HOW SAM CAME THERE
It is more than a year now since last we looked upon the inmates of
Spring Bank, and during that time Kentucky had been the scene of
violence, murder, and bloodshed. The roar of artillery had been heard
upon its hills. Soldiers wearing the Federal uniform had marched up and
down its beaten paths, encamping for a brief season in its capital, and
then departing to other points where their services were needed more.
Morgan, with his fierce band of guerillas, had carried terror, dismay,
and sometimes death, to many a peaceful home; while Harney, too,
disdaining open, honorable warfare, had joined himself, it was said, to
a horde of savage marauders, gathered, some from Texas, some from
Mississippi, and a few from Tennessee; but none, to her credit be it
said, none from Kentucky, save their chief, the Rebel Harney, who
despised and dreaded almost equally by Unionist and Confederates, kept
the country between Louisville and Lexington in a constant state of
excitement.
At Spring Bank, well known as the home of stanch Unionists, nothing as
yet had been harmed, thanks to Alice's courage and vigilance, and the
skill with which she had not only taught herself to handle firearms, but
also taught the negroes, who, instead of running away, as the Wendell
Phillips men of the North seem to believe all negroes will do, only give
them the chance, remained firmly at their post, and nightly took turns
in guarding the house against any attack from the guerillas.
Toward Spring Bank Harney had a peculiar spite, and his threats of
violence had more than once reached the ears of Alice, who wisely kept
them from the nervous, timid Mrs. Worthington. At her instigation, Aunt
Eunice had left her home in the cornfield, and come to Spring Bank, so
that the little garrison numbered four white women, including crazy
Densie, and twelve negro servants.
As the storm grew blacker, it had seemed necessary for Colonel Tiffton
openly to avow his sentiments, and not "sneak between two fires, for
fear of being burned," as Harney wolfishly told him one day, taunting
him with being a "villainous Yankee," and hinting darkly of the
punishment preparing for all such.
The colonel was not cowardly, but as was natural he did lean to the
Confederacy. "Peaceful separation, if possible," was his creed; and
fully believing the South destined to triumph, he took that side at
last, greatly to the delight of his high-spirited Nell, who had been a
Rebel from the first. The inmates of Spring Bank, however, were not
forgotten by the colonel, and regularly each morning he rode over to see
if all were safe, sometimes sending there at night one or two of his own
field hands as body guard to Alice, whose courage and intrepidity in
defending her side of the question he greatly admired.
One night, near the middle of summer, Jake, a burly negro, came earlier
than usual, and seeking Alice, thrust into her hand a note from Colonel
Tiffton. It read as follows:
"DEAR ALICE: I have a suspicion that the villainous scamps, headed
by Harney, mean to steal horses from Spring Bank to-night, hoping
by that means to engage you in a bit of a fight. In short, Harney
was heard to say, 'I'll have every horse from Spring Bank before
to-morrow morning; and if that Yankee miss appears to dispute my
claim, as I trust she will, I'll have her, too;' and then the bully
laid a wager that 'Major Alice,' as he called you, would be his
prisoner in less than forty-eight hours.
"I hope it is not true, but if he does come, please keep quietly in
the house, and let him take every mother's son of a horse. I shall
be around watching, but hanged if it will do to identify myself
with you as I wish to do. They'd shoot me like a dog."
To say that Alice felt no fear would be false. There was a paling of the
cheek and a sinking of the heart as she thought of what the fast-falling
night might bring. But her trust was not in her own strength, and
dismissing Jake from her presence, she bent her face upon the piano lid
and prayed most earnestly to be delivered from the approaching peril, to
know just what to do, and how to act; then summoning the entire
household to the large sitting-room, she explained to them what she had
heard, and asked what they must do.
"Shall we lock ourselves inside the house and let them have the horses,
or shall we try to keep them?"
It took a few minutes for the negroes to recover from their fright, and
when they had done so Claib was the first to speak.
"Please, Miss Ellis, Massa Hugh's last words to me was: 'Mind, boy, you
takes good keer of de hosses.' Massa Hugh sot store by dem. He not stay
quiet in de chimbly corner and let Sudden 'Federacy stole 'em."
"Dem's my theology, Miss Ellis," chimed in Uncle Sam, rising and
standing in the midst of the dark group assembled near the door. "I'se
for savin' de horses."
"An' I'se for shootin' Harney," interrupted the little Mug, her eyes
flashing, and her nostrils dilating as she continued: "I knows it's
wicked, but I hates him, an' I never tole you how I seen him in de woods
one day, an' he axes me 'bout my Miss and Mars'r Hugh--did they writ
often, an' was they kinder sparkin'? I told him none of his bizness, and
cut and run, but he bawl after me and say how't he steal Miss Ellis some
night and make her be his wife. I flung a rock at him, big rock, too,
and cut again. Ugh!"
