The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1896-04-09

posed to Senator Hills Bill to Per.
NIT ex.Confederates to Hold Posi-
tions as Commissioned Officers In
the Army and Navy.
Wilmington Messenger.l
Have you ever heard OF the great
American captain, General Napoleon
Caesar Wellington Boutelle, from the
frozen regions of Maine, and now a
member of the United States House of
Representatives. He is The great SOL
dier of our country. He neither
"fought, bled nor died" in the war be-
tween the States, but he has been on
the war, path ever since it closed, and
has been engaged in some very sangui-
nary campaigns ever since the Maine
ties sent him to Washington. He is a
terrific fighter in peace time, and an
extreme South hater at all times. 1t
is his meat and drink by day, and his
sleep by night. He is the bloodiest
soldier Gin the files of time" Fact!
He has slaughtered with his tongue
,nore Confederates than the Pennsyl-
vania "Buck-tails" killed in the war.
Gen. Epaminondas Alexander Fred
erick the Great Boutelle is simply and
generally and particularly immense.
He deserves statue of brass and life
in jest-books with newspaper portraits
of Immortality.
Well, this Gen Boabadil Don Quix-
ote Tecumseh, Sherman Boutelle, of
Tiger Rendezvous, Maine, has been
flashing his tomahawk la Blaine in
the House and threatening the scalps
of the harmless men of the South who
sit in such imminent danger from his
kindling and consuming wrath. And
what is it all about? Attend:
The fight began because of a ques-
tion raised by bill of Senator Dave
Hills relating to the appointment Of
officers in the army or navy from
among those who served in the Con-
federacy, who previous to the outbreak
OF the war, held commissions as off,
GERS in the United States service. The
bill passed the Senate and was favora.
hly reported to the House by Mr..
Hull, chairman of the committee on
Military Affairs. This aroused the
mighty ire of the great soldier, and
like lion from his lair, he jumped
into the middle of the arena, gave a
horrid roar and then pranced around
and howled and split the air and swore
it would never do. "What! Put
traitors on duty? What! Allow trail
tors to fight for their country! Nevare,
Nevare, Mr.. Speaker! will unsheath
my gigantic sword ofdeath and squash
the entire South, before l will stand by
consenting to such disgrace and
wrong" And then Gen. Sheridan
Cromwell Kirkpatrick Boutelle, all the
way from Maine, blew a fearful blast
through his fingers, and swinging and
circling over his fiery head his terrific
blade of death he danced the war
dance of the Sioux, and said 81 am
ready to die right now for my coun-
try" And the galleries looked on at
the fine fun, and the pages eat goob-
ers in silence, and wondered what next,
1t was awful times you bet. 1t brought
out some daring patriots to the rescue,
and Gen. Grosvener and Gen. Pickler
fought side by side with Gen. Walker
and Gen. Wheeler, late of the Con-
federacy, against the terrific and battle
breathing Gen. Bombastes Furioso Ben
Butler Boutelle, of the Maine contin.
gent of decayed and delayed war pa
,riots and irrepressibles.
But all of the frantic appeals and
snorting periods of the great soldiers
eloquence were powerless. When the
vote came he stood we'll nigh alone in
his glory, and yet he had not the de-
cency to fold his mantle about him,
cover his head in shame and die then
and there. He rode his prancing
Rozinante right at and over the dis
mounted Southern Brigadiers, and ye,
strange to say he was the only soldier
who got fall and was mud covered.
When he voted NO "solitary and
alone" he evidently felt like uncle
Gabe at the meeting; he knew h. was
bit hard
And he smiled kind of sickly smile,
and curled up on the floor.
And the subsequent. proceedings interested
him no more"
So this man of war thirty odd years
after peace was declared, stands re-
buked and should be spurned. His
floating plumes droop now, and his tin
sword is broken, and his absurd call
for boots and saddles rings out as the
cry of a fool with one hobby. This
flouting Of the Southern soldiers, and
this Haunting of the old bloody shirt,
faded and dIlapidated and full of holes
have had their evil day. There will
be fanatics and haters SO long as they
survive, but the South is all right. If
this country should by any foolish act
of the Government be drawn into a
war with some great Foreign Power,
and the 100000 of Southern
whites should refuse to lift hand the
demagogues of the ranting type who
carry on war in peace times should be
put in the front OF battle. But when
war shall come the South will do its
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