November 19, 2015

Editor’s Note.

            Sixty-one months after I first sat behind my computer with a notepad next to me, this version of The Eagle and the Journal has come to an end. What began largely as a vanity project, something to do while finishing my dissertation, has come to dominate my mind and my research. I was approached in the fall of 2010 by Marty Fischer, a civically- and historically-minded gentleman in Macomb, with the concept of republishing a few stories a week in the McDonough Voice, the current newspaper in Macomb and created by the combination of the Eagle and the Journal that same year. The idea of the project was simply to connect the citizens of Macomb with its past. The electronic version arose from the fact that the Voice did not post the articles on their website, and I wished to show friends and family that I was indeed doing something with my life. The Voice dropped the series at some point in 2012; I have carried the project forward from there. Marty confessed at several points that he never expected much from the project, mainly due to the fact that Macomb was a farm town, and he was not alone in the preconceived notion that while some articles might touch on war news, necessarily farm stories and crop prices must dominate the pages of these two publications.

We all of us could not have been so wrong.

Indeed, you have been witness to my findings. A town with an incredibly active political life that proved the adage that “all politics is local.” Political divisions so deep that one publication never felt like it truly supported the war or her native sons fighting in the army; divisions so vicious that more than once I have concluded that Macomb was a town torn asunder by the war, with friendships and families victim to things far worse than rebel bullets or moldering disease.

While I no longer physically live in Macomb, I have spent so much time with the records of her citizens that in some way I feel connected with that city still. I am perhaps more comfortable mentally with the inventory of S. J. Clarke’s Book Store, or the prospect of walking into the offices of either the Journal or the Eagle than I am with other factors in my life. I have lived the last five years on the Square and along the streets of a small Illinois town dealing with war and dissent, and in some respects I may know many of those men better than I do those whom I work with today. Already, within an hour of finishing the final transcription, I feel a certain hollowness within me. What will I do without the weekly work nagging at me to keep this blog going?

What will I do? I will let the blog sit for a few weeks. I need to deal with a couple of other irons that are heating in the fire. Once that happens, this blog will essentially serve as a note source, for the next step is publication. In some form or another, be it article or book, I want to spread the work and words of the history of Macomb even further. I unearthed a rich resource of materials, most an untouched and unknown bedrock of history never tapped before. The Eagle and the Journal will move forward after a short hiatus.

It would also be prudent to thank those who assisted this project in any number of ways. The Special Collections Department of the Western Illinois Library suffered my presence gracefully, and allowed access to the microfilm versions of both papers. The first two weeks of the blog were transcribed by pencil and paper from the brittle, bound copies of the original 150 year old materials. Once it became clear that the project would continue, I was lucky to have access to a computer and scanner that allowed me to collect six months’ worth of materials at a time from microfilm. To Kathy Nichols and the staff of Special Collections, a special thank you.

To Marty Fischer, Don Bath and Linda Cox, I owe thanks for the moral support to keep things going in the early days of the blog. I had the pleasure to meet all three during the scant days of the West-Central Illinois Civil War Round Table that we attempted to create in Macomb. Unfortunately, we lost Don two years ago. It’s my hope that he knew how much I appreciated his friendship and help through the years.

Finally, I wish to thank my wife and friends for their support as well during the creation of this blog. Your words kept this project going during the times that I felt that no one was reading. Thanks to all of you.

Let’s see what the future brings now.

November 18, 1865

Macomb Eagle

→ Our friend of the Bushnell Press, in his paper of last week, replies to our article of the week previous, wherein we quoted from the federal Constitution, the law as therein laid down, and which clearly enough shows the unconstitutionality of the discriminating tax, which seems to be the pet measure of every loyal editor in the country. Whenever an editor favors the policy of equal taxation, or opposes the non-taxation of bonds, he virtually must concede himself to be disloyal – or at least such is the howl which is immediately raised in the columns of the loyal papers. The Press seems to ridicule the extracts we quoted from the Constitution, and intimates our forefathers were not sufficiently wise to frame a fundamental law which would be applicable to the emergencies of war, and hence if it was necessary to violate the Constitution – loyal people should be ready and willing to shout “progress, freedom and no Constitutional restrictions!” This is all very nice – very patriotic – and very good logic for loyal people to think over, but we must confess we have never been loyal enough to gulp down such absurdities. Our Bushnell neighbor has a great deal of candor, and is stubborn enough to talk out the genuine principles of the radical party, without fear, favor or affection; and when he wipes out constitutional restrictions which lay in the way of the loyal party policy, he is only doing what others of his party fully endorse, but who have not the moral courage to talk out their principles only in a certain way. The Press is like many other loyal papers we have seen – perfectly willing to stand by the Constitution when it suits their policy, but when it conflicts with their ideas of loyalty, they wish it set aside, on the ground that those who framed that instrument were incapable of contemplating the trying ordeals of war, and the dangers through which we, as a people, have passed. If the Press still insists upon the right to violate the Constitution, and is unwilling to recognize the law as therein laid down, we must abandon the controversy, (so far as law is concerned,) and deal in the modern style of argument – by using “tongue” and “cheek” weapons, and defying whatever of law may curb our ideas and policy. – This seems to be a very fashionable style among loyal editors and speakers, and it seems to work charmingly.


            → The Union (Mo.,) Progress, calls Gen. Blair “a rebel clown.” The Progress is edited by a man named MOORE – who is more a fool than a wit – and who is a very fair specimen of stay-at-home pluperfect loyalists. He should be bored for the simples by some of his friends, rubbed down with a couple of bricks, and then limited to the dimensions of a “straight jacket.” Just such cattle as MOORE are foolish enough to suppose that they constitute all the loyal element of the country, and that they are the motive power which regulates the system of the federal Government.


A Bushwhacker Caught.

            We always did have a disgust for bushwhacking warfare, and those who fight in that way should he handled without mercy. We have our eye set on one of these gentry, and by the gods we intend to capture him and punish him for his bushwhacking warfare on us. For several weeks he has been in the brush, secreted from the public gaze, and pouring hot shot at us through the editorial columns of the Journal, and, now that we have discovered the bushwhacker, we intend to open our battery on him, and, if possible, drive him from his ambush. The gentleman whose name appears as editor of the Journal has a right to say just what he pleases of us, but we deny the right of bushwhackers to squib at us through his editorial columns. The bushwhacker has a right, no doubt, to fire at us if he feels like it, but if we fire into him and drive him from his ambush, he will have no one to blame but himself. – If forced to it, we will make the woods too hot to hold such fellows, and will meet them on their own terms. “A word to the wise is sufficient.”


The Vote in McDonough County.

            We are indebted to James W. Matthews, Esq., County Clerk, for the following statement of the vote in this county, with the majority for each candidate:

For County Judge – L. A. Simmons,                                  2,089
Wm. H. Jackson,                                    2,006
Majority for Simmons, …………………………                 83

For County Clerk – William Erwin,                                   2,124
Morris Chase,                                         2.112
Majority for Erwin, ……………………………                  112
For County Treasurer –     Wm. H. H. Hainline,             2,089
John W. Westfall,                            2,053
Majority for Hainline, ………………………….             36

For School Commissioner – Daniel Branch,                     2,102
T. L. Kendrick,                   2,025
Majority for Branch, …………………………          77

For County Surveyor – Jas. W. Brattle,                              2,126
Joseph E. Morris,                          2,018
Majority for Brattle, …………………………….     108

Mr. Venable, the nominee of the Republican party for the office of School Commissioner, and who withdrew from the canvass, received 10 votes.

Mr. Westfall, candidate for Treasurer, received one vote for County Judge.


            Two women engaged in shopping at Peoria last week, by some accident, exchanged babies in a store – both children being in little two wheeled baby-wagons. There was a fuss in Peoria until the mistake was rectified.


            Illinois expended for the arming, equipping and transporting troops, $3,803,449.89, $300,000 more more than any other State. Of this claim government allows $3,719,906.73.


            Sad Accident. – On yesterday, Peter Buck, who lived about two and a hald miles northeast of town, was attempting to head a cow, and was holding a rail in his hands for this purpose; when the cow ran with great force against the rail, causing him internal injuries from which he died before medical assistance could be procured. – Bushnell Press.


For the Macomb Eagle.

Autumn Time.


            ‘Tis Autumn time and Nature’s form
Is clothed in robes superb and gay:
Her calm’s the hush before the storm,
Her flush the hectic of decay.

Luxuriant in her pageantry
When “woodlands are a sea of flowers,”
But, ah! ‘tis sad deaths’ imagry
That hastens with the fleeting hours.

Soon in the chill and leafless woods
Those fair things mould beneath our feet,
And o’er our heads this tempest broods,
And Winter drops his winding sheet.

For even now the distant wail
Prolongs its melancholy strain.
And mournful clouds the heavens veil,
While Nature weeps her tears in vein!

Young, Illinois.


           Died. – On Thursday, 10th inst., Mr. John M. Crabb, aged 76 years.

The deceased was born near Winchester, Va., and had been for some thirty years a resident of this county. He was one of the noble race of men who were pioneers in the settlement of our county, who endured the hardships of frontier life, and wrought out of the wilderness the blooming and fruitful fields that now constitute the great wealth of our land. He lived to see the fruition of his hopes in the development of his adopted State. He was a man of warm friendship, of strict integrity, and endeared to all who knew him. We have too few men of the character of Mr. Crabb – honest, religious, generous, and inflexible in his hatred of everything mean or dishonorable, and as one by one they pass from this world to “the rest that remains for the righteous,” it is fitting that more than a passing mention should be paid to their memory.


            On the 12th of November, 1865, near Tennessee Station, MARGARET, widow of Chas., Waddill, aged 90 years.
She had been a resident of this County 32 years.


            Emery & Butler, of Blandinville, are receiving and opening a choice Stock of Drugs, Books, Stationery, Groceries, &c. – They are clever men to deal with. Give them a call.


            Correspondence. – Wishing to devote considerable space to the publication of local news, we solicit our friends in the different parts of the county all items of local interest occurring in their respective localities, such as accidents, deaths, marriages (with a greenback, preferred,) or anything of a local interest. A little assistance of this kind will enable us to get up an interesting paper. – Let us hear from you friends – send us the items and we’ll fix them up in the paper.


            Just received, a fine assortment of French Broad Cloths and Cassimeres at Kiefer & Lyons.


            You will always find the best quality of Tea at Adcock’s. They have just received a large lot of the choicest brands, and you can rely upon getting the best to be found in the cit. Go to Adcock’s!


            Singular, but True! – The fall of the year is upon us, and the dismal howl of old winter can be heard from afar, breathing his chilly tunes. It is meet that our friends should prepare themselves for his advent. – In order to be perfectly prepared it would be well for you to visit the popular establishment of Kiefer & Lyons, in the Campbell block, and lay in your winter supply. They have a fine stock of goods from which you can make selections, and they are the very best kind of men.


            Can’t the Chicago papers find something else than the marriage of Miss Julia Marie Rosseter of Chicago, to a Russian nobleman, (Baron Otto Van Greenenveldt!) to create a sensation? The people don’t care if all the belles of Chicago were married to Roosians. They want to hear of something else – the “Chicago” river for instance.


            The other day, while passing a house in town, we heard a young lady at the piano singing, “Who will care for mother now?” while the old mother was wearing herself out in the kitchen over the family washing.


            Teacher Wanted. – A competent Teacher to conduct a School eight miles from Macomb. Enquire at this office.


            Aurora Wagons. – Cottrell & Bro. have just received Twenty-Five of these celebrated Wagons, which they are selling very cheap. Give them a call.


November 17, 1865

Macomb Journal


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




            Col. Watkins and his orderly made all speed for the two suspicious strangers. – They were overtaken about one mile from Headquarters, and very near the picket line. The Colonel rode up to them, and in the politest manner possible informed them that Col. Baird wanted to make some further inquiries of them, and furthermore that the Colonel thought it was dangerous for them to proceed to Nashville without an escort, as there had been guerillas upon the road. The strangers replied that they were willing to incur the risk, but Colonel Watkins insisted that they should return as Col. Baird wished to see them again, and he would then furnish them an escort so that they might proceed in safety. The manner of Col. Watkins gave assurance to the strangers that they were not suspected of anything wrong. After some remonstrance on account of the lateness of the hour, and the distance they had to travel, they consented to return. Colonel Watkins led them to his tent, where for a few moments he beguiled them with his usual affable and conversational powers. He then begged to be excused for a moment, and stepping out he ordered a strong guard to be placed around the tent. It was not until one of them attempted to pass the guard at the door that they even suspected they were prisoners. Col. Watkins immediately brought them to Colonel Baird under strong guard. They at once manifested great uneasiness, and pretended great indignation at being thus treated. Colonel Baird frankly told them that he had his suspicions of their true character, and that they should, if loyal, object no unnecessary caution. They were very hard to satisfy, and were in a great hurry to get off. Col. Baird told them they were under arrest, and he should hold them prisoners until he was fully satisfied that they were what they purported to be. He immediately telegraphed to General Rosecrans, and received the answer that he knew nothing of any such men, that there were no such men in his employ, or had his pass.

Long before this dispatch was received, however, every one who had an opportunity of hearing their conversation was well satisfied that they were spies. Smart as they were, they gave frequent and distinct evidence of duplicity. After this dispatch came to hand, which it did about 12 o’clock (midnight), a search of their persons was ordered. To this the Major consented without opposition, but the Colonel protested against it, and even put his hand to his arms. But resistance was useless, and both submitted. When the Major’s sword was drawn from the scabbard there were found etched upon it these words, “Lieut. W. G. Peter, C. S. A.” At this discovery Col. Baird remarked, “Gentlemen, you have played this thing d –d well.” “Yes,” said Lieutenant Peter, “and it came near being a perfect success.” They then confessed the whole matter, and upon further search various papers showing their guilt were discovered upon their persons. Lieut. Peter was found to have on a rebel cap, secreted by the white flannel Havelock.

Colonel Baird immediately telegraphed the facts to General Rosecrans and asked what he should do, and in a short time received an order to “try them by a drum-head court-martial, and if found guilty hang them immediately.” The court was convened, and before daylight the case was decided, and the prisoners informed that they must prepare for immediate death by hanging.

At daylight men were detailed to make a scaffold. The prisoners were visited by the Chaplain of the 78th Illinois, who, upon their request, administered the sacrament to them. They also wrote some letters to their friends, and deposited their jewelry, silver cups, and other valuables for transmission to their friends.

The gallows was constructed by a wild cherry tree not far from the depot, and in a very public place. Two ropes hung dangling from the beam, reaching within eight feet of the ground. A little after 9 o’clock a. m. the whole garrison was marshaled around the place of execution in solemn sadness. Two poplar coffins were lying a few feet away. Twenty minutes past nine the guards conducted the prisoners to the scaffold – they walked firm and steady, as if unmindful of the fearful precipice which they were approaching. The guards did them the honor to march with arms reversed.

Arrived at the place of execution they stepped upon the platform of the cart and took their respective places. The Provost Marshal, Captain Alexander, then tied a linen handkerchief over the face of each and adjusted the ropes. They then asked the privilege of bidding a last farewell, which being granted, they tenderly embraced each other. This over, the cart moved from under them, and they hung in the air. What a fearful penalty!

The elder and leader of these unfortunate men was Lawrence Williams, of Georgetown, D. C. He was as fine looking a man as I have ever seen, about six feet high and perhaps 30 years old. He was a son of Captain Williams, who was killed at the battle of Monterey. He was one of the most intellectual and accomplished men I have ever known. I have never known any one who excelled him as a talker. He was a member of the regular army, with the rank of captain of cavalry, when the rebellion broke out, and at that time was aide-de-camp and private secretary to General Winfield Scott. From this confidence and respect shown him by so distinguished a man may be judged his education and accomplishments. He was a first cousin of General Lee, commanding the rebel army on the Rappahannock. Soon after the war began he was frank enough to inform Gen. Scott that all his sympathies were with the South, as his friends and interests were there, and that he could not fight against them. As he was privy to all of General Scott’s plans for the campaign, it was not thought proper to turn him loose, hence he was sent to Governor’s Island, where he remained three months. After the first Bull Run battle he was allowed to go South, where he joined the rebel army, and his subsequent history I have not been able to learn much about. He was a while on General Bragg’s staff as Chief of Artillery, but at the time of his death was his Inspector-General. When he joined the rebel army he altered his name, and signed it thus: “Lawrence W. Orton, Col. Cav. P. A. C. S. A.” (Provisional Army Confederate States of America) Sometimes he wrote his name “Orton;” and sometimes “Auton,” according to the object which he had in view. This we learned from papers found on him. These facts in relation to the personal history of Colonel Orton was gathered from the Colonel himself and from Colonel Watkins, who knew him well, they having belonged to the same regiment of the regular army – 2d U. S. Cavalry. Colonel Watkins, however, did not recognize Colonel Orton until after he had made himself known, and now mourns his apostasy and tragic fate.

The other victim of this delusive and reckless daring was Walter G. Peter, a lieutenant in the rebel army, and Colonel Orton’s adjutant. He was a tall, handsome young man, of about twenty-five years, that gave many signs of education and refinement.

Of his history I could gather nothing. – He played but a second part. Colonel Orton was the leader, and did all the talking and managing. Such is a succinct account of one of the most daring enterprises that men ever engaged in. Such were the characters and the men who played the awful tragedy.

History will hardly furnish its parallel in the character and standing of the parties, the boldness and daring of the enterprise, and the swiftness with which discovery and punishment were visited upon them. They came into our camp, and went all through it, minutely inspecting our position, works, and forces, with a portion of their traitorous insignia upon them; and the boldness of their conduct made flimsy subterfuges almost successful.



To the Readers of the Journal.

            With this issue of the Macomb Journal, my connection with it ceases. One week ago I had not the remotest idea of severing my connection with this paper, but I was offered my price for the establishment and I have sold it. Mr. B. R. Hampton, a former editor of the paper, when it was published under the name of the Macomb Enterprise, is the purchaser. He will take possession next week.

It is with extreme reluctance that I bid adieu to the readers of the Journal as their editor. I have been connected with the paper for more than four years. A larger portion of that time was spent in the army, but I retained my interest in the establishment, expecting to continue my relations with it for years to come. But through the kindness and partiality of the present administration the appointment of Postmaster of this place was conferred upon me some three months since and in consequence my duties have been so vastly increased that it will be some relief to me to lay aside the duties and responsibilities of editor and publisher.

I return my most sincere thanks to the numerous patrons of the Journal for their generous support during my connection with it. I trust that my successor will be met with the same liberal spirit, for he is a gentleman every way worthy of it.

Mr. Hampton needs no introductions from me to the people of this county. He has been one of our oldest and most esteemed citizens. Since last spring he has been residing in Abingdon, in Knox county, but he will shortly return to this city. He is sound to the core on those principles for which the Republican party has contended, and stands up square for President Johnson on those issues upon which the President himself has recently shed a flood of light.

Again I say, adieu.

Jas. K. Magie.


Our City Council.

            There was quite a spirited contest last Spring in the election of city officers. We have no need to particularize, but we know that some of our citizens think they were badly sold in that election. Some of the candidates elected shied off, and went into bad company. At all events they cut some queer pranks, and haven’t got over it yet. They profess to be loyal, friends to the soldiers, and all that. While we were absent, carrying a musket in defense of their homes and firesides they were very liberal in their dealings with the printers. They paid good, fat prices for their advertising and printing – and even more, they paid two prices, for they advertised in both of our city papers. At length we returned home, having served almost three years in the ranks, and took charge of this office. The City Council then suddenly discovered that we were not City Printer, and couldn’t do their printing unless we did it very cheap. In short, they voted to have Mr. J. B. Naylor, of the Eagle office, do their printing. – They had no use for us, except to blow and puff for their new school house enterprise, which of course they expected us to do gratuitously. Well, in course of time Mr. J. B. Naylor retires from the Eagle office, and a strange gentleman from Missouri takes the office. But the City Council, which was so quick to discover that we were not City Printer as soon as a change was made in this office, have not yet discovered a change in the Eagle office. – They elected last spring this office to do the printing, but the retirement of Mr. Clarke they contended annulled that arrangement. But when Mr. Naylor retired, it made no difference. Verily our City Council are wise far beyond their constituents.


Sharp Practice.

            The copperheads go in for sustaining their party organs whenever they can do so with the people’s money. In this county they have had notice to quit, but the County Clerk before going out of office is getting the next four years printing done at the Eagle office. They think it their last chance.


Popular Sovereignty.

