The Carter Girls Part 17

Lewis, over at the men's tent, made a mental note that he must go out with a gun early in the morning and try to shoot that screech owl.

Bill, whose pa.s.sion next to soldiering was base ball, muttered an unintelligible something about: "Ball two! Strike one! Rotten umpire!"

Oscar heard it, and remembering the terrible tales Josh had been telling, drew his blanket up close over his wool. "Walls don't keep hants out no better'n canvas, but all the same I'd like to know they was somethin' more substantiated around this n.i.g.g.e.r than jist a dog tent.

I's gonter git some cotton to stuff in my years 'ginst anudder night,"

he said to himself.

"Help! Help!" again rang out. "The debble is got me! Gawd in Hebben help me!"

"Susan!" gasped the three older girls. They were out of their cots and into kimonos by the help of a flash light Helen had under her pillow, before the call came again. The three-quarter moon had set but the stars gave light enough for them to see the two young men in full tilt, coming to their a.s.sistance, rifles in hand and striped bath gowns flapping around bare legs.

"Help! My sweet Gawd, help!"

Miss Somerville had more fear of germs than anything else, so slept with her door wide open. Being a very thorough person in anything she undertook whether it was solitaire, knitting scarves, chaperoning or sleeping, Miss Somerville was now sleeping with all her might. She had pitched her--what would be called a snore in a plebeian person, but we will call it her breathing,--she had pitched her breathing in harmony with the tree frogs and katydids and was now hitting off a very pretty tune.

Up the chicken steps the young folks trooped, Lewis in front with the flash light, Miss Somerville still sleeping the sleep of the virtuous and just. Poor Susan was lying on her shelf-like bed, her head covered up, having emerged only for yelling purposes and then quickly covering herself again. Her great feet were sticking out at the bottom and on them were perched three large hornets, stinging at their ease. A kerosene lamp, turned down too low and smelling at an unseemly rate, was on the box that served as a table. The windows were tightly closed because of her weak lungs and the air could almost have been cut with its combination of odors, cheap-scented soap, musk and just plain Susan.

"Susan, Susan! What is the matter?" demanded Douglas.

"Oh, little Mistis! That English hant has got me by the toe. I was expecting him after what that there po' white boy done tol' me, but I thought maybe he would be held off by Miss Lizzie Somerville. Hants ain't likely to worry the quality."

"Nonsense, Susan, nothing has you by the toe," said Helen sternly. "You must have had nightmare."

"But look at the hornets!" exclaimed Nan. "Why, the room is full of them."

Then such an opening of windows and tumbling down that trap door as ensued! Susan had bounced out of bed to join them, regardless of the young men, but since she was enveloped in a high-necked, very thick pink outing flannel gown she was really more clothed than any of them.

"I'd fight 'em if I had on more clothes," declared Bill, as he landed on the floor below.

"Ouch! One got me on the s.h.i.+n then," from Lewis.

"One's down my neck!" squealed Helen.

"Shut the trap door so they won't disturb Cousin Lizzie," commanded Douglas.

They got out of doors without Miss Somerville's even dropping a st.i.tch from the raveled sleeve of care she was so industriously knitting. "You could almost two-step to it," drawled Nan, nursing a stung finger.

Bill went off into one of his uncontrollable bursts of laughter and the peaceful sleeper stirred.

"Shh! Bill, you must dry up," warned Lewis. "I'll get out another cot and Susan can finish the night in Aunt Lizzie's room."

"Oh, Mr. Lewis, please don't make me go back in yonder. The debble will git me sho next time. I's safter out under the ferment of the stars."

"You can come into our tent, Susan," said Helen kindly. "We are not going to have you scared to death." So the extra cot was brought and room was made for the poor, trembling vision in pink outing flannel.

"Tell us what it was that got you scared," asked Nan when they had once more settled themselves and the young men had gone back to their quarters, much relieved at the way things had turned out.

