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<h2> CHAPTER VI </h2>
<h3> Discovery </h3>
<p>Mr. and Mrs. Shelby, after their protracted discussion of the night
before, did not readily sink to repose, and, in consequence, slept
somewhat later than usual, the ensuing morning.</p>
<p>"I wonder what keeps Eliza," said Mrs. Shelby, after giving her bell
repeated pulls, to no purpose.</p>
<p>Mr. Shelby was standing before his dressing-glass, sharpening his razor;
and just then the door opened, and a colored boy entered, with his
shaving-water.</p>
<p>"Andy," said his mistress, "step to Eliza's door, and tell her I have rung
for her three times. Poor thing!" she added, to herself, with a sigh.</p>
<p>Andy soon returned, with eyes very wide in astonishment.</p>
<p>"Lor, Missis! Lizy's drawers is all open, and her things all lying every
which way; and I believe she's just done clared out!"</p>
<p>The truth flashed upon Mr. Shelby and his wife at the same moment. He
exclaimed,</p>
<p>"Then she suspected it, and she's off!"</p>
<p>"The Lord be thanked!" said Mrs. Shelby. "I trust she is."</p>
<p>"Wife, you talk like a fool! Really, it will be something pretty awkward
for me, if she is. Haley saw that I hesitated about selling this child,
and he'll think I connived at it, to get him out of the way. It touches my
honor!" And Mr. Shelby left the room hastily.</p>
<p>There was great running and ejaculating, and opening and shutting of
doors, and appearance of faces in all shades of color in different places,
for about a quarter of an hour. One person only, who might have shed some
light on the matter, was entirely silent, and that was the head cook, Aunt
Chloe. Silently, and with a heavy cloud settled down over her once joyous
face, she proceeded making out her breakfast biscuits, as if she heard and
saw nothing of the excitement around her.</p>
<p>Very soon, about a dozen young imps were roosting, like so many crows, on
the verandah railings, each one determined to be the first one to apprize
the strange Mas'r of his ill luck.</p>
<p>"He'll be rael mad, I'll be bound," said Andy.</p>
<p>"<i>Won't</i> he swar!" said little black Jake.</p>
<p>"Yes, for he <i>does</i> swar," said woolly-headed Mandy. "I hearn him
yesterday, at dinner. I hearn all about it then, 'cause I got into the
closet where Missis keeps the great jugs, and I hearn every word." And
Mandy, who had never in her life thought of the meaning of a word she had
heard, more than a black cat, now took airs of superior wisdom, and
strutted about, forgetting to state that, though actually coiled up among
the jugs at the time specified, she had been fast asleep all the time.</p>
<p>When, at last, Haley appeared, booted and spurred, he was saluted with the
bad tidings on every hand. The young imps on the verandah were not
disappointed in their hope of hearing him "swar," which he did with a
fluency and fervency which delighted them all amazingly, as they ducked
and dodged hither and thither, to be out of the reach of his riding-whip;
and, all whooping off together, they tumbled, in a pile of immeasurable
giggle, on the withered turf under the verandah, where they kicked up
their heels and shouted to their full satisfaction.</p>
<p>"If I had the little devils!" muttered Haley, between his teeth.</p>
<p>"But you ha'nt got 'em, though!" said Andy, with a triumphant flourish,
and making a string of indescribable mouths at the unfortunate trader's
back, when he was fairly beyond hearing.</p>
<p>"I say now, Shelby, this yer 's a most extro'rnary business!" said Haley,
as he abruptly entered the parlor. "It seems that gal 's off, with her
young un."</p>
<p>"Mr. Haley, Mrs. Shelby is present," said Mr. Shelby.</p>
<p>"I beg pardon, ma'am," said Haley, bowing slightly, with a still lowering
brow; "but still I say, as I said before, this yer's a sing'lar report. Is
it true, sir?"</p>
<p>"Sir," said Mr. Shelby, "if you wish to communicate with me, you must
observe something of the decorum of a gentleman. Andy, take Mr. Haley's
hat and riding-whip. Take a seat, sir. Yes, sir; I regret to say that the
young woman, excited by overhearing, or having reported to her, something
of this business, has taken her child in the night, and made off."</p>
