The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1856-06-16
o. The Journal published the other day

an extract from the Evansville journal con-
tanning garbled report of thesrecent speech
of the Hon, Archie Dixon, at Henderson, and
any amount of abuse of that distinguished
Kentuckian. As the people of this State
know nothing of the standing and position of
this Evansville paper which the Journal
quotes against the native-born Kentuckians
with such gusto, we propose to enlighten them
somewhat, in that particular respect. The
editor Of that paper, in physical point of
view, is composed of some three different ell
ements, about equally divided between the
monkey, the dog and the serpent. His in
stincts and habits are those, however of the
backyard, and his politics are Abolition all
over Lou. Dem.
The above was written for the Democrat
during the absence Of Mr.. Harvey and as we
have every right to presume by Mr.. Hughes.
We have no reply to make to such language.
If the language itself did not preclude a re-
ply, the character of its author would save
him from the notice of any man possessing Or
binary self respect. To prove this, we re-pub-
fish an article from the Louisville Journal
of last September giving the reasons why the
Junior editor of the Democrat could not at
tend Ex-Gov. PowelPs dinner The charges
in this were rot denied by "dung- hill Hughes"
much less resented
He went badly intoxicated to Batmen's liv-
cry stable in the afternoon and ordered his
horse and buggy, the same horse and buggy
that had made such capital time in bearing
him from our office. The gentleman at the
stable hoping an airing would sober him, let
him take ride, but he returned after while
a great deal drunken for the trip. Soon after
dark, then about half-past seven, Mr.. c.,
highly respectable gentleman reported to be
leading Know Nothing, was passing the stable
when one of the men in it, well-known citi-
zen, said to him, there is friend of yours
out in the back yard" "Who is it 2" said
Mr.. C. "Suppose you go look at him, was
the reply. Mr.. c.. walked back and there,
right on huge pile of green horse manure,
stretched out like dead dog or a mass of car
rion, lay the miserable junior. Defiled from
head to foot with about equal mixture of
the horse manure and his own, rel and
bloated face so covered with yomit as to re-
semble half done beeEsteak smothered in
scrambled eggs, he lay so motionless that Mr..
c., fearing he was dead, put his ear, in spite
of the confederation Of stenches and stinks,
close down to his mouth to hear if he was
breathing. Hearing low faint breath, evil
IDENTIFY almost the last, he called to one of the
gentlemen to know why they did not remove
the wretched creature to some other place
Mr. NJ, the gentleman appealed to, replied
that the fellow had been drinking so long that
they had lost all manner of sympathy for
him. But, " said Mr.. c., she must be re-
moved else he will never wake the ammo
MIA, exhaled from the horse manure, will kill
him in less than two hours he is nearly dead
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task of removing the foul mass of odure and
beastliness was affected and the thing was
laid in a little recess of the stable used as
sleeping niche for the negroes of the concern.
Word was sent to the Democrat office that
the thing was there, and that it must be taken
away, but the Democrat office returned word
that it must remain till it got sober Mr.. C. |
passed by again two hours afterwards, and |
holding his nose, peeped in, and there the thing
still lay as unconscious as at first, and very
likely it lies there yet. We presume its arti-
Gle in yesterdays Democrat is something that
it threw up, vomited, disgorged, while lying
in the back yard But, whatever it may for
get hereafter, 1T ought at least bear in mind
that its life was saved last Saturday night by
a member Of the American rty, one of the
terrible Order of Know No ngs, and never
again speak of the Order except with graft
its life. it reprieve from the Devil, has been
secured twice in one little month by "secret,
Oath-bound societies FIRST by the Masons in
a Know Nothing peril, and secondly by the
Know Nothings in horse dung peril, and de
vote the rest of its existence to the eu.ogy of
" secret, oath bound societies. %
If any of our fellow-citizens think that we
have misrepresented or in the slightest degree
exaggerated the affair of Saturday night Zone
of many,) let them inquire either of Mr. c.,
or of Mr.. III. and Mr.. b. at the livery stable.
And be it remembered, the fellow, Of whose
condition we have spoken, is the mail agent of
the U. S. Government for the city of Louis
vile, the parsonage employed at high salary
by the Postmaster General to superintend the
transportation of letters and papers from this
point in all directions How long, oh Mr..
Postmaster General, will you abuse our pa
tience