National Baptist world., 1894-11-02


of far other scenes than these, of days
when the peaceful valley was such
Il scene of human strife that the birds
and bees, and even the sweet wild
roses that thrived there in unmolested
possession, disappeared, to return IN
after years and find picture Of utter
desolation- To be sure, the soil had
been enriched by the. blue blood Of the
south, commingled with that of the
brave boys in blue, as they fell to-
gether, fighting, each for a cause which
each thought right; but the record OF
the brave deeds of those who perished
then lives in history.
1t was while sojourning for short
time in the mountains overlooking the
Shenandoah valley that | came across
one Of those living relics She was
only poor old negro woman, who had
been a slave, and who, even after
quarter of a century Of freedom. had
almost failed to realize that she was
free. There was nothing particular to
recommend her to ones notice or call
attention to her forlorn situation. She
had been left all alone in the world
Il
Vardens." and, Judging from the grand
air with which she announced the fact,
would have scorned the idea that she
needed sympathy or pity, as she stood
amid the ruins of what had been
grand old southern home before the
war-the home Of the Vardens.
All that remained Of the house, two
tumbling chimneys, was overgrown
by some kind of vine, which gave
sort of picturesque beauty to the for
saken scene. A little to the left and
just in sight Of where the house had
been was an inclosure, in the celter
Of which stood tall monument sur
rounded by smaller gravestones, mark
ing the last resting place Of the Var
dens, who seemed to have turned their
back upon their earthly possessions
and laid their joys all away beneath
the shadow Of the great monument,
leaving but one poor, crooked, feeble
remnant of their departed greatness
to occupy the rest Of the estate and
keep their memory green in her faith
full old heart.
1t was warm day in June that
stood within the gates Of Rocky Mead,
as the place was called, and listened
so.a part Of the family history of it's
former owner from the lips of old
Juliette, who invited me to a seat un-
der large tree, then seating herself
near by, after apologizing for sitting
in the presence Of white lady, she
said: 'rse powful glad to see white
folks cep'n de common trash wat Ibis
down in de valley. De fus families is
all dade cep'n de Campbellses. Dey
place is mex to we alls. Our family
war de bes in Furginia." AS she said
this she Strengthened herself as much
as age and rheumatism would permit.
But" she continued sadly, "dey's all
gone; all but me. | Ibis down at de
ole quarters, do da ism much lef, oney
one cabin. dat's mon big enuf TO me,
mos times; but wen | gifts de raligy
III legs an hams, den de worl ain big
enuff. But has to stay an look after
de place, kase Use de las one lef' Oh
de family, an wen [ meets ole Marse
Richard in de mex worr he's boun' to
ak me bote de ole place. Fus thing
he gwine say: 'Juliette, you allus
would be de las one, but reckon we's
all together now, an we unite In pray
err les as he uster cherry evenin'.
Marse Richard war mitey good man.
Ole miss, she de boss. She uster say
nobody eber gwine conker her, an
shore nuff, nobody nebber did. She
done all de conkerin'. It war all long
O. her dat my Miss Mary war forced tc
marry Marse Campbell's son, an den
all de trubble come.
"My marster hab two sons, Marse
Dick an Robert. Dey jine de army
one mornin' an Miss Mary tease dc
life nearly outen ne to go wild hel
down de valley whar de fghtin' wal
gwine on. She say she jis wanter see
der las oh Dick and Bob. All de time
/ know she was dyin' to see Cap'r
Hunter, kase she dade in lub wild him
an me an Cap'n Hunters boy, Long
Jim was cotin' too. But we al
knowed ole miss don sot her min or
Miss Mary marryin Marse Will Camp
bell. He war orful rich, but he wal
ugly as Satan-an dat's fac. Miss
Mary, SO sweet lookin' dat all de
Young men in lub wild her an she
didn' care for none oh 'em, only Cap'r
Hunter, and she say she gwine marry
Jack Hunter or nobody. Ole miss say
de Hunters didn' b'long to de fust fam
blies an eff Cap'n Hunter tempted pay
'tention to airy chile oh her'n sht
posed to interfere. So cose we das'n
let her know at Cap'n Hunter were
down dar in de cave under de hill wit
Long JIM waiten for me to fotch hin
a letter from Miss Mary, jes' if h'
didn't know she gwine to break he
neck almost to see hissef. Cap'l
Hun ter war de grandes' lookin' man
eber sot my eyes on. He eyes falrl.
dance when he saw US oofe comm an
he les TUX Miss Mary up in he arm
and hole on to her and promise neve
let her go no more.
ssRut she blush all ober her face an'
he saw Jim to take de horse down t
the stream and cool him off; SO we tut
de horse up in de woods back oh d
cave and tie him to tree, whlles M
and Jim sot down on the grass. Blme
bv we heard big rumblin' SCUM lei
thunder and saw de smoke in de vale,
and Cap'n Hunter comm runnin' tode
us wild Miss Mary lookin' like ghost
Cam Hunter kiss her han and squeez