The Search.
As the time for the evening meal was approaching at Judge LeMonde's
mansion, his wife said to him: "I wonder what is keeping Viola so long
today. She told me before starting, she would be home by sundown, and
it surely is time she were back."
The Judge responded: "Do not be alarmed. She may have been kept longer
than she expected at some of the places she visited. The days are very
long now, and the twilight lingers. Besides, there will be moonlight
tonight and if they are delayed they can easily see their way over the
big road by the light of the moon. Mose is a trustworthy fellow and we
know he is a careful driver."
At this time Nora knocked at the door, announcing that supper was
ready. Madam LeMonde was not fully at ease, but went with the rest to
the dining-room. The repast was rather a quiet one, and when it was
finished dusk had fully settled over the valley. The Judge and his wife
went to the piazza and looked down the plantation private way, but
could see no sign of carriage or horses. They together walked to the
large gate which opened on the county road, opening the gate, and went
the short distance to the river road along which the returning carriage
would come. They stood and strained their eyes looking down the
highway, but could discern no vehicle of any kind approaching.
For some time they stood looking and listening, and then returned to
the house. Now they were anxious indeed; and so was their son George
who had been to the barn on some business with one of the hostlers.
Madam LeMonde exclaimed: "What can be keeping them? Surely some
accident or harm has befallen them. Viola would never stay away from
home as late as this unless she had company with her. I am very nervous
and disturbed. What can we do?"
George spoke up and said: "Do not be distressed, mother. If the
carriage does not come in a few minutes, I will get Velox and ride
along the road to meet it and to be of help, if it is needed."
"Do so, my son, for this will help to relieve me of suspense," said his
mother.
They waited until it was quite dark, for the moon had not yet risen,
though it would show itself presently. Then George decided to go at
once. Hurrying to the barn, he saddled and bridled his noble horse and
instantly went along the road, his horse trotting rapidly.
About five miles down the road George met Mose coming in the phaeton,
but Viola was missing. Terribly anxious for the safety of his sister,
the white man asked the slave what had happened.
Mose was still somewhat dizzy from the blow he had received from the
monster dwarf and his fall on the root of the oak, but he told the
story as far as he knew, and added some particulars about himself.
He said he lay for a long time unconscious by the side of the country
road, but at last his senses came back to him. His head pained him very
much, and a great swelling was over his right eye. In the dim light he
saw the horses hitched under the tree.
He tried to rise from the ground, but found it impossible at first.
After making a number of attempts, he managed to get up on his feet and
went to the phaeton reeling like a drunken man. He untied the horses
and almost fell into the seat. He managed, however, to keep the horses
in the road and drove them as best he could till he met "Mas'r George."
George considered whether it were better for him to ride furiously
after the outlaws, or to return to the plantation with Mose. He chose
the latter course, and before a great while they came up the private
way to the mansion.
The Judge and his wife, and indeed the whole household, were anxiously
awaiting them. When the phaeton drove up and no Viola in it, Madam
LeMonde became hysterical and almost fainted. She screamed: "Where is
my daughter? Where is she? What has happened to her? Tell me quickly."
The Judge was compelled to quiet his wife before he could hear the
story of his daughter's abduction.
The group returned into the house. Entering the sitting-room they
discussed what was best to be done. The Judge requested his son George
to ride as fast as possible to the county seat, arouse the sheriff and
ask him to select a posse as soon as he was able, to search for the
missing girl. This George proceeded to do. He rushed to the barn and
mounting a fresh horse set off at all speed on his errand.
Judge LeMonde hastily wrote some notes containing a brief account of
his daughter's seizure and, entrusting them to his most faithful
slaves, instructed them to deliver the notes to those addressed. These
were his most intimate neighbors and friends in the valley. He
requested them to meet him at "Mount Pisgah" early in the morning.
As the Judge could do no more that night he suggested that they retire
to their rooms, and seek rest. This they did, but no sleep came to him
nor to his wife that night. Their thoughts were with the girl:
"Where is she? Have they murdered her? What could be their object in
carrying her away? Was it revenge? How difficult it will be to find
her. But Oh! that morning would come, so that the attempt can be made!"
Thus they beat the walls of darkness with unavailing questions, and
even their prayers were mixed with natural forebodings and fears.
