HISTORY OF THE 84TH REGI-
MENT ILL. VOLS.
BY L. A. SIMMONS.
Soon it was discovered that the enemy were endeavoring to turn our left flank, and the 3d brigade of Palmer’s division was ordered from the hasty line of breastworks above mentioned, to check the enemy ere they should enfilade our lines. The brigade did not relish this movement, and were reluctant to leave their defences, which Col. Waters had been the first to recommend and his regiment the first to put up; but they were too good soldiers to hesitate. In a few moments they were speedily moving by the flank to the position assigned them, when they came upon the enemy in strong force, so concealed by the brush and underwood that our first intimation of their presence was a sharp volley, which killed and wounded quite a number. A line of battle was however formed under a galling fire; but the force of the enemy who now charged upon the brigade was so large that Col. Grose was obliged to effect a hasty retreat, in which his brigade fell into considerable confusion, and some portions were separated from it, and could not regain their places until evening.
Suddenly a frightful yell, sharp, clear and distinct, above the din of battle, rang out directly in front of our left, and we knew that it must be the enemy making a grand charge to crush and annihilate our army at this vital point. Each moment the battle became more fierce and furious; battery after battery in quick succession opened upon the charging masses of the enemy; and soon at least one half the muskets of our whole army were sending forth their deadly shower of Minnie; fifty or more pieces of artillery were belching forth the terrible shrapnel, grape and cannister; and in the face of this sulphurious storm of lead and iron hail, on, on came the heavy columns of the enemy, to be hurled back in confusion after rallying several times, and fighting with the frenzy of desperation. It was like the billows of the ocean dashing against a rocky shore in a storm. – Like a rock stood our valiant line, and surge after surge of the living waves of fighting men was dashed to pieces against it; though fearfully weakened by the assaults, it could not be driven from its position. The terrible yell now died away, or was drowned by the deep, constant, unremitted roar of artillery and hideous din and clatter of musketry. “There were time when the elastic atmosphere and impressive earth seemed to throb with the pulse of battle.” The terrific charge on the left had been repulsed. Thomas’ noble corps, strengthened by Palmer’s and Johnson’s divisions, had stubbornly maintained their ground. It was now twelve o’clock, and the firing gradually extended toward the right, until the whole line, except Davis’ and Sheridan’s divisions, were engaged; fresh batteries were now opened, and the dreadful fury of the fighting at this time can scarcely be conceived or realized, except by those who witnessed or were in it engaged; Language seems totally inadequate to describe it. An eloquent correspondent says: “A dozen claps of thunder at the same instant might have been heard above the din of that fearful noon, but it would scarcely have sensibly increased the crushing column of sound.”
The divisions of Brannan, Beard, Reynolds, Johnson, Palmer, Wood and Negley are putting forth their utmost strength, and though the grand charge of the enemy has been repulsed, our lines were greatly weakened, and now the enemy brings forward his powerful reserves, and combining them with the shattered divisions which have been driven back, again hurls upon our devoted left a stupendous and overpowering force. It was in vain that our noble divisions attempted to check and drive back this tremendous torrent of fresh troops. Valiantly, stubbornly, even desperately did they maintain their ground; but division after division was crushed and borne back by the force of numbers as well as the fury of the onslaughts. Sometimes a brigade would be completely overpowered; and finding it impossible to maintain its ground, would break to atoms and rush a few hundred yards to the rear – not to straggle off and give up the day, but there to reform and again charge into the thickest of the fight, making the solid columns of the enemy recoil and waver; then on again came the heavy masses of the enemy, and a division would be scattered life chaff from the windmill before it; but though it might go back upon a run, it was only to gain a little time, and a few hundred yards to the westward the enemy would come upon it as perfectly organized as before the battle commenced – as determined and resolute as though it had never been forced to retreat or give up an inch of contested ground. Gen. Thomas was now virtually commanding the whole army – the gluttonous left had swallowed up all other commands; and though the great and glorious old General had all the divisions under his control, he was unable for a time entirely to check the steady advance of Bragg’s, Buckner’s and Longstreet’s combined legions. It is past two o’clock, and slowly and steadily the deadly roar and din moves westward; yet not an instant does Gen. Thomas, though driven from ridge to ridge, waver in his determination to hold the field. – Division after division has been forced back; battery after battery has been hurried from one elevation to another a little further to the rear, there again to pour forth its double charges of grape and canister, and mow broad swaths through the dense colomns that struggling towards it. Not a moment for hours has the deadly carnage ceased; and