Klux? Oh, no. That is a Missionary; and the blacks are not
Freedmen, as you suppose, but Cannibals. They are about to roast him.
You see the fire?
_D_. Oh, quite distinctly! look, father!--he is making a sign to them.
What does it mean?
_F_. [Looking.] It means that he has lost the use of his
tongue--probably from fright--but would like to write something.
_D_. Like so many other tongue-tied scribblers! Do they let him?
_F_. Oh, yes; they bring a board, and a piece of chalk.
_D_. How large is the piece?
_F_. The usual size. He is writing.
_D_. What does the poor fellow say?
_F_. He is laconic. He merely writes--
COOK ME RARE.
_D_. Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo!
_F_. Boo-hoo-hoo-too!
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WHAT I KNOW ABOUT FREE TRADE.
DEAR PUNCHINELLO: In a paper of such great influence as PUNCHINELLO,
vast subjects should be set before the community. I know of none vaster
than Free Trade. You see, every body understands that subject and nobody
can explain it. I propose, therefore, to turn the light of my penny dip
upon it, and to set forth, in concise language, what I know about free
trade.
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