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Updated: July 15, 2026

Then they gave the far-reaching, fiendish, rebel yell. "Shoot," I replied, "if you want to be hung." "Boys," I said, turning to the darkies, "what's the matter?" "Oh, boss, massa Linkum's dead, de Dimikrat am Presidunt, und we poo' niggers be slabes agin. We fight, we die, but we won't be slabes agin, neber."

James Henry Foss - The Gentleman from Everywhere