"Wal," ses Linkin, "there is a good deal in what you say, but then the peepil don't believe it. They think the nigger is only accidentally black, and if he lacks in mind and capacity, it is all owin to slavery, an they won't believe eny other way until they see for themselves. I tell you, Majer, the principle has got to be applied, no matter how meny coat-tails or how meny trowsers are burnt." "But," ses I, "Kernel, can't they see how the thing has worked in places whar nigger equality has been tried?" "That don't settle the question, Majer. Peepil are jest like hogs in that respect. Did you ever see a lot of hot swill put in a trough, an every single hog in the pen would go an stick in his snoot an get it burned? Not one would larn from the others. After we've tried nigger equality, we'll know what it is, an how we like it. We must apply the principle, an in some way, you may depend upon it Majer, all the niggers down South will be sot free." "Wal," ses I, "Kernel, I guess that there are other folks who think jest as you do, for somebody has sent me some varses in relashin to the nex great emancipashin which is to cum off, cut from some noospaper. I will read 'em to you: THE EMANCIPATION BALL, GIVEN TO FOUR MILLIONS OF NEGROES, BY THE GREAT REPUBLICAN P-A-I-R-T-Y. * * * Anodder Great Ball is soon to be, De like of which you nebber did see, De bids is out I's seen a few, De guests I know, and so do you. Lubly Rosa! Sambo come! Don't you hear de banjo? Tum! Tum! Tum! De fust on de list is Mistah Snow, And de nex is Jeemes and Dinah Crow; Chalk and ivory! heels and shins! White man wait till the dance begins! Lubly Rosa! Sambo come! Don't you hear de banjo? Tum! Tum! Tum! Pompey Smash, and his lady fair! You may bet your life dey will bofe be dare! And Mistah Ducklegs--bully for he! Such a gizzard foot you nebber did see. Lubly Rosa! Sambo come! Don't you hear de banjo? Tum! Tum! Tum! And Gumbo Squash wid his bressed grin, His curling har, and his cho-shin-- De King ob Hearts will come to de Bal, Let the gals look out for dare feckshuns all! Lubly Rosa! Sambo come! Don't you hear de banjo? Tum! Tum! Tum! Ole Uncle Ned, frow down dat hoe! And Dinah, drop dat kitchen dough! All Dixie's free, wid noffin to do But to dance all night, and all day too. Lubly Rosa! Sambo come! Don't you hear de banjo? Tum! Tum! Tum! De white trash dey have nuffin to say, But to work! work! and de taxes pay; While the bressed darkies dance dere fill, Let de white trash foot de fiddler's bill! Lubly Rosa! Sambo come! Don't you hear de banjo! Tum! Tum! Tum!