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of voices, and didn't see no pertic'ler importance in their "r's." It
wasn't that you could spell it no different when they talked, but it
sounded different.

I eat my breakfast with the old gentleman, and then I took a sleep until
time fur dinner. They wouldn't hear of me leaving that night. I fully
intended to go on the next day, but before I knowed it I been there a
couple of days, and have got very well acquainted with that fambly.

Well, that was a house divided agin itself. Miss Lucy, she is awful
favourable to all this nightrider business. She spunks up and her eyes
sparkles whenever she thinks about that there tobaccer trust.

She would of like to been a night-rider herself. But the old man, he
says law and order is the main pint. What the country needs, he says,
ain't burning down tobaccer warehouses, and shooting your neighbours,
and licking them with switches, fur no wrong done never righted another
wrong.

"But you were in the Ku Klux Klan yo'self," says Miss Lucy.

The old man says the Ku Kluxes was working fur a principle--the
principle of keeping the white supremacy on top of the nigger race. Fur
if you let 'em quit work and go around balloting and voting it won't
do. It makes 'em biggity. And a biggity nigger is laying up trouble fur
himself. Because sooner or later he will get to thinking he is as good
as one of these here Angle-Saxtons you are always hearing so much talk
about down South. And if the Angle-Saxtons was to stand fur that, purty
soon they would be sociable equality. And next the hull dern country
would be niggerized. Them there Angle-Saxtons, that come over from
Ireland and Scotland and France and the Great British Islands and
settled up the South jest simply couldn't afford to let that happen, he
says, and so they Ku Kluxed the niggers to make 'em quit voting. It was
THEIR job to MAKE law and order, he says, which they couldn't be with
niggers getting the idea they had a right to govern. So they Ku Kluxed
'em like gentlemen. But these here night-riders, he says, is AGIN law
and order--they can shoot up more law and order in one night than can be
manufactured agin in ten years. He was a very quiet, peaceable old man,
Mr. Davis was, and Bud says he was so dern foolish about law and order
he had to up and shoot a man, about fifteen years ago, who hearn him
talking that-a-way and said he reminded him of a Boston school teacher.

But Miss Lucy and Bud, they tells me what all th