<p>"I did expect fair dealing in this matter, I confess," said Haley.</p>
<p>"Well, sir," said Mr. Shelby, turning sharply round upon him, "what am I
to understand by that remark? If any man calls my honor in question, I
have but one answer for him."</p>
<p>The trader cowered at this, and in a somewhat lower tone said that "it was
plaguy hard on a fellow, that had made a fair bargain, to be gulled that
way."</p>
<p>"Mr. Haley," said Mr. Shelby, "if I did not think you had some cause for
disappointment, I should not have borne from you the rude and
unceremonious style of your entrance into my parlor this morning. I say
thus much, however, since appearances call for it, that I shall allow of
no insinuations cast upon me, as if I were at all partner to any
unfairness in this matter. Moreover, I shall feel bound to give you every
assistance, in the use of horses, servants, &c., in the recovery of
your property. So, in short, Haley," said he, suddenly dropping from the
tone of dignified coolness to his ordinary one of easy frankness, "the
best way for you is to keep good-natured and eat some breakfast, and we
will then see what is to be done."</p>
<p>Mrs. Shelby now rose, and said her engagements would prevent her being at
the breakfast-table that morning; and, deputing a very respectable mulatto
woman to attend to the gentlemen's coffee at the side-board, she left the
room.</p>
<p>"Old lady don't like your humble servant, over and above," said Haley,
with an uneasy effort to be very familiar.</p>
<p>"I am not accustomed to hear my wife spoken of with such freedom," said
Mr. Shelby, dryly.</p>
<p>"Beg pardon; of course, only a joke, you know," said Haley, forcing a
laugh.</p>
<p>"Some jokes are less agreeable than others," rejoined Shelby.</p>
<p>"Devilish free, now I've signed those papers, cuss him!" muttered Haley to
himself; "quite grand, since yesterday!"</p>
<p>Never did fall of any prime minister at court occasion wider surges of
sensation than the report of Tom's fate among his compeers on the place.
It was the topic in every mouth, everywhere; and nothing was done in the
house or in the field, but to discuss its probable results. Eliza's flight—an
unprecedented event on the place—was also a great accessory in
stimulating the general excitement.</p>
<p>Black Sam, as he was commonly called, from his being about three shades
blacker than any other son of ebony on the place, was revolving the matter
profoundly in all its phases and bearings, with a comprehensiveness of
vision and a strict lookout to his own personal well-being, that would
have done credit to any white patriot in Washington.</p>
<p>"It's an ill wind dat blow nowhar,—dat ar a fact," said Sam,
sententiously, giving an additional hoist to his pantaloons, and adroitly
substituting a long nail in place of a missing suspender-button, with
which effort of mechanical genius he seemed highly delighted.</p>
<p>"Yes, it's an ill wind blows nowhar," he repeated. "Now, dar, Tom's down—wal,
course der's room for some nigger to be up—and why not dis nigger?—dat's
de idee. Tom, a ridin' round de country—boots blacked—pass in
his pocket—all grand as Cuffee—but who he? Now, why shouldn't
Sam?—dat's what I want to know."</p>
<p>"Halloo, Sam—O Sam! Mas'r wants you to cotch Bill and Jerry," said
Andy, cutting short Sam's soliloquy.</p>
<p>"High! what's afoot now, young un?"</p>
<p>"Why, you don't know, I s'pose, that Lizy's cut stick, and clared out,
with her young un?"</p>
<p>"You teach your granny!" said Sam, with infinite contempt; "knowed it a
heap sight sooner than you did; this nigger an't so green, now!"</p>
<p>"Well, anyhow, Mas'r wants Bill and Jerry geared right up; and you and I
's to go with Mas'r Haley, to look arter her."</p>
<p>"Good, now! dat's de time o' day!" said Sam. "It's Sam dat's called for in
dese yer times. He's de nigger. See if I don't cotch her, now; Mas'r'll
see what Sam can do!"</p>
<p>"Ah! but, Sam," said Andy, "you'd better think twice; for Missis don't
want her cotched, and she'll be in yer wool."</p>
<p>"High!" said Sam, opening his eyes. "How you know dat?"</p>
<p>"Heard her say so, my own self, dis blessed mornin', when I bring in
Mas'r's shaving-water. She sent me to see why Lizy didn't come to dress
