Maung Tun Thu - George Washington Cover (or) Paramishin

George Washington Cover or Genius

The band arrived on a very windy night. Moses Carver began to hear the sound of their hooves. He knew immediately that they were masked bandits. This band had been roaming the Missouri countryside during the winter months throughout the Civil War. They would often raid livestock and capture slaves wherever they went. They would take the slaves they captured and sell them at exorbitant prices.

Not too long ago. A few weeks ago, this group of people raided his farm here once. At that time, right under his wife's eyes, they tied his hands together with wire and hung him from a tree.

“Where are your black people?” they asked him. They beat him with whips. They burned his feet with fire. But Moses Carver never revealed the only slave he had. At that time, his slave girl, Mary, was hiding in a cave with her children. She did not tell them, so they did not go to see Mary. Now they were here again. It was a night in the bitter winter of 1862.

"Run to the cave"

Kava, stroking his still-healed legs, ran out of the house into the darkness, shouting to his wife. The horsemen had not yet reached his yard.

A thought entered his mind. He must have Mary hide. He flung open the door of the adjoining parlor and entered. Mary stood by the fireplace, trembling. Her little daughter, Melissa, stood there, pulling at the hem of her nightgown. Her little son, Jin, was fast asleep on the bed. He was holding his youngest son in his arms.

"Hey, everyone, get out of the room quickly, run and hide somewhere safe."

"Kava shouted."

"Those guys will be here soon."

He picked up Jin from the bed and ran back to the door. "Take the two children, follow me," he said.

However, Mary did not follow the cover, the little boy in her arms had been coughing and sick since birth. If she went outside like this, her son would catch a cold and die. She had to have a blanket for her son. She ran to the corner of the room to get a blanket.

At that moment, masked men burst into the room and snatched the baby from Mary's arms.

The thugs tied Mary's hands with ropes, dragged her outside, and put her on the horse. She was shivering and cold, and begged, "Please give my children something to wear." But no one took any action. In a moment, the horses were on the dark road outside the courtyard.

"Forgive the disciple, Father."

"Kava whispered."

"They've captured Mary."

Standing nearby was his wife, Susan Carver, who was crying as she held Mary's son, Jim.

Moses Carver was always against slavery. Unlike other farmers, he did not keep any slaves on his farm. The couple had lived together for many years. Later, his wife was so anxious to find him a companion that she bought Mary from a neighbor for seven hundred dollars. They had been happily married for six years. All that time, he had been haunted by the thought of buying her. He had always wondered if he had done the right thing. But now she had been taken. If he could never get her back, he would never be able to live with the guilt of his innocence for the rest of his life.

The next morning, Moses Carver rode out to the village of Diamond Grove, the nearest to his farm, in search of a man named John Bentley. According to rumors, Bentley had once been a gang member, a bad guy, and a bad horseman. He thought it would be a good idea to ask Mary to go after the kidnappers. Carver found the man he was looking for outside a store.

“These men have taken Mary and the two children,” he told Bentley. “If you can find them, I will find them, and I will give you money to ransom Mary and them. And take my best horse, “Pesa,” and bring it with you. If you can bring Mary and Pasa back, I will give you forty acres of forest land.”

That afternoon, Bentley and his horse set off for the mountains. Carver, along with his wife Susan and Mary's young son Jim, were eagerly awaiting Bentley's return.

Six days later, on a very cold day, with heavy rain, Bentley returned. Carver's racehorse, Pacer, was following Bentley's horse. He was not accompanied. He had returned alone. But when he arrived at the house, he took out a package from under his coat.

"I just got this, I don't know if I'm alive or dead," he said.

Susan let out a startled cry and took the dirty, tattered work from Bentley's hands. It was Mary's youngest child. Her lips were blue. She looked like a newborn baby dying in the nest.

Susan carried the baby in her arms and quickly fed him milk. She sat by the stove to keep the baby warm. Mozek brought the milk, adding a little sugar to it. Susan poured it into the baby's mouth with a small spoon. At first, the milk ran down the baby's chin. Then, with a loud cry, he swallowed the milk.

"It's okay, it's life."

Susan muttered.

Bentley stared at the baby making a loud noise.

"I don't want to take the forty acres of land you gave me as soon as I bring this child back."

He said.

“You did the best you could, and you can take my horse, Pacer,” said Moses. Bentley nodded. He seemed satisfied. Then he told how he had followed them. The bad guys had entered the mountainous state of Arkansas. They had crossed over to the Mississippi. He said he thought they would sell Mary and her daughter along the Mississippi River.

"Where did you get this child?"

"Kava asked."

"They gave it to the women of Conway for free, but this child is worthless. Where will they take it?" replied Bentley.