human
I little thought, he heard an old negro merchant say to a neighbour--
gpt
I little thought ever to see an Ouverture planting cannon against his own colour.
human
Nor do you see it now, friend, said Moyse.
gpt
The insurgents in the plain are of all colours--almost as many whites as blacks are discontented with the Commissary, and--
human
Turn your guns upon the Commissary, then, young soldier!
gpt
There is no need, friend. We shall be rid of the Commissary by an easier method; and these guns will be wheeled home, as harmless as they came. My belief is that not a drop of negro blood will be shed; and to that end do we plant our cannon. If we tranquillise the whites of the town, and empty Government-house of the French, the negroes of the plain will find none but friends when they arrive.
human
Oh, ay! That is your policy, is it?
gpt
That is L'Ouverture's policy. Tell it everywhere. He is the best friend of the blacks who best makes it known.