Preserve the Peace.
We do not feel disposed to rejoice over the causeless alarm which the republicans of this town worked themselves into on last Tuesday. The Democrats have neither threats nor preparations to disturb any man or body of men who “behave themselves.” The peace of this town and county can be preserved by very simple means, and that is for everybody to attend to his his own business. If the republicans will stop their threats about destroying the lives and property of Democrats – stop denouncing their neighbors as “traitors,” “rebels,” sympathizers,” etc – and use their influence to prevent unlawful arrests and other violations of law by those in authority – when they do this, they may bid farewell to their fears and sleep in peace. The republicans need not flatter themselves that when they begin to mob and burn the fun will be all on one side. They have as much to lose as Democrats have, and common sense ought to teach them that they should say no more about others than they are willing that others should say about them – that they should make no more threats against their neighbors than they are willing for their neighbors to make and execute upon them. The duty of preserving peace and friendship is reciprocal; the obligation is equally binding upon one party as upon the other. The Democrats have suffered and borne enough to give assurance of their pacific intentions; but it will be well to warn the “leaguers” that a point may be reached when forbearance will cease to be a virtue. We trust that this point may never be reached; and we know that it never will be through any fault or folly or crime of the Democrats of this county. There are republicans who yet possess good sense and discretion, who can, if they will try, restrain the fanatical can lawless in their own party, and if they do this there will be no outbreak by others. The Democrats will do their part as becomes citizens having a common interest in the peace and welfare of the country.
Don’t come all at Once.
We warn and request Democrats not to come to town all at once, for the consequences might be dreadful. – Hereafter not more than two Democrats from the country should come to Macomb on the same day, or there will be loss of sleep – a hurrying to and fro – a sharpening of rusty knives, and an armed patrol of the streets on part of the republicans who intend to “support the government.” On Tuesday last there was as many as a dozen Democrats in town, and the bare appearance of so many blood-thirsty devils threw the valiant royal leaguers into such a fright that they have not yet recovered from it. True the Democrats did not molest anybody, they transacted their business without getting up a fight, they even spoke to their acquaintances, laughed and joked as usual, paid for their lemonade, and went home when they got ready. But the leaguers took the alarm, one smelt treason in the air, another snuffed copperheads afar off, another heard a singular sound in the brush as he was after his cow, another said he saw a tin trumpet in one wagon and a skyrocket in another, another heard a Democrat swear as he left town; and when all these alarming and horrifying reports were put together, the hearts of the stoutest leaguers began to quake. Something must be done, or the city would be laid in ashes before morning – and they would show in this crisis that they would “support the government.” So a large number of “police” were appointed to watch the city and put out the fire that they expected would be kindled in a dozen different places. Sentinels were sent – some of them several miles out – on all the roads leading into town. Every republican who could trust his precious head out of his house after nine o’clock was either a regular or volunteer “policeman.” With what unwearying vigil did they watch over the doomed city, expecting every instant to hear the war whoop of the terrible copperheads! A footfall on the sidewalk, the bellowing of a cow, the squealing of a pig, the crowing of a cock, or the barking of an unlicensed dog, causing the intrepid sentinel to start in alarm and his hair to stand on end. Thus they trembled and watched, and strained their eyes to discover the kindling of the flames which should light the heavens with the fiery glow of the city’s destruction. During all, this time the Democrats of the city and country slept the sweet sleep of the innocent and virtuous, all unconscious of the terrible fright prevailing among the republicans of Macomb, and how they sacrificed sleep and the peaceful repose of the members of their households, in the patriotic purpose of “supporting the government.” The consequences of the night of terror are dreadful. – Republicans who were not twenty-five on Tuesday now look old enough for thirty-five, and those who were thirty-five before are gray-haired and look old enough for forty-five. The owls will hoot in the merchant’s stores and wolves will make their lair in the courtyard, if the Democrats come to town in such numbers again.
At Alvah Clark’s grove, New Salem township, on Saturday, Aug. 29th, at 2 o’clock p. m. Speeches by T. E. Morgan and Nelson Abbott.
At the school house near John Price’s, in Eldorado township, on Saturday, Aug. 29th at 7 o’clock p. m. Speeches by Morgan and Abbott.
At Raritan, Henderson county, on Saturday, Aug. 29th, at 1 o’clock p. m. Speeches by J. C. Thompson and J. H. Hungate.
A party of fifty or sixty soldiers stopped near Middletown in this county on Sunday night last. A part or all of them went to the house of J. A. Gibson, and finding nobody at home they used what they wanted of his small stock of provisions and then destroyed the balance. Before leaving they broke up his furniture, threw the cupboard ware out doors, tore the beds to pieces, and did what other damage they conveniently could. Mr. Gibson’s loss is some $40 or $50. There can be no possible excuse or justification of this matter. The soldiers who did this should be made to pay exemplary damages, and the officers who would permit them to do it deserve severe penalties by a court martial.
