The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1865-10-27

numerous and interestin offspring in
about two nlinits and half. They
shouldent eat roots and drink branch
warter no longer. Poor, unfortunate
things! to cum into this subloonary
world at SIGH a time. There's four or
five of 'em that never saw sirkus
nor monky show-never had a
pocket-knife, nor piece of cheese, nor
a reesin. There is Bull Run Arp, and
Harper's Ferry Arp, and Chikahominy
Arp that never seed the pikters in a
spellin book. I tell you, my friend,
we are the poorest people on the face
of the earth-but we ar poor and
proud. We made bully fte, Selah!
and the whole Amerikin nation ought
to feel proud of it. It shows what
Amerikins can do when they think
they are imposed on" so-collel"
Didn't our four farthers fte, bleed,
and die about little tax on tea, when
not one in thousand drunk it? Be
Klaus they sukseeded wasent it glory?
But if they hadent I suppose it would
have been treason, and they would
have been bowin and scrapin round
King George for pardon. SO it goes,
Artemus, and to my mind, if the
whole thing was stewed down, it
would make about half pint of hum
bug. We had good men, great men,
Christian men, who thought we was
right, and many Of 'em have gone to
the undiscovered country, and have
got pardon as is a pardon. When
I die, I'm nifty willin to risk myself
under the shadow of their wings,
whether the climate be hot or cold.
So mote it be. Selah!
Well, maybe I've said enuf. But I
don't feel easy yit. I'm a good Union
man, sertin and shure. I've had my
breeches died blue, and I've bot q
blue bucket, and 1 very often feel
blue, and about twice in while I go
to the doggery and git blue, and then
l look up at the blue serulean heavens
and sing the melancholy choryus of
the Blue-tailed Fly. I'm doin my
durndest to harmonize, and think I
could succeed if it wasent for sum
things. When I see a black-guard
goin around the streets with gun on
his shoulder, why right then, for a
few minutes, hate the whole Yanky
nation. Jerusalem, how my blood
biles! The institution that was hand
ed down to us by the heavenly king
dom of Massachusetts, now put over
us with powder and ball. Harmonic
the devil! Amt we human beings?
Amt we got eyes and ears and feein
and thinkin? Why the whole of
Afriky has come to town, women and
children, and babies and balloons,
and all. A man can tell how fur it is
to the city by the smell better than
the mile-post. They won't work for
us, and they won't work for them
selves, and they'll perish to death this
winter as shore as the devil is hog,
so-caAed. They are now baskin in the
summers sun, ivin on roastin ears
and freedom, with nary idee that the
winter will cum agin, or that castor
oil and salts costs money. Sum Of
'em, a hundred years old, are whinin
around about goin to kawlidge. The
truth is, my friend, sumbody's badly
fooled about this bizncss. Sumbody
has drawd the elefant in the lottery,
and don't know what to do with him
He's jest THROWN his snout about
loose, and by-and-by he'll hurt sum-
body. These niggers will have to go
back to the plantations and work. I
amt agoin to support nary one of 'em,
and when you hear anybody say SO,
you tell 'em ''its a ie," so-caAed.
golly, amt got nuthin to support
| myself on. We fout ourselves out Of
everything exceptin children and
land, and I suppose the land are to be
turned over to the niggers for grave
yards.
Well, my friend, don't wans much.
I amt ambitious, as I used to was.
You all have got your shows and
monkeys and sirkuses and brass bands
and Origins, and can play on the pc
trolyum and the harp Of thousand
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