May 8, 1863
The Latest News.
The latest news from the Rappahannock is of a very indefinite character but the authorities at Washington seem satisfied that everything is moving on right.
The rebels have been reinforced from Richmond.
Gen. Heintzelman has reinforced Hooker with 30,000 men.
The rebels have retaken Fredericksburg, but this is considered of no importance.
3,000 prisoners have arrived at Washington and more coming.
Gen. Hooker had telegraphed to the President that his position was good, and that he could hold it.
On the whole, matters look encouraging for our side, although much hard fighting will have to be done before a victory is won. A day or two more will probably decide the contest. The slaughter on both sides has been great.
Abbott publishes in the last Eagle, under the head of “Two Original Copperheads,” extracts from the writings of Washington and Madison. A baser slander was never published, than that a single word ever uttered by these noble patriots can, in any way, be tortured into a support of these hellish doctrines advocated by the Copperheads of this age. Every pulsation of their noble hearts was in favor of the Government – every word they uttered was in favor of the Union. How is it with the Copperheads? Every effort they make – every word they speak, is calculated to weaken and destroy the Government. Washington and Madison loved the glorious “Stars and Stripes.” Abbott and his companions love the “Stars and Bars” of Jeff Davis’ Government. The man that would place such men as Washington and Madison upon the same level with Vallandigham, Breckinridge and Jeff Davis (for Jeff Davis is as loyal a man as Vallandigham,) must be lost to every sentiment of loyalty and honor.
The Greatest Cavalry Raid of the War.
The greatest raid of the war is that just accomplished by Col. Grierson, of the 6th Illinois cavalry, with a mounted force of two or three thousand. He left Holly Springs, made a dash into Central Mississippi cut the Central Mississippi and the Mississippi Southern railroads, burned bridges and caused damage and consternation all through that rebel State, and reached Baton Rouge, La., about three hundred and fifty miles south of Holly Springs.
Had this raid been made by a Stonewall Jackson or some other rebel hero, the croakers among us would pronounce it a most daring and wonderful feat, and lament that we have no such brave leaders. But Grierson’s raid beats all other cavalry dashes on either [obscured] to learn the particulars.
Chalmers, April 27, 1863.
Editor of Macomb Journal,
DEAR SIR: — I concluded to pen a short communication for your paper, relating a little circumstance that occurred a few days ago. What I will narrate is strictly true and happened in Chalmers township, about four miles southwest of your city.
A certain man stopped over night at a certain house in this neighborhood last Saturday evening, remained there all night, enjoyed the hospitalities of the place, and in the morning before departing, had the impudence to commence a debate with the ladies of the house. His arguments abounded in the most treasonable tirade against the Administration, against the army and everybody in favor of sustaining the Government – in fact, showed himself to be a rank secessionist and copperhead. He told the ladies – Misses Nancy E. Lane, Lucy J. Lane, Mary Westfall, Rebecca Jane Penrose and Annie C. Gill, that those Resolutions passed by the 16th Ill. Vol., and published in your paper, were forgeries; that they were written by yourself, without their knowledge and approval; that all those letters published in your paper, purporting to come from soldiers in the army, were forgeries and lies from the beginning to the end. He called them Black Abolitionists, Black Snakes, and epithets of a like character, and finally declared them as beneath his notice. The lady of the house, a widow, then told him to leave, as she did not wish to hear such treasonable talk in her house; that she had two sons in the army, and had no respect for persons asserting such disloyal sentiments, but, instead of leaving, he kept on in his treason. The young ladies then went out doors, collected a lot of eggs, deposited them at some convenient place, came in and told him that he must leave now. He concluded to leave finally, and when he had got out of the house, they left by another door and commenced pelting him with those eggs. I say served him right – The patriotism of those ladies cannot be praised enough. One of them is a Democratic lady, a true Democratic lady; none of your Copperhead Democrats; a loyal, Unconditional Union patriotism is still in existence in this vicinity. The ladies almost to a “man” are in favor of the Union. God bless them, is my sincere prayer. The man in question is the father of a certain Methodist preacher in this county, who has the damnable impudence to call the men at the head of our Administration ungodly. But, thank the Lord, copperheadism is about played out, and like the Cow Boys in the Revolutionary War, they will come to the same ignominious fate. Let this be a warning to copperheads, and if they will persist in their treason, I would advise them to shun this vicinity and our loyal ladies here, or else eggs might come uncomfortably close to their wise persons. Of course the copperheads will make a howl over this affair, but let them howl. The Tories howled, too. Their howling will hurt nobody but themselves.
I presume he will give his version of the affair to the editor of the “Buzzard” who will fairly shriek with rage. He will distort the affair to suit his own selfish purpose. But if he does so, I will be ready to deny his falsehoods and particularize in another article.
For the Macomb Journal.