            It was but a few years ago that the Democracy were very enthusiastic in their devotion to a principle they called “Popular Sovereignty.” We have listened by the hour to their stump orators while elucidating, explaining and expounding this great principle. We have read column after column from their party organs glorifying and amplifying the excellent qualities and wonderful beauties of “Popular Sovereignty.” It was peculiarly an American principle. – It was the great fundamental principle upon which our free institutions were founded. It was a great Democratic principle – it was indeed the chief corner stone in the temple of Liberty. This principle when explained, amplified and illustrated simply meant that the voice of the people was potent and should rule. Our Democratic friends, in times past, when illustrating this principle said that if the people of Kansas voted to have slavery, why, they should have it; and if they voted against it, it should not be forced upon them. – They stood by the voice of the people, or in other words – “Popular Sovereignty.” – We have heard many of them say, time and again, that they were opposed to slavery, but if the people voted for slavery then they waived all objection and said the will of the people, as expressed through the ballot box, should be the law of the land.

We now wish to make an application. – We are disposed to hold the Democratic party to their past professions. Prior to the late elections they persistently stated that a vote for the Republican ticket was vote for negro suffrage. The Republican ticket everywhere has prevailed by decisive majorities. Now let us see whether these Democrats are true to principle. If they are, they will be in favor of carrying out the will of the people in favor of negro suffrage, as lately expressed through the ballot-box. Now, gentlemen, don’t go back upon your past professions, but come square up to the work. Popular Sovereignty is a glorious principle – it is the voice of the people, and the Democracy “go in” for that voice. We will wait and see.


            Last of Camp Douglas. – A definite and final order was received from the War Department on Saturday, by Captain Pierce, Quartermaster at Chicago, to sell off all that is left of Camp Douglas, embracing all the building, fences, etc. There are over a million feet of lumber to be sold. The stoves in the barracks, about 500 in number, were sold by Colonel Ellison, bringing good prices. In less than a month, Camp Douglas will be no more.


            The 33d Regiment. – The 33d Regiment Illinois Infantry, under command of Col. J. H. Elliott, now at Vicksburg, will probably be mustered out at an early day, as the Commander of the Department has signified his willingness that the men should be mustered out. This will be good news to the brave boys, who have been so long from home in the service of their country.



            In this city on Thursday, Nov. 25, 1865, of Typhoid Fever, Miss Lucy J., only daughter of Wm. T. and Susan Thayer, aged 19 years.

Quincy papers please copy.

October 15th, at his residence near Macomb, of typhoid fever, Harmon Allison, in the 48th year of his age.

November 7th, at the residence of her son, near Macomb, Sarah Allison, in the 84th year of her age.

Near Tennessee, in this county, on Sunday, the 12th inst., Mrs. Margaret Waddill, widow of Charles Waddill, aged 90 years.

Mrs. Waddill was one of the oldest residents of this county, having resided at the pace where she died for upwards of 32 years. She was born in Pennsylvania, from which State she emigrated with her parents at an early age to the State of Tennessee, from whence she emigrated to Illinois. She leaves a large circle of friends and relatives, both in this State and Tennessee.


            → The second of a course of “Lectures to the Young,” will be delivered in Universalist Church next Sabbath evening, Nov. 19th, by the Pastor. Subject – “What make a man?” Services commence at 6 1-2 P. M. All are invited to attend.


            → “My Married Life at Hillside,” and “Mrs. Goodfellow’s Cookery as it Should Be,” are among the new books at S. J. Clarke & Co.’s Bookstore.


            → The Atlantic Telegraph has failed for the present but bids fair for success, still, Hopper, of the New York Clothing Store, No. 4, is doing a big business, and trade with him increases daily, as he keeps his stock full and complete of seasonable goods and at much lower prices than any other house. Boots custom made and warranted. Hats and Caps in great variety. – If you call you will buy at his low priced store.


Home Again.

L. H. Waters, who has for two or three months past been located at Huntsville, Ala., in the practice of law, has returned to this city with some idea of remaining here permanently. The stay laws of the South are not very encouraging to lawyers.


            → We received a call this week from Lieut. Irving, late of Co. F, 78th Ill., who was for a year and a half a prisoner in rebel hands in company with Lieuts. Morse and Hovey of this city. He was very low with sickness during his imprisonment, but he is now in robust health. His home is at Columbus, in Adams county, but he was on a trip to this county to “look around” with some view of locating here.



November 11, 1865

Macomb Eagle

Overcome, but not Disheartened.

            The result of the election in this County shows the success of the Republican ticket by majorities elsewhere stated. This result, to say the least, was unexpected; but it is susceptible of explanation. – While it may give the prestige of success to the Republicans, it can also be made barren of any further benefit to them.

The smoke of the battle has scarcely cleared away, but we can see enough to point out where the fault lies. In the first place the leading Democrats – we mean particularly those in Macomb – are chiefly to blame for the result. They figured up the nominations, or assisted materially in controlling them, and then, supposing they had discharged all their duty, they took apparently but little further interest in the contest. The candidates were left to work almost along; they did what they could do in the short time between the convention and the election, but that time was much too short for them unaided, to properly canvass, in their way the county.

In the second place, there was no organization or system by which to work. – No meetings were held, no speeches were made, by which the efforts of the Republicans could be counteracted, their designs exposed, and their falsehoods refuted. – There were no unusual exertions put forth by our men to secure a full vote. Indeed there were scarcely the usual efforts employed that are ordinarily called into requisition on such occasions. Suggestions were repeatedly made that meeting should be held and speeches delivered in every township, which, if they had accomplished nothing else, would at least have aroused every Democrat to the importance of polling his vote. Had this been done – and had a vigorous, aggressive canvass been prosecuted, and a full vote of the Democracy attained, at least two of our candidates, and we believe the entire ticket, would have been triumphantly elected. – But other counsels prevailed, the do nothing policy was adopted, and the country people, seeing the apathy and indifference of those whom they are in the habit of seeing foremost in political campaigns, naturally enough became careless about the election. Thus in one township 25 or 30 Democrats stayed at home all day; in another 10 or 15; in another 15 or 20; and in every other township we can hear of Democrats, more or less in number, who did not go to the polls. There were enough of these to have overcome the Republican majority. Had they been aroused by a public meeting or speech – had they seen activity, and zeal, and the most earnest efforts put forth by men who held offices, and who expect to again hold offices, by virtue of the Democratic voters of this county, the result would have been far different; and instead of now bowing our heads in shame at our defeat, we would all have been jubilant with victory.

Thus it will be seen there is no reason for the Democrats of this County to be dismayed or discouraged. We must pick our flints and try it again. With a full vote we can always carry the county. – The principles of the Democratic party, which now underlie our system of government, they have been the chief stone of the corner from the inauguration of Washington down to the present day, challenge the admiration and support of a free people. A temporary reverse must not discourage. The result of Tuesday will be a lesson and a warning. Next year National issues cannot be ignored, and Republicanism stripped of its specious covering, will be exposed in all its black deformity. – When we make an aggressive canvass – when we move on the enemy’s works, instead of suffering them to move upon ours – we shall redeem Old McDonough from the blackness that now surrounds her.

We have thus spoken freely, as we believe it to be our duty, of the causes of our defeat. We have said it with the kindest of feelings and with the best of intentions towards all. We are comparatively a stranger here, but we cannot be blind to facts patent as the noonday sun, nor can we ignore our duty. Trusting that our reproof will be received in the same spirit in which it is given, for the benefit and triumph of our principles, let us all take courage anew and work with greater earnestness than ever, to make this Government, not only in name but in fact, a white man’s Government.


Our Paper.

            During the few weeks that we have had charge of the Eagle, a political canvass has been upon us, and our columns have been almost monopolized by political reading, which is not always interesting to the general reader. This, of course, is not only the case with the Eagle, but it is the case with all party papers before elections. The election is now over, and we hope now to have a little time to turn our attention for a few months to the general interest of our town and county, and make the Eagle a more readable paper. We never did like politics, – especially when defeated – if for nothing else that that as editor of a paper it often becomes our duty to deal rather harshly with our fellow-man, and speak unkindly of our opponents. We wish it were so that we could speak well of all mankind, as there is no one who would more readily carry out the scriptural injunction, “do unto others as you would have others do unto you!” – But politics makes “strange creatures of us all.” Differences of opinion will exist, and it is but right and proper that they should exist. We are all fully Americanized enough to “agree to disagree.” And as the smoke of the canvass subsides, let us all – without distinction of party – put our shoulders to the wheel and do whatever is in our power to build up and advance the interest of our county, and the general good and welfare of our people.



            We have always been friendly to the temperance cause, and we admire consistency in temperance people. We have had something to do with temperance organizations in days past, and unless the principles of the several societies have been greatly changed or modified within a year or two, we think we can detect something wrong, a stultification of principles, and very serious incroachments or innovations upon what used to be the true principles of moral and social reform. We have no right to question the motives of others, but so far as we are concerned, we have never, nor we will not support and elevate to power, those who are habitually inclined to the “weed.” It should be the mission of all temperance orders, to carry out in good faith the principles they profess, but where they fail to do so, it is only holding out premiums to those of intemperate proclivities. We hope for the sake of consistency, that these remarks may not apply to any member of a temperance order in this city.


            “The Chicago Convention met on the 29th of August, A. D. 1864, and the “great unready” was nominated for President by the unterrified Vallandighammers. Presto! Mr. Lincoln’s name disappears and the hero of the Chickahominy is brought forward. – [Macomb Journal, 4th.

Very well, what of it. It only shows us to be a better kind of a loyal man than you, although we don’t make such a bluster over it. You might have added that while Mr. Lincoln’s name was at the head of our paper, we were chosen by the Democracy of Andrew county to represent them in the Democratic State Convention of Missouri, which met at St. Louis last fall. We did attend that Convention, and Senator Robt. Wilson and ourself cast the vote of Andrew county in that body for the gentleman nominated on the Democratic State ticket – and voted for them on the first ballot. It was well known in the Convention that Mr. Lincoln’s name was at the head of our paper, and you will doubtless be surprised to find out how we got to be a delegate of the Democratic party of Andrew county in said Convention. However, we can’t see that that part of it is any business of yours. If it is, maybe we will enlighten you upon the subject. Mr. Lincoln’s name remained at the head of our paper three or four weeks after the adjournment of the St. Louis Convention, and when we got ready to take it down, we did so. Our Democratic friends knew their own business, and we thought we knew ours. That’s all.


            The General Result. – The Republicans seem to have carried everything by storm. – They have doubtless carried all of the following States: New York, New Jersey, Minnesota, Wisconsin and Illinois. It is something unusual for New Jersey to go that road, but we presume it is all right. In this State the Republicans have stormed the Democratic breastworks, and carried the main strongholds. The city of Quincy gave about 100 Republican majority. Fulton county went largely Republican. Ditto Peoria county. – Indeed the victory seems to be a general thing, and they will not, hereafter, be afraid to sail under true colors, and come out square on the nigger issue. We hear it hinted already that a plan is now on foot to secure land for a negro colony in this county. So the work will now go on swimmingly.


A cow that helped Conquer the Rebellion.

            The New Albany (Ind.) Ledger gives the following: “At the agricultural fair at Charlestown a certain cow, decorated with blue and red ribbons, was the observed of all observers. She was captured from the rebels by Sherman’s army, near Corinth, Mississippi, in the summer of 1862 and has accompanied the army in all its marches, raids and expeditions from that time up to the final disbandment of the army at Washington. She is the property of General Clark, of New York, who, expecting to go on duty at New Orleans, had his noted cow sent westward, with a view to taking her to his field of duty. But the General being ordered back to New York, the cow will be sent thither and placed in the great Central Park. This cow, during all her journeyings through Mississippi, Tennessee, Georgia, South and North Carolina, and Virginia – a period of three years – has never ceased to give milk, averaging three gallons a day, which she still gives. She is certainly a noble animal, and wears her ribbons gracefully. She is now in the care of Mr. George W. Lee, of Clark county.



I WILL SELL, at my residence, 3 miles east of Macomb, on Tuesday, Nov. 14th, 1865, the following described property: 3 horses, 30 head of Sheep, Milch Cow, 1 Sulky, 1 Two horse Wagon, 1 Self Raking Reaper, 1 Prize Mower, 1 Corn Planter, 2 Sett Double Harness, Plows and Harrows, Hay in Stack, 50 Acres of Corn in Field, Household and Kitchen Furniture, and other Articles. Terms of Sale: All sums of ten dollars and over, a credit of twelve months, purchaser giving note with approved security; all sums under that amount cash.



            Old Accounts. – In purchasing the Eagle office, all the past subscriptions fell to us, and on examining the books, we find that there are a great many people in the county who are owing for two and three years subscription to the paper. We desire to settle up all these old out-standing accounts, and will be under obligations, if our friends will bear it in mind, and walk up. Those who know themselves indebted to the Eagle for past subscriptions, are hereby notified that those accounts are in our hands.


            How to Get Your Paper. – All subscribers who have been getting the Eagle from our office delivery, are hereby notified that after this week they must come themselves, or send a written order for their papers. During the few weeks that we have had charge of the office, we have been compelled to supply two or three papers per week to each name upon our “office list.” – The cause of this is that persons, without any authority whatever, knowing their neighbor takes the Eagle, call at the office and ask for John Jones’ or John Smith’s paper, and it has been the rule to give them the papers without any questions. They carry the papers home, and John Jones or John Smith never get to see them. Mr. Jones and Mr. Smith call at our office a week or two after, ask for their papers, and we are of course expected to supply them. All those who want to read the Eagle without paying for it, must hereafter borrow of Jones and Smith, as we will not deliver – after this issue – any paper unless a written order is sent, or the individual who takes the paper calls in person. We are necessarily compelled to adopt some such rule, in order to keep the Eagle in the hands of its actual subscribers. Bear this in mind.


            Sherman House. – Those of our friends visiting Prairie City, will find the Sherman House a very desirable place to put up. Daniel Frank, the popular and accommodating landlord, knows how to “keep hotel,” and keeps everything in trim about the premises.


            Something New. – Geo. Jehlinger, the enterprising clothing man, in the Brown Hotel Building, determined not to be undersold by any House in his line, has “marked down” his price to an astonishingly low figure. Jehlinger has a fine assortment of clothing, made up after the latest and most fashionable styles, and will not fail to give satisfaction to his customers.


            Just the Place. – “When the Autumn leaves are falling and the days grow cold,” many of our readers will be enquiring the best establishment at which to purchase a suit of clothes, or any portion thereof. In advance of the enquiry we would recommend the popular Clothing House of Kiefer & Lyons, west side of the Square, in the Campbell Block, as an institution possessed of the latest and most fashionable styles of Ready-Made Clothing, and one whose “presiding genius” has established an enviable reputation as a liberal and fair dealer. Bear this in mind when you contemplate purchasing your winter clothing.


            Our Town has been unusually brisk this week – streets crowded with wagons – merchants receiving new goods, and their stores crowded with customers. Truly everything is moving along in this locality with railroad speed.


            Prof. Sands, the Magician. – This celebrated Magician and Ventriloquist will favor our citizens with an opportunity of attending one of his recherché exhibitions at Campbell’s Hall, on Saturday night, 11th inst. Prof. Sands has acquired a world-wide reputation as being the most skillful Magician and most thorough and accomplished Ventriloquist now traveling. He has but recently been performing at crowded houses at Louisville, Ky., Cincinnati, Dubuque, St. Paul, &c.

The bad character of the generality of traveling exhibitions has had the tendency in Macomb to keep ladies of respectability from attending even the most popular and worthy amusements. We wish to say to the people of this city that this exhibition is not characterized by anything to mar the feelings of the most fashionable and respectable. He never fails to draw crowded houses of the fashionable and elite wherever he goes.


            Accident. – On Saturday afternoon a team belonging to Mr. Benjamin T. Naylor, of Emmett Township became frightened and started to run, throwing Mr. Naylor from the wagon, and the wheel passing over his right leg causing a bad fracture and otherwise bruising him considerably. He was taken to the Drug Store on the south side of the square and the leg set by Drs. Bane and McDavitt. Mr. Naylor is an old man, and this, we are sorry to say, will go very hard with him. – We are informed that he is doing well, at the present time, as could be expected under the circumstances.


            Groceries. – R. & J. Adcock, on the Southwest corner of the square have just received and opened a very large and choice Stock of family Groceries, such as Sugar, Coffee, Tea, and indeed everything which goes to make up a complete Stock of Groceries. They keep also on hand all kinds of produce which they sell at the lowest market price. Farmers and others having produce to sell should recollect that these gentlemen are always in the market, and that they pay the best prices; while it is an admitted fact that they sell Groceries a little cheaper than the same quality of goods can be bought elsewhere. They are clever men to deal with, and those who buy their Groceries of either “Bob.” Or “Joe.” May rest assured they get the best; and a little cheaper than is usually asked for the same goods. Give them a call.


            The Want of our City. – One of the greatest drawbacks to the rapid improvement of our beautiful city is the lack of suitable dwelling houses that may be rented by the mechanic and artisan, the small manufacturer and the business man who may desire to locate here. People are constantly coming to this city, looking up a location for their business, frequently having just capital enough to establish them in it, being unable to purchase such a dwelling house as would suit them, and finding it impossible to rent one of any description, even at the exorbitant rates required by many landlords, they go elsewhere and locate, or return to the place from whence they came, taking with them the opinion, justly formed, that Macomb is no place for a man of small capital, or for a mechanic or laborer, as the profits of his business or labor must necessarily be swallowed up by the rents he is compelled to pay – if he should be fortunate enough to find a house – and that opinion is freely comunicated to every person they may meet, who talks of coming here. The consequence is that the disadvantages of the city as a business point for people of small capital, is widely and too successfully advertised; while on the other hand our wealthy real estate owners (who should certainly fell an interest in the rapid growth of the city) do nothing to counteract this influence against our material wealth, when it is in their power to add largely to the growth of the city, and their own incomes, by erecting upon their vacant lots, suitable tenement houses for the class of which we speak. The policy of holding unimproved real estate at high rates, and calmly awaiting for some more enterprising man to build and improve around you and thus enhance the value of your property, making it worth what you have asked for it for years, is decidedly “old foggyish,” and we have but a poor opinion of the public spirit and enterprise of that class of people. Yet there are many such who sit like an incubus in the way of our city’s progress. There has been for the past four years a constantly increasing demand for tenements, until now it is almost impossible for many families to find any suitable place to live in. The growth of our population is undoubtedly impeded on this account. Vacant lots are numerous throughout the city – many of them owned by men abundantly able to build upon them, and in this way advance their own interest, as well as that of the city, and by so doing have the satisfaction of knowing that they hace been, to some extent, public benefactors. We honestly believe that our city would have doubled its population in the last five years had our wealthy real estate owners “an eye to the public good,” as well as to the “main chance.” Let them think of this hereafter.


            We have been requested by one of our lady friends to publish the following. Whether she has any particular grievance whereof to complain, we know not, but of one thing we are certain, that we agree most cordially with the sentiment of the lines she has so kindly furnished us for publication.

“Is it anybody’s business
If a gentleman should choose
To wait upon a lady,
If the lady don’t refuse?
Or – to speak a little plainer,
That the meaning all may know –
Is it anybody’s business
If a lady has a beau?
If a person’s on the sidewalk,
Whether great or whether small,
Is it anybody’s business
Where that person means to call?
Or, if you see a person
as he’s calling anywhere,
Is it anybody’s business
What his business may be there?

November 4, 1865

Macomb Eagle

Vote the Whole Ticket.

            Do not scratch your Ticket, but vote for every man on it. The candidates on the Democratic ticket are all good men – tried, true, faithful and honest – and will make efficient and reliable officers – a credit to the party who nominated them – an honor to the voters who elected them. Go to the polls on Tuesday bright and early; do your own voting, and devote the rest of the day to the interest and welfare of McDonough county. – Elect men who will be some little credit to the intelligence and public spirit of Old McDonough. Be faithful and vigilant to the interest of your county.


Be on Your Guard.

            The Journal will appear this week in full blossom, well scented with foul slanders and the most unscrupulous falsehoods in regard to the Democratic candidates. It is in keeping with the character of that paper to throw out a batch of falsehoods on the eve of an election, knowing as it does, that the candidates nor their friends will have no opportunity before the election, of proving their falsity. If you read the Journal, make all necessary allowances for its lack of veracity, unless you know its assertions to be true. The editor of that paper would not stop short of slandering any man, if by so doing his party could gain a vote. Don’t listen to slander – for that is the weapon of rogues – and honest and upright citizens should not suffer gibberish to cause them to pause in the discharge of their highest and greatest duty.


Don’t be Decieved – Look at Your Ticket.

            The Republicans will try every expedient in order to deceive voters, and will doubtless issue Tickets headed “Democratic County Ticket,” with the names of the Republican candidates below. This dodge will, perhaps, be resorted to, and we now warn every honest voter to look well to his Ticket, and see that it has every Democratic candidate’s name upon it. Get your Tickets at every precinct from men who you know are above deceiving you, and vote the whole Democratic Ticket – and nothing but the genuine.


Capt. Ervin and the Democracy.

