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21st.. 1919. J- ' ' '
I N THE IllSlfe
THE INDEPENDENT ELIZABETH CITY, N. C.
A TALE OF THE NORTH COUNTRY
IN THE TIME OF SILAS WRIGHT
EBEN HOLDEM, D"RI AND U DARREL OF THE BLESSED 1SLEV
KEEPING -UP WH UZZIE. ETC, ETC . .;
OOrTBOm NNSISBifMNKt MM MttClft
fbe Light in the Clearing shone upon
many things and mostly upon those
which above all others, nave Impassioned
and perpetuated the Spirit ot America
and which, just nowy seem to me to be
worthy of attention. I believe that spirit
to be the very candle of the Lord which,
in this dark and windy night of time, has
flickered so that the souls of the faithful
have been afraid But let Us be of good
cheer. It is shining brighter as I write
and, under God, I believe it shall, by and
by be seen and loved of all men.
v One self-contained, Homeric figure, of
the remote country-aide in which I was
bofil. had the true Splrtt of Democracy
and shed its light abroad In the senate of
the United States and the c&pltol at Al
bany. He carried the Candle of the Ijord.
It led him to a height of self-forgetfqj-Bess
achieved by only two others Wash
ington and Lincoln. Yet I have been sur
prised by the profound and general Ig
norance of this generation regarding the
career of Silas Wright.
The distinguished senator who served
at his side for many years, Thomas H.
Benton of Missouri, has this to say of
Silas Wright In his Thirty Years View:
"He refused cabinet appointments un
der his fast friend Van Buren and under
Polk whom he may be said to have
elected. He refused a seat on the bench
of the Supreme court of the United
States; he rejected instantly the nomina
tion in 1844 for vice president; he refused
to be put in nomination for the presi
dency. He spent that time in declining
office which others did in winning it. The
offices he did accept, It might well be
said, were thrust upon him. He was born
great and above office and unwillingly de
scended to it."
So much by way of preparing the reader
to meet the great commoner in these
There were those who accused . Mr.
Wright of being a spoilsman, the only
warrant for which claim would seem to
be his remark in a letter: "When our
enemies accuse us of feeding our friends
instead of them never let them lie in tell
ing the story."
He was, in fact, a human being, through
and through, but so upright that they
used to say of him that he was "as hon
est as any man under heaven or in it."
For my knowledge of the color ana
spirit of the time I am indebted to a long
course of reading in Its books, newspa
pers and "periodicals, notably the Norm
American Review, the United States Mag
azine and Democratic Review, the New
vnrv Mirror, the Knickerbocker, the St.
tawrence Republican, Benton's Thirty
years' View, Bancroft's Life of Martin
Van Buren. histories, of Wright and his
time by Hammond and Jenkins, and to
many manuscript letters of the distin
guished commoner in the New York pub
lic library and in the possession of Mr.
Samuel Wright of Weybridge, Vermont.
To any who may think that they dis
cover portraits in these pages I desire to
say that all the characters save only
Silas Wright and President Van Buren
and Barton Baynes are purely Imagin
ary. However, there were Grlmshaws
and Purvises and Blnkses and Aunt Deels
and Uncle Peabodys in almost every rus
tic neighborhood those days, and I regret
to add that Roving Kate was on many
roads. The case of Amos Grimshaw bears
a striking resemblance to that of young
BIckford, executed long ago in Malone,
for the particulars of which case I am
indebted to my friend, Mr. H. I rves of
"What now?" lie asked.
"My stars ! he sneaked Into the par
lor and tipped over the what-not and
smashed- that beautiful wax wreath !"
"Jerusalem .: four-corners !" .he ex
claimed. 'Til have to"
" He stopped as he was wont to do on
the threshold of strong opinions and
The " rest of the' "conversation" was
drowned In my own cries and Uncle
Peabody came and lifted me. tenderly
and carried me upstairs v .
l IJe jgat down with me on his lap and
hushed my crle& Then he said very
Now, Bub, yon and me have got to
be careful. What-nots and albums
and wax flowers and haircloth spfys
are the most, dang'rous critters in St.
