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STEP BY STEP;
TIDY'S WAY TO FREEDOM.
"Woe to all who grind
Their brethren of a common Father down!
To all who plunder from the immortal mind
Its bright and glorious crown!"
PUBLISHED BY THE
AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY,
28 CORNHILL, BOSTON.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1862, by
THE AMERICAN TRACT SOCIETY,
in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of
STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY H. O. HOUGHTON.
I. INTRODUCTION . . . . . . 5
II. THE BABY . . . . . 13
III. SUNSHINE . . . . . 24
IV. SEVERAL EVENTS . . . . 36
V. A NEW HOME . . . . . 43
VI. BEGINNINGS OF KNOWLEDGE . 50
VII. FRANCES . . . . . 62
VIII. PRAYER . . . . . 75
IX. THE FIRST LESSON . . . . 87
X. LONY'S PETITION . . . . . 95
XI. ROUGH PLACES . . . . . 105
XII. A GREAT UNDERTAKING . . 112
XIII. A LONG JOURNEY . . . . 127
XIV. CRUELTY . . . . . 137
XV. COTTON . . . . . 147
XVI. RESCUE . . . . . 154
XVII. TRUE LIBERTY . . . . 165
XVIII. CROWNING MERCIES . . . 174
OLD DINAH JOHNSON . . . . .
STEP BY STEP.
MY DEAR CHILDREN,--All of you who read this little book have doubtless
heard more or less of slavery. You know it is the system by which a
portion of our people hold their fellow-creatures as property, and doom
them to perpetual servitude. It is a hateful and accursed institution,
which God can not look upon but with abhorrence, and which no one
of his children should for a moment tolerate. It is opposed to every
thing Christian and humane, and full of all meanness and cruelty.
It treats a fellow-being, only because his skin is not so fair
as our own, as though he were a dumb animal or a piece of furniture.
It allows him no expression of choice about any thing, and no liberty
of action. It recognizes and employs all the instincts of the lower,
but ignores and tramples down all the faculties of his higher, nature.
Can there be a greater wrong?
It is said by some, in extenuation of this wrong, that the slaves are
well fed and clothed, and are kindly, even affectionately, looked after.
This is true, in some cases,--with the house-servants, particularly,--but,
as a general thing, their food and clothing are coarse and insufficient.
But supposing it was otherwise; supposing they were provided for
with as much liberality as are the working classes at the North,
what is that when put into the balance with all the ills they suffer?
What comfort is it, when a wife is torn from her husband, or a mother
from her children, to know that each is to have enough to eat?
None at all. The most generous provision for the body can not satisfy
the longings of the heart, or compensate for its bereavements.
They suffer, also, a constant dread and fear of change,
which is not the least of their torturing troubles.
A kind owner may be taken away by death, and the new one be harsh
and cruel; or necessity may compel him to sell his slaves,
and thus they may be thrown into most unhappy situations.
So they live with a heavy cloud of sorrow always before them,
which their eyes can not look through or beyond. There is no hope--
no EARTHLY hope--for this poor, oppressed race.
Their minds, too, are starved. No education, not even the least,
is allowed. It is a criminal offense in some of the States to teach
a slave to read. Now, if they could be made to exist without any
consciousness of intellectual capacity, it would not be so bad.
But this is impossible. They think and reason and wonder about
things which they see and hear; and, in many cases, feel an eager
desire to be instructed. This desire can not be gratified,
because it would unfit them for their servile condition;
therefore all teaching is rigidly denied them. The treasures
of knowledge are bolted and barred to their approach, and they are
kept in the utmost darkness and ignorance. Oh, to starve the mind!--
Is it not far worse than to starve the body?
There is yet another process of famishing to which the slaves
are subjected. They are not, as a general thing, taught by their
masters about God, the salvation of Jesus Christ or the way to heaven.
The SOUL is starved. To be sure, they pick up, here and there, a few
crumbs of religious truth, and make the most of their scanty supply.
Many of them truly love the Lord; and his unseen presence and joyful
anticipations of heaven make them submissive to their hardships,
and cheerful and faithful in their duties. But they can not thank
their masters for what religious light and knowledge they get.
And who are these that hold their fellow-creatures in such cruel bondage,
starving body, mind, and soul with such indifference and inhumanity?
We blush to tell you. Many of them are of the number of those
who profess to love the Lord their God with all the heart,
and their neighbor as themselves. Can it be possible that God's own
children can participate in such a wickedness; can buy and sell,
beat and kill, their fellow-creatures? Can those who have humbly
repented of sin, and by faith accepted of the salvation of Jesus Christ,
turn from his holy cross to abuse others who are redeemed by the same
precious blood, and are heirs to the same glorious immortality?
CAN such be Christians?
And, children, you probably all understand that slavery is the sole
cause of the sad war which is now ravaging our beloved country;
and Christian people are praying, not only that the war may cease,
but that the sin which has caused it may cease also. We believe
that God is overruling all things to bring about this happy result,
and before this little story shall meet your eyes, there may be no
more slaves within our borders. Still we shall not have written it
in vain, if it help you to realize, more clearly than you have done,
the sufferings and degradation to which this unfortunate class have
been subjected, and to labor with zeal in the work which will then
devolve upon us of educating and elevating them.
My story is not one of UNUSUAL interest. Thousands and ten of
thousands equally affecting might be told, and many far more romantic
and thrilling. What a day will that be, when the recorded history
of every slave-life shall be read before an assembled universe!
What a long catalogue of martyrs and heroes will then be revealed!
What complicated tales of wrongs and woes! What crowns and palms
of victory will then be awarded! What treasures of wrath heaped up
against the day of wrath will then be poured in fiery indignation
upon deserving heads! Truly, then, will come to pass the saying
of the Lord Jesus, "The first shall be last and the last first."
Then, too, will appear most gloriously the loving kindness and
tender mercy of God, who loves to stoop to the poor and humble,
and to care for those who are friendless and alone. It seems as if
our Heavenly Father took special delight in revealing the truths
of salvation to this untutored people, in a mysterious way leading
them into gospel light and liberty; so that though men take pains
to keep them in ignorance, multitudes of them give evidence of piety,
and find consolation for their miseries in the sweet love of God.
It is the dealings of God in guiding one of these to a knowledge
of himself, that I wish to relate to you in the following chapters.
IN a snug corner of a meager slave-cabin, on a low cot,
lies a little babe asleep. A scarlet honeysuckle of wild
and luxuriant growth shades the uncurtained and unsashed window;
and the humming-birds, flitting among its brilliant blossoms,
murmur a constant, gentle lullaby for the infant sleeper.
See, its skin is not so dark but that we may clearly trace the blue
veins underlying it; the lips, half parted, are lovely as a rosebud;
and the soft, silky curls are dewy as the flowers on this June morning.
A dimpled arm and one naked foot have escaped from the gay
patch-work quilt, which some fond hand has closely tucked
about the little form; and the breath comes and goes quickly,
as if the folded eyes were feasting on visions of beauty and delight.
Dear little one!
"We should see the spirits ringing
Round thee, were the clouds away;
'Tis the child-heart draws them, singing
In the silent-seeming clay."
Though that child-heart beats beneath a despised skin, though it
has its resting-place in a hovel, the angels may be there.
Their loving, pitying natures shrink not from poverty, but stoop
with heavenly sympathy to the mean abodes of suffering and misery.
A soft step steals in through the half-opened door, across the room,
and a fervent kiss is laid on the little velvet cheek.
Who is the intruder? Ah, who cares to watch and smile over
a sleeping infant, save its mother? Here, in this rude cabin,
is a mother's heart,--tender with its holy affections, and all aglow
with delight, as she gazes on the beautiful vision before her.
We must call the mother Annie. She had but one name, for she was a slave.
Like the horse or the dog, she must have some appellation by which,
as an individual, she might be designated; a sort of appendage
on which to hang, as it were, the commands, threats, and severities
that from time to time might be administered; but farther
than that, for her own personal uses, why did she need a name?
She was not a person, only a thing,--a piece of property belonging
to the Carroll estate.
But for all that, she was a woman and a mother. God had sealed her such,
and who could obliterate his impress, or rob her of the crown
he had placed about her head,--a crown of thorns though it were?
Her heart was as full of all sweet motherly instincts as if she
had been born in a more favored condition; and the swarthy
complexion of her child made it no less dear or lovely in her sight;
while a consciousness of its degradation and sad future served only
to deepen and intensify her love. She knew what her child was born
to suffer; but affection thrust far away the evil day, that she
might not lose the happiness of the present. The babe was hers,--
her own,--and for long years yet would be her joy and comfort.
Annie had other children, but they were wild, romping boys, grown out
of their babyhood, and so very naturally left to run and take care
of themselves. She had not ceased to love them, however, and would
have manifested it more, but for the idol, the little girl baby,
which had now for nearly a year nestled in her arms, and completely
possessed her heart. When they were hungry, they came like
chickens about her cabin-door, and being mistress of the kitchen,
she always had plenty of good, substantial crumbs for them;
and when they were sick, she nursed them with pitying care;
but this was about all the attention they received.
The baby engrossed every leisure moment she could command.
Many times a day she would pause in her work to caress it. She would
seat it upon the floor, amid a perfect bed of honeysuckle blossoms,
and bring the bright orange gourds that grew around the door
for its amusement. Sometimes a broken toy or a shining trinket,
which she had picked up in the house, or a smooth pebble from the yard,
would be added to the treasures of the little one. Then she would
come with food, the soft-boiled rice, or the sweet corn gruel,
she knew so well how to prepare; and often, often she would steal in,
as now, out of pure fondness, to watch its peaceful slumbers.
"Named the pickaninny yet?" asked the master one day, as he passed
the cabin, and carelessly looked in upon the mother and child
amusing themselves within. "'Tis time you did; 'most time to turn
her off now, you see."
"Oh, Massa, don't say dat word," answered the woman, imploringly.
"'Pears I couldn't b'ar to turn her off yet,--couldn't live
without her, no ways. Reckon I'll call her Tidy; dat ar's my
sister's name, and she's got dat same sweet look 'bout de eyes,--
don't you think so, Massa? Poor Tidy! she's"--and Annie stopped,
and a deep sigh, instead of words, filled up the sentence, and tears
dropped down upon the baby's forehead. Memory traveled back to that
dreadful night when this only sister had been dragged from her bed,
chained with a slave-gang, and driven off to the dreaded South,
never more to be heard from.
WE talk of the "sunny South;"--to the slave, the South is cold, dark,
and cheerless; the land of untold horrors, the grave of hope and joy.
"'Pears as if my poor old mudder," said Annie, brushing away
the tears, "never got up right smart after Tidy went away.