well was it for the surviving portion of the army that the almost deafening thunder of artillery had summoned the last unemployed divisions (Gen. Granger’s command) to the assistance of the inflexible Thomas, and the indomitable divisions under him. When Gen. Wood was removed to the left, Gens. Davis and Sheridan had attempted to close the gap that made by a rapid movement in the same direction. – Davis succeeded in reaching his position, but was unable to resist the storm; like the divisions further to the left he was slowly driven back. – Sheridan was now forced to abandon the strong position he had taken in the morning and moved forward his unfaltering regiments on the double quick to aid Davis. One brigade (Col. Seiboldt’s) he orders to deploy into line of battle on the run as they come under fire, and charge upon the enemy who is now bearing Davis steadily back. The charge is instantly made, but before it strikes the enemy, one of Davis’ brigades is enfiladed, and the men are only able to escape being taken prisoners by running to the right, into the very midst of the charging column, and this tears it to pieces. – Gen. Lytle now came in with his brigade, but as he is forming in line of battle is struck by a ball in the head, and falls into the arms of his Aid. – The enemy charge in with resistless fury, and in a few moments General Sheridan with his entire division is separated by a superior force from the left under Gen. Thomas. He rapidly gathers up his scattered brigades and strikes into a defile in Missionary Ridge, hoping still to rejoin the main army, or to reach Chattanooga. – This movement of the enemy in cutting off Sheridan and crushing Davis’ divisions swung back our right so that all that remained of the army was concentrated directly in front of the gap through which the road passes to Rossville; and here Gen. Thomas was still holding with inflexible tenacity when the intrepid Gen. Steadman came up with his fresh brigade, which was quickly followed by most of Gen. Granger’s command, who immediately went into the fight, with a vigor and resolution that speedily told upon the fatigued and shattered columns of the enemy. They had not before been engaged in this battle; and though they made a hurried march over the mountain ridge, they were fresh and vigorous besides troops that had seen two days hard fighting. Thus reinforced, Gen. Thomas was not only able to maintain his position at the foot of Missionary Ridge, but as the enemy began to show signs of fatigue, to press forward and regain some of the strong positions from which he had been driven after a valorous and stubborn resistance; and when night threw its gloomy mantle over the sanguinary field, he was master of the gap and road leading to toward Chattanooga. The enemy was baffled, the army was saved, and we were still in possession of the objective point of the campaign, though a terrible price had this day been paid for its retention. From ten o’clock in the morning until dark the battle had raged with unabated and relentless fury; but now the thunder of artillery was hushed, the fearful clatter of musketry slowly died away, and soon after dark entirely ceased. The whole army had fought nobly. Overpowered by superior numbers it had been partially crushed; but its spirit and resolution was indomitable. The men were not whipped, though they had failed to hold the field. We had lost heavily, but considering the fury of the contest for so many hours incessantly waged, it was by no means so large as might have been expected. The enemy’s loss greatly exceeded ours, for we had every advantage in the way of artillery. They had depended upon the musket and bayonet almost entirely, and had brought but few batteries into action, while upon our side a host of batteries had been brought into play with tremendous effect during the whole day’s fight. We had lost many guns, but they had mown down the enemy most fearfully until the last moment before they were surrendered. About five o’clock in the evening a rallying line had been formed near Rossville, and here all men not wounded were required to fall into ranks; hundreds were coming back looking for their regiments, not excited or frightened, but leisurely and quietly as though the army had been victorious. Thousands now fell into ranks at this line, and soon a second line was formed, extending to a considerable distance to the right and left of the main road, and as soon as night came on the work of reorganizing the scattered regiments, they shattered brigades and the broken divisions commenced. Gens. McCook and Crittenden during the afternoon, finding themselves without commands had rode back to Chattanooga, but before dark were again at the front, and assisted in collecting and reorganizing the army. During the night Gen. Thomas took a strong position on Missionary Ridge, where he could make the gap impregnable by the enemy, and strong lines of breastworks were thrown up at every position taken. The remainder of the army was concentrated west of the Ridge near Rossville, and fortified their position strongly. General Sheridan, who had been cut off from the main body, and who, with his whole division was said to be captured, about midnight reported to Gen. Thomas, with more men and artillery than he taken into the fight on Sunday morning. He had turned the enemy’s flank, had collected all the pieces of regiments and scattered troops that came in his way, and had brought off nearly all his own artillery, and a whole battery abandoned by one of Johnson’s divisions.
