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AN EVENING CALL.
" Frances, there is a knock at the door ; will
thee open it? " said Jeremiah Allen to his daugh-
ter as he stooped to arrange the heavy logs burn-
ing in the deep fireplace of their living room.
The girl stepped lightly to the door and opened
it to a tall youth looking about twenty-one years
of age ; he entered as one at home and took Frances'
extended hand of welcome with a merry little bow.
" Come in, come in, James. I thought it was
thy figure, but was not quite sure in the dusk ;
" I will, thank thee," and the youth took the
proffered chair, while Frances finished clearing
away the remains of their evening meal.
" Can thee take me in for the night ? " asked
James Haydock, for this was the young man's
name. " Two traveling friends have come to
Father's, and Charles and I gave up our bed to
them. Mother put Charles on the lounge in the
THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
kitchen, and I thought perhaps you might find a
place here for me. Is it quite convenient ? "
" Entirely so, James, thee is always welcome ;
I will arrange thy room at once," said Jeremiah
Allen, rising with a twinkle in his merry brown
eye. He was a small man, thin and wiry, active
as a squirrel, and, in his suit of butternut brown
he looked not unlike that nimble little animal.
His hair was still thick, though gray was plen-
tifully mingled with the reddish tinge of his
" Frances, bring me the old quilt from thy
room," said her father, going to the closet and tak-
ing from thence several two-pronged forks. His
daughter obeyed rather wonderingly, but asked no
" Now, hold it up for me, will thee," said
Jeremiah, briskly picking up a three-legged stool
and a hammer ; then stepping quickly to one cor-
ner of the room, where a stout post had been
placed as supj^ort to a long roof-beam, he mounted
the rickety stool. Paying no attention to its un-
steadiness, and holding the forks between his teeth,
he struck one after another into the wood-work
through the old quilt, securing it to the wall and
AN EVENING CALL.
post until a space about six feet square was
" The handles stick out some, but it looks as
if it would stay," said Jeremiah, stepping back to
survey his work. " What can thee want better
than that, James ? Push the sofa in behind the
quilt and thee will sleep like the king himself, I
pulled the little lean-to down to-day ; the one thee
called thy room. It was unsafe."
"There will be ventilation here too," sug-
gested Frances, " the quilt reaches neither to the
floor nor the ceiling."
"All the better for that," said James. " I will
run the sofa in, if thee will hold the curtain."
"With pleasure;" and Frances lifted the
drapery with two slender hands as James pushed
the heavy deer-skin-covered lounge across the
floor toward her. She contrived however, to
let the heavy quilt fall on his head just as he
passed under it, and it was with flushed face and
disarranged hair that the youth emerged from
his improvised chamber to meet her demure
" Was the quilt very heavy, Frances ? " he
asked, looking at her rather doubtfully.
THE HA YDOCKS" TESTIMONY.
"Surely thee can tell as much about that as I
can," she responded graveh^
" I have felt lighter coverings," he replied.
" Now may I help thee put the cloth over the table ?
Is it as weighty as the curtain ? "
" No, it is used for covering more delicate ar-
rangements," retorted Frances, accepting his help
" I should not wish to be considered a delicate
arrangement, I think, Frances," said James, as he
spread the white cloth over the plain square
table already set in readiness for breakfast ; for as
soon as the cups, saucers, and other dishes were
washed, they were returned to the table for the
next meal — closets being scarce — and were covered
with a protecting cloth.
" Very well, we will consider thee only a con-
venient arrangement, to-night. Thank thee, but
please put that corner straight," said Frances,
laughing, as she gave a finishing touch to her
" It is I wdio am making a convenience of
you," said James.
" Children, stop sparring, and come, sit down.
James, who are the friends at thy Father's house ;
AN EVENING CALL.
have they come to attend the quarterly meeting
to-morrow ? "
" That is their intention, I beheve," answered
James, taking his seat by Jeremiah Allen, as he
answered the old man's question. Frances too
obeyed the summons. Plainly dressed in a light-
ish-gray material, she had pinned on a bunch of red
autumn berries as a breast-knot, for her father saw
no harm in her thus enjoying the beauty nature
scatters so bountifully. If God made scarlet ber-
ries and yellow leaves, why should she not take
pleasure in them ? And thus it came about that
when Frances hung holly and clusters of burning-
bush berries about the yellow pine walls of their
simple dwelling, Jeremiah Allen never objected,
though some in this Quaker community thought
them useless decorations.
While James Haydock, sitting somewhat in
the shadow, rests his eyes on Frances' fair face
with its oval contour and soft color, and tells
Jeremiah Allen of the unexpected visitors, we will
endeavor to give our readers a sketch of this set-
tlement into which we have rather unceremon-
iously introduced them.
In the State of North Carolina, not far from
THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
the borders of the Dismal Swamp, a number of
Quakers had dared to make their habitation amid
pines and live-oaks, where wild animals had long
roamed undisturbed. David Haydock, the father
of the young man above spoken of, came from
England, several years before the date at which
our story begins, with his wife and family, and not
liking the bleak winds of New England where he
first landed, he wandered southward in the spring
of 17 — to a more genial climate. His friend Jer-
emiah Allen, whose family had been longer in
America, accompanied him. The two men dif-
fered in character, but were at one in their relig-
ious sympathies, than which nothing in reality
makes a stronger bond of friendship. They built
themselves homes, and cleared and cultivated the
land that now rewarded them with abundant har-
vests. Jeremiah Allen had lost his fragile wife
soon after their marriage, and her name was carved
on a gray head-stone in a little New England
grave-yard. Frances, his only child, is now seven-
teen, and David Haydock's wife Rachel cared
kindly for the motherless child and loved her
almost as a daughter, especially since the death of
her own sweet girl at about the age of Frances.
AN EVENING CALL.
David Haydock had left England to obtain
greater freedom for the exercise of his simple faith,
but since settling in the South the wrong of sla-
very had weighed very heavily upon his spirit.
It was in the year 1688 that the Friends of Ger-
mantown, a settlement near Philadelphia, had sent
out the first protest ever made by any Christian
church against this sin ; and the Friends had never
ceased to issue, from time to time, earnest appeals
to all Christian bodies and especially to their own
Society, for the release of their fellow men from
bondage. We recall these facts only to show that
the Quakers were pioneers in the movement
against slavery, as they now seem ■ to be in their
protest against war. If other denominations
should take up the peace question in the earnest
spirit which animated the ancient Quakers, what
results might not bg achieved ?
At the time our story opens, many Friends,
especially in the North, had already emancipated
their slaves. In the South it was nearly impos-
sible to obtain other than slave labor ; and the
disapprobation of one's slave-holding neighbors
made it extremely difficult for Quaker families to
10 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
Thus it haj^pened that David Haydock and
Jeremiah Allen, both Elders in the meeting, felt a
heavy responsibility resting upon them in regard
to these matters. They had liberated their slaves
some years before, and though two negroes, a man
and his wife, had remained with the Haydocks,
the rest of their people had gone North, for a " free
nigger " was looked upon with dislike and indeed
was liable to be kidnapped and resold, if he re-
mained in the South. The Friends had almost as
great an objection to hiring a slave as to owning one,
and so it resulted in many families having to do
most of their own household work, often a hard
sacrifice to principle. The cases of those Friends
who still held slaves in this vicinity, in opposition
to the general views of the Society, were to be
brought up at the approaching Quarterly Meeting
and they were to be dealt with as the sense of the
Meeting should indicate.
"Well, young folks, it is time for bed," said
Jeremiah Allen, as the tall clock in the corner
rang out ten. " Frances,will thee get me the Bible ?"
" I will," said James, whose graceful courtesy
distinguished him among the youths of their com-
AN EVENING CALL. 11
He took the well-worn book, in its smooth
leather cover, from the little shelf and handed it
to Jeremiah Allen, who read from Isaiah the ac-
count of the fiftieth year when all the bondmen
were permitted to go free. This finished, James
went to bar the doors and Frances stooped to cover
the embers in the fireplace.
" Let me do it for thee," said James. " Did I
tell thee these Friends at father's brought two
boxes from Friends in Philadelphia containing
supplies for our monthly meeting members ? It
has come in time ; for father's coat is getting shabby
and we cannot get a ' plain coat ' here for love or
" Father wants a new hat, too, very badly,"
said Frances, " that last heavy rain we had, he
stuffed his into the broken pane in the window.
He was too sleepy, I suppose, to know it was not
his old felt hat, and Jacob Darnley had forgotten
to bring him the new window glass from the store.
What a sight his silk hat was the next morning.
I tried to iron it out, but the brim will curl u]3."
" Better up than down," said James, as kneel-
ing on the hearth he looked up with a smile at
her merry face, " I suppose they will open the
12 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
boxes to-morrow evening after meeting is over.
All the neighbors will be there to see."
" I hope there will be something I can make
a dress of; this is growing so old," Frances sighed,
for she did like pretty things and it was not very
often that she got them. She had seen a dark blue
cloth habit on a young girl living on a neighbor-
ing plantation, and she longed for one just like it.
" If there is nothing, I will ask mother to send
for what thee wants," said James, rising from the
hearth and picking up the berries Frances had
dropped from her belt, " Would this color do ? "
"Bright red?" exclaimed Frances, horror-
struck. " What is thee thinking of? Oh, no, I
suppose I must have something gray."
" Thy hair is not gray," remarked James.
" Neither is it red ; thee deserves one blanket
less for that insinuation," said Frances, as she went
to get him the necessary coverings for the night.
Following to relieve her of her bulky burden, he
caught one of her hands between the folds, but
did not seem to know it until Frances freed it
from captivity with an impatient little pull and
waved it dangerously near his ears. Then he
disappeared, retreating to his lounge behind the
AN EVENING CALL. 13
quilt ; while Frances shut herself up in her little
room with cheeks very much the color James
had suggested in regard to her hair.
Both the young people were soon asleep ; but
Jeremiah Allen lay awake pondering the question
which burdened his mind. How should the curse
of slavery be wiped out of their society ? The re-
signing of all domestic service would fall heavily
on many women among the Friends and it was
impossible to find other help than the negroes. It
was not wonderful that the eyes of many were
blinded to the wrong of slavery, or, that others
owning the wrong, knew not how to avoid it. It
seemed a necessity, yet it was sin, and sin is
never a necessity.
" ' He will direct thy way,' " Jeremiah Allen
said at last, and fell asleep. When he awoke the
sun was shining; Frances had the corn-bread,
eggs and coffee on the table ; James had milked
the cows and fed all the stock, groomed the two
horses which Frances and her father were to ride
to meeting, and both young people looked as if
the weight of the society matters lay but lightly
on their minds, although they did truly share
their parents' convictions and willingly made the
sacrifices that these convictions entailed.
14 THE HA YD OCRS' TESTIMONY.
THE QUARTERLY MEETING.
Breakfast disposed of, James Haydock left his
neighbor's hospitable board and returned to aid
his parents in making arrangements for their visi-
tors to attend meeting. There were few wheeled
vehicles in this unimproved country, and the roads
were not such as to encourage their increase ; but
David Haydock owned a coach, and when James
vaulted over the fence marking the boundary line
between Jeremiah Allen's small farm and their
own larger one, it was standing in the barnyard
waiting for the horses to be attached. Charlie and
Anna, the younger children, were standing by the
carriage watching the proceedings with much in-
terest. The visit of these Friends was a great
event in their secluded lives, and the delight of
extra feasting in the house and of- greater state in
going to meeting, was only slightly clouded by
the prospect of a very long session of the quar-
terly gathering. But Quaker children are early
THE QUARTERLY MEETING. 15
trained to self-control, a most desirable character-
Uncle Billy led the horses out and while
James helped in the harnessing, Charlie said :
"Brother James, does thee think I can sit
beside uncle Billy on the front seat ? "
" Thee will have to ask father about that,"
replied James. " Anna, thee may sit behind me,
I will put the pillion on Nero."
" Will he go slowly ? " asked Anna, for riding
behind her brother on his large black horse, though
a joy, was rather a fearful one.
" I will keep him quiet," said James, smiling
at the small figure in a big sunbonnet. " Don't
let him see that head-rigging though, he might
take it for a barn door."
" That should not frighten him," gravely re-
sponded the little lassie.
" Thee is right there ; run round to the house
now," and James soon had the saddle on Nero and
followed the carriage to the front porch, where
stood the two visitors conversing with David Hay-
dock and his wife Rachel. She made a pretty
picture standing under the vine-clad lattice-work;
the Lady Banksia roses still showed a few late pale
16 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
yellow clusters among the dark green branches
and the coral honey-suckle threw its scarlet wreaths
over the brown i3illars, drooping so as to almost
touch the soft grays of her bonnet and shawl.
There was not much conversation in the
heavy coach as it rolled over the pine-needles
scattered so thickly along the sandy road, for the
meeting to be held to-day was one of great gravity,
and the matters to be discussed, not only had an
important bearing upon the present company, but
might and did, affect future generations.
As we have said, the first protest ever issued
by any Christian church against slavery, came
from the Friends of Germantown ; and a copy of
this protest may be seen to-day hanging in the
Friends' Free Library in that place. To the same
profound conviction of the equal rights of men so
boldly put forth by the Society of Friends may be
traced the beginning of the abolition movement.
William Lloyd Garrison became interested in this
cause through his friendship with Benj. Lunday,
a pupil in the school of John Woolman, the Quaker.
Stephen Grellet and William Allen influenced
Alexander I, of Russia, to take measures for the
abolition of serfs, an act which was accomplished
THE QUARTERLY MEETING. 17
peaceably in the reign of Alexander II, French-
men who were in America at the time of the revo-
lution, were much interested in the views of the
Society of Friends and carried their sentiments
home with them. Especially was this the case
with Jean Pierre Brissot, the statesman of the
Girondists. To his efforts may be traced the
Proclamation of Emancipation in Hayti by the
Commissioners of the French Convention. Thomas
Clarkson also gave good evidence in his labors in
behalf of suffering humanity, of the influence the
Quakers had over him.
James Haydock paced slowly along behind
the coach, and little Anna sat silently grasping her
brother's waist, not disturbing his meditations.
The youth also was pondering the slavery ques-
tion in a practical way, for a young colored man
owned by his father and lately given his freedom,
had been hanging around his old home in the
hope of getting his wife away from Mr.Bolton,owner
of the next plantation ; he refused to sell her
to David Haydock, and indeed threatened to send
her further south. Mr. Bolton was bitterly opposed
to Friends' views on the slavery question and
knew that David Haydock only wanted to pur-
18 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
chase Rosa in order to give her freedom. Dan,
the negro V)oy, wanted to get to the sea-coast with
Rosa and take a sailing vessel to the North; but
how, was the question? His old master would
abet no stealing of slaves or help a neighbor's
property to run away. James had seen Dan the
day before lurking around the barn and felt un-
easy lest he should resort to some desperate meas-
Jeremiah Allen on his old gray horse, and
Frances with her lively brown pony, soon joined
the Hay docks on their way to meeting, and many
a grave-faced man with his wife riding behind
him were added to the company of earnest souls
moving toward the meeting house. A few carts
on two wheels jolted slowly over roots unseen in
the sandy road and must have brought their oc-
cupants in a very bruised condition to the place
of assembling. Occasionally a heifer or a young
steer was harnessed by ropes to these uneasy char-
iots, and carried the whole family along with a
frisky little trot that suggested a possible upset.
It was difficult to maintain much dignity in these
unevenly-moving vehicles, and Frances' brown
eyes danced as she watched a family jogging along
THE QUARTERLY MEETING. 19
in front of her. The father was driving from his
board seat in front of the cart, while his wife and
children occupied the straw covered floor behind
him. The equipage was pretty full, but the two-
year-old baby did not seem to fasten anywhere
and kept up a lively oscillation between the sides
of the cart, the rest of the family being too much
occupied in easing themselves over unexpected
obstacles presented to the wheels, to take a firm
grip at any time of the flying little one; and
Frances was thankful when they all turned with-
out accident into the large enclosure bordered with
sheds that surrounded the meeting house.
" What will thee do with the baby now ? asked
Frances, as the mother descended from the seat,
and with sundry jerks straightened out the much-
tumbled calico frocks of herself and children.
" I think she will sit quietly with me, thank
thee," replied the mother, calmly settling the in-
fant's sunbonnet, " she has a griddle-cake in her
pocket and moreover may be glad to rest."
Frances thought this very probable, and tuck-
ing her riding habit under her arm, followed into
the meeting house. The sun was throwing golden
beams through the unshaded windows, mellowing
20 THE HA YD OCXS' TESTIMONY.
to a warm richness the deep brown color of the
yellow pine used for finishing the interior of the
building; floor, walls, roof and seats all partook
of this ripened tint, and the cushions softening
the hard benches did not deviate from the general
tone. The men walked into the building one by
one and quietly took their accustomed seats.
David Haydock led his visitors to the first place
in the gallery facing the congregation, and sat
down next to them. The women, in odd mingling
of calico, silk and woolen garments, gathered upon
their side of the house with their children be-
side them; little legs dangled, and little heads
propped themselves uneasily against the single
rail forming the back of the bench ; soon the last
step had sounded up the uncarpeted aisles and a
solemn silence settled over the assembly. Out-
side, the hush was scarcely less profound ; the sun
had absorbed the early autumn haze and now lay
clear and hot on the rather scant grass in the
meeting-house yard. No breeze waved the gray
moss hanging from the oaks, no bird chirped, no
squirrel chattered, only an occasional stamp of a
horse's foot was heard on the sandy soil.
After a period of solemn waiting, the silence
THE QUARTERLY MEETING. 21
was broken by Jacob Pemberton, one of the stran-
gers, who rose in the gallery, facing his waiting
audience, and laid his hat on the seat behind him.
A slight indefinable movement throughout the
meeting expressed its readiness to listen ; but no
general change of position or expression disturbed
this quiet company. In a full, deep-toned voice
he began :
" This is the word unto Jeremiah from the
Lord, ' That every man should let his man ser-
vant, and every man his maid servant, go free. ' "
Then followed an earnest setting forth of the argu-
ment against slavery to which we have all so often
listened. Long and eloquently the speaker
pleaded ; the sun crept from wall to floor and from
one side to the other of the windows ; sleepy little
heads under sunbonnets bobbed and nodded till
at last the hoods were taken off and the weary
heads were allowed to rest on their mothers' laps
until the speaker had finished his strong appeal.
Just before the close of the first meeting, or meet-
ing for worship, Rachel Haydock, giving her gray
silk bonnet into the hands of her next neighbor,
knelt in supplication, petitioning for the careful
guidance and loving care of the Father in whom
22 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
they trusted, and in following whose teachings,
they might be called on to make much personal
sacrifice. A pause followed the conclusion of her
prayer and then the two men near the head of the
gallery quietly shook hands and the first meeting
was over. Several men rose from their seats on
the floor and proceeded to close the solid shutters
that divided the meeting house into two rooms,
and so the men and women in their separate
apartments i^roceeded to the transaction of busi-
ness. Mothers permitted their restless children to
run out and amuse themselves in the yard, while
the clerk of the women's meeting raised the shelf
attached to the railing in front of her in the gah
lery and placed the minute-books on this conve-
nient desk, another woman taking a seat beside her
to assist in the transaction of business.
The men's meeting may have greater interest
for us, for although the women managed what
business came before them with much intelligence
and careful thought, the larger and more weighty
matters were handled and decided upon by the
men. As soon as the necessary 2:)reliminaries were
attended to, David Haydock, who was the clerk,
arose, read the letters of introduction for the vis-
THE QUARTERLY MEETING. 23
iting Friends, and asked at the same time if their
company was acceptable to the meeting. Several
of the older Friends arose to signify, in a few
words, their willingness to receive the strangers
and listen to the messages they felt called npon to
After a brief pause, Jacob Pemberton thus
spoke in reference to the subject weighing upon
his mind :
" I have been led to consider the purity of the
Divine Being and herein is my soul covered with
awfulness. Many slaves on this continent are op-
pressed and their cries have entered into the ears
of the Most High. Such are the purity and cer-
tainty of His judgments that He cannot be partial
in our favor. In infinite love and goodness He
hath opened our understanding from one time to
another concerning our duty to these people and
it is not a time to delay. Should we now be sen-
sible of what He requires of us, and through re-
spect to the private interests of some persons, or
through a regard to some friendships which do not
stand on an immutable foundation, neglect to do
our duty in firmness and constancy, still waiting
for some extraordinary means to bring about their
24 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
deliverance. God may by terrible things in right-
eousness answer us in this matter."
Many another earnest sentence followed and
when the speaker sat down, a silence prevailed,
which was presently broken by an elderly man, who
thus expressed himself: " I have well brought up
eleven slaves and now feel as if they must work to
support me." He said no more, but reseated him-
self with his wide hat-brim pulled over his eyes.
Another acknowledged that he had fifty slaves,
and could but admit it was wrong ; but could see
no way out of it at present. Hardly had he seated
himself when a brisk little man rose from one
corner of the room and suggested that perchance
interest had dimmed the vision of the Friend who
had spoken last and hoped he might be favored
with clearer light on the subject. Another pause
ensued and then an anxious looking man rose,
saying : " I own but two slaves, all the rest having
been given their freedom ; my wife is in feeble
health, has a family of young children and would
not be able to do without help. I find I can hire
little if any free service. Will Friends kindly
give mo their judgment as to what would be right
in this matter ? "
THE QUARTERLY MEETING. 25
This was a difficult and not an infrequent
case. It was earnestl}^ considered ; most of the
Friends agreeing that it would be right to free
the slaves with a proviso that they should remain
a limited number of years for fair compensation,
and that in the intervening time efforts should be
made to introduce free domestic service into the
community. Many opposing views were presen-
ted, " but at length truth in a great measure tri-
umphed over her enemies," and without any pub-
lic dissent the meeting agreed that the teaching of
our Lord and Saviour should induce Friends to
set their slaves at liberty, and four Friends were
appointed to visit and acquaint all members of
the Society that were still slave-owners with this
decision. This was a difficult duty, but it was in
time faithfully performed. One who shared it
writes : " Looking to the Lord for assistance, He
enabled us to go through some heavy labors, in
which we found peace."
Midday had softened into afternoon when the
door of the men's meeting house opened; the
grave company issued forth, and the slanting rays
of the sun lit up the earnest countenances under
the broad brimmed hats. On many of these faces
26 THE HA YD OCXS' TESTIMONY.
one might trace a struggle passed through, a decis-
ion reached and a peace granted that no earthly
power could disturb.
" Great peace have they that love the Lord,
and nothing shall disturb them."
The women had already concluded their
meeting and had their noonday meal. Frances
was talking to the wife of him who so feared the
liberating of their two old servants and the worn
pale-faced woman was anxiously awaiting the ar-
rival of her husband. It was to her almost a
vital point, so unable was she to perform her
household duties unaided. A glance at his face
as he came toward her showed what was the decis-
ion and she turned after him, following silently to
the shed where their old horse stood sleepily
nodding after finishing his feed of hay. Frances
ran after her.
" I am coming to see thee to-morrow, Hannah
Alston," she said, then added in a lower voice,
" Father says the Master always takes care of his
"Thank thee, Frances," said Hannah, turning
toward the girl, the sweet expression of a sacrifice
called for and given, already dawning in her worn
THE QUARTERLY MEETING. 27
face, " The Lord will provide for us, I know," but
Frances' bright face was sober beyond its wont as
she watched them ride slowly away.
" It is hard for families like that," she said to
herself, as she walked to her own little pony. Her
father was still talking to the visiting Friends and
the Haydocks. Frances wondered why James did
not come as usual to assist her in mounting, but
the young man having been keenly interested in
the day's proceedings, and also much attracted
toward Jacob Pemberton, had lingered to listen to
what they were still saying. Frances felt a little
provoked at his forgetfulness and going to her
father, touched his arm, " Father, the sun is nearly
down, shall we go ? "
" It is time for us all to go home. Here is
the coach. Friends, will you return now to sup-
per? You must be tired," and David Haydock
placed his family in the big carriage.
A pleasant faced old man straightened the
brown cushions on the browner benches in the
meeting house, set the carpet foot-stools or bosses,
in order, and locking the heavy door, shut away
the sunshine from the now empty building. He
handed the key to David Haydock as he was get-
ting into the coach.
28 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Isaac, thee still has thy old negro, hasn't
thee ? " queried David.
" He is still with me," replied Isaac Coxe. I
doubt if he would go anywhere else, and I should
feel regret at allowing any one but myself to care
for him in his old age. He can do little or noth-
*' Thee has been a kind master to him," said
David, as he shut the carriage door after him.
*' Drive on, Billy." The once stately coach rolled
slowly through the deep sand, and Isaac Coxe fol-
lowed, having mounted his horse with the deliber-
ate motion of old age. His slave Csesar had
broken the animal for the young master long ago,
and all three were advancing in years together.
The quiet meeting-house yard was deserted, except
for a wild rabbit that loped softly out of the shad-
ows and, after a careful survey of the premises,
nibbled the sparse grass at its ease, quite satisfied
that the Quarterly Meeting was over.
OLD CAiSAR. 29
The Aliens and James Haydock had ridden
toward home some time before, and parted at the
cross road near their respective homes. James'
black horse was pacing sedately up the close ave-
nue of live oaks leading to his father's house,
when Dan, the colored boy, stejDped forward and
laid his hand on Nero's bridle.
"Mars' James, oh, do tell me what to do!
Mars' Bolton dun say he gwine sell Rosa down
Souf nex' week. I seed Rosa dis ebening. We
mus' get off to de swamj) or some whar befo' dat.
When Mars' Pemberton go 'way ? "
" Take your hand off Nero, he will stand,"
said James, for the horse was impatiently shaking
his head under the tightened rein. "See here,
Dan, don't go to Bolton's to-morrow, keej) round
here and see me toward evening by the barn. I
think I can help you get away." The negro's
mention of Jacob Pemberton had put an idea into
30 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
the young man's head. If Dan and Rosa could
only get away so as to join the Friends some dis-
tance off where they were not known, they could
travel as Friend Pemberton's servants and no
questions asked. The thing to be considered was,
would the Quaker blood allow the passive decep-
tion ? James feared not.
" Dars a pedler goin' cross de swamp to-
m€?B©er or nex' day an' I tink he gwine to cut ober
to de seacoast, after dat, in a few mo' days. He
kinder half Quaker, nebber did 'blieve in holdin'
slaves, he say. Mebbe he'll help us. Can't stan'
it here, no how," and Dan clinched his fists and
ground his heel into the sand, then stepping back,
was lost in the deep shade of the oaks as the big
coach came up the avenue, while Nero cantered
with his double burden up to the house.
" Run into supper, Anna, I'm coming too, as
soon as I have put up Nero," said her brother.
The young man was undecided whether to
ask the traveling Friends to take Dan and Rosa
under their charge or trust to the pedler who he
supposed was going through to Norfolk. The
Friends would be the safest, as they were known
to have freed their slaves and often traveled with
OLD C.-ESAR. 31
free colored servants. No one would be likely to
question them, but then David Hay dock oljjected
to assisting his neighbor's slaves to escape, and
his objection was shared by all the Friends. Well,
he would think it over and see how the way
ojDened ; meanwhile James was hungry and the
sight of the supper was welcome as he entered the
dining-room with its well-spread table. The
lamps were lighted, and shone with soft radience
over dainty damask, clear glass and bright silver.
Chicken, fried as only Southern cooks can fry it,
displayed its crisp brownness at one end of the
table ; plates of raised bread, delicious corn cake
made of the delicate white meal, and flakey light
bread were ranged in numerous plates along the
board ; j^oung autumn radishes, salad, and the
clear crimson of barberry jelly made a most in-
viting spectacle, and Anna's eyes rested long-
ingly upon it as she sat in a little straight-
backed chair beside the freshly kindled fire wait-
ing for the Friends to come from their cham-
her which oi^ened from this same dining-room
and on the other side looked out on the broad
Rachel Hay dock had just set a basket of
32 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
j)Ound-cake on the table, when James entered, his
earnest face in a glow.
" Mother, may I brush my hair in thy room?
The Friends I see are still in mine."
" Go right in, my son ; Charles, thee needs a
little tidying also," said the mother, as her younger
son ran in after James, his hair much disheveled.
" I hate sleeping in the loft," he confided to
James, " I wish these Friends would go."
" I thought thee slept in the kitchen," said
" No, mother made me a bed in the loft and
the strings of onions swing right over my head
almost touching my nose, and the squirrels scam-
per round all night rolling hickory nuts. I believe
they dance with the rats."
"What does thee know about dancing? " asked
James, smiling at the boy as he brushed his hair.
" Saw it once at Bolton's. Come, the Friends
are ready at last," and they all drew round the
bountifully spread table, bowing their heads be-
fore beginning the meal in grateful silence. Dur-
ing supper the conversation turned ujDon the old
slave owned by Isaac Coxe ; he was haj)py, well
cared for, and would be retained in his comforta-
OLD C.-ESAR. 33
ble home until the end of his life ; he was too old
to work and it seemed a case that might well be
left alone. Jolm Mifflin, however, the Friend ac-
companying Jacob Pemberton, sat in silence
throughout the meal, and afterward expressed his
conviction that he ought to visit Isaac Coxe ; James
Haydock offering to go with him, they set out im-
mediately after supper. Few words were ex-
changed on the way, for John ]\Iifflin was seeking
Divine guidance for the performance of the diffi-
cult task before him, and James was pondering
whether it were wise to introduce the subject of
the boy Dan's escape with Rosa, to this simple-
Finally before reaching the house, he spoke,
" What does thee think about helping slaves to
run away from their masters ? "
" God's laws are higher than man's, but I
should rather remunerate the owner for his loss,"
was the answer, and there was no time for further
discussion. In response to their knock, Isaac
Coxe opened the door and politely received his
visitors. They sat down, and after a few Avords
on ordinary topics, there was a pause. Isaac
Coxe's eves silently interrogated his callers, and
34 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
then John Mifflin kindly opened his concern about
old Csesar. The slave's master expressed some
surprise that any uneasiness should be felt in this
case, but finally consented to sign the form of
emancipation, saying at the same time that it would
not alter their relations, as the old man was jDcr-
fectly happy. He rose and put his name to the
paper John Mifflin handed to him, while James
Haydock called in Csesar and gave him a chair.
The old man was bent nearly double ; his thin
hands were propped on his knees, his white head
was thrust forward, and his keen, restless, inquir-
ing eyes gleamed alternately on the strangers and
his master, who presently spoke, telling him that
he was no longer a slave, and that his service en-
titled him to a maintainence during his life. Old
Caesar listened in breathless wonder, his head
slowly sinking on his breast ; after a short j^ause
he clasped his hands, then spreading them high
over his head, slowly and reverently exclaimed,
"Almighty God," bringing his hands down again
between his knees. Then raising them as before,
he twice repeated the solemn exclamation and
with streaming eyes and voice almost too choked
for utterance, he continued, " I thought I should
OLD CjESAR. 35
die a slave and now I shall die a free man." His
hearers "were too much moved to break the silence
which followed, and all sat together in the flicker-
ing firelight until Isaac Coxe said in a rather un-
certain voice, "Thee may go now, Qesar," and
with tottering stejDS, but with a new light in the
old black face, the newly freed man turned to the
door saying, " Good-night, an' God Almighty
bress yo' all, gemen." A few parting words and
John Mifiiin with his young companion walked
away across the grass whereon the china trees
threw wavy shadows under the moonlight, while
Isaac Coxe returned to his meditation before the
fire. We may record the fact here that when this
Friend was called to face that supreme moment
when all other pictures of time fade out, the old
face of his former slave rose before him, full of
solemn joy and devout thanksgiving, and
strengthened him as with the blessing of God.
