I spozed then, and I spoze still, that all over the land, wherever this
thick, bleeding, tangled undergrowth lingered and suffered, there wuz,
anon and even oftener, pure, fair posys lifted up to the sky.
I spozed there wuz hundreds and thousands of bright, intelligent lives
reachin’ up out of the darkness into the light, minds jest as bright as
the white race could boast, lives jest as pure and consecrated. And I
spozed then, and spoze now, that faster and faster as the days go by,
and the means of culture and advancement are widening, will these souls
be lifted up nigher and nigher to the heavens they aspire to.
A race that has given to the world a Fred Douglass, and that sublime
figure of Toussaint L’Ouverture, that form that towers higher than any
white saint or hero—and he risin’ to that almost divine height by his
own unaided powers, without culture or education—what may it not hope
to aspire to, helped by these aids?
Truly the future is glorious with hope and promise for the negro.
But to resoom and continue the epistol I commenced.
The most of the colored people about Belle Fanchon wuz fur different
from Victor and Genieve. But a close observer could trace back their
faults and weaknesses to their source.
Maggie’s cook wuz a old black woman who wuzn’t over and above neat in
her kitchen (it didn’t look much like the kitchen of a certain person
whose home wuz in Jonesville—no, indeed), but who got up awful good
dinners and suppers and brekfusses.
She wuz tall and big-boneded, and black as jet. Her hair, which wuz
wool and partly white, wuz twisted up on top of her head and surmounted
by a wonderful structure which she called a turben.
Sometimes this wuz constructed of a gorgeous red and yeller
handkerchief, and sometimes it wuz white as snow; and when she wore
this, she always wore a clean white neckerchief crossed on her breast,
and a large white apron. She wore glasses too, which gave her a more
dignified appearance. Evidently she wore these for effect, as she
always looked over them, even when she took up a paper or book and
pretended to be readin’ it; she could not read or write.
Indeed, when she had heavy work on hand, such as washin’, which made
the situation of her best glasses perilous, I have seen her wear a
heavy pair of bows, with no glasses in them whatever.
She evidently felt that these ornaments to her face added both grace
and dignity.
[Illustration: AUNT MELA.]
Her figure wuz a little bent with years, but the fire of youth seemed
burnin’ still in her black eyes.
She boasted of havin’ lived in the best families in the South, and took
great pride in relatin’ instances of the grandeur and wealth of the
family she wuz raised in.
The name she went by wuz Aunt Mela.
I spoze her name wuz or should have been Amelia, but there wuzn’t no
law violated, as I knows on, by her callin’ herself “Mela.” It wuz some
easier to speak anyway.
I used to go down into the kitchen and talk quite a good deal with Aunt
Mela.
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