QUONIAM.
The Canadian did not lose one of his adversaries' movements while he was
speaking with them; hence, when the shots ordered by John Davis were
fired, they proved ineffectual; he had rapidly hidden himself behind a
tree, and the bullets whistled harmlessly past his ears.
The slave-dealer was furious at being thus foiled by the hunter; he gave
him the most fearful threats, blasphemed, and stamped his foot in rage.
But threats and imprecations availed but little; unless they swam the
river, which was impracticable, in the face of a man so resolute as the
hunter seemed to be, there were no means of taking any vengeance on
him, or recapturing the slave he had so deliberately taken under his
protection.
While the American racked his brains in vain to find an expedient that
would enable him to gain the advantage, a bullet dashed the rifle he
held in his hand to pieces.
"Accursed dog!" he yelled in his fury, "do you wish to assassinate me?"
"I should have a right to do so," the Canadian replied, "for I am only
defending myself fairly, after your attempt to kill me; but I prefer
dealing amicably with you, although I feel convinced I should be doing a
great service to humanity by lodging a couple of slugs in your brain."
And a second bullet at this moment smashed the rifle one of the servants
was reloading.
"Come, enough of this," the American shouted, greatly exasperated; "what
do you want?"
"I told you--treat amicably with you."
"But on what conditions? Tell me them at least."
"In a moment."
The rifle of the second servant was broken like that of the first: of
the five men, three were now disarmed.
"Curses," the slave-dealer howled; "have you resolved to make a target
of us in turn?"
"No, I only wish to equalise chances."
"But--"
"It is done now."
The fourth rifle was broken.
"And now," the Canadian said, as he showed himself "suppose we have a
talk."
And, leaving his shelter, he walked to the river bank.
"Yes, talk, demon," the American shouted.
With a movement swift as thought, he seized the last rifle, and
shouldered it; but, ere he could pull the trigger, he rolled on the
platform, uttering a cry of pain.
The hunter's bullet had broken his arm.
"Wait for me, I am coming," the Canadian continued with perfect
calmness.
He reloaded his rifle, leaped into the canoe, and with a few strokes of
his paddle, found himself on the other side of the river.
"There," he said as he landed and walked up to the American, who was
writhing like a serpent on the platform, howling and blaspheming; "I
warned you: I only wished to equalise the chances, and you have no right
to complain of what has happened to you, my dear sir: the fault rests
entirely with yourself."
"Seize him! kill him!" the wretch shouted, a prey to indescribable fury.
"Come, come, calm yourself. Good gracious, you have only a broken arm,
after all; remember, I could have easily killed you, had I pleased. Hang
it, you are not reasonable."
"Oh! I will kill him," he yelled, as he gnashed his teeth.
"I hardly think so, at least not for the present; I will say nothing
about by and by. But let that be: I will examine your wound, and dress
it while we talk."
"Do not touch me! Do not come near me, or I know not to what extremities
I may proceed."
The Canadian shrugged his shoulders.
"You must be mad," he said.
Incapable of enduring longer the state of exasperation in which he was,
the dealer, who was also weakened by the loss of blood, made a vain
effort to rise and rush on his foe; bat he fell back and fainted while
muttering a final curse.
The servants stood startled, as much by the unparalleled skill of this
strange man, as by the boldness with which, after disarming them all in
turn, he had crossed the river, in order, as it were, to deliver himself
into their hands; for, if they had no longer their rifles, their knives
and pistols were left them.
"Come, gentlemen," the Canadian said with a frown, "have the goodness to
shake out the priming of your pistols, or, by Heaven! We shall have a
row."
The servants did not at all desire to begin a fight with him; moreover,
the sympathy they felt for their master was not great, while, on the
other hand, the Canadian, owing to the expeditious way in which he had
acted, inspired them with a superstitious fear: hence they obeyed his
orders with a species of eagerness, and even wished to hand him their
knives.
"It is not necessary," he said; "now, let us see about dressing this
worthy gentleman's wound: it would be a pity to deprive society of so
estimable a person, who is one of its brightest ornaments."
He set to work at once, aided by the servants, who executed his orders
with extraordinary rapidity and zeal, for they felt so thoroughly
mastered by him.
Compelled by the mode of life they pass to do without any strange
assistance, the wood-rangers all possess, to a certain extent,
elementary notions of medicine, and especially of surgery, and can, in
case of need, treat a fracture or wound of any nature as well as a
professional man; and that, too, by simple means usually employed with
the greatest success by the Indians.
The hunter proved by the skill and dexterity which he dressed the
slave-dealer's wound, that, if he knew how to inflict wounds, he was
equally clever in curing them.
