Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-03-17

back in the still, dusky woods with heavy
crunching sound. After this was q short
lull and then the musketry began to rattle
in a lively, sputtering way on both sides of
the bayou, as Garcin's advanced piekets
fell back under cover of the sloop and were
supported by body of twenty resolute
fellows behind low fence of heavy oak
posts driven close together in the sand.
Roehon's fotilla came right on, firing
furiously, the rowboats, after giving the
schooner sufficient momentum to bear her
forward to a favorable position, parting and
dropping back little to be out of the way
of her shiyels which were now belehing u
level shower of missiles that raked the
Garcin house and garden and tore through
the light defenses at the waters edge. The
sloop answered sturdily, but she was too
small and pretty soon Orton saw her men
jumping over her sides and swimming ashore,
while the bayou's water was beaten into
foam by the balls and bullets striking
around them.
Suddenly, as if at signal, a group of
the enemy's boats swung out toward the
shore and Orton saw five of the number en-
were guarding. Each boat carried seven
men.
"Lie down, quicklYT" ordered Orton, in
low voice, and as his. men obeyed, he
stopped to get better view of the advancing
fotilla. Then, for the first time, he was
aware Of & line of men just beyond the
slough, and at the same moment came
heavy volley crashing from that quarter.
Orton and his men returned the fire with
promptness and effect, but this exposed
them to the boats that at once began to en-
-flade them with nurderous precision.
There was nothing to do but to fall back
in the direction of the garden and permit
the boats to land. The schooner was doing
deadly work now, as she slowly drifted
toward Garcin's little dock, firing her
swivels rapidly and pouring from her deck
a succession Of musketry broadsides. A
voice, like the trumpeting of a mad bull,
roared orders from the little vessels bows;
each word could be heard distinctly above
all the other noises of the conflict. It was
old Roehon, who, with a eutlass in one
hand and heavy pistol in the other, stood
impatiently waiting for his vessel to touch
the dock SO that he might leap ashore and
bear down upon his victims in person.
Orton and the survivors of his party,
availing themselves Of every cover mat Of
fered, slowly retreated toward the garden,
firing rapidly as they went Meantime
Garcin had been driven from the fence be-
low the dock and had kept his men together
only by the most desperate efforts and the
,dost reckless personal courage.
The struggle lasted much longer than
might have been expected reasonably, but
it could have no end save in the utter defeat
of GarciH's band and the destruction OF the
Garcin place. No sooner had old Rochon
reached the dock than he spFang ashore,
followed by score or more OF his most ef-
icient men, and rushed upon the house with
yells that fairly shook the forests around
The building was in flames very soon and
Garcin and his men, routed and badly cut
up, fed in every direction, pursued by their
enraged and bloodthirsty enemies.
When Orton saw Roehon's men landing
and making ready to assault the house, he
suddenly bethought him of his pictures and
sketches. Without further reflection he
ran in, and, snatcbing them up, fed with
them by way of the garden. He had nearly
escaped in the woods beyond when the
party coming up from the bayou met him,