Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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TO THE SOLDIERS OF THE CONFEDERACY. Confederates?I love the name Rebels?I feel no shame Veterans?Oh! so few, I dedicate this to you. All is silent in Dixie's trenches tonight Outnumbered by foes she feel in the right. She fought to the death, four long years she stood? But the shuddering sands drank Dixie's best blood. There's wildest grief in Dixie's cabins tonight. They know of the fray, but not of the fight, And the mother sends up a voiceless prayer? "Oh, Master, dear Master," my loved ones spare." There's woe and tears in Dixie's fair homes tonight. i They know of the fray?how ended the fight, And the mother bends o'er her children's bed. And watches as if for her lovely dead. There's doom and wilrl trniibln ir> Dixie today As they view their homes in saddest dismay. Oh! Dand of the Brave, sit not in the dust? God's anger is o'er?His mercy we'll trust. Hope has lighted her fires in Dixie today, She's ended the fight?just enters the fray. Like Samson she finds her hidden power, It comes to her in the crucial hour. \ Like Samson she's wielding her wonderful strength, Dixie has come into her own at length. "With one strong hand she handles the ringing hoe, The other lies in Virginia, you know. \ With one giddy foot she speeds the wav'ring plow, Gasps a smile and mops her furrowed brow. All's peace and hope in bright Dixie today. God grant in mercy that it's come to stay. | There's wealth and prowth in smilinp , Dixie today, Her women smile, her children lauph 1 and play, Her white staple flecks every land, every sea? Ah, Dixie Land, you are ploriously ] free. Your parners are bursting with rich 1 golden grain, ( Your empty coffers repleted again, ?h! Dixie send upward a voice of , praise And thanksgiving to the Ancient of , Days. All is unrest in our Dixie today, There comes the sound of battle o'er ! the way? A wail of woe, a cry of deepest pain ( Comes floating o'er the dark and sul- j len main. Tis a woman's wail for her lost lonely dead; , 'Tis the wall of children cryinp for bread. h! Dixie in this hour of Europe's shame Send clothes and food in His most holy name. Confederates, in our hour of deepest pain, No cry of cheer came for us o'er the dark main? Burope wrapt in prced, plut, envy and pride, Cave no heed to us, on the other side. But rebels in Cod's pure, holy and just law? That law emphatic, without fleck or flaw ? Return pood for evil?ripht for preat wronp His commands are miphty?His words are stronp. But I would not salue Europe's porj flap? more than T wonld a tattered rap. I But I would not salute Europe's pory waives B'er a nation of praves, her bravest of braves. Europe has forpotten her Cod and His word And now He unsheathes His powerful sword. Oh! Land of our love and our hope Deware: Lest you, too, His wrath and His vengeance share. Now, Confederates, I've a question to ask, T? answer it will be to you no task, I love the gray of every hue and shade Be it fine, or be it coarse and homemade. But I don't love the blue; I don't love frhe blue. Be honest now, Reb, say do you? do you? But I'm only jesting, as you all know, We feel better after giving a blow. But Dixie in that land we're going to, There will be no pray?there will be no blue; But a garment all gloriously white, F?r all who have conquered in the last great fight. ac n( re ar in to REV. A. A. JAMES. l,v Chaplain 18th Regiment S. V., and tr Pastor of Fair Forest and Salem of Churches, Union Co. During the he Four Years of the War "As w! Much a Soldier as Any Man er Who Commanded an Army di Corps." Jia Wi And oh, Dixie dear; there'll be no ln ugly fights, wi 1.1 1.. .1 i-i- - mu uiuuu j uajro nu urtiA uuisumt* yj( nights. re And oh .listen! there'll be bread for all? For all, oh , listen! for all?great and small, jAnd oh, helieve it, I tell you in all truth We will bathe in the fount of immortal youth, Now Confederates, Rebels, Veterans, A Long Farewell. (Composed by Mrs. A. A. James in 1915 in her eighty-third year, and was the best poem sent in for the contest in 1916 to the historical department). * MY ADVENTURE ON THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER If you had been travelling along the road in Arkansas on a certain day in the latter part of February, 1865, you would have met a wagon and two buggies. A negro and a white man were driving the wagon which had on several trunks and a few necessities. In the first buggy was a young woman with three little girls who were entertaining themselves with enquiries C< and comments common to children. Lastly were two ladies in a buggy. You would have wondered, perhaps, _ at such a scene in such a dangerous ^ time. If you had been bold enough ^ to question, you would have found out ^ that they were bound for South Carolina. that the ladv with the little I girls was returning to her father, fQ since her husband lost his life at the -?