The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1871-04-13
misrEnansons.
A TERRIBLE FATE.
Tennesseeans Menials Abroad.
1900 in Gold to be the Ransom.
TFrom the Union 8 American.

a lost boy, from Williamson county,
as one ofthe many marvellous events
/ growing out of the late war. We
have just been placed in possession
Of the facts of the sad fate and mis-
fortunes of a Montgomery county
family, ending in the sale into slav-
cry Of two children in distant tor
rid and semi-barbaric land. By re-
quest we withhold the name Of the
family, assuring our readers that
the circumstances are true to the
letter in every particular. Singular
and adventurous as were the facts
we gave of the Williamson county
wanderer, the details, vicissitudes,
suferings and actual fate Of the
children Of the family now being
considered are more so, as paItak-
ing more of the painful and heart
rending. The sale into slavery of
the almon-eyed, sweet-faced and
blue-veined Caucasian girl to the
lustfuI Musselman, under sanction
Of his crescent banner and his Ko-
ran, shocking as is the monstrous
traffic to the Christian world, from
long usage is divested of many
of the horrors naturally at
taching to it. But when it comes
to the sale, as slaves, of Tennessee
children, and those, too, from an ad :
joining county, reared by cultivated
and refined parents, educated and
cared for and surrounded by all the
comforts and elegances that make
home little heaven and young life
all rosy and beautiful; when it
comes to the sale of such children
to a people not many removes ad-
vanced in civilization beyond the
African Congo, it starts the blood
with Indignation, and crimsons the
cheek with shame. Yet such are
the facts. Before the war there re-
sided in Montgomery county gen
tleman who was well known, and
who was well to do. He was an ed
ucated man, man of letters and a
man of God, being a Minister of
the Gospel, and one of the princi-
pals of the leading Female Institu-
tions of the county. His family
consisted of himself, his wife and
two children, both daughters, the
one being near twelve and the lat
ter near ten years ofage. The fam
lily was a happy one. The parents
were esteemed good and useful
members of society, and their chill
dren rose up and called them bless
ed. Thus they were situated when
the civil war, with its fierce alarms,
its cIang and clash of arms, burning
trophies and rivers Of blood burst
upon us in 1861. Then came the
time
s'When 6esolation, snatched from the hand
Of time the scythe ofruin, sat alOfe
Or stallked in dreadful majesty abroad"
Tennessee was the banner State
in sending her braves to battle for
the star-gemmed bonny blue flag
she had flung to the breeze. Among
those who gathered under its folds
was the minister and gentleman re-
ferred to. He clung to it with the
devotion of love and fervor Of pa
triotism, through all the four years
of blood and storm and thick
darkness that hovered about it
When at last in 1865 the star Of the
young Confederacy went out in
glory behind the hills Of Appamat-
tox, and the SCARED veterans, who
had borne their banner brayely,
returned to their wasted fields and
desolated homes, to lay down its
shattered staff forever, the heart of
our friend sickened at the prospect
of his country's ruin, and sank with
in him. Though his energies were
subdued in the struggle, his proud
spirit was unconquered. While
some Iion-hearted Southerners, like
Sterling Price, the iron Blucher Of
the war in the West, in the land of
the Tascalans, and the valleys Of
Cordova sought them homes, some
mingled as exiles among Europe's
gay capitols, and others, at the
tropics, where the breath of mid
night burns the sand, went for ref
uge to Brazil. Among these latter
were our Montgomery friend and
his family. Converting his availa-
bic assets into what ready cash
they would bring, he gathered his
family around him and babe his
native land adieu." "Some natu-
raj tears" no doubt, that mother
and those blooming children shed
"as they saw for the last time" the
gloosy Cumberland, that had SO
| peacefully flowed near their home.
Perhaps the father, into whose soul
the iron had entered so deeply, like
! Childe Harold, cared not what land
his wanderings bore him to, so they
brought him back to this; or, per
haps, as he cast a lingering looh
upon Clarksville, guarded by those
he deemed oppTessors, he felt as old
Jugurtha did, when passing ont tho
Appian way, he looked back apor