My sister kept her word. I saw no more of her for that day, nor until
noon of the next. Then she came forth from her chamber in full riding
costume, ordered White Fox to be saddled, and mounting, rode off alone.
I felt that I had no power over this capricious spirit. It was idle to
attempt controlling it. She was beyond the dictation of fraternal
authority--her own mistress--and evidently determined upon having her
will and her way.
After the conversation of yesterday, I felt no inclination to interfere
again. She was acquainted with my secret; and knowing this, any counsel
from me would come with an ill grace, and be as ill received. I
resolved, therefore, to withhold it, till some crisis should arrive that
would render it more impressive.
For several days this coolness continued between us--at which my mother
often wondered, but of which she received no explanation. Indeed, I
fancied that even _her_ affection towards me was not so tender as it
used to be. Perhaps I was wronging her. She was a little angry with me
about the duel with Ringgold, the first intelligence of which had
gravely affected her. On my return I had received her reproaches, for
it was believed that I alone was to blame in bringing the affair about.
"Why had I acted so rudely towards Arens Ringgold? And all about
nothing? A trumpery Indian belle? What mattered it to me what may have
been said about the girl? Likely what was said was nothing more than
the truth. I should have behaved with more prudence."
I perceived that my mother had been informed upon most of the material
points connected with the affair. Of one, however, she was ignorant:
she knew not who the "trumpery Indian belle" was--she had not heard the
name of Maumee. Knowing her to be ignorant of this, I listened with
more calmness to the aspersive remarks.
For all that, I was somewhat excited by her reproaches, and several
times upon the point of declaring to her the true cause why I had called
Ringgold to an account. For certain reasons I forbore. My mother would
not have believed me.
As for Ringgold himself, I ascertained that a great change in his
fortunes had lately taken place. His father was dead--had died in a fit
of passion, whilst in the act of chastising one of his slaves. A
blood-vessel had burst, and he had fallen, as if by a judgment of God.
Arens, the only son, was now master of his vast, ill-gotten wealth--a
plantation with some three hundred slaves upon it; and it was said that
this had only made him more avaricious than ever.
His aim was--as it had been that of the older Ringgold--to become owner
of everybody and everything around him--a grand money-despot. The son
was a fit successor to the father.
He had played the invalid for a while--carrying his arm in a sling--and,
as people said, not a little vain of having been engaged in a duel.
Those who understood how that affair had terminated, thought he had
little reason to be proud of it.
It seemed the hostility between him and myself had brought about no
change in his relations with our family. I learned that he had been a
constant visitor at the house; and the world still believed him the
accepted suitor of Virginia. Moreover, since his late accession to
wealth and power, he had grown more than ever a favourite with my
ambitious mother. I learned all this with regret.
The old home appeared to have undergone a change. There was not the
same warmth of affection as of yore. I missed my kind, noble father.
My mother at times appeared cold and distant, as if she believed me
undutiful. My uncle was her brother, and like her in everything; even
my fond sister seemed for the moment estranged.
I began to feel as a stranger in my own house, and, feeling so, stayed
but little at home. Most of the day was I abroad, with Gallagher as my
companion. Of course, my friend remained our guest during our stay on
the Suwanee.
Our time was occupied partly with the duties upon which we had been
commanded, and partly in following the amusement of the chase. Of
deer-hunting and fox running we had an abundance; but I did not enjoy it
as formerly; neither did my companion--ardent sportsman though he was--
seem to take the delight in it which he had anticipated.
Our military duties were by no means of an arduous nature, and were
usually over before noon. Our orders had been, not so much to recruit
volunteers as to superintend the organisation of those already raised;
and "muster them into service." A corps had already advanced some
length towards formation, having elected its own officers and enrolled
most of its rank and file. Our part was to inspect, instruct, and
govern them.
The little church, near the centre of the settlement, was the
head-quarters of the corps; and there the drill was daily carried on.
The men were mostly of the poorer class of white settlers--small renting
planters--and squatters who dwelt along the swamp-edges, and who managed
to eke out a precarious subsistence partly by the use of their axes, and
partly from the product of their rifles. The old hunter Hickman was
among the number; and what did not much surprise me, I found the
worthies Spence and Williams enrolled in the corps. Upon these scamps I
was determined to keep a watchful eye, and hold them at a wary distance.
Many of the privates were men of a higher class--for the common danger
had called all kinds into the field.
The officers were usually planters of wealth and influence; though there
were some who, from the democratic influence of elections, were but ill
qualified to wear epaulettes.
Many of these gentlemen bore far higher official titles than either
Gallagher or myself. Colonels and majors appeared to be almost as
numerous as privates. But for all this, they did not demur to our
exercising authority over them. In actual war-time, it is not uncommon
for a lieutenant of the "line," or the lowest subaltern of the regular
army, to be placed in command of a full colonel of militia or
volunteers!
Here and there was an odd character, who, perhaps, in earlier life had
"broken down" at West Point, or had gone through a month of campaigning
service in the Greek wars, under "Old Hickory." These, fancying
themselves _au fait_ in the military art, were not so pleasant to deal
with; and at times it required all Gallagher's determined firmness to
convince them that _he_ was commander-in-chief upon the Suwanee.
My friend's reputation as a "fire eater," which had preceded him, had as
much weight in confirming his authority as the commission which he
brought with him from "head-quarters."
Upon the whole, we got along smoothly enough with these gentlemen--most
of whom seemed desirous of learning their duty, and submitted to our
instructions with cheerfulness.
There was no lack of champagne, brandy, and cigars. The neighbouring
planters were hospitable; and had my friend or myself been inclined
towards dissipation, we could not have been established in better
quarters for indulging the propensity.
To this, however, neither of us gave way; and our moderation no doubt
caused us to be held in higher esteem, even among the hard drinkers by
whom we were surrounded.
Our new life was by no means disagreeable; and but for the
unpleasantness that had arisen at home, I could have felt for the time
contented and happy.
At home--at home--there was the canker: it appeared no longer a home.