"No, Jake, that is not my way; bring this gentleman some water, and then my horse and buggy. You can take me to the depot. This officer can follow with his men." And he did. W CHAPTER V FORTY ACRES AND A MULE HEN Phil returned with Margaret, he drove, at him with all speed to the hotel, took him to his room, and locked the door before he told him the news. After an hour's blind rage, he agreed to obey his father's positive orders to keep away from the Captain until his return, and to attempt no violence against the authorities. Phil undertook to manage the case in Columbia, and spent three days in collecting his evidence before leaving. Swifter feet had anticipated him. Two days after the arrival of Dr. Cameron at the fort in Columbia, a duststained, tired negro was ushered into the presence of General Howle. He looked about timidly and laughed loudly. "Well, my man, what's the trouble? You seem to have walked all the way, and laugh as if you were glad of it." "I'spec' I is, sah," said Jake, sidling up confidentially. "Well?" said Howle, good-humouredly. Jake's voice dropped to a whisper. "I hears you got my ole marster, Dr. Cameron, in dis place." "Yes. What do you know against him?" "Nuttin', sah. I dis hurry 'long down ter take his place, so's you kin sen' him back home. He's erbleeged ter go. Dey's er pow'ful lot er sick folks up dar in de county can't git 'long widout him, en er pow❜ful lot er well ones gwiner be raisin' de debbel 'bout dis. You can hol' me, sah. Des tell my ole marster when ter be yere, en he sho' come." Jake paused and bowed low. "Yessah, hit's des lak I tell you. Fuddermo', I'spec' I'se de man what done de damages. I 'spec' I bus' de Capt'n's nose so 'taint gwine be no mo' good to 'im." Howle questioned Jake as to the whole affair, asked him a hundred questions about the condition of the county, the position of Dr. Cameron, and the possible effect of this event on the temper of the people. The affair had already given him a bad hour. The news of this shackling of one of the most prominent men in the state had spread like wildfire, and had caused the first deep growl of anger from the people. He saw that it was a senseless piece of stupidity. The election was rapidly approaching. He was master of the state, and the less friction the better. His mind was made up instantly. He released Dr. Cameron with an apology, and returned with him and Jake for a personal inspection of the affairs of Ulster county. In a thirty-minutes' interview with Captain Gilbert, Howle gave him more pain than his broken nose. "And why did you nail up the doors of that Presbyterian church?" he asked, suavely. "Because McAlpin, the young cub who preaches there, dared come to this camp and insult me about the arrest of old Cameron." "I suppose you issued an order silencing him from the ministry?" "I did, and told him I'd shackle him if he opened his mouth again.' "Good. The throne of Russia needn't worry about a worthy successor. Any further ecclesiastical orders?" "None, except the oaths I've prescribed for them before they shall preach again." "Fine! These Scotch Covenanters will feel at home with you." "Well, I've made them bite the dust-and they know who's runnin' this town, and don't you forget it.” "No doubt. Yet we may have too much of even a good thing. The League is here to run this county. The business of the military is to keep still and back them when they need it." "We've the strongest council here to be found in any county in this section," said Gilbert with pride. "Just so. The League meets once a week. We have promised them the land of their masters and equal social and political rights. Their members go armed to these meetings and drill on Saturdays in the public square. The white man is afraid to interfere lest his house or barn take fire. A negro prisoner in the dock needs only to make the sign to be acquitted. Not a negro will dare to vote against us. Their women are formed into societies, sworn to leave their husbands and refuse to marry any man who dares our anger. The negro churches have pledged themselves to expel him from their membership. What more do you want?" "There's another side to it," protested the Captain. "Since the League has taken in the negroes, every Union white man has dropped it like a hot iron, except the lone scalawag or carpet-bagger who expects an office. In the church, the social circle, in business or pleasure, these men are lepers. How can a human being stand it? I've tried to grind this hellish spirit in the dirt under my heel, and unless you can do it they'll beat you in the long run! You've got to have some Southern white men or you're lost." "I'll risk it with a hundred thousand negro majority," said Howle with a sneer. "The fun will just begin then. In the meantime, I'll have you ease up on this county's government. I've brought that man back who knocked you down. Let him alone. I've pardoned him. The less said about this affair, the better." As the day of the election under the new régime of Reconstruction drew near, the negroes were excited by rumours of the coming great events. Every man was to receive forty acres of land for his vote, and the enthusiastic speakers and teachers had made the dream a resistless one by declaring that the Government would throw in a mule with the forty acres. Some who had hesitated about the forty acres of land, remembering that it must be worked, couldn't resist the idea of owning a mule. The Freedman's Bureau reaped a harvest in $2 marriage fees from negroes who were urged thus to make |