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PEEFACE. 
 
 In writing this book, I want it distinctly 
 understood that everything mentioned in it 
 was revealed to me exactly as stated, and I 
 can produce reliable witnesses to prove that 
 on Monday, December 4, 1899, I related the 
 whole dream or vision to them, word for 
 word, just as it appears in this book. Up to 
 that date, no remarks about the invasion of 
 Canada or the midnight mass of the Roman 
 Catholic Church had been heard or even 
 thought of by me, as I take no interest 
 in church or religious affairs, whatever; 
 and furthermore, I know absolutely nothing 
 about the percentatge of Roman Catholics 
 in the Army and Navy of the United States 
 or^ Great Britain, or their percentage of re- 
 sponsible positions in this or any other Prot- 
 estant country. So far as I know, the dream 
 or vision, or whatever it was, may have been 
 the result of over-eating, or it may have been 
 
a true insight into the present state of exist- 
 ing affairs and a sure forecast of the future. 
 Suffice it to say, we already hear threats of 
 invading Canada and reorganizing the Clan- 
 na-Gael, the Fenians, and other Catholic 
 organizations. 
 
BY THE, TOPE'S COMMAND; 
 
 OR, 
 
 The Destruction of the British Empire and the Over- 
 throw of Protestantism throughout the World. 
 
 PART I. 
 
 OHAPTEE I. 
 
 By some strange fatality, I was given an 
 awful and startling view of the future, which 
 I am at a loss to account for, as I am not 
 religious or superstitious and am an unbe- 
 liever in fortune-telling or forecasts of any 
 kind, which makes it all the stranger; how- 
 ever, I will now proceed to give an account 
 of my strange experience, as far as I can 
 remember. Just after eating a hearty meal 
 on the afternoon of Sunday, December 3, 
 —5— 
 
1899, I stretched myself out on the lounge at 
 my home and began to read the different 
 Sunday newspapers, which I had bought 
 that morning. Soon I began to feel drowsy. 
 A strange Maltese cat came in at the door, 
 and sat down and looked at me fixedly for a 
 few moments, and then he got up and walked 
 slowly out Now, if there is anything that 
 is got up on crooked legs which I hate, it is 
 a cat. Thought I, "Here is where I rid the 
 world of a fine-looking cat," but I suddenly 
 realized that I was utterly unable to move 
 any part of my body. I wondered what on 
 earth could be the matter with me. I tried 
 to roll off the lounge, but it was no use. 
 Then I began to think that I was dying, and 
 the thought came to me that I was in a 
 trance. What if my wife would suppose that 
 I was dead, and have me buried? Then I 
 renewed my efforts in trying to get up from 
 there. "If I am really in a trance, what 
 caused it?" I thought of that confounded 
 cat — how he kept looking back at me as he 
 went out. "Did he have anything to do with 
 
my present predicament?" I asked myself. 
 No; it must have been something I had eaten 
 for dinner that didn't agree with me. Then 
 I began to think over the different things 
 that I had eaten for dinner, when I suddenly 
 realized that I was not alone, for I could 
 hear someone moving about the room. 
 Thought I, "It is the undertaker that has 
 come to measure me for my coffin!" Then I 
 strained every muscle in my body trying to 
 get up, or, at least, trying to move one fin- 
 ger or toe, but my whole body seemed to be 
 held in a vise. I could still hear heavy foot- 
 steps, but could not see anyone. 1 could 
 hear the children playing and romping just 
 outside of the window. 
 
 I discovered that I could move my eyes 
 about, but not my head, so I began to look 
 about to discover who my visitor was, and at 
 the very first glance around I discovered 
 him. He was a tall, dark-complexioned man 
 of about forty-five or fifty years of age, with 
 straight black hair, with a red fez cap on 
 his head, and dressed like a Turk; he seemed 
 —7— 
 
to be busy arranging something in a large 
 trunk-like box. I lay there watching him, 
 unable to move a finger; I tried to move my 
 head, then my feet, then my fingers and toes 
 — all in vain. I felt that if I could just move 
 one finger, I could then soon be able to get 
 up. I tried again to roll off the lounge — all 
 in vain. Then I resolved to remain calm and 
 see what he was going to do. He fumbled 
 around in the box awhile, and then he turned 
 around and walked straight up to me, drag- 
 ging a short, funny-looking, little red stool, 
 the legs of which seemed to be set with dia- 
 monds and other precious stones that glit- 
 tered and sparkled in a thousand different 
 colors. He sat down on the stool and looked 
 at me with his curious-looking eyes, that 
 seemed to be coals of fire, and set deep in 
 his head. He had a long, hook-like nose and 
 high cheek-bones; the lower part of his face 
 was covered with a heavy mustache and a 
 long, thick, black beard. 
 
 I lay there wondering if my disbelief in 
 the existence of the devil was about to be 
 
exploded, and just then he spoke for the first 
 time. Said he: 
 
 "Knowing you to be non-sectarian, I have 
 come to warn the whole world through you. 
 Two terrible wars will soon be raging in this 
 country; you will live to see the first one; 
 and the terrible bubonic plague and the war 
 combined will nearly depopulate this coun- 
 try. The war will be terrible — a religious 
 war; no quarter will be asked or given, no 
 prisoners will be taken. It will be a war be- 
 tween the allied powers of Europe, aided by 
 the powerful Eoman Catholic Church, on one 
 side, and the Anglo-Saxons and all of the 
 Protestant faith on the other. Blood will 
 run through the streets of your cities like 
 water, and then the world will see a strange 
 thing occur; for the two races that are the 
 most ostracized and discriminated against 
 in the United States of America will take 
 up arms and fight shoulder to shoulder 
 with the Anglo-Saxon Protestants in de- 
 fense of the American flag to the last ditch. 
 The races referred to are the Jews and the 
 —9— 
 
American Negroes. Nearly all the other 
 races Avill oppose you in the field, with 
 the possible exception of the Germans, for I 
 cannot see the Germans as a nation oppos- 
 ing the Anglo-Saxon Protestants, but I can 
 see a great many Germans opposing you. 
 They are all members of the great Roman 
 Catholic Church, the 'Church militant/ the 
 disguised demon that has thrown out her 
 long and powerful arms and grasped every- 
 thing in this country that should belong to 
 the Protestant alone — the Army, the Navy, 
 the arsenals, the militia, the court-houses, 
 the county offices, the city offices, the police 
 departments, the fire departments, and the 
 labor unions; who has special orders to stren- 
 uously oppose any attempt to increase the 
 Regular Army above 25,000 men, hardly 
 enough to keep order in one large city. 
 
