_ One _ DREAMS Night fell .
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
? "
"
Old Miss 21
' 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 .