The servants regarded with heightening admiration this extraordinary
man, who seemed suddenly metamorphosed, and proceeded with a certainty
of glance and lightness of hand which many a surgeon might have envied
him. During the bandaging, the wounded man returned to consciousness,
and opened his eyes, but remained silent; his fury had been calmed, and
his brutal nature subdued by the energetic resistance the Canadian
opposed to him. The first and piercing pain of the wound had been
succeeded, as always happens when the bandaging is properly done, by an
extraordinary feeling of relief: hence, recognising, in spite of
himself, the comfort he had experienced, he had felt his hatred melting
away in a feeling for which he could not yet account, but which now made
him regard his enemy almost with a friendly air.
To render John Davis the justice due to him, we will say that he was
neither better nor worse than any of his fellows who trafficked in human
flesh. Accustomed to the sufferings of slaves, who to him were nothing
but beings deprived of reason, or merchandize in a word, his heart had
gradually grown callous to softer emotions: he only saw in a Negro the
money he had expended, and what he expected to gain by him, and like a
true tradesman, he was very fond of money: a runaway Negro seemed to him
a wretched thing, against whom any means were permissible in order to
prevent a loss.
Still, this man was not insensible to every good feeling; apart from his
trade, he even enjoyed a certain reputation for kindness, and passed for
a gentleman.
"There, that is all right," the Canadian said, as he gave a satisfied
glance at the bandages; "in three weeks there will be nothing to be
seen, if you take care of yourself; for, through a remarkable piece of
good luck, the bone has not been touched, and the ball has only passed
through the fleshy part of the arm. Now, my good friend, if you like to
talk, I am ready."
"I have nothing to say, except to ask you to return the scoundrel who is
the cause of the whole mishap."
"Hum! If we go on in that way, I am afraid we shall not come to an
understanding. You know perfectly that the whole quarrel arose about the
surrender of the scoundrel, as you term him."
"Still, I cannot lose my money."
"What money do you mean?"
"Well, my slave, if you prefer it; he represents a sum I do not at all
care to lose; the less so, because things have been going very queerly
with me lately, and I have suffered some heavy losses."
"That is annoying, and I pity you sincerely; still, I should like to
settle the affair amicably as I began," the Canadian continued.
The American made a grimace.
"It is a deuced amicable way you have of settling matters," he said.
"It is your fault, my friend; if we did not come to an immediate
arrangement, it was because you were a little too quick, as you will
allow."
"Well, we will not say any more about that, for what's done cannot be
undone."
"You are right, so let us return to business. Unluckily, I am poor; were
not so, I would give you a few hundred dollars, and all would be
settled."
The dealer scratched his head.
"Listen," he said. "I do not know why, but, in spite of all that has
passed between us, perhaps in consequence of it, I should not like for
us to separate on bad terms; the more so, because, to tell you the
truth, I care very little for Quoniam."
"Who's Quoniam?"
"The nigger."
"Oh, very good, that's a funny name you have given him; however, no
matter, you say you care very little for him?"
"Indeed I do."
"Then why did you begin the obstinate hunt with dogs and guns?"
"Through pride."
"Oh!" the Canadian said, with a start of dissatisfaction.
"Listen to me, I am a slave dealer."
"A very ugly trade, by the way," the hunter observed.
"Perhaps so, but I shall not discuss that point.
"About a month ago, a large sale was announced at Baton Rouge, of slaves
of both sexes, belonging to a rich gentleman who had died suddenly, and
I proceeded there. Among the slaves exposed for sale was Quoniam. The
rascal is young, active, and vigorous; he has a bold and intelligent
look; so he naturally pleased me at the first glance, and I felt
desirous to buy him. I went up and questioned him; and the scamp
answered me word for word as follows, which put me out of countenance
for a moment, I confess.
"'Master, I do not advise you to buy me, for I have sworn to be free or
die; whatever you may do to prevent me, I warn you that I shall escape.
Now you can do as you please.'
"This clear and peremptory declaration piqued me, 'We shall see,' I said
to him, and then went to find the auctioneer. The latter, who was a
friend of mine, dissuaded me from buying Quoniam, giving me reasons,
each better than the other, against doing so. But my mind was made up,
and I stuck to it. Quoniam was knocked down to me for ninety dollars, an
absurd price for a Negro of his age, and built as he is; but no one
would have him at any price. I put irons on him, and took him away, not
to my house, but to the prison, so that I might feel sure he would not
escape. The next day, when I returned to the prison, Quoniam was gone;
he had kept his word.
"At the end of two days he was caught again; the same evening he was off
once more, and it was impossible for me to discover how he had foiled
the plans I had formed to restrain him. This has been going on for a
month; a week ago he escaped again, and since then I have been in search
of him; despairing of being able to keep him, I got into a passion, and
started after him, this time with my blood-hounds, resolved to finish,
once for all, with this accursed Negro, who constantly slips through my
fingers like a lizard."
