Carolina. Don't tell me that I am not on an equality with any man God ever made."
Dr. Cameron turned pale, and trembling with excitement, asked his friend:
"Can that man pass such measures, and the Governor sign them?"
"He can pass anything he wishes. The Governor is his creature—a dirty little scalawag who tore the Union flag from Fort Sumter, trampled it in the dust, and helped raise the flag of the Confederacy over it. Now he is backed by the Government at Washington. He won his election by dancing at negro balls and the purchase of delegates. His salary as Governor is $3,500 a year, and he spends over $40,000. Comment is unnecessary. This Legislature has stolen millions of dollars, and already bankrupted the treasury. The day Howle was elected to the Senate of the United States, every negro on the floor had his roll of bills and some of them counted it out on their desks. In your day the annual cost of the State government was $400,000. This year it is $2,000,000. These thieves steal daily. They don't deny it. They simply dare you to prove it. The writing-paper on the desks cost $16,000. These clocks on the wall $600 each, and every little Radical newspaper in the state has been subsidised in sums varying from $1,000 to $7,000. Each member is allowed to draw for mileage, per diem, and "sundries." God only knows what the bill for "sundries" will aggregate by the end of the session."
"I couldn't conceive of this!" exclaimed the doctor.
"I've only given you a hint. We are a conquered race.
