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Watch and Wait; The Young Fugitives

<hr />[Pg 84] <h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> <h2>THE DEPARTURE OF THE YOUNG FUGITIVES.</h2> "Dear me!" exclaimed Lily, when Dandy joined her on the lawn; "I am frightened out of my senses." "There is nothing to fear yet, Lily," said her conductor, as he took her by the hand to restore her confidence. "The wind is quite fresh, and long before we are missed we shall be out of the reach of pursuit." "I am frightened, and I can't help it." "You will feel better when you get on board of the boat. You shall have a nice cabin, and you can lie down and go to sleep just as you would in your own chamber." "I don't think I shall sleep much to-night. I was afraid I should not be able to join you, for Miss Edith had the headache, and made me stay with her till she could go to sleep." [Pg 85]"We are all right now, Lily. Every thing is as favorable as it can be. We have nothing to fear as long as the wind blows." Lily had very little practical knowledge of boating, and she did not comprehend the allusions of Dandy; but she trusted him with all her soul, and when he said there was no danger, her fluttering heart was calmed down. Before they reached the pier she had entirely recovered her self-possession, though she could not help being deeply impressed by the important step she was taking. Cyd was seated on the landing steps, whistling the air of a negro melody, as cool as though he was about to engage in a lawful enterprise. He had been tremendously agitated at the announcement of the idea, and when he decided to form one of the party; but he was one of that class to whom exciting events soon become an old story. He already regarded his freedom as achieved, and he had even made himself familiar with his new social condition. Dandy handed Lily into the bateau which was to serve as the Isabel's tender, and then seated himself in the bow. [Pg 86]"Come, bear a hand, Cyd," said the leader, in a low but sharp tone. "What am I to bear a hand to?" demanded Cyd. "Jump in quick, and paddle off to the Isabel." "Golly! Is dis chile got to row de boat? Says I, 'Cyd,' says I, 'you's a free nigger, and you got nuffin to do but——'" "Take your paddle quick, or I will leave you here!" interposed Dandy. Cyd obeyed this time. His ideas of freedom were, no doubt, derived from his master and the other white people at Redlawn, who had nothing to do but amuse themselves and order the negroes round the place. They were very crude ideas, and he was yet to learn that freedom did not mean idleness. He paddled the bateau off to the sail-boat, and Lily was put on board. "Now, haul the Edith alongside," said the skipper, as he proceeded to unloose the sails. "De Edif!" exclaimed Cyd. "Wha—wha—what you gwine to do wid de Edif?" "Haul her alongside!" replied Dandy, sharply. "If you spend the night in talking, we shall not get off till morning." [Pg 87]"Hossifus!" ejaculated Cyd, whose vocabulary being rather limited, he was under the necessity of coining a word occasionally, when he felt the need of a strong expression. "Dis nigger tink he was free, but it's Do dis, and Do dat. Hossifus; dis chile tink he's only got a new massa—dat's all, for sartin." "If you don't want to go, Cyd, you needn't. I will put you on shore, and go without you." "Gossifus! Dis chile like to know what you gwine to do widout Cyd." "I shall do very well without him. Shall I put you on shore, or not?" "Possifus! No, Dandy; I'se gwine wid you, any how." "Then you must mind me!" added the skipper, earnestly. "I done do dat." "Haul the Edith alongside, then." "Sartin, Dandy. I'se gwine to haul de Edif alongside, but dis chile like to know what for?" "Mind me, or I'll put you on shore!" cried Dandy, angrily. "Mossifus! I'se gwine, Dandy," said Cyd as he [Pg 88]stepped into the tender, and paddled off to the Edith, which was moored a short distance above. Presently he returned, and the painter of the race boat was made fast to a cleat on the quarter of the Isabel. Cyd was much mystified by the operation, for he could not see why they should take the Edith with them. He was very anxious to argue the point with Dandy, who, it seemed to him, had never before in his life been so sharp and ill-natured. But the skipper was too much excited by the tremendous issues of the hour to be in a mood for argument. By this time Dandy had cast loose the sails, and together they manned the halyards, and hoisted the mainsail. It was large, and the fresh breeze caused it to flap and beat with a fearful noise, which added not a little to the excitement of the skipper. "Stand by the moorings, Cyd, and have your jib halyards ready!" said Dandy, as he took his place at the tiller. "Hossifus! I'm dar, Massa Dandy." "You needn't 'massa' me, Cyd. Stop!" "Which'll I do, Massa Dandy, stand by de moorings, or stop?" demanded Cyd, whose ivories [Pg 89]were now distinctly visible in the gloom of the night. "Neither; jump into the bateau, and bring the wherry alongside," replied Dandy. "Gossifus! What you gwine to do wid de wherry?" "Mind me, or go on shore!" said the skipper, sternly. "I'se gwine. Golly! dat makes two boats apiece all round, for sartin." "Go, quick!" "I'se gone; 'pears like I'se only swapped off Massa Archy for Massa Dandy." But Cyd obeyed the order, and brought the wherry to the side of the Isabel, to which she was secured, like the other boats. The bewildered boy was not