But I am sixty-six years old too old to
lie fooled about some things, too old to be
alarmed or pain-stricken about polities, or
to believe all that the newspapers say. too
•Id to ft ar that the nation will fall to pieces
if a democrat is not elected, too old'to get
scared when Albion Tourgee predicts a
horrible massacre in the south within ten
years. The viperous old slan
derer, he has been pegging away at us
for twenty-five years and will die in the
harness. I reckon. Then the old devil will
snatch him before he gets cold ami make
him a trusty over those brutes and fiends
lie says we murdered. He keeps a tally
sheet and says the average is one_ a day.
Suppose we deduce half lor guessing and
lying. That, leaves ISO a year for all the
twelve southern states. That’s not so bad
only fifteen to the state. M’e will compro
mise on that. New York state averages
a hundred and fifty, so the last census says,
and they were all white but two or three.
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I thought maybe that Port Jervis affair
woud slop old Albion's mouth, but it did
ent. That was the funniest concern. The
coroner a ring leader in the lynching ami
then sat upon the body, and when asked
about it said he didn’t ge anything for
killing him. but would get $25 for sitting
on him. His verdict was that the negro
came to his death at the hands of persons
unknown and yet the state's attorney was
there pretending to hunt for the murderers.
