the mill house was of a style well known to all virginians, since it was built on very much the same pattern as mount vernon: two storeys, with a steep-pitched roof and dormer windows. it stood long and thin, and a front porch, supported by square frame posts, ran the length of the house. from this porch the broad green lawn sloped down a long way, to a white picket fence where the mill yard began. its box-hedged walks were shaded by great sugar maples and old locust trees. all was orderly in front; flower-beds, shrubbery, and a lilac arbour trimmed in an arch beneath which a tall man could walk. behind the house lay another world; a helter-skelter scattering, like a small village.
some ten yards from the back door of the house was the kitchen, entirely separate from it, according to the manner of that time. the negro cabins were much farther away. the cabins, the laundry, and the big two-storey smokehouse were all draped with flowering vines, now just coming into leaf-bud: virginia creeper, trumpet vine, dutchman’s pipe, morning-glories. but the south side of every cabin was planted with the useful gourd vine, which grew faster than any other creeper and bore flowers and fruit at the same time. in summer the big yellow blossoms kept unfolding every morning, even after the many little gourds had grown to such a size one wondered how the vines could bear their weight. the gourds were left on the vine until after the first frost, then gathered and put to dry. when they were hard, they were cut into dippers for drinking, and bowls for holding meal, butter, lard, gravy, or any tidbit that might be spirited away from the big kitchen to one of the cabins. whatever was carried away in a gourd was not questioned. the gourd vessels were invisible to good manners.
from easter on there would be plenty of flowers growing about the cabins, but no grass. the “back yard” was hard-beaten clay earth, yellow in the sun, orderly only on sundays. throughout the working week clothes-lines were strung about, flapping with red calico dresses, men’s shirts and blue overalls. the ground underneath was littered with old brooms, spades and hoes, and the rag dolls and home-made toy wagons of the negro children. except in a downpour of rain, the children were always playing there, in company with kittens, puppies, chickens, ducks that waddled up from the millpond, turkey gobblers which terrorized the little darkies and sometimes bit their naked black legs.
when sapphira dodderidge colbert first moved out to back creek valley with her score of slaves, she was not warmly received. in that out-of-the-way, thinly settled district between winchester and romney, not a single family had ever owned more than four or five negroes. this was due partly to poverty — the people were very poor. much of the land was still wild forest, and lumber was so plentiful that it brought no price at all. the settlers who had come over from pennsylvania did not believe in slavery, and they owned no negroes. mrs. colbert had gradually reduced her force of slaves, selling them back into loudoun county, whither they were glad to return. her husband had needed ready money to improve the old mill. here there were no large, rich farms for the blacks to work, as there were in loudoun county. many field-hands were not needed.
sapphira dodderidge usually acted upon motives which she disclosed to no one. that was her nature. her friends in her own county could never discover why she had married henry colbert. they spoke of her marriage as “a long step down.” the colberts were termed “immigrants,” — as were all settlers who did not come from the british isles. old gabriel colbert, the grandfather, came from somewhere in flanders. henry’s own father was a plain man, a miller, and he trained his eldest son to that occupation. the three younger sons were birds of a very different feather. they rode with a fast fox-hunting set. being shrewd judges of horses, they were welcome in every man’s stable. they were even (with a shade of contempt and only occasionally) received in good houses; — not the best houses, to be sure. henry was a plain, hard-working, little-speaking young man who stayed at home and helped his father. with his father he regularly attended a dissenting church supported by small farmers and artisans. he was certainly no match for captain dodderidge’s daughter.
true, when sapphira’s two younger sisters were already married, she, at the age of twenty-four, was still single. she saved her face, people said, by making it clear that she was bound down by the care of her invalid father. captain dodderidge had been seriously hurt while out hunting; in taking a stone wall, his horse had fallen on him. he survived his injury for three years. after his death, when the property was divided, sapphira announced her engagement to henry colbert, who had never gone to her father’s house except on matters of business. after the captain was crippled and ailing, he often sent for young henry to advise him about selling his grain, to write his business letters, and to keep an eye on the nominal steward. he had great confidence in henry’s judgment.
sapphira was usually present at their business conferences, and took some part in their discussions about the management of the farm lands and stock. it was she who rode over the estate to see that the master’s orders were carried out. she went to the public sales on market days and bought in cattle and horses, of which she was a knowing judge. when the increase of the flocks or the stables was to be sold, she attended to it with henry’s aid. when the increase of the slave cabins was larger than needed for field and house service, she sold off some of the younger negroes. captain dodderidge never sold the servants who had been with his family for a long while. after they were past work, they lived on in their old cabins, well provided for.
