“’Ristocratical much! That furrener? You ain’t got good sinse, boy. That there pretty little count didn’t even come from Virginny an’ all the ’ristocrats done come from Virginny one time er anudder. I done hear Ol’ Marster say dat time an’ time agin.”
“The count say he gonter sell us all the lan’ we want. An’ he say he gonter fetch over some nice, kind white folks ter live neighbors to us; white folks what is jes’ as good as these white folks ’roun’ here but who ain’t a-gonter hol’ theyselves so proudified like.”
“Yes! I kin see him now tu’nnin’ loose a lot er po’ white Guinnies what will take the bread out’n the mouth er the nigger. Them po’ white furreners kin live on buzzard meat, an’ dey don’ min’ wuckin’ day in an’ day out, an’ if’n dey gits a holt in the lan’ the nigger’ll hab ter go. As fer a-livin’ long side er niggers,—I tell you now, son, that the white folks what don’t min’ a-livin’ long side er niggers is wuss’n niggers, an’ I can’t say no mo’ scurrilous thing about them than that—wuss’n niggers!”
A strong discontent was certainly brewing among the younger generation of negroes. Conversations similar to the one between Uncle Abe Hanks and James were not uncommon in the settlement that lay midway between Grantly and Weston. This settlement was known by the exceedingly appropriate name of Paradise. There were about a dozen cabins there, some of them quite comfortable and neat, others very poor and forlorn.
There was a church, the pride of their simple hearts because it was built of brick; also a ramshackled old building known as “The Club.” This club had originally been a tobacco barn, built, of course, without windows, for the curing of tobacco. In converting it into a club house, windows had been cut in the sides but with no fixed plan. Wherever a member decided it would be nice to have a window, a window was cut. No two were the same size or on the same level. Most of them were more or less on the slant, giving the building the appearance of having survived an earthquake.
In this club house the secret societies met to hold their mysterious rites. Here they had their festivals and bazaars and sometimes, when the effects of protracted meetings had worn off and the ungodly were again to the fore, they would have dances that threatened to bring down the walls and roof of the rickety building. It was whispered through the county that a blind tiger was also operated there but this was not proven. Certainly there was much drunkenness at times in Paradise, considering the state was dry.
Count de Lestis was very popular in Paradise. He always had a kind word for old and young. Then, too, he had work for them and paid them well. His fame spread and actually there was a boom in Paradise. Other negroes in settlements near by were anxious to move to Paradise. Town lots were in demand and the club had a waiting list for membership. The church was full to overflowing when on Sunday Brother Si took his stand in the little pulpit.
Night school at Weston was something new and something to do, so the darkies flocked to it. Herz, the secretary, had his hands full trying to teach the mob that congregated three times a week to sit at the feet of learning. He did get angry occasionally when his pupils, tired out no doubt after a hard day’s work, would fall asleep with audible attestations.