The red waters of
the swamp 0
grew sinister and sullen .
The tall pines lost their slimness and stood in wide blurred blotches all across the way , and a great shadowy bird arose , wheeled and melted , murmuring , into the black-green sky .
The boy 1
wearily dropped his 1
heavy bundle and stood still , listening as the voice of crickets split the shadows and made the silence audible .
A tear wandered down his 1
brown cheek .
They 2
were at supper now , he 1
whispered -- the father 3
and old mother 4
, away back yonder beyond the night .
They 2
were far away ; they 2
would never be as near as once they 2
had been , for he 1
had stepped into the world 5
.
And the cat and Old Billy 6
-- ah , but the world 5
was a lonely thing , so wide and tall and empty !
And so bare , so bitter bare !
Somehow he 1
had never dreamed of the world 5
as lonely before ; he 1
had fared forth to beckoning hands and luring , and to the eager hum of human voices , as of some great , swelling music .
Yet now he 1
was alone ; the empty night was closing all about him 1
here 7
in a strange land 7
, and he 1
was afraid .
The bundle with his 1
earthly treasure had hung heavy and heavier on his 1
shoulder ; his 1
little horde of money was tightly wadded in his 1
sock , and the school 8
lay hidden somewhere far away in the shadows .
He 1
wondered how far it 8
was ; he 1
looked and harkened , starting at his 1
own heartbeats , and fearing more and more the long dark fingers of the night .
Then of a sudden up from the darkness came music .
It was human music , but of a wildness and a weirdness that startled the boy 1
as it fluttered and danced across the dull red waters of the swamp 0
.
He 1
hesitated , then impelled by some strange power , left the highway 9
and slipped into the forest of
the swamp 0
10 , shrinking , yet following the song hungrily and half forgetting his 1
fear .
A harsher , shriller note struck in as of many and ruder voices ; but above it flew the first sweet music , birdlike , abandoned , and the boy 1
crept closer .
The cabin 11
crouched ragged and black at the edge of black waters 12
.
An old chimney leaned drunkenly against it 11
, raging with fire and smoke , while through the chinks winked red gleams of warmth and wild cheer .
With a revel of shouting and noise , the music suddenly ceased .
Hoarse staccato cries and peals of laughter shook the old hut 11
, and as the boy 1
stood there peering through the black trees , abruptly the door flew open and a flood of light illumined the wood .
Amid this mighty halo , as on clouds of flame , a girl 13
was dancing .
She 13
was black , and lithe , and tall , and willowy .
Her 13
garments twined and flew around the delicate moulding of her 13
dark , young , half-naked limbs .
A heavy mass of hair clung motionless to her 13
wide forehead .
Her 13
arms twirled and flickered , and body and soul seemed quivering and whirring in the poetry of her 13
motion .
As she 13
danced she 13
sang .
He 1
heard her 13
voice as before , fluttering like a bird 's in the full sweetness of her 13
utter music .
It was no tune nor melody , it was just formless , boundless music .
The boy 1
forgot himself 1
and all the world 14
besides .
All his 1
darkness was sudden light ; dazzled he 1
crept forward , bewildered , fascinated , until with one last wild whirl the elf-girl 13
paused .
The crimson light fell full upon the warm and velvet bronze of her 13
face -- her 13
midnight eyes were aglow , her 13
full purple lips apart , her 13
half hid bosom panting , and all the music dead .
Involuntarily the boy 1
gave a gasping cry and awoke to swamp 0
and night and fire , while a white face , drawn , red-eyed , peered outward from some hidden throng within the cabin 11
.
" Who 's that ? " a harsh voice cried .
" Where ? "
" Who is it ? " and pale crowding faces blurred the light .
The boy 1
wheeled blindly and fled in terror stumbling through the swamp 0
, hearing strange sounds and feeling stealthy creeping hands and arms and whispering voices .
On he 1
toiled in mad haste , struggling toward the road 9
and losing it 9
until finally beneath the shadows of a mighty oak he 1
sank exhausted .
There he 1
lay a while trembling and at last drifted into dreamless sleep .
It was morning when he 1
awoke and threw a startled glance upward to the twisted branches of the oak that bent above , sifting down sunshine on his 1
brown face and close curled hair .
Slowly he 1
remembered the loneliness , the fear and wild running through the dark .
He 1
laughed in the bold courage of day and stretched himself 1
.
Then suddenly he 1
bethought him 1
again of that vision of the night -- the waving arms and flying limbs of the girl 13
, and her 13
great black eyes looking into the night and calling him 1
.
He 1
could hear her 13
now , and hear that wondrous savage music .
Had it been real ?
Had he 1
dreamed ?
Or had it been some witch-vision of the night , come to tempt and lure him 1
to his 1
undoing ?
Where was that black and flaming cabin 11
?
Where was the girl 13
-- the soul that had called
him 1
24 ?
_ She 13
_ must have been real ; she 13
had to live and dance and sing ; he 1
must again look into the mystery of her 13
great eyes .
