Autumnal leaves: tales and sketches in prose and rhymeChild, Lydia Maria
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Autumnal leaves: tales and sketches in prose and rhyme
Child, Lydia Maria
American essays -- 19th century; American fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, American
It was a trying time for the women in Lawrence. The wisest and bravest
men were absent in Topeka, which was twenty-five miles further up the
river. The Convention excited great wrath in Missouri. They called
_themselves_ lovers of “law and order,” and denounced those as
“traitors” who dared to make other laws than those imposed upon them
with bowie-knives and revolvers. The wildest stories were circulated.
The most moderate of them was a rumour that Mr. Bruce insisted upon
having “niggers” become members of the legislature. This they regarded
as the greatest monstrosity a republican _could_ be guilty of; for they
were blind to the fact that hundreds of coloured slaves could be found,
who were more fit for the office, than the white ones they had appointed
to rule over Kansas. Insults multiplied, and curses and threats grew
louder. Every family in Lawrence went to bed each night with the
feeling that they might be murdered before morning.
When the delegates returned, John Bradford thought his wife seemed at
least ten years older, than when she came to Kansas, the preceding
spring. The baby, who could now toddle alone, had caught the trick of
fear, and hid himself, when his father knocked at the fastened door.
William was alarmed to find Alice so thin and pale, and to see her
gentle eyes look so large and frightened. He folded her closely in his
arms, and as she wept upon his bosom, he said, “O my wife! My loving and
generous wife! How I reproach myself for accepting the sacrifice you
offered! Yet had I foreseen this state of things, I never would have
consented that you should follow me into Kansas.”
“Don’t say that!” she exclaimed nervously. “It will be easier to die
with you, than it would have been to live without you. But oh, William,
why _need_ they persecute us so? There are thousands of acres of land
uncultivated in Missouri. What makes them covet _our_ land?”
“Ah, dearest, it is a complicated question, and you don’t understand it.
They care little for the land, except as a means of increasing their
political power. They want more Slave States, to be represented by
slaveholders in the councils of the Union; and they do _not_ want that
any more Free States should come into the Union, to balance their
influence. Therefore they are not content with stretching their
dominions to the Gulf of Mexico, and seizing Texas. They wish to grasp
the Northern Territories also, that they may be secure of keeping the
Free States in political subjection. It is a long story, my love. For
many years, they have been artfully availing themselves of every means
to increase their power. The antagonistic principles of slavery and
freedom have come to a death-grapple here in Kansas; and you, my
delicate little flower, are here to be trampled, in the struggle.”
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