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
Poor Jenny, however, was weak and exhausted--to such a degree even,
that she could hardly speak in answer to my questions; and the first
consideration was how to revive her failing strength. At the distance
which I supposed we were from any human habitation, no food, of
course, was to be procured: night was coming on fast, and there seemed
no prospect but of her dying there actually of starvation; till
suddenly I remembered the hunting-flask of brandy which I had brought
from the house of the hapless Mr. Travis, and of which I had never
thought since. It was still in the pocket of my jacket, and it proved
indeed a most seasonable relief to the poor woman, who soon recovered
sufficiently to be able to tell me, vaguely and confusedly, that some
twenty minutes after I had left her and Bessy in the wood, a party of
white men, headed by Colonel Halliday, had forced their way through
the bushes and hurried them away, offering to lodge them securely in
Jerusalem.
At Bessy's request, the leader promised, she said, to leave two men on
the spot to give me warning when I returned; and poor Jenny declared
that she heard him herself give the order to that effect. When they
reached the path, however, they found more men and horses there; and
the party separated into two divisions. Everything was in confusion,
the good woman said; and before they were well aware of what was
happening, she and Miss Davenport were riding away with one division,
while Colonel Halliday took another direction with the other. It was
not till they had gone some hundred yards that either Bessy or herself
perceived that old William Thornton was with their party.
I need not enter into more details, as I shall have to speak of them
more fully hereafter, and as the good woman's account was very
confused; I learned, however, from her that Bessy and herself had been
detained at Mr. Thornton's house all night, but kept separate from
each other; that she, at least, had had no food, and that she had seen
a party of three or four of aunt Bab's negroes who came to the house,
civilly inquiring if Miss Davenport was there, fired at from the
windows without the slightest provocation. Immediately after that,
Bessy had been placed upon horseback against her will and carried
away.
"They turned me out as soon as she was gone," said aunt Jenny,
"without even a cup of cold water; but I knew very well where they
took her, and so I came on after my darling. But you see I got faint,
master, and thought I should die for want here in the Swamp.
"But what did they take her away for, Jenny?" I inquired. "Why did
they not let her remain where she was?"
"Why she see'd them shoot poor 'Ercles and the other two," replied the
old woman; "and they knew she would witness against them; so they got
her out of de State, and will keep her till it's all blown over. Dat's
de reason, I am sure."
"Then why did they not send you away, too?" I asked.
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