In the full freedom spurning man and place,
Deep in the forest let him rear his clan
Where God himself stands face to face with man."
Just as the oppressed African finished this rhythmical statement of his platform, my boy, a huge horse-fly, alighting on the nose of Captain Samyule Sa-mith, awoke that hero from the refreshing slumber into which he had fallen.
"Tell me, Johnson," says he, "how you got your eddication, for I thought that persons from Afric's sunny mountain went to school about as often as a cat goes to sea."
Mr. Johnson placed his hand upon his breast with much stateliness, and says he: "I entered Yale College as a Spaniard, and having graduated with all honors, returned to my master, and was at once employed in cotton culture. I am contented and happy, and have never seen an uncomfortable day since my wife was sold. Go, stranger, and tell your people that the South may be overwhelmed, but she can never be conquered while Johnson has a seal ring to his back."
On hearing this speech, my boy, Samyule said:
"About face! skeletons;" and the gridiron cavalry returned to camp in a brown study.
The intelligence of the southern slaves is really wonderful, my boy, and if it should ever come to a head, look out for a rise in wool.
Yours, contemplatively,