CHAPTER XV.

THE KIDNAPPER.

It seemed to Judge Daniel Custis as he walked abroad into the Sunday

sunshine, that he had never seen a more perfect day. The leaves were

turning on the great sycamore-trees, and the maples along the rise in

the road wore their most delicate garments of nankeen, while some young

hickories, loaded with nuts, and a high gum-tree, splendid in finery,

beckoned him out their way, across the Manokin bridge to the opposite

hill, where the Presbyterian church overlooked the town.

The Judge, whose eyes were filled with happy tears, partly at the real

relief to his circumstances accomplished by Vesta's great sacrifice, and

partly by the scene just closed, of her natural honor and fidelity to

the man who had forced her wedding vows from her, took the northern

course and crossed the little bridge, and as he went up the hill the

environs of the town and the town itself spread out behind him in the

stillness of the Sabbath, and the quails and fall birds piped and

cackled low in the corn and the grain stubble. Some wild-geese in the

south flew over the low gray woods towards the bay; a pack of hounds

somewhere bayed like distant music; he heard the turkeys gobble, at one

of the adjacent farms on the swells in the marshy landscape, where

abundance, not otherwise denoted, showed in the fat poultry that roosted

in the trees like living fruit and spoke apoplectically.

While he drank in the wine of autumn on the air, that had a bare taste

of frost, like the first acid in the sweet cider, he saw a carriage or

two come over the level roads towards Princess Anne, and the church-bell

told their errand as it dropped into the serenity its fruity twang, like

a pippin rolling from the bough. So easily, so musically, so regularly

it rang, like the voice of something pure, that was steady even in its

joys, that the Judge took off his broad white fur hat, as if to a lady,

and listened with something between courtesy and piety.

As the bell continued other carriages came towards town, and some passed

him, their inmates all bowing, and often stealing a look back to see

Judge Custis again, the first man in the county.

They looked upon an humbled heart, a gladdened soul, which the sharp

hand of affliction had made to bleed, while an unforeseen Providence in

his darling child had kissed the wound to sleep and sucked the poison

from it.

Raising his brow towards the bright blue sky, as if he could not raise

it high enough to feel more of that heavenly rest encinctured there, the

Judge sighed forth a happy wish, like the kiss of love after a quarrel,

when doubt is all dispelled or wrong forgiven:

"O make me as a little child! Wash out my stains! Lead me in the path my

child has walked, or I shall never see her in the life to come!"

His lips trembled and his breast heaved convulsively. In that idea of

being unfit to enter where his child would go, in the more abundant life

beyond the present, he received a distinct sermon from the long-empty

pulpit of nature and conscience, and revelations from within clearer

than Holy Scriptures; for he felt the justice of the final separation of

the impure from the pure, and the faith of perseverance in good to draw

onward towards holiness itself, and perseverance in sensuality and

selfishness to detain the spirit in its husk of swine. His agony

increased.

"Where shall I drift if I go on," he said, "playing the sleek magistrate

and family head, and loving to slip away in the dark, like negroes

hunting coons by night? What is escaping discovery to the increasing

degradation of my own sanctuary, my created spirit? Can I find the way I

have wandered down and retrace my steps? There is but little of life

left me to do it in, but by God's help I will try! Yes, this golden

Sabbath I will do something to begin. What shall it be?"

He put on his hat, and said to himself: "I will go to the Methodist

meeting-house: they work directly upon the conscience, deepen the sense

of sin, and preach a quick cleansing as by light shining in. There I may

grovel in the sight of men and women and arise redeemed. But, no. It is

the Sabbath my daughter's marriage is to be announced in our own church,

and it would be cowardly, not to say unseemly, to fly from one worship

to another now. If I go to church this morning it must be to our own. Is

there any excuse but cowardice for not going?"

He looked into his debtor nature, to see what he owed to anybody, that

might be owned and settled this day.

Slowly and almost to his dislike there arose an obligation to his

wife--the obligation of love he was defrauding her of, if, indeed, he

loved her at all with the ardor of old times.