She'd had six children sold from her afore, and she set
stores by her and me, 'cause we was girls, and we was all she
had left, too. Tidy was pooty as a flower; and dat's just
what your fadder, Massa Carroll, sold her for. My poor mudder--
how she cried and took on! but then she grew more settled like.
She said she'd gi'n her up for de good Lord to take care on.
She said, if he could take care of de posies in de woods, he certain
sure would look after her, and so she left off groaning like;
but she's never got over that sad look in her face. 'Oh,' says she
to me, says she, 'Annie, do call dat leetle cretur's name Tidy,--
mebbe 'twill make my poor, sore heart heal up;' and so I will."
"So I would, Annie; yes, so I would," said the Master soothingly.
"So I would, if 'twill be any comfort to poor old Marcia,--clever old
soul she is. She was my mammy, and I was always fond of her. She has
trotted me on her knee, and toted me about on her back, many an hour.
I must go down to the quarters this very day, and see if she has
things comfortable. She's getting old, and we must do well by her
in her old age. And you, Annie, you mustn't mind those other things.
We mustn't borrow trouble. And we can't help it, you know;
and we mustn't cry and fret for what we can't help. What's the use?
It don't do any good, you see, and only makes a bad matter worse.
Must take things as they come, in this world of ours, Annie;"
and the Master thought thus to assuage the tide of bitter recollection
in the breast of his down-trodden bond-woman, and divert her mind
from the painful future before her and her darling child. In vain.
The tears still fell over the brow of the baby, flowing from the deep
fountain of sorrow and tenderness that springs forth only from
a mother's heart.
"Oh, Massa," she ventured timidly to say amid her sobs, "please don't
never part baby and me."
"Be a good girl, Annie," said he, "and mind your work,
and don't be borrowing trouble. We'll take good care of you.
You've got a nice baby, that's a fact,--the smartest little thing
on the whole plantation; see how well you can raise her now."
The fond heart of the trembling mother leaped back again to its
happiness at the praise bestowed upon her baby; and taking up
the little blossom, she laid it with pride upon her bosom, murmuring,
"Years of good times we'll have, sweety, afore sich dark days come,--
mebbe they'll never come to you and me."
Alas, vain hope! Scarcely a single year had passed, when one
day she came to the cot to look at the little sleeper, and lo,
her treasure was gone! The master had found it convenient,
in making a sale of some field hands, to THROW IN this infant,
by way of closing a satisfactory bargain.
None can tell, but those who have gone through the trying experience,
how hard it is for a mother to part with her child when God calls it
away by death. But oh, how much harder it must be to have a babe
torn away from the maternal arms by the stern hand of oppression,
and flung out on the cruel tide of selfishness and passion!
Let us weep, dear children, for the poor slave mothers who have
to endure such wrongs.
I will not undertake to describe the distress of this poor
woman when the knowledge of her loss burst upon her.
It was as when the tall tree is shivered by the lightning's blast.
Her strong frame shook and trembled beneath the shock; her eye
rolled and burned in tearless anguish, and her voice failed her
in the intensity of her grief. For hours she was unable to move.
Alone, uncomforted, she lay upon the earth, crushed beneath the weight
of this unexpected calamity.
"Leave her alone," said the master, "and let her grieve it out.
The cat will mew when her kittens are taken away. She'll get
over it before long, and come up again all right."
"Ye mus' b'ar it, chile," said Annie's poor, old mother,
drawing from her own experience the only comfort which could be
of any avail. "De bressed Lord will help ye; nobody else can.
I's so sorry for ye, honey; but yer poor, old mudder can't do noffin.
'Tis de yoke de Heavenly Massa puts on yer neck, and ye can't
take it off nohow till he ondoes it hissef wid his own hand.
Ye mus' b'ar it, and say, De will ob de bressed Lord be done."
But, trying as this separation was, it proved to be the first
link in that chain of loving-kindnesses by which this little
slave-child was to be drawn towards God. Do you remember this
verse in the Bible: "I have loved thee with an everlasting love;
therefore with loving kindness have I drawn thee"?
IF ever there was a sunshiny corner of slavery, it was that into
which a kind Providence dropped this little, helpless babe,
now but a little more than two years old.
It was a pleasant day in early spring when Colonel Lee alighted from
his gig before the family mansion at Rosevale, and laid the child,
as a present, at the feet of his daughter Matilda.
Miss Matilda Lee was about thirty years of age,--
as active and thrifty a little woman as could be found any
where within the domains of this cruel system of oppression.
Slavery is like a two-edged knife, cutting both ways. It not only
destroys the black, but demoralizes and ruins the white race.
Those who hold slaves are usually indolent, proud, and inefficient.
They think it a disgrace to work by the side of the negro,
and therefore will allow things to be left in a very careless,
untidy way, rather than put forth their energy to alter or improve them.
And as it is impossible for slaves, untaught and degraded as they are,
to give a neat and thrifty appearance to their homes, we, who have
been brought up at the North, accustomed to work ourselves,
assisted by well-trained domestics, can scarcely realize
the many discomforts often to be experienced in Southern houses.
But Miss Lee was unusually energetic and helpful, desirous of having
every thing about her neat and tasteful, and not afraid to do
something towards it with her own hands.
Being the eldest daughter, the entire charge of the family had
devolved upon her since the death of her mother, which had occurred
about ten years before. Within this time, her brothers and sisters
had been married, and now she and her father were all that were left
at the old homestead.
Their servants, too, had dwindled away. Some had been given to the sons
and daughters when they left the parental roof; some had died,
and others had been sold to pay debts and furnish the means of living.
Old Rosa, the cook, Nancy, the waiting-maid, and Methuselah,
the ancient gardener, were all the house-servants that remained.
So they lived in a very quiet and frugal way; and Miss Matilda's
activities, not being entirely engrossed with family cares,
found employment in the nurture of flowers and pets.
The grounds in front of the old-fashioned mansion had been laid out
originally in very elaborate style; and, though of late years they had been
greatly neglected, they still retained traces of their former splendor.
The rose-vines on the inside of the enclosure had grown over the low,
brick wall, to meet and mingle with the trees and bushes outside,
till together they formed a solid and luxuriant mass of verdure.
White and crimson roses shone amid the dark, glossy foliage
of the mountain-laurel, which held up with sturdy stem its own
rich clusters of fluted cups, that seemed to assert equality with
the queen of flowers, and would not be eclipsed by the fragrant
loveliness of their beautiful dependents. The borders of box,
which had once been trimmed and trained into fanciful points and
tufts and convolutions of verdure, had grown into misshapen clumps;
and the white, pebbly walks no longer sparkled in the sunlight.
Still Miss Matilda, by the aid of Methuselah, in appearance almost
as ancient as we may suppose his namesake to have been, found great
pleasure in cultivating her flower-beds; and every year, her crocuses
and hyacinths, crown-imperials and tulips, pinks, lilies, and roses,
none the less beautiful because they are so commonly enjoyed,
gave a cheerful aspect to the place.
Her numerous pets made the house equally bright and pleasant.
There was Sir Walter Raleigh, the dog, and Mrs. Felina, the great,
splendid, Maltese mother of three beautiful blue kittens; Jack and Gill,
the gentle, soft-toned Java sparrows; and Ruby, the unwearying
canary singer, always in loud and uninterpretable conversation with
San Rosa, the mocking-bird. The birds hung in the broad, deep window
of the sitting-room, in the shade of the jasmine and honeysuckle
vines that embowered it and filled the air with delicious perfume.
The dog and cat, when not inclined to active enjoyments,
were accommodated with comfortable beds in the adjoining apartment,
which was the sleeping-room of their mistress.
The new household pet became an occupant of this same room.
"Laws, now, Miss Tilda, ye a'n't gwine to put de chile in ther wid
all de dogs and cats, now. 'Pears ye might have company enough o'
nights widout takin' in a cryin' baby. She'll cry sure widout
her mammy, and what ye gwine to do thin?" and old Rosa stoutly
protested against the arrangement.
"Never mind, Aunt Rosa, don't worry now; I'll manage to take
good care of the little creature. I know what you're after,--
you want her yourself."
"Ho, ho ho! Laws, now, Miss Tilda, you dun know noffing 'bout babies;
takes an old mammy like me to fotch 'em up. Come here, child;
what's yer name?"
The frightened little one, whose tongue had not yet learned to utter
many words, made no attempt to answer, but stood timidly looking
from one to another of the surrounding group.
"She ha'n't got no name, 'ta'n't likely," suggested Nance.
"We must christen her, then," said Miss Lee.
"Carroll called her Tidy," remarked the old gentleman, entering the room
at that moment.
"DAT'S a name of 'spectability," said Rosa, with a satisfied air.
"'Tis my 'pinion chillen should allus have 'spectable names,
else they're 'posed on in dis yer world. Nudd's Tidy, now, dere's a
spec'men for yer. Never was no more 'complished 'fectioner dan she.
She knowed how to cook all de earth, she did. Hi! couldn't she
barbecue a heifer, or brile a cock's comb, jest as 'spertly as
Miss Tilda here broiders a ruffle. Right smart cretur she wor.
And so YE'RE a gwine to be, honey,--your old mammy sees it in de
tips ob yer fingers;" and Rosa caught up the child, and well-nigh
smothered it with all sorts of maternal fondnesses.
"Now Nance," continued the old negress, turning with an air
of authority to the tall, loose-jointed, reed-like maid,
"Now Nance, ye mind yer doin's in dese yer premises.
Don't ye go for to kick de young un round like as ef she cost
noffin'. Ef ye do, look out;" and she shook her turbaned head,
and doubled her fist in very threatening manner before the girl.
"Now we've got a baby in dis yer house, we'll see how de tings
is gwine for to go."
A baby in the Lee mansion did indeed inaugurate a new order
of things in the family. So young a servant they had not had for
many a day on the estate; and Rosa felt at once the responsibility
of her position, and played the mother to her heart's content.
All the care of the child's education seemed from that moment
to devolve upon her, notwithstanding Miss Lee's repeated assertions
that SHE designed to bring up the little one after her own heart,
and that Tidy should never wait upon any one but herself.
Between them both, Tidy had things pretty much her own way.
Such an infant of course could not be expected to comprehend the fact
that she was a slave, and born to be ruled over, and trodden under foot.
Like any other little one, she enjoyed existence, and was as happy
as could be all the day long. Every thing around her,--the chickens
and turkeys in the yard, the flowers in the garden, the kittens
and birds in the sitting-room, and the goodies in the kitchen,--
added to her pleasure. She frisked and gamboled about the house
and grounds as free and joyous as the squirrels in the woods,
and without a thought or suspicion that any thing but happiness
was in store for her. She not only slept at night in the room
of her mistress, but when the daily meals were served, the child,
seated on a low bench beside Miss Lee, was fed from her own dish.
