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According to the unprejudiced testimony of those who, before the war, in his own country, had owned slaves, those of the "Southland" were always content, always happy. When not singing close harmony in the cotton-fields, they danced upon the levee, they twanged the old banjo. But these slaves of the Upper Congo were not happy. They did not dance. They did not sing.

The climatic conditions of this region hardly more than intimate the suggestion of the southland, but there is to be seen in the vineyards, and indeed in things that grow, generally, a notable tendency toward a luxuriance that is not found northward of this valley.

"At what, and whom, do you point?" demanded Murray. "Here is the Egyptian of trusty Halbert Glendinning, our Southland Moses, come alive again, and flourishing, gay and bright as ever, in that Teviotdale Goshen, the Halidome of Kennaquhair." "What mean you, my lord?" said Murray. "Only that your new henchman has put a false tale upon you.

Hordle John drew the back of his hand across his mouth, fixed his eyes upon the corner of the ceiling, and bellowed forth, in a voice which made the torches flicker, the southland ballad for which he had been asked: The franklin he hath gone to roam, The franklin's maid she bides at home, But she is cold and coy and staid, And who may win the franklin's maid?

Ha! ha! ha!" A terrible fear stole over Earl as he watched her peculiar behavior. "Live! Ha! ha! ha! 'Nigger, 'darkey, 'coon' live! Yes, I'll live! I'll live! Whee poo poo wheep!" screamed Eunice, now dashing wildly about the room. She had gone mad. At the earliest moment practicable Earl bore the raving Eunice out of the Southland, carried her to a sanitarium in a northern city.

While both these boys had spent much of their lives upon the banks of the Ohio, and were accustomed to the various sights familiar to all river dwellers, at the same time things had a vastly different appearance now that they were afloat and actually drawing a little nearer and nearer to the sunny southland with each passing hour.

Cartwright said he didn't want no share of the money if you caught Gaspar and Sinclair. Is that right for you, too, Sandersen?" "It sure is. I want the fun, not the coin," said Sandersen. "Boys," resumed Arizona, "it rounds up to this: Sinclair came down here to Sour Creek for a purpose." Sandersen began to listen intently. He even dreaded this fat man from the southland.

In the end, he struck it rich and built a cabin in Circle City; and his happiness was such that men who came to visit him in his home-circle became restless at the sight of it and envied him greatly. But the Northland began to mature and social amenities to make their appearance. Hitherto, the Southland had sent forth its sons; but it now belched forth a new exodus this time of its daughters.

But this, in turn, was the mere setting for something bigger, namely, the play of temperament. Opportunities swarmed in the streets and buildings and human and economic relations of the city of his dream. It was a larger table for gambling. The limit was the sky, with the Southland on one side and the aurora borealis on the other.

I found me a wife with spirit akin to mine, and like myself a victim of the bloods. The two of us withdrew from the active affairs of men, and from our own heath looked out upon the land of our birth, in the very which we had been made aliens. And now we have been dragged from our happy seclusion and gibbeted. "And thinkest thou, O Southland, that the last has been heard of me? Ha! Ha!