Did you call on Colonel Pendleton ?" "Yes, sir.

He was at Santa Clara, and had not yet returned,--at least, that's what that dandy nigger of his told me.

The airs and graces that that creature puts on since the colonel's affairs have been straightened out is a little too much for a white man to stand.

Why, sir! d--d if he didn't want to patronize YOU, and allowed to me that 'de Kernel' had a 'fah ideah' of you, 'and thought you a promisin' young man.' The fact is, sir, the party is making a big mistake trying to give votes to that kind of cattle--it would only be giving two votes to the other side, for, slave or free, they're the chattels of their old masters.

And as to the masters' gratitude for what you've done affecting a single vote of their party--you're mistaken." "Colonel Pendleton belongs to no party," said Paul, curtly; "but if his old constituents ever try to get into power again, they've lost their only independent martyr." He presently became abstracted again, and Shear produced from his overcoat pocket a series of official-looking documents.
"I've brought the reports, sir." "Eh ?" said Paul, absently.
The secretary stared.