The Maroon Part 10

The announcement in the nephew's letter, that he had taken a _steerage pa.s.sage_, had been to his uncle a source of bitter chagrin. Not that he would have cared a whit about the thing, had the young fellow voyaged in any other vessel than the _Sea Nymph_, or had he travelled unrecognised.

What troubled Mr Vaughan was the fear that the relations.h.i.+p might become known to Mr Montagu Smythje, and thus create in the mind of the latter a suspicion of his, the planter's, respectability.

The dread of this _expose_ so preyed upon Mr Vaughan's mind that, had it been possible, he would have denied the relations.h.i.+p altogether.

He had conceived a hope that this recognition might not take place during the voyage: building his hope on the character of the aristocratic c.o.c.kney, which he knew to be a type of supercilious pride.

Confiding in the faith that nothing might transpire on board s.h.i.+p to make Mr Smythje acquainted with the connection, he was determined there should be no chance on sh.o.r.e. To preclude the possibility of such a thing, he had conceived a design as childish as it was cruel: his nephew was to be _kept out of the way_.

The plan of action he had traced out long before the arrival of the _Sea Nymph_. Mr Montagu Smythje was to be met at the landing, and at once hurried off to Mount Welcome. Herbert Vaughan was likewise to be conducted thither; but not direct.

A different means of transport was to be provided for him; and on his arrival within the bounds of the plantation, he was to be taken by a private road to the house of the overseer--which stood in a secluded corner of the valley, nearly half a mile distant from the "Buff."

Here he was to remain as the guest of the latter, until such time as his uncle could find a way of disposing of him--either by procuring some employment for him at Montego Bay, or the situation of book-keeper on some distant plantation.

With this ingenious contrivance did Mr

Vaughan await the arrival of his guests.

It was upon the third day after receiving his letters of advice, and near the hour of noon, that the planter, playing as usual with his telescope, perceived in the offing of Montego Bay, and standing in for the port, a large square-rigged vessel--a s.h.i.+p.

It might be the Sea Nymph, and it might not; but, taking into consideration some circ.u.mstances, known to Mr Vaughan, the probabilities were that it was the expected vessel.

Whether or no, the planter was determined that the programme, he had so ingeniously sketched out, should _not_ be spoiled by any mismanagement in the performance; and its execution was ordered upon the instant.

Bells were rung for a general muster of the domestics; a horn was sounded to summon the overseer; and, in less than half an hour afterwards, the family barouche--a handsome equipage, drawn by a pair of splendidly-caparisoned horses--was on the road to the Bay, with the overseer on horseback, riding as an escort behind it.

In rear of this went a waggon, to which eight large oxen were attached; and behind the waggon appeared an escort _sui generis_: a rough negro boy, mounted on the s.h.a.ggiest of steeds, who was no other than the post-boy already mentioned--the identical Quas.h.i.+e.

Quas.h.i.+e was not on his usual diurnal duty: his present errand was one of a far more important character, and the duty confided to him of an exceedingly delicate nature.

At this hour the great hall of Mount Welcome exhibited a scene that, to the eye of a stranger to West Indian customs, might have appeared curious enough.

Scattered over the floor, at certain distances from each other, were some six or eight negro girls, or "wenches," as they are called, most of them being of the younger brood of the plantation blacks. All were down on their knees--each one having by her side, and within reach of her hand, an orange freshly cut in halves, some bees'-wax, and a portion of the fibrous pericarp of a cocoa-nut.

The floor itself was without carpet of any kind; but instead of being of plain deal, it presented a mosaic of hard woods, of different colours-- among which might be recognised the mahogany and heart-wood, the bread-nut and bully-tree.

To give the tesselated surface a polish was the business of the dark damsels on their knees; and for that purpose were the oranges and cocoa-husks provided.

To an islander the sight was one of common, indeed daily, occurrence.

The l.u.s.tre of his hall floor is a matter of pride with a Jamaica planter; as much so as the quality or pattern of his drawing-room carpet to a householder at home; and every day, and at the same hour, the dark-skinned housemaids make their appearance, and renew the glitter of the surface, whose gloss has been tarnished by the revels of the preceding night.

The hour set apart for this quaint custom is just before laying the cloth for dinner--about three or four o'clock; and that she may not sully the polish while carrying in the dishes, the barefooted Abigail adopts a plan that deserves mention on account of its originality.

Having provided herself with two small pieces of linen or cotton cloth, she spreads them out upon the floor, and then places a foot upon each.

As the toes of a West Indian house-wench are almost as prehensile as her fingers, she finds no difficulty in "cramping" the cloth and holding it between the "big toe" and its nearest neighbour; and with this simple _chaussure_ she is enabled to slide over the floor without in the least degree "smoutching" its gloss, or leaving any sign of her pa.s.sage over its s.h.i.+ning surface.

