Part 11 (1/2)
THE history of Pinetucky District in Putnam County is preserved in tradition only, but its records are not less savoury on that account.
The settlement has dispersed and disappeared, and the site of it is owned and occupied by a busy little man, who wears eye-gla.s.ses and a bob-tailed coat, and who is breeding Jersey cattle and experimenting with ensilage. It is well for this little man's peace of mind that the dispersion was an accomplished fact before he made his appearance. The Jersey cattle would have been winked at, and the silo regarded as an object of curiosity; but the eye-gla.s.ses and the bob-tailed coat would not have been tolerated. But if Pinetucky had its peculiarities, it also had its advantages. It was pleased with its situation and surroundings, and was not puzzled, as a great many people have since been, as to the origin of its name. In brief, Pinetucky was satisfied with itself. It was a spa.r.s.ely settled neighbourhood, to be sure, but the people were sociable and comparatively comfortable. They could remain at home, so to speak, and attend the militia musteri, and they were in easy reach of a church-building which was not only used by all denominations--Methodists, Baptists, and Presbyterians--as a house of wors.h.i.+p, but was made to serve as a schoolhouse. So far as petty litigation was concerned, Squire Ichabod Inchly, the wheel-wright, was prepared to hold justice-court in the open air in front of his shop when the weather wag fine, and in any convenient place when the weather was foul. ”Gentlemen,” he would say, when a case came before him, ”I'd a heap ruther shoe a horse or shrink a tire; yit if you _will_ have the law, I'll try and temper it wi' jestice.” This was the genuine Pinetucky spirit, and all true Pinetuckians tried to live up to it.
When occasion warranted, they followed the example of larger communities, and gossiped about each other; but rural gossip is oftener harmless than not; besides, it is a question whether gossip does not serve a definite moral purpose. If our actions are to be taken note of by people whose good opinion is worth striving for, the fact serves as a motive and a cue for orderly behaviour.
Yet it should be said that the man least respected by the Pinetuckians was the man least gossiped about. This was Bradley Gaither, the richest man in the neighbourhood. With few exceptions, all the Pinetuckians owned land and negroes; but Bradley Gaither owned more land and more negroes than the most of them put together. No man, to all appearances, led a more correct life than Bradley Gaither. He was first at church, and the last to leave; he even affected a sort of personal interest in politics; but the knack of addressing himself to the respect and esteem of his neighbours he lacked altogether. He was not parsimonious, but, as Squire Inchly expressed it, ”narrer-minded in money matters.” He had the air of a man who is satisfied with himself rather than with the world, and the continual exhibition of this species of selfishness is apt to irritate the most simple-minded spectator. Lacking the sense of humour necessary to give him a knowledge of his own relations to his neighbours, he lived under the impression that he was not only one of the most generous of men, but the most popular. He insisted upon his rights. If people made bad bargains when they traded with him--and he allowed them to make no other kind,--they must stand or fall by them.
Where his lands joined those of his neighbours, there was always ”a lane for the rabbits,” as the saying is. He would join fences with none of them. Indeed, he was a surly neighbour, though he did not even suspect the fact.
He had one weakness,--a greed for land. If he drove hard bargains, it was for the purpose of adding to his landed possessions. He overworked and underfed his negroes in order that he might buy more land. Day and night he toiled, and planned, and pinched himself and the people around him to gratify his land-hunger.
Bradley Gaither had one redeeming feature,--his daughter Rose. For the sake of this daughter Pinetueky was willing to forgive him a great many things. To say that Rose Gaither was charming or lovely, and leave the matter there, would ill become even the casual historian of Pinetucky.
She was lovely, but her loveliness was of the rare kind that shows itself in strength of character as well as in beauty of form and feature. In the appreciative eyes of the Pinetuckians she seemed to invest womanhood with a new n.o.bility. She possessed dignity without vanity, and her candour was tempered by a rare sweetness that won all hearts. She carried with her that mysterious flavour of romance that belongs to the perfection of youth and beauty; and there are old men in Rockville to-day, sitting in the suns.h.i.+ne on the street corners and dreaming of the past, whose eyes will kindle with enthusiasm at mention of Rose Gaither's name.
