Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1864-05-18
Chapter II.-In the Penitentiary.

Chapter II.-In the Penitentiary.
1t was nearly dark when solitary horse
man approached country tavern by road
side. His horse was evidently tagged out
and the rider threw himself from the saddle,
as if he were glad to rest. As the jolly
tavern keeper approached the traveller, he
said:
"You are rather too fast, my friend. We
have no more room, for any one to, night"
"But, my dear sir, replied the traveller,
"look at my condition it is impossible for
me to go further. Look at my jaded horse"
81 am very sorry, sir; ;bat every bed is
occupied" > o..
81 do not care for bed, l can sleep on
the floor; only let my horse be attended to-.
To finish tho matter, am going to stay
here to night; 70 nothing mere need be
said on the subject" ..
Saying this, the young man moved toward
the door. - -s .. -.s
"Stop, sir" said Boniface, ''let me know
who you are, that speak like an English
lord, and take possession of my house, with.
out leave or license. eau tell you that I
am master of my own premises; and am
not in the humor to be trifed with either !;
I've been 'tigerated' enough lately"
The young man walked up to him, and
said in owyoice: ~ am Duncan Adair,
Kentuckian: belong to Morgau's com.
mand. Our forces were scattered at Leba.
non, and I am trying to make my escape"
The tavern-keeper grasped his hand
"Gome in !! come in, sir You shallstay if
my wife and I have to sleep on the floor. :
You are welcome, sir; welcome to every
thing in my house! Here boy, come, quick,
take this horse rub him down, let him get
cool, feed him well Put him in Yorick's
stall, you hear !" .
The servant who was just at hand, an
swered: eyes, sab !" and was soon leading
the horse around to the stable. As he went
along, he mutsered to himself: "Dar one
dollar I make out dat Mr.. Duncan Adair !
He tink nobody hear 'em say be one Nor
gan's men but I tell you dis nigga know
what time O. day it is-he keep bofe yees
open. go down to the Federal camp now
and form dose geumen of de fac. All, de
better time comm mighty fas We hab
de glorious Uuion,' den dis nigga 'be free,
own all dis plantation, and Mr.. Burton's
fine house on de bill Den I walk about
wid my blue coat Lace over wild COLE, my
sword by my side, my cap wild dat gole ting
on it and my cavalry boots on. Den when
I 60 down to Nashville, I'll show 'em dat
dis neighborhood is consid able of sea-
port"
IL the meantime, Duncan Adair had en-
tered the house; and when the landlord
had whispered to his wife, that they we're
entertaining one of Morgan's men, every
thing was put in motion, to prepare for him
the most savory supper.
Supper being ended, a young physician
who boarded in the house, invited Duncan
to share his bed. The offer being accepted,
they proceeded at once to their sleeping
room, and. Duncan, having deposited his
pistols beneath his pillow, threw himself
upon the feather bed, and ever down. sink
ing through the regions of dreams, was at
last lost in the profoundest depths of slum-
ber. At midnight, he was awakened by a
glare of light in bis face. Opening his
eyes, he beheld the room filled with Yam
kee officers aud soldiers.
"W hat is the matter ?" he asked
He was answered : "One of Morgan's 8
men is in this house, and we are in search
of him." -. :.
"One of Morgan's men p be exclaimed,
in apparent surprise, 'swhere is he?" At
the same time, thinking of his pistols, and
fearing they might betray him from beneath
his pillow, he carelessly threw up his arm,
so as to conceal them effectually.
One of the officers replied to this ques-
ton: "That is. just what we wish to dis
cover. 1t must be either you or this gen.
tleman in bed with you"
"You must be joking" replied Duncan,
tsto pretend to take either of us for one of
Morgan's men. Do we present very war
like appearance 2"
~ can't say that you do," answered the
officer, s"but who is that young gentleman
in bed with you?''
i"l am Dr.. Garvin," replied the yonng
physician. 81 practice in this nsighbor-
hood, and board at this house." :.
"And who is this other; gentleman Z"
"My name," answered Duncan, els John
Green; I am collector for q mercantile
house in Louisville, and came into this
'neighborhood TWO weeks ago.: . -:
n, care you the son of Nj. Henry Green,
Of Louisville r. ''No, sir, l am the son Of
Mr., Joshua Green, who lives on Walnut
Street." i
j "Ah, yes" rsjoined the officers, ,"I know
] that family also, Where are youi sisters
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