The Yakima herald. [volume] (North Yakima, W.T. [Wash.]) 1889-1914, 1891-01-22

battle snouId ralrIy Degn, ana Iouow
this up with q show Of attack upon the
handful Of guards left to keep order In
the streeta
The plot was well laid and must have
been successful had the moment ever
come to put It into operation; but before
anything certain could be gathered after
the British had landed the scattered
and utterly demoralized American army
was already fleeing in every direction.
Soon enough the advance Of the victori-
ous invaders poured into the town.
When the battle began Mr.. Fenwicke
was at one Of his plantations some
miles in the country By the time he
could have his carriage made ready and
be driven into town the British were
there rushing up and down the streets
and committing every outrage known
to a mercenary and utterly coincidence
less soldiery Defenseless citizens were
bayoneted, houses were pillaged, women
outraged, negroes beaten with dubbed
muskets drunken Hessians gsveled in
all manner Of debauchery.
Mr. 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 of 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 slenced 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 q 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 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 stood
At this moment u single American
soldier wearing the soiled uniform Of q
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 q moment, and
the remaining two, badly cut, staggered
of, bleeding and nightly bewildered.
Mr.. Fenwicke was lifted bodily and
placed in his carriage; the coachman felt
hand on the back Of his neck.
"Get into that seat and drive home OF
I'll kill you" growled very determined
voice.
The officer leaped into the vehicle al
the negro put whip to the horses.
Thank you, oh, thank your cried
the old man. "How shall I-ohI it'l
you, Lieut.. PRESCOTT Dear mel I'm 90
80 excited The Internal brutesI"
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
exclaimed. fumbling for his departed
snuff box. "What has happenedY'
Prescott gave no ear to these inquiries.
he simply cried out to the driver:
Faster, you old scoundrel. or III prick
you with my swordT
The horses were gentle, well kept, slow
beasts, whose pace not even the violent
lashing that now fell about their hanka
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 dah, l tole yo'r stormed the
old driver, redoubling his lashes and at
the same time shrinking and shivering
In his seat. "Gwa' on dab, yo' lazy ole
racks o bones, yo'i Nebb@ see sich
poke-easy ole hossesl"
They reached the gate at last. Lieut.
Prescott hustled Mr.. Fenwicke out Of the
carriage and through the gate.
''Into the house, quickl and stay there, "
he exclaimed, as he thrust him up the
stepa
The negro hastened to get the carriage
into the rear inclosure.
Just then a broil began OF o street cor
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