blacks are
debauched here, are not the wives and daughters of whites debauched
there? and will not a Yankee barter away the chastity of his own mother
for a dirty dollar? Who fill our brothels? Yankee women! Who load our
penitentiaries, crowd our whipping-posts, debauch our slaves, and cheat
and defraud us all? Yankee men! And I say unto you, fellow-citizens,"
and here the speaker's form seemed to dilate with the wild enthusiasm
which possessed him, "'come out from among them; be ye separate, and
touch not the unclean thing,' and thus saith the Lord God of Hosts, who
will guide you, and lead you, if need be, to battle and to victory!"

A perfect storm of applause followed. The assemblage rose, and one long,
wild shout rent the old woods, and made the tall trees tremble. It was
some minutes before the uproar subsided; when it did, a voice near the
speaker's stand called out, "Andy Jones!" The call was at once echoed by
another voice, and soon a general shout for "Andy!" "Union Andy!" "Bully
Andy!" went up from the same crowd which a moment before had so wildly
applauded the secession speaker.

Andy rose from where he was seated beside me, and quietly ascended the
steps of the platform. Removing his hat, and passing to his mouth a huge
quid of tobacco from a tin box in his pantaloons-pocket, he made
several rapid strides up and down the speaker's stand, and then turned
squarely to the audience.

The reader has noticed a tiger pacing up and down in his cage, with his
eyes riveted on the human faces before him. He has observed how he will
single out some individual, and finally stopping short in his rounds,
turn on him with a look of such intense ferocity as makes a man's blood
stand still, and his very breath come thick and hard, as he momentarily
expects the beast will tear away the bars of the cage and leap forth on
the obnoxious person. Now, Andy's fine, open, manly face had nothing of
the tiger in it, but, for a moment, I could not divest myself of the
impression, as he halted in his walk up and down the stage, and turned
full and square on the previous speaker--who had taken a seat among the
audience near me--that he was about to spring upon him. Riveting his eye
on the man's face, he at last slowly said:

"A man stands har and quotes Scriptur agin his feller man, and forgets
that 'God made of one blood all nations that dwell on the face of the
'arth.' A man stands har and calls his brother a thief, and his mother