Part 5 (2/2)

”Tell me, tell me,” said one, ”you need n't tell me dat a bird kin fly so high dat he don' have to come down some time. An' w'en he do light, honey, my Lawd, how he flop!”

”Mistah Rich n.i.g.g.ah,” said another. ”He wanted to dress his wife an'

chillen lak white folks, did he? Well, he foun' out, he foun' out. By de time de jedge git thoo wid him he won't be hol'in' his haid so high.”

”Wy, dat gal o' his'n,” broke in old Isaac Brown indignantly, ”w'y, she would n' speak to my gal, Minty, when she met huh on de street. I reckon she come down off'n huh high hoss now.”

The fact of the matter was that Minty Brown was no better than she should have been, and did not deserve to be spoken to. But none of this was taken into account either by the speaker or the hearers. The man was down, it was time to strike.

The women too joined their shrill voices to the general cry, and were loud in their abuse of the Hamiltons and in disparagement of their high-toned airs.

”I knowed it, I knowed it,” mumbled one old crone, rolling her bleared and jealous eyes with glee. ”W'enevah you see n.i.g.g.ahs gittin' so high dat dey own folks ain' good enough fu' 'em, look out.”

”W'y, la, Aunt Chloe I knowed it too. Dem people got so owdacious proud dat dey would n't walk up to de collection table no mo' at chu'ch, but allus set an' waited twell de basket was pa.s.sed erroun'.”

”Hit 's de livin' trufe, an' I 's been seein' it all 'long. I ain't said nuffin', but I knowed what 'uz gwine to happen. Ol' Chloe ain't lived all dese yeahs fu' nuffin', an' ef she got de gif' o' secon' sight, 't ain't fu' huh to say.”

The women suddenly became interested in this half a.s.sertion, and the old hag, seeing that she had made the desired impression, lapsed into silence.

The whites were not neglecting to review and comment on the case also.

It had been long since so great a bit of wrong-doing in a negro had given them cause for speculation and recrimination.

”I tell you,” said old Horace Talbot, who was noted for his kindliness towards people of colour, ”I tell you, I pity that darky more than I blame him. Now, here 's my theory.” They were in the bar of the Continental Hotel, and the old gentleman sipped his liquor as he talked.

”It 's just like this: The North thought they were doing a great thing when they come down here and freed all the slaves. They thought they were doing a great thing, and I 'm not saying a word against them. I give them the credit for having the courage of their convictions. But I maintain that they were all wrong, now, in turning these people loose upon the country the way they did, without knowledge of what the first principle of liberty was. The natural result is that these people are irresponsible. They are unacquainted with the ways of our higher civilisation, and it 'll take them a long time to learn. You know Rome was n't built in a day. I know Berry, and I 've known him for a long while, and a politer, likelier darky than him you would have to go far to find. And I have n't the least doubt in the world that he took that money absolutely without a thought of wrong, sir, absolutely. He saw it.

He took it, and to his mental process, that was the end of it. To him there was no injury inflicted on any one, there was no crime committed.

His elemental reasoning was simply this: This man has more money than I have; here is some of his surplus,--I 'll just take it. Why, gentlemen, I maintain that that man took that money with the same innocence of purpose with which one of our servants a few years ago would have appropriated a stray ham.”

”I disagree with you entirely, Mr. Talbot,” broke in Mr. Beachfield Davis, who was a mighty hunter.--”Make mine the same, Jerry, only add a little syrup.--I disagree with you. It 's simply total depravity, that 's all. All n.i.g.g.e.rs are alike, and there 's no use trying to do anything with them. Look at that man, Dodson, of mine. I had one of the finest young hounds in the State. You know that white pup of mine, Mr. Talbot, that I bought from Hiram Gaskins? Mighty fine breed. Well, I was spendin' all my time and patience trainin' that dog in the daytime. At night I put him in that n.i.g.g.e.r's care to feed and bed. Well, do you know, I came home the other night and found that black rascal gone? I went out to see if the dog was properly bedded, and by Jove, the dog was gone too. Then I got suspicious. When a n.i.g.g.e.r and a dog go out together at night, one draws certain conclusions. I thought I had heard bayin'

way out towards the edge of the town. So I stayed outside and watched.

In about an hour here came Dodson with a possum hung over his shoulder and my dog trottin' at his heels. He 'd been possum huntin' with my hound--with the finest hound in the State, sir. Now, I appeal to you all, gentlemen, if that ain't total depravity, what is total depravity?”

”Not total depravity, Beachfield, I maintain, but the very irresponsibility of which I have spoken. Why, gentlemen, I foresee the day when these people themselves shall come to us Southerners of their own accord and ask to be re-enslaved until such time as they shall be fit for freedom.” Old Horace was nothing if not logical.

”Well, do you think there 's any doubt of the darky's guilt?” asked Colonel Saunders hesitatingly. He was the only man who had ever thought of such a possibility. They turned on him as if he had been some strange, unnatural animal.

”Any doubt!” cried Old Horace.

”Any doubt!” exclaimed Mr. Davis.

”Any doubt?” almost shrieked the rest. ”Why, there can be no doubt. Why, Colonel, what are you thinking of? Tell us who has got the money if he has n't? Tell us where on earth the n.i.g.g.e.r got the money he 's been putting in the bank? Doubt? Why, there is n't the least doubt about it.”

”Certainly, certainly,” said the Colonel, ”but I thought, of course, he might have saved it. There are several of those people, you know, who do a little business and have bank accounts.”

”Yes, but they are in some sort of business. This man makes only thirty dollars a month. Don't you see?”

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