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(NEW SERIES,I X VOL. 11. / NO. 13. Letter from California. Evergreen Home, ) . Linns Valley, Kern Cos., Cal., J- Nov4l2th, 1871. ) I Friend Banner: \ The enclosed editorial, clipped from the Bakersfield CovUrur, (a ]taper pub lished in this countyYjgill be a sufficient ajto ogy for my introducing to your columns the invincible Capt. Hudnut, of the Federal army. In said editorial - he takes notice of the modest little note I wrote to you, in which I attempted a short eulogy upon the character of Gens. Lee, Jackson and A. P. Hill. He deals me a thundering anathema for naming u»y boy for Stonewall Jackson. My object in this letter is to assert that right, while 1 fconcede to him the right tq name his son for Beast Ben. Butler, if he choose to do so, consoling myself with the fact that the colt of an as! was named for an ass. This brtd anathema, in which w| are forbidden to name our sons for tl® noblest men of the sunny South, lias aroused both the ire and the fears of our Southern dames ,111../*, VoliF humble servant was commissioned to give the odorifer ous varmint a pounding. I obey. Now, hat, lie there! Ladies give me some cotton to stuff in my nose till I give the pestiferious brute such a thrashing that he will, for the future, keep closee to his hole. I hereby announce that for the future he shall not disturb either children or hen-roosts. Perhaps it would be best to farther advance the Captain’s claims to notoriety to give a short biograpical sketch of his life. I shall limit myself to his achievements while in the Federal army. At the time the war broke out he was engaged in the business of gold mining in Cali fornia. He found nothing in the char acter of the war to call forth his pa triotic ardor, until colored troops were introduced into the service. This at once raised his patriotism to a burning heat, and laid the foundation for his future glory. He ruslfcd East; was given the command of a company of colored gentlemen (we are not allowed to say “niggers” these days). He was both commander and companion of these chivalrous gentlemen soldiers; with them he rushed to the rear of the Fed eral army. Here history loses sight of him and his splendid deeds, but he burns a beacon light in the pleasant places of romance and tradition. He won especial notoriety in one of those gallant charges in which he joined from Gen. Jeb. Stuart, leading off in the advance ip magnificent style, he and his colored troops rushing fearless ly, on. One of his achievements in this charge is worthy of particular notice, as given in the traditions of Shenandoah. While charging bold.y in advance of Gen. Stuart, his zeal be came so great that he outran his horse, leaped over his head and caught up wrong end down in a hollow' black gum stump!—his extremities present ing the romantic appearance of a pair of inverted fire tongs. This was no doubt the greatest achievement of the war. Tradition has busied itself w'ith another of his achievements, which is worthy of notice, in which he made twenty marches in as many days, con querred, as many henroosts, drove twenty rebel widows into their cellars, BY THE CHRONICLE POBUfPNG COMPANY, AUGUSTA, GA. FOR THE WEEK ENDING SATURDAY, JANUARY 20, 1872. made his boy to the colored fair Qpoks,jind returned—to the Fed eral lines, 'covered with glor—-pshaw! I mean, feathefsl Now, Captain, stand aside, tSi I talk Vith gentlemen awhile. Friend Banner, I propose now, to »ho\k Gen. Jackson’s political enemies’ Union history of unquestionable integ i|ty, that his character is worthy of the highest honors. I shall quote from 'fenny’s History of the Great Rebel lion, pages 756-7. “The character of Jackson was developed only during the two brief but momentuous years which succeeded the outbreak of the war. Had secession never taken place, he might have lived and died the ob scure and eccentric professor which the could have predicted (hat under so quiet an exterior he concealed an im petuous bravery, rivaling that of Nev aud Launes, and an energy, ripened judgment, and command of resources to which those generals could lay no claim."- Here an eminent historian, and a tVoble political enemy, has the maafnahlmity to place Gen. Jackson in advance of two of the great cat - ’Jr "AgmnTfrom^me'Same authority we read: “To extreme simplicity of man lier and address he united*transparent honesty of character, and a genuine humanity, which, in the midst, of a civil war, of unexampled fury, caused him to be respected alike by friends and foes.” Surely none but a demon could censure a man for honoring a moral and military-hero, thus presented to the world by his political foes. While virtue lingers upon earth, surely Jackson’s name will be revered. Now for one of the reasons, (I say one, for the reasons are very numerous,) why I honor Gen. A. P. Hill as one of the Lions of the Sogth: “Orders were given to Gen. Jackson to cover the re treat in case the army should have to fh.ll back, and directions were sent to Richmond to get all the public proper ly ready for removal. The Federal forces perceiving the confusion, began step by step to press forward. The posture of affairs at this time is thus related by a Confederate officer : ‘The enemy noticing our confusion, now advanced with the cry. “Onward to Richmond.” Along