DOWN THE RIVER
IT was the next morning that the door of the store-house in which
Jack and his companions were confined was suddenly opened by a white
man. He was a roughly-dressed fellow, with a shaggy beard and with
silver ear-rings in his ears. “Where’s that there boy of Mr. Richard
Parker’s?” said he.
“D’ ye mean me?” said Jack, “I am the only boy here.”
“Why, then, if you are the only boy here, you must be the one,” said
the man with a grin. “Come along with me,” he added, “and be quick
about it.”
“Am I going for good and all?” asked Jack.
“I reckon ye be.”
The other redemptioners had roused themselves somewhat at the coming of
the man and were listening. “Good-by, Jack,” said one of them, as he
was about to go, and the others took up the words: “Good-by—good-by,
Jack.” “Good-by,” said Jack. He shook hands with them all, and then he
and the man went out into the bright sunlight.
His conductor led the way down back of the great house, and past a
clustered group of cabins, in front of which a number of negro children
played like monkeys, half naked and bareheaded, who stopped their
antics and stood in the sun, and watched Jack as he passed, while some
negro women came to the doors and stood also watching him.
“Won’t you tell me where I’m going to be taken?” said Jack, quickening
his steps so as to come up alongside of his conductor.
“You’re going with Mr. Richard Parker,” said the man. “I reckon he’ll
be taking you down to the Roost with him.”
“The Roost?” said Jack, “and where is the Roost?”
“Why, the Roost is Mr. Parker’s house. It’s some thirty or forty mile
down the river.”
As they were speaking they had come out past a group of trees at the
end of the great house, and upon the edge of the slope. From where
they were they looked down to the shore of the river, and upon a large
flat-boat with a great square sail that lay at the landing place, a rod
or so away. There was a pile of bags, and a lot of boxes and bundles of
various sorts lying upon the wharf in the sun. Three or four negro men
were slowly and indolently carrying the bags aboard the flat-boat.
“Are we going down the river in that boat?” asked Jack, as he descended
the slope at the heels of the other.
“Yes,” said the man briefly.
On the bank at the end of the wharf was a square brick building, in the
shade of which stood Mr. Simms and Mr. Parker, the latter smoking a
cigarro. Mr. Simms held in his hand a slip of paper, upon which he kept
the tally of the bags as they were carried aboard. Jack went out along
the wharf, watching the negro men at work, until Mr. Simms called out:
“Get aboard the boat, young man.” Thereupon he stepped into the boat,
climbing over the seats to the bow, where he settled himself easily
upon some bags of meal, and whence he watched the slow loading of the
boat.
At last everything was taken aboard. “We’re all ready now, Mr. Simms,”
called out the man who had brought Jack down from the storehouse.
Mr. Parker and Mr. Simms came down the wharf together. Mr. Parker
stepped aboard the scow, and immediately it was cast loose and pushed
off from the landing.
“Good-by, Mr. Parker, sir,” called Mr. Simms across the widening
stretch of water, and he lifted his hat as he spoke. Mr. Parker nodded
a brief reply. The boat drifted farther and farther away with the
sweeping stream as the negro rowers settled themselves in their places,
and Mr. Simms still stood on the wharf looking after them. Then the
oars creaked in the rowlocks and the head of the boat came slowly
around in the direction intended. Jack, lying upon and amid the meal
bags, looked out astern. Before him were the naked, sinewy backs of
the eight negro oarsmen, and away in the stern sat the white man—he
was the overseer of the North Plantation—and Mr. Parker, who was just
lighting a fresh cigarro. Presently the oars sounded with a ceaseless
chug, chug, in the rowlocks, and then the overseer left the tiller for
a moment and came forward and trimmed the square, brown sail, that now
swelled out smooth and round with the sweep of the wind. The rugged,
wooded shores crept slowly past them, and the now distant wharf and
brick buildings, and the long front of the great house perched upon the
slope, dropped further and further astern. Then the flat-boat crept
around the bend of the river, and house and wharf were shut off by an
intervening point of land.
Jack could not but feel the keen novelty of it all. The sky was warm
and clear. The bright surface of the water, driven by the breeze,
danced and sparkled in the drifting sunlight. It was impossible that
he should not feel a thrill of interest that was like delight in the
newness of everything.
About noon the overseer brought out a hamper-like basket, which he
opened, and from which he took a plentiful supply of food. A couple of
cold roast potatoes, a great lump of Indian-corn bread, and a thick
slice of ham were passed forward to Jack. It seemed to him that he had
never tasted anything so good.
After he had finished his meal he felt very sleepy. He curled himself
down upon the bags in the sunlight, and presently dozed off.
The afternoon sun was slanting when he was aroused by a thumping
and bumping and a stir on board. He opened his eyes, and sat up to
see that the boat had again stopped at a landing-place. It was a
straggling, uneven wharf, at the end of which, upon the shore, was an
open shed. Thence a rough and rugged road ran up the steep bluff bank,
and then turned away into the woody wilderness beyond. A wagon with a
nondescript team of oxen and mules, and half a dozen men, black and
white, were waiting beside the shed at the end of the wharf for the
coming of the flat-boat.
Then followed the unloading of the boat.
Mr. Parker had gone ashore, and Jack could see him and the overseer
talking together and inspecting a small boat that lay pulled up from
the water upon a little strip of sandy beach. Jack himself climbed out
from the boat upon the wharf, where he walked up and down, stretching
himself and watching those at work. Presently he heard some one
calling, “Where’s that young fellow? Hi, you, come here!”
Then Jack saw that they had made ready the smaller boat at which they
had been looking, and had got the sail hoisted upon it; it flapped and
beat in the wind. A little group stood about it, and Jack saw that they
were waiting for him. He ran along the wharf, and jumped down from it
to the little strip of sandy beach. They were in the act of pushing
off the boat when he climbed aboard. As it slid off into the water Mr.
Parker stepped into it. Two men ran splashing through the water and
pushed it off, and as it reached the deeper water, one of them jumped
in over the stern with a dripping splash of his bare feet, catching the
tiller and trimming the sail as he did so, and bringing the bow of the
boat around before the wind. Then there was a gurgling ripple of water
under the bows as the wind filled the sail more strongly, and presently
the wharf and the flat-boat dropped rapidly astern, and once more Jack
was sailing down the river, while wooded shores and high bluff banks,
alternating one another, drifted by, and were dropped away behind.