 "Warn the President of the United States 
 of America to be continuously on his guard , 
 as his own life is in constant danger night 
 and day, for the time for action is rapidly 
 approaching, which will result in the end of 
 —10— 
 
Protestant rule in Europe. It has even now 
 commenced. Every regiment sent by Eng- 
 land to South Africa has hundreds of Irish 
 and other Catholics, with instructions to pick 
 off all the Protestant officers, and the dis- 
 patches and cablegrams show how well they 
 have done their work. A great Catholic 
 nation in Europe is now preparing to make 
 war on the Protestant British Government; 
 they have already insulted the Queen; they 
 are now awaiting some flimsy excuse to set 
 the thousands upon thousands of their mag- 
 nificent troops in motion; they have nothing 
 to fear, for they know that in every British 
 regiment there are hundreds of Catholic Irish 
 soldiers, who, by killing off the British offi- 
 cers, will soon reduce the great British Army 
 into a disorganized, panic-stricken mob. The 
 United States of America will be called on 
 for aid by the tottering British Government; 
 then the Irish Catholics of North America 
 will arm and openly invade Canada; they 
 have nothing to fear; the Canadian Army, 
 like the English Protestants, has already 
 —11— 
 
been fixed, and their officers will soon all be 
 killed and their whole army routed and slain. 
 No prisoners will be taken, and no quarter 
 shown." 
 
 He then turned in his seat and made a 
 motion towards the large box or trunk, and 
 two more men, dressed exactly like him, came 
 forward, carrying the box between them; 
 reaching doAvn in the box, they drew out a 
 large map and raised it high above their 
 heads and let go of it; the upper end kept 
 going up until it touched the ceiling and 
 stopped with a slight jolt; the lower end 
 rested on the floor; then a bright light sprang 
 up behind it, rendering it almost transparent, 
 and such a wonderful map! It seemed to 
 be alive. It was a map of the Old World — 
 Europe, Asia, and Africa. He motioned for 
 me to get up, and, to my astonishment, I dis- 
 covered that I was able to rise without any 
 extra effort on my part, where beforehand I 
 was utterly unable to move. I stood on my 
 feet. 
 
 "Come and see," said he. 
 —12— 
 
I stepped forward to within three feet of 
 the map. I saw all the different races of 
 the Old World in their respective countries. 
 I saw the large cities of Europe, Asia, and 
 Africa. In every large city in Europe I saw 
 large crowds of people gathered around the 
 different newspaper offices, reading the bul- 
 letins. I looked down on the lower part of the 
 map at South Africa; a battle had just begun 
 between the Boers and English. I saw the 
 puffs of smoke from thousands of small arms, 
 and the flash, flash, flash of fire and heavy 
 puffs of smoke from the hundreds of heavy 
 cannon, that must have roared and echoed 
 over the Transvaal hills for miles and miles. 
 I saw what seemed at first a great moving 
 cloud of dust, or whirlwind, but it proved 
 to be a regiment of British cavalry; they 
 came thundering around the side of a hill 
 and charged with full speed upon a regiment 
 of Boers; the British cavalry officers were 
 riding in front of their troops with their 
 swords raised high above their heads; the 
 Boers opened fire, which emptied many a 
 —13— 
 
British saddle; then the British cavalry be- 
 gan to fire right and left, wherever they saw 
 an enemy. 
 
 My eyes seemed to follow the movements 
 of three privates in the English cavalry. I 
 saw them during the height of the battle 
 raise their guns and take deliberate aim, 
 not at the enemy, but at some of the Prot- 
 estant officers of their own regiment. At 
 the flash of their guns, three British line 
 officers tumbled off their horses and lay 
 stark and stiff on the ground. I saw the 
 same thing repeated in different parts of the 
 field. I saw that each of these assassins wore 
 a small crucifix or small white pearl cross 
 on his breast, suspended by a small chain 
 around his neck; and one peculiar thing I 
 noticed, was that, no matter in what position 
 they were standing, the crucifix could be dis- 
 tinctly seen through their bodies, which 
 seemed to be transparent, as far as seeing the 
 crucifix was concerned. I noticed that their 
 operations were not confined to the Protest- 
 ant officers alone, for during the heat of bat- 
 
tie I saw hundreds of private soldiers fall 
 before their unerring aim. 
 
 While I still gazed at the map, I saw what 
 was intended to be a midnight sortie of a 
 British brigade on the Boer forts, or, rather, 
 trenches. I saw the whole brigade drawn up 
 in line, while the officers seemed to be giving 
 instructions, for they would point with their 
 swords in the direction of the enemy; finally, 
 the order to advance seemed to be passed on 
 down the lines, and the whole brigade began 
 their march forward. I watched them with 
 breathless interest. Nearer and nearer they 
 approached the enemy's works; they were 
 now crawling forward on hands and knees, 
 and for the first time I noticed that this bri- 
 gade were dressed in kilts or little short 
 dresses. I began to look for the crucifix; 
 there were few to be seen. Finally I selected 
 one man who wore the crucifix, intending to 
 keep my eye on him. Suddenly I saw the 
 flash of a rifle in another part of the field; I 
 looked quickly in that direction and saw the 
 man who had fired the rifle. I saw his com- 
 
 —15— 
 
rades angrily shaking their fists in his face. 
 I looked at him good;, he did not wear the 
 small cross. Then suddenly the whole coun- 
 try was lit up by some kind of lights from the 
 Boers' forts or breastworks, and thousands 
 upon thousands of rifles and artillery were 
 turned loose on the betrayed British troops. 
 I looked for this rascal who had fired his 
 rifle; he was lying behind a great sheltering 
 rock, apparently unhurt. The whole regi- 
 ment was now in a disorderly retreat down 
 the hill. 
 
 Was that rifle fired by accident or design? 
 Everything pointed to the latter theory; al- 
 though this fellow was not a Catholic, his 
 sympathies seemed to be with the enemy. 
 "Well," thought I, "there are a good many 
 men in this world whose sympathies are 
 always with the enemies of their country. 
 We have them right here in the Congress of 
 the United States." 
 
 I understood at once why the British 
 Army fared so badly in every battle fought 
 in South Africa during the present war. I 
 —16— 
 
also realized that if England expected to win 
 in this or any other war, she must reorganize 
 her army and navy; she must get rid of all 
 of her rascally traitors in both army and 
 navy. 
 
 I turned and asked him to show me the 
 map of North and South America. 
 
 "Look," said he. 
 
