October 7, 1865

Macomb Eagle




            In a few moments, there were two almost simultaneous shots, the blow struck and instantaneously returned, [?] toward our right, upon which Gen. Bragg, now seemed to be directing his assailing forces. He had thrown a battery into position in front of Van Cleve’s division and opened the fight [?] a sharp attack on Beatty’s brigade which returned shot for shot, for some time, and firmly withstood the force sent in this direction; until the rebel battery limbered up and moved away and the attacking force slowly withdrew. While this was going on Gen Palmer had sent a Brigade of his division, (Col. Grose’s) forward to reconnoiter. This brigade advanced a considerable distance without [?]rious opposition, and probably might have marched into the midst of the rebel army to surrender as prisoners of war had not skirmishers detected a heavy force of the enemy already [?] their flank and hurrying forward to strike them in the rear. By falling hastily back to the main line, they escaped being cut off from the Division and almost at the moment they returned, the battle opened heavily all along the line, in front of Gen. Thomas’ corps. The attack upon the right Gen. Rosecrans had shrewdly construed as a feint, and was not in the least misled or deceived by it. All was in readiness when the tremendous blow come upon the left and center.

            The rebels charged furiously upon one of Gen. Brannans brigades and forced it back, but were in turn forced to retire by the well directed fire of another brigade of the same division. This was about ten o’clock, and within half an hour all four of Gen. Thomas’ divisions were hotly pressed; the enemy coming upon them in heavy force formed in several successive lines of battle. Our double lines were able to check this mighty torrent and force it to recoil, but for a few moments; a second line took the place of the front one, shattered and broken by our death dealing musketry; and still onward it came like the surges of ocean waves, slowly yet surely forcing back the noble divisions that opposed it Gen. Thomas, always cool and collected, and each of his division Generals were putting forth every exertion to maintain an unbroken front and preserve the lines which were constantly being disarranged by the fierce and furious charges of the enemy. At one time the rebels had cut Reynold’s division completely in two, and taken possession of the road in his rear, but before they could concentrate a strong force upon it, a vigorous charge was made by the overpowered but undaunted division, and they were forced to relinquish the important position. Every inch of ground was now contested and though the whole corps fought with a valor that amounted to desperation, it was gradually forced back by the overpowering strength of the enemy. The right, Gen. Crittendens corps, not being engaged, Gen Plamers division was speedily moved toward the left, to reinforce the wavering lines of Reynolds and Baird’s divisions; but had scarcely got into position or under fire, when the enemy, finding so determined and stubborn a resistance made by Gen. Thomas, seemed to relax his efforts in that quarter, and threw a heavy force directly upon Van Cleve’s division. But here the attack was met with a volley from Gen. Sam Beatty’s brigade, followed up by a brilliant bayonet charge, which drove the enemy back some distance through the think woods in which the whole battle was fought. Gen Thomas’ corps reinforced by Palmer’s division now pressed forward recovering the ground which they had lost and scattering the rebels at every charge, and retaking some pieces of artillery which had been lost at the opening of the engagement. The dense woods between contending armies effectually concealed the movements that were taking place, and owing to the concealment afforded by the thick timber and almost impenetrable undergrowth, but very little artillery, with which we were well supplied could be brought into effective use, or be made to bear with precision, directly upon the massed columns of the enemy; hence for hours there was a constant rattle and clatter of musketry, with only here and there the sudden crack of a rifled field piece, or heavy boom of a Napoleon. Our line was gradually contracted and strengthened, yet at every point was met by a superior force of the enemy. A little after noon, Gen. Thomas’ center was again so severely pressed that he demanded reinforcements, and though the position at Gordons’ Mills was of immense importance, it became necessary to withdraw from Gen .Wood from it, to sustain the line further to the left, which was in imminent danger of being broken. About this time Gen. McCook arrived with two divisions of his corps, and though they had been marching since early dawn, as well as a good part of the night before. Gen. Davis commanding one was ordered instantly to the relief of Gen. Thomas, and Gen. Sheridan commanding the other took the position at Gordon’s Mills, lately occupied by Gen. Wood. Within an hour, two of these brigades as well as Negley’s whole division was sent to the left to reinforce Gen. Thomas, and more than once it was remarked “Thomas is using the whole army, to hold his position,” which was literally true; for division after division had been sent him, until our whole front was only that held in the morning by Brannan, Baird, Johnson and Reynold’s Divisions, and still there were none too many to hold in check the immense force that was being dashed upon him. Only Gen. Lytle’s Brigade was left at Gordon’s Mills to protect our right flank, in case the enemy undertook to cross a force there and strike our rear. Every man in the army was doing duty, and every regiment brigade and division was placed where it could accomplish the most.

            From two o’clock until the sun went down a [?] of fire, as seen through the smoke of the battle field, this terrible conflict raged with most relentless fury. At times our forces would be driven back by the desperate charges and overwhelming numbers which opposed them; then they would rally, and with a yell, charge and scatter the rebels, and drive them far back into the dense forest. Thus the tide of battle ebbed and flowed, and the ceaseless rattle and crack and clatter of death dealing musketry, and the rapid boom of a hundred cannon, told that the work of destruction was going relentlessly on; that death was holding high carnival in the dense and gloomy forest upon the banks of Dead Mans river. Between sunrise and dark the din of battle gradually died away, as if both parties were feeling spent and exhausted, and willing to postpone the momentous struggle until the morrow.

            Just as night fell, a terrific fire opened along the center, but was maintained only a few minutes, when all became quiet, while the gloom of night settled down upon the terribly bloody field.

            Most nobly had our army fought overwhelming numbers. The enemy had been met and matched at every point. It had entered the lists against a giant player, and had made this day’s battle a draw game. Could it hope for success on the morrow?

            Our whole army, except Gen. Granger’s Reserve Corps and one division of McCook’s Corps, had been engaged. We had, in fact, only one corps of fresh troops to assist in carrying the day; for McCooks other division was still far to the right, and could not reach is until late the next evening. Had the enemy thrown his whole force into action, or was he holding a strong force in reserve to crush and annihilate us when our strength was exhausted? There had been prisoners taken during the day from Longstreet’s and Buckner’s commands, and from this we well knew that nearly half of the entire confederate army was pitted against us. The men were still cheerful and determined and fully confident of success, when the blue and gold of the morning should be the signal for the renewal of the terribly sanguinary conflict. Were the Generals commanding as confident of success? did they dare to hope they could even make it a draw at the close of another day?

            At night the enemy had one particular advantage. Not a drop of rain had fallen for more than a month, and all the small streams flowing down from Missionary Ridge were dry; we were forced back from the river except at Gordon’s Mills, and the right of our army had to go two miles for water, and the left still further; while the dull and sluggish Chickamauga flowed directly by the position of the rebels. Back at some distance in the rear of our small fires were kindled, and there small details from each company were preparing coffee and frying meat for their wearied comrades. The ambulances were slowly wending their way toward the field hospital, heavily loaded with the wounded, struck and torn and mangled in every conceivable way; or returning on a brisk trot to the battlefield for another load. The night grew cold and chilly as it advanced, and thousands with their equipments all on, with their muskets by their sides, wrapped in a single blanket were shivering the dreary hours away; and since they were not allowed fires, were wishing the return of light, though they well knew it would bring a repetition of the scenes they had just passed through. Hundreds and probably thousands, during that bitter cold and frosty night, lay between the lines of the opposing armies, suffering from wounds, torn and lacerated in every possible manner, by Minnie, shot and shell, and where no friendly hand could administer to their wants or relieve their distress – groaned tediously away that, to them, almost interminable night.

            Ere daylight was visible in the east there was great activity in our decimated army. It was changing position slightly to the rear and considerably to the left, so as fully to cover the gap through Missionary Ridge to Rossville. The wagon trains on all the roads in the rear of our lines were moving northward, so as to be directly in the rear of the army in its new position, and upon the roads leading directly to Chattanooga. Morning broke, cold, dim and frosty, and a dense fog or vapor obscured the blaze of the thousand fires that were kindled to prepare a morning meal. The constant rattle of the heavy army wagons upon the dry roads, the monotonous rumble of artillery carriages, and the suppressed words of command, were heard in all directions, showing that active preparations for the day’s hard work were already going on. Soon the sun was shining brightly upon the frost covered earth, and the new line of battle was formed, much more contracted than on the previous morning and the divisions arranged in quite different order. – Saturday’s battle had torn divisions and brigades to pieces, but during the night the divisions had regathered their estray and shattered, yet undaunted and confident regiments, and now all were marshaled and ready to withstand the shock and bid defiance to the foe. Gen. Thomas still held the left of the line, his corps strengthened by Palmer’s division from Crittenden’s corps and Johnson divisions from McCook’s Corps. On the right of these were Wood’s, Davis’ and Sheridan’s divisions, the latter holding the extreme right. Gen. Lytle with a single brigade was still at Gordon’s Mills, and by the rearrangement dangerously isolated from the main body of the army. It will be noticed that the left of the line was made very strong at the expense of the right, and that nearly three-fourths of the whole were concentrated in front of the gap through which the road passed to Rossville and Chattanooga. The wisdom of the arrangement is manifest; we could even endure to have it shattered and torn to pieces, but should this calamity befall the left, defeat and destruction awaited us; yea, if we were cut off from our base, the whole army must be irreparably ruined, if not totally lost. An hour or more after sunrise, the field hospitals, which had been established near Crawfish Springs, were hastily broken up and moved far to the northward, and all wounded men who could walk were sent off on the roads toward Chattanooga. Others were placed in ambulances and wagons and moved with the hospitals, and hundreds were left in hospital tents in care of surgeons and nurses, who could not possibly be moved until the battle was ended. The necessity of this hasty removal of the hospitals was soon apparent; we could not spare even Lytle’s brigade from today’s fight, and the moment he moved from the position at Gordon’s Mills, the hospitals would be completely uncovered and exposed to the enemy. Another hour glided by, and still the battle had not re commenced. The men weary of standing in line at the front, were reclining upon the ground, where they could regain their places in an instant; and the rear lines had stacked arms, and in like manner were resting and awaiting the renewal of the conflict. The sun was slowly burning away the fog and sending a delicious warmth upon the limbs of thousands who had shivered through the night. Occasionally the sharp crack of a musket upon the skirmish line betokened vigilance upon the extreme front, while so many were seeking much needed repose and rest. It was now about nine o’clock, and except a straggling irregular fire along the skirmish line, there was very little to indicate the immediate presence of the enemy. – Both armies were apparently ready, and each waiting for the other to make the first charge or demonstration. – Palmer’s Division was now in the front line, nearly in the center of Thomas’ Corps, and had already thrown up a slight palisade of logs and rails, quite a protection from the “deadly Minnie,” when the irregular fire on the skirmish line suddenly increased, and the report of a hundred muskets startled the men reclining behind their hasty breastwork. The soldiers sprang to their places in an instant – no word of command was required – and resting their guns on their piles of logs and rails, they calmly waited for the enemy to come in sight. Old soldiers and true, they now needed no instructions as to their duty. Their ranks had been sadly thinned the day before, but they were undismayed and full of spirit, hope and courage. In a few minutes the battle opened along our whole line. Shot and shell came tearing through the woods, and our batteries returned the fire whenever the enemy came in view, and whatever there was a possibility of its being effective. During the next hour the thunder of batte gradually deepened. The terrific clatter of musketry was growing so furious, that the constant boom of artillery sounded only like a thunderous throb, but partially breaking the monotony of an incessant din and roar; while volumes of thick vapor and smoke arose above the tops of the trees of that vast forest, indicating to the observer upon the heights of Missionary Ridge the positions occupied by the contending armies. Soon a swarm of stragglers were seen hastening to the rear. – Some, however, were wounded, some were sick and were bringing back the horses belonging to mounted officers, and alas! some were only feigning wounds or sickness; anything that would give an excuse when the battle became furious, and pride was no longer a fair substitute for real courage. This happens in every battle; there ever will be hundreds of skulks and stragglers. Yet at the battle of Chickamauga, it was remarked by scores of veteran officers that they had never seen an army stand so unflinchingly and lose so little of its strength by straggling or scattering promiscuously to the rear. All seemed anxious to do their whole duty – all seemed resolved to purchase victory at any cost.

[To be Continued.]


            → Many of the leading Republicans throughout the State are just now amusing themselves by hearty endeavors to cover up the principal plank in their political fauth, and are now pretending that negro suffrage is no principle in their text book. Too many of their prominent leaders, however, have already got their fingers in it, and ordinary washing will fail to cleanse them of the smell. Wherever they have a ghost of a chance, they trot the negro suffrage question into the political arena, until they find out, as in this county, that they have the “wrong sow by the ear,” when they ‘lower sail,’ and try catching a more favorable breeze. A few Republicans, who have shown the nerve an backbone to sail under true colors, have already snubbed and twitted upon the subject, by leaders of their own party, and and admonished to “lay low,” as the thing won’t work. But they find there is too large a fire to admit of smothering the smoke, and it is useless for them, at this late day, to talk about hoodwinking any one into the belief that they are opposed to negro suffrage. They must think the human family are indeed credulous. Can they be so blind as not to have already learned that their big and little Tribune’s are clamoring for negro suffrage? Do they not know that all the recently held Republican conventions and meetings have expressed themselves clearly upon this subject, and advocated not only the “justice,” but what is more to them, the expediency of such a measure. The question was recently publicly sprung in this county, and brought forth many bitter anathemas from those of the Republican party whose stomachs were hardly strong enough for the dose. A few of the thimble ringers becoming alarmed, ad fearing demoralization, went to work drilling their forces, but could stand no engagement until they had armed a portion of their troopers, with anti-negro suffrage, – a weapon for which they, as a party, have a supreme contempt.

            Seriously speaking, there are, we are charitable enough to believe, many well meaning Republicans who are honestly opposed to such a corrupt political heresy, and who cannot consistently harmonize with an element which basis its political faith upon such a black cloud of policy and expediency.

            The breach has already been made in the East, and the more rabid of the Republicans have sloughed off from the President, and his reconstruction policy. Conservative Republicans everywhere, being tired of negro for breakfast, negro for dinner, and negro for supper, have finally concluded to change their diet, and conform more strictly to the laws of health. They have seen enough to satisfy their skepticism on the subject, and the labored attempts to cover up negro suffrage, is only another humbug got up to deceive and mislead malcontents. The game is too far gone. Negro wool is two short to tie the party firmly together, and demoralization has already commenced in earnest. Pick up the pieces, gentlemen!


For the Macomb Eagle.


            Mr. Editor: – With your permission I would be pleased to submit a few reasons to the voters of the county of McDonough, through the columns of your paper, why they should vote the Democratic ticket at the ensuing election.

            And the first proposition I wish to discuss is what position does the Republican party occupy on the question of negro suffrage, and what position does the Democratic party occupy on the same question, and which party is right on this question.

            The war being over and the question of Slavery practically dead, and dead forever on this continent, a new question has arisen which overshadows all former and other political questions, in fact it is the controlling political question for the American people to settle. It is and will be discussed on every stump in America, in every county paper, in every legislature of all the States, and in the Halls of Congress, and even the privelege of the rebel States to return to the Federal Union will depend upon the settlement of this question. If one party succeeds the States lately in rebellion will be for a long time prohibited from returning to the Union; but, if the other succeeds, they will all soon return, and the Federal Union will be fully restored.

            In the discussion of this grave question, there should be a fairness exhibited equal to the importance of the case, and no trifling reason should influence a voter to vote against his better judgement. He should first enquire for the right, and having found it, pursue it manfully.

            Then, stripped of all surplusage, the naked question comes and addresses itself to the mind, heart and conscience of every voter, “Is the negro the equal of the white man?” In answer to this question I will frankly admit that if the negro is the equal of the white man, then it is not only wrong, but an act of injustice to deny to him the right of suffrage, and all other political rights which belong to and are exercised by the white man; but if, on the contrary, the negro is not the equal of the white man, then he should be granted such rights, and such rights only as are consistent with the good of the society in which the negro may live and the best interest of the negro himself. The history of the negro has presented the fact that he has not been the man of genius, of enterprise, or of improvement, but, on the contrary, has been indolent, shiftless, and without energy, without knowledge, without great mental culture. If this be not so, then I hope some one better acquainted with negro character than I am, will show my error. I ask that some one may point to a negro of full blood, who has been a great statesman, great general, the inventor of a useful machine, or a great man. Then if I am correct on this point, what is the cause? Is it the negro himself? or is it Slavery? If the reply is Slavery, then I say that millions of them are not slaves and never were, and many of them have had good opportunities for the full development of those qualities that distinguish the white from the black man. Our revolutionary fathers when they made the Constitution adopted it and passed laws under the same for the naturalization of men – they said that the white man and the white man only could be naturalized, and made an American citizen. Neither the Negro nor the Indian could by the laws of Congress, become an American citizen, thereby clearly indicating that this government was made for “white men and to be administered by white men.”

            The Republican party insists that the negro shall be a voter, the Democratic party that he shall not be a voter.



            Look Here. – The persons who carried off the Eagle Office Paste Cup, are politely requested to return the same without delay.

October 6, 1865

Macomb Journal


Being the Observations and Experi-
ences of a Private Soldier.




            During the time our Headquarters remained at New Haven, we had numerous visits from contrabands, who came to us pleading to be taken into our care and custody, so that they should be free from their masters. We could not take all that thus presented themselves, but a few who had escaped from rebel service were employed by some of the officers as servants. Among these was one darkey who I think will never be forgotten by those who had the pleasure of seeing him. He was employed by the Colonel as a cook. He was a short, squatty nigger, but as nimble and quick as a mouse, and overflowing with fun and wit. He was an expert dancer, a perfect genius with his fiddle, and could throw his somersets equal to any acrobat in Yankee Robinson’s show. When matters grew dull, and something was needed to throw off ennui, John, as he was called, was always a sure remedy. I have seen Major Green, of our regiment, laugh over his eccentricities until his sides would ache, and in his paroxysms of laughter would catch breath enough to exclaim, “Ain’t he gay – ain’t he gay!” John, on being asked if he thought there was another nigger in the world like him, promptly replied that he did not. “What makes you think so?” inquired his interrogator.

            “Because,” said he, “when I war up to the Bardstown Fair last fall [missing] to eberybody who went out [missing] cum back agin, but when I went out de man at de gate wouldn’t gib me a check, cos he sed he’d know me sure, for dere wasn’t another nigger like me in the world.”

            Although Jack had always lived in the South, somehow or other he had imbibed abolition notions, and believed that a black man was just as much entitled to freedom as a white man. He would defend his peculiar views with much zeal, and with much better [?] than was generally used in the defense of slavery. The boys of Co. H would sometimes, in the long winter evenings, start a question, and then get up a debate, choose sides, appoint a judge, &c. The idea was conceived of getting up the slavery question for discussion, and having Jack appointed one of the speakers. Jack gladly accepted the invitation to speak. The question selected was something like this:

            Resolved, That the black race is inferior to the white race; therefore the black race should be the slaves of the white race.

            A zeaous abolitionist was selected to argue the pro slavery side of this question, and did it up in very good style, rehearsing the old Democratic arguments about the inferior race, rights of property, &c. Jack listened very attentively, and his countenance and manner indicated disgust and contempt at the puerile arguments of his opponent. He seemed anxious to take the floor against him, and when at length he was called upon to speak he strutted out with all the dignity and importance of a Senator, and striking at attitude he commenced:

            “Mister President: ‘Cordin’ to my ignorant understandin’ de remarks of dat gem-men hab severelly eny reference to de subject under consideration. He say de nigger am inferior race. I call upon him to prove it, and dat I know he can’t do. It am true de nigger is ignorant, but who make him so? De white man. You take two babies in de cradle, one of dem white and toder one black, and gib em equal chance to larn, and de black baby will larn jest as much as de white baby. If de black folks had de rule, and de white folks were de slaves, dey would be ignorant too, but would dat prove dey were naterally an inferior race? No sar; de black man am not naterally inferior; he am only ignorant, and dat is de most you can make ob it. De poor slave hab nothin’ to lib for; his industry am destroyed, and he am looking ebery day for a whippin’, and he is not often disapinted in de looks.”

            And so Jack went on for about fifteen minutes with great fluency , and with fully as good argument as had been used by his opponent. The decision was at length given by the President, after a lengthy review, in favor of Jack. It was all premeditated that Jack should be favored with the decision, but he supposed that he had fairly won it, and was as proud of his laurels as a newly-elected alderman.

            There was another black boy in camp named George. He was a very reserved, quiet sort of lad; and never indulged in plays or jokes. He was very pious, and was a special favorite of our chaplain, who was teaching him to read. The chaplain did not use his own tent to sleep in; so he let George have it for that purpose. The first night George used this tent, our little drummer boy, Charley Bennett, was complaining to some of the men who were detailed at Headquarters that he slept very coldly at nights, and that he would rather sleep with somebody. “Well,” says one of the men, “there is Clark Dixon, the teamster, he is sleeping alone in the chaplain’s tent – got plenty of straw and a good blanket; you can crawl in with him. I heard him say he wished he had somebody to sleep with him.”

            “That’s just where I’ll sleep then,” says Charley, “for I nearly froze last night.”

            “Dixon went to bed an hour ago, and I suppose he is sound asleep by this time, and you hadn’t best to disturb him if you can help it.”

            “I won’t disturb him,” says Charley, and off he started for the chaplain’s tent. He obeyed his injunctions carefully, and crawled in with George, who was sleeping soundly. He hugged up closely, and the pair slept undisturbed until morning. George woke first, and upon seeing a person of a different color in bed with him, he was horrified, and thought he had made a serious mistake and got into the wrong tent. He began to crawl out, and the movement woke Charley, who, upon seeing who he had slept with, was terribly indignant. He made big threats against those who had played the joke on him, but George appeared more ashamed of the circumstance than did Charley.



            Removal. – The Journal office has been removed to the second story of the new post office building, north-east corner of the square.


The Democratic Platform.

            We publish upon our first page the platform recently adopted by the Coppinger Democracy in this county. The planks in this platform appear to us to lay rather crosswise. – In one resolution they declare that the secession ordinances were null and void and therefore the States lately in rebellion “are and shall continue to be members of the federal Union.” All very good. But what means the declaration in the fourth resolution which reads as follows:

            Resolved, That we heartily endorse the policy of President Johnson in his pacific ourse towards the people of the state of Mississippi in sustaining the Governor thereof, believing that the same will soon restore said state to the federal Union.

            The Democracy heretofore have been expert in making their platforms so ambiguous that they could be interpreted to read both ways, but here is an improvement on the old style. Their new platform is not ambiguous at all. It comes out plainly and boldly and takes both sides of the question. It has been a mooted question whether the States lately in rebellion were really out of the Union. But it has been a favorite theory with some Democrats that the rebellious states were “clean gone” out of the Union. We think the Democratic organ in this county once advocated that doctrine, and it was sustained by the Democracy of the county. That organ declared that the rebel states were “another nation,” “an independent nation,” &c. But now they emphatically declare that the rebellious states “are and shall continue to be members of the Federal Union.” That’s one side of the question. Then they say that the course of President Johnson will soon restore Mississippi to the Union, leaving the plain inference that they believe the rebel states are not now a portion of the Union. That’s the other side of the question. Step up, voters, and take your choice. A bran new double-sided, two-faced, copperhead platform. Is in favor of both sides of the question, and can’t fail to suit you. If you don’t like one side you can take the other, and no questions asked.


False Prophets.

            About two or three years ago the Democratic organ in this county, the Chicago Times, and other copperhead sheets, as well as copperhead orators, warned the people against the “negro influx” which they predicted would overrun our State “like the locust of Egypt,” devouring labor, leaving the poor whites no resource but to starve! They also predicted that the rebels could never be subdued, and that our greenbacks in time would become worthless. Behold the result! The war is over, and instead of the negroes we are having an “influx” of the “boys in blue,” who intend to scotch the copperheads this fall. The rebels are subdued. Labor is in plenty, and commands higher wages than ever before. Greenbacks are good as wheat. The copperheads are false prophets, and the good book tells us to beware of false prophets. It will be a pleasant diversion for the boys after confronting rebel batteries to come home and spend a few days smoking out the copperheads.


The Fair.

            As we stated last week, the rain materially interfered with the Fair the first day, and the entries were not so numerous as anticipated by the friends of the Society; still there was a very creditable display of articles.

