The Bedford gazette. [volume] (Bedford, Pa.) 1805-current, 1862-09-26
BEDFORD, Pa, FRIDAY MORNING. SEPTEMBER 49, 1862.
avail" ses l. '.Kernel, the reason is jest this

men made the Union, but God made savery
and tell you, 'ses !, ''Kernel, when you under
take to butt agin that, you butt agin big sub
ject." Ses /, Saint every body been fghtin
for the last thirty years, and haven't they all
cum off second best, while niger slavery has
been GROWN and expandin' in spite of 'emY
God made the nigger to sarye and obey the
white man, and until he's altered and made an
uther being, you can't make him anything but
. sarvent. These fellers, like that white era
waited chap, who was jest here, and who en-
ploy their time in sendin flannel shirts and tooth
picks to the wild niger in Afriky, don't know
nothin' more about niggers than they do bout
the interior OF the arth. You might presarve
all the brains they've got in drop of brandy,
and they would have as much sea room as
tadpole in Lake Superior
"Wal," ses Linkin, ses he, 'sMajer, let's drop
the niger jest now, as want to ask you wheth-
er you think the rebils kin take Washington"
"Wal, ses |, ''Kernel, that depends on the
strutegy again. Eff you keep Ginnerals in the
field who don't pay any attention to Zines Of re-
trete,' afore you know it, Kernel, that feller
with Stonewall in his name, will be around on
the North of the white House, and I'm afeerd
my Zine of retrete' to Downingville will be cut
off," '.Thafs SO, Majer, and my retrete to
Springfield may be "a hard road to travel" When
Linkn made this remark, he looked eneasy.
didn't know what to say, SO l did jest what
alters did in that case, Iwhistled! Ses Linkin,
ses he, ''AlaJer, are you whisthn to keep your
courage up!" Ses |, ''No, ''Kernel, amt a.
feerd a mite, but, ses l, '.I'm in what old Dea-
con Doolittle calls quandary." Ses he, ''whats
your quandary2" ''Wal," ses |, 81 was think
in what l would do, if the rebels should take
Wallsington"
The Kernel didn't say nothin for about min
ate. He looked very serious and finally, ses
he, "Majer, we're in tight place, an there is
no use denyin it, but it don't do any good to get
into fits Of Mysteries about it." EYES," ses l,
s,Kernel, but it makes me feel solemn to see this
Old Ship of State knockin around an may be,
jest reddy to sink" "Wal, Maer,' ses the
Kernil; ''that remark reminds me of a story.
A good many years ago there was an old feler,
a free an easy chap, around a steamboat on the
Missippi river, and he was CRATE fiddler.
He had nothin to do, an >ginnerally went up
and down the river On a boat spendin his time
N fddlin an tellin stories. One day the boat
strsIek d snag, an was fast lilieH with water.
The old feller was in the cabin sawin away on
his fiddle when the boat struck, but he paid no
attenshun to it, but kept rite on tiddlin Final
ly, one Of the passengers came in an told him
that the Captain warn't tryin to save the boat
as he ought, an that she would be lost in ten
minutes. 'Wal,' ses the old teler, she's been
a losing concarn for five years. and he kept on
fiddlin. Pretty soon another passenger rushed
in, and screamed out, She's settlin very fast
Il wish she'd settle with ME before she goes down.
an still he kept on fiddlin. The next that was
seen of him he was swimmn ashore, with the
fiddle under his arm anu the bow in his mouth
Now, Majer, if they take Washington, ahd the
ship sinks, tccH seim asho,er'
''Yes," ses '.Kernel, and l suppose you will
take the nigger with you, jest as that old feller
did the fiddle, for the niger has been the fiddle
your party has played on!'
The Kernel didn't seem to like this application
of his story, but didn't say word. felt very
solemn, for couldn't help feelin eenamost like
cryin when L thought how thissgrate nashin
might all be shipwreeked afore we knew it, by
q set of fellers who have been taken up so with
the niger as to let the country go to destruc-
ton.
/ went to bed that mite with heavy hart,
and he'd a terribul attack of bilyusness, which
had to take nigh onto gallon of elder bark
tea to cure. Sence then, Pve been better, and
if God spares my life I'll keep you posted about
our nashinal affairs as long as there is nashin.
Yourn, till deth,
MAJER JACK DOWNING.