Lawrence county. They're purty sav
age. Keep your eye peeled. You can't
tell what minute they'll jump on ye.
More boys have been dragged away
and tore to pieces by 'em than by all
the bears and panthers In the woods.
Keep out o that old parlor.. Ye might
as well co Into a cage o' wolves. How
be I goin' to make ye remember It?'.
"I don't know," I whimpered and be
gan to cry out In fearful anticipation.
He set me In a chair, picked up one
of his old carpet-slippers and began to
thunm the bed with It. He belabored
He Belabored the Bed With Tremen
dous Vigor, Exclaiming "You Dread
Which Is the Story of the Candle
and the Compass.
The Melon Harvest.
Once upon a time I owned a water
melon. I say once because I never did
it again. When I got through owning
that melon I never wanted another.
The time was 1831; "I was a boy of
seven and the melon was the first of
all my harvests. '
I didn't know much about myself
those days except the fact that my
Rart Baynes and, further,
that I was an orphan who owned a
watermelon and a little spotted hen
and lived on Rattleroad in a neighbor
hood called Lickityspllt. I lived with
my Aunt Deel and my Uncle Peabody
Baynes on a farm. They were brother
and sister be about thirty-eight and
she a little beyond the far-distant goal
of forty. '
My father and mother died In a
scourge of diphtheria that swept the
neighborhood when I was a boy of
A few days after I arrived, in the
home of my aunt and uncle I slyly en
tered the parlor and climbed the what
not to examine some white flowers on
its top shelf and tipped the whole
thing over, scattering its burden of
albums, wax flowers and seashells
on the floor. My aunt came running
on her tiptoes and exclaimed: "Mercy I
Come right out o' here this minute
you pest 1" ,
I took some rather long steps going
out, which were due to the fact that
Aunt Deel had hold of my hand. While
I sat weeping she went back into the
parlor and began to pick up things.
"My wreath 1 my wreath 1" I heard
How well I remember that little as-
semblage of flower ghosts in wax I
They had no more right to associate
with human beings than the ghosts of
labia. Uncle Peabody used to call
them the "Minervy flowers" because
they were a present from his Aunt
Minerva. When Aunt Deel returned
to the kitchen where I sat a sorrow
ing little refugee hunched up in a cor
ner she said: "Til have to tell your
Uncle Peabody ayes I"
"Oh please don't tell my Uncle Pea
body," I wailed.
"Ayes! Til have to tell him," she
For the first time I looked for him
with dread at the window and when
he came I hid in a closet and heard
that solemn and penetrating note In
her voice as she said:
.!3 .guess you'll have to take that boy1
the bed with tremendous vigor. Mean
while he looked at me and exclaimed:
4,You dreadful child !"
I knew that my sins were responsi
ble for this violence. It frightened me
and my- cries Increased.
The door at the bottom of the stairs
Aunt Deel called :
Don't lose your temper, Peabody. 1
think you've gone fur 'nough ayes!
Uncle Peabody stopped and blew as
If he were very tired and then I caught
a look in his face that reassured me.
He called back to her: "I wouldn't
rnred so much if it hadn't 'a been
the what-not and them Minervy flow-
. i 1A4
! ers. wnen a Doy taps over u. wuai-uui
he's goto' it purty strong.".
"Well, don't be too severe. You'd
better come now and git me a pan o
water ayes, I think ye had.'
Uncle Peabody did a lot of sneezing
and coughing with his big, red hand
kerchief over his face and I was noi
old enough then to understand It. H
kissed me and took my little hand la
his big hard one and led me down the
I dreamed that night that a long-leg
ged what-not, with a wax wreath In fU
hands chased me around the house
and caught and bit me on the neck.
called for help and uncle came and
found me on the floor and put me back
In bed again.
