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SCENE.—A View of the Plantation Terrebonne, in Louisiana—a branch of the Mississippi is seen winding
through the Estate—a low built but extensive Planter’s Dwelling, surrounded with a verandah, and raised a few
feet from the ground, occupies the L. side—a table and chairs, R. C.
GRACE discovered sitting at breakfast−table with CHILDREN.
Enter SOLON from house, L.
Solon. Yah! you bomn’ble fry—git out—a gen’lman can’t pass for you.
Grace. (Seizing a fly whisk) Hee! ha—git out!
(Drives Children away—in escaping they tumble against and trip up Solon, who falls with tray—the Children
steal the bananas and rolls that fall about.)
Enter PETE, R. U. E., (he is lame )—he carries a mop and pail.
Pete. Hey! laws a massey! why clar out? drop dat banana! I’ll murder dis yer crowd.
( He chases Children about—they leap over railing at back.)
[ Exit Solon, R. U. E.
Dem little niggers is a judgment upon dis generation.
Enter GEORGE from house, L.
George. What’s, the matter, Pete?
Pete. It’s dem black−trash, Mas’r George; dis ere property wants claring—dem’s getting, too numerous round;
when I gets time, I’ll kill some on ’em sure!
George. They don’t seem to be scared by the threat.
Pete. Top, you varmin! top till I get enough of you in one place!
George. Were they all born on this estate?
Pete. Guess they nebber was born—dem tings! what dem?—get away! Born here—dem darkies? What on
Terrebonne! Don’t believe it, Mas’r George—dem black tings never was born at all; dey swarmed one mornin’ on
a sassafras tree in the swamp—I cotched ’em, dey ain’t no count. Don’t b’lieve dey’ll turn out niggers when
dere growed—dey’ll come out sunthin else. Grace. Yes, Mas’r George, dey was born here; and old Pete is fonder
on ’em, dan he is of his fiddle on a Sunday.
Pete. What? dem tings—dem?—get away. (Makes blow at the Children.) Born here! dem darkies! What, on
Terrebonne? Don’t b’lieve it, Mas’r George—no. One morning they swarmed on a sassafras tree in de swamp,
and I cotched ’em all in a sieve—dat’s how dey come on top of dis yearth—git out, you—