But in 1840 Bradley Gaither's beautiful daughter was not by any means the only representative of womankind in Pinetucky. There was Miss Jane Inchly, to go no further. Miss Jane was Squire Inchly's maiden sister; and though she was neither fat nor fair, she was forty. Perhaps she was more than forty; but if she was fifty she was not ashamed of it. She had a keen eye and a sharp tongue, and used both with a freedom befitting her s.e.x and her experience.
Squire Inchly's house was convenient to his shop; and just opposite lived the Carews, father and son, once the most prosperous and prominent family in the neighbourhood. It was the custom of Pinetucky to take a half-holiday on Sat.u.r.days, and on one of these occasions Squire Inchly, instead of going to his shop or to the store, sat in his porch and smoked his pipe. After a while Miss Jane brought out her sewing and sat with him. Across the way Uncle Billy Carew sat in his easy-chair under the shade of a tree, and made queer gestures in the air with his hands and cane, while his son, a young man of twenty-five or thereabouts, paced moodily up and down the veranda. The birds fluttered in and out of the hedges of Cherokee rose that ran along both sides of the road, and over all the sun shone brightly.
”Billy is cuttin' up his antics ag'in,” said the Squire, finally.
”First the limbs give way, and then the mind. It's Providence, I reckon. We're all a-gittin' old.”
”Why, you talk, Ichabod, as if Providence went around with a drink of dram in one hand and a stroke of palsy in t'other one,” said Miss Jane.
”It's the Old Boy that totes the dram. And don't you pester yourself on account of old Billy Oarew's palsy. A man's nimble enough in the legs when he can git to the dimmy-john.”
”Well, I'm sorry for Jack, Sister Jane,” exclaimed the Squire, heartily. ”I am, from the bottom of my heart. The boy is too lonesome in his ways. He needs comp'ny; he needs to be holp up, Sister Jane. He does, certain and sh.o.r.e.”
”Well, we're all near-sighted; but when Im in trouble, I'm like a hen a-layin'; I don't want n.o.body to stand around and watch me. Not even them that feeds me. The Lord knows what he keeps old Billy Carew here to fret poor Jack for, but I don't,” continued Miss Jane, with a sigh.
”I'm much mistaken if that old creetur hain't got years before him to drink and dribble in.”
”It pa.s.ses me, Sister Jane,” said Squire Inchly, moving uneasily in his chair. ”It pa.s.ses me, certain and sh.o.r.e. Here was Billy, rich and healthy, Jack at college, and ever'thing a-runnin' slick and smooth, when nothin' must do but the old creetur must take to the jug, and it's gone on and gone on, till old Bradley Gaither owns in-about all the Carew plantation that's wuth ownin'. Maybe it was Billy's wife druv him to it, Sister Jane.”
”I say the word!” exclaimed Miss Jane, scornfully,--”I say the word!
How could a little bit of a dried-up 'oman drive a grown man to drink?”
”They are a heap livelier than they look to be, Sister Jane,” said the Squire rea.s.suringly. ”Little as she was, I lay Billy Carew's wife had her say.”
”Well,” said Miss Jane, ”a mouse'll squeal if you tromple on it.”
Squire Inchly had a jovial appearance ordinarily; but when he found it necessary to wrestle with the moral problems that the sharp tongue of his sister presented to his mind, he was in the habit of putting on his spectacles, as if by that means to examine them more impartially. He put his spectacles on now, and with them a severe judicial frown.
”That's the trouble, Sister Jane,--that's the trouble,” he said after a while. ”The mouse'll squeal and squeal, but where's the man that ever got use to sech squealin'?”
”Don't pester the mouse then,” said Miss Jane, sententiously.
”Old Bradley Gaither,” remarked the Squire, showing a disposition to wander away from a dangerous discussion,--”Old Bradley Gaither ain't only got mighty nigh all the Carew plantation, but he's hot arter the balance of it. Last sale-day he took me off behind the Court-house, and, says he--
”'Square,' says he, 'I'd like mighty well for to git that Carew place,'
says he.
”'Why, Mr. Gaither,' says I, 'you've in-about got it all now,' says I.