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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription CHAPTER XI.
OUR discussion had taken an essayical form, and was fast los-
ing its interest. Continued desultorily, it became descriptive.
<< I was travelling through North Carolina last season," said
one of the South-Carolinians present, " any was assailed upon
the route by a hale and rather pursy old farmer, with a long
and curious examination on the subject of South Carolina politics.
It was the time of the threatened secession movement.
<<' Well,' said he, ' what are you people gwine to do in South
Car'lina ! Air you in airnest now ?'' I think so !'�' And
what will you do�cut loose ?'' It is not improbable.'�' But
you're not all for it.'�' No ! by no means. It is yet to be de-
cided whether there's a majority for separate state secession ;
there is very little doubt that a vast majority favors the forma-
tion of a Southern Confederacy.'�' And do you reckon that
the Federal Government will let you go off quietly.'�' It is
so thought by certain among us.'�' But you ?'' I think
otherwise. I think they can hardly suffer us to do so. It
would be fatal to their revenue system.'�' Well, and if they
try to put you down�what are you gwine to do ?'�' I suppose
we shall have to carry the attack into the enemy's country, and
put them down in turn.'�' That's right, and I'm one of them
that stand ready to take a hand whenever you want help. I
aint of the way of thinking of Mr. Dockery (it may be Dickery
�Dickery, Dickery, Dock�something of the sort it is), who
says lie's for Yining the Federal government agin you, and voting
men and money to put you down. I reckon there's very few
in the Old State to agree with him. He's a native from your
country, too, I'm a-thinking. We are a rether slow people in
North Carolina, but I reckon we're sure and sound, and true
grit, and true South. We don't think you're right, in what you're
a-doing, owing to the fact that South Carolina's always a leetle
too fast, and mighty apt to go off at a half cock ; but of she's