The end will come in the swamps and cane-brakes, and the members of the Clan who don't get rich while the trouble is at its worst, will have to stay poor.

As for the niggers, I expect nothing else than that they will be pretty well exterminated.

But look what that will do for men like yourself, Tom, who will have been able to hold on to their slaves!" "I'd like to have some guarantee that I'd be able to; do that! No, sir, the devils will all go whooping off to raise hell." Ware shivered at the picture his mind had conjured up.

"Well, thank God, they're not my niggers!" he added.
"You'd better come with me, Tom," said Murrell.
"With you ?" "Yes, I'm going to keep New Orleans for myself; that's a plum I'm going to pick with the help of a few friends, and I'd cheerfully hang for it afterward if I could destroy the city Old Hickory saved--but I expect to quit the country in good time; with a river full of ships I shan't lack for means of escape." His manner was cool and decided.

He possessed in an eminent degree the egotism that makes possible great crimes and great criminals, and his degenerate brain dealt with this colossal horror as simply as if it had been a petty theft.
"There's no use in trying to talk you out of this, John, but I just want to ask you one thing: you do all you say you are going to do, and then where in hell's name will you be safe ?" "I'll take my chances.