"And see that you keep out of sight," laughed the captain: "the Huskies don't much like the looks of you."
"I tink I'se look as well as dey do, sar!" exclaimed the indignant cook.
"So do I, Palmleaf," said Raed; "but then opinions differ, you know. These Esquimaux are nothing but savages."
"Dey're berry ill-mannered fellars, sar, to make de best of dem. I wouldn't hev 'em roun', sar, stinkin' up de ship."
"I don't see that they smell much worse than a pack of niggers," remarked Wade provokingly; at which the darky went back to the galley muttering.
"Wade, some of these big negroes will pop you over one of these days," said Kit.
"Well, I expect it; and who'll be to blame for that? We had them under good control: you marched your hired Canadians down among us, and set them 'free,' as you say; which means that you've turned loose a class of beings in no way fit to be free. The idea of letting those ignorant niggers vote!—why, they are no more fit to have a voice in the making of the laws than so many hogs! You have done us a great wrong in setting them free: you've turned loose among us a horde of the most indolent, insolent, lustful beasts that ever made a hell of earth. You can't look for social harmony at the South! Why, we are obliged to go armed to protect our lives! No lady is safe to walk half a mile unattended. I state a fact when I say that my mother and my sisters do not dare to walk about our plantation even, for fear of those brutish negroes."
"I think you take a rather one-sided view, Wade," said Raed.
"It's the only side I can see."
"Perhaps; but there is another side, nevertheless."