XVIII.
A Cry of Exultation.—A Gleam of Light.
Confedrit × Roads
(wich is in the Stait uv Kentucky),
April 2, 1866.
Kin it be? Is it troo, or is it not troo? Is Androo Johnson all my fancy painted him, or is he still a heaven-defying persekooter uv the Democratic Saints? That’s wat I and some thousands uv waitin souls wood go suthin handsome to know.
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.”