“Well, my dear, we’ll drop the subject!” concluded the Colonel with much apparent disappointment.
The leading gentlemen of the town and neighborhood assembled inaugurating the strictest vigilant police regulations, when after free and frequent potations of brandy and water, of which there was no scarcity about the Colonel’s mansion, the company separated, being much higher spirited, if not better satisfied, than when they met in council.
This evening Charles and Andy met each other in the street, but in consequence of the strict injunction on the slaves by the patrol law recently instituted, they only made signs as they passed, intending to meet at a designated point. But the patrol reconnoitred so closely in their track, they were driven entirely from their purpose, retiring to their homes for the night.
CHAPTER 15
Interchange of Opinion
The landing of a steamer on her downward trip brought Judge Ballard and Major Armsted to Natchez. The Judge had come to examine the country, purchase a cotton farm, and complete the arrangements of an interest in the “Merchantman.” Already the proprietor of a large estate in Cuba, he was desirous of possessing a Mississippi cotton place. Disappointed by the absence of his wife abroad, he was satisfied to know that her object was accomplished.
Major Armsted was a man of ripe intelligence, acquired by years of rigid experience and close observation, rather than literary culture, though his educational attainments as a business man were quite respectable. He for years had been the partner in business with Colonel Stephen Franks. In Baltimore, Washington City, Annapolis, Richmond, Norfolk, Charlestown, and Winchester, Virginia, a prison or receptacle for coffle-gangs of slaves purchased and sold in the market, comprised their principal places of business in the slave-growing states of the Union.
The Major was a great jester, full of humor, and fond of a good joke, ever ready to give and take such even from a slave. A great common sense man, by strict attention to men and things, and general observation, had become a philosopher among his fellows.
“Quite happy to meet you, Judge, in these parts!” greeted Franks. “Wonder you could find your way so far south, especially at such a period, these being election times!”
“Don’t matter a bit, as he’s not up for anything I believe just now, except for Negro-trading! And in that he is quite a proselyte, and heretic to the teachings of his Northern faith!” jocosely remarked Armsted.
“Don’t mistake me, gentlemen, because it was the incident of my life to be born in a nonslaveholding state. I’m certain that I am not at all understood as I should be on this question!” earnestly replied the Judge.
“The North has given you a bad name, Judge, and it’s difficult to separate yourself now from it, holding the position that you do, as one of her ablest jurists,” said Armsted.
“Well, gentlemen!” seriously replied the Judge. “As regards my opinion of Negro slavery, the circumstances which brought me here, my large interest and responsibility in the slave-labor products of Cuba, should be, I think, sufficient evidence of my fidelity to Southern principles, to say nothing of my official records, which modesty should forbid my reference to.”
“Certainly, certainly, Judge! The Colonel is at fault. He has lost sight of the fact that you it was who seized the first runaway Negro by the throat and held him by the compromise grasp until we Southern gentlemen sent for him and had him brought back!”
“Good, good, by hookie!” replied the Colonel, rubbing his hands together.
“I hope I’m understood, gentlemen!” seriously remarked the Judge.
“I think so, Judge, I think so!” replied Armsted, evidently designing a full commitment on the part of the Judge. “And if not, a little explanation will set us right.”
“It is true that I have not before been engaged in the slave trade, because until recently I had conscientious scruples about the thing–and I suppose I’m allowed the right of conscience as well as other folks,” smilingly said the Judge, “never having purchased but for peopling my own plantation. But a little sober reflection set me right on that point. It is plain that the right to buy implies the right to hold, also to sell; and if there be right in the one, there is in the other; the premise being right, the conclusion follows as a matter of course. I have therefore determined, not only to buy and hold, but buy and sell also. As I have heretofore been interested for the trade I will become interested in it.”
“Capital, capital, by George! That’s conclusive. Charles! A pitcher of cool water here; Judge, take another glass of brandy.”
