To such a deep delight ’twould win me,

One poster on display in the Park Service’s visitors’ center, printed after women got the right to vote in 1920, reads: “Suffragette / You blow because you now can vote / With men at each election/ But should a strong wind come along / ’Twould blow off your complexion.”

“What is treason, Kit? A man is loyal to the place he loves. For me, the Dolphin there is my country. My father would give his life for the right to sail her when and where he pleases, and so would I. Anyway, ’twould do little good with a gale blowing to wait for orders from His Majesty in England.

Finally the black man said, looking at me from bloodshot eyes, “Now, young bahss, I mos’ feel like dat my own self, Timothy, but ’twould be of no particular use to do dat eh?”

He answered slowly, “I don’ like some white people my own self, but 'twould be outrageous if I didn’ like any o’ dem.”