            A few years ago, Capt. Ervin objected to Douglas because the Little Giant was too much of an Abolitionists to suit him. He, accordingly, went over, hook, bob and sinker, to the Breckinridge Democracy, a party well known to be “sound on the goose.” Slavery was the Alpha and Omega of the Breckinridge party – and with this party the Captain affiliated, and went far enough to vote for its leader, John C. Breckinridge. He first deserted Douglas, then deserted Breckinridge, and the next move he makes, will be to knock at the door of Democratic party for readmission. In politics, he goes by jerks, like a toad jumping – everything by turns and nothing long, and from what we can learn, nobody is much astonished at anything he does, for

“Conscience and principles are made
To rise and fall, like other wares of trade.”

The Captain is now loyal candidate for County Clerk and if defeated – which he may rest assured will be the case – we venture to say that in less than a year he will be right square back on the Douglas platform. Then, if Breckinridge should fail in the pork business in Europe, and return to America and start another pro-slavery party, would he not (the aforesaid Captain candidate, we mean,) be quite likely to follow him on the “goose question?” We think his loyal friends had better watch him, should Breckinridge return.


            “I was informed that hereafter my services would be required at Headquarters as the Private Secretary or clerk of the Colonel, at a slight advance of pay. The Colonel really did not need a clerk. For days together I had no duties to perform.” – Magie’s Army History.

At a “slight advance of pay” for “doing nothing? So you, too, have been playing a “loyal” game in the war. Pay for “DOING NOTHING” seems to be about the best recommendation a man can now-a-day’s furnish of ‘pluperfect’ loyalty.


            “When I saw my companions busy at drilling, working upon fortifications, doing guard and picket duty, I felt ashamed of myself, as I thought I ought to bear my share of their burdens.” – Magie’s Army History.

No doubt you did; but was you ashamed enough to induce you to refuse a “SLIGHT ADVANCE OF PAY” for “doing nothing?” Where did that “slight advance” come from? That’s the question, my Lord?


            “This little riding pony was one of the captured animals. It was turned over to me, or rather loaned to me, for my use in carrying the mails.” – Magie’s Army History.

So you have had something to with the “mails?” Did you have anything to do with “black mail?” You have, doubtless, had as many hair-breadth escapes in your eventful life, in crossing streams, &c., as the noted Gil Blas, whose deep caverns and labyrinthian shades have astonished the most celebrated French tourists.


            “The late editor of the Eagle, in introducing the new editor, boasted that he had had two presses broken up – one by the rebels, and one by the radicals. So then, he has been on both sides and has friends in neither.” – Journal.

You are partly right! Only we were mobbed both times by rebels – once by Jeff. Davis’ rebels, and once by “good loyal rebels” like yourself. We have never had any friends in the “rebel army,” neither have we any friends in the thieving, plundering, mobocratic party, who arrogate to themselves all the “LOYALTY” – at the same time trampling the laws under their unhallowed feet. We have “friends in neither.” We wish we could say the same of you. “Oh, loyalty! – what crimes are committed in thy name!”


The “Loyal” Speak at Industry.

What was Done and What was Said.


Groans and Hisses for Ye ‘Loyal!’


            On Tuesday night, October 24th, the good people of Industry were honored with the august presence of the ne plus ultra of loyalty in this county, to wit: Captain L. A. Simmons, Captain William Ervin, and Captain James K. Magie, of the Journal. These military dignitaries, whose loyalty is of the ultra standard, after prowling about the town in search of some gullable person who had a vote to spare them, concluded that inasmuch as no one of their friends in that locality had tendered them hospitality for the ‘inner man,’ that they would make a reconnaisance in the direction of a “copperhead” house. We are glad to hear that they were handsomely cared for. To them it did then appear that “the weary sun hath made a golden set,” and being brim full of speech, they each – we mean the military trio – repaired to some convenient building where they each might feast upon an extraordinary display of bombastus furioso, in three parts. The Middletown Orator made his grand debut, and spoke his piece without the least interruption from the – prompter. He made a few wry faces, and several severe attempts at theatrical oratory, reminding one of the familiar lines of Holmes:

“Not all the pumice of the polish’d town
Can smooth the roughness of the barnyard clown;
Rich, honored, titled, he betrays his race
By this one mark – he’s awkward in the face.

He spoke from memory one or two Chapter’s from his History of the 84th, and then barely squinted at his Middletown speech. – Having really spoken his piece at Middletown he thought it necessary to intimate to his hearers that he then didn’t know –

“Whether the snake that made the track,
Was going South or going back.”

His Middletown speech was a thing of the past. He did not feel like repeating the sentiments as set forth in that celebrated effort of his life, but that a few lines in Butler’s Hudibras, expressed the ruling principle which had governed him. It is in these words:

“He therefore wisely cast about,
All ways he could, t’ save his throat,
And hither came t’ observe and smoke
What courses other riskers took;
And to his utmost do his best
To save himself, and hang the rest.”

A rebel sympathizer in the crowd then quoted a few lines from Shakespeare’s King John, during which the Middletown Orator turned his back upon the auditory, and “smothered upon the wall the crimson flush which mantled his cheek.” Said the rebel:

“Hast thou not spoke like thunder on my side?
Been sworn my soldier? bidding me depend
Upon thy stars, thy fortune, and they strength?
And dost thou now fall over to my foes?
Thou wear’st a lion’s hide! doff it for shame,
And hang a calf’s skin on those recreant limbs.”

Not relishing that style of poetry, the Middletown Orator then turned his face to the audience, and went into a moderate display of spread eagle eloquence; but failing to confine himself to the true state of “matters and things in general,” a few soldiers present brought out the “tiger,” after which they gave Mr. Orator a few cheers – not chairs – consisting in part of loud hissing and caterwaulings, which drowned completely the eloquence of the speaker. Amid the shouts, “tigers,” hissing and caterwauling, the Orator subsided, being quite disgusted with the style of the loyalty of the soldiers in that locality. Before closing his remarks, however, a citizen of Industry, Mr. Joseph Harkrader put a few pertinent questions to the Orator, which seemed to very much worry ye loyal candidate. He was handled without gloves by Mr. Harkrader, and got himself into a dilemma from which he failed to extricate himself satisfactorily to his friends.

The Journal man then mounted the rostrum with a view of helping his loyal candidate out of the scrape. He began a tirade of abuse against democrats in general, and said that though he had said many hard things against the Middletown Orator, the time had now come for action, and that he now wished to say to the audience that he considered Mr. Simmons a thorough loyal man. He said his candidate had been fully converted to the loyal faith, and hoped all loyal men would vote for the Middletown Orator.

“His talk is like a stream which runs
With rapid change from to rocks to roses;
He slips from politics to puns,
Passes from Mahomet to Moses.
Beginning with the laws that keep
The planets in their radiant courses,
And ending with some precept deep,
For dressing eels or shoeing horses.

The loyal editor then went on and told a little joke – (he is decidedly a great joker,) – about a steamboat captain and an Irishman, during which the audience dismissed themselves unceremoniously, leaving the editorial joker and his candidates almost alone in their glory. Capt. Erwin did not feel very big with speech on that occasion, as there were several Breckenridge democrats present.


What Democrats Have to Carry.

Where the “Treason” Belongs.

            The heaviest load that the Democracy of McDonough have to carry, is the Treason belched forth by the Middletown Orator. He was then a member of the Democratic party, and took occasion to “speak considerably on his own hook,” a practice which he has not forgotten to this day. On one occasion, he mounted the rostrum at Middletown, belched forth a rhodamontade of Treason, and but for one or two Democrats interceding in his behalf, he would have been mobbed, and dragged from the stand by the loyal people of that place. He now asks the loyal people of Middletown to vote for him – the loyal candidate for Judge. All the Treason that this man has belched forth, the Democracy now have to shoulder, and his treasonable utterances are now being mouthed about and charged upon the whole Democratic party of the county. The Journal even, has, with an utter disregard for justice, copied copious exracts from the Middletown speech of this man, and heralded them forth as being editorials from the Eagle. This is about as dastardly an outrage as has ever been committed upon the true principles of journalism, and the Democrats have to carry it, because the Orator then belonged to their party. We hope thereafter, that if the Journal publishes such Treasonable language, that it will credit it where it really belongs – to the Middletown Orator – and not to the editorial columns of the Eagle.

The following “pictur” of the loyal man we find in the Journal:

Simmons in a New Character. – On Wednesday night, L. A. SIMMONS, an Attorney in this place, made a villainous speech at Middletown, in this county, urging Democrats to keep out of all military organizations, characterizing the war as an abolition foray, and declaring that he had but little sympathy for the South and less for the North. A short time ago this same Simmons devoted nearly an entire night to playing ten pins with Tinsley’s negro engineer, much to the “niggers” misfortune, if reports be true, for we learn that the negro was very promptly dismissed for being caught in bad company. Which Simmons, John or L. A.? – [Macomb Journal, April 26th, 1861, edited by Magie & Nichols.]


            Small Pox. – The Bushnell Press of the 1st inst., says there is a few cases of Small Pox in that place, and that precautionary measures have been taken to prevent the malady spreading.


Who to Vote For.

            → Do you want a man for County Judge who is every way qualified to discharge the important duties of that position, and who would give our County Court character at home and abroad? If so, vote for William H. Jackson.

→ Do you want a man for County Clerk who is honest, upright and capable, and one who will discharge his duties with credit to himself and honor to the County? If so, vote for James Morris Chase.

→ Do you want a man for County Treasurer who knows how to be honest, how to be faithful, and whose motto is “good will to all mankind?” If so, vote for John W. Westfall.

→ Do you want a man elected for the Office of County Superintendent of Schools, who is deserving of the Office, every way capable of discharging its duties, and whose “childhood days” have been passed in Old McDonough? If so, vote for Theodore L. Kendrick.

→ Do you want a man elected Surveyor of your County who thoroughly understands the responsibilities of the Office, and who will give entire satisfaction in the discharge of his official duties? If so, vote for Joseph E. Morris.


            Eagle Job Office. – We are prepared to execute on very short notice, every variety of plain and ornamental Job Printing. – We have spared no pains or expense to make this department of our establishment fully up to the demands of the public, and those who favor us with their patronage, can rest assured that their work will be done promptly, in the best workman like manner, and at the most reasonable prices. Give us a call, examine our work, and judge for yourselves.


            History of the 84th. – Mr. Simmons has failed to hand in any MSS for this issue. His time is doubtless too much engaged in the arduous duties of a political campaign to give much attention to writing. After the 7th inst., he will have plenty of leisure to prepare his MSS. If we thought he was going to “play off on us,” we would be certain not to vote for him. As Mrs. Partington would say, “these newspapers are queer institutes, especially when one’s a canderdate.”


            Fine Cabbage. – Mrs. W. H. Jones will please accept our thanks for two very large and excellent heads of cabbage.


            Change of Firm. – The card of Drs. Bane & McDavitt, successors to Stewart & McDavitt, will be found in today’s paper. – Dr. G. H. Bane, served four years as Surgeon of the 115th Ills. Volunteers, and has acquired the reputation of being a very skillful and scientific Surgeon. The new firm have our best wishes.


            Although the Election is the principle topic of conversation in this city at the present time, yet the people do not forget the beautiful Store of our young friends S. J. Clarke & Co., as their Store is doing as thriving a business as one could wish. Reason they advertise largely, sell cheap, and keep a full supply of everything in their line of trade. Among the new books just received , we notice “The Story of the Great March,” by Maj. Ward Nickols, aid de camp to Gen. Sherman; “Queen of the Country;” “Iquibbob Papers;” “Irving’s Complete Works;” “Bayard Taylor’s Complete Works,” &c., &c.


            Found. – On the 27th of October, 1865, one Saddle and two Bridles, which the owner can have by proving property, and paying charges.



            There has been a great call for the famous Brush Hat. C. M. Ray has a fine supply, both Black and Brown. Whilst looking through his Store, we see he has a fine lot of Ladies’ Furs, which he is selling at last year’s prices, together with a very fine line of Men’s Boy’s and Youth Fur Caps, Collars and Gloves. Buck Gloves, Gauntlets and Mittens in great variety.


            How to Make a Paradise. – Buy one acre of ground. Fence it. Build a neat cottage on it. Marry an angel in hoops, and take her home to the cottage. Go home to the cottage yourself. Buy your goods of those who advertise – they sell cheapest. Be industrious, read the Eagle, vote the Democratic ticket, and live upright before God and man, and you have gained all the original happiness that has survived the fall.

November 3, 1865

Macomb Journal


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



            The distance between Franklin and Nashville was eighteen miles. The road was a good, substantial macadamized pike. For several days I made the trip to Nashville and return the same day, carrying each way a large sack of mail. I was often cautioned about guerillas and bushwhackers, but I was lucky enough to escape their unwelcome visits. I confess that I was a little disturbed on one occasion. I was riding along upon my pony and was just reaching the brow of a hill where the road made a slight turn, when I suddenly came upon about half a dozen butternut gentlemen, two or three of whom were sitting down and the others looking towards me as though they expected my coming. I began to think my time on earth was near its close, and that my mail would never reach its destination. I was armed with a good and trusty revolver, and I was too near the butternuts to think of retreat. I resolved to sell my life as dearly as possible, and thought I was good for two of them at any rate. I did not slacken my pace, but putting my hand upon my pistol I rode up to them and was surprised to observe they had no disposition to make any hostile demonstration. As soon as I was convinced of this, I felt more courageous and stouter of heart. I could then whip the whole of them easily. I rode up, and in a tone of authority asked them their business there. They tamely replied they were telegraph laborers at work putting up and repairing the telegraph between Nashville and Franklin, and they were then waiting for their wagon, which was about a half mile to their rear. I was considerably relieved.

In a few days the railroad was completed, and then I made my journeys to and from Nashville upon the cars. It was made part of my business to supply the army at Franklin with newspapers. These were sold at ten cents each, a figure really too high. There were certain news agents in Nashville who sold to army Postmasters and others at from five to seven dollars per hundred, rendering it impracticable for me to dispose of them at less than ten cents each. The rush for newspapers was immense. It took from five hundred to a thousand every day to supply the army at Franklin, which numbered then about five thousand. It was soon discovered that there was some speculation in this newspaper business, and there was probably some jealousy excited against me on account of it. I believed that if the speculators, or middle men, at Nashville could be thrown out and the army postmasters be permitted to deal directly with the publishers, newspapers could be furnished the army at five cents each. I endeavored to bring about such an arrangement. I sought the influence of certain officers, but no headway could be made. The speculators at Nashville heard of my move against them, and they resolved that I should not have any more papers from them. I usually remained in Nashville over night, and when I found my orders for papers refused, I bought up from the newsboys upon the streets all the papers I needed, and so kept up my supply to the army. The speculators then come at me from another direction. I was proceeding one morning upon the cars as usual to Franklin with my mail and newspapers, when I was accosted by a sharp featured, red-haired individual in citizens dress who told me that his name was Synder, and that he alone had the exclusive right to transport newspapers upon that train, and he pulled from his pocket a document signed by a Col. Anderson, General Military Superintendent of Military Railways in Tennessee, guaranteeing to him all the authority he claimed. He told me he was on his way to Franklin to make arrangements to supply the army there with newspapers, but he would not interfere with my arrangements that day, but he cautioned me not to attempt the experiment after that or I would get myself into trouble. I told him there was no necessity of his going to Franklin to make any arrangements to supply the army there with newspapers, as the arrangements were already made, and the army was being regularly supplied, and that I had heard of no complaint from any quarter except as to the price, and that I hoped would soon be remedied. This man Snyder visited Franklin, employed a number of boys, and organized thoroughly for a vigorous newspaper campaign. I was not idle. I secured the aid of two drummer boys to meet me the next morning at seven o’clock at the picket line on the Franklin pike. I borrowed the Chaplain’s horse, and about 4 o’clock that evening started for Nashville. I made the trip in about two hours. I was provided with papers and passes which enabled me to pass the picket lines or guards anywhere in the army of the Cumberland. On my way to Nashville I made arrangements with the pickets to pass them very early the next morning on my return to Franklin. I bought up newspapers from the news boys and secured my mail the evening previous, and about three o’clock started for Franklin. I reached the place just after daylight, found my boys waiting for me, and each taking a bundle of newspapers, and before nine o’clock they had the whole army supplied. At half-past nine the train from Nashville arrived. Synder was on board with nearly a barrel full of newspapers. – His news boys were at the depot ready to perform their part of the contract. Snyder found the newspaper trade that day duller than he anticipated. He was perplexed to know who his rival was in the newspaper trade. The next day I repeated operations of the day before, and Snyder was again perplexed. The newspapers soured and spoiled upon his hands. I kept up this night express for about a week, when Snyder having discovered the author of his perplexities, came to me and proposed a compromise. He offered to furnish me Nashville papers at five cents a piece, and Louisville and Cincinnati papers at six cents a piece. Thereafter I sold papers to soldiers of my own regiment at cost, and to citizens at ten cents. Soon after this an order was issued by Gen. Rosecrans regulating the newspaper trade, and fixing a tariff on prices, which broke up the combination of newspaper speculators at Nashville. But while there was some reform in this matter, there still remained some cause of complaint. It appears that a certain individual who was known as Col. Truesdale, by some hocus pocus arrangement had been installed as “Chief of Police” in the army of the Cumberland. This man assumed the whole management of the military mail and also all matters pertaining to the sale of newspapers. For about six weeks I supplied the army at Franklin with a daily mail and about six hundred newspapers daily. I had the entire supervision of the transportation and distribution of the mail, and also of all express matter coming to our Division. I had the assistance of only two or three persons, but I had all that I needed. During these six weeks there was not a single failure of the mail, and no complaint that I ever heard of. But after Col. Truesdale assumed the management, he had about twenty persons to perform the work that I and my two or three assistants had performed, and failures were numerous. – The army was obliged to take just such papers as Truesdale furnished them or take none, and often times he would keep back fresh newspapers until all the old ones were disposed of.

During the months of April and May sickness prevailed in the army at Franklin to an alarming extent. There was scarcely a company in any regiment in that whole army that did not lose one or more by death, while it was not uncommon for at least one half of the regiment to be reported on the sick list. The Surgeons held daily consultations to determine if possible the cause of such fatal mortality. The prevailing complaint was diarrhea, but there were numerous cases of fever. The 78th alone buried at Franklin more than twenty of their number.



The Election.

            On Tuesday next, November 7th, the election for county officers takes place. – The regular Union ticket will be found at the head of this column. This is our last issue before the election, and we take this occasion to urge upon every Union voter the importance of earnest, active work in getting out every vote. A full vote is a Union victory.


To the Hesitating.

            If any reader of this paper is still undecided as the disposition of his vote at the coming election, we ask him to consider the record of the two parties during the last five years, the steady, unwavering, uniform loyalty and patriotism of the one and blatant treason of the other, and then ask himself the question whether, under such circumstances, it is safe to trust the altter with the grave responsibilities of official position. What the Democratic party has been in past years it will still continue to be. Its organization is corrupt and vicious, and cannot escape the control of the bad men who have led it into so many pitfalls. Every position confided to such hands is so much aid to enable the party to commence its machinations anew against the peace of the republic. The party has chosen to identify itself with the cause of disunion. – It has advocated principles of which secession and rebellion were the legitimate offspring. It has defended the rebel cause, thrown odium upon the friends of the Union, encouraged resistance to the draft, fostered desertion, sympathized with rebels, eulogized rebel leaders. To suppose that it is different now, is to presume against known facts. A vote against the Union ticket, on any pretext whatever, is practically a vote for copperheadism. It is a vote of condemnation of the war and its results. It is a vote of want of confidence in the national Administration – a vote against the progress of enlightened principles and a reconstruction of the South in the interests of freedom and human rights. Those who feel prepared to go to this extent may do so, but let them cease to call themselves loyal men. If they wish to continue the record made by the Union party during the last four years, let them understand that there is but one course to pursue, and that is to vote the Union ticket.


            ‒ Soldiers, remember who villified you while you were in the army!


Work! Work! Work!!

            Let every Union man work for the success of the ticket. We have only two or three working days until election. Never mind if you do have a lame back or a sore toe, don’t let that prevent you from going to the polls on election day. Vote early and then see to it that every Union vote is out.


            → All who want a competent man for County Clerk should vote for Capt. Ervin.


            Who shall we elect for County Treasurer? A stay-at-home politician, who voted for and sustained the Copperhead party through the war, or shall we elect a true and honest soldier, the brave and patriotic Hainline, who endured perils innumerable, and hardships almost intolerable, in order to save the country from destruction?


            → If you want a worthy, upright, capable man for School Commissioner, vote for Prof. Branch.


            ‒ The Copperheads call themselves the “white man’s party” in contra-distinction to the Union party. We once heard of an artist who painted a horse, and underneath the portrait the words, “This is a horse!” For fear the public will not make the discovery, the Copperheads in like manner now label theirs “the white man’s party!”



