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shirts." I want to say now, What if they did? They didn't 

 care. If they thought they were doing their duty, they didn't 

 care if they tore a dozen old shirts. I have no fault to find 

 with them if they did tear their shirts ; and sometimes, when 

 I see what fools some men make of themselves about liquor, I 

 feel like tearing up several shirts myself. 



If I have said anything to offend our colored brother, I 

 have not said it through ill will. I like him, and I claim to be 

 his friend; but I mean just what I say. He can't rule here> 

 and he nor no other fellow needn't try to write it down on 

 the bulletin board that way. The thing can't be did. The 

 best thins: he can do, is to be content to sit at the second 

 table. He can have good fare, but he's got to take the second 

 table, exceptin' the Lord says so. Let him educate, get all 

 the wisdom he can, make money, christianize, go spread the 

 gospel in his own benighted country, send his young men and 

 women there to enlighten, as they have been enlightened here, 

 and the day came when they will have over there a country 

 even bigger and better than the white man's America. If 

 the chemical composition of his skin has been a little more 

 flavored than ours, the Lord did it ; but if he fills his plac^ 

 here, and is received above, I have no doubt he will then be 

 as good as the best. There will be no difference there. 



I have made a few cuts at our brethren across the north 

 line — not in anger nor in hate, but in truth, as I understand 

 it. No doubt they can point out some ugly wrinkles in us, 

 too, which they do not hesitate to do. We all know that we 

 have our faults, so let us forgive and let byegones be bye- 

 gones; let us learn to understand and love each other bet- 

 ter; et them come down to see us again, leaving their guns 

 at home; come in peace, and bring their machines, their 



