The Yankee having finished his work, and been paid for it, said it was high time for him to be about starting, and he must go and look after his cart. He accordingly left the house for that purpose; and Israel, looking out at the end window, said, “I see he’s not coming round to the house again, but going to try the short-cut into the back road. I’ll go and see that he puts up the bars after him.”
Israel went out, and his sisters followed him, to see the tinman off.
The Yankee came to the bars, leading his horse with the cart, and found Israel there before him. “Are you going to let down the bars for me?” said the tinman.
“No,” replied Israel, “I’m not going to be so polite; but I intend to see that thee carries off nothing more than belongs to thee.”
“What do you mean?” exclaimed the Yankee, changing colour.
“I expect I can show thee,” answered Israel. Then, stepping up to the back of the cart, and putting in his hands, he pulled out the black child, and held her up before him, saying, “Now, if thee offers to touch this girl, I think we shall be apt to differ.”
The tinman then advanced towards Israel, and, with a menacing look, raised his whip; but the fearless young Quaker (having consigned the little girl to his sisters, who held her between them) immediately broke a stick from a tree that grew near, and stood on the defensive, with a most steadfast look of calm resolution.
The Yankee went close up to him, brandishing his whip, but, before he had time to strike, Israel, with the utmost coolness, and with great strength and dexterity, seized him by the collar, and swinging him round to some distance, flung him to the ground with such force as to stun him, saying, “Mind I don’t call myself a fighting character, but if thee offers to get up I shall feel free to keep thee down.”
The tinman began to move, and the girls ran shrieking to the house for their father, dragging with them the little black girl, whose screams (as is usual with all of her colour) were the loudest of the loud.