“Good, very good!” said Armsted. “So far, but there is such a thing as feeding out of two cribs–present company, you know, and so– ahem!–therefore we should like to hear the Judge’s opinion of equality, what it means anyhow. I’m anxious to learn some of the doctrines of human rights, not knowing how soon I may be called upon to practice them, as I may yet marry some little Yankee girl, full of her Puritan notions. And I’m told an old bachelor ‘can’t come it’ up that way, except he has a ‘pocket full of rocks,’ and can talk philanthropy like old Wilberforce.”
“Here, gentlemen, I beg to make an episode, before replying to Major Armsted,” suggested the Judge. “His jest concerning the Yankee girl reminds me–and I hope it may not be amiss in saying so–that my lady is the daughter of a clergyman, brought up amidst the sand of New England, and I think I’ll not have to go from the present company to prove her a good slaveholder. So the Major may see that we northerners are not all alike.”
“How about the Compromise measures, Judge? Stand up to the thing all through, and no flinching.”
“My opinion, sir, is a matter of record, being the first judge before whom a case was tested, which resulted in favor of the South. And I go further than this; I hold as a just construction of the law, that not only has the slaveholder a right to reclaim his slave when and wherever found, but by its provision every free black in the country, North and South, are liable to enslavement by any white person. They are freemen by sufferance or slaves-at-large, whom any white person may claim at discretion. It was a just decision of the Supreme Court–though I was in advance of it by action–that persons of African descent have no rights that white men are bound to respect!”[5]
“Judge Ballard, with this explanation, I am satisfied; indeed as a Southern man I would say, that you’ve conceded all that I could ask, and more than we expected. But this is a legal disquisition; what is your private opinion respecting the justice of the measures?”
“I think them right, sir, according to our system of government.”
“But how will you get away from your representative system, Judge? In this your blacks are either voters, or reckoned among the inhabitants.”
“Very well, sir, they stand in the same relation as your Negroes. In some of the states they are permitted to vote, but can’t be voted for, and this leaves them without any political rights at all. Suffrage, sir, is one thing, franchisement another; the one a mere privilege–a thing permitted–the other a right inherent, that which is inviolable–cannot be interfered with. And my good sir, enumeration is a national measure, for which we are not sectionally responsible.”
“Well, Judge, I’m compelled to admit that you are a very good Southerner; upon the whole, you are severe upon the Negroes; you seem to allow them no chance.”
“I like Negroes well enough in their place!”
“How can you reconcile yourself to the state of things in Cuba, where the blacks enter largely into the social system?”
“I don’t like it at all, and never could become reconciled to the state of things there. I consider that colony as it now stands, a moral pestilence, a blighting curse, and it is useless to endeavor to disguise the fact; Cuba must cease to be a Spanish colony, and become American territory. Those mongrel Creoles are incapable of self-government, and should be compelled to submit to the United States.”
“Well, Judge, admit the latter part of that, as I rather guess we are all of the same w
ay of thinking–how do you manage to get on with society when you are there?”
“I cannot for a moment tolerate it! One of the hateful customs of the place is that you must exchange civilities with whomsoever solicits it, consequently, the most stupid and ugly Negro you meet in the street may ask for a ‘light’ from your cigar.”
“I know it, and I invariably comply with the request. How do you act in such cases?”
“I invariably comply, but as invariably throw away my cigar! If this were all, it would not be so bad, but then the idea of meeting Negroes and mulattoes at the levees of the Captain General is intolerable! It will never do to permit this state of things so near our own shores.”
“Why throw away the cigar, Judge? What objection could there be to it because a negro took a light from it?”
“Because they are certain to take hold of it with their black fingers!”
“Just as I’ve always heard, Judge Ballard. You Northerners are a great deal more fastidious about Negroes than we of the South, and you’ll pardon me if I add, ‘more nice than wise,’ to use a homily. Did ever it occur to you that black fingers made that cigar, before it entered your white lips!–all tobacco preparations being worked by Negro hands in Cuba–and very frequently in closing up the wrapper, they draw it through their lips to give it tenacity.”
