Southern Punch
December 05, 1863
Yankee General.
Now Sambo, I have made you Captain of the Odoriferous Guards. You are to attack the Rebels wherever you meet them.
Yes, massa. But de Ribils fight mighty hard, and if dey ketch me, I's a gone darkey.
Yankee General.
You must struggle for victory; fight till you die.
Yes massa! I always do dat! Aside. I's gwine to git out ob dis. Ole missus used to say dat white men dat puts demselves on 'quality with niggar, no better dan niggar demselves. De fust chance I gits, I's gwine to gib de slip to all de black guards of Brudder Abe. Aint ready to gib up de ghost yit.


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