The Old DominionJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Old Dominion
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Southampton Insurrection, 1831 -- Fiction
In a few minutes Bessy joined me, and I asked her where the path in
the wood led to, in which I had seen the negro disappear.
"That is the way to Jerusalem," she answered--"at least one way. There
is another path here at the back of the house, but they soon join."
"Then I fear we must not direct our course thither," I answered. "I
have just seen an armed negro pass that way; and, I doubt not, he has
others before him. Were he alone, he would be soon dealt with; but, in
all probability, they have marched to make an attack upon the town."
She seemed very much alarmed, and asked, in almost a despairing
tone,--
"Then where shall we go, Richard? My uncle Henry's house lies up in
the same direction. Good God! I hope _they_ have not been attacked and
murdered too."
"I hope not," I answered.
I could express nothing except hope; and that, to say the truth, was
but feeble. It was exceedingly difficult to determine on what to do.
Every course presented dangers; and to remain where we were was,
undoubtedly, very perilous. If the actual murderers did not return,
other bands of revolted negroes would probably visit the houses that
had been attacked, for the purpose of plunder. In the fields and woods
we were likely, at some point, to meet with the insurgents; and it was
evident, that when they murdered young girls and infants, they would
spare no white person.
Still the woods afforded more means of concealment, and a wider space;
and I was just about to propose to Bessy to betake ourselves to their
shelter, when she suggested that we might find horses in the stable,
by which we could reach the high-road, and ride in any direction we
might find reason to believe was open.
"At all events," she added, "we shall find some white people there to
give assistance in case of need."
I caught at the idea eagerly; but we were disappointed. The horses had
all been taken away, and not a soul was left in any of the negro
cabins. An anxious consultation followed; but the only course we could
decide upon was to seek the cover of the woods again, to find out some
quiet and concealed spot, and to wait there till the sun set; then,
under the veil of night, to make our way, as well as we could, to the
county town, where we believed all the gentlemen of the neighbourhood
would rendezvous in sufficient force at least to keep the insurgents
in check. We took the path at the back of the house, which, at all
events, would carry us some distance on the way we intended to go, and
walked on for about two miles, looking behind from time to time, and
keeping a vigilant eye on the road before us, which, luckily, was very
nearly straight.
"Bessy, dear love, you are tired," I said, as I felt her lean heavily
on my arm. "Let us turn into the wood here, and rest a while. I
neglected to load the arms I procured in the house, and I may as well
do it now."
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