The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1884-11-17
The Rebel Yell.
Emotions of the SOutb Carolina BOMrbons
over Cleveland's Election.
(areenvllle Is. G. DAILY Nows.)


This town went wild last night. A torch
light procession of Democrats paraded the
streets, bonfires were set blazing, cannon
roared, the City Hall bell rang out the glori-
ou3 news and all the factory whistles blew,
creating a splendid din aud mingling with
the unceasing yells of the triumphant De-
mocracy, who crowded Main street and lis
tened at half dozen different stands Of
speakers who were hauled from the crowds
aud pat up to talk and to swell the enthusi-
asm which burst all restraints Of dignity and
every trammel OF custom.
There are no words to express the present
emotions of the Democrats of the South,
and there is no use trying to find them. We
hoped that after the first flush of victory had
passed aud the delightful shock of triumph
was lesseued by time and familiarity, we
could frame some coherent sentences to tell
how the News and the vast majority of its
readers think and feel. But we give 1t up.
The occasion is too great to be measured by
words; the joy is too wild and magnificent
to be shaped and pressed into written or
spoken phrases. There is only one thing for
It; oRly one method to meet the requirement
OF the time. That is to go out where there
is an abundance of room and plenty Of free,
elastic, pure air, and with head thrown back,
swinging hat, distended mouth aud the
throttles of the throat wide open to utter a
series of clear, resonant, ear-piercing rebel
yells which will send the atmospheric sound
waves laden with triumph and JOY rolling
and vibrating through streets and over hills
and fields until they break and die among
the remotest echoes. For three days con-
hicting emotions of hope and fear, Joy and
anguish have been tearing Democratic
breasts, and they have produced cyclone of
feeling which cannot be controlled moderated
or limited. There is no proper expression of
our feelings except the wild, piercing scat
tering yels, natural only in Southern throats
aud developed by experience under the
Southern coniederacy and in 1876. The
rotten, debased, prostituted and tyrannical
Republican party is overthrown, and the
bearer of its black and threatening flag is
PROSTATE under the most terrible rebuke
ever given human being. The splendid,
clean, glorious Democracy, the party of the
people and the party of peace and good feel
ing, is victorious. The scalawags and car
pet-baggers who are now holding the radical
party OF the South together MUST GO. The
white men who have sold out their princl-
pies and abandoned their race because they
believed the Republican party would retain
power forever, will be taught that they have
received less than mess of pottage and will
be forced to do honest work or left to starve
under the indignant scorn of the Democrats
who have faithfully stood by their party and
principles through years Of doubt and disas-
ter, and now gloriously triumph. Cleveland
is elected President. The long night is over.
The day has come. The war is over. The
reign of the carpet bagger and the scallawag,
of the white traitor and the black striker is
over forevsrl This white mans country is
going to be ruled by white men, and the
South is going to have a boom like that Of
California in 1949.
Yelll