The Guerilla Chief Part 21

It is a true metropolis, and ever has been, from the time when it was the head-quarters and commercial depot of the gulf pirates, to the present hour.

Its manners and customs are its own; its fas.h.i.+ons are original, or, if borrowed, it is from the Boulevards, not from Broadway. The latest _coiffure_ of a Parisian belle, the cut of a coat, or the shape of a hat, will make its appearance upon the streets of New Orleans, earlier than on those of New York--notwithstanding the advantage which the latter has in Atlantic steamers: and, what is more, the coat and hat of the New Orleanois will be of better fabric, and costlier materials, than that of the New Yorker. The Creole cares little for expense: he clothes himself in the best--the finest linen that loom can produce; the finest cloth that can be fabricated. Hats are worn costing twenty-five dollars apiece; and the bills of a tailor of the Rue Royale would astonish even a customer of Stultz. I have myself some recollection of a twelve guinea coat, made me by one of these Transatlantic artists; but I remember also that _it was a coat_.

New Orleans, then, may fairly claim to be considered a metropolis; and, among its many t.i.tles there is one which it enjoys _par excellence_, that is, in being the head-quarters of the _duello_. In no other part of America, nor haply in the world either, are there so many personal encounters--nowhere is the sword so often drawn, or the pistol aimed, in single combat, as among the fiery spirits of the "Crescent City."

Scarcely a week pa.s.ses without an "affair;" and too often, through the sombre forest of Pontchartrain, borne upon the still morning air, may be heard the quick responsive detonations that betoken a hostile meeting-- perhaps the last moments of some n.o.ble but misguided youth.

I have said that nearly every week witnesses such a scene--I am writing of the present. Were I to speak of the past, I should have to make a slight alteration in my phraseology. Were I to use the phrase, "nearly every day," it would not invalidate the truth of my a.s.sertion; and that of a period not yet twenty years gone by.

At that time a duel, or a street fight--one or the other--was a diurnal occurrence: and the notoriety of either ended almost with the hour in which it came off.

It was difficult for a man of spirit to keep his hand clear of these embroglios; and even elderly respectable men--men, married and with grown-up families--were not exempted from duelling, but were expected to turn out and fight, if but the slightest insult were offered them.

Of course a stranger, ignorant of the customs of the place, and used to a society where a little liberal "larking" was allowed, would there soon be cured of his propensity for practical jokes.

But even a sober-minded individual could not always steer himself so as to escape an adventure. For myself, without being at all of a pugnacious disposition, I came very nigh tumbling into an "affair"

within twenty-four hours after my first landing in New Orleans; and a friend, who was my companion, actually _did_ take the field.

The circ.u.mstance is scarcely worth relating--and, perhaps, it would be better, both for my friend and myself if it were left untold.

But there is a dramatic necessity in the revelation. The incident introduced me to the princ.i.p.al characters of the little drama I have essayed to set forth; and the circ.u.mstances of this introduction--odd though they were--are required to elucidate the "situation."

I love the sea, but hate sea-travelling. I never "go down to it in s.h.i.+ps" but with great reluctance, and from sheer necessity. My fellow-voyager felt exactly as I did--both of us were alike weary of the sea. What was our joy, then, when, after a voyage ranging nearly from pole to equator--after being "cabined, cribbed, and confined" for a period of three months--buffeted by billows, and broiled amid long-continued calms--we beheld the promised land around the mouths of the mighty Mississippi!

The dove that escaped from the Ark was not more eager to set its claws upon a branch, than we to plant our feet upon _terra firma_.

The treeless waste did not terrify us. Swamp as it was, and is, we should have preferred landing in its midst to staying longer aboard, had a boat been at our service.

As there was none, we were compelled to endure the tedious up-stream navigation of one hundred miles, before our eyes finally rested upon the s.h.i.+ning cupola of the Saint Charles.

