The Colfax chronicle. [volume] (Colfax, Grant Parish, La.) 1877-1981, 1898-08-20
THE battle of Camden ha ID been tough
True Story Of the Revolution.

Starke, a young man of 10, and an old
continental from Connecticut, Simon
Jones by name.
The three men were marching In
band of 80 who, three days after the
battle, were being forwarded by Col.
Rawdon to Charleston; and when they
thought Of the dungeon awaiting them
there their hearts were heavy.
The band of prisoners had just en-
tered upon the lonely road which led
through forest, and, grateful for the
cooling shade on that hot day, guards
and prisoners halted for rest.
Young John Starxe, who had been
wounded in the thigh, and had pluckily
continued on the march for fear Of
worse evils if he fell out of the ranks,
turned and looked upon the men in
the company, and the sight was not one
TO cheer him. Truly his situation was
a desperate one, and with heavy heart,
he said to Capt. Peter: mot very much
hope here, is there, captain?"
NO." replied Peter Bacot, briefly.
''They say there is lots of smallpox
among the Charleston prisoners" said
John.
sand they say truly" replied Peter.
sThey don't half feed the men, and, with
the smallpox and fever and foul air,
they don't have TO look after any of the
men very long,"
1T saves time and money and guards,
Iguess,' drawled Simon again. II don't
mind SEEM 'em economical. It's what
was brought up to be myself"
John looked quickly at the old soldier,
but his face was expressionless. He
could not tell whether his indifference
was real or assumed, but whatever the
cause, John had little sympathy whit.
my sister Nancy lives up the road
here" he said at last. "She's the only
sister I've got, and she's disgraced the
family by marrying tory. He keeps
the public house up at the Corners. !
wonder what she'll think of it when she
sees her own brother carried away by
her husbands friends"
The word to march on again was
given, and he had no opportunity to
make further inquiries; but he noticed
that Peter Bacot was thoughtful, and
several times turned to Simon and
spoke to him in low tones. Simon was
interested, too, in the captains words,
for, although the expression upon his
face did not change, John knew from
his manner that some project was in his
mind. What it was, however, he could
not conjecture.
On marched the men, the silence
broken only occasionally by growl
from some redcoat or the sharp word of
Capt. Faust, the leader of the guard, to
some lettering prisoner. The heat of
the sun was intense, and the insects
that steadily followed them increased
the discomfort CT all. The prisoners
uttered no complaints, but the murmur-
ings among the guard grew louder and
more frequent. Capt. Faust was be-
ginning to fear that he would lose con-
troll of his men when public house
came into view and halt was ordered.
rs this where your sister Nancy
lives?" inquired Peter of John Starke.
"Yes," replied John, ''but I don't
know that she'll do us any good"
II think she will" said Peter, and in
. few low words he explained his plan.
John listened attentively and for mo-
ment felt hopeful, but glance at the
noisy redcoats brought back all his
fears, and he said: 1T may be well
enough to try it, but haven't much
hope. Here's my sister now, and I'll see
what can be DONE"
Nancy was approaching and looking
with curious interest at. the band of
prisoners. Suddenly her glance fell
upon John, and she was about to utter
a startled exclamation when warning
sign from her brother caused her to be
silent.
Still she approached, and John knew
by the expression upon her face that he
could depend upon her to do her utmost
for him, for even in those desperate
times ''blood was thicker than water"
''Why, John! How came you here ?"
"Hush, Nance" whispered John.
~Come close minute, and III explain
it."
In few words John hurriedly told
his sister of their desperate plight, and
explained the plan which Peter Bacot
had devised. Nancy listened attentive
ly, and then hesitated before she an
swered. 1t was only for moment,
however, for she quickly said: "Fll do
1t, John. You stay right here, and I'll
try my best for you."
His sister was gone in moment, and
John stretched himself upon the ground
with his companions to await the Result.
Not word was spoken by the prison
ers, but each was watching intensely
the movements of the guard.
Shouts and songs soon could be heard,
and among the noisy men they could see
woman moving here and there. and al
ways with a jug in her hands. An hour