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

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were gallantly brought off by Col. Pickens,
and formed on the right of the second line.
The British rent the air with their shouts, as
certain of victory, Tarleton's cavalry pushed
hard after the retreating militia. The Brit.
ish infantry having crossed little valley in
pursuit of the retreating enemy, now found
themselves within twenty PAGES of Howard's
regulars, who, at this moment, poured upon
them general and deadly fire.
"On them, my boys!' cried Howard, as
he sprang into the thickest of the fray. "The
day is our own. Down with the red-coats." i"
"Charge the hunting shirt rascals," cried
Tarleton. "Down with the rebels Charge,
my boys, charged" and again the British
bayonet told, as after an obstinate conflict,
the continentals retreated to the cavalry.
"Follow me-" cried Mcdowell, pressing to
the front of the battle. Remember Kings
Mountain, boys. We BEAT them once; we'll
beat them again! Come on, hunting shirts.
and let him who scorns the tartan fear the
dirk. Follow! One more blow for victory
and freedom"
And they did follow, and nobly did those
unframed soldiers come to the charge. The
havoc was fearful; but goaded by their COM
manders, the British sustained their position,
though thrown into some confusion. Nor
gan's quick eye at once perceiving this, he
rode up, excIaiming with a loud voice, while
waving his sword to his halting troops
"Hurrah my brave fellows! Form form
Old Morgan never was beaten in his life =
one fire more, my heroes, and the day is our
own"
With answering shouts, regulars and mill
tia advanced, rallying at the voices of their
commander.
"Charge" shouted Howard, as with fixed
bayonets they bore down on the foe. Pickens,
Mcdowell and Cunningham sprang to the
head of their men in dauntless heroism. On
they came against those bristling bayonets.
"Seventy first Regiment, form into line on
the left" cried Tarleton "Dragoons on the
right" he cried, as the determined phalanx
bore down upon him. Again, Morgan's
watchfulness and decision saved him. He
perceived the movement and the necessity of
covering his flank. Ordering up the cavalry,
Washington's impetuous troopers came thun-
dering down. The bayonets of Howard's
continentals were interlocked with those of the
foe. The militia had recovered and formed
new reserve. There was a shock of con-
tending columns, the clashing steel, and deaf
ening war seemed to rend the very heavens.
"Washington and freedom - "Davie, to
the rescue" was shouted by the excited
troops, as they poured their columns upon the
| foe.
"Ha" cried Davie, as burying his spurs in
his noble steed, he spied Hardy in the fray.
"Now-my life or yours"
"Come on" replied Hardy, with volley of
imprecations, "and I'll spare your rebel neck
halter"
Davies brow darkened, and there was death
in the wrathful glare, as he bore down upon
him. Although Hardy was match for Da-
vie, in brute strength and dogged courage, he
was none in sleight or cool daring He was
soon unhorsed and rolling in the dust.
"Ha! have you then, cowardly assassin"
cried Dave, springing to his side. "You are
my prisoner. 1 will not stain my sword with
your cowardly blood"
"Mine is not so choice, unfortunately for
you," Hardy interrupted, laughing; and sud-
denly springing to his feet, Il accept no quar-
ter from your rebel hands-take that" he
cried, with bitter oath, swinging blow with
such unexpected vigor, that Davie had bare
ly time to parry it, ere another pass bathed
his face in blood.
"Fool," cried Davie, dashing the binding
blood from his eyes; "you force me to this"
and springing on him, his sword passed direct
ly through his body. Hardy fell with look
of mortal hate in his face.
$50 perish all the enemies of my country"
said Davie, as he extricated his dripping
blade. His bride rein had been caught by
young Sewer.
"Hurrah, Major! Well done! The boys
missed you, and came to hunt you up. You
have given him his passport to Paradise,
more or less. I've somehow had an added
grudge against that fellow ever since Bessie
Craig's death. Well, the king has lost SER
want and the devils got one; but mount, Ma
ior, mount; the battle is not yet over. 1t
promises a glorious day though. Hurrah,
boys! Here he is! Come on ! Follow your
leader"
"Thank God, you are safe, Major. We
missed you," said Bowens stern voice. "Now,
my men, on to victory"
Riding up to the side of the Major, his
usual post in battle, his dark brows meeting
in vengeful wrath, he dashed into the fray.
Conspicuous by his black horse and tall per-
son, he was fair mark for many one that
day, but yet he was impassive to their shot.
Few men ventured to cross swords with him !;
but like minister Of vengeance, his curse
was marked by track of blood. Sometimes
an adversary of greater weight or courage op-
posed him, and for an instant his bloody path
would be checked. Then as the foe fell un-
der his unerring sword, hoarse laugh would
issue from those compressed lips and crying,
"God do so to me and more also, if my right
eous VOW is not redeemed" he would again
dash on with savage joy, uttering his terri
BILE cry of "Justice and no mercy"
Tareton fought with dogged valor,
thoupht now forced to confess it was in re-