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“But； Tom； they might fire at us from behind the rocks；” said Marks。 “That would be ugly； you know。”
“Ugh！” said Tom； with a sneer。 “Always for saving your skin； Marks！ No danger！ niggers are too plaguy scared！”
“I don’t know why I shouldn’t save my skin；” said Marks。 “It’s the best I’ve got； and niggers do fight like the devil； sometimes。”
At this moment； George appeared on the top of a rock above them； and； speaking in a calm； clear voice； said；
“Gentlemen； who are you； down there； and what do you want？”
“We want a party of runaway niggers；” said Tom Loker。 “One George Harris； and Eliza Harris； and their son； and Jim Selden； and an old woman。 We’ve got the officers； here； and a warrant to take ’em； and we’re going to have ’em； too。 D’ye hear？ An’t you George Harris； that belongs to Mr。 Harris； of Shelby county； Kentucky？”
“I am George Harris。 A Mr。 Harris； of Kentucky； did call me his property。 But now I’m a free man； standing on God’s free soil； and my wife and my child I claim as mine。 Jim and his mother are here。 We have arms to defend ourselves； and we mean to do it。 You can come up； if you like； but the first one of you that comes within the range of our bullets is a dead man； and the next； and the next； and so on till the last。”
“O； come！ come！” said a short； puffy man； stepping forward； and blowing his nose as he did so。 “Young man； this an’t no kind of talk at all for you。 You see； we’re officers of justice。 We’ve got the law on our side； and the power； and so forth； so you’d better give up peaceably； you see； for you’ll certainly have to give up； at last。”
“I know very well that you’ve got the law on your side； and the power；” said George； bitterly。 “You mean to take my wife to sell in New Orleans； and put my boy like a calf in a trader’s pen； and send Jim’s old mother to the brute that whipped and abused her before； because he couldn’t abuse her son。 You want to send Jim and me back to be whipped and tortured； and ground down under the heels of them that you call masters； and your laws will bear you out in it；—more shame for you and them！ But you haven’t got us。 We don’t own your laws； we don’t own your country； we stand here as free； under God’s sky； as you are； and； by the great God that made us； we’ll fight for our liberty till we die。”
George stood out in fair sight； on the top of the rock； as he made his declaration of independence； the glow of dawn gave a flush to his swarthy cheek； and bitter indignation and despair gave fire to his dark eye； and； as if appealing from man to the justice of God； he raised his hand to heaven as he spoke。
If it had been only a Hungarian youth； now bravely defending in some mountain fastness the retreat of fugitives escaping from Austria into America； this would have been sublime heroism； but as it was a youth of African descent； defending the retreat of fugitives through America into Canada； of course we are too well instructed and patriotic to see any heroism in it； and if any of our readers do； they must do it on their own private responsibility。 When despairing Hungarian fugitives make their way； against all the search…warrants and authorities of their lawful government； to America； press and political cabinet ring with applause and welcome。 When despairing African fugitives do the same thing；—it is—what is it？
Be it as it may； it is certain that the attitude； eye； voice； manner； of the speaker for a moment struck the party below to silence。 There is something in boldness and determination that for a time hushes even the rudest nature。 Marks was the only one who remained wholly untouched。 He was deliberately cocking his pistol； and； in the momentary silence that followed George’s speech； he fired at him。
“Ye see ye get jist as much for him dead as alive in Kentucky；” he said coolly； as he wiped his pistol on his coat…sleeve。
George sprang backward；—Eliza uttered a shriek；—the ball had passed close to his hair； had nearly grazed the cheek of his wife； and struck in the tree above。
“It’s nothing； Eliza；” said George； quickly。
“Thee’d better keep out of sight； with thy speechifying；” said Phineas； “they’re mean scamps。”
“Now； Jim；” said George； “look that your pistols are all right； and watch that pass with me。 The first man that shows himself I fire at； you take the second； and so on。 It won’t do； you know； to waste two shots on one。”
“But what if you don’t hit？”
“I shall hit；” said George； coolly。
“Good！ now； there’s stuff in that fellow；” muttered Phineas； between his teeth。
The party below； after Marks had fired； stood； for a moment； rather undecided。
“I think you must have hit some on ’em；” said one of the men。 “I heard a squeal！”
“I’m going right up for one；” said Tom。 “I never was afraid of niggers； and I an’t going to be now。 Who goes after？” he said； springing up the rocks。
George heard the words distinctly。 He drew up his pistol； examined it； pointed it towards that point in the defile where the first man would appear。
One of the most courageous of the party followed Tom； and； the way being thus made； the whole party began pushing up the rock；—the hindermost pushing the front ones faster than they would have gone of themselves。 On they came； and in a moment the burly form of Tom appeared in sight； almost at the verge of the chasm。
George fired；—the shot entered his side；—but； though wounded； he would not retreat； but； with a yell like that of a mad bull； he was leaping right across the chasm into the party。
“Friend；” said Phineas； suddenly stepping to the front； and meeting him with a push from his long arms； “thee isn’t wanted here。”
Down he fell into the chasm； crackling down among trees； bushes； logs； loose stones； till he lay bruised and groaning thirty feet below。 The fall might have killed him； had it not been broken and moderated by his clothes catching in the branches of a large tree； but he came down with some force； however；—more than was at all agreeable or convenient。
