I mind th' old Slavery crimes, JOHN.
I don't need tellin' twice.
Ole Uncle S. sez he, "I guess,
I only guess," sez he,
"Seven million blacks on his folks' backs
Would kind o' rile J.B.
Ez much ez it riles me!"
The Red Man,—well, I s'pose, JOHN,
We'll hev to wipe him aout.
Sech pizonous trash ez those, JOHN,