The Summit House Mystery; Or, The Earthly Purgatory — John Shaqi
The Summit House Mystery; Or, The Earthly PurgatoryDougall, L. (Lily)
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The Summit House Mystery; Or, The Earthly Purgatory
Dougall, L. (Lily)
Detective and mystery stories; Georgia -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Fiction
For more than a century before the freeing of the slaves, the Durgans
had been one of the proudest and richest families of Georgia. This man
was the present head of the house, sole heir to the loss of all its
lands and wealth. He was growing old now. Disappointment, Poverty, and
Humility walked with him. Yet Joy, the fugitive, peeped at him through
the leafless forest, from the snow-flakes of the dogwood and from the
violets in the moss, laughed at him in the mountain torrent, and wooed
him with the scent of the warming earth. Humility caught and kissed the
fleeting spirit, and led her also in attendance upon the traveller's
weary feet.
Deer Cove is more than two thousand feet in altitude; Deer Mountain
rises a thousand feet above. Half-way up, Durgan came to the cabin of a
negro called Adam. According to the usage of the time, the freedman's
surname was Durgan, because he had been born and bred on the Durgan
estates. Adam was a huge black negro. He and Durgan had not met since
they were boys.
Adam's wife set a good table before the visitor. She was a quadroon,
younger, lithe and attractive. Both stood and watched Durgan eat--Adam
dumb with pleasure, the negress talking at times with such quick rushes
of soft words that attentive listening was necessary.
"Yes, Marse Neil, suh; these ladies as lives up here on Deer, they's
here for their health--they is. Very nice ladies they is, too; but
they's from the North! They don't know how to treat us niggers right
kind as you does, suh! They's allus for sayin' 'please' an' 'thank 'e,'
and 'splaining perjinks to Adam an' me. But ef you can't board with
these ladies, marsa, ther's no place you can live on Deer--no, there
ain't, suh."
Durgan had had his table set before the door, and ate looking at the
chaos of valleys, domes, and peaks which, from this height, was open to
the view. The characteristic blue haze of the region was over all. The
lower valleys in tender leaf had a changeful purple shimmer upon them,
as seen in the peacock's plumage. The sun rained down white light from a
fleecy sky. The tree-tops of the slope immediately beneath them were red
with sap.
After a mood of reflection Durgan said, "You live well. These ladies
must pay you well if you can afford dinners like this."
"Yes, Marse Neil, suh; they pays better than any in these parts. Miss
Hermie, she's got right smart of sense, too, 'bout money. Miss Birdie,
she's more for animals and flowers an' sich; but they pays well, they
does."
"Look me out two good men to work with me in the mine, Adam."
Adam showed his white teeth in respectful joy. "That's all right, suh."
"Of course, as you are working for these ladies, you will look for my
men in your spare time."
"That's all right, suh."
Durgan put down sufficient payment for his food, took up his travelling
satchel, and walked on. From the turn of the rough cart-road on which
the cabin stood the rocky summit was visible, and close below it the
gables of a solitary dwelling.
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