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INSURANCE AT PINEY WOODS.   55

easy to be seen that Squire McBride's mind was made up. The little Atlanta chap looked like a squirrel in a rat trap.

Col. Bowie concluded his masterly peroration in these words : " I am animated in this prosecution by no other desire than to serve my people and my country. I have no personal hostilities to any of these prisoners. One of them I know well. As secretary of the Board of Trade he is a gentlemen; as a member of the Baptist church he is regular in his attendance ; as a husband he is a good provider, when sober, and a remorseful man when recovering from those potations deep and too frequent that have obscured at times the brightest intellects. I have drank with him often as man and man and as such I honor him, but as the tool and creature of this foul compact that is sucking our life blood I pity and despise him. [Everybody looked at Thompson here. but he never chirped ] In conclusion let me say, that, although I do not own a single dollar's worth of property in this world—poor as I am, I would rather see Spruce county—aye, even Piney Woods, the home of my boyhood, the bride of my mature affections, and I hope the resting place of my body when that frail tenement returns to its mother dust—I would rather see it all burned to the ground than that we should continue to pay this slave's tribute to the Tryant of Trust."

Tears stood in many eyes as Col. Bowie set down and pressed his handkerchief to his own. Squire McBride's voice was husky with emotion as he began :

" I had my doubts," said he, " whether I had any jurisdiction, because I can find nothing about it in the statutes. But the eloquent address of Col. Bowie has convinced nie that I ought to solve those doubts in favor of my own people. among whom I have lived, who have in the past paid nie many fees and before


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