that was all but invisible, and snip off her thread. She removed the inch left in her needle and tossed it onto the ground âfor a birdâs nest,â she said. Then she cut a length of thread, put it through her needle, secured the end in the quilt, and began stitching again. âIt was slavery that caused the South to secede, and the North went to war to keep them from doing it. But youâve seen how some of the Union supporters here treat our free Negroes, like Andy Jones that works for Print Ritter. I think they would rather throw food to the pigs than give it to a starving colored man.â
âI think some of the menâs gone off to the war to have a good time,â Missouri Ann said. She blushed when she saw the others had stopped stitching and were staring at her, as if they wondered whether that had been Hughâs reason for joining up.
âI suppose thatâs so,â Eliza said, thinking that was exactly why Missouri Annâs husband went for a soldier.
âHugh went to save the Union,â Missouri Ann said quickly.
âThen why didnât the other Starks join?â Ettie asked.
âI couldnât rightly say,â Missouri Ann replied.
âBecause theyâre copperheads,â Davy interjected. The women had not seen him standing near them, and they paused.
Eliza admonished him, saying he should keep such thoughts to himself unless asked. She shooed him away with her hand.
âI heard her say it,â the boy insisted. He pointed his stick gun at Missouri Ann. âA copperheadâs almost as bad as a Secesh.â
âMrs. Stark is our friend and guest, and you will not say another word. The idea!â Eliza glanced around the circle and shook her head. âDavy hates the Johnnies because they killed Will. Thatâs what causes him to say such things.â
âBut itâs true,â Missouri Ann told the women. âHugh was different, but the rest of the Starks, they donât like Negroes any more than a yellow dog. Dad Stark said a black man thatâs freed, well, you might as well shoot him, for all heâs worth.â
Eliza drew her arms to her sides and didnât look up. She wondered if Missouri Ann felt the same way as the Starks. Theyâd never talked about it.
It was Mercy, her needle poised over the quilt, who asked Missouri Ann if she agreed.
âNo, maâam, I do not. Dad Stark said theyâre dumb enough to drown in a pitcher of water, but I knowed free Negroes that was smarter than some with the name of Stark. When I growed up, my pa was a follower of John Brown. He said John Brown was a saint of the Lord.â
âAmen,â said Ettie. âIt looks like weâre all against slavery.â
âWell, if we arenât, why are we quilting for the Union?â Eliza asked.
âI donât care a peach pit for black folks,â Mercy said, her dark eyes flashing. âIf it wasnât for them, Nathaniel would be alive.â Mercy had not lived in Wabaunsee County as long as the others. She had moved there only four years earlier with her husband and two daughters, who were now eight and twelve. Eliza had met her in the post office and had been taken with her right off. Who wouldnât have been? She was so vivacious that Eliza hadnât realized until later that Mercy was plain-looking, of average height, with black hair parted in the middle and pulled tightly behind her ears into a knot. Her clothes had been unremarkable, severe dark browns, but they set off Mercyâs bright face and dancing eyes. When Mercy announced she loved to quilt, Eliza, without asking Anna and Ettie, had asked her to join their group.
Now Eliza, shocked at her friendâs words, looked up from her stitching. âSurely you donât blame the Negroes for the war.â
âAnd why not? If the coloreds hadnât come to America, they wouldnât be slaves, and if there werenât any
Xara X. Piper;Xanakas Vaughn