threatening to sell him or her into Georgia.
The old negro voo-doo doctor or fortune teller could fill any negro for
whom she had formed a dislike with terror, and bring him to her feet
begging for mercy by walking backward, making a cross with her heel and
prophesying, "You'll walk Georgia road."

When Georgia, the altar for human sacrifices, perfumed by the odor of
cooked human flesh, travailed, she brought forth the prodegy of the
nineteenth century, whose cries for blood would startle Catherine De
Medici and cause Bloody Mary to look aghast.

Georgia bore upon her sulphurous bosom an Andersonville, within whose
walls thousands of the nation's noblest sons suffered the most inhuman
treatment and died the most agonizing and ignominious death. Georgia
trained her cannon upon these emaciated, starved vermin-eaten creatures
rather than submit to their rescue by an invading army. Georgia's
convict camps of the present day are worse than slavery, and more
intolerable than the Siberian mines. The order of the States upon the
map should be changed so as to read as follows: North Carolina, South
Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi, Louisana, Texas, Georgia, Hell. The
people of Wilmington were bargaining for the genuine article when they
sent to Georgia for trained murderers and assassins.

Josh Halsey was the second one to fall on that fatal day. Josh was deaf
and did not hear the command to halt, and ran until brought down by a
bandit's bullet. Josh Halsey was asleep in bed when the mob turned into
Brunswick Street, and his daughter awoke him, only to rush from his
house to death. The mob swept on over his prostrate form, shooting into
private dwellings, and frightening men and children, who fled to the
woods for safety, or hid beneath their dwellings.

Let us go back and see what has become of Molly. To bring her around it
required heroic efforts on the part of men and the women who were the
sewers of bagging on the docks. Too weak for further effort in behalf of
her people, she was tenderly lifted into a buggy, carried up by way of
the old Charlotte depot to her home in Brooklyn. Mrs. West, who knowing
of her determination, and anxious as to her fate, had arrived at the
cottage that morning too late to intercept Molly. She lingered about the
cottage, however, and when they bore the exhausted and faint girl home,
the foster mother was frantic with grief. "It was only a fainting spell,
mother," said Molly, as Mrs. West bent ov