That day the embargo was taken off, and one by one the settlers began to
return to their homes, those whose houses were standing sharing them
with the unfortunates whose places had been burned, so that at night the
camp wore a peculiarly silent and solemn aspect, one which, depressed as
I felt by Hannibal's state, seemed strange indeed.
A certain number of men stayed in the enclosure, and there were ten
wounded in our temporary hospital; but the doctor set others of those
who had crowded the place free.
One thing struck me directly, and that was the change in Pomp, who could
hardly be persuaded to leave his father's side, but sat holding his
hand, or else nestled down beside him, with his black curly head just
touching the great black's arm, and gently raising it whenever I went to
the tent.
I can recall it all very vividly as I now write these my recollections
of the early incidents in my life, and how in the days which followed I
gradually found that Hannibal fully justified the doctor's words about
his fine healthy state; for after the first few days, during which his
life seemed to be on the balance, he rapidly began to mend, and his
being out of danger was the signal for a change.
My father had been talking about it for quite a month, but our friends
at the settlement persuaded him to stay in the quarters that had been
rigged up for us, and nothing could have been kinder than the treatment
we received.
It was always pointed out by the settlers that at any time the Indians
might return, and a fresh expedition be on foot from Florida, though
this was looked upon as of little consequence, every one feeling that if
the block-house were rebuilt, and the enclosure strengthened, we could
laugh any Spanish attack to scorn.
With this in view, and with an eye to the attack of the Indians, very
little was done in the way of rebuilding houses and cottages, but the
whole strength of the settlement was devoted to the rebuilding of our
little fort, and the strengthening of the stockade; and so much energy
was thrown into the work by the little white and black population that a
stronger building was erected, and left to be finished off afterwards.
I remember well standing with Morgan one day, and seeing the
powder-kegs, which had for safety been buried under a heap of sand,
disinterred and borne into the new cellar-magazine prepared for them
early in the making of the block-house.
Nothing was said for some time, but all at once, as our eyes
encountered, Morgan exclaimed--
"There, it's of no use for you to keep looking at me like that, Master
George; I know what you are thinking about."
"Do you?"
"Yes, I just do; and I teclare to cootness, I feel as if it would have
been right. The only thing against it that I can see is, that I was
rather in too great a hurry."
"But it was utter madness," I said, with a shudder.
"Ah, you say so now, sir, because help came, and we were saved; but how
would it have been if the Indians had got the mastery, as they nearly
did? There is nothing that they stop at in the way of torture and
murder, and it would have been a blessing for an end to have been made
of us all at once."
"Well," I said, "don't talk about it. Let's be thankful we were saved."
"Oh, I won't say another word, sir, and I wouldn't have spoken now, only
you're always looking at me in an aggravating manner."
"Ah, well, Morgan," I replied; "the powder's being put out of sight now,
and I will not think about it any more."
"Yes, sir," he said, as a man lifted a keg; "and if I had my way in the
world, it should never be brought out again."
"And suppose the Indians came?"
"Didn't I say if I could have my own way in the world, sir? If I did
the Indians wouldn't come, nor the Spaniards neither--you said it was
Spaniards didn't you? I always thought it was Spaniels."
"Yes; Spaniards. And suppose they come?"
"Bah! Who cares for them? Why, I'd send them flying with a regiment of
men armed with spades, and strict orders given only to use the flat
side."
I burst out laughing, for somehow everything seemed bright and happy
once more, and in the midst of my mirth a quick, eager voice exclaimed--
"What Mass' George laugh upon? Tell Pomp. Pomp want laugh too."
I told him, and as he could not appreciate the comicality of Morgan's
remark, he looked sulky and full of doubt for a few moments, but showed
his white teeth directly after.
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It did not seem long after that the four largest boats of the settlement
were loaded deep down with timbers and planks, to supplement those which
lay just under the trees by the rattlesnake clearing, and now well
seasoned and dry. Many of them had been carried here and there during
the flood, but being ready cut down when the clearing was made, they
were hunted up at the first thought of the return to build up our house,
and dragged out of spots where they had been overgrown with the
rapidly-sprung-up verdure.
