The Negro stood not upon the order of his going, but departed with a yell of terror.

To this day he will tell you: 'He done it, suah, boss.

I seed him do it.'" It was seldom necessary at this early stage to use violence, for the black population was in an ecstasy of fear.

A silent host of white-sheeted horsemen parading the country roads at night was sufficient to reduce the blacks to good behavior for weeks or months.
One silent Ghoul posted near a meeting place of the League would be the cause of the immediate dissolution of that club.

Cow bones in a sack were rattled within earshot of the terrified Negroes.