The Strength of Gideon | Page 2

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grew older and other youngsters came to fill Cassie's cabin, he took up
his lot with the meekness of an infantile Moses. Like a Moses he was,
too, leading his little flock to the promised land, when he grew to the
age at which, barefooted and one-shifted, he led or carried his little
brothers and sisters about the quarters. But the "promised land" never
took him into the direction of the stables, where the other pickaninnies
worried the horses, or into the region of the hen-coops, where
egg-sucking was a common crime.
No boy ever rolled or tumbled in the dirt with a heartier glee than did
Gideon, but no warrior, not even his illustrious prototype himself, ever
kept sterner discipline in his ranks when his followers seemed prone to
overstep the bounds of right. At a very early age his shrill voice could
be heard calling in admonitory tones, caught from his mother's very lips,
"You 'Nelius, don' you let me ketch you th'owin' at ol' mis' guinea-hens
no mo'; you hyeah me?" or "Hi'am, you come offen de top er dat shed
'fo' you fall an' brek yo' naik all to pieces."
It was a common sight in the evening to see him sitting upon the low
rail fence which ran before the quarters, his shift blowing in the wind,
and his black legs lean and bony against the whitewashed rails, as he
swayed to and fro, rocking and singing one of his numerous brothers to
sleep, and always his song was of war and victory, albeit crooned in a
low, soothing voice. Sometimes it was "Turn Back Pharaoh's Army," at
others "Jinin' Gideon's Band." The latter was a favorite, for he seemed
to have a proprietary interest in it, although, despite the martial
inspiration of his name, "Gideon's band" to him meant an aggregation
of people with horns and fiddles.
Steve, who was Cassie's man, declared that he had never seen such a
child, and, being quite as religious as Cassie herself, early began to talk
Scripture and religion to the boy. He was aided in this when his master,
Dudley Stone, a man of the faith, began a little Sunday class for the
religiously inclined of the quarters, where the old familiar stories were
told in simple language to the slaves and explained. At these meetings

Gideon became a shining light. No one listened more eagerly to the
teacher's words, or more readily answered his questions at review. No
one was wider-mouthed or whiter-eyed. His admonitions to his family
now took on a different complexion, and he could be heard calling
across a lot to a mischievous sister, "Bettah tek keer daih, Lucy Jane,
Gawd's a-watchin' you; bettah tek keer."
The appointed man is always marked, and so Gideon was by always
receiving his full name. No one ever shortened his scriptural
appellation into Gid. He was always Gideon from the time he bore the
name out of the heat of camp-meeting fervor until his master
discovered his worthiness and filled Cassie's breast with pride by taking
him into the house to learn "mannahs and 'po'tment."
As a house servant he was beyond reproach, and next to his religion his
Mas' Dudley and Miss Ellen claimed his devotion and fidelity. The
young mistress and young master learned to depend fearlessly upon his
faithfulness.
It was good to hear old Dudley Stone going through the house in a
mock fury, crying, "Well, I never saw such a house; it seems as if there
isn't a soul in it that can do without Gideon. Here I've got him up here
to wait on me, and it's Gideon here and Gideon there, and every time I
turn around some of you have sneaked him off. Gideon, come here!"
And the black boy smiled and came.
But all his days were not days devoted to men's service, for there came
a time when love claimed him for her own, when the clouds took on a
new color, when the sough of the wind was music in his ears, and he
saw heaven in Martha's eyes. It all came about in this way.
Gideon was young when he got religion and joined the church, and he
grew up strong in the faith. Almost by the time he had become a
valuable house servant he had grown to be an invaluable servant of the
Lord. He had a good, clear voice that could lead a hymn out of all the
labyrinthian wanderings of an ignorant congregation, even when he had
to improvise both words and music; and he was a mighty man of prayer.
It was thus he met Martha. Martha was brown and buxom and comely,

and her rich contralto voice was loud and high on the sisters' side in
meeting time.