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THE REDSKINS; OR, INDIAN AND INJIN
“There are good reasons why my uncle and myself should
not be known for a few days. Perhaps you have heard something of the trouble that has grown up between the landlords
and the tenants, in the land?”
“What dat trouble?”
“The tenants are tired of paying rent, and wish to make a
new bargain, by which they can become owners of the farms
on which they live.”
A grim light played upon the swarthy countenance of the
Indian: his lips moved, but he uttered nothing aloud.
“Have you heard anything of this, Susquesus?”
“Little bird sing sich song in my ear – didn’t like to hear it.”
“And of Indians who are moving up and down the country,
armed with rifles and dressed in calico?”
“What tribe, dem Injin,” asked the Trackless, with a quickness and a fire I did not think it possible for him to retain.
“What ‘ey do, marchin’ ‘bout? – on war-path, eh?”
“In one sense they may be said to be so. They belong to the
anti-rent tribe; do you know such a nation?”
“Poor Injin dat, b’lieve. Why come so late? – why no come
when ‘e foot of Susquesus light as feather of bird! – why stay
away till pale-faces plentier dan leaf on tree, or snow in air?
Hundred year ago, when dat oak little, sich Injin might be
good; now, he good for nuttin’.”
“But you will keep our secret, Sus? – will not even tell the
negro who we are?”
The Trackless simply nodded his head in assent. After this
he seemed to me to sink back in a sort of brooding lethargy, as
if indisposed to pursue the subject. I left him to go to my uncle,
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in order to relate what had just passed. Mr. Roger Littlepage
was as much astonished as I had been myself, at hearing that
one so aged should have detected us through disguises that
had deceived our nearest of kin. But the quiet penetration and
close observation of the man had long been remarkable. As
his good faith was of proof, however, neither felt any serious
apprehension of being betrayed, as soon as he had a moment
for reflection.
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CHAPTER IX
“He saw a cottage with a double coach-house,
A cottage of gentility;
And the devil did grin, for his darling sin
Is the pride that apes humility.”
– Devil’s Thoughts.
It was now necessary to determine what course we ought
next to pursue. It might appear presuming in men of our pursuits to go to the Nest before the appointed time; and did we
proceed on to the village, we should have the distance between
the two places to walk over twice, carrying our instruments
and jewel-box. After a short consultation, it was decided to visit
the nearest dwellings, and to remain as near my own house as
was practicable, making an arrangement to sleep somewhere
in its immediate vicinity. Could we trust any one with our secret, our fare would probably be all the better; but my uncle
thought it most prudent to maintain a strict incognito until he
had ascertained the true state of things in the town.
We took leave of the Indian and the negro, therefore,
promising to visit them again in the course of that or the succeeding day, and followed the path that led to the farm-house.
It was our opinion that we might, at least, expect to meet with
friends in the occupants of the home farm. The same family
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had been retained in possession there for three generations,
and being hired to manage the husbandry and to take care of
the dairy, there was not the same reason for the disaffection,
that was said so generally to exist among the tenantry, prevailing among them. The name of this family was Miller, and
it consisted of the two heads and some six or seven children,
most of the latter being still quite young.
“Tom Miller was a trusty lad, when I knew much of him,”
said my uncle, as we drew near to the barn, in which we saw
the party mentioned, at work; “and he is said to have behaved
well in one or two alarms they have had at the Nest, this summer; still, it may be wiser not to let even him into our secret
as yet.”
“I am quite of your mind, sir,” I answered; “for who knows
that he has not just as strong a desire as any of them to own the
farm on which he lives? He is the grandson of the man who
cleared it from the forest, and has much the same title as the
rest of them.”
“Very true; and why should not that give him just as good
a right to claim an interest in the farm, beyond that he has got
under his contract to work it, as if he held a lease? He who
holds a lease gets no right beyond his bargain; nor does this
man. The one is paid for his labor by the excess of his receipts
over the amount of his annual rent, while the other is paid
partly in what he raises, and partly in wages. In principle there
is no difference whatever, not a particle; yet I question if the
veriest demagogue in the State would venture to say that the
man, or the family, which works the farm for hire, even for a
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hundred years, gets the smallest right to say he shall not quit
it, if its owner please, as soon as his term of service is up!”