For a long time I thought that the
way a man punished a boy, was bj
thumping his bed. I knew that women
had a different and less satisfactory
method, for I remembered that mj
mother had spanked me and Aunt Dee!
had a way of giving my hands and
-as 1 said to Mr: HOT&C5 TJTlSEeTb erg,"
were phrases calculated to establish
our social standing. I supposed tnai
the world was peopled by Joneses, Lln
colns, Humphries and Dunkelbergs,
but mostly by Dunkelbergs. These lat
ter were very rich people who lived in
Canton village. '- . '''"''f.:-'
I know, now, how dearly Aunt Deel
loved her brother and me. I must have
been a great trial to that woman of
forty unused to the pranks of chil
dren and the tender offices of a moth
er. Naturally I turned from her to
my Uncle Peabody as a refuge and a
help in time of trouble, with increasing
fondness. He had no knitting or sew
ing to do and when Uncle Peabody saf
In the house he gave all his time to
me and we weathered many a storm
together as we sat silently In his fa
vorite corner, of an evening, when I
always, went to sleep In his arms)
- I was seven years old when Uncle
Peabody gave me the watermelon
seeds. I put, one of them in my mouth
and bit it.
"It appears to me there's an awful
draft blowln down your throat," 6ald
Uncle Peabody. "You ain't no busi
ness eatin a melon seed."
"Way?" was my query.
"'Cause It was made to put in the
ground. Didn't you know It was aliveT"
4 ivei;tiexclaimed.cs ..a v.sA'Sicrffe'
"Alive," said he. "I'll show ye."
He put a number of the seeds In
.the? ground and covered them', and
f aid that part of the garden should
be mine. I watched it every day and
by and by two vines' came up. One
sickened and died In dry weather. Un
cle Peabody said that I must water
the other every day, I did It 1 faith-,
fufiy and the vine throve.
It was hard work, I thought, to go
down Into the garden, night and morn
ing, with my little pail full of water,
but uncle said that I 6hould get my
pay when the melon was ripe. I had
also to keep the wood-box full and
feed the chickens. .They were odious
tasks. When I asked Aunt Deel what
I should get for doing them she an
swered Quickly: ,
"Nospanks and bread and butter
When I asked what were "nospanks"
she told me that they were part ol
the wages of a good child. I was
better paid for my care of the water
melon vine, for its growth was mea
sured with a string every day and kept
me interested. One morning I found
five blossoms on it. I picked one and
carried it to Aunt Deel. Another 1
destroyed in the tragedy of catching
a bumblebee which had crawled into
its cup. In due time three small mel
ons appeared. When they were as
big as a baseball I picked two of them.
One I tasted and threw" away, as I
ran to the pump for relief. The other
I hurled at a dog on my way to,
So that last melon on the vine had
my undivided affection. It grew in
size and reputation, and soon I
learned that a reputation is about the
worst thing that a watermelon can
acquire while it is on the vine. I in
vited everybody that came to the
house to go and see my watermelon,
They looked it over and said pleas
ant things about it When I was a
boy people used to treat children and
watermelons with a like solicitude
Both were a subject for jests and
produced similar reactions in the hu
man countenance. y
At last Uncle Peabody agreed wltl
me that it was about time to pick the
melon. I decided to pick it immediate
ly after meeting on Sunday, so thai
I could give it to my aunt and uncl
at dinner-time. When we got hom
I ran for the garden. My feet and
those of our friends and neighbor!
had literally worn" a path to the mel
on. In eager haste -1 got my litth
wheelbarrow and ran with it to th
end of that path. There I founl
nothing but broken vines I The melox
had vanished. I ran back to th
house almost overcome by a feellnj
of alarm, for I had thought long ol
that hour of pride when I should
bring the melon and present it to mj
aunt and uncle. - ' .
"Uncle Peabody," I shouted, "m;
melon is gone." '
"Well, I van!" said he, "somebodj
must 'a' stole it."
"But it was my melon," I said wltl
a trembling voice.