So that, in respect to her animal nature, she fared as well as any
child need to; but this was all. Not a word of instruction of any
kind did she receive.
As she grew older, and her active mind, observing and wondering at
the many objects of interest in nature, burst out into childish questions,
"What is this for?" and "Who made that?" her mistress would
answer carelessly, "I don't know," or "You'll find out by and by."
Her thirst for knowledge was never satisfied; for while Miss Lee
was good-natured and gentle in her ways toward the child, she took
no pains to impart information of any kind. Why should she?
Tidy was only a slave.
Here, my little readers, you may see the difference between her
condition and your own. You are carefully taught every thing
that will be of use to you. Even before you ask questions,
they are answered; and father and mother, older brothers and sisters,
aunties, teachers, and friends are ready and anxious to explain to you
all the curious and interesting things that come under your notice.
Indeed, so desirous are they to cultivate your intellectual nature,
that they seek to stimulate your appetite for knowledge, by drawing
your attention to many things which otherwise you would overlook.
At the same time, they point you to the great and all-wise Creator,
that you may admire and love him who has made every thing for our
highest happiness and good.
But slavery depends for its existence and growth upon the ignorance
of its miserable victims. If Tidy's questions had been answered,
and her curiosity satisfied, she would have gone on in her investigations;
and from studying objects in nature, she would have come to study books,
and perhaps would have read the Bible, and thus found out a great
deal which it is not considered proper for a slave to know.
"We couldn't keep our servants, if we were to instruct them,"
says the slaveholder; and therefore he makes the law which constitutes
it a criminal offense to teach a slave to read.
But Tidy was taught to WORK. That is just what slaves are made for,--
to work, and so save their owners the trouble of working themselves.
Slaveholders do not recognize the fact that God designed us
all to work, and has so arranged matters, that true comfort
and happiness can only be reached through the gateway of labor.
It is no blessing to be idle, and let others wait upon us;
and in this respect the slaves certainly have the advantage
of their masters.
Tidy was an apt learner, and at eight years of age she could do up
Miss Matilda's ruffles, clean the great brass andirons and fender
in the sitting-room, and set a room to rights as neatly as any person
in the house.
SHALL I pause here in my narrative to tell you what became
of Annie and some of the other persons who have been mentioned
in the preceding chapters?
Tidy often saw her mother. Miss Lee used to visit Mr. Carroll's family,
and never went without taking Tidy, that the child and her mother
might have a good time together. And good times indeed they were.
When Annie learned that her baby had been taken to Rosevale,
that she was so well cared for, and that they would be able sometimes
to see one another, her grief was very much abated, and she began
to think in what new ways she could show her love for her little one.
She saved all the money she could get; and, as she had opportunity,
she would buy a bit of gay calico, to make the child a frock or an apron.
Mothers, you perceive, are all alike, from the days of Hannah,
who made a "little coat" for her son Samuel, and "brought it
to him from year to year, when she came up with her husband to the
yearly sacrifice," down to the present time. Nothing pleases them
more than to provide things useful and pretty for their little ones.
Even this slave-mother, with her scanty means, felt this same longing.
It did her heart good to be doing something for her child;
and so she was constantly planning and preparing for these visits,
that she might never be without something new and gratifying
to give her. In the warm days of summer, she would take her down
to Sweet-Brier Pond, a pretty pool of water right in the heart
of a sweet pine grove, a little way from the house, and Tidy would
have a good splashing frolic in the water, and come out looking
as bright and shining as a newly-polished piece of mahogany.
Her mother would press the water from her dripping locks, and turn
the soft, glossy hair in short, smooth curls over her fingers,
put on the new frock, and then set her out before her admiring eyes,
and exclaim in her fond motherly pride,--
"You's a purty cretur, honey. You dun know noffin how yer
mudder lubs ye."
Tidy remembers to this day the delightful afternoon thus spent
the very last time she went to see her mother, though neither of them
then thought it was to be the last. Mr. Carroll, Annie's master,
was very close in all his business transactions, never allowing,
as he remarked, his left hand to know what his right hand did.
He stole Tidy away, as we have already told you, from her mother;
and this was the way he usually managed in parting his slaves,
especially any that were much valued. He said it was "a
part of his religion to deal TENDERLY with his people!"
"'Tis a great deal better," said he, "to avoid a row.
They would moan and wail and make such a fuss, if they knew they
were to change quarters."
Humane man, wasn't he?
Mr. Carroll got into debt, and an opportunity occurring, he sold
Annie and her four boys. The bargain was made without the knowledge
of any one on the estate; and in the night they were transferred
to their new master. Nobody ever knew to what part of the country
they were carried.
When the news reached the ear of Marcia, Annie's mother, it proved to be
more than she could bear. Her very last comfort was thus torn from her.
When she was told of it, the poor, decrepit old woman fell from her
chair upon the floor of her cabin insensible. The people lifted her
up and laid her upon the bed, but she never came to consciousness.
She lay without sense or motion until the next day, when she died.
The slaves said, "Old Marcia's heart broke."
Thus little Tidy was left alone in the world, without a single relative
to love her. Didn't she care much about it? That happened thirty
years ago, and she can not speak of it even now without tears.
But she comforts herself by saying, "I shall meet them in heaven."
Annie may not yet have arrived at that blessed home; but Marcia has
rejoiced all these years in the presence of the Lord she loved,
and has found, by a glad experience, that the happiness of heaven
can compensate for all the trials of earth.
"For God has marked each sorrowing day,
And numbered every secret tear;
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here."
And now I must tell you of another death which occurred about this
same time. It was that of Colonel Lee. He had been a rich and a
proud man, and it would seem, that, like the rich man in the parable,
he had had all his good things in this life; and now that he had
come to the gates of death, he found himself in a sadly destitute
and lamentable condition. He was afraid to die; and when he came
to the very last, his shrieks of terror and distress were fearful.
His mind was wandering, and he fancied some strong being was binding
him with chains and shackles. He screamed for help, and even called
for Rosa, his faithful old servant, to come and help him.
"Take off those hand-cuffs," he cried; "take them off. I can not
bear them. Don't let them put on those chains. Oh, I can't move!
They'll drag me away! Stop them; help me! save me!"
But, alas! no one could save him. The man who had all his life
been loading his fellow-creatures with chains and fetters was now
in the grasp of One mightier than he, who was "delivering him
over into chains of darkness, to be reserved unto the judgment."
How dreadful was such an end!
"I would rather be a slave with all my sorrows," said Tidy, when she
related this sad story, "and wait for comfort until I get to heaven,
than to have all the riches of all the slaveholders in the world,
gained by injustice and oppression; for I could only carry them
as far as the grave, and there they would be an awful weight to drag
me down into torments for ever."
A NEW HOME.
AFTER Colonel Lee's death, which happened when Tidy was about
ten years old, the plantation and all the slaves were sold,
and Miss Matilda, with Tidy, who was her own personal property,
found a home with her brother. Mr. Richard Lee owned an estate
about twenty miles from Rosevale. His lands had once been
well cultivated, but now received very little attention,
for medicinal springs had been discovered there a few years before,
and it was expected that these springs, by being made a resort
for invalids and fashionable people, would bring to the family
all the income they could desire.
Mr. and Mrs. Lee were not very pleasant people. They were selfish
and penurious, and hard-hearted and severe towards their servants.
They no doubt were happy to have their sister take up her abode with them;
but there is reason to believe she was chiefly welcome on account
of the valuable little piece of property she brought with her.
Tidy was just exactly what Mrs. Lee wanted to fill a place in her family,
which she had never before been able to supply to her satisfaction.
She needed her as an under-nurse, and waiter-and-tender in general
upon her four children. Amelia, the eldest, was just Tidy's age,
and Susan was two years younger. Then came Lemuel, a boy of three,
and George, the baby.
Mammy Grace was the family nurse, but as she was growing old
and somewhat infirm, she required a pair of young, sprightly feet
to run after little Lemmy to keep him out of mischief, and to carry
the teething, worrying baby about. Tidy was just the child for her.
The morning after her arrival, Mrs. Lee instructed her in
her duties thus:--
"You are to do what Mammy Grace and the children tell you to.
See that Lemmy doesn't stuff things into his ears and nose;
mind you don't let the baby fall, and behave yourself."
She wasn't told what would be the consequence if she did not
"behave herself," but Tidy felt that she had something to fear from
that flashing eye and heavy brow. Miss Matilda had protected her,
as far as she was able, though without the child's knowledge,
by saying to her sister that she was willing her little servant should
be employed in the family, but that she was never to be whipped.
"You're mighty saving of your little piece of flesh and blood,"
said her sister-in-law. "I find it doesn't work well to be too tender;
they need a little cuffing now and then to keep them straight."
"Tidy is a good child," replied Miss Matilda. "She always does as she
is told, and I have never had occasion to punish her in my life;
and I can not consent to her being treated severely."
"We shall see," said Mrs. Lee; "but, I tell you, I take no impudence
from my hands."
Miss Matilda's stipulation and her constant presence in the family
no doubt screened Tidy from much that was unpleasant from her
new mistress; for if children or servants are ever so well inclined,
an ugly and easily excited temper in a superior will provoke
evil dispositions in them, and MAKE occasions of punishment.
But in this case the mistress was evidently held in check.
A knock on the head sometimes, a kick or a cross word, was the
greatest severity she ventured to inflict; so that, upon the whole,
the new home was a pleasant and happy one.
The services Tidy was required to render were a perfect delight to her.
Like all children, she liked to be associated with those of her
own age, and, though called a slave, to all intents and purposes
she was received as the playmate and companion of Amelia
and Susan. They were good-natured, agreeable little girls,
and it was a pleasure rather than a task to walk to and
from school, and carry their books and dinner-basket for them.
And to go into the play-house, and have the handling of the dolls,
the tea-sets, and toys, was employment as charming as it was new.
The nursery was in the cabin of Mammy Grace, which was situated
a few steps from the family mansion, and was distinguished from
the log-huts of the other slaves, by having brick walls and two rooms.
The inner room contained the baby's cradle, a crib for the little
one who had not yet outgrown his noon-day nap, her own bed,
and now a cot for Tidy. In the outer stood the spinning-wheel,--at
which the old nurse wrought when not occupied with the children,--
a small table, an old chest of drawers, and a few rude chairs.
Some old carpets which had been discarded from the house were
laid over the floors, and gave an air of comfort to the place.
One shelf by the side of the fireplace held all the china and plate
they had to use; for, you must know, little readers, that slave cabins
contain very few of the conveniences which are so familiar to you.
