Clarksville weekly chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1873-1890, 1876-01-15

EDITORS CHRONICLE You will
doubtless be surprised at receiving a
communication from this part of Rad
icaldom, as your humble servant, |
expect is about the only reader of the
dear old CHRONICLE in this State
But when the last number was re-
ceived to-day, bearing date of Deem
Der %, | could not resist the impulse
of the moment to write few lines to
you. The visits of the CHRONICLE are
always gladly welcomed, but the one
of to-day particularly so, because it
brought to mind the many merry
christmas days, spent in old Mont
gomery in the days lang syne. with some
of the best of the South Side boys, at
least many of them are considered
good men, whatever they might have
been as boys. That famous wolf hunt
er is a sample of them, with many
others whose names I see mentioned
from time to time in the CHRONICLE,
besides host of them, who with us
grew to manhood and are filling life's
mission, acting their part in the dra
ma, or have passed on to that bourne
from whence no traveller returns
And there are others whose names
bring back pleasant memories of the
past. Charlie, who now wears the err
mine, one of earliest schoolboy friends,
who we suppose has long since forgot
ten US, or thinks of us as numbered
among the dead. And Major Hick
I wonder if he now remembers little
ride we took with the boys in blue,
and our early breakfast with Capt. L.
Y. d., winding up with our grand en-
tree into GAINESVILLE, the observed of
all observers, from whence, after a
short stay, we were ordered to make
visit to the capitol of our dear old
State the successful escape, and re-
capture of the gallant Major, (by the
way he was the only man l ever saw
go into battle laughing), all of which
form quite an episode in the life of
one of old Montgomery's truest men
and bravest soldiers. And then there
is old Wash Gelby, seeking to hide be-
hind such a nom de guerre as that
Please ask him if a duck will swim,
and if he still remembers the charge
at Falling Water, and his gallant char
ger. Perhaps he will think the last
a bootless question, to be asked by
some one from away down in South
Carolina.
Then came the pleasant letters, with
grange notes. from Woodlawn, where
we once spent two years, working with
j. d. N, an honest, but as lazy man,
as ever lived and New Providence,
whose one street ought to be called
straight, if it is not. from whence the
acrostics come so freely OF, late to the
Chronicle. There, we spent few
months once, when We had run
away for the purpose of learning the
printers trade with the lamented Fax
on, of the Jeffersonian, but our heart
failed US, and we could venture no
nearer the goal of our boyish ambition
than the Red River bridge, and our
dreams of future glory were worn out
or dispelled by the hard labor of car
rying brick and mortar on our head to
build the big stack to Pettus and Cos
Touring mills at Trice's Landing,
which was the first job of work upon
which our gallant Nc G. was engaged
after he came south to work at his
trade of millwright.
And now dear CHRONICLE after so
many rambling "reminiscences l will
close by wishing you aud all your
readers a happy new Year, with much
prosperity in it for all the dear old
friends and acquaintance of the past.
| remain, yours truly,
VIDETTE.
Blackstock, Chester County S. G.
Dec. n 1875.