when sapphira announced her engagement, the family friends were more astonished than if she had declared her intention of marrying the gardener. they quizzed the negro servants, who declared that mr. henry had never been so much as asked into the parlour. they had never “caught” him talking to miss sapphy outside her father’s room, much less courting her. after all these years the strangeness of this marriage still came up in conversation when old friends got together. fat lizzie, the cook, had whispered to the neighbours on back creek: “folks back home says it seem like missy an’ mr. henry wasn’t scarcely acquainted befo’ de weddin’, nor very close acquainted evah since. him bein’ kep’ so close at de mill,” she would add suavely.
since she did marry henry, it was not hard to explain why sapphira had moved away from her native county, where his plain manners, his calling, vague ancestry, even his lutheran connections, would have made her social position rather awkward. once removed several days’ journey from her old friends, she could go back to visit them without embarrassment. the miller’s unbending, somewhat uncouth figure need never appear upon the scene at all.
the bride chose back creek for her place of exile because she owned a very considerable property there, willed to her by an uncle who died when she was still a young girl. on this back creek estate there was a mill. it had stood there for some generations, since revolutionary times.
this farm (and a great tract of forest land afterward sold off) had been deeded by thomas, lord fairfax, to a nathaniel dodderidge who came out to virginia with fairfax in 1747. fairfax’s actual possessions in the colony were immense; something like five million acres of forest and mountain which had never been surveyed, watered by rivers, great and small, which had never been explored except by the indians and were nameless except for their unpronounceable indian names. there was discontent in the virginia assembly that so large a territory should be held in one grant. when fairfax established his final residence in the shenandoah valley, he quieted this dissatisfaction by deeding off portions of his estate to desirable settlers, laying out towns, and in every way encouraging immigration.
to nathaniel dodderidge he deeded a tract of land on back creek. neither nathaniel nor any of his descendants had ever lived on this land. it was only after the capture of quebec by young general wolfe in 1759 that the mountainous country between winchester and romney was altogether safe for settlers. bands of indians under french captains had burned and slaughtered as near back creek as the capon river.
when the danger of indian raids was over, someone (his name was lost) built a water mill where henry colbert’s mill now stood. all through the revolutionary war and ever since, a mill on that site had served the needs of the scattered settlers. the dodderidges had let the mill farm to tenants for successive generations. sapphira’s father had never seen the place. but before his death sapphira herself, attended by a groom, rode up a four days’ journey on horseback to look over her inheritance. one morning she arrived at the back creek post office, where a spare room was kept for travellers. sapphira unpacked her saddle-bags and settled herself for a stay of several days. she rode all over the mill farm and the timber land; had a friendly interview with the resident miller and told him she could not renew his lease, which had barely a year to run.
before sapphira’s marriage to henry colbert, carpenters were sent out from winchester to pull down the old mill house (it was scarcely more than a cabin), and to build the comfortable dwelling which now stood there. when the new house was completed, sapphira’s household goods were carted up from chestnut hill and settled in it. she and henry colbert were married at christ church, in winchester, and drove directly to the new mill house on back creek, omitting the elaborate festivities which customarily followed a wedding.
though it was often said that miss dodderidge had broken away from her rightful station, she by no means dropped out of the lives of her family or lost touch with her friends. until her illness came upon her, she made every year a long visit to the sister who lived at chestnut hill, the old estate in loudoun county. even now she was always driven to winchester in march, to stay with her sister sarah until after easter. there she attended all the services at christ church, where lord fairfax, the first patron of the virginia dodderidges, was buried beneath the chancel. with the help of her brother-inlaw and a cane she limped to the family pew, though she was obliged to remain seated throughout the service.
she was a comely figure in the congregation, clad in black silk and white fichu. from lack of exercise she had grown somewhat stout, but she wore stays of the severest make and carried her shoulders high. her serene face and lively, shallow blue eyes smiled at old friends from under a black velvet bonnet, renewed or “freshened” yearly by the town milliner. she had not at all the air of a countrywoman come to town. no dodderidge who ever sat in that pew showed her blood to better advantage. the miller, of course, did not accompany her. although he had been married in christ church, by an english rector, he had no love for the church of england.