            The Eagle gives us credit for candor in saying that Mr. Simmons was once a Democrat, and true to the teachings of that party, opposed to the war. While we cannot return the compliment so far as candor is concerned, we give the Democratic party credit for consistency in dropping Mr. Simmons as soon as he came out in favor of the war. The Eagle takes on terribly over the fact that Mr. Simmons once felt it his duty to favor that delusive doctrine of the Democratic party, anti-coercion. This is the only charge brought against Mr. Simmons by the Eagle. If then, it was a heinous offence for Mr. Simmons to favor anti-coercion, how much more culpable is the Democratic party, for they sustained Mr. Simmons while he occupied that position, and elected him to office. But Mr. Simmons, it appears, saw the error of his position. He resigned the office to which the Democratic party elected him, and enlisted as a private in the 84th regiment. – The Democratic party did not favor Mr. Simmons then, but on the contrary, they denounced him as an abolitionist and a renegade. We want no better illustration of the disloyalty of the Democratic party than this very fact. It furnishes the evidence that the Democracy of this county had no sympathy in the prosecution of the war. – Their denunciation of Mr. Simmons is a most damaging and telling record against them. Our soldiers can here see just where the Democratic party stands. When Mr. Simmons opposed the war they supported him, but when Mr. Simmons returns from the army with the proud record of three years honorable and faithful service in the cause of his country, they denounce and oppose him. Under all the circumstances, Mr. Simmons may feel prouder of their censure than of their praise.

The Democracy cannot accuse Mr. Simmons of insincerity or dishonesty. They cannot accuse him of any unworthy motives in the course he has seen fit to pursue. He did not leave the Democratic party to secure office, for he held the office of School Commissioner in that party, and resigned it to take up a musket in behalf of his country at thirteen dollars a month, and this too at a time when the Democratic party could carry this county by from five to six hundred majority. Mr. Simmons has proved himself an honest, a sincere and a patriotic man. He is a man who does not hesitate to follow the right. He deserves well of the people of this county for the bold and loyal stand that he took on the side of his country.



            The Eagle last week endorsed the Copperhead editor of the Fulton Democrat as “one of the best as well as one of the most popular writers in this district.” Here is an extract from the pe of this “popular writer.”

“Copperheads.” – If there ever was anything bad about this word, its character has recently come to be in very high repute throughout the land. The name “copperhead” has been applied to Democrats in the North by Abolitionists, and so far from considering the term a reproach the former not only accept the appellation, but in many sections have quite generally adopted the “copperhead” breastpin, and wear it with pride as the insignia of the order of “COPPERHEAD DEMOCRACY.”


            → Vote for Hainline, the Union candidate for County Treasurer. He served his country four years as a private in the 16th Illinois, while his opponent was at home pulling wires for the success of the Copperhead party.


            ‒ The Fulton Democrat talks disparagingly of Abolitionists and Republicans who stayed at home while Democrats went to the war. You cowardly whelp. You mean, canting, deceitful, lying hypocrite. What business have you to arraign others for not going to the war, when you not only refused to go yourself, but villified others for going. Before the war you styled the editor of this paper an abolitionist, but he went to the war, and you have had nothing but abuse for him ever since. We can name a number of Republican editors who enlisted as privates in the war, while we challenge the copperhead editor of the Democrat to name a single copperhead editor who took up a musket in behalf of his country. The present editor of the Oquawka Plaindealer, the Keithsburg Observer, the Carthage Gazette, the Havana Volunteer, all enlisted in the late war, and yet the cowardly sneak of the Fulton Democrat blows and snorts about abolitionists staying at home and Democrats doing the fighting. Out upon the lying imp.


The Chameleon.

            The Naturalists of all ages give an account of a small animal known as the chameleon, which has the peculiar faculty of changing its color to suit that with which it is in contact. We have never seen the animal such as described, but we have seen something near it in the biped order of creation. We refer to the editor of the Macomb Eagle. In the beginning of the war this man Whitaker was publishing a paper at Savannah, Mo. As chance would have it, the Union sentiment appeared to prevail and Whitaker was “Union” all over. The consequence was, Whitaker’s office was destroyed by the reb’s, who soon got the upper hand in Northwest Mo. The, chameleon-like, Mr. Whitaker was “reb,” all over, and the same bitter consequence still followed, as the Union men, having gained the ascendancy, destroyed his new office. – A third office was procured, – for the little gent. is plucky – and at the mast head of his paper was unfurled the name of Abraham Lincoln for President. Both parties becoming to know him, by this time, let him “git” along in peace, knowing full well that the name of Lincoln would not remain there long. In the meantime he sent his “abolition paper” to a friend of his in this city – a man who does not like “anything” savoring of “abolition,” and who sent the paper back from whence it came, with an intimation as plain as Paddy’s hint, that it was not wanted. Taking his color from this letter, Whitaker wrote to the aforesaid “friend” a long letter, in which he attempted to prove that he was as good a reb – beg pardon, – Southern Rights man as “any other man” in Missouri, and refered him to several Missouri refugees in this city and county, among whom appears the name of our present County Surveyor, Mr. Nichol. So much for so much. The Chicago Convention met on the 29th of August, A. D. 1864, and the “great unready” was nominated for President by the unterrified Valladighammers. Presto! Mr. Lincoln’s name disappears and the hero of the Chickahominy is brought forward. The election passed, – conservatism in Missouri was played out, – Whitaker concluded to change his spot, – that is, emigrate. Illinois was the State, and Macomb was honored by being selected as the particular sport wherein to show off the beauties of “Chameleonism” to advantage, but the great question was, which color should he take – black or copper? If he could buy the Journal office it would be black, – if not, he would try the Eagle, and assume the copper color. If both failed he would start a new paper and assume such a color as circumstances would require, but such a contingency did not arise, – the Eagle was for sale, – Whitaker bought, and Whitaker was copper colored from top to bottom.

“You may wash, and you may wipe, and you may rub,
But Whitaker will be Chameleon, “no matter how you scrub.”



            On the 31sr ult., at the residence of the bride’s father, by the Rev. S. S. Hebberd, Mr. John W. Crisingee, to Miss Carrie Holmes, all of this city.

In this city, on Monday evening, Oct. 31st, by Rev. J. C. Metcalf, Mr. Franklin Pearce, late of the 28th Reg’t Ill. Vol., and Miss Rebecca Penrose, of this county.

Another veteran surrendered to dimity. Franklin Pearce (we want it understood it is not the ex-President) served his country well and faithfully in the army and has come home to enjoy the fruits of peace in domestic bliss. May he always be “frank” with his fair bride, and may she never lose the “rose” from her cheek if she has lost it from her name.



            Wives, by two intelligent, industrious and handsome young men, who are desirous of emigrating from the “State of single blessedness” to that of matrimony. Having sufficient of the “wherewithal” to support in comfort themselves and wives, fortune is no object. Address Arthur St. Clair & C. H. Danvers, Macomb, Ill.


A Contract.

Every one should know what constitutes a contract. It is not our province at this time to define the terms, or give illustrations. To those not in acquaintance with the meaning of the word, we would say consult “Webster’s Unabridged.” The contract we wanted to speak about was between the countenances of two neighbors, one of whom had bought his Blankets at Venable’s, while the other “thought he could do better somewhere else.” There were “comparing notes” after making their purchases. Venable’s were found to be made of good clean Stock – the best of Illinois wool – wt. eight and ½ lbs., large size, which he had sold for sixteen dollars. The others were made of Russian wool – Donskoi long white, costing in N. Y. market 40 to 45 cts – under size every way, and when thrown into the scale were found to weight four and ¼ lbs. His had cost at a Dry Goods Store eleven dollars.

Comment is unnecessary. The contrast of countenance was wonderful to behold.

N.B. – He has a lot of those Extra heavy Blankets left over.



The Good Templars’ Lodge in Colchester will give a supper on Tuesday evening, Nov. 7th, 1865, for the purpose of raising money to complete their hall. Doors open at 5 o’clock. Admission 50 cents.



Customers to purchase the many beautiful goods now on exhibition at the Book Store of S. J. Clarke & Co. Special inducements offered in the line of School and Miscellaneous Books, Wall and Window Paper, Yankee Notions, Fancy Goods, etc. Give them a call at the old stand on the North side – 4th door from the east corner. Orders by mail promptly attended to.


Fatal Accident.

A young man named Smith, a brakeman on the up freight train on Wednesday afternoon last was killed at Augusta by the train running over him. He was upon the top of the cars and fell between them while the train was in motion. This is the second accident of the same nature that has occurred at Augusta within a month or two past.


            → It does one good to go into the boot and shoe store of C. M. Ray and see his stock of boots and shoes. His shop made calf and kip boots cannot be beaten, and then he has a large amount of shop made womens’ calf shoes, both pegged and sewed, all made of the best material. Give him a call.


For Gentlemen.

Gentlemen who are in the habit of chewing tobacco, smoking, or taking “suthin’ to drink,” should not fail to call at the book and notion store of C. C. Chapman & Co., and get a box of “whiskey killers” – sure cure.


Beware of Imitations.

No trade or profession is clear of those who would take advantage of another one’s good name and reputation could they make it pay, and when one, by strict and honest dealing builds up a trade it behooves him to look well “to his laurels.” John Venable has a “Stencil Plate” with which all packages leaving his establishment are marked plainly, viz: “From J. Venable, Dealer in Wool, Woolen Goods, & c., North side of square, Macomb, Ill.” Be sure that every yard of Jeans, Satinets, Cassimeres, Flannels, Linseys, and every package of your Blankets and Coverlets you buy this fall or winter are wrapped up in papers bearing the above inscription. Beware of counterfeits. None genuine unless marked as above.



The first snow of the season appeared on Monday last. It came down heavily for several hours, but melted as fast as it fell.


Change of Firm.

Mr. I. August has sold out his clothing store to Messrs. Keefer & Lyons who will continue the business. The new firm are experienced and energetic men, and we have no hesitation in saying will prove favorites with the public. They understand their business, and all can rely upon these gentlemen as fair, candid and upright dealers.


New Goods.

B.F. Martin & Son are constantly receiving Furniture of all styles, which they sell cheaper than can be bought elsewhere in the county. Give them a call.


            ‒ Mrs. O. C. A. Wood, M. D., will deliver an address in this city, at Campbell’s Hall, on Saturday Evening, Nov. 4th. Subject: Physiology and Pathology. We bespeak for her a respectful audience, as she comes highly recommended.


For the Ladies.

C. C. Chapman & Co. have a large lot of Perfumery of all kinds, such as cologne water, extracts of musk, jockey club, upper ten, verbena, pomades, &c., &c., which they will dispose of cheap.



We notice that the spirit of improvement is still progressing in our city, and the great trouble it, we have not carpenters enough to do the work demanded.


A New Front.

We notice that Messrs. Chapman & Co., the new book and stationery men on the north side of the square, are putting in a new front to their store rooms, and otherwise improving, besides receiving and opening a large stock of school and miscellaneous books, notions, &c., &c. When they get through with their contemplated improvements they will have as nice a room as any in town.



The roads are in an awful condition at present, owing to the super-abundance of rain of late.



Owing to the bad state of the roads, coal has raised in price from 15 cents to 20a25 cents.



Butter retails at the small price of 45 cts. per pound in our city, and has ruled at that price for several weeks.



Apples are scarce in this city this season. What is the reason? We have been led to believe there was a large crop.

October 28, 1865

Macomb Eagle




            On the evening of September 28th, about 11 o’clock the enemy made their first dash or charge upon our formidable fortifications. For half an hour there was a sharp clatter of musketry, interspersed with the constant boom of heavy artillery; but it turned out to be only a reconnoisance in favor of a movement to ascertain the strength of our lines; however as soon as the single dash was made, the enemy fell back to their former position, and all again became quiet upon the picket line.

On the 29th our arrangement was effected with the enemy in regard to our wounded left upon the battle field, and in field hospitals. Gen. Bragg after demanding an immediate surrender of the city, had agreed to permit two hundred of our Ambulances to pass through his lines to the hospitals, near Crawfish Springs, to bring in all our wounded who were then paroled. Accordingly the ambulance train, accompanied by a Regiment, passed through our lines and was met, by a regiment or more of the enemy half way between the two armies. The Regiment was supplied with a new set of drivers, from the rebel works, and went forward to the Hospitals without the attendance of a man from the Federal army. Slowly the day passed by and night came on, and still the train did not return. Many considered it entirely lost, and severely censured Gen. Rosecrans for sending it in this way into the hands of an enemy, who had not on all occasions proved entirely trustworthy or honorable. But about midnight the train began to come in, and before morning some six or seven hundred of our noble boys were quietly resting upon cots and mattresses, receiving every attention that skillful Surgeons and kind nurses could bestow. They had suffered terribly while in the hands of the enemy. But little attention was paid to their wounds, and day after day they were furnished with no other article of diet but a sort of gruel, made of sour and musty corn meal; occasionally, they had beef soup and with such fare suffering as they were, nearly all were reduced in flesh and strength, so that it was very difficult to recruit them. When our ambulances reached the Hospitals the wounded men were told to get into them, and the prospect of returning to their friends, of receiving care, attention and sympathy and diet that was palatable and invigorating, roused them from their beds of straw and helped them to drag their amanciated bodies to the ambulances. Men with broken limbs assisted each other, and under the excitement nearly all that remained alive under the cruel treatment they had received as prisoners, succeeded in getting into the ambulances. As soon as they reached our lines they were furnished with food and stimulants, and when finally they reached our hospitals every attention was bestowed upon them; but with many, alas! it was too late. Our soldiers who escorted the train, stated that the wounded men as they passed into our lines would ask the first soldier he saw for ‘hard tack,’ and many a poor fellow lay and nibbled upon one for an hour as the train was coming in, declaring it the sweetest food he had ever tasted. Many of our severely wounded, left in the hands of the rebels, had died before our ambulances went out, and a large proportion of those brought in were too much amaciated ever to recover. Perhaps not one out of twenty of the severely wounded survived.

On the 30th of September our brigade was removed from the front line, which it had occupied and constantly worked upon since the night of the 21st, to a position in the edge or outskirts of the city; and from this time the details to work on the fortifications were much lighter, and the men had an opportunity for rest and recreation. On the same day Adjt. Charles E. Waters resigned, having been severely afflicted with “synovetis,” since about the first of February, and being now entirely disabled for any kind of duty in the army. Towards evening a heavy rain set in, (the first that had fallen since the 16th of August,) and continued nearly every day or night for about a month. The weather became cool and the nights chilly and uncomfortable as soon as the rainy season set in, and our men began speedily to build winter quarters. At first materials were quite plenty, for but little restriction was placed over the men, and they first took down the board fences in the city, next to the barns, sheds, stables and outbuildings, and before all could procure lumber most of the unoccupied houses were torn down and converted into shantees of every conceivable description. This destruction of property was necessary, from the fact that our men were scantily supplied with blankets; but few could be procured, and lacking blankets, the men must have huts and houses to shelter them from the pitiless rain, and the pinching cold and chilliness of the nights.

On the 4th of October our regiment was sent out to guard a forage train, and crossing the Tennessee river went up on the opposite side about thirty miles before they were able to find corn to load it. Along Sails Creek they found a small quantity, which they secured, and returned on the 6th to Chattanooga. Three weeks later not a load of forage could be found within fifty miles of Chattanooga on the north side of the Tennessee.

On the 5th, the enemy having got some of their heavy batteries into position on the top and side of Lookout Mountain, opened upon our line south of the city, and threw an occasional shot far above our works, and even into the midst of the besieged army. But the guns were at such an elevation and the distance so great, that there was no certainty in their firing, and very little damage was done, though the artillery practice was continued for weeks.

About this time Gen. Hooker arrived at Bridgeport, with the 11th and 12th Army Corps, numbering about twelve or fifteen thousand men, and commenced moving up the Tennessee valley toward Lookout Mountain. – Day after day we had reports of his movements, and were daily expecting he would make an attack in that quarter, but the reports were almost groundless; it was not until two weeks afterward that he came through the pass at Whiteside and took a position in front of Lookout, which about this time took the name of Manhatchie.

The old army of the Cumberland was now being reorganized. The 20th and 21st corps were united with the 4th and 14th, and Gen. Crittenden and McCook being relieved of their commands, started for Indianapolis, where they were to have an investigation of their allayed misconduct at Chickamauga. The reorganization caused many regiments to move to the right and left, along the line but it was our good fortune to retain our position. The commands of both divisions and brigades remained the same; but the 6th Regiment Ohio Vols. was transferred from our brigade to Gen. Wood’s division, and he 59th, 75th and 80th Ill. Vols., and the 9th and 30th Ind. Vols., were incorporated into the third brigade. – Our position was now in the 3d Brigade, 1st Division, 34th Army Corps.

About the 10th of October we first began to realize that our rations were growing scant. Our division was much more fortunate than most others when the seige began; for as each division had its separate commissary, and ours had been most energetic in bringing forward supplies from Bridgeport; we had more than 40,000 rations on hand when the enemy, by taking possession of Lookout Mountain, closed our direct route to Bridgeport, the base of supplies. Hence, though a considerable part of the army was on half rations almost from the outset, we were not reduced to this extremity until all the supplies on hand were turned in to the post commissary, and all were made to share alike. As early as the 12th, scant half rations were issued, and this was all that could possibly be obtained, for all our supplies were now brought over Waldin’s Ridge by a circuitous route, from Stevenson, Alabama. The enemy had gradually extended their line northward from the western slope of Lookout, until they established an outpost on the river at the Narrows, about four miles north west of Chattanooga. The only route now open to our supply trains was, after crossing the river at Chattanooga, to go about twelve miles nearly due north up the river bottom to Poe’s Tavern, then ascend Waldin’s Ridge, and crossing directly over it to the north west come into the Sequatchie valley at Dunlap; then pass down this valley to the mouth of Battle Creek, and from thence take a direct route to Stevenson, passing about three or four miles to the north of Bridgeport. Thus we had to bring all our supplies over one of the highest and steepest ridges of the Cumberland Mountains, and along the Sequatchie and Tennessee valleys, which the rains had rendered almost impassible, the distance of ninety miles, when in a direct line it was only thirty seven miles from Stevenson to Chattanooga. All the wagon trains of our army were now kept constantly upon the road; but it took a train from fourteen to twenty days to go to and return loaded from Stevenson. – Once an attempt was made to run a section of our division train through the Narrows, on a more direct line, but the enemy’s sharpshooters at the Narrows nearly destroyed it. They let the whole train come quietly into the pass between the river and the mountain, and then commenced shooting down the mules near the front and rear, so that the road was completely blocked at both ends. One driver was killed and three were wounded before they could escape; and probably one forth of the mules of the entire train were shot down before the drivers could cut them loose from the wagons and bring them out. The driver killed was Monroe Harland, of Co. B, 84th Ill. Vols., one of the best soldiers of the regiment, a young man of excellent habits, and fine abilities, and highly respected by his own company and all who knew him. This route being effectually closed, we had the only one above mentioned, and this was daily becoming more difficult, for the rain still continued, and the heavy army wagons cut the roads to pieces whenever they passed. Indeed a good portion of the top of Waldin’s Ridge, as well as the whole breadth of Seqautchie valley became a broad road; for new roads were daily cut or aid out, and trains, to avoid impassable places, turned to the right and left, until the country for miles was marked with wagon tracks. As early as the 14th of October, the whole force hemmed in at Chattanooga, were reduced to less than half rations of pork, hard tack, sugar and coffee, and there were the only articles of diet that could be furnished. Our noble Colonel had directed the writer to buy several boxes of hard bread before rations became so scarce, and these he now ordered issued, and they not a little helped to piece out our scanty allowance. Probably but few men of the regiment ever knew aught of this generous conduct on his part, and we are now most happy to give him publicly the credit he so justly deserved. But the scarcity of rations was not our only source of annoyance. The rebels were constantly sending down rafts of logs to break into our pontoon bridges across the river, and thus cut off our only avenue of supplies. They crossed a large cavalry force both above and below the city, and were constantly harrassing and attacking our trains. The weather was getting now quite cold, and though no wood had been wasted, we had burned up every loose stick of timber, board and log in and about town, and were gradually sweeping off every tree and shrub to and even beyond our picket line. By the 20th rations were still more pinched and scanty, and often when a wagon train came in from Stevenson, a crowd of soldiers were seen to assemble at the storehouse, to pick up every piece of cracker as large as a pea, that dropped while the train was being unloaded, and even hold their hats under the end of the wagon bed to catch the still smaller crumbs that chanced to fall. Yet did they talk of surrender or of being driven from their works? Never. They were resolved to hold the position, and though suffering severely, there was very little repining; and, although Gen. Bragg several times demanded an immediate surrender, they scouted the proposition, and ridiculed the idea of his forcing the remnant of the army of the Cumberland from Chattanooga. The spirit of the army was still unbroken, their resolution unshaken, though famine was now staring them in the face. On the 20th the news was received that Gen. Grant had taken command of the Department, and was already at Nashville. This was hailed with shouts and cheers, long, loud and jubilant. “Gen. Grant always has men enough,” says one. “He’ll hoist Old Bragg off of Lookout,” adds another. “He’ll open a road to Bridgeport, and give us full rations,” says a third hungry soldier; and little else was thought of or talked about during the day. On the same day Gen. Rosecrans started for the North, leaving Gen. Thomas in command of the besieged city.

