The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1903-03-18
WAR STORIES.
a Confederate Incident.

in every heart. "We will tell his
family we have killed the old rebel
and here is his coat" Forthwith
they returned to a deserted barn, and
by reversing one Of their outer gar
ments, deliberately proceeded to rcnd
the garment with bullets, cover it with
stains Of mud and otherwise render
unit for future use, but it ia every
way rcscmblcd the captains old gar
ment. The band Of marauders then
proceeded to the old homestead, and
noisily demanding immediate en-.
trance, displayed the old coat to a
group of panic-stricken women and
children of the house and frightened
domestics. All dispersed as soon as
possible, with the exception of the
daughter who had inherited all the
noble instincts of a noble race. She
bravcly met the intruders who fell
back a pace, astonished by such a dis
play OF courage. When called upon
to surrender the last remaining wea.
pons of the household, she s%toutly and
bravely refused in a voice deep with
courage, vibrating with soorn and
hatred, assisted by a few faithful
slaves who never for a moment left
their post of duty, she defended the
house against invasion and turned
aside by her womanly bearing and
stern glauces Of her fine dark eyes, all
approaches of the disappointed troop
ers. This noble girl had secreted the
weapons in such a manner as to allay
suspicion, and with heroic presence of
mind and the agility Of an animal at
bay, sprang upon an old fashioned
folding sofa (where the weapons were
concealed) maintained her perilous po-
sition until the intruders were forced
to retire in the confusion; not with
out tutoring the worst maledictions
upon the stricken household. Min.
gled with their feelings there arose
one Of admiration for such a fine dis
play of spirit and bravery. Before
tie blue coats abandoned the premi-
ses the same detachment CO soldiers
returned to the house at twilight, and
forcing an entrance into the disman-
tied dining where the family
we're anxiously awaiting for some news
of the wanderer, boldly exclaimed:
This is the old rebels coat, we have
killed him at last, and peace to him
and all his followers" At the same
time holding up another coat pierced
with bullets and defaced with blood
stains. II will never believe it, give
it to mel exclaimed the noble girl
who bad defended the Weapons q few
hours before. Seeing they could no
longer impose upon the credulity Of
the household they departed, ladened
with richest spoils, only to pursue
their cruel way through; q country
downtroddeu and di~sorganised.
How the brave captain retur ned @.
few hours later, worn out with fatigue
and hunger. but resolute. and jnbilant
over his escape and receiving an ova-
ton from q devoted wife and children,
also servants who wept with JOY upon
"Massa's" escape. will be left to the
imagination of the reader, whose par
don we Grave if we have proven tedi-
GUS in relating this true but unreoord-
ed incident.
Not only on the tented field where
the roll Of drums were heard, and the
omiuous clashing Of swords and bayo-
nets rent the still air, or amid all the
panoply Of war, surrounded by flying
bullets and the groans Of the dying
and the mingled horrors c2 that une-
qualed struggle, but here at home
where suspense was greatest-where
tears and prayers were mingled to-
gether-were doeds Of bravest yaior
shown.
Let the praises Of the noble heroes,
whether he be u commissioned officer;
or a humble private. be sung in song
and story and written upon the glow
ing pages Of history, until the rsmot.
est generations are familiar with all
that constitutes the undying honor
and glory Of our beloved Southland.
Elizabeth w. Taylor.
cold Oakly," Pendleton, s.. O.,
March 1903.
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