But he declined without saying anything. The Indiana were kind and friendly and kept insisting on the colored boy to eat with them, but he shied off for he was afraid of them. The Indians told him that the meat was good and well cooked on the live coals of fire and that he was welcome to all that he could eat. But they could not prevail on him to speak much less to eat. Injun lettle better than nigger.
Nigger leetle better than dog.
The cutting remark cast toward the lad created a roar of laughter among the Indians and grandfather joined in with them and he took many merry laughs about it for years afterward. When Jess was grown he was a religious turn of mind and turned out to be a Baptist preacher and lived at Springfield, Mo. a few years after the war.