"Speak out, you minx!" said Legree.

"O! nothing. I suppose it wouldn"t disturb you! Only groans, and people scuffing, and rolling round on the barre, floor, half the night, from twelve to morning!"

"People up garret!" said Legree, uneasily, but forcing a laugh; "who are they, Ca.s.sy?"

Ca.s.sy raised her sharp, black eyes, and looked in the face of Legree, with an expression that went through his bones, as she said, "To be sure, Simon, who are they? I"d like to have you tell me. You don"t know, I suppose!"

With an oath, Legree struck at her with his riding-whip; but she glided to one side, and pa.s.sed through the door, and looking back, said, "If you"ll sleep in that room, you"ll know all about it. Perhaps you"d better try it!" and then immediately she shut and locked the door.

Legree bl.u.s.tered and swore, and threatened to break down the door; but apparently thought better of it, and walked uneasily into the sitting-room. Ca.s.sy perceived that her shaft had struck home; and, from that hour, with the most exquisite address, she never ceased to continue the train of influences she had begun.

In a knot-hole of the garret, that had opened, she had inserted the neck of an old bottle, in such a manner that when there was the least wind, most doleful and lugubrious wailing sounds proceeded from it, which, in a high wind, increased to a perfect shriek, such as to credulous and superst.i.tious ears might easily seem to be that of horror and despair.

These sounds were, from time to time, heard by the servants, and revived in full force the memory of the old ghost legend. A superst.i.tious creeping horror seemed to fill the house; and though no one dared to breathe it to Legree, he found himself encompa.s.sed by it, as by an atmosphere.

No one is so thoroughly superst.i.tious as the G.o.dless man. The Christian is composed by the belief of a wise, all-ruling Father, whose presence fills the void unknown with light and order; but to the man who has dethroned G.o.d, the spirit-land is, indeed, in the words of the Hebrew poet, "a land of darkness and the shadow of death," without any order, where the light is as darkness. Life and death to him are haunted grounds, filled with goblin forms of vague and shadowy dread.

Legree had had the slumbering moral elements in him roused by his encounters with Tom,--roused, only to be resisted by the determinate force of evil; but still there was a thrill and commotion of the dark, inner world, produced by every word, or prayer, or hymn, that reacted in superst.i.tious dread.

The influence of Ca.s.sy over him was of a strange and singular kind. He was her owner, her tyrant and tormentor. She was, as he knew, wholly, and without any possibility of help or redress, in his hands; and yet so it is, that the most brutal man cannot live in constant a.s.sociation with a strong female influence, and not be greatly controlled by it. When he first bought her, she was, as she said, a woman delicately bred; and then he crushed her, without scruple, beneath the foot of his brutality. But, as time, and debasing influences, and despair, hardened womanhood within her, and waked the fires of fiercer pa.s.sions, she had become in a measure his mistress, and he alternately tyrannized over and dreaded her.

This influence had become more hara.s.sing and decided, since partial insanity had given a strange, weird, unsettled cast to all her words and language.

A night or two after this, Legree was sitting in the old sitting-room, by the side of a flickering wood fire, that threw uncertain glances round the room. It was a stormy, windy night, such as raises whole squadrons of nondescript noises in rickety old houses. Windows were rattling, shutters flapping, and wind carousing, rumbling, and tumbling down the chimney, and, every once in a while, puffing out smoke and ashes, as if a legion of spirits were coming after them. Legree had been casting up accounts and reading newspapers for some hours, while Ca.s.sy sat in the corner; sullenly looking into the fire. Legree laid down his paper, and seeing an old book lying on the table, which he had noticed Ca.s.sy reading, the first part of the evening, took it up, and began to turn it over. It was one of those collections of stories of b.l.o.o.d.y murders, ghostly legends, and supernatural visitations, which, coa.r.s.ely got up and ill.u.s.trated, have a strange fascination for one who once begins to read them.

Legree poohed and pished, but read, turning page after page, till, finally, after reading some way, he threw down the book, with an oath.

"You don"t believe in ghosts, do you, Ca.s.s?" said he, taking the tongs and settling the fire. "I thought you"d more sense than to let noises scare you."

"No matter what I believe," said Ca.s.sy, sullenly.

"Fellows used to try to frighten me with their yarns at sea," said Legree. "Never come it round me that way. I"m too tough for any such trash, tell ye."