 I turned once more to the map; it was 
 now the map of North and South America. 
 Naturally my eyes nought the city of Wash- 
 ington. Everything seemed to be in a panic. 
 Newsboys were running through the streets 
 with extra editions of the various newspa- 
 pers. Crowds of people were in front of each 
 newspaper office, reading the bulletins, and 
 in some cases blocking up the whole street. 
 I peered closely at the map. I could make 
 out to read some of the bulletins, and read 
 the following: "Extra! Canada invaded by 
 Irish-Americans. The city of Windsor cap- 
 tured. Citizens fleeing for their lives. Riot- 
 ing throughout the Dominion between Prot- 
 estant and Catholic citizens. All business 
 —17— 
 
suspended. All moneys and securities are 
 being hastily shipped to the United States. 
 The Canadian army on the march to the 
 relief of Windsor/' 
 
 Just then I noticed an unusual commo- 
 tion among the crowds of people in front of 
 the bulletins; men stood on tiptoe and craned 
 their necks to see the latest extra. I looked 
 closely at the latest bulletin: "Extra! ! A 
 regiment of United States soldiers sent to 
 patrol the Canadian-American border to pre- 
 vent filibustering are attacked by American 
 Roman Catholics. In th^ engagement that 
 followed the American regiment lost 1.1.8 
 killed, 207 wounded; 9 officers were killed 
 and 12 wounded. Loss of enemy not known, 
 but supposed to be great. The high death- 
 list in our regiment is supposed to be the 
 work of foreign traitors on our own side. 
 The whole country aroused. An extra ses- 
 sion of Congress called to immediately reor- 
 ganize the Army and Navy. The whole 
 American Army now operating in the Phil- 
 ippines, Puerto Rico, and Cuba to be called 
 —18— 
 
home at once and reorganized. The Presi- 
 dent's message to Congress. The Philippines, 
 Cuba, and Puerto Eico to be abandoned at 
 once. All able-bodied male Negroes in the 
 United States of America to be recruited, 
 and, wherever it is necessary, drafted into 
 the service of the Government." 
 
 As I .stood gazing at the map, another 
 bulletin extra went up. I read: "Extra! ! ! 
 Prance has declared war on the British Em- 
 pire. All English and Americans ordered to 
 leave France immediately. Catholic press 
 and pulpit throughout the United States 
 attack the Administration on account of 
 American Army outrages on Catholic Church 
 property in the Colonies. Secret meetings 
 being held in all the Catholic Churches 
 throughout the world. Arms and munitions 
 of war being secretly shipped from Europe 
 to Catholic priests in the United States of 
 America. Catholics are openly drilling in 
 defiance of American law. A crisis approach- 
 ing. Panic in Wall Street. Kuns on banks 
 throughout the country. Money being with- 
 —19— 
 
drawn from banks and trust companies and 
 hidden away in places of safety. Business at 
 a standstill. Bread riots have begun. Stores, 
 factories, and freight cars are being sacked 
 and looted night and day. Throughout the 
 country a reign of terror exists. Police refuse 
 to protect life and property, and, to add to 
 the already chaotic state of affairs, the bu- 
 bonic plague has broken out and become epi- 
 demic in a large portion of the country, and, 
 on account of the unsanitary conditions pre- 
 vailing in all of the large cities, it is spread- 
 ing rapidly, and will soon envelop the entire 
 country. Bioting still continues. No au- 
 thority of the law is recognized. Every man 
 his own protector. " 
 
 I stood there wondering what the next 
 bulletin would be. I began to look over the 
 map generally. I saw the American Army 
 hurrying home from the Philippines, Puerto 
 Bico, and Cuba. They were being landed in 
 San Francisco, New York, and other cities 
 on the east and west coasts of America, and 
 as they marched through the streets, I no- 
 —20— 
 
ticed in all of the white regiments there were 
 hundreds upon hundreds of men who wore 
 the little white crucifix and seemed to have 
 a fiendish, self-satisfied look on their faces. 
 I turned my attention to the southern portion 
 of the country. I saw what must have been 
 over two million Blacks being drilled night 
 and day by white Protestant officers. It 
 seemed that days, weeks, and months passed 
 w T hile I stood there looking at that map, and 
 it would fill a book of over 1,000 pages to 
 relate the different scenes and incidents that 
 I saw. It all seemed like a great moving 
 panorama. I watched the tedious drilling 
 of the blacks, and what seemed to me the 
 slow reorganization of the Protestant army, 
 for I now understood that both the Ameri- 
 can Army and Navy were to be Protestant 
 absolutely. 
 
 "Why wasn't this done years ago/ 1 I 
 asked of him who had first appeared to me, 
 "and thus saved all of this bother?" 
 
 — 21— 
 
"Simply because some nations are over- 
 trusting, and never recognize their real en- 
 emy until too late," he replied. 
 
 "How will this revolution end in this 
 country, and what will be the outcome? 
 Will this Government be overthrown like 
 the British Empire, whose fall you have just 
 predicted?" 
 
 "That," said he, "depends upon the time 
 it will take to arm, drill, and equip their 
 black troops, who will be used to guard 
 property and keep order in the large cities 
 until the white regiments are thoroughly 
 reorganized. Any unnecessary delay in this 
 matter will mean the complete overthrow of 
 this nation." 
 
 "When will all of these troops be ready?" 
 said I. 
 
 For answer he pointed to the map. There, 
 from all parts of the United States, came the 
 colored troops, thousands upon thousands — 
 yes, hundreds of thousands upon hundreds of 
 thousands, I scanned them closely, army 
 after army, regiment after regiment, I was 
 —S3— 
 
looking to see if any of them wore the cross 
 or crucifix. I looked and searched in vain; 
 there was no cross or crucifix among those 
 fellows. I watched them as they would enter 
 each large city, where, under the instruc- 
 tions of their white Protestant officers, every- 
 body was driven off the streets, and martial 
 law proclaimed. I saw them tacking up 
 notices all over the cities that they entered, 
 warning the people to keep off the streets, 
 I looked again at the city of Washington. I 
 saw the Capitol, Treasury buildings, and all 
 the other Government buildings guarded by 
 Negro troops. I looked at the cities of Xew 
 York, Chicago, Cleveland, and St. Louis, and 
 in all of these four cities I saw that th3 
 Negro troops had to fight their way through 
 the streets, block after block. The religious 
 fanatics would fire from windows and house- 
 tops on the colored soldiers as they passed 
 in the streets below. 
 
 I began to look for the white soldiers; 
 they had begun to reappear again, coming 
 to reinforce the colored troops in the large 
 —23— 
 
cities. With the appearance of the white 
 troops, and all of them Protestants, or sup- 
 posed to be, confidence had been partly re- 
 stored. The Roman Catholic agitators and 
 known leaders were being given a short trial 
 by the soldiers and shot to death. But the 
 spirit of insurrection had not been entirely 
 crushed out; rioting was still going on in the 
 small cities and towns, and arson, pillage, 
 and plundering were still going on wherever 
 there were no soldiers stationed. In nearly 
 every city and town of any consequence in 
 this country the police, judges, and juries 
 were nearly all Roman Catholics, and no 
 mob except Protestant mobs were interfered 
 with. All Protestants were either clubbed 
 to death or shot by the police whenever they 
 attempted to congregate anywhere. 
 
