“All right, Marse Jasper; I’m a-listenin’.” Henry looked again toward his mule. “I did want to harrow that wheat down ‘fore them birds eat it up; but I got time, I reckon.”
The planter coughed and cleared his throat. He tried to cross his short, fat legs by sliding the right one up to the knee of the left, but owing to the lowness of the log, he was unable to do this, so he left his legs to themselves, and with a hand on either side of him, leaned back.
“Do you remember, Uncle Henry, twenty years ago, when you belonged to old Heaton Pelzer an’ got to hankerin’ after that yellow girl of mine jest after I bought her in South Carolina?”
“Mighty plain, Master Jasper, mighty plain.” Henry’s face showed a tendency to smile at the absurdity of the question.
“Lucinda was jest as much set after you, it seemed,” went on the planter. “Old Pelzer was workin’ you purty nigh to death on his pore, wore-out land, an’ pointedly refused to buy Lucinda so you could marry her, nur he wouldn’t consent to you marryin’ a slave of mine. Ain’t that so?”
“Yes, Marse Jasper, that’s so, sir.”
“I had jest as many niggers as I could afford to keep, an’ a sight more. I was already up to my neck in debt, an’ to buy you I knowed I’d have to borrow money an’ mortgage the last thing I had. But you come to me night after night, when you could sneak off, an’ begged an’ begged to be bought, so that I jest didn’t have the heart to refuse. So, jest to accommodate you, I got up the money an’ bought you, payin’ fully a third more fer you than men of yore age was goin’ at. You are married now, an’ got three as likely children as ever come into the world, an’ a big buxom wife that loves you, an’ if I haven’t treated you an’ them right I never heerd of it.”
“Never was a better master on earth, Marse Jasper. If thar is, I hain’t never seed ‘im.” Henry’s face was full of emotion. He picked up his slouch hat from the grass and folded it awkwardly on the log beside him.
“From that day till this,” the planter went on, “I’ve been over my head in debt, an’ I can really trace it to that transaction. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back, as the feller said. Well, now, Henry, six months ago, when I saw that openin’ to deal in lumber in North Carolina, it seemed to me to be my chance to work out of debt, if I could jest find somebody to look after my farm. I found a man, Henry—a good, clever, honest man, as everybody Said, an’ a member of Big Bethel Church. For a certain consideration he agreed to take charge. That consideration I’ve paid in advance, an’ it’s gone; I couldn’t git it back.
“Now, how has it turned out? I had hardly got started out thar before one of my niggers—the very one I relied on the most—has played smash with all my plans. You begun by turnin’ up yore nose at Brother Cobb, an’ then by openly disobeyin’ ‘im. Then he tried to punish you—the right that the law gives a overseer—an’ you up an’ dared him to tech you, an’—”