Letters of Major Jack Downing, of the Downingville Militia.
by Seba Smith.
INTRODUCTION.
DOWNINGVILLE, July 15, 1864.
_To the Editors of the Da-Book_:
SURS: I got your letter tellin me that Mister Bromley and k.u.mpany wanted to print my letters in book form, and as you seem to think they understand such kind of work, and are proper persons to do it, I ain"t got eny perticaler objecshins. It is now jest thirty years sence my first Book of Letters was printed by Harper and k.u.mpany, but I hear that they have turned Abolishinists sence then, and if that is so, I wouldn"t let "em print a book of mine for love nor money.
After I got your letter, I sot down and writ the Kernel, askin his opinion as to printin the Letters in book form, and he wrote back to me rite off, saying I must do it without fale. The Kernel has got "em all cut out of the papers and put in a sc.r.a.p book, but it"s kinder onhandy, and he wants to get "em in better shape. I"ve promised him that you would send him a copy jest as soon as it was out, and you must not fale to tell Bromley and k.u.mpany to do so. I also writ the Kernel that I thought it would be a good idee to issue a Proclamashin, ordering all the people to buy the book, espeshilly the Loyal Leegers, the soldiers in the army, all the Tax-Collectors, Custom-House Officers, Provo-Marshalls, Postmasters, Copperheads, War Dimmecrats, Abolishinists, Black Republikins, etc., etc. The Kernel sed it was a capital idee, and he told me to write it for him. He sed Seward had wrote most all of his Proclamashins, but he would trust me to write this. He sed he looked upon my letters as "Pub. Doc," and hence Congrissmen ought to frank "em, and reed "em, too. He said he didn"t mind the little jokes in "em on him, for ef there was anything on arth he could forgive a man for, it was for makin a joke. He didn"t see how eny one who knew enuf to make one could help doin it.
So I have writ a Proclamashin, which you will find at the bottom of this letter, which you can print with it. I think when Ginneral Banks, and Rosykrans, and all them Ginnerals who sometimes stop books and papers, read it, they will understand that it will not answer to interfere with my book.
There is one thing that makes me a little bashful about publishin a book. My eddicashin was not very well taken keer of when I was a boy, and the consequence is, I ain"t quite so smart in grammer and spellin as sum peepil. But one thing is certain, I allers make myself understood, and that, after all, is the main thing. I want Bromley and k.u.mpany to fix up the spellin a leetle, and then I think the book will pa.s.s muster.
I don"t ever expect to live to write anuther book; in fact, I don"t want to. I have labored as hard for the good of my kentry as any man in it, and yet I"ve lived to see it all go to rack and ruin. I don"t raly know whether I shall write anuther letter, for a man of my years don"t feel like such work. But there is one thing I feel sure of. Though the clouds look dark and black now, and though I don"t expect to live to see everything all rite again, yet the Dimmocracy will triumph in the end. There is no blottin that out. It is in the natur of things. Peepel are naterally Dimmocrats, so old Ginneral Jackson used to say, and it takes a good deal of hard lying to make "em enything else. Sometimes the liars get the upper-hand for a time, jest as they have now, but it can"t last always.
I don"t want you to put any preface to my book, for I have most always found that prefaces are filled full of falsehoods. I jest want my book to go on its merits, if it has eny. I"ve tried to tell the truth about politics, as I understand it, and ef Linkin had only taken my advice, the kentry would now be nigh about as good as new. But he wouldn"t do it, and so I"ve left him to get out of the sc.r.a.pe he is in the best way he can. The Kernel, however, don"t think any the less of me because I"ve been plane with him. He thinks my idees of n.i.g.g.e.rs are all rong, and I think his are all rong, and there is jest where we split, for turn this question upside down or inside out, and, after all, the n.i.g.g.e.r is at the bottom of it. Jest as a man"s idees run on n.i.g.g.e.rs, jest about in that style will be his views on the war. Take an out-an-out Abolishinist, who thinks n.i.g.g.e.rs are a little better than white folks, and he is for subjugashin, confiskashin, and exterminashin to the bitter end. Ef he thinks n.i.g.g.e.rs are jest as good as white folks, but no better, then he is a little milder on the South; and so on down through every grade of a war man, the bitterness agin the South runs jest about even with the ignorince about n.i.g.g.e.rs. Finally, the man who knows jest what n.i.g.g.e.rs are fit for and what they need to make "em useful and happy, is the strongest opponent of the war. So you see this proves that the n.i.g.g.e.r is at the bottom of the hull war.
There are, however, a good many things that make matters worse.
Greenbacks, offices, &c. are terribul upon corruptin the peepul. Almost every other man has an office now-a-days, and them that ain"t got office are interested in greenbacks. It will take a hard pull to get the present party out of power; but ef the Dimmocrats will only be honest and plucky, they can do it. I want to live long enuff to vote the Dimmocratic ticket this fall, and help do it.