She had fretted his passion away in little sticklings for little

proprieties, and narrowing understanding, and subservience to effeminate

social traditions. She jarred upon the health of his intellect with her

unsympathetic refinements and pitiful uncharities, and fear of all

catholicity. She was gentility itself, without the spark of nature, and

believing that she inhabited the castle towers of exclusiveness and

social righteousness, she had made his home the donjon-keep of his

knighthood, at once the loftiest domestic apartment and the prison.

Nevertheless, she was his wife, and something of her nature must be in

Vesta, though the Judge had not found it. He reflected that his

waywardness might have sharpened her peculiarities and spread the

distance between their minds, till, deprived of a husband's guidance,

her fluttered woman's nature had quit the pasturage of the fields and

air, and perched upon her nest and vegetated there.

"I have gone away from her," he said, "and complain that she has not

grown. I have myself abounded in village dignity and pretension, and set

her the example of respecting nothing else. I have been a fraud, and

wonder that she is not wordly-wise."

He found his infirm will very obdurate against making love to his wife

again, but the request he had just made of Heaven, to lead him into the

right steps, prevailed upon him to make his worship at home this

morning.

"Yes," he said, "I will start right. She is sick and alone, and Vesta

taken from her. I will send a note to the rector to announce the

marriage, as Vesta requested, and do my worship at Teackle Hall this

day."

The Manokin, spreading wider as it flowed farther from the town, and

widening from a brook to a creek, till it moistened fringes of marsh and

cut low bluffs into the fields, never seemed to invite him so much to

wander along its sluices as this morn.

"If my wife would only walk with me into the country," he said,

restlessly, "how more companionable we would have been to each other!

But she cannot walk at all; all masculine intercourse ceased between us

years ago, and the dull, small range of household talk, and the dynastic

gossip of the good families, wear down my spirits. But I have been a

truant husband, and my tongue is parched by dusty rovings in prodigal

ways. Let me woo her again with all my might!"

He walked through Princess Anne, worship now having commenced in all the

churches, and saw nobody upon the street except a divided group before

the tavern. There he heard Jimmy Phoebus speak to Levin Dennis

sharply:

"Levin, what you doin' with that nigger buyer? Ain't you got no Dennis

pride left in you?"

The Judge saw that Joe Johnson, safe from civil process on Sunday, even

if his enemy had not been helpless in bed, was washing Levin Dennis's

brandy-sickened head under the street pump, plying the pump-handle and

shampooing him with alternate hands.

"Jimmy," answered Levin, when he was free from the spout, "this

gentleman's give me a job. I'm goin' to take him out for tarrapin on the

Sound. He's goin' to pay me for it."

"Tarrapin-catchin' on a Sunday ain't no respectable job for a Dennis,

nohow," cried Jimmy Phoebus, bluntly; "an' doin' it with a nigger

buyer is a fine splurge fur you, by smoke! I can't see where your pride

is, Levin, to save my life."

Jack Wonnell, wearing a bell-crown, looked on with timid enjoyment of

this plain talk, opening his mouth to grin, shutting it to shudder.

The big stranger, dropping Levin Dennis, strode in his long jack-boots,

in which his coarse trousers were stuffed, right to the front of Jimmy

Phoebus, and glared at him through his inflamed and unsightly eye.

Jimmy met his scowl with a mildness almost amounting to contempt.

"Hark ye!" spoke the stranger, "you have been a picking a quarrel with

me all yisterday, an' to-day air a beginnin' of it agin. Do you want to

fight?"

"No," said Jimmy, whittling a stick; "I ain't fond of fighting, and I

never do it of a Sunday. I wouldn't be guilty of fightin' you, by

smoke!"

"I have tuk a bigger nug than you and nicked his kicks into the bottom

of his gizzard till his liver-lights fell into my mauleys. So it's nish

or knife betwixt us, my bene cove!"

He put his hand upon his hip, where he carried a sheath-knife.

"Raise that hand," said Jimmy Phoebus, with a quick pass of his

whittling knife to the giant's throat. "Raise it or, by smoke! yer goes

yer jugler."