 I also saw the ravages of the bubonic or 
 Asiatic plague, which was then epidemic. I 
 saw the dead bodies of men, women, an 1 
 children, all swollen up and turned black, 
 lying in the streets and alleys. Hundreds 
 were being buried or piled up on timbers and 
 —24— 
 
cremated by the soldiers, both white and 
 black, who were dying by the hundreds them- 
 selves. The reorganization of the Army and 
 Navy was still going on, although it was not 
 as thorough as it should have been, for there 
 were still hundreds of men among the white 
 troops wearing the little white crucifix of 
 Rome. 
 
 "Well," thought I, as I stood before the 
 map and saw the condition of affairs, "this 
 will forever settle the race problem in th's 
 country, but it will give birth to another 
 problem a thousand times worse than the 
 race problem could ever attain. It will be 
 the religious problem now, and will compel 
 the United States to become a military Gov- 
 ernment. Large bodies of soldiers will have 
 to be stationed close to all of the large cities 
 in this country, for the United States of 
 America will then be just like the different 
 Governments of Europe: freedom of speech 
 will be done away with, and every man that 
 criticises the Government will do so at his 
 peril, and our prominent Roman Catholic 
 —25— 
 
representatives and senators will no longer 
 be permitted to stand up in the Congress of 
 the United States and dictate the policy of 
 this Government." 
 
 At least, that is the way I thought it out 
 as I looked at the map, which suddenly be- 
 gan to roll up, after which it dropped lightly 
 to the floor and another one was hastily 
 brought forward. As it unrolled, I saw it 
 was the map of the Old World, and that the 
 Avhole of Europe and Asia and a great part 
 of Africa was in an active state of warfare. 
 It was bewildering at the first glance, but I 
 began to realize how matters stood, or, rath- 
 er, moved, for everything that could move 
 was moving; armies were on the march; bat- 
 tles were being fought; war-ships of all the 
 great nations of Europe and Asia were on 
 the seas, some headed one way, some an- 
 other; transports were loading and unload- 
 ing troops in the different parts of Europe 
 and Asia. 
 
 The longer I studied the map the bet- 
 ter I understood the situation: France and 
 —26— 
 
England were at war; Eussia and Germany 
 had attacked China and Japan; the Turks 
 and all the Mohammedans, including all of 
 British India, were fighting Germany, Aus- 
 tro-Hungary, and Eussia. I saw the millions 
 of Mohammedan soldiers with their red fez 
 caps and picturesque uniforms of short, 
 baggy pants and Zouave jackets. I saw the 
 soldiers of China, Persia, Afghanistan, Ara- 
 bia, British India, Turkey, and Japan, all 
 facing the Eussian Army/ whose lines ex- 
 tended along almost the entire southern 
 boundary line of Eussia. But, in spite of 
 their great army, the Russians were outnum- 
 bered over five to one, for all of the dark races 
 of the Old World had turned out their full 
 strength, for they seemed to understand that 
 it was to be a war of extermination. On all 
 sides were to be seen war and pestilence, for 
 the bubonic plague had now enveloped the 
 whole world; men seemed to prefer death by 
 the bullet or sword rather than face the terri- 
 ble scourge. 
 
 s —37- 
 
I turned once more to my strange enter- 
 tainer, and asked him what the outcome in 
 Europe was to be. 
 
 Said he: "The nations of Europe and 
 Asia will suffer the same fate as the Mound- 
 builders and Cliff-dwellers of old, who v> er ,* 
 exterminated by war .and pestilence. It is 
 the work of Nature. Everything that lives 
 must die, even great nations. This world 
 has stood for countless millions of years; it 
 has been populated and depopulated thou 
 sands upon thousands of times; war and pes- 
 tilence have exterminated much greater and 
 more powerful nations than exist on this 
 earth to-day. Nature is never at rest; she 
 creates, exterminates, and regenerates with 
 a precision that is omnipotent, awful, an i 
 irresistible. ? 
 
 Pointing at the map on which the differ- 
 ent nations of Europe and Asia were drawn 
 up in battle array, he continued: "There is 
 absolutely nothing short of total extinction 
 of one or both factions that will ever bring 
 peace, for the different nations that you see 
 —28— 
 
opposing each other have utterly lost all 
 confidence in each other, and this war will 
 continue to the bitter end, and those who 
 escape the gun and sword will soon fall vic- 
 tims of the plague, until not one will be left 
 to tell the tale. It is only a repetition of 
 Nature's awful laws; it is only the inevitable. 
 
 As I still looked at the map I saw great 
 earthquakes that sent tidal waves mountains 
 high around the earth. It seemed to me that 
 the very elements had taken hold in order to 
 hurry matters along. 
 
 While still noting the effect of the earth- 
 quakes, the map rolled up and dropped to 
 the floor, and another one was run up. It 
 was the map of North and South America; 
 or, rather, the Western Hemisphere. Natur- 
 ally my eyes rested on the United States and 
 Canada. What a change had been wrought 
 all over. the whole Dominion of Canada! I 
 could see the French flag waving over all the 
 forts and public buildings — but not alone, 
 though, for I could also see that the green 
 banner of Erin was quite numerous, thus 
 —29— 
 
explaining the disastrous results to the Cana- 
 dian Protestants far better than words could 
 do. It showed the work of the Pope and 
 priests of Rome, who have long looked on the 
 whole of North America with longing eyes. I 
 looked at the United States of America: 
 War and pestilence were still the order of the 
 day. Urged on by the Pope of Rome, France, 
 Italy, and Austria had attacked the United 
 States. 
 
 Said my strange visitor: "The midnight 
 masses held in all of the Catholic churches 
 were held in order to formulate a plan of 
 attack. Your Romanist citizens, who practi- 
 cally control the Army and Navy and politics 
 in this country, are to give the Papal armies 
 of France, Italy, and Austria all the assist- 
 ance possible, and they are compelled to do 
 it — it is the Pope's command, and must be 
 obeyed, and will be obeyed to the letter," 
 
 I began to look the map over : the rioting 
 
 and plundering as shown to me in the flrsi 
 
 map of North America was still going on; I 
 
 saw great powder mills blown up in different 
 
 —30— 
 
parts of the country; the greater portion of 
 the Army was being hurried to the Pacific, 
 Atlantic, and southern coasts of the country 
 to repel the invaders of Europe, leaving only 
 a small portion to guard the inland cities; 
 all of the heavy ordnance of Sandy Hook 
 forts, Wadsworth, Hamilton, and Governor's 
 Island had been permanently disabled, ren- 
 dering them practically useless; in fact, 
 there was scarcely a single piece of ordnance, 
 light or heavy, along the whole coast of the 
 country, that was not disabled or destroyed. 
 By whom? The Army and Navy officials 
 had been unable to determine. 
 