To assert, as some people do, that the negroes do not need them,
is simply to say that they have never been used to the common
comforts of life, and so do not know their worth.
Nevertheless, the place with all its scantiness of furniture was
a happy abode for Tidy, who found in Mammy Grace even a better mother
than old Rosa had been to her; for, besides being kind and cheerful,
she was pious, and from her lips it was that Tidy first heard the name
of God. Would you believe it? Tidy had lived to be ten years old
in this Christian land, and had never heard of the God who made her.
Miss Lee, with all her kindness, was not a Christian, and never read
the Bible, offered prayer, or went to church; so that the poor child
had grown up thus far as ignorant of religious truth as a heathen.
We may well consider then the providence of God which brought her
under the care of Mammy Grace, the negro nurse, as another link
in that golden chain of love which was to draw her up out of the shame
and misery of her abject condition to the knowledge and service
of her Heavenly Father.
BEGINNINGS OF KNOWLEDGE.
THE first day of the new service was over. The two babies had
been carried to the house and put to bed as usual at sunset,
and Mammy Grace had mixed the corn-pone for supper, and laid it
to bake beneath the hot ashes.
Tidy stretched herself at full length near the open door
of the cabin, and resting her head upon her hand looked out.
All was still save the hum of voices from the house, and now
and then the plaintive song of the whippoorwill in the meadow.
The new moon was just hiding its silvery crescent behind
Tulip Mountain, and the shadows were growing every moment
darker among the flower-laden trees that covered its sides.
It was just the hour for thinking; and as the weary child lay there,
watching the stars that, one by one, stepped with such strange,
noiseless grace out upon the clear, blue sky, soothed by the calm
influence that breathed through the beautiful twilight, she soon
forgot herself and her surroundings, and was lost in the mazes
of speculation and wonder. What were these bright spots that kept
coming thicker and faster over her head, winking and blinking
at her, as if with a conscious and friendly intelligence?
Who made them? what were they doing? where did they hide in the daytime?
If she could climb up yonder mountain, and then get to the top of those
tall tulip-trees, she was sure she could reach them, or, at least,
see better what they were. Were they candles, that some unseen hand had
lighted and thrust out there, that the night might not be wholly dark?
That could not be, for then the wind, which was fanning the trees,
would blow them out. How the little mind longed to fathom the mystery!
Once she had ventured to ask Miss Matilda what those bright specks
up in the sky were, and she answered, in an indifferent sort of way,
"Stars, you little silly goose,--why, don't you know? They are stars."
And then she was just about as wise and as satisfied as she
had been before.
She was so busy with her thoughts, that she did not perceive
Mammy Grace, as she drew the old, broken-backed rocking-chair up
to the door, and sitting down, with her elbows on her knees and her
head upon her hands, leaned forward, to discover, if possible,
what the child was so intently gazing at. She could discern no
object in the deep twilight; but, struck herself with the still
beauty of the scene, she exclaimed,--
"Pooty night, a'n't it? How de stars of heaben do shine!"
The voice disturbed Tidy in her reverie. Her first impulse was
to get up and walk away, that she might finish out her thinking
in some other place, where she could be alone. But the thought
flashed through her mind, that perhaps the kind-looking old nurse
at her side might be able to tell her some of the many things she
was so perplexed about; and, almost before she knew she was speaking,
she blurted out,--
"What's them things up thar?"
"Dem bright little shiny tings, honey, in de firm'ment? Laws, don'
ye know? Whar's ye lived all yer days, if ye don' know de stars
when ye sees 'em?"
"Who owns 'em? and what they stuck up ther for?" asked the child,
"Who owns 'em? Hi! dey's de property ob de Lord ob heaben, chile,
I reckons; and dey's put dar to gib us light o'nights. Jest see
'em shine! and what a sight of 'em dar is, too; nobody can't count
'em noway. And de Lord he hold 'em all in de holler ob his hand,"
said the old negress, shaping her great black palm to suit the idea;
"and he knows 'em all by name, too. Specs 'tis wonderful;
but ebery one ob dem leetle, teenty tings has got a name, and de
great Lord he 'members 'em ebery one."
Tidy's wonder was not at all diminished by what she heard;
and the questions she wanted to ask came up so fast in her mind,
she hardly knew which to utter first. What they were made out of,
how they came and went, what they meant by twinkling so,
were things she had long desired to know; but for the moment
these were forgotten in the burning, eager curiosity she had,
now that she had heard the name of their Maker, to know more of him,
and where he was to be found. Half rising from her former position,
and looking earnestly in the face of her humble instructor,
which was beaming with her own admiration of the glorious works
and power of the Lord, she exclaimed vehemently,--
"That Lord,--who's him? I's never heerd of him afore."
"Laws, honey, don' ye know? He's de great Lord of heaben and earf,
dat made you and me and ebery body else. He made all de tings ye sees,--
de trees, de green grass, de birds, de pigs,--dere's noffin dat
he didn't make. Oh, he's de mighty Lord, I tells ye, chile!
Didn't ye neber hear 'bout him afore?"
Tidy shook her head; she could hardly speak.
"Tell me some more," she said at last.
"Well, chile, dis great Lord he lib up in de heaben of heabens,
way up ober dat blue sky, and he sits all de time on a great trone,
and he sees ebery ting dat goes on down har in dis yer world.
Ef ye does any ting bad, he puts it down in a great book he's got,
and byme-by he'll punish de wicked folks right orful."
"Whip?" questioned Tidy.
"Whip! no; burn in de hot fire and brimstone for eber and for eber.
'Tis orful to be wicked, and hab de great Lord punish."
"I ha'n't done noffin," cried out Tidy, fairly trembling with terror.
"Laws, no,--course not, chile; ye's noffin but a chile, ye know;
but some folks does orful tings. But ye needn't be afeard, honey;
he's a good Lord, and lubs us all; and ef ye tries to be good,
and 'beys missus, and neber lies, nor steals, nor swars,
he'll be a good friend to ye. He'll make de sun to shine on yer,
and de rain to fall; and when ye dies, he'll take yer right up dar,
to lib wid him allus. There now, jest hark,--dat's old Si comin'
up de lane. Don' ye h'ar him singin'? He lubs de Lord,
he does, and he's allus a-singin'. Hark, now! a'n't it pooty?
Guess de pone's done by dis time;" and she shuffled to the fireplace,
to look after her cake.
Tidy, almost overwhelmed with the weight of knowledge that had been poured
in upon her inquiring spirit, and hardly knowing whether what she had
heard should make her glad or sorry, leaned back against the door-post,
and carelessly listened to the voice, as it came nearer and nearer.
In a minute the words fell with pleasing distinctness upon the ear.
"Dear sister, didn't you promise me
To help me shout and praise him?
Den come and jine your voice to mine,
And sing his lub amazin'.
I tink I hear de trumpet sound,
About de break of day;
Good Lord, we'll rise in de mornin',
And fly, and fly away,
On de mornin's wings, to Canaan's land,
To heaben, our happy home,
Bright angels shall convey our souls
To de new Jerusalem."
"Hallelujah, amen, bress de Lord. How is ye dis night, Mammy Grace?"
said a cheerful voice at the cabin-door.
"Ho! go 'long, Simon,--I knowed ye was comin'. Ye allus blows
yer trumpet 'fore yer gits here. Come in, help yerse'f to a
cha'r. Here, chile," addressing Tidy, "here's yer supper,--eat it now;
and don' ye neber let what I's telled ye slip out of yer 'membrance."
Which Tidy was not at all likely to do. She picked up the bread
which was thrown to her, and, munching it as she went along,
walked away to the pump to get a drink of water.
Children, when you rise in the morning and come down stairs to
the cheerful breakfast, or when you are called at noon and night,
to join the family circle again around a neatly-spread table,
did you ever think what a refining influence this single custom
has upon your life? The savage eats his meanly-prepared food
from the vessel in which it is cooked, each member of his household
dipping with his fingers, or some rude utensil, into the one dish.
He is scarcely raised above the cattle that eat their fodder at the crib,
or the dog that gnaws the bone thrown to him upon the ground.
And are the slaves any better off? They are neither allowed time,
convenience, or inducements to enjoy a practice, which is so
common with us, that we fail to number it among our privileges,
or to recognize its elevating tendency; and yet they are stigmatized
as a debased and brutish class. Can we expect them to be otherwise?
Who is accountable for this degradation? By what system have they
become so reduced? and have any suitable efforts ever been made
for their elevation?
Since I wrote this chapter, I have learned some things with regard
to the freed men at Port Royal, where so many fugitive slaves have
taken refuge during the war, and are now employed by Government,
and being educated by Christian teachers, which will make what I have
just said more apparent. Dr. French, who has labored among this people,
in a public address, drew a pleasing picture of the improvements
introduced into the home-life of the negroes,--how, as they began
to feel free, and earn an independent subsistence, their cabins
were whitewashed, swept clean, kept in order, and pictures and maps,
cut from illustrated newspapers, were pasted up on the walls
by the women as a decoration. He spoke of the rivalry in neatness
thus produced, and of the general elevating and refining effect.
On his representation, the commanding officers and the society
by whom he is employed permitted him to introduce into some
twenty-five of the cabins, on twenty-five different plantations,
what had never been known before,--a window with panes of glass.
To this luxury were added tables, good, strong, tin wash-basins,
and soap, stout bed-ticks, and a small looking-glass. The
effect of the father of the family, sitting at the head of his
new table, while his sable wife and children gathered around it,
and asking a blessing on the simple fare, was very touching.
Hitherto they had boiled their hominy in a common skillet,
and eaten it out of oyster-shells, when and wherever they could,
some in-doors and some outside, in every variety of attitude.
He said, also, that the ludicrous pranks of both old and young,
on eying themselves for the first time in the mirror, were quite amusing.
QUITE a number of children were gathered in the vicinity
of the pump, performing their usual antics, under the direction
and leadership of a girl larger and older than the rest,--
a genuine, coal-black, woolly-headed, thick-lipped young negro.
This was the daughter of Venus, the cook, and her appointment of service
was the kitchen. Full of fun, and nimble as an eel in every joint,
her various pranks and feats of skill were perfectly amazing,
and were received with boisterous applause by the rest of the group.
As she saw Tidy advancing, however, she ceased her evolutions, and,
turning to the others with a comic grimace, she bade them hold off,
while she held discourse with the new-comer.
"Her comes yer white nigger," she said, in a loud whisper,
"and I's boun' to gaffer de las' news;" and putting on a demure face,
she accosted the neatly-appareled child.
"Specs ye're a stranger in dese yer parts. What's yer name?"
"Tidy;--what's yourn?" was the ready response.