As Phoebus spoke he lifted one foot, of a prodigious size, as deftly

as an elephant hoisting his trunk, and kicked the man's hand from the

hip pocket without moving either his own body or countenance. It was

done so automatically that the other turned fiercely to see who kicked

him, and his sheath-knife, partly raised, was flung by the force of the

kick several yards away.

"Pick up his knife, Levin," Jimmy said, "or he'll hurt hisself with it."

At this moment Judge Custis came up and pushed the two powerful men

apart.

"Fighting on Sunday in our public street," he exclaimed; "Phoebus, I

wouldn't have thought it of you!"

"This yer bully, Judge," Jimmy said coolly, "started to take Prencess

Anne the fust day, an' ole Meshach's Samson knocked him a sprawlin', an'

Meshach hisself finished him. To-day he starts in to lead off yon poor

imbecile, Levin Dennis, and, as I expresses my opinion of it, he draws

his knife on me; so I takes my foot, Judge, that you have seen me untie

a knot with, and I spiles his wrist with it. Take care of his knife,

Levin,--he's a pore creetur without it."

"We'll have this out, nope for nope, or may I take the morning-drop!"

growled the strange man.

"That kind of language ain't understood in honest company," Jimmy

Phoebus said; "I s'pose it's thieves' lingo, used among your friends,

or, maybe, big words you bully strangers with, when you want to cut a

splurge. Now, as you've been licked by a nigger and kicked by a white

man, maybe you can understand my language! Hark you, too, nigger buyer!

Do you know where I saw you first?"

For the first time a flash of fire came from the pungy captain's black

cherries of eyes, and his huge broad face of swarthy color expressed its

full Oriental character:

"The last time I saw you, Joe Johnson, was not a-lurking in Judge

Custis's kitchen fur no good, nor a-insultin' of the Judge's t'other

visitor, Milburn of the steeple-top: it was a-huggin' the whippin'-post

on the public green of Georgetown, State of Delaware, an' the sheriff

a-layin' of it over your back; an' after he sot you up in the pillory I

took the rottenest egg I could git, an' I bust it right on the eye where

that nigger bruised you yisterday!"

The oppressive silence, as Joe Johnson slunk back, desperate with rage,

yet unable to deny, was broken by Jack Wonnell's unthinking

interjection:

"Whoop, Jimmy! Hooraw for Prencess Anne!"

"An' why did I git that egg an' make you smell it, Joe Johnson? Because,

by smoke! you was a stinkin' kidnapper, robbing of the pore free

niggers of their liberty, knowin' that they didn't carry no arms and

couldn't make no good defense! That's your trade, an' it's the meanest

an' most cowardly in the world. It's doin' what the Algerynes does in

fair fighting. You're a fine American citizen, ain't you? I know your

gang, and a bloody one it is, but you can't look a white man in the eye,

because you're a thief and a coward!"

The Hellenic nature of the bay captain had never displayed itself to the

Judge with this fulness, and he felt some natural admiration as he took

Phoebus by the arm.

"Well, well!" said the Judge, "let him go now, Phoebus! Mr. Johnson,

don't let me see you in Princess Anne again to-day. Continue your

journey and disturb us no more, or I shall put criminal process upon

you, and you see we have stout constables in Somerset."

As he led Phoebus around the corner of the bank, the Judge said:

"James, my wife is so sick that I must keep house with her this morning,

and I want a little note left at the church for Mr. Tilghman. Will you

take it?"

"Why, with pleasure, Judge," the nonchalant villager replied. "I don't

look very handsome in the 'piscopal church, but I'll do a' arrand."

As the Judge wrote the note with his gold pencil on a leaf of his

memorandum book, he said:

"James, did you identify that man yesterday?"

"Yes, I knowed him as soon as he come to the tavern. This mornin',

seein' of him around town, I was afear'd Samson Hat would stumble on

him, and the nigger buyer would kill him for yisterday's blow. Thinks I:

'Samson is too white a nigger to be killed that way, by smoke!' but the

prejudice agin a nigger hittin' a white man is sich in this state that

Joe Johnson, bloody as he is, would never have stretched hemp for Samson

Hat; so I picked a quarrel with the nigger buyer to take the fight out

of him before Samson should come. He won't fight nobody now in this

town. _His_ hokey-pokey is done _yer_."