The next morning as Frances was busy about
her various household avocations, James Haydock
appeared on the threshold with a bunch of vio-
lets in his hand, which he tendered Frances, and
then stood silently watching her as, with a bright
^' Good morning," she took the flowers and fast-
36 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
ened them in her belt. She looked at him inquir-
" Thee has something weightier than violets
on thy mind, this morning, I think, James," she
"Yes, I have, Frances," he responded, "and
want thy counsel about a matter that I must de-
cide on to-da^'. Come and sit down here a few
minutes. Thy father is out ? "
" He has gone to Friend Alston's," said Fran-
ces, seating herself on the door step.
" Ah, he is the poor Friend with the sick wife
and big family who do not want to free their
slaves. Well, it is harder than people know to dO'
a thing like that; it would go hard with me,
Frances, to see thee toiling as Hannah Alston
" I never mean to," said the girl quietly.
James gave her a quick glance from under
his Ijlack brows, but her eyes were looking away
into the sunny calm of the October morning ; she
seemed only observant of the blue jays darting
about among the yellowing leaves of the hickory
trees, yet he noticed a merry curve about the cor-
ners of her mouth.
OLD C^SAR. 37
" I never half appreciated this slavery ques-
tion till the past few days," he began. " You
know father's boy Dan ? Well, he is nearly wild
over the thought of losing Rosa, and I don't won-
der, for they were married only a month ago, and
now he wants me to help them get to Norfolk. I
cannot tell father anything about it ; it is better
he should not know ; I had thought of asking the
Priends at our house to take them, but decided not
to do so. Once get them to Norfolk and they can
take a sailing vessel north.
"Can I help thee? Where is Rosa?" asked
Frances, her sweet face now fully awake.
" That is just it," said James. " Rosa is down
at the far end of Bolton's plantation, where he put
her to work, to keep her out of Dan's way, and if
he goes there he will be seen and rouse suspicion,
and I fear my going would have the same effect.
Thee is always riding round the country, could
thee see her and tell her to slip off to-morrow
afternoon? Old Bolton is going away for a few
daj's, and he really don't think Rosa will try to
" But where must she go? " queried Frances.
*' W^here can she meet Dan ? "
38 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" I will tell thee," replied James. " Dan
knows a pecller who is going through to Norfolk
to-morrow night; he crosses the swamjD about
eight o'clock in the evening, ten miles from here,
and if Rosa can get ofif while the hands are at
supper, between five and six, Dan will meet her
just up the road under the big bay tree at the en-
trance of the swamp. It gets dark early now, so
I do not think they will be noticed. The over-
seers are always lax when Bolton's away."
" Must Rosa walk that far, ten miles ? " said
Frances, " can't we help them ? "
" I think it is better not. The less we are
seen with them the less notice will be taken of
their movements. But I mean to take a ride
through the swamp late to-morrow afternoon."
"Oh, may I go too," exclaimed Frances,
springing up in her eagerness.
" Go ? Yes, anywhere," answered James, rising
at the same instant ; there was an inflection in his
voice that made Frances stop and glance at him ;
a new manliness seemed to have invested him,
an unusual decision and readiness for action.
Probably Frances felt the change in him, for she
turned cjuietly into the house, her eager manner
subdued for the moment.
OLD CyESAR. 39
" I will get my hat and try to see Rosa now,"
"All right, I will saddle the pony and have
him directly," and James disappeared to return in
a few minutes with the pony ready for the slender
maiden waiting on the door step.
" Mother wants thee and thy father to come
to our house this evening to tea. The boxes from
Philadelphia are to be opened and all the neigh-
bors are coming," said James as he put Frances
into her saddle, and then walked beside her down
the lane, his hand on the pony's neck. Frances
" Oh, we will come surely ; those boxes are
very interesting, and the neighbors are such fun,
" Thee makes fun of everything, Frances,"
said James, an answering gleam of amusement
crossing his own face.
'' Why shouldn't I ? " asked the girl looking
down at her companion mischievously, but her
face softened as she met his earnest gaze with a new
feeling in it that she did not quite understand, or
was not ready to understand perhaps.
" Our roads part here," she said, touching her
40 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
pony lightly with her whip as James removed his
hand, " Supper will be ready early, I suppose, this
" Yes, come early," he answered, as he watched
her canter away, and then turned homeward to
find the boy Dan, who was awaiting him in the
" Oh, Mars' James, 'spose old Bolton should
come back to-morror ; 'spose Rosa couldn't steal
awa}^ or gits caught, what should we all do ? " and
Dan twisted his old straw hat nearly to pieces as
he thought of all that the next twenty-four hours
might bring of weal or woe.
" Don't keep supposing ; don't think of the
danger, Dan, it will take all the man out of you,"
said James, who usually dropped the plain or
Quaker mode of address when speaking to the
negroes; *'I see no reason why things should not
w^ork right, and the pedler turning up just now
seems to me a Providential arrangement. Make
up a bundle of j^our clothes, not too big, mind,
and I will give you some money to-morrow."
" Thank you. Mars' James," said Dan, as
James turned to go into the house.
THE INSPECTION OF THE BOXES. 41
THE INSPECTION OF THE BOXES.
"James," came his mother's pleasant voice
from the kitchen, " I want thee to go and ask
these Friends to come here this evening to supper,
^nd help with the boxes," and she gave James a
list of names as she spoke. Engaged in her ample
preparations for the evening's hospitality, the
pleasant thought of which brightened her face,
Rachel was an embodiment of svv'eet mother-
liness. She was not aware of the new-born
thoughts in her boy's mind. She knew that he
had a quick, restless temperament, derived from
his Irish ancestry, and tliat it had developed
earl}^, but she did not comprehend that he had ar-
rived at man's estate, neither had she any suspicion
of his special regard for Frances Allen,
Merry, willful, passionate, but full of energy
and generous impulses was the girl he wanted to
make his own. Surely his wooing would not be
difficult ; she knew few men except himself and
42 . THE HA YD OCA'S' TESTIMONY.
he could but feel that she preferred him to all the
other youtlis in the neighborhood. He would ac-
quaint her with his feelings and she would soon
respond. With these thoughts in his mind he
rode forth on Nero to attend to the mission his
mother had given him ; calling at one house and
then another, and leaving bright faces behind
him in every family that received the invitation,
for supper at Rachel Haydock's was a pleasant
prospect in itself, without the added attraction of
the big boxes and their valuable contents. His
errand accomplished, he was riding homeward
when two equestrians cantered quickly past him,
scattering the sand in his horse's eyes. So quickly
and silently had they come along the road, that
James scarcely woke to their presence till Frances^
merry face turned to give him greeting as she
flew by, flushed with the exercise and, as he
thought, with pleasure in the society of her com-
panion whom he recognized as young Bolton, the
son of Rosa's master.
" Confound him," he muttered under his
breath, for if he had had any doubt as to his
feeling for Frances this chance encounter would
have settled it. How could he know that the
THE INSPECTION OF THE BOXES. 43
brightness of the girl's face was due to the fact
that she had accompHshed her mission to Rosa
just before Hal Bolton met her, and was now doing
everything she could to draw the young man off
the track and lull any suspicion that might arise.
All James knew was, that no other man but him-
self must have the right to bring such roses to
Frances' face. But this is not a love story, and
we must not linger over feelings, which, though
absorbing in youth, give place as years go on, to
the knowledge that principle and action are more
necessary than love alone to make one's hap-
piness. Fortunate are those who in their life-work
can gain rest and strength from the full love and
sympathy that gives a double spring to all action.
By four o'clock in the afternoon the Friends
began to gather upon the wide piazza, and in the
large low-ceiled rooms of David Haydock's hos-
pitable dwelling. Those horses that the stable
could not accommodate were tethered to fences
and trees. The older portion of the company
held sober converse inside the house, while the
younger members gathered upon the porch and
shyly entered into conversation on farm matters,
the expected opening of the boxes, or the new
44 THE HAYDOCKS^ TESTIMONY.
additions lately made to the meeting-house library.
Frances was late, and James having reasoned him-
self into a more sensible frame of mind about the
companion of her morning ride, was watching for
her father and herself down the long avenue.
In a few minutes, Frances came cantering up
alone, and James went to meet her.
"Father has sprained his ankle and w411 not
come to-night," she explained, as James helped
her to dismount. " I have seen Rosa, she is sure
she can get off, and is so glad ; oh, James, I do
hope nothing will interfere," Frances said ear-
nestly, as she looked up at him, "thee thinks it is
" We will make it safe, please God," was his
"SujDper is just ready; I will go help thy
mother wait on the Friends," said Frances, and
slipping off her long riding-skirt, she was soon
busy among the guests.
The repast concluded, eager faces gathered
round the box over which Rachel Haydock was
bending, her gray silken dress rustling softh' as
she stooped and rose, bringing out the supplies
sent by thoughtful Friends in the Korth.
THE INSPECTION OF THE BOXES. 45
" Hannah Alston, thee wanted something for
the little ones, didn't thee ? Here are small gar-
ments that will save thee a world of sewing," and
the Friend addressed came forward with a grate-
ful smile spreading over her worn face, to take the
bundle handed her.
" Tom Clarkson, these have not come a bit
too soon," said James rather mischievously, as,
helping his mother, he drew out a pair of panta-
loons from the box and gave them to a tall lank
youth standing near by, who wore a pair of nether
garments much too short for him, though the
darker stripe of material running above the faded
hems showed that all possible provision had been
made for his growth. The " letting down " how-
ever, had not sufficed, and a vision of gray stock-
ings still showed above the shoes.
" Thank thee, James, I shall not regret the
shortened wear of these I have on," responded
young Clarkson, joining in James' laugh ; " I will
just step into the kitchen and see if they will fit."
" Do so, Thomas," said Rachel Haydock. " Fran-
ces, I think this will suit thee, will it not ? "
Frances took a long roll of dark blue merino from
the hands of her kind friend and turned away to
46 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
examine lier new treasure. James followed her
softly, and suddenly enveloped her head and
shoulders in a fleecy white shawl which he had
drawn from the depths of the box and concealed
until he could surprise Frances with it.
" Look at thyself, Frances," he exclaimed ;
and raising her head she saw her own face re-
flected in the mirror by the fitful gleam of the fire.
Flushed, laughing, a little annoyed perchance, her
eyes revealed a deeper feeling than she was aware
of, for there often comes to us, curiously enough,
from our own reflection in the glass, a revelation
of something we were but half conscious of be-
fore, as if the fleeting image knew more about us
than we did ourselves. She pushed the shawl
" James, thee must not give me this, it was
sent for some old rheumatic lady probabl}^" she
said, half pettishly.
" AVill it not prevent rheumatism as well as
cure it ? " he asked. " Is it a remedy for all aches
and pains ? I am half inclined to keep it my-
self. Charlie may want it though, if father sees
what he is about," the elder brother added, sud-
denly aware that Charlie and Anna had been
THE INSPECTION OF THE BOXES. 47
diving into the other box, which stood in tlie
shadow of the curtain dividing the long room into
two i^arts. This box contained men's clotiiing and
a few plain Quaker bonnets. From the depths of
one of these latter coverings peered Anna's merry
little face, and enveloping her small figure was a
huge gray shawl which trailed behind her. Thus
attired she watched Charlie struggling through
the mazes of a large coat ; he found the armholes
Avdth difficulty, and the final result of his opera-
tions resembled a heap of ready-made clothing-
topped off with a large broad-brimmed hat. k.
ripple of laughter from Frances at the sight of
the two little antic[ues, attracted the attention of
David Haydock as he moved among his guests,
saying a few kindly words to one and another.
He turned and beheld in the dancing firelight
the transformation of the two younger children.
Acting from impulse was not one of David Hay-
dock's foibles, but it was surely not in consequence
of any grave forethought on this occasion that he
took the hand of each and led them into the cen-
tral group of his visitors. The momentary pause
produced by the spectacle of the two small figures
so curiously attired w.as broken by an irrepressi-
48 THE HA YD OCRS' TESTIMONY.
Lie burst of laughter from the young people, and
over the grave faces of the older ones went a de-
corous smile, while the little faces reddened and
bent lower and lower till Charlie's hat slipped over
his face, effectually concealing him from the pub-
" Rachel, I think perhaps the children had
better go to bed," remarked David Haydock to his
wife. She took Anna's hand in her's and was
leading her away, leaving Charlie still in the ob-
scurity of his large hat which he lacked courage
to raise, when Frances said, " Let me take Anna,
please. I will see to her," and soon the little lassie
was unrobed and comforted with a piece of cake
in her unexpectedly early retirement.
" Charlie, can thee find thy way up stairs ? "
asked David Haydock, and the boy, much impeded
in his progress by his unaccustomed garments,
slowly made his way up the ladder to the loft.
" Had thee not better leave thy coat for some
larger person ? " asked his father again, a broad
smile finally spreading itself over his counte-
nance, and Charlie, reassured by his father's tone,,
hastily slipped out of the garment, letting it drop,
while he fled to the protecting shadow of the
THE INSPECTION OF THE BOXES. 49
loft amid the renewed peal of laughter from
Soon after this episode the company dis-
persed, well satisfied with the events of the even-
ing. James Haydock accompanied Frances home,
and discussed the escape of Dan and Rosa, which
w^as planned for the following night. The two
visiting Friends were still up when James re-
turned, and he sat with them listening, as they
talked long into the night of the curse of slavery,
and how difficult it would be to eradicate an evil
whose roots had spread so deep and far, twisting
themselves into the very heart of the social system
and threatening it with moral ruin at uo very
50 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
IN THE DISMAL SWAMP.
The next clay was warm, almost sultry ; one
of those balmy days that return in late October
to remind us that summer still lays a lingering
touch on hill and dale. The birds twittered, loit-
ering amid the thinning foliage as though reluct-
ant to quit their summer haunts.
The Friends staying at David Haydock's had
made an early start that morning, intending to
visit a few more families who still held slaves and
required some peculiarly tender but clear in-
struction as to the right and wrong of so doing.
David Haydock and Rachel went with their
guests in the old family coach, telling James they
might not return till the day following.
" Oh, mother," said little Anna, " may Fran-
ces come and stay all night with us ? I do not like
to sleep alone."
" I would be very glad for her to do so, if her
father can spare her ; perhaps James can see her
IN THE DISMAL SWAMP. 51
to-day and bring her over," Rachel Haydock re-
plied as she stepped into the carriage.
"That is just the thing, I don't believe her
fether wants her half so much as we do. Does
tliee, James ? "
" No, Anna, I do not believe he does,"
answered her brother, as he tucked the lap-rug
carefully round his mother and shut the door of
The day passed quietly ; James rode Nero in
the afternoon to Jeremiah Allen's, and the old man
cheerfully assented to his daughter's passing ths
night at David Haydock's. He was very fond of
James, and saw with a calm satisfaction the
friendship between him and Frances. If he him-
self were taken away, he felt as if his daughter
might have a very happy home in the young
man's family, all of whom he felt assured would
give her a hearty welcome. The merry little old
gentleman, however, showed at present no signs
of leaving this s])here for a more enlarged one.
He was, after all, hardly past the prime of lite — a
rather dry and wrinkled prime, to be sure, but as
full of sweetness as the hickory nut a brown squir-
rel just then dropped on tlie roof of tlie porch
52 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
under which Friend Allen sat watching James
and Frances ride away. The sun, dimmed by
haze all day, was now almost shrouded in gather-
ing clouds which hung heavily over the Dismal
" We shall have a thunder-storm this even-
ing," soliloquized Jeremiah Allen, as he noted the
Frances presided over the early tea at Friend
Haydock's, and then Charlie and Anna watched
the youth and maiden mount their horses and
start for an evening ride, James' large deer-hound
trotting behind them. These expeditions were so
frequent as to call forth no comment.
" We shall be back soon, young ones," said
James ; '' Charlie, go to bed earl3^"
" I will," rei^lied the boy, and Anna called
after them :
" Frances, mind thee sleeps with me, I will
leave the door open for thee."
" I will not forget it, Anna," replied Frances,
nodding back as the two horses cantered away.
Neither spoke for some time.
" How dark it is getting, James," Frances was
the first to break the silence.
IN THE DISMAL SWAMP. 53
" All the better for Dan and Rosa, they must
be well on to where they were to meet the pedler,
but I would like to know that they have gotten
there safely. It is their only chance of reaching
Norfolk for many a day."
" Does thee think a storm is coming? " asked
Frances, guiding her pony nearer to the big black
steed James rode.
" It looks lighter toward the west ; I think it
may clear ; here we are at the swamp, it does look
pretty dark in there."
In truth it did ; the live oaks gave w^ay to a
thicker growth of bay and cypress, the latter ris-
ing with pale gray trunks from pools of black
water whose presence was made known only by
their glimmering reflection of the faint light still
struggling through the trees. Now and then a
wider stretch of water would make a break in the
wall of foliage, but so silent and forbidding looked
these pools that you could fancy them haunted by
many a spiteful water-demon, and when a long
black snake slid from'under the hoofs of Frances'
j)ony and descended into one of these dark pools,
breaking the sullen surface into, long ripples as it
swam across, lifting its narrow head to look back-
54 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
ward, she screamed and put her hand on Xero's
mane. The next moment however, she laughed.
" How absurd I am," she said, but added as
she turned to her companion, " Is thee really going
to ride ten miles through here ? "
"Is thee afraid, Frances? AVe will go back
if thee says so," he replied. " I did not think it
would be so dark," he added half to himself.
" No, we will go on," she said, " the horses
know every step of the way and the road is good."
Her naturally high sj^irits thus asserting them-
selves, they rode on at full speed. In a few min-
utes a sharp flash of lightning, followed by heavy
thunder, told them the rain was near, and as flash
succeeded flash, James was seriously alarmed, for
these storms often proved severe in this region
and the high wind frec|uently laid low many a
" There is an old house not far from here,"
said James, " If we can reach it we will be shel-
tered from the rain at all events."
They hurried forward, the constant lightning
revealed the road in ghost-like gleams beneath
their feet, enabling them to discern each others'
horses and the red body of the hound following
IiV THE DISMAL SWAMP.
ill long leaps. The heavy shadow lifted some-
what as the road came to an open space, where a
deserted hut, built by negroes cutting timber in
the swamp, stood among heaps of old logs and
brushwood. The profound stillness of the forest
was broken by the rising wind that foretold the
approaching storm and the branches tossed and
creaked under the sighing gusts. The horses
picked their way carefully over the loose logs to
the little shanty, and James, springing to the
ground, lifted Frances from her saddle.
" Go inside, and I will put the horses in the
shed," he said. " The rain is just beginning.
Rex, stay here." The hound crouched beside
Frances, but seemed annoyed and uneasy, look-
ing suspiciously into the gloom of the room be-
hind him as if scenting something. The girl too
fancied that she was not alone in that ruined
abode, but felt as if some other living presence
was there, and this vague feeling made her thank-
ful to hear James' step returning through the
house ; he stood beside her, looking out into the
obscurity around them. Frances glanced behind
her, but said nothing.
" We are fortunate in obtaining shelter, for
56 THE HA YD OCR'S' TESTIMONY.
here comes the rain," and he drew Frances fur-
ther inside as a flash of lightning came simul-
taneously -with a crash of thunder, and both seemed
drowned in one and the same instant by a sheet
of water descending straight from the sky. They
could see nothing through the gray wall of rain
that shut them in. A rustle and a deep breath
from the back of the room made Frances shud-
der and press more closely to James, who threw a
l^rotecting arm around her, and exclaimed sharply,
"Who's there; speak out will you? "
" Oh, Mars' James," said Dan's voice, " I jus'
wasn't shore who yo' had by yo' or I would have
'lowed we was yere."
" Dan, how under heaven ! " exclaimed James,
and Rex sprang forward to paw the colored Ijoy
over, for he was very fond of him ; many a meal
had they shared together.
" Where is Rosa ? What made you stop
here?" asked James. "Why don't you goon?"
" Rosa's done gone sprained her foot an' she
can't walk a bit furder, an' de pedler, he'll be gone
by an' what shall we do ? " groaned Dan, while a
stifled sound of crjang gave evidence of Rosa's
being beside him.
IN THE DISMAL SWAMP. 57
" Oil, James, what will they do? Poor souls,
it does seem too, too had after getting this far.
AVill they have to give it up?" said Frances,
withdrawing herself gently from the arm that still
encircled her. James struck a match and looked
at his watch.
"Here's a pine knot. Mars' James, I took
notice of it befo' it came so dark," said Dan, and
soon a little heap of pine was blazing in the
rickety old chimney.
" The only thing to do is to put Rosa on thy
pony, Frances, and let me take her to the cross-
roads. Dan can run beside us and we can all
stand a wetting, I think, in so good a cause," said
the young man.
"And leave me here?" asked Frances, her
voice quivering a little in spite of herself.
" That is the worst of it," said James, " I do
not like to leave thee even for half an hour."
"Never mind," said Frances more steadily,
" I wanted to help and now I can. Rex will stay
with me and it will not be for long."
" No, an hour at the outside," replied James,
*■ the rain seems stopping a little ; I will get the
horses ; Dan, you get your things and lift Rosa on
to Miss Frances' pony."
58 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
In two minutes the horses were ready and
Rosa, with a brightening face, was seated on the
brown pony, whose gentle eyes turned on her new
rider in an inquiring fashion.
" De good Lord mus' have sent yo yere, Misses
Frances," said the cjuadroon.
" I think He did, Rosa," Frances gravely re-
" Dan, put your hand on my stirrup, it will
help you along quicker," said James. "Frances, I
can't bear to leave thee, but I am sure there is
nothing to liurt any one, and Rex is good com-
pany." He lingered however, looking wistfully
"Oh, do go quick, you will miss the pedler, I
am all right," cried Frances, seating herself on
the floor with Rex at her side, and immediately
James was in his saddle and both horses sprang
out on a canter; they ciuickly disappeared through
the fast-falling rain, and the lessening sound of
their hoof-beats was all that broke the stillness.
This ceased presently and Frances felt that she
was alone. Rex pressed close to her, and soon
Frances rallied and lifted her face from his
smooth head whereon she had dropped it for a
IN THE DISMAL SWAMP. 59
moment. He pounded the floor with his tail as
if to assure her that he would do all he could to
protect and comfort her.
The rain gradually ceased, till only the drip,
drip from the roof could be heard. The fire died
out and left the hovel in darkness. But j)resently
as Frances looked out, a soft brightness appeared
in the sky, and the moon broke through the
clouds. The white boles of the cypress gleamed
in the silvery light ; the bay leaves glistened, wet
with the rain, and a whip-poor-will, balancing him-
self on a bough near by sent forth his long, low call.
Frances felt less nervous and the big hound
lay lovingly with his head in her lap, very quiet,
but awake and watchful. Time passed slowly
however, and once Frances started at a shadow
creeping over a log, it was only a passing cloud,
but she grew oppressed with the intense stillness
and strained her ear to catch a sound of the re-
turning horses. Suddenly Rex lifted his head
and in another moment Frances heard the faint
irregular click of hoofs.
A few minutes after James halted in front of
the cabin with the horses ; and she si3rang for-
ward to meet him.
60 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Oh, how glad I am to see thee back," she
'' Was it very lonely ? " said he, " I would keep
loneliness away from thee forever if I might."
Her head drooped on his shoulder and she
did not say him " Nay," as his lips touched hers
for a moment.
Rex poked his nose into his master's hand
and wagged his tail, as Frances withdrew to her
" The horses look tired," she remarked, pro-
" I fancy they are," James replied, " but we
must be getting home for all that. I feel as if I
never should be tired again, Frances," he said as
he lifted her into the saddle.
" Did thee meet the pedler ? " she asked.
" He was just coming whistling down the
road as we reached the corner ; fifteen minutes
more and we should have been too late," James
*' It has been a good night's work for Dan and
Rosa," said Frances, soberly.
"And for me," said James.
Frances urged her horse into faster pace and
IN THE DISMAL SWAMP. 61
Nero following, they were soon at the door of
David Haydock's dwelling, standing silent and
shadowy under the still uncertain light of the
moon. While assisting Frances to alight, James
longed to say something more than just goodnight,
but words did not come easily just then, and
when, after stabling the horses he entered the
house, the room was empty and silent ; a solitary
candle burned before the mirror, the hound lay
asleep on the mat near the firej)lace ; and after
locking the front door, James retired to his own
room to aream happy dreams.
62 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
AN ANGRY VISITOR.
The next morning James found Frances busy
about the preparations for breakfast, and in vain
did he try to get a word alone with her, or a glance
from her brown eyes which seemed to avoid him
as she moved from the kitchen to the breakfast
room helping aunt Jane with deft fingers.
Charlie and Anna kept up a lively chatter
about all sorts of things, and soon after breakfast
was over Frances announced her intention of re-
" Father is still a little lame with his sprained
ankle, and I do not like to leave him any longer.
Charlie is going to see me home with tlie old
horse," she said.
" No, I don't think he is ; he has something
else to do," James remarked quietly, and Frances
glancing at him knew she had in this lover of
hers, a different person to deal with from her for-
mer merry boy companion. In her heart she
AN ANGR V VISITOR. 63
liked the change, and although their ride between
the two farms was a rather silent one, yet when
they neared Jeremiah Allen's, and James turned
to her, checking her horse's pace into a walk, she
made no effort to urge the pony onward.
" Frances, say something to me," the young
man pleaded. " Thee is not as tliee was last
" What shall I say ? " answered Frances, look-
ing intently at a bush that brushed her pony's
ear. Her cheeks flushed as she stretched out her
hand to reach some scarlet berries hanging on the
" I will get those for thee, if thee wants them,"
said James, leaving Xero to nibble tlie thin grass,
while he gathered the bright clusters and put them
into Frances's hand. Then looking earnestly into
her face, said :
" Tell me thee loves me as I love thee."
" Why should I tell thee that ? " the girl re-
plied, a little smile passing over her face, her
head bending lower, however, as she met his
" Just because I want thee for my wife, and
— oh, Frances, do not say me ' No.' "
64 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" I will not say ' No/ James," Frances said
And James knew from the shy look she gave
him that the desire of his heart was won, though
she was in a very different mood from the excited
one of the night before. Now she instinctively
held him at a distance.
Jeremiah Allen was writing at his straight
legged little table as Frances ran in, and gave his
daughter a rather absent though an affectionate
" Is James there ? " he asked.
"He has just taken Nixie to the stable,
father," replied his daughter, standing beside him.
" Will thee run out and ask him if he objects
to putting Doctor into the gig ? I must ride over
to Isaac Coxe's and my ankle still troubles me a
Frances hesitated and yet there was no reason
to be assigned why she should not do her father's
bidding. Being under her own roof too, gave her
more confidence ; and after a moment's pause, she
gathered her skirt over her arm and went towards
Some pictures impress themselves on our
AN ANGR Y VISITOR. 65
minds with a vividness that is never effaced, and
often these impressions are among the most famil-
iar and commonplace surroundings. It was so
with Frances at this moment. The regularly laid
wood-pile near which she passed, the chips be-
neath her feet sending out a fresh woody fragrance
under the sun's warm rays, the low brown barn
with the chickens loitering about the door enjoy-
ing the perfect sunshine and the blue sky above
them, James Haydock's figure, as he stood under
the shadow of the sweet gum tree tightening the
girth of his saddle, all impressed the girl uncon-
sciously, yet in a way never to be forgotten. The
gravity of his face vanished as he looked up,
roused by her step, and coming forward impetu-
ously, he took her in an embrace that might dissi-
pate all her reserve from that time forth.
" James, Father wants thee to — I can't speak
if thee holds me so tightly," said the girl, gently
endeavoring to free herself
" Very well, thee can speak now and forever
just here, for aught I care," loosing his hold of
her just a little as she gave her father's message.
James acted upon it in due time and after care-
fully helping Friend Allen into the gig, took his
66 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
own way homeward, as Frances had disappeared
within lier own room and was evidently not to be
seen any more just then.
David and Rachel Haydock returned home
to dinner that same day, and toward evening, as
the mother w-as teaching little Anna some of the
necessary household work in the kitchen, David
Haydock sat looking over some letters in a small
alcove opening out of the living room. His son
James was copying accounts at a dark, old-fash-
ioned desk beside his father, when a knock was
heard and without waiting for permission to enter,
Mr. Bolton, the slave-owner of whom we have
spoken, came in and approached David Haydock.
" Good-day, Mr. Haydock, may I speak to
you a few minutes ? " he asked.
" Thee is w^elcome, neighbor Bolton ; sit
down," and David Haydock handed his visitor a
seat, resumed his own in the carved arm-chair,
and waited for his visitor to speak. James, after
a slight bow to Mr. Bolton, continued his occupa-
'' Mr. Haydock, I do not know how far you
are resi^onsible, but I have lost a girl of mine
whom you once tried to buy, and our surmise is
A,V AXGR Y VISITOR. 67
that she has gone off with your boy Dan. They
tell me on the plantation that she was there late
yesterday afternoon, but did not come to supper
with the rest of the hands, and this morning she
is nowhere to be found. Can you tell me any-
thing about her ? "
There was a certain insolence in the man's
manner that made James' blood boil, but he
made no sign, neither took part in the conversa-
tion. " I am sorry for thy loss, neighbor Bolton,"
replied David Haydock, " but can give thee no
light on the subject, I was away all day yesterday
and last night; only returning this noon."
" Exactly," said Bolton, " You, and 3^our hon-
est Friends, who think it no harm to steal a
neighbor's property, went away yesterday morning
and most probably made arrangements to take
my girl Rosa to meet her rascal of a husband, as
he calls himself, at some point northward. You
know all about it yourself, but will not help a
man to recover his own," Bolton spoke angrily.
"Thee knoAvs I never approve of helping
other people's slaves to run away," responded
David Haydock calmly. " We are not responsible
for the wrong-doing of others and therefore can-
68 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
not interfere, excejot in so far as we try to set be-
fore them the way of truth. I have often labored
with thee about the sin of holding slaves, but
having failed to persuade thee, can but let it rest.
Nevertheless, I would not assist thy so-called
property to run away, although I sympathize fully
with the longing for liberty that prompts such an
" You really tell me that you have not gotten
the girl off? " he queried doubtfully.
"I have not, and moreover I have heard
nothing from John Pemberton or his friend that
would induce me to believe that they knew aught
about the matter; thee can get no information
here," answered David Haydock. James' lip
curled with irrepressible amusement, as he bent
his head lower over his writing.
" I venture to say that young sprig beside you
knows all about it then." Bolton began again,
looking at James.
" James ? " said David Haydock in surprise,
turning to look at his son and dropping the paper-
cutter he had been toying with. " I do not think
he would be likely to know anything about it."
AN ANGRY VISITOR. 69
He picked up the paper-cutter again, crossed his
neatly clothed legs and sat quietly regarding his
visitor. James still wrote on, though the last ray
of sunshine had crept away from under the vine-
clad porch and the large room was beginning to
darken. Bolton felt baffled. Suddenly he ex-
" You are ruining the country w^ith your
cursed anti-slavery notions. A man will not be
able to say his soul is his own before long, much
less his property, and here you sit in your con-
founded self-righteousness and call wrong right,
and openly abet stealing another man's goods.
You're no less than a set of thieves."
" Friend Bolton, thee has said all that is neces-
sary ; perhaps we had better close this interview
for the present," quietly remarked David Hay-
dock, slowly rising from his chair till his large
figure stood erect and dignified before the angry
man. James had risen at the same moment and
stood close beside his father, as tall, and, if not as
broad, more lithe and active, with a blaze of in-
dignation in his dark blue eyes.
" Mr. Bolton, I shall take pleasure in showing
you the way out ; it is growing dark and you may
'70 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
not find it easily," and the young man stepped
forward with an air of command so irresistible
that the disappointed and enraged slave-owner
could do naught but obey.
After watching Mr. Bolton's retreating figure
a moment, James returned to find his fiither with
hands clasped behind him, thoughtfully pacing
the floor, wdiile Charlie put a match to the fire
ready laid in the ample fireplace. The flames
leaped and danced, lighting up James' face as he
leaned against the mantle-post. His father paused
" James, thee was twenty -one years of age last
week ? "
" I was, father."
"Then thee is responsible for thy own ac-
" I ought to be so, father."
