Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1860-08-23
KINGS MOUNTAIN.
BY MRS. MARY A. EWART.

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bayouets they bore down on the foe. Pick
ems, Mcdowell and Cunningham spraug to
the head of their men in dauntless heroism.
On they came against those bristling bay
onets.
| sSeveuty-6rst Regiment, form into line
) on the left,' cried Tarletou Dragons, on
. the right he erie, as the determined pha-
: lanx bore down upon him. Again, Nor
> gan's watchfulness and decision saved him.
} He perceived the movement and the neces'
} sity of covering his flank. Ordering up the
cavalry, Washington's impetuous troopers
came laundering down. The bayonets OF
, Howards continentals were interlocked
!, with those of the foe-the militia had re-
covered and formed a new reserve. There
was a shock of contending columns, the
clashipg steel, and deafening war seemed to
rend the very heavens.
) washington and freedom = 'Davie, to
! the rescue y was shouted by the excited
troops, as they poured their columns upon
the foe.
sHap cried Davie, as buryiug his spurs
in his noble steed, he spied Hardy in the
fray. 'Now-my life or yours
Come on replied Hardy, with volley
of imprecatious, 'and I will spare your
rebel neck, halter
Davies brow darkened, and there was
death in his wrathful glare as he bore down
upon him. Although Hardy was match
for Davie, in brute strength and dogged
courage, he was none in sleight or cool dar-
ing. He was soon uuhorsed and rolling in
the dust.
'Ha I have you then, cowardly assassin,
cried Davie, springing to his side. 'You are
my prisoner-I will not stain my sword with
your cowardly blood
mine is not so choice, unfortunately for
you,' Hardy interrupted, laughing; and
suddenly spriugipg to his feet, 4 accept no
quarter from your rebel hands-take that,
he cried, with bitter oath, swinging a
blow with such unexpected vigor, that Da,
vie had barely time to parry it, ere another
! pass, bathed his face in blood.
sFool,' cried Davie, dashing the binding
blood from his eyes; you force me to this,
and springiug on him, his sword passed d.
rectly through his body. Hardy fell with
that look of mortal hate in his face.
Soperish allthe enemies of my country,
said Davie, as he extricated his dripping
blade. His bride rein had been caught by
young Sewer
sHurrah, Major. Well done! The boys
missed you, and I came to hunt you up
You have given him his passport to Para
disc, more or less I've somehow had an
added grudge against that fellow ever since
Bessie Craig's death. Well, the king has
lost servant and the devils got one; but
mount, Major mount, the battle is not yet
over. 1t promises glorious day though.
Hurrah, boys! here he is come on! Fol
low your leader
Thank God, you are safe, Major; we
missed you,' said Boweu's stern voice
Now, my men, on to victory!
Riding up to the side of the Major, his
usual post in battle, his dark brows meeting
in veugeful wrath, he dashed into the fray.
Conspicuous by his black horse and tall
person, he was fair mark for many one
that day, but yet he was impassive to their
shot. Few men ventured to cross swords
with him but like minister ofvengeauce,
his curse was marked by track of blood.
Sometimes an adversary of greater weight
or courage opposed him, and for an instant
his bloody path would be checked. Then
as the foe fell under his unerring sword, a
hoarse laugh would issue from those com
pressed lips and crying, God do so to ME
and more also, if my righteous VOW is not re
deemed, he would again dash on with saw
age joy, uttering his terrible cry of Justice
and no mercy
Tarleton fought with dogged valor,
though now forced to confess it was in re-
treat. His soldiers became unsteady, and
at every fresh charge he found it more diff,
cult for them to halt aud form regularly, and
their retreat also was much more rapid than
consistent with good order. The panic in
creased, each individual seemed to think it
unanswerable that he should be the last in
retreat, and several troopers set spurs to
their horses and fed outright. Others
seemed inclined to follow their example,
and every moment the British officers fear
ed the troops would leave the field The
trampling of the horses, the groaus Of the
wounded, the continued fire Of the enemy,
the loud shouts which accompanied each
volley, made a terrible picture of blood and
confusion. With the composure of deadly
hatred, Bowen rode through it all, the death
his recklessness seemed to WOO, flying from
him. Suddenly, he wavered upon the seat
he had 50 rigidly maintained, and clapp'ng
his hand to his side, the palor of death
spread over his face.
what is it?' cried Davie, in alarm q; 'are
you hurt?'
I've got my discharge at last, Major
said he gaspingly; God knows longed forit' ,
He would have fallen from his horse, but
Davie caught him, and dismounting, sup
ported his faintiDg head.
Gracious heaven said Davie, in strong
emotion; 'this is heavy ransom for liberty
} Speak my friend, speak, tell me it is not SO
bad-the wound is not mortal