ISHMAEL IN TANGLEWOOD.
Into a forest far, they thence him led
Where stood the mansion in a pleasant glade,
With great hills round about environèd
And mighty woods which did the valley shade,
And like a stately theater it made,
Spreading itself into a spacious plain,
And in the midst a little river played
Amongst the pumy stones which seemed to 'plain
With gentle murmur that his course they did restrain.
--_Spenser_.
The next morning Ishmael Worth went down to the shore, carrying' a
spy-glass to look out for the "Canvas Back." There was no certainty
about the passing of these sailing packets; a dead calm or a head wind
might delay them for days and even weeks; but on this occasion there was
no disappointment and no delay, the wind had been fair and the little
schooner was seen flying before it up the river. Ishmael seated himself
upon the shore and drew a book from his pocket to study while he waited
for the arrival of the schooner. In less than an hour she dropped anchor
opposite the landing, and sent off a large boat laden with boxes, and
rowed by four stout seamen. As they reached the sands Ishmael blew a
horn to warn Reuben Gray of their arrival.
Three or four times the boat went back and forth between the schooner
and the shore, each time bringing a heavy load. By the time the last
load was brought and deposited upon the beach, Reuben Gray arrived at
the spot with his team. The sailors received a small gratuity from Gray
and returned to the schooner, which immediately raised anchor and
continued her way up the river.
Ishmael, Reuben, and Sam, the teamster, loaded the wagon with the boxes
and set out for Tanglewood, Sam driving the team, Ishmael and Reuben
walking beside it.
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
passed 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 grass-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 passed, 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, Marse Gray," spoke up Sam; "last time I trimmed away the
branches from the sides of this here road, ole marse 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 niggers 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 marse 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 noble old hall, with its walls hung with family pictures and
rusty arms and trophies of the chase; with doors opening on each side
into spacious 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."
"Thank you, Uncle Reuben, I will not keep you waiting," replied the
youth.
Gray and his assistant departed, and Ishmael was left alone with the
wealth of books around him.