...I sit in my tent door and adjudicate contested cases where the lingo is almost inexplicable, and the dusky faces grow radiant and sometimes majestic with eager expression, I seem like Rajah Brooke in Borneo ; or like Whittier's lost Southern playmate: The dusky children of the sun Before me come and go Who should drive out to see me to-day but Harriet Tubman [the escaped slave, who rescued...