Keowee courier. [volume] (Pickens Court House, S.C.) 1849-current, 1851-04-05

Sald calmly, we part now, but we
shall meet again.
What would my child? inquired
he eagerly, gazing anxiously in her
face.
Ask not now,' she replied; but
pray for and bless me; but not with
thy last blessing
He again pressed her to his heart
and wept upon her neck. In few
moments the jailcr, entered, and they
were torn from the arms of each 9TH
er.
On the evening Of the second day
after the interview we have mention
ed, a wayfaring man crossed the
drawbridge at Berwick from the
north, and proceeding down Mary
gate, sat down to rest on a bench by
the door of hostelry, on the south
side of the street nearly fronting
where what was called the Main
guard then stood. He did not enter
the inn, for ii was above his apparent
condition, being that which Oliver
Cromwell made his headquarters a
few years before, and where at a
somewhat earlier period, James the
Sixth had taken up his residence,
when on his way TO enter on the SOW
ereignty of England. The traveller
wore coarse jerkin fastened round
his body by leather girdIe, and over
it plain cloak, composed of equally
plain materials. He was evidently a
young man; but his beaver was
drawn down SO as almost TO conceal
his features. In one hand he carried
a small bundle, and in the other pill
grim's staff.
Having called for glass of wine,
he took crust of bread from his bun
die, and after resting few minutes,
rose to depart. The shades of night
were setting in, and it threatened to
be night of storms. The heavens
were gathering black, the clouds
rushing from the sea, sudden gusts of
wind were moaning through the
streets, accompanied by heavy drops
of rain, and the face of the Twet d
was troubled.
Heaven help thee, ifthou intendest
to travel far in such a night as this'
said the sentinel at the English gate,
as the traveller passed him and pro-
ceeded TO cross the bridge.
In a few moments he was on the
border of the wide, desolate and
dreary moor of Tweedmoulh, which
for miles presented a desert of wild
fern and stmted heath, and here end
there dingle covered with thick
bru hwood. He slowly toiIed over
the steep hill heading the storm
which now ragged in widest fury
The RAIN fell in torrents, and the wind
howlcd as legion of fanistled
wolves, hurling its doleful and angry
echoes over the heath. Still the
stranger pushing onward until he had
proceeded two or three miles from
Berwick, when as if unable to brave
the storm, he sought shelter amid
some crab and bramble bushes by
the wayside.
Nearly all hour had passed since
he sought this imperfect refuge, and
the darkness of the night and the
storm increased together, when tn
sound of a horses hoofs was heard
hurriedly FLASHING along the road.
The rider bent his head to the blast.
Suddenly his horse was grasped by
the bride; the rider raised his head,
and the traveller stood before him,
holding pistol to his breast.
The horseman benumbed and
stricken with fear, made an effort TO
reach his arms; but in moment the
hand ofthe robber, quitting the bri-
die, grasped the breast of the rider
and dragged him to the ground. He
fell heavily upon his face, AMI for sey-
eral minutes remained senseless.-
The stranger seized the leather bag
which contained the mail for the
north, and fiinging il on his shoulder,
rushed across the heath,
Early on the following day the in
habitants of Berwick were seen hur-
ryiug in groups 10 the spot where the
robbery had been committed, and
were scattered in every direction
around the moor; but no trace of the
robber could be obtained.
Three days had passed and Sir
John Cochran yet lived. The mail
which contained the death warrant
had been robbed and before another
could be given, the intercession of
his father, tho Earl Of Dundonal with
the kings confessor might be success
full.
Grizel now became his almost con
stant companion in prison, and spoke