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Louis Philip Littell's Living Age — Volume 190…

Not so much as by a glance, not even by the shadow of a consciousness of their existence, would an Indian acknowledge a negro. In the calm imperturbability of his loathing, to the red man the black man was as if he were not. These children of the forest, unconquered, untamed, are the friends of the white man, and can be deferential to the dominant race. But the slave the Indian spurns and contemns, holding him infinitely less than the worm wriggling in the clay out of which he moulds his water-bottles and melon-plates.
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Louis Philip Littell's Living Age — Volume 190…

That the negro loves a dance is to every one a fact of ancient history. Our people were given a grand one to celebrate my first arrival on plantation; and that dance so delighted my own youthful heart with its juggernaut music of fiddles, banjos, pot-lid cymbals, and ear-splitting drum (improvised out of the hollow stump of a tree with a sheepskin stretched across) that I hardly ever had friends down from town without treating them to a gang dance.
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Louis Philip Littell's Living Age — Volume 190…

In these pre-emancipation days we had no coolies to deal with, and no petty courts to hold us in awe if we were tempted to slap an insolent nigger. In justice to the Dutch one must add that wanton cruelty on the part of a slave-owner was promptly punished whenever it came to the ears of government. Apart from all reasons of humanity, I never could understand a man's deliberately damaging his own property.
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