Ca.s.sy sat looking intensely at him in the shadow of the corner. There was that strange light in her eyes that always impressed Legree with uneasiness.

"Them noises was nothing but rats and the wind," said Legree. "Rats will make a devil of a noise. I used to hear "em sometimes down in the hold of the ship; and wind,--Lord"s sake! ye can make anything out o" wind."

Ca.s.sy knew Legree was uneasy under her eyes, and, therefore, she made no answer, but sat fixing them on him, with that strange, unearthly expression, as before.

"Come, speak out, woman,--don"t you think so?" said Legree.

"Can rats walk down stairs, and come walking through the entry, and open a door when you"ve locked it and set a chair against it?" said Ca.s.sy; "and come walk, walk, walking right up to your bed, and put out their hand, so?"

Ca.s.sy kept her glittering eyes fixed on Legree, as she spoke, and he stared at her like a man in the nightmare, till, when she finished by laying her hand, icy cold, on his, he sprung back, with an oath.

"Woman! what do you mean? n.o.body did?"

"O, no,--of course not,--did I say they did?" said Ca.s.sy, with a smile of chilling derision.

"But--did--have you really seen?--Come, Ca.s.s, what is it, now,--speak out!"

"You may sleep there, yourself," said Ca.s.sy, "if you want to know."

"Did it come from the garret, Ca.s.sy?"

"It,--what?" said Ca.s.sy.

"Why, what you told of--"

"I didn"t tell you anything," said Ca.s.sy, with dogged sullenness.

Legree walked up and down the room, uneasily.

"I"ll have this yer thing examined. I"ll look into it, this very night. I"ll take my pistols--"

"Do," said Ca.s.sy; "sleep in that room. I"d like to see you doing it. Fire your pistols,--do!"

Legree stamped his foot, and swore violently.

"Don"t swear," said Ca.s.sy; "n.o.body knows who may be hearing you. Hark! What was that?"

"What?" said Legree, starting.

A heavy old Dutch clock, that stood in the corner of the room, began, and slowly struck twelve.

For some reason or other, Legree neither spoke nor moved; a vague horror fell on him; while Ca.s.sy, with a keen, sneering glitter in her eyes, stood looking at him, counting the strokes.

"Twelve o"clock; well now we"ll see," said she, turning, and opening the door into the pa.s.sage-way, and standing as if listening.

"Hark! What"s that?" said she, raising her finger.

"It"s only the wind," said Legree. "Don"t you hear how cursedly it blows?"

"Simon, come here," said Ca.s.sy, in a whisper, laying her hand on his, and leading him to the foot of the stairs: "do you know what that is? Hark!"

A wild shriek came pealing down the stairway. It came from the garret. Legree"s knees knocked together; his face grew white with fear.

"Hadn"t you better get your pistols?" said Ca.s.sy, with a sneer that froze Legree"s blood. "It"s time this thing was looked into, you know. I"d like to have you go up now; they"re at it."

"I won"t go!" said Legree, with an oath.

"Why not? There an"t any such thing as ghosts, you know! Come!" and Ca.s.sy flitted up the winding stairway, laughing, and looking back after him. "Come on."

"I believe you are the devil!" said Legree. "Come back you hag,--come back, Ca.s.s! You shan"t go!"

But Ca.s.sy laughed wildly, and fled on. He heard her open the entry doors that led to the garret. A wild gust of wind swept down, extinguishing the candle he held in his hand, and with it the fearful, unearthly screams; they seemed to be shrieked in his very ear.

Legree fled frantically into the parlor, whither, in a few moments, he was followed by Ca.s.sy, pale, calm, cold as an avenging spirit, and with that same fearful light in her eye.

"I hope you are satisfied," said she.

"Blast you, Ca.s.s!" said Legree.

"What for?" said Ca.s.sy. "I only went up and shut the doors. What"s the matter with that garret, Simon, do you suppose?" said she.

"None of your business!" said Legree.

"O, it an"t? Well," said Ca.s.sy, "at any rate, I"m glad I don"t sleep under it."

Antic.i.p.ating the rising of the wind, that very evening, Ca.s.sy had been up and opened the garret window. Of course, the moment the doors were opened, the wind had drafted down, and extinguished the light.

