Aunt Phillis's Cabin eBook

Seth and Mary Eastman
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 376 pages of information about Aunt Phillis's Cabin.

Aunt Phillis's Cabin eBook

Seth and Mary Eastman
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 376 pages of information about Aunt Phillis's Cabin.

“Madam,” said Mr. Kent, “they are facts; we can prove them; and we say that the slaves of the South shall be free, cost what it will.  The men of the North have set out to emancipate them, and they will do it if they have to wade through fire, water, and blood.”

“You had better not talk in that style when you go South,” said Captain Moore, “unless you have an unconquerable prejudice in favor of tar and feathers.”

“Who cares for tar and feathers?” said Mr. Kent; “there has been already a martyr in the ranks of Abolition, and there may be more.  Lovejoy died a glorious martyr’s death, and there are others ready to do the same.”

“Give me my cane, there, captain, if you please,” said Colonel Watson, who had been looking at Mr. Kent’s blazing countenance and projecting eyes, in utter amazement.  “Why, Buena Vista was nothing to this.  Good night, madam, and do tell Susan not to jump into the fire again; I wonder she was not burned up while she was there.  Come, captain, let us make our escape while we can.”

The captain followed, bidding the whole party good night, with a smile.  He had been perfectly charmed with the Abolition discussion.  Mr. Jones had got very sleepy, and he and Mr. Scott made their adieu.  Mr. Kent, with some embarrassment, bade Mrs. Moore good night.  Mrs. Moore begged him to go South and be converted, for she believed his whole heart required changing.  Captain Moore followed them to the door, and shivered as he inhaled the north-easter.  “Come, Emmy,” said he, as he entered, rubbing his hands, “you’ve fought for your country this night; let’s go to bed.”

Mrs. Moore lit a candle, and put out the lard-lamp, wondering if she had been impolite to Mr. Kent.  She led the way to the staircase, in a reflective state of mind; Neptune followed, and stood at the foot of the steps for some moments, in deep thought; concluding that if there should be danger of any one’s falling into a river up there, they would call him and let him know, he went back, laid down on the soft rug, and fell asleep for the night.

* * * * *

It does not take long to state a fact.  Mr. Kent went to Washington on Abolition business,—­through the introduction of a senator from his own State he obtained access to good society.  He boarded in the same house with a Virginian who had a pretty face, very little sense, but a large fortune.  Mr. Kent, with very little difficulty, persuaded her he was a saint, ready to be translated at the shortest notice.  He dropped his Abolition notions, and they were married.  At the time that my story opens, he is a planter, living near Mr. Weston, and we will hear of him again.

CHAPTER VI.

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