man that he will repent."
Legree is a Northerner. Time would fail me to notice all the crimes with
which Southern men and women are charged; but their greatness and number
precludes the possibility of their being believed. According to Mrs. Stowe,
mothers do not love their beautiful children at the South. The husbands
have to go to New England and bring back old maids to take care of them,
and to see to their houses, which are going to rack and ruin under their
wives' surveillance. Oh! these Southern husbands, a heart of stone must
pity them.
Then again, Southern planters keep dogs and blood-hounds to hunt up
negroes, tear women's faces, and commit all sorts of _doggish_ atrocities.
Now I have a charitable way of accounting for this. I am convinced, too,
this is a misapprehension; and I'll tell you why.
I have a mortal fear of dogs myself. I always had. No reasoning, no
scolding, ever had the slightest effect upon me. I never passed one on my
way to church with my prayer-book in my hand, without quaking. If they wag
their tails, I look around for aid. If they bark, I immediately give myself
up for lost. I have died a thousand deaths from the mere accident of
meeting dogs in the street. I never did meet one without believing that it
was his destiny to give my children a step-mother. In point of fact, I
would like to live in a world without dogs; but as I cannot accomplish
this, I console myself by living in a house without one. I always expect my
visitors to leave their dogs at home; they may bring their children, but
they must not bring their dogs. I wish dogs would not even look in my
basement windows as they pass.
I am convinced therefore, that some Northerner has passed a plantation at
the South, and seen dogs tied up. Naturally having a horror of dogs, he has
let his imagination loose. After a great deal of mental exercise, the
brain jumps at a conclusion, "What are these dogs kept here for?" The
answer is palpable: "To hunt niggers when they run away." Reader, imitate
my charity; it is a rare virtue where white faces are concerned.
All the rest of Mrs. Stowe's horrors can be accounted for satisfactorily.
It is much better to try and find an excuse for one's fellow-creatures than
to be always calling them "story-tellers," and the like. I am determined to
be charitable.
But still it is misrepresentation; for if they took proper means, they
would find out the delusions under which they labor.
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