The American Missionary — Volume 36, No. 12, December, 1882Various
Religion
The American Missionary — Volume 36, No. 12, December, 1882
Various
Congregational churches -- Missions -- Periodicals; Home missions -- Periodicals
You will pardon a single illustration of their capacity for
enlightened politics. For nearly eight years I have had in my
employment a colored man, Daniel Martin by name. He is about my own
age. I trust him fully in all matters for which he has capacity. We
are much attached to each other, and, the truth is, we have been
taking care of each other for a good while. He gets better wages
than ordinary colored men in our community, and is much above the
average of his race in character and common sense. He can read
“coarse print,” and can sign his name imperfectly. You will miss
the point of my illustration unless you bear in mind that he had
steadily voted the Republican ticket from the beginning of his
citizenship to the date of my story. And he so votes till this day.
The day before the Hayes and Tilden election he was plowing in a
little field near my house. One of our students quizzed him about
his views and intentions: “How are you going to vote to-morrow,
Uncle Daniel?” It is a peculiarity of the Southern negro that he
never delivers a solemn judgment on any subject without coming to
a full halt in whatever engages him. One consequence is, he comes
to a great many halts in his work. Another peculiarity of at least
the Southern negro is, that he thinks in metaphor and speaks in
parables. So Daniel, stopping his horse and sticking his plow
deeper into the ground, delivered himself as follows: “Now, Mr.
Longstreet, you see I is plowin dis furrow. If I only plow dis
furrow I makes dis furrow too deep and I don’t plow de balance of
de patch.” Mr. Longstreet admitted the force of the statement.
Daniel continued in answer to the young man’s question: “I think
things is ben gwine on in one way long enough; I think dere
ought to be a change. Wherefore I is gwine to vote for Mr. Hayes
to-morrow—git up, Bill.”
Next day he and I went to our county town; he voted for Hayes that
there might be a change; I voted for Tilden that there might be
a change; he killed my vote—or possibly one of yours—and we were
“equal before the law.”
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