the whole hostile front rang the shout “Onward to Richmond!” Manyj old soldiers who had served in distant Missouri, and on the plains of Arkansas, wept in the bitterness of their souls like children. Os what avail had it been to us that our best Wood had flowed for six long days ? Os what avail all our unceas ing and exhaustless endurance! Eve rything seemed lost, and a general de pression came over all our hearts. Batteries dashed by in .headlong flight. Ammunition, hospital and supply wa gons rushed along and swept the troops away with them from the battle-field. In vain the most frantic exertion, en treaty and self-sacrifice of the staff offi cers. The troops bad lost their foot hold and all was over with the South ern Confederacy. In this moment of \ desperation, Gen. A. P. Hill came up with a few regiments he had managed to rally. But the enemy was continu ally pressing nearer and nearer. Cav alry officers sprang from their saddles and rushed into the ranks of the in fantry regiments, now deprived of their proper officers. Gen. Hill the standard of the 4th North Carolina regiment, which lie had formerly com manded, and wilted to the soldiers, ‘lf you will not fellow me I will per ish alone!’ Upeu this a number of officers dashed foifeard to cover their beloved general wfti their bodies ; the soldiers hastily jallied; and the cry ‘Lead on, Hill; a*ad your old North Carolina boys!’ ose over the field. And now Hill cl irged forward with this mass he hadt ms worked up to the wildest enthusiast . The enemy halted when they now s< v these columns in flight a moment b Pore, now advancing to the attack, and Hill burstupon his late pursuers like a famished lion!" Page 250. I hard not room to make further quotations, but will state that the result of thffl heroic devotion re stored the Confed ?rate army to order and saved it until approaching dark ness, and should embalm the meitl'ory of Hill in the betfrfr of every son and daughter of Dixiell Then let me say to Southern dames," bring your tribute of evergreen and pfecc it on his grave, and honor him by aiming for him your healthiest and boys. Now, -OtftU.H , worthy, but time and space admonish. As my name is anathema, and as the Courier has predicted that .in a short time there will be no rebels bold enough to name their sons for such men as Jackson, Davis and Hill, I suppose I would as well make a clean breast confess all my sins. I shall do so by transcribing a few lines from the Poeti cal Panorama of Life, p. Ist, in which I have attempted to do further honor to the memory of Jackson. These lines were written a few davs after his death: SOLDIERS’ FAREW LL TO STONE WAI ~ Fare thee well, Stone\ .11, though thou’rt gone to the gravi Thy spirit still wars i the heart of the brave; Thy memory shall nerv Jus when we strike the dread blow, At the heart of the t *ant—our country’s wild foe. Thy name is enrolled id thy story is told On the page with Time on, Cincinnatus of old; May thy deeds ever be e boast of the free, And thy monument a nd by our Liberty tree. When the goddess ol eedom is crowned in our land, - And we lead forth #vr lildren to greet the fair dame; With hearts overHowiito the Maker of all They’ll whisper with ujerence the name of Stonewall t Modest, reserved, lira thy country iiad peace, But to tyrants thy sbrfl was the antrel of death ; In flanking the so the whole annals of time, Can show no examp-to rival thy fame. No marble is neededGfame to imparts ’Tis written by wort lot the whole human heart; And history has caujtkp the bright blazon tale, * Triumphant it rides <|te sea and the gale. Peace, peace to thee Me wall, in the king dom above, 1 i Where men are all bditrs and the Father is love; There calmly reposc-a me bosom of Him Whose life is eterl 4id unbounded by time. | , Thy warfare is ove>nd tnded thy strife, Go, rest in the sliadneaf the River of Life; The heroes who and foj their own sunny South, Now rest with fr chief in immortal youth. I shall complete my confession by showing that in the “Panorama of Southern Life” I have taken notice of another notable General of the Shenan doah —for instance, the immortal John Pope, selected by the President to take Richmond in forty, days. THE IMMORTAL JOHN POPE. “How long to take Richmond, including delays ?” He’d bag the old city In just forty days. The President smiled; being fc4d of mean tools, To conquer Virginia selected a fool. Him shall we compare to the Alfreds and Bruces. They fought for their crowns, John Pope for the gooses; Their object was glory—our hero’s pot pie, Instead of the rebels he made feathers fly. Yes, Pope is the general, yes, Pope is the man, Yet he “ratted” a little on old Uncle Sam. He massed Ills troops near the famous Bull Run, But by a mistake charged on Washington. Headquarters in saddle, and in his shirt He swept on the city of a breeze; | On the sea offfifamywetewrt^^Ufl^L We can not affirm if astride or astraddle. But this much is certain, headquarters in saddle; The pony being lashed, dashed off to the devil, And left his grand army a prey to the rebel. These are a few out of the many compliments that I have bestowed upon the immortal John Pope. ‘X am sure the Captain will thank me for these, and if properly appreciated I shall’ perhaps, enlarge upon the virtues of that general who was especially com