 Noticing that my curious-looking enter- 
 tainer was preparing to take his leave, I 
 spoke. Said I: "You have shown me the 
 destiny of the different nations of the earth, 
 and you claim that you came to warn them 
 through me. Now, what shall I tell the peo- 
 ple of North America, and what shall I say 
 to those of the Eastern Hemisphere?" 
 
 Said he: "Tell the Protestant people of 
 North America that war and pestilence are 
 —31— 
 
inevitable and sure. Tell them to prepare for 
 it at once by getting rid of all Romanists in 
 their Army and Navy and political offices. 
 Your labor unions are practically controlled 
 by them. A priest can put a stop to rioting 
 quicker than the President of the United 
 States could. They don't even respect the 
 neutrality laws of this country. They are 
 the slickest bribers and political schemers 
 this world ever produced. Their hatred and 
 contempt of the Protestants are so intense 
 that they will openly attack you in the 
 streets. If you attempt to expose them, you 
 will find a great many Protestant orators 
 who will get up and champion the Romanists 1 
 cause; turn these Protestant orators out with 
 them. No delay must be tolerated; the pres- 
 ent is a situation that calls for prompt and 
 radical action. Organize your Protestant 
 societies. Drill and equip yonr able-bodied 
 male Negroes; they can be trusted. The 
 Pope certainly knew what he was talking 
 about when he said, 'We can have this coun- 
 try in ten years. There are two points to 
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consider, the American Indian and the 
 Negro/ He well knew that he already 
 has enough Romanists in the American 
 Army and Navy to prevent them from do- 
 ing any effectual work, and if they could 
 Romanize the Negro, they could present a 
 solid front to the Protestant Americans. 
 Every one of their soldiers would be re- 
 cruited by the priests of their respective 
 parishes, thus preventing any Protestant 
 from getting in their ranks, for the priests 
 personally know every Roman Catholic, man, 
 woman, or child, in their parishes, and the 
 Protestant would get no chance to get into 
 their ranks to play the traitor; while, on the 
 other hand, the Protestants would have to 
 take any man who they thought was all 
 right, and in the very first battle they would 
 lose every one of their officers, and their 
 whole army would be routed and slain. But 
 the Pope has found out that he cannot Roman- 
 ize the Negro. That is one reason why the 
 blow has not been struck. He knows that 
 the white Protestants can recruit about two 
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million Negro troops, who will tumble over 
 each other to enlist, the moment they realize 
 that the country is actually in danger. This 
 Negro race has never produced a traitor to 
 the American flag, and absolute reliance can 
 be placed in them to hold the foreign Eoman- 
 ists in check until the Protestant Americans 
 can reorganize their Army and Navy. 
 
 "That," said he, "is the secret of the Irish 
 hatred of the American Negro; he is a stand 
 ing menace to them, and is a hard customer 
 to meet on the battle-field, and will always 
 be a confirmed Protestant. So the Pope has 
 abandoned the idea of Romanizing the Amei - 
 ican Negro, and is now plotting with the 
 French Government, who, with the aid of 
 the Irish Romanists, will certainly over- 
 throw the British Empire, as foretold on the 
 maps that I have just shown to you. Then 
 Canada will fall, and the United States will 
 be attacked by the allied armies of France, 
 Italy, and Austria and thousands of Roman 
 Catholics from South America,- which is 
 growing more hostile towards this country 
 
every day. The Romanists in this country 
 will give you no end of trouble, and will 
 harass and handicap the Protestant Ameri- 
 cans on every side, causing an almost com- 
 plete suspension of business of every kind. 
 
 "And last, but not least," said he, "tell 
 the American Protestants to stop their sense- 
 less prejudice and ostracism toward the 
 black people of this country. There is no 
 just cause for it, and it should be discontin- 
 ued at once." 
 
 "Now, what shall I say to the English 
 people?" said I, as I glanced at the map just 
 in time to see the French and Italian war 
 ships begin shelling New York City and 
 Brooklyn. 
 
 Said he: "Tell them to withdraw their 
 troops from the Transvaal while they have 
 some officers left. Order them back to Eng- 
 land, and prepare for the great and final 
 struggle. Nothing but disaster and death 
 awaits them in the Transvaal. The Turkish 
 or Japanese Army could have routed and 
 driven the Boers into the sea long ago." 
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"And why?" I exclaimed. 
 
 "Because," said lie, "there are no traitors 
 in the armies of either one of those two 
 nations; every man is loyal to his ruler and 
 country. And when the same conditions pre- 
 vail in the Army and Navy of the United 
 States of America, then, and not until then, 
 will the Americans be invincible in war and 
 formidable to all evilly disposed nations or 
 races of the earth." 
 
 My strange visitor grabbed his diamond- 
 beset stool and hurried out of the door, and 
 his two assistants followed, carrying the 
 large box between them. I turned to look at 
 the map. It was gone. My wife was stand- 
 ing near the door, looking curiously at me. 
 
 "What on earth is the matter with you?" 
 she exclaimed. "You have been standing 
 there looking at the wall and asking ques- 
 tions about nearly every nation on the face 
 of the globe. Are you feeling sick?" 
 
 "No," said I; "I only had a dream, or a 
 trance, I don't know which." 
 
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I looked down at the carpet, and the im- 
 print of the legs of that little, red, diamond- 
 bedecked stool could still be faintly seen. 
 
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CHAPTER II. 
 
 That night my mysterious visitor reap- 
 peared, this time alone. 
 
 Said he: "There is great rejoicing in Ire- 
 land. The long-looked-for opportunity has 
 arrived. It has long been the prayer of the 
 Roman Catholic Church that the haughty 
 and arrogant British Protestant nation 
 would become involved in war Avith some 
 other power, and thus enable the down-trod- 
 den Irish race to strike their long-delayed 
 and decisive blow for liberty and self-gov- 
 ernment. The time has arrived; the blow is 
 being struck, and will continue to be struck 
 until the final overthrow of the hated British 
 nation, and the ghost of Protestantism is 
 forever driven from the green soil of Ireland. 
 The good St. Anthony has decreed it, and the 
 epitaph of the great and good Robert Emmet 
 will soon be written." 
 
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Said I: "Tour sympathy seems to have 
 changed since you were here last" 
 
 "I have no sympathy for either side," said 
 he. "I am only stating the facts. Did you 
 pay strict attention to the maps? Did you 
 note the real cause of British disasters? 
 Did you see the stampede of the ammunition 
 mule-train, and the cause? Did you see the 
 surrender of the Eoyal Irish Fusileers?" 
 
