spite of hatred and intrigue, which naturally incite and strengthen
As every degree of sorrow has'its portion of pleasure, and faith in
ultimate success breeds happiness, Moor and his wife share in the
joy of the world an only son, now the pride of their hearts, remain
to reflect back their mutual love. It is not our choice but his own
deeds which make him our hero. A hero he was long, long ago. So
what we shall say about him and what he will do in these pages will
be but a confirmation of his heroism.
On one Of the last mornings of November, 1883, Moor began to
load his two-horse wagon with seed-cotton to carry to the gin. The
harvest time was near its end, and farmers were all preparing the
remnant of their cotton crop for the market. When all the cotton
was put in the wagon, Femmy, his wife asked, "Please fetch back
some lint-cotton so I kin spin some tread."
Moor answered : u Things now aint like they was in old time. It
is cheaper to sell the cotton en buy tread."
Prommy, their son, said : " That is why white people laugh at
colored people; so, Pa, you and Ma ought to stop saying kin, en and
Femmy looked upon the boy as if pleased with his superior intel¬
ligence, while Moor said : " Wile wite people was larning how for
talk I was larning how to work, my child," and drove off with his
wagon to Purit's steam gin, where he met Purit, Fend and Poster-
They all are citizens of this immediate county community, which is
ten miles from Villa, the trade town, and one hundred and fifty
miles from Urban, the metropolis. Purit was born and bred in New
England, but came here a few years ago to engage in planting.
He had erected upon his plantation a steam gin, where most of
his neighbors carried their cotton to be ginned. Fend is a descend¬
ant of the first families in the settlement and society of the South.
He is about sixty years old, being twenty years older than Purit,
and used to own Moor. Poster equals Moor in years and is similar
to him in color He is among those of his race that have made but
little progress, but whom superficial observers take as a criterion to
judge the whole race by. While Moor was unloading his wagon
and Poster was inspecting the improvements about the gin house,.
the following conversation took place between Fend and Purit:
" The cotton failure," said Fend,, ll must have reduced your gin¬
ning business pretty low this year "