“’The love of money is the root of all evil;’ and when that
feeling is uppermost, one can never tell what a man will do.
The bribe of a good farm, obtained for nothing, or for an insignificant price, is sufficient to upset the morality of even Tom
Miller.”
“You are right, Hugh; and here is one of the points in
which our political men betray the cloven foot. They write,
and proclaim, and make speeches, as if the anti-rent troubles grew out of the durable lease system solely, whereas we
all know that it is extended to all descriptions of obligations
given for the occupancy of land – life leases, leases for a term
of years, articles for deeds, and bonds and mortgages. It is a
wide-spread, though not yet universal attempt of those who
have the least claim to the possession of real estate, to obtain
the entire right, and that by agencies that neither the law nor
good morals will justify. It is no new expedient for partisans to
place en évidence no more of their principles and intentions
than suits their purposes. But, here we are within ear-shot, and
must resort to the High Dutch. Guten tag, guten tag,” continued uncle Ro, dropping easily into the broken English of our
masquerade, as we walked into the barn, where Miller, two of
his older boys, and a couple of hired men were at work, grinding scythes and preparing for the approaching hay-harvest. “It
might be warm day, dis fine mornin’.”
“Good-day, good-day,” cried Miller, hastily, and glancing
his eye a little curiously at our equipments. “What have you
got in your box – essences?”
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“Nein; vatches and drinkets;” setting down the box and
opening it at once, for the inspection of all present. “Von’t you
burchase a goot vatch, dis bleasant mornin’?”
“Be they ra-al gold?” asked Miller, a little doubtingly. “And
all them chains and rings, be they gold too?”
“Not true golt; nein, I might not say dat. But goot enough
golt for blain folks, like you and me.”
“Them things would never do for the grand quality over at
the big house!” cried one of the laborers, who was unknown to
me, but whose name I soon ascertained was Joshua Brigham,
and who spoke with a sort of malicious sneer that at once
betrayed he was no friend. “You mean ‘em for poor folks, I
s’pose?”
“I means dem for any bodies dat vill pay deir money for
‘em,” answered my uncle. “Vould you like a vatch?”
“That would I; and a farm, too, if I could get ‘em cheap,”
answered Brigham, with a sneer he did not attempt to conceal.
“How do you sell farms to-day?”
“I haf got no farms; I sells drinkets and vatches, but I doesn’t
sell farms. Vhat I haf got I vill sell, but I cannot sells vhat I haf
not got.”
“Oh! you’ll get all you want if you’ll stay long enough in
this country! This is a free land, and just the place for a poor
man; or it will be, as soon as we get all the lords and aristocrats
out of it.”
This was the first time I had ever heard this political blarney with my own ears, though I had understood it was often
used by those who wish to give to their own particular envy
and covetousness a grand and sounding air.
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“Vell, I haf heards dat in America dere might not be any
noples ant aristocrats,” put in my uncle, with an appearance
of beautiful simplicity; “and dat dere ist not ein graaf in der
whole coontry.”
“Oh! there’s all sorts of folks here, just as they are to be
found elsewhere,” cried Miller, seating himself coolly on the
end of the grindstone-frame, to open and look into the mysteries of one of the watches. “Now, Joseph Brigham, here, calls all
that’s above him in the world aristocrats, but lie doesn’t call all
that’s below him his equals.”
I liked that speech; and I liked the cool, decided way in which
it was uttered. It denoted, in its spirit, a man who saw things as
they are, and who was not afraid to say what he thought about
them. My uncle Ro was surprised, and that agreeably, too, and
he turned to Miller to pursue the discourse.
“Den dere might not be any nopility in America, after all?”
he asked, inquiringly.
“Yes, there’s plenty of such lords as Josh here, who want
to be uppermost so plaguily that they don’t stop to touch all
the rounds of the ladder. I tell him, friend, he wants to get on
too fast, and that he mustn’t set up for a gentleman before he
knows how to behave himself.”
Josh looked a little abashed at a rebuke that came from one
of his own class, and which he must have felt, in secret, was
merited. But the demon was at work in him, and he had persuaded himself that he was the champion of a quality as sacred
as liberty, when, in fact, he was simply and obviously doing
neither more nor less than breaking the tenth commandment.
