Love stories; Reconstruction (U.S. history, 1865-1877) -- Fiction; Southern States -- History -- 1865-1877 -- Fiction
"But fo' de Lawd's sake, Mis' Fontelieu, I ain't had nuffin to eat sence
day befo' yis'day mawnin', an' I's starvin', I is. Yo' ought ter have
some consideration fo' gen'lemen of de Legislature what's sufferin' here
fo' you an' de people. Soon's we done git our salaries we's goin' to pay
you fus' thing. Ain't we, gen'lemen?" said the spokesman appealingly to
his brother Solons.
"Of co'se we is, Mis' Fontelieu," was the chorus, but all to no
purpose. Miss Fontelieu's experiences with previous Legislatures and
legislators had undermined her faith in the stability of their financial
condition, and nothing but cash in hand would induce her to part with
any of her stock in trade.
"I'd buy them a breakfast myself," said my lieutenant, laughingly, "for
I know very well that they have had nothing to eat except what they
could pick up here; but we contributed all our spare greenbacks
yesterday, and they'd be just as hungry by ten o'clock to-night."
We pushed on through the lobby and entered the main room, the temporary
hall of representatives, and here another odd sight greeted our eyes.
The room was large, rectangular in shape; a raised platform being at the
farther end; rows of cane-bottomed chairs were arranged in semicircular
order across the hall; a desk for the presiding officer was on the
platform; and tables and desks for clerks and reporters stood below it.
Scattered in groups all about the room were upwards of an hundred men,
some white, some colored, stretched at length upon the chairs, others
were lying asleep. The instant we entered, conversation ceased, and all
looked eagerly and inquiringly at my companion; even some of the
recumbent figures straightened up and gazed at him. Several stepped
forward from the nearest group and asked if there were any news,
receiving with evident disappointment his civil reply that he had heard
nothing.
"They have been cooped up here for nearly forty-eight hours," the
lieutenant explained. "You see, they've just got a quorum, and the
Governor knows blessed well that if they once get out, the chances are
ten to one they'll never get back. Either the other crowd will mob them,
or, in fear of the attack on the State-House, they will keep in hiding
somewhere around town."
The Governor, with his officers, was in his private room down-stairs, my
friend explained; and the Senate was likewise blockaded in another part
of the building; and this was the shape in which one Governor, at least,
of the sovereign State of Louisiana was "holding the fort" against all
would-be adversaries.
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