Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-03-11

longer this unnatural war. We have periled
all, and lost. What is left us to hope tor !
"That God will yet help the right" Mr.
Adams replied, his eyes kindling with patti
otic fervor, "and will fight for us as he fought
for Israel at the waters of Merom, and Will
enable US yet, as our Gideon, to conquer by
our handful, the hosts of our enemies"
"Ah," replied Mr. Willoughby, though L
pray it may be as you say, yet the days OF
miracles are over, and with Charleston in
the hands of the British, Gates army defeat
ed, Sumter cut up and scattered, Marion
without means of defence, without arms, with
out ammunition, almost without men, hem.
med in with foes, what are we to expect Z
"No mercy at the hands of our conquerors.
certainly" replied Mr. Adams. "What do
we gain by submission Only renewal OF
indignities. How have our prisoners been
treated in Charleston? In violation OF every
principle of honor, our first citizens prisoners,
on parole; and Gadsden, Gibbs, Hayward,
Hutson, Livingston, Moultrie, Rutledge and
many Others, were reused from their beds
early in the morning, taken on board the
guard ship and transported to St. Augustine,
where they suffer the greatest indignitIes.
Gadsden is even now in close confinement IN
the castle, because he Indignantly refused to
accept parole from those who dishonorably
violated their engagements. And what is
their excuse for all this? Motives of poll
cyw The conquerors discover in them no
disposition to return to their allegiance. And
day after day, almost in our very midst, we
hear of wrong and insults that curdle our
blood, committed by Ferguson's inhuman
regulars and his still more ferocious tories.
No; sir our conquerors know no mercy -; and
if we would preserve our lives and the honor
of our families, we must fight, and fight on,
strong in faith and the arm of the Lord, till
we drive our foes from our country"
"Deed, and I think it will no be so long
either, MIR. Adams, for the 6uld saying that
when things come to the warst, they mend,
is an owre true one and its a black and
dark day for us now, but the Lord 'IIralse
men from these stanes afore the riossteous is
forsaken and weel know its a H., gus
cause that fights cir ,oach biood:hounds as
,.s.,- Ferguson has by him. Oh but it's sad,
the tales they tell O him and his blood.thirs-
ty crew." said Andrew. :.
"It does seem as if we were completely
hemmed in," said Mr.. Willoughby. "The
lower, part of the State subdued CORVALLIS
at the Waxhaws, moving on to North Caro-
lima; Ferguson on the northwestern border,
subduing by reward or punishment, by ter
ror or stratagem, the surrounding country
feel as if belt were girdliDg around us,
and there is nothing left but to sue to the
arms of our conquerors," he concluded, in
tone of deepest dependency. -
(Which they will grant to abuse at their
first convenience" replied Mr.. Adams, with
spirit mo, let US rather take our goods,
while they are ours and arm, and thus en-.
courage our young men for the battle. Be
assured, our conquerors will give US no op.
portunity of enjoying our possessions after
they have once secured them"
But where will you find young men" re-
piled Mr.. Willoughby, almost querulously; ;
"every one is inundated; no one is willing
to risk their life on such forlorn hope"
"Pledge yourself for the outfit of any mum.
Der you shall name, and will guaranty they
shall he forthcoming" replied Mr. Adams,
quickly.
Mr.. Willoughby shook his head timidly.
Il don't know about that. We should be
very careful in these troublous times. |
could not fight against my country, but
still"
"Ye will ma fight for her, Mr.. Willoughby;"
interrupted honest Andrew Craig. "Well,
Mr.. Adams, if 1 was no sa auld, and sa
warthless with it a, I wauld shaw ye that
the bluid that fought for Wallace and Bruce,
that split at Bannock burn, and flowed at
Clyde is not yet dead in the veins of O An.
drew Craig. No, nor the memories O wofu'
Culloden, forgotten. 1 hae ma lads to gle ye,
minister naething but yon bit woman las
sic and come here, Bessie chield, and tell
the minister, that while ye have fingers to
wark, and voice to pray, ye will gle all yer
weak hands can do, and all yer puir sinfu
heart can think, to the holy cause O the Lord
and liberty"
The old man took off his hat reverently as
he spoke, and placing his hand on Bessie's
head, with his eyes raised in holy tervor,
seemed indeed to be devoting his child to the
cause. Mr.. Adams was deeply touched, and
grasping his hand said, EMO one doubts your
patriotism, Andrew, and for little Bessie,
here" he continued smiling, "such saucy little
bodies would draw less loyal hearts than
Alexander Bowen's to the cause. Never
blush, child, he's lad that you may be proud
Of" As he spoke, Alexander himself ap
preached, and with a manner half assured
and half bashful, greeted the party. The
minister who had spoken with him before,
gave him kindly smile; old Andrew, an
honest grasp; while Mr.. Willoughby, as if
fearful of compromising himself by extending
his hand to known trooper in Maj. Davies
corps, hesitated until the honest soldier, as
cribing to pride of station, what was only
timidity of principle, touched his hat with
a careless independence, without noticing the
tardiy offered hand.
But his cheeks glowed, as Ellen Campbell,
with grace peculiarly her own, and with a
warmth of manner which made ample amends
for her uncle's coldness, rested her little
hand in his, and in a few words, which a
woman knows so we'll how to use, obliterated
the memory of the fancied slight. The glow
had not faded from his sunburnt cheek, when
he turned to speak to Bessie but she was too
busy in her welcome of a new conner, to do
more than hastily nod her pretty little head ;
and he wondered if the blush which still rest
ed on her cheek, from the minister's words,
was flush of pleasure or pain.
"Here is Mr.. Ferris father" said Bessie, as
she warmly shook the hand Of the new conner ;
che is about to join Maj. Davies troopers, so
you must count him one of US now"
"Better late than never, Reuben. Though
We shrank from the heat and burthen O the
day, ye may find wark enough yet to keep
leal heart busy" said Andrew, with some