It was a
beautiful day, and they saw an old slave coming up, and they thought
they would have a little fun. They had just come to a place where there
was a fork in the road, and there was a sign-post which read, "40 miles
to Liberty." One of the young men said to the old darkey driver, "Samba,
how old are you?" "I don't know, massa. I guess I'se about eighty." "Can
you read?" "No, sah; we don't read in dis country. It's agin the law."
"Can you tell what is on that sign-post?" "Yes, sah; it says 40 miles to
Liberty." "Well, now," said my friend, "why don't you follow that road
and get your liberty. It says there, 'only 40 miles to Liberty.' Now,
why don't you take that road and go there?" The old man's countenance
changed, and he said, "Oh, young massa, that is all a sham. If the post
pointed out the road to the liberty that God gives, we might try it.
There could be no sham in that." My friend said he had never heard
anything more eloquent from the lips of a preacher. God wants all his
sons to have liberty.
"Liberty Now and Forever."
When Miss Smiley went down South to teach, she went to a hotel and found
everything covered with dirt. The tables were dirty, dishes dirty, beds
were dirty. So she called an old colored woman who was in the house, and
said, "Now you know that the Northern people set you at liberty.
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