her; and when I telled her she was off, she jest ris up, and ses she, 'The
Lord be praised;' and Mas'r, he seemed rael mad, and ses he, 'Wife, you
talk like a fool.' But Lor! she'll bring him to! I knows well enough how
that'll be,—it's allers best to stand Missis' side the fence, now I
tell yer."</p>
<p>Black Sam, upon this, scratched his woolly pate, which, if it did not
contain very profound wisdom, still contained a great deal of a particular
species much in demand among politicians of all complexions and countries,
and vulgarly denominated "knowing which side the bread is buttered;" so,
stopping with grave consideration, he again gave a hitch to his
pantaloons, which was his regularly organized method of assisting his
mental perplexities.</p>
<p>"Der an't no saying'—never—'bout no kind o' thing in <i>dis</i>
yer world," he said, at last. Sam spoke like a philosopher, emphasizing <i>this</i>—as
if he had had a large experience in different sorts of worlds, and
therefore had come to his conclusions advisedly.</p>
<p>"Now, sartin I'd a said that Missis would a scoured the varsal world after
Lizy," added Sam, thoughtfully.</p>
<p>"So she would," said Andy; "but can't ye see through a ladder, ye black
nigger? Missis don't want dis yer Mas'r Haley to get Lizy's boy; dat's de
go!"</p>
<p>"High!" said Sam, with an indescribable intonation, known only to those
who have heard it among the negroes.</p>
<p>"And I'll tell yer more 'n all," said Andy; "I specs you'd better be
making tracks for dem hosses,—mighty sudden, too,—-for I hearn
Missis 'quirin' arter yer,—so you've stood foolin' long enough."</p>
<p>Sam, upon this, began to bestir himself in real earnest, and after a while
appeared, bearing down gloriously towards the house, with Bill and Jerry
in a full canter, and adroitly throwing himself off before they had any
idea of stopping, he brought them up alongside of the horse-post like a
tornado. Haley's horse, which was a skittish young colt, winced, and
bounced, and pulled hard at his halter.</p>
<p>"Ho, ho!" said Sam, "skeery, ar ye?" and his black visage lighted up with
a curious, mischievous gleam. "I'll fix ye now!" said he.</p>
<p>There was a large beech-tree overshadowing the place, and the small,
sharp, triangular beech-nuts lay scattered thickly on the ground. With one
of these in his fingers, Sam approached the colt, stroked and patted, and
seemed apparently busy in soothing his agitation. On pretence of adjusting
the saddle, he adroitly slipped under it the sharp little nut, in such a
manner that the least weight brought upon the saddle would annoy the
nervous sensibilities of the animal, without leaving any perceptible graze
or wound.</p>
<p>"Dar!" he said, rolling his eyes with an approving grin; "me fix 'em!"</p>
<p>At this moment Mrs. Shelby appeared on the balcony, beckoning to him. Sam
approached with as good a determination to pay court as did ever suitor
after a vacant place at St. James' or Washington.</p>
<p>"Why have you been loitering so, Sam? I sent Andy to tell you to hurry."</p>
<p>"Lord bless you, Missis!" said Sam, "horses won't be cotched all in a
minit; they'd done clared out way down to the south pasture, and the Lord
knows whar!"</p>
<p>"Sam, how often must I tell you not to say 'Lord bless you, and the Lord
knows,' and such things? It's wicked."</p>
<p>"O, Lord bless my soul! I done forgot, Missis! I won't say nothing of de
sort no more."</p>
<p>"Why, Sam, you just <i>have</i> said it again."</p>
<p>"Did I? O, Lord! I mean—I didn't go fur to say it."</p>
<p>"You must be <i>careful</i>, Sam."</p>
<p>"Just let me get my breath, Missis, and I'll start fair. I'll be bery
careful."</p>
<p>"Well, Sam, you are to go with Mr. Haley, to show him the road, and help
him. Be careful of the horses, Sam; you know Jerry was a little lame last
week; <i>don't ride them too fast</i>."</p>
<p>Mrs. Shelby spoke the last words with a low voice, and strong emphasis.</p>
<p>"Let dis child alone for dat!" said Sam, rolling up his eyes with a volume
of meaning. "Lord knows! High! Didn't say dat!" said he, suddenly catching
his breath, with a ludicrous flourish of apprehension, which made his
mistress laugh, spite of herself. "Yes, Missis, I'll look out for de
hosses!"</p>
