Fremont journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County [Ohio]) 1853-1866, 1863-08-21
Fremont journal.


A Couacrips,a EspIetlo 90 jeff. Davie.
Tha followinp uuaiiit epistlo has been fur
nishod for publication BY a member otthe NOM,
ted Rifles, who picked it up in deserted rebel
camp on the Ohowan River, about thirty miles
from Winton, while out on scouting expedition
last spring.
The letter was addressedin this wise:
aRead, IL you want 10, you theving Scalp
Huntar,' whoever you are, and forward, post
paid, 10 the Lord High Chancellor Of the Devils
Exchequer (i) on eartb'
aJETF. DAVIS Richmond, Va"
Headquarters "Scalp Hunters
Camp Chowan, N. O., Jan. IL.
Ercellency Davis:
Itis with feeling Of undeveloped pleasure that
an affectonate conscript entrusts this sheet oil
confiscated paper to the tender mercies OF a Con-
federate States mail carrier addressed rs 1t shall
be, to yourself o JEFF, Red Jacket Of the Gulf,
and Chief ofthe six Nations-more or less. He
writes on the stump Of shivered monarch Of the
forest, with tho "pine trees wailing around him
and "Endymions planet rising on the air. To
you, o Gar of all Chivalry and Khan of all Cot
ton Tartary, he appeals for the privilege Of seek
ing on his own hook, land less free-a home
among the hyenas of the North. Wilyou not
halt your sbrsve columns" aud stay your gor-
geous career for thin space2-and while an ad-
miring world takes briefgaze at your glorious
and Collaboration cause, pen for the happy con.
script a furlough without endG Do so, and mail
it, ifyou please, to that city the windy, wander
ing Wigfall didn't winter in, called for shor
Philadelphia.
The Etesian winds sweeping down the defle
OF the Old Dominion, and over the swamps o
Suffolk, come moaning through the pines of th'
Old State laden with music, and sigh themselve
away into sweet sounds of silence to the far of
South. Your happy conscript would go to th'
far away North whence the wind comes, ant
leave you 10 reap the whirlwind, with no on,
but your father, the Devil, to rake and bind at
ter you. And he's going.
II is with intense and multifarious proud sat
isfaction that he gazes for the last time upon ou
holy fag-that symbol and sign of au adorec
trinity--cotton, niggers and chivalry. lie stil
sees it in the little camp on the Chowan, tieC
to the peak of its Palmetto POLE and floating ov'
or our boundless Confederacy, the revived relic
Of ages gone banner of our king of few days and
full of trouble And that pole in its tapering
uprlghtness testifying some of the grandest beau
ties of our nationality; its peak pointing hope
fully towards the tropical stars, and its biggest
end run into the ground. Relic and pole good
bye. 'Tis best the conscript goes; his claim tc
chivalry has gone before him. Behind he leaves
the legitimate chivalry of this unbounded ma
ton centered in the illegitimate son of Ken
lucky horse thief.
But few more words nlustrious President
and he is done-done gone.
Elevated by their sufferings and suffrages t.
the highest Office in the gift Of great and ex
ceeding free people, you have held your position
without change Of base, or purpose Of any sort
through weary months Of war, and want an'
woe; and though every conscript would unit
with the thousands of LOYAL and true men of tn
South in grand old grief at your downfall, 8,
too will they sink under the calamity of al
exquisite Joy when you shall have reached tn,
eminent meridian whence llprogress is perpen
dcular. IFs
And now, bastard President of political abor.
tion, farewell.
"Scalp, hunter" relic, pole and chivalrous con
federates in crime good bye. Except it be in
the army ofthe Union, you will not again see the
conscript Norm. HAROLD,
Of Ashe Co., N. @.