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VIRGINIA OF VIRGINIA
A Story
BY AM?LIE RIVES
ILLUSTRATED
NEW YORK HARPER & BROTHERS, FRANKLIN SQUARE 1888
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"I CAN'T COME TO DINNER" 11
"AW-W-W POPO!" 43
ON THE TOP OF PETER'S MOUNTAIN 65
"I GWINE TAKE DAT DAR OUTLANDISH THING OFFEN YO', HONEY" 139
"HE MUST 'A' HAD A MIGHTY LEETLE CROP" 161
VIRGINIA OF VIRGINIA.
"It's a girl," said Roden, laying a wager with himself. "No; it's a boy. Hanged if it isn't a girl!" He took his short brier-wood pipe from his mouth, knocked out its contents against the side of the wagon, and pocketed it.
The time of the year was January, the scene a country road in Virginia, and it was drizzling, a thick Scotch drizzle, abetted by a lusty east wind. Even the branches of the straggling locust-trees that lined the red road seemed clogged with it. It hung in folds upon the sides of the mountains, and was blown in masses between the clefts of the rolling meadows.
Roden was not only a new arrival in Virginia, but in America, and the impression made upon him had not, to speak very moderately, been favorable. Coming from Washington, some one in the train had asked him if it did not remind him of England. He had answered with some curtness that it did not, demanding at the same time why he should be particularly reminded of England by the state of the weather in Virginia. His interlocutor had replied with the never-failing urbanity of the Virginian farmer, that "anybody could tell he was an Englisher by th' way he talked, and them loose pants."
At the moment he first saw the figure alluded to, the owner of the British accent and the "loose pants" was shivering in spite of the top-coat turned up about his ears and the soft hat pulled down to meet it.
It was indeed a girl; she wore a soft hat, the counterpart of his own, fashioned of the same stuff as her dark-gray jacket and the kirtle which reached just below her knees. On her legs were shooting-gaiters of russet leather, decidedly influenced as to color by the tyrannic soil, and on her feet stout cowhide boots. She carried a gun on her shoulder, and a game-bag hung at her side. She further appeared to be bounded on the east, west, north, and south by dogs. An old mastiff lounged sulkily at her heels. Far in front, a collie gave chase to a stately buzzard, which sailed away undisturbed by its pursuer's shrill barking, while an asthmatic pug sought a Juggernautal fate between the ponderous wagon-wheels, and a little black-and-tan terrier, sniffing hither and thither among the mist-drenched weeds, reminded Roden of the accounts of certain mammoth ants as related by the credulous Herodotus.
The girl, who had been walking with head bent, looked up as the creaking of the wagon-wheels arrested her attention.
"I beg your pardon," said Roden, "but can you tell me if I am on the right road to Caryston Hall? I think that's the name."
She looked at him seriously for a moment, and then said, "Yes, you are. I s'pose you're th' new Englishman. Are you?"
"I suppose so," said Roden. "My name is Roden. I have bought a farm somewhere in this neighborhood, and it is called Caryston Hall."
"That's it," she said; "you're right. My father's th' overseer there. Why don't you get down and walk? You look so cold. I'll show you."
"Thank you," said Roden; "I think I will;" and he jumped down beside her.
Judging by her attire, he had at first thought her a sporting country-woman of his own, like himself an exile in a far country; but after she had spoken he found that the soft, slow intonation was strange to his ear. "The overseer business explains it," he thought. "She is a native, and this language is Virginian." In the mean time the girl was also making mental observations. He was the third English gentleman she had seen, though of immigrant Britishers she had known full threescore and ten. She was thinking that he had spoken to her with an unusual civility, and wondering how long it would continue. Civility this young Virginian had not found to be a characteristic of the British settler in her native State.
"I'm very lucky to have met you," said Roden, as they walked on, having dismissed the services of the ancient wagoner, whom the girl addressed as "Unc' Dick." "I would like to ask you some questions about the place, and it's awfully kind of you to go back with me."
