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“It would be no more than Christian；” said George； “let’s take him up and carry him on。”
“And doctor him up among the Quakers！” said Phineas； “pretty well； that！ Well； I don’t care if we do。 Here； let’s have a look at him；” and Phineas； who in the course of his hunting and backwoods life had acquired some rude experience of surgery； kneeled down by the wounded man； and began a careful examination of his condition。
“Marks；” said Tom； feebly； “is that you； Marks？”
“No； I reckon ’tan’t friend；” said Phineas。 “Much Marks cares for thee； if his own skin’s safe。 He’s off； long ago。”
“I believe I’m done for；” said Tom。 “The cussed sneaking dog； to leave me to die alone！ My poor old mother always told me ’t would be so。”
“La sakes！ jist hear the poor crittur。 He’s got a mammy； now；” said the old negress。 “I can’t help kinder pityin’ on him。”
“Softly； softly； don’t thee snap and snarl； friend；” said Phineas； as Tom winced and pushed his hand away。 “Thee has no chance； unless I stop the bleeding。” And Phineas busied himself with making some off…hand surgical arrangements with his own pocket…handkerchief； and such as could be mustered in the company。
“You pushed me down there；” said Tom； faintly。
“Well if I hadn’t thee would have pushed us down； thee sees；” said Phineas； as he stooped to apply his bandage。 “There； there；—let me fix this bandage。 We mean well to thee； we bear no malice。 Thee shall be taken to a house where they’ll nurse thee first rate； well as thy own mother could。”
Tom groaned； and shut his eyes。 In men of his class； vigor and resolution are entirely a physical matter； and ooze out with the flowing of the blood； and the gigantic fellow really looked piteous in his helplessness。
The other party now came up。 The seats were taken out of the wagon。 The buffalo…skins； doubled in fours； were spread all along one side； and four men； with great difficulty； lifted the heavy form of Tom into it。 Before he was gotten in； he fainted entirely。 The old negress； in the abundance of her compassion； sat down on the bottom； and took his head in her lap。 Eliza； George and Jim； bestowed themselves； as well as they could； in the remaining space and the whole party set forward。
“What do you think of him？” said George； who sat by Phineas in front。
“Well it’s only a pretty deep flesh…wound； but； then； tumbling and scratching down that place didn’t help him much。 It has bled pretty freely；—pretty much dreaned him out； courage and all；—but he’ll get over it； and may be learn a thing or two by it。”
“I’m glad to hear you say so；” said George。 “It would always be a heavy thought to me； if I’d caused his death； even in a just cause。”
“Yes；” said Phineas； “killing is an ugly operation； any way they’ll fix it；—man or beast。 I’ve seen a buck that was shot down and a dying； look that way on a feller with his eye； that it reely most made a feller feel wicked for killing on him； and human creatures is a more serious consideration yet； bein’； as thy wife says； that the judgment comes to ’em after death。 So I don’t know as our people’s notions on these matters is too strict； and； considerin’ how I was raised； I fell in with them pretty considerably。”
“What shall you do with this poor fellow？” said George。
“O； carry him along to Amariah’s。 There’s old Grandmam Stephens there；—Dorcas； they call her；—she’s most an amazin’ nurse。 She takes to nursing real natural； and an’t never better suited than when she gets a sick body to tend。 We may reckon on turning him over to her for a fortnight or so。”
A ride of about an hour more brought the party to a neat farmhouse； where the weary travellers were received to an abundant breakfast。 Tom Loker was soon carefully deposited in a much cleaner and softer bed than he had； ever been in the habit of ocomupying。 His wound was carefully dressed and bandaged； and he lay languidly opening and shutting his eyes on the white window…curtains and gently…gliding figures of his sick room； like a weary child。 And here； for the present； we shall take our leave of one party。
1 Ps。 73； “The End of the Wicked contrasted with that of the Righteous。”
Chapter 18
Miss Ophelia’s Experiences and Opinions
Our friend Tom； in his own simple musings； often compared his more fortunate lot； in the bondage into which he was cast； with that of Joseph in Egypt； and； in fact； as time went on； and he developed more and more under the eye of his master； the strength of the parallel increased。
