The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1866-05-25
Lettar frnm AIahama

ED1FoR CIEIzEN:-Ne7er has my mind
been SO pleasantly employed as for the last
few months. was favored with ''Biily
Doo'' from one Of the cenasnters Of the Union,
and I have been nursing and gloating over
it ever since. 1 have been dreaming
dreams, and seeing visions, some OF which,
if made public, would secure me ''Billy
Doos'' enough to last any man century.
1 have enjoyed that subdued feeling Of bliss
which passeth the understanding of this
years cotton planters and of Radical Con-
gressmen. The first of these are made to
quake and tremble by the bleak and bare
appearance of The cotton ridges, for 10! they
have naany acres and but .fesO stalks Al
ready they feel the ''green backs" slipping
through their fingers, never to return, and
yet they've no power to hold them. Their
only consolation is that they will feed some
orphaned widow or bereaved children of
the Dutch-Jews and Yanks who robbed US.
Or else it may be that the Bureau will get
the money, and appropriate it to the poor
clerks, and sharp-faced agents, who are
laboring for the good of the ''colOred" Mig
gers 80 highly beloved in these latter days.
These last are the bone Of corruption which
Radical Congressman are gnaWing and
sucking so hard. They have kept the halls
of Cong gress ringing with nigger so long
that if sold Abe'' himself should come from
the dead, with his sailing cloths around
him, and cry out Justify the name of his
murderer, those we'll trained walls would
everherate-"Ni "Nigger-nigger."
But Stevens, Summer, and ''sich men"
are right in their love for the nigger, for
the Bible speaks of class of men who love
darkness rather than light, and I'm con-
strained to belive the aforesaid are the men.
AS said before, foa several months have
enjoyed the peace and quiet these men grant
unto us, and never have the deep waters of
my soul been stirred till now. The sight
that greets nay prophetic vision is enough
to make Satan, Sumner and others quake
and trembls in their boots, like a sleepy
picket, aroused on frosty morning by the
enemys fire.
! 1 see the mighty waves of Democracy
rolling up from the West, gathering force
and power as they advance. With great
strides Qike corporal Jacks going after
whisky they reach my own native State,
and Brownlow is strangled beneath the
waves. But alas, it stops not with him.
The Capitol is flooded, and Smith and his
crew are washed away, while writs for
new election are floating upon the surface.
In the great food the niger loses his
''ark, !" and there's no one to save him now.
The Bureau" glass is broken and the
drawers are robbed by ''Re5el Thieves
| Behold the meat and the bread are gone,
and this years s'Register" is washed away.
Alas, poor niggerl where's hS contract"
now? His lamentations are loud and Bit
ter, and in the anguish of his spirit he cries
out ''oh that could see myself in the 'Bu-
reau glass once more, and be gathered IN.
to my fathers,'' which are Thsd. Stevens
and 'sMas Jones' old Cufee.''
AS I said before, horrid are the visions
which see, and my poor old heart is almost
broken. Death will soon come, and my
guardian angel will take me to q land where
there's equal suffrage, or no suffrage at all.
With feelings of the deepest distress,
will close by saying, listen we'll, and on the
air you win soon hear the dying vale Of
Yours for little while,
Nc.
DECATUR, Ala, May II, 1885.