She said, indifferently, and without lifting her eyes this time, "Oh, I was goin' back anyway! 'Tisn't any bother."
Her long strides matched Roden's exactly, and the rapid motion through the stiffly yielding medium under foot began to warm his veins. They saw the serpentine flourish of Unc' Dick's voluminous whip-lash outlined against the pale sky as the wagon descended a hill just in front of them. Two more buzzards appeared, slanting in still absorption towards the west. Instantly the collie was after them.
"Why didn't you telegraph?" said the girl, suddenly.
"I did," said Roden, with some grimness. "I telegraphed twice. I also had the pleasure of rereading both telegrams when I arrived at the station about an hour ago."
"Seems to me," she said, turning to look over her shoulder at the mastiff, pug, and terrier, that were having a tow-row over an old shoe --"Seems to me that letters reach us twice as quick as telegrams, anyhow. You must have thought it funny we didn't send for you?"
"I don't know that I found it very amusing," said Roden, truthfully, adding, in a tone of helpless aggravation, "All my luggage was left behind in Washington."
At this direct appeal the overseer's daughter at first looked as sorrowful as even Roden could have desired, bursting the next moment into peals and roulades of laughter. Roden, after the first sharp inclination to feel angry, joined in her mirth.
"Pore feller!" she said at last, taking off her rain-soaked hat, on which she appeared to dry her brimming eyes--"Pore feller! it all seems awful to you out here, don't it?"
"It does," said Roden in his heart, but out loud he replied with mendacious civility that it did not. He was, moreover, occupied in a close scrutiny of her uncovered locks. They were of a pale golden color, lying close to her forehead in thick, round rings, after the manner of a child's, and clustering heavily, with the dampness. As he stood beside her he saw also that she was very tall, taller than most tall women, and that her fair throat, rising boy-like from a dark-red kerchief, had unusual suggestions of muscle beneath its smooth surface.
Presently they walked on. The top of a tolerably high hill was soon reached, surmounted, as Roden at first thought, by an almost impenetrable thicket. As they approached nearer, however, he perceived an aperture in the mass of foliage, and a long wooden gate, hanging by one hinge in an aimless, desultory manner, and ornamented also as to its dingy gray with copious splashes of red mud. On either post were rusty iron vases, wherefrom there sprouted two stunted specimens of the aloe tribe. One of these vases, having been broken some years before, hung over to one side with a suggestion of inanimate sentimentality highly ludicrous. Some kind Samaritan had thrust a stick in between its disabled joints, thus preventing it from utter downfall.
The view beyond the gate was unique, and to Roden rather pleasant after his morning's experience. The lawn proper was shaped like a lady's slipper, and outlined by a gravel carriage-drive. It seemed as though some Titaness might have set a careless foot among the surrounding shrubbery, crushing out of existence all save a bordering fringe of evergreen and acacias. The long, low house of red brick--with wings out-spread after a protective, hen-like fashion in the direction of the many out-houses--was to be seen through the bare branches of two splendid tulip-trees. A little Alderney heifer was grazing near the portico, and some dorkings stood resignedly on long yellow legs under the shelter of the large box-bushes.
As they worked along the sinuous carriage-way Roden looked with a feeling of ownership at the glimpses of distant hill and forest, as visible through the crowding tree-stems. Here he was to make his home for at least the next two years, and he was glad not to find it so bad as he had expected.
As she opened the hall door the girl said to him, "Father won't be here until six o'clock. I'll have you some dinner ef you want it. But you'd better go to your room first, hadn't you, you're so wet?--I'll send you some things the larst Englishman left behind him. There's a barth ready, and plenty of towels. I'm used to fixin' for you English, you see. Well, good-by till you're dressed; then I'll show you over the house."