_ Battle of Missionary Ridge just a tr short time before and that she was leaving her home and possessions in Arkansas. You would have seen how . seemingly well protected she was. In fQ front was her freed slave driving the ug wagon and Mr. Brady, a merchant, je] on his way to Alabama, who had taken her under his protection that far.| Mrs. ^ Harrington, of Chester, South CaroUna, and Mrs. Wallace, of York, com- ^ pleted the party. They had just left f-){ their camp about five miles beyond St. Helena and were nearing the Missis- us sippi river. Probably you went on and never ^ heard of them again. If you had followed them at a discreet distance you would have seen a sight that would r be with you yet. This peaceful party neared the river, the children all atremble at the thought of crossing. j It was hard to cross because the | ferryman had to pick his time. The gunboats patroled the river every two ! hours because the whole river was now under Federal control. It was all the ferryman could do to pet across the wide stream and back during this time. Mrs. Harrington and Mrs. Wallace went first and made the journey safely, but we had to remain hidden in a clump of trees until late in the afternoon. Just after the four o'clock gunboat went up we prepared to start. Mother took her three little girls and we were driven on to the ferry. The river was wide and it took a long time to cross, but we enjoyed trailing our fingers along rr. the disturbed waters. We landed safely on the shore and watched the ferryman ~ su STATES RIGHTS GIST, Killed in Battle at Franklin, Tenn., Nov. 30, 1864. The Children's Chapter at Jonesville, S. C., fr in Named in His Honor. M A ,ck i j the wagon on the other shore, nally all was ready and they had arted. They were about half way ross when around the curve came e dreaded gunboat, more terrible tc than a submarine to an ocean liner iw. The ferryman redoubled his efrts and was aided by Mr. Brady but e sharp eyes of the soldiers had alady sighted their pray. They, too lickened their rate and soon we saw em nearing the little boat. Mr, 'ady, in terror, jumped into the ater pnd swam diagonally' to the ore (but Tom, the negro, stuck tc s post. We saw them take him and e horses and the trunks on board, jrtunately, we had escaped notice, it of course their suspicions were oused. Mother's harness was brokand she was waiting for the others mend it. She still waited, expectg Mr. Brady, but all during thai ng night he did not venture near was already dusk and mother tried get comfortable for the night. The iggy cushions formed a poor matess for our tired little bodies and ton the stillness of the night would broken for an instant by our cries, riich were instantly crushed by the uel hand of mother. Not a wink [1 she sleep that night. Dawn came but no one to help. It id not been light long until our rest is broken by the sound of approachg footsteps. We sat perfectly still lile three Federal soldiers came into ew and looked us over. Mother's arst followed and we were taken on ard. Before she went aboard Cap CAPT. JAS. T. DOUGLASS. >. D. 5th Resr. S. C. V. His Swonl Was Shot From His Side at the Battle of Manassas. in Gregory ordered her horse to tx ot before her eyes. Terrified, vrt ree children followed our mother le was taken before a council oi uff-looking men and was questioned r every conceivable thing a conving brain could master. Hei unks were opened and plundered. My ost vivid recollection of the wholt fair was seeing afterwards an offlr wearing my coral beads as a watcli b. Soon our two lady friends were hered in and questioned in the same ngthy manner. That whole day, that night and the >xt day we stayed on board thai 2deral ship on the Mississippi. All at time the two ladies were terri;d?too much so to eat or sleep, other behaved very much as he: ;ual custom, not as a spy, however r which she had been arrested. My to younger sisters made friend.it it*, amm "TO X vAr ; > W nan r. a CAPT. F. M. FARR, t. Tabor Co., Co. H, 15th Reg., S C. V. Wounded in the Peach Orchard at Gettysburg. ound and accepted sugar cakes from iptain Gregory, but I (held aloof am them all. I dreaded staying in at place for an unlimited time and eing all those rough soldiers. One cident stands out in contract, showp that all of a person is not bad. le officer presented mother with irty dollars for her horse, althuujefh e captain grumbled at him for dog it. The long second day came to an end id with it their deliberation on the se. They decided that mother surewasn't a spy and if she was she rely couldn't do much good. As :i nsequence we found ourselves or y land again unhurt, but without horse, buggy or a bite to cat. Mrs. J. R. Littlejohn. John Ilames Chapter, Jonesville, S. C. ' ' . / Mrs. John S. Morgan has returnee om a visit to her parents,* Mr. ant rs. P. A. Simpson in Laurens. fthan ~ofi t : Unexcelled i 100 Per Cent All Wool 100 " " " " 100 " " " " I The latest thing in and Oveacoats. I ments to select fro reach. We positi science that we ar< on every garment; that we placed our Merchandise was a I Jfig " i. / Beautiful lines of new two-tone effects. We i Men's and Children's ? 111 i * would nave to pay tod 50c to $ 1.50 a pair hi^ i Splendid Asso J. 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