"Where is it?Let me get a good lick at it!Don't scare the ducks!"he would cry,and chase them from one bank to the other,while Amanda danced and fought imaginary snakes.For a woman who had seen as many as she must have in her life,it was too funny.
I don't think I could laugh harder,or Leon and Sammy.We enjoyed ourselves so much that at last she began to be angry.
She quit dancing,and commenced hunting ducks,for sure.She held her skirts high,poked along the banks,jumped the creek and didn't always get clear across.Her hair shook down,she lost a sidecomb,and she couldn't find half the ducks.
"You younguns pack right out of here,"she said."Me and Sammy can get them better ourselves,and if we don't find all of them,we'll know where they are.""We haven't got any of your ducks,"I said angrily,but Leon smiled his most angelic smile,and it seemed as if he were going to cry.
"Of course,if you want to accuse mother of stealing your ducks,you can,"he said plaintively,"but I should think you'd be ashamed to do it,after all the trouble we took to catch them before they swam to the river,where you never would have found one of them.Come on,Little Sister,let's go home."He started and I followed.As soon as we got around the bend we sat on the bank,hung our feet in the water,leaned against each other and laughed.We just laughed ourselves almost sick.When Amanda's face got fire red,and her hair came down,and she jumped and didn't go quite over,she looked a perfect fright.
"Will she ever find all of them?"I asked at last.
"Of course,"said Leon."She will comb the grass and strain the water until she gets every one.""Hoo-hoo!"
I looked at Leon.He was so intently watching an old turkey buzzard hanging in the air,he never heard the call that meant it was time for us to be home and cleaning up for Sunday.It was difficult to hurry,for after we had been soaped and scoured,we had to sit on the back steps and commit to memory verses from the Bible.At last we waded toward home.Two of the ducks we had lost swam before us all the way,so we knew they were alive,and all they needed was finding.
"If she hadn't accused mother of stealing her old ducks,I'd catch those and carry them back to her,"said Leon."But since she thinks we are so mean,I'll just let her and little Sammy find them."Then we heard their voices as they came down the creek,so Leon reached me his hand and we scampered across the water and meadow,never stopping until we sat on the top rail of our back orchard fence.There we heard another call,but that was only two.We sat there,rested and looked at the green apples above our heads,wishing they were ripe,and talking about the ducks.We could see Mrs.Deam and Sammy coming down the creek,one on each side.
We slid from the fence and ran into a queer hollow that was cut into the hill between the never-fail and the Baldwin apple trees.
That hollow was overgrown with weeds,and full of trimmings from trees,stumps,everything that no one wanted any place else in the orchard.It was the only unkept spot on our land,and I always wondered why father didn't clean it out and make it look respectable.I said so to Leon as we crouched there watching down the hill where Mrs.Deam and Sammy hunted ducks with not such very grand success.They seemed to have so many they couldn't decide whether to go back or go on,so they must have found most of them.
"You know I've always had my suspicions about this place,"said Leon."There is somewhere on our land that people can be hidden for a long time.I can remember well enough before the war ever so long,and while it was going worst,we would find the wagon covered with more mud in the morning than had been on it at night;and the horses would be splashed and tired.Once I was awake in the night and heard voices.It made me want a drink,so I went downstairs for it,and ran right into the biggest,blackest man who ever grew.If father and mother hadn't been there I'd have been scared into fits.Next morning he was gone and there wasn't a whisper.Father said I'd had bad dreams.
That night the horses made another mysterious trip.Now where did they keep the black man all that day?""What did they have a black man for?"
"They were helping him run away from slavery to be free in Canada.It was all right.I'd have done the same thing.They helped a lot.Father was a friend of the Governor.There were letters from him,and there was some good reason why father stayed at home,when he was crazy about the war.I think this farm was what they called an Underground Station.What I want to know is where the station was.""Maybe it's here.Let's hunt,"I said."If the black men were here some time,they would have to be fed,and this is not far from the house."So we took long sticks and began poking into the weeds.Then we moved the brush,and sure as you live,we found an old door with a big stone against it.I looked at Leon and he looked at me.
"Hoo-hoo!"came mother's voice,and that was the third call.
"Hum!Must be for us,"said Leon."We better go as soon as we get a little dryer."He slid down the bank on one side,and I on the other,and we pushed at the stone.I thought we never would get it rolled away so we could open the door a crack,but when we did what we saw was most surprising.There was a little room,dreadfully small.
but a room.There was straw scattered over the floor,very deep on one side,where an old blanket showed that it had been a bed.
Across the end there was a shelf.On it was a candlestick,with a half-burned candle in it,a pie pan with some mouldy crumbs,crusts,bones in it,and a tin can.Leon picked up the can and looked in.I could see too.
It had been used for water or coffee,as the plate had for food,once,but now it was stuffed full of money.I saw Leon pull some out and then shove it back,and he came to the door white as could be,shut it behind him and began to push at the stone.
When we got it in place we put the brush over it,and fixed everything like it had been.