"Yes, and I vum it's too bad! But
Bart, you ain't learned yit that then
are wicked people in the world wh
come and take what don't belong t
Them were tears i my eyes whet
, "They'll bring it back, won't they?
I "have Vainly" tried lo"estimaie. Tror
one thing that sudden revelation of
the heart of childhood had lifted my
aunt's out of the cold' storage1 of a
puritanic spirit, and warmed it into
new life and opened Its door for me. "
In the afternoon she sent, me over
to Wills' to borrow a : little tea." . I
stopped for a : few minutes to play
with Henry Wilis a boy not quite
a year older than :t;i While .; playing
there I ! discovered a piece : of the
rind of my melon In the dooryard.; On
that piece of 7 rind I - saw - the cross
which I had. made one day -with my
thumb-nail. ; It; was intended to in
dicate that the melon was solely and"
wholly mine.' I felt a flush of anger.
"I hate you," I said as I approached
him. - .' '.' . :
"I hate you' he answered. ;
"You're a snake I" I said ;
We now ; stood, face to face " and
breast to breast, like a pair of young
roosters. He gave me a shove and
told me to go home. I gave him a
shove and told him I . wouldn't. . I
pushed up close to him again and
we glared into each other's eyes.
Snddenlv he spat in my "face. . 1
gave him a scratch on the forehead
with my finger-nails. Then we fell
upon each other and rolled on the
ground and "hit and scratched with
feline ferocity. r: .-. :-, ,- - .; ; :-' V,"v
?"Mrs.: Wills ran out of the house and
parted us. -Our blood was hot, and
Leaking through the skin of our faces
a .little. " :
"He pitched on me," Henry ex-
Dlained. , ' ?krilAr-l?.rA : i "
' I couldn't speak. zi'
"Go right home this minute you
brat!" said Mrs. Willis In anger.
"Here's your tea, Don't you ever come
here again." -
I took the tea and started down the
road weeping. What a: bitter day
that was for mel I dreaded to face
my aunt and uncle. Coming through
the erove down by our gate I met
Uncle Peabody.'- With the keen in
sight of the father of the prodigal son
he had. seen me coming -a long way
off" and shouted: ---si-
"Weil, here ye be I was kind o'
Then his eye caught the look of de-
lection In my gait and figure"." He hur-
rioA tftwurd me. He stooped as I
came sobbing to his feet.
"Why, what's the matter?" he asked
gently, as he took the tea cup from
my hand, and sat down upon his heels.
I could only fall into- his arms and
nwself in the grief of child
hood. He hugged me close and begged
me to tell him what was the mat
ter. . ' -
"That Wills boy stole my melon
I said, and the words came slow with
"Oh, no, he didn't," said Uncle Pea-
va hf did. I saw a niece o the
"Well bv" said Uncle Peabody,
stopping, as usual, at the edge of the
"He's a snake," I added.
"And you fit and he scratched you
up that way?"
"I scratched him, too."
"Don't you say a word about it to
Aunt Deel. Don't ever speak o' that
miserable melon TtgTn " "ttf anybody.
. J A AVm. An
jcou scoot arounu w uio umu,
m be there in a minute and fix ye
He went by the road with the tea
and I ran around to the lane anu up
to the stable. Uncle Peabody met
me there in a moment and brought a
pall of water and washed my face
so that I felt and looked more respect
The worst was over for that day,
but the Baynes-Wllls feud had begun,
It led to many a' fight in the school
vnrd and on the way home. We were
so evenly matched that our quarrel
went on for a long time and gathered
intensity as it continued.
One June day Uncle Peabody and
I, from down In the fields, saw a
fine carriage drive in at our gate. He
stopped end looked Intently.
"JorTraalem four-corners I" he ex
claimed. "It's Mr. and Mrs. Horace
My heart beat fast at thought"!
the legendary Dunkelbergs. Und
locked me over from top to toe.
"Heavens!" he exclaimed. "Go down
to the brook and wash the mud oft
yer feet an legs."
