“And they wuz glad they went. “The Unbelievers didn’t want Jesus for a King and a Ruler—they didn’t want a change. They fit aginst God’s plan for ’em, and conquered, so they thought. But they didn’t, and now the world is glad on’t, as it stands under the glow a fallin’ from the glorious twentieth century. “Ask the United Christian Nations of the World if it hain’t a blessed change. Ask ’em if they hain’t glad they went out of the superstitions and bondage of the old dispensation, out into the glorious liberty of the Gospel, out under the blessed rule of the Prince of Peace. “No, Col. Seybert, I don’t think it is much of a reason, even if it is true, to say that the negroes don’t want to go. In all these cases I have brung up—and I might go on a bringin’ ’em up and a layin’ ’em down in front of you for hours and hours if it would do any good—but in all on ’em, as in these supreme cases I have mentioned, what difference did it make in the end whether the majority wuz willin’ or not to be saved, only in the discouragement and trouble it made the noble few who see clear from the beginnin’ to the end? [Illustration: “HE HASTENED OFF.” ] “What difference did their onwillingness make? The best, the right wuz done. The minority wuz wise and the majority wrong, as is dretful apt to be the case in this world. And the people wuz led through darkness, and sorrow, and onwillingness out into the broad sunshine. Led through Jordan’s stormy waves, out into ‘Canaan’s fair and happy land, where their possessions lay.’” I had fell into that kinder melodius axent of mine almost entirely onbeknown to me, for it wuz from a him that I wuz quotin’. But it didn’t seem to impress Col. Seybert as I wanted it to. He looked at his watch, and sez he: “I have got a pressing engagement in just five minutes by my watch; I will bid you good-day.” And he hastened off, and Thomas Jefferson laughed, and sez he: “You talked him out, mother; but,” sez he, “I didn’t know as you believed so strongly in colonization; I never heard you talk just in this way before.” “Wall,” sez I, “the Race Problem is such a enormous conundrum that it is hard to know jest how to get the right answer to it. But,” sez I, “I wuz a talkin’ jest now from Genieve’s platform, I wuz a viewin’ the subject from her standpoint, and from Victor’s, and also,” sez I, glancin’ to where that dear man lay, lookin’ pleasant as ever, “from Cousin John Richard’ses;” and I added, “considerable from my own.” And sez I, a turnin’ to Genieve where she sot quietly with Boy in her arms, “You don’t feel any oncertainty as to this conundrum, do you? You see your way clear to a right answer?” “Yes,” sez she. And her eyes wuz as clear as two wells of pure water on which the stars wuz a shinin’. “Yes, I _know_ what is best and what _will_ take place in God’s own time.”