The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1882-05-06


splitting the wien of every unfortunate
landlord who has the misfortune to own
house. In little while, if this thing
goes on a man would stand about the
same chance as woodcock or quail
with this difference, however, that there
would be no month in the year when the
game would be out of season. Every
stone fence would bristle with shot-guns
and each hedgerow glisten with pixies
and scythes.
4Not many months ago, the celebrated
Capt. Boycott, whose name is now
immortal, visited the United States; and,
being a gentleman of moderate means,
he put up at Earls Hotel, in this city,
which, although not one of the most
expensive, is, nevertheless, one of the
most comfortable to be found in New
York. As soon as it was discovered that
Capt. Boycott (the infamous Capt. Boy
cott, the villainous Capt. Boycott, the
sassanach and traitor, the hoary villain,
who had actually dared to stand up, for
his own rights on his own hearthstone,
this monastery was i'll New York, you may
guess there was the ID to pay. Notice
was Immediately sent to the proprietor
of the hotel that he must forthwith turn
Capt. Boycott and his family into the
streets, and this was TO be done peremp-
torily, and Oh the instant. There was
no time given for shilly-shailying; not a
moment for consideration. Capt. Moon
light gave the order, and ont he must go,
threatening, if he was not kicked out,
direst penalties and the most terrible
malediction. Of course, the proprietor
was horribly frightened; and you would
naturally suppose that, to save his
reputation and his business, he sent
Capt. Boycott's bandboxes flying out the
window; but lie didn't. He went right
out and he bought :. big British flag, and
he twined it up with the stars and
stripes, and he flung it to the breeze,
giving all ruf1ians aud blackguards, and
murderers notice that, as long as one
shred of either flag remained, Or lie could
buy cartridges enough toload a revolver,
just SO long those flags aud that revolver
should protect his guest. Capt. Boycott
remained there all honored guest, till it
suited his convenience to return to
England; and | have yet to learn that
Mr. Earl has suffered to the value of a
dollar i'll his pocket, while he has earned
the respect of every honest man by
refusing to be frightened by the "raw-
head-and- bloody bones manifesto of So
called Knights or Grand Statisticians.
Strikes! strikess strikes are now IN
order Strike everybody you can, and
for just as much as you can and when
you've, knocked {; fellow down, so for
him, take all he has got, and after you
have let him up, go for the rest. Capital
is tyranny. Acculnulations OF wealth
are disastrous to a free country con-
sequently, there should be no capitalists
but "we-us- s-and-company," and no ac-
cumulations Of wealth but those in our
own pockets. That's my motto, and
don't care who knows it. The funny
portion of the boyeotting sstfair is, that
the New York TfEuld has been q sort OF
quasi champion Of labor, and, in the
present trouble, their chickens came
home to roost. On Tuesday night all
the printers in the World Office struck for
higher wages. Men who had been work
ing there for twenty years walked away
from their cases without a moments
notice; and now the champions have a
good chance to know how it is them
selves. It is not a pleasant thing to
think of, but there are revolutionary
elements at work here day aud night
seething, boiling, never resting-quite
as bad, and quite as bloody as those
which made the streets of Paris run wifi
human gore, a little less than hundred
years ago, when Jacobin and Girondes1
were only the French names Of ou1
modern Grand Statisticians.
On Monday steamship arrived III this
city, having six hundred Irish girls OF
board, and not man except the Captain
| and crew among the whole batch. 1t i:
currently reported, and believed, that al
of them had places provided for then
before they left the q ould sod.' dom
wonder the Irish are getting mad;
, don't know how the crop holds out il
Limerick and Sligo, but you wouldn'
| catch me living in a country from which
all the pretty girls had moved. l car
we'll imagine that it must he might,
rough living over there. British soldiers
everywhere, female society growing
scarce, and an exhorbitant tax OF
whiskey, what is there left for poo
man in such land I So, if my voic'
could reach across the sea, would say
in the language of Horace the Immortal
(" Come West, my Milesian friend, ant
buy d farm" The emigration is rollins
in mighty stream, never SO great a
now; three, four, five thousand a day
and yet these mighty hosts are absorbe'
and swallowed up, as surely aud a
silently as pebble in the torrent O
Niagara Four or five mammoth steamer
came in single day. In the morning
all was noise, hustle and activity; tn
harsh jargon of many tongues max
Babel seem not far off. By night all