She sent a little "nigger," who conducted him with wordless dignity to the apartment allotted him, and who some five minutes later returned again with the "last Englishman's things." That personage must have been of very slight proportions and medium height, whereas Roden stood six foot one in his stockings, and was of excellent figure. He struggled for some time with the meagre garments, and then decided that he could not put in an appearance until his own garments should be dry. At this moment some one knocked at the door with the announcement--"Dinner rade-y."
"I can't come to dinner," said Roden at the key-hole. "The clothes won't fit me. Say I am very sorry."
The departing footsteps echoed down the narrow corridor that led to the room which had been given him, and Roden, who had taken the silk coverlet from the bed and rolled himself in it, stretched out before the fire of pine cones in the big fireplace. The room was large and square, and had hangings of faded green silk embroidered with tarnished gold. A ponderous mahogany wardrobe, looking like nothing so much as a grim wooden mausoleum, occupied nearly all of one wall. Facing this on the opposite side of the room was a low chest of drawers, also of mahogany, with brass lion-head handles. A square mirror in a wrought-brass frame hung over it. The bedstead was low and wide, with foot-board and head-board of a like height. Voluminous curtains of faded green fell from a mahogany frame fastened to the ceiling, and were tucked back behind brass knobs on either side of the bed. There was a huge pale-green paper screen crowded into one corner of the room, and behind this Roden discovered a bath-tub and a washhand-stand. One picture hung over the mantle-shelf, a reproduction of the Madonna of the Chair, done evidently with a very hard and very pointed lead-pencil, and faintly tinted with pink chalk as to lips and cheeks.
He was awakened by a vigorous rapping at the door. He sat up and rolled himself more tightly in the big green silk quilt.
"Who is it?" he said.
"'Tis yo' clo'es," replied a solemn voice. "An' please, sur, ter dress ez quick ez you kin, 'case supper soon be rade-y."
Roden admitted his once more dry outfit through a small aperture in the door, after having inquired as to the time, and finding that he had slept two hours.
"Miss Faginia she say ez how she ben think you'd rayther eat yo' supper jiss so, 'thout sp'ilin' it with er sorter dinner," chanted the monotonous voice without.
Roden admitted that "Miss Faginia" had been quite right in her conjecture. In half an hour he went out into the big hall, which, divided by three arches, ran through the centre of the house. Over the first was a fine moose-head. There were skins of many beasts here and there on the slippery oak floor, and straight-backed chairs set against the panelled wall, which some barbarian had painted white. A much-carved oak table on one side supported a large silver flagon and two old-fashioned tankards. On the other was an old-fashioned hat-rack, filled mostly with feminine head-gear of various makes and sizes. A pair of branchy antlers supported riding-canes of all descriptions.
Guided by the sounds of a piano softly played, Roden opened a door on his left, and found himself in a large firelit room, whose walls were absolutely covered with pictures large and small, all in old Italian frames, all more or less stiff and ill painted, all hung, regardless of size or shape, as close to one another as they could possibly be placed. The effect of the thus concentrated colors was, in spite of the defects of the pictures themselves, quaint and jewel-like. Over the mantle of carved oak reached upward to the ceiling an enormous square mirror in the style of the First Empire. On one side of the room was hung its mate, also in lonely grandeur, and facing the portrait of a very rosy dame in a still rosier tulle dress, the whole suggesting in color the presence of the all-pervading Virginian soil.
Just under this second mirror was a piano, and at this piano was standing the overseer's daughter, striking idle chords with her left hand.
She had taken off her Rosalind costume, and appeared in a blue homespun dress, neat and scant of make, and with her two big braids hanging over her shoulders.
"Oh, it's you!" she said, addressing Roden. "I was just trying th' piano to see 'f any 'v the keys'd stuck since the last Englishman left; but th' haven't. D'you like music?" she went on, in her vibrant voice, which seemed in some strange manner to harmonize with the firelight and the now steady hum of the rain without. "I'll tell you, before you say anything, I can play very well."
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