manners and soft accent of the South
Nothing could be more naive than their confidences.
“Don't you remember,” said one, with a sort of tender regret, “how when we went up the river we were all of us drunk all the time?”
“So we would be now,” replied his friend sadly, “only we ain't got no money.”
They said that they had been inveigled into coming by Atchison
and others, on the promise of support for a year and fifty dollars bonus, but that they had got neither, and had barely enough to take them to St. Louis
“Let me once get home,” said the same youth who made the above confession, “and I'd stay at home, sure.
It has cost me the price of one good nigger just for board and liquor, since I left home.”
Curiously enough, in reading a copy of Mrs. Stowe
's “Dred,” just published, which I had bought in Lawrence
, I opened soon after on the apt Scriptural quotation, “Woe unto them, for they have cast lots for my people, . . . and sold a girl for wine, that they may drink!”
The few Free State men on board were naturally not aggressive, although we spent a whole day on a sand-bank, a thing not conducive to serenity of mind; but the steamer which pulled us off had on board the secretary of the Kansas State Committee
, Miles Moore