The post. [volume] (Middleburg, Snyder County, Pa.) 1864-1883, 1876-10-26

women and children were left PEN
niless, and the town Of Brady's Bend
was deserted, and il is 10 day little
better than q wilderness. All this
was the work Of Samuel J. Tilden.
While I was at the Centennial /
fell in with an acquaintance whome
II had met ia Washington about q
year before. Il was q Mrs. b, who
Ia about fifty years Of age, but look
ed TO be nearer seventy, and whose
story, re told, that pleasant Summer
afternoon, caused the blood Of her
hearers TO thrill with pity aud hor-
ror
Upon the breaking out Of the Re-
bellion, her husband then forty We
years Of age, raised company Of
men from his native town in Yer.
mont and went out to fight for the
flag, leaving her at home with a son
about l6 years Of age. Captain B.
was captured an d sent to Anderson
ville--escaped :; was recaptured with
bloodhounds, and 80 badly torn by
the dogs that he died before he had
been returned to his captivity. The
boy when nineteen enlisted as a
private and served through the war,
losing an arm, and after tho war set
tied in Louisiana. where he became
engaged by the Freedmens Bureau
in teaching school. Ho sent for his
mother and she went out to him,
and there they labored to instruct
the negroe in the rudiments OF edit
cation that he and his might be lift
ed out of the night of barbarism into
which slavery had plunged them,
and understood how to perform the
duties of good citizens in the new
path in which their footsteps had
been directed. II was not long be-
fore threatening letters became fire.
quent, and he was informed unless
he ceased to teach niggers he would
be dealt with as he deserved. Very
simple, that rather ambiguous to
some, but he understood it. Moth.
err" he said, II wasn't afraid to en-
list and fight I knew l stood
chan6e to got killed, and it seems to
me now as if my duty was here. and
knowing what is right must do it;
| will-stay." A fever came and the
young teacher was stricken down,
aud at the dead hour of night loud
knocking at tho door of the cottage
aroused the widow, who musing up>
on her unfortunate lot was sitting u
lone watcher by the bedside of her
only son. "Who is there ?" she
asked. Friends open the door,"
was the reply, aud to save waking
her son, who had fallen into slnmber,
she opened the door. If she had
not done 80 it would have boon bro
ken open.
A gang Of eight men entcrod with
blackened faces, and proceeding to
the bed shot the crippled invalid to
death. He was the only son of his
ruothor and she was widow.
After they had gone, some negroes
, who had heard the shots, came and
revived her aud she hid herself until
by tho halp Of friends she could
come North.
The reason for her telling the
story over was, I had met Tilden
man on the ground, very intelli-
gent gentleman who belonged to
that class, now fortunately less plen.
tiful than heretofore, who felt as If o
,, change OF administration was neces-
sary for the good Of the country and
who had been telling me how quiet
everything was in Southern States
where the Democracy had the rule
Yes, it is quiet, but it is the quietude
Of the grave, the stiffness OF absolute
terrorism.
J. as tho widows story ceased, the
;. big tears were coursing down the
= cheeks of my advocate Of Democracy
and every one who heard her was
y deeply affected. Said he: 81 have
!. voted the Democratic ticket all my
life, but il l ever vote it again, may
, I be damned eternally." Amen. was
, the reply, and now to all who want a
change say, pause and ponder over
the result when Louisiana scenes
may be multiplied and transferred TO
many other firesides.
Our political friends will be kept
| on the tip toe of anxiety for two
long weeks from Tuesday next. As
|, good soldiers they will not sleep at
their posts. Think OF the value OF
the principles at stake and the glory
Of discomfting an enemy, which,
i having failed in subverting our Gov
ernment by the force of arms, now
would do it by smuggling traitors
; into the citadel, and it will make you
! watch full and self-enduring.
DncyTT