d, now backward in the matter of manufacturing, must largely furnish
these markets. The cloven foot of America's race prejudice will make
itself manifest, and its owner will find it increasingly difficult to
secure a ready purchaser for his goods.

We have a hint of what will happen in the awakened darker world in the
boycott of American goods by the Chinese, because of the rude treatment
by American custom officials, of unoffending Chinese, a treatment born
of the spirit of race hatred.

MR. DIXON IS SHREWD.

Let us now take note of the various artifices resorted to by Mr. Dixon
to unhorse the Negro in the esteem of the North and bestow his place
upon those who would repress him.

In his first Anti-Negro book, Mr. Dixon was shrewd enough not to make a
Southerner who was _persona non grata_ to the North the hero of the
story. The poor old Ex-Confederate soldier, rank secessionist, the real
hero and dominating figure of his times, in this book is tied out in the
back yard, while the post of honor is given to a little boy whose father
fought most unwillingly against the Union. Mr. Dixon's choosing for a
hero this lad, whose father wore a confederate uniform over a union
heart, forcibly reminds one of the reply of the whimpering soldier whom
the captain was upbraiding for cowardice under fire.

"You act as though you were a baby," angrily shouted the captain to the
frightened soldier.

"I wish I was a baby and a gal baby at that," whimpered the soldier,
reasoning that "gal babies" were exempt not only from that battle, but
from all others.

While Mr. Dixon was in search of a hero that would be far removed from
what was regarded as treason in those days he might have made assurance
doubly sure by doing further violence to the predominating sentiment of
the day by making his hero--not his heroine--a "gal" baby.

MR. DIXON SCOFFS.

One of the brightest pages in the history of this nation will
be that which tells the story of those men and women of the North, who,
over the protests of loved ones, faced the ostracism of their kind in
the South that they might open the Negroes' eyes to the hitherto
forbidden glories of modern civilization and take care that the
spiritual was not lost sight of in the new maze of world wonders.
Withered indeed must be the soul that could scoff at such moral heroism,
and yet that is just what Mr. Dixon does. He suggests that the people
who produced a Washington and a Jefferson hardly