XXIX

MUTTERINGS OF THE STORM

Events moved rapidly during the next few days. The reproduction, in the

Chronicle, of the article from the Afro-American Banner, with Carteret's

inflammatory comment, took immediate effect. It touched the Southern

white man in his most sensitive spot. To him such an article was an

insult to white womanhood, and must be resented by some active

steps,--mere words would be no answer at all. To meet words with words

upon such a subject would be to acknowledge the equality of the negro

and his right to discuss or criticise the conduct of the white people.

The colored people became alarmed at the murmurings of the whites, which

seemed to presage a coming storm. A number of them sought to arm

themselves, but ascertained, upon inquiring at the stores, that no white

merchant would sell a negro firearms. Since all the dealers in this sort

of merchandise were white men, the negroes had to be satisfied with

oiling up the old army muskets which some of them possessed, and the few

revolvers with which a small rowdy element generally managed to keep

themselves supplied. Upon an effort being made to purchase firearms from

a Northern city, the express company, controlled by local men, refused

to accept the consignment. The white people, on the other hand, procured

both arms and ammunition in large quantities, and the Wellington Grays

drilled with great assiduity at their armory.

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All this went on without any public disturbance of the town's

tranquillity. A stranger would have seen nothing to excite his

curiosity. The white people did their talking among themselves, and

merely grew more distant in their manner toward the colored folks, who

instinctively closed their ranks as the whites drew away. With each day

that passed the feeling grew more tense. The editor of the Afro-American

Banner, whose office had been quietly garrisoned for several nights by

armed negroes, became frightened, and disappeared from the town between

two suns.

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The conspirators were jubilant at the complete success of their plans. It only remained for them to so direct this aroused public feeling that it might completely accomplish the desired end,--to change the political complexion of the city government and assure the ascendency of the whites until the amendment should go into effect. A revolution, and not a riot, was contemplated.

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With this end in view, another meeting was called at Carteret's office.

"We are now ready," announced General Belmont, "for the final act of

this drama. We must decide promptly, or events may run away from us."

"What do you suggest?" asked Carteret.

"Down in the American tropics," continued the general, "they have a way

of doing things. I was in Nicaragua, ten years ago, when Paterno's

revolution drove out Igorroto's government. It was as easy as falling

off a log. Paterno had the arms and the best men. Igorroto was not

looking for trouble, and the guns were at his breast before he knew it. We have the guns. The negroes are not expecting trouble, and are easy to manage compared with the fiery mixture that flourishes in the tropics."

"I should not advocate murder," returned Carteret. "We are animated by

high and holy principles. We wish to right a wrong, to remedy an abuse, to save our state from anarchy and our race from humiliation. I don't object to frightening the negroes, but I am opposed to unnecessary bloodshed."

"I'm not quite so particular," struck in McBane. "They need to be

taught a lesson, and a nigger more or less wouldn't be missed. There's

too many of 'em now."

"Of course," continued Carteret, "if we should decide upon a certain

mode of procedure, and the negroes should resist, a different reasoning

might apply; but I will have no premeditated murder."

"In Central and South America," observed the general reflectively, "none

are hurt except those who get in the way."

"There'll be no niggers hurt," said McBane contemptuously, "unless they

strain themselves running. One white man can chase a hundred of 'em. I've managed five hundred at a time. I'll pay for burying all the niggers that are killed."

The conference resulted in a well-defined plan, to be put into operation

the following day, by which the city government was to be wrested from

the Republicans and their negro allies.