The Democratic advocate. [volume] (Westminster, Md.) 1865-1972, 1876-04-29

Miss Elliott Of Captain Fraser, who had
just sauntered up to her chair.
May | answer the question after the
fashion of my ancestors" was the replygl
"by asking why you should think 50 r. n
"0uly because you seem to be suffer-
ing from fatigue, which a long march
might explain" a 4
Fraser's company was notoriously a
'fancy corps" whose soyerest duty was
generally to furnish the guard at head
quarters and to go through dress parade
every evening at the Battery.
All, no, but | have been on inspeci
tion duty, and it's bore, assure you
Inspecting the Aover-gardens, / pre-
sumo, to be sure that there are no rattle
snakes under the rose-bushes, or the mil
liner-shops, to see that no palmetto cock
AIDES are made. May / insist upon seat
for you? Not that chair" she added
hastily and with heightened color as the
captain was about to occupy the mutilated
fauteua: ''excusc me, but that is ere
served seat" r..ssss
"Ah, l see-beg pardon said Fraser
with slight sneer, for the story Of Wash
ingtons flag was generally known, and
also Miss Elliott's aversion to the use Of
the chair by any British officer. "Some-
body seems to have carried off the back of
that one"
"When last heard from, said the beau
ty, with curling lip, "it was at Colonel
Tarleton's back.
"Tarleton should be court. t.martialed for
that affair at Cowpens," said Fraser with
some warmth, and forgetting the proffered
seat he prepared to take his leave.
Perhaps Captain Fraser would like to
have had hand in the "affair" also,
added Miss Elliott with demure smile.
This allusion to Tarleton's wound was too
much for the gallant captain, and again
elevating the point of his queue toward
the ceiling, but this time without his hand
to his heart, he left the room with face
somewhat redder than his uniform.
CHATTER Ill.
There are defeats which are more glo-
rious than victory, and one of these it was
which, on the 9Th Of September, 1881,
gave to Jane Elliott's flag the title which
has come down with it to posterity. In
the earlier days of its history the saucy
little standard was known to the gallant
men who followed it TO action as "Tarle-
toms Terror" and sometimes it is even
now spoken Of as "the Cowpens Banner |.
But the name by which its brave custo-
dams most love to call it is "the Eutaw
Flag" II is hard to realize as one stands
beside the lovely fountains which flow to-
day as they did hundred-or perhaps a
thousand-years ago, that close by these
placid waters was fought one of the most
desperate and bloody struggles of long
and cruel war. The sunfsh and Dream
foated with quivering fms or darted among
the rippling shadows on that autumn morn
ing as we see them doing now. The
mocking-bird sang among the overhanging
branches the same varied song which
gladdens our ears, and the wild deer then,
as now, lsy peacefully in the shady coverts
of the ncighboring woods. Who knows
what they may have thought when they
heard their only enemy, man, rig out his
bugle-call to slip the war-dogs on his fel-
lows, or when the sharp crack Of the rife
told them for the first time Of safety to
themselves and Of death to their wonted
destroyers3
Already had "Light-horse Harry" Lee
struck the first blow victoriously in the
capture Of Coffin and the discontinue of
his force. Already for several hours the
old black oaks had quivered beneath the
thunder of artillery more fearfully destruc-
tive than that Of Heaven itself as Williams
hurled back from his feld-battery the
iron hail with which the enemy strove to
overwhelm him, Already had Howard's $
gallant Marylanders, the heroes of the
Cowpens, crossed bayonets with the vete-
ran "Irish Bluffs" and forced them in con-
fusion from the field. Majo ribanks, with
his regulars, grenadiers and infantry was
strongly posted behind copse too dense
to be forced by cavalry, and yet to dislodge
him was Colonel Washington's special
duty. Pointing with his sword toward
narrow passage near the water, he dashed
the spurs into the fanks of''his gallant
mare and called on his men to follow.
There was momentary pause, for the
duty was Of the most desperate character,
hut Captain Peyton snatched the little
banner which he had carried so long from
the hand Of the sergeant who had succeed
ed to its charge, and raising it above his
head spurred after his leader. As the
silken folds auttered out on the air ring
ing cheer went up from the troop, and the
whole line, wheeling into sections so as to
pass through the narrow gap, dashed for
ward as one man. Il was daring at
tempt, and terribly did they pay for their
audacity. A perfect storm of bullets
greeted the brave virg inians, and nearly
one-half Of them went down, horse and
man, beneath it's fearful breath ere the
other half were in the midst Of the enemy's
ranks Those were days when certain
simplicity of character made the soldier