peace, to earn their meat and drink, to keep a roof above their heads.
They take no thought for theories of race.
All men who want to buy are brethren in their eyes.
A Negro's dollar is as welcome in exchange for shoes or whisky as a White man's dollar.
What have trading folks to do with wrangles over equal rights?
Enough for them to pay their rents and taxes, leaving such theories to lawyers and senators.
Among the Negroes, too, Warmoth
has a body of supporters.
He has never lied to them.
He got their votes without a promise of “ forty acres and a good mule.”
His promises are not so large as Kellogg
's, but he tries to carry out the pledges he makes.
To his ingenuity the Negroes owe the metropolitan police, a force which some of them regard as their only guarantee of freedom.
's star declines, the Negroes turn towards Warmoth
as a man of moderate counsels who might keep them from collision with the Whites.
A man of parts and of the world, a soldier, with a pallid brow and deep-set student eyes, Warmoth
has the grand style of domestic drama, and Southern ladies are said to think him very handsome.