“The deuce! Is that a fact, Major!”
“Does that surprise you, Judge? I’m sure the victuals you eat is cooked by black hands, the bread kneaded and made by black hands, and the sugar and molasses you use, all pass through black hands, or rather the hands of Negroes pass through them; at least you could not refrain from thinking so, had you seen them as I have frequently, with arms full length immersed in molasses.”
“Well, Major, truly there are some things we are obliged to swallow, and I suppose these are among them.”
“Though a Judge, Your Honor, you perceive that there are some things you have not learned.”
“True, Major, true; and I like the Negro well enough in his place, but there is a disposition peculiar to the race, to shove themselves into the notice of the whites.”
“Not peculiar to them, Judge, but common to mankind. The black man desires association with the white, because the latter is regarded his superior. In the South it is the poor white man with the wealthy, and in Europe the common with the gentlefolks. In the North you have not made these distinctions among the whites, which prevents you from noticing this trait among yourselves.”
“Tell me, Major, as you seem so well to understand them, why a Negro swells so soon into importance?”
“Simply because he’s just like you, Judge, and I! It is simply a manifestation of human nature in an humble position, the same as that developed in the breast of a conqueror. Our strictures are not just on this unfortunate race, as we condemn in them that which we approve in ourselves. Southerner as I am, I can joke with a slave just because he is a man; some of them indeed, fine warmhearted fellows, and intelligent, as was the Colonel’s Henry.”
“I can’t swallow that, Major! Joking with a Negro is rather too large a dose for me!”
“Let me give you an idea of my feeling about these things: I have on my place two good-natured black fellows, full of pranks and jokes–Bob and Jef. Passing along one morning Jef was approaching me, when just as we met and I was about to give him the time of day, he made a sudden halt, placing himself in the attitude of a pugilist, grasping the muscle of his left arm, looking me full in the eyes exclaimed, ‘Maus Army, my arm aches for you!’ when stepping aside he gave the path for me to pass by.”
“Did you not rebuke him for the impudence?”
“I laid my hand upon his shoulders as we passed, and gave him a laugh instead. At another time, passing along in company, Bob was righting up a section of fence, when Jef came along. ‘How is yeh, Jef?’ saluted Bob, without a response. Supposing he had not seen me, I halloed out: ‘How are you Jef!’ but to this, he made no reply. A gentleman in company with me who enjoyed the joke, said: ‘Why Jef, you appear to be above speaking to your old friends!’ Throwing his head slightly down with a rocking motion in his walk, elongating his mouth after the manner of a sausage–which by the way needed no improvement in that direction–in a tone of importance still looking down he exclaimed, ‘I totes a meat!’ He had indeed, a fine gammon on his shoulder from which that evening, he doubtless intended a good supper with his wife, which made him feel important, just as Judge Ballard feels, when he receives the news that ‘sugar is up,’ and contemplates large profits from his crop of that season.”
“I’ll be plagued, Major, if your love of the ludicrous don’t induce you to give the freest possible license to your Negroes! I wonder they respect you!”
“One thing, Judge, I have learned by my intercourse with men, that pleasantry is the life and soul of the social system; and good treatment begets more labor from the slave than bad. A smile from the master is better than cross looks, and one crack of a joke with him is worth a hundred cracks of the whip. Only confide in him, and let him be satisfied that you respect him as a man, he’ll work himself to death to prove his worthiness.”
“After all, Major, you still hold them as slaves, though you claim for them the common rights of other people!”
“Certainly! And I would just as readily hold a white as a black in slavery, were it the custom and policy of the country to do so. It is all a matter of self-interest with me; and though I am morally opposed to slavery, yet while the thing exists, I may as well profit by it, as others.”
