Part 5 (1/2)
”I would have brought my pole and taught you how to fish if it hadn't been the Sabbath,” he said after a while.
I tried to picture myself fis.h.i.+ng and couldn't. ”I don't think proper young ladies are supposed to go fis.h.i.+ng-even when it's not the Sabbath.”
”Who says?”
”The teachers at my school in Richmond. They would think it was scandalous for me to go hiking in the woods with you, much less go fis.h.i.+ng. They're always trying to teach us what's proper and what isn't. Above all, we're supposed to remember that we're delicate young ladies.”
”Doesn't sound like much fun at all,” he said, laughing.
”It isn't. Where do you go to school?”
”Me? Right here on the plantation. Father hired a tutor to teach my brothers and me. He's away now for the summer.”
We rose after a while and continued our lazy hike. Jonathan pointed out many of the trees we pa.s.sed-sa.s.safras, willow oak, hackberry, sweet gum, Virginia pine, red cedar.
”Did your tutor teach you all those names?” I asked.
”No. Grandfather taught me.”
I wondered if Grandfather had once taught my daddy the names of all the trees. And if he still remembered them.
Suddenly Jonathan stopped. He turned to me with a very serious look on his face. ”You'd better wait back here where it's safe,” he warned. ”See that pit up ahead? We use it to trap wild animals. Who knows? There might be one trapped in there right now.”
My heart leaped like a frog into a pond. ”W-what kind of wild animals?”
”Oh, you know, wildcats, bears, panthers. . . .”
Fear froze me to the spot. The woods around me felt eerie and threatening. When something suddenly rustled in the bushes behind me, I ran into Jonathan's arms, clinging to him. ”Take me home! I want to go home!”
To my surprise, he burst into laughter. ”Oh, Carrie, I'm sorry. I was only teasing. There aren't really any wild animals.”
I didn't want to let go of him until I was sure. ”Th-then what was that sound?”
”I tossed a rock into the brush. I didn't know you'd be this scared. Honest, Carrie, I'm sorry.” But it took him a minute to stop laughing. ”You should have seen your face!” he sputtered. I managed to laugh along with him, mostly with relief.
”The pit is really our ice pit,” he explained. ”Come here, I'll show you. The servants cut blocks of ice from the river in the wintertime and bury them here, beneath the sand and leaves. They'll stay frozen a long time under there. That's how we have ice in the summertime.”
I had to sit down by the edge of the pit until my knees stopped trembling. Jonathan dug up a chunk of ice and chipped off a few pieces with his pocketknife for us to suck on, wiping them clean with his handkerchief.
”You're a very pretty girl, you know that?” he said quietly. ”I've never seen a girl half as pretty as you before.”
I didn't know what to say. I also didn't know why my heart suddenly started to pound again, just as it had after Jonathan scared me.
”Come on,” he said, reaching to help me up. ”There's one more place I want to show you. I promise it's very safe.”
”Promise you won't ever tease me again?”
”Well . . .” he said with a wide grin, ”I promise I won't tease you again today today. How's that?”
He led me a long way into the woods until we came to a small clearing in the middle of a grove of pines. The trees were very tall, surrounding us like pillars, the branches arching overhead like the nave of a cathedral. The atmosphere was as hushed and reverent as any church sanctuary back home, and every bit as beautiful. Even the wind seemed to whisper, so I did, too.
”I would love to live here.”
”Then why don't you?” I looked up at Jonathan to see if he was joking. He wasn't. ”You don't have to go home when your father does. We drive into Richmond every month or so for supplies. We can take you home at the end of the summer.”
I sat down on a fallen log to think about the idea and to enjoy the gentle beauty all around me. I couldn't understand why my daddy would ever want to leave a wonderful place like Hilltop to live in Richmond. I decided to accept my cousin's invitation and stay here a while longer. I liked the plantation. But even more, I liked Jonathan.
My cousin was handsome, kind, and lots of fun to be with. We'd already become good friends. But what I was beginning to feel toward him was very different from the childhood friends.h.i.+p I'd shared with Grady. I didn't realize it at the time, but Jonathan was fast becoming my first adolescent crush.
I loved the feel of his rough hand in mine, the hard muscles of his arm as we b.u.mped shoulders on the path. And as we sat side by side in the secluded grove, I wondered what it would feel like for Jonathan to kiss my neck the way Josiah had kissed Tessie's.
”Want an adventure?” Jonathan asked suddenly. ”The Negroes are meeting here tonight. Want to sneak out and watch them with me? Your boy is going to preach.”
”My . . . boy?” I was confused, thinking he must mean Grady.
”Yeah, your boy Eli. Don't you know he's the Negro folks' preacher? They're coming from all the neighboring plantations to hear him. But you can't tell anyone. It's a secret.”
”Then how do you know about it?”
”I know lots of things.” He stood, pulling me to my feet beside him. ”So, do you want to sneak out tonight and watch or not?”
I fell asleep waiting for Jonathan, but as soon as I heard his soft whistle I was wide-awake. My heart began pounding when I saw him crouching outside on the porch roof, motioning to me through the open window. I never dreamed that I'd have to crawl around on the rooftop in the dark. But I'd already agreed to go on this adventure, and I was still wearing my clothes beneath the bedcovers. I tried to push aside my fear along with the mosquito netting that encircled my bed.
As I tiptoed across the room, I peered over at Tessie to see if my movements had awakened her. The lump on her pallet didn't move. In fact, she seemed unnaturally still. I looked closer and discovered that she'd padded her bed with pillows. Tessie was already gone.
Jonathan helped me climb through the window, and we crept across the roof to the ladder he had waiting. I closed my eyes and began to descend, careful not to look at the ground until I was standing safely upon it again. Then we raced across the dew-damp gra.s.s to the woods. I was excited-and terrified. The forest seemed much scarier at night, the sounds otherworldly. And walking down the narrow path in the dark was much harder, too. Jonathan gripped my hand tightly to keep me from stumbling.
”Are you sure there aren't any wild animals?” I asked.
”Just deer and skunks and racc.o.o.ns and such. Nothing dangerous. The worst we might run into are hogs. They run wild until slaughtering time. Sometimes the boars can be mean.”
”Do you think we'll meet any boars?” I hated that my voice shook.
”I brought my knife,” he said, pulling it from his pocket to show me. ”Don't worry, you're safe with me.”
We heard the sound of singing in the distance long before we got there. The Negroes were meeting in the same pine grove we'd visited earlier that day. When we were a short distance away, Jonathan steered me off the main path and we cut through the dense brush, careful not to be seen or to make too much noise. I saw flickering lights from two or three torches, but the meeting was hidden from view by a wall of quilts, strung on ropes around the perimeter of trees.
”What are the blankets for?” I whispered.
”To deaden the sound so it won't carry back to the house.”
”But why?”
”Don't you know? The slaves are forbidden to leave the plantation without their masters' permission. And they're strictly forbidden to gather in groups like this without white supervision.”
”Even for a church service?”
”For any reason. If they're caught they could be whipped.”