CHAPTER II.
SAMUEL DICKSON GIVES ADVICE TO HIS BROTHER.
On the same day on which the _Patriot_ anchored in the Bay ofMassachusetts an interesting event took place between seven and eightin the morning in a pretty village named Northampton, at no greatdistance from Boston.
Everybody was excited. A crowd of men, women, and children pressedaround a number of waggons, each drawn by six horses. They stood infront of a brick house, the only inn of the village. Four magnificentsaddle horses, with very handsome harness, were held by a youngintelligent-looking Negro, who at the same time smoked a short pipe.
The crowd was very excited, but very decorous and quiet--as a NewEngland crowd always is--waiting simply for an explanation.
Suddenly the sharp trot of a horse was heard at the entrance of thestreet. This served to create a new sensation in the crowd.
"Samuel Dickson!" cried the people; "At last he has come. Now he willmake them listen to reason."
The new arrival was a man of middle age, with a pleasant countenance,delicate and intelligent features, clothed in the dress of a richfarmer, and in those parts was looked up to as a most importantindividual.
He made his way carefully through the crowd, bowing on either hand, andrather puzzled at the ovation he was receiving.
"Ah! Ah! That is you, massa," said a Negro, with a chuckle, as heapproached the inn door.
"Sandy, is that you? Then I suppose the others are inside," heremarked, as he dismounted and handed him the bridle.
"Yes, Massa Samuel, dem all dere."
"I am glad of it," he replied, "for I have come a long way to see them.Look after my horse, he is rather fresh."
Then, bowing once more to the crowd, Samuel Dickson entered the inn,closing the door behind him.
In a large and comfortable room six persons, two women and four men,were seated at one of those copious breakfasts which are never seento such perfection as in America. Upon benches round the room satabout twenty persons in a humbler station in life, amongst others twocoloured young women, who were eating from bowls and plates placed ontheir knees.
Those at the table were the members of the family--father, mother,daughter, and three sons. Those around were the servants.
Joshua Dickson, the head of the family, was in reality a man offifty-five, not, however, looking more than forty. He was a man ofrude manners, but frank, honest expression. He was six feet high, aspowerful as Hercules, a true type of those hardy pioneers who openedup the forests of the New World, drove back the Indians, and foundedstations in the desert, which in time became rich and flourishing towns.
His sons were named Harry, Sam, and Jack, aged respectively thirty,twenty-eight, and twenty-six. They were all three as tall as theirfather, and about as Herculean--true Americans, with no thought of thepast, only looking to the future.
Susan Dickson, the mother of this trio of giants, was a woman of aboutfifty--small, elegant, but extremely active, with delicate featuresand a pre-possessing physiognomy. She looked much younger than shereally was--thanks to her really admirable complexion and the singularbrightness of her eyes. She must have been rarely beautiful in heryouth.
Diana, the child of her old age, as she loved to call her, wasscarcely sixteen, was the idol of the family, the guardian angel ofthe fireside; her father and brothers actually worshipped her. Itwas something wonderful to see their rude natures bending like reedsbefore the slightest wish of this delicate child, and obeying her mostfantastic orders without a murmur.
Diana was a charming brunette, with blue and dreamy eyes, slight andflexible form; she was pale; a look of profound melancholy was to beremarked on her countenance, giving to her physiognomy that angelicexpression rarely found except in the Madonnas of Titien. This sadness,which all the family saw with sorrow, had only been in existence a fewdays. When questioned on the subject, even by her mother, she had noanswer to give.
"It is nothing at all," she said, "only a slight feeling of sickness,which will soon pass away."
Hearing this, all had ceased to question her, though all felt uneasy,and slightly annoyed at her reticence. Still, as she was the spoiledchild of the family, no one had the heart to blame her or pester herwith questions. They had seduced her to govern them unquestioned thatit appeared hard now to want to curb her will.
The entrance of the stranger into the hall where the emigrants werebreakfasting like persons who knew the value of time, caused no smallstir; they ceased eating, and, glancing at one another, whisperedamongst themselves. The stranger, leaning on his riding whip, looked atthem with an odd kind of smile.
The chief of the family, though himself somewhat surprised, was thefirst to recover himself. He rose, held out his hand, and spoke in whathe intended should be a jovial tone. The attempt was a failure.
"My good brother," he said, "this is indeed a surprise. I really didnot expect to see you; but sit down beside my wife and have somebreakfast."
"Thank you; I am not hungry."
"Then excuse me if I finish my meal," continued the emigrant.
"Brother," presently said Samuel, "for a man of your age you are actingin an extraordinary manner."
"I don't think so," replied the other.
"Let me ask you where are you going?"
"Northward, to the great lakes."
"What is the meaning of this?"
"My friend, I am told there is good land to be had but for the taking."
"May I ask who put this silly idea in your head?"
"No one. It is a splendid country, with splendid forests, water inabundance, a delicious climate, though rather cold, and land fornothing."
"Have you seen this beautiful country?"
"No; but I know all about it."
"Do you?" sneered the other; "Well, beware of the creeks."
"Never you fear. Wherever there is water there are bridges."
"Of course; and now may I ask, what have you done with your magnificentsouthern property?" the other asked.
"I have sold it, slaves and all, keeping only such as were willing tofollow me. I brought away all that could travel--my wife, my sons, mydaughter, my furniture, my horses, all I wanted."
