The two actions of Armstid pl. vs. Snopes, and Tull pl. vs. Eckrum Snopes (and anyone else named Snopes or Varner either which Tull's irate wife could contrive to involve, as the village well knew) were accorded a change of venue by mutual agreement and arrangement among the litigants. Three of the parties did, that is, because Flem Snopes flatly refused to recognise the existence of the suit against himself, stating once and without heat and first turning his head slightly aside to spit, "They wasn't none of my horses ' then fell to whittling again while the baffled and helpless bailiff stood before the tilted chair with the papers he was trying to serve.
So the Varner surrey was not among the wagons, the buggies, and the saddled horses and mules which moved out of the village on that May Saturday morning, to converge upon Whiteleaf store eight miles away, coming not only from Frenchman's Bend but from other directions too, since by that time what Ratliff had called 'that Texas sickness that spotted corruption of frantic and uncatchable horses, had spread as far as twenty and thirty miles. By the time the Frenchman's Bend people began to arrive there were two dozen wagons, the teams reversed and eased of harness and tied to the rear wheels in order to pass the day, and twice that many saddled animals already standing about the locust grove beside the store and the site of the hearing had already been transferred from the store to an adjacent shed where in the fall cotton would
The Justice of the Peace was a neat, small, plump old man resembling a tender caricature of all grandfathers who ever breathed, in a beautifully laundered though collarless white shirt with immaculate starch-gleaming cuffs and bosom, and steel-framed spectacles and neat, faintly curling white hair. He sat behind the table and looked at them-at the gray woman in the gray sunbonnet and dress, her clasped and motionless hands on her lap resembling a gnarl of pallid and drowned roots from a drained swamp; at Tull in his faded but absolutely clean shirt and the overalls which his womenfolks not only kept immaculately washed but starched and ironed also, and not creased through the legs but flat across them from seam to seam, so that on each Saturday morning they resembled the short pants of a small boy, and the sedate and innocent blue of
"This," he said. 'I didn't expect-I didn't look to see-. I'm going to pray," he said. "I ain't going to pray aloud. But I hope-" He looked at them. "I wish.... Maybe some of you all anyway had better do the same." He bowed his head. They watched him, quiet and grave, while he sat motionless behind the table, the light morning wind moving faintly in his thin hair and the shadowstipple of windy leaves gliding and flowing across the starched bulge of bosom and the gleaming bone-buttoned
"That Texan man said-"
"Wait," the Justice said. He looked about at the faces, the blurred eyes fleeing behind the thick lenses. "Where is the defendant? I don't see him."
"He wouldn't come," the bailiff said.
"Wouldn't come?" the Justice said. "Didn't you serve the papers on him."
"He wouldn't take them," the bailiff said. "He said-"
"Then he is in contempt the Justice cried.
"What for?" Lump Snopes said. "Ain't nobody proved yet they was his horses." The Justice looked at him.
"Are you representing the defendant?" he said. Snopes blinked at him for a moment.
"What's that mean?" he said. "That you aim for me to pay whatever fine you think you can clap onto him?"
"So he refuses to defend himself," the Justice said. "Don't he know that I can find against him for that reason, even if pure justice and decency ain't enough." "It'll be pure something," Snopes said. "It don't take no mind-reader to see how your mind is-"
"Shut up, Snopes," the bailiff said. "If you ain't in this case, you keep out of it." He turned back to the Justice what you want me to do: go over to the Bend and fetch Snopes here anyway? I reckon I can do it."
"No," the Justice said. "Wait." He looked about at the sober faces again with that bafflement, that dread. "Does anybody here know for sho who them horses belonged to? Anybody?" They looked back at him, sober, attentive at the neat immaculate old man sitting with his hands locked together on the table before him to still the trembling
"All right, Mrs. Armstid," he said. "Tell the court what
"Mr. Snopes brought him here," Mrs. Armstid said. "Likely that Texas man wouldn't have knowed where Frenchman's Bend was if Mr. Snopes hadn't showed him."
"But it was the Texas man that sold She horses and collected the money for them." The Justice looked about again at the faces. "Is that right? You, Bookwright, is that what happened?"
"Yes," Bookwright said. The Justice looked at Mrs. Armstid again, with that pity and grief. As the morning increased the wind had risen, so that from time to time gusts of it ran through the branches overhead, bringing a faint snow of petals, prematurely bloomed as the spring itself had condensed with spendthrift speed after the hard winter, and the heavy and drowsing scent of them, about the motionless heads.
"He give Mr. Snopes Henry's money. He said Henry hadn't bought no horse. He said I could get the money from Mr. Snopes tomorrow." "And you have witnesses that saw and heard him?"
"Yes, sir. The other men that was there saw him give Mr. Snopes the money and say that I could get it-"
"And you asked Snopes for the money?"
"Yes, sir. He said that Texas man taken it away with him when he left. But I would...." She ceased again, perhaps looking down at her hands also. Certainly she was not looking at anyone.
"Yes?" the Justice said. "You would what?"
