_Gen. McClellan's Change of Base--A Bear Story--A Delegation of
Clergymen--The Major's Opinion on Negroes and "Edecated Peepul"--How
General Jackson Saw Through Them--How the War is to End--Mr. Lincoln
Tells Another Story._
WASHINGTON, August 14, 1862.
_To the Editers of The Cawcashin:_
SURS:--It has been jest about the hottest wether, sence I writ you
last, I ever did see. The Kernel ses he feels as limpsey as an eel, an
I tell you it has taken the starch out of the hull of us. Ef I don't
write a letter this time worth printin, it will be because my idees
have all kinder oozed out through my skin. One day the Kernel ses to
me, ses he, "Majer, what do you think about McClellan's new base on the
Jeemes River?" "Wal," ses I, "Kernel, it reminds me for all the world
of old Truxton Miller's bar hunt, away up in the north part of Maine,
when I was boy." The Kernel likes to hear a story as well as to tell
one, so he insisted that I should tell him all about it. So I
proceeded: Ses I, "Old Truxton was the most noted bar hunter in all
that part, an it warnt often when he got started after a bar that it
ever got away. He could yell an holler equal to wild Injins, an he
ginerally scart away all the varmints for several miles around. One
spring the bars had been very trubbelsome, carryin off his sheep,
lambs, an even calves an yearlins, and Truxton vowed he'd go an attack
the bars in their den. So off he started with his dubbel-barrelled shot
gun an his big dog, Harcules, for a regular bar hunt. He soon got on
their track, an he followed them to their den. Jest as one was goin in
he let go his gun an took one of 'em in the thigh. This only made
matters worse, for out come two or three others, an soon the old feller
was tackled on all sides. He felt pretty safe with Harcules, but soon
the bars made for the dog, an they tore him to pieces in a jiffy.
Truxton shot one of 'em, but that put the infernals in the rest, an the
old feller had to 'skedaddle,' as they say in these days. Seeing a tree
handy by he started to go up, but a powerful beast fetched him a wipe
with his paw an tore off the seat of his trowsers. He got away an that
was all, an looked down on the bars in dismay. Now," ses I, "Kernel, I
think that McClellan's 'new base' is something like old Truxton's. But
all his neighbors turned out, an finally got the old feller out of his
danger, an when he come down he made this remark, ses he, 'Neighbors,
it's one thing to hunt a bar, but it's quite another thing _when the
bar hunts you_!'" So ses I, "Kernel, it's one thing to hunt the secesh,
but it's quite another thing when the secesh hunts you, an it appears
to me as if McClellan is treed in his 'new base.'" "Wal, Majer," ses
the Kernel, "how are we to get him away?" "Wal," ses I, "do jest as old
Truxton's neighbors did--Scare off the bars! Scare off the secesh! Get
around 'em on all sides an make them believe you are goin to attack 'em
from every quarter, an they will soon scatter so that the Ginnerel can
change his base agin. Call it 'a great piece of strutegy,' and the
people won't know the difference." "Wal," ses the Kernel, "that's jest
what has got to be done, and though it's a mity dangerous movement,
rite in the face of the rebils, yet it must be done, or all the troops
will die of disinterry where they are." Before this letter reaches your
readers the tel_lie_graf will announce the hull movement.
The other day the Kernel had a call from some nigger preachers. He sent
for 'em to have a talk about seein whether they wouldn't consent to go
to Centril America, but they didn't seem to like it much. They sed they
would think about it and report. I told the Kernel that when he got
niggers to immigrate, that the next thing he could do would be to get
the kinks out of their hair. Ses he, "Why not, Majer?" "Wal," ses I,
"because it ain't their natur." Ses I, "Kernel, you talk to these
niggers jest as if they were white people, all except their color. You
seem to think that they will do something for their posterity,
sacrifice something, but they won't. The nigger only cares for the
present. The mulattoes have some of the talents of the white men, but
the nigger not a bit."
"Now, Majer," ses Linkin, "you are prejudiced. Don't all the great men
of the world, all the larned men of Europe, and all Christian
phylanthropists, don't they all consider it the highest duty to try an
elevate the black race?" "Now," ses I, "Kernel, I don't care a blue
postage stamp for all the great men in the world. A little plain mother
wit I have always found better than a stack of book larnin, an ef any
one will jest take up the nigger race an study it out practically, they
will see that it has allers been the same uncivilized, heathin people
when white folks did not have control of 'em. You send 'em to Centril
America, an in a gineration or so they will be again eatin lizards an
worshipping snakes, as they do in Africa now."
