Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1880-04-15

man; he'd bleed 10 death before you coul(
say Jack Robinson" And Sewer, who mag
ni6ed the danger in order to induce create
carefulness on Jerry's part, looked up at hin
with an ominous scowl that frightened Jerr.
so efeclually as to determine him never to b
on the premises when surgery was required.
"Now, it's all over; what do you think
Jerry-can you do it?"
"Oh yes, massa," said Jerry, with salts
fed manner, doubly treasured from his menta
reservation. "Anything else to be done, sir ?
eyes; you are now to get him a glass o
your best Madeira and craker toasted to th'
incest brown and, bark ye Jerry, none O
your roasts and outlets, and pate de foie's fo
my patient, do you hear?"
"Yes, massa, said Jerry, understand dat.
"You may give him wing of your tender
est chicken, or broth that's just able to rur
down hill but more at your peril, boy"
Xxi" massa," you kill him faster dan
WILL" said Jerry, shocked at such regime
and now truly sympathising with the object
ofsuch diet.
"His blood be on my head then; but quick
my boy, the wine."
Jerry sprang nimbly off, and soon returned
bearing the wine and cracker, and presented
it to the exhausted soldier
"Let him rest now," said Sewer; "he is
doing finely. Better, are you not, Graham p
"With such nurses how could it be other
wise?" said the wounded man, smiling faint
ly as again his gaze rested on Ellen, who in
deepest commiseration yet chafed bis moist
hand. Pressing family the hand she would
have withdrawn under his ardent gaze, he
again YEARLY closed his eyes, and his soft
and regular breathing, soon indicated peace
full slumber. Mr.. Willoughby stopped till
bis lips might have touched his brow, as he
said {:
"He sleeps; God be praised" and sitting
where he could watch the wounded officer,
said in low tone, fearing to disturb his
sleeping guest, 80 you had great day at
Kings Mountain, Ned?'
"Glorious gloriousp' replied the young
man. "Our men fought like tigers, and the
British were not behind US. They have real
ferocity. There's some pleasure in lighting
run like hounds"
"The Tories Jared pretty badly, did they
not p said Mr.. Willoughby.
"Not a man escaped. tell you, little
Bessie Craigs death was avenged then.
What horrible thing that was" said the
young man, shuddering.
"Horrible, indeed" said Mr.. Willoughby !;
"but how many just such scenes of horror
have been enacted within our border? 1t was
but one of thousand"
eyes, but such sparkling piece of witch
cry as the girl was. She was certainly the
lovliest creature ever met. Poor Bowen,
it almost maddened him."
81 can well believe it," said Mr.. Willough-
by; "but how did you hear t?'
"Mr. Adams-you know he fought with us
that day-brought the news to our camp. 1t
spread like wild6re. Bowen was out when
he came, picking up dispatches. You know
Major Davies boys let nothing escape them,
so that we all knew it before him. I would
not have told him the news for gold universe.
Like the rest of us, he was longing for the
battle, but he had a private grudge against
Ferris he had sworn that day to settle, and
always good humored, he was perfectly JOY
Gus in excitement. His men all love him.
He is just like brother to the boys, and if
any OF them get in difficulties and are afraid
of the Major getting hold of. them, Bowen's
always the man to stand between them and
trouble. did not see him when Mr.. Adams
told him the news but / saw him in the bat
tie often, and believe for while he was as
perfect maniac as ever was manacled, with
just enough reason to distinguish friends
from foes. And sometimes scarcely that !;
for at one time, when Cleveland ordered a
retreat, he threatened to sabre the first man
that would turn. The enemy was bearing
down on US with bristling bayonets, and we
had just to surround him and bear him
from the field, while he shouted like mad
man in disappointed fury. Again, saw him,
as one of our men leveled gun at Ferris,
strike it up, while he swore he would kill the
man who robbed him of his prey that day.
He would not carry his gun, but after firing
the first load, dashed it at the enemy and
used his sword throughout the day. 1t SEEM
as if the mechanical labor of loading could
not be endured-he must be cutting and
slashing all the time. 1 shall never forget
his laugh, as at length, finding his enemy,
he tore him from his saddle and trampled the
traitor under his horses hoofs. 1t rings in
my ears yet, and makes me shudder. The
lips that could utter such demoniac sound,
can surely never smile again"
"Poor fellow" said Mr. Willoughby, "it
was hard blow to him. Bessie was one of
those bright creatures that you love, you
know not why, and that you never forget. |
suppose his men felt with him."
II tell you, Mr. Willoughby, there was
not man on the field that day who did not
feel with him. It's true, there was but few
there who did not have a reckoning to settle
but Bessie's wrongs were borne in every
heat Major Davie, you know, is not very
demonstrative before his men. 1 think that
is the reason he has them in such subjection-
he controls himself so well-but his face that
day looked as if it was carved in stone. His
lips were firmly pressed and never opened,
save to say "forward!" His men needed no
other encouragement than to see him dashing
before them in the thickest of the fray, and
if he had dashed on to the very encampment,
After the battle | saw him 60 up to Bowen,
who was wiping his dripping sword with a
hand almost as bloody. He grasped his
hand and said, Bowen; y but he could
say no more. For moment he stood with
one hand on Bowen's shoulder, and the other
in his grasp and in that moment, these noble
fellows understood each other as we'll as if
they had talked for centuries. I saw him
wiring his comrades hand, and as if unable
to meet longer the suffering in Bowen's face,
turned rapidly away. The drops of sup.
pressed agony mingled with the dripping
blood, as Bowen bent to his task again" Mr.
Willoughby shuddered.
"Davie came off unhurt p