All of you that feel like it, my friends, come on home--the bush is
cleared away--you can hear no one say there is nothing to eat here.
Why, one man, Gabriel Moore, brought better than 200 cattle from the
interior this year--another 100--some 60, some 50, &c. There are no
hogs there, they say--no turkeys--why, I saw 50 or 60 in the street
at Millsburg the other day. No horses: I have got four in my stable
now; I have a mare and two colts, and I have a horse that I have
been offered 100 dollars for here; if you had him he would bring
500. If you don't believe it, let some gentleman send me a buggy or
a single gig--you shall see how myself and wife will take pleasure,
going from town to town--throw the harness in too--any gentleman
that feels like it--white or coloured--and I will try to send him a
boa constrictor to take his comfort; I know how to take the
gentleman without any danger. My oxen I was working them yesterday;
and as for goats and sheep, we have a plenty. We have a plenty to
eat, every man that will half work. I give you this; you are all
writing to me to tell you about Liberia, what we eat, and all the
news--I mean my coloured friends. Yours truly, ZION HARRIS.