Ses I, "Kernel, there's no peepul in the world so likely to lead you
astray as edecated peepul. They are all mad as March hares on this
nigger questshin, jest as they were in old Cotton Mather's time on
witches. Edecated peepul, Kernel, ain't got any more wit or common
sense than other folks, but they try to make you believe they have, an
will talk high-falutin words jest to frighten you if they kin. They
tried that on the old Ginneral in the days of the Biddle Bank, but they
couldn't budge him an inch. One time the bankers and moneylenders and
brokers in Wall street, sent on a committee to see the Ginneral, to
honey fuggle him into not vetoing the Bank bill. Ogden Huffman, then
the greatest orater, an jest the smartest lawyer York had, was sent on
as spokesman. He could talk jest as slick as grease, and knew more law
in a minnit than the old Ginneral did in all day. One night he staid
till almost mornin talkin and talkin, scoldin a little an palaverin a
good deal more. The old Ginneral didn't say much, only once in a while
puttin in a questshin. Finally Huffman got reddy to go, an axed what
the Ginneral thought of the argements he had made. The old Ginneral
pushed his spectacles up on his forehead, run his fingers through his
hair, an jumpin out of his cheer, walked across the room as if he was
tarein mad, rite up to Mr. Huffman. When he got there, ses he, 'Mr.
Lawyer, your talk is all very pretty, very eloquent, an very larned
with Latin, but (an here he fetched his old hickory down on the floor)
I shall veto that Bank of Biddle's, by the Eternal!' You see the old
Ginneral couldn't hold a candil to Huffman, as far as larnin an talk
went, but he had the genuine common sense that seen rite through the
hull subject. So I tell you, Kernel, don't put your trust in edecated
peepul. Ef the hull world thinks that you kin make a white man out of a
nigger it only shows that the hull world is made up of fools."
"Wal," ses Linkin, "that all may be very true, but you see, Majer, I've
got these contrybands on my hands, an I've got to fish or cut bait.
We've only got a few thousand free now, an the peepul in the North are
in arms to murder 'em ef I send any more there. I shall soon have two
wars on my hands ef I don't contrive some plan to get rid of the kinky
heads. You, see, Majer, a fire in front an a fire in the rear will be
too much of a good thing."
"I see, I see, Kernel," ses I, "you've got to change your base."
"Exactly, Majer, you hit the nail rite on the hed."
"Wal," ses I, "Kernel, I can't give you a bit of advice except what I
have all along. Put the negro in his place, an he won't be a bit of
trubbel to you, but as long as you try to get along with him out of his
place, you'll be in hot water. As for goin to Centril America, they
won't go thar eny sooner than they will to Kamscatky."
"Wal," ses Linkin, ses he, "if they won't do that, we shall all pretty
soon be in a nice kittle of fish."
"Wal," ses I, "Kernel, can you tell me how you think this war is goin
to end?"
"Wal, Major, I can't exactly see through the hull subject yet, but I'll
tell you a story that about expresses my present idees of the subject.
One night at a tavern out in Illinoy, two drunken men were sent to
sleep in the same room. Now there was two beds in the room, but they
were so drunk that they both got in one bed, but did not know it. No
sooner in than one sung out to the other, 'I say, Bill, some feller is
in my bed.' The other sung out in reply, 'I say, Jim, some feller is in
my bed, too.' After swearing at the landlord for a while for not givin
'em single beds, Bill sung out, 'I say, Jim, I'm goin to kick my feller
out of bed.' Wal, ses Bill, so am I.' So at it they went, kickin like
all possessed, until both of 'em lay sprawlin out on the floor. They
had kicked themselves out of bed! Now, Major, I guess that will be jest
about how this war will end. The way we're goin on, both the North an
the South will kick one another out of bed before they stop, and out of
house and home, too."
"Wal," ses I, "Kernel, that's about my idee, too, and I don't beleeve,
by the time they get through, either side will have a bed-blanket or
even a hull shirt left. They'll be wus off than Billy Bradly when he
fit with the catamount, who didn't have a rag left on him except the
stock around his neck."
Here the conversashin dropped. The Kernel looked very solemncolly, and
I thought I wouldn't say nothing to hurt his feelins.
There ain't enything new here jest now, except the arrival of new
regiments. Seward feels as happy as a little gal with a new doll every
time a regiment comes along. Stantin takes down his big book an adds it
on to the number alreddy in the army, while Chase gets ready to issoo
more greenbacks.
Your frend,