The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1870-03-12
The Enemy In Trouble.

If there ever was set Of politicians
whose deplorable case called for commits
seration, it is the flag ends Of the Demo
cratic, or Conservative, or Secession party
of this State. They all, with one accord,
agree that great calamity is impending,
which pretty surely involves their ruin
but what course to pursue is the trouble
No two can exactly concur OH this point.
That irrepressible individual, the colcred
"pusson," is rapidly nearing the orbit OF
tile great Democrat planet, and its total
eclipse is the evsr-present impending ter
ror. When they had tho privilege of the
whip, with the colored mans hands tied,
they could dispose Of him easily and tn
Amendment has not only Embossed his
bonds, but placed the ballet in his kand;
and that ballot is what the Democracy fear
more than cannon balls. Some of their
press-gang, who have been we'll cared for
during the Democratic reign in this State,
counsel coaxin. and we'll organized xys-
tenn of flattery, but others again seem to
despair Of this, and persist in railing and
defyin.. They fain would believe that the
colored man is the ignorant fool they have
all along painted him, and that lie can AS
easily he coaxed to vote the "Conserva-
tive ticket, as in the good old times
lie was induced to work in the tobacco
field, with the whip as persuasive influ-
ence but this belief doesn't seem to so
down, and they invariably return to ralin.
against the Republicans, who - forced" the
Fifteenth Amendment upon them, by fraud
aud by unconstitutional means, regardless
that the colored voter is lis ening to theil
howl and curses, against the very article
that clothes him with that right which has
made him Il terror to the party that has
over sought power 10y his de.radation.-
We advise the valiant Democracy to tax,
counsel of the racoon that met Captain
Scott in the forest, which is to come dona
quietly.
On: Of Captain Martin SCOTS brother
officers narrates his adventure with the
coon in the following lines, which We here
produce for the benefit of the q spera,s
Democracy. The story runs thus:
One Summers noon. a poor racoon
On u lofty bough had got,
When lie saw below one lie guessed was hi.
foe,
For it looked like Captain Scott.
The qua was raised, but ere it blazed,
The coon's soft voice WAS heard.
"Allow mo Squire, if You please, ere ys,
fire,
To speak one little word.
"For skin and for food know am good
And your gun has a knowing aim;
But ere you and conclusions try.
would like to know your name
"My name is Scott" "Gleat heavens.
what!
Not Martin Scstt ?" "The same;
I've the tallest luck in all Kentuck,
always down my game"
"It must he SO I'll come below;
Don't fire. will not fly;
I've heard of your shot, mighty Martin
Scott,
And IA gone young coon am ~
1t would not he accounted Christian like
to mock at their calamity and rejoice wheel
their fear cometh, but it is impossible t.
suppress smile at the tersiversatioas tn.
unterrified " are just now cutting up
They reason that coaxiag would be til.
best plan to adopt to secure share Of til,
new vote-but invariably end by dublin.
II
set of mengrels" with whom they vii
have nothing to do-the latter, probably
is very near the truth.