"That is to say," the Canadian remarked, who had listened with interest
to the dealer's story, "you would not have hesitated to kill him."
"That I should, for the confounded scamp is so crafty; he has so
constantly taken me in, that I have grown to hate him."
"Listen in your turn, Mr. John Davis; I am not rich, but a long way from
it. What do I need gold or silver, as a man of the desert to whom
Heaven supplies daily food so liberally? This Quoniam, who is so eager
for liberty and the open air, inspires me with a lively interest, and I
wish to try and give him that freedom to which he so persistently
aspires. This is what I propose; I have in my canoe three jaguar skins
and twelve beaver skins, which, if sold at any town of the Union, will
be worth from one hundred and fifty to two hundred dollars; take them,
and let all be finished."
The dealer looked at him with a surprise mingled with a certain degree
of kindliness.
"You are wrong," he said, presently; "the bargain you offer is too
advantageous for me, and too little so for you. That is not the way to
do business."
"How does that concern you? I have got it in my head that this man shall
be free."
"You do not know the ungrateful nature of niggers," the other persisted;
"this one will be in no way grateful to you for what you do for him; on
the contrary, on the first opportunity he will probably give you cause
to repent your good action."
"That is possible, but it is his business, for I do not ask gratitude of
him; if he shows it, all the better for him; if not, the Lord's will be
done! I act in accordance with my heart, and my reward is in my
conscience."
"By the Lord, you are a fine fellow, I tell you," the dealer exclaimed,
incapable of restraining himself longer. "It would be all the better if
a fellow could meet with more of your sort. Well, I intend to prove to
you that I am not so bad as you have a right to suppose, after what has
passed between us. I will sign the assignment of Quoniam to you, and I
will only accept in return one tiger skin in remembrance of our
meeting, although," he added, with a grimace, as he pointed to his arm,
"you have already given me another."
"Done," the Canadian exclaimed, eagerly; "but you must take two skins
instead of one, as I intend to ask of you a rifle, an axe, and a knife,
so that the poor devil we now set at liberty (for you are now halves in
my good deed) may provide for his support."
"Be it so," the dealer said, good humouredly; "as the scoundrel insists
on being at liberty, let him be, and he can go to the deuce."
At a sign from his master, one of the servants produced from his game
bag ink, pens, and paper, and drew up on the spot, not a deed of sale,
but a regular ticket of freedom, to which the dealer put his signature,
and which the servants afterwards witnessed.
"On my word," John Davis exclaimed, "it is possible that from a business
point of view I have done a foolish thing, but, you may believe me or
not, as you like, I never yet felt so satisfied with myself."
"That is," the Canadian answered, seriously, "because you have to-day
followed the impulses of your heart."
The Canadian then quitted the platform to go and fetch the skins. A
moment after, he returned with two magnificent jaguar hides, perfectly
intact, which he handed to the dealer. The latter, as was arranged, then
delivered the weapons to him; but a scruple suddenly assailed the
hunter.
"One moment," he said; "if you give me these weapons, how will you
manage to return to town?"
"That need not trouble you," John Davis replied; "I left my horse and
people scarce three leagues from here. Besides, we have our pistols,
which we could use if necessary."
"That is true," the Canadian remarked, "you have therefore nothing to
fear; still, as your wound will not allow you to go so far a-foot, I
will help your servants to prepare you a litter."
And with that skill, of which he had already supplied so many proofs,
the Canadian manufactured, with branches of trees he cut down with his
hatchet, a litter, on which the two tiger skins were laid.
"And now," he said, "good bye; perhaps we shall never meet again. We
part, I trust, on better terms than we came together: remember, there is
no trade, however shameful, which an honest man cannot carry on
honourably; when your heart inspires you to do a good action, do not be
deaf to it, but do it without regret, for God will have spoken to you."
"Thanks," the dealer said, with considerable emotion, "but grant me one
word before we part."
"Say on."
"Tell me your name, so that if any day accident brought us together
again, I might appeal to your recollections, as you could to mine."
"That is true, my name is Tranquil; the wood-rangers, my companions,
have surnamed me the Panther killer."
And, ere the slave dealer had recovered from the astonishment caused by
this sudden revelation of the name of a man whose renown was universal
on the border, the hunter, after giving him a parting wave of the hand,
bounded from the platform, unfastened his canoe, and paddled vigorously
to the other bank.
"Tranquil, the Panther-killer," John Davis muttered when he was alone;
"it was truly my good genius which inspired me to make a friend of that
man."
He lay down on the litter which two of his men raised, and after giving
a parting glance at the Canadian, who at this moment was landing on the
opposite bank, he said:--
"Forward!"
The platform was soon deserted again, the dealer and his men had
disappeared under the covert, and nothing was audible but the gradually
departing growls of the bloodhounds, as they ran on ahead of the little
party.