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Watch and Wait; The Young Fugitives

<hr />[Pg 95] <h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2> <h2>THE FUGITIVES REACH LAKE CHICOT.</h2> The Isabel moved steadily through the waters of the wide bayou, bearing her precious freight farther and farther from the plantation. With every mile she advanced, the hopes of the fugitives grew stronger. Though Dandy alone knew the route by which they were to reach the land of freedom, they were conscious that any white man whom they might meet would arrest them as runaways. Before they could pass out of the limits of the state, they must go in sight of many plantations, where they were liable to be seen, and even near two or three villages. In spite of the perils which the future had in store for them, the party were quite cheerful. Even Lily, gentle and timid as she was, soon became accustomed to the novel situation in which she was [Pg 96]placed, and ceased to dread the pursuing footsteps of the slave-hunters. "Do you think we shall escape, Dandy?" asked she, as she seated herself by the side of her friend. "I expect we shall," replied he, unwilling to kindle too strong a hope in the mind of the girl. "If we manage well, we have a good chance." "I hope we shall, for master would certainly sell us all if we should be caught." "Dat ud be wus as staying wid Massa Kun'l," added Cyd. "But I s'pect we won't be caught, Massa Dandy." "Why do you call me master, Cyd?" "Dis chile tink you cutting it rader fat." "What do you mean by that?" "You'se tell me do dis, and, Cyd, do dat,—jes as dough dis nigger no account at all." "I am in command of the boat; and it was my duty to get her under way. When I told you to do any thing, you began to ask questions." "Dis nigger's free now," replied Cyd, with becoming dignity. "Not yet, Cyd. We may be caught at any moment." [Pg 97]"Gossifus! I tought I was free now." "What made you think so?" "We done runned away from Massa Kun'l." "He may catch you again." "De Kun'l ain't here, no how, Dandy; 'pose I neber see him any more, and he neber see me any more, who's my massa den?" "When you get into a free country, you will be free." "But who's my massa now? Dat's what dis chile want to know for sartin." "You have no master." "Den I'se free," exclaimed Cyd, exhibiting his ivories, which the gloom of the night, increased by the deep shadows of the tall trees, was powerless to conceal. "I tell you, I'se a free nigger." Cyd commenced a most violent demonstration of satisfaction as he contemplated his new social position. He laughed, kicked with his heels, sang and danced. He felt that he had got the best of the argument, and this was no small ground of rejoicing. "Suppose you should be caught?" "Den I be Massa Kun'l's boy again." [Pg 98]"But why did you call me Massa Dandy?" "Kase you order me round jes like Massa Kun'l, and de white folks. Dis chile begin to tink he's your nigger." "You are just as good as I am." "Yes, sar; Cyd knows all about dat. You tell me to git de row boat; den to git de wherry; and when I ask what for, you tell me to mind my own business, and not ask queshuns." "It was because we had no time to spare," replied Dandy, whose feelings were injured by the charge of his sable companion. "Dat may be; but you speak to me jes like de white folks." "I didn't mean to do or say any thing that would make me seem like a master, for I hate the very sound of the word." "Hossifus!" exclaimed Cyd, gratified by this acknowledgment. "I done tink you meant to be my massa, jes like de kun'l. If dis chile jes as good you be, Cyd can't see why you don't tell what you do dese tings for." "I am willing to tell you what I did these things [Pg 99]for, now that I have time to do so. But, Cyd, I will change places with you." "Possifus! What fur?" "You shall command the boat, and I will obey all your orders without asking a single question." "What, Cyd?" "Yes, Cyd," replied Dandy, earnestly. "Here, take the helm!" "Gossifus! I dunno whar you're gwine." "Very well; I will give you my map of the country, and you shall find the way for yourself, as I shall have to do." "What you gib me?" "The map." "What's dat?" "Here it is," replied Dandy, giving him a small pocket map of the State of Louisiana, of which he had possessed himself a few days before the departure. Cyd took the map, turned it over two or three times, and could not make out its use. Lily and Dandy both enjoyed his confusion, for it was a great puzzle to him to know how they were to find their [Pg 100]way through the swamp by the aid of this little book, as he called it. A lantern was lighted, and Lily unfolded the map, and spread it out upon one of the berths. "Mossifus!" exclaimed Cyd, when he had carefully examined the map, and the lantern was prudently extinguished. "I don't see what dis paper fur." "It's all I have to guide me to the ocean, after we have passed Chicot. Now, if you will take the map, and command the boat, I will obey you in all things." "Golly! I don't see what good de paper's fur. I kin foller de norf star." "But we are going to the south." "I tink I will stay where I is, and you shall command de boat." "Then you must mind me at once. Our very lives may depend upon your prompt obedience." "I will, Dandy." "Free men have to obey, as well