CHAPTER XVIII.
THE STORM'S MASTER.
When Bernard ceased speaking and took his seat the house was as silent as a graveyard.

All felt that the time for words had passed and the next and only thing in order was a deed.
Each man seemed determined to keep his seat and remain silent until he had some definite plan to suggest.

At length one man, somewhat aged, arose and spoke as follows: "Fellow citizens, our condition is indeed past enduring and we must find a remedy.

I have spent the major portion of my life in close study of this subject, searching for a solution.

My impression is that the negro will never leave this country.