CHAPTER VIII.

COTTON PROWLING--EMPLOYING OCTAVIA'S GOVERNESS.

Not long after the Southern soldiers came home, they began a wholesale

prowling of government cotton, and in some instances, private cotton

was stolen. The status of this government cotton was as follows: The

Confederate government issued bonds, with a liberal rate of interest,

exchanging them with the planters for their cotton, and in this way, a

large amount had been acquired, half of which probably was still in

warehouses and gin houses throughout the Southern States. Of course,

this property, on the collapse of the Confederacy, by all moral and

legal right, became the property of the United States government.

When the soldiers came home, they were without money, clothes, and in

many instances, without anything to eat, especially if their homes were

in the path of either army.

They claimed that they were violating no law of God or man in taking

this cotton. However, the pulpits in the country came out strongly

against this practice, saying that if it was wrong to take private

cotton, it was as much so to take public cotton; that the latter was

nothing more nor less than wholesale theft. By some means, the

whereabouts of Colonel R.'s cotton was found out, and it was whispered

around, that it was government cotton. I would say here that Colonel

R. had made a liberal donation of cotton to his government for bonds,

but that every bale had been delivered and carried off. A raid was

projected on this cotton on a certain night, but when they got there

they found it guarded, Colonel R. and Simon having slept there since

this cotton-prowling began. The leader of the raid claimed that it was

government cotton, and that the raiders were going to have it. Colonel

R. protested that it was not government cotton, but his own private

property, and that if they got it they would have to do so over his

dead body, and that he had help and was well armed. The night was

dark, and fearing that it might be well guarded, and not knowing how

many they had to oppose, the raiders decided that "discretion was the

better part of valor," and left without molesting the cotton.

Colonel R. immediately hired every wagon and team, hauled the cotton to

the river, shipped it to New Orleans by the first boat, and realized

fifty cents per pound in gold for it, and as there were about one

thousand bales, the reader can calculate, at five hundred pounds per

bale, what a nice fortune the Colonel had, all of which had much to do

with Octavia's future career.

While to all appearances Octavia was as white as the whitest, she had

African blood coursing through her veins, which would debar her from

Southern society. Social laws on this point were as rigid and

unchangeable as the laws of the Medes and Persians.

Octavia was now about five years of age, most too young to begin

school, but the Colonel determined at once to hire a governess for her.

Consequently he advertised in one of the foremost Northern dailies for

one. He was not long in receiving answers to his "ad." One reply,

from the interior of New York State, pleased him more than any of the

others, the lady giving as reference one of his former colleagues in

Congress. Several letters passed between the two, he telling her that

if she accepted she would have to teach the niece of his ex-slave

foreman, both of whom, however, were more white than black, and would

pass as white where they were not known. By teaching in this family

she would be socially ostracized by the white people of the country,

and that hers would be a life of seclusion. But if she would accept

and make the sacrifice he would make the liberal offer of fifteen

hundred dollars per annum, she and Octavia to spend three months

anywhere North in each year, the governess to teach her the nine

scholastic months at Octavia's home. The Colonel gave her a

description of Octavia, telling her that she would have an

exceptionally bright and beautiful child to teach. Her board in

Simon's family would cost her nothing, and all her hotel and traveling

expenses would be paid by Colonel R. during each vacation, this

contract to hold good as long as both parties were satisfied. The lady

hesitated quite awhile, thinking it would be too great a sacrifice to

be socially ostracized by her own race. But this was such an

exceptionally good offer, and as she could break the contract after the

first nine months, if she wished, she wrote Colonel R. a letter of

acceptance. She at once made preparations to leave and was soon on her

way South. She found a nice family and a most interesting child. We

will have a good deal to do with the governess, and will call her Miss

Mildred. She began her duties at once, and of course all of Octavia's

studies were primary. Governess and pupil at once fell in love with

each other, which ripened as the years went by. It was clearly a case

of love at first sight. Octavia proved to be an apt scholar, and was

soon ready to go in a higher grade. It was wonderful with what avidity

one so young could grasp, comprehend and commit the lessons given her

by Miss Mildred.