" That is probabl}^ the case, and I shall ask
thee no questions."
" I appreciate thy confidence and will honor
the trust," his son replied.
Supper was just then brought in and neither
at this time, nor afterward, was any allusion made
to the escape of Rosa with Dan, except once, a
AN ANGRY VISITOR. 71
few weeks afterward, when James handed to his
father a lettei from Philadelphia, saying that the
pair had passed safely through to Canada.
72 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
A SUDDEN CALL.
It must be remembered in reading this account
of the escape of Dan and Kosa that such a thing
was far more easily accompHshed then than in
later years. Run-away slaves were then com-
paratively few, and as a consequence, less care
was taken to prevent their flight. Telegraphic
communication did not exist and traveling facili-
ties were poor, so that to overtake and bring back
run-aways was a difficult matter. Once a fugi-
tive was fairly off, the owner might give up all
hope of seeing him again. This Mr. Bolton
knew, and the knowledge increased his anger
as he went home, baflled in his attempts to
gain any information from David Haydock, to
whom he had gone, feeling him to be one upon
whom he could legitimately vent his rage. The
calmness with which he had been met, only
served to provoke him the more. He struck
angrily with his heavy, loaded cane at the bushes
A SUDDEN CALL. 73
l^ordering the road as he went home through the
plantation. A shrill derisive laugh, apparently
provoked by his actions, fell on his ear ; it issued
from a thicket close beside him, and he recognized
a half-witted negro boy swinging on the wild
" Mars' Bolton mad at somefing ? Has Rosa
run away an' can't be foun' no how ? " He broke
out mockingly into a line of a hymn ; " She's
gone, she's gone to Canaan's happy shore," and he
swung on his grape vine toward Mr. Bolton, stoop-
ing and looking full into his face. The cane was
lifted and a heavy blow aimed, not at the boy,
but at the stem he was on, for Bolton did not
really mean to injure him, but as the negro bent
down, the stroke fell on the back of his head and
laid him senseless at the white man's feet. Shocked
and horrified, Bolton stooped to lift the boy up,
but the form hung on his hands like the dead
■weight it was, and as he turned the limp head to
the still bright western sky, it w^as plain to be seen
that the half-witted spirit had fled to a sphere
■where a new intelligence was granted it. The
loaded cane had struck the base of the brain, and
its work had been swift and painless.
74 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" What shall I do with him now ? " said Bol-
ton. " I did not mean to kill him. I'll let people
suppose he fell off and broke his neck. His old
mother will be better off without him anyway ; I
reckon Bill was nothing but a care to her and
she'll be glad he's gone." So saying, Bolton pulled
the unresisting form under his grape-vine swing
and left him in the dew and dim starlight, while
the old mother sat in her cabin waiting for the re-
turn of the child who supplied the sole interest
of her lonely life, and whom she loved, though he
was so wayward and capricious. Old Milly had
been free for several years, and had chosen to stay
near her old home when her former master had
moved away ; she, with her boy Bill, living in a
tumble-down cabin on a corner of David Hay-
dock's farm. The Haydocks saw that she did not
suffer for necessaries and Bill would occasionally
do a half day's work, a thing he could easily ac-
complish when the fancy took him, for he was
big and strong as these " innocents " often are.
Beside his mother, James Haydock was the only
person for whom Bill showed any attachment, and
to him, this half-witted boy frequently brought
squirrels and 'possums that he had trapped. No
A SUDDEN CALL. 75
more of these wild gifts would the motionless
hands ever hring, and few indeed were the people
who would mourn Bill's departure from his little
After the first shock at the result of his reck-
less blow, the old feeling of contempt for the
" nigger " returned to Bolton's mind. One less or
more was very little consequence anj^how ; some
people even doubted that they had souls, and cer-
tainly he regarded them as little above the brutes,
this one especially ; moreover. Bill had been an
object of interest to the Haydocks and shared in
the dislike with which Bolton regarded the whole
" They will make search and find him in the
morning ; I will not disturb myself more about
it. Grinning idiot that he was, to provoke me
so ! " and the slave-owner moodily walked on
homeward. He was not unkind to his own
negroes ; indeed they were fairly happy under his
rule ; but to have complete control of a number
of one's fellow-beings and to exert over them an
authority from which there is no appeal, curiously
enough, instead of evoking the highest and best
qualities within us, usually bring out the brute.
76 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
About the middle of the following afternoon,
James Haydock, while helping uncle Billy repair
the hinges on the barn door, saw old Milly com-
ing toward them across the potato field.
" Old Milly is getting more feeble every day ;
don't you think so, uncle Billy?"
" Yes, Mars' James, dat she is ; I reckon her
Bill wear her out ; he is a mighty onexpected
kind of a critter an' nothin' is as wearin' as dat
sort of sudd'nt s'prise he gibs her all de time."
" Good-evening, aunt Mill}'^," called James as
she neared them, walking slowdy, " how is Bill ?
" Dats jest it. Mars' James, Bill's been called
to glory in de twinklin' of an eye, an' it has kinder
"What! Milly, you don't mean to say that
Bill's dead ? " said James stopping his work and
looking at her, " here, sit down on this log ; you
look tired out," seeing how swollen were the poor
old eyes and how grief-stricken was the wrinkled
" Deed, Mars' James, it is tryin' to de flesh,
dese onexpected movements of Bill's, an' dis j'ere
one's de wust I ever 'sperienced. Dey foun' him
A SUDDEN CALL. 77
dis mornin' a layiii' on Mars' Bolton's back road
under de grape vine twists lie's allars so fond of
swingin' on. Pears as if de motion soothed him,
an' de}'' say he mus' a swung too hard an' jes' fell
off an' broke his neck. Oh, why. Bill, did yere go
an' leab yere old mammy alone in de cabin to
wait till de golden chariot calls fo' her at de do',"
and the poor old creature broke into such unre-
strained sobbing that James was glad to see the
comfortable figure of his mother's cook coming
towards them. Aunt Jane took the weeping
woman into the kitchen, where soon Rachel Hay-
dock was soothing her with sw^eet and comforting
words, and before long James saw her wending
her way back to her cabin with slow uncertain
steps, bending under her burden of woe, so great
to her, though almost less than nothing to most of
those about her.
" James, old Milly wants to have the funeral
from our meeting house," said his father, when his
son came in to supper, " and if thee is willing to
go and see that everything is done carefully, it
can be so. It seems to be a comfort to these peo-
ple to have as much ceremony at such times as
possible. Can thee go to-night ? "
THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Oh, yes, I will go, to be sure ; it is about the
last thing I can do for poor Bill. He was really
fond of us ; it was only yesterday he brought me
a squirrel he had trapped."
" Very well ; here is the key ; do not let them
keep it up late."
. " I will try to hold them within bounds,
though it is not very easy. I think I will take
Frances, if she will go on Nero," said James. He
had told his parents of his new relations with the
maiden, and their satisfaction was only less in
degree than his own, for the}' had ever felt a warm
love for her, and this engagement was very pleas-
ant to them.
The clear yellow of an October sunset was
still lingering in the west when James rode up to
the steps of Friend Allen's porch and fastened his
horse to the post near by. Frances was singing
to herself as she moved about the living room, and
looking up saw James enter, his figure obscuring
the fast fading light.
"Is thee alone, Frances?" was the 3'outh's
question as he came forward to greet her.
" Enough so to make thee a welcome guest,"
replied the girl, a little mischievously, though the
soft color deepened on her cheek.
A SUDDEN CALL.
" Then thee only makes me welcome when
thee has no one else to talk to ? "
" I doubt if ever so much company would in-
crease my wish to see thee."
" James, thee is always welcome,"' said Jere-
m.iah Allen, issuing from the door of his little
room and shaking hands with his future son-in-
law, " will thee not sit down ? "
" I came to see if Frances w^ould go out with
me to-night," James said, turning to seek her face
in the darkening twilight, and then he told them
of old Milly's sorrow and of the funeral to be held
at the meeting house.
" I would like to go very much," said Fran-
ces. " Father, can thee saddle the pony for me ? "
" I have the pillion on Nero, Frances ; he is
quite used to going double, if thee is willing to try
Frances hesitated and then laughed.
" I suppose thee thinks I might as well begin
to grow accustomed to going double too ? Per-
haps thee is right ; I will be ready in a minute."
In spite of the girl's i^ropensity to tease, there was
a sweet frankness about her that showed her heart
was in the right place and gave an earnest that
80 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
she would never carry her playfulness far enough
to hurt the feelings of any one. In a few mo-
ments Nero paced gently down the road, stepping
carefully under the newly assumed burden, to
which he was destined in future to become well
It was quite dark as they neared the meeting
house, and from many directions the eye could see
the twinkling of torches as the negroes gathered
from those j)lantations within easy distance. The
news of any event among these bond-people spread
with curious quickness ; both Kosa's escape and
Bill's death were well known at the adjacent
farms, and the slaves had sent a request to their
masters to allow them to attend the funeral of the
half-witted boy whom they all had known. These
requests were granted, as the slave-holders were
not averse to their people having a little variety
in a harmless fashion. Mr. Bolton especially felt
it in this case a sort of compensation he owed old
Milly, and willingly permitted his slaves to join
those who were to carry Bill to his last rest-
ing place. No one knew his share in the catas-
trophe; no questions had been asked; and he
did not feel it incumbent on him to say anything.
A SUDDEN CALL. 81
When James and Frances entered the meet-
ing-house yard it was full of moving forms whose
black faces showed but dimly under the glare and
smoke of the light-wood torches.
James fastened Nero in a shed and passed
through the crowd. It opened to let himself and
Frances approach the door, before which stood six
men bearing a rude coffin. As soon as the house
was open, James and his companion stepped in-
side and stood, while the crowd pressed by, follow-
ing the coffin-bearers to the head of the middle
aisle ; there they deposited their burden in front
of the gallery facing the rest of the benches. The
torches had been stacked, still burning, in many
pyramids about the yard ; the only lights inside
of the meeting house were four candles, two at the
head and two at the foot of the now open coffin.
In and out of the dim circle of light thus formed
the dusky figures passed silently, taking their last
look at the features well remembered by them as
wearing only mocking and derisive grimaces, now
so quiet and almost sweet in their relaxed rigid-
ity. Noiselessly the dark forms passed around
and onward until all were satisfied. The}^ then
took their seats in tlie body of the meeting house,
THE HA YD OCXS' TESTIMONY.
the only persons remaining near the coffin being
the bent figure of old Milly and the negro min-
ister; above them were the high iinoccu2:)ied
benches, their front railings gleaming indistinctly
in polished lines, while the sexT,ts lay in such heavy
gloom as to be scarcely visible. Frances im-
agined she could see fantastic shadows peopling
the dark galleries, and the fancy remained with
her as the gaunt preacher arose and began his ad-
dress, occasionally turning to the vacant seats
above him as if he too could see visible faces in
the dim darkness.
The pungent smoke of the torches was blown
by the veering night wind through the door by
which the girl and her companion were sitting.
Used as she was to seeing negroes about her, the
strangeness of their own being the only white faces
in the dimly lighted building, brought a curious
feeling with it. The voice of the i:)reacher rose
and fell in measured cadence as he dilated on the
sudden passage of the chariot that took Bill away
to the promised land, leaving the sorrowing
mother alone. Long and eloquently did he speak
with outstretched arms, and when exhausted by his
efforts he paused, a big negro in front of Frances
A SUDDEN CALL. 83
began a hymn in which one after another joined,
accompanying the swelling chorus with a muffled
stamping of feet and slow swaying of the body.
Louder and more impassioned grew the singing
until it seemed as if the roof would be riven by
the volume of mournful sound; suddenly it
ceased and a dull impassiveness settled down
again on the dark faces. The preacher arose once
more, and in a few brief sentences, whose calm-
ness contrasted oddly with his former excitement,
signified that the time had come to proceed to the
The service was over. The men who had
carried the coffin stepped forward to close the lid
and paused a moment for old Milly, who had bent
her head on the narrow box, to rise and allow
them to go on with their duty. She did not stir,
and the preacher gently touched her arm ; still
she did not move and he took hold of her hand.
The next moment he looked up with a startled air.
" Bless the Lord ! he's dun taken Milly to
glory, right yere an' now ! "
An indefinable movement through the house
told James that a rush would be made to see the
old woman, if the excitement caused by this sud-
84 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
den event was not controlled, and before the con-
gregation could rise he had passed quickly up the
aisle to the coffin.
" Start a hymn, brother Zeb, and tell them to
stay in their places," he said to the preacher, who
with the prompt appreciation of his race, imme-
diately complied, and the rising feeling was kept in
check. James stood a moment in doubt as to
what to do next.
"'Can we bury them together?" he asked,
speaking low to a strong negro standing by him.
" I tink we can. Mars' Haydock," the man re-
plied, " old Milly is putty small, an' dis box is on-
common big ; I dunno who made it, but as tings
hab 'curred, it is mighty lucky."
" It seems to me the best thing to do," said
James. " Tell your friends here to lift up the old
creature gently," but he had no need to warn them ;
tenderly they laid the tired old head beside that of
her son, and Frances having followed James,
lightly spread her white handkerchief over both
the faces resting so close together. The negroes
showed their approval of this arrangement by be-
ginning a wild resurrection hymn which they sang
as the coffin was closed and taken out. All the con-
gregation followed, still singing. The torches Avere
A SUDDEN CALL.
picked up and carried in the procession to the
grave in a corner of the meeting-house yard, the
cadence of the hymn still rising and falling as the
people placed themselves as closely as possible
around the new made grave.
In the silence that then fell over the gather-
ing, the preacher turned to James Haydock.
" Won't you tell us a few words. Mars' James ?
Do now." Taken by surprise, James hesitated a
moment, but then stepped forward and w.th un-
covered head offered an earnest thanksgiving that
the mother and son were together again, and a
prayer that however sudden might be the call to
another country, it might find them ready. The
grave filled, the compau}'- silently dispersed in small
groups, and taking their different ways homeward,
extinguished their torches in the sand as they
reached their various cabins.
James locked the meeting house, and putting
Frances on her pillion, rode home through a dark-
ness that even the light of the southern stars
illuminated but faintly. The wild grapes gave out
a strong perfume in the damp air, and a few
crickets chirped feebly along the road-side as though
they knew the summer was over and the chill of
the late autumn would soon be upon them.
86 THE I/A YD OCA'S' TESTIMONY.
Slavery had been gradually eliminated from
the Society of Friends. In 1784, several different
Quarterly Meetings having reported that many
still held slaves notwithstanding the advice and
entreaties of their friends, the Yearly IMeeting di-
rected that such offending members should be dis-
Every effort was made to induce these mem-
bers to see the sin in its true light, and a resort
to the final measure of disownment was j^ut off as
long as possible, so that it was not till 1818 that
the Yearly Meeting was able to make, as the final
result of their long wrestling with the evil, this
brief record, " None held as slaves." This happy
event occured a few months after the beginning of
our story, and the following summer James Hay-
dock married the maiden of his choice. We
shall resume their history again as it grew eventful
in 18G4, the fourth year of the civil war, when
scarcity of men and means threw its deepest
shadow over the South.
This summer of 1864, in which we gather up
the threads of our story, shows many a change in
the Hves of James Haydock and his wife Frances.
The early home of the maiden where she was
wooed and won is her's no longer, for Jeremiah
Allen has long since been laid under the thickly
falling pine-needles which cushion almost to con-
cealment the low mounds in the grave-yard near
the meeting house. David and Rachel Haydock
also sleep their last sleep in this ancient burying-
ground, the date of which is almost identical with
that of the settlement, for, as Hawthorne says, in
those early times, provision was made in accord-
ance with the needs of departed spirits, about as
soon as that necessary for the living material body.
James Haydock during his married life had visited
and trafhcked in the North, and indeed had settled
several children, now themselves married, in that
busy and agressive part of our country ; and then,
following the inclination of both himself and his
wife, had returned to the old farm, so pleasant to
both in their early associations. Their only un-
married daughter Molly, a bright girl of twenty,
88 THE HA YDOCKS\ TESTIMONY.
and John, a boy of fifteen, so much younger than
the rest as to be a great darhng, were still with
them to cheer their old age. " Old age," however,
could hardly be aj^plied to the pair standing on the
porch this afternoon. Frances Hay dock leaned
against one of the posts that was almost hidden by
scarlet honeysuckle. Her wavy red-brown hair
w^as thinner than in years past, but not much more
in control than then, and the delicate rose tint still
lingered freshly in her cheek. To-day, however,
an expression of growing anxiety was on her face
as she listened to the news that her husband was
telling. He stood on the step below her, lifting his
hat rather wearily from the dark hair now streaked
with gray, and wiping his brow with his handker-
chief. He had just returned from a walk to the
mill. All their horses, but one very old one, had
been seized for service by the Southern army in
their various raids to and fro over the country, and
the cows, with the exception of two young heifers,
had been taken for food by the same rapacious
hosts. Their neighbors were no better off than
they in this respect, for their homes all lay in that
part of the country so frequently fought over by
the contending armies, and the inhabitants were
called on for supplies by both friend and foe.
True to their belief that the teachings of Christ
were for peace alone, and that His followers could
take no part in the struggle then tearing asunder
this fair country, no truly conyinced Friend, either
in the North or South, had joined the army ; and
we may say here, that as far as possible, both of
the military goyernments proyided exceptional
acts by which this people might adhere to their
principles. In the summer of 1862, a Conscription
act was passed in the Confederate Congress re-
quiring eyery man between eighteen and thirty-
fiye 3'ears of age to enter the army. In 1863 these
limits were extended to eighteen and forty-five,
and the next j^ear to fifty years, but at this date
the scarcity of men in the Southern army was
such that all able bodied men were drafted, no
matter what might be their age, and James Hay-
dock felt that he might be called on any day to
render service to the government which he could
not conscientiously perform.
" They told me at the mill to-day, Frances,
that the soldiers had been there, and because the
Miller would not reveal the hiding place of his
three sons, they hung him up three times almost
90 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
to tlie point of strangulation. Josiah Barker, wha
owns the mill, and lives close by, hearing the
screams of the Miller's wife, came out and they
seized him, asking him the same questions as they
had asked the Miller."
"Oh, what did he do?" asked Frances.
"Stood his ground, thank God," replied her
husband. " In fact he did not know where the
boys were, and simply said so, but when the sol-
diers put the rope round his neck and proceeded
to tighten it over a beam in the barn, he did not
flinch or beg for mercy. They told him the
Quakers by keeping so many men out of the
army were causing the defeat of the South, said
he had but five minutes to live, and if he had any
prayers to offer, to say them quickly."
" What respect had they for prayers ?" queried
Frances Haydock, slightly smiling, as her hus-
band paused and set down on the step, leaning
back among the shining green of the Lady
Banksia rose, and looking up at her with glow-
" Some traditionary reverence, doubtless ;
Southerners are no more brutes than Northerners^
but they are driven into more desperate straits.
just now, and war ever brings unreasoning cru-
elty in its train, especially when homes are de-
stroyed and families broken up. The North-
erners know little of this in reality. Well, to go
on, Barker said he was innocent, and had no more
to say than ' Father, forgive them, for they know
not what they do.' And I think our Father-
stopped them, for they removed the rope from his
neck and flung him on one side, telling him not
to look up or he would be shot, and in truth so
stunned was he, that looking up was impossible;
he heard, as in a dream, the fellows hanging the
poor Miller up until he was nearly strangled ;
then they left the place, threatening to return,
but our Master sent them in another direction,
for they did not come back. The}^ found one of
the missing conscripts, whom they hung till
" Probably they think discipline must be
maintained," Frances Haydock remarked.
" Aye, but what discipline is enforced in the
army is more than counterbalanced by the license
flooding the country the moment that strict rule
is relaxed," said her husband, " how much better
the control taught by the Prince of Peace !"
92 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
Merry voices were heard at this moment,
and Molly and John appeared coming up the
avenue. The pale gold of the sunset still shone
through the far arch of overhanging live-oaks,
and outlined the children's figures with clear dis-
tinctness. John carried in his hand a pail half
full of foaming milk.
" Mother," he said as they neared the porch,
" Molly and I have found such a beautiful j^lace
for the heifers to sleep in, they will not miss the
barn at all now."
" They would hardly miss it at any rate this
warm weather, my boy ? " said his father, smiling
at the two as the}' sat down beside him.
" No, I suppose not," answered John, " but
thee knows that thick clump of alderbushes in
the lower meadow ?"
" Yes," said James Hay dock.
"Well, there is an open space right in the
middle of it, Molly and I cut off a few branches,
twisted the rest in and out, and spread a lot of
dead leaves over the ground, and the heifers went
right in and lay down there. Close by the open-
ing is a dead tree with a jessamine growing over
it and hanging down, so every sign of an entrance
is hidden, and I think it would very much puz-
zle the soldiers to find the cows. They may hunt
the barn over now, we will keep our heifers."
" It is quite a distance from the house," re-
marked Molly, " and we must milk them early in
morning and late in the evening or some one will
" It seems the only way to do," said Frances
Haydock, " I trust no worse trouble is in store for
us." A sigh followed these words, for a shadow
of future evil seemed gathering over her. Several
friends in the neighborhood had been drafted
into the army quite lately, some of whom had no
objection to paying the Exemption tax, and thus
avoid engaging in bloodshed ; but two of them
did not feel free to avail themselves of this way
of escape and had gone with the soldiery, though
refusing to bear arms. This refusal either to pay
what the Exemption Act demanded, or to bear
arms, excited much wrath among the soldiers
with whom they had to deal, and very rough
treatment w^as bestowed ujDon those courageous
followers of Him whose teachings are to " Love
your enemies, and pray for those who despitefully
use you." No loss of life had, however, befallen
•94 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
those who steadfastly adhered to Christ's precepts,
and their confidence was strengthened by such
evidence of His protecting power.
James Haydock did not believe in paying the
Exemption tax, and his wife dreaded the possible
attempt to force him to either give up his princi-
ples or suffer for them.
" Come Molly, we must put the milk away,"
said her mother. The girl lingered under the
caressing hand of her father as he stroked the dark
braids of hair in which Molly had twisted a sjoray
of the yellow Southern jessamine. She had in-
herited James Haydock's ebon hair and brows,
but the large black eyes were very unlike his dark
blue ones, and had a steadfastness in their depth
derived from her grandfather rather than from
her father's impetuous nature ; this imj)etuosity,
however, was now steadied by strong principle
and an earnest love for the Lord, his Master.
" I will take it in, mother," said John, spring-
ing up and lifting the pail. " Molly did nearly
all the milking to-night." This child was like
his mother ; he was merry, full of fun, always
talking cheerfully, always fresh and sweet, like
the little brook running through the cellar in
whose cool flow the milk was now soon deposited,
the creamy liquid filling to the brim two shallow
pans ; it was then left to gather an added rich-
ness in the darkness and solitude of its under-
ground habitation. Thus it is with some human
<;haracters ; shut them away from the bustle and
light of the outside world, and all that is best in
their natures will be brought to the surface ; while,
with others of this curiously mixed creation of
ours, all possible sunshine and free air is needed
to develop the sweetness and bloom so delightful
to find in a work-a-day world.
In giving an account of the experiences of
Friends throughout the South during the civil war,
■our story almost unavoidably assumes the cast of
a religious controversy. And although it is as far as
possible from our purpose to arouse any antagon-
ism in the many truly earnest Christians who hold
•different views from those maintained by the Quak-
ers, we cannot but put these views, and the stead-
fast trust with which they were carried out, in the
strongest possible light. They were a vital matter
with this people, and any trivial handling of the
^subject would fail to give a true impression of the
feeling existing among them. We rejoice in the
96 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
clear light of to-day, after twenty -five years have
been added to our national history, that many in
all Christian denominations are beginning to see
the wickedness of war, and to take their stand with
the sect which has ever borne testimony against
it, suffering almost unto the giving up of life, as
many years before that time the Friends had also
suffered indignity and hardship for their belief
in the freedom of all mankind.
The next morning a Confederate officer rode
up to the Haydock's dwelling, and with a cour-
teous bow handed a folded paper to Frances Hay-
dock who came forward to ask what his errand
might be. She took it with a sinking heart and
carried it to her husband. He opened the paper
and read it slowly, while his wife leaned over his
shoulder and read likewise. It was an order to
rej^ort at Richmond for military service, or else to
pay the Exemption tax, before the next three
days had passed.
James Haydock leaned back and looked up
at his wife ; her face was white, and a pleading
look was in her soft brown eyes ; she stroked the
wavy locks on his forehead with the same caress-
ing touch as of yore.
" James, will thee not pay the tax and stay
with us ? " she asked.
" Would thee have me do so ? " he said, look-
ing lovingly at her.
" Many of our Friends have done so," she
" I know, but what is thy own feeling about
it ? " her husband persisted.
" Oh James, I cannot let thee go," Frances
exclaimed, coming round in front of her husband,
wdio, rising, took her in his strong arms in a close
embrace, which, while telling her how inexpress-
ibly hard it would be to leave her, in some man-
ner conveyed to her so clear an impression of the
strength and power of the Master they both served
that she was calmed and comforted.
" I want us to see eye to eye in this matter,
Frances, my wife," James Haydock said.
" AVe always have, James," she replied, " and
I will not fail thee now. But, oh, when will this
horrible struggle be over and our country at peace
once more ?"
" In the Lord's own time, Frances. He never
forsakes those who trust in Him, not one of our
Friends have lost their lives."
98 THE HA YD OCXS' TESTIMONY.
" No, but they have suffered. Oh, James, it
is terrible. In three short days to have thee go to
we know not where."
" ' He is able to save, even unto the utter-
Horses' hoofs on the sandy road outside at
this moment attracted James Haydock's attention.
" Frances, it is neighbor Gordon and his son
" I cannot see them just now, James."
" I will take care of them then and excuse
thee for the present," said James Haydock going
forward to welcome his guests with his usual quiet
grace and dignity, while Frances entered her own
room and shut herself into the presence of the
Comforter to whom she was used to carry all her
griefs and perplexities,
Mr. Gordon, to whom we are now introduced,
had moved with his family into Jeremiah Allen's
old house some years before, and had formed a
very warm friendship with the Haydocks. Rosco,
their only son, had been educated at the North,
but when the war broke out he had been forced
to return from college just before he graduated.
He was now twenty-two years old, and during
these two years at home he had formed a warm
friendship with Molly Haydock, who, on her part
much enjoyed the cultivated companionship of
young Gordon. Carefully guided in her studies
by her father, Molly had learned a good deal that
is not usually included in a girl's education,
although she had missed some of the lighter ac-
Mr. Gordon had served a year in the Southern
army, had been wounded, and was now unfit for
further service. For some unknown reason Rosco
was not as yet drafted, and his frequent associa-
tion with James Haydock had so far convinced
him of the evil of war, that he had never felt
willing to volunteer his services to the army.
With perhaps a keener observation than his father,
Rosco Gordon j^erceived the shade that had fallen
over the usually serene face of his host.
" You are in trouble, Mr. Haydock ? " he
asked respectfully. " Is any one ill ? "
"No one, Rosco," James Haydock replied,
" but trial has come to us in common with our
neighbors and in three days I must go to Rich-
" I am awfully sorry to hear this, Mr. Hay-
100 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
dock," said the older Gordon. " Why don't you
pay the Exemption tax and stay at home ? "
" I cannot feel easy to do that," replied James
Haydock, " although many of our Friends have,
it seems to me like assisting in a strife that is al-
together opposed to our Lord's teachings ? "
" I do not see why you have to look at it in
that way. Why the money goes for provision, for
blankets, for tobacco, for quantities of things that
don't hurt anybody, but do them good. Come
here. Miss Molly, good-morning to you," as the
girl entered the room, " your good father thinks
he must leave you, and I want you to help me
persuade him it is all nonsense."
" You will not do that, I think," said Molly,
gravely. She usually dropped the Friend's lan-
guage of " thee " and " thou " when talking with
members of other denominations.
" You don't want him to go, do you. Miss
Molly ? " pursued Mr. Gordon.
" I would give all I have in the world to pre-
vent it ! What shall we do without him ? " the
girl exclaimed vehemently, raising her eyes to
meet those of Rosco Gordon's fixed on her with
earnest sympathy ; the bright sunshine lying on
the polished floor seemed to throw upward a gleam
that kindled a glowing spark in the light hazel
eye of the young man.
" Can we do nothing to keep Mr. Haydock at
home ? " he asked.
" He shall not go," asseverated Moll3^
"The soldiers will take me I fear, Molly,
wdiether I wish to go or not," said her father, ten-
derly regarding her.
" Oh, and what will they do to thee?" she
-exclaimed in distress, rising and walking to the
window. Rosco followed, but she could neither
talk nor listen to his attempts at consolation, and
after Mr. Gordon had urged James Haydock once
more, to avail himself of the loop-hole offered by
the Exemption Act, the visitors mounted their
horses and rode away. Just before leaving, old
Mr. Gordon whispered to Molly :
"We will i^ay the tax for your father, my
dear, and keep him here in spite of himself."
" Thank you ; he would not allow it. You
are very kind, but it is no use," Molly said sadly.
Rosco looked back as long as he dared, only
to see the girl's figure leaning against the pillar of
the porch, her hand over her eyes.
102 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
Sad and dreary were the days that followed.
Frances was busy looking over her husband's
clothing, preparing for an absence of she knew
not how long duration. These preparations
were much more scanty than they would have
been two years before. Two years of separation
from their best source of supply, the northern
cities, two years of desolated crops and ravaged
stock yards, had left but little to live upon, and
although James had invested funds in the north,
at present they were unavailable.
Frances Haydock had always kept a good
stock of linen on hand, but constant appeals from
needy neighbors had rapidly reduced this supply.
The old spinning wheel was put into requisition
again, and both mother and daughter spent many
an hour in spinning the cotton they were fortu-
nately still able to procure.
Molly knew of an old chest in the loft, full of
moth-eaten and faded garments of worsted and silk
brocade ; man}" a time as a chiid she had looked
over the ancient costumes, and now they fre-
C[iiently suggested themselves to her mind as a last
resource should all other supplies fail. James
Haydock occupies himself in making every ar-
rangment for his wife's comfort while he should be
away, and told John how to provide wood for the
winter, and gather in what crops they might be
able to save. He said but little of a prolonged
absence to Frances, for she constantly expressed
a hope that the end of the war might not be far
distant and then their troubles would be ended ;
at least this worst trouble of all, separation from
one another. Very tender was his manner toward
his wife during these three days. Molly was rest-
lessly bent on relieving her mother of all work
that might keep her from her husband's side, and
her father cast many a loving look at her as she
silently went about the house and garden.
" I cannot help it, father dear," the girl said
one day as he laid his hand on her shoulder,
" thee must let me control my feelings as best I can.
It is like death to have thee go away, and worse
than death to think of what thee must suffer."
104 THE HA YDOCKS> TESTIMONY.
James Haydock put his arm around her and
she sobbed on his shoulder.
" Thee will be thy mother's great deiDendence,
Molly. John is but young and boyish, though he
■does his best ; I thank God daily for my daughter
Molly." The girl raised her head and looked up
at him steadily ; there always had been between
them a peculiar bond of love and confidence.
" I will do all I can to cheer mother," she
said simply, " now I must go for the milk," and
the bright young maiden, anxious to hide her sor-
row, ran out to seek the cows in their distant pas-
ture. The two heifers came to meet her and
greeted her lovingly, as she crept through the bro-
ken fence. John had not put up any bars, lest the
signs of care should attract the marauder's eyes,
and cause him to search in that lonely spot for
things worth hiding. The rich thick grass sent
up a damp pleasant smell, the crickets chirped
softly, creeping forth from their shady houses,
night was their time to enjoy themselves and hold
communion with the little stars just beginning to
twinkle faintly, but cheerily in the darkening
sky. The cow's warm breath, sweet with feeding
on the leaves and twigs of the spice-wood, mingled
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witli the cool air and enveloped Molly as she
milked ; the profound repose of the place rested
and quieted her.
