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
A moment after, a branch was agitated somewhat nearer and more to the
right; and my aim was instantly directed there. Again the same
indication showed the person approaching nearer still, and I followed
the waving boughs with the gun. At length, a dark face appeared,
peeping through the leaves, not more than twelve yards distant; but,
luckily, at the same moment, I perceived the gaudy colours of a
printed handkerchief, such as is very commonly worn on the head by the
negro women in that district.
A minute after, a voice exclaimed,--
"Master, master, put down your gun. I not come to do you any harm. We
run away like you."
I dropped the point of the gun, but still kept it in my hand, watching
eagerly the ground in advance, lest the woman should be followed by
any of the murderous bands that were roving through the country. The
bushes seemed all still, however; and, quietly and timidly, she came
on, as if still fearful of the weapon in my hands. She was a girl of
about eighteen or twenty years of age, and a dark mulatto; but well
formed, and of a frank, good-humoured countenance.
"Ah, Miss Bessy," she cried, when she came within six or seven feet of
us, "is that you? You must have had a hard time of it, I reckon. Oh
dear! oh dear! that this should ever come to pass! Why, how did you
ever come to get away? Those nigger-devils have killed every one at
Mr. Stringer's, minister and all--him who preached to them so fine. I
dare say he wish now he had not told 'em to kill their masters. He
little thought he have his own head split with a hatchet."
Bessy had risen, and gazed for a moment on the speaker, as if she did
not recollect her, and the girl continued:--
"Why, don't you remember Minerva, who lived with Mr. Travis? Ah, they
killed my poor master and missus, and even the poor little baby, Eddy;
and never say one word to the women, but go about murdering in de
night; and so we all go frightened and run away into de woods, for we
did not know that our turn might not come next, for dey are all so
furious; and Nat Turner say he is sent by de Lord to kill and to slay
and to 'terminate all on whom he finds de mark. Now, who can tell
whether she has got de mark or not? So five of us come away here, and
all the rest have gone away, I do not know where, and taken de
children wid dem."
While she had been speaking, I had still kept my eyes upon the
brushwood before me, and had satisfied myself that no one followed
her; and Bessy, who had been somewhat bewildered at first, both by the
news of the danger and by being suddenly woke from her sleep, now
recognized the girl, and said,--
"I remember you now, Minerva. You were the child's nurse, were you
not? I do not think you would betray us or injure us."
"I would not for my life, Miss Bessy," replied the girl. "I would die
to help you, but would do nothing to hurt you."
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