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.”

I put my finger to my lip and cast a glance about, for it was enjoined upon the people under penalty that they speak not ill of any minister of the gospel.  While I cared not for myself, having never yet held my tongue, except from my own choice, yet was I always concerned for this young thing, with her utter recklessness of candour, lest her beauty and her charm might not protect her always against undesirable results; and not only were the slaves within hearing of her voice, but none knew how many others, for those were brave days for tale-bearers.  But Mary spoke again, and more sweetly and shrilly than ever.  “A pretty parson, forsooth!  And to keep company with a pirate captain!  Fie!  When he looks at me, I clutch my gold chain and turn the flash of my rings from sight, and Dick and Nick Barry are the worst rakes in the colony!  Naught was ever heard good of them, except their following of General Bacon, but a good cause makes not always worthy adherents.”  This last she said with a toss of her head and a proud glance, for Nathaniel Bacon was to this maid a hero of heroes, and naught but her sex and her tender years, she being but twelve or so at the time, had kept her from joining his ranks.  But, indeed, in this I had full sympathy with her, though chary of expressing it.  Had it not been for my state of disgrace and my outlook for the welfare of the Cavendishes, I should most assuredly have fought with that brave man myself, for ’twas a good cause, and one which has been good since the beginning of things, and will hold good till the end—­the cause of the poor and down-trod against the tyranny of the rich and great.  No greater man will there ever be in this new country of America than Nathaniel Bacon, though he had but twenty weeks in which to prove his greatness; had he been granted more he might well have changed history.  I can see now that look of high command which none could withstand, for leaders of men are born, as well as poets and kings, and are invincible.  But it may be that the noble wave of rebellion which he raised is even now going on, never to quite cease in all time, for I know not the laws that govern such things.  It may be that, in consequence of that great and brief struggle of Nathaniel Bacon, this New World will never sit. quietly for long at the foot of any throne, but that I know not, being no prophet.  However, this I do know, that his influence was not then ceased in Virginia, though he was six years dead, and has not yet.