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I wouldn't be a cavortin' an' projeckin' aroun' to settle up laynds which they got too many settlehs on 'em now, an' ef you bring niggehs we'll kill 'em, an' ef you bring white folks we'll make 'em wish they was dead." The two men smiled good-naturedly.
Barbara gazed on the bareheaded men and courtesying women grasping the hand of their stately master. "Howdy, Mahse John Wesley. Welcome home, sah. Yass, sah!" "Howdy, Mahse John Wesley. Yass, sah; dass so, sot free, but niggehs yit, te-he! an' Rosemont niggehs yit!" Chorus, "Dass so!" and much laughter. "Howdy, Mahse John Wesley. Miss Rose happy now, an' whensomever she happy, us happy. Yass, sah.
"Well, seh, Mahstah Majah, Ah ain't eveh raghtly comp'ehended, but Ah've reckoned that theah wah business an' Procalmashum an' so fothe was fo' common niggehs an' fiel' han's an' sech what b'long to th' place. But Ah was diffunt. Ah ain't b'longed to th' place. Ah b'longed to Miss Cahline lak Ah endeaveh to explain.
Well, seh, ow boys fi-ud an' cha'ged, an' the niggehs, of co'se, run, leavin' three dead an' fo' wounded; aw, accawdin' to latest accounts, seven dead an' no wounded.
Why, as Brother Garnet says, the drinkin' habit is as much a moral as a physical sickness, and the man that can make common talk of it in his own case to ev'y Tom, Dick, and Harry, evm down to the niggehs, ain't so much as tetched the deepest root uv his trouble, much less cu'ud! Why, Doctor, Brother Garnet see him, himself! a-tellin' that C'nelius Leggett! and pulled him away! Po' Brother Garnet!
The niggehs taken shelteh in the church, ow boys fallen back fo' reinfo'cements, an' about a' hour by sun comes word that the niggehs, frenzied with raage an' liquo', a-comin' this way to the numbeh o' three hund'ed, an' increasin' as they come. No, seh, I don't know that it is unfawtunate. It's just as well faw this thing to happm, an' to happm now.
Would you try and be independent of the whites?" "No, sah," the other answered decidedly. "It's jes' those No'thern niggehs that are talkin' that way all the time. Thar's a lot o' talk up No'th, but down hyar an' furtheh South, whar the mos' o' the colored people are, they're willin' enough to be let alone.
"Chain' to de rock, an' yit sa-ave at las'!" exclaimed Sidney. While her husband and children still gazed at the royal stars, Hester spoke softly to me again. "Miss Maud, dass a tryin' sawt o' sto'y to tell to a bunch o' po' niggehs; did you dess make dat up fo' us?"
"Ow niggehs ah res'less an' discontented enough now, and whether you'll succeed aw not you shan't come 'round amongst them tryin' to steal them away! Damned if we don't run you out of the three counties! So long, General!" He went by March to the door. John stood straight, his jaws set, chin up, eyes down. Halliday, by grimaces, was adjuring him to forbear.
Why ow pickets, they're there. 'Twould be strange if they wa'n't three hund'ed Blackland county niggehs marchin' on the town to burn it." "Is that really the news?" "That's the latest, seh. We after reinfo'cements." They moved on. Judge March rode slowly toward Suez. John rode beside him. In a moment the Judge halted again, lifted his head, and listened.
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