During this busy night the immense wagon trains of the whole army were collected in and about Chattanooga, and commenced crossing the Tenn. River on the pontoon bridge; while on the road toward Bridgeport were hundreds of slightly, and many severely wounded, who yet being able to walk, were making all possible speed toward the railroad, knowing that they would be hurried back to Nashville, where they could be properly cared for and have their wounds dressed. The road from Rossville to Chattanooga during the whole afternoon had been lined with wounded and stragglers; the former received all the care and attention the brigade there stationed could possibly give them – the latter were hurried back toward the front by vigilant officers.
When the sun arose on Monday morning, which was chilly and glum as that of Sunday, the army was lying quietly behind their hasty fortifications, the grime of battle still upon their faces, only changing the firm determined look of inflexible resolution and courage, to a grave savageness or ferocity of demeanor. The troops felt that the worst was over; that they had been forced back only by overwhelming numbers; that the spirit of the army was yet unbroken, and it was prepared now to give the enemy a more terrible repulse than he had at any time received in the previous encounters. – The army was forced back, but was not whipped – was not even disheartened. The enemy had suffered so terribly that he was in no haste to renew the battle. Towards noon he sent forward a strong skirmish line, evidently feeling for the position we had selected; and when our men arose behind their breastworks and poured in a volley, the line broke up and precipitately retreated. In the afternoon, seeing that our army was receiving a supply of rations, they threw a few shot and shell, which did no damage whatever – and so passed the day, in comparative quiet, after the desperate struggle, the indescribable contest of the preceding day. The wagon trains all day long were being hurried across the river at Chattanooga, and in front of the city Gen. Rosecrans had his whole engineer corps employed in laying out a line of fortifications from the river above, across to the base of Lookout Mountain. During Monday night the whole army fell back to this line of defense, and when morning broke quite a strong line of works had been thrown up, and the whole effort of the day was to render this line impregnable. The timber along the line was rapidly felled and piled up to begin the works, and every spade, pick and shovel that had been brought across the mountains was constantly in use. Before night, on Tuesday, September 22nd, the enemy were in full view upon Missionary Ridge, and swung round to our right until they took possession of Lookout Mountain. Our hospitals were now established on the north side of the river, and were crowded with wounded men, though thousands had already been sent back toward Nashville. The enemy showed no intention of an immediate attack, but holding a line from the river above to the river below, was evidently resolved upon a seige.
[To be Continued.]
Morris Chase. – Our neighbor of the Journal seems to take it in “high dudgeon” that this gentleman should consent to run on the Democratic ticket for County Clerk after serving as a soldier in the war. The Journal seems to think that the war was waged against the principles of the Democratic party, and that those who served in it must come out on the side of freedom and negro suffrage. But the soldiers who have honestly and nobly defended the flag of their country, are of a different opinion. The Journal doubtless thinks because men like Mr. Simmons, who started out in the war on the southern secession platform, assuming a coat of galvanized loyalty, enlisting in the army, and returning home to the bosom of the Journal and its friends, to accept a nomination from those who had recently abused him, that the conversion of such men as Mr. Chase to their ranks ought to be an easy matter. – The Journal will have its per-Simmons knocked off in November in fine style, and Morris will Chase Ervin clear out of the ring.
The Crisis. – Wendell Phillips thus defined the crisis before the great convention recently held in Massachusetts:
“Now comes the crisis. What is the negro? Well, I say, in the face of all prejudice, that amid the gallantry, the patience, the heroism of this war, THE NEGRO TAKES THE PALM.”
White soldiers will please stand aside, and let the negro take his palm for “gallantry, patience and heroism.” Indeed are we a “progressive people?” if all these noble qualities predominate in the negro race. It is up on this hypothesis, we presume, that the miscegenationists hold to the doctrine that the white race is fast wearing out like the Indian tribes, and that the only method of invigorating and building up the feeble and dilapidated constitutions of the white race, is to mix the white blood with the black. In other words, they believe the negro to be the true type of manhood, combining athletic qualities with true beauty and suavity, as well as genuine, unblemished virtue. Mixing the races, they contend in all candor, will improve the breed, and produce a mongrel population far superior to either race as they exist separately. Such is negro fanaticism.