After milking was over, as she drove the heif-
ers to the sheltering clump of alder bushes and
stooped to j)ick a branch of the odorous jesamine,
two huge bats, black and ugly as only southern
bats are, flew suddenly out from the dead tree, al-
most brushing Molly's face with their wings,
and flapped noiselessly about her head ; she
screamed slightly and taking up her pailful of
milk, hurridly sped toward the fence. She was
startled to see the figure of a man standing by the
opening she had come through ; for a moment her
heart stood still, but the next instant she recog-
nized Rosco Gordon and the feeling of relief was so
great that she leaned her head against a mossy
post and burst into tears.
" Miss Haydock, INIolly," the young man ex-
claimed in dismay, "have I startled you? What
is the matter ? "
" Nothing, except I am so glad it is you and
nobody else. I thought it was a soldier, and, oh,
I am not myself just now ; I was frightened."
Molly dried her eyes and crept through the
106 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
fence, resigning the milk-pail into Rosco's hands.
" Do you think it is safe for you to come here
so late alone ? " asked the youth.
" It is safe for the cows," replied Molly, smil-
ing a little ; the reaction from her fright overcom-
ing other feelings for the moment.
" Doubtless, but you are of more importance
than the cows," he rejoined.
" I do not know that I am. I can do so little,
My consequence has dwindled very much lately
in my own eyes."
"But not in the eyes of others, perhaps,"
Rosco replied. " At any rate let me either milk
the cows in the future, or come with you ; there
are too many soldiers and runaways now lurking
round the country for you to be alone so far from
" John usually comes with me, but he was
busy with something else to-night. Will you come
in ? " she asked as they neared the house.
" Not now, thank you. What time does Mr.
Haydock leave to-morrow ? "
" Oh, I don't know, don't ask me," Molly ex-
claimed, all her misery returning with overwhelm-
GOOD BYE. 107
" Do forgive me, I did not mean to recall your
trouble ; I was very thoughtless."
" No matter ; it must come soon. Good-night !"
The girl forgot to thank him for bringing her
home, and left the milk in his hands as she hastily
sought the shelter of the house. He hesitated a
moment, and then gave the milk to John, who
was at the door, bringing in wood for the morning
" Halloo, did you milk the cows ? AYhere is
Molly ?" ejaculated the boy.
" In the house. Good-night," said Rosco, de-
parting into the rapidly gathering darkness.
" Very queer of Molly," soliloquised John as
he carried in the milk. " If Gordon begins milk-
ing the cows, I wonder what he will do next ?"
The following morning as the early dew dried
away from the grass, and the hands of the old-
fashioned clock ticked their deliberate progress to-
ward noon, a band of gray-clad soldiers appeared
coming up the avenue leading to the Haydock
homestead ; they halted at the porch and one of
them, seemingly the captain, dismounted and
went up the stej^s, bringing dismay to the hearts
of Frances Haydock and her daughter. A knock,
108 THE HA YDOCJCS' TESTIMONY.
neither gentle nor hesitating, was' answered by
James Haydock himself.
" You're Mr. Haydock, I take it?" said the sol-
dier, bowing with some politeness of manner as
the tall dignified figure confronted him.
" That is my name," was the reply.
" Well, sir, I'm sorry to say it, but you must
shoulder your musket and come with us to Rich-
mond at once. We have a horse ready for you."
" I will accompany thee, but I can neither
take arms nor engage in army service," said
'' I suppose you're a Quaker," said the Con-
federate officer. " Well, you'll just have to put
your objections in your pocket now, and join the
service like every other decent man has to. Here
is your horse, sir. Have you any traps ?"
Frances Haydock brought out the small
bundle she had prepared for her husband ; there
was no emotion that threatened to overcome her
just now, but a wonderfully calm and uplifted
feeling. It had been with her since their morn-
ing waiting before the Lord, when they had given
themselves to His all powerful protection, and felt
His almost visible presence.
GOOD BYE. 109
" Tom, bring up that horse ; now, sir, here's
yonr musket ; take it if you please."
James Haydock mounted the horse, but the
m^isket remained untouched.
" Why don't you take it ?" exclamed the cap-
tain. '' Come, we have no time to waste. Don't
you mean to shoulder it? Remember you are
under orders now."
" I am under orders, but of a higher captain
than this world generally acknowledges. He tells
me not to shed blood, and I cannot disobey His
"All confounded nonsense," impatiently re-
sponded the captain. " Still, I am mighty sorry
for you all," he said looking at the family grouped
in silence on the piazza, Molly's arm around her
mother's waist, who, however, hardly looked as if
she needed support, but would rather impart
strength to others. John's blue eyes flashed, and
he grasped the hatchet with which he had just
been cutting wood with a clutch indicating he
would like to use it on different material than
cedar and light pine.
" Can't you pay the Exemption fee and stay at
home ?" asked the officer. " I'll take that gladly."
110 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Thanks for the willingness, but I do not feel
easy to do it ; it all comes to the same thing," was
" I don't see that ; but if you won't jDay, just
take your musket and come along."
Still the musket was not accepted. For a
moment the captain looked bewildered ; then he
burst forth with an oath, " Do you dare to defy
me? Don't you know I'm here to be obeyed?
Tom, take that musket and tie it across the saint's
back ; tight, mind 3"0U."
This order was obeyed. Molly's eyes grew
indignant as she saw her father wince involun-
tarily under the rough handling and the tight
twist of the rope, but he said nothing and sat on
the horse looking calmly, rather sorrowfully, at
the officer, who regarded him angrily ; seeing he
made no resistance, however, the angry look
.slowly gave place to a jDuzzled one, then he sjDoke.
" Tom, you may take that gun off and tie it
on the horse. Til leave the authorities at Rich-
mond to deal with him. They will not be so easy
with you as I am, confound you," his anger rising
again, as he shook his horse's reins, " forward, we
have wasted time enough here."
GOOD BYE. Ill
Frances had come near to her husband ; he
bent toward her with a smile.
" Frances, He has shut the Hon's mouth this
" Yes, and He will do it again, James. He
will be with thee and with us," was her reply, and
then the horse and rider moved in line with the
others, and following the command of the leader,
passed out of sight down the sandy road.
" Molly, I will go to my room for a little
while," said Frances Haydock when the last sound
of the trampling hoofs had died away. " Call me
if thee wants me."
" Go, mother dear," said Molly. " I will see to
dinner ; though its little eating we shall do to-day,
I fancy," she added under her breath, then turn-
ing suddenly away,
" Oh, father, father, why could not I take this
in thy place ? " She sat down on the porch stej),
and with her hands covering her face remained
motionless a long while.
"Molly, I have made the fire up, and maybe
mother would eat an egg or something; let's ask
her." said John, quietly touching his sister's shoul-
der. She looked up.
112 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" John, thee is worth twice as much as I am..
Mother ought to eat something. I will go and ask
her. After all the war must end soon, every one
says so, and father will be taken care of," and
Molly jumped up, hope sj)reading its brightness
again over her young face, and renewing the cour-
age that in young and energetic natures is never
long absent. l^Iolly was both sanguine and stead-
fast, though her intense, almost tragic way of look-
ing at life made her less lively than her brother
John, who had inherited more of his mother's
In the evening Mr. Gordon and his son rode
over to see the Haydocks.
" We were just coming here this morning
when we met the soldiers, Mrs. Haydock, and we
thought you would rather be alone a while," said
Mr. Gordon. " We'll have your husband home
again soon and not a hair of his head touched.
There are ways of getting him back. I am going
to Richmond myself to-morrow; but I'll say no
more now. Keep a good heart, madam. Things-
will be all right."
" I am very sure of that," replied Frances, a
faint smile passing over her pale face.
IN CAMP. ns-
Long and weaiy for James Haydock was the
journey to Richmond. At first the soldiers taunted
and annoyed him in every possible way, but the
gentleness with which this treatment was received
and the various little hel^^ful actions i^erformed by
him whenever opportunity offered, at last won the
tolerance, if not the regard, of his companions ;
and when he went with the captain to report at
Richmond to the authorities who were to decide
into which regiment he was to be detailed, there
was no attempt made to prejudice the officers
against him; in fact, another offer was made,
even urged upon him, of obtaining immunity
from service by paying the Exemption tax. This
was, however, distinctly refused and the officer in
authority ordered him to be placed in the
regiment and sent to Petersburg, Virginia. It
was at this place that the mining and countermin-
ing of the Northern and Southern forces ended
114 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
later in a scene of such awful destruction that the
name of Fort Hell was given to one of the fortifi-
" IVIay I send a letter home to my family ? "
he asked, as, hand-cuflPed for disobedience to the
order to carry arms, he was led from the dingy
little office where he had been undergoing exam-
" There is no objection, if you can get anyone
to write and carry it for you ; you will remain
hand-cuffed till further orders, unless you agree to
do your part as an honest man should," was the
rather surly reply.
" I will write it for you," said one of the sol-
diers who had accompanied him to Richmond,
" but I don't know who will carry it."
"Whar yere frum, Massa?" asked a young
negro boy who had been leaning against the door
of the recruiting office while the examination was
going on, and who now approached James Hay-
dock's side. The information asked for having
been given, he pondered a moment or two, and
then said, speaking low :
" I reckon I kin get it tuk fo' yere if yere
won't make no mention of it to ony pussun.
IN CAMP. 115
Reckon some folks be agoin' tro' dat way sum
time, but cley won't want iiothin' said 'bout it, no-
how." So in the station from which James Hay-
dock was to take the train to Petersburg, a few
dictated lines were written and given to the negro
boy, to be sent by unknown hands to the dear
ones at home.
Although more than a year had now passed
since the slaves had been proclaimed free, many
of them were still coming from the far South and
passing the lines of the contending armies with
more or less difficulty, according to the part of the
country they travelled through. Sometimes they
were detained and questioned, and sometimes
they were not, but allowed to go almost as un-
heeded as dusky birds of passage. Wherever
they went, however, the Quakers befriended them,
and anyone who wore the distinctive dress of this
sect claimed gratitude from the negro. Thus it
was that James Haydock was enabled to send
back to his family news of himself, that could
hardly have been taken in any other manner.
The journey in the crowded uncomfortable
cars, wherein few seats were allowed, and those
only plain benches without backs, was soon over,
116 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
and the soldiers marched to an encampment from
whence the distant lines of the Northern army
could be seen. No engagement was anticipated
for two or three days, as the attacking force was
supposed to be small, and Petersburg with its
fresh reinforcements was fairly well protected.
The repeated and steady refusal of James
Hay dock to join the daily drill had so exaspera-
ted his officers that orders were issued to place
him in the front ranks, should a battle take place,
and let him be shot down as a punishment for
insubordination. The colonel of the regiment,
however, being really a man of kindly disposi-
tion, felt inclined to make another effort to bring
" Haydock to his senses," as he expressed it. On
the evening of the second day in camp, he left his
tent and sauntered down to where the soldiers
were lounging round the camp-fires. James Hay-
dock was sitting a little apart, leaning against a
large oak tree. The lovely hills encircling the
city were growing more shadowy as the evening
glow faded, and a blue haze crept up from the
valley; a few stars were visible and nature at
least was peaceful and calm. James Haydock
held his Bible loosely in his hand, (they had un-
IN CAMP. 117
fettered him, seeing liis quiet behavior) and his
eyes \v:ere fixed steadily on tlie far off mountains
whose repose was so absolute.
" Good-evening, Haydock," said Colonel Pres-
ton, " don't you think you had better throw that
book away and fight your own way through like
a man ? Don't get up ; I want to talk to you."
'•' I think this book is more likely to help than
to hinder me in the fight I am making," replied
James Haydock, smiling as he made room on his
blanket for Colonel Preston to find a place beside
" Do you really think your Lord is going to
protect you when the battle comes on ?"
" I have never known a case where our Mas-
ter failed His believing children," was the ready
" Pshaw ; do you know you are to be put in
the front ranks and be made a mark for the first
"Somebody will have to go into the front
ranks, and I would rather trust to God's protec-
tion in such a situation than to one musket among
several hundreds. Christ has said that they that
trust in Him need never be afraid ; surely He can
118 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
save now from death as well as eighteen hundred
" I don't know much about your God ; but I
know that nothing short of a miracle can save
you in a battle, if unarmed."
" I quite believe that."
" Surely you are not such a fool as to believe
in miracles, are you ?"
" May I ask thee another question before I
answer ?" queried James Haydock.
" Certainly, I have nothing to do just now
and am very willing to hear you talk," said Col-
onel Preston, settling himself comfortably against
the oak tree. Several of the younger officers, see-
ing their colonel address James Haydock, had
drawn near, and were now standing around the
Many were the discussions indulged in dur-
ing these idle waiting hours, and very often the
subjects pitched upon were of a serious nature ; a
fact that perhaps might be accounted for by the
nearness to danger, and the knowledge that
twenty-four hours or less might bring the next
world very close to some of them.
" Ask wdiat you please, I don't say I will al-
ways answer, however," the colonel went on.
IN CAMP. 119
" Does thee believe the Bible ?" asked James
"Oh, yes, in a way; some parts of it; I
doubt its inspiration, but its moral teaching is
certainly good. I read lately a paper by a
Unitarian clergyman, of Boston, in which he
said, ' The Bible is a book of many mistakes, but
we do not mind them,' I think that is about my
"'A book of many mistakes,'" repeated
James Haydock, rather slowly, " and thee is will-
ins: to trust thy knowledge of a future life to a
book that has many mistakes ? I do not think I
would take such a book as a guide in questions of
law or medicine, still less for life. But granting
thy position that parts are true, does thee believe
that there is a God, or Creator of the world ? "
" Yes, I believe there is a God, though nature
is good enough for me," said Colonel Preston, an-
swering the note of interrogation, " but miracles
do not happen ; that is exploded long ago."
" They do not happen, I admit, they are al-
ways the intentional direct action of a Supreme
power, which has an end in view. Why does thee
not believe in them ? "
120 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Because they are contraiy to nature."
" Can any one give the dictionary meaning of
a miracle ? " asked James Haydock.
Tlie cliaplain of the regiment, who was
stretched out on the ground near the colonel's
feet, pulled a little dictionary out of his breast
pocket and read slowly by the fading light :
" Miracle, an event or effect contrar}^ to the
established course of things; a deviation from the
known laws of nature."
He replaced the volume in his pocket. James
" Miracles are not to be believed in because
they are exactly what they are defined to be." A
suppressed laugh went round the circle of listeners
and Colonel Preston looked foolish.
" How do you know such a thing as a miracle
ever existed?" he retorted, pulling himself to-
" Can we define a thing that never existed ? "
" Things often exist simply in the imagina-
tion ; any one knows that."
"A combination of things or circumstances is
often conjured up by the imagination; but to
carry the question back a little further, can you
IN CAMP. 121
€ven imagine anything that absolutely never was
seen or heard of? "
" I don't suppose you could, unless it was
suggested to man by an intelligence superior to
his own, a mind knowing something he did not,"
replied the colonel. He was beginning to be
interested ; for he was an educated man, and liked
to meet an op^Donent worth arguing with, as he
now recognized this Quaker to be.
" Ah, thee has touched the idea of revelation,
a wide subject," said James Haydock.
" But to return to miracles ;" said Colonel
Preston, " why should the supreme intelligence
that made the laws of nature, erratically suspend
them? It would bring everything into confusion."
" That is the old theologian's idea, and incor-
rect, I think. Have we any proof that they are
suspended? Does a bird when he flies upward
suspend the laws of gravitation ? I think he
simply exerts a power that is superior, and over-
" I see your point, Mr. Haydock," said the
colonel. " You think the ordinary forces are
overcome by extraordinary ones."
" I would like to see a miracle," said one of
122 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
the younger officers. " Then one might believe
" Exactly," responded James Haydock smil-
ing, " and every generation would require a mira-
cle to be performed for its belief, till raising of the
dead and opening the eyes of the blind would be-
come so common as to be no miracle at all. The
next generation would no more believe j^our re-
cord than you believe the ancient testimony."
" Hume says," remarked a thoughtful-look-
ing, keen-eyed man, sitting on a knapsack near
by, " that ' a miracle supported by any human tes-
timony is more a subject of derision than of argu-
" ' Human testimony,' " muttered the chap-
lain under his breath, " would he admit superhu-
man, I wonder? Hume himself says he never
read the New Testament through."
" He also says," replied James Haydock, " ' I
own that there may possibly be miracles of such
a kind as to admit of prools from human testi-
mony,' and then tries to do away with his own
admissions by saying, ' but should such a miracle
be ascribed to a new system of religion, men of
all ages have been so imposed on by ridiculous
IN CAMP. 123
stories of that kind that this very circumstance
would be full proof of the cheat.' "
" You have a very good memory, Mr. Hay-
dock," said the colonel, a little sarcastically.
" I think we usually remember what we are
interested in," was the reply.
" Other religions than Christ's have claimed
miracles ; Mohammed for instance," suggested the
" Miracles have been claimed jor them ; Mo-
hammed claimed none, nor were any ever sho^Ti
publicly; his night-visions were known only to
himself; his followers would not swear to them.
Christ's miracles were done openly, not ' in a cor-
ner' but before thousands. The religion He
preached was inaugurated by miracles, and God
bore him ' witness both with signs and wonders
and divers miracles.' It is one thing to challenge
an unbeliever to try a religion by its miracles, and
quite another to ask a believer to accept them as
part of a system in which he already believes, as
is the case with Mohammed. Oh, my friends, if
you all would accept Christ's religion ! " The grave
face of the speaker had grown wonderfully earnest.
" I consider^ Mr. Haydock," said a soldier who
124 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
had not spoken before, " that the Bible is not divine,
but is really the best outcome of humanity."
" How then can the fact be accounted for that
it came out at a very poor time of civilization ? "
was the answer, upon which the soldier concluded
to go and attend to the camp fire, which seemed to
need more wood.
" You don't answer my idea about the stop-
ping, or rather interfering with nature's laws, Mr.
Haydock," said Colonel Preston, who had been
silent some time.
" May I illustrate ? " asked James Haydock,
" There is a system of water-works now in opera-
tion which is so arranged that the demand regu-
lates the suj^ply ; according to the rapidity of the
discharge at the cock is the rapidity with which
the pumping-engine works. Then when a fire in
the town subjects the apparatus to a very unusual
tax, a signal in the engine-room, acting automat-
ically, causes the engineer to gear on the reserve
power always ready for use and so even in an emer-
gency there is a provision for ample supply.
Could not a Supreme power, which we must credit
with intelligence, exert a reserve power and yet
infringe none of nature's laws ? Modern science
IX CAMP. 125
limits God's power to the laws displayed in. nature
and then asserts that He violates His own laws by
miracle. I deny both positions, and fully believe
that a miracle is not a violation of law, but is
only such interference with the established course
of things as infallibly shows us the presence of a
" Such things as miracles are contrary to my
experience, and I don't propose to believe in
them," remarked a slim young lieutenant, lazily
knocking the ashes out of his pipe.
"So the African said when an Englishman,
told him he had seen water solid enough to w^alk
on," retorted the keen-eyed man of whom we have
before spoken, then turning to James Haydock,
he asked respectfully,
"Admitting miracles, and, if human testi-
mony in both good c[uantity and quality is to be
taken on this point as it is taken on every other
subject in the world, we must admit them, why
do you think the Saviour performed them ? Could
not His religion and teachings have been estab-
lished without the miraculous?"
" I suppose it could, and yet as God selected
this way of indicating the Divine authority of His
126 THE HAYDOCKS^ TESTIMONY.
messenger, we must suppose it to be the best way
of showing God's power. Had this New Testa-
ment, in which many of the Old Testament or
Mosaic laws were done away with (as for instance
' an eye for an eye '), being replaced by the law of
love and ' resist not evil,' — had the New Testa-
ment been sent by simply natural means, the ac-
ceptance of it would probably have been far less
complete. God appealed to the natural senses,
sight, hearing, touch, showing what His power
could accomplish in the physical or natural world,
in order to induce confidence in the spiritual
realms where one can only follow by faith. What
other stronger proof of His power can you sug-
" I do not know ; all nature is full of wonders,
and yet they do not seem to impress us with any
special belief in God."
" True enough ; they are so common that we
get used to them ; the mind needs to be startled
to be impressed ; we need something out of the
established order of things to quicken our percep-
" We shall see something out of the estab-
lished course of thing if you come out scot-free in
IN CAMP. 1-27
the next battle. It will fix the fate <A a lot of us.
I wish you all success and safety in your faith, Mr.
Haydock," said the slim young officer to whose
experience miracles were contrary, " it seems all
foolishness to me."
" I know — ' to the Greek, foolishness ; to the
Jews, a stumbling block ' — but unto them which
are called, Christ the power of God. ' I know
whom I have believed,' ' and as we are ambassadors
for Christ as though God did beseech you by
us, we pray you in Christ's stead be ye reconciled
to God.' " In his earnestness, James Haydock had
risen and was standing with bared head under
the wide-spreading oak branches, whose leaves
were slightly moved by the night wind ; the num-
berless tents of the regiment lay quietly, dimly
outlined by the uncertain light of the camp fires
whose smoke curled up and disappeared in the
cloudy darkness overhead ; no stars were now vis-
ible ; most of the soldiers had turned in for the
night, and the group around the speaker remained
silent as he continued with uplifted face,
" ' Who shall separate us from the love of
Christ ?' ' Neither death nor life, nor angels, nor
powers, nor things present, nor things to come.'
128 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
' Nay, in all these things we are more than con-
querors through Him that loved us.' "
He stopj)ed, and as with one accord the lis-
tening group rose and stood a moment before him
without sj)eaking, the chaplain almost involun-
tarily raised both hands and j^ronounced a bene-
diction over the uncovered heads, then turned
and sought his tent, followed by the other men ;
the Colonel silently shook hands with James Hay-
dock, and left him standing under the tree, where
he lingered a moment listening to the strains of a
negro hymn that floated to him from a far off
corner of the camp.
"My Lord, what a morning,
My Lord, what a morning,
My Lord, what a morning,
When the stars begin to fall."
ON SHOR T RA TIONS. 1 29
ON SHORT RATIONS.
" Mother, the corn-meal is nearly gone. We
gave some yesterday to poor Martha Eoyal, and
there is just enough for ourselves for another day,"
said Molly, coming out of the big store closet into
the living room where Frances Haydock sat spin-
" Well, John must take the rest of the corn
to mill to-day on old Dick ; it is too heavy for him
to carry, and then, — there is no prospect of any
more to send," her mother said looking up at
Molly, but not seeming discouraged.
" No, the last set of soldiers who went through
here took what corn they did not ride down, for
fodder for their own horses. There are lots of
potatoes though, and John had just planted peas
for a late crop ; the hard work is developing him
finely," said Molly with a little laugh. What a
happy arrangement it is that sorrow seldom staj'^s
persistently with the young ! It comes and goes,
130 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
and though the " coming " is often overwhelm-
ing and seems endless for the time, the " going "
is as certain to follow as the sunrise is to follow
the sunset; and so it was that Frances Haydock
was constantly cheered by her children's merry
ways, and herself joined with all the brightness
possible in their daily occupations. Her trust in
God kept her calm and restful, though much of
her old light-heartedness had vanished in the ab-
sence of her husband.
The few penciled lines that he sent telling of
his welfare, and saying that he was probably
going to Petersburg, had been left by an old col-
ored man nearly two weeks after the date of his
letter. Molly, to whom the messenger handed it,
left her work of training the vines on the porch
and urged him to come in and rest awhile.
" No, honey " he said, " my people air on de
way to see Mars Lincoln, and ef Jerry gits behin'
no one will eber look out fo' him. It's mighty
few 'lations I still has, but I want's to go along
wid dem ; dey know de way, an' it's only 'cause
one of yere people was once mighty good to me
dat I 'commodated yere by bringin' dese few
ON SHOR T RA TIONS. 131
" It was very, very good of you to stop ; do
take a bit of corn bread anyhow," and Molly ran
into the house and made up a parcel of hoe cake
for the old man.
"T'ank yere kin'ly, Misse, sech onexpected
helps cum in mighty well. My little gran'son
I'se carryin' wid me, was wailin' fo' sum dis berry
day. I reckon he gits tired."
" Where are you going, uncle ? " asked Molly.
" De good Lord knows, Misse, I don't ; dey is
jess totin' me 'long 'cause I wouldn't stop behin'.
Good evenin', honey."
This was now several days ago, and they
heard vague rumors of an engagement that had
taken place at Petersburg, but no definite news of
it had yet reached their ears.
" I'll tell John about the corn," said ]\Iolly,
going out toward the barn ; she saw her brother
standing in the open door holding a big hen by
the legs ; the creature was screaming wildly.
" Molly, this hen does nothing but cluck ; she
never lays any eggs, I think I'll kill her."
" Well, she would make a good stew," respond-
ed Molly. "She is doing something more than
cluck now, however."
132 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" I wish we could stop the heus clucking any-
how ; they make such a lot of noise they'll bring
the soldiers dowai on us all, and then no more
" Or eggs," said Molly. " I don't see though
how we can stop the clucking. We can shut the
hen-house up at night and let them roost any-
w^here ; they are not as easily found by the tramps
" No, but the w^ild-cats and the foxes w^ould
have a jolly time."
" John, do you know that cellar under the
barn ? No one would ever know it was there,
especially if we put brush over the entrance. We
could put perches up for the chickens and drive
them in every night."
" All right. What about the old horse ? Put
him in too ? " asked John.
" I doubt if even the soldiers would want
him." At this instant the hen who had stoj)ped
screaming and w^as w^atching John sideways wdth
a cocked-up head, kicked herself free from his re-
laxed grasp and flew through the barn door uj)
into the nearly empty hay-mow, scattering feathers
in her flight over Molly's head.
ON SHOR T RA TIONS. 133
" There goes our stew."
" Never mind, I'll shoot her when we w^ant
her, it is too hard work running her down. I
w^onder what we shall do for hay next winter if
father is not back ? " remarked John, changing the
subject and a little ruefully regarding the scantily
" I could help rake the grass if it was cut,"
" I'll try what I can do ; but its mighty hard
not being able to get any helj:)."
" There are people a good deal worse off than
we are, John. Will thee take the corn now or
after dinner ? "
"After dinner," said the boy, going into the
stable to feed old Dick, " think he'll carry me and
the corn too ? " he looked sceptically at Dick's
shaky knees and lean sides ; the poor animal was
only fed on hay and grass now, no corn being al-
lowed him from their scanty store.
After dinner as Molly was- spinning, crossing
and re-crossing the room, singing the while, Rosco
Gordon ran up the porch steps and entered the
large room ; Molly greeted him with a smile, but
did not stop her work.
134 THE HA YD OCRS' TESTIMONY.
" Always busy, Miss Haydock ? " he said. " It
makes me feel how lazy I am, to look at you."
" Is your hay all in ? " she asked. " Do sit
down, you need not stand because I do, and I
know you were at the hay all the morning ; John
" So we were ; we can hire no help and the
work must be done. Is John here ? "
" He has taken some corn to the mill to be
ground. Mother is lying down ; she does not
sleep very well at night just now and takes a rest
in the day."
" When did John go ? " asked Rosco.
" More than an hour ago. Why ? " replied
Molly, startled a little by the tone of anxiety in
" Of course he must wait till the corn is
ground ; he could not return promptly. There is
a company of soldiers about hunting recruits and
he is a well-grown fellow for his age. I think I'll
ride over that way, they may give him trouble ;
the mill is a great place for people to stop."
" Do you really think there is any danger ? "
asked Molly, following the young man as he rose
and went out to untie his horse.
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" I scarcely can believe so, but tliere is no
harm in going over. I did not mean to pay you
so short a call," he added smiling.
" Will you not come back again ? " the girl
" I will certainly, and be only too glad to," he
replied, mounting his horse and urging him to a
Molly went back to her spinning wheel fear-
ing she hardly knew what, but pacing steadily
back and forth over the smooth floor as if the
regular motion was a relief to her troubled
thoughts. Presently the door of her mother's
room opened; Frances Haydock came out and
going to her husband's desk seated herself before
it, making rather an anxious search through its
" Molly," she said, taking up an old pocket-
book, " father kept all his money in here, did he
" I think so, mother," Molly replied.
" There are but a hundred dollars left, then,"
said her mother, looking into every division of the
" Well, mother dearie, what do we want with
136 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
the money? There is nothing to buy, and we
have food enough and clothes enough, and fuel
enough in the big swamp anyhow, and lights in
the pine knots if the candles give out as the oil
has," was the cheery response.
" The candles are not very plentiful now,"
said her mother, " and food may become scarce.
But the war must end soon. We are much favored
to keep well and comfortable."
" When this cruel war is over," sang Molly,
" Oh yes, we will do beautifully ; in hot weather
one doesn't want much to eat, and there are lots
of ducks and squirrels in the swamp for autumn."
" John is very good with his gun," said Fran-
ces Haydock. " I wonder he has not returned yet.
It is surely time for him to come."
"Ducks are a legitimate use for guns," re-
marked Molly, desirous to keep her mother's
thoughts from John just now. "Here comes a
horse, I think," and she went to the door followed
by her mother.
" There are two, Molly ; oh ! what is the mat-
ter, Mr. Gordon is bringing John home before him
on his horse and Rosco is on the other."
" I'm all right, mother," shouted the cheery
ON SHOR T RA TIONS. 137
voice of her son, " only Mr. Gordon would not let
me walk home. Rosco has the meal."
" Where is old Dick, John," asked his sister,
much relieved to see the boy jump lightly from the
horse as Mr. Gordon stopped in front of the porch.
" The rascals seized him for a baggage-mule,
and said they would knock him on the head if he
was no use," exclaimed John, clenching his hands
as he looked at his mother; she turned to Mr.
" It was lucky I was riding by, Mrs. Haydock ;
a company of recruiting officers were there, and
having found but few men were in a bad humor.
They came up just as John was coming out with
the meal, and one man laid hands on the horse."
" I told 'em he was no good for their use," inter-
rupted the bo}^
" And that provoked them ; and they said
they would take the horse and boy too, he being
such an able-bodied fellow," said Mr. Gordon.
" And I said I was a Quaker and wouldn't
fight," said John.
" Oh, John, John," exclaimed his mother.
" Why didn't thee keep quiet, John," said
Molly, a half smile on her lips.
138 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Of course that was the finishing toueli,"
continued Mr. Gordon, " and when I came up they
had John tied to the horse's tail and were just
preparing to move off ; I was mighty glad that I
had turned up just in time. I had not meant to
go home tliat way either, but sometliing seemed
to say, ' ride by the mill,' and so I did. The caj)-
tain knew me and looked ashamed of himself
when I told him the boy was under age, and I
would make trouble for him if he was taken.
Rosco came galloping along at that minute and
seeing two staunch Southerners they let John go ;
they were pretty sulky about it, however, and
I did not dare interfere about the horse; they
might have taken the meal if Rosco hadn't put it
on his horse and walked off before they had time
to notice it. So here we are, and I am very glad,
Mrs. Haydock, to bring your son home safely."
"I am indeed very thankful," said Frances
Haydock, " Our Master sent thee to the mill in
time, I feel sure."
" I will take the meal round to the kitchen
door, Miss Haydock, shall I ?" asked Rosco Gordon,
who still sat on his horse with the meal-bag before
him, " John is a little shaken by his experience."
ON SHOR T RA TIONS. 139
In truth the boy did look rather white as he
sat on the porch steps. Molly went through the
house and met young Gordon, at the back door.
" You see I came back as you asked me, but
I am sorry not to bring the horse too."
" It is one animal less to care for," replied
Molly, " and we shall not have to send to mill any
more, for this is the last of the corn."
" This the last ? What will you do when this
is gone? Oh, never mind ; ' sufficient unto the
day.' No, I will take it in. There, you've knocked
the red honeysuckle out of your hair." He stooped
and picked up the full red cluster, putting it into
" Now I am decorated also ; that is a lovely
bunch you have at your waist, and they suit your
wdiite dress beautifully." He talked on to brighten
her sad face if j)ossible ; John's imminent danger
had shocked her greatly.
