“Yes,” sez I, “who knows but this race, who stood harmless and patient
durin’ the War, while the first half of their chains wuz bein’ struck
offen ’em, who showed such a spectacle of remarkable magnanimity and
wisdom that the hull world admired and wondered, and who used their
first weak strength to fight for the safety of the race that had held
them in bondage—the race that could do this,” sez I, “has got the
strength and the divine nobility and wisdom to get their full liberty
in a nation of their own without the sound of a gun or the liftin’ of
an arm in warfare.
“They will do it, too,” sez I, carried away and enthused by the thought
of how this people had stood still and see the salvation of the Lord.
Sez I, “They will not turn into a brutal, bloodthirsty mob now, after
‘Thus far the Lord hath led them on.’”
I repeated these last words in my melodius him axents; but Col. Seybert
wuzn’t melted by it—no, indeed.
He went on in witherin’ axents aginst the idee of colonization; sez he
in conclusion:
“If there was not any other insurmountable objection to the project,
the expense would be so enormous that the Government never would nor
never could undertake it.”
“As to the never could, we might leave that out,” sez I, “and deal
with the never would. For the never could hain’t true. If a war should
break out to-morrow between this country and England, do you believe
that this country never could furnish the means to carry it on? Why, it
would seem the easiest thing in the world to raise millions on millions
of dollars.
“It would seem the only thing and the right thing to do to imegiatly
and to once raise ten times the amount that would be necessary to take
the hull black race to the Congo Valley and support ’em there for a
year.
“They would do this because public safety demanded it; and I can tell
’em plain that they will most probable see the day, and pretty soon
too, that the public safety demands ’em to do as they’d ort to in this
case.
“Who got the black race here? They didn’t want to come—no, fur from
it. This nation got ’em here; and now, as the two races can’t live
together in peace, and the land is gettin’ too small for both of ’em,
if the white race don’t want to leave the country themselves, let ’em
carry this people back to the land they stole ’em from.
“They wouldn’t all go; it hain’t probable nor possible to suppose such
a thing.
“There are many who would be perfectly willin’ to remain here, and
who would perhaps be better off by doin’ so—many aged ones who would
choose to stay here and go to heaven from the land of their adoption,
many who have a flourishin’ business, and are doin’ well here, and who
do not wish an immediate change.
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