the imagination. We'll let them alone while their pleasant thoughts
are roaming in the paradise of happiness. Nights are giving them
now sweet dreams, and days awaken in each of them thoughts of
About the middle of January, Femmy said to Moor : " I want
you to car' me with you w'en you go to Urban, I want to see the
place—I ain't been they sence I went with missus before the war.
Oh ! it was er nice place then."
" All right," said Moor, "we free now, and ought to see something
of the world 'fore we die." So on the next day, Moor and Femmy
went to Villa and mounted the Urban train.
While collecting the fares the conductor said to him, "You can't
ride in this car, so take your woman and go in the second class
"Wat's matter," said Moor ; " my ticket ain't right or we ain't
dress' good 'nough ? "
" It matters not about the ticket or your dress, go where I send
"Well, sir, the train b'longs to you and I won't quar'l'bout'em."
" Go out," continued the conductor, "and give me no words.
You have no better sense than to think of riding with white
" I don't wont to ride with white people," said our hero. " I
just wont er decent place to car mer wife in, that's all ; en ef I
can't car 'm in this car I'll teak 'm back home before I go in
that yonder car mong all them drunken men. Let me git out."
The train was stopped, and Moor and his wife got out, hired a
vehicle, and returned home.
Femmy was prevented from seeing Urban, but Moor was prevented
from purchasing the supplies he needed to run his farm at the
cheapest rate. However, he said to her :
" I aint guine to boclder them with they train ; I'll try en buy up
pervisions in Villa with the one hundred dollar I hab, en stay off
the lien anyhow- Ef I go on er tall e'll jist be to git guano. Dey
jist do we so cause they don't wont to see black people ridin 'bout
like wite people. But I'll let them see that my labor kin meak do
jist is er wite man kin do."
Soon after the disappointed parties arrived, the news of this un¬
fortunate occurrence was spread over the community