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DNESDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 1863. NO. 2.olution which you perhaps have never seen, form a line on each side of the road, and watch us closely as we pass.” The captain did as he was directed. A lot of ladies were present on the occasion, and all was as silent as a maidens sigh.“Are you ready ?”“All right, Wolford,” shouted thecaptain.“Forward 1” shouted Morgan, as the whole column rushed through the crowd with lightning speed, a-midst the shouts and huzzas of every one present—some leading a horse or two as they went; leaving their frail tenements of horse flesh tied to the fences, to be provided for by the citizens. It soon became whispered about that it was John Morgan and his gang, and there is not a man in the town who will “own up” that he was gulled out of a horse. The company disbanded that night, though the captain holds the horses as prisoners of war, and awaits an exchange.The Trials to Come.It is not improbable that the coming winter months may test the courage of our people as it has never been tested before. The enemy is determined to exert his whole power in spite of wind and weather, and there is reason to fear that he may gain some important advantages at some points, which arc either imperfectly defended, or left to the care of commanders who have failed to display the ability required by their position. Then, again, our finances are in a deplorable state. The whole country is alive to the dangers which threaten us in this quarter, and the people are willing and ready to submit to any remedy the case may require ; but it is a question whether the doctors in Congress and the Cabinet have the nerve to resort to that severe course of treatment which affords the only hope of cure. Strange, after so many trials, the people should for a moment be doubted.But the venom of the enemy and the inflation of the currency are not all the evils which we shall have to contend during the winter. The commissariat, both for the army and the people,is already in a bad plight, and threatens to become worse with each succeeding day. Our foes count more upon the ravages which hunger will make in our ranks, than upon the success of their arms. Unfortunately they reckon with more than their usual accuracy, yet by no means with that mathematical certainty on which they plume themselves. There are reserves of meat as well as of men, which have not been computed in their calculations —perhaps not in our own.The tripod of evils on which the Confedeate cause appears to rest, may, therefore, be defined thus— Yankees, Repudiation, Starvation. With the first we are familiar, and have been these two years and more;the other two are new foes, whose power wo have not yet encountered, and need not, if we manage rightly. At all events, we do not intend to succumb to them any more than to their parent, the detested Yankee— Our Revolutionary sires overcame the last two; be ours the task to overcome them all. The coming days are full of trials, but they are winter days—dark but brief. Courage! A fickle and uncertain spring will follow the winter days, and then— the clear, tranquil sunshine—type of peace !—Richmond Whig.A Substitute Refused.The Hartford (Conn.) Times tells the following amusing incident:The draft gives rise to some novel incidents, of which we give an example. A man who shall be nameless, was drafted. His wife was sorely distressed at the bare idea of parting, and was vainly endeavoring to invent some excuse for getting him exempted, when a knock was heard at the door. On opening the door she found a rather rough-looking chap, who accosted her thus:“Madame, I hear your husband lias been drafted.”“Yes, sir, he has; but goodness knows how I am to spare him.” “Well, ma’am, I have come to offer my services as a substitute for him.” “A what!” asked the now excited lady.“I wish to take his place, ’’answered the man.“You—you tako the place of my husband, you vagabond; I’ll teach you to insult a poor lone woman in distress, you mean dirty wretch,” cried the prespective widow, accompanying her remarks with a discharge of dirty water at the head of' the astonished substitute, who fled hastily down stairs just in time to escape the pail which followed the water. The last heard of him he was flying down into a recruiting office on Asylum street, where he thought of enlisting as a private rather than venture again to offer his services as a “substitute,” which he now believes to be a more trying and delicato relation than that of Artemus Ward’s “episodes.”Cure of Piptiieria.—The Richmond Whig says:“A gentleman who has tried it says that Kerosine, or coal oil, is an almost infallible remedy for that terrible and fatal disease—Dipthe-ria. The remedy is to be applied externally, by rubbing the throat with the oil freely and frequently; It has cured numerous cases, as many, probably, as fifty, in one neighborhood where our informant lives, and he knows of but one case in which it failed. lie regards it as the best remedy known for this disease. The remedy is a simple one and easily tried.”
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Hillsville Wytheville Dispatch
Hillsville, Virginia, US
Wed, Nov 25, 1863
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