Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1857-02-19
A Black Republican Sold.

a o1ack aepuDucan OO1Q.
In "western city," seven miles from
this place, lives DR.. R, who, al
though very good Physician. and phi
lanthropist in the cause of bleeding Kan.
sas," and suffering Africa" is rather toe
matter of fact for this age of practical
jokes.
The following scene occurred at the store
of our friend, ]. G. Cushman, who, belong
ing to the "Border Rufian" party, and
being somewhat Of wag, assisted in car
rying the thing out.
A relative of Mr.. C's., formerly belong
ing to Dick Sliter's celebrated Empire
Minstrels, was stopping with him on Wis
it, and for the sake of having little sport,
BACKED himself, put on an old suit Of
clothes, wool hat, DC, which changed his
appearance from every nice young man
to an odd specimen of the African specie,
and presented himself at C.'s store as
fugitive niger from South Carolina, e,.
route for Canada. c. and some Of his
friends present being in the secret, were
enjoying the fun immensely, when in comes
Doctor R, upon which the following
dialogue cnsued:
DR.. R. What have you got here?
c. A niger from South Carolina, if
we can believe what the rascal says; but l
don'tplace any confidence in the black vii
lain. any how. I'll bet he's regular hum
bug.
DR.. r. Oh pshaw, no! He looks like
an honest fellow. Where are you from,
my good fellow?
Sambo. From Souf Carliny, sab.
DR.. r. What part of South Carolina
did you come from?
S. What part?
DR.. r. Yes. What county and town?
S. Oh, yah! Where de oysters grow.
DR.. R. He came from near the Atlantic
coast.
G. Idon't believe a word of it.
DR.. R. I guess it's so. How far have
you travelled to-day?
Sam. How far?
DR.. R. Yes, how far?
Sam. From Lockport, sab.
Dr. r. From Lockport? What State
is that in?
Sam. What State? Chicago.
DIR. R. Poor fellow! 1 pity him. You
see that he is quite intelligent. How did
you get here?
Sam. Walked all de way, sab.
DR.. Il. You must be very tired.
Sam. Oh yes. sab. rs berry tired, in
deed, sab.
c: What did you run away for, you
black rascal?
Sam. didn't run away, sab. No l
didn't
c. Don't you lie to me, you rascal. l
know your master well. I'll write to him
III the morning.
Sam. Please don't. sab. rs off. Ego
ing towards the door,
DR.. R. Don't bother the poor fellow.
Come back here; he won't write to your
master.
G. Can you dance the Virginia break
down?
SAM Yes sab.
G. Dance it then.
Sam. Wouldn't you rather have Jig,
sab?
c. I don't care. (sambo dances ff-
teen minutes.) Can't you dance any
more?
DR.. r. Oh, don't ask him to, the poor
fellow is SO tired; he has walked so far to-
day.
Sam. Can stay here tonight, sab?
G. Ask the Doctor, he's the man.
Sam. Can l stay with you, sab?
DR.. R. Oh, 1 wish you could, poor fell
low; but the fact is, havn't got but one
bed.
Sam. Well, 'spose l must go, den. Got
any water here? rs so dry.
G.. We don't water such black villains
here.
Dr.. r. Hold on. I'll go and bring
you some from the well. (brings in pail
full Cushman, have you got a cup or Dip
per here?
G.. No; let him drink out Of your pail,
Doctor.
DR.. X. with emotion, Here, take this
funnel; stick your finger in the small end
on it. and I'll fill for you. ellis it, and
Sambo drinks.)
Sam. Oh, OATS cool; glib me some more
sab.
DR.. r. Poor fellow; how do you live?
Sam. picks up chicken now and
then
DIR. r. Have you stolen chicken, to-