At serene peace with the Lord, April was sent one dusk, the reddish
tints of a Barbadian twilight spreading a lovely fervor over the land,
into a spasm of alarm.
"Hey, Miss Emptage--"
A high-pitched neighbor's voice rose above the music of the wind
humming over the cane piece.
"Wha'm is, negh?"
"Zink Diggs tek up yo' goat."
"Pig!"
"Go quick befo' she chop awf she head."
"Run, mahmie--"
Chasing through the corn April went to the end of the boundary line,
just in time to see Zink Diggs tethering the goat. She was singing and
an air of joyous conquest was about her.
"Giv' me my goat," said April.
"Come an' tek she," said the other, pointing the reins at her. "Come
an' tek she, ni, if yo' t'ink yo' is de uman Oi is dam well sure yo'
ent."
"Always jookin' yo' han' in yo' matty saucepan," cried April.
"Wha' dah yo' say?" she cried, bewildered.
"Gypsy t'ing!"
"Wha' dah yo' say!" she cried, enraged. "Why yo' don't talk plain so
dat a body can understan' yo'? Why yo' ha' fi' fall back 'pon dah
gibberish unna tahlk dey whe' unna come from."
"Giv' me my goat," said April, "dat is ahl ah ax yo'."
"Dey she is," repeated Zink Diggs, pointing to Zenona. "Go tek she,
ni!" But the goat was safely on Zink Diggs' ground.
April made a step to cross it.
"If yo' put a foot 'pon my sorrel I'll brek um fo' yo'," she murmured,
vengefully.
"How much yo' wan' fo' de goat?" asked April at last.
"A shillin', an' yo' bettah be bleddy well quick 'bout it befo' ah
carry de starved-out t'ing 'ome an' mek currie outa she."
"Teefin' vagybon' yo'," said April, water seeping into her eyes.
"Call me all de bad name yo' lik', but yo' ent gwine get dis goat back
to-night till yo' fork up dat shillin'. Dey'll have to jump ovah my
grave befo' dey'll get yo' hungry goat fuss."
She turned to one of the children. "Go in de lardah, Mirrie, an' reach
up 'pon de ledge an' bring de dah shillin' Bay Rum giv' me yestiddy fo'
de eggs." She sighed, for it was her last one.
The child sped through the bush--spindling legs leaving the brown
earth--and in a jiffy was back with the piece of silver bright in her
dirt-black palm.
"Hey," said April, taking it and leaning over the ripening sorrel,
"hey, tek yo' old shillin' an' giv' me my goat."
Zink Diggs grew hysterical at her approach. "Don't come near mah," she
said, her eyes rolling wildly. "Stan' whey yo' dey an' put de shillin'
'pon de groun'! Don' come near muh! An' tek yo' ole hungry goat along."
April took the goat and dropped the shilling on the ground.
"Yo' t'ink Oi gwine tek any'ting out o' yo' nasty hand'?" she said.
"Yo' put um 'pon de ground." But before she picked it up she went in
her bosom and drew out a little salt sack. She sprinkled two or three
pinches of it on the coin before she picked it up.
* * * * *
The sun came out again. The crops bristled, the birds were singing.
Triangles of birds, blackbirds and peewits, swarmed to the fragrant
fruit, gave music to the wind. Hummingbirds--doctor birds--buzzed at
the mouths of alluring red flowers.
April, a calico bag swung around her waist, picking the pigeon peas
planted on the hedge facing Zink Diggs' land, sang hosannahs to the
Lord....