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100 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN; OR
"Well," said his wife, after the business of the tea-table was getting rather slack, " and what have they been doing in the Senate ? "
Now, it was a very unusual thing for gentle little Mrs. Bird ever to trouble her head with what was going on in the house of the state, very wisely considering that she Jiad enough to do to mind her own. Mr. Bird, therefore, opened his eyes in surprise, and said, —
" Not very much of importance."
" Well; but is it true that they have been passing a law forbidding people to give meat and drink to those poor colored folks that come along ? I heard they were talking of some such law, but I did n't think any Christian legislature would pass it! "
" Why, Mary, you are getting to be a politician, all at once."
" No, nonsense! I would n't give a fig for all your politics, generally, but I think this is something downright cruel and unchristian. I hope, my dear, no such law has been passed."
" There has been a law passed forbidding people to help off the slaves that come over from Kentucky, my dear; so much of that thing has been done by these reckless Abolitionists, that our brethren in Kentucky are very strongly excited, and it seems necessary, and no more than Christian and kind, that something should be done by our State to quiet the excitement."
" And what is the law ? It don't forbid us to shelter these poor creatures a night, does it, and to give 'em something comfortable to eat, and a few old clothes, and to send them quietly about their business ? "
" Why, yes, my dear; that would be aiding and abetting, you know."
Mrs. Bird was a timid, blushing little woman, about four feet in height, and with mild blue eyes, and a peach-blow complexion, and the gentlest, sweetest voice in the world; as for courage, a moderate-sized cock-turkey had |
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