            There were but very few persons in attendance, and all seemed to be impressed with the idea that the show would be a comparative failure; but the officers, with that go ahead spirit so characteristic with them, resolved to push it through.

Second Day.

            The morning of the second day was still lowering, but the citizens of the county commenced coming in pretty lively, and entries were rapidly made.

            The display of Stock was unusually fine – much finer, we believe, than usual.

            Class A – Horses – 11 entries. This class was unusually full, and some very fine horses were on the grounds. Premiums were given to the amount of $61.

            Class B – Mules and Jacks – 16 entries.

            Class C – Thorough-bred Cattle – 13 entries. The number of entries in this class does not speak very well for our farmers. Good thorough-bred cattle cost no more than common scrubs, and they pay better, in the long run. Stock-raisers should see to it that they have, in the future, more thorough-breds, and they will find it to pay.

            Class D – Grade Cattle – 11 entries. From the number of entries in this class, farmers and stock raisers do not seem to appreciate the importance of these exhibitions, and we do not propose in this article, to argue the utility of them, but shall urge it in future numbers of our paper.

            Class E – Sheep – 10 entries. Wool has been, of late years, an important article of domestic produce in the United States, but the farmers of McDonough county do not seem to “see it.” We shall look for a better show next year.

            Class F – Swine – 9 entries. Growing “small by degrees and beautifully less” in regular gradation. Everybody knows what the hog is, and what figure he cuts in the statistics of this State, and it appears ridiculous to us to chronicle the number of entries of this class.

            Class G – Agricultural Implements – 4 entries. Our Society goes under the name of an “Agricultural Society,” but if any stranger should have come to the Fair to have seen implements of husbandry, he would have thought that he had got into the wrong place.

            Class H – Domestic Manufactures – 10 entries. We cannot pass this class by without speaking of one rag carpet that we saw. It was a beautiful specimen of skill, and would look well on any floor. We have often heard it said that the women of the present day could not manufacture anything of use near so well as those of a former day, but those who say so should have seen this carpet, and our word for it, they would soon have cause to change their minds.

            Class I – Needle-work – 35 entries. There were some very nice specimens of needle-work on exhibition, especially patch-work quilts.

            Class J – Culinary – 15 entries. Some very nice white bread was displayed at the Fair; also preserves. Mrs. W. H. Graham exhibited some bread that made us feel hungry to look at it.

            Class K – Fine Arts – 9 entries. Notwithstanding there were so few entries in this class, the show was hard to beat. An ornamental Shell Center Table, by Miss Vesta Westgate, or Bushnell, was admired by all. It was truly a beautiful thing. A Shell Work Box, by a young lady of our city – we did not learn her name – was pronounced a “love of a thing” by all the ladies.

            Our fellow-townsman, Ed. Bolles, had on exhibition some beautiful specimens of penmanship, as also did Dr. S. H. Emery. Hawkins & Philpot’s photograph pictures were there in all their beauty and glory.

            Class L – Mechanical Arts – 6 entries. Although few in number, the articles were very much admired, especially a Washing Machine, by J. D. Long, of Wisconsin. I. August, of our city, displayed some very nice clothing.

            Class M – Grain, Dairy and Vegetable – 65 entries. Butter belongs to this class, and we saw some there that would tempt an anchorite. The different articles of this class were well represented, but not near so well as they should have been.

            Class N – Fruits and Flowers – 32 entries. Mr. W. H. Dawson had a nice display of fruit, for which he took the first premium. A pear exhibited by Allen Vawter weighe just one pound. It was a superb looking specimen. He also had a nice display of Orton, Concord and Delaware Grapes.

            Class O – Poultry – 8 entries.

            Class P – For Girls – 17 entries. Not being posted in matters pertaining to this class, and neglecting to get the opinion of our better half, or “any other” woman, we have to pass this by.

            Class Q – For Boys – 2 entries.

            Class R – Trotting – 3 entries. The exciting sport of trotting has no charms for us, and consequently we paid but very little attention to it. That there were some good trotting we have no doubt, as it appeared to attract considerable attention from the large crowd in attendance.

            Class S – Sweep-stakes – 34 entries.

            Class T – Miscellaneous – 26 entries.

            Class U – Ladies’ Equestrian – 2 entries.

            The fair this year was a decided success, notwithstanding the great drawback of the weather. It is now demonstrated beyond contravention that our Agricultural Society is a self-sustaining institution, as all the premiums were paid in money this year; all other expenses have been promptly paid, and a surplus left in the treasury.

            We would here like to impress on the minds of our County Supervisors the importance of making an appropriation, adequate to the undertaking, for the purpose of obtaining suitable grounds wherein to hold the Fairs, as the grounds now in use are too small for a suitable display of stock and of the other resources of our county. We must have larger grounds, and have them so arranged that persons bringing any thing there to exhibit will not be under the necessity of taking their things away at night for protection from the weather. What we want is good tight stalls for stock, and good buildings for the fine arts.

            The officers of the Society are greatly encouraged at the prospects, and they say that all that is needed now is a little of the “material aid” to make our Society and our Fair among the best in the West. So be up and doing.

            Great credit is due, for the success this Fall, to the indefatigable exertions of Joseph Burton, Frank R. Kyle and H. C. Twyman.


            ‒ Very fair crops of cotton are being raised this year in the southern part of Illinois and Indiana. In Illinois the yield is from 250 to 280 pounds to the acre.


            Apology. – Owing to the removal of our office this week we have been obliged to neglect some local matters that we had intended to notice. The washing machine, exhibited at the Fair by our friend J. W. L[??]ch, will be duly noticed next week.


            → We are indebted to our friend Tatham, of Louisville, and also to our friend McLean of New York city for late papers.


New Grocery.

            G. W. Smith & Son have recently established themselves in the Grocery and Provision business in the old Express office on the south side of the square. The junior member of the firm is our soldier friend, J. Henry Smith, who served his three years in the 78th regiment. He is worthy of a liberal patronage, and as both members of the firm are prompt, accommodating business men, we have no doubt their new enterprise will prove a success.


            → We are under obligations to S. J. Clarke & Co., of the City Bookstore, for two neat and elegant books, entitled, “Silent Struggles,” and “The Orpheus C. Kerr Papers.” They have plenty more of the same sort. Mr. Clarke has just brought on from the east the largest assortment of goods pertaining to a bookstore ever before brought to Macomb. There is no need to send elsewhere for anything in the book line. They have also a fine and large assortment of notions, toys, and other interesting articles, to amuse and instruct the rising generation.


Disgraced for Life.   

            A miserably depraved and dirty old hag who lives in the western part of the city, and whom the Buzzard man lately described as a “lady,” assumes to be awfully offended at us because we were so uncharitable as to mention her name in connection with the late editor of the Buzzard. She made a furious assault upon us one day this week, and succeeded in knocking off our hat, and striking us on the back with a small roll of something she carried in her hand. We expected her to come to the scratch for a second round, but she made a precipitate retreat. She told us that by mentioning her name in connection with that of the Buzzard man we had disgraced her for life. Her provocation is indeed very great, and we don’t wonder at her indignation.


Champion Washing Machine.

            Mr. H. H. Torry is now in this city for the purpose of introducing a Washing Machine, which is not exactly a new machine, but new in this community. It has been in use elsewhere for several months, at least long enough to give it a fair test. We have little or no knowledge of the merits of other Washing Machines, but we can unhesitatingly say that Mr. Torry’s machine is one of the most labor-saving and useful machines yet invented. Mr. T. visited our house, and in about one-fourth of the ordinary time required performed a washing for our family, which we can say was well done. Such a Machine we believe will save its cost in six months in any family. It not only saves time and strength, but saves the wear and tear of clothing in washing and rubbing. The price of the machine is only ten dollars. Mr. Torry not only invites an examination of his machine, but is willing to give it a practical test to prove that it is all that he claims for it.

September 30, 1865

Macomb Eagle




            On the morning of the 6th we left the railroad at Whiteside, where the retreating rebels had recently burned a bridge some three hundred feet in length, and upwards of a hundred feet in height, and turning directly south up ‘Murphy’s Hollow,” passed through a gap or cove, and came into Lookout Valley, which lies directly west or northwest of that celebrated mountain ridge. We were now only fourteen miles from Chattanooga, which was still in possession of the rebels; and as we lay here during the next day, we could plainly distinguish their picket and signal stations on the top of Lookout mountain. Gen. Woods’ division had advanced from Whiteside directly toward Chattanooga, following the railroad, and on the evening of the 7th reconhoitred the crossing, at the end of the ridge next to the Tennessee river and found the enemy in strong force, holding this entrance to the cit of Chattanooga. On the morning of the 8th Gen. Palmer’s division moved down Lookout Valley to support Gen. Woods, in case of an attack; being all the while in full view of the rebel pickets, posted on the summit, but the Division could advance but a few miles until the discreet and cautious Gen. Wood carefully tested the strength of the enemy at the point of defense; so we were obliged to lie over night, about five miles south of Wauhatchie. In the morning Gen. Wood reported the enemy falling back, and immediately our Division was in motion. The Brigade to which we belonged was selected to ascend the mountain, about five miles back from the “nose” or buff end that comes up to the river, and went up by a narrow path, where it was difficult for a man unencumbered with arms or accoutrements to climb where in some places only two men could march abreast between ledges of rock, yet up this mountain side the Brigade hurried, driving before them, as they neared the summit, the pickets and outposts of the enemy. The 24th regiment Ohio Vols, was in advance, and had a slight skirmish, with the rebels who were retreating rapidly. As soon as our Brigade reached the summit, it was formed in line of battle and advanced toward Summerville, which is near the north end of the mountain, and from which place of summer resort there is a direct road down the mountain to Chattanooga. Finding no enemy upon the summit, a signal was given to the Divisions lying in the valley below, and they commenced slowly ascending by the main wagon road across the lower portion of this stupendous ridge. The prospect that met our view when we reached Summerville was grand beyond description. We were upon a high, bold bluff, nearly two thousand feet above the Tennessee river; the city of Chattanooga, now nearly deserted, was only two miles and a half distant, and so much beneath that we could look down into all its streets; long lines of dust marked the road upon which the enemy were retreating, a few miles to the eastward was the thickly wooded Missionary Ridge and far in the distance the Pigeon and Chattahoochee mountains. It was truly a beautiful prospect, that bright and lovely September morning; immense mountain ranges upon every side, between which were broad and fertile valleys and coves, not yet entirely devastated and despoiled by the terrible simoon of civil war. To attempt a full description of this mountain and the many objects of interest hereabouts is foreign to our present design, and scarcely a matter of Regimental history, hence we must with some reluctance leave it. Towards evening, our Brigade descended by the road leading to Chattanooga, and rejoining the Division, took the road across the Chattanooga valley, which lies directly east of Lookout mountain toward Rossville. Chattanooga, the key to East Tennessee; one of the great railroad centers and military depots of the Confederacy; was in our possession, without a battle. The army which had been successfully driven back from Murfreesboro and Tullahoma, was in full retreat toward Dalton and Atlanta, but this army had not been forced from this strong position by the force which was threatening it immediately around the city. The strong corps commanded by Gen. Thomas and McCook, were in the act of crossing Lookout mountain at Stephens Gap, about thirty miles south of Summerville, and once across this gigantic barrier. Gen. Bragg well knew they would be able to cut him off from Dalton, and leave him only a line of retreat towards Knoxville, toward which point Gen. Burnside was at this time marching in heavy force. Hence his hasty evacuation and the speedy and almost unexpected occupation of the place by our forces, without a struggle. On the morning of the 10th of September we began to move through the Gap in Missionary Ridge near Rossville and found that the enemy were not entirely gone, for here they had left an outpost, and a lively skirmish for a few minutes ensued. This was no doubt a post of observation for we marched directly on to Grayville, and saw nothing more of them, though citizens reported that some of their cavalry were but a few miles ahead. The same day all our wagon trains reached Chattanooga which was henceforth to become our base for supplies. Meanwhile Wilder with his usual energy, had crossed his brigade of mounted infantry a few miles above Chattanooga and was advancing directly toward Ringgold. He had passed through but a few hours previous, when our Division reached there on the 11th, and came upon the enemy in strong force only a few miles from that place, on the road to Tunnel Hill. On the 12th we started nearly south from Ringgold and bearing somewhat to the west passed along Pea Vine ridge towards Gordon’s Mills on the main Chickamauga, after the bugles had sounded tattoo and taps that night, and all were lying down to rest or had lain down, the Division was called into line with the utmost silence, and marched away to the westward halting again near Crawfish Springs to sound tattoo, and rest till morning. On the 14th we marched out across the Chickamauga, then to the southwest, and halted at night to change position again before morning. On the next day Gen. Thomas corps began to come up, and it was now well known that only Crittenden’s corps had been marching and counter-marching across the country south of Chattanooga, that Bragg had not retreated to Dalton or across the Oostenula river as had been imagined, for a heavy force had met Wilder in front of Ringgold, and at least two Divisions had attackes Negley’s Division of Thomas’ corps at one of the gaps in Pigeon mountain. Every one was satisfied that a great battle was impending, and from the movements of the enemy it was presumed that he was now reinforced or was daily expecting reinforcements. As early as the 17th the enemy advanced and attempted to cross the Chickamauga at Gordon’s mills; and at other points began to show a strong front. Gen. Crittenden’s corps was extended for miles, and in this condition was of course unable to resist any large force that might be thrown against it, but the enemy seemed in no haste to offer battle, and Gen. Thomas’ powerful corps was hourly coming into line and taking position. Gen. McCook was still far to the right, and as we afterwards learned scaling steep ridges and fighting for gaps, or passes, in order to rejoin the main army. Each night upon high points the signal lamps were swinging and it was known by ever subaltern and private in the whole army that a momentous conflict was about to take place. Scores of rumors were afloat, and passed from man to man from regiment to regiment throughout the army. The enemy were said to be reinforced, by Longstreets, and Earlys Corps and Gen. Rosecrans it was reported, was hourly expecting aid from Gen. Burnsides, and even that Sherman and McPherson with Divisions or Corps were on their way via Bridgeport to join the noble army concentrating upon the dread Chickamauga, a word from the Cherokee tongue which means Dead man’s river. Ere the Sun went down, on the evening of the 17th of September, every soldier in the whole army felt that the battle must within a few hours commence. Many while resting would pencil a few hasty lines to the loved ones at home, and many take from their knapsacks and cartridge boxes, their last letters received from dear and cherished sweet hearts, wives and mothers, read them slowly over and then tear them into a hundred pieces, or use them to light the inevitable pipe, a soldiers almost indispensible solace. This was but one of the many incidents of preparation, yet while so engaged there was no sign of dread or fear upon any countenance, only a calm determined look, indicating the firm resolve to obey the orders of superiors and if necessary to yield the precious boon of life upon the sacrificial alter of our great and glorious country. Ah! who shall describe a soldiers thoughts the eve of battle.


The Battle Chickamauga and
Retreat to Chattanooga

            The army of the Cumberland could not have warded off or avoided a battle at this time. Chattanooga had been surrendered, but it was evident, that Gen Bragg was now offering battle, that he was bent upon returning to the surrendered city, unless our force was sufficient to drive him back. While the army of the Cumberland was in detached positions, occasioned by the flank movement, and crossing the Lookout range by Corps, at points widely supported, it was to a great extent at the mercy of the rebel General, had he at that moment been strong enough to strike a decisive blow; but day by day the Corps of the federal army were being concentrated, in the vicinity of Gordon’s mills, and Gen. Grangers (reserve) corps came up from Bridgeport, and took a position near Rossville, covering the roads leading into Chattanooga. On the morning of the 18th of September, only Gen McCook’s Corps was entirely isolated, and this was moving rapidly to rejoin the main body. The morning of the 18th of September, looks gray and hazy, and the air was damp and chilly, until the Sun, like a ball of fire in appearance was a distance above the horizon. A high wind during the latter part of the night had soughed and moaned through the dense woods, where the main army was lying and hourly expecting that sharp crack of musketry upon the picket line which announces the approach or attack of an enemy. Gen. Granger, early in the day sent two brigades across the Chickamauga at Reids’ Bridge some four miles below Gordon’s Mills to reconnoiter the enemy’s position, and if possible ascertain his strength. This movement was entirely successfull, the enemy were found to be collecting a powerful force, directly in front of Gordon’s mills; and there could be no doubt from the movements observed, that Gen. Bragg was hourly receiving reinforcements to the amount of several Divisions. Gen Wood, with his Division of Crittenden’s corps was holding the vital point, in front, the crossing at Gordon’s Mills. Towards this point Gen. Thomas was during the day steadily pushing his Corps of four strong Divisions; and further to our left, the mounted brigades commanded by Wilder, and Minty were watching the crossing on the Ringgold road and ready to resist an attack, should the enemy advance from Napier’s Gap or that vicinity. Towards evening the enemy made an attack upon the brigades which stood their ground gallant and trim, and again did Wilder’s noble regiments by a fierce determined charge, drive back, and check for a few moments the eager advance of that wing of the rebel army. But before night, both Wilder and Minty were forced to fall back, a considerable distance; for a Divisions had effected a crossing, of one of the numerous fords of “Dead man’s River” and were coming upon them from the flank and rear. During most of the afternoon a battery or two had been brought up to assist Wilder and Minty in their effort to check the enemy, and the rapid report of several pieces, told that both parties were striving to get possession of some important position. It was one of those preliminary engagements, which frequently take place on the eve of a great battle; occasioned by portions of the opposing forces coming in contact, while they are securing the most available positions, for defense, or from which to make an attack. A sharp skirmish continued along the left until some time after dusk, but the firing gradually lessened and before nine o’clock had entirely ceased.

But night, which brings the blessing of rest, repose and strength-renewing sleep, to the wearing and worn in the ordinary avocations of life, brings often to the soldier more severe effort; a more fatiguing march, than he has endured during the day; and the 18th of September, was one in which but a small portion of the army of the Cumberland, now confronting a greatly superior force, was permitted to enjoy the rest and repose so greatly needed. All night long there was a constant rumble of the artillery and wagon trains upon the roads and the steady muffled tramp of columns moving to rejoin the main force or to take important positions for the morning’s conflict. It is not a little remarkable how strongly the situation and surrounding circumstances impress the mind of the soldier. A march upon a bright, clear morning, is full of hilarious mirth; the lively story is told, jest succeeds jest in rapid succession; many a shaft of sarcasm and ridicule strikes home, and many a keen retort and spicy repartee is heard. A march upon a rainy, dismal day elicits no small amount of repining; many maintain a sullen, somber mood, while all the grumblers in the army, are pouring a constant stream of abuse upon the road, the surrounding country, the officers commanding the army, and even Congress and the Cabinet at Washington did not always escape their stinging words of censure. A march at night is invariably silent: Scarcely a word will be spoken for hours, and when one does address a comrade, it is in a quiet suppressed voice such as is heard in the sick room; as though he would not disturb the quiet and repose of nature nor waken an echo from the impervious gloom of the night.

The night of which we were speaking was one of almost incessant movement. The design of the enemy had been manifested, during the day and before to-morrow’s dawn, every regiment in the whole army must be in position, where it would be most effective. It was evident at dusk, that the enemy were massing their forces upon our extreme left, which was a little north of Gordon’s Mills; and while he made a great display of force further toward our right, he was not able by that piece of strategy to deceive the able and vigilant Gen. Rosecrans, who was observing every movement and felt confident that the attack would be upon the direct line to Rossville and Chattanooga. Hence during the night Gen. Van Cleve’s Division formed on the left of Gen. Woods, Gen. Palmer on the right; while Gen. Thomas’ corps moved to the left of Gen. Crittenden’s and took position in the following order, part of Gen. Johnson’s Division joined Gen. Van Cleve’s left, then came Gen. Reynolds, Bairds and Brannan’s divisions in succession, extending our left nearly to the Ringgold road, while the enemy having crossed a part of his army was lying directly in our front on both sides of the stream. These were the positions of the opposing armies on the morning of September 19th 1863. The federal army was much inferior in numbers but the men were in excellent health and spirits. They knew that a hard battle was about to be fought, and calmly looked the stern reality in the face, manifesting not a particle of bravado or boisterous courage, but with quiet and determined demeanor awaited the terrible onset. They had constantly been victorious, and had not been in the habit of considering such a contingency as defeat, and now, not being aware of the tremendous force arrayed against them, were self-reliant and confident of success. The morning broke clear and cloudless; the gentle breeze that agitated the foliage was soft and balmy; all nature seemed on one of its quietest and loveliest moods; and when the sun was peering over the mountains, not a sound could be heard to indicate the presence of hostile armies, in the valley of the Chickamauga. An hour or two later, there was an occasional shot upon the skirmish line, and about eight o’clock the first boom of artillery broke the deep silence, which had led many to believe there would be no engagement.



            With the last week’s issue my connection with The Eagle ceased. This fact would have been announced last week had the purchaser, Mr. C. H. Whitaker, arrived in time to have made it known. – It has been but a little over six months since we took charge of The Eagle, during which time the circulation of the paper has largely increased, and we can safely say that no country paper in the State has a better advertising and job patronage. We thank the good people of Macomb and McDonough county, who without regard to party, have given us many encouraging words and for their many generous acts of kindness and liberality. We shall ever cherish their names fondly in memory. We leave the office, we believe, with the good will of all; and on our part, certainly with no malice or ill will toward any. We now transfer The Eagle to Mr. C. H. Whitaker, late of Missouri, who has had a number of years experience in the publishing business, and is a thorough printer and an able writer. In his hand we have no doubt The Eagle will soon rank second to no paper in the State. In politics The Eagle will still continue to be an advocate of Democratic principles, Mr. Whitaker believing that upon them rests the stability and future happiness of this grand old Republic.

We bespeak for him the same hearty and cordial support on the part of the Democracy, which they have ever shown toward us. Mr. W. has been, during the war in Missouri, between two fires, that of the rebels on the one hand and the radicals on the other; having had an office destroyed in September 1861 by the rebels, and another by the radicals in 1863.

To our neighbor of the Journal we bid adieu with the best of feeling, and return our thanks for the many courtesies and favors shown us and wish him abundant success both in basket and store.

And now to our friends, one and all, we say farewell.



            The above card of Mr. Naylor explains the change which this week takes place in the management of the Eagle. To those who have known us, it is hardly necessary to say that we have been connected with the press in Missouri for the past ten years, during which time the trying ordeals of war have not only devastated that State, but the military power have exercised a despotic and tyrannical surveillance over the liberty of speech, and the sacred and estimable blessings of a free press. – We have always and on all occasions maintained the right to support that which is just, and have always denounced that which we have conceived to be unjust. For denouncing the unjust restrictions of southern rebels, and bitterly opposing the blue laws and orders of military tyrants and abolition subalterns; it has been our fortune to conduct our paper under the most perplexing and trying difficulties. – Such has been the sad state of affairs where extremists and fanatics hold sway, that the press dare not criticize the actions of the local military, without subjecting its editors to arrest and imprisonment, and when released upon bond, they are denied either a civil or military trial, showing clearly that where the military are unable to have the press conducted to suit their own individual sense or propriety, they assume the authority, because they have the power, to put a surveillance over the press, and knowing that no disloyal act has been committed or disloyal language published, they refuse even a trial, thus evading and skulking about like bushwhackers because they know themselves to be the violators of military as well as constitutional law.

To the patrons of the Eagle we desire to say that we shall advocate the principles o the Democratic party, believing that those principles are better calculated to secure and maintain the liberty and freedom of the white man; while the principles of the Republican party are only for the securing of liberty and freedom for the negro race, and bringing the white down to the level of the black.

We shall spare no pains or expense to give our patrons a live home paper, and one which will prove a welcome visitor to every fireside. The moral and literary tone of the Eagle will receive our careful attention, while the local and miscellaneous departments will contain the latest and choicest gleanings.

Hoping to be able to make the Eagle every way worthy and deserving of the support and patronage of the good people of Macomb and McDonough county, and hoping that in future our acquaintance with our patrons and friends may be mutually pleasant and instructive, we shall buckle on our armor editorial, and enter upon the discharge of the duties of the tripod.



            Needs Looking After. – A man named Captain Patterson was in town last week, and upon every possible occasion enlightened such crowds as would hear him upon the subject of his tribulations in Missouri, from whence he claims to have been driven on account of his loyalty. His harangues were usually interspersed with epithets, more forcible than polite or even decent, applied to democrats generally. We understand this gentleman boasts of having killed one man since he came into this State, and that he will kill another before he leaves it. Ordinarily, such men are looked after. – Fulton Democrat.