"Well, that there low-flung Josh was tellin' me 'bout a English hant what had suffered with a buzzin' an' roarin' in his haid ter that extent he done los' his reason an' one dark night he up'n kilt hissef.

An' they do say that the po' man still ain't got no rest from the buzzin' an' he hants these parts, and sometimes them what is 'dicted ter hants kin hear de buzzin' and roarin', 'cause even though the hant is laid the buzzin' an' roarin' roams the mountings lak a lost soul. Whin I gits in the baid, I was plum tuckered out so I didn' wase no time but was soon sleepin' the sleep that falls alike on the jest an' the onjest.

I wuck up with a smotherin' feelin'."

"I should think you would, with not a bit of air in your room!"

"I wuck up, as I say, kinder smotherin' like an' then I hears the English hant as plain as day. Bzzzz! Bzzzz! Brrrr! Brrrr! 'My Gawd,'

says I, 'pertect me.' I tun over in the baid an' then the buzzin'

sounded lak the rus.h.i.+n' of mighty water. 'Mebbe he will pa.s.s on by me an' go to Uncle Oscar,' thinks I. 'He was the one what scoffed at Josh's tellin' of the tale.' I kivered my haid an' then that hant got me by the toe."

"But, Susan," laughed Douglas, "of course you know it was a hornet that had you by the toe."

"You mought think it, Miss Douglas, but hants is powerful slick the way they kin change theysefs ter natural things. That debble jes' changed ter hornesses ter mysterfy all of you white folks. He was a debble hant up ter the physological moment all of you appeared. I knows lots about hants from my books."

"Well, I know a lot about hornets from experience," said Helen, trying to reach the stung place between her shoulders.

"Me, too," drawled Nan. "My finger is twice its natural size."

"Well, let's all of us go to sleep now," said Douglas. "You are not afraid in here, are you, Susan?"

"No'm----" and the girl was off asleep in less time than it had taken her to arouse most of the campers.

"Helen," whispered Douglas, "I am afraid Josh is responsible for the hornets. It sounds as though he had prepared his way to scare Susan by telling the ghost story first."

"I am afraid it is so. We will have to see to that youngster."

"I think Lewis can handle him. I'll ask him in the morning. In the meantime, I will tell Susan not to mention the 'hants' and maybe Josh will give himself away with curiosity."

It was a hard task her young mistresses had set Susan.

"Thain't nothin' 'tall ter hants if you cyarn't tell about 'em," she grumbled.

"Well, just wait a day, Susan, and then you can tell all you've a mind to."

At breakfast that morning Miss Somerville complained that her rest had been very much broken but that she had slept much better than she had ever expected to.

"I am at best a light sleeper," she remarked. "The smallest thing disturbs me. Now I distinctly heard Mr. Tinsley laugh, although he must have been in his own tent."

This was too much for poor Bill, who went off into one of his specialties.

"I'd ruther to laugh like that than sing like Robinson Crusoe in the victrola," said Bobby. "I kin holler real loud but I ain't nothin' of a big laugher. Josh, he don't make no noise 'tall when he laughs. He jist shakes his innards. He was shakin' em this morning 'cause Susan said she had a bee sting on her toe, the reason she is a-limpin' so."

Helen and Douglas exchanged glances with the young men, whom they had informed of their suspicions regarding the humorous Josh.

"Douglas," said Miss Somerville, "I can't see why Bobby should use the language of a negro. He is quite old enough to begin to speak properly."

"Well, you see, Cousin Lizzie, he is really nothing but a baby, and Mother and Father have never corrected him because Father said he would drop it soon enough and he thinks it is so amusing."

"Baby, your grandmother! I am 'most a man an' Josh is goin' ter learn me how to say we uns an' you uns like he does. He says his teacher an'

Gwen is tryin' to make him talk properer, but he ain't goin' to talk no way but what his four bears talks. I wish I had four bears what could talk. I forgot to ask Josh to tell me about them bears but I will, some time."