Knoxville weekly chronicle. [volume] (Knoxville, Tenn.) 1870-1875, 1873-12-17

the dust on the high seas. American citi-
zens have been captured and executed and
afterwards shot dead 10y n gang of Spike.
nards, who haven't the ecourage to pull a
trigger. Their dumb voices call loudly for
vengeance. My blood is up. L feel it way
down in my boots. The days of Jackson
come back on inc Ikea dream in the night.
l remember how hesmote the hauty Spike.
nard 10y hanging him to the first tree in
that grand old time when we were all too
young to wear breeches. sensation
Has all Of our Tennessee courage cvapo.
rated into the ground? or does it still live
buried in our hearts? Tennessee can new
or die while she lives. Applause. We
will go up to the war and come down upon
those SpikenarCls like "a rock broken from
the cliffs upon the canebrake in the valley.
| don't care if the waves rise higher than
forty heavens, and the thunders roar loud
er than drove of mad behemoths in the
upper air, and million leviathans
shine like lightning bugs in the lower
deeps, and the Spikenards line the shores
of Cuba ten thousand times thicker than
the saw briers along the Buffalo, ! will
Just call upon our squirrel-riiers and our
wild-hoggers, and, having patched up our
moccasins and picked our ilints, we VIII
dash down with yell upon these felonious
Spikenards and eminent inconsistencies,
and squelch every mothers son of them
without appeal or mitigating circum-
stances Tremendous applause. Yes,
sirs! we will pour out whole hogsheads of
vile wrath upon these puSY-lanimous cat
amounts who shoot our countrylnen like
wild varmints ofthe seattle cantankerous
cutthroats! Terrible yells for vengeance. J
We will seize upon their cowardly car
cases, and having run our bayonets
through their hearts all the way up to the
trigger, and having knocked out their
brains with our tomahawks, we will end
their lives by throwing them overheard to
Jouah's whale, with sealed orders not to
let them see dry land until full week
after the day of judgment, and by thai
| time the Lord and his angels will have
gone away, aud the devil will be powerful
| hungry for fresh meat. Intense excite
ment. b. .....
Scott county to the front, says Marcum
The eyes of heaven and earth are upon us
and hell trembles at the sound of GU
name. The grandsons of the heroes wh'
smashed in the eye teeth of the British
| Lion at Kings Mountain the sons OF tn
invincibles, who broke Off the horns O
John Bull at New Orleans; and we our
selves, who overthrow Crawl. Vaughn OF
the bloody shores of Birthstone. what car
we for the little Spanish fighting cock
though he be gated all over bike porcu
pine. Immense cheering,
Blow the rams horn along the Buffalo
fire the alarm gun from the cliffs of NeN
river, let the pine torch CLEAN from th
heights of Jellico, burst the signal bladde
amid the hamlets of the Birthstone, an
let all the valleys of the Straight Fork re
sound with the bell of the red bull! The
will the unconquerable conquerors
Scott know that the land is in DANCE
and that the Lord of Losts has sum
moned his armies. Then will they kno'
that somewhere upon the earth, or belo
the earth, there is warhoon more g
gantic than tornado, shaking the III
!, tons worse than the ague of Chill Flat
And, oh how they will turn from trai
ing the honey bee and, oh how the
will let the wounded deer escape; AM
oh how the young squirrels will bar
! in peace, and the wild hogs root the ma
in safety; and, oh! how there will
Z heard afar the breaking of brush and IL
trampling of sticks, as our Scott count
never.say-dies come rushing from the fol
winds of heaven, to rally under the 81
, rious banner of Joe Marcum and Eve
= lasting Liberty. rhunders Of cheers
. Then will the American Eagle Hap h
: wings, and crack his spurs together, al
y crow so loud that every chicken
= hearted Spikenard will lower his feat
, | ers, droop his tail and run off
| his own little dunghill beyond the sea, al
= this great warhood that now fills Il
: whole earth with the light of its gri
shadow will burst like boys soap bubh
y, when struck in the middle with fen
II rail and then the sword will be beaten in
. a bull-tongue, and the spear into me
= hook, and the rifle into a still.worm, al
e the nations will learn war no more for ev
+ until some fool Spikenard again raises t
dander of our mountain braves, and brin
:, down the wrath of Joe Marcum upol
. head. (Renewed thunders as aforesaid.
g CReported, in short hand, by SHoNBlI
. expressly for the CHRONICLE.
q The photography, swine-tax, etymylol
q and procedences corrected, revised a
!, amended by the printers DEVIL