Litchfield enquirer., 1864-03-03

A CoEscRrpr's EPlsTLs TO JEFF. DAvIs.- Tho following quaiRs epistls has been furnisA, ed for publication by 6 msmhss of the Moun- ted Rifles. who picked i: up ia a deserted rsb, el camp on the Chowan rives, about thirty miles tron Wiaton. while sus On . scouting expedition last spring.
 The letter vas addressed in tAs wise:
 Read, if you want to, you tAievnR scalp hunters, whoever you are, &Dd forward post uald to, to the lord high chan celsr ol ihe dsv. ills exchsquor Q on earth.
 Jeff. Davis, Richmond, Vs.
 HEADQUARTERS "SoALr aUNTERs,"l
 CAMP CEowAN, N. C., Jan.l Exeellency Davis:
 With feelings of undeveloped pleasure that sn afectionate eonscript intrusts this sheet of con6scated paper to the tender mercies of Q Confederate States mail carrier, addressed O, 1t shall be, to yourself, o Jeff Red Jacket Of tue Gulf, and Chief of the Six Nasious-more or less. us writes en the trunk of u shiyered monarch of the forest, with the pine trees walling round him, and Eudymioa's planet rising on the air" To you, Q Czar of all Chivalry asd Khan of Cottaa Tartary he ap- pes,ls fer the privilege of seeking on his own hook, 6 land less tres-a home among the hye- mas of the north. Will you not Lat your "brave colums,' and stay your gorgeous car eer for thin space H-ana while an admiriug world takes d brief gaze ut your glorious and God-torsaken cause, pen for the happy conscript fnrlough without end ? Do so aud mail it, if you please, to that city the windy, wander lns Nlgfail didn't winter in, called for short Philadelphia.
 Ths etesan winds sweeping down the de- files of the Old Dominion, and over the swamps of the Suffolk come moaning the pines of the old State laden with the music, and sigh themselves away iuto sweet silence to the f.r off South. Your happy conscript would go away to the farrell North whence the wind comes, and leave you to reap the whirIwnd, with no one but your father, the Devil, to rake and bind after you And he's going.
 It is with intense and multifariously proud satisfaction that he gazes for tn, last time up- on our holy Sag, that symbol of an adorned trinity-cotton, niggers aud chivalry. He still seas if in the little camp at Chowan, tied to the peak of hs palmetto pole, and floating over our boundlcss Confederacy, the revived relics of ages gone. banner of our king of few days and full of trouble. And that pole in it's 'oPo'ibH uPAlShUuVse lpoIllTluS SUluC OI Lu0 grand beauties of our nationality it's peak pointing hopefully towards the tropical stars, and its biggest end run into the ground. Relic and pole, goodbye. 'Iis best the conscrpt goes his claim to chivalry has gone before him. Behind he leaves the legitimate ehivalry of this unbounded nation centered in the ills. gtimate son of a Kentucky horsethief.
 But q few words more illustrious President, and hs is tlone-dOns. s
 Elevated by thdir sufferings and their sui frages to tie highest office In the gift ofa great and exceeding free people, you have held your position without change of base, or par pose of any ssrt through weary months of war, and want and woe and though every con script wouil uuila with the thousands of loyal and true. men at tie 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 meridian whence all progress is pependicuar.
 And now, bastard President of political abortion farewell.
 " Scalp hunters" rels, pole. and ehvarous eonfederates in crime igo d bye. Except it be in the army of the Union, you will not again see the conscrIpt.
 NORM HAROLD,
 Of Ashe Co, N. c,