r agin them. An' then you
wouldn't discharge your Nigger." Schults' eyes flashed. He locked his
hands and brought them down upon the show case hard enough to break it.
"What I keers fer der black lisdt, eh? I dondt keers whadt dey duse mid
Schults. Before I vould hep dem ter harm dese kullod peeples py dams I
suffers ter be kilt. Who ish mine frients? Who buys mine groceries?
Kullud peeples. When Schults cum ster Wilmiton sick mit der rhumatiz,
mit no moneys, mit no frients, who helbs Schults ter git on his feets?
Dese rich bocra? No; dey kicks Schults off de sidewalks, cowhide Schults
on der sthreets. Who helbs Schults den? Kullud peeples! An' befoe I
rais' mine hand 'gin dem I suffer det. Let dem kum, kum an' git Schults
when dey chuse. Don't let dem t'ink fur er moment I no prepare fer dem.
Dem Ghermans who 'lows dem down bhroke ristocrats persuade dem gintz
deir kullud frients who thrade mit dem an' keeps dem from starvin' when
dese rich bocra thry ter dhrive dem frum des country deserbe de cuss ov
Almighty Got! An' you damn po bocras dat allows yo'uselfs ter be make
fools mit you'selfs fer broke down risterchrats ter dhrive kullud
peeples frum dey homes deserfs efry one eff you' ter be kilt." George
Howe's under jaw dropped. He stared at Schults in astonishment, for he
did not expect to witness such a show of bravery on the part of this
quiet German grocer. "I didn't mean to insult you, Schults," said he,
reaching over and helping himself from a barrel of apples which stood
close by. "I jes thought I'd warn you." "Now, dere's dat Gheorge Bohn,"
continued Schults, with apparent inattention to what George had said. "I
see his nhame in der bapers as one uv der leaders in dis supremacy
humbug. Who makes Bohn whadt he is on Dry Pon'? Who makes Gheorge Bohn
whad he is in dis counthry? Dem very peeples who he is now thrin' ter
kill. Dem broke down ristercrats, sich as Moss an' odders, cares no more
fer sich as him den dey do fur de grass neat der feets. When dey gits
demselfs in office dem Dutchmen kin go, po bocras kin go, dey cares
noddings fur yo when dey wus rich. Now dey air po as Job's turkey, dey
wants us Dutchmans an po bocras to dhrive oud our meat an' bread so dey
kin demselfs git fat at de public crib. But I tells you dis: Schults
will haft nodding to do mit dem. I stays in mine house, mine house is
mine castle, and ef dey wants me let dem cum to mine house, by dams I
fills dem full uv lead; yo kin put dat in yo