Lyon County times. [volume] (Silver City, Nev.) 1874-1907, 1890-12-20

lceS bOtultTy. DeIcilScAcSS ClClZeuS were
bayoneted, houses were pillaged. women
outraged. negroes beaten with dubbed
muskets. drunken Hessians reveled in
all manner of debauchery.
MIR. Fenwicke's driver was an old
negro man whose courage was as pale as
bis face was black. and when crowd of
brutal soldiers. half crazed with wine.
stopped the carriage he tumbled off the
seat and fell upon his knees in the sand
at their feet. They spurned him with
their heavy boots and proceeded to drag
forth Mr.. Fenwicke, whose age and
lameness were no appeal to their feel
ings. His heavy gold watch and seal,
his jeweled snuff box and his purse were
quickly torn from his person. while with
rude buffets they silenced his every effort
to explain to them his loyalty to Great
Britain and the services he had rendered
to the kings army. His nose was bleed
ing on account of heavy blow from the
elbow OF one of the Hessians. and his
throat bore long scratches from the nails
of another Still another had snatched
the old gentleman's hat. His clothes
were torn. his linen soiled, his hair
disheveled Piteously looking from one
to another of the brutes he staggered
as he stood.
At this moment single American
soldier wearing the soiled uniform of a
lieutenant darted out Of an alley way,
drawn sword in hand, and fell furiously
upon the Hessians, shifting them right
and left in such fashion that three Of
them lay outstretched in moment, and
the remaining two, badly cut, staggered
off, bleeding and nightly bewildered.
Mr.. Fenwicke was lifted bodily and
placed in his carriage; the coachman felt
q hand on the back Of his neck.
SECT into that seat and drive home or
I'll kill you," growled a very determined
voice.
The officer leaped into the vehicle as
the negro put whip to the horses.
"Thank you. oh, thank your cried
the old man. "How shull !--oh! it's
you, Lieut.. Prescott! Dear me! I'm SO
80 excited! The internal brutesT
He wiped his bleeding nose and tried
to adjust his disordered hair.
From every direction came ominous
sounds Shots. shouts, screams, the noise
of crashing doors and breaking windows.
Women and children, both white and
black, ran wildly hither and thither.
"What can all this mean?" the old man
exclaimed, fumbling for his departed
snuff box. what has happenedF'
Prescott gave no ear to these inquiries.
He simply cried out to the driver:
"Faster. you old scoundrel, or I'll prick
you with my swordr'
The horses were gentle, well kept, slow
beasts, whose pace not even the violent
lashing that now fell about their fanks
could very much quicken.
1t was not far they had to go, however,
the Fenwicke mansion being already in
sight, its small, odd looking windows
peering over its little wall and gate.
"Gwa' on dah, tole yo'v stormed the
old driver, redoubling his lashes and at
the same time shrinking and shivering
in his seat "Gwa' ON dah, yo' lazy ole
racks O bones, vol Nebber see sich
poke-easy ole hosses!"
They reached the gate at last. Lieut..
Prescott hustled Mr.. Fenwicke out of the
carriage and through the gate.
Unto the house, quickl and stay there, ="
he exclaimed as he thrust him up the
steps.
The negro hastened to get the carriage
into the rear inclosure.
Just then a broil began at street cor
ner near the house.