" Father always liked red and white," said
Molly, "Thank you very much, the meal goes
in here, please," she lit a candle to show Rosco
into their now nearly empty store-closet. " How
thankful I am you saved John from being taken
140 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" It was a i^retty near thing. The soldiers
seems to regard Quakers with a special hatred. I
think I'll turn Quaker myself out of sympathy
for the persecuted," returned Rosco lightly.
" Are you in earnest ?" asked Molly, holding
the candle on high, as she turned and looked at
" The more I look at the question of w^ar and
study the Bible, the more it seems to me the only
consistent Christian course," the young man re-
plied, soberly, " it was certainly the example
Christ set and most clearly taught. Non-resistance
was His principle always."
" Oh, what if the army should claim you
too !" exclaimed Molly.
" It is very odd that they have not ; I feel
though as if it were coming. Well, we are not
there yet," with a half sigh over what might soon
" No, you seem to stay here," broke in John's
merry voice, quite himself again seemingly.
" Haven't you j)ut that meal in the barrel, yet?
Molly, I don't like candle-grease in my hoe-cake."
ISIolly laughed as she noticed how crookedly
she was holding her candle over the barrel.
ON SHOR T RA TiONS. 141
" "We may have to come to it, if our lard gives
out," slie said.
" We need not anticipate, though," said John,
" Rosco, Mr. Gordon wants you now to go home
142 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
COLONEL Preston's victory.
We must go back a little in our story to
where the Confederate army lay at Petersburg,
awaiting the attack of the Federal forces. It was
the day after the conversation between the col-
onel and Haydock. The officers thought an en-
gagement was imminent, and might take place
at any hour. The colonel was moving around
among his men to make sure that everything was
in readiness, and paused a moment to speak to
James Haydock who sat reading in the door of
" Haydock, won't you, as a personal favor to
me, carry a rifle to-day ? I really can't put a man
into battle unarmed."
" ' The Lord will be my shield and buckler.'
' He that putteth his trust in Him shall never be
confounded.' I do aj)preciate thy interest and
am grateful for it, but I cannot go back on my
captain. If it is His will to protect me, He is as
COLONEL PRESTON'S VICTORY. 143
able to do it in battle as elsewhere, and if He sees
fit to take me home to Himself, ' even though He
slay me, yet will I trust in Him.' " James Hay-
dock had risen and stood with one hand on the
rein of the colonel's horse looking earnestly at the
rider, who looked back at him as steadily.
" Well, I do not understand it ; yours is not
the faith of a blind fatalist, I see that, and I
should like to know the power that holds you up.
If we come alive out of this day's work, I'll have
another talk with you. Wasn't that a shot? I've
no more time now ; may your God keep you," and
turning. Colonel Preston rode hastily away; al-
most at the same moment two soldiers approached
James Haydock, and each taking one of his arms,
he was led away to the company with whom he
was to share the peril of the front rank in battle.
As James Haydock stood in line awaiting the
nearer approach of the blue battalions coming
down the opposite hill and across the valley lying
between them, thoughts crowded into his mind
■with intense vividness.
The lovely blue sky over them, the sunshine
flooding the country, the hundreds of bright
manly fellows now full of vigor, in a few minutes
144 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
to be stretched lifeless, or in agony, on the ground :
why should they suffer ? What would their death
avail ? Did they save another life by resigning
their own ? Could not the horrible waste of hu-
man life have been prevented by wise legisla-
tion carried into effect years ago ? When a crisis
is upon us the time of preparation is past ; when
men are angry and every passion is aroused, the
moment to preach pacific measures is over, and
the result is that thousands must suffer for foolish
delay or blindness in forseeing the evil. And is
this suffering expiatory? No, a hundred times
no, it is simply and solely the inevitable result of
sin. Is the pain of a burn the expiation for put-
ting one's hand into the fire ? Even a child would
hardly so assert, yet we hear it constantly afiirmed
that the blood so abundantly shed in our civil
war was in expiation for the sin of slavery ! The
unavoidable consequence of sin is suffering ; the
inevitable result of leaving the light is to walk in
darkness. The crime of slavery was but working
out its natural end of death and destruction, and
involved in its fall many who had shaken them-
selves free from the evil nearly a century before.
What can be more pathetic than the words of the
COLONEL PRESTON'S VLCTORY. 1^5
prophet Jeremiah as appHed to our country in
her deep distress. " A wonderful and a horrible
thing is committed in the land ; the prophets pro-
phesy falsely, and my people love to have it so,
and what will ye do in the end thereof?"
So absorbed was James Haydock's mind in
thoughts of this kind that he was only awakened
to a full sense of his surroundings when a shower
of rifle-balls fell about him, and through the sud-
den cloud of smoke he saw that the blue-coats
were coming up the hill, the answering volley
from the Confederates failing to check the onward
rush. The man on his right hand loaded his re-
volver after this first fire, and his eyes gleamed
fiercely at the foe, the one on his left hand had
fallen and entered the next world with a curse on
his lips. As Colonel Preston rode rapidly along
the ranks, cheering his men on, his eye fell on
James Haydock standing quietly with his hands
loosely clasped behind him, looking out into the
" Haydock, for God's sake, go to the rear. I
can't see a man standing that way ; it is down
" In faith it is all murder," muttered a smooth
146 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
faced lad as a shot struck him and he fell at the
colonel's feet. " I wonder how mother will get
along without me/' was the faint whisper that
James Haydock caught as he bent a moment over
the young face so suddenly grown gray and rigid.
" He's gone. Go to the rear, I tell 3'ou ; I
Silently James Haydock turned to obey or-
ders when a fresh and still closer hail of shots
staggered him for an instant ; almost blinded by
the smoke, he could yet see that the colonel had
fallen from his horse, and lay motionless, while
the animal fled wildly over the field. Without a
minute's hesitation, James Haydock lifted the
rather slight form, and carrying it in his arms,
walked quietly along the line and back to the
tents in the rear.
" I thought you said that man was a coward,"
said a soldier to his comrade ; " that don't look
much like it."
" Coward or hero, sinner or saint, I don't
know; but I wish I felt as calm as he looked.
Look out, here they come, now for a close fight
and may the Lord have mercy on our souls."
" Divil a bit the Lord is in this sort of work ;
COLONEL PRESTON'S VLCTORY. 147
it ain't His kind. We'll drive 'em back though,
if we can."
And driven back they were ; it was not that
day, nor the next, that Petersburg fell into the
hands of the Northern army. There was to be a
greater horror before the end was reached. A hor-
ror of exploded mines, earth and stones flung up-
ward, with a shower of mangled bodies falling
again from the height to which so many human
forms had been blown. Well earned was the name
of Fort Hell, still clinging to the place. Weeks
after the fight occurred, the writer, in walking
over the ground shuddered to behold here and
there a skeleton hand sticking out from the
earth, telling its pitiful story ; while every few
s.teps a skull would gleam up through the clay,
with the hair on it blowing in the soft summer
There was no sleep for James Haydock that
nigh't. The Northerners acknowledging their de-
feat, retired to their camps toward dusk ; the sun
shone redly through the smoke lingering over the
battle-field, and soon dropped behind the quiet
hills, while the damp mists rose, and, mingling
with the smoke wreaths, made the air thick and
148 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
heavy. As James Haydock moved from tent to
tent doing what he could to relieve the sufferers,
he met the chaplain, who stopped a moment, re-
garded him curiously and then said :
" ' Is thy God whom thou servest continually,
able to deliver thee from the lions ? ' " and James
Haydock adopting the further language from
Daniel of old, responded in like manner :
" ' ]\Iy God hath sent his angel, and hath shut
the lions' mouths, that they have not hurt me."
The chajDlain spoke again, half to himself:
"'Then was the king exceeding glad for
him ; ' " then in a more jjractical tone asked :
"Have you seen the colonel within an hour
" No ; the doctors were with him when I came
away, and I have been doing what I could for
others. I fear he is seriously wounded."
"Have you looked at the dead?" was the
chaplain's next question.
" Would you mind then, going into the long
tent, and seeing if there are any little things about
them you can send home to the families ? Any-
thing is such a comfort."
COLONEL PRESTON'S VLCTORY. 149
The hush that j)revailed under the long white
canvas canopy was very solemn, and contrasted
strangely with the moans to which James Hay-
dock had been listening when helping with the
wounded. Here all pain was over ; peacefully lay
the still forms on the bare boards that did not
look uncomfortable as the entire repose of the
faces was noted. No emaciation from illness, no
sign even of suffering is found as a rule on the
faces of those who make sudden exit from this
world. A few attendants were gently going among
the bodies, trying to find the address of distant
relations to whom would soon come the heavy
tidings, " Killed at Petersburg." Sometimes a
photograph in a letter would be found, sometimes
a pocket testament with the name of the giver in
it, and from the breast pocket of one young man,
James Haydock took a letter containing a dark
brown lock of hair tied with a tiny silken curl of
gold. The simple inscription, " Baby's hair,"
brought the tears to James Haydock's eyes as he
replaced the envelope over the heart that could no
longer beat for wife or child.
Till day dawned, James Haydock continued,
with many others, to do what he could to alleviate
150 THE HA YD OCRS' TESTIMONY.
the misery always following a battle, and as the
eastern sky began to lighten he went to snatch a
few minutes rest in his tent. From this he was
presently aroused by a hand on his shoulder and
looking up he saw the chaplain standing before
him, looking tired and sad.
" Colonel Preston wants you," he said, " I
don't seem able to satisfy him," he added with a
melancholy little smile. James Haydock rose at
" Is he very ill ? "
"The doctors give him only twenty-four
hours, I believe ; but I hope it is not that bad.
Here, take this coffee before you go," and the
chaplain took a cup from a j)assing negro boy
who had been carrying the refreshing beverage to
many a thirsty soul through the night.
" Thanks ; now I will go." A very few steps
brought him to Colonel Preston's tent ; the wound-
ed man was lying quietly on his mattress, with
eyes wide open, seemingly fixed on nothing ; but
a look of recognition came into them as James
Haydock entered the doorway, pausing a minute
on the threshold.
" Come in, and sit down, no ceremony is
COLONEL PRESTON'S VICTORY. 151
needed now. I do not think I thanked you for
carrying me off the field yesterday."
" No thanks were necessary, surely ; it was
the only thing to do," and James Haydock sat
down on a camp stool beside the bed.
" You had no rifle or sword to impede your
steps, eithei," said Colonel Preston smiling rather
grimly, " I am glad I had ordered you to the
rear, it was lucky for me I did. You would not
have gone without, would you ? "
" Probably not, but do not talk of it now. Is
there anything I can do for thee ? "
" Yes, there may be, I don't know ; no one so
far has given me satisfaction on these questions
that will rise in my mind," then suddenly, " How
do you know there is a future state ? I have half
believed in a God, sometimes I think I do, but
nature has always been the God I have really
worshipped ; she has been my guide."
James Haydock made no motion of surprise,
waiting quietly till the short, rather hurried sen-
tences had stopped ; meanwhile the chaplain had
glided in, seemingly unnoticed, and taken a seat
behind the colonel.
" Is thee suffering ? Will talking hurt thee ? "
was James Haydock's first question.
152 THE HA YDOCKS: TESTIMONY.
" No, no, I'm not in j^jain, the trouble is some-
thing internal, they say, I don't know how they
know ; but go on, talk, and leave off your con-
founded ' thees ' and ' thous,' will you ? I don't
get the sense clear. I beg pardon ; I don't mean
to hurt you," he added, controlling the irritation
caused by weakness.
"You don't hurt me," replied James Hay-
dock, gravely. To him the "plain language"
was not a matter of vital importance. Coming
directly to the point, he said, " You speak of na-
ture as a guide."
" Yes, she is infallible ; and she seems to teach
that we die and return to the earth as do the ani-
mals. I have studied her a good deal and it
seems to me I have interpreted correctly."
" I have studied nature also ; and it is curious
how, having been educated by the same teacher,
we have arrived at different conclusions. Either
one of us has not understood her teachings, or she
has deceived us," said James Haydock, following
the colonel's line of thought.
" No, ' replied the colonel, " nature does not
deceive, whatever else may."
" Then," said James Haydock, " the mistake
COLONEL PRESTON'S VICTORY. 153
is in one of us. May I compare my views with
yours ? I take it you only seek the truth ?"
" That is all ; go ahead, I like to hear you
talk," he put one hand under his cheek and lay
looking at his companion with bright, seeking
eyes. This was not the usual manner of death-
bed talk, and the speaker attracted him.
" Have you ever known in your experience a
creature wdiose nature was opposed to its appetite ?"
The colonel thought a few minutes and then said.
" No, such a creature cannot exist. With a
carnivorous stomach and an herbivorous appetite
the creature would soon starve."
" Can you think of any exception to this
" No ; none certainly in the animal world ;
of course education in a few instances might
almost change nature, but the rule holds the
" You think you are going to die ?" was the
next seemingly irrelevant question.
" I suppose so," and a pained look passed over
the expressive face for an instant only.
" You think death terminates your existence ?"
" Yes, I can't really see anything else ?"
154 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Now answer me, have you not an appetite
for something you have not yet gotten ?"
" Yes, I want to live."
" How long do you want to live ?"
'* You have me there, liow can I i^ossibly tell
" If you lived till the world were destroyed,
supposing that ever takes place, would your de-
sire for life be satisfied ?"
" Would it ever be satisfied ? Does nature
then give you a longing that can never be satis-
fied? Would even a God be a just God who im-
planted an appetite for something that was never
to be satisfied ?"
" No; I do not think I ever saw the thing in
that light before. Have I been mistaken ?"
" Would this satisfy you, ' I am the living
bread that came down from Heaven ; if a man eat
of this bread he shall live for ever and ever.'"
" That would satisfy, if you believed it."
" Is it not a logical deduction that the longing
for more than we shall find in tliis world should
be provided for ? Does not the very fact that the
longing exists prove that there is something to
COLONEL PRESTON'S VICTORY. 155
satisfy it ? Will you not accept God and believe
in the redeeming power of Christ, ' who His own
self bare our sins in His own body on the tree ?' "
" What is the rest of that?" asked the colonel,
his face softening more and more as the words
spoken grew clear in the approaching light of the
" ' That we being dead to sins, should live unto
righteousness — by whose strij)es ye are healed,' "
then quoting a foregoing verse, half to himself,
James Haydock added, " ' Who, when He was re-
viled, reviled not again; when He suffered He
threatened not, but committed Himself to Him
who judgeth righteously.' "
" Who judgeth righteously," repeated Colonel
Preston, " Where should I be if I were judged ac-
cording to my deeds ? Yet I have lived as other
" ' We have all sinned and come short of the
glory of God.' ' If any man sin, we have an ad-
vocate with the Father.' 'And He laid on Him
the iniquity of us alV "
" Haydock, as the end draws near, one must
'believe there is something more. This life cannot
go out here ; there is too much in us, and the look-
156 THE HA YD OCXS' TESTIMONY.
ing for a future is inevitable ; there must be some-
thing beyond ; now how do we attain to it?"
" ' There is none other name under Heaven
given among men whereby we must be saved,' "
answered James Haydock.
" And that means Christ ? Say that text
about Him again."
" ' Who His own self bare our sins, in His own
body on the tree,' " slowly repeated James Hay-
dock, with an earnest silent prayer that the truth
might go home to the anxious listener ; in a low
voice he continued the simple quotations from
" ' Without the shedding of blood there is no
remission.' ' If we walk in the light, as He is in
the light, we have fellowship one with another,
and the blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth us from all
sin.' ' Whosoever believeth that Jesus is the Christ,
is born of God.' ' God so loved the world that He
gave His only begotten Son that whosoever be-
lieveth on Him should not perish, but have ever-
lasting life.' " The voice ceased. Colonel Preston
covered his eyes with his hand as he listened, not
to man's arguments, but to the simple words'
from the Bible. In the silence that followed the
COLONEL PRESTON'S VICTORY. 157
cessation of the speaker's voice, he removed his
hand and quietly said : " I do beheve in God,
and that Jesus Christ is His Son."
" ' He tliat beheveth hath everlasting life/ and
' he that believeth on the Son of God hath the wit-
ness in himself/ " said James Haydock, thankfully
watching the dawning of light.
" That is surely true, and I think the witness
is sjDeaking in me," said the colonel, " Thank God
you ever came to camp, Mr. Haydock ; nothing
ever impressed me as your absolute faith has done ;
it gave me confidence in you and showed a power
somewhere that I did not understand. It was worth
all the preaching in the world, and now you have
given me rest ; the doubt is gone. God has been
wonderfully good to me." He stopped speaking
and lay quietly looking away through the tent
door to the distant hills ; there was no particular
evidence of emotion in his acceptance of the truth,
but a great peace overspread his face, show^ing
the reality of the change. At this moment the
doctor came in and walking up to the bedside of
the wounded man, laid his hand on his pulse ;
the colonel looked at him inquiringly.
" Am I any better, doctor ? I don't suffer."
158 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" No, you may not suffer at all, but you are
The doctor was a blunt, though a kind-
hearted man ; feeling strongly he often concealed
the feeling under an off-hand manner; he stood a
few minutes looking down at the colonel, who
presently looked up and smiled.
"Are you all right?" suddenly asked the
" Aye, all right," was the quick response, " two
hours ago I was not all right, but God sent this
man, I truly believe, to me, and through him light
has broken into my heart at last ; I never dreamed
of seeing so clearly. I can die now, though I
would like to live to tell others what has been told
" I thought you looked differently from when
I saw you this morning. The change was pretty
quick." The doctor spoke a trifle doubtfully.
" You think it is a death-bed conversion ? No
wonder. I don't know how to tell you the reality
of it. I never can, but what I can tell you is, it
does not take a man long to grasp a good thing
when he sees it plainl}^, and God heljDed me to see
it." The eager voice failed somewhat, as he fin-
ished his sentence.
COLONEL PRESTON'S VICTORY. 159
" You must stop talking and rest ; have j^ou
had anything to eat ?" The doctor's eye wandered
round the tent in search of some one, and he looked
a little surprised as the chaplain rose from his
■dark corner and came forward.
" I will get Colonel Preston what he needs,"
he said, going out of the tent.
" I'm afraid I was rough with him this morn-
ing," the colonel said, his eyes following him, " I
must tell him so."
" Very well ; don't talk too much though, you
are not able for it."
" I want to talk while I can."
"Your face talks for you," the doctor said
shortly, " I'll come in again by and by," and he
left to go to others who needed his attention more
than the colonel. For him he knew there was no
more to be done.
All day long James Haydock stayed by his
colonel, to whom, in common with most of the reg-
iment, he felt a strong attachment. Toward the
close of the afternoon Colonel Preston fell into a
cjuiet sleep, and the Chaplain persuaded James
Haydock to go and lie down in his own tent.
" It is close by, I will call you when he wakes,
160 THE HAYDOCKS" TESTIMONY.
and you must be very weary." Thus urged, James
Haydock consented to leave the sick bed, for in-
deed he was nearly exhausted. In about two
hours a touch on his arm aroused him.
" Will you come ?" were the only words the
chaplain said, and he followed silently to the col-
onel's tent ; a slight smile crossed the face of Col-
onel Preston as James Haydock sat clown beside
him ; it went almost as quickly as it had come and
left a gravity that had a tinge of questioning
" The valley of death is not far away," he
said, speaking with an effort.
" It is but the valley of the shadoiu of death.
To one who sees the light of Christ shining
through, it can be only a shadow; nothing to be
" I am not afraid ; the light is clear, but the
passing seems strange," and then James Haydock
told liim, speaking slowly to the failing senses,
the story of the Alj)ine guide, who, in crossing a
dangerous peak, slipped upon the glittering snow
and fell down into a precipitous ravine ; slij)ping
and sliding over the smooth ice, he was still alive
when he reached the bottom, but how hopeless his
COLONEL PRESTON'S VICTORY. 161
situation ; only the eternal snows stretched silently
above and the blue sky looking pitilessly down
upon him. A little rivulet rippled and sang
sweetly beside him along the ravine, his only
chance of escape lay in following it ; so he follow-
ed on and on till all at once a blank wall of cruel
ice rose before him at whose base the stream sank,
seemingly, into a whirlpool and vanished. Was
all hope gone ? A pause, and then with a prayer
to God he sprang into the water and struggled
along through a cavern to emerge in a moment on
a green meadow covered with the most beautiful
Alpine flowers. Like death, it was but a passage
to a brighter world. Colonel Preston listened, but
his face seemed to ask for something more, and in
the waning light, James Haydock repeated the
" ' This is the victory that overcometh the
world, even our faith ; ' " and again, " ' He that
believeth on me shall not jDerish, but shall have
everlasting life.' "
Low and clearly fell the sentences from the
speaker's lips, telling of the certainty of everlast-
ing life ; the spirit passing looked out calmly and
expectantly from the deep and earnest eyes that
162 THE HA YD OCRS' TESTIMONY.
suddenly brightened, and as suddenly failed and
grew dark. He was gone.
The chaplain who had been standing near
the head of the cot, stooped forward and closed
the lids, when he saw that all was over.
" Through death unto life," he said, as James
Haydock having risen, both men stood together
beside the dead. Straightening the limbs lovingly,
they turned to leave the tent, the chaplain to see
about rendering the last necessary services to his
colonel, James Haydock to return to his place,
feeling as though his assistance was no longer
needful. The chaplain stopped him.
" Mr. Haydock, I cannot leave you to-night
without telling you how deeply grateful I am for
the lessons you have taught me to-day. I shall
never forget what you have said, and shall go on
my way to fulfil my duties to others, I hope more
earnestly and believingly than I have ever done
" The words which I have spoken were not
mine. May the Lord bless them to you — ' now the
Lord of Peace Himself give you peace always by
all means,' " was James Haydock's parting saluta-
tion as he turned away after a warm hand-clasp
COLONEL PRESTON'S VICTORY. 163
from the chaplain. Lights were still moving
about in some of the tents, but his own was dark
as he entered it and a deep depression came over
him as he leaned against the post supporting the
canvas. Colonel Preston had been a friend to him
and he felt the loss; he had heard nothing from
home ; how were all his dear ones, and would he
ever see them again ? What would be his fate in
the next battle? Would he still be protected?
Then the words concerning Daniel which he had
spoken to the chaplain in the morning rose to
comfort him and as if in confirmation of the
thought, again came faintly through the darkness,
the distant singing from the negroes' tent :
' ' My Lord delivered Daniel,
Why can't He deliver me? "
164 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
The summer wore away with its long days of
intense heat. The autumn of the last 3'ear of the
war brought its beauty of yellow leaves, purple
asters, and scarlet and orange berries to a land
that groaned under the burden of desolated
homesteads and ruined fields.
Supplies of all kinds were growing scarcer ;.
roasted peas had taken the place of coffee, sassa-
fras leaves were used for tea ; sugar, except a little
made from home grown sorghum, was hard to ob-
tain, and sold at preposterously high prices. Few
indeed of the inhabitants of the South had any
money to buy with, though cornmeal was still an
obtainable commodity, and potatoes were to be
had in some places.
Frances Haydock had availed herself of an
opportunity of purchasing a large supply of corn-
meal from a neighbor moving away from the vi-
cinity and therefore they were out of reach of ab-
DREAR V DA VS. 165
solute want, and the two heifers fortunately still
remained unimpressed by the army; they had
been brought from their distant pasture to a
nearer one and were housed at night as the cooler
autumn drew on, in an unsuspicious looking little
building behind the house. The barn w^as too
often searched by passing foragers to be a safe
shelter for the precious animals. Letters came in-
frequently and by uncertain carriers, from James
Haydock, telling his anxious friends of his cir-
cumstances. So far he had been preserved in
safety, and had even undergone no especial suffer-
ing, though he was subjected to many privations.
He was often able to do a kind deed for his fellow
soldiers, and was continually manifesting by word
and action the faith that was in him.
j\Ir. Gordon had been a kind friend to the
Haydocks during the husband's absence. Mrs.
Gordon, for many years an invalid, was failing
more and more as the straightened condition of
their circumstances told upon her, and Mr. Gor-
don was thus much needed at home. His son,
however, often rode over to the Haydock farm and
assisted in whatever way he could, the household
in which he had a particular interest.
166 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
Probably it was owing to the fact that old Mr.
Gordon was known to be a staunch Southerner,
and disabled in the service, that his son Rosco had
been permitted to remain at home. Since the con-
flict between North and South began, the young
man had pondered long and earnestly over the
position held by Friends, regarding war, and had
come to the conclusion that it was the only one
consistent with the Bible teachings. AVell aware
that his father would differ on this point, he had
not spoken at home of his convictions, but he
knew in his heart that should he be drafted into
the army, he must refuse to carry arms, even in
allegiance to his beloved South. He knew that
wars must come ; it was foretold in the Bible that
as long as the world lasted in its present condition,
there would be destructive conflicts. But he also
saw clearly that many evils were prophesied in
the same manner, and that the fact of their being
inevitable did not make them right. He believed
it was most distinctly the duty of every child of
God to free himself from the sin of bloodshed,
and to do all in his power to in-duce others to view
the teachings of Christ in this same light. ]\Iany
Friends had been taken from their homes in the
DREAR Y DA YS. ] 67
neighborhood where the Haydocks and Gordons
dweh, and had gone unresistingly, though re-
maining firm in their refusal to bear arms. Their
families had been left to toil on as best they might,
their horses and cows had been taken for army
use, and all means of travel being thus gone,
communication between neighbors became rarer,
and households were more isolated.
Molly often felt very lonely, and the bright
presence of Rosco Gordon was most welcome,
whenever he entered their quiet dwelling. One
morning in late October, carrying a half-filled bag
of pine cones over his shoulder, .John came run-
ning up the avenue whose fine old trees were be-
ginning to have rather a neglected look ; strag-
gling bushes were creeping in among them, and a
dead bough here and there betokened the absence
of a master's hand.
" Oh, mother ! " John cried breathlessly
" there are two companies of Northern soldiers
coming up the road, and they saw I turned in
here, and they say they must have something to
eat, and hay for their horses; see, there are the
first of them now just coming up the lane," his
rapid speech was full of excitement ; " Molly, the
heifers — "
168 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Are out at pasture ; but if these men take a
quantity of hay, what shall we do this winter ? "
" Trust in the Lord, daughter dear," said her
mother, whose quietness often calmed Molly, just
as Molly's energy frequently sustained her moth-
er's sinking heart.
Two squads of cavalry rode up before any-
thing more could be said and dismounting in the
front yard, tied their horses in rows to the sur-
rounding fence and forming into line seemingly
from force of habit, approached the house.
" Will you please give us what 3^ou have at
hand to eat ?" was the courteous demand of the
captain, as he entered the living-room without
waiting for an invitation.
" Certainly," was Frances Haydock's willing
reply. These were Union men, and therefore
friends even if soldiers. " I suppose thy men will
be content with what we have ? It is only hoe-
cakes and coffee."
" Not real coffee at that, I fancy," said the
captain with a smile. " Yes, ma'am, we will only
take what we can get ; but please be quick about
" Molly promptly set before them what food
DREAR Y DA YS. 169
they had ready, and fresh coffee was soon boiling
on the stove. Forty men were not easily satisfied,
and ]\Iolly's pans of freshly baked corn-bread
disappeared like leaves before the wind. Those
whose appetites were first appeased went to the
barn and returned with armsful of hay for the
weary horses that stood at the fence with droop-
ing heads. The heavy saddles were loosened and
the dangling stirrups clinked as the hard ridden
steeds shifted their position from one tired leg to
the other. The soldiers threw themselves down
in the sandy yard under the shade of the live oaks
and smoked leisurely as the horses ate their rather
dry provender. Some of the men lounged on the
porch steps and watched the smoke from their
pipes curl up among the Banksia roses and red
honeysuckle. The quiet premises seemed turned
into a camp. The captain had made some at-
tempt to open a conversation with Molly, address-
ing her in a polite manner enough, but the girl
feeling ill at ease had cut him short, and disap-
peared into the kitchen with a pile of plates in
her hands, leaving her mother to keep up the con-
versation. Frances Haydock supplied him with
what he needed, and at last addressed him with
170 THE HA YDOCKS" TESTIMONY.
" Do they consider at the North that the war
is likely to continue long?"
"No, ma'am," the soldier spoke decidedly,
"we think this winter will end it; the South can-
not hold out much longer, her supplies are pretty
much gone, and that is what will make 'em give
in. They've made a plucky stand, but without
money, men, or food, so to speak, they must
collapse sooner or later."
" I shall be most thankful when it is over,"
said Frances Haydock.
" No doubt ma'am ; j^ou've felt it a deal more
here than the Northerners do. Why most of the
houses we have been in round here had no car-
pets ; cut 'em all up for army blankets, and such
food as we've had to put up with through this
country! Are you a Southerner, ma'am ?"
" I was born in the South. I believe, how-
ever, in supporting the Union, but not by war."
" I don't see any other way of supporting it,
ma'am, just now," he replied, "when you're in a
sinking ship, you catch the first plank that turns
up ; do the best you can."
" Better have strengthened the ship by remov-
ing unsound wood before the peril was upon us,"
DREARY DAYS. 171
Frances Haydock replied smiling. The straight-
forward manner of the man interested her, in spite
of his rather arrogant air.
" Yes, ma'am, I agree with you ; anyone who
has really seen war does not hanker after it. We
must be moving now, thank you for the din-
ner, and good-by ; hope to see you sometime in
better condition," and bowing, he went out to get
his men together for their further march.
" I hope we shall not see him at all," re-
marked Molly to her mother, " they have taken
nearly all the hay." Through the open door they
watched the departure of the blue-coated soldiers,
soon the last figure had vanished and no trace of
them remained excej)t the trampled sand and
scattered wisps of hay.
" ]\Iother, there is nothing for supper, is
there ?" asked John, later, coming in from the
shed where he had been cutting wood to supply
'' Molly and I will soon bake some more pone
bread, if thee gets us some eggs," said his mother
cheeril}^ " We must not grudge the food to the
Union men," pushing the hair away from her
forehead and preparing for work. Molly noticed
the rather weary gesture and said,
172 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Sit down, mother, John and I will soon
have things in order."
" Yes, I'll do it all," said the boy, suddenly
remorseful for having found any fault with any-
thing, " I supj)Ose I should be glad to feed them,
but I can't abide any of them, they think they
can order you all about."
" Well, so they can. Now let us see if we can
find any eggs. Mother dear, sit down awdiile.
There, chicks, they did not get you, anyhow, did
they?" said Molly, gently driving out three half-
grown hens that were poking their heads about
under the kitchen table, their feet rattling on the
" Give them that last bit of corn-bread, INIolly,"
said John, and then they w^alked to the barn to-
" Pah, how^ the barn smells of bad tobacco,"
remarked John as they stood on the littered floor.
" It is fortunate that they did not set any-
thing on fire," returned Molly as they gathered
together the hay lying about and tossed it back
into a manger.
" jMolly, the evenings are getting very cool,"
said John as they went back to the house wnth a
DREAR Y DA YS. 173
very few eggs. " I must get in a good supply of
cones. Give me the pail now and I'll go and
milk the cows," and John departed, whistling as
he went. His troubles, though keenly felt at the
time, did not long depress his merry nature.
" Mother, how pale tliee looks ; does thy head
ache badly ?" questioned Molly, as she entered the
living room where her mother was resting in the
big chair, " won't thee go and lie down ? I have
made a little fresh hoecake and it is now baking."
" My head does ache very much this evening,
dear," her mother answered, in a rather faint
" I will make thee a cup of our good tea and
then 25ut thee to bed," said Molly, " The soldiers
have tired thee."
" Molly, he thought the war must be nearly
over," said her mother, as the girl took a little
from their store of real tea, now treasured for very
extra occasions, and proceeded quickly to make
a cup of the refreshing beverage.
" Yes, we shall soon have father back again.
