The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1916-06-22
A Saloon i'm a Brush Heap.

conflict the Western division OF the
Confederate army under Gen. Joseph
E. Johnson, came to rest at Bunalo
creek, near Greensboro, N. G. 1t was
near this place that Gen. CornWallls
met his defeat in the Revolutionary
war. It was at Greensboro, as we'll
as I remember, that the last meeting
of President Davis and Gen. Johnson
was held. Twas here, until a few
years ago, the old Quaker church at
Guilford college which CornWallls
used as hospital for his wounded
showed the stains of blood. In a
thoughtless moment this old build
ing was torn down and this touch OF
war paint was removed-but it is not
forgotten. The immortal words OF
James Pugh, who with IL others was
hanged by the British, are engraved
on marble, 'HThe shedding of our
blood will be as good seed sown on
good ground which shall bring forth
an hundred fold" It is near mere
the bronze statue to the memory OF
Karanpoppuc Turner stands not only
to tell of a mothers devotion to her
son but to point our American women
in the way of service to their country.
The battle oak, bitten, it is said, by
CORVALLIS horse, now stands near
here with it's Al vigorous branches,
keeping time with the growth of the
union of States, inviting us to con-
slider it as a part of our unwritten
history and calling forth our admins
tration by the spread of it's branches
and the power of their resistance.
In the midst of such environments
it might we'll be asked how can we
explain the existence of a saloon in
brush heap? This explanation is
all too easy to give. The Confeder-
acy had an enemy more powerful
than itself, that had cast off the pro-
lection guaranteed by the United
States constitution to private proper
tt, and our people were trying to hide
their personal effects on every side
and in almost every nook and cor
ner. It seems that we were just led
by supernatural power up to Green's
boro to find in the last chapter and
Oh. the last page Of the four years
conflict the saloon in the brush heap,
to show that we were not only bat
ting against enemies of the South
but against the constitution of the
United States as we'll. They tried to
reconstruct us, but did they ever re-
construct themselves? But who are
the witnesses that proved the saloon
was in the brush heap? Well, there
they are-Tom Wright and Ephriam
Amacker, of the Seventh South Caro-
lima regiment; they found it. There
was a division of it and mighty
sight of speech making and such like
following for a while. w. A. Wat
son even put off writing to his sweet
heart til another day!
"Hello, Ike!"
In the winter of 1868 the second
regiment of South Carolina cavalry
spent some time in winter quarters
near Hamilton crossing. Outside of
picket patrol and guard duty, little
else was done.
I do not now recall just where the
expression Hello, Ike was first in
troduced, but do remember that it
was general regimental term Of
greeting for almost every one who
would ride singly through the camp.
One day it chanced that Col. T. j..
Lipscomb, who was colonel of the
regiment, rode through. At the
sound of his horses feet some one
started the greeting ''Hello, Ike and
as usual it spread through the camp.
The colonel of course took it good
humoredly.
At this time an application had
been sent to the war department ask
ing for a transfer of the second
South Carolina cavalry from Virginia
to South Carolina. A hearing from
the application was expected almost
any day and there was great hope
that it would be granted. A snow
had fallen just before the sounding
of tattoo. Some one in the vicinity
OF Col. Lipscomb's tent shouted out,
tHThree cheers for South Carolina. r"
Those who had refrained from greet
ing the passerby with Hello, Ike
Joined the music of cheering. The
band played Dixie and ''Sweet
Home" and there was a rush to COM
pany headquarters to get the news
while the horses manifested their
readiness for a charge; nobody seem
ed to know what it all meant. Di-