November 26, 1864

Macomb Eagle

Close of the Volume.

            This number completes the eighth volume of The Eagle. For eight years it has been a chronicler, in an imperfect manner, we admit, of the events of the times. Four years of this, especially, have been a stormy period, and although the popular verdict has been rendered at large in opposition to the principles which this paper has maintained and advocated, yet within the immediate sphere of its influence these principles have always been endorsed by a decided majority of the resident voters. We see no occasion, at this time, to lose faith in the principles of Democracy, nor to doubt their ultimate and overwhelming triumph. But it were useless, at this juncture, to keep up the old fight with all the acerbity which marked the late campaign. The abolition party, flushed with victory, are even less disposed than formerly to listen to reason or argument. Things must take their course, and the inexorable logic of events will by and by unstop the ears that are now deaf and open the eyes that are now blind.

The victorious party have promised the people to restore the lost power of the Government over the revolted States, not by receiving them back with all their former rights as States unimpaired, but by means of military subjugation and the abolition of slavery. They are aware that they have a very large elephant on their hands, and this fact may account for the non-appearance of the rejoicings that usually attend a grand political triumph. – Having rejected negotiation as a means of ending the war, if they fail in their project, the ruin of the country is inevitable, and for that ruin they alone will be held responsible. We believe they will fail, and that they cannot postpone the fatal event a twelve-month longer. Abolitionism will then be hurled from power amid such a storm of popular obloquy and scorn, that its name will become an execration to all coming time. The Democratic party is now powerless to avert this impending ruin, but they will not cease to protest against it, and wash their hands of the gigantic crime.

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            → In Lincoln’s Philadelphia speech he said, “I ask for only four years more of war,” & c. Now let the banks and the men of wealth come down with the “dust,” and pay for four years more of war. Let the drafts go on – let them come thick and fast. Let the people, rich and poor, get their belly full of war. Give every body enough of war. Let Lincoln, and all the abolitionists, slake their thirst for blood. Now on, on with the war, until all fall through the bottom together.

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            → Had Lincoln’s administration shown half the vigor or wisdom in putting down the rebellion that it displayed in carrying the late election, the country would have been at peace long ago. But the talent that succeeds in an election by chicanery and fraud is something different from that required to plan and conduct a successful military campaign.

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            → Thursday was Lincoln, Yates & Co’s thanksgiving day. We suppose that all the Touch-hole Clergymen in the land have been thanking God that the war was not ended three years ago.

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Advice Misapplied.

            A republican contemporary suggest that the Democracy should advise the secessionists to lay down their arms and submit. The Democracy has had some experiences of the futility of good advice. For twenty years it has been advising its fellow citizens against the sectional passions which have torn open a great gulf between the North and the South. In return, it has lost power and been stigmatized with opprobrious epithets.

If men whose destiny, for weal or woe, is linked with ours receive advice in such a spirit, and treat it with such contumely, what have we to expect from those against whom the money and lives of the Democracy are being used in hostility?

From what we have read, we are satisfied that the southern people think that they know their own interest as well as the northern people, and as they are ready to suffer and die for their opinions, it would be utterly ridiculous for any portion of the northern people to offer them advice. That is the office of friends. They have made their bed, and they must lie on it; the northern people have also made their bed, and they must lie on it. The Democracy has long been, and for two years, at least, must be utterly without the power even of self-protection; and from no set of men could any advice come with a worse grace than from Democrats.

When the republic shall have learned, by a bitter experience, that it can only march to success under the banner of the Constitution, then the Democracy will be ready to advise. Until then it has only one duty: to obey the laws, and to keep its armor bright and its limbs exercised.

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Eastward from Atlanta.

