chain-marched through their streets with faces turned southward.
The slave-owners were numerically a lean minority even in the South
, but their mastery over their fellow-citizens was absolute.
Nor was there any mystery about it. As the owners of four million slaves, on an average worth not far from five hundred dollars each, they formed the greatest industrial combination-what at this time we would call a trust-ever known to this or any other country.
Our mighty Steel Corporation would have been a baby beside it. If to-day all our great financial companies were consolidated, the unit would scarcely come up to the dimensions of that one association.
It was not incorporated in law, but its union was perfect.
Bound together by a common interest and a common feeling, its members — in the highest sense co-partners in business and in politics, in peace and in war — were prepared to act together as one man.
But why, I again ask, were the Northern
people so infatuated with slavery?
They raised no cotton and they raised no negroes, but many of them, and especially their political leaders, carried their adulation almost to idolatry.
When Elijah P. Lovejoy
was shot down like a dog, and William Lloyd Garrison
was dragged half naked and half lifeless through the streets of Boston
, and other outrages of like import were being perpetrated all over the North
, it was carefully given out that those deeds were not the work of irresponsible rowdies, but of “gentlemen” --of merchants, manufacturers, and members of the professions.
They claimed the credit for such achievements.