money expended by individuals in your behalf in the past twenty years! Think of the number who have been mobbed and imprisoned on your account. Have any of you seen the branded hand? Do you remember the names of Lovejoy and Torrey? Should any of your number be arrested, you must collect together as quickly as possible so as to outnumber your adversaries who are taking an active part against you. Let no able-bodied man appear on the ground unequipped or with his weapons exposed to view; let that be understood beforehand. Your plans must be known only to yourself, and with the understanding that all traitors must die, wherever caught and proven to be guilty.
”'Whosoever is fearful or afraid, let him return and depart early from Mount Gilead' (Judges VII Chapter, 3rd verse; Deuteronomy XX Chapter, 8th verse). Give all cowards an opportunity to show it on condition of holding their peace. Do not delay one moment after you're ready: you will lose all your resolution if you do. Let the first blow be the signal for all to engage; and when engaged do not do your work by halves; but make clean work with your enemies--”
It was the slow way in which he spoke the last words that gave them meaning. Sam could hear in his tones the crash of steel into human flesh and the grating of the blade on the bone. It made him s.h.i.+ver.
Every negro present joined the League.
When the last man had signed, John Brown led in a long prayer to Almighty G.o.d to bless the holy work on which these n.o.ble men had entered. At the close of his prayer he announced that on the following night at the People's Hall on the Bowery in New York, the Honorable Gerrit Smith, the n.o.blest friend of the colored men in the North, would preside over a ma.s.s meeting in behalf of the downtrodden. He asked them all to come and bring their friends.
The ceremony of signing over, Sam turned to the guide with a genial smile.
”I done jine de League.”
”That's right. I knew you would.”
”I'se a full member now, ain't I?”
”Of course.”
”When do we eat?” Sam asked eagerly.
”Eat?”
”Sho.”
”We ain't organizin' de Gileadites to eat, man.”
”Ain't we?”
”No, sah. We'se organizin'--ter kill white men dat come atter runaway slaves.”
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