While such a busy scene was transpiring in the great hall of Mount Welcome, one of a different character, but of equal activity, was going on in the kitchen. This "office" stood a little apart from the main dwelling, communicating with its lower storey by a covered gallery.

Along this pa.s.sage black and yellow wenches could be seen constantly going and returning, each with her load--a haunch of venison, a ham of the wild hog, a turtle, ramier pigeons, and mountain crabs, all on their way to the spit, the stew-pan, or the chafing-dish.

A similar sight might have been witnessed at Mount Welcome any other day in the year; but perhaps with a less abundant variety in the materials, and with not half so much movement among the staff of wenches pertaining to the _cuisine_--whose excited manner in the performance of their specific duties testified, as much as the variety of luxuries lying around, that on this particular day a repast of the most sumptuous kind was expected from their skill.

Their master did not leave these preparations to be made without his own personal surveillance. From the time that the s.h.i.+p had been descried, he was everywhere--in the stable, to look after the sable grooms; in the kitchen, to instruct the cooks; in the great hall, to inspect the polis.h.i.+ng of the floor; and, at last, on the landing outside, standing, telescope to his eye, and looking down the long avenue, where the carriage containing his distinguished visitor might at any moment be expected to make its appearance.

Volume One, Chapter XII.

KATE AND YOLA.

Occupying one corner of the mansion of Mount Welcome--that which was farthest removed from the din and clangour of the kitchen--was a small chamber, richly and elegantly furnished. The light was admitted into it on two sides through latticed windows, that, when open, left a free pa.s.sage from the floor to a little balcony outside--with which each of the windows was provided.

One of these windows looked out to the rearward, commanding a view of the garden, and the wooded steep beyond. The other opened to the left side of the house, upon the shrubbery grounds that extended in that direction as far as the foot of the ridge.

Even had there been no one within this little chamber, the style and character of its furniture would have told, that the person to whom it appertained was of the gentler s.e.x.

In one corner stood a bed, with carved posts of yellow lance wood; from which hung what at first sight might have been taken for white muslin curtains, but which, on closer scrutiny, could be seen to be the gauze-like netting of a "mosquito bar."

The size of the bed told that it was intended for but one individual.

Its habitual occupant was therefore unmarried.

In the bay of one of the windows stood a dressing-table of _papier mache_, inlaid with mother-of-pearl; and upon this was placed a mirror of circular shape on a stand of the finest Spanish mahogany.

In front of the mirror was a variety of objects of different forms-- among which might be noticed the usual implements of the toilet, with many of those eccentric little articles of _luxe_ and _vertu_, that bespeak the refined presence of woman.

Other pieces of furniture in the room were three or four Chinese chairs; a small marqueterie table; a work-box of tortoise-sh.e.l.l veneer, on a pedestal of like material; and a little cabinet of ebony wood, richly inlaid with buhl.

There was neither mantel nor fireplace--the climate of eternal summer precluding all necessity for such "fixtures."

The window-curtains were of a thin transparent muslin, with a pattern of pink flowering woven into the stuff, and bordered with a fringe of alternate pink and white ta.s.sels.

A breeze, laden with the perfume of a thousand flowers, blowing in through the open lattice-work of the jalousies, kept these light hangings almost continually in motion, imparting an aspect of coolness to the chamber. This was further heightened by the glossy smoothness of the hard-wood floor, which glistened under foot like a mirror.

No one could have glanced into this little apartment, without being struck with its costly yet chaste adornment. Rich and elegant, however, as was the case, it was no more than worthy of the jewel which it was accustomed to contain. It was the bedroom and boudoir of "Lilly Quasheba," the heiress _presumptive_ of Mount Welcome.

But few were ever favoured with a glance into that luxurious chamber.

It was a sacred precinct, into which curious eyes were not permitted to penetrate. Its polished floor was not to be trodden by vulgar feet.

With the exception of her father, no man had ever intruded into that virgin shrine; and he, only on rare and extraordinary occasions. Even to the domestics it was not of free access. Only one, besides its mistress, could enter it unbidden--her brown-skinned handmaid Yola.

On that same day--shortly after the ringing of the bells had announced the arrival of the English s.h.i.+p, and while the dusky domestics were engaged, as described, in their ante-prandial preparations--two individuals occupied the chamber in question.

One was the young lady to whom the apartment pertained--the other her maid.

They were in different att.i.tudes: the mistress seated upon one of the Chinese chairs in front of the window, while the maid was standing behind, occupied in arranging her mistress's hair.

The girl was just entering upon her task--if we may so designate that which many might have deemed a pleasure. Already the complicated machinery of combs and hair-pins lay strewed over the table; and the long chestnut-coloured tresses hung in luxuriant confusion around those shoulders of snow, in whose velvet-like epidermis there appeared no trace of the _taint_.

Involuntarily the maid ceased from her task, and stood gazing upon her young mistress with a look of instinctive admiration.