Mr. Editor: — About the 10th of October last, in company with Mr. H. Miller, of Laporte, Ind., I visited the place of Mr. Samuel Hooker, with a view of ascertaining certainly his success in making sugar from cane, his mode of operation and the variety used, and if all was satisfactory Mr. M. wished to purchase a large quantity of the seed for Mr. Belcher the Sugar Refiner of Chicago, and for himself. – Mr. Hooker was absent from home, visiting a son sick in the army, and his family had been doing but little at boiling for some time, but had that morning taken off one boiling or batch which we saw yet hot in the barrel. They were working on a small scale, and had few conveniences. We, however, saw about 4 pounds of the sugar which we pronounced very fair, but Mrs. H. told us it was the poorest she had made – that she had sold all that was fit, about 100 lbs, which was both fairer and drier. They were working with an old, one-horse wooden mill, and boiled in a pan with sheet iron bottom which would hold probably about half a barrel. – Their process was, as the family informed us, when they got juice enough to fill up a pan, to place it over a little furnace built of stone for the purpose, and get to the boiling, skimming in the usual way, and filling up with fresh juice from time to time until they get as much boiled in as they wished. In one batch, they then boiled it down, putting in a little soda and skimming when required until it was very thick molasses – a stage known by the drops from the skimmer drawing out into thin sheets or fine threads – the pan was then lifted off the fire and the contents poured into a barrel with only one head, set in the kitchen near the stove, and covered with a quilt to prevent rapid cooling, in which operation the sugar grained at the bottom of the barrel, the molasses rising to the top, and when cool they were poured off into another vessel and the sugar put into a sack ported at the bottom to drain. The time of cooling was about 24 hours or a little more. The yield of sugar is about seven pounds to the gallon as taken from the pan. Specimens of the sugar can be seen at the stores of G. W. Bailey, C. M. Ray and O. F. Piper, and at the Journal office.
We found Mr. Hooker’s seed all sold to Mr. Scripps, of Rushville, but procured a large quantity of the same variety raised in the immediate neighborhood, for Mr. Belcher and Mr. Miller, also a supply for this vicinity, which may be found at the above named stores – Bailey’s being direct from Scripps of Rushville.
In compliance with a promise, I give this statement to the public with a few suggestions and a description of the cane.
1st. I would put my cane patch, if I could, on rather thin land. 2nd, I would soak my seed in pretty hot water for a few hours, then put it into a small sack and bury it in moist, mellow earth on the south side of a wall or some other object, until the hull of the seed began to open, when having my ground well prepared, I would plant about the width of corn – on clean land in drill, but on such as inclined to weed, in hills, and not until the season was good for planting corn. It will then come forward rapidly and be much easier to tend.
Mr. Miller, who has been experimenting on the sorghum and imphee for some years, recommends making up early in the season, when the seed is in the dough. He says the juice is sweeter at that stage and will give the best article of syrup. He and Mr. [obscured] kind of cane, with his Rotary pan for boiling.
The Hooker cane is, we suppose, the variety known as the Otaheitian. It has a long, slender stock, not so heacy a head as the Chinese or African, does not give suckers as they do, will bear about four or five stalks in a hill, and is as early at least as they are. It has been raised for two or three years in the neighborhood and may have become mixed with the other kinds. I would therefore recommend attention to this in procurring seed for another year, and have no doubt that even if somewhat adulterated it will be greatly superior to our old varieties. Mr. Hooker is an experienced maker of sugar from the tree, and it may be that such operating on a small scale may succeed best. A. BLACKBURN.
A Rural Copperhead.
One Abbott, the editor of the Macomb (Ill.) Eagle, and a small vender of rural treason, is abusing the City Hotel of Chicago because he was kicked out of it. The rustic martyr upon a late occasion came to this city and forgot to leave his treason behind him, but brought it to the City Hotel in the shape of a copperhead badge. The consequence was that he suddenly found himself in the street, and he ought not to complain, but thank his stars that he got off so cheaply. We do not know what is the fashion at Macomb – loyalty or disloyalty – but the former prevails here to a considerable extent, as this country martyr has found. The same kicking out would have occurred at any other hotel in the city, or in any decent society here, to the latter [obscured] young man is evidently a stranger. His Copperhead badge may do very well in Macomb, possibly, but this way it is emblematical of treason, and if he will very likely get kicked out again. As for the abuse of his two penny concern we suppose the City Hotel can stand it, and that jolly Dick Somers will not lose a pound of his fat. We advise the small rustic Copperhead to stay at home in future and preach his treason to his pigs, though even in that case he might get kicked out of the pen. – Chicago Tribune.
The Slime of the Serpent. – Abbott, the shameless treason-monger of the Macomb (Ill.) Eagle, who, for insulting the decent society he obtruded himself upon at the City Hotel in this city one day last week, by wearing a copperhead treason pin, was, at the request of the house, ordered to leave, blackguards the hotel and its loyal and gentlemanly proprietor in the last issue of his dirty sheet. The fellow calls his copperhead badge of treason, “the badge of liberty,” and calls the City Hotel, which is in fact a very well-kept and homelike public-house, “a one-horse tavern.” Next time Abbott comes to Chicago, we advise him to bethink himself that he may come in contact with decent people and to leave his badge behind. There is only one place in town, that we know of, where copperhead badges are tolerated with complacency, and that is the Times office – a place of very bad repute among patriots and honest men. – Chicago Journal.