This may serve as a specimen of the game that Ca.s.sy played with Legree, until he would sooner have put his head into a lion"s mouth than to have explored that garret. Meanwhile, in the night, when everybody else was asleep, Ca.s.sy slowly and carefully acc.u.mulated there a stock of provisions sufficient to afford subsistence for some time; she transferred, article by article, a greater part of her own and Emmeline"s wardrobe. All things being arranged, they only waited a fitting opportunity to put their plan in execution.

By cajoling Legree, and taking advantage of a good-natured interval, Ca.s.sy had got him to take her with him to the neighboring town, which was situated directly on the Red river. With a memory sharpened to almost preternatural clearness, she remarked every turn in the road, and formed a mental estimate of the time to be occupied in traversing it.

At the time when all was matured for action, our readers may, perhaps, like to look behind the scenes, and see the final coup d"etat.

It was now near evening, Legree had been absent, on a ride to a neighboring farm. For many days Ca.s.sy had been unusually gracious and accommodating in her humors; and Legree and she had been, apparently, on the best of terms. At present, we may behold her and Emmeline in the room of the latter, busy in sorting and arranging two small bundles.

"There, these will be large enough," said Ca.s.sy. "Now put on your bonnet, and let"s start; it"s just about the right time."

"Why, they can see us yet," said Emmeline.

"I mean they shall," said Ca.s.sy, coolly. "Don"t you know that they must have their chase after us, at any rate? The way of the thing is to be just this:--We will steal out of the back door, and run down by the quarters. Sambo or Quimbo will be sure to see us. They will give chase, and we will get into the swamp; then, they can"t follow us any further till they go up and give the alarm, and turn out the dogs, and so on; and, while they are blundering round, and tumbling over each other, as they always do, you and I will slip along to the creek, that runs back of the house, and wade along in it, till we get opposite the back door. That will put the dogs all at fault; for scent won"t lie in the water. Every one will run out of the house to look after us, and then we"ll whip in at the back door, and up into the garret, where I"ve got a nice bed made up in one of the great boxes. We must stay in that garret a good while, for, I tell you, he will raise heaven and earth after us. He"ll muster some of those old overseers on the other plantations, and have a great hunt; and they"ll go over every inch of ground in that swamp. He makes it his boast that n.o.body ever got away from him. So let him hunt at his leisure."

"Ca.s.sy, how well you have planned it!" said Emmeline. "Who ever would have thought of it, but you?"

There was neither pleasure nor exultation in Ca.s.sy"s eyes,--only a despairing firmness.

"Come," she said, reaching her hand to Emmeline.

The two fugitives glided noiselessly from the house, and flitted, through the gathering shadows of evening, along by the quarters. The crescent moon, set like a silver signet in the western sky, delayed a little the approach of night. As Ca.s.sy expected, when quite near the verge of the swamps that encircled the plantation, they heard a voice calling to them to stop. It was not Sambo, however, but Legree, who was pursuing them with violent execrations. At the sound, the feebler spirit of Emmeline gave way; and, laying hold of Ca.s.sy"s arm, she said, "O, Ca.s.sy, I"m going to faint!"

"If you do, I"ll kill you!" said Ca.s.sy, drawing a small, glittering stiletto, and flashing it before the eyes of the girl.

The diversion accomplished the purpose. Emmeline did not faint, and succeeded in plunging, with Ca.s.sy, into a part of the labyrinth of swamp, so deep and dark that it was perfectly hopeless for Legree to think of following them, without a.s.sistance.

"Well," said he, chuckling brutally; "at any rate, they"ve got themselves into a trap now--the baggage! They"re safe enough. They shall sweat for it!"

"Hulloa, there! Sambo! Quimbo! All hands!" called Legree, coming to the quarters, when the men and women were just returning from work. "There"s two runaways in the swamps. I"ll give five dollars to any n.i.g.g.e.r as catches "em. Turn out the dogs! Turn out Tiger, and Fury, and the rest!"

The sensation produced by this news was immediate. Many of the men sprang forward, officiously, to offer their services, either from the hope of the reward, or from that cringing subserviency which is one of the most baleful effects of slavery. Some ran one way, and some another. Some were for getting flambeaux of pine-knots. Some were uncoupling the dogs, whose hoa.r.s.e, savage bay added not a little to the animation of the scene.

"Mas"r, shall we shoot "em, if can"t cotch "em?" said Sambo, to whom his master brought out a rifle.

