Chapter I. In which the Reader is introduced to a Man of Humanity
LATE in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished dining parlor, in the town of P, in Kentucky. There were no servants present, and the gentlemen, with chairs closely approaching, seemed to be discussing some subject with great earnestness.
For convenience sake, we have said, hitherto, two gentlemen. One of the parties, however, when critically examined, did not seem, strictly speaking, to come under the species. He was a short, thick-set man, with coarse, commonplace features, and that swaggering air of pretension which marks a low man who is trying to elbow his way upward in the world. He was much over-dressed, in a gaudy vest of many colors, a blue neckerchief, bedropped gayly with yellow spots, and arranged with a flaunting tie, quite in keeping with the general air of the man. His hands, large and coarse, were plentifully bedecked with rings; and he wore a heavy gold watch-chain, with a bundle of seals of portentous size, and a great variety of colors, attached to it,which, in the ardor of conversation, he was in the habit of flourishing and jingling with evident satisfaction. His conversation was in free and easy defiance of Murrays Grammar, and was garnished at convenient intervals with various profane expressions, which not even the desire to be graphic in our account shall induce us to transcribe.
His companion, Mr. Shelby, had the appearance of a gentleman; and the arrangements of the house, and the general air of the housekeeping, indicated easy, and even opulent circumstances. As we before stated, the two were in the midst of an earnest conversation.
No; I mean, really, Tom is a good, steady, sensible, pious fellow. He got religion at a camp-meeting, four years ago; and I believe he really did get it. I ve trusted him, since then, with everything I have,money, house, horses,and let him come and go round the country; and I always found him true and square in everything.
Some folks dont believe there is pious niggers, Shelby, said Haley, with a candid flourish of his hand, but I do. I had a fellow, now, in this yer last lot I took to Orleanst was as good as a meetin, now, really, to hear that critter pray; and he was quite gentle and quiet like. He fetched me a good sum, too, for I bought him cheap of a man that was bliged to sell out; so I realized six hundred on him. Yes, I consider religion a valeyable thing in a nigger, when it s the genuine article, and no mistake.
Well, Tom s got the real article, if ever a fellow had, rejoined the other. Why, last fall, I let him go to Cincinnati alone, to do business for me, and bring home five hundred dollars. Tom, says I to him, I trust you, because I think you re a ChristianI know you would nt cheat. Tom comes back, sure enough; I knew he would. Some low fellows, they say, said to himTom, why dont you make tracks for Canada? Ah, master trusted me, and I could nt,they told me about it. I am sorry to part with Tom, I must say. You ought to let him cover the whole balance of the debt; and you would, Haley, if you had any conscience.
Well, I ve got just as much conscience as any man in business can afford to keep,just a little, you know, to swear by, as t were, said the trader, jocularly; and, then, I m ready to do anything in reason to blige friends; but this yer, you see, is a leetle too hard on a fellowa leetle too hard. The trader sighed contemplatively, and poured out some more brandy.
Here the door opened, and a small quadroon boy, between four and five years of age, entered the room. There was something in his appearance remarkably beautiful and engaging. His black hair, fine as floss silk, hung in glossy curls about his round, dimpled face, while a pair of large dark eyes, full of fire and softness, looked out from beneath the rich, long lashes, as he peered curiously into the apartment. A gay robe of scarlet and yellow plaid, carefully made and neatly fitted, set off to advantage the dark and rich style of his beauty; and a certain comic air of assurance, blended with bashfulness, showed that he had been not unused to being petted and noticed by his master.
Now, Jim, show this gentleman how you can dance and sing. The boy commenced one of those wild, grotesque songs common among the negroes, in a rich, clear voice, accompanying his singing with many comic evolutions of the hands, feet, and whole body, all in perfect time to the music.
Instantly the flexible limbs of the child assumed the appearance of deformity and distortion, as, with his back humped up, and his masters stick in his hand, he hobbled about the room, his childish face drawn into a doleful pucker, and spitting from right to left, in imitation of an old man.
Now, Jim, said his master, show us how old Elder Robbins leads the psalm. The boy drew his chubby face down to a formidable length, and commenced toning a psalm tune through his nose, with imperturbable gravity.
Hurrah! bravo! what a young un! said Haley; that chap s a case, I ll promise. Tell you what, said he, suddenly clapping his hand on Mr. Shelbys shoulder, fling in that chap, and I ll settle the businessI will. Come, now, if that aint doing the thing up about the rightest!
There needed only a glance from the child to her, to identify her as its mother. There was the same rich, full, dark eye, with its long lashes; the same ripples of silky black hair. The brown of her complexion gave way on the cheek to a perceptible flush, which deepened as she saw the gaze of the strange man fixed upon her in bold and undisguised admiration. Her dress was of the neatest possible fit, and set off to advantage her finely moulded shape;a delicately formed hand and a trim foot and ankle were items of appearance that did not escape the quick eye of the trader, well used to run up at a glance the points of a fine female article.