Then we could endure the s.h.i.+p no longer; and our importunities having produced their effects upon the kindly old skipper, two stout tars were ordered into the gig, and myself and companion were rapidly "shot" upon the bank.

It is not easy to describe the pleasurable sensations one has at such a moment; but if you can fancy how a bird might feel on escaping from its cage, you may have a very good idea of how we felt on getting clear of our s.h.i.+p.

We were still several miles below New Orleans; but a wide road wended in the direction of the city, running along the crest of a great embankment, known as the "Levee," and taking this road for our guide, we started forward towards the town.

Story 2, Chapter II.

SCENE IN A DRINKING SALOON.

We pa.s.sed plantations of sugar-cane, and admired the houses in which their owners dwelt--handsome villas, embowered amid orange groves, and shaded with Persian lilacs and magnolias.

We might have entertained the desire to enter one or other of these luxuriant retreats, but, under the circ.u.mstances, there was neither hope nor prospect, and we continued on.

As we advanced up the road, other houses were encountered--some of a less inhospitable character. These were _cabarets_ and _cafes_, that, with their coloured bottles and sparkling gla.s.ses, their open fronts and cool shaded corridors, were too tempting to be pa.s.sed.

There was a sweetness about these novel potations of "claret sangarees"

and "juleps," fragrant with the smell of mint and pines--an attractive aroma--that could not be repelled, especially by one escaping from the stench of raw rum and s.h.i.+p's bilge water.

Neither my companion nor I had the strength to resist their seductive influence; and, giving way to it, we called at more than one _cabaret_, and tasted of more than one strange mixture. In fine, we became merry.

The sun was already low when we landed; and before we had entered the suburbs of the city, his disc had disappeared behind the dark belt of cypress forest that bounds the western horizon.

The street lamps were alight, glimmering but dimly, and at long intervals from each other; but a little afterwards a light glistened in our eyes more brilliant and attractive.

Through a large open folding-door was disclosed the interior of one of those magnificent drinking "saloons," for which the "Crescent City" is so celebrated. The sheen of a thousand sparkling objects--of gla.s.ses, bottles, and mirrors ranged around the walls--produced an effect gorgeous and dazzling. To our eyes it appeared the interior of an enchanted palace--a cave of Aladdin.

We were just in the mood to explore it; and, without further ado, we stepped across the threshold; and approaching the "bar," over a snow-white sanded floor, we demanded a brace of fresh juleps.

What followed I do not pretend to detail, with any degree of exactness.

I have a confused remembrance of drinking in the midst of a crowd of men--most of them bearded, and of foreign aspect. The language was that of Babel, in which French predominated; and the varied costumes betokened a miscellaneous convention of different trades and professions. Numbers of them had the "cut" and air of sea-faring men-- skippers of merchant vessels--while others were landsmen, traders, or small planters; and not a few were richly and fas.h.i.+onably dressed as gentlemen--real or counterfeit, I could not tell which.

My companion--a jolly young Hibernian--like myself, just escaped from the cloisters of _Alma Mater_, soon got _en rapport_ with these strangers. Hospitable fellows they appeared; and in the twinkling of an eye we were drinking and clinking gla.s.ses, as if we had fallen among a batch of old friends or playmates!

There was one individual who attracted my notice. This may have arisen partly from the fact that he was more a.s.siduous in his attentions to us than any of the rest; but there was also something distinctive in the style of the man.

He was a young man, apparently about twenty years of age, but with all the _ton_ and air of a person of thirty--a precocity to be attributed partly to clime, and partly to the habitudes of New Orleans life. He was of medium size; with regular features, well and sharply outlined; his complexion was brunette, with an olive tinge; and his hair black, luxuriant, and wavy. His moustaches were dark and well defined, slightly curling at the tips. He was handsome, until you met the glance of his eye. In that there was something repellent; though why, it would be difficult to say. The expression was cold and animal. A slight scar along the prominence of his cheek was noticeable; and might have been received in an encounter with rapiers, or from the blade of a knife.