Mug's face, expressive as it was, only reflected the feelings of the
others and Alice's decision was taken. They would protect Hugh's horses.
But how? That was a perplexing question until Mug suggested that they be
brought into the kitchen, which adjoined the house, and was much larger
than Southern kitchens usually are. It was a novel idea, but seemed the
only feasible one, and was acted upon at once. The kitchen, however,
would not accommodate the dozen noble animals, Claib's special pride,
and so the carpet was taken from the dining-room floor, and before the
clock struck ten every horse was stabled in the house, where they stood
as quietly as if they, too, felt the awe, the expectancy of something
terrible brooding over the household.
It was Alice who managed everything, giving directions where each one of
her subordinates was to stay, and what they were to do in case of an
attack. Every door and window was barricaded, every possible precaution
taken, and then, with an unflinching nerve, Alice stole up the stairs,
and unfastening a trapdoor which led out upon the roof, stood there
behind a huge chimney top, scanning wistfully the darkness of the woods,
waiting, watching for a foe, whose very name was in itself sufficient to
blanch a woman's cheek with fear.
"Oh, what would Hugh say, if he could see me now?" she murmured, a tear
starting to her eye as she thought of the dear soldier afar in the
tented field, and wondered if he had forgotten his love for her, as she
sometimes feared, or why, in his many letters, he never breathed a word
of aught save brotherly affection.
She was his mother's amanuensis, and as she could not follow her
epistles, and see how, ere breaking the seal, Hugh's lips were always
pressed to the place where her fingers had traced his name, she did not
guess how precious they were to him, or how her words of counsel and
sympathy kept him often from temptations, and were molding him so fast
into the truly consistent Christian man she so much wished him to be. He
had in one letter, expressed his surprise that she did not go to Europe,
while she had replied to him: "I never thought of going;" and this was
all the allusion either had made to Irving Stanley since the day that
Hugh left Spring Bank. Gradually, however, the conviction had crept over
Hugh that in his jealousy he acted hastily, that Irving Stanley had sued
for Alice's hand in vain, but he would not seek an explanation yet; he
would do his duty as a soldier, and when that duty was done, he might,
perhaps, be more worthy of Alice's love. He would have had no doubt of
it now could he have seen her that summer night, and known her thoughts
as she stood patiently at her post, now starting with a sudden flutter
of fear, as what she had at first taken for the distant trees seemed to
assume a tangible form; and again laughing at her own weakness, as the
bristling bayonets subsided into sleeping shadows beneath the forest
boughs.
"Miss Ellis, did you hear dat ar?" came in a whisper from the opening of
the roof, and with a suppressed scream Alice recognized Muggins, who had
followed her young mistress, and for the last half hour had been poising
herself, first on one foot and then upon the other, as she stood upon
the topmost narrow stairs, with her woolly head protruding just above
the roof, and her cat-like ears listening for some sound.
"How came you here?" Alice asked, and Mug replied:
"I thinks dis the best place to fire at Mas'r Harney. Mug's gwine to
take aim, fire, bang, so," and the queer child illustrated by holding up
a revolver which she had used more than once under Alice's supervision,
and with which she had armed herself.
Alice could not forbear a smile, but it froze on her lips, as clutching
her dress Mug whispered:
"Dar they comes," pointing at the same time toward the woods where a
band of men was distinctly visible, marching directly upon Spring Bank.
"Will I bang 'em now?" Mug asked, but Alice stopped her with a sign, and
leaning against the chimney, stood watching the advancing foe, who, led
by Harney, made straight for the stables, their suppressed voices
reaching her where she stood, as did their oaths and imprecations when
they found their booty gone.
There was a moment's consultation and then Harney, dismounting, came
into the yard and seemed to be inspecting the dark, silent building,
which gave no sign of life.
"We'll try the cabins first. We'll make the negroes tell where the
horses are," Alice heard him say, but the cabins were as empty as the
stalls, and in some perplexity Harney gave orders for them to see, "if
the old rookery were vacant too."
"Mr. Harney, may I ask why you are here?"
The clear, silvery tones rang out on the still night and startled that
guerilla band almost as much as would a shell dropped suddenly in their
midst. Looking in the direction whence the voice had come they saw the
girlish figure clearly defined upon the housetop, and one, a burly,
brutal Texan, raised his gun, but Harney struck it down, and
involuntarily lifting his cap, replied:
"We are here for horses, Miss Johnson. We know Mr. Worthington keeps the
best in the country, and as we need some, we have come to take
possession, peaceably if possible, forcibly if need be. Can you tell us
where they are?"
