"My overseers are all black, every one! I would'nt have a white one;
they are mostly tyrants," says the deacon, looking at his fields,
exultingly. "And my overseers plan out the very best mode of
planting. They get through a heap of work, with a little kindness
and a little management. Those two things do a deal, Sir! Five years
ago, I projected this new system of managing negroes-or, rather my
lady planned it,--she is a great manager, you see,--and I adopted it.
You see how it has worked, Mr. Scranton." The deacon takes Mr.
Scranton by the arm, pointing over the broad expanse of cultivated
land, bending under the harvest. I make all my negroes marry when
they have arrived at a specific age; I assure them I never will sell
one unless he or she commits a heinous crime; and I never have.
There is a great deal in keeping faith with a negro; he is of
mankind, and moved by natural laws mentally and physically, and
feels deeply the want of what we rarely regard of much
consequence-confidence in his master's word. Wife encourages their
moral energy; I encourage their physical by filling their bellies
with as much corn and bacon as they can eat; and then I give them
five cents per day (the heads of families) to get those little
necessaries which are so essential to their comfort and
encouragement. I call it our paid-labour system; and I give them
tasks, too, and when they have finished them I allow a small stipend
for extra work. It's a small mite for a great end; and it's such an
encouragement with them that I get about thirty per cent. more work
done. And then I allow them to read just as much as they please-what
do I care about law? I don't want to live where learning to read is
dangerous to the State, I don't. Their learning to read never can
destroy their affections for me and wife; and kindness to them will
make them less dangerous in case of insurrection. It's not the
education we've got to fear; our fears increase with the knowledge
of our oppression. They know these things-they feel them; and if by
educating them one can cultivate their confidence, had we not better
do it with a view to contingencies? Now, as the result of our
system, we have promised to give all our negroes their freedom at
the expiration of ten years, and send such as wish to go, to
Liberia; but, I hold that they can do as much for us at home, work
for us if properly encouraged, and be good free citizens, obedient
to the laws of the State, serving the general good of a great
country."
"Yes!" the good lady interposes; "I want to see those things carried
out; they will yet work for the regeneration of their own race.
Heaven will some day reward the hand that drags the cursed mantle
from off poor Africa; and Africa herself will breathe a prayer to
Heaven in grateful acknowledgment of the act that frees her from the
stain of being the world's bonded warehouse for human flesh and
blood."
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