The Heart

The parson saluted Mistress Mary as he passed, and so did Captain

Jaynes, with a glance of his bright eyes at her that stirred my

blood and made me ride up faster to her side.

But the two men left the road abruptly, plunging into a bridle-path

at the right, and the green walls of the wood closed behind them,

though one could still hear for long the galloping splash of their

horse's hoofs in the miry path.

Mistress Mary turned to me, and her voice rang sharp, "'Tis a pretty

parson," said she; "he is on his way to Barry Upper Branch with

Captain Jaynes, and who is there doth not know 'tis for no good, and

on the Sabbath day, too?"

Now Barry Upper Branch belonged to brothers of exceeding ill repute,

except for their courage, which no one doubted. They had fought well

against the Indians, and also against the Government with Nathaniel

Bacon some half dozen years before. There had been a prize on their

heads and they had been in hiding, but now lived openly on their

plantation and were in full feather, and therein lay in a great

measure their ill repute.

When my Lord Culpeper had arrived in Virginia, succeeding Berkeley,

Jeffries, and Chichely, then returned the brothers Richard and

Nicholas Barry, or Dick and Nick, as they were termed among the

people; and as my Lord Culpeper was not averse to increasing his

revenues, there were those who whispered, though secretly and

guardedly, that the two bold brothers purchased their safety and

peaceful home-dwelling.

Barry Upper Branch was a rich plantation and had come into full

possession of the brothers but lately, their father, Major Barry,

who had been a staunch old royalist, having died. There were acres

of tobacco, and whole fields of locust for the manufacture of

metheglin, and apple orchards from which cider enough to slack the

thirst of the colony was made. But the brothers were far from

content with such home-made liquors for their own drinking, but

imported from England and the Netherlands and Spain great stores of

ale and rum and wines, and held therewith high wassail with some

choice and kindred spirits, especially on the Sabbath.

Not a woman was there at Barry Upper Branch, except for slaves, and

such stories were told as might cause a modest maid to hesitate to

speak of the place; but Mary Cavendish was as yet but a child in her

understanding of certain things. Her blue eyes fixed me with the

brave indignation of a boy as she went on, "'Tis a pretty parson,"

said she again, "and it would be the tavern, just as openly, were it

on a week day."