The Newberry herald and news. (Newberry, S.C.) 1884-1903, 1891-10-15

negro, you will find ten shiftless, i'm
moral ones We are tired. saw 4
crowd of them in Atlanta the other
day who were gathered around a black
man with q plug t, and I heard him
say, 1--WE must al get away from this
country-a colored man has no chance
here at ali. The white man has got
him down and his heels Oh him, and
we is bound to 60" He is as much an
anarchist as Herr Most. Every one
of those darkies can get 81 a day and
live on > cents.
There are millions of white people
across the water who would thank God
for so good chance to make a living.
If this restless, trifing, insolent, crime
loving class would go somewhere it
would be- a great relief. The fact is
they should be made to go. Abolish
the chaingang and ship them to Africa
l wonder if it can't tie done. England
used to send her bad men to Botany
Bay. We are tired OF having to use
lynch law for their outrages. Lynch
law does not reform Or intimidate.
There have been more of these horrible
outrages within the last year than any
year since the war. And yet there are
many good negroes, negroes whom we
respect and love to befriend, and there
is the trouble with Bishop Turner's
plan. He wants the good ones to 60
and set up government. We want
them to stay and the bad ones to 60,
and that would take large majority.
At all events they should be thinned
out, and we will give the bishop choice
and help hiln to thin them. 1t is the
common sentiment of our people that
the whites and the blacks cannot live
together in peace much longer. The
generation that is now coming on right
out of the schools is worse than the
last. Every town is full of young ne
groes who are vagabonds and they
keep the police continually on the
watch. The Jail and calaboose are
never without boarders. Over five
hundred colored convicts have been
sent to the chaingang during the last
twelve months. When will this thing
stop:
Their oIn race, with few exceptions,
don't seem to be much concerned about
it. l overheard one telling his expe-
rience as convict, and he had good
time. He said: Nov, children, you
know was trusty, I was. I didn't
wear no spurs, nor chains. I had
charge Of the dogs, and when a nigger
got away my boss holler for me, and
jump for the mules and put The saddles
on quick and ontie the dogs, and away
we 60. We had two dogs-a big, long
cared houn' dog and small dog, sorter
half flee, and a short tail. Dey was
both powerful good track dogs. One
mornin' about daybreak de larm was
given, two niggers got away. De boss
call me and I got de mules and de dogs
quick, and he bounce on one mule and
l bounce on de other and We let de
dogs smell of de nigger's bunk whar
dey sleep and den put 'em on de track
and away we go. De niggers and de
dogs run and we keep up behind. De
niggers run and de dogs run. Bime
by de track got hotter and hotter and
de niggers run and de dogs run. De
ole houn' opens his mouth wide and
say come on, come on, and after we
had run 'em about four miles de ole
dog change his tune and we know'd
dem niggers was treed. Shore enuf,
when we got dar, de two niggers was up
in post oak setten on limb. De ole
houn was settin' off piece a-lookin'
up in de tree and he say t-o-o-o-o of
'em, t-o-o-o-o of 'em. De little dog was
settin' OH his short tail and he say,
dats fax, dat's fax, dat's fax.
Well, We make dem darkies get down
from dar and take 'em back and de
boss give 'em right smart whipping
and put 'em to work agin. Dey was
mean niggers and dare aint no other
sort dare hardly. I neber sociate wild
dem convicts. I was a trusty, 1 was"
BILL ARP.