The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1874-10-30

RACES In ohackasabogus.
/ One Of the oleverest and most anus.
ling Of the late Judge Longstreet's
tales, in his Georgia Scenes is that
one in wh!oh he gives q sample Of
I"Georgia Theatrics." lie narretes
that he happened, while riding in the
Ozark Corner Of Lincoln," to surprise
AN ingenious youth rehearsing the
characters and all the particulars of q
Lincoln Court House 6ght, from the
preliminary banter, challenge una
o'inch, to the final gouge aud surren.
der. But truth is always stranger than
fiction, and what Judge Longstrcet
probably only imagined of tho dark
ctruer Of Lincoln, is surpassed by
whn. clerical gentleman accidenta.iy
happened to see the other day, u the
corner Of Msrsnsc hard by WILCOX.
The story is too good to be lost, the
more especially AS it concerns our
scamp OF u Congressman, Charley
Hays, who tells story of goodly pro
portions himself upon OCCASION.
Tue Rev. John Mckee Breed, a
baptist clergyman, being on sort of
circuit in company with his wife, had
istt the railroad ct Spring H.ll, where
hn had friend, from whom H., OBJ
tanned IL carriage aud horse to enable
him to get to Clifton, iu Wilcox
County. This was last week, So AN
informed. Mr.. Breed took Linden
and Shiloh on his way. preaching or
lesturing (he was seeking money in aid
OF foreign missionsl at both places.
He stopped MI night at Shiloh, and
LETT in the morning for Clifton, where
ho heard there was to be IA Republican
meeting TINT night. He did not pro
pose to have anything TO do with the
meeting. but only to get in town be-
fore the meeting commenced, being "a
nervous man, afraid Of horses and not
caring to run the risk of the pistol.
shots, bon fires and other usual &c.
compartments of 1barbecncs. When
he reached Clifton, however, he found
that he had been misinformed-tlle
meeting was not till the next night.
de filled his appointment nt Clifton,
spent the night there, aud in the
morning. started on his return. Just
beyond Shiloh is pretty extensive
and very dismal swamp, known US
Chickasabogue Swamp, through which
the road to Linden and Dtmopolis
passes.
Driving through this swamp. Mr..
Breed was suddenly sturtIed to hear
shouts, cries aud repeated lirings Just
ahead Of him. in tho deepest and
thickest part of the swamp. He
stopped his carriage, got down, made
his vile get down, lied his horse Sc
curely, and then. leaving Mrs. Brccd
standing IL the read by tho cnrriage.
went forward to reconnoiter The
shots and cries grew louder as he ap.
proachcd the spot, aud tho reverend
gentleman was firmly pursuaded hor-
.rible battle or massacre was going ou.
He was just turning to fly the spot and
give the alarm, when he saw three or
four horses and mules saddied and
hitched together by the roadside, and
near them negro man, looking off to-
wari the firing and grinning enjoy
ment from ear to ear. Rapidly ap-
proaching this man, the Mortified
minister asked, in an agitated voice:
"For Gods sake, friend. what is going
un?' The negro quietly laughed and
said: 'Shol nothin' to be skeered at;
it's only some O. dere fun" "Fun! but
what are they shooting und screaming
SO about?" ''Oh. massa. dey's only
playin' like as eff de Ku Klux was arter
dem an givin' 'em particular hell.
Dey's gwine to de meetin' to Clifton,
to night, an dey wants to get de sym
paties OBJ de Republicans on count OBJ
dere narrer 'scape, you see. Look ut
dem now"
Mr.. Breed did look, and saw an Ala
bama rehearsal of the most original
sort There were a buggy and ,iear-
born wagon in little open space in
tho swamp. In these vehicles were
hanging the hats and coats OF party
of eight men, four blacks and four
whites. who, in their shirt-sleeves nnd
bareheaded, were firing volleys from
their revolvers into their clothes and
head-gear, and into the wagons, with
cries of, Take that, you rebel whelpi"
i've got you now, you Radical
skunkl" So, Sc.
"Who are those men2" asked Mr..
Breed. The negro, proud of being SO
well-informed, said, pointing: "Thnr's
Charley Hays-in course you know
him. He's our Congressman. That
man with tho calico shirt is Mr.. Anton
Nibbling. He's sort Of a Dntchmap,
l spec. Yonder's Luke Snoddy, and
t'otner's Simpson Breathitt." The
minister set all the names down in his
pocket book. "The darkeys there is
named Bob Fullerlovo, Abe Ezell, Bill