He did not like to give up, while he skirmished with Miller, as
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the dog that has been beaten already two or three times growls
over a bone at the approach of his conqueror.
“Well, thank heaven,” he cried, “I have got some spirit in
my body.”
“That’s very true, Joshua,” answered Miller, laying down
one watch and taking up another; “but it happens to be an evil
spirit.”
“Now, here’s them Littlepages; what makes them better
than other folks?”
“You had better let the Littlepages alone, Joshua, seein’
they’re a family that you know nothing at all about.”
“I don’t want to know them; though I do happen to know
all I want to know. I despise ‘em.”
“No, you don’t, Joshy, my boy; nobody despises folks they
talk so spitefully about. What’s the price of this here watch,
friend?”
“Four dollars,” said my uncle, eagerly, falling lower than
was prudent, in his desire to reward Miller for his good feeling
and sound sentiments. “Ja, ja – you might haf das vatch for
four dollars.”
“I’m afraid it isn’t good for anything,” returned Miller,
feeling the distrust that was natural at hearing a price so low.
“Let’s have another look at its inside.”
No man, probably, ever bought a watch without looking
into its works with an air of great intelligence, though none
but a mechanician is any wiser for his survey. Tom Miller acted
on this principle, for the good looks of the machine he held in
his hand, and the four dollars, tempted him sorely. It had its effect, too, on the turbulent and envious Joshua, who seemed to
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understand himself very well in a bargain. Neither of the men
had supposed the watches to be of gold, for though the metal
that is in a watch does not amount to a great deal, it is usually
of more value than all that was asked for the “article” now under examination. In point of fact, my uncle had this very watch
“invoiced to him” at twice the price he now put it at.
“And what do you ask for this?” demanded Joshua, taking
up another watch of very similar looks and of equal value to
the one that Miller still retained open in his hand. “Won’t you
let this go for three dollars?”
“No; der brice of dat is effery cent of forty dollars,” answered Uncle Ro, stubbornly.
The two men now looked at the pedler in surprise. Miller
took the watch from his hired man, examined it attentively,
compared it with the other, and then demanded its price
anew.
“You might haf eider of dem vatches for four dollars,” returned my uncle, as I thought, incautiously.
This occasioned a new surprise, though Brigham fortunately referred the difference to a mistake.
“Oh!” he said, “I understood you to say forty dollars. Four
dollars is a different matter.”
“Josh,” interrupted the more observant and cooler-headed
Miller, “it is high time, now, you and Peter go and look a’ter
them sheep. The conch will soon be blowing for dinner. If you
want a trade, you can have one when you get back.”
Notwithstanding the plainness of his appearance and language, Tom Miller was captain of his own company. He gave
this order quietly, and in his usual familiar way, but it was ob-
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viously to be obeyed without a remonstrance. In a minute the
two hired men were off in company, leaving no one behind in
the barn but Miller, his sons, and us two. I could see there was
a motive for all this, but did not understand it.
“Now he’s gone,” continued Tom, quietly, but laying an emphasis that sufficiently explained his meaning, “perhaps you’ll
let me know the true price of this watch. I’ve a mind for it, and
maybe we can agree.”
“Four dollars,” answered my uncle, distinctly. “I haf said
you might haf it for dat money, and vhat I haf said once might
always be.”
“I will take it, then. I almost wish you had asked eight,
though four dollars saved is suthin’ for a poor man. It’s so plaguy cheap I’m a little afraid on’t; but I’ll ventur’. There; there’s
your money, and in hard cash.”
“Dank you, sir. Won’t das ladies choose to look at my drinkets?”
“Oh! if you want to deal with ladies who buy chains and
rings, the Nest house is the place. My woman wouldn’t know
what to do with sich things, and don’t set herself up for a fine
lady at all. That chap who has just gone for the sheep is the
only great man we have about this farm.”
“Ja, ja; he ist a nople in a dirty shirt, ja, ja; why hast he dem
pig feelin’s?”
“I believe you have named them just as they ought to
be, pig’s feelin’s. It’s because he wishes to thrust his own snout
all over the trough, and is mad when he finds anybody else’s
in the way. We’re getting to have plenty of such fellows up
and down the country, and an uncomfortable time they give
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