On the 23d of October, Gen. Grant arrived at Chattanooga, and took command of the army. It was now evident to all that unless some energetic movement was promptly made within a few days, the place with all, its forts and immense triple lines of fortifications, must fall into the hands of the enemy. Gen. Hooker was within seven or eight miles of us; but the enemy were holding a broad, deep river, and a strongly fortified mountain ridge between his valiant little army, and ours reduced first by battle, and since by disease, contracted by reason of scant rations, and a total lack of vegetable diet. Our wagon trains constantly dragged through the deep mud and over mountain ranges were now completely worn out, and hundreds of mules had died all along the road to Stevenson. It is said that enough were killed upon this circuitous route before mentioned, to have made a single line of carcasses touching each other from Chattanooga to Stevenson, but we this this estimate quite too large. It is certain, however, that our means of bringing forward supplies, was greatly lessened and constantly diminishing – and that the army was in imminent danger of being forced from its position by starvation, when Gen. Grant arrived.

The next day our Division, now the 1st, and still commanded by General Palmer, received the order to be ready to march at 2 o’clock A. M. on the morning of the 25th, and before dark all the transportation belonging to the Division was in readiness to cross the river as soon as it was dark. Rations and ammunition were drawn and issued to the men, and all was in readiness to strike tents and leave Chattanooga, as soon as “Reveille” was sounded in the morning.

But before we bid adieu to the beleagurered city, the monotony of camp life was broken by the news of the Ohio election. We had not been able to get newspapers for several days, but this evening they come, containing almost full returns from the election, in which every soldier in the Department had taken an interest, and showed that Brough was elected over Vallandigham, by at least 60,000 majority. As soon as the news was received a loud, long ringing cheer, sounded from one extremity, of camp to the other, along the line of fortifications from the River above to the River below the City, and cheer succeeded cheer for hours; proving most conclusively the depth, fervor and intensity of the joy that dwelt in the hearts of all true soldiers. The rebels got the idea that we were receiving reinforcements; but we had something better than that – a victory had been won – a victory more decisive of the fate of the rebellion than any achieved upon the bloody battle field. Yes, the election extinguished the last lingering hope in the minds of the rebels, that the North was divided and that they would receive assistance from the Northwest. The result of this election proved the North no longer distracted and divided people, but united indissolubly for the suppression of the rebellion, by force of arms. Hence, the result was of more consequence than even the fall of Vicksburg; its moral effect a hundred fold greater.


Withdrawal of Mr. Venable.

A “Feeler” for Prairie City.

            The Journal, last week, contained the card of Mr. Venable, withdrawing from the canvass, as Republican candidate for School Superintendent of this county. It will be remembered this gentleman was nominated in the Republican County Convention, and his withdrawal at this late day in the canvass, smacks of something “out of fix,” so far as their ticket is concerned. It is generally known, we believe, that in the Republican County Convention which put forth the Republican Ticket in this county, that there was some little confusion, as well as disaffection in regard to who should have the nominations for certain offices; and the division of contemplated spoils, infused enough stubborness into that body, to govern the action of the Convention just to suit the notions of certain Republican leaders who live in and about Macomb. We hardly think Mr. Venable was particularly anxious to secure the nomination for School Superintendent; indeed, we might be doing him no more than justice to say that he accepted the nomination only because it was given him. And, now, that he should withdraw under these circumstances, just on the eve of the election, it shows clearly enough to those who will take the trouble to enquire into the facts of the case, that it was found really necessary that he should be withdrawn, and that Prairie City be appeased, if possible, by giving her the name of Prof. Branch upon the ticket. We have no acquaintance with the people of Prairie City, nor with Prof. Branch, but we venture to say that such honey-fuggling in order to catch votes up that way, would be about as bitter a dose for them to swallow as could be manufactured in the city of Macomb. After the leaders have done all in their power to whip the people of Prairie City in Convention, and now, finding that that Township is not willing to “give it up so, Mr. Brown,” these wiseacres about Macomb, concluded that “sweetmeats” and “pea nuts” are necessary in order to settle the disaffection existing thereabouts Any one with a thimble full of brains can easily discover the whole up shot of the business, and we have a better opinion of the independence and manliness of the people in that portion of our county, than to suppose that they can be bought, used and sold in the political market, by any such clap trap and folderol. – Prof. Branch, it will be remembered, was a candidate for the nomination of School Superintendent before the Convention, and his claims were presented by a majority of the delegates from Prairie City Township. It is a fact well known that his claims – as well as the wishes of the people of said Township – were totally ignored on that occasion. But, finding that Prairie City contained too much metal to back down, and came to terms, these Macomb leaders now resort to the very last subterfuge, that of buying their good will by giving them the name of Prof. Branch upon the ticket for School Superintendent. – And this is the way they propose to do the business; this is the modus operandi by which they hope to make the people of Prairie City “come to Limerick.” We venture the assertion, without fear of contradiction that if the leading Republicans had thought they stood a ghost of a chance in the race, they never would have went into the “sugar plum” business with Prairie City.


            Forcing Soldiers Off. – When the Republican County Convention nominated one or two private soldiers upon their ticket, they made considerable ado over it, and claimed it as an evidence that they were the really true and loyal party, and that they felt it a duty they owed the soldier to give a portion of the offices to those who had served their country in the field. The whole thing seems to have been done entirely for effect, and their patriotism on that point seems already to be fast exploding. For three weeks they have been laboring zealously to choke off of the track the two only private soldiers who were nominated upon their ticket, and their efforts have been successful in one instance. Whether they will succeed in forcing the other private soldier off their ticket, remains to be seen. The soldier throughout the county who are being appealed to, to vote that ticket, will readily discover the hypocrisy of the dodge.


            → The Republicans in McDonough county have already got themselves into a “pretty kettle of fish.” They must have been taking physic, judging from the severe manner they have been “worked.” They are really in a dangerous predicament, and unless they take care of themselves, they will be in a bad way on the 7th of November. They are now “drawing” off and “drawing” on, and will doubtless draw down on the 7th of next month. We predict for them a ga-lorious failure. They have got the wrong sow by the ear. Nigger won’t win in this race, and those who claim to be the peculiar champions of that class, should go further South, or emigrate to Africa. When it comes to the test, there will be found but few Republicans in McDonough county who will vote with a party that favors social and political equality with the negro. That is the only live issue and leading republicans dare not deny it. The facts are against them. Therefore, those who are honestly opposed to negro suffrage and negro equality, should vote for me WHO THEY KNOW are opposed to these nefarious dogmas. The Democratic candidates are alone in this race against negro suffrage and negro equality. The Republican candidates, where they have spoken out, have unequivocally declared in favor of these political heresies. They now stand pledged, every one of them in this county, to the principle of negro suffrage. If you are opposed to such privileges being granted to negroes, do not fail to assert your rights at the ballot box, and vote for white men, and WHITE MEN ONLY, to run the machinery of government.


            Thanks. – Our thanks are due Joseph Neff, of Bushnell, for a gallon jar of excellent Sorghum molasses – the best we have ever seen – being clear as strained honey, and very palatable.


            The weather has been quite cool in this region for the past few days, and old Jack Frost has paid us several visits. Everybody should look well to their flues and chimneys, to prevent accidents from fire.


            “But before we bid adieu to the beleagurered city, the monotony of camp life was broken by the news of the Ohio election. We had not been able to get newspapers for several days, but this evening they come, containing almost full returns from the election, in which every soldier in the Department had taken an interest, and showed that Brough was elected over Vallandigham, by at least 60,000 majority. As soon as the news was received a loud, long ringing cheer, sounded from one extremity, of camp to the other, along the line of fortifications from the River above to the River below the City, and cheer succeeded cheer for hours; proving most conclusively the depth, fervor and intensity of the joy that dwelt in the hearts of all true soldiers. The rebels got the idea that we were receiving reinforcements; but we had something better than that – a victory had been won – a victory more decisive of the fate of the rebellion than any achieved upon the bloody battle field. Yes, the election extinguished the last lingering hope in the minds of the rebels, that the North was divided and that they would receive assistance from the Northwest. The result of this election proved the North no longer distracted and divided people, but united indissolubly for the suppression of the rebellion, by force of arms. Hence, the result was of more consequence than even the fall of Vicksburg; its moral effect a hundred fold greater.” – Simmons’ History of the 84th, October 28th.

The above seems to form a part of the History of the 84th, as written by Mr. Simmons, but, for the life of us, we cannot see that it has any particular connection with that gallant Regiment. For the first time, we are now to understand that Ohio politics are to be dragged into this history, although it does not seem that such questions really belong to the History of the 84th. Persons who read this History, read it not for politics, but to learn as near as possible, the part that the 84th took in subduing the rebellion. Were it not on the eve of the election, (and were he not a candidate,) we are quite certain he – the aforesaid Mr. Simmons – would not have afforded our readers so much light on the subject of Ohio politics. More than this, we desire now to say, that we understood from a reliable source three weeks ago, that Mr. Simmons was boasting about the town that he intended to wedge into his History a “bomshell” on politics. The above, we presume, is his Torpedo, but if it has exploded, we know of no one who has been seriously hurt by it. We desire to publish the History of the 84th, but in doing so, we much prefer that the writer thereof should confine himself to military operations, and not to politics in the State of Ohio, or the predilictions of the ‘Dutch in Holland.’ These are subjects which hardly belong to it. We shall, however, not garble any part of the “history,” but will publish it just as he writes it; and in the event that he undertakes to “electioneer” for himself, or make an unnecessary display in order to catch votes, we shall attend to him in a different way. We will take the liberty of citicising his writings, in our columns, just the same as we would the writings of any other ‘historian.’ We desire that he shall stick to his text, and when he fails to do so, we will be on hand to show him that “the way of the transgressor is hard.”

It will be observed that Mr. Simmons says that the soldiers “rejoiced long and loud” upon the receipt of the news that Brough had beaten Vallandigham in Ohio by 60,000 majority. Well, so far as this is is concerned, we know no man who should regret the defeat of Vallandigham as much as Mr. Simmons himself, as they both, from what we can learn, occupied about the same position in 1861.

If the soldiers don’t like the principles advocated by Vallandigham, they certainly will object to the same doctrine, when promulgated by Mr. Simmons at Middletown, and they will, doubtless, look around considerably before voting for Simmons. Now, we know but little about Mr. Vallandigham; but from what we have seen in the “loyal” papers, he was “opposed to the war, and made speeches against it.” – The loyal Journal last week, says Mr. Simmons – the immaculate – “opposed the WAR, and made speeches against it.” – From this it will be seen, that both Simmons and Vallandigham did occupy the same position, and did actually advocate the same principles. And yet Mr. Simmons now says the soldiers at Chattanooga rejoiced “long and loud” upon the receipt of the news of the defeat of Vallandigham. If this be true, the soldiers will certainly “rejoice long and loud” upon the receipt of the news of Simmons defeat. What is “sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander.” We hope the soldiers who don’t like Vallandigham, will vote against his right hand bower, who is ow the LOYAL candidate for Judge in this county.


The Whitewashed Man.

The Journal Caves in on Mr. Simmons.

            The whitewashing process was largely indulged in by the Journal last week, in order to smear over and cover up the black spots and dingy cobwebs in the political character of Mr. Simmons, the Republican candidate for County Judge. The Journal “speaks out in meetin’,” and says that at one time Mr. Simmons did “oppose the war, and speak against it.” We admire the candor of the Journal in thus acknowledging the chameleon-like rapidity by which the Republican party can change the spots upon the leopard’s back; and when there seems to be spots a little too dark for party expediency, it must be a very pleasant business, to engage in the laudable enterprise of whitewashing the most damaging traits. The Journal man seems to be a very expert hand with the white wash brush, and we are led irresistably to the conclusion, that he must have had some little experience in that profession. He, however, fails to retract any portion of the article which appeared in his editorial columns in 1861, in relation to Mr. Simmons, his Middleton speech, and Tinsley’s negro engineer, and therefore, we presume, the charges therein made, against the Republican candidate for Judge, are to be considered as fully affirmed in the year of our Lord, 1865, and by the same paper which now yields to him (Simmons) is support. This, indeed, must be very humiliating to the Journal man, as he is said to be a very consciencious (?) and independent (?) sort of fellow, and who, if report be true, cannot swallow his own pent up spleen without considerable compunction of conscience.

He may wash, he may wipe, he may rub,
But Simmons will be Simmons, and it’s no use to scrub.

We trust our neighbor will pursue his chosen avocation of “whitewashing.” – From the signs of the times there seems to be a fine field of labor before him. He will have but few idle moments if he undertakes to make a good job of the Simmons-Middletown negro Engineer embroglio. It will prove rather unprofitable employment on the 7th of November.


            Military. – The 17th Illinois regiment at Lawrence, Kansas, positively refused on the 24th ult, to obey an order to cross the Plains, and manifested quite a disposition to fight it out on that line. Troops were sent for to Leavenworth, and upon their arrival, by the use of some strategy, the camp of the mutineers was surrounded, and they were taken in. The greater portion of them subsequently agreed to obey orders, but about forty, obstinate still, refused and were marched to the guardhouse.


            New Marble Hall. – Messrs. Worden & Jackson have recently opened a Marble Hall, in the Campbell Corner, where they are prepared to execute the very best and latest styles of Grave and Ornamental Tomb Stones. Their stock of Marble is now complete, and those who may wish anything in their line, should call and examine their work.


            Lost. – On Monday afternoon, between the Square and the Parkinson farm, a large Saddle Blanket – color, grayish white – and marked “U.S.” The finder will be suitably rewarded by returning it to F.O. Lipe or N. Abbott.

October 27, 1865

Macomb Journal


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




            During our trip from Louisville to Nashville there was a little episode in the history of our regiment that will bear attention. – We were still under command of Captain Gilbert, who was now acting Brigadier General, and wearing the insignia of that office, having latterly doffed the attire of a Major-General, and very modestly assuming to be only a Brigadier. After the regiment had embarked on board the steamer at Louisville, but before leaving the city, an order was read to our Colonel requiring him to carefully search the boat and if any negroes were found on board to have them removed before the boat should start. There were some three or four blacks who had followed our regiment, and were secreted away on board the boat, anxious to join their fortunes with us in the great struggle which they hoped would result in their freedom. Our black boy, John, who has been mentioned in previous chapters, was on board. He was a valuable piece of property, and there were some man-hunters about Louisville who had scented him, and they were keen to get him into their clutches that they might restore him to his disconsolate owner. The aid of their sympathizing friend, Captain Gilbert, had been called in, and the order to Colonel Benneson was supposed to be the result of their solicitations. Col. Benneson received the order, and as soon as he comprehended the order his Irish was up. He positively and emphatically refused to obey any such order. He said he was not a nigger thief, neither was he a nigger-hunter. If they wanted a man to hunt and search for niggers, they must call upon somebody besides him. The man who brought this order was a Captain Stacey, Adjutant on Gilbert’s staff. He appeared much indignant at the tone of Col. Benneson, and packed up his papers and went off to report “insubordination” to his superior, Captain Gilbert. The result was that the next day the Colonel was placed under arrest, and the command then devolved upon Lt. Col. Van Vleck. The black boy John remained on the boat until we reached Fort Donaldson, where he joined the 83d regiment in the capacity of a cook.

Upon leaving Nashville our regiment took the Franklin pike and moved out about four miles, where it was ordered to camp. A splendid piece of ground was selected on the right of the pike, adjacent to some large and magnificent dwellings. – Here we pitched tents, supposing that we would remain for some time preparatory to organizing and disciplining the vast body of troops that were now daily arriving to reinforce the army of the Cumberland under Gen. Rosecrans. Our officers were indulging the hope that some new organization would bring them under the command of some other person than Captain Gilbert. – But they were at that time disappointed. – We remained but two days at this place when we were ordered on to Franklin.

It was the morning of February 12th that we started on our march for Franklin. It was only 15 miles distant, but at that time, with our little experience in war, it was to us a weary march. There were several other regiments which moved with us, among them the 121st, 113th and 98th Ohio regiments, which afterwards were brigaded with our regiment. On our march to Franklin we met a number of Union citizens of that place who were fleeing toward Nashville to escape the rebel conscription. They informed us that the place had been occupied for several weeks by a division of our troops under Gen. Jeff. C. Davis, but he had that morning evacuated the town, moving toward Murfreesboro. Upon learning that our destination was Franklin, these citizens were greatly rejoiced, and accordingly returned with us. As we neared Franklin we met more citizens who informed us that the rebels had come in and that they occupied the town. An advance guard was sent out who boldly marched into town, and had the pleasure of sending a few shots at about fifty or sixty retreating rebels upon horse back.

The town of Franklin was the county seat of Williamson county. Before the war it probably contained some two or three thousand inhabitants, and was really a thriving, beautiful town. The railroad from Nashville to Decatur, Alabama, passes through the place. A stream called the Little Harpeth runs immediately north of the town in a southerly direction. One regiment was sent over to occupy the town, while the other regiments found camping ground on the north side of the Little Harpeth.

From the 12th of February to the 23rd day of June our regiment remained in the vicinity of Franklin. There was a force of rebels under Van Dorn at a place called Spring Hill, about six or eight miles south of us. During the time of our stay at Franklin we had considerable fighting and skirmishing with small bodies of rebels who would occasionally come dashing upon the town as though they would frighten us away by their boldness. I remember one of these occasions when about thirty or forty rebel cavalrymen dashed upon the town, passed our pickets and went clattering through the streets. The blue coats were strolling about here and there perfectly unaware of such strange visitors. The rebels rode about halting every Yankee they could find, as though they meant to occupy and hold the place. Our men appeared stunned at first by their audacity, but soon realizing the situation of things the pickets began to close in upon the Johnny rebs, and the guns began to pop, and every pop brought a rebel to the ground. Not one of that reckless band of Union destroyers were saved. About ten or twelve were killed, some six or eight were wounded, and the remainder were taken prisoners. At this time I had been over into the town, and had but just crossed the bridge over the Little Harpeth on the north side when the rebs came dashing into the town on the south side. There was a sentinel at the bridge whose attention had been called to some unusual movement of our pickets at a point which was visible southeast of the town about a mile distant. After a few moments he spied an officer who been over to the town who was now walking leisurely back again, and was on the road about twenty rods south of the bridge. One of those rebs rode with great speed toward him, and the officer halted. – In a moment he was observed to unbuckle his pistol and sword and hand it up to the man on horseback. But this time there were some ten or a dozen soldiers at the bridge observing these peculiar movements. At length the sentinel at the bridge exclaimed – “It’s a rebel, by – Jupiter,” and instantly his gun was to his shoulder, and taking steady aim he pulled the trigger, and the rebel fell from his horse mortally wounded. The officer then gathered up his pistol and sword and took possession of a captured horse. The rebel died the next day of his wound.

As I have undertaken to write my own observations and experiences the reader must indulge me in that which may seem very personal to myself. I have before remarked that upon the organization of the regiment at Quincy I was appointed a sergeant. I was afterward mustered and paid as a sergeant. I continued to perform the duties of that position until our arrival in Louisville. One day I received a summons that my presence was required at the Head Quarters of the regiment. I obeyed the summons, and upon being ushered into the presence of the Colonel I was informed that hereafter my services would be required at Headquarters as the private Secretary or clerk of the Colonel, at a slight advance of pay. I obeyed my instructions and was thereafter reported as on extra daily duty. I soon after discovered that my name had been erased as a sergeant and placed upon the roll as a private. This was done without any reduction by court-martial or any special order in reference to the matter. I continued at Head Quarters until our arrival at Franklin. The Colonel really did not need a clerk. For days together I had no duties to perform, and when I saw my companions busy at drilling, working upon fortifications, doing guard duty and picket, I felt ashamed of myself, as I thought I ought to bear my share of their burdens. After our arrival at Franklin, Col. Benneson still being relieved of command, and nothing for me to do at Head Quarters, I resolved to ask to be relieved at Head Quarters and to report to one of the companies for duty. My own company (C) was at this time paroled prisoners at Benton Barracks, Mo., and I was temporarily attached to Co. D. I made known my desire to certain officers when I was told they had other duties they wished me to attend to. Our mail arrangements of late had been very irregular, and upon the application of a number of officers, I was detailed as regimental postmaster. The next day I was appointed brigade postmaster. I soon discovered that no arrangements whatever for the transportation of the mail existed between Nashville and Franklin. We had at headquarters a splendid little riding pony that had been captured from some of Morgan’s men in Kentucky by a negro, and presented to Co. D, which company had turned it over to the regiment. – The negro captured it in this way. There came to his house six rebels, all well mounted. They tied their horses near, and came into the house to get something to eat. The negro spread before them such as he had, and invited them to wash it down with a little corn whiskey, which he furnished them. In a little while they were all jolly drunk, and in a little while longer they were all fast asleep upon the floor. The negro after dark sent a trusty emissary to report particulars to Co. D, three miles distant, which company was then guarding a railroad bridge near Boston, Ky. The Captain of Co. D could no nothing in the premises, as he was under orders not to go himself, or to permit others to go, over three hundred yards from the stockade. The negro returned and took three of the horses on his own responsibility and brought them to the company. This little riding pony was one of the captured animals. It was turned over to me, or rather loaned to me, for my use in carrying the mails. The next day after my appointment as brigade postmaster I bought out to Franklin two large sacks of mail which had been accumulating at Nashville for three weeks. From that day to the end of March, while I had charge of the mail transportation, the brigade never failed a single day to receive its mail. On some occasions I was obliged to swim my horse over swollen creeks in order to make the trip.

