in the shade of every hedge and tree, and gossiping in every cabin doorway.
Where they lodge, Heaven only knows, but how they are fed, the state of our orchards and cornfields can testify.
Capt. Cooley hung up two by the thumbs the other day, for robbing father's orchard, but the discipline was of no avail, for we have not gathered a full-grown peach or pear this season.
Roasting-ears are pleasant food, and to be had for the-taking; our early corn gave out before we had used it a week.
Ben Jones shot a negro the other night, for stealing in Mr. Waddey's garden, and it is a miracle that he escaped being put in jail.
Fortunately the negro wasn't hurt.
Negroes may kill white men whenever they please, provided the white man wears not a blue coat, but woe to the white man that touches a negro! . . .
That murder case into which Gen. Wild and Dr. French have been prying for the last week has wrought these apostles up to a state of boundless indignation, and father is afraid it wil