"Dey calls me France. Dey don't stop to place fandangles on to
names here. Specs dey'll call YOU Ti."
"I doesn't care; I's willin'," replied Tidy, good-naturedly.
"What's de matter wid yer? Been sick?" proceeded France, with a
roguish twinkle of the eye. "Specs you's had measles or 'sumption,--
yer's pale as deaf; and yer hair,--laws, sakes, it'll a'most stan'
alone! de kind's all done gone out of it."
"Never had much," said Tidy, laughing. "It's most straight, see;"
and she pulled one of the short ringlets out with her fingers.
"And I isn't sick, neither; 'tis my 'plexion."
"'Plexion!" repeated Frances, with a tone of derision;
"'tis white folks has 'plexion; niggers don't hab none.
Don't grow white skins in dese yer parts."
"White's as good as black, I s'pose, a'n't it?" answered Tidy,
diverted by the droll manners of her new acquaintance.
"I don't see no odds nohow."
"'Ta'n't 'spectable, dat's all. Brack's de fashion here on dis
yer plantation. 'Tis tough, b'ars whippin's and hard knocks.
Whew! Hi! Ke! Missus'll cut ye all up to slivers fust time."
"Does missus whip?"
"Reckon she does jest dat ting. Reckons you'll feel it right
smart 'fore you're much older. Hi! she whips like a driver,--
cuts de skin all off de knuckles in little less dan no time at all.
Yer'll see; make yer curl all up."
It was not a very pleasant prospect for Tidy, to be sure;
but, more amused than frightened, she went on with her inquiries.
"What does she whip ye for?"
"Laws, sake, for noffin at all; jest when she takes a notion;
jest for ex'cise, like. Owes me one, now," said the girl.
"I breaked de pitcher dis mornin', and, ho, ho, ho! how missus flied!
I runned and 'scaped her, though."
"She'll catch ye some time."
"No, she don't, not for dat score. Specs I'll dodge till she's
got suffin' else to tink about. Dat's de way dis chile fix it.
Shouldn't hab no skin leff, ef I didn't. Laws, now, ye ought
to seen toder day, when I's done stept on missus' toe.
Didn't do it a purpose, sartain true, ef ye do laugh,"
said she, shaking her head at the tittering tribe at her heels.
"Dat are leetle Luce pushed, and missus jest had her hand up to gib
Luce an old-fashioned crack on the head wid dat big brack key of hern.
Hi! didn't she fly roun', and forgot all 'bout Luce, a tryin'
to hit dis nig--and dis nig scooted and runned, and when missus'
hand come down wid de big key, thar warn't no nigger's head
at all thar--and missus was gwine to lay it on so drefful hard,
dat she falled ober hersef right down into de kitchen,
and by de time she picked hersef up, bof de nigs war done gone.
Ho, ho, ho! I tells ye she was mad enough ter eat 'em.
'Pears as ef sparks comed right out of dem brack eyes."
The girl's loud voice, as she grew animated in telling her exploits,
and the boisterous glee of her hearers, might have drawn the mistress
with whip in hand from the house, to inflict with double severity
the evaded punishment of the morning, but for the timely interference
of Venus, who, with her clean white apron and turbaned head,
majestically emerged from the kitchen, warning the young rebel
and her associates to clear the premises.
"Along wid yer, and keep yer tongue tween yer teeth, chile,
or you'll cotch it."
So Frances, drawing Tidy along with her, and followed by the whole troop,
turned into the lane that led down to the negro quarters, and as they
saunter along, I will tell you about her.
She was a fair specimen of slave children, full of the merry humor,
the love of fun and frolic peculiar to her race, with not a little
admixture of art and cunning. She was wild, rough, and boisterous,
one of the sort always getting into disgrace. She couldn't step
without stumbling, nor hold anything in her hand without spilling.
She never had on a whole frock, except when it was new, and her
bare feet were seldom without a bandage. She considered herself
one of the most unfortunate of creatures, because she met with so
many accidents, and had, in consequence, to suffer so much punishment;
and it was of no use to try to do differently, she declared,
for she "couldn't help it, nohow."
I have seen just such children who were not slaves, haven't you?
And I think I understand the cause of their misfortunes.
Shall I give you an inkling of it? It is because they are so
heedless and headlong in their ways, racing and romping about
with perfect recklessness. Don't you think now that I am right,
little reader, you who cried this very day, because you were always
getting into trouble, and getting scolded and punished for it?
You who are always tearing your frock and soiling your nice white apron,
spilling ink on your copy-book, and misplacing your geography,
forgetting your pencil and losing your sponge, and so getting
reproof upon reproof until you are heart-sick and discouraged?
I know what Jessie Smith's father told HER the other day.
"You wouldn't meet with so many mishaps, Jessie, if you didn't RUSH so."
Jessie tried, after that, to move round more gently and carefully,
and I think she got on better.
Frances was just one of these "rushing" children, but she
was good-natured, and Tidy was quite fascinated with her.
It was so new to have an associate of her own age too; and so it
came to pass that almost immediately they were fast friends.
Now, as they strolled along in the starlight, under the great
spreading pines which stood as sentinels here and there along
their path, Tidy drank in eagerly all her companion said,
and in a little while had gathered all the interesting points
of information concerning the place and the people. Frances told
her how hard and mean the master and mistress were, and how poorly
the slaves fared down at the quarters. Up at the house they made
out very well, she said; but not half so well as she and her mother
did when they lived out east on Mr. Blackstone's plantation.
Then she described the busy summer season, when hundreds of
people came there to board and drink the water of the springs.
Mr. Lee had built two long rows of little brick houses, she said,
down by the springs, where the people lived while they were here,
and there was a great dining cabin with long tables and seats,
and a barbecue hall, where they had barbecues, and then danced
all night long, and had gay times. And there was plenty of money
going at such times, for the people had quantities of money and gave
it to the slaves.
The negro quarters consisted of six log cabins, which had once
been whitewashed, but now were extremely wretched in appearance,
both without and within. It is customary on the plantations
of the South to have the houses of the negroes a little removed,
perhaps a quarter of a mile, from the family mansion.
Thus, with the exception of the house servants, who must be
within call, the slave portion of the family live by themselves,
and generally in a most uncivilized and miserable way.
In some cases their houses are quite neatly built and kept;
but it was not so on Mr. Lee's estate.
In front of these old huts was a spring, the water bubbling up
and running through a dilapidated, moss-covered spout, into a tub
half sunk in the earth, which in the daytime served as a drinking
trough for the animals, and a bathing-pool for the babies.
Brushwood and logs were lying around in all directions, and here and there
a fire was burning, at which the negroes were cooking their supper.
Dogs and a few stray babies were roaming about, seeming lonely
for want of the pigs and chickens which kept company with them
all day, but had now gone to rest. Boys and girls of larger growth
were rollicking and careering over the place, dancing and singing
and entertaining themselves and the whole settlement with their
jollities and noise.
Is it surprising, we must stop to ask, that the colored people are
a degraded class, when we consider the way in which the children live
from their very infancy. No work for them to do, nothing to learn,
nobody to care for them,--they are just left to grow and fatten
like swine, till they are in condition to be sold or to be broken
in to their tasks in the field. Utterly neglected, they contract,
of necessity, lazy and vicious habits, and it is no wonder they have
to be whipped and broken in to work as animals to the yoke or harness;
and no wonder that under such treatment for successive generations,
the race should become so reduced in mental and moral ability,
as to be thought by many incapable of ever reclaiming a position among
the enlightened nations of the earth. Oh, what a weight of guilt
have the people of our country incurred in allowing four millions
of those poor people to be so trodden down in the very midst of us!
When the children reached home again they found Mammy Grace's
cabin quite full of men and women, shouting, singing, and talking
in a way quite unintelligible to our little stranger.
After she had dropped upon her cot for the night, she lifted her
head and ventured to ask what those people had been about.
"Don' ye know, chile? We's had a praisin'-meetin'. We has 'em ebery week,
one week it's here, and one week it's ober to General Doolittle's,
ober de hill yonder. Ef ye's a good chile, honey, ye shall go wid
yer old mammy some time, ye shall."
"What do you do?" asked Tidy.
"We praises, chile,--praises de Lord, and den we prays too."
"Laws, chile, ye don't know noffin. Whar's ye been fotched up
all yer days? Why, when we wants any ting we can't git oursef,
nohow, we ask de Lord to gib it to us--dat's what it is."
That first day and evening in Tidy's new home was a memorable day
in her experience. It seemed as if she had been lifted up two
or three degrees in existence, so much had she heard and learned.
She had enough to think about as she lay down to rest, for the first
time away from Miss Matilda's sheltering presence.
As Tidy grew in stature she grew in favor also with those around her.
Spry but gentle in her movements, obedient, obliging, and apt
to learn, she secured the good-will of her master and mistress,
and the visitors that thronged to the place. If any little service
was to be performed which required more than usual care or expedition,
she was the one to be called upon to do it. It was no easy task
to please a person so fretful and impatient in spirit as Mrs. Lee,
yet Tidy, by her promptness and docility, succeeded admirably.
Still, with all her well-doing she was not able entirely to avoid
her harshness and cruelty.
One day, when she had been several months in Mrs. Lee's family,
she was set to find a ball of yarn which had become detached
from her mistress's knitting-work. Diligently she hunted
for it every-where,--in Mammy Grace's cabin, on the veranda,
in the drawing-room, dining-room, and kitchen, up-stairs, down-stairs,
and in the lady's chamber, but no ball was to be found.
The mistress grew impatient, and the child searched again.
The mistress became unreasonable and threatened, and the child
really began to tremble for fear of undeserved chastisement.
What could she do?
What do you think she did? I will tell you?
Ever since that first night with Mammy Grace, when Tidy had asked
her what it was to pray, and had been told, "When we wants any ting
we can't git oursefs, nohow, we asks de Lord to gib it to us,"
these words had been treasured in her memory; but as yet she had never
had an opportunity to put them to a practical use; for up to this
time she had not really wanted any thing. Her necessities were all
supplied even better than she had reason to expect; for in addition
to the plain but sufficient fare that was allowed her in the cabin,
she was never a day without luxuries from the table of the family.
Fruits, tarts, and many a choice bit of cake, found their way through
the children's hands to their little favorite, so that she had nothing
to wish for in the eating line. Her services with the children
were so much in accordance with her taste as to be almost pastime,
and the old nurse was as kind and good as a mother could be.
Never until this day had she been brought into a real strait;
and it was in this emergency that she thought to put Mammy Grace's
suggestion to the test. She had attended the weekly prayer
or "praisin'-meetin's" as they were called, and observed that
when the men and women prayed, they seemed to talk in a familiar
way with this invisible Lord; and she determined to do the same.
