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It was nearly midnight when the door of their old cabin was broken open by a dozen black, ignorant negroes, who seized and bound the old couple before they could cry out. Bisco was taken out into the yard under a tree, while his wife, pleading and begging for her husband's life, was tied to another tree.
He walked off, saying to himself: "A nigger who is a traitor to his race ought to be shot, but for fear of a noise and disturbin' the ladies I'll hang 'em both, never fear." Travis touched his mare with the spur and galloped off. Uncle Bisco and his wife were rudely awakened.
No other evidence was needed, and the Witch Finder declared that Aunt Charity was Queen of Witches. The council retired, and in a few minutes their decision was made: Uncle Bisco was to be beaten to death with hickory flails and his old wife hung to the nearest tree. Their verdict being made, two stout negroes came forward to bind the old man to a tree with his arms around it.
Westmore in half apology "she has been with us so long and is now so old and helpless since they were freed; their children have all left them gone no one knows where. And so Uncle Bisco and Aunt Charity are as helpless as babes, and but for Alice they would suffer greatly." A sudden impulse seized Travis: "Let us go and peep in on them. We shall have a good joke on Her Majesty." Mrs.
An hour afterwards a negro was sadly leading a tired old man on a superb horse back to headquarters, and as the rider's head sank on his breast he said: "Lead me, Bisco, I'm too weak to guide my horse. Nothing is left now but the curse of it." And O, the curse of it! Fifty-seven Union dead beside the wounded, in the little front yard of the Carter House, alone.
"Bisco," said the leader, "we cum heah to pay you back fur de blood you drawed frum our backs whilst you hilt de whip ob slabery an' oberseed fur white fo'ks.
He had a terrible dream last night, and he would have me to interpret it." "Quite Biblical," laughed her mother. "What was it?" "They have been very unhappy all day you know the negroes have been surly and revengeful since the election of Governor Houston they believe they will be put back into slavery and they know that Uncle Bisco voted with his white friends.
"If God lets it be," said the preacher, "Bisco, if God lets it be " he said excitedly, "if he'll let Cap'n Tom die an' suffer the martyrdom he suffered for conscience sake an' be robbed, as he was robbed, of his home, an' of his love if God'll do that, then all I can say is, that after a long life walkin' with God, it'll be the fus' time I've ever knowed Him to let the wrong win out in the end.
De berry chile you say she witched hes hed 'leptis fits all its life an' Cheerity ain't dun nuffin' but take it medicine to kwore it. Don't hurt de po' ole 'oman," he exclaimed. "Let 'em do whut dey please wid me, Bisco," she said: "Dey can't do nuffin' to dis po' ole body but sen' de tired soul on dat journey wher de buterful room is already fix fur it, es you read dis berry night.
But let a man be brave no matter what his faults are the rest is all a question of time. You would soon learn to love him as I did your father." Mrs. Westmore was wise. She changed the subject. "Have you noticed Uncle Bisco lately, mother?" asked Alice after a while. "Why, yes; I intended to ask you about him." "He says there are threats against his life his and Aunt Charity's.
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