Holly Springs gazette., 1845-06-28
VOLUME IV--NUMBER @45.

band strove 10 force the outlaw over IN
precipice, and mad partially succeeded IN
when he felt The gravelly bank giving wa
beneath them. With one hand he hastIl
grasped twig, and with the other, making
a gigantic efoFf. he threw the refugee ovel
the precipice. SO that the outlaw dangled il
the air, having no support but the hold h,
kept upon The left arm Of his anti gonist.-
I All hope for the refugee was over, but ht
determined that his foe should perish with
him. Moments passed away, at every one
of which the bank gave way more and
more. The utmost Efforts OF The victor &c
shake off'the dying man we're In vain. nd
i be felt that his last bo1r was come. He
heard no more. even the shonss OF his
friends; and with a sickening sensa.ioR-he
felt they had either lost their way or deser-
ted him. Could they only have come up
he nigh, have been saved. He felt the
iwig b. GIN 20 yield-he had already sip
ped half way eff tie bank--and { ie strug
! giles fIbe dying man were becoming more
desperate every moment. He gazed al the
! gulf below. Broken limbs of trees and
| uprooted pines lay min gied promiscuousiy y
| together, so that 10 fall into the abyss would
| be certain destruction. The counlene nee
OF tire outlaw already wore a demoniacal
smile in contemplation of tue ruin TO
,v,'. ,'.'ch ne was dragging the young man.
And n ut .: 6:ldegroom-was there any hope
for h,,na Mas all was gone. He gave
cne ibouoht NJ MS bfiie-one lock towards
heayen-one PRAYER TO his God, and then
shut his eyes 10 The avn catastrophe he
felt had ccme' Suddely. how sharp
report. as ola rifle ruag wildly thl2usA his
ears, and at the same Instant he t IL :Re
ho d OF the outlaw relax from his arm. He
opened his eyes only 10 behold the dying
man sh ooting like an arrow down the
abyss-ouly to see his mangled body lying
shattered on the trunks of the trees below.
In a moment he was drawn away frcm the
Lank. aud clasped in the arms OF his CON-
panlens, who, coming Up aIthe very last
moment, had by shooting the outlaw IN
the heaFt rescued their irIend from horrii
death.
Il was glad night. that one. at the little
farm house, after the IetnIu Of tie hardy
adyen.ureIs Irom their expedition. Mary
was by this time completely recovered, and
a ha pper evening never was spent by me
Two is1ud young heafts than by the young
bridegroom aud MS bride.
The refugees were from that time exilr'
mated ia tue vicinity. But their memory
vet survives, ani though the incidents OF
this tale. depending hitherto on tradition Tor
preselvalion, are now known 10 few, yet
there are still, living, or were some years
ago. one or TWO tos'eIing patTIarchs, whose
eyes would kindie, and whose breath would
come quick as they told Q: The outlaws
tate.
Tie spot where the fastness of the refu'
I'D N ans & k0OSS
tangled swamps which skirt the shoTes OF
III river, and which are almost IN
per,ious to the suns lime, aud lmpenetra'
bla TO the foot of man. IL is many long
day since the writer ofthis little skech pen
eirated 10 il under the guidance ola woods
man; anu he will nver forget the refresh
Ing d diaughi he took al the litlle spring OF
cedar water, hard by The site of the tenc-
ment. The rude cabia which the outlaw
had erected, had for years LAIN routing on
the earth; The wild deer had troted gally
over the spot where 1t once stood, young
saplings. and then rugged trees. had sprung
up within The circuit OF lis fallen walls,
and oGly few decayed tlmbers, cumbInS
with age, and covered with moss, betohen-
ed the position of the dreaded habiatlon.
The Mill ON which the final encounter of
the combatants took pldDe, is to this day,
shown not far fropN little creek empy-
,ng into the NJ River, some miles
| hon Chichester. Ii is still bold, rugged,
broken precipice, though within the last
| forty years il has fallen considerably away,
| through The action of the SNOW and rain
| The IIiIe ravine into which the outlaw
| fell, is now half Glied up with slides of
earth from the precipice above. Tradition,
| however still preserves the exact spct
| whore the last conflict occurred; and well
do we remember the eagerness with which,
in our boyish days, wo listened. as we
stood on the very brow of the bill. to an
old veterans thrilling account of the on-
laws death struggle.
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