By Jupiter, said the trader, turning to him in admiration, there s an article, now! You might make your fortune on that ar gal in Orleans, any day. I ve seen over a thousand, in my day, paid down for gals not a bit handsomer.
Ay, ay! women always say such things, cause they hant no sort of calculation. Just show em how many watches, feathers, and trinkets, ones weight in gold would buy, and that alters the case, I reckon.
Why, I ve got a friend that s going into this yer branch of the businesswants to buy up handsome boys to raise for the market. Fancy articles entirelysell for waiters, and so on, to rich uns, that can pay for handsome uns. It sets off one of yer great placesa real handsome boy to open door, wait, and tend. They fetch a good sum; and this little devil is such a comical, musical concern, he s just the article!
O, you do?La! yessomething of that ar natur. I understand, perfectly. It is mighty onpleasant getting on with women, sometimes, I alays hates these yer screechin, screamin times. They are mighty onpleasant; but, as I manages business, I generally avoids em, sir. Now, what if you get the girl off for a day, or a week, or so; then the thing s done quietly,all over before she comes home. Your wife might get her some ear-rings, or a new gown, or some such truck, to make up with her.
Lor bless ye, yes! These critters ant like white folks, you know; they gets over things, only manage right. Now, they say, said Haley, assuming a candid and confidential air, that this kind o trade is hardening to the feelings; but I never found it so. Fact is, I never could do things up the way some fellers manage the business. I ve seen em as would pull a womans child out of her arms, and set him up to sell, and she screechin like mad all the time;very bad policydamages the articlemakes em quite unfit for service sometimes. I knew a real handsome gal once, in Orleans, as was entirely ruined by this sort o handling. The fellow that was trading for her did nt want her baby; and she was one of your real high sort, when her blood was up. I tell you, she squeezed up her child in her arms, and talked, and went on real awful. It kinder makes my blood run cold to think ont; and when they carried off the child, and locked her up, she jest went ravin mad, and died in a week. Clear waste, sir, of a thousand dollars, just for want of management,there s where t is. It s always best to do the humane thing, sir; that s been my experience. And the trader leaned back in his chair, and folded his arm, with an air of virtuous decision, apparently considering himself a second Wilberforce.
The subject appeared to interest the gentleman deeply; for while Mr. Shelby was thoughtfully peeling an orange, Haley broke out afresh, with becoming diffidence, but as if actually driven by the force of truth to say a few words more.
It dont look well, now, for a feller to be praisin himself; but I say it jest because it s the truth. I believe I m reckoned to bring in about the finest droves of niggers that is brought in,at least, I ve been told so; if I have once, I reckon I have a hundred times,all in good case,fat and likely, and I lose as few as any man in the business. And I lays it all to my management, sir; and humanity, sir, I may say, is the great pillar of my management.
Now, I ve been laughed at for my notions, sir, and I ve been talked to. They ant poplar, and they ant common; but I stuck to em, sir; I ve stuck to em, and realized well on em; yes, sir, they have paid their passage, I may say, and the trader laughed at his joke.
There was something so piquant and original in these elucidations of humanity, that Mr. Shelby could not help laughing in company. Perhaps you laugh too, dear reader; but you know humanity comes out in a variety of strange forms now-a-days, and there is no end to the odd things that humane people will say and do.
It s strange, now, but I never could beat this into peoples heads. Now, there was Tom Loker, my old partner, down in Natchez; he was a clever fellow, Tom was, only the very devil with niggers,on principle t was, you see, for a better hearted feller never broke bread; t was his system, sir. I used to talk to Tom. Why, Tom, I used to say, when your gals takes on and cry, what s the use o crackin on em over the head, and knockin on em round? It s ridiculous, says I, and dont do no sort o good. Why, I dont see no harm in their cryin, says I; it s natur, says I, and if natur cant blow off one way, it will another. Besides, Tom, says I, it jest spiles your gals; they get sickly, and down in the mouth; and sometimes they gets ugly,particular yallow gals do,and it s the devil and all gettin on em broke in. Now, says I, why cant you kinder coax em up, and speak em fair? Depend on it, Tom, a little humanity, thrown in along, goes a heap further than all your jawin and crackin; and it pays better, says I, depend on t. But Tom could nt get the hang on t; and he spiled so many for me, that I had to break off with him, though he was a good-hearted fellow, and as fair a business hand as is goin.
Why, yes, sir, I may say so. You see, when I any ways can, I takes a leetle care about the onpleasant parts, like selling young uns and that,get the gals out of the wayout of sight, out of mind, you know,and when it s clean done, and cant be helped, they naturally gets used to it. Tant, you know, as if it was white folks, that s brought up in the way of spectin to keep their children and wives, and all that. Niggers, you know, that s fetched up properly, hant no kind of spectations of no kind; so all these things comes easier.
Spose not; you Kentucky folks spile your niggers. You mean well by em, but tant no real kindness, arter all. Now, a nigger, you see, what s got to be hacked and tumbled round the world, and sold to Tom, and Dick, and the Lord knows who, tant no kindness to be givin on him notions and expectations, and bringin on him up too well, for the rough and tumble comes all the harder on him arter. Now, I venture to say, your niggers would be quite chop-fallen in a place where some of your plantation niggers would be singing and whooping like all possessed. Every man, you know, Mr. Shelby, naturally thinks well of his own ways; and I think I treat niggers just about as well as it s ever worth while to treat em.