Now does not this tea smell good ?"
" Very, my daughter," but Molly was fright-
ened to see a tear roll down her mother's white
174 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
cheek ; the long strain was wearing Frances Hay-
dock more than she knew.
"Thank thee; now I will go to my room,"
she said, and Molly assisted her mother to undress
and lay her aching head down to rest.
John soon came in and seeing Molly's de-
pressed look, lit the fire, talking brightly all the
wdiile, heaping on fuel till the flames leaj^ed gayly
up the chimney, and the melting turj)entine on
the cones dropped into the blaze, sending a resin-
ous odor through the room.
" jNIolly, come have some supper, do, I'm hun-
gry," and Molly came to the table whereon John
had set the hoecake and milk.
"I'm going to boil two eggs, right here on
the coals, I think our hens are really splendid
to lay so many," and John set a little saucepan
on some j^ine cones which, being an unsubstantial
foundation, presently upset the utensil with its
contents on to the wide hearth,
" The eggs are done anyhow," said John,
" now eat them both, Molly," but she made him
take one, and then went to see if her mother was
sleeping; as she entered the chamber, Frances
Haydock moved restlessly and opened her eyes.
DREAR V DA YS. 175
" Molly, give me some of that anodyne please,
I cannot get to sleep." IMolly administered the
narcotic and then sat beside her mother till her
face grew calm and she fell quietly asleep. As
the girl came from the chamber, closing the door
gently, John rolled over from his favorite resting-
place before the fire.
" Molly, I'm going to bed ; I want to get up
early to-morrow and do a big day's work with the
cones, so good-night."
" Good-night, dear," and the maiden was left
alone in the large room into whose shady corners
the firelight threw only a fitful illumination. Be-
fore long a familiar step sounded on the porch,
breaking in on her sad musings, and the light
knock was almost simultaneous with the opening
of the door to Rosco Gordon.
"I am so glad to see you to-night," was
Molly's greeting as she came forward, putting
away her sorrowful meditations.
" And I to come," replied the young man, sit-
ting down on a low stool and leaning back against
one of the jambs of the high mantle-piece.
" How is Mrs. Haydock to-night?" he asked
looking up at her.
176 THE HA YD OCXS' TESTIMONY.
" Oh, so tired," said Molly, sitting down again,
in the deep, high-backed rocking chair. She told
him of all that had happened that day, of their
numerous visitors, and the inroad made upon the
winter's stock of hay.
" It is only the result of a state of war and
cannot be avoided," he remarked. " I am glad
you were not annoyed by any rougher behavior.
It is a lonely position for you all. Miss INIolly. I
wish I was able to protect you."
The color heightened a little on Molly's
cheek, for there was a longing in Rosco Gordon's
tone that made his remark almost personal.
" I am glad you are as near neighbors as you
are," she said, " we should feel desolate indeed
" Have I told you that I have come to hold
your father's belief about war ? " said the young
man, breaking the pause following Molly's last re-
mark. He glanced at her, his hazel eyes shining
in the firelight.
" No, have you ? " she said, " Oh, Mr. Gordon,
it may bring a heavy burden on you ; are you
able to bear it?"
" I think I am. After all, nothing 2:)rom2)ted
DREAR V DA YS. 177
by love for a dear Master can be counted a bur-
den." He turned from her, looking thoughtfully
into the fire.
" Speaking of burdens," he said, " did you
ever hear the little German legend of the birds
and their wings ? "
" Please tell it to me," said Molly ; and he
told her how the fable ran that when the birds
were created they were made with soft and gor-
geous plumage, but without wings ; then as they
hopped about lightly on the grass, the Creator
made a number of wings and laid them before the
birds, telling them to take up these burdens He
had given, and bear them for Him. Each little
bird lifted two wings, content to carry the load the
Master gave ; soon however the wings grew fast on
the shoulders, and that which had seemed but an
incumbrance raised and bore the bird upward
toward a freer heaven. "And now I must go,"
said Rosco, rising as he ended his legend, while
Molly looked up at him, her eyes tender with the
beauty of the story he had told her. " I had a
summons to-day to join the army, and must leave
to-morrow evening, I suppose," he spoke abruptly.
" Oh, must you go, too ? " exclaimed Molly,
178 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY,
clasping her hands in distress, " what will come
" Do you care much ? " he asked.
" Of course I care," she said, " we all care,"
she added, looking not at him, but into the glow-
ing mass of coals.
" Is it selfish to be glad that you do care ? "
said he. " I think I shall come back again and
then — " He left the sentence unfinished and
silently shaking hands turned toward the door ;
she followed and they stood on the porch together,
" I will not say good-by now ; I will see you
in the morning."
" It is not good-by," she rejolied in a low
" No, it is not ; God willing," he answered and
lifting his hat, he mounted his horse and was
quickly lost in the obscurity of the avenue. Mol-
ly stood listening to the hoof-beats dying away in
the distance ; an owl, looking unnaturally big in
the faint light of the young moon, floated noise-
lessly from the roof over her head and lighted on
the large live-oak at the corner of the house ; she
could see it standing amid the tiny green fern that
clothed the trunk of the tree far up to the branches ;
DREAR Y DA YS. 179
the gray moss hung motionless from the spreading
boughs. She felt unutterably lonely, her father
gone and Rosco going ; she would not acknowl-
edge to herself that the last would be the greater
loss. As she stood absorbed in sad thoughts, a
sudden light round the corner of the house star-
tled her and she ran down the steps to see whence
it came ; hastening to the side of the yard she saw
the barn was in a blaze of fire, the flames seeming
to have gained hopeless headway. What should
she do? There was absolutely nothing to do.
The building must have been burning on the in-
side for some time. Fortunately a scarcely per-
ceptible breeze carried the sparks away from the
house. Should she rouse her mother ? She could
do nothing and was sleeping away her weary
headache ; Molly did not want to wake her, and
John slept the profound sleep of boyhood in the
dark loft on the other side of the house. Molly
shivered with nervous excitement as she leaned on
the fence watching with fascinated eyes the burn-
ing hay whirled aloft in the current of air created
by the flames. The owl, alarmed by the light,
with a low uneven cry left the tree it was sitting
on and winged its way into a denser shade.
180 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" The house is not in danger," was her one
thought ; presently she heard a horse come gallop-
ing u]) the avenue and knew that Rosco Gordon
had seen the light and returned. Her figure was
clearly visible in the intense glare and Gordon
was quickly beside her; together they watched
the blazing building.
" The soldiers probably dropped some coals
from their pipes there this morning," was his first
remark. " It must have been smouldering a long
"I suppose so," Molly's voice trembled and
she said no more.
" Miss Haydock, won't you go into the house ?
You ought not to stand here in the night air,"
said Rosco anxiously, seeing how she shivered.
" It is not that," she replied, her lips hardly
forming the words, *' but everything seems to come
together." He drew her hand within his arm and
gradually her tremor passed away as they silently
gazed at the hopeless destruction of the old barn.
The framework shone like bars of red-hot iron
against the white light within as the billows of
flame rolled up amid the heavy smoke.
" I saw the light almost as soon as I passed
DREAR V DA YS. 181
beyond the oaks. I am only thankful your house
is not in danger."
" Indeed, yes," said Molly, speaking more like
herself again. "Ah, see, there goes the last of the
rafters ! " and in truth, beam after beam fell in,
and in less time than one could imagine, the
building had been consumed and nothing but a
dull glow showed where the old barn that Molly
had loved to ramble over when a child, had stood.
" It is gone," she said, making a motion to
withdraw her hand, but Rosco still kept it on his
arm as he led her to the house.
" I -wall go and see that nothing else is likely
to take fire, and come and tell you," he said, as he
opened the door for her to enter.
" Thank you," she re23lied, simply, going
toward the fireplace where the embers still shone
in red rifts out through the white crust forming
" It is all right," said Rosco cheerily, return-
ing in a few minutes from his tour of inspection,
" the wood-pile is too far off* to catch, and every-
thing else is burned. I'm thankful you and the
house are left." Molly did not answer, and after
looking at the girl's drooping figure a moment he
182 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
went to her side and put his arm round her waist,
she did not move away from him.
" Molly, I had not meant to speak before I
went, but I cannot help it — ." What else was said
only the old clock heard, as it ticked solemnly on,
for the words were spoken very low in Molly's ear.
All we know is that half an hour afterward the
light and color had returned to her face, and she
sang a bit of an old song as she banked up the
fire after Rosco Gordon left for the second time
IVEL D ON JAIL. 183
Early tlie next morning Rosco Gordon rode
over to Frances Haydock's to say good-by ; he sup-
posed the soldiers might come for him any time
during the day and wanted to make sure of an
uninterrupted hour with Molly before the home
partings were gone through. Frances Haydock
did not seem to be as much disturbed over the loss
of the barn as her daughter had feared. When a
great anxiety fills one's life, smaller things make
no imj)ression, and having been sjDared the actual
sight of the burning, she simply accepted the oc-
currence as inevitable, and not to be thought of
again. Grief over the conscription of R-osco Gor-
don predominated in her mind over any loss of
" If thee should see my husband, Rosco," she
said, holding in her own the hand of the young
friend who had grown so near to them in the past
troubled months, " ask him, if possible, to make
184 THE HA YD OCRS' TESTIMONY.
his way North. There is surely no obhgation on
him to remain with trooj^s bent on destroying the
Union to which he is so loyal, and I should feel
truly thankful if I knew he were with our children
in the Northern States."
" I will tell him if I see him, dear Mrs. Hay-
dock, but the chances are scarcely one in a hun-
" I know," she said sadly, " but it might hap-
" I hope it will," he replied, " and now I must
go. Good-b}^," and he raised the still fair hand of
the Quakeress to his lij^s, lovingly, as a son might
do. It was an unusual salute for one of these un-
demonstrative people to receive, and it rather dis-
turbed Frances Haydock's calm demeanor.
" Farewell," she said, " and may the Master
keep thee as in the hollow of His hand," The
young man turned to Molly : " Will you walk
down the lane with me a little way, ]\Iiss Hay-
dock ?" he asked.
She assented by taking up her hat, and with
a hearty ' Good-by, old fellow, take good care of
them all," to John, the youth and maiden walked
slowly along the winding avenue through whose
WELDON JAIL. 185
thinning foliage the autumn sun shot many a
faint ray. John looked after them.
" Take good care of you, indeed," he said in-
dignantly, " does he think I won't do that any-
how ? I care a heap more for you all than he does,
I reckon ; don't I, mother ?" receiving no answer
he looked at his mother and gaining a new intel-
ligence from a rather surprised, yet comprehend-
ing expression on her countenance, he ejaculated
with enlightened understanding:
" Oh, t\iat\ the matter, is it ? ]\Iaybe he does
care more for Molly than I do after all. I'll for-
give him if that's the case, for he really will make
a jolly brother-in-law. That's why he was so extra
affectionate to thee, wasn't it. I wouldn't kiss
peoj^le b}^ proxy, though;" then another ray of
light striking across his inexperienced mind, he
suddenly sat down in the box containing the pine
cones, and remarked:
"Molly didn't seem to object to walking
down the road with him, so may be all the kissing
won't be done by proxy after all." His mother
could not help laughing at the boy's comical as-
tonishment, and yet the affair had taken her by
surprise also ; not that it need have done so, she
186 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
thought, as she looked back over their years of
intercourse, and increased intimacy in these latter
months. She loved Eosco with a warm affection
and could not regret the turn matters had taken,
" And yet, oh, that the child may not have to
suffer," was her thought, the terrible condition of
the country being ever present to her mind. Molly
soon returned looking brighter than might have
been expected after the parting, but hope is strong
in young breasts and Eosco was sure he would be
back before very long. We may give thanks for
the blessing of hope; even if unfulfilled, how
many weary hours does it carry us through.
John observed his sister critically as she ran up
the porch steps.
"Molly, thee should not walk so fast, thy
cheeks are very red, and thy hair is quite ravelled
out," was his grave comment.
" What do boys know about ravellings ? The
wind blew my hair all about," was her answer.
" There isn't any wind," he re23lied, " and
where is thy hat ?" Molly turned and looked at
" Thee will get turpentine on thy pantaloons
if thee sits on those cones, and I don't want to
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clean them," returned his sister laughing as she
went into the house.
" Where is that hat ?" shouted the boy after
" Bless me, where is it ?" Molly felt for it at
her neck where it often hung by the strings, but
it was not there, neither did it seem to be on the
" Shall I look for it at the end of the avenue ?"
provokingly whispered her brother over her shoul-
der, as he followed her into the kitchen.
" No, I will get it myself," she said, suddenly
catching his curls in both hands and shaking him
till he cried for mercy —
" Enough, enough, oh, let me go, I will never
say another word, and will be just as fond of Ros.
Gordon as possible. Where has she gone now ?
I thought that would please her," he exclaimed
in an injured tone, for Molly had fled into her
own room and left him alone.
"Well, girls are certainly curious," he re-
marked to himself as he went into the back shed
to inspect a squirrel he had lately picked up in
the swamp. It had fallen and broken its leg,
and, although John had shot many of these little
188 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
animals for food, when an injured one came into
liis hands he could not help bringing it home to
cure and tame it, both of which processes it seemed
to appreciate fully.
In following the fortunes of Rosco Gordon we
will not go into any more detail than that suffi-
cient to make our readers understand the feeling
which animated these earnest supporters of the
Christian spirit of love and peace ; a spirit too
long ignored by the churches professing to uphold
the j)riiiciples of Christ in every respect. Now
that the most learned Bishop of the Established
Church in England has taken up the standard of
Peace, those ministers of the Gospel who laugh at
"Quaker doctrine" may well look into their
own hearts and see what they are doing to pre-
pare men for the reign of the Prince of Peace.
What we would like to show in this story of
the civil war, is that those who walked in the
light of Christ's teachings willingly suffered for
their principles, and were not mistaken in their
Rosco Gordon was sent first to Raleigh, and
from thence to Weldon, where he was summoned
at once to drill, with a warning of his liability to be
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shot if he decUned to obey orders. He steadily re-
fused to bear arms, and was in consequence placed
in close confinement in a room with three other
men whom he found to be prisoners of war, cap-
tured some months before and daily hoping for
an exchange that would send them back to their
It did not take Rosco very long to make ac-
quaintance with his new companions.
" May I ask what you are here for ?" said one
of the three men, a young officer, to him soon,
after Rosco had been placed among them. '* You
are a Southerner, I think ?"
" I am a Southerner, and a Christian ; and
believing from the bottom of my heart that Chris-
tians should not fight, I am here for disobedience
to the order to bear arms." The officer looked at
him curiously, pausing in his slow walk up and
down the room.
" Why do you think Christians should not
fight?" he asked, "I am from Boston and have
seen a good many people, but I never met any one
before who held those views."
Gordon smiled at the unconscious assumption^
190 777^ HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" I think there are those who hold these views
even in Boston."
" What do you ground them on ? Will you
tell me, if you do not mind?" He stopped his
steady promenade and sat down on the bed beside
Gordon. " Some of the rest of you gentlemen can
take a turn now, we can't all walk at once, and
yet we do need exercise in this cramped hole."
" Thank you, Warren ; don't put your long
legs out too far then, you're not on the Harvard
campus ; I don't want to fall over you, and a fel-
low can't get around much in this sized apart-
ment," replied a tall fair-haired man, getting up
promptly and beginning a regular tramj), tramp,
over the bare floor. " I was raised in the west,
and these accomodations seem rather limited."
"Are the houses in the west bigger than
anywhere else, Logan ?" asked a little black-eyed
fellow stretched on an adjoining bed, for chairs
were scarce in these quarters.
" Judging from the size of this, I should say
they were. Oh, I'd like to have a look at our old
" Don't stretch your arms out that way, Lo-
gan ; you will lift the roof off."
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" I wish I could ! Anything to get out of this
weary, weary confinement."
" Don't think about it," said Lieutenant War-
ren. " Talk of something else, Mr. Gordon — I
think you said that was your name ? — will you
tell me what 3^our views are and what you found
them upon ?"
" Certainly, if you care to listen ; tell me
though when you are tired."
" We are tired all the time ; it is only finding
a new way of being tired that refreshes us," re-
plied Warren, sitting up on the bed and leaning
against the wall.
And now let me say that if the reader wishes
to skip a discussion the like of which might have
been heard many a time and oft in these little
prison rooms, he is entirely welcome to do so.
'' Of course, if you are willing to endanger
your life for Christ's teachings, you must believe
in tlie divine authority of His words ? " began the
" That seems to be a logical deduction," re-
plied Gordon, smiling.
" I am a Unitarian," was the next rather ir-
relevant remark of Warren's, " I don't know that
192 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
I quite admit the authority of the Bible on all
points. I certainly do not accept the doctrine of
the atonement, though I do believe in God. It
seems to me we must ' work out our own salvation
in fear and trembling.' "
" Do you quote that as a rule to live by ? "
" Yes ; I think we might take that as one of
" Do you agree to the verse immediately pre-
ceding it ? "
" What is it ? I don't remember."
" ' Remember,' that's a good one," said the lit-
tle black -eyed fellow, 8otto voce.
" ' That every tongue should confess that Jesus
Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father,' "
quoted Gordon, taking no notice of the remark
made by the young fellow whom his comrade
called " Cully."
" No, I don't think we could say that," re-
turned young AVarren.
" Will you tell me how you distinguish be-
tween the authority of two verses in such close
juxtaposition?" asked Gordon. "Would you, in
studying law, resj^ect a book in which you would
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take one clause as sound and throw over the one
next to it as a fanciful saying ? "
" No, certainly not," said the lieutenant.
"Then why should you do it with the Bible ? "
" There are so many different interpretations
of the Bible, it would seem as if God could not
have inspired it," was the lieutenant's rather evas-
ive answer ; then he added, " one of our clergymen
has said, ' Once settle the undoubted authenticity
of the Bible, and Evangelical Christianity is
" Most people have tried to settle it by inter-
pretation instead of authentication, which is im-
possible, I think. Only facts can settle anything,
and by facts alone can the Bible be authenticated."
" It seems to me," said AVarren, " that if the
Bible is ever authenticated it must be in the same
way that as other documents, by something out-
side of itself To prove the validity of a docu-
ment by its own contents is like trying to identify
a man by his own testimony."
"Kuenen says, 'The Hebrew religion is just
one of the great religions of the world, no less, but
no more,' " remarked Logan, bringing his tall fig-
ure to a stop before the two speakers.
194 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Do 3^ou believe that," asked Gordon. " One
of our famous New England writers says the same
thing, but it seems to me the moral condition of
the countries professing the other religions is an-
swer enough to such a statement, if the writers
are not wilfully l)lind."
" I didn't say I believed it," said Logan, be-
ginning his perambulations again, " if any other
fellow wants to walk, just let me know and I'll
" Thank you, it gives me enough exercise just
to see you go," remarked Cully.
" Stop chaffing, boys," said Lieutenant War-
ren, " I want to hear Gordon talk ; he seems to
know how, and if he can convince me the Bible
is what it pretends to be, I shall be honestly glad."
" Our noble lieutenant has spoken," replied
" I can give you proofs, I think," said Rosco
Gordon. " I do not know whether I can make you
believe ; a man may be shown a bridge over an
abyss, but unless he believes it will bear his weight
he will never cross to the other side."
"All right, show us your bridge, maybe it will
WELDON JAIL. 195
" It bears me," was Gordon's earnest reply.
"Aye, maybe to death," said Logan.
" ' He is able to save to the uttermost,' " said
"Tell me why you believe the Bible?" asked
Lieutenant Warren, breaking the pause that fol-
lowed Gordon's last response.
" If a document be authenticated, it must be
done by establishing its facts and not by any in-
terpretation of its teaching. All the philosophies
of men must fall when they come into conflict
with a single fact. How the fall of an apple des-
troyed the philosophy man had been building for
years and years ! "
" That's fair so far, but, now for your facts,"
" In support of what I have been saying,"
Gordon went on, " take an illustration near home.
The Declaration of Independence, unsupported by
evidence outside of the instrument itself, is no
evidence really that on July 4, 1776, the founders
of this republic adopted that instrument. One
ma}' make the historical statement, but its truth
cannot be proved by the instrument alone. But
don't you see that the whole American nation is
196 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY,
witness to the fact ? Does not our very existence,
our national celebration of the Fourth of July, tlio
perpetuation of the festival from generation to
generation, furnish the best possible proofs to the
fact that the Declaration was made ?"
" One can but admit a proof brought in that
way," said Warren.
" Now apply the same reasoning to the writ-
ings of Moses. Are they not the constitution and
statutes of a nation, — a nation still in existence,
preserved (as it was stated in his time that they
should be) in violation of every known law of
nature ? The Jews have been scattered all over
the world, allowed no citizenship for the first
thirteen hundred years of the Christian era;
neither were they permitted to hold property for
that time; a fact also foretold. Their former
habits and pastoral occuj)ations were broken w^.
It was prophesied they should deal in gold and
silver and costly apparel. Look at them now, still
engaged as money lenders and trading in ready-
made clothing." A smile passed over the faces
of his hearers, as Rosco Gordon stopped a moment.
" The parallel is certainly an allowable one,"'
said Lieutenant Warren.
WELDON JAIL. 197
" And now," Gordon continued, " after two
thousand years of this world-wide dispersion,
wherever you meet them you still see them eating
the Feast of the Passover in commemoration of
their flight out of Egypt."
" How do you knoAv, however, that God told
Moses to do the thing he did?" asked Warren,
" Do you suppose he told Moses how to write the
" I suppose He did," was Gordon's prompt
reply, " No other government had ever been in-
stituted like it ; the sole idea of government at that
time was kingly. That of Moses was a republic,
and that of our own is curiously like it. I believe
no other government but his and ours will allow
naturalization of foreigners ; they also refuse, as
we do, to let an alien occupy the principal posi-
tion in the government. In the old law^s at New
Haven there is a record ' that not having any
laws of our own at present, we will be governed
by those of Moses.' "
" Where did you go to college, Gordon, may I
ask ?" said Warren.
" I had three years at Yale."
" Well, I did not mean to interrupt you. Do
198 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
you think human testimony could establish the
facts that Moses really did the wonderful acts re-
corded of him ?"
" If human testimony can be taken at all as
evidence, I should suppose it did evince it here.
A whole nation gave evidence, set up monuments,
and better than all perhaps, has involuntarily
carried out the prophesies made concerning it.
But I cannot tell you half the evidences, study it
" I will," said Lieutenant Warren, " if ever I
get out of this den. Such experiences as one has
in war, makes a man want to know what his faith
in a future existence is founded on."
" Have you ever read the Bible through,
Lieutenant?" asked Logan, who had ceased his
walk and stretched himself out on his bed.
" No, I can't say I have."
" Better begin now ; I dare say Gordon has
one," suggested Cully.
" If it would make me as happy as he looks
I don't know but what I would," responded the
" Moses' laws are essentially in advance of
some of ours," said Gordon, going back to his
WELDON JAIL. 199
subject. " Blackstoiie says that ' some of our laws
are still pagan.' "
"But why do people interpret the Bible so
differently? It seems to me to invalidate its
testimony," said Warren.
" Do you think the American Constitution is
invalidated because the North and vSouth gave it
different interpretations?" asked Gordon.
" No indeed," exclaimed Warren, "the grand
old government is as good as ever."
" Yet the Southerners, many of them, hon-
estly believe they have the right, under its laws,
to secede ; they have interpreted the writings dif-
ferently," replied Gordon.
" And made an awful lot of trouble," said
" So has the other," said Gordon, " and the
trouble is not nearly over yet."
" What do you think of the resurrection of
Christ? Of course if He rose. He must be more
than a man," asked Warren, starting a new sub-
ject of discussion.
" There is the evidence of twelve men to rest
it upon, eleven of whom were his bosom friends,
and all but one died in the attestation of the Di-
vinity of Christ and His resurrection."
200 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" They had been taught to look for His resur-
rection ; might they not have been deceived ?"
suggested the lieutenant.
" On the contrary, they really looked for it so
little, that it was hard to make them believe it at
all when He did rise. They had not taken His
words as really meaning anything, did not really
believe Him as much as the old officials did who
set a seal upon the tomb. The apostles gave up
the whole thing when He died, and went away
sorrowfully, saying : ' We trusted that it had been
He which should have redeemed Israel.' That
He was not in the tomb when Mary went there,
the guard of a hundred soldiers testified, and were
bribed to hold their tongues. They believed He
had risen. What other fact so testified to would
not be accepted by the whole world ? "
" When a new hieroglyphic was found in
Assyria some years ago," remarked Logan, " four
men were set to decipher it, and when they had
all given translations that agreed with one another
it was taken to be the right thing. By such testi-
mony are facts taken."
" Men often die for their opinions," said War-
ren, following out his own thoughts.
WELD ON JAIL. 201
" The apostles had no opinion about it ; they
did not testify to an opinion, but to a fact," re-
" Certainly to a belief that it was a fact," re-
plied the lieutenant. Gordon went on, bringing
up another point as testimony.
" What country has ever advanced to such
civilization as those holding the Christian relig-
ion? The Chinese discovered gunpowder and
have never used it except in firecrackers; they
discovered the magnet, and never has a junk of
theirs crossed the sea unless it was towed by a
Christian ship. For two thousand years, except a
country has had Christianity introduced into it,
no progress has been made. And even those who
deny Christ in Christian lands, live so in the light
reflected from His teachings that they catch a
good deal of it and think it comes from them-
" Some people say that man is God's revela-
tion," remarked Warren, half to himself.
"And this revelation has produced but one
perfect man in eighteen hundred years, according
to their own showing."
" Then you don't think God will accept us for
202 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
our own good intentions, and our efforts to do
right?" querried Warren.
" It makes very little difference what I think,"
rej)lied Gordon, " it is what the Bible teaches,
and if you can show me that the preponderance
of its testimony is to that effect, I shall be sur-
prised. Salvation is everywhere spoken of in the
Bible as a ' gift,' something that cannot be earned.
' The gijt of God is eternal life,' ' not as was
the offence, so is also the jree gijV, and so on all
" ' Not by works of righteousness which we
have done, but according to His mercy He saved
us,' and again, ' for by grace are ye saved through
faith, not of works lest any man should boast,' "
came in Logan's voice from the other side of the
room ; Cully sat up.
"Are you a preacher ? Often been on a cir-
cuit?" he asked.
" I might be a better man than I am if that
had been my profession," was the calm response,
" Go on, Gordon, tell us some more."
" The whole New Testament is tuned to the
key of redemption, and if a man can gain his own
immunity from sin he needs no redemption."
WELDON JAIL. 203
" Don't you think the world is growing bet-
ter?" asked Lieutenant Warren.
"I certainly do think it is in many ways;
never at any time have there been as many edu-
cational advantages, never as many sensible ways
of ameliorating the condition of the lower classes.
Men of culture and intellect spend large portions
of their time in finding out how best to deal with
social problems, and living in the radiance of a
Christian civilization they forget where the light
comes from. They think that it comes from a high
cultivation, but its true sources of life are obscured
and forgotten if not dead in them. There is in
South America a beautiful moss that fastens itself
upon a live, vigorous tree, gradually covering it
with an exquisite velvety green growth, but by the
time the tree is enveloped in this moss the chance
of a better life is gone, for the tree is practically
dead. The name of this moss is ' Matabe,' mean-
" You don't despise culture ? " asked Warren.
" No, no, indeed ; don't misunderstand me
that way. We need all we can get ; every faculty
we have ought to be brought to its highest per-
fection ; all the beauty we can gather around us.
204 THE HA YD OCRS' TESTIMONY.
all the grace and charm we can exert, the Master
wants us to use it all in bringing souls into His
kingdom. "When we meet Him we do not want
to enter His presence empty handed; don't we
always want to take something to one we love?
His work is going to be done in the world, it is
surely our loss if we are left out."
" I believe in appealing to a man's sense of
self-respect to induce him to act rightly," said the
" So do I, when he has any. Do you remem-
ber where Hawthorne makes one of his characters
say almost precisely what you have just said?
And the answer given to this man of the moral-
reform hobby is, 'just wait till you have committed
some great crime and see what a condition your
moral perceptions are in.' But I have talked too
long and very likely made you wdsh you had not
started me. Logan, sing us a song, won't you ? "
"What will you have?" responded the big
Westerner. " I'd rather hear you talk."
" ' Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are march-
ing,'" suggested Cully.
" Not that," interfered Warren, " it partakes
too much of a satire."
WELDON JAIL. 205
"All right; then 'Good-night, farewell, my
own sweetheart,' or ' The girl I left behind me,'
ah, that touches Gordon ! " continued Cully, quick
to see the shade that darkened the bright hazel
eye of the young Southerner, " Cheer up old fel-
low, you'll see her again."
"Don't tease, Cully," said Warren, "there
comes the stuff they call supper."
206 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
The next morning, just before the hour for
drill, two soldiers entered the room where Gordon
was lodged with his three friends, for by this time
they merited that name, and briefly saying : " You
are wanted," signified to Gordon that he was to go
with them. His three companions glanced at
each other apprehensivel}^ ; Rosco rose to his feet
and shaking hands with them, simply said :
*' Good-b}^, fellows, I may see you all again,
and — I may not."
They remained silent a moment looking at
the door which closed upon him and then Cully,
as usual, was the first to break the silence.
" What do you suppose they mean to do with
him?"" he asked.
" Make him drill, and if he refuses, shoot
him," was Logan's rather grim reply.
" They won't make him drill," said Warren.
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" I never saw a face in which so much sweetness
and determination were combined,"
" Look, look, there he is ! " exclaimed Cully,
from the little window where he had stationed
himself, they could overlook the parade-ground,
though from too great a distance to hear easily
what was going on. There stood the soldiers, in
faded gray uniforms, formed in line ready for the
morning's exercise. Gordon stood a little in front
of the line opi30site the captain, a big, burly Ger-
man, much rougher than a native-born Southerner
would have been. Warren, Logan and Cully,
watching with strained attention from their win-
dow, saw the captain hold out a musket to Gordon,
apparently ordering him to take it. Gordon made
no motion to obey, evidently from his gesture of
dissent he was refusing.
"Oh, why won't he take it?" exclaimed
Cully, " what a fool he is."
" He is no fool, nor a muflf either," said Logan.
" His favorite Hawthorne says, ' The greatest
obstacle to being heroic is the doubt whether one
may not be going to prove one's self a fool ; the
truest heroism is to resist that doubt.' Gordon has
passed the doubting period," said Warren, looking
208 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
out across the bare field at the troops, " he is more
of a hero tlian any man I ever met, and I can do
nothing to help him in this emergency," the last
words escaping him almost like an unconscious
moan as he turned from the window and restlessly
paced up and down the room.
" Oh, Warren, they have tied his arms behind
him and stood him by himself," cried Cully again.
" Confound them all," ejaculated Logan, leav-
ing the window and then going back, sickened by
the apprehension of seeing a murder and yet too
facinated to stay away. Erect and graceful stood
the slight young figure ; no sign of fear or shrink-
ing did they see, no movement even when the six
men were called out' from the ranks and ordered
to level their rifles at him, only a look upward
and apparently a motion of the lips, but the men
did not fire ; after an instant's hesitation every one
let the muzzle of his weapon fall to the ground.
The captain stamped and with angry gesture or-
dered them again to fire on the solitary figure with
its indefinable attitude of waiting. Cully covered
his face and shivered, listening for the shots.
" Why do7\!t they fire," he exclaimed, " it is
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" By jove, they M'on't !" exclaimed Logan, as
again the Southern soldiers lowered their muskets
and stood still. The captain in a rage pulled out
his pistol and aimed it at one of the six men, it
missed fire and he flung it on the ground, com-
manding them to shoot in so furious a voice that
the angry tones reached the ears of our three
watching friends. Two of the men raised their
rifles for the third time, but suddenly threw them
down and turning rejoined the ranks, followed by
the other four men. An irrepressible cheer broke
from the little window where the three Northerners
stood and Gordon turned his head in their direc-
tion, evidently recognizing the sympathy ex-
pressed. Two soldiers then went up and led Gor-
don away to the rear of the barracks, and the cap-
tain sulkingly gave orders to go on with the drill.