Neither Here nor There.
Mr. Simmons, in his speech at Prairie City said that he did not know whether he was for or against negro suffrage, but thought he was opposed to it at present; he would give the subject a thorough examination, and may be he would be for it, meaning doubtless that if he thought it would win he would go for it. Mr. Blakburn followed Mr. S., and took ground in favor of it, and said it was now the great principle of the Union or Republican party. Can’t some loyal man smoke Simmons out?
→ We are told that Simmons said in his speech at Pennington’s Point, that whenever he reflected about the position he now occupies, it reminded him of Judas – minus the 30 pieces of silver. We don’t doubt it!
THEN AND NOW.
Republican Timber Hewn Down
THE JOURNAL VENTILATES ITS OWN
CANDIDATE FOR JUDGE.
Mr. Editor: – Since L. A. Simmons has become Abolition candidate for County Judge, it is legitimate to give to the public his character and record. We find the following in the “Macomb Journal” of April 26th, 1861, edited then by Magie & Nichols:
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.?
The abolition oracle of this county then regarded Simmons as to vile and low to associate with a nigger because of said speech at Middleton; but, since Simmons has experienced that change of heart known only to pliable politicians, said oracle regards him as worthy to associate with negroes on his equality platform, and has no further castigations for Tinsley’s negro, for being caught in bad company. Mr. Simmons can now indulge to his heart’s content in sporting with negroes with perfect impunity, so far as the Journal is concerned. What would said negro think to see his friend on the bench as Judge of McDonough County? Simmons and the Journal agreed then as they do now on the status of the negro. The Middletown speech split them. Since they are together now, the public wants to know who changed? If Simmons changed was it not for the loaves and fishes? Might he not change again? – Can Republicans trust him? An Eel, viewed o’er a pile of greenbacks, looks as green as
L. A. S.
Rev. Roach in a New Role.
To the Editor of the Eagle: – Sir: At a Soldier’s Dinner, given at Pennington Point, one of the speakers on that occasion, Reverend Roach, took occasion to abuse and stigmatise Morris Chandler, candidate for County Clerk on the Democratic ticket. He said Mr. Chase had humbled himself to get into the Democratic party, &c. I think if the respective merits of Mr. Chase and Mr. Roach were contrasted, facts would show that Mr. Roach is the man who has humbled himself, and stands more debased in the eyes of the public than any Democrat in McDonough county. From the pulpit to debauchery, and from debauchery to the stump, he attempts to drag others down to his own level, and make the name of an honored soldier as contemptible as his own. The reputation of Morris Chase among his comrades in arms is that of a brave soldier, and a true gentleman. While he lay in Andersonville Prison, this same Roach was away on furlough preaching abolitionism, and against the exchange of prisoners, except as white man for nigger. – Such hypocritical specimens of humanity deserve to be held up to the scorn of all honest men. Away with all such destroyers of virtue! Good people have but little use for such Roaches!
X. Y. Z.
For the Macomb Eagle.
Bread and Butter – Privates and
Mr. Editor: – This seems to be a strange world, and strange things are done now days. These thoughts are induced by looking at the two candidates who are now before the people of this county for County Clerk. On the so-called Union Ticket we find Mr. Capt. Wm. Ervin, a very estimable gentleman, who was formerly the taker of the census of this county, appointed by Mr. Buchanan on account of his being an anti Douglas man whose Democracy was of such a pure stripe that he could not support Mr. Douglas on account of his antislavery proclivities, and who afterwards went into the war under a pair of “shoulder straps,” as captain of a company, and bore his burden gracefully for three years, drawing two hundred dollars per month for his gallantry, and now seeks the office of County Clerk, as the nominee of the abolitionists, on the plea that he needs the office to supply his “bread and butter,” against Morris Chase, a democrat always, who also volunteered and served his country in the field with a musket on his shoulder at thirteen dollars a month, and spent five months of his service in the Andersonville Prison, because this Union administration under the management of Ben. Butler (also a Breckenridge Democrat,) thought our brave “soldiers had better rot and die in prison rather than exchange, unless the Confederate government would exchange niggers for white soldiers. These are the two candidates for County Clerk. Voters of McDonough county choose ye between them.