As she went out for the third time from the presence of her mistress,
downcast and unhappy, she thought that if she only had such eyes
as the Lord had, which Mammy Grace repeatedly told her were
in every place, considering every little thing in the earth,
she would know just where to go to find the missing ball.
At that thought something seemed to whisper, "Pray."
She darted out of the door, ran across the yard, making her way
as speedily as possible to the only retired spot she knew of.
This was a deep gully at the back of the house, through which a tiny
stream of water crept, just moistening the roots of the wild
cherry and alder bushes which grew there in great abundance,
and keeping the grass fresh and green all the summer long.
No one ever came to this spot excepting now and then the laundress
with a piece of linen to bleach, or the children to play hide-and-seek
of a moonlight evening. Here she fell upon her knees, and lifting
up her hands as she had seen others do, she said,--
"Blessed Lord, I want to find missus' ball of yarn, and I can't.
You know whar 'tis. Show me, so I sha'n't get cracks over my head
with the big key. Hallelujah, amen."
She didn't know, innocent child, what this "Hallelujah, amen,"
meant; but she remembered that Uncle Simon always ended in that way,
and she supposed it had something important to do with the prayer.
So she uttered it with a feeling of great satisfaction,
as though that capped the climax of her duty, and put the seal
of acceptance on her petition; and then she got up and walked away,
as sure as could be that the ball would be forthcoming.
I dare say she expected to see it rolling out before her from some
unthought-of corner as she went along.
Do not laugh at the poor little slave girl, children, or ridicule
the idea of her taking such a small thing to the Lord. If you,
and older people too, were in the habit of carrying all your
little troubles to the throne of grace, I am sure you would find
help that you little dream of. If the Lord in his greatness
regards the little sparrows, so that not one of them shall fall
to the ground without his notice, and if he numbers the hairs
of our heads, surely there is nothing that can give us uneasiness
of mind or sorrow of heart too small to commend to his notice.
I wish we might all follow Tidy's example, and I have no doubt
that our heavenly Father, who is quite willing to have his words
and his love tested, would answer us as he did her.
She went directly to the house, carefully looking this way and that,
as if expecting, as I said, that the ball would suddenly appear
before her,--of course it did not,--and passing across the veranda,
entered the hall. A great, old-fashioned, eight-day clock,
like the pendulum that hung in the farmer's kitchen so long,
and got tired of ticking, I imagine, stood in one corner.
Just at the foot of this, Tidy saw a white string protruding.
She forgot for the moment what she was hunting after,
and stooped to pick up the string. She pulled at it, but it
seemed to catch in something and slipped through her fingers.
She pulled again, when lo and behold! out came the ball of yarn.
Didn't her eyes sparkle? Didn't her hands twitch with excitement,
as she picked it up and carried it to her mistress?
So much for praying, said she to herself; I shall know what to do
the next time I get into trouble.
The next time the affair proved a more serious one.
It was no less than a search for Frances, who had again been guilty
of some misdemeanor, and had hidden herself away to escape punishment.
On the second day of her absence, Mrs. Lee called Tidy,
and instructed her to search for the girl, with the assurance
that if she didn't find her, she herself should get the whipping.
It was no very pleasant prospect for Tidy, but she set to her
task earnestly. A half-day she spent going over the premises,--
the house, the out-buildings, the quarters, and the pine-woods opposite;
but the girl was not to be found.
Afraid to come and report her want of success, for a while she
was quite in despair; until again she bethought herself of prayer,
and out she ran to the gully. There she cried,--
"Lord, I's very anxious to find France. I'll thank you to show
me whar she is, and make missus merciful, so she sha'n't lash
neither one of us. Oh, if I could only find France. Blessed Lord,
you can help me find her" ----
She was pleading very earnestly when a voice suddenly interrupted her,
and there, at her side, stood the girl.
"Who's dat ar you's conbersin wid 'bout me, little goose?" asked Frances.
"Oh, France," cried Tidy in delight, "whar was you? Missus set
me lookin' for yer, and she said she'd whip all the skin off me,
if I didn't find yer. Whar's you been?"
"Laws, you nummy, ye don't specs now I's gwine to let all dis yer
plantation know dat secret. Ho, ho, ho! If I telled, I couldn't
go dar 'gin no way. I's comed here for my dinner, caus specs dis
chile can't starve nohow. See, my mudder knows whar to put de bones
for dis yer chile," and pushing aside the bushes, she displayed
an ample supply of eatables, which she fell to devouring greedily.
Tidy had to reason long and stoutly with the refractory
girl before she could persuade her to return to the house;
and when she accomplished her purpose, she was probably not aware
of the real motive that wrought in that dark, stupid negro mind.
It was not the fear of an increased punishment, if she remained
longer absent,--it was not the faint hope that Tidy held up,
that if she humbly asked her mistress's pardon, she might be forgiven,--
but the thought that if she did not at once return, Tidy must suffer
in her stead, was too much for her. She was, notwithstanding her
black skin and rude nature, too generous to allow that.
So the two wended their way to the kitchen in great trepidation,
and Tidy, stepping round to the sitting-room, timidly informed
her mistress of the arrival, adding in most beseeching manner,
"Please, Missus, don't whip her, 'caus she's so sorry."
"You mind your own business, little sauce-box, or you'll catch it too.
When I want your advice, I'll come for it," and seizing her whip
which she kept on a shelf close by, she proceeded to the kitchen.
Miss Matilda followed, determined to see that justice was done
to one at least.
The poor frightened girl fell on her knees.
"Oh, Missus," she cried, "dear Missus, do 'scuse me.
I'll neber do dat ting over 'gin! I'll neber run away 'gin!
I'll neber do noffin! Oh, Missus, please don't, oh, dear,"--
as notwithstanding the appeal, the angry blow fell. Before another
could descend, Miss Matilda laid her hand upon her sister's arm.
"Excuse the girl, Susan," she said, gently, "excuse her just this once,
and give her a trial. See if she won't do better."
It was very hard, for it was contrary to her nature, for Mrs. Lee
to show mercy. However, she did yield, and after a very severe
reprimand to the culprit, and a very unreasonable, angry speech
to Tidy, who, to to [sic] her thinking, had become implicated in Frances'
guilt, she dismissed them both from her presence,--the one chuckling
over her fortunate escape, and the other querying in her mind,
whether or no this unhoped-for mercy was another answer to prayer.
Miss Matilda made a remark as they retired, which Tidy heard,
whether it was designed for her ear or not.
"I always have designed to give that child her liberty when she
is old enough; and if any thing prevents my doing so, I hope she
will take it herself."
Take her liberty! What did that mean? Tidy laid up the saying,
and pondered it in her heart.
Does any one of our little readers ask why Miss Matilda did
not free the child then? Tidy's services paid her owner's board
at her brother's house, and she couldn't afford to give away her
very subsistence; COULD SHE?
THE FIRST LESSON.
THE walk to school was a very delightful one, and as the trio
trudged over the road from day to day, chattering like magpies,
laughing, singing, shouting, and dancing in the exuberance
of childish glee, all seemed equally light-hearted and joyous.
Even the little slave who carried the books which she was unable to read,
and the basket of dinner of which she could not by right partake,
with a keen eye for the beautiful, and a sensitive heart to
appreciate nature, could not apparently have been more happy,
if her condition had been reversed, and she had been made the served
instead of the servant.
The way for half a mile lay through a dense pine-wood,--the tall
trees rising like stately pillars in some vast temple filled with
balsamic incense, and floored with a clean, elastic fabric, smooth as
polished marble, over which the little feet lightly and gayly tripped.
In the central depths where the sun's rays never penetrated,
and the fallen leaves lay so thickly on the ground, no flowers
could grow, but on the outer edges spring lavished her treasures.
The trailing arbutus added new fragrance to the perfumed air,
frail anemones trembled in the wind, and violets flourished in the shade.
The blood-root lifted its lily-white blossoms to the light, and the
cream-tinted, fragile bells of the uvu-laria nestled by its side.
Passing the wood and its embroidered flowery border, a brook
ran across the road. The rippling waters were almost hidden
by the bushes which grew upon its banks, where the wild honeysuckle
and touch-me-not, laurels and eglantine, mingled their beautiful
blossoms, and wooed the bee and humming-bird to their gay bowers.
Over this stream a narrow bridge led directly to the school-house;
but the homeward side was so attractive, that the children
always tarried there until they saw the teacher on the step,
or heard the little bell tinkling from the door. Tidy remained
with them till the last minute, and there her bright face might
invariably be seen when school was dismissed in the afternoon.
A large flat rock between the woods and the flowery edges of Pine Run
was the place of rendezvous.
One summer's morning they were earlier than usual, and emerging
from the woods, warm and weary with their long walk, they threw
themselves down upon the rock over which in the early day,
the shadows of the trees refreshingly fell. Amelia turned her face
toward the Run, and lulled by the gentle murmuring of the water,
and the humming of the insects, was soon quietly asleep;
Susie, with an apron full of burs, was making furniture for
the play-house which they were arranging in a cleft of the rock;
and Tidy, who carried the books, was busily turning over the leaves
and amusing herself with the pictures.
"My sakes!" she exclaimed presently, "what a funny cretur!
See that great lump on his back!" and she pointed with her
finger to the picture of a camel. "Miss Susie! what IS that?
Is it a lame horse?"
"Why no, Tidy, that's a camel; 'tisn't a horse at all.
I was reading that very place yesterday,--let me see,"
and taking the book she read very intelligently a brief account
of the wonderful animal.
"How queer!" said Tidy, deeply interested. "And is there something
in this book about all the pictures?"
"Yes," answered Susie, "if you could only read now, you would
know about every one. See here, on the next page is an elephant;
see his great tusks and his monstrous
[illustration omitted] long trunk," and the child read to her
attentive listener of another of the wonders of creation.
"How I wish I could read,--why can't I?" asked Tidy;
and the little colored face was turned up full of animation.
"I don't b'lieve but I could learn as well as you."
"Why of course you could," answered Amelia, who had risen
quite refreshed by her short nap. "I don't see why not.
You can't go to school you know, because mother wants you to work;
but I could teach you just as well as not."
"Oh, could you? will you?--do begin!" cried the eager child.
"Oh, Miss Mely, if you only would, I'd do any thing for you."
"Look here," said Amelia, seizing the book from her sister's hands,
and by virtue of superior age, constituting herself the teacher;
"do you see those lines?" and she pointed to the columns of letters
on the first page.
"Yes," said the ready pupil, all attention.
"Well, those are letters,--the alphabet, they call it.
