Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1871-06-15


The animal seemed to understand
her, for he gave low whinny.
Our heroine saddled Selim, led him
| from the stable, and was soon riding
towards Greehe's camp, which was
eight miles distant. She rode swiftly
for sh, wanted to reach her destination
in time to let her patriot general form
his men to meet the assault. The
British pickets were four miles distant
and she would be compelled to pass
through their lines; but as she was
now in possession of the countersign
she did not fear the result.
Soon Kate saw the picket's bayonet
CLEAN in the moonlight, and heard
him cry out:
"Who goes there ?"
ga friend, with the countersign:"'
She approached thepicket and whis-
pered:
England u :,
cali right; pass on. But stop!'
cried theplcket, ashe caught aglimpse
of her face.
Kate stopped her horse, and laid
her hand on a pistol. The picket ap-
preached and said:
Is that you, Miss Heath e.
at is; Guy returned Kate, for
she recognized the soldier to be Guy
jackson, who had often visited their
house.
Where are you going tonight,
Miss Kate?" he asked.
ITO see Mrs. Blake; she is very
sick" .l.
aJust like,you, Miss Kate-always
visiting the sick; you are a minister
ing angel" said the naughty Briton.
Thank you for the compliment.
Guy. But l must be going. Good
night" And Kate was again on her
journey, while the picket returned to
his post.
She had to pass four miles yet ere
she would be safe, so she urged on her
steed. Before she had gone hun
dred yards from Guy Jackson, doz-
en- mounted Britons rode furiously up
to the picket, and their leader cried
out:
Did any person pass thfs post a
short time since p
"Yes, sir, was the picket's reply.
"Do you know who it was?'
81 do; it was Miss Heath
"Had she the countersign, sir"
"She had"
al fear she isaafe. Forward, men
If she escapes, Greene is saved. A
hundred golden guineas and a COM
mission to the man who catches her, I"
cried the leader of the band, as they
dashed after the brave girl, leaving
the picket in state of bewilderment.
Kate soon heard the sound of her
pursuers, and she pushed on faster
It was race for life or death. The
British horses were fresh, while hers
was beginning to show signs of
fatigue. !:
Forward, selim; you must take
me to Greene's camp" said Kate, to
her horse
But her enemies gained upon her,
and one of them seemed bent on
catching her, for he was some yards
in advance of his comrades. Kate
heard the ominous tramp of his horse
and drew her pistol. Nearer he came
until he was at her side, and then cried
out:
Halt, you cursed rebel:l'
Those were his last words, for Kate
fired, and the bullet crashed through
his brain. The others did not stop tc
look at their dead comrade, but press.
ed OF. They neared her again, and
another trooper received his death
wound. Theremainder halted, and
a moment afterward Kate, heard the
American picket cry out;
Who goes there?''
"Kate Heath" cried our heroine
as she dashed through the line.
The soldier had raised his gun, but
when he heard her name it was low
cred, and he answered:
All riCht |"
The American camp was reached
Kate threw herself from the saddle
and placed herfaithful horse in charge
of soldier.
!. "Where is Greene's s tent ?" 1T
To the right there where you SET
thatlght, replied the man, pointing
to the place. .. ~
She entered the generals tent, anc
found him engaged in writing; HI
raised his eyes, then rose tc his fee
and said
Youc come here at a late hour
Miss Heath. "
II do, General; you are in dan
ger"
"How is that?' exclaimed Greene
The brave girl told her story; ant
the patriot grasped her hand, Will
! the tears trickled down his war-worl
cheeks.
4" Thank God ! you have saved m,
: army, Miss Heath. I can never repa..
you"
{" Iwantno payment. The though
: that I have. done my duty, and tn
: thanks of Nathaniel Greene are wort
= more than gold and diamonds" wa
the heroic reply. 90
!; Take my thanks, my brave CIR
! and may the Great Jehovah watc
: oyer and guide you through tn
: changing scenes Of life, " responde
Greene. l
; ."-And may He save my country