Among the many things which might cause men to leave the State of Missouri, that of “loyalty” ought to be last. Loyalty in that State means but little respect for law, and the popular acceptation of the term is understood to that “loyalty,” like a drug in market, is bottled up, and only a few favored individuals dare smell of it. If you Jayhawk, hurrah for Jim Lane, Jennison, and other thieves on the border, your “loyalty” would be fully and satisfactorily established in three fourths of the State of Missouri. But, it seems that Captain Patterson found some place in that State where “loyalty” is at a discount. If his loyalty is of the kind of “some good loyal men” who left that State, we hope it won’t be long until he leaves Illinois. We have known two or three Patterson’s who were law abiding men and good citizens of that State, who had all their property jayhawked and stolen by intense ‘loyalty’ yelpers, whose object seemed to be to feather their own nests, and steal themselves rich in the name of “loyalty.”


            Personal. – Hon. John G. Saxe, left this morning to fill a lecture engagement at Leavenworth. We congratulate our neighbors on having an opportunity of listening to a genuine poet.

Chas. H. Whitaker, Esq., formerly of the Savannah Plaindealer, was in the city yesterday. Disgusted with the radicalism of Andrew county, he has sought a clime more congenial to his politics, and has purchased and is now publishing a Democratic paper at Macomb, Illinois.

Hon. James H. Lane, of Kansas, and Gen. B. F. Stringfellow, of Atchison, were registered at the Pacific House yesterday. – [St. Joseph Herald, 20th.

The Herald is a very moderate radical paper, edited by two clever fellows, and some times staggers upon the truth, when they fear no sad political consequences therefrom. – Every honest man has long since become disgusted, not only with the “radicalism” of Andrew, but of the whole State. The people of Missouri run wild upon every new hum bug, and every political heresy. A few years ago the whole State was convulsed by a few itinerant “Spirit Rappers.” Still later, the celebrated Miss Irish, the St. Louis Clairvoyant, carried everything by storm in the North West part of the State. Mrs. Francis D. Gage, the distinguished advocate of Woman’s Rights, then clamored in the public ear until the people were wild again. The next great wonder of the age which animated the people was the “Great Cetician Zooglodon Microspondulous Monster.” They are now in wild radical confusion about the negro. – They are even willing, in fact, are desirous of yielding up their own liberty, in order to secure the liberty of the negro and elevate him to social and political equality. We remember a few years ago when it was their boasted pride to have endeavored in forcing slavery upon Kansas. Now, these same ‘harpies,’ as Parson Scofield would say,) are willing to divide the emoluments of social and political positions, to gain a foothold in the abolition camp. They are not the true philanthropists of the negro race; every move they make on the political checkerboard, only renders their condition the more deplorable, and starvation is already upon them. But if the negro can only feed and clothe himself, these modern, pent-up philanthropists, would readily confer honors and privileges upon him, in order that they may use him as a pliant tool in their hands, and not from any great love they have for the race. They want the negro for a machine – a machine to do their dirty work, as they deem him only fit for such labor. Such is, in short, some of the fruits of radicalism, and to which we confess to have become disgusted long ago.


The County Convention.

            The proceedings of the Democratic County Convention, held last Monday, will be found in another column of to day’s paper. By reference to the proceedings it will be seen that the candidates were selected with great unanimity, and the proceedings throughout marked with the best of feeling. The ticket nominated is a most excellent one; composed of as good men as can be found in the State – men who come fully up to the Jeffersonian standard, honest, capable and faithful. – The resolutions are right and have the true Democratic ring.

Our candidate for County Judge, WM. H. JACKSON, is one of the oldest citizens of McDonough, having settled in this county at an early day. He is a man of strict integrity, and whose moral character is above reproach. He is thoroughly competent for the office, and we doubt not will be elected by a handsome majority, thus demonstrating the wisdom of the convention’s choice.

The nominee for County Clerk, MORRIS CHASE, is a young man of fine abilities, and a thorough scholar and gentleman, in every way competent for the position. He enlisted and served in the army three years as a private in the 78th regiment of Illinois volunteers. He was taken prisoner in the first year of his service and placed in the celebrated slaughter pen at Andersonville, where he suffered all that mortal man could suffer and live, all because the rebels did not see fit to exchange negro soldiers as they did white soldiers. In the capacity of “a soldier he has won the reputation of a brave, faithful, upright and honorable man. Such young men are the hope of our country, and it is well they should early become familiar with those civil duties which must be well performed, in order that the machinery of civil government may work harmoniously. He is entitled to the more credit because, amid all the seductions and corrupt appliances of a corrupt administration to seduce our brave soldiery from the paths of political rectitude and integrity, he has remained firm in the Democratic faith. Such a man can be trusted, depend upon it.

J. W. WESTFALL, the candidate for County Treasurer, is an old citizen and a gentleman in every sense of that word. He was formerly postmaster and more recently express agent in this place, in both of which capacities he has given almost universal satisfaction. He is one of our best citizens, enjoying the confidence and respect of all. That he is well qualified to discharge the duties of so important an office all who know him will cheerfully admit.

For Superintendent of Public Schools THEODORE KENDRICK is the nominee. – He is a young man of fine scholastic ability, having a thorough education and a practical experience as a teacher for a number of ears, he is, therefore, well qualified for the discharge of its duties. We think the convention has made a judicious selection and one that the people will ratify by an overwhelming majority.

JOHN MORRIS, the candidate for County Surveyor, is a young man of excellent morals, and like the other selections of the convention, well qualified for the duties of a surveyor.

The ticket both individually and collectively is unexceptionable, and has already created dismay in the negro suffrage camp, the great mongrels of that party are now running round urging their candidates for school commissioner and treasurer to withdraw from the canvass. No use, gentlemen, to fret your gizzards, the decree has gone forth and you will be placed alongside your co-labors in treason – the rebels.


“Industry and Economy will Prevail.”

            And in proof of this we have only to look in at George Bailey’s, east side of the public square, and ask yourselves “what was it four years ago, and what is it now?” George has now one of the best business rooms, and as well filled with good goods as any other house in town. – His motto is, “We will sell you goods as cheap as any body; anything you buy of us that you could have bought elsewhere cheaper, can be returned and get your money.” He warrants everything he sells, both in quality and price. He has the finest lot and the cheapest dress goods we have seen any where. Goods that sold last winter for 75 cents he now sells at 45, all wool DeLanes 60 cents; pants goods $1 50 last winter now 90 cents; satinetts, last winter $1 75, now $1 25; Balmoral skirts $3 cheaper; flanels 20 to 40 cents cheaper, hickory shirting 20 to 30 cents cheaprer. Call and see for yourselves, you will always find George, Uncle Billy Hays or Wash on hand and willing to show you any or everything they have. Remember east side the public square.


            Accident at the Depot. – On Monday night, a man aged about 70 years, named Willis, was endeavoring to drive his wagon over the east switch at the Depot, and in consequence of the darkness missed the crossing, and precipitated his wagon in the deep gully, while his horses stood upon the switch. Some bystanders requested the old man to keep back, and not endeavor to cross at that point. A freight train on the switch at that time, back, knocking down the horses, breaking the tongue, crushing the fore wheels, leaving only two or three spokes in one wheel. The wagon was otherwise damaged by the encounter, while the horses came out of the encounter pretty well, considering the surroundings, neither one being seriously damaged. At the time of the accident, there were in the wagon five ladies, one of whom, in jumping from the vehicle, sprained a limb. – No other damages.


            Choice Cigars. Our friend J. T. Webb, on the north side will please accept our thanks for some choice cigars. Those who want a good cigar should drop in and see Mr. Webb. He has also on hand a fine lot of groceries, and those in need of such articles will find it to their interest to call and examine.


            Killed. – A man, whose name we have been unable to learn, in attempting to get on the passenger train at Prairie City, on Tuesday morning was precipitated between the coaches, run over, and almost instantly killed.


            → S. P. Dewey is out this week with a new advertisement. His stock of ready made clothing is now complete, and his customers may rest assured that he keeps only the best quality of goods.


            Those Cigars. – Frank R. Kyle, the popular Druggist on the south side, will please accept the thanks of the Editor for a large lot of choice cigars. We would remark, en passant, that FRANK has a fine and well selected stock of Drugs on hand and those who patronize him will find him a clever fellow.

September 29, 1865

Macomb Journal


Being the Observations and Experi-
ences of a Private Soldier.




            As soon as the rebels discovered that they were not strong enough to take the stock ades inthe vicinity of New Haven they began to maneuver to get away from that part of the country, and join Morgan’s main force, which had taken an easterly course from Bardstown. The next morning after my adventure at the house of Mr. Price I went over to his house, upon his invitation, to get my breakfast, and also to get some food for McClintock and Houk, who were still with the horses in the mountains. As soon as I entered his house I saw that something was wrong. I was not long in being informed that the rebels had made him a visit and had taken from him his best horse, a splendid animal that he valued at over two hundred dollars, and that his own brother, Loyd Price, had led the rebels to his house, and pointed out the horse, and that he had acted as the rebels guide, and was even then absent from his home piloting the rebels through the intricate passes of that country. He told me that he had time and again rather screened the faults of his brother, and apologized for his disloyal acts; but that he was now done with him, and he didn’t care how soon we Yankees caught him and hung him.

I partook of an excellent breakfast, prepared by the fair hand of Susan, who had now become quite reconciled toward me, since she had become satisfied that I was not a rebel. She was not at all choice in her language respecting the conduct of her uncle Loyd, and she emphatically expressed her wish that the Yankees would catch him and give him his deserts. I made some inquiries respecting the appearance of this man Loyd Price, and gathered what information I could respecting the location of his house, its inmates, &c. I secretly resolved that I would watch for this rebel sympathizer and arrest him in the first opportunity.

I returned to the mountains and carried with me a good breakfast for my companions. I informed them of the situation of things at Price’s, and that the rebels had probably evacuated that part of the country. We resolved to return to camp that evening with the horses, going by way of Price’s farm, and at the same time take a look at the house of Loyd Price, and take him along if he was to be found.

The sun was perhaps about half an hour high as we reached the house of Mr. Orville Price. He was absent on a fruitless errand of an attempt to recover his stolen horse. We took our horses into the stack yard of Mr. Price and placed them where they could not be seen by any passers by. Susan and her mother were busy preparing us a supper of warm biscuits and fried chickens. From appearances at the house of Loyd Price, which was about a quarter of a mile distant, it was surmised that he had returned from his errand of piloting rebels away from our pursuing cavalry. – McClintock and I examined our pistols and dirks, and finding all in good order, we left Houk to stand guard over the horses while we made our way to the house of Loyd. By getting on the blind side of the house we managed to reach it without being discovered. We had previously laid our plans, and had concocted a story to the effect that we were Morgan’s men, and had accidentally been cut off from his command, and were now trying to rejoin him. I was the first to enter the house. McClintock remained outside to see that nobody should leave it after I entered. I found Loyd at home, and with assumed timidity I asked him if his name was Price. He answered it was. Then I asked him if it was Orville Price. “No, sir,” said he, “my name is Loyd Price.”

“All right;” said I, “you are a Southern right’s man. You have got a brother though that’s a cussed abolitionist. I didn’t know but you might be him.”

I then stepped to the door and called McClintock, telling him it was all right. McClintock entered, and we both took seats. Loyd looked a little troubled, but I commenced immediately:

“Pottinger told us you was all right, but that we must look out for Orville Price, your brother.”

“What Pottinger was that?” inquired Loyd.

“That’s the name of the man we staid with last night,” I replied.

There were three or four families of the name Pottinger living about seven miles south from there, and one of them, named Jeff. Pottinger, was a notorious sympathizer with secession, and it was our purpose to make Loyd believe that we were fresh from that nest of treason.

“Was it Jefferson Pottinger?” asked Loyd, looking at us rather sharply.

“I reckon it was,” said I; “any how, he lives on the road to Lebanon, and his house is right by a creek.”

“That’s Jeff. [missing] –ing a little more assured; “but what do you want of me?”

“Well, you see we belong to Morgan’s cavalry, and we got cut off from our command three days ago over to Elizabethtown, and we have come mighty near being caught by the Yankees two or three times. We now want to get on the Bardstown pike, and go over to that town, for Pottinger tells us that Morgan is over there, and he told us that you would help us along.”

“Yes, yes,” said Loyd, now looking vastly more pleased. “So, them, you are Southern soldiers. Of course, I will help you all I can.”

Loyd then, in reply to our questions, told us all about the rebel movements of the past few days, and told us how he had guided Owsley’s detachment of rebels over the mountains. He also gave us the names of such rebels on the Bardstown pike as we could trust, and the names of those we should avoid. We then asked him to go with us a piece on the road, so that we wouldn’t miss finding the pike.

“Oh,” said he, “I would do so with pleasure, but there is no use of that, as I can show you the pike from the house.”

He then led the way until we reached the west side of his house, and here he showed us the pike in the distance, and pointed out to us such houses as were occupied by Union citizens, and which we were instructed to avoid. While he was engaged in this labor of love, McClintock and I were standing a step or two behind him, apparently listening with much interest to the important information he was communicating to us. We concluded that we had now carried the joke about far enough, so we drew our pistols, and when Loyd turned around he looked square into the muzzles of two pistols. He comprehended his situation in a moment, and his face blanched with fear. We instituted a search of his garments, and finding he carried no deadly weapons, we ordered him to march ahead of us toward the house of his brother Orville. On the way he suddenly stopped, and asked permission to return to the house to get his pocket-book, which he assured us contained some six or seven hundred dollars. This he intended as a hint for us to accept a bribe. I told him I doubted whether he had that much money. He assured us that he had. Then said McClintock, “Let us go back and get it, for I am in want of just that amount of money.” The countenance of Loyd immediately assumed a different expression. He then suddenly remembered that all his money was in confederate currency. We concluded it wouldn’t pay to return to the house, and so we marched him along, and soon reached the house of Orville. We secured our prisoner by strapping his hands behind him while we enjoyed the excellent supper Mrs. Price and her daughter had prepared for us. Both these ladies justified the arrest of Loyd, and told him that he had justly forfeited his life, and they hoped never to be troubled with his presence again.

After supper we brought our horses to the door, and ordered Loyd to mount one of them. He made several attempts to mount, but at length gave up, and said that he hadn’t the strength to jump upon the horse. Either of our party could spring from the ground upon the back of a horse, and we thought that if Loyd made the proper effort he could do the same, but he assured us that it was impossible.

“Well,” said I, “I am not going to lift you on, and I am not going to leave you here, to steal horses and guide rebels through the country.” And calling upon one of Price’s boys who was standing near, I inquired if there was any cattle or other stock in a certain direction, and upon being informed that there was not, I ordered Loyd to stand out there. McClintock inquired what I was going to do. “Shoot him,” said I. “We certainly are not going to leave him here alive, and I am not going to lift him on the horse.” I drew my pistol as if about to fire, when Loyd yelled out, “Hold on; I think I can get on – I’ll try again,” and giving a smart spring he jumped upon the horse without any further difficulty.

It was now some two hours after sunset, but the moon was just rising, and as the sky was clear, we had no difficulty in finding our way through the winding paths which led out to the Bardstown pike. As it was now quite evident that the rebs had left that part of the country, we rode boldly on, and passed through the town of New Haven, on our way to the camp. We were stared at with much wonder and curiosity, as every stranger at that time was looked upon with suspicion. A rumor soon started that the rebels were returning, and that Morgan’s advance guard had passed through the town. This rumor had a run for a day or two, and then died a natural death.

Upon returning to camp we reported to headquarters, and were congratulated upon our safe return. We reported our prisoner, and the charges against him, and the manner of his arrest, &c. The Colonel was embarrassed to know what to do with him. We were still under command of Captain Gilbert, acting Major-General, who had issued an order that no man or officer should be allowed to go more than three hundred yards from the stockade. If the Colonel should send up to the General’s headquarters this prisoner, with the particulars of his arrest, he would be held guilty of a violation of the order restricting us to the three hundred yards’ limits. Every one was of opinion that the prisoner deserved some punishment, and it was not good policy to let him go unpunished. It was finally resolved that he should be terrified with the prospect of hanging, at any rate. This part of the programme was entrusted to a few of the boys of Co. H, and they did their part well. A guard was detailed to take charge of the prisoner, and these would manage to get up side conversations intended for the ear of the prisoner. They talked as though the trial of the prisoner was in progress by a drum-head court-martial. Every new-comer was inquired of as to the progress of the trial. At length the verdict was announced – the prisoner was to die the next morning at sunrise. During all this time the prisoner had listened with painful suspense and anxiety to the broken and disconnected conversations of the guard, and when at length I appeared in his presence he eagerly called me to him and inquired what had been done in his case. The man looked so terrified and horror-stricken that I immediately felt a sympathy for him, but I did not feel justified in undeceiving him as to his fate. After my conversation with him, he gave up all hope, and fell upon his knees and tried to pray, but I think he made poor work of it – in fact, he told me that he couldn’t pray. He told me how he wished his property disposed of, and regretted that he had ever had anything to do with the rebels. He had a younger brother in the Union army, and to him he directed that his property should be given.

The next morning he was measured for his coffin, and other things were practiced, all calculated to impress upon him the near approach of death. By this time his hair stood on end, and his eyes looked round as silver dollars. I spoke to him, and asked if he desired the services of a minister. He said he didn’t think a preacher could do him any good. He asked if there was any hope for him. I told him I had read that there was hope, even for the souls of sinners. “Oh,” says he, “I want to know if there is any chance of sparing my life.” I told him if he would send for his brother, perhaps he could have some influence with the Colonel. “I am afraid it would make the matter worse,” he replied. “I have wronged him so much, I don’t believe he would care to help me any.”

It was a part of our programme that the brother, Orville Price, should come to the camp, and it should be represented to the prisoner that, through his intercession, the sentence against him should be commuted. This arrangement was finally carried out. Loyd was put under bonds to behave himself thereafter as a true and loyal subject of the United States, and to pay his brother for the horse stolen from him. He complied with these conditions, and was permitted to depart. During the time that our regiment remained at New Haven, Loyd conducted himself very discreetly, and I suppose to this day he believes he owes his life to the intercession of his true and loyal brother.

To Be Continued.


The Copperhead Candidate for
County Clerk.

            Our old comrades in the 78th regiment will no doubt be surprised to learn that their fellow-soldier, Private Morris Chase, of Co. I, has received the nomination for County Clerk at the hands of the Copperhead party of this county. They will be surprised for two reasons: 1st. That a soldier who volunteered in a war which was declared by the Democratic party of this county to be inhuman, unjust and unconstitutional, should now affiliate with that same party; and, 2d, that a person of so little experience and capability should be selected to fill so important a position as the office of County Clerk.

Morris Chase was known among his companions as a very good-natured, jolly, rollicking sort of a boy. We believe he made a tolerably good soldier. He was taken prisoner at the battle of Chickamauga, and was not exchanged until near the close of the war. He is a Democrat by instinct, as he was never known to give a reason for his political faith. His Democratic friends might call him a “minion,” a “hireling,” a “Lincoln purp,” and such like names, and he would never see the point to them, or once think of being offended.

He was not selected because he had any qualifications for the office. He was selected because the Copperhead party wanted one soldier to bait the ticket with, and Chase was the only one they could find in the county.


            → At the September term of the city court of Brooklyn, N. Y., a colored man named Robert Jackson was duly summoned and impanneled as a juror. This is the first case of the kind in Kings county.

We find the above in one of our exchanges, and copy it for the benefit of the Democracy hereabouts. Some ten or twelve years since we had the honor of being a resident of Brooklyn [fold] number of years as clerk of election. We knew Mr. Robert Jackson well, and have recorded his name as a voter in the old 11th ward a number of times. By his own energy and industry he had accumulated a large property, and is now a thriving crockery merchant in that city. We think he has all the qualifications to make an intelligent juryman.

Mr. Jackson was made a voter by the Democratic party, and he is now summoned as a juror by a Democratic Sheriff in a Democratic city.


            → Our young friend Clarke, of the firm of S. J. Clarke & Co., has returned from New York city with the largest and most splendid stock of books, albums, annuals, stationary, etc., etc., ever brought to this city. His beautiful store is now filled to its utmost capacity, and abounds with beautiful pictures and other attractions, which make it the most popular resort in the city.




Old Pomposity in the Chair!

The Old Gray Horse Redivivus!



A Bait for Soldiers’ Votes!



“Nigger in the Wood-Pile!”

            Monday last, the 25th inst., the great unterrified and unwashed Democracy of this county met in Convention at Campbell’s Hall. The meeting was called to order by the Chief Fugle-man, J. C. Thompson, who nominated “Old Pomposity” as Chairman of the meeting, which, being put to a vote, was unanimously carried. Upon taking the chair, “Old Pomposity” – otherwise known as “Louder,” or James M. Campbell – made the very original remark that the Convention needed a Secretary; whereupon Wm. T. Head was made Secretary, and ye chief fugle-man assistant. After a silence for a few minutes, ye fugle-man suggested that a committee of three be appointed to draft resolutions as the sense of the meeting – a proceeding which we thought entirely useless, as the aforesaid fugle-man had a hat-full already prepared; when the chair appointed “ye aforesaid,” together with Johnson Merritt and Victor Hardin, Esqrs.

The committee, with elongated faces and slow and solemn step, retired to “draft” the resolutions. “Old Pomposity” again made a suggestion to the effect that a few short speeches might appropriately be made. The old “Gray Horse” – known as John E. Jackson – was called for. He appeared on the stand, and started out with the startling intelligence that he would be a candidate before that august body for the office of County Judge. He said that some of his brethren objected to him from the fact that he didn’t vote for McClellan. Considering that open confession was good for the soul, he acknowledged that such was the case, and assigned as the reason that McClellan was too much addicted to arresting Democrats, and cited the arrest of the Maryland Legislature. He wanted the Convention to vote with their eyes open, which they did, as Mr. John E. Jackson, Esq., “O. G. H.,” [transpose the latter initials,] was not nominated.

Ye Oracle – L. G. Reid – was the next man trotted out for the edification of them-asses assembled. He informed the Convention that he was no stump-speaker – an assertion that we heartily agreed with. He stated that, unlike brother Jackson, he did vote for McClellan with tears in his eyes, he confessed to the damning fact – “but it was a mighty bitter pill.” If he had it to do over again, he did not believe he could do it. [Great applause among the unwashed.] “Our country,” he said, “was just through a great and devastating war, and was now on the brink of destruction, and could only be saved by everybody joining the Democratic party, and adopting the platform which was begun in 1798, and finished in 1860; that ‘Sambo’ was making rapid strides in the race for life and happiness, to get ahead of the white race, and he was mighty ‘fraid they would succeed, unless we all joined the Democracy, and go back to first principles,” [that is, re-enslave the nigger, take the wenches for concubines, and do away with free schools.] During the remarks of Ye Oracle, the committee on resolutions returned, and reported a string of resolutions, the gist of which was opposition to allowing niggers to be better than Democrats; in favor of taxing United States bonds – in direct opposition to the decision of Chief Justice Marshall, – and in favor of the Board of Supervisors directing the township tax collectors to give receipts to private soldiers for the amount of their bounty tax. We leave it to the good sense of the people to see where the “laugh comes in” on that resolution.

The resolutions having been unanimously adopted, the Convention proceeded to nominate candidates. The slate being in possession of an attachee of the Court House, whose legs we could just see sticking out of the end of the judges’ stand, the names of candidates for County Judge were read off. John S. Bailey, Wm. H. Jackson, John E. Jackson and Johnson Merritt were put in nomination. John S. Bailey, having understood that he was not acceptable to a portion of the crowd – being too honest and high-minded, we suppose – respectfully declined, stating as a reason, and a very good one we opine, that the gel-lorious Dimocracy would need al the votes that they could muster to come anywhere near succeeding at the ensuing election. With virtuous indignation cropping out all over his rubicund countenance, he slowly retired from the presence. After which the voting went on. There being no choice on the first ballot, another was had, which resulted in the choice of Wm. H. Jackson. The old G. H., like a meteor, scintillated for a few minutes, but went out as quick. John W. Westfall, ex-postmaster, ex-expressman, and ex-whisky seller, was nominated for Treasurer. We pass him by for the present, having nothing to say about him, either good, bad, or indifferent.


