Bricks Without Straw by Albion Winegar Tourgée
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important--has got the big head, as we call it."
"I don't understand what you mean," said the chairman. "Why he ain't respectful," said the other. "Talks as independent as if he was a white man." "Well, he has as much right to talk independently as a white man. He is just as free," said the chairman sharply. "Yes; but he ain't white," said the sheriff doggedly, "and our people won't stand a nigger's puttin' on such airs. Why, Captain," he continued in a tone which showed that he felt that the fact he was about to announce must carry conviction even to the incredulous heart of the Yankee officer. "You just ought to see his place down at Red Wing. Damned if he ain't better fixed up than lots of white men in the county. He's got a good house, and a terbacker-barn, and a church, and a nigger school-house, and stock, and one of the finest crops of terbacker in the county. Oh, I tell you, he's cutting a wide swath, he is." "You don't tell me," said the chairman with interest. "I am glad to hear it. There appears to be good stuff in the fellow. He seems to have his own ideas about things, too." "Yes, that's the trouble," responded the sheriff. "Our people ain't used to that and won't stand it. He's putting on altogether too much style for a nigger." "Pshaw," said the chairman, "if there were more like him it would be better for everybody. A man like him is worth something for |
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