Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-09-23
A POLITICAL TRIP VAN wNKLR
Or the Bloody Shutters 1874 Years After
the War.
Eton PUCK.

From Puck.
Ii was in the year 1899, q cold, bleak
December day, and the century was going
out with a wall Of winds amid the shift
ing snowdrifts.
A belated but intelligent farmer was
hurrYing homeward along the desolate
country, when at the summit Of q wind
swept hill he encountered an aged man,
standing stock-still in the storm, evident
ly Obvious Of his surroundings.
The aspect Of the stranger was venera-
Bile, although his eve was wild and wan
dering, and his manner, as he stood, aim
lessly gesticulating. by the roadside. gave
reason for some doubt as to his sanity.
Moved by natural sentiment OF pity,
the farmer approached the aged stranger,
and asked ii he could be Of assistance.
"Yes," said the old man, eXcitedly; II
wish to talk to you, my friend"
"The country is in danger To-day the
unsatisfied legions of the South, hungry
for power, have displaced the loyal sup
porters of the Union. They hold the ma
tion in their unrelenting grasp. Bound
together by ties of every conceivable
crime in an unholy alliance cemented by
fraternal blOodshed. the myrmid0ns OF Sc
cession stand in one hideous phalanx,
ready TO hold by the foulest means what
they have gained by treachery, violence,
and corruption.
"The air still rings with the shrek of
the tortured negro, and every hour the
letters that once we struck from his trem-
bling limbs are more firmly riveted on
again. The blood Of innocent Northern
men crlmsons the trunk of the palmetto
and drips from the messy beard of the cy-
press. South of Mason and Dixon's line
the land is one vast scene OF anarchy,
where the corpses of murdered men lie
thick as leaves in VallOmbrosa. Elec-
tion by ballot has become a hideous
mOokery. At the point of the shotgun the
negro is deprived of his natural rights.
1t is time for all loyal men to join to-
gether, once and tor all, to crush out the
hated monster of Treason. The south"
YES" interrupted the farmer sOOth-
Ingly' 81 have heard that the condition Of
affairs in South America is very unfOr-
tunate; but, you know, it Is impossible to
keep these small Latin nations from quar-
reling among Themselves; and, really, it
is all far away, and of so little Importance
to us here that there does not seem to be
any great necessity for an aged man like
you to stand out here in this Indictment
weather and converse about 1t. Never
mind South America"
"Who said anything about South
American" burst in the stranger, angrlly.
Il am speaking OF the southern part OF
the United States of Americo--of Georgia,
Alabama, Louisiana, and other ensan.
guined haunts of disloyalty. l am speak
ing of the South, her hands red with pa
triot blood, spilled in the greatest civil
war that ever"
'Great ScOttp' cried the astOnished
farmer. "SOuth! Civil war! Why, man,
that civil war was ended 1874 years ago,
and the South is just the same as New
England. Who in heavens name are
you?D
"My name," said the aged stranger, is
John Sherman"
"Whatl' the farmer gasped; 'the
brother of the William Tecumseh Sher-
man who fought in the war you speak
OFF"
''The same"
"But you are dead, are you not2'
81 have been dug up" responded the
stranger, YEARLY, and have got a-gOing,
land 1 can't stop. The blood-stained
South"
But the farmer had fed.