"I can," and Alice's voice did not tremble a particle. "They are safely
housed in the kitchen and dining-room and the doors are barred."
"The fair Alice will please unbar them," was Harney's sneering reply, to
which came back the answer: "The horses are not yours; they are Captain
Worthington's, and we will defend them, if need be, with our lives!"
"Gritty, by George! I didn't know as Yankee gals, had such splendid
pluck," muttered one of the men, while Harney continued: "You say 'we.'
May I ask the number of your forces?"
Ere Alice could speak old Sam's voice was heard parleying with the
marauders.
"That's a nigger, shoot him!" growled one, but the white head was
withdrawn from view just in time to escape the ball aimed at it.
There was a rush, now for the kitchen door, a horrid sound of fearful
oaths, mingled with the cries of the negroes, the furious yells of
Rover, whom Lulu had let loose, and the neighing of the frightened
steeds. But amid it all Alice retained her self-possession. She had
descended from her post on the housetop, and persuading Mrs.
Worthington, Aunt Eunice, and Densie to remain quietly in her own room,
joined the negroes below, cheering them by her presence, and by her
apparent fearlessness keeping up their sinking courage.
"We's better gin dem de hosses, Miss Ellis," Claib said, entreatingly,
as blow after blow fell upon the yielding door--"'cause dey's boun' to
hab 'em."
"I'll try argument first with their leader," Alice replied, and ere
Claib suspected her intention she was undoing the fastenings of a side
door, bidding him bolt it after her as soon as she was safely through
it."
"Is Miss Ellis crazy?" shrieked Sam. "Dem men has no 'spect for female
wimmen," and he was forcibly detaining her, when the sharp ring of a
revolver was heard, accompanied by a demoniacal shriek as a tall body
leaped high in the air and then fell, weltering in its blood.
A moment more and a little dusky figure came flying down the stairs, and
hiding itself behind the astonished Alice, sobbed hysterically: "I'se
done it, I has! I'se shooted old Harney!" and Mug, overcome with
excitement, rolled upon the floor like an India rubber ball.
It was true, as Mug had said. Secreted by the huge chimney she had
watched the proceedings below, keeping her eye fixed on him she knew to
be Harney; and, at last, when a favorable opportunity occurred, had sent
the ball which carried death to him and dismay to his adherents, who
crowded around their fallen leader, forgetful now of the prey for which
they had come, and anxious only for flight. Possibly, too, their desire
to be off was augmented by the fact that from the woods came the sound
of voices and the tramp of horses' feet--Colonel Tiffton, who, with a
few of his neighbors, was coming to the rescue of Spring Bank. But their
services were not needed to drive away the foe, for ere they reached the
gate, the yard was free from the invaders, who, bearing their wounded
leader, Harney, in their midst, disappeared behind the hill, one of
them, the brutal Texan, who had raised his gun at Alice, lingering
behind the rest, and looking back to see the result of his infernal
deed. Secretly, when no one knew it, he had kindled a fire at the rear
of the wooden building, which being old and dry caught readily, and
burned like tinder.
Alice was the first to discover it, and "Fire! fire!" was echoed
frantically from one to the other, while all did their best to subdue
it. But their efforts were in vain; nothing could stay its progress, and
when the next morning's sun arose it shone on the blackened, smoking
ruins of Spring Bank, and on the tearful group standing near to what had
been their happy home. The furniture mostly had been saved, and was
scattered about the yard just where it had been deposited. There had
been some parley between the negroes as to which should be left to burn,
the old secretary at the end of the upper hall, or a bureau which stood
in an adjoining and otherwise empty room.
"Massah done keep his papers here. We'll take dis," Claib had said, and
so, assisted by other negroes and Mug, he had carried the old worm-eaten
thing down the stairs, and bearing it across the yard, had dropped it
rather suddenly, for it was wondrously heavy, and the sweat stood in
great drops on the faces of the blacks, as they deposited the load and
turned away so quickly as not to see the rotten bottom splintering to
pieces, or the yellow coin dropping upon the grass.
Making the circuit of the yard in company with Colonel Tiffton, Alice's
eye was caught by the flashing of something beneath the bookcase, and
stooping down she uttered a cry of surprise as she picked up and held to
view a golden guinea. Another, and another, and another--they were thick
as berries on the hills, and in utter amazement she turned to the
equally astonished colonel for an explanation. It cams to him after a
little. That bookcase, with its false bottom and secret drawers, had
been the hiding place of the miserly John Stanley's gold. In his will,
he had spoken of that particularly, bidding Hugh be careful of it, as it
had come to him from his grandfather, and this was the result. What had
been a mystery to the colonel was explained. He knew what John Stanley
had done with all his money, and that Hugh Worthington's poverty was now
a thing of the past.
