I have heard since that the cabinet-maker had a pre-sentiment that we were about to "make tracks for parts unknown;"but,not seeing me,his suspicions vanished,until he received the startling intelligence that we had arrived freely in a free State.
As soon as the train had left the platform,my master looked round in the carriage,and was terror-stricken to find a Mr.Cray--an old friend of my wife's master,who dined with the family the day before,and knew my wife from childhood--sitting on the same seat.
The doors of the American railway carriages are at the ends.The passengers walk up the aisle,and take seats on either side;and as my master was engaged in looking out of the window,he did not see who came in.
My master's first impression,after seeing Mr.
Cray,was,that he was there for the purpose of securing him.However,my master thought it was not wise to give any information respecting him-self,and for fear that Mr.Cray might draw him into conversation and recognise his voice,my master resolved to feign deafness as the only means of self-defence.
After a little while,Mr.Cray said to my master,"It is a very fine morning,sir."The latter took no notice,but kept looking out of the window.
Mr.Cray soon repeated this remark,in a little louder tone,but my master remained as before.
This indifference attracted the attention of the passengers near,one of whom laughed out.This,I suppose,annoyed the old gentleman;so he said,"I will make him hear;"and in a loud tone of voice repeated,"It is a very fine morning,sir."My master turned his head,and with a polite bow said,"Yes,"and commenced looking out of the window again.
One of the gentlemen remarked that it was a very great deprivation to be deaf."Yes,"replied Mr.Cray,"and I shall not trouble that fellow any more."This enabled my master to breathe a little easier,and to feel that Mr.Cray was not his pur-suer after all.
The gentlemen then turned the conversation upon the three great topics of discussion in first-class circles in Georgia,namely,Niggers,Cotton,and the Abolitionists.
My master had often heard of abolitionists,but in such a connection as to cause him to think that they were a fearful kind of wild animal.But he was highly delighted to learn,from the gentle-men's conversation,that the abolitionists were persons who were opposed to oppression;and therefore,in his opinion,not the lowest,but the very highest,of God's creatures.
Without the slightest objection on my master's part,the gentlemen left the carriage at Gordon,for Milledgeville (the capital of the State).
We arrived at Savannah early in the evening,and got into an omnibus,which stopped at the hotel for the passengers to take tea.I stepped into the house and brought my master something on a tray to the omnibus,which took us in due time to the steamer,which was bound for Charles-ton,South Carolina.
Soon after going on board,my master turned in;and as the captain and some of the passengers seemed to think this strange,and also questioned me respecting him,my master thought I had better get out the flannels and opodeldoc which we had prepared for the rheumatism,warm them quickly by the stove in the gentleman's saloon,and bring them to his berth.We did this as an excuse for my master's retiring to bed so early.
While at the stove one of the passengers said to me,"Buck,what have you got there?""Opodel-doc,sir,"I replied."I should think it's opo-DEVIL,"said a lanky swell,who was leaning back in a chair with his heels upon the back of another,and chewing tobacco as if for a wager;"it stinks enough to kill or cure twenty men.Away with it,or I reckon I will throw it overboard!"It was by this time warm enough,so I took it to my master's berth,remained there a little while,and then went on deck and asked the steward where I was to sleep.He said there was no place provided for coloured passengers,whether slave or free.So I paced the deck till a late hour,then mounted some cotton bags,in a warm place near the funnel,sat there till morning,and then went and assisted my master to get ready for breakfast.
He was seated at the right hand of the captain,who,together with all the passengers,inquired very kindly after his health.As my master had one hand in a sling,it was my duty to carve his food.
But when I went out the captain said,"You have a very attentive boy,sir;but you had better watch him like a hawk when you get on to the North.
He seems all very well here,but he may act quite differently there.I know several gentlemen who have lost their valuable niggers among them d----d cut-throat abolitionists."Before my master could speak,a rough slave-dealer,who was sitting opposite,with both elbows on the table,and with a large piece of broiled fowl in his fingers,shook his head with emphasis,and in a deep Yankee tone,forced through his crowded mouth the words,"Sound doctrine,captain,very sound."He then dropped the chicken into the plate,leant back,placed his thumbs in the armholes of his fancy waistcoat,and continued,"I would not take a nigger to the North under no consideration.
I have had a deal to do with niggers in my time,but I never saw one who ever had his heel upon free soil that was worth a d----n.""Now stranger,"addressing my master,"if you have made up your mind to sell that ere nigger,Iam your man;just mention your price,and if it isn't out of the way,I will pay for him on this board with hard silver dollars."This hard-featured,bristly-bearded,wire-headed,red-eyed monster,staring at my master as the serpent did at Eve,said,"What do you say,stranger?"He replied,"I don't wish to sell,sir;I cannot get on well with-out him."
