! Strike with
the red hot spear! Prepare Charon for his task!

Enemies reform! The skies shall be blackened! A single Star shall look
down upon horrible deeds! The night owl shall hoot a requiem o'er
Ghostly Corpses!

Beware! Beware! Beware!

The Great Cyclops is angry! Hobgoblins report! Shears and lash! Tar
and Feathers! Hell and Fury!

Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!

Bad men! white, black, yellow, repent!

The hour is at hand! Be ye ready! Life is short. J. H. S. Y. W.!!!

Ghosts! Ghosts!! Ghosts!!!

Drink thy tea made of distilled hell, stirred with the lightning of
heaven, and sweetened with the gall of thine enemies!

All will be well!!!

By order of the Great
BLUFUSTIN.
G. S. K. K. K.

A true copy,
Peterloo.
P. S. K. K. K.[58]

[Illustration:

Prospective scene in the "City of Oaks," 4th of March, 1868.

"Hang, curs, hang! * * * * * _Their_ complexion is
perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to _their_
hanging! * * * * * If they be not born to be hanged,
our case is miserable."

The above cut represents the fate in store for those great pests
of Southern society--the carpet-bagger and scallawag--if found
in Dixie's Land after the break of day on the 4th of March next.

The genus carpet-bagger is a man with a lank head of dry hair, a
lank stomach and long legs, club knees and splay feet, dried
legs and lank jaws with eyes like a fish and mouth like a shark.
Add to this a habit of sneaking and dodging about in unknown
places--habiting with negroes in dark dens and back streets--a
look like a hound and the smell of a polecat.

Words are wanting to do full justice to the genus scallawag. He
is a cur with a contracted head, downward look, slinking and
uneasy gait; sleeps in the woods, like old Crossland, at the
bare idea of a Ku-Klux raid.

Our scallawag is the local leper of the community. Unlike the
carpet-bagger, he is native, which is so much the worse. Once he
was respected in his circle; his head was level, and he would
look his neighbor in the face. Now, possessed of the itch of
office and the salt rheum of Radicalism, he is a mangy dog,
slinking through the alleys, haunting the Governor's office,
defiling with tobacco juice the steps of the Capitol, stretching
his lazy