For the Columbian Fountain
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Not with the red coats, but with the red no
ses not with John Bull, but with King .dlco-
hol not with British fleets, but with rum grog-
geyics; not with the red lines on the Oregon map,
but with the red lines of The bloody license laao
not with an open, bold, honorable enemy, but
with the coocardly, mean, heartless, soulless
liquor seller. We glue The notice, and mean to
fight; not on the defensive alone, but on the
aggressive. War will, must be waged in A
rica. The monster must be tracked into hi
den-his bloody footsteps can be seen every
where, his Businesses are built with human
skulls-cemcnted with human gore. 1t must
be war of exterminaton-no cessation
until the last distiller-the last veDder is con-
quered. Every soldier in the Temperance
Army is enlisted for life Our good temperance
blade is unsheathed, and shall never find its
scabbard until the bloody monster shall unfur
his black flag TO seek his natiUc he'll