Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-07-05
CHAPTER X.
Oh ! such day,
So fought, 80 follow'd and so fairly won,


Tell Miss Ellen to come to me immedl-
ately,' said Mr.. Adams, as he stopped for
moment at the door of the Mansion House.
What is the matter, Mr.. Adaus?' said
Ellen in alarm, as she answered the hasty
summons.
Bessie. Bessie Craig is dying. Can you
20 to her?'ss
What do you tell me! Bessie, Bessie,
dying? Oh it cannot be-
1T is too true. Go down if you can, for
her father is helpless from paralysis,
brought on, suppose, by the dreadful
stroke
%! this is dreadful cried Ellen; 'bu'
what is the matter? She was quite well
when last saw her, but day ago
i cannot tell; I only fear it is the foul
est murder that ever was perpetrated. The
old man cannot speak. : found him bound
in chair 10 his own house, and Bessie ly
ing at his feet, her dress almost torn from
her, and bathed in blood, from the rupture
of a blood vessel l presume, for | saw nc
wound and she either could not or would
not speak to me, but clung to her father,
and hiding her face on his knee, moaned as
if her heart would break. tried to gel
something out of Andrew, but he only NUT
tered Tories, and pointed to Bessie
Good Heavens cried Ellen, in pallid
terror; sthis is too terrible to realize-bu1
I will 20 to her-will 60 at once. Oh ! the
cruel, cruel hand that could have injured
that innocent girl-what fend could have
done it?'
sImuch believe it was that Ferris. Ee
incited party against me, that came and
burnt the most of my library last night
swearing my covenauting principles made
me the rebel l was, and threatening tc
take my life for that sermon at the church
the other day. Judged from what heard,
that Ferris was up here robbing Mr. Will
loughby of what he could lay hands on
He was; and knowing the character OF
the man, my uncle saved himself from in
suit, perhaps from injury, by making
complete surrender. He and his myrmi.
dons swept everything. They literally rob
bed us. 1t is likely, uncle Hubert will OBJ
ject to my going down to the homestead TO-
day; but must 60 to Bessie
i dc not think there will be any danger.
The Tories are now all collected in Fer.
guson's camp and even if they were not,
every principle of humanity calls for assist
ance at the homestead
sAre you going back? If 50, said s.
len, Il will 60 with you.
No. replied the minister, COMPRISING
his lips, while frowB gathered on his usu,
ally placid brow, 'my duty is yonder TO-
day. pointing to the heights of King
Mountain. If such scenes as yon left
behind would not arm every man, priest or
layman, then would | say that charity had
died in the human heart, and we deserve
to be butchered, insulted and dishonored -
know not how l shall tell poor Bowen it
will 90 nigh to madden him
Ellen turned tearfully away as the pic
ture Of Bessie. in the pride Of her young
beauty and timid love rose before her, and
bidding the good minister good speed, with
many an inward prayer for blessing upon
their arms, with many an anxious thought
for one whom she vel! knew would be in
the thickest of that days battle, she turned
with sad heart, to fulfill woman's and
sisters duties to little Bessie Craig.
As the minister rode along, he met with
many of the neighboring people fastening
to the scene of combat Some riding bare
back with dangling trace chains, reused by
some fresh tale of terror in the excitement
of the coming battle, to strike blow for
vengeance and freedom. As they rode
along together, no noisy boisterous tones OF
excited profanity, testified to the passions
that were stirring their nature. No, the
feeling was too deep and holy for the out
break Of speech. Occasionally, tale OF
butchery would be told, but in low tones
that spoke deeply of smothered passion, OF
Kissing out, would come in spasmodlc ut
terancc story of dishonor and wrong that
whitened the palid cheeks to still more
doathly hue, and forced the blood from lip:
bitter in strong determination to repress the
fury of passion And with their burning
eyes fastened upon the bri>tling crest of the
British encampment, they pressed on. The
man of God, the minister of peace, reused
to holy vengeance the grey haired father
made chidless by British butchery; the
stalwart man enduring his wrongs with he
roic fortitude the beardless boy forced tc
premature manhood, quenching his tear
and nerving his heart by memories that
curdles the blood to look back upon; all, IL
silence more ouimous than words, hasten
ed to the patriots camp. As they reached
it, an order was passed rapidly along the
line. Laconic as it was appropriate, Ii
agreed we'll with the character of the deter.
mined leaders of that days action.
Tie up 'overcoats; pick touch holes
prime afresh, and be ready to fight
The party now entering, were warmly
welcomed their familiarity with the ground
and arrangement of the British camp, prov
ing highly useful to the officers of the patri.
OF army. Acting upon the information
thus obtained, the officers determined &c
divide their columns and attempt to sur
round the mountain. By their division,