 "I saw it all very plainly and under- 
 stood," I answered. 
 
 "Then," said he, "go and warn the whole 
 world, as I have commanded, for the British 
 nation is even now struggling on the ragged 
 edge of total destruction, and the war will 
 extend to her North American possessions. 
 War and insurrection will extend, and soon 
 envelop the whole of North America, includ- 
 ing Mexico and a greater part of South 
 America. It is inevitable and sure." 
 
 "Is it too late for the British Empire to 
 avert the coming disaster?" I asked. • 
 
 "Well, not entirely," he answered. 
 
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"Then what would you suggest?" J 
 inquired. 
 
 Said he: "I never suggest; I simply ex- 
 plain the sure and only remedy for existing 
 evils, and that remedy is to immediately dis- 
 continue their operations with her white 
 troops. Arm and equip all of her black sub- 
 jects from the West Indies, Australia, and 
 New Zealand, and Africa, and her brown and 
 yellow subjects of East India. Let them 
 form the privates; place them under white 
 Protestant officers, with never a white man 
 in the ranks as private; make it impossible 
 for a single white soldier to get into the 
 ranks. Then the world would find out that 
 the Boers are not such sharpshooters as was 
 generally supposed, for the British losses of 
 both officers and men would immediately 
 fall off at least 70 per cent; for, being unable 
 to get into the ranks of the dark-skinned 
 soldiers without detection, the papal assas- 
 sins' occupation would be gone. The whole 
 war in South Africa can be fought and won 
 with the same set of officers that takes 
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charge of the campaign, and the British 
 nation still has this one chance to snatch 
 victory from otherwise sure defeat." 
 
 "But," said I, "suppose they pay no atten- 
 tion to this advice." 
 
 "In that case/' said he, "nothing but sure 
 defeat and annihilation awaits them. And," 
 continued he, "they should learn wisdom 
 from experience. Their recent heavy loss 
 of officers is without record and unprece- 
 dented, and in the annals of warfare since 
 time immemorial it stands without a single 
 parallel." 
 
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OHAPTEE III. 
 
 "Before 1 leave you/" said he, "you must 
 see the future map of the world," 
 
 He handed me a small map of the world, 
 and I at once began to look at North and 
 South America. Cuba and all of the islands 
 of the West Indies had disappeared, and, in 
 their places, there were four large volcano 
 mountains, all within a few hundred miles of 
 each other; and from the'Gulf of Campeachy 
 to the Bay of Panama the land had all dis- 
 appeared, and it was now all open sea. Vol- 
 canoes were active all over Old Mexico, or, 
 rather, what was left of Old Mexico, for 
 there was very little left of it. Lower Cali- 
 fornia had disappeared entirely, and, in fact, 
 nearly all of California had sunk out of sight, 
 and the Sierra Nevada Mountains were now 
 the coast line; Nevada and Arizona were 
 filled with great bodies of water, some of 
 them larger than Lake Superior; there were 
 
also several active volcanoes in both of these 
 States, or Territories, whichever they are; 
 the lower part of Florida had disappeared; 
 New Orleans was no longer on the map; two 
 of the Great Lakes were dry — T think Lake 
 Superior and Lake Huron — and the other- 
 lakes were nearly dry; Chicago seemed to be 
 at least five miles from the waters of Lake 
 Michigan; great clouds of steam-like vapor 
 arose out of the beds of the empty lakes; 
 Niagara Eiver had long been dry, and the 
 great rocks where the falls used to be were 
 grown all over with vegetation. 
 
 I noticed a strange-looking tlag over a 
 large fort or barracks, where some soldiers 
 were stationed. It was different from any I 
 had ever seen. It had a crown and a large 
 
 double cross, like this " "and three stripes 
 
 — I think they were red, purple, and green. 
 The soldiers- uniforms were dark green. 
 
 "Where are the Stars and Stripes of the 
 United States of America?" I asked, "and 
 where are the Anglo-Saxon Protestants?" 
 
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"There are no more Anglo-Saxon Protest- 
 ants," was the answer; "they were over- 
 thrown nearly nine hundred years ago. Their 
 flag is now only kept as a relic. There is only 
 one religious denomination now in this coun- 
 try, and that is Catholic. This is no longer a 
 republic; the rulers are chosen by the Pope, 
 and whose power is absolute." 
 
 "And the Protestants were overthrown at 
 last, were they?" 
 
 "Yes," he exclaimed. "There were two 
 wars, the first was long and bloody, and the 
 Anglo-Saxons succeeded in beating their ene- 
 mies off and held the country two hundred 
 and sixty years, but were overthrown, exter- 
 minated, or driven out of the country. But," 
 said he, "this second war will not occur dur 
 ing your lifetime or the lifetime of your chil- 
 dren. Your great-great-grandchildren will 
 live to see it, and be killed in it. It will be 
 a terrible conflict, and -will last over six 
 years, for the Anglo-Saxons and their Negro 
 allies will fight until they are nearly totally 
 exterminated. " 
 
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He took the map out of my hand, waved 
 me a good-night, and was gone. I heard a 
 piercing scream, and leaped out of bed; my 
 little two-year-old boy was sitting up in his 
 bed, looking fearfully out of the door, which 
 was standing w^ide open. I closed the door, 
 and asked him what was the matter. He 
 only clung to me and pointed at the door. 
 I put him in the bed with his mamma. 
 
 "What is the matter with the baby?" my 
 wife asked. 
 
 "I do not knowy I replied. 
 
 "Open the damper in the stove," she con- 
 tinued; "the room is full of gas." 
 
 "There is no fire in that stove," said I; 
 "the stuff that you smell is sulphur — yes, 
 madam, the Simon-pure sulphur, and I guess 
 I will sit up the balance of the night." 
 Which I did. 
 
CHAPTER [V. 
 
 Now, if this vision proves to be a true 
 forecast of the future, then the course in the 
 future is plain, as there are only two great 
 Protestant nations in existence on earth 
 to-day. They must either stand together or 
 fall separately. Let England be overthrown, 
 and the United States will soon have to fight 
 the whole of Catholic Europe and South 
 America, and probably Mexico thrown in. To 
 array the Anglo-Saxons against each other 
 is a Avell-laid Roman Catholic trap, and a 
 Avhole lot of consummate idiots in the Con 
 gress of the United States have already fallen 
 into it. 
 
CHAPTER V. 
 
 The Horrors of the Bubonic or Asiatic Plague. 
 
