arangue by turning a somersault. "I jes bet Dick Sands owes
Tom Miller now," said a young chap who sat leaning against the wall with
his legs spread out, laughing at Dick's Indian-like antics. "Yes,"
broke in another; "Tom's he'ped er lot er we po' devals; he's lent out
thousans er dollars in all ter white men. Hits er shame ter do him!"
"Yes, I mus admit that I owe Tom, but this is er time fur me ter jump
bail," said Dick Sands. "I don't b'lieve thet er Nigger should hav es
much money es Tom's got no way. Hit's ergin his helth. You know Niggers
liv longer po' then they do when they air rich, bekase when they're po'
they air in ther natruls, an air easier kept in their places. Hit's
these foe hundred Niggers thet er raisin all ther trouble." ...

"Well, les git ter bizness, gentermen," broke in Teck Pervis "There's er
lot befoe us ter do; Hell is ter begin at ther Cotton Press under Kurnel
Moss, while Cap'n Keen'll kinder peramerlate er roun in ther middle er
ther town with thet everlasting hell belcher uv his ter keep tings in
check. Kurnel Wade, Tom Strong, Hines an uther big uns will sortie er
roun' to'ards Dry Pond an blow up ther print'n press; thets ter draw
ther Niggers out frum ther Cotton Press, so thet Kurnel Moss kin git at
um, an mow em down. We uns will canter to'ards Brooklyn holdin' up
Niggers as we go. Then we air to jine Hill, Sikes, Turpin, Isaacs an'
others, an' raise hell in thet sexion. We uns air ter take no chances
wid theese Wilminton darkies. I ain't ferget Seventy-six. Let nun git by
without bein' sarched, uman er man. Shoot ef they resiss. Them's the
Kurnel's orders." "Who is this man Isaacs?" asked a stranger from
Georgia. "A Jew?" "Thet name's Jewey e'nuff fur yir, ain't it?" replied
Dick Sands. "He is er Jew, an er good un, I tell yer. I never took much
stock in er Jew, but this here un is er bo'n genterman, mo fit ter be
Christun. No church in hard circumstance is ever turned away from Ole
Mose; he he'ps em all, don't kere what they be, Jewish, Protestan er
Caterlick, white er black. He throde his influence with ther
Prohibitionists some years er go, an foute hard ter make er dry town
outer Wilminton, but ther luvers uv ole ginger wair too strong an jes
wallop'd ther life out er ther cold water uns. Ole Mose tuk hit cool, he
died game, took his defeat like er bon fighter, bekase he'd done an
fill'd his jugs an' stowd em up in de house afore ther fight begun, so
he cu'd erford ter be beat. T