“Lord help us； they are perfect devils！” said Marks； heading the retreat down the rocks with much more of a will than he had joined the ascent； while all the party came tumbling precipitately after him；—the fat constable； in particular； blowing and puffing in a very energetic manner。
“I say； fellers；” said Marks； “you jist go round and pick up Tom； there； while I run and get on to my horse to go back for help；—that’s you；” and； without minding the hootings and jeers of his company； Marks was as good as his word； and was soon seen galloping away。
“Was ever such a sneaking varmint？” said one of the men； “to come on his business； and he clear out and leave us this yer way！”
“Well； we must pick up that feller；” said another。 “Cuss me if I much care whether he is dead or alive。”
The men； led by the groans of Tom； scrambled and crackled through stumps； logs and bushes； to where that hero lay groaning and swearing with alternate vehemence。
“Ye keep it agoing pretty loud； Tom；” said one。 “Ye much hurt？”
“Don’t know。 Get me up； can’t ye？ Blast that infernal Quaker！ If it hadn’t been for him； I’d a pitched some on ’em down here； to see how they liked it。”
With much labor and groaning； the fallen hero was assisted to rise； and； with one holding him up under each shoulder； they got him as far as the horses。
“If you could only get me a mile back to that ar tavern。 Give me a handkerchief or something； to stuff into this place； and stop this infernal bleeding。”
George looked over the rocks； and saw them trying to lift the burly form of Tom into the saddle。 After two or three ineffectual attempts； he reeled； and fell heavily to the ground。
“O； I hope he isn’t killed！” said Eliza； who； with all the party； stood watching the proceeding。
“Why not？” said Phineas； “serves him right。”
“Because after death comes the judgment；” said Eliza。
“Yes；” said the old woman； who had been groaning and praying； in her Methodist fashion； during all the encounter； “it’s an awful case for the poor crittur’s soul。”
“On my word； they’re leaving him； I do believe；” said Phineas。
It was true； for after some appearance of irresolution and consultation； the whole party got on their horses and rode away。 When they were quite out of sight； Phineas began to bestir himself。
“Well； we must go down and walk a piece；” he said。 “I told Michael to go forward and bring help； and be along back here with the wagon； but we shall have to walk a piece along the road； I reckon； to meet them。 The Lord grant he be along soon！ It’s early in the day； there won’t be much travel afoot yet a while； we an’t much more than two miles from our stopping…place。 If the road hadn’t been so rough last night； we could have outrun ’em entirely。”
As the party neared the fence； they discovered in the distance； along the road； their own wagon coming back； acomompanied by some men on horseback。
“Well； now； there’s Michael； and Stephen and Amariah；” exclaimed Phineas； joyfully。 “Now we are made—as safe as if we’d got there。”
“Well； do stop； then；” said Eliza； “and do something for that poor man； he’s groaning dreadfully。”
“It would be no more than Christian；” said George； “let’s take him up and carry him on。”
“And doctor him up among the Quakers！” said Phineas； “pretty well； that！ Well； I don’t care if we do。 Here； let’s have a look at him；” and Phineas； who in the course of his hunting and backwoods life had acquired some rude experience of surgery； kneeled down by the wounded man； and began a careful examination of his condition。
“Marks；” said Tom； feebly； “is that you； Marks？”
“No； I reckon ’tan’t friend；” said Phineas。 “Much Marks cares for thee； if his own skin’s safe。 He’s off； long ago。”
“I believe I’m done for；” said Tom。 “The cussed sneaking dog； to leave me to die alone！ My poor old mother always told me ’t would be so。”
“La sakes！ jist hear the poor crittur。 He’s got a mammy； now；” said the old negress。 “I can’t help kinder pityin’ on him。”
“Softly； softly； don’t thee snap and snarl； friend；” said Phineas； as Tom winced and pushed his hand away。 “Thee has no chance； unless I stop the bleeding。” And Phineas busied himself with making some off…hand surgical arrangements with his own pocket…handkerchief； and such as could be mustered in the company。
“You pushed me down there；” said Tom； faintly。
“Well if I hadn’t thee would have pushed us down； thee sees；” said Phineas； as he stooped to apply his bandage。 “There； there；—let me fix this bandage。 We mean well to thee； we bear no malice。 Thee shall be taken to a house where they’ll nurse thee first rate； well as thy own mother could。”
Tom groaned； and shut his eyes。 In men of his class； vigor and resolution are entirely a physical matter； and ooze out with the flowing of the blood； and the gigantic fellow really looked piteous in his helplessness。
The other party now came up。 The seats were taken out of the wagon。 The buffalo…skins； doubled in fours； were spread all along one side； and four men； with great difficulty； lifted the heavy form of Tom into it。 Before he was gotten in； he fainted entirely。 The old negress； in the abundance of her compassion； sat down on the bottom； and took his head in her lap。 Eliza； George and Jim； bestowed themselves； as well as they could； in the remaining space and the whole party set forward。
“What do you think of him？” said George； who sat by Phineas in front。
“Well it’s only a pretty deep flesh…wound； but； then； tumbling and scratching down that place didn’t help him much。 It has bled pretty freely；—pretty much dreaned him out； courage and all；—but he’ll get over it； and may be learn a thing or two by it。”
“I’m glad to hear you say so；” said George。 “It would always be a heavy thought to me； if I’d caused his death； even in a just cause。”
“Yes；” said Phineas； “killing is an ugly operation； any way they’ll fix it；—man or beast。 I’ve seen a buck that was shot down and a dying； look that way on a feller with his eye； that it reely most made a feller feel wicked for killing on him； and human creatures is a more serious consideration yet； bein’； as thy wife says； that the judgment comes to ’em after death。 So