missioned to take Richmond in iust forty days! I hope this confession will be duly appreciated by my friend the Courier. ' Yours, in faith, hope and charity, * Will iam Higgins, p A Specimen or the Kern County Democracy. —A citizen of this county | manifests himself in a letter which ap pears in the Banner or tiie South, published at Augusta, Ga., dated “Evergreen Home, Linn’s Valley, Kern County, Cal., July 27th, 1871,” in vvjhich he sets out by thanking the pro prietors of that journal for their kind ness in continuing it to him two months after his subscription had run out, while we infer that he encloses the price of anew subscription with directions to send it in the name of his “little son.” He then proceeds to in form the editor that said “little son” is named after the “immortal Stonewall Jackson, and that life object in having the paper sent in his name is, “to in spire him to read, v and to bring within the scope of his mind, the true spirit of the South." He then impresses it upon the editorial mind that, “In our admiration of ‘Father Lee’ (the greatest man of the American continent) let us not forget Stonewall Jackson and A. R. Hill, the LIONS of the South.” We can assure him there is no danger of these men being forgotten, as lon<v as history chronicles the infamous, liift we trust there are few, at this day, to be found insane enough to be guility of the stupid fully of placing the brand of Cain on their offspring in order to oontinue their notoriety. lie then bestows a deserved tribute on the value of the “Banner” as an ag ricultural paper. If it were not for (OLD SERIES,! X VOL. 111. I its treasonable tendencies, we are free to admit, it would deserve a place among the first-class journals of the country, but, so long as this unhealth ful, morbid spirit pervades it, the im pression it conveys must be something like that of a fine tree, its vitality be ing sapped with the disgusting ad vances of decay. Its views, however, on agriculture and rural economy are generally sound, and particularly adapt ed to this latitude, and the announce ment that the writer makes that he in tendends to get up a club of ten sub scribers to it, affords us pleasure. It is an able advocate of the polioy of doing away with the fence system, and if it were widely circulated through our mountain valleys, it might do much to open the eyes of the residents in those places to the rank injustice and iniquity of lending their aid to perpetuate it. In conclusion he cheers the “Ban ner” with the assurance that “we in tend to run the Democratic ticket straight through.in California, Gover nor Haight beating the standard.” The “Banner” is aware, probably, be loyalty and treason growß more table; the names of such men as Lee, Davis, Stonewall Jackson and others’ more infamous, and there is no doubt that the Democracy of this State owe their overwhelming defeat to the affiliation of such men with them, as the writer of this letter and other ad mirers of the traitors we have named. Iheir only hope for the future is to at once cast off all such excrescetiscsand to compel them to form an insignificant party by themselves, where they will have nothing to shield them from the full measure of obloquy and contempt they deserve, and which now fails equally, if not to a greater extent on those who do not deserve it.—Bakers field ( Cal.) Courier. . Sleep and Rest for Farmers. —Said one , th <L old , eßt and most successful farmers in New York: “I do not care to have my men get up before five or half-past five m the , morning, and if they go to.bcd early and | if they can sleep soundly, they will do more work than if they got up at four or half-past four. We do not believe in the eight-hour law, but, nevertheless, are inclined to think that, as a general rule, we work too many hours on the farm. The best man we ever had to dig ditches seldom worked, when dig n by the rod, more than nine hours a day. it is so in chopping wood by the cord, me men who accomplish, the most, work the ffewest hours. They bring all their brain and muscle into exercise, and make every blow tell. A slow, plodding Dutchman may turn a grindstone or fanning-mill better than an energe! :c Yankee, but this kind of work is now mostly done by horse-power, and the farmer needs, above all else, a clear head with all his faculties of mind and muscle light and active aud under complete control. Much, of course, depends on temperament; but, as a rule, such men meed sound sleeD and plenty of it. F ? bo Y on the farm, we were told that Napoleon needed only four hours sleep, and the old nonsense of “five hours for a man, six for a woman, and seven for a fool ” was often quoted. But the truth is, that .Napoleon was enabled in a great measure to accomplish what he did from the faculty of sleeping soundly—of sleeping when he slept and working when he worked. We have sat in one of his favorite traveling carriages, a "<J ” w . as 80 arranged that he could lie down at ruli length, and when dashing through the country as fast as eight horses, frequent y changed, could carry him, he slept sound vi and when he arrived at his destination was as fresh bs if he had risen from a bed ot down. Let farmers, and especially far mere boys, have plenty to eat, and nothing t 0 nn * £ ’ a ** sleep tiiey can take. — N. Y. Agriculturist NO. 82