The Shasta courier., 1864-09-03

clothes were so clean they seemed new, and
the blue cloth was verv fne The women
thought his beard was SO funny, for it was onlv
a little bunch around his mouth They could
not keep their eyes off the bright. round lit
tie buttons On his blue vest, and his shinino
patent leather sword belt His hair was eur
so as to make him look almost as smart as
General Logan. His father was proud: he
knew his boy was handsome and smart. but
he had returned hands0mer and smarter than
he expected. After the first few words Su.
san said little, for sic began to hurry the
snpper, but one could see by the glimmer of
her eyes, under their lashes. that she had
pleasant thoughts.
Then they had Il good suppef. 1t should
have been good, for they had been preparing
victnals tor several days. Everything on the
table, and around the house, looked as though
they had wedding 1t was very nearly
j wedding.
As soon as supper was over, the old man
commenced. He spoke of the wickedness of
the war, of high taxes, of the overthrow of
the Constitution and the ruin of the country.
and concluded by saying we ought to let the
South go. Susan and the women tried to get
him to talk of something else, while Andy in
terrupted and tried to explain; but he would
listen TO nothing. and talked till he had MOTH
| ing more to say. He made out a terrible
case. Then Andy said:
g see how this business is, dad. Some of
them lawyers up to the county seat have
been learning you these things. And now
let me tell you, though they sound mighty
big thar's scarcely word of truth in 'em
from one end to the other.n
Whats this, what's this?' said the
| Squire. DO you mean to call your father
liar? Say sir, am | liar? Am | a liar !?
Andy's bunch of beard began to work in
a curious way, and he waited little before
he spoke.
Who talks about liars but yourself? !?
Shan't tell you what the army would say
if you talked like that among them? Ill
tell you. They'd say you was d-d trail
tor; and if you didn't happen to have first
best friend by you, they d string you up And
I'll tell you, too, we think heap more of
an outand out rebel than we do of the traitors
at home, who, when we strike the rebels
lick. help them to strike us back"
. You git out of my house. If YOU are nv
own son you shan't insult me in it. I've
done with you-you shan't have none of my
property-not a bit-out of my honse-Pll
have nothing to do with you ~
That suits me if it does you. Susan.
pick up what things you want now, and leave
the rest for another time. Well go to Bob
Reynolds. He's good Union man. Your
dad a copper. know. You'll hear diff
ferent story one of theae days, dad, mind, l
| tell you"
You may go to the devil for all kere"
| Andy buckied on his sword and stood wait
ing for Susan. She was running around
taking care of her things her sisters in law
were helping her while Mrs Clifford tried
to soothe her hus and lie would listen to
nothing; his son had turned cut to be Yam
kee niger, and it must be he wanted a Mig
ger wench-he wouldn't speak to him, and
he never wanted 10 see him again.
The house, lately SO joyful, had become
house of mourning, All the women cried
and the baby seeing something was wrong
cried louder than nybody else AT last Su-
san was ready, and crying, she left the house
with Andy; and they went away through
the lane. In addition to this trouble, Susan
| had another, which was on account of piece
she had just got in the loom, and she had
thrown the shuttle only few times tG see how
1t would look. Her father had planted a
patch of cotton for her and .p!owed it, and
she had hoed, picked, got it ginned, and spent
almost all Winter, in spinning and coloring.
She was going to have piece of check for
what would become of it. Perhaps the old
man would cut it out of the loom.
| They had gone quite distance, when Mrs.
Clifford came into the porch and called her.
9 Susan, you forgot your pocket handker-
| chief"
She went back, while Andy waited. She
was gone long time. Once she came out.
lingering, then hastily went back. At last
Sh n rop nd Loo.
SAID his father wanted.to speak with him. He
turned. rather reluctantly and found his IA.
ther filling his pipe by the fireplace II
want to ak YOU one question. Andy. Answer
me now, fair. Sayin' nothin' about them
Northern chaps. amt it shame to US as
comes from the South, to be a fghtn' and
KILN our kind o folks, and some on 'em
our own kim"
:. don't want no dispute and trouble with
you, dad, but can answer that mighty sud
den. 1t is a shame-but the shame is their n
not our'n. It's they that's fighting US. We
didn't strike the first lick. We didn't want
no war. but they did, and the've tried to break
up the Cover ment. When they want peace,
and to have things as they had 'em afore, ex-
ceptone little thing as has gone up, all tbey've
got to do is TO say it. But if they've idy
they can make two COVER 'ments of one, that
belongs TO Dotn on Us. tley We got bl1Cer
Job on hand than they'd a idy form fact |
the thing can't be did. I'll tell you what all
John Logan's men and the rest of the sogers |
say: we say. we'll sweep 'em from the face |
of the arth afore we'll give up TO 'em. And
we can do it,
.That's dreadful hard talk. Andy. bnt
there seems something in what you said about
the fust lick | hadn't thought o that.
say, Andy, you amt goin to desert your
old father kase he got riled and spoke kinder
sharp. Let's argyfy this business-Tve got
the handsomest clover lot you ever seed, and
the primest wheat you ever set ewes on.
want you to look at 'em. You shant 60
what talk it'll make. Well argufv and
keep cool.
So things quieted down. The women were
happy as crckets, and Andy went through
the story of the fights he had been in at Bel
mont. at Fort Henry, and Fort Donelson.
where.L logan was wounded. at Shiloah. at the
Big Black and Champion Hill, and finallya at
yicksburg. But even then he was not done.
There was not time that evening to tell all.
In listening, the squire was so proud of his
son and of the success of the Northern army.
that he almost forgot he was Peace Demo-
crat.
Next morning before they started. Susan
had to show her husband her piece, and how
she could weave. He left her weaving with