<p>"Now, Andy," said Sam, returning to his stand under the beech-trees, "you
see I wouldn't be 't all surprised if dat ar gen'lman's crittur should gib
a fling, by and by, when he comes to be a gettin' up. You know, Andy,
critturs <i>will</i> do such things;" and therewith Sam poked Andy in the
side, in a highly suggestive manner.</p>
<p>"High!" said Andy, with an air of instant appreciation.</p>
<p>"Yes, you see, Andy, Missis wants to make time,—dat ar's clar to der
most or'nary 'bserver. I jis make a little for her. Now, you see, get all
dese yer hosses loose, caperin' permiscus round dis yer lot and down to de
wood dar, and I spec Mas'r won't be off in a hurry."</p>
<p>Andy grinned.</p>
<p>"Yer see," said Sam, "yer see, Andy, if any such thing should happen as
that Mas'r Haley's horse <i>should</i> begin to act contrary, and cut up,
you and I jist lets go of our'n to help him, and <i>we'll help him</i>—oh
yes!" And Sam and Andy laid their heads back on their shoulders, and broke
into a low, immoderate laugh, snapping their fingers and flourishing their
heels with exquisite delight.</p>
<p>At this instant, Haley appeared on the verandah. Somewhat mollified by
certain cups of very good coffee, he came out smiling and talking, in
tolerably restored humor. Sam and Andy, clawing for certain fragmentary
palm-leaves, which they were in the habit of considering as hats, flew to
the horseposts, to be ready to "help Mas'r."</p>
<p>Sam's palm-leaf had been ingeniously disentangled from all pretensions to
braid, as respects its brim; and the slivers starting apart, and standing
upright, gave it a blazing air of freedom and defiance, quite equal to
that of any Fejee chief; while the whole brim of Andy's being departed
bodily, he rapped the crown on his head with a dexterous thump, and looked
about well pleased, as if to say, "Who says I haven't got a hat?"</p>
<p>"Well, boys," said Haley, "look alive now; we must lose no time."</p>
<p>"Not a bit of him, Mas'r!" said Sam, putting Haley's rein in his hand, and
holding his stirrup, while Andy was untying the other two horses.</p>
<p>The instant Haley touched the saddle, the mettlesome creature bounded from
the earth with a sudden spring, that threw his master sprawling, some feet
off, on the soft, dry turf. Sam, with frantic ejaculations, made a dive at
the reins, but only succeeded in brushing the blazing palm-leaf
afore-named into the horse's eyes, which by no means tended to allay the
confusion of his nerves. So, with great vehemence, he overturned Sam, and,
giving two or three contemptuous snorts, flourished his heels vigorously
in the air, and was soon prancing away towards the lower end of the lawn,
followed by Bill and Jerry, whom Andy had not failed to let loose,
according to contract, speeding them off with various direful
ejaculations. And now ensued a miscellaneous scene of confusion. Sam and
Andy ran and shouted,—dogs barked here and there,—and Mike,
Mose, Mandy, Fanny, and all the smaller specimens on the place, both male
and female, raced, clapped hands, whooped, and shouted, with outrageous
officiousness and untiring zeal.</p>
<p>Haley's horse, which was a white one, and very fleet and spirited,
appeared to enter into the spirit of the scene with great gusto; and
having for his coursing ground a lawn of nearly half a mile in extent,
gently sloping down on every side into indefinite woodland, he appeared to
take infinite delight in seeing how near he could allow his pursuers to
approach him, and then, when within a hand's breadth, whisk off with a
start and a snort, like a mischievous beast as he was and career far down
into some alley of the wood-lot. Nothing was further from Sam's mind than
to have any one of the troop taken until such season as should seem to him
most befitting,—and the exertions that he made were certainly most
heroic. Like the sword of Coeur De Lion, which always blazed in the front
and thickest of the battle, Sam's palm-leaf was to be seen everywhere when
there was the least danger that a horse could be caught; there he would
bear down full tilt, shouting, "Now for it! cotch him! cotch him!" in a
way that would set everything to indiscriminate rout in a moment.</p>
<p>Haley ran up and down, and cursed and swore and stamped miscellaneously.
