The Carolina Spartan. [volume] (Spartanburg, S.C.) 1852-1896, 1866-02-15

our four fathers 6te, bleed and die about
little tax ontea, when not one in a thousand
drunk it |! Bekaus they sukseeded wasent
litgloryY But if they hadn't suppose it
would hava been treason, and they would
have boen 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 humbug. 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 par
don as is a pardon. When 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 don't
feel easy yit. I'm good Union man, ser
tin and sure. I've had my brecches died
blue, and I've bought blue bucket, and
very often feel Jle c, and about twice in a
while, go to the doggery aud get blue, and
then look up at the Jlue serulean heavens
and sing the melankolly chorus of the Blue
tailed Fly. I'm doin my durndest to har-
monize, and think | could succeed if it
wascnt for some things. When see q
black-guard goin around the streets with a
gun on his shoulder, why right then, for a
few minutes, hate the whole Yanky ma
tion. Jerusalem, how my blood biles. The
institution that was handed down to us by
the heavenly kingdom of Massachusetts,
now put over us with powder and ball !?
Harmonize the devil Amt we human be.
ings? Aint we got eyes and ears and feel
in and thinkin? Why the whole of Atriky
has come to town, women and children and
babies and baboons 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, aud they'll perish to death this win
ter as shore as the devil is hog, SO called
They are now baskin in the summers sun,
livin 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, hundred years old, arc
within around about going to cawedgc
The truth is, my friend, sumbodys badly
fooled about this biznoss. Sumbody has
drawd the eletant in the lottery, and don t
know what to do with him He's Jest
throwing his snout about ioose, aad oy
and-'y hcl hurt somebody. These mig
gers will have to go back to the plantations
and work. L aint agoin to support nary
one of 'em, and when you hear any body
say 50, you tell 'em I" its lie," so caued.
l golly, | aint got nuthin to support my
self on. We fout ourselves out of every
thing exccpin children and land, and
suppose the land are 70 be turned over to
the nggers Tor grave yards.
Well, my friend, don't want much |
aint ambitious, as | used to was. You all
have your shows and monkeys and sur
kusses and brass bands and Origins, and can
play on the petroleum and the harp of a
thousand strings, and so on, put I've only
got one favor to ak of you want enut
powder to kill big yaller stum-tail dog
that prowls round my premises at night.
Pom honor, | wont shoot at anything blue
or black or mulatter Will you send it ?
Arc you and your foaks so skeered of me
and my ioaks, that you won't let us have
any amynition Are the squirrels and
crows and black rakoons to eat up our poor
little corn patches Are the wild turkeys
to Gobb!e all around us with impunity? If
mad dog takes the hidcrfoby, is the whole
community to run itself to death to get out
of the way? l golly 1t looks like your
pepnl had all TUX the rebelfohy for rood.
and was never gwine to get over it. See
here, my friend, you must send me a little
powder and ticket to your show, and me
and you will harmonic sertain.
With these few remarks | think T feel
better, and hope l haint made nobody fitin
mad, for I'm not on that line at this time
am trooly your friend-al present or
accounted for.
BILL ARP, so called.
y. SO man Harris wanted to buv
my fiddle the other day with Confederik
money. He said it would be good again.
he says that jim Fuuderbunk told him
that Warren's Jack seed a man who had
just cnm from Virginny, and he sod man
told his cousin Mandy that Lee had whip.
ped em agn. Old Harris says that a man
by the name OF Mack. G. Million is comm,
over with million of men. But never
.heless, notwithstanding, somehow or some.
how else, [ am dubus about the money.
III you was me, Artemus, would you make
the fiddle trade?