"May I without offence ask you this question: Were you not very wellwhere you were? Did you not find the land excellent?"
"I was well off, and the land was excellent."
"Were you unable to sell your produce?"
"I had an admirable market," was the answer.
"Then," cried Samuel, angrily, "what in the devil's name do you mean bygiving it up and going to a land where you will find nothing but wildbeasts, brutal savages, and a hard and rigorous climate?"
The bold adventurer, driven into his last intrenchment, made no reply,only scratching his head in search of a reply. His wife here interfered.
"What is the use," she said, smiling, "asking for reasons which donot exist? Joshua is going for the love of change--nothing more. Allour lives, as you well know, we have been roaming hither and thither.As soon as we are once comfortably settled anywhere, then we begin tothink it time to be off."
"Yes! Yes! I know my brother's vagabond habits. But when he is in oneof his mad fits, why do you not interfere?" he cried, impetuously.
"Brother, you don't know what it is to be married to a wanderer," shesaid.
"Good!" cried Joshua, laughing.
"But if you don't find this beautiful country?" asked Samuel.
"I will embark on one of the rivers."
"And where will you land?"
"I have not the slightest idea. But there, do not be uneasy, I shallfind a place."
"Then," said Samuel, gazing at him with perfect amazement in his looks,"you are determined?"
"I am determined."
"Then, as we shall never meet again, come and spend a few days at myhouse," urged Samuel.
"I am very sorry to decline, but I cannot go back. If I were to waste aday, it would be a serious loss of time and money. I must reach my newsettlement in time for the
sowing."
Samuel Dickson, putting his hands behind his back, walked across theroom with great strides, backwards and forwards, watching his niececuriously under his eyes.
He several times struck the ground with his riding whip, muttering tohimself all the time. Diana sat with her hands crossed on her knees,the teardrops falling from her eyes.
Suddenly the farmer appeared to have made up his mind. Turning round,he laid his heavy hand on his brother's shoulder.
"Joshua!" he said, "It is clear to me that you are mad, and that Ialone in the family possess any common sense; never, God forgive you,did more crooked notion enter the head of an honest man. You won't cometo my house? Very good. I will then ask you one thing, which, if yourefuse, I shall never forgive you."
"You know how much I love you."
"I know you say so; but this is the favour I ask: don't start until yousee me again."
"Hem! But--"
"I must get home on important business at once. My house is but twentymiles distant; I shall soon be back."
"But when?" cautiously asked the emigrant.
"Tomorrow, or the next day at the latest."
"That is a long delay," continued Joshua.
"I do not deny it. But as your paradise, your El Dorado, your beautifulcountry will not probably run away, you are bound to reach it sooneror later. Besides," urged Samuel, "it is important, very important, weshould meet again."
"As you will, my brother," sighed Joshua; "I give you my word to waituntil the day after tomorrow at seven o'clock in the morning--no later."
"That will suit me admirably," cried the farmer; "so good-bye for thepresent."
And with a bow to all, and a smile to Diana, he hurried out of the room.
The crowd still patiently surrounded the inn and received him with aloud shout. He, however, took no notice, but rode off.
"We could not very well refuse, Susan," said the farmer to his wife.
"He is your brother," she replied.
"Our only relative," murmured Diana.
"True. Diana is right. Children, unharness the animals: we will stophere tonight."
And, to the great surprise of the gaping crowd, who hung about afterthe fashion of idlers, the horses of the emigrants were unyoked andtaken to a shed, the waggons placed under cover, without the curiousknowing the reason why.
On the morning of the second day Joshua Dickson, shortly after sunrise,was overlooking the horses being fed by his sons and servants, when agreat noise was heard in the street, as of many waggons, and then therewas a sharp knocking at the door of the inn.
Joshua hastily left the stables and took his way to the great room ofthe hotel.
He came face to face with Samuel Dickson, who had just been admitted bythe sleepy innkeeper.
"Hilloa!" cried Joshua, "Is that you, my brother?"
"Who else do you suppose it is?" cried Samuel.
"Well, but I did not expect you so early."
"Well," said Samuel, drily, "I was afraid you might give me the slip,so I came early."
"An excellent idea, brother," said Mrs. Dickson, who now entered.
"And knowing how anxious my brother is to reach the promised land, Iwould not keep him waiting."
"Quite right," coolly replied Joshua; "and now about this importantbusiness?"
"Look out of window," drily answered Samuel.
Joshua obeyed, and saw five heavily-laden waggons, drawn each byhorses, with about twelve hired men.
"Well," coolly observed Joshua, "what may be the meaning of all this?"
"It means," answered the farmer, "that as you have found yourself sucha fool, it becomes my duty, as your elder brother, to come and lookafter you. I have sold up everything, and invested part, as you see."
"Oh, my brother!" cried Joshua, with tears in his eyes.
"Am I not your only relative? Wherever you go, I shall go--only therewill now be two fools, but I am the bigger of the two. I talk like awise man and act like a foolish child."
Uncle Samuel was adored by all the family, everyone was delighted,while Diana was radiant.
"Oh, my good uncle," she said, warmly embracing him, "it is for me youdo this."
"Do you think," he whispered, "I ever meant to desert my niece?"
Two hours later the double caravan started on its way.