With the first dawn of day Nora, who also had passed a restless night,
awoke the fat cook (for she in spite of sympathy for the family had
slept soundly) and asked her to get coffee and toast as quickly as
possible. This was soon prepared, and the Judge and his wife drank the
stimulant and ate a little toast.
Presently thereafter the neighbors began to arrive. They were greatly
affected by the foul deed, and vowed the direst punishment upon the
outlaws in case they were captured. They offered to the family every
assistance in their power. They spoke comforting words to the afflicted
Judge, who showed the marks of his mental anguish and sleepless night
in his haggard face. They sent their respects to Madam LeMonde, who was
too prostrated to see them at this time.
When all were arrived it was decided to await the coming of the sheriff
and posse when all would go to the spot where Viola was taken, and from
that point scour the wilderness under the sheriff's lead.
The sun was not high in the heavens when the sheriff and a company of
eight determined-looking men rode up to the mansion. No words were
wasted. All were eager to depart. The leader ordered the company and
planters to fall in, and away they went with swift pace toward the
place they sought. Judge LeMonde and George rode with the sheriff.
Mose, nearly recovered from his hurt, was in the company as guide.
They came to the place where the carriage was stopped, and Mose took
time to point to the very spot where his head came in contact with the
root of the oak. They followed the road along which Sam Wiles went with
the struggling Viola in his arms. They turned to the right, and saw the
hoof prints of the horses the marauders had hidden with the wagon in
the brush.
Examining the road carefully (a road very little traveled) they saw
wagon tracks which might have been those made by the wagon in which the
kidnappers sat with their victim.
Suspecting that the men would go first to the cabin of Zibe Turner,
they went to this house, and found the old mother at home. From her
they could get no satisfaction. She denied that she had seen Viola
LeMonde lately. Shaking her bony arm at the Judge and the rest, she
commanded them to begone from her premises.
The searchers, leaving the enclosure, rode a short distance into the
woods and there stopped. They decided to follow the flight as before by
means of the horse hoof and wagon tracks. This they did, but soon the
way became merely a path, and then the path ended in the unmarked
woodland.
All trace of the fugitives was thus lost. The sheriff then divided his
company into parties of two men each, and sent them in different
directions in such a manner as to cover as much ground as possible.
Before dismissing them, he told them to search diligently the ground
traversed, especially the wildest and deepest parts of the hills. They
were to ride their horses when the way permitted, otherwise to go on
foot.
Not one of these men needed urging. They were all fired with a grim
determination to find if possible the place where the beautiful captive
was imprisoned. They took no account of their own personal affairs, of
hunger and fatigue, of the difficulties of travel through the uncleared
forests. The clothing of some became torn with briers and sharp rocks,
their shoes were damaged with stones, fallen limbs, muck and mire.
Their hands were pierced by many thorns, as they pushed their way
through the wilderness.
The first day passed without finding any trace of the missing maiden.
Where was Jasper Very while these thrilling events were taking place?
As we have intimated, he had gone to a distant part of the county to
hold a two days' meeting. All unconscious of the terrible evil that had
fallen upon his betrothed, he was pursuing his Master's work with his
accustomed zeal and success.
Before leaving home to visit her mission school people Viola had
informed her mother of the new and intimate relations existing between
Jasper Very and herself. The mother was much pleased with the
engagement and, woman like, could not keep the news from her husband.
She told him the story. He also was pleased with the information. The
night he sent word to his neighbors of the abduction he wrote a longer
note to Jasper Very, acquainting him of the villainous occurrence. This
message he sent to the preacher by a trustful servant, Joshua.
The servant rode through the night, but did not reach the village till
the middle of the next morning. Horse and man were very much exhausted.
The eight o'clock meeting was just closing and the preaching service
was about to begin, when Joshua rode up to the little meeting-house.
Jasper, looking through the open door, saw Joshua, whom he knew as one
of Judge LeMonde's slaves.
Thinking something was wrong, Jasper hurried from the church and spoke
to the messenger. Joshua gave him the note. As he read its contents, a
heavy groan escaped his lips and he almost fell to the ground. With a
tremendous effort at self-control, but with tears coursing down his
manly cheeks, he said to Joshua: "Man, you and your horse are very
tired. A livery stable is just around the corner. Put up your horse
there, and the owner will tell you where you can get food and rest."
He then went into the church and said: "Friends, I have just received
news which is very urgent, requiring my presence in another part of the
county. I am sorry I cannot preach here this morning, but I must be
excused, and I will ask the Rev. Irby Trynor kindly to take my place."
