Large green leaves covered the top of the tray, and these the body-servant alongside whisked away so that Vanderwater could see.And Roger Vanderwater, propped upon his elbow, saw.He saw the fresh, wonderful fruit lying there like precious jewels, and in the midst of it the arm of Tom Dixon as it had been torn from his body, well washed, of course, my brothers, and very white against the blood-red fruit.And also he saw, clutched in the stiff, dead fingers, the petition of his slaves who toiled in Hell's Bottom.
"Take and read," said the slave who could write.And even as the master took the petition, the body-servant, who till then had been motionless with surprise, struck with his fist the kneeling slave upon the mouth.The slave was dying anyway, and was very weak, and did not mind.He made no sound, and, having fallen over on his side, he lay there quietly, bleeding from the blow on the mouth.The physician, who had run for the palace guards, came back with them, and the slave was dragged upright upon his feet.But as they dragged him up, his hand clutched Tom Dixon's arm from where it had fallen on the floor.
"He shall be flung alive to the hounds!" the body-servant was crying in great wrath."He shall be flung alive to the hounds!"But Roger Vanderwater, forgetting his headache, still leaning on his elbow, commanded silence, and went on reading the petition.And while he read, there was silence, all standing upright, the wrathful body-servant, the physician, the palace guards, and in their midst the slave, bleeding at the mouth and still holding Tom Dixon's arm.And when Roger Vanderwater had done, he turned upon the slave, saying--"If in this paper there be one lie, you shall be sorry that you were ever born."And the slave said, "I have been sorry all my life that I was born."Roger Vanderwater looked at him closely, and the slave said--"You have done your worst to me.I am dying now.In a week I shall be dead, so it does not matter if you kill me now.""What do you with that?" the master asked, pointing to the arm; and the slave made answer--"I take it back to the pen to give it burial.Tom Dixon was my friend.We worked beside each other at our looms."There is little more to my tale, brothers.The slave and the arm were sent back in a cart to the pen.Nor were any of the slaves punished for what they had done.Indeed, Roger Vanderwater made investigation and punished the two overseers, Joseph Clancy and Adolph Munster.Their freeholds were taken from them.They were branded, each upon the forehead, their right hands were cut off, and they were turned loose upon the highway to wander and beg until they died.And the fund was managed rightfully thereafter for a time--for a time only, my brothers; for after Roger Vanderwater came his son, Albert, who was a cruel master and half mad.
Brothers, that slave who carried the arm into the presence of the master was my father.He was a brave man.And even as his mother secretly taught him to read, so did he teach me.Because he died shortly after from the pick-handle beating, Roger Vanderwater took me out of the slave pen and tried to make various better things out of me.I might have become an overseer in Hell's Bottom, but I chose to become a story-teller, wandering over the land and getting close to my brothers, the slaves, everywhere.
And I tell you stories like this, secretly, knowing that you will not betray me; for if you did, you know as well as I that my tongue will be torn out and that I shall tell stories no more.And my message is, brothers, that there is a good time coming, when all will be well in the world and there will be neither masters nor slaves.But first you must prepare for that good time by learning to read.There is power in the printed word.And here am I to teach you to read, and as well there are others to see that you get the books when I am gone along upon my way--the history books wherein you will learn about your masters, and learn to become strong even as they.
[EDITOR'S NOTE.--From "Historical Fragments and Sketches," first published in fifty volumes in 4427, and now, after two hundred years, because of its accuracy and value, edited and republished by the National Committee on Historical Research.]