 In studying those maps as seen in my 
 vision, I took more notice of the progress of 
 the bubonic plague than any other thing, and 
 if it is coming true, the nations of the earth 
 had better be preparing to fight it instead of 
 fighting each other; for this strange being that 
 I saw in my vision said it is positively com 
 ing, and will spread all over the earth, and 
 it and the wars combined will totally depop- 
 ulate a large portion of this earth. As some 
 of the things that I saw on those maps have 
 already happened since then, I have no rea- 
 son to doubt that the whole thing will hap 
 pen just as it was forecast, although I hardly 
 believed that the Catholics would give the 
 country any real trouble soon, but it is best 
 to be prepared. A thief won't attempt to rob 
 you if he knows that you are "on to him" and 
 
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prepared for Mm; he will want to take yon 
 unawares. 
 
 But to return to my subject: I saw pea- 
 pie dying like poisoned flies all over this 
 country. Nearly all the large cities were 
 almost totally deserted, the people having 
 fled to the country to avoid the plague. 
 All the cities were garrisoned by soldiers, 
 white and colored, who were themselves fall- 
 ing victims to the terrible scourge. A man's 
 life didn't seem much to these soldiers, for 
 hardly was a person's body cold before he 
 was thrown on a pile with many others, great 
 buckets full of oil were thrown on them, 
 lighted torches were applied, and, as the 
 flames roared and crackled around them, the 
 soldiers leaned on- their rifles and looked on 
 with a hard, stony stare, and more bodies 
 were unloaded and tossed on the burning 
 pile without any ceremony whatever. 
 
 As I looked at the hard, set faces of those 
 soldiers, I wondered what on earth had be- 
 come of human nature; but I reasoned that 
 death had lost all its terrors for them, and 
 
it was to them now only a matter of business, 
 and they were resigned to their own fate, 
 which it seemed was inevitable and near. It 
 seemed that the people who fled to the coun- 
 try districts to avoid the plague were faring 
 no better than those left in the cities, for 
 they, too, were dying by the hundreds. There 
 seemed to be no escape. 
 
 Now, as all my dreams invariably come 
 true, I certainly believe this vision is worth 
 consideration, and the best thing this Gov 
 ernment can do is to immediately call all her 
 soldiers and citizens home from all the for- 
 eign countries, wherever they may be, and 
 then close all our seaports to immigration 
 and international commerce of every sort 
 whatsoever, and keep them closed until the 
 plague in foreign countries has run its course 
 or has been stamped out entirely. 
 
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PART II 
 
 THE RACE PROBLEM. 
 
 There exists in this country to-day what 
 is called "the vexed race problem." Various 
 remedies have been suggested for the better- 
 ment of the same by a number of our greatest 
 and most distinguished orators and states- 
 men. Some have suggested the deportation 
 of the Negro race to some other continent, 
 while some have even suggested intermar- 
 riage, by which the black race would be 
 Anally absorbed, but the fallacy of the latter 
 is too evident to be discussed here. Various 
 other remedies have been introduced to show 
 how it could be settled, but we still have the 
 race problem, and will continue to have it 
 until Nature finally steps in and settles it; 
 for it is one of Nature's inexplicable laws and 
 can and will be attended to art the proper 
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time, and settled for all time to come, by 
 Nature alone. The process has already com- 
 menced. Nature seems to work in a round- 
 about way, but a careful study of it will show 
 that she works straight and to the point. 
 
 Yes, the process of settling the race prob- 
 lem in this country is already well under 
 way. We have in this country a sect that 
 holds the laws of their church (whose head is 
 in a foreign country) above the laws of this 
 Government, and that considers their chil- 
 dren too good to attend our public schools, 
 and tries to besmirch and belittle the charac- 
 ters of some of our best army officers, who 
 risked their lives for the American flag in 
 the Philippines. They have tried for years to 
 plunge this country into a war with Great 
 Britain, but it has been and always will be 
 a signal failure; for the great Anglo-Saxon 
 race, that is capable of building up and gov- 
 erning a great country like this, is capable of 
 keeping its "weather eye" on a sect that dis- 
 respects its laws and holds church above 
 state. And when the invasion of Canada is 
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attempted, it will be the signal for a general 
 all-around war between the two religions, or, 
 rather, the Soman Catholics of the world 
 against the Anglo-Saxon Protestants — and 
 of course the Negro will side with the Amer- 
 ican Protestants. And when the Americans 
 realize that of all the different races of man 
 in this country the American Negroes are 
 the only ones that are loyal to a man, then 
 all race prejudice will immediately disap- 
 pear, and the Negro will stand forth recog- 
 nized as an American citizen and a man. All 
 discrimination against him in trade, busi- 
 ness, or industrial pursuits will be removed. 
 The white Protestants of this country will 
 show their appreciation of the black men, for 
 their steadfast loyalty to the American flag, 
 by placing them in good positions of trust 
 and by educating those that are not educated, 
 and opening the doors of all industrial pur- 
 suits to them, thus placing them on a level 
 with any other race in this country; while 
 the Negro will show his devotion to the 
 Protestant American by living up to the 
 
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laws of the land and conducting himself in 
 an honest, honorable, and law-abiding man- 
 ner. And thus Nature will solve the vexed 
 race problem, without any deportation of the 
 Negro or intermarriage. 
 
 I may be mistaken, but I believe every- 
 thing that I saw in my vision will come to 
 pass just as predicted. Look at the infamous 
 attempts to besmirch the characters of the 
 Twentieth Kansas Kegiment and its officers. 
 Just trace up the different tirades of abuse 
 hurled at this famous regiment and its offi- 
 cers, and see w r ho the accusers and abusers 
 are. Look at the open violation of our neu 
 trality laws every day since the war in the 
 Transvaal began. Take any Romanist news- 
 paper and read their opinion of the President 
 of the United States; yes, read their own 
 newspapers, printed and edited by them, and 
 see what you think about it. All of these 
 things I regard as the work of Nature, which 
 will eventually end in the solving of the ra<*e 
 problem in this country. 
 
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The Anglo-Saxon Protestant is a quiet, 
 indulgent, and forbearing race, in peace; but 
 once thoroughly stirred up and a more terri- 
 ble, uncompromising, and fighting race does 
 not exist on this earth to-day. Any attempt 
 by any of the alien races in this country to 
 override the laws of this country will only 
 result in disaster to the law-breakers, and 
 will certainly solve the race problem, as far 
 as the black man is concerned; for the Negro 
 will never take up arms against the dear old 
 Stars and Stripes, or attempt to besmirch or 
 belittle the brave men who have followed it 
 to victory or death, for stamped in the heart 
 of every American Negro are the sentiments: 
 "Here 's to the American flag, always in the 
 right; but, right or wrong, here's to the 
 flag!" Such steadfast devotion must and 
 will bring its reward, sooner or later. Th> 
 Negro doesn't consider it his business to in- 
 quire who is right or who is wrong when the 
 flag is attacked, but takes up arms and de- 
 fends the old flag to the direst extremity, and 
 
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leaves the question of right or wrong to be 
 argued out afterwards. 
 
