The sun was just beginning to re-gild the glittering flanks of the Jumbe
Rock, his rays not yet having reached the valley below, when lights
streaming through the jalousied windows of Mount Welcome proclaimed that
the inmates of the mansion were already astir.
Lights shone through the lattices of several distinct windows--one from
the Custos' sleeping room, another from the apartment of Lilly Quasheba,
while a brilliant stream, pouring through the jalousies in front,
betokened that the chandelier was burning in the great hall.
From Smythje's chamber alone came no sign either of light or life. The
windows were dark, the curtains close drawn. Its occupant was asleep.
Yes, though others were stirring around him, the aristocratic Smythje
was still sleeping as soundly and silently as if dead, perhaps dreaming
of the fair "cweeole queetyaws," and his twelve conquests now happily
extended to the desired baker's dozen, by the successful declaration of
yesterday.
Though a light still burned in the sleeping apartment of the Custos, and
also in that of Kate, neither father nor daughter were in their own
rooms. Both were in the great hall, seated by a table, on which, even
at this early hour, breakfast had been spread. It was not the regular
matutinal meal, as certain circumstances showed. Mr Vaughan only was
eating; while Kate appeared to be present merely for the purpose of
pouring out his coffee, and otherwise attending upon him.
The costume in which the Custos appeared differed from his every-day
wear. It was that of a man about to set forth upon a journey--in short,
a travelling costume. A surtout, of strong material, with ample outside
pockets; boots reaching above his knees; a belt, with pistol holsters,
around his waist--a guard against any chance encounter with runaway
negroes; a felt hat, lying on a chair beside him, and a camlet cloak,
hanging over the back of the same chair--all proclaimed the purpose of a
journey, and one about to be entered upon within a few minutes of time.
A pair of large silver spurs buckled over his boots, told also the mode
of travel intended. It was to be on horseback.
This was further manifested by the fact that two horses were at that
moment standing at the bottom of the stone stairs outside, their forms
dimly visible through the blue dawn. Both were saddled, bridled, and
equipped, with a black groom by their side, holding them in hand--
himself in travelling toggery.
Valises, buckled upon the croup, and saddlebags suspended across the
cantle, showed that the travellers were to carry their luggage along
with them.
The object of the intended journey is already known. Mr Vaughan was
about to put into execution a design long delayed--to perform a duty
which he owed to his daughter, and which, if left unaccomplished, would
seriously imperil the prosperity and happiness of her future life. He
was about proceeding to the capital of the Island, to obtain from the
Assembly that special act of grace, which they alone could give; and
which would free his daughter from those degrading disabilities the
Black Code had inflicted upon all of her unfortunate race. Six lines
from the Assembly, with the governors signature attached, though it
might not extinguish the _taint_, nor the _taunt_ of malevolent lips,
would, nevertheless, remove all obstacles to hereditament; and Kate
Vaughan could then become the heiress to her own father's property,
without fear of failure.
To sue for this act and obtain it was the purpose of that journey upon
which Loftus Vaughan was on the eve of setting forth. He had no
apprehension of a failure. Had he been only a book-keeper or small
tradesman, he might have been less sanguine of success; but, Custos of
an important precinct, with scores of friends in the Assembly, he knew
that he would only have to ask and it would be given him.
For all that, he was not setting out in very high spirits. The
unpleasant prospect of having such a long and arduous journey to make
was a source of vexation to him: for the Custos liked an easy life, and
hated the fatigue of travel.
But there was something besides that dispirited him. For some days past
he had found his health giving way. He had lost appetite, and was
rapidly losing flesh. A constant and burning thirst had seized upon
him, which, from morning to night, he was continually trying to quench.
The plantation doctor was puzzled with the symptoms, and his
prescriptions had failed in giving relief. Indeed, so obstinate and
_death-like_ was the disease becoming, that the sufferer would have
given up his intention of going to Spanish Town--at least, till a more
fitting time--but for a hope that, in the capital, some experienced
physician might be found who would comprehend his malady and cure it.
Indulging in this hope, he was determined to set forth at all hazards.
There was still another incubus upon his spirits, and one, perhaps, that
weighed upon them more heavily than aught else. Ever since the death of
Chakra--or rather, since the glimpse he had got of Chakra's ghost--a
sort of supernatural dread had taken possession of the mind of Loftus
Vaughan. Often had he speculated on that fearful phenomenon, and
wondered what it could have been. Had he alone witnessed the
apparition, he might have got over the awe it had occasioned him: for
then could he have attributed it to an illusion of the senses--a mere
freak of his imagination, excited, as it was at the time, by the
spectacle on the Jumbe Rock. But Trusty had seen the ghost, too! and
Trusty's mind was not one of the imaginative kind. Besides, how could
both be deluded by the same fancy, and at the same instant of time?
Turn the thing in his own mind as he might, there was something that
still remained inexplicable--something that caused the heart of the
Custos to tingle with fear every time that he thought of Chakra and his
ghost.
This intermittent awe had oppressed him ever since the day of his visit
to the Jumbe Rock--that day described; for he never went a second time.
Nor yet did he afterwards care to venture alone upon the wooded
mountain. He dreaded a second encounter with that weird apparition.
In time, perhaps, the fear would have died out, and, in fact, was dying
out--the intervals during which it was not felt becoming gradually more
extended. Loftus Vaughan, though he could never have forgotten the
myal-man, nor the terrible incidents of his death, might have ceased to
trouble himself with the oughts about Chakra's ghost, but for a
circumstance that was reported to him on the day that Smythje sank into
the dead-wood.
On the afternoon of that day, as Quashie was making his way homeward
through the forest and over the hills, the darkey declared that, on
passing near a noted spot called the Duppy's Hole, he had "see'd de gose
ob ole Chakra!"
Quashie, on reaching home, announced the fact, with chattering teeth,
and eyes rolling wildly in their sockets; and, though the loutish boy
was only laughed at by his fellow-slaves, the statement made a most
painful impression on the mind of his master--restoring it to the state
of habitual terror that had formerly held possession of it, and from
which it had become only partially relieved.
The circumstance related by Quashie--still fresh in the thoughts of the
Custos--had contributed not a little to increase that feeling of
dejection and discouragement, under which he suffered at the moment of
setting out upon his proposed expedition.
Volume Three, Chapter V.