Yours till deth,
MAJER JACK DOWNING
"A. LINKIN"S PROCLAMASHIN CONCERNING MAJER JACK DOWNING"S BOOK.
"WASHINGTON, July 15, 1864.
"Whereas, my friend, Majer Jack Downing, of the Downingville Milisha, has issued a Book of Letters, containing his views on Public Affairs, the War, &c., &c.
"Now, therefore, I do hereby issue this my Proclamashin, enjoyning upon every loyal as well as disloyal citisen, includin Loyal Leegers, Abolishinists, Republikans, War Dimmocrats, Copperheads, Clay Banks, Charcoals, &c., to buy this book and to read the same, under penalty of the confiscation of all their property, including n.i.g.g.e.rs of every decripshin. Furthermore, all officers under me, whether civil, military, or otherwise, are hereby ordered, under penalty of court marshal, to purchase the sed book and read it.
This order applies to all Postmasters and their clerks (who are also ordered to a.s.sist in the sale of the book), to all Custom-House officials, to all Provo-Marshalls, to all Tax Collectors, a.s.sessors, Recruteing officers, Runners, Brokers, Bounty Jumpers, and espeshally to all Government Swindlers, Contractors, Defaulters, &c., to all Furrin Amba.s.sadors, Ministers Penetentiaries, and their Secretaries of Litigation, also to Ministers of the Gospil, Tract Distributers, n.i.g.g.e.r Missionaries, male and female, &c., &c. Furthermore, Ginnerals Grant, Sherman, and all other Ginnerals, includin Ginneral Banks, will see to it that the Majer"s letters are widely circulated in their armies, as the menny good stories of mine, as well as the Majer"s, in the book, will keep the sojers in good sperits.
"Furthermore, if eny disloyal edditer shall presume to say enything against this book, or advise eny person not to sell or circulate the same, or aid and abet them in so doing, he shall at once be arrested and his paper stopped.
"Further, if eny person, in order to avoid the penalties mentioned above, shall borrow said book, he shall, if it be proved, be fined $1000 in gold. If there be no proof, he shall be sent to Fort La Fayette.
"Finally, every person purchasing a copy of the Majer"s Letters shall be exempt from the draft. All others are at once to be seized and sent to the front.
"Done in this my city of Washington, in the fourth year of my reign.
"A. LINKIN."
LETTERS OF MAJOR JACK DOWNING.
LETTER I.
_The Major Announces that he "Still Lives"--The Reason why he has not Spoken before--Writes to "President Linkin," who at once Sends for him--How Lincoln Shakes Hands--His Troubles--The Major"s Advice --Lincoln to get an "Appintment on Gineral McClellan"s Staff"--A Story About Old Rye, from Mr. Lincoln._
WASHINGTON, Feb. 4th, 1862.
_To the Editers of The Cawcashin, New York:_
SURS: I "spose eenamost everybody believed I wus ded, "cause they "aint seen any letters of mine in the papers for a good while. But it taint so. I"me alive, and though I can"t kick quite as spry as I used to, yet I kin ride a hossback about as good as I could twenty year ago. I am now nigh on eighty years old, and yet, except getting tuckered out easier than I used to, I believe I feel jest about as smart as I did when I was a boy. The last letters I writ fer the papers was about ten years ago, when I went all around the country with Kossoot, and showed him the sights. Sence then I"ve been livin" in Downingville, county of Pen.o.bscot, State of Maine, and enjoyin" in gineral a good state of helth. But if the public haint heard from me it taint because I wasn"t keepin" a close eye on matters and things. But the sartin truth is jest here: I seen, a good while ago, how things was shapin". I told Kossoot that the pesky Abolishunests would ruin him, and thay did, and I"ve knowed for a long time that thay would run this country off the Dimokratic track and smash it all to flinders. Wall, they"ve done it.
You may wunder why I haint spoke and told the country all this before.
Wall, the reason is jest here: I saw that the breechin" was broke some years ago, and there is no use of talkin or hollerin "whoa!" "whoa!"
after that. I"ve seen the laziest old hoss that ever lived kick and run like all possessed as soon as the shafts tetched his heels, and that"s jest the condishun we"ve been in in this country for some time. We"ve been kickin" and runnin" and raisin" the old scratch ginerally for ten years, all about these darned kinky-heded n.i.g.g.e.rs. As there is no use of tryin" to stop a runaway hoss after the breechin" brakes until he gets to the bottom of the hill, so there is no use of talkin" to a country while it is goin" in the same direcshun. Didn"t Noah preech to a hull generashun of aunty-Deluvens, and it warn"t any use. They lafed him rite in the face; and c.u.m round him and axed what he intended to do with a boat full of chicken coops, hoss stables, and so on. And at last, when the rain begun to c.u.m down like all possessed, they swore it "warn"t much of a freshet arter all." Wall, jest so it is with this generashun. I spect the _aunty_-slaveryites are sum relashun to the _aunty_-Deluvens, and that accounts for their simelur behaveyur.