" He'll see the girl he left behind him, yet,"
exclaimed Cully, cutting a pigeon wing. " It is
lucky our guard has gone to breakfast, or they'd
make us pay for our hurrah."
" Be still, Cully, how you do go on !" said
Warren, who could not as easily throw off the
feeling of horror at the scene he had just wit-
210 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" He is safe this time, but we do not know
what will happen next."
" The ]\Iaster he serves is no weak one," said
Logan's deliberate voice; " 'he is abundantly able
to save.' "
"And Gordon seems to trust Him entirely.
Seeing such faith as his ; believing, j^et not igno-
rant, or perhaps believing because not igno-
rant, is more convincing than all the theories or
arguments in the world," and Warren resumed
his thoughtful walk up and down his narrow
None of the three ever saw Rosco Gordon
again for he was kej^t in separate confinement till
sent to another regiment. So our lives meet, and
run beside each other a little space, and separate
again ; and whether we have used our oj)portuni-
ties for good or evil may never be known on this
side of Heaven.
Instances of the kind related in these chapters
occurred over and over again in the experience
of Friends during the war. The men refused to
carry out the orders of their captains, saying they
could not shoot or maltreat such unresisting men
as these Quakers, who would uphold their princi-
UNDER FIRE. 211
pies even unto giving up of life. The officers
would not perpetrate cruelties themselves which
yet they ordered their men to inflict, and though
at times some Friends did suffer, yet they were
marvellously preserved. But why do we say ' mar-
vellously ?' For has He not promised ? And is
He not able to perform? Others were shot for
disobedience to orders, but no Quaker lost his life.
Not knowing what to do with these men who con-
scientiously refused to obey orders, the officers
were glad to transfer them from regiment to regi-
ment, preferring to put the responsibility on some
one else, who- in his turn would pass it on again. In
this M^ay it happened that Rosco Gordon was sent
to the regiment to which James Haydock had
been ordered when he was taken away from
Petersburg, soon after the events described in our
It was on the eve of a battle that Rosco ar-
rived in camp with the fresh reinforcements sent
to strengthen the Southern army against the
Northern battalions, now closing in fast around
them. A few months more would see the end of
the long struggle. Rosco had been left very much
to himself since we saw him last, as the colonel
212 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
of his regiment was too busy to attend to him, and
besides he did not care to come into conflict with
the wilUng, active young fellow who was always
ready to do a good turn for every one. The morn-
ing after he arrived in camp, a soldier he knew
called to him.
" Rec'on there's one of j'-our kind in that tent
there. I was loafing round last night, and caught
sight of him."
Gordon immediately went to the tent indi-
cated. He saw a tall figure lying on a blanket
and approached with a pleasant " Good-morn-
" Rosco Gordon, surely," was the quick excla-
mation as James Haj^dock sprang to his feet.
" Oh, Mr. Haydock, how glad, how very glad,
I am to see you ; how I liave hoped to find you,"
the older man was holding his hand and gazing
intently at him.
" They are all well at home," went on Rosco,
seeing he could not speak. " Sit down, ]\Ir. Hay-
dock, you do not look well ; you have had a weary
time of it, haven't you ?"
" It has been hard to bear at times, but the
Lord has never forsaken, and many a time has
UNDER FIRE. 213
enabled me to be of use to others. How did thee
get here, and not in uniform ?"
" I am here for the same reasons you are, Mr.
Hay dock, and on account of those reasons do not
bear arms," said the young man, smihng.
"What about thy father? Does he think
with thee ?" asked James Haydock, with no evi-
dence of surprise.
" Oh, he does not agree with me entirely and
is making every effort to raise the wherewithal for
the Exemption tax. I objected, but of course I
cannot control his actions. Poor father, it was
very hard to leave him and harder to know how
he felt about not having money enough to pay
" Thee said all my family were well and not
suffering?" James Ha3^dock asked, his thoughts
returning to those he loved best.
" All well, and with enough to eat and to
wear ; John as merry as a cricket ; Mrs. Haydock
naturally very anxious about you, but keeping up
a brave heart. I wish you were with her," he
added, noting how much grayer the dark hair
had become, how thin the brown cheek was, and
how deep the hollows about the dark blue eyes.
214 THE HA YD OCXS' TESTIMONY.
A sudden fear took possession of him that the hard
life was telling sorely on the strength of James
Haydock, and that he might not be able to bear
it much longer. " Oh, if he can only live to get
home !" was the prayer that rose in his heart.
" I wish so indeed," said James Haydock, in
answer to Rosco's last remark.
" Mr. Haydock, why don't you go North, if
you can get through ?" asked Gordon.
" Run away," queried the older man.
" There is no running away about it," said
Gordon. " You believe in and uphold the Union \
you are with troops who don't think as you do^
and why are you bound to stay with wdiat you
consider the wrong side ? Your health is failing ;
are you doing any good to your country staying
here ? Will you not do more in saving yourself
to build uj) the country after the war is over ?"
" I have thought that perhaps my time with
the army was over," replied James Haydock.
" But I do not like going to live in quiet in the
North, while my family is suffering privation in
the old home."
" Your family would be only too glad to know
you were safe ; it would take away their heaviest
UNDER FIRE. 215
burden," and he told him of what Frances Hay-
dock had said, adding " no man is bound to throw
his life away unless the Lord clearly shows it is
His will. Do you think He wants you to stay
here yet ?"
" No, I do not ; there has been lately a
pointing in the other direction. If I could get to
the North and send down supplies for those suffer-
ing at home, I believe it would be right to do so."
He sat in deep thought which Rosco did not dis-
turb, knowing liow the Quakers trusted to the
leading of the Spirit, and how careful they were
to do nothing important unless they felt that
Outside, in the camp all was bustle and con-
fusion ; in one little tent there was silence and an
earnest seeking for God's leading. Upon this
silence broke the heavy sound of cannon, fol-
lowed by the scream and bursting of shells ; the
battle had begun. Presently a corporal looked
into their tent, saying,
" Every man to his company ; if you don't go
I'll have you sent for, shortly," and he disap-
peared. Four other soldiers came in a few min-
utes and our friends were separated and placed in
216 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
different parts of the field. From his place near
the front Rosco Gordon saw through the smoke
and cloud of the conflict, a tall figure which he
at once recognized, walk deliberately out from the
Confederate ranks and quietly cross the field amid
the rain of bullets. Gordon held his breath, his
heart one prayer to God. A momentary cessation
seemed to come in the quick volleys, and before
they began again the familiar form had reached
unhurt the Federal side, passed to the rear of the
crowding troops, and Rosco Gordon knew that
James Hay dock was in all human probability be-
yond the reach of further danger.
But the Quakers were misunderstood in some
parts of the north as well as in the south, and
James Haydock was sent to Fort Delaware as
prisoner of war. He was detained there some
time till the authorities in Washington were noti-
fied of his imprisonment, when he was promptl}^
released and allowed to join his children in Phila-
delphia, some of whom had already gone to Nor-
folk to obtain tidings from their parents, or if
possible to get through the lines to aid them.
This was not practicable, however, until after
Richmond had fallen.
More monotonous now than ever were the
days to Molly and her mother. ]\Ir. Gordon
brought them word that his wife was very ill,
seeming to have prolonged spells of weakness
which were hard to relieve.
" She worries after Rosco all the time, we do
miss him so much," he said one day. " Miss
Molly, you miss his help too, don't 3'ou ? Have
you plenty of wood ? There always seems to be a
" Yes, thank j^ou, we have a good supply of
wood. Father always kept some piled up to dry,
and then for small wood and cones, John and I go
to the swamp, where there are quantities."
" Is it not a good way to go ? " asked the old
gentleman, laying his hand on the girl's head.
" Oh no, I like the walk and it keeps me busy ;
it is not good to stay at home and think too much."
. 218 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
"No, that it is not ; but think about Rosco,
won't you, and pray he may get home safely," he
said wistfully, " I have a deal of faith in your and .
your mother's prayers."
" That is not a hard thing to do, Mr. Gordon,"
said Molly softly, a faint blush stealing over her
cheek ; he smiled at her, having some understand-
ing of how matters were and yet not knowing
quite what had passed between " the young folks.'^
But the smile was rather sad, and faded away en-
tirely as he turned to Frances Haydock.
" Could you come over and sj)end the night
with Mrs. Gordon, do you think ? It is a good
deal to ask, I know, Mrs. Ha3'dock, but you do
seem to comfort her so much and she longs for a
woman about. Rosco was just like a daughter in
some ways, and yet a fine manly fellow too."
" Molly, would thee be afraid to stay alone
with John," said Frances Haydock, turning to her
" No, indeed, mother, no one will hurt us and
there is certainly nothing to attract burglars."
" I think I might leave them, and if it is any
comfort to thy dear wife, I am more than willing
" Can you ride pillion, madam ? I might
have brought the buggy, but it is so rickety. My
horse is quiet enough, he doesn't get any corn
now-a-days, poor fellow, to frisk on."
" I have ridden double before," said Frances
Haydock, smiling a little as the recollection of
her early days came back to her mind. So Mr.
Gordon carried the sweet-faced Quakeress slowly
on his horse along the avenue, and many a visit
did she make afterward in like manner, taking
comfort and peace to the weary heart of poor Mrs.
" Molly, come take a walk, I want something
to do, and the squirrel will do nothing but sleep,'*
" He is making up for last night," replied
Molly, " He raced up and down the old clock and
dropped chestnuts about till I thought he would
never grow tired. I swept up a regular little heap
of the shells this morning."
" The carvings on the clock make a good lad-
der for him. Did thee see what a jolly little nest
he has made on the top of the clock between those
two clover leaf things that curve over toward
each other ? "
220 THE HA YD OCXS' TESTIMONY.
" No, has he ? " said Molly looking up at the
dark scroll-work surmounting the broad-faced
moon that kept smiling watch over the slow tick-
ing hours. " It is fortunate our clock winds at
the back instead of the top, as many do."
" Yes," said John, " bunny might interfere
with the works in that case."
" Let us take thy wagon and bring home some
light wood ; ours is giving out." John had con-
cocted a marvellous wagon some three feet long
and two wide, and set it on four still more re-
markable wheels, whose broad tires were planned
with a view to easy going over the sandy roads.
It held quite a quantity of cones or bits of light
wood, and was much less fatiguing than a bag
slung over the shoulder. INIolly crossed a red
cashmere shawl over her breast, knotting it be-
hind, and covering her dusky hair with a blue
riding cap, pronounced herself ready for a tramp.
" Did thee find that red thing in the chest up-
stairs? " asked her brother, surveying her approv-
ingly. "Thee looks like a vivandiere;" and in
truth the dark blue and red suited Molly's hair
and eyes remarkably well. A keen November
wind was blowing as they walked rapidly along
the road to the swamp, and Molly's cheeks were
as rosy as her brother's when they reached the
spot, quite a mile in from the entrance to the
tangled morass, where they found the light wood
in greatest abundance.
In some of the many marches of the different
armies through this region, fires had been kindled,
and large tracts of timber burnt along the road ;
the blackened tree-trunks, rising dismally from
the cinder-covered ground, gave a look of indes-
cribable dreariness to the scene. The fire which
swept over this desolate country had, however, left
the cypress boles untouched, and they gleamed
like white spectres amid the blasted vegetation
that stretched as far as eye could reach.
The days were growing frosty, A glaze of
ice was even now forming upon many of the little
pools, shooting clear needle-like crystals over the
motionless black water. All the summer birds
had gone south, and nothing stirred in the swamp
except a black turkey-buzzard slowly flapping
its way along the canal. It perched on a
crooked tree not far from where Molly and John
stood and watched them askance. Molly shud-
222 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
''Come John, hurry and fill the wagon, I
don't like this place, it is lonely."
" It is not remarkably cheerful," answered her
brother, " especially on a cloudy afternoon." He
went quickl,y to work with his sister and they
soon filled the little Avagon to overflowing.
" Now that's enough. Hey, oh look, there
comes some darkies, or rather they don't come,
they are standing still, let's go and see what is the
matter? " said John. The group of negroes indi-
cated were gathered around some object that lay
on the ground a few yards distant. On going
nearer, Molly saw that a little boy about ten years
old was stretched along the roadside seemingly too
weak to go any further ; the older ones regarded
him with much perplexity.
" Is he sick ? " asked John, addressing an old
man whose shaggy gray brows almost hid the lit-
tle black eyes beneath them,
" Yes sail, he be bery sick, an' what to do fo'
it, sah, is pas' my compre'nsion. Spec' sum 'un
ought'er tote 'im, but it ain't bery easy fur to do
dat, an' none on us air mighty strong now." He
shivered in the cool wind.
John did not think they were very strong, in-
deed; three women, this old man and the boy
formed the httle party going to " de Norf," as they
" Who does he belong to ? " asked Molly,
" Don't 'long to nobody, missus ; bofe his fader
an' modder lef 'im mo' dan a year back," replied
one of the women, " an' I tuk care on 'im, an' 'e
was allers a 'bliging little pickaninny, dat I will
say fo' 'im, but I tink 'e dun fo' now."
" He's dun walked 'long right bravely," said
the old man, speaking again, " but de fever's tuk
'im an I reckon 'e's a dyin'," The little fellow lay
quietly, only putting one thin hand under his
pinched cheek as if the road felt hard ; the pecul-
iar ashy gray tint that comes to a sick negro had
spread over his small visage and the black eyes
looked dull ; he showed no wish to move, except
when the buzzard flapped its wings once or twice,
as if intending flight, and then settled down again
on its black perch. A look of apprehension crept
into the boy's eyes as he saw the ugly bird and he
tried to say something.
" What is it," said Molly stooping over him
to catch the faint words.
" Don' let 'im git at me 'fo' I die."
224 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Molly's eyes filled with tears as she turned
to her brother, who, understanding her unspoken
thought, impulsively tipped the wood out of his
" Bless you," he said, *' he shan't get you,
dead or alive; we'll take you home with us."
Molly nodded and John brought the wagon close-
to the boy.
" May we take him home ? " she said to one
of the women.
" May de Lawd bless yo'; it's a mighty kind
thing to do now. Jingo, will yo' go wid de young
Missis ? "
Jingo slowly brought his failing eyes round
to Molly, and whispered, " Yes."
Molly untwisted her red shawl, spread it
in the wagon, and the old man laid the child
gently upon it. John took off his jacket and
covered the little fellow.
" Oh, don' do dat, you will all take col'," re-
monstrated the woman. John laughed. " Exer-
cise will keep us warm, and he needs it more than
" Did you call him Jingo ?" said Molly.
" Yes, missis, he dun call his se'f dat. Good-
bye, Jingo, I trus' de Lawcl will make yo' well bye
un bye," and the woman stroked the curly hair
off the hot forehead.
" Come, John, it is getting dark and cold •
good-bye, uncle," Molly said to the old man as she
" Good-bye, good-bye, God bless yo'."
" I wonder where they will sleep to-night ?"
said John looking back at the group of tired rag-
ged negroes bearing their scanty parcels of food
and clothing with them. They walked slowly
along the gray road, on and on, beside the dark
sluggish canal creeping between interminable
miles of blackened and ruined trees. The buz-
zard rose and flew slowly away into the gathering-
shadows. Poor souls ! many of them found the
north cold and forbidding, and quite devoid of the
glorious halo with which their fancy had sur-
Moll}'" and John walked homeward as fast as
their load permitted, Jingo lay very still curled
up in the wagon ; John thought he was asleep, but
when he stooped for a closer view the dull eyes
met his with a little more intelligence in them
than John had seen before.
226 THE HA YD OCA'S' TESTIMONY.
"Are you comfortable, Jingo ?" he asked. The
parched httle Hj)s formed the word, " Yes," but so
weakly that John and Molly 'Nvere thankful when
they reached the house. Twilight had closed
around them and Molly was shivering a little in
sjoite of the active exercise she had taken.
John carried the waif in and j^laced him on
a thick comfortable that Molly laid before the
fireplace. A match was applied to the jjile of
cones, and soon there was a crackling fire, which
Molly found most cheering with its dancing light.
''He looks like a cone himself," remarked
John surveying Jingo as he laid him down, " one
of those long gray ones, doesn't he ?" Molly put
a cushion under the limp little head,
" Does that feel good. Jingo ?" she asked.
" Yes," and the mite stretched his limbs out
feebly. Molly smiled.
" That stretch is a good sign ; there is life in
him 3^et. Now I'll warm some milk for him."
" Molly, I'll sleep on the settee to-night and
watch him and keep up the fire," said John, much
interested in their new acquisition, " he seems so
comfortable where he is, don't thee think we had
better leave him there ?"
" I think we will ; look, he is going to sleep,"
and indeed the warm milk and soft bed had much
refreshed the weak, weary little frame, and sleep
soon wrapped him in its kindly influences. Morn-
ing found him much better ; and plenty of hoe-
cake and milk with judicious doses of quinine for
a few days set Jingo on his feet again so that he
soon became a source of amusement to the family,
out-rivalling even the squirrel.
One afternoon about three weeks after Jingo
had become a member of the Haydock family,
Molly was in the kitchen mixing the bannock for
supper. Jingo sat on the floor near the stove
watching her movements with interest.
" Jingo," she said, " can't you find me two or
three more eggs in the barn ?"
"Cracky, Miss Molly, but you scared me
speakin' so onexpected, I was jess a feedin' dis
yere greedy squirrel with ches'nuts an' now look,
he's dun grabbed 'em all," and Jingo looked re-
gretfully at a very big chestnut that Bunny was
twisting and turning with the rapidity of a pres-
tidigitateur, in his little pink claws.
" You wanted that one yourself, didn't you,
Jingo ?" asked Molly, laughing. " I wonder how
228 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
many the squirrel has gotten anyway ? Come^
go look for the eggs."
" Sartain," said Jingo, turning a summerset
out of the kitchen door. The squirrel, startled by
the sudden movement, stuffed the big nut in his
cheek and scrambled up a branch of burning
bush that ornamented the dresser. In a second
or two Jingo returned, poi:)i3ing his head into the
doorway with the anxious questions :
" Do yere tink dat old hen's safe ?"
"Safe? Why isn't she safe?" asked Molly,
turning to look at the boy.
" Safe to lay, I fancy he means," remarked
John coming in at that minute, " is that it,
" No, sah," answered Jingo, solemnly, " When
I histed her tail feadders up yesterday to 'quire
as to whedder she dun lay any eggs, she didn't
'predate de pint an' 'cipitated herse'f into my
face, screamin' nuff to brung all de sodgers right
down 'pon us. I 'clare I was so s'prised I jess sot
plum down on a heap o' hay."
" And staj'^ed there a half an hour, I don't
doubt," said Molly. " Jingo, if you don't get me
some eggs right away, you shall not have any
corncake for supper."
" Oh, my gracious, Miss Molly, yer won't say
dat !" and the small black figure vanished before
John had time to throw after him the cone he had
picked up for that purpose. John laughed and
" Jingo is getting spoiled, Molly."
" Well, we'll unspoil him sometime ; he is
young enough to be improved."
Mrs. Haydock just then entered the kitchen.
" Molly, here are two soldiers wanting some-
thing to eat," she said.
" Oh, dear, good-bye to my nice corn-bread.
I have one beautiful panful just baked, and the
eggs gave out for the rest ."
" Hush, don't even suggest we have eggs,"
said John, "they will want our hens next; are
they blue coats or gray, mother ?"
" Gray," said his mother, taking the pan of
golden brown corn-bread, and putting part of it
on a plate which she carried into the living room.
John took in the pot of chicory coffee, and a little
pitcher of milk.
" We may as well get it over and let them
go," he remarked, making a wry face. Molly fol-
lowed to keep him in order.
230 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Milk, eh ?" said one of the men, " You must
have a cow about, she'll be just the thing to carry
back to our men ; after supper we'll go get her.
Old, is she?"
John looked despairingly at Molly, whose
face had about as much expression in it as a snow
image. No answer was returned to the men by
any of the family, and presently John rose and
was going softly out, when the bigger of the two
" No, 5"ou don't ; just sit still, will you ? You
shan't go and sneak that cow away where we
can't find her. Don't any of you leave this room
till we have searched the premises," and he drew
his pistol out and laid it beside him. Jingo's
small figure appeared just then at the kitchen
door holding up a white egg in each little black
hand ; luckily the soldiers were facing the other
way and neither saw him, or Molly's swift warn-
ing gesture to him not to speak ; comprehending
the whole situation at a glance, the black sprite
cut a noiseless pigeon wing and vanished as
silently as he had come. The men w^ere leisurely
in eating their supper, the lookers-on thought they
would never finish and yet dreaded to see them
rise and go in search of the cows ; at last they
"Come, comrade, we must get that cow be-
fore it grows any darker ; you may come with us
if you Hke," he said, turning to John, who hesi-
tated and then rose, looking rather pale.
" This is the way out to the backyard, I sup-
pose," the man said, going out through the kitchen.
"Your barn's burnt down, is it? Well, such
things will happen ; oh, here's a little stable, I see,"
and he went toward it followed by John w^ho was
rather surprised to see the door open. He had en-
larged the little building in order to shelter the
fodder they were able to collect from trampled
fields of corn, and Mr. Gordon had given them a
little hay. The men now proceeded to inspect the
rather rickety structure.
" Come now, where do you keep the cows,"
asked the man, roughly.
" If you have any eyes, you can't help seeing
them," returned John, hotly.
" I don't see any nevertheless, there is nothing
here but broken halters tied to the crib." Much
puzzled, John went in and lifted the ends of the
ropes, he gazed around the stable, certainly no
animals were there.
232 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" I know no more about it than you do," he
said, quietly turning to the men.
" You look like you mean what you say," re-
plied the man after looking at him a moment.
" Well, fortune has favored you this time ; your
cows are saved for the next fellow that comes
along, but our men will go supperless to bed un-
less some other of the foragers are more suc-
" It is a poor country to forage in," returned
John, his good humor restored by the absence of
" You say true," returned the smaller of the
men, " we don't wish to clean out the peoples'
stock, but our men must have supplies."
" It seems we don't get any here ; those cows
may be miles away if they break their halters and
clear out like that ; it is too dark to go after them
now," and rather sulkily the man marched around
the house and down the road followed by his com-
panion, who, however, stopped to thank John for
" I reckon your mother wouldn't care to see
us again," he remarked, smiling.
" I don't suppose she would," returned John.
He ran into the house, noticing casually as he
passed, that a heap of brush piled up against the
back of the house to dry, had tumbled down
across the door which opened into a slanting pas-
sage running into the cellar. The ground at the
back of the house fell away from the front eleva-
tion and quite a quantity of the brush had fallen,
blocking the entrance completely.
" I must put it Up again to-morrow," he
thought, and then bursting into the house, ex-
" Mother, the cows are gone."
" The men have taken them ?" she asked, a
little surprised at his tone.
" No, no, I mean they have run away, they
were not in the stable."
"Not in the stable," cried ISIolly, "but
how" — the cellar door opening into the living
room quietly unlatched at this instant and the
small black countenance of Jingo peered cau-
" Dem men gone ?" he inquired, taking a sur-
vey of the room, and advancing into it as he saw
no strangers were there.
•' They are gone. Jingo," said John.
234 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Didn't get de cows, did dey ?"
"Did you let them out?" exclaimed John, a
light breaking in on his mind, " you deserve a
silver medal, Jingo, indeed you do ; but how far
did you drive them ?"
" Didn't drive 'em far, Massa John ; dey's in
de sullar, tought dey's cotch cold bein' out all
night," said the boy, going to the fire.
" Why you're all wet, Jingo," said Molly, "just
"Spec' I am, Miss Molly; Massa John did
tell me part of de 'lantic ocean run troo de sullar,
but I didn't honestly 'blieve him an' so I tumbled
in. Goin' to 'blieve ebery single ting he tell me
after dis." Jingo always had had rather a hor-
ror of the dark cellar, which John encouraged,
fearing he might be tempted to help himself to
the milk which was kept there ; so he had never
been in it before ; taking this horror into account,
it was all the more laudable of Jingo to venture
in to save the heifers.
" Well, I suppose I had better get the cows
out now, Did you put all that brush over the
cellar door too. Jingo ?"
" Yes, sah, it was mighty hard creepin' troo
to get de cows after dat, but I was so afeared dey
would holler 'less some one was dere to talk to
" Jingo, you're a treasure," said Molly. " Come
now and get dried, you shall have a bit of sugar
to-night," for a little, a very little lump sugar was
still kept by Frances Haydock for great emer-
gencies, like this.
236 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
THE AVAK CLOUD LIFTS.
As the short winter days set in and many a
cold storm of rain kept Molly from the walks that
were such a relief to her anxious thoughts, the
girl lost a little of the bright energy that had
stood her in such good stead through this long
time of trial. Nothing had been heard from
either her father or Rosco Gordon for many
weeks. From time to time accounts came to
them of friends who had suffered more or less
severely for their adherence to their peace princi-
jDles. The families left at home were feeling the
increased scarcity of provisions, and some, though
unequal to the task, were compelled to walk eight
or ten miles to the nearest town to get the rations
served out to those who were in actual want.
Corn-meal and potatoes still held out in Friend
Haydock's dwelling, but it was monotonous
fare. The discouraged hens, only two of which
remained, gave ujd laying, probably hoping for
THE WAR CLOUD LIFTS. 237
better things in the spring, and although Molly
did all she could for them, it was a pair of very
hopeless looking chickens that sat with drooping
tails on the top of the stalls when Molly went to
milk the heifers. The supply of milk was visibly
lessening, but Molly was thankful for what bless-
ings they had and would occasionally share their
meagre store with some neighbor more poverty
stricken than themselves.
Mrs. Gordon continued very ill, and became
every day more anxious about her son, for although
Mr. Gordon had succeeded in getting the money
for the Exemption tax and had sent it to Rich-
mond, Rosco had been exchanged into so many
different regiments that it was difficult to find
him, and as the Northern army pressed closer to
Richmond, official service in that beautiful capital
became more and more hurried and confused.
Thus it came to pass that Mr. Gordon's efforts to
procure his son's release seemed destined to be un-
successful, and the chilling fear grew upon the
father's mind that he might be too late, that
already the bright form he loved so well might be
filling an unmarked grave. This afternoon, late
in December, INIoUy felt unusually depressed ; it
238 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
had rained in torrents all day, and the irregular
monotonous trickling of the water down the gut-
ter on the porch roof was almost exasperating to
Molly's despondent mood. She stood by the win-
dow in the little alcove where her father had been
wont to sit, and looked out over the beaten sand
of the yard. Bunny perched discontentedly on
the top of the old carved chair and let his long-
tail hang straight down ; the rainy weather did
not j)lease him at all, and j^erhaps, he missed his
long winter naps, for it did not seem worth while
to go to bed for several months when the air was
nice and warm about him and nuts were plenty
in the box under the table whenever he chose to
go for them. It was a different social atmosphere
from that to which he was accustomed, and who
shall say whether it suited him or not ?
Frances Haydock was sitting before the fire
reading from some old volume. The spinning-
wheel stood idle, for the spinning was all done,
there was no more material to be obtained. All
the cloth Frances Haydock could spare had been
given to her poorer neighbors. Molly's wardrobe
had grown so limited that one day she opened the
old chest in the attic, and finding a partly worn
THE WAR CLOUD LIFTS. 239
dark red velvet dress, she fitted its rather scanty
proportions to her slender figure.
" Father's ancestors must have been fond of
red," she remarked to her mother, the day she
brought this gown down stairs.
" They were not of our Society always," was
the mother's response. " Indeed I think if I re-
member rightly, that his grandfather joined the
Friends from convincement."
" Well, the color will not do me any harm,
will it, mother? I mean does thee object to it?"
" No, indeed, my daughter ; it is well thee has
it to wear," said her mother, smiling and sighing
together ; so Molly wore the old red velvet and
John gave it his valuable approval.
The drops continued to fall and the big logs
in the fire-place burned quietly ; presently Molly
broke the silence.
" Mother, here is Mr. Gordon coming up the
lane ; he has rigged up the old buggy. It must
be something unusual to make him turn out on
such a day as this. I wonder if he has heard
anything of Rosco ? "
Was he the bearer of evil tidings? .She ran
out on the porch.
240 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
" Is anything the matter, Mr. Gordon ? It is
a rainy day to come out," she spoke cheerily in
spite of her fears.
" Mrs. Gordon is much worse to-day," he re-
phed, getting cautiously out of the rickety vehicle.
It made Molly sad to see how he had aged in the
last two or three months ; he came up the steps
" I was almost afraid to leave Mrs. Gordon,
even for an hour, though there is an old darky i-n
the house, but she did so long for Mrs. Haydock
that I had to come over. Shall I carry you back
with me ? " he asked.
" Willingly ; I will be ready in a minute. I
wish I could be of some real good to her," she
said as she went to her room for wraps. Molly
watched the horse's drooping head with the rain-
drops running down the wet mane and dropping
on to the ground.
" Have you heard anything from your son ? "
she asked presently.
'' Nothing, nothing," he replied, " I begin to
fear I never shall — " his voice choked, and he
covered his eyes with his hand.
" No, no, don't, Mr. Gordon, we shall surely
THE WAR CLOUD LIFTS. 241
hear something soon," said the girl, though her
sweet tones shook a little, as she thought how the
genial old man was changed by his long and
" I am ready to start now," said Frances Hay-
dock, returning with her light, swift step.
" I can never thank you half enough for be-
ing willing to come, ma'am," said Mr. Gordon,
taking her hand and leading her down the steps
with true Southern courtesy. Carefully he tucked
her in, and Molly watched the crazy old carriage
as it went slowly down the road and disappeared
through the gray vista of dripping trees.
" Miss Molly, whar all de watah in yere sullar
come from ? " asked Jingo, as Moll}'' seated herself
on a low stool in front of the fire.
"A sj)ring opened there, Jingo, after the house
was built, and grandfather laid some pipes to let
the water run out into the garden, don't you
know the place ? "
" Yes'm. Den dar's no danger o' dis yere
storm swellin' de tide ? " the sprite queried.
" Oh no, did you think the water would come
up here and drown us all out ? "
" Did'n know, watah is mos' onaccountable
242 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
'ting 'cassionabl}' , but I feel a heap better now you
telied me dat ; Jingo don't like gittin' wet," and
the little restless figure began a series of antics
which much disturbed the squirrel, who rather
seemed to class Jingo with the monkeys ; he had
not studied Darwin, and therefore had drawn his
conclusions from practical observations. It may,
however, be doubted whether, had he known the
theories of that most ingenious and wonderful
man, the little quadruped would have believed in
the survival of the fittest as, from the safe refuge
of Molly's lap, he watched Jingo cutting pigeon
" Molly, the kitchen roof is leaking," said
John, as he came in from that room. I have put
a bucket to catch the drops. Don't tumble over
it when you go out there. And Jingo, don't you
fall in ; you'll get drowned."
" No, deedy, sah. Jingo ruther be dirty all de
days, dan git inter a pail."
" I believe you would," replied John, pulling
the boy's wool gently.
Supper was over, and John had gone to bed,
professing that he was so tired doing nothing that
he could not keep his eyes open. Molly knew,
THE WAR CLOUD LIFTS. 243
however, that he had been sawing wood all day.
Jingo had been carrying in the pieces intended
for kindling, piling them up behind the kitchen
stove ; he remained rather long behind its ample
shelter on one trip and John stepped in to see
what was occupying him. He was carefully rais-
ing a complicated structure of sticks laid across
" Dat de Tow'r ob Babel, Massa John," said
the absorbed architect, looking up at John and
quite unconscious that he was spending his time
in an improper manner.
" You won't reach Heaven in that fashion,
Jingo ; especially if you idle away your time when
you should be working."
