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rial campaign, in which Mr. Sloan wound up by saying he 

 would sound three blasts from his horn for Governor John B. 

 Gordon. He has received the following postal from a Bacon 

 man : 



" 'Atlanta, Ga., June Gth, 188G. 



* Mr. D. U. Sloan : 



* Dear Sir — I have read with much interest the account of your 

 historic horn, but would suggest that you practice on it from the 

 reverse end, as you will have to blow it out of the little end, for 

 Gordon, when the convention meets. As I am a private citizen, 

 and have no axe to grind, liave clipped my name from this card. 



' Yours truly, ' 



' Sloan's reply, through the Constitution : 



* My Dear Unknown Friend — Your card with name clipped ofT 



is received. I read and considered its contents, and thought, 



* Is it possible that I am mistaken ; shall I, indeed, ever blow this 

 good old horn out of the wrong end for John B. Gordon, the soldier, 

 the statesman, the people's man?' While thus sadly ruminating, 

 I seemed to hear a voice — a whispered voice. I turned and lis- 

 tened. The old horn was trying to talk, as it hung above my head. 

 AVith bated breath I listened, and these are the words I caught: 

 ' B-y-e-g-o-n-e, b-e-g-o-n-e, B-a-k-e-o-n.' I arose and reversed the 

 ends — turned the right end, the mouth-piece, to the breeze that 

 played through my open window — and the words changed and these 

 are the sounds I heard : ' G-o-o-d-o-n-e, g-o-on, G-i-d-e-o-n ;' and as 

 a stiffer breeze struck the right end, it spake out distinctly, 'G-0 R- 

 D-O-N, G-0-R-D-O-N, G-0-R-D-O-N.' So, my dear unknown 

 friend, do not allow yourself to be deceived. This is not only an 

 historic but a prophetic horn; for even as your name was clipped 

 from your erring card, so shall the wings of your aspirant be clipped 

 of his expectant glory, when the convention meets, for, most cer- 

 tainl}^ I shall sound the three prophetic blasts for Gov. Gordon. 



'Respectfully, D. U. Sloan.'" 