→ “A guilty conscience needs no accuser.” Upon this hypothesis the alarm and fright of the guerilla leaguers can be readily understood. We trust this visitation of the discipline of fear will be received with penitent hearts, and be eventually blessed for their advancement in honest purposes and a turning away from their wicked practices.
→ We are indebted to Mr. M. Rogers for a basket of fine cooking apples and an armful of green corn.
Also to Mrs. Chatterton for a basket of the finest summer apples that we have seen.
→ The weather for five or six days has been oppressively warm – probably the warmest of the season. The very earth gapes for a refreshing shower.
Trouble in Fulton County.
We find in the Canton Ledger of Tuesday a statement of the arrest of certain persons in that county last week, as follows:
On Wednesday night last a company of cavalry entered Isabel township, it is said to enforce the enrollment and also to arrest deserters. They entered the house of John Lane, after the family had gone to bed, and arrested a young man in the employ of Mr. Lane. We are informed he was not a deserter, and made no resistance. After his arrest one of the soldiers shot him and wounded him so severely that he was not expected to recover. They also arrested Mr. Lane and three of his sons; but Mr. L. and one son were released. After this they went to the house of John Graham, and breaking into house arrested him and one or two others. – Mr. Graham fired at and wounded one of the soldiers. The cavalry then started for Lewistown, where they arrived early Thursday morning.
The wounding of the young man at Mr. Lane’s and the arrests so exasperated the citizens of the vicinity that a large number of them armed themselves and followed the cavalry, determined on revenge; but were prevented by Judge Bryant, Maj. Waggoner, and others, from doing anything.
We were at Vermont on Saturday, and understood substantially the facts as related above; also that the prisoners were to be taken to Springfield and there delivered to the civil authorities for trial. These difficulties are directly traceable to the infamous and illegal conduct of certain republicans in that county.
Correspondence of The Macomb Eagle.
Wastedo, July 28, 1863.
We are having a fine, delightful summer, refreshing showers, keeping off the oppressive heat. Rye and barley are in shock, and the golden fields of wheat are beginning to fall before the reaper. The early wheat is as fine as I have ever seen, and will make twenty to thirty bushels per acre. This would be considered a large yield in Illinois; but the old settlers here say it is only a common yield for Minnesota. The late sowed is not so good – but it stands from three to four feet high, and would be called in Illinois very good wheat.
We had a frost the 11th of this month, that killed all the corn on the bottom lands. There is a good deal of this kind of land in cultivation in Minnesota. The high prairie escaped the frost, and our corn on the prairie looks well.
The people settled here are Americans, Norwegians, Swedes, and a few Irish, English and Germans. The Norwegians are an industrious, clever sort of people; religiously they are Lutherans, politically they are Democrats of the right stripe. The Swedes are republicans generally, but they are getting their eyes open a little. One of them told me a few days ago that they were sold to the republican party by their priests, and I think if they were enlightened a little they would not remain sold long. And this Abraham is doing, for they do not like to go to war, and they flinch when the pocket is touched. – There is a growing enthusiasm for the Constitution and laws, although this has been a perfect hotbed of abolitionism. Last spring this town elected every Democrat but one – the first time it ever did half so well. We think it will go clean Democratic this fall; — and there will be a large Democratic gain in the State.
Some eighteen miles from where we live, on the right bank of the Mississippi, stands the beautiful town of Red Wing, almost as large as Macomb, though not more than half so old. Here you might pass a few hours very pleasantly in looking at the business that is done in a Minnesota town; but as you pass along you must keep out of the way of the “horned horses,” for it beats any place for foreigners and ox-teams I ever saw. When you get tired of looking at the town and four or five large saw mills that are sending off their thousands of feet of lumber daily, you may then go down to Barren Bluff, which stands at the edge of town, and then climb nearly three hundred feet high. We will not promise that you can see Illinois, but you may have a beautiful view of Lake Pepin and the surrounding country.
J. K. M.
A Dignified School Ma’am.
To the Editor of The Macomb Eagle:
As a citizen, a tax payer, and one who takes great interest in the success of our city schools – I would like to know whether the gentle men comprising the board of school inspectors approve the action of one of the assistant teachers, who upon meeting Gil Smith the other day on the street, after his fight with Mr. Kendrick, went up to him, told Smith her name, gave him her hand, and praised him for “whipping a copperhead.” Without entering into the merits of the quarrel between Smith and Kendrick – for I know nor care nothing about that – I would like to know whether our school inspectors think any such person is calculated to improve the morals of our children. I am well aware that Mrs. Dewey or Miss Dean have too high and correct conceptions of the actions and refined manners that should govern ladies, to stoop to such conduct; but they are not employed by the present board of inspectors. If the lady in question was not guilty of so acting, then Smith tells what is not so, for he has told it publicly. I would be glad to know that was not true. MACOMB.
P. S. If this lady will take the trouble to enquire for what offense or crime the man she gave her hand to was compelled to clandestinely leave this town and county, I think her mortification will be complete. M.