Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1855-12-01
HOW'S TIE WIND.

BY the compass still from the north, coming
down in q gentle breeze all dav, sweeping over
sun gilt hills, from the mountain Of freedom, fan
nlng not freezing, the cheeks Of millions Of men
and women that live and breathe the pure air Of
heaven in land that boasts Of being free, and
whose every tongue repeats like OF Freedom ;
charter, asserting that all men created equal,
and OF right ought TO lie free. So this free wind
blows iree upon all; no o-e can he deprived Of
that-it is their brthright. And yesterday, all
day long, the sun Sh0nc in pure splendor-N oyem-
Der splendor-Amcrican Autumn spIendor-
tie wind blew gentle breeze from the north so
said the chGngeabe weather cock: but one little
put we felt tingling and burning our cheek made
us think the breeze came from the opposite point
OF the compass. " c took seat in one of the sta
3es oI line that runs through one Of the avenues
OF wealth OF this wealthy city, where milionaires
and we sat alone waiting for the driver to finish
his cigar and lager beer, But we soon had com
pany.
A girl about fourteen years old came out of one
Of the abodes of wealth, tripping along the pave
ment as light as young fawn, and took her seat
III one corner Of the stage-our stage the people S
stage; public stage; or omnibus if YOU will She
W0s neatly attired. modest in her behavior, and
carried in her hand little parcel, that told she
was servant in some family. dispatched upon a
downtown errand, perhaps three miles away
Of course she would not walk. Why should she ?
since she could occupy the corner of stage, rare
l} full at midday and ride three miles or more fol
s'Gpence.
Directly the driver was ready "the starter
Lad cried, times up"-and he was about tC
= aunt his-box when he caught sight of his pas
sengers. Down he came and stood upon the side
walk and took another look. What the mat
teri What he in that mild face that wa:
wrong? Evidently something. Yet, he saw thai
all men were not created equal. The face of that
girl though pure and innocent was not fully white
her skin was clean, but slightly yellow. 1t is pos
sible that one fourth her blood camo through Afri
can veins. What wind blew her hither?
Satisfied of this fact, John came around, open.
cd the door, and said, eve do not take colored
people son this line"
We will do the driver the justice to say that he
said it as gently and respectfully such mean
words can be said, or else, perchance he would
have had rough answer-for we are quick Of
speech, and might have spoken hastily.
The girl got up and spoke no word, but went
out and stood wondering upon !he pavement as We
rollcu away down toWn-wondcring If it were
true that this line carried no colored people. We
d:d not wonder long. First we took in what is
called man; thing Witl face colored-not by
nature-darker than than that poor girl, by some
thing that gave his breath more offensive smell
than the skin Of Il Congo negro. Then We took ii
4 colored woman--culorcd where rouge is used
and virtue sold. Then we took in man whose
occupation is that soils his hands and face and
clothes, and whose filthy habit of smoking give;
his garments nauseous smell that we would have
gladly exchanged for that Of any one Of nature,
colored people. 20 we went on and so we made
up our load.
We looked as We came down at the weather
cock, but the wind had not changed. 1t pointed
still to the north. All, then, there is a North
from whence the wind blows, but it does not take
colored people on this limo. Color is an offence
that no wind can blow away, however hard the
northern breeze l6wever slight the color.
Win it ever change? Let US inquire every day
How's the wind IN J, Tribune.