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"'I am sorry I haven't a ke-ard, suh. My name is Yancey, suh--Thomas
Morton Yancey, of Green Briar County, Virginia. You don't know that
po'tion of my State, suh. It's God's own country. Great changes have
taken place, suh--not only in our section of the State, but in our
people. I myself am not what I appear, suh, as you shall learn later.
The old rulin' classes are goin' to the wall; it is the po' white trash
and the negroes, suh, that are comin' to the front. Pretty soon we shall
have to ask their permission to live on the earth. Now, to give you an
idea, suh, of what these changes mean, and how stealthily they are
creepin' in among us, I want to tell you, suh, somethin' connected with
my own life, for ev'ry word of which I can vouch. Thank you, I will take
a drop of bitters in mine,' and he held his glass out to the barkeeper.
'I don't want to detain you, suh, and I don't want to bore you, but it's
the first time for some months that I have had the pleasure of meetin' a
Northern gentleman, and I feel it my duty, suh, to give you somethin' of
the inside history of the South, and to let you know, suh, what we
Southern people suffered immediately after the war, and are still
sufferin'.
"'As for myself, suh, I came out penniless, my estates practically
confiscated, owin' to some very peremptory proceedin's which took place
immediately after the surrender. I, of course, suh, like many other
gentlemen of my standin', found it necessary to go to work, the first
stroke of work that any of my blood, suh, had ever done since my
ancestors settled that po'tion of the State, suh. A crisis, suh, had
arrived in my life, and I proposed to meet it. Question was, what could
I do? I hadn't studied law and so I could not be a lawyer, and I hadn't
taken any course in medicine and so I couldn't be a doctor; and I want
to tell you, suh, that the politics of my State were not runnin' in a
groove by which I could be elected to any public office. After lookin'
over the ground I decided to open a livery stable. Don't start, suh. I
know it will shock you when I tell you that a Yancey had fallen so low,
but you must know, suh, that my wife hadn't had a new dress in fo' years
and my children were pretty nigh barefoot. Well, suh, a circus company
had passed through our way and left two spavined horses in Judge
Caldwell's lot and a bo'rd bill of fo' dollars and ninety-two cents
unpaid. I took my note for a hundred dollars and Judge Caldwell endorsed
it, and I sold it for the amount of the bo'rd bill, and I got the two
horses. Then I made another note for a similar amount and secured it by
a mortgage on the horses, and got a fo'seated wagon and two sets of
second-hand harness. Then I put a sign over my barn do'--"Thomas Martin
Yancey, Livery & Sale Stable."
"'About a week after I had started Colonel Moseley's black Sam--free
then, of co'se, suh--come down to my place and said, "Major Yancey,
there's goin' to be a ball over to Barboursville----"
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