            Ignoring all the contemptuous language that the copperhead party has hurled at the soldiers of the late war, this immaculate Convention thought it a pious notion to put at least one of the blue-coated gentry on their ticket, and they have been endeavoring for the last few weeks to find one that was idiotic enough to let his name be used for bait. At last they succeeded in finding a degenerate son of an honored sire – one Morris Chase, a private of the 78th. We reserve a separate article for this boy, merely premising that he is used as a cat’s paw to pull chestnuts out of the fire for another man.


            Having got a private soldier on the ticket, the Convention was satisfied, and then “went back to first principles,” and nominated a man for County Superintendent of Schools who was whipped by a private soldier. Theodore Kindrick, another degenerate son of a worthy sire, is the man. Having been literally whipped by a private soldier, he will not mind it much to be politically whipped by another soldier.

Mr. Nichol, the present Surveyor, declining to run again, the place on the ticket was filled by the name of Joseph Morris – a person whom no one seemed to know, or care to know.

The Convention, for a wonder, was very harmonious; but when we take into consideration the certainty of being defeated, our wonder ceases to be very great. The copperhead party of this county know that it is doomed, and therefore the members take it easy, resolving to grin and bear it like heroes.

We did not stay to hear the closing remarks of the chief fugle-man, but have been informed that he did not express any of that honest indignation that swelled his manly bosom during the summer of ’64 at the despotism of Abraham Lincoln and his “hireling purps” – the soldiers. O, no! The indignation of “ye aforesaid” and his crew has evaporated into thin air; votes are good things. Selah!


            Accounted For. – An exchange says the corn crop of Central Illinois is immense, and parties in that section are anticipating as low a price this winter as fifteen cents per bushel, in view of which many persons are purchasing stock.

Perhaps this may account for the large shipments of stock cattle from Missouri into Illinois. Citizens of Quincy have doubtless noticed the large and frequent droves of cattle that have lately almost daily crossed the ferry at this point and been sent into the interior for feeding. It has been matter of common remark that such large quantities of stock have never been crossed over from the other side of the Mississippi for feeding purposes. As the man said who was betting on an election, “We’ll bet on our side of the river.” – Quincy Whig.



A large assortment of pocket-books, money purses, and post-monies at Chapman & Co.’s, north side of the square.


            → Goods that were 75 cents last winter are now selling at George Bailey’s at 45 cents.


            → All wool delaines at Geo. Bailey’s for 60 cents, worth $1,00 last winter.


Australian Clay Pen.

This beautiful and good pen can only be obtained at Chapman & Co.’s, north side of the square.


            → Dr. Hammond has moved into his new dwelling, on the corner of Carroll and McArthur streets, north-west of the public square.


            → We learn that George W. Smith, Esq., is about to open a grocery store in the old express office building, south side of the square. May success attend him.



We refer our lady readers to the card of Mrs. McDonald, who advertises her Millinery Business in this week’s paper. Mrs. McD. is an experienced Milliner, and always gives good satisfaction.


Don’t Forget.

As this is the season of the year when schools commence, our readers should bear in mind that C. C. Chapman & Co. have a large supply of school books on hand for sale.


The Census.

We learn from W. S. Hall, deputy commissioner, that the total population of McDonough is 25,669, an increase of about 3000 over the report of 1860.


            → A small smash-up occurred at the depot on Monday evening last. A man trying to cross the railroad ahead of the locomotive missed his calculation, and had one of his horses knocked down, and the fore wheels of his wagon taken off. Fortunately no other damage was done.


“Still Ahead.”

Geo. W. Bailey, on the east side of the square, is selling goods rumor says a little cheaper than any other house in town.

“Anything you can buy cheaper anywhere else, you can bring back and get your money,” is his motto.


Soldiers Reception.

The citizens of Hancock county propose to give the soldiers a grand reception at Carthage, on Saturday, October 7th. Extensive preparations are being made for a grand affair. The returned soldiers from this county are cordially invited to be present and to partake of the hospitalities of the occasion.


Going to Quit.

Our friend, Capt. John M. Cyrus, proprietor of the grocery store in Campbell’s corner, is selling out at cost, preparatory to emigrating to the State of Georgia. We are sorry to loose the “Cap.,” but as he is bound to leave, we advise him to go by the way of the State of Matrimony. What do you think, John?


McCord’s Varieties.

An excellent troupe of performers, under the management of Prof. Theo. J. Davis, the young American ventriloquist and humorist, are now performing in this city during the day at their pavilion near the Fair Grounds. In the evening they perform at Campbell’s Hall. An excellent bill is promised for Friday evening.


            → Quite a number of our young men have recently left the city to attend school in other places. Among those gone we may mention Wm. Franklin, Bob Davis, John Venable, and John Beard. There are others whose names we cannot remember just now. Misses Rinda Hamilton and Julia Davis have also gone to Abingdon to attend school.


Christian Church.

Elder E. R. Hand, from Plattsburg, Mo., has been holding a series of meetings in the Christian Church in this city, for about two weeks past, to large and appreciative audiences. He has awakened a lively interest in religious subjects among his auditors. He will officiate at the above Church on Sunday next at the usual hours.


A Change.

The well-known hotel in this city, the “Brown House,” has changed hands; Mr. Brown retiring, and Mr. James McClintock taking possession. We understand that “Jim.” starts out well, as a landlord, and that he knows how to “keep hotel.” We propose to test the merits of his larder soon, when we will report. In the meantime, we would advise all the hungry people who visit our city to give Jim. a call, and test the matter for themselves.


            → Mrs. Geo. W. Patrick, wife of Geo. W. Patrick, of Colchester, in this county, while on a visit to her father in Wisconsin, had the misfortune to loose her youngest child by death. The corpse was brought to this city for interment, and was buried at Oakwood Cemetery on Monday last. The bereaved parents have our condolences in their affliction.


Police Item.

On Monday last a drunken scamp, whose name is not worthy of being mentioned in these columns, was brought before Justice Withrow for the crime of beating his wife. Wife-beating being a common crime, he was only fined the pitiful sum of three dollars and costs. It should have been so large that he could not have paid it, so that he would have went to jail for awhile.


Man Killed.

We learn through our friend, J. H. Epperson, Esq., of Bushnell, that a man was killed at Prairie City on Tuesday, by the cars running over him. It seems that the man attempted to get on the cars while in motion, and, his foot slipping, he fell beneath the cars and was instantly killed. This is only one of the numerous warnings that are constantly occurring about getting on or off the railroad cars while in motion. We did not learn the man’s name, nor his place of residence.

P. S. We have since learned that the name of the unfortunate man was Jesse Cunninghams, an esteemed citizen of Prairie City. He had started to come to this city on business. He leaves a family to mourn his untimely fate.


More Foul than “Fair.”

The usual attempt on the McDonough County Fair came duly to hand on Wednesday morning last, the opening day of the Fair. We refer to that article that treats impartially the just and the unjust – gentle rain. The sun was supposed to have arisen that morning in all its effulgent and resplendent glory; we say supposed, for we could not see it, as the dark and lowering clouds hid its divulgent rays from mortal ken. The rain, unlike Charity, “which droppeth as the gentle dew from Heaven,” came down plentifully and fast, putting a damper upon the spirits of all.

September 23, 1865

Macomb Eagle


BY L. A. Simmons.




            On the morning of August 16th 863, the advance toward Chattanooga commenced. The right wing of the army (20th corps) commanded by Gen. McCook, moved directly south toward the Tennessee river; the center (14th corps) under Gen. Thomas, along the line of the railroad toward Stevenson and Bridgeport, Ala; and the right (21st corps) under Gen. Crittenden was to move from Manchester and McMinnville directly towards Chattanooga, by the routes found most practicable across the mountains. Gen. Wood’s division moved directly to McMinnville, and from the point, with Van Cleve’s division took the road to Pikeville; while Gen. Palmer’s division to which our Regiment belonged, marched nearly eastward on what was known as the Hickory creek road, and at night encamped at Viola a very small town of only three or four houses about eight (8) miles southwest of McMinnville. The morning had been fair but about noon a heavy rain set in, and we were reminded of our advance from Nashville, and from Murfreesborough; and the remark was common ‘that it always rains when Gen. Rosecrans starts on a campaign.’ Most of the artillery had crossed the swamp east of Manchester before the rain set in, but wagon trains were all night and till late the next day in getting through. Starting from Viola on the 17th, we marched nearly eastward into what is known as Northcut’s cove which is at the foot of the main ridge of the mountains. The country through which we passed was as fine as any we had ever seen in the south. The farms were not large, but the crops were very good, and there were indications of thrift and prosperity at and about almost every homestead. Many large orchards along the route were bending with their annual burden, and peaches were brought to the roadside in abundance. From this cove we passed through a narrow gap, and came into another, which we were informed was known as Roger’s hollow. Here on either hand were farms extending far up on the sides of the mountain ridges, and the cove or hollow widened till we came into a quite level tract several miles in extent, through which flowed a swift mountain stream; on either bank of which were farms, and meadows and pastures so large and level, that we were strongly reminded of our own beautiful Prairie State. Near this stream (Collins creek,) we passed a group of old brick building, greatly out of repair but extensive and commodious, which we were informed was Irving College. The sire was certainly a very remarkable one for an institution of learning, in the midst of the mountains, far from river or railroad; yet the purity of the air, as well as the delightful mountain scenery upon every hand, had a few years previous made this one of the most popular institutions of the State.

So far we had passed through gaps and between ridges, but a few miles further on after crossing Collins creek, we came to the Main ridge, in which we could discover no break or gap for many miles on either side of the road; which being the direct one from McMinnville to Dunlap, had some years before been well worked and partially macadamized. The road wound up the side of the mountain in a sort of zigzag, so that, although it was only about a mile and a half in a direct line. It was at least three miles by this devious and winding wagon road.

We were not a little surprised to find the road so skillfully constructed up the mountain. It was laid no doubt by a scientific and practical engineer, and years ago when this was one of the principle stage routes between Middle and East Tennessee, much labor was most certainly bestowed upon it. The Division reached the summit a little after noon, and after a brief rest, marched on about two miles to a small ravine, where there was abundance of good water, and here the wearied men speedily put up their shelter tents, and encamped for the night. The artillery met with but little difficulty in the ascent, being assisted by the troops; but the wagon trains were all overloaded, and although the teams were doubled, so as to have eight mules to each wagon, it was with great difficulty that the wagons were brought up. All night long the work was incessantly continued, and at sunrise the next morning there were several large trains at the foot of the mountain, which had not yet been able to get upon the road. This night will be long remembered by the writer, for there was some severe labor; and if not “days of danger” certainly “nights of waking” in the Quartermaster department. About noon the next day, most of the wagon trains having reached the summit the Division set forward, and not a few were surprised to find a level country, almost two thousand feet above the valley in which we had been marching the day before. We advanced only five or six miles through a thickly timbered country, and again encamped. On the sides of the mountain, the yellow or pitch pine is thickly interspersed with oak and chestnut; but upon the level summit, though, there are occasionally a few hundred acres of pine timber, it is mainly oak of several varieties, with here and there a chestnut, and an undergrowth of whortleberry and sourwood.

On the morning of the 25th, we were upon the road at sunrise, and soon came into a more broken section, winding around some very deep ravines and gulches, and at ten o’clock having marched at least ten miles, began the descent into the Sequatchee valley. The valley lies between the two main ridges of the Cumberland mountains, and is some five or six miles wide. With the exception of a line of low cone shaped hills running nearly in the center, it is level and well cultivated, having a rich soil, and is one of the most productive in this portion of the South. From this point of observation the beautiful farms and substantial farm houses, for several miles up and down the valley were plainly in view. The descent with the artillery and trains was accomplished with much difficulty, and in some places attended with no little danger; for the side of the mountain is a succession of precipices, among which the road winds from one shelf to another, and in some places by carelessly driving a few feet from the track a wagon might have been thrown off several hundred feet at a single bound. About noon the Division encamped in and about the town of Dunlap a town of but few houses, situated near the center of one of the most delightful valleys on the continent. After a hearty dinner, of which green corn and peaches were the most delectible portions, our brigade moved about a mile westward to the very base of the mountain, almost beneath the towering cliffs, and encamped near some large springs: which flowing out almost from the base afforded water as clear as crystal, and as cool as could be desired. In this pleasant camp we remained until the 1st day of September.

We soon ascertained that nearly all the inhabitants of this valley were and had ever been firm and devoted friends of the Union, and that very few recruits had ever been obtained here by the Confederates except by drafting. We were here compelled to forage heavily: loading whole fields of corn, stalks and all upon our wagons, which were sent out every morning; but the owners scarcely considered it a grievance; they were so anxious for our success, that they were as a general thing perfectly satisfied with the receipts which we gave them for their fine crops of corn and hay. The presence of a large army was something new in that locality, and the next day after our arrival scores of citizens came in to see the “jolly boys in blue.” We noticed one company of eighteen or twenty ladies all on horseback, several of whom we noticed were very pretty, and all were gay and graceful, if not elegant equestriennes. While in camp in this valley, we were able to procure abundance of vegetables, green corn, and fruit; and for once had the material for a living almost as good as we were accustomed to at home. The men at this camp, again found much cause for complaint, in the camp guards and strict orders which Col. Grose immediately established. The Col. was social and pleasant on the march, but always seemed cross and severe when in camp. On a trivial pretext at this place he ordered Lieut. Edson of Co. A in arrest, from which he did not release him for nearly three months, though he must have known there was no sufficient ground for charges against him. Of course the Col. was greatly annoyed by the constant demand for passes to go outside the brigade camp; and occasionally had the opportunity of overhearing the men make remarks about himself, not in any degree polite or complimentary. These he no doubt dealt with severely when he afterwards found opportunity. We have here preserved a specimen of the brave colonels malignity and literary ability in the approval which he wrote upon a pass, presented by a man of our Regiment. – it reads thus. “Appd This man had very insulting language & conduct to the Brig Com’dor yesterday.” “Wm Grose Col Comdg Brig”

During the week which we remained here, we had scores of rumors and reports as to the advance of other portions of the army, and the movements of the enemy – The intrepid and impetuous Col. Wilder, with his gallant Brigade of mounted infantry, had pushed on when we halted at Dunlap; and having found the enemy strongly intrenched of Harrison’s Landing, a few miles above Chattanooga, had taken a position upon the low hills directly across the river from the city and was daily harassing the inhabitants with screeching messengers from his twelve pound rifled field pieces – Gen Palmer’ with one Brigade of this Division (Hazen’s) had crossed directly over Walden’s Ridge from Dunlap, to support Wilder; and each day we heard the artillery, and shortly afterward there would be rumors of an attack of hard fighting, and several times it was currently believed that Wilder had crossed the river and taken the city. – Hourly we were looking for the order to go forward across the remaining Ridge of the mountain, an take part in the investment of this noted little city; but it was not so ordered; and on the morning of the 1st of September, we moved down the Sequatchee Valley towards the Tennessee River, taking the direct road to Bridgeport, which place had already been several days in possession of our forces. – We marched about twenty miles during the day down this very fertile valley and encamped on a small stream, called the Little Sequatchee or Sequatchee Creek. – The mountain scenery along the lower portion of this valley we think the grandest we have ever seen, we were about to say the grandest in the Union: – but grand and beautiful scenery could not wholly devert the minds of all from the wearisome marching, and before we went into Camp, not a few were fretting and swearing because we were going too far on the first day, after a week in Camp. On the following morning we moved about a mile away from good water and abundance of wood, and again went into Camp. – How often then were the questions asked, “Why did we march twenty miles yesterday, and only a mile this morning?” “Why are we marched away from wood and water and halted upon a flat weedy field?” The inevitable answer came stereotyped long before, when anything was done that was evidently a blunder or utterly unreasonable, “because it is military.

On the morning of Sept. 3d, we marched at daylight, and about sunrise passed through the town of Jasper, containing about twenty houses and a few miles Southward came to the Tennessee River. We proceeded two or three miles down the River to the mouth of Battle Creek, and halted at some strong fortifications built under the direction of Gens McCook and Mitchell more than a year before, when Gen Buell had command of the army in this department. The wagon trains were immediately sent down to Bridgeport to cross the River on the Pontoon Bridge, and our Division set to work to build rafts. Before night our Regiment had commenced crossing and Capt Higgins with large detail was sent across the river to select a Camp for the Brigade and establish picket-lines. Many of the men swam the river as soon as they could get their knapsacks, guns and accoutrements carried over on the rafts. There was a novelty in this work and though there was considerable hard labor in it; yet the men were full of mirth and enthusiasm, and the ferrying progressed rapidly. During the night the whole Division crossed and encamped near the town, or rather railroad station, of Shellmound; there to await the arrival of the wagon trains.

When the trains reached Bridgeport the pontoon bridge was not entirely completed, and all the trains of the 14th corps were already waiting to cross. Before night however they began to cross, for the Pioneer corps were an energetic set of men, and did not mean that the movements of the army should be long retarded for want of a bridge, a thousand feet long. The writer being in charge of a train here had the pleasure of meeting with Sergeant Green and others of the 84th Illinois, who were detailed at Nashville for this branch of the service; and from them learned that Gen. McCook’s corps had already crossed on a bridge of their construction, thrown across the river near Stevenson, Ala. The boys engaged in this branch or arm of the service, were finding a vast amount of hard labor, falling to their share, yet they were as healthy, cheerful and light-hearted a set of men as were ever gathered together. There are really two bridges at Bridgeport, for a large island here divides the river: the broader portion of the stream passing on the west side of the island, while the main channel is on the other side. The men detailed from our Regiment, belonged to company D of the Pioneer corps, and this company had charge of the shorter bridge. The trains commenced to cross only a few hours after we arrived, but we had to wait until the morning the 5th before it came our turn to pass over. The trains rejoined the Brigade near Shellmound about one o’clock the same day, and about four the same evening the Division marched, proceding along the rail road towards Chattanooga, and ebcamped near Whiteside.

While lying at Shellmound, many had an opportunity of going into the somewhat celebrated “Nick-o-jack cave” which was only half a mile distant. The mouth of the cave is about thirty or thirty five feet in height, and sixty or seventy feet in width; and from this vast hiatus in the mountain side, pours forth a deep clear stream; which it is said enters the mountain on the opposite side, nine miles distant. We saw men, who said they had passed through the entire distance in a canoe.

[To be Continued.]


Democrats be up and Doing.

            As the meeting of the County Convention will take place next Monday it is necessary that the Democrats of the various townships act promptly in selecting delegates. Let every Democrat and Conservative be at the primary meeting on Saturday and see that the very best men are selected as delegates to the convention. If the delegates will lay aside personal preferences and act simply for, the good of the whole and give us a ticket of good men, we will sweep the traitors and fanatics of this county so far into political eternity that Gabriel’s trumpet will not awake them. Let the Democrats be up and doing, knowing well that the enemies of their God, their country and humanity, will leave no stone unturned to beat them, and that there is no fraud too mean or contemptible that they will not resort to. It then behooves every lover of his country to buckle on the armor and to fight valiantly in this war against negro suffrage and negro equality and in favor of white man’s government. Then be not discouraged because some who have hitherto acted with us have turned traitor to their party, and not only to their party, but to every principle of a free country, and have united with that party which has from its conception denounced the constitution of their country as a “covenant with death and an agreement with hell,” and who, in 1856, paraded the prairies of our own beautiful State with a sixteen star flag, and who trailed the Star Spangled Banner in the dust, and said:

“Tear down the flaunting lie.
Half mast the starry flag
Insult no sunny sky
With hate’s polluted rag.”


            → The republican convention passed resolutons that their proceedings be published in all of the county papers. We would cheerfully have complied with the request, had they been furnished us at the time they were furnished the other papers in this county, but to publish them after they have appeared in the other papers is a little more than we are willing to do.


The Fair Next Week.

            The eighth annual County Fair will begin next Wednesday. The success of the exhibition we think is a sure thing. We believe everybody is going, and if all take something to exhibit, as they should do, there will be no uneasiness or embarrassment felt as to its success, by those who are well wishers of the Fair. To make a successful affair, and one that we may feel proud of, every district of our county must be represented, and every farmer and mechanic see that he enters his articles for a premium, and not imagine that his neighbor has something that he cannot compete with, or that his neighborhood will be represented enough without his competition. It is the duty of every farmer to exhibit his products, and it is the duty of the Awarding Committee to give his entries a fair and impartial examination and corresponding reward of merit, and so with all the other classes and exhibitions of industry. That every one should get a premium, it is not expected; but the idea is for every farmer, every stock breeder, every mechanic, every nurseryman, ever gentleman or lady manufacturer to exhibit before the Society and the people the evidences of their industry and excellence in their particular avocations. – They will in this manner, if no other object is gained, give notoriety to their business, as well as their efforts in competing for the ascendency.


Larger Than Ever.

            Mr. I. August has lately returned from the East with the largest finest and most beautiful stock of gent’s furnishing goods ever brought to this city. Mr. A.’s reputation as a judge of goods is sufficient to recommend the stock. He has the advantage of many merchants, as he purchased them for cash, and consequently got them much lower than otherwise, and is prepared to sell his goods very cheap. In connection with his establishment he keeps the very best tailors, and at present has, we believe, the best cutter in the city. Those wishing a fine and fashionable suit should not fail to call on Mr. August.


Soldiers Monument Association.

            In pursuance of the call published in the newspapers of the county, a meeting was held at the Court House, in Macomb, on Saturday, September 16th, 1865, for the purpose of organizing a Soldiers Monument Association. The meeting was called to order by Lt. Col. Roach, and Samuel Calvin, Esq., selected as chairman, and L. A. Simmons as Secretary. Mr. Roach then stated the object of the meeting, referring to the Address which was recently published, and our obligation as citizens of McDonough County, to do something to commemorate the services and sacrifices of those who have fallen in defense of our country.

Mr. Blackburn then made a few pertinent remarks on the subject of organization, and stated that Mr. Simmons had been requested to prepare a Constitution. – Mr. Simmons being called upon gave his reasons why a Monument should be erected in this County, and why a permanent organization was necessary, in order to carry forward the undertaking successfully. At the request of the meeting he then made a hastily proposed Constitution, which the meeting proceeded to take up, amend, and adopt article by article.

When this was finished, on motion of Mr. Blackburn, the Constitution was as a whole adopted as the Constitution of the McDonough County Soldier’s Monument Association.

Twenty-five gentlemen present then signed said constitution; and are by the same constituted the Charter Members of the Association. Their names are G. W. Welch, J. D. Hainline, George W. Reid, William Ervin, W. E. Withrow, William Hunter, W. H. Hainline, Samuel Calvin, D. W. Reid, Amos Scott, Pressley Hobbs, Chancey Case, James K. Magie, J. K. Roach, C. V. Chandler, James Rollins, Charles J. Bartleson, Samuel R. Jones, A. Blackburn, W. T. Harris, Ferman Castro, Richard Kellaugh, J. W. Hume, Tomas Kellaugh, L. A. Simmons.

On motion, the Association proceeded to the Election of officers by a vote viva voce.

The following were elected, Charles Chandler, President. Alex. Blackburn Vice President, L. A. Simmons, Secretary, J. H. Cummings, Treasurer.

Directors, James Rollins, J. D. Hainline, William Ervin, Thomas M. Jordon, D. M. Wyckoff.

On motion, the Association then proceeded to select a committee of sixteen, one from each Township in the County, to procure subscription, funds, &c.

The following named gentlemen were selected for this committee:

Capt. J. B. Johnson, Prairie City; James Booth, Jr., Walnut Grove; John Logan, Sciota; Samuel Logan, Blandinville; Vandever Banks, Hire; G. G. Guy, Emmett; O. F. Piper, Macomb; Lewis Smith, Mound; G. P. Waters, New Salem; Samuel R. Jones, Scotland; William Hunter, Chalmers; G. W. Welch, Tennessee; Lemett Little, Lamoine; Samuel Calvin, Bethel; D. M. Creel, Industry; Samuel Frost, Eldorado.

J. D. Hainline, Esq., then made a proposition, which he wished entered upon the records of this Association, in terms as follows: That during the ensuing three months, he will be one of twenty, who will jointly donate one thousand dollars, to the Association for the purpose of erecting a Monument, that is to say, Fifty Dollars each.

Mr. Roach then offered the following resolution which was unanimously adopted.

