The Portland daily press., 1864-12-12
MISCELLANY.
A oonsoript's EpistIe to JEFF. Davis.


The following quaint epistle has been fur
nished for publication by member Of the
Mounted Rifles, who picked it up in deserted
rebel camp on the Chowan river, about thirty
miles from Winton, while out on scouting
expedition last spring. The letter was ad.
dressed In this wise: E1 8v~ 1870 "a
"Read, If you want to, you thieving scalp
hunter, whoever you are, and forward, post
paid, TO the lord high chancellor OF the devils
exchequer t?1 on earth.
JEFF DAVIS, Richmond, Va.
HEADQUARTERS 'toCAIP HUNTERS"
CAMP CHowAN, N. c., Jan. IL.
Ercellency DGuts:
lie is with feelings of undeveloped pleas
ure that an affectionate conscript entrusts this
sheet OF condscated paper to the tender mer-
ciss of Confederate States niail-carrier, ad-
dressed, as 1t shall be, to yourself, o JEFF, Red
Jacket OF the Gulf and Chief of the Six Ma
tions--more or less. He writes on the trunk
OF a shivered monarch of the forest. with the
pine trees waiing round him. and sEadymi-
ons planet rising IN the air. To you. o Gar
OF All Chivalry, Khan Of Cotton Farsarvs he
appeals 10. 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 ca
reer for thin spaces and while an admiring
world takes brief gaze at your glorious anu
Goa iorsaken cause, pen for the nappy con
script turlough without end. 10 SO, ana
mali It, If you please, to that city the WINDY,
wandering Wigfail didn't winter In, called,
for short, Philadelphia
The Etesian winds sweeping down the de-
files d the Old Dominion and over the swamps
OF Suffolk. come moaning through the pines
of the Old State laden with music, and sigh
themselves away into sweet sounds of silence
to the tar of South. Your happy conscript
would go to the far away North whence the
wind comes, and leave you to reap the whlr
wind, with no one but your father. the Devil,
to rake and bind after you And he is GO
ing. WkMgTH
A. is with intense and simultaneously proud
satisfaction that he gazes for the last time up
on our holy aag-that symbol and sign OF an
adored Multiplication. niggers and chivalry.
He still sees it in the camp on the Chowan,
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 aud full OF trouble. And
that pole in its tapering uprightness testif in 2
some of the grandest beauties of our nation
ality; its peak pointing hopefully towards the
tropical stars, and its biggest end-run into
the ground, Relic and pole, good bye. IT'S
Desb INC eOnscflpt goes RtS claim 10 chlVdlry
has gone before him. Behind he leaves the
legitimate chiyalry Of this unbounded natir
centred in the illegitimate son of KentucBy
hofse-thief. ss SID
But few more words, illnstrious Presi-
dent, and he is done-done gone.
Elevated by their sufferings and SURFACES to
the highest Office in the gift Of great and
exceeding tree people, you have held your POI
sition without a 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 thousands of loyal and
true men in the South in q 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 political
abortion, farewell. Ahas ~ A-1"
'Scalp-hunters,' relic, pole and chivalrons
Confederates in crime, good bye. Except it
be 10 the army Of the Union, you will not
again see The conseript U 95D k0J
NORM HAROLD,
s. 8&AsN AOf Ashe eounty, N. G."