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The lady said “Indeed!” yawned, and looked out the cabin window, and fi- nally repeated, for a finale, the remark with which she had begun,- “After all, I think they are better off than they would be to be free.” “It’s undoubtedly the intention of Providence that the African race should be servants,- kept in a low condition,” said a grave-looking gentleman in black, a clergyman, seated by the cabin door. “’Cursed be Canaan; a servant of servants shall he be,’ the scripture says.” “I say, stranger, is that ar what that text means?” said a tall man, standing by. “Undoubtedly. It pleased Providence, for some inscrutable reason, to doom the race to bondage, ages ago; and we must not set up our opinion against that.” “Well, then, we’ll all go ahead and buy up niggers,” said the man, “if that’s the way of Providence,- won’t we, Squire?” said he, turning to Haley, who had been standing, with his hands in his pockets, by the stove, and intently listening to the conversation. “Yes,” continued the tall man, “we must all be resigned to the decrees of Providence. Niggers must be sold, and trucked round, and kept under; it’s what they’s made for. ‘Pears like this yer view’s quite refreshing, an’t it, stranger?” said he to Haley. “I never thought on ‘t,” said Haley. “I couldn’t have said as much, myself; I ha’n’t no larning. I took up the trade just to make a living; if ‘t an’t right, I calcu- lated to ‘pent on’t in time, ye know.” |