A BOY IN BLUE,
But not a Shoulder-Strap.
Republican Teachings in Mc-
Editor of the Eagle: – Allow me to call attention to a few facts in regard to the position of the political parties in this county.
There was a studied effort on the part of the republican convention to avoid the question of negro suffrage. By adopting the policy as the party has done in Iowa and Minnesota, they feared that they would loose votes, and as for denouncing the policy, it was as far from their intention as the East is from the West; hence they were non-committal. But the Oracles of the party in this county both at Bushnell and Macomb have followed in the wake of the Tribune and other leading abolition papers in this State, and advocate negro equality. So the public need not be deceived. Here is what the Bushnell Union Press says:
“The platform is scarcely up to the times. The Union men of McDonough county might, with some show of truth, be accused of dodging political questions, and tying the people’s or rather the “old soldier’s” tack as the means of electing their ticket. We hope the ticket will be successful; the candidates are worthy, and we only regret that the Convention did not go farther, and show the people that the Unionists of McDonough are not afraid to stand on the new issues that come up in consequence of the reconstruction of the Southern States.
The alternatives of universal suffrage or representation according to voters, will have to be presented to the South, and the Union party will necessarily have to enforce this demand, or surrender to a great extent the fruits of victory so nobly won at the cannon’s mouth. The principle is just, the leading publications of the party indorse it, men high in the confidence of the administration write letters showing that the President is not opposed to it – and the steering clear of such a question by the Convention is certainly not an oversight.
The question can not be dodged. The Democracy will insist on it, and the only difference in the contest will be that if we attempt to dodge, it will be proved that the Union party, as a party is in favor of universal suffrage, limited only by intelligence, whereas if we announce that to be the case at the outset, we will occupy a true position, and can devote our time and talents to defending the principle, instead of quibbling to avoid the responsibility.
In our gratitude to the soldiers the colored men should be remembered as well as whites, and if we give all the offices to the white soldiers, we should at least grant to the black soldiers the privilege of voting for them. The black man who enlisted to serve the country which has so long been making compromises at his expense, is fully as deserving of credit as many others, some of whom went for the little offices they got, and the chances offered to make money. While all who served in the ranks are entitled to our gratitude for what they have done and endured, we cannot blind ourselves to the fact that some did not go with the best of motives; while the negroes, whose claims on our gratitude are fully equal to those of the others, (although attempted at times to be ignored,) entered the service with less hope of reward than any others who followed the flag. We are in favor of allowing all men to vote who were good enough to carry muskets.”
The Macomb Journal is not a whit behind its neighbor in the avowed abolition policy. The following occurs in the issue of said paper, June 23, 1865:
“We think that no community ever suffered by giving social and political preferment to her best citizens. The Eagle man pathetically implores us to answer the question whether we are in “favor of allowing the negro to vote, hold office, and marry white.” We candidly reply that when the law taxes the negro the same as a white man, and in war makes him liable to a draft the same as a white man, we can see no reason why he should not vote the same as a white man. We have been educated to believe that taxation without representation is oppression. About the negro holding office, we believe that the people should be left perfectly free to do just as they please in the matter. We want no legislative restrictions on the subject.”
I understand that their candidates for Treasurer and School Commissioner are committed to negro suffrage.
Their other candidates are equally bound by the issue.
The Republican party are in favor of exempting government bonds from taxation, and compelling the laboring classes to foot the enormous national debt. Their candidates avow hat policy on the stump.
Mr. Hainline and his friends are opposed to paying off our County Bonds. – Our bondholders should look well to their ticket, and see that no man’s name appears thereon who is in favor of repudiating our County indebtedness.
For the Macomb Eagle.
Political. – No. 2.
