Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1905-01-13

in the enemy's country. God knew
where, or how, or when / should come
out Of it 1 thought Of Dri and how 1t
had gone with him in that hell OF wa
ters. knew it would be hard to drown
him. We were so near shore, If he
had missed the rocks I felt sure he
would come out safely. thought OF
Louison and Louise, and wondered II
ever I should see them again. Their
faces shone upon me there in the windy
darkness, and one as brightly as the
other. Afterwhiles drew my wet
blouse over me and went to sleep, shiv-
ering.
A familiar sound woke me-that OF
the reveille. The sun was shining, the
sky clear, the wind had gone down.
A crow sat calling in the tree above my
head. I lay in a strip Of timber, thin
and narrow, on the lake shore. Through
the bushes I could see the masts OF the
brig slanting out of water some rods
away. Beyond the timber was field
of corn, climbing a side-hill that sloped
off to level, grassy plain. Beyond the
hilltop, reveille was still sounding. A
military camp was near me, and al
though I made no move, my mind was
up and busy as a cat at q mouse-hole,
looking down at my uniform, not, In
deed, the most healthful sort Of dress
for that country. All at once I caught
sight Of q scarecrow in the corn.
laughed at the odd grotesquery Of the
tbing-an old frock coat and trousers
Of olive-green, faded and torn and fat
with straw. A stake driven through Its
collar into the earth, and crowned with
an ancient, tall hat of beaver, gave 1t q
backbone. An idea came to me. l
would rob the scarecrow and hide my
uniform. I ran out and hauled 1t over
and pulled the stuffing out of 1t. The
coat and trousers were made for a
stouter man. I drew on the latter, fat
tening my figure with straw to mt
them. That done, I quickly donned
the coat. Each sleeve-end fell to my
finger-tips, and it's girth would have
circled flour barrel and buttoned with
room to spare. But with my stufing OF
straw it came around me as snug at
the belt as the coat Of bear. I took
alarm as l closed the buttons. For half
a minute I had heard drum-tap COM
ing nearer. It was the measured tap!
tap! tap-tap-tap! so familiar to me.
Now could hear the tread of feet COM
ing with it back of the hill. How soon
they would heave in sight was unable
to reckon, but I dared not run for
cover. So I thrust my scabbard deep
in the soft earth, pulled down the big
beaver hat over my face, mufled my
neck with straw, stuck the st'ke IN
front Of me to steady myself, and stood
stiff as any scarecrow in Canada. Be-
fore 1 was done a column, scarlet
coated, came out In the level beyond
the hillside. Through hole In the
beaver 1 could see them clearly. They
came on, rank after rank. They de-
ployed, forming an open square, scar
let-sided, on the green turf, the gap to-
ward me. Then came three, walking
stiffiy in black coats, squad leading
them. The thing I had taken for a
white visor was a blindfold. Their
heads were bare. could see now, they
were in shackles, their arms behind
them. They were coming to their death
some Of my unlucky comrades. God
pity them! A spy might as we'll make
his peace with heaven, II he were
caught those days, and be done with
hope. Suspicion was enough to convict
on either side of the water that year.
AS my feet sank deeper in the soft
earth l felt as il were going down to
my grave. The soldiers led them into
the gap, standing them close together,
backs to me. The squad drew of. The
prisoners stood erect, their faces turn
ing up little, as II they were looking
into the clear, blue sky. I could see
them waver as they stood waiting. The
.sharp-shooters advanced, halting as
they raised their rifles. To my horror,
| saw the prisoners were directly be-
tween me and them. Great God! was
I also of that little company about to
die? But I dared not move step. l.
stood still, watching, trembling. An
officer in a shining helmet was speak
ing to the riflemen. His helmet seemed
to jump and quiver as he moved away.
Those doomed figures began to reel and
sway as they waited. The shiny bar
rels lifted a little, their muzzles point
ing at them and at me. The corn
seemed to duck and tremble as 1t
waited the volley. A great black ball
shot across the sky in long curve, and
began to fall. Then came the word, a
fash of fire, a cloud Of smoke, a roar
of rifles that made me jump in my
tracks. l heard bullets cutting the corn,
I felt the dirt fly up and scatter over
me, but was unhurt, rigid, motionless
man of straw. saw my countrymen
reel, their legs go limp as rags, their
bodies fall silently forward. The SOL
diers stood moment, then squad
went after the dead with litters. Form
ing in fours, they marched away as
they had come, their steps measured
by that regular rap! rap! rap-rap-rap!
of the drum. The last rank went out
of sight. I moved little and pulled
the stake, and quickly stuck it again,
for there were voices near. stood
waiting as stiff as poker Some men
we're running along the beach; two
others were coming through the corn.
They passed within a few feet of me
on each side. 1 heard them talking
with much animation. They spoke of
the wreck. When they were all by me
I faced about, watching them. They
went away in the timber, down to a