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“And now you’ll save yerself the trouble, won’t ye?” said the tall man. “See what ‘tis, now, to know scripture. If ye’d only studied yer Bible, like this yer good man, ye might have know’d it before, and saved ye a heap o’ trouble. Ye could jist have said, ‘Cussed be’- what’s his name?- ‘and ‘twould all have come right.’” And the stranger, who was no other than the honest drover whom we in- troduced to our readers in the Kentucky tavern, sat down, and began smoking, with a curious smile on his long, dry face. A tall, slender young man, with a face expressive of great feeling and intelli- gence, here broke in, and repeated the words, “’All things whatsoever ye would that men should do unto you, do ye even so unto them.’ I suppose,” he added, “that is scripture, as much as ‘Cursed be Canaan.”’ “Wal, it seems quite as plain a text, stranger,” said John the drover, “to poor fellows like us, now;” and John smoked on like a volcano. The young man paused, looked as if he was going to say more, when sud- denly the boat stopped, and the company made the usual steamboat rush, to see where they were landing. “Both them ar chaps parsons?” said John to one of the men, as they were go- ing out. The man nodded. As the boat stopped, a black woman came running wildly up the plank, darted into the crowd, flew up to where the slave gang sat, and threw her arms round |