Mr. Editor: – I will commence where I left of in your last issue, and will reiterate my last proposition therein made, which was and is, that the Republican party are in favor of negro suffrage, and that the Democratic party are opposed to it. Fearing that some one might be disposed to controvert the proposition that the Republican party are in favor of negro suffrage, I will state the evidence and facts which have induced me to make the assertion. It will be remembered that by every one that the negro was not in the commencement of the war, claimed to be qualified to discharge the duties of American soldier, but it was claimed by the “friends” of the negro, that he was fit for and well qualified to perform the drudgery of the camp, and act as a menial in the military service of the Government; and for such menial service he was to receive a less compensation than the white soldier was to receive. But after his first step had been taken, and the negro had been placed in the service of the Federal Government as aforesaid, the “same men” who had insisted that the negro should be employed by the Government, now clamored that he might be dressed in the federal uniform and a musket placed in his hand; that in fact he was better fitted than the white man for the battle field; that he was superior in courage and force of endurance to the white soldier; that he had an instinct for military drilling that astonished every one. With such a prestige the negro entered the army. It was about this time in the history of the war that the “loyal” had discovered the true cause of the failure so far to put down the rebellion, and that the North never could whip the South unless the negro was permitted to enter the army and appear upon the battle field; and if he should be placed in the army, a few months of negro valor would dissipate and destroy the entire confederate army. So, under these favorable auspices the negro entered the army, rigged “in blue,” a musket in his hand, showing his ivory to the astonished multitude who gazed upon him as he drilled;
“They gazed, and gazed, and looked aghast,
To view the negroes as they past.”
Greece, Rome, France, England and American had sent their thousands to the field of victory or death, but among all the host sent forth to battle their equals did not appear, and it was reserved for the “loyal” of the nineteenth century in America to discover the true type of a soldier. Special correspondents were sent by the “loyal newspapers in America to the battle field to record the deeds of valor on the bloody field of battle of the new soldiery. It made no difference whether the negro ran away and hid or remained upon the field of battle, he was almost the only personage noticed by such correspondents. If it would not be treating the negro with disrespect, I would say all this was done by the “loyal” and the “loyal correspondents” to manufacture political capital for the negro, and to degrade the white soldier to the common level of the negro, so that when the war would be over, these same “loyal ones” could say, “will you deny to the negro the right of suffrage when you remember his deeds of valor during the rebellion, and that it was mainly through his valor that the rebellion was crushed; that the press of this country teemed with his praise?” Mr. Editor, I will not stop to enquire what a compliment this is to the bravery, endurance and intelligence of the white soldier; nor will I refer to the many (on paper) battles won by negro valor, nor to the enormous fuss made all over the country by “loyal” when a negro happened to be killed in battle or captured as a prisoner of war by the confederates. A thousand white men might be killed, and it would be recorded, “we lost a thousand men;” but if a negro fell, great was the fall thereof; tears fell, the nation wept and lamentation was abroad in the land. I have followed this train of thought far enough, and will say that I am content to leave the question of negro valor and negro voting with the soldier – the white soldier who saw him in the army and knows all about the services he performed. I will now attempt to show how the Republican party stand upon this question of negro voting, by their acts. In the states of Vermont, Iowa, Connecticut, and Minnesota, where they thought they had nothing to fear, they adopted in their state platforms a plank in favor of negro suffrage, and in the states of Ohio, Michigan and New York, where they thought their success doubtful if they adopted such a plank, they dodged that question – not because they were not in favor of it, but because they were afraid the white soldiers would not vote their ticket if they made a plank favoring negro suffrage, &c.; and because the Republican party in each of those states last named did not face the question and pass a resolution in favor thereof, the New York Tribune, the Chicago Tribune and all the little tribunes reproached the Republicans of these states for entertaining a sentiment and being afraid to avow it; or in other words refused to adopt a pure Republican platform. This question is assuming shape and form every day. – Nearly all the leading men of that party favor it, and when one happens to oppose it, he is denounced by that party as a copperhead generally. See what they say of the candidate for Governor of Iowa, Col. Benton and Senator Doolittle of Wisconsin; and as for the standing of the party in this state I will refer to the Chicago Tribune, the Chicago Republican, the Springfield Journal, and last but not least in their love for the negro, both the Republican papers published in the county of McDonough. They both favor negro suffrage, and yet the party dodged the issue; and for such cowardice the Bushnell paper shows them, and tells them that is the issue, and they should meet it.
→ We regret to learn that Dr. A. B. Stewart, an old citizen of this city, has retired from the practice of his profession, and intends removing from our midst. The Doctor is an able and scientific physician and surgeon, and wherever his lot may be cast, our best wishes attend him.