To Be Continued.


Taxing Bonds.

            The Eagle and the Bushnell Press have been having some controversy respecting the policy of taxing United States Bonds. The Eagle, of course, favors the taxation of the bonds. That is now considered sound democratic doctrine. Although it is clearly unconstitutional to make a law impairing existing contracts, and although it has been decided by the Supreme Court of the United States that it is repugnant to the Constitution to lay a tax on Government bonds, still the Eagle thinks there is some political capital to be made in appealing to the prejudices of the poor against the rich. The Eagle does not defend the policy of taxing the bonds with any show of argument. – It is the merest twaddle. It is a big talk about sheep being taxed, then the wool on the sheep, and cow being [fold] and then the butter, and so on. All that may be true, but it don’t explain away the fact that the nation has made a fair and honest bargain with the holders of the bonds, and that the faith of the nation is pledged to the fulfillment of its contracts.

The Press handles the subject with marked ability, and gives the Eagle some home thrusts that strike deep.

All this Democratic or Copperhead palaver about taxing United States bonds proves this fact. They feel annoyed that there were men, who, when the Government was in peril, stepped forward and loaned the Government money. They did all they could do to ruin the credit of the Government, and they feel themselves the natural enemies of those who stepped forward to sustain the Government with money, and hence they raise an outcry against these men. Perfectly natural that they should. They would go further – they would repudiate the bonds if they had the power. But thanks to the loyal millions they won’t get that power in this generation.


            The Buzzard says that when people read our columns they are reminded of a bad odor. Of course, whenever we speak of the Buzzard it does remind one of a bad odor.


            → Our neighbor across the square says that Buzzards have no use for us. We guess so, too.


A “Salient Point.”

            When the Government proposed to issue greenbacks the Democracy of Emmett township protested, and at one of their meetings passed the following –

That we are opposed to all banking systems except specie currency, and further that we take no currency in exchange for our labor or produce except gold and silver.

Those same Democrats now shake hands with soldiers, and are as keen after greenbacks as a hungry dog is for meat. At the same rate of progress they will be soliciting niggers for votes, and running them for office before the next Presidential election.


            → Our neighbor over the way, speaking of Buzzards, says –

“It is the nature of that class of birds to live and feast upon carrion.”

Just so. Your sheet taught us that long ago.


            → The Buzard calls this paper a “smut machine.” That’s because we turn out a clean grist. The Buzzard grinds on, smut, filth, carrion and all.


Another “Salient Point.”

            We were looking over some old files of newspapers a day or two since, which were published while our brave soldiers were absent fighting the rebellion, and we discovered a number of “salient points,” that, in the light of present events, have a peculiar interest. We saw in one paper a letter published from a copperhead in this congressional district to a soldier in the 16th Ill. regiment, advising him to desert and come home. The following is an extract:

Richard take a fools advice and come home if you have to desert, you will be protected – the people are so enraged that you need not be alarmed if you hear of the whole of the Northwest killing off the abolitionists.

It appears that the soldiers of the 16th were justly indignant at such attempts to breed discontent in the army. They had been watching the course of these copperheads, and occasionally they looked into the columns of the Macomb Eagle, the organ of the Democratic part in this county. There they found, instead of words of encouragement for the noble soldiers who were periling life, health, and all they held dear, to uphold the cause of their country, instead of finding one word of praise or comfort for them, they found nothing but the breathings of treason, hate, malignity, and vile abuse of the administration and its supporters. No wonder that the soldiers were fired with indignation. No wonder that they should pass resolutions like the following:

WHEREAS, The Copperheads of Illinois are using their utmost endeavors to create a civil war at home, and weaken the arm of the National Government in its efforts to crush the hellish rebellion; and

WHEREAS, The Macomb Eagle, as the organ of the double-dyed, hydra-headed traitors, having sold itself to treason, is attempting to demoralize the army, corrupt the people in their loyalty, and by its low, filthy, contemptible publications, its perversions of facts, and the use of FORGED letters from the army, encouraging treason abroad and civil discord at home; therefore, be it

RESOLVED, by the Officers, non-commissioned Officers and Privates of Co. A, 16th Reg’t Ills. Vol., That NELSON ABBOTT, editor of the Macomb Eagle, his supporters and compeers in treason, should be notified to leave the State in twenty-four hours, and in case of their non-compliance with the request, they should have their ears cropped, branded in the forehead with the letter T and be sent outside the Federal lines, to feed upon the cold charities of the kingdom of King Jeff the 1st.

RESOLVED, That the loyal people of McDonough county are not doing themselves, the country, or the cause in which we are engaged, justice by permitting the publication of so foul a sheet as the Macomb Eagle in their county, and they would be justified by using ANY means in their power to wipe out this foul stain upon humanity from their midst.

These resolutions were signed by every member of Co. A then present with the regiment. And after getting the above kick from the soldiers, the same organ turns around and says “Welcome, brave soldiers, sun-browned heroes, you have fought in a noble cause, and won imperishable honors.” These copperheads add insult to injury. – They deserve the everlasting hate and contempt of all true soldiers. Their words of praise came too late. They are false, deceitful and hypocritical.



A few “Salient Points” of the Campaign!

The Democratic Organ Favors Recognition
of the Southern Confederacy.

The “Organ” Advises Democrats to stay at home and let
Abolitionists for the Fighting.

Copperhead Meetings Endorse the “Organ.”

Copperhead Meetings Endorse Vallandigham.

Copperheads Endorse the Rebel Breckenridge.

Copperheads oppose the War!

They Fear that the South will
become Exasperated.

            As the Democratic party now claims most of the credit of putting down the rebellion, we do not think it amiss to remind them of the manner in which they assisted in this work. Their record is not forgotten. They wrote it down themselves in black and white. We could fill volumes with extracts from Democratic organs and resolutions from Democratic meetings all over this state, and indeed of other states, all condemning the war as unconstitutional, wicked and unjust, and advising resistance to the draft, encouraging riots, desertions, &c. Now isn’t it refreshingly cool for a party with such a record as this to nominate Union soldiers, praise their patriotic deeds in political platforms, and put forward a very pretentious claim to the glory of crushing the rebellion?

Such unblushing impudence is without a parallel in the history of politics. It is as if the Tories of the Revolution had assumed to be the authors of American Independence. A sentiment of shame should fill the minds of our Democratic leaders instead of boastful pretense.

But to the record.

The Macomb Eagle, the organ of the Democratic party in this county, which now boasts that Democrats fought in the war, thus advised Democrats before the war.

It is evident that the incoming administration is for war – war against our own people – war against our blood and kindred. There will be a call for volunteers. Those who, by their votes and speeches, and otherwise have aided the work of COMPELLING the South into rebellion, should have the glory of imbuing their hands in their kindred’s blood. *     *              *              *              *                If war does come it will not be the fault of any Democrat. Let those who shall cause it fight it out. LET DEMOCRATS CULTIVATE THEIR FIELDS, WORK AT THEIR BENCHES, AND PURSUE THEIR USUAL BUSINESS. Let them raise the corn and hogs and make up the goods to clothe the abolition fanatics who want to carry out Lincoln’s doctrine of making the [fold] do the volunteering and be the subjects of drafting. Democrats can be engaged in better business than shooting their neighbors.

When the Southern States seceded and set up a pretended government of their own, in opposition to the just and rightful authority of the Federal Government, the Macomb Eagle, the organ of the Democratic party in this county, took up the cause of the secessionists, justified their course, and recognized their independence. When President Lincoln sought to send provisions to the starving garrison at Fort Sumter, the Macomb Eagle denied his right so to do, claiming that those forts were in the territory of “another nation.” In its issue of April 18th, 1861, it boldly published the following treasonable language:

If the administration wants to hold those forts, it wants to do it for the purpose of AGGRESSIVE measures against the Confederate States; it wants them as a basis of operations, from whence are to issue armies for the CONQUEST of an INDEPENDENT NATION, and to reduce a free people to the condition of vassals and serfs. The pretext that hostilities will be commenced by the South is so shallow and frivolous that it is almost incredulous.

Thus did the Democratic organ preach treason. Thus did it endeavor to inculcate in the minds of the people the abominable fallacy that secession was valid, final and irrevocable. We ask the candid and honest-minded reader to read carefully the above extract, and then ask himself if he can believe that such language was ever written with any other intent than to aid the cause of secession. More treasonable language was never found in the columns of the Richmond Enquirer, or Charleston Mercury.

But this is not all. In that same paper, the Macomb Eagle, which was then, and is now, the recognized organ of the Democratic party of this county, in the issue of April 18th, 1861, at the very time that the rebels of Charleston were canonading Fort Sumter, published the following, which appeared as editorial, and which a month or two afterward was re-affirmed as the sentiments of that organ:

We repeat that the administration has no PRACTICAL use for Sumter or Pickens, except as a standing menace and defiance to ANOTHER POWER, and the attempted reinforcement of those fortresses, after the repeated declarations of the Confederate States that such reinforcement would be resisted to the last extremity, and be regarded in no other light than as a willful and deliberate intention on the part of Lincoln and his abolition advisers to wage a war of aggression, of conquest, of subjugation, against those States. If he does not wish to do this, there can be NO DISHONOR IN RECOGNIZING THE INDEPENDENCE OF THE CONFEDERATE STATES, or at least in exhausting all peaceable negotiation.

Here we find the “organ” not only affirming that the Confederate States was “another power,” and that the United States had no use for Forts Sumter and Pickens, but it was urging President Lincoln to recognize the INDEPENDENCE of the Confederate States. Was this Union doctrine? Could this organ be counted as for the Government and against traitors, when it contained such language as this? Can Morris Chase, a Union soldier, who is now the candidate of this organ for County Clerk, read the above and not feel his face tingle with shame at the company he is in? Senator Douglas, in a public speech made about the same time that the abve appeared in the Eagle, remarked that there could then be but two parties – patriots and traitors. To which party did the Eagle belong?

But the record is not yet complete. So earnest was the Eagle to imbue the public mind against the Federal Government, and in favor of the cause of the South, that it likened the Southern traitors to the patriots of the Revolution, and characterized the supporters of the Government as Tories. – Read its traitorous and insulting language:

The whole conduct of the administration is brimfull of taunts and menaces toward the South – insulting and spurning them – and defying the Confederate States to help themselves. It is pursuing the same policy toward the Confederates that the British crown pursued toward the Colonies.

Can our soldiers read the above extract and not feel their blood boil with indignation, when they are thus compared to the Tories of the Revolution? There is not a Union soldier in the land but who despises and denounces the insults and oppressions which the British Government heaped upon our patriotic fathers, and they glory in the act of our fathers in shaking off the despotism of that government. But here is the Macomb Eagle, the organ of the Democratic party in McDonough county, arguing up the cause of the South, and teaching them that they were as fully justified in resisting the Federal Government as ever our fathers were in resisting the oppressions of the British Government. And yet that same organ now affects to rejoice over the rebellion subdued, and has words of praise for the Union soldiers who fought against these “Confederate States,” who, in the estimation of the Eagle, were only imitating the worthy example of our patriotic fathers. – Can meanness, duplicity, and hypocrisy go further?

But that paper went still farther in its efforts to sustain the Southern cause. Having recognized the independence of the South, it then assumed that every endeavor of our government to maintain its authority in the seceding states was an outrage, a wrong, a usurpation. It contended that our government had no right to send a soldier across the line that the South had set up for its boundary, and for our Govern- to do so was a declaration of war against “another nation.” Here is its own language:

The continued possession of forts, and the maintaining of armies in the territory of ANOTHER NATION, is tantamount to a declaration of war.

Mark the language! “Maintaining armies in the territory of another nation.” – Could men who would write or endorse such language as that look with favor upon the soldiers composing such an army? Is it at all likely that men who regarded such an army as invading “a free and independent nation” to reduce the people thereof to the condition of “vassals and serfs” have any love for the men who would voluntarily become soldiers in such an army?

[Fold] the sentiments of a single individual – the wild ravings of a vindictive secessionist, for which the Democratic party was not responsible. We would be glad to accept such a conclusion, but the facts are otherwise. All over the county, meetings were held by the Democracy. A few weeks after the above extracts appeared in the Eagle, they endorsed that paper as follows:

In Hire township –

“That we heartily recommend the Macomb Eagle as a bold and independent Democratic journal, and well worthy the support of the Democratic party of McDonough county.

In Industry township –

That we cordially commend the Macomb Eagle for its bold and independent course as a Democratic journal, and as such consider it entitled to the support of good and true Democrats, and as many of our Republican friends as may prefer it to the little Tribune.

In Chalmers –

That we heartily recommend the Macomb Eagle as a bold, independent, and Democratic journal, and as such entitled to the support of every true Democrat and patriot.

As though the endorsement of the Eagle was not enough these Democratic meetings went still further and denounced the war as “wicked, inhuman, unjust and unconstitutional. – In Emmet they resolved:

We believe that the present war inaugurated by Abraham Lincoln is unnatural, unconstitutional, and unjust, and that the liberties of our people and nation are endangered thereby.

In Blandinville they resolved

That we are opposed to the present war policy; that we sincerely believe that its results will be to drive the remaining slave States from the Union, exasperate the whole South, consolidate their Confederacy, bankrupt the North, and render a reunion impossible that as the Union was made in peace it should be preserved in peace, and can never be by force of arms.

In Bethel they resolved

That the present civil war which Abraham Lincoln is waging upon Sovereign States is alike unconstitutional, inhuman and unjust.

In other townships they passed similar resolutions. But not content with this black record of treason, they passed resolutions endorsing the rebel Breckinridge and Vallandigham.

In one or two townships they passed resolutions in effect declaring our soldiers to be murderers. Here is one of them, passed at a Democratic meeting in Tennessee township, held August 17, 1861:

Resolved, That the taking of human life under the frivolous pretext of war, before all reasonable means have been resorted to which human wisdom can invent to avert the evil, and before congress has made a declaration of war in a legal and constitutional manner, is as unjustifiable as the taking of life contrary to civil law.

Let it be borne in mind that all this record was made before the issuing of the Emancipation proclamation – before negroes had been employed in the service – before the confiscation and conscription acts were passed. It is a vile, black record of treason – bold outspoken treason – made by the very men who now claim a share in the glory of subduing the rebellion, who claim to have been Union men, and in favor of the war all along, who claim to be soldiers friends, and even nominate one of the number upon their ticket. Let every soldier read their record and contrast it it with their present professions. Their record is infamous – their principles were treasonable – their sins are unrepented of – their friendship is false – they deserve the scorn and contempt of every true and loyal citizen.


Big Thing! Great Puff! Demo-
cratic Party Still Alive!!!
Three Soldiers found to
vote the Ticket!!

            The Democratic party of this county is encouraged. It hopes are revived. Its prospects brighten. There is joy among them. They have actually found three soldiers who will vote their ticket. Sound the hew-gag! Beat the trombone! Proclaim the tidings! Democracy is not dead yet! The carcass still kicks. Read the proof! Here is the “certificate” published in last week’s Eagle:

Mr. Editor: – We, the undersigned, while at home in Industry Township in the Spring of 1864, voted the Democratic ticket, as we supposed we had a right to do – our judgement led us to that course. We had volunteered in the summer of A. D. 1861, and were then home on furlough, and for having so voted the Editor of the Macomb Journal published us as returned veteran soldiers of Industry, disgracing ourselves by having voted the “traitor ticket.” Now Mr. Editor, if to vote the Democratic ticket makes traitors of us, we plead guilty to the charge, and glory in our treason; and we will further say that we are now at home again, and if our lives be spared until the November election, we will again vote the Democratic ticket, the white man’s ticket, and no man but a cowardly, lying puppy will charge us with treason. We are for a government controlled by white men, and so is the Democratic party; therefore we vote the white ticket.


            Big Ingen! Heap o’me! Go way black men – we is white folks.


Cheap Lumber.

Bartleson, at the Lumber Yard, southeast corner of the square, is still selling all kinds of lumber at reasonable prices. – His stock embraces all varieties, is well seasoned, and as cheap as the cheapest.


            → Go to George Bailey’s if you want to see the newest styles and most fashionable cloaks in town. He has just received them from headquarters, New York, and from the most fashionable cloak emporium in the United States.


            Sewing Machine. – We call attention of persons wishing employment, to the advertisement of E. E. Lockwood, in our to-day’s paper.


            → It should be the aim of the purchaser of woolen goods to buy those that are free of waste, sham or shoddy.

There is money saved in buying goods of those who do not patronize middle men, but buy directly from the manufacturer.

Venable, at his old Stand North side of the Square, Macomb, Ill., buys directly from the manufacturer. He pledges his patrons that he will sell more goods of 1st Class Stock than any other house in the county.

He is still in the market, ready to purchase home-knit socks and home-made yarn. If you want Flannels, Jeans, Satinetts, Cassimeres, Blankets, Coverlets, Stocking-yarn, Horsiery, Carpet chain, or fancy yarns, be sure and give him a call before purchasing elsewhere.


Another Accident.

A little son of Charles Laird, about 10 years of age, living near Colchester, fell from a wagon on Monday last, and the wheels passing over him injured him so badly as to render recovery doubtful.


Serious Accident.

A boy about 13 years of age, named Alfred Osborn, living with Barnet Standard about three miles from Industry, fell under a wagon on Tuesday morning last and had his leg below the knee so terribly crushed that it was thought amputation would be necessary. Dr. Creel, of Industry, was called to attend the case.


Are You Insured?

We would call the attention of our readers to the card of Mr. T. Winslow, to be found in our advertising columns. The Dr. represents some of the best companies in the country, and any one wishing insurance, either on life or property, will do well to give him a call, particularly as the season is at hand when fires are most frequent.


            A villainous, lying traitor is writing for the Macomb Eagle over the signature of “Veritas.” The following is his style:

“Whenever they found a negro in the rebel states he was asked no questions, but drove up, dressed in blue, and put to drilling, and to make his volition compete he was surrounded by bayonets – he was a volunteer.”

It’s a lie, every word of it.


            The quill driver of the Smut Machine seems to have a great aversion to Buzzards. – Buzzard.

What decent man don’t, pray?

October 21, 1865

Macomb Eagle




            We have dwelt at considerable length upon the general features of this marvelously terrific battle, and now we would briefly call attention to the part our noble regiment took in the dreadfully sanguinary conflict.