St。 Clare was indolent and careless of money。 Hitherto the providing and marketing had been principally done by Adolph； who was； to the full； as careless and extravagant as his master； and； between them both； they had carried on the dispersing process with great alacrity。 Acomustomed； for many years； to regard his master’s property as his own care； Tom saw； with an uneasiness he could scarcely repress； the wasteful expenditure of the establishment； and； in the quiet； indirect way which his class often acquire； would sometimes make his own suggestions。
St。 Clare at first employed him ocomasionally； but； struck with his soundness of mind and good business capacity； he confided in him more and more； till gradually all the marketing and providing for the family were intrusted to him。
“No； no； Adolph；” he said； one day； as Adolph was deprecating the passing of power out of his hands； “let Tom alone。 You only understand what you want； Tom understands cost and come to； and there may be some end to money； bye and bye if we don’t let somebody do that。”
Trusted to an unlimited extent by a careless master； who handed him a bill without looking at it； and pocketed the change without counting it； Tom had every facility and temptation to dishonesty； and nothing but an impregnable simplicity of nature； strengthened by Christian faith； could have kept him from it。 But； to that nature； the very unbounded trust reposed in him was bond and seal for the most scrupulous acomuracy。
With Adolph the case had been different。 Thoughtless and self…indulgent； and unrestrained by a master who found it easier to indulge than to regulate； he had fallen into an absolute confusion as to meum tuum with regard to himself and his master； which sometimes troubled even St。 Clare。 His own good sense taught him that such a training of his servants was unjust and dangerous。 A sort of chronic remorse went with him everywhere； although not strong enough to make any decided change in his course； and this very remorse reacted again into indulgence。 He passed lightly over the most serious faults； because he told himself that； if he had done his part； his dependents had not fallen into them。
Tom regarded his gay； airy； handsome young master with an odd mixture of fealty； reverence； and fatherly solicitude。 That he never read the Bible； never went to church； that he jested and made free with any and every thing that came in the way of his wit； that he spent his Sunday evenings at the opera or theatre； that he went to wine parties； and clubs； and suppers； oftener than was at all expedient；—were all things that Tom could see as plainly as anybody； and on which he based a conviction that “Mas’r wasn’t a Christian；”—a conviction； however； which he would have been very slow to express to any one else； but on which he founded many prayers； in his own simple fashion； when he was by himself in his little dormitory。 Not that Tom had not his own way of speaking his mind ocomasionally； with something of the tact often observable in his class； as； for example； the very day after the Sabbath we have described； St。 Clare was invited out to a convivial party of choice spirits； and was helped home； between one and two o’clock at night； in a condition when the physical had decidedly attained the upper hand of the intellectual。 Tom and Adolph assisted to get him composed for the night； the latter in high spirits； evidently regarding the matter as a good joke； and laughing heartily at the rusticity of Tom’s horror； who really was simple enough to lie awake most of the rest of the night； praying for his young master。
“Well； Tom； what are you waiting for？” said St。 Clare； the next day； as he sat in his library； in dressing…gown and slippers。 St。 Clare had just been entrusting Tom with some money； and various commissions。 “Isn’t all right there； Tom？” he added； as Tom still stood waiting。
“I’m ’fraid not； Mas’r；” said Tom； with a grave face。
St。 Clare laid down his paper； and set down his coffee…cup； and looked at Tom。
“Why Tom； what’s the case？ You look as solemn as a coffin。”
“I feel very bad； Mas’r。 I allays have thought that Mas’r would be good to everybody。”
“Well； Tom； haven’t I been？ Come； now； what do you want？ There’s something you haven’t got； I suppose； and this is the preface。”
