The southern enterprise. [volume] (Greenville, S.C.) 1854-1870, 1860-07-19
GREBNvILLE SOUTH CAROLINA THURSDAY MORNING. JULY = s
/" "A dead siIence ens,ed

a dead silence ensued -
@t They're; cowed, father. Thew,
sneakipg of 10 cover exclaimed 81
I".Not they ! they're oonI, cor teontriyino
/ some new desiltty. John and Mat
thew. round with you to the back O
the house. Grace-my God! where
did that shot come s:o,n,s as with .
sharp cry Reuben the eldest, leaped
three feet up in the air, and fell forward
on lris face. stone dead. ssz' 81, '5rs :
Mrs. Oakley sprang forward and
threw herself on bis body, The fair.
haired eldest boy was her darling. " An.
other shot came crashing through the
window, and bedded itself deep In the
opposite walt So, s'af ~".. ..t.t5's.
e. Aim at sonde,r; .ree,' shouted Mr.
Oakley: 'Fsaw tue CLEAN of rifle.
stock among the leaves bs .'',t''
A third shot, wi,izzing SO close mas,
us as TO make us start back; and then
our rifes answered, aud dark BODY
went down, and struck with a heavy
t''"- oSdiuet, tll6 ground.
"' He's silenced,, exclaimed Mr.. Oak.
ley, with a gleam of stern satisfaction
shooting across his face. But I see
none of the rest. Where are they
hidingP 80 ..
7 - Father, fatherr called Grace, in
an agonized tone. ..a... b. s-. ~
..'" Mr. Oakley ran hastily into the
back room, where she was. A stalwart
man, in q hunting froek, and SO bronzetl
as TO make il almost doubtful if lie
we're white or red, had 'swu6g himself
from an adjoining tree on 70 tie tss:co.
ny, and was trying to force himself
through the ii:tle window. - pos
As Mr.. Oakley rushed forward lie
drew the hunting knife that he wore in
hi, belt, bnt selling tue sharp edge ia
his bare hands, the intuiatcd father
wrested it from his grasp by main
strength, and plunged it up to the hill
in his breast.
r"A fierce yell, and a harmless voilev
from those in ambush, received this new
defeat, and then came another of those
oininous pauses. - .'-....'-'.. .rs s"s.
60 What can they he abouta' nut.
tered Simeon, who was again at tue
look out. They are piIing up hay, and
brushwood. They surely cant dream
of firing the house O. So r..r.'. I
."'The door, the door = gasped G race.
Right = exclaimed the father
The girl has more wit then us all.
We must barricade the hail. -,.. go -
"'Never mind llIe shutters, said Mrs.
Oakley, who had regained her marble.
like composure. . We will bar them
and she began to draw the bolts.
f" Mr. Oakley hesitated, for the task
was one Of dangeri but there was no
time, and chairs, sofas, aud tables were
piled up at a short, distance FROM the,
door,1in what WIS really, a formidable
barricade, guarded. as il was, 10y those
unerring rifles. The smeil OF the burn.
ing wood, and the smoke that filled the
hall. now grew almost intoierabIe. Mr.,
Oakley placed us on the staircase, and
exhorted his sons TO stand close and
take good aim. A portion OF tho door
fel! in. Mr.. Oakley, raised his rifle ::
and Waller Van Cuyler, who was the
inst to spring in, staggered. and fell
back with q g'oan. The others swarm
ed in like bees, but a second and a
third of those deadly volleys brought
them to a stand. No man cared TO ex.
pose himself 10 such certain death. -.
- Give 'em another, boys. wen beat
'emt off yet but mute shake of the
head was their only answer, The pow
der was exhausted. For moment, a
deadly pallor overspread his face; the
next bis voice rang out, clear. and firm
as ever: ~ -, 49,, =. -.
"' Close up! Draw your kuires!
sible.' - - ~ '-,' - -. -. .
"' Come on, their, powder is, OUT
shouted man, who; With q hall. dozen
others, had succeeded, in scrambling
over the barricade, and ywaa making his
way toward the little group.
49, You'd better be careful. Our wo.
men have their knitting kneedlss ye,,'
retorted Mr., Oakley, derisively. i. %,
Wen take care oil you and your
women BOTH returned The rufiian, aim.
ing blow al Simeon, that brough,
lim TO the ground. : - .,.-.a q So
"A spasm contorted Mr.. Oakley's
stern features for moment, and then,
with strangled sob, he threw himself
,headlong on the assailants.
Kill him--cui him down-he's the
devil himself 7 shouted dozen voices !;
but at this moment arose another and a
different cay. -. 80. N..'S
" The rebels-the rebels are on us =
as laundering on--tlampling the COW.
ardly wfetches down under the horses
hoofs-came Mark Warner, with his
iighthorse troops. in an instant all
was confusion. No one thought Of any.
thing but fight, and the enraged Amer.
leans moved the flying tories down like
grain, | ,grftaE ~ ~ eni
"Then burst forth all the emotions so
long pent up. Father and sons threw
themselves into one another's arms
Grace tainted, and Mrs. 0akley's stony
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