The governess was making splendid progress with her charge, when there

was an occurrence which came near causing her to throw up her contract

and return North.

At this time there were in the Southern States what was known as the

"Ku-Klux-Klan," a secret organization, somewhat similar probably to the

"White Caps." They could have been called "white" also, as they always

had on a mask and long white gown, their horses also being covered with

the same material to escape detection.

This order raided towns and certain sections of the country at night,

but no one ever heard of any damage being done by them except what will

now be related: One dark night there came to Simon's home probably

twenty of these hideous-looking creatures, and called Simon out and

demanded Octavia of him. He wanted to know why, when the leader of

these ghosts told him that Mrs. ----, living in the town of ----,

fifteen miles away, had had her little five-year-old girl Octavia

stolen from her, and must have it; that the present laws of the country

were inadequate to protect the people, and that the "Ku-Klux-Klan" was

a law and order league, and attended to all cases such as child

stealing, wife beaters, hog thieves, etc., and that he, Simon, nor his

family, would not be molested unless they resisted their taking

Octavia. Half a dozen of them dismounted and went into the house,

almost frightening the women and Octavia out of their lives. They took

Octavia out of the house amid the screams of Elsie and Miss Mildred.

Simon was detained outside at the point of a pistol. They mounted, one

taking Octavia in front of him, telling her she could return on the

morrow if she was not the right child. They went off in full gallop

and were soon out of sight. Simon heard them tell his niece that she

could return on the morrow if she was not the right one. He went in to

tell his sister of this and then to get his horse, which he had

recently bought, to follow them. He found Elsie in a convulsion and

Miss Mildred so wrought up with fright that she was not far from it.

Consequently it was out of the question to leave them. He could get no

one else there, every negro being as badly frightened, at the strange,

weird sight they had seen that night. Wishing, hoping, praying that no

harm would befall Octavia, he set about to do what he could for the

grief-stricken and frightened governess and his unconscious sister. By

repeated assurances to Miss Mildred that all would be well with

Octavia, he in a great measure got her quieted. They then went to work

on Elsie, who was unconscious and of course not able to talk. They

worked with her the night through, and as the sun was rising she

regained consciousness, and Simon was endeavoring to assure her of the

safety of Octavia, telling what he heard the leader of the gang tell

her, and that he would get his horse and leave immediately and go for

Octavia, when there was a knock at the door, and on opening it there

stood Octavia, who ran into her mother's arms and was caressed and

kissed again and again by all. Of course their joy and happiness knew

no bounds, especially Elsie, who began alternately to cry and laugh and

couldn't stop. This alarmed them as they did not know what to do.

Octavia had returned, and it seemed that last night's experience with

her would be repeated. However, it soon wore off, and she was well of

the hysterics. "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the

morning." We will let the negro who brought Octavia make explanation

in his own way. Said he to Simon: "Ole Miss axed me to bring dis purty

little gal back to yu. She is bery sorry, 'deed, dat dem 'jutty Klux'

fetched yu little gal tu her; dat she look like her gal sum, but she

ain't de wun. She say akcept her 'poligies, an' she hope Mr. Simon

won't tink ennyways hard ob her." Simon thanked the negro for bringing

Octavia back, and asked him to tell his "Ole Miss" that he didn't blame

her in any way, at the same time putting a ten-dollar gold piece in the

negro's hands. The negro bowed and scraped all over the yard and bade

them adieu.

It leaked out that Henry, Simon's quondam enemy, told some of the clan

that Simon and his sister had a white girl named Octavia which they had

stolen from Mrs. ---- at ----. This lady's stolen daughter was named

Octavia, and the Ku-Klux took it for granted that this was the stolen

child. Henry had told a half truth--the girl at Simon's was named

Octavia and was about five years old, but that she was Mrs. ----'s

child was a willful lie, and he knew it. A half truth is as bad as a

whole lie. Simon threatened vengeance against him. Simon wanted to

prosecute the mob, but could get no evidence as to who a single member

was.

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