Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1894-06-23

SpttQ OtjOIC tNt utQfH NUS FutSGu.
was a lowering morning, and they were
sharp set for breakfast. The log house
of a farmer was plain to view Il quar-
ter of a mile down the road, and they
made sur they would find something
to eat there. In a few words they agreed
on the story they were to tell if ques-
toned, and 10 minutes later they were
at the door OF the house. 1t was opened
to them by the farmers wife. She was
a strong advocate Of the southern cause,
and the sigh Of their Confederate uni
forms brought a cheerful invitation to
enter and sit down to breakfast.
Don't you uns belong with that
crowd which jest passed up the road."
she asked as they fell to eating.
Steve Brayton took it upon himself to
answer in the negative and then asked
what crowd it was.
Its Kurnel Mosby and his gang.
They hain't much on the fight, I reckon,
but they do poster the Yankees like all
git out. Most Of 'em are farmers, and
some of 'em live around yere. Whar
did you uns cum from?"
Steve told her of the fight with Gus
ter and their escape the night before.
and she lifted her hands and cried out:
Then you uns dun seen tho Yam
kees?"
"Yes'm."
"Reg'lar live Yankee sogers?"
"Yes'm."
"And yo' got away ~aliye?''
"Of eo'se."
"Waal, ] wouldn't "a believed It'll
Mrs. Sam Duncan dun tole me them
Yankees killed everybody with toma-
hawks as DON as they got holt of 'eml
Yo' uns must hev bin powerful cute to
git away"
Breakfast had been finished when
there came a knock at the door, and
next moment a man in the uniform of a
Confederate cavalry sergeant entered
the cabin. He had been sent back by
Colonel Mosby, he said, to ask for the
loan of a horse and equipments. He
used the term loan but it was pretty
plain that he meant to take no refusal.
The woman replied that h~elaNhusband
had set out for Woodstock the night be-
fore ON horseback, and therefore it was
impossible to grant the coloneI's re-
quest. The sergeant was going away
without a word to our two friends, but
after reaching his horse he returned
and asked:
What command do you fellers be-
long tor
ITO Captain Wyle's cavalry COM
pany," replied Kenton.
"Where is it,"
81 don't know"
"Humphl Whar yo' goin?'
None of yo'r bizness,!" answered
Steve, who had been rolled by the SER
gents supercilious airs and lofty tone.
"Oh, It hahn, Ell? Mebbe yo've got
a pass in yo'r pocket to allow of yo'r
rambling around the kent1y? If SO, I'll
take a look at it,
"Yo' hain't big enough!'
What, Now you uns either show a
pass, or I'll take yo' along to Kurnel
Mosby! He'll mighty soon find out whar
yo' belong!'
You see," began Kenton, who, re-
allied that it was foolish to arouse the
mans anger and suspicion, I'VE were
guarding the stores at H~arrisonburg,
and the Federal cavalry came in yes
terday and'-
"Whar's yo'r pass?'' interrupted the
sergeant.
"Whar's yo'rss'' demanded Steve.
"Show 20 . pass, or I'll take yo' to
the kurnel.i
Il should like to explain the case to
you," said BENTON, m~otioning to Steve
not to interrupt him. I'VE are Confed-
crate soldiers. We were captured at
Harrisonburg by the Federals yesterday
forenoon, but escaped at dark last night.
Therefore W. have no pass and do not
need a pass
"Yo' may be all right. and yo' may
be a couple of Yankee spies.' replied
the sergeant. IF 30 are straight, yoll
come along with me and explain to the
kurnel. Deed, but yo've got 10 come,
straight or crooked.
He had left his revolver and carbine
on the saddle. He started for his horse,
but Steve was there before him. He
had stepped softly out while Kenton
was explaining and was now in posses
sion Of both firearms and a supply of
ammunition. Even as the trooper
reached the gate Steve gave his horse a
slap and sent him galloping away and
then turned and asked
$780,