"I would know them five dollars. I earned them myself, weaving at night after Henry and the chaps was asleep. Some of the ladies in Jefferson would save up string and such and give it to me and I would weave things and sell them. I earned that money a little at a time and I would know it when I saw it because I would take the can outen the chimney and count it now and then while it was making up to enough to buy my chaps some shoes for next winter. I would know it if I was to see it again. If Mr. Snopes would just let-"
"Suppose there was somebody seen Flem give that money back to that Texas fellow," Lump Snopes said suddenly.
"Did anybody here see that?" the Justice said.
"Yes," Snopes said, harshly and violently. "Eck here did." He looked at Eck. "Go on. Tell him." The Justice looked at Eck; the four Tull girls turned their heads as one head and looked at him, and Mrs. Tull leaned forward to look past her husband, her face cold, furious, and contemptuous, and those standing shifted to look past one another's heads at Eck sitting motionless on the bench. "Did you see Snopes give Armstid's money back to the Texas man, Eck?" the Justice said. Still Eck did not answer nor move, Lump Snopes made a gross violent sound through the side of his mouth.
"By God, I ain't afraid to say it if Eck is. I seen him do it."
"Will you swear that as testimony?" Snopes looked at the Justice. He did not blink now. "So you won't take my word," he said. "I want the truth," the Justice said. "If I can't find that, I got to have sworn evidence of what I will have to accept as truth." He lifted the Bible from the two other books.
"All right," the bailiff said. "Step up here." Snopes rose from the bench and approached. They watched him, though now there was no shifting nor craning, no movement at all among the faces, the still eyes. Snopes at the
"You are ready to swear you saw Snopes give that Texas man back the money he took from Henry Armstid for that horse?" he said.
"I said I was didn't I?" Snopes said. The Justice released the Bible.
"Swear him," he said. "Put your left hand on the Book raise your right hand you solemnly swear and affirm-" the bailiff said rapidly. But Snopes had already done so, his left hand raised and his head turned away as once more his gaze went rapidly along the circle of expressionless and intent faces, saying in that harsh and snarling voice:
"Yes. I saw Flem Snopes give back to that Texas man whatever money Henry Armstid or anybody else thinks Henry Armstid or anybody else paid Flem for any of them horses. Does that suit you?"
"Yes," the Justice said. Then there was no movement, no sound anywhere among them. The bailiff placed the Bible quietly on the table beside the Justice's locked hands, and there was no movement save the flow and recover of the windy shadows and the drift of the locust petals. Then Mrs. Armstid rose; she stood once more (or still) looking at nothing, her hands clasped across her middle.
"I reckon I can go now, can't I?" she said.
"Yes," the Justice said, rousing. "Unless you would like-"
"I better get started," she said. "It's a right far piece." She had not come in the wagon, but on one of the gaunt and underfed mules. One of the men followed her across the grove and untied the mule for her and led it up to a wagon, from one hub of which she mounted. Then they looked at the Justice again. He sat behind the table, his
"Tull against Snopes. Assault and-" "Yes!" Mrs. Tull said. "I'm going to say a word before you start." She leaned, looking past Tull at Lump Snopes again. "If you think you are going to lie and perjure Flem and Eck Snopes out of-"
"Now, mamma," Tull said. Now she spoke to Tull, without changing her position or her tone or even any break or pause in her speech:
"Don't you say hush to me! You'll let Eck Snopes or Flem Snopes or that whole Varner tube snatch you out of the wagon and beat you half to death against a wooden budge. But when it comes to suing them for your just rights and a punishment, oh no. Because that wouldn't be neighborly. What's neighborly got to do with you lying flat on your back in the middle of planting time while we pick splinters out of your face?" By this time the bailiff was shouting,
"Order! Order! This here's a law court!" Mrs. Tull ceased. She sat back, breathing hard, staring at the Justice, who sat and spoke again as if he were reading aloud:
"-assault and battery on the person of Vernon Tull, through the agency and instrument of one horse, unnamed, belonging to Eckrum Snopes. Evidence of physical detriment and suffering, defendant himself witnesses Mrs. Tull and daughters-"
"Eck Snopes saw it too," Mrs. Tull said, though with less violence now. "He was there. He got there in plenty of time to see it. Let him deny it. Let him look me in the face and deny it if he-"
"If you please, ma'am," the Justice said. He said it so quietly that Mrs. Tull hushed and became quite calm, almost a rational and composed being. "The injury to your husband ain't disputed. And the agency of the horse ain't disputed. The law says that when a man owns a creature which he knows to be dangerous and if that creature is restrained and restricted from the public commons by a pen or enclosure capable of restraining and restricting it, if a man enter that pen or enclosure, whether he knows the creature in it is dangerous or not dangerous, then that man has committed trespass and the owner of that creature is not liable. But if that creature known to him to be dangerous ceases to be restrained by that suitable pen or enclosure, either by accident or design and either with or without the owner's knowledge, then that owner is liable. That's the law. All necessary now is to establish first, the ownership of the horse, and second, that the horse was a dangerous creature within the definition of the law as provided."
