SURPRISE AT ROSEWOOD
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IRODE FOR A WHILE BUT SUDDENLY REALIZED I was really tired. I suppose emotions tire you out as much as hard work or anything else, and I’d sure been through a lot of them today. First being nervous about sneaking back to the McSimmons plantation, then seeing Josepha and what she’d told me, then encountering the master, and then everything that had happened in Oakwood.

All at once I was plumb wore out. And hungry and thirsty too. I thought I could do with a rest.

I didn’t want to wait till I came to the river, which was about halfway back. I had seen a stream following the road on and off, so I started looking for it and it wasn’t long till I came to it again. I led the horse off the road and down toward it where there was a little clump of trees and some grass for the horse to eat.

I found a nice spot. Both the horse and I had a long drink from the stream. Then while he was munching away at the grass, I got out Josepha’s little cloth with the bread and cheese in it. I sat down and had as pleasant a meal as anyone could imagine.

When I was through I glanced about. It was pretty late in the afternoon by now. Katie was probably fixing her supper by now and the sun was on its way down. I figured I had another good two or three hours of daylight left, plenty of time if I cantered part of the way and didn’t waste any time.

But stopping and sitting down and eating had made me so sleepy I couldn’t imagine getting back up on that horse’s back again. Maybe I’d just take a short little nap to get my energy back before going the rest of the way.

I lay down in the soft grass, feeling about as happy and content as I had felt since my family had been killed. I got drowsy and then slowly closed my eyes.

I must have been more tired than I realized, because when I woke up it was the middle of the night sometime. I sat up suddenly, remembering that I needed to get back home. But I knew instantly that there was no use of that. It was pitch black. There was no moon anywhere in the sky, and I didn’t want to risk trying to find my way in the dark.

I didn’t know the way well enough and who knew where I’d wind up.

There was nothing to do but go back to sleep, which I did easily enough, even though I was hungry again and a mite cold.

The next thing I knew, a snorty, fleshy nose was sniffing around at my face. It woke me up with a start. The sun was back up and Katie’s horse was letting me know that it was time to get started back toward home where his trough of oats was waiting for him.

I got myself up and stretched out the kinks. By now I was really hungry, but there wouldn’t be anything to eat till I walked into the kitchen back at Rosewood. So there wasn’t any sense wasting any more time. I took a big drink of water, and then we got back on the road.

I pushed the poor horse a mite harder than maybe I should have, but I knew we were both anxious to get back. I was mighty relieved when I finally saw the buildings of Rosewood up ahead.

“Miss Katie!” I called as we galloped in and stopped at the back of the house. “Miss Katie … I’m back!”

I ran into the kitchen, expecting to find her there. But it was empty.

“Miss Katie!” I hollered up the stairs. “Miss Katie, you up there?”

There was no answer. The whole house was quiet, so I knew she wasn’t inside. But from the fire and the look of things, it hadn’t been long since she’d been there. Then all of a sudden I realized something else—I didn’t hear Emma and William anywhere either!

Then I really started to get worried. What could have happened to them?

They must have all gone someplace … but where?

I walked back outside. Maybe she was out in the barn, I thought, and hadn’t heard me ride in, although I didn’t know how that could be.

I led the tired horse across the entryway and to the stables, looking all around as I went.

“Miss Katie!” I called into the barn. “You in there … Emma!”

But there was no sign of them. The cows weren’t there either, so she must have milked them and gotten them out to pasture all right.

I unsaddled the horse, got him some fresh oats, and left him to look around some more. I’d brush him down later.

Where could they be?

I stood in the middle of the yard between the house and barn and looked all around. It was completely quiet. Now for the first time I noticed that the dogs weren’t around either. That’s what made it so quiet. Then it struck me that they were probably down at the slave cabins! That must be it. She was probably setting another fire to get it ready. And maybe showing Emma what to do, or maybe fixing a place for her to hide with William if any men came looking for her.

I turned and ran down the road, then turned off to the right toward the colored town, and was there in about three minutes.

“Miss Katie!” I called. “Miss Katie … you in there? I’m home, Miss Katie.”

But if anything it was even quieter here than back at the house. And she sure wasn’t there.

I walked back up the hill to the road, then back toward the house, hoping against hope that this time when I got there I’d see Katie waiting for me. But I didn’t.

Now I was downright worried.

I frantically ran everywhere all about the place, into every building, all through the house and barn. But she just wasn’t anywhere.

What could have happened to her?

Suddenly I remembered Katie’s secret place in the woods. That had to be where she was!

I tore off running and didn’t stop till I was standing there in the little wood with the stream running past my feet.

But it was completely quiet. There wasn’t any sign of Katie or the dogs.

“God,” I prayed, and I was more than nervous now, I was really scared, “please help me find them.”

I ran back to the house, again hoping that somehow she would have appeared while I was gone to the woods.

But Katie was still gone. There was no sign of her anywhere.

Again I walked back through the house. I stopped in the middle of the parlor and sort of half cried out, half said to myself, “Oh, Miss Katie … where’d you go?”

All of a sudden I heard a noise like a stick rapping against something. Then I heard a muffled voice.

It was coming from the cellar right below me!

I stepped away, pulled back the carpet, and opened the trapdoor in the floor. A flicker of light came from below. Then I heard the sound of a baby and a familiar voice.

“Dat be you, Miz Mayme? Please, God, I hope dat’s you!”

“It’s me, Emma … it’s me!” I called down the hole. “But what’s going on? Where’s Katie?”

Emma’s face now appeared in the thin, flickering light, looking up at me from down in the cellar.

“She put me an’ William down here, Miz Mayme,” she said. “Somebody came an’ she had ter go wiff dem an’ she put us down here so nuthin’ would happen ter us or nobody fin’ me.”

“Who came, Emma … who was it?”

“I don’ know, Miz Mayme. But look what I foun’ down here.” She came a few steps up the ladder and held up her hand. “What is it, Miz Mayme?”

I saw a sparkle of color in her palm and reached down and took what she was holding—three heavy coins. I expect my eyes got as big as Katie’s sometimes did.

“It’s gold, Emma,” I said. “I think these are gold.”

Now I figure I oughta tell you what had happened while I was away.

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