The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1866-06-07

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as-as-as-well, as a beggar on horse
back-a buzzard sailin round dead ea-
gle-a suck-egg dog creepin up to the
| tail of dead lion. They talk about
hirin Brownlow to abuse 'em, to use lam
guago on 'em, like he did few years ago
when he spoke against Pryne. If they
do hire Brownlow he'll spatter 'em, he'll
daub 'em all over, and slime 'em and slob-
Der on 'em about right, and it will stick,
for the pores are open and their morals
spongy. I'd like to stand off about ten
rods and hear him spread himself. 1t
would be worse than a squirt-gun full of
cow-slop, and have no doubt would give
general Satisfaction"
"That's sufficient, sir" says old Bout
we'll. "Ef it was in their power to do SO,
would your people renew the fght%
zsNot unless they could fight the radi-
Gals all alone, and all the world agree to
shands off, Even then there wouldn't be
no fight, for We couldn't cotch you"
"what do your people say upon the
subject of negro equality"
"They say it's lie, sir--it don't exist
by nature and never can in practice.
Folks were not created free and equal.
That may be o theoretical truth, but it's
always been q practical lie. There's
grades of society everywhere. There's
men give the sidewalk to, and there's
men that gives it to me. There's men
that I vote, and men that vote me, and
the grades go up, up, up, step by STEP
from my sort to Mr.. Davis and MIR. Ste
phens, and Gen. Lee, and Howell Cobb,
and Ben. Hill, and their sort, for they are
the highestin the nation; and then, again,
it goes from me down, down, down to
the niggers, and the Republicans and the
radicals, and that's as low as they run.
There amt no equality, and you can't
make one. Well vote the niggers cer-
tain. I'll vote Tip, and Tips 'head
CENTER He'll vote about forty, and the
first thing you know we'll elect seven big,
black, greasy niggers to Congress. Well
do it certain-seven of 'em eighteen
carats strong, with African musk. The
other rebel States will do the same thing,
and you'll have about fifty of 'em to
draw seats with, and you can oil stick
you legs upon your desks together, and
swap lies and vermin, and be shampood
at the same shop, and the fair sexes can
set together in the galleries, and mix
odors and fan their scent about promiscu-
GUS. Well give you full benefit of your
civil rights bill, see if We don't. You go
on-play your cards. We are bidin our
time. We are payin your taxes and your
duties and back rations for 1864, and Ii
censes, and your internal revenue, and
obeyin your laws without havin any hand
in maxim 'em, and we are cut off from
pensions and public lands; and you sold
a poor mans still in my County, the 9th
er day, because he couldn't pay your tax
on some peach brandy he stilled for his
neighbor two years ago; and soon you'll
be sellin the land for the land tax, and
you're tryin your best to play the devil
generally; but you'll catch it in the long
run. See if you don't. Talk about Fe-
mans. When the good men Of the North
and the South all get together, they'll
walk over the track 80 fast that you
won't have time to get out of the way.
You'll subside into obscurity, and your
children will deny that their daddies ever
belonged to such o party. Excuse me,
gentlemen, but Pm little excited. Five
cents pound on cotton will excite any
body that makes it. Tax on industry
on sweat and toll. Protection tariffs for
Pennsylvania and five cents pound tax
on Southern cotton--half it's average
worth-and your folks will manage some
way or other to steal the other half. My
advice to you is to quit this foolishness
and begin to travel the only road to
Old Blow couldn't keep up with his gar
bled extracts.
"what makes the President SO popular
at the South"
"Contrast, sir-contrast. The more he
amt like your party, the more popular
he is. He would treat us about right, |
reckon, if you would let him alone, but
you bedevil him so, that sometimes he
don't understand himself. I don't think
he knew for awhile whether his peace
proclamation restored the writ of habeas