Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1863-09-24
HEADQUARTERS "SCALP HUNTERs,'9
Camp ChoWan. \. c.. July IL.


-E1celleacy Daois With feelings of unde-
veloped pleasure, an affectionate conscript
entrusts this sheet of confscated paper to the
tender mercies of Confederate States mail
carrier, addressed, as it shall be, to Yourself
Q jeff, Red Jacket of the Gulf, and Chief of
the Six Nations-more or less. He writes on
the stump of a shivered monarch of the forest
with the "pine trees wailing round him." and
Endymion's planet rising on the air." To
you, . Gar Of all Chivalry and Khan of Cot
ton Iartary, he appeals for the privilege of
seeking, on his own hook, land less free-a
home among the hyenas of the North. Will
you not halt your :" brave columns" and STAY
your gorgeous career for thin space ?-and
while an admiring world takes a brief gaze
at your glorious and God-forsaken cause, pen
for the happy conscript a furlough without
end? DO so, and mail it, if you please, to
that city the windy, wandering Wigfall didn't
winter in-called for short, Philadelphia
The Eteslan winds sweeping down the de-
files OF the Old Dominion, and DER the swamps
OF Suffolk, come moaning through the pines
OF the old State, laden with the music, and
sigh themselves away into sweet sounds of
silence to the far-otf South. Your happy
conscript would go 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
1t is with intense and simultaneously proud
satisfaction that he gazes for the last time
upon our holy flag, that symbol and sign of an
| adored trinity-cotton, niggers and chivalry.
He still sees it in the little camp on the Chow
an, tied to the peak of its palmetto pole, and
floating out over 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 uprightness testifying
| some OF the grandest beauties of our nation
allty Its peak pointing hopefully toward the
the tropical stars and its biggest end-run in
TO- to the ground. Relic and pole, good bye,
lis best the cOnscript goes; his claim to
chlvalry has gone before him. Behind he
leaves the legitimate chivalry of this unbound
ed nation conferred in the illegitimate son of a
Kentucky horse-thief
But few more words, illustrious President,
and he is done-done gone.
Elevated by their sufferings and suffrages
to the highest Office in the gift 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 con-
script would unite with the thousands of loyal
and true men in the South in a 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 meridian
whence all progress is perpendicular
And now, bastard President, of a political
abortion, farewell.
Scalp hunters relic, pole, and chivalrous
eontederates IN crime, goodbye. Except it
be IN the army of the Union, you will not
again see the cOnscript,
NORMAN HAROLD,
of Ashe County, n. c.