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Updated: May 28, 2025
"Why Jeff-Jack Ravenel," exclaimed Fannie, with a careworn laugh, "what are you talking about?" "Not much fun for John," was the languishing reply, "but big favor to us." "But, my goodness!" said the bride, "the doctor won't even let you get up." "Got to," responded the smiling invalid. "Got to be in Washington next Sunday."
Jeff-Jack was my adjutant, Brother March, for a good while, though without the commission." The Judge extended a beautiful brown hand; the ragged youth grasped it with courtly deference. The two horses had been arrogantly nosing each other's muzzles, and now the Judge's began to work his hinder end around as if for action.
The Major sighed with the air of being himself a large part of the fallen Confederacy. "Law, Major, we've got stuff enough left to make a country of yet!" "If they'll let us, Jeff-Jack. If they'll only let us; but will they?" "Why, yes. They've shown their hand." "You mean in this proclamation?" "Yes, sir. Major, 'we-uns' can take that trick."
Time passed so pleasantly that when they came into the turnpike and saw his father coming across the battle-field with two other horsemen, his good spirits hardly had room to rise any higher. They rather fell. The Judge had again chanced upon the company of Major Garnet and Jeff-Jack Ravenel, and it disturbed John perceptibly for three such men to find him riding behind a Yankee.
"If you'll excuse me," said the mother, and went upstairs. "Oh! mussy! mussy! yo' foot a-mashing my whole breas' in'! Oh, my Gawd! De Yankees 'll git win' o' dis an' you'll go to jail!" The lash fell. "O oh! o oh! Oh, Lawd!" Jeff-Jack sat still and once or twice smiled. "Oh, Lawd 'a' mussy! my back! Ow! It bu'us like fiah! o oh! oh! ow!"
The moment the offer began to be intelligible, Judge March tried to straighten up and look Jeff-Jack squarely in the face, but when it was completed his elbows were on his knees and his face in his slender brown hands. Up in the old field Garnet had talked himself dizzy. Northern travelers are by every impulse inquirers, and Southern hosts expounders; they fit like tongue and groove.
"I he might. But could I do that and still control the thing? For, Mr. Fair, I've got to control! There's a private reason why I mustn't let Jeff-Jack manage me. I've got to show myself the better man. He knows why. O! we're good friends. I can't explain it to you, and you'd never guess it in the world!
As the wagon left them the child opened his wide eyes on Jeff-Jack, and Major Garnet said: "He favors his mother, Brother March though I haven't seen I declare it's a shame the way we let our Southern baronial sort o' life make us such strangers why, I haven't seen Sister March since our big union camp meeting at Chalybeate Springs in '58. Sonnie-boy, you ain't listening, are you?"
"O no, if I get off I'll stand the expense myself. You've lost enough already, Jeff-Jack." "No, sir; I'll stan' 'spence. I can be gen'rous you are. Or 'f you'll stay 'n' take care Mrs. John shook his head, took up his bag and returned to the rear platform. The train had stopped and was off again, when the porter came looking everywhere, the rear platform included.
"Ravenel!" suggested Champion, but Jeff-Jack quietly replied, "Father Tombs," and five or six others repeated the call. The pastor rose. "I'm most afraid, my dea' friends an' brethren, I oughtn't to try to speak to this crowd. I'm a man of words and not of deeds, an' yet I'm 'fraid I shan't evm say the right thing. I belong to the past.
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