The county record. [volume] (Kingstree, S.C.) 1885-1975, 1903-12-03
cop,,iss.. 1858 and 1872, ~ Robert Eoan.-s s.r.

presence lelt among tue meu, WIZ
looked to him for the encouragement
that such beings always need in the
supreme hour of danger. he found
them chilled and hungry; but they re-
sponded vehemently to his few low
words, and showed that they meant
to be brave.
A fiery rocket whizzed up from the
British front and curved through the
slowly thinning fog; then another
arose from a different point.
'They are coming" said Jackson 10
Lieutenant Ballauche. "Let us 80 to
Spotts's battery"
They walked along the line at a
rapid gait and, just as they came near,
they heard q low order, and then ont
doomed the gun. The long, red blazo
lesped far out through the fog-curtain,
aud they saw for the first time the
CLINT of red uniforms away off by the
line of woods across the open level
land.
The column was moving at = swift
pace right down upon them.
Old Enos Peevy came near the gen.
eral and saluted.
"Well, Euos," said Jackson, sis
Mary Ann in good order?"
"Ye'll see poorly soon, ginrI. !
air les er waitin' for 'em air fellers ter
come close enough for Mary Ann ter
talk to 'em; she air got some remarks
to say to 'em, an she'll make 'em sick,
shore 'nuff."
He rubbed the long, heavy barrel OF
his rife while he spoke, and wagged
his head grimly.
And now the breeze strengthened
and began to lift away the fog.
Spotts's gun beloved once more,
shaking the wet ground with its
tremendous concussion.
The British column came right on;
all the batteries in front of it opened
bravely and sent their heavy missiles
blowing through it.
Soon enough the rides Of Tennessee
and Kentucky began to crack, keen
and clear; aud when the range became
certain, the effect was terrible to see.
Peevy stood on top of the earth
work, with the brim of his old cap
turned up in front. He lifted his gun
and fred at an officer, who, sword IN
hand, was leading the column. 1t
was a deadly shot. Down fell the
brave man; but the column bore right
on. Not far, however, for there was
that fatal ditch in its way, and the
! bullets and cannon-shot were cutting
men down like weeds.
"Give it to them, boys" shouted
Jackson, as he tramped back and forth
behind his brave little army, the fire
of battle lighting up his careworn
face. "Give it to them while they are
wavering!"
The British recoiled, shattered,
bleeding, confused, their front ranks
breaking into and destroying the or
der of those behind. At first it ap.
peared that the fight was over; for how
could those scattered aud widely fee
ing men ever be rallied and reformed?
It was then that the brave Psken-
ham showed himself at the front wav-
ing his hat aloft and galloping to aud
fro and calling on his men to remem.
Der the honor Of England. They heard
his manly voice above the roar of the
patriot guns that were playing upon
them, and they turned and set their
faces once more toward those low, dark
bresstworks along which flickered and
sparkled and famed the rihe-blazes of
marksmen who shot with the aim OF
veteran woodsmen. The bullets, like
level swarms of furious bees, hummed
along the crisp air Of the morning.
calm we'll, men! Get a fine bead
on them!" shouted Jackson. "Blow
them to kingdom come!"
''That'e the talk, gin'r'l!" responded
! Peevy, as he stood deliberately reload.
ing Mary Ann. "Tm er doin' that air
very thing"
There was Vasseur wildly excited
and trembling like freezing lamb,
but fighting like mad lion.
Not far of, Crapaud Crapoussln,
who came from the city but an hour
before, was crouching behind the wet
earthwork and firing away as best he
could. Fiddler Dick was there, too,
with an enormously heavy gun, which
was so lsng. that he had to res: the
butt of it far back on the ground be-
hind him when he was loading it. In
deed, it seemed that all classes OF men
to be found on the gulf coast, gentle-
man and cut.throat. dandy and raga-
muffin, upright citizen and scowling
! forban, all the noted characters of city
= swamp were to be seen in that oozy
.ch fighting for the country of their
.th or adoption, regardless of SELF,
their whole energy centered in the
one desire to drive back the British.
Only one of the well-known men Ct
New Orleans who might we'll have
been looked for in the line was MISS
ing. Yes, two. Colonel Loring and
Lafitte.
The latter had been sent by Living