Jo's Boys (Little Women 3)

But Tom never sulked long, and came out from his brief eclipse with the cheerful proposition:

“Look here, we’ll get the city to ship out to Dansville all the cases of yellow fever, smallpox, and cholera that arrive; then Nan will be happy and her mistakes won’t matter much with emigrants and convicts.”

“I should advise settling near Jacksonville, or some such city, that you might enjoy the society of cultivated persons. The Plato Club is there, and a most ardent thirst for philosophy. Everything from the East is welcomed hospitably, and new enterprises would flourish in such kindly soil,” observed Mr March, mildly offering a suggestion, as he sat among the elders enjoying the lively scene.

The idea of Dan studying Plato was very funny; but no one except naughty Ted smiled, and Dan made haste to unfold another plan seething in that active brain of his.

“I’m not sure the farming will succeed, and have a strong leaning towards my old friends the Montana Indians. They are a peaceful tribe, and need help awfully; hundreds have died of starvation because they don’t get their share. The Sioux are fighters, thirty thousand strong, so Government fears ’em, and gives ’em all they want. I call that a damned shame!” Dan stopped short as the oath slipped out, but his eyes flashed, and he went on quickly:

“It is just that, and I won’t beg pardon. If I’d had any money when I was there I’d have given every cent to those poor devils, cheated out of everything, and waiting patiently, after being driven from their own land to places where nothing will grow. Now, honest agents could do much, and I’ve a feeling that I ought to go and lend a hand. I know their lingo, and I like ’em. I’ve got a few thousands, and I ain’t sure I have any right to spend it on myself and settle down to enjoy it. Hey?”

Dan looked very manly and earnest as he faced his friends, flushed and excited by the energy of his words; and all felt that little thrill of sympathy which links hearts together by the tie of pity for the wronged.

“Do it, do it!” cried Mrs Jo, fired at once; for misfortune was much more interesting to her than good luck.

“Do it, do it!” echoed Ted, applauding as if at a play,

“and take me along to help. I’m just raging to get among those fine fellows and hunt.”

“Let us hear more and see if it is wise,” said Mr Laurie, privately resolving to people his as yet unbought prairies with Montana Indians, and increase his donations to the society that sent missionaries to this much wronged people.

Dan plunged at once into the history of what he saw among the Dakotas, and other tribes in the Northwest, telling of their wrongs, patience, and courage as if they were his brothers.

“They called me Dan Fire Cloud, because my rifle was the best they ever saw. And Black Hawk was as good a friend as a fellow would want; saved my life more than once, and taught me just what will be useful if I go back. They are down on their luck, now, and I’d like to pay my debts.”

By this time everyone was interested, and Dansville began to lose its charm. But prudent Mr Bhaer suggested that one honest agent among many could not do much, and noble as the effort would be, it was wiser to think over the matter carefully, get influence and authority from the right quarters, and meantime look at lands before deciding.

“Well, I will. I’m going to take a run to Kansas and see how that promises. Met a fellow in Frisco who’d been there, and he spoke well of it. The fact is, there’s so much to be done everywhere that I don’t know where to catch on, and half wish I hadn’t any money,” answered Dan, knitting his brows in the perplexity all kind souls feel when anxious to help at the great task of the world’s charity.

“I’ll keep it for you till you decide. You are such an impetuous lad you’ll give it to the first beggar that gets hold of you. I’ll turn it over while you are prospecting, and hand it back when you are ready to invest, shall I?” asked Mr Laurie, who had learned wisdom since the days of his own extravagant youth.

“Thanky, sir, I’d be glad to get rid of it. You just hold on till I say the word; and if anything happens to me this time, keep it to help some other scamp as you helped me. This is my will, and you all witness it. Now I feel better.” And Dan squared his shoulders as if relieved of a burden, after handing over the belt in which he carried his little fortune.

No one dreamed how much was to happen before Dan came to take his money back, nor how nearly that act was his last will and testament; and while Mr Laurie was explaining how he would invest it, a cheery voice was heard singing:

“Oh, Peggy was a jolly lass,

Ye heave ho, boys, ye heave ho!

She never grudged her Jack a glass,

Ye heave ho, boys, ye heave ho!

And when he sailed the raging main,

She faithful was unto her swain,

Ye heave ho, boys, ye yeave ho!”

Emil always announced his arrival in that fashion, and in a moment he came hurrying in with Nat, who had been giving lessons in town all day. It was good to see the latter beam at his friend as he nearly shook his hand off; better still to see how Dan gratefully remembered all he owed Nat, and tried to pay the debt in his rough way; and best of all to hear the two travellers compare notes and reel off yarns to dazzle the landlubbers and homekeepers.

After this addition the house would not contain the gay youngsters, so they migrated to the piazza and settled on the steps, like a flock of night-loving birds. Mr March and the Professor retired to the study, Meg and Amy went to look after the little refection of fruit and cake which was to come, and Mrs Jo and Mr Laurie sat in the long window listening to the chat that went on outside.

“There they are, the flower of our flock!” she said, pointing to the

group before them. “The others are dead or scattered, but these seven boys and four girls are my especial comfort and pride. Counting Alice Heath, my dozen is made up, and my hands are full trying to guide these young lives as far as human skill can do it.”

“When we remember how different they are, from what some of them came, and the home influences about others, I think we may feel pretty well satisfied so far,” answered Mr Laurie soberly, as his eyes rested on one bright head among the black and brown ones, for the young moon shone alike on all.

“I don’t worry about the girls; Meg sees to them, and is so wise and patient and tender they can’t help doing well; but my boys are more care every year, and seem to drift farther away from me each time they go,” sighed Mrs Jo.

“They will grow up, and I can only hold them by one little thread, which may snap at any time, as it has with Jack and Ned. Dolly and George still like to come back, and I can say my word to them; and dear old Franz is too true ever to forget his own. But the three who are soon going out into the world again I can’t help worrying about. Emil’s good heart will keep him straight, I hope, and—

A sweet little cherub sits up aloft,

To look out for the life of poor Jack.

Nat is to make his first flight, and he’s weak in spite of your strengthening influence; and Dan is still untamed. I fear it will take some hard lesson to do that.”

“He’s a fine fellow, Jo, and I almost regret this farming project. A little polish would make a gentleman of him, and who knows what he might become here among us,” answered Mr Laurie, leaning over Mrs Bhaer’s chair, just as he used to do years ago when they had mischievous secrets together.

“It wouldn’t be safe, Teddy. Work and the free life he loves will make a good man of him, and that is better than any amount of polish, with the dangers an easy life in a city would bring him. We can’t change his nature—only help it to develop in the right direction. The old impulses are there, and must be controlled, or he will go wrong. I see that; but his love for us is a safeguard, and we must keep a hold on him till he is older or has a stronger tie to help him.”