Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-05-20

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you hurt?"
"I've got my discharge at last, Major"
said he gaspingly. "God knows longed for
it."
He would have fallen from his horse, but
Davie caught him, and dismounting, sup
ported his fainting head.
"Gracious heaven" said Davie, in strong
emotion "this is heavy ransom for liberty.
Speak my friend, speak; tell me it is not so
bad-the wound is not mortal"
"Thank God, yes," he said gaspingly.
Hush do not mourn for me" he feebly ut
tered as he marked the deep anguish of Da'
vie's face II have SO prayed for it, and
just SO on the battle field, on your breast, my
brave Major, my true friend" He pressed the
hand that clasped his. 81 longed so to give
my life for years. My Bessie risked hers.
Thank God it will soon be over now. My
life has been dark so dark, since Bessie left
me-"
The gasping utterance showed that life was
fast ebbing. The tide of battle had moved
beyond them, and the two friends were alone.
"Major," said Bowen, after moments 81
lence, 81 lose you. Where are you? All !!
1 know. What shouts are those? Hark do
the red coats fly? Then three cheers for
victory hurrah |" the last spark of life light
ing up his glazing eyes. "Hurrah my lads"
said he, struggling for fainting strength.
"Hurrah ~ The shout died on his tongue.
"God bless you. Major" said he, kissing Da-
vie's hand. "Now Bessie, for you and heav.
en-" he smiled, loosed the hold which had
been staunching the life blood, and the gal
liant spirit Of the wronged patriot went to its
reward.
The charge of the continentals had been
completely successful. The British advance
wavered, broke, and at length fell back on
the rear. Morgan now ordered up bis re-
serve. With loud shouts, the brave fellows
bore down upon their opponents.
"One more fire, and make the victory &C.
cure" cried Morgan.
The enemy were within thirty yards when
the final fire was delivered. 1t was terri
BILE discharge.
"Charge!" thundered Morgan, leading on
his men with fiery valor.
"Charge p shouted Howard, bringing up
his continentals, with fixed bayonets.
Coward, my boys" cried Washington, as
with his accustomed impetuosity, he bore
like sweeping wind upon the enemy.
Nothing could surpass the intrepidity Of
both officers and men. They rushed on in un-
shaken resolution, and nothing could exceed
the astonishment of the British, at these un.
expected charges A panic was communica'
ted to the whole. In vain their leaders en-
deavored, by shouts and encouragement, to
rally them. In vain they goaded and threat
ened. They could not withstand these des-
perate charges.
"Hurrah, my boys, hurrah!" shouted old
Morgan "the day is ours. Down with your
arms and beg for quarter, you scoundrels"
"Quarter to all those who will lay down
their arms" echoed Howard's voice, high
above the confusion. The survivors of the
boasted legion Immediately threw down their
weapons, and fell upon their faces. The re-
mains of the British cavalry, with Tarleton,
escaped, though hotly pursued by Col. Wash
ington, who pressed hard on them. Davie
arc:e from the side of his dead friend, and
was .abou! going away to obtain assistance,
in order to place the body in safety till the
moment OF interment, when Sewer approach.
ed.
"Major, you are wanted in another part Of
the field. Come with me Immediately. But
who is here2- Good God, Major!"-Bowen? !?
Poor fellow. At rest at last; but come
leave him with the boys. You have done all
you could. The living claims you now. But
you, too, are wounded" said Sewer, marking
his increasing paleness.
II am sick and dizzy, Ned-that is all'-
he said, staggering, and with an effort recov-
ering. "But what do you mean9 Ah /! poor
Bowen )" and still unnerved from the shock
of Bowen's death, he dashed his hand across
his eyes.
"Come, Major, come" replied Sewer, cheer.
lily "don't give way. Death is Bowen's best
friend. The man has never held up his head
since that stroke. And he met it as he hoped
to meet tin harness, and near you. Come,
Major; you must prepare for other trials"
Davie followed him mechanically, stepping
over the bloody corpses that strewed the path.
Sewer evidently wished the Major to ask
where he was going; but Davie, wrapped in
his own thoughts, followed like one in dream.
The two men had been like brothers, for Bow
ems honest worth and chivalric devotion had
not only commended him to Davies dscrimi.
mating judgment, but had endeared him to
his generous heart Since Bowen's great
trouble, too, Davies kindness had partaken
more of the tenderness of woman, and Bowen
would have laid down his life at any moment
for the friend, whom, in his heart, he held
next to his God. Waiting, in vain, for some
intimation that Davie was needing him, Sc
vier, with soldiers bluntness, said
"Do you know Mr.. Willoughby is here ?"
"Mr. Wiloughby?" said Davie, at once
aroused. "Impossible."
"But he is though. He followed Graham,
I understand"
"Graham, too? And here? How comes
that?"
II cannot tell you much about it, but it
seems Graham would insist on an investiga-
ton of some matters connected with himself,
the moment he returned to camp. He found