FLY RACE GUI (AUTO FARM, INFINITE PETS, AND MORE) [PATCHED]

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FLY RACE GUI (AUTO FARM, INFINITE PETS, AND MORE)

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The idea was very amusing to the Fool; and, the more hethought of it, the more he was convinced that it might be avaluable training-school to the inchoate citizens of the latelyrebellious States. Even while he was discussing the factswhich surrounded him, he could not realize them; and he quiteforgot, in giving his assent to this idea, the fact that he wasliving at the South, among a people who did not kindly brookdifferences of opinion among equals, and who would be sureto resent with an implacable hostility any society which notonly recognized the political autonomy of the recently subjectrace, but also encouraged that race to look up to the governmenttheir masters had failed to destroy as their government,their guardian, their protector; which not only promoted ideasnot in harmony with those of the former rulers of this section,but promoted the elevation of the freedman, prepared him forcivil life, and gave him confidence in himself as a politicalinteger. Had he thought of this, it is certain that he wouldnot have consented so readily to go and see Andy's society; forwhat he most feared was a conflict or permanent antagonismbetween the freedmen and their former masters; and hethought that any sacrifice, not going to the substance of theirliberties, ought to be made rather than that such a conflictshould be risked.

To them thronged with wondrous eagerness the old andyoung alike of the recently emancipated race. The buildingto which Comfort Servosse went that night was an imposingstructure in its dimensions. In it seven ladies who had comefrom far Northern homes, filled with the genuine spirit of themissionary, and no doubt thinking themselves endowed withthe spirit of that Redeemer who taught publicans in the marketor in the desert, despite the frowns of the Pharisees, held swayThese seven fair, pure-hearted Northern girls taught within itswalls each day, and oftentimes at night, six hundred and more ofthe race which had just now its first chance at the tree of knowledgesince our common mother persisted in eating the mysticapple. They, no doubt, thought they were doing God's service,and wondered why the earnest Christians who dwelt aboutthem should regard the inhabitants of the Mission House withsuch open aversion and apparent hate. It must have seemedstrange to these fresh young believers to see the seats of thechurches in the town, in front and rear of where they sat, uponthe sabbath, vacated by the most devout of God's people inVerdenton. They wondered at it for a time, and then blamedthe good people of Verdenton, and thought ill of their religion;when it was not the good people who were at fault, nor theirreligion, but only the civilization of which they were the outcome.There was never a kindlier, more hospitable, or morereligious people on the footstool, than those of Verdenton;only they were kind according to their notion, as everybody elseis; hospitable according to custom, like the rest of the world;and religious according to education and tradition, as areother people: and the disjointure of opinion between them andthe Yankee schoolmarms was all because the latter wantedto measure them by Northern ideas of these virtues, insteadof accepting those they found there. Sometimes they wroteindignant letters to their friends at home; but it was fortunatethat the greater part of the evil things which were said ofthem by the neighboring Christians never came to their knowledge,and that their hearts were too pure to comprehend thefoul innuendoes which floated by them. So they went on teaching,as they had been taught, those who had been all their livesthitherto untaught; and the, others went on hating and defamingthem because such a course was counter to their traditions,and those who did it were their hereditary enemies. And both,no doubt, felt that they were doing God's service with theirmight.

