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I took advantage of them by enrolling myself as a student of mathematics in the Lawrence Scientific School. On this occasion I well remember my pleasant reception by Charles W. Eliot, tutor in mathematics, and E. N. Horsford, professor of chemistry, and, I believe, dean of the school. As a newcomer into the world of light, it was pleasant to feel the spirit with which they welcomed me.
It is a matter of the utmost congratulation to the good people of Horsford that one of such courage and prudence occupies the position which you hold. I am afraid that the people whom you are teaching can never be made to understand and appreciate the position into which they have been thrust by the terrible events of the past few years.
As a farmer, a champion tobacco-grower and curer, as the most prosperous man of his race in that section, Horsford was not without a certain pride in Nimbus; but when he asserted the right of his people to attend a political meeting without let or hindrance, losing only from their wages as hirelings the price of the time thus absent, he was at once marked down as a "dangerous" man.
It chanced that the luck ran against young Horsford, which doubtless made him prone to be quick in taking offence.
The officer knew that none of the colored men who had been upon the island any length of time would have ventured into his presence unannounced, or have made such an inquiry. "Where did you come from?" he asked. "Ober to der mainlan'," was the composed answer. "How did you get here?" "Come in a boat." "Run away?" "S'pose so." "Where did you live?" "Up de kentry Horsford County."
He was always that mild I used to wonder the Lord didn't take him long ago. Nigger as he was, and cripple as he was, I'd ruther had his religion than that of all the mean, hypocritical, murdering aristocrats in Horsford." "But, Mr. Jackson, you should not speak in that way of our best citizens." "Oh, the devil! I know but that is no matter, Mr. Le Moyne. I didn't come to argue with you.
He did not believe, he would not believe, that his countrymen of the South, his white fellow-citizens of the good old county of Horsford, had fairly and honestly considered the position in which recent events and legislation had placed them, not only before the eyes of the country, but of the civilized world.
On the same evening memorial services were held in Faneuil Hall, Boston, at which the mayor of the city presided, and addresses were made by Josiah Quincy, Professor E.N. Horsford, the Honorable Richard H. Dana, and others.
Turning up the valances of the bed, he found a piece of paper crumpled up; this was sent to an analyst on the following day. An inquest was held and a post-mortem directed. Horsford at the inquest swore that he had never written to the deceased or visited her. On the evening of Saturday the 8th, after the post-mortem, Mrs.
"Wal, now, I don't know dat, not edzactly." "How old do you think twenty-one?" "Oh, la, yes; more nor dat, Cap'." "Born where?" "Right h'yer in Horsford, sah." "What is your name?" "Nimbus." "Nimbus what?" asked the officer, looking up. "Nimbus nothin', sah; jes' straight along Nimbus." "Well, but " said the officer, looking puzzled, "you must have some sort of surname."
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