you go back, stranger, that we's got soulds like yours up north,
and we's got feelings too, by thunder! jes like other white men.
This was a white man's country once--now it's all niggers and
dogs. Why, them niggers in the legislature has spit-boxes lined
with gold to spit in! What's this country a-coming to? We wish
the niggers no harm if they lets our hogs and chickens alone."

After this tirade it was amusing to see how friendly the whites and
blacks were. The Crackers conversed with these children of Ham, who had
been stealing their hams for so long a time, in the most kindly way,
realizing, perhaps, that they had various peculiar traits of their own,
and must, after all, endure their neighbors.

A traveller should place facts before his readers, and leave to them the
drawing of the moral. Northern men and women who go to the southern
states and reside for even the short space of a year or two, invariably
change their life-long views and principles regarding the negro as a
moral and social creature. When these people return to their homes in
Maine or Massachusetts (as did the representatives of the Granges of the
northern states after they had visited South Carolina in 1875) a new
light, derived from contact with _facts_, dawns upon them, while their
surprised and untravelled neighbors say: "_So you have become Southern
in your views._ I never would have thought that of _you_."

The railroad has become one of the great mediums of enlightenment to
mankind, and joins in a social fraternity the disunited elements of a
country. God grant that the resources of the great South may soon be
developed by the capital and free labor of the North. Our sister states
of the South, exhausted by the struggles of the late war which resulted
in consolidating more firmly than ever the great Union, are now ready to
receive every honest effort to develop their wealth or cultivate their
territory. Let every national patriot give up narrowness of views and
sectional selfishness and become acquainted with (not the politicians)
the people of the New South, and a harmony of feeling will soon possess
the hearts of all true lovers of a government of the people.

The swamp tributaries were swelling the river into a very rapid torrent
as I paddled away from the ferry on Monday, January 18. A warmer
latitude having been reached, I could dispense with one blanket, and
this I had presented to my kind host, who had refused