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Updated: June 7, 2025
The old and typical Southern gentleman developed as cotton-planter had nothing to teach or to give, except warning. Even as example to be avoided, he was too glaring in his defiance of reason, to help the education of a reasonable being. No one learned a useful lesson from the Confederate school except to keep away from it.
"Rubber nuts gums and so on," he said. "But our real future is cotton. I grew fifty acres of it last year in my District." "My District!" said his father. "Hear him, Mummy!" "I did though! I wish I could show you the sample. Some Manchester chaps said it was as good as any Sea Island cotton on the market." "But what made you a cotton-planter, my son?" she asked. "Ah! What was your Chief like?"
If it profit a plant to have its seeds more and more widely disseminated by the wind, I can see no greater difficulty in this being effected through natural selection, than in the cotton-planter increasing and improving by selection the down in the pods on his cotton-trees.
"Ten years, sar." "Have you a good appetite?" "Yes, sar." "Can you eat your allowance?" "Yes, sar, when I can get it." "Where were you employed in Virginia?" "I worked de tobacker fiel'." "In the tobacco field, eh?" "Yes, sar." "How old did you say you was?" "Twenty-five, sar, nex' sweet-'tater-diggin' time." "I am a cotton-planter, and if I buy you, you will have to work in the cotton-field.
The English spinner, too, can not only reduce his time one-fourth without stopping, but can reduce his consumption another fourth by raising his numbers and increasing the fineness of his cloth; and as he draws one-fourth of his supply from other countries, it is obvious that he might hold out for nearly two years without a bale from America. Could the cotton-planter hold out any longer?
This was a young cotton-planter a free, dashing spirit, who had sacrificed a fortune at the shrines of Momus and Bacchus. "Why, Haller, old fellow! glad to see you. How have you been? Think of going with us?" "Yes, I have signed. Who is that man?" "He's a Creole; his name is Dubrosc." It was a face purely Norman, and one that would halt the wandering eye in any collection.
"Ten years, sar." "Have you a good appetite?" "Yes, sar." "Can you eat your allowance?" "Yes, sar, when I can get it." "Where were you employed in Virginia?" "I worked de tobacker fiel'." "In the tobacco field, eh?" "Yes, sar." "How old did you say you was?" "Twenty-five, sar, nex' sweet-'tater-diggin' time." "I am a cotton-planter, and if I buy you, you will have to work in the cotton-field.
After that time, each day's work was tested and the result announced. The "tell-tale," as the scales were sometimes called, was an overseer from whom there was no escape. I think the negroes worked faithfully as soon as they found there was no opportunity for deception. I was visited by Mrs. B.'s agent a few days after I became a cotton-planter.
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