History of the American Negro in the Great World War

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YOU HEAR—

The crack of the “driver’s” lash; the sullen bay of pursuing hounds.

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JUST OVER YONDER—

Is the “Auction Block”. You hear the moans and screams of mothers torn from their offspring. You see them driven away, herded like cattle, chained like convicts, sold to “master’s” in the “low lands”, to toil—

“Midst the cotton and the cane.”

YOU LISTEN—

Sounding far off, faint at first, growing louder each second, you hear the beat of drums; the bugle’s blast, sounding to arms; You see great armies, moving hitherward and thitherward. Over one flies the Stars and Stripes, over the other the Stars and Bars; a nation in arms! Brother against brother!