Rensselaer Union, Volume 9, Number 2, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 September 1876 — HUMAN CARRION. [ARTICLE]
HUMAN CARRION.
Morton’s bummer brigade of disreputable leaders, interspersed with a few decent but misled veterans are assembled in Indianapolis to continue the shameless mountebankism of the campaign of hate. * * * They come t-gether a human carrion, with hearts closed to all that is noble; all that is right, even all that is of manliness or good repute smothered in the one hateful, ignoble struggle for the perpetuation of the political vice, penalty, and hate which have kept the country in a turmoil of unrest. — Chicago Times. The body which Mr. Tlldeu'a Chicago organ calls “human carrion” was composed of the soldiers of the late war who fought to preserve the nation from destruction by Mr. Tilden’s party—the rebels ot the southern states, and rebel sympathisers of Indiana and other northern states. Besides such distinguished soldiers as Gen. Burnrides who was three times wounded by rebel bullets, Gen. Noyes whbse right leg was carried away by a rebel democrat’s shot, Gen. Robinson minus a leg, Gen. Kilpatrick in whose body is still imbedded a rebel bullet, Gen. Garfield, Gen. L»gan, Gen. Ben. Spooner minus an arm lost in his oonntry’s service, Gen. Ben. Harrison, Csp. Ball whose left sleeve hangs empty, Henry Sherwood a private soldier in Minty's brigade
of cavalry whose rightleg was shot awsy at the knee on the 20th day of June at Kenesaw mountain, whom Fits Hugh the rebel democratic doorkeeper of the House of Representatives kicked outto make room for a rebel democrat, were thousands of other brave men of the rank and file, crippled and sound, who risked fortune, home and even lite to sustain the government when its very existence was threatened by Mr. Tilden’s friends. These are the men whom a copperhead candidate’s organ calls “human carrion.” But we can stand the outrageous insult if Mr. Tilden can. There is nothing, perhaps, our “misguided brethren” can do which will prove so well calculated to foster feelings ot friendship and hasten the good time when ail will rejoice“over the healing tokens of the awful storm of war,” than to heap upon our heads the hot coals of contumely, scorn and insnlt-
