Sally Dows by Bret Harte
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page 67 of 203 (33%)
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* The "patrol" or local police who formerly had the
surveillance of slaves. "I don't know," returned Courtland calmly, ignoring his overseer's manner. "But if they did you must comply with the local regulations unless they conflict with the Federal laws, when you must appeal to the Federal authorities. I prefer you should avoid any trouble until you are sure." "I reckon they won't try any games on me," said the negro with a short laugh. Courtland looked at him intently. "I thought as much! You're carrying arms, Cato! Hand them over." The overseer hesitated for a moment, and then unstrapped a revolver from his belt, and handed it to Courtland. "Now how many of you are in the habit of going round the town armed like this?" "Only de men who've been insulted, sah." "And how have YOU been insulted?" "Marse Tom Highee down in de market reckoned it was high time fancy niggers was drov into de swamp, and I allowed that loafers and beggars had better roost high when workin' folks was around, and Marse Tom said he'd cut my haht out." |
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