The weekly north Iowa times. [volume] (McGregor, Iowa) 1857-1867, 1863-11-11
IRON the American soldier.l

A Consertpt's Epistle TO Jen' Davis.
The following quaint epistle has beer
furnished for publication by member o
the Mounted Rifles, who picked it up in I
deserted rebel camp on the Chowan River
about thirty miles from Winton, while ou
on scouting expedition last spring.
The letter was headed in this wisc:-
scalp Hunter, whoever Jou are, and for
ward, post paid, to the Lord High Chan
cello, Of the DEVILS Exchequer (s) on Garth
--JErF. DAVIS, Richmond, Va.
Headquarters "Scalp Hunters"
Camp Chuwan, N. c., Jan. IL.
Ercellency Darts:
It's with feelings Of undeveloped pleas
ure that an affectionate conscript entrusts
this sheet of confiscated paper to the tender
mercieS Of Confederate States mail car
rier, addressed, as it shall be, to himself.
o jeff, Red Jacket Of the Gulf, and Chief
of the Six Nations--mOre or less. He
writes on the stump Of shivered monarch,
of the forest, with the "pinc trees wailing
around him" and "Endymion's planet
rising in the air." To you, O Car of all
Chivalry and Khan Of all Cotton Tartary,
he appeals for the privilege of seeking, on
his own hook, a land, less free--a home
among the hyenas Of the North. Will
you not halt your "brave columns" and
stay your gorgerous career for thin space?
and while an admiring world takes q
brief gaze at our glorious and God -forsaken
cause, pen for the happy conscript fur.
Tough without end? 30 so, and mail it,
If you please, to that city the windy. wan
dering, Wigfall didn't winter in, called f r
short Philadelphia.
The Etesian winds sweeping down the
dsfiles Of the Old Dominion, and over the
swamps Of Suffolk, come moaning through
tho pines of the Old State laden with
music, and sigh themselves away into sweet
sounds Of silence Of the far-cff South.
Your happy conscript would 90 to the far
away North whence the wind comes, and
leave you to reap the whirlwind, with no
one but your father, the devil, to rake and
bind after you. And he's going.
It is with intense and multif.rious proud
satisfaction that the gazcs for the last time
upon our loyal fag-that symbol and sign
Of IN adorsd trinity-cotton, niggers and
chivalry. He still sees it in the little camp
on the Chowan, tied to the peak of its
Palmetto pole, and floating over our bound
less Confederacy, the revived relic of ages
gone, banner Of our king of few days
and full of trouble. And that pole in its
tiapering uprightness testifying some of
the grandest beauties of our nationality
its peak pointing hopefully towards the
tropical star, and its biggest end ran into
the ground. Relic and pole, good bye.
IT'S best the conscript goes, his claim to
chivalry has gone before him. Behind he
leaves the legitimate chival,y Of this un.
bounded nation centered in the ilegitimate
son of Kentucky horse thief.
Elevated by their suffering and sufirages
TO the highest Office in the git of a great
and exceeding free people, you have held
your position without change of base, or
purpose Of any sort, through weary months
OF war, and want and woe; and though
every conscript would unite with the thous-
ands of loyal and true men of the South in
grand old grief at your downfall; so too
will they sink under the calamity of an ex
quisite joy when you shall have reached the
eminent meridian whence all progress is
perpendicular.
And now, bastard President Of politi
cal abortion, farewell
Butts few more words, illustrious Prcsi.
dent, and lie is done--done again
"Scalp hunter relic, pole and chivalrous
Confederates in crime, good bye. Except
it be in the army Of the Union, you will
not again see the conscripi.
NORM. HAROLD, OF Ashe Co. N. G..