“They may send the flower of their young men down South, to die of the fever in the summer, and the ague in the winter.” They could send them year after year, until they used up all the young men. “All no use! God’s ahead of master Lincoln. God won’t let master Lincoln beat the South ’til he does the right thing. Master Lincoln, he’s a great man, and I’m a poor Negro, but this Negro can tell master Lincoln how to save the money and the young men. He can do it by setting the Negroes free.”