I ran for the brook and before I
had returned to my uncle I heard the
"The Dunkelbergs ! the Dunkel
bergs! Come quick 1" it seemed to
-oany, inis is eanon eaynes. wani rhin WOPSe than tlDDine over a what-
You Shake Hands With Him?" Said -Thoroughly frightened I fled and
the mysTBTy By" wUIcH Its meanings
were partly hidden. ; I had . many
questions to ask and she told me what
were fairies and silks and diamonds
and grand ladies and noble gentlemen.
We sat down to one of our familiar
dinners of salt pork and milk gravy ,
and apple pie now enriched by sweet
pickles and preserves and frosted
A query had entered my mind and.
soon after we had begun eating I:
asked:, - - J
."Aunt Deel, what is the difference
.between a boy and. a girl?". ;
i There was a little silence in which
my aunt drew in her breath and ex
claimed, "Wy I" and turned very, red
and covered her face with her nap
kin. Uncle Peabody laughed so loud-.:
ly that the chickens began to cackle. .
Mr. and Mrs. Dunkelberg also covered
their faces.. Aunt Deel, rose and went J
to the stove and shoved the teapot
along, exclaiming: r .
"Goodness gracious sakes alive 1" j
The tea slopped. over on the stove.
Uncle" Peabody laughed louder and
Mr. Dunkelberg's face was purple.
Shep came running into the house
just as I ran out of it. I had made
up my mind that I had done some-
Mrs. Dunkelberg. ., -
consciousness until then.
While I sat listening I felt a tweak
of my hair, and looking around I saw:
the -Dunkelberg girl standing behind
me with a saucy smile on her face. "
"Wont, you come, and . play . witli
me?" she asked."..,.,.' . . r -
I took' herlTout ;' in the garden to
show her ,v?here.. my . watermelon had
lain. At; the "moment: I couldn't, think
of anything ;else to show he, v. As we
walked along' I observed that her feet
were in dainty shiny button-shoes.
Suddenly I began to be ashamed of
my f eetvthat 7 were .browned cbjrtf the
sunlight and scratched by the briers.
The absentjwatermelon didn't seem to
interest her. - - v
Tret's nlav house in the grove," said
she, and showed me how to build a
house by laying rows of stones witn
an opening for a door.
"Now you be my husband," saw
Oddly enough I had heard of hus
bands but had"only a shadowy notion
of what they were. I knew that there
was none In our house.
"What's that?" I asked.
She laughed-and answered: "Some
body that a girl is married to."
. "You mean a father?"
"Once. I had a father," I boasted.;
"Weil, well play we're married and
that you have just got home from a
Journey. You go out in the woods
and then you come home and TO
meet you at the door."
I did as she bade me. but' I was not
glad enough to see her.
"You must kiss me," she prompted
in a whisper.
I kissed her very swiftly, and gin
gerly like one picking up a hot coal
and she caught me In her arms
and kissed me three times while hei
soft hair threw its golden veil over
"Oh, Tm so glad to see you," she
said as she drew away from me and
shook back her hair.
"Golly! this is fun!" I said.
"Now go to sleep and m tell you
a story," said she.
Then she told pretty tales of fair
ies and of grand ladies and noble gen
tlemen .who wore gold coats and
words and diamonds and silks, and
said wonderful words in such a won
derful way. I dare say it prospered
all the better In my ears because jof
not. Thoroughly frightened I fled and
took refuge behind the ' ash-house;
where Sally found me. I knew of
one thing I would never do again. She
coaxed me Into the grove where we
had another play spell.