            From Atlanta to Augusta, by railroad, is 17 miles. From Augusta to Charleston 137 miles. From Atlanta to Macon, 103 miles. From Macon to Savannah, 190 miles. From Augusta to Savannah, 182 miles. The country from Atlanta toward Augusta is quite rolling, and in places, rocky with plenty of small streams and springs, and abundance of wood and forage for an army. It is really a well settled farming country. There are but few swamps, and the roads generally are good. The only serious obstructions that the inhabitants could place in the way of an army would be the destruction of bridges over the Savannah at Augusta. If they [?] that the army could turn its attention first upon Savannah instead of Charleston, or it could “re-bridge” the river without any serious delay. The country between Augusta and Charleston is not as good as toward Atlanta. Part of it is inhabited by poor “sandhillers,” and part of it is very sparsely inhabited. From Branchville – the point where the railroads from Augusta and Columbia unite – to Charleston is 62 miles, the country is very flat, with a good deal of swamps, and in summer time is so miasmatic that settlements are sparse, through there are some large plantations, and when cotton was king there were a great many slaves kept at work upon all the dry spots of that swampy region. It is not a bad one to march through in cool weather. It would be deadly in summer. Immediately around Charleston the land is very flat, sandy or swampy. The road from Augusta to Columbia, the capital of South Carolina, is “across the ridges,” which are generally low sand hills and over small streams, the borders of which are cultivated by small cotton planters and farmers who keep a good deal of stock and plenty of grain and sweet potatoes. The Congaree river, at Columbia, is a respectable sized mill stream, nothing more, and so is the Wateree, eastward of it, and so are the two Pedees and if an army ever has to march from Augusta to Wilmington, it will find no serious obstruction in the way, except in a time of high water, when every small stream overflows its low banks and covers a broad swamp. The whole way is a good country for an army to march and subsist in. The distance from Augusta to Columbia is about eighty miles, and from Columbia to Wilmington, (N. C.) about two hundred miles. Some of the richest cotton planters of South Carolina are found along the river, which such a march would cross.

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            → We are collecting and publishing all the information we can obtain, for the benefit of those who are looking for some land where they may live in freedom and peace.

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            → S. K. Pendleton, Esq., of Hire town, sells all of his stock and farming tools on the 8th day of December next. Mr. P. intends starting for the Pacific side in a few weeks, for the purpose of looking for a new home.

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            → J. R. Brown, Esq., for some five years a resident of Oregon, is now on a visit to this city, his former residence. He is well pleased with the Pacific side, and insists that it is “the place to live.”

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            How to Keep the Party Alive. – Subscribe for your county paper. Persuade your neighbors to subscribe for it. Advertise in it. And furnish the editor with all the local matters that may transpire in your vicinity.

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            Winter. – Winter in earnest has set in. A strong wind from the northwest on Sunday and Sunday night was followed by intense cold on Monday and Tuesday. The latter day, although the sun shone brightly, did not soften the “nubs” in the road. If the winter shall continue as it has commenced it will prove severe enough.

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            → Who wants to buy a piano, melodeon, or harmonium? The lucky individual who may be in pursuit of such an instrument can hear of a bargain by applying at this office. – Any style of instrument, from a thousand dollar piano down to an eighty dollar melodeon, disposed of, from the best manufacturers in the country.

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            In and Out. – Last Wednesday a horse thief, who gave his name as Erastus Hart, alias George Smith, was arrested and lodged in the jail in this city. Thursday night be contrived to cut the grating over the large room in the lower story of the jail, and then climbing up escaped through the hole by which Medley cleared himself. The sheriff offers a reward of $100 for his capture and return.

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            → The farmers who have been so annoyed, when coming to Macomb, by the cows or horses eating the hay, straw, etc., out of their wagons, will be glad to learn that our city council have passed an ordinance to protect their property from such destruction. The information may not be so pleasant to the owners of those cattle which have regularly gained their winter’s subsistence by stealing from the wagons of the country people. We hope the ordinance will be rigidly enforced.

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            → The man who took a dress coat from the store of W. Wetherhold, on Wednesday forenoon, is requested to return it to Mr. Rose at the store. It belongs to Joel W. Pennington, and he cannot afford to lose it.

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            A Toast. – “The United States – united they are too strong for the world to conquer; divided they are too weak to conquer each other.”

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