VI.

Clouds.

Alas for Daph! She was soon to find life was not all sunshine in her

northern home. The lovely May weather, which had been like a pleasant

welcome to the strangers, suddenly vanished, and was succeeded by dark

clouds, pouring rain, and keen easterly winds. Daph was glad to keep

the children wrapped in the bed-clothes, while she racked her ingenuity

to find means of amusing them. Charlie took a wash-basin for a drum,

and the pewter spoon with which he beat it was a constant and patient

sufferer. Louise was not so easily pleased; she began to miss her

mother sorely, and tried poor Daph, by pleading piteously to see her

“own dear mamma.”

Daph had tried to banish from her mind all thoughts of her master and

mistress, for the bare imagination of what they might have suffered

made her wild with distress. She said to herself, “What for Daph go to

tink about tings, jus as likely nebber was at all! Daph makes out de

great Lord could n’t save massa and Miss Elize all hisself, widout Daph

to help him! Foolish darky! She better cheer up, and take care ob de

childen, ’stead o’ jus whimper, whimper, like a sick monkey.”

Daph had to go through a course of consolation, similar to the above,

very frequently, to enable her to maintain her cheerfulness; but the

piteous questionings of the little Louise well-nigh overcame all the

poor negro’s philosophy.

“I’se tell you what it is, Miss Lou,” poor Daph said, desperately, at

last, “I’se jus tell you what it is; de great Lord is a-takin care ob

your mamma, and if you’s a good girl, you’ll jus see her some day, and

if you is not, de great Lord will nebber, nebber bring you together!”

Daph’s manner, as well as her words, had some effect upon Louise, and

she tried to content herself with watching the rain streaming down the

window-panes, and was soon in a sufficiently cheerful mood to march

up and down the room, to the sound of Charlie’s music, greatly to his

satisfaction.

The dreary weather without was not all that Daph had to contend with;

she found she had an enemy within the house, whose attacks it was far

more difficult to meet.

The little woman, whose angry voice had attracted Daph’s attention at

first, kept her humble lodger familiar with its harsh tones. Daph’s

appearance was the signal for a volley of complaints, as to the noise

made by the children, the marks left on the floor by Daph’s feet, as

she returned from the well, the unpleasantness of “seeing other folks

so much at home in one’s own house,” etc., etc.

Daph never had a chance to get any further than, “deed, Miss Ray!” in

her attempts at self-justification, for the opening of her mouth was

sure to produce another tirade on the “impudence of certain people,

that nobody knew anything about.”

The demure-looking little girl was generally a silent spectator of

these attacks, but now and then she was forced to cry out, “O, mother!

don’t!” which protest was generally met by a sharp box of the ear, and

a “take that, Mary, and learn to be quiet!” If Mary Ray had learned

any lesson, it certainly was to be quiet. She rarely spoke, and her

footsteps were almost as noiseless as the fall of the winter snow.

Daph soon found out that Mrs. Ray considered Mary especially guilty, in

having presumed to live, when her brother, a fine healthy boy, had been

snatched away by sudden disease.

The loss of her husband, and consequent poverty, had somewhat soured

Mrs. Ray’s temper, but her last bereavement seemed to have made her

all acidity. She constantly reproached Mary for being a useless girl,

always in her mother’s sight, when the dear boy, on whom she had hoped

to lean, had been taken from her.

Daph’s keen sympathies were soon warmly enlisted for little Mary, who

had really begun to believe she was quite in fault for continuing to

cumber the earth, when nobody wanted her here.

Daph never passed Mary without a cheerful word, and she contrived to

show the child many trifling acts of kindness, which went directly to

her heart.

At one time Daph, with her strong arm, lifted Mary’s heavy pail of

water, at another, she took her pitcher to the milkman in a pouring

rain; and one day, when she could think of no other way of showing

her interest, she secretly bestowed on the little girl one of the few

oranges which still remained of the store brought from the ship.

Mary’s sorrowful face, Mrs. Ray’s harsh voice, the penetrating chill

in the air, and the monotonous life she led in the single room, made

it hard for Daph to bear up cheerfully, and, but for the children, she

would have withdrawn to a corner, and moped all the time. She managed

to keep up her spirits during the day, but when the little ones were

asleep, she had her own sad, wakeful hours. More than a week had

passed in this dreary way. Daph saw her treasured store of money fast

diminishing, under the necessary expenditure for supplying the simple

wants of her little establishment, and she already saw, too plainly,

that the whole party must soon have a new outfit of clothing, or they

would be disgraced by their rags and uncleanliness.

The children were quietly slumbering near her; she had extinguished the

candle, that it might not waste its feeble light, and, with her head on

her hand, she began to consider seriously the situation in which she

found herself. The present was dark enough, but what was she to think

of the gloomy future!

Where should she look for the work she would so willingly do? How

could she leave her little charge, even if that work were found?

A sense of utter helplessness came over the poor negro, and hot tears

poured down her cheeks.

A sudden thought struck her; there was One all-powerful, and to Him she

would go. She fell on her knees, and uttered her first simple prayer:

“Will de great Lord gib poor Daph something for do?”

Overpowered by the effort she had made, and fearful there was something

presuming in a poor creature like herself daring to speak to the being

she so reverenced, Daph sank down on the floor, in a position of silent

humility. A conviction that she had been heard and forgiven for the

boldness of her prayer stole over her, and she stretched herself as

usual on the bare floor, and was soon in a sound sleep.

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