This young man was elegantly attired. His dress consisted of a claret-coloured dress-coat, of finest cloth, with gilt b.u.t.tons, and satin-lined skirts--a vest of spotless _Ma.r.s.eilles_--black inexpressibles--white linen _bootees_--and a Paris hat. A s.h.i.+rt ruffled with finest cambric, both at the bosom and sleeves, completed his costume.

To-day, and in the streets of London, this would appear the costume of a sn.o.b. Not so there and then. The dress described, with slight variations as to cut and colour, was the usual morning habit of a New Orleans gentleman--that is, his winter habit. In summer, white linen, or "nankeen" upon his body, and the costly "Panama" on his head.

I have been particular in describing this young fellow, as I afterwards ascertained that he was the type of a cla.s.s which at that time abounded in New Orleans--most of them of French or Spanish origin--the descendants of the ruined planters of Haiti; or a later importation--the sons of the refugees whom revolution had expelled from Mexico and South America.

Of these the "Crescent City" contained a legion--most of them being without visible means--too lazy to work, too proud to beg--das.h.i.+ng adventurers, who, in elegant attire, appeared around the tables of "c.r.a.ps" and "Kino;" in the grand hotels and exchanges; at the public b.a.l.l.s; and not unfrequently in the best private company--for, at this time, the "society" of the "Crescent City" was far from being scrupulous or exacting. So long as a gentleman's cloth and cambric were _en regle_, no one speculated as to whether his tailor was contented, or his _blanchisseuse_ had given him a discharge for her little account.

The New Orleanois pride themselves on minding their own affairs; and indeed there is some justice in their claim. Moreover, the role of the meddler is not without danger among these people; and even the half-proscribed adventurers of whom I have spoken, though not disdaining to live by _cards_, were ever ready to exchange one with the man who would cast the slightest slur upon their respectability.

Of just such a "kidney" was the individual we had met; though, of course, at that first interview, I was not aware of it. I was then little skilled in reading character from the physiognomy, and yet I remember that the glance of this young fellow, notwithstanding his polite attentions, produced an unpleasant impression upon me; and some instinct whispered to me that, despite his elegant attire and fine bearing, our new acquaintance _was not exactly a gentleman_.

My companion seemed more pleased with him than I was. I confess, however, that he had drunk deeper, and was far less capable of forming a judgment. As I turned away to converse with another of the strangers, I noticed the two--the Hibernian and the Frenchman--standing close together, champagne gla.s.ses in hand, and _hobn.o.bbing_ in the most fraternal manner.

Ten minutes might have elapsed before I faced round again. When I did so, it was in consequence of some loud words that were uttered behind me, and in which I recognised the voice of my friend, speaking in an angry and excited tone. The words were:--

"Yes, sir! it's gone--and, by Jaysus, _you_ took it!"

"Pardon, Monsieur!"

"Pardon, indeed!--you've got my watch--you've _stolen it_, sir!"

Almost simultaneously with this unexpected accusation, I heard a loud, fierce "_sacr-r-re_" from the Frenchman, followed instantly by a sharp metallic click, as of a pistol being c.o.c.ked; and as soon as I could get my eyes fairly upon the disputing parties, I beheld a somewhat frightful _tableau_.

My friend was standing close to the bar, pointing with one hand to the broken guard of his watch, which dangled loosely over the lapels of his waistcoat. His face was towards me, and from his gestures, as well as from the words he had uttered, I could see that some one had made free with his chronometer, and that he believed the thief to be the _elegant_ already described.

The latter was between me and the Hibernian, and, as he stood facing his accuser, I could as yet see only his back.

But the suspicious "click" I had heard, caused me to step hastily to one side; and this brought me in sight of the ugly weapon poised in the fellow's hand, with its muzzle pointed directly at the head of my fellow-voyager, who, seemingly taken by surprise, was making no effort to get out of the way!

All this had pa.s.sed within a second of time.