With these words he hurried from the building, and going to the stable
of his stopping-place, quickly put saddle and bridle on trusty Bob, and
rode like a Jehu in the direction of "Mount Pisgah."
Darkness was settling on the river bottom when Jasper Very came along
the road passing by Judge LeMonde's plantation. Riding to the corner he
turned to the right, went up the county road to the big gate, opened
it, and passed up to the piazza. The Judge and George had returned from
their unsuccessful search a half hour before. The planters had gone
home for the night, promising to renew the hunt next morning. The
sheriff and his men were accommodated at various houses, some stopping
at "Mount Pisgah."
As Jasper dismounted the Judge himself met him. For a moment the two
strong men could find no words to speak. They shook hands together and
looked the sorrow they felt. Then the Judge invited Jasper into the
house, ordering a servant to take Bob to the barn. Jasper was most
anxious to know all the particulars of the case, and the Judge told him
every detail. Their tired, hungry bodies craved some refreshments which
were served to them, and soon they went to their rooms to seek that
rest which the strenuous efforts of the morrow required.
In the quiet of his room Jasper had a great fight with his own heart.
Fierce temptations assailed him. He would have vengeance. If he found
those atrocious men he would kill them, if he could. His feelings found
vent in some of the imprecatory psalms. Such cattle as Wiles and Turner
were not fit to live; they polluted the earth upon which they stood. If
arrested, they should suffer the direst penalties of the law.
But after this paroxysm had spent itself, his feeling became calmer.
Prayer, like a healing balm, came to his aid. He was able to commit
even this trial to the wisdom and help of almighty God.
Thus he found repose in sleep, and in the morning arose with a clear
mind, a refreshed body, and a preparation for the heavy duties of the
day.
That day the search was renewed with the same vigor as yesterday, but
even with the help of Very, who passed through the wilderness like a
tornado, the hiding place of the desperadoes was not discovered.
The searchers returned to their abodes well nigh exhausted and
discouraged. Judge LeMonde requested Jasper Very to pass the night at
"Mount Pisgah," and this the preacher did.
After supper they were sitting on the piazza going over the incidents
of the day, and planning what course they would best take on the
morrow, when one of them, looking in the direction of the big gate, saw
a light shining apparently on one of its posts. He called the attention
of the rest to it. They wondered what it could mean. It could not be a
firefly. It was not the light of a lantern in the hands of some one
walking; the light was too steady. The Judge said to George: "My son,
run down the lane, and see what that light means." George needed no
urging, but at once went with swift pace to the gate. There he beheld a
lighted candle stuck on the top of the right post of the gate. Below
the candle was a piece of paper tied with a string, and the string made
fast to the post.
George brought both candle and paper to the group on the piazza. The
Judge took the paper into the sitting room. On the paper was some
writing done with a sprawling hand. He had some difficulty in
deciphering it, but at last made out its contents. This is how it read:
"judg lemond yer Dater iz wel and in Gud hans. You must gib 1000
dollars in Gold and She wil kum hum put Mony in Holler Tre whar
Riber Bens 4 mile belo bridge-water nex Mundy Eve. If de Man Who
Kums for de Gold gits shot or tuk yer Dater wil dy.
"Sind Po Wite."
Judge LeMonde was some time deciphering the note. When he understood
it, he called the sheriff and the other men into the room, and read
aloud the writing. At once a council was held. The Judge said:
"Evidently the bandits have put the time of payment next Monday evening
to give me opportunity to get the money from the bank. Sheriff, what do
you advise?"
The officer thought deeply for a while, and then answered: "Those are
very desperate and determined men. Their reason for abducting your
daughter is now plain--it was for ransom. Of course, Judge, you do not
put one thousand dollars in the scale against Miss Viola's life. It is
outrageous to think of gratifying the wishes of those scoundrels, but I
am afraid it must be done, if we cannot circumvent them before that
time. We have still tomorrow and Monday to continue the search. Perhaps
we can discover their hiding place in these two days."
Jasper Very said: "We must be more diligent, if possible, than before
in seeking the captive. Tomorrow is the Sabbath, but I feel it my duty
to give up all my church engagements to help find the missing one."
"Tomorrow," added the sheriff, "we will cover new territory in the
forest, and let us hope for success."