I confess I never quite lost faith in Androo.
Pro-slavery Democracy sticks to a man ez does the odor uv the gentle
skunk to clothes, and it is got rid uv only by the same means, to-wit,
buryin the victim thereof.
Androo started out to be a Moses, and he is one; but I think he's
changed his Israelites. I onst saw a woman skinnin live eels, and I
reproached her, saying,--
"Woman, why skinnest thou eels alive? Doth it not pain em?"
"Nary!" retorted she. "I've skinned em this way for going on to 20
years, and they're used to it."
Even so. The negroes hev bin in bondage so long that they're used to it,
and Androo feelin a call to continue in the Moses biznes, hez, I hope,
turned his attention to the Dimocrisy. It's us he's a-goin to lead up
out uv the Egypt uv wretchedness we've bin in for neerly five years;
it's US that's a-goin to quit brick making without straw, and go up into
the Canaan wich is runnin with the milk and honey uv public patronage.
We shel hev sum fites: there's Amakelitish post masters and Phillistine
collectors to displace, but with a second Jaxon at our hed what can we
fear?
I feel to-night like a young colt. To me it seems ez though my venerable
locks, wich hangs scantily about my temples, hed grown black agin, and
that my youth was returnin. Ef I hed any notion uv sooiside, them idea
is dismist.
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