The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1855-08-17

tne IOOt Oh tne Hiounsain, not nVe miles sItOiu
the house of John Morris. He rode as a victo-s
ry-laden hero and with feelings which heroes
only know. Now his manly form can be seen
as that winter lightning throws its purestl
light around him. AIld now he is in the dark.
shroud Of nature while nothing is heard but
the steady and firm tramp of that powerful
charger. Nearer, nearer that tramp approach
ed the farm house, and the long neck of the,
war-horse is archedsmadly in its directioa,
when his eager rider raises himself in his
stirrups and afaster" echoes hoarse and hal
low from his lips. Suddenly seeming a.
byss opens before them and clear II my boy
breaks in startling distinctness on the
ear, and the next moment that heavy tramp
on the other side is laundering on. Aye,
Wallace! exclaimed the rider, we have had
rough time my boy, but it will soon be over,
we will soon be at home. Yes,you shall. Alice,
ahl. Alice shall ride you, but no one else
shall ever dare to mount your back.
In the midst of these too happy thoughts
he nears the lane. There stood those tall pop
lars as they stood eight years before, and
the house stood at Ithe farther end of it as
it had formerly done. A fame Of enthusiasm
lighted up the soul of our hero and the next
moment he stood before the gate. Not a light
peirced the windows and save the painting
of that proud steed, all was still as a ayault of
the dead. Presently faithful old servant
came forth with hurried steps to the gate.
"All well, Tom," accosted the knightly ii.
der.
"Ah not so very well, sir. Old Massa
died about year ago, and Miss Alice left this
very morning"
Where did she goa' fiercely interrupted
the stranger, I" and with whom did she go.n
"To the Bay sir, and with stranger. /
know she didn't want to go, for when the
man told her she had to go with him, she
cried and went on a heap
In moment that majestic steed was turn
ed while his rider rising up. in his stirrups
with burst of indignation and bitter dis
appointment exclaimed, Infamous villain,
bold he must have been, who would dare
usurp the possession of heaven, and still
bolder must he be who can meet the ven.
geance of hell"
"Where are you going?" interrupted the
old servant "Going to the internal regions,
and search the confines of Erebus; my sword
shall drink the blood Of vengeance, and vii
lians shall feel my power" In few mo-
ments he was on the beach, at that Devoted
Rock, and as he alighted at it, he exclaimed,
IaAh! here is the source of all my grief,
would to God had never seen this Rock" !"
As he stood gazing on the bay, he saw
white sail approaching. Nearer, nearer, it
hme, and that disconsolate veteran saw
tat his hour had come. Turning to his
Sped which stood in all the pride of his
ptwer, he commenced with as much emo
tiSn as he did eight years before, on that
sfne spot to Alice. Said he, Wallace, this
rofk has been the death-place of your mas
etand it shall be the death-place of you,
aN going to leave this shore, never to re-
turn have promised you that no other man
shouf ever ride on your back, and now am
goin4to fulfill my promise. You die, Wal
lace, put you die by the hand of your mas
ter, l now you are not afraid to die So
saying,he drew pistol, and when the re
port bfke the stiffness of that night, the
gallant tar-steed, which had swept like a
hurricandoyer so many desperate fields, was
mass ofttruggling flesh. His master stood
Psoad "aaNvrecS, and gazed on his horse
without 4tsring word, when turning to-
wards thebay, he beheld boat approach
ing the slpre. The Captain of the vessel
hearing thfreport Of the pistol, and thinking
II signal II distress, had dispatched boat
TO the shoretolearn the cause of it. "Who's
there" shoutsd the boatman.
"a friendg replied dark form, with a
deep hollow Nee as he stepped firmly into
the boat 'Wkat do you want rejoiued the
boatman, "ont bear me from this accursed
shore, is all l \ mt"
/ He was carried on board the vessel, and