"You will have to get on without him if you take him to the North,"continued this man;"for I can tell ye,stranger,as a friend,I am an older cove than you,I have seen lots of this ere world,and I reckon I have had more dealings with niggers than any man living or dead.I was once employed by General Wade Hampton,for ten years,in doing nothing but breaking 'em in;and everybody knows that the General would not have a man that didn't understand his business.So I tell ye,stranger,again,you had better sell,and let me take him down to Orleans.He will do you no good if you take him across Mason's and Dixon's line;he is a keen nigger,and I can see from the cut of his eye that he is certain to run away."My master said,"I think not,sir;I have great confidence in his fidelity.""FiDEVIL,"indignantly said the dealer,as his fist came down upon the edge of the saucer and upset a cup of hot coffee in a gentleman's lap.
(As the scalded man jumped up the trader quietly said,"Don't disturb yourself,neighbour;accidents will happen in the best of families.")"It always makes me mad to hear a man talking about fidelity in niggers.There isn't a d----d one on 'em who wouldn't cut sticks,if he had half a chance."By this time we were near Charleston;my master thanked the captain for his advice,and they all withdrew and went on deck,where the trader fancied he became quite eloquent.He drew a crowd around him,and with emphasis said,"Cap'en,if Iwas the President of this mighty United States of America,the greatest and freest country under the whole universe,I would never let no man,Idon't care who he is,take a nigger into the North and bring him back here,filled to the brim,as he is sure to be,with d----d abolition vices,to taint all quiet niggers with the hellish spirit of running away.These air,cap'en,my flat-footed,every day,right up and down sentiments,and as this is a free country,cap'en,I don't care who hears 'em;for Iam a Southern man,every inch on me to the back-bone.""Good!"said an insignificant-looking individual of the slave-dealer stamp."Three cheers for John C.Calhoun and the whole fair sunny South!"added the trader.So off went their hats,and out burst a terrific roar of irregular but con-tinued cheering.My master took no more notice of the dealer.He merely said to the captain that the air on deck was too keen for him,and he would therefore return to the cabin.
While the trader was in the zenith of his elo-quence,he might as well have said,as one of his kit did,at a great Filibustering meeting,that "When the great American Eagle gets one of his mighty claws upon Canada and the other into South America,and his glorious and starry wings of liberty extending from the Atlantic to the Pacific,oh!then,where will England be,ye gen-tlemen?I tell ye,she will only serve as a pocket-handkerchief for Jonathan to wipe his nose with."On my master entering the cabin he found at the breakfast-table a young southern military officer,with whom he had travelled some distance the pre-vious day.
After passing the usual compliments the conver-sation turned upon the old subject,--niggers.
The officer,who was also travelling with a man-servant,said to my master,"You will excuse me,Sir,for saying I think you are very likely to spoil your boy by saying 'thank you'to him.I assure you,sir,nothing spoils a slave so soon as saying,'thank you'and 'if you please'to him.The only way to make a nigger toe the mark,and to keep him in his place,is to storm at him like thunder,and keep him trembling like a leaf.Don't you see,when Ispeak to my Ned,he darts like lightning;and if he didn't I'd skin him."Just then the poor dejected slave came in,and the officer swore at him fearfully,merely to teach my master what he called the proper way to treat me.
After he had gone out to get his master's lug-gage ready,the officer said,"That is the way to speak to them.If every nigger was drilled in this manner,they would be as humble as dogs,and never dare to run away.
The gentleman urged my master not to go to the North for the restoration of his health,but to visit the Warm Springs in Arkansas.
My master said,he thought the air of Phila-delphia would suit his complaint best;and,not only so,he thought he could get better advice there.
The boat had now reached the wharf.The officer wished my master a safe and pleasant jour-ney,and left the saloon.
There were a large number of persons on the quay waiting the arrival of the steamer:but we were afraid to venture out for fear that some one might recognize me;or that they had heard that we were gone,and had telegraphed to have us stopped.However,after remaining in the cabin till all the other passengers were gone,we had our luggage placed on a fly,and I took my master by the arm,and with a little difficulty he hobbled on shore,got in and drove off to the best hotel,which John C.Calhoun,and all the other great southern fire-eating statesmen,made their head-quarters while in Charleston.
On arriving at the house the landlord ran out and opened the door:but judging,from the poul-tices and green glasses,that my master was an invalid,he took him very tenderly by one arm and ordered his man to take the other.
My master then eased himself out,and with their assistance found no trouble in getting up the steps into the hotel.The proprietor made me stand on one side,while he paid my master the attention and homage he thought a gentleman of his high position merited.