Expeditions had been sent out several times toward the Indians' country,
but as no signs of the savages were seen, our confidence rapidly
increased, and some of my happiest hours were passed with Pomp, hunting
out these logs and planks, and marking the spots with a blaze from an
axe on the nearest tree.
Then a strong party came over from the settlement on the day the boats
were despatched, travelled across rapidly, knocked up a shed of the
planks and newly-sawn-up boards unloaded at our landing-place from the
boats, and I honestly believe the two happiest people there that day
among the strange party of blacks, who carried the wood along the forest
path, were Pomp and Hannibal, who, though far from strong, insisted upon
his being well enough to help.
So many willing bands were there who came over in a couple of boats
morning by morning, that with the help of the blacks camped in the rough
shed, a fortnight had not passed before the nucleus of our home was up,
sufficient for shelter, the finishing and improvements being left to
come by degrees.
I believe that the sight of our home slowly rising from the ruins did
more to give my father back his strength than anything done by the
doctor, but perhaps that is ungrateful. But be that as it may, it was a
pleasure to see him.
"Only look at the captain," Morgan said to me one morning, two days
after our friends had gone back. "Don't he look lovely again, sir?"
"Well, I don't know about lovely. I thought that about Sarah."
"Now, don't you make fun," said Morgan, giving a heap of wood ashes a
tap with his spade, to make it lie close in his rough barrow, whose
wheel was a section sawn off the end of a very round-trunked pine, and
tired by nailing on the iron hooping from a cask.
"Don't you send that ash flying and smothering me," I cried, as Pomp,
who was helping load and wheel the heap to the garden, began to sneeze
violently.
"Then you shouldn't make fun of a woman, sir, because she's plain."
"I didn't," I said, stoutly. "I meant lovely and well. And if you say
your wife's plain again, I'll go and tell her so. She's the dearest old
motherly body that ever lived."
Morgan drove his spade down into the earth, took my hand, and shook it
solemnly, Pomp, who had ceased sneezing, looking on wonderingly the
while.
"Thankye, Master George, thankye, sir; so she is--so she is."
Pomp came forward and held out his hand.
"Well, what now?" growled Morgan.
"Tought Mass' Morgan want shake hand," said the boy.
"Get out with you, sir. Wheel that barrow right on to the bed next to
the last load."
Pomp seized the handles, went off with the barrow, caught the edge
against the stump of a tree, one of the many not yet grubbed up, upset
the ashes, and bounded off into the forest, to stand watching us from
behind a tree, as if in dread of punishment; but seeing me roaring with
laughter, he came cautiously back, grinning as if it was after all an
excellent joke.
"There, shovel it up again, boy," said Morgan, good-temperedly; "it was
an accident."
"Iss, Mass' Morgan, all um axden," cried the boy, working away.
"One can't be very cross with him, Master George; he's such a happy
young dog, and somehow, after all the trouble, I feel too happy, and so
does Sarah; and to see her smile, sir, at getting a bit of a shelf put
up in her new kitchen, and to hear her talk about the things the captain
sent for from England--Lor', sir, it would do you good."
"Lubbly 'tuff!" cried Pomp, as he scraped up the fallen wood ashes.
"What's lovely stuff?" I said.
"All dat, Mass' George. Mass' Morgan say make um rings grow, and wish
dah twenty times as much."
"Ah, that I do," cried Morgan. "Wish I had--"
"Mass' Morgan like Injum come burn down house 'gain make more?"
"No, you stupid little nigger," cried Morgan; "of course not."
_Flop_! Down went the spade, and Pomp began to stalk away sulkily,
working his toes about--a way he had of showing his annoyance.
"Hi! Stop!" I cried; "where are you going?"
"Pomp go jump in um ribber, and let de ole 'gator eat um."
"Nonsense! What for?"
"Mass' Morgan call um 'tupid lil nigger. Allus call um 'tupid lil
nigger, and hurt Pomp all over."
"No, no; come along. Morgan didn't mean it."
"Eh? You no mean it, Mass' Morgan?" cried the boy, eagerly.
"No, of course not. You're the cleverest boy I ever knew."
