Los Angeles daily herald., 1875-08-19
gus Anseles Aerald.
THURSDAY, Y,.......AUGUST 10, 1879.
We've Got Through Fighting.

He had wooden leg, three fingers
were gone from the left hand, and he
had to use crutch. In the dusk of
the evening he sat down on a dry
goods box on the street corner, and
striking the ground with his crutch,
he exclaimed:
DWELL, old pard, the wars over!
Gimme your hand-shake hardW
He shook the crutch with hearty
good will, and continued;
"There's no more reb-no more
Yank! We're all Americans, and
standing shoulder to shoulder-South
Carolina alongside Massachusetts
we can lick the boots off from any ma
ton under the sunr
He waited awhile and then went on:
mo more skirmishes-n more fouts
uncle Robert is dead, Gen. Grant
wants peace, and tey're melting up
swords and bayonets to make cotton
mill machinery! We're about through
camping out, old pard, and we hain't
sorry-not a bitn'
He leaned the crutch against the
box, lifted his wooden leg, and said:
"Lost good leg at Fredericksburg
when 1 was under Barksdale, and
Burnside thought he could whip old
uncle Robert and Stonewall Jackson
together! Good Lord! but wasn't it
hot that day; when the Yanks laid
their pontoons and got up for us! And
when we got up and got for them,
wasn't it red hotW
He stopped to ponder for awhile,
and his voice was softer as he said:
''But / forgive 'em! l took the
chances, and lost. Pm reaching out
now to shake hands with the Yank
who shot me, and I'll divide my tobac-
co half and half with him. 1t was big
war. Yank and reb stood right up
and showed pluck; but its time to for
give and forget.n
He cut off chew of his plug, took
off his battered hat and looked at it,
and continued:
Didn't we all come of one blood?
Hain't we the big American nation?
Isn't this here United States the big
gest plantation on the river, and is
thele nation in the world that dares
knock the chip off our shoulder?
Maryland, my Maryland,
Michigan, my Michigan"
crippled hand, and soliloquized:
"Three fingers gone hand used up,
but I'm satisfied. Folks who go to
war expect to feel bullets. We stood
up to the Yank-they stood up to US
it was fair fout, and we got licked.
Two fingers hain't as good as five, but
they are good enough to shake hands
with. Come up here you Yanks, and
grip me! We raise cotton down here
you raise corn up there, let's tradew
He lifted his crutch, struck it down
hard, and went on:
"Durn family who'll fight each
other. We've got the biggest and
best country that ever laid cut of
doors, and ifany foreign despot throws
a club at the American eagle We'll
shoulder arms and shoot him into the
middle of next weekW
He eat and pondered while the shad-
ows grew deeper, and by and by he
said:
FThere's lots of graves down here
there's heaps o. war orphans up north
Pm crippled up and half sick, but Pm
going to git up and hit the onery cuss
who dares to say a word again either.
We've got through fighting, we're
shaking hands now, and durn the man
who says word to interrupt the har-
mony. It's one family-ole Uncles
SANS boys and gals and babies-and
we're going to live in the same house,
eat at the same table, and turn out
bigger crops than any other ranch on
the globe"
He rose up to go, raped on the box
with his crutch, and continues:
"Resolred that this glorious old
family stick together in the old home
stead for the next million years to
Gomez