His scalawag champion cannot help him in a train.
Here ladies rule.
All ladies are Conservatives, and in America
nothing can be done if ladies object.
You see these fellows huddled in a front car, next to the engine, smothered by the smoke of burning logs.
Some of them are merry, others sullen; yet, in spite of their many discomforts, not a soul amongst them dreams of straying into the better cars.
“The Negro never comes into your company?”
we ask a passenger.
“ Never,” he replies, a curl of scorn on his thin aristocratic lips; “a Negro sit among our wives and sisters!”
“Has he not the legal right?”
“Such right as rules and articles can give him,yes; but he knows his place a good deal better than the scalawags.
and his crew were gone, we should have no more trouble with the coloured folk.
They know us; we know them.
It was a crime to give them votes; but we could live well enough with coloured voters, if the Federal
troops were called away.”
“ You have no fear of their majorities?”