Resolved, That it is the sense of this meeting, that the Soldier’s Monument, which this Association proposes to erect, should be erected upon the public square, in the city of Macomb, if it be found practicable.

Various matters in connection with the proper method of raising funds, the size, height, material, &c., of the Monument, the duties of the committees, &c., were then discussed.

On motion, the secretary was directed to offer to each of the newspapers in the county, a copy of the proceedings of this meeting for publication.

On motion, the Association adjourned to meet at 10 o’clock, A. M. on Saturday, December 16th, 1865, in some room to be by the executive committee provided in the city of Macomb.




            Please announce Theadore Kendrick as a candidate, for school Commissioner subject to this decision of the Democratic convention – and oblige                MANY VOTERS.

We are authorized to announce the name of John E. Jackson, as a candidate for County Judge, subject to the decision of the Democratic County Convention. He is an old Democrat, and well qualified for the position.

The friends of Morris Chase, a true Democrat, who has served three years in the U. S. Army, desire to announce that they will present his name to the Democratic County Convention as a candidate for County Clerk. Mr. C. enlisted as a private and was taken prisoner in Tennessee, and was placed in the Stanton Wirz slaughter pen at Andersonville. He has been a Democrat all his life, and can now see no reason for selling out.


Democratic Meeting.

            The Democrats of Emmett township are requested to meet at Union school house on Saturday, September 23rd 1865, at 2 o’clock for the purpose of selecting delegates to the county convention.


            → When you come to the Fair next week – an every body and his wife intends to do – you will want to buy a few dry goods for fall and winter wear. The place to make selections and get the most goods for your money is Mr. Abbott’s, southwest corner of the square. His goods are 5 to 10 per cent. cheaper than those of other houses who purchased later in the season. Call and see that this statement is true.



            A cotemporary, among its answers to correspondents, says: “The use ov teeth wus furst discovered by a man whose name wuz Moth[??] Adam. He kep, tha say, a pea-nut, stoll in the Bullevard de Paradise. His wife, Mrs. Exe Adam, persuaded him one day, (when in a fit of passhun) to stick his finger in her mouth, which he very willingly did. – The effect cannot be described. Suffice it to say, he drowned his mizery in Chicago ale, the best of which can always be found at Stuard’s saloon in the Randolph block.


            → We learn that on Wednesday evening last some one entered the saloon of Mr.W. B. Naylor, and took from the drawer from 8 to 10 dollars.


            Lost or Stolen. – A pocket book containing two notes given by Wm. Tatman and S. Tatman, Randolph Hall and Reuben Porter to W. Wolford for $320.00 and $9.75. – Also about $25 in currency. Any person returning the same to the undersigned, will be liberally rewarded.



The Red Jacket Stomach Bitters invigorate the system, give tone to the stomach, and enliven the mind. Thousands have used it, and there is but one voice, and that of their wonderful cures. They are sold by all druggist.



            Everybody should secure a fine photograph while life lasts; a few short days, or years at most, and all that is mortal will pass away. And when death shall have done its work, it will be a pleasure for your friends to have a fac similie of yourself to look at. Then go to Hawkins & Philpot and secure one while you are in the bloom of health.

September 22, 1865

Macomb Journal


Being the Observations and Experi-
ences of a Private Soldier.




            In my interviews with some of the Union citizens of New Haven the name of Orville Price had been mentioned to me as a true and reliable Union man, but that his brother, Loyd Price, was an unprincipled rebel. As near as I could calculate from the map, which I have previously mentioned, I thought the house of Orville Price could not be over a mile distant, and as our horses needed food I concluded to make the venture and seek Mr. Price and obtain some corn if possible. The rebels were scouting the country thereabouts at that time, and it would probably not have been very healthy for me to have fallen into their hands, if they should have ascertained that I was a Yankee soldier. But it will be remembered that I as at this time dressed in the garb peculiar to that locality – straw hat and butternut. I had no difficulty in finding the house of Mr. Price. But I wished to be sure that I was at the right place. I reached the door without being discovered, and thus suddenly came upon a number of women who appeared to have congregated at this place for mutual safety and protection. They were somewhat disturbed at my presence, for they took me to be one of John Morgan’s thieves. I inquired if that was the house of Mr. Orville Price and was promptly informed by Mrs. Price that it was. In answer to my inquiries I was told that Mr. Price had gone to the town of New Haven and they were expecting him back every minute. They evidently thought it would be a hint for me to leave to let me know that Mr. Price was expected.

“Well,” I said, “if Mr. Price is expected home so soon I will wait until he comes,” and so walked in and invited myself to a seat. I saw that Mrs. Price was much disturbed in her feelings. She thought, probably supposing me to be a rebel, that I had some evil designs towards Mr. Price, as he was well known as an active Union man. A daughter of Mrs. Price, a handsome young lady of about eighteen years, was upset, and she looked at me with tiger eyes which were as black as coal. In my conversation, I assumed as well as I could, the peculiar dialect of the Kentuckians, and all present believed without a doubt that I was one of Morgan’s cutthroats. I had no disposition to add to the terror of the ladies, but I did not deem it expedient just then to convince them that I was a true Union Yankee. I asked in regard to the sentiment in that neighborhood on the question of “Southern rights,” whether the “Unionists” or “Southern rights” people were predominant.

“Oh,” says Mrs. Price, “we women folks don’t know much about these questions. – We don’t bother ourselves with them. – Mr. Price is a very quiet sort of man, and he lets other people think just as they please.”

I saw that this remark did not please the daughter. She looked more fierce than ever. At length her tongue loosened. Looking straight at me she gave me a piece of her mind as follows: –

“If you want to know it, Mr. Price, my father , is a Union man, and he aint so very quiet either. He hates rebels as he hates pizen, and he would kill one just as quick as he would kill a rattle-snake.”

“Bully for him,” says I.

The old lady was alarmed. She was evidently afraid the rashness of her daughter would get them into trouble.

“Oh, Susan,” says she, for that was her name, “how you talk. You know that father don’t wish to hurt anybody.”

“I know that he has no love for the mean, rotten, stinking secesh, and nobody that deserves to live has any love for them.”

“Well, my young lady,” says I, I can understand very well that you are strong enough for the Union.”

“So I am,” says he, “and I don’t care who knows it.”

The old lady was moved to remonstrate with Susan. “Susan,” says she, “you always was too rash and impetuous. I have no doubt there are some very good and honest Southern rights people. This gentleman may be in favor of Southern rights, and it is not polite, any how, for you to talk so about them.”

“Polite or not polite, I will tell the truth,” and with this remark the young lady darted out of the room, and into another part of the house.

The old lady commenced all sorts of apologies for Susan, actuated wholly by her fears. The other ladies present had said nothing so far, but I put the question plainly and bluntly to them to know if they were for the Union, like Susan. They hesitated a little at first, but at length one of them spoke, “If you must know it, sir, we are all Union people here, We don’t believe that secession is right.   It has brought us a good deal of trouble, all for no good.”

“Well, ladies,” says I, “you are just of my way of thinking. Although you may take to be a rebel, I can assure you that I am not one, but am in fact a yankee soldier.”

They looked at me in surprise, still evidently regarding me with some doubt and suspicion. I continued the conversation until I saw they were satisfied of my true character. About this time Susan returned to the room, and one of the ladies bent over and whispered something in her ear. – She turned her her away in a rather spiteful manner, saying in quite a loud tone, “I don’t believe a ward of it.” There was evidently no lack of spunk or loyalty in that girl.

It was not long before Mr. Price made his appearance. He was a man of about forty years, and his appearance indicated energy and intelligence. He looked at me with a frown, as if to inquire my business. I immediately informed him that I was a soldier belonging to the 78th Ill. regiment, and my business was to purchase of him some corn for my horses, which were secreted in the woods. He looked at me earnestly for a moment, and then said he “I have not a great deal of corn but I will sell you some.” He filled two bags with the desired article, and each of us shouldering a bag we soon reached our rendezvous in the mountains. My companions, McClintock and Houk, had in the meantime constructed a little shanty from pine boughs, which served to shelter us from the chilly air which prevailed at that time. Mr. Price remained with us for two or three hours, relating to us many interesting incidents respecting the trials and perplexities of the Unionists in that section.

In the afternoon I struck out for the camp at New Haven, to learn the situation of things there. I took a rather circuitous route and struck the Bardstown pike about a mile and a half north of town. I had not proceeded far on the pike before I discovered a man in a field making for the road in advance of me. I quickened my pace a little and managed to come up to him just as he was getting over the fence. This proved to be a Mr. Sawtell, an earnest Union citizen. He suspected at once that I was a rebel, and he immediately concluded to arrest and hand me over to the soldiers as soon as we should reach New Haven. As we walked along together I made numerous inquiries of him respecting the geography of the country thereabouts, and how the people stood on the Union question. His replies were rather evasive, as though he was ignorant of the matters I inquired about. We soon reached the house of Dr. Elliott, and I inquired particularly respecting the occupants, and was given to understand that they were of the secesh order. It was my purpose to stop and see the Doctor, but I wished to encourage Mr. Sawtell in his belief that I was a rebel, as I saw plainly that he had designs upon me, and I rather relished the idea. I stopped in and related to the Doctor my adventure, and from my description of the man he pronounced him to be Mr. Sawtell, a member of the Union Vigilance Committee, and he assured me that I would be watched and arrested as soon as I left his house.

The house of Dr. Elliott was just in the northern suburbs of the town. As soon as Mr. Sawtell left me it appears that he hurried into the town, and apprised some of the other members of the Vigilance Committee that he had scented some game, and that they would soon bag it. They set a watch upon the house, and were soon delighted to see me emerge from it. They fixed their trap to catch me as soon as I should get fairly into the town, but I was disposed to baffe them a little. Our camp lay near the railroad on the west side of the town, and I concluded to reach it by taking a short cut “cross lots.” The Vigilance Committee watched me, and dispatched one or two of their number to see that I did not take refuge in the back alleys of the town. In a few minutes it became evident to them that I would soon run right upon the Federal pickets, and this to them was an exceedingly rich joke. It was the very point to which they would have taken me if they had got hold of me, and I was saving them the trouble of that by trying, as they thought, to avoid the town. They watched me as I reached the pickets, and to their consternation and surprise I was welcomed by them, and permitted to pass right on without a guard into camp. I had the pleasure of seeing Mr. Sawtell and his companions a number of times after this little occurrence, and they laughed heartily over the circumstances, but they always insisted that I was a vicious looking rebel.



            → We are indebted to our faithful friend Alex. McLean, for late New York papers.


            → The Coppinger Democracy of this county have called a convention to meet in this city on Monday next to nominate county officers. There’s no use a trying, cops, you have sinned away your day of grace.


            → The McDonough County Agricultural Fair commences in this city on Wednesday next.


Col. R. G. Ingersoll on Copperheads.

            At the anniversary of the 86th Ill., regiment, on the 28th of August, Col. R. G. Ingersoll, of Peoria, made a speech, saying, among other good things, the following:

This is not a political meeting, and yet I cannot forbear saying a word or two concerning the soldiers’ friends. There are men here in our midst pretending to be your dearest and best friends. They belong to a party, some of whom, (I will not say all) were not your friends when you were fighting the battles of your country. They laughed at your wounds, they sneered at your scars; they mocked the corpses of your comrades; they prophesied your defeat; they hoped for your disgrace; they prayed for your overthrow and death; they despised the cause for which you were battling; they were the allies of your murderers.

Now you have reached home covered with glory; you are welcomed by the true people of the North; you are radiant with success, and the very men of whom I have been speaking crowd around you and say they were your friends. Beware of them all! They do not want to help you; they want you to help them. When they come, tell them that you can have no confidence in their sincerity till they bring back the thirty pieces of silver, the price of your blood; tell them to go and follow to the bitter end the example of their illustrious leader.


Hit ‘Em Again.

            The Buzzard has a learned and labored editorial on the subject of their county convention. It says that they want in the future what the county has enjoyed in the past – a set of county officials who “add dignity to the position.” That is intended as a huge joke. It then closes with the following significant language:

“We want this convention to be composed of men who feel the responsibility that rests upon them, and not the mere tools of a pack of soulless, political tricksters, who care nothing for the interest and welfare of the county, so that their selfish ends are promoted.”

There is a brick-bat for somebody. You “soulless, political tricksters” stand back. You have had the ‘rule of matters’ in the Democratic party long enough. Now let the Buzzard man and all the little Buzzards take a pull at the wires.


            → The Buzzard makes a serious charge against our candidate for county judge. It says he has “deservedly denounced” the principles of the republican party as “unfit for demons to advocate.” True enough. – If he had said the principles of the copperhead party were just fit for demons to advocate, he would have hit the nail square on the head.


            Who can point to a single instance where a soldier has been put forth as a candidate for office on the republican ticket in a county which has a republican majority? Not a single instance can be cited. – Buzzard.

The above is a good illustration of the Buzzard’s regard for truth. In every republican county in this state which have a held conventions this year soldiers have been nominated. In Henderson county, which is strongly Republican, out of seven candidates five of them are soldiers, and the most of these were privates. We challenge the Buzzard to name a single Republican county where a ticket has been put forth that has not a soldier upon it.


            → The Buzzard meanly insinuates that the boys of Co. I, 78th Regt., refused to subscribe for our paper. We doubt whether the Buzzard has the name of a single soldier of Co. I upon its books, but if the dirty editor of that dirty sheet will wash himself and then step into our office we will show him the names of nearly half that company upon our books, and all of them paid in advance, like gentlemen. The Buzzard is worried. The soldiers won’t take his dirty sheet.


            The Buzzard inquires – “Will he tell us why General Steadman called him a low sneaking contemptible yankee.

Yes. We were rash enough to express an opinion that there were some copperhead editors who loved the soldiers.



            We made a short visit to this enterprising town one day last week, and for the first time in our history had the privilege of looking about the place. A ride upon the cars through the town does not impress one favorably with its appearance. The long row of miserable shanties in which the chief business of the town is transacted, and which is so plainly presented to view from the railroad, gives it the appearance of an old-fashioned one-horse town, in which the chief articles of trade are coon skins, tobacco, whisky and shoe thread. But this appearance really does the town injustice. – There is probably no town of the same size in the state that enjoys a larger retail trade than Bushnell. There are a number of business houses now in process of construction, which will be a vast improvement and will add materially to the appearance of the town. We noticed one substantial brick building going up, which stands conspicuous in the row of shanties aforesaid. The eastern part of the town has some fine streets and elegant residences, and a number more in process of building. In the matter of fine and tasteful residences, Bushnell rather bears the palm from Macomb.

We called upon our old friend Swan, of the Press, and found his office in excellent order, neat as a pin, and himself in congenial mood. Since last we saw him he has found his other and better half, and his appearance is greatly improved thereby. – Friend Swan has drove his stake in Bushnell, and he means to live or die with that place. We think the business of Bushnell is larger and more varied than the columns of the Press would indicate. We saw a number of business houses while there whose cards we have never seen in print. They will pay a liberal price for a wooden sign, when a printed sign in a news paper will bring them a hundred per cent. more money.

Upon the whole we think Bushnell is a right smart town, but it is too near Macomb ever to grow as large as Chicago.


Let all Remember.

            That the miserable sneaks who ran away to avoid the draft are disfranchised by law. The editor of the Buzzard is one of the sneaks. He sneaked off to Idaho, and when all danger of the draft was over he sneaked back again, and will probably be trying to vote at the coming election. Look out for him.


Gives it up.

            The Buzzard gives up the election. Its only hope now is that four years hence they may get their mouth on the public teat. Hear it:

“If Capt. Ervin should be elected them we will have a good chance next time.”

How consoling!


Wont’ take it.

            We learn from authentic sources that the publisher of the Buzzard received over twenty notices from indignant subscribers during the past week, notifying him not to send his dirty paper to them again. The editor can’t get anybody in the city to carry his filthy trash to subscribers, and so he ‘totes’ them around himself. We learn that he was kicked out of a house in the eastern part of town a week or two since for presuming to ask the family to subscribe for his nasty Buzzard. Served him right.


            Magie, don’t you know that the soldiers despise and detest you – Buzzard.

We reckon not. Any how we never had to set up all night armed with clubs, brickbats and pistols, to defend our office against the soldiers.


            → The editor of the Buzzard learning that the hog cholera was approaching went to an agent of the stock Insurance Co. to get insured. His application was refused. His carcass was found to be too rotten.


            Information Wanted. – the mother of Daniel Estabrook; a lad 10 years old, is very desirous of hearing from him. He has been gone for some months, and his absence causes his mother much grief. Any information of his whereabouts will be most thankfully received by Lucy Estabrook, Princeton, Ill.


Soldiers Monument Association.

            In pursuance of the call published in the newspapers of the county, a meeting was held at the Court House, in Macomb, on Saturday, September 16th, 1865, for the purpose of organizing a Soldiers Monument Association. The meeting was called to order by Lt. Col. Roach, and Samuel Calvin, Esq., selected as chairman, and L. A. Simmons as Secretary. Mr. Roach then briefly stated the object of the meeting, referring to the address which was published by the Committee, and our obligation as citizens of McDonough county, to do something to commemorate the services and sacrifices of those who have fallen in defence of our Country. Mr. Blackburn next made a few pertinent remarks on the subject of organization, and stated that Mr. Simmons had been requested to prepare a constitution. – Mr. Simmons being called for gave his reasons why a Monument should be erected, and why a permanent organization was necessary in order to carry forward the undertaking successfully. At the request of the meeting he read a hastily drafted constitution, which the meeting proceeded to take up, amend, and adopt article by article. – When this was finished, on motion of Mr. Blackburn, the constitution was as a whole adopted as the constitution of the McDonough County Soldier’s Monument Association.

Twenty-five gentlemen present then signed said constitution, and are by the same constituted charter members of this Association. Their names are:


G. W. Welch, James K. Magie,
George W. Reid, T. K. Roach,
J. D. Hainline, C. V. Chandler,
William Ervin, James Rollins,
W. E. Withrow, Chas. J. Bartleson,
William Hunter, Samuel R. Jones,
W. H. Hainline, A. Blackburn,
Samuel Calvin, W. T. Harris,
D. M. Reid, Firman Casto,
Amos Scott, Richard Kellough,
Pressly Hobbs, J. M. Hume,
Chauncy Case, Thomas Kellough,
L. A. Simmons,  


On motion, the Association proceeded to the election of officers by a vote, vive voce. The following were elected:

Alex. Blackburn, Vice President,
L. A. Simmons, Secretary,
J. H. Cummings, Treasurer.


James Rollins, J. D. Hainline,
William Ervin, Thos. M. Jordan.

                                                     D. M. Wyckoff.

            On motion, the Association then proceeded to select a committee of sixteen, one from each township in the county, to procure subscription, funds, &c. The following named gentlemen were selected for this committee:

Capt. J. B. Johnson, Prairie City; James Booth, Jr., Walnut Grove; John Logan, Sciota; Samuel Logan, Blandinville; Vandever Banks, Hire; G. G. Guy, Emmett; O. F. Piper, Macomb; Lewis Smith, Mound; G. P. Waters, New Salem; Samuel R. Jones, Scotland; William Hunter, Chalmers; G. W. Welch, Tennessee; Lemett Little, Lamoine; Samuel Calvin, Bethel; D. M. Creel, Industry; Samuel Frost, Eldorado. J. D. Hainline, Esq., then made a proposition, which he wished entered upon the records of this Associaton, in substance as follows: That during the ensuing three months, he will be one of twenty, who will jointly donate one thousand dollars, to the Association for the purpose of erecting a Monument, that is to say, Fifty Dollars each.

Mr. Roach then offered the following resolution which was unanimously adopted.

Resolved, That it is the sense of this meeting, that the Soldier’s Monument, which this Association proposes to erect, should be erected upon the public square, in the city of Macomb, if it be found practicable.

Various matters in connection with the proper method of raising funds, the size, height, material, &c., of the Monument, the duties of the committees, &c., were then discussed.

On motion, the secretary was directed to offer to each of the newspapers in the county, a copy of the proceedings of this meeting for publication.

On motion, the Association adjourned to meet at 10 o’clock, A. M. on Saturday, December 16th, 1865, in some room to be by the executive committee provided in the city of Macomb.


           L. A. Simmons, Sec’y.


Off the Track.

On Wednesday evening the 7 o’clock Passenger train going south ran off the track about three miles and half south of this city. The whole train, engine and all, was tumbled into a ditch, but strange to say, nobody was hurt. The miry condition of the road just at that point was supposed to be the cause of the accident. The whole force of the road was summoned and a track was built around the wreck, so the next day the trains passed on time.


Attempted Robbery.

On last Monday night as Mr. Henry Feltges was going to his horse in the north-west part of the city he was attacked by two ruffians and an attempt made to take from his pocket book, which contained about $90. The pocket-book had slipped out of his breast pocket, and down inside the lining of his coat, and the robbers were thus baffled.


Wolf Scalps.

The Board of Supervisors at their recent meeting fixed the bounty for wolf scalps at $10. In the published report of the proceedings it is erroneously stated to be $15.


For Sale.

A Steam Engine – eight horse power – in good order. Enquire at this office.



I want a wife. I am a bachelor, 27 years of age, 5 feet 10 inches high, weigh 145 pounds; I have dark brown hair, black whiskers, blue eyes and good health, and a good English education; my habits are moral and temperate; my disposition is kind, cheerful, contemplative and resolute.

Any Lady may address me, confidentially, making other inquiries by letter, and will be very respectfully answered in my hand-writing.

Address H. F. CHAVE, Augusta, Ill.

September 16, 1865

Macomb Eagle




            We advanced only two miles after ascending the mountains, as we were forced to wait until the artillery and wagon trains came up. Heavy details were sent to assist in the work of bringing these forward, and most of the artillery was pulled up by the men, fifty or more pulling up a piece with long cables. The next day this work continued, the rain still falling in frequent heavy showers. The sound of cannon toward the west, seemed to be slowly moving southward, and by this we were informed that the enemy were giving way. No enemy appeared in our front, but some scouts took prisoner an old man by the name of Johnson, who had frequently been in ur camps at Cripple creek, lived only two or three miles from there, and when taken, had a hoe on his shoulder said he “was going to hoe on his farm,” We happened to know that his farm was some twelve or fifteen miles in the contrary direction. He was a shrewd old spy.

About noon on the 27th, we were again ordered to march, and having thrown out of our knapsacks and wagons, all surplus apparil, equipage, and baggage; we set out for Manchester, now about sixteen miles distant. The sun soon came out scalding hot, and as we marched unusually fast, the heat speedily became very oppressive. Our route lay through a thickly timbered level country, wading here and there around swamps and across miry streams. We marched about ten miles and bivouacked in an open field, when we were again during the night, almost deluged. The oldest soldier, (inhabitant was not at home,) never saw it rain harder. We were now within supporting distance of the cavalry, who, on the following morning took possession of Manchester without firing a gun. On the 29th we marched through town, and camped about a mile southeast of it, on the Hillsborough road. The rain still continued, drenching us each day, and and soaking us every night; but all were light hearted and cheerful, unmindful of exposure, toil or hardship; so that the enemy were being forced back toward their “last ditch.” We now found the shelter tents of great service to us; and these, together with a rubber pouch, were all that was carried by officers and men, for shelter, bed and bedding. On the 30th we stored knapsacks and camp equipage at Manchester, for the remainder of the campaign and prepared to set off pay rolls. Today Wilder’s brigade of mounted infantry returned from Decherd, where they had gone to cut the railroad, but found Bragg’s retreating army too strong for them. The next day, (it having rained nearly all night,) was one of the hottest we had ever seen; yet about noon we marched, taking the old road to Pelham. Three miles south of Manchester we came into a swamp, which we found almost impossible to cross. The artillery and ammunition trains were mired every few rods. Our Regiment being again rear guard, had a hard afternoon’s works in getting part of the ammunition train through and having accomplished it, we encamped expecting to be relieved; but at daylight the next morning, 150 men were ordered back to bring out the ammunition. Before 9 o’clock this severe task was accomplished, and we set forward to rejoin the brigade. We had scarcely advanced half a mile, when Col. Grose ordered us back, to bring another train out of the swamp, with much cursing it was done, we were by this time accustomed to his unjust treatment, and we again pushed forward and overtook the brigade. We marched rapidly, for it was said we were a day behind time; and as the thermometer stood, (or would have stood, had there been one in that wooden country) at about 100 degrees, we suffered severely from heat. Many fell out of the ranks entirely overcome by it, and came up during the evening. Five cases of sunstroke were reported in the division.