On Saturday they were upon the skirmish line when the reconnaissance was made by the 3d brigade, as already mentioned. From this dangerous position they came back in fine order, and it was not until Palmer’s division was moved to the left that they were brought into action. From this time until dark they were in the thickest of the fight, and lost heavily. During the night they were moved still further to the right; and at daylight on Sunday morning were nearly in the center of Thomas’ corps. It was here that Col. Waters made the first start toward building breastworks, and within an hour our regiment had brought together such a mass of logs, rails and rocks that they had ample protection from the severest musketry that could have been brought to bear upon them. Only an hour or so after completing this work were the men who had built it permitted to occupy it. The third brigade was ordered to the extreme left; and while moving by the flank to gain this position were brought under a heavy fire from the concealed enemy. Soon the fire became so terribly severe that the brigade was ordered to retreat, and in so doing passed through a dense undergrowth – in some places a perfect thicket; and being hurled back in confusion our regiment, as well as most others of the brigade, was considerably scattered. The thickets and ravines broke it into three pieces, which were separated during the remainder of the day. Perhaps half the regiment kept their eyes upon the Colonel, and rallied the moment he considered it practicable and ordered them to form in line. – More than two whole companies were collected by Captain Ervin, who succeeded in bringing them to the main body of the brigade; and a third portion from the right of the regiment, unable to find where the remainder of the regiment had gone, were formed in line and commanded by Capt. Higgins, who had been able to hold his company together during the retreat. But although separated, no part of the regiment remained idle until after the sun had set. Colonel Waters not only had a part of the regiment, but collected hundreds of men who were lost from their commands, and with this force, sometimes amounting to almost a brigade, was constantly employed, and did some terribly hard fighting. Capt. Erwin’s small battalion was likewise increased rather than diminished, and held position after position with such indomitable pertinacity, that the Brigade commander could not refrain from giving him a well merited compliment in his report of the battle. This portion of the regiment justly deserves the credit of holding the enemy in check longer than any part of the division with which they were fighting; and it cannot be disputed that they were the last to leave the field when the brigade was ordered back to the foot of Missionary Ridge late in the evening. Nor was Capt. Higgins with his section of the regiment less busily employed. For a time he attached his command to the 15th Kentucky Vols., and when this regiment was scattered like sparks from the blacksmith’s anvil by one of those frenzied charges so frequently made during this bloody contest, he rallied his companies a short distance to the rear, and with them so many others from a score of shattered regiments that he had more than a full sized regiment with which to help in resisting the heavily surging waves of troops, that time and again dashed upon our lines during this day of fearful carnage and slaughter. At night the regiment was again united, and strange to say, each portion was surprised to find that the others had not been wholly taken prisoners. It was at this time impossible to ascertain what our loss had been during the day, and not until the army had fallen back, and commenced fortifying Chattanooga could a reliable report of the killed, wounded and missing be made out. The writer, during the week succeeding the battle, was able to sum up the loss as follows:

Killed upon the field,………………………..12
Severely wounded,…………………………..85

Besides the wounded above named there were at least fifty who were so slightly wounded that they refused to go to hospital, and the most of them were very unwilling that their names should appear upon the list of wounded sent home for publication, realizing the anxiety it would occasion their friends and kindred. Many of our severely wounded had been necessarily left in the hands of the enemy, and a few we were certain had been taken prisoners. Lieut. Col. Morton, at the time on duty on Gen. Palmer’s staff, was missing and his fate unknown until weeks afterward had was heard from, an inmate of Libby Prison. – Our loss as a regiment had again been severe, though not as fearful as we had met with at Stone River; many of our bravest men had gone down amid the furious din of battle and breathed out their noble lives upon the bloody field, while the leaden rain and iron hail was sweeping down the hosts that were charging over them; many had been so seriously wounded that there was scarcely ground for hope of their recovery, or if they did survive, that they would ever again be able to fill their places in our thinned and now twice decimated ranks. Capt. Adams, a man of the most unflinching integrity and sterling worth, of purest morals and most inflexible courage, whose previous life had been resplendent with many virtues, and who was respected, admired and beloved by the whole regiment, had been shot through the body on the first day, and died ere the battle was renewed on Sunday morning, after suffering the most excruciating agony. The fall of many noble ones had [?] the regiment, but none was more generally or sincerely lamented than Capt. Adams. For the loss of many noble comrades were we called to mourn, but we cannot at the time particularize. This chapter is already much too long. We cannot close it without mentioning the fact that at the close of this great battle we had the pleasure of meeting with the 78th Reg. Ill. Vols., which we had not seen since we left Lousiville, Ky., nearly a year before. They had escaped the carnage and slaughter of Stone River, and though brought into the fight at Chickamauga at a late hour, they had fought with a valor and courage which reflected honor upon themselves and our State; and had suffered, perhaps, quite as severely as many regiments who took part in the whole engagement. But we cannot dwell upon their fighting or [?] losses, suffice it to say that we were happy to meet them again, and glad to find them attached to the noble army that had not met severest losses, and overmatched, had been forced to retire from the gloomy valley of Dead Man’s river; but which, though sadly weakened in numbers was yet unbroken in spirit, undaunted by the superior force arrayed against it, and was now determined to hold their position on the south side of the Tennessee river, or suffer annihilation in the attempt.


The Siege of Chattanooga.

They army of the Cumberland, we have seen in the foregoing chapter, after being overwhelmed by a vastly superior force, had retired to a line of defense in front of Chattanooga, while the enemy had taken a position directly in front, extending his line from the Tennessee river, above the city along Missionary Ridge nearly to Rossville, thence westward across the Chattanooga Valley to the river at the foot of Lookout Mountain. By falling back to a line across the bend of the Tennessee river in which Chattanooga is situated, our lines were so much contracted that they were fully able to cope with extended lines of the enemy. For more than a week after taking these positions our army was almost incessantly employed in throwing up a strong line of fortifications. Night and day the work went on, and by the 27th of September the utmost confidence was expressed that we could hold the city against any force Gen. Bragg might bring against it. In fact the feeling throughout the army, if expressed in a wish, would have been for the enemy to attach us immediately. But though he coveted the position of so vast strategic importance it had been clearly demonstrated on the bloody field of Chickamauga, that he would meet with fierce and determined resistance should he attempt to retake it; that he would rush his army into a desperate encounter, involving immense slaughter, and perhaps ultimate destruction, if he attempted to charge our works and take it by assault. Hence he took a strong position on Missionary Ridge, and having planted heavy batteries upon the side and summit of Lookout Mountain, attempted to harass our forces in their works, while his whole cavalry force was sent to cut off our supplies.

The city of Chattanooga at the beginning of the war probably contained nearly three thousand inhabitants, at least one sixth of whom were employed at its depots, and upon the railroads centering here from the East, West, North and South. It was simply a great railroad center, situated in a deep valley between the hills that come boldly up to the bank of the river. Most of the business houses were upon Main street, which runs nearly south from the steamboat landing to the depots in the south end of the town. Directly west of it is a high, steep eminence, known as Prospect Hill, and to the eastward successive ridges for nearly a mile, then a broad valley, separating them from Missionary Ridge. In a south and south easterly direction from the town, the country is level for several miles. It was a place of considerable business, for the railroads from the East and South centered here, at the only point deemed practicable to attempt to build a railroad across the Cumberland Mountains. Its depots and warehouses were large and commodious, and shortly after the war commenced it became one of the great military depots of the South; a point at which vast stores of arms and ammunition, as well as quartermasters and commissary stores were accumulated. Having from this place direct railroad communication with the Cumberland river at Nashville, with the Tennessee river at Decatur below Muscle Shoals, with the whole of Georgia and the Carolinas via Atlanta, and Virginia via Knoxville and Bull’s Gap, it was perhaps the best point in the whole South, at which to collect the vast stores required by great armies, and hold them in readiness till they should be needed in almost any direction. It was, in brief, not only their great central military depot, but being situated nearly half way from the rebel seat of government to the Mississippi, on one of the principal thoroughfares, at the gate or pass in the Cumberland range, it became a place of incalculable military importance. It had been Gen. Bragg’s base of supplies during the winter of 1862 and 863, and until he was forced from it by the great flank movement, terminated by the battle of Chickamauga.

After the battle of Stone River, and during the Summer campaign of 1863, the sick and wounded of the rebel army were sent here, and seven hospital buildings were erected under the direction of Gen. Bragg for their accommodation. That their mortality was very large was evidenced by the extensive cemetery toward the eastern part of the city, where we noticed several hundred new made graves with wooden head boards, containing only a number, or occasionally the initials of the name of the unfortunate soldier. When the place fell into our possession there were probably less than a thousand inhabitants remaining, for many had left the moment it was known that the rebel army was forced to evacuate. Most of the dwelling houses were deserted and nearly all the business houses closed, their contents having been removed. The place had suffered severely while Bragg was occupying it, and when he found himself forced to give it up; but this was trifling beside the usage it received when occupied by our forces, and besieged by the army lately driven from it, and since strongly reinforced.

After the work on the fortifications had been most vigorously prosecuted for about a week, the excessive labor was relaxed. Only about one third of the men were detailed daily for this duty, and some opportunity was given for rest, now imperatively required after so many days and nights incessant activity. Now all the [?] of the army were discussed, thousands of incidents upon the battlefield were related, and the annalist or historian had an opportunity to gather up the leading facts to spread upon the record for preservation. The conduct of every regiment upon the field was now canvassed; each brigade and division was claiming its own, of the laurels to be awarded the whole army for its obstinate yet unavailing effort to maintain its position upon the Chickamauga; and especially did the conduct of officers of all ranks and grades become the theme of common conversation. – It was most remarkable what a change of feeling had taken place in the army, (perhaps we should confine it to the 2d division), in respect to the General Commanding. At the battle of Stone river, Gen. Rosecrans had shown himself so brave, so determined and resolute, so capable of wringing a victory out of an apparent defeat by a speedy rearrangement of broken and shattered columns, that he at once became immensely popular with the whole of his command. The Summer campaign had added to this already exalted estimation, and when the movement was being carried out that gave us Chattanooga, yes even until the terrible battle upon Dead Man’s river was nearly ended, he was the boast, the pride, the very idol of his grand army. But now, when the smoke and dust of battle had cleared away, when the incidents of that furious conflict were being recounted and reviewed, how was it with our admired, illustrious, and heretofore almost worshiped champion and Commander? Alas! the halo of his glory had wasted away. Few were there who would openly speak in a derogatory or condemntory manner of him or his singular conduct; yet his early return from the battle field to Chattanooga on Sunday afternoon, leaving the whole task of bringing the devoted army out of the awful crisis, and saving it from utter destruction entirely to others, was often mentioned with a shake of his head or a sigh, that expressed all a true soldier would wish his friends and comrades to understand. Yes, Rosecrans had terribly fallen in the estimation of the rank and file of the army. And in the very hour that he was losing his high position in their affection and esteem, the indomitable Gen. Thomas, respected and beloved before on account, of his inflexible resolution, his sublime strength of will and courage, his incomparable ability to meet, check, baffle, and eventually hold at bay a force universaly superior to his own, was securing the eternal gratitude, respect and love of all that remained of the army of the Cumberland, the gratitude, esteem and admiration of all true patriots in the whole nation. The star of Rosecrans’ glory had not set; while the records of the battle fields of Iuka and Stone River remain it can never be entirely obscured. But on that eventful day the star of Gen. Thomas, one of the brightest planets in the military constellation, had beamed forth with such effulance and intensity that all eyes were directed toward it; and when the awful conflict was ended, it was near the zenith, while that of our former favorite was sadly overclouded. As Gen. Rosecrans had lost in the affections of his command, so except in a greater degree had Gen. Thomas gained. And while few true soldiers ever ventured, while in the service, to express fully their sentiments, all seemed to regret the misfortune of our brave and resolute “Old Rosy,” and all were rapturous in their praise, and never wearied in expressing their esteem, affection and admiration for “the hero of Chickamauga.”

[To be Continued.]


Non-Tax-Paying Bonds.

            The Bushnell Press of the 11th contains a short editorial, with copious extracts from the Carthage Gazette, upon the subject of non tax paying bonds, advocating not only the justice of a discrimination in favor of the rich and opulent as against the poorer and laboring classes, but stretches its conscience enough to insinuate that none but “copper heads” and “traitors” would expect the Government to tax the holders and speculators of those bonds, to the amount of capital they may have therein. Now, the Press ought to know that a very large proportion of those bonds, which he is so desirous of shielding from a direct taxation, are in the hands of army contractors and shoddyites, who lavished thousands of dollars on members of Congress in order to buy enough votes to carry their measure, and secure for them a protection against the excessive taxation caused by the war, and which stared them in face in the event that they invested their means in oil stocks, cotton, or any other commodity. – Although the war afforded them the means of enriching their coffers, and their little sums of gold brought them in close proximity to the United States Treasury, it is a little singular how very thankful “loyal” people generally feel towards them. In the language of another, “Capital did not come to the aid of the government; but in the hour of need, it forced the government to pay usury. But you say that money was necessary; that money must be had or the rebellion triumph. Granted. And it is of that we complain. – The country was in a struggle for its existence, and the men who owned the money took advantage of the government, not for six, or ten, or twenty per cent., but by paying gold they bought the bonds of the government at thirty or forty cents on the dollar, and then made the government pay usury on the whole amount. But, not content with this enormous profit, these money hangers demanded yet more. They forced the government in its hour of need to consent to exempt property, and throw the burthens of the government upon labor. Shoddyites, bankers, capitalists, and the whole routine of money changers have, in an evil hour, succeeded in getting almost exclusive control of the Legislative department of government and that they have succeeded in legalizing a system for shielding their capital from an advalorum tax, can never, we are proud to say, be charged upon a democratic Congress. – Such discrimination in favor of wealth and against labor, belongs, indeed, to an age of “progress” and “freedom, when the enslaved are freed; and the free are enslaved by laws which make the poorer classes bear the brunt of an onorous tax. Admitting that Congress has the right to “borrow money on the credit of the United States,” we still question the justice of a tax which discriminates in favor of the rich as against the poorer and laboring classes. At this time, when the whole country is groaning from the burthens of taxation – and every product is weighed down by a pyramid of taxation – when the farmer is taxed for his sheep, then taxed for their wool, taxed for his land, taxed for what grows thereon, taxed for his own raised food, taxed for his cow, taxed for his grain his cow consumes, and, finally, taxed for the milk which he gets from the cow, and taxed for the butter he gets from the milk it does seem like there was some little cause for complaint in the premises. We want to see a just and equal taxation; and we want no laws which shield capital from a direct tax. Such laws will not only oppress any people, we care not how prosperous they may be, but will eventually force the government to repudiation and bankruptcy.

But our Bushnell neighbor throws himself behind, what he conceives to be, impregnable breastworks, and says:

It is a well settled principle of law that the Constitution and Laws of the United States are paramount to all State Constitutions and State Laws. The Constitution of the United States gives “Congress the right to borrow money on the credit of the United States.” – The Bonds issued is the evidence of a debt created by the exercise of that power, and a tax upon the bonds of the United States would in the language of the Supreme Court of the United States, “be a tax upon the contract subsisting between the Government and individual.” If the State has a power to tax the contracts of the United States, it has the right to destroy them.

He has doubtless been reading Greeley’s Tribune, for we find him sneezing while Greeley pinches snuff. Greeley talks just like the Press – or the Press like Greeley – we don’t know which. Hear what the Tribune says:

“Congress has no more right under the Constitution to allow States to tax National securities than it has to allow them to tax gold and silver coin, or legal tenders, or Government ships and cannon.”

But the Press quotes decisions of Chief Justice Marshal, in order, also, to establish the ipso dixit of Greeley, “That the States have no right to tax ‘National Securities.’” – They wish to hold with an unyielding grasp every cent that the hard-working man may earn, while the legion of “loyal” thieves, who have invested their thousands in these “securities,” must and shall be exempts from a direct tax.

Although a man of “loyal” proclivities, Alexander Hamilton, must have been a stupid fellow, compared with our more modern “loyal” philanthropists, for we find that he differed widely with the editor of the Bushnell paper, as well as the Tribune. Hamilton, perhaps, was not so well learned as Judge Marshall, and others of the latter-day loyal saints, and, so far as his opinions are concerned, we must ask pardon of the Press editor, for re-producing in this progressive age, the idle talk of such an addle-pate as Alexander Hamilton. Here is what he says:

“I am willing here to allow, in its full extent, the justice of the reasoning which requires that the individual States should possess an independent and uncontrollable authority to raise their own revenues for the supply of their own wants. And making this concession, I affirm that (with the sole exception of duties on imports and exports) they would under the plan of the Convention (Constitution) retain that authority in the most absolute and unqualified sense; and that an attempt on the part of the National Government to abridge them in the exercise of it would be a violent assumption of power, unwarranted by any Article or clause in the Constitution.” – Federalist, No. XXXI.

How do our modern diplomatists and unequalled statesmen swallow this dose? Hamilton declares that “an attempt on the part o the National Government to abridge the rights of the States would be a violent assumption of power, unwarranted by any article or clause in the Constitution!” We should call that pretty plain talk on the subject. Hamilton must have rolled that pill expressly for the Bushnell Press and Greeley’s Tribune, for it seems to be a direct refutation of their “one grand political idea.” We forbear further comment, and leave them, for the present, “alone in their glory,” where they may be permitted to digest the opinions of Hamilton at their leisure.


Mr. Simmons Heard From.

            This gentleman is determined to keep himself before the people, and we are more than anxious to “give him rope,” and hereby tender our facilities for that purpose. Here is his last electioneering document:

Macomb, Ill., Oct. 6, 1865.

            Editor Macomb Eagle: – Sir: In your last issue I notice an article, signed with my initials. You have, of course, a right to publish said article; to say whatever you choose in respect to my political record, but you have no right, Sir, to use my initials for a signature. I care not a straw for your article. – The portion of it quoted from the Journal of three years ago, never gave me a moments uneasiness; but, Sir, when you, or any other man, attaches my signature, or initials to an article of that kind I have a right to demand a public explanation, and shall expect to see it in your next paper. With due respect.

Your Ob’t Serv’t,

            We have no explanation to make in the premises. If Mr. Simmons will take a sober look, and properly adjust his “spectacles,” he will observe that the article in question was a communication to the Eagle. If he wants the name of the author, then he ought to have the politeness to call for it; but, it is simply the hight of folly, not to say impudence, for him “or any other man” to “demand” of a an editor of a newspaper an “explanation” of what publicly appears as “communicated.” We are not enough posted to “explain” only what appears as editorial in this paper, and that we will be prepared to do so [fold] of the Eagle. Again, we will say that, if Mr. Simmons is very badly hurt by the pungency of said article, he ought to be able to find a more plausible excuse, than to rare back on his dignity, and complain because some other man has seen proper to sign “L. A. S.” to an article. That shallow dodge to cover up the Journal’s editorial, will hardly “pan out” in this latitude. We expected to see the loyal candidate twist and swirm, and in this we have not been mistaken. Other men, far better and wiser than him, have signed L. A. S. to their effusions, long before Mr. Simmons made his Middletown speech, and it was considered no great crime. But, in conclusion, we will say to the would be judge, if he really does feel sore over the article, and must have an “explanation,” he can get it. Just send us a written demand for the name of the author of the article in language something like the following, and it shall be forthcoming on “double quick:”

Editor of the Eagle: – An article in your issue of the 14th, has caused me much uneasiness, as it will probably cause my defeat. I have “pistols and coffee for two,” and, Sir, I demand the name of the author, that I may hold him responsible for my defeat in my race for the Judgship. I shall expect you to answer this without delay.

[Sign your name.]


            → The loyal paper on the other side of the square, last week took up another one of our candidates; and the editor of that sheet unloaded his brain of a little more blustering imagination. He is certainly heavy on candidates, as his onslaught upon Simmons – the leader of his ticket – is about the hardest blow the Republican candidate for Judge has yet received. After calling his own nominees rebels, &c., &c., and proving their faith by their works, he steps over into our ranks long enough to survey the field, and becoming alarmed at the success of the Democracy, he concludes that truth is a bad weapon for him to use in defense of his own party, and thereupon he assails our candidate for Judge, with a batch of blustering falsehoods, which he, with all his stupidity and ignorance, must have known were as false as they are malignant. In speaking of our candidate for Judge, the Journal says:

“Not long ago he was holding forth at a school house near Pennington’s Point, in this county, when some boys of a larger growth, not having that respect for the preacher that perhaps they should have had, tipped over a bench, and one of them was plunged headlong out on the floor. – The preacher paused a moment for fitting words to express himself, and then looking fiercely at the irreverent youth, he exclaimed, “The next plunge you make will be into h – l, and I shan’t care a bit.”

The above is a tissue of falsehoods from beginning to ending, and shows to what the Republican press will resort in order to deceive and mislead the masses. Where they fail to rake up some discreditable act of a Democratic candidate, they even intrude into the church and pulpit, and there, in the sanctity of a christian’s duty, these prowling caluminators are found ready to fabricate out of whole cloth. Mr. Jackson has not, (we are told by reliable men who know of what they speak,) preached at any school house in or near Pennington’s Point for fifteen years, and that not such affair ever occurred there at any time. Being false in every word and syllable, so far as Pennington’s Point is concerned, the probable solution of the affair is that it is false (so far as Mr. Jackson is concerned) at any other point or place.

The above extract from the Journal convinces us of one fact, and that is that Mr. Jackson is a popular man, and one in whom the people have a high regard. When the Journal man is put up to his trumps to hatch up a yarn against a democratic candidate, and, in resorting to falsehood, can make no better display than the above, he, like Othello, must have found his occupation gone. – Shame, on him!


            → The Smut Machine over the Post Office made a feeble attempt at witticism last week, and in order to get off something bright in the columns of that dark befogged luminary, the quill driver of that delectable sheet, found it necessary to parade his complaint, (as well as several other things belonging to his person), in full view of every reader of this paper. – Now, we have never had any taste for that sort of literature, and if the Smut Machine can make it profitable to its readers to admit such rare jewels of though and diction to appear in the columns of his paper, why, of course it is no body’s business. If those who pay for that paper and read it are desirous of obtaining that style and character of reading for their families, it is certainly none of our business. We will say this much, however, en passant, that while we conduct this paper, it will have a little higher ambition than to intrude such low and contemptible billingsgate before the public. If such literature is in great demand in Macomb and McDonough county, we are perfectly willing to let others supply the trade in that line.


