Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-07-12

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Il can we'll believe it, said Mr. Will.
loughby; but how did you hear it?'
'Mr Adams-you know he fought with
us that day-brought the news to our camp.
Itspread like wildfre. Bowen was out when
he came, picking up dispatches. You know
Major Davies boys lets nothing escape
them, so that we all knew it before him. /
would not have told him the news for a
gold universe. Like the rest of US, he was
longing for the battle, but he had a private
grudge against Ferris he had sworn that
day to settle, and always good humored, he
was perfectly joyous in excitement. His
men all love him ; he is just like brother
to the boys, and if any of them get in diff
culties and are afraid of the Major getting
hold of them, Bowen's always the man to
stand between them and trouble [ did not
see him when Mr.. Adams told him the
news, but I saw him in the battle often,
and I believe for while he was as perfect
maniac as ever was manacled, with just
enough of reason to distinguish friends from
foes. And sometimes scarcely that, for at
one time when Cleveland ordered retreat,
he threatened to sabre the first man that
would turn. The enemy was bearing down
on us with bristling bayonets, and we had
Just to surround him and bear him from
the field, while he shouted like a madman
in disappointed fury. Again, I saw him, as
one of our men levelled gun at Ferris,
strike it up, while he swore he would kill
the man who robbed him of his prey that
day. He would not carry his gun, but af
ter firing the first load, dashed it at the
enemy and used his sword throughout the
day. 1t seemed as if the mechanical labor
of loading could not be endured-he must
be cutting and slashing all the time. I
shall never forget his laugh, as at length,
finding his enemy, he tore him from his
saddle and trampled the traitor under his
horses hoofs. 1t rings in my ears yet, and
makes me shudder. The lips that could
utter such demoniac sound, can surely
never smile again
Poor fellow said Mr.. Willoughby, sit
was hard blow to him. Bessie was one
of those bright creatures that you love, you
know not why, and that you never forget. 1
suppose his men felt with him.
Il tell you, Mr.. Willoughby, there was
not man on the field that day who did not
feel with him. It's true, there were but
few there who did not have reckoning to
settle, but Bessie's wrongs were borne in
every heart. Major Davie, you know, is
not very demonstrative before his men. I
think that is the reason he has them in such
subjection-he controls himself so we'll
but his face that day looked as if it was
carved in stone. His lips were firmly
pressed and never opened, save to say sfor-
ward ! His men needed no other encour-
agement than to see him dasbing before
them in the thickest of the fray, and if he
had dashed on to the very encampment,
they would have been right behind him
After the battle saw him 60 up to Bowen
who was wiping his dripping sword with a
hand almost as bloody. He grasped his
hand and said, Bowen ) but he could say
no more. Fora moment he stood with one
hand on Bowen's shoulder, and the other
in his grasp, and in that moment, these
noble fellows understood each other as we'll
as if they had talked for centuries. l saw
him wiring his comrades hand, and as if
unable to meet longer the suffering in Bow
ems face, turned rapidly away. The drops
of suppressed agony mingled with the
dripping blood, as Bowen bent to his task
again Mr.. Willoughby shuddered.
'Davie came off unhurt?'
Yes, only slight scratch on his temple,
which will leave quite pretty wound for
future years. replied Sewer, laughing
by the way, that reminds me I've a note
for you, somewhere. A soldiers epistle,
verify, Miss CAMPBELL as he handed a
soied and crum pied note to her. 1t was
without address and ran
DO what you can for the pleasure of the guest
have thrown upon your sympathes. You will
know to give my regards to Mr.. Wioughby-
The enemy are ours. Victory! Pardon SOL
der's haste DAVIE
'And how did Mr.. Adams fght?' asked
Mr.. Willoughby, as Ellen read her note.
Gas calmly and deliberately as ever man
fought, replied Sewer. Il think though,
he thought the sword too murderous a wea-
pom for him; he would only use his mus
ket. As soon as victory was proclaimed,
he flung his gun from him, and did all
that he could for the wounded and the dy-
ing. He did all in his power to check tha.
Whig retribution of hanging, till one of
the men in his terror accused another of
his aid in Bessie Craig's murder, thinking,
I suppose, to turn kind of States evil
dence, when mutual recrimination brought
out two of them who bad been engaged in
it, or at least, stood consenting. Mr. Ad-
ans said no more about mercy; but hurried
down the hill as if he feared being betray-
ed into any such weak emotion, and was
soon buried in employment more suited to
his tender nature, comforting the dying
and relieving the wounded. 1t was to his
care and knowledge of surgery, Lieut.. Gra-
ham owes his life
'Ah ! how so,' said Mr. Willoughby.
well, in the heat of the action, Fergu-
son ordered body of troops under the COM
mand of the Lieutenant to silence a party
of shooters, who were picking off the red
coats as fast as they could load. The party
had vcnturcd quite near the encampment,
and were playing mcrrily with their rifles,
when the Lieutenant bore down upon them.
RI forced them from their noSition ond m