The Jackson standard. [volume] (Jackson C.H., Ohio) 1847-1888, 1885-11-26
BLOODY-SHIRT PAPERS!
Number vi.

here, IrlenQ! lake GneSe DeHlO-
cratic papers, and read the exultant
shouts over the recent triumphs Of the
Democracy Of Virginia and Mississ-
ippi. You have read them? Well,
let US start at this point and travel
back nearly quarter Of a century,
and see if we cannot discover this
same sentiment Of admiration for
Democratic traitors, all along the
way. Here we are in the presence Of
a body of the Democracy Of Jackson
county. They look determined-de-
| termined to remain out OF danger.
Some are armed with revolvers, some
with knives, and some with strong
tongues, and naught beside. This
warlike meeting is in the red-brush,
away back, where the recruiting
officer cometh not, and this meeting
is for the purpose Of discussing the
outrageous course of the Government
in attempting to coerce the States
composing the Southern Confederacy.
A speaker harangues the crowd, and,
fourishing the revolver, declares that
before the - Abolitionists
shall coerce State, they must walk
over his dead body" A universal
shout Of approval goes up, and there
are thirty or forty men there only too
anxious to became corpses in the in
terest Of Jeff. Davis. There is to be
a great meeting on the morrow, and
these loyal (?) citizens resolve that
every man will be there. With a
final pledge to stand by the great de-
mand for 'peace on any terms" they
dispense But on the morrow bright
and early, they appear again, and the
ninth hour of the day witnesses a
long line of vehicles stringing along
the road toward the place Of meeting.
One wagon displays but a simple
hickory bush; another has sprays Of
butternut attached to the horses bri-
dies: another has sheet Tapping
from hickory pole; in front rides
Withholding female, with hair flying
in the wind, and huge revolver
sticking from her belt. And demon
strations Of like character were visible
all along the line.
"What is this procession?" Why
this is the Democratic party, on its
way to hold'a mass meeting and de-
mand that the Government of the
United States cease its "Old John
Brown Raid'' on the States of the
South. This procession will parade
the principal streets. and strike terror
into the children, by the great array
Of brush and white rags. Of course it
will not sound pleasant to say that
these men in the North, whose neigh
bors are out in the field fightingsafor
the flag Of their country, are in SYM
pathy with the Democratic Rebellion.
Yet they are swearing vengeance on
the soldiers, and demanding peace at
the price Of surrender to the Southern
traitors.
Now let US view for a moment an
other picture-another procession.
Along another road comes a process
ion Of vehicles and horsemen moving
with much more solemnity and de-
liberation. An air Of sadness pre-
walls throughout the the entire num-
Der of those in attendance. In the
front vehicle there is-not hickory
pole, not a white flag, not butternut
bush-but a dead Union Soldier.
There's bloody shirt in that vehicle
A brave Jackson county boy, as
warm-hearted boy as lived, a favor
ite with all who knew him. Shot
down by the murderous traitors who
sought to destroy the Nation because
a Republican was elected President.
The first procession we have spoken of
deserves place in the same picture
with the last. They belong together.
The movement Of the procession with
the butternut brush has possibly pass
ed out Of the minds Of many of our
citizens, but the grave on the hill over
in Franklin township remains to tell
of the horrible work of Democratic
traitors. An aged man was deprived
Of the strong arm which he had hoped
would be his stay and strength in his
old age, and it would have required a
hard-hearted scoundrel to ask our old
friend Maj. Hale to forget the past,
while the form of his boy slept be-
meath the surface of the farm over
which his infant feet had played.
There was a wound in the heart Of
our old friend which he carried down
to his own grave. "Well, what of it?'
you say, thousands of good young
men were killed in the same way"
So they were, dear friends, but euery
one Of them aoas killed by a Democrat!
We remember George Hale, young,
handsome, jolly, as he rode into town
on horseback, in the campaign of 1860,
carrying a rail-emblematic of the
candidacy Of ''Old Abe But no
sooner had the rail-splitter of Illinois
been declared President-in fact no
sooner had the result Of the election
been ascertained, than the Democratic
party of the South-the party now in
possession of the Nations capital,
went into open rebellion, and attempt
ed to destroy the life of the Nation
Among those who went to the front !