The Iuka vidette. (Iuka, Miss.) 1894-1912, 1894-11-29

II that old rascal Putnam had lived in
Abraham's day or Isaac's, reckon be
would have tried to run off their slaves.
wish he had, for tho old patriarch
would have taken his scalp and that
would have stopped the breed won
der why those philanthropists don't
raise quarrel with the Almighty for
letting His patriarchs own slaves and
make human cattle" of them, as this
man Putnam says we did. His petty
ISLANDERS fatigue our Indignation and
mis- article is foul blot upon the paper
And M. Fields allows all this old rot
tenness to go into HIS paper as interest
ing "reminiscences, knowing that the old
fanatic, Putnam, was as much a law.
breaker as old John Brown or any an
archist Yes, knowing that Roger B.
fancy had decided the fugitive slave
law to be constitutional; knowing that
Daniel Webster, the immortal states
man, was the author of the law, and
had 1T passed for the sake of peace and
justice; knowing that England had only
four years before this (lS43) given free
dom to her slaves, and paid their own
ers for them; knowing that the old ma.
lignant lie about Mr.. Davis trying to
escape in woman's garment had been
proven to be a lie a hundred times, not
only by Senator Reagan and Governor
Lubbock and William Preston Johnson,
who were with him whom arrested, but
by the officer OF the guard who captured
himi knowing that the Southern people
have never-dying admiration for Mr..
Davis and will resentin their hearts any
faint or SANDER upon his memory;
knowing all these things, DR.. Fields,
whom we have honored at the South,
wantonly and willingly presents his
columns to be used for the purpose of
gloating over our wrongs and insulting
friends Of our illustrious dead. And
that same old slanderer, Albion Tour
gee, is out in a late issue of The Inter
Ocean denouncing the South in the
most malignant language for our bru-
tality to the negro, and he warns the
, North to rise in her majesty and place
the negro on his Feet by force. What
he writes is read and believed by thou
sands. In 1866 the ku klux got after
him in North Carolina and ran him out
OF the State, and he has never gotten
over it. He is a fine writer and has a
malignant heart, and has done more to
keep up the alienation of the sections
than any other man. How long is this
bitterness to last. 1t would seem that
thirty years ought to have been enough,
but our Northern friends are few and
far between. Tourgee says that all
that soldering over Gen. Gordon at
Pittsburg by the Grand Army of the
Republic was the merest rot, and would
pass away with the hour. 1t looks that
way, for read the mammoth Pittsburg
papers and saw how many rebel flags
they had in the grand procession. II
they had any kind feelings to our sol
diers, they would give them back and
not go Haunting them in our faces. II
l was a Northern soldier l would be
ashamed to keep flag that it took
nearly 100000 of men to capture from
600, 00o If was Northern soldier
would never Drag about the war, but
would take of my hat to every rebel
met.
Now let the South stand united. II
will take us all to stem the tide of con
tinued persecution. Let Democrats and
Populists get together again and stay
together. A divided South will lose us
the next administration, and then we
may bid farewell to tariff reform. Pro.
lection will be the Republican watch
word, and we must fight it. l have in
my pocket knife that cost in London
22115 cents, and the same knife costs 60
cents here. l have just seen a wooden
suit that was cut and made to order in
London for $40, that is $50 here. How
long can we afford to pay for this kind
of protection? Sewing machines that
cost US $50 here are shipped to South
America and sold for $50. Protection
keeps out the foreign manufacturer and
leaves us at the mercy of our own. just
think of it! Tho American maker
makes so large profit that he can
afford to ship to Brazil and sell for $50
the identical machine that he makes us
pay $40 for! And we have been sleep
ing over this kind of oppression for hall
a century. Add to this cents pound
for cotton and then see what fools We
mortals bel' BILL ARP.