The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1891-03-14
III manner OF debauchery.

al manner OF 0ooaocOery.
Mr. Fenwicke's driver was an old
negro man whose courage was ~ pale as
his face was black. and when crowd Of
brutal soldiers. half crazed with wine,
stopped the carriage he tumbled of the
seat and fell upon his knees In the sand
ut 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.
mis- jeweled snuff box and his purse were
quickly torn from his person. while with
rude t,,,ffsts they silenced his every effort
to- explain to them his loyalty to Great
Britain mnd the q rvices he had rendered
to tl,.. kings army. His aose was bleed
ing t,u account Of u heavy blow from the
elbow VI one of the Hessians. and his
throat tx'r~ long scratches from the nails
vi another Still another had snatched
the old geutleman'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 stool
At this moment . single American
soldier wearing the soiled uniform of n
lieutenant darted out Of al alley Way,
drawn sword in hand, and fell furiously
upon tho Hessians, shifting them right
and left in such fashion that three Of
them lay outstretched in moment, md
the remaining two, badly cut, staggered
of, bleeding and nightly bewildered.
Mr.. Fenwicke was lifted bodily and
placed in his carriage; the ccachman felt
q hand on the back Of his neck.
"Get into that seat and drive home or
III kill you" growled very determined
voice.
The officer leaped into the vehicle an
the negro put whip to tho horses.
Thank you, oh, thank your cried
the old man "How shall Lob! it's
you. Meut. Prescott Dear me! I'm 20
-so excited! Tho internal 'brutesr'
He wiped his bleeding nose and tried
to adjust his disordered hair. r.,
From every direction came ominoue
sounds. Shots. shouts, screams, the noise
Of crashing doors and breaking windows.
Women and children, both white ana
black, ran wildly hither and thither. g
"What can all this meanY' the old man
exclaimed, fumbling for his departed
snuff box. "What has happened?''
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. we'll kept, slow
beasts. whose pace not even the violent
flashing that now fell about their tanks
could very much quicken.
It 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 dab, tole yo'!' stormed the
old driver, redoubling his lashes and ut
the same time shrinking and shivering
In his sent "Gwa' Gu dab, yo' lazys ole
racks o bones, vol Nebber see SIGH
poke-easy ole hosses!"
They reached the gate at last. Lieut..
Prescott hustled Mr.. Fenwicke out of the
carriage and through the gate. p
Unto the house, quick! und stay there"
he exclaimed. AZ he thrust him up the
steps.
The negro hastened to get the carriage
into the rear Enclosure.
Just then broil began at street COR
uer near the house.