On the morning of July 3rd, we struck a road leading from Hillsborough to Winchester, and turned towards the latter place; but had advanced but three miles till it began to rain, and before we could reach Elk river, the whole river bottom was overflowed, and we found it utterly impossable to cross. So Gen. Palmer turned back until a good camping ground was found, and then we rested until July 8th. We were now almost entirely out of rations, and the moment we halted to go into camp, hundreds of men started out without permission to forage upon the surrounding country. They found large patches of potatoes, which they dug; and abundance of hogs, cattle and sheep, not a few of which they speedily slaughtered. Soon the citizens poured in from the country, reporting that the soldiers were ruining them, and Gen. Palmer immediately sent out patrols, guards who arrested all engaged in the work of devastation. Over two hundred men were arrested that evening; of whom we are gratified to state, but one belonged to our Regiment. We had brought in abundance before the patrols went out, only the laggards were caught.

On the morning of the 4th it was reported that the enemy were on full retreat to Bridgeport, Ala., and that the summer campaign was ended. We drew half rations, and on these, with our “former produce” made a very good dinner. We had many rumors in camp during the day, and news of a convention at Springfield, Ill. All the soldiers who read or heard of this convention and its proceedings were very indignant, and nearly all were inclined to vote the members of it uncomfortably warm quarters in the Hereafter. We were to a man in favor of a “further offensive prosecution of the war,” and alliterated Macbeth’s famous oath, to “Damned be he, who now cries hold, enough.” On the 7th we began about noon to hear the heavy artillery, in the direction of Murfreesboro, but could hardly think that strongly fortified place attacked. Two hours later, the same steady firing was heard nearly west of us, and we were satisfied that it must be a national salute. What has happened? why is it fired? was asked on every hand, but no one could answer with certainty. Soon the news came that Vicksburg had surrendered, with 30,000 men, and that Gen. Meade had defeated Gen. Lee after three days hard fighting at Gettysburg. In a moment our camp was wild with enthusiasm, and cheer succeeded cheer so rapidly, that an almost unbroken shout of joy resounded for hours, until after a heavy rain drove all to seek shelter in their tents. Such an outburst of feeling, such an expression of enthusiastic joy, was never before witnessed in our army. On the 8th we marched back via Hillsborough almost to Manchester, a distance of at least sixteen miles, wading in mud and water, from six inches to three feet deep, nearly the whole way. Many called it the hardest days march, they had ever made; but if this was the case, they had not been with us all the way from Louisville. This was the second day, it did not rain during the campaign. We encamped just before sunset, about a mile and half east of Manchester, on a high dry piece of land, near good springs and abundance of timber. The next day we laid off a nice camp, and within a week built arbors to protect us from the midsummer’s sun. The rail-road was soon completed thus far, and rations and all kinds of supplies became plentiful. Every day details were sent out to gather blackberries which grew in profusion in this vicinity, and were large and luscious. The brigade camp guard, (Col. Grose’s pet torment) was the especial nuisance of our stay, which was of several weeks duration, and meanwhile we were kept constantly employed. First, our division had fifteen thousand railroad ties to cut; of which, the share of our Regiment was about seven hundred: then a large lot of rail road wood, our portion being abut forty cords; and then come foraging, and the usual picket and guard duty. On the morning of the 18th our highly esteemed color sergeant, Eddy Piper, died of typhoid fever, induced by the exposure and hardships of the recent campaign. He was one of the youngest members of the Regiment and a faithful, diligent, brave and noble-hearted boy, beloved by all who knew him; and it seemed hard that he should die so young, so far away from home and kindred. Peace be to his ashes; while in our hearts his memory is fondly cherished. His life was a willing sacrifice for his beloved country, he fills a martyr’s honored grave. The next day Chaplain Roberts rejoined us, and we had meeting in camp by our own chaplain for the first time since we left Nashville. On the 21st we were again paid, and having the money we could have purchased a good many vegetables, etc, from the country people, had it not been an infringement of Col. Grose’s very stringent orders. He even undertook to prohibit the men from going to the brigade bakery, which was established on the road to the Springs, from which all brought        water and was scarcely fifty yards from camp. On the 21st the whole Regiment was painfully surprised to learn that Captain Pepper had received notice that he was dismissed from the service, with loss of all pay and allowances then due him. The Captain was very highly esteemed, and few could that he was guilty of making fraudulent returns, as alleged against him. We are happy to state that he was many months after reinstated and honorably discharged. Before leaving the Regiment; the officers (ecept those of company B and Capt. Tousely of company E contributed one hundred and twenty-five dollars to purchase him a watch, as a memorial of their high estimation, and accompanied him to the depot when he returned home, On the 25th Lt. Col. Hamer received notice that his resignation was accepted and made immediate preparations to leave us. He had never fully recovered from the wound he received at Stone River; where he was struck by a minnie ball directly over the heart, and had it not been for his steel plated vest, he would have been instantly killed; but the steel plate though bent and depressed, turned aside the terrible missile and saved his life; yet the shock was so great that the Lt. Colonel was unhorsed, and very severely bruised both by the bullet and the fall. He rallied for a few days, but soon was obliged to ask a leave of absence to recover at home from the effects of his wounds, after two months he returned to the Regiment, but was never really able for duty. He had many warm friends in the Regiment, who were sorry to see him go, though realizing that it was from a life full of hardships and dangers to one of comfort, enjoyment and safety.

On the 29th Lieutenant and Quartermaster J. A. Russell, having previously sent in his resignation, started for Nashville, his health being so precarious that very few thought he would live to reach home. His resignation was accepted on the 26th, and on the 28th the author was appointed to fill his place. The promotion from private to 1st Lieutenant and Quartermaster was thankfully, and gratefully received, and on the 1st day of August, we (individually) entered upon the duties of the office. Lt. Col. Hamer having resigned. Major Morton was promoted to fill the place, and now arose the question who should be Major. It had been settled some months before that this should be determined by a vote of the officers of the line. Captains Ervin, Garternicht, and Cox were the prominent candidates. With many others the writer believed that Capt. Ervin should have the place, but when the election come on it was found that he could not be elected.

On the 9th ballot Capt. Cox secured thirteen (13) votes. and Capt. Garternicht (his only remaining competitor) eleven (11) votes; when Capt. Cox was declared duly elected major. Lieut. Joseph Nelson, was the next morning promoted to Capt. of company F. and Sergeant R. R. Dilworth elected 1st Lieut. by a vote of the company. The election of Major created a very unusual excitement throughout our camp, and we venture to say that had the election been by a vote of the men, the result would have been attained on the first instead of the ninth ballot.

From the 1st to the 15th of August, there was the usual routine of camp duty, constant drill, frequent inspections, and two or three reviews. There was constant attention given to putting everything in readiness for a move. Stores of all kinds were accumulated at the depot, the wagon [fold] and on the 11th all men not fitted and [fold] were sent by railroad to the rear. – We knew that within a few days some movement would take place, was not a little speculation as to the direction. Chattanooga was most generally named as the abjective point. On the 5th we had orders to be ready to move at 6 a. m. the next day, and learned that that the other divisions of our corps had a day earlier received the same orders. Gen. Wood’s division was at Hillsboro, and to-day they commenced turning into store, at the depot at Manchester, al surplus baggage, including knapsacks, desks, trunks, etc. We prepared to do the same, and on the morning of the 16th deposited at the depot two thirds of all the baggage we had, including all the wall tents but one or two, and nearly all the knapsacks.

We would frequently take pleasure in giving some description of the country through which we passed if it were not making our history tedious, and here cannot forbear a brief description of an old fort near Manchester. It is probably a thousand years old, for there are many marks of great antiquity about it; and even the Indians, who formerly resided here, are said to have had not the least tradition in regard to it. It is situated upon a high point of land at and between the forks of Duck river. – The banks of each of the confluent streams are high and bald, rising from the water to the height of twenty, and in some places fifty feet. The streams run only about two hundred yards apart, half a mile above the forks, but diverge so as to be four or five hundred yards from each other, at the widest place between that and their junction. Across this neck or narrow place appears to have been once built a high, thick solid wall of rough broken stone; and near the centre there still remain vestiges of an enclosure some three rods by six, which most visitors are inclined to think was an entrance or sally port from the main fort or enclosure. The wall across this neck of land extends along the banks of each stream until they come together, and the whole area thus enclosed contains about twenty or twenty-five acres. – The walls are now only three or four feet high, though they were no doubt nearly double that when constructed. They were built of a sort of slatestone, and have been for centuries yielding to the action of the elements, till there remains only a ridge or embankment some twenty feet wide, and three or four feet high, along the banks of the streams, and upon this there are large trees growing. – We noticed several trees two feet and upwards in diameter, and upon the stump of one counted the growths of over two hundred years. Many centuries must have elapsed before the slatestone wall crumbled, and the rocks disintegrated so that shrubs and trees could grow upon it; but finally chestnuts ad acorns found sufficient mold in which to germinate, and trees sprang up and flourished upon this decaying structure – this singular monument of contention and strife: centuries before the discovery of America. We noticed where a wagon road had been neatly cut through this embankment, and below the shallow covering of earth the strongly laid wall seemed yet firm and solid. The area enclosed is covered with timber, but from this, nor even the walls, can we draw sufficient data to make any estimate of the time that has elapsed since this singular work, evidently built for defense, was erected. We can scarcely believe that the Indian race were the architects and builders, but while examining the ancient citadel, were inclined to attribute it to an earlier, and more enlightened race than the one found upon this continent at its discovery. Enough barely remains to indicate that works of defense were found necessary hundreds and probably thousands of years ago, and that an immense amount of labor was here performed; but of those who toiled, or those who fought upon these crumbled walls, no record, no vestige of legend or history remains. These had passed away, even before the savage race who hunted here a hundred years ago, became the possessors of the soil; and only this outline of a fort remains to indicate that such a race existed, this work alone endured defying time until the era of civilization and letters, and now the traveler and antiquary are enabled to snatch from utter oblivion this remaining trace of an extinct and forgotten race, who toiled and built and contended a thousand years ago. They slumber in mother earth; their trials and toils unrecorded; their victories unsung, and but for this structure all clue to their existence on the stage of human affairs would be gone forever.

[To be Continued.]


To the Voters of McDonough

            The time is fast approaching when the electors of McDonough county will be called upon to fill some of the most responsible offices in the county. How shall this be done? By first coming together, selecting the best men for the places, and going to work and electing them. In order for this plan to succeed, there must be some one to take the lead in the right direction, and this we think has been done by the central committee, who call upon all voters who are opposed to equalizing the white and black races, to meet together on Saturday the 23rd day of September and appoint delegates to a county convention to be held at Macomb, September 25th, and here select the very best men in the county for the places to be filled, and then elect them, thus securing to this county in the future what it has enjoyed in the past, a set of county officials who add dignity to the position and worthy the confidence of the people. It is not only the privilege of the electors to do this, but absolutely their duty. They owe it to the position they hold as citizens of one of the first counties in the proudest and best of States in the Union. They owe it to their children, to enable them to [fold] fame of McDonough county unspotted and unblemished. Then, gentlemen, do not shrink the responsible position now before you. All who are opposed to negro suffrage, and in favor of a white man’s government, come and meet together in a band of councilmen, and adopt such a plan, and put such men on the track as will effectually wipe out of existence in McDonough county, those who are in favor of putting the negro upon an equal footing with white men. We want this convention to be composed of men who feel the responsibility that rests upon them, and not the mere tools of a pack of soulless, political tricksters, who care nothing for the interest and welfare of the county, so that their selfish ends are promoted. Give us a ticket of good, honest, capable men and we will wipe out the open and secret allies of negro suffrage and negro-equality in McDonough county.


            Three years ago a young lady in Nashua knitted a pair of drawers for a soldier’s fair, and in them enclosed her address. The soldier who drew the drawers corresponded with her; afterwards visited her, and now the loving hearts are one.


Republican Convention.

            The Republican alias Union county convention met at the court house in this city on Saturday last, and went through the farce of nominating a ticket, everything was cut and dried, for the occasion, and the gentleman selected are those whom every person in town knew would be selected. For county Judge they laid on the shelf W. S. Hendricks, a man who was a republican when it was considered a disgrace to belong to that treasonable organization, and nominated Lieut. L. A. Simmons, a man who has deservedly denounced its principles as unfit for demons to advocate. If Mr. Hendricks wishes to get a nomination by the republicans for any office, he must first become a democrat and then the republicans will nominate him for any position he may wish. Personally, we think Mr. S. a clever man, a gentleman and qualified for the position, but “in the wrong pew.”

For county clerk, they nominated a rank Breckinridge democrat, Capt. William Ervin. If Mr. E. should be elected then we will have a good chance next time, Mr. E. belongs to that party which the republicans say “broke up the democratic party” at Charleston, in order to enable them to accomplish their hell-ish designs in destroying the Union. Birds of a feather, etc.

For treasurer, they nominated – Hainline, – we believe they call him “Dock.” We don’t know him, but suppose him to be a gentleman, he beat the best man in the republican party, Mr. Joseph E. Wyne, we suppose the reason was, he was a soldier.

For school commissioner, they walked right over Prof. Brauch, a No. 1 scholar and a man that if nominated and elected would have made a splendid commissioner, and nominated Wm. Venable, a clever young man, but we doubt whether he is qualified for the position, at least we think he will be more venerable before he is elected.

For surveyor they nominated James W. Brattle, a thoroughly loyal man on the negro question.

Their resolution consisted in the word “soldiers,” but could not say a word for or against negro suffrage. In fact they would not commit themselves on that question. Yet we are creditably informed that a majority of their candidates are in favor of negro suffrage or anything pertaining to the negro.


Correct Conclusion.

            It is stated on good authority, that President Johnson lately said in conversation with some gentlemen who visited him, that “the country has more to fear from consolidation than secession.” It would seem that this conclusion of the distinguished chief magistrate is a correct one. Secession is defunct. Not a prominent man in the United States now advocates it – not a bayonet is pointed in its defence. But while the death-throes of secession have been witnessed, the clutch that was deemed necessary to throttle it, is not in the least relaxed. The extraordinary measures said to be needed to keep in check the masses while excited by the violence of war, are continued, although the original excuse for them has passed away. Military commissions supersede civil courts. The general government reigns supreme over half of the States, dictating their laws, and assuming the right to establish their domestic institutions. To no other conclusion can we come, than that Andrew Johnson was right when he said that “the country has more to fear from consolidation, than from secession.


            → Magie says he was not reduced to the ranks for charging ten cents for old papers. Will he tell us why Gen. Steadman called him a low, sneaking, contemptible yankee, and reduced him to the ranks, if it was not for swindling the soldiers. Again, if you had acted like a man, don’t you think when you told the soldiers that you intended to publish a history of the 78th, some of the boys belonging to company I, would have taken your paper? Magie don’t you know that the soldiers despise and detest you?


            → The defamer of women says he did not sell old papers to soldiers but to citizens at ten cents a copy. In his “Experiences of a Private Soldier” he says that the southern people were s ignorant that they did not know what a postage stamp was for, and he might have added that they were too ignorant or too honest to engage in the feather trade.


Democratic Meeting.

            The Democrats of Emmett township are requested to meet at Union school house on Saturday, September 23rd 1865, at 2 o’clock for the purpose of selecting delegates to the county convention.


            Sold Out. – Dr. S. Ritchey has sold his Drug Store to Messrs. Delaney and Gash. We congratulate our young friends upon their entrance into business and trust that their hopes may be realized. Messrs. Delaney and Gash have been in the United States service ever since the commencement of the war, and now that the war is over, they have returned to enter upon the discharge of their duties as citizens. Mr. Delaney is a thorough druggist, having until the commencement of the war been connected with the drug business in Tennessee. Their stock is large and complete. Those wishing paints, oils, etc, cannot patronize a more gentlemanly or deserving firm.


            → As time, with swift wings, hastens us on, nearer and nearer, to the goal of eternity we should think of leaving some memento to our friends, and what better could we leave than a counterfeit resemblance of ourselves. Then go to the picture gallery of Hawkins & Philpot, southeast corner of the square, and sit for your picture.


            → Everybody knows that clothing, within the last two weeks, have gone up fearfully at the east. Dernham & Jehlinger, two doors south of Brown’s Hotel, were lucky enough to make their purchases for the fall trade, before the rise, and while their new goods just received, are the pick of the market, they got them at figures that will enable them to do better by customers than other dealers who have bought later, or who are now buying, and Dernham & Jehlinger say they will do it.


            → Watkins & Co. have just received another large invoice of those celebrated Buell boots. These boots are justly regarded the best ever brought to this market. Every person who has once used them could not be induced to wear any other. They are manufactured expressly of Watkins & Co. and can only be had of them. Try them and be convinced.


Editor of the Journal Whipped

A Rich Scene – A Merited Casti-
gation – A bad Smell.

            In last week’s Journal Magie made an attack upon the reputation of a lady, in this city, by the name of Mrs. Dickerson, or Mother Dickerson as he termed her. Learning of his vulgar and unmanly abuse, Mrs. Dickerson went to the post office, found the thing that edits the Journal, and gave him a merited castigation. She slapped him in the face three or four times and accompanied the blows with sharp invectives. Magie was terrified; he thought of war and for the hundredth time felt his inability to withstand the charge. He tried to rally, but couldn’t. He tried to turn the flank but his army disease coming on he gave way in the rear and took refuge in a small house back, where the enemy would not likely pursue on account of the noxious vapor. Magie soon arose, as he had from many a battle field, but “horrible dictu” he had raised the butternut flag and his pants were no longer of the royal blue. – He called in the physicians, who recommended him to Cobb and to the sympathy of Admiral Seems. He felt that he had been defeated and abused, and at some future time would write a full history of the battle as a private, who had volunteered his services without any desire of remuneration. Let the public prepare for the 2nd chapter of Magie’s lamentations; which with him has become chronic – a disease which he says has already killed one of his family. As it turned out the whole thing was ludicrous beyond description. Every body thinks Maggie deserved all he got, and more too. We now deliver him over to the castigate of public opinion as a common defamer, liar and vulgarian.


            → Magie declines to enter into controversy about who insulted soldiers wives. He says we can out lie him. So you intended to lie did you? Don’t talk about being beat lying, for the devil has quit in disgust since you entered upon the stage of action.

September 15, 1865

Macomb Journal


For County Judge,

For County Clerk,

For County Treasurer,

For School Commissioner,

For County Surveryor,


            Apology. – We are obliged this week to omit our usual chapter of “army life.” An unusual pressure upon our time is the cause.


Our Candidates.

            We place at the head of our columns this week the names of the candidates nominated at the Union County Convention in this city on Saturday last.

The ticket is a good one, and a strong one. The Convention came together determined to do full justice to the soldiers who have periled their lives, and endured hardships in the cause of their country. – Four out of the five candidates have seen three years hard service in the tented field, and three of these entered the service as privates and served in the ranks the larger portion of their time.

Mr. L. A. Simmons, the candidate for County Judge, has been for many years a resident of the county, and we presume is well known to the vast majority of out citizens. He is a lawyer of several years practice, and stands high in his profession. Four years ago he was elected upon the Democratic ticket in this county as School Commissioner. He was then an ardent, enthusiastic Democrat, but as the war progressed he saw that the tendency of the Democratic party was to give aid and comfort to those in armed rebellion against the government. He loved the party in which he had been reared and educated, and it was with pain that he was compelled to dissolve his connection with them; but loving the cause of his country more than party he did not hesitate, when his judgement was convinced, to array himself upon the side of the government. Although enjoying a good, lucrative practice in his profession, and also holding the office of School Commissioner of the county, he resigned all, and enlisted as a private in Capt. Higgins’ company, in the 84th regiment, and served for nearly a year in that capacity, when he was promoted to the position of Quartermaster of the Regiment, which place he filled until honorably mustered out at the close of the war. His nomination was a well-deserved compliment to his patriotism and merits, and we predict his election by a decisive majority.

For County Clerk, the Convention nominated by acclimation Capt. William Ervin, late of the 84th regiment. The highest compliment that we can bestow upon Capt. Ervin is to point out the fact that the Convention nominated him by acclimation. All other aspirants to that position yielded to the eminent fitness and high merits of Capt. Ervin for that office, and no other name was brought before the convention. He proved a true and brave soldier, and we believe he will prove an excellent County Clerk.

William H. Hainline, for four years a private in the 16th Illinois, was nominated for the office of County Treasurer. – Mr. Hainline is a young man of superior education and intelligence. He has prved his devotion to the cause of his country by four years of faithful service in the ranks as a private. These are the men, above all others, who deserve the gratitude of their country, and we feel a peculiar pride and satisfaction in placing the name of Mr. Hainline at the head of our columns as our candidate for Treasurer.

For School Superintendent we have the name of William Venable, jr. Mr. Venable was among the first in this city to offer his services to the country. During the first year of the war he enlisted as a private in the 2nd Illinois Cavalry, and served three years faithfully and honorably. He is a graduate of Knox College, and for two years a successful teacher in this State. – He is thoroughly conversant with the interests of education, is a man of good, sound, practical judgment, and we have no doubt the cause of the education in this county would be elevated and advanced under his guidance.

For County Surveryor we have our standing candidate, James W. Brattle. There is not a man in this county more eminently qualified for that position than Mr. Brattle. Although he has not been a soldier in the field, he has been a soldier in the Union cause at home, and has never yet run from friend or foe.

The ticket is before us. It is worthy of our support. Now let the Union men of the county pledge each other that it shall be elected. The signs of the times are auspicious. The great Union party of the country, which has stood by the government for the past four years, must not now relax its efforts and thus lose the fruits of victory over rebellion. The Union is saved, but it is only saved by being in the hands of its friends. If there should be lethargy or lukewarmness among us, or divisions in our ranks, there stands an unscrupulous foe ready to seize upon the reins of [missing] Democratic party is not yet purged of its disloyalty. It would to-day affiliate with rebels and yield to their demands. The safety perpetuity of our government depends then upon its being administered by those who have stood by it and upheld it through the dark hours of the last four years.

This ticket commends itself to the support of every soldier in the county. – There was a large representation of soldiers in the Convention, and their voice carried the day. It illustrates the fact that REPUBLICS ARE GRATEFUL. The country will stand by the soldiers who have so long and so patiently stood by her in her hour of peril.


The Eagle and its Editors.

            Since our return from the army, the Eagle has been almost exclusively devoted to abuse of us and our paper. It would seem as though it regarded us as in its way, and so week after week the big editor and all the little editors of the establishment, have brought their batteries to bear on us with a view to our annihilation. – They all seem animated by that petty hate or spite, which is characteristic of the mean, low and vulgar mind. Every week they make some new accusation, as though they were eager bent in prejudicing the public mind against us. The pubic know that we served three years in the army, while the editor of the Eagle ran away to Idaho to escape the draft. We are not surprised that these facts worry him. He knows that the public look with scorn and contempt upon all skulkers, and hence he looks with jealous eye upon the editor of this paper, and being conscious of his own contemptible meanness he spits his venom at us, thinking thus to degrade us to his own level. We have recently learned that his own party having become disgusted with him, have taken measures to get rid of him. He formerly professed great piety, and one of the churches in this city was moved by his appeals to contribute something to educate him for the ministry, but they soon discovered that he hadn’t the sense of an intelligent baboon, and of course they dismissed him. He never was free from vicious and depraved habits, and always bore the reputation of a notorious liar. In politics he professed himself a traitor, but he undoubtedly did this so that people might suppose him to be loyal, knowing that the opposite of his assertions was generally taken to be the truth. Since the Eagle establishment was given over to him he has spent a large portion of his time running after republicans and coaxing and begging of them to subscribe for his miserable paper. We don’t know much about the individual who is about to assume control of the Eagle, but we think he will be found at least to possess ordinary intelligence, and have some of the characteristics of a gentleman, which will be an improvement on the slobbering chucklehead that now perches in that establishment.


Population of Macomb.

We have been furnished by Wm. S Hall, Esq. with the figures showing the population of this city as established by the last census. The total population for the town of Macomb is 2934. There are thirty more males than females.

Prairie City township reports a population of 3457, which includes Bushnell. – The estimated population of this city was about 3000, and the figures don’t appear to vary much from that!