Every one of them has got a name, and when you have learned to know
them all perfectly, so that you can call them all right wherever
you see 'em, why, then you can read any thing."
"Any thing?" asked Tidy in amazement.
"Yes, any thing,--all kinds of books and papers and the Bible
and every thing."
"I can learn THEM, I's sure I can," said Tidy. "Le's begin now."
"Well, you see that first one,--that's A. You see how it's made,--
two lines go right up to a point, and then a straight one across.
Now say, what is it?"
"Yes; and now the next one,--that's B. There's a straight line
down and two curves on the front. What's that?"
"Now you must remember those two,--I sha'n't tell you any more
this morning, and I shall make you do just as Miss Agnes used to make me.
Miss Agnes was our governess at home before we came here to school.
She made me take a newspaper,--see, here's a piece,--and prick
the letters on it with a pin. Now you take this piece of paper,
and prick every A and every B that you can find on it, and to-morrow
I'll show you some more."
Just then the bell sounded from the schoolhouse, and Amelia and Susan
went to their duties, but not with half so glad a heart as Tidy
set herself to hers. Down she squatted on the rock, and did not
leave the place till her first task was successfully accomplished,
and the precious piece of perforated paper safely stowed away
for Amelia's inspection.
Day after day this process was repeated, until all the letters
great and small had been learned; and now for the more difficult
work of putting them together. There seemed to be but one step
between Tidy and perfect happiness. If she could only have a
hymn-book and know how to read it, she would ask nothing more.
She didn't care so much about the Bible. If she had known, as you do,
children, that it is God's word, no doubt she would have been anxious
to learn what it contained. But this truth she had never heard,
and therefore all her desires were centered in the hymn-book,
in which were stored so many of those precious and beautiful hymns
which she loved so much to hear Uncle Simon repeat and sing.
Would she ever be so happy as to be able to sing them from her own book?
BUT, ah! this is a world of disappointment, and it almost always
happens that if we attain any real good, we have to toil for it.
Tidy's path was not to continue as smooth and pleasant as it had been.
Mr. and Mrs. Lee, by some untoward accident, found out what was
going on, and at once expounded the law and the necessities
of the case to their children, forbidding them in the most
peremptory manner, and on penalty of the severest chastisement,
ever to attempt again to give Tidy or any other slave a lesson.
What the punishment was with which they were threatened she never knew,
for the little girls never dared even to speak upon the subject;
but she knew it must be something very dreadful, and though this
was a most cruel blow to her expectations, she loved them too
well to bring them into the slightest danger on her own account.
So she never afterwards alluded to the subject.
Her first impulse was to give up all for lost, and to sit down and weep
despairingly over her disappointment; but she was of too hopeful
a disposition to do so.
"I knows the letters," said she to herself, "and I specs I can
learn myself. I can SCRAMBLE ALONG, some way."
Scrambling indeed! I wonder if any of you, little folks, would be
willing to undertake it.
In her trouble she did not forget the strong hold to which she
had learned to resort in trouble. She PRAYED about it every day,
morning, noon, and night. Indeed the words "Lord, help me learn
to read," were seldom out of her heart. Even when she did not
dare to utter them with her lips, they were mentally ejaculated.
Hers was indeed an unceasing prayer.
"Come chile," said Mammy Grace, one evening in the cool,
frosty autumn, as Tidy was hovering over the embers, eating her
corn-bread, "put on de ole shawl, and we'll tote ober de hills to
Massa Bertram's. De meetin's dare dis yer night, and Si's gwine to go.
Come, honey, 'tis chill dis ebening, and de walk'll put the warmf
right smart inter ye;" and they started off at a quick pace,
over the hills, through the woods, down the lanes, and across
little brooks, the pale, cold moonlight streaming across their path,
and the warm sunlight of divine peace and favor enlivening
their hearts as they went on, making nothing at all of a walk
of three miles to sing and pray in company with Christian friends.
Would WE take as much pains to attend a prayer-meeting?
It was not the customary place of meeting, and the people for the most
part were strangers. One party had come by special invitation,
to see a new PIECE OF PROPERTY which had just arrived upon the place,--
a piece of property that thought, and felt, and moved, and walked,
like a thing of life; that loved and feared the Lord, and sung and
prayed like any Christian. What wonderful qualities slaveholders'
The woman, whose name was Apollonia, familiarly called Lony,
was a tall, gaunt, square-built negress, with a skin so black
and shining, and her limbs so rigid, that she might almost have been
mistaken for one of those massive statues we sometimes see carved
out of the solid anthracite. A bright yellow turban on her head rose
in shape like an Egyptian pyramid, adding to her extraordinary hight,
and strangely contrasting with her black, thick, African features.
Altogether her appearance would have been formidable and repelling,
but for a look in her eye like the clear shining after rain,
and a tranquil, peaceful expression which had over-spread her hard visage.
Tidy was overawed and fascinated by the gigantic figure,
and when, after a few minutes of sacred silence, the new comer,
who seemed accepted as the presiding spirit of the occasion,
commenced singing, she was more than usually interested and attentive.
The words were not familiar to the company, so that none could join,
and the deep monotone of the woman, at first low, and by degrees becoming
louder and more animated, made every word distinct and impressive.
"I was but a youth when first I was called on,
To think of my soul and the state I was in;
I saw myself standing from God a great distance,
And betwixt me and him was a mountain of Sin.
"Old Satan declared that I had been converted,
Old Satan persuaded me I was too young;
And before my days ended that I would grow tired,
And I'd wish that I'd never so early begun."
"But, praise de Lord," exclaimed the woman, stopping short in her hymn,
and rising suddenly to her feet, "I habn't growed tired yet,
and I's been walkin in de ways of goodness forty years and more.
De Lord, he is good,--I knows he is, for I's tried him and found
him out, and I's neber tired o' praisin him. Bress de Lord! He's new
to me ebery mornin, and fresh as de coolin waters ebery ebening.
Praise de Lord! Hallelujah! When I was a chile, I use to make
massa's boys mad so's to hear 'em swar. It pleased dis wicked cretur
to hear de fierce swarrin'. One day I went to de garden behind de
house to git de water-melons for dinner, and I heerd a voice.
'Pears 'twas like a leetle, soft voice, but I couldn't see
nobody nowhar dat spoke, and it said, 'Lony, Lony, don't yer
make dem boys swar no more, ef ye do, ye'll lose yer soul.'
I looked all roun and roun, for I was skeered a'most to deff,
but I couldn't see nobody, and den I know'd 'twas a voice from heaben,
for I'd heerd o' sich, and I says, 'No, Lord, no, I won't.'
I didn't know den what de SOUL was, or what a drefful ting
'twas to lose it; but I knowd it mus mean suffin orful.
So I began to consider all de time 'bout de soul. Byme-by a Baptis'
min'ster comed to de place, and massa and missus was converted.
Den dey let us hab meetin's and de clersh'- man he comed and talked to us.
I didn't comperhend much he said, 'caus I was young and foolish;
but he telled a good many times 'bout dat ef we want to save
our souls we mus be babtize and git under de Lord's table.
Says I to my own sef, 'Specs now ef poor Lony could only find de table
of de bressed Lord, 'twould all be well, and she'd be pertected foreber.'
So I prayed and prayed, and one night de good Lord comed hissef,
and bringd his great, splendid table, and all de fair angels
dressed in white and gold and settin roun it, and I got under,
and I ate de crumbs dat fell down, and den 'pears I begun to live.
Oh, 'twas sich a peace dat came all ober me, and I wanted to sing
and shout all of de time. And dat's jess whar I been eber sence,
my friends, and I neber wants to come away till I dies; and den de
good Lord'll take me up to de great heabenly mansion, and gib me de
gold robes, and den I shall set up wid de rest and be like 'em all.
And I's willin to wait, 'caus I lubs de Lord and praises him ebery day.
He is de good Lord, and he lubs me and hearkens ebery time I speaks
to him; and I ha'n't 'bleeged to holler loud, nuther, for he's neber
far away, but he keeps close by dis poor soul so he can hear ebery
word and cry. And he'll hear all yer cries, my friends, when ye
prays for yersef or for yer chillen, or yer bredren and sisters.
Le's pray, now."
Then kneeling down, this representative of a despised and untutored race,
with a faith that triumphed gloriously over her abject surroundings,
poured forth her supplications, talking with the Lord as a man
talks with his friend, as it were face to face.
"O bressed Lord, dat's in de heaben and de earf and ebery whar;
you's heerd all de tings dat we's asked for. And you knows
all dat dese yer poor chillen wants dat dey hasn't axed for;
and if dere's any ob 'em here, dat doesn't dare to speak out loud,
and tell what dey does want, you can hear it jess as well,
ef it is way down deep buried up in de heart; and oh, bressed Lord,
do gib 'em de desires of de heart, 'less it's suffin dat'll hurt
'em, and den Lord don't gib it to 'em at all."
This was enough for our little Tidy. Her heart swelled,
and the great tears ran down her cheeks, as she thought instantly
of the one dear, cherished petition that she dared not utter,
but which was uppermost in her heart continually; and as the woman
pleaded with the Lord to hear and answer the desires of every
soul present, she held that want of hers up before Him as a cup
to be filled, and the Lord verily did fill it up to the brim.
A quiet, restful feeling took the place of the burning, eager anxiety
she had hitherto felt, and from that moment she was sure, yes,
SURE that she would have her wish, and some day be able to read.
Nothing had ever encouraged and strengthened her so much
as the earnest words and prayers of this Christian woman.
How thankful she always felt that she had been brought to the
prayer-meeting at Massa Bertram's that night.
To obtain possession of the hymn-book she desired, was not so very
difficult in Tidy's estimation. The numerous visitors at the house,
pleased with her bright face, her gentle manners, and ready attentions,
often dropped a coin into her hand, and these little moneys
were carefully treasured for the accomplishment of her purpose.
She calculated that by Christmas-time she should have enough money
to buy it, and Uncle Simon she knew would procure it for her.
Her greatest anxiety now was to be ready to use it.
But how could she make herself ready? How was she to learn without
a teacher or a book?
There had been an old primer for some time tossing about the play-room--
its scarlet cover looking more gorgeous and tempting in Tidy's eyes,
as they fell upon it day after day, than any trinket or gewgaw she
could have seen; yet she dared not touch it. She was too honest
to appropriate it to herself without leave, and she was afraid
to allude to the forbidden lessons by asking Amelia or Susan for it.
Several times she tried to draw their attention to the neglected book,
and to give them some hint of her own longing for it,--but all
to no avail. One day, however, she had orders from the children
to clear up the room thoroughly.
"Make every thing neat as a pin," said Amelia, "while we go
down to dinner, for we are going to have company this afternoon;
and if it looks right nice, I'll give you an orange."