My master asked for a bed-room.The servant was ordered to show a good one,into which we helped him.The servant returned.My master then handed me the bandages,I took them down-stairs in great haste,and told the landlord my master wanted two hot poultices as quickly as possible.He rang the bell,the servant came in,to whom he said,"Run to the kitchen and tell the cook to make two hot poultices right off,for there is a gentleman upstairs very badly off indeed!"In a few minutes the smoking poultices were brought in.I placed them in white handker-chiefs,and hurried upstairs,went into my master's apartment,shut the door,and laid them on the mantel-piece.As he was alone for a little while,he thought he could rest a great deal better with the poultices off.However,it was necessary to have them to complete the remainder of the journey.
I then ordered dinner,and took my master's boots out to polish them.While doing so I en-tered into conversation with one of the slaves.Imay state here,that on the sea-coast of South Carolina and Georgia the slaves speak worse Eng-lish than in any other part of the country.This is owing to the frequent importation,or smug-gling in,of Africans,who mingle with the natives.
Consequently the language cannot properly be called English or African,but a corruption of the two.
The shrewd son of African parents to whom Ireferred said to me,"Say,brudder,way you come from,and which side you goin day wid dat ar little don up buckra"(white man)?
I replied,"To Philadelphia."
"What!"he exclaimed,with astonishment,"to Philumadelphy?""Yes,"I said.
"By squash!I wish I was going wid you!Ihears um say dat dare's no slaves way over in dem parts;is um so?"I quietly said,"I have heard the same thing.""Well,"continued he,as he threw down the boot and brush,and,placing his hands in his pockets,strutted across the floor with an air of independence--"Gorra Mighty,dem is de parts for Pompey;and I hope when you get dare you will stay,and nebber follow dat buckra back to dis hot quarter no more,let him be eber so good."I thanked him;and just as I took the boots up and started off,he caught my hand between his two,and gave it a hearty shake,and,with tears streaming down his cheeks,said:--"God bless you,broder,and may de Lord be wid you.When you gets de freedom,and sitin under your own wine and fig-tree,don't forget to pray for poor Pompey."I was afraid to say much to him,but I shall never forget his earnest request,nor fail to do what little I can to release the millions of unhappy bondmen,of whom he was one.
At the proper time my master had the poultices placed on,came down,and seated himself at a table in a very brilliant dining-room,to have his dinner.
I had to have something at the same time,in order to be ready for the boat;so they gave me my dinner in an old broken plate,with a rusty knife and fork,and said,"Here,boy,you go in the kitchen."I took it and went out,but did not stay more than a few minutes,because I was in a great hurry to get back to see how the invalid was getting on.On arriving I found two or three servants waiting on him;but as he did not feel able to make a very hearty dinner,he soon finished,paid the bill,and gave the servants each a trifle,which caused one of them to say to me,"Your massa is a big bug"--meaning a gentleman of distinction--"he is the greatest gentleman dat has been dis way for dis six months."I said,"Yes,he is some pumpkins,"meaning the same as "big bug."When we left Macon,it was our intention to take a steamer at Charleston through to Phila-delphia;but on arriving there we found that the vessels did not run during the winter,and I have no doubt it was well for us they did not;for on the very last voyage the steamer made that we intended to go by,a fugitive was discovered secreted on board,and sent back to slavery.However,as we had also heard of the Overland Mail Route,we were all right.So I ordered a fly to the door,had the luggage placed on;we got in,and drove down to the Custom-house Office,which was near the wharf where we had to obtain tickets,to take a steamer for Wilmington,North Carolina.When we reached the building,I helped my master into the office,which was crowded with passengers.
He asked for a ticket for himself and one for his slave to Philadelphia.This caused the prin-cipal officer--a very mean-looking,cheese-coloured fellow,who was sitting there--to look up at us very suspiciously,and in a fierce tone of voice he said to me,"Boy,do you belong to that gentleman?"I quickly replied,"Yes,sir"(which was quite correct).The tickets were handed out,and as my master was paying for them the chief man said to him,"I wish you to register your name here,sir,and also the name of your nigger,and pay a dollar duty on him."My master paid the dollar,and pointing to the hand that was in the poultice,requested the officer to register his name for him.This seemed to offend the "high-bred"South Carolinian.He jumped up,shaking his head;and,cramming his hands almost through the bottom of his trousers pockets,with a slave-bullying air,said,"I shan't do it."This attracted the attention of all the passengers.
Just then the young military officer with whom my master travelled and conversed on the steamer from Savannah stepped in,somewhat the worse for brandy;he shook hands with my master,and pre-tended to know all about him.He said,"I know his kin (friends)like a book;"and as the officer was known in Charleston,and was going to stop there with friends,the recognition was very much in my master's favor.
