The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1859-04-27

AleSSiI upOu tue RrOuuu lew yaiuS iohi
her. The laurel bent and complained be-
meath his weight, communicating wave of
motion to the vines around her. A volley
of oaths followed the remark
"You're in bad temper, Cap'n,T said
another, who proved to be Simon Arrow
smith. '' '-'
"who wouldn't be in bad temper to be
baffied in this way ?" growled yantassle-
"Twice the gal seemed to be in my power
tonight, and twice have been defeated by
that unknown devil, 0ne-eyed Saul of the
! Swamp" . @ - s----,..-.-.' -.
ats the gal-theres where the shoe pinch
es. The loss of the silver plate is what
troubles me- Twas fools trick to set the
house afire and burn it up, arter all. There
was enough on us to take Laurelwood by
storm, and we ought to done it. I'd been
I. content with the booty, and them that pre-
ferred it might had the beauty, and welcome
Women are well enough to do the cookin
and homework, but as for havin one on 'em
! agin her will, | can't see no sense in it,
though them may hare different views. that
please. Whoever gets a 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 fin
gers this night. Simon Arrowsmith, who.
in the hends name, is this One-eyed Saul,
who is sich terror to our fellers all along
the Santee, especially in the neighborhood of
/ this cussed swamp" a-...
q Its more can tell, Capt. n; but know
4 that he fights like hurricane, and is never
still. First you hear of him at one place,
then at another long way off. He goes
! from p int to pint like racehorse, and alters
1 leaves his mark on the kinsmen. he has a
1 burnin hatred for Tories, and woe to them
that be puts his eye on for vengeance, for
they don't live long arter. Jim Pollard has
: got somethin' to do, reckon. I'm glad it
WASH 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 cases and
under all circumstance"
"Poor luck we've had sneered Martin,
/ /" though we had the advantage in pint of
numbers. There's seven. on us matched
agin seven; we'll see how it'll end. -
I" A dozen of us seem to be no match for
four, tonight" returned Arrowsmith, mo-
rosely. 81 wonder if any of our seven got
their quietus? Satan takes care of his ow q,
they say"
"We'll know, tonight, when we meet at
the cypress tree. got broken skull, and
noticed that two or three others had some
ugly marks; but it's my opinion. that the
seven will all turn up at the proper time.
Some of our friends went under :he bodies
I of few were burnt in the house. s'pose,
but it's the fate of war, and can't be helped
| It's Jessie Burnside that worries me the
! most !" .--.-4rr ri -.
Imagine the feelings of the young girl !!
Picture to yourselfher trepidation, her trem-
bling horror, at the proximity of villains
whose religion was Passion and Plunder,
and whose depraved instincts hurried them
to the commission of enormities 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" said
Arrowsmith, hopefully. "Herrick and Lang
ford follered 'em, you know"
:. How fur could they foller 'em through
these Internal meshes of wood?"
As fur as the frightened little bodies
could go. How do you think they could
fight their way through such diffikilties as
those? Why, they'd leave some Of their
clothes at every step, and wouldn't have a
rag left on EN- by the time they'd gone a
dozen rods. Think how the pretty dears
must have torn their soft feshi"
IArrowsmith laughed, as if the idea was
n very pleasant one.
"They couldn't go great ways, that 8
certain, replied Martin, refectively.
They may be thin ten yards of us ~
asaarta1 Arrnwcfnifn with cnn6Hapca
The effect of this remark was anything
but agreeable to Jessie, for the distance was
much less than the rutfian had named.
ave might look about some," added Ar
rowsmith. They'd be apt to smuggle
into the fust hdin' place they come TO /;
that's the way of the critters. When they re
frightened, they put their silly heads under
the fust bush they find
"You forget that Tom Hutter. Paul Ha-
zelhurst the tall Yankee, aud nigger, start
ed after EN- the minute we took to our
heels They've found EN-, I'll warrant, and
that arch rebel, Hazelhurst, is whisperin'
: fine things in Jessie's ears by this time
The day'll be long and the nights restless
till Pve covered him with the muzzle of my
rife. Little shall sleep till he ceases to
stan atween me and Jessie Burnside"
II isn't best to let out any secrets, Cap'n,
for we don't know what ears may hear us. !"
A twig broke beneath the slight weight
OF Jessies person. The circumstances add
ed fresh terror TO her situation. .-
"What was that?" whispered Arrow
smith a-r s- .t'
i5sa'It was noise p said Vantassle, sud-
denly whose bad temper made him reck-
less. -. --FF ...F ..-.tt.t-.r
know it was noise, but it alters takes
somethin TO make noise. What did tell
tyout Your beauty may be concealed here
about push ahead and see| aa sar.I
, Jessie heard Vantassle parting the laurels
and pressing slowly toward her. Her heart
beat violently she believed if he paused
. | he could hear it, The crisis of her fate, it
seemed to ker had arrived. Should she
spring up and attempt to fly, or remain ST.
lent a moment longer2 She chose the lat
ter. vantassle was within three yards of
her. 90 ~ 80" t'---- wv s-'''
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