" Don spec' to reach Heben dis yere way no-
how, Massa. 'Dose folks didn't, if I 'member cor-
recly, dey got dere moufs all mingled togeder an'
'dat made such gran' confusion dey couldn't wuk.
Now it's all finish," and Jingo gave a sudden jump
that demolished the whole structure as his toe
caught the end of the bottom stick. He surveyed
the fall gravely.
" Reckon I'd better go wuk agin."
" I reckon so too," laughed John, " and leave
your Bible lessons till another time."
244 THE HA YDOCKS- TESTIMONY.
Jingo's share of the work seemed to have
tired him as well as his young master ; he had
also retired to his small cot and the bright little
eyes were closed in sleep when Molly went to look
at him, after John had gone upstairs.
" How different he looks from the first time I
saw him ; dear me, John has sifted a lot of saw-
dust into his little black head ; what a tiresome
boy," she said, then going to the w^ood-box she
took several large cones from it and returned to
the living-room. She put two or three on the
glowing logs and watched them burn and grow
red-hot, still partially keeping their shaj)e. How
unutterably lonely it was ! Yet had her thoughts
been cheerful she might have enjoyed the fire-
light, dancing, quivering, throwing uncertain and
fantastic figures on walls and ceiling, waving now
here, now there, as if they were alive. The con-
stant drip, drip of the rain outside made Molly
nervous as she sat in the old-fashioned rocking
chair, and, listening to the regular dropping of the
water into the bucket in the kitchen, she fancied
it like the steady knocking of a small finger;,
almost metallic was the ring of that perpetually
falling drop into the accumulated water, and.
THE WAR CLOUD LIFTS. 245
INFolly found herself counting the slow intervals
between each splash as it fell. Why didn't it
As if feeling the influence of the long rain,
the brook whose faint trickling in the cellar was
scarcely noticeable at common times, sounded
])lainly to-night, whispering the fancy that
shadowy people were holding high carnival in the
darkness below, while outside the rising night
wind did nothing in its uncertain sighing to quiet
her excited imagination or lull her strained nerves
to rest. The clock ticked louder than she had ever
heard it before, and the squirrel sat upright on its
carved top, watching her with intent intelligent
eyes, showing no disposition to come down to be
petted as usual, but wearing, as it seemed to her,
an uncanny expression of expectancy. ]\Iolly
arose and drew the curtains closer. The dark
corners of the room frightened her. Why should
she feel as if intangible beings were all around ?
She turned suddenly, fancying something touched
" How absurd this is ; I shall wake John up
to keep me company," she said aloud, but her
voice sounded strangely to herself and seemed to
246 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
awake echoes through the silent room. Surely
that was the tramp of horses' hoofs ! Some one
was riding fast along the avenue ; was the door
locked ? She thought not, and sprang to fasten it
fearing unwelcome visitors, but the horse had
stopped close to the house and she knew the step
that hastily crossed the porch floor. Flinging the
door open wide and caring not for the rain that
blew in her face with sudden gusts, she felt her
lover's arms about her and knew that one, at
least, of her prayers was answered.
" When did you come ? Have you seen your
mother?" were her first questions, as soon as she
recovered her breath.
" Just arrived an hour ago ; yes, I stopped at
home to tell mother I was all right, and she was
good enough to let me come right over here."
"She wdll get well now," said Molly. Her
face was marvellously bright after the sadness of
a few minutes ago.
" She cheered up wonderfully during the half
hour I was there," said Rosco, " so I am going to
stay over here to-night if you can put me up;
your mother seemed rather relieved at the idea."
"Yes, she does not like to leave us alone,
THE WAR CLOUD LIFTS. 247
though she has spent several nights with Mrs.
" It is good to get back, oh, how good !" said
Rosco, " But I must leave you long enough to get
my horse under shelter, it still rains."
" Take John's lantern, the little stable behind
the house will hold him, and the cows will be
glad of more company," said Molly.
"Gladder than you are? You don't say
much to me, ]\Iolly," said the young man, with a
gleam of his hazel eyes, as he took the lantern
from her hand.
" Ah, I can't say half — " she answered, " I
thought you would never come."
When Rosco returned from stabling his horse
he thought he had never seen a lovelier picture
than the flickering firelight showed him. The
bright flame§ lit up Molly's slight figure clad in
the picturesque old velvet, and, as she turned
to meet him, the joy that flashed over her glow-
ing face was enough to satisfy the most ardent
lover's expectations ; he thought no more for the
time of his past trial, nor did she hear the dreary
"Oh, if you only knew how I have longed
248 THE HA YDOCJCS TESTIMONY.
for this, Molly. Once I thought I should never
see you again."
" The worst was not allowed to come, Rosco,"
replied the girl as they stood together before the
fire. T^ie squirrel took observations from its ele-
vated perch, and seeing that neither of the other
occupants of the room showed any signs of retir-
ing, concluded it was not worth while to wait and
curling its tail over its nose was soon fast asleep. .
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THE OLD MEETING HOUSE AGAIN.
Very glad and thankful was Frances Hay-
dock to see Rosco Gordon once more and to learn
that her beloved husband had been able to get
through to the Union lines, and also to know that
he had not suffered as much as many of the other
Friends who had been impressed into the army.
Weary and worn he might be, that was but the
common lot of those among whom he was thrown,
and no complaint was thought of on this account.
Indeed, no murmuring was ever heard from the
lips of these Quakers, even when they were
wounded and beaten for steady refusals to bear
arms. Other soldiers risked loss of life and limb
for what they believed to be their duty, why
should not the Friends take equal risk for the
Captain under whom they served, the Prince of
Peace? In following Him, however, none lost
either life or limb, though they did endure that
which perhaps was harder, the scorn and hatred
250 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
of those who, mistaking their Christianity for fear
or self-seeking, branded them as cowards and
traitors. No people have ever been more consci-
entious citizens of the United States than the
Quakers, nor more obedient to autliority which
did not conflict with what they regarded as the
higher law. As to sacrifice, the pecuniary losses
of Friends were not small. In one Quarterly
Meeting in North Carolina the destruction of their
property was estimated in official returns at ninety-
six thousand dollars in gold. Their unwillingness
to fight seemed sufficient proof to the Confederate
army that they favored the Union, and owing to
the same cause they were pointed out to the
Northern commanders as obstinate secessionists.
More than ever during the spring of 1865, were
their homes stripped of almost every comfort.
Bedding and clothing, furniture and food v/ere
either taken or destroyed ; all available animals
were carried away ; what seed had been planted
in the hoj^e of making a fresh start was involved
in the general destruction, and no more was ob-
Still Friends lived, and though Frances Hay-
dock felt the deep distress of the country she loved
THE OLD MEETING HOUSE AGAIN. 251
SO sincerely, she could not but be relieved by the
lifting of her most crushing anxiety, and daily
did she give thanks to the loving Father whose
commands they were endeavoring to obey and
who had protected them amid much danger.
Poverty has the one advantage of lessening care,
except it be a grinding poverty that makes hourly
sustenance a doubt. No horses, no cows were
left ; for the heifers had finally fallen a prey to a
body of hungry foragers, and Molly, after the first
shock, was glad, for the poor animals had been
going on very small rations for some weeks and
wore a pitifully unsatisfied look whenever she or
John went to milk them. No corn to hoe, no
garden to keep in order, made the duties of the
household remarkably light. There were pine
cones and light wood to be gathered, and John
usually took his gun with him when he made his
expeditions to the swamp, for a stray squirrel
was a not unwelcome addition to their ordinary
fare of hoe-cake and potatoes. Did I say there
were no living animals about the place? This
was incorrect, for of the two domesticated chickens,
one still remained. Its existence was owing to
the fancy it evinced for Jingo, a predeliction
252 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
warmly reciprocated by tliat individual, who,
when he found John was intending to convert
the lone fowl into a stew, begged so hard for its
life that it was granted him.
" Jingo, it eats so much cornmeal," remarked
" Laws sake, Massa John, I'll gib it a bit ob
what ever yer kin spar me. It reelly don't 'quire
haf what as dat triflin' squirrel gits." Jingo did
not like the squirrel, probably because the small
beast regarded him with an unconquerable sus-
picion, and when perched on the clock, slyly
dropped chestnut shells on to Jingo's head as he
sat at the foot of the ancient piece of furniture,
stud3dng his spelling lesson.
The dreary winter was over and spring was
in the air once more. Birds were again making
their -way from the far South and twittered mer-
rily in and about the great swamp, their gay
songs and lively darting among the trees contra-
dicting its claim to the name of "Dismal " which
described its darker attributes. Long, irregular
lines of wild ducks were seen against the soft blue
sky, and frequently John would bring home two
or more ot tliese birds that he had been able to
THE OLD MEETING HOUSE AGAIN. 253
secure as they rested in the hidden pools of tlie
swam^:), thinking themselves safe in these secret
recesses amid feathery cypresses and thick leaved
In North Carolina the ]\Iarch sunshine is
often very warm, coaxing out the tiny violets and
delicate ferns in early abundance. The Lady
Banksia rose dropped the rusty leaves that had
clung to it all winter, and displayed little sprays
and minute clusters of rose-buds, soon to blossom
into luxuriant creamy beauty. Along the edges
of the swamp the magnolias were sweet, and the
great white buds of the bay had begun to swell.
All felt the reviving influences of the lovel}'"
weather ; the winter had relaxed its hold, and
though vehicles were useless for want of horses,
those who were good pedestrians found it possible
to hold some little intercourse with their neigh-
bors. The meeting-house, unused for the greater
part of the winter, was once more opened, and the
life-giving sunshine again brightened the old
One bright Sabbath, or as Friends term it,
" First day," Rosco Gordon put their horse, which
was still allowed to remain in their possession,
254 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
into a carry-all of doubtful strength, and drove
over to Frances Hay dock's, arriving there imme-
diately after their simple breakfast.
" Mrs. Hay dock," he said, " won't you let me
carry you to meeting to-day ?"
" Thank thee, Rosco, the children and I were
thinking of walking over this morning, it is such
a beautiful day," replied the Quakeress, rising
from her green-cushioned rocking chair and lay-
ing aside the old volume from which she had
" I think you had better ride, if you do not
object, the roads are still wet in some of the low
places," said the young man, noting the sweet
repose in every line of Frances Haydock's face
and form, — a calm that is rarely seen in any Ijut
the people of this religious sect and which prob-
ably results from a long habit of absolute trust in
the higher Power, and also from their usage of
repressing all kinds of violent emotion. The very
form of Quaker worship requires considerable self-
control and this restraint has been carried so far
sometimes, as to repress healthy spiritual life.
To Rosco Gordon, with his impulsive Southern
nature, the repose he found in this Quaker family
THE OLD MEETING HOUSE AGAIN. 255
was very attractive, and its influence had much
strengthened and steadied him ; to-day the whole
feeling in the house spoke of the Sabbath, and
the clamor of conflict through the land seemed
very far away.
" Is Miss Molly about ?" he asked presently.
" She and John walked down to the meadow
behind the house to look for violets, I believe. If
thee will bring them back, I will put on my bon-
net in the meanwhile, as thee is so kind as to offer
to drive us to meeting."
" Thank you, I will soon find them," said
Rosco, walking through the kitchen and out across
the chip yard, where he tumbled over Jingo sit-
ting motionless behind the woodpile.
*' Why, Jingo, what are you doing ? I did not
know you could sit still five minutes at a time."
"Sh, sh, Massa Rosco, I'se jest a waitin' for
dis yer chicken to fin' a place to lay an ^g^ down.
Ef she kin show she aint de no 'count critter
Massa John say she be, den Jingo '11 git a bit more
hoe-cake ebery mornin' ?"
" And how much of it will you give her ?"
said Rosco, much amused at the boy's eager watch
over his chicken as she stepped cautiously about,
256 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
deliberately lifting her claws over the chips, and
peering first under one log and then under
" I'll keejD her agoin', sah, neber you fear ; she
aint kep' Jingo's feet warm all de winter to be
'giected now an' her comb's gitten' as pinky as
Miss Molly's lips, an' I plumb sartain she's agoin'
ter lay soon's she kin git quiet. Here come Miss
Molly and Massa John, reckon I'll tote her to de
barn whar she kin 'sperience som res'. She's dun
gwine to lay, shuah," and Jingo picked up his
favorite, who was regarding him with outstretched
neck and grave eye and disappeared into the barn.
Soon the old carry-all was moving down the
avenue, and its occupants enjoyed the balmy air
laden with a piny odor given forth by the young-
buds of spruce and fir.
"There was a rumor last night that Rich-
mond had fallen, Mrs. Haydock," said Rosco Gor-
don, turning to address her as she sat quietly be-
hind him ; few words had been exchanged as they
drove along, for a cast-off knapsack here, and a
broken musket there, on the side of the road, con-
tinually reminded them of the misery throughout
the land, the sorrow of bereaved families in the
THE OLD MEETING HOUSE AGAIN. 257
North, the double burden of defeat and desolation
in the South. The vivid spring sunshine and the
melting blue of the sky seemed a mockery above
the mourning of the nation.
"And if Richmond has fallen, father will
soon be back, won't he ?" exclaimed John, his boy-
ish openness proving a relief to the sudden joy m
his mother's heart. The thought of seeing her
husband once more, brought a flood of feeling too
deep to allow of words.
" Could he get through the lines as soon as
the Southern army surrenders ?" asked Molly.
" I suppose he could," returned young Gor-
don, " and I fancy no obstacle will be too great to
overcome, if getting here be at all possible."
" Oh, but it will be good to see him again,"
"Indeed it will," responded Rosco heartily,
" and then Mrs. Haydock will not want you, will
she, Molly ?" he added in a low voice, a suspicion
of mischief lighting up his eyes.
" May I lift you down ?" he continued, as he
drew the horse up to the meeting-house door,
"put your foot on the wheel, that step is hardly
safe," and the light active youth lifted the maiden
258 THE HAYDOCIOS TESTIMONY.
gently down as with a heightened color in her soft
cheek she resigned herself to his strong arm,
"Now, Mrs. Haydock, the old carriage has
brought you safely over after all," said Rosco as
he assisted her to alight.
" Yes, thank thee, Rosco ; Molly and I will go
in and John will wait for thee."
How different was the assemblage from that
which had gathered there four years ago ! Then
there had been an air of prosperous content about
the congregation wdiich sj^oke of well being and
happiness, in spite of the sober mien of the wor-
shippers. Now the gathering was smaller, the
clothing was faded, worn and of many fashions ;
the faces were somew^hat thin and pale, and what
of brightness they had once contained was now
changed to a sad, but calm endurance. Many of
the men were away and the absence of news from
them filled the hearts of their families and friends
with a wearing suspense.
Frances Haydock passed up the uncarpeted
aisle and ascending a few steps took her seat in
the gallery at the end nearest the men's side,
separated just there from the women's section by
a single bar of dark wood. Molly seated herself
THE OLD MEETING HOUSE AGAIN. 259
below with the rest of the women Friends. As
she looked up at the gallery where the ministers
sat, she could not helj) contrasting the fair face
and dignified aspect of her mother with the bent
figure and brown wrinkled face of the ancient
Friend sitting next to her ; the years had been
kind to Frances Haydock, and her loving daugh-
ter rejoiced in her sweet looks. Indeed, this bright
morning filled Molly's heart with gladness, and
as her lover took his seat on the men's side and
bent his brown head on the rail in front of him
in a different mode of worship from that observed
among Friends, she almost reproached herself for
Silence reigned within the building, and
through the windows Molly's eyes wandered to
the dull green pine trees so softly outlined against
the deep blue sky, from which the sunshine fell
in a golden flood. So quietly had the preacher
in the men's gallery arisen that his voice, falling
with its deliberate accents on the girl's ear, star-
tled her. Leaning forward with both his hands
on the polished rail in front of him, he enunci-
ated his oj^ening text :
" ' Is there any word from the Lord ? ' " In
260 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
the slight pause so often following the first sen-
tence of a Friend's sermon, the heavy door at the
opposite end of the house swung open and a tall
dignified figure entered, closed the door behind
him and walking up the middle aisle, quietly
took his seat at the head of the gallery. One look
was exchanged between husband and wife ; then
the habitual self-control reasserted itself, and they
sat outwardly unmoved as the sjDeaker proceeded
with his address. Molly had half risen, but sat
down again with clasped hands and head bent
upon them, not moving till the first speaker had
finished and taken his seat again. A moment
after, James Haydock kneeling, offered up a
thanksgiving such as had rarely been heard with-
in those old walls. It seemed to carry his hearers
very near the gates of Heaven and a deep sol-
emnity spread over the congregation as they re-
seated themselves after the closing words. The
services were short, and when it was time to break
up, instead of shaking hands with the Friend just
beside him, as was the usual habit, James Hay-
dock turned and held out both hands to his wife,
who responded with a look of such heart-felt
gladness that all words were indeed unnecessary.
THE OLD MEETING HOUSE AGAIN. 261
The eager greetings of friends after meeting were
kindly received, but as soon as courtesy permitted,
James and Frances Haydock drove homeward in
the old carryall, while the three young people
sauntered slowly after them along the sandy road,
enjoying the beauty of the sjDring vegetation and
the resinous breath of the woods.
262 THE HAYDOCKS> TESTIMONY.
WAS THE WAR NECESSARY?
" You must have seen more actual warfare
than I did, Mr. Haydock," said Rosco Gordon,
after tea, as he sat with the family on the front
porch in the soft light of early evening.
" I saw far more than I cared to," was James
Haydock's reply. " I would I could blot out from
my mind the remembrance of one battle. It had
been raging for hours across a valley, to and fro ;
the smoke hung in a thick curtain between the
hills and through it we could hear the scream of
the shells mingled with the shrieks of the wounded
and the cry of the agonized horses, all in one ter-
rible confusion. After one desperate charge of cav-
alry, the colonel of the regiment tried to gather
his men together again, and in answer to his
bugle call, more than an hundred horses wheeled
into line, but the riders that had gone with them
into that storm-cloud were not there. After the
battle was over, (and on neiiiher side was anything
WAS THE WAR NECESSARY? 263
decisive accomplished) I went down into the field
to see if there was anything I could do. It was
sickening ; heads, arms, limbs in every direction,
a mass of slaughtered humanity. I have heard
it said that those killed in battle wear a peaceful
expression, and I believe that a few hours after
death that is the case, for I have seen it myself,
but these faces of the newly slain generally bore
a look of agony unutterable. The hell they had
passed through had stamped its impress on their
features. It is a blessed thing that this awful ex-
pression does not last ; for if those who are sent
home to friends and relatives retained it long after
death it would be a fearful remembrance to those
who loved them."
"It is curious how the features do change
after death," remarked Rosco, the other listeners
" Entirely," said the older man, then after a
pause he continued. " I helped to carry one young
fellow to the hospital tent ; he was bearing his
suffering bravely, but his hands were clenched
and his hair w^et with perspiration. He asked the
doctor if he could do nothing for him, and when
told only death could relieve his pain, he turned
264 THE HA YD OCR'S' TESTIMONY.
to me with such piteous eyes, *In God's mercy
pray it may be soon/ he said, and it was soon. I
sat for an hour beside another bright boy, hardly
more than a child; he said he was the last of
three brothers and his mother was alone ; the cries
that came from the amputating tent were horrible,
for the doctors had not time to give chloroform,
or to be very gentle always, and this boy seemed
much disturbed, so I carried him down to my
own tent, which was further away. He was a
good boy, not afraid to go, but grieving about his
mother, saying, ' She gave us all up and it is
useless, for the South is getting beaten anyhow.'
He asked me to read to him and I rejDeated some
verses, then he said himself slowly :
" ' Remember now thy Creator in the days of
thy youth,' mother told me that ; I'm glad I did ; '
then his words grew indistinct and I could barely
catch the next verse or two, ' or ever the silver
cord be loosed ; ' ' mine is loosening fast,' he
opened his e3^es and looked past me out into the
darkening twilight, with that far-reaching gaze
which once seen is never forgotten ; he crossed his
hands on his breast and with a long soft breath,
was gone. I was alone in my tent."
IVAS THE WAR NECESSARY? 265
No one broke the hush that followed. Molly
was crying softly and Frances Haydock felt her
husband's hand clasp hers more closely. Pres-
ently he arose, saying :
" The evenings are still cool, shall we not go
into the house ? "
" I must go home, I think," said Rosco,
'' mother will be wanting me, though she is won-
derfully better. Good-night, Mrs. Haydock, I
cannot tell you how glad I am to see Mr. Hay-
dock back again."
" The Lord has been wonderfully good to us,"
she replied. "Praise be to His name."
"Amen," responded the young man, reverent-
ly, as he stood bare-headed under the cool sj^ring
Richmond had fallen, and James Haydock
had been one of the first to pass down through
the Great Swamp and return to his family. Find-
ing the home empty on his arrival, with the ex-
ception of Jingo, he left his hard ridden horse in
the little stable and went at once to the meeting-
house as the colored boy directed ; he could not
wait for the return of his household, and he wished
also to return thanks in unison with the rest of
266 THE HA YD OCRS' TESTIMONY.
his people for the many blessings of which he and
they had been the recipients during the past four
years. It may be stated here that although many
Christian denominations had been separated in
feeling by the bitterness of war, the Friends had
kept their brotherly love and confidence unbroken
during these years of trial. As soon as the Nor-
thern Friends knew of the suffering throughout
the Southern meetings, immediate relief was sent
down, the Secretary of War promptly giving passes
to all who were bearers of this assistance, which
we believe was the first aid sent South after the
Richmond had fallen. General Lee had sur-
rendered, and the war was practically over. Rosco
Gordon was too true a Southerner not to feel
acutely the defeat of his peoj^le, and though dimly
recognizing that their triumph would have
brought about a more disastrous state of affairs
for themselves, than their defeat, and that the
abolition of slavery was a thing much to be de-
sired, he could not but suffer keenly from the dis-
tress and humiliation that had come upon his
Moreover the cloud of conflict still hovered
WAS THE WAR NECESSARY? 267
above the section of country wherein our story has
lain. The army of General Johnson was not far
from the neighborhood of Greensboro, and Gen-
eral Sherman with his troops, lay only a day or
two's march away, demanding the surrender of the
While awaiting the answer to this demand,
that event occurred which brought almost the
deepest sorrow ever permitted to overshadow our
James Haydock and Rosco Gordon had rid-
den one bright spring morning in April, to the
nearest official station, hoping to obtain more de-
finite news than they had yet received concern-
ing the ratification of peace between the long con-
tending sections of the country. The troops now
nearest them Avere of the Federal army, but the
Confederates were not very distant, and at any
time the tide of battle might roll in one furious
destructive wave over their defenceless homes.
Arriving at the quarters, they were struck with
the expression on the face of the officer in charge,
as he read a brief dispatch just handed him.
James Haydock approached, asking,
" Is the news not encouraging this morning ?
Nothing very bad, I trust."
268 THE HA YDOCKS" TESTIMONY.
The officer looked up at him as one dazed;
wrath, horror, and grief all delineated in his
features ; he seemed unable to speak and held out
the dispatch with shaking hand to James Hay-
dock, who took it feeling as if some terrible and
wholly unforeseen calamity had fallen upon him.
The hastily written words : " President Lincoln
assassinated last night," struck him like a heavy
blow, and Rosco Gordon, reading over his shoulder,
felt the quiver running through the strong frame
so close to him.
" Let us go home ; there is mourning in the
land," were the only words James Haydock spoke
as he turned from the door of the little building.
" You say true, sir," replied the officer, rising
from the chair where he had been seated, " this is
a blow struck at the hearts, homes, and honor of
our country, such as never yet has fallen upon us.
The last act of the national tragedy is yet to be
If possible the heart of Rosco Gordon was
heavier than that of his older companion as they
rode home together through the warm sunshine
that had suddenly lost its brightness. It seemed
to him as if his beloved country had blackened its
WAS THE WAR NECESSARY? 269
honor with a stain that could never be wij^ed
The American people had always seemed to
him brave and honorable. Had he erred in this
judgment? Had war with all its debasing influ-
ences brought them to this ? Ah, he, as well as
many of us, had to learn that war so deadens the
higher nature that treachery, lying, fraud, unfair
advantage, evil of all kinds are regarded as at
least allowable, and often commendable. It was
never proved at whose door lay the murder of
this great and beloved man, but it was very
surely the outcome of a state of feeling engendered
by slavery and its consequent war. Frances Hay-
dock was writing at her husband's desk, when she
heard him cross the porch ; an indescribable heav-
iness in his step caused her to look up apprehen-
sively as he entered and the gravity of his face
did not reassure her.
" Is there any fresh misfortune ?" she queried
" A very heavy one, my wife. No, not to us
personally," he quickly added as he saw how pale
she became, and then as Molly came in from the
kitchen, he told them of the crime unexampled in
270 THE HA YDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
American history, that had taken place at the
" I said it was not personal, and yet the entire
nation will mourn for Abraham Lincoln with an
individual feeling that very few men have ever
commanded," said James Hay dock, seating him-
self with down-cast brow in his large arm chair.
Rosco Gordon came in and took a seat near Molly
as she occuj^ied her usual low stool near the fire-
place. In its depths a few logs smoldered slowly
away, scarcely needed now that the warm sun-
shine poured in through the windows.
" Mr. Lincoln's ready personal interest in so
many cases we hear of has much endeared him to
the people," said the young man, his eyes resting
thoughtfully on the embers.
"Truly, it has," answered James Haydock,
" his high principles, his unwavering courage in
carrying them out, his earnest seeking to know
the right thing to do, and his tender quaintness
in every day intercourse with those constantly
around him, have won a reverent affection rarely
gained by any public character." He stoj)ped
speaking, and a silence fell on the little group, a
hush of sorrow typical of the attitude of the whole
fFAS THE WAR NECESSAR Y? 271
Northern people, under the loss of their much
loved president. In countless households, the
feeling was as if one of their most valued and
honored members had been taken from them, and
the greatness of the calamity bewildered the land.
Jingo crept in and curled himself up on
Molly's skirts ; he had gathered that 'Massa Lin-
kum' was dead, and accustomed as he had been to
think of him as almost divine, this sudden and
sorrowful event imjDressed him with a grief and
awe only to be understood by those well acquaint-
ed with the feeling almost of worship with which
the colored race regarded Mr. Lincoln.
And so the mourners sat in profound grief in
many a dwelling that day, and the horror and
wrath felt at the North extended in part through-
out the South. Black and white wept together,
and while feeling the death of their President
most keenly, could not but give thanks that such
a man had lived.
Here it is time for us to leave the characters
of our tale ; and indeed, where better can we leave
them than under the softening and ennobling in-
fluence of a great and unselfish sorrow, but with
cheer and brightness near in view ?
272 THE HA YD OCRS' TESTIMONY.
Tlie threatened storm of battle around our
friends finally rolled away, and they felt as if their
prayers had been answered when the last of the
Southern army surrendered near them without
Our tale is ended; will it accomplish what
was intended ? Will it show that if others had
done what the Quakers did in regard to slavery a,
century before, the terrible war that finally exter-
minated this evil, might have been averted ? Will
it deepen the conviction that war is contrary to
the mind of Christ, and prevents the spread of
that Gospel which is tlie tidings of " Peace on earth,
good will to men." And finally, will the proved
experience of our Quakers imbue doubting Chris-
tians with a fuller belief in our Saviour's power
and willingness to protect His followers under any
This has been the object of our narrative, —
the hope of opening perhaps more clearly some
of the gospel truths to those who, knowing many
of the privileges under which a Christian may
live, have not yet grasped them in their fullness.
Once, it is said, when the Bible was almost en-
tirely excluded from France, an open copy of it
JVJS THE WAR NECESSAR Y? 273
was displayed in the window of a certain shop in
the gay city of Paris. Day by day groups of
artisans going and returning from their various
occupations would stop, read what was printed on
the open page, and pass on. At last a young
workman stepped inside the shojD with the request
to be allowed to turn the leaf and read the " rest
of the story." Many believers have studied earn-
estly the truths of Christianity, and yet perchance
not known or felt the whole. May we hope that
our sketch will lead such to turn the leaf and
learn the " rest of the story ?" "With this in view we
leave it, and the reader also, adding only, in the
language of Scripture, " When a man's ways please
the Lord, He maketh even his enemies to be at
peace with him."
274 THE HAYDOCKS' TESTIMONY.
From an Account of the Experiences of
Friends in North Carolina in Support
OF Their Testimony Against War.
J. D. was conscripted in the autumn of 1862,
He, and several other conscripts, were offered
bounty money if they would volunteer, but J. D.
and two others refused. Many arguments w^ere
used to make them accept the offers, but in vain.
An officer came forward saying, " Boys, I want to
give you some good advice. Take your money
and clothing and go along. Obey your officer
and do right, or else you will be put under the
officers of Col. S., who will have you shot into
strings if you don't obey. Just put away your
Quaker notions now and do right." Refusing to
obey, lie was sent to Richmond, Va., but w^hile on
the way there was released through the efforts of
Friends and sent home. He was at this time
a Methodist, but was soon after united to the
S. W. L., of Randolph County, N. C, was
another of our faithful members. He had been
conscripted and sent to Petersburg, Va. Upon
his arrival he was ordered to take up arms, but on
refusing to do so, he was bucked down for some
length of time daily, for a week, and then sus-
pended by the thumbs for an hour and a half.
Being still firm in his refusal to fight, he was or-
dered to be shot. A little scafibld was prepared
on which he was placed, and the men were drawn
up in line ready to execute the sentence, when he
prayed, " Father, forgive them ; for they know not
what they do." Upon hearing this they lowered
their guns, and he was thrust into prison.
In the Spring of 1862, two brothers, N. M. H.
and J. D. H. were drafted, arrested and taken to
Raleigh. Refusing to bear arms they were kept
in close confinement, and deprived of food and
drink for four and a half days. They were so
patient and gentle that ministers of different de-
nominations came and encouraged them to be
faithful. J. D. H. was taken before Gen. D ,
who said he would not require him to bear arms,
but would set him in front of the battle to stop
bullets. They bound heavy logs of wood on his
shoulders and marched him about till exhausted,
when he was returned to jail. His brother N. M.
H. had been enduring a different punishment.
Three times they suspended him by his thumbs
till his toes barely touched the ground, and kept
him in this excruciating position nearly two hours
each time. They next tried the bayonet; the
orders were to thrust them four inches deep, but
though much scarred and pierced it was not done
as deeply as they had threatened. One of the
men, after thus wounding him, came back to en-
treat his forgiveness. In the various changes of
the next four months some kindness was shown
them, but also much cruelty. It was not till seven
months had been passed in these fiery ordeals that
their release was obtained ; another friend think-
276 THE HA YDOCKS? TESTIMONY.
ing it right to pay their exemption money for
them. Their wives and daughters shared these
trials, in that they were compelled to toil in the
fields to raise food for the winters, till health was
sometimes permanently injured.
W. B. H, was arrested in June, 1863 ; he was
ordered to be shot, as he would not obey the order
to carry arms, the colonel giving him the choice
whether he would die that night or the next
morning. W. H. replied that if it was his Hea-
venly Father's will that he should lay down his
life, he would far rather do it than disobey one of
His commands ; but that if it was not His will,
none of them could take his life from him. The
officer seemed greatly at a loss and ordered him
to the wagon-yard for the night. The next morn-
ing he was brought out to be shot, and a squad of
men drawn up to fire. W. H. raised his arms in
prayer and not a gun was fired, some of the men
saying " they could not shoot such a man." The
enraged ofiicer struck at his head, but missed his
aim. He then sj^urred his horse repeatedly to
ride over him, but the animal sprang aside each
time and he remained unharmed. He was after-
ward taken ill, captured by the Union cavalry,
sent to Fort Delaware as prisoner of war, finally
released and, going to the West, remained there
till the close of the war.
These brief notes could be multiplied to a
large extent, and those interested in the subject
can obtain fuller information by application to
" North Carolina Yearly Meeting of Friends," or
to " The Christian Arbitration and Peace Society,
310 Chestnut Street, Philadelphia, Pa.
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