The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1868-10-17
Dead Beat, air. Radical Pow WOW

Dead Beat, alj"r Radical Pow WOW
According to various announcements
made almost daily Tor the past four weeks,
the grandcloquent orators and bold defend
ers Of the lickskiIles crew, vclipt the d" Ioil
party" made their appearance on our
streets last Monday, the 12sh, and intina-
ted to the few who, through courtesy, con
yelsed with them, that they-the scallawags
would ike to address the monster crowd
that they anticipated to arrive by ten o clock,
at some convenient place The little plat
form on the west side Of the store OF Bills
q Hill was kindly set apart FOR the speak
lists" Ten o'clock came, but it brought no
crowd Another weary hour few by still
the sound Of the saw and the hammer broke
the stiilpess that prevailed. Another hour
passed the welcome dinner bells told it was
noon, and yet there was a lack of numbers
The almost depending orators went for
grub-grubbiug is their best hold, you know
One o'clock came. We bad been standing
on the streets for three or four hours wait
ing for the dire conflict to begin, and was
Just about giving up all hope, when, on look
ing down in tue direction of the hotel we
saw an animated maes-small in numbers,
| bat awful lOud-moving 10 the direction Of
where we were standing. Hope revived, and
we could not refrain from exclaimipg, d" here
they come" just at that Moment and be
| fore the sound Of our own voice had died
away, an intelligent freedman from Georgia,
who goes by the name of Big Pete, but
whose real name Is Julius Caesa~ Napoleon
St. Clair Brown, rolled up the white Of his
eyes aud said: No,0 she bites" On they
came, books and papers under arm, with
! slow and measured tread, in the following
order
Horace Il. Harrison, grand footing high
tooter of all the tooters.
D. a. Num-, heavy kOOn dog of Haywood
W. j. Smith, last and least, the miserable
remnant of the WhansdOOdle tribe
Having reached the stand, in front of
which a crowd of some seventy-fve or a
hundred persons had collected, one third of
whom were whites-all of them Democrats
Harrison, Grant and Colfax elector for the
State at large, was introduced. He spoke
about two hours and never even raised a
! grin on the countenance of a freedman pres
ent When he subsidized, Num- got up to
rise, and he pealed general Smith hand
somoly Then the little general, all tattered
and torn, got possession of the platform and
pealed the sallow hide from off the honey
frame Of comical Davie. We wish that
every voter in the District could be made to
know how extremely ridiculous the great
radical mass meeting was, and how com.
pleSely disgusting the miserable language
used by Smith. Num- and Smith both be
ing unable to win a vote by their own exer-
| tions, they each brought along with them a
negro to represent their claims. Nunn's
friend led OF after the general closed his
harrane ue, and made the best speech Of the
| day. Then Smith friend arose, and gave
| the Nunnites double dose Of damn liar
and scoundrel" It is a safe thing to say
that the result Of the meeting here last Mon
day VIII prove advantageous to the Conserva-
! tive cause We are satisfied that there was
not, IN the crowd assembled, one white man
that WI vote for either Smith or Num- ;
and as for the negroes, they were disap-
pointed and utterly disguised with the whole
affair
1t is impossible for US to describe the
tearing up and battering that was done, and
will close our account of the great Dead
Beat, alias radical Pow WOW, as follows:
The raddies came down like wolf on the sheep,
friends, tears silently did weep,
For the crowd slim, meaEer small,
That to you the truth, there was crowd all!
Disappointment was cleaning IRON the face SmiE-5uf,
While Mum merely murmured, enough enoughr'
Then small mig with his thumb his e,
| And he made a big bIow,-so the tale goes
| Which sounded afar this corporation
For the welfare of Smith and this glorious nation!
! Num- punched at Smith, Smith punched a Mum,
! Till the hot Precipitation in torrents did run.
| The STAND was believed with the salts of devotion
And the rickety thing rocked like chip the ocean,
| Night closing in the strife all ended
But the rent in the party was mendsd!
Col John s Keer, of Memphis, an able
and finished orator, addressed a large mum
Der of intelligent gentlemen in this place
last Thursday, and showed conclusively that
be was on the right track, bold, clear
headed defender of constitutional law and
equal justice. Such advocates as Col Keer
are an honor to any party, and he viii be
remembered by the people of Hardeman as
a careful expounder, a generous supporter
Of Cnvv1Cur md P4air