The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1884-08-14

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Luckily the girls were as brave and
cool as their mother was faint.hear,ed
and excited, and in an incredible short
time had affairs in marching order. A
very few trunks could be put into the
wagon, every sack and piliow.case was
pressed into service, and garment after
garment was rolled up into tight balls
ana crammed down into them, and these
bags were then packed into the wagon.
THE FOUR TABDY CAPTAINS.
Inc demand for bags, of course, was
great, and as there was no time to looI
Tor them an amusing scene took p]ace
between one of the ladies and her niece
old Mrs. Mitchell's pet grandchild, a Girl
OF eight or ten, who, far from concerning
herself to save anything oe value. had
appropriated one of the valuable haoa
Tor the use Of four gray kittens. named
after four Confederate cantsins nf ho.
acquaintance. With this great treasnra
she was marching of, when her aunt
spied her and capturing the bag, indig.
nant!y Tilted the four tabby captains out,
VINO Joyfully scampered away.
Are not your grandparents clothes of
more value than four cats7" she scorn.
iuily demanded, when the little girl made
fearful remonstrance.
In answer to Cap. Mitchells cry to
make haste, as the firing had commenced
along the line, and il they did not hurry
they would be forced to ride for miles
under fire, the household sailed forth
All Inc ladies with something in their
hands, looking very much like people
ay!1S from Il house Gu fire-oid hin.
Mitchell with her Bible and turkey.tail
ian, and her granddaughter with another
sack containing the four cat CAPTAINS,
Whom she had run down and captured.
lhey were moving and scratching. and
were q very disagreeable piece of baggage
70 SIT near. as they clawed everything
within reach.
One of the sisters, it should be men.
toned, was so thoughtless as to come
forth empty.handed.
Are you carrying off nothing ?" the
others demanded reproacbfully.
Abashed she fled back into the de,ert.
ed house, and snatching up a large
looking-glass, for which she had no man.
ner OF use, clasped it in her arms after
the manner of breastplste, and sallying
forth in this dazzling armor, climbed to
her place on top of the baggage in the
wagon.
at last every one, servants and all,
were packed in the wagons and we start
ed off.
JOGGING THROUGH THE LINES.
For about two miles the dirt road and
railroad ran close together. Drawn up
alopg the railroad was line of soldiers
waiting for their time to take hand in
the ball, which was now being opened at
Resaca, two miles away, BY a grand
cannonading. They looked mournfalIy at
US as we rode by. Then something
jostled the wagon, some one lost their
balance-it may have been one of the cat
captains-and in the confusion an elbow
was thrust into the looking glass breast.
plate and shivered it, 30 the fragments
we're cast out. The line of veterans
broke, the men darted forward to secure
the hits Of glass, and eagerly scanned
such little strips of their faces as they
could see.
The little village of Resaca is situated
at the junction of two mountain rivers,
which. here flow together and form the
Oostanaula. This river was spanned by
fine railroad bridge, and for these
reasons Resaca had been considered as L
strategic point of considerc hle impor.
tance, and had been clusely Guarded for
long time. The line Of hills which
surrounded the village bristled with for.
tifications. AT the foot of one of these
chains stretched little plateau, and on
this ran both railroads and dirt road As
our heavily ladened wagons logged slowly
along she'll flew over the breastWorks
and sailed toward us. It was still some
distance from us when little stream of
white smoke issued from it. Old Mrs.
Mitchell bad never eeen one of the per-
nicious things, and it attracted her favor
able notice.
"Wbat is that up there with the white
smoker" she calmly demanded.
AS has been said before the old lady
was nervous and timid, and had she
known the dangerous nature of the object
of her admiration she might have taken
fit. After jumping to the conclusion
that it wes too far off to hurt us some one
i formed her that it was only shell.
"Ahl" said the old lady, sis that so.
Why, they are very pretty things."
Here the driver turned round in his
saddle and surveyed us, but I have no
idea whether he thought we were heroes
or idiots. His contemplations were in.
terrupted by an officer leaping on the
breastworks and shouting, "Double.quick
that wagon Double.quick itp
A little farther on we met squad of
horsemen. They proved to be Gen. Polk
and his staff, and Capt. Mitchell, who
was serving under him, rode up beside
his father to speak to him.
TIE WARRIOR PRIEST.
1t was the first time l had ever seen
the warrior priest, and it was also the
last, for he was killed during this CAM
pnign. He was very fine looking man,
aud l will never forget the courteous
grace with which he barred his head and
bowed in token of sympathy as we pass:
ed.
"Where are you to cross the river,
Captain 2" he asked.
''At the lower pontoon, General. I
think it the safest"
We had not gono very far before one
Of his aides came flying after us.
"The General says you had better CROSS
at the upper bridge. The firing is not SO
hot there"
AS we rode through Resaca the little
village seemed fairly to rock from the
tremendous cannonading. Many Of its
houses had been struck.
When We reached the pontoon bridge
It was thought best that we should dis
mount and cross on foot, and 1t fell to my
lot to escort Mrs. Mitchell over. No
sooner had we started than Federal
battery not far off opened fire upon Us.
The anldan on the opposite side Of tho