"You may fire on Ca.s.s, if you like; it"s time she was gone to the devil, where she belongs; but the gal, not," said Legree. "And now, boys, be spry and smart. Five dollars for him that gets "em; and a gla.s.s of spirits to every one of you, anyhow."

The whole band, with the glare of blazing torches, and whoop, and shout, and savage yell, of man and beast, proceeded down to the swamp, followed, at some distance, by every servant in the house. The establishment was, of a consequence, wholly deserted, when Ca.s.sy and Emmeline glided into it the back way. The whooping and shouts of their pursuers were still filling the air; and, looking from the sitting-room windows, Ca.s.sy and Emmeline could see the troop, with their flambeaux, just dispersing themselves along the edge of the swamp.

"See there!" said Emmeline, pointing to Ca.s.sy; "the hunt is begun! Look how those lights dance about! Hark! the dogs! Don"t you hear? If we were only there, our chances wouldn"t be worth a picayune. O, for pity"s sake, do let"s hide ourselves. Quick!"

"There"s no occasion for hurry," said Ca.s.sy, coolly; "they are all out after the hunt,--that"s the amus.e.m.e.nt of the evening! We"ll go up stairs, by and by. Meanwhile," said she, deliberately taking a key from the pocket of a coat that Legree had thrown down in his hurry, "meanwhile I shall take something to pay our pa.s.sage."

She unlocked the desk, took from it a roll of bills, which she counted over rapidly.

"O, don"t let"s do that!" said Emmeline.

"Don"t!" said Ca.s.sy; "why not? Would you have us starve in the swamps, or have that that will pay our way to the free states. Money will do anything, girl." And, as she spoke, she put the money in her bosom.

"It would be stealing," said Emmeline, in a distressed whisper.

"Stealing!" said Ca.s.sy, with a scornful laugh. "They who steal body and soul needn"t talk to us. Every one of these bills is stolen,--stolen from poor, starving, sweating creatures, who must go to the devil at last, for his profit. Let him talk about stealing! But come, we may as well go up garret; I"ve got a stock of candles there, and some books to pa.s.s away the time. You may be pretty sure they won"t come there to inquire after us. If they do, I"ll play ghost for them."

When Emmeline reached the garret, she found an immense box, in which some heavy pieces of furniture had once been brought, turned on its side, so that the opening faced the wall, or rather the eaves. Ca.s.sy lit a small lamp, and creeping round under the eaves, they established themselves in it. It was spread with a couple of small mattresses and some pillows; a box near by was plentifully stored with candles, provisions, and all the clothing necessary to their journey, which Ca.s.sy had arranged into bundles of an astonishingly small compa.s.s.

"There," said Ca.s.sy, as she fixed the lamp into a small hook, which she had driven into the side of the box for that purpose; "this is to be our home for the present. How do you like it?"

"Are you sure they won"t come and search the garret?"

"I"d like to see Simon Legree doing that," said Ca.s.sy. "No, indeed; he will be too glad to keep away. As to the servants, they would any of them stand and be shot, sooner than show their faces here."

Somewhat rea.s.sured, Emmeline settled herself back on her pillow.

"What did you mean, Ca.s.sy, by saying you would kill me?" she said, simply.

"I meant to stop your fainting," said Ca.s.sy, "and I did do it. And now I tell you, Emmeline, you must make up your mind not to faint, let what will come; there"s no sort of need of it. If I had not stopped you, that wretch might have had his hands on you now."

Emmeline shuddered.

The two remained some time in silence. Ca.s.sy busied herself with a French book; Emmeline, overcome with the exhaustion, fell into a doze, and slept some time. She was awakened by loud shouts and outcries, the tramp of horses" feet, and the baying of dogs. She started up, with a faint shriek.

"Only the hunt coming back," said Ca.s.sy, coolly; "never fear. Look out of this knot-hole. Don"t you see "em all down there? Simon has to give up, for this night. Look, how muddy his horse is, flouncing about in the swamp; the dogs, too, look rather crestfallen. Ah, my good sir, you"ll have to try the race again and again,--the game isn"t there."

"O, don"t speak a word!" said Emmeline; "what if they should hear you?"

"If they do hear anything, it will make them very particular to keep away," said Ca.s.sy. "No danger; we may make any noise we please, and it will only add to the effect."

At length the stillness of midnight settled down over the house. Legree, cursing his ill luck, and vowing dire vengeance on the morrow, went to bed.

CHAPTER XL.