Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-08-23
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vier, hesitatingly.
; 'Mr Willoughby-but where is Graham?
Good heavens, Sewer, he's wounded!
'Mr. Willoughby is safe, Major said
Sewer gravely, laying OBTAINING hand on
his arm 'but Graham is-deadv =
Dead calculated Davie, springing for
ward
Mr. Wiloughby was seated on the ground
supporting Graham's head on his knee
A pale blue mark on the temple, through
which few dark drops had trickled, told
it all. His brow was yet knitted with the
storm of passion, and his hand clutched his
sword, even in death. Yet in death, how
beautiful! The long curling lash shaded
the half closed eyes, and hid the death in
their glazed pupils. His cravat was united,
and the femininely beautiful throat exposed,
soft and fair as a woman's. The graceful
limbs not yet stiffened in death, lay as if in
careless repose, and the hand on the sword
but betokened the watchfulness of the sleep
ing soldier.
Mr. Willoughby looked up as Davie ap-
preached. Never had the young man seen
such look of strong despair. His mouth
quivered in spasmodic emotion, and his
eyes were encircled by deep rings of dark
purple. He spoke in accents of deepest
misery, yet not tear dimmed those stony
eyes.
my child is dead, Henry! Ny boy, my
brave, my noble boy, gone forever! I
watched him through all this terrible day,
and my heart trembled and swelled and
tainted, at his fearful daring. When he
rushed into the thickest of the fray, fol-
lowed him with my wild terror, and when
he came out unharmed I blessed the proud
and defiant boy. My eyes never once lost
him till that last fatal discharge-then I
missed him. Good God, the madening
agony of looking over the dead for him. I
found him at last in the thickest of the
fray, and he was dead! Oh! God, the
misery of that moment! My heart shrauk,
and shivered, and broke in the agony
He was dead, Davie, and died without bles-
sing me- Not word for the father that
begat him, the wretched, wretched father,
that so cruelty forsook him. My boy, my
noble boy! My darling son ! how I have
prayed for the moment when might claim
you when could take you in my arms and
call you child! Oh God, this is retribu-
tion! I claim your clay and He claims
your soul!' and groauiug in deepest an
guish, the old man with trembling fingers
pressed the clustering hair from the marble
brow, caressed the face so still in death,
and again and again kissing the cold lips,
strove by every endearment, to arouse the
sleeping dead.
what does he mean, Major? Is he
mad p whispered Sewer, who in mute as.
touishment had witnessed this outbreak.
'Hush,' replied Davie, in the same tone.
His grief maddeDs him, but his words are
true and sober We must get him away
what Graham his son p
Yes; I cannot tell you now, but it is even
so.'
Tt was with the utmost difficulty they
could prevail upon Mr.. Willoughby to leave
the dead to their care. But no inducement
could make him part with Davie, and find
ing him 50 intractable and witbal so help
less, Davie obtained permission to remain
with the old man and see the last sad Offices
performed to the friends so lately buoyant
with life and health. Indeed, hia own con-
ditiou needed attention, and weak from loss
of blood, he was compelled to see the duties
performed by other and stronger hands.
The troops were now all in commotion.
Morgan only waited to refresh his men,
when he pushed at once for Broad River.
His proximity to CORVALLIS forbade any
thing like security, and eucumbered as he
was with his FIVE hundred prisoners and
captured baggage, his movements were me-
cessarily slow. But pushing bravely on,
ere second evening passed, he had placed
the swollen water of the Catawba between
him and his foe. CORVALLIS hesitated as
to the propriety of following him, and only
arrived on its banks in time to witness the
safety of the retreating army, but the thun-
deriDg waters which had barely suffered
Morgan to pass, forbade him to venture
Thus his delay of a moment was the defeat
of his host.
The Americans believed that nothing
short of a miracle had saved them, even as
the Hebrews of old were saved by the Red
Sea and though the British commander
was not swallowed, his march was stayed,
the pursuit baf1ed, and Morgan in triumph
Joined his commander. Thus was fought
and gained the glorious battle of the Cow
pens, and was the second link in grand
chain of causes which finally drew down
ruin on the royal interest in the Carolinas.
The glory and importance of this action
resounded from one end of the continent to
the other. The battle of Kings Mountain
had terminated the desponding friends of
America-this made their hopes doubly ac
tive. The one had been like resurrection
from the dead of the Southern States; the
other was like arming those dead for con-
quest and victory. The American militia
had taken their first lessons in warfare, and
hereafter, their audacity and bold daring
were to be their characteristics. Cornwall
lis again complained that he was surrounded
by inveterate enemies and timid friends,
and to fight and conquer Green, was not
now matter of choice, but one of absolute
necessity.
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