"Dah, Mass' George, hear dat. Now see Pomp wheel dat barrow, and neber
spill lil bit ob ashums, and nex' time he go over oder place, he bring
um pockets full for Mass' Morgan garden."
"He's a rum un, sir," said Morgan, "but somehow I like him. Rather like
to paint him white, though. Lor', Master George, what a treat it is to
be getting down the weeds again. Look at old Han, how he is giving it
to 'em. I'm 'bliged to check him a bit though, sometimes; he aren't
quite strong yet. Here's the captain."
"Well, Morgan," said my father, as he came up, "how soon do you think we
might plant a few creepers about the house? The finishing and glazing
need not interfere with them."
"Oh, we can't put in any more, sir."
"What? Why not? I particularly want two of those wild vines to be put
in."
"Did put 'em in before you come out this morning, sir, and the 'suckle
and passion-flowers too. They'll be up a-top of the roof before we know
where we are."
My father looked pleased, and turned to examine the young plants that
had been set.
"Does me good, Master George, to see the captain coming round as he is.
Quite takes to the garden again. But dear, dear! It's in a melancholy
state."
"Nonsense!" I cried; "why, it's wonderful how well it looks."
"Wonderful? Well, sir, I wouldn't have thought you could talk in that
way of such a wilderness. Why, even old Han there, in his broken
English savage way, said he was ashamed of it."
"Oh, well, I'm not," I said. "It's glorious to be able to get back once
more to the dear old place. I say, though, you don't want Pomp any
longer?"
"Ah, but I do, sir. Why?"
"I want to row up and have a bit of fishing. It does seem so long since
I've had a turn."
"Eh? Who said go fis?" cried Pomp, sharply. "Mass' George go fish?
Catch terrapum, and take de gun?"
"Morgan says he can't spare you."
"Oh!" exclaimed Pomp; but Morgan smiled one of his curious dry smiles,
as he took off his hat and pointed with the corner.
"Just you go to the far end of the shed, Pomp, and you'll find in the
damp place an old pot with a lot of bait in it as I put ready. On'y
mind this, it's not to be all games."
"What do you mean?" I said, for Pomp had rushed off to get the bait.
"Bring us a bit o' fish. Be quite a treat."
Half an hour after Pomp and I were pulling up the river close in beneath
the over-spreading boughs, ready to shout for joy as the golden sunbeams
came down through the leaves and formed a lace-work of glory on the
smooth deep water. Every now and then there was a familiar rustle and a
splash, a flapping of wings, and a harsh cry as a heron or stork rose
from his fishing-ground; then some great hawk hovered over the stream,
or we caught sight of the yellow and orange of the orioles.
Pomp was for rowing on and up to a favourite spot where there was a
special haunt of the fish, where the stream curved round and formed a
deep pool. But I felt as if I must stop again and again to let the boat
drift, and watch humming-birds, or brightly-painted butterflies and
beetles, flitting here and there, so that it was quite a couple of hours
before we reached the spot, and suddenly turned the curve of the river
into the eddy.
As we did so silently I turned to look, and sat there petrified for a
few moments, before I softly laid my hand on Pomp's arm. He turned
round sharply and saw what I did--a party of six Indians on the opposite
bank.
Before either of us could dip oar again we were seen; there was a deep,
low exclamation, and the party turned and plunged into the forest and
were gone.
With one sweep of my oar I sent the boat round into the stream, and we
rowed back as rapidly as we could, expecting to hear arrows whizzing by
us every moment. But we reached the landing-place in safety, secured
the boat, and ran to the newly-erected house to give the alarm. I saw
my father's brow contract with agony, but he was prompt in his measures.
"We will face them here," he said, "if they come." And, summoning in
Morgan and Hannibal, the door and windows were barricaded, the weapons
loaded, and we waited for the attack.
But we waited in vain. The severe lesson dealt to the Indians by our
people and the Spaniards had had its result, and though I had not
understood it then, the savages were more frightened of us than we of
them; and the very next day, while we were still expecting attack,
Colonel Preston came over from the settlement in company with the
doctor, who wished to see his three patients once again, while the
former announced a visit from some of the chiefs to make peace with our
people, and to ask permission to trade.