But I think that we"ve got most to the bottom of the hill now, and it is about time to get things rited up in some sort of shape. Havin come to this conclushin, about ten days ago I wrote a letter to President Linkin, tellin him how that Gineral Jackson"s old friend was yet alive, and that if he wanted my sarvices or advice I would come on to Washington and help him thro". Wall, I got a letter rite back, in which Linkin said he "was tickled all into a heap to hear that Gineral Jackson"s old friend, Major Jack Downing, was still alive, and that he wanted me to c.u.m on to Washington rite off." So I put off, like shot off a shovel, and dident even stop in York a day, or I should have called to see you. The truth is, I"me darned glad I c.u.m. I went rite up to the White House, which looks as nateral as when Gineral Jackson and I lived there, and sent in my keerd. In a minnit the sarvent c.u.m back, and ses he, "walk up." I went up-stairs, and then into Linkin"s room, and you never seed a feller gladder to see a man than he was to see me.
He got hold of my hand, and ses he, "Major, you are a brick. I"ve thought a thousand times that if I only had such a friend as Gineral Jackson had in you, that I could git along as easy as snuff. But ye see, Major, all these pollyticens are a set of tarnel hyppercrits, and I hate "em." And he kept talkin and shakin my hand until I thot hed sprain my rist. So I ses, "Mr. Linkin, I can"t stand hard squeezin as well as I used to, so don"t hold on quite so hard." Then he apologized, and said "how he was so anxus to see me that he was almost crazy." I told him that "I hed c.u.m to see him through, jist as I did Gineral Jackson, and that I would stick by him as long as their was a shirt to his back, if he would only do rite."
"Wall," ses he, "Major, that is jist what I want to do. But its awful hard work to tell what is rite. Here I am pulled first one way and then tother."
Now, ses I, "Linkin, I"me goin to talk rite out to you. The fact is, there never was a President that had such a party at his back as you"ve got. You see its made up of old Whigs, Abolitionists and free sile Dimmycrats. Now, there ain"t any more rale mixture to this conglommyrate than there is to ile and water. The truth is, I"d as soon take Illinoy muck, and Jersey mud, and Ma.s.sachusetts cobble stuns to make a fine coat mortar of, as I would to get such materials to put into a pollytical party. You can"t never make them gee."
"Wal," ses he, "Major, I"ve began to think that way myself. The truth is, I"ve been trying all summer to please everybody, and the more I try to do it the more I don"t succeed. When I am conservative, then the aunty-slaveryites come down on me like all possessed, with old Hor_a.s.s_ Gree_lie_ at their hed. When I go a little t"other way, then the conservatives and my old neighbors, the Kentuckians, they come down upon me, and that takes me right off the handle. I can"t stand it. So you see, Major, I"m in hot water all the time."
"I see your troubles," ses I, "Mr. Linkin, and I"ll have to look about some days afore I can get the exact hang of things, but as soon as I do, I"ll make matters as clear as a pipe stem."
"Wal," ses he, "Major, I want you to make yourself to hum, and jist call for anything you want."
I told him there warn"t but two things that I keered for except victuals, and that was a pipe and tobacco, and jist a little old rye, now and then. That gave him the hint, and Linkin rang a bell, and a sneakin lookin feller, in putty bad clothes, made his appearance.
Linkin told him to get some tobacco and the black bottle. The feller soon fetched them in, and Linkin said that that "old rye" was twenty years old, and jist about the best licker he ever drank. He said he found it very good to quiet his nerves after a hard day"s work. I told him that that was jist what Gineral Jackson always said--"Did he?" ses Linkin; "Wal," ses he, "I only want to imitate Jackson. That would be glory enough for me."
"Wal, now," ses I, "Linkin, the first thing you must do, in order to be poplar, is to be a military man. That was the way Jackson got up in the world, and if I had never been a Major, I really believe I"de never been heerd of out of Downingville. Now, jist as soon as the people believe you are an officer, with epaulettes on, they"ll think you are the greatest man that ever lived."
"Wal," ses Linkin, "I think that is a first chop idea. How can it be carried out?"
"Wal," ses I, "you must get _an appintment on Gin. McClellan"s staff_!
with the rank of _Kernel_. Nothing short of that will answer at all.
Then get a splendid uniform and a fine hoss, and have the papers describe them, and get up pictures, and the shop-keepers will have their windows full of lithographs, and in six months you will be the most poplar man in the country, and sure to be next President."
When I sed that, he jumped right up, and ses he, "Major, you"re worth your weight in gold. You have hit the nail right on the head. I"ll do it; by the Eternal, I"ll settle this trouble yet."