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"Do not you see, Henri, that you not only cease to aid me at a great crisis but that you put a force upon me?" "I cannot help it; I must do so, rather than go and be a butcher in the mornes with Dessalines." "Say with me, too: call me a butcher, too! After the long years that you have known my heart, call me a butcher too." "Let us talk sense, Toussaint: this is no time for trifling.
The day of the great insurrection of the blacks in September, 1802, the bands of Christophe and Dessalines, composed of more than twelve thousand negroes, exasperated by their hatred against the whites, and the certainty that if they yielded no quarter would be given, made an assault on the town of the Cape, which was defended by only one thousand soldiers; for only this small number remained of the large army which had sailed from Brest a year before, in brilliant spirits and full of hope.
"The lady of General Dessalines," said Madame. "Shall I introduce you?" She called to Therese. Therese just turned round to notice the introduction, when her attention was called another way by two officers, who brought her some message from Toussaint. That one glance perplexed Monsieur Bayou as much as anything he had seen.
"I can find them, if you will only tell me the danger, what is the danger?" "You hear those hounds. They are Cuba bloodhounds," said Dessalines. "The fear is that they are leading an enemy over the hills." Not a word more was necessary. Every one fled who could, except Therese, who would not go faster than her husband's strength permitted him to proceed.
"By that time, Jacques," said Toussaint, "you and I may find ourselves again in the midst of them, in a place whence we cannot drive them out." Dessalines' countenance told, as well as words could have done, that heaven would be no heaven to him if the spirits of white men were there.
"Convey to Christophe my last message. Bid him rejoice for me that my work is done. My work is now his. Bid him remember how we always agreed that freedom is safe. I bequeath the charge of it to him, with my blessing." "He shall know this, if he lives, before the moon rises." "If he does not live, let Dessalines hear what was my message to Christophe. He will know how much to take to himself."
Paul had always let Moyse have his own way; and Dessalines, when he had brought in drift-wood for her fires, which he daily chose to do, lay down in the sun when the sun shone, and before the fire when the clouds gathered, and slept away the hours. Paul wanted help in his fishing; and it was commonly Isaac who went with him; for Isaac was more fond of boating than rambling.
The submission of the blacks, which could only have been obtained by conciliation, he endeavoured to compel by violence. At last, in December 1803, he surrendered to an English squadron, and abandoned the island to Dessalines.
Five or six mounted soldiers, instead of one, followed him this time, and they led several horses. "Oh, you are come to take us home!" cried Margot, joyfully, as she met him. He shook his head as he replied "No, Margot, not yet. But the time may come." "I wish you could tell us when it would come," said Dessalines.
Dessalines and Christophe, monsters of brutality, are the heroes of Haiti, because they massacred everyone who was not coal-black. Manuel cast a sidelong glance at Stuart, smiling inwardly at the boy's attempt to maintain his disguise, that disguise which the Cuban had so quickly pierced, and shrugged his shoulders. "What would you!" he rejoined.
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