Patriotic Plays and Pageants for Young People Part 6

I thought I was studying before the fire; but instead I've been dreaming . . . dreaming!

RED ROWAN (shaking her head).

No dream! Only a woodsman's daughter. You can hear my father yonder, felling oaks. I saw the glimmer of your fire and came.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON (with a boyish courtesy and shyness).

Will you--will you not be seated?

RED ROWAN (seated on bearskin, looking at fire).

Folks call me Red Rowan.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON.

My name is Was.h.i.+ngton. George Was.h.i.+ngton.

RED ROWAN (still looking at the fire).

You have a shrewd fire, and the air is chill in these mountains.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON.

Will you not have some bacon and bread? I wish there were more to offer you.

RED ROWAN.

I'll have a taste of the bacon and a morsel of bread. (Was.h.i.+ngton begins to prepare them). I thank you.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON (toasting bread and bacon). The wilderness must be rough-seeming to you.

RED ROWAN.

I'm well-used to deep forests and long, hard journeys, for the love of a trail is in my blood. My grandfather was a gentleman rover, and my father a frontiersman, and my mother was--a gipsy.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON (surprised).

A gipsy?

RED ROWAN (nodding).

Aye, but she died when I was little, and lies buried oversea. 'Tis ten years now since my father came from England, and brought me with him.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON.

You have known little of a roof, then.

RED ROWAN.

Aye, or of schooling. But forests are kind teachers, and have given me much. There is a lore deeper than the lore of books. You too must know it. For with lonely campfires and winding roads and sharp, white, frosty stars one comes to gather wisdom. Schoolbooks may give you the past, but it is in my blood to know----

WAs.h.i.+NGTON (as she pauses).

The future--!

RED ROWAN (slowly, gazing at fire).

Or so I tell myself. I must ofttimes make up fancies to help the long days pa.s.s. (Rises.) Come, for a jest, let me read your palm, Master Was.h.i.+ngton. And in after years you may say: "Why, so Red Rowan told me!"

WAs.h.i.+NGTON.

Would you have me put faith in witchcraft?

RED ROWAN (offended).Do I look like a witch? Nay, but you know right well I do not.

Come, let me read your hand. 'Tis a mere jest, and will do no harm, and you need not believe a word I say.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON.

I will not, if it is flattering; for I have learned aforetime that _humility is the forerunner of advancement._ [Footnote: Was.h.i.+ngton's own words]

RED ROWAN (seated on mossy log, as she reads his hand). What would you wish to be?

WAs.h.i.+NGTON (simply).

When I grow older, a man of deeds, not words. [Footnote: Was.h.i.+ngton's own words]

RED ROWAN.

Well, then, give hither. (Reading his hand.) Your name is Was.h.i.+ngton, and you come from beyond Blue Ridge. All this I know. For the rest, let me read. You are well versed in woodcraft, but not so well in books.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON.

There I must mend me.

RED ROWAN.

Aye. You are a notable horseman: your wrist is quick at the foils; you can swim, climb, and fight, if need be. You are strong, and your valor equals your strength, your courtesy, your bearing. The line of truth is here. You smile?

WAs.h.i.+NGTON.

I was thinking of the matter of a hatchet and a cherry tree!

RED ROWAN (still reading).

Through all your life, success will smile upon you. Here are the marks of battles. Here are the lines of hards.h.i.+ps and of victories. And all these little lines--see, marches, marches, marches! You'll be a colonel, and perhaps a general. You laugh? Some day you'll see! 'Twill all come true! You'll fight in a great cause.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON (puzzled).

What cause is there to fight for?

RED ROWAN.

That I do not know. But here 'tis clearly written. And you will win.

Your name will be on all men's tongues. 'Tis a long road, and all up hill. But at the summit--triumph! Remember that. Upon the summit is triumph.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON (half-soberly).

And for the rest?

RED ROWAN.

You'll be upon a farmstead with great, rolling acres.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON.

Forest or farmstead, I care not which. That part is true enough, Mistress Rowan. There was a time when I wished to go to sea; but now I hope to spend my life at Ferry Farm.

RED ROWAN (rising).

Part of it will be spent far otherwise. Remember that I told you.

WAs.h.i.+NGTON (courteously). Aye, I'll remember, tho' 'tis but a jest.

RED ROWAN (pausing).

Aye, a jest wrought of gipsy magic. I wish you well, Master Was.h.i.+ngton, and I thank you for your hospitality.

FRONTIERSMAN'S VOICE (calling from right).