The captain of the steamer,a good-looking,jovial fellow,seeing that the gentleman appeared to know my master,and perhaps not wishing to lose us as passengers,said in an off-hand sailor-like manner,"I will register the gentleman's name,and take the responsibility upon myself."He asked my master's name.He said,"William Johnson."The names were put down,I think,"Mr.Johnson and slave."The captain said,"It's all right now,Mr.
Johnson."He thanked him kindly,and the young officer begged my master to go with him,and have something to drink and a cigar;but as he had not acquired these accomplishments,he excused him-self,and we went on board and came off to Wil-mington,North Carolina.When the gentleman finds out his mistake,he will,I have no doubt,be careful in future not to pretend to have an intimate acquaintance with an entire stranger.During the voyage the captain said,"It was rather sharp shooting this morning,Mr.Johnson.It was not out of any disrespect to you,sir;but they make it a rule to be very strict at Charleston.I have known families to be detained there with their slaves till reliable information could be received respecting them.If they were not very careful,any d----d abolitionist might take off a lot of valuable niggers."My master said,"I suppose so,"and thanked him again for helping him over the difficulty.
We reached Wilmington the next morning,and took the train for Richmond,Virginia.I have stated that the American railway carriages (or cars,as they are called),are constructed differently to those in England.At one end of some of them,in the South,there is a little apartment with a couch on both sides for the convenience of families and invalids;and as they thought my master was very poorly,he was allowed to enter one of these apartments at Petersburg,Virginia,where an old gentleman and two handsome young ladies,his daughters,also got in,and took seats in the same carriage.But before the train started,the gentle-man stepped into my car,and questioned me respect-ing my master.He wished to know what was the matter with him,where he was from,and where he was going.I told him where he came from,and said that he was suffering from a complication of complaints,and was going to Philadelphia,where he thought he could get more suitable advice than in Georgia.
The gentleman said my master could obtain the very best advice in Philadelphia.Which turned out to be quite correct,though he did not receive it from physicians,but from kind abolitionists who understood his case much better.The gentleman also said,"I reckon your master's father hasn't any more such faithful and smart boys as you.""O,yes,sir,he has,"I replied,"lots on 'em."Which was literally true.This seemed all he wished to know.He thanked me,gave me a ten-cent piece,and requested me to be attentive to my good master.I promised that I would do so,and have ever since endeavoured to keep my pledge.During the gentleman's absence,the ladies and my master had a little cosy chat.But on his return,he said,"You seem to be very much afflicted,sir.""Yes,sir,"replied the gentleman in the poultices.
"What seems to be the matter with you,sir;may I be allowed to ask?""Inflammatory rheumatism,sir.""Oh!that is very bad,sir,"said the kind gentleman:"I can sympathise with you;for I know from bitter experience what the rheumatism is."If he did,he knew a good deal more than Mr.Johnson.
The gentleman thought my master would feel better if he would lie down and rest himself;and as he was anxious to avoid conversation,he at once acted upon this suggestion.The ladies politely rose,took their extra shawls,and made a nice pillow for the invalid's head.My master wore a fashionable cloth cloak,which they took and covered him comfortably on the couch.After he had been lying a little while the ladies,I suppose,thought he was asleep;so one of them gave a long sigh,and said,in a quiet fascinating tone,"Papa,he seems to be a very nice young gentleman."But before papa could speak,the other lady quickly said,"Oh!dear me,I never felt so much for a gentleman in my life!"To use an American expression,"they fell in love with the wrong chap."After my master had been lying a little while he got up,the gentleman assisted him in getting on his cloak,the ladies took their shawls,and soon they were all seated.They then insisted upon Mr.Johnson taking some of their refreshments,which of course he did,out of courtesy to the ladies.
All went on enjoying themselves until they reached Richmond,where the ladies and their father left the train.But,before doing so,the good old Virginian gentleman,who appeared to be much pleased with my master,presented him with a recipe,which he said was a perfect cure for the inflammatory rheumatism.But the invalid not being able to read it,and fearing he should hold it upside down in pretending to do so,thanked the donor kindly,and placed it in his waistcoat pocket.
My master's new friend also gave him his card,and requested him the next time he travelled that way to do him the kindness to call;adding,"I shall be pleased to see you,and so will my daughters."Mr.Johnson expressed his gratitude for the prof-fered hospitality,and said he should feel glad to call on his return.I have not the slightest doubt that he will fulfil the promise whenever that return takes place.After changing trains we went on a little beyond Fredericksburg,and took a steamer to Washington.
At Richmond,a stout elderly lady,whose whole demeanour indicated that she belonged (as Mrs.
Stowe's Aunt Chloe expresses it)to one of the "firstest families,"stepped into the carriage,and took a seat near my master.Seeing me passing quickly along the platform,she sprang up as if taken by a fit,and exclaimed,"Bless my soul!there goes my nigger,Ned!"
My master said,"No;that is my boy."
