The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1869-07-22


events, and happy results Of the morn
ing, while the sides Of the rescued
were splitting with laughter at the lu
dicrous mistake of their friends. f.
/. Arriving at the village the Lieuten
ants and ladies, without being permit
ted a word Of explanation, were raptu
rously greeted by men, women ant
children in every manner calculated tc
manifest the great joy Of the popula
ton consequent upon their miraculous
escape from tomahawks and scalpine
knives, after passing that dreadful nigh
in the custody Of savages.
Few men have lived who, at any pc
Rod of their existence possessed more
self.wil or control over himself thar
Lieutenant Davis; yet in vain did he OF
that occasion exert every faculty and
power to repress the irrisibilities ofhis
nature in order to render an explana
ton possible. Much less was it posi-
BILE for the ever merry and great heart
ed Lieut.. Wilson to do so. These lu
dicrous circumstances, with the exhu
berance of public rejoicing-all jabber
ing away in French and English at tho
same time-rendered it utterly impos
siblc for either of the "rescued party
to get in a word edgewisc or other
wise, and so the crowd gradually dis.
perscd. .. ...
Col. Taylor, however, "snelt mice
and was not long in ascertaining the
true state of affairs, that Knox had en-
gagged in ~ runaway MATCH" with Lieu
tenant Wilson and the beautiful Miss
Street as groomsman and bridesmaid
Truth wound out and in less than an
hour every man, woman and child IL
the neighborhood knew all about the
wedding ;,and as they discussed the sin
gular affairs and adventures of the
morning uproarious laughter arose from
every group and HOUSEHOLD.
There was, however, one face amid
that wide spread scene Of mirih and
gayety that was livid with rage; two
lips tightly compressed, two eyes flash.
ing with Indignation, and one st rong
hand grasping, now and. again the hilt
of an oft tried sword. The reader may
we'll imagine l refer to Col. Zachary
Taylor, before whose angry glance
brave indeed must have been the heart
that did not become faint.
Col. Taylor having declared with an
oath as strong as ever he used, that
under no circumstances would he ever
forgive Davis, or become reconciled
with his daughter, an alienation there
after existing as wide as the polls.
Sixteen years had passed away on
'the wheels of time" when Gen. Tay-
or and Col. Davis met in a foreign
country amid the sickening scenes of
blood, carnage and battle, in defense
oftheir country's honor, both of whose
commands delinitly floated the 'star
spangicd banner'--a flag which at that
date, 1916, was in truth the emblem of
liberty and equality. Wherever on
that sanguinary field the fierce contest
ragged and duty called there was seen
the noble soldiery form of Jefferson
Davis at the head of the First Missis-
sippi Rifles than whom no more cour,
ageous regiment ever unsheathed
sword for national honor, This was
he battle of Buena Vista in Mexico,
where Col. Davis was severely and it
vas at the time supposed mortally
1t was evening at Buena Vista. The
great battle had been fought; Ameri
IAN arms and valor had triumphcd
he dead were being buried and the
wounded humanely cared for by COM
AIDES hands. when General Taylor
his splendid war horse, old
Whitley" and hurriedly made his way
o the marque of Col Jeff. Davis. Arri-
ing at the wounded Colonel's quarters
be General quickly dismounted, step
ed to the Coloneps cot, grasped him
" the hand, pressed it fervently, and
lmost overcome by emotion, said:
JEFF you have saved the day with
our glorious rifles let me confess that
knox knew your worth and mettle bet
er than did.
From that moment throughout the
1ar, and indeed until the death of
resident Taylor the warmest friend
hip existed between those old CON-
anions in arms. Even when General
Taylor was the whig President of the
United, States and Jefferson Davis q
democratic Senator from Mississippi,
mid all the political strifcs Of the time
10 feelings other than those of the
unrest regard existed between them.
Let us trust through hopeful augury