Wen I got thrue, Linkin jumped rite up out of his cheer and stomped his
foot so as to make the house shake. Ses he, "What a cussed hole that
Port Royal must be!" Decon Jenkins ses he, "Don't speak wickedly with
your lips, Mr. President." "Wal," ses Linkin, "it _is_ a _cussed_ hole,
and I ken prove it by the Scriptur." "I guess not," ses the Decon.
"Wal," ses Linkin, "didn't the Lord cuss the earth for man's sins?"
"Yes," ses the Decon. "Wal, I'de like to know," ses Linkin, "whether
you think Port Royal _was an excepshin_?" I never seed a feller look so
chop-fallen as the Decon did, and I snorted rite out a laughin, for the
Decon thinks he's so smart on Scriptur. Linkin, however, declares that
he ain't got nothin to do with this nigger schule teachin, but that it
is all Chase's plans. But its turnin out jest as I expected; Jerusha
now begins to see that what I telled her was true. The gal will be
comin back afore long, you may be sure, but she'll be cured of
niggerism; that will be one good thing. I only wish I could send all
the old maids and silly gals in New England down there. They would soon
get the nigger notions out of their heads.
Your frend,