You might as well try to draw blood out of a turnip as to get any good out of her.' "'You got some good blood out of her,' said I, 'at any rate,' for Mrs.
Brown was wiping her hands, and the blood looked red and healthy enough; 'but she is not a turnip, that's one thing to be considered.' "'Well, Mrs.Brown, good evening,' said Arthur.

'I shall tell them at the South how you Northern people treat your white niggers.' "'I wish to the Lord,' said Mrs.Brown, 'we had some real niggers.

Here I am sweatin, and workin, and bakin, all these hot days, and Brown he's doin nothin from morning 'till night but reading Abolition papers, and tendin Abolition meetings.

I'm not much better than a nigger myself, half the time.' "Now," said Arthur, "Mr.Hubbard, I have been fortunate in my experience.

I have never seen a slave woman struck in my life, though I've no doubt such things are done; and I assure you when I saw Mrs.Brown run the risk of spoiling that pretty face for life, I wondered your laws did not protect 'these bound gals,' or 'white niggers,' as she calls them." "You see, Hubbard," said Abel, "your philanthropy and Arthur's is very contracted.