C. C. Chapman & Co. have removed their Book and Stationery Store to J. O. C. Wilson’s building, on the north side of the square, in the room lately occupied by Alexander & Co. Their stock is being replenished with all the school books in use in this country, which they offer at reduced prices.

They also have a good line of Notions, to which they are now making additions. If you want anything in their line give them a call at their new store, north side of the square.


To Whom it may Concern.

Persons on the hunt of Woolen Goods, Yarns, Coverlets, etc., will consult their best interests by dropping into the Woolen Goods Establishment on the north side of Square.

N. B. Venable says he will DUPLICATE any firm’s prices in the country, whose stocks come from CHICAGO MARKET. Particular attention is directed to THE FACT that he retails Fancy Yarns for just ONE HALF Chicago wholesale prices. No one can fail to see the amount saved by buying direct from him. Figures won’t lie. Come and compare prices.


Fresh Meat.

Fresh meat is a thing that is generally sought after by almost every one; and good fat beef is a real luxury. Mr. J. G. Gamage, a well known meat dealer of this city always has such on hand, and of excellent quality. We have frequently been the recipients of Mr. Gamage’s bounty in the way of generous cut of sirloin, and therefore speak advisedly when we say he keeps and sells good meat. Our readers must bear in mind that he has removed his stand to the market four doors north of Burton & Hall’s Store.


            → The Circuit Court adjourned on Saturday.


            → The Board of Supervisors have been in session in this city the present week. – We trust the clerk will be more prompt than usual in furnishing a report of the proceedings.

September 9, 1865

Macomb Eagle





Camp near Murfreesboro, and at
Cripple Creek, Tenn.

            On the 23d of March 1863, we again moved camp and took position only about a mile from the town of Murfreesboro. Col. L. H. Waters was now in command of the brigade, in the absence of Col. Grose, who was at home on leave of absence. The drill by battalion and brigade had been most vigorously continued, and our Regiment now could in almost any maneuver compare very favorably, with the best drilled regiments of our division. A few days were occupied in putting our new camp in order, as the field selected had been last planted in corn, the ground had to be leveled, the stalks carried off and burnt, and soon we were sweeping it off every morning and keeping it level, smooth and cleanly. While in this camp, many of our Regiment were the happy recipients of boxes of good things, such as better, dried fruit, pickles, onions, etc., etc. from home.

We continued to use our old, unhealthy, Sibley tents, until the 26th of March, when a large lot of new shelter tents were issued, and before the end of the month, all the Sibley tents, and all the wall tents except one for each company, and four for the use of the field and staff of each regiment were turned over, and sent away. Not a little grumbling was there throughout the camp when this new style of tents were introduced. They almost instantly received the name of “purp” tents, which was long retained. In a few days however, the men began to find that they could be much more comfortable in these tents than in the old ones. Each mess of four could have a snug little shanty of their own, covered by these small tents, and within a month, all were perfectly satisfied that they were a great improvement on the Sibley.

From this time the health of the Regiment improved rapidly, and to this change of tents, we doubt not it may be fairly attributed.

About the 28th we again marched out to Cripple creek, and remained two days awaiting an attack, but the enemy were only reconnoitering, after testing our lines they retired, and our brigade returned to camp. During the last few days of the month we had one officer and twenty two men detailed for duty on picket each day, one hundred and forty men to work a new line of fortifications which were now being erected about a mile and a half east of the town.

Early in this month it had been proposed to present our honored Colonel with a fine sword, and within two hours after the subscription was started more than a hundred dollars were subscribed, the men giving from twenty cents to a dollar each. Capt. Ervin having an opportunity to purchase the proposed present while on his way home on leave of absence, was the agent of the Regiment in procuring it, and when he returned on the evening of March 31st, it was at once proposed to make the presentation after dress parade, the next evening. We had succeeded in keeping the scheme a secret from the Colonel, and he was a little surprised that the brass band of the brigade should be in attendance at dress parade. As soon as this was over, the Regiment was drawn up in a hollow square, and the band played “The Battle Cry of Freedom” splendidly. The writer had been selected to make the presentation address, and at the close had the honor of placing in the hands of Col. Waters, the beautiful memento of his Regiment’s esteem, respect, love, and admiration. The sword was valued at $150. The blade was of very fine quality, the scabbard heavily gilt, and with pearl, mountings or settings. Verily he may consider it one of his brightest laurels, and we doubt not it will be an heirloom in his family for many generations. On receiving it, he responded in his usual happy style, and drew tears, and in turn cheers loud and long from the assembled Regiment, his companions in trials, privations, hardships and the deadly conflict, where the reaper Death, gathered his awful harvest.

During the first week of April we again marched with the brigade to Woodbury, when we met the enemy’s pickets and drove them back after a brief skirmish, then fell back a mile or two behind a hill and waited for an attack. Our Regiment was left alone during the night, the remainder of the brigade going still further to the rear, but in easy supporting distance, in case assistance was needed. But the enemy did not advance, and in the morning the brigade marched through Woodbury, then turning to the left, marched up the valley of Stone river seven or eight miles toward Short mountain. The valley was narrow and the road crossed the river very frequently. We had to wade it twenty one times, in going out and as many in returning. The march was tedious, and not only this, but being so frequently in the water, almost every man in the Regiment returned with feet badly blistered. The cavalry advanced still further into the country and brought in two rebel sutlers with their wagons loaded with tobacco. Thanks to Gen. Palmer! we had a share of this capture, without price a few days later. The next day April 7th we marched about six miles back toward Readyville, and then turned south up Locke creek eight miles to Bradyville, where we halted an hour for dinner (didn’t stop at the hotel,) then started on the roughest pike in America, toward Murfreesboro. We had gone but two or three miles when our rear guard was attacked by the enemy, but it was only a single dash, and they were gone before the 84th could double-quick to the support of the regiment attacked. The battalion of cavalry which had accompanied us on the scout, were to have met our brigade at Bradyville, and failing to do so or come up, we halted for the night, some four or five miles from Bradyville, fully believing that they were captured, and that the enemy would next try to take in our small brigade; but morning came, and we proceeded to camp, where we learned that the cavalry were safe at Readyville, when we expected them at Bradyville. The mistake having grown out of the similarity of the names of these places.

We had known something of blistered feet before, in Kentucky, and on marches with trains, but this short trip came nearer taking “all the hide off at once,” as we heard a soldier remark, than any we had before undertaken. On the evening of April 8th Jos. G. Waters was elected 1st Lieut. company C. He had refused a commission at the organization of the Regiment, preferring to take his place in the ranks, and win promotion by doing a private soldiers whole duty. He had served faithfully in the ranks and on special detail up to this time, and now began to receive the reward most justly merited.

On the 11th day of April, we were again paid, and the railroad having been opened from Nashville, we were able to procure the daily papers, and some light literature, yellow-backed principally.

Our camp was one of the finest we laid off or decorated.

About this time, the Colonel had a minute inspection of arms at guard mounting, and excused each day from duty, the three men whose arms and accoutrements were in the best condition. This led to competition, and soon our Regiment could boast of as highly polished arms, and as complete accoutrements as any Regiment in the service. It soon became almost an impossibility to excuse from duty, on this account, and the clothing and general appearance was made the test. This brought out the guard every morning as neat and tidy as though dressed for a holiday, and induced habits of cleanliness and neatness, which were of substantial advantage.

It would be most unkind to omit to notice the rare present at this time, April 14th, received from the Needle Pickets of Quincy Illinois. It consisted of one barrel of pickles, one of sour kraut, one of onions, two or three of potatoes, some dried fruit and other delicacies which were received with shouts of joy, and were esteemed the greatest of luxuries by all. Long life and the best of Heaven’s blessings to this noble society, the Needle Pickets of Quincy. These things were received when we were needing vegetables very badly. We could now and then buy a few potatoes at Murfreesboro, at the moderate price of $20 per bbl, and these were all that could be had at any price.

On the 1st day of May, the vexed question of rank, among the captains of the Regiment, was decided by lot, Many, and among them the author, thought Capt. Ervin entitled to this honor, as he organized the first company for the Regiment. But it was decided by lot, Capt. Higgins drawing No 1, Capt. Cox No 2, Capt. Tousely No, 3. Capt. Ervin, No, 4, and so on. Drills, parades, reviews etc. were now every day exercises, and this continued until May 12th when we set out on a march a little after midnight, and were expecting to go forward to McMinnville. But we halted at daylight, near Cripple creek and after lying there a day or two again encamped about a mile north of the pike and some forty rods from the creek, where we remained until the 24th of June. Only two days were allowed for laying out, and policing camp and then drilling, generally by brigade or battalion, was the daily routine. During this month most if not all the officers of the Regiment commanding companies, made out their returns, and began to acquire a pretty good understanding of this important part of their duty.

At this camp several new officers were elected, and a few received promotion. Sergt. Edson was elected 2nd Lieut. of Co. A. vice Starnes resigned. 2d Lieut. Logue of Co I was promoted to 1st Lieut. Private D. M. Alexander was elected 2nd Lieut. vice Logue promoted. Private W. F. Jones of Co. C. was elected 2nd Lieut, vice Pearson resigned. Sergeant R. S. Roeshlaub of Compay K elected 2nd Lieut. vice Lieut. Lewis promoted to 1st Lieut. 1st Lieut H. P. Roberts of Company E having been very severely wounded at Stone river was promoted to the chaplaincy of the Regiment, vice Harris resigned, and rejoined the Regiment on the 8th of June. Most of the officers above named were mustered on the 9th of June to date from the day of promotion or election. Several times during our stay at this camp the enemy were reported advancing upon us, and we were two or three out on a scout, but the enemy showed no disposition for an attack, so we were daily looking for an order to march toward them at Tullahoma, or Chattanooga.

At this time we were daily getting the news of Gen. Grant’s successes in the neighborhood of Vicksburg, and at least twenty times did the report come, that the almost invulnerable citadel had fallen. These rumors made all anxious for an advance. It is irksome to lie idly in camp, and day after day read of another army achieving grand and glorious victories. The soldier forgets the trial of march and danger of battle when he hears of success, and becomes impatient to go forward to do his part, and secure his portion of the laurels bestowed by the nation, up on the victorious.

Early in June, nearly every preparation for a campaign was completed, and we were unable to comprehend the cause of our delay. However, we were in a very pleasant camp, we were very fortunately situated in respect to rations, for besides the usual rations issued, we were able to barter coffee, sugar, salt, etc. for vegetables, butter and eggs, which were brought to our lines daily by scores of women. The trade in these articles was lively, and almost every day scores of men went to the picket posts to exchange a portion of their rations for these farm products. Ah, yes, we had almost forgotten one of the most important articles of traffic, snuff, eagerly sought for by the fair ladies of the south, to be “dipped” with brush or a stick chewed to resemble one. Many, but we are happy to state, not all the ladies of the south are addicted to the filthy and disgusting habit of “snuff dipping.”

June 23d 1863, we were called upon to witness the only military execution that ever took place in our division. The whole division was was assembled, and a deserter, who had been the third time convicted, was marched back and forth through the entire command, then placed next a steep hillside, upon his coffin and shot dead. He was quite young, had been guilty of many misdemeanors, and bore upon his countenance the marks of dissipation. His manner while marching was careless, almost reckless, and he met his fate with a real soldiers indifference and stoicism. He was a member of the 1st Ky. Vols.

The evening after the execution, we received orders to march at 7 o’clock a. m. the next morning, and were informed that the whole army would by different roads advance towards Tullahoma.



            The long expected order to march had at length been received. Immediately the Surgeon’s call sounded, and all who did not think themselves able to march, assembled in front of the Surgeon’s quarters. Upon his certificate they could march back to convalescent camp near Murfreesboro, but if he decided that they were fit for duty, they must go forward. It was worthy of remark at this time, that some of the men who came up for examination were apparently the most robust and healthy to be found in the Regiment. Not all who came to the Surgeons tent were sent to the rear. On the morning of June 24th, 1863, the advance from the vicinity of Murfreesboro commenced. Our Regiment was detailed as rear guard of the division, and this placed us in the rear of the wagon trains. We were hardly upon the road, before a heavy rain set in, which continued almost without interruption that day and night; yea, for more two weeks. We marched nearly south from our camp on Cripple Creek, to strike the pike from Murfreesboro to Readyville; and in so doing followed an old woods, or neighborhood road, which after a few hours rain became almost impassible. The artillery cut it up so that the wagon trains found it impossible to pass, until new routes were selected and cut out through the woods. We had started with full baggage, having seven teams to each regiment, but before night all the teams of the division were found to be overloaded, many wagons were broken down, and considerable baggage abandoned. Our division trains reached the pike about dark, and the Regiment bivouacked at 10 o’clock p. m. about half a mile south of Bradyville. We now learned that the whole corps (21st) under command of Maj. Gen. Crittenden, had halted for the night in and around Bradyville; and that this corps was to advance directly on Manchester, while Gen. Thomas’ (14th) and Gen. McCooks’ (20th) Corps took the direct road to Tullahoma.

The next morning the rain poured down in torrents, but soon the bugles sounded forward; and starting nearly due south from Bradyville we traced a small stream in a deep valley five or six miles, nearly to its source; and after crossing it many times, turned to the left and began to ascend the mountain, which was quite steep for at least a mile. The troops ascended almost as rapidly as though on a level, but the artillery and trains found it a most toilsome and wearisome task, and for about three days and nights were incessantly employed before all were upon the table lands at the summit. – We heard the distant thunder of artillery on our right, almost incessantly after nine o’clock in the morning; and we knew that a battle was going on at Hoover’s, and probably, also at Liberty Gap. We were upon the enemy flank, and found only here and there a picket post, but no force whatever to oppose our advance.


Mass Meeting.

            The citizens of McDonough county are requested to meet in Macomb on Saturday, September 16th, 1865, for the purpose of forming a Soldiers’ Monument Association. Let everybody attend.



A Word for Newspapers.

            We clip the following artical from an exchange. It is true, and we commend it to every man who has an interest where he resides. Nothing is more common than to hear people talk of what they pay newspapers for advertising, &c., as so much in charity. Newspapers by enhancing the value of property in their neighborhood, and giving the localities in which they are published a reputation abroad, benefit all such particularly if they are merchants or real estate owners, thrice the amount yearly of the meagre sum they pay for their support. Beside every public spirited citizen has a laudible pride in having a paper of which he is not ashamed, even though he should pick it up in New York or Washington A good looking thriving sheet helps to sell property, gives character to the locality, and in all respects is a desirous public conveniences. If from any cause, the matter in the editorial columns should not be quite up to your standard, do not cast it aside and pronounce it of no account, until you are satisfied that there has been no more labor bestowed upon it than is paid for If you want a good readable, sheet, it must be supported. And it must not be supported in a spirit of charity, either, but because you feel a necessity to fupport it. The local press is the power that moves the people.


Soldiers’ Rallying to the Flag.

            At a reception dinner given to the returned soldiers at Franklin, Morgan Co., Ills., on the 17th, inst., some of the soldiers who had become tired of a three hours’ abolition tirade, delivered by one Col. P. G. Smith, called out one of their number to answer him, whereupon the valiant Colonel and his friends attempted to adjourn the meeting and carry of the company flag, that floated above the stand. This is more than the boys could bear, and they rallied as in the olden time, captured their flag, raised it over the stand with three cheers for Sherman, and three groans for Halleck and Stanton. Two of their number then made speeches handling the negro equality gentlemen without gloves.


To the Citizens of McDonough
County, Illinois.

            The undersigned were a few days since at a public meeting in this county, selected as a committee to address you on the subject of organizing a Soldiers’ Monument Association, and erecting a Soldiers’ Monument in this county. The design is to organize an association by the election of a President and Trustees, a Secretary and Treasurer; to proceed to procure a site for a Monument, and to collect by subscription sufficient funds to erect in this county a Monument sacred to the Memory of the brave Soldiers who went out from this county during the late civil war, and sacrificed their lives for the good, the honor, glory and integrity of the country. It is proposed that upon this Monument shall be inscribed the name, Company and Regiments of all the soldiers from this county, who have been killed in battle, or have died of wounds received or disease contracted in the United States service during the War.

This county sent many noble martyrs into the field. Some of our noblest and bravest friends and comrades perished on the field of battle. Many more were severely wounded and lingered but a few weeks or months, and a larger number were stricken down by disease. For their priceless courage and unflinching devotion, for their great sacrifice, we should be sincerely grateful; and it now becomes one of our first duties to ourselves and to posterity, to commemorate their unshrinking, patriotic devotion, and self-sacrificing zeal for the integrity and salvation of our Government, by the erection of a suitable Monument. – It will serve to remind us, while we live, and generations that succeed us on the stage of action, not only of the awful guilt of those who occasioned the great and terrible loss of life, who had brought untold grief, suffering and wretchedness upon hundreds of thousands of their countrymen, and draped in mourning nearly every household in a great and mighty nation; but also of the pure and fervent patriotism which dwelt in the breasts of the masses of the North of the immediate response by thousands and hundreds of thousands, when the very existence of our Government was, by the rebellion, placed in jeopardy, and the call was made for volunteers to defend it; of the zeal, energy and devotion of the loyal people in this county, and the whole North to cherish, protect, preserve and sustain the free institutions which were bought with the blood of our ancestors, and which are the pillars of our glorious Temple of Liberty. More than this, it will refresh the memory of each beholder, and cause him to reflect upon the great peril and imminent danger in which our Government was placed; of its threatened overthrow, dissolution and destruction; and he will learn to read the names of the lamented dead thereon inscribed, with profound, if not religious veneration. Yea, all who approach this Monument and read the names inscribed thereon, will realize the condition of our country in her hour of greatest peril, and will sacredly cherish the memory of the noble unrelenting heroes, stricken down in the flower of youth, in the strength and glory of manhood, while striving and battling for preserving and sustaining the best Government the world has ever known.

All returned soldiers will earnestly favor the undertaking. It comes home to the heart of every one, who, mindful of his own trials, hardships, privations and sufferings, cannot fail to cherish with fraternal affection the memory of his fallen comrades, who perished in the glorious struggle and determined defense of the right. – We doubt not that every true soldier who has survived the carnage and slaughter of the battle-field, and run the gauntlet when the death-dealing minnie and shell, grape and canister were upon one side, and frightful disease upon the other, will now come forward and do his part toward commemorating the services, devotion and sacrifices of those whose patriotism led them into the tented field, who bravely fought and gloriously fell, and will be with us no more on earth forever. Can you who have remained at home, who have been enjoying all the comforts of life, who have been accumulating property, while your friends in the army were barely gaining a subsistence for themselves and their families, venture to be found dilatory and careless in this matter? Have not all those who have returned as well as those who have fallen, taken part in the great struggle, performed a great task, achieved a grand and glorious victory as well for you as for themselves? Did they not leave home, friends, kindred, and all the dearest objects of the purest and truest affection that can exist in the human heart, and stake property, health, honor, even life itself upon this issue? And are you not benefitted by their effort? Do you not share equally with them the blessings of a good government, sustained and secured only by their sacrifices and exertions? How can you now permit them to go forward in this undertaking alone, without your co-operation and assistance? We trust not. We believe you realize the magnitude of the benefits secured by their timely devotion to the cause of our common country, and realizing what the cause was in which the noble and brave, who have fallen were engaged, we are confident you will join with their surviving comrades and build a monument which will be a credit to the citizens of the county, as well as a justly deserved honor to the brave men to whose memory it is erected. Then, come, citizens of McDonough, come to the Mass Meeting and hear what may then and there be said in regard to this project. Advise with your friends from all parts of the county, counsel with them how this noble work shall be undertaken, how carried forward, how completed. It is worthy of your closest attention, and we trust will receive your cordial support. But at the beginning do not forget that to carry forward to completion such an undertaking as this, there must be a concentrated, united, persevering effort. We hope you will take hold of it with spirit and feeling, and freely contribute the necessary means for the erection of a Monument sacred to the memory of deceased soldiers. To insure a united effort we have proposed the organization of a “Soldiers’ Monument Association,’ and on Saturday, the 16th day of September, 1865, at the Court House, in Macomb, we hope to see assembled all, without regard to party, age, or sex, who are interested in this matter, that the work may be properly and zealously commenced. Come resolved and prepared to do something worthy of yourselves, and which will prove that you really honor the memory of those who have died for our Country. Again we say, come one, come all.

Very Respectfully,

T. K. Roach.
W. Ervin.
B. A. Griffith.


Sherman on negro suffrage.

            On the fifth inst, Gen. Sherman addressed the returning soldiers at Chicago. On the question of giving the negroes the right to vote, that veteran soldier said:

“I want those who have been in the South to bear testimony to the condition of these freed negroes. My opinion is, that they are not fitted for exercise of the franchise. [Lond applause.] I want them to get a fair price for their labor, but I do not think they are fitted to take part in legislation of the country.” (Renewed cheering.)


            A sample of the fall style of bonnets which has arrived in New York from Paris, is described as an awkward, unattractive, coal scuttle shaped affair, possessing no commendable feature whatever.


            → The French Patent Vucanized Skirt, the lightest and most flexible skirt ever offered in this market, for sale only at Abbotts, southwest corner of the square. Ladies are invited to examine them.


            Circuit Court. – This body commenced its September term on Monday last. Judge Higbee is dispatching business in his usual manner. The following lawyers from abroad are present: N. Bushnell, Quincy; E. C. Lamphere; Galesburg; M. M. Morrell, Carthage; Adam Swartz, Nauvoo; Granville Barrere, Canton; S. O. Judd, Lewistown. The following criminal cases have been disposed of:

People vs. Richard Peel, for keeping gaming house, fined $50 and costs.

People vs. Michael Krantz for selling liquor, fined $40 and cost.

People vs. James Goodwin, for selling liquor, fined $30.

People vs. Joseph Cope, for selling liquor, fined $10.

People vs. E. Cadwallader, for contempt discharged on payment of cost.

People vs. Isaac Harris, et. al., for riot, continued.

People vs. Moses Wooley, et. al., riot, continued.

People vs. George Lutz, et. al. assault with intent to commit murder, defendant called, made default, and forfeiture of recognizance.

People vs. Henry and Austin Fry, for entering enclosure and taking apples, etc., nol. pros. entered against Austin, and Henry Fry, fined $10.

People vs. Jack Lewis, assault with intent to commit rape, sentenced to five years in the penitentiary. This caused the republicans to go into hysterics, and the Journal will appear dressed in mourning.

People vs. Chas. Gilchrist, et. al., for riot; defendants Sidney M. Johnson, Jas. Stewart, Elizabeth Mourning and Nancy Chapin found guilty and fined respectively $50, $30 and $20.


            Make Tight Cribbs. – Farmers who have grain to store should make tight board cribs, for rail cribs will leak, thereby causing your grain to rot. Those contemplate buying lumber or this or any other purpose will find it to their advantage to call on H. R. Bartleson, as he is selling lumber very low.


            Thanks. – I most cordially return my sincere thanks to Mr. Benj. Towler for the return to the Eagle office of those new boots I lost the 22d of last month, and regard him as a friend and an honest man.

N. L. Hunt.


            → There will be a lot of new household furniture sold at public auction on the public square on Saturday, September 9th, at 1 o’clock.


            → We had the pleasure of a call from Mr. John M. Parks, on Thursday last, who has just returned from Idaho. He is of the same opinion of others that McDonough is the best place to live.


            → Notwithstanding the great rise in all kinds of cotton goods in the wholesale market the best styles of calicoes and the best quality of muslins can be bought in Macomb at the old prices. The only house in the city where these things are done is Mr. Abbotts, southeast corner of the square. His goods were purchased before the late rise in price, and his customers can have the benefit of it. For proof of all this go and see.


            → Magie in the last Journal wants to know if somebody “can’t give old man Wilson a dime.” We do not know that Mr. Wilson is in need of charity; on the contrary we rather think that he is able to provide for his own household and have something to spare. That he does not work without compensation is probably his own business, but Magie’s wanting “somebody to give something” is not new with regard to him; it is a chronic complaint; he is always wanting “somebody to give him something;” he wanted the boys of the 78th to give him a lieutenancy; but they knew him too well. He wanted the powers that be to give him the post-office, and after coming out in favor of negro suffrage and negro equality generally, he got it. Not to be too tedious in relating Magie’s wanting of “somebody to give him something,” we conclude with referring to his appeal to a feather dealer of Newark, N. J. We do not know what inducement he held out, which induced the Jerseyman to send him $150 to be invested in feathers; but six months after he had not – we forbear to state what. How are you on the goose, Magie?