“Mas’r allays been good to me。 I haven’t nothing to complain of on that head。 But there is one that Mas’r isn’t good to。”
“Why； Tom； what’s got into you？ Speak out； what do you mean？”
“ night； between one and two； I thought so。 I studied upon the matter then。 Mas’r isn’t good to himself。”
Tom said this with his back to his master； and his hand on the door…knob。 St。 Clare felt his face flush crimson； but he laughed。
“O； that’s all； is it？” he said； gayly。
“All！” said Tom； turning suddenly round and falling on his knees。 “O； my dear young Mas’r； I’m ’fraid it will be loss of all—all—body and soul。 The good Book says； ‘it biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an adder！’ my dear Mas’r！”
Tom’s voice choked； and the tears ran down his cheeks。
“You poor； silly fool！” said St。 Clare； with tears in his own eyes。 “Get up； Tom。 I’m not worth crying over。”
But Tom wouldn’t rise； and looked imploring。
“Well； I won’t go to any more of their cursed nonsense； Tom；” said St。 Clare； “on my honor； I won’t。 I don’t know why I haven’t stopped long ago。 I’ve always despised it； and myself for it；—so now； Tom； wipe up your eyes； and go about your errands。 Come； come；” he added； “no blessings。 I’m not so wonderfully good； now；” he said； as he gently pushed Tom to the door。 “There； I’ll pledge my honor to you； Tom； you don’t see me so again；” he said； and Tom went off； wiping his eyes； with great satisfaction。
“I’ll keep my faith with him； too；” said St。 Clare； as he closed the door。
And St。 Clare did so；—for gross sensualism； in any form； was not the peculiar temptation of his nature。
But； all this time； who shall detail the tribulations manifold of our friend Miss Ophelia； who had begun the labors of a Southern housekeeper？
There is all the difference in the world in the servants of Southern establishments； acomording to the character and capacity of the mistresses who have brought them up。
South as well as north； there are women who have an extraordinary talent for command； and tact in educating。 Such are enabled； with apparent ease； and without severity； to subject to their will； and bring into harmonious and systematic order； the various members of their small estate；—to regulate their peculiarities； and so balance and compensate the deficiencies of one by the excess of another； as to produce a harmonious and orderly system。
Such a housekeeper was Mrs。 Shelby； whom we have already described； and such our readers may remember to have met with。 If they are not common at the South； it is because they are not common in the world。 They are to be found there as often as anywhere； and； when existing； find in that peculiar state of society a brilliant opportunity to exhibit their domestic talent。
Such a housekeeper Marie St。 Clare was not； nor her mother before her。 Indolent and childish； unsystematic and improvident； it was not to be expected that servants trained under her care should not be so likewise； and she had very justly described to Miss Ophelia the state of confusion she would find in the family； though she had not ascribed it to the proper cause。
The first morning of her regency； Miss Ophelia was up at four o’clock； and having attended to all the adjustments of her own chamber； as she had done ever since she came there； to the great amazement of the chambermaid； she prepared for a vigorous onslaught on the cupboards and closets of the establishment of which she had the keys。
The store…room； the linen…presses； the china…closet； the kitchen and cellar； that day； all went under an awful review。 Hidden things of darkness were brought to light to an extent that alarmed all the principalities and powers of kitchen and chamber； and caused many wonderings and murmurings about “dese yer northern ladies” from the domestic cabinet。
Old Dinah； the head cook； and principal of all rule and authority in the kitchen department； was filled with wrath at what she considered an invasion of privilege。 No feudal baron in Magna Charta times could have more thoroughly resented some incursion of the crown。
Dinah was a character in her own way； and it would be injustice to her memory not to give the reader a little idea of her。 She was a native and essential cook； as much as Aunt Chloe；—cooking being an indigenous talent of the African race； but Chloe was a trained and methodical one； who moved in an orderly domestic harness； while Dinah was a self…taught genius； and； like genius