Having got his papers signed, Pinch whips up his satchel, sticks a fresh quid in his mouth, and leaves the room with Antoine
, the two Negroes going out arm in arm, strutting and sniggering through admiring crowds.
“Dat Nig is sole,” one fellow cries.
“Golly,” says a third, “ dat Nig is ole Pinch!”
And so the dusky hero vanishes from our sight.
“It is a farce,” says Governor Kellogg
is no more senator now than he was before.
He goes on a fool's errand, but these coloured children must be humoured.
When he reaches Washington
they will find out their mistake.”
is courteous, grave, and self-possessed.
It is a common saying that he lives on lies.
A friend who met me in Canal Street said: “Going to see Kellogg
Let me warn you that the man you are going to see is a wonder.
He's not afraid.
All the Federal
troops in New Orleans could not make him tell the truth.”
has a smooth and winning way, which enemies may describe as wheedling and deceptive; but his eyes look honestly into your face, and his tone of voice is frank and earnest.
He appears to me a stirring and