"Yo' know well, that a worser tyrant than e'er th' masters were says, 'Clem to death, and see 'em a' clem to death, ere yo' dare go again th' Union.' Yo' know it well, Nicholas, for a' yo're one on e'm. Yo' may be kind hearts, each separate; but once banded together, yo've no more pity for a man than a wild hunger-maddened wolf."
Nicholas had his hand on the lock of the door--he stopped and turned round on Boucher, close following:
"So help me God! man alive--if I think not I'm doing best for thee, and for all on us. If I'm going wrong when I think I'm going right, it's their sin, who ha' left me where I am, in my ignorance. I ha' thought till my brains ached,--Beli' me, John, I have. An' I say again, there's no help for us but having faith i' th' Union. They'll win the day, see if they dunnot!"

'Yo' know well that the Union's a worser tyrant than th' masters. It says "Clem to death, before yo' dare go against th' Union." Yo' know it well, Nicholas. Yo' may be kind hearts separately; but banded together, yo've no more pity than a wolf.'
'So help me God!' said Nicholas, 'I think I'm doing best for thee. If I'm going wrong when I think I'm going right, it's their sin, who ha' left me in ignorance. I ha' thought till my brains ached. An' I say again, there's no help for us but having faith i' th' Union. They'll win the day, see if they dunnot!'
