Part 81 (1/2)

Through all the fertile and highly cultivated fields that lay along the banks of the river they went, until they reached the borders of the forest, where Reuben's cottage stood. They did not pause here, but pa.s.sed it and entered the forest. What a forest it was! They had scarcely entered it when they became so buried in shade that they might have imagined themselves a thousand miles deep in some primeval wilderness, where never the foot of man had trod. The road along which they went was gra.s.s-grown. The trees, which grew to an enormous size and gigantic height, interwove their branches thickly overhead. Sometimes these branches intermingled so low that they grazed the top of the wagon as it pa.s.sed, while men and horses had to bow their heads.

”Why isn't this road cleared, Uncle Reuben?” inquired Ishmael.

”Because it is as much as a man's place is worth to touch a tree in this forest, Ishmael,” replied Reuben.

”But why is that? The near branches of these trees need lopping away from the roadside; we can scarcely get along.”

”I know it, Ishmael; but the judge won't have a tree in Tanglewood so much as touched; it is his crochet.”

”True, for you, Ma.r.s.e Gray,” spoke up Sam; ”last time I trimmed away the branches from the sides of this here road, ole ma.r.s.e threatened if I cut off so much as a twig from one of the trees again he'd take off a joint of one of my fingers to see how I'd like to be 'trimmed', he said.”

Ishmael laughed and remarked:

”But the road will soon be closed unless the trees are cut away.”

”Sartin it will; but he don't care for consequences; he will have his way; that's the reason why he never could keep any overseer but me; there was always such a row about the trees and things, as he always swore they should grow as they had a mind to, in spite of all the overseers in the world. I let him have his own will; it's none of my business to contradict him,” said Reuben.

”But what will you do when the road closes, how will you manage to get heavy boxes up to the house?” laughed Ishmael.

”Wheel 'em up in a hand-barrow, I s'pose, and if the road gets too narrow for that, unpack 'em and let the n.i.g.g.e.rs tote the parcels up piece-meal.”

Thicker and thicker grew the trees as they penetrated deeper into the forest; more obstructed and difficult became the road. Suddenly, without an instant's warning, they came upon the house, a huge, square building of gray stone, so overgrown with moss, ivy, and creeping vines that scarcely a glimpse of the wall could be seen. Its colors, therefore, blended so well with the forest trees that grew thickly and closely around it, that one could scarcely suspect the existence of a building there.

”Here we are,” said Reuben, while Sam dismounted and began to take off the boxes.

The front door opened and a fat negro woman, apparently startled by the arrival of the wagon, made her appearance, asking:

”What de debbil all dis, chillun?”

”Here are some books that are to be put into the library, Aunt Katie, and this young man is to unpack and arrange them,” answered the overseer.

”More books: my hebbinly Lord, what ole ma.r.s.e want wid more books, when he nebber here to read dem he has got?” exclaimed the fat woman, raising her hands in dismay.

”That is none of our business, Katie! What we are to do is to obey orders; so, if you please, let us have the keys,” replied Gray.

The woman disappeared within the house and remained absent for a few minutes, during which the men lifted the boxes from the wagon.

By the time they had set down the last one Katie reappeared with her heavy bunch of keys and beckoned them to follow her.

Ishmael obeyed, by shouldering a small box and entering the house, while Reuben Gray and Sam took up a heavy one between them and came after.

It was a n.o.ble old hall, with its walls hung with family pictures and rusty arms and trophies of the chase; with doors opening on each side into s.p.a.cious apartments; and with a broad staircase ascending from the center.

The fat old negro housekeeper, waddling along before the men, led them to the back of the hall, and opened a door on the right, admitting them into the library of Tanglewood.

Here the men set down the boxes. And when they had brought them all in, and Sam, under the direction of Gray, had forced off all the tops, laying the contents bare to view, the latter said:

”Now then, Ishmael, we will leave you to go to work and unpack; but don't you get so interested in the work as to disremember dinner time at one o'clock precisely; and be sure you are punctual, because we've got veal and spinnidge.”