We don't allow niggers to ride in this car, no how you can fix it--so come, youngster," said he, gruffly, to the now aroused boy, "you must travel out of this." "He shall do no such thing," replied Mrs.Bird, in a decided tone; "I've paid fall price for his ticket, and he shall ride here; you have no legal right to eject him." "I've got no time to jaw about rights, legal or illegal--all I care to know is, that I've my orders not to let niggers ride in these cars, and I expect to obey, so you see there is no use to make any fuss about it." "Charlie," said Mrs.Bird, "sit here;" and she moved aside, so as to seat him between herself and the window.

"Now," said she, "move him if you think best." "I'll tell you what it is, old woman," doggedly remarked the conductor: "you can't play that game with me.

I've made up my mind that no more niggers shall ride in this car, and I'll have him out of here, cost what it may." The passengers now began to cluster around the contending parties, and to take sides in the controversy.

In the end, the conductor stopped the train, and called in one or two of the Irish brake-men to assist him, if necessary, in enforcing his orders.
"You had better let the boy go into the negro car, madam," said one of the gentlemen, respectfully; "it is perfectly useless to contend with these ruffians.

I saw a coloured man ejected from here last week, and severely injured; and, in the present state of public feeling, if anything happened to you or the child, you would be entirely without redress.