            → The quill driver of the Smut Machine seems to have a great aversion to Buzzards! It is the nature of that class of birds to live and feast upon carrion, but owing, we presume, to the very bad smell about the carcass of the quill driver, it seems the Buzzards even were too proud to taste of him. We shouldn’t think Buzzards had very much use for such an odiferous carcass as that which sends his papers out to his readers, leaving them unable to read his columns even, without being reminded of a bad odor in that locality.


            → Remember that the Democratic Party favors EQUAL, JUST TAXATION, and demands that the nabob or contractor who owns a million dollars shall be taxed as well as The Laborer who owns but five hundred.

Remember, too, that the negro equality party favors the erections of a “negro aristocracy” on the graves of the brave men who fell battling for the Union in the later war.


For the Macomb Eagle,

Political. – No. 3.

            Mr. Editor: – I will now commence this communication where I left off in the last one. After stating that I had in my last attempted to show that the Republican party as a party, were in favor of negro suffrage, I suppose no rational man will attempt to controvert the assertion who respects truth and presents a common amount of intelligence. I will now say that when you look upon the other side of this question you will find a different picture. I cannot commence and enumerate the leading men of the Democratic party and show their position on this question, but will content myself by saying that there is not one among them who is in favor of negro suffrage. The party in every State where conventions have been held have placed themselves upon the record in opposition to it, and they do not stand alone; almost the entire soldiery are opposed to it, and what few exceptions there are, are not sufficient to make mile stones. The leading “Radicals” and all the stay at home “loyal” are for it – the entire Dempcracy amd the soldiery are against it.

Among all the arguments that I have seen in favor of negro suffrage there are but two worthy of notice, and they are urged with a great deal of ability. The first is, that the negro, if he be the owner of property is, under the laws compelled to pay taxes. This is true; and if every one who has to pay taxes ought to have a right to vote, then why not permit every married woman who owns property in her own right, to vote? why not permit every single woman who owns property to vote? why not permit every minor who owns property to vote? I am sure there are but few who will, after reflection, endorse such a loose and miserable declaration; when they reflect upon the consequences arising from such a general principle without exceptions. Such a theory would ignore the qualification of intelligence, virtue and patriotism, and substitute in it’s stead the qualification alone of property; and if that test be applied, it would effect the white and the black man alike; both would have the right of suffrage if they both owned property, and neither would have the right unless he owned property. So this principle would debar the white man from voting when he was not the owner of property subject to taxation. – This is the legitimate consequence arising from such a doctrine, and it is pressed by the same men who a few years since insisted that no white man of foreign birth should be permitted to vote in America. The other reason urged by these men in favor of negro suffrage is that they carried the musket to put down the rebellion. They insist that the rebellion could not have been crushed without the valuable assistance of the negro. This is not the truth, and the whole history of the war stamps it as false. I would like to know what fight they got into and did not run when they had the opportunity of getting away. – What cities did they capture? what battles did they win? and who is the immortal General who led them to victory? Can any one tell? The fact is the negroes were placed in this army, and when placed there it was an error on the part of our Government, and a disgrace to the American people, and will continue to be a disgrace to the American name as long as the fact is remembered. It caused nearly every white soldier to blush with shame for his country, and none hardly were found mean enough to salute an officer in a negro regiment; and why? Because he held in utter contempt both the negro and the commander. Then this being so, who was to blame? Was it not the Government who had called upon the negro – yes, pressed him into service – compelled him to go? Whenever they found a negro in the rebel states he was asked no questions, but drove up, dressed in blue, and put to drilling, and to make his volition complete he was surrounded by bayonets – he was a “volunteer.” He had to do that or bone; it was a pity of the negro. This is the way the negro got into the army, and I guess by general consent he will be mustered out of the service, and none will regret it except the “loyal” and the officers who commanded them. Oh how can the officers part with their respective commands? Won’t it be “hard to give them up?” I almost shed tears when I think how cruel the Government must be to separate them, and yet the decree has gone forth, and lik the decrees of the Medes and Persians, I presume it is irrevokable. If it was an error on the part of our Government to arm and put in the field the negro as a soldier, then all that follows in reference to the right of the negro because of such service falls to the ground – and here is where the great error was committed.



Loyalty of the Journal at a Discount –
What the Soldiers have to Say.

            Mr. Editor: – We, the undersigned, while at home in Industry Township in the Spring of 1864, voted the Democratic ticket, as we supposed we had a right to do – our judgement led us to that course. We had volunteered in the summer of A. A. 1861, and were then home on furlough, and for having so voted the Editor of the Macomb Journal published us as returned veteran soldiers of Industry, disgracing ourselves by having voted the “traitor ticket.” Now Mr. Editor, if to vote the Democratic ticket makes traitors of us, we plead guilty to the charge, and glory in our treason; and we will further say that we are now at home again, and if our lives be spared until the November election, we will again vote the Democratic ticket, the white man’s ticket, and no man but a cowardly, lying puppy will charge us with treason. We are for a government controlled by white men, and so is the Democratic party; therefore we vote the white ticket.



Awful, Isn’t it?

            Mr. Editor: – Mr. Simmons in his harangue says that the Democratic legislature refused to allow the soldiers to vote, and that he has stood by and seen Ohio and Iowa soldiers vote when he was denied that privilege. He always fails to tell them that at the late presidential election he was at home and refused to vote for Old Abe. We trust that the next legislature will pass a law allowing him to vote at some point where it would not be known how he would vote.



Bear it in Mind.

            The organ of the negro worshipping party in Illinois, the Chicago Republican, urges that the success of negro suffrage “eventually is certain;” that recent failures only postpone the day of its triumph; that there must be, “greater union and labor in all the States,” to secure the object proposed.

Thus every success, in every election, will be construed into so much gale for the cause of negro suffrage.

White men of McDonough county remember this when you come to vote. If every success is important to them, so is their defeat important to those who are in favor of a white man’s government. Make their defeat so thorough and complete that it will settle the question of negro voting for this generation at least.

Let us thoroughly defeat this negro-worshipping party who are so anxious to degrade to the level and capacity of negro slaves, our free institutions, made by free white men for white men and their posterity. Let us make the defeat so overwhelming that it will carry consternation in to their ranks.

October 20, 1865

Macomb Journal


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



            On the 20th of January our Colonel received notice that our regiment would take the field for more active service. We had spent three months along the line of the railroad running from Louisville to Lebanon, Ky., and our soldiers had formed acquaintances and attachments among the people that they were loth to break away from. On Sunday, the 25th, the orders came to break camp and take the cars for Louisville. We arrived in Louisville that evening about 9 o’clock. The rain was descending in torrents, and we occupied the cars untill morning. Our regiment now consisted of only eight companies. Companies B and C had been taken prisoners by the rebel Morgan, at Muldrow’s Hill, and paroled, and they were now at Benton Barracks, near St. Louis.

The rain continued to pour throughout the next day, but the regiment tramped through mud and rain to the eastern part of the city where the proceeded to lay out a camp and put out their tents. It was a dismal, gloomy time. All were wet, muddy, cold and hungry. Our fuel was very scarce indeed. A large portion of the regiment that night found quarters in the adjacent buildings, while others made themselves as comfortable as they could on the muddy ground.

We remained in this camp three days when we received orders to board the transports then lying in the river at Portland, four miles west of Louisville. Our regiment embarked on board the steamer J. H. Groesbeck. Here the Paymaster visited us and paid off the regiment up to December 31, 1862.

On Sunday morning, Feb. 1st, the ropes were unfastened and our steamer started out in company with sixty-three other vessels, all heavily loaded with troops, army equipments, etc. The whole fleet was supposed to contain 25,000 troops. The river was booming high, and the current swift; hence we made a rapid trip to Smithland, situated at the mouth of the Cumberland river. Our destination was Nashville. We reached Smithland about one o’clock on Monday afternoon, and remained there for the purpose [fold] o’clock next morning. Here six or eight gunboats joined us. The Cumberland river was in good navigable condition, but the current being against us our progress was slow. – Our boat was new and elegantly finished, this being her first trip, but the crowded state of the men on board prevented their finding much comfort or convenience. – They were compelled to make their lodging place out upon the hurricane deck, or if in the cabin, in such a crowded state as to render the atmosphere of the room stifling and suffocating. The consequence was that before we reached Nashville we had over one hundred men upon the sick list. Two men, Martin Ellis and John W. Pate, both of Co. H, died on the boat.

We passed Fort Donelson about 9 o’clock Tuesday evening, and the next morning found the fleet tied to shore opposite the little town of Dover about a mile and a half from Fort Donaldson. The old fort, made famous by the great battle of Feb. 16, 1862, had been abandoned, and fortifications had been built in the town of Dover, which had been held and occupied for three or four months by the 83d Illinois, commanded by Col. A. C. Harding, of Monmouth, in this State.

Soon after daylight a contraband on shore informed one of our men that a battle had been fought in Dover the day before, and that the rebels had been thoroughly whipped. We looked over the river and everything looked so quiet there that we could scarcely give credit to the negro’s story. A large portion of our fleet, with an occasional gunboat, were lying in close proximity, securely fastened to the shore, and the cool and frosty air of the morning seemed to admonish us all to seek the comforts of the cabin fire.
At length came rumors thicker and faster that the 83rd Illinois, with only about 700 men, had actually whipped over 4000 rebels under Wheeler and Forrest with great slaughter. It was not until afternoon that we became convinced of the real magnitude of the affair. I then provided myself with a pass, and watched an opportunity, and was fortunate enough to secure a passage across the river in a little leaky, mud-bespattered skiff, by first depositing twenty-five cents in the fist of the ferryman. I had no sooner landed upon the opposite shore than the evidences of a desperate and bloody battle became visible to me. Dead horses lay in every direction, and the ground in numberless places was marked with human gore. There was not a house, a tree or a fence about the place that did not bear evidences of the deadly strife. I walked to the village burying ground, and there in huge pile lay the unburied bodies of some forty or fifty dead rebels. Men were engaged digging trenches in which the bodies were thrown and then covered with dirt. A large government wagon, drawn by four mules, came up loaded with more dead rebels. They had been tumbled into the wagon as you would throw in a load of wood. The bodies were cold and stiff, and in one part of the load might be seen an arm poking up, and in another place a leg, rendering the whole a most horrible and sickening sight. The most of the bodies were much mangled, giving evidence of the terrible execution of our guns.

Among the rebels that I saw buried was Col. Frank McNary, of Tennessee, of blood-hound notoriety. In the early part of the of the war he was engaged in hunting down Union citizens in East Tennessee with bloodhounds. He owned property a few miles south of Nashville upon which our regiment afterward camped, and there I saw a couple of old slaves who had formerly belonged to McNary, and they appeared much pleased to hear that the old rebel “was dead gone sure.”

There was one body lifted into the trench that attracted attention by its fair and delicate skin and beautiful features. It was dressed in pants and coat of finer texture than the other bodies. A suspicion was raised that it was the body of a female which proved to be the fact. She was tumbled in with her male companions and covered with dirt.

I called upon Col. Harding and learned some of the particulars of the battle. He had been anticipating an attack for a day or two. It was the design of the rebels to get possession of Dover and thus intercept our fleet. Soon after noon on Tuesday some scouts who had been sent out came in with the intelligence that a large force of rebels was marching upon them not a mile distant. The long roll was immediately sounded and the regiment formed in line of battle. It numbered then but 700 men, one company being absent on duty at Clarksville. The rebels soon appeared, and according to custom, sent in their flag of truce demanding an unconditional surrender, as they had orders to take the place at all hazards. Col. Harding replied that they might come and take it if they could. – The rebels proceeded, even while the flag of truce was in our lines, to completely surrounded the town of Dover, and to plant their cannon in favorable positions. About 2 o’clock the battle commenced and continued without cessation until 8 o’clock in the evening. The rebels, a number of times, charged furiously and madly upon the works and guns of the 83d, but were as often repulsed. The slaughter of the [fold] beside one large siege gun. At one time the siege gun had missed fire twice, when a few rebels charged upon it, the leader exclaiming, “Why the h-l don’t you surrender – you are completely surrounded by ten times your number.” Just then the big gun was fired and the valorous rebel was blown into a hundred pieces. The 83d maintained their position from the first to the last. There were over 250 rebels buried by the 83d as the result of this battle. The wounded that remained upon the gound and fell into our hands numbered about sixty. There were also some forty or fifty prisoners taken. The 83d lost about 13 killed and 35 wounded. Among the killed was Capt. Philo Reed, a young and prominent lawyer of Monmouth. I had the pleasure of his acquaintance, and it was with sorrowful emotion that I looked upon his noble face cold in death. He was a man of excellent principle, bright intellect, and high moral worth, and had he been spared would no doubt have become one of the brightest and shining lights of the nation.

For the skill and gallantry displayed by Col. Harding on this important occasion he was soon after promoted to the position of Brigadier General, and last year the loyal and appreciating citizens of the 5th Congressional District elected the able and gallant General to a seat in Congress.

The history of the late war does not furnish a parallel to the gallant conduct of the 83d Illinois regiment. Every man in that regiment won for himself enduring fame.

Our fleet arrived in Nashville on the afternoon of the 7th of February. Here our regiment was welcomed by the 16th Illinois which was camped but a few rods from our landing place. We stopped in Nashville but a day or two when we received orders to move towards Franklin, a town about 18 miles south of Nashville.



Withdrawal of Mr. Venable.

            In another column we publish a card of withdrawal as a candidate for School Commissioner of Mr. William Venable, together with the action of the Central Committee in reference to the matter. While we have no doubt Mr. Venable would have made a worthy and efficient School Commissioner, it cannot be denied that a more suitable man for the place that Professor Branch of Prairie City could not have been named. Our Prairie City friends urged his name in the Convention, and he would have been nominated but for the fact that Mr. Venable had been a soldier, and the claims of soldiers with the Union party are always respected. Prairie City was justly entitled to a representative upon the ticket, and when the name of Professor Branch was rejected in the Convention she was aggrieved and felt that her claims had been ignored. Mr. Venable, with a magnamimity and devotion to the Union cause which does him honor, recognizes the claims of Prairie City, and the peculiar fitness of Professor Branch for that office, and yields [fold] of his ticket, and will be elected by a majority that will frighten the copperhead candidate for that office worse if possible than when the soldier thrashed him.


“Then and Now.”

            Ever since the commencement of the late war honest Democrats have been leaving the Democratic party and arranging themselves upon the side of the Union, loyalty and the constitution. In many counties the Union Republican party have placed upon their ticket those who have formerly acted with the Democratic party. Where-ever this has been done their former party friends have been their most fierce and vindictive enemies. They assail them in every manner possible that they think will damage them in public estimation. The most damaging accusation in their opinion is their old political record. It was all right while they voted the Democratic ticket, but when they leave the foul party and come out in favor of the administration and against those who would destroy the government then their old record is brought forward as enough to condemn them now and forever.

The Eagle of last week arraigns our candidate for county Judge, Mr. Simmons, for his old record. It is true that Mr. Simmons at one time acted with the Democratic party, and true to the teachings of that party opposed the war, and spoke against it. – The Journal had no friendly words for him while he occupied that position. But as the war progressed Mr. Simmons became convinced that he was wrong, and in a public speech in this city acknowledged the error of his past course, and announced his conviction that the right and proper way to deal with the war was to fight it out and whip the rebels. He showed his faith by his works, for he volunteered as a private and served as such. Mr. Simmons was at that time a Democratic office holder, and of course for the honest and patriotic course that he pursued he lost caste in the Democratic party. It was remarked by a prominent Democratic office holder in this county, speaking in reference to Mr. Simmons, that when a man took up a gun in the war he laid down his Democratic principles.


            → We publish this week an advertisement from Messrs. McClintock & Withrow, two young men who have recently formed a co-partnership for the purpose of carrying on the business of Wagon making, repairing, &c. Mr. McClintock was our fellow soldier in the 78th Illinois, and was detailed as brigade wagon maker, which place he filled with great credit to himself. Both he and Mr. Withrow are excellent mechanics, and we have no doubt they will be able to give perfect satisfaction to all who favor them with their patronage.


Macomb, Oct. 18th, 1865.

Mr. A. Blackburn, Esq.,
Acting Chairman Central Union Com. for McDonough Co., Ill.,
Dear Sir: -On the 5th of the present month I addressed a note to C. F. Wheat Esq., in substance as follows:

Macomb, Ill., Oct. 5th, 1865.

C. F. Wheat Esq., Chairman Union Central Com.

Dear Sir: – Will you be kind enough to withdraw my name from the Union Ticket as candidate for School Superintendent, and, take such action as you may deem best for the success of our principles and the triumph of our ticket.

I remain yours,
William Venable Jr.

            Why the Central Committee did not act upon my card of withdrawal at an earlier date than the present, I have no means of ascertaining; but I will remark that I have taken this step advisedly, and with ample deliberation, and I trust that my action in this affair may meet the approval of my friends.

If I may be permitted to add a suggestion to the Committee and the party, I would recommend Professor Branch as eminently fitted for the position of School Superintendent. I need not say, that which all know to be true, he is a thoroughly trained teacher, practically as well as theoretically. [Fold] and elected, proposes to devote his whole time to the educational interests of our county. I trust that whatever course the Committee may deem best will be acquiesced in by the Union voters in all parts of the county. United we can and will be successful.

Let us, then, all work together, and poll a full vote. If we do this, success is ours. Yours for the Union, and the success of our county ticket.

William Venable, Jr.

            At a called meeting of the Central Committee of McDonough county at the office of C. F. Wheat in Macomb in the 18th day of Oct., 1865, the above communication from Mr. Wm. Venable, Union candidate for Superintendent of public Instruction was received. The committee highly appreciating the patriotic motives that have moved Mr. Venable to this action, acquiesce in his request, and place the name of Daniel Branch on the ticket for the aforesaid office instead of Mr. Venable.

A. Blackburn,
Acting Chairman Central Committee.


            Col. M. R. Vernon. – A brief letter from our late Colonel of the 78th Ill., informs us that he is now at Pithole City, Pa., engaged in oil speculations. He confesses slightly to “oil on the brain,” but is willing to suffer a little for “gold in the pocket.” He suffered some loss at the recent large fire at Pithole, but not enough to discourage him. Long may he wave.


            → We have received a letter from our old friend John Van Horn, of Co. H, 78th Ill., who is now with his family at Grand Island, California. He sends us a new subscriber from that far-off country with a [fold] like the country very well, and we hope to hear that John is blessed with health, a peaceful conscience, and worldly store. He served in the 78th from its organization to the time of its muster out and always did his duty as a brave and noble soldier.


            → The eclipse passed off on Thursday morning according to programme. The sky was clear, and nothing occurred to disturb the general harmony of the arrangements. The exhibition will be repeated at some future day which will be duly announced in the almanacs.


            → Joseph Adams, whose trial for murder recently took place at the Hancock circuit court, on change of venue from this county, was acquitted and thereupon discharged from custody.


            → Go to B. F. Martin & Son to buy your furniture. They are receiving a large and varied assortment of furniture which they will sell lower than any establishment.


Furs, Boots, Shoes, Hats, Caps, and Buck Goods.

To find the best stock and best made furs at this city, go to Browne’s Boot and Shoe store on the south side of the square.

To find the largest, cheapest and best stock of boots and shoes, go to Browne’s, south side the square.

To find the best stock of hats and caps go to Browne’s, south side the square.

The best stock of fur and buck goods to be found in this city is at Browne’s, south side the square.


Town Clock.

Although our city cannot boast of a regular town clock, Mr. H. Humiston, watch, clock and notion dealer on the south side of the square, has set up a beautiful clock on the sidewalk in front of his store. It makes a handsome sign, and is worth the trouble to go around to see. Mr. H. has a large and handsome stock of clocks, watches and notions at reasonable prices.



Mr. Allen Vawters, one of our most successful nurserymen and fruit growers, has a large lot of fruit trees and grape vines this Fall, of the best varieties. Persons wishing anything in this line, will do well to call on him at his residence on Lafayette street, four blocks north of the square.


            → The cold and chilly winds begin to blow, which reminds us that we all want some good Winter Clothing. Now to all such we desire to say that William Wetherhold is on hand with a complete stock of Woolen Goods, Blankets, Cloths, Cassimers, Satinets, Flannel, Ladies Cloths, Cloaks & Circulars, and Winter Shawls; also a complete stock of Furs. Remember the place, at the sign of the “New Cheap Store,” on the east side. Goods sold at the lowest market prices. “Not to be undersold” is his motto.