Terrible Outrage.

            We learn that a terrible outrage was on Saturday evening last, committed upon the person of a little child about four years of age, daughter of David Adams, residing near Greenbush in Warren county. A daughter of Samuel Snapp of the tender age of ten or eleven years, probably incited by her mother, and others, went out into the street where the little girl was playing, and deliberately thrust a hot iron into her eye, burning the ball so that it was white and seared, and the sight greatly if not entirely impaired.

Dr. Randall of Greenbush was immediately called, and dressed the wound, but before the next morning, it was so terribly inflamed that the life of the child was considered greatly endangered. So fiendish a design we can hardly imagine originated with so young a person as the child who made the assault and perpetrated the awful crime, and we hope that the instigators, and really guilty persons who made use of her to accomplish their wicked and malicious purposes may be speedily brought to justice.


            → Wilson, on the north side, still has a large supply of those celebrated American watches. The genuine American watch is the best and most fashionable watch now in use, and Wilson has the genuine and there is no mistake about it. He has the best jewelry in town.


            → If it be so, as Wendell Phillips says, that the negro soldiers bears the palm for gallantry, patience, and heroism in the late war, then Sherman’s campaigns were not of the brilliant character ascribed to them, and Foster’s negro fizzles along the Atlantic coast were sublime achievements, for Sherman would not have negro soldiers. He had no negroes in his army, except as pioneers with pick and shovel, and as servants, cooks, and hostlers. But our republican friends are mistaken. Sherman’s capture of Atlanta, his march to the sea, and his movement upon Lee’s rear, closed the war – and Mr. “Nigger wan’t thar.” But this is the reason why our white soldiers are so coldly received by leading republicans? Are they ashamed of them because Wendell Phillips, the father of republicanism, says the negro soldiers bear the palm? We thought our McDonough boys entitled to bear the palm, but republicans say “No, the negro must bear it!”

September 8, 1865

Macomb Journal


Being the Observations and Experi-
ences of a Private Soldier.




            About the first of November our regiment received a batch of orders from Captain Gilbert, acting Major General, whose headquarters were located at Lebanon, Ky., directing the Colonel to station certain companies along the line of the Lebanon branch of the Louisville & Nashville Railroad. Companies I, K and H were stationed at New Haven; G at a small bridge about four miles south-east of New Haven; F at a bridge three miles north of New Haven; and the remaining companies at bridges in the vicinity of Boston. The Headquarters of the regiment were located at New Haven.

Before the regiment broke camp at Beech Fort a regimental court-martial was called to try a member of Co. C for alleged unbecoming conduct. His name was Clinton Morgan. He was strongly addicted to whisky, and would scruple at nothing to gratify his desire in that respect, and when under the full influence of liquor was surly, impudent and insubordinate. His influence upon the other members of the company was bad, and the officers of the regiment as well as of the company, thought it best to get rid of him. He was put through the court-martial, found guilty, and sentenced to have half of his head shaved, and to be drummed out of camp, which was all carried into execution on the morning of the fourth of November.

After the different companies had reached the respective locations to which they were assigned they immediately proceeded to the erection of stockades for protection in case of attack. These stockades were built of heavy logs set in an upright position in the ground, and enclosed about a hundred feet square of ground. After the stockades were built the time was passed with company drill, base ball and other pleasant exercises.

Matters passed with all the companies as pleasantly as could be expected until about the 26th of December, when we began to hear rumors of the approach of John Morgan with an army said to be ten thousand strong. Of course our companies, separated as they were, and without artillery, could not expect to resist successfully so large a force. At New Haven, where the headquarters of the regiment was still located, there was not but one company. – The other two companies, I and K, had been ordered to Rolling Fork bridge, under the command of Major Broaddus. The remaining company was H, under command of Capt. Allen. I was there on duty as clerk at headquarters, and my company, under Capt. Hume, was somewhere on the railroad north of Boston. On the morning of the 28th, at New Haven, we heard the report of action north of us, and concluded that our companies in that direction would either be sacrificed or taken prisoners. The firing was heard at intervals throughout the day, but we could get no information whatever of the situation of things in that quarter. We strengthened our defenses and awaited coming events. On the morning of the 29th we were saluted with cannon much nearer than the day before. We were hourly expecting a visit from them, but the day passed along, and the sun was just hiding behind the distant trees when two neighboring citizens came rushing into camp upon horseback with the information that the rebels were not a mile distant in large force. – In a few minutes they made their appearance crossing the railroad north of us, about three-quarters of a mile distant. We had no means at that time of knowing their number, but supposed that Morgan’s whole command of several thousand was present. They proved, however, to be only a detachment of about four hundred cavalry under command of one Kit Ousley, who was formerly a merchant in New Haven. They went into camp behind a hill about a mile from us.

That evening was one of some suspense and excitement in our little camp. It seemed to be the opinion of most of the officers that we were entirely surrounded and cut off from all escape. We had six valuable horses in a log stable close by the stockade, and it was suggested that they had better be shot than that Morgan should get them. Our worthy Mayor of this city, Dr. Jordan, who was then principal Surgeon of the regiment, determined that his horse, which he valued at over five hundred dollars, should be shot before John Morgan should have him. For my own part, I had not yet see the evidences that we were entirely surrounded or cut off by the rebels, and I was of opinion that the horses could be taken out to a place of safety. At the suggestion of Dr. Jordan the matter was entrusted to me of taking the horses out that night to some hiding place in the mountains. I procured a butternut suit, and divesting myself all army clothing, I was soon rigged out in true guerrilla style. My first plan was to go out by myself and reconnoitre. Having made all necessary explanations to our pickets I passed out and went on a tour of inspection into the town of New Haven. There were a number of strangers in the town, whom none of the citizens knew; but they were supposed to be spies from the rebel camp. I called upon a Union citizen in the town and spent half an hour with him in preparing a map of the surrounding country, with the public roads, by roads, cow paths, &c. While in the town I called at our regimental hospital, which was then under charge of Dr. Creel, of Industry, and contained about twenty patients. I found them in ignorance of the close proximity of the rebels. They had just received a day or two before three large boxes of medicines, &c. These were soon buried, and a straw bed emptied over the place. A large number of blankets, knapsacks, &c., were disposed of in like manner. After looking about as much as I thought necessary I went back to camp, and procuring the aid of two worthy and trusty soldiers I proceeded to carry into execution my plan of getting the horses out to some place of safety. Karr McClintock and Harmon Hook were the two soldiers who volunteered to assist me. The enterprise was thought to be extremely hazardous but we were willing to make the venture. Hook and McClintock each took charge of three horses, and I proceeded on foot a certain distance in advance. We had arranged a system of signals by which in case of alarm or attack we could communicate with each other without letting others know our meaning. It was aim to reach a certain lane on the Bardstown pike almost a mile north of New Haven, which led off into a wilderness of hills and pine knobs. I had approached within about ten rods of the mouth of the lane when I hear the stepping as of cattle or horses. – I halted and signaled to my companions the situation of things. In another moment the firing of a gun from our front admonished us that it was unsafe to proceed. We then let down fences and made our way through thickets and brier bushes, and over fences and ditches until at length we reached the wilderness that we had set out for by another route. Here we remained during the night, listening to the barking of foxes and the screeching of night-owls. It rained some during the night, but that didn’t hurt us much. The next morning at daylight I started out to seek the house of Dr. Elliott, the good and true Union man of whom I spoke in one of my chapters a week or two since. I reached this house about breakfast time, and of course I enjoyed his hospitality. His good wife then filled an eight quart pail with meat, bread, butter, &c., for my companions in the wilderness. From the house of Dr. Elliott we had a good view of the rebel camp, and I could see them marshaling their forces preparatory to an attack upon our little band of soldiers in the stockade. After gathering from the Doctor some information respecting the names and locations of some good loyal citizens of whom I might purchase corn for our horses, I started back by a circuitous route to our little camp in the pines. My companions, McClintock and Hook, greeted me with eager satisfaction on my return, and were particularly pleased with the choice delicacies which had been sent to them by Mrs. Elliott. Before I reached my companions, the enemy had opened upon the stockade with cannon. About eight o’clock in the morning, under a flag of truce, they sent in a written demand for a surrender of the Fort, as follows:

Headquarters, New Haven,
December 30, 1862.

To the commander of the stockade at New Haven,

I demand an unconditional surrender of the forces under your command. I am prompted by no other motive save that of humanity and a desire to save the shedding of blood. You are entirely cut off by my artillery and cavalry. – Due respect shall be paid to private property.

JOHN MORGAN, Com’g. C.S.A. Forces.

            This polite request was promptly refused by Col. Wm. Benneson, and in about an hour they were saluted with a shell which went whizzing over the stockade about fifteen feet above their heads. Our boys had nothing but the same old Springfield muskets which they drew at Quincy. They reserved their fire until the rebels came within about four hundred yards when they opened. The rebels turned their backs and run for dear life, not looking behind them. They did all their shooting after that from a safe distance. The conflict from first to last continued about two hours. No one was hurt upon our side, but it was thought that several were wounded among the rebels, although this was never satisfactorily ascertained. The rebs finding it not so easy to take the stockade, gave up the effort and took up a line of march for the stockade which was held by Co. F, about three miles north of New Haven. – Here they made the same demand on Capt. Hawkins that was made on Col. Benneson. Hawkins told them to blaze away, he was ready for them. They never fired a gun, but skulked off into the woods, and that night they retreated, taking for their route the very lane which I had attempted to reach with our horses. The fact was developed that that very lane was guarded by rebel pickets, and if I had not heard the stepping of their horses I should probably have met with an adventure not much to my liking.

Before our return to camp we met with some adventures which will form the subject our next chapter.



To the Citizens of McDonough
County, Ill.

            The undersigned were a few days since at a public meeting in this county, selected as a committee to address you on the subject of organizing a Soldiers’ Monument Association, and erecting a Soldiers’ Monument in this county. The design is to organize an association by the election of a President and Trustees, a Secretary and Treasurer; to proceed to procure a site for a Monument, and to collect by subscription sufficient funds to erect in this county a Monument sacred to the Memory of the brave Soldiers who went out from this county during the late civil war, and sacrificed their lives for the good, the honor, glory and integrity of the country. It is proposed that upon this Monument shall be inscribed the name, Company and Regiments of all the soldiers from this county, who have been killed in battle, or have died of wounds received or disease contracted in the United States service during the War.

This county sent many noble martyrs into the field. Some of our noblest and bravest friends and comrades perished on the field of battle. Many more were severely wounded and lingered but a few weeks or months, and a larger number were stricken down by disease. For their priceless courage and unflinching devotion, for their great sacrifice, we should be sincerely grateful; and it now becomes one of our first duties to ourselves and to posterity, to commemorate their unshrinking, patriotic devotion, and self-sacrificing zeal for the integrity and salvation of our Government, by the erection of a suitable Monument. – It will serve to remind us, while we live, and generations that succeed us on the stage of action, not only of the awful guilt of those who occasioned the great and terrible loss of life, who had brought untold grief, suffering and wretchedness upon hundreds of thousands of their countrymen, and draped in mourning nearly every household in a great and mighty nation; but also of the pure and fervent patriotism which dwelt in the breasts of the masses of the North of the immediate response by thousands and hundreds of thousands, when the very existence of our Government was, by the rebellion, placed in jeopardy, and the call was made for volunteers to defend it; of the zeal, energy and devotion of the loyal people in this county, and the whole North to cherish, protect, preserve and sustain the free institutions which were bought with the blood of our ancestors, and which are the pillars of our glorious Temple of Liberty. More than this, it will refresh the memory of each beholder, and cause him to reflect upon the great peril and imminent danger in which our Government was placed; of its threatened overthrow, dissolution and destruction; and he will learn to read the names of the lamented dead thereon inscribed, with profound, if not religious veneration. Yea, all who approach this Monument and read the names inscribed thereon, will realize the condition of our country in her hour of greatest peril, and will sacredly cherish the memory of the noble unrelenting heroes, stricken down in the flower of youth, in the strength and glory of manhood, while striving and battling for preserving and sustaining the best Government the world has ever known.

All returned soldiers will earnestly favor the undertaking. It comes home to the heart of every one, who, mindful of his own trials, hardships, privations and sufferings, cannot fail to cherish with fraternal affection the memory of his fallen comrades, who perished in the glorious struggle and determined defense of the right. – We doubt not that every true soldier who has survived the carnage and slaughter of the battle-field, and run the gauntlet when the death-dealing minnie and shell, grape and canister were upon one side, and frightful disease upon the other, will now come forward and do his part toward commemorating the services, devotion and sacrifices of those whose patriotism led them into the tented field, who bravely fought and gloriously fell, and will be with us no more on earth forever. Can you who have remained at home, who have been enjoying all the comforts of life, who have been accumulating property, while your friends in the army were barely gaining a subsistence for themselves and their families, venture to be found dilatory and careless in this matter? Have not all those who have returned as well as those who have fallen, taken part in the great struggle, performed a great task, achieved a grand and glorious victory as well for you as for themselves? Did they not leave home, friends, kindred, and all the dearest objects of the purest and truest affection that can exist in the human heart, and stake property, health, honor, even life itself upon this issue? And are you not benefitted by their effort? Do you not share equally with them the blessings of a good government, sustained and secured only by their sacrifices and exertions? How can you now permit them to go forward in this undertaking alone, without your co-operation and assistance? We trust not. We believe you realize the magnitude of the benefits secured by their timely devotion to the cause of our common country, and realizing what the cause was in which the noble and brave, who have fallen were engaged, we are confident you will join with their surviving comrades and build a monument which will be a credit to the citizens of the county, as well as a justly deserved honor to the brave men to whose memory it is erected. Then, come, citizens of McDonough, come to the Mass Meeting and hear what may then and there be said in regard to this project. Advise with your friends from all parts of the county, counsel with them how this noble work shall be undertaken, how carried forward, how completed. It is worthy of your closest attention, and we trust will receive your cordial support. But at the beginning do not forget that to carry forward to completion such an undertaking as this, there must be a concentrated, united, persevering effort. We hope you will take hold of it with spirit and feeling, and freely contribute the necessary means for the erection of a Monument sacred to the memory of deceased soldiers. To insure a united effort we have proposed the organization of a “Soldiers’ Monument Association,’ and on Saturday, the 16th day of September, 1865, at the Court House, in Macomb, we hope to see assembled all, without regard to party, age, or sex, who are interested in this matter, that the work may be properly and zealously commenced. Come resolved and prepared to do something worthy of yourselves, and which will prove that you really honor the memory of those who have died for our Country. Again we say, come one, come all.

Very Respectfully,

T. K. Roach,
B. A. Griffith, Committee.


To Correspondents.

            O. R. Harper, Unionville Centre, Ohio, is informed that the Journal has been regularly mailed to him since the 30th of June last.

Chandler, Barry, Ill. – We have no record of your name upon our books. Please write to us and tell us when, where and to whom you subscribed for the Journal. It may possibly be our mistake. If so we will rectify it.

S. T. Morgan, Sterling, Ill. – We have received notice from the P. M. at Sterling that the Journal to the above address is not taken out of the office. Mr. Morgan has paid in advance for the Journal, and we wish to send it to him. Will some of his old friends in the 34th Ill. inform us of his whereabouts.

The communication from “E,” New York, arrived too late for insertion this week. It will appear in our next.


Soldiers’ Discharge Papers.

            The fact has been published that in certain parts of the country individuals have been buying up soldiers’ discharges, paying apparently very liberal prices for them. It has been a matter of some mystery to know the object of the speculators or brokers who buy these discharges. It is thought by some that they are being bought up for the benefit of those copperheads who staid at home, and did all they could against the government, and who are now professedly the best friends the soldiers ever had. They, or their children, at some future day will swear that they were on the Union side, and fought for it, and will produce these discharges as a proof of it. – Soldiers, beware of copperheads, who refused you their countenance and support when you needed it. They are false friends.


Watch for Them.

            As the fall elections will soon be coming on, it should be borne in mind that by virtue of a proclamation of the President, of March 10, issued in conformity to a law of Congress dated March 3, 1863, all persons duly enrolled, who departed from the jurisdiction of the district in which they were enrolled, to avoid the draft, are prohibited from exercising the elective franchise. – The Eagle man run away to Idaho, and according to the proclamation is debarred from voting. It will be the duty of the authorities to enforce this penalty in all cases, at the coming election.


            → But when Magie says that any such thing as the above has appeared in the Eagle at any time, he asserts what he knows to be a low, mean, contemptible lie. But if the editor of the Journal wishes to enter into that kind of discussion we are ready for him. – Eagle.

So then you are ready “for that kind of discussion.” You can beat us at lying for you have had longer practice at it.


            Arrived. – The Springfield Journal says that the 119th Regiment arrived at Camp Butler on Monday last, and would be mustered out of the service at an early day. – About fifty of the regiment were mustered out and remained in Mobile.


A Pair of Extracts.

            To illustrate the beautiful consistency of the Democratic organ in this county we publish below two extracts taken from their last week’s paper:

“At the late Republican convention in Warren county, the soldiers claims were entirely ignored, every office of any importance was given to the stay at home patriots, instead of soldiers.

In 1865, the same republicans propose to BUY solider’s votes by placing soldiers on their tickets for county officers. Verily, they think soldiers are easily bought.”


The Circuit Court.

            Commenced on Monday last. We learn that the docket is not very large, and the session will not be a long one.

The negro who was charged with entering the premises of Mrs. Updegraff with evil intent, was found guilty and sentenced to the State prison for five years.

That affair about the copperhead breastpin which happened two years since in the vicinity of Tennessee in this county, came to trial on Wednesday, and resulted in the conviction of four persons, viz:

Sidney M. Johnson, fined $50 and costs.

James Stephens, fine $25 and costs.

Lauretta Chapin, $20 and costs.

Clara E. Mourning, $20 and costs.

The circumstances were these: At the pic nic above mentioned a young lady named Mary A. Cochrane appeared wearing a copperhead breast-pin. This created great offense among the loyal portion of those present, as that mark was understood as a token of sympathy with rebels. There were soldiers, present who were indignant at this manifestation of rebel sympathy. – Miss Mourning then volunteered to remove the offensive emblem, and Mr. Johnson, who was then a soldier home on furlough, agreed to stand by her and see that she suffered no harm. The rebel emblem was removed, and something of a scuffle or a row was the result, but nobody as we understood was seriously hurt. The copperheads have prosecuted this matter with all the energy they possessed, and the result is seen in the heavy fines assessed upon the parties. One man may knock another down, and then give him a kick in the ribs and he is fined three dollars; but a young girl, animated by no other feeling than a love of country and a hatred of rebellion, tears down and removes from sight an insignia of treason, and she is fined twenty dollars and costs, and the soldier who was her companion is fined fifty dollars. We regard the act of Miss Mourning, and the others who were fined, as commendable, and we are in favor of raising for them the amount of fines assessed against them.


            Editor Eagle: – The editor of the Journal, one “Maggy,” lately distinguished in battle scenes, is wont to “take on” because some of our good citizens are so unfortunate as to have in the year 1864 but small incomes subject to taxation. Now I believe the list is correct, and it is far from my purpose to reflect upon any one of those who have been fortunate enough to have an income subject to taxation, be it ever so small; and while it may be a matter of surprise that our “popular merchant’s” income is larger than anybodys and that the shoe merchant Mr. Browne’s income is larger than G. W. Bailey’s and several other merchants, and that Andrew H. Allison’s is only fifty dollars, and that Tom Gilfrey confesses to more than Joe Anderson, (this latter though not so much a matter of surprise as I am told the stock business was very poor up to the first of last January), still I hold that to say the least, it is in very bad taste for a man to grumble because other people do not have large incomes, while he himself dose not pay a cent. If the intrest on our public debt was not collected until Magie paid a part of it, “Gabriel” would blow his trump before Bill Bailey would get a cent of interest on the $25,000 of 5-20 bonds he is so as to hold.

Poor Man.

            We find the above in the Macomb Eagle, and we publish it just for the fun of it. – Somebody has had his toes trod on, and he “takes on” after the above style. He says he believes the list is correct. Who has said it was not correct? We rather guess that “poor man’s” conscience is troubled, or he never would have presumed so hastily that somebody was accusing him. He says that we “grumble because other people do not have large incomes.” Well, that is a serious charge to make against us. Will somebody get mad about it. And then “Magie” didn’t pay any income tax. How mean it was of him not to swear that his income was over $600 a year when he was receiving $13 a month in the army.


            They have no love for the soldiers. – Journal.

You are a pretty man to talk about love for the soldiers. Did you not buy old papers at a cent a piece, “and sell them to the soldiers for ten cents” in violation of orders, and for this swindle was sent back to the regiment. – Eagle.

We answer emphatically: NO.

And we have a question to ask. – Did not the editor of the Eagle just before he was scared off to Idaho by the symptoms of a coming draft, go down to old mother Dickinson’s and there get jolly drunk, and don’t he yet owe the Irishman fifty cents who wheeled him home in a wheel-barrow, and did he ever pay that woman the twenty-five cents for – he knows what for?


            ‒ The Illinois infantry brigade, composed of the 14th, 15th and 32d infantry regiments, that only a few weeks since marched out to Fort Larmie, have reached Leavenworth on their return home to be mustered.


            → In a conversation among some of our citizens the other day, intention was made of the assertions of the Macomb Eagle that the soldiers were hostile to the negroes. A soldier standing near by, remarked that “the soldiers think more of the niggers than they do of the Macomb Eagle.” – Bushnell Press.


            The highest market price paid at all times for GOOD Country Spun Stocking Yarn. N. B. Which will be sold as low as the lowest by                                   JOHN VENABLE.


Mass Meeting.

The citizens of McDonough County are requested to meet in Macomb on Saturday the 16th day of September, 1865, for the purpose of forming a Soldiers’ Monument Association. Let everybody attend.



            → There will be a Sociable and Re-Union at the Methodist Church and Parsonage, on Monday evening, September 11th. All the congregation and friends generally are invited to be present.


Barton & Hall,

Among the enterprising merchants of this city there are none who study more carefully the wants and interests of their customers than Burton & Hall at the north-west corner of the square. They have recently made large purchases in the eastern markets and are constantly receiving every variety of goods in their line, which they are selling at Chicago prices.


“Justice to All.”

Geo. W. Bailey, on the east side of the Square, is receiving a new stock of goods. George has bought largely, and says he has bought a great many goods at old prices. He has some merinos at 45 cts per yard, that are really cheap – the same goods were 75 cts last winter. He has hickory Stripes from 25 cts to 40 cts; Hoops and Balmoral Skirts cheaper than we have seen anywhere. Hoop skirts for $1,00, Balmoral from 3 to $4,50. George has a larger stock than ever before, and says he will not be undersold by anybody, and to make his customers safe, he says he will take back and return the money to any one for gods that can be bought cheaper elsewhere, on the same day they are sold. – Give him a call and satisfy yourselves.


            → At a meeting of spiritualists in this county, the spirit of Nich Biddle, the great financier, was called upon, and was interrogated as to the best place in this city to buy lumber, when the received for an answer – “At Bartleson’s lumber yard.”



            Died. – At Macomb, Ill., Sept. 2nd, 865, DAVID WILBERFORCE MONFORT, in the eighteenth year of his age.

We cannot see this worthy young man pass into the grave without paying a feeble tribute to his memory. His kind and affectionate bearing made him beloved by all who knew him. He was quiet, sensitive, and unostentatious, yet resolute, energetic, and firm. From his love of right, and his high sense of honor, he was not easily led into paths of vice, which are often so tempting to youth, but guarded his moral integrity with a jealousy, and care, worthy of emulation. Of pious parents and Christian education, he was made to feel some months before his death something better than his own morality and upright life. – Though his disease was violent, and quick in its fatal works he appeared to be ready, and trusting in a Mighty arm was not afraid to die. The bereaved family deeply feel the loss they have sustained, but with their tears are mingled thoughts of gladness; that he rests from all his toils; that he is beyond the reach of all disease, in a land of hallowed stillness and peace,

By guardian angels led,
Free from temptation,
Free from sorrow,
Alive whom we call Dead.


Not Complete without One.

No household is complete without one of those superior all-wool Coverlets, such as are only sold at the store of John Venable. Every man, woman and child attending Court should procure one before they leave town. Call and see them.


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