"Well, they are all Catholics here, too—ain't they?"
"Here, sar? Here, sar? Oh, no, sar!"
"Why, your master is not a Protestant, is he?"
After two deep groans, he replied in a whisper:
"Oh, sar, they don' have no meetin' o' no kind, roun' here!"
"There are a good many free negroes in this country, ain't there?"
"What! here, sar? Oh, no, sar; no such good luck as that in this country."
"At Opelousas, I understood, there were a good many."
"Oh, but them wos born free, sar, under old Spain, sar."
"Yes, those I mean."
"Oh, yes, there's lots o' them; some of 'em rich, and some of 'em—a good many of 'em—goes to the penitentiary—you know what that is. White folks goes to the penitenti'ry, too—ho! ho!—sometimes."
"I have understood many of them were quite rich."
"Oh, yes, o' course they is: they started free, and ain't got nobody to work for but theirselves; of course they gets rich. Some of 'em owns slaves—heaps of 'em. That ar ain't right."
"Not right! why not?"
"Why, you don' think it's right for one nigger to own another nigger! One nigger's no business to sarve another. It's bad enough to have to sarve a white man without being paid for it, without having to sarve a black man."
"Don't they treat their slaves well?"
"No, sar, they don't. There ain't no nations so bad masters to niggers as them free niggers, though there's some, I've heard, wos very kind; but—I wouldn't sarve 'em if they wos—no!—Does you live in Tennessee, mass'r?
"No—in New York."
