Clarksville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1865-1867, 1865-09-29

man, sortin and shuTe. I've had my
breeches died blue, and I've bot biGe
bucket, and / very often feel blue, and
about twice In q while Il 20 10 the dogI,ery
and git blue, and then look up at the
btHe scrulean heavens and sing the me m.
choly chorus OF the BiRe-tailed Fly. I'm
doing my durndest TO harmonize, and
think l could succeed IL IL wasent for um
things. Whom sec black-guard going
around the streets with gun on his shcul.
der, why right then, fos few minptel
hate the whole Yanky nation. Jeruaal i'm,
how my blood biles. The institution " lat
was handed down 10 us by the hoavc ,ly
kingdom Of Massachusetts nov put over US
with powder and ball Harmonize he
devil Amt VIC human beings2 Ain't
We got eyes and ears and feelin and thit k.
in2 Why the whole Of Afriky has oolae
10 town, women and children and bsb les
and baboons and all. A man can tell hyw
fur II Is TO the city by the smell better
than the mile-post. They won't work Tor
us, and they won't work for themselves,
and they'll perish 10 death this winter az
shore as the devil 10 hog, o.cailcd. Th ,y
are now baskin In the summers sun, Nv.
in on roastin ears and freedom, with nary
idee that tho winter will cum ngin, or
that castor oil and salts costs money.
Some Of 'em, o hundred years old, s,e
whinin around about goin TO kswlidg,.
The truth Is, my friend, somebody's ball
ly fooled about this bizness. Sumbot y
has drawed the elefant 10 bis lottery, an q
don't know what TO do with him. He's
jest THROWN his snout about loose, and bI {.
and.by he'll hurt sumbody. These nifS
gers will have to 90 back 10 the plante
tions and work. amt agoin TO support
nary one Of 'em, and whom you hear AM,
body say so, you tell en- tits q lie," e..
called. golly, I ain't got nuthin to sur :
port myself on. We fout ourselves ot ;
Of everything except children and lane,
aud suppose the land are to DO turned
over to the niggers for grave-yards.
Well, my friend, don't want much. |
amt ambitious as l used 10 was. You all
have got your shows and monkeys anil
sirkusses and brass bands and Origins, anil
can play on the PETROLEUM and tho har,,
Of thousand strings, and so on but I'y,
got only one favor TO ax Of you. want
enuf powder to kill n yaller stump. tail
dog that prowls around my promises at
night. Pom honor, won't shoot ut any
thing blue or black or mullater. Win
you sond itp Are you and your foaks 81
skecrod Of me and my foaks, Mat yot
won't lot us have any amynishun? Art
tho squirls and crows and black rackoon,
to cat up our poor little corn patches p.
Are the wild turkeys TO gobble all roond
us with impunity3 If q mad.dog takes
tho hiderfobySis aho whole community to
run itself to death to git out Of the wa,
I gollyl il looks like your pepul had aE
TUX the robelfoby for good, aud was never
gwine 10 git overit. SEQ here, my friend,
you must sond me little powder and a
ticket TO your show, and you aud mo will
harmonic sortin. I'd. f..tf, llt u
With these few remarks think l fcol
botter, and hopo l haint made nobody
itin mad, for I'm not on that line at this
time. am trooly your Sriend-all pros,
ont or accounted for, W f
.n,. BILL Arr, so called,
,P.S. Old mau Harris wanted 10 buy
my fiddle tho other day, with Confedrik
money. HE said il would be good agin
HE says that Jim Fandorbuk told him
that Warron's Jack had seed man who
had just cum ftum virginny, and IN
sod man told his cousin Mandy that Ice
had whipped cm agin, Gold Harris say,
that n man named Mack Q. Million Il
coming over with million of mon. Blu,
nevertheless, notwithstandin, somehow ol
somehow else, Tn jubas about tho mon
ey, If you was me, Artemus, would YOU
make the fiddle tradoS b, A.