Mr. Shelby in vain tried to shout directions from the balcony, and Mrs.
Shelby from her chamber window alternately laughed and wondered,—not
without some inkling of what lay at the bottom of all this confusion.</p>
<p>At last, about twelve o'clock, Sam appeared triumphant, mounted on Jerry,
with Haley's horse by his side, reeking with sweat, but with flashing eyes
and dilated nostrils, showing that the spirit of freedom had not yet
entirely subsided.</p>
<p>"He's cotched!" he exclaimed, triumphantly. "If 't hadn't been for me,
they might a bust themselves, all on 'em; but I cotched him!"</p>
<p>"You!" growled Haley, in no amiable mood. "If it hadn't been for you, this
never would have happened."</p>
<p>"Lord bless us, Mas'r," said Sam, in a tone of the deepest concern, "and
me that has been racin' and chasin' till the sweat jest pours off me!"</p>
<p>"Well, well!" said Haley, "you've lost me near three hours, with your
cursed nonsense. Now let's be off, and have no more fooling."</p>
<p>"Why, Mas'r," said Sam, in a deprecating tone, "I believe you mean to kill
us all clar, horses and all. Here we are all just ready to drop down, and
the critters all in a reek of sweat. Why, Mas'r won't think of startin' on
now till arter dinner. Mas'r's hoss wants rubben down; see how he splashed
hisself; and Jerry limps too; don't think Missis would be willin' to have
us start dis yer way, no how. Lord bless you, Mas'r, we can ketch up, if
we do stop. Lizy never was no great of a walker."</p>
<p>Mrs. Shelby, who, greatly to her amusement, had overheard this
conversation from the verandah, now resolved to do her part. She came
forward, and, courteously expressing her concern for Haley's accident,
pressed him to stay to dinner, saying that the cook should bring it on the
table immediately.</p>
<p>Thus, all things considered, Haley, with rather an equivocal grace,
proceeded to the parlor, while Sam, rolling his eyes after him with
unutterable meaning, proceeded gravely with the horses to the stable-yard.</p>
<p>"Did yer see him, Andy? <i>did</i> yer see him?" said Sam, when he had got
fairly beyond the shelter of the barn, and fastened the horse to a post.
"O, Lor, if it warn't as good as a meetin', now, to see him a dancin' and
kickin' and swarin' at us. Didn't I hear him? Swar away, ole fellow (says
I to myself ); will yer have yer hoss now, or wait till you cotch him?
(says I). Lor, Andy, I think I can see him now." And Sam and Andy leaned
up against the barn and laughed to their hearts' content.</p>
<p>"Yer oughter seen how mad he looked, when I brought the hoss up. Lord,
he'd a killed me, if he durs' to; and there I was a standin' as innercent
and as humble."</p>
<p>"Lor, I seed you," said Andy; "an't you an old hoss, Sam?"</p>
<p>"Rather specks I am," said Sam; "did yer see Missis up stars at the
winder? I seed her laughin'."</p>
<p>"I'm sure, I was racin' so, I didn't see nothing," said Andy.</p>
<p>"Well, yer see," said Sam, proceeding gravely to wash down Haley's pony,
"I 'se 'quired what yer may call a habit <i>o' bobservation</i>, Andy.
It's a very 'portant habit, Andy; and I 'commend yer to be cultivatin' it,
now yer young. Hist up that hind foot, Andy. Yer see, Andy, it's <i>bobservation</i>
makes all de difference in niggers. Didn't I see which way the wind blew
dis yer mornin'? Didn't I see what Missis wanted, though she never let on?
Dat ar's bobservation, Andy. I 'spects it's what you may call a faculty.
Faculties is different in different peoples, but cultivation of 'em goes a
great way."</p>
<p>"I guess if I hadn't helped your bobservation dis mornin', yer wouldn't
have seen your way so smart," said Andy.</p>
<p>"Andy," said Sam, "you's a promisin' child, der an't no manner o' doubt. I
thinks lots of yer, Andy; and I don't feel no ways ashamed to take idees
from you. We oughtenter overlook nobody, Andy, cause the smartest on us
gets tripped up sometimes. And so, Andy, let's go up to the house now.
I'll be boun' Missis'll give us an uncommon good bite, dis yer time."</p>
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