That was the last alarm we had from the Indians, who would often come
afterwards to barter skins, and some of their basket-work, with venison
and fish, for knives and tobacco. And in the course of time my father
and I had them for guides in many a pleasant hunting expedition, and for
allies against the Spaniards, when they resumed their pretensions to the
country, and carried on a feeble, desultory warfare, which kept the
settlement always on the alert, but never once disturbed us, for our
home lay quite out of their track and beyond them, when they came up the
river upon one of their expeditions.
At such times my father always answered the call to arms; and as time
went on, in addition to Morgan and the black, he had two great strapping
fellows in Pomp and me--both young and loose-jointed, but able hands
with a firelock.
Such calls were exciting; but after two or three, so little damage was
done, that they ceased to cause us much anxiety; and after a bold
attempt or two at retaliation, in which the war was carried right into
the Spaniards' own land, and away up to their Floridan fort, matters
gradually settled down.
For our settlement had prospered and increased, the broad savannahs grew
year by year into highly-cultivated cotton land; the sugar-cane
nourished; coffee was grown; and as the plantations spread, the little
settlement gradually developed into a town and fort, to which big ships
came with merchandise from the old country, and took back the produce of
our fields. Then as the town increased, and the forest disappeared in
the course of years, we found ourselves in a position to laugh at the
pretensions of the Spaniards.
But over all that there seems to hang a mist, and I recall but little of
the troubles of those later days. It is of the early I write--of the
times when all was new and fresh; and I have only to close my eyes to
see again our old home surrounded by forest, that was always trying to
reclaim the portions my father had won; but the skirmishers of Nature
gained nothing, and a pleasant truce ensued. For my father was too
wealthy to need to turn his land into plantations and trouble himself
about the produce; he loved to keep it all as he had made it at first,
save that now and again pleasant little additions were made, and the
comforts of civilisation were not forgotten.
But as time went on, and I grew up, my pleasant life there had to come
to an end, and I was obliged to go out into the world as became a man.
It was my great delight though as the years rolled on to get down south
for a month's stay at the old place, and with Hannibal and Pomp for
companions, and an Indian or two for guides, to penetrate the wilds for
days and days together, boating, fishing, shooting, and studying the
glories of the wondrous water-ways of the forest and swamps.
Such trips seemed always fresh, and when I returned there was the
delightful old home in which my father had elected to end his days; and
I picture one of those scenes outside the embowered house with its broad
veranda, and the pretty cottages a couple of hundred yards away beyond
the noble garden, Morgan's pride. The home was simple still, for my
father did not increase his establishment, save that a couple of young
black girls elected to come from the settlement to place themselves
under old Sarah's management.
I should not have mentioned this but for one little incident which took
place two years after.
I had been in England for a long stay, and at the termination of my
visit I had taken passage, landed at the settlement, made a hasty call
on two old friends, and then walked across to my father's, where, after
my warm welcome from within doors, including a kiss from our Sarah for
the great swarthy man she always would call "My dear boy," I went out to
have my hand crunched by grey-headed old Morgan, and to grasp old
Hannibal's broad palm as well.
"Why, where's Pomp?" I said.
"Him heah, Mass' George," was shouted from the direction of one of the
cottages. "I come, sah, but she juss like 'tupid lil nigger. Come
'long, will you; Mass' George won't eat you."
I opened my eyes a little as I recognised in the smart, pleasant-looking
black girl by his side, Salome, one of the maids I had seen at the
cottage before I sailed for Europe.
"Why, Pomp," I said, laughing, "what does this mean?"
"Dab juss what I tell her, Mass' George," he cried. "I know you be
quite please, on'y she all ashame and foolis like."
"But, Pomp, my good fellow, you don't mean--"
"Oh yes, I do, Mass' George; and I know you be dreffle glad--dat my
wife."
Yes; I can picture it all--that old plantation life started by
brave-enduring Englishmen, who were ready to face stern dangers, and
determined to hold their own--picture it all more vividly than perhaps I
have done for you; but as far as in me lay, I have tried to place before
you who read the incidents of a boy's life in those distant days; and if
I have been somewhat prosy at times, and made much of trifles, which
were serious matters to us, forgive my shortcomings as I lay down my
pen.