. I needed just that kind- of thing,
and what a time It was for me I A
pleasant sadness comes when I think
of that day It was so long ago. .As
the Dunkelbergs left us I stood look
ing down the road on which they
were disappearing. That evening my
ears caught a note of sadness in the
voice of the katydids, and memory
began to play its part with me. Best
of all I remembered the kisses and
the bright blue eyes and the soft curly
hair with the smell of roses ia it,
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head a kind of watermelon thump with
the middle finger of her right hand and
with a curious look In her eyes. Uncle
Peabody used to call It a "snaptlous
look." Almost always he whacked the
bed with his slipper. There were ex
ceptions, however, and, by and by, I
came to know In each case the desti
nation of the slipper, for If I had done
anything which really afflicted my con
science that strip of leather seemed to
know the troth, and found Its way to
my person. . '
Aunt Deel tolled Incessantly. She
washed and scrubbed and polished and
dusted and sewed and knit from morn
ing until night She lived In mortal
fear that company would come and
find her unprepared Alma Jones or
Jabez Lincoln and his wife, or Ben and
Mary Humphries, or "Mr. and Mrs.
Horace Dunkelberg." These were the
people of whom she talked when the
neighbors came In and when she was
not talking of the Bayneses. I observed
that she always said Mr. and Mrs.
Horace Dunkelberg.' They were the
conversational ornaments of our home.
As Mrs. Horace Dunkelberp says.' or;
"Never!" ald Uncle Peabody, Tm
afraid they've et it up."
He had no sooner said It than a
cry broke from my lips, and I sank
down upon the grass . moaning and
sobbing. I lay amidst the ruins of
the simple faith of childhood. It was
as if the world and all its joys had
come to an end.
Aunt Deel spoke In a low, kindly
tone and came and lifted me to my
feet very tenderly.
"Come, Bart, don't feel so about
that old melon," said she, "It ain't
worth it. Come with me. Tm going
to give you a present ayes I bel
I was still crying when she took
me to her trunk, and offered the
grateful assuagement of candy and
a belt, all embroidered with blue and
"Now you see- Bart, how low and
mean anybody Is that takes what
don't belong to 'em ayes I They're
snakes ( Everybody hates 'em an'
stamps on 'em when they come In
The abomination of the Lord was
In her look and manner. How It
shook my soul! He who had taken
the watermelon had also taken from
me something I was never to have
again, and a very wonderful thing It
was faith In the goodness of men.
My eyes had seen eviL The world
had committed its first offense against
me and my spirit was no longer the
white and beautiful thing it had been.
Still,-therein is the beginning of wis
dom and, looking down the long vista
of the years, I thank God for the
great harvest of the lost watermelon.
Better things had come In Its place
nnderstanding and, what more often
Mr. Dunkelberg was a big, broad
shouldered, solemn-looking man. Some
how his face reminded me of a lionte
which I had seen in one of my pic
ture books. He had a thick, long, out
standing mustache and side whiskers,
and deep-set eyes and heavy eyebrows.
He stood for half a moment looking
down at me from a great height with
his right hand In his pocket. I heard
a little jingle of coins down where
his hand was. It excited my curios
ity. He took a step toward me and
I retreated. I feared, a little, this
big, lion-like man. My fears left me
suddenly when he spoke in a small
squeaky voice that reminded me of
the chirping of a bird.
"Little boy, come here and I will
make you a present," said he.
It reminded me of my disappoint
ment when uncle tried to shoot his
gun at a squirrel and only the cap
I went to him and he laid a silver
piece in the palm of my hand. Aunt
Deel began to hurry about getting din
ner ready while Uncle Peabody and
I sat down on the porch with our
guests, among whom was a pretty,
blue-eyed girl of about my own age,
with long, golden-brown . hair that
hung in curls.
"Sally, this is Barton Baynes cant
you shake hands with him?" said Mrs.
With a smile the girl came and of
fered me her hand and made a funny
bow and said that she was glad to
see toe. I took her hand awkwardly
and made no reply. I had never seen
many girls and had no very high opin
ion of them.
As we sat there I heard the men
talking about the great Silas Wright,
who had; just returned, to his home
In Canton. He hadnot entered my
My life's work has been devoted
to the improvement of Southern
Crops and Soils.
F. S. ROYSTER
F. S ROYSTER GUANO COMPANY
Tarboro, N. C. Cfhanotte, w-
Morfnlk. Va. Richmond, Va.
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