He is open to such hints as “forty acres and a good mule,” and plenty of carpet-baggers are at hand, ready, at auspicious moments, with such hints.
He has enjoyed one spell of power, and the intoxication of that period hangs about his hut and dug-out.
What a day of glory for the son of Ham
A Negro loves to sit in a chair of state, to hear men say “his honour,” and to fine White
rowdies for getting drunk: “Hi, hi!
You bad fellow.
You drunk-Ten dollar! Hi, hi!”
Like other savages the Georgian Negroes
want to rule.
It is no use to tell them they are fewer than the Whites, and that the greater number rules the less.
They think it should be turn and turn about.
The Whites have had their day, and now the Blacks should have their day.
Thousands of these Negroes have been drilled and armed by the State
Most of the militia regiments are Black, and these Black regiments are officered by scalawags and carpet-baggers, who have swarmed into the cotton-fields and rice-grounds from distant towns.
These regiments of coloured troops, commanded by strangers and adventurers, are the cause of much distrust.