During these years the public press of the South was acurious study. Immediately after the close of the war, anduntil about the period of the rehabilitation of the States, itsutterances were cautious and guarded. While there was almostalways an undertone which might be construed to mean eithersullen hate or unconcealable chagrin, there was little of thatvindictive bitterness toward the North which had immediatelypreceded the war, or attended its prosecution. It is true, that,in some instances, its bottles of unparalleled infamy were unstopped,and poured on the heads of unoffending citizens ofNorthern birth, or those natives who saw fit to affiliate with theconqueror, or to accept office at his hands. This, however, wasnot a universal rule. As soon as the reconstruction periodhad passed, this caution relaxed. More and more bitter, moreand more loathsome, became the mass of Southern journalism.Defiant hostility, bitter animosity, unrestricted libertinism inthe assaults of private character, poured over the columns ofthe Southern press like froth upon the jaws of a rabid cur.Whatever or whoever was of the North or from the North wasthe subject of ridicule, denunciation, and immeasurable malignityof vituperation. Whoever had aided, assisted, or assentedto the process of reconstruction, became a target forinfamous assault. Rank, station, purity of life, uprightness ofcharacter, religious connection, age, sex, were no safeguard fromthese assaults. The accumulated malignity of the years ofquietude and suppression burst its bounds, and poured over thewhole country a disgusting flood of hideous, horrible, improbable,and baseless accusation and rabid vituperation. Men ofthe fairest lives were covered over with unutterable infamy;women of the highest purity were accused of unnamable enormities;and even children of tender years were branded withineffaceable marks of shame. The previous training which thepress of the South had received in the art of vilification, underthe régime of slavery, became now of infinite service in thisverbal crusade. The mass of their readers had long been accustomedto believe any thing absurd and horrible in regard to theNorth. To them it was already the land of thieves, adulterers,infidels, and cheats. There might be good men there; butthey were counted rarer than in Sodom. For fifty years thenecessities of slavery had rendered the cultivation of such asentiment necessary in order to preserve the institution fromthe assaults of free labor and free thought. To turn this tideof public sentiment against the ideas, principles, and men whowere engaged in the work of reconstruction, to intensify itsbitterness, increase its credulity, and make thereby a seven-timesheated furnace of infamy for those who saw fit to favorthis movement, was the assigned work and mission of theSouthern press, and right nobly was it executed. Never wassuch unanimity, never was such persistency, never such rivalryin malevolence, never such munificence in invective, never suchfertility in falsehood.

All this was a matter of infinite jest and amusement to thegood and wise people of the North. What could be funnier,or a more appropriate subject of mirth, than that the chivalricbut humorous and jocose Southrons should organize a ghostlypolice to play upon the superstitious fears of the colored people,who were no doubt very trifling, and needed a good deal ofregulation and restraint? So the Northern patriot sat back inhis safe and quiet home, and laughed himself into tears andspasms at the grotesque delineations of ghostly K. K. K.'s andterrified darkies, for months before any idea of there being anyimpropriety therein dawned on his mind or on the minds ofthe wise men who controlled the affairs of the nation. That afew hundreds, a few thousands, or even millions, of the coloredrace, should be controlled and dominated by their superstitiousfears, deprived of their volition, and compelled to follow thebehests of others, was not regarded as at all dangerous in arepublic, and as worthy of remark only from its irresistiblyamusing character.

I never knew before what a hold he had on the coloredpeople. Every one seemed as distressed as if he had lost abrother. Men, women, and children crowded into the streets.Moans and imprecations were about equally mingled in thesurging crowds who hurried toward the court-house. Fromthe first moment there was no question as to his death. Itwas assumed as a fact; and the conclusion was at once arrivedat, that his body was concealed somewhere about the court-house.Strangely enough the fragments of the crowd whohad been in attendance on the meeting gathered quietly aboutone or two of the stores, talked with each other in low tones,offered neither remonstrance, aid, nor ridicule of the searchthat was going on, and finally broke away by twos and threes,silently and solemnly to their homes. Every moment theexcitement grew more intense among the colored people. Inan incredibly brief time the crowd had swelled from a coupleof dozen to as many hundred; and, in an hour or two, morethan a thousand were gathered. The white people of thetown looked on gloomily and silently, but took no part in thesearch. The court-house was at once surrounded, and everyroom examined into which access could be obtained; for thekeys of some of them were said to have been lost, and oneespecially, it was claimed, had not been opened for manymonths. All trace of the key of this room seemed to havebeen lost by the officials in whose custody the law presumed itto have been. Then some of the white people came with verypositive reports that Walters had been seen going out of towntowards Dunboro', where it was known that he intended to goon the morrow. Several of the leading citizens came out atthis time, and endeavored to convince the colored people ofthe folly of their course. The Honorable John Snortout wasespecially active in this endeavor. They might as well havetalked to the wind. The colored people clung to their hypothesiswith a sort of blind instinctive conviction of its truth,which nothing could move. As it came on dark, fires werelighted, and a regular line of sentries put around the building.Meantime attempts were made to get a glimpse of the interiorof the rooms of which they could obtain no keys, by peeringthrough the closed windows. Clambering from one window-ledgeto another, they flashed the light of blazing torches intothem, but in vain. Nothing could be seen. 041b061a72