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266   TWELVE YEARS A SLAVE

"I tell you what it is Epps," said Bass, "it's all wrong - all wrong, sir - there's no justice nor righteousness in it." I wouldn't own a slave if I was rich as Croesus, which I am not, as is perfectly well understood, more particularly among my creditors. There's another humbug - the credit system - humbug, sir; no credit - no debt. Credit leads a man into temptation. Crash down is the only thing that will deliver him from evil. But this question of Slavery; what right have you to your niggers when you come down to the point?"

"What right!" said Epps, laughing; "why I bought 'em, and paid for 'em."

Of course you did; the law says you have the right to hold a nigger, but begging the law's pardon, it lies. Yes, Epps, when the law says that it's a liar, and the truth is not in it. Is every thing right because the law allows it? Suppose they'd pass a law taking away your liberty and making you a slave?"

"Oh, that ain't a supposable case," said Epps, still laughing; "hope you don't compare me to a nigger, Bass."

"Well," Bass answered gravely, "no, not exactly. But I have seen niggers before now as good as I am, and I have no acquaintance with any white man in these parts that I consider a whit better that myself. Now, in the sight of God, what is the difference, Epps, between a white man and a black one?"

"All the difference in the world," replied Epps. "You might as well ask what the difference is be-