Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1863-09-16
A gOnsoriptls Bpistlo to JEFF Davis,
tF.om the Por. Royal ~ soalh.1


THE following quaint epistle has been
furnished for publication by a member Of
the Mounted Rifles, who picked it up in
a deserted rebel camp on the ChOwan
river, about thirty miles from WintOn,
while out on a late scouting expedition.
The letter was addressed in this wise:
Read, if you want to, you thisying
sealp-hunter, whoever you are, aud for
ward, post paid, to the lord high chan
oellor Of the devils exchequer a. on
earth,
JEFF. DAVIS, Richmond, Va. .
HEADQUARTERS 'ScALP-HUNTERs,
CAMP CHowAN, N. c., July Ii.
ExcELIENeT DAvis:-With feelings
of undeysloped pleasure an afEectionate
.eonsoript inhusts this sheet Of eon6scs-
ted paper to the tender mereiss Of Con-
federate States mail carrier, addressed as
| it shall be, to yourself, o JEFF, Red Jack
ct Of the Gulf, and Chief Of the Six Ma
tions-more or less. He writes on the
stump Of a shiveTed monarch Of the for
est, with the pine trees Wailing round
him, and Endynon'p planet rising on
the air To you, o Gar Of all Chi7al-
~ and Khan of Cotton Tartary, he ap-
peals for the privilege Of seeking, on his
own hook, land less free-a home am
ong the hyenas Of the North. VIII you
not halt your brave COLUMNS, and stay
your gorgeous career" for a thin space?
and while an admiring world takes
brief gaze at your glorious and GOd-for-
saken cause, pen for the happy eonscript
furlough without end2 Do so, and.
mail it, if you please, and mail it to that
city the windy, wandering Wigfall didn's
winter in, ohalled for short, Philadel-
phia.
The Etesian winds sweeping down the.
defles of the Old Dominion, and over
the sWamps of Suffolk, come moaning
through the pines of the old State, ladsua
with the music, and sigh themselves away,
into sweet sounds Of silence to theefas. OF
South. Your happy eonseript WOHla go
to the far-away North whence ths wind
comes and leaves you.to reap thss REirl-
wind, with no one but your father, the
Devil, to rake and bind after you And
he's going.
It is with intense and multiiariously
proud satisfaction that he gazes forr the
last time upon our holy flag, that symbol
and sign of an adored trinity-eOttou,
niggers and chivalry. He still sees Il in
the little camp on the Chowap, tied 10
the peak of its palmetto pole, and Goat
ing out over our boundless Confederaey,
the reviled relic of ages gone, banner of
our king of few days and full Of trouble.
And that pole in its tapering upright
ness, testifying some of the grandest
beauties of our nationality; its peak
pointing hopefully toward the tropical
stars, and It's biggest end-run into the
ground. Relic and pole, good bye. 'Tis
best the eonseript goes; his claim to
chivalry has gone before him. Behind
he leaves the legitimate ehivalry Of this
unbounded nation eentered in the ille-
gitimate son of a Kentucky horse thief.
But few words, illustriOus President,
and lie is dOne-done gone.
Elevated by their suffering and suf-
frages to the highest Office IN the gift of
great and exceeding free people, you
have held your. position without change
of base, or purpose Of any sort, through
weary menths Of war, and want, and woe;
and though every conseript would unite
with the thousands of loyal and true men
in the South in grand old grief at your
downfall, so too will they sink under the
calamity of an exquisite JOY when you
shall have reached that eminent merid-
ian whence all progress is perpeadieu-
lar.
And now, bastard President of a po-
litical abortion, farewell.
" "Sealp-hunters, relic, pole, and chiv-
alrous eonfederates in crime, good bye.
Except in the army of the Union, you
will not again see the conscript,
NORMAN HAROLD,
Of Ashe county, n. G..