“Well, Major,” concluded the Judge, “let us drop the subject, and I hope that the free interchange of opinion will prove no detriment to our future prospects and continued friendship.”
“Not at all, sir, not at all!” concluded the Major with a smile.
CHAPTER 16
Solicitude and Amusement
Mrs. Franks sought the earliest opportunity for an interview with the Major concerning her favorite, Maggie. The children now missed her, little George [6] continued fretful, and her own troubled soul was pressed with anxiety.
On conversing with the Major, to her great surprise she learned that the maid had been sold to a stranger, which intelligence he received from Mrs. Ballard herself, whom he met on the quay as he left Havana. The purchaser was a planter formerly of Louisiana, a bachelor by the name of Peter Labonier. This person resided twelve miles from Havana, the proprietor of a sugar estate.
The apprehension of Mrs. Franks, on learning these facts, were aroused to a point of fearful anxiety. These fears were mitigated by the probable chance, in her favor by a change of owners, as his first day’s possession of her, turned him entirely against her. He would thus most probably part with her, which favored the desires of Mrs. Franks.
She urged upon the Major as a favor to herself, to procure the release of Maggie, by his purchase and enfranchisement with free papers of unconditional emancipation.
To this Major Armsted gave the fullest assurance, at the earliest possible opportunity. The company were to meet at no distant day, when he hoped to execute the orders.
“How did you leave cousin Arabella, Judge?” enquired Mrs. Franks, as he and the Colonel entered the parlor directly from the back porch, where they had been engaged for the last two hours in close conversation.
“Very well, Maria, when last heard from; a letter reaching me just before I left by the kindness of our mutual friend the Major. By the way, your girl and she did not get on so well, I be–!”
An admonitory look from Franks arrested the subject before the sentence was completed.
Every reference to the subject was carefully avoided, though the Colonel ventured to declare that henceforth towards his servants, instead of leniency, he intended severity. They were becoming every day more and more troublesome, and less reliable. He intended, in the language of his friend the Judge, to “lay upon them a heavy hand” in future.
“I know your sentiments on this point,” he said in reply to an
admonition from Armsted, “and I used to entertain the same views, but experience has taught me better.”
“I shall not argue the point Colonel, but let you have your own way!” replied Armsted.
“Well, Judge, as you wish to become a Southerner, you must first ‘see the sights,’ as children say, and learn to get used to them. I wish you to ride out with me to Captain Grason’s, and you’ll see some rare sport; the most amusing thing I ever witnessed,” suggested Franks.
“What is it?” enquired the Major.
“The effect is lost by previous knowledge of the thing,” replied he. “This will suit you, Armsted, as you’re fond of Negro jokes.”
“Then, Colonel, let’s be off,” urged the Major.
“Off it is!” replied Franks, as he invited the gentlemen to take a seat in the carriage already at the door.
“Halloo, halloo, here you are, Colonel! Why Major Armsted, old fellow, ’pon my word!” saluted Grason, grasping Armsted by the hand as they entered the porch.
“Judge Ballard, sir,” said Armsted.
“Just in time for dinner, gentlemen! Be seated,” invited he, holding the Judge by the hand. “Welcome to Mississippi, Sir! What’s up, gentlemen?”
“We’ve come out to witness some rare sport the Colonel has been telling us about,” replied the Major.
“Blamed if I don’t think the Colonel will have me advertised as a showman presently! I’ve got a queer animal here; I’ll show him to you after dinner,” rejoined Grason. “Gentlemen, help yourself to brandy and water.”
Dinner over, the gentlemen walked into the pleasure grounds, in the rear of the mansion.
“Nelse, where is Rube? Call him!” said Grason to a slave lad, brother to the boy he sent for.
Shortly there came forward, a small black boy about eleven years of age, thin visage, projecting upper teeth, rather ghastly consumptive look, and emaciated condition. The child trembled with fear as he approached the group.
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