The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1872-05-09
ONLY q Rebel Fisherman.

The ~winped gods" have inspired the Ameri-
can people with marvellous patience; Hear
this story that is now two weeks old. 1t is the
simple story of poor fsherman-but there is
tragedy in it. and bitter tears, and holy wrath.
The simple tale of old Galilee's fishermen IN
the wondrous days of the Lord Jesus Christ still
fires the pious imagination and melts the NOR
Ia heart. We mean to draw no impious simili-
tude, but to tell the unvarnished story of MUIR
dered man whose locks had whitened IN the
long and useful toll of his simple craft.
Out beyond Spartanburg, towards the North
Carolina line, on one of the little rivers with
which that romantic country abounds, lived a
venerable and respected citizen who pore the
unpretentious name OF Minor Parls. Ihls man
was the oldest fisherman in all that region, and
supplies the wants of the community honestly
and punctually with the very finest up country
shad. A wife and children had he, as other
more favored persons in this worlds things al
SO have. They were dependent upon his labor
for their support. He was happy and so were
they. He had no enemies. He did not harm
any man. But the Devil was abroad in South
Carolina. The beast wanted blood. Grants
myrmidon's in blue coats were securing the
country for Ku Klux. Others more active and
suspicious were fleeing. This old greyheaded,
supplemented veteran, attending to his sim,
pie duties with an eye single to his beloved
ones in the humble cot on the river side, seemed
an easy victim to safe the moloch OF hate, and
must the smoky Caesar at Washington ask for
vengeance ON rebel Ku Klux in vain The aged
Minor attends to his nets in his little boat
The Federal soldiers swoop down on him like
an apparition, or wolves in the fold, and IN his
nervous fear, unknowing what he was doing, ne
pulled out into the river. A volley-and muir
der was done. A wife and children pour their
wailing upon the listening ear OF Heaven.
Foul, fendish deed That the thunder-bolts
of Heaven do not fall on the prime authors OF
such crimes, the men who framed the law uu,
der which these hellions committed this deed
of blood, is a mercy they do not merit, and Is
one of the inscrutable things OF Omnlsclcnce.
4 writer from Spartanburg says the utmost
CONSERVATION prevails through the whole neigh
borhood where the murder was committed
The Young men have all fed for suspicion or
the pretense of it is catching, and catching is
Imprisonment and mock trial before partisan
courts and packed juries and this results IN SEN
tence to the penitentiary. They are innocent,
but they are prejudged guilty, and nothing can
save them except flight. The old men stay,
but plough in the fields with saddles on their
horses, so that they can leave at moments
warning. Business at dead stand-a poor
impoverished country grows every day poor!or
still-the laws of the State are trampled ruth
lessly under the feet of the tyrants-cltlzens
are shot down while at their peaceful vocatlons,
and there seems no redress. The voice of re.
monstrance is feeble, and sounds not at all
from those who have influence to stop the mad,
brutal course of this CALLING despotlsm. JUS
tice is a hushed and sleeping spirit. Mercy,
affrighted, has fed. Peace has taken wings
and flown away. Stark horror falls on the
doomed land. Shall these things have an end
Wilmington IN C) Star.