The Land
Colonel Cresswell started all the more grimly to overthrow the new work at the school because somewhere down beneath his heart a pity and a wonder were stirring; pity at the perfectly useless struggle to raise the unraisable, a wonder at certain signs of rising. But it was impossible‚ÅÝ‚Äîand unthinkable, even if possible. So he squared his jaw and cheated Zora deliberately in the matter of the cut timber. He placed every obstacle in the way of getting tenants for the school land. Here Johnson, the ‚Äúfaithful nigger,‚Äù was of incalculable assistance. He was among the first to hear the call for prospective tenants.
The meeting was in the big room of Zora’s house, and Aunt Rachel came early with her cheery voice and smile which faded so quickly to lines of sorrow and despair, and then twinkled back again. After her hobbled old Sykes. Fully a half-hour later Rob hurried in.
‚ÄúJohnson,‚Äù he informed the others, ‚Äúhas sneaked over to Cresswell‚Äôs to tell of this meeting. We ought to beat that nigger up.‚Äù But Zora asked him about the new baby, and he was soon deep in child-lore. Higgins and Sanders came together‚ÅÝ‚Äîdirty, apologetic, and furtive. Then came Johnson.
‚ÄúHow do, Miss Zora‚ÅÝ‚Äî Mr. ¬ÝAlwyn, I sure is glad to see you, sir. Well, if there ain‚Äôt Aunt Rachel! looking as young as ever. And Higgins, you scamp‚ÅÝ‚ÄîAh, Mr. ¬ÝSanders‚ÅÝ‚Äîwell, gentlemen and ladies, this sure is gwine to be a good cotton season. I remember‚ÅÝ‚Äî‚Äù And he ran on endlessly, now to this one, now to that, now to all, his little eyes all the while dancing insinuatingly here and there. About nine o‚Äôclock a buggy drove up and Carter and Simpson