Waterbury Democrat., 1901-01-16

Marcel, think you Will see tOmOrroW as pretty little battle as was ever fought on this continent, and neither Colonel Tarleton nor I nor any other can tell yet what the result will be-"
 Julia was standing by me. and her old spirit suddenly famed up.
 II can, she said, "and only hope that instead of falling in the battle you will be taken prisoner, for tomorrow night your army will not exist. ''
 Miss Howard, said Colonel Wash ington, bowing-I had given her name five have more admiration for the ladies than confidence in their military predictions.
 CHAPTER X.
 IN MORGAN'S CAMP.
 Then we proceeded to the encamp- ment, and Colonel Washington himself went with us, his plans being changed by my news. My head was buzzing with excitement. We were going to fight Tarleton at last, though with all the odds against us, numbers, discipline and arms, while Tarleton himself had won his reputation as the ablest and most successful cavalry commander in the British service. We might again experience the disgrace and disaster of Camden, but Morgan was no Gates, and perhaps, on the other hand, we might equal the exploit of the wild borderers at Kings Mountain, though it was little too much to hope for that. But still we would fight, and to a young man it always seems better to fight than to run.
 <o 1op i've fight the enemy tomorrow9'
 He nodded joyously and then looked gravely at the bandage around my head
 ''It is nothing,'' said. II will take it off tonight. My head is well.'' He nodded again, as if all his trou- bles were over.
 The wife of Captain Dunn of the South Carolina militia was in the camp, lady whom I knew, my distant kins- l woman, and Julia was given into her | charge.
 "Take good care of her, Cousin An na," said. "Remember that she is my prisoner. '' "Your prisoner, is she?" she replied enigmatically. 'But remember, Philip, that the captor often becomes the cap tive"
 I "Cousin Anna,'' I said indignantly, II hope you are not going to preach our defeat by Tarleton on the very eve of battle. It will have a discouraging ef fect''
 "I said nothing about the battle. Go and attend to your work, Philip. will take care of the girl. To Julia I said:
 "We fight tomorrow, and may not see you again.''
 | Then bent down and kissed her lips. J She replied very simply and earnestly: |:
 May you live through it, Philipp'
 Cousin Anna's back was turned, and she did not see or hear.
 l turned away and began to examine the camp and this field, destined to be the scene of memorable battle which was itself the opening of one of the greatest, most skillful and successful campaigns ever conducted on the soil of our continent
 We were on 8 long slope, consisting of several hills rising above each other like the seats of an amphitheater, though at much greater elevation, as the slope was so slight that it offered no impediment to the gallop of horse. The men were gathering up old rails, which they were using for the camp fires, and noticed many old tracks of the feet of animals. To my question one of the men said:
 "We are going to fght where the COWS pastured. Don't you know that this army is camped on the COW pens of 8 very worthy man named Hannah? And these rails are the last that are left of his pens.
 Behind us flowed the wide, deep and unfordable Broad river, retreat thus be- ing cut off in case of defeat. Iasked the meaning of this strange military ma. neuver which meant either victory o1 destruction, and again the explanation was ready:
 More than half of our men are mili. tia, and you can never tell whether militia will run like rabbits or fight like devils. All early signs fail, anG General Morgan says it's cheaper te have the river behind us and make 'en fight than to station regulars in the rear to shoot down the towards"
 Presently saw General Morgan him self passing among the men and prepar ing for the expected attack in the morn ing. This was one of our real heroes, : fighter and leader and no politician, { man whom the great Washington es teemed and loved to reward. I had seer him at Saratoga and elsewhere, and hi figure as well as his name always drev attention. Over six feet high and bull in proportion, with 8 weight of 20t pounds, and a large, fine, open face, h was a type of the true American, tn best of all men in mind and body. ) There was plenty of proyender in tn camp, and I gave Old Put the first soli' meal that had come to him in severa l days. wanted him to be in good trin for the morrow, for he and were t F take our proper place with Washing 3 tons cavalry, to which we belonged l only 8 handful of men, but able an true and capable of doing great thing 3 in the nick of time. There had bee some question about the bandage on m head, which I, wore as precautio s against taking cold in the scalp wound but I showed that it was only trifle