Do you think these things will last forever ?" "I suppose not.

There are some prophets of evil who tell us that the Union is going to dissolve.

But I know it would puzzle their brains to tell where the crack will begin.

I reckon we'll continue to jog along as usual.

'Cotton fights, and cotton conquers for American slavery.'" Even while Leroy dreamed of safety the earthquake was cradling its fire; the ground was growing hollow beneath his tread; but his ear was too dull to catch the sound; his vision too blurred to read the signs of the times.
"Marie," said Leroy, taking up the thread of the discourse, "slavery is a sword that cuts both ways.