I ll think the matter over, and talk with my wife, said Mr. Shelby. Meantime, Haley, if you want the matter carried on in the quiet way you speak of, you d best not let your business in this neighborhood be known. It will get out among my boys, and it will not be a particularly quiet business getting away any of my fellows, if they know it, I ll promise you.
O! certainly, by all means, mum! of course. But I ll tell you. I m in a devil of a hurry, and shall want to know, as soon as possible, what I may depend on, said he, rising and putting on his overcoat.
I d like to have been able to kick the fellow down the steps, said he to himself, as he saw the door fairly closed, with his impudent assurance; but he knows how much he has me at advantage. If anybody had ever said to me that I should sell Tom down south to one of those rascally traders, I should have said, Is thy servant a dog, that he should do this thing? And now it must come, for aught I see. And Elizas child, too! I know that I shall have some fuss with wife about that; and, for that matter, about Tom, too. So much for being in debt,heigho! The fellow sees his advantage, and means to push it.
Perhaps the mildest form of the system of slavery is to be seen in the State of Kentucky. The general prevalence of agricultural pursuits of a quiet and gradual nature, not requiring those periodic seasons of hurry and pressure that are called for in the business of more southern districts, makes the task of the negro a more healthful and reasonable one; while the master, content with a more gradual style of acquisition, has not those temptations to hardheartedness which always overcome frail human nature when the prospect of sudden and rapid gain is weighed in the balance, with no heavier counterpoise than the interests of the helpless and unprotected.
Whoever visits some estates there, and witnesses the good-humored indulgence of some masters and mistresses, and the affectionate loyalty of some slaves, might be tempted to dream the oft-fabled poetic legend of a patriarchal institution, and all that; but over and above the scene there broods a portentous shadowthe shadow of law. So long as the law considers all these human beings, with beating hearts and living affections, only as so many things belonging to a master,so long as the failure, or misfortune, or imprudence, or death of the kindest owner, may cause them any day to exchange a life of kind protection and indulgence for one of hopeless misery and toil,so long it is impossible to make anything beautiful or desirable in the best regulated administration of slavery.
Mr. Shelby was a fair average kind of man, good-natured and kindly, and disposed to easy indulgence of those around him, and there had never been a lack of anything which might contribute to the physical comfort of the negroes on his estate. He had, however, speculated largely and quite loosely; had involved himself deeply, and his notes to a large amount had come into the hands of Haley; and this small piece of information is the key to the preceding conversation.
Still she thought she heard the trader make an offer for her boy;could she be mistaken? Her heart swelled and throbbed, and she involuntarily strained him so tight that the little fellow looked up into her face in astonishment.
Eliza, girl, what ails you to-day? said her mistress, when Eliza had upset the wash-pitcher, knocked down the work-stand, and finally was abstractedly offering her mistress a long night-gown in place of the silk dress she had ordered her to bring from the wardrobe.
Sell him! No, you foolish girl! You know your master never deals with those southern traders, and never means to sell any of his servants, as long as they behave well. Why, you silly child, who do you think would want to buy your Harry? Do you think all the world are set on him as you are, you goosie? Come, cheer up, and hook my dress. There now, put my back hair up in that pretty braid you learnt the other day, and dont go listening at doors any more.
Nonsense, child! to be sure, I should nt. What do you talk so for? I would as soon have one of my own children sold. But really, Eliza, you are getting altogether too proud of that little fellow. A man cant put his nose into the door, but you think he must be coming to buy him.
Mrs. Shelby was a woman of high class, both intellectually and morally. To that natural magnanimity and generosity of mind which one often marks as characteristic of the women of Kentucky, she added high moral and religious sensibility and principle, carried out with great energy and ability into practical results. Her husband, who made no professions to any particular religious character, nevertheless reverenced and respected the consistency of hers, and stood, perhaps, a little in awe of her opinion. Certain it was that he gave her unlimited scope in all her benevolent efforts for the comfort, instruction, and improvement of her servants, though he never took any decided part in them himself. In fact, if not exactly a believer in the doctrine of the efficiency of the extra good works of saints, he really seemed somehow or other to fancy that his wife had piety and benevolence enough for twoto indulge a shadowy expectation of getting into heaven through her superabundance of qualities to which he made no particular pretension.
The heaviest load on his mind, after his conversation with the trader, lay in the foreseen necessity of breaking to his wife the arrangement contemplated,meeting the importunities and opposition which he knew he should have reason to encounter.
Mrs. Shelby, being entirely ignorant of her husbands embarrassments, and knowing only the general kindliness of his temper, had been quite sincere in the entire incredulity with which she had met Elizas suspicions. In fact, she dismissed the matter from her mind, without a second thought; and being occupied in preparations for an evening visit, it passed out of her thoughts entirely.