The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1874-11-11
A Ku Klux Rehearsal.
coScnrssnAN nAks. oAuGli1r MANU-.
FAcTURiNG oUrRAGES IN CulcKAsA-
BoGUE.

One Of tho clcverest and most
amusing Of the late Judge Long.
streets tales 10 his "Gcorgia Scenes, u
il that one in which he givos sam
pie Of "Georgia Thoatrics." lie mar
rates that he happened, whi,o riding
in the "dark cor!,er of Lincoln" to
surprise an ingenious yonth rehcars
ing tho characters aud all the par.
ttioulars of Lincoln Court house
light, from the preliminary banter
challenge, and cliuch, to the final
gougc and surrender. But truth is
always stranger than fiction, aud what
Judge Lougstreet probably only
imagined Of the da.k corner of Liu.
colp, is surpassed by what u clerical
gentleman 4cciaentally happened to
see thu other day in a corucr Of Maren-
bo hard by Wilcox. The story is too
good to be lost, the more especially
as it concerns our scamp Of a Cou-
Eressman, Charley Hays, who tells Il
story Of goodly proportions himself
upon occasion.
The Rev. John Mckee Breed: a
Baptist clergyman, being On sort, of
circuit ridcri in company with his wife,
had left. tho railroad at Spring Hill,
where he had f.iend, from whom
he obtained Il carriage and horse to
enable him TO get to Clifton, in Will
cox county. This was last week, SO
I am Informed. Mr.. Breed took
Linden and Shiloh ou his way,
preuching Or lecturing (he was seek-
Ing money in aid Of foreign missious)
1t pot h places. lie stopped all night
at Shiloh, aud lelt iii tho morning
for Clifton, where he heard there was
to he II Republican mcvting that
night. Hc filled his appointment at
Clifton, spent the night there, and
in til. morning started on his return.
Just beyond Shiloh is pretty cx-
tensivo and very dismal swamp,
known as Chickasabogue swamp,
through which the road to Linden
and Demopolis passes. . v
Driving through this swamp Mr..
Breed was suddenly startled to heal
shouts, cries and repeated firirgs Just
ahead of him, in the deepest and
thickest part of the swamp. lie
stopped his carriage, got down, made
his wife get down, tied his horse Sc.
purely, aud then leaving Mrs. Breed
standing in the road by the carriage,
went forward to recoDnoitcr. The
Shots and cries grew louder as he ap-
preached the spot, and the reverend
gentleman was firmly persuaded ii
horrible battle or massacre was going
on. lie was just turning to fly the
spot and give the alarm; when he
saw three or four horse and mu es
saddled and hitohed together by the
roadside, aud nSa. tGem ueyro man,
looking off toward the hring and
gr,nning enjoy meut t; om car to ear.
Rapidly approaching thi s man, the
horri6el mini5ter asked in an agita
ted voice: "For Gods sake, friend
what is going on7' The negro
quiotly laughed and said "Sho
nolhin' to bs skeercd at it's only
some O. dcre fun" "Fun tut what
ore they shooting anG. screaming, SC
about 70 80, mussa, dey's, only
ter dem an givin' 'em particiler hell
Dcy's gwine to de meetin' to Clifton
tonight, an dey wants to get do sy m
tafes Oh de Republican OIL 'count oh
Jere narrct 'scapej you see. Look al
dem how." -. -,
Mr.. Breed did look, and saw al
Alabama rehearsal Of the most origi
nal sort. Tho'e we're q buggy and q
Dearborn wagon in a little open spac;
IN tho swamp. In these vehicles
were hanging the hats and coats of a
party of eight mon, four black and
four white, who, in their shirts oeve:
and bareheaded, were firing ,volley:
from their revolvers into thei'
clothes and hcad-gea and iuto The
va yons, with cries Of, "Iakc that, yol
rebel whelp |" "I'ye sot you now
YOU Radical skunk (" &c., DC.
"Who are those men :" as kcd Mr.
Breed. The negro, proud of being St
~ell.informcd, said, pointing -
"Thar's Charley Hays-in cours
YOU know him. He's our Congress
man. That man with the calico shir
is Mr.. Anton Nibbling. He's sort 0
Dutohmap, spec. Yonder's LUX
Snoddy, and t'othor's Simpson
Breathitt." The minister setall tn
tile names in his pockot-book. "Th
darkys there is named Bob Fuller
lovo, Abe Ezell, Bill Henson an
I,oligec Jack-I don't know what hi
Christen namc mout be-" "W hat
yours 2" asked the minister. "Mine'
Nelse Colvin." "Whore do 20
live Z" cup Demcpolis way."-
swell, Nelson, want you to got i
mv oarriooa with mo--it's lust bac