"Hah," Mrs. Tull said. She said it exactly as Bookwright would have. "Dangerous. Ask Vernon Tull. Ask Henry Armstid if them things was pets."
"If you please, ma'am," the Justice said. He was looking at Eck. "What is the defendant's position? Denial of ownership?"
"What?" Eck said.
"Was that your horse that ran over Mr. Tull"
"Yes," Eck said. "It was mine. How much do I have to p-"
"Hah," Mrs. Tull said again. "Denial of ownership. When there were at least forty men-fools too, or they wouldn't have been there. But even a fool's word is good about what he saw and heard-at least forty men heard that Texas murderer give that horse to Eck Snopes. Not sell it to him, mind; give it to him."
"What?" the Justice said. "Gave it to him?"
"Yes," Eck said. "He give it to me. I'm sorry Tull happened to be using that bridge too at the same time. How much do I-"
"Wait," the Justice said. "What did you give him? a note? a swap of some kind?"
"No," Eck said. "He just pointed to it in the lot and told me it belonged to me."
"And he didn't give you a bill of sale or a deed or anything in writing?" "I reckon he never had time," Eck said. "And after Lon Quick forgot and left that gate open, never nobody had time to do no writing even if we had a thought of it." "What's all this?" Mrs. Tull said. "Eck Snopes has just told you he owned that horse. And if you won't take his word, there were forty men standing at that gate all day long doing nothing, that heard that murdering card-playing whiskey-drinking antichrist-" This time the Justice raised one hand, in its enormous pristine cuff, toward her He did not look at her. "Wait," he said. "Then what did he do?" he said to Eck. "Just lead the horse up and put the rope in your hand?"
"No," Eck said. "Him nor nobody else never got no ropes on none of them. He just pointed to the horse in the lot and said it was mine and auctioned off the rest of them and got into the buggy and said good-bye and drove off. And we got our ropes and went into the lot, only Lon Quick forgot to shut the gate. I'm sorry it made Tull's mules snatch him outen the wagon. How much do I owe him?" Then he stopped, because the Justice was no longer looking at him and, as he realized a moment later, no longer listening either. Instead, he was sitting back in the chair, actually leaning back in it for the first time, his head bent slightly and his hands resting on the table before him, the fingers lightly overlapped. They watched him quietly for almost a half-minute before anyone realized that he was looking quietly and steadily at Mrs. Tull.
"Well, Mrs. Tull," he said, "by your own testimony, Eck never owned that horse."
"What?" Mrs. Tull said. "It was not loud at all. What did you say?"
"In the law, ownership can't be conferred or invested by word-of-mouth. It must be established either by recorded or authentic document, or by possession or occupation. By your testimony and his both, he never gave that Texan anything in exchange for that horse, and by his testimony the Texas man never gave him any paper to prove he owned it, and by his testimony and by what I know myself from these last four weeks, nobody yet has ever laid hand or rope either on any one of them. So that horse never came into Eck's possession at all. That Texas man could have given that same horse to a dozen other men standing around that gate that day, without even needing to tell Eck he had done it; and Eck himself could have transferred all his title and equity in it to Mr. Tull right there while Mr. Tull was lying unconscious on that bridge just by thinking it to himself, and Mr. Tull's title would be just as legal as Eck's."
"So I get nothing?" Mrs. Tull said. Her voice was still calm, quiet, though probably no one but Tull realized that it was too calm and quiet. "My team is made to run away by a wild spotted mad dog, my wagon is wrecked; my husband is jerked out of it and knocked unconscious and unable to work for a whole week with less than half of our seed in the ground, and I get nothing."
"Wait," the Justice said. "The law-"
"The law," Mrs. Tull said. She stood suddenly up- a short, broad, strong woman, balanced on the balls of her planted feet.
"Now, mamma," Tull said.
"Yes, ma'am," the Justice said. Your damages are fixed by statute. The law says that when a suit for damages is brought against the owner of an animal which has corn witted damage or injury, if the owner of the animal either
"Now, mamma!" Tull said. He rose quickly. But Mrs. i Tull was still quiet, only quite rigid and breathing hard, It until Tull spoke. Then she turned on him, not screaming: shouting; presently the bailiff was banging the table-top with his hand-polished hickory cane and roaring "Order! Order! While the neat old man, thrust backward in his chair as though about to dodge and trembling with an old man's palsy, looked on with amazed unbelief.
"The horse!" Mrs. Tull shouted. "We see it for five seconds, while it is climbing into the wagon with us and then out again. Then it's gone, God don't know where and thank the Lord He don't! And the mules gone with it and the wagon wrecked and you laying there on the budge with your face full of kindling-wood and bleeding like a hog and dead for all we knew. And he gives us the horse! Don't hush me! Get on to that wagon, fool that would sit there behind a pair of young mules with reins tied around his wrist! Get on to that wagon, all of you!"
"I can't stand no more!" the old Justice cried. "I won't! This court's adjourned! Adjourned!"