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

did not seem to be so taken by surprise, as
Sewer expected.
"Yonder, under those trees" replied Sc
vier, hestatingly. 20
"Mr Willoughby-but where is Graham
Good heavens, Sewer, he's wounded"
"Mr. Willoughby is safe, Major" said
Sewer gravely, laying OBTAINING hand on
his arm "but Graham is deadl"
"Dead," calculated Davie, springing for.
ward.
Mr. Willoughby was seated on the ground
supporting Graham's head on his knee. A
pale blue mark on the temple, through which
a few dark drops had trickled, told it all.
His brow was yet knitted with the storm Of
passion, and his hand clutched his sword,
even in death. Yet in death, how beautiful! |!
The long curling lash shaded the half closed
eyes, and hid the death in their glazed pupils.
His cravat was united, and the femininely
beautiful threat exposed, soft and fair es q
woman's. The graceful limbs not yet stiffen-
ed in death, lay as if in careless repose, and
the hand on the sword but betokened the
watchfulness of the sleeping soldier.
Mr.. Willoughby looked up as Davie ap-
preached. Never had the young man seen
such look of strong despair. His mouth
quivered in spasmodic emotion, and his eyes
were encircled by deep rings Of dark purple.
He spoke in accents Of deepest misery, yet
not tear dimmed those stony eyes.
"My child is dead, Henry My boy, my
brave, my noble boy gone forever! l watch
ed him through all this terrible day, and my
heart trembled and swelled and tainted, at
his fearful daring. When he rushed into
the thickest of the fray, I followed him with
my wild terror; and when he came out i'm
harmed l blessed the proud and defiant boy.
My eyes never once lost him till that last
fatal discharge-then I missed him. Good
God, the maddening agony Of looking over
the dead for him. I found him at last in
the thickest of the fray, and he was dead!
OH God, the misery of that moment! My
heart shrank, and shivered, and broke in
the agony. He was dead, Davie, and died
without blessing me- Not word for the
father that begat him the wretched father,
who so cruelty forsook him. My boy, my
noble boy! My darling son! how have
prayed for the moment when I might claim
you; when could take you in my arms and
call you child Oh! God, this is retribu.
ton 1 claim your clay and He claims your
soul !" and groaning in deepest anguish, the
old man, with trembling fingers, pressed the
clustering hair from the marble brow, caress-
ed the face 80 still in death, and again and
again kissing the cold lips, strove by every
endearment, to arouse the sleeping dead.
"What does he mean, Major? Is he mad? ?"
whispered Sewer, who in mute astonishment
had witnessed this outbreak.
"Hush," replied Davie, in the same tone.
"His grief maddens him, but his words are
true and sober. We must get him away"
"What Graham his son ?"
eyes. I cannot tell you now. But it is
even so"
It was with the utmost difficulty they could
prevail upon Mr.. Willoughby to leave the
dead to their care. But no inducement could
make him part with Davie, and finding him
so intractable and withal so helpless. Davie
obtained permission to remain with .he old
man and see the last sad Offices performed to
the friends so lately buoyant with life and
health. Indeed, his own condition needed
attention; and weak from loss of blood, he
was compelled to see the duties performed by
other and stronger hands.
The troops were now all in commotion.
Morgan only waited to refresh his men, when
he pushed at once for Broad River. His
proximity to CORVALLIS forbade anything
like security, and encountered as he was with
bis FIVE hundred prisoners and captured bag
gage, his movements were necessarily slow.
But pushing bravely on, ere second even
ing passed, he had placed the swollen water
of the Catawba between him and his foe.
CORVALLIS hesitated as to the propriety Of
following him, and only arrived on its banks
in time to witness the safety of the retreating
army but the laundering waters which had
barely suffered Morgan to pass, forbade him
to venture. Thus his delay of a moment was
the defeat of his host.
The Americans believed that nothing short
of miracle had saved them, even as the
Hebrews of old were saved by the Red Sea /;
and though the British commander was not
swallowed, his march was stayed, the pursuit
bafled, and Morgan, in triumph, joined his
commander. Thus was fought and gained
the glorious battle of the Cowpens, and was
the second link in grand chain of causes
which finally drew down ruin on the royal
interest in the Carolinas.
The glory and Importance of this action
resounded from one end of the continent to
the other. The battle of Kings Mountain
had terminated the desponding friends Of
America. This made their hopes doubly &C.
tive. The one had been like a resurrection
from the dead of the Southern States; the
other was like arming those dead for con-
quest and victory. The American militia
had taken their first lessons in warfare, and
hereafter,' their audacity and bold daring
we're to be their characteristics. Cornwall
lis again complained that he was surrounded
by inveterate enemies and timid friends,
and to fight and conquer Green, was not
now a matter of choice, but one Of absolute
necessity.
TO BE CONTINUED.