But when he wuz ordered to leave the State within twenty-four hours, because “he wuz tryin’ to teach them brute cattle jest as if they wuz humans”— Bein’ frightened and made sick by the violence of his discharge and the stingin’ arguments with which they enforced their orders, Felix opened his poor cabin-door and sheltered him; then agin his home wuz surrounded with a band of armed, masked men, and they only managed to escape with their lives, and Felix agin left all his poor little improvements on his home behind him. He and his family and the white teacher, bruised but undaunted, got to the railroad by walkin’ almost all night, and so escaped out of their hands. The young teacher married soon after a rich Northern woman with kindred tastes to his own, and they both betook themselves imegiatly after their marriage to a part of the South a little less ardent in hatred to the Freedmen’s Bureau, where they are doin’ a good work still in teachin’ a colored school. But the next time Felix made a start in life he commenced it in a Northern city. There the best thing he could get in the way of a home for his wife and child wuz a room way up on the top of a crazy old tenement-house tenanted by noisy, drunken, profane men and women. [Illustration: FELIX AND THE TEACHER.] For drunkenness, and brawls, and sickenin’ horrors are not confined to Southern soil; they are also indigenous to the North. And the gaunt wolves of Sin and Want howl to the moon under the Northern skies as well as Southern. And stayin’ there—not livin’—workin’ hard as he did through the day, and uninvitin’ as his home wuz after his labor wuz over, he could set down for a few minutes with Hester, only to have their quiet broken by drunken brawls, and oaths, and fights, and all sounds and sights of woe and squalor. In such circumstances as these the teachings and importunate words of Victor about colonization fell upon a willin’ ear. For the seeds that had laid in Victor’s heart, waitin’ only the warm sun to bring them to life, had sprung up into full vigor and bloom under the influence of Genieve’s prophetic words, and afterwards by his own observation and study. Victor come to believe with his whole soul and heart that the future of his race depended upon their leavin’ this land and goin’ fur away from all the cursed influences that had fettered them so long here and found a new home and country for themselves—a New Republic. And as Felix, with whom Victor had been in constant correspondence, read these glowin’ words and arguments, they fell upon good ground. Truly the soil in Felix’ breast had been turned, and ploughed, and made ready for the seed of liberty to be planted and spring up.