Nigger! Nigger! Nigger!
Comgress has the negro-phobia. It is nigger in the Senate, and nigger in the House. – It is nigger in the forenoon, and nigger in the afternoon. It is nigger in the resolutions, and nigger in bills. It is nigger in motions, and nigger in speeches. It was nigger the first day, and it has been nigger every day. Nigger is in every man’s eye, and nigger in every man’s mouth. It is nigger in the lobby, and nigger in the hall. It is nigger under the seat, and nigger on top of the seat. Congress smells of nigger, and the proceedings are black with nigger. A black fog of nigger exhalations rises from the unfinished dome of the capitol; it spreads its poisonous vapors over the white house and the departments; it reaches northward and blinds the eyes of would be great men in the large cities, and stands in lieu of printing ink for the small emancipation journals of the country. The cloud of ashes, that buried Herculaneum from the world was nothing, if compared to the offensive exudations which abolitionism is steaming from the “lacerated skin of down-trodden nigger.” The ashes were only a physical evil; but the niggerous vapor is a moral pestilence, that blunts the sense of duty to the Constitution and destroys the instinct of obedience to the law. The nigger-phobia, we should think, has nearly reached the worst of its paroxysms. Certain it is that the country is torn by faction, devastated by war, and got the wool over its eyes generally. And yet the cry goes forth, even from the fountain of national legislation, which ought to run pure as the stream which “flowed fast by the oracles of God,” nigger, nigger, — give me nigger, or give me a lock of his wool! – What an “institution” the nigger is!
Dentistry. – A good workman, in any business, is worthy of commendation by disinterested persons; and those who have any kind of work to be performed should employ the workman, even though at a higher price than a botch could be engaged. This is true in all trades or professions – not even excepting dentistry, as we have learned by experience. Looking in at the office of Dr. Floyd the other day, we were pleased to note the improvements in his office, and various specimens of his artistic skill. His suit of rooms for visitors, operators, and workshop are admirably arranged, and speak well for his success in business. Attentive, courteous, and a thorough adept in his own profession, it is no wonder that he is patronized by a discriminating public, and that his business is steadily increasing, even in these hard times.
Marble Works. – We direct attention to the advertisement of Messrs. Farmer & Chandler, in this paper. These gentlemen are supplying a want that has long been needed in this county, and we have no doubt that they will receive a liberal business. Mr. Farmer is a most excellent and accomplished workman, as the jobs which he has turned out will amply demonstrate. The work of this firm will favorably compare with that of any house in Illinois.
Good Ones. – Oysters are good – especially fresh ones in the shell, such as Lane sent us a basket full of the other day. They are the luxury of the season – large, fat, and luscious. Lane has them in the shell, can, or keg, and will serve them up in any manner desired. – Call on him when you want to enjoy a few.
Bees Swarming in December. – Mr. Isaac Haynes, near this city, informs us that last Friday, 6th inst., one of his swarms of bees sent forth a young colony. The young swarm took to the woods. This is certainly a singular phenomenon in bee history.
To the Editor of the Macomb Eagle:
Knowing that you wish information in regard to all matters of interest, I propose to give you a short account of a Union meeting in Eldorado.
Messrs. Keach, McFadden, Frizen, and other leading men, proposed to have a Union Festival, on Thursday evening the 5th inst., at the new Venada school house. It was all well arranged, and at the appointed the people began to assemble, bringing the eatables for the occasion. The house was filled to overflowing. At length a large and beautiful American flag was brought in, borne by two handsome young ladies. They were enthusiastically cheered.
All was now ready to receive the speaker, Rev. H. B. Taylor, of Lewistown; but to the regret of all he did not come. Mr. Keach was elected chairman, and a call was made on Mr. Frizen for a speech.
Although unprepared, Mr. F. entertained the house for nearly an hour, and was frequently applauded.
A plentiful supper was now dispensed of, in the best of order. After which the Star-Spangled Banner and other patriotic songs were sung. The singers were tremendously cheered, and all seemed to think it was “good to be there.”
Yours in haste, UNION.
A Letter from the Camp.
Fort Holt, Ky., Dec. 9, 1861.
To the Editor of the Macomb Eagle:
I am not in the habit of writing for newspapers, but presuming anything that comes from the camp may prove interesting, I will make the attempt. I did express the wish that The Eagle might be sent me from home – but if the folks have done so, it has never reached its destination. We do not lack for news, however, as we receive daily papers from Chicago, St. Louis, and Cincinnati.
We are quietly camped on the great Father of Waters, and are now comfortably housed in winter quarters, and have Uncle Sam doing a good part by us.
To show you and your many readers that we have neither been starved nor frozen, I will give a detail of what the 28th regiment have drawn. We were mustered in at Camp Butler on the 24th of August, and marching orders were given soon after. The regiment was at most of the camps about Cairo for a few days, fetching up at Bird’s Point. There we staid about two weeks, when we came over to this place. Since then, in the military line, or so far as drilling goes, we have been in a manner doing nothing. Building breastworks and winter quarters have taken up our time.
Our first clothing was furnished by the State. The quantity drawn by company H is about as follows: 200 pair of pants, 160 jackets, 300 shirts, 800 socks, 160 pairs of shoes, 160 woolen and 85 enameled blankets, and 160 drawers. The first payment was $10.40 the man, and the last, about three weeks ago, $26.
Out of these payments, some $800 or $1000 have been sent home. There is one evil that I cannot refrain from mentioning here, which is this: postmasters, or somebody else, think the right of search is constitutional and one of their perquisites, and that the hard earnings of soldiers sent home by mail are subject to confiscation. It is shameful that Congress whilst beholding the mote in the brother’s eye should be so careful of the beam in their own. A number of the boys have mailed money home – their letters have broken open, robbed of soldier’s wages, and then sent on. It is too bad to be endured.
Our regiment is quite healthy, only about fifteen being in the hospital. The measles, which for some time held supreme sway, — have entirely disappeared.
Sunday week three rebel gun boats came up the river for the purpose of shelling us out, but their shot fell short a quarter of a mile. There may be possibility of an attack on this point, but I think it is not probable, as our friend Pillow believes it to be his interest to take care of home against our descent into Dixie. Deserters, who come in now and then, confirm the report that the rebels are straining every nerve to meet us.
I will drop you a line occasionally.
Yours respectfully, W. M. P.
Nov. 22nd at Fort Holt, Kentucky, of measles, Mr. Joseph C. Plotts, son of Thos. Plotts, of this county. The deceased was a member of Company C, 28th Illinois regiment. His remains were brought home and buried in the Walnut Grove grave yard, with military honors.