You were to give me the nigger's body for dissecting purposes, in return for which I was to give you a keg of my best whiskey," said Dr.
Zackland.
"Ha, ha, ha," laughed the postmaster, "I do remember it now." "Well, I'll certainly stick up to my part of the program if you will stick to yours." "You can bet on me," returned Dr.Zackland.

"I have a suggestion to make about the taking off of the nigger.

Don't have any burning or riddling with bullets.

Just hang him and fire one shot in the back of his head.

I want him whole in the interest of society.