The Morristown gazette. [volume] (Morristown, Tenn.) 1867-1920, 1877-05-09
Peace, my babe-there is no danger

And then his voice became choked, and
his black mare shot ahead of her rider,
goaded by q sword in her flank while that
poor rider-still lank and feeble-began to
spin round like a tee-totum.
But Lone Stars prayers were not all said
vet. Hardly had his body gyrated there,
when it descended suddenly to the ground
beneath, the rope suspending it severed
by a bullet. And as the Texan, PROSTATE
and insensible, remained upon the ground,
hand-to-hand cavalry fight took place
above him.
It was one of those s'surprise parties
which, during the war, took little note of
civilities, and only brought supplies In the
shape of powder and ball.
That ounce bali of lead, which severed the
moose rope in time to save Lone Stars breath,
for future prayers, was followed by several
pounds Of the same metal, In conieal plugs,
whistling from all directions through that
woodland, on the line of Virginia and Ten
neSsee.
A "free fight, >, in tsTexas fashion, !" went
forward, then, for several minutes; as 'tboys
blue" with sabres, cut and slashed, or ex-
changed revolver yolIeys, with guerrillas, in
all shades of dingy garments. Horses
went under, and men went under and
over horses, and bullets whizzed and sang
behind and before the cover of oak trees
until more foemen closed their eyes upon
each other, on level with Lone Stars body,
| than he had seen around him when he shut
eyes in a whirl under the "blaek jack
bough. Presently, two fighters, both un-
horsed, crossed swords over Lone Star, and
| disturbed that Texan so much, that he
opened his little blue orbs, to see whether
sSfair play was going on.
He opened them at a very critical moment.
/ One of the men fighting near him, was on
| his knees, beaten down under heavy blade,
which snapped his own in two pieces.
| Lone Star recognized the man on his knees
as the guerrilla captain, and the man who
| had beaten him down as Captain, Revere:
i Next moment he saw Revere lower his sword
| blade, and extend his hand to his defeated
adversary, who was yelling" Hold up! !
surrender -
aAlI 1ehtr' quoth Lone Star to himself.
4 HThat's settled. - And he glanced up q
hill-road crowded with flying guerriIlas
and saw blue-coated troops after them, peii-
meI1. Then he took second look at the
two men near; and that second look made
him scream out, like catanlount--
s. Look yers Yank ~
Revere turned quickly toward the yolse
| and that turn saved his life. A ball grazed
/, his ear: and he saw the guerrilla captain
| holding the carbine he had cooked and dis
charged from behind his waist, while grasp
/ ing with his other hand the hand OF ms
| confiding captor.
xii the cuss 80 shouted Lone Star, il
honest disgust at the treachery he had giver
| warning Of; but another ayenger was q
hand. "A horses hoofs, striking the sWard
after long bound, brought one of keTere'l
i comrades close over the foilnd guerrilla anc
t1enext instant sabre-blaGe descended. ane
ended that guerrilla's doAhle-dealing for
ever. The cowboy sank in his tracks
and Frank Schuyler, witk Gimson sabre
blade lifted over q serEeant's cheEron
saluted his captain.
'sNow, it's settled!' quoth Lone Star 4
himself again and then he sat ups as well ai
he could, with his arms tied behind him
and called out to Captain Revere:
'sHere / is, Yank prisoner on hotl
sides.',
Sergeant Schuyler unbound the confeder
ate and the Texan then learned anothe
lesson IN human nature that recalled his ex
perienee in Saul Maey's cottage. Captain
Revere's eeouts had followed double trai
that morning, keeping their eyes on Lon
Star, by their captains orders, and thereb.
becoming aware Of q guerrilla squad u
persuit OF the same object Sergeant Schuy