"What shall I do with dis yer book, then, Miss Mely?" hastily asked Tidy,
as she stooped to pick up the book, and felt herself trembling
all over that she had dared to put her fingers upon it.
"That? Oh, that's no good; throw it away,--we never use it now,--
or keep it yourself, if you want to," said she, after a second thought.
It was done. The book was quickly deposited in a safe place, and the
clearing up proceeded rapidly. The orange was a small consideration;
for had she not got a book, her heart's desire, and now she could
learn to read.
She could learn all alone; she would be her own teacher.
If she got into a very narrow place she would get Uncle Simon
to help her out. No one else on the estate knew how to read,
and he didn't know much, but no doubt he could be of some assistance.
Such was Tidy's inward plan.
After this, the little girl might have been seen every evening
stretched at full length on the cabin floor, her head towards
the fireplace, where the choicest pine knots were kindled
into a cheerful blaze, with her spelling-book open before her.
She was "clambering" up the rough way of knowledge.
Did she accomplish her purpose? To be sure she did. Little reader,
did you ever make up your mind to do any thing and fail?
There's an old proverb that says, "Where there's a will there's a way;"
and this is true. Resolution and energy, patience and perseverance,
will achieve nearly every thing you set about. Try it.
Try it when you have hard lessons to do, puzzling examples
in arithmetic to solve, that long stint in sewing to do,
that distasteful music to practice, those bad habits to conquer.
Try it faithfully, and when you grow up, you'll be able to say,
from your own experience, "Where there's a will there's a way."
You must not expect, however, that Tidy learned very rapidly
or very perfectly under such discouragements. Think how it
would be with yourself, if you only knew your letters.
You might read quite easily m-a-n, but how do you think you could
find out that those letters spelled man?
Tidy advanced much more expeditiously after she had obtained
possession of her hymn-book. Some of the hymns were quite familiar
to her from her having heard them sung so often at the meetings,
and she determined to study these first; and you may well imagine
how proud she felt,--not sinfully, but innocently proud,--
when she seated herself one afternoon by Mammy Grace's side,
and pulling her hymn-book out of her bosom, asked if she might
read a hymn.
"Yes, chile, 'deed ye may, ef ye can. Specs 'twill do yer ole
mammy's heart good to hear ye read de books like de white folks."
And the child opened the book, and in a clear, pleasant, happy voice
she read slowly, but correctly,--
"My God, the spring of all my joys,
The life of my delights,
The glory of my brightest days,
And comfort of my nights.
"In darkest shades if he appear,
My dawning is begun;
He is my soul's sweet morning star,
And he my rising sun."
"Look dar, chile," cried the old nurse, springing to
her feet, "Massa George's jess a'most out ob de door.
Ef he SHOULD fall and break his neck, what WOULD 'come of us.
Dis yer chile 'd neber hab no more peace all de days of her life.
Yer reads raal pooty, honey; but ye mus'n't neglect duty for de books,
'caus ef ye do, ye isn't worthy of de prevelege."
So Tidy had to forego her hymns till the children were put to bed.
After this, in the long winter evenings, in Mammy Grace's snug cabin,
what harvests of enjoyment were gathered from that precious book.
Uncle Simon was the favored guest on such occasions, and always "bringed
his welcome wid hissef," he said, in the shape of pitch-pine fagots,
the richest to be found, by the light of which they read and sung
the songs of Zion, which they dearly loved; the pious old slave
in the mean time commending, congratulating, and encouraging Tidy
in her wonderful intellectual achievements.
A GREAT UNDERTAKING.
PERSONS of will and energy generally have some distinct
object before them which they are striving to reach,--
something of importance to be gained or done. As fast as one
thing is attained, another plan is projected; and so they go on,
mounting up from one achievement to another all through life.
And this enterprising spirit begins to be developed at a very early
age in children.
Tidy was one of these active little beings, full of business,
never unhappy for want of something to do; and besides the ordinary
and more trivial occupations of the outer life, her spirit or inner
life had ever a dear, cherished object before it, which engrossed
her thoughts, taxed her capabilities, and raised her above the degraded
level of her companions in servitude.
Now that she had attained one grand point in learning to read,
she ventured on another and far more difficult enterprise.
What do you think it was? Why, nothing more or less than to
GET HER LIBERTY.
She had heard Miss Matilda say in the kitchen, "If I don't give
the child her liberty, I hope she will take it." This was her warrant.
She perceived, by Miss Matilda's words and manner, in the first place,
that liberty was desirable, and, in the second, that she COULD take it.
But, ignorant child as she was, she little knew the difficulties
that stood in the way.
She had now lived several years in Mr. Lee's family, and had
grown wiser in many respects. She began to realize more fully
what it was to be a slave, and what her probable prospects were,
if she did not escape. She learned that there was a place,
not a great way from her Virginian home, where people did not hold
her race in bondage; where she could go and come as she pleased,
choose her own employers and occupation, be paid for her labor,
provide for herself, and perhaps some day have a home of her own,
with husband and children whom she could hold and enjoy.
Do you think it strange that such a condition seemed attractive,
and that she was willing to make great efforts and run fearful
risks to reach it?
She kept her intentions profoundly secret. Even Mammy Grace
and Uncle Simon, her best friends, were not in her confidence.
But she prayed about it constantly, and sought information from
every possible source with regard to this free land,--where it was,
and how it could be reached,--and at last formed her plan,
which she determined to carry out during the coming summer.
She knew she must have money, if she was going to travel, and for a
long time she had been carefully saving up all she could command.
She constantly endeavored to make herself useful in various ways
in order to get it. The summer-time was her money harvest;
and this season she was delighted to find visitors thronging
to the Springs in greater numbers than she had ever seen before.
She knew if there was plenty of company, there would be plenty
of business, and consequently a plenty of money; for the class
of people who came there were for the most part wealthy,
and were quite willing to pay for the attentions they received.
The little brick houses in which they lodged were under the care
of the slave girls. Each one had two of these cabins, as they
were called, in charge, and were required to keep them in order,
to wait upon the ladies and children, and serve them at the table.
Tidy was unwearied in her efforts to please. She answered
promptly to every call, and kept her rooms in the neatest manner;
and for her pains she received many a bright coin, which was providently
stored away in a little bag, and concealed beneath her mattress.
Perhaps these conscientious people would not have bestowed
money so freely on their favorite young maid, if they had known
the purpose to which it was to be applied. For they say that slavery
is a Christian institution, a sort of missionary enterprise,
which has been divinely appointed for the good of the colored race;
and of course to get away from it is to run away from God and
the privileges and blessings he is so kind as to give.
Tidy, however, thought differently, as the slaves generally do;
and as she had made up her mind that she should gain greater advantages
in a state of freedom, she determined to persevere in her attempt.
Her accumulations finally became so large, that she thought she
might venture to start on her journey.
She knew, too, that she must have clothes quite different from those she
usually wore. And how was she to get these? Ah, she had had an eye
for a long while to this. She and Amelia were not only of the same age,
but of the same size. Tidy had grown in the last two years
very rapidly, and had now reached a womanly hight and figure.
She had watched the growth of Amelia with the keenest interest.
So far, it had corresponded with her own so exactly that she
could easily wear the clothes made for her young mistress.
In fact, Amelia often dressed Tidy up in her own garments that
she might get a better idea of how they looked upon herself.
This season, Amelia, for the first time, had a traveling suit complete,
for she was going a journey with her father; and when it was finished,
she was so pleased that she sent for Tidy at once to participate
in her joy, and insisted that she should immediately put it on,
that she might see how it fitted, and if every thing about it
was as it should be. The dress was a dark green merino,
made with a very long pelerine cape, which was the very pink of
the fashion, and was the especial admiration of all the children.
Tidy arrayed herself in these, and, putting the little jaunty cap
of the same color on her head, stood before the glass and surveyed
herself with as perfect satisfaction as the owner of the becoming
costume herself experienced. Indeed she could hardly keep her
eye from telling tales of the joy within, as she inwardly said,
"There's many a slip twixt the cup and the lip, and may be,
Miss Amelia, I shall go traveling in this before you do."
She felt that nothing could have been provided more suitable
or timely than this charming suit.
Are you shocked, little reader, that Tidy, the good, exemplary,
conscientious Tidy, should have thought of appropriating Amelia's
wardrobe to herself? I must stop a moment here to explain to you
the slaves' code of morals. They are so ignorant that we must
not expect them to have so high or correct a standard of conduct
as we have, or to be able to make such nice distinctions in questions
of right and wrong.
Ever since Mammy Grace had made to her young pupil the first imperfect
revelation of God's character and government, declaring that he would
punish with eternal fire those who should lie, swear, or steal,
the child had held these sins in the greatest abhorrence, and was
scrupulously careful to avoid them. She would not have taken from
the baby-house a trinket, or an article of food from the kitchen,
without leave, on any account. At the same time, she had learned
the slave theory that as they are never paid for their labor,
they have a right to any thing which their labor has purchased,
OF WHICH THEY HAVE NEED. Consequently if a slave is not provided
with food sufficient for his wants, he supplies himself.
The pigs and chickens, vegetables and fruits, or any thing else
which he can handily obtain, he helps himself to, as though they were
his own, and never burdens his conscience with the sin of stealing.
A slave, who had obtained his freedom, once remarked in a public meeting,
that when he was a boy, he was OBLIGED to steal, or TAKE food,
as he called it, in order to live, because so little was provided for him.
"But now," said he, while his face shone with a consciousness
of honesty and honor, "I wouldn't take a cent's worth from any man;
no, not for my right hand."
So, you see, that this principle of appropriating what the labor
of her own hands had earned, when necessity demanded it,
was that upon which Tidy was to act. She never needed to steal food,
nor even luxuries, for she always had enough; nor money, because,
for her limited wants, she always had enough of that. But now,
when she was going a journey, and wanted to look especially nice,
she felt very glad to have the dress prepared so fitting for the occasion;
and she did not feel a single misgiving of conscience about taking it
when she got ready to use it. Whether this was just right or not,
I shall leave an open question for you to decide in your own minds.
It will bear thought and discussion, and will be quite a profitable
subject for you to consider.
When the preparations were all made, Mammy Grace and old Simon were let
into the secret. Whether they said any thing by way of discussion
I do not know--at any rate, it did not alter Tidy's determination.
I think, however, that she found her two aged friends very useful in aiding
her last movements; and when the eventful moment arrived, and Tidy,
attired in Miss Amelia's garments, with a traveling-bag in her hand,
containing her hymn-book, her money, and a few needed articles,
stood at the foot of the walk that led into the public road, Mammy Grace
stood with her in the starlight of the early summer's morning,