And he 1
sat up in sudden determination , and , lo !
gazed straight into the very eyes of his 1
dreaming .
She 13
sat not four feet from him 1
, leaning against the great tree , her 13
eyes now languorously abstracted , now alert and quizzical with mischief .
She 13
seemed but half-clothed , and her 13
warm , dark flesh peeped furtively through the rent gown ; her 13
thick , crisp hair was frowsy and rumpled , and the long curves of her 13
bare young arms gleamed in the morning sunshine , glowing with vigor and life .
A little mocking smile came and sat upon her 13
lips .
" What you 1
run for ? " she 13
asked , with dancing mischief in her 13
eyes .
" Because -- " he 1
hesitated , and his 1
cheeks grew hot .
" I 13
knows , " she 13
said , with impish glee , laughing low music .
" Why ? " he 1
challenged , sturdily .
" You 1
was a-feared . "
He 1
bridled .
" Well , I 1
reckon you 13
'd be a-feared if you 1
was caught out in the black dark all alone . "
" Pooh ! " she 13
scoffed and hugged her 13
knees .
" Pooh !
I 13
've stayed out all alone heaps o ' nights . "
He 1
looked at her 13
with a curious awe .
" I 1
do n't believe you 13
, " he 1
asserted ; but she 13
tossed her 13
head and her 13
eyes grew scornful .
" Who 's a-feared of the dark ?
I 13
love night . "
Her 13
eyes grew soft .
He 1
watched her 13
silently , till , waking from her 13
daydream , she 13
abruptly asked : " Where you 1
from ? "
" Georgia 15
. "
" Where 's that ? "
He 1
looked at her 13
in surprise , but she 13
seemed matter-of-fact .
" It 15
's away over yonder , " he 1
answered .
" Behind where the sun comes up ? "
" Oh , no ! "
" Then it 15
ai n't so far , " she 13
declared .
" I 13
knows where the sun rises , and I 13
knows where it sets . "
She 13
looked up at its gleaming splendor glinting through the leaves , and , noting its height , announced abruptly : " I 13
' se hungry . "
" So 'm I 1
, " answered the boy 1
, fumbling at his 1
bundle ; and then , timidly : " Will you 13
eat with me 1
? "
" Yes , " she 13
said , and watched him 1
with eager eyes .
Untying the strips of cloth , he 1
opened his 1
box , and disclosed chicken and biscuits , ham and corn-bread .
She 13
clapped her 13
hands in glee .
" Is there any water near ? " he 1
asked .
Without a word , she 13
bounded up and flitted off like a brown bird , gleaming dull-golden in the sun , glancing in and out among the trees , till she 13
paused above a tiny black pool 16
, and then came tripping and swaying back with hands held cupwise and dripping with cool water .
" Drink , " she 13
cried .
Obediently he 1
bent over the little hands that seemed so soft and thin .
He 1
took a deep draught ; and then to drain the last drop , his 1
hands touched hers and the shock of flesh first meeting flesh startled them 17
both , while the water rained through .
A moment their 17
eyes looked deep into each other 's -- a timid , startled gleam in hers ; a wonder in his 1
.
Then she 13
said dreamily : " We 17
' se known us 17
all our 17
lives , and -- before , ai n't we 17
? "
He 1
hesitated .
" Ye -- es -- I 1
reckon , " he 1
slowly returned .
And then , brightening , he 1
asked gayly : " And we 17
'll be friends 18
always , wo n't we 17
? "
" Yes , " she 13
said at last , slowly and solemnly , and another brief moment they 17
stood still .
Then the mischief danced in her 13
eyes , and a song bubbled on her 13
lips .
She 13
hopped to the tree .
" Come -- eat ! " she 13
cried .
And they 17
nestled together amid the big black roots of the oak , laughing and talking while they 17
ate .
" What 's over there ? " he 1
asked pointing northward .
" Cresswell 20
's big house
19 . "
" And yonder to the west ? "
" The school 8
. "
He 1
started joyfully .
" The school 8
!
What school 8
? "
" . "
" Miss Smith 22
's school
8 ? "
" Yes . "
The tone was disdainful .
" Why , that 's where I 1
'm going .
I 1
was a-feared it 8
was a long way off ; I 1
must have passed it 8
in the night . "
" I 13
hate it ! " cried the girl 13
, her 13
lips tense .
" But I 1
'll be so near , " he 1
explained .
" And why do you 13
hate it ? "
" Yes -- you 1
'll be near , " she 13
admitted ; " that 'll be nice ; but -- " she 13
glanced westward , and the fierce look faded .
Soft joy crept to her 13
face again , and she 13
sat once more dreaming .
" Yon way 's nicest , " she 13
said .
" Why , what 's there 23
? "
" The swamp 0
, " she 13
said mysteriously .
" And what 's beyond the swamp 0
? "
She 13
crouched beside him 1
and whispered in eager , tense tones : " Dreams ! "
He 1
looked at her 13
, puzzled .