Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1866-07-11
Thad. steveas she Here eftho Back.
shot War.

From the Philadelphia Age.l
Not a Pennsylvania on the Aoor o.
Congress has forgotten the Buckshot war,
nor the part which Thaddeus Stevens
played in it. Twenty-seyen years have
rolled away since that memorable era in
the history Of our State. Stevens was
then bent on ruling this Commonwealth
by a Rump Legislature. He had tool.
about HIM at Harrisburg as plant a.
those which now lie ready to his
hand at Washington His bearing
was as bold. his bluster as loud,
his vituperstion as indecent. then as now.
II his followers in those days sometime,
ventured to mutiny. like Raymond and
bingham in these. their courage failed to
withstand his awful frown and savage re.
Duke. II his decree went forth that con.
science should be thrown 20 the dogs, to
the dogs conscience went without o mo.
ment's delay.
For a time things went as smoothly for
him as they have hitherto gone in the
present Congress. He was omnipotent,
The glance Of his eye WIS feared more
than another mans fist. He was su2pos-
ed to be as insensible to fear as he wa.
known to be TO shame. But suddenly
the storm that his lawless acts had invoked
and which in his blind arrogance he heed
ed then as little as he heeds now the
the gathering wrath Of the whole Ameri.
can people. broke upon his head. Har.
risburg became a scene Of tumult and
Of threatened war. The indignant masses
poured thither from Philadelphia and
elsewhere, not with bloody intent, but
with a calm. indomitable resolution to in.
rerpose their strong right arms between
the law and the men who, under the lead
of Stevens, were setting it at nought and
defying the will Of the people as expressed
at the polls. But how did the man who
had reused this storm meet its
When there was really no danger
when a speech was being made to a listen
ing and respectful audience in the cham.
Der of the Senate, Stevens, whose guilty
conscience discerned in the broad, honest
faces that lined the hall the features Of a
band Of assassins, jumped out Of the back
window and betook himself to flight. He
ran through the darkness to a remote cor
ner Of the ground, and hid in o patch Of
bushes. Presently hearing the footsteps
of two Of his friends who had sought safety
IN the same way, and fancying that the
mob wa indeed coming, he cried out.
Don't kill me. for Gods sake, don't kill
me I" To which one Of the refugees,
more impetuous than polite, fearing that
the noise would insure their capture, re-
sponded. Hush! you scared fool, it's
only me-" This is no fiction; il is not
even the truth embellished it Is q simple
fact, within the personal knowledge Of
thousands Of citizens Of this Common
wealth. Many Of them have heard the
particulars, as we have detailed them, from
Stevens own lips.
And this is the ruler Of the present Con-
gressi This is the man who sways the
Radical majority with his nod, and awes
them with his frown-whose DEGREES
override the Constitution, and the sugges-
tons of whose malignant heart make the
substance Of our laws. So far he has
prospered in the revolutionary work Of
his old age, as he did in that Of his middle
life. until the stormy scenes of the Buck
>hot war developed the weakness Of his
cause and the cowardice Of its champion.
lie, none of his present adherents be dc.
luded by his loud and valiant talk into the
belief thai he will behave any better now
if a p~erilous crisis should overwhelm them,
than he did then. There were towards in
those days" he says, with Siberian cool
meas. in the paragraph which we have
quoted, "as there are towards in these"
And the biggest coward in those days is
not likely to have experienced a growth
Of valor with the advance Of old age. II
a multitude Of the American people, large
enough to be mistaken for q mob, and
white enough to be suspected Of disloyalty.
should present themselves at the door Of
Congress- with a demand that there should
be no more delay in restoring this Union,
we can fancy the CONSERVATION Of the
Radicals when they beheld their terrible
champion making his exit through q win
dow. like Harlequin through q hoop, and
heard from a distant bush the o%mnipoteni
voice crying u as in old time. "Don'i
kill me for Gods lake. don't kill me