SOUTH. "Don't you dar to talk to me, Sir!' NORTH. "Oh! yeou be derned !"
NORTH. " Lookee here, SOUTH, I'm gittin' rayther cold." SOUTH. "Well, NORTH, can't say I'm cold, but am bloody hungry. Now—you want my Cotton." NORTH. "No, dern yeou, you want my Corn ! Yeou—acknowledge the Corn—" SOUTH. " No ; you Cotton to me." THEY COMPROMISE
HARPER'S WEEKLY. FEBRUARY 9, 1861, page 96 (source: Son of the South)
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