New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1880-03-24

while their country called for the
exertion Of her sous to tree her from
the thraldom Of a foreign tyrant,
had attached himself to the regi.
ment Of Col. Caswell, who, at the
period Of which | write, had collect.
ed his friends and the yeomen Of
the surrounding country, to give
battle to Donald Mcdonald, and his
Highlanders and tories, then on
their way to join Sir Henry Clinton
on the Cape Fear, after having es-
capped from Col. Moore at Cross
Creeks. In the battle of Moore's
Creeks which followed, Lieut.. Slo.
cumb and his detachment, by turn
ing the flank of the enemy, secured
the victory to the patriots, and cap.
tured large PARTON of the loyal
Highlanders among WHOM, was the
brave Mcdonald himself. It was a
hard fought and bloody battle, and
Slocumb, in alter years, delighted
to,relate the incidents of the obsti-
nately contested field, among which
none was so interesting as his meet
ing with his wife on his return from
the pursuit Of the defeated tories.
It seems that on the night after the
departure of her husband and his
detachment, Mrs. Slocumb had
dreamed of seeing her husbands
body, wrapped in his military cloak,
lying upon the battle field surround.
ed with the dead and dying. So
strong was the impression upon her
mind, that she could sleep no more,
and she determined to go to him.
Telling her woman to look after her
child, and merely saying that she
could not sleep, and would ride down
the road, she went to the stable, sad
died her mare--as fleet nag as ev-
err Travelled, and in few moments
was on her way after the little army,
which was some sixty miles distant.
By the time she had ridden some
ten miles, the night air had cooled
her feverish excitement, and she
was tempted to turn back, but the
thought that her husband might be
dead, or dying, urged her on, and
when the first faint tins of morning
illumined the east, she was thirty
miles from home. At sunrise, she
came upon group of women and
children, who had taken their sta.
ton in the road to catch any It'd.
ings that might pass from the bat.
tie field. Of these she inquired il
the battle had been fought, but they
could give her no information. as
they were as much in the dark as
herself, and she rode on, following
the we'll marked trail of the troopsl.
About eightor nine clock she heard
asonnd like distance thnnder;she stop.
ped to listen; again it doomed in the
distance, and she knew it most be q
cannon. The battle was then rag.
ing. "What a fool!'' thought she,
my husband could not be dead last
night, and the battle only fighting
now. still, as I am so near, will &C
an and see how they come OUT
Every step now brought her ne arel
the field, and she soon heard the
sound OF the musketry, and shooting
In few moments she came out into
the road a short distance below
Moor's Creek bridge. A short dis.
lance from the road, under cluster
OF trees, were lying perhaps twenty
men. They were wounded. 81
knew the spot; the very trees; and
the position of the men knew as il
| had seen it a thousand times. l had
it all night!Isaw all at once ;but in an
instant my whole soul was centred
in one spot; for 'there, wrapped in
bloody guard cloak, lay the body Of
my husband. How passed the few
yards from my saddle to the spot
never knew. I remember uncover.
ing the head, and seeing a face
clothed with gore from a dreadful
wound across the temple. I put my
hand on the bloody face; t was warn,
and an unknowM vo;ce begged for
water" What a revulsion; It was
not her husband, then, after all.
She brought water, gave him some
to drink, washed his face, and dis.
covered that it was Frank Cogdell.
lie soon revived, and could speak.
81 was washing the wound on his
head: Said he 1T is not that; it is
that hole in my leg that is killing
me- A puddle of blood was stand.
ing on the ground about his feet.
took his knife, cut away his trousers
and stockings and found the blood
came from shot hole through and
through the fleshy part of his leg. -
She sought for some healing leaves,
bound up his wounds, and then
went to others, whose wounds she
dressed, and while engaged in this
charitable work, Col. Caswell came
up He was surprised, of course, tc
See her, and was about to pay hel
some compliment, when she abrupt.
~ asked tor her husband. ''He is
where he ought to be, madam, in
pursuit of the enemy. But, pray,
how came you here!'' ooh, j
thought said she, ''you would need
nurses as well as soldiers. See!
have already dressed many of these
good fellows; and here is one, ''goine
to Frank, and liftin5 up his head sc
that he could drink some water
'swould have died before any of yor
men could have helped him.
Just then she looked up, and he1
husband, covered with blood anc
dirt, stood before her.
''Why, Mary!' he exclaimed
''what are you doing there? Hug
ging Frank Cogdell, the greatest