Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-07-05

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every man, though obedient to the voice Of
his commander, was fighting without the re-
straints of military discipline, and animated
with the enthusiasm of liberty. The piquet
soon gave way, and with loud shouts, the
mountaineers pressed them to the main
body, threatening, in their mad career, to
break into their very encampment. Col.
Ferguson ordered his men to charge, and
suddenly the Americans listened to the
voice Of Cleveland as he commanded them
to retire. They had scracely given wav
when Shelby, who had completed the circuit
of the mountain, poured in we'll directed
FIRE. Facing this new adversary, another
bold and gallant charge of English regulars
forced him down the hill. But another
band of uncrring rifles compelled the Brit
ish commander once more to change his
front, and wheeling rapidly, the patriots
were again driven back. Before they could
effect route, Campbell had ascended the
mountain and renewed the attack from that
eminence, compelling the British to wheel,
which they did in double quick time, but in
perfect good order; and having received re.
iiDforcements from within the line, the
charge was made with the whole British
force at the centre column. With Ferguson
at their head, animated by his voice, the
shrill notes of his silver whistle rising high
above the din of combat, they made theil
impetuous charge. Again the bayonet ir
British hands told, and Campbell gave way
before it. But Cleveland had rallied, and
Sewer was moving forward, and the double
fire was terrific. Campbell's retreatlug col
umns heard it they knew it was the voice
of their compatriots, and rallyiug, they
wheeled and rushed upon the advancing
columns Of the enemy. !,ut Ferguson see
ing his danger, threw his men into three col
umns facing each column Of the advancing
patriots, and bore down on the entire Amer
can line But it was too late. The noun
tain was encrcled by foes as bold and de-
liberate as they were prompt, active and
skilful. The British were fighting with
men who knew not what defeat was mer
whose arms they had themselves ncrved tt
the bloody action of that day. 1t was con
quor or die; it was the last hope of this
bleeding State, and Caroina's blood was ur
and alike unconquerable, in the unyield
ing princi pie of right, or the fierce energy
of despair The mountain hunter calmly,
bnt rapidly loading, and deliberately aim
ing, sent death messenger in every bullet
Then came the rage of battle The mortal
hatred between Whig and Tory along the
border, rendered the contest bloody, vindic
tive and relentless. Every one turned in
revenge. The cruelties that had been prac
ticed during the Tory dominion nerved
every arm, and private feelings of individu
al evaporation met then bloody satisfac
ticn The advancing columns met. The
English soldier, with his admirable diScip
line and indomitable courage, here proved
his breeding, and met with the generous
forbearance brave foe always yields to
another. The Tory looked upon the circle
of fire cncompassiug him, and read the bit
ter hate and relentless fury Of those who
were bearing down upon him, and charged
the closing flame with the energy of ies
pair But the circle narrows and the Brit
ish cavalry were ordered to mount. Fer
guson, with eallantry as indomitable as il
was desperate, was seen in every part o
his ranks cheering and encouring his men
Determining in one desperate charge, he
took his position at the head of his cavalry
and high above the din Of battle cried
scrush the id rebels to the earth
The Americans heard it, and there was a
pause then the mountains shook with the
tramp of coming steeds; and horse and foot
came laundering down its side. The rifles
we're silent; there was the low click of the
cock; sixty PAGES interviewed between them
and the coming foe; then peallng dis
charge, recoil, and the patriots rushed for
ward upon the charging enemy. The era
ven Tory felt his hour had come as the hot
breath and fierce glance Of his foe met him
for an instant he crouched, then spring OF
despair, a terror stricken shrek, wild yell
for mercy, the groan of the painting spirit
and mutilaed corpse With dripping
sword and bloodshot eyes, Bowen had fol
lowed the fortunes of the day. The com.
mand to advance, had been followed by a
reckless charge that made the succeeding
escape miraculous. Sulenly retreating be.
fore the advancing foe, he disputed every
inch of the bloody ground, till again the
shout of forward sent him spurruy into
the thickest of the ranks Where the shot
fell thckest, there his black stecd, feckrd
with foam, was seen plungiug through the
smoke, his sword sweeping in fiery circles
about his head, aud his thrilling shout sum
moning his followers to the charge. Again
and again he met the object of his fury,
but only to be drawn from him in the tide
of conteuding parties. Still with unhinch
ing purpose he followed him, aud if ever
man suffered death in Protean shapes, tha,
day the traitor Ferris suffered. The glare
of those blood shot eyes, as they sought him
in the fury of battle, seemed to scorch his
inmost soul, and with a terror, his brutal
nature had hitherto been stranger to, he
shrank in pallid dread from the encounter.
At each shock that face of vengeance burst
upon him. and left him weak, crouchiug
aud pitiful, iu mortal dread. 1t Was in the
last encounter they met, and nerviug him
self to battle for life, Ferris met his advcr,
sary. Striving to conquer the startled ter,
ror which the memory Of his crimes had