The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1876-07-19
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1GfFE GOT fAHOU9H kx9AxfE0.
| lie had wooden leg, three faecfs 1eSs
gone from the left hand, and he had to use .
crutcl. In the dusk Of the evening he sat
down on dry goods box on the street corner,
and striking tho ground with his csutch, hs
exclaimed
Wei, old psrd. tho wAr's ovsr Il osnas
jyonr hand <slixke hand / - 4 y 4 80 v S
q ~ shookell ~ cfatoh will i l,6.f<v ~
Twill, and confined
e. " Thsfsse ~ mofe re6 Is IH6sS YS6l'f
We're III Auaeficans md 1saedlnS sho6i6s<
70 shoulder south CArolina aloax sIdS Masna-
chusetts--we can lick tie boots ora any a.
tim under the sun =
| lie waited awhile, and then went 81
No m re nkirnishes--no more fouts
Uncle Robert 10 dead, General Grant wants
peace, and thy're melting up swords and
buyuuets 70 nnko cott0h-min machinery
We're about through camping out, old pard,
and we hain't sorry--not q biti''
| He leaned his orutoh against the box, lifted
hts wooden leg, and said
Lost good leg up at FrederIcksbure
when was under Barksdale, and Burnside
thought he could whip old Uncle Robert and
Stonewall jackson together Good Lord
but wasn't 1t hot that day, when the Yanks
laid their pontoons and got up and got for us!
And when wegot up and got for them. wasn's
1t red hot /"
He stopped to ponder for while, and bis
voice was softer IA he said
:. But forgive 'em. took the chances,
and lost. I'm reaching out now to shake
hands with tho Yank who shot me, and Ill
divide my tobacco half and half with him.
T. was big war. Yank aud reb stood right
mp and showed pluck, but It 10 time to forgive
and forget"
| He cut off a chew Of his plug, took on his
battered Inst and lonked at 1t, and continued
Didn't we all comc Of une bloods Haunt
we the big American natious Isn't this here
United States the biggest plantation on the
river, and Is there nation In the world that
dares knock the chip of our shoulder?
Maryland. my Maryland
Mchlsan. my Michigan"
He put down his leg, looked at his crippled
hand, and soil quized =
Three fingers gone-hand used up, but
I'm satisfied. Folks who 90 to war expect
to feel bullets. We stood up to the Yank
they stood up to us--it was a fair fout, and
we got licked. Two fingers hain't as good az
five, but they are good enough to shake hands
with Come up hare, you Yanks, and grip
me! We raise cotton down here--you raise
corn up there--let's trade =
He lifted his crutch, struck II down hard,
and went ON
Durn family who'll fight each other.
We've got the biggest and best country that
ever laid out Of doors, and Ii any foreign de-
| spot throws club at the American Eagle.
we'll shoulder arms and shoot him into thu
middle Of next week -
Ho sat and pondered while the shadows
grew deeper and deeper, aud by and by he
said:
There's lots of graves down here--there's
heaps Of war orphans up North I'm Crippled
up and half sick, bit I'm going to git up and
hit the onery cnss who dares to say word
again either We've got through lighting,
we're shaking hands now and durn tho man
who says word to interrupt the harmony.
It's one family--old Uncle SANS boys and
gals and babies-and we're going TO live IN
tho Same house, eat at the same table. and
turn out bigger crops than any other ranch
on the globe" e
iIe rose up to 60, raped on the box With
his crutcll, and continued
q Resosusd, That this glorious old family
stick together in the old homestead for this
next million years to come. -" VicksbuTg
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