Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1866-02-22
Nntuprons geaaine.
BILL ARP's RETREAT FROM ROME.

BILL ARP's RETREAT FROM ROME.
THE following letter, as its date indicates,
was published before in the Atlanta Conted-
eracy, DOW defunct, but as it is necessary
prelude to an original one now in our hands
from "Bill Arp" We give it, the better to
enable our readers to appreciate and under
stand the communication which will appear
in our next issue. The subjoined letter
refers to character we'll known as "Big
John," who is, to use familiar but express
sive phrase, sa regular trump" The orig
inal letter which, as We stated, shall appear
in the next number of the Record, will re-
fer more at length to this celebrated indi.
vidual, and also relate how "Bill Arp" re-
turned to Rome, his experience and that of
the Arp family on the way, and what he
saw and did when be arrived in "the Eter-
nal City IN Y : Met. Record.
ATLANTA, May %, 1864.
Mr.. EDITOR :-"Remote, onfrended,
melancholy, slow" as somebody sed, am
now seeking log in some vast wilderness,
lonely roost in some Okeefeenokee swamp,
where the fowl invaders cannot travel, nor
their poontoon bridges phloat. If Mr..
Shakespeare were correct when he writ
"sweet are the juices of adversity," then it
are reasouabul to suppose that me and my
foaks and many others must have some
sweetnin to spare. When man is aroused
IN the ded of night, and smells the approach
of the fowl invader; when he feels kon.
strained to change his base and bekum a
runsgee from his home, leaving behind him
all those nessary things which hold body
and soul together; when he looks, perhaps
the last time upon his lovely home where
he has been for many delightful years rails
in children and chickens, strawberries and
peas, lie soap and inguns, and all sich lux
uries of this sublunary life; when he i'm
agines every onusual sound to be the crack
of his earthly doom; when from sich inAu-
ences be begins digni6ed retreat, but soou
is konstrained to leave the dignity behind,
and git away without regard to the order Of
his going-if there is any sweet juice in
the like of that, haven't been able to see
it. No, Mr.. Editur, sich scenes never hap.
pened in Bill Sbakespeer's day, or he
wouldent have writ that line.
I don't know that the lovely inhabitants
of your beautiful sity need any fourwarnings
to make 'em avoid the breakers upon which
our vessel wrecked; but for fear they should
some day shake their cory locks at me, I
will make publik a brief allusion to some
of the painful circumstances which lately
okkulred in the regions of the eternal sitty.
Not many days ago, the everlastin Yam
KEGS (may they live always when the devils
gifts em), made violent assault upon the
sitty of the hills-the eternal sitty, where
hundred years the Ipjun rivers have been
blenain divers waters peacefully together
where the Choctaw children built their
Autter mills, and toyed with frogs and tad,
poles, while these majestick streams were
but little spring branches, babblin along
their sandy beds. For 8 days and nights
our vallyunt troops had beat bak the fowl
invader, and saved our pullets from their
devourin jaws. For 8 days and nights we
bade farewell to every fear luxuriating upon
the triumph of our arms, and the sweet
sweet juices of our strawberries and cream.
For 8 days and nights fresh troops from the
South poured into our streets with shouts
that made the welkin ring, and the turkey
bumbs rise all over the flesh of our people.
We felt that Rome was safe-sekure against
the assaults of the world, the flesh and the
devil, which last individual are suppose to
be that horde of fowl invaders, who are
seekin to phlank Us out of bread and exis.
tence.
But alas for human hopes! Man that is
born of woman (and there are no other sort
that l know of has but few days that amt
full of trouble. Altho the troops did shout,
altho their brass bound musk welled upon
the gale, altho the turkey bumps rose as the
welkin run, although the commanding Gen.
eral assured US that Rome was to be held at
every hassrd, and that on tomorrow the
big battul was to be fought, and the fowl
invaders hurled all bleedin and howlin on
the shores Of the Ohio, yet it did transpire
somehow that on Tuesday night the military
eVakuation of our sitty were peremptorily
ordered. No note of warnin-no whisper
OF alarm-no hint of the morrow came from
the muSsled lips of him who had lifted our
hopes so highly. Calmly and cody we
smoked our killy kinick, and surveyed the
enbarkation of troops, konstruin it to be
some grand manuver of military strategy.
About 10 o'clock we retired to rest to dream
of tomorrow's viktory. Sleep soon over.
powered us like the fog that kivered the
earth, but nary bright dream had KUN, nary