"You took a great risk, Phoebus. He is such an evil fellow in his

resentments, that I let him hide and eat in my quarters for fear of some

ill requital if I refused. That gang of Patty Cannon's is the curse of

the Eastern Shore."

"And if you'll pardon a younger and a porer man, Judge, it's jest sich

gentlemen as you that lets it go on. You politicians give them people

'munity, an' let 'em alone because they fight fur you in 'lection times

an' air popular with foresters an' pore trash, because they persecutes

niggers an' treats to liquor. You know the laws is agin their actions on

both sides of the Delaware line, but in Maryland they're a dead letter."

"You speak plain truth, James Phoebus, brave as your conduct. But the

poor men must make a sentiment against these kidnappers, because among

the ignorant poor they find their defenders and equals."

"Judge," the pungy captain said, "they'se a-makin' a pangymonum of all

the destreak about Patty Cannon's. By smoke! it's a shame to liberty. In

open day they lead free niggers, men, wimmin, an' little children, too,

to be sold, who's free as my mommy and your daughter."

Judge Custis thought painfully of the scant freedom his daughter now

enjoyed. Jimmy Phoebus continued:

"Now yer, we're raising hokey-pokey about the Algerynes and the

Trypollytins capturin' of a few Christian people an' sellin' of 'em to

Turkey, an' about the Turkey people makin' slaves of the Christian Greek

folks. Henry Clay is cuttin' a big splurge about it. Money is bein'

raised all over the country to send it to 'em. Commodo' Decatur was a

big man for a-breakin' of it up. By smoke! they're sellin' more free

people to death and hell along Mason and Dixon's line, than up the whole

buzzum of the Mediterranean Sea."

The brown-skinned speaker was more excited now than he had been during

all the collision with Joe Johnson.

"Indeed, Phoebus, they have kidnapped several thousand people, the

Philadelphia abolitionists say, but the reports must be exaggerated. The

demand for negroes is so great, since the cotton-gin and the foreign

markets have made cotton a great staple, and the direct importation of

slaves from Africa has been stopped, that there is a great run for

border-state negroes, and free colored people seldom are righted when

they have been pulled across the line."

"They never are righted, Judge Custis! I'm ashamed of my native state.

Only a few years ago, when I was a boy, people around yer was a-freein'

of their niggers, and it was understood that slavery would a-die out,

an' everybody said, 'Let the evil thing go.' But niggers began to go up

high; they got to be wuth eight hunderd dollars whair they wasn't wuth

two hunderd; and all the politicians begun to say: 'Niggers is not fit

to be free. Niggers is the bulrush, or the bulwork, or bull-something of

our nation.' And then kidnapping of free niggers started, and the next

thing they'll kidnap free American citizens!"

"Tut! tut! James! it will never go that far."

"Won't it? What did Joe Johnson say to me last night before the

Washington Tavern? He said: 'I've sold whiter niggers than you, myself.

I kin run you to market an' git my price for you!'"

The bay sailor took off his hat.

"Look at me!" he continued; "by smoke! look on my brown skin and black

eyes an' coal black hair. Whair did they come from? They come from

Greece, whair Leonidas an' Marky Bozarris and all them fellers came

from: that's what my daddy said. He know'd better than me. I'm nothin'

but a pore Eastern Shore man sailing my little vessel, but I'm a

free-born man, and I tell you, Judge, it's a dangerous time when nothing

but his shade of color protects a free man."

"James Phoebus," the Judge said, gravely, "I hope you believe me when

I say that I think all these things outrages, and they grow out of the

greater outrage of slavery itself. We are being governed by new states,

hatched in the Southwest from the alligator eggs of old slavery, that

had grown into political and moral disrepute with us in Maryland and

Virginia."

"There's no nigger in me," Phoebus said, putting on his hat, "but I

have taken these hints about my looking like a nigger to heart, and I'll

take a nigger's part when he is imposed on, as if he was some of the

body and blood of my Lord Jesus. Now you hear it!"

"And brave enough you are to mean it, my honest fellow. So do my errand,

and good-morning, James."