in the habit of doing his own thinking, and his faculties were not, therefore, very fully developed, and an explanation would have relieved him of a world of doubts and conjectures. "Now, have your jib halyards ready, and stand by the moorings," said Dandy. "Yes, sar!" replied Cyd, putting a wicked emphasis on the complimentary part of the answer. [Pg 90]"Let go the moorings!" shouted Dandy, as he hauled in the main sheet. "All gone, Massa Dandy," replied Cyd, as the heavy rope by which the boat was secured splashed into the water. "Hoist the jib!" added the skipper, in the same loud tones, that he might be heard above the noise of the flapping sail. "Up she goes," responded Cyd, joyously. The Isabel, released from her moorings, caught the breeze, and the voyage of the young fugitives was commenced. She leaped like a race-horse before the fresh breeze. "We done gone!" exclaimed Cyd, as he walked aft, when he had secured the jib sheet. "We are off!" replied Dandy, as he cast an anxious glance in the direction of the planter's great house, to assure himself that none of its inmates witnessed their departure. The night was very dark, and there were indications of a storm. It required all the skill of the bold leader of the expedition to steer the boat in the thick gloom of the night. The navigation was [Pg 91]difficult and dangerous. The bayou was filled with snags and stumps, and to strike one of them was to dash the boat in pieces, and wreck all the hopes which hung upon the success of the enterprise. But Dandy was thoroughly acquainted with all the difficulties in his course, and was so familiar with the waters of the bayou, that he was as much at home upon them by night as by day. "Hoist the foresail, Cyd," said the skipper. "Mossifus! Dis chile tinks de boat's gwine fas enough," answered Cyd, "but I'se gwine to do jus what you say, Massa Dandy." "Do it then." Cyd did do it then; but it was evident to the commander of the Isabel that the "crew" of his vessel was in a lamentable state of insubordination. All his orders were questioned, and the boat was liable to go to the bottom in an emergency, because his commands were not promptly obeyed. He was not a little astonished at Cyd's conduct, for in the boat of Master Archy he was in the habit of obeying all orders like a machine, never presuming to ask a question, or suggest a doubt. [Pg 92]The foresail was set, and the Isabel dashed on with increased speed. There was no more "working ship" to be done, and Cyd again took his place on the cushioned seats in the standing-room, a luxury, by the way, in which he had never before attempted to indulge himself; but when it is considered that he had just emerged from slavery to freedom, his want of respect for the dignity of the "quarter deck" will be fully excused. "Go forward, Cyd, and keep a sharp lookout ahead," said Dandy, as soon as the "crew" was comfortably seated on the cushion. "Gossifus! I suppose I'se a nigger still," said he. "Dis chile tinks he's jes as good's any body now." "You are, Cyd." "Den I mus squat on de hard deck, and you sets on de cushions." "Take one of the cushions with you, if you wish to; but go forward and keep a sharp lookout." "I'se gwine." "Go, then." [Pg 93]"Dis nigger don't zackly like dis kind ob freedom," growled Cyd, as he moved forward. The wind was about south-west, which was fair for the course the Isabel was then steering, and in three quarters of an hour she made Green Point. Dandy could not but recall the events which had occurred there three weeks before, for they had stimulated him to the daring enterprise in which he was now engaged. It was there he had resolved to watch and wait in patience and submission for a less perilous opportunity to effect his escape than that which he had now embraced. The spot was full of interest, for his great resolution had been born there; but the moment was big with the destiny of the whole party, and he could not stop to indulge in sentimental reflections. "Stand by the jib sheet, Cyd!" said he, as the Isabel swept past the point. "Yes, sar—all ready!" replied Cyd, who had so many times assisted in working the boat, that he was perfectly familiar with the routine of a foremast hand's duty. "Hard—lee!" cried Dandy, as he put the helm down, and brought the Isabel up on the other tack. [Pg 94]Cyd tended the jib sheet without further instruction, and then took his place again on the forecastle to look out for danger ahead. The course for the next five miles was up the large bayou, of which the Crosscut was a tributary. It was lined on both sides with large trees, which sheltered the water, to some extent, from the force of the wind, and her progress was less rapid than before. The navigation was less obstructed, and Cyd was called aft to enjoy the luxury of the cushioned seats. Lily, who had now become reconciled to her situation, also joined the skipper in the standing room. The hurry and excitement of the departure had passed off, and the load of anxiety was removed from the mind of Dandy. It was midnight, dark and gloomy; but the young fugitives felt that they were passing from the gloom of slavery into the light of freedom. The first difficulties of the enterprise had been overcome, and though there were months of peril and hardship before them, it seemed as though the glorious sun of the new existence had already risen. <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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