 It is not patriotism that prompts the 
 Negro to be loyal to the American flag; for, 
 if he ever had any patriotism, it has lonp. 
 been crushed out by the many abuses an 1 
 indignities that have been heaped upon him 
 in this country. Every race is put ahead of 
 the Negro; even the blanketed Indian, whom 
 it is almost impossible to civilize, is consid 
 ered better than the Negro. Now, can any- 
 one wonder at the Negro's lack of patriotism? 
 He has nothing to be patriotic about The 
 explanation of the Negro's loyalty to the 
 American flag is this: it is the flag of his 
 country, the land of his birth. He knows no 
 other country, he knows no other flag; and 
 when war breaks out, he will take up arm-; 
 with the same unconcern that lie now takes 
 up his dinner-bucket, and will follow the flag 
 and defend it wdth his life, if necessary. And 
 why? His country has been attacked, and 
 this is the flag of his country; he must defend 
 his country, he must defend its flag. Ami 
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 * 
 
when the bugle sounds the charge, his heart 
 quickens, but not with patriotism— he has 
 long since lost all of that. He has but few 
 thoughts, and they are to charge right in on 
 the enemy, kill them right and left, and drive 
 them out of their works. So, with a yell of 
 defiance and derision, they sweep on to the 
 charge like thousands of demons let loose 
 from hell. 
 
 I once heard an old army officer say that 
 the terrible yells of defiance that only the 
 black regiments are capable of giving are 
 enough to strike terror to the hearts of the 
 bravest, and, once heard, are never to be 
 forgotten. It is not the loud, ringing chee ■:■ 
 of patriotism that is given by the white reg- 
 iments, but a loud, terrible yell of deflate » 
 and derision. It is the same menacing yell 
 that the white man has heard all through 
 the dark continent of Africa, wherever the 
 black man was engaged in battle. It was 
 heard on San Juan Hill and at El Caney, in 
 Cuba, when the black American troops 
 charged, and drove the Spaniards out of their 
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block-houses and trenches, and saved the 
 Rough Riders from total extermination. 
 
 What will the great civilized nations <>' 
 the earth think when they come to know that 
 the United States of America has nearly nine 
 millions of these loyal subjects, who have 
 lost every ounce of patriotism on account of 
 indignities and abuse that have been heaped 
 upon them for years? And can it be won 
 dered at that patriotism has long been dead 
 in their hearts? They are discriminate;! 
 against on every side. Let some Negro wh > 
 imagines that he is patriotic take a ride 
 through the South in the "Jim Crow" cars, 
 and it will knock the patriotism out of him 
 in a hurry. This is only one of the many 
 thousands of cases I could cite, but they are 
 too well known to discuss here. And in the 
 face of all this injustice the Negroes remain 
 loyal— not patriotic, but loyal. 
 
 But better times are coming for thi > 
 
 down-trodden race. Nature has taken hold, 
 
 and the dawn of a brighter day will soon be 
 
 breaking. "It is a long lane that has no 
 
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turning. " But Nature has traveled nearly 
 the whole length, and is fast approaching 
 the turning-point, and the race problem will 
 be settled before this Government is finally 
 •overthrown. 
 
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CONCLUSION. 
 
 The United States Government ought to 
 send all of these Boer and Filipino sympa- 
 thizers out of this country, without regard to 
 race, religion, social or political standing; 
 send them to the countries that they sympa- 
 thize with; send them as fast as they can 
 be rounded up and loaded on cattle-ships. 
 Begin with Pettigrew, Tillman, Atkinson, 
 Mason, and a host of others that this country 
 can spare. We will have that many the less 
 to contend with when war breaks out in this 
 country. Of course they won't fight them- 
 selves, but, like the cavalry bugler, they are 
 liable to sound the charge in which thou- 
 sands of men may lose their lives. So the 
 Government cannot get rid of .them any too 
 soon, as nothing but loyal citizens are needed 
 or wanted. " This country is at war with a 
 foreign race now^, and they are enough to con- 
 
 i W —59— 
 
tend with at present, and there is no room 
 here for traitors, agitators, or conspirator/. 
 Before I close this book, I wish to ask a 
 few pertinent questions of the different agi 
 tators and fault-finders in this country. In 
 the first place, we will suppose the civilize;! 
 world to be one large school, and all the dif- 
 ferent nations of the earth the pupils. Tht> 
 two Anglo-Saxon nations are the bullies of 
 the school, or, rather, they have never been 
 whipped in a fight with any of the other 
 pupils; consequently they are hated and 
 feared by all the other pupils, who, knowing 
 them to be related by blood, dare not attack 
 one for fear of having to fight them both. 
 Now it is a well-known fact that should the 
 bully of the school get into a fight with a 
 small but tough little boy, and fail to give 
 him a sound thrashing, then the buliy at 
 once becomes the laughing-stock of the 
 whole school; they don't even respect him, 
 much less fear him, and the bully, at once 
 becomes a "back number' and a "has been"; 
 the smaller boy in school will make faces at 
 
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him, and the bully must stand it, for all fear 
 of him has vanished; and if he strikes even 
 the smallest boy now, they will pile on him 
 and "knock thunder" out of him. These are 
 the exact conditions that confront the great 
 Anglo-Saxon nations to-day. They must 
 conquer the Boers and Filipinos or become 
 the laughing-stock of the world. 
 
 How would Mr. Pettigrew and the rest of 
 his advocates like to see their country a 
 laughing-stock for the rest of the world, and 
 barred out of some and discriminated against 
 in every commercial sea-port in the world, 
 and utterly unable to enforce a single de- 
 mand, for fear of a combined attack of all the 
 European powers? Talk about your large 
 standing armies! This Government would 
 have to keep an army of at least 3,000,000 
 men continually under arms, and a navy of 
 such magnitude as to be a continual menace 
 to consolidated Europe, as we would have to 
 be prepared to back up every demand we 
 made on allied Europe with a force superior 
 
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to any they could raise; for, once we lose our 
 prestige, nothing but force will go. 
 
 Has Mr. Pettigrew lost all his patriotism 
 and foresight, or is he going crazy? 
 
 The End. 
 
 Note.— This book has been withheld from publication for cer- 
 tain reasons; but, with the appearance of a certain female agitator in 
 this country, whose sole purpose is to stir up trouble, and in open 
 defiance of our neutrality laws, I considered it about time to sound the 
 warning. We have enough agitators of our own, without importing 
 any foreign ones. What we want in this country is peace and tran- 
 quillity—not war and strife. The Government should give the lady her 
 passports at once, by all means. 
 
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