"I'm glad of it--the boy deserves this streak of luck, if ever a fellow
did," he said, as he made his rapid explanations to Alice, who listened
like one bewildered, while all the time she was gathering up the golden
coin, which kept dropping from the sides and chinks of the bookcase.
There was quite a little fortune, and Alice suggested that it should be
kept a secret for the present from all save Mrs. Worthington, a plan to
which the colonel assented, helping Alice to recover and secrete her
treasure, and then going with her to Mrs. Worthington, who sat weeping
silently over the ruins of her home.
"Poor Hugh, we are beggars now," she moaned, refusing at first to listen
to Alice's attempts at consolation.
They told her at last what they had found, proving their words by
occular demonstration, and proposing to her that the story should go no
further until Hugh had been consulted.
"You'll go home with me, of course," the colonel said, "and then we'll
see what must be done."
This seemed the only feasible arrangement, and the family carriage was
brought around to take the ladies to Mosside--the negroes, whose cabins
had not been burned, staying at Spring-Bank to watch the fire, and see
that it spread no farther. But Alice could not remain in quietness at
Mosside, and early the next morning she rode down to Spring Bank, where
the negroes greeted her with loud cries of welcome, asking her
numberless questions as to what they were to do, and who would go after
"Massah Hugh."
It seemed to be the prevailing opinion that he must come home, and Alice
thought so, too.
"What do you think, Uncle Sam?" she asked, turning to the old man, who
replied:
"I thinks a heap of things, and if Miss Ellis comes dis way where so
many can't be listen in', I tella her my mind."
Alice followed him to a respectable distance from the others, and
sitting down upon a chair standing there, waited for Sam to begin.
Twirling his old straw hat awkwardly for a moment, he stammered out:
"What for did Massah Hugh jine de army?"
"Because he thought it his duty," was Alice's reply, and Sam continued:
"Yes, but dar is anodder reason. 'Scuse me, miss, but I can't keep still
an' see it all agwine wrong. 'Seuse me 'gin, miss, but is you ever gwine
to hev that chap what comed here oncet a sparkin'--Massah Irving, I
means?"
Alice's blue eyes turned inquiringly upon him, as she replied: "Never,
Uncle Sam. I never intended to marry him. Why do you ask?"
"'Cause, miss, when a young gal lets her head lay spang on a fellow's
buzzum, and he a kissin' her, it looks mighty like somethin'. Yes, berry
like;" and in his own way Sam confessed what he had seen more than a
year ago, and told, too, how Hugh had overheard the words of love
breathed by Irving Stanley, imitating, as far as possible, his master's
manner as he turned away, and walked hurriedly down the piazza.
Then he confessed what, in the evening, he had repeated to Hugh, telling
Alice how "poor massah groan, wid face in his hands, and how next day he
went off, never to come back again."
In mute silence, Alice listened to a story which explained much that had
been strange to her before, and as she listened, her resolve was made.
"Sam," she said, when he had finished, "I wish I had known this before.
It might have saved your master much anxiety. I am going North--going to
Snowdon first, and then to Washington, in hopes of finding him."
In a moment Sam was on his knees, begging to go with her.
"Don't leave me, Miss Ellis. Take me 'long. Please take me to Massah
Hugh. I'se quite peart now, and kin look after Miss Ellis a heap."
Alice could not promise till she had talked with Mrs. Worthington, whose
anxiety to go North was even greater than her own. They would be nearer
to Hugh, and by going to Washington would probably see him, she said,
while it seemed that she should by some means be brought near to her
daughter, of whom no tidings had been received as yet. So it was
arranged that Mrs. Worthington, Alice and Densie, together with Lulu and
Sam, should start at once for Snowdon, where Alice would leave a part of
her charge, herself and Mrs. Worthington going on to Washington in hopes
of meeting or hearing directly from Hugh. Aunt Eunice and Mug were to
remain with Colonel Tiffton, who promised to look after the Spring Bank
negroes.
Accordingly, one week after the fire, Alice found herself at the same
station in Lexington where once Hugh Worthington, to her unknown, had
waited for her coming. The morning papers were just out, and securing
one for herself, she entered the car and read the following
announcement:
"DIED, at his country residence, from the effect of a shot received
while dastardly attacking a house belonging to Unionists, Robert
Harney, Esq., aged thirty-three."
With a shudder Alice pointed out the paragraph to Mrs. Worthington, and
laying her head upon her hand prayed silently that there might come a
speedy end to the horrors entailed by the cruel war.