as slaves. On board a ship, every body obeys the captain." "What's use ob bein free, den?" "The captain of the ship can't sell the sailor, nor [Pg 101]separate him from his wife and children. The man is paid for what he does, and when his voyage is up he may go where he pleases." "I knows all about it now, Dandy." "I don't want to be called Dandy any more. My name is Daniel, but you may call me Dan for short." "Possifus! Den's what's my name? I'se free too, and I wan't my name changed." "Your name is Thucydides." "Tucydimes!" "No, Thucydides," laughed Dan—for we will adopt his suggestion, and call him no longer by his plantation name. "Hossifus! Hab to git up afore breakfast to speak dat word in season for dinner," chuckled Cyd. "You are called Cyd for short, as I am Dan. There is nothing bad about the word." "It's a very good name, Cyd," added Lily. "Goshus! If you say so, Missy Lily, it's all right. If it suits de fair seck, it suits me," said Cyd, shaking his fat sides with satisfaction. "Dis chile don't keer what you calls him, if you only calls him to supper." [Pg 102]"Now, Cyd, I will answer the questions you asked when we were getting under way." "Yes, what ye got all dem boats draggin arter us fur?" "Don't you see the reason, Cyd?" The boy scratched his head, but he could not see. As we have before observed, he had not been in the habit of doing his own thinking, and, consequently, he was not skilled in reasoning from effect to cause. "Suppose we had left the boats, Cyd," added Dan. "Den we shouldn't hab em wid us, keepin de boat back." "At six o'clock in the morning, Colonel Raybone will be ready to start on his trip. He will go down to the pier, and expect to find us all there." "Gossifus! we shan't be dar!" exclaimed Cyd, whose imagination was lively enough to enable him to picture the scene that would ensue. "What then, Cyd?" "Golly! Massa Kun'l up and rave like he neber did afore," replied Cyd, who appeared to enjoy the idea. [Pg 103]"Well, what then?" "Dunno. He can't help hisself," chuckled Cyd. "Suppose we had left the boats?" "Mossifus! He tell four stout boys to git in de club-boat, and streak it down de riber like an alligator arter a possum. Yah! ha, ha!" roared Cyd, holding on to his sides. "Do you see why I have taken all the boats?" "Yes, Dandy—Dan; I sees into it jes like a millstone. You'se got a long head, Dan. But what ye gwine to do wid de paint?" "We shall live in the swamp till the colonel has done looking for us. This boat is white now, and we will paint her green, so that she can't be seen so easily." "Dat's good, Dan; but de kun'l won't stop lookin fur us till he finds out something." "I mean that he shall find out something. He will suppose that we have gone to the north. He will never suspect that we have come this way. Here we are," said Dan, suddenly rising in the boat, as she came to a narrow opening on the southerly bank of the river. [Pg 104]Running the boat up to the bank of the bayou, he ordered Cyd to make her fast to a tree on the shore. "What's gwine to be done now, Dan?" asked Cyd, when he had obeyed the order. "We shall follow the big river no farther. Now, I want to make Master Raybone think we have gone up that way, which leads to the Mississippi. I left some papers in my room, which will convince him that I intended to go that way. Now, Lily, we must leave you for a little while," added Dan, as he drew the bateau alongside. "We will not be gone more than an hour." Dan and Cyd got into the bateau, and towed the other boats about two miles up the river, where they secured them in such a position that they seemed to be abandoned. When the search for them was made, these boats would be found two miles from the course the fugitives had actually taken. They then pulled back to the Isabel, and got under way again. Their course was now changed, and the boat passed down the narrow cut-off, which soon widened [Pg 105]into a broad stream. The wind, which had been quite fresh when they started, had now subsided to a gentle breeze; but as the country was more open than on the Big River, as it was called, they still moved along at the rate of three or four miles an hour. At five o'clock in the morning—Dan had a silver watch which had been presented to him by Master Archy—they reached the entrance of Lake Chicot. It was about daylight, and as there was a plantation on the western bank, it was not deemed prudent to proceed any farther, for if the boat was seen, it would at once be recognized as that of Colonel Raybone. The westerly side of the lake was low, swampy ground, covered with a thick growth of trees and an undergrowth of cane. The skipper of the Isabel ran along this shore till he found a stream flowing into the lake. Hauling up the centre board, he ran his craft into this creek. As the sails would not draw, being sheltered by the trees and cane, the two boys worked the boat up the stream with their oars till she was completely concealed from the opposite shore, or from [Pg 106]the lake, if any boat should happen to pass during the day. Here the careful skipper intended to lie until the friendly shades of another night should permit them to proceed on the voyage to a more secure haven. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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