vote.”
“But they’d have to read and write.”
“Sure!”
“Well, then,” said Taylor, “it might be a good thing.”
Colton eyed him suspiciously.
“You’d let a nigger vote?”
“Why, yes, if he had sense enough.”
“There ain’t no nigger got sense.”
“Oh, pshaw!” Taylor ejaculated, walking away.
The sheriff was angry and mistrustful. He believed he had discovered a deep-laid scheme of the aristocrats to cultivate friendliness between whites and blacks, and then use black voters to crush the whites. Such a course was, in Colton’s mind, dangerous, monstrous, and unnatural; it must be stopped at all hazards. He began to whisper among his friends. One or two meetings were held, and the flame of racial