Northern Georgia SketchesHarben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
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Northern Georgia Sketches
Harben, Will N. (Will Nathaniel)
Georgia -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, American
“Now, how has it turned out? I had hardly got started out thar before
one of my niggers--the very one I relied on the most--has played smash
with all my plans. You begun by turnin’ up yore nose at Brother Cobb,
an’ then by openly disobeyin’ ‘im. Then he tried to punish you--the
right that the law gives a overseer--an’ you up an’ dared him to tech
you, an’--”
“Marse Jasper--”
“Hold yore tongue till I’m through.”
“All right, Marse Jasper, but--”
“You openly defied ‘im, that’s enough; you broke up the order of the
whole thing, an’ yore mistress was so upset that she had to send fer
me. Now, Henry, I hain’t never laid the lash on you in my life, an’ I’d
ruther take it myself than to have to do it, but I hain’t come three
hundred miles jest to talk to you. I’m goin’ to whip you, Henry, an’ I’m
goin’ to do it right, if thar’s enough strength in my arm. You needn’t
shake yore head an’ sulk. No matter what you refused to let Cobb an’
the rest of ’em do, you are a-goin’ to take what I’m goin’ to give you
without a word, because you know it’s just an’ right.”
Henry’s face was downcast, and his master could not see his eyes, but
a strange, rebellious fire had suddenly kindled in them, and he was
stubbornly silent. Mr. Pelham could not have dreamed of what was passing
in his mind.
“Henry, you an’ me are both religious men,” said the planter, after he
had waited for a moment. “Let’s kneel right down here by this log an’
commune with the Lord on this matter.”
Without a word the negro rose and knelt, his face in his hands, his
elbows on the log. There never had been a moment when Uncle Henry was
not ready to pray or listen to a prayer. He prided himself on his
own powers in that line, and had unbounded respect even for the less
skillful efforts of others. Mr. Pelham knelt very deliberately and began
to pray:
“Our heavenly Father, it is with extreme sadness an’ sorrow that we come
to Thee this bright, sunny day. Our sins have been many, an’ we hardly
know when our deeds are acceptable in Thy sight; but bless all our
efforts, we pray Thee, for the sake of Him that died for us, an’ let us
not walk into error in our zeal to do Thy holy will.
“Lord, Thou knowest the hearts of Thy humble supplicant an’ this man
beside him. Thou, through the existin’ laws of this land, hast put him
into my care an’ keepin’ an’ made me responsible to a human law for his
good or bad behavior. Lord, on this occasion it seems my duty to punish
him for disobedience, an’ we pray Thee to sanction what is about to take
place with Thy grace. Let no anger or malice rest in our hearts during
the performance of this disagreeable task, an’ let the whole redound
to Thy glory, for ever an’ ever, through the mercy of Thy Son, our Lord
Jesus Christ. Amen.”
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