The weekly Butte record., 1861-06-22
They Call Me a Traitor Now!

Meuipnis. L i've, SAID he, " IN MISSISSIPPI
where they won't let that flag be raised, but
love that flag: l bore it through the Tndial
wars, and at New Orleans, under Genera
Jackson. I am sixty-nine years of age. wa
born and raised in this State. Ny father, al
old Revolutionary soldier, was one of the ear
liest settlers. My country has been very goot
to me, and gave me land love, My countr,
love. love Tennessee | am sorry l lef
her. | want to live where that flag waves.
don't like the people of Mississippi; they cal
me a traitor. notc ~
| have borne that flag in early years
To conquer a savage foe,
Whose ravaging deeds on our then frontier
Brought terror, death and woe
And how we suffered mid toll and pain,
'Tis history will tell you how,
Yet those whose peace those wars did gain
Can call me traitor now
bore that flag in New Orleans
Which city's doom was thought
Beyond the power of patriot means
Ere the glorious Eighth was fought;
But when I saw the stripes and stars
The British lion bow,
little thought in my grateful prayers,
To be called traitor now
No pelican flag was heard of then
No moons lone star was found;
No palmetto bush, with its shaggy stem,
And the serpent coiled around;
But the stars and stripes alone remained,
And pray can you tell me how
That he, who bore that flag unstaned
Can be called traitor now?
Oh, had remained in my native State,
Where my chieftain's grave is made;
Or had been doomed to a similar fate,
And my bones near his been laid
Or had he been spared for his country's good,
am sure he'd not allow
Those friends who in arms by him had stood
Should be branded as traitors now.
But why, in my age, am thus assaled!
To my name why apply this stain
Have to my country ever failed,
Or to society proved bane?
No no such charge or kindred crime
Can be stamped on my furrowed brow;
But because rebellion must decline,
They call me a traitor now
But yet, in my heart, I can't despair
My country so free and pure,
Whose tolls and triumps l helped to share,
For ages will yet endure.
When modmen ceora ond coIp, raoct
And reason their minds endow,
They'll then these cruel words retract
That make me traitor now.
-E>SA--s<
A REGIMENT AS Is-Alderman Billy Wilson
If New York, has raised a regiment for the
var, under Lincoln's CALL The personnel of
he men is thus given in letter to the Times
No man that has not committed felony
oeen in the State Prison, or done some deed
worthy Of it, will be taken Wilson says that
With the exception of Mayor Wood, when his
;rowd leaves, there will not be pick pocket
n the city. He will give any man $500 who
will find one. A gentleman went in to see
hem drill, and was so well pleased with them
hat he put his hand in his pocket to present
he Colonel with contribution for them, but
discovered that he was minus his pocket book
md some couple of hundred dollars but the
Colonel, pointing to another corner of the
oom, told him it made no difference whatever;
hat the boys were dividing it out among
themselves over there. Each of them carried
With him knife, between dirk and Bowie,
he blade seven inches long, slung-shot, two
evolvers and rifle
1t has been suggested that carpet-bag be
ldded to each mans equipment, and that when
hey reach Baltimore the regiment be disband-
d. In such case, if they do not steal the city
md carry it off bodily, there will be great
mistake somewhere.
DESCRIPTIVE, VERY A Western paper
hus eloquently describes recent snow storm:
1t was none of your dainty efforts, feathering
lown in large fakes on the lift Of south wind,
% disappear in an hour or two nor was it a
hort-lived squall, blowing great guns for q
eason and then subsiding into low, murmur-
ng trill, like spanked baby when its fit of
passion is over and it sinks to rest Our storm
vas something that deserved the name of a
storm. The great northwest seemed to rally
III its strength to see what it could accomplish
It summoned all the winds of the armament to
is aid, and far off, over the SUBMITS of the re-
sounding hills, we could hear it trumpeting
out the signal for the whole artillery of Win
er to muster its Chimborazean forces for a
march. Under the steady tramp of these icy
egions the rocking pines Of the forest roar
ID" and the fast-anchored hills that grid our
Talley on every side seemed just about to break
rom their rocky mooriDgs and fly of, spinning
through the frigid skies, like witch upon her
broom, in the stormy nights of old !"
PATIENCE is oftentimes courage in repose
md be is the greatest hero who can suffer
most silently. Calm endurance is better than
lot daring for the former is spiritual and
human, whilst the latter is merely physical,
md is shared with inferior animals Regulus
md Arnold Won Winkleried were nober than
wen Scipio and Tell Selfcontrol may exist
without enthusiastic excitement, but the "An-
5el of martyrdom is brother to the angel Of