Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1859-04-30

lis slightest tones. She shrank anu
crouched TO mother earth for proleclion,as
the startled parlrige hides itself beneath
a bough or in the friendly brake, TO es-
cape the hurling shot Of the hunter.
Discovery appeared inevitable, for the
cracking of the limbs and the struggling
and the w-breaIhed curses came nearer
and nearer.
.Perdi,ion seize these brambles y ex
claimed Vaniassle. One can neither
stand up nor lay down, go forrard nor go
back =
Jessie heard the speaker cast himself
recklessly upon the ground few yards
from her. The laurel bent and complain
-et beneath his weight, communicating a
wave Of motion 10 the vines around her.
A volley of oalhs followed the remark.
You're in bad temper, Cap'n, said an
other, who proved to be Simon Arrow
smith.
Who wouldn't he in bad temper 10 be
baffled in this way ? growled Vantsssle.
Twice the gal seemed to be in my power
tonight, and twice have been defeated
by tina, unknown devil, One,eyed Saul OF
the Swamp.
'I,'s the gal-there's where the shoe
pinches. The loss Of the silver plate is
what troubles me. Twas FOOLS trick
TO sci the house a6re and burn il up, arter
all. There was enough on US TO take
Lauralwood By storm, and we ought to
done it. Id been content with the booty,
and them that preferred it might had the
beauty. and welcome. Women are well
enough to do the cookin and housework,
bat as for havin' one on 'em agin her will,
can't see no sense in it, though they
may have different views that please.
Whoever gets chance to look among the
ashes yonder first, II git richly paid for
their trouble.
"A greater treasure than all the plate Of
Burnside House has slipped through my
fingers this night. Simon Arrowsmlth'
who, in the fend's name, is this One.
eyed Saul, who is sch terror to our
feIers all along the San,ee, especially in
The neighborhood Of this cussed swamp I!
Its more'n | can'lell, Cap'n; bu! |
know iha, he fights like hurricane, and
is never still. First you hear Of him al
one place, then at another long way off.
He goes from pint 10 pint like race
horse. and alters leaves his mark on the
kingsmen. He has burnin' hatred Tor
Tories, and woe to them that he puts his
eye on for vengeance, for they oon't live
long arter. Jim Pollard has got some
thin 10 do, reckon. I'm glad 1t wasn't
me that drew his name from The hat on
the night we crossed our sabres over the
red blaze, and swore-we seven-to
stand by each other TO the last, in all ca
ses and under all circumstances
Poor luck we've had sneered Martin,
though we had the advantage in pint Of
numbers. There's seven on us matched
sgin seven we'll see how it'll end
"A dozen of US seen 10 be no match for
four, tonight returned Arrowsmith, mo-
rosely. Il wonder if any Of our seven got
their quietus! Satan takes care of his
own. they say
sWe'll know, 10. might, when we meet
at the cypress tree. l gotta broken skull,
and noticed that two or three others had
some ugly marks but its my opinion
that the seven will all turn up al the prop
er time. Some of our friends went under;
the bodies of a few were burnt in the
house, s'pose, but lis the fate of war,
and can't be helped. It's Jessie Burn
side that worries me the most
Imagine the feelings of the young girl !!
Picture to yourself her HepidaIion, her
trembling horror,at the proximity of vii
lians whose religion was Passion and
Plunder, and whose depraved instincts
hurried them to the commission of enor
mites too shocking for the mind to dwell
upon. She was like the dove hiding
from the hawk-the hare shrinking from
the teeth OF the hound.
All hope of the gal isn't lost yet.' ssid
Arowsmi,h. hopefully. 'Herick and
Langford follered 'em. you know
How fur could they foller 'em through
these internal meshes of wood ? .
AS fnr as the frightened little bodies
could go. How do you think they could
fight their way through such dIfikilIies
as these! Why, they'd leave some Of
their clothes at every step. and would'nr
have "a rag left on EN- by The lime they
gone dozen rods. Think how the pref
ty dears must have torn their soft flesh J
Arrowsmih laughed, as if The idea was
a very pleasant one.
'They couldn't go great ways, that's
CERTAIN replied Martin, rehecuVely.
'They may be thin ten yards of us !!
asserted Arowsmiih. with confidence.
The effect Of this remark was anything
but agreeable TO Jessie. for the distance