“By-je-w-hu! Colonel, what in scissors are you preaching about. You must a’ got a pull too much at Bakers’s. You’re giving vent to real abolition sentiments. Exercise your knowledge of the provision that is made for such children. The Captain will certainly draw incorrect notions about us,” said George, with anxiety pictured on his countenance. He knew the Colonel’s free, open, and frank manner of expressing himself, and feared lest the famous name of the chivalry should suffer from his unconscious disclosures.
“Provisions! George, you know my feelings concerning that vice which is so universally practised in our community. If you know of any provision, it’s more than I do. Perhaps you are older and have had more experience. ’Tis the want of such a provision that is just destroying our institution of slavery!”
At this juncture the Captain interrupted them, and begging that the Colonel would finish the story about Jones, said he had a few questions to ask them after it was through.
“Well,” said the Colonel, “Jones died, I believe; but his family are as industrious as ever, and have made money enough to live comfortable; but the scamps have turned out perfect helpmates of the abolitionists, and make their intelligence figure at the bottom of many an escape. But Lee’s case is as hard as Jones’s. His son went to New York to see his grandfather, and was debarred by the same statute of limitations. Lee, however, was a very capable fellow, and after trying for two years, and finding it would be impossible to return