Dred: A Tale of the Great Dismal Swamp

by Harriet Beecher Stowe

He goes to North Carolina, for de North Carolina rose."

"There you are!" said Frank Russel. "Do you see the grin going round? What a lot of ivory! They are coming in this chorus, strong!"

And the whole assembly, with great animation, poured out on the chorus:—

"Oh, de North Carolina rose!

Oh, de North Carolina rose!

We wish good luck to mas'